Spooky BTS Fic Recs [smut]

Spooky BTS Fic Recs [smut]

I’ve never made a fic rec list but since it’s the height of summer and I’m missing fall weather and we all need to pay tribute to Vampire!Jungkook, I’m making a spooky list. Pretty much everything I read is smut and bc I can’t picture Nam2Seok like that I have no recs for them, sorry they’re just my bros (Hobi does make one appearance though).

🧛‍♂️ Jungkook 

Pi Gasu by @jungk0oksthighs [series, ongoing] - Vampire AU, donor reader It’s not an exaggeration when I say I check for updates on this fic daily. I’m addicted. This is the entire Vampire!Jungkook moment.

sweet tooth by @btsgotjams27​ [series, ongoing] - Vampire AU, donor reader Another Vampire!Jungkook moment. The recent flashback chapter has me absolutely hooked on where this story will go.

demon dickin’ down by @vin-taege [one-shot, 2k] - Demon AU, pwp, pure filth This might be my favorite demon smut ever.

wicked by @noteguk [one-shot, 9.1k] - Demon AU, pwp Corruption kink, seriously why is horny dream manipulation so hot

Bite Me, Jeon by @haliiimede [one-shot, 19k] - Vampire AU, friends to lovers Loved the vampire world (multiple vampire breeds) and the Illuminati? I come for the smut, stay for the world building lol.

scenes of misguided magic by @wwilloww​ (feat. Taehyung) [one-shot, 2.3k] - Magic AU A magical threesome for a spell. So hot!!

corrupt by @bratkook [one-shot, 5k] - Vampire AU, pwp German sex club and oc gets ittttt.

Consumed by @jkeuphoriadreamland (feat. Jimin) [series, complete] - Vampire AU, yandere Jimin is an absolute menace in this, but we love him for it.

oh my ghost by @mingoyeob-archive [one-shot, 13k] - Ghost AU Jungkook is a panty stealing ghost in your new apt.

Something Wicked This Way Comes by @softyoongiionly [one-shot, 7k] - Supernatural AU An unexpected visitor arrives on Halloween night. Such a cool concept! (And poor Kook.)

😈 Taehyung

divine seduction by @chateautae [one-shot, 11k] - Demon & Angel AU Demon King, Angel reader. Dom Tae. Eeeeessshhh. Such a good fic!

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash [series, completed] - Magic AU, enemies to lovers The world-building and concept in this fic is unparalleled. And this Tae is so hot.

tear you apart. by @bratkook [one-shot, 13.2k] - Demon AU, pwp This demon Tae should be illegal. Horny dream manipulation, as demons do. And Jungkook as a buzzfeed unsolved nerd, I love him.

Black Ravens by @kth1 [one-shot, 8k] - Vampire AU, pwp Dom vampire Tae. That’s all you need to know.

scenes of misguided magic by @wwilloww​ (feat. Jungkook) [one-shot, 2.3k] - Magic AU A magical threesome for a spell. So hot!!

Beastly Gods by @lemonjoonah [one-shot, 8k words] - Hybrid AU, yandere This one is so fucked in such a good way. Reminds me of a Grimm tale in a spooky forest.

Carved by @haliiimede [series, ongoing] - Demon AU, dark dark series, enemies to lovers This world is so interesting and I love Jungkook’s dynamic. One of the darkest fics on here, lots of trauma.

ALLURE by @badbhye​ [one-shot, 5.3k] - Vampire AU Dom but also soft and romantic Tae.

🧚 Jimin

Realm of Enchantment by @jkeuphoriadreamland (feat. Taehyung) [series, completed] - Fae AU, yandere One of my favorite Jimin fics. I think of this way too often. Faerie Jimin definitely has an FDA warning.

Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash [one-shot, 42k] - Prince of hell, Witch AU, enemies to lovers This was one of the first fics I read by kpopfanfictrash and I was hooked. Everything they write is elite.

Treasure by @sombreboy [one-shot, 4.7k] - Faerie dragon hybrid, yandere I have a serious thing for Faerie Jimin.

oh, little red by @jincherie (feat. Yoongi) [one-shot, 13.3k] - Hybrid Wolf AU Y’all this is so hot. dom!Yoonmin, a dark forest, bondage, knotting, ok bye.

My Princess by @kth1 [one-shot, 10k] - Vampire AU, kinda pwp Jimin is so soft I love him.

🧟 Yoongi

Love Lockdown by @personasintro [series, ongoing] - Zombie apocalypse AU, enemies to lovers No smut yet but excited for it cause this dynamic is chef’s kiss.

Blood Bounty by @lemonjoonah (feat. Taehyung) [series, completed] - Vampire AU, yandere A mind fuck of a story, lemonjoonah never disappoints with the twists.

oh, little red by @jincherie (feat. Jimin) [one-shot, 13.3k] - Hybrid Wolf AU Y’all this is so hot. dom!Yoonmin, a dark forest, bondage, knotting, ok bye.

the dark. by @bratkook [one-shot, 18k] - Demon AU Love this concept! Mysterious Halloween club, sign me up.

the velvet devil. by @junghelioseok [one-shot, 10.5k] - Vampire AU Yoongi is so cute and protective.

Borderland by @mygsii [one-shot, 8k] - Demon AU The story building in this is great.

Reading recommendation (Jimin only)

(F): fluff, (S): Smut, (A): Angst

Czytaj dalej

Christmas Mass | PJM

Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You're a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you're always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God.

Jimin x reader Demon AU. Dark smut.

Hi this is my first really dark plot. I wanted to post this yesterday t-t, but well, I did make it in time for Sunday lol. If you like dark fics than keep reading, you're in for a wild ride. If you don't like dark fics, then stop reading right now :D

Trigger warning: 18+ dark themes, horror, dead body, blood, gore, demons, religion, church, smut, rough sex, sadism, reader manipulation, dubcon, sleep paralysis, blowjob, fingering, oral sex, spit play, edging times a thousand, choking, degradation, dark ending

Word Count: 7.5k

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CHRISTMAS EVE.

Church bells ring.

Back and Forth, resounding and loud. Hollow echoing, the musical tone spreads out across your small town.

The clanging reverberates like a heartbeat, steadily growing louder with each step closer. You felt the deep vibrations thumping inside you, the church just on the horizon. Like a beacon to others, but to you, to you it felt foreboding. If the church was a beast, the bells were it’s roar.

The procession walks so solemnly for such a festive occasion. Snow crunches beneath the throng of churchgoers.

The bells ring.

You hear your own heavy breathing, a familiar hiss in your ear to move out of the way.

“Yes Mother.”

The ice and rocks hurt your soles. Your heels are too tight, too constricting around your feet.

The women around you dressed in jewel tones, in their best dresses, faces powdered, lipstick heavy, too much perfume.

The men around you wore coats and hats, warm and cozy, blessings for the breadwinners.

But you, you have to freeze.

In thin expensive material, in painful shoes and compressing undergarments, your hair pulled tight, your face itchy and you can’t scratch, lest you ruin your meticulous makeup. The wives clinged to their husbands, shivering in the cold.

You shivered, alone.

You fell further back into the crowd with no man to hurriedly pull you along, to badger you to move faster. God, these women must hate their lives as much as you.

Day one of three.

Three days of this. Three days stuck inside these pious walls. You might as well be one of those bells, aching under strain, always moving and never getting anywhere.

The small chapel was filled.

In every pew, churchgoers stand shoulder to shoulder. Air thick with incense and body heat. You prayed for your soul. This holy communion was not comforting, this was not fun. The only thing you looked forward to was-

Him.

On Cue, Father Jimin Park ascended to the forefront. Draped in gold, angelic in his robes, ethereal in his movements, an icon of faith.

You prayed. You endured the smell of musk and the rising temperature to watch him move across the stage. You listened to his sermon, hypnotized by his voice, in awe of his presence.

He’s commanding. Commanding attention, commanding respect. Eyes sharply watching, peering into the eyes of each member of the congregation, he kept his gaze steadfast. You longed for Jimin to notice you, look at you, see you...

It was unfair, you wished to be like him. Father Park was magnificent. You were a nobody, a disappointment of a daughter, unwed, misunderstood. You prayed for what he had. You prayed for his confidence, his passion. His sermons captivated, and when he sang...his singing made you really believe in a higher power.

He’s beautiful. Your church’s newest Pastor caught the eyes of every woman in town, but he was a man of God. Built like The Gods, more like it. Physique apparent under even the cascading fabric of his robes. But he kept to himself, smiled gently and reproached any woman’s flirting. You watched from a distance, too shy to ever strike up conversation, even if you yearned to befriend the distant newcomer, to-

You prayed. He was a man of faith, you told yourself, a man of God. You felt shameful in your longing thoughts.

And yet your thoughts whispered over your prayers, growing more and more depraved. You were captive to the fantasies running through your head.

You tried to focus on Jimin’s words, but you thought of his lips instead, full and soft, running gently along your cheek.

You tried to focus on the gospel, but you imagined his sweet voice against the shell of your ear instead, calling your name, whispering vile things the holy man in front of you would never think to say.

You prayed, pulling your thighs together, tight, subduing the ache inside, and focused on the man in front of you. His alluring eyes, his enchanting smile. In your mind his eyes turned dark, his smile turning seductive...

He’s sinful. You shook your head, breaking away from your fantasies. You prayed-

You almost jumped when Jimin’s eyes caught yours and held your gaze, his smile widening. You felt caught, trapped under a microscope like a bug, on your back, legs spread, about to be dissected.

You couldn’t keep your eyes connected any longer, too hot under his stare, letting go of what you wanted desperately. You turned back to your bible, buzzing inside from the moment you shared. You were weak and foolish, just like your parents always said.

“Body of Christ.”

You cupped your hands in front, but Jimin raised his hand to your lips instead, smiling again.

The buzzing intensified, so close to him, you were able to admire the new Pastor’s beautiful features, able to reach out and touch him. You willed your body to remain calm.

But the heat inside you grew.

It was so shameful, how much you pined for him, arousal dripping between your legs, pooling in your underwear. A transgression you couldn’t control, your shame overflowing, sticky against your folds. It was wrong!

You prayed! For forgiveness! For strength!

You held your breath, parting your lips, resting your tongue, you waited for the sacrament. Father Park stood elevated above you. It was overwhelming, how he towered over you.

He bent down closer.

You suppressed a shudder when his fingers pressed down on your tongue, surprised by the accidental graze. His small touch had your body reeling. You screamed your prayers in your head.

“Blood of Christ.”

You reached for the chalice as Jimin lifted the cup to your mouth. Your body froze as his adept fingers guided your jaw, tipping your head back to drink the red wine. Your sick fantasies resurfaced, thoughts of his hands all over you, caressing your jaw just as he did, wrapping around your throat, reaching inside of you, pulling you apart, bruising your body as his.

Jimin smiled sweetly down at you, eyes sparkling with warmth. You were distraught, heated by his attention, sinning in front of the eyes of The Lord, a weak heathenous woman, a sinner-

“A-Amen.”

CHRISTMAS DAY

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

“Y/n?”

“Father P-Park?”

“Forgive me, these should stay anonymous, but I recognized your voice. You seemed troubled the other day in mass.”

You kept quiet, too scared to speak. How did he recognize you? You've barely spoken to him, except in your confessionals. Had he known it was you all along?

“Are you still having your night terrors?” He had.

“Oh. Um y-yes.” You called them nightmares when you asked for The Lord’s forgiveness, but they were worse, dreams fueled by cardinal sin, torturing you for nights on end. “But t-that’s not w-why-”

“What is so wrong that you seek out forgiveness on Christmas Day?” His voice was playful, an attempt to calm your nerves, but the thought of answering him made your stomach turn.

How could you tell him you needed reprieve from your lust-filled thoughts, when he was the subject of your desires? How humiliating. So you improvised.

“I-I want to run away.”

“Run?” This peaked the pastor’s attention, “From what?”

“This town!” You cover your mouth in your outburst. Looking over to the curtain, you try to make out the expression of his shadowy figure to no avail. “From m-my f-family,” you exhale. “I just - I just feel like I’m meant for more. I’m so tired - I’m so sick of this place. I hate it,” you spit out.

There’s silence behind the pleated curtains, a softness to Jimin’s words once he finally speaks. “Hate is a strong word.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize immediately. However, you meant what you said, you felt the truth behind your words as soon as you spoke them. “I want to leave, but my parents-” You scoff at the realization, running away really would be your only means to escape this town. “They would never allow it. I-I’m an adult, I should be able to make my own choices, live my own life-”

“It is only natural for a parent to want to shield their child, try to understand it from their perspective.”

“I-I’m sorry, please forgive my transgressions.” Your heart rate quickens, you bit your tongue and waited for your penance, keeping your thoughts to yourself. A devout man like Father Park could never understand the doubts you held.

Jimin sighs, “You are wise to stay. You are very blessed, I have only just come and I see the opportunities here.” What opportunities could be in this slowly decaying town? “The world is full of dangers that could lead sweet girls like you astray.”

Your chest tightens, anger bubbling up inside you. Rage so sweet, another opportunity for Jimin.

“Have you spoken to your parents about this?”

“They’ll never listen-” you say bitterly.

“Try.”

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You cried, walking the quiet streets of your town after fighting with your mother. The bitter cold was nothing compared to the bitterness inside you. Why couldn’t your parents see your unhappiness? They were as blind as their faith, and as judgmental too.

You were tired, yet this small freedom you didn’t want to let go. You walked the edge of the town, wishing for the courage to step over it’s boundaries once and for good.

“Father Park?” A man stood under a street lamp, illuminated by the yellow glow. When he turned, his beautiful face was unmistakable. He dressed in black, so different from his long white robes. The signature white collar of his priesthood around his neck.

What was Jimin doing on the edge of town? So far away from The Church, which sat at the town’s center. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m used to it, I’ve lived in colder areas,” he smiles, folding his arms, his forearms bare, the sleeves of his black dress shirt folded up despite the cold. How is he not freezing? You hugged your body, you could feel the coldness through your coat into your bones. “You should go inside, y/n. You’ll catch a cold.”

His hands run up and down your arms. It was a kind gentle gesture. The thoughts that followed were not.

Jimin noticed your bloodshot eyes, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, pulling away. “I-I’m fine, sorry I bothered you.” You turned to leave, but his hands remained on your shoulders, yanking you back.

“Wait! Here, come sit down.”

You could feel the bench's cold metal frame through your clothes, Jimin's warm body pressed close to your side. You wanted to lean into his warmth further, but held steadfast in shame, for your body was seeking more than just comfort.

“Why are you out here all alone? You know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the night, even on The Lord’s Day.”

You laugh softly, “I very much doubt this night could get worse.”

Jimin frowns. “This does not have the discretion of a confessional, but know I am here to talk, if you’d like.”

You stay silent, holding back unshed tears.

“Y/n?” His finger pulls at your chin, shocking you out of your stupor. “Please talk to me. I want to help. I would be remiss if I left a pretty young woman crying alone on Christmas Day.” He speaks softly, soothingly. It made you feel worse, the pity he was giving you. It was pitiful, how you were acting.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ve just had a fight with my parents. I’ll be okay, don’t worry. I-I’m fine.” You hope he believes your wavering smile, the excess cheer in your voice.

“Let’s go inside, c’mon, before you catch a cold. I think we’ve both hidden for too long.”

“No, I’m f-fine-” You didn’t want to go back yet, back into the stuffiness of your room, stuck like a prisoner.

His fingers interlocked around yours, pulling you up. “Then come with me, let’s go to the church.”

You followed him obediently, like a lamb to slaughter.

The streets were empty, everyone gone inside their homes, doing what you should be doing, spending the holiday with their loving families.

Instead you walked in the darkness. The night was still. Serene in your mind, the pastor’s presence made the quiet feel pleasant, the deserted town feel quaint.

You walked slowly back into town. The darkness of the winter gradually brightened along the path. Father Park did not let go of your hand.

You shifted your eyes down, unbelieving of your circumstance. You knew he was only doing this out of pity, you knew it meant nothing, but your heart wouldn’t listen. Your heart jumped inside your chest with each step and swing of your connected wrists.

The church felt so empty now, the smell of incense gone, a cool draft wafting over the pews. You followed Father Park inside, straight to the Church’s altar. He held your hand still, much to your delight. At the head of the church, you looked back, to see what he sees every weekend.

He pulled you further. You walked along the walls, past the crucifixion. Behind the large cross there were a hidden quarters.

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“Are you thirsty? There’s not much here but wine, but it will warm you up.” He poured two glasses.

“T-Thank you.” Inside the small backroom there was only one seat at the table and a small cot in the corner. You stood awkwardly. Should you sit on the bed?

The red liquid burned your throat, you could feel it trickle down to the pit of your stomach, warming you instantly. This was much stronger than the watered down communion. You held the cup to your heart, letting the warmth cascade down your limbs.

Father park smiled sweetly, leaning back on the old wooden chair, legs extended and spread.

“What to do with you.”

“S-Sorry?” You look up immediately, startled that you had been caught looking at his body.

His expression changed, before you could properly understand, before you could realize his ulterior motives. He smiled warmly at you again. Father Park Jimin was smiling at you, seeking out your company, one of the most beautiful men you’ve laid eyes upon. Was it a Christmas miracle?

The coat you wore felt too warm now, you pulled it awkwardly off your body. You still wore your church dress, your shoes changed to more comfortable boots. You ran a shaky hand along your brows, smoothing down your eyebrow hairs and wiping away the growing perspiration, shifting your weight between your legs.

“Here, sit.” Jimin stands, offering you his chair.

“Oh! No, it’s alright.”

Jimin has already moved the chair to your side, he sits against the table instead.

You should have just taken a seat on the bed.

This position was much worse. You kept your head awkwardly tilted up, scanning the room. It was so bare and empty compared to the church's decorated walls, covered in artifacts, in this room only hung one lone cross, tilted on its axis by a missing nail.

You let out a strained breath, looking anywhere but the man in front of you, his thighs spread, leaning back across the table, looking like a picture of relaxation. But you, you are more tense than ever. You kept your legs crossed, your body folded into itself. You didn’t want to accidentally brush against his leg, to make him uncomfortable.

You take another sip of the wine. “Can I ask you a question?” Jimin asks. You nod. “You have no husband. No boyfriend, at least from what I’ve noticed during mass-” You didn’t know whether to feel elated by the fact that Father Park had noticed you, or humiliated that it was glaring obvious that you were alone. “Is that one of the reasons you want to leave?”

“N-No. I just want more, to see the world."

Jimin sighs. “The choir girls like to talk...” Jimin rubs the back of his neck, looking away. “I heard what happened to your fiance, I’m sorry.”

You played with the buttons of your dress, looking down. You tried not to stare at his thighs, spread open in front of your trembling body. “It was a long time ago.”

Your parents had arranged a suitor for you. He was nice, average, a decent man. He was everything your parents ever wanted for you. It was an easy bland relationship, a perfect union, and then there was an accident-

You thought of the crash many winters ago. The images you tried to forget flashed through your mind.

The red headlights, the tires sliding against the ice.

You came to, cut and bleeding.

Broken glass, blood, clouds of smoke.

When you turned to look at the driver, your fiance, his face…his eyes…his grey lifeless face…his swollen dead eyes…

You screamed, you cried for help. Cold, hurt. The happy life you were promised was over before it began.

You hated yourself, because the horrible truth is you never wanted to marry that man. You prayed. You wanted another chance, you wanted to find real love, but not like this, not this way.

You jumped when Jimin placed a hand on your head.

“I know it might feel like you’ll never find someone like him again, but a beautiful girl like you? Just have faith.”

“Yes, faith.” You gave him a strained smile, but inside you were screaming, just like that day of the crash.

You hated this town, the gossiping, the way everyone needed to know everyone else’s business and yet they treated other people’s problems like a nuisance, your pain like a nuisance. And now their meddling had reached Father Park.

Now there was no one left in this town that didn’t know your sordid past.

How long did he know? Were all those commiserations his way of trying to fix you? Did he see you as broken? It wasn’t you, but your dirty little secret that made him notice you?

“I need to get home,” you mutter.

You jump up from the chair, and at that same moment Father Park decides to move off the table. Your bodies crash into one another. The awkward scramble to right yourselves lessens the tension for just a bit, only a little, a small laughter shared between you and gentle hands adjusting each other. But when you look into his eyes, you can’t help but feel exposed again, dissected into parts, unable to make yourself whole. “I’m sorry, I have to - Goodbye, Father Park.”

Without hesitation you run, unwilling to look back or accept that Father Park called you beautiful.

“Excuse me, s-sorry!” you apologized to the man you ran into in your haste, the quiet organ player of your church. He held you steady and your body swayed into his.

“Sorry, I m-must be tired.” The day was almost over, you need sleep, you wanted rest now more than anything. Your body leaned against his chest, your eyes growing heavy, you could barely keep them open. Your head rested against his chest, you felt the shake of his soft laughter against your temple.

“Did you want me to take you to bed?”

“Let her go, Min.” Father Park’s voice sounded so far away, like you were in a dream-

The organ player let you go.

You offered your apologies again, clutching your aching head, and left running.

“She smells so sweet. She’s easily corruptible.” The organ player stretches his tired body. “When will I get my fun?”

“Quiet Min, let me work.” Jimin walks towards Min Yoongi, his oldest friend. He sways down the center aisle in a dance, his palm running along the pews, singeing the wood with each touch, applying small disfigurements to the House of God. He grins in satisfaction.

“Your methods take so long,” Yoongi yawns. “How tiresome.”

“I disagree, I think the hunt is the best part.” He smiles wickedly, swinging his arm over the organ player's shoulder. “A small push here and there to weaken her bit by bit,” Jimin dances his fingers in the air as if he were stroking keys on a piano.

He inhales deep, eyes rolling in the back of his head, groaning loudly. “I can smell her desperation from here. You could never understand the thrill of the chase!” Jimin laughs, the echoes carry through the empty church like a distorted melody.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I prefer to use my energy where it counts. It could have been done tonight.”

“Do you pick a fruit before it’s ripened? She is so close to letting her lust consume her, and then she’ll be mine!” He rolls his tongue across his teeth, sighing from the thought.

Yoongi scoffs, “Ours.”

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That night your dreams came back.

It was always Father Park at the center of your fantasies. This time your thoughts drifted to the vision of him as he was tonight, in all black, tight clothes, hard muscles. He chuckled in the shadows as your body twisted on its own, aching for relief. Your heartbeat fluttering, ribcage tightening from the pressure of your desire. A vision of him stood over you, his dark brown eyes glowing like amber as he watched you, your twisted fantasy of him slowly undressed for you as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

Unable to speak, unable to call for him or call for help, you could only gasp softly as you watched him move closer to you, slowly and purposefully along the edge of the bed.

“So beautiful. So divine.” Jimin moaned your name. Your blanket pulled away, followed by your pants, and then your panties, leaving your body exposed to the cold, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. The only warmth you felt was the growing ache between your legs as your limbs stayed locked in sleep. Pliable. Ready to be used.

Jimin gripped your thigh and pulled you open. He smiled, reaching for your other leg, pulling you wider, standing over you his heated eyes watched you like a piece of art, studying your splayed out form.

You whimpered, trying to call out to Jimin. His hand on your skin felt so real, a reflection of gentle hands on your earlier, your fantasy twisted the memory into harsh unforgiving fondling.

You panted as his fingers dug into your soft flesh, nails like claws, scrapping along the length of your leg, nails digging into your skin. You’re left to grunting helplessly as he scratches along the expanse of your skin, down one leg and up another.

It was just a dream, a figment of your imagination. You knew he couldn't hurt you. Or rather, his pain felt good, a part of your fantasies, like scratching an itch.

Your breathing escalated when his black eyes came closer. A dream, you told yourself, this was all a depraved dream. A version of Father Park your sick mind created, a taunting teasing sadistic version. No matter how real it felt…

His hot tongue ran along your scratches, up and up and up your body. You stayed frozen, tormented like Tantalus, with everything you ever wanted in front of you and still unable to grasp your desires. His toned body seductively moving against you in a sensuous dance. A heaviness veiled over you, heaviness in your groin, no amount of clenching would take away the ache, your body became desperate. You begged your mind for more.

Tears cascaded down your face as you endured Jimin’s teasing touches, wishing you had been a more courageous woman when you had your chance. You had wanted Father Park even knowing how forbidden he was, and now your mind was punishing you for it.

His hot tongue ran along your breast, lapping at your sensitive nubs, up your neck, across your jaw, so painfully slow you wanted to scream. He licked away your tears. “Crying for me? Crying for cock? Such a desperate slut.” You whimpered as his fingers slid down your tongue, opening your mouth for him.

“Whining to be filled by me? You want me to punish you for all those dirty little thoughts in your head, don't you, slut?” His thumb pressed down, fingers holding your jaw, moving your head to nod.

Your eyes closed, overwhelmed by your desires. Your chest felt heavy, his thighs pressing you down, shortening your breath. Your arousal intensified, you were becoming so wet you felt it on your thighs, sticking to your sheets.

You open your eyes to his legs around you, a devilish grin on Jimin’s face, so unlike Father Park’s warm smile, this vision of him looked elated, drunk on the power he had over you.

His leaking cock laid over your face, painting your skin with his essence. “This is what you want, isn’t it? For me to use you like a filthy whore, yeah?” He laughed at the agony across your features. Jimin took his time playing with you, pulling the chords of your sanity until each one snapped, until you were crazed for him.

Gathering spit, he let it fall on his cock and between your parted lips, fingers wiping the liquid over your cheeks, painting your face with his cum and saliva.

His fingers run along the corners of your wet mouth as he bends over and releases more of his spit into your open cavity. “This is better than the blood of Christ, don't you think?” He laughs, biting his lip, delighting in your struggle. “Swallow, and I’ll give you my cock.”

He giggles wickedly as you do as he says. “Ahh so perfect! So willing to be corrupted. My sweet little lamb.”

Jimin rolled his hips into the wetness of your mouth, pressing deep into the hollowness of your throat. You inhaled his scent as your nose met his skin, he smelled so good, he felt so hard and thick around your lips.

You choked on his thickness with every deep thrust. You were a mess of drool and spit and cum as he used your mouth for his own pleasure. No matter how good it felt to hear his moans, feel his cock slide down your tongue, you ached for pleasure too. You craved release. You needed him.

He released down your throat, his hot cum coating your mouth, your body twitched as your breath was stolen.

You coughed for air when he finally removed himself from your mouth. You felt the coldness of his abandonment. The chilly air wrapping around your sweaty body, you shivered and ached for Jimin as he stood over you watching you again, pumping himself over your spread body.

Jimin slapped the sensitive skin of your thighs, leaving a welt across your skin. Your body flinched, a yell came out as a soft whine. Another harsh slap down on your dripping cunt was all you got from Jimin.

Your skin stung with each slap, eyes begging Jimin for his cock instead. Until finally, when you felt the last threads of your sanity unraveling, Jimin plunged his cock deep inside your slick walls, searing your body with remarkable pleasure. You closed your eyes, appreciating the fullness.

“Such a desperate fucking slut,” he groans. “Look at you, I bet you could cum on my cock if I stayed just like this.” He stayed still against you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t will your hips to lift. “Not yet, you’re not ready yet.”

You woke up, drenched in sweat and face messy with tears. You body buzzing and shaking with need. Your limbs now listening, you immediately reached for your core, fingers running over your lips, your clothes drenched in your juices. It was almost immediate that you came, so quick and fast your release wasn’t even fulfilling.

You whimpered, maddened, fingers swiping along your drenched core over and over, trying for another orgasm, but your weak fingers were not good enough, and your second release never came. Your body ached, stomach sore, your arms and fingers tired, you cried all night, praying for release. Praying for Father Park to fuck you. So lost in lust and depravity you never noticed black eyes watching you from the darkness, soft laughter in the corner of your room.

CHRISTMAS MASS

“How long has it been since your last confession?”

“F-Father P-Park?”

“Y/n?”

Your insides twisted painfully, sore and throbbing. You felt invigorated that it was him again answering you behind the veil.

You yanked the curtain open, meeting the surprised face of Father Park. He wore silver robes for the special Sunday mass, sparkling like a vision of divinity.

“Father Park, I-”

“Are you okay, y/n, do you have a fever?” His hand reached out to you, caressing your forehead. You pull your lips into your mouth, quivering with despair.

And like a dam bursting, you cry, falling into his silver robes. He runs his hands soothingly along your hair, your back, but his touch felt like fire, and your body burned with need.

“F-Forgive m-me Father, f-for I have s-sinned.”

He shushes you, holding you close.

“Go ahead and speak, tell me your sins.”

“I c-can’t get these thoughts out of my head. I c-can’t,” you cried.

“What thoughts? Describe them to me.” He hugs you closer, arms resting low around your hips. You shuddered in his embrace. Your hands fisted into his robes, afraid you’ll pull him to you if you let your grip relax. Idle hands are the Devil’s plaything, they say. And right now, your body felt like a doll on a string, moving of its own accord.

“I can’t tell you…It’s too shameful...”

“The Lord’s judgement can be harsh, I know that scares you,” he whispers soothingly, “But there is no judgement from me here. You can trust me, y/n.”

You looked up, into Jimin’s eyes, now so close from your proximity. His eyes looked at you caringly, searching yours for answers. You breathed in his smell, his scent conjuring visions of your dreams. His lips so close all you needed to do was lean over.

You moved away quickly, pressing yourself into a corner, unable to look Father Park in the eye.

You squeezed your eyes closed. “I h-have lustful thoughts.”

“Be specific, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” You felt his body move closer.

“I have lustful thoughts about you!” You wail, head in your hands.

Jimin slowly pulls your hands away from your eyes, lifting your chin…

“And what lustful thoughts do you have of me, Sweetheart?”

He is so close, body now pressed against you in the tiny confessional. He didn't seem upset by your confession, instead he waited patiently for you to answer him.

“You’re touching me. I’m so sorry, I-”

“Where am I touching you?” He holds the back of your head, so you can’t look away. So you have to meet his eyes when you tell him.

“Everywhere. Everywhere on my body,” you whisper, entranced by his deep piercing eyes.

“Exactly where? Touching you on your shoulders?” His palms rest on each shoulder blade.

You shake your head, biting your lip so hard you taste copper. You shift uncomfortable, already wet again.

“Y-you’re touching my breasts-”

You gasp when he moves his hands from your shoulders, placing them atop each breast, gripping your mounds tight, almost painfully.

You cry out involuntarily, a hand covers your mouth to stop your sounds, smacking your head harshly into the wooden wall of the confessional, his other hand never slowing down, pulling and kneading your breasts. You moan into his palm, whimpering, eyes wide with shock, unable to think, unable to make sense of what’s happening. You can’t believe it, Father Park is sinning, with you.

“Where else do I touch you in your thoughts, Sweetheart?” You can’t answer him with his hand tight against your mouth. “Do I touch you here?” His hand harshly grips your thigh. Digging into your flesh. You nod your head against his palm, wide-eyed.

“Do I touch you...here?” His thick fingers press inside you. Your entrance is so wet and slippery, three fingers glide in, your walls easily stretching around his digits. Your wetness doesn’t stop the pain from erupting at the intrusion. You moan and whimper against his palm, body seizing, twisting between the wall of the confessional and Jimin’s body.

“You think of me touching you right-” his eyes lower to your core, “-here, yes?” You quickly nod, head thrown back, tears of pleasure escaping the corners of your eyes as he pumps his digits harshly in and out of you. He finally removes his hand from your mouth. You grunt, shakily exhaling, whimpering as his fingers delve in deep. It was easier when you didn’t have to try to silence yourself and Jimin was doing it for you.

His body pressed in closer, as he whispered into your ear. “What else happens in your sinful thoughts, hmm? Do I fuck you?”

“Y-Yes.”

You yelp as his hand grabs your face harshly, pressing your cheeks together, squishing your lips into a perfect O. You looked up into his eyes peering down at you, Jimin scrutinizing each labored breath you took. He kisses your open mouth, his tongue pressing in deep, stealing the rest of your air. His thumb began rubbing deep circles into your bundle of nerves, leaving you shaking, desire overtaking your surprise.

Suddenly, Father Park stops his ministrations. “Quiet Angel, or we’ll get caught. What will the town think of you then?”

You were close to combusting under his pressure. “Please F-Father…I-I want to cum.”

Jimin presses his nose to your throat, inhaling you deeply. Your desperation smelled so sweet to his senses. “Not yet, think of it as penance for your sins. See you tonight, y/n.”

And before you could react he pulled away from you, drawing the curtain back. When you moved, searching him out, the confessional was empty alone for you.

‘Tonight...’

---

Your legs shook as you walked amongst the procession in your Sunday best. The winter wind stung your skin, the tips of your fingers felt like ice, but your body felt heated inside, your core throbbing.

You stop just shy of The Church’s entrance, watching as the procession marched inside.

You tried to make sense of Father Park's actions. He was like the man in your dreams, so ruthless, rough, unmerciful. It had felt so good.

You were scared. Something told you to leave. You almost turned on your heel and ran, but the desire for his touch pulled you in again.

The church was packed once more. Every row full, every seat taken, except one. You moved to the empty spot next to your mother. She scowled at your tardiness as you adjusting your body to fit in the crowded space.

The congregation stood up, the women dressed in extravagant clothes, dressing to outshine one another. You wore your favorite dress. It wasn’t for God, no it was for-

Him.

Father Park walked in shining, draped in those silver robes you had clutched to in your desperation. He stood in front of the entire congregation. Angelic. Commanding. Beautiful as sin.

One look at him and your body responded. Your insides churned, your stomach tightened, you felt your aching core becoming slicker. You laid your head against the front pew, praying on your knees.

Your thoughts drifted to him all night, heightened by the memory of the confessional. You felt yourself slipping into a lust filled haze, your desires running wild, you couldn’t catch up, you couldn't stop them, you were stuck in an impossible race.

When it came time for communion, you could no longer stay idle.

You left.

You ran.

At the edge of town, you stood.

You stood, unable to move for hours, too scared to go forward, to pitiful to go back.

Father Park's words rang in your ears, 'What will The Town think of you then?'

This goddamned town was all you ever knew! You tried to muster up the courage to leave it now, praying for strength. You clenched your jaw, holding in a scream. God never answered your prayers, why would he now?!

You waited. You looked back one more time, you feared it would be now or never.

You turned to the forest and then you saw something that changed your decision. You had waited too long.

Pairs of red orbs began circling closer to you in the darkness.

Frightened, you ran for the only home you ever knew. Then you thought of your parents and stopped just shy of your destination. If you couldn’t feel safe at home, what were you to do?

The only place left to go was…The Church.

---

The Church was pitch black inside, Sunday Mass long over, you were all alone.

Your heels clicked on the wooden floorboards as you walked inside. Then like magic, the candles around the walls caught aflame, casting the church in a fiery flow.

You heard a shift. You turned around, searching for the source of the sound.

“Father Park?” Jimin no longer wore his robes. He stood in front of you wearing a suit of deep red, dark hair lightened to blonde.

“Call me Jimin, y/n.”

“Jimin,” you swallowed.

“You left mass early,” he whispers sweetly in your ear.

You jumped at his sudden appearance behind you, “I’m sorry. I just-”

“I hope it wasn’t because of what happened.” Jimin licks his lips and places his hands in his pockets, circling your body. “Because you know, I've been thinking about it all day long,” he sighs. “How good you felt wrapped around my fingers.”

Your face heated at his brazen words. “But y-your vow to God-”

Jimin laughs, appearing in front of you suddenly. "Don’t worry about me, Angel. I’ll just ask for a little absolution. See, that’s the wonderful thing about your god, a little Hail Mary or two and-” You squeak as Jimin appears behind you again, gripping your fingers, waving your hands in the air, bringing his lips together with a pop. “All is right again. It’s almost like, hmm,” he lays his chin against your shoulder, “it’s too good to be true.”

You swallowed down your growing fear. “I don't understand what's going on, Father Par- Jimin.”

“Then let me show you.” He wraps his arms around your middle. Yanking you to his front.

In that instance, his tug felt otherworldly.

You looked around at the stained glass windows illuminated by red moonlight, then back at Jimin. You almost screamed when you noticed his black eyes.

Pushing him away, you run towards the doors, but they shut abruptly, the bang echoing through the empty church.

“Oh little lamb, did you think I’d let you go now?” he tuts, “I've just gotten started.”

“Please…don't hurt me.”

“I would never,” he whispers, caressing your cheek. “Your pleasure is more valuable to me than your pain,” he says, eyes dark with desire.

“Now, drink.” Jimin grins, pulling a chalice from behind his back, making you jump. “You missed your Communion.” He lifts the glass in mock cheers. You reach for the glass and he pulls away teasingly, taking a long drink. He drops the chalice on the floor, letting it bounce and roll away as he stalks closer to you.

You stand frozen, too scared to disobey. The way he watches you, you felt staked to the ground, unable to move from his penetrating gaze. He lifts your chin, pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss, parting your lips with his own. You felt the warm liquid fill your mouth, searing your throat. You pull away coughing.

“This is not real, this is not real,” you cough, wiping your mouth. Have you finally let your fantasies turn into delusions?

“This?” You jumped as Jimin gripped your hips, pulling you into him. “Is not real?”

You looked into his black eyes as they turned back to the familiar deep shade of brown you remembered. Jimin held your hand in his, bringing your fingers to his soft lips, you watched as he licks the tips of your pads, wetting your digits with his mouth, he closes his eyes in bliss. “This doesn't feel real?”

You couldn't help but moan at the sight, and he then dragged your fingers under your dress, to your core, running along the wet fabric. “Lace?” Jimin chuckles, “What a sweet sweet gift for me.” He presses your fingers together, entering inside you, guiding you in and out.

“When your ex-lover died in your arms, what did you feel?” he murmurs against your temple, softly kissing your cheek.

“I felt...happy.” The words left your mouth without thought. It was something you tried to deny over and over, a feeling so deep inside you, so unlike you, you couldn’t trust it. “No! I d-don’t know.”

Jimin tuts, pressing his fingers in deeper, “Naughty naughty, what happened to your honesty?” His licks the lobe of your ear and you felt his undeniable pull again.

“I f-felt free.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, “You prayed so loud, it was hard to ignore.”

“Please...”

"Your cries brought me here, little lamb. You wanted passion did you not? You wanted more than that boring old dud of a man could offer, hmm?” Jimin pulls your fingers out of you swiftly, twisting your wrist, gripping your hair, he yanks you closer to him.

What have you done?

“Mmm you smell so fucking sweet!”

You swallowed hard, “What do you want from me?” You try to pull away but he yanks you by the hair back to him.

“It's not what I want from you, little lamb,” he laughs, his eyes back to the horrifying shade of black. “It's what you want from me. I'll give you what ever you desire, you just have to say the words.”

"No! Stop!"

“What do you want, y/n?” He moves closer to you with each word. You retreated until you could no longer, legs hitting the alter. “What do you desire?”

You tried to fight it but his enticing scent filled your head, his sweet words wrapped around you like snakes, slithering across your skin. “What do you pray for at night, when you're all alone? In your bed?”

He stands so close to you his nose bumps into yours, staring into your eyes, his hot breath on your skin.

“Please, kiss me.”

Jimin smirked, lips hovering over yours.

And then he fell to his knees, lifting your dress, placing a kiss on your mound.

You legs give out as he pushes the lace away from your core, pressing his lips to your clit. You grip the altar's edge, holding yourself up as Jimin lays greedy kisses against your core, drinking in your wetness.

You cry out, falling back as Jimin lifts your body up, placing you atop the altar, his lips never parting from your center. He works his mouth over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your back lifts from the altar as he fucks his tongue into you, holding your legs over his shoulders. You moan and shake, body practically upside down, the blood rushing to your head. Jimin's skillful tongue brings you to the edge of ecstasy, stopping before you ascend.

“Please, don't stop,” you plead, at the end of your rope.

“Give your soul to me and I'll never stop giving you pleasure. I'll be yours forever.”

“Yes! Please!” You were tethered no more, your lust was too great.

“You sure little lamb? Tell me how badly you want me.”

“Yes! I want you, Jimin, I need you!”

“You'll give up your soul all for me?”

“Yes!” You cry out desperately. Your rope had snapped, and tightened itself into a noose around your soul.

You sealed your fate, giving into your lust. Jimin had you now and for all eternity.

“Your soul, your body, your cunt is mine.”

“Yes, yes!”

---

Your body shakes, covered in sweat, your legs spread wide while Jimin rolls his hips. You lie on your back, naked, moaning his name. Jimin digs his nails into your sides, pulling you over his thick cock, rattling the altar table as he defiles your body over and over again.

You didn’t care how much your muscles ached, how sore you felt, the place where your bodies connected, the scorching pleasure you felt there was all that mattered to you anymore.

You lost count how many times you came on his cock, Jimin's demon body had never-ending stamina, and your cries only fueled him further. He came over your thighs, painting your skin in white, and swiftly turned your body around, pressing his hard cock back inside your swollen cunt. Your body dragged along the table cloth, smearing your chest and stomach in a pool of cum.

You came violently, screaming, shaking around his cock. Jimin fucks into you, in and out, never stopping.

“You belong to me, y/n,” he growls, pistoning into you rapidly, “Tell me!”

“I belong to you!”

He thrusts in deeply, pulling your head back, lifting your body flush against his chest. “And now that you're mine, I'd like you to meet my friends,” he whispers into your ear.

He smiles against your clammy skin as your eyes scan the room. Appearing from the shadows, six men stand, handsome faces darkly watching you fall apart on Jimin’s cock.

“We can give you all the pleasures of life,” he whispers. You recognize the face of one of the men, the organ player who meets your eyes and smirks at you, licking his lips, eyes roaming over your naked cum covered body.

Even as your mind went blank, the cost of your sinfulness weighed heavy on your heart.

Your Christmas prayers had been answered, but you were now trapped in this desolate town forever.

---

Next Christmas story will be more uplifting, I promise :’D

Sequel: King of Corruption | Naughty Girl Christmas Masterlist

old cringefail pirates (+zoro) as tweets Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

This just screams BILY jinmin thou 🥺 jinmin really is a under appreciated pairing

Pi Gasu | When Two Become One

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, E2L, vampire!jungkook

Word Count - 8k

Jungkook has been keeping you close upon the revelation about the Pi Gasu curse. Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, terminal illness, unintentional violence / injury description, explicit sexual content, painful sex, biting, heavy angst

SERIES MASTERLIST

Being cursed for death doesn’t seem too far afield from what’s written for everybody in this world. People breathe, sleep, eat, breed and eventually they wither and die. Of course there are vices that consume humanity between its beginning and end. Drugs, alcohol, lying, cheating, stealing, fucking everything with a pulse in a three hundred mile radius. And that’s only to name a few.

Death is inevitable for every living, breathing thing. One way or another life ends. No matter how beautifully written the book, or in spite of the end being premature, or even how peaceful the final chapter may be. That’s exactly what it is – a finale. Everything else is irrelevant in that moment. The sins, the celebrations, all the regrets and false promises truly mean nothing when it’s time to close the book.

We’re all born to die.

But to die before you’ve really lived? It’s pitiful. You don’t have a vice, there’s no morally grey area that intrigues you. Well maybe there is one. It’s tall, dark and sinisterly handsome with a knack for taking your breath away whenever it speaks in romance riddles. Whenever it embraces you you’re left wordless, and on the rare occasion it’s lips have moulded against yours it’s enough to consume every fibre of your being.

Unfortunately for you, it’s the same vice you’ve been staying with for almost three weeks now.

The curse of the Pi Gasu has plagued your thoughts ever since Jungkook told you about it. How you and your twin brother Eddie are cursed. How your biological father was a vampire. How Eddie’s terminal illness is nothing more than a transition into immortality. And how his transition will only be completed the moment you die. So it’s all real, the scary monsters and spooky tales. The vampires, werewolves and demons. The witchcraft, the potions and curses. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for you hiding out in Jungkook’s house that’s for damn sure.

Which leaves the question: why are you hiding out in his house?

It was something the monster in question deemed necessary, now that he knows the truth of your linage he wants to protect you from vampires. As Eddie’s transition painfully drags itself to almost completion, your scent has only grown all the more enticing to the undead.

The Pi Gasu curse births a born predator, a powerful vampire, and when the DNA splits itself in the womb the other twin, the human twin, is cursed for a short-lived life plagued with the unwanted art of seduction. Everything about you mesmerises a vampire, securing your death and completing Eddie’s transition into eternal darkness. Restoring the balance in the world, one death for immortal life.

It’s been unbearable for both you and Jungkook to be around each other as your scent flourishes, drowning him, so much so that you’re staying in a small spare bedroom on the highest floor away from his choice of bedroom – the basement.

It's decorated nicely, the bedroom you’re staying in, as is the rest of his home. Plain and simple, added touch of personality. Almost like he saw the room in a catalogue and thought; 'that's what humans live like, I'll copy it.'

You’ve been in the basement many times, hell he’s nearly taken you to heaven and back again within those walls on multiple occasions when you used to fool around together. But it’s out of bounds right now, for no reason other than your safety. You know that he’s insisting you stay here for your own good, to stay alive, because he’s told you that he needs more time. More time to find a cure for the Pi Gasu curse, but so far his efforts have been futile.

Of course there was the spark of hope that perhaps if you turned into a vampire, Eddie would be saved and you could avoid being buried deep in the earth or being scattered in the sky. However, after much researching Jungkook and his for lack of better word friends Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin and Namjoon all found no evidence to support the theory.

Apparently Jungkook isn’t willing to risk it regardless, he shut you down very quickly when you asked him to turn you. And not just because it’s illegal, but because he doesn’t want that life for you. He’s determined to find another way. And as you’re currently cooped up in his home asking any of the other vampires you know through association to turn you is somewhat impossible.

“Maybe I should just ask him to get this over with and kill me already.” You whisper at your reflection in the mirror, brushing out your wet freshly-showered hair.

That’s the inevitable, right? You’re going to die anyway so what’s the use in prolonging it? Eddie will be saved, Jungkook won’t have to fear that you’ve been found and killed by a vampire every damn day. It’s been a few days since you’ve even seen Jungkook’s face, usually he knocks on the bedroom door to let you know there’s food waiting for you before disappearing into the basement. It must be becoming a chore for him to take care of you like this, as much as it’s becoming a chore for you to stay put and wait for a miracle. You’re bored, broken and ready to face reality.

You were born to die.

Slowly, you push the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of your beating heart. You’ve given him time and he’s found no cure. You’re ready to embrace death if it means your brother can be saved.

Skin still damp from the hot shower you cling onto the small towel that barely covers your modesty, making your way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It’s warm, as it has been throughout your stay here. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’s grown considerate of your comfort. Jungkook’s basically doing what he can to keep you alive, all while staying well out of your way and in turn not killing you himself.

Before you even have chance to call out his name in the open living area, he’s resting against the doorway in front of you – like he sensed you coming. Water beads trickle down your exposed skin when you stand completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’s hellbent on protecting your soul.

Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips all while his eyes slide over your body and drink in what you’re wearing. Well, what you’re not wearing. Unlike you he’s fully clothed, a shimmering red bomber jacket thrown over a zebra print sheer shirt that hangs just over his black belt. All tied together with ripped black jeans and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it comes to fashion choices never fails to amuse you. No human would ever dress like that.

“Did you need something?” His voice is flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that’s only softened by the wavy locks of raven hair tickling his thick brows, “Are you out of clean clothes?”

“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess.” You sigh absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from your hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there.”

The look on Jungkook’s face is nothing short of pained when his eyes squeeze shut, he looks almost guilty before he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Y/N… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety.”

“You’ve never hurt me before.” You mumble, averting his gaze.

And he hasn’t. Initially when you first met Jungkook all those months ago you were terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to you. He’s strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Pi Gasu vampire, much like your brother he was born for this life. It’s in his veins and always has been. Even before his twin sister died and secured his place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.

But then you got to know Jungkook on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep you safe. The fact you’re standing in his house proves the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he does care about you. There have been moments together, heated moments, moments that will last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.

Jungkook’s features soften upon meeting your eyes, his doe-like eyes may be crimson red in colour but they’re swimming with emotion, enough to make you drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowns, pierced lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”

“Makes you want to kill me.” You clear your throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.

A while ago he’d asked you if you believe in fate, soulmates, convinced that you and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as you watch the man in front of you physically struggle to breathe around you, you’re reminded that it’s nothing more than the curse of the Pi Gasu.

The corners of his lips quirk up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse.” His voice is low, it’s still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he can read your thoughts and you’ll never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”

“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” You chuckle, while you’re trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at your own expense it’s obvious Jungkook doesn’t see the funny side. His frown deepens, a small hum escaping him.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I’m just saying…” You sigh, squeezing the towel wrapping your body a little tighter, “Eddie will transition into a vampire, he won’t be in pain anymore… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”

“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He takes a step forward, surprising you, his jaw clenched so tight you wonder if vampire bones are capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to find a cure then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”

You try to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want my brother to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”

“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startles you, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punches the door frame does. You stare at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”

At this you lose it, laughing humourlessly before you match his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Jungkook! You’ve tried!” You rush over to him, until you’re in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting my brother… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready.” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut. It’s such a relief to say that out loud.

Jungkook swallows, dark eyes zoned in on your face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you Y/N.”

“It has to be this way, to save my brother.”

“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He begins, trembling tattooed hands gently finding purchase on your bare shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”

A tiny gasp betrays you when his inked fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. It’s indescribable how beautiful the man is standing before you, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes are dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of your stomach ignite with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into your soul that you struggle to compare it to anything you’ve ever experienced. It's Jungkook’s breath warm against your lips that breaks you from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.

“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispers, until his lips are a hair away from yours, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me.”

“Then change me.” You plead quietly, cupping his angled jaw with your hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”

“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you brother, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… There’s no evidence of a Pi Gasu twin being turned. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”

You sigh again, pressing your forehead to his, “Please, Jungkook.”

“You may have nothing to lose, but if we do this I’ll lose everything.” His whisper comes with his arms snaking round your back, pressing your body to his own. “If you die—”

“We don’t know that I won’t survive it,” You hold his face tighter, silently begging him to grant this wish for you, “I can’t tolerate the thought of my life causing my brother pain anymore. Please, for me, please. It will work—”

“Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” He bites, and for a split second you swear you see his chin quiver. “I could never forgive myself if it didn’t work, if you died before I had the chance to really be with you.”

His admission sends a rush of guilt over you, you are asking a lot of him but there is no other way. He’s searched, his friends have searched, and no cure has been found. If you’re going to die regardless, at least it won’t be in vain.

“Then be with me.” You whisper, “Take me, however you want me, have me.” You kiss his cheek, not missing the way his hold of you grows stronger.

“It’s too dangerous.” His face his scrunched tightly, as though he’s having a difficult time being so close to you. Where his skin is usually ice cold his cheeks feel flushes beneath your palms, “If I lose control, even for a second…”

“You won’t.” You hush his concerns, thumbs tracing back and forth on his skin in an attempt to comfort him, “And if you do… You could change me. This will work, I promise.”

"What if it doesn't?" He whispers back.

"But what if it does?"

Large palms make their way up your back until they find purchase in your damp hair, and at that exact moment nothing else in the world matters. It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel for each other so deeply, so unwaveringly, that when his lips find yours you simultaneously feel broken and complete all at once. When he kisses you you’re left breathless, haphazardly grabbing at his body to get impossibly closer to him, something he reciprocates wordlessly.

Jungkook’s hands are all over your frame, his lips crushing yours hard enough to bruise, with such urgency it makes your head spin. It doesn’t take you long to slide his jacket from his broad shoulders, messily clawing down his back when his tongue elegantly glides into your mouth and dances with your own. You stand there for some time, embracing each other, kissing as though it’s the last time, choking on the thick sea of words neither of you are too brave to speak.

It's then that you’re being whisked downstairs faster than you can humanly process. Your back hits the mattress on the large bed centred in the basement, Jungkook’s body atop of your own and strong arms caging you in. His lips never leaving yours, kissing you with so much yearning and lust that it’s enough to make you feel as though you’re the only two people in the world. When your arms reach out to his shirt buttons the towel you’re wearing falls open, revealing your entirely naked body underneath him.

The scent of your exposed flesh must’ve been like heat from a foreign country smacking Jungkook straight in the face when stepping off a plane. He pulls back ever so slightly, calming himself, steadying his breathing while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I want you to know…” He exhales, voice thickened by bloodlust and greed, “That whatever happens, if this doesn’t work… In my own way, in my own morbid, sinister and selfish way. Not once in my centuries of existing have I ever felt this way about anyone.”

“Jungkook…” You whimper beneath him, ridding him of his thin shirt. You'd almost forgotten about the countless tattoos decorating his physique. The dark sleeves, the intricate artwork littering his entire body. The muscles on his body. He really is breath taking.

“To know you is to love you Y/N.”

Wet kisses smother your neck, filled with emotion and truths untold that have you sighing in bliss. He’s omnipresent, you can feel him in every inch of your body, his voice haunting your thoughts and his touch burning your flesh. His tongue glides over a sensitive spot on your neck and that’s when you feel his fangs, sharp and threatening, scratching the spot through the kisses. Jungkook’s movements grow more frantic, his mouth lapping up your taste before he hisses against you, shaking his head of the intrusive thoughts.

“It’s okay…” You whisper, “It’s okay… You won’t hurt me, I trust you.”

You feel his small smile against you, “A foolish mistake on your part.”

With your earlobe pinched between his teeth he rests his weight on one arm, snaking the other down to cup your breast. When his thumb grazes your nipple you both groan, overwhelmed by lust. Every nerve in your body is aflame, singing a song written for only Jungkook to hear. When his hand travels further down your bare body, until his fingers toy with your folds you lose all sense of who you are.

“Please,” You beg shamelessly, “Please touch me.”

“Once I start I won’t be able to stop Y/N,” Where his whispered warning should bring you to your senses, it does nothing save for fuel the burning desire in your body, “Being… Intimate with a vampire, it’s-, it’s not going to be like it is in the movies. It’s rough, it’s painful and it will hurt. Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure,” You nod along a little too eagerly, ready to be thrown into the volcano. “Come here…” You gently grip his head and tug his neck to your lips, peppering the clammy skin with lewd kisses, “Can I-, um…”

For the first time in a while you hear him chuckle, his white smile so boyish and bright you almost miss the threat of his predatory fangs completely, “You can. Don’t hold back, get a good amount of blood in case this ends badly. Bite me like your life depends on it.”

Because it does.

With a lot of effort your teeth sink into his flesh and the familiar taste of iron coats your tongue. It’s not pleasurable, not for a human, to taste blood. But the moment is intimate, like you’re tasting the forbidden fruit you’ve been told to avoid your whole life. You’ve tasted his blood before when you fooled around, mostly because he didn’t want to hurt you and knew a drop of his blood would help repair any injuries sustained. But this time it's different, this really may be your last night with him if things turn sour.

Soon your biting turns to kisses and Jungkook lowers his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice raspy yet serious, “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” You murmur against his skin, jaw falling slack with a gasp upon the sensation of his nimble fingers drawing firm circles over your sensitive area.

It’s euphoric, the feeling of coming undone beneath a monster you’ve lusted for since the moment you met him. Your body caged under his, his muscles sheltering you from the outside world. Like a rose guarded by it’s thorns, two halves a whole, neither one existing without the other. And as his ministrations grow more deliberate, dipping into where you crave him most, the rose begins to shed it’s petals. Layers of doubt, fear, uncertainty, falling onto the bedsheets with your discarded towel. Walls crumbling, only leaving the part of your soul that yearns for more. Your body language is something he is fluent in, understanding completely what you want and how to give it to you.

As you watch him slither down the sheets, until his face is buried into the plump flesh of your thigh, you feel like you’re falling. But he doesn’t let you touch the ground, catching you, he takes a deep breath through flared nostrils to steady himself before heavy eyes flicker to your face. Perhaps the most sinful feature of human nature is to give what we most wish to receive, and in this moment the only thing clouding the limited space between your bodies is the mutual need for intimacy.

To be loved.

Jungkook’s losing his mind, every ounce of self-restraint slowly dissipating into the carnal desire to claim you. To make you his in every sense of the word, until your minds, bodies and souls are eternally intertwined. His bare chest rises and falls in rhythm with your pounding heart, the scent of you flooding every sense he possess. Subconsciously his jaw tightens upon seeing your wet pussy shimmer in the dim lighting of the basement. The monster inside him has never been so painfully close to the surface in your presence, it’s a battle he knows he’ll ultimately lose and the neediness smothering your pretty features is far from helping the situation.

Open-mouthed kisses guide him to your swollen clit, where he takes it between his lips and begins to lap it up with a flattened tongue, sucking and licking until you’re writhing on the bed in equal parts shock and desperation.

“Fuck… Jung-, hnnng.” You moan breathlessly, feeling akin to being on cloud fucking nine, body tingling in every way imaginable. His licking grows heavier, more determined and erratic, barely giving you time to even out your unsteady breaths, “Shit, Jungkook.” You mewl, pushing your hips up to meet his greedy mouth.

His muscular arms sling themselves under your thighs, a bruising grip on your hips when he drags you closer to his face, the bend of his nose now flat against your core. You're no match for the shapes he's creating with his tongue. you don't stand a change against the harsh sucks and groans he's delivering. It’s as if he’s enjoying this equally as much as you, thick brows pinched in concentration while the hold he has on your bones turns painful. Hearing you cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure only spurs him on more, smothering himself between your legs where he eats you out so ravenously your legs twitch and tremble either side of his face.

“Jungk-, ohhh…” Your eyes glide back into your skull, hands roughly and quickly finding their way into the depths of his raven hair. With urgency you push his bangs away from his face to get a better view of the unholy display unfolding before your very eyes.

The dark veins framing his hooded gaze should deter you, turn you off, make you scream for an entirely different reason. But they don’t. In spite the noticeable bruising around his eye sockets, drawing attention to the beast inside him, you’ve never wanted him more.

It’s when he looks up at you that you realise exactly what he was referring to earlier. Despite having consumed his blood the strength he’s grabbing your body with hurts. You’re frowning, lips ajar to allow your shallow breaths and quiet whimpers escape freely. The pain is soon forgotten about when Jungkook hisses against you, sucking in a sharp breath before diving right back in, visibly losing control.

We don’t fall in love with the pure intentions in people, we fall in love with the darkness we recognise in others. From the moment your eyes met his, you knew there was something inside his demonic stare that felt like home. It’s all overwhelming, contradicting, confusing, but boy is it addicting.

It’s a stab to the heart and being brought back to life in the same moment, knowing it hurts but unable to pinpoint where. Just knowing you want more of it, until you’re gasping for air and drowning in the sea of possibilities. Further proving that if it doesn’t hurt, ache and bleed, it’s not love; and the way he holds your body strong enough to break it has you finally making sense of the term ‘to love someone to death’.

“Jungkook… I’m-,” You pant, tugging and pulling his hair, “I’m close. Please…” Your body shakes and jolts with ecstasy, the fire in your stomach never burning hotter. The pornographic sounds of him savouring every drop of arousal you’re giving him floods your ears, fogs your mind and throws you head first over the edge.

“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”” You gasp, back arching from the sheets, hands flying to your scalp to helplessly tug your hair.

Your frame is punched with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pulsating with pleasure that comes in white-hot waves. Had Jungkook been human the way you’re pressing your thighs together from the overstimulation would have his eyes pop out his skull. Instead his face stays there, stare hungrily dragging itself up and down the spans of your sweaty body. His movements slow into an eventual nothing, aiding you ride out your high, until he’s suddenly above you, crashing his face to yours in a bloodthirsty kiss.

“Take more,” He orders, craning his neck to give you easier access to where you bit him previously, “I’m-, have more. Please. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer, I don’t want to hurt you.” The genuine pain weaved into his words sparks a panic inside you, this is him holding back? You think about how tightly he held you, how your bones almost crumbled beneath his fingertips. So you do as he says, biting him again until a soft moan emits from his pierced lips and catches you off guard.

“If this is too much for you…” You say quietly, guilt eroding your insides, “We don’t-, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me. If you’re not having a good time—”

You’re cut short by the sound of Jungkook’s breathy laughter, sounding disbelieved. He meets your eye contact with a smirk, still panting for air, “How can I put this to you?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles, “To call what we’ve just done ‘a good time’ is a fucking insult. I’ve never felt seduction like this, I want to have you, to take you, to consume you in every way imaginable until you’re mine.” There’s a possessiveness to his tone, one what reignites the fire of passion.

“I’m already yours.” You whisper, in what feels like a very profound moment where time itself comes to a halt.

Jungkook stills, swallowing the needy noises that threaten to betray him when you start kissing his neck again, softly, featherlight, showing him no fear or hesitation. You want this, just as much as he does, “Everything I am, everything I have to give, is yours Y/N.”

And just like that he’s kissing you again, feverishly, hopelessly, like a love sick fool glutton for punishment.

The tension picks up quickly, atmosphere shifting into something more sinister as Jungkook begins to lose his resolve. His body is tense, jaw tight, eyes slid shut and white teeth bared in a threatening snarl against your cheek. A hand reaches out to the wooden bedframe to steady himself, but instead it crumbles between his fingertips and he has no choice but to keep himself still to stay calm.

“Are you okay?” You peer up at him, expression innocent yet screaming concern.

Jungkook growls, he knew this moment would happen sooner or later but he doesn’t have time to dwell on the specifics. When his eyes lock with yours they’re deep red, rich, oozing lust, a born predator stalking his prey.

“You’re mine.”

A moment later he’s shed of any clothing, hovering above you, chest heaving up and down while panting for air. Your scent is everywhere, it’s enough to make his eyes roll back into his skull when he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The tattoos, the muscles, the bumps and bends of his body have you silently pleading for him to take you, it’s the last thing Jungkook sees in your eyes before the monster inside finally takes over.

The lust that overcomes a vampire when aroused is like nothing any human would understand. The need, the urgency, the craving that weighs down their limbs and clouds their judgement. Any rational thinking dissolves quickly and the frenzy kicks in strong. With flared nostrils and unsteady deep breaths he lines his cock up to your entrance, hands trembling with anticipation and greed.

“Take me Jungkook,” Your voice is like that of an angel’s when it lands on his ears, quiet and calm, “I’m yours.”

With that statement your walls struggle to accommodate the size of his length as he pushes into you, the two of you groaning and gasping at the new mind-blowing sensation. Your hands are pinned above your head, held in place by the bone crushing grip Jungkook has on them with one hand, the other pawing at your left breast while his tongue finds your other nipple, swirling against it hungrily.

“Fuck!” You cry, never feeling so full in your life, “Jungkook… Oh my-, oh-, nnngh.” You whine pathetically between tiny breaths. You were warned that being intimate with a vampire was no easy feat, you knew it would hurt, and yet you’re still surprised at just how much it hurts.

“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook growls against your skin, pulling back his hips until he’s almost fully out of you before slamming himself back inside. Your organs already feel bruised, bones aching, head spinning. Yet there’s something tremendously addicting and pleasurable behind the pain.

“Y-you.” You hiss.

The roll of his hips is already overbearing, physically and emotionally pushing you to your limits. With each feral thrust you feel weaker, legs shaking in time with your pants for air. You’ve never given much thought to why mating with a vampire is illegal, Jungkook had explained to you that it’s extremely dangerous and the repercussions of these actions. Yet to experience it first hand is another thing entirely. The stretch is almost too much to handle, so much so that you shriek when you’re equally blessed and cursed by a particularly harsh thrust.

“Aaah!” Your eyes squeeze shut, mirroring the way your walls tighten around the girth currently stuffing you senseless.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” You barely register the words lost to the sound of his moans and groans against your flesh, too caught up in your own self-awareness and thoughts. This is really happening, you’re fucking Jungkook. And Jungkook is annihilating you.

Once you’re adjusted to the brutal pace he’s set, plunging in and out of you, the pleasure slowly creeps up on you like a stalker in the night. It’s there, you can sense it, you know it’s coming and you cling onto the feeling of growing arousal inside you as a way to deal with the aches and pains spreading your frame. Focussing on how good this feels, you manage to find a sense of bliss.

As though he read your mind, Jungkook snakes a hand down your body to your clit, rubbing the area firmly to amplify the pleasure you’re feeling. The movements of his hand match the snaps of his hips. Hard, deep, inhumane, but it’s enough to regain some strength in your limbs and reignite the fire of passion in the depths of your abdomen.

“Shhh, shit-“ You choke out, completely enamoured by the sensation, “Keep going. Just like that.”

"I knew you'd be able to take me," He gasps when you clench around him again, "Fuck... Mmmph."

"Please, don't stop..." You whimper, your second high fast approaching thanks to his huge cock effortlessly brushing past your most sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, "Please."

"I could fuck you for eternity." He spits, lips tucked between his teeth while trying to remain calm, tightening the grip of your bound hands with his own, "I'm going to fuck you for eternity baby. Every night, mmmph, forever."

"Forever." Your voice is barely audible over Jungkook's loud moans every time he fucks into you, the sound alone sparking a whole new wave of need inside you.

“You’re mine,” He reiterates between ragged breaths, “All fucking mine.”

“All yours.” You sigh, growing hotter and sweatier all while being drilled into the mattress beneath you, “I’m all yours, and you’re mine.”

And that he is. He’s spent the last eight centuries guarding his heart, guarding it so viciously that others questioned if he even had one. It may not beat, it may not pump blood through his body, it may not work at all. But even then, in its broken, shabby, moth-eaten and frozen state. It belongs to you. Each part of his being, both man and beast, is undeniably, unfathomably, and uncontrollably yours.

He can’t blame the curse for his feelings, the fact alone that you make him capable of feeling anything is all the proof he needs that you’re his mate. His true mate. Just because you’re a Pi Gasu, a blood singer, doesn’t mean the emotions surging his core aren’t real. He’s fucking you hard enough to break you, to kill you, if it were nothing more than the curse drawing him to you he would’ve bitten and drained you by now, he's being intimate with you because he wants to.

Therein lies the biggest mistake Jungkook could’ve ever made. With your naked, exposed, vulnerable body quivering beneath him – he thinks about your blood. The romantic taste it leaves on his tongue, the thick scent of it flooding this entire room, his nostrils, how your arousal makes it sweeter…

“Jungkook, oh my—” You whine, muffling your shy moans behind your teeth that are sunken into your lips.

Without warning the grip he has of your hands tightens again, and your eyes fly open in a panic when you hear, when you feel the bones in your fingers snap. You stare at Jungkook, dumbfounded, in a state of shock. But he’s too zoned in on your neck to notice your features, he hasn’t registered what’s just happened despite the fact your fingers are like putty in his hands. His grip tightens once more, this time your wrist shatters like the bedframe did earlier, and you can’t help but scream.

"Ahh!"

“Shit shit shit, fuck!” Jungkook snaps out of his daze, face full of horror upon seeing what he’s done, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” In a frenzy of contradicting emotion he takes his hand away from your wrist, grabbing your hip to still your bodies – except the pressure from his vice-like hold is strong enough to crush your bones.

“Ahh—!” You’re coughing, spluttering, crying when it feels as though your hipbone has been ground down to dust and popped out of socket, paralysed with pain.  “Jungkoo-, plea-, stop.” You choke, and the red tinge to his eyes quickly fades into chocolate brown. He raises his shaky hands to prove to you he’s not going to touch you, withdrawing himself from your body entirely.

“I-, Y/N… I’m sorry. I-, I lost it… Fuck, I’m s—”

“It hurts-, it-, it hurts.” You sob, physically incapable of moving your broken body on the bed, “Please… M-make it stop!” You’re roaring inconsolably, which tugs on the vampire’s heart strings a lot harsher than he’d prepared for. Nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing you in this much agony, nothing could’ve prepared you for feeling this much agony.

“I'll make it stop,” He nods once, twice, three times to syke himself up, “This is going to hurt, but it’ll take away the pain soon I promise.” With your eyes squeezed shut you manage to nod at him, giving him the only confirmation he needed to lower his lips to your jugular.

It’s a bittersweet moment for him, finally having the consent to bite you. But at what cost? He hurt you, something he’d promised himself he’d never do. And biting you now, after you’ve consumed his blood is going to change the course of your life forever. That’s if it even works… It should’ve prevented your bones from breaking, but it didn’t. Shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind he kisses your neck tenderly, fluttering his eyes shut as mutual greed and despair takes over his immortal being.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, before plunging his sharp fangs into the supple skin of your neck as easy as a blade through soft butter.

The second your blood stains his tongue, it’s over. Not just for your mortality, your soul, but for Jungkook too. It was one thing to drink your blood from the donation vials you’d gifted him previously, but to feast on you in such an intimate way in such a sacred moment is unbearable. He grips your body tightly, shattering a few of your ribs in the process to tug you even closer, all while his eyes roll into the back of his skull. You taste like every sonnet ever written, like every genuine smile you’ve ever gifted him, he’s never tasted such romance that it’s impossible for him to stop.

“Jungkook…” You’re growing weaker by the moment, the agony broken bones forgotten about, replaced by a searing hot pain on your neck that makes you want to shriek and sob. Except you’re too frail to move, to complain, instead having to take the hurt for what it is and pray that it’s over soon.

“Jung-,” You’re lightheaded, rapidly emptying of blood as your eyelids grow heavy. It’s a selfless thought, your final one, prompting the corners of your lips to curl into a smile. At least your brother will be okay. “-Kook… I-,” Your breaths slow, as does your heart, but you’ll be damned if you die without speaking your truth, “-love you.”

Your heartfelt confession forces him back to reality, he gulps, somehow finding the inner strength to stop and let go of your body. With a heaving chest and aching heart he retracts his fangs, replacing them with a soft kiss to the wound he’s created. A kiss so heartfelt that Shakespeare himself would have difficulty describing it. It takes him a selfish moment to steady himself, to fully shake the demon within to the back of his thoughts and appreciate your words and their magnitude. His forehead rests against your cheek, his hair damp and wayward, sticking to his skin as he smiles.

“To say I love you too would be an understatement,” He exhales, withdrawing from your face when you don’t react, “Y/N?”

Death is so beautiful. To have certainty, no yesterday and no tomorrow, no misery or doubt, just eternal peace. Envy brews inside Jungkook at the prospect of those capable of dying, to be the first to say goodbye, to lay forever in the soil and be a part of something more. The circle of life, the balance and harmony of the universe. At least that’s how he viewed death until he saw the light fade away from your eyes.

“Y/N?!”

He sits back on his knees, panicking, only now registering just how much damage he’s caused. Your body is warped, a mangled version of the epitome of beauty it was before. Not once has Jungkook ever felt remorse for his killings, it’s not in his nature. But the sight before him has him feeling sick to his stomach. He did this.

“Y/N?! No, no no no no…” Frantically shaking his head in denial his hands find the towel, covering your intimate areas with it to spare you some dignity, “Come on… Come on… The venom should be working, stay with me baby, stay with me!”

Love never dies a natural death. It withers away from the wrongdoings of the person we trusted most. The deceit, the pain and betrayals. It dies because of us, the consequences of our own actions. In it’s final hours love hurts so much that we feel numb to the pain, and even though we know the inevitable is coming, the execution destroys us.

And Jungkook loved you so much that it killed you.

“Please, you can’t leave me! You-, we were meant to be forever.. Please, come on come on come on...”

For the first time in his immortal existence Jungkook is scared. You should’ve turned by now, you should be like him. He’s turned many before, all of which showed signs of life after death within seconds of dying. It was a risky move to make, turning you when knowing of your lineage and the Pi Gasu curse, but even he must admit deep down he thought this would work. The silence in the basement is deafening, not even a trace of you beating heart remains.

"I've searched for so long to find you, please," He's desperate, leaning down to bite the other side of your neck. Your wrist, your arms, his fangs even make their way down to your thighs to bite you there too. The venom should be working. Why isn't it fucking working?!

It's then that he maps out a plan, one that will end his anguish if you really are dead. He’s to report your death to the council, they would never let him live knowing that he mated with you, never mind the fact he murdered you. The council consists of the world’s oldest, strongest vampires that implore the laws and see out punishments for ones broken. He’ll be executed. He knows first hand that he will suffer, it will be torture, the same pain he inflicted on others when he was a part of the council before he fled. Even then, nothing could ever hurt him more than living, if that’s what he is, knowing what he’s done.

“I’m so sorry,” His quivering lips part, allowing sobs to escape freely.

Even in death you take his breath away.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook you’re screaming for him not to worry, soul banging against the flesh of your body as the venom of his bites spreads your veins. It’s indescribable, agonising and paralysing. Internally you have the energy to run a thousand miles, the room smells different, there are dust particles falling in front of your eyes that you so desperately want to catch between your fingertips that feel restored to their usual structure. Yet you can't bring your body to move a single muscle.

You’re pleading, begging for him to stop crying and see that it worked. It worked. Eddie's transition will be complete just as you finish your own. You’re right here with Jungkook, where you’ll always be.

Forever.

“I should’ve never put you at risk like this… I-, I should’ve shown more restraint. I should’ve never let this happen.” He continues, sparks igniting your skin when his cool fingers trace your profile before he shuts your eyelids for you.

“I spent centuries searching for you, longing for your touch… Only for my touch to be the weapon that kills you. I would’ve given you the world and yet I’m the one to take it from you. The irony of loving someone so much it kills you is wasted on me, I feel nothing short of heartbroken.”

Please, please don’t cry, you think, please.

The world’s greatest love stories are defined by tragedy, and there is nothing more tragic than finally embracing your adoration and love for someone when it’s too late. How selfish of you both, to only truly appreciate the other and the comfort they brought you once it faded into darkness. It takes every ounce of strength, every shred of adrenaline in your body to flutter your eyes back open. And when you do, you're greeted with the sight of Jungkook sobbing into his hands.

Your voice is hoarse, throat burning, as though you've just died and come back to life, but when it registers in your mates brain his gaze snaps to yours instantly, and he grins.

"I-I'm thirsty."

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