To make things a little easier for everyone (and for myself!) Iâve also started creating a new, more organized reblogged version of the masterlist: You can choose to browse either the original lists or the reblogged, categorized version, whichever you find most convenient. I'll still be updating this list as well.
â OT7 masterlist â Seokjin's masterlist â Yoongi's Masterlist â Namjoon's Masterlist â Hoseok's Masterlist â Jimin's Masterlist â Taehyung's Masterlist â Jungkook's Masterlist
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âą Established Relationship
âą Brother's Best Friend to Lovers
âą Soulmates
âą Coworkers to Lovers
âą Exes to Lovers
âą Neighbours to Lovers
âą Friends with Benefits to Lovers
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âą Royalty AU
âą Idol AU
âą Fantasy AU
âą Social Media AU
âą Sports AU
âą Mafia AU
âą Dad AU
âą Medical AU
âą Fake Dating AU
âą Officer AU
âą Fighter AU
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âą Racer AU
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âą Established Relationship
âą Brother's Best Friend to Lovers
âą Soulmates
âą Coworkers to Lovers
âą Roommates to Lovers
âą Friends with Benefits to Lovers
âą Exes to Lovers
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âą College/ School AU
âą Hybrid AU
âą Royalty AU
âą Idol AU
âą Fantasy AU
âą Office AU
âą Social Media AU
âą Sports AU
âą Mafia AU
âą Dad AU
âą Medical AU
âą Hogwarts AU
âą Teacher AU
âą Arrange Marriage AU
âą Fake Dating AU
âą Friends to Lovers
âą Enemies to Lovers
âą Strangers to Lovers
âą Established Relationship
âą Soulmates
âą Coworkers to Lovers
âą Exes to Lovers
âą Friends with Benefits to Lovers
âą Roommates to Lovers
âą Neighbours to Lovers
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âą College/ School AU
âą Hybrid AU
âą Royalty AU
âą Idol AU
âą Fantasy AU
âą Office AU
âą Social Media AU
âą Mafia AU
âą Dad AU
âą Cafe AU
âą Medical AU
âą Hogwarts AU
âą Fake Dating AU
âą Lawyer AU
âą Infidelity AU
âą Yandere AU
âą Arrange Marriage AU
âą Pilot AU
âą Escort AU
âą Camboy AU
summary: all you really wanted was some milk for your cerealâŠ
wc: 834
warnings: sensitive nipples? slight somnophilia (jkâs consented to nipple play tho), uh sleepy!koo ( a whole baby okay), lots of whining, unprotected sex
taking a break between book 1 and 2 to outline and write / backlog chapters. <3
âčïŸâ§ plotâ§ïŸïœ„âč
When you join Kkangpae's Seduction Division, you know the rules: no attachments, no relationships, no exceptions. The consequences are fatalâyou've seen them firsthand. But rules become complicated when the Chief of Tactical Assassinations keeps looking at you like you're his next target, and not the kind he takes out with a sniper rifle.
âčïŸâ§ extras â§ïŸïœ„âč
â playlist: âą the soundtrack
â guides: intro guide
â moodboards: general âą characters âą drawings
â map: kkangpae castle
â asks : ask the disasters (open) | asks about the fic
â readersâ requests â through asks!
‷ pov reversals (requests: open)
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‷ drabbles (requests: open)
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â disclaimerâ this is a work of fiction. all characters and gang activities depicted are fictional. bts members are used for visual reference only.
Genre: fluff, comfort, late 40s au, drabble (<1k words).
Prompt: "however big, however small, let me be part of it all. You may be right, you may be wrong, but say you'll bring me along."
Warnings: Both y/n and Jungkook struggle financially, they are married.
A/n: This is a mix of the greatest showman with the notebook (although I never watched the latter) | daily click
"Jungkook, if you let me trip over another rock I swear that I-"
His laugh cut you off, not allowing you to finish your threat towards him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're almost there, I promise."
"You said that a few times already. I miss the light."
You heard his giggles once again. You loved that sound. It never failed to amuse how, even with all difficulties life presents, your lover always managed to find joy in the little things. Like leading you through the sidewalk when your eyes were covered. That seemed to be bringing a lot of fun to him and, although he still hasn't confessed to you where the destination is, claiming this would ruin the surprise, you trusted him enough to literally follow him blindly.
"But we're getting closer every new step, aren't we?"
"I bet people are staring weirdly at us."
"I wouldn't say that."
Now it was your turn to smile, a lighthearted laugh coming out of your lips "we've been walking down this entire road with you covering my eyes, people would be crazy if they didn't find it weird."
"I really don't think it's that weird. Don't worry about that. Instead, focus on this."
With that, Jungkook slowly took off his hands from your eyes and placed you in front of the destination.
As your eyes got used to light once again, you saw a house in front of you. It was simple: a single floor, rather small, with visible dust and some broken stairs. It seemed abandoned for a while, but it had this cozy charm. It seemed like a lovely house, one you would love to visit given the right circumstances. "Where are we?"
"At our home."
You looked at him, speechless, only to find a quite anxious yet very smiley Jungkook. His eyes shone as you looked at them. "Surprise," he nervously giggled.
"You bought this house?"
"I did. I've told you I'd give you a good life once you married me, hadn't I?" not even once he stopped looking at you, trying to understand your reaction through your glossy eyes "I mean, the house is not very big and it needs some adjustments... A lot of them, maybe. But it's ours."
You couldn't believe it. Not once in your life you would've expected this. When you married Jungkook, you never expected gold nor glory. None of you never even saw it throughout your lives, and you genuinely think that you could die without it as long as you had Jungkook's love.
When your lover told you as a wedding vow that he would do the unimaginable to give you a proper life, you knew he was true to his words. But still, him buying a goddamn house for the both of you was not in your plans. As he promised you, you couldn't have ever imagined it.
And yet, here you are: seeing the man you love the most guaranteeing a home to keep your love safe for the following years, all while looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the place, even when considering the current situation.
You really were at a loss of words, but maybe you kept quiet for too long, as now Jungkook was getting nervous. He didn't plan your silence. He didn't think you would've cried. He wished you had at least smiled a bit. But you were seriously looking at him, tears threatening to spill at any second. Did you not like it?
"I know I should've bought the house with you... It's just that I wanted to make a surprise. If you don't like it, then I can... I don't know, I can come up with something to-" you hugged him. Tighter than you have ever hugged him before, maybe just not comparing to how you embraced him when he proposed.
He then remembers that your reaction at the moment was the same back then: speechless at his will to build a future with you.
"I love it, Kook. I love the surprise. I love the house. I love you."
This time he is the one who couldn't come up with things to say. He could never get tired of hearing you say things like that. So he hugged you tighter, bringing you closer to where his heart beats, maybe in an attempt to keep you and your sweet words with him for longer.
Maybe you would never be rich. Maybe you would never wear brand clothes and live in fancy houses, with expensive cars and food. But you had a home. You had each other. And you could never think of anything else you longed for. Your life was complete, and maybe that was the rarest thing to find, yet you and him did.
Masterlist | you'll probably like: 7:44 pm
Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!
⥠summary: Life in the wedding business wasnât all it was cracked up to be. Sure, you helped couples plan their most magical day, and sure, sometimes you got to take home leftover food or cake (or a groomsman), but sometimes planning weddings fucking sucked.Â
⥠wc: 7.5k
⥠warnings: originally called "ni aunque me tiren el ramo" as a wip, mv has flashing, choking, sexual thoughts, alcohol use/mention, HIGH food mention, ex!namjoon, marking (biting), mention of spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, choking an ex, mention of throwing up
⥠author's note: a HUGE thank you to @bobathi for beta'ing and letting me scream about this in her inbox <3
⥠date: September 1, 2025
Life in the wedding business wasnât all it was cracked up to be. Sure, you helped couples plan their most magical day, and sure, sometimes you got to take home leftover food or cake (or a groomsman), but sometimes planning weddings fucking sucked.Â
Bridezillas, momzillas, groomzillas, strangerzillas, ALL ZILLAS. Make your job a nightmare. Either youâd have a pitch-perfect day where even the doves you released didnât shit on anyone, or there was a fucking monsoon heading your way and you were holding an outdoor wedding. Rarely was there an in-between. This was your life, your burden as a wedding plannerâa fabulous one at that.Â
However, you hated weddings! Loathe them! Swore up and down, youâd never marry. Ironic, isnât it?Â
To make matters worse, you had befriended a florist who specialized in wedding arrangements. Ain't that sweet?Â
If that wasnât bad enough, this florist was your best friend and remarkably attractive. He had the kindest eyes and prettiest nose, and he knew how to sweet-talk anyone into a grander, pricier arrangement. Jungkook had a way with words that sent your mind swimming, nearly drowning in lust.Â
Today, you were hanging out in his flower shop, helping him with a few arrangements for the wedding this Saturday. Jungkookâs brows furrowed as he leaned over his worktable, tongue sticking out as he placed a lily into the arrangement. He stepped back to admire his work, but your eyes were on the intricate designs on his arm, disappearing into the sleeve of his shirt. Even his hands were tattooed, and you often fantasized about them wrapped around your neck.
You gulp.
Now was not the time for such intrusive thoughts. You were in a time crunch. It had been the groom who had called you in the middle of the night, pleading for you to change the floral arrangements from roses to lilies. Overwhelmed, you had called Jungkook first thing in the morning, nearly in tears.
Jungkook had calmed you down and even offered to come over and make you some hot chocolate, knowing you werenât a massive fan of tea. You had declined, frazzled enough by the change or arrangements three days before the wedding.
âThatâs wonderful!â you exclaim as Jungkook turns the arrangement to you. You snap a picture and send it to the happy couple for their approval. It comes almost instantly, and you can relax, showing Jungkook their text of approval. He works on changing the rest of the arrangements, humming to himself as he remakes each one.
You walk over to him, draping yourself over his broad shoulders. âYouâre a lifesaver, Koo! I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âYouâd lose your head,â Jungkook smirks, and you poke his side. He cries out, pouting before laughing. âIâm kidding.â
âRegardless, Iâm very grateful, Jungkook. Youâve saved my ass time and time again. I can never repay you.â You kiss his cheek, grinning when they flush pink.
âYou can buy me dinner,â He grins.
âMen,â you scoff. âAlways thinking with your stomach.â
âHey, I need to eat after changing these arrangements,â Jungkook reminds you, and you frown.
âFine. Tonight, be ready by seven,â you say, waving as you take your leave. If you had stayed, Jungkook would have been distracted, and thatâs the last thing you needed when you were in a time crunch.Â
Ugh, weddings stress you out.
Another weekend, another set of weddings. Some are on Friday evenings, and those are the most stressful. Trying to get everyone together and ready on time when they didnât ask for the day off or early release is definitely an obstacle. Sometimes it canât be helped, though; some jobs just donât allow it, and it is your responsibility to work with what youâve got. Sometimes it requires a distraction, sometimes the mother of the bride performs a meaningful song to stall, and sometimes the best man tells jokes at the altar until you give a cue. Day in and day out, you do your best to hold spectacular weddings, and sometimes your eyes look across the room to meet the soft gaze of your favorite florist, arranging one last bouquet with a soft smile and cherry red cheeks.
Friday weddings arenât usually very long. Sometimes your assistant, Hoseok, joins you; other times, he has to work his weddings. The larger weddings require both of you, and youâre dreading the one for tomorrow.Â
Youâre usually very cautious about the clients you take on and the ones you recommend to others. Youâd clicked so much with the bride, throwing ideas back and forth, you neglected to meet the groom. It bit you in the butt when the check came, and Namjoon, your exâs name, was signed on the line.Â
Kim Namjoon.Â
Kim, I donât ever see myself settling down, Namjoon, with his stupid dimples and stupid broad chest and stupid Instagram thirst traps.
Namjoon was a mess of mumbled words and avoidant eye contact. You ignored him, focusing on his bride-to-be, refusing to let your relationship with her groom distract you. Besides, the check had cleared.
Now, the music winds down. Youâve had dinner with Jungkook in the kitchen, your walkie-talkie on the counter between you, the other trusted in the skillful and very inebriated hands of the bride.Â
The newlywed couple is saying their thank-yous as you watch from the sidelines with a very sleepy Jungkook at your side. Itâs been a long day, and tomorrow will be another.
âJust a few more minutes, Koo,â you assure him as he sleepily rests his head on your shoulder. His white button-up shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and his tie is loose. Heâd gone above and beyond for this wedding, and he needed to crawl into bed to sleep as much as possible before the two of you grabbed breakfast in the morning to start your day. You were thankful the wedding would be a little past noon, but that meant you had to be out longer. Perhaps you could sneak away at the last dance.
âAnd to our wonderful wedding planner! Thank you so much!â the bride exclaims, and a few heads turn towards you and Jungkook. You smile, eyes wide as you wave nervously. Thankfully, everyone is too drunk or tired to care about the man slumped over on your shoulder.
The bride concludes her speech, urging the DJ to play one more song before the night comes to a close.Â
Jungkook raises his head, muffling a yawn and rubbing his eyes.
âWhat did I miss?â
âThe bride giving me a shout-out while you drooled on my shoulder,â you laugh, shaking him off you and rising from your seat. âCome on, letâs get you home.â
Jungkook blushes, nodding as he follows you out of the building with one last wave to the happy couple.Â
Jungkook had insisted he choose the restaurant for breakfast this morning, now that the wedding was about to start, you wish he hadnât. Your stomach was in knots, and maybe it had to do with the greasy hashbrowns you devoured, or perhaps it was because you had a meeting tomorrow with the soon-to-be-Kims.Â
âAre you okay?â Hoseok asks as he pops up beside you, seemingly out of nowhere.
âFuck, you scared me!â
âReally?â Hoseok looks puzzled. âI waved at you and everything?â
âSorry,â you apologize. âIâm just not feeling good.â
âOh,â Hoseok rummages in his red crossbody bag. âDo you need something? Iâve got Tylenol, allergy meds, Tums, Pepto, Imodium, head and cold relief, cough suppressant, antibiotic ointment, bandages, an ice pack, cough drops, nasal spray, Ibuprofen, and Lactaid.â
Part of you is proud that heâs so prepared, while another part of you is perturbed.
âIâll take the Pepto, thanks.â You take a pill from the box and chew it. âI donât have time to be sick today.â
âI understand,â Hoseok nods. âIâll go check on the caterer and then the bride. Weâll get this show on the road. Leave it to me.â
You nod, turning to your bag to grab a cold drink of water. You fan yourself just as Jungkook walks up to you, a concerned expression on his face.
âEverything good?â he asks, looking around the ceremony space. Thereâs not a thing out of place that he can immediately note. He had just finished setting up the arch and was on his way to the venue space before he saw you looking like you needed something more substantial than water.
âFine,â you assure him. âJust not feeling it today.â
Jungkook knows thatâs a lie, but he decides to bite his tongue for now. âDo you need help with anything? I was heading to the venue, but I can hang back a bit.â
âThatâs not necessary,â you quickly assure him. âJust dreading tomorrow.â
Jungkookâs brow furrows, but then his face goes stone cold. He catches himself and turns away to school his face. âNamjoon.â
âItâs stupid,â you huff. âI donât even think about Namjoon anymore. Iâve moved on, I swear, but fuck! It makes me angry anyway. I canât wait for his stupid wedding to be over.â
âSame,â Jungkook admits. âThe bride calls me twice a week to make sure Iâve got her scheduled and that the flowers will be in. Just another ten weeks. Weâve got this.â
âIt canât end soon enough,â you groan as Hoseok comes over with a walkie-talkie and what looks like a shot of liquor.
Bless him.
âJungkook!â you hiss as he looks up at you with wide eyes and puffy cheeks. He sits in the kitchen with a giant slice of wedding cake and a fork.
He swallows, pounding his chest to push the cake down.
âThey offered!â
You roll your eyes but take a seat beside him. He hands you his fork, and you stab it into the cake, making sure to get a heaping amount of frosting, while avoiding the bits with strawberry filling. Gross. The fruit didnât belong in the cake.
The chocolate cake beside the vanilla had a fluffy peanut butter frosting in between layers, which was more to your taste. You spin the plate, shove the fork into Jungkookâs mouth, and wait for him to suck the frosting off, leaving the fork clean before you stab the chocolate-peanut buttery goodness.
âFuccckkkkk,â you moan, eyes shut tight and body tingling as if youâve orgasmed. Jungkook watches you intently, eyes dark and hooded as you suck the frosting from the fork. For a moment, he wonders what your tongue would feel like on his body, on his chest, on his cock.
âGood?â he chokes out as you go for another bite, then a third, moaning and pressing your thighs together.
âFuck, who baked this?â You ask into the kitchen almost accusingly.
The baker bashfully raises their hand, and you ask for their business card.Â
âExpect an order from me and Kook soon,â You tell them as you go for a fourth bite. Jungkook tries to calm his throbbing cock as you moan again, his name escaping you after, prompting him to try the cake.
You feed him, making him suck the icing from the fork just like you had. Jungkook wonders if you know it's an indirect kiss, but you donât seem to care as you feed him another bite, and a third before you take one for yourself.
âFuck, can I take the baker home?â You joke as you finish the chocolate goodness.
âI think his wife would wrestle you to the ground first,â Jungkook chuckles as you swallow the last bite.
âFuck, I ate it all. Sorry, Kook.â
âNo worries,â he assures you. âIâve had plenty.â
You get off the stool, smiling as the DJ calls the last dance.
âHow about it?â
âLetâs go!â Jungkook exclaims as he leads you to the dance floor. He holds you close as he leads, the two of you swaying to the song Sugarcane by Lea Cota. You melt into Jungkook, holding him close, forgetting all about Namjoon and his bride.
âItâs your day too,â you state after he shrugs for the umteenth time. It was like pulling teeth with him.
Of course, you were unaware of Jungkook glaring daggers into your ex every time they accidentally made eye contact. Honestly, Namjoon was surprised he hadnât burst into flames from the heat of Jungkookâs stare.Â
âWhy donât we take a break?â You clasp your hands as you shut your purple notebook.Â
âThat sounds great!â Nova exclaims. âI could use a refill.â
She rises from her seat as she heads to the counter to order a second lemonade.Â
You head to the bathroom, needing a moment to cool off. Why had you agreed to this? You grip your hair at the roots and sigh heavily as you count to ten, then twenty, before you stand up straight and wash your hands.Â
In the hallway, you bump into Namjoon, though it looks like heâd been waiting for you.Â
âSorry,â he apologizes with pink-tinted cheeks. âI didnât mean to startle you.â
âItâs fine,â you grumble as you try to walk past him, but he calls your name, and you stop.Â
âI donât know if wedding planners take tips, but I wanted to give you one for putting up with us⊠with me,â He says whilst rubbing the back of his neck.Â
He sounds sincere enough, but you donât want to take anything else from him. It was bad enough that you had to see him in person.Â
Honestly, you donât care that heâd moved on. You didnât care that he met someone he wanted to settle down with. You cared that he said he never wanted to⊠only the âwith youâ was left unsaid.Â
Part of you was happy Namjoon met someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but that didnât mean the scabbed wound heâd left behind didnât sting now and then. Heâd left you second-guessing yourself. He took your self-confidence, your allure, your self-esteem.Â
It took you months and countless therapy sessions to realize you hadnât been the problem. It wasnât that you did anything wrong by wanting to commit to marriage, nor that he didnât like it. Sometimes people like different things, but it doesnât mean youâre any less because you disagree.Â
âI donât need your pity money, Joon. Namjoon,â you correct as you take a step to the table.Â
âItâs not pity money,â he insists, but shuts up when you raise your brow at him.Â
âOkay, maybe it is a little, but I just feel so guilty about how we ended things,â Namjoon sighs, holding out the check with four digits.Â
âHow you ended things,â you correct, and he nods in acknowledgment.
âI could have done more,â Namjoon admits as you take the check (that you helped him pick out) and tuck it in your pocket.Â
âCould have done it any other way, but a text wasnât your greatest moment. Blocking me before I could respond was worse.â You roll your eyes, debating if you should ask him to add a fifth digit to the check.Â
Namjoon winces, not his most significant moment if he was honest.
âHow about a blank check next time?â Namjoon asks as he shoves his hands into his pants pockets.
âAs long as it clears, Mr. Kim.â You say as you walk away from him with your head held high.Â
Jungkook holds the check in his hands, hours late, when you share a large pizza in his living room with extra cheese.Â
âHe gave you more money?â Jungkook asks as he sets the check on the coffee table, as far away from the pizza and drinks as possible.Â
âMhmm,â you answer as you chew your bite of pizza. You swallow before you continue, âHe thought that would make up for the breakup.â
âIf this is how he apologizes for a breakup, he can dump me next!â Jungkook whistles as he rechecks the document.Â
âJungkook!â You hiss, kicking his shin.Â
âIâm kidding! Ow! Iâm kidding!â He laughs as he takes a second slice of pizza.
âAnyway, Iâm splitting it with you and Hoseok once I cash it,â you inform him as you steal a pepperoni off his slice.Â
âWhat?â Jungkook furrows his brows. âWhy? Itâs your tip?â
âIf weâre both forced to work for him, we might as well split it. Additionally, he blocked Hoseok as well. The coward,â you roll your eyes.Â
âDamn, what a shit head,â Jungkook shakes his head. âI would have at least called.â
You grab a pillow cushion off the couch and smack his side with it. He laughs as you try to hit him again.Â
Jungkook sets his pizza back in the box, using the napkins to wipe his hands before he grabs a cushion for himself and smacks you with it.Â
âHey!â You shout before giggling.
âYou started it,â Jungkook reminds you as he bops your pillow with his.Â
âTruce?â
âTruce.â
Jungkook worked on a flower arrangement inspired by you, though heâd never admit it, as you move around his kitchen a few days later. If he let his imagination run wild, he could picture this being a more domestic setting. You, as his girlfriend, are moving in and walking around the kitchen like you own it.Â
Jungkook had tried to talk you out of cooking, insisting that the two of you could order takeout, but you wouldn't have any of it.
âI got a cake from that baker I almost fucked because his cake was so good,â you informed him with a grin and a box.
âHe was married,â Jungkook reminds you, smirking.
âDetails,â you joke as you set the cake on his dining table. âI suppose a meal would be better before we eat this in one sitting.â
âI mean, I just bought a gallon of milk,â Jungkook grins as you open the box to the delicious chocolate peanut butter cake. âFuccckkkkk.â
âRight?â You laugh as you shut the box. âDinner first! Off to the couch you go! Get out of my kitchen!â
Jungkook quirks his head, âBut itâs my kitchen?â
You wave him off, âDetails! Details! Out!â
With his hands raised in surrender, Jungkook had gone to sit on his plush couch, working on the bouquet he had pictured while in bed last night. It was coming together beautifully; he hoped you liked it when itâs finished. He made sure every flower was perfect. Complimenting the others as he wrapped it with a lace holder, pinning it in place for later.
âShit!â You curse as you stop humming to the song playing on the speaker. You just stained your dress with sauce that was boiling. âKook! Can I borrow a shirt?â
Jungkook looks up from the bouquet with wide eyes. âY-yes?â
âThanks,â You call as you head to his room to open his closet. You grab a loose t-shirt that covers what it needs to before you head back to the kitchen to finish the pasta.
You donât notice Jungkook frozen on the couch, eyes wide in surprise, but then they rake over every inch of your legs, they seem to go on forever, before his t-shirt covers you mid-thigh. He gulps. Had he fallen asleep? He pinches himself, wincing when it hurts.
âKookie!â You call him to the kitchen. âCome taste this?â
Jungkook's eyes widen further as he wonders if he should get his ears checked, but his heart slows when he notices you holding out a wooden spoon with sauce.
âKook, itâs hot! Donât make me wait.â You stomp your foot, and he takes off towards you like a speeding bullet. You laugh as you blow on the sauce, cupping your hand under the spoon to hold it out to him.
Jungkook gets a taste, moaning when the flavors hit his taste buds.
âFuck, marry me?â He blurts, cheeks red when he realizes what heâs said.
You giggle. âSure, get me a ring and weâll hit Vegas,â you state as you turn the stove off.
âVegas? Really?â Jungkook asks as he gets the bowls from the cabinet.
âOh, fuck yeah! Iâm fucking eloping!â You exclaim as you plate the food. âYou think Iâm going through this wedding stress for myself? Ha. I hate weddings!â
Jungkook cackles as he pulls out a chair for you. âYouâre a wedding planner.â
âA damn good one,â you state with a smirk.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âA damn good one. Why no wedding?â
You sigh. âThe stress, the work, the stress!â
âYou said stress twice,â Jungkook chirps, and you glare at him.
âI donât even know if I want to get married. I suppose if it was the right person, but I mean, who knows? What about you?â
âMe?â Jungkook asks with a mouthful of pasta, looking like a chipmunk storing nuts in his cheeks. You laugh, grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth, but you miss a spot after crumbling the napkin, so you wipe it with your thumb and suck it clean.
Jungkook wonders if he should propose.
âI mean,â He shrugs, caught slightly off guard.Â
You tuck your hand under your chin as you wait patiently for him to answer, your calm outside demeanor hiding the erratic beating of your heart in your chest. What you wouldnât do to have him as your partner, to know you had him at your side as more than a best friend. However, if he doesnât feel the same way, your friendship, your business partnership, everything could go down the drain because you know you wouldnât be able to get past the rejection, the embarrassment of putting yourself out there, the awkwardness (on your side) that would follow.
âIf I found the right person, sure!â Jungkook plastered on a smile so fake it would fool anyone, but it doesnât fool you. Instead, you nod, not wanting to call him out on his lie or pry when heâs stirring his pasta on his plate, scratching the porcelain.
âWe should do something on Sunday,â You say as you move on to another conversation. The last thing you want is for Jungkook to spot a crack in your closed-off walls.
âWe can go see the movie youâve been raving about,â Jungkook said as he stabbed his pasta with his fork.
Grinning, you meet his gaze. âYou wonât fall asleep this time?â
Pink rises in Jungkookâs cheeks. âIt was one time!â
Your laughter makes his heart flutter. Seeing you smile, bright and radiant, in his direction makes him hope there could be something between the two of you.
âIt happens often,â You tease as you poke your pasta in his direction, and he eats it off your fork in retaliation.
âHey!â
Laughter fills the room as the two make their plans for Sunday.
âWhere is the Groom?!â Youâre in complete panic mode on Saturday afternoon. Your purple glitter clipboard is clutched tightly in one hand, and your other hand holds your Bluetooth earpiece as you ask Hoseok and Jungkook.
âNot in the kitchen,â Jungkook responds first, and you nod despite him not being able to see you. This day has been miserable for you. The bride had gotten lost in the limo after her father insisted he knew a faster route to the venue, and you finally got her in the Bridal Room, but now the groom was nowhere to be seen.
You donât even bother to scold Jungkook for being in the kitchen, taste-testing the food after he placed the fresh flowers on the top tier of the cake.
Hoseok comes over the earpiece, tone hesitant. He knows what heâs about to tell you will only send you into a flurry, so he tries to be vague.
âI have eyes on the groom. He just needed some air,â Hoseok responds as the groom chugs a glass of water after Hoseok caught him doing keg stands with the groomsmen. Hoseok tries to keep his voice steady as you heads toward the bar and asks the bartender for a double. You decide not to grill Hoseok, not when everything has been turned upside down. You ignore the dark clouds rolling in, the harpist fixing a broken string, and the child running down the white runner in dirty shoes.
âTough day?â You hear from beside you, and you groan as you recognize the deep voice.
âWhy are you here?â You ask Namjoon as he orders a shot and leans against the bar. His gaze rakes over you, lingering on your hips, and he briefly remembers what his hands looked like holding them when youâd ri-
âFriend of the groom,â Namjoon shrugs as he tips the bartender when his whiskey neat is placed in front of him on a square paper napkin. âThough I donât know why heâs doing keg stands fifteen minutes before the ceremony starts.â
âThe Groom is doing WHAT?!?!?!â You shriek as you hit your earpiece and scream. Hoseok and Jungkook curse as they remove their earpieces.
âIs that Namjoon?â Hoseok asks as he crosses the venue with a somewhat sober groom. Heâd gotten to him before he could hit, sloshed. He was a little tipsy, toeing the line between sober and other.Â
âFuck is he here for? With you nonetheless! Is that alcohol! Oooh, bitch if you donât leave his side in the next ten seconds!â Hoseok huffs as he drags the groom over to you, as Namjoon raises his glass to you and leaves just as Hoseok arrives with the groom. He glares at the bartender; youâd hate to be at the other end of his glare.
âDo not serve him.â
Hoseok turns his glare at you as he keeps a hand on the back of the groomâs tux as if he were holding a petulant child.
âNamjoon?!â
âHe was here. Heâs a guest,â You explain as you sigh heavily. âFucker has to know just about everybody.â
Hoseok bites his lip, his gaze searing into you as he studies you silently, judging. He finally sighs, pausing to tug at the groom. âNo! Bad groom!â
âLook, if youâre going back to Namjoon,â Hoseok starts, but stops as someone arrives. Jungkook turns his head to look at you. The sparkle in his eyes fades, his smile dropping as his features turn despondent.
Shivers run down your spine, and not the good kind when he makes you laugh and you softly smack his arm.Â
âI am not, and will not be going back to Namjoon!â You hiss as you turn on your heel. You look at Hoseok over your shoulder. âMake sure he makes it to the altar on time.â
Hoseok nods stiffly as he drags the groom to the altar with Jungkook. The two fix him up, making him chug two more glasses of water.
The bride and groom kiss, and you can feel like you can breathe, at least somewhat.
You havenât spoken to Jungkook, Hoseok, or Namjoon since you saw them last. If it were up to you, youâd make a run for it as the couple walks down the aisle as husband and wife.
However, youâre supposed to stay until the reception ends and clean up ensues. After that, youâre free to go.
Jungkook tries to talk to you, but you canât; not right now.Â
You wave him off as you watch the happy couple cut into their cake, wondering if it will ever be you.
The bride and groom share their first dance on the floor before inviting more and more couples to join. You linger by the bar, nursing a Jell-O shot to keep you busy and not end up sloshed before the event ends.Â
Hoseok has been keeping his distance, handling any minute problems that arise, and Jungkook lingers in the kitchen, helping the staff clean up from dinner. Heâs been busy overthinking what he heard earlier. He wants to speak to you, but you wonât.Â
Jungkook decides to give you space for now.
âHey,â Namjoon greets you as he steps up to the bar to order a drink. Heâs with a man you donât recognize, and Namjoon catches you staring at his friend.Â
âThis is Yoongi, we work with the groom,â Namjoon explains as he introduces you to Yoongi. Namjoon grins as he sees Yoongi perk up, and the two of them chat as Namjoon slips away with his drink in hand.Â
Perhaps it's his guilt, or the fact that his fat tip didnât make you soften up like he thought it would, but Namjoon still feels guilty over what happened. At the time, he was sure marriage, kids, a home with a dog and a cat, full Simpsons style wasnât his thing. He felt it was the right thing to call things off between you⊠And then he met Nova. She was a whirlwind in his life, made him picture 2.5 kids, picket fences, pets, everything, and his guilt nearly choked him to death when Nova mentioned you were their wedding planner.
Namjoon knew it wasnât his responsibility to make sure you were okay. He had been the wimp; he had been the one who called things off in such a childish way. The first time he laid eyes on you again, you were radiant. You didnât need Namjoon, or any man, to make you glow the way you had when you walked in to meet him and Nova at the cafe.
That certain glow, or sparkle, whatever you want to call it, he noticed it grew when Jungkook was at your side. The way Jungkook draped his arm over your shoulder and you automatically leaned into him, the way your eyes shone when he made a joke, the way Jungkook looked at you. It was the way Nova looked at Namjoon like he hung the stars in the night sky just for her.
So why werenât you with Jungkook?
It was so obvious the two of you were meant to be.
You had always been a little clueless, though.
Jungkook doesnât speak as you join him in the kitchen as the wedding comes to an end. If he were honest, heâd admit how distraught he was to hear about you and Namjoon getting back together, but he knew you werenât going to speak to him about it.
Instead, he slides a piece of chocolate wedding cake in your direction. Heâd eaten all the strawberry filling because he knew you hated it.Â
âThanks,â you whisper as you lean into him, not caring what it looks like. You feel defeated. You didnât have any feelings toward Namjoon. None. Maybe you wanted to choke him a little, but who doesnât wanna do that to their ex?
Be for real, now!
âIâm not getting back with him,â you voice anyway. âI donât know why Hoseok thinks that.â
âYou donât have to explain yourself to me,â Jungkook states as he watches you sink your fork into the cake, licking off the frosting from the fork.
You chew and swallow. âAnd if I want to?â
âThen Iâll listen,â Jungkook says as he meets your gaze. âBecause I love you.â
âKoo,â You whisper, but he hushes you.
âYou donât have to talk if you donât want to.â He assures you, but this time itâs you who shuts him up with a kiss.
Jungkook is shocked for a moment, but he cups your face delicately as he returns the kiss. He melts into it, his other hand going to your waist to draw you near.Â
After a moment, heâs the one who ends the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours. âI donât want to be second best.â
âYou never were,â You admit as you kiss Jungkook again, losing yourself in the taste of his lips, his tongue, his touch.
âFuck!â Hoseokâs eyes widen as Jungkook lifts you onto the table where you had been eating cake just moments before.
Jungkook ignores Hoseok, trailing kisses down your neck as the kitchen staff quickly disperses.Â
Hoseok makes a face but doesnât leave. âYouâre my ride home.â
You groan as you kiss Jungkook one last time. âThis isnât over, okay?â
Jungkook nods as he helps you off the table. You both side-eye Hoseok, but if he gave a damn, it would be a new character trait.
âI donât give a flying fuck. We carpooled,â Hoseok states as he leads the three of you to Jungkookâs car. Hoseok insists he sit in the passenger side, lest you be tempted to give a little road head on the way home.
You smack him for that comment.
But heâs not wrong.
Hoseok grins like an elf on Christmas.
âI expect details tomorrow over lunch. Iâd suggest breakfast, but I know youâll lose all feeling in your legs.â
âChoke?â you suggest as Hoseok blows you a kiss as he heads into his apartment. Your phone buzzes in your hand.
If only, baby girl.
You ignore Hoseokâs text as Kook drives the two of you home. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself.
Part of you worries itâll be awkward.Â
You were best friends, business partners, but when Jungkook pressed his hips to yours after shutting his front door, all doubts left your head as you kissed him.
He growls when you bite his bottom lip, sucking his piercings gently. His cock throbs against you as he pins your hands over your head.
Jungkookâs lips press feather-light kisses on your neck, his hips pressed to yours. âPlease tell me this isnât a dream?â
You moan when he nips the columns of your throat and laves it with his tongue. âIf it is, donât wake me up.â
Cursing, Jungkook releases your wrists as his hands run down the slope of your breasts, down your waist to hold your hips.Â
He presses his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent as his heart races in his chest. This was happening. It wasnât another fantasy. It wasnât a dream. Itâs reality.
Another second passes before his lips press to yours, a moan escaping him as he takes your hands and leads you to the bedroom. However, you trip taking off your high heels, he trips kicking off his loafers, and you bang heads when you both reach for his belt.
With a laugh, you rub your head and pause until you get to the bedroom. You donât waste time as you tug him to you by his tie, kissing him as you undo the knot, one you had tied just hours before.
âI love you.â Jugnkookâs gaze meets yours as you say those three words, and his tattooed hand cups your cheek. He looks down at you as you kneel on his bed, his silk tie still in your hands as he whispers, âI love you more than anything in this world.âÂ
A heated kiss, a heated touch, and then youâre lying beneath Jungkook on his bed. His firm, muscular thighs straddle your hips. He tugs on his tie, tossing it to his bedroom floor before he slowly, teasingly, undoes each button of his white shirt until heâs shrugging it off those delicious biceps you wanna suck on.
Fuck, perhaps tomorrow morning after breakfast?
Your hands are greedy in their exploration of Jungkookâs body. They feel every muscle, trace every scar, each mole, each ridge of his abs until youâre circling his navel with a fingertip.
Jungkookâs gaze lights you aflame. Without breaking eye contact, he takes your wrist, lifts your hand to his lips, and gently nips your fingertip.
âDonât be a tease,â he warns in a low tone, and you nearly come undone. âOr Iâll have to bend you over my lap.â
Wow! You fight a battle with your brain: to tease and earn spanks or to please and gain pleasure.
Jungkook chuckles as he moves your hand lower, to his erection still in the confines of his black slacks. He lets you touch, feel, and palm.
âAre you sure being a tease is worth it?â Jungkook asks as he guides your hand to the fat head of his cock, and your cunt tightens around nothing as you meet his heated gaze.
Without a thought, you kiss him, flipping him under you as you straddle him. Your dress protests, and Jungkookâs hands tear a slit into the left side.Â
âLove the professional look, babe. However, the wedding is over, and youâre in my bedroom.â Jungkook kisses you as you roll your hips against his. His large hands tear your square neckline to a deep V-cut. The A-line professional dress is ripped beyond repair, but as Jungkookâs cock presses against your most intimate area, you donât give a damn.
âRip it all,â You state as he sits up to kiss you, his hands on your hips, before he rips the fabric as if it were paper. Against Jeon Jungkook, it doesnât stand a chance. It becomes useless scraps of cloth, cleaning rags, as it falls to the floor of his bedroom.
Jungkookâs lips, hands, they drive you insane, each touch lights a fire within you, and you slam your lips to his, unsure of when you end up beneath him, your panties on his bedroom floor as he unzips and unbuttons his pants.
The band of his Calvin Kleins is visible as he meets your fucked out gaze, already lost in the stars before heâs even slid home.
Jungkook pants. Heaving breaths as his hand cups your face.Â
âDo you want to keep going, baby?âÂ
You nod.
âVerbal answers only.â He demands in a serious tone that makes you bite your bottom lip.
âYes, I want to keep going, babe. Donât ever want to stop.â
Jungkook nods as he kisses you again, his lips soft, piercings cold against your lips. Your hands explore his body eagerly, memorizing every inch of the wonder that is his body. Touch every bit youâve daydreamed about, fantasized about late at night when you had too much to drink, and he was on your mind.
Nights you wished would end like this.
âJungkoook,â you gasp as he sucks on your sensitive skin, making your nails drag down his back as he notches at your entrance.
Part of you believes this is some cruel joke your mind is playing on you, but when he sinks in, oh! Fuck, heâs much larger than you could have ever imagined, and now heâs all yours. Fireworks go off, angels sing, Cupid high-fives his superiors as Jungkook makes you his.Â
Your lips meet his in a heated kiss that makes the world go round.
Everything you ever imagined about Jungkook was wrong. Everything is so much greater than you imagined as he buries himself to the brim. Youâre moaning, but it seems like youâre having an out-of-body experience with how well he works his hips, yet caresses your cheek as he professes his love for you in a sonnet.
âJungkook! Koo,â you breathe as he pulls out just to sink back in, and you graze heaven with your fingertips.
Jungkook takes his time as he makes love to you. He pours love into every touch, every thrust until you arch into him. Your legs cling to his hips as he makes you see stars.
Your wanton moans fill his bedroom as he grabs the headboard and fills you to the brim. Part of you wonders if heâs met your lungs as an orgasm rocks through you. Your cunt clenches around him, making him hiss as he curses into the ceiling.
âFuck, baby. I wonât last if you keep squeezing so hard,â Jungkook warns, but you donât give a damn as you tighten again. Your orgasm wracks through you, his name on your tongue as you come undone, wrapped around his cock.
âShit!â He exclaims as he cums deep inside you. The headboard rattles as he grips it tight, cursing and moaning your name as he fucks you through your orgasm and his.
âFuck, Jungkook,â you breathe after as your vision finally settles on those sweet brown doe eyes.
âI love you,â He says as he kisses you once more.
Sighing, you press the tips of your fingers to your nose bridge.
âYou look amazing, Joon,â You insist.
Namjoon shakes his head, large hands messing with his thick, black hair.
âYouâre ruining your hair, and Hoseok might shave it all off in revenge, so quit!â You huff as you fix his hair for the third time.
âWedding jitters are normal! It will be fine once you see Nova. You grab Namjoonâs red tie and fix it, choking him because youâre still a little mad about how he dumped you. âDonât make me go Edna Mode on your ass.â
Namjoon nods as he paces back and forth once you release him.
âWhat if-â He starts, but you roll up Brides magazine, and it is a thick issue with perfume samples. You raise a brow, daring him to finish his sentence.
âJungkookie,â you say into your earpiece, sweet as sugar. âCan you keep an eye on Mr. Kim? He looks like a runner or a fainter,â you tease with a smirk.Â
Namjoon scoffs.
âSure thing, baby. Iâm just finishing up the arch. Maybe we can sneak away later and-â Jungkook says something that would make a nun cry, and Hoseok retches into his earpiece as you laugh.
âSure thing, baby. But business first.â
âYes, maâam. Just donât keep me waiting too long. My hand isnât as good as-â Jungkook doesnât get to finish before Hoseokâs voice comes through the earpiece, and this time he is puking.
The Kim Wedding goes off without a hitch.
After you and Hoseok walk Namjoon down the aisle with cheesing smiles that make you look like serial killers on the loose.
âNow stay up here before I bring Momma Kim up here,â you hiss at your ex as you set him in front of the officiant. His family mumbles, gossiping. âIsnât that his ex? Is he not marrying Nova? I thought he brought that other woman to the reunion.â
Momma Kim shuts them all up with a stern gaze and then rises to hug her son. She kisses his cheek, appearing sweet, but whispers, âThe deposit was non-refundable. If you run, Iâll chase you.â
âMomma!â
âSmile, baby boy. I love you, and Iâm half-kidding,â Momma Kim responds as she kisses her sonâs other cheek before she takes her seat.
Namjoon looks toward the end of the aisle, where you stand with your purple glitter clipboard. Youâre listening to Hoseok and Jungkook give you a report on the reception hall, and your gaze meets Namjoonâs.
You give him a great big smile and a thumbs up as you step to the side. The music begins, and Nova starts her walk down the aisle with her bouquet and her father by her side.
Namjoon cries tears of joy as the love of his life walks toward him, and he feels his heart flutter as Nova takes his hands in hers, tears running down her cheeks.
Any nerves, anxiety, or escape plans dissipate as Namjoon holds his bride-to-be.
~
Hoseok is barking orders at the groomsmen for photos, keeping them from running amok now that the bar has been opened for all the guests.
You sit on a stool in the kitchen beside Jungkook.
He slides a slice of chocolate cake with peanut butter buttercream frosting in your direction, and you kiss his cheek in thanks.
âI think we did well getting ole Namjoon hitched,â you grin as you stab the wedding cake you persuaded Namjoon and Nova to choose.
The baker is busy cutting the cake, but pauses when he feels the heat of your stare. You wink and blow him a kiss. âDelicious.â
After flustering the baker, Jungkook rests his head on your shoulder. âHey, what about me?â
You grin and feed him a bite of the cake.
âWe should hire him for our wedding,â Jungkook says as you offer him a second bite.
âOh? When exactly did you propose?â You tease as you take another bite, loving how rosy Jungkookâs cheeks get.
Jungkook clears his throat, and your heart races.Â
The baker youâve wanted to fuck because of his skills comes over. He carries a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting (two tiers), and your mouth waters.
On the top, in Jungkookâs handwriting, it reads, âWill you marry me?â
You gasp.
Jungkook gets down on one knee, and Hoseok is suddenly there recording your proposal.
âYes!â You shout, jumping up and down. Jungkook grins as he slides the engagement ring onto your finger. You donât care that youâre working your exâs wedding, you donât care that Hoseok is miraculously there, or that the baker youâd still fuck for free cake is a part of your boyfriendâs proposal.
You only care about Jungkook and kissing him the moment he rises to his feet.
âI love you, Jungkook,â you whisper in between kisses as his hands hold your waist. He presses his forehead to yours.
â€đŽđșđŻđ°đ±đŽđȘđŽ; luckily, your boyfriend is there to get you through the pain
â€đ±đąđȘđłđȘđŻđš: jungkook x reader
â€đšđŠđŻđłđŠ: fluff, smut, established relationship
â€đžđ°đłđ„ đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ”: 4.7k
â€đžđąđłđŻđȘđŻđšđŽ: strong language, unexpected period sex (kind of), unprotected sex, dirty talk, anal play, creampie, kinda rough sex, jungkook calls reader âbabyâ a lot, pregnancy talk
Curled on the bed, it takes him approximately two minutes to get into the room, until you hear his sports bag dropping onto the floor before he joins you. Instantly cuddling up to you, youâre met with the scent of his shower gel, which means he took a shower in the gym.
You shiver at the feeling of his lips at the back of your neck, where he pecks your skin. âIâve missed you.â
The confession is enough to make you swoon all over him, but you know he could be doing anything or nothing, and your heart would beat the same way like it always does when it comes to him.
âYou were gone for hour an half,â you chuckle, placing your arms on top of his as he brings you closer to him. âIâve missed you too.â
Synopsis: The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Manâs Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the clubâs mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Manâs Crochet Club series)
Warnings: making out in public, oral (male), hair pulling, jk is kind of dominant but so is Y/N, face riding, nipple play, denied orgasm, dirty talk, jk is cocky, sope wear bathrobes without underwearÂ
TW: Past borderline substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms + depression/anxiety are mentioned. Yoongi is anti-toxic masculinity & encourages people to ask for help.
Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.
Pairing:Â Taehyung x Reader
Rating:Â Explicit
Genre/Trope:Â Frenemies to lovers, smut, fluff if you squint
Part 1 | Part 2Â | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
~summary: The night your life blew up sent you on a collision course with the campus bad boy, Kim Taehyung. Though you were well aware of his reputation, it was his doorstep you ran to when you were bleeding with nowhere to go.
~word count: 7.1k
~gang!au, mafia!au, college!au, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers
Warnings: violence, swearing, blood, injury (warnings apply to each part individually, please read them)
~a/n: it begins! I already have the whole thing written so I can promise my updates to be regular! Also big thanks to @baojinnieâ for helping me find my feet on tumblr - go check out her amazing writing too!
The front door slammed open so hard it hit the wall, the thud reverberating around the otherwise silent apartment. In your bedroom, your head whipped around, a frown already decorating your face. You were sure your dad was already home.
Before you could even stand from you chair, footsteps were filling the air. Men were shouting.
Eyes widening, you shot up, hearing heavy steps running down the hallway at the other end of your apartment. And not just one pair. Judging by the shouts as well, there was a crowd of people swarming your apartment.
summary:Â after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks heâs got it all figured out. he doesnât. apparently just being married to you isnât enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.
{enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au}
pairing: kim taehyung x female reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut (i know, crazy right?)
word count: 32k
warnings:Â oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple unprotected sex scenes (theyâre married yâall), fat cock tae, tae has a wife kink, lots of praise, alcohol consumption (but theyâre safe), minor character death (not explicit), mentions of heart attack, slow burn like there is no tomorrow
a/n: hello and welcome to the fic everyone, literally everyone, has been waiting for! i am so, so, so excited to share this with you all, especially because none other than rose @kinktaeâ helped me write the smut, and i am literally forever indebted to her. you all better go spam rose with all the love and support you can because this fic would not be here without her and i love her so much.Â
also, to all my readers who arenât comfortable reading smut, please know that the smut in this fic is not imperative to the storyline, and you skipping past it will not affect your reading experience., enjoy!
Never in your life have wedding bells felt so ominous.
Author:Â @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the A Very, Merry Fic-Mas! collab with @lamourche , @kittae , @underthejoon , @hobidreams , @floralseokjin and @winetae
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this exquisite moodboard (THANKS, TIFFY!)
Pairing: Taehyung / Reader (female)
Genre: Fake Dating / NeighborsÂ
Word Count:Â 40,556
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, fingering, marking, big dick, consumption of alcohol and a holiday sweater with the word ho on it.
Summary: Â When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and â oh, yeah â tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.
summary:Â with the celestial ball quickly approaching, kim taehyung is horrified to find out that you, his best friend, are dateless. to remedy this, he initiates The Match Project, a matchmaking service designed to find the most optimal date. to you, itâs an opportunity to meet someone else so you can stop pining after your clueless best friend. to him, itâs an opportunity to finally, once and for all, tell you how he feels.
{hogwarts!au, friends to lovers!au}
pairing: kim taehyung x reader
word count: 11k
genre: fluff + light, slow angst
warnings: this is an idiots to lovers fic
a/n: [distant screaming] [police sirens] oh god what is this !!! it couldnât beâŠ. a ⊠a fic ?????? just kidding, it is! just a reminder that i am still on hiatus and will be for another month, so inactivity should be expected. other than that, i am on break this week so i figured that while the inspo was rolling iâd write something !!! only jungkookâs au left and then weâre done .. my godâŠ..
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3Â | Part 4 | Part 5Â | Part 6
~summary: Nearly dying was just the beginning. While struggling to deal with the direction life has thrown you, you find yourself at the heart of a web of conspiracy. Maybe it will bring you back to Jimin - if you both make it out alive.
Jimin x reader
~word count: 6k
~mafia au, established relationship, angst, eventual fluff?(in future parts)
Rating: pg15
Warnings: mentions of death, attempted murder, violence, homelessness, swearing, breaking and entering, burglary
~a/n: itâs here!! I am super excited to show you guys this new mafia au, I worked long and hard on it! I will be updating every 7-8 days. Let the mystery beginâŠ
The hushed rumble of breath sounds, as if from behind a curtain.
It isnât clear enough for you to hear its source, but itâs all you can hear. Curiously, you can hear more than you can see. Your eyes must be closed.
It takes your groggy mind until about five times to come to this realisation before it does something about it. Your eyelids feel rusty as you heave them apart.
Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and youâre having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. Youâre not sure whatâs more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.
Relationship: Human Jimin x Vampire Reader
Rating:Â Explicit
Tags:Â Vampires, College/University, Roommates to lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Alcohol, Blood Drinking, Choking, Degradation Kink, Masturbation, Jimin Has a Pain Kink, Scratching, Slapping, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites
Word Count:Â 16,125
A/N:Â Pls enjoy what I think was my first vampire fic I ever wrote?? idk I can't remember shit
Soundtrack: Nectar - WayV
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Ambrogio University had the bright idea to open its doors to humans. Having been a private university for vampires for five centuries, the controversial decision to end the admissions practice of denying humans was the university presidentâs final declaration before retiring. She had been known for operating from a far more inclusive mindset compared to previous presidents. But despite her charitable mindset, most current students, alumni, and staff were up in arms about the whole thing. Even a few trustees were ready to pull out of supporting the university (and many of them actually did). Not only was there a social shift on campus, but there was a sudden concern about the financial impact of opening the universityâs doors to humans.Â
Still, the efforts were underway with full force. A flood of humans were applying as first years, and even more were transferring from human-only universities.Â
Which was how you ended up with a new human transfer student, Park Jimin, standing at the front door of your dorm with a backpack slung over his shoulder, a large cardboard box in his arms, and a suitcase at his feet. Youâre sure heâd given you a proper greeting, but all you could focus on was his prominent Adamâs apple and his muscular neck.Â
This shit was stupid.Â
The university was running out of human-only dorms, the administration said. They had nowhere to put the influx of new students - aside from filling up vacant rooms. And it just so happened that you had a vacant room. Your old roommateâs parents pulled her out of the university once they learned that humans would be allowed in. Youâd barely been in class for a week and she was gone.Â
Although you had nothing against humans, youâd put up a fight before eventually giving in to having one live with you. It sounded like such a bad idea to bring non-vampires into what was supposed to be a safe haven. Were they just going to ignore the centuries of violence humans had inflicted on vampires? Or the controversial but true reality that some vampires simply had very little self control around other species? What was the university going to do if some human student got found sucked dry in the library? Vampires were still living on the outskirts of human society; any tragedy at the university would only push everyoneâs efforts back decades. Maybe even centuries.Â
None of your protests mattered, and the administration ultimately swayed you with the promise that theyâd heavily discount your housing fees if you roomed with a human.Â
You had to sign a rather lengthy contract before being paired with the human. No harassment or discriminatory behavior against the human. No biting the human. No drinking the humanâs blood, regardless of source or method. No hypnotizing or using any other form of supernatural powers against the human. No turning the human into a vampire. The list of rules went on and on. You presumed the humans had their own version of the contract to sign, but you had yet to ask anyone about it. And because you were a born vampire rather than a turned vampire, you had to undergo a short training to learn the basic functions of a human, though most of the training was merely a reiteration of the contract rules and didnât really provide any useful information.Â
What seemed like the most important thing to remember was that humans were fragile, unbelievably so. And they were stupid, so they didnât understand just how fragile they really were.Â
Your new roommate looked like he was probably the stupid kind of human. You watched him with your arms crossed against your chest, your dark maroon hawk eyes cataloging his features as he stood in the doorway. He was pretty, much prettier than the humans youâd ever interacted with, which admittedly wasnât many. Aside from the allure of his neck, he had suggestively plump lips and sharp eyes that were overpowered by his puffy cheeks when he smiled. Despite his lean, muscular body, there was a softness to him that only added to your belief that he was stupid. Softness in humans was dangerous, and this kid clearly didnât realize how vulnerable he was.Â
âHi, Iâm Jimin,â he said, raising his shoulders in a greeting since his hands were too full to wave. There were the puffy cheeks coming out. You hated how cute he was.Â
âYou smell like sweat,â you replied, dropping your arms to your side. There were a few other things the training had insisted you do with your new human. One of which was to attempt to make yourself as humanlike as possible, as to make your human more comfortable in his new environment. Which was, again, stupid, but you supposed it wouldnât kill you to force yourself to walk at a humanlike speed and not drink bottled blood while you lounged in the living room where he could see.
By the way the humanâs eyes grew wide you figured your comment probably wasnât a very human thing to say.Â
Oh well.Â
âIâve been carrying heavy things and itâs really hot outsideâŠâ the human mumbled, but you were already heading down the hallway. He quickly followed you, awkwardly dragging his suitcase behind him as he went.Â
âUnfortunately, we have to share a bathroom, but there should be enough room for you to put your stuff in the cabinets.â You gestured toward the bathroom door and continued down the hall, briefly stopping at a closed door. âThatâs my room. Donât go in there.âÂ
You tossed a look over your shoulder to narrow your eyes at Jimin. He audibly gulped and nodded his head.Â
âGood. And this is your bedroom.â You stopped in front of the door, standing to the side so Jimin could enter. You watched him take in his surroundings, trying not to stare too much at the way his Adamâs apple bobbed every time he swallowed. He brushed his blonde bangs away from his forehead and you could see the sweat that had accumulated from the late-summer humidity outside.Â
âDo you need water?â you asked tentatively, eyes narrowed as you waited for his response. When humans sweat, they need water, right? Â
âOh yes, please!â Jimin sat his luggage down and followed you like a little puppy back to the front of your dorm where the living room and kitchen were.Â
âI donât really have a lot of dishes,â you admitted, handing him a glass. âI donât need them, soâŠâ You werenât sure if it was against best practices to talk about your diet with your human, but it was bound to come up eventually.Â
If Jimin was put off, he didnât give any reaction. He simply guzzled down his water and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you expectantly. It was annoying.Â
âThey told me they built a dining hall for⊠humans.â The word fell from Jiminâs lips awkwardly, as if heâd never said the word human before. âDo you think the food is good or should I probably just make my own food? The college I transferred from had really shitty food.âÂ
You stood there for a moment, staring at him blankly. He was joking, right?Â
âIâve never had it, so I donât know.âÂ
His eyes grew wide for a moment, but he quickly let them fall back to normal again and simply nodded his head.Â
âRight.âÂ
The two of you stared at each other for much longer than you were comfortable with. Jimin leaned against the kitchen counter and shamelessly watched you, never looking away when you caught his gaze.Â
âYou never told me your name,â he said with a small smile, as though he thought you were being forgetful and cute.Â
âThey didnât tell you who you were rooming with?âÂ
The human shook his head.
âIâm Y/N.â It seemed pretty dumb of him to agree to live with someone you didnât have any information on, but you reminded yourself that youâd done the same thingâŠÂ
âHow old are you?âÂ
Your eyebrows shot up at his sudden question and you blinked a few times in surprise. âWhat, do you think Iâm from the 1800s or some shit? Some ancient freak?âÂ
âNo! I just, I was just wondering,â he stuttered, lips sticking out in a nervous pout. You could hear his heartbeat increase slightly.Â
âIâm twenty-two. Shocking, huh?â You took a step towards Jimin and his heart picked up again. With narrowed eyes, you leaned into his personal space, close enough to see your own reflection in his eyes. How funny.Â
âYou humans watch Twilight and suddenly think youâre experts.â As you spoke you watched Jiminâs eyes land on your mouth, likely noticing your elongated canines for the first time. âDonât believe everything you see on TV, kid. It might get you into trouble.âÂ
You took a step back and allowed Jimin some space to breathe because you noticed heâd stopped at some point in your little interrogation. Definitely didnât want your human passing out on his first day. You were sure the university administration would hate that.Â
âGimme your phone.âÂ
âWhat?â Jimin eyed you curiously.Â
âGimme your phone.â You held out your hand impatiently. âRoommates need to have each otherâs numbers. Didnât you have a roommate at your old college?âÂ
âYeah, but heâŠâÂ
You didnât need Jimin to finish his sentence. You knew what he was going to say. But he wasnât a vampire.Â
With a huff you snatched his phone out of his hand, quickly inputting your number before handing it back. âDonât call me unless itâs an emergency. I hate talking on the phone.âÂ
Jimin nodded quickly, hopefully learning that he would be better off keeping his mouth shut.Â
âGood. I gotta go to class, but uh, make yourself at home.âÂ
As it turned out, surprisingly, Jimin was a pretty chill roommate. After everything youâd heard about humans growing up, youâd thought he would require a lot more work. Thankfully, he was rather self-sufficient. He spent most of his time in the library, not that you knew that; all you were going off of was what heâd told you. And when he was at your dorm, he didnât require much out of you. The main thing that you could really live without was his incessant questions.Â
âDo you care if I use garlic? Garlic powder?âÂ
You lifted your head from where you laid sprawled out on the living room couch, pillow tucked under your arm and a Nat Geo special about King Tut on the TV. You could see Jimin standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
Jimin turned to look at you, a soft pout forming on his face that could only be explained by his desire to be accommodating for you, despite having no idea what he was fucking talking about.Â
âWell, is it true that vampires donât like garlic?â He brushed his bangs out of the way and looked into your eyes from across the room. Unlike the other humans scurrying around the university, intimidated by their vampire peers, Jimin met your gaze with no hesitation or timidness. It was odd.Â
âNo. Thatâs a myth,â you said with a sigh, plopping down on your pillow. Jimin had thrown these types of stereotypical questions your way at least three times a day. Initially it had pissed you off, but he was slowly starting to wear you down. It was hard to get mad when he looked at you with such soft eyes, lips slightly parted, a look of earnestness on his face as though you were going to give him forbidden knowledge. Â
If anything, the worst part was him simply existing. Youâd never spent so much time with a human in such close proximity before. Youâd assumed after the first few days youâd get used to the sound of his heart, the smell of his skin, the way you could see his pulse in his neck when he was hunched over his textbooks at the kitchen table.Â
Yet here you were, weeks later, subconsciously licking your lips as you watched him watch you.Â
Jimin let out a small hmm and turned back to the grocery list he was making. Assuming the conversation was over, you turned back to your show and settled deeper into the blanket you had wrapped around you.Â
âIs it true that vampire bites feel good?âÂ
Jimin migrated to the living room and dared to sit down on the other end of the couch you were lying on. The close proximity genuinely startled you, although you refused to let it show. Youâd never been so close to him, and for good reason. Everything about his smell and the pumping of his veins inside his body was enhanced the closer he got to you. You could feel your own breathing hitch, and you quickly sat up. Â
âWho told you that?â you asked him slowly, tongue heavy in your mouth.Â
Jimin shrugged, leaning his head back slightly to run his fingers through his blonde locks. The action exposed his neck slightly, making his Adamâs apple more prominent. âIâve just heard people say that.âÂ
You stared at him for a long time, unsure of how you should approach the question. The training your university had provided hadnât addressed anything like this.Â
âIt can⊠depending on the situation.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him. âWhy do you want to know this shit all of a sudden?âÂ
âItâs not all of a sudden.â Jimin gave you a smile that reached his eyes. He brought up his legs to cross them on the couch. âIâm just curious. Iâve never had a vampire friend before.âÂ
Friend. He thought you were friends. Cute. Unrealistic, but cute.
âGetting bitten hurts like hell, obviously. Itâs pointy bones stabbing into your flesh,â you said with an exasperated sigh. You drew your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them. âBut the⊠venom in our⊠fangs⊠makes the experience feel pleasurable after the initial pain. I think scientists say itâs like being high or something.âÂ
You didnât like the panicky feeling in your chest as you shared what felt like deep, dark secrets with an outsider. The thing was that a simple Google search could tell him everything he wanted to know.
You could practically see the gears turning in Jiminâs head as he reflected on what youâd explained. It made the anxiety in you heighten, and you felt the need to add a disclaimer to your words, âBut some vampires are really sadistic. They like to make it hurt.âÂ
Why you thought you needed to protect him was beyond you. Maybe because you thought he was dumb. And you didnât like the way your peers eyed him in the halls like he was something to eat.Â
âSome humans donât mind a little pain.âÂ
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. What the fuck? Was Jimin alluding to something or was he merely playing devilâs advocate?Â
He bit his bottom lip and you saw his eyes roam your face, which you quickly tried to make neutral and expressionless. It was too late, though. The tiniest of smirks lifted up the corner of Jiminâs mouth.Â
âWell, I wouldnât know. Iâve never been bitten by another vampire,â you said with a glare, but you were lying through your teeth. Your last ex-boyfriend had been⊠weird, to say the least. Not that Jimin needed to know that.Â
You quickly stood up, gathering your blanket and phone. âEnd of discussion. Some things are better not knowing,â you said with a sharp look at Jimin, but his smirk had disappeared. In its place was a soft pout and his puppy eyes gazed up at you with a look of innocence your mind could hardly comprehend.Â
âThank you, Y/N,â he said gently, standing up. He reached out to run his fingers along your forearm. âI like talking to you. You make me feel less different.âÂ
His hand was warm against your deathly cold skin and if you still had a working heart you knew it would be hammering to get out of your chest. A human had never touched you before.Â
âUh⊠Iâm happy I could be of service,â you spoke barely above a whisper, looking away from Jiminâs gaze. Now you were the one sounding stupid.Â
âIâm going to the store, but if you need anything, let me know!â And with that Jimin headed back to the kitchen to retrieve his grocery list and jacket. Even after the front door was shut and locked, you couldnât look away from where Jimin had been. What the fuck had just happened?Â
âSooooooo, are you really gonna make me ask?âÂ
You let out a long sigh and leaned back into your friendâs couch. Although you knew she hated when you did it, you propped your feet on the coffee table in front of you, ankles crossed. At least you werenât wearing shoes, right?Â
âI have nothing to report.âÂ
âY/N, shut the fuck up and tell me how things are going. Itâs been weeks and you still havenât told me anything.âÂ
âWell, Nikki, if I shut the fuck up, then I wonât be able to tell you anything, will I?â
Nikki gave a loud huff and pretended like she was going to throw her beer bottle at you. Being doused in blood-based beer wasnât pleasant, and you knew from experience. One too many vampire-only music festivals over the summer and itâd do it to you.Â
You brought your own bottle to your lips, grimacing as you swallowed. You couldnât understand why you drank this shit.Â
âItâs been weird, thatâs how itâs been. He wonât stop following me around, asking me stupid questions.âÂ
âYou might be being too hard on him. Ever thought about that?â Nikki cocked her head to the side and gave you a scolding look. âHeâs new! To a new school and a totally different environment than heâs used to. Maybe he has never even met a vampire before.âÂ
âOh, trust me, he hasnât. I can just tell.â Your nose scrunched up at your recollection of a few choice questions heâd thrown at you in the few weeks youâd known him.Â
âHow?â
âWell, letâs see. He asked me how old I was the first day. Yesterday he asked me if it hurt when I got turned, and then when I explained that I was born, he barely disguised his look of disgust.â
âAre you sure it was disgust? Maybe it was just shock? Most humans donât know vampires can have children.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at Nikki. âYou asked me to tell you whatâs been going on and Iâm telling you.â
âOkay, okay.â Nikki raised her hands up in surrender and nestled into the armchair she was sitting in, beer clasped between her slender hands.Â
There were a lot of reasons why Nikki was your best friend, but one major reason was because the two of you were the only born vampires in your friend group. The rest had been turned at various stages of their lives, but you and Nikki had been born with the curse, only becoming immortal once you turned twenty and had your first taste of human blood. If humans thought getting a period for the first time was a major life milestone, a born vampireâs first meal was akin to a spiritual awakening. You and Nikki had attended each otherâs ceremonies, and you were sworn with blood magic to never speak of it to anyone but the people who were there.Â
Shit like that bonded people a lot more than explaining how to put in a tampon.Â
âI guess it could be worse. Heâs nice, at least. And he listens to me when I tell him what to do.âÂ
Nikki snorted. âOf course. Obedience. Your favorite quality in a man.â
âAnd so few have it in them,â you matched your friendâs snort. âYâknow, maybe I should keep this little human around. He could be useful.âÂ
âOh, for what, pray tell?âÂ
âPray tell? You need to stop hanging out with Jinâs 400-year-old ass. Heâs got you talking like a weirdo.âÂ
âLeave me alone! Youâre the one wanting a henchman to do your evil bidding.âÂ
âDo you think I could convince him to do my homework?â
Nikki rolled her eyes and tilted her head to knock back the rest of her beer. That would mark bottle number four, at least. She was in her âoffâ part of her on-and-off relationship, which meant lots of shitty beer and gossiping and crying and doing other emotional things you werenât a fan of.Â
âI think that sounds very high school, but maybe? If heâs smart.âÂ
You gave Nikki a nod, but let the conversation fall flat. Your roommate wasnât smart at all, at least not when it came to street smarts. He definitely seemed like an academic genius, though. Heâd gotten a massive scholarship and he was studying to become a doctor of some sort⊠not your thing as a History major. There was one night youâd gotten home rather late, and youâd found him asleep in the living room, the coffee table stacked with large textbooks and notes with science-y things you didnât understand. How was he not even a month into school and already up to his ears in work?Â
You also werenât ready to admit how youâd gotten used to having his little pouty face around. It was the way he sung to himself as he cooked, using the spatula as a microphone and gliding his feet along the tile in a cute little dance. Or how youâd woken up to him tucking you in with your favorite blanket when youâd fallen asleep on the couch, never scared to approach you despite the horrible things youâd heard humans say about vampires.Â
âWhen are you going to introduce us?â Nikkiâs absurd question pulled you from your thoughts.Â
âExcuse me? Why would you need to meet him?âÂ
Nikki leaned towards you from her seat, her dark eyes shining red in the dim lighting of her living room. âAm I just never going to go to your dorm ever again? Obviously I have to meet him at some point!âÂ
You frowned and Nikki let out a laugh of victory, knowing that you had no comeback to fight her sound logic.Â
âWhat does he look like? Show me a pic.â She made grabby hands at your phone, which you held tightly against your chest.Â
âI donât have any pictures of him, what the fuck.âÂ
Nikki eyed you for the hopeless case that you were and settled for pulling out her own phone. âPark⊠JiminâŠâ she muttered to herself as she typed. You saw her long index finger swipe up the phone and you fought your urge to get up to see what she was doing.Â
âIs this him?â Nikki held her phone out to you, revealing an Instagram account. Sheâd brought up the most recent photo posted.Â
âUhhh⊠yeah. He must have just dyed his hair âcause he definitely didnât look like that this morning.âÂ
âOoh, heâs cute, Y/N. You failed to mention that in all your complaining,â Nikki giggled, bringing her phone back to her face to continue scrolling. âAn account called oppa_pics liked this? He got over a thousand likes in two hours? And holy fuck, his neck⊠Y/N, his neck isâŠÂ gorgeous. Like, he literally put it on display.âÂ
âLet me see,â you reached for Nikkiâs phone, but she swatted at your hand.Â
âUse your own phone. Iâm looking to see if he has any thirst traps.âÂ
You didnât want to use your phone because then that would mean that you went out of your way to learn more about the man living with you. No matter how thick his neck was and how soft his lips looked, you wanted to avoid crossing the line into friendship. It would be easier to ignore your growing interest in him if you blocked him out of your mind.Â
âI wonder who Imani Harris is⊠maybe his girlfriend? She comments on, like, all his photos,â Nikki spoke mostly to herself as she scrolled through the rest of Jiminâs Instagram. You opted to scroll through TikTok instead, trying to fight your sudden curiosity in whatever girl was thirsting after your roommate on his socials. Â
A sudden squeal from Nikki had you covering your sensitive ears. âWhat the fuck, Nik?âÂ
âY/N, he has so many shirtless pics if you scroll down to last summer. Look at his abs. Look at them.â Nikki was back to shoving her phone in your face.Â
It was hard to deny the fact that your new roommate was hiding a killer body beneath his loose-fitting hoodies and joggers. If the hills and valleys of his abdomen werenât enough, he had a tattoo across his ribs as well.Â
âI thought humans werenât supposed to look like thatâŠâ Nikki bit her thumb, her fangs gleaming. âHeâs so fit⊠God, his neck, Y/N. Does he really look like that in real life? How the fuck are you living with that?âÂ
âDonât you think itâs kinda stupid? He goes to a vampire university, Nikki. And heâs showing himself off like a fucking snack. Literally.â You pressed your lips tight against each other and gave Nikki a hard look. She slowly released her thumb and tucked her phone away, giving you a weak smile.Â
âSorry. I just donât think Iâve ever seen a human Iâve wanted to both fuck and murder so strongly.âÂ
âWow, not the âMâ word,â you groaned with a roll of your eyes. âThis is exactly why they shouldnât have even let humans in here in the first place. And why I didnât want you to meet him.âÂ
âIâm not going to do anything to him!â Nikki protested. âI mean, nothing he wouldnât want me to doâŠâ The mischievous grin flashed for a moment, but it died on her lips when she watched you swing your feet off the coffee table and stand up.Â
You grabbed your half-empty beer bottle to pour out and toss in the trash. âI gotta go. Iâm exhausted.âÂ
âOkay⊠If you need anything, let me know? All jokes aside, I know this is a hard transition for you.â Nikki stood to wrap her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a firm but caring embrace.Â
âDonât worry about me, Nik. You know Iâm chill.â You flashed her a peace sign and slipped through her front door. The moon was full and centered in the sky as you walked home, casting an eerie light that wavered in the humid air. You were, in fact, chill. But this human might possibly be what made you snap.Â
And you were going to snap a lot sooner than youâd initially thought.Â
You swung the front door to your dorm open, kicked off your sneakers, and rounded the corner to the living room. Despite only having a beer and a half compared to Nikkiâs four, youâd been drinking on an empty stomach and the alcohol really hit you harder than expected. So at first you thought you were going crazy when you heard not one, but two pounding heartbeats echoing through the apartment in a symphony of chaos.Â
That is, until you laid your eyes on your living room couch.Â
Youâd certainly have enough to report back to Nikki, now. Jimin was sitting on the couch, shirtless and wearing a pair of joggers. He had his head leaned against the back of the couch to expose the smooth, milky skin of his neck.Â
You swallowed thickly, mouth hanging open slightly as your hungry eyes followed the length of his neck to find a pair of lips sucking one of many hickeys on his throat.Â
The girl straddling Jiminâs lap was someone youâd never seen before, which wasnât surprising since she was human. Both straps of her sundress were pushed down her shoulders and the hem of the dress was hiked up her thighs. Jiminâs hands were hidden beneath the girlâs dress, but you could tell that he was gripping her ass to guide her as she started grinding into his crotch.Â
You watched Jiminâs plump lips part and you heard the softest of whines come from his mouth. You couldnât breathe. Not that you even needed to, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless.Â
So, maybe it was your fault because you didnât have the talk with Jimin yet, but youâd also assumed he wouldnât be bringing anyone over to your dorm after being at school for less than a month. Not with that baby face. Who was wanting to fuck Park Jimin? Puffy cheeks and pouty lips? Maybe if they liked looking at bambi eyes during sex, you scoffed to yourself.Â
The girl pulled away from Jiminâs neck, likely to kiss him instead, and that was enough to break the spell youâd fallen under. Now you were bubbling hot with frustration at your new little roommate getting his freak on in the fucking living room when he had a whole ass bedroom he couldâve locked himself in.Â
âHaving fun?â You snickered, arms crossed against your chest. You enjoyed the way the girlâs eyes grew wide as she looked up at you, scrambling to fix her dress. You gave her a sickeningly sweet smile as she fumbled with a pathetic attempt at an apology. You were finding that there was nothing more entertaining than watching the fear spike through humansâ eyes when their gaze landed on your fangs.Â
You ignored Jimin, not interested in dealing with him quite yet.Â
âIâm, Iâm, Iâm so sorry,â the girl stuttered, avoiding your gaze as she reached for her shoes.Â
âI, I, I donât care,â you mocked her, the smile still maintained. âGet out of my dorm. And if youâre gonna let him rail you in the future, do it in your own fucking house or at least in his bedroom, aight? Not on my couch where I fucking watch Disney+.âÂ
Your straightforwardness clearly shocked the girl because she rushed past you immediately without so much as a glance in Jiminâs direction. You didnât give a fuck if she was some random hookup or his girlfriend, as Nikki had suggested Jimin might have one. You were tired and grumpy and fed up with talking about Jimin all day long.Â
Once you heard the front door slam shut, you turned your attention to your little human who still sat with his legs spread on the couch, torso still exposed.Â
You did your best to ignore the bright red spots on his neck where the blood vessels had been ruptured. Hickeys were like the X on a treasure map. Little splotches calling out to you, a reminder of just how easy it would be to sink your teeth-Â
âY/N.â Jimin gazed up at you with hooded eyes, his lips pink and even more swollen from kissing. His typically sweet voice dropped an octave or two, and the unfamiliar gruffness with which he spoke your name shot heat straight to your thighs. âIâm sorry. I got carried away.âÂ
A loud snort was the response you gave him as you attempted to calm yourself down. Where was the timid, baby-faced roommate of yours? Who followed you around like a bumbling idiot, both terrified of you and clinging to your every word? The man you saw before you was more of a stranger than regular Jimin, with an air of cockiness that radiated from his body in heatwaves. And if you thought his hickeys and fuck-me eyes were too much to deal with, you were in for an even bigger surprise when your eyes fell to catch sight of the outline of his erection in his pants.Â
Fucking hell.Â
You turned quickly, marching straight for your bedroom. It didnât matter that you were still hungry, and all your bottled blood was in the kitchen. There was no fucking way you were going to walk past your roommate a second time.Â
âY/N, wait,â Jimin called after you hoarsely.Â
You heard him start to follow you, but you reached your bedroom first. You closed the door quickly and locked it behind you. With your back against the door, you slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor, a hand slapped over your mouth as you struggled to stop yourself from panting. Your mind was reeling with the sound of Jiminâs heart pounding in his chest. You listened to him walk away from your room, heard his own bedroom door open and shut. You focused on inhaling through your mouth and exhaling through your nose as silently as you could to regulate your breathing.Â
Why was Jiminâs heart beating even faster? He was in his own room now; youâd hoped the distance between the two of you and the entire situation would help him calm down. Yet somehow it was getting worse.Â
This is exactly why living with humans was a bad fucking idea.Â
Frantically looking around the room, your eyes locked on your headphones. You stood to grab them off your desk when another sound mixed with Jiminâs heartbeat stopped you in your tracks.Â
âFuckâŠâÂ
You heard a soft moan, followed by a wet squelching sound that repeated in a slow but steady rhythm. He was fucking masturbating, and your hypersensitive hearing was forcing you to indulge in every little detail. On top of that, you could hear his breathing pick up, heavy sighs that flowed from his mouth to the back and forth rhythm you knew his hand was making along his cock.Â
Which, based on what youâd seen, was massive.Â
For a moment you stood there, eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the symphony of filth coming from Jiminâs bedroom. It was impossible for your body and mind to know what to latch onto: the way you could practically feel his blood coursing through his veins or the sound of him messily pumping away at himself. Or maybe the fight was between the hollow feeling in your stomach from not eating since lunch and the heat that was climbing up your neck and down your thighs the longer you stood there.
Shaking your head furiously, you rushed to put the headphones in your ears and choose literally any song on your phone that was loud enough to drown out what you were experiencing. With your headphones secured, you laid down in your bed with your eyes shut, putting all your mental energy into the loud song you had on repeat, thankful that you could no longer hear Jimin.
You liked to think that you were a responsible person. Although you werenât always a rule-follower, you knew when to take shit seriously and had little patience for stupidity. Which was why when you finally opened your eyes the next morning, you felt a spike of fear stab into the middle of your chest.Â
You shot out of bed, chest heaving and shuddering with every gasp of air, head swiveling around the room like it was barely screwed onto your neck. The headphones youâd worn throughout the night were tossed onto the floor beside your bed, along with your t-shirt and shorts. You vaguely remembered peeling off your clothes in the middle of the night after sweating so profusely theyâd become uncomfortable plastered onto your skin.Â
There was that sound again⊠the sound youâd almost gotten used to before Jimin had fucked it all up again. Jiminâs heartbeat, pitter pattering away in the kitchen as though it wasnât the bane of your existence. You ground your teeth together, one fang nicking your bottom lip hard enough to draw a tiny bit of blood, and tried to pull yourself together.Â
Jimin sat at the kitchen table with one knee pulled up against his chest in his chair, munching on pancakes heâd made for himself. Saliva gathered along your tongue, and it wasnât because of the heavenly smell of warm butter and maple syrup.Â
âGood morning!â Jiminâs smile was pushing his cheeks into his eyes, but his cheerfulness quickly disappeared as he met the gaze of your bright red eyes. You couldnât look into a mirror to see yourself even if you wanted to, but it didnât take a mirror to know that you looked fucking deranged. Bedhead a mess, eyeliner from the day before smeared, a deep grimace etched into your face. This was the first time Jimin was seeing you with hungry eyes unnaturally red, pupils dark pinpoints in the middle of your irises. It wasnât a pretty sight, that was for sure. And it wasnât meant to be. It was a warning, to yourself and anyone who crossed your path: it had been too long since youâd fed.Â
âDonât fucking talk to me,â you growled, fingers wrapping around the refrigerator handle. You were being harsh, but you felt you couldnât be responsible for what you did in a state like this. It was hard enough to ignore the violent urge to attack Jimin in the middle of the kitchen, bright and early on a fine Saturday morning.Â
âY/NâŠâ Jimin called out to your back. âAre you okay?âÂ
You spun around to face Jimin. âDo I fucking look okay?â you hissed.
If Jimin was scared of you, he certainly was doing an amazing job at hiding it. He was looking at you with an odd mix of fascination and⊠something you couldnât quite put your finger on. His bright eyes were wide and he watched you with his lips slightly parted. His tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip, and you saw his eyes sweep over your body for a moment.Â
âYou donât have any moreâŠÂ blood left.âÂ
You almost didnât hear what he said, your eyes locked on the way his lips parted and his tongue touched his teeth as he spoke that word and the way he swallowed hard once he finished speaking.Â
The burning in your chest pulled you out of your hungry stupor and you turned from Jimin to fling the refrigerator open. No bottles of your favorite prepackaged blood drinks, humanely sourced from human donors sympathetic for the vampiresâ curse (or desperate for some easy cash). Not a single one. Not even an animal-based blood beer.Â
âMotherfucker.â How had you forgotten to stock up?Â
If Jimin was smart, heâd have left already. You werenât erratic, but you certainly werenât in the best of moods. The idea of having to haul your ass all the way to the dining hall to retrieve your blood rations across campus was less than ideal. Maybe you could have Nikki or Jin bring you some; they only lived a few resident halls down.
You were ripped out of your thoughts by Jiminâs sudden presence. He leaned against the kitchen counter, carding his fingers through his fluffy pink hair. Reaching the back of his head, he let his hand run along his neck, over his collarbones, and then fall to his side once more.Â
âWhat?â You glared. You didnât like how Jimin had a habit of just looking at you. For someone who loved running his mouth with questions, he certainly sat with his mouth hanging open and nothing coming out at the most inconvenient of times.Â
âYou can drink my blood.âÂ
âWhat?!â you repeated, coughing out of shock. âJimin, what the fuck?âÂ
He looked at you through hooded eyes like he had the night before, and you remembered the whole reason why you hadnât eaten in nearly twenty-four hours.Â
âI give you permission to drink my blood.â He took a step towards you. The syrup on his breath was sugary and domestic, something you knew to be comforting in human culture, but that you had never gotten to experience before. Â
âYou have no fucking idea what youâre saying,â you hissed, backing up. But Jimin only pressed on.Â
âLet me help you.â His voice was soft and gentle, alluring even.  Â
The temptation was so strong you felt as though your body and your soul were pulling each other in opposite directions, ripping at the seams. Fuck, he would taste so good. You knew it.Â
âStop it.â You pressed your hands against his chest, holding him at armâs length. âItâs against the rules. And I will hurt you.â Letâs not pay attention to how firm he felt under your fingers. Letâs not focus on the fact that you knew firsthand what was underneath that baggy t-shirt.Â
There was too fucking much going on.Â
âI donât care,â Jimin encouraged, lips falling into a pout, though his eyes still burned into yours with an intensity that made you shiver. You, the monster.Â
Your eyes fell to his throat and you wondered if he purposefully swallowed.Â
âIâŠâ you breathed heavily, eyes finding Jiminâs once again. You could feel your resolve weaken, and somehow Jimin could sense it. He leaned into your hands, causing your elbows to bend and allowing him to get even closer.Â
âI know you want to,â he whispered, your chests now almost touching. âI saw the way you looked at me last night.âÂ
Fuck.Â
You shook your head, but you didnât make any effort to push Jimin away. You could, if you wanted to. You were naturally twice as strong as him, if not more than that. And yet you just watched as he tilted his head for you, his breathing becoming airy and shallow.Â
At that moment there was a loud knock at the door. Youâd been so distracted by Jimin that you hadnât noticed the sound of anyone approaching your dorm.Â
âShit, shit, shit,â you muttered, finally shoving Jimin away from you. He had the audacity to look upset, but you were already trying to block the entire interaction out of your brain.Â
You stood on your toes to look into the peephole and let out a low groan once you saw who was standing outside your door.Â
âNikki, what the fuck?â You pried the door open enough to poke your head out. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âI texted you multiple times - wait, oh my god, Y/N, did you get breakfast yet?â Her eyes lit up with fear, and her hands reached out to touch your cheek, finally noticing your red eyes. You shook away the physical affection.Â
âIâm about to leave now. Can you go with me?â You didnât want to make the trek alone and you needed someone to make sure you didnât get left with Jimin any longer.Â
âOf course,â Nikki nodded, concern still warping her features. âCan I come inside?âÂ
âIf you came over to get a look at JiminâŠâÂ
âNo! I swear, I was coming to see if you wanted to go to the dining hall. I swear.â You didnât believe her, but you had no choice but to let her in. You were still wearing your sweaty pajamas.Â
âDonât do anything stupid. I got issues with him today.â You knew Nikki would want more information than just that, but you werenât ready to admit anything fully.Â
Jimin was still leaning against the kitchen counter, though he meandered into the living room when Nikki plopped onto the couch.Â
âGood morning,â he said politely, that classic smile turning his eyes into half moons. âIâm Jimin.â How the fuck had he turned back into the sweet boy with puffy cheeks and a toothy grin in a matter of seconds?Â
âNice to meet you, Jimin.âÂ
You watched Nikkiâs eyes investigate Jimin from head to toe and back again, before matching his sweet demeanor by introducing herself, as well. There was no denying the interest she was taking in him; youâd have to remind her later that she technically had a boyfriend. The less time the two of them spent alone together, the better.Â
Speeding through a shower, you didnât bother to do anything with your hair or makeup, just opting to slip into jeans and a clean t-shirt. You werenât the type to care much about your appearance, unless you were doing something important. And even then, you dressed for yourself more than for anyone else.Â
Right now, you were concerned about not starving to death or attacking your psychopathic roommate. The way you looked mattered very little.Â
âOooh, I would love for you to teach me sometime,â Nikki cooed.Â
âLet me know when youâre free and we can meet up.âÂ
You could just tell from Nikkiâs voice that she had that dreamy look on her face that she got when she was trying to lure in someone she thought was cute. You came around the corner to see Jimin and Nikki sitting a bit too close together for your liking. The twinge in your gut wasnât a feeling you were very pleased to experience, and you didnât want to unpack the jealousy causing your chest to heat up. What the fuck was there to be jealous about? Youâd gladly let Jimin be someone elseâs problem.Â
âTeach you what?â You shot Nikki a suspicious look and she gave you an awkward smile.Â
âDid you know that Jimin dances? No wonder heâs got killer-âÂ
âGreat! Letâs go before the dining hall closes for the morning, aight?â You snatched Nikkiâs forearm and pulled her from the couch.Â
âBye Jimin!â Nikki waved at the boy, practically swooning over the grin he sent her way as you slammed the front door closed between them.Â
âY/N, heâs so precious, why do you act like heâs the devil?â Nikki clasped her hands together, the dreamy look still clouding her vision. You ignored her question and draped an arm over her shoulder to guide her towards food.Â
âHeâs not as innocent as he pretends to be,â you said with a tight frown. You thought you were good at reading people, but Jimin was throwing you for a loop.Â
âDid something happen?âÂ
You shook your head, stepping into the warm air outside. Another great myth debunked; vampires could be in the sun for short spurts of time without any issue. You loved the mornings when the sunâs rays werenât overbearing and you could absorb the rays with no fear of your energy being drained.Â
âY/N, you can tell me.âÂ
You sighed, knowing you shouldnât have brought it up in the first place. âHe brought some girl over and they were all over each other in the living room. It was just annoying.âÂ
âBoys are gross.â Nikki sniffed the late-summer air, sensing the impending arrival of autumn.Â
You felt a pinch of guilt mix with all the other fucked up emotions swirling around in your stomach, but you couldnât bring yourself to spill it all to Nikki. Though you werenât sure why. Ever since the two of you had met freshman year, youâd been inseparable. You knew Nikki told you everything. You were the one being a bitch.Â
Living with Jimin for almost a month was enough time for you to figure out his schedule. That meant that it was easier for you to avoid him after your little situation in the kitchen. It had been a few days and you still hadnât seen or spoken to him, purposefully waking up before he did and coming home after you knew he would be in bed. You were still attempting to process what had happened. Was Jimin attempting to reach the high that came with a vampire bite, like some kind of drug? Did he want to become a vampire?Â
Youâd heard of humans who were into that kind of shit, like fetishes or being a genuine junkie for the twisted pleasure vampires could sometimes provide. The possibilities made you shiver, and you couldnât help but think back to the way heâd immediately gone into his room to finish off what heâd started with the girl heâd brought over. Or the way he clearly enjoyed her sucking on his neck.Â
You nearly ran into the glass door of the library from being lost in your spiraling thoughts. Luckly, some kind soul opened the door for you before you could react. Although most of the research you needed to do for your history midterm paper could be done online, there was one book in particular that you needed to get your hands on.
With midterm finals around the corner, the library was unsurprisingly packed. Your desire to stay away from people pushed you to peruse the stacks and leave once you found your book, not wanting to find a place in the library to work.Â
Assuming youâd actually find the book.Â
You arrived at the bookshelf you knew the book was supposed to be, but you couldnât find it. Someone had misplaced books, authors with the last name of âAâ showing up in the âGâ section of the stacks.Â
âWhy are people so fucking stupid,â you muttered under your breath, though there was no one in the aisle to hear you. That is, until you saw a familiar face round the corner. You thought about dashing out of the aisle, but heâd already caught sight of you, his gaze boring into yours.Â
âHi,â Jimin said quietly, being mindful of the fact that you were in a library. The airy sound of his voice made your stomach flutter. He was wearing tight jeans with the knees ripped out, the material hugging his thighs in a way that pissed you off. On top of that, the cut of his t-shirt accentuated his chest and the swell of his biceps filling tightly in his sleeves.Â
You did your best to look him in the face rather than allow your eyes to travel to his smooth throat or lower.Â
âHave you been hiding from me in the library this whole time?â He gave you a sad pout, head cocked to the side. Why were you starting to feel guilty?Â
âNo,â you said flatly, turning to look at the spine of one of the books on the shelf. It was nothing interesting to you, except for in this very specific moment.Â
Jimin took another step forward. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â His voice came out low and deeper than usual. You felt its vibrations ripple through your body to your toes.Â
âI think youâre playing with something thatâs not meant to be played with,â you spoke through your teeth, not saying what you meant, but saying enough that you knew Jimin knew what you were talking about. Whatever his interest was in vampires, it was dangerous.Â
âHmm⊠but thereâs something else I want to play with, that I havenât been able to.â He gave you an innocent smile as if his words werenât laced with innuendo.Â
âJimin,â you hissed him a warning, baring your fangs in an effort to get him to back off. Although he was ever the obedient boy and did finally step out of your personal space, he held that innocent smile and never once faltered during your attempt to be intimidating. If anything, it made those adorable cheeks become even fuller, as though he were enjoying it.Â
âHey, no need for that,â he put his hands up, pointing at your teeth. âI just wanted to ask you a question.âÂ
When did Jimin not have questions for you? With a sigh, you nodded your head. The boyish smile he often wore came back and you were convinced youâd never grow tired of seeing the expression on him, even as annoying as he was.Â
âI was going to tell you earlier but I could never find youâŠâ he started off slowly, and you ignored the frown he gave you. He could have texted you if it was that important⊠âTomorrow night my dance group is having a performance and I wanted to invite you.âÂ
You blinked, clearly taken by surprise that the question wasnât some inappropriate inquiry about vampiresâ lives. Jimin looked at you with hope sparkling in his eyes.Â
âOh,â you exhaled, feeling your body relax a bit. âUmm, I need to get ahead on one of my papers, but if I feel like Iâm in a good spot I can go? Just text me the details?â It wasnât a yes, but it also wasnât a no.Â
That seemed to be enough for Jimin because he was back to beaming at you again. He bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment. âSure! And Nikki is invited, too!âÂ
You didnât like that. Not that you werenât planning on bringing her with you anyway, but you didnât like that heâd offered the idea first. âYeah, for sure. Thanks.â The two of you stared at each other while you tried to figure out how to walk away. âIâve gotta goâŠâÂ
âRight. Good luck with your paper!âÂ
You nodded a thanks and left, completely forgetting that you still hadnât gotten the book you needed.
It came as no surprise that Nikki forced you to go to Jiminâs performance. She was always forcing you to be social, though you were convinced there was an ulterior motive this time. She just wanted to see Jimin grab his dick as he thrusted and do some body rolls to sexually explicit music. It wasnât that you didnât want to see those things, too (although youâd never admit it out loud). You just didnât feel like doing shit with other people.Â
Which was why, weeks later, she was harassing you about your Halloween plans. She figured now that you were starting to become friends with Jimin (her words, not yours), it was now time for the rest of your friends to meet him.Â
Or maybe she just wanted to go to a party with Jimin and see if she could be on the receiving end of his thrusting.Â
âY/N, you have to host the Halloween party. Your dorm is the only one big enough for everyone to pregame in before we go to the frat houses.â It was the same plea Nikki had made the year before. How were you the unlucky one to always end up with the better apartment?Â
It was impossible to say no to someone like Nikki. She was determined, knew how to give a good pout, and pulled the whole âweâve been bonded for life through blood magic, you canât say no to meâ excuse. All three were a deadly combination that made you cave every single time.Â
So it was no surprise that the two of you were examining each otherâs outfits in your bedroom. Despite the fact that the party was in your own dorm, you were fashionably late. The speakers were blaring in the living room, and the living room and kitchen were already packed with your closest friends - and plenty of plus ones you didnât know.  Â
âOkay, what do you think? I think you look hot.â Nikki handed her phone to you so you could see a photo of yourself. Though you couldnât use mirrors, you could show up in digital photos. How lovely was modern technology?Â
You examined your slutty Princess Tiana outfit, zooming in on a few details before handing the phone back to Nikki.Â
âYou look hotter,â you said with a grin and a wiggle of your eyebrows, admiring her thrilling interpretation of Cinderella. Both of your outfits were complete with skirts that just barely covered your ass and the cutest garters youâd ever seen. Provocative clothing wasnât really your thing, but Halloween was all about being something you werenât. Plus, you were already kind of drunk and alcohol was perfect for loosening you up.Â
Some people even said that alcohol made you nice. What an idea!Â
âNIKKI! Y/N! COME OUT HERE!â Jinâs voice carried over the pop music.Â
You and Nikki struggled to suppress giggles as you stared at each other, tightly clutching your drinks in your hands. Jin was 400 years old; he certainly knew how to throw a party. That was why you trusted him to take over while you finished getting ready.Â
Finally satisfied with your looks, you slipped out of your bedroom with Nikki at your heels and immediately collided with Jin. No surprise, he was dressed like a 1600s pirate. You had yet to find evidence that Jin really had been a pirate in his early days, but you also didnât have a reason to think he was lying, either.Â
âWeâre doing shots and then once Hobi texts me, weâre heading over to Sig Nu,â Jin hollered over the music and you were too drunk to question if you should maybe turn it down before you all got in trouble.Â
âYou know I never turn down shots,â Nikki grinned with a shimmy of her shoulders. âBut someone has to make sure Y/N doesnât take her fucking clothes off this time.âÂ
âHey!â You jabbed Nikki in the arm with your index finger. âThat happened one time and I blame whatever the fuck ATO put in their juice.âÂ
Nikki threw her head back in a cackle, grabbing onto Jinâs waist to hold herself up as she fell backwards. He struggled to get a good grip on her without her spilling her drink all over his flowy ruffled shirt.Â
âCan you please at least attempt to stand on your own? You look like-âÂ
Jinâs mouth hung open and his eyes grew wide as he looked at you. You matched his shocked face, wondering what you might have done to make him look like heâd seen a ghost. But before you could question him, you heard a sweet voice speak behind you.Â
âY/N, you take your clothes off when you get drunk?âÂ
You turned around a bit too quickly and felt your brain slosh inside your skull. You almost thought you were imagining things when your eyes landed on your roommate in a firefighter costume. Jimin was shirtless, and his abs somehow looked even more toned than they had those many weeks ago on that disaster of a night. He wore black shorts that accentuated his muscular thighs, with red suspenders that were strapped tightly against his pec muscles. He looked like heâd walked straight out of a porno.Â
âHoly shit, Jimin, you look hot,â Nikki blurted out, finally standing on her own two feet without the help of Jin. She would pull herself together if it meant being able to check out a cute guy.Â
You and Jin both struggled to snap your mouths shut once more, eyes following Jimin as he stepped closer.Â
âThanks,â he grinned, and you felt like your legs were going to give out. The feeling only intensified when you felt Jiminâs warm, strong hands hold your bare waist for a second as he moved past you in the tight hallway. âExcuse me, princess.â You sucked in your breath at the pet name and locked eyes with Jimin. He gave you the most innocent smile when he saw the look on your face. âNice costume.âÂ
Right. Because you were dressed like Princess Tiana . AÂ princess.Â
âI need to get caught up on all the drinking. Iâm too sober right now.â And with that Jimin was on his way.Â
âLook at his back muscles. Look at his back muscles,â Nikki hissed, barely waiting until Jimin was out of earshot. She pressed a hand against her forehead and sighed. âIâm burning up. Maybe I need Jimin to put out my fire.âÂ
âYour boyfriend is quite literally in the other room,â Jin pointed out, making Nikki dramatically roll her eyes.Â
âIt was a joke, Jin.âÂ
âSure it was.âÂ
The two began to drunkenly bicker, carrying their silly argument out into the living room where the other guests were drinking and dancing in preparation for the fraternity houses. You didnât realize how long you stood in the hallway with your cup raised to your lips, eyes trained on the threshold Jimin had walked through to get to the kitchen. You should have never agreed to let him invite his friends over to pregame as well. You should have told him there would be too many vampires, that he should go find a different room to pregame in.Â
Giving your body a little shake, you tried to walk a straight line to the kitchen to find Jimin standing a bit too close to another guy, someone you vaguely recognized as one of his dance team members. The guy was much taller than him, with sandy blonde hair and dimples set so deeply in his cheeks when he smiled that you almost swooned. He was dressed in fitting scrubs that accentuated his muscles, a stethoscope around his neck. Your stomach churned when you watched the guy loop his finger around Jiminâs suspenders, pulling him close to whisper something in his ear. Whatever he said made Jimin bite his bottom lip.Â
âJimin,â you called out, determined to break up whatever the fuck that was, though you werenât sure why you felt that way.Â
Eyes wide like heâd been caught, Jimin took a step back from the other man and turned to you. âYeah?âÂ
âAre you going to Sig Nu with us?âÂ
He nodded slowly. âNamjoonâs in Sigma Nu.â He jutted a thumb at his friend and the man gave you a large grin.
Ignoring Namjoon, you kept your eyes on Jimin. âJust⊠Please be careful, okay? Crazy shit always happens at that house.âÂ
âThank you,â he smiled. âBut I think Iâll be fine.â You hated the way Namjoon smirked at your concerns, catching Jiminâs eye.Â
You couldnât question Jimin any further because Jin started rounding up everyone in your dorm to smash themselves like sardines into the kitchen, screaming his rendition of Shots, Lil Jonâs part, of course. You couldnât help but laugh; Jin really loved his early 2000âs bangers.Â
After having one too many shots of your own, you vaguely remembered getting to the frat house. It was all a blur of you and Nikki holding each other up, singing along to some other terrible pop music as you skipped down the road, your army of friends following around you. In your drunkenness youâd lost track of Jimin, but you decided that you didnât care. He could have his dance team friend with the muscles and the stethoscope. You did not care.Â
âNikki, I need to have sex,â you declared into your friendâs ear. The two of you stood in the corner of the kitchen, filling up on drinks.Â
âWith me?âÂ
âWhat? No!â you gasped. âWait⊠Do you want to have sex with me?âÂ
âNo! I was just making sure I knew what you were talking about!âÂ
The two of you bursted into a fit of giggles, catching the attention of a few frat guys passing through.Â
âYou look fucking hot and youâre in a house full of horny college boys. Just go out there and shake a lil ass. Someone will swoop you up.âÂ
âI guessâŠâ Random hookups werenât your thing at all, but maybe this was what you needed. You hadnât had sex in a really long time; perhaps an orgasm could reset your brain.Â
âGo! Please let me live vicariously through you since Jin wonât let me be a freak.â Nikki gave you a hearty slap on the ass and pushed you into the main room where everyone was dancing.Â
With alcohol flowing through you, it was easy to get lost in the feeling of the music and the heavy air inside the house, sticky with the scent of sweat and beer. Nikki hadnât been wrong; it didnât take long for you to feel hands slide along your sides, fingers brushing your exposed midriff before each hand settled on grabbing your hips. Whoever the man was used his grip on your hips to pull you backwards against his chest. With your eyes closed, you leaned your head against the manâs chest and girated with him to the music, grinding your ass on his crotch to feel it already semi-hard as his hands tickled the smooth skin of your hips. Dancing with strangers was a normal part of frat parties. Although you were always careful about your surroundings, being intoxicated definitely loosened you up a bit, and you were more willing to agree to things that were a bit less logical.Â
You felt lips brush against your earlobe and the manâs breath against your neck sent a tingling sensation down to your core. He was human. You could feel his pulse pressed against your shoulder blades.Â
âY/N,â the man spoke into your ear just loud enough for you to hear over the loud music and your eyes shot open.Â
âJiminâŠâ you inhaled shakily, pausing your dancing.Â
âIâve missed you,â he said with a sigh, dipping his head down to press his lips against the soft spot of your jaw below your ear.Â
You shivered, his mouth searing your skin with a heat that made your senses go feral. Where was all this coming from? You knew Jimin had been confident with you in the past, but this was a whole different level of boldness. Youâd never been so close to him before, let alone have him kissing you.Â
âNo you havenât. We were literally pregaming in our dorm an hour ago. Youâre just drunk.âÂ
âYeah, but we never spend time together,â he protested against your skin. You felt his right hand glide to your front to play with the hem of your skirt. You finally turned around to look at him, his hand now resting on your ass. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh. Â
âPark Jimin.â Whatever threat you had for him had dissolved on your tongue the moment you met his dark eyes. You were pressed against his bare chest, the skin of your stomach meeting his. His cheeks were puffy with a smile and bright red from being flushed due to the alcohol pumping through his system. A bit of perspiration was making his face shiny and his pink bangs were brushed up, exposing more of his forehead.Â
âYes?â He grinned with his teeth, the lights of the party dancing in his bloodshot eyes. Â
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Nikki watching the two of you with raised eyebrows. âI canâtâŠâ You turned back to Jimin. âWe canât.â You couldnât bring yourself to finish your sentence, but it didnât matter.Â
You quickly detached yourself from Jiminâs hold and rushed towards Nikki, refusing to look back. You needed to get away from the sound of his heart, the sweet smell of his skin, the tantalizing memory of the sounds beating from his bedroom those many weeks ago. He was too dangerous; you couldnât trust yourself around him anymore.Â
âUmm, what was that?â Nikki grabbed your arm and pulled you off to the side of the room, away from the sea of horny, grinding college students.Â
âHeâs been flirting with me for months,â you blurted out, the alcohol making you finally fess up.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?!â You could hear the hurt in Nikkiâs voice, but you couldnât worry about that right now.Â
âYou donât get it,â you pleaded with her. âI canât do this anymore, Nikki. Heâs⊠heâs too much.âÂ
Nikki crossed her arms against her chest and gave you a hard look. It was usually you who was the one to be shooting daggers with your eyes, but this time Nikki was taking control.Â
âYou literally just said you wanted to go find someone to have sex with,â she challenged you.Â
âHeâs a human,â you spoke in a strained, exasperated tone.Â
Nikki shot her angry glare off to the side to discourage some gross frat boy from walking in your direction. âFuck off, weâre talking, okay?âÂ
She turned back to you, âYeah, no shit. Who cares? He wants you, you obviously want him. I know you, Y/N. You think youâre a bitch, but youâre a genuinely good person. You wonât hurt him.âÂ
You scoffed, but it was half-hearted. Nikkiâs eyes softened a bit as she watched you, reaching out to take your hand. âIf you would just stop being such a hardass and accept him for what he is, you might find that you actually like himâŠâÂ
âOh shut up, youâre drunk.âÂ
âSo?? You know my best advice and wisdom comes out when Iâm drunk!â Nikki punched you in the arm and threw her head back in an eruption of laughter. You could practically feel Jin pushing through the crowd to find her, as if her laugh was his alert that Nikki was probably going to fall over at any moment.Â
You chewed on your bottom lip, twisting your hands together. Maybe Nikki was right. Maybe youâd been freaking out too much. Sure, Jimin had some weird fascination with vampires, but a lot of humans did. And sure, he was quite literally mouthwatering, but Nikki knew you better than anyone else in the world, and she knew you would never harm another person (if they didnât deserve it). Jimin was gentle and trustworthy.Â
âFuck it,â you hissed, dropping your hands and spinning around to where Jimin had stood. But, of course, he was nowhere to be found. You waved down Jin whoâd passed through the sea of people.Â
âCan you watch Nikki?â you asked him.Â
Nikki punched you again. âHey, I donât need a babysitter!âÂ
Jin rolled his eyes and wrapped a firm arm around his friend. You gave him a small smile in thanks and began to walk away. But you paused, turning for a second.Â
âDo you know where Jimin is?âÂ
Jin cocked his head to one side and gave you a long stare. âI saw him go upstairs with Celeste.â Jin barely got the fellow vampireâs name out of his mouth before you were pushing your way through the living room of the frat house, finding the front stairs and hurrying up them, not caring who might try to look up your skirt as you went.Â
Celeste was a psychopath. You were absolutely sure of it. Ever since humans were allowed into the university, she had been seen luring human men into her clutches more than once. And they always walked away completely ruined or absolutely obsessed with her. She was playing them like Barbie dolls, putting them under her spell. And it wasnât just sex. You knew she was drinking from them. Everyone knew.Â
The music was muted upstairs which made it a bit easier to listen for voices as you crept down the hallway. You stopped at each bedroom door, leaning close to listen for, well, anything. So far, every room you peeked into was unoccupied - which was surprising for a frat party. The longer it took, the more anxiety built up inside of your chest. You tried not to think about what might be happening between Jimin and Celeste because the deeper your brain got sucked into those thoughts, the more you wanted to throw up.Â
Pull yourself together, you scolded yourself. Maybe you should have left Jimin alone. He was an adult; he could take care of himself. What he did was none of your business.Â
Youâd almost convinced yourself that all of that was true until you heard a familiar giggle from the bedroom to your left. You lunged for the doorknob and felt like crying when you found it locked. You could technically rip the thing off, but that wouldnât be very polite to whoeverâs bedroom it was.Â
âSorry, this room is taken!â you heard Celesteâs sing-songy voice attempt to push you away.Â
âOpen the fucking door, Celeste,â you hissed, rattling the doorknob. âDonât make me have to rip it the fuck off. I bet Suyoon wouldnât be very happy with you.â Suyoon, her boyfriend and president of Sigma Nu. Celeste really was trash.Â
You heard a loud sigh and suddenly the door was being flung open. The other vampire was donning a slutty maid outfit, her boobs pushed up so far they were practically in her face. You looked around her to see Jimin sitting on the edge of the bed, and for once he actually looked mad at you.Â
âWhat do you want, Y/N?â Celeste snapped her fingers in your face to get your attention. You wanted to fucking bite them off.Â
âJimin, weâre leaving,â you commanded, ignoring Celeste.Â
âSo now you want me around?â Jimin sneered. It was the expression he gave you, and less the words, that stung. You shot him the dirtiest look you could muster and bared your fangs with a low hiss.
âWe. Are. Fucking. Leaving.âÂ
âJimin, you donât have to listen to her,â Celeste cooed, walking back to stand beside Jimin. She lifted his chin to have him look into her eyes, stretching his neck all the way out. âYou want to stay here with me, donât you?âÂ
The air in the room grew cold and you felt a heavy weight press down on your chest. It was then that you realized what she was doing. She was hypnotizing him.Â
âCeleste, stop it!â You pushed the other vampire, causing her to stumble backwards and break her connection with Jimin. âYouâre not allowed to manipulate the humansâ minds.âÂ
Giving Jimin an apologetic look, you slapped him in the face as hard as you could without severely injuring him. âOw, what the fuck?â he cursed, holding his hand to his cheek.Â
Shaking your head, you grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet, ignoring the way steam was practically shooting from Celesteâs ears. She couldnât do or say anything; she knew she was in the wrong, and there was too much she could fuck up if she kept pushing her luck. So she watched you drag Jimin out of the room in silence, her arms crossed against her chest.Â
âWhy did you slap me?â he pouted, still rubbing his cheek. You led him down the stairs and pushed him through the front door. The cool October air was a welcomed reprieve from the stuffiness of the frat house. You maneuvered through groups of people loitering in the front yard until you reached the sidewalk. It was then that you finally let go of your death drip on Jiminâs arm.Â
âCeleste was fucking with your brain,â you said simply. You clenched your jaw, working your molars into each other, and tried to focus on the walk to your dorm instead of the man who followed you.Â
âMaybe I wanted her to.âÂ
You stopped in your tracks and grabbed onto one of Jiminâs suspenders, pulling him close to your face. âShe was going to drain you until youâre barely clinging to life and then blame someone else for it, just like she did that kid who went to the hospital last month. You know that kid?â Jimin nodded his head, eyes wide as he stared at your mouth. âEveryone said he got alcohol poisoning but you canât believe shit that comes out her mouth. Sheâs evil, Jimin. And youâre stupid.âÂ
You let him go, the suspender snapping against his bare skin and causing him to yelp. âSo next time I have to save your ass from a psychopath, you better fucking listen to me.âÂ
The two of you spent the rest of the walk in silence. You sent a text to Nikki to let her know that youâd made it to your dorm safely, and then you shoved Jimin through the door, slamming it shut a bit too aggressively.Â
âDrink some water,â you commanded gruffly. You held onto the wall to steady yourself as you took off your heels, eyes still glaring at Jimin when he met your gaze. This was exactly why Nikkiâs encouragement was stupid. Vampires and humans were just incompatible.Â
You could not believe youâd really thought about fucking him.Â
You gingerly tiptoed down the hall to your bedroom, feet sore from the uncomfortable shoes. They were the least of your worries. You felt like youâd just hopped off an emotional rollercoaster, head still spinning and your legs trying to remember how to walk. Despite feeling absolutely disgusting, you couldnât bring yourself to take a shower. It felt like too much effort, so you opted for stripping your costume off and pulling a baggy t-shirt on. Figuring youâd at least brush your teeth, you stepped back into the hallway.Â
Before you could enter the bathroom, you felt Jiminâs arm snake around your waist, pulling you against him. âThank you,â he said slowly, drawing his bottom lip into his teeth for a moment. âThank you for looking out for me.âÂ
âItâs what friends are for, right?â Your body tensed in his embrace, and you couldnât meet his gaze. The more time you spent with Jimin, the harder it was to understand him.Â
âI donât want you to be my friend,â Jimin breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. âI want you to touch me.âÂ
âWhat?â You swallowed thickly, eyes shooting up to look at him.Â
âI want you to touch me⊠here.â He took your hand and placed it against his neck, pressing your fingertips into the skin above his pulse. You let out a shaky breath as you felt his heart beat against your fingers.Â
âAnd hereâŠâ He dragged your hand from his neck down the length of his naked chest. ââŠand hereâŠâ He pressed your hand against the hard bulge in his pants. Curling his fingers, he wrapped your hand around his cock over his pants. Tightening your fingers beneath his, Jimin bucked into your palm slightly. His eyes never once left yours, and you watched his mouth slowly part. A light whine left his lips when he squeezed your hand around himself even harder. Holding his stare as he jacked himself off with your hand was proving to be too much for you. You could feel your pussy begin to throb, your arousal a burning heat between your thighs. It was the only time you really felt warm, felt alive.Â
âI brought Imani over on purpose,â he said in a low voice, hand still moving yours back and forth. âI thought it might make you jealous.âÂ
âOhhâŠâ Your fingers reached a damp spot in the front of Jiminâs pants and his heartbeat quickened.Â
âSometimes I think you think Iâm more oblivious than I really am,â he said with a small laugh, a twinkle in his eye that wasnât there before; however, it quickly diffused into something much darker. âI know you heard me.âÂ
You halted the movements of your hand and willed yourself to get a grip on the situation. How had you so easily fallen into Jiminâs trap?Â
âWhat are you talking aboutâŠâ you questioned slowly, pulling your hand away from him.Â
Jimin leaned into you further, closing the space youâd created between the two of you. âI know you heard me in my room when Imani left,â he whispered, licking his lips. âTouching myself. Do you know what I was thinking about?âÂ
You stayed silent and the realization that you werenât going to speak made Jimin laugh again.Â
âYou,â he finally spoke once more. âI was thinking about you. Imagining you were the one biting my neck.âÂ
It felt like your legs were going to give out beneath you, but you stiffened your body to hold yourself together. There was no way you were going to give in that easily, no matter what Nikki said.Â
âNeed I remind you that you were about to fuck Celeste not even half an hour ago?â you snapped. Youâd never been interested in anyone who considered you disposable. Replaceable.Â
Jimin shrugged, his face going soft for a split second. âCeleste isnât you, though.âÂ
You were at a loss for words. Jimin ran his nose up the length of your neck, stopping to nibble on your earlobe. It was insane how his gestures werenât anything big; he hadnât even attempted to kiss you or touch your body more than what heâd done at the party. So how were these small actions already unraveling you?Â
âBite me, Y/N. Please.â Jimin was practically begging. He slotted one of his legs between yours and ground his erection up into your thighs, your t-shirt pushed up to reveal your underwear. Â
Despite what people may have thought about your tough demeanor, youâd never drank a personâs blood aside from during your coming of age ceremony. You were scared. Scared of becoming the monster society wanted so badly to make you out to be.Â
âYouâre drunk.â The argument was feeble and you both knew it. Jimin was probably more sober than you were at this point.Â
âI want this,â he pushed on. âI want you.â He grabbed the back of your head and finally crashed his lips into yours. They were so fucking silky it made your chest ache for how many months youâd gone not knowing their caress. He forced you to swallow the softest of moans youâd ever heard in your life. Jiminâs moans sounded like the sigh of an angel, but the high pitched edge of lust that made the moan draw out against your mouth was what reminded you that this was anything but innocent. No matter how sweet Jimin looked.Â
You felt his tongue slip inside of your mouth and the tip of it ran along the sharp point of one of your fangs. Jimin pressed his tongue just hard enough to prick it, causing the tiniest bit of blood to leak into your mouth.
Your eyes flew open and you shoved Jimin away from you.Â
âJimin, what the fuckâŠâ You swallowed, but the taste of his blood was like thick nectar coating the inside of your mouth. âYou did that on purpose.âÂ
âI did,â he grinned, grabbing a fistfull of your t-shirt to pull you close again. You wanted to slap the smirk off Jiminâs face, but your body took over and you found yourself latched onto him again. You wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked on it.Â
âDo it,â Jimin pulled away, pupils blown out and face flushed pink. âYou want it. I see it in your eyes.âÂ
Your brain screamed for you to stop, but your body backed Jimin up until his legs hit your bed. You pushed his shoulders down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, giving you better access to his upper body since he was so much taller than you standing.Â
âIf it hurts too much⊠push me away, okay? You have to push me away.â Your hands trembled as you tilted his head back and to the side, red eyes zeroing in on his pulse under his skin. And with that you plunged your fangs into the soft skin of Jiminâs neck.Â
You werenât sure which one of you moaned, but it was carnal, feral. It was a cry that came from pure animalistic instinct. For a moment you forgot all about Jimin. Your mind was completely blank aside from the taste of him in your mouth. You lapped up his blood with so much fervor you were making obscene sounds echo through the bedroom.Â
âFuck Jimin,â you moaned into his skin. âYou taste so good.âÂ
Nothing could have prepared you for the whimper that fell from his plump lips or the way he began to pant with need. You pulled away to see his eyes flutter and roll back in his head, lost in an ecstasy only you could bring him. Oddly, there was something empowering in that. You felt yourself swell with a smug pride in knowing you had this man weakly trembling under your touch.Â
âMore,â he asked hoarsely.Â
Pushing Jimin onto his back, you climbed on top of him to straddle his legs. You leaned down and pressed a hot kiss against his chest before dragging your fangs along the ripples of his abdomen, leaving small scratch marks barely deep enough to draw the smallest amount of blood. You swiftly dipped your head to run your tongue along the muscles, licking up any blood that rose to the surface. The pinprick of pain made Jimin whimper again and he squirmed beneath your touch.Â
He grabbed one of your hands and pressed it against his neck, closing your fingers like he did when he made you grab his cock. âChoke me.â
âYouâre a disgusting slut,â you said in response to his request, but Jimin only smiled. He stared down at you, eyes clouded with lust and the euphoria of your venom.Â
âTell me how you really feel.âÂ
You did as he wanted and tried to ignore the way the action was causing heat to pool in your core. Your fingers turned red as you squeezed him, testing out pressure until you found a force that had him groaning. He reached to unclasp the firefighter suspenders and raised his hips to help you pull off his shorts. You knew his cock was massive; youâd seen the outline that fateful night with Imani and youâd felt some of it in your hands with Jiminâs guidance. But to feel it brush against your thigh, smearing precum on your skin as you moved down the length of Jiminâs body was something else.Â
âMore, Y/N.âÂ
You bit the inside of his thigh and Jimin cried out in pain, though his cries quickly turned into a symphony of moans as you swirled your tongue along his sensitive skin to soothe it.Â
âFuck yes,â he shuddered, panting heavily. He reached down to wrap your hair around his hands so he could watch your lips suck on his skin. You were finally realizing what was going on. Sure, Jimin clearly liked riding the high that came with a vampire bite, but there was more to it. He liked the pain.Â
âOh my god, you are a disgusting slut,â you exhaled, lifting your head to look at him. âAnd I thought this whole time you wereâŠâÂ
âInnocent? Curious? Stupid?â Jimin grinned and you felt crushed by the weight of your own stupidity for reading him so wrong.Â
Ignoring his smug attitude, you returned your focus to his body. Taking one of his nipples between your fingers, you pinched it hard. Jimin jerked but let out a loud moan. Then you scraped your nails down his sides, scratching hot red stripes into his skin. Sweet sounds fell from Jiminâs lips the harder you scratched him, eventually digging your nails into his hips as you pressed kisses everywhere except where you knew he wanted you to.Â
There was no way you were sucking his dick, no matter how kinky he was. Fangs and blowjobs werenât a good combination.Â
Breathing hard, you sat back on your knees and stared at the man beneath you. Jiminâs eyes were dark and blown out, and his body was coated in a mist of sweat. Red splotches were smeared along his torso and thigh. You lifted the back of your hand to run it across your lips, noting the red on your skin, too.Â
âAre you okay?â you asked slowly, leaning forward to touch his neck. The venom had healed the wounds already, so Jimin looked a lot worse off than he actually was. Your main concern was how much blood youâd taken from him.Â
Rather than answer your question, Jimin grabbed your hips and bucked himself into you. You cried out when you felt his cock rub against your clothed pussy.Â
âPlease, Y/N,â Jimin rasped. âPlease let me fuck you. I need to feel you around my cock.âÂ
âWhere the fuck did this dirty mouth come from?â you teased. So maybe having him beg was even better than hearing him moan. You couldnât act like you were immune to him, though. Your underwear was so soaked through it was becoming uncomfortable. You sat back again to rip off your remaining clothes, your ego swelling up even more as you watched Jimin prop himself up so he could take in your naked form.Â
âI can hear your heart starting to beat faster,â you taunted him. You rolled your hips against his, rubbing your dripping cunt along his cock. Jimin threw his head back and let out a low cry, doing his best to lie still for you.Â
âYou donât know how badly Iâve wanted this.â He reached between your bodies to cup your pussy, coating his fingers with your arousal. âI wanted to fuck the shit out of you the moment I met you.â Jimin plunged two fingers inside of you, the force knocking you forward. You bit back a moan as he roughly pumped his fingers into you, all the while watching your face twist and contort as you struggled to hold off the climax that was threatening to push you over the edge. How were you about to come just from his fingers?Â
Sensing your tension, Jimin wrapped his other arm around your waist to press your body against him as he continued fingerfucking you. âI want you to scream my name,â he whispered into your ear. âI want you to scream and cry until you canât fucking talk.âÂ
How was this the same timid boy whoâd shown up at your door a few short months ago?Â
Jiminâs open palm came down so hard on your ass you felt your body jolt forward in pain. When he slapped you a second time, he did so at the same moment your resolve finally broke. You felt your walls gush around his fingers and you did everything heâd wanted - you screamed his name into the crook of his neck so loudly you were sure your neighbors could hear you.Â
âDoes someone else have a pain kink?â Jimin mused, and you shot him a glare once you could trust yourself to lift up from where youâd collapsed on his chest.Â
âNo. Iâm not a freak like you.âÂ
âSeems like you could be.âÂ
âYouâre impossible. I canât believe-â You were unable to finish your sentence when Jimin lifted you off of him. He tossed you back onto the bed, hooking his arm around your stomach to lift your hips up so you were on your knees.Â
âWhy are you always so mean to me?â Jimin purred in your ear, his chest pressed into your back. His fingers returned to your dripping folds, teasing your clit simply because he liked the way it made your thighs shake.Â
âBecause youâre an annoying asshole,â you stuttered, attempting to lift your head to look back at him. But he gently pushed your head back down so your cheek was pressed into the mattress. Then he ran his hands along your back, holding you in place as you felt the tip of his cock prod your entrance.Â
âIâm nothing but sweet.â You could practically hear the smile he was giving you. âBut Iâm also tired of waiting for you.â And with that he pushed into you. The squelch your soaking pussy made when he eased in reminded you of the sounds youâd heard from your bedroom. The memory, paired with the knowledge that now it was you pleasuring him, made you choke out a moan.Â
âOhh my god,â you squealed, absolutely appalled by the girly sounds coming from you, but you couldnât help it.Â
âYou like that?â Another hard slap, this time on your thigh.Â
âF-fuck you, Park Jimin.âÂ
âThatâs always been the end goal.âÂ
You wanted to knock the cockiness out of his voice, but Jimin had brought your wrists around to hold them against your lower back to steady himself. This meant you didnât have any way to keep yourself up, your body swaying back and forth against the mattress.Â
Jiminâs hips snapped against your ass in a steady rhythm, his moans harmonizing with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. Your head was reeling from how vocal he was. It was probably the hottest part of the whole thing; youâd never been with a guy who was so willing to express himself, to beg. The fact that Jimin could switch between being so submissive and then taking control to blow your back out was heavenly.Â
It didnât take long for you to feel another climax coming on, especially once Jimin began rubbing circles against your clit as he pounded into you. You clenched around him, hard, and Jimin jolted slightly.Â
âGoddam, Y/N,â he whimpered, attempting to find his pace once again. âYou better fucking hurry up and come âcause Iâm about to lose it.âÂ
âWow, youâre so considerate,â you hissed, but a slap to your thigh shut you up. It only took a few more thrusts into your g-spot before you were falling apart again, relying on his hand pressed into your stomach to hold you up as your legs shook when he kept slamming into you.Â
âFuck, you feel that?â Jimin released your wrists to grab one of your hands. He pushed your hand against your abdomen and you felt it bulge every time his cock rammed into your body. âFuckkkkâŠâ His pace picked up, slamming into you even harder than before. âY/N, where should IâŠâ Jimin whined the unfinished question.Â
âInside,â you breathed. Though your words were simply an answer to his question, it was as though they were a command. Jimin immediately let himself go, painting your walls with his release. He fell onto you and the both of you sunk into the mattress.Â
âI feel like Iâm floating on a cloud,â Jimin grinned, puffy cheeks and all.Â
You slapped his chest and hated the knowledge that he probably liked it. âYouâre just high.âÂ
âI know. Itâs great.âÂ
The two of you laid there, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You could not believe you fucked a human. Let him nut inside of you, even. What kind of a slut were you? At least you didnât kill him like you thought you would.Â
âI guess you have your answer now.â You stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him any longer. You were just an experiment, an opportunity to taste fruit that had been forbidden his entire life.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Jimin turned onto his side to watch you.Â
âIf vampire bites feel good. Now you know. Iâm sure youâll want to stick to fucking vampires from now on.â Youâd imagine humans couldnât have quite the same effect, though you couldnât deny how Jimin had just rocked your fucking world. You had a feeling it was a Jimin thing, rather than a human thing.Â
âI guess I will.âÂ
Your mind flashed to Celeste, but you attempted to stomp the thought out of existence. âYeah.âÂ
Jimin brushed his fingers along your stomach, gliding lower until he was stroking the inside of your thigh. You tensed, feeling your body become aroused once more despite the ache from being pummeled after not having sex for so long.Â
âNext time I want to eat you out,â he murmured in your ear. âI bet you taste good.âÂ
You held your breath as Jiminâs fingers inched closer to your core. There was going to be a next time?Â
âAnd then I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. Iâll even let you nibble a little,â he said with a breathy laugh that made you shiver.
âYou sure you donât want to try out something new? I heard Celesteâs bite is pleasurable enough to get people hooked,â you said spitefully, your eyes still on the ceiling. There was no denying your possessiveness over him. It had been there from the very beginning, even when Nikki made her jokes. Youâd thought it was a strange desire to protect him due to his naivety, but now you were wondering if there was more to it.Â
âI already told you.â Jimin moved so he was hovering on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. You felt his semi-hard cock rub against your wetness. âI want you. Nobody else.âÂ
When you still avoided his gaze he pressed on. âThis was never only about chasing some high, Y/N. Youâve made me feel good since the beginning. You just have this thing about you⊠I donât know. Maybe âcause youâre so mean and I like it.â He gave you a small smile and you knew from living with him for many months that he was teasing, but still genuine.Â
âSo now what? If Iâm meant to believe you.â Forever the skeptic.Â
âAnd you should believe me,â he pointed out. He watched your face for a moment before rolling his hips into yours, making you gasp at how hard he was again. âBut for now, maybe I want to ask you to be my girlfriend, and if you say yes maybe Iâll fuck you again until you canât walk to class in the morning.âÂ
