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“I will not allow it,” Jungkook asserted heatedly. The disdain was dripping from every word he spoke, but Jimin simply rolled his eyes at the vampire’s blatant disregard for lycan customs.
“Well it’s a good thing it isn't fucking up to you, Jungkook!” He huffed in annoyance. “The law is clear. Any mating, even one as rare as ours, must be registered within ten days of occurrence. What about that don't you understand?” Jimin slapped the paper against his mate’s chest as he brushed past him in annoyance. He knew the action was petty, but the way Jungkook immediately crushed the paper and threw it at the wall gave him a twisted sort of satisfaction. A sharp, vicious hiss slipped from the vampire’s lips before he could control it, and he rounded on Jimin so quickly that he hadn't even registered the movement before Jungkook was crowding into his space.
“What is it with you that you cannot for one second do what you're told? Do you crave to be put in your place so desperately that you must test my patience at every turn, Jimin? I am telling you no. I do not fucking care what the law says. They can pry you from my own goddamn hands if they want it registered so badly!” He growled the words in Jimin’s face, a feral sounding urgency lacing each and every word. Jimin had backed away from the vampire, tensing when Jungkook descended on him like a moth to a flame until his back was pressed against the dark slated brick wall.
“The law-” Jimin started breathlessly.
“The law means nothing so long as you belong to me , omega,” he interjected. And ah, there it was. Jungkook’s eyes were blazing with a barely contained anger that Jimin had been hoping for. “You do belong to me, do you not?” He rasped with a tantalizing lilt to his voice. Jimin had him right where he wanted him.
“You mated with me, did you not?” Jimin challenged, hoping his scent would stay calm enough not to expose the rapidly building heat flaring under his skin.
“I am not customed with lycan practices, Jimin. I am not an alpha. Does our mating ensure that you belong to me?” He asked heatedly, not giving Jimin an inch of space to move. And Jimin suddenly realized that Jungkook was uncertain of the validity and depth of their mating bond.
They hadn't planned to bond within two hours of meeting each other, but it had felt right at the time. Jimin had not once doubted it in the short week he and Jungkook had been together. But there was so much they needed to learn about each other. So many things that he didn't understand about Jungkook. The vampire was strong-willed and stubborn, controlled in every aspect of his life, but yet always fell apart when it came to Jimin. He knew Jungkook was possessive, but extremely sweet and doting on Jimin’s every want and need. But this, this was something Jimin hadn't seen from him yet- insecurity .
Jimin reached forward slowly, brushing his fingertips against Jungkook’s wrist before pulling it upwards to place a soft kiss along the palm of his hand. His omega relished in the barely perceptible exhale the vampire let out. Jungkook was a vampire, yes, but his scent was like a beacon to Jimin, allowing him to pick up the rapidly changing shifts in Jungkook’s emotions.
“You are not a wolf, but you are my alpha, Jungkook. I belong to you, just as you belong to me. It does not matter to me that you are a vampire, or if others disapprove of our mating. I will announce you proudly, in front of any audience, that you are my alpha and we are mated.” And Jimin heard, more than felt, the relieved exhale that fell from his lips.
“I cannot enter the lycan district. I cannot see if you are safe or in harm’s way if you cross the district line. I cannot keep myself from crossing the boundary if I believe you are at risk, and I will be unforgiving of the war I would start to keep you safe, even from your own people. I do not think I could stand it if you are out of my sight, even for just a few moments. Not so soon after bonding,” he admitted quietly.
“The bond affects you differently, doesn't it?” Jungkook nodded hesitantly, eyes shifted downwards to avoid Jimin’s own imploring gaze.
“I feel everything about you. I do not crave anything so much as I crave you, and I don't want to. I feel you on me like a second skin. When you move, I move. When you want, I want.. It is not simply an awareness of you. It is not enough to bite and say you're mine. I physically ache to touch you. Blood does not hold taste like it did before I tasted yours. My entire being has a preference for you and you only.” And Jimin knew he wasn't lying. He could feel the sincerity in Jungkook‘s words. The want he felt through the bond increased tenfold as he spoke.
“You could do it again,” he blurted out in a rush, startling both of them.
“Do.. what, again?”
“The- you said the blood doesn't taste the same. You could bite me again,” he rasped, heartbeat accelerating when Jungkook’s eyes glazed over with lust as he licked his lips with anticipation. His eyes darted to the almost healed mating bite sitting proudly on the expanse of his throat. Jimin felt it surging through the bond, the primal possessiveness to reclaim Jimin.
“You understand what your words implicate?” He groaned, scent growing potent at the thought of Jimin's blood satiating his more carnal desires.
“They are not implications, baby. I want you to bite me again.”
“Jimin-”
“Let me ride your cock,” Jimin leaned forward and kissed innocently along Jungkook’s jawline. He could feel the vampire’s restraint wavering as Jimin offered himself up like a bitch in heat. “You said you would give me anything that I want. I want you to lie in bed and let me ride my alpha's cock, and then I want you to bite me,” he pulled Jungkook‘s fingers up to his neck and brushed them along his mating bite. “Right here.. before you cum, I want your cock buried so deep inside me that I can't even breathe. And then I want you to sink your teeth in. Right here. I want you to see how good I taste.”
Suddenly, Jimin was yanked upwards as his mate lifted him from the ground. His lips collided roughly with the Jimin’s. There was no caution or care with it. Jungkook was ravenous. He sucked and bit and lapped at Jimin’s lips, stealing the breath from his lungs as he panted trying to keep up. Again, his fangs itched to elongate and sink into Jimin’s flesh to get drunk off of the crimson flowing underneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched as he clasped his hands around Jimin’s waist and tossed him onto the bed, following him like an animal stalking their prey. He hastily rid Jimin of his clothing, wasting no time as he sucked bruises along his neck and chest.
Jungkook held him in an iron grip, growling as Jimin gasped and writhed around, yanking Jungkook’s clothes every which way in an attempt to rid them from his body. He knew his grip was bruising. He knew that later he would grow guilty as the shadow of his searing touches still stained Jimin's skin long after he's taken him.
Jimin snaked his fingers through Jungkook's hair and clasped tightly to the dark strands. He pulled harshly to force Jungkook's head back as he fought to catch his breath.
“I told you I wanted you to lie there and take it, did I not?” Jimin purred against the vampire’s kiss swollen lips. He pushed Jungkook backwards, causing him to lean back on his knees to keep from tipping back too far. Without giving him any time to adjust, Jimin pushed him onto his back and hastily tugged at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Jungkook lifted his hips immediately, panting like an eager little pup as Jimin yanked the last garment from his body.
Jimin descended on him like it was him about to have a taste, not Jungkook. He mouthed along Jungkook’s collarbones as he trailed his tongue down his mate's body. Jungkook gasped when Jimin swirled his tongue around his nipple and gently tugged it between his teeth.
He moved down Jungkook’s body torturously slow as he nipped and sucked and marked his pale skin possessively. Jungkook had his eyes tightly closed as Jimin wrapped his lips around his cock, but his mouth fell open with a shuddered moan as Jimin hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head earnestly. Jimin whimpered at the taste of Jungkook’s pre-cum coating his tongue. The vampire’s scent was addicting. It wasn't like a lycan scent. Not muddled with overbearing pheromones and heightened emotions. No, Jungkook’s scent was aggressive, a naturally dominant cinnamon rum that sharpened and dulled with whatever feeling he experienced. The scent was predatory and violent on the senses, and other lycans would rebel against it, but not Jimin. Jimin wanted the scent embedded into his skin. He wanted to coat his clothing and bury himself into a nest with it. He wanted to taste it. To consume it and have it entwined with his very flesh and bone.
Jungkook’s hand reached down to thread through Jimin's messy strands affectionately, causing Jimin to hum against his cock as he looked up at him through wet lashes.
“You love my scent baby? Your thoughts are so loud I can pick them up perfectly. You look so beautiful, Jimin. Just like this, messy and desperate, you are so perfect.” Jimin pulled back from Jungkook’s length and moved back up Jungkook’s body to sit in his lap. Jungkook wasn't wrong, he was desperate for it. He wanted to feel Jungkook everywhere. He was dripping with want, and he knew the stretch would feel so good when he took his alpha's cock.
Jimin reached behind himself to take Jungkook in his hand, but Jungkook was just as desperate for Jimin as Jimin was for him. He was already waiting, cock held in the perfect position, waiting for him. Jimin sank down slowly, breath ripped from his body as Jungkook filled him to almost a painful extent. He dropped his head on Jungkook’s shoulder while he caught his breath and adjusted to the delicious stretch. Jungkook was no better. Jimin could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against his skin, could hear the shallow breaths that he was trying to get under control.
“You feel so good, Jungkook. Really- I, I can’t even fucking breathe or I might cum,” Jimin groaned against his shoulder. And god, was that the right thing to say. Jungkook wrapped his hands around his hips and pulled him down sharply, punching all the air from his lungs as he began to grind his cock into Jimin with a perfected figure-eight motion. Jimin couldn't have stopped it if he tried. He was cumming all over the both of them with an embarrassing whimper, already on the verge of tears and they'd barely even gotten started.
Jungkook leaned back from him and Jimin nearly protested the distance, but his mate was truly a vision. Jungkook was wiping Jimin’s cum and slick from between their bodies, moaning low in his throat as he sucked his fingers into his mouth impulsively, as if his life depended on tasting every single drop. Jimin was already half hard again at the sight of the vampire's enthusiasm. He dropped his head back onto Jungkook's shoulder and shakily began to move his own hips, moaning when Jungkook’s cock stayed pressed against his prostate.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin and yanked him forward so they were chest to chest, pulling Jimin off of his cock just enough to give him room to move. He planted his feet and began to fuck up into Jimin’s hole at a torturously slow pace, whispering oh, fuck under his breath as Jimin’s tightness engulfed him. A breathy whine rips from Jimin's lips against his permission, and Jungkook chases it down with his tongue as he continued to fuck into him with more force.
“Fuck, Jimin look at you-” and Jimin could do nothing but hold on tightly as Jungkook rolled his hips hard and slow. His slick was all over the both of them, and Jimin knew he looked a mess, but god, was Jungkook a sight to behold. The muscles of his abdomen were glistening with a mixture of Jimin’s cum, slick, and sweat. His lips were red and parted, slick from how messily he had sucked all over his cum soaked fingers. Jimin was transfixed on the way his body was tensed beneath him, how sloppy his movements were becoming.
They were both so gone. Jungkook was lost in the feeling of taking Jimin apart. His eyes were hazed over with a reddish tint, fangs sharp and glinting and Jimin knew how desperately they ached with the need to taste.
“O-open your mouth,” Jimin ordered, but the words were much too breathless to hold any command. Still, Jungkook’s lips dropped open immediately, tongue rolling past his bottom lip as he panted with need. Before Jungkook could recognize his intentions, Jimin slipped his index and middle finger into Jungkook’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Jungkook wrapped his lips around the digits and immediately sucked them down, earning a desperate whine from the both of them. Jungkook was panting, chest rapidly rising and falling as he breathed through his nose.
“Open again,” Jimin moaned, grinding down in time with Jungkook’s shallow thrust. Neither of them were going to last much longer. Jungkook opened his mouth again, allowing Jimin to easily remove his fingers. But Jimin had other intentions. He pulled his fingers nearly completely out, just enough to reach his razor-sharp fangs. Carefully, he sliced both fingers against the pointed tips. But Jimin didn't feel any pain. He watched as Jungkook’s eyes blew open and his body pulled taut with desire. Jimin didn't give him any time to think. He pressed back down against Jungkook’s tongue and slid his fingers as far back as he could.
“How good do I taste, baby? You look so gorgeous with something down your throat, my cock is almost jealous,” Jimin’s words choked off and he cried out as Jungkook began to suck on his fingers desperately. His head fell back as Jungkook snapped his hips up and began to fuck Jimin earnestly, now eager for a release as the different sensations overwhelmed him. Between Jimin’s fingers down his throat, the sweetness of his blood coating his tongue, his own pleasure, Jimin’s scent, and the sounds the omega was making, Jungkook couldn't even think.
“Jungkookie- bite.. please-I-I’m gonna cum, bite me!”
With a speed Jimin didn't even believe possible, Jimin found his back hitting the sheets as the vampire switched their positions. Jungkook never even slipped out of him. He was out to absolutely ruin him, and Jimin was willing to beg for the ruin. Jungkook fucked him at a pace that was inhuman, spurred on by his more carnal desires as he took Jimin apart piece by piece. Jimin held tightly onto Jungkook’s wrist that was gripping him securely by his hip, but his legs were tight around Jungkook’s waist. He knew his heels were probably digging painfully into his back, but Jungkook didn't even flinch each time he tightened his legs.
“Oh god, fuck, r-right there baby, right-” Jimin nearly screamed as Jungkook hit that same spot over and over again, but Jungkook cut off every train of thought he had. Abruptly, Jungkook let out a near feral sounding snarl. Jimin watched his eyes darken possessively as his control slipped and he lost his rationality with pleasure. If it were anyone else.. if anyone else would have gotten close to Jimin like this, it would have scared him nearly to death.
But not Jungkook.
No, with Jungkook, it only spurred him on more. He trusted Jungkook. With his heart, with his soul, with his body. Jungkook was his mate, his safety, and he knew, even with Jungkook feral, he wouldn't hurt Jimin.
Jimin reached up and grasped Jungkook’s face with shaky hands, forcing him to look at Jimin. And oh, Jungkook’s eyes were nearly completely black, pupils obscuring the whites of his eyes. Without any hesitance, he brushed his fingers against Jungkook’s lips, sighing softly when Jungkook’s tongue snaked out to taste the lingering blood from before. His thrusts slowed slightly as he focused in on Jimin entirely.
“Want your bite, alpha,” Jimin whispered shakily. All of his senses were going haywire, but he couldn't let go yet. He needed to cum with Jungkook. Jungkook nodded his head, as if lost in a daze. He slowed his pace even more, groaning when Jimin clenched down on his cock. Jimin watched the vampire zero in on his throat and swallow harshly, already anticipating the warmth and sweetness he knew would follow.
Jungkook pressed a feather light kiss against the omega's pulse point, earning a high pitched keen from the back of his throat. There was no hesitance in Jimin. He knew what he looked like right now, a predator locked onto his prey. They both knew that if Jungkook wanted to, he could rip out Jimin's throat and drain him dry. There is no denying that Jimin’s life was at his mercy, but Jungkook could never. Because Jimin was splayed out underneath him so beautifully, throat tilted to give him access to bite, and all he could think of was Jimin’s sweet peach scent invading his throat, his soft fingertips and heated gazes, his fiery personality.
He traced his lips along the column of Jimin’s throat, stopping to inhale deeply at his scent glands. Jimin squirmed underneath him, impatient to cum, but he never pulled away from Jungkook, even as his fangs grazed his pulse point in warning. The omega only moaned softer, a slight hiccup as he breathed in with a shuddered inhale.
“Jungkook, please.” And who was Jungkook to deny his pretty little omega?
Jungkook’s fangs sank into the mating mark, eliciting a pleasured cry from both of them. Jimin, as a sense of euphoria exploded through his body as he came. Jungkook, as he abruptly came as the ripened peach sweetened blood exploded in his mouth.
They both drowned in each other all over again.
Jimin glanced back at the boundary line, sighing as he watched Jungkook pace the line aggressively. The guards were watching him nervously, guns drawn in case the vampire flew off the handle and decided to cause a war. No vampire had stepped foot in lycan territory in over a hundred years, but he knew Jungkook was willing to be the first.
“The slower you walk, the more agitated I become, Jimin.” Jimin glanced down at the phone in his hand, rolling his eyes at Jungkook’s forced out words.
“You’re causing a commotion, alpha. The whole point of facetime is for you to be able to see I'm still safe. If you keep gripping the phone like that, it's going to break.”
“Just hurry,” he gritted back. “The wolves smell terrible. I’m considering attacking them just to end this prolonged suffering.”
“I’m hurrying, you big baby! They smell terrible because you're scaring them, Kook! Their scent would lessen if you’d stop your pacing. Also, don’t say 'the wolves’ as if all of them smell terrible because don't get me started on how many times I've had your nose buried in my ass just so you can lap at my scent like a dog!”
“First off, your scent is a gift from the gods, Jimin, it makes men weak. Secondly, I am a dog, Jimin, sometimes I just need a little treat in the form of you sitting that pretty little ass-”
“Can I help you?”
“Right on my tongue-“ Jungkook continued, ignoring the wolf that Jimin was clearly now speaking with.
“I need to register my recent mating!” Jimin squeaked, trying to ignore his cheeks lighting ablaze with embarrassment, along with the beta's scathing glare.
“Let that ass smother me. I love that tight little hole-”
“Okay!” Jimin slammed copies of his and Jungkook’s ID cards down on the countertop and pulled the clipboard from the woman's hands. Hastily, he made his way to the omega's bathroom, hoping to get away from prying ears. “Jungkook! You traumatized that woman!”
“When we get home, I'm going to bend you over the kitchen counter and eat you out until you cum dry, omega.”
“Jungkook!”
“And then I'm going to tie your wrists to the headboard and I’m going to fuck you at least until you cum two more times. And then we’re going to make chicken scampi for dinner and take a bath so you can cancel any other plans we had.”
“You said we were going to watch Harry Potter tonight!” Jimin whined, stamping his foot petulantly.
“We can watch Harry Potter if you let me eat your ass again after dinner.”
“Fine! But I want extra chicken in my pasta!”
“I’ll slaughter all the chickens in Seoul for you, baby!”
Jimin straightened up abruptly when suddenly the sound of a toilet flushing sounded in the end stall, and he was ready to cry from embarrassment. A very flushed looking omega came from the stall and awkwardly washed her hands, trying hard to ignore looking in Jimin’s direction. As she finally made her way to the door, she stopped to face Jimin, still unable to meet his eyes.
“E-excuse me, but does your alpha have a brother? Or cousin? Or dad?” She tacked the last option on there a bit desperately, making Jungkook snort obnoxiously from the other side of the phone.
The embarrassment only increased as she turned and left the bathroom, and Jimin gave the biggest glare he could muster as he stared the vampire down. He tried his hardest to hold the expression, but the second he saw the slight quirk of Jungkook’s lips, he rolled his eyes and softly groaned, “I hate you so much!”
“No, you don't,” Jungkook chuckled, earning a sweet smile from his feisty mate.
“No, I don’t.”
“Not even a little bit,” Jungkook teased.
“Not even a little bit, baby.”
“You wanna get ice cream when we leave here?” Jungkook asked with excitement.
“Will you eat it off my ass?” Jimin teased back, licking his lips seductively.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Jungkook groaned.
“Sir, please step back from the boundary line.” A stern voice interjected.
“My omega wants me to eat ice cream off of his ass and you're worried about boundary lines?” Jungkook snapped back quickly. Jimin leaned forward to rest his hand on the bathroom mirror and smiled back at himself in the reflection.
Jeon Jungkook would be the death of him, and Jimin couldn't wait.