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Certain things in life sound like home to Jungkook’s ears. The sound of rain, the crack of young and old bones under his hands. The rhythmic drop of blood on a dirty pavement. Jimin’s staccato moans as he comes on his cock over and over again.

His mate’s pretty sounds are in the back of his mind day and night, even when he’s miles and miles away from him. Even when he’s sucking dry his third body of the night.

They’re never enough.

Not after turning Jimin.

No human quenches his hunger like Jimin did. If before Jungkook could survive perfectly by only drinking small sips from his baby, now he’s back to his old ways.

Ways that, to some extent, he had missed. He can’t lie.

There’s a certain adrenaline that makes his nerves burn when he gets to play with humans like this. They’re like puppets under his long fingers- shivering from head to toe. Oh, how Jungkook loves it.

The city is dark and quiet, only the full moon watching almost like a bad omen over the humans brave enough to walk around the pitch-black streets. Jungkook admires their bravery. After all, he has nothing to lose from it. He is the predator. He is the being strong enough to snap a human’s neck in half in a blink of an eye, not them. No.

Jungkook almost chuckles imagining a human being strong enough to harm him, the thought too hilarious.

Maybe a turned and untrained vampire would somewhat lose that battle. But not Jungkook. Jungkook is not just any vampire. He is a Jeon. His blood is strong. His body even so from decades over decades of brutal training.

Vampires fear him because Jungkook was never afraid of committing crimes even against his own kin. So how would humans ever stand up to him? They could never even dream of it.

They know what awaits them the second Jungkook steps out of the shadows behind them, but they still scream out in fear and try to escape. It only makes Jungkook want to play with them more.

He’s slow when he hunts, purposely so.

He never spooks the kill before it’s too late. Never lets his presence be felt just to incite fear in his prey’s heart. He likes it best when they’re taken by surprise.

Jimin used to call him a sick fucker until he felt on his own skin the thrill of hunting Jungkook’s way.

The thrill of watching from afar every step a human takes knowing it will be their last. The thrill of knowing that he is the one holding in the palm of his hands the future of a breathing human being. The thrill of watching as their eyes turn from mundane boredom to absolute gut-wrenching terror as Jungkook finally jumps in for the kill.

Their cries and screams sound like home to his sensitive ears. But it’s still not the home he craves. Not the home he has become unable to live without.

None of them sound or taste as sweet as Jimin, and Jungkook almost gets angry. His fangs sink deeper into the soft neck he holds between his hands, eyes narrowing.

Turning Jimin has been a blessing and a curse because Jungkook will never be able to feel full again. Will never be able to enjoy Jimin’s blood as he used to when his mate was a fragile human. Because even though he can still feed freely from his baby, it will never satiate his hunger like it used to.

Jungkook has to suck dry almost five humans when he needs to feed to feel the power he felt from just one sip of Jimin’s human blood. It had been hard at first.

Jungkook had truly struggled the first few years after turning Jimin. Albeit in silence because he was too proud to confide in anyone about his pain. He used to go hunting almost every week at first. Every week sucking dry up to ten humans. Until he finally had enough.

He was Jeon Jungkook. If he couldn’t control his hunger, then nobody would.

So he had trained his body and mind for almost two years to fight back the blinding hunger. And very slowly and painfully, the number had gone down. He went from hunting weekly to monthly and then once every few months. From needing to feed from ten humans to feel like himself again to only five. Maybe in a few years, he will try to reduce that number more, maybe to three. But truth be told, he didn’t want to. Five was already a stretch.

But still…no human in this whole world will be able to make Jungkook come alive like Jimin did when he was human.

“Thinking about lover boy again?” Taehyung’s amused voice rings from behind him. Jungkook sighs and snaps his fangs out of the- now dead, human to turn to his friend.

Taehyung watches him with a shit-eating grin on his face, balls deep in a girl that is barely conscious enough to ride him. Blood trails down his teeth and lips and there’s way too much fluid all around them on the bed for Jungkook to not scrunch his nose in disgust.

Taehyung laughs, hands flying to force the girl to move her hips faster.

“Don’t act like a prude now. You rolled around in a bed full of my cum plenty of times before your little doll came along.”

Jungkook scoffs and looks away. The man he has been drinking from falls on the floor with a heavy thud. Jungkook doesn’t even spare him a glance, he goes straight for the hard liquor cabinet he keeps fully stocked for a quick drink. He needs one if he doesn’t want to snap Taehyung’s neck in half.

“Why did you even beg me for this trip if you’re not even enjoying it?” The vampire asks from the bed. His question is followed by a loud cry from the girl and Jungkook knows without looking Taehyung has his fangs in her again, the smell of blood too strong to be anything else.

He downs the glass of alcohol in one gulp and lets it burn his throat for a few brief seconds before he finally turns his body to the bed.

They’re in a mansion Jungkook keeps just for this purpose alone. It’s on the outskirts of a town he doesn’t even bother knowing the name of.

“I didn’t beg,” he says plainly. “Jimin needed me out of the house to focus on his dance for the ball.”

Taehyung pulls away from the girl, hands resting on her hips again as he leans on the headboard.

“And why is this the first time I’m hearing about you guys hosting another ball? Am I not invited?” He asks, faking a pained expression.

“Yes. You’re not invited.”

At that, the other vampire actually narrows his eyes.

“Why the fuck not?”

Jungkook takes his seat back on the black chair facing the bed. He leans back into it, one hand up to beckon another man to him.

Small steps echo around the big and mostly empty room and then a warm and delicate hand settles on his own.

Jungkook looks up at the man. He’s small, his forehead barely reaching Jungkook’s chin if he were to stand up. Long black hair covers most of his neck and shoulders and his eyes watch Jungkook with utmost panic and horror. He pulls the human over his lap before his hands guide the man’s hair aside to expose his neck to take a lungful gulp of the man’s scent.

He smells sweet. Or at least, sweet enough.

“Jimin doesn’t want you there after what happened last time,” Jungkook explains before he lets his head fall in the crook of the man’s neck.

“Jimin this- Jimin that, is he your fucking owner?” Taehyung growls and Jungkook’s eyes snap up.

“What?” He asks, dangerously low and calm. Taehyung knows better than to rile him up when Jimin is not around to calm him down.

“Look at you,” Taehyung gestures mockingly with one hand at him while the other grips the girl’s meaty thigh. “You do and say what he tells you to. Are you his pet? Does he boss you around all day at home?”

Or maybe he doesn’t know best.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow and his hands tighten around the man’s neck until he can hear the human whine in the back of his throat in distress.

“You know better than anyone nobody bosses me around.”

“Prove it,” Taehyung says, a smug smirk replacing his angry frown. His hands grip the girl’s hips and then he pulls her down on his chest until her went cunt is exposed to Jungkook’s eyes. “Come fuck her with me. Just like the old times.”

The girl shudders in his arms, spine arching to push her backside further up. She knew what she was getting herself into when Taehyung had offered her a night of fun, red eyes shining into the dark, and she had agreed in a heartbeat. And now, it seemed like she wouldn’t mind being used by another man that wouldn’t blink once before killing her.

But Jungkook is not interested. He doesn’t even look twice at her body before shaking his head, fingers finally letting go of the man’s neck.

“No.”

“No?” Taehyung quirks one eyebrow up, hips lifting to make the girl moan wantonly. As if that sound would ever make Jungkook want to plunge his cock into her.

“I’ve got nothing to prove to you,” he says easily, turning his attention to the man in his lap.

Taehyung growls angrily before pinning the girl to the bed to fuck her hard and fast. Jungkook almost feels for him.

Before, Jungkook would have been right there on the bed with him. Completely blinded by lust and hunger. Before, Jungkook would have even made Taehyung fight for a chance at fucking the girl before Jungkook did.

Before Jimin, Jungkook would have been the monster Taehyung so dearly misses in a heartbeat.

But now, he can’t betray Jimin like that.

Jimin is his mate. Not just any other vampire Jungkook fancies.

Maybe Jimin had made him soft over the decades. But Jungkook can’t say he minds it. Not when his sweet side makes Jimin smile blindly from ear to ear, happiness oozing from every pore in his body.

Jungkook closes his eyes, fangs finally sinking deep into the man’s neck as he tries to stop his mind from wandering back to Jimin.

He would run back home in a second. But Jimin would kick his ass for returning before the date they agreed on, so he stay put.

“Stop struggling,” Jungkook whispers gently. He always tried to be quiet around highly populated areas. After all, he was still a prince. He had an image to protect.

The girl looks up at him, black eyes overflowing with salty tears.

“Pleas-“

“Don’t even finish that,” he growls, brows narrowing. “Do you have any idea how many times I have to hear that in one night?” He asks, not really expecting an answer, but the girl shakes her head either way, too scared to think clearly. “Too many times,” he sighs. He pulls her to the side, one hand over her lips to keep her quiet.

She struggles to break free. Puts up a fairly good fight for a human girl barely over 20, but Jungkook still gets her to Taehyung in the blink of an eye.

“Here,” he says while pushing the girl into his arms.

The other drops the man he was feeding from in a second to catch the girl.

“What?” He asks, puzzled.

“Found her and knew you would enjoy her better than I,” he says easily.

The girl was everything Taehyung always craved. Plump, young, and loud. Jungkook would be a bad friend if he kept her for himself.

The vampire smiles from ear to ear, a little childlike- a little too frightening in the dark with blood trailing down his lips.

The girl screams, so loud birds fly in a hurry from tree to tree around them.

“Oh,” Taehyung grunts, in awe. “You’re perfect.” And then he’s gone. Disappearing into the night in a second with the girl in his arms.

Jungkook turns around briskly, red eyes finding his own prey quickly.

The girl waits for him just where he had told her to stay. Hidden in the dark right against the bark of a tree.

He approaches her slowly, eyes never leaving her. Savoring the horror he sees growing stronger on her face. She doesn’t flinch, nor does she scream or plead for Jungkook to let her live when the vampire finally stops to tower over her. But her eyes don’t lie. No matter how brave she tries to be, her eyes speak the truth she tries to keep within her small body.

“Come,” Jungkook whispers and she shudders before she takes the final step that brings them impossibly close.

Jungkook’s fingers curl around her neck instantly. She gasps out loud this time when Jungkook’s cold thumb presses against her throbbing vein.

Jungkook closes his eyes, smelling her deeply.

Sweet. But not sweet enough.

His eyes snap open, upper lip curling in anger.

His fangs cut the girl’s skin in a heartbeat, blood gushing everywhere from how rough he is. And he doesn’t care.

He’s not even hungry anymore. After weeks of feeding, Jungkook is more than full. But he craves something else. Something sweeter. Richer.

Something only Jimin can offer.

But he can’t.

He still has a week more of waiting.

He growls, fangs going deeper. Deeper. Searching for something he would never find in a random human.

Blood fills his mouth. His throat. It trails down his lips and neck- soaking his shirt. And then it stops.

He blinks, confused, until the familiar crack registers in his mind. And then he’s really angry.

Had he really just killed his prey like some kind of untrained child? So blinded by hunger he couldn’t think clearly?

Jungkook pushes the girl, disgusted with himself. She falls on the grass, her head hanging at an awkward angle. He stares at her, eyes narrowing more and more with each passing second.

Her scent lingers in the air, making Jungkook almost run away from it. It’s not the scent he wants to feel filling his lungs. Not the blood he wants to feel slipping from his lips, making his head dizzy. Not the body he wants to see laying under him.

Jungkook growls, hands clenching at his sides.

What has he become? He’s a prince, for heaven’s sakes. Not some kind of low-class vampire roaming the streets and scaring humans just for the hell of it.

He needs Jimin.

He needs to satiate his real hunger.

He needs his mate now.

The penthouse is engulfed in darkness when he finally steps in, but Jungkook sees everything clearly. He knows by heart where everything and anything is placed. And especially, he knows where to find his baby.

He walks through the livingroom straight up the stairs and past the bathroom, not even sparing a glance at the black door and the shower waiting for him. He doesn’t have the patience of wasting time cleaning up now.

Every nerve ending in his body drives him forward with newfound eagerness. He’s so close. So close Jimin’s scent is almost intoxicating.

Jungkook opens the heavy door slowly, quietly- and then there he is, the reason for all his pain and happiness.

Jimin is curled up in the middle of the bed, fluffy blankets and pillows all over and around him, one book in his hands. He looks soft. Plucked out from the purest dream. But every thought flying through Jungkook’s mind as he looks at him is far from pure. Far from soft and loving.

Jimin’s eyes snap up, lips parted around a scream that never slips past them. He drops the book on the floor, hand flying up to his still heart.

“God, you scared me!”

“I stepped into the house about three minutes ago. You should have sensed me by now,” Jungkook says. His voice is harsh, and his eyes are hungry.

Jimin regards him quietly for a few silent moments. His red eyes trail down Jungkook’s red clothes. On his wild eyes. On his clenched fists.

Jungkook almost expects the younger to push him away. To snap at him for stepping inside the room so dirty. But Jimin does neither.

Jimin shakes his head to ease his body and then he crawls on the bed until his fingers reach the end, big eyes looking up at Jungkook.

Fuck.

“Why are you covered in blood?” Jimin’s voice comes out airily, a gentle whisper. But his arched back and silky black shorts cut his cute image abruptly.

“I came straight from hunting,” Jungkook mutters, voice strained. He hadn’t even managed to take one step toward the bed. He knows that once he does, he won’t be able to stop and chat.

Jimin hums, low and drown out. He settles back on his ass, feet under his plush behind- thighs parted to accommodate his hands.

“You’re a week early,” Jimin says with no real accusation in his voice. His eyes look soft and hazy as he watches Jungkook. And the vampire finally understands.

The fluffy pillows and blankets all over the bed. The romance book. The soft look on Jimin’s face and gentle face. The submissive posture and stare.

His baby is needy.

He had missed Jungkook just as much as the vampire has missed him.

Jungkook takes his first step forward and he doesn’t stop until he towers over Jimin at the edge of the bed.

Jimin gasps quitely, eyes closing when the vampire touches his lower lips with his cold thumb.

“Looks like you don’t mind that much that I’m home early,” Jungkook whispers, a grin curling the corner of his mouth upwards.

Jimin’s lips open without Jungkook having to pry them open and then his thumb slips in Jimin’s hot and wet mouth. His cock twitches, already imagining burying himself in that tight heat.

“What do you want?” He asks. Jimin’s eyes finally flutter open and Jungkook feels his fangs itch to come out.

“You,” the younger breathes out. His tongue circles Jungkook’s thumb and his thighs shift on the sheets to spread his legs further apart.

“You should know by now that that’s not enough. Answer properly, doll.”

Jimin whines deep in his throat, but Jungkook doesn’t relent. He lifts one knee between Jimin’s open thighs to hover over him and the younger’s eyes widen slightly when Jungkook’s knee touches his cock briefly.

It’s already half-hard and Jungkook is sure that if he were to look down, he could see the outline of it perfectly through Jimin’s flimsy shorts. They did nothing to cover his skin. Half of his asscheeks were out and his balls were probably resting on the bed and not on the black material. But Jungkook can’t say he minds it, after all, he’s the one that had bought Jimin dozens of shorts just like those, but in different colours. He loved having easy access to his baby, and Jimin also looked cute and sensual at the same time in them. Win after win after win.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Jimin whispers instead of telling Jungkook exactly how he wants to get fucked. But Jungkook forgives him. How could he not when Jimin looked and smelled so sweet?

He places a wet kiss on Jimin’s lips and when Jimin’s eyebrows furrow slightly he realizes he still has blood around the corner of his lips and chin.

“Did you feed enough?” Jimin asks after the vampire pulls back. His small hands finally moving from between his legs to hold Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook had opened up about his struggle a few decades ago. At first, Jungkook had actually been afraid Jimin will see him as weak. As unworthy of his name and bloodline. But he should have known better. His baby had been so sweet. So gentle as he had listened to everything Jungkook had had to say.  And since that day, Jungkook had never been afraid again of opening up to Jimin if he ever felt like something was bothering him.

“I did,” Jungkook grunts, suppressed anger threatening to snap when he remembers the dead girl. “But you know I need more.”

Jimin smiles at him, finally pulling back so Jungkook’s thumb can slip from his mouth. He lifts himself to his knees, supporting himself with one hand on Jungkook while the other slips down to tug his shorts away. He shifts a little on the bed then the shorts fly somewhere behind Jungkook on the floor. His red eyes keep Jungkook locked in as he scoots back on the bed slowly. And then Jimin’s thighs open wide as his back hits the headboard.

“Come,” he says softly and Jungkook’s body snaps forward.

The bed dips under his weight and he knows the sheets will be dirty from the shoes he still has on, but Jungkook can’t be bothered with that when Jimin’s sweet blood calls for him.

Jungkook falls on his stomach and then he’s at eye level with Jimin’s cock and plump thighs. The smell of peaches and heady arousal making his fangs snap out. His hands wrap around Jimin’s thighs and then his nose falls on Jimin’s skin to smell him deeply.

Jimin moans quietly above him, gentle fingers curling in the vampire’s black hair when Jungkook’s fangs nip at his inner thigh. The vampire can’t pinpoint exactly when this spot had become his favourite spot to feed from, but he at least knows why he prefers it over Jimin’s slender neck.

Buried between Jimin’s legs, Jungkook can do anything to simulate the younger. His slender fingers curl around the tip of Jimin’s cock as his tongue comes out to lick at the skin he wants to bite. And just when the younger starts moving his hips shallowly to seek release, Jungkook moves his hand down to his balls. He plays with the soft and almost silky skin until Jimin almost cries above him, heavy cock resting against his black shirt- leaking profusely.

And right when Jungkook slips one finger to push against Jimin’s dry cunt, his scent hits its peak. Sweet peaches invade all of Jungkook’s senses as he finally sinks his fang in Jimin’s meaty thigh.

Jimin trashes under him, hips rutting forward against cold air and Jungkook is in heaven, at last.

Jimin moans the prettiest for him. Tastes the sweetest just for him. And Jungkook is once again reminded that although Jimin’s blood can no longer satiate his hunger, he will never be able to live without it, nonetheless. Because even though he didn’t need Jimin’s blood to survive, he needed it to feel alive. And that was worth more than anything in this world because an eternal life without his mate would be the biggest punishment God could throw at him for his sins. If he had any.

Jungkook lived doing what he was meant to, nobody could punish him for that.

He was born with fangs to feed. With hunger only for blood to bask in it, not struggle to suppress. He had been born at the top of the food chain to command his kin with ruthless power, not gentle words.

Jungkook was born a vampire, and he will live exactly like one from his bloodline was meant to until the day he chases to exist.

He opens his eyes, sucking one last mouthful of Jimin’s sweet blood before pulling back gently. Jimin whines, thigh twitching and Jungkook is fast to lick the small wound until it’s almost healed. He lifts his body up, abs pressing into Jimin’s cock.

Jimin’s hands fall from his head to the bed and then his eyes close as he starts moving his hips in fast movements against Jungkook’s abs.

Jungkook smirks, bloody lips hovering over Jimin’s open mouth.

“Gonna come like this, baby? Before I even stretch you open for me?”

Jimin arches his back, head falling to the side. He whines as he hides his face from the vampire and Jungkook can’t help the chuckle that escapes him.

“Why are you acting like a helpless human right now?” He asks. He lets his body press harder into the younger and Jimin shudders under him. Jungkook watches him bite his lower lip, lashes fluttering as his eyes become foggy.

“ mh-need you,” Jimin mumbles, hips moving faster and faster, fingers digging into the bed.

“Yeah?”

Jimin nods absentmindedly, tongue coming out to lick at the blood Jungkook had left behind on his lips.

“Then why don’t you let me stretch your pretty cunt open, hm?” His head drops in the crook of Jimin’s neck, one hand sneaking under his ass to grab at the plush skin. He uses it to lift Jimin’s hips higher, helping the younger rut against him faster and harder. Jimin curls in on himself under him and Jungkook almost loses his mind at how lost his baby already is.

Jimin hasn’t acted like this in a really long time and Jungkook can’t lie and say he hadn’t missed it. Any version of Jimin was his favourite, but this one had a special place in his cold heart. Not because Jungkook liked Jimin needy more than he liked him eager and in control, but because it reminded him of human Jimin.

This Jimin reminded him of their beginnings, and it was always nice to feel like he was again back in those days.

“Do you remember when I fucked you for the first time, doll?” Jungkook whispers into Jimin’s ear. The younger gasps out a broken yes and Jungkook grips his ass harsher. “Remember how scared you where at first?” He chuckles, memories of big brown eyes surfacing in his mind. “You just didn’t know better back then. But the second I got my mouth on your pretty flushed cock, you understood,” Jungkook rasps out. “You understood heaven was waiting for you. You knew then I would forever only offer you pleasure, never pain.”

He pulls back a little to find Jimin’s face. Jimin turns slightly to look at him, their lips touching but not moving against each other in a kiss.

“You cried so much when you felt me fully that night,” Jungkook says, almost grunting in Jimin’s mouth. “Will you cry for me tonight? Will you scream and beg me to pull out like you did back then only to keep me tightly pressed against your slender body with your thighs, hm?”

“M-make me cry and- and I will,” Jimin stutters out, eyes holding on like a lifeline to that last drop of fire in him. But Jungkook will fuck him dumb soon enough. He will make that fire disappear.

His hand drops Jimin’s ass back on the bed and then he grips Jimin’s cock, long fingers tightening around the base to stop his orgasm. Jimin screams in his mouth, hips bucking blindly into Jungkook.

“No-nono- Jungkook-“

Jungkook presses himself on the younger until he pins him down to stop his movements short.

“No?” He chuckles. “What did you do to deserve to come?”

Jimin huffs, head moving from one side to another until his eyes finally find Jungkook. They’re so red and wide that Jungkook is sure the first tear will fall any second now.

“Please,” he says, trembling fingers cupping Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook blinks, hand still around Jimin’s cock. Jimin’s long lashes flutter once and then Jungkook loosens his fingers around the younger’s cock.

“How do you want to come?”

Yes. He’s soft sometimes for his baby. Sue him.

“Like this, p-please.”

Jimin begs so prettily Jungkook really can’t even begin to think about refusing him. So he moves his hand up to collect as much of Jimin’s pre-cum as he can and then his fingers curl around the throbbing length, moving up and down fast.

Jimin throws his head back exposing his neck to Jungkook and the vampire doesn’t wait a second before he starts nipping and licking the skin. Jimin tries to rut up into Jungkook, but the vampire holds him pinned in place.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to reach his orgasm, not when Jungkook stopped the first one so short. He’s spilling all over himself and Jungkook’s hand before Jungkook can get enough of kissing his long neck.

“Thank you. Thank you-“ Jimin cries out, hips trembling as Jungkook’s hand milks him dry.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Jungkook whispers into his neck.

After a few seconds of allowing Jimin to properly come down from his high, the vampire leans back on his knees, grips Jimin’s hips, and flips him around. Jimin gasps when his face hits the pillow, but it takes him only a second to arch his back and lift his hips just like he knows Jungkook wants him.

His shirt falls down on his back, pooling around his neck- almost covering his face. Jungkook takes a second to admire him. His eyes move up Jimin’s parted thighs, lingering on the pink cut he had left behind after feeding. Up his plump ass to his hips and narrow waist. Jungkook lifts his hands to trail them up Jimin’s spine and the younger arches under him like a cat. He laughs quietly, fingers coming down to knead Jimin’s ass.

“Look at you,” Jungkook croons. “Presenting yourself like the sweetest treat for me.” Jimin pushes his ass back into his hands and Jungkook’s eyes snap down to his exposed hole.

“Can I stretch you open, doll?” Jimin nods, but Jungkook needs words from him. He shakes Jimin’s cheeks roughly, making the meat giggle, and Jimin almost laughs into the pillow. “Words, sweetheart.”

Jimin turns his head to watch him through his fluttering eyelashes and Jungkook feels a drop of pre-cum stain his underwear. “Yes, please.”

“You’re so polite,” Jungkook hums, pleased. He bends over Jimin to quickly take the bottle of lube they keep in their bedside table before lifting himself back behind the younger.

He snaps the lid of the bottle open and Jimin’s thighs slide further apart until his hips almost touch the bed, but his ass remains perfectly seated in the air.

“Did you play with yourself while I was gone?” He asks. He bends to blow over Jimin’s rim before pouring a copious amount of lube on it.

Jimin shudders, spine arching as he shifts slightly. “No,” he whispers and Jungkook’s first instinct is to not believe him. But when he can barely slip his thumb into Jimin’s hole, he realizes his baby is telling the truth. He’s so tight that Jungkook has to open him up as if he were a virgin all over again.

Jungkook’s long and slender finger curls and circles inside of him until Jimin mewls and he pushes his ass back and Jungkook slips a second finger in, the fit impossibly tight. He scissors them and curls them just right to hit Jimin’s sweet spot right before he pushes out.

“W-what?” Jimin mumbles, hips rutting against nothing now that Jungkook’s fingers are gone.

Jungkook gets rid of all of his clothes in a second and then he hovers over Jimin, caging the younger under his strong body. He pulls Jimin’s asscheek to the side to slide his cock over his rim and Jimin sighs under him, eyes closing.

“I want you tight, doll,” Jungkook rasps into his ear. “Will you let me in like this?” Jimin is impossibly tight even when Jungkook stretches him out with three fingers, but with two? He feels like heaven around Jungkook’s cock. Just like he had on their first night together.

“Yes. Anything,” Jimin breathes out. Jungkook had barely done anything to him, but he’s already so lost in his own mind. Jungkook knows his soft touches paired with filthy words must have Jimin flying higher than the clouds.

Jungkook grips himself, lifting his hips just enough to slap his cock over Jimin’s gaping hole a couple of times, before guiding the head to his rim. He lets Jimin feels the weight of it for a couple of seconds before plunging right in.

Jimin screams under him, hands flying to grip at his own hair. His lips fall open, eyes closing shut. His walls tighten around Jungkook in a vice grip. The vampire can’t move an inch until the younger relaxes.

Just like back then. Just like on their first night together.

That night, Jimin had cried out, words pushing Jungkook away while his body pulled him closer. That night, Jungkook had looked into his brown eyes like Jimin carried Jungkook’s life purpose in them.

Tonight, Jimin opens up to Jungkook with his words and body. Tonight, Jungkook watches Jimin moan and tremble under him and he knows Jimin doesn’t just hold his life purpose in his lithe body, Jimin is his whole life. His whole world.

“J-jungkook- ah- Jungkook!” Jimin moans out when Jungkook can finally pull back slightly only to thrust back in roughly.

He fucks Jimin open with a strange combination of gentleness and blind hunger. His thumb caresses the younger’s hip to offer him some sort of comfort while his hips rut violently into him. And Jimin takes everything just like he always does, like he was created for it.

His walls open up for Jungkook until the slide no longer hangs on the verge of being painful and the vampire can move freely in and out. The drag of his heavy cock against Jimin’s walls is deliciously wet and his eyes fly down to watch the younger open up to him.

His rim is stretched obscenely around Jungkook’s girth, lube squirting out every time the vampire plunges in. Jimin does his best to rut back against him, but his pace is all over the place. Too slow for how fast Jungkook moves against him. Too hectic for how purposeful and dead on Jungkook’s aim is.

The head of his cock hits Jimin’s prostate with each thrust, and soon enough, Jimin is sobbing into the pillow, hands shaking over his head.

“That’s too soon, doll,” Jungkook teases him, hips stopping flush against Jimin’s ass.

Jimin shakes his head, shoulders shaking. Jungkook watches with a grin on his face as one of Jimin’s hands slides down his body, and then he whines deep in his throat, ass pushing further into Jungkook’s hips.

Jungkook leans over him, driving his cock deeper, making Jimin cry harder. The hand that’s not supporting his body up slides under the younger. He expects to find Jimin’s hand over his own cock, but when he finds Jimin’s cock free of his small fingers, he slides his hand further up the younger’s toned muscles and then he feels it. Jimin’s trembling fingers over the outline of Jungkook’s cock in his lower belly.

His reaction is almost feral. His fangs come out to nip at Jimin’s mating mark while his hips start their rough and fast pace again.

He can’t think. Can barely hear anything around them. He can only feel Jimin’s hand pushing harder and harder over his belly to feel the drag of Jungkook’s cock in him. It drives both of them insane.

It always does.

It’s the reason Jungkook has yet to produce an heir. Why he’s unable to accept the thought of another carrying his seed. Why even after a century, he still has to come up with ways to calm his mother down every time she cries and pleads with Jungkook to finally continue their bloodline.

But Jungkook can’t.

He can’t watch another get heavy with his heir. Not when Jimin keeps doing this when Jungkook fucks him dumb.

How can Jungkook dream of giving his seed to another when Jimin begs for it every time he gets this lost?

He can’t. He will never.

“Please-“ Jimin cries out and Jungkook snaps back to his senses. He lifts his head to look at Jimin. The younger is trashing on the pillow, unable to keep his head still for more than a few seconds. Tears stream down his face with no end and his bottom lip is bleeding from how harshly he has been biting into it.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks strained.

“Come- ah- come -ugh please,” Jimin mumbles, too many broken words falling from his lips. But even though he’s barely able to say what he wants, Jungkook already knows.

“Want my come in your pretty cunt, doll?” He grunts, hips moving faster and deeper. The feeling of his cock moving against both of their hands almost maddening. “Want me to breed you full again?”

And there it is, the reaction only that word pulls out of the younger.

Jimin’s knees give up on him and his hips fall on the bed. Jungkook follows him in a heartbeat, trapping their hands between Jimin’s toned belly and the bed. His ass moves erratically with no clear goal in mind against Jungkook as pleas spill out of his mouth like there’s no tomorrow.

“Yes! Ye-yes yes yesyes- please- Jungkook- please!”

He’s so loud. So unhinged in his need it has Jungkook spiraling out of control. His hand that was keeping him up on the bed moves to Jimin’s lower back while the other stays underneath the younger. Like this, he pushes his whole weight on Jimin as he fucks into him.

Jimin stops screaming, body going impossibly still under Jungkook as he just waits.

Waits for Jungkook to fuck him dumb into the mattress. Waits for Jungkook to finally come into him and breed him full after such a long time.

“Gonna fill you up ‘till you’re fucking overflowing-“ Jungkook grunts on top of him, skin slapping against skin loudly. “ ‘till you feel my cum trailing out of your tight cunt even days later. Shit-“

The corner of his eyes get increasingly blurry, until he can barely see the tattoo on Jimin’s back and the twitch of Jimin’s muscles every time he snaps his hips into the younger.

He’s right there- right on the edge. Jungkook feels like he’s about to topple over and fall any second now. But with each thrust, the hot pleasure just grows and grows and grows and never breaks.

“Come on-“ he growls, frustrated.

And then it happens.

“On-only me-“ Jimin cries out, head shifting to the side to watch Jungkook through heavy, fat tears. “Your s-seed- my c-cunt- ah- our heir!”

Jungkook’s mind goes blank, muscles giving up on him.

He falls on Jimin as he comes. White cum spilling into the younger’s tight heat.

Jimin’s scream as he follows Jungkook over the edge is muffled by Jungkook’s own lips. He licks hungrily into Jimin’s mouth. Hips rutting forward, cock twitching as he feels Jimin up.

Jimin’s fingers curl around his stomach under Jungkook’s palm and the vampire growls into his mouth when he feels the younger’s stomach expand the slightest bit under their hands.

Images of Jimin heavy with his heinppear into his mind and his hips snap forward again.

Jimin mewls under him, pulling back to hide his face into the pillow.

“Th-thank you,” he mumbles and Jungkook almost can’t believe his ears.

“Are you thanking me for making you come, sweetheart?”

Jimin shakes his head, curling into himself. He looks so….vulnerable that Jungkook almost turns him around to wrap him in his protective embrace.

“No-“ Jimin croaks out, voice rough from screaming and crying. “For breeding me. It will catch,” he says dreamily and Jungkook’s stomach drops. Finally understanding how for gone Jimin had slipped this time.

It wasn’t just dirty talk. It wasn’t just a fantasy both of them liked to dream about sometimes to reach that high point. Right now, under Jungkook’s strong body- stuffed full, Jimin sees it as a reality.

Jungkook lifts his body up, taking hold of himself to pull out. Cum spills out Jimin’s stretched rim the second Jungkook’s cockhead slips from his cunt. It dribbles down his balls and over the bed. Any other time Jungkook would have admired the view for a while. Maybe even collect the cum and push it back in to fuck Jimin again. Sloppy wet and loud like they liked it.

But not now.

He has Jimin in his arms and under one of his fluffy blankets in a second, holding him to his chest tightly.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a few long moments. He focuses on holding Jimin as his body shudders with the aftermath of his orgasms. His hands are tucked under the blanket, caressing his belly and Jungkook doesn’t know what do to with himself.

He wants to indulge the younger. He wants to slide down the bed and kiss the bulge in Jimin’s belly while the younger basks in the pleasure his body still feels. He wants to tell Jimin he will give Jungkook the best heir. The strongest and most beautiful vampire that will one day rule over their city and maybe many others. He wants to imagine Jimin all plump, nipples heavy- but he can’t.

Not when Jimin needs him to be the voice of reason.

He kisses the younger’s forehead until Jimin finally looks at him. His eyes are bloodshot, but clear enough for Jungkook to understand that Jimin is capable of understanding him if he wants to talk.

“Can you lift your pretty hands to my face, my love?” He asks softly.

Jimin closes his eyes and for a second Jungkook thinks that maybe that was too much to ask so soon. But Jimin does listen to him in the end. His eyes flutter open and his hands tremble as he tugs them from under the blanket.

“That’s it. Good- just like this. Thank you, baby.” Jungkook says gently when Jimin’s fingers cup his jaw. “Can you talk?”

Jimin shakes his head slowly, as if afraid the action will make him dizzy.

“It’s ok. It’s ok,” Jungkook assures him quickly. “Just nod and shake your head, ok?” Nod. “Do you need some water?” Shake. “Do you need to feed?” Shake. “Do you want me to draw you a bath?” A pause, then a slow nod.

Jungkook kisses his nose, then his forehead.

“Should I carry you with me?” Nod. “Ok.”

Jungkook shifts to get out of the bed and then quickly bends to lift Jimin in his arms, the blanket still over him. Deep down he knows Jimin will never actually need it to keep warm. But it provides comfort so Jungkook keeps it on the younger.

He walks down the hallway and into the bathroom slowly, not using his speed in case it would make Jimin dizzy.

When he steps into the bathroom, he puts Jimin down right on the stairs that lead to their bathtub so he can hold the younger’s hand as he goes about starting the water and putting in some oils he knows Jimin uses frequently when he feels his muscles sore after days and days of dancing.

It doesn’t take long for the bathtub to feel up and as they wait Jungkook stays on his knees in front of Jimin- kissing and caressing every inch of exposed skin he can see. And when they finally settle into the hot water, Jimin laying between Jungkook’s legs- back to the vampire’s chest, he speaks for the first time.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, wincing. His throat must hurt.

Jungkook’s hands move up and down his body, stroking his skin softly. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he says sternly, but his hands on Jimin’s skin remain gentle.

“I just-“ Jimin says, body going tense on top of Jungkook’s.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. Not to me, love. Never.”

Jimin lifts and turns his head and upper body to look up at the vampire. Jungkook smiles at him, kissing his lips softly. The younger looks tired, yet happy. But the frown in between his eyebrows tells Jungkook he actually needs to talk about what happened back there with him. So he nudges his nose against Jimin’s and his hand lifts to grip the back of Jimin’s neck, thumb pressing over his pulse point.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he says, voice low.

Jimin leans into his touch, muscles relaxing slightly.

“I’ve been…thinking about it for some time.”

“About what?”

“About you and your…duty,” he whispers, eyes avoiding Jungkook’s.

The vampire lifts his head up with two fingers under his chin. “What exactly have you been thinking about it?”

Jimin tries to pull his face away, but Jungkook doesn’t let him. His fingers hold Jimin firmly, but his eyes are gentle. After a few seconds of struggling, Jimin finally stops.

“I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else,” he murmurs finally. His eyes close, as if he’s ashamed of what he has just said. And Jungkook has none of it.

“Look at me. Jimin,” he snaps. “Look at me.”

The younger opens his eyes and Jungkook looks right into his dilated pupils as he speaks.

“I don’t want to do that either-“

“I know you might not want to, but you will have-“

“Nobody-“ Jungkook says harshly. “Nobody can ever make me do something I don’t want to do. Not my mother- not any duty I have as the prince of this city. Nothing.”

“But you have to,” Jimin says, pained. His eyes water again and Jungkook hates it. He hates seeing Jimin cry from something other than blinding pleasure.

Jungkook hurries to kiss his eyes. When he pulls back, Jimin looks at him as if Jungkook had personally hung the stars in the black sky just for him. And maybe he had. In another life maybe Jungkook himself had created the whole universe just for Jimin. Just for his baby. Just for his mate.

“If it’s not you carrying my heir, then it’s nobody,” Jungkook says and Jimin’s body curls up.

“But-“

“What do I have to do for you to believe me? I would have impregnated a female vampire decades ago if I truly believed my duty was more important than you. But I didn’t. I can’t. Every time my mother talks about it and I have to imagine someone else heavy with my child, it makes me sick. It makes my skin crawl.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispers, a tear trailing down his soft cheek.

Jungkook’s hand slips from Jimin’s jaw to his mating mark and Jimin’s spine arches at the touch.

“I told you so many times before,” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes, and fingers trailing the healed scar. “This means more than you will ever be able to understand. But I do. I understand. It’s only you. It will always and forever until the end of time be only you. Nobody else.”

Jimin sobs, nose scrunched cutely as he hurries to straddle Jungkook’s lap and wrap himself around the vampire. Their bodies fit against each other like two pieces of a puzzle and Jungkook’s hands hold him as tight as he can.

Jimin cries softly into his neck and Jungkook lets him. He hates that his mate has been keeping this bottled up for hell knows how much time, but he’s happy Jimin had finally opened up. He’s happy to hold Jimin as he cries now because he knows that this time his tears don’t come from a place of hurt and pain deeply buried inside his heart. It comes from a place of understanding and happiness.

Jungkook holds one arm around Jimin as he cries, while with the other he massages the younger’s muscles gently. He sits in the slowly cooling water, kneading Jimin’s muscles until the younger finally stops crying and pulls back to look at him.

Jungkook smiles at him, his hand coming up to stroke Jimin’s cheek. Jimin leans into his touch, eyes red but happy.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers.

It’s been a while since he’s said it and Jungkook realizes he had missed it.

He doesn’t say it back, but he lifts his body to kiss Jimin’s mating mark and that is enough for the younger.

“Now tell me about the ball,” he says when he pulls back. “How are the preparations going?”

Jimin smiles and jumps at the opportunity of bragging or complaining to Jungkook about how things are going. And the longer Jimin talks and smiles and sometimes laughs freely, the more Jungkook’s muscles finally relax as well.

Jungkook used to dread attending his mother’s parties. It annoyed him to no end that he had to come and act all nice with people below him for the sake of keeping the peace or just to make his mother happy.

But now, Jungkook feels almost like home in the extravagant ballroom. Because Jimin is here. And if there’s one thing Jungkook loves about attending any gathering with his mate, is that he gets to watch as the younger charms every last vampire around him.

Jimin seems to know everything about everyone and that makes him perfectly capable of entertaining anyone that comes up to him. Jungkook can’t even believe Jimin had once actually been afraid of not being welcomed into their society.

Nights upon nights of doubting himself. Of crying in Jungkook’s arms about how he will never be enough for Jungkook. About how he will never be what everyone expects of him as Jungkook’s mate. About how Jungkook deserves better.

Jungkook hated those nights. They were few and very far in between during their first three years as a mated pair and Jungkook had tried his best to ease Jimin’s doubts. To make him see how truly perfect the younger actually was. How nobody else in this world could ever stand at Jungkook’s side like Jimin did.

It had taken some time. But Jimin had finally understood.

Jimin was above everyone else here. And even though everyone and himself included knew that, he very rarely acted like it. Jimin was one of them. Jimin was polite with everyone and anyone. And everyone loved him for it.

It was truly a sight to watch him work his magic on every vampire around him.

Especially when he wore the most jaw-dropping outfits he could think of. Jimin loved teasing Jungkook when they hosted a ball together, that’s part of the reason why he had been so sad when Jungkook’s mother had forbidden them from hosting one for five years. She had ruined, without even knowing, another little game they had pulled together. But it was finally back, and Jimin had come prepared.

His blonde hair was perfectly styled back with only a few stray strands falling over his forehead and into his eye. And the further down Jungkook looked from there, the tighter his pants got around his cock. But he has to give it to Jimin. This year he had really outdone himself.

Jungkook had never seen Jimin wearing something quite like this before.

A pearl necklace rested beautifully against his collarbones, attracting people to look at his slender neck and mating mark. But what actually made Jungkook want to take him away from all the red prying eyes was the black silky dress than hugged perfectly every curve of his body. It wasn’t exactly a dress; it was more of a very flimsy and elegant trench coat that was being kept together on his body by a thin thread of silver around his narrow waist. The material covered his arms fully but exposed more than enough of his collarbones and chest. And then…Jungkook’s undoing. The black material parted right on the side of Jimin’s hip to expose his leg fully. And that would have been just any other piece of clothing Jimin chose to put on at events like these if it weren’t for the black fishnets hugging the meat of his thighs deliciously.

The material went up his leg from his black boots to his upper thigh where a garter locked it together with what Jungkook guesses to be his panties. He can’t clearly see it because the dress actually covers his front and back very well, but his side is too exposed for it to be anything else.

Jungkook almost drops to his knees in front of Jimin, ready to worship him for hours upon hours.

But that would be too easy.

That would mean Jimin doesn’t have to work for it, and that’s not the purpose of the game.

So Jungkook pushes down the arousal creeping up his spine and walks steadily to take his place next to Jimin, a hand resting possessively over the younger’s lower back.

Jimin looks at him, eyes shining with mirth, a glass of his favourite champagne in hand.

“Where were you?” He asks sweetly. He turns his neck as far to the side as he can to look at the vampire without turning his back. And Jungkook sees right through him. Jimin used to do this to make him snap in their first few years after mating. Jimin proudly exposing his mating mark used to make Jungkook see red. But now it only sends a jolt of pleasure and sick possessiveness through his body.

“Taehyung is here. I went to see him for a few min-“

“Taehyung?” Jimin’s eyes light up and Jungkook’s eyes twitch. A hand slaps his chest, and it takes a second for him to register that Jimin had actually slapped him. Lightly- very lightly, but still. “Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Because you didn’t want him to come?” Jungkook asks, perplexed.

Jimin shifts his weight from one foot to another, the vampire woman he has been talking to long forgotten. Jungkook actually sends her an annoyed look and she hurries away.

“Well…yes? But that was before he actually showed up. Now that he’s here I don’t mind it.”

“What kind of logic is that?”

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, offended. Before he stands up straighter and pulls away from him. Jungkook almost chases him.

“My logic. Now tell me, where is he?”

Jungkook thinks about lying for a second, then quickly banishes the thought.

“Probably somewhere backstage looking for a quick snack.” And as soon as he’s done, Jimin is walking away with a quick thanks over his shoulder.

It doesn’t annoy Jungkook.

It doesn’t annoy him that Jimin disappears for one whole hour.

It doesn’t annoy him that when he comes back his dress is looser, exposing almost his whole chest and toned belly, more pearls adorning his neck.

It doesn’t annoy him that Taehyung must have touched Jimin’s skin to place those pearls and adjust the dress.

It doesn’t annoy him that they walk together in the ballroom with Jimin holding onto Taehyung’s elbow.

It doesn’t annoy him because he knows they’re friends. Over the decades, the two have grown impossibly close and Jungkook really doesn’t mind it. Any other day he would sit back and watch quietly and happily as the duo had fun with each other.

But this is not just any day. Today is the day Jimin was supposed to work hard for Jungkook’s attention, not the other way around.

Jimin is smiling from ear to ear as Taehyung gestures widely around him with one hand, surely recalling a very dramatic incident to Jimin. The younger looks happy, truly. And that’s the only thing that keeps Jungkook from stepping between them.

He sighs, turning to see if there were any important guests that needed his attention. He can deal with leaving the two alone for a few more hours.

By the time he’s done pretending to care about the new military strategy some King he doesn’t even remember the name of had implemented, he thinks Jimin must be on his way back in Jungkook’s arms.

But when he steps into the center of the room from the side where all the tall and small tables were placed, he sees the two still together. Dancing.

There’s nothing romantic about the way Taehyung holds Jimin to his body as they dance freely. But the second his eyes meet Taehyung winks at him, a dirty smirk lifting the corner of his lips and Jungkook sees red.

He’s behind Jimin in a second.

“My turn,” he says sternly, eyes on the tall vampire.

Jimin jumps back at his voice, turning instantly to look up at him.

“Jungkook-“ he breathes out, the prettiest smile stretching his lips wide. Jungkook extends his hand and the younger takes it without even thinking, stepping away from Taehyung in a second.

“Don’t forget about our plans, Jiminie,” Taehyung says while wiggling his eyebrows.

Jimin laughs and shakes his hand at him, flipping him off. “I’m not a child. I won’t,” he assures Taehyung, and then the vampire leaves. But not before winking once more at Jungkook, eyes trailing suggestively to Jimin.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, hand tightening around Jimin’s middle.

He knew Taehyung liked to rile him up when it came to Jimin. Jungkook knew Taehyung only did it to see him get irritated. His suggestive looks were only that, looks. Taehyung would never dare touch Jungkook’s mate. Jimin himself would never allow it in the first place.

But that doesn’t mean the other vampire never thought about it. Especially after their mating. Maybe Jungkook had actually made a mistake by allowing Taehyung to participate that night. Maybe he should have never let the other see Jimin like that, not when he knew Taehyung already liked Jimin more than he ever needed to.

But he had been unable of stopping himself. Back then, he needed to make Taehyung understand he will never be Jungkook for Jimin. He would never get to have what Jungkook has. And maybe now Taehyung needed another reminder because it seemed like decades of new memories had buried the most important one.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Jimin almost laughs as he says that, head leaning back to look at Jungkook.

He’s swaying slowly in Jungkook’s arms, easily leading the dance. Jungkook lets all tension leave his body as he looks into Jimin’s vibrant red eyes.

“Nothing important,” he says.

Jimin hums, obviously doubting him. But he settles on not questioning Jungkook further.

“So,” he starts, a suggestive smirk replacing his sweet smile. “What do you think about my outfit?”

“Hmm,” Jungkook twirls him around once while thinking about his answer. Jimin laughs loudly as he settles facing Jungkook again and the vampire winks at him. “I think it was better before.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow. “Before?”

Jungkook tugs at the five pearls decorating his neck with one finger. “One was enough.” His fingers slide down his chest, settling right under his belly button where the dress begins to cover him up. “And this is too much skin.”

Jimin snorts, head cocking to the side. He twirls around again on his own. “This much skin never bothered you before.”

“It doesn’t bother me now either.”

“Then why was it better before?”

“I just told you.”

“You just lied to me.”

Jungkook chuckles, but it’s to hide the snarl that was about to snap out of him and Jimin knows it.

“Did you open the dress yourself?” He asks, and he sees the second realization downs in Jimin’s pretty eyes. His eyelashes flutter and he bites his lower lip to hold back his grin.

“No,” he says, way too pleased with his answer. “I didn’t.”

“Taehyung did?”

“He said he was working on something similar for his show and asked me if he can adjust it to fit that style.”

That fucker.

Jimin pouts up at him, feigning innocence “How could I refuse my best friend a favor?”

And that’s when Jungkook finally understands.

Jimin never forgot about their little game. This. All of this was part of it. He didn’t mean to make Jungkook jealous per say, but he knew it would make Jungkook snap sooner than ever before. And then he would win for three years in a row.

The first Jungkook likes to consider a mistake. He had let Jin get him too drunk and drunk Jungkook has no filter or restrain. He was in between Jimin’s thighs in less than five hours after the ball had started.

The second year was less of a mistake, but still not entirely Jungkook’s fault he had given in too fast. What was Jungkook supposed to do after being dragged to the bathroom when Jimin had become jealous that the vampire was apparently flirting with a female vampire? Give his baby what he needed, of course. So nobody can blame Jungkook for losing when he had just been a good mate to his baby.

Jungkook would say he can’t let that happen. But when it comes to Jimin he’s a winner anyways. And he also has to teach his friend a lesson, again.

But that can wait. Jungkook can dace and chat with his pretty mate for a while longer. Dancing was Jimin’s favourite thing in the whole wide world, especially when Jungkook was his partner.

“You’re right,” he says with an easy smile. “You did good by helping him.”

Jimin blinks up at him, legs missing a beat. “I…I did?” He asks, eyes narrowed.

Jungkook kisses his cheeks. “You did, baby. You helped him bring his vision to life. And later tonight,” he bends to whisper in his ear, making Jimin shudder. “You will help him remember his place.”

Jimin tenses, body arching into Jungkook.

“What?” His legs miss beat after beat. Jungkook has to almost drag him around the dance floor to keep from bumping into other couples dancing.

“Don’t act naïve, doll. You know what I mean,” Jungkook says while pulling back.

Jimin looks up at him, eyes wide. But desire burns bright in them and Jungkook knows Jimin finally understands and agrees to whatever Jungkook has in mind. Of course he does, Jimin liked being owned just as much as Jungkook enjoyed to remember anyone who owned him.

They’re not as wild as they were decades ago. Not even close. Back then, Jungkook used to have Jimin cockwarm him at almost every meeting. But over the years, the desire to share even that much with anyone else had died down for both of them.

They had only slipped once in the last six or so decades. Not counting the previous ball they had hosted when Jungkook had riled Jimin up too much with his sweet praises. But never before and since then. And it seemed like both of them were craving for it.

Jungkook keeps Jimin on the dance floor for another two hours. Until Jimin can’t get much closer to his body than he already is. Until his thighs tremble and his fingers squeeze Jungkook’s hand and shoulder for dear life. Until he’s practically begging Jungkook to finally take him away.

He sees Taehyung watching them from the corner of the room, and that’s when Jungkook makes his move.

His hand slides down Jimin’s leg, over the black fishnets. And on his way up, he slips his fingers further on the right to expose more of Jimin’s naked asscheek. He sees the moment Taehyung sees him do that and his hand snaps up. When their eyes meet, he winks at the other, and then he pulls Jimin to the back of the palace, knowing Taehyung is right behind him.

If Jimin feels his presence, he doesn’t say anything as he almost runs to keep up with Jungkook’s long legs. If he notices that Jungkook leaves the door to their rented room open, he doesn’t comment on that either and nor does Jungkook say anything about it.

Jimin stumbles into the room, searching for the bed, but Jungkook stops him.

**

“No,” he says, voice rough. He keeps Jimin next to him as he drags one of the black chairs in the middle of the room- facing the door, and then he sits on it, patting his thigh.

Jimin falls down on his lap in a heartbeat, thighs opening wide as his hands settle behind him on Jungkook’s knees. Jungkook’s hands settle on his hips, and Jimin arches his back, a broken moan building in the back of his mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes slip past his slender shoulders to see Taehyung’s black shoes peeking through the small crack. He doesn’t see his face, but he knows the other can hear them perfectly.

“Did you stretch yourself open for me, doll?” He asks, louder than he normally would in moments like these.

Jimin hums, hips moving in small circles over Jungkook.

Jungkook smirks up at him. “What plug did you use to keep yourself open?”

“Why don’t you find that out yourself?” Jimin snaps and Jungkook almost laughs at his attitude.

“Can I?” He asks suddenly and Jimin’s eyes snap open.

“What?” He mumbles, taken aback. Jungkook knows Jimin would let him do anything, he doesn’t have to ask for permission. But Jungkook needs Jimin to say it not for himself, but for the other vampire listening closely. Jimin has to be vocal about his needs and about what he lets Jungkook do with him for Taehyung to understand.

Jungkook has permission to touch, bite- do anything. Something the other will never have.

“Can I take the plug out?” Jungkook asks again and Jimin nods, a little lost. Jungkook lifts his hand to caress his cheek gently. “Words, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Jungkook’s hand slides behind the younger. It slips under the side that already exposed Jimin enough then down in between his cheeks. His fingers tug at the thin material resting against Jimin’s rim and the younger jumps when he lets it go.

“I was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing for them to not show because of the deep slit,” he whispers. “But I have to be honest and say I never expected a thong, doll.”

“Glad I can surprise you even after so many years,” Jimin breathes, a small and amused smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook’s other hand moves to pull the dress aside until Jimin’s ass is fully exposed and then his eyes lift up to the door again. And this time, he doesn’t see the tip of a stray shoe. He sees red eyes watching hungrily.

His hands grip Jimin’s asscheeks and then he pulls them aside. Jimin arches into his touch, pushing his ass further back. And Jungkook knows exactly the view Taehyung has. He had been in his place too many times to ever forget.

So even though he can’t see Jimin’s perky ass, he can imagine it perfectly. He can imagine how the meat of his cheeks overflows between Jungkook’s parted fingers. He can imagine how pretty his hole looks stretched around the head of the plug and with a thong over it. He’s a walking wet dream. And this is far from the best part. But it’s all Jungkook will allow Taehyung to see.

Once he pulls the plug out from Jimin with a wet sound, he only lets Taehyung admire Jimin’s dripping cunt for precisely ten seconds before he lets the black material fall over Jimin’s ass to cover him up.

Jungkook sees the annoyance in Taehyung’s eyes, and it only serves to make the smirk on his lips deepen. He had given the other vampire enough to daydream about for another century, now it was time for him to only hear what he will never have.

Before Jungkook can lift Jimin up to open his pants and finally drive himself home, Jimin lifts his ass up and away from the vampire. Jungkook parts his legs to accommodate Jimin and the younger bends to rest his hands on Jungkook’s knees, back arching.

“I want to suck you,” Jimin whispers over his lips. His eyes are as clear as day with a silver of heady neediness swimming in his beautiful irises. “Can I?” He asks sweetly, but still only half a question. He’s already getting comfortable on his knees between Jungkook’s parted legs because he knows Jungkook would never refuse him anything.

Jungkook tangles his fingers in Jimin’s styled hair to guide him to his cock once Jimin pulls him out. “But not for long,” he grunts when Jimin’s tongue comes out to lick tentatively over his wet head. “I want you to ride me.”

Jimin hums and wraps his plump lips over Jungkook’s cock and the vampire’s eyes close for a second. Fuck. What a sight. When he opens them again, his eyes find Taehyung’s, and his hand tightens in Jimin’s hair.

Jimin wraps one hand around the base of Jungkook’s cock while the other slips to his balls and then he swallows Jungkook the best he can and Jungkook sees stars.

“Fuck, doll-“ His thighs twitch and Taehyung’s eyebrows narrow dangerously. “So fucking tight- so hot.”

There’s certainly a different kind of adrenaline and desire that shoots up his spine when he takes Jimin like this while they’re being watched, and he’s reminded once again of why they both love to do this.

For Jungkook, it’s a way in which he can reclaim Jimin as only his. To remind anyone watching that he will be the only one to ever have Jimin like this. That no matter how sweet and alluring and charming Jimin is to everyone around him, he will fall on his knees only for his mate. Only for Jungkook.

For Jimin, it was less about showing that he is the only one to have Jungkook like this, and more about showing how good only he can be for Jungkook. Jimin loved being good. Loved taking Jungkook just as the vampire wished him to. And Jungkook is always quick to praise him for it.

“Taking me so well,  baby-“ He grunts, hips bucking forward. Jimin doesn’t even flinch, not after so many years of doing this. He hums, eyes opening to look up at Jungkook.

Jungkook turns his gaze away from the other vampire to Jimin, taking in how pretty his baby looked on his knees. Saliva and pre-cum pooled around Jimin’s stretched lips, dripping down Jungkook’s cock as the younger moved up and down his girth. He’s slow, eyes tantalizing as he keeps watching Jungkook from below. As if he’s daring Jungkook to make him go faster.

But not now. Jungkook doesn’t want to come down Jimin’s throat. He wants to come in his cunt. Over and over again until Jimin is crammed full. Until Taehyung can no longer bear to hear Jimin’s cunt being painted white from within and he leaves before they’re even done for the night.

Jimin swallows around him suddenly and Jungkook curses, quickly pulling Jimin up. Jimin gasps, Jungkook’s cock slipping from his lips with a wet pop, and then Jungkook has him on his lap again, cock buried between the younger’s plush cheeks.

“Enough,” Jungkook grunts. “I want to feel you ride me.”

Jimin cocks his head to the side, smirking as he shifts a little to adjust himself. “Are you that desperate?” He asks slowly.

“For your cunt?” Jimin shudders at that, finger trembling as he guides Jungkook to his hole. Jungkook’s hands grip his panties under the shirt and in one strong tug, he rips them apart to make way for his cock. He could have easily just slipped the tiny string to the side- but who can think clearly with such a snack on their lap. “Always.” And then Jimin takes him in in one go.

He’s stretched himself so well that Jungkook’s cock slides right in, lube spilling around Jungkook’s length and down Jimin’s thighs. And once Jimin’s hips hit Jungkook’s, he doesn’t wait to get used to the stretch, he’s rising and falling on Jungkook’s cock fast and hard, broken moans escaping his wet lips.

Jungkook’s arm wraps around Jimin’s middle while the other hand slides down his leg. His fingers curl around the fishnets and he uses them to pull Jimin closer to him. They break under the force of his fingers and Jimin whines in his throat at that.

“They’re my favourite,” he whines, his hands flying behind him to support his weight on Jungkook’s knees.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” Jungkook says, almost annoyed. Some flimsy fishnets were not worth his attention now. They looked absolutely filthy around Jimin’s meaty thigh, but they paled in comparison to how Jimin was moving his hips on Jungkook’s cock now.

A hand sliding on the wall next to the door makes Jungkook’s eyes snap up. Taehyungs was leaning on the wall for support while his eyes watched Jimin bounce his ass up and down. He couldn’t see anything due to the dress covering him, but he could see Jimin’s thighs trembling and twitching- parted wide around Jungkook. And that was more than enough to drive any man insane. But Jungkook knew Taehyung needed just a little more.

“How do you feel, doll?” Jungkook asks, too sweetly in Jimin’s ear. His eyes never leaving Taehyung’s face.

“Good- so good!” Jimin moans, hips halting just for a second.

“Tell me more, don’t be shy. Be good for me.” And that’s all Jungkook has to say for Jimin’s lips to part around hurried words.

“So full- So- ah. You’re so big- always so big I-“

“So big you can’t even think clearly?”

“Mhhm.” Jimin cocks his head to the side, fully exposing his mark and Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. Taehyung knows as well when his eyes fly up to the healed mating mark. “Only you can fill me up like this,” Jimin says and Jungkook almost bends him over the bed to fuck him into oblivion.

Only him.

Only Jungkook.

Jungkook expects the other vampire to leave after that. Jimin seems to be expecting the same because for the first time since leaving the ballroom he turns his head slightly to look at Taehyung from the corner of his eyes, hips halting their movement.

But Taehyung doesn’t leave. No. He keeps watching. His eyes slide down Jimin’s arched back to settle on the curve of his ass again and Jimin chuckles.

“Would you like to come closer?” He asks sweetly. His voice floats like a lewd dream around them and Jungkook’s hands fly up to curl on his hip and around his neck possessively.

“Jimin,” Jungkook growls.

Jimin’s lashes flutter as he turns his gaze fully to Jungkook.

“I feel bad,” he says with a pout on his lips. Jungkook wants to bite it. “He’s standing there like this is some kind of punishment.”

“What do you want then?”

“I want him to admire me like I deserve,” Jimin says, voice clear and high and Jungkook almost comes on the spot.

“I don’t want him to see your cunt,” Jungkook says deeply. He won’t allow it. No matter how much Jimin begs him. But Jimin doesn’t.

The younger shakes his head. “I don’t want that either,” he says softly. He bends to kiss Jungkook’s lips briefly and when he pulls back, Jungkook sees raw arousal clouding his red eyes. “I just want him to be comfortable. Let him sit on the bed.” Jimin beds again, this time his lips slide past Jungkook’s to his ear. “Just the bed- so close, yet still so so far away from ever touching me.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches and his eyes snap up to Taehyung.

“Come in,” he growls. “On the bed,” he says when Taehyung steps into the room and the door falls shut behind him. “Not a word. Not a sound,” he commands. Taehyung narrows his eyes at that, a smirk appearing on his lips as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He looks like he has a few chosen words he can’t wait to let slip past his lips, but Jungkook’s hard eyes keep him quiet. For now.

He parts his leg for Jungkook to see the obvious hard-on hidden by his pants. “And no touching,” Jungkook adds.

“Be good, Taehyungie,” Jimin whispers gently while moving his hips in small circles. “And maybe he’ll let you see more,” he chuckles.

Jungkook won’t, Jimin knows that. It’s an empty promise presented as the sweetest gift if the vampire listens to Jungkook.

“Aren’t you just the neediest little minx? Playing with a man’s mind like that…” Jungkook shakes his head.

“You taught me well,” Jimin whispers. He wiggles his shoulders to make the silky material of the dress fall down his arms, exposing his perky nipples. “Is this alright?” He asks softly.

Jungkook hums, hurrying to wrap his lips around one hard numb.

“If you want to, it’s ok,” he whispers, biting the flesh gently.

Jimin gasps, arching his back and his walls tighten around Jungkook. His hands tremble and he tries to lift them to hold on to Jungkook’s shoulders. But the dress keeps his elbows restrained to his narrow waist.

He’s so beautiful. Absolutely unreal on Jungkook’s lap. Jimin opens his mind, body, and soul to Jungkook wholly and the vampire basks in all of it.

Jimin watches him through hooded but clear eyes as he moves his hips just the way Jungkook likes it. And then it’s just them. Even if Jungkook can smell Taehyung’s arousal in the room. Even if he knows he’s there. Jungkook loses himself in Jimin’s eyes.

It’s only them. Only their bodies and souls coming together.

He slides his hand under Jimin’s dress and wraps his fingers around the younger’s leaking cock. Jimin lets out a small noise of protest, but Jungkook doesn’t pull back.

“I want you to come, baby.”

“N-not before you,” Jimin grunts, nose scrunching when Jungkook presses his thumb in the tip of the younger’s cock.

“You know I’ll follow you when you tighten around me as you come,” Jungkook whispers. “So don’t hold back anymore, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”

There’s a low gasp that follows Jungkook’s words. But the vampire doesn’t turn around to look at where it came from. He forgives Taehyung. Only once. One more sound and Jungkook jumps.

But the other vampire doesn’t let out a single sound anymore and Jungkook knows he’s too bewitched by the sensual drag of Jimin’s hips on Jungkook’s lap to say or do anything but stare.

Jungkook moves his elbow around to make the front of the dress part fully and then Jimin’s leaking cock is fully exposed to Taehyung’s hungry eyes.

The fucker should kiss Jungkook’s hand for letting him see it.

Jimin whines, head lolling back to arch his back more. He pushes his chest into Jungkook, and the vampire wraps his lips around the younger’s nipples again as he continues to move his hand up and down Jimin’s cock.

And the second his fangs come out to nip at the sensitive nub, Jimin screams. His cock twitches in Jungkook’s hand and white, hot cum spills all over it as the younger comes. His hips rut almost violently on top of Jungkook, and the vampire follows Jimin right over the edge.

“Jungkook- Fuck-fuck,” Jimin mumbles, fingers digging painfully in Jungkook’s knee as he rides out his orgasm.

“Can you feel it, doll?” Jungkook grunts against his neck. “Can you feel my cum filling your wet cunt?”

“Yes- gods. Yes. Thank-thankyou. Thank you!”

“So polite,” Jungkook whispers, pleased. “Such a good boy for me.”

Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s cock. His hand trails up Jimin’s body, leaving behind a small trail of cum, and then his fingers push against Jimin’s mating mark, smearing Jimin’s release there. Jimin whines so loud that Jungkook expects him to start crying, but he doesn’t. He holds his ground well.

Jungkook turns his eyes to Taehyung. The vampire has his legs wide apart, eyes hungry and jaw flexed as he watches.

“Isn’t he the best?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung’s eyes actually widen slightly. “He takes my cock so well. Anywhere- anytime. He’s so good for me.” Jungkook praises Jimin and the younger trembles and shivers on his lap.

“Jungkook-“ His voice is so soft. So delicate. So meek. Jungkook wants to ruin him.

“Tell him, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers with a smug smirk. “Tell him how good he’s being. He loves to hear it.”

The vampire licks his lips, actually unsure if he can really talk. Jungkook offers him a lazy wink and Taehyung gulps before opening his mouth.

“Jimin,” Taehyung’s voice is so low it cuts through Jimin’s high moans almost painfully. “You’re so good.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Is that all you can do? He deserves better.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes, fists clenching. He leans forward on his knees, red eyes watching Jimin’s delicate neck. Jungkook turns Jimin’s face to the other vampire with two fingers under his jaw.

“Jimin,” this time Taehyung’s voice is sweeter, lower, and sensual. “You’re taking it so well. You’re being so good.”

Jimin shudders, a small thank you leaving his plush lips. His head leans more into Jungkook’s fingers, seeking more of the vampire’s touch. The vampire cups the side of his face fully and the younger kisses his wrist while watching Taehyung through lidded eyes.

“What does he take so well?” Jungkook asks.

“Cock,” Taehyung grunts out.

“Who’s cock?”

Silence.

“Who’s cock does he bounce his pretty ass on, Taehyung?” Jungkook asks louder. His voice leaving no room for defiance.

“Yours,” Taehyung lets out. He sounds almost pained. Almost too pained to say it. Jungkook doesn’t like that. Not one bit.

“Who is he being so good for?”

“You,” Taehyung growls.

Jimin closes his eyes, hips moving again. Jungkook twitches inside him, cock already hard again.

“And who am I?” Jungkook grunts as he ruts his hips forward into Jimin’s heat.

Silence again.

Jungkook’s eyes snap to the other. “Who the fuck am I, Taehyung?”

“Jungkook,” the vampire growls, knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping his knees. Jungkook continues to watch him, hard eyes pushing for more. More. “His mate.”

“That’s right,” Jungkook snarls. “I am his mate. He’s mine. Mine alone.”

His fangs sink in Jimin’s mark and then everything around them fades away. There’s only Jimin’s sweet blood filling his mouth. Only his tight cunt moving up and down on Jungkook’s cock. Only the sound of Jungkook’s cum slapping sloppily against Jimin’s stretched rim. Only Jimin’s high and pretty moans.

Only them in the whole world.

At some point, just as Jimin screams and comes for the second time with only a slap on his pretty cock, Jungkook hears a muttered I need to fucking fuck someone and then the door opens and falls shut in a second. And that’s when Jungkook lets himself take Jimin like he’s been burning to do all night.

**

He stands up with the younger still impaled on his cock then they’re on the bed. Jimin has his face buried in the pillows, plump ass in the air- wet cunt fully exposed as Jungkook rips the dress off his body.

He leaves the stockings on, loving how Jimin gasps and cries out every time his fingers rip another inch of them as Jungkook roughly fucks into him.

Jimin begs and begs for more and Jungkook gives him everything.

The vampire comes in his cunt again and again before Jimin begs him to come on his back and when rays of sun filter in the room, Jimin is spread open on his back.

He watches Jungkook with pretty, red eyes. His pillowy lips bitten raw. He holds his legs open, whispering about how much he wants Jungkook to come on his cock and Jungkook would never in his life dream of denying Jimin something like that.

So for the last time that night, Jungkook jerks himself off between Jimin’s parted legs- fishnets almost nonexistent at this point. He comes with a grunt, painting Jimin’s leaking cock and toned stomach white.

His eyes linger on the bite mark on Jimin’s neck. The marks he had left all over Jimin’s pretty body. The cum painting every inch of his hips white. And then the small bump in Jimin’s lower tummy.

It doesn’t make Jungkook lose control because he’s not in the right state of mind. But he can’t deny the wave of pleasure shooting up his spine.

The bump is bigger than last time, courtesy of how many times Jungkook had come in him in the last couple of hours. Jimin is full of him. From head to toe and even inside.

It has Jungkook hard again in a second.

He guides his cock down again, collecting the cum trailing out of Jimin’s gaping cunt with his tip. And then he thrusts home, fucking his cum back into Jimin.

Jimin mewls and trashes under him.

“ ‘s too much,” he mumbles. He’s so sensitive he actually tries to push Jungkook away, but his walls open around Jungkook freely.

“Just one more time, love. One more.”

Jimin’s head drops to the side. His lashes flutter as he struggles to look up at Jungkook. His trembling hand lifts from the bed to his tummy, and Jungkook starts fucking him rougher.

The younger slips forward up the bed with each hard thrust, but Jungkook is quick to push him right back on his cock with two hands on the his hips.

Jimin’s fingers splay over the bump in his lower belly and his head trashes back, a lewd moan escaping his lips.

“God- Jungkook-“

“Fucked you full, baby. Just like you like it,” Jungkook grunts between each thrust.

“It h-hurts,” Jimin mumbles and Jungkook falls on him. He bites the younger’s lip before kissing him.

“Want me to stop?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin shakes his head, legs wrapping around Jungkook’s waist to keep him close. “Ngh-no. It hurts so good.”

Jungkook chuckles, pleased.

“Gonna feel me in you for days.” Jimin smiles at that, eyes falling closed. “You like that?”

“I love it,” Jimin whispers.

“Should I call Taehyung back in to see your pretty bump?”

Jimin’s eyes fly open, a frown building between his delicate brows.

“Don’t even joke about that.”

Jungkook laughs, his hips slowing down. “Him seeing your cock and cunt is alright, but not your tummy?”

Jimin opens and closes his lips like a fish on land for a few seconds. He’s flustered and if he were human Jungkook is sure he would be flushed head to toe.

“This is…too intimate,” he settles on and Jungkook’s eyes soften.

“I know,” he whispers over Jimin’s lips. “Can you come again for me?” He asks softly, lips kissing up and down his neck.

“No,” Jimin says honestly. His hands wrap around Jungkook’s neck, and his walls tighten around Jungkook. “But I want you to come again.”

Jungkook smirks down at him, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You’re literally hurting from how many times I’ve come in you, but you want more?”

“Are you really trying to make me feel bad about that when you’re balls deep in me?” Jimin snaps. He tries to look angry, but his lips pout at the end and Jungkook hurries to bite them.

“Sorry, love,” Jungkook mumbles. He lifts his body up to give himself room to fuck into Jimin faster and rougher. “Keep your pretty eyes on me and push your hand down harder on your belly- it makes you tighter,” he instructs.

Jimin gasps and slaps his naked chest- Jungkook doesn’t even remember when he had gotten rid of his clothes, but he still listens. He keeps his eyes wide open, looking up at Jungkook and his hand pressed tightly on his tummy and merely a few minutes later, Jungkook comes again.

He falls on Jimin with a grunt and Jimin whines under him.

“You’re too heavy. You’re suffocating me.”

“You don’t need to breathe,” Jungkook fires back.

“But I need to move my hand away, it hurts too much.”

Jungkook jumps up at that. He lifts his body off the younger, eyes flying to Jimin’s tummy. He doesn’t even dare touch the bump. He doesn’t want to get hard again.

“Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom and clean you?” He offers softly.

Jimin nods slowly, brows scrunching in discomfort when he tries to lift his hips.

“Fuck- I feel it coming out of me,” Jimin curses and Jungkook almost growls.

“Don’t say that. Not if you don’t want me to keep you here for another three hours.”

Jimin pins him with a hard gaze. “Don’t even think about it. Take me to the bathroom and clean me. You did this. You have to fix it.”

Jungkook laughs and his hands already sneak under Jimin’s body to lift him up gently.

“Yes, my love,” he whispers, lips finding Jimin’s forehead.

And for the next two hours as Jimin whines and cries and curses him in the bathtub, Jungkook works his own cum out of Jimin’s cunt slowly and gently. Until Jimin finally sighs happily against him and lets his muscles relax under the hot water.

“Are you ok?” Jimin asks after a while, his voice a little too small in the big room.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, hands moving up and down Jimin’s arms absentmindedly.

“About what happened,” Jimin explains. “I’m used to us messing around in front of strangers or vampires or humans that are not that important. But…this is Taehyung. We have barely even kissed in front of him since our mating.”

“Hmm. I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t ok with it.”

“You said he needed a reminder,” Jimin turns his head to look up at him and Jungkook kisses his forehead. “What did you mean? Has he said anything to you to indicate that he…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but Jungkook knows what he’s asking.

“No. He hasn’t. But he’s thinking about it,” Jungkook says slowly.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispers. “He would never-“

“I know,” Jungkook sighs. “I know he would never touch you. You would never let him. But that doesn’t stop him from thinking about it. And I see it in his eyes that he is. He seemed to have gotten over it after the mating when you first started getting close. But in the last few years…he’s become bold again.”

“Well,” Jimin smiles to ease Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows. “That’s all he can do. Think about it. There’s no harm in that. And to be honest,” he bites his lip, looking coy. “I had fun tonight.”

Jungkook smirks. He shifts Jimin until the younger is straddling his lap, water rippling around them.

“I did too, baby.”

“I sure hope you did,” Jimin scoffs. “I didn’t ride you on that uncomfortable chair for almost an hour for you not to enjoy it.”

Jungkook laughs and Jimin bends down to kiss him.

“Would you ever do it again?”

“Like you said- at the end of the day, he’s harmless. So probably, yes. If we’re both in the right mood.”

Jimin nods, pleased with the answer.

“But not in the next few years. That was enough to last me at least four years,” Jimin jokes.

“I’ll follow your lead next time,” Jungkook says. “Whenever you’re ready- rile me up and I’m all in.”

Jimin laughs, head cocking to the side. “Deal.”

After a few seconds, Jimin shifts his hips tentatively, wide smile on his hips. As if he’s joking- just wanting to get a reaction out of the vampire. But his soft cock drags right against Jungkook’s hard one and he gasps, body curling into itself over Jungkook.

“How are you hard again?” He whines, eyelashes fluttering.

Jungkook laughs, hands sneaking under the water to grip Jimin’s hips.

“How can I not be hard with your pretty ass resting on my cock, hm?”

Jimin looks down at him incredulously. “You’re really insatiable.”

“It took you a century to realize that?”

Jimin slaps his chest slightly, his moving forward. He lifts himself up slightly and his hand sneaks behind to guide Jungkook’s cock to his cunt.

Jungkook smirks. “And I’m the insatiable one.”

“Shut up,” Jimin grunts. He struggles to get Jungkook in. One, because they’re underwater. Two because he’s really, really sensitive.

Jimin gasps and stops, eyebrows furrowed after every inch he takes in. Jungkook coaxes him gently, thumbs stroking his hips.

“You’re so fucking big,” Jimin curses, shoulders tense as he’s still working Jungkook’s cock in him.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“I do- shit. I fucking love it. But not when I’m so sensitive.”

“Then why are you forcing yourself to take me?”

Jimin opens his eyes, lips forming a pout. “Because…” he trails off when his hips meet Jungkook’s and his cock is finally fully pressed inside the younger.

“Because you can’t go a second without being stuffed full?”

Jimin whines, shoulders shaking as he just sits still on Jungkook’s cock.

“I just- it felt like enough on the bed but now…” He looks down at Jungkook with wide eyes, begging the vampire to understand him even if he’s not making much sense.

Jungkook relaxes under the younger. “Do you want to just stay like this, doll? We don’t have to come. You can just cockwarm me if you feel like it.”

Jimin’s body practically glows at Jungkook’s words. His eyes light up and his hips melt into Jungkook at the idea of just sitting in the vampire’s lap without having to work for another orgasm.

“Ok,” Jimin whispers and then he falls over Jungkook’s chest. His hands wrap around Jungkook’s neck and they stay like that.

Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven even if Jimin is not moving an inch to make him come. Just feeling Jimin’s hot cunt against his cock is enough to make him see stars.

“So did I win or lose this year?” He asks after a few moments.

Jimin lifts his body to look down at Jungkook. The action makes his hips move as well and his walls tighten deliciously around Jungkook’s cock for a second until the younger relaxes again.

“I had so much fun that I think I’ll let you consider this year a win.”

“Wow, how nice of you,” he says plainly.

Jimin flips him off. “You don’t want to? Then I won. You lost again.”

“What did I lose exactly?”

“The…game?” Jimin asks, unsure.

“I had you pretty cunt around my cock all night. Is that really a loss, baby?”

Jimin grunts, head falling back. Jungkook dives right into his neck, nipping and licking new bruises over old, healing ones.

“Then why ask if you consider this a win either way?”

“Just for the record. I might not remember this in a few decades. I will have to write it down somewhere.”

“Is your memory getting back already, old man?”

Jungkook pulls back, hips snapping up.

Jimin gasps. A string of curses falls from his lips as he leans into Jungkook again.

“That felt so good,” he murmurs after a while.

Jungkook quirks one eyebrow at him.

“I think you might like pain a little too much.”

“No, I just like your cock that much.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook chuckles. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Jimin’s head falls back again. A bubbly laugh escapes his lips and Jungkook’s eyes soften.

“My dirty talk must be really bad if just that arouses you.”

“Your dirty talk is the best.”

“It doesn’t even take that much to rile you up,” Jimin laughs at him. “All I have to say is come in me or breed me and you go feral.”

“What can I say,” Jungkook shrugs. “I’m just a simple man.”

Jimin scoffs. “Yeah, but that won’t help me up my game.”

Jungkook smirks. “You’re cutting yourself short, baby. You’re perfect.”

Jimin sweetens up at that. He’s so easily flustered it was really hard for him to argue with Jungkook if the vampire started praising him.

“Now,” Jungkook whispers. “You haven’t fed in a while. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I wasn’t until you fucked me for like- six hours straight, but now I wouldn’t say no to a warm snack.”

“Then let’s get cleaned and out of here before my mother comes looking for us for another meeting.”

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What?” Jungkook grunts.

“I was supposed to have a meeting with her and Kim Yuna,” he says, horror filling his voice.

“Who is Kim Yuna?”

Jimin gasps, pushing away from Jungkook and stumbling out of the tub. Jungkook grunts from how harshly Jimin lifts his lips and the younger also cries out but straightens himself immediately.  “She’s the princess of Mallorious,” Jimin almost scream out, frustrated. He snatches a towel from the wall and quickly dries himself. “We were supposed to talk about opening a dance academy for young vampires in their city.”

He stumbles out of the bathroom and Jungkook leans back with an amused smirk. He listens to Jimin grunt and curse and a second later he barges back into the bathroom, torn dress in his hand- murderous look in his eyes.

“Are you an animal?” He asks Jungkook, voice deadly low.

Jungkook grins at him, arms coming up to rest against the walls of the tub. “When I’m balls deep in you? Yes.”

Jimin’s fangs come out and for a second Jungkook actually anticipates Jimin’s next move, he’s still hard under the water, he wouldn’t say no to an angry fuck. But the younger closes his eyes and his fangs disappear.

“No sex for you for a week,” he says and then he’s gone, one white towel covering his body.

Jungkook blinks, confused and still aroused. But then Jimin’s words register in his mind, and he grunts, head falling back against the wall.

There’s a full moon lighting up the dark sky and Jungkook thinks it’s only fitting. It would be even more fitting if the moon had even the slightest hues of red in it to match the liquid smearing Jimin’s lips, but it doesn’t. She shines up in the sky as bright and white as ever. Still beautiful, but not perfect.

But where she fails, Jimin and Jungkook will do right. If the sky is not lighted up by her red glow, then the city below will.

Jungkook doesn’t even know where they are. He knows they’re somewhere at the border between Taylan and another kingdom, but he doesn’t remember the name he had vaguely seen at the entrance of the last city his mother ruled over. He had been too busy running after Jimin to read anything carefully.

Jimin.

The reason to all of Jungkook’s happiness and sometimes pain.

Jimin who is watching him with big eyes and sharp red fangs, as if he’s expecting something from Jungkook. His eyebrow quirks up and Jungkook realizes that the younger was indeed waiting for something.

“What?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin rolls his eyes, annoyed that he has to repeat his request. “I asked if you can find a nice human for me.”

Jungkook cocks his head to the side. “You’ve been hunting them yourself for the past four hours. Why do you want me to bring you one?”

Jimin pouts, soft fingers sliding up Jungkook’s chest to rest on his shoulders. So close, Jimin’s sweet scent is intoxicating and Jungkook has an idea the younger knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Why wouldn’t I want my mate to hunt for me?” He asks in a soft voice. “It’s hot. Makes me feel special.”

“You are special.”

“It makes me feel more special,” Jimin fires back, not wanting to back down and Jungkook admires his drive to stand his ground.

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums, hiding his hands in his pockets. Jimin frowns, probably expecting Jungkook to wrap his hands around the younger’s slender waist. But he doesn’t and Jimin looks visibly annoyed by that. “What do I get if I do that?”

Jimin narrows his eyes. “My love and admiration,” he snaps through gritted teeth.

A grin settles on Jungkook’s face. “Not enough.”

Jimin jumps back from him, annoyed. “Then what do you want?” He asks, his right foot tapping against the pavement.

“I think you already know.”

Jimin shakes his head. “No. I said one week.”

“But that was two days ago, you can change your mind. No shame in that.”

“I’m still sore.”

“Hmm. Even better. You will feel so good when I open you up again.”

Jimin shivers a little and Jungkook smiles, thinking he had cracked Jimin’s resolve. But the younger shakes his head quickly, spine straightening.

“No.”

Jungkook sighs. “Come on, baby. Don’t you miss me?”

“We’ve been together every second since the ball, so no. I don’t.”

“You know that’s not what I’m actually asking,” Jungkook almost whines. Jungkook tugs him forward with both hands and even though Jimin is still frowning, he lets Jungkook pull him.

“You know I can’t resist you when we hunt. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook whispers into his ear.

“Close your eyes then. Don’t watch me,” Jimin murmurs, no real malice in his voice.

“I know that’s why you insisted on me coming along, don’t act innocent. And now you want me to hunt for you? Baby,” Jungkook chuckles. “I can see right through you. You want me, but you’re too proud to go back on your word.”

Jimin arches his back until his chest touches Jungkook’s, and his lips find Jungkook’s neck.

“I’m still mad,” he whines and Jungkook knows he had already won.

“I’m sorry for the dress.”

“I worked really hard on finding it. I looked so pretty in it.”

“You were the most beautiful vampire in that room,” Jungkook says easily. “You looked breathtaking. Every inch of you was to die for. And I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right?”

Jimin sighs, fingers curling on Jungkook’s shirt. “I know.”

“Then how about you let me worship you tonight, doll?” Jungkook asks softly. He pulls Jimin’s head back to look at him. Jimin watches him through heavy lashes and Jungkook can see in his pretty eyes that’s exactly what Jimin wants. He wants Jungkook to be gentle. To take his time.

He wants Jungkook to make love to him tonight. And Jungkook will do anything in his power to make Jimin feel loved the whole night.

He bends to kiss Jimin’s cheeks and the younger closes his eyes.

“How about I go and look for the sweetest treat for you and after you’re full, I get us back home and I spend hours buried between your pretty thighs, hm? You want that?”

“Yes,” Jimin breaths out. “Yes, please.”

“No dirty talk,” Jungkook whispers. “No fantasies and rough touches. Just me show you how much you mean to me. How perfect you are. How much you deserve to be looked upon as an angel,” the vampire promises, and Jimin melts into him.

“Yes, please.”

“Ok, love,” Jungkook whispers. “Can you go back home without me, hm?” Jimin nods and Jungkook rewards him with a gentle kiss on his nose. “Go make yourself comfortable on our bed and wait for me, ok? I’ll come back in under an hour.”

“Ok,” Jimin hums. He lifts himself on his tip toes to place a kiss on Jungkook’s lips then he’s gone, his sweet scent and arousal lingering around Jungkook in the dark.

Jungkook doesn’t waste time. He runs up and down the city at full speed, senses on high alert to look for the best meal for his mate.

He finds the perfect warm body walking lonely down the dark street. She smells sweet. Just like Jimin likes it and Jungkook doesn’t even think twice before he pulls the girl into his arms and away.

She screams and trashes in Jungkook’s hold as he runs back home and when they enter Taylan, Jungkook stops to put her down in front of him.

“Shut up,” Jungkook says roughly, but still gentle enough. “You will die tonight. No amount of begging, screaming, or crying will change that. So keep a flicker of dignity with you in your last moments and go down proudly. You are a gift for my mate, act accordingly. Don’t make me mad,” Jungkook snarls.

The girl’s eyes widen. But she doesn’t scream nor cry anymore and Jungkook almost thanks god for it.

“A gift?” She whispers.

Jungkook decides she at least deserves an explanation before dying.

“He’s been really good for me in the last few months and tonight he needs to feel loved and taken care of. Your blood is sweet, just like he always craves when he gets like this. You’re here to satisfy his hunger before I take over and shower him with love and praises.”

The girl looks utterly terrified. But she seems to be accepting her fate.

“Will it hurt?”

“No, my mate is gentle when he feeds.”

“Do I need to do something specific?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Just listen to whatever he says or asks you to do, and you’ll be good.”

The girl gulps, then nods and Jungkook sighs relieved.

He doesn’t ask the girl why she accepts this so easily. He knows a lot of humans want to leave this world as soon as possible for various reasons. He’s just glad he had truly found the perfect meal for his mate.

When Jungkook enters their bedroom- holding the girl by the arm firmly, Jimin is laid on the bed, waiting for Jungkook completely naked and the vampire almost falls on his knees because of how soft his lover looks between their red sheets and his fluffy covers.

Jimin’s eyes find his instantly. They’re hooded, but still clear. Jimin is clearly hungry and aroused, but still himself. Still lucid.

Jimin whispers a soft thank you and then he beckons the girl to him with one finger. The girl goes willingly, not even trembling anymore and Jungkook steps back, content to only watch Jimin take his fill.

Just as he had told the girl, Jimin is gentle with her. He almost acts like a lover in the way he tenderly makes her lay down on the bed. In the way he places his naked body between her thighs. In the way he takes his time stroking the girl’s muscles into submission before biting into her neck.

The human doesn’t scream, nor does she cry. She leans her head further back, eyes closing. Jimin drinks from her slowly, languidly. As if he’s taking his sweet time savoring every small drop on the tip of his tongue. Jungkook will never understand how the younger can go from mercilessly drinking from humans in a fit of blind hunger to this- soft and gentle state.

Jungkook almost feels like he’s intruding. It almost feels wrong to watch Jimin’s naked body slot perfectly over the girl. Almost. But not quite. He dangles off the edge of being jealous that another being gets to feel Jimin’s plum thighs and hard cock brush against them and being happy that his mate is enjoying so fully the meal Jungkook had hunted for him so diligently.

The girl’s eyes roll in the back of her head and then Jungkook hears her heart beat for one last time before it stops forever. Jimin doesn’t pull up from her right away. He lingers over her neck, licking and kissing the wound to heal it slightly.

When he pulls his body up from the human and turns to look at Jungkook, his eyes are hazy and his lips are smeared with blood. He smiles at Jungkook, one hand lifting to the vampire.

Jungkook goes to him in a heartbeat. He takes Jimin’s smaller hand in his and then the younger flies into his arms. Jungkook holds him tightly as Jimin wraps himself like a koala around his lean frame.

“Thank you, Jungkook. She was perfect,” Jimin whispers. His voice is high and wobbly, as if he can barely control his emotions and Jungkook is maybe too pleased with himself for having made Jimin so happy.

“Only the best for you, love.”

Jimin’s lips trail down from Jungkook’s mouth to his jaw and further down until he finally finds the vampire’s mating mark and then he kisses it. So gently Jungkook sees starts in the back of his closed eyes.

“Can you call someone to take her? I don’t want you to leave.”

Jungkook nods immediately. “Of course.”

Five minutes later, after a short call and a few languid kisses, Jungkook’s trusted right-hand knocks at the door to take the dead girl away. And after the door falls shut and they’re left alone in the room, Jungkook falls on the bed with Jimin’s trembling body under him.

And there are truly no words to describe how carefully and gently Jungkook holds Jimin in his arms.

It’s almost awkward at first because he’s really not used to this. His muscles flex and beg for him to maneuver the younger around roughly. To open him up with only two fingers and force Jimin’s walls to stretch around his cock. But he holds back because that’s not what Jimin needs tonight.

He kisses every inch of Jimin’s body. Every patch of skin of his lean body until the younger is whining and moaning under him. Jungkook stretches him open slowly. Almost agonizingly so. Until he has Jimin squirming with four long fingers inside his tight heat. Jungkook doesn’t want the younger to feel even the tiniest bit of discomfort when he finally drives his cock home.

“Jungkook,” Jimin moans Jungkook’s name like the most sacred thing when the vampire bottoms out. The slide is so wet. Jimin is so open he’s moaning and pleading for more the second Jungkook settles fully in him. He doesn’t even need a second o accommodate.

“Shh,” Jungkook shushes him sweetly. His arms cage Jimin in and his lips hover over the younger as he moves his hips languidly. He swallows every moan from Jimin right into his mouth. Every breathy gasp and plea.

Jungkook showers Jimin with soft praises and kisses. Not a second goes by where his lips don’t part around another compliment. Around another gentle so beautiful, so pretty. He tells Jimin how wonderful he is. How strong and smart he is. How talented. He tells the younger there’s no other one like him in the whole world and beyond. No other being like his mate. His perfect mate.

Sometimes, Jimin trashes his head wildly on the pillow, eyes closing as he begs for the vampire to go harder. But Jungkook only kisses his mating mark and pins him to the bed harder with his weight until the younger calms down and his eyes become clearer.

Any other night, Jungkook would have indulged Jimin. Would have turned the younger right over to hold his ass in the air and claim his cunt from behind. But not tonight.

Slowly, that fire leaves Jungkook’s muscles entirely and he doesn’t even wish to go faster and harder. He doesn’t even want to make Jimin cry and scream in pleasure.

He wants Jimin just like this. Soft and utterly happy under Jungkook’s body. They look at each other as Jungkook moves above him slowly and he loves how clear Jimin’s eyes are. How tight and secure his grip on Jungkook’s shoulders is. How comprehensible every word he lets out is. He looks vulnerable under Jungkook. Vulnerable in the most intimate way and Jungkook can’t take his eyes off him.

He can’t dream of a better life.

Of a better mate.

Decades ago, Jungkook wouldn’t have been capable of taking care of Jimin like this. But Jimin had made sure to teach him over the years. At first he used to hide his desire to just feel loved behind fat tears and broken I love you’s until Jungkook had made him speak his mind clearly.

Until Jungkook had asked Jimin to teach him exactly what the younger wants.

Because even though Jungkook had never known what love is, even after mating Jimin, the younger is his to take care of and protect. Jimin is his mate to cherish and make sure is happy each and every day. So for Jimin, he had learned how to love the younger when Jimin needed it.

He had learned to be the sweetest he can be. The most attentive and caring.

At first he did it because Jimin needed it.

But now, after so many decades. Jungkook himself craves for nights like these. It has yet to become his favourite way of claiming Jimin as his over and over again, but he…feels the effect it has on both of them when they fall against each other like this.

It feels like they’re finally them.

Like all the other times they’ve spent in each other’s arms could never compare to this moment.

Jungkook…Jungkook used to think he doesn’t know what love is. That he’s not capable of it. That his still heart could never comprehend such feeling.

But looking at Jimin now when the younger watches his from below with utmost trust and joy, Jungkook recognizes another feeling in them. Because he feels it himself.

Love.

He had though it would hit him harder if he ever came to understand what love is. But now that he does, he also understands why he’s so calm and not in the least surprised or shocked.

Love is Jimin. Love is them and their bond. It’s as simple as that.

Love is all the days he spends watching Jimin curled in bed with a book in his arms. Love is all the nights he holds the younger tighter to his chest when he starts doubting himself again. Love is when Jimin listens to his struggles, trying to help Jungkook in any way he can. Love is all the important questions they ask each other to make sure none of them is ever forced into anything.

Love is Jungkook’s desire to always see Jimin smile. To always make sure his mate is happy and taken care of- protected.

Love is his disgust when he has to once again explain to his mother why Jungkook will simply never be able to sleep with another- to have an heir to another.

Love is everything he feels when he’s around Jimin. Anger, fear, arousal, happiness.

Love is his devotion.

Jungkook smiles. It feels like a brand-new smile on his lips. Like he had never smiled like that in his life before.

“What?” Jimin asks slowly, hands slipping from Jungkook’s shoulders to wrap around the vampire’s waist.

“I love you,” Jungkook says. And maybe it comes out too dry- plain due to the headiness he feels because Jimin flinches back.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. I don’t want to hear it.”

Jungkook lowers his head until their forehead touch, hips moving impossibly slow.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says and Jimin’s eyes widen. The vampire almost never called him by his name during sex. “I love you.” He says again, this time gentler.

Jimin goes completely still under him. His eyes move rapidly back and forward between Jungkook’s eyes and when he finally sees Jungkook’s honesty in them, he breaks. Fat tears burst from his eyes and his arms curls around the vampire’s neck to pull him down.

Jimin gasps into Jungkook’s ear. His body shakes with his violent cries and for a second Jungkook can’t believe how much it affects the younger that Jungkook is finally able of saying those words. Then he understands.

“I’m sorry for making you wait so long,” he whispers over Jimin’s mating mark.

“Say it again” Jimin sobs and Jungkook quickly obliges.

“I love you,” he whispers over the mark. “I’ve loved you since the day I knew only you would wear my mark on your neck. But I was too stupid to fully understand it. I love you, Jimin.”

Jimin pulls back, eyes blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Jungkook lifts one hand to brush his cheeks and the younger leans into his touch.

“I love you,” he whispers and Jungkook bends to kiss him gently.

“I love you, too,” he responds. For the first time in a century, he finally says it back.

Jimin had never looked so happy before and it pains Jungkook to know that he had kept true happiness from Jimin for such a long time.

But he will have eternity to make it up to his mate. He will make sure to make Jimin feel the full power of his love every single day and night.

They hold each other all night. Jungkook’s hips never leave Jimin’s. They never find their release and it feels absolutely perfect just feeling each other.

Tonight, Jungkook doesn’t need to come ten times in a row to shake the need in his body.

Tonight, he just needs to feel his mate close while they both whisper sweet nothings into each other’s skin.

Love… Jungkook enjoys feeling loved and loving quite a lot.