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borathae · 1 month

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"Hoseok jerks off to Jungkook and Taehyung fucking like animals upstairs. That's it. It's as simple as that."

Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok listens in on Vampire!Jungkook x Vampire!Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: if you're new to this universe everyone fucks everyone, voyeur!Hoseok, auditory voyeurism, male masturbation, anal fingering, handjob, use of lube, use of a fucking machine, listening in on: sub!Jungkook x Dom!Taehyung anal sex, dirty talk & ownership kink, praise as well as degradation, spanking, rimjob, aftercare, stay for a surprise at the end ;)

Wordcount: 4.5k

a/n: i'm so fucking EXCITED to finally share this story with all of you besties!! i fucking love the sanguis poly adventures, also that hobi is finally getting a bigger part in it. can you guys tell that he is doing it to me hard lately? have fun besties, i love you lots and lots 💗

Taehyung came over tonight. It was rather cute to watch because Jungkook acted like a teenager about it. Hoseok gave them their space and whenever he did coincidentally find himself in the same room as them, they began whispering and giggling like shy teenagers being caught by their parents.

Hoseok found it hilarious as much as he found it adorable.

Their coyness was gone however as Hoseok can very clearly hear them fuck in Jungkook’s room upstairs. At least he is pretty sure that they are getting there.

They’ve got Cigarettes After Sex playing, which is basically the band you put on when you want to get it on. Hoseok can also hear them graphically make out with each other. Their lips keep smacking, they are breathing heavily and their moans become louder and louder. If the music wasn’t already indicator enough, their needy sounds most definitely are.

Hoseok finds himself palming himself over his briefs at the sounds, enjoying them with closed eyes. It turns him on so much to listen in. Especially when it’s as attractive people as Jungkook and Taehyung with their pretty voices and their sexy moans. Hoseok really gets off on them and the contrast of their voices. Jungkook’s soft, high pitched moans followed by Taehyung’s breathy, deep purrs. It’s the best of both worlds and soon, Hoseok finds himself rubbing nothing but his sensitive cockhead as upstairs, Taehyung seems to have slipped his hand into Jungkook’s briefs.

“Tae”, his roommate whimpers.

“Do you like that? Your pretty cock’s so hard for me already.”

“Yes, ah. Ah, there. Tae…”

“There. Of course you like it. My pretty boy.”

“Tae…”

Hoseok slips his hand into his pants and takes out his own cock. It feels heavy and thick between his fingers, aching to be jerked quickly. He picks up the speed he can hear Taehyung’s hand take. No wonder Jungkook keeps moaning, he’s got an insanely fast rhythm going on.

Hoseok curls his toes in bliss, parting his lips in a silent moan. He doesn’t want to be too loud in order not to be found out. After all, he isn’t the only one with sensitive hearing in this house. One wrong sound and they would know what he was doing. Deep down Hoseok gets off even better with the risk in mind, but he also really wants this to last longer. So for the sake of dragging it out, he stays quiet as his own fist fucks his cock.

“You’re shaking so much, Kookie darling.”

“It’s s-so goo-ood. Ah, ahmg.”

“Of course it is. You’re such a sensitive boy.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook whimpers and moans loudly, “oh god.”

“Mhm, your hole is so soft, my darling.”

“Tae, please don’t stop.”

Hoseok curses silently, feeling dizzy at the realisation of what was happening upstairs. Taehyung isn’t just playing with Jungkook’s pretty cock, he is massaging his equally as pretty hole. Hoseok rolls over to fetch the lube and then gets comfortable again, picking up his cock to jerk it with one hand. The other is busy getting the lube open. He spreads it over his fingers and slides them to his own hole. Judging by the noises, Taehyung is doing it dry for now, but Hoseok is impatient. He needs it to be wet and sticky already, rolling circles on his own hole while his toes curl in bliss.

“I can feel you clenching, darling Kook.”

“Want to be stretched. Please.”

“Please what, Kook?”

“Please Sir, please.”

“That’s better. I can’t stand it when you’re ill-mannered.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. Please ah, no, please back.”

“I am merely getting the lube.”

“Oh god, I need it so bad…”

Hoseok was right. He massaged him dry. Any second and he will slip inside wet and lubed up. Hoseok finds it hard to breathe at the aspect because it means that he can finally do the same. If one hadn’t realised yet, Hoseok is using their sounds as his own personal, forbidden JOI experience. He always loves doing JOI stuff for porn, so this is special to him. JOI is short for Jerk Off Instructions and is exactly that. Videos that tell you exactly how to fucking get off. Jungkook getting fucked by Taehyung might actually be the hottest forbidden JOI experience Hoseok had in a long time.

Taehyung seems to return to bed again, preparing his fingers.

Hoseok slows down around his cock, taking deep breaths. Don’t cum from excitement. Don’t cum now. It’s so difficult not to because he is so fucking excited to play with his own ass that every small touch placed upon his own body feels overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“Nervous?” Taehyung is talking as wet sounds of a rim massage meets Hoseok’s ears.

“No. Impatient. I want Sir’s fingers.”

“Of course you do. Beg me. Come now.”

“Please Sir, please may I have your fingers?”

“There we go. You are such an obedient toy.”

Jungkook moans blissfully, Hoseok arches his back as he shares the sensation with him. Except that Jungkook’s hole gets filled with Taehyung’s long fingers and Hoseok fills his own hole with his own fingers. The sensation is the same however. The stretch is intense and addicting. The warmth deep inside him is instant.

“Two already. You have such a greedy hole.”

Hoseok agrees with a soundless moan, nodding his head vigorously. He is aware that he means Jungkook, but Hoseok is just as greedy, filling his hole with two fingers. He stuffs them inside to his last knuckles, scissoring them quickly to get his hole used to the stretch. He has no idea how much time he has left before the next step and he needs to get prepared before that. He would rather be ready sooner than later. He can just finger his loose hole for longer, but if he is still too tight to take his fucking machine while Taehyung is already destroying Jungkook’s hole, Hoseok would be very upset. So he works fast and he works desperately, scissoring his own hole while his other hand plays with his perky nipples. He leaves his cock untouched for now because he would accidentally make himself cum if he didn’t. He is way too into this. This is turning him on so fucking hard.

“You’ve got the biggest prostate, Kook darling.”

“Sir…”

“I know, that’s embarrassing to you but you must know, I love it when you are swollen inside. It means I have lots of milking to do.”

“Sir please”, Jungkook is whimpering, “please more.”

“You’ve got the greediest hole.”

“I need you so bad, Sir.”

“So greedy. The greediest hole, truly.”

Taehyung’s not correct because Hoseok has a hole just as greedy. He stuffs it with a third finger just as Taehyung stuffs Jungkook’s hole with a third digit. And while Jungkook howls up in bliss, Hoseok mewls into the crook of his own arm, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. The stretch is intense. Hoseok swears that he might actually cum from it. He keeps his fingers still, breathing heavily just as Jungkook does.

“Hurts?”

“No, it’s so good. Oh god, I wanna cum.”

“Not yet, I want your first climax on my cock. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes, Sir”, Hoseok whispers inaudibly, nodding his head in obedience.

“Good toy”, Taehyung praises and begins moving his fingers because Jungkook suddenly moans as if his life depended on it.

Hoseok moves his fingers as well, understanding Jungkook’s situation perfectly. Three fingers are incredible. His rim gets stretched, his walls filled, his prostate stimulated and his insides stuffed. Hoseok knows exactly why his roommate it moaning so much because he wants to moan just as much.

Tonight isn’t the first time Hoseok listens in to people fucking. He stopped counting the times he did, but if one was wondering it is a lot. He knows how Taehyung and Jungkook sound as they fuck, knows how they sound when they fuck their lovely girlfriend just as he knows how said girlfriend sounds when she ruins Yoongi. He obviously also knows how Seokjin and Emma sound. He isn’t going to miss out on this good time.

Tonight isn’t the first time Hoseok listens in, but it doesn’t make it easier. On the contrary, he is so fucking desperate tonight that he has to slow down before he makes himself orgasm.

He abandons his swollen nipples for the sake of squeezing around the base of his cock, taking deep breaths to gain back control. He is trying to think different thoughts, but it is hard when just two floors above him, his handsome roommate is moaning like a fucking pornstar.

“Shit, you’re making it difficult to control myself”, Taehyung rasps.

“Feels so good…” Jungkook gets out and moans as if he exists solely for that.

Hoseok can hear a zipper open. He opens his eyes and drops his hand from his own cock. Taehyung is undressing. Hoseok takes out his fingers and rolls out of bed. He needs to be quick about it. He knows from experience that once Taehyung starts to undress, a rough fuck isn’t far anymore.

Taehyung always calls himself a patient man, but Hoseok knows that he wasn’t. Once the greed overcomes him, he is impatient. He takes what he desires most and he takes it hard. And tonight, Hoseok knows that the thing Taehyung desires most is his roommate’s innocence. Hoseok plans on getting claimed with him. Even if the two vampires upstairs have no idea, Hoseok is going to make himself part of this hunt.

He sets up his fucking machine so he can kneel on the bed and get fucked in doggy style. Upstairs, Taehyung is telling Jungkook to play with himself.

“Yes Sir. Oh god, it’s not the same…”

“Patience. I decided to wear the most confusing shirt. Oh heavens, where is this button row coming from?”

Jungkook laughs. Taehyung laughs as well.

Hoseok smiles to himself as his hands are busy setting up his favourite dildo on the machine. It is bright pink and has the perfect size to really hit where it feels the best. He crawls back on bed before Jungkook and Taehyung stop laughing upstairs.

He feels proud of himself. He didn’t waste too much time.

“Finally”, Taehyung seems to have undressed successfully. Hoseok can hear his shirt hit the floor and then the rustling of sheets as the older vampire crawls up the sheets to Jungkook.

Kissing. Judging by how wet it sounds, they are using their tongues.

Hoseok aches to kiss as well, but he knows not to be greedy. He is already doing too much listening in secretly. He can’t demand too much.

And so he gives his own hole a stretch with his fingers again as he listens to Jungkook get kissed by Taehyung. Hoseok is on all fours for it, reaching behind himself to stuff himself. The position gives his wrist a stretch, but he doesn’t mind. It feels so fucking good to finger fuck himself. He rests his cheek on the sheets, keeping his eyes closed. Hopefully they aren’t going to kiss for too long.

As if Jungkook had heard his plea, he breaks the kiss with a sigh.

“Tae Sir, please.”

“What do you need, darling?”

“Your cock.”

“How bad do you need it?”

“Like fucking air.”

“Mhm darling, you are driving me insane”, Taehyung slurs his words as Jungkook very clearly is trying to kiss him again but the older doesn’t let him, “get my cock wet if you need it so bad.”

Hoseok slips his own fingers out again, aching to be filled but he knows better not to. It is almost time. He needs to get his own toy wet if he wants to keep up with them. He kneels on the sheets, breathing heavily as his elegant hands work the toy. His cock is rock hard, standing proud against his sculpted stomach. He is so desperate that his own slick runs down his shaft, tickling the throbbing veins of his cock and soaking his groomed bush. It’s a shame he has no tongue to taste it. What a waste.

“There we go, good boy”, Taehyung praises Jungkook.

“Can you fuck me now? I did what you asked of me.”

Taehyung chuckles, “look at you begging for it.”

“I need it so bad.”

A second of silence where Hoseok can’t quite figure out what Taehyung is doing, but whatever he is doing forces Jungkook to beg.

“Please Sir, please.”

“Fine. I cannot deny you when you are being such a pretty boy for me. Get on all fours for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Hoseok listens to Jungkook get into position, getting in position as well. He waits. Now it is just a matter of seconds. The tip of the toy is pressing against his rim, all he waits for is the distinct sound of Taehyung breaching Jungkook. Fuck, he can barely breathe. He is so excited.

Spanking. Like that of a heavy cock getting slapped against a wet hole. Jungkook moans with each impact. Hoseok craves the feel of it, but knows he has to miss out on it.

“Look at you. You are such a well stretched toy”, Taehyung is unknowingly taunting Hoseok as much as he is trying to taunt Jungkook. If he doesn’t slip in soon, Hoseok might go upstairs and tell him to hurry the fuck up.

Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps the older vampire is patient. Too patient for Hoseok’s taste.

“Sir please” and it seems too patient for Jungkook as well, “don’t tease me, please.”

“But why not?”

“Please. Sir, please.”

“Please isn’t a reason.”

“Oh god, I’m begging you. Please.”

Hoseok listens to Taehyung take a deep breath. He listens to Jungkook whimper. And he listens to Taehyung exhale.

“Fine. Take it if you need it so bad.”

“Ah! Oh g-god.”

Finally.

Hoseok presses back onto the toy. His hole opens up easily, swallowing the silicon girth greedily. The stretch burns a little, but Hoseok doesn’t mind. He is used to this burn, he fucking loves it.

“Breathe darling, breathe.”

Hoseok obeys just as Jungkook does. He is breathing heavily, matching the rhythm with that of his roommate. His long fingers spread on the sheets for a sensual grab of them. He twists and relaxes his hand again, dropping his fingers on the sheets. The dildo sits heavy in his ass, giving him one of his favourite feelings.

Being stuffed.

Hoseok can’t get enough of it. He wanted it, craved it, needed it.

“Does it hurt? You are shaking so much”, Taehyung is talking sweetly and judging by the ruffling of sheets, Jungkook is shaking his head, “what’s the matter then?”

“It’s so good”, Jungkook gets out and curses under his shaky breath.

“Yes it really is. Fuck, Kookie my darling boy”, Taehyung rasps and begins moving his hips.

Hoseok can hear it in wet sounds just as much as he can hear it in Jungkook’s moans. He sounds so sweet. So incredibly sweet and blissed out.

Hoseok presses the button on his machine and joins him in the sensations. He buries his face in the mattress, hoping that it is enough to muffle his own moans.

It leaves him desperate and pushing back onto the toy in an attempt to fill what was missing with depth. The toy goes deep like this. In and out. In and out. Hoseok feels every fucking thrust as how it shapes his rim. That’s it. This is how the slow fuck is bearable. This is how it feels enough.

Hoseok rolls his head to the side and parts his lips in silent moans. His thumb is on the button of the remote control. Just in case. It isn’t time yet, Taehyung is still moving slowly while Jungkook is sighing and mewling. He is praising his boyfriend, calling him good and well-stretched. Jungkook seems to love it because his mewls are soaked in giddiness.

Hoseok doesn’t mind the slow fuck anymore. The angle he has going on is hitting everything. His p-spot is charged in electricity, his walls are well stuffed and his rim perfectly stretched. Hoseok fucking loves it and he is curling toes because of it.

“It feels so good, oh god”, Jungkook whispers, following it with breathy moans.

“It really does. My darling boy, I love fucking you”, Taehyung breathes and sighs.

“Love…getting…fucked…ah, ahm…”

“Darling boy, my darling boy…”

Hoseok always feels uncomfortably guilty when the sex he listens in becomes emotionally charged. He loves when his friends are kinky and nasty, but when emotions begin to soak into the dirty talk, it becomes so painfully obvious to him what he is doing and he gets embarrassed. Look at him. Being a nasty voyeur listening in to his best friend getting fucked by his boyfriend. Hoseok furrows his brows and tries not to let the guilt linger. If he does, he will lose the desire bubbling in his stomach.

And once again, Jungkook is saving the day. As if he is sensing his roommate’s desperation, he begins to beg.

“Harder please.”

The guilt in Hoseok’s stomach ceases to exist instantly, fiery pleasure replaces it. Harder. He can finally increase the movement of the machine.

“Harder?” Taehyung asks.

“Harder. Please.”

“Like this?”

Skin slaps against skin. Taehyung’s balls definitely slapped against Jungkook’s right now. Jungkook keens. The tempo is still slow. Hoseok feels impatient. He wants it faster, not rougher. Hopefully Jungkook wants the same.

“Like this? Mhm, you want it like this?” Taehyung is taunting as he thrusts his hips into Jungkook slow but rough.

“No, fa-faster.”

Yes fuck. Thank you. Hoseok is thinking as he arches his back and rolls his thumb over the button impatiently. Soon. So soon.

“Then you have to tell me that. Silly boy, I can’t read your mind now, can I?” Taehyung rasps and speeds up.

Jungkook’s moans pitch and become louder. The skin slapping is finally quicker, the wet squelching of Jungkook’s hole accompanies it.

Hoseok presses the button. The machine speeds up, drilling the pink dildo into his hole quickly.

“Faster, please faster.”

“Fuck, you’re the best.”

Hoseok tries to time the rhythm of it with the rhythm of Taehyung’s hips. He manages to get close enough that the fucking sounds from upstairs match up with the sensations Hoseok experiences. It is as if Taehyung is drilling his cock into Hoseok.

“Thank you! Ah, thank you!” Jungkook is chanting and wailing in pleasure, “this is perfect! Ah, Tae! Tae! Ah!”

“My darling boy, fuck. That’s it, take me. Take all of me”, Taehyung is growling and grunting, drilling his boyfriend just how he needs it.

Hoseok is so grateful that Jungkook needs it as fast and hard as he does, because this is exactly what he needed as well. He is twisting the sheets, furrowing his brows in ecstasy as his puffy hole gets fucked by pink silicon dick.

Hoseok fucked Jungkook before. He knows how good his roommate feels and how lovely he looks as he gets railed. Hoseok also knows how Jungkook fucks. He knows how thick his cock is and how strong his grip is. What he doesn’t know is how Taehyung fucks.

Hoseok never got fucked by Taehyung. He wants it. He really does. Whenever he listens in one the vampire fucking his partners, they constantly sound on the brink of ecstacy. He knows the vampire is aware that he can fuck and Hoseok aches to experience it just once. Just once. He wants Taehyung’s cock so bad that he is arching his back and using his imagination to make the dildo feel real.

“That’s it, arch for me. Such a good slut.”

Taehyung’s praises add reality to the fantasy. It is as if he is praising Hoseok, as if he is calling him a good slut for taking his cock so well. Hoseok whimpers softly, feeling light-headed.

Hoseok might not last as long as Jungkook will. He has their sounds making it so much harder to stay calm. Jungkook and Taehyung only have each other to worry about, but Hoseok has their noises adding an extra layer of pleasure to the fuck. He gets off to sound so hard. Oh my god, he gets off so hard to it. Holy fuck, Jungkook’s moans. Holy fuck, Taehyung’s grunts. His heavy balls against Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s wet, creamed hole squelching and the creaking of his bed. There are so many sounds which make staying calm so much harder for Hoseok.

“That’s it. Keep moaning for me.”

“Tae ah! Ah! A-ah!”

“Who makes you scream like that?”

“You, Sir.”

“Who makes you shake like that?”

“You, Sir!”

“Who fucking owns you?”

“You! Sir!”

“Fuck darling, you perfect fucking thing.”

Hoseok is holding on by a thread. His body is shaking against his will, his ass feels on fire. He can’t do this for long anymore. His cock and balls are so tight, aching to release as they leak in a constant, thick drip. This is so hard. He wishes the slow rhythm back. This is so hard.

Hoseok twists more of the pink sheets and arches his back. This is going to fucking mess him up. Please Kook, please hurry up. He is begging, trembling in desperation.

“You perfect thing. My perfect thing. Mine. All mine”, Taehyung’s voice is deep and demonic.

The contrast to Jungkook’s high-pitched, angelic moans messes with Hoseok even more.

“Look at your legs shake. Can’t take it anymore, mhm?”

“N-no”, Jungkook is close to crying. Hoseok can hear it in his voice, “hit me, please.”

“Hit you?”

“Please Sir, please I need to be hit, please.”

“You fucking whore for pain”, Taehyung spits and seconds later, the sharp sound of slapping cuts through the air.

Jungkook wails up.

Slap!

Jungkook begins sobbing, while Taehyung’s growls gain danger to them.

Slap!

This sounded like it hurt and it is setting off Jungkook.

“I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Kook!” Taehyung moans and slaps him again and again and again and…

Hoseok can barely count how many times Taehyung slaps Jungkook because Jungkook’s squeaks are setting him off as well. He finally lets go, climaxing all over the sheets. He keeps his hand over his own mouth, trying to muffle his moans in order not to be found out.

“That’s it, pump my cock. Shit Kook, you’re making me climax”, Taehyung gets out and stops his movements.

Hoseok manages to press the button on the machine, panting heavily as he listens to Taehyung empty his balls deep inside his roommate’s ass.

He stays like this even as upstairs Taehyung begins the aftercare. He seems to slip out of Jungkook and clean the mess with licks.

“Tae, oh god”, Jungkook sounds breathless. His voice is trembling weakly while Taehyung is purring and moaning in enjoyment as his tongue scoops the cum from his hole.

A few moments pass where Hoseok can listen to the slow rimjob and then Taehyung ends it with a slurp and a kiss. The kissing remains. He must be kissing a path up Jungkook’s spine and end it with kisses to his lips. Jungkook is sighing and giggling, which makes Taehyung giggle as well.

“Can you taste it?” he is whispering.

“I can. You taste so good.”

“Mhm, you taste sweeter”, a kiss, more talking, “how are you doing?”

“Dizzy. My ass hurts.”

“I spanked you really hard. You bruised.”

Jungkook giggles. Taehyung giggles as well.

“You’re the best.”

“No, you are. My Kookie.”

“Stop Tae, I hate it when you tickle me.”

Their laughter for some moments while Hoseok is left listening to them and craving affection just as much. He stops listening in after a while because love is seeping into the conversation again and he starts to get embarrassed. He doesn’t want to get up. The toy is still inside him, but he doesn’t want to get up yet. Once he does, he will be empty and even the smallest feeling of being whole will be gone.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hoseok peels his eyes open in shock. There he is: Ruined, panting and with a dildo up his ass and someone is knocking on his fucking door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“One second!” he calls out, hoping his voice sounded normal. Taehyung and Jungkook are silent upstairs. It must be them knocking. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hoseok is panicking as he scrambles to his feet.

He throws a blanket over the machine and tries to hide the lube under the pillow. Then he puts on his shirt and briefs messily, dragging himself to the door as best as his wobbly knees allow him to. He is leaking into his boxers, he can feel it run out of him. Fuck, hopefully it doesn’t start running down his leg.

He unlocks the door and pulls it open.

Taehyung is leaning against the doorframe with his arm, while Jungkook stands a little to the side behind him with his hands on his hips. Both men are naked. Their hair is messy from sex, their skins glistening.

“Oh? Yo”, Hoseok gasps, stumbling back a little. He stumbles back even more when they enter his room, “guys hey, uhm, what are doing? Why are you naked? What’s going on? Hah” he asks nervously.

“Is that it?” Taehyung asks, looking over Hoseok’s shoulder at the blanket mountain by the bed.

Hoseok gulps, “what do you, you mean?”

“The machine you fucked yourself with.”

“What?!”

Jungkook closes the door, keeping his hand in its surface for dramatic effect. Hoseok gawks at him with widened eyes and terribly shaky knees.

“We know what you did, Hoseok-ah”, he says in a deep, raspy voice.

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Hoseok stutters, burning up in embarrassment.

“We are pretty sure you do”, Taehyung says and closes the distance to grab Hoseok by the back of his neck. He inhales deeply, flashing his eyes ruby to let the younger vampire know that his nose picked up the sin between his legs.

Hoseok squeaks, looking at him with big eyes and his head becoming dizzy.

“You want cock so desperately that you fuck yourself to our sounds? We’ve got just the right thing for you then”, Taehyung rasps, dragging his thumb over Hoseok’s lips to wipe the drool he didn’t even realise he spilled.

Hoseok fights for words, gasping repeatedly. He tenses up when he feels hands slip under his shirt. A glance at his side lets him know it is Jungkook touching him. His ruby eyes are lowered dangerously, drawing him in.

“We’ll show you what being a dirty voyeur gets you, Hoseok-ah”, Jungkook rasps and tugs him closer by his boxers.

Hoseok lets out a shaky gasp, feeling weak at the realisation.

“Now get on your knees and start sucking.” Hoseok falls with a moan, opening his mouth willingly.

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borathae · 2 months

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Being stuffed.

Hoseok can’t get enough of it. He wanted it, craved it, needed it.

“Does it hurt? Are you shaking so much”, Taehyung is talking sweetly and judging by the ruffling of sheets, Jungkook is shaking his head, “what’s the matter then?”

“It’s so good”, Jungkook gets out and curses under his shaky breath.

“Yes it really is. Fuck, Kookie my darling boy”, Taehyung rasps and begins moving his hips.

Hoseok can hear it in wet sounds just as much as he can hear it in Jungkook’s moans. He sounds so sweet. So incredibly sweet and blissed out.

Hoseok presses the button on his machine and joins him in the sensations. He buries his face in the mattress, hoping that it is enough to muffle his own moans.

The rhythm Taehyung has going on is slow, but Hoseok knows that it is only a matter of time where desperation takes control of his hips and he begins drilling Jungkook hard and fast. Hoseok can’t fucking wait for the moment. The slow fuck feels good, but it doesn’t scratch the itch like a rough fuck would. It leaves him desperate and pushing back onto the toy in an attempt to fill what was missing with depth. The toy goes deep like this. In and out. In and out. Hoseok feels every fucking thrust as how it shapes his rim. That’s it. This is how the slow fuck is bearable. This is how it feels enough...

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 22 - Fisting & Masturbation]

Pairing: Sanguis!Jungkook Solo feat. him thirsting over the others

Kink: Vampire!JK, male masturbation, thigh rope bondage, self spanking, cock spanking, self choking, biting, self blooddrinking, anal fingering, anal fisting, mirror sex, handjob, lube, subdrop, the aftercare!!!

Wordcount: 4.5k

a/n: i was the one who requested this and i am not ashamed to admit it jsjsjs. have fun besties, i promise that you’re gonna get so many more horny stories with SA!Koo in the future🖤

Jungkook is looking at himself, twisting and turning in front of the mirror. He is playing his music loudly. Grunge. He hopes it’s enough to mask what he is planning on doing. If he wasn’t playing his music, the whole castle would probably listen in and Jungkook is way too shy for that. He doesn’t mind when he’s fucking other people, but when’s alone, he feels a certain shame about the whole act.

Jungkook tugs his jumper right above his belly button, inspecting his legs and cock. He wrapped red rope around his thighs and hips in a pretty Shibari pattern. Jungkook turns and looks at his butt. He framed it with the rope, making it look bigger than it actually was. He makes it jiggle by giving it a spank. It leaves a faint burn on his skin. Jungkook squeezes his thighs together in reaction. He spanks it again, releasing a shaky moan because of it. It feels so good to spank himself. Jungkook gives the heated flesh a soft squeeze to soothe it. This really felt so good…

He drops his jumper again, making it fall over his butt and exposed dick. It ends just a little under where his relaxed cock would end, the sleeves are just a little too long, hiding his hands in big sweater paws. Its black colour matched with the red of the rope and the ivory of his skin.

Jungkook drops to his knees, eyes locking with his own reflection in the huge mirror of his bedroom. He places his hands on his inner thighs and drags them up to his cock. He tilts his head up slightly, releasing a shaky sigh. The rope feels nice under his fingertips, his skin is sensitive and tingles oh so much. He touches the hem of the jumper. His eyes flit down, waiting for the moment he exposes his cock.

One tug

He gasps.

There it is.

His cock. Almost completely hard. Jungkook blames the act of self-tying on his boner. He loves self-tying so much. When rope is on his skin, he feels such a sense of control and power over himself. As if for as long as the rope is on his body, he won’t turn into a monster. Jungkook feels safe jerking off when he is tied up.

Jungkook places the jumper behind his cock and dances his hand back to this thigh. He gives both of them a harsh squeeze before running his hands up to his dick. He uses just his fingertips at first, tracing his impressive veins all the way up to his tip.

He moans softly when his fingers come into contact with his cockhead, thighs squeezing together and cock twitching into his touch.

Jungkook doesn’t have to be alone right now. He has multiple options to choose from if he wanted to. Hoseok and Seokjin are working out in the ballroom gym right now. He is sure that if he got them drunk enough he could have “some fun between friends” with them. You and Taehyung returned from your museum date twenty minutes ago. Jungkook can hear you cooking together. Taehyung is currently pretending to fight you while you tell him in a giggle to “put the cucumber down, darling. It’s not a sword”. Jungkook is sure that you would have agreed for some fun. And Taehyung. Well Taehyung.

Jungkook grunts, locking eyes with himself. His brows furrow. His fingers close around his cock and begin moving up and down.

Jungkook is sure Taehyung would have joined too.

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out, massaging his frenulum with his thumb. His cock has hardened completely by now, sitting in his palm heavily. Jungkook moves his hand around it quickly, eyes falling back to it to make the sensations twice as intense.

Yoongi is home too. Jungkook can’t hear him currently, but while Jungkook was tying himself, he could hear glimpses of guitar play which was very distinctively Yoongi. The Creator must be in his wing, making music like always.

Jungkook parts his legs, ass coming into contact with the wooden floor. Like this his thighs are stretching the ropes to the point where their only escape is to dig into Jungkook’s skin. The pressure and tension feels so fucking good that Jungkook is chasing the sensation by opening and closing his thighs repeatedly to apply less and more pressure. All the while his hand is tugging at his hard cock in a needy rhythm. It almost feels as if he is riding cock like that. All that was missing was the cock.

Jungkook thinks again. He is sure that Yoongi would have already waited for him with some sort of toy or his cock out, if he had decided to ask him. His teacher always knows what Jungkook wants even before he could voice it. So many times Jungkook didn’t even know that he was horny while Yoongi was already ready to jump in and take care of his poor aches. So many goddamn times, their training ended with Yoongi having to take care of Jungkook’s neediness which the feed triggered in him. Yoongi assured him that this was normal for a Ripper Youngling like Jungkook and then presented his cock wordlessly for him to find release on.

“Yoongi”, Jungkook whimpers, hand falling over his mouth a second later. His fingers have stilled around his cock, his body is tense. He didn’t mean to say his name. He was too lost in the fantasy and said what he thought about. Oh god. Did he hear him? Jungkook holds his breath and listens through the loud fog of grunge music. He can’t hear anything. He must have been lucky.

Jungkook exhales shakily and drops his hand from his mouth, gripping his own thigh. He begins moving around his cock again and locks back onto his own eyes. He has to be more careful from now on. Yoongi may be the last person listening in like a creep, but Jungkook is very well aware that out of all the vampires currently present in the castle, Yoongi was the one most likely to accidentally catch a glimpse of what Jungkook was doing. Three thousand years do that to one’s senses. Jungkook can’t risk being caught. It would be so embarrassing.

Jungkook lifts his butt from the floor, now truly kneeling in front of the mirror as he keeps jerking off his big cock. The rope is digging into his sculpted thighs, tensing nicely around his crotch area as well. Jungkook uses the surge of electricity the pressure gives him to twist his hand around his cockhead and slip his left hand between his legs. He cups his heavy balls, rolling them between his fingers in a sensual massage.

“Ah god”, he whispers, dropping his head just to look. He is so huge already. That’s so embarrassing. He wasn’t supposed to grow out of his human size already. Not that soon. He hasn’t even started with what he actually wanted to do.

Jungkook slows down his hand gradually until he comes to a full stop. Doesn’t matter that he is bigger. He just has to act so much quicker then.

Jungkook gets on all fours so he can reach the bottle of lube he stupidly enough put too far away from where he was kneeling. He manages to reach it by arching his back and getting on his elbow.

He sits back down on his heels once done and prepares the next step of tonight’s fun. A red dildo, currently fixed to the floor by its suction cup. It is way smaller than his cock, his human cock and especially his vampire cock. But Jungkook still likes it a lot because the shape is nice and it’s easy to take. Jungkook jerks it off to spread the lube, breathing heavily in excitement.

He can’t wait to get it inside. He wants nothing else than to bounce on dick as he jerks off his cock.

Jungkook positions himself in front of the dildo once it's covered in enough lube. He lowers himself and tries to slip it inside.

"Ah", he gasps, flinching back.

It’s so big. And he is so tight.

Trying to take it actually hurt. Jungkook looks between his legs at the toy, furrowing his brows. Why did this actually hurt?

Jungkook tries again, lowering himself only to instantly give up when his hole burns and pinches.

"Fuck", he presses out, reaching behind himself to trace his rim, "why am I so tight?" he wonders out loud, massaging his hole to get it to relax again, "calm down Kook, take a deep breath", he tells himself, wrapping his hand around his cock to jerk it off for motivation. He takes a deep breath, releasing it shakily now that he is massaging both his cock and hole.

Maybe he was being too greedy. He needs to give his body time. Yoongi always scolds him for being way too impatient. He has to listen to him. He has to take it slow.

His fingers are still wet enough from the lube, but Jungkook wants more. He reaches for the bottle and opens it with his teeth. Then he hovers it over his cock to wet it. He spreads it eagerly, staring at it with ruby eyes.

Slap.

"Hngn", Jungkook mewls, cock burning where he spanked it. He couldn’t help himself. His cock is so wet and big. All he wants to do is spank it and make it hurt.

Jungkook gives himself one more spank, fucking his own fist desperately. He wants to keep going, but spanking gets him way too close. He has to stop even if it hurts.

"Please", he begs himself, knowing very well that he won’t give in, "oh god, wanna be spanked", he keens, touching his cock normally even if he doesn’t want to.

Slap!

One last time. He had to try one last time.

Jungkook falls on all fours, feeling his fangs come to light instantly. He mewls loudly, back arching and tensing. He is going to cum. The spank was too much. He played with fire and got burned.

"Control yourself", he orders, slapping his own face, "calm down."

His cock throbs against nothing, covering the floor with a puddle of precum. It aches so, so much.

"Calm down, it’s okay", Jungkook whispers, soothing his cheek with a soft caress. The worst part is behind him. He gained back control. He won’t climax against his will.

Jungkook exhales in relief and rewards himself by covering his fingers in lube and connecting them with his hole.

He closes his eyes and parts his lips in bliss, concentrating on his soft touch. He traces his hole, massaging it gently until it feels oh so sensitive and needy for more.

Jungkook pushes his middle and ring finger inside. They slip in without resistance, barely even giving him a stretch. Jungkook slips in his pointer finger instantly. There it is. A stretch. It may only be a soft stretch, but it was a stretch nonetheless, leaving Jungkook to sigh in bliss.

He fucks his fingers in and out of his hole slowly for just thrree strokes and then he grows impatient again. He speeds up, giving his needy ass a rough finger fuck.

"Yes", he moans, "holy fuck, yes."

His digits feel so nice in his ass. They are just a little smaller than Yoongi’s, but a lot bigger than yours. Jungkook likes to think of those two pairs of hands when he jerks off because they each brought him the most pleasure he ever felt. The day at the church still plagues him perfectly. The day at the gym still haunts his memories. Jungkook swears it was one of the best days of his life. And all the days on the road still keep him up at night, not in agony but in pure happiness. Jungkook really, really loves your hands and Yoongi’s too.

Jungkook curls his fingers, tickling his prostate out of hiding. The touch feels like a gentle warmth for now. Jungkook really likes it, sighing to himself as he keeps on moving his fingers.

He is so proud of himself. He is taking it slow. He is giving himself time. Yoongi would be so proud of him. Yoongi would call him a good boy and then he would feed him another finger.

Jungkook slips his pinky inside, whimpering loudly. The stretch is a lot more now. The warmth against his prostate grows too.

"Yoo-", Jungkook stops himself before he could mess up again, wrapping his own hand around his throat and pressing down hard, "ngng", he lets out, feeling his cock leak onto the ground. It feels like a constant stream of wet warmth leaving him. Yoongi’s name is tickling his tongue. Your name is close second. The pressure on his veins is so nice. His fingers feel so good in his ass. Jungkook pushes deeper only to fail because lube was missing.

"More", he begs himself, "please more."

He knows he has to give it to himself. There is no other person in this room, even if in his fantasy he is currently with Yoongi and you.

"Please", Jungkook sobs softly and drops his hand from his throat even if he doesn’t want to. He reaches for the lube with trembling fingers and slips his hand free from his ass.

The emptiness makes him sob again and work oh so sloppily just so he can get stuffed sooner.

Jungkook covers his entire right hand with the lube, using so much that it actually runs down along his wrist and forearm. He doesn’t want to risk anything.

He drops the bottle without closing it, getting on his hand and reaching behind himself. Jungkook propes at his hole with his whole hand. The longer of his fingers slip in first. Jungkook barely feels the stretch. He pushes deeper, gasping when his pinky slips in too. And then his thumb.

"Oh god", Jungkook croaks, pushing more and more. He forgot that the hand position he chose enables his thumb to stuff him too. It feels so good. The stretch is so intense. Jungkook feels himself grow impatient again. He knows that it will probably end in him going too far and hurting himself, but he doesn’t want to stop. He is impatient. And oh so needy.

Jungkook pushes more, managing to bury his fingers inside him all the way to his knuckles. The stretch makes him tremble.

"Please", he whimpers, pushing more. His hand slips deeper. Jungkook knows that the moment of struggle will come soon. Deeper and deeper and deeper.

And.

Wait a damn second.

Jungkook puts more pressure on his hole and...slips in.

“Ah”, he gasps, twitching away because of how harshly his hand slipped in. He could even feel how the resistance snapped when his hole finally gave up. Jungkook moans so brokenly and so loudly that he is very sure that someone heard him. He couldn’t even stop it from happening. But it feels so good that he doesn’t even mind. All he needs to do is to keep going.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

He's got his hand inside. He, he, he actually managed to take his hand past his knuckles. It wasn’t part of the plan, but now it is. Forget the dildo. Jungkook has his fucking hand inside.

Jungkook lifts his head and looks into his glassy eyes. He dares to move his hand a little, widening his eyes and moaning loudly again. He throws his hand over his mouth, losing balance and almost falling face first onto the floor if he didn’t catch himself at the last moment.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, he chants, forcing himself back onto his elbow. His head, he keeps tangling low, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He arches his back and moves his ass back onto his own hand.

“Aa-a-ah”, he moans shakily, dropping his forehead against his own arm. His hand slips deeper, forcing the biggest part more and more into him. The stretch and pressure are almost unbearable and yet Jungkook wants more. He pushes his hips back and pushes against his hole simultaneously. One more time his hole struggles. One more time Jungkook feels like ripping apart. One more time and then he can feel the resistance snap again and his entire hand is finally inside. His rim is pressing down around his wrist, fluttering and convulsing involuntarily.

Jungkook sobs in happiness, lips pulling back in a pleasure contorted smile. He can’t believe he is doing that. He is actually taking his own fist. This is all he ever wanted to achieve.

Jungkook begins moving, going slowly. Maybe even a little cautiously. He never did that before. What if he messes up? One movement in and Jungkook is very aware that he can’t mess up. Not in a million years. Oh that feels so good. He can’t have the fist as deep as he could have it when someone else gave it to him. The angle and the flexibility of his own wrist prevent him from slipping in deeper. Jungkook could take so much more. Maybe down half an arm. He is so horny and needy and turned on that he could most definitely take half an arm right now. Most definitely. Jungkook trembles in an involuntary convulse of his muscles as a reaction of his fist rubbing against his prostate.

“Oh god.”

This is so hot. He is taking his own fucking fist.

“Aha, ah, ah”, Jungkook moans freely, cock leaking on the floor and thighs trembling. He keeps his hand moving, forcing his hole to take the thickest part repeatedly. It feels like too much each and every time and Jungkook can’t get enough of it.

His ass feels so good around his hand. Warm, tight, soft and wet. It is seriously so tight. As if Jungkook isn’t regularly stretching himself. He wonders just how tight he would be if he wasn’t so trained in anal. He clenches around his fist for a glimpse of it, regretting it in an instant as this makes his prostate grind against his hand.

Jungkook almost drops on the floor. He seriously does. He catches himself at the last moment, using whatever strength he can muster to keep his thighs working hard. They are trembling like crazy, barely holding his weight.

Jungkook arches his back and fucks back against his hand, chasing the feeling of how it felt to have his fist against his prostate. He clenches around himself, even if that makes the pressure on his rim almost unbearable.

“Oh god, oh god please”, Jungkook sobs, scratching his nails down the wooden boards. He is pretty sure that he is leaving marks on them, but he can’t help himself. He has to claw at something to ease the pleasure.

Jungkook speeds up his fist, forcing his hole to make the sluttiest sounds as it gets fed fist over and over again. Jungkook almost goes insane at the sound. He thinks that the fisting feels even more intense when he can hear it.

Jungkook wails and tilts his head just to bite down on his own arm. His fangs are on full display so the bite goes so incredible deep. It should hurt like crazy, but Jungkook is so high on pleasure that he barely even feels it. He feels himself moan around his arm however, moaning again because that is all he wants to do.

He is fisting himself. Rough and fast. And it feels fucking glorious. Oh god it feels like heaven. Paradise. His nirvana. Which was quite ironic because his ears pick up shreds of the band’s melody currently playing. It motivates him to keep going. He tries to match his movements to the rhythm, only to fail miserably because it feels way too slow for him.

“Urgh”, he growls and speeds up again, “fuck, ah fuck. please don’t stop.”

He has no idea who he is talking to. It is not like he is going to stop. Maybe he is so into begging and whining for his pleasure that it has become a part of him. Maybe the begging in itself gets him off. Oh it must be this, Jungkook thinks as he convulses aggressively in a blissful reaction to squeaking out a beg.

“Please”, he continues begging, voice pitched and weak, “please, please, please.”

He thrusts his fist into himself harshly and deeply. He fucks back needily and quickly. He begs desperately and loudly. And he swears he could cry because of it.

Maybe he does. Maybe he cries. And maybe he bites down on his own arm again, senses going hazy at the taste of his own blood. He feels like such a fucking sinner, getting off on his own blood, but he can’t help it. He can’t help begging and moaning and fucking getting off on his own taste.

Jungkook sucks hungrily, covering his throat with the sweetness of his blood. It fills his veins with fiery electricity, crawling down his body until it reaches his middle.

“Ah!” Jungkook breaks away just to scream. His cock throbs uncontrollably, his ass is convulsing around his fist, “oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Jungkook wails, knowing that it is too late.

He did too much. The blood was too much. Jungkook is falling and he can’t catch himself.

His body convulses and falls down. His weight squishes his cock, forcing it cum even harder than it initially wanted to cum. He is shaking and twitching, kicking the floor and trying his hardest to somehow fuck his hips back.

“Oh god please”, he sobs, voice contorted in his orgasm and face scrunched in pleasure.

Was this a planned orgasm? No. No it wasn’t. Does this still feel like his own personal heaven? Yes. Yes it does.

Jungkook thanks himself repeatedly, wiggling his fist because that is all he can truly do because of how tight is getting, “thank you, ah thank you. Thank you.”

This is the best thing ever.

When Jungkook comes down, he realises that he actually managed to kick a hole into the floor. He wiggles his foot out of it, growing completely limp again. He can barely even breathe, cheek lying in a puddle of his tears and blood-soaked drool. He doesn’t want to change its position. His ass is pulsating around his fist in the aftershocks of his high. It hurts a little now that all the sexual tension left his body. Jungkook tries to pull his fist free, whimpering painfully and squeezing his eyes shut. Come on, one more pull. He can do it even if he is sensitive. His fist leaves him with a wet, sticky sound, leaving his hole to gape around nothing. He exhales shakily, trying to clench it to get it to close up again. It works, but the phantom feeling of his fist still remains. Each time his skin pulsates, it feels as if his hand was still inside, turning Jungkook weak.

He wants to be held. Jungkook whimpers sadly, lower lip beginning to tremble. He really wants to be held right now.

He feels so weak and defeated and fragile. And all he needs is to be held. He rolls onto his side and pulls his legs to his chest. A small sob escapes him as he hugs his knees.

“Oh god”, he whimpers. He is coming down hard. This always happens. Why does he always come down so hard? His heart aches so much and he feels so disgusting and as if he did something wrong. Why does this always happen? Why does this always fucking happen?

Jungkook pulls himself up even if it is hard. He stumbles to the bathroom with his head barely being present. He washes himself in hopes that this would lessen the drop. His cock, his ass, his hands, even his face. Nothing really helps.

He wants to be held and it aches so much that he isn’t.

Jungkook rips the ropes from his legs, hoping that the release of pressure would help him calm down. It only makes it worse because now he feels naked and vulnerable.

He barely manages to put on his boxer shorts and manages even less to stumble out of his bedroom.

He wants to be held. He needs comfort. Jungkook needs to be held.

Jungkook arrives at his destination with his legs barely working and his heart feeling shattered. He knocks quietly, hoping that he will be heard.

“Come in”, the answer is instant, filling Jungkook with so much hope.

He opens the door and slips inside.

Yoongi is sitting by his desk in candlelight, very clearly working on lyrics. The guitar is next to him, leaned against the table and waiting to be used again.

He has his gaze lifted from the notebook, waiting patiently for Jungkook to speak even if there is worry in his eyes.

“Hyung”, Jungkook whispers, shivering like crazy.

Yoongi lets his eyes run up and down Jungkook’s body. Oversized jumper, boxer shorts and thighs covered in rope marks. He looks up at Jungkook’s face and the aching yearning in his sad eyes. With one single intake of breath, he knows exactly what’s up.

“Come here, kiddo”, he speaks softly, rolling his chair back and patting his lap.

Jungkook hurries to him and lets himself fall on top of him, face hiding away in the crook of Yoongi’s neck and arms wrapping around him tightly. He feels safer instantly, body growing soft in comfort. Yoongi smells so good. Like hugs and love.

Yoongi rolls back closer to the desk to continue working, keeping himself connected with Jungkook by running his left hand up and down his lower back. He decided to slip his hand under his hoodie for that and Jungkook is grateful that he did, because Yoongi’s unfiltered touch is healing him like nothing else.

“Did you have fun, mhm?” Yoongi asks him in a soft voice.

Jungkook nods his head.

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi says, turning his head to kiss the shell of Jungkook’s ear, “my good boy.”

Jungkook swears he feels no ounce of shame, guilt or pain right now. Just peace and happiness.

Yoongi turns away afterwards, chin coming to rest on Jungkook’s shoulder and hand continuously rubbing his back. No further words are exchanged between the two vampires, but that wasn’t necessary. Yoongi understands without needing words and Jungkook feels understood without having to hear it.

Jungkook listens with closed eyes. The pen Yoongi uses makes a soft scratching sound on his notebook, every now and then Yoongi mumbles unidentifiable words and sometimes a glass gets lifted and Jungkook can hear Yoongi swallow before the glass gets set down again. All of those sounds are relaxing him so much. It was the right decision to seek out Yoongi. Jungkook wouldn’t feel even remotely as safe and comforted and taken care of as he does right now, if he was still alone in his room.

Jungkook finally allows his body to grow limp in relaxation, sighing happily. He knows that it’s safe to fall asleep if he feels like it. Yoongi will carry him to bed and make sure he is tugged in, just as he will always make sure that he is safe. Jungkook smiles and then his senses blur as sleepiness overtakes him.

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↳ Index [Day 30 - Paints & Oral]

Pairing: Sanguis!Taehyung x f.Reader

Kinks: Vampire!Tae, Switching, painting on each other, kneeling, sensual stripping, oral (f. & m.receiving), fangs, self choking, also Tae’s hands with rings bruuh, he eats her out on a canvas, she blows him while he stands, they are both Dom when they go down on the other and subby when recieving

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: i miss him :( and want him :( also the header ruins me, his eyes fasdf 💙

The fireplace is burning, the curtains are drawn closed. It is snowing outside. It has done so all day. The mugs of cinnamon tea are empty. The plate of Yoongi’s famous sugar cookies is empty too. They were both very delicious.

"Can we really do that?" you ask him, watching him cover the brush in blue paint.

"Of course we can, trust me", Taehyung answers you, lifting the brush. He steps closer, connecting himself with you by touching your waist. His palm feels warm and soft, eliciting goosebumps on your skin.

"I trust you", you whisper, gazing up at his face.

"You can", he says, smiling softly, "now close your eyes."

You do so happily.

Coldness touches your neck.

You gasp, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

It glides down along the shape of your neck, fading into a little tickle on your collarbone before it stops.

"How did that feel?" Taehyung asks you, lifting the brush from your skin. The blue looks wonderful on your neck.

"Cold and ticklish."

"And was that an uncomfortable sensation?"

"No, it was nice."

"Very good", Taehyung says and breaks the connection to get more paint. You peel your eyes open, watching him work. You wonder how the paint looks on you. It still feels cold and makes you breathe just a little bit quicker.

Taehyung lifts the brush and twirls it in his fingers to present it to you. You take it from him and step closer. Just like Taehyung did before, you connect yourself with him by touching his waist.

Taehyung closes his eyes and tilts his head back just a little.

You run your eyes over his body. He is wearing nothing but tight briefs and delicate pearl earrings. Also three rings on his left hand, golden and delicate. His body is so beautiful. You don’t know where to place the first stroke. His stomach perhaps, along the soft ridges of his muscles. His pecs, strong and perfectly shaped for his body. His arms with his pretty birthmarks on them.

No. You know where to place it.

You connect the brush with his shoulder, dancing it down along his collarbone. Taehyung’s chest heaves up as he gasps for air. He exhales shakily, tilting his head back just a little further.

You finish the stroke on his sternum.

Taehyung opens his eyes and smiles at you.

"How was that?" he asks.

"Sexy", you say, having to giggle just a little.

"I agree. You are so sexy, my sweetest", he says.

You break away from him and bury the brush in new paint. Once done, you hand it to Taehyung, presenting your body by closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"Mhm darling", Taehyung purrs, snaking his hand to the small of your back and stepping closer so your bodies are connected by your middles, "you are a dream, truly."

Your breath hitches. He is so close. The brush tickles your skin, the paint feels cold. He is swirling it down your chest, framing your breasts in strokes of blue. It riles you up so much. You want his tongue to replace it. It would be so hot in contrast to the cold paint.

“Such a pretty artwork”, he whispers, taking a step back.

You open your eyes, taking a sneaky look down at your chest. He is right. Your breasts look so pretty with the paint drawing attention to them. It gives you a boost of confidence and so you strike a little pose for him.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, eyes spilling over in fondness, “I am a weak man, oh heavens”, he says, faking fainting just to make you giggle.

“You’re silly”, you say.

Taehyung chuckles, grinning playfully. He hands you the paintbrush and waits for your touch with bated breath.

You place the brush on his chest, dragging it right over his left nipple.

“Ah”, Taehyung lets out, goosebumps covering his skin instantly. His nipple is hard too, looking so pretty with blue paint on it. You do one swirl on his sternum, then use whatever paint was left on the brush to cover his other nipple as well. Taehyung laughs breathily, arching into the sensation, “that’s cold”, he whispers, fingers touching your arms. He squeezes you once then peels his eyes open, "darling that was…"

He is affected. You know that he is because his pupils are dilated and his eyelids are droopy.

“How was that?” you ask him, handing him the paint brush.

“Good”, he whispers, breathing quickened without wanting to slow down. He fetches the brush from you and covers it in new paint.

You arch your back, thinking that he will return the favour, but Taehyung drops to his knees to instead drag the brush from your foot all the way up to where your panties start. Your heart is skipping beats, your skin is prickling. He purrs quietly, burying his face in your inner thigh to paint a spot of sensitivity on your skin where he bites you softly.

“Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. He is so close to your pussy and now you are painfully aware of how needy he has already gotten you.

“So delicious”, he rasps, kissing the bite mark softly before standing back up. He smirks upon seeing the totally flustered and needy state he has gotten you in. He twirls the brush between his fingers skillfully, presenting it to you with a flick of his wrist. “Your turn.”

“Why are you the way you are?” you murmur, hand shaking as you stick the brush into new paint.

“What are you saying?” Taehyung asks in a chuckle.

“You’re such a flirt.”

Taehyung laughs, swaying his shoulders from side to side cutely. “You enjoy that, don’t lie.”

“Maybe, yes”, you say, stepping closer, “close your eyes.”

Taehyung obeys with a playful purr, lips still curled into a smirk. They part a second later when you connect the brush with his stomach, swirling it down to his crotch. Your fingers are guiding the movements. Slow and sensual. Taehyung is sighing so much because of it.

You hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to expose his well-groomed pubes and the beginning of his cock to you.

“Darling”, he whispers, hips chasing you desperately. He feels himself shiver everywhere as the brush dances closer and closer to his length. Oh how he aches for a touch.

You stop and let the briefs snap back into place, ending the teasing by brushing your fingertips over the outline of his bulge.

“Done.”

“You tease”, he groans and chuckles painfully, “oh, that was cruel.”

“Your turn”, you ignore him, handing him the already covered paintbrush. It’s what he deserves for always playing with you.

Taehyung’s eyes are ruby in arousal, he pins you down with just a look. Even when he connects the brush with your stomach to swirl it down to your pussy. He drops to his knees slowly, doing the unthinkable of taking your panties between his fangs just to rip them off your body.

“Oh my god, Tae”, you gasp, trying to squeeze your legs together but he stops you with his hand sliding itself between them.

"Don't flee", he rasps, "let me look at you."

You barely feel how he disconnects the brush from your tummy, all your senses are concentrating on Taehyung pushing your legs open just so he can hover his lips over your pussy.

"Mhhm there she is", he whispers, eyes glued to your wet cunt, "pretty as always."

“Tae”, you whisper, looking down at him with a racing heart. He is so close. It’s killing you slowly. You need him to move.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with his lips parted in bliss.

“Mhhm”, he purrs, “you smell mellifluous”, he rasps, letting the words swirl over your pussy.

You want him to move closer. Please. He is teasing you so much.

“So perfect”, he whispers, breaking away from you to stand back up.

You whine, chasing him with grabby hands. It feels like he just edged you without actually touching you.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asks you, studying you from head to toe.

“You’re teasing”, you whine, touching his hips, "why are you doing this?"

“Maybe you are just way too desperate”, he teases, eyes widening in surprise when you slip your hands into his briefs to grab his ass. You push him into you that way, forcing the paints on your stomach to smudge.

“No, you’re a teasing flirt”, you answer him, tugging his briefs over his butt before moving your hands to his front to expose his cock as well.

Taehyung smirks, watching in delight as you drop to your knees to tug off his briefs. He steps out of them, sighing softly when you run your hands up the inside of his legs.

"That feels amazing, sweetest. It truly does."

You grab his cock at its base, making his breath hitch in excitement. You stick your tongue out and connect it with his underside, dragging it up his thick vein until you reach his tip. He is still in his human size – which was still very impressive – so wrapping your lips around his cockhead is an easy task to do.

“Darling”, Taehyung moans, furrowing his brows at the feeling. He expected you to tease, but not for you to actually take him. Oh you are so warm inside. And so wet, “that feels so good, my darling”, he sighs, tangling his fingers in your hair to tug softly.

He doesn’t do so to guide you, but to simply hold a piece of you as you move your head on his cock.

Your left hand is on his butt, squeezing the plump flesh. Your right hand is cupping his heavy balls, massaging them slowly. You use your tongue to explore him, moaning sweetly because he tastes so good.

"Don't stop, please", he moans, gazing down at you droopily.

You and Taehyung were out on a date today. You went to the museum together and looked at many different art pieces whilst Taehyung told you stories about his times with the artists. Apparently he was friends with most artists back in the day and he spent nights drinking and chatting with them. You think he is so cool for that.

You cooked dinner together after coming home. And while Taehyung pretended to sword fight you with a cucumber, you laughed and giggled about how silly he was being. You really loved that he was. He is so very precious when he is truly himself.

The dinner has long been finished and your dessert as well. And while you first planned on spending the evening painting together, you are happy that it turned into something different.

Taehyung moans softly, knees buckling as you sink down on him until his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Deep", he gasps, "darling you- ah."

You moan around him, massaging his buttock to soothe him. He is throbbing inside you, filling you out so well. You know that he is growing. Not much and very slowly, but he is still growing. It excites you so much to know that you have such power over him. That something as simple as your mouth can get him to lose control.

“You’re driving me insane, you are incredible”, Taehyung gets out and moans, tilting his head back in a sinful movement. His painted chest heaves up and down quickly, his left hand is dancing up to his neck to hold it softly. You can see his golden rings sparkle on his fingers in that position. Oh how good they look now that he is choking himself.

You slip off of him solely to swirl your tongue over his tip with your eyes closed and your body floating on happiness.

You started the evening with tea, cookies and painting. It was truly supposed to be innocent at first. Ever since you came home from your hard journey of finding Namjoon, life has been good. And because life has been so incredibly good, all you really do these days is spend time with each other or learn new things. You asked Taehyung to teach you how to paint and ever since then, you have at least one evening in the week where he teaches you a new technique of painting. Tonight’s topic would have been “clouds on a blue sky” and he was supposed to show you different brush techniques to get the fluffiness of them just right. You didn’t even get as far as covering your canvas in blue paint and you already found yourselves in a needy make out session.

His shirt left first, then your jumper followed. Your bra he ripped off, which earned him a soft slap to his arm because he once again ruined one of your bras. Taehyung very guiltily promised to buy you a new one and then kissed your neck until it was sensitive.

“You taste so fucking good”, you moan, taking his cock back into your mouth to suck on it. You concentrate on his tip, pressing his frenulum against your tongue while you suck harshly.

“Ah d-darling”, Taehyung stutters, knees buckling again, “sensitive, I’m sensitive”, he confesses and gasps, fingers tightening around his throat to make himself even dizzier. Oh he can barely stand. You have gotten him so weak.

You moan, ignoring his pleas to instead sink down on him again. He’s so delicious. And big. Pleasure is making him so big. You can’t get enough of it.

It was Taehyung who suggested to paint on each other's bodies.

“Let’s not waste this precious paint and use it for something fun” he suggested in a whisper against your neck.

“What are you thinking?” you asked him.

“I was thinking that we could use this paint to show each other where we like to kiss the other.”

You felt your stomach tingle in arousal, “this sounds like fun”, you agreed instantly and just seconds later, you both had your pants off and faced each other while you both ached for another kiss.

Taehyung’s fingers tighten around your hair, his breath trembles as it leaves him in a moan. He tastes sweeter than before, coating your tongue with it and making you growl hungrily. He reacts in a shudder, voice pitching as he whimpers softly.

“You’re making me climax”, he confesses, “please give me a short break.”

You slip off of him, only to wrap your hand around his cock to massage it slowly.

“This is not fair”, he whines, trying to move his hips away only to fail as you give his balls a soft tug.

“Stay”, you tell him, “I’ll have to do it harder if you flee.”

“Who did that to you?” he asks in a panicked laugh, “oh god, who turned you into such a torturous woman?”

You chuckle, eyes focused on his cock. How pink and swollen it looks between your fingers. It is almost adorable. You squeeze his tip, watching in delight how he leaks three pretty droplets of precum. You pick them up to spread them, massaging his slit skillfully.

“Was it Yoongi? It was Yoongi, wasn’t it?” Taehyung is gasping as he talks, arching his back while his knees buckle continuously, “oh I knew not to trust him. He t-turned you mad.”

You giggle. He isn’t even wrong. Yoongi’s such a good teacher.

“No Tete, I’m not doing it because I was made to do so, I’m doing it because I can”, you rasp, taking his cock back inside to suck on it harshly.

“Please I can’t anymore”, Taehyung exclaims, knees truly giving up on him to the point where he falls back against the table. He falls down on it, preventing himself from truly collapsing. His hands slam down behind him, shaking arms barely keeping him upright.

Like this his thighs are squeezed together, balls getting crushed right between them.

You free them with a gentle hand, rubbing your palm up and down on them. The base of his cock is between your fingers. His cock is so hard, standing perfectly straight.

“Don’t give up now, handsome”, you rasp, looking up at him with sultry eyes.

Taehyung managed to spread paint all over his throat. It is sitting on his skin in the shape of his handprint. A deep blue reminder of what he did just seconds ago. His eyes are droopy, his cheeks are glowing the faintest of pinks. He whimpers loudly, giving you a pleading look.

“I want you to climax in my mouth", you say.

Taehyung keens, squeezing his eyes shut, “you will get it soon”, he croaks, arching his back.

“Good, that’s good. Cum for me”, you encourage him and then you take him back into your mouth, bopping your head up and down on him as fast as you can.

“Ah! Darling!” Taehyung exclaims after just five seconds, fingers gripping the edge of the table and body crumbling intensely.

You gurgle happily, eyes closed in bliss and fingers digging into his trembling hips. He tastes like heaven, seeping out of as he cums way too much for your mouth to handle. It drips down your chin, landing on your paint covered tits and riling you up in the process.

"This is- ah!" Taehyung moans, feeling robbed of air and sanity.

You slip off of him once he stopped squirting his sweetness, helping him calm down by kissing his tip and fondling with his balls. They feel a lot less heavy and big than they did before. No wonder. After such an orgasm.

"Wow", Taehyung gets out, shivering in the aftermath.

You kiss his tip one last time then stand up, seeking his closeness by pressing yourself into him. He rests his chin on your shoulder instantly, right arm closing around your waist.

“How was that?” you ask him, scratching his back slowly.

“Otherworldly”, he whispers, exhaling in a deep sigh, “my legs are weak.”

You giggle, hugging him lovingly.

“I’m glad. I love giving you head”, you say.

“I love it too”, he says, sighing contently, “you smell so wet.”

“I am wet.”

Taehyung chuckles, giving your butt a soft pat.

“Jump”, he says and you follow, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. He is carrying you with one arm, bouncing you on it every now and then to make your pussy grinds against his stomach. You feel yourself tremble each time he does, fingers twisting his soft locks desperately. Sucking his cock left you so needy for attention.

You hear the sound of liquid hit a canvas, making you lift your head from his neck to look over your shoulder.

Taehyung is tilting a jar of blue paint over the huge canvas on the floor, turning his head to look at you when he feels your eyes on him. He smirks, eyes glowing ruby in playfulness.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Preparing my artwork”, he answers you, before squatting down to lie you right into the small puddles of paint.

“Ah cold”, you squeak, arching your back to flee the sensation.

Taehyung climbs on your lap, caging in your hips with his knees. He places his hand on your chest and pushes your back into the paint.

“Tae cold”, you whine, writhing under his strong hold.

“Yes, that’s it. Writhe for me. Oh, this is going to look wonderful”, Taehyung rasps.

“Oh my god”, you finally realise what he was doing, “are you actually going to paint me getting my pussy ate?”

He chuckles, “no, I’m merely going to eat you out, the painting will create itself”, he says, leaning down until your lips were almost touching, “so don’t forget to squirm for me. We want the result to be pretty, don’t we?”

“You sexy bastard”, you whisper, dropping your head weakly, “oh god, I’m so fucking wet.”

“Good, I can’t wait to taste it”, Taehyung says, pecking your lips just once before climbing off your lap.

He places himself on his knees between your legs, touching your inner thighs with loving hands. It smears blue paint everywhere, making the touch feel smooth and almost as if he was using oil to massage you.

You spread your legs the second he touches you, presenting your soaked pussy to his greedy eyes.

“You look stunning”, he rasps, eyes becoming the darkest of reds, “oh darling, I can’t believe you are real.”

He lowers himself to your pussy, placing a soft kiss on your clit. The touch makes you gasp, muscles tensing in preparation.

“So pretty”, Taehyung whispers and then he finally connects his lips with your warmth, tongue lapping at your entrance and fingers massaging your thighs.

“So good”, you sigh, melting into a puddle of pleasure, “don’t stop, please.”

Taehyung isn’t planning on stopping. You have gotten him so obsessed.

“Don’t stop please”, you sigh above him, forcing him to press himself closer just to let you know that he won’t.

Taehyung has wanted to have you ever since you began your painting lesson. You looked so beautiful in the light of the fireplace and with your warmest clothes on. You wore something different for the museum date, Taehyung did too, but changed out of it once home for the sake of comfort. A fluffy jumper and comfortable cotton pants with socks he knitted for you as a little present. Taehyung thought that you never looked more beautiful and that your scent was especially sweet tonight. A good, happy date always gets you smelling sweet and mellifluous and Taehyung regularly finds himself being hazy in your presence because of it. Tonight he couldn’t resist, claiming your pretty lips in a deep kiss before you could even truly start the lesson.

“You are so sweet”, Taehyung moans, sucking on your clit with a deep hum vibrating in his chest. He releases her gently, “so sweet”, he adds, connecting his tongue with your clit to trace her slowly.

His touch feels so good. You writhe, arch your back, writhe again. You can feel how the paint spreads on the canvas beneath you. Wet and sticky. It isn’t cold anymore, your burning up body has heated it up by now. You wonder how the painting comes out now that you are fucking like that. How should you ever be able to look at it without feeling close to fainting? All you will think about is how his hands were gripping your thighs and his tongue was devouring your wet cunt. You shiver at the mere thought.

“Tae, oh Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. You twist it carefully, giving it just enough of a tug to make him moan.

“That feels so good, darling”, he tells you, taking your clit between his lips afterwards to suck on her desperately. He brushes his tongue over her every now and then, giving you the neediest moans. He knows that you can feel his voice that way.

That deep, raspy voice right against your pussy. It’s making you shake. The paint spreads under your lower back, right where your buttocks start. You can feel it, hear it too. It sounds wet and sticky, mixing with the lewd sounds of Taehyung sucking your clit.

“S-slow”, you beg.

Taehyung releases your clit to look up at you. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly, the sweat on your skin is melting the paint. Your face is glowing in total bliss, your eyes peel open now that he stopped.

“It’s not nice is it? To be so sensitive”, he teases.

You mewl, closing your eyes again to cover them with your hand. He is so embarrassing sometimes.

Taehyung chuckles, lowering himself back to your pussy to lap at her quickly.

“O-oh”, your desperate moan slips out of you loudly, your hips chase him in an involuntary thrust. He is so fast in his movements, using his supernatural existence to his advantage. You love and hate it when they do that. You can barely even handle normal oral, let alone when they use their speeds against you in the most pleasurable of ways. Yoongi does that too sometimes when he isn’t busy tongue fucking you. Taehyung does it way too often. And Jungkook. Well, Jungkook is Jungkook. He’ll get there one day. You think of the others for just a quick second. What might they be up to right now?

Taehyung moans, sending even more vibrations through your pussy and therefore dragging you back to your sweet reality.

“Tae you fucking- you’re making me cum”, you press out, almost closing your legs on him if he didn’t hold them open so strongly.

Taehyung growls. You can hear the smirk in it. This stupid, sexy smirk he does whenever he is being (rightfully) cocky.

His tongue speeds up more, forcing your legs to tremble even before your high hits you.

“Tae, please, Tae, okay, okay, Tae. Tae it’s. Tae”, you stutter, growing more and more restless.

Taehyung doesn’t mind, he merely uses the smallest amount of his strength to keep you pinned down, torturing your clit with a guttural growl.

“Tae”, you gasp and then your orgasm hits you. It was too much. All of it. His fast tongue, his strong grip, his deep moans. Nothing could have prevented it from happening and now it is consuming you whole.

Taehyung helps you ride it out with smooth licks with the flat of his tongue, moaning right with you because he loves nothing more than to make you cum. He is so proud of himself. Not only because he is making you climax, but also because he can hear what certain other people are up to and he managed to make you cum in sync with dear Jungkook finding his sweet heaven. Taehyung swears he didn’t mean to listen in. It was an accident.

He smirks, pulling your weak hips on his tongue to grind your throbbing pussy on his tongue. It was all an accident.

You come down after what feels like hours, letting him know that it is getting too much by pulling at his hair. Taehyung lifts his head, his ears drown out the rest of the castle, focusing solely on you again.

You look ruined, panting heavily while your face is completely slack in weakness, lips parted and eyes closed. There is currently not a muscle working in it. You look so beyond relaxed, but Taehyung can hear that your heart is far from it, pounding in your chest quickly.

He picks you up from the canvas and sets you down on his lap, hugging you with all the love he has for you.

“That was amazing”, he whispers, placing soothing kisses on your neck.

“Yeah”, you sigh, shivering as you recover.

“Are you cold, my sweetest?” he asks you, rubbing your paint covered back.

You shake your head, “just shaken up. I came really hard.”

“I know, I could taste it. You did such a good job.”

“God Tae”, you drop your head on his shoulder, “you ruined me.”

He chuckles, pecking your shoulder lovingly.

“I couldn’t help it, I’m so obsessed with you.”

“Me too, Tae. You’re so amazing.”

Taehyung stands up then with you still in his arms. You hug him tighter instantly, legs around his waist and eyes closed in exhaustion.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“What do you say to a quick shower to get the paint off and then a long bubble bath?” he suggests.

“That sounds like heaven. What about the painting?”

“Let’s look at it tomorrow once it dried.”

“Okay”, you say and giggle quietly, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“Heh”, he lets out, grinning proudly, “you must admit that it was incredibly fun.”

“Yeah, it was”, you agree, cuddling into him as he carries you to the bathroom safely.

You will look at the painting tomorrow and you will fluster vividly while Taehyung will call it a masterpiece. He will also show it to the others after asking you for your consent and while Hoseok and Jungkook reacted by cracking up, Seokjin told you that it was “way too much tmi and that he did not ask for that information”. Yoongi will merely study the shapes of it, smirk softly and whisper a little “so that’s how you look when you squirm”.

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“There were simpler times in their life.”

Pairing: Soulmates!Vmin x named fem!OC

Genre: Polyamory!AU, Perioddrama!AU, Vampire!AU, Angst, Romance

Warnings: mentions of torture & trauma, gender & sexuality struggles, happy!Vmin :(

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: This is a snippet out of Sanguis!Vmin’s past together, hence why the OC is named and the story is not written in the 2nd POV. I honestly really missed writing about Tae’s past and I was very exited to dive deeper into Jimin’s past as well. Gosh, I miss him even if he was a lil dick for most of the story ahhaha 😔

"Jimin!” Taehyung came stumbling over the threshold, “Jimin you won’t believe what just happened!”

Jimin, who had been busy with reading the newest book of Jane Austen, lifted his head. He studied his best friend with curious but also slightly annoyed eyes.

“What?” he asked, lowering his book.

“I asked Ava if she wanted be with me and she said yes.”

“No way, you dared to ask?” Jimin gasped jumping to his feet to hurry to his friend, “Taetae those are excellent news. What exactly did she say?”

“Oh Jimin, It was so wonderful. You must hear all of it.”

It was three months ago when Taehyung met her.

It was at a viewing of his latest works. Taehyung remembers that day vividly. It was a rainy day, but the people didn’t allow it to taint their moods. On the contrary, the streets were bustling in life the entire day.

Taehyung worked two years on his art pieces and felt immense happiness at the aspect of finally sharing them with the world.

The viewing was a great success. Not only was Taehyung able to sell most of his works, he also met a lovely young lady at the festivities. She was standing by his only unsold work of the evening, sipping on her way too warm champagne, which Taehyung had imported solely for the viewing, and curling her lips as she thought.

Taehyung approached her because she seemed rather bored and he wanted to change that. After all, it was his viewing and he didn’t want his guest to be bored.

“I see that you have found an interest in this painting”, he said, studying with great interest as her gaze shifted from the painting to his face.

“Oh no, I find it rather dull. Wouldn’t you agree?” she answered him and Taehyung laughed.

“Dull”, he repeated, “now you must tell me why you feel that way”, he insisted, finding great liking in the way she seemed to curl her lips as she thought.

“I couldn’t tell you for the world of it”, she began, “but something about his choice off colour seems to bore me.”

“I see”, Taehyung inspected his work and suddenly felt the urge to agree with her, “I must say that combining oranges with reds is a rather dull thing to do.”

“Indeed”, she turned to him then, as if his answer sparked her interest greatly. She studied him from head to toe, curling her lips in that distinct way as she did, “and who are you?” she asked him.

“Me? I am no one really”, he smiled, “just the painter.”

Taehyung loved how her heart sped up in her chest. That sound had always been lovely to him.

The woman cleared her throat loudly and therefore forced Taehyung to concentrate his hearing back on the sounds only human were able to hear.

“Now I feel utterly ashamed, you must think me such an ill-mannered woman”, she said with great embarrassment in her eyes.

“Not at all, I am a great lover of honesty”, Taehyung assured her and lowered his gaze in his distinct way. Whether or not it was of magical nature, he refuses to tell. He knew however, that this look never failed and neither did it tonight, as the woman seemed rather charmed by it.

“I’m Ava”, she said, doing a perfect curtsey.

“It is a pleasure meeting you, Ava”, Taehyung returned the curtsey in perfect manner, “I’m Taehyung, but I figure that you already know my name.”

“Actually, I must admit. I only stumbled upon this viewing because there was a sign outside promising free food and champagne.”

Taehyung felt himself laugh honestly.

“Ah dear, you must really think I have no manners”, she said, fixing a strand of her hair in nervous instinct.

“Not at all. But come, I shall offer you more champagne”, he glanced at her flute, “cooled, I promise.”

She laughed, “well if that is so then I must take you up on your offer.”

Taehyung spent the rest of the evening talking to Ava. They chatted about food for a long time and Taehyung learned that Ava dreamt of being a chef in Paris one day. They also talked a lot about the arts and Taehyung learned that she possessed no knowledge regarding the topic, but that she wanted to learn. Taehyung also learned that Ava was new to life in the city and that she lived with her two rabbits and cat in a cellar apartment close to the city’s grandest park.

They also agreed on meeting for breakfast and they did. As friends.

They became great friends over the course of the next three months. At least that is what Ava wanted and Taehyung was happy to respect her wishes, despite his growing feelings for her.

Ava was a spectacular person. She was intelligent and quick-witted, she was kind and loved animals, she was never afraid to speak her mind and disliked the constricting roles of gender. Taehyung loved that about her and together they spent many nights fantasising about how it would be if only they switched genders for a night.

Ava also showed him her collection of countless costumes, she sewed for that exact occasion and Taehyung swore that he fell in love with her even deeper. Never before had he met a woman, who created costumes just so she could look like a man, but he was happy that he finally did. Because Ava was a delight. In as well as out of costume. She made him so incredibly happy to be on this earth.

Taehyung introduced Ava to Jimin two months into their friendship. Jimin was wary at first, because he has always been the jealous type, but warmed up to Ava very soon. Taehyung knew that Jimin would because Ava was lovely. She showed him ways of dressing up and Taehyung could watch as Jimin lit up in happiness because of it.

Jimin was very happy during the times with Ava. Many nights he spent admiring himself even long after Ava left. And even more nights, Taehyung could listen to his best friend sing in the washing room. Jimin rarely sang. Only when his humanity began brushing its fingers against his dead heart. And Taehyung loved that ever since Ava came into their life, Jimin began singing again.

Jimin has been Taehyung’s best friend ever since the twenties of the seventeenth century. They met during the endless winter of Jimin’s kingdom and had been family ever since. They shared the same fate, both cursed with vampirism and therefore eternal life. They shared most of that life together and while Taehyung had lived almost half a millennia before he met Jimin, he realised that his life only truly began once he met him.

They shared everything together. Homes, food, men and women as well as interests. Jimin loved to dance while Taehyung loved to play the violin. Jimin loved to pose while Taehyung loved to paint. Jimin loved to sing and Taehyung loved it too.

Jimin also loved to make a mess during their shared feeds, while Taehyung didn’t.

That was the only difference they had, but Taehyung didn’t blame Jimin. It wasn’t his fault that he loved what he loved.

Jimin wasn’t of the same kind as Taehyung. While Taehyung was of Normal decent, Jimin was a Glutton. And Gluttons are messy in their feed, it was in their nature.

Jimin didn’t want to become a vampire, let alone a Glutton, so he told Taehyung. He was tricked by a cunning and cruel demon into drinking its cursed blood and ever since then had to live his life in misery. The demon’s name was Namjoon and he was the Creator of most Gluttons on this earth.

Taehyung learned of Namjoon’s existence during the 1680s when the Creator came for a visit and tortured the two vampires for years. Taehyung still heard Jimin’s screams, even till this day almost sixty years later.

Taehyung felt different for the longest time ever since Namjoon five year long visit. Only recently, and perhaps only because of Ava, Taehyung began to feel like himself again.

He realised during those times, that Jimin was different too and only ever since he started to hear him sing again, he realised what had happened. Somewhere in his five years of torture, Namjoon must have forced them to turn off their humanity. And that Ava was responsible that both vampires found it again.

Taehyung fell even deeper for Ava because of it and soon his feelings for her became so great, that he couldn’t bear friendship any longer.

So he asked her. He gathered all his courage and asked her if she could imagine a world where they shared more than just friendship. And to his surprise, Ava said that she could.

Taehyung kissed Ava for the first time that night and he swore that he felt even the last jumbled pieces of his humanity finally shifting back into place.

It was twenty days later when Jimin asked Ava the same question. He talked to Taehyung about it first, confessing his own feelings for her to him with hopes that he would understand. And Taehyung did. He felt so happy for his best friend that he encouraged him to ask Ava the same question.

And so Jimin did, receiving the same answer from her as Taehyung did.

Taehyung was incredibly happy that she did, because it meant that he could share someone he loved so very dearly with the one person he will always love the most.

Ava spent the coming summer with Taehyung and Jimin. She left her basement apartment in the city and moved to their farm.

It was Taehyung’s land once, but he liked to say that it was as much of Jimin’s land as it was his’ these days. After all, it was only with Jimin when this small patch of land gained true meaning.

Jimin loved nature. He loved the work in a garden, loved the stray cats visiting them in the evening and found peace in watching the fireflies at night. Jimin always said to Taehyung that they reminded him of the galaxies of far away and later in their life, Taehyung would spend many days painting them just for him.

But this small piece of land would be their home for many decades before Taehyung began painting stars. They built a cottage on the once untouched meadow and Jimin planted big apple trees in the back.

Ava loved those trees. They had the perfect distance for them to span a piece of sturdy bedsheet between the trunks.

Taehyung and Ava spent a lot of time in their bedsheet hammock. Taehyung liked to read to Ava during those moments. And sometimes they kissed until the night turned dark.

Jimin and Ava spent a lot of time on the porch. Late at night when the stray cats already said their goodbyes and the fireflies painted galaxies on the horizons. They liked to sit and listen to the crickets. And sometimes they loved to kiss until the moon danced way past its zenith.

It was a good time in their lives. Filled with happiness and moments of sweetness.

They decided to tell Ava their secret once the first orange leaves were seen on the trees.

Ava was silent for a long time that evening. She simply stared at their true faces until they felt sick in nervousness. Taehyung remembers clearly that she shifted in her chair and then curled her lips in her distinct way.

And then she laughed. She laughed so loudly and so happily that for a moment the two vampires wondered if she had lost her mind in shock.

“Why am I not surprised?” she finally said and asked no further questions.

They shared Jimin’s bed that night. They shared it until the early morning hours and afterwards shared it lost in a deep, happy slumber.

Life with Ava became better ever since their confession. They taught her a lot about their kind and Ava listened with great interest. And soon they found themselves sharing way more than just a bond. Jimin always said that Ava’s blood was one of the sweetest bloods he ever tasted and till this day, Taehyung thinks it was because Jimin was truly in love with her.

Taehyung really misses those times. Till this day, almost two centuries later, Taehyung likes to think back to the times on their farm.

Ava stayed during all of autumn and she stayed all through winter and as spring came, she had finally finished decorating her room. She helped Jimin in the garden a lot in spring and in the evenings she liked to pose for Taehyung. In and out of costume. Sometimes Jimin joined too. In and out of costume. And Taehyung loved the paintings, which came out of those sessions.

By the time spring was almost over, Ava and Jimin had adopted one of the stray cats and named it Darcy. They were all entirely obsessed with the book ever since it was released and loved to read it to each other before going to bed.

Come summer, Taehyung stopped being present during the day. Not because he wanted to, but because he was once again preparing for a viewing of his latest works. Further away from their farm, which meant he was on horseback for many hours during those times.

Taehyung loved this time of their life. He loved leaving the farm, knowing that once he can return home, he would be greeted by the smell of Ava’s dinner and the sweetness of their kisses.

He truly loved his life. He felt like a husband coming home after a long day of work, greeted by food and love. Taehyung was reminded what being human felt like during this time of his life.

Humanity was something precious and wonderful to him and sometimes, he got the feeling that Jimin loved it even more than him.

Jimin was so happy, so full of life, so unapologetically himself. He sang not only in the washing room, but every chance he got and in the morning, he loved to dance with Taehyung until their bellies ached in laughter.

Perhaps that is also why Taehyung loved coming home. Because Jimin was happy and as much love he had for Ava, seeing his soulmate happy, brought Taehyung true peace. All he wanted for Jimin the moment he met him, was happiness.

But happiness can’t exist with sadness. And peace can’t exist with chaos. And their lives were never meant to be without chaos. Chaos which comes so fast and ruins too much.

Taehyung remembers coming home that evening and the house smelling of fresh bread. He remembers slipping out of his riding boots and calling out their names. He remembers looking at the bouquets of flowers he bought for them. They were just slightly squished from having to spend his entire ride in his bag. He remembers thinking to himself that they will love the surprise nonetheless.

And he remembers dropping them the moment he sat foot into the kitchen and seeing Ava’s maimed corpse on the table. Her throat was ripped out to the point where her head barely stayed on.

Taehyung remembers that he wanted to scream, but that he couldn’t for chaos interrupted him before he could.

“Welcome home”, chaos spoke and Taehyung felt frozen in fear.

He lifted his head and laid eyes upon Jimin’s blood covered face. It wasn’t Ava’s blood but his own.

“Jimin. No”, Taehyung pressed out, shifting his gaze to chaos.

“It is time you little piglets learn to behave again”, Namjoon spoke, rising from the chair at the end of the table.

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