We all walked down the hallway toward Mr. Baker’s classroom. Me and Jimin walking hand in hand. More like he was holding my hand and talking to his friend while I tolerate him. If I wasn’t his donor and if he didn’t treat me right I would've been snatched my hand away. But since its the last day of school and I won't see him for two weeks ill deal with it.
“So, Jimin. How was the date? Ow. What did I say?” When I looked up from my phone, I noticed Tae rubbing the hand Jae must’ve hit. I see her gesture to me before I look up at Jimin. He's already looking at me with the look he gives when he wants something from me. He looks back at Taehyung and shrugs.
“it was cool. she wasn't much to look at or talk to but she tasted good.” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. He plants a kiss on my forehead before continuing. “But no one tastes as good as my princess right here.”
“Nah man. I'm pretty sure my baby got you beat.” Tae says before burying his head in Jae’s neck. I have ‘A+’ while she has ‘O-’. That’s the rarest blood type I believe? Anyway. We make it to Mr. Baker’s class and we take our seats. Well me, Jae and Tae do. Jimin walks across the class to talk to Hobi and Joon. I take my books out of my bag and finish the homework I started last night. How come he didn't tell me he was going on date last night? it's not like we’re dating but he could've at least told me.
“Hey man. What's up with Ari? She seems a little out of it.“ I hear Hobi say before hearing Joon cosign saying I’m quieter than normal.
“I don’t know? I haven’t even noticed. I'll go ask.” Jimin says before walking over to sit next to me. “Baby? Are you-” he starts but gets cut off by the teacher.
We get about twenty minutes into the class before I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I ignore it knowing its Jimin. it vibrates two more times before I decide to answer it.
"Ariana? Jimin? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" I look at Mr. Baker and then Jimin and put my phone away.
"No, sir. I've already shared Jimin enough." I hear a collective 'ooh' come from the class as I pack my bag.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jimin asks from behind me. I just roll my eyes and ignore him.
"Can I get a pass to guidance? I can't stay here anymore. " Mr. Baker just nods and moves to his desk to write said pass.
"No. She's not leaving until she tells me what the fuck is wrong with her." He stands to block my path to the teacher's desk. I look up at him and our eyes lock. He's furious with me and I can tell. But he can't do anything because we're in public.
"Language, Jimin."
"No. Fuck that. What the fuck is wrong with you, Ariana?" I don't answer him. I brush past him and go to grab the pass. I hear him growl as I walk out the door. I don't make it far before he slams me against the lockers. My collar in his grip as he stares into my soul. His hot pink eyes letting me know he's furious with me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He says too calmly.
"You. You're what's wrong with me. You treat me like your girlfriend but then you go on dates with all these other girls but get mad at me when I as much as look in a boys general direction," I reply quietly. He pulls me off the lockers just to slam me back again.
"I treat you like a fucking princess. Why would you even want somebody else?" He growls at me. I whimper out a small sorry as he continues to stare at me.
"Jimin. Let her go." Mr. Baker says as he puts a hand on Jimin's shoulder.
"Come on now, Jimin. Stop. you're scaring her." he finishes but Jimin just keeps staring at me. Mr. Baker walks back into his classroom, ushering his students back in as well. When they finally make it back in Jimin lets me down.
"You know what? I'm not even mad. You can go to guidance." He says with a sweet smile. I know better than to trust it. He moves so I can get past. Just as I'm about to step foot down the hall he grabs the back of my shirt cutting off my air supply to whisper in my ear one last time before he enters the class.
"You do realize that you have to come home to get your clothes right? So just as a heads up. Imma fuck that little attitude outta you when we get home."
Jimin shrugs out of his jacket as soon as you both get back to the room, throwing it carelessly into his hamper.
“I’m gonna go take a quick shower.” Without any hint of hesitation Jimin swiftly grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls it off, adding it to the laundry pile, and suddenly your heart rate seems to have rocketed through the ceiling. You don’t know where to look, attempting to avert your eyes as you blush scarlett but failing miserably, unable to keep yourself from staring at the newly exposed expanse of creamy white skin.
You’re now more convinced than ever that Jimin is, in fact, a specimen of absolute physical perfection. His arms are strong and well defined - all long, sinewy muscle bulging under his skin - and his stomach… well, you didn’t think real people ever actually had abs like these, but apparently you were wrong.
“Admiring the view?” Jimin asks playfully, distracting you enough that you’re finally able to drag your eyes away from his washboard stomach up to his face, swooning when you see him smiling cheekily back at you. It’s been a little while since Jimin left you speechless, but here you are again; a molten mess, completely unable to string two words together no matter how you try. Jimin just grins all the more as you flounder, flashing you a wink before exiting for the bathroom without another word.
You’re left so flustered that once he’s gone you have to sit down on the end of the bed to try and collect your thoughts, forcing yourself to take some steady breaths. This has to get easier, right? You can’t carry on being this naïve - this coy - you’re not a child, after all. You’re want to inflict the same kind of breathlessness upon Jimin as he does to you, longing to see the flames of desire in his eyes once again, but you wouldn’t even know where to start.
Maybe there’s something he might like to see you wear? One of the more risqué sets of underwear he bought? You figure it must be worth a try.
You head over to the drawers that Jimin had assigned to you, opening up the third one down in which you’d neatly stored the few pieces of nightwear that Jimin had bought. Of course, they’re nothing like what you’d ever usually wear at home, and you’re nervously biting your lip as you search through and to find the sexiest thing you can, eventually settling with a white silk nightie that skirts the tops of your thighs. It really doesn’t leave much to the imagination - cut low and lace panelled at the front - and the longer you stand in front of the mirror looking at yourself in the mirror, nervously running your hands across your stomach, the more you start to reconsider your choice. Is it too much? Are you being too presumptuous?
You’re about to chicken out and take it off to swap it for a cute little pyjama set when Jimin re-enters the room and takes the choice away from you. If you’d thought Jimin looked good before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now; hair wet, strands of his fringe flopping down to his eyes, his chest covered in fine sheen of water droplets that cling to it. He’s changed into grey sweatpants that hang extra low, inevitably drawing your eyes to the delicious ‘v’ of his hip bones and the very slight trail of hair on his stomach that disappears all the way down...
It takes you a second to realise that you’re biting on your lip, staring shamelessly once again.
Thankfully, Jimin seems to be having just as much trouble as you are - for once. He’s come to an absolute standstill as he looks you up and down through narrowed eyes, and as he licks and then bites his bottom lip you feel all the muscles of your core clench with excitement.
“Admiring the view?” you ask, mimicking his earlier words and trying not to let your voice waver with the nerves that are so intense they threaten to choke you.
“Very, very much,” Jimin replies, his voice pitched so low that it’s practically a growl. He stalks toward you slowly and your heart races in your chest, coming to stand just short of touching you, just a foot or two away. You swallow hard, looking down at the floor. It’s easier that way, easier than than looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which are regarding you with such intensity that they leave you feeling as though you’re already naked.
“You know… I can hear your heart beating,” he tells you, reaching out and running his fingertip over the skin that sits above your heart, then downward to skim along your nightdress, across your breasts and the space in between, “I can hear when you’re afraid - when you’re excited.” Jimin leans in so close that his mouth rests next to your ear, breath tickling as he speaks again. “You’re excited now, aren’t you, kitten?”
God, you are, so much so that you’re struggling not to pant, biting your lip in an effort not to, painfully aware of the fact that you’re already wet between your legs without Jimin even having touched you yet.
“Yes,” you answer breathily, closing your eyes and willing your body to cease throbbing all over.
Jimin leans back with a smirk on his face and then walks away to sit on the edge of his bed, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.
“Come here.” You walk over, feeling as though your knees are knocking like a newborn deer, and as soon as you’re within reach Jimin places his hands on your hips to pull you down to sit astride his right thigh, legs resting on either side of his. The gasp that you would’ve made at the feel of his leg connecting with your sensitive core is swallowed by Jimin’s mouth laying claim to yours with a hungry kiss, one firm hand on your hip to keep you steady whilst the other finds its way into your hair.
Jimin’s kiss is just as enthralling as you remember it to be, his eager tongue slipping into your mouth the moment you willingly part your lips for him, slipping your arms around his neck, happy to let him use the leverage he has on your hair to keep your mouth pressed insistently against his. You feel Jimin’s fingers tighten their grip on your hip, coaxing you to move, to rock yourself back and forth under his guidance and grind against his muscular thigh. The friction feels so good that you immediately groan into Jimin’s kiss, rolling your hips enthusiastically as you clutch onto his shoulders, material of your underwear rubbing at the sensitive bud of your clitoris.
“You like that, huh?” Jimin asks huskily, and you can feel him smiling against your mouth between kisses, pleased by your reaction.
“Yes,” you answer again, monosyllabic, moaning as Jimin pulls you down onto his lap even harder, flexing his thigh as you move. He pulls back on your hair, tilting your head back so that he can access your throat, kissing every inch of skin there.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to sink my teeth into you?” he groans, voice muffled against the skin of your throat. Somehow the idea of it doesn’t frighten you at all - it only makes you hotter - and you thread your fingers into his hair as you rock your hips, gasping with each and every jolt of pleasure that travels the length of your spine. Jimin grazes your with his teeth, his fangs dimpling into your skin just enough to make you shudder in his arms, and your whole body feels as though it’s catching on fire, skin prickling, pelvis throbbing with desire.
Jimin takes hold of your leg and hooks it over his other thigh to spread both of your thighs wide apart. You can no longer grind against him now, sat helplessly astride his lap with your panties in full view, soaking wet with your arousal, nightdress hooked up around your hips, straps hanging off of your shoulders. You must look a mess, flushed in the face, hair in disarray, yet somehow you can’t find the will to care - not when he’s slipping your nightdress down and exposing your breasts to his lust-darkened eyes.
“J-jimin!” you whine as he squeezes one mound of flesh in his palm, returning to your mouth to kiss you again even more fervently than before. You run your tongue over the split in his bottom lip, adoring the way it makes Jimin groan back at you. A hand begins to cup your buttock, groping you through your panties, and your hips start to rock in mid-air again as your need continues to grow, a whimper escaping you when it brings no relief.
“What do you want, kitten?” Jimin asks lowly, dragging his thumb across your nipple as he pulls back just enough to look at you past his pretty dark eyelashes. It hardens quickly under his touch, becoming more and more sensitive each time the rough pad of his thumb passes over it. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“T-Touch me... please, Jimin, please… touch me,” you beg, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you cling onto his back, still rocking in his lap, desperately seeking that friction once more. A smirk forms on Jimin’s face - clearly pleased by the neediness of your cries - and he reaches down between your legs as he promised he would, fingertips passing over the crotch of your panties.
“God, you’re soaking.” He kisses you again, roughly, touching you through a layer of silk. He finds your clit and begins to rub at it, fingertips circling the tight nub as your hips simultaneously circle back against him. It feels so good to be touched, but it’s still not enough. You’re aching so badly, desperate to be filled, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure rolls through you, and you can tell Jimin is just as aroused as you are. One glance downward is all it takes to show you the very obvious outline of his hardened cock inside his sweatpants.
Jimin’s fingers slip inside your underwear and start to slide between your wet folds, the tips almost dipping inside your entrance, slowly circling around it and then returning to your clit, back and forth, over and over again. It’s maddening, a sweet torture that has you mewling against him, pressing your face against his bare shoulder and biting down on your lip. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Jimin finally he pushes a finger inside, groaning aloud as he feels your walls constrict around the unfamiliar intrusion. He slowly works you open until he can slide a second finger in too, and the sound of it is obscene, the room full of the sound of your moans and the slick slide of Jimin’s fingers.
You feel Jimin shift underneath you, and when you open your eyes you see that he’s managed to yank down his sweats just low enough to release his cock to stand fat against his stomach, leaking pre-cum from the tip. He takes a hold of one of your hands, removing it from around his neck to guide it downward and wrap it around his length, working it up and down as he works your pussy too. He groans lustily, hips flexing upward into your grip as he releases your hand to let you take over, and god, you hope your inexperience doesn’t show. You can barely concentrate past Jimin the internal ‘come hither’ movements his fingers are making against your g-spot, but you do the best you can, repeating the motions that seem to make him grunt and moan.
“Harder, go faster,” Jimin instructs with a growl, mouth pressed in amongst your hair, his free arm now wrapped tightly around your waist. “Like I’m fucking this tight little pussy.” Jimin’s dirty talk is driving you wild, edging you closer to the orgasm that you can feel building in your stomach, the heat lingering there growing more and more intense as you ride on his fingers. You do as he asks, squeezing the head of his cock on each upstroke of your hand, pre-cum smearing on your fingers and along his shaft to lubricate each motion. He presses his thumb to your clit as he fucks you with his fingers and you’re getting close, so close, your legs shaking on either side of his.
“Ah! J-Jimin-“ you gasp, your hips losing rhythm as you desperately chase your high.
“You’re beautiful like this, kitten.” Jimin starts going even faster, attacking your g-spot relentlessly. “I bet you’re even more beautiful when you cum. Show me, kitten, cum for me.”
The fire that was growing in your belly ignites at his gentle encouragement, your orgasm flooding through you and making your body spasm against Jimin’s, walls clenching around his fingers as you cry out for him, and a split second later you feel Jimin cum with you, moaning throatily, his cock pulsing out cum into your hand and onto his stomach, pushed over the edge by the sight and sound of you in the throes of ecstasy.
You expect it to be over, then, for Jimin to withdraw his fingers or at the very least slow down, but he doesn’t. Instead, Jimin lifts your face from his shoulder and watches with hooded eyes as you bite your lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure almost verging on painful as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you towards the edge once more.
“Again,” he commands sternly, a new and dangerous glint to his eyes, and you feel as though you might start sobbing if he makes you cum again. Surely you’ll break in two if he carries on this way; shatter into a thousand pieces? Your body can’t help but respond, though, unwilling or not, the pleasure building and building until you’re once again dragged under by the wave of an orgasm that’s even stronger than the last. Your back bows in his arms, fingernails digging into his back as your juices squirt from you, all over Jimin's fingers and onto his lap, and you’re left whimpering in the aftermath, clinging onto him as your body shakes. You’ve never felt anything like that before, had never thought it could be anywhere near so intense...
“You did well,” Jimin coos to you whilst you come down, ragged breathing starting to settle, pressing little kisses to your cheeks as he puts your panties and shoulder straps back in place. It takes a lot of effort for you to even sit up, to look back at Jimin with a shy smile which he returns. You’re initially confused when he lifts his fingers to your lips, only understanding once he instructs them to open. You part your lips, letting him slide his fingers inside for you to lick and suck clean, blushing at the taste of yourself, and blushing even harder when Jimin then feeds you the pearls of his cum off of his stomach too. It’s more than worth any embarrassment you might feel, though, for the satisfied look on Jimin’s face when you do - the scorching hot look in his eyes. “Good girl.”
Now that it’s over, the high of your orgasms well and truly passed, you feel exhausted. You could happily fall asleep here in Jimin’s lap, safe and content, but when you lean your head on his shoulder with a yawn you hear him softly chuckle, tutting his tongue behind his teeth. He effortlessly picks you up with one arm to carry you over to the chaise longue, gently laying you down and covering you with his quilt when you get there. You half-heartedly wonder why he’s brought you over here - why you don’t get to stay tucked up in bed with him as you'd like to do - but you’re too well fucked to truly care.
“Jimin,” you murmur, eyes fighting to stay open, “That was so-“
“I know,” he replies softly, as if he already knows exactly what you’re trying to say, “I enjoyed it too.” You smile contentedly and Jimin presses a kiss to your forehead as your eyes close to the image of his face. “Sleep well, kitten.”
Hi, so I though I would share this with you guys to make your writing more fun.
All this information is based on Vampire: The Masquerade (a role play game). You can always google it if you would like more in depth info or message me and I’ll try to help you out.
There are a lot more clans but there are only seven BTS members. Each clan comes with with abilities and disadvantages to make it more interesting (no god-molding)
“The Ventrue are the aristocrats and kings of vampires having historically played a leadership role among the clans. Clan Ventrue seek power and wealth to support their legacy of rulership over other vampires. Ventrue, as a clan, may only feed from a specific kind of vessel (e.g. virgins, blondes, youngest siblings) which the player selects at character creation.”
(I thought I would make vampire BTS more interesting)
