→ summary: stuck sharing a motel room with him, you finally give into your craving for thee park jimin
→ pairing: bts!jimin x femsub!reader
→ tags: park jimin x reader, jimin x you, bts x reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, motel, one bed trope, forced proximity, rainy night, road trip, spring getaway, friends vacation, smut, fluff, angst (light), romance, cozy, intimate, first time, pining, mutual pining, soft jimin, confident jimin, explicit sexual content, oral sex, praise kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare, fanfiction, bts fanfiction, oneshot, bts au, body worship, kissing, creampie
→ word count: 2.8k
→ a/n: I enjoyed this ALOT. it's very cozy and sweet. I love body worshippppp...and yes I made namjoon drive now that he's got his license LMAO sue me
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the rain hammered against the windows of the van, a steady beat that matched the thrum of excitement in your chest. you were sandwiched between jimin and taehyung, the latter already dozing with his mouth slightly agape, his head lolling against his girlfriend's shoulder.
jimin, however, was wide awake. his knee kept bumping yours, a small, rhythmic touch that sent little jolts of electricity through you each time. he'd catch your eye in the dim glow of the dashboard lights and offer a small, secretive smile, one that was just for you.
"almost there," namjoon called from the driver's seat, his deep voice a comforting rumble. "the 'pines motel'. sounds… rustic."
jungkook snorted from the back. "as long as it's dry and has beds, i don't care if it's rustic."
you did care. you cared a lot. because this trip, this spontaneous getaway to see the spring grass and blooming flowers, was the first time you and jimin would be properly sharing a space. you weren't officially anything, not yet. you were a mixture of stolen glances, lingering touches, and conversations that stretched late into the night when everyone else had gone to bed. the unspoken thing between you was growing too big to contain, and this weekend felt like the tipping point.
the van pulled into a gravel lot, the headlights cutting through the pouring rain to illuminate a small, rectangle shaped building with a neon sign that flickered ever so slightly. it was exactly as advertised: cozy. a little dated, maybe, with its faded green carpet and wood-paneled walls, but charming in a retro way. hoseok, ever the planner, had booked three rooms. you watched with a sinking heart as he began doling out keys.
"okay, so me and namjoon, jin and his girlfriend, and…" hoseok paused, looking at the last key, then at you, jimin, and the remaining couples. "hmm. i think i messed up the booking. i only got three rooms, but there are… more of us."
a moment of chaotic silence descended. jungkook and his girlfriend were already looking at each other with a 'we can share' expression, as were taehyung and his partner. that left you and jimin. and one double bed.
"it's fine," jimin said, his voice disarmingly calm as he took the key from hoseok's hand. "we can share. right?" he turned to you, his eyes soft, questioning. there was no trace of awkwardness on his face, only a quiet confidence that made your stomach flip.
"right," you managed, your voice a little thin.
the room was small, dominated by a queen bed covered in a kitschy floral bedspread. the air smelled faintly of pine cleaner and something else, something clean and warm. jimin dropped your single bag and his own by the door and turned the lock with a soft click. the sound seemed to echo in the sudden quiet, sealing you in together.
"well," he said, a small laugh escaping him as he gestured to the bed. "cozy."
you couldn't help but laugh with him, the tension breaking. "rustic, too."
you both stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. the rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, creating a cocoon of intimacy around the small room. jimin took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. he reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. his touch was feather light, but it burned a trail down your neck.
"you know," he began, his voice dropping to that low, honeyed tone he used when he was being sincere, "i've been wanting to get you alone all night."
your breath hitched. "jimin…"
the tension in the room shifted, and you tilted your head towards him.
"is this okay?" he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek. he was always so careful, so considerate, even when his eyes were dark with a hunger that mirrored your own.
you answered by closing the small distance between you and pressing your lips to his. it wasn't a frantic kiss, but a deep, searching one. his lips were soft, tasting faintly of the strawberry gum he'd been chewing earlier. he sighed into your mouth, his hands coming up to frame your face, holding you gently but firmly, like he was afraid you might disappear.
the kiss deepened, slow and tender. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for him willingly. the kiss became wetter, more urgent, a silent conversation of months of pent up desire. one of his hands slid from your face down the curve of your neck, his fingers tracing your collarbone before coming to rest on your hip, pulling you against him. you could feel the hard line of his arousal through his jeans, and a fresh wave of heat pooled inside of you.
he broke the kiss, both of you were breathing heavily. "i've wanted this for so long," he confessed, his voice raspy. "just you, like this."
"me too," you whispered, your hands fisting in the soft material of his sweater.
he smiled, a genuine, breathtaking smile that reached his eyes. "good." he leaned in for another kiss, this one shorter, sweeter, before taking your hand. "come on. let's get more comfortable."
he led you to the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling you to stand between his knees. he looked up at you, his expression a mixture of adoration and raw desire. his hands roamed up your sides, from your hips to your waist, his thumbs stroking the soft fabric of your shirt.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze roaming over your face, your body. he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach, right through your shirt. the gesture was so tender it made your heart ache. he continued his exploration, his lips tracing a path up your body as his hands slowly, torturously, inched your shirt upward. he kissed your ribs, the valley between your breasts, the hollow of your throat. each touch was deliberate and intentional.
you raised your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head. he tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you in your simple lace bra. he didn't say anything, just watched for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. then he reached around, his fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp before it sprang free. he slid the straps from your shoulders, his gaze never leaving your skin as the bra fell away.
he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the swell of one breast, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. he took his time, worshiping every inch of you with his mouth and hands. he palmed the weight of your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"jimin, please," you breathed, the need building to an almost unbearable pitch.
he looked up at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. "please what, baby?"
"touch me," you begged. "everywhere."
he chuckled, a low, husky sound. "that's the plan." he stood up, quickly shedding his own sweater and t-shirt, revealing the smooth, toned expanse of his chest and stomach. your eyes traced the lines of his muscles and the line art of his nevermind tattoo, and you reached out, wanting to feel him under your palms. he caught your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles before guiding them to his chest. your fingers splayed across his warm skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
he kissed you again, hard and deep, as he walked you backward until your legs hit the bed. you fell back onto the floral comforter, and he followed, covering your body with his. the weight of him felt perfect, grounding. he kissed you until you were dizzy, his hips pressing into yours in a slow, teasing rhythm that drove you wild.
his hands deftly unbuttoned your jeans, and he lifted his hips just enough to slide them down your legs, taking your panties with them. he paused, kneeling between your thighs, just looking at you, laid bare for him. the vulnerability should have been scary, but the look in his eyes; a pure desire made you feel powerful.
"you're perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
he lowered his head, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him but not quite there. he repeated the action on the other side, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. you were squirming, whimpering, by the time he finally parted your folds with his thumbs and gave you what you were craving.
the first swipe of his tongue was pure bliss. he was skilled, knowing exactly how to tease and torment, building the pressure slowly. he circled your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth. your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him to you as waves of pleasure washed over you. he slid one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you stare up at the ceiling.
"jimin," you gasped, your back arching off the bed. "don't stop."
jimin didn't stop immediately, but slowed his movements, his tongue and fingers gentling you through the waves of your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a helpless, panting mess beneath him.
he kissed his way back up your body, his lips soft and worshipful against your still flushed skin. when he reached your mouth, you could taste yourself on him, a heady, intimate flavor that made a fresh surge of arousal course through you. you kissed him deeply, pouring all the gratitude and desire you felt into it.
"you're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with awe.
"you are," you countered, your hands roaming over the smooth, warm skin of his back. you could feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the evidence of his own desire pressing insistently against your thigh. you wanted, needed, to give him the same release he had just given you.
you pushed gently at his shoulder, rolling him over so you were straddling his hips. the look of surprise on his face quickly melted into one of dark appreciation as you leaned down, your hair cascading around both of your faces, and kissed him. you took your time, exploring his chest with your hands and mouth, tracing the defined lines of his abs with your tongue, feeling the way his muscles quivered in response. you loved having this power over him, the ability to make him gasp and shiver with just a simple touch.
you worked your way down, your eyes never leaving his. you could see the desperate need building in his gaze, the way his jaw was clenched with restraint. you reached the waistband of his jeans, your fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. he lifted his hips, allowing you to slide both his jeans and his boxers down his legs. his cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.
you'd imagined this, fantasized about it, but the reality of him was so much more intense. you wrapped your hand around his length, feeling the velvety skin over the steel-hard shaft. he let out a choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows. you stroked him slowly, watching his face as you did, learning what he liked.
"baby," he breathed, his voice strained. "please."
you leaned down and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper. the taste of him was sweet and uniquely jimin. he groaned, one of his hands coming to rest gently on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you set a rhythm, bobbing your head, taking him as deep as you could. you used your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit into your mouth, your movements sure and confident.
you could feel him getting closer, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet your mouth, his breathing becoming ragged. but just as you felt him start to tense, he gently tugged on your hair.
"stop," he gasped. "come here. i want to be inside you when i cum."
you released him with a final, lingering lick and crawled back up his body. he captured your lips in a searing kiss, rolling you over once more so he was on top. he settled between your thighs, his propped on his elbows as he looked down at you. the rain had slowed to a misty drizzle, and the only light in the room was the soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp. it cast his features in a warm, gentle light, making his eyes shine.
"are you sure?" he asked, his voice serious, even as his body trembled with need.
you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "i've never been more sure of anything."
he smiled, that beautiful, genuine smile that you loved so much. and then he was pushing into you, slow and steady. the stretch was exquisite, a slight burn that quickly melted into a deep, full pleasure. he filled you completely, and for a moment, you both just lay there, savoring the feeling of finally being connected, skin to skin, heart to heart.
he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deep rhythm that was both tender and possessive. each thrust was deliberate, stoking the fire that was already smoldering in your belly. this wasn't frantic or desperate; it was a deep, soulful connection. he looked into your eyes the entire time, his gaze so intense it felt like he was seeing straight into your soul.
"you feel so good," he panted, his forehead dropping to yours. "so perfect and made for me."
the words sent a thrill through you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. the room was filled with the sounds of your soft moans, the slick sound of your bodies joining, and the gentle patter of rain against the window. it was the most intimate music you had ever heard.
he shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. a sharp cry escaped your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin.
"hold it," he murmured, his voice smug. he began to aim for that spot with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body. the pressure began to build again, higher and higher than before, a tight coil of tension in your core.
"jimin," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i'm… i'm close."
"let go then, baby," he urged, his own rhythm becoming more erratic. "cum with me. let me feel you."
his words were your downfall. with a few more perfectly aimed thrusts, the coil inside you snapped, and you were flying. your orgasm crashed over you, more intense than the first, your body arching off the bed as a silent scream tore from your throat. your inner walls clenched around him, and with a guttural groan, he followed you over the edge. you felt him pulse inside you as he found his release, his body shuddering with the force of it, a gush of warm liquid filling you up.
he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. the weight of him was comforting, and you ran your hands up and down his back, feeling his heart hammering against your chest.
after a few moments, he rolled off of you before grabbing some tissues off of the rusty motel desk and cleaning you up as best as he could. he tossed the tissue and plopped down onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. he tucked you against his side, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat a steady, soothing rhythm in your ear. he pulled the floral comforter over both of you, creating a warm, contented nest.
neither of you spoke for a long time, just lay there in the quiet, listening to the rain and the sound of each other's breathing. it was comfortable, peaceful. the unspoken thing was no longer hanging between you; it had been acknowledged, explored, and sealed in the most intimate way possible.
finally, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "so," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "does this mean i get to call you my girlfriend?"
you tilted your head up to look at him, a wide smile spreading across your face. "i think that's probably a good idea jimin."
he beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "good." he tightened his arms around you. "because i'm not letting you go now, never."
you snuggled closer, pressing a kiss to his chest. as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the rain finally stopping outside, you knew this cozy, rainy night at a rundown motel was just the beginning of something magical.
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A/N: I was inspired to write this after a dream I had last year and never got around to write it, although I did alter is a lot from my dream, in my dream there were two men, and nothing had happened, so after about nine months or ten, not sure anymore, I’ve finally found an idea and inspiration to make this!
Warnings: Explicit language, dirty talk, nudism, ring obsession, breast play, nipple play, clit stimulation, barely choking.
W/C: 1.4K
“I want to…” You begin as you stood in front of Jimin while he sat on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard and his legs spread and his ring clad fingers resting on his thighs, his brown eyes look into your eyes as he waited for you to finish your sentence, the most innocent look on his face, but you knew better, that was all an act.
“You want to… don’t stop halfway and make me guess the rest.” He says as he taps his fingers against his thighs. “I’m not a mind reader, come on, what do you want, princess?” The way he had said the word ‘princess’ had made you clench your legs together and wetness pooled between your legs, your skin slowly heated up.
“I want to ride your fingers.” You say, Jimin’s fingers stopped tapping against his thigh and his lips parted, the visible change in his eyes was the first thing you noticed, then it was how his pupils had dilated.
“Then we’re going to have to prepare you first.” He says. “We can’t risk you getting hurt because you weren’t wet enough, strip and come sit between my legs.” He stood from the bed and quickly got rid of his clothes before making himself comfortable on the bed, you reach for your shirt and begin removing it. “Why do you want to ride my fingers?” The shirt drops to the floor, and you reach behind you to unclasp the bra you wore.
“They’ll feel so good inside me.” You say and unhook the bra, you reach for the straps and slowly pull them down your arms, freeing your breasts from the cloth. “And because of your rings.” The bra drops onto the floor, and you placed your hands on your waist and slid them down lower until you reached the band of your leggings, your finger curls around it before you pushed it down.
“My rings, tell me more, princess.” He says as he held his hand in the air, examining the rings that decorated them, he had never thought that you could possibly have a thing for his rings, but to know that it’s out in the open, he would make sure to wear them more in the future.
“I want to feel how they feel against me, against my flushed skin, against my clit.” You say as you bend over to remove your leggings completely. “Feel them inside me, touching my dripping entrance.” You could feel yourself becoming soaked with just your own words, and imagining how it would feel, your fingers curl around the panties you wore, and you push them down, letting them fall and pool around your feet, luckily you had taken off your shoes before you had even asked him to ride his fingers.
“You want to feel my rings deep inside you, the coldness from it on your flushed skin.” He says as he spreads his legs, your eyes move down his toned chest to his dick that was slowly becoming hard, one of his hands move to his cock and wraps his hand around. “Oohh… that does feel good, to feel the cold against the heated skin.” He tilts his head back against the headboard. “Come, sit, back against my front.” He releases his cock as you move closer, you climb onto the bed and take your place between his legs, he adjusts his cock making sure it wouldn’t get caught somewhere when he became fully erect, you felt his fingers brush over the skin on your back, causing you to shiver. “I see it already has such a big effect on you and I haven’t even touched your most sensitive parts.” His feet move over your knees and uses them to spread your legs apart for him and keep them apart.
“Jimin…” You softly say before feeling his arm moving across your chest and pulling you back against his chest, his hand grips your breast, the cold metal from his rings pressing into the soft flesh of your tit. “Jimin.” You moan out feeling the coldness against your skin, your skin was slowly becoming warmer and the temperature surrounding you became hot, his other hand slides over your stomach and down to your pussy, you sucked in a deep breath as you felt his rings moving over your skin before they touched moist warm sensitive clit. “Jimin, oohh…” You breathe out as you felt your muscles tense up.
“Relax my princess, just relax and enjoy the pleasure that you’re about to experience.” He whispers into the back of your neck, his hot breath blew against the skin and his lips brushed over it, you close your eyes and take in a deep breath before blowing it out and relaxed your muscles, his fingers begin rubbing your clit making sure to let the rings touch your pussy lips. “Let me switch hands.” The hand on your pussy moved up to your chest while the hand on your chest moved to your pussy, you could feel your own wetness on your chest as his fingers took your nipple between his fingers.
“Jimin.” You whisper as you feel his hand on your pussy playing with your clit, his hand on your chest kneaded your tit and pressed his fingers and rings into your flesh while his forefinger and thumb played with your nipple, your skin become hotter and hotter and sweat was starting to form on it. “Mhmm…” His hand slides across your chest and took your other tit in his hand and begins playing with that nipple.
“You sound so pretty.” He whispers against your neck, you had barely felt his lips leaving kisses on your shoulder to your neck and to the other shoulder before moving back to your neck. “Keep moaning and making noises for me.” The movements of his fingers on your clit alternated between a fast and a slow pace, switching between a circular pattern to a back and forth movement, your breathing became heavier and heavier as you try to close your legs. “Hmm… you’re close aren’t you princess?” He knew that you couldn’t shut your legs with how he kept them spread with his feet, he knew your body and knew when you were near.
“Hmm… ooh, aahhh. Ji— Jimin.” You whimper out as you felt a ball of energy forming in your lower abdomen, the pull was only getting stronger and stronger, you could see stars starting to form behind your eyelids as you started to squirm. “Ji— Jimi— Jimin.” You struggled to say his name as your breathing became short and rapid.
“Cum for me my perfect little angel.” He says, his lips now against your earlobe. “Then you can ride my fingers all you want.” He practically purred into your ear, your skin felt like it was set alight, fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as your body shakes with pleasure.
“JIMIN!” You cry out as the knot inside you snaps and pleasure washes over you, his hand moves from your tit to your neck and wraps his fingers around it, before tilting your head to him, his lips brush over yours, and he captured your moans into his mouth as he tasted your lips, his fingers on your clit slowed down as he eases you through your high, your chest rose up and down as you tried to get in enough air through the kiss, the kiss became wet as his tongue slipped into your mouth, you reach behind you with one hand and reach for his hair, you give it a slight tug, letting him know that you needed more air, he breaks the kiss and lays his head back against the headboard, you take in a deep breath as you come down from your high, your skin felt sticky with sweat, and you felt his hard cock pressing against your back, the pre-cum from the head of it smeared on your lower back.
“Ready to ride my fingers, baby?” Jimin asks, you look over your shoulder at him before moving forward and away from between his legs, your legs felt shaky from the high you just experienced, but you were determined to ride his fingers. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He moves his hand to his thigh and held his fingers up, you knew what he wanted, you quickly mount his thigh and inched closer to his fingers. “Fuck, you’re soaked and dripping on my thigh.” You felt his fingers over your clit before feeling them at your sopping entrance. “Ready?”
Headline: Halloween Night Massacre; Police Baffled By Murdering Spree
warnings: yandere themes, dub con, angst, graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral (m.rec & f.rec), bonding, blindfolding, biting, loss of virginity, virginal blood worship, overstimulation, use of feathers and chains, mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of slaughtering, mentions of religious cults, mentions of christianity, mentions of sacrifices, gore.
synopsis: Attempts to precede his arrival made you ornery as he slipped like thin air from your fingers, even when you’d have him so close. You had almost ultimately fixated in your mind that you’d never know your secret admirer. Meanwhile— mysterious murders, disappearances and uproars about the return of the most fabled coven of vampires: ❛The Rouge❜ leads you to expect your imminent death. However, you do not expect the turn of events and the appearance of the one you’d been seeking for.
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It was one of those macabre mornings when you’d find an oh-so-familiar garland at your doorstep.
The very same kind of flowers that you’d prefer for decorating your little reading nook with, would lay wrapped in a delicate paper foil. The dew on its petals would appear golden as it would kiss the ray of dawn streaming through the porch of your fern-scented cottage.
A feverish shiver would run through your spine at the sight of a caramel-colored envelope right underneath the lavender foil in anticipation of what this letter would say about you.
It would be hard to persist the laden need to find the giver first when the lovely pink petals would almost frown at your resistance.
You cherished calla lilies. There wasn’t a day when they’d not sit on your vase with their trimmed stems soaked in lukewarm water, smiling as they bloom.
Every Friday, this was to be expected. Yet, you weren’t fully comfortable with the handwritten cursive that’d make your fingers slack at its message.
The meander cursive masked the obscene descriptions of your curves, the filth in the mind of the writer was impeccably reflected in the flow of the dark ink.
The first time you had gotten such a letter, you had a recurred session reading it with obscure scrutiny, only to find the title ‘Third youngest of the Rouge’ in the sender name column.
The letters had chanted your name like a prayer, it’d beckon for you to have a taste of the kind of pleasure that you were trying to celibate yourself from, the kind that’d be a sin to indulge in.
It made your body thrice warmer, your body blazed into a pretty rouge like the robes you wore during service hours in the church.
Eroticism and romance were taboo subjects to conventuals and canonesses at the convent of Volterra. Being a novice in service to the almighty, you were taught to be a holy carmelite, a slender benedictine, devoted especially to scholarship and liturgical worship.
But the intimate descriptions highlighted the black traces of sin in the depths of your soul as if the devil awaited his chance to stand erect and applaud in sheer satisfaction at the sight of your crumbling control.
Sucking in shaky breaths, you grab hold of the stirrer and kindle the crackling flames dancing in your fireplace.
Without a second thought, you toss the expensive pieces of poetry into the topaz flames and watch as the fire comes to life and blazes the parchment to ashes.
You were considered too much of a vestal to submit to this admirer of yours.
The choirs at the convent church were different compared to other choirs that didn’t sing hymns. Their voices were almost like the angels’, high notes soaring over the clouds, graceful notes dancing on the staves, they sang for the almighty only.
This was halloween at the monestery. Whilst the town wore spooky robes and went around sharing treats in exchange of spared tricks, you sang along with your fellow sisters, honouring the almighty and paying tribute to saint Marcus.
You sang along, keeping a low voice and swaying to the gentlest harmony in devotion. The stanzas are clutched to your heart and you cherish this moment when you feel the string between you and your god. You cannot fathom how satiated you feel. Your mind strays to your past, when you were under foster care.
You were a doting, little child despite how the other girls prayed for a future where they can possess expensive goods and glittery jewelry. You only kept away from their notions of want and sinful desires for pleasure even as you became an adult.
You chose to bake cookies, share blankets, study the Bible, smile and croon at the praises the church would give you, rather than read obscene novels and join the young woman of your age in subjects that were atrocious in the eyes of the holy.
Sister Siena walked you to your dwelling at the convent’s residence while she chattered about her moss garden and herbs that could treat flu. You listened quietly, letting out little nonchalant hums. Gardening wasn’t a subject of your interest and you were much more fatigued to feign enthusiasm.
“The halloween rituals might probably need an addition of prune juice, don’t you think?” she asks while you unlock the latch and walk into your home.
You let out a small smile and usher her in whilst nodding to everything in your surroundings. A little envelope peeks out from the gap between the floor and the hallway door, making your chest tighten at the realisation.
A letter from your mystery admirer was unforeseen and definitely unwelcome, especially in the presence of a fellow nun in your dwelling.
The attention of sister Siena is brought back at the sight of a cream-coloured envelope with a rather unfamiliar stamp on its surface.
Her olive eyes narrow to two slits and makes perspiration bead out and down your clavicle in fear. In the blink of an eye, the envelope’s seal is torn and the letter is perused by the chestnut haired female at once.
Her response however, gives you a cursory shock. Her lips turn into a smile and she stares up at you, eyes in awe as if she had witnessed the grand work of Caravaggio.
“You have an admirer”, she infers and you scour her face for signs of offense only, to find nil. She seems rather, glad.
“I— I usually burn them there” you point to your fireplace and her shoulders buckle in a brief fit of giggles, as if you had shared an anecdote.
“Who would pray to have a vestal nun? It is like counting the stars.” she mumbles into her mug of tea, eyes flickering from your face to the letter, absent-mindedly.
You shrug and get seated opposite to her, straining your eyes on the flickering flames that warms your numb, cold toes. You sigh in bliss at the tranquil frame of your nook and almost the next minute, your eyes flutter shut and you sink into the lulled sounds of the crackling fire.
Unbeknownst to you, the young nun seated at your opposite has her nerves ossified at the glimpse of the sender’s title. Comprehension of ‘third youngest of the rouge’ sends her mind into frenzy. Dismay sinks into her heart and makes it thud and toll like church bells at the realisation of the plight that you have been pulled into and she shudders.
Without so as to even a noise, the letter is slid into her crimson tunic and the envelope is thrown into the fire.
The coolness of the midnight is deceptive; the sun has barely risen and this altitude is always cooler. Siena’s destination is low down and deep into the interior, well away from the onshore winds. When she reaches, the heat of that region makes her compare the temperature to her kitchen’s, on a baking day— like a friendly warmth instead of the inferno it always is.
Her footsteps are ushered as the heels of her moccasins rap against the laid out cream carpet in dull thuds, her breathing is in a frenzy too for, hundreds of thoughts swarm in her head at once.
Siena is cold to the bone despite striding across the blazing heat of the deep, dim chambers of the three elderly canonesses, at the convent. The canonesses— head nuns are rather reserved and hostile about their roles in the society.
Before the 17th century, such chambers were often considered clandestine— precisely, before the battle of Tuscany. The battle held a significant place in history, for how saint Marcus and his veterans fought and impeded entire Tuscany off of sanguinarians— a term used to describe vampires.
The rise and fall of the most fabled coven of vampires was inscribed in the olden scriptures and was forgotten to tell tales about wizards and curses as of the present. Siena had studied about them at school.
The mere image of the counts brings shivers down the woman’s spine and she shudders as she holds onto the letter and walks, toward the canonesses’ chambers.
It is dark when she arrives; gnarled trees hung low over the baronial church, creaking ominously in the howling winds. The heavy oak doors broke open, echoing around the empty church.
The moonlight shone through the heavily cracked stained-glass windows, casting an eerie glow onto the dusty alter. Thick cobwebs hung on every surface and her footsteps sounded deafening on the cold stone floor.
Two elder ladies sit perched on their carpeted thrones with their veils over their heads and backs turned toward Siena. They hold hands in a circle and mutter chants to themselves.
Siena’s eyes capture the silent movements of their fingers and the incessant nods of their heads. She gently walks— almost stalks, until one of the elder canonesses perk at her arrival and seek her to sit with them.
The chamber walls radiate off its warmth and the conversation is lulled as Siena breathes out her concerns with utter respect, her expression remains composed despite her rapid breathing.
The canonesses nod with eyes widened at the size of fire lanterns, their fingers tremble slightly in comprehension of the magnitude of issue that the young nun had brought to them.
In the next hour, right on the death of halloween, nuns and monks are summoned from the monastery and a ceremony is held right in their place to seek peace once again.
The seven Rouge sanguinarians, the fabled coven of vampires have returned to Volterra.
The four canonesses sit in a circle and one of them draws a circled figure at their center. The symbol seems ominous to Siena, it seems almost like a satanic pentagram. A silver crucifix is fixed right at the junction of the chalked lines and the series of chants begin.
For almost a quarter of a hour, Siena sits— rooted and in the careful look-out for queer changes in the surroundings. The next minute, one of the canonesses jerk as if she had felt a foreign presence and collapses on the canoness next to her.
The chamber queerly begins getting chilled as the chants get more louder in unison. Whooshing noises of the wind soon fills the chamber and an eerie figure settles through the open window, making Siena freeze, petrified.
At the end of the hallway stands a slender yet, robust, almost surreal, young-looking man sheathed in a heavy, scarlet cloak. His eyes are shut, as if he is in deep thought, and once they open, they make Siena jump out of her seat in fear.
Skin almost translucent, a bloodless hue, reminiscent of cave dwelling creatures that never saw the light of day, as pale as the living dead, as pale as a corpse. His bleached skin was as white as a sheet of paper next to the sleeve of the black woolen sweater, his orbs seemed bloodshot, yet, they held a life of their own like the burning rouge of a ruby.
“Third youngest of the Rouge”, Siena hears a canoness announce, the latter’s voice seems both startled and in disbelief.
“Ann. Fancy seeing you there, you seem older than in our last meeting, don’t you agree?”, the young count seethes and takes steps toward the eldest of all the canonesses.
Siena stares at the duo, perplexed. The two seem to know each other like old acquaintances yet, their eyes hold an unexpressed rage that she does not fathom.
“I am afraid greetings will have to wait, Park. You and your brothers must be well aware of the treaty you have broken.” Ann almost hisses, stepping in front of the rest as if she is unafraid to emphasize her point.
The ethereal man quirks an eyebrow at Ann’s actions in disapproval yet, curls one side of his mouth in a smirk, eyes reflecting a certain devilish glint.
“Ah. You accursed humans never seem to learn, do you? Fifty years ago, we made a pact. For our coven to never be disturbed by you humans, in exchange for us to move our grounds”, he accentuates the words and sets his eyes on Siena, making the latter freeze.
“Twenty years ago, there was a lovely young woman with round orbs and curves more enrapturing than the meanders of Tuscany’s hills”,
At the mention, something turns in the face of Ann as it hardens like wilted musk. Park further continues walking and retracing his steps, eyes glued shut and jaws clenched in raw rage.
“She was bonded to one of the youngest counts and the war—” he pauses in his steps with his sculpted back turned toward the canonesses, as he stares blankly ahead, grieved.
“The war, it killed her. She lost her life, she died in vain. She was destroyed by her own race. The pact was shattered broken at that moment, that moment when the light left her bewitching eyes.” he croaks a bit, shoulders slacking as if the memory was his venom.
“She was innocent yet, she was killed. By your people.”
There’s a shadow casted in the slender man’s eyes and it was quite clear. The rage for revenge that was cloaked in it.
Even whilst his back was turned, his head seemed calculative of the canonesses’ immediate response. Ofcourse, humans never seemed to learn.
Ann’s eyes reflect death and almost the next second, she strides forward with the silver crucifix in her hand and tosses it at the empty black space where Park stood, moments before.
The next second, a heavy, red, mushy liquid is splattered onto Siena’s face as she screams and crawls toward the exit, horrified for her life.
The canonesses’ throats had been cut and they lay like butchered animals in a waste of blood. One corpse had slipped from the low throne to the right of the door and lay staring up at her, the mouth open, the head almost cleft from the body. She saw again the severed vessels, sticking like corrugated pipes through the clotted blood. The second was propped, ungainly as a rag doll, against the far wall. Her head had drooped forward and over her chest a great mat of blood had spread like a bib.
Tuscany’s most esteemed dignitaries of the church society lay like ghoulish mannequins, the esophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing. The smell that vapoured from their bodies could only come from slaughtered animals.
Thick, warm blood crawled into Siena’s throat and clawed at her air sacs like muck. Spewing with every glance at the mass slaughter, she struggled to wipe away the splutters of blood stuck to her skin and crawled on her limbs not any different from a five-sensed mutt, heaving and croaking for mercy.
Her pleadings for mercy fell upon deaf ears. When the bone of her ankle was seized to pull her toward the ghoulish young count, Siena thought the night would take away the last of her breath.
Her jaws were clasped in the count’s fingers and her eyes were a hair away from the orbs of death. The young count was sheathed by the moonlight in a silvery halo.
Without the traces of blood on his mouth, skin resembling the late winter and rage on his sculpted visage as red as his name, anyone could mistake the monster to be an angel.
His temper was on a hair-trigger and his eyes were lethal.
“You will run to the town’s mayor. If you want your soul to be spared, you will run there and shout to those mucks that the Rouge have returned”, the count spewed venom with each word.
“You will throw this parchment on their faces and demand that they comply to every syllable that’s scribed in the sheet!” he speaks, spelling out thunder claps and boulders at the poor nun.
“If not, Tuscany will have every breathing and crawling creature slaughtered like its canonesses”. He warns and whooshes away like smoke— ungraspable by bare hands.
Even in the wintry morning when town folks discussed the daily’s headlines with an uneasy settlement in their guts, you pursued boiling tea and folding your blankets neatly, unmindful of their great fear.
The afternoon too was eerily quiet and folks everywhere preferred to speak in a whisper and contain themselves in their abode. It seemed rather dubious and as heedless as you were, you never perceived that your innocence would lead to your downfall.
The sun sank lower in the sky, draining away the golden hue of the warm and gave path to a velvety dark night. The same moment when the crickets came out to chirp, dusky colours subdued in the fading light as shrieks and collective roars were heard at the heart of the town.
You, along with some of your fellow nuns peaked at the commotion and threaded through the crowd that swarmed in front of the Mayor’s office. On the board was a derogatory notice. Although, the crumples and rusty stains gave away the fact that the notice wasn’t pinned by the authorities. Its calligraphy looked eerily familiar to you.
“Tunic as red as our coven’s name, skin shining like beacon, tresses sheeny and burnished, eyes like the forest floor and gentle flowers with mirth, feminine curves softer and untouched like a laden bush of peony,”
The fear is a weight on the Mayor’s ribs and there exists a dull ache in his eyes, an unwillingness for his mouth to lift past neutral, to charge against but, words are lost in the hollow of his throat. Fear stills his lips as he pursues it to read out the rest.
“—The young vestal nun with a name that echoes across valleys of Tuscany, the one who dwells in the only fern-coated cottage near the gates of the lush forest.
Bring her to the place where human ritual pyres blaze, those who dare do otherwise, prepare to meet death as painful as a swine’s.
Against you rise, prepare to pay a deathly price.” he ends and mutters hurriedly in the commissioner’s ear and you notice the skeleton of his wrinkled fingers tremble at the slightest.
There’s a hushed eruption of conversations that bubbles ever so slowly amongst the townfolk at the astonishing notice and you freeze, petrified when eyes stray toward you, almost accusingly. You realise, with horror, they’ve recognised the vestal nun in the description.
You breathe heavily and your gut begins to twist into an uneasy coil when the commissioner’s fingers point directly at you.
Your desire to evaporate heedily rushes into your mind and something akin to being a criminal overwhelms you. When you step away to sprint far, you are seized by heavy men as they haul you off the earth by your limbs.
The thousand pair of ears at the town’s center fall deaf to your scattered pleadings— screams. Heartlessly, they drag you to the threads of your last few breaths and you helplessly submit, falling prey to your fatigue from the endless stream of tears that races down your rosy cheeks.
Your wails are unheard as the elder women of your town shield you from the public view, sit you in a warm creek and wash you in the clear stream, no different from a creature to be sacrificed for their religious rituals.
You croak out the last of your pleadings before the sun sets, and the women only watch you with nothing more than pity in their eyes.
Their hands are hurried as they strip you and dress you in the most rouge of all cloaks in the town, steam your hair dry, stain your lips with sliced beet, trace the lines where your lashes lie with charcoal.
Other than the sizzling charcoal that dries your tresses and your dull sobs, the creek is silent even as the herd of women stand together.
When you are sat and tied to the sacrifice stone, you shriek with more violence than gales. The ties that bound your limbs to the stone would not come loose at the desolate way you cried.
You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until your throat closed on itself and you felt the heaviness on your eyelids. Fatigue beckoned you and you obeyed, submitting to it unconsciously.
The stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of the chain’s clanks when you moved your limbs into the nothingness of the cave. Even the trees seemed not to rustle as if they were tense with nerves for what was to come.
You jostled awake when the trees rustled and a strong wind blew from nowhere, chains rattling at your limbs’ sudden motion.
Trees stood naked as they had before, but their twigs curled in a distorted way, as if the tree itself screamed in pain.
The sky was a mass of grey cloud, again so ordinary for autumn, but instead of letting small shafts of light through they emitted an ethereal glow.
The wind was just as bitter as before, coming straight from the north, but the scent was something else, metallic almost, with a tinge of acrid burning.
The fire that kept you warm flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the tunnel, causing shivers to ripple across your body. You drag your legs across the surface of the sacrifice stone, gathering yourself into a ball.
Wind streams through the tunnel, waking the bats in the cave, twirling them in the air, only to drop them off into the void. All signs of life vanish from the tunnels that were once so full of warmth and the fire becomes extinguished.
You peer as you stare at the mangled stone beneath you.
A heinous laugh echoes throughout the tunnel, rebounding off the crumpled walls, and you crawl closer to the wall in sorrow. Like the cave, your soul is too abandoned and then all fades to black.
You shut your eyes and sit, quivering in fright as footsteps echoed menacingly. There was a hoarse breathing heard dully and you began to hear your own whimpers.
At an unexpected chime of the hour, through the empty night, a gentle voice calls out your name.
Your arms tighten around your body and the curtain of your hair falls around your face, shielding your view of the silhouette growing in front of you.
“Tuscany’s most loveliest lily”, the voice shallows into a soothing whisper and a woody fragrance tickles your nostrils. Your mind ticks at the familiar syllables uttered out and something blossoms in you besides fear, your features contour into slight puzzlement.
“I climb so high, lost in the sensation, I succumb to the scent of the stream that runs in your veins”, you listen more closely.
“I cry out in pleasure, my body on fire, I cling to your scent, hunger feeding my desire”, by then, you are sure of the stanza. It was what licked your insides, it was what beckoned you to sin. The lines were your admirer’s.
Then, it pauses.
The voice is gone, so is the scent. You push your tresses off your eyes and cautiously look in the dead of the night that seemed alive a few moments prior.
Something creeks and rustles at the faintest— right behind your neck, causing its hair to stand. There’s something behind you. Or rather, someone.
Your eyes shut at the feeling of a cold breath tickling the locks of your hair. When a thick strand is pulled and a deep inhale is heard, you whip to find only emptiness.
There’s a few moments of listening to only your anxious breath and thuds of your breathing heart before a fine piece of silk is wrapped around your eyes.
You let out a startled scream at the sudden hindrance of your sight and the feeling of a glacial pair of brawny arms sheathing around your waist. A set of black dots disperse in your vision and your mind is lulled by a hushed, smooth voice into your ear.
“Found you, my little fawn”.
You regain consciousness in a dimly lit room, on a lush, oak-coloured duvet. With the movement of one leg the tell-tale clink of wine bottles rouses you and one blink of the eye tells you that your head is just as bad. You squint, dry mouth sticky with thick saliva and your legs are immediately pulled to your chest at the queer recognition of the place.
You feel as though you have lived a very long time in this colossal manor.
The Manor grew out of the manicured lawn like an infant castle. It’s nascent stone walls were a pale grey and were barren of the moss or ivy that clung to the walls of the older homes in the village. Its large oak door was double wide and was sheltered under a wide porch supported by stone pillars. The entry way was grandiose, sweeping into a wide circle in front of the dwelling with an ornate fountain in the center.
As seconds advance, your mind harks back to unfamiliar images in the same space— a young woman in an elegant frock chortling as she gets chased by a burly yet, slender man who looked youthful as well.
His laboriously chiseled face, cheekbones that had near pierced his flesh had led to sunken eyes, puddles of avarice set about them.
Dark hair covering his head, long and fragrant with rose thorns.His chin, one such extremity which sought to put his cheekbones to shame, it succeeded in its purchase to pierce its own flesh. A small scab could be seen about it’s exit, to which his hand tended to itch.
A thick, velvety cape traces his sturdy steps— chasing after the woman and you gasp when her face comes into your sight.
It is you.
Only, more alluring in the gown that hugs your— her curves. Her laugh is unceasing and sultry mostly, seductive.
Your eyes dilate when you see her unhitch the ties holding her robe to her curves and like a vixen, she steps out of it, lying back on the duvet, beckoning for the ethereal man to her.
He seemed ravenous, his irises iridescent as they turn from raven to crimson at the sight of the slick between her legs.
She seemed brazen, like a cur in heat, in need of flesh when she crawled upon the alluring man, rolling her hips into the air provocatively, she caused the balls of the man to get filled, none similar to your dainty facet.
She takes his girth into her lips, making the count seethe in pleasure, her tongue wrapping around its head, she makes him bellow like a buzzard when she takes him deep into her throat and teases his balls.
He looks feasted, satiated beyond syllables when she licks every inch of his hard wood and takes him to a state of druken stupor.
Your breathing comes out in strained huffs as you watch him take her— you as he presses his lips against her skin and utters words that make her keen and bawl in pleasure.
You watch as their naked flesh twist gracefully into one and something else begins to unravel in your memories.
Where there should be blank space is blank memories, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs. It brushes through the subconscious, recalling memories that bring out the deepest spark of nostalgia of the soul.
You recall every single one of it, your eyes shut intuitively and you sink into a rather familiar abyss of lost memories. In it, you hold hands with the same man who appeared moments prior. Only now, you know his name.
The one who loved you past all the years that went like streams to the sea, in all your lives as a mortal.
“Soft. Your hands. Soft and warm - on my face, on my chest, in my dreams, in the umbrella of dawn, under the first streams of morning light. Your hands in the pitch black of night, muscles and tendons dancing between each other in a lover’s dance. Fingertips like matches grazing my skin with flame, our scars being the measure of our love. I bare my scars, because I remember the time when your flame danced on me forever, before your hands turned to ice.”
All of your admirer’s words make sense to you. The lost passion, the lost memories, the lost life of yours as the light left your eyes when humans attacked the manor you had peacefully lived in.
There was a deep cut in the skin of your neck from the shattered pieces of glass and a heavy cry escapes the throat of the man at the dreadful sight— you, on the Jimin’s thighs, in his arms as he cried for you to not leave him.
You had smiled and reached your hand to his cheeks, engulfed his lips in one last passionate kiss before your eyes shut on its own, soul departing your frail body.
You see him, your past lover begging for you to return, you see his brothers lifting you into your grave.
Shudders rack your body and your cheeks are wet when you open your eyes to the present, to find the shadowy, familiar presence sitting right across you, his arms prop his chin upright and his eyes drink you in.
Jimin steps from the shadows, stealing your breath and the heat from your skin. Suddenly your defences are just paper, paper that is being soaked by the rapidly falling briny drops.
Before you can draw in the air your body needs, you have melted into his form. You feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands fold around your back, drawing you in closer.
You feel your body shake, crying for the missed time the two of you will never make again, crying to release the woe of long years in separation.
He caresses your cheeks and wipes the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he cannot quite fathom you are not part of an almost forgotten dream.
When he kisses you, it is sweet, gentle, and it tastes of your tears. You want to speak but all you can do is croak,
“Jimin”.
His mouth paints a soft smile and he kissed you once before folding you in his arms again.
“My beautiful peony, my little fawn, my love, my heart, my entire world. It was never your fault”, he mutters and you keen closer to him, pulling his mouth to yours once again. You close your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours and your knees lose strength, sending you spiralling into his arms.
“Oh, how I missed having you close to me, seeing yet, not being able to ravish is a curse” he whispers and you feel the heat pooling in your core when he noses at your jugular and inhales your scent.
“The scent of your blood remains heavenly through the ages” he sings, arms digging further into the curve of your waist.
“And this musky arousal—”
You gasp when you feel the tips of his nimble fingers brush the crotch of your undergarment, relishing in the heat of your wetness.
“This time, I’ll have you breathing for eternity, little fawn. I’ll turn you into what I am”. He declares with a stern voice, consuming the breaths that escape your lungs.
When you stare into his crimson irises, you pray for his touch, beg for what he promises. “Claim me, my lord. I’ll spend an eternity in your arms. Touch me, make me yours”.
Surely, it would be yes. The count was a notorious rake and libertine. He was called a thorough and absolute rouge, true to his name. How could he possibly turn down the chance to debauch the most delicious little fawn tempting him to revel in her taste?
With one kiss, Jimin swooped you off the floor and completely into his arms, transporting back to the cave you were sacrificed in.
He had planned for the entire town to hear your wails of pleasure. When you felt and heard the rattling of chains around your limbs, you shrieked, startled.
“No need to be afraid, my lovely fawn. I only wish to show these mongrels who you belong to”. Jimin expounds, making your core clench in need.
“Touch me, my lord” you scrounged like a fox, coaxing the ravished count with the tantalizing motions of your hips.
“Disrobe for me, little fawn. Take that sheer robe off, I want your naked flesh”, Jimin snarls and his mouth waters when your dainty fingers scramble to untie your gown. You sputter, your cheeks flush a vivid red at his grimy words.
Fear. Nerves. And illicit, forbidden, wrong physical desire. You felt it all at once.
Jimin bent to you and pressed his lips to your neck. The oddest jolt of fire leapt from there. It rushed through your veins like flames licking at the sky.
His hair tickled the bones of your cheek as he stroked and hollowed his mouth along your throat and reached the rim of your ear. He brushed back your hair. Surprisingly, his breath was cool. Almost icy. You had heard women speak of men blowing their breath by their ears—something that hadn’t sounded at all enticing—but the maids had described warm breath. Jimin’s breath was cold.
Still, the brush of it did feel surprisingly … good.
He nibbled your ear, making shivers tumble down your spine. He stroked the exposed skin at your collarbones. Goodness, how could it feel so hot—like a candle’s flame flickering close to your skin?
He tugged your cowering hands away to expose the swell of your breasts. His body tightened with arousal at the sight of your full, generous curves, erection bucking against his stomach.
Pushing you on the boulder, he ravaged your mouth, letting his hands venture down to the cleft of your arse. You bucked at the foreign feeling, gasping at the feeling of his tongue suckling the soft flesh of your lips into his mouth. His tongue curls around yours and he suckles it too, making you melt into a puddle in his full hold.
His mouth traces your throat and when it ghosts over the curve of your breasts, you shudder and your skin breaks into goosebumps.
He suckled. God, you were delicious. And you were moving beneath him. You arched to press your breast to his mouth.
Your scent reached his nose. And, he was lost. Lost in want. He rolled over you, coaxed your legs apart with his, and settled between, caressing your sweet cunny all the while. You gasped at the feeling of his thumb rolling your pearl and whimpered when his middle finger found your entrance, dipping to revel in your slick insides.
Oh goodness, he had flicked that most sensitive place—the little bump that lay between your nether lips, and you almost rolled her eyes back into your head at the pleasure.
Your hips arched up. He stroked you a little harder, as if he had known the rocking of your hips was a wordless signal that meant: I am begging you for more.
Then he slid his finger inside you. Between your nether lips, parting them gently. Goodness, he was inside you. You were doing the most intimate thing possible. With the man who remained an enigmatic admirer in your mind until the touch of his fingers tainted your soul, with the man who held your heart for eternity.
“Open your eyes.”
The first things you saw were thick, velvet-soft black lashes and gorgeous crimson eyes. Eyes that glittered at you in the firelight. “I want your eyes on me” he ordered huskily.
Then his finger slid deep inside, and you gasped at the sudden sensation—an intense quiver that rushed through you. You heard a shocking wet, sucking sound as his finger thrust in and out. It was the sound of your arousal.
“Let your moans out, little fawn. I wish to hear your sweet voice” he coaxed.
Biting your lower lip, you whimpered. You didn’t want to speak. The pleasure his wizardry brought was fervent, it felt foreign yet, acutely compelling and delicious. It made you drool, you needed him, flesh, bone, heart, soul.
His hand moved and he stopped stroking the little nub that vibrated with such intense feeling. You gasped in frustration.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his erection—you could feel the brush of his fingers against your stomach as he took hold of himself. Then, with his hand tight around it, he stroked the head of his erection against your nether lips. They had stuck together, resisting him, but he gently eased them apart.
Your arms were splayed on the mangled boulder beneath you and your eyes appeared to have gotten a taste of heaven, hands clenched in tight fists, toes curled and digging into Jimin’s hips at his ease into you.
Deeper he went, and his manhood stroked a place inside you that made explosions of light in front of your eyes. Then a twinge of pain rushed through you and you gasped in shock.
His fingers traced the curve of your cheek. “Shh, my fawn” he whispered. “Easy. It will hurt when I go past your little maidenhead. But after that it will be very, very good.”
“Jimin—”
He thrust. You squealed. You clenched. You tightened. You wanted to back away. But you couldn’t vanish into the boulder. Nor could you push him off. There was a searing pain that burned the walls of your insides yet, the delicious stretch of his girth brushed the softest tissue that made your mouth open wide, soundlessly and expose your luscious throat for his mouth to marr.
Jimin’s lips suckled every inch the clammy flesh of your shoulders and breasts— until lilac bruises respired in its wake. The perked peaks of your breasts were soft and toothsome in his mouth. And the tiny heels of your palms digging into his chest felt euphoric, he wished for it to caress his veiny member instead.
His nose nudged into your sternum, imbibed the scent of rushing blood to your breasts. His eyes shut as he sniffed deeply, his fangs grew in length and a gravelly groan rumbled from his chest at the redolent aroma of your blood.
“You feel warm and soft, my delicious little fawn. I could forever inhale this toothsome stream running through your veins”.
Without stalling, Jimin enveloped the teat of your breast into his mouth and laved, before piercing his honed fangs into the soft flesh, guzzling at the divine, rouge liquid that leaked onto his pearly teeth and sharp tongue, making you hiss at the feeling.
The feeling was gut-wrenching at the onset, it made you scream into Jimin’s shoulders.
He pressed against you, seating himself all the way inside, and he didn’t move. He stayed motionless, and he rained kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips. It was hard to feel pain with such glorious kisses stealing your breath. And little by little, the stinging sensation ebbed.
A few moments of incessant suckling and your strained huffs at the strokes of his tongue on your tormented peak unfolded a queer pleasure, obscure to be produced by human males.
Soon, each suckle and lave from Jimin’s mouth pulled you to the white, hazed edge of pleasure and you cried out in ecstasy. Your cheeks were riddled hot, body spasmodic, in graceful waves as you began to roll your hips.
You whispered, “More”, Then you saw his sculpted visage.
He looked starved, ravenous. He looked raw, ravaged, tormented. His eyes were wild. His mouth was a slash, bracketed by harsh lines. He looked as though his control could snap in a heartbeat.
“My lord?” you called for him.
“You are tight, sweet, and perfect, my fawn. So no, I am no longer all right.”
You let your arms slip from his neck, but your legs were still wrapped around him, and his groin, hot and hard, was pressed tight into you. Then came the gratifying wave of pleasure as Jimin rolled his hips into yours, his girth slipping in and out of you, wholly, fulfillingly.
Gods, he was huge. The thick, hot, pulsing hard muscle of his legs throbbed against your thigh. His big manhood twitched inside you— feeling as thick as your arm. He groaned, kissing you fiercely as he moved his hips and nudged his swollen head further inside, almost into your cervix. You cried out, feeling it pulsing into your drooling slit.
With a moan into his lips, you strained your thighs and allowed him to pound in and out of you, the thick, slick shaft of his cock sliding wetly out from between your lips as you groaned throatily.
“Have a screaming orgasm, little fawn.”
He circled his hips as he said it, stroking his long shaft within you. He planted one sweet, sensual kiss after another on your lips, and kept your gaze locked with his.
You watched a smile touch Jimin’s full, handsome mouth. Then groans deepened the lines framing his lips. His eyes glowed as if they were on fire, and his deep, throaty moans … You drink all of them.
You were weak with pleasure, yet driven to rock with him. You clung to him, arching your hips, panting. Your nipples had hardened, and each thrust brushed them against his chest. Lips tingling from kisses, breasts throbbing from swift brushes, your quim pulsed … and fire raged in you, hotter than fire and you screamed as you came, body spasmodic.
He held you as his lips slurped at the slop of blood from the punctured marks on the peaks of your breasts.
It is when he pulls out of your body, he turns. This time, his eyes travel below your navel and licks at your core. There’s a thin stream of his release that flows from within you and there is a whit of warmth that seeps along with it, making his stomach clench with carnal hunger.
Carnal lechery for your blood and the musk of your release, it blows like a breeze over him.
Your fragrance consisted of a scent that represented freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day; you smelt heavenly, like fresh-scented pine and honey, he wanted to indulge in the depths of the hint of cinnamon-like musk it produced.
It is the blood that reflected your lost virginity, your lost innocence. You are no more vestal, he has made you sin.
In the depths of night, your eyes were dew, scattering the nascent rays, ever illuminating the dark in his soul and he lusted vigorously for the taste of you, to let him be consumed by everything you offer to give him.
And so, he chains your limbs again, and blinds your vision for the nonce, for your senses to get heightened, for your slick to stream like nectar from ambrosia.
You gasp quietly at the impairment of your vision.
His fingers pluck a pair of pampas grass fluttering in the wind and when you feel it caress the tiny puncture holes at your sensitive nipples, you whimper, your slick caressing Jimin’s chest.
His lips find purchase at your inner thighs, fangs shallowly sinking into the soft flesh. The feeling makes your toes curl and you croak his name out in pure bliss.
“How delicious, your scent is divine, my fawn” he growls and pulls your core to his nose with vigour while you attempt to slither away, shyly.
“Trying to escape my grasp is useless, little fawn” he warns, making you cry out at the feeling of his arctic breaths blowing over your sensitive core.
“I’ll catch you faster than the wind could sheath around you” he gutturally breathes and spreads you beneath him, holding your soft thighs in his metal hold.
He moved lower, his breath teasing over your thigh. And then, you felt it, and the moan of pure ecstasy tore from your lips.
Jimin’s hot, wet tongue delved between your lips, dragging slowly and wetly up every bit of you until it flicked across your aching clit. You moaned in pleasure, crying out as his powerful hands pushed your legs wide apart and his wicked tongue pushed deep between them.
With a moan, your eyes flew open to see his face hovering above your delicate and exposed core. His eyes glinted wickedly at you, and you watched, panting in pleasure as he slowly licked his lips clean.
“Like nectar,” he growled. “Lie back, little fawn. Lie back and let me taste you.”
He moved back in, and suddenly, you moaned loudly. The feeling was like nothing else you had ever felt — this perfect, electric feeling of his icy tongue teased over your lips and clit. His wide, strong tongue dragged up and down your pussy, making your whole body arch and tremble for him. You balled your fists and cried out into the flickering firelight of the cave.
He slid his tongue deep inside, spreading your lips with his fingers, dragging your sticky wetness up from your opening to slide electrically across your aching clit. You arched my back and cried out as his tongue made contact there. It curled at your bud, bringing whimpering mewling sounds to your lips before sliding down through your folds again. You stiffened, and then moaned as you felt that hot, wet tongue slide wickedly against the opening of your arse, making you gasp as it slid over the sensitive ring there.
You couldn’t believe the sensations flooding your body at the touch of this rough, powerful, demanding, gorgeous man — from the rouge who was gentle to a creature with hound-like lust for your dripping arousal and blood.
His tongue pushed against your opening, pushing in to curl sensually inside of you. His thumb moved to your clit, his growl rumbling through me as he teased your little bud and tongue-fucked your slippery core, making you clench and arch your back off the stone under you.
You screamed as the orgasm exploded through you, hips bucking against Jimin’s perfect mouth. Your core clenched at the invading tongue, spasming around its thick wetness while the orgasm ripped through me. The famished count hungrily growled and pushed his tongue deep inside, tasting all of your virginal blood as the aftershocks exploded through you.
Slowly, he pulled away, his lips trailing over the little seam of your inner thigh as your whole world spun under you.
The feathery leaves of the pampas grass caressed the seams following his mouth and you felt his arms lifting you onto his lap, straddling him. He gently entered you again, mouth tracing the prominent vein at your jugular, tongue teasing it.
You shook and rippled around his thick wood, chains rattling loudly as you bite at every inch of his skin that your mouth could reach.
“I am going to turn you, my sweet fawn. Tonight is perfect, the moon is hidden and the branches sing for us. Let it all out, scream my name” they are incessant breaths against your jugular and you clench around him, hearing him cry out his devotion for you.
“I am ready, my lord. Turn me, I— I belong to you!” you cry out as the tip of his girth brushes your most sensitive spot.
Then the whooshing wind caresses your bare bodies, you feel the chains loosen and fall to the ground while Jimin embraces your shaking body entirely, increasing the pace of his inhuman thrusts.
His mouth takes yours and swallows your pleasured pants, yours tongue mulls his own when he feels your fingers thread through his soft locks and dig into his scalp. His hold on your hips are deathly and when he feels you clench and pant harder, he bites into the inside of his cheeks, closing his eyes as his blood trickles from his mouth, into yours.
Your throat closes at the repulsive, metallic taste and you gag, making Jimin tighten his hold on you. He twists your tongues together and urges you on, making you swallow down the thick drops of his blood.
When you feel his member caressing that sensitive spot of your insides once again, you gulp faster and Jimin smiles blissfully into your mouth as his tongue traces the sharp lines of your protruding canines, they course rapidly into pointy knives and he relishes in the sharpness of your fangs, tongue drinking your breaths in.
There’s an ethereal glow of light sheathing around the two of you. For a nonce, the bright, golden-silvery stratum panelling over you in particular makes the deep, dark abyss of the night seem like day. The round curves of your orbs sparkle an aurish dust and makes you look more beguiling than any other supernatural power to ever exist.
Jimin feels the illuminance and shuts his eyes in ecstasy for the warm streams of your blood chills into familiar ice, the same temperature as his. Your thrusts are gentled and you cry out in a new found lust for Jimin’s blood.
He can feel the urgency in your gulps as you grow more hungry for blood, his blood. He shudders when you sink onto him again, tilting his head to pierce your fangs into his throat.
He groans at the pleasurable feeling of your mouth gulping his blood hungrily and he forces you to pause, for his eyes to drink in the birth of your vampiric form.
The moment you open your eyes and stare into his, his breath catches.
Your orbs are a beautiful, fierce topaz-crimson and there is a bleached tone added to the luscious sheen of your skin, when you lick the drops of his blood from your lips, exposing the knives of your fangs, he feels the carnal lechery for you boil in his heart and stir at his manhood.
You are fully turned, looking like the goddess of death herself, veiled in an ethereal halo in the deep, dark, inked night.
His eyes drink your appearance ravenously and he concludes. Carnal lechery for you, that’s what possessed him all those years ago, that’s what drives him to sink his fangs into your flesh and drink your sweet blood over and over.
You are turned and you are eternally bonded to him, there’ll be no mongrel mortal in this universe to take you away from him.
Autumn days wane toward the inevitable colder weather ahead, each nightfall coming sooner that the one before.
Seven days were gone ever since you were welcomed and brought to the Rouge’s dwelling, the rocky fort miles away from your grim, little mossy town.
Topaz leaves dangled from the shadowy skeletons of trees, each one like as ominous sword of Damocles. The river was almost ice, showing reflections of the heavy, ashy sky so thick. The chill breeze rattling at the closed windows of the fort seemed to cry autumn, the roads were moist with stealthy dew as the season deepens their graceful boughs will be the prettiest of charcoal sketches, drawing themselves tall, reflecting the light of a wintry sun.
You are huddled in the silky red sheets of Jimin’s large duvety mattress, the lines of your naked legs traced by the sheets. You lie fatigued after a thorough session of lovemaking with your mate while he wordlessly caresses your hair, eyeing your curves, breathing the essence of your hair as he licks the remains of your dried blood from your breasts.
The sudden slam of the door came like a punctuation. There were panicked calls all around in the veranda and one of the maids peek their head through the door to the master chamber, her chest rising and falling in urgency.
“Forgive me for barging in, master and mistress”, she breathlessly bows, making you both rise, startled. You scatter to cover your body with the sheets while Jimin groans and ties his night robes to shield his body.
“Master, we seem to have an intruder. The other masters summoned you to the court immediately”, she keeps her eyes low and Jimin barks at her.
“How would we have an intruder? This fort is well protected!” he grunts and turns to you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as you eye the maid scurrying away, bowed.
“I’ll be right back, my love. You might as well get dressed".
You smile and pull on your silky night robes to your body, mindlessly staring at the creaking trees in the wind while Jimin marches to the veranda, his booming commands slowly ebbing away.
For a few ticks of chime, you hear nothing but the rustling leaves, sparrows chirping at a distance and the echoes of voices downstairs. When the door to the chamber you lie in opens on the spur of the serene moment, you fall back and onto your elbows, on the cottony patchwork of the carpeted floor.
A loud gasp knocks your lungs at the sight of the familiar fern-eyed, thick woman looming over you, offering her hand.
Siena. She is puffing out harsh breaths and her legs tremble, hasten. She seems too afraid as her eyes cavort to the door in trepidation and you realise, she is the intruder.
“Y/N! Y/N. You should listen to me, you should run away, the one you are with is a monster!” she hastily whispers, gripping at your arm.
You yawp at her gnawing grip and attempt to pull your arm to yourself and grit your teeth. At the sight of your crimson eyes, Siena’s hold gets loosened.
“H—he turned you, didn’t he?” she utters in shock, something in her eyes clutches at her back again and she pleads you again. You sigh and move to the chamber’s doors, pulling the latch to lock and you turn to face her.
“I am sorry sister Siena, but I must ask you to leave. History does not tell the truth. The Rouge were innocent, it was the people who broke the treaty”.
You eye her pitifully. She had come all the way for vain.
“Jimin is by nature of laws, my soulmate. I cannot live apart from him, I am no longer one of the mortals”. You proclaim, clasping your fingers together.
“Now, please leave—”
“I am afraid you do not know everything” mumbles Siena quietly, her olive eyes swimming in a stream of exigency, her limbs still tremble.
“Who has Park claimed to have murdered you in the past, Y/N?”
The will to not let her affect your resolution faintly faltered at the sight of her tenacity, she shakes similar to a leaf jostled by storm gales yet, her eyes remain adamant.
“Tell me, please”, she begs to the extremity of crumbling, her orbs trembling just as much as her limbs do.
You release the air from your lungs and mutter softly— “Humans. The ancestors of our town. I saw it, the evocation of my past self, I was killed by the town folks”.
Siena shook her head, her face contouring into a brew of disdain as well as pity, you were almost uncertain if it was aimed towards you.
The whooshing gales and Siena’s voice seem the same when she mutters out what earth had not devised itself ready to hear.
“No, my dear. It was not the town folks who had killed you, it was the very man you share this bed with, the most conniving, astute count amongst his brothers— Park Jimin of the Rouge!”
And in that light the carpet of leaves became crooked, and all aurish colours vanished, the wind tumbling around the empty space. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest and your face morphed into one of disdain, you were abhorred yet, shattered to the ground like the dry twigs stepped on by passing carts.
You knew nuns took an oath to preserve and authentic despite the unembellished life they lead because you were one too. Siena was not lying, every single word of hers proves to be true only by the contours of concern etched on her face.
“H-how? I—” you flounder like a fish taken out of the pond.
Siena sighs dismally. “When I went to the elder canonesses on halloween night, the eldest of them apprised a hidden tale of a young town girl and her lover— Hyun woo whose throats were silt by the third youngest of the Rouge”,
“Only sister Ann knew the story behind it”. You listened carefully, feeling prostrated mercilessly.
“Park Jimin had found his consort and by the scent of her blood, he knew she was destined to be bonded to him by nature’s law. But, she was irrevocably in love with another mortal to whom she had been having love affairs with, even as she was taken against her will to the Rouge fort”,
“An infuriated Park had butchered the young woman’s lover in front of her whilst the woman pleaded and cried for the man’s life. As days passed, Jimin’s consort became coldly vacant in grief",
You were turned into stone at her words.
“She had ultimately repudiated to consummate their bond. The same night when Jimin had killed her to erase the memories of her lover, the town folks declared a war to avenge Hyun woo and rescue the young woman. Park Jimin had promulgated to his brothers that the woman was killed by humans, he must have recast your past self’s memories, Y/N! He is not the gentle lover you loyally surmise him to be!”
One time when you were blind in a tree, waiting motionless for wind to wander by, you dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on your back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from your lungs, and you lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.
That was how you felt at the moment, your ribs felt crushed into a mere refuse, fear and disgust of your past killer’s touch burned everywhere, the faded puncture marks on the peaks of your breasts, thighs, neck, shoulders felt as if touched by the flicks of flame, you felt abhorred.
Even the loud rap of knocks and thuds on the door to the chambers were heard, you were frozen into ice. Eyes teary, vision blurred, you fell to the ground, crestfallen.
Siena shakes you harder in panic at the sight of the door’s latch rattling violently, the sundry of voices with Jimin’s voice rack unpleasant shudders through her spine as she attempts to resuscitate you to the present.
A single squawk like a squall causes the doors to shatter as if hurled to the ground by a tempest. Park Jimin stands sited at the other side. There is not a sliver of a plinth to hold his rage in place, he looks irked to the brim of extremes.
“Seize her!” he barks and by the tick of a second, Siena is hefted into the air by a couple guards, their grasps cause her to bawl in pain.
“Y/N! My dear, what did she do to you?“ Jimin’s voice is mellowy as he gathers you into his arms, perusing your form thoroughly.
Like the mountain river under sunlight, like snow melting under the beaming sunlight, like the gentle song of the topaz leaves swaying in the autumn breeze, his voice was pleasant as beautiful as his perfectly sculpted face.
You shake away weakly from his grasp and his face withers, twinging a deep cut into your heart.
“You cold-blooded murderer, let her free”. You mutter, abhorred and stare at him, as empty as the ocean at night.
Jimin peruses Siena and you wordlessly, taken aback by your sudden disgust. When you see his head lift and lips curl to one side, you see the once loving mate of yours turn into the callous, blood-thirsty hound of a creature that slaughtered so many lives for its own illiberal gain.
“I see my little fawn has discovered the truth”, he heinously chuckles, making you swallow down in utter disgust.
“It was worth the effort, was it not?” he perches himself on his lush seater loftily, a wicked grin stretches his lips at Siena’s struggles.
“Now that I have the maiden of my dreams to myself”, he wickedly whispers, his sharp eyes travel down your body as he slips his lower lip into his mouth.
“I can debauch her to my heart’s content” his eyes are demanding as they meet yours, his slender fingers tipping against the mahogany handle of his seater.
“What causes you to think I would submit to you?” you spew the words like venom as the haughty count feigns hurt, crumbling to the ground.
In a blink of an eye, Jimin whooshes at an inhuman pace across the chamber to you, gripping your jaws tight from the behind as he has his own clenched. Your wrists are pressed together at your back and he presses his chest to your back.
You attempt to wriggle away at the bulge pressing into the cleft of your arse and you screech at his hold.
“What can be done by a little fawn like you, against me? There is a reason why I did not wait even for an hour to turn you that night”. He lilts mockingly, lips brushing the lobe of your ear.
“Oh, little fawn. I had become the master of your body, soul and mind duly after turning you. Every single thought that runs in this little head, I can hear it”. He declares, arms slithering around your body in a vice-like grip.
“After decades of longing, I finally had you. Would I not have prepared for the same mistake to never occur again?” he presses his nose to your jugular, breathing your scent. It makes him roll his eyes in pleasure as the heavenly scent tickles his lungs.
Your fighting limbs fall limp as his fangs pierces the skin of your jugular, taking little gulps of your sweet blood.
Siena screams as she realises the actions performed on you by the count. She seethes and cusses, fighting against the guards’ hold on her.
“Forget everything that makes me bad in your eyes, little fawn”, Jimin whispers pleasantly, making you fall into a lull of sleep with a soft hum.
“Only I am your love, only I am your lord, no other mongrel of a mortal owns you, forget it all, my one and only little fawn”, he sings soothingly, lifting you in his arms more delicate than a priceless treasure, cooing in adoration at the sight of your angelic face in peace and parted lips, memories flitting you away from him washed away profoundly.
In the course of a mo, Siena’s head is snapped and the poor nun’s body is embedded into the fertile earth heedlessly.
A famished count with an endless carnal lechery presses a soft kiss to your lips and envelopes you in a lover’s embrace, waiting for your eyes to open and say his name sweetly, oblivious to events that have unfolded a very few chimes ago.
Carnal lechery, it was what possessed him to possess you.
Jimin realizes that maybe you aren’t as innocent as you perceive yourself to be and he uses that against you in the most delicious and lustful way.
>>Pairing: Park Jimin (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | boyfriend!jimin x girlfriend!reader
>>Word Count: 1.9k
>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks: Pillow humping, anal play, begging, bondage, discipline, dirty talk, degration, corruption, crying, choking, edging, overstimulation, oral (giving), humiliation, helplessness, hair pulling, public sex (kinda), masturbation, marking, manhandling, teasing, vibrators, collars, spanking, scratching, size kink, windows/mirrors, and unprotected sex
Jimin has always believed you were innocent. You avoided sex talk at all times and he never really went rough with you since he was scared to go past his boundaries, but hearing your pretty moans as soon as he entered your apartment made that thought go out the window.
“Naughty girl. She lied to me about not touching herself”, he chuckled as he walked quietly through your home. Jimin’s original plan was to introduce you to a vibrator and collars, knowing you’d look so pretty with one on. He had a small bag with him with those items in it.
“Fuck! Jimin, I need you”, you whimpered, not only because of the pleasure you were getting from the pillow underneath you, rubbing against your clit, but also because you knew your boyfriend was there and listening. You heard the door open when he came in and you wanted to give him a show.
“And here I thought you were innocent”, Jimin smirked from your doorframe, leaning against it and watching as you froze and looked back at him, “you better finish now slut. You know my rule about touching yourself without permission” he gestured with his head for you to continue. He looked genuinely pissed and you smiled innocently, wanting to push his buttons as much as you could.
“I said fucking move”, he walked over to you, gripping your hair roughly and pulling your head back. His other hand wrapped the pink collar he got you around your throat.
“Angel... how ironic now”, he chuckled and you looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust and power. You liked it. The tag with the name “angel” chimed when Jimin flicked it with his finger.
“Now fucking move”, Jimin spanked your bare ass, leaving a bright red handprint on your cheek. He pulled a chair up and sat back to enjoy the show as you started moving again, moaning again as the friction started again. Jimin watched as the tag of the collar moved back and forth as you did, wanting to ruin you at the sight.
“Stop moaning. Make one more noise and I’ll make you ride it all night until you can’t anymore”, he warned you and you put your hand over your mouth as you used the other to support you. Jimin loved how well you listened to his order and he could tell you were struggling to hold in your moans.
“Move faster”, you shook your head, already shaking and close to your orgasm. Jimin noticed and got up off his chair, grabbing your hips and pushing you down into the bed. Your face was muffled into the sheets and Jimin roughly spanked you again on the other cheek, making you whimper.
“Such a disobedient cockslut. I’m going to ruin your pretty little pussy. I bet you’d love that. I bet that’s why you’ve been such a fucking brat”, he whispered in your ear and you squirmed as Jimin got something out of his bag and then straddled your waist to keep you down. He spread your legs and put some lube on his fingers before inserting two into your tight asshole, stretching it out. All you could do is whine into the sheets from the new feeling. You had never experienced anal before this.
“You’re going to take everything I give you with no complaints. Complain once and I’ll tie you up and leave you with this in you”, Jimin gripped your hair again and pulled your head back as he pushed the long purple vibrator inside of you, putting it on the highest setting which made you scream. You already felt so full.
“J-Jimin I can’t! No more!”, you begged, gripping the sheets at the unfamiliar sensation. You felt so sensitive and helpless.
“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to disobey me angel”, Jimin cooed, gripping your wrists and pulling you up to stand. You shook and tried your best not to fall onto your knees.
“How about we show the neighbors just how much of a dirty whore you are. I bet they’d love the show”, your eyes went wide as Jimin pushed you against the wall, your bare breasts pressed against the cold wood. Your boyfriend ripped open the curtains and you saw the light of the big window enter the bedroom. Jimin gripped your hips and forced you onto your knees in front of him.
“Suck”, he simply stated and you looked behind you, knowing your ass was facing the neighbor’s house, the vibrator barely sticking out. Your face went red at the idea of sucking your boyfriend off in front of who knew who, but you saw the look in his eyes and hesitantly unzipped his jeans. You pulled them down along with his boxers and felt a new wave of arousal go through you at the sight of his erection.
You took the base of his cock into your hands, slowly pumping it and looked up to watch Jimin’s reaction, watching as his head went back a little and a small moan slipped past his lips. You kept eye contact with him as you kitten licked his tip, making him chuckle at how quickly your innocent behavior changed. He gripped your hair again and forced your head down onto his cock, taking all of him down your throat.
Jimin gripped your hair with both of his hands, moving your head back and forth and fucking your throat. Tears started to form in your eyes from the rough feeling of his dick rubbing against the walls of your throat.
You put your hands onto Jimin’s thighs, scratching them slightly as he thrusted in and out of your throat, using you however he wanted. Your legs were shaking from the sensation of the vibrator deep inside of your ass and your boyfriend tilted your head back as he came down your throat, making you swallow all of it and you whimpered after you choked on some of it.
“Good whore. You look so pretty like that”, Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth and admired you. The light of the window shun on your skin beautifully and you already looked like a mess on your knees for him. He loved the sight.
“Stand up and lean against the window”, Jimin snapped his fingers as a signal to do it quickly and you got up and stood in front of the window, not sure what to do. Jimin scoffed and gripped your hips, turning you around and slamming you against the window. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, making you let out another small scream from the new position of the vibrator inside your ass. Your bare ass was pressed against the window and the heat of the sun warmed up your skin.
“I’m going to ruin you and make you scream so loud that the whole neighborhood knows how good I fuck you”, he leaned forward and started to suck marks onto your neck as he pushed himself inside of your tight pussy slowly, groaning into your skin. By the time he was completely inside of you, you were crying from the overwhelming feeling of being so full. Your nails dug into Jimin’s back as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, but the sight of you crying made him want to pound as hard as he could into you.
“Tell me how good I destroy your little pussy angel”, Jimin moaned as he sped up his pace a little, slamming hard into you and making the glass behind you shake with each thrust. He kissed you passionately before pulling back to let you answer.
“Ah fuck! Y-yes sir. You fuck me so well”, you whimpered and Jimin stopped before pulling completely out of you. You whined and was about to beg him to come back, but you yelped when Jimin turned you around and slammed you back against the glass. Your entire front half was now on full display for whoever passed by on the street, your nipples getting hard from the cold glass and pressure.
“Sir? I bet that’s what you call me when you’re humping your little pillow, isn’t it angel?”, Jimin roughly pushed back into you without warning and you moaned his name from how deep he was inside of you now. His hands trailed to your stomach, pushing down to feel the bulge that he formed in your tummy. You looked down and the sight made you shake and sob, begging for him to go even faster.
“S-sir, please people are coming”, your cheeks went red when you saw a car coming down the street. Jimin continued to ram into you, not giving a shit. Your boobs bounced up and down as his hips snapped into your’s and tears were streaming down your cheeks from all the stimulation.
“Let them see”, he whispered in your ear, “let them see how much of a whore you are for my cock. Let them see how much of a mess you are right now”. You sobbed more and Jimin wrapped his hand around your throat, making the tag on the collar move again as he pulled you back to look at your reflection in the glass as the car drove by.
“That’s what they saw. What a pretty sight. I bet they’re jerking themselves off right now because of you”, he rubbed your clit and that was all the stimulation you needed to cum all over his cock, sobbing as the vibrator continued to go and Jimin’s dick continued to ram in and out of you. You could hear the sticky sound of your cum being pounded in and out of your pussy.
“I’m going to fill you up and make you show all the people your pretty leaking hole”, Jimin continued to overstimulate you by rubbing your clit and fucked you with his rough pace, picking you up by your thighs and spreading your legs, so he could continue to thrust into you. You put your face into his neck as you saw another car coming. Jimin came inside of you, filling you up.
“Let’s show them how pretty my angel is”, he chuckled as he pulled out and you went red as Jimin put you on a chair in front of the window quickly, spreading your legs so that they were on either side of the walls beside the window. Your hole completely spread and on display for anyone to see.
You tried to close your legs, but the car had already passed by. Jimin held your legs open and you gripped his arm to try to stop him, but he was stronger.
“Hold them open”, he let go and you were scared to disobey, but you tried to move away when you saw Jimin take his belt off, bonding your wrists together behind the chair.
“Move before an hour is up and I’ll do it all over again”, he kissed your cheek from behind you and your mouth fell open in shock before trying to get out of the restraint.
“Jimin! What the fuck!”, you looked back at him and he chuckled.
“Maybe next time you’ll be a good girl from the start doll”.
“Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.”
Imagine meeting someone that impacts your life in a way you wouldn’t be able to imagine. Luna always struggled trying to get where wanted in life by working ten times harder than most people at her campus... But she does meet someone who is used to having it easy… What will happen when Luna and the person she meets both start getting to know each other.. Will things work out for the both of them?
Meeting someone who was a big pain in the ass wasn’t part of the plan. All I wanted was to focus on my study and just travel to countries that have been on my bucket list for years now. However, he made my plans completely change. He included himself in my later on plans… He made me want to fight for something else besides my damn future… I don’t whether meeting him was a blessing or a curse.
Something about meeting that one person is a clear message, however, I’m still trying to figure out what that message could be…
Was it destiny or a lesson?
~
“We’re here!” My best friend Claire shouts as she pulls into the college campus and I stared at the window and smiled. This was my junior year of college… Just this year and next year and I’m hopefully off working for a huge company out in New York getting my life settled...
“Can you believe it… We’re almost out of here.” I said as I sat there and stared out from the window getting a view of the campus and watching students coming out of cars with their suitcases by their side.
“Tell me about it, I feel old.” Claire starts complaining like a complete granny and I rolled my eyes.
“Girl the day just started and you’re already complaining?” I asked Claire rolling my eyes and I could hear her laugh right next to me and I smiled.
I know school hasn’t started yet but the more I keep looking at the campus the more I realized I should try to get my shit together before my last year of college... I mean, to be honest, it’s sad to say that I don’t have any college stories to share when I’m older, but I want to achieve my goal… This year it’s all about focusing.
“Oh my god! I heard they are throwing a party already at the campus later on! You joining me, right?” Claire asks as she moves her shoulder from side to side hoping to convince me, but she should know the answer.
“Claire you kn-” before I could finish my sentence my phone suddenly began to ring.
“Hold that thought.”
I pulled out my phone and was quick to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Luna?” Wow, I didn’t even get a hello back, instead, I got a question. Who is this calling anyway?
“Yes, who’s calling?”
“Well, I see that you applied to be a bartender at the bar Poison. We looked at your resume and… Well, we are interested in having you work for us.”
My eyes widen. I didn’t expect to get the job, I mean I worked as a bartender once but quit because I worked with irresponsible people. Everyone acted younger than their actual age and I felt like I worked harder than others.
“Of course!” I blurted out without thinking twice and I could feel Claire staring right at me. She’s probably judging me, but I don’t care, I just got a job at the beginning of my Junior year.
“Good! Can you start today at 6?” I was about to start finding excuses, but I realized I had nothing to do besides unpacking my belongings, plus it would give you an excuse not to attend back to a school college party.
“Sounds perfect, see you then.” From that point on we both hanged up and I looked at Claire and smiled.
“Well looks like I can’t join you at tonight’s party.”
“Why not?”
“I have work.” I winked at Claire and I could see that she didn’t look too fond of my decision, but she couldn’t say anything. But to be honest I rather work than go to a party and do nothing there. Yes, I know I’m still going to be in a party environment but I’m going to be making money not going to look like a fool and feel like a complete outcast.
“Luna!”
“What?! It’s either money or the party, what would you choose if you were me?” I was quick to change the question on her and the only thing she could do at this point is just sigh.
That’s what I thought.
“I hate you,” Claire mumbles and I quickly wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.
“You love me.”
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The moment we finally settled everything in our dorm room I was quick to rush through my closet and look for something cute to wear. The first thing I learned about being a bartender is to be social and to always look your best. In order to get customers those are the major secrets, you needed to succeed.
“Aish what should I wear?” I mumbled talking to myself and I glanced at Claire and could see her looking for an outfit for tonight’s party as well. Eventually, I finally found a decent outfit for the night
“What do you think?” I asked Claire spinning around and she looked at me from head to toe and had a poker face. She was making it very difficult to read her facial expression.
“You don’t like it...” I murmured looking down. I heard laughter escape Claire's lips and I quickly looked up and saw her there smiling.
“Of course, I love the outfit dummy, just felt like bursting your bubble.” I rolled my eyes and walked back to my suitcase. It’s hard trying to make sure you look good but don’t look like a complete fool.
“Ah, I’m still upset you can’t show up to the party! I heard there is going to be cute boys there.” Claire knew cute boys were my weakness, but not for tonight’s party.
“Nice try.” I winked at Claire before I got up and walked off to apply some makeup for tonight’s job.
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Jimin’s Point of View
“I have no idea why I’m even here.” I said as I dropped my suitcase there on the ground and Yoongi stares at me and shakes his head in disapproval.”
“Listen, maybe if you would have stayed out of trouble back at home, we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” I took one glance at Yoongi and there I see him smiling after making such a harsh comment.
Aish I don’t understand why I constantly have to make an image that everyone wants just because my father owns this huge CEO company. My father and I are two different people. People should mind their damn business and let me live.
“Fuck off, I didn’t ask to be the son of a CEO.”
“You’re annoying.” I could hear Yoongi mumbling and I rolled my eyes. I opened up my suitcase and just sat beside it sighing. While I’m here I didn’t want anyone knowing who I was. Since I’m here at college I might as well try to live a normal student life and just party it out.
“Anyways have you seen this?” I asked Yoongi grabbing a hold of a flyer I randomly snatched from the hall and Yoongi just stared at the poster and then back at me.
“What about it?”
Tonight, was a welcome back party down at the campus, and I know I got put into college to get my act together, but right now all I wanted to do was have fun. I didn’t care what anyone else had to say, I was going to do what I wanted to do regardless anyone had to say.
“Let’s go.”
“To the party? Uh… Is there a pass option on this?” Yoongi asks as he was thrown on his bed and I just stared at him and threw a pillow in his direction.
“Can you not be lazy for a second and work with me here?” Yoongi sat up and just stared at me annoyed. I invited Yoongi to come down to Northeastern with me just so I wouldn’t go through this journey completely alone. However, Yoongi seems to want to kill my fun plans.
“Fine!”
I smiled in satisfaction and knew I had to get ready for the big party, had to dress to impress. I mean I’m here to have fun, right?
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Luna’s Point of View
The moment I walked into the bar; I was expecting to have such an awkward welcoming where I would have to introduce myself about 6,000 times just to look for the manager… However, the complete opposite happened. The moment I stepped into the bar, a tall bald man walked up to me and knew right away who I was. Probably because I was here before the customers arrived, but in no time, he introduced me to all the workers around and I was now behind the counter getting ready to get my job done.
Although I’m here to work and get my job done, I was still excited to have a chance to meet new people and who knows maybe make connections.
“Luna?” I heard my name being called so I quickly looked to my left and there I see a handsome guy standing right before me.
“Oh, that’s me…” I raised my hand and the young man walked over to me and he smiles brightly. I have no idea who this guy is, and I have no idea how he even knows my name. But I’ll be nice.
“Hi! I’m Jackson, I’m also a bartender at this bar.” Jackson pulls me into a hug, and I hugged him back still confused but I just went along with the whole thing.
“You must know this place pretty well then.”
“Of course, I’ll be the one to update you on the 411 and all the hot gossips,” Jackson says before giving a quick wink and walking off.
I couldn’t help but laugh. To be honest I found it a bit weird to have a stranger come up to me and hug me but as soon as Jackson spoke, I realized I was going to get along with him perfectly fine. On top of that, he’s extremely good looking… So, I don’t have a problem.
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Jimin’s Point of View
Although every time I would glance a Yoongi and see him look completely miserable, I tried my best to cheer him up. I grabbed both of us two red cups with alcohol in it and hoped that would fix it.
I looked around the room and there were tons of beautiful girls all around me. The music was pounding, and the house was completely crowded. To be honest, this was my first ever going to a college party, but it’s actually how I expected it to be.
“See anyone you’re interested in yet?” Yoongi asks as he shouts over the loud music and I looked around and looked at him.
“I do,” I pointed to a girl leaning against the wall talking to a group of her friends in a red dress. Wow... I have no intentions of dating while I'm here. I’m not planning to date at all until the time is right. Right now, all I want to do is have fun.
“I’ll be back.” I winked at Yoongi before I was off trying to capture the girl's attention in the first place.
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Luna’s Point of View
After meeting Jackson, work felt less boring. Jackson was by my side cracking jokes here and there and making me laugh nonstop. Today was a pretty busy day, especially because it’s Friday, but they're very interesting people here tonight.
“I’m surprised you agreed to work, instead of attending tonight's mini party,” Jackson comments as he opens a bottled beer and I looked at him. How did he know about the college welcome back party? Does that mean Jackson goes to your college as well?
“So, I’m assuming you're a student at Northeastern?” I asked leaning against the counter and Jackson laughs.
“I do. And this morning I’m pretty sure I seen you come out of a car with a girl by your side with a couple of suitcases in front of the campus.” Wow, this boy recognized me from earlier. Pretty good memory if you ask me.
“How did you know it was me? What if it was my twin sister?” I quickly flipped the question and Jackson's eyes widen and then smiled.
“That’s a nice try, but I’m sure you and your twin wouldn’t have the same earrings on purpose.” I instantly froze and Jackson laughs. Wow, a guy who pays attention to detail? He was a rare species.
“You know Jackson... I have a feeling we’re getting get along perfectly fine.”
“You know it.” Jackson sends me a wink and then was off handing customers their orders. You know what although today might have been my first day of college and I'm working… I was having a good time.
You know what, maybe this year was going to be better than expected.
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Jimin’s Point of View
Did she just reject me? The moment I walked up to her, I made sure I said everything that she wanted to hear. I called her beautiful, I told her that she was the only one I had my eyes on and that I would treat her like the queen she is… But I got rejected.
I looked around and at this moment on I feel like maybe coming to this party was a mistake. I looked to my left and there I see Yoongi already speaking to a girl smiling a damn fool.
I walked over to Yoongi and he looks right at me and remains quiet.
“I think it’s time to go,” I said nudging Yoongi's side and he quickly gets up and looks at the girl he’s talking to.
“Can you excuse me for a minute?” The girl gets up and walks off and I was now left alone with Yoongi.
“What’s up?” Yoongi asks looking right at me and all I could do was just look at him.
“This party is lame, Let’s go.” Yoongi automatically smiles and to be honest I have no idea why. I mean I didn’t make any jokes or anything...
Did you miss something here?
“Yoongi.”
“Look, I know you haven’t been getting game like that… But I’m having a good time.” Yoongi just shrugs and from that point on he takes a sip of a red cup and smirks.
“Whatever I'm leaving.” From that point on I walked off and just left the lame party. I mean something I should have done a long time ago.
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Luna’s Point of View
My shift has come to an end and I took a look at the time and realized it was early. Well not too early but enough to maybe unpack a bit till I knock out eventually. It was 11 pm and I knew right away that my roommate probably is still partying. I mean, to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised.
One by one I walked across the campus and walked my way to my dorm room, but I’m not going to lie I was a bit paranoid. It was still late, and I know at this time the people that would be walking around would-be people who are intoxicated with alcohol.
When humans are intoxicated and have alcohol in their systems, they would do crazy things and not remember a thing the next day.
One by one I was silently walking back to my dorm till suddenly all I hear is mumbling.
“Fuck.”
Should I turn around or keep walking? Mmmm maybe I should just walk off, I’m not trying to die today. I continued to walk and again I heard cursing.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!”
At this point on I picked up my feet and tried to walk faster and faster till without realizing it I dropped my keys. I stopped walking and picked up my keys till
“Excuse me,”
Thinking I was going to get attacked, I screamed until I opened my eyes and there, I see a male figure right in front of me.
“You dropped this.”
“Ah, thanks.” I awkwardly blurted out as I received my keys and he just stare right at me.
“Did I scare you or something?” Wait was this guy behind me making the noise? Well, should I confess and say he did scare me? Ah Nah.
“Of course, not…”
The moment I said that the stranger suddenly blurts out laughing and I just silently stared at him feeling dumbfounded.
What was funny?
“Well, if you weren’t scared…. That’s a pretty weird way of saying hello to a stranger.” He says referring to my scream and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay I might have been scared, but can you blame me? Look at the time and look at me. I’m a female, anything could happen.” The stranger just simply smiles and silently nods his head.
“Well…. I mean the good thing is you don’t have to worry about having anyone interested in you, you don’t have much to offer.” That same stranger looked at me from head to toe and I felt completely offended.
“Excuse me?” I asked making sure I was hearing correctly, and all the stranger does is chuckle. This boy has some nerves…
“It’s okay, you’ll eventually accept the truth.”
I wanted to scream at him but what was the point? This boy seems like a complete asshole, a guy who seems like he was so full of himself and doesn’t care about others. That’s how he rubbed off as.
“You know what, I don’t understand why I’m wasting my time talking to you,” I said rolling my eyes and from that point on I walked off leaving that complete asshole of a stranger standing there alone.
“Wait!”
I didn’t bother stopping, instead, I kept walking until someone grabbed my hand. I stopped and see the same stranger right there before me.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my name is?” Is this boy delusional? Does he think he can attract girls this way by being rude and they will just throw themselves at him because that’s the case he’s gladly mistaking.
“No, why would I?” I asked looking at the stranger and he smiles.
“Because I know you would like to know who’s this handsome hunk.” I couldn’t help but bust out laughing and I tapped his shoulder, and I shook my head.
“Never in a million years would I have thought that.” I tried to walk off again but he ran up to me and stood right in front of me not giving me a chance to run off.
“I know you want me, stop playing games, and let’s back to my dorm.” He says getting closer to me and I quickly stretched out my arms and stopped him from moving any closer.
“Listen, screw boy, I don’t want to know your name, I don’t want to go back to your dorm and most importantly I’m wasting my breath even speaking to you… So, do you mind?”
I walked past him and as I tried to walk past my dorm there, I hear the stranger say.
