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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

WARNINGS : THERES JUST WAY TOO MUCH FILTH HERE !!!!!!!!

A huge thank you for the banner to @helenazbmrskai

Chapter 6

“You sure you don’t want to take that?” Yugyeom gave me a look as i rejected the call for the umpteenth time.

“Oh..uh... Yeah.” I shrugged it off feeling exhausted.

The whole point of going out with Yugyeom was to take a break from one Jeon Jungkook but that was impossible..... with said vampire calling me every five minutes.

“So...anyways.... Mingyu was way out of line and I really wanted to apologize on behalf of the idiot. Although your bodyguard seems to have put the fear of God into him....Kid was trembling when he came home last night. “ Yugyeom chuckled.

I smiled weakly.

“Yeah...he tends to do that.” I said hoarsely.

Jungkook was the one topic I was hoping to avoid. Because having sex with him hadn’t scratched the itch the way I had thought it would.... It had merely amped my lust by a few hundred thousand times and I was ill equipped to handle it. I didn’t know what to do with myself around him and I was so fucking terrified I was going to do something awful;.

Like jump him in front of everyone.

So I’d spent the whole day trying to be aloof but it hadn’t worked very well.

Jungkook stuck close me , tossing lingering glances that made my skin heat up, , hands brushing mine way too often, eyes trained on me without any restraint

And don’t even get me started on the touching.

Hand brushing my waist when we turned a corner , fingers brushing my hair off my face when I had my hands full with the kids, an arm wrapped around my shoulder when Minhyuk had asked me out again.

And I’m not saying i didn’t love it because it felt like Christmas and my birthday had come together but.... but... I had a job to do. With kids.

It wasn’t the place to be fantasizing about how good your bodyguard’s cock had felt inside you.

“Jungkook right? Jeon Jungkook ....” Yugyeom said thoughtfully.

“Uh ...yeah...”

“Tall dude? Black hair? Looks way too intimidating and dresses like he’s just stepped off a runway?” Yugyeom prompted and I blinked.

“You know him?” I asked surprised.

Yugyeom shook his head.

“No, but I think he’s over by the bar and he’s looking at me like he wants to tear out my jugular.” He said casually.

My gaze snapped to the bar behind us and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief.

Jungkook stood leaning against the bar, eyes narrowed dangerously and I groaned.

So much for avoiding him.

“He looks pissed.” Yugyeom commented.

“I kinda ditched him.” I muttered.

“did you tell him , I’m a friend?”

“Don’t think it would have made much difference. Gimme a minute?” I whispered, and Yugyeom laughed, waving me off.

I stood up slowly , bracing myself for the interrogation I knew was coming, before turning around and walking over to him.

Jungkook’s eyes stayed trained on me as I made my way over and I felt my throat go dry at the sight of him. He hadn’t dressed for the place today, a black turtleneck and a black jacket and black slacks with a silver belt buckle. Hair tousled all over his forehead as he stared, unsmiling.

“Is this whole angel of death thing really necessary?” I whispered as soon as I reached him.” I’m sorry. I just needed to ...” stay away from you for a bit and last night was so amazing and i can’t stop thinking about it.

“ You couldn’t take a few minutes to tell me where you were going?” He asked casually and I swallowed.

“Jungkook, Yugyeom’s ...a good friend.” I muttered.

“How about you let me make that call?” He said coldly, eyes narrowed in annoyance and I felt chilled.

“I’m sorry... To be honest, I missed you. I’ve gotten used to you being around and I was going to cut the night short. I promise.”

He scoffed.

‘Really? I don’t believe you. For someone who spent the better part of a month begging for my cock, the novelty seems to have worn off pretty fast for you.” He said casually.

My head snapped up , the words stunning me into silence.

I could only gape at him.

He gave me another lazy once over.

“And it made me wonder.....did I not fuck her good enough?”

Oh, Christ.

I felt my face turn a flame red , my fingers going clammy.

“Jungkook, stop.” I whispered , glancing back at Yugyeom quickly. He was fiddling with his phone,

“What’s wrong? You need to head back? YOur boyfriend’s gonna be upset?”

I frowned.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I muttered.

Jungkook grinned.

“Right...he’s just the clown you wanted to suck off when you were younger...”

“God, what’s gotten into you?” I groaned.

Jungkook shrugged.

“I don’t like being ignored. It’s a character flaw of mine.”

I gaped at him.

“I am not ignoring you.... I... I was out with a friend....It’s been less than an hour since I saw you... I literally spent the whole day with you.” I said shrilly.

“Really? Then why’d you not pick up when I called....?” He waved his phone and I flushed, looking away.

“Because I wanted an hour with an old friend....Without anyone interrupting.” I lied.

Because you’re driving me in sane and I need an hour without you around so I can get my friggin body under control before I get arrested for public indecency.

He clenched his jaw.

“I see. “ He reached for a glass of wine on the countertop in front of him and turned around. “ Here” He held it out for me.

I took the drink, suspicious.

“Go on , then.... I won’t interrupt...” He shrugged.

I nodded, relieved.

Turning around I made to move away.

“Thought you’d be interested in a little gift I got you.... but if you’d rather spend time with the clown... I get that.”

His voice was low and deep, a drawl that made the hair on my skin stand on end.

I turned back to him, eyes narrowed.

“What gift?” I demanded.

He shrugged.

“Nevermind.”

I felt my hackles rise.

“Jungkook...”

“Are you sure.. what if that clown misunderstands... ...” he pointed a finger at my table and I glared at him.

“Stop calling him that , God..his name is yugyeom. “ I snapped.

Jungkook’s smile was positively feral.

“Don’t know .Don’t care. So, you want it? You sure ?” He asked casually.

i nodded, holding my hand out.

“Gimme .” I said quickly.

He shook his head.

“Can’t give it to your here, angel.”

I frowned , drawing my hand back.

“There’s a ladies room on the fifteenth floor. It’s being renovated ... no one goes there... Meet me there in five?”

I stared at him.

“There’s a firework show in half an hour. I don’t wanna miss it.” I protested.

Jungkook gave me a thoughtful smile.

“You wanna watch the fireworks?”

I nodded. “ Yugyeom booked it for me. I wanna see it.”

“Alright.. I’ll get you back in time for the fireworks.” He nodded, face frustratingly neutral.

“Okay..then .. and I’ll meet you there.”

“Can’t wait ...” He murmured softly.

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The restroom on the fifteenth floor was deserted like he said and looked less like the ladies room and more like a luxurious parlor. The stalls were further in and the waiting space had beautifully upholstered couches and armchairs. Ornate mirrors hung on all the walls and I found Jungkook seated on one the couches, legs spread wide as he casually browsed his phone.

I stepped in carefully , shutting the door behind me.

Jungkook looked up at me, smiling.

“Lock the door.” He said casually and I hesitated.

“Jungkook, we shouldn’t be-”

“If you need to be at the firework show , you need to stop wasting time baby...” He said firmly.

I locked the door quickly, making sure it couldn’t be opened.

I turned back around and jumped when I ran right into Jungkook, who had crept up on me.

He smiled at me.

“Hi.” He said gently.

I felt myself melt .

“Hi.” I laughed.

“Don’t like it when you ignore me.” He muttered. bending low and nipping my jaw.

I grabbed his shoulders, knees weak.

“Uh... is this the gift...?” I gasped when he bit down hard, teeth sharp on the skin and he licked the little abrasion, wet and warm.

“Not really but I’ll get to it. Before that, “ He pulled away, “ I just realized I never got to eat you out yesterday.”

The gears in my head stopped spinning.

I could only stare at him, stunned/

“But, I like to be thorough and we don’t have that kind of time right now. So I’m just gonna ask you this.....Do You regret last night?”

I blinked.

What even...? I couldn’t keep track of his thought process.

“No.. no of course not...” I said harshly.

“You wanna keep doing this?” He tilted his head, eyes boring into mine.

Only for the rest of my life.

“Yes!!” I said angrily and he chuckled.

“Okay...but angel, I don’t like it when you run around doing as you please without letting me know what you’re up to. What you did today...” He shook his head. “ That doesn’t work for me.”

I flushed.

“I said I’m sorry.” I muttered.

“But are you?” He said thoughtfully.

“what..What does that mean...?”

“Apologies don’t mean shit if you don’t back them up with actions. I’m just saying... you ready to back up your words by doing as I say?” his eyes flashed red.

I hesitated.

“What do you want me to do. ?”

“Just don’t ignore me.” He shrugged.

“Okay...” i agreed at once.

“ You can do that?” He asked with a frown.

“Uh...sure. “

He hummed.

“I’m not so sure... I think you need a little help with that.”

“Jungkook , what are you even -”

“Go lie down on the couch for me. “

I stared at him.

“Hurry up baby, your boyfriend’s waiting upstairs remember? .” He grinned.

“Please stop calling him that...” I whined, moving to the wide couch in the corner and lying down after toeing off my shoes.

. Jungkook grabbed an armchair, dragging it close to the couch. He sat down , close enough to touch and I swallowed.

Jungkook shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the arm of the couch , near my feet.

He spread his legs and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he began unbuckling his belt, dragging the leather out through the hoops before fiddling with the buttons on his fly.

“I was thinking of last night. Was your first time right angel?” He asked casually and I stared as I watched his hands. Long nimble fingers gripping the zipper of his slacks and yanking the metal down , revealing black briefs.

“Uh... I.. yes?” I felt my thighs clench in arousal, toes curling into the fabric of the couch.

“ I’ve been around enough women to know that I’m bigger than average. “ He sank his fingers into his briefs, hands curling around the hardened length of his arousal and I flushed when he pulled his cock out, hard and thick.

“Jungkook!” I whimpered, moving to scramble to my feet but he pressed a hand to my shoulder, pushing me back down.

“ Stay there angel.... Let me finish” He said sternly.

I pouted, not entirely sure if I liked this Jungkook. Where was the sweet man who wanted to let me call the shots?

“ This is what I’m like. “ Jungkook said , grinning as though he could read my mind “ Just because I indulged you last night, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you walk all over me ....Running off without telling me where you went? That’s not gonna happen again angel and I’m gonna make sure of it. ” He reached out and gently gripped my chin before squeezing down enough to make me wince.

I glared at him before my eyes slipped back to his cock and my mouth watered. It looked so good, thick and hard and he was close enough for me to see the precum beading up at the slit. I wondered what it would taste like. How it would feel,

“Can I suck you off?” I asked softly, batting my lashes.

He gave me an amused look.

“No. You can’t. Anyways... Like I was saying , I know you said you were a virgin but then, you also took my fat cock like you’d been doing it all your life. “ He frowned.

Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment.

“That’s... you...” I spluttered.

“And that’s when I realized... Just because you’re a virgin, doesn’t mean you haven’t fucked yourself. “ He grinned devilishly.

I buried my face in my hands.

“Oh god...” I choked.

“Guess what I found in your room...”

My eyes snapped up to him and he was rummaging in his jacket pocket.

I shrieked when I saw a very familiar vibrator , a pale mauve in color. It wasn’t very long but it was really thick, only a hairsbreadth smaller than Jungkook.

I glared at him.

“You went through my things!!” i yelled affronted.

He rolled his eyes.

“Hardly. It was literally on your bed when I went looking for you in the evening because I couldn’t fucking find you.. “ He snapped.

I shut my mouth.

“Okay...fine ..yeah I use sex toys. Big deal.” I muttered.

He shook his head.

“No it isn’t. Which is why I want you to show me. “ He leaned back, casually wrapping a hand around his cock. I stared at him as he casually began stroking the hard length of his dick, after licking his palms.

Did he really think I was too shy to put on a show?

Boy was he in for a surprise.

Smiling evilly, I pulled my dress up quickly, hooking my thumbs into my panties and yanking them down quickly, kicking them off.

I gave him a smile.

“Can I turn around? You’ll have a better view.” I smirked.

His eyebrows shot up.

“Go ahead, princess. Better impress me.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

Sitting up , I sat back down against the cushioned arm rest, keeping my eyes trained on his and I bent my knees and spread my legs, utterly shameless because well... because I had always liked the idea of being watched.

Jungkook wasn’t shy by any standards and his gaze flitted right between my legs without any hesitation.

“Pretty.” He murmured gently and I fought the rush of embarrassment. I’d started this and I was going to see through it.

“What am I supposed to get turned on by?” I asked innocently running my fore and middle finger up andn down my slit gently. I was really fucking wet on the inside but he couldn’t know that.

And just for good measure, I let my gaze drop to his cock and back up, looking bored.

His eyes narrowed.

“How about the way I filled your sloppy little cunt last night? Remember that? Remember how fucking wet you got, just from me licking your nipples....?” He smiled.

I felt my throat go dry and my pussy clenched, damp wetness seeping out and coating my hand and my fingers slipped right in before I could do anything about it.

Jungkook laughed, eyes trained where my fingers had disappeared.

He kept his hands on his cock and leaned in closer, kissing the edge of my earlobe.

“Thought so. “ He whispered right into my ears, :” My horny little slut. Bet you walk around all day with that cunt dripping wet and ready. Bet I could fuck into you with ease, anytime I want...just flip that skirt up, push your panties aside and drive my cock into you, yeah? “ He licked a stripe up my cheeks and I shuddered, pumping my fingers into my pussy faster, “ Virgin..??? what a fucking joke... You are the farthest thing from a virgin my sweet little whore...”

“Jungkook...” I whimpered and he gripped my wrists, stilling my fingers and pulling them out. He pulled my hand closer, right up to his mouth and I groaned when he wrapped his lips around the wet and messy digits, licking up all the wetness there.

“Sweet and spicy , just like I thought...” He directed my fingers back down between my fingers...” Get more of that wetness for me baby...want you to jerk me off with that hot slick you have dripping between your thighs...”

:” On your knees.” He prompted and I sank down in front of him. “Jerk me off, baby...Make me feel good...” He whispered, spreading his legs and I wrapped shaky hands around his cock. I swallowed , gazing at him , licking my lips as I stroked his dick, faster. He took one of my hands and directed them down to his balls.

“Like this... This makes me feel good..”He whispered, showing me just how he liked to be touched .I nodded, following his lead and speeding up my movements, gripping a little tighter, using my thumb to trace circles on the head, rubbing the wetness around his slit and the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

He groaned and shuddered a little. And then he leaned forward, gripping my chin.

“ I want you to get on my lap now.... and then I’m gonna cum inside you “

I whimpered, already scrambling to my feet but before I could get on him, he gripped my waists.

“ Let me finish, angel.I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and then I’m gonna stick this , “ He held the vibrator up, “ inside you . If you can keep your slutty little pussy tight enough for me, keep this thing and my cum inside you till tonight...maybe you’ll get your gift. “

I stared at him, my jaw coming unhinged.

What.

WHAT.

He pulled me closer, maneuvering me onto his lap and I swallowed.

“I’m not... I can’t..” I whispered.

“Sure you can.. I believe you. But if you don’t want to.” His gaze softened. “ We can forget all about it.”

I bit my lips, staring into his gorgeous face and and really, it was a no brainer. I wasn’t going to say no to Jeon Jungkook. It was just not going to happen.

I spread my thighs and he grabbed his cock, tracing the tip on my slit.

“Ready?”

I nodded, sinking down on the hard length easily. My breath caught , fingers curling into his shoulders as I swallowed the whimper that threatened. God he was so fucking big inside me. So hard and real and good and I wanted to sit on his cock forever. Wanted to stay locked in a room with him forever, just fucking and teasing and fucking again and only stopping to shower or eat.

“Don’t cum.” He said gently.” You don’t get to cum till I tell you to. You understand baby?”

I whimpered as he fucked into me just once or twice. Warm wetness flooded my insides and I clutched his shoulders, burying my face there as he groaned, fucking me full of his release.

He grabbed the vibrator from the couch and I swallowed when he brought it down to my entrance.

“Ready baby? Gonna pull my cock out and put this in.....Need to you clench down on it and keep my cum in... Don’t make a mess alright?” He kissed my cheeks sweetly, the affectionate gesture a complete contrast to his filthy words.

I did make a mess...

A little bit and the vibrator was thick enough to stay lodged in, and I felt my eyes roll back in my head as he pushed it in fully.

“You okay?” He whispered, kissing me softly before running his palms up and down my thighs. “Gonna help you put your panties on, baby. okay? keep your pussy clenched for me. ”

I nodded weakly, trying to keep my muscles clamped around the hard length of the toy inside me as he helped slip my bikini briefs back up my thighs.

“You okay?”

I nodded.

“Good. Let’s go see those fireworks, shall we?” He grinned devilishly.

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Jungkook stood leaning against the wall of the rooftop restaurant , arms crossed as he watched her, a smile playing around his lips as he watched her squirm, shifting her weight from on thigh to the other as she tried to sit on the hard backed chair, her eyes glassy and unfocused as the Kim vampire talked to her.

Dude didn’t seem to realize that she was so out of it she probably didn’t understand a word he was saying.

He stayed in the shadows because the front of his thighs was stained with cum, a little bit of white streaks, stark against the black of his slacks. She had let a little of it spill out of her when he’d pulled out...which was a little sloppy of her and usually, Jungkook would punish something like that in a partner but...well because it was the first time he would just let it pass. Besides, he was sure she would improve with time.

He trained his eyes back to her hips and his lips quirked when gripped she armrest, shivering a bit.

This felt better, he thought.

Watching her with other men was easier when he knew that he was the one on her mind. Knew that all she could think about was keeping his cum inside her, the hardness of the toy a reminder that he was the one she was trying to please and impress.

He slipped a hand inside his pocket, playing with the tiny little remote .

Should he?

Would it be too much?

He smirked.

Only one way to find out.

He thumbed the small knob at the top of the remote, eyes trained on her .

The moment he flipped it on , at the smallest setting possible, she went completely still.

And he wondered how it felt, the electric vibrations of the toy against her insides...he wished he could see it...she her pussy spread out for him, pink and wet and swollen and wrecked.... God, the things he wanted to do to her.

It annoyed him a bit, how shamelessly she’s spread her legs on that couch, let him see the pink of her cunt without an ounce of shame .....annoyed him because he wasn’t sure if it was for him or because it was what she was like....

Annoyed him because if it wasn’t for just him.... would she do it for other too?

He couldn’t stomach the idea of it.

That pretty pink pussy, so wet and wanting...he wanted it all for himself . He wanted her legs spread out on his bed, her arms tied to the fucking bedposts so he could show her just how dangerous he could be when he wanted to....

That just because he’d let her take the lead didn’t mean he would settle for anything less than her complete submission.

Smiling, he turned the vibrations up a little bit, smirking as he watched her.

Sera gripped the armrest gently, raising her hips off the chair a bit and turning around slowly to stare right at him.

He grinned wide, relishing the shocked desperation on her face. He pushed away from the wall, sauntering over to her slowly till he was right behind her.

“Doing okay? baby?” He whispered gently for her ears only.

“Don’t do this to me.” She said softly, nails digging indents into her part as she clenched her fists , resting her hands on her knees.

He hummed.

Poor baby, he thought fondly. . When this night was over he would shower her with kisses. Giver all the affection. Cuddle the fuck out of her, brush her hair back and make her feel so, so , good.

But the night was far from over.

He glanced at her companion.

Yugyeom gave him a smile and nod, went back to talking about art or something.

Sera had her eyes fixed straight ahead, glassy and unfocused.

He leaned over to whisper into her ear.

“Don’t forget...You cannot cum.”

And then he sauntered back over to his place near the wall, before slipping his fingers into his jacket and turning up the tempo for her.

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“Was fun catching up, Sera... I’ll text you, yeah?” Yugyeom gave me a light hug and I stared at him, slightly teary eyes and about a second away from collapsing into a heap on the floor.

I was sore and tired and a little out of my mind. The fireworks had lasted fifteen minutes.

It had felt like a year.

And I hadn’t even watched them because I had kept my eyes screwed shut, concentrating only on not cumming, because if I did, not only would I literally drip all over the chair , but I would likely scream loud enough to wake the dead.

Jungkook had turned the toy off when the show ended but it had done nothing for me...in fact it felt worse because the lack of stimulation was even worse than the steady thrum of the toy against my walls.

Jungkook looked entirely unaffected as he watched me bid good bye to Yugyeom and it was only when he had driven away that he lightly took my arm.

“You okay baby?” He gave a me a slow smile and I glared at him through wet lashes.

“I won’t go anywhere without you again. I promise. Please just get this out of me.”

He cooed, pulling me into a hug.

“Alright angel. I believe you. Come on...”

He led me to the large black Palisade , grabbing the keys from the valet.

“Get in the back seat.” He prompted.

I nodded, too out of it to even question it. I climbed into the seats and sat down, whimpering when the toy moved inside me, shifting in deeper. My clothes were damp , almost soaking wet and my thighs trembled.

He glanced at me.

“Can you hold on till we get home?” He asked gently.

I stared at him, unseeing. Tears filled my eyes and spilled over.

“Please.” Was all I could get out.

“Fuck, okay baby. Hang on.”

Jungkook drove quickly, pulling out of the hotel premises and into the road. But instead of taking the left like he usually did, he took a U turn, picking a side road that led away from the city’s bustle .

I gripped the seats as he drove in further away from the crowded city light , only blinking when he took a right into secluded side road, empty except for us.

I stared in confusion as he parked the car , turned off all the lights in the car. I watched him climb out of the front seat, slamming his door shut before prying mine open.

“Lay back for me baby. Up against the door.” He said gently. And then when I didn’t move he climbed, in all but lifting me up and settling me down till, I was leaning against the door, staring down at him.

He didn’t waste any time, spreading my legs, and pulling my panties off before pushing my knees up and apart.

“Gonna eat you out.” He growled and my eyes flew open, the first pang of lucidity hitting me.

“Wha-Wait...your...there’s...inside, there’s....” I couldn’t even say it.

“My cum? Yeah... i know my cum’s inside there...” Jungkook laughed, fingers gripping the base of the vibrating and twisting it just a little bit. “ i know angel, and now I’m gonna lick my cum out of your sopping wet pussy..”

Jungkook pulled the vibrator out of me and I sobbed at the gush of wetness that dripped out of me. But it didn’t spill, because he chased the wetness with his tongue, curling the hard length of it inside me, scooping up every last drop of the filthy mess inside me, taking it all into his hot, wet mouth .

He hummed a little before pressing a thumb to my clit, rubbing the nub till I began quivering already way too overstimulated to experience anything but a throbbing pain disguised as pleasure. I stared at him , vision swimming as he crawled to his knees on the back seat, head bowed because of the car’s ceiling and I watched him fumble with his belt, pulling out his cock and lining it up against my entrance.

He drove straight in, without any hesitation, leaning over me till his face was just a little away from mine, staring down at me, cheeks a little puffed. He fucked into me with a force that shook the car on its wheels, the large vehicle somehow shaking like a leaf from how hard he thrust into me. I felt like my body was on fire, breath getting punched out of me with every thrust of his cock inside me and I could only whimper , fingers curling and uncurling on the seat as I rode the high of being fucked into incoherency.

Jungkook grunted, hipped my waist hard used one hand to rub my clit harshly.

And then he bought his other hand up to slip two fingers into my mouth, prompting me to open my mouth. The digits slipped in , rubbing the flat of my tongue before pulling out.

I stared wordlessly, as his fingers slipped down to cup my jaw, squeezing till I opened my mouth wide. I stuck my tongue out instinctively and he groaned.

Jungkook gave me cheeky little wink, eyes flashing red before he opened his mouth, spitting the wet mess of his cum and my juices right onto my tongue just as he pulled back and drove into me, his cock going so deep I saw actual fireworks.

I went completely still, the sheer filthiness' of the act and the force of his thrust driving me straight over the edge , even as he groaned and kissed me full on the lips, tongue swooping in to swirl the mess on my tongue all over, his fingers gripping my hair as he fucked me harder, chasing his own pleasure now.

My body hummed, exhausted, drained, completely wrung out and wrecked.

I went limp as he gave one last thrust, spilling into me again.

He was panting against my neck as he came down from his high and I raised a shaky hand to gently stroke the back of his head as he shuddered against me.

When he pulled back to stare at me, brushing my damp hair off my face he had a smile on his face.

“Did you enjoy the fireworks baby?” He whispered.

It took me two whole minutes to even remember what he was talking about.

Author’s note :

Jungkook sure knows how to get her attention back on him doesn’t he?

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Owl Goingback An author of horror and crime fiction for adults and children, Goingback specializes in stories that are high-horror, low-gore. Start at the beginning with Crota, which won a Stoker for "Best First Novel," or jump to the present with the Stoker-award-winning "Coyote Rage."

Cynthia Leitich Smith Writing for children and young adults, Smith is a member of the Muscogee Creek Nation. If you like urban fantasy, you'll probably enjoy her Tantalize and Feral series, which give you all the shapeshifter/vampire/angel goodness you could ask for. If you'd rather go for something more classically Native, try Rain Is Not My Indian Name, a contemporary coming-of-age type novel.

Cherie Dimaline A Métis writer and activist hailing from Canada, Dimaline considers herself first and foremost a writer of Indigenous stories. Her books aren't shy about exploring themes of colonialism and genocide -- consider The Marrow Thieves, a dark dystopia about Indigenous people who are hunted and harvested for the properties of their bones. Or you might enjoy Empire of Wild, which draws on the Métis story of the Rogarou - a werewolf-like creature with a rich folklore history tracing through the mixed heritage of the Métis people.

Waubgeshig Rice An Anishinaabe writer from the Wasauksing First Nation in Ontario, Rice is a journalist and author of dark fiction. Start with Moon of the Crusted Snow, which is a brooding post-apocalyptic thriller set in Canada.

Rebecca Roanhorse OK, Roanhorse is kind of a controversial listing here. Some critics take issue with the way she portrays fictionalized, fantastical reimaginings of traditional mythology from a culture she is not intimately part of (she married a Navajo man and claims some Ohkay Owingeh ancestry but there's some dispute about that). But a lot of people (especially young readers) think her books are badass and really give a face to their experiences. I'll leave it up to you to decide. You'll probably want to start with Race to the Sun, which is this year's novel, but Trail of Lightning and Black Sun are much-loved fan favorites, too. If you'd rather just enjoy her writing without venturing into the argument about her use of cultural elements, she also writes Star Wars books.

Darcie Little Badger A scientist and author from the Lipan Apache tribe, Little Badger is a member of the Indigenous Futurism movement, imagining Native characters in sci-fi settings that honor historical and cultural perpsectives. She's also noteworthy for her LGBT+ inclusion. She's mostly known for short fiction and comic books, but she does have a novel this year -- Elatsoe, set in an alternate version of America filled with ghosts and magic.

Tommy Orange A member of the Cheyenne and Arapaho Nations of Oklahoma, Orange is a pretty new name on the scene. His book There There is more literary, having been a Pulitzer finalist in 2019, so you might not be as into it if you're primarily a genre reader. But it's a hard-hitting contemporary narrative twisting together multiple stories, and a downright ambitious debut. Keep an eye on this one.

Daniel Wilson A robotics engineer and New York Times best-selling author, Wilson is a citizen of the Cherokee Nation. He writes Asimov-style hard sci-fi about robots, which he's more than a little qualified to do! Start with Robopocalypse, which is an action-packed horror-scifi romp.

Drew Hayden Taylor A Canadian playright and author with Ojibwe heritage, Taylor likes to joke about his mixed-race background. His writing covers a whole spectrum from plays, short stories and even graphic novels. If you're looking for a book, The Night Wanderer is a good choice -- a vampire Gothic set on a reservation.

Louise Erdrich A member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, Erdrich is widely acclaimed as an author in the Native American Renaissance. Like Tommy Orange, her books are more on the literary side of things, but there's plenty to enjoy for genre fans as well. For my money, I say start with Future Home of the Living God, which is a dark dystopian apocalypse about evolution running backwards and a woman struggling to keep her baby safe.

As always, reblog with your recommendations and suggestions for any names I left off the list!

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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years

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devour (m)

pairing: human!baekhyun x vampire!reader (f) genre: smut, paranormal warnings: mentions of blood, pain, monsters etc, explicit sex involving some slight dom/sub themes but not really. a lot of position switching, oral (m receiving), cursing word count: 6.6k summary: you’re thirsty. so damn thirsty. and baekhyun is the only one that can give you what you want. it’s the last time, really the last time, you tell yourself. a/n: hello my lovely amazing readers! thank you so much for being so patient with me these last several months, i know i haven’t been very consistent with my posting BUT i promise i’m trying. i started this piece about 3 weeks ago and my only goal was to finish it by the end of the month. thankfully i just barely finished in time! i hope you enjoy but first, a disclaimer: i haven’t read or watched anything about vampires in many years so i know there may be things that don’t technically make sense. vampire enthusiasts pls do not come for me, i did my best. thanks to: all my followers, @jjinyounf for discussing vampire reproductive systems, & @flowerbeom and @jjpmoans for hyping me up and giving me love and encouragement whenever i need it, which is a lot!

Last time, you told yourself it was the last time.

The last time you let Baekhyun into your apartment at half past three in the morning, so out of your mind starving that you could hardly even see straight. The last time you let him take you, command your body like it was no longer your own.

You should have known you were lying to yourself.

You [3:28am]: are you up?

Baek [3:29am]: yea, why?

You [3:31am]: can you come over?

After your last message, you got no response. Perhaps, you thought, he’d fallen asleep or worse, had no interest in being your blood bag for the night. You would be disappointed, but you wouldn’t blame him.

You rolled over in bed, flopping onto your stomach as you buried your face into your pillow. Maybe you could simply push through and wait until morning, when Kyungsoo would be awake and able to help you.

After you turned a few months ago, totally unexpectedly, it had flipped your world upside down. Kyungsoo found you, shivering and delirious by a dumpster where your fun little one night stand had left you.

Kyungsoo was human, but he was the type of person that people trusted and allowed into their worlds, no matter who they were. As one of the general surgeons of the local hospital, he’d gotten himself into a position of substantial power over both the humans and the vampires of your city. He never used it as a weapon—only as leverage to keep the humans safe.

When he found you, he’d wrapped you in his jacket and carried you to his apartment, but you didn’t remember anything until many days later. Kyungsoo nursed you to health, providing you with a vampire crash course to prepare you for the rest of your life. Of eternity.

Then he’d introduced you to some of his friends at a party after you were more comfortable, although you had yet to feed on a living human. There was a whole community of humans that got off on it, that lived for the pain and pleasure of letting a vampire feed on them.

It was at this party that you met Baekhyun. He had a mischievous glint in his eye when Kyungsoo told him your name and left the two of you alone in the dimly lit, smoky club basement. Something about that look in Baekhyun’s eyes told you he knew you’d be his by the end of the night.

The feeling, the taste, the pure ecstasy of finally consuming fresh blood was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, even when you were alive. Your senses were heightened as a vampire as it was, but as soon as his blood hit your tongue, it was like your world exploded into a million colors.

But even though you’d been the monster drinking his blood, Baekhyun remained in control. He laid you out on his bed and pinned your wrists to the mattress with one hand, his other wrist pressed into your mouth as he forced you to feed.

You whimpered and cried out when it was too much, when the overstimulation of his blood and the way he was rocking into you at a brutally rhythmic pace had you seeing stars. He never relented; only fucked you harder as you writhed under him.

After that night, you never wanted anyone else. Baekhyun was the only man you wanted to feed from. With him, you didn’t feel like a monster. You didn’t feel like a thing, like a horror story to tell in the dark.

He made you feel human again.

Tonight, the thirst was too much to handle. It was clouding your mind and keeping you awake as you twisted and turned under the covers. You couldn’t tell if you were craving his blood or craving him, but you were too weak to care.

You hated the thirst. It was like dehydration, tenfold. Your head hurt, your lips were dry no matter how many times you wet them, and all you could think about was warm blood sliding down your throat. It was maddening.

The telltale sound of your apartment’s buzzer had you sitting up in bed, so quickly that it made your head spin, the noise signaling that you had a visitor down at the main entrance to your building.

You scurried off the bed and hurried to the door, nearly running into it as you slid on the hardwood in your socks to let him in. You told yourself the eagerness to see him was only because you were thirsty, certainly nothing more.

As soon as you opened the door, you felt embarrassingly underdressed.

Baekhyun had dyed his hair since you’d last seen him. It was now a silver blonde, perfectly messy and framing his stupidly beautiful features. He’d been out tonight, you realized. The glitter on his cheekbones gave it away.

His hands were stuffed comfortably in the pockets of his leather jacket with a faded graphic tee underneath, and expertly tailored black jeans practically painted onto his lower half.

You tugged the hem of your T-shirt down, even though he’d already had you in positions that you hadn’t even thought were physically possible—vampire or not. For some reason, you still felt bare in front of him in your pajama shorts and oversized tee.

“Hmm,” Baekhyun hummed as he stepped inside, letting the heavy door close behind him. He smelled like smoke and rum. “Look at you. Is someone thirsty?”

You blinked, grateful that you were incapable of blushing. As ravenous and desperate for blood as you were, the way he looked you up and down made you feel small and shy.

“Can I?” you asked, reaching for his wrist, half tucked into the pocket of his jacket.

“Uh-uh.” He stepped back just before your fingers brushed his skin. “You know that’s not how it works, baby. You still need to work for it.”

If you wanted to, you could muster your strength and slam him into the door, dive for his neck and bleed him dry before he even realized what was happening. But you didn’t. You wanted this, you wanted to beg and plead until finally, he rewarded you.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered, then dragged your tongue over the dry, cracking skin of your lips. “I’m so thirsty. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He seemed pleased by this, judging by the way his lips turned into a familiar smirk. “I know you will. Come on, let’s go sit down.”

You followed him to the living room obediently, watching as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He shrugged his jacket off, revealing the expanse of his forearms down to his wrists, covered in bite marks in various stages of healing.

All from you.

If he had chosen to get his fix somewhere else, you wouldn’t have any reason to be envious or hurt. But it filled you with a sense of pride that he didn’t, that you were the only one he allowed to taste him.

You moved to sit next to him, but Baekhyun stopped you. He took your hand, leading you to stand in between his parted legs.

“Knees.”

It took one word for you to drop to the carpet, your bare knees pressing into the old scratchy shag rug you’d had for ages. He kept your fingers in his palm, rubbing his thumb idly over the back of your hand.

“Good girl.” With his other hand, he tucked your hair behind your ear, his wrist brushing against your cheek so that you could hear the pulse beneath his skin.

“Baek…” you began, turning slightly until your nose brushed his skin. “Just a taste. Please.”

Baekhyun lifted your chin with his finger and locked eyes with you. You filled with warmth already, just one look enough to send your mind racing with images of everything you wanted from him. His blood was further down the list than you would have thought.

“Just a taste,” he repeated.

With that, he let go of your hand and turned slightly to reach into the pocket of his discarded jacket. When he pulled out the shiny folded metal, you gulped hungrily.

The pocketknife brandished with a metallic click.

It wasn’t uncommon for humans to carry weapons these days. After all, vampires weren’t the only monsters that roamed the streets after dusk, and not all vampires were quite as friendly with humans as you were.

Your eyes followed Baekhyun’s nimble fingers as he brought the very end of his knife to his middle finger, twisting the point into his fingertip until a spot of blood appeared.

It took every bit of self control that you possessed not to reach out in desperation for his hand and bring it to your mouth. But you knew better—you knew if you broke, Baekhyun would stand up and walk out the door like you were less than nothing to him.

He watched you with interest as he held his finger just out of your reach, eyes dancing with that mischievous stare he had when he teased you. You would despise it if you didn’t know that eventually, he always caved.

Finally, when your mouth had gone dry and you could feel the warm tingle that meant your fangs were about to protrude, Baekhyun brought his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

He slipped them past the parched skin of your lips, your entire world blooming as soon as his middle finger touched the center of your tongue. You moaned, eyes falling shut.

“Look how needy you are,” he remarked after a beat. His voice was strained, though, as if watching your display of bliss was causing him physical pain.

He let you go for a while, maybe half a minute, before he was removing his fingers from your mouth. You couldn’t help but whine, resisting every urge not to grab at his wrist to keep him there.

With the small amount of his blood you’d been able to milk from his finger, you already felt renewed. A surge of energy coursed through you like you’d just been injected with adrenaline.

“What do you say?” Baekhyun asked with a cocked brow.

You swallowed, licking any remnants of his blood from your lips. “Thank you.”

Without a second thought, you reached for Baekhyun’s belt, fingers quickly undoing the metal buckle. Your ears picked up the quickening of his heartbeat from the moment you undid the button of his pants.

It was no surprise that most vampire-human relationships, if not ending in death, ended in sex. Feeding, in your experience, was extremely sensual and instantly created feelings of arousal within both parties. It was almost better than sex, and when the two came together? It was euphoric.

You were pleased to find him half-hard already by the time you got his zipper down, your hand wrapping around the length of him under the fabric of his briefs. Baekhyun inhaled sharply, holding his breath until you had pulled his cock from his underwear.

Only a few seconds passed before you leaned forward, parting your lips to run your tongue along the underside of his member. Your eyes remained open, locked on Baekhyun’s face to gauge his reaction.

He loved it, of course.

With a groan, he tipped his head back, exposing his throat and sending a shockwave to your core. You wanted his throat, his neck, all of that fresh, warm blood pumping beneath his skin. But you wanted to taste it while he was inside of you. It would be worth the wait.

Your eyes fell shut as you took his length into your mouth, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of your throat. Unlike men you’d been with when you were human, Baekhyun made no effort to remain quiet. He was loud, and you loved it.

If you had your way, all of your days would be filled with Baekhyun’s voice. His moans, his rough whispers in your ear, his laugh, his hums as he completed mundane tasks like wiping down the counters or tying his shoes. Deep down, you wanted it all.

“Good girl, that’s my girl,” he whispered, reaching forward to lace his fingers in your hair. He curled his hand into a tight fist, a deliciously sharp pain spreading across your scalp.

You whimpered, lips wrapped tight and wet around him. He guided you back and forth for a while with his hand in your hair, muttering soft praises all the while. By the way his hips were twitching towards your face, you knew he was getting lost in the ministrations of your mouth.

Baekhyun soon dropped his hand from your hair, signaling you to pull away, just in time for him to stand up and pull you to your feet.

A squeak of surprise fell from your lips as he lifted you, hooking your legs around his waist in a simple, swift movement.

“Bed,” he said simply.

Baekhyun carried you through your apartment as if it was his own, lips kissing and nipping at your neck as he dodged every obstacle between the two of you and the bedroom. He stopped once, in the hallway, to lean you into wall and roll his hips into your center.

His name came out as a sigh.

Then, finally, he dropped you onto the center of your bed. It was messy from your previous tossing around in the sheets from your thirst, but neither of you cared. Baekhyun reached for the comforter, knotted and piled together under your lower back, and easily tossed it off the bed to leave nothing but the sheets under you.

He stood at the foot of the bed, chest heaving up and down, and ran his fingers through his hair. The look in his eyes had you squirming, ready for him to devour you in every way possible.

“Are you still thirsty, baby?”

Your heart clenched at the pet name, even though he always called you that, loving the way it sounded on his lips. You gulped, nodding as you batted your eyelashes.

“Yes,” you admitted.

“Take off your clothes,” he told you, hands reaching for his jeans, still unbuttoned, to push them down his legs.

It took less than a second for you to obey, clutching the waistband of your shorts and shoving them off of you. You knew he liked when you kept your underwear on, just so he could use it to further torture you by keeping a layer between you.

You slipped your thin T-shirt off, throwing it to the side and laying back into the mattress again. Baekhyun had removed his own shirt, leaving just his briefs from letting you see all of him.

You could marvel at his body for hours—he was slender, but solid. He wasn’t much taller than you, but his shoulders were broad enough to make you feel protected in those rare moments when he held you in his arms.

This time, though, you noticed something new. There was a handful of bruises and scratches marring his body, completely different from the puncture marks that your fangs left when you fed on him. Blinking, you furrowed your eyebrows, fingers reaching out.

“What are-”

“No questions,” Baekhyun cut you off, reaching for your hands before they could reach their destination. His face softened, ever so slightly, when you quickly retreated, curling your hands up near your own chest. “We’re not here to talk, are we, baby?”

Just like that, he made you forget the suspicious marks on his chest, even one slash that looked particularly painful. Almost like he’d been cut by a knife.

Watching the way he licked his lips as his eyes traveled down your body, slowly, so slowly, you were easily steered back to the task at hand. You dropped your hands to the sheets, digging your nails into the fabric as he overwhelmed each of your senses.

Even from here, you could smell his blood. From here, you could hear the steady, strong beat of his heart, taste the alcohol and nicotine of his kiss. Your body was calling out to him and you weren’t sure how much longer you could deny what it needed.

“Baekhyun,” you found yourself whining, hips squirming under his hungry gaze.

His eyes snapped up to your face then, so much desire and pure lust in his stare that you felt a brand new surge of heat travel through your limbs.

“Mm, first…” he pressed one knee down into the mattress, then the other, until he was hovering over you. “We have to see if you’re ready for me, don’t we?”

Baekhyun led a painfully light touch down the middle of your chest with his index and middle fingers, between your bare breasts, and down the valley of your stomach at a pace that had you biting your tongue just to keep from begging him for the nth time. It would only further encourage him to play with you, of which you could only tolerate so much.

You knew his moves by now, knew that he would trail those fingers down to your waist, over the elastic of your panties until he found the evidence of your arousal between your legs. You knew his moves, and he still had you whimpering the moment his fingers brushed your clit through your panties.

Your toes curled into the sheets as you tried desperately not to show how crazy he was making you. He knew already, though, the moment he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and found wetness between your legs.

“Oh,” Baekhyun said with a smirk, tongue running cheekily along his lower lip. “You’re dripping, Y/N. You’re this wet just from sucking me off?”

Again, you were grateful for your inability to blush.

“Answer me,” he demanded suddenly, eyes turning dark just the way you liked them.

“Yes!” you replied, hips canting up towards Baekhyun’s hand. “Yes, I’m this wet just from sucking you off.”

Even after you closed your eyes, you were sure you could see the cocky smirk that was undoubtedly painted upon his lips. He lived for this, the feeling of absolutely owning you. You, an immortal, bloodthirsty, powerful woman despite how weak he made you.

As his fingers delved lower, just until he could dip them into your entrance, you mewled and turned your cheek towards the pillow. “Please,” you breathed.

Baekhyun’s lips brushed your neck. “Please, what?”

“Want you… want-“ you sighed as his fingers pushed deeper, to his second knuckle. “Want you inside.”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t surprise you when he finally gave in, but you couldn’t complain. Though he didn’t concede without a few deep pumps of his fingers, enough to have you gasping and close to ripping the sheets apart beneath you.

Baekhyun slipped his fingers from you and stood from the bed, his hands pushing down his briefs without hesitation. He nodded at you once, motioning with his chin to the headboard behind you.

“On your knees, and face the headboard.”

Renewed with your need to feel Baekhyun inside of you, you easily flipped over onto all fours, that warm sensation in your gums warning you that your fangs would extend at any moment. You didn’t fight it, hoping that it wouldn’t be much longer until you would need them.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun exhaled, just before you felt the bed shift with his weight as he moved behind you. “You’re beautiful, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love seeing you like this.”

You’re beautiful.

The words echoed in your mind, though you knew they probably shouldn’t. He rarely complimented you so boldly, especially before he was inside of you, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. Curling your hands into fists, you shoved your feelings down because you needed to. A survival instinct, really.

Because if you fell for him, if you opened your heart, the odds were against you. You weren’t sure why he chose you, why you were the only one he allowed to feed from him, but you couldn’t let yourself see it as any more than a mutual transaction of pleasure.

Baekhyun snapped you out of your thoughts easily the moment he pressed up against you from behind, his hands molding down your sides until he could place them upon your hips.

You hung your head between your shoulders, reaching your hands out to grip the wooden slats of your headboard. The anticipation was always the best, and worst, part of this.

It almost scared you how well Baekhyun knew your body. He knew when he trailed his fingertips down between your shoulder blades that you’d shiver and bite your lip, using every ounce of willpower that you possessed not to beg him. Even though you were pretty sure that’s what he wanted.

He knew when he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder, that you’d ultimately lose the battle with yourself and your dignity. You were hot, sweaty, and desperate. Desperate enough to give in and sob his name, squeezing your headboard so hard that you felt the wood splinter beneath your hands.

Without another word, his lips still pressed to your skin, you finally felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance. You held your breath, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t drag it out any longer.

Your wish was granted as he filled you in one long stroke, both of you releasing satisfied moans at the sensation. This... this was bliss.

“How are you-” Baekhyun ground out through his teeth and squeezed your hips hard enough you’d probably bruise, if you could, “-always this tight? God.”

His lips trailed across from one shoulder blade to the other, giving your body a moment to adjust to the girth of him, before he began to move. Just like every other time, he pulled sighs and moans from you that only his ears had ever had the privilege of hearing.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed, your walls clenching around him each time he filled you, his pace making your head spin.

“How’s it feel, baby?” Baekhyun asked, voice low next to your ear.

It took a few more thrusts for you to be able to catch your breath to answer him, your head spinning from the way he was fucking you. It didn’t matter how many times you had him, he always made you like this. Crazy, hungry, and weak.

“Good, so… so good.”

“That’s right,” Baekhyun answered, one hand drifting from your hip down between your legs to find your clit. “You’re taking me so well. Think you might get to feed a little earlier than normal tonight, baby.”

You clenched around him once more at his words. Recently, Baekhyun had started making you wait longer and longer to taste him. The last time, you’d been teetering right on the edge of your second orgasm when he finally bared his neck to you.

It wasn’t the worst thing in the world--no, that moment when his blood hit your tongue had sent you towards the most electric, trembling climax you’d ever had. But you had to admit your mouth was watering already at the thought of sinking your teeth into his skin sooner rather than later.

“Please,” you begged, pushing your ass back towards him. “Please, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun rolled his fingers around your clit in circular motions, grunting as he thrusted hard, jolting you forward. You gasped and moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“You want that, huh? You want me to fuck you while you drink from me?” He matched each stroke of his cock inside of you with the pace of his fingers, drawing tight circles between your legs.

“Yes,” you answered, voice cracking. You didn’t just want it, you needed it. Your fangs were showing now, and you weren’t even sure at what point they’d finally protruded from your gums, a biological response to the thought that you would be needing them soon.

Your world spun, briefly, as Baekhyun grabbed your hips and flipped you from your knees onto your back. It was quick, a move he’d pulled on you so many times you barely even noticed until he was pushing back inside of you.

“Oh, look at you,” he said from above you.

Now that you could see him, you could appreciate his rosy cheeks, the way his hair stuck to his temples, and the subtle way his shoulder muscles contracted each time he moved inside you. Holding himself up with one arm, he trailed his free hand down the side of your face and brushed his thumb over your lip.

��You’re ready to feed, aren’t you, baby? So fucking needy. You think you deserve it?” The pad of his thumb slipped inside of your mouth, daring to trace over the shape of one of your fangs.

All you could do was nod, the ability to actually speak coherent words completely lost on you at the moment.

You waited, as patiently as you could while he was driving you insane, for Baekhyun to make the first move. You never reached for his arm first, never lunged for his neck or his shoulder, simply because you wanted him to have that control.

Baekhyun leaned down, his lips trailing kisses from your chin up to your jaw, until he nipped at your earlobe. “Go ahead, pretty. Take what you want.”

The next time he filled you completely with his cock, you finally sunk your teeth into Baekhyun’s neck, that same spot that you had claimed as your own already. You whimpered as his blood filled your mouth, sliding down your throat.

You reveled in the way he tasted and the sinful way he inhaled sharply at the initial bite before he let out a long, blissful moan. Your body was on fire now, so consumed in Baekhyun and the way he felt buried this deep inside of your heat. It was like you were invincible.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him into you easily. It was different when you fed from him like this. You had to be careful, control yourself so that you didn’t hurt him too badly, but it tasted so damn good.

Before you could get carried away, you forced yourself to pull back, licking any remnants of his blood from your lips. Even though you were no longer feeding, you felt the effects of his blood rushing through your body already.

It was electric and overwhelming in the best possible way, heightened even more so by the way Baekhyun fit inside of you and stretched you so perfectly. The entire room had brightened around you as if somebody had switched on a light.

When you were finally able to focus on the man above you, you were pleased to find that he looked just as fucked out as you felt. His arms shook, for a moment, maybe from the quick loss of blood or just the sheer pleasure of it all.

Taken by a moment of bravery, you used your legs hooked around his hips to roll your bodies over so that you could settle on top of him and let him rest for a moment. His wound would heal quickly—something to do with the healing properties of your saliva, according to Kyungsoo—but you knew he’d need a beat to regain his strength.

The moment he filled you completely, you took in a shuddering breath and planted your hands on his chest. Baekhyun stared up at you, eyes filled with awe, lips parted as if he wanted to say something but just couldn’t find the words.

“Wanna ride you,” you whispered, licking your lips once again. “I want to make you - make you feel good,” you admitted.

Baekhyun’s hands found your thighs, pale and smooth, and dug his fingertips into your skin. Slowly, those fingertips trailed up to your hips to pull you closer, forcing you into a rocking motion atop of him.

“Go on, then,” he breathed. “Make me feel good.”

It occurred to you then that you’d been in this position with him only once before, and it only lasted a couple of minutes before he flipped you onto your back and took over control. This time, though, you wanted to take it until the end. You wanted him to see just a shred of the power you could have over him.

Maybe you didn’t realize it until now, but you knew Baekhyun’s body just as well as he knew yours.

You knew when you rolled your hips just right, he’d groan and his eyes would flutter closed as he fought not to thrust himself further inside of you. You knew his hands would start to roam, squeezing and groping at the smooth flesh of your hips and stomach.

Not until Baekhyun had you learned to appreciate a man’s hands on you without feeling self conscious or try to cover up. Maybe because Baekhyun owed you nothing, there was no reason for him to lie to you or tell you what you wanted to hear. With his hands and his lips, he painted his honest truth on your body without saying a word.

You started to lose yourself more and more with each roll, each circular grind of your hips on top of him, letting your needy moans fill the room along with his.

“Just like that,” Baekhyun praised, both hands holding firmly onto your waist. “Tell me, who makes you feel this good?”

You pressed your hands more firmly into his stomach and opened your eyes, only a little surprised to find him staring up at you again as if he was trying to drink in every inch of your body.

Just when you were about to answer, Baekhyun bucked his hips up, pushing himself deeper inside of you—deep enough to make you shiver and lose any and all words that could have gone through your mind.

“I-” you started, fighting the urge to close your eyes. With the way he was looking at you, you knew that Baekhyun wanted your eyes on him. “Y-you,” you could only whisper.

“I said,” he said, through his teeth, surprising you as he sat up underneath of you so that your chests were flush together. “Who makes you feel like this?”

“You, you, you,” you cried, feeling the familiar heat building in your belly and spreading down towards your thighs. “Baekhyun, oh, fuck…”

“Mmm,” Baekhyun hummed, pleased, pulling you even closer to him. “Such a good girl. You know exactly who you belong to, don’t you? No one else can ever have you like this.”

Even as far gone as you were, something about his words made you shiver, mind racing with all the ways he could mean those words. You’d accepted that you wanted more from him, more than a late night fuck and feed, but what if he felt the same way?

“No one.”

Baekhyun pressed the words onto your lips. You clawed at his shoulders, not caring if you marked him, if you left scratches to match the mysterious half-healed slashes across his torso. You wanted him to belong to you, too, if only in one way.

The kiss sent you closer to your high as your thoughts got the best of you, imagining what your life might be like if you could belong to each other.

Maybe you could wake up next to him someday, help him with breakfast by frying the bacon while he mixed pancake batter. Or you could fall asleep curled up into his side, hand pressed to his chest, counting his heartbeats.

“Close,” you whispered. “I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.” Baekyun pulled back first from the kiss, one hand in your hair and the other helping you keep your pace, gripped possessively around your hip.

When you finally tumbled over the edge, you could only speak incoherent mumbles and whispers of pleasure into the crook of his neck as your body bowed forward into him.

Fireworks exploded behind your vision with your climax, a feeling you should have been used to by now, but you still found yourself practically blacking out every time. It was stronger, more powerful since you became a vampire. Like every cell of your body was exploding and putting itself back together again.

“I got you, pretty, I’m here,” you heard Baekhyun whisper as he thrust into you from below, fucking you through the intense waves of your orgasm.

The feeling returned to your fingertips what felt like an hour later, even though it was probably only a minute or two, and you found yourself able to open your eyes. You blinked a few times to let your eyes refocus, taking in the sight of Baekhyun so close to you, so close to his peak.

“Baekhyun, I can’t-” you gasped, willing your trembling thighs to move so you could resume your movements on top of him. It was no use—you just didn’t have the strength.

Baekhyun moved quickly, easily flipping your positions so that he was above you once more. He remained on his knees, grabbing one of your pillows to shove under your lower back. From this angle, he could wrap your legs around his waist and grind into you at the perfect angle.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, hands scrambling to clutch the sheets underneath of you. All you could do was watch him, devour him with your eyes the same way you had devoured him with your mouth.

From the moment you met him, you’d thought he was beautiful. It always struck you as unfair that he appeared to be without flaws, as if you had dreamed him up. He just simply couldn’t be real. And if he was real, it was a miracle he wanted anything to do with you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Baekhyun said through gritted teeth. He was losing control, moving closer and closer to the edge with each deep thrust.

Your fingers squeezed and tugged at the sheets beneath your hands, the only thing you had the physical strength left to do. “Please,” you whined. “I wanna feel you come inside me.”

It didn’t take much longer, only a few more perfect rolls of his hips before he came with a loud, shuddering groan. You felt him spill inside of you, liquid heat that felt like it was never ending. This was your favorite part. It was the closest you could ever feel to him, surrounded in every way.

Once he had come down, Baekhyun fell forward on top of you, catching himself on his forearms. He breathed deep and heavy, face buried between your neck and your shoulder. You found yourself stroking his back, tracing words into his skin that you couldn’t say out loud.

When he finally rolled off of you, he didn’t go far, just flopped onto his side next to you. Your breath caught in your throat when he pulled you closer, one arm around your back and the other grazing your shoulder.

Outside the window, you heard the morning birds begin their chirping. It was easier to focus on their melody than just how close Baekhyun was. Close enough to hear his pulse, quick and strong.

“You okay?” he asked, nose nudging your jaw. “You get enough?”

You swallowed, suddenly remembering the whole reason Baekhyun had come over in the first place. Because you both had an itch that needed to be scratched—nothing more.

“Yeah,” you replied weakly. “I got enough.”

But he didn’t move, just let his lips rest softly against your neck. It had never been like this before. Soft, quiet, sweet.

“Why do you only let me feed from you?” you found yourself asking, hand on his chest gently pushing him back. “Why me?”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows pushed together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed, sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face. “All your feeding marks are from me. I’m the only one, right?”

Leaning up onto his elbows, Baekhyun could only shrug as if you’d asked him if he liked sugar in his coffee. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you,” Baekhyun offered. As if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You blinked. Had you heard him wrong? Did he mean it… like that?

“You like me,” you repeated.

Baekhyun had the nerve to laugh, just a light, airy chuckle. “That’s what I said. Why am I the only one you feed from?”

Gulping, you tore your eyes away from him and shook your head. You wanted to deny it—but you both knew it was true. You’d never told him as much, but you wouldn’t be so desperate for him if you could easily get it somewhere else. Correction: you could have, you just didn’t want to.

“Because I like you.”

When you looked back at Baekhyun, he was grinning, the light catching on the glitter still smeared across his cheeks. He pushed himself to sit up, reaching for your hands. He tugged you closer to him.

“Yeah? You sure you don’t just like my delicious, mouthwatering blood?”

You scoffed and shook your head, feeling a smile tug at your lips. “It’s not that delicious.”

Baekhyun laughed again, and this time you had to join him. It felt like it was too good to be true, him wanting you the way you wanted him. You wanted to pinch yourself, just to make sure you hadn’t blacked out and imagined this whole conversation.

“Since that’s settled,” Baekhyun said, fingers grazing up your arm, your throat, until he was lifting your chin. You saw his affection for you in his eyes, so obvious it made you wonder if you’d been missing it all along.

When his lips touched yours, it was a kiss unlike any other you’d shared with him before. Deep and slow, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed into his mouth, letting his lips quiet every worry you had racing through your brain.

“Stay the night,” you said softly once you parted from him.

Baekhyun smirked, pressing his forehead into yours. “It’s already morning.”

You glanced at the window, noting the soft glow of the sunrise behind your curtains. “Oh. Never-”

“I’m kidding,” he cut you off, stroking his fingertips across your cheek. “Only if you promise to cook breakfast for me when we wake up. You do eat, right?”

“Yes,” you said with a laugh. “I eat. I don’t need to, but I love food too much not to.”

“That’s my girl,” he replied in a low tone, giving you goosebumps.

In order to keep yourself from jumping his bones, you pulled from him and climbed off the bed, searching for the comforter Baekhyun had thrown off the mattress when you’d first laid down. Once you found it, you settled on top of the sheets with him, pulling the blanket over top of your bodies.

Your memories from before you turned were a blur. Some things you could remember, but it was like they’d happened to somebody else. You knew you’d had a series of unsatisfying one night stands, a couple of boyfriends, and a handful of crushes. You remembered the face of the man who turned you, but not his name or how it happened. A blessing, Kyungsoo told you.

And although you couldn’t remember the faces of any of your past lovers, you knew without a doubt in your mind that you would never forget Baekhyun.

You realized as he brought you into his arms that he didn’t just make you feel human, he made you feel like the girl you’d been before.

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Can you give any pointers for fanfiction writing? It's something I've considered trying, but I've never done creative writing and it's a bit intimidating. I'm mostly interested in writing Nightwing, and maybe having other characters (Batfam and Titans) but still always having Dick as the center.

Welcome to Fanfiction 101! I’m here to keep you from making the same mistakes I’ve made in the past.

Pre-Writing Process

There are some people who enjoy outlining the shit out of their story, and then there are people like me who just kinda make the story up as they go. Whatever you decide to do, try to at least have an ending planned out. That way while you’re writing, you can start to craft the pieces you need to get to the ending you have imagined. You can even work backward and plan your story out from end to beginning.

For example, let’s say I want my ending to be Dick and Damian hugging in a hospital. Okay, what pieces do I need to get to that point? Well, if they’re in a hospital then one of them needs to be hurt. Who do I want to hurt? Let’s go with Dick because I want this story to show how much Damian cares about Dick.

Great. Now how does Damian find out that Dick is hurt/how does he save Dick? Let’s say Damian is in the cave when the batcomputer gets an alert from Nightwing’s suit. The alert shows that Dick’s vitals have gone haywire. Damian panics, tracks down Dick’s location, and then both him and Alfie take the flying batmobile to save Dick. They find Dick and take him to the hospital.

Cool but how does Dick get hurt in the first place? Hmm, well, Dick usually always rides a motorcycle, right? So let’s say Dick gets into a motorcycle accident. How does he crash his bike? Maybe it’s because of the weather or because a baddie crashes into him. I don’t want to write a huge action scene so let’s say Dick accidentally drives over black ice, spins out, and crashes in a ditch.

And there you have it. A whole story right there from end to beginning. You can plan things out in a more detailed way before you jump in and write if you want. A basic outline like that ^ is usually enough for me to go off of. The details just come to me while I’m in the process of writing. Try and see what works best for you.

One-Shots vs. Multi-Chapter Stories

If you haven’t done a lot of creative writing, I would suggest you start off by practicing with one-shots. Now, one-shots can be shorter content, but on the flip side, there’s also one-shots that are like 50k words. Totally depends on what the author is willing to put into it in terms of plot, description, character development, etc.

I personally have a hard time finding the motivation to finish multi-chapter stories, which is why I usually stick to one-shots. Short one-shots can be easier because they don’t have to be super fleshed out. The action is quick, the dialogue is impactful, and the scene is memorable.

You can also just jump into the action when it comes to one-shots. You don’t have to do as much build-up. For example, I could jump right into a scene of Dick having trouble breathing like this:

Dick’s having a hard time making sense of things. Vaguely, he can hear Bruce shouting for Alfred. He can feel hands on him. His vision is going in and out. Then, suddenly, there’s silence. Dick wakes up, confused. Tim is sitting at his bedside, holding his hand. Bruce is close by, and when he realizes Dick is awake, he immediately goes over to him. Bruce explains that Dick had a bad reaction to a drug he was injected with. Bruce cards his hand through Dick’s hair to comfort him, and Dick reflects on when Bruce used to do the same thing when Dick was a kid.

End scene.

Okay, so, obviously a real story would have way more description than that, but you get what I’m saying, yeah? That whole scene could be the entire story and it would be enough. But if you have the motivation to do way more than that with a ton of character development and what not, you totally could prolong that one-shot into 50k words. Or just break everything up into a multi-chapter fic.

The problem with writing one chapter at a time for a multi-chapter fic is that it’s hard to keep the motivation to keep writing each chapter. You write one chapter and then put the story to the side for a few days, and suddenly, you keep making excuses about why you don’t want to write the next chapter. To be fair, this can also happen with a basic one-shot, but yeah, tis the life of a writer. Don’t be discouraged if it happens to you. Trust me, it will at some point.

Character POV

Listen, I love writing in first person. In other fandoms, I used to write a lot of my stories in first person POV. I’ve got some bad news for you, though. Generally, people don’t like to read fanfics that are in first person POV. They just don’t. Nowadays, even I tend to skip over stories that are written in first person POV.

Third person POV is going to be your best friend. Get comfortable writing it.

Admittedly, sometimes it’s easier for me to grasp a character’s voice if I first write the story in first person POV. I then go back and change all the “I’s” and “me’s” to he, his, her, hers, etc. That’s just a little trick I do sometimes if I’m having a hard time getting a story started.

Characterization

If you’re not 100% sure how to write a specific character, try and figure out a few facts about them. Like if you want to write Dick then think about some key qualities of his. Sprinkle those traits throughout the story to make the character sound more authentic.

For example, I know Dick doesn’t like cucumber sandwiches. Sometimes I’ll have him or other characters mention this in the story. I also know Dick can struggle with perfectionism. I can make that something he has to struggle with in the story. It doesn’t have to be what the whole story revolves around, but if I just throw in some things here and there about how Dick is mad at himself for failing about something then that makes him feel more in character.

Character Interactions

At first, writing multiple characters interacting at once can be really difficult. It can fuck up the pacing of your story, it can be hard to insert each character enough to make sure they aren’t ignored, and it can be hard to make sure each character is getting a chance to speak.

If you find yourself struggling with this, try and just stick to two characters at first. Once you’re comfortable writing a conversation between them, try adding in another character. And another. And another.

The more you practice, the more you’ll be able to write multiple characters interacting in a scene in a way that feels more natural and realistic.

Genres and Tropes

When it comes to figuring out what you want to write about, you need to know what kind of content your audience wants. For example, fantasy niches (fairies, vampires, etc.) can be harder to “sell” in this particular fandom. There are people like myself who enjoy those niches, but just know that they may not be the most popular niches within this specific fandom.

What are some niches that the majority of fandoms do like? Hurt/comfort, sick fics, whump, fluff. Those kinds of fics are always in demand. People love it when their favs get hurt. People love it when other characters worry about their favs. People love it when their favs get hurt while protecting others. People love it when their favs are getting along and being affectionate with one another.

Go on AO3 and sort the fics in this fandom by “most comments” or “most kudos.” Now look at the most popular fics that come up and look at the tags they use. See what kinds of things those authors are writing about. Read their summaries and try to get an idea of what the stories are about.

Once you get an idea of which kind of genres and tropes are most popular, try and write a story that includes those genres/tropes. People will be more likely to read stories that have tropes they usually like to read about.

Now, of course, you can also just write whatever the hell you want without trying to appeal to your audience. This is what I do a lot of the time. Turns out that the things I like to write about tend to fall more in line with the tropes that are already popular in this fandom.

Spelling and Grammar

People really hate to read stories that have tons and tons of spelling and grammar mistakes. Make sure before you post anything, you put your story in Word or Grammarly (I use the free version) to check for spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes. Trust me, your readers will thank you for it.

Practice, Practice, Practice

I’ve been writing creative stories since I was 11 years old. The stories I wrote back then are absolutely shit compared to the stories I write now. So please don’t get discouraged if you write a story and you don’t feel like it’s very good.

Keep trying! Just like with anything else, the more you do it, the better you’ll be at it. There are so many things you’ll learn as you continue to write. Seriously, just recently, I realized I wasn’t always putting a comma in my compound sentences to break up the independent clauses. But hey, hey, now I know.

Pacing, characterization, and plot are also things that will improve the more you write. Writing drabbles (stories with maybe just a few hundred words) will help with this. It will help you learn to choose the most important scene or dialogue and write it in an impactful, emotional, and compelling way.

Okay, class is dismissed! If you have any other questions then feel free to send me another ask!

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crystalstar8 · 4 years

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Knights of the Night (ch 14)

Chapter 14

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count:

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing…

(smut is alluded to in this chapter, so I apologize to any family members who may be reading this👀)

Once everyone had arrived at the mansion, Taehyung called them all into the dining room, where he had laid out a beautiful Christmas feast. There was a beef roast on one end and a ham on the other end. Between the two were potatoes, greens, fresh bread, fruit garnishes and jams, and an assortment of other sides.

“Tae tae! You really outdid yourself today!” Hoseok exclaimed as he pulled a chair out for his mother. His mother was in her seventies, a tiny and soft-spoken woman. Hoseok’s sister sat beside their mother. Catalina was only briefly introduced to them, only to learn their names and thank his mother for the necklace, so she made sure to sit across from them. Jungkook took the seat beside her.

“I want to ask them if they know anything about Hobi’s past,” Catalina whispered to him. He nodded.

“That’s a good idea,” said Jungkook. “He’s always been a bit suspicious to me. I mean, we’re surrounded by these ancient vampires who had no problems telling us about all the people they’ve killed in the past, but I’m honestly most worried about him. If Yoongi could tell his story, why can’t Hoseok?”

“Exactly,” said Catalina. “That’s what I was thinking.”

Once everyone was settled at the table and most of the dishes had made the rounds, Catalina looked over at Hoseok’s sister, whose name was Jiwoo, she remembered.

“So, I heard Hoseok’s been telling you two about us,” said Catalina. “I hope all good things.”

“Of course, all good things!” Jiwoo laughed. “He’s been gushing about his new friends non-stop. Every time he visits, he tells us about some new adventure. He said you and Jimin are really good dancers.”

“We’re really good at ballet,” said Catalina. “But Hoseok tried to teach us his style and we kind of sucked.”

“I’m sure he didn’t fare any better in ballet,” Jiwoo said.

“Not really,” Catalina said with a wide smile. Then she leaned in and lowered her voice. “So, I’m curious. How much has Hoseok told you about how he was turned?”

Jiwoo pressed her lips into a thin line, then said, “Honestly, not much. I know the entire experience took a huge toll on him and he had to drop out of college because of it. We’ve asked him about it many times, but he never seems to want to talk about. I think it’s painful for him to bring up the memory.”

“Oh,” Catalina looked over at Hoseok, who was laughing hysterically at a story Jimin was telling. She tried to imagine what he went through that made him so unwilling to share his story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, the party retired to the ballroom, which definitely was a room Catalina didn’t know existed until now. She wondered how big this house actually was. She dreamed of just wandering around and exploring one day. Yoongi was sat at the grand piano at the end of the ballroom and began playing. Catalina knew he didn’t eat at dinner, she wondered if he was just waiting to come in here and play piano.

The ballroom wasn’t huge; it was the perfect size for a party like this. Crystal chandeliers lit the room and the music filled the air. Namjoon, his professor friend, Jiwoo, Jimmy K and Jin sat at the lounge in the corner of the room to chat, Jimin pulled a giggling Taehyung onto the dancefloor to dance, and Hoseok pulled his mother onto the floor to dance.

“May I?”

Catalina turned around. Jungkook was holding out his hand, a smile on his face. Catalina grinned and took his hand. He led her out to the dance floor and took her waist, pulling her closer.

Even after two dates and several weeks of officially dating, Jungkook still managed to make her blush when he held her close like this.

“I love this dress on you,” he said as they swayed to the music.

“Thank you,” said Catalina. “I had some inside information on you when I bought this. I heard you have a thing for red.”

“I do,” he said as he led her into a spin. “Did Jimin tell you?”

Catalina nodded and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“Just wait until you see what I’m wearing underneath.”

She heard his breath catch before he pulled her even closer. They glided across the floor, turning and swaying to the beat. When the song ended, Catalina felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” Jimmy K asked Jungkook.

“I did promise to save him a dance,” said Catalina. She knew Jungkook wasn’t the jealous type, so she wasn’t surprised when he laughed and said, “Sure, why not?”

Jungkook left with a smile and a lingering hand on her bare back. Jimmy K swept her into a waltz as the next song began. She watched Jungkook take a seat by Namjoon, eyeing her with a dreamy smile on his face.

“You’ve got that boy completely wrapped around your finger,” said Jimmy K. Catalina giggled.

“I know,” she said. “Well, he’s got me too.”

“I can see that,” said Jimmy K. “I saw the little gift you left on his neck.”

Catalina laughed loudly at that and said, “You know what he said to me? He said, ‘you should get a collar for me next time’.”

Jimmy K raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh, that would make things interesting.”

“Certainly,” said Catalina. “I have my work cut out for me.”

“You can handle it,” said Jimmy K. “You’re a very capable woman.”

“Jimmy K, if you keep flirting with me all the time, you’re going to turn Jungkook into a jealous mess,” said Catalina. Jimmy K chuckled.

“I can’t help it,” he said. “I just have a flirty personality I guess. But I will stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I just find it flattering,” said Catalina. “You’d have to ask Jungkook about it.”

“I saw you interrogating Hoseok’s sister at dinner,” he said, changing the subject abruptly. “I’m assuming you were trying to get some information on that suspicious bugger.”

“Yeah, ‘trying’ being the key word there,” Catalina said with a sigh. Jimmy K lifted his arm to spin her, then led her into a gliding sidestep and turn. “She barely knew more than we do. The most useful thing she told me was that the experience was supposedly very difficult for him and its painful for him to talk about.”

“Well, he could have just said that,” said Jimmy K. “Here I was thinking he was some kind of spy or he had some kind of murderous backstory.”

“Yeah, same here,” said Catalina. “It still doesn’t answer any questions, but at least it takes a little bit of suspicion off of him.”

“Well, if he ever goes off the rails and takes a nasty turn on you all, just give me a call,” said Jimmy K.

“What, are you some kind of vampire slayer?” asked Catalina, letting him drop her into a dip. “Why do you know so much about vampires and their history and stuff?”

Jimmy K winked and said, “That’s for me to know, darling, and you to find out.”

Catalina smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Ah, the mysterious, ruggedly handsome Jimmy K,” Catalina said, pretending to swoon.

“That’s right,” Jimmy K said with a smirk.

As the song ended, Catalina and Jimmy K parted ways. Catalina joined Jungkook at the lounge, sitting on the armrest of his chair. She draped her arm over his shoulder and gazed down at him. He was listening to Namjoon and Dr. Carlisle talk, but looked up at Catalina when she sat.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asked. Jungkook just smiled up at her and shrugged.

“I don’t really know,” he said. “Something scientific. How was your dance?”

“Heh, let me tell you, Jimmy K is a very mysterious individual,” she said, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I’ll tell you what he said later.”

“Please Yoongi-hyung! Do it for me!” Taehyung’s voice caught their attention across the ballroom. He was sitting on the piano bench beside Yoongi, begging him with big eyes and interlocked fingers. Yoongi seemed to let out a deep sigh, as his shoulders continued to sink for several seconds. That seemed to satisfy Taehyung, whose face lit up. He leapt from the bench and went to the wall where he adjusted the lighting to be a bit dimmer. Jimin watched all of this from the center of the dance floor as everyone else cleared away, retreating to the lounge.

Catalina’s eyebrows rose as Taehyung laid across the top of the grand piano. Yoongi began playing and Catalina recognized the tune immediately. To her surprise, Taehyung’s singing voice somehow fit the song beautifully, serenading an overly dramatic version of “A Thousand Miles”. Jimin doubled over laughing as Taehyung serenaded him, sliding off the piano and miming holding a microphone as he approached. Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hands and led him into a dance as best he could with Jimin laughing so hard, face beet red. Taehyung’s smooth voice led the dramatic, slightly silly performance through the rest of the song. Once it ended, everyone stood up and applauded, Taehyung taking his bows. Jimin stood beside him, covering his face and still giggling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Carlisle left, along with Jin, Jimmy K, and Hoseok’s sister and mother. Catalina didn’t let them leave without trying to return the necklace, but she told her to hold onto it until next time. After thanking her profusely and watching them all out the door, the group went to one of the bigger lounges. Taehyung served coffee and tea and Hoseok and Namjoon brought in gifts – two thick envelopes decorated with bows.

“You guys didn’t have to get anything!” Jimin exclaimed.

“It’s nothing big,” said Namjoon. “Just tokens really. We haven’t had many friends outside of this house in a long time.”

“But we don’t have anything for you guys,” said Jungkook.

“You guys are broke college students!” Hoseok said. “Save your money!”

They laughed and finally let Namjoon hand a big envelope to Catalina.

“This is kind of from all of us,” he said. “It’s for you and Jungkook.”

Catalina opened the envelope and pulled out several things. A packet of paper depicted pictures of a beautiful forest in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, with waterfalls and trails. It advertised a beautiful cabin, rustic and modern. After reading the front page, she realized what it was.

“Reservations?” she said. “What is this?”

“Look what else is in there,” said Namjoon.

There were two other slips of paper behind the packet. Round trip plane tickets. To Detroit, Michigan. For the week of Christmas. Catalina’s jaw dropped. Jungkook took the packet from her and flipped through it with wide eyes.

“Namjoon, this is too much,” Catalina said.

“Well, it’s from all of us,” said Hoseok. “But it was mostly his idea.”

“The reservation is for the week after Christmas,” said Jungkook.

“So you can spend the first week with your mom,” said Namjoon.

“Oooh! That’s why you asked me if I was spending the holiday with my family,” Jungkook exclaimed.

“You’re not?” Catalina asked. Jungkook shook his head.

“I mean, my brother is coming home and we’re having dinner with my parents a few days before Christmas,” he said. “Which you’re invited to, if you want. I know we’ve only been dating for a short time but…”

“I’d love to go,” she said. “We’ve known each other for a while now and I’ve only seen your parents in passing. I haven’t even met your brother at all.”

“And then it looks like the day after our dinner, we would leave for this,” said Jungkook.

“Namjoon, all of you, thank you so much,” said Catalina. “This is so generous.”

“Yeah, this is really awesome,” said Jungkook. “Thank you.”

“It’s really no problem,” said Namjoon.

Taehyung then handed the other envelope to Jimin and said, “Open mine next, Jiminie.”

Jimin opened the envelope and gasped.

“It’s not until summer, and I understand if you don’t want to, because I know you’re wary around us, as you should be, but I’ve always wanted to try camping and I hear it’s really pretty there…”

“Taehyungie,” Jimin interrupted. His eyes were glittering with tears. “I would love to go with you. This looks beautiful.”

“Really?” Taehyung said. “You’re not afraid to travel with me?”

Jimin shook his head and stood up to hug Taehyung tight. “My lovely Taehyungie. I could never be afraid of you.”

When they broke apart, both of them wiping their eyes, Jimin sat back down and said, “Can’t say the same for the rest of you. Jungkook, Cat, I’m talking about you too.”

Everyone laughed and Jimin said, “Haha, yeah laugh it up. You guys are insane. Sneaking into a vampire den without telling anyone. The fact that you made it out alive is an honest to God miracle.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After cleaning up the party, Taehyung invited the three humans to stay the night if they wanted to, since it was already past midnight. Catalina and Jungkook explored a bit before choosing a guest room on the third floor, far away from everyone else. When Jimin asked them where their room was, Jungkook threw him an exaggerated wink and nothing else. Jimin had almost fallen over laughing.

Their room was big and dark. Thick blackout curtains covered the huge window against the right wall. The four-poster bed looked antique, with twisting posts and sheer curtains around it. The thick carpet was a relief under Catalina’s feet once she took off her heels.

“What did you and Jimmy K talk about?” Jungkook asked as he toed off his own shoes.

“Oh right. He asked about my conversation with Jiwoo,” said Catalina. “I told him what she said, and then Jimmy K insinuated that he may be some kind of vampire slayer.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, he said something like, ‘If Hoseok ever hurts anyone, just give me a call’,” said Catalina.

“That’s so mysterious,” said Jungkook. “He knew about Alexandria the Annihilator too, which means he’s more familiar with vampire history than any of us.”

“Exactly,” said Catalina.

“Hm… well, we don’t have to talk about Jimmy K anymore,” Jungkook said, sidling closer to Catalina. “Thinking about what you’re wearing under this has been keeping me distracted all night.”

~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning, Catalina woke up before him. She went to the big window and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight stream into the room. The golden rays fell across the bed, bathing Jungkook in the morning light. Catalina admired her work from where she was standing; hickeys decorated his neck, chest, and thighs, and lipstick still stained his skin. His hair was tousled and his face was peaceful. Gorgeous. He was absolutely beautiful. Catalina couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

He said he loves me, Catalina thought with a dopey smile on her face, recalling the way he mumbled it into her skin last night, half asleep. I love this boy. So much.

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🦇 The Funhouse 🦇

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Fluff, Romance Rating: M Warnings: kidnapping, smut (consensual, mind you), sub!JK for a hot minute but then turns into a dominating beast, bondage, Kook’s a pantie sniffer, gambling (they make a bet XD) Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This came about because I just can’t let go of long haired Jungkook. I can’t!!

Tagging: @grxnadxs @catsandstrawberries @jkeuphoriadreamland @jjungkookislife

Summary: The carnival was in town and you couldn’t wait to hit the streets full of greasy fair food and the classic rides you grew up on. Accept there’s a new attraction this year. A funhouse. You wonder just how fun it is.

MASTERLIST

The carnival. Something you looked forward to every year for as long as you can remember. Even now when you were in your early 20s, the carnival never lost it’s shine. Although you of course outgrew a lot of the kiddie rides and had upgraded to more of the grander ones that were meant to appeal to adults rather than children. The classic Pharaoh’s Fury swinging boat ride was still your favorite to this very day.

However, as you walked along the streets munching on a corn dog in one hand and sipping on your large soda in the other, you couldn’t help but notice something that ended up catching your full attention. Not wanting to make a better roadblock, you quickly scurried off the street path and onto the sidewalk instead; heading for the direction of what appeared to be some kind of new attraction this year.

“The Golden Funhouse, folks! Like nothing you’ve ever seen before! Come on in! Buy a ticket and embark on the adventure of a lifetime!”

Standing there, you expected to see at least some kind of line to get in. Hell, you weren’t sure if anyone else was even listening to the guy as he shouted loud enough for the whole street to hear. Looking back behind you, it was kind of eerie, really. Not a soul was paying attention. It was almost like you were the only one who could hear the man or see the attraction.

“You! Miss! Come, come! I see you standing there eyeing my funhouse. Don’t be shy, now.”

Great. Just great. It wasn’t like you actually wanted to go inside the attraction. You were just simply curious, is all. Mostly curious as to why no one else was giving this place a first glance, let alone a second glance. But perhaps this attraction was something that you had been the last to discover and everyone else already knew about it? Yeah. That was always a possibility. So nothing strange or out of the ordinary here.

Sometimes you were a bit too paranoid for your own good.

“Come on, sweetie! Nothing to be afraid of. It’s called a funhouse for a reason! In fact---Your ticket is on me! Here---”

You stood there in amazement as the gentleman offered you a few bills to pay for your ticket into the attraction. Dang. Well this was unexpected. It wasn’t every day that you were getting a literal free ride. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt and you weren’t about to turn down something free, you shrugged and gave a bashful smile before finishing off your corn dog so you could throw the stick away in the nearby trash can; freeing up a hand to take the bills from him.

“Thanks, sir. I promise that if I enjoy the house, I’ll give you your money back.”

“Sir? Pffft. Please---- Call me Jin. And nonsense, my dear. No refund necessary. Just walk in and have a good time!”

Flashing a friendly smile to the guy you now knew as Jin, you nodded and took the bills from him before taking one last sip of your drink and tossing it in the trash. For it only being a carnival attraction, you felt awfully tense and anxious. Maybe it was because you had never actually walked through a funhouse before. They had simply never sparked your fancy. You were more of a roller coaster kind of girl.

Walking in, it only made your anxiety worsen.

“He calls this a funhouse?”

It.....well......you weren’t exactly sure what it looked like. But a funhouse was the last thing on your list. That’s for sure. Trying to keep your hands steady, you looked on ahead to see a booth of sorts with a-----good lord.

Perhaps you should just turn around and give Jin his money back. Say thanks but no thanks. Turning on your heel, you quickly went for the knob on the door only to discover that it wouldn’t budge. Panic started to flood your system, making you feel a dreading kind of high and lightheaded; your heart now pounding in your ears.

“It’s of no use, little human. You might as well come forward and claim your golden ticket.”

This wasn’t a funhouse.

This was a frickin’ haunted house.

The voice was deep and calm. Not threatening despite how you were feeling at the moment. You felt trapped. Trapped like a rat. Breathing heavily, you spun around back to the voice and got a better look at the booth. It indeed was a ticket booth but the ‘employee’ inside looked anything but a normal human. Well.....maybe he was. The voice was male but he was wearing a cloak and a creepy looking mask. If you hadn’t been so scared out of your whits, you’d have thought he looked kind of cool, really.

“Come. Adventure awaits you, child.”

“I don’t think a haunted house is the kind of adventure I wish to go on, dude. Now let me out of here. You can’t force me to do anything.”

“The only exit to this building is located on the other end. In order to get out, you must walk through the funhouse in it’s entirety.”

This sounded way too shady to you. But on the other hand.....it wasn’t like he was keeping you trapped here. He was telling you the way out. But.....things just weren’t adding up here. This all felt way too.....ominous??? Heaving a sigh and feeling a bit more calmer now that you knew there was at least one way out, you simply caved and stepped forward to give the creep your money. Weirdo.

“Your ticket, madame.”

“Thanks. So which one of these paths over here do I take? Does it matter?”

“It matters not, madame. Each path will eventually meet at the exit. I can assure you, no which entry is more thrilling than the others. They are all different but equal. Trust your gut instincts.”

“My gut instincts are telling me to get the hell out of here.”

The mystery creep simply chuckled and with that disturbing sound and imagery burned into your brain, you turned your attention to the paths that lay before you. Ugh. You were naturally indecisive with just about anything you did in life. Heck, it was hard for you to pick out the best looking veggies in the produce aisle at the supermarket.

“Whatever. I’ll just take the middle one. Screw this.”

With a huff and a puff of annoyance, you practically stomped your way into the darkened hallway. Couldn’t they have lit the place a little better? Geeze. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face. What was so fun about this??? Grumbling and trying to ignore the gut wrenching anxiety that was threatening to make you blow chunks, you finally found yourself in an area with a little more lighting. Finally. You could see.

They say be careful what you wish for.

“Good gravy. Another hallway?”

Just then, the floor and the walls started to rumble around you. Not really knowing what to do, you ended up wobbling and stumbling to the right side of the hallway and used the wall for support. The rumbling softened only for you to hear a loud crack behind you. It sounded as if the wood was giving way.

That’s because it was.

“Holy sshh----”

The floor was falling. Like----Falling falling. Like collapsing. Right from under your feet. Your fight or flight mode kicking in, you made the wise decision to fly as you started running down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. A scream that fell silent on your own ears filled the narrow space as the only thing on your mind was escaping a horrible, inky black death. Up ahead-----a door!!

Practically flinging yourself through the entryway, you not-so-gracefully collapsed onto the floor as you gasped and choked for air. Running wasn’t exactly something you were prepared to do when walking into a not-so-fun funhouse. Catching your breath, you subconsciously licked your dry lips and mumbled out loud,

“When I get out of here, I’m suing that Jin guy.”

Standing up and brushing yourself off, you notice you’re in what appeared to be some type of living room. But all the furniture was covered with sheets as if to keep them protected from dust. Speaking of, it was definitely everywhere. Fanning some of it from your face, you let out a small cough before walking further into the room.

Everything was covered save for a lonely glass lantern that held what appeared to be a single purple rose. Curiosity getting the best of you and figuring you might as well get your money’s worth, you approached the lantern that was perched on an elegantly vintage accent table and carefully opened it up.

All you wanted was a smell. Roses always smelled so good in your opinion. With just as much care, you eased the delicate flower out of it’s glassy prison and lifted it to your nose. But then.....things went horribly wrong. Again.

Everything happened at once. One minute you were smelling the rose, and the next your fingertip was pricked by one of the thorns. With a soft gasp, you kept the flower in your hand but managed to move the stem so that you could investigate the damage. It only hurt because it surprised you and you weren’t expecting it. Pouting, you put the rose back in it’s casing and went to go suck the blood off your fingertip till your blood would clot and the wound would close.

But you never got the chance.

Like getting hit with a freight truck, you suddenly became dizzy as the room in front of you started to spin and twirl this way and that way. Stumbling, it didn’t take you long to hit the floor as you tried to get yourself oriented again. God wow! What was going on?! Groaning when the spinning didn’t seem to stop, you tried closing your eyes but that only made you nauseated. Opening your eyes once more, you nearly screamed when you saw something moving from the other end of the room.

“Ease, my precious flower. You are safe.”

The dizziness had passed but severe grogginess took it’s place. Your head as well as your whole body felt like a three ton weight as you tried to look up at the approaching figure. It was a man. Another man. Weren’t there any women in this place??? With a slurred groan and letting your head lull against the hardwood floor, you managed to say,

“Need help........Help me.....”

“Sshhh. Ease, little one. Just close your eyes and take a nap. All is well.”

The voice sounded so soothing and you were absolutely exhausted. A nap did sound really good right now. But.....didn’t you have something important you needed to do? Your head was just so foggy that it was hard to think straight. Didn’t you have something.....like......Ugh. Screw it. Whatever. The voice was right. A nap was exactly what you needed and so you allowed yourself to fully succumb to the blissful darkness of sleep.

When you finally started coming around, the first thing you realized was that it was way too bright. Way too bright. Even from behind your closed eyelids, you could tell the sun had long been up and was trying to blind you through the window in your bedroom. Speaking of.......this bed felt way too soft to be yours.....

Eyes snapping open and completely ignoring the sun trying to burn through your retinas, you quickly scanned the room only to confirm you were indeed not in your own bedroom. Just like that, the events prior to your passing out were all rushing back to you in one massive headache. Groaning in pain, you instinctively placed a hand to your head while you tried to ignore all the vivid images and the thumping of your poor skull against the pillow.

“You are awake, little one.”

‘Dear god. No more surprises. Please. No more surprises.’

“Please, open your eyes, beautiful girl. You need to take this medicine. It will help with your headache.”

Against your better judgement, you cracked your eyes open only to see a very handsome looking young man crouched down next to the side of your bed. Well......perhaps it was his bed? You watched him sporting a million dollar smile as he carefully placed two pills and a bottle of water on the bedside table before making himself comfortable and plopping his bum down on the floor.

He looked otherworldly, really. Yet all he was sporting was an over sized t-shirt and some sweats. Some of his hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail so that you could see his face in it’s entirety. Perhaps it was his face that made him appear so......ethereal? Yeah. It had to be. Because otherwise, he just looked like any other normal young man.

“You’ve been out for quite awhile, I was beginning to worry, little one.”

Why did he keep calling you that? And why was he talking so......funny? Different? You couldn’t quite place your finger on it but it was almost like he was speaking in a fashion as old as time itself. His tone didn’t match his young appearance at all. With your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you simply laid there watching him like a hawk. He must have been able to sense your hostility because he gently raised his hands up in surrender and spoke just as softly,

“I mean you no harm, dear. It was I who brought you to this place. You are in my home. I found you laying unconscious in an alleyway just on the outskirts of the town I live in.”

You knew that was a load of bull. Despite your pounding headache, you remember quite clearly the events that transpired right before you passed out. Giving him your best glare silently telling him that you were not impressed at all with his story telling skills, you spoke up with a scoff,

“Liar. I was in that funhouse same as you. Now you better be giving me some real answers before I have you arrested for drugging and kidnapping.”

However, all that threat got you was a soft but dark chuckle along with a gentle shake of the head. The male looked anything but threatened as he flashed you a small but warm smile of endearment. Were you some kind of joke to him??? Was he seriously going to act like this when he had basically just----Ugh! There was so much wrong with this picture!!

“Relax, my flower. You are safe here. I do apologize for the way we had to meet, but it’s critical that I keep you here for the time being. Just until I get some answers.”

That was NOT what you wanted to hear.

“Excuse me??? You get some answers??? What about me!?!? Don’t I deserve some frickin’ answers too!?!”

Honestly, he liked you better when you were sleeping peacefully and all he could hear was the soothing sounds of your breathing and your heart beating. But this screeching of yours was something he could do without. His poor sensitive ears just couldn’t take it. Wincing and resisting the urge to cover his ears, the male instead tried to soothe you by replying a bit hesitantly,

“Yes yes, of course you do. Please, ask away and I shall answer to the best of my ability.”

You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at him when he suddenly became so complaisant. There had to be a catch, right? Or maybe he was just saying anything he could to pacify you? Eyeing him with just as much suspicion, you asked in a voice dripping of uncertainty,

“How can I trust anything you say? You’ve already lied to me once.”

“Then what’s the point of seeking answers if you won’t believe a word I speak?”

Well dang. You weren’t expecting that as an answer. He really had you trapped, didn’t he? Here you were, stuck with a creep who talks funny. Not only that, but you’re pretty sure he was the one who drugged you back at the funhouse. You don’t know how and you don’t know why but something told you he wasn’t going to be very forthcoming of such information. Heaving a heavy sigh of defeat, you asked half-heartily,

“Can I at least have your name? Otherwise I’m just going to start addressing you as Jerkface.”

Watching him shake with soft chuckles, you couldn’t help but notice that his smile reminded you of a bunny rabbit. Or maybe it was the way his nose scrunched up in amusement. Heck, his whole face reminded you of a bunny. Come to think of it......this whole thing reminded you a lot of the tale Alice in Wonderland.

“Jungkook. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

3 WEEKS LATER....

“Do vampires even need to exercise? I thought you guys had super strength or something.”

Yeah....It’s been three weeks since you were kidnapped by Jungkook and a lot had happened in that span of time. To sum it up, your life has been completely turned upside down. Fun fact, vampires exist. You had to admit, you didn’t see that one coming when Jungkook had revealed his red eyes and elongated canines to you after he had confessed his true nature.

In fact, you had laughed in his face and called him crazy; feeling a bit crazy yourself. Vampires weren’t supposed to exist, right? They were merely a tale to tell gullible kids during Halloween. But when the male calmly took out his brown contact lenses and you sat there and watched his pointed teeth grow in length.....that was no magic trick.

Being held captive by a vampire wasn’t all bad, you supposed. It wasn’t like he was starving you or keeping you in a cage. Heck, he left you wanting very little, actually. Aside from wanting to see the outside world. Otherwise, he took care of all your bills, provided you with whatever you wanted to eat and drink, and gave you your own room to decorate and furnish however your heart desired. Online shopping? He had you completely covered. Bought you whatever you wanted with no questions asked no matter the price.

It honestly felt like Jungkook was your sugar daddy, really. And maybe, just maybe, you felt a bit guilty because it seemed like you were taking advantage of him and his money.

Then your mind would jump back and remind you that he was keeping you here against your will and that it served him right for you to spend all his money. It was like a constant tug of war in your mind. Were you really still being kept here against your will? Or were you finding yourself more and more willing to stick around?

“Despite what you may believe, little human, I do not bask in the reality that I am a mutation of my former self.”

Watching you stand there in his personal exercise room blinking in confusion, he couldn’t help but chuckle while standing up from the piece of equipment he had been working at and started to wipe it down as he clarified in words that he knew you’d comprehend a little easier,

“In other words, I don’t enjoy being a vampire.”

Well if he had just said that the first time around. Rolling your eyes before you could help it, you walked further into the room and just like a curious feline, you reached out to experimentally poke at one of pieces of weight lifting equipment. Some of these contraptions looked like they could eat you whole.....Kinda like Jungkook. Speaking of, his words finally dawning on you, you quickly turned to him and asked in genuine shock,

“Wait----You don’t like being a vampire???”

Not being able to hold back a soft snort of amusement, the male set down the cleaning supplies he had just been using to wipe down the piece of equipment before taking a seat on the padded floor itself. Sitting with his legs crossed in an indian style, you decided to follow suit and plopped down across from him so that you could see him in case he tried to pull any funny business.

“No. In fact, I quite despise it. Being a vampire has meant giving up a lot of things that I used to love doing when I was human. Like exercising. And food? I absolutely loved food and even enjoyed cooking in the kitchen. Now? It all tastes like damp cardboard. And something that should taste like disgusting copper now tastes like liquid paradise. Worst about that? I don’t have much of a choice. Granted, there’s different types of blood but.....in the end.....it’s all the same.”

Dang. You weren’t expecting him to be so.....open about it. Was this seriously the first time you’ve had a real conversation with him since he kidnapped you? Come to think of it.....You really hadn’t given him the time of day because you were still ticked at him. However, seeing him sitting here now as he shared some of his history with you, things felt different. He flashed you a warm smile before looking around the room and adding casually,

“Exercising was something I had quickly became addicted to in my younger years as a teenager. In fact, I was supposed to go to college for physical therapy but that never happened. There’s just something really rewarding about treating your body right, you know? Something empowering about being able to pump your body and strengthen it more and more with every passing day you hit those weights.”

He paused long enough to look you in the eye with his majestic red ones and added softly,

“I refuse to let my undead genetics take that happiness away from me.”

Wow......You were pretty sure your mouth was hanging open by the hinges as you stared at him in utter amazement. This had to be the most sincere and, dare you say, vulnerable you’ve ever seen the vampire since being brought here. Had he just seriously opened himself up like a book for you to read? You felt kind of bad now for making such a snarky comment earlier. The guilt must have shown on your face as he smiled a little wider and added,

“Please, do not feel bad. I used to let it bother me but I no longer do. No amount of sulking will change what I am. There’s no magic potion or incantation that can reverse what I’ve become. What’s done is done and I must make the most of it and keep moving forward. Speaking of----”

You watched him while still in a daze as he stood up and dusted off his bum and knees. That seemed to be enough to snap you back to reality and you as well got off the floor only to eye him curiously. You were getting used to his smiles as they often revealed his slightly longer than normal canines. And now that you knew what he was, he didn’t bother to wear his brown contact lenses around you; red eyes on full display.

“What would you like for dinner tonight? I was thinking of cooking something for you since I indeed do miss it. Being in the kitchen and all.”

5 MORE WEEKS LATER....

If anything, you were only growing more and more comfortable with your new way of living. In fact, after getting over your pride, you allowed Jungkook to show you around the exercise room and even let him show you how to use each piece of equipment. Truth be told, getting a gym membership had always been something you wanted to do but could never seem to find the time or the money. Now it was like you had your own personal trainer with your own personal gym and it was all free.

Jungkook wasn’t all bad despite the fact that he had kidnapped you and was holding you captive. Despite being a vampire with his long canines, his red eyes, and his love for blood spiked wines, he wasn’t any less human than yourself. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved to work in the kitchen. The guy was an amazing cook! Meals that you would have normally paid an arm and a leg for, you got for free because Jungkook made it for you.

The guy worked a normal day job, cooked, did yard work, had hobbies. The only reason he didn’t clean around the house was because you had insisted that you needed something to do while he was gone during the day. Not to mention you felt absolutely terrible now. As in you felt like a Grade A Moocher. It was hard to remember that you were technically being held here against your will when you were living such a high life.

You had just finished up cleaning your personal bathroom and was putting the cleaning caddy away in the storage closet located in the hallway when you heard the front door open. What you weren’t expecting was to hear high pitched squeaking sounds filling the bottom floor of the house along with a very panicked sounding vampire.

“Yah yah. Shush. You’re supposed to be a surprise!”

Curiosity getting the better of you, your feet quickly guided you to the top of the stairs only to see a very flustered looking Jungkook trying to keep a squirming----

“Puppy!! Oh my god!! Look how cute!!”

Yes. In the vampire’s arms was a very excited looking puppy. It’s coat white as snow. Couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old because you could tell it had just opened it’s eyes and it’s paws were still very fleshy and pink-like. Along with that, the ears looked like cute little flaps on the top of it’s head. Not even listening to Jungkook telling you to be careful about going down the stairs so fast, you quickly reached the bottom and nearly ran into him in your haste to get your greedy hands on the cute little fluff ball.

“Oh my gosh!----Gender? Name? Breed? Details, Kook. I need details. Oh my goodness you’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you!?”

The male couldn’t help but smile fondly with amusement sparkling in his ruby red eyes. Honestly, he had been on the fence about doing this. Getting you a pet. However, seeing the look on your face and how you lit up like the brightest star, he knew he had made the right decision. It was no secret to him that you felt lonely and cut off from the world because that’s exactly what he had done to you. He cut you off from having any other human interactions. Despite how good you had it here, he knew this was no way for you to live.

The guilt had ate away at him and he knew he needed to do something to give himself peace of mind. Otherwise, he was just going to sit in that stupid study of his reading through books trying to find answers and only causing himself more grief knowing what he was doing to you. Honestly, that’s why he always went the extra mile to make you happy. Whether it be fixing your favorites for dinner or buying anything you wanted online and throwing in express shipping. It was a constant tug of war in his mind and in his heart.

“It’s a boy and he’s a pure bred Korean Jindo. I felt he would be the best for you because jindos are extremely loyal and smart. They’re Korea’s hunting dog after all. I figured he could keep you company and look after you while I’m away during the day at work.”

Hearing all of this, it clicked in your mind what he was actually saying and you couldn’t help but ignore the puppy trying to lick your face as you gave your full attention to Jungkook; surprise and shock written all over your face. Not even registering the fact that you were being smothered in wet puppy kisses all over your cheek, you asked in genuine surprise,

“You mean.......he’s mine? You mean....you got him for me?”

Jungkook couldn’t decide if your surprise amused him or broke his heart. Your shock was so pure and genuine. There wasn’t a trace of bitterness or sarcasm in your voice either. He could see it in your eyes and hear it in the change of your heart beat. You were touched by his gesture and perhaps that was something comforting rather than something sad. Smiling and nodding, suddenly feeling a bit timid, he replied in a small and shy voice,

“Yes. He’s yours. That’s why I haven’t picked out a name for him yet. You’re his mother now so you should be the one to name him.”

Touched. You were absolutely positively touched by this huge gesture of his. Taking it all in, you realized this was the first thing that Jungkook’s done for you without you having to ask for it. Sure he had made you meals but not before asking what you wanted to eat. But this......Gosh this was on a whole other level. Staring down at the precious little canine as he let out an adorable yawn and a squeak to go along with it, you knew the perfect name for him.

“Hajun. His name is Hajun.”

You looked up from the pup who was making himself comfortable being cradled in your arms and saw the odd look on the vampire’s face. It was a look you had never seen before. He looked....so happy and at peace? Perhaps there was even.....love in his eyes? No---Maybe it was just fondness? Gah you didn’t know. And just like that, it was gone. Clearing his throat, said vampire put on his usual dazzling smile and offered casually,

“Why don’t I start dinner and then while it’s cooking, we can hang in the kitchen and look up some stuff for him, hmm? He’s going to need a lot of stuff. Like a dog bed, food and water bowl, some toys. And if we want to start him out on puppy pads, we’ll need some of those too.”

“Okay! That sounds awesome!”

You had spoken in an excited whisper as you didn’t want to disturb the cute little pup still trying to nap in your arms. Gosh he was so precious and small. Well to you he was. He’d occasionally let out a tiny squeaky whine and you just wanted to coo out loud over how adorable it sounded. Gosh were you getting baby fever or something? Then again......Jungkook had said himself that you were this little guy’s mother. Not even thinking anything of it, you said out loud in a casual tone,

“We’re gonna co-parent, right? I’m his mother but you’re his father, yeah?”

Dear god he nearly dropped the jar of pasta sauce he had been holding. Did you have any idea what you did to him just now??? His heart hadn’t moved within his chest for years but it seemed like you were doing your hardest to make that change. Thank goodness you were still in the foyer and he was in the kitchen so that you couldn’t see what an emotional mess he was. Composing himself, he replied back casually,

“Of course. It would be my honor to be his father. We’ll make the best puppy parents.”

Okay his voice cracked a bit there and went up an octave but hopefully it didn’t seem out of the ordinary to you. Jungkook was a freaking vampire. Nothing was supposed to make him sweat but boy were you pushing it. He really really needed to find some answers or the mystery that was you was going to be what drove him to insanity. If only you knew the things you did to him by merely existing. He was beginning to think those dusty old books in his library weren’t going to tell him squat and that irked him.

And yet it gave him the best excuse to keep you here. Close to him.

While the pasta boiled and the sauce was simmering, you had since plopped yourself into one of the chairs at the dining table that shared an open space with the kitchen itself. So it was like the dining area and kitchen were all one room, really. Which you kind of liked for when you wanted a second helping of Kook’s amazing cooking. Kook the Cook as you had once called him. You’d never forget the way he had cutely scrunched up his nose, acting as if he didn’t totally love it.

After picking out an adorable bed along with a set of water and food bowls that had cute sayings on them, it seemed super easy from there on out to pick out the rest of the items that Hajun would need. Speaking of, the little pupper was currently wobbling all over the table as he was just learning how to walk. The sight was so precious but you also wanted to focus, so Jungkook offered to watch the little guy and make sure he didn’t fall overboard while you picked out what you wanted.

“Okay. I think I got everything I want for him. Gosh he’s going to love his bed!! And the bowls are so cute!! ‘I woof it down’, how adorable!!”

The vampire couldn’t help but snicker in amusement as he had since then been gently bouncing the puppy in his arms while you practically had spasms over every little thing you bought for the fur ball. He wasn’t sure who was more cute, you or Hajun. With a chuckle, he offered the pup to you so that he could take the laptop and put in his billing and shipping information. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you gently rubbing your nose against Hajun’s as the canine tried to lick your lips in pure innocent joy.

He had definitely made the right decision.

“Okay. Everything’s ordered and will be here in two days. I’m gonna finish dinner but I’ve got another surprise where that’s concerned so shoo shoo. Out of my kitchen. Go give Hajun a tour of the house.”

4 MONTHS AFTER YOUR KIDNAPPING....

“W-What?”

You sat there in shock as you heard the words fall from Jungkook’s mouth. The two of you were in his study. The first time you had ever been allowed in the room. You had just finished lunch and took Hajun for a walk around the estate (yes Jungkook had even let you out of the house!) when the vampire had called you front the sliding back door and requested that you join him for a conversation. You hadn’t thought anything of it......till now.

He looked so sad, too. Although he was trying his best to conceal it. You’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s trying to put on a brave face and right now he was failing miserably. As if it caused him physical pain, he cleared his throat and said once again,

“You are free to go. I am a man of my word and I told you that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go.”

This didn’t feel right. None of this felt right. No......No no no no no no no no. You refused to believe this was happening. There was this uncomfortable feeling in your mouth like you wanted to puke. You felt weak and shaky and apparently it must have been pretty obvious because the vampire himself looked at you with worry more than sadness.

“Please, little human, say something.”

“I----I don’t understand. I----I don’t know how to feel right now. I----We----You---”

Letting out a groan of frustration, you were happy to see that he was giving you your time to get your thoughts together so that you could continue. It just didn’t make any sense. In fact, he had never even told you why he was looking for answers or what answers he thought he was going to find. He had kept you completely out of the loop and now he was just going to let you go? After you had time to......to.......

Get attached.

“What did you find? You’ve not told me anything about these answers you’re looking for that you’ve suddenly found. Don’t I get to know too before you just throw me out? And what about Hajun? He needs both of us. Both his parents.”

There you go again. Warming and breaking his heart all at the same time. He was beginning to think you had some magical abilities of your own. Trying his best not to anger you any further than you already were, he offered an apologetic smile before speaking softly in that soothing voice you had become so accustomed to hearing.

“My sweet little human. My precious flower. I am sorry to have upset you. I figured you’d be happy to finally be free. You can go out and live in the world again just as you had done before. You of course will be taking Hajun with you. I would never keep you two apart.”

Well now you were just ticked to the point of tears. Your eyes burned as the salt water welled up around them. Jaw tightened as you tried to control your breathing through your nose. To say you were upset would be an understatement. Throwing your hands on the arm rests of the chair you were sitting in, you suddenly shouted,

“I don’t want to leave, you idiot! I love you!”

Well dang. It seemed neither one of you expected that to be what came flying out of your mouth. Well.....you had known quite some time ago that you didn’t want to leave. Granted it had taken some time to come to terms with but you eventually did it. However, you hadn’t dared tell the vampire such news because.....well......you didn’t really know why you hadn’t told him.

You had just told him you loved him. Jungkook stared at you for what felt like an eternity when it was really only a couple minutes. It was hard for you to read his face as his expression was fairly blank save for the surprise in his eyes. Despite how mysterious he tried to be, his eyes really were like windows to his soul. Perhaps he had even been that way when he was human.

“You......You love me.....”

“Ye---Yes. I do. Don’t ask me why right now but yes. I love you, Jerkface. And you better tell me you love me back or I’m gonna have Hajunnie chew your balls clean off.”

Of course this caused the male to bust out laughing as his face instantly scrunched up in that adorable way that you had become so used to seeing. His eyes squinted shut and his nose did that cute scrunch and dear god those cute bunny teeth of his. He ended up throwing himself back into his chair as his laughter rang through the room.

Seeing him happy made you happy. And perhaps that’s when you realized you were falling in love with Jungkook the Dorky Vampire. Kook the Cook. Hajun’s father. Perhaps you finally understood why people in love always claimed that their significant other was their everything.

Jungkook was your everything.

Wanting to wipe that smile off his face, you smirked and practically snuck up on him as you suddenly made yourself at home in his lap; straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. This immediately quieted him as his head that had been thrown back in laughter was quickly snapping back up to see what you were doing. This was the closest you had ever been to him physically and now that you were, you didn’t realize how vibrant his red eyes really were.

“What do you think you’re doing, flower?”

“Want to know why I picked Hajun for a name?”

He hadn’t expected you to reply to his question with a question of your own. It seemed kind of random to him. The conversation had been about the two of you, not the fluffy little son the both of you shared. However, now curiosity was getting the better of him, so with a nod of his head, you grinned and said casually,

“Ha can mean summer, great, and grand. Since it was summer at the time, I though that would be appropriate. However, Jun means approve and permit. Meaning.....”

He was still trying to figure out where you were going with this little explanation and how it related to the two of you when your mischievous grin turned into a warm smile filled with love and soft eyes to match. If his heart could beat, it would have pounded right out of his chest. Feeling your fingers lightly caressing his cheek, you finally said,

“Meaning I accept this. I accept you. I approve of you and I am officially permitting you to keep me captive permanently.....Because you’ve managed to successfully hold my heart captive for a while now and I don’t want you to set it free.”

Dreaming. This has to be a dream. Jungkook was going to wake up any minute now and discover this was all some wonderful dream that was going to haunt him for the rest of his days. But he sat there in his desk chair blinking and blinking. Nope. You were still there; sitting in his lap and straddling him looking absolutely gorgeous in your over sized t-shirt and sweats. Just like him. You two had become quite the peas in a pod it would seem.

“May I kiss you?”

“Jungkook, I just told you I loved you in two different ways. If you don’t kiss me I’m going to be very insulted and you’ll be sleeping in Hajun’s bed and Hajun will be sleeping with me.”

Speaking of, their precious pupper had grown quite a lot in such a short amount of time. Jindos were meant to grow into pretty decent sized dogs so you had been enjoying your time with him while he was still a small little thing as much as you could. He wasn’t going to be tiny for long, that’s for sure. You guys were going to have to buy him a larger bed before you knew it. It was then that a soft pair of cold lips pressed gently against your own.

Your first kiss with the vampire was magical. Despite the coolness of his lips, they really were soft. Softer than you expected coming from someone who was supposed to be dead. You could tell he was nervous and uncertain so you helped him along and tilted your head a bit so that you could deepen the kiss. Part of you wondered if he had ever kissed a girl before. Or kissed anyone for that matter.

That little push appeared to do the trick because he was growing bolder by bringing you closer in his lap so that your hips were pressed firmly against his own. His confidence seemed to only grow as he used a hand to gently cradle the back of your head so that he could better take control of the situation and you gladly gave him that control. Mewling into his mouth when he suddenly trapped your bottom lip between his teeth, you couldn’t help but grip his shoulders a little tighter.

Then.....something happened. Something that you definitely weren’t expecting after kissing your vampire captor turned crush turned lover. It was like hearing steam rolling from a humidifier or something. Opening your eyes and pulling away, you looked at Jungkook to see him slowly opening his eyes as well. The sight shocked you both speechless and wide eyed.

Indeed, steam was literally seeping out of the vampire’s body. Up and up the steam poured till it eventually started to form a shape just a few paces away from where you both sat at the desk. Suspended in midair was a foggy, smokey looking bat as it gently flapped it’s wispy wings. You watched with a hanging jaw as the bundle of smoke flapped it’s wings one last time before flying out the open window. Open to let the approaching autumn breeze in.

“What the----”

Looking back at the male, you gasped at what you saw. Eyes no longer red stared on at the window in shock and confusion but with a sparkle to them. Skin that was once porcelain now a beautiful shade of tan. Not too dark. Just the right amount. As if he had just gotten a good dose of sun. And the warmth. He was warm. It was as if.......As if......

Jungkook was human again.

Without even thinking to ask for permission first, or to at least say something to the poor man, you quickly lifted up his shirt just enough to place a hand on his chest where his heart should be. Sure enough, you could feel a beat. It was a bit rapid but that was to be expected. This had to be just as much of a shock to him as it was to you. If not more. Letting out a squeal of excitement, you suddenly tore your hand from under his shirt only to take his shoulders and shake them with pure joy.

“Jungkook!! You’re not a vampire anymore!!”

Meanwhile, the poor man had been stuck like a broken record as he tried to process what the heck just happened. So it was true??? What he had been researching for----hoping for-----wishing for----It was real! The whole reason he had called you into his study. He had found the answer he was looking for but he realized that once he found it......

Gently taking your hands off his shoulders so that he could gingerly hold them in his own, he couldn’t get over how perfectly your fingers entwined with his. Your small hands were made for his larger ones. Waiting for you to calm down, he gave you a warm and loving smile. You were practically glowing with happiness and for the first time in quite a long time, he felt his heart fluttering in his chest.

“My precious flower. My beautiful purple rose. I have a confession to make.”

Uh oh.....

“I kind of already knew that if you were to kiss me.....it would break my curse.”

Not giving you time to say anything, he quickly added on in explanation; knowing you’d react a little better once you understood what he meant.

“The answers I’ve been searching for all this time.....it was you. It was always to do with you because you were the one who could set me free. I just simply had to be sure. It is said that a real love’s kiss can reverse the transformation of a vampire. Therefore, the kiss does not work on purebred vampires. But since I was turned.....”

Taking a quick pause for breath that he normally didn’t need to worry about, he went on to explain himself further.

“However, I said I was a man of my word. The deal was that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go. Of course, there was a part of me that wanted to trick you into kissing me. I’ve been desperate to be free of this curse for years. Decades. Centuries. But I realized......”

He gave you a warm and soft smile; eyes full of apology and yet love.

“I couldn’t do it. Because I’ve fallen so hard for you, my flower. And when you love someone, you put them before yourself. You think of them and their happiness before your own. So I knew what I had to do. I had to let you go. Because it was what you wanted. My love for you is stronger than my desire to be free.”

That definitely was not what you were expecting to hear when he said he had a confession to make. You sat there on his lap with your eyes frozen open and your mouth hanging in shock. However, you managed to blink once, twice and finally snapped out of it before saying in a breathless whisper,

“You......You really love me too?”

“Of course. How could I not? You’re strong, courageous, sweet, caring, funny. Seeing you with Hajun when I get home from work makes me want to put a ring on your finger so badly every time I walk in through that bloody front door. I started fantasizing about what it’d be like to take you out on the town or take you on a vacation with me. I want it all with you, my darling. If you’ll still have me....”

Was that even a question at this point??? Rather than responding with words, you responded with action. You were done talking for a bit. All you wanted now was some time to finally be able to openly and freely love on this man. The irony of it all still baffled you but that was something to be dealt with later. Right now, you just simply wanted him. All. Of. Him.

That was how Jungkook suddenly found his head being yanked up by the roots of his hair and his mouth suddenly being smothered by your own in a heated kiss. You really knew how to take his breath away, huh? Despite his slight delayed reaction, the man’s brain finally kick-started and his hands found purchase on your hips once more. Guess you were gonna have him after all. Good to know. You broke the kiss long enough to mumble,

“Take me to bed, Jungkook. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Just like that, the male grabbed a firm hold of you and lifted the both of you out of the desk chair. Blindly kicking it somewhere behind him so that he wouldn’t risk tripping, he got a better grip on you and started to carry you out of his study. He knew just where to take you. Meanwhile, you were going to town on his poor neck. Biting, sucking, and licking; turning his neck into a map of the galaxy itself. It was going to take a lot of makeup to look decent for work tomorrow. Deep down, he didn’t mind it one bit.

Swinging the door to his bedroom open, the young man wasted no time in playfully tossing you onto his king sized bed. Yes. His bed. And lord did you look perfect there laying on it all sprawled out with your hair fanning every which direction. Dare he say, your lips looked a bit red and swollen. Probably from assaulting his neck just a minute ago. Looking like a predator as he crawled up after you, he sounded more like a child as he said with a whine,

“Pleeeeaaassssse can I put a ring on your finger??? Pretty please? What is it you humans used to say? ‘With a cherry on top’. That’s it, right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter as you stared up at the practical man-child hovering above you. His muscular frame didn’t match his baby boy pout and puppy eyes at all. Reaching up and playfully tapping at his nose, you said soothingly but perhaps a little teasingly,

“Kookie, we only just discovered that we love each other all of two minutes ago. Wouldn’t it be too soon? Shouldn’t we see if this whole couple thing will work out first? And for the record, you’re a human now too.”

Hmm. Even after all this time, you were still the tough cookie to crumble it would seem. Well......Jungkook would just have to fix that, wouldn’t he? Suddenly smirking, the male was quick and sly as he suddenly trapped that finger of yours between his teeth. The suddenness of the whole thing caused a soft gasp to leave your lips. What you witnessed next made your core clench around nothing.

His sharp onyx orbs never leaving your own, he slowly began to suck on the digit that he had successfully captured between his teeth. Gone was the whiny man-child and in it’s place hovered a man hungry for something. Hungry for you. The predator was back and that left you stuck being the prey. Couldn’t say you minded, though. It was then that a sudden idea popped into your head and it was your turn to smirk.

“Okay, big boy. Let’s make a wager. You give me a mind blowing orgasm and I’ll marry you. How about that?”

“Deal.”

With the challenge accepted, Jungkook knew exactly how he wanted this to play out and if everything went according to plan, you’d be Mrs. Jeon before the night was over and it wasn’t even dinner time yet. He always did believe that life was too short and that one should enjoy dessert first....

Climbing off of you, he nearly skipped like a happy child as he went towards his walk-in closet. Swinging one of the doors open, he closely inspected his collection of suit ties and grabbed a silky violet one and a midnight black one. This was going to be so freaking fun for him! It had been too long since he was sexually active and now that he found what he believed to be the woman of his dreams, this moment had been long overdue for him. He could only hope you would enjoy it to. After all, that was the whole point of this bet.

Although you both knew that despite the playful nature you were both exuding on the surface, this moment held a lot more meaning underneath. Behind every teasing look or gesture, there was love. Sure this would be sexy as hell, but this was also about love making. He wanted to show you just how much he truly had fallen for you and that he was serious as a heart attack when he said he wanted to wife you up. With both ties in hand, he slowly made his way back to you while speaking in a tone of explanation,

“The human body holds five basic senses. Touch, sound, sight, taste, and smell. You, on the other hand, will only have three by the time I’m done with you. So....I need to ask.....”

Dear god your body was already heating up with excitement and your core ached something awful. You could feel it physically throbbing and couldn’t stop your thighs from clamping and rubbing together. He couldn’t just spat stuff out like that and then leave you hanging. With a shaky nod of your head, his eyes and smile softened a bit as he asked with sincerity and seriousness,

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course. With my everything.”

It wasn’t even a question for you, really. Granted, a few months ago you would have told him ‘hell no’. But things were different now. Despite his illegal methods, Jungkook was a wonderful man. A man that any woman would be crazy to turn down. Kind of made you rethink your initial refusal to marry him. However, you were torn out of your thoughts when the young male smiled in relief and spoke softly,

“Good. Because you can. You can always trust me. I promise you that.”

With another nod of your approval, the male flashes you a charming smile before getting to work on his plan that would ensure him victory. Climbing onto the bed once more, he was perched on his knees while setting the violet tie down next to you and lifting the black one up in front of himself. That smile turning into a smirk, he began explaining in a casual yet suggestive tone,

“It’s been proven that when one of the five senses gets cut off, that brain power used to control that sense gets put to use on the other remaining senses. So.....If I were to just do something like this.....”

And that was when you suddenly found yourself shrouded in darkness. You heard him softly and sweetly ask you to turn your head so that he could tie the blindfold and dear god you were in so much trouble. Perhaps you should have either been more specific with your bet or not placed the bet at all. This wasn’t gonna end well for you.....Well......depending on how one wanted to look at it. Swallowing hard, you asked in sudden curiosity,

“Now what?”

“Next, I’m going to tie your hands above your head to the headboard. But don’t worry, my love. None of the restraints are going to leave a mark unless you fight them enough.”

Wow, he was right. No longer having your eyesight made all your other senses increase. Especially your sense of hearing because you were having to rely on that more than anything else at the moment. In fact, you hadn’t realized how hard you were breathing till you heard it with your own ears. Before you knew it, Jungkook had successfully taken the remaining silk tie and had your hands secured above your head. Just like he wanted.

Laying there, you played through in your head the five senses again. He said you’d be left with only three by the time he was done. He had cut off your sense of sight so that left you with touch, smell, sound, and taste. You had been so lost in thought and calculating that you hadn’t heard the male get up from the bed till he was climbing back on once more. And even then you only knew this because you could feel the bed dip and heard him approaching.

“This is where you need to trust me, okay? In my hands are ear plugs. If the idea makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me now. Okay, my flower?”

“I can take it. I can handle it. Please just touch me already. I can’t wait much longer.”

It’s true. You were literally squirming under him as he had you straddled between his legs. This was so freaking hot and sexy! Never before have you thought of implementing bondage in the form of losing your hearing. Sure the blindfold was a classic but hearing!? Genius! Or maybe your sex life had just been that bland and vanilla??? Either way. You were officially throwing in the towel. Bet or no bet, you wanted this. You needed this.

His dark chuckles soon became muffled as you felt him carefully inserting the ear plugs one at a time. Oh god. Oh god. You could feel your breathing increase and you’re pretty sure your panties were absolutely soaked. Even just feeling him shift on the bed had you gasping in surprise; amazed at how much your sense of touch had increased from losing both your sight and your hearing.

The five human senses really were incredible, huh?

Now that he had you all sorted and ready to go, the sight was unbelievably delicious. Oh yes. His first real ‘meal’ after being human again. He couldn’t imagine it any other way. Dessert really should always be eaten first. Subconsciously licking his lips that had suddenly became quite dry, he moved into action while still admiring your beautiful form.

Your poor chest was heaving as you adjusted to the changes in your senses. It was plain to see you had never done something quite as adventurous before. Good. This would only help his chances of winning the bet. Of course it was just a bet but......Jungkook was competitive by nature and so it was only natural for him to want to win. But having you here and having you say you loved him......He had already won the best prize of all.

Not wanting to shock you too much, he gently rested his hands on your hips and slowly rubbed at the skin there in what he hoped to be soothing motions. He would have told you to try and relax but he knew you wouldn’t hear him. Or at least you wouldn’t hear him well enough to know what he was saying. Instead, he tried to ease you up by massaging your hips, already feeling you relax a little bit. Good. Now maybe he could enjoy this without worrying if you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen to your brain.

First off, he had to get you out of some of these clothes. They were all in his way and that was just unacceptable. With a soft huff through his nose, he began by lifting your shirt so that it was bunched up just over the swell of your breasts. Had he still been a vampire, he probably could have just ripped the thing right down the middle but those days were over. Thank goodness. Reaching underneath you, he worked on unclasping your bra and was thankful to see you acting on instinct and arching your back for him to make things easier.

Shoving the offensive contraption out of his way, he eagerly leaned forward to capture your left bud in his mouth. You should have expected it. You really should have. But judging from the way your body was instantly arching and the audible gasp that left your lips told him otherwise. Or perhaps you were finally realizing just how strong your sense of touch had become. Yes. He had you. Hook, line, and sinker.

While his mouth busied himself with your left breast, his one hand made itself acquainted with your right breast, tweaking and teasing your sensitive nub. Meanwhile, he was using his other hand to help keep himself balanced so that he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. The guy was pure muscle, after all. Your moans quickly filled the room and that was when another idea struck him. Gosh you made his mind think such filthy things, didn’t you? This was all your fault. He was certain of it.

Not quite finished enjoying the swell of your bosom, he allowed himself a few more minutes of suckling and nibbling at your nipples. He wanted them nice and red and perky. Gosh where was his cell phone when he needed it??? A camera. He needed pictures. Meanwhile, he could feel you squirming under his lips and whining loudly in his ear. Then again, you probably didn’t even know how loud you were being with those ear plugs in.

Having his fill of your beasts and pleased with how much it affected you, he moved on to the next phase of his plan and where his latest idea had sprouted from. Carefully moving down your body, he was relieved to see you calming down already. So sensitive. He loved it. Now down towards the end of the bed, he began working on getting your sweatpants off along with your panties. Yet again, you knew to help him by lifting your hips and in a flash, your bottom half was completely naked.

Tossing your sweatpants somewhere to the side, his main focus was on your panties that he held in front of him. God you smelled amazing. Not being able to resist the temptation of it all, he eagerly pressed the dampen cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dessert would be oh-so sweet. Yes it would. Without another second wasted, the male crawled back up your body with panties in hand before he carefully eased your mouth open.

Bloody hell what was this man up to??? Your mind reeled with possibilities as you laid there with absolutely no eyesight and no way of hearing anything. Every time you thought you could catch your breath, he’d find some way to snatch it right from your lungs. You’d had your nipples played with before but what he just did there was on a whole other level. His mouth was magical. You were convinced. But then he was going and prying your own mouth open. Jungkook. Always full of surprises.

The next thing you knew, something soft and damp was being stuffed into your mouth. What the----were those your panties!!?!? Oh good lord!! You didn’t know if you wanted to be completely mortified, absolutely furious, or totally turned on right now. Apparently Jungkook wasn’t going to give you time to decide because not a minute later, he was back down at your feet and it was like a shock wave had been sent straight through your body. From the tips of your toes, all the way to the crown of your head and everywhere in between.

Jungkook’s tongue.

Jeon Frickin’ Jungkook was going to eat you out.

You were so done for.

Muffled moans and loud slurping soon filled the bedroom as you instantly tried to struggle against your bounds above your head. Again, this wasn’t your first rodeo but, Jungkook was making it seem that way. Gosh what were you? A virgin??? No. You knew exactly what it was. You were too gosh darn sensitive. That’s what it was. It was like having your vibrator set to the highest right off the bat. You couldn’t control your body as you tried to squirm away. Too sensitive. Too sensitive! Yet it felt so so good.

Meanwhile, the male was having a feast all the while trying to keep you still. Your hips had bucked almost violently into his face and that’s when he knew he needed to hold you down with some force to it. Keeping your hips locked down in place, he threw your legs over his shoulders and got into a better and more comfortable position so he could enjoy his meal a little better. God you tasted like heaven. The most sinful kind.

Attaching his lips to your swollen, aching clit, he risked taking a hand off your hip so that he could ease a single digit into your fluttering core. The muffled moan that came from you could have meant two things. You either liked it or it brought some discomfort. Making sure he coated his finger with your natural juices, he tried once more and......there it was. Much better. Those were the moans he wanted to hear you make.

If this was how things were gonna go down, you weren’t going to last very long at all. Nope. Your walls were already trying to suck his single finger in with everything you had. Subconsciously, you tugged and pulled at the silk tie still wrapped around your wrists. Was it just you or did it feel like they were getting tighter? Eh. Your senses were so effed up and turned around now, you didn’t even know. Why were you even thinking about that in the first place. Your soon-to-be husband was giving you the treat of a lifetime here.

In between sucking on your clit, he teasingly drew circles and figure eights over the poor abused bundle of nerves. But he didn’t want to stop there. No. Oh no. He needed to stretch you out before moving forward with his plan. With that thought in mind, he carefully entered another finger into your sopping core and heard you let out another moan. He could feel your hips twitching and trying to buck against his hold but he remained firm in his resolution.

Adding a third finger had you feeling deliciously full and made your walls clench around all three digits as Jungkook worked you to heaven and back. Unlike your own, his fingers were able to reach spots deep inside you that you could only dream of. More specifically your sweet spot. Although your sight had been cut off due to the blindfold, that didn’t stop the stars from bursting behind your eyes and the moan from drowning in your throat. He was ruthless.

Fingers moving faster and lips sucking your clit raw, Jungkook’s face was almost completely covered in your juices as he had his way with you. Almost there. He could feel it in the way that your walls were trying to squeeze off the circulation to his fingertips. He wouldn’t be a bit surprised if you squirted. Seriously. You were soaking him and the bed both. He couldn’t help but internally grin at the mental image of your mortified face.

Just before you could tip over the edge, everything stopped. Fingers were gone as was his mouth. You were about to raise holy hell when suddenly your panties that were soaked in not only your juices, but your saliva as well had been pulled out from your mouth. Good. Because despite your slightly aching jaw, you weren’t going to let this slide. Still blind as a bat and not giving a flying leap if you could hear or not, you started shouting,

“Jeon Jungkook!! You better get back down there before I----”

“Yah! Relax!”

He then quickly but carefully took out the ear plugs and untied the silk tie from your eyes. Thanking the stars that it had started to turn a bit cloudy out, you eased your eyes open only to stare up at a smiling Jungkook. Ugh. Look at that stupid smile on his face. All pleased with himself. Jerkface.

“Give up yet?”

“Absolutely not! You didn’t even let me finish, you jerk! You frickin’ edged me!!”

Laughing with a half fist raised to cover his nose and mouth, his whole body shook with amusement as you just laid there fuming. Even more so, he was so freaking heavy that he had you locked in place underneath him so you couldn’t even try to knee him in the balls or anything. Jerk. Pride and dignity out the window, you whined loudly and tried to wiggle underneath him.

“Koooook. Come oooonnnnnn. Make me cum! Please?! I was so close!”

“Say you’ll marry me first.”

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll marry you! Now gimme that mind blowing orgasm you promised me before I make you sleep outside!”

You should have known you wouldn’t win that bet. You should probably be thinking more smarter about this whole thing. Marriage was a big deal. But so was being kidnapped and held hostage for four months and look where that got you. Maybe things would be okay. The two of you could make it work. You never know till you try, right? What’s life without a little reckless decision making and taking some huge risks?

Speaking of huge.......

“Oh my god, Kook! It’s not going to fit! Stop stop!”

“Will you just relax for one minute???”

Letting out a soft whine of defiance, you watched with eyes filled to the brim in nervousness as the male had tugged both his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one go. He was huge! There was no way he was going to fit. No way! Whimpering, you instinctively tried to move away from him but strong yet careful hands kept you in place. With a soft shush, Jungkook’s voice washed over you in a soothing tone.

“Hey. Hey. Flower. Ease. Ease. You said you trust me, right?”

Not realizing you had shut your eyes, you slowly opened them back up to stare into the soft yet sparkling orbs of your lover. The warm smile on his face instantly calmed your frazzled nerves. You couldn’t help it. You were sensitive. Your body had just about reached it’s high and then it all came to a stop. You were still adjusting to having all five of your senses back and it was just really hard to fathom how his length was going to fit. You hadn’t had sex in forever.

“Ye-Yes. I trust you. I really do. I’m just scared. It’s been awhile.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with being scared. But you can trust me. Okay? I’ll go slow. We’ll take this in baby steps.”

With your nod of approval and official consent to proceed, Jungkook carefully untied your wrists so that he could take both of your hands in his and gently kiss at the slight red marks the silky fabric had left in it’s wake. With that same warm smile of reassurance and love on his face, he instructed in a soft and soothing voice,

“Now, I want you to plant your hands wherever you need to, okay? Try not to worry. I got you. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Okay. Maybe it was a good thing he was trying to wife you up because you’d be absolutely stupid not to marry this guy. Nodding once more, you decided to simply wrap your arms around him with your dull nails already trying to dig into his back as if to brace yourself. When he felt you were comfortable and one hundred percent ready, he slowly eased himself till the tip of his cock was gently prodding your entrance. He had already been at half mast for awhile but there was something about seeing your smaller figure laying there underneath him that had him up to full height in no time.

“Ease, my love. You’re fine. Everything’s alright.”

Swallowing and nodding, you shut your eyes tight as you felt Jungkook slicking up his length with your natural lubrication. Even that alone had you shivering and letting out a feeble moan. This was it. Here we go. Biting your bottom lip hard enough to risk breaking skin and eyes still shut tight, you felt him ease himself further till the head of his cock was gently pushing against your opening. Granted he had managed to stretch you out a bit with his fingers earlier but you were just so wound up and tense. He needed to distract you.

With a plan in mind, the male leaned down and gently started to nibble at your neck; searching for that spot that would help send you to the moon with euphoria and in turn make the perfect distraction for you. An open mouthed kiss here and a gentle suck there. Nudging his nose along the skin of your neck, he reached up and gently tugged on your earlobe before whispering softly,

“Relax, my flower. Just trust me.”

Leaning back down to your neck, he could feel your muscles relaxing a little. Taking this chance while he had it, he used this moment to ease his hips further and sure enough, the tip of his cock breached your entrance. There. The scary part was over as far as he was concerned. But wow! You were so warm and so tight. Okay. Okay. He had to focus. Think of you before himself. Those were his words and he was a man of his word. Vampire or not.

Okay. Okay. You could do this. He was in. He was in and your koochie hadn’t split in two yet. Wow he was so big! Seriously! Had you seriously went so long without having sex that you were suddenly a virgin all over again? Or was he just that big??? You didn’t know but suddenly you felt his teeth bite your neck and a wave of pleasure coursed through you causing your walls to clench around him; making you both moan in union.

Dear god he shouldn’t have done that. Why? Because the way your walls just clenched around him like a boa constrictor had him seeing stars and made his hips twitch just the slightest. Okay. Let’s not do that again just yet. No more biting. Not till he was fully sheathed in you and he could have his way with you. Taking a deep breath himself, he stared down at you and waited for your next nod of approval.

Slowly but surely, he was easing himself in till he bottomed out and the two of you shared a sigh of relief. Jungkook had his forehead pressed against your own as he licked his lips before teasingly licking your own. Bless your heart. You were taking his size like a trooper. He’d make sure to get you whatever ring your heart desired after this was all over. You deserved it and so much more. As he planted sweet and teasing kisses all over your face, you couldn’t help but giggle in bashfulness before saying softly,

“Okay, Kook. You can move. I think I’m good.”

“Very well, my love. You’re doing so well. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Being as careful as if he were handling precious glass, he eased his hips back and watched for any sign of discomfort that might flash across your face before slowly pushing himself back in. God you felt amazing. So warm and tight. He just couldn’t get over the amazing feeling of being inside you like this. Raw with no boundaries. Granted, he was going to have to try and remember to pull out. You were on the pill but that wasn’t guaranteed and he never dreamed that he’d find a mate so condoms weren’t exactly something he had lying around the house.

“Faster. Harder!”

“Oh? You mean like......this?”

He was such a show-off. One minute you were digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt only for him to pry your hands away so that he could quickly rid himself of the offending article of clothing. Once he was completely naked and still sheathed deep inside you, he made just as quick work of your own shirt and bra that was already half off anyway. There. Both of you were completely naked now. Grinning, he said with a deep voice,

“I’ll show you faster. I’ll show you harder. Be careful what you wish for, my love.”

Oh boy----

Suddenly pulling out, he had you flipped over onto your hands and knees in a flash. Were you guys one hundred percent certain there wasn’t still some vampire in his blood? Because dang that happened super fast. You didn’t have time to think on it further because the man in question suddenly stuffed you full of his cock once more; causing you to let out a small cry of pleasure and pain. God he was so big. Seriously. It was a miracle he even fit. Your poor pussy.

If walking wasn’t an option before, it definitely wasn’t going to be now. Jungkook may no longer be a vampire, but that didn’t seem to slow down his super strength any. Your body felt like it was being jerked back and forth at a rapid pace and you’re pretty sure you were going to have finger-shaped imprints on your hips by the time this was all over.

Jeon Jungkook was still a freaking beast, man.

“Ju-un-ko-oo-ook.”

You couldn’t even say a single word without it being broken into thrust-paced syllables as the male dominated you like the animal he had turned into. It was hot as hell. You definitely weren’t complaining. But you would be in the morning. Your hands gripped the bed sheets beneath you with white knuckles as you felt your end quickly approaching again. Trying to get a full sentence out this time, you managed to cry out,

“I’m close!”

“Me too, babe. Me too!”

He knew just how to get you to that mind blowing release he had promised you. With one muscular arm wrapping around your middle, he hoisted you up till you were both on your knees with your back pressed and practically molded against his chest; both of your skin slick with sweat. With his other hand, he quickly reached down and started to furiously rub your clit, causing you to let out another cry of pleasure.

“Oh god! Yes! Just like that! More! More!”

“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Tell me why you deserve it?”

“Because I agreed to marry you, you jerk!!”

Okay he had to admit......You had a good point. You got him with that one. Grinning like an idiot upon hearing you say the words out loud, he decided to treat you to a little reward and while moving his hips a little harder and a little faster, he rubbed and pinched your clit before leaning in and zoning on your neck so he could bite and suck once more.

Hearing your high pitched moan told him he had found the perfect combination to unlock your release. He could feel it in the way that your walls were starting to spasm around his hard length. Dear god please don’t let him cum inside you. As much as he wanted to......it was for your own protection. That is......till the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

“Kook! Cum with me! Cum inside me! Please!”

Well.....if you insisted. Holy lord the two of you better not regret this later. Don’t get him wrong, of course Jungkook would love to have actual children with you. But he still wanted time with you all to himself. Plus he felt like the two of you were getting lots of good practice in by having Hajun around. He was like a low maintenance baby and the male enjoyed that aspect of parenting. He wanted kids. Just not in this moment.

However, your wish was his command and so he finally brought the both of you to your end because as soon as you started constricting around his cock, it was enough to tip him over the edge as he too let out a loud moan and spilled his load; your walls milking him for everything he was worth. Wow. If his release was anything like yours, he was pretty sure he had delivered and then some because he felt like he was on cloud nine right now.

With a few lingering thrusts to help ride out both of your highs, he took a moment to pause and catch his breath. It had been a long time since he needed to worry about oxygen getting to his lungs and his brain. Wow. He forgot what being human was like. Humans were so fragile compared to vampires. Speaking of fragile......

“You okay, my flower? I didn’t break you, did I?”

“Nah, I’m good. But I don’t think my pussy is ever gonna be the same again. Wow.”

He snorted while you giggled. Perhaps it was the amazing sex you just had, but you were incredibly happy right now. You were full but it was of a different nature. Whole. Perhaps that was the better term you were looking for. You felt whole and complete. Sure you were probably going to be sore beyond belief in the morning but you didn’t care at the moment. All that mattered was being here with Jungkook. The man you once despised and now couldn’t imagine your life without.

Easing his softened length out of your poor abused pussy, Jungkook treated you with care once more as he eased the two of you down and under the covers. It was probably dinner time by now but honestly the male just wanted to take a moment and lay here with you. The woman of his dreams. The one who set him free from a terrible curse. You looked so beautiful laying there with your skin glowing and eyes sparkling with life.

“So tell me, what is it that you love about me? Is it my charming good looks? Maybe the muscles?”

You couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl when he propped himself up with one arm and flexed the other in a dramatic fashion; his face scrunching up in that cute manner that you love so much. In fact, you were still so high from your release that you couldn’t stop giggling at his dorky antics. Trying to stay decent, you covered your mouth before shaking your head and replying back in a teasing tone,

“Nope. Those don’t impress me. But you do make a pretty mean devil’s food cake. What frosting was that you used on it the other night?”

“Double fudge.”

“I knew it! A man after my own heart.”

“Looks like I got it, didn’t I?”

The two of you shared identical smiles of warmth and love as the male reached out to gently tuck a couple crazy strands of hair back behind your ear. Yes. He had certainly captured your heart and you were okay with that. Once upon a time? Absolutely not. If someone had told you that you’d be falling in love with a man who drugged and kidnapped you, you would have laughed in their face. But here you were.

“You know......I was never one for funhouses and that one was creepy as hell.......but I think I could get used to staying in this house. It’s super fun”

“Oh my god. You’re such a dork. Get dressed. Dinner will be ready in 30.”

You giggled as he playfully shoved your shoulder. Grinning like an idiot in love, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your lips before rolling out of bed to head to the bathroom so that he could clean himself up real quick before making dinner. It all felt really domestic and that was when you realized......

Maybe you really did want to marry that dork.

And perhaps even have a kid or two.

Speaking of.......

You rolled over and immediately spotted Hajun sitting at the door with a wagging tail and tongue out just panting away in happiness. Your cheeks instantly flushed the heaviest shade of red as you played a staring contest with your fluffy son before saying in a weak and pleading voice,

“Please tell me you just got here.”

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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Into the Night - 7 - END

Prelude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

FIANLE!!!!!

Pairing: Mark x You

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1819

Warnings: none?

“Mark Tuan,” He said like this man was the most famous human on earth. “There is always a price to pay for his help, but if you need to catch all of them by tomorrow night without any hiccups or brushes with death, you go to Mark.”

“Who is he?” You ask, curious about how Youngjae might know of someone in the land of the living.

“The seventh monster…and your only hope.”

The day with Youngjae was the last mellow day you would have for quite some time. It was spent watching movies, listening to music, and occasionally being possessed to play the piano or taste a food Youngjae hadn’t tried in years. While you were happy for the change of pace, you knew that you should have been working instead. Your family had believed that everything was going smoothly here, but you knew it was far from smooth. You had allowed a breakout from the portal, let 5 monsters get away, and you were enjoying a day of relaxation with the 6th. You had to get this taken care of by tomorrow or the monsters would be left on earth for a year to bring whatever havoc they wanted. Right before midnight, when Youngjae would go back to 364 days of solitude, he explained how you had to contact Mark. He helped you set up the summoning circle in the living room and made sure you knew the incantation by heart. He reminded you that he could only be summoned between 10pm and midnight on Halloween. At midnight, Youngjae disappeared, but you knew he was lingering around for a while to watch the big event unfold. You spend the day preparing. You raided the armory in the basement, made sure to put all security measures into place so that Mark couldn’t escape, and you made sure to have your request carefully worded so that no loopholes could be found. That was the only thing about Mark that Youngjae warned you about. He was the king of loopholes and deception. It was his job as a demon after all. Right as the clock struck 10:00 you took a deep breath, lit the black candles, and repeated the incantation 3 times. Suddenly there was a trembling in the room and Mark is standing in front of you now and the first thing you notice is that his smell is overpowering. The cologne invades your senses, but underneath it you can just make out other scents. Fire and blood. You don’t realize what you’re doing until you feel fabric under your fingertips. You’re tugging him forward by his suit jacket before you can stop yourself. His arms slide around your waist, nose brushing yours as he leans in. “How can I help such an eager young hunter?” He asked deeply, his smile making you question everything. “I want to make a deal” You said, still intoxicated by his presence. “And what is it that you want?” He asked, his lips brushing your ear. You understood why Youngjae warned you he was dangerous. “Two things.” You took a deep breath and stepped back from Mark, making sure to clear your head. “I need you to give Youngjae his human life back. He needs to be given the chance to live the human life that was taken from him in his fully restored body. He also needs to be given this restoration in this house, in front of me, so I can make sure there is no funny business. He needs to return to his human form before he was given vampire venom.” Mark nodded and looked over at the other side of the room, you assumed he sensed Youngjae’s presence there. “Two, I need the other monsters that escaped, ALL of them, to be sent back to through the portal before 11:59pm tonight and anything they destroyed in this town needs to be fully restored to how it was before the breach of the portal.” Mark nodded and paced around, thinking about the terms of the agreement. “I can do that, but it will cost you two things.” He stopped in front of you and leaned closely to your face. “One, you will entertain me tonight in a way of my choosing, no questions asked, and you will give me from 10pm to midnight every Halloween for the rest of your life for me to do what I want with you.” “I’ll do it.” You said firmly, forgetting in the moment there was a second thing he would need from you. “Do whatever you want with me tonight.” Mark doesn't need to be told twice. With one hand tangling into your hair, he yanks you forward, his mouth covering yours hungrily. The warmth spreads to consume all of you. You react instinctively and push Mark hard across the room until he hits the wall. He looks positively pleased with the turn of events. "Like it rough, do you?" he enquires, "It's been a long time since I've been with someone so willing to be rough." Mark's grin widens and his eyes turn completely black, sending a thrill of excitement through you. He seizes your upper arms and spins, slamming you into the wall instead. It knocks some wind out of you, Mark taking the rest when he swoops in for another kiss. Almost instantly, your shirt is torn off, your breasts spilling out for him to admire. The tingling sensation travels down to settle between your legs. You gasp at the feeling, your chest heaving as your breath comes out on short pants. Your eyes were raking over Mark's perfectly cut suit that he had yet to remove. You reach for him and the red-haired demon begins to protest. "No, wait, this is Gucci-" You don't stop, tearing his suit jacket off as easily as he ripped your shirt. You pull his white button-up off next, exposing his toned chest and abs. With a growl he yanks you forward into another kiss, this one is all teeth. He bites your bottom lip, sliding one hand into your hair while the other claws at your chest. Mark grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall above your head. His pelvis presses to yours and you can feel the hard outline of his erection through his tailored pants. "How are you feeling now?" he asks, his breath mingling with yours as he draws his face back slightly. "Hot, tight, eager," you list, arching into him. "I need more." He was having such a strong effect on you, it was terrifying. Mark cocks an eyebrow before dropping to his knees, nimble fingers undoing your pants quickly. He yanks them down, chuckling when he sees you aren't wearing underwear. "Forget something, darling?" he teases, helping you slide your pants off one leg. "Don't see the point when I might have to fight," you scoff. Mark chuckles, hands spreading your legs. As you watch with curiosity, he leans in and runs his tongue along your slit, immediately making your knees buckle. Both your hands tangle into Mark's hair and you grip him tightly to keep him in place. Mark sucks your small nub between his lips and you cry out, hips jerking along with his mouth. He draws back, blowing softly on the hot flesh, making you shiver under his touch. He hoists your free leg over his shoulder. "Keep going," you urge. Mark runs his thumb through your folds, spreading the wetness that has gathered there. “Oh babygirl, I’m in charge here. You don’t tell me what to do.” Suddenly he bites deeply into your thigh and he slides a finger inside of you. You clamp down the intrusion, jerking and twitching from both acts. Mark groans as he tastes you, dark eyes opening to glint up at you mischievously. You can feel something building inside, forcing you to move with Mark urgently. You chase the feeling, grinding on Mark's face until... It's like something snaps inside of you. Your senses are overwhelmed as shocks of pure pleasure shoot through every nerve until you're left panting and limp. Mark hums and withdraws, face glistening as he stands once more. The orgasm ripped through you like nothing before. You thought some of the monsters had brought you to your limit of pleasure, but this was a whole new level. "That, babygirl, is only the beginning," he assures you, sliding off his ruined suit jacket and shirt. You step out of your pants completely. "You're not leaving until you show me the rest…are you?” You ask him as he backs away for a moment. “Of course not.” Mark says, unbuckling his belt. A second later he stands before you, naked and smiling. His body is utter perfection, not that you would expect anything else. His cock is thick, jutting out from a carefully groomed patch of dark hair. He drags you into your bedroom and barely crosses the threshold before he throws you across the room and onto the bed. He joined you on the bed in the blink of an eye and he pulls you onto him, straddling his waist and trapping him underneath you. His cock slides along your wetness, setting your body on fire. Your carefully manicured nails were digging into his pale chest, you drag them down, making him arch his back and moan as you leave a trail of deep, red scratches. Mark clutches your thighs and then rolls, flipping you onto your back so that he’s over you. You lift yourself to kiss him, trying to wrestle him onto his back once more. He resists, wanting the upper hand. “I’m in charge baby girl, or do you want the deal to fall through?” His arm slides around your waist, bringing your hips up to meet his. He thrusts his cock through your folds and you moan loudly. Mark grins and slowly presses his cock further into you, filling you inch-by-inch. Your body accepts him hungrily, stretching to accommodate his girth. The stretch only turns you on more. You tense at the sensation, waiting for more. “Bloody hell,” he swears, falling forward and bracing his hand on the bed. “You need to relax a bit or this is going to end much sooner than either of us desire.” Mark slowly withdraws and thrusts back in, stretching you more and rocking your body. You gasp, practically melting into the mattress. You can feel him slide further in, until his entire length is buried in you. This time when he withdraws, you whimper, fingers digging into his arms. He kisses you, beginning a steady pace as he thrusts deeply. Your tongue plunges into his mouth. He tastes like all of your favorite things in one and it is overwhelming in the best way. The bed creaks as you and Mark rock together, heat and electricity shooting through your body each time he thrusts. His skin feels twice as hot as any humans and when he moves harder, your nerves practically explode with pleasure. Mark growls and fucks you hard, forcing your legs around his waist. You're as close as you can possibly be and yet you want to be closer. It’s still not fast enough for your liking, so you flip him onto his back without warning. Mark doesn’t seem to mind this time, smirking up at you as you start to bounce on his lap. There’s a cracking sound and the bed shudders at it hits the floor, the legs breaking under the strength of the movements. Mark grips your hips and thrusts into you roughly. Your hands fall to his chest for leverage, riding him as hard as you can. The demon swears, jerking and convulsing beneath you. “Is this all you’ve got?” you growl. “Since when does a demon play nice?” Mark narrows his eyes and his face switches, and for a brief moment you’re staring at the demon he truly was. You had to admit you liked his human form a bit more than the demon form, but both were breathtaking in their own way. He was terrifyingly beautiful, and that flash of his other side was the first time you had felt scared you might not make it out of this alive. The air is knocked out of you when he springs to his feet suddenly, crossing the room and slamming you into the wall. It cracks, but you barely notice as Mark takes you, hands digging into your thighs. You cling to him tightly, crying out as his cock hits this spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “You question me?” Mark snarls. The wall cracks further and you feel yourself sink into the plaster, body drenched in sweat, scratches, and blood. You start to shake, the burning in your core returning but way more intense. Mark sinks his teeth into your neck just below your ear and that’s all it takes. The waves of pleasure consume you and you scream out his name. His cock pulses within you and something abnormally warm coats your insides, soaking out to cover your thighs. Then everything goes black once again. You drag your eyes open to find you’ve been moved to the broken bed. Mark hovers over you, smiling. “Maybe now you'll think twice before questioning me,” he says, a sharpness to his voice that makes you shudder. “I'll fix the bed and the wall before I go,” he says. “I’ll get you a bed that is sturdier for next year.” He snapped his fingers and everything was almost as it was before. “Now, that is payment for sending everyone back, what was your other request again?” He tapped his chin as he began to mend his suit you tore earlier. “You only have 3 minutes to remind me.” “Youngjae, being human.” You firmly said, knowing damn well Mark knew what you wanted. “Ahh yes…The ghost boy hiding in the corner. Quite a fun spectator that one. That can be arranged,” Mark says. “For a second price. I will restore his life here and leave you and him in peace, but you’ll owe me a favor since there is nothing else I need at this time.” “Deal,” you say. Before your eyes, Youngjae appears in the flesh and runs into your arms. “I CAN TOUCH YOU!!” He was so excited, and much louder in person than he was as a ghost. Something about Youngjae was different from the others and he pulled you in in a softer way than Mark had. You knew you couldn’t leave him like that for all of eternity. Youngjae jumped up and hugged Mark as well, excited for his new freedom. You stand up gently and approach Mark. “The monsters?” “Gone, back into the other world, I also fixed this shitty town and brought everyone they killed back to life. It’s like this never happened.” “You ruin either deal,” your had went to his now flaccid dick, “Next year, I rip this off.” Mark smirks. “Oooh, how naughty,” he purrs, lips brushing yours. “Deal.” His voice echoed in the air as he disappeared and it was just you and Youngjae left in the room to figure out what to do now.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 5 years

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That Boy is a Monster

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought you’d conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy you’d picked out wasn’t so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon

Warnings: dubcon, super dom!woosung, rough sex, a ridiculous amount of cum, degradation, blood drinking, woosung using the OC like a fuckdoll, minor violence, unedited garbage

A/N: I’m back on my werewolf/vampire shit and I blame sammy for it

You haven’t had a taste of alcohol in decades, but, right now, the world was spinning around you like you had just downed a dozen shots of the hardest liquor back to back. Everything was hazy and all your senses were dulled except for the gnawing hunger in the pit of your stomach and the burning smell of spice in your nose as you nuzzled your face into the neck of the boy you were grinding on. You could barely hold yourself back from sinking your teeth into his flesh and getting at the burning blood underneath that was taunting you with the promise of satiating the kind of hunger you hadn’t felt in centuries.

You hadn’t even realized you were that thirsty until you smelled him. Something about him was so intoxicating and dangerous. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but his skin was golden and he smelled of something so earthy and familiar, it made your head swim and your skin prickle.

He easily agreed when you told him that you wanted to take him home, pearly whites gleaming in your hazy vision as he stared you up and down hungrily. Which was just all kinds of wrong, you were the predator here so why did he look like he could just eat you whole? And why the hell did that scare you? An ordinary human like him, no matter how intimidating he looks, is no match for you.

It’s only when you have him in your bed, ready to sink your teeth into him and far too drained to actually fuck him beforehand, that you realize your deadly mistake. He was no ordinary human at all.

“I don’t think so, kitten.” He laughs that laidback laugh of his and shrugs you off.

Even in your weakened state, you still reel from just how easily he’s able to pin you down and tear the clothes right off your body. He breaks no sweat in manhandling you, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up by your ass so he could plant a kiss on your now exposed slit.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck a vampire.” His lips brush against your lower ones and you feel a chill running down your spine as you finally grasp the situation you were in.

That fucker is a werewolf.

“Don’t you dare.” You hiss, and claw at the sheets to try to escape his impossibly strong grip, but it was useless. With your full strength, you’d make a formidable foe, but right now you were as easy as a human to him.

Spreading your cheeks apart with his hands, he pushes his face between your legs and gives out an appreciative hum as his wet tongue swirls in circles around your opening. That’s when you realize, to your absolute horror and disgust, that you’re actually wet for him.

You’ve never fucked a wolf before, never even considered it. They were inferior creatures, ruled by their desires and swayed by the moon. A sophisticated being like yourself had no business dirtying themselves with such savages. But here he was, not only forcing you into it but actually getting your body to react to him.

His oral skills were as unrefined as you would think, his tongue messily prodding into you and his lips slurping up your wetness, but the little moans and groans that keep spilling out of his mouth as he enthusiastically eats you out just make you wetter for him. You can’t fathom how this wolf could have such a visceral effect on you. It’s like he’s infecting you with his animalistic need and forcing you to give into base desires you didn’t think you possessed anymore.

Far from the dullness from a while ago, now everything was just too much. You keep trying to slip from his grasp, to get away from his tongue that was relentlessly flicking across your opening, driving you crazy with the need to just push it inside and fill you up with something, anything.

He gets you so worked up that when finally slides his dick inside you, you can’t hold back the whiny moan he tears from you.

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” He growls, hips moving fluidly as he fucks you, “I knew I could fuck one of you into submission if I tried.”

“I’ll tear you apa--hmph”

You don’t get so finish your threat. He pushes your face into the sheets, shutting you up.

“You’re all so fucking proud, but look at you now, propped up like any other bitch for me to use.”

He adds insult to injury by slapping your ass harshly. You yelp at the first hit, not having expected it, but when he keeps spanking you in order to elicit more screams from you, you resort to biting down on the sheets in order not to give him what he wants. It was bad enough that your pussy was practically sucking him in each time he went to pull back, you didn’t need to moan like a bitch in heat for him too.

But of course that fucker won’t just let you preserve your dignity.

“Oh no, you don’t get to hide from me.” He pulls your body up all the way, pressing your back against his chest with one hand on your lower belly and the other wrapped tightly around your neck. This way there is nothing to muffle your moans except biting down on your tongue hard enough to lose some of the already small amount of blood you had left in your body, and even then, he could hear every little sound you try to keep buried in your throat as he fucks you just like that with a strength only a monster like him could possess. “Come on, moan for me, kitten. I already know you like it. You smell more delicious than a bitch in heat. Moan for me and maybe I’ll let you cum on my dick.”

“Fuck you, you dirty mutt.” Blood sputters from your mouth as you spit the words out.

“Still too proud, huh? You won’t be when I’m done with you.” He slaps you again, this time over your pussy, the sting so unexpected it makes you clench around his dick hard, tearing a harsh growl from his own throat as he cums inside you.

You’ve never seen or felt a wolf cum before, but you’d heard they produced a lot. You’ve always found that fucking disgusting, but nothing could’ve prepared you for just how much he could actually cum. Spurt after the other, he spent his seed inside you in a seemingly never ending stream until it was overflowing and leaking from around his length that was still lodged inside of you.

“Disgusting.” You croak, feeling filthy with his sticky seed dripping from you like this.

Suddenly, you find yourself flipped around on your back as he unceremoniously pushed your legs apart with his knees to ogle at his own cum that was escaping from your pussy. He pushes his fingers inside you then brings them out, his fingers coated with his white seed.

“Fuck.” He groans as he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you. He was practically salivating at the sight, absolutely fascinated by how each time they came out with more of his cum.

“If you’re going to be drooling like a dog, why don’t you put your mouth on me already?” You mutter, impatient and feeling your belly buzzing from need.

The look he gives you as his eyes suddenly flick up towards your face makes you clench around his fingers that had stilled inside of you. He stares at you for a second before he smirks and bends down to flick his tongue across your clit.

You gasp, your back arching and your fingers flying to his hair to tangle themselves in it. He resumes pumping his fingers inside you, coupling it with a surprisingly focused attack on your clit with his tongue, making sure to touch and lick you just right, his superior senses helping him figure out what exactly you like. You guess he calmed down a bit after cumming and now he could focus on how to drive you insane.

You couldn’t look down at him because you knew that he was watching you, and if your eyes were to meet his while he was eating you out so good, you’re afraid he’d enslave your soul forever.

Just when you were starting to feel your pleasure building up from his ministrations, he pulls back and removes his fingers from you, making you let out an embarrassing whine which only pleases the cocky wolf even more. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls your hips down flush against his. He uses his knees to push your thighs apart and leans forward a bit so his hard dick is laying heavy over your needy pussy.

“Fuck, didn’t you cum already?”

“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you, kitten. I don’t know when I’ll have this chance again and I’m not leaving you until I’ve had my fill.”

You shudder at the way his teeth glint as he grins, and you can’t tell how you didn’t figure out he was a wolf earlier. Everything from his flashy outfit to the earthy notes in his scent to the way his fangs protrude just a little bit even in their resting state screams out that he’s a wolf. And now you were paying for your fatal oversight.

He bottoms out inside you once again, but instead of hammering into you like last time, he takes to swiveling his hips around in circles, sliding his dick in and out of you in a way that makes it brush against every last crevice inside of you and bringing his hips in touch with yours so his pubic bone grinds against your aching clit. This position brings him very close to you, specifically his neck to your sharp fangs as he leans his weight down on you. If he were to bend down just a little more, you’d be able to attack him.

Staring down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you purr seductively, “Why don’t you come closer, baby?”

He laughs, “Because you’ll bite my head off if I did?”

“Nuh-uh,” You whine, biting your lip. “Just wanna taste you.”

You wrap your arms and legs around his body and try to pull him down towards you but you can’t even make him budge. Frustrated, you dig your fingers into his skin and rake them down his back, your nails still sharp enough to gouge red trails in their wake.

But instead of deterring him, it only works him up more, and he throws his head back and starts thrusting with more zeal once again, chasing after his own high. With each firm move of his hips, you could practically see the blood flowing through his visible veins and it makes your mouth water.

He was driving you crazy--staying just out of reach so you wouldn’t be able to get at him, fucking you well enough to get you close to the edge but not over it.

“Come on, kitten, don’t you wanna cum? What are you waiting for?” He taunts.

You growl at him, baring your fangs and continuing to claw at his back uselessly. You’ve never felt this helpless and frustrated before. You wish you could just pin him down and get what you needed from him--just fuck him until you cum and then drain him of his life’s blood.

He must love it, getting to use a powerful being like yourself for his own pleasure, having you struggle under him but be able to do nothing but hiss and growl like a cornered kitten, all while your body betrays you and you pussy keeps spasming around his dick.

“I’m close again, kitten. Are you gonna cum with me?” He trails a hand across your belly until it rests just above your pussy, and then he just keeps it there, once again just out of reach of where you needed him. “Come on, kitten, cum with me.”

He pulls out just before he releases so his cum can land on your body, the large amount of it landing on your stomach, chest, and even your hair. You were now entirely covered with the smell of him, inside and out. You don’t know how you could ever live this down. You’ve always looked down on creatures like him and he knows it. So to be marked by him in such a humiliating way made fury curl up in your stomach, tangling with the pleasure there to create a powerful sense of hatred for the young wolf above you.

He must sense it, and he fucking gets off on it.

“Aw, you didn’t cum again?” He smiles widely, “It’s okay, I’ll give you one more chance.”

Your stomach drops as he sits up and pulls you back with him. By now you barely have enough energy to even hold yourself up, let alone fight him so he easily sits you down on his cock, his hands propping you up as he fucks you from underneath, making you bounce you on his dick like a fucking ragdoll.

How the fuck is he still hard? He must be getting off on playing with you.

In contrast to him, your body was giving up, your vision getting blurry as the last shreds of energy start leaving your body, and you can’t even hold your head upright anymore.

“Woah, woah, stay with me, kitten.” He tangles a hand in your hair and pulls harshly on it, forcing your head up.

“Feed me.” You rasp, your scalp burning as you fight against his grip on your hair in order to bury your face in his neck, and to your surprise, he actually loosens his hold on you a bit, letting you lean your head down towards him.

But at the last second, he nudges your head down so your mouth meets his upper chest, making you miss his neck by just a small fraction. Unable to fight against his hold and too starved to wait any longer, you clamp down on his skin anyway, needing anything you can get from him at this point.

There were no major arteries near you, but the small amount of blood that comes out of the wound you made on his chest hits your tongue and floods your body with pleasure. Suddenly, your senses are awakened again and you find yourself absolutely littering his chest with little bites that draw a small amount of blood each, but every tiny bit heats you up little by little until you find yourself desperately grinding on his dick while you lick and bite him all over his chest.

He fucking loves it too, bucking up into you wildly as his third orgasm builds up. He gets so into it that his attention slips for a second, his fingers loosening up in your hair as he throws his head back to pant and moan. You use what little amount of strength you’ve gained from his blood to push against his hold and bury your face in his neck, your teeth biting down on him with a vengeance.

“AH FUCK!” He cries out, his orgasm hitting him hard. Growling, he pushes you down on to the bed, tumbling down over you when you refuse to dislodge your teeth from his neck, the exquisite taste of his blood making you eyes roll to the back of your head.

Claws protrude out from his hands tear at your side as he tries to remove your mouth from him. Using his hips, he hammers his dick into you, forcing you into your own orgasm and in that moment when your orgasm overwhelms you--the pleasure in your belly finally overflowing and reaching every last part of your body with the newly acquired blood you just drank from him-- he claws at your scalp and rips your head away from him, your mouth coming off with a small chunk of his flesh.

“Fuck, shit, shit,” He curses, holding a hand to his neck where a gaping wound was now.

You try to get up and attack him again, but unfortunately the blood you drank from him wasn’t nearly enough to help you regain your strength and you promptly fall back down on the bed, exhausted once again as your orgasm burns up the last bit of energy you had acquired.

“Bad kitten.” He growls, crawling towards you, his hands leaving bloody prints on the sheets. Grabbing your face, he kisses you harshly, biting your lips before you can bite him and moaning at the taste as if he liked it--knowing him, he probably did.

Keeping your head pinned to the bed, he pulls back slightly to stare down at you, his eyes still filled to the brim with arousal. The trickle of blood from the wound on his neck grabs your attention and you stare at the bright, fragrant blood hungrily, your stomach twisting and growling.

“I should kill you for that stunt you just pulled.” He snarls lowly.

“Do it then.” You were sick of being his toy. If this is how it all ends for you then so be it, you won’t give him the satisfaction of humiliating you any longer.

“Oh no, kitten.” That cocky smile is back on his face, “I can’t let a creature as beautiful as you perish.”

You narrow your eyes at him. What was his play here? “So what are you gonna do? Keep me around to fuck me whenever you want to? I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You’re right. If I do that I’d be writing my own death sentence. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ever visit you again.”

“You’d be wise to avoid me at all costs because if I ever see your face again, that would be the end for you, make no mistake.” You threaten him, fully intending to follow through on your words.

“Don’t you underestimate me, kitten.” He warns you, and you shudder at the dark promise in his eyes. You didn’t know what he was capable of but the thought scared you. He was obviously crazy and brazen enough to attempt it.

“Now enough chit-chat. How about a parting gift? A small token of my admiration?” He grins deviously.

“What?” You don’t have time to question him before he’s gone and you’re left alone in your bed, feeling gross and starved.

“Asshole.”

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You don’t realize you’d dozed off until you hear shuffling noises inside your apartment and a moment later, the wolf reemerges with another boy in hand.

“Here you go, love.” He proclaims proudly as he pulls the boy’s head back roughly to show you his neck, presenting him like a dog showing his kill to his owner. “Isn’t he pretty?”

He was. So pretty, and innocent and oh so scared. Too scared to even mutter a single word. The wolf must’ve really done a number on him.

The wolf pulls the boy to the bed and ties him to the headboard so he won’t be able to escape, then he pulls you on top of the boy, rearranging the both of you however he wants.

“Enjoy your meal, darling.” He whispers in your ear, holding you from behind.

Sensing that he’s about to leave, you grab onto his arms that were around you. “Don’t go. I want you.” You don’t care to hide the ferociousness in your voice, and yet it makes him shiver with need anyway. He wanted you to bite him. “Maybe next time kitten. I’ll be ready for you then and we can have more fun.”

He twists your head around to give you one last kiss before he takes off, leaving you with the poor human boy who he intends to become your meal.

When you look down at him, you find that he was staring up at you but once your eyes meet his, he squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches his face up in fear. When you cup his cheeks in your hands, he lets out a tiny whimper.

“What’s your name, love?” You ask him softly, and in that moment you realize that you don’t even know the wolf’s name.

“Ha-hajoon.” His voice is barely above a whisper but you hear it anyway.

“Do you know what I am, Hajoon?”

He nods, eyes still closed shut, and you actually feel sorry for him.

“Don’t worry, darling. This won’t hurt.”

He nods once again, tears falling down his face as he quietly sobs, resigning himself to his fate. When you lean down towards his neck and your fangs scrape against his skin,the gasp he lets out is broken wet and teary that it shatters your heart. It’s been so long since you’ve fed directly from a human and all those feelings of guilt and sorry come rushing back to you at once. With all that has happened today, you feel like you’ve regressed to your younger self once again, so uncertain and scared and alone.

You see those same emotions reflected on the boy’s face and you realize that you can’t bring yourself to hurt him. Pulling back, you wait patiently for the boy to open his eyes and look at you, which he does eventually, gaze brimming with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He asks shakily, his voice raw and raspy from fear.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t have to. Feeding doesn’t have to be traumatic. Sometimes it can even be pleasurable if you’re in the right mindset, and you can walk away from it safe and satisfied. But I need you to relax and give yourself to me. I need you to give me your full trust. You think you can do that, baby?”

It takes him a while to respond, and you fully expect him to say no. But when you hear his heartbeat slow down ever so slightly, you already know what he’ll say next.

“Yes.”

You smile at him, your heart warming up to the strange boy.

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You had planned to drink just enough blood from Hajoon to get back on your feet then seek out nutrition from other places until your strength is fully restored and you can go after the wolf that started this all.

But Hajoon would have none of it. He refused to leave your side until you were back to your full strength. And that he did. He stayed by your side until he had nursed you back to health, helping you find more food by basically getting his friends to donate their blood for you.

It was then that you couldn’t help but notice how jealous he got when you’d feed from other people, and after that, it was pretty easy to figure out that the human boy had developed feelings for you.

You found it adorable, really. It was so like humans to fall for the very thing that could end them. And yet, despite being a superiorly more intelligent being, you found yourself growing fond of the boy by the day, and by time, you came to reciprocate his feelings too, falling for the boy who had basically saved your life.

It was at his request that you abandoned your vengeance plans. He convinced you that you won’t gain anything from chasing after the wolf. You’d only be putting yourself in danger and he couldn’t handle losing you. He needed you to stay by his side just like he did before.

You honor your promise to him and stay away from the wolf, starting by changing apartments to somewhere far away from where you’d met him and taking whatever measures you could to prevent him from finding you again.

As the days pass, you become grateful that Hajoon had stopped you. You’ve come to find happiness and contentment in your budding relationship with him that you don’t even think about the monster who brought you together. Actually, you had almost forgotten him entirely when he decided to force himself back in your life.

One day, you step into your shared apartment with Hajoon, only to be greeted by the overwhelming stench of blood, one that elicited nauseousness in you rather than hunger as it could have only belonged to your seriously injured lover.

Sure enough, you find him at the foot of the couch, sprawled at the wolf’s feet and covered in his own blood with a gaping wound torn into the flesh of his shoulder.

“Why is he still alive, kitten? Don’t you know when you leave food around too long it goes bad? Now look what you’ve done.” He indicates towards your lover, as if it was your own fault he was dying.

You rush forward, scooping Hajoon in your arms and checking his injuries. You almost jump back in horror when you see that the wound on his shoulder was a bite… one that could transform your own lover into a beast just like the one sitting so cockily and at ease on your couch above your head.

Anxiously, your hands flutter around Hajoon’s body, trying to figure out what to do, and for a second, you consider biting him to try and turn him into before the wolf’s venom sets in.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The wolf warns happily, “It’s too late already and your venom would only kill him now.”

“Why are you doing this?” You wail in despair as he once again turns your world upside down on your head.

“I told you I’d be back and I don’t appreciate being pushed aside for what should’ve been a one-ticket meal.”

“You’re not pushed aside because you have no place in my life to begin with.” You scream at him, cradling Hajoon to your chest as the venom takes its hold on his body and he starts suffering the effects of the transformation. “You’re fucking insane.”

The wolf laughs and looks down at you gleefully, “Oh, believe me, kitten, you haven’t even seen the half of it.”

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A/N: I’m struggling so much with writing lately and I’ve only been putting out half-assed unedited fics and I hate it but it’s the only thing I can put out right now so I hope you like it anyway and don’t judge me too harshly lol

#woosung smut #the rose smut #sammy smut #woosung fanfic #woosung scenarios #woosung imagine #the rose fanfics #the rose scenarios #the rose imagines #hajoon fanfics #hajoon scenarios #hajoon imagines

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exodusmc · 4 years

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Sweet

Genre: smut, 19th century au, vampire au

Words: 1668

Paring: Vampire Jimin x human reader

Warning!: Blood(feeding), teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, light breast play, marking, a little bit of rough handling, light dirty talk, unfished orgasm, master kink(?)

a/n: Happy late 7 th anniversary! :)

Laughs echoed around you, the sound of a pain being played staying in the background. This was a party like none before, the lavish duke Wilhelm had paid for the best. You were young and lively, thought the best of people so you danced with anyone who asked, your blue satin dress flowing like water. This is where you belong, among people and no must do that or this from your mother.

“Y/n!”your friend who brought you here called your name, her smile so wide, her eyes in a bit of a haze. She wore a pink dress but you saw the messed up collar and slightly of way it fell over her arms.”I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine! This is Jimin, Jimin this is Y/n!”

The handsome man smiled with plump lips closed, jet back hair styled back. Those eyes were something you had never seen before, deep and swirling with a colour you couldn't decipher. He was breathtaking and a danger you could feel under you skin in form of goosebumps, with other words, he was alluring.

“Nice to meet you lady Y/n”honey tones set in your ears, licked up your skin in sin and pleasure. It felt like you lost yourself when he said your name, a cold hand grabbing yours to kiss the back of it, to press those lips and give you a want to feel them on other places.

“It’s nice to meet you too sir Jimin…”in an instant were you his to play with, no thought of resisting could come across your mind.

“Well, ladies, I’m sorry but I have to leave...Let’s meet again, hmm?”Jimin bowed, sending you a different kind of smile. Heat had built all over your body, your pulse skyrocketing.

“What a gentleman…”your friend giggled, looking more drunk than you had ever seen her, but you were slowly falling to her state as well, watching Jimin disappear. The predator had his prey, a prey his friends had gotten him. If you just saw the two holes on her neck.

As the night proceeded did you find yourself searching for him, any other man looking your direction was suddenly not enough, only he could get your blood boiling.

“Lady Y/n?”his voice alone almost made you whimper, finding him standing there with one lock falling down his forehead.

Jimin walked closer to you, held your gaze steadily. The collar to his white shirt was popped open, let you see the connection of his neck and shoulder. It was unblemished, a beautiful sculpture like the greek ones.

“Would you like to dance?”the night had slowly crept closer to midnight and you hadn't noticed the weird way people started acting, the sway to their walk which weren't because of alcohol, the fading of their eyes as they looked at…”

Jimin took your hands, swept you away to the floor were he dragged you around, spinning circles with grace. His one hand laid on your waist, thumb stroking a cross you stomach as the other held yours. You watched him with wide eyes, the ever growing heat between your legs seeding your scent to him.

A hum left his throat, deep and chilling, all the way to your own ears. Jimin held you closer, smiled but his eyes...They became dripping blood for a second, a second you barely managed to catch when he twirled you again. The dance was racing your heart beat, made it drum up your neck, heating you up, but Jimin stayed the same.

“Would the lady want to go somewhere else?”he sounded breathless in your ear, fingers gripping harder at your body. You should say no, you knew that, but you couldn't, not now, not ever.

In a blink of an eye were you somewhere else, a room in deep maroon and decor falling easily over the walls. You gasped out, barely managing to look at painting before you were pushed down on the king sized bed.

Jimin held your wrists over your head, stared you down from above. The predatory glare was back, a hunger which was deeper than your soul because it was soulless, empty and cold. His fingers were hard against your skin, his nose seedings electricity through your whole body.

“You smell devin…”his voice was hoarse, coming out as something between a moan and a groan. Jimin kept his nose close to your skin, dragging it up until he found your earlobe, where he bit down and pulled slightly.

The intake of air you made had your chest swelling, letting him ripp the whole upper part of your dress. His cool hands flew down to your breast, kneading at the plump flesh, feeling the warmth. Jimin had always loved the way humans blood made them warm, like the sun, it made him feel alive in some sense. Kissing towards your throat he stopped to suck on your collar bones, forcing the blood to form multiple bruises over your neck. It made you moan, a sound higher than your usual voice. You hadn't realized the odd way he made forget about the world and your morals, like a simple kiss from his petal lips was worse than a bottle of wine.

His body was placed between your legs, moving slightly up and down. Jimin kept leaving bruise after bruise on your skin, basking in the sickly sweet scent you gave of. Your fingers found their way to his jet black hair, tugging the locks as he moved closer to your lips. His skin was cold and gave you goosebumps, as well as driving your nipples to be harder. Never had you felt this high, like you were standing on clouds so far up no mountain could reach you.

“My sweet sweet little princess...would you give me a taste?”delicate fingers bunched up your skirt, dragged the tips against you thigh until they reached your hip. His eyes stared into yours, hypnotising and growing darker with lust, a darkness tinted with red. Every word which passed through those heavenly lips had you swimming deeper and deeper into euphoria.

Jimin moved down, held your gaze as he ripped the last part of your beautiful dress. He was searching for your breaking point, let his breath ghost over your aching pussy. Oh, how you wanted him to just touch you, get whatever he wanted.

“P-please…Touch me”you mewled out, hands grabbing at those locks which were like obsidian, gleaming like the stars. He was close but didn't give you what you wanted, only smirked up between your legs, a sight which made you leak.

“Don't comand your master...that’s not how good girls ask for things, right?”both his hands spread your thighs wider, pushed them so you had to bend your knees. Jimin stared at your glossy eyes, the fade of light in your blown pupils.”Do it right and I will reward you..”

His fingers came to rest at you pubic bone, orbs glowing redder than wine on wet lips. You tensend at his teasing, tears slowly forming in the corner of your eyes. He had you in his palm, a mess of sweat and sweetness. Jimin wanted you to get it on and say what he wanted so he could devour you.

“Please master ..I’m sorry..”gasping out, your back arched as his fingers spread your pussy open.

Jimin’s smile became a little more sinister as your moans rose in volym, like he had you drowing with a mere movement of his fingers deep inside your cunt. Heat had burnt your skin, forced a slight sheet of sweat to form across your body which moved for him. Jimin glared down at you, curling three of his fingers as he felt that spot, a spot that made your eyes roll back. Your orgasm came closer, sending ecstasy through every nerve.

“Come on sweetheart, you can take some more…”his sultry voice laid just by your ear, his fingers came to a stop. You never got the chance to cum, the high staying on the edge, while he smirked like the devil.”..I know you can…”

But you smelled like candy, all the blood pumping in your veins to your desperate heart made his whispers breathless. Jimin removed his clothes, ripped the white under shirt and let the black pants drop to his hips. Your eyes trailed his toned body, marveled at the definicion of muscle like you had never seen before. However, you didn't have the chance to stare for a long time, since he turned you around. Jimin was determined to get what he wanted, so he freed his cock and placed a hand on your lower back.

It was easy to slide into you, the wetness coating both your walls and his throbbing cock. Your blood sang to him, lured him to move fast the second he was seated in you. Jimin would know when the right time was and your body was already close. His front came flush against your back, let his wandering hands find your nipples as his hips created slaps with your ass. It felt so good, every vein on his member rubbed against you, so much so your late orgasm was flooding back.

With a final squeez of your walls was he finding his way to the connection of your shoulder and neck. Jimin bit down, hard, and gave you an orgasm which sent you higher than the sky. He pierced your skin to get to the addicting blood flowing through you, groaning as he himself came inside of you. His eyes were completely red, glowing like the light a moth would be trapped by.

Jimin exhaled hard, even though he didn't have too, and gazed at your limp body. He smiled, the back of his hand smearing the sweet sweet blood you blessed him with. You were so tasty, he might have to keep you.

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whereisten · 5 years

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Creature Feature - Part 3

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Summary: You work at your family’s 9-5 nighttime theater for the supernatural. Your fling with vampire!Taeyong is just that: a fling.

Pairing: Vampire!Taeyong x female reader

Word Count: 4.9k words

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut

Warnings: cursing, attempted suicide mention, death mention, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, penetration, cock warming

Part 3

[8:30 PM]

It was Saturday night. Your parents rewarded you with the weekend off and you caught up on some sleep and did some online shopping. You sat in your apartment in one of the many high rises in Downtown Mystic. You laid on the couch and scrolled through a webtoon on your tablet, kicking your legs like a lovesick schoolgirl. The latest chapter of the webcomic had you gushing.

Your phone sounded off a text. You didn’t even have to check who it was.

Your parents were back for two weeks now and Yuta’s gifts did not cease. He was sneaky, you had to hand it to him. He somehow always knew when your parents weren’t around to drop things off at your office. It was a good thing he never figured out where you lived.

Day 1 (when your parents came back): The Tiffany necklace

Day 2: a $250 gift card to the Hand and Stone Massage and Facial Spa

Day 3: a Versace safety pin evening dress (he knew your measurements a little too well as it fit you like a glove)

Day 4: Godiva chocolate covered strawberries delivered to you every night before you left for work

…..It made your head spin to even go to Day 14.

You didn’t use any of Yuta’s gift’s (except for the strawberries because those couldn’t go to waste and you planned to start up a payment plan with him when you kindly rejected him...AGAIN).

Every time you tried to approach Yuta, though, you were always pulled in another direction by an employee at work. You were everyone’s go-to woman. Their emotional support only daughter. You couldn’t catch a break.

To hell with it, when you got back to work on Monday night, you would ignore everyone for 10 minutes and they would just have to accept it. You would find Yuta when he “stopped by to meet a friend” like he has for the past two weeks.

Taeyong wasn’t around much either. You met up only a couple of times to French kiss like it was a contact sport but conveniently neither of you had time to be disappointed when you had to part. You both had lives to live. Separately.

So, there you were, on Saturday night, feeling antsy with nothing to do now that you had to wait for the next chapter of True Beauty to update next week. You weren’t used to being free on a Saturday. It was a weird feeling. To no avail, you called up a couple of friends to see if they were down to go clubbing. You were always the designated driver so you thought they would jump at the chance to avoid paying for a Lyft.

Alcohol only had a temporary effect on your body: hence, the dream designated driver. 99% human. You wished there was a name for the type of creature you were. Your parents were adamant that you were a human but you knew you stood out from the rest of that population. Your parents were never particularly fond of talking about your family history either so that did wonders for your anxiety.

Age 16

“But mom, how is that I can sense things? The other day at CVS I got change back from the cashier and I knew he wasn’t human. How does that make sense?” I asked.

“You were kissed by an angel, sweetheart. You were blessed with all sorts of quirky gifts. But you are a human: the purest of all of the creatures. Well, below angels. But we’re pretty close.” She replied, winking. I inherited humility from her, apparently.

Now that you were getting older...you were starting to have doubts about this whole “kissed by an angel” business. Why didn’t your mom have any of your abilities? It just didn’t add up.

You could only hold on to the things you knew: you could understand any creature, you could identify any creature in disguise, your cuts from falls healed very quickly, you could manipulate your dreams, your alcohol tolerance was most impressive, and you had a powerful urge to be with a vampire.

You missed the feel of Taeyong’s elegant fingers tracing against your thighs and moving dangerously close to your heat. His teasing was torturous but you enjoyed every second of it. You found yourself mimicking his movements to yourself and imagining he was there with you.

You got off on fantasizing Taeyong on top of you on the couch but the euphoria didn’t last long.

You sighed. You felt really stupid for not sharing your phone number with him.

🎥

You thought about going to Target for the hell of it since you never had a chance to go. Your unusual schedule would usually lead you to groggily shop for groceries at 8 in the morning once in a while. You were elated to go at nighttime and kill a couple of hours browsing.

You chose to go makeup free and in an old university tee and yoga pants. It felt good not give a fuck about how you looked for a night.

You headed over to Target and made a beeline for the Starbucks to get a frappuccino. You haven’t had one of them in months and you were close to the point of tears when you tasted the whipped cream again .

You moaned in happiness. “Yes.”

“I’ve heard that before,” a voice came from behind you.

You jumped at hearing Taeyong’s voice. “AH!’

Taeyong chuckled when you turned around. “Stop! I could’ve dropped my frap.”

He was in a loose-fitting white tee and black jeans. They looked affordable but you knew that was not the case. He took the straw and drank some of your drink. “I would’ve bought you another one.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very charming. What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice to see you, too, y/n,” he said, pecking your cheek and caressing it.

You sighed. “Do you live around here?” This Target was down the street from your place.

He shook his head. “I’ve been on the lookout for a video game for Doyoung. I’ve been to two Targets already.” Doyoung was one of Taeyong’s vampire pals.

You frowned. “You should’ve called ahead and asked if they had it in stock.”

Taeyong’s eyes grew. “I did not realize that was an option.”

You laughed. “It’s cool. If you want, we can go to all of the Targets across town until we find Doyoung’s game.”

He smiled. “I’d like that.”

The third time was the charm as Taeyong found Doyoung’s game: Princess Peach & Pals 2. You high fived each other when you checked it out.

Taeyong asked, “I didn’t see you at Sinema yesterday. Are you okay?”

You took his hand and squeezed it. “Got the weekend off.”

Taeyong looked happier than you did when your parents told you. “I’m glad. You really needed it.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s kind of weird not having any plans or someone knocking at my door asking for help with the claw machine.”

He chuckled because he helped you fix the claw machine a couple of times. “So you’re free, then?”

“Yup. Why? What were you thinking?”

He stepped back and wrapped his arms around you from behind. “Spend the night with me.”

You restrained yourself from yelling yes a hundred times. “Okay.”

Taeyong led you to the parking lot. He approached his motorcycle, a 2018 Suzuki. You stopped. How could you forget that he rode a motorcycle.

“y/n?” Taeyong asked as he pulled out two helmets.

“You know what, how about I just take a Lyft over to your place? Gives you time to hide your snacks and your blood bags.” You avoided his stare.

He frowned. “Why?”

“I’m...I don’t do motorcycles.” You hugged yourself.

You were scared, Taeyong realized. He never wanted you to be afraid. He tried his best to see to it that you would feel safe without him. He never wanted to cross a line that you drew. He thought the only way he could scare you was if he bit you.

He thought wrong.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he said as he hugged you again.

You mumbled against his chest. “I don’t know…”

“You can trust me. I don’t live that far from here. It’ll be ten minutes, tops.”

You knew your fear was over-the-top but you couldn’t help it. So many maniacs were on the road. You could barely keep it together in your Corolla. But you were curious. You wanted to push the fear aside and be a little reckless. Taeyong wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Regardless of what your parents told you, vampires were strong and they protected their own. Taeyong regarded you as an equal. He’s said it multiple times. You were his friend and he would take care of you.

So what the hell?

“Okay,” you said, steadying your voice.

He helped you secure your helmet. He did the same for himself. He got onto the bike. He nodded for you to get on. You wrapped your arms tightly around his abdomen. It was rock solid and you could feel his heartbeat accelerate.

“Hey. Don’t let me distract you,” you teased.

He chuckled. “Even when you’re not around, love.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re so annoying.”

He laughed. “You ready?”

“Let’s go,” you said as you squeezed him tighter.

Taeyong enjoyed this more than you will ever know. He started up the bike and you moved at a decent speed out of the parking lot. Your heart rate was deceiving you and you knew Taeyong could feel it, too.

You just let yourself feel what you felt and hoped that excitement would take over. And it did.

When you got onto the main road, you cheered and laughed. You let yourself be free. For all of your life, you liked to think you had some freedom. At the root of it all, you were stuck in a lot of ways: family obligations, your career, and who you could marry, to name a few. But in this moment with Taeyong, you’ve never felt freer.

🎥

Taeyong purchased one of the properties at a luxurious oceanfront hotel, Hotel La Mar. He lived on the top floor.

“Make yourself at home,” he said. “I’m going to wash up.”

You marveled at the spacious apartment. The furniture was leather and the floor was a plush carpet. You could envision yourself curling on the floor. That’s how cozy the space felt.

The living room had a plasma screen TV with shelves and shelves of movies: everything you could think of.

Huh, a movie theater employee human hybrid (?) with a cinephile vampire lord. An interesting concept, you thought. You kept exploring and noticed that there weren’t many photographs around the space. There was one of Taeyong posing in front of the Eiffel Tower at night. Bold of him to break the rules overseas, you giggled to yourself. Another frame contained a visibly older photo. It was a picture of Taeyong and who you assumed were his family: his parents and his sister. You wondered when this was taken.

“1985,” Taeyong answered into your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise.

You yelped.

He took the photo frame into his hands so you both could admire it. “This is my family. My mom, my dad, and my older sister Chaewon.”

1985? Taeyong looked exactly the same as he did in that picture. That must have been around the time he became a vampire, you thought.

“I turned a year after that,” he said. You noted the hesitance in his voice.

“Oh,” you said.

“When I was a human, I fell in love with a vampire.”

“Oh, so we’re going there...”

Taeyong took you out to the balcony so you could watch the night sky over the ocean.

“We don’t have to talk about it-“ He started.

“Are you kidding me?” You’ve been dying for more intel on this man.

He smiled amusingly at you. You were so curious and open with him. You were precious to him.

“I met Cleo when I was 22...She was older than me. I didn’t realize at the time just how much older. I worked at my father’s dojo over the summer after I graduated from college. I was going to get my master’s in architecture. I had everything going for me. I dated a few girls in college but I didn’t find someone I wanted to settle down with. I was...a bit of a hopeless romantic.”

Still are, you thought to yourself.

“I was closing the dojo one night when a couple of thugs broke in to rob the place. They were in the process of beating me to a pulp when Cleo and her friends came in and...took care of them.”

You understood that to mean they were sucked dry.

“She told me she’d been watching me for a while and didn’t know how to introduce herself. So that night was as good a time as any. I was shocked to see vampires for the first time. Once upon a time, the world you see every day at Sinema was a fairy tale for me.”

You figured as much. Not all vampires were born as vampires.

“But I couldn’t get Cleo out of my mind so soon I fell into that world. Never looking back.”

And that’s when you heard the regret in his voice.

“Cleo paraded me all over the supernatural parts of the country. She would take me to clubs. Introduce me to her friends. I moved in with her not even a month after we met. The first time she drank my blood...I didn’t expect the emotions to be so strong.”

The alarm bells rang off in your head.

“I was all hers after that, y/n. She bewitched me. I was at her beck and call. Nothing else mattered but how I could please her.”

You could see the pain in his eyes and how he avoided looking at you.

“That’s why...” You started.

Taeyong continued, “I can’t do that to you. It’s not worth the risk. My escorts? Those human women visited witches to give them the resistance from falling under a vampire’s spell. An attraction can grow, sure, but the intense devotion a human feels to a vampire is taboo now. Vampires don’t want to deal with what they would call collateral damage after having one night of unadulterated pleasure.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart hurt for the man before you. It wasn’t his fault that he was under Cleo’s spell. She manipulated him.

“But every now and then, a vampire just won’t care,” he said.

Which means this kind of abuse still went on to this day, you realized.

“After the first bite, I begged Cleo for more. She offered to do me one better and asked for me to join her on her travels around the world: as her vampire prince. Her words. Not mine.”

Taeyong sighed and rolled his eyes. “Looking back on it, it was bullshit. But the human me was...singing from the rooftops. I idolized that woman. She was the key to my happiness. I would follow her to the ends of the earth. And that I did.”

You thought about his family and his life.

“I was a vampire. I couldn’t live my human life anymore. I was devoted to Cleo and that was all that mattered. I gave up on my master’s. I told my parents I was getting married, traveling the world, and didn’t plan on coming back. I was mad at them, y/n. They told me I was a fool for throwing away my future for a woman who sucked me in and would spit me back out. I hated that they doubted me but even more that they doubted Cleo.”

“So you left...”

“I did and it didn’t take long for me to realize that my parents were right. I loved her unconditionally, knowing full well that she was preying on other humans like me, building an empire...well, a harem would be a more accurate term. Soon, I realized I was no longer her favorite and it was eating me up from the inside. I...couldn’t take it so I-“

You felt a sense of dread at what he was about to say next.

”I never even considered the possibility that I could end my addiction to her. I just thought of the quickest way to put me out of my misery. I planned to stab myself in the chest.”

You put your hand to your mouth. “Taeyong...I-“

He squeezed your hand. “It’s okay.”

“It’s a lot...Remembering your darkest days...I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me everything,” you added as you traced your fingers against his knuckles.

He shook his head. “I want to share this with you.” His brown eyes shifted into bright a shade of blue, suddenly.

“Taeyong, your eyes...”

“They’re blue, aren’t they?”

“Yes but why?”

“I’ll explain. Someone saved me the day I wanted to end it all. Jaejoong. Jaejoong...is like a father to me. He talked me down and helped extract Cleo’s latches off of me. And with that, my memories of her were gone. The witch who helped us with this process was able to conserve pieces of my memories and I only had the nerve to access them recently...After I met you.”

“Taeyong...”

“I wanted to know why I couldn’t let myself bite you. Something inside me was holding me back. I wanted to drink from you so badly but you weren’t an escort. I knew the rules. About the damage that could be caused. But I wanted to understand the nagging feeling at the back of my mind. And accessing those memories again...my eyes turn blue as I reflect on the darkest time in my life.”

“Oh, Taeyong...” You sat curled up against him and held him tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

Taeyong tucked some of your hair back so he can cup your face. “Thank you for listening to me. I thought you would be running for the hills by now.”

“Everyone has their dark past. Granted, mine consists of a crappy ex-boyfriend but my point is that I really appreciate you telling me about yourself. I didn’t expect that.”

Taeyong sighed. “You know, the arrangement we have...”

“Yeah?”

“I like it. But...” He stared out at the sea.

“Go on,” you said as you kissed his neck.

“I don’t want to be just friends with you,” he almost whispered. You were close enough to his lips to hear every syllable clearly.

“I know...”

“You do?” He looked down at you as you played around with the fabric of his tee.

“You told me everything...Basically. I don’t think you did it without an agenda,” you said as you removed yourself off of him and looked into his eyes.

He rubbed his hands against your legs, wishing you’d worn shorts so he can feel your soft skin heat up at his touch. “What do you think?”

You were about to respond when his hands ran up to your butt and he squeezed it. “I...I think we’re ready to move up another level.”

He smiled. “Really?”

Before he went for your butt again, you got yourself up and straddled him. “Really.”

You kissed him deeply, begging his tongue to meet yours. Taeyong quickly reciprocated.

He cupped your face again. “You are so beautiful.”

“I know you mean that,” you said, realizing you looked like a struggling college student in your getup. He really liked you. He wouldn’t avoid your stare. He was happy.

The blue in his eyes vanished and it was back to his warm dreamy brown.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Never better,” he said as you pulled you closer to him. He always embraced you like it was his last time.

He was indeed a hopeless romantic.

“So...” You couldn’t get Cleo out of your mind, though. You wondered what she looked like and how she seduced Taeyong. At one point, Taeyong was in love with her without the enchantment of a vampire. You couldn’t help but wonder if he ever compared you to her. And just how much he remembered after the memory wipe. “Where is Cleo now?”

He cleared his throat. “She’s dead.”

There was a sense of dread again at the pit of your stomach. “How did she die?” You sat beside him again.

“Jaejoong...finished her,” he continued.

“...How?”

“When Cleo found out I had defected to another clan, she was furious,” he said.

“She came after you?” You asked, shocked she would care so much.

“It’s not that she cared,” he answered your thoughts again without realizing it. “It was a matter of pride for her. I was her property. And Jaejoong took it away from her.” That infuriated you.

Taeyong continued, “Jaejoong hid me away from her for a year. So I wouldn’t be tempted to go back to her. Even if her influence escaped me, she could easily lure me in again. I was weak, starved for love. For anything I could get from her after I left everything behind.”

“Taeyong...”

“In 1987, Jaejoong and Cleo faced off. She perished from a wooden bullet shot to the heart.”

You still had so much you wanted to ask. “How do you know she’s gone?” You blurted. You didn’t have a lot of remorse for the death of this woman, you understood.

He met your gaze. “Jaejoong brought me to her body.”

You waited for him to continue.

He said, “And we burned it, making sure no trace of her remained.”

He worried that you would see him differently upon hearing this.

But you understood. She was a monster that preyed upon innocent people and played with them like dispensable toys. You hated that someone could be so vile and tinker with the heart of the man you...

Liked.

“Wow,” you said, meekly.

“I know,” he said, “Jaejoong took in the lost boys of her clan and helped them become independent. Like he did with me. Now we pledge our loyalty to him.”

You wondered if Jaejoong was really as heroic of a man as Taeyong made him out to be.

🎥

You sat with Taeyong in the kitchen. You took some cake mix out from your shopping tote and asked him if you could bake it. “Mind if I use your kitchen?”

“Depends. What flavor is the cake?”

“Red velvet,” you answered.

“Only if I can lick the spoon,” he said as he helped pull out all of the supplies and ingredients.

As you mixed the cake mix with the other ingredients, Taeyong watched you.

You were something else. After telling you some of his darkest memories, you didn’t run off. You didn’t doubt him. You stayed. And for that, he would be eternally thankful.

“You can lick the spoon now,” you sang.

Taeyong creeped up from behind you, dipped his finger into the bowl, scooped some of the batter and ran it across your neck. You stood still.

He moved his finger dangerously slow across your neck and his tongue followed even more slowly behind. You moaned at his delicate touch.

“It tastes pretty good,” he whispered. You could feel his cock grow against your leg.

Taeyong held you from behind as you finished putting the mix into a pan. You laughed at how he clung to you like a koala.

The cake would take about half an hour to bake, which meant...

“Lead the way, Taeyong,” you said.

He scooped you up and he bolted to his bedroom. You laughed.

He tossed you on the plush California king bed and nearly pounced on top of you. You yelled and giggled like you were playing tag.

He kissed you hard as he laid against the bed frame. You pulled his shirt off. He did the same. You surprised him then.

“Where’s your bra?” He asked.

“I took it off when I went to the bathroom. I thought you noticed and that’s why we’re here now.”

“I mean, your nipples looked...”

You pulled him closer. “How do they look?” You lowered your voice.

“Pretty,” he said as he kissed you again. You pulled down his pants and cock greeted you.

Taeyong stood up on the bed as you kneeled down to greet his gorgeous length.

You grasped it hard and Taeyong grunted. “Does it feel good, baby?” You asked.

“Yes, love,” he said as he ran his fingers against your hair.

You took his length into your mouth and moved slowly back and forth, enjoying the taste of precum in your mouth and the sound of Taeyong’s moans. His length tickled the back of your throat. The discomfort was mild but you liked giving him blow jobs. So with practice, the pain became pleasure. You were getting wet at the thought of pleasuring him now.

“Feel me,” you said as you moved your eyes down to your panties. Taeyong put his hands down there and gently placed two fingers inside of you. He moaned again as you sucked faster.

You wanted Taeyong to know that you weren’t there to play with his heart. That was never what you wanted. You wanted to get to know him. And you didn’t want to keep lying to yourself. You were all in. And somehow, you would find a way to make it work.

Taeyong tugged tightly at your hair as he was on the verge of his climax. The thought of his climax aroused you ever further and felt the vibrations deep down in your belly. When he came, you found yourself soaked from him and yourself. You lathered up his cum. You fingered yourself and gave him a taste of your essence. You took all of his cum in and dragged your tongue up to his abdomen and met his lips. You kissed him.

He hugged you and wiped the sweat off of your forehead. “I love you.”

You exhaled like you held your breath for a long time. “I love you, too.”

He laid you down so he could pleasure you. He kissed you again and ran his hands up your thighs and forced them open. You gasped.

He greedily lathered up your cum. “You are exquisite.” He began running his index finger in and out of your clit. You started rocking back and forth.

He tsked. “Stay still, angel. Or I’m going to stop.”

You whined. “Meanie.”

He laughed his deep laugh and just the sound of that made you moan.

His unoccupied hand gripped your thigh tightly, squeezed your ass, and caressed you face. He liked watching you come undone under him. It kept awake sometimes when he was home alone.

He continued to finger you and you mewled when he inserted two fingers. You felt yourself building up again. You couldn’t help but rock back and forth. You wanted to climax.

“Taeyong, please,” you begged.

He smiled as he removed his fingers.

You whined even more. “Evil overlord, please.”

He pecked your lips. “Your wish is my command.”

He quickly inserted his cock and it hit you hard that you cried out. The pain quickly became pleasure as you both moved back and forth.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed. “I fucking love you.”

“I...love...you...” You managed to get out until you both released.

You both went for two more rounds before passing out on the bed. He held you as he covered you under the sheets. The timer went off for the cake.

You were about to get up but Taeyong pulled you back.

“It’ll cool. It’s okay. Just stay with me,” he said as he snuggled up against you.

“You’re so clingy,” you said as you laid your back against his front. He spooned you. His cock was in your ass. You’d wanted to do this with him for a while.

Taeyong was beaming. You were beside him now and neither of you was in a rush to leave. You could take your time and enjoy each other.

He moaned against your neck. “Are you hungry, though?”

You laughed. “I’m good.”

So you laid beside each other as the sun rose and slept for hours.

🎥

You stayed asleep but Taeyong’s phone rang. He slowly got up from bed and covered you with the sheets. You frowned in your sleep like you unconsciously knew he left your side. He laughed quietly as he took his phone off the nightstand.

He walked out of the room so as not to disturb you.

“Hey Jaejoong, how was South Africa?” He asked.

His leader chuckled over the phone. “Beautiful. The great white sharks were incredible. You have to come with me next time.”

“Are you back in the country?” Taeyong asked excitedly. Jaejoong was gone for a while on his travels.

“Yes. I landed today in Mystic.”

Taeyong replied, “That’s great. You have to come over for dinner. I’ll make your favorite chicken parm and you can drop off all of the souvenirs you bought for me.”

Jaejoong laughed. “I hope a keychain won’t disappoint you. How about I come over tonight? There’s something I wanted to talk about with you.” You noticed the shift in his tone.

“Is everything okay?” Taeyong asked.

“Yeah...They’ll be even better soon enough,” Jaejoong said.

To Be Continued in Part 4

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Onsra- Chapter 29: Little Flower

banner by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp! jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

warnings for this chapter: language, blood, panic attack, death, also so much fluff and I’m not even sorry bitches

word count: 11k lmao srry

Onsra: ML, Previous

I know I disappeared for a hot sec but im back so here we goooo~

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“Hey, Kook. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

I can’t move.

I can’t breathe.

It hurts.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

Jungkook slowly peels his eyes open, and the world spins around nauseatingly. He closes them again to hide the swirling colors that are bound to make him throw up.

“I know it’s uncomfy, but please look at me, Jungkook.”

Seokjin hyung?

Jungkook struggles to open his eyes again, this time he sees a shadowy figure leaning over him, then he feels a hand touching his cheek. Another hand touches his other cheek as the person above him cups his face gently.

“Seo-…S-…h-hyung…” He whispers brokenly when Seokjin’s face comes into view.

“Shh, yes it’s me. Don’t talk Kook, just lie still.”

Jungkook tries to nod to show he’s listening, but a sharp pain flares up through his neck and he gasps. Seokjin shushes him and brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. “Shh, it’s okay. I know it hurts but try not to move for now. You’re going to be okay, don’t worry.”

The rest of the boys look on in despair, watching Jin trying to comfort the youngest that’s restless and in pain. Tae kneels next to Jungkook and gently puts his head in his lap, stroking his hair and whispering calmly to him.

“Jin hyung is going to help you, Kookie. Don’t even worry about it. You’re alive, and you’re going to be okay.” He reaches over and takes his little brother’s hand, feeling Jungkook squeeze his tightly.

Jimin tries not to look at all the blood on Jungkook’s neck as the little one tries to breathe. But the bright red against his pale white skin is horrifyingly vibrant and begs to be seen.

“I-…I’m s-…sorry.” Jungkook chokes out, a single tear slipping down his cheek. Jin wipes it away and shakes his head, “No, Jungkookie, you did nothing wrong. You just be still now, and don’t worry.” A little whimper leaves Jungkook’s mouth but other than that he stays silent, besides his labored breathing.

Yoongi can’t watch another minute, so he says he’s going to see if anyone is around and keep an eye out as he leaves the room hurriedly. Namjoon can’t tear his eyes away, as much as he wants to. Hoseok has his back turned as tears stream down his face, his stomach lurching every time he looks at the youngest.

After another minute, Tae feels Jungkook’s hand go limp and sees his eyes flutter closed. “Kook? Hey, Kook.” He shakes him a little but gets no response. “Hyung.” He looks at the eldest, panic swimming in his wide eyes.

Jin shakes his head and feels for Jungkook’s pulse. Then he sighs in relief when he finds it.

“He’s still alive, he’s okay. He must have passed out from the pain. He should be feeling better in a few hours. They had him longer than the rest of us, but he’s going to be okay.”

Just then Yoongi comes back in, a grim look on his face.

“They’re talking in the other room. Saying something about relocating us for training and supervising. What’s going on? What do we do?”

Jin sighs, “We don’t do anything. Just don’t cause any trouble, and we’ll figure it out later. Right now, my priority is Jungkook.”

“Kook? Kook you’re awake! You had us worried sick!” Taehyung exclaims and rushes over to kneel at Jungkook’s side. The first thing Jungkook notices, is his brother’s red eyes. He stares at Taehyung in confusion until it all comes rushing back to him.

Tae reaches out a hand to brush the youngest’s hair out of his face, but Jungkook knocks his hand away roughly. “Don’t touch me.”

The pretty blonde frowns, hurt by his friend’s sudden change in behavior. “Kook? Are you alright?” He asks cautiously. Just then Seokjin comes over, steadying Jungkook as he moves to a sitting position.

The world spins for a second and Jungkook closes his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. The whole room is so hot it feels like he’s being burned alive. His chest feels heavy and constricted as he tries to get a deep breath in.

He starts hyperventilating, the room getting impossibly hotter and his chest aching intensely. He grabs his chest where his heart is piercing with pain.

Am I having a heart attack?

Jin sets his hands on the boy’s shoulders to ground him, “Just take deep breaths for me, Kook, deep breaths. In and out…good. That’s it, there you go.”

“My h-heart, it h-hurts.” He whimpers and Seokjin’s eyes well up with tears. “You’re just having a panic attack Kook, you’re going to be okay.”

After Jin manages to calm him down, Jungkook is leaned against the wall, his eyes looking distant and empty as he stares at the wall across from him.

“Did we die?” He asks quietly, and Jin shakes his head. “No, Kook. We’re still alive, but things are different now. We need to-“

“Jin hyung! Come here.” Yoongi calls out and he nods at him. Then he touches the youngest’s shoulder, “Sit tight. I promise it’ll be okay.”

Jungkook stares after him blankly, and when Jin is far enough away and distracted by Yoongi and Namjoon, Jungkook reaches up a hand slowly, then he feels his neck for a pulse.

Seokjin hyung is a liar.

Jungkook thinks angrily as he sucks in a breath and lets it out shakily.

He has no heartbeat.

~ ~ ~

Jungkook opens his eyes, a bright light piercing his eyeballs and making him hiss in pain. You look up from where you’ve been sitting next to his bed. “Jungkook? Oh, thank goodness you’re awake.” You caress his cheek gently and he reaches a hand up to take yours and hold it. He brings your hand down and keeps it close to his chest. Then he sends you a weak smile and you smile back at him sadly.

“How are you feeling, Kookie?” You ask.

“I’m okay, really.” He croaks out, his voice gravelly and tired.

He sees the doubtful look in your eyes, and he frowns. “Please don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing.”

“No Jungkook, I don’t think you do.” You snap back, then you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Jungkook sighs, then he looks around in confusion. “How did I get here?” He asks quietly and you look back at him. “Seokjin carried you back. You’re lucky, Jungkook. You should thank him.”

Jungkook looks away from you, then you see him squint again. Your brows furrow and you look up at his window; the shades are open and the sun is shining in. You get up and close them a bit, letting only a little light come through. Jungkook visibly relaxes and you smile sadly as you sit on the edge of his bed.

“Better?” You ask softly and he gives you a small nod.

“Y/n, please don’t be sad. I can tell you’re upset.” He whispers and you let him take your hand again. “I care about you, Jungkook. You can’t expect me to be okay with you hurting yourself like this.”

“No, you don’t understand-“

“I understand plenty. I understand that you stopped drinking blood and now you’re hurt. What more is there to understand? The reason behind you doing it doesn’t matter to me right now.”

You see Jungkook’s face fall, then there’s a knock at the door. You look away from him and call out, “Come in.”

Seokjin slips in, holding something in his right hand. He shuts the door behind him and walks towards the bed. “Hey Jungkook, feeling any better?” He asks softly. Jungkook gives him a little nod, then he looks at him questioningly. Jin doesn’t bother hiding it anymore and holds out the bag of blood he brought.

“Here, Jungkook. You need to drink this.”

“No.”

“Jungkook.” Jin sounds as frustrated as you feel. Jungkook just looks away and ignores him. Seokjin huffs and hands you the bag, it’s about the size of your palm and it’s warm as you try to keep a grip on the slippery thing and fight the urge to shove it back at him.

“He’ll listen to you.” He mutters before turning and stalking out of the room.

You look back at Jungkook to see him turned onto his left side, facing away from you. You sigh and set the bag of blood in your lap, doing your best not to gag at the sight of it.

“Jungkook, please look at me.”

He shakes his head and you frown, “Please, Kookie?”

He doesn’t move for a second, then you hear him sigh and he turns back to face you. “I don’t want it and I don’t need it.”

“But you do need it, Jungkook. You need to realize that if you don’t drink this-” You hold up the bag, “-then you aren’t going to be strong enough to even get out of that bed.”

He looks at you doubtfully, then he struggles to sit up, moving to lean his back on the wall by his pillow. “Please come here.” He says quietly, fidgeting with his fingers.

You scoot closer to him, still sitting on the edge of his bed. Jungkook shakes his head and pulls you even closer. “Sit with me, please.” He looks at you pleadingly, so you set the bag of blood on your chair and climb into the bed, letting him pull you into his side.

Once you’re tucked securely into his side, Jungkook takes one of your hands and brings it up to his chest. He places it over his heart and keeps it there.

Again, there’s nothing.

Not a single sign of life in his chest.

You swallow the lump in your throat as he starts talking quietly. “I don’t have a heartbeat, and you know that. You knew that before. All the others still have them…”

“I know.” You whisper.

“I drank that man’s blood.”

“I know.” Your voice breaks.

“I’m too far gone if I don’t do this. For all I know I’m too far gone anyway.” His voice cracks and you feel a tear slip down your cheek at his words. “But I need to do this, because if I die…I don’t want to die a monster.”

You move to sit up and turn to him, then you take his face gently in your hands. “Look at me.” He finally makes eye contact with you, his own shining with tears. “You’re not a monster, and you’re not going to die. Not yet.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you shush him with a finger to his lips. Then you whisper so quietly that he barely hears you. “I’m going to save you, Jeon Jungkook. I promise.”

His eyes stare into yours so deeply that you’re sure he can see straight into your soul. And he knows you’re telling the truth. A few tears trail down his cheeks, leaving wet streaks behind them.

“You already have.” He whispers back, then he cups your face and brings you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. After a minute, he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, his heavy breath fanning your cheeks and lips.

Jungkook opens his eyes and smiles at you, still touching your foreheads together as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer for a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him hold you against him, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

“You don’t need to promise me anything, y/n. I’m happy just being with you.” His voice is muffled from his mouth being squished against the place between your shoulder and neck, then you giggle when you feel him leave a quick kiss there. Jungkook smiles against your skin and squeezes you tighter.

After another minute, you pull away reluctantly. Jungkook pouts, but you place a hand on his cheek and look him in the eyes. “If you’re happy being with me, then you’ll drink it. If you die on me, I’ll never forgive you.” You say tearfully. Jungkook sighs and looks at the bag of blood wearily.

“For me?” You ask gently, and he looks back at you. Then he nods and you feel a giant weight come off your shoulders.

You scoot away enough to grab the bag, Jungkook still holding onto one of your hands tightly. You snag it and place it in his lap; Jungkook stares at it like you just put a dead rat on him, then he gulps.

“I hate this.”

“I know, but it’ll be over soon, and you’ll feel so much better.” You say encouragingly, wiping the remnants of tears from your eyes. Jungkook swallows thickly and takes the bag, then he opens it a little by tearing a small hole into a corner where there isn’t any blood.

He hesitates, glancing back at you. You get an idea, so you lean forward and kiss his cheek, then you turn so your back is facing him. “I’m not looking, you can drink it now.”

He sighs and lifts the bag to his lips, then he drinks it all as fast as he can before tossing the now empty bag on the floor. “Ok.” He says defeated, then he wipes his lips. Almost instantly, he can feel his energy coming back and his head starting to clear.

You turn back around and give him a warm smile. He sends you a half smile back and wipes at his mouth again. There’s nothing left but a little bit of red on the inside of his lips, but he keeps wiping it. You take his hands away from his face gently, holding them tightly in your own.

“There’s nothing there Kook, it’s okay.”

He nods and fights the want to keep wiping it away, his hands twitching. You see his eyes glistening and you squeeze his hand, “You alright?” You ask softly, running your thumb along his knuckles.

“I’m fine.” He chokes out.

Then he holds his arms out and you move yourself into his embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you and relax. Jungkook scoots down so that you can hold him as his head rests against your chest. You’re about to ask what he’s doing, then you notice him placing his ear right over your heart and you feel your throat constrict.

Jungkook closes his eyes and focuses on the steady beating in your chest, the rhythmic feeling of your heart in his ears. He holds you tighter as the beating lulls him into a sense of security and comfort. You look down and see the distant look in his eyes as he listens intently, his gaze towards the bedroom door but not focusing on it.

Pretty soon, you see his eyes fluttering tiredly. You run a hand through his hair, detangling the thick dark strands and trying to help him relax. You look back down and see him breathing steadily, his eyes closed as his head still rests against your heart. You don’t even realize when you fall asleep right after him.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later, Seokjin knocks softly. When he doesn’t get a response, he frowns and opens the door. He peeks his head in and stifles a laugh when the light from the hall pools into the room and illuminates the bed with two figures in it.

You and Jungkook are both sleeping soundly, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your middle, and you half lying down and half propped up on the wall, your head at an angle that can’t be anything but painful. Seokjin shakes his head in amusement and walks in quietly. He debates on whether or not he should wake you up so you can move to your room, but the way you both have the tiniest unconscious smiles makes his heart melt.

So instead, he carefully puts an arm underneath you and slides you down the bed so you’re lying down. Now your head isn’t in such an awful position. Seokjin chuckles quietly when he sees Jungkook tighten his arms around you and snuggle his face into you further. He’s about to turn and leave, but he lingers a little more.

Seeing Jungkook sleeping so peacefully, his face so relaxed and worry-free, makes the eldest swallow thickly. He reaches out a hand, then he hesitates, overthinking things as usual. He shakes his head and reaches out again, brushing one of Jungkook’s dark locks off his forehead. Then he turns and hurries out, closing the door behind him.

~ ~ ~

A hot and sweaty feeling around you makes you wake up, stirring slightly and peeling your eyes open. You squint and try to pry Ga-In’s death grip off you.

“Innie…” You groan when the hold won’t let up. “Innie, I’m hot. Let me go.” Your morning voice croaks out tiredly. You look down to push her head off of you when your met with a fluffy bunch of dark hair. Suddenly, yesterday’s events flash through your mind and you gasp, pushing Jungkook’s head off your chest and pulling out of his hold. He rolls over sleepily when you push him to the side, still out like a light.

You can’t believe you fell asleep. And in Jungkook’s bed no less!

With Jungkook!

You climb out of his bed and pad across the floor, hurrying out and closing the door behind you after taking a quick peek back and seeing Jungkook still sleeping soundly.

That boy sleeps like a freaking rock.

When you close the door, you see Hoseok coming out of the bathroom a few doors down. His hair is all mussed up from sleeping and his eyes look a little puffy. He does a double take when he sees you coming out of Jungkook’s room in the wee hours of the morning. Your eyes widen and you shake your head frantically, holding your hands out in front of you and waving them around.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” You whisper harshly, afraid that he’ll take it the wrong way. Hoseok just chuckles, “I know, y/n. Don’t worry. Go back to bed and get some rest.” He says kindly. You nod miserably and turn to go into your room right across from Jungkook’s.

Ga-In and Yuri are sleeping like the dead as you climb in between them, bitter that they went to bed without coming to get you. You lie awake for a few more minutes, your brain forcing you to overthink what happened before you finally fall asleep again.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, y/n. Did you sleep well?” Seokjin asks over his shoulder when he turns back to the pancakes on the stove.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you mumble, “Yes, thank you.” You have no idea that he saw you in Jungkook’s room last night. Seokjin hides a smile and nods. “I’m glad.”

You sit at the table and wait awkwardly after setting it and Seokjin telling you he doesn’t need any help with breakfast. Hoseok comes in, followed by Yoongi and Namjoon. All three of them are talking about something with serious faces. When they see you sitting there, they immediately shut up. You just brush it off, not planning on asking them anything. If it doesn’t involve you, that’s fine.

Ga-In comes in a minute later, rubbing her eyes tiredly while Yuri follows behind her, yawning. You laugh at the two of them as they sit down, still squinting. A few moments later, Taehyung and Jimin barge in, wrestling. Tae has Jimin’s head in some kind of headlock and Jimin is trying to tickle the other’s tummy. “Let go! You won, ok?? Let go of me!” Jimin whines in annoyance.

Tae just giggles and lets Jimin go when Ga-In sends him a look. “I was going easy on your weak human self, Tae. You better watch out.” Jimin huffs and sits next to Yuri. Taehyung just chuckles and takes Ga-In’s hand under the table while Jin sets the giant plate of pancakes on the table. You grab one and put it on your plate, practically inhaling it before Jin sets another one on your plate.

“Whoa there, y/n. Don’t choke.” He teases, making you smile sheepishly and focus on taking smaller bites. You hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, having fallen asleep in Jungkook’s room and missing dinner last night.

Jungkook walks into the kitchen just then and you look up, your cheeks stuffed with pancake. He smiles at you and you try to smile back, but your mouth is so full you end up covering your mouth with your hand and waving at him. Seokjin looks up and sees the youngest.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

To everyone’s surprise, Jungkook acknowledges him with a nod. “Hey.” He says quietly, making Jin’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. You swallow and smile at him, “Come sit with us, Kookie.”

The rest of the boys look at Jungkook, expecting him to huff at the nickname and walk away, but he shocks them again when he just gives you a tiny smile and moves to sit in the empty chair next to you. Yoongi clears his throat and gets everyone’s attention away from you two and to him.

“We have some news. Not sure if it’s good or bad yet, though.”

Seokjin nods, letting him know he can continue. You feel Jungkook take your hand under the table, gently folding it in his own and rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. You smile and keep eating your pancakes, stuffing your cheeks full.

You jump when Jungkook suddenly gives you a peck on the cheek while you’re still chewing your food. Your whole face erupts into flames and you glance around to make sure no one saw it. Thankfully, they all seem too focused on Yoongi as he starts to talk.

“We found an abandoned hospital.” He says. “And we think it used to be a hideout. It seems like it was discovered and cleared out.”

Jin looks thoughtful, “And you think there’s something in there?”

Namjoon takes over with a nod, “We think that Hunters cleared out the vampires, but we found a few weapons and some ammo. There’s probably a lot more that the Hunters missed. It looked like they just shot the place up and left it like that.”

Jin sets his fork down and swallows his last bite, then he folds his hands together. “So, there could be things we can use?”

“Weapons, food, medical supplies.” Yoongi lists off, also setting his fork down and leaning forward. “But there’s a catch.”

“What is it?” Jin asks warily.

“The place is huge, even for it being a small psychiatric hospital.” Yoongi doesn’t hesitate. “We’d need everyone’s help.”

Seokjin frowns at that. “Do you really think we need that stuff?”

“Hyung, are you saying we don’t go through with the plan?” Hoseok asks suddenly, making you and the other girls squint in confusion.

“What plan?” Yuri speaks up.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Jin says quickly, shooting Hoseok a glare, to which the other ducks his head.

“Point is. We need that stuff.” Yoongi says tiredly.

Jin shakes his head, “We’re not leaving the girls alone, and they aren’t going there.”

“Hyung.” Yoongi sounds exasperated. “It would take a lot less time and energy if we just did it and got it over with.”

Seokjin stands up and clears his plate, “No.”

Yoongi’s face twists in annoyance and Hoseok puts a hand on his arm to calm him. “He’ll come around.” You hear him whisper.

You finish your food in silence, then you remember something and look over at Jungkook who’s staring at the wall and looking like he’s thinking deeply.

You squeeze his hand and bring him back. He looks at you, his eyes shining. “Let’s go, Kookie.” You say, standing up and clearing your plate, letting Jungkook keep a hold on your hand.

First, you feed Koko, watching him swim around happily as you giggle and Jungkook watches you with an emotion he can’t quite describe. Then you lead him outside onto the porch and point at the forest. “You need to get some breakfast.” You say simply, looking back at him. Jungkook shakes his head, “I’m alright.”

“Jungkook!” You say angrily, annoyed that he’s being stupid again. “You agreed to keep eating, for me.” You glare at him and cross your arms. Jungkook sighs, “I- I know…I just…I can’t-…”

He looks down and you furrow your brows, wondering what’s bothering him now. “What is it? Please, talk to me.” You plead, taking his hand again. Jungkook looks back out at the sunny forest and mumbles. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” You ask worriedly.

“T-the sun…” He says so quietly that his voice breaks and fades.

“What?” You’re breathless as you start remembering the times he flinched at the sunlight in his room and kept to the shade as you two adventured in the woods.

“I- I thought it would go away, but when I tried to get out this morning…i-it hurt.” You see him struggling to keep the fear out of his voice and your heart breaks.

“I- I promise it was recent…I- I haven’t a-always been like this.” Jungkook stutters quickly and you feel the pain in your chest again. Does he think you’re afraid he was always so far gone?

You shake your head, trying to look as unworried as you possibly can. “Well, we’ll just have to figure that out. Stay here.”

He watches you curiously as you duck back inside, coming out a moment later with an umbrella that you found in the shoe closet. You open it up and motion for him to take it. He does, then he chuckles when you link arms with him and start walking down the porch steps.

“We’re going to get you some food, then we’ll have a good day. Deal?”

“Deal.”

~ ~ ~

You and Jungkook sit under the shade of a big willow tree, after having him feed before resting for a while. Now, Jungkook is playing with your hair and trying to braid it. Your face twitches in pain when he pulls and tugs at it on accident, always breathing an apology. You’re glad your back is toward him as you wave it off every time and claim that you have a tough head while you quickly wipe at your watering eyes.

Finally, you hear him make a sound of approval. He’s finished ‘braiding’ it, but it looks more like he just tied it up in knots. Jungkook looks satisfied nonetheless though and puts little flowers in it as he smiles at his beautiful work.

“It’s almost done.” He says, looking around for a few more flowers to make it more colorful.

“Jungkook?”

“Mm?” He hums at your question, getting up on his knees to shuffle towards a little patch of dandelions and starts to pick some. He comes back over and sits behind you again, his hands full of little yellow weed flowers.

“Can you sing to me?” You ask quietly, taking him by surprise.

A few days ago, you had asked Seokjin what some things Jungkook liked to do before everything happened were. You’ve been wanting to ask Jungkook, but you didn’t want to make him sad. So, you asked Jin and decided to incorporate those things into your days to bring them back to him more gently.

One of the things Jin told you, was singing.

Jungkook loved to sing. He sang at the dinner table, he sang in the shower, he sang while playing video games. And his voice, Seokjin said, was always angelic, to put it lightly.

He hadn’t heard a single note leave the boy’s lips since he’d been bitten. The house was no longer filled with silly songs and family singalongs.

Now is a good enough time as any to ask him to sing for you.

Jungkook hesitates for only a moment, then he says. “Sure, what do you want me to sing?”

Well, that was easy.

“Uhh, just anything. Did your mom ever sing you to sleep?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah, I know a few lullabies.” He says shyly.

You turn and smile at him, “Please sing them for me.” He giggles and bends down to peck your lips quickly, then he nods. “Alright, turn around. I’m not finished with your hair.”

You turn and let him continue his work.

Jungkook starts putting the dandelions in your hair, then he starts to sing softly. You recognize the words from a well-known lullaby of your childhood, and you feel your throat close at his honey-like voice.

Seokjin wasn’t kidding.

Pretty soon you have tears streaming down your face as you focus on the angelic tone leaving his sweet lips. It’s like warm sunshine, covering your whole body and shutting out all the cold and hurt you’ve ever dealt with.

It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

When he’s done with your hair, he finishes up the song and kisses the top of your head sweetly. “All done.” He beams, then you turn and throw your arms around his neck, making him fall back onto his bum on the grass. He chuckles and holds you tightly, letting you calm yourself down while you hug him tighter than you ever have. You pull away after a minute and Jungkook coos at your tear-stained face sadly. “Aww baby, don’t cry.”

The pet name he calls you makes your face redden, no longer are you only emotional about his voice, now you’re embarrassed and flustered over his words too. Jungkook wipes at your tears gently, “Don’t cry, little flower.” He whispers before kissing you on the tip of your nose. Your heart does a little flippity flip in your chest and you bury your face into his neck and shoulder to hide yourself.

Jungkook chuckles and strokes your back soothingly, then he starts to hum the tune of the lullaby he just sang. He leans back against the tree trunk and lets you lie on his chest as he hums and gently runs his fingers up and down your arms and back. You sigh happily and let the warmth of the sunny day and the comfort of his fingers and voice lull you into a light sleep.

~ ~ ~

“Get ready, we’re leaving in an hour.” Seokjin snaps grumpily at the two of you the second you step inside before he stomps away. You look after him in confusion, and Jungkook tells you gently to stay there as he follows the eldest into the study.

“Hyung, what’s going on?” Jungkook asks hesitantly when he walks in and sees Jin with his head in his hands as he sits at the big desk that no one ever uses. Seokjin huffs and pulls at his hair angrily.

“We’re going to help them search the hospital. So, get ready. Y/n, too. We leave right after lunch.”

Jungkook stiffens at that.

“N-no, please. Please, Jin hyung. She can’t go, none of them can.” He croaks out anxiously.

The eldest growls and stands up abruptly. “I’m not happy about this either, Jungkook. But they’ll be safer there with us than being here alone.”

Jungkook wants to punch something. He wants to scream and rip something apart, the anger that the others made this decision without him making him see red. He’s sick of them acting like he’s a child just because he’s the youngest. He’s not a kid anymore! And he wants to be included when it comes to making decisions that involve the safety of those he cares about.

Especially when it comes to you.

The thought that you’ll be out in the woods and tromping around some abandoned psych hospital makes him sick to his stomach.

He glares at his older brother before slamming the door to the study shut as he leaves, making the books on the shelves rattle.

You watch him as he stalks down the hall and grabs your hand, pulling you up the stairs. “J-Jungkook, what’s going on?” You ask as he leads you down the hall. “You do not leave my side. Not for a single second, do you understand me?” Jungkook growls and you nod your head.

You have no idea what’s going on, but you trust that he knows what he’s talking about, so you don’t ask him again. Jungkook opens your door and lightly pushes you in, telling you to put your bag together with some granola bars, water, and a flashlight. You don’t hesitate and gather everything quickly before heading downstairs to wait on the couch.

Ga-In and Yuri are sitting there silently, their own little bags by their feet. The rest of the boys file in, one after the other. Jungkook comes in and pushes past to get to you. You see he has a backpack slung over his shoulder and his face is set in an angry scowl.

Jungkook pulls you up off the couch and over to a wall on the other side of the room. No one is paying attention as he hands you something small and cold. You look down and see a knife in your hand. Your eyes widen and you look up at him, shaking your head.

“Please, no.”

Jungkook shushes you with a kiss on the forehead, “You’re going to be fine, y/n. I promise I won’t leave you alone, you just need to stay focused and stay with me. This knife is silver, so it will kill a vampire if you stab it in the heart or head, got it?”

Your stomach turns and you shake your head weakly, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. But I hope you won’t have to.” He whispers, taking the knife and slipping it into your back pocket for you after folding it closed. Then he grabs your hand just as Seokjin comes into the living room.

“We go in and get out, no messing around and no wandering off. I want this over with before nightfall, is that clear?” He looks at every single person until he’s gotten an affirmative nod from all of you.

You’ve never seen this side of Seokjin, not since you first met him. He’s always trying to brighten things up. Now he’s scowling and his voice has an edge to it that honestly terrifies you. You can tell he isn’t happy about this outing, but he wouldn’t have agreed if he didn’t think it was necessary.

“Let’s go.”

~ ~ ~

Jungkook climbs into the blue van, scrambling over the middle seat and into the back before plopping down by the window. You climb in after him and sit next to him, then you almost squeal when he grabs you and pulls you into his lap. He spreads his legs so you can fit in between them, then he wraps his arms around your middle and absentmindedly places his chin on your shoulder.

You finally relax in his hold about ten minutes into the drive, his soft embrace comforting you for what’s waiting ahead. You look out the window until the blur of trees makes you dizzy, then you lean back into Jungkook and close your eyes.

He messes with your hands gently, playing with your fingers and massaging them, then bringing them to his mouth to kiss them softly.

You honestly don’t know how you haven’t had a heart attack with all the affection he’s been showing recently. You would’ve thought you’d be hiding and blubbering like a fool, but you’re so comfortable with him that you don’t even feel the need to run away like you used to.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t driving you crazy, though.

You will your cheeks to stop burning as you look out the window again. Then you frown when you see a dark rain cloud looming overhead. Jungkook follows your gaze and holds you tighter. “Don’t worry, y/n. It doesn’t look too bad.”

You nod and focus on him playing with your fingers the rest of the way. By the time you get there, the sky has darkened considerably due to the black clouds crowding their way in, and a few drops of rain splatter the windshield.

“Could this day get any better?” Seokjin mutters angrily, then he turns around to look at everyone. “Remember, we go in and out. Look for anything that might be useful to us in any way. Food, medical supplies, and weapons are the most important. Everyone needs a buddy; I don’t want anyone going alone.” He scans everyone again then nods. “Ok, Jimin and Yuri, Taehyung and Ga-In, Jungkook and y/n. Stick with your buddy. Yoongi and Namjoon you stick together, Hoseok you’re with me. Everyone got it?”

He sees a bunch of heads nod and smiles grimly at you all. “See or hear anything out of the ordinary, get out. Get everyone you can as quietly as you can. Take these.” Then he gestures to Namjoon to hand him a bag, which he starts pulling little radios out of. He hands a few back, and Jungkook takes the one Jimin passes him as Jin continues. “Channel five. Let everyone know how you are occasionally, and if there’s anything to worry about, let us all know.”

Jungkook lets you see the little walkie-talkie, placing it in your hand for you to inspect. You turn it on, and he shows you how to change it to channel five. You hand it back to him to keep safe and bring your attention back to the leader.

“There are at least four levels, and obviously a lot of rooms. The whole building is fairly small for a psychiatric hospital, so we’re lucky. Be thorough but do not take too long, don’t linger. Jungkook and y/n, Tae and Ga-In, you four take the top level. Jimin, Yuri, Hoseok and I will take the second level. Yoongi and Namjoon will take the ground level. We’ll meet back on ground level and take the basement together. Understood?” Jin looks at everyone in turn, no joking or amusement in his gaze.

After he hears everyone verbally agree, he sighs and grabs his bag. “Then let’s get this over with, I guess.”

You wait for everyone to climb out before untangling yourself from Jungkook and hauling yourself over the seats. When you step out, you shiver and mentally curse your past self for not grabbing anything more than a light jacket. The rain is nothing more than a light mist, but the chill in the air is worse than you thought from the car.

Jungkook clambers out and immediately grabs your hand, then he sticks your already cold hand into the pocket of his coat while he holds it. Taehyung and Ga-In walk over and Tae gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“You guys ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.” You say with an attempt to hide your fear as you look up at the abandoned hospital.

And it’s just that.

Some of the concrete has crumbled and one of the front doors is completely off its hinges. Vines wrap around most of the bottom and some of the top. Almost every window on the ground level is completely shattered. A few windows up towards the top floor are broken and you force yourself to look away before you imagine some shadowy being looking at you from the darkness through one of them.

Jungkook squeezes your hand comfortingly as you make your way up the huge front steps, closer to the back of the group. Yoongi goes in first, flashlight shining the way as he holds his shotgun out in front of him.

When you step inside, you’re relieved that the cold wind has finally stopped chilling you to the bone. But not a moment later, a wave of cold fear washes through you when you look around.

The entire place is in shambles, at least the parts you can see with everyone’s lights dancing across the walls and floor. The place is bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside. You unconsciously inch closer to Jungkook, feeling him put an arm around your waist when you do.

“Ok.” Seokjin whispers, cringing at how his voice echoes even though he’s barely making any noise. “Let’s go and get this over with.”

Yoongi and Namjoon start moving further down to go into some rooms as the rest of you quietly look for a staircase. You pass by an old broken elevator, its doors half open with glass shards covering the floor on the inside. Hoseok holds up his hand when he comes to a big door. You cringe and curl into Jungkook’s side when Hoseok opens it as quietly as he can.

The door creaks loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls as he stops pushing just enough for everyone to slip inside. Seokjin goes first, then Yuri and Jimin. Ga-In hesitates, but Tae gives her an encouraging little push and she sucks in a breath and squeezes through. Tae slips in behind her, leaving you, Jungkook, and Hoseok.

“Go on, y/n.” Jungkook whispers, letting go of your hand so you can get through. You want to grab his hand again and tell him not to let you go, but you know you won’t both fit if you do that. So, you quickly maneuver your way through the little opening and see the others all crowded at the bottom of some concrete stairs, the lead up and up, a little platform separating each one.

You almost jump when you feel Jungkook take your hand again, then the door is squealing as Hoseok shuts it after coming through.

Your little group makes their way up the stairs slowly, shining their lights in the pitch black. When you reach another door, Seokjin signals for everyone to wait as he peeks through the tiny window in the top of the door. He nods and turns back to whisper, “This is the second floor. Jimin, Yuri and Hoseok, you guys stay with me. The rest of you go up to the last level, there should be a door after a little while.”

Taehyung and Jungkook nod, then your now even smaller group continues up the seemingly never-ending stairs. The wind has picked up outside, and the howling of it through the trees does nothing to calm your nerves. You keep trying to pretend like you’re all just going through an amusement park’s cheesy haunted house and not some dilapidated psychiatric hospital.

But your imagine isn’t really helping in that aspect. Now, you’re just thinking about what you’ll do if you happen to see some ghost in a hospital gown roaming the halls. You’d like to think you would square up and not let it scare you.

But if you’re honest, you know your ass will bolt so fast back down the stairs, and you’ll never even realize you abandoned everyone else. You can’t help that your flight or fight instinct has always been just flight.

A big metal door appears in front of the four of you when Taehyung shines his light ahead. Jungkook has been slightly behind you this whole time, keeping a hand on your arm and making you feel better that you aren’t in the back. Now he moves you a little to the side gently and walks over to the door to peer through the little window.

“Alright. Hyung, you go first, then the girls. I’ll hold the door.” Taehyung nods and Jungkook grits his teeth as he opens the heavy door as slow as he can, the horrible squeaking still making you all flinch. Taehyung slips through easily and Ga-In follows him quickly. Jungkook gives you a reassuring smile before you follow them, relieved when he immediately comes through and helps the door shut slowly.

You’re in the middle of a giant hallway, rooms lining both walls. A little light from outside shines through some of the broken windows, but the storm clouds are making it a lot darker than it usually would be at this time of day.

A flash of lightning lights up the entire hall for a split second, then it goes dark again. You jump when a clap of thunder follows it, so loud that it feels like your bones are rattling.

“Ok, in and out. You two take that side of the hall and Ga-In and I will take this side.” Taehyung gets right down to business. He doesn’t want to spend any more time here than you do.

Jungkook nods and grabs your hand, pulling you down the hallway. You look back at Ga-In, fear clear in your eyes. She looks terrified as well, but she waves you off with a comforting smile before following Tae.

“It’s okay, y/n. We’ll be as quick as we can.” Jungkook promises when you reach the first room. There’s a small cot on the side of the room and a bed pan is turned over next to it. An old rocking chair is in pieces on the floor by the broken window.

It’s easy to tell that there isn’t anything worth grabbing in this room, so you two quickly move to the next. A few times the walkie-talkie crackles and you hear one of the boy’s muffled voices saying everything is good on their side and if they found anything or not. It goes on like this for another ten rooms, each one holding nothing of significance and each one looking more and more battered than the last.

You can tell Jungkook is irritated, probably because he feels like you two came for no reason since there’s nothing here. Then you reach a room that’s slightly smaller than the others.

You shine your flashlight around, then you gasp and cover your mouth, stumbling back into Jungkook. He grabs you and shines his light in the direction you were looking as he gently shoves you behind him.

There’s blood smeared on the wall and floor by the window, dark and almost black now, seeing as it must be years and years old. But it’s obvious that someone got hurt here.

Very, very hurt.

You avert your eyes to Jungkook’s back, not wanting to see it for another second. Jungkook turns around and cups your cheeks, “Hey, it’s alright.”

“I’m scared, Jungkook. If I see the spirit of some angry patient here, I’ll die of fright, I can’t do this. This place is so horrible, it makes me sad and terrified at the same time and I hate it. I want to go home.” You whimper, letting him wrap his arms around you.

“Hey, you don’t have to be afraid, baby. You seem to forget about me. I’m a vampire, remember? I’m the one people are afraid of and you’ve got me on your side.” He sends you a cute nose scrunch and you instantly feel better.

He’s right.

You’ve got nothing to be afraid of as long as he’s with you.

You’re about to answer him when a loud crashing sound echoes down the hall and you flinch, your arms raising to protect yourself.

Jungkook immediately looks out and sees Taehyung down the hall, also peeking his head out of a room. Tae looks over at Jungkook and waves, to show the two of them are okay. Then he shrugs, indicating it wasn’t them that made the sound and he doesn’t know what did.

You’re trying to steady your breathing, telling yourself that ghosts aren’t real, and you have a literal vampire protecting you, so you have nothing to fear.

Jungkook sighs and turns back, another flash of lightning shows the worry in his eyes as he scans the room once more. He’s about to leave the room, then you see him freeze.

Jungkook looks around him, confused for a minute before grabbing the walkie-talkie. That’s when you realize that you haven’t heard from the other boys in at least fifteen minutes.

This isn’t good.

Jungkook hesitates, about to say something into the little radio. You watch him, wondering what’s wrong. Jungkook looks back up at you and frowns, then he leans over to whisper in your ear. “We haven’t heard from them for too long, something’s wrong.” You nod and he continues. “I don’t think we should say anything, just in case.”

Just in case what?

Just in case they’ve been killed, and the enemy has the walkie-talkies?? Surely that isn’t what he’s thinking. But your fear is confirmed when he looks at you seriously.

“They might not know there are more of us.”

Your heart stops in your chest and you breathe through your nose to calm yourself. Jungkook takes your hand and peeks his head out of the room again. Taehyung and Ga-In are slowly coming out into the hall as Jungkook leads you to them.

You look behind you, your anxiety shooting through the roof. Then your heart leaps into your throat and you choke, grabbing at Jungkook and trying your hardest not to scream. He turns but doesn’t see anything.

“What is it? Y/n, what’s wrong?” You put your hand over his mouth, still staring down the hall where you saw a shadowy silhouette walk behind a corner. You point down the hall shakily and Jungkook squints, still trying to see but not getting anything.

Then, Taehyung brushes passed you and you grab at him to make him stop. He’s too slippery though, as he dodges you and stomps down the hall towards where you saw the person. You want to shout at him to stop, but everything that happens next goes by so quickly you almost miss it.

A tall figure jumps out from behind the corner, lunging at Tae. But the blonde boy grabs its neck and pins it the wall so fast that your holler gets stuck in your throat. Then, Taehyung reaches into his back pocket and stabs the struggling person in the heart. They slump to the floor as Tae wipes his knife on his pants and sticks it back into his pocket. It’s over just like that.

You finally let out the breath you were holding, your heart pounding out of your chest. Tae comes back and grabs Ga-In’s hand. “There are more, there has to be. We need to get out of here.” He tells Jungkook solemnly.

The young vampire nods and takes your hand, dragging you to the stairwell. He opens the door and shoves you in, pushing Ga-In in after you. “Go, now!” He hisses, then Taehyung pops through, “Don’t look back and go.” He says and you don’t hesitate. You and Ga-In race down the stairs. She passes you as she flies down them two at a time. You reach the landing for the second level where you separated from Seokjin and the others when you realize something. You grab Ga-In before she can keep running and yank her back.

“Wait.” You gasp, your lungs burning. She looks at you questioningly, “What? They said not to look back, y/n, we need to run.” You shake your head, “What about downstairs though? We don’t know how many there are and if we just burst out the door down there, we could be getting into worse trouble.”

Ga-In hesitates at that, her eyes widening.

“Shit, you’re right. What do we do?” Her voice is shaking. You look back up the stairs, wondering why the boys haven’t caught up with you yet. Then the door leading to the second level bangs open, almost hitting the both of you. Luckily, you were enough behind it so the person running through and down the stairs doesn’t see you.

You can’t tell if it’s one of your friends or not, the figure disappearing down the steps before you can see them clearly. Ga-In grabs the door before it closes and holds it open. “Go, we can’t stay here, we’ll be seen.”

You nod and slip through, waiting for her to join you. This level is very similar to the last one, a long hallway full of doors to empty rooms. The rain picks up outside, battering against the windows so loud that you can barely hear anything else. Ga-In takes your arm and links it through hers as you creep down the hallway. You’re not sure where you’re going, you just hope you’ll find the others somewhere in here. If not, the two of you can hide in a room until the others find you. Ga-In has the walkie-talkie that her and Tae had, you can contact them when it calms down.

With this plan in mind, you keep your best friend as close to you as you can as you two inch down the dark hall. Lightning flashes, illuminating the hall and showing a few broken beds and red smears down the walls. A loud crunch echoes through the halls when you accidentally step on a pile of shattered glass, but the sound of the rain drowns it out. Another clap of thunder booms, then a piercing scream from somewhere in the old building makes your blood run cold.

Ga-In grips your arm tightly, then the scream fades away, almost like it was just a figment of your cruel imagination. If Ga-In hadn’t reacted as well, you would have thought it was.

Please, let everyone be okay.

You don’t even notice the tears streaming down your face, as Ga-In prays quietly next to you. The next second, you hear a crashing sound to your right and then footsteps running down the hall. Ga-In tightens her hold, then a tall man bursts out from behind a turn in one of the halls. You can’t see his face, but you know he isn’t one of the boys.

You turn and run, dragging the tall girl behind you. Thunder rumbles and Ga-In screams bloody murder suddenly, getting yanked out of your hands and thrown to the floor. You stop and turn to see him towering over her. You don’t even think as you lunge at him and knock him off balance as you shove him. He recovers quickly and grabs your arm that you were raising with the knife that Jungkook gave you. He twists your arm and the knife falls to the ground. Then he’s dragging you away from Ga-In who is dizzily trying to get up and come after you.

You hear her screaming come to an abrupt halt when the door to the stairwell shuts behind you. He throws you on the ground by the stairs, his smirk showing when the lightning shines again.

He’s definitely a vampire.

His eyes that are a dark shade of red and his fangs that are longer than Jungkook’s prove that. He tilts his head when you shine your flashlight on him after it goes dark again.

“How nice of you to come and be my pretty little snack.” He taunts seductively, inching towards you. Before he reaches you, you jump to your feet and fly down the stairs, hearing him scream angrily from above you. You trip on a step and it sends you tumbling down the stairs painfully.

You hiss in pain as you turn out your flashlight and try to find the door to the ground level after you stand up again.

You can hear his footsteps pounding down the stairs. You find the door and grab the handle, yanking on it with all your might. But it’s too heavy. It won’t open.

The footsteps get closer, so you crouch on the ground and move to the side, feeling your way in the dark to a little alcove under the stairs that you saw earlier. The footsteps stop, but you can hear his breathing in the darkness.

It’s rasping and heavy as he hisses in anger.

Your stomach is twisted into knots and you grip your flashlight tightly, your sweaty hands making it slippery. You try to breathe as quietly as you can, but you feel like the sound of your heartbeat is so loud it’s going to give you away for sure.

The breathing stops, then a low chuckle floats to your ears.

“Oh, you smart little thing. You think I thought you made it out? The door didn’t open, you couldn’t open it, could you?” The mock sadness in his voice makes you sick with fear.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” The voice singsongs playfully. “I promise I won’t let it hurt if you just come out.”

You close your eyes and breathe shakily, so quiet that you aren’t sure you’re even breathing. You twist the flashlight in your wet palms, shaking with fear.

Then your heart stops in your chest when the voice sounds right in front of your face, his breath fanning your cheeks.

“Gotcha.” It whispers.

It’s pitch black still so you can’t see his face, but you scream when he grabs your arm and drags you out of the little alcove.

“Help!! Jungkook help me!!” You scream at the top of your lungs, but the rain and thunder drown out your voice. All the images of when you were first kidnapped by the Hunters flashes in your mind and you start sobbing uncontrollably, afraid of what this vampire will do to you before he decides to end it all.

“Please, please don’t hurt me.” You gasp tearfully, knowing full well it isn’t going to work but not being able to stop yourself. The vampire chuckles and rips the flashlight out of your hand to turn it on and drop it on the ground. It lights up enough for you to see him and some of the staircase behind him. He pushes you against the wall roughly and brushes your hair from your neck.

“Just one little bite, babygirl. I won’t kill you, I promise.” He whispers before he licks your neck. You feel your legs buckle underneath you from the fear and disgust, then his fangs poke your neck slightly as he holds you up against the wall. He’s about to sink his teeth in when you look behind him and see Jungkook.

His eyes are full of so much rage, more than you’ve ever seen, as he quietly comes up behind the vampire and touches his shoulder to get his attention. The vampire stiffens, pulls away from your neck, then looks behind him.

“I found her first, asshole. Get another one.” He scoffs.

Jungkook yanks him away from you so fast that you stumble and fall to the ground, watching in fear as Jungkook throws the vampire across the stairwell, the sound of his body slamming into the wall makes you cringe. Then Jungkook stalks over and lifts him up.

You cover your eyes when you realize that he’s going to kill him.

You hear the vampire scream before it stops suddenly. You’re shaking so bad that you can’t move, curled up on the ground.

Jungkook hurries to you and wraps his arms around you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry love.” He pants and brushes the hair out of your face.

“G-Ga-In.” You manage to choke out.

“It’s okay, Tae is with her. Just breathe, baby.” Jungkook pulls you into his lap and rocks you back and forth. Your whole body is quivering, and you can’t make it stop. Jungkook keeps kissing your head and brushing your hair back.

“I’ve got you, little flower. Don’t worry.”

You feel your heart start to calm down at his soothing voice, but you’re still shivering. Jungkook takes off his jacket and wraps it around you before pulling you back in for another hug.

“I’ve got you, don’t be scared. I love you.” He mumbles into your hair. Your heart pounds again at his confession and you pull back to look at him. “I- I…” Jungkook shushes you with a quick kiss. “We need to find the others. Are you okay, love?” You nod and he smiles at you, wiping your tears away. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you.” He says, his voice full of regret.

You shake your head and you’re about to respond when the door bangs open and the last person you would’ve thought to see steps in. He’s got a flashlight and a handgun as he walks in and moves to go up the stairs.

He passes you two who are still on the floor, then he stops and turns around, pointing his gun at you before lowering it. His eyes are wide as he stares at you.

“Y/n?”

“S-Seungwook?”

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a/n: sorry its so late. I sound like a broken record and even im sick of me at this point :’) let me know what u think of it tho <3

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