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In the coven, every vampire shares different responsibilities in order to maintain the safety and wellbeing of everyone else. There aren’t many in the coven, just a small, manageable amount, overseen by the elder Seokjin.
Seokjin’s not very traditional like other covens around them, but there are reasons why he’s well respected in both the vampire and werewolf communities; he’s fair, honest, and more laid back than most.
Their old victorian mansion is situated in an area surrounded by forests and within those forests lie the nearest werewolf lair, with a wolf named Namjoon at the helm. They have territory lines that separate their boundaries and oftentimes both parties will have to patrol the grounds just to make sure everything is in order.
Sometimes, however, accidents happen. Someone will overstep the boundaries hunting or doing something else and depending on whose territory it is, either Namjoon or Seokjin will send a group out to investigate.
This time around, it’s Jimin and Yoongi who are sent out to investigate, as Seokjin’s noticed that one or two werewolves have crossed the borders and are wandering around. Yoongi’s extremely grumpy about being woken from his nap (he’s just about the only vampire that enjoys sleeping recreationally) and Jimin had almost finished his book in the library until Seokjin had called for them.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Jimin murmurs as he and Yoongi head outside through one of the back doors, the dreary grey afternoon providing them with plenty of cloudy coverage. Contrary to popular belief, vampires don’t explode when they’re exposed to sunlight, but it does burn unless they’re covered from head to toe. So it’s nice when the weather works with them and spares them from harm.
The thick tree canopies above cast shadows all along the forest floor and it’s eerily silent so far. They don’t create the sound of footsteps, so even the leaves and twigs under their feet don’t snap. Birds and insects are quiet and Yoongi and Jimin engage in small chatter on the way to the boundary line.
“There's probably nothing out here,” Yoongi gripes, ducking underneath a low hanging branch. “Seokjin is too paranoid sometimes.”
“Namjoon is out of the area for a couple days, I think Seokjin is just on edge because of that,” Jimin replies as he steps over a set of mossy rocks.
Even though their coven and Namjoon’s pack are on fairly good terms, it's no secret that Yoongi holds some amount of disdain for the wolves. His nose crinkles at the mention of the werewolves’ leader. “I swear, if this is some of their pups fucking around in our territory. . .”
Jimin doesn’t comment on that.
Namjoon doesn’t have many pups in his pack but most notable are Jungkook and Taehyung, one an alpha and the other an omega, respectively. Jimin knows Jungkook. . . intimately.
Werewolves and vampires are technically not supposed to involve themselves romantically or sexually, as eloping is far too common when there is a relationship going on. There is danger, also, in having children, as many half-breeds face complications and are outcasted in society.
But secret relationships thrive, like Jimin’s relationship with Jungkook.
(It’s still taboo for males to outright state they’re in a relationship and it’s really frowned upon, especially if it’s a werewolf and a vampire.)
There are spots outside of their territories to meet up, spend time with one another, and it’s never suspicious because many venture outside whenever they feel like it. Jimin understands the risks, and so does Jungkook, but they’re young and often restless and require some sort of relief and contact with people that don’t live in their home.
Jimin doesn’t hope it’s Jungkook because Seokjin gave them specific orders: If it’s the pups, bring them back here, no matter the reason why they’re out there. We can’t leave them out there while Namjoon’s gone. Namjoon will discipline them when he returns.
But, as they approach, Jimin catches the young alpha’s musk and Taehyung’s earthy scent. There’s something different about how they smell and Yoongi’s nose crinkles, lips turning into a frown.
They can hear voices and laughter the closer they get to this little clearing by the river that runs between the territories: the first place Jimin met Jungkook, back when he was all big teeth and long limbs. But what makes all the hairs on Jimin’s arms stand on end is when an unmistakable breathy moan punctuates the end of a giggle.
“Oh hell no,” Yoongi spits, “those nasty little mutts better not be actually fucking out here.”
Jimin doesn’t feel irritated, no, not at all.
They step into the clearing and it’s Taehyung who spots them first, head of bleached blonde hair almost tucked under Jungkook’s arm, their bodies flush together. Taehyung’s leaning back against a boulder along the bank of the stream and the giggling abruptly stops. The omega’s eyes widen, body tensing in the alpha’s hold. “Ah. . . Jungkook—”
When Jungkook turns, he has the decency to look at least a little bit ashamed to see Jimin and Yoongi standing in the mouth of the clearing, and immediately puts a respectable distance between himself and his pack mate. “I'm sorry,” he begins, looking Jimin in the eyes so that the vampire knows the apology is meant for him, “Taehyung’s about to go through his heat. We didn't mean to bother anyone.”
Jimin’s not accepting the apology. Luckily Yoongi’s too ticked off to notice how Jungkook is staring at the lavender-haired vampire, and Jimin folds his arms across his chest. Jungkook’s shirtless and so is Taehyung, the alpha’s muscles rippling under his skin when he reaches out to grab at their clothes. Jungkook realizes he’s made a very big mistake when he sees how Jimin’s blue eyes turn icey, even distant.
“You’re in our territory,” Jimin asserts, because he and Yoongi aren’t supposed to care about what the wolves do. But Jimin definitely cares. “You have to come with us. Seokjin’s orders. Get dressed and let’s go.”
Neither of the pups fight but Taehyung, who hasn't had much contact with the vampires, looks scared, bottom lip wobbling a bit. Jungkook helps the omega back into his shirt, assuring him that everything's going to be okay.
Yoongi however, is fairly fed up with the situation, considering he still could have been taking a nap if it weren't for these two idiots. “Come on. We don't have all day,” he snaps, striding over and yanking Taehyung off the boulder with a firm grip around his arm, shoving him forward hard enough that the omega stumbles.
Jungkook’s upper lip curls back into a snarl, and Jimin sees his eyes begin to bleed into amber.
“Watch it,” Jimin chastises Yoongi as Taehyung crosses over, “Jungkook. He’ll rip you to shreds if you do that again.”
He glances at Jungkook before he focuses his gaze back on the omega, who seems very small and weak now that he’s been separated from his pack mate. Jimin doesn’t hate Taehyung, though they don’t know each other, but Yoongi’s grumpy and wants to go home and doesn’t care about his roughness.
Jimin guides Taehyung away and Yoongi follows, Jungkook reluctantly tagging along. His eyes still have an amber hue but he poses no danger to either of them. The younger vampire refuses to look at Jungkook on their walk through the forest, leaves and twigs crackling under the werewolves’ feet and not the vampires.
Their orders are to report to Seokjin immediately, with or without the trespassers, but Yoongi grumbles and suggest they bring them to Seokjin just in case. Taehyung has probably only seen the coven once, same for Jungkook, as the nearby packs and covens often hold meetings here or in other homes to discuss topics regarding recent threats or news from others.
Which reminds Jimin, they’re having a meeting tonight in the mansion with other covens.
Oh, won’t the delegates love having two hormonal werewolves on the premises.
Yoongi and Jimin lead the two up the marble staircase in the front of the mansion, other vampires around them peering up and staring at the werewolves as they ascend to the second floor. Taehyung feels uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze but they’re out of view when they reach Seokjin’s office.
“Come in,” Seokjin’s voice calls from the inside, and Yoongi pushes open the wide mahogany doors. The windows are cracked open, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the narrow office, golden curtains fluttering from a soft breeze. Seokjin stands from behind his desk and stares at the two wolves.
The pink haired coven leader clears his throat.
“I had a feeling it was these two. What were they doing?”
Jungkook is the one that speaks. “It's my fault. Taehyung is about to go into heat, and he didn't want to have the pack around so I offered to help. I didn't realize we’d crossed the border.”
They have Jungkook and Taehyung separated, and the omega very clearly isn't happy about it. He refuses to look at any of the vampires, blush high on his cheeks.
“You reek ,” Yoongi comments with a disgusted look on his pretty face.
“Yoongi, play nice,” Seokjin scolds, and the vampire mumbles under his breath and casts his eyes elsewhere.
It’s quiet for a moment until Seokjin sighs and scratches the back of his neck, brown eyes fluttering between Jungkook and Taehyung. “I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any problems while your leader is out of town. . . but I guess it can’t be helped. Yoongi, please take Taehyung to one of the spare bedrooms in the basement, his scent will be much stronger than Jungkook’s and I would prefer to not get in trouble for housing an in-heat omega while a delegation is here. Jimin, keep Jungkook in your room. You live on the far side of the wing so it should be fine.”
Jimin sputters, his cross-shaped earrings swaying as he snaps his head back and forth from Seokjin to Jungkook. “Hyung, why my room? There’s plenty of room in the basement, why can’t he—”
He’s shut up by Seokjin who raises his hand in objection. “I don’t have time to figure out all of the living arrangements, Jimin. He stays in your room until the delegation leaves before morning. Having both of them in a room together or even in the same space is only going to cause us problems. I don’t know for sure when Namjoon will be back, but until then, they stay here. Understood?”
The lavender haired male grits his teeth but nods his head. Yoongi just grabs Taehyung’s arm, startling the blonde, and walks out with him in tow. Seokjin sits back down at his desk and raises a brow when Jimin’s still standing there.
“Well?”
With a resigned sigh, Jimin turns around and motions for Jungkook to follow. They exit the office and Jimin shuts the door behind him, his lips pursed in a thin line as he makes a left and walks down a carpeted hallway, expecting the alpha to tag along.
As soon as they're out of earshot, Jungkook sidles up to Jimin. “Hyung, I'm sorry . Taehyung shouldn't be left alone. Going through a heat on his own—”
“Shut up,” Jimin snaps in a whisper. He makes another left, his jaw visibly tense. “Should have thought more about that before you went outside to fuck in the forest on our boundaries.”
Wisely, Jungkook doesn't push it and keeps silent as Jimin leads them to the far side of the mansion, finally stopping in front of two, large doors inlaid with detailed designs into the polished wood.
Jimin’s room is beautiful, spacious, and opulent. Huge Victorian style windows open up the far wall, hung with black out curtains to keep the sunlight from streaming in. The bed in the center of the room is the biggest one Jungkook has even seen, dark silk sheets and fur blankets draped over the mattress. The rug over the hardwood floor is plush under Jungkook's bare feet, and for a moment he's a little awestruck.
Once the bedroom door swings shut behind them, he reaches for Jimin. “Hyung, please don't be like this. You don't know what going through a heat is like—”
Jimin is strong, almost as strong as Jungkook, and he sways away from the brunette as soon as he’s grabbed. “I don’t, but you’re not in a heat. Maybe your rut soon, but your mind should be functioning just fine,” he replies sourly, stepping further into his room towards his mirrored dresser.
“I know,”Jungkook sputters, feeling out of place and folding his arms in front of himself. “I'm talking about Tae. That's why you're mad. . . Isn't it?”
The vampire fiddles with his frilled cuffs, wanting to make sure he’s appropriate for the meeting. “I’m more mad at you than anything or anyone else, Jungkook.” He fixes the tall black frilly collar of his shirt next. “That’s all I have to say to you right now.”
“Don't be mad. That's what— that's what we do , hyung. We have to take care of our pack, whether it's an omega going into heat or an alpha going into a rut. Don't be jealous.”
Jimin laughs and turns, resting his blue eyes on the werewolf. “I get it, that’s what you do. But I’m not very happy over the fact that I was the one who had to find you two, see you like that—” His nails scrape against the wood of the dresser and he stops himself from gouging out chunks of wood. “—it would have been better if I hadn’t seen anything. We haven’t spent time together in a while and. . .”
He’s jealous.
Jimin is just really jealous.
The vampire sighs and pushes off his desk. “Nevermind. That doesn’t matter. I have to be somewhere now, so I’m going to lock you in here until I get back. Can’t risk anything.”
Jungkook looks hurt, doe eyes wide. “You don't trust me?”
Jimin walks towards the door, head tipping up to meet Jungkook’s eyes. He’s much taller now, has finally filled into his tall body, replaced long skinny limbs with thick, sinewy muscle. His eyes are still just as wide, almost innocent looking, and Jimin has to avert his gaze or else he’s going to feel guilty.
He wants to be mad at Jungkook no matter how petty that might seem.
“It’s for the sake of your safety, believe it or not. The vampires that are coming aren’t as friendly as we are to you, and Seokjin just doesn’t want any trouble. I’ll be back before morning.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply, brushing past Jungkook and prying open one of the double doors. Jimin draws up a small silver key from his pocket and he casts one last glance at the werewolf before shutting the door, twisting the key into the lock of both of them.
Jungkook can keep himself busy for a couple hours.
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Jimin finds it incredibly boring, sitting through meetings like this, but his boredom is not as evident as Yoongi’s. The elder vampire is clearly dozing off when he’s not spoken to and one of the other vampires from a different coven, Jennie, has to kick at Yoongi’s shins to subtly wake him up.
The dining room table is completely full, spanning the entire length of the long room. Dinner has already been served (it’s more for show, but some vampires do eat normal food just for the taste and feeling of being full) and the table is cleared, the pristine white tablecloth holding nearly nothing on it.
Seokjin is doing all the talking, so nobody really pitches in. Jimin’s not one for public speaking like this and he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. Nobody has realized that there are two werewolves in the mansion yet and that’s the only thing Jimin can be happy about right now. He’s still pissed but refrains from crossing his arms and making it obvious, so he crosses one leg over the other underneath the table and keeps his hands in his lap.
They discuss human activity, border patrols, new borders, hunting grounds, outside activity, and other such things that vampires —like Yoongi— find boring but necessary to go over. It’s very formal, though when all of the talking is done, there is some socializing, and Jimin can see Yoongi dip out of the room the moment everyone stands to chat with one another.
Jimin can’t leave yet so he sticks around and chats quietly with others who approach, glasses of wine being handed out. The wine’s been infused with blood to make it worthwhile and the vampire only takes small sips here and there.
It’s a couple of hours before sunrise that Jimin decides he should leave, maybe go catch a few hours of sleep if he can sleep at all. Jungkook’s most likely sleeping now, probably in his bed, and he approaches Seokjin.
“I’m heading back to my room,” he murmurs, setting his nearly empty glass of wine on the corner of the table, “but you might find me sleeping in the library or hanging out in there all day.”
Seokjin dismisses Jimin appropriately and then the lavender haired male is gone.
Everyone’s downstairs at this time and he ascends the stairs quietly, fingers working on his jacket to take it off. He puts it over his arm and digs out the bedroom key from his pocket, a click resonating through the air as the door’s unlocked.
Jimin slips in and closes the doors quietly behind him, turning around and expecting Jungkook to be tucked under the sheets of his bed or on the couch against the wall. Instead, he sees the outline of Jungkook’s naked back, soft groaning noises coming from the wolf on his bed. The sheets are a mess around him and the entire room smells of wolf pheromones.
Heightened wolf hearing has Jungkook’s head snapping around, dark fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead. “ Hyung ,” he breathes, voice gravelly and low.
The vampire’s breath hitches in his throat and his fingers slip from the door, only after locking it again. Even though the room is dark, he can easily spot how much of a mess Jungkook has made of his bed, the broad expanse of his back rippling with taut muscle when he shifts.
“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, albeit hesitantly, setting his jacket on the nearest chair. The room reeks.
“ M’in my rut,” the wolf pants, “it hurts , hyung. Everything smells like you, smells so good — ”
Jimin knew it was a bad idea to put Jungkook in here.
“I was gone for only a couple hours, how could—” he stops himself, spotting one of his larger pillows trapped underneath the alpha’s body, silk sheets just draping over the small of his back.
Jimin swallows.
With another groan, Jungkook moves his hips, grinding himself on the pillow pressed between his legs. The sheets slip and it's clear the the wolf is completely naked underneath, rutting against the pillow as if he's actually fucking someone.
The vampire inhales and doesn’t let that breath go.
“Jungkook. . .” he doesn’t know where to begin, what to say, but he cautiously approaches the side of the bed, keeping a good distance away. Jimin’s still mad, still really irritated with Jungkook, but the wolf has made a mess of his bed. Drying cum stains the sheets and all of the fur blankets are shoved towards the foot of the bed.
Jungkook looks so desperate, so needy, hips rutting into the pillow like his life depended on it.
Jimin knows he should do something because walking away is the worst thing he can possibly do. There’s resentment simmering in his belly but he has to shove it aside for now. Jungkook’s alpha musk hangs in the air and it’s almost nauseating; lust bubbles up to the surface and forces down the resentment because Jungkook does smell good.
“What. . . what do you want me to do?”
The wolf cums with a growl, panting and biceps straining. It does nothing to stem the tide of his rut, and when he looks at Jimin, his eyes are totally blown out and gold with no trace of their usual chocolatey tone.
“Let me fuck you,” he growls, rocking back and Jimin can see how his cock is still rock hard between his legs. “Please, hyung, it hurts.”
Jimin’s still for a moment before he’s moving, walking back and forth as he thinks as he undresses. Jungkook’s just going to have to wait until he’s undressed and prepped, but that’s going to take awhile. Too long for an alpha in rut to wait.
The wolf’s eyes are hungry as they land on Jimin while he strips out of his nice clothes, fingers fumbling with his dangling earrings and the silver buttons of his shirt. Jungkook begins to rub against the pillow again, making all sorts of growling and panting noises, and Jimin reaches inside his dresser drawer to flounder around for the lube.
“Jungkook-ah, hey, let me suck you off,” Jimin suggests, but he’s already kneeling down on the side of the bed, popping the cap off the lube. But Jungkook’s just rutting into the pillow, searching for his release, and Jimin snaps, “Get over here.”
It's almost endearing how Jungkook immediately clamors over, looking like the pup he is with his wide eyes and tender motions, but his cock is curved up against his belly as he kneels in front of the vampire. “C-can I touch you, hyung?”
“I’m prepping myself,” Jimin states, already squirting lube over his fingers, reaching behind to rub one finger over his rim. He does part his lips though, leaning forward to lap at the leaking head of Jungkook’s cock. “Just let me do what I need to do, Jungkook.”
The wolf can't help but to buck his hips forward into the warm wetness of Jimin’s mouth, tangling his fingers into the vampire’s hair for leverage. “Oh fuck, your mouth— can I fuck your throat, p-please?”
Jimin slips the first finger past his rim and he lets his jaw go slack, plush lips wrapped obscenely around Jungkook’s thick cock. He can only nod a little before Jungkook’s eagerly shoving himself down the vampire’s throat, and Jimin has to be careful with his sharp teeth as to not harm the young wolf accidentally.
With one hand in the vampire’s hair and the other around his throat, Jungkook thrusts deep until Jimin’s nose is pressed up against his lower belly. A strangled noise of pleasure escapes his lips when Jimin’s throat contracts around him, and he shudders when he can feel his cock twitching beneath his fingers.
“W-wanna cum in your wet little mouth, hyung.”
Jimin’s fitted two fingers now and he’s working on a third, but it’s hard to keep concentrating on one thing when he’s occupied. Saliva wells up in his mouth and smears along his chin, and he pulls off Jungkook just enough for him to catch his breath and nod his head as he squeezes a third finger in, moaning softly.
“Go ahead,” the vampire rasps, lips red and jaw aching. He spreads his thighs a little further as he thrusts his fingers all at once, lips parting to let Jungkook finish off in his mouth.
When Jungkook cums, he's fisting his own cock, gasping and snarling and painting Jimin’s swollen lips and tongue with his release. It's filthy, but the wolf loves seeing the elder covered in his cum, smears it around with the tip of his cock. It's a claim, a possessive behavior, and it doesn't stop Jungkook from yanking the vampire up and kissing him on the mouth. “Fuck, I want you now, let me fuck you, hyung, I'll make you feel so good.”
Jimin’s gasping when Jungkook kisses him, cum smeared along his cheeks now along with his lips and he withdraws his fingers. He wants to warn against Jungkook claiming any further but Jungkook is making the statement that the vampire is his and that’s exactly what Jimin wants to hear after the incident earlier.
“Then fuck me,” Jimin breathes out, nicking Jungkook’s lips with his sharp canines, “Show me how sorry you are for earlier, fuck me like you mean it.”
The younger wolf whines, bullies Jimin onto his back on the bed, the taste of blood in his mouth. It's easy for him to hook the vampire’s legs over his shoulders, planting his palms on the mattress for leverage. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, rutting his hips forward blindly, cock slipping between Jimin’s lube slick cheeks. He's panting, shaking, finally gripping himself at the base with one hand so that he can sink inside the vampire’s tight body.
Jimin reaches down between his legs to grapple at his ass, helps pry himself apart to make the slide that much easier. His fingers are smaller, aren’t as fulfilling or deft as Jungkook’s, and there’s a slight burn when Jungkook squeezes past his rim and buries himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, fuck, J-Jungkook—” he pants, back bowing off the bed as Jungkook’s hands fit on either side of his body. Jimin’s throat is raw but he moans loudly, in a high pitched voice, when Jungkook pulls out and slams back in.
Jungkook’s past the point of caring, so deep into his wolf’s head space that he can only growl every time his hips smack into the back of Jimin’s ass. He fucks like an animal, nails clawing at the curve of Jimin’s waist to hold him in place.
Jimin has to resist from being too loud, knows that people are still downstairs and that one wrong move could land them both in trouble. Sweat dabbles across his forehead and his back is sticking to the silk sheets, fingers clutching handfuls, the soft friction driving them higher up the mattress.
It’s rough and fast and unforgiving, feels like he’s going to split in two from Jungkook’s cock, but it’s so good, especially when Jungkook thrusts just right and slams into the sweet spot that has Jimin writhing and nearly sobbing.
“O-oh god, right there Jungkook, yes, yes, yes, just like that —”
Jimin’s legs slip from Jungkook’s shoulders, instead falling around the werewolf’s waist, but it doesn't break the younger’s rhythm. He grinds up into that spot that makes Jimin see stars, teeth bared as he buries his face in the vampire's neck.
The base of his cock starts to swell, the alpha’s knot catching on the edges of Jimin's hole as Jungkook tries to force it inside.
The vampire wraps his arms underneath Jungkook’s triceps to hold him in place as Jungkook tries to knot him. Jimin’s abdomen clenches and he cries out into the wolf’s ear as he releases, hips jerking and back bowing off the mattress as he soils their chests. He hiccups once in an attempt to breathe, his canines grazing the shell of Jungkook’s ear, a desperate whine escaping him when Jungkook shoves his knot inside him, the stretch borderline painful for the vampire.
As soon as they're tied together, Jungkook cums with a snarl, teeth pressed into the side of Jimin’s neck like he's a kill. His knot pulses, spilling his load hot and thick inside the vampire until his whole body shakes above him.
Jimin’s nails scrape along Jungkook’s flank and his legs drop from the alpha’s waist. He’s filled to the brim, but Jungkook’s knot is able to keep everything inside, and Jimin falls to the mattress boneless. Tears prick his eyelashes from the pleasure and the pain, mouth dropped open in heavy pants as they cool down.
With the initial haze of the rut lifted, Jungkook pulls his teeth free of Jimin’s neck. He didn’t bite hard enough to break the skin, but just hard enough that there would probably be a mark for the next several days. “You okay, hyung?” he breathes into the sweaty juncture where the vampire’s neck meets his shoulder.
“M. . . M’fine,” Jimin mumbles softly, turning his face into the soft fluff of Jungkook’s hair. “I wasn’t. . . expecting makeup sex. . .”
“Sorry, it was just. . . I knew I was due for a rut soon but I think being here —where everything smells like you— it just triggered it early.”
The vampire runs his fingers weakly through Jungkook’s brunette locks and pats his side to let him know he can rest his full weight since they’re going to be stuck for awhile. “Hell of a place to go into rut,” Jimin laughs dryly, throat just a little scratchy, “but I needed that. Wow, did I need that.”
Jungkook finally lowers himself down, nuzzling at Jimin’s skin affectionately. “Glad I could be of service.”
They lay there for a long time, with Jimin dozing off briefly and Jungkook studying the features of the vampire’s face before the knot softens, stirring both of them from their haze. It’s with caution that Jungkook pulls out, his release pouring out of Jimin and onto the sheets, but they’re so soiled already that Jimin doesn’t bother reaching for the tissues.
Jungkook’s just going to be horny within the next hour anyways.
For now, Jimin accepts the apology, and there’s a little bit of pride in his system because he caused the rut to happen; more particularly, his scent, which drove Jungkook straight into hormonal overdrive. But Jimin also can’t really move, and he’s glad it’s morning because nobody will come check on him or wonder what he’s up to.
“Oh, ouch,” Jimin mumbles as he rolls over on his stomach on the bed, shoving aside a defiled pillow for a clean one. His ass hurts, but there’s still more rounds to come.
“Am I gonna get you in trouble?” Jungkook breaks the silence, sweat beginning to dry on his skin.
“As long as those doors are shut, I don’t think anyone will know that I’ve fucked you,” Jimin sighs, fingers closing around the pillow he’s resting on. His previously styled hair is now a lavender tousled mess. “There are so many vampires around that they’ll overpower you, but just barely.”
Jungkook tugs one of the sheets up around his hips, then folds his arms under his head with a quiet sigh. “I wish we didn't have to hide.”
“I don’t know. . . we could go out in the woods,” comes Jimin’s quiet voice, and he’s clearly taking a jab at Jungkook’s situation from the afternoon. He’s going to be salty about it for the next day most likely, unless Jungkook fucks it out of him (which is highly likely).
For the first time, Jungkook looks fed up and makes an exasperated sound in the back of his throat. “Are you really not gonna let that go, hyung?”
Jimin casts his eyes over to Jungkook, fingers toying with the sheets. “Gonna take me a day, yeah,” he replies, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.
There's no reply. The young wolf just stares up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes and breathes in deep like he's trying to sleep. It's hard to settle down during the first twenty four hours of a rut, and Jungkook really tries but he's fidgety. Rolling onto his side —away from Jimin— helps a little bit, but not much.
There’s silence for a couple minutes and Jimin waits and keeps still but Jungkook keeps squirming around, too wound up to even close his eyes and sleep.
So the vampire rolls over and fits himself against Jungkook’s back, resting his face between the younger’s shoulders where he scrapes lightly with his teeth to get the wolf’s attention.
“You know you’re not going to sleep, right?”
Jungkook's skin is hot again. “You could let me out into the woods.” It's a petty thing to say and they both know it.
Jimin exhales.
God, they’re so damn petty over an issue that shouldn’t even matter.
“Thought I told you those doors couldn’t open as long as you’re in rut? Sorry, you can’t go anywhere.”
Jungkook knows that but he keeps silent. It's even harder to keep still when he can feel the puffs of Jimin’s breath against his spine.
Jimin slips his arms around the werewolf’s waist, thumbs rubbing over the sharp curves of his hipbones. Their legs don’t even cross and Jimin’s head is only against the alpha’s back. He wants to change the subject, because now he feels bad about being so goddamn petty towards the poor kid. “You’ve grown a lot.” He pats Jungkook’s abdomen next, feeling nothing but solid muscle. “Stop it.”
“Make me,” the werewolf teases, letting his lips twitch up into a smile. “It's not my fault you're the shortest vampire in the coven. Even Yoongi is taller than you.”
Feigning shock, Jimin gasps and his hands try to squeeze Jungkook in retaliation. “You’re rude. Looks like you’ll be spending the rest of your rut alone—”
“Yea? You gonna leave me in here all alone so I can have my way with every pillow on your bed?”
Jimin’s arms retreat from Jungkook and he starts to move away, the silk sheets shifting with him. “I’m sure the pillows can keep you company,” he hums, sitting up like he’s about to leave, “you seemed to be having fun with them earlier. What do you want from me that’s different than those pillows?”
With a grunt, Jungkook sits up and catches the vampire around his upper arm. “Nah-ah,” he chides, pressing Jimin back into the sheets, “pillows don't cut it. No place to shove my knot.” He's grinning, peppering Jimin’s face with kisses.
Jimin doesn’t struggle under Jungkook’s hold and he raises up, forcing their bodies to touch. “Who says I’m letting you shove your knot in me again?”
“You always do.”
Jimin has helped Jungkook through one rut before, so he does have evidence that stacks up against the vampire.
“Jerk,” is what the vampire mumbles before he’s grabbing the back of Jungkook’s neck and tugging him down, smashing their mouths together in a kiss. There’s no real finesse to it, not with the excess teeth and tongue, but it has Jungkook coming back to life in almost no time. Jimin tries to be careful with his fangs and that’s becoming more of a challenge when Jungkook gets rougher.
It's really no surprise when Jungkook slices his tongue open on one of Jimin’s fangs, but that doesn't stop them. In fact, he knows that Jimin loves the taste, the metallic tang of blood drives him wild, so he lets the vampire suck on the puncture, fingers tangled in his hair.
“Mm, Jungkook,” Jimin pants against their lips, “I haven’t drunk from you in forever. Please— I wanna—”
He can’t finish his sentence, voice tapering off into a moan. Jungkook’s blood does render him horny and extremely needy, the younger’s blood just too delicious to simply pass up during sex. His teeth ache to bite and he just wants a little taste, just a little bit before they’re done and spent.
“Why don't you ride me? Bite me when you cum?”
Jimin agrees immediately, runs his tongue over Jungkook’s mouth before pulling back. He uses the arm around Jungkook’s backside to flip them over, Jungkook’s back bouncing once and then twice from the force. Jimin’s just as strong as Jungkook and he keeps the wolf down as he clambers into his lap, fingers twitching to touch and hold.
He grinds back against Jungkook, hands pressed into his abdomen, using that as leverage to roll his hips. Jungkook’s hard against him, and his rut is starting to kick in again, his chocolate eyes bleeding into amber as he reaches out for the vampire.
“C’mon, hyung,” he croaks, stroking the pads of his thumbs over Jimin’s dusky nipples until they pebble under his touch, “ride me.”
Jimin squirms from Jungkook’s touch but he’s already positioning himself, locking his thighs around Jungkook and reaching behind him for his cock, fingers gripping the base and gently guiding him closer. He raises himself up just a tad before slowly lowering himself down, head thrown back to expose the curve of his throat.
A throaty whine is punched out from his chest when Jungkook bucks his hips up and Jimin sinks to the very base, fingers splayed across Jungkook’s stomach for balance.
The alpha growls and Jimin begins to move, lifting himself up about halfway before falling back down, just absolutely loving how Jungkook spears him open, goads him on with a roll of his hips every now and then if he’s stalling.
“Oh fuck, Jungkook—” he mewls, slamming himself down, “Harder, harder, please —”
Jungkook snarls, snapping his teeth and digging his nails into the vampire’s hips, using the leverage to press himself deeper with each roll of Jimin’s hips. “Y-You're gonna let everyone k-know what a slut you are for me, being so loud, hyung.”
“Y-you love it,” Jimin breathes, working himself up and then down on Jungkook’s length, but he switches the position of his hands. Where they were against Jungkook’s stomach, they’re now gripping the alpha’s thighs, the obscene and erotic slapping of his hips against Jungkook louder. “You l-love when I ride you, b-bounce on your fat cock—”
His thighs tense and they’re starting to shake but he keeps going, slamming back down with force, crying out when Jungkook rubs right against the spot that has him trembling and whining. Jimin throws his head back and begs for Jungkook to keep going, to fuck him harder, just like that.
The wolf bends his legs at the knees, propping himself up so that their bodies are angled perfectly. His knot is already beginning to swell again, and every time Jimin slams down a little whine escapes Jungkook. “C-come on, hyung, you can take my knot a-and then you can cum.”
He tries to give Jimin what he's begging for, snapping his hips up so hard the vampire’s entire body shakes. “You're s-so pretty, hyung, look at how good your ass takes my cock.”
Jimin’s taking it like he was made for it, hiccuping and on the verge of sobbing by the time his orgasm hits him. High-pitched whimpers leave his mouth and his hips stutter.
“I-I’m gonna fucking cum,” he warns, his arms also beginning to feel the pressure from staying up for so long. “W-wanna bite you, please —”
Jungkook sits up, grinding his knot inside Jimin’s body again, letting the vampire go slack in his arms. “You'll take my knot,” he growls, “and then you can cum.”
Jimin’s weak and he protests when he’s denied, viciously rocking his hips back on Jungkook in desperation. “I can’t wait—”
“You're so good, you can — almost, hyung—”
Jungkook’s hands force him down and Jimin growls in frustration, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. This isn’t fair. It’s impossible for him to try and hold back, and he lunges forward to wrap his arms around the alpha’s neck and dig his nails into his shoulders, continuing to grind down on Jungkook’s knot in search of release.
The wolf makes a guttural noise when he finally shoves his knot inside Jimin, locking them together. “Fuck— cum on my dick, hyung, f-fucking bite me—”
It’s those words that finally push Jimin over the edge. He buries his moans into Jungkook’s neck as his orgasm hits him like a brick, exploding all over the alpha’s chest. Jimin’s teeth automatically find the perfect spot and he opens his mouth, digging his fangs into the side of Jungkook’s neck without restraint.
They both shiver from the pleasure and Jimin’s fingers yank Jungkook back by his hair for the best angle, blood flowing into his mouth. The pleasure is overwhelming and he can feel Jungkook cum inside him when he’s nearly finished biting, body going limp in the alpha’s arms from the overstimulation.
Jimin doesn’t want to feed like normal, as he’s done to Jungkook before, and he slowly withdraws, lapping over the wound with his tongue affectionately.
Jungkook draws in shaky breath after shaky breath, forehead pressed into the curve of Jimin’s shoulder. He's light headed, like he always is after Jimin drinks from him, but he gently purses his lips and presses a kiss to the vampire’s sweaty skin. “Holy shit, hyung. . .”
The vampire feels weak, his eyes now red unlike their usual blue, and he licks around his lips to catch any remaining drops of blood. His chest heaves and their skin is sweaty and sticky, but Jungkook feels so warm and so right.
“Shit. . . your blood makes me so horny, I swear,” Jimin breathes, attempting at laughing.
All Jungkook can do is smile because he knows . “So now we’re even then.”
“What do you mean “even?”” Jimin mumbles, head falling into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder.
“I jumped you once and you jumped me once.”
“Okay, okay. . . I guess that’s fair enough.”
Slowly, the wolf leans back, letting Jimin lay ontop of him with his head still tucked into Jungkook's neck. “Probably gonna be another day of rut at least,” he finally says, tracing patterns over Jimin’s spine with his fingertips. “Maybe a little more.”
At that, the vampire sighs audibly. “I don’t know how I’ll hold up for that long. . .”
He props himself on his elbows and flicks Jungkook’s cheek. “And that wasn’t very nice of you, not letting me cum first. You selfish alpha.”
“You liked it, don't lie,” Jungkook doesn't move a muscle, eyes closed and face relaxed. “Think I'm ready for a nap. . . you know, before round three.”
Jimin’s flustered but he settles back down on top of Jungkook, resting his head on his solid chest. “I could go with a nap, it’s morning,” he agrees, eyes back to their normal, charismatic blue. “ I’ll see you on the other side. When your dick is hard and it’s time for round three.”
There's a soft press of lips to the crown of his head, Jungkook’s sleepy, rough voice murmuring ‘goodnight’ even though the sun is starting to peek through the edges of the blackout curtains.
Jimin reaches for one of the fur blankets and draws it over their naked bodies, although the heat radiating from Jungkook should be more than enough to keep them warm and comfortable. Jungkook and his heart belong to Jimin and the vampire’s never been more content than in this moment, bodies pressed together and Jungkook's warm breath on his skin. His eyes shut and he begins to drift off, listening to the wolf’s steady heartbeat, a flicker of a smile crossing his face.
