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starryficsfinishwen · 7 months

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✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ — PGR & GI x reader [week 1]

I'm getting way too deep, I'm fucking into it

a.n. - I'm busy with midterms buT YOLO IM WRITING LMAO I just can't miss this event. I mean it's probably still October 7 somewhere hehe. updates on this might be jumpy, I am not sure if I am available all the time. TANKS and enjoy enjoy~

pairings - strike hawk [Chrome, Wanshi, Kamui, Camu]+ liyue [Zhongli, Baizhu] & sumeru [Tighnari] men x fem!reader (separate!)

word count(s) - mostly 400-1,000 words heuheue

kinktober masterlist

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: desk sex, asphyxia (reader is wearing a collar), threesome (mmf), somnophilia, bondage, oral sex (cunnilingus), aphrodisiac, anal. Some sprinkles of degradation. Use of pet names (darling, little girl, good girl, dearest, dear) and degradation (slut). reader is implied virgin (zhongli, baizhu). sometimes bratty (tighnari). some dubcon (baizhu).

special mention: banner credits to @/rookthorneartistry, @/cafekitsune

! — Chrome: Glory [ desk sex ]

“Fuck,” the creak of the office desk is the response, a muffled whine spewing out of your lips, “you feel so good, Commandant.”

Messy but so goddamn good — a few words to describe your situation right now: paperwork, probably important, are under you but you couldn't care less, not when your beloved's cock is busy splitting your poor little pussy. His gloved hand is on your drooling mouth, desperate not to let any lewd noises be heard from the outside. Your legs are trembling, from the pressure and force Chrome had been putting since minutes ago, lazily hung on his shoulders. You can feel yourself gushing now, a frothy white crowning at the base, dripping onto the expensive wood, but when your hips flush against the captain's, you forget everything but Chrome and his name.

“Mmph-” you called out, tears escaping your eyes, “y-you feel so good, Ch-Chrome, more please, please.”

Quiet is a funny word, especially — especially — when the revered Strike Hawk captain Chrome is busy railing you on the desk of Mr. Smith.

How did this happen? You can't remember now. All you can remember is being invited to the Smit's estate, sitting prettily for Chrome as he does his father's paperwork, but now -

Chrome leaned down close to your shoulders, teeth grazing your clavicle. As the relentless pace in your pussy is hard, you felt his gloved hand rub your neglected clit, jolting you from the surge of pleasure, a louder moan from your lips. Chrome bites down on your neck, a strangled sigh escaped his own mouth.

“So naughty,” he whispered, gently licking the bite mark, “I told you to keep quiet. Do you want the maids to know that the Gray Raven Commandant is under me?”

That didn't help, blinding pleasure already fogging your brain. You can't help it, not when his cock is hitting all the right spots, his fingers rubbing slowly on your clit, your orgasm teetering dangerously close now.

“I wonder; what would be Father's reaction, hm? When his beloved son is fucking a human commandant on his own work table? While everyone is outside of this room?”

“C-Chrome-!” You cried out, and he groaned. “M-Mr. Smith will-”

“-Fuck, you're squeezing me so good.” Eyes closed, he leaned up until your foreheads touched. Stealing a quick kiss on your lips, a small smile graces Chrome's lips. “That's my commandant; I'll let you cum soon. Just...let me fuck you like this more.”

! — Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta [ asphyxiation + threesome ]

The collar was tight, but it felt good on your neck. No, it felt great — the pressure on your neck as dark gloves tugged on the chain, and Camu's hips harshly thrusted on your pussy.

“Hah, what a slut you are.” Camu groaned, feeling your pussy flutter around his big dick, “should've known that you like being treated like a dog, a fucking dog in heat, too.”

What an innocent tease you were, somehow turned into a dog. You moan at Camu's words, desperately grinding on his hips. Your legs shake, and your hands try to balance yourself on top of him, fingers holding onto his shoulders.

“C-Camu,” you slurred, “y-your d-dick feels so good.”

“I hope you haven't forgotten your safe word, darling,” feeling foreign hands cup your breasts, you whined at the cold pressure there.

“Fuck off, Kamui,” Camu growled, tugging on your chain (making you moan again), “I'm busy with her right now.”

“You should share her with me, Camu,” Sheepishly grinning, his fingers languidly playing with your perky nipples, his voice drops, “besides, it's not like she has one hole.”

“Isn't that right, commandant?” Kamui whispered, tongue licking below your ear, causing you to shiver.

You want to say a word, but you already felt something hard nudging at the entrance of your ass. Unconsciously complying with the man behind you, you leaned forward and closer to Camu's chest. When you felt Kamui's dick penetrate your asshole, a handful of wanton babbles left your lips, saliva dripping and onto Camu.

“Atta girl,” Kamui coons, before slapping your ass, “such a good girl.”

You felt so fucking full now — Kamui and Camu's cocks somehow filling you up to the brim, even more than you've ever felt your whole mortal life. You babbled their names now, hips grinding to wherever to chase your high.

“Kamui, Camu...please...fuck me more...”

“She's mine.” Camu scowled, “she's my fucktoy. Look how cockdrunk she is now.”

Kamui smiled, despite feeling the tightness of your ass, graciously taking the chain from Camu. Harshly, he tugged on your chain, your body weakly thrown onto his chest.

“Let's see whose name she'll be screaming after this.”

! — Wanshi: Hypnos [ somnophilia ]

There's something about sneaking into the commandant's room at night that interests him.

By him, it's Wanshi. Although you've both established that he's allowed to enter your room whenever he wants, especially now that you're sick (“I'm sick,” you told him once during your patrols, a sweet pout on your lips as you sniffled, “you should come and visit my room.”), it almost felt like a sin at this point.

He's by the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. His pride may hate to admit it, but the way you're situated on the bed— sprawled out, breasts nearly spilling out of your tank top, legs wrapped tightly around a pillow — he can't help but think about something sinful.

What would your face look like under him? When are his hands playing with your breasts? Would your legs wrap around him like that when he's railing you?

The next thing he knew, he's sitting dangerously close to you. His pants feel awfully tight even. In the dark, he sees the outline of your chest better, the dip of your hips, and the sinful thoughts of somehow corrupting you are brighter than ever.

Slowly, Wanshi touched your breasts. Seeing as your nipples started to poke out, he gently massaged everywhere but there. You'd sometimes stir in your sleep, soft sounds from your lips, but Wanshi lives off the thrill;

Who knew you'd look so pretty with your guard down while he's touching you like this? Vulnerable. Sensitive. Pliant. Beautiful.

It doesn't take long before he ventures down to your nether regions. Constructs have heightened sense; Wanshi is no exception, and he could practically smell your arousal.

Dragging your shorts down, he unconsciously grinds his hard dick on the bed, as he sees some of your essence stick to your underwear. Prying your legs open, he felt like Pavlov's dog — your pussy dripping making him drool. Christmas might've come early now; without hesitation, he dips down to lick a long stripe over your slit. You stirred once more, a soft moan escaping your lips. He's relentless— kitten licks to your wet pussy, sucking on your bud. It could be driving you mad, but it's definitely making him hornier. Forget Christmas, he's the one coming soon.

Quickly unzipping his pants, he thrusted his hard cock swiftly into your aching hole. Both of you heaved a low moan, with Wanshi believing you must have woken up. But other than the tremble of your pussy, you were still sound asleep. Wanshi could feel his dick throb — this was too perfect.

He ruts his hips onto your sleeping figure, grabbing whatever skin he could reach. He could drown in this moment and regret nothing; as long as he felt your tight walls clamp on him like a vice, your face still contorting in pleasure even as you sleep through him fucking you.

Fucking into you greedily, somewhere in between, he heard you call out his name with a confused and doe-eyed look on your face. “Wanshi?”

It's too late to back down. Looking into your eyes as he grunted, a few seconds away from painting your walls white, “Good morning, Commandant. I'm just about to give you your medicine.”

! — Zhongli: Vago Mundo [ bondage + sensory deprivation ]

“Little girl,” your master coos, “You've been nothing but kind to me.”

With a butterfly kiss on your shoulder, Zhongli ties the last rope on your wrists above your head. You look at him, your master, blindingly trusting him as he steps back.

You are naked in front of him; tied wrist above your head, legs tied to the bedpost. Although shy, your willingness to please your master overtakes such behavior. Zhongli's smile never left his face. His fingers touched your chin, tipping it to meet his face.

“Mhm,” you curtly nodded, “my master takes care of me well. He's the one who is kind to me.”

“Say nothing more,” golden eyes glowed as a stray hand caressed your stomach, “After tonight, you will be mine forevermore.”

His voice only makes your tummy flutter a thousand butterflies. From his suit, he pulls out a red handkerchief, “what is your safe word again, little girl?”

“Red,” you inhaled sharply, as he started to cover your eyes with the handkerchief, “Master, will it...hurt?”

“Worry not, little one.” He kisses the shell of your ear once he's done tying the knot at the back of your head, “I will be sure to be gentle with you. If it gets overwhelming, use the safe word. Understood?”

Although blind, your trust in the man is incomparable. “Understood, master.”

“Good girl,” your mind tries to comprehend as lithe fingers start to trace from your shoulders to the dip of your chest, “let me see how much of a good girl you are for me.”

Tingles of fire in the wake of his touch. Your mind doesn't cooperate now, even as you feel his hand put a light pressure on your thighs.

“Pretty,” your master comments, inhaling your scent, “what a pliant little girl you are.”

You feel it, a long, slender finger brushing that part of you that you've never touched before. You gasped from his touch, yet unable to close your legs from the ropes he tied on you. “I-I'm sorry for being loud, master...”

“I would much rather have you be loud than be silent, dearest,” Zhongli's voice is a sultry comfort, loudly close enough that you felt the vibrations close to your throbbing pussy, “mm, archons, you are already drenched.”

“I-Is it bad, master?”

“No.” He said nothing more, only his fingers dipping experimentally and drawing slow, slow circles down there, “This is perfect.”

A surprised whine poured out of your lips, as you felt his finger slip inside your wet hole, fast and already filling the gap in between you. “M-Master Zhongli-!”

“Yes, dear, fuck,” it's the first time you've heard your master swear, that it made you throb down there, “mm, did that turn you on?”

“I-I-”

“Does your master being vulgar to his little girl turn you on?” You cried out as he started to thrust his slender fingers, “seems like you do.”

The flat of his palm rests and rubs on your clit, your tummy feeling so warm and shaking. “M-Master, i-it feels so...good...but why do I feel like s-something is coming out...!”

“That's alright, little girl,” his fingers assaulting your little pussy starts to be more ruthless, a finger slipping inside, “it means you're doing a good- fuck - job for me.”

A waterfall of moans escapes your lips, tears prickling your blindfolded eyes. “M-Master Zhongli...!”

When his fingers curved inside of you, they hit a particular soft spot that somehow made you see stars in the midst of your blindness. With a loud cry of his name, you crumbled in his fingers, something liquid squirting out of you. Zhongli fucks you through your first orgasm of the night, your squirt coating his drenched fingers, coaxing whatever you had left.

Heavy sighs and breathing filled the room. Your shaking figure, in the dimly lit room, and Zhongli thinks you're the prettiest he's ever seen in his entire lifetime.

“M-Master,”

“Good girl,” he coos, bringing his coated fingers to his mouth to taste your sweet essence, “I think you can take one more, hm?”

! — Baizhu: Beyond Mortality [ oral sex: cunnilingus ]

“Please open your legs,” said the timid doctor of Bubu Pharmacy, “I need to check what the problem is.”

Under the careful gaze of Baizhu, you shyly parted your legs. You were sitting on the patient bed of the back room of the pharmacy. You forgot to wear your underwear, seemingly noticeable as you were in a rush to your appointment with the doctor. Expecting a female doctor to attend to your needs, you were in for a surprise as the famed doctor himself was the one facing you instead.

His snake-like amber eyes carefully eyed your exposed cunt. It made you want to cover them, but his strong grip made you open your legs wider.

“Is...” you gulped, looking away as you felt his intense stare down there, “...is there a problem?”

“Hm,” it seems hard to decipher the emotions on his face. “It's quite complicated.”

Trying to take the awkwardness away, you coughed. Looking around, you somehow noticed the empty space on his shoulders, unaccustomed to the snake that always accompanied the doctor.

“Doctor Baizhu,” you spoke, voice cracking, “where is the little snake on your neck?”

“Ah, Changshang is not around yet.” He flashed a sweet smile to you, slightly calming your anxiety, “I let her sleep in for now. Worry not, fortunately your symptoms are fairly easy to fix.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief, somehow the mental counting of your expected expenses lessening, “can I ask what's it about?”

“However, I'd still like to be sure so I can give a proper diagnosis. May I...touch you?”

You nodded easily. Fairly easily, it's almost as if you were expecting so. Noticing your behavior, you shook your head and nodded slowly again. “I- um, of course, Doctor Baizhu.”

He dipped two of his fingers into a container close to him, a sticky, slime-like fluid coating his fingers. You stared at his ministration, almost as if in a trance: the way he lifted his hands, the two fingers mimicking a scissors. Slowly, they descended down to your core, and your heart skipped a beat as they lightly pressed onto your outside labia. Quickly taking your hand to suppress a sound, a muffled squeak instead made Baizhu laugh.

“My, that's cute. You don't need to hide your noises from me, dear,” he spoke softly, if he was aware that the two fingers rubbing your outside labia started, “Now, tell me: what happened and when did this happen?”

He seemed to know what he was doing. Trying to take off the distraction from down there, you try to recount what happened to you.

“Um...I was just walking around the harbor, I- uh, I saw a bunch of flowers...and ah, hah...I saw...”

The more you spoke, the more Baizhu's fingers were rubbing circles on your cunt. You try to close your legs, but Baizhu's grip was too strong.

“Dear, you were in the middle of talking,” his amber eyes were somehow entrancing you, that you never noticed you were lowering your hands to hold onto the hem of your skirt. “Please do not mind me; continue.”

“U-um...I saw,” looking away, you murmured, “you, Doctor Baizhu...”

“Mmm, and then?”

“I-I don't k-know...I started to feel all these, hah, things...l-like d-down there, I feel like I'm peeing...ah-”

You were cut off as you felt Baizhu's fingers graze your clit, a jolt of something good running through your body. A confused moan came out of your lips, embarrassment in the form of red cheeks evident as you noticed Baizhu smiling at you.

“I-I'm so sorry, Doctor! I didn't-”

“Please, darling,” he assured you with his free hand, the one on your cunt tapping happily on your nub, “don't apologize. Do not hide your voice from me, and don't feel embarrassed as well. This is just one of the ways that can help with the alleviation of your illness.”

His hand withdrew from you (a sense of disappointment scoured down there), “I think I know what this is. I have the medicine that you need. Would you like for me to administer it now?”

“Y-Yes!” You nodded, “please fix me...”

“I will. Now, will you please go on all fours?”

You followed his orders; awkward as it was, but Baizhu grabs your hips, pulling it closer to him, his hand pushing you gently onto the pillows.

“That's it, good girl.” You don't like, that praise somehow made your pussy throb, “I have an apparatus that can clean up your pussy. This may be overwhelming at first, but rest assured, you will feel better.”

You couldn't see what was happening, but you felt something long and sleek slip in between your puffy folds, causing you to moan out loud and grip the sheets. Not long after, something wet graces your sensitive nub, sucking it mercilessly.

Your jaw falls open, blinding pleasure wrecking your body into uncontrollable shaking. You could have lost yourself in it if it weren't for the grip Baizhu hand on your hips, probably enough to bruise you. But you didn't care; all you could feel was the delicious friction of something added more onto your gaping hole and your throbbing clit. Alas, it curved deep into you, a sensation that was foreign in your own innocent body.

“B-Baizhu!” you cried out, feeling something unravel on your stomach, “w-what-”

However, his answers fall deaf to your ears. You came all over the “apparatus”. Tears fall endlessly on your face, as you feel the apparatus diligently suck on your quivering hole, seemingly eager to clean it up. It felt like a long time before the shaking in your bones subsided, somehow overwhelmed with what happened earlier.

Gently guiding your hips to the bed, you heave long inhales, the world spinning from your vision.

“...ear? Dear? Are you alright?” Baizhu's voice brings you back to reality. Your eyes flutter open, still recounting the surge from earlier.

“D...doctor Baizhu?”

“Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright?”

“Y-yes...” A dull pain paired with something leaking out from your pussy and into the sheets momentarily caused you to panic, but the assurance on Baizhu's face says otherwise. “I- is my treatment done...?”

“Yes, do not worry. You will start feeling better in no time. If you feel like that again, please do not hesitate to approach me so we can fix you up again.”

“A-alright, thank you so much, Doctor Baizhu...” You stood on wobbly legs, only to realize something on your stomach, “Although, what is this...?”

“Oh, that.” Baizhu wipes away the wetness on his chin, before looking at you with glinting amber eyes, “It's a medicine. It helps me know that you need help. If it glows, it's best you come here so I can fix you up.”

! — Tighnari: Verdant Strider [ aphrodisiacs ]

You never should have gone out on patrol.

Despite being a careful Forest Ranger, with years of experience carrying that title, you still get to be a victim of unfortunate circumstances. Sometimes, you trip over the spinocrocodiles on the lakes, or trip over large vines, or sometimes encounter a handful of Witherings all by yourself. It's all because of you and your poor excuse of mortal vision. Sometimes, you wished you were like Tighnari and his keen sense of smell and sight. But alas, you were human and not some hybrid.

But anyways, back to the problem at hand — or hands, because your body feels hot and aching all over, with the intense need to strip off and touch your now-wet pussy. Groaning and moaning as you crawled to the nearest hut, you desperately wished for some miracle to actually help you in this (unfortunate) situation.

But perhaps some archon took pity on you — the door of the hut opened even before you could knock. Plagued with an intense need, you try not to strip yourself now. The blinding yellow light caused your sight to disappear, before the outline of a familiar, pretty face and headwear shaped like a fox — wait.

“T-Tighna-”

“Y/N?” He called out, his usual hands devoid of gloves covering his nose, “I smelled you. What happened?”

You paid no mind to his use of words. Right now, his voice and himself were driving you to the point of madness. “Help,” you cried out, “I'm sorry.”

Quickly, he ushers you inside of his abode, locking it for good measure. You stumbled onto the floor, clumsily stripping out of your uniform and leaving you bare in your undershirt. You heard Tighnari call out your name, but you were too busy rolling on the rug.

“S-stop that,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“Ugh, hah, Tighnari...I feel hot all over...”

“Did you stumble on some poisonous plant?”

“No...” you slurred, a little bit of your rationality holding on to stop you from stripping off your pants, “I smelled some flowers...while on patrol...I didn't see...that they were aphrodisiacs...”

Attempting to open your eyes, you find worried verdant greens staring back at you. You've always liked Tighnari, but right now, the horny in your brain makes you want to strip him clean and make him cum-

“Help,” you cried out once more, “touch me, Tighnari, please.”

“I-”

The last of your rationality snaps. Pulling down your pants, along with your panties, you stare at the man as you start to rub your oversensitive cunt. You never broke your glance at him, even as you easily cum from your own touch.

“Tighnari, Tighnari,” you moaned his name, “need you now, want you to stuff me full of your dick, want to have you cum lots on me, please.”

Tighnari doesn't look away. Instead, he is entranced with the way your fingers dipped in and out of your drenched pussy. You see his tail puff out and somehow you remember - it's a telltale sign that he's eager.

“Mmfuck,” Tighnari cursed, trying to look away. But you were far too horny to react; raising your legs and opening them for him, you greedily chased your high as you abused your pussy.

“T-Tighnari,” you cried out his name as you orgasmed for the second time, “need you inside...”

“Don't regret this.” His vibrant green eyes turned dark in the light, lust clouding his vision as he stripped off his pants. It's so fucking hot, you admit, when he's like you, the last rationality stripping away.

Well, fucking your boss doesn't seem that bad, right?

Tighnari slipped in his hardened cock inside of you easily. You moaned out his name, feeling full as you felt his dick poke the deepest part of you. Roughly grabbing your hips, he easily manhandled you to the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

“You just inhaled some aphrodisiacs and now you're acting like a slut.” He growled, speaking through gritted teeth. His thrusts on your pussy are driving you mad, that you unconsciously came over once more. “You probably inhaled that just so you can find an excuse to fuck me, isn't it?”

Euphoria and pleasure intertwine in your foggy mind, nails scratching his back. You whined as his dick hits that one specific spot, another orgasm clawing down there.

“What if I d-did, ah,” you bit back, but Tighnari saw through your play, mercilessly drilling onto that spot, “Ti-Tighnari-”

“No wonder you've been looking all doe-like to me. Should have known that you weren't so innocent, that you are just a slut wanting to be fucked by her own boss.”

You came from his words once more, pussy violently spasming over his cock. Tighnari seemed to follow after, feeling the rush of his seed coating your inside. Suddenly, you feel something else poking inside of you, before effortlessly slipping into you, aided by the mixture of your arousal.

“H-huh-”

“There's still aphrodisiacs in your system, no?” Tighnari ruts into you, a whine escaping your lips, “You triggered my rut, thanks to your influence. Now you'll have to suffer with me until it's over.”

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jimilter · 3 years

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to know you is to love you (m) | j.jk. | one-shot

🎧 cheri cheri lady by modern talking higher by clean bandit ft. iann dior

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: m (18+)

summary: If going on a bloodthirst-fueled rampage and ravaging almost half the city when you are a whole adult vampire of three-plus centuries was somewhat embarrassing, being on the run from the Supernatural Interpol is making you want to walk into a field of garlic and asphyxiate to death out of mortification. So it should be quite understood why this sudden meeting with a creature you’ve only heard myths about, in a dingy freaking hiding place, is shaping up to be the most humiliating moment of your life.

It doesn’t help that he’s handsome as hell. Or that every other sentence out of his mouth is a freaking line. Or that he has decided to accompany you on your absconding adventures. Or… that you’re actually kinda okay with it?

Yeah, you’re massively screwed.

warnings: swearing + mentions of blood, gore, violence + consumption of blood + near death experiences + explicit sexual situations (oral (f), unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, humping, hair-pulling, slight blood play, softdom!jk, switch!reader, slight choking, multiple orgasms) + sex under the influence of aphrodisiac + parental issues + open-ish happy ending? i think? + centuries old-ass ppl looking in their 20s bec this is fantasy!

word count: 21.3 k

note: first and foremost, lemme express the biggest and the FATTEST gratitude to @missgeniality who beta-read this mess and turned it into a proper fic. she basically co-wrote this with me, y’all, i would’ve ended up with lumps of aggravated characters doing uncharacteristic shit and basically making zero sense if it wasn’t for her! thank you so much, soya baby. you brought a lost wandering soul to the shore, i would’ve drowned without your help. i love you so much. 🥺❤

writing this has been somewhat of a hard journey for some reason but i finished this up before time so there’s also that satisfaction. also added in a second unplanned smut. kinda wish i’d done better with the ending, but siya waved a green flag so i stopped overthinking it!

lastly, thank you for hosting and expertly coordinating this amazing fest, sol! i loved participating in this it so much! this is my first ever time blending fantasy genre into fanfics (i have an og novel in the making ft. a genie heuheu) and i think i’m gonna dabble in it more often because i loved creating changeling!jk! hope y’all enjoy reading~ 🥺💜

↣ written for the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab, hosted by @jamaisjoons

↦ CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

— masterlist

— feedback is always appreciated!

You scrunch your nose, lifting your leg up to dodge another rat that scurries across the grimy floor.

"Fucking gremlin," you grumble, mad at yourself for not having the palate for rodent blood because you could really have a feast here with all the creatures running around.

But because you don't, it's all just gross.

This abandoned construction site might not be the most ideal place to rest, but it's been eight days since you last slept and your energy levels have hit an all time low due to the lack of proper nutrition in you.

You're running acutely short on blood supplies after everything. Well, what else did you expect after that stunt you pulled in that small town of Italy? Why did you have to lose control like that? Sure, you were devastated by the news of the Supernatural Interpol unjustly putting one of your closest and oldest friends behind the bars, but did you really have to pop off like that? Without thinking of the goddamned consequences? You really sucked blood—and as a result, the life—out of more than five hundred people in a fury.

Talk about being an embarrassment to the entirety of the Vampire species. It’s a wonder the Vampire President in the Supernatural Council hasn’t kicked you off the species, altogether.

Wait.

He hasn’t, right?

You truly have no way of knowing, being on the run as you have been ever since the “incident.”

You sway as a wave of lightheadedness hits you. Crap, this is getting worse.

You desperately need nutrition and have absolutely no way of accessing it when Interpol has put a large, glaring mark on your back with the numerous warnings it has sent out. If you're lucky enough to find a town where your posters haven't been circulated yet, you end up being recognised at the blood banks.

You’re currently hiding in Homestead, Florida, absolutely clueless about how you’ve actually ended up here. You’ve been hitchhiking your way across the globe for two weeks now. Maybe the truck of mangoes you hopped into in Orlando landed you here? Or was it that ferry from Havana? You have no idea.

What you do know is that you need some good quality blood to feed on soon, or you’d spontaneously fall dead in the middle of the street, probably eaten away by the very rats you despise, and this entire hide and seek would be rendered pointless.

Your musings are suddenly interrupted by the crunch of footfalls coming from somewhere extremely close by.

“Fucking seriously?”

You sigh in irritation, getting up from your hiding spot to peer past the thick slabs of concrete blocking your path. Who could be coming into a place as horrible as this on such a pleasant evening in a coastal town? You’d have been sipping coconut juice and fucking sunbathing on the beaches if Interpol wasn’t on your tail.

Interpol.

Shit.

Have you been caught already?

Your feeding glands haven’t gone berserk over the smell of the individual, so it may not be, because Interpol consists strictly of human agents. That is not to say that there are no spies in the organisation that are creatures. Which is kinda worse – you’re in no state to dodge a manipulative spy biding his time until actual officials come in to arrest you.

Your life sucks.

Slinking along the wall as soundlessly as you can, you peer past the wall—

Only to jump back when your nose almost collides with a chest.

“What the—ah!”

The guy screams in your face, jumping a foot back and causing a human-like adrenaline rush in your body by the suddenness of your actions.

“What the fuck, dude?” you scream back, falling back against the wall.

The guy finally calms down, a hand placed on his chest that is very obviously moving up and down, and—

Woah, a chest that is also very buff, wow.

The guy wears a full-sleeved, black and white striped, flowy shirt over a dark pair of jeans, both of which he seems to fill every single inch of. His neck is wide, too, and tapers into an admittedly really attractive face with sharp features and sparkling skin. His hair is dark and hangs over his forehead. You aren’t all that surprised by his good looks, because most of the supernatural creatures in the world are born with natural beauty.

What takes you aback are his eyes. You’ve never been one for metaphors but his eyes really shine like a pair of stars. There’s simply no other way to put it, even when you know that the stars in the sky are merely balls of gases—and they shine because they are dying.

This guy’s eyes, though. So fucking innocent and sparkling, it makes you wonder if he’s seeing the world for the first ever time. If he’s not the adult he looks to be but actually a hatchling that’s ventured out of his home for the first ever time.

He might be a tall guy, towering over your own above average height pretty easily, but you know of creatures that have six-feet tall babies. This one is too good-looking to be a Troll, though. Maybe some really giant species of Werewolf?

Said eyes narrow at you suddenly, snapping you out of your theories.

You turn your nose up, narrowing your eyes back. “Who the fuck are you? Why the heck are you here? Did you follow me?”

His lips part and close a couple of times before he finally formulates a question. “Why are you… what are you doing in such a creepy ass place by yourself, anyway?”

You lick your lips, alarmed at his question. Not a who are you but a why are you here, huh? Not a very natural direction to take a first time conversation into.

Does he know you? It isn’t that improbable. But it really just depends a lot on who he is.

“I have my reasons,” you haughtily respond, eyeing him up and down as if to measure him up. "Why are you here? Who are you?"

"I… could actually be whoever you want me to be."

God. Just when you were beginning to think of him as somewhat cute looking, he chooses to act like a sleaze-ball.

"Does that stupid fucking line actually ever work?"

His eyes widen to their previous doe-like state. "Wha—no. Not that it doesn't—I mean I haven't actually tried it, yet…huh. But! That wasn't a line – I meant it literally. I could be whoever. I'm a Changeling."

You blink. "You're a what now?"

He sighs as if your question is exasperating him. As if your question isn't perfectly fucking valid, because Changelings? God, they’re so rare they almost do not exist.

"I am part of the mythical Fae. We—"

"Are despicable little thieves that steal humans to take their place in their lives. Yeah, I know of you. I mean, I knew the folklore. I didn't know your kind actually existed.”

“Well… I wouldn't call us thieves. But even so, that is not part of my repertoire. I do not do the stealing part. I just go and live the life of the human that I am designated to. Our Queen does the decision making.”

He scrunches his nose up, looking a lot more like a young bunny than an adult Fae, and you have to blink to stop yourself from cooing at him. He is not adorable. The guy could actually be a spy from Interpol, disguising himself as a species you’re not wholly certain actually exists in the real world.

Everything about his presence here—his very existence, in fact—is so fucking fishy, it’d be highly inconvenient for you to find him adorable. Because adorable implies adoration. Which is literally a death sentence for someone like you, being in the runaway situation you are.

You give him a blank look, building protective walls high up around yourself as you try to indulge him.

“Is that right? Well, which crime committing human were you made to live as to be running into a place as dingy as this?"

He bites into his strikingly red lower lip, looking as sheepish as a toddler caught stealing candies.

There’s that adoration again!

You really need some fresh air. And a fresh fucking supply of blood.

"Uhm, well…" He keeps hesitating, opening his mouth and closing it, before he just resigns and shrugs his shoulders. “This isn’t because of a human.”

You squint at him, gasping a little when you make the connection. "No. Don't tell me you're—wow. So I'm not just meeting a real Changeling for the first time in all my three centuries of existence, but a Changeling on the run?"

He hisses, terrified eyes roving around as if to look for any lurkers. You almost laugh at his wariness.

"I am, but can you not announce it to the whole town?” He looks at you, appalled.

You roll your eyes, kicking yourself off the rough wall you were leaning against.

To look cool.

Not because you were close to fainting because of how weak your body felt.

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”

You sharply turn your head to glare at him. “I’m fine!” you snap with gritted teeth, placing one wobbly leg after another as you make your way across the open space to lean against a pillar.

Your eyes land on him again. He’s looking at you with a frown, looking, and you cannot believe it, concerned.

Holy fuck, how naive is this guy? Aren’t the Fae supposed to be fundamentally wicked? This dude obviously didn’t get the goddamned memo, because he looks about ready to cut a vein and feed you if need be.

The thought gives you a pause.

Does he know who you are?

You clear your throat.

“So, you committed a crime as a Changeling, huh? What does that even entail?”

He looks extremely uncomfortable by your question, feet shuffling and gaze straying from you, and you would pay closer attention if your vision wasn’t fucking swimming round and round like a goldfish in a fish tank.

“Shit! Are you okay?”

You blink at the feeling of a muscled chest against your back. Did you—

Did you almost fucking fall?

And the Changeling guy caught you? Like a lead of a fucking K-drama or some shit?

Holy fucking mortification!

You try to shrug him off, but the fast movement drags your energy down further and you pathetically sway in his arms, causing his grip to tighten on your shoulders. He peeks over the side to meet your barely open eyes.

“You look really close to passing out. Have you eaten?”

You exhale. So he doesn’t know what creature you are, because Vampires don’t eat, they fee—

“I mean, have you fed? That’s what you people call it, right?””

You freeze.

“How… did you know?”

“I’ve heard it from my very limited supply of Vampire pals, I gu—”

“No! How did you… know who I am?”

You woodenly pull yourself out of his grasp and fall into a lumpy heap onto the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. If this guy’s a spy from the Interpol, you’re done for. There’s nothing you can do to hide, run away or save yourself, now.

You start preparing the curse filled greeting you’re gonna give to your friend whose arrest instigated your angry rampage.

“Well… The freezingly cold waves coming off your body are a dead giveaway,” he says with a chuckle, stoppin when you flash him a look. “And, uh, your face is kinda plastered over every newspaper and TV news channel in the world.”

You gulp. His answer sounds…very pretty normal. If he really was a spy, wouldn’t he be laughing in your face and calling in his partners?

You’re about to open your mouth to ask him just that, when a crunch behind you two has you jolting and him freezing.

Your wary eyes meet his wide ones.

“Did you hear that?” he whispers and you give a nod.

If this guy has actually secretly called in his partners and is just putting on a show to confuse you, right now, he’s doing an amazing freaking job of it because his round, bambi-like eyes have you fully convinced he’s as much scared of being caught as you are.

You lick your chapped lips.

“Interpol?” you ask him, gritting your teeth.

His eyes widen further. “You think so?”

You give a hopeless shrug, resigning yourself to your fate, but he jumps into action.

“Shit, shit, shit! We have to get out of here!”

Within the next second, he’s tucking one arm each behind your shoulders and beneath your knees and lifting you off the ground like you weigh nothing.

“What the—what are you doing, you—”

You cut your protests off when faint whispers reach you. You look at his face inches away from you, blinking very slowly.

It registers then.

He said we.

He fucking self-invited himself to your globetrotting. What the fuck?

“Jungkook,” he suddenly says, stealthily walking down the place with you tucked against his chest. “My name.”

You belatedly recall how, in the folklores, Faes—least of all Changelings, whose entire life revolves around living as different people—are known for not sharing their actual names. Jungkook is probably an alias.

“Right.” You barely hold back a disbelieving snort, turning away from his really firm looking pectorals that your face was nearly resting on. “Jungkook. Hmm.”

He laughs, breaking into a slow jog as the two of you near the clearing that opens up onto the beach, and you wonder how strong this guy really is—he doesn’t have one fucking drop of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing is so even he can laugh with ease. You weren’t aware that the Fae came with muscular strengths of this extent.

But then again, you had never seen a Changeling before.

"And yes," he says, reading your thoughts like a children's book, "it is my real name," making you scrunch your eyebrows because wow this guy’s sharp.

“And you would be freely giving your name away to a Vampire on the run, because…?” You scoff.

He looks down at you with a soft smile, eyes sparkling. “Because I have no reason to lie to you.”

You have to stifle the gasp that his beauty pulls out of you, leaving you struggling to breathe even when he has looked away and is now walking up to a large boulder.

“Let’s rest for a bit and plan a strategy.”

You clear your throat when you’re lowered to the ground, your skin tingling in places he’s touched you and not exactly because of discomfort. At least, not the regular kind of discomfort. You belatedly nod at his suggestion.

Wait.

You pause when it finally registers in your stupidly hormone-laden brain, immediately rounding up on him. “Plan a strategy? The fuck?”

Jungkook frowns at you. “Well, yeah? We cannot exactly run blindly—”

“Wait a second, back the fuck up – what’s with all the we? It’s you and I. Separately. You plan your strategy, and I will—”

Your head swims and you drop into the sand.

Jungkook sighs loudly, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I will plan my strategy and you will spontaneously drop dead, every five miles. Sounds good to me.”

You groan, shutting your eyes against the exhaustion seeping into your bones. “I… I will…”

“Oh my God, shut up!”

You feel Jungkook sit on the ground next to you, brushing your hair off your forehead. Your eyes flutter open to find him frowning at you. With concern. Fucking again.

“We’re going to a motel run by a friend. You should probably nap before you die from lack of energy, though.”

You simply shut your eyes, no strength left in you to put up a fight.

You know you’re going to be completely vulnerable like this – for someone to abduct, arrest or even kill you. But you cannot really do anything about it because your eyes are refusing to stay open. And if you cannot feed, only sleep will help your body save some energy to help you function further.

You still don’t fully trust this Changeling and are half convinced you’re gonna wake up inside a holding cell once you sleep. But you’re literally rendered absolutely helpless with not a single option to choose from when your body is shutting down the way it is.

You think of your friend at the Interpol’s jail, cursing him for being the cause of your current predicament.

And then you nod off.

You are awoken by the world shaking around you.

Your eyes open in a jolt, and you sit up, alarmed. Your breathing is a bit laboured, memories of the past few hours suddenly flooding your brain at breakneck speed and muddling the entirety of your head. And a tart, almost pungent smell has filled up the entirety of your lungs.

Wait, pungent smell?

Oh, no. You were right. You have been locked up.

With a sigh, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter and then open them wider to actually try to make out your dark surroundings.

And then you stop short.

This isn’t a fucking lock-up, it’s a vehicle. A pickup van, to be precise. And you’re sitting among carts of pineapples.

So that was the smell!

Past the carts, Jungkook sits with his head leaning back against the wall of the van, eyes shut.

He really isn’t a spy, then, huh? Or maybe he is, and this is just him trying to gain your trust fully before he hands you over to the Interpol.

You narrow your eyes at him. But then your gaze is immediately drawn to the long, sinewy expanse of his exposed neck – and not for the reasons that would be expected of a starved vampire such as yourself.

You jerk your head to the side, frowning at yourself. The lack of energy is doing weird things to your head, apparently.

“Jungkook?” you call out, needing answers and explanations.

Jungkook doesn’t stir.

You prod at one of the carts with your foot, hoping it’d jostle him, but to no avail.

You eventually have to lift yourself off your comfortable position and crawl over to hold Jungkook’s knee and shake him awake.

He nearly jumps when he comes to, immediately freezing when his eyes meet yours.

Like an actually fucking deer caught in red fucking lights. Those bambi eyes, ugh.

"Where—" You break off when your voice breaks. Clearing your throat, you try again. "Where are we?"

Jungkook blinks. "The motel? I told you a friend of mine owns a motel, right? We're going there."

Right.

So you're absconding buddies now, huh?

You sigh, rubbing your hands together. The nap has helped you recharge some energy. Nowhere as close to actually feeding, but you won't spontaneously faint, now.

“What—what friend is it?”

You hope it isn’t a human. Spy or not, Jungkook has shown you kindness and helped you not die. It’d be mean of you to kill a friend of his, but you really won’t be able to hold yourself back from sucking the entirety of his blood out if you encounter a human in your current state.

"We're nearly there, you can see for yourself." Jungkook smirks, going back to being a little shit.

You exhale. You really can't deal with the whiplash with this guy.

"Jungkook, this is serious. If it's a human—"

"We're there!" he exclaims, cutting you off, and gets up to rap his hand against the van's cabin wall.

The vehicle comes to a stop.

"Come on."

Jungkook extends a hand towards you, eyebrows raised in expectation.

You blink.

You're literally a runaway criminal.

What even is this guy?

You stand up on your own, ignoring his hand. “I can walk by myself,” you grumble, almost shouldering past him on your way out of the van.

You hear him sigh before he joins you on the sidewalk. The pickup van leaves in a whirr of dust, and you briefly wonder if the driver might have recognised you.

Well. No use pondering that now, though, because if he did recognise you, you’d definitely get to know in some way or the other.

“There,” Jungkook says with a nod in the direction of the only building in your vicinity that does not look ready to fall into shambles.

Around you is a neighbourhood that looks… abandoned, for the lack of a better word. The houses that line the sidewalk are mostly half debris, and the ones that do stand upright have paint, plaster and bricks chipping off the wall.

Your mouth falls open.

“Where the fuck are we?” you ask in wonder, falling into step with Jungkook. “If you’ve brought me here to murder me and bury the body in a desolate place like this, I’d like to remind you that I am a vampire that single-handedly killed more than—”

“What the—shh!”

Jungkook whirls around before you can blink, both his palms coming up towards you – one grips the back of your head and the other presses up against your mouth. His wide eyes look at you in horror before looking around the two of you in a hurry. And you—

Well, you’re frozen. Your mouth is still open, and the sensation of his rough, warm palm against your soft, cold lips is...

Well, it’s something. Something really foreign and something not horrible.

Which is concerning.

Very concerning.

You jump away from him, scrunching your nose and rubbing the back of your forearm against your lips.

“What the hell is your problem? The next time you touch me without permission, I will—”

“Oh my God—what the hell is your problem?” Jungkook cuts you off with a thunderous look on your face.

You stop short in surprise. He looks really mad, and putting aside the fact that he looks really handsome with his jaw clenched like that—which is actually a lot handsome because the guy is too freaking gorgeous to begin with—you’re surprised because the Fae are not known for their anger. They are cunning, evil and manipulative – they know how to twist people around their pinky fingers with ease. They do not have much need for anger with all those skills under the belt.

For the first time since you met the guy, you find yourself wondering if he actually even is a Fae the way he claimed to be. You have absolutely no way to know for sure, because you have never met a Changeling in your life.

While you’re still reeling, Jungkook goes on to lean closer to your face with a furious frown on his. “In what world is it a good idea for a runaway criminal to announce what they did on a megaphone?”

You scoff. “This place is literally abandoned, stop. And do not use that condescending tone with me ever again if you know what’s good for you.”

Jungkook steps away from you with his lips pursed. “And you don’t go around yelling about your crime if you know what’s good for you.”

You stare at him with your teeth and fists clenched, and he returns your glare with equal intensity.

A throat clears behind you. You swirl on your heels, already mapping out a route to sprint out of this place, and find yourself staring at an awfully good looking man in a loose-fitted shirt and baseball shorts. His hair is set in a perm, black strands falling gorgeously in his eyes.

He stands with one hand in a pocket and taps his chin with the index finger of the other. He squints between you and Jungkook, and you’ve taken a foot off the ground to duck behind Jungkook and run behind the row of abandoned houses when he speaks.

“Is this supposed to be some weird-ass foreplay between you two, or…?”

You pause with a leg raised in the air.

“Shut up, Tae,” Jungkook clicks his tongue and steps past you to gather the ‘Tae’ guy in a hug.

“Taehyung,” the guy introduces himself to you after they part.

You nod back in greeting, telling him your name. He smiles at that, heart shaped lips giving way to gorgeous, shapely teeth.

“I know.”

You exhale through your nose. At the innocent age of ninety-three years, when you dreamt of becoming famous someday, you certainly hadn’t been asking for this.

“I’m not gonna question why you’re with this guy – but I hope you don’t plan on sucking his blood,” Taehyung continues with a small smirk. “Fae blood is aphrodisiac.”

You roll your eyes. This guy is exactly what you’d expected Jungkook to be as a Fae. What is up with these people breaking all the stereotypes?

“Yes, I know. And no, I don’t. Jungkook is the one who has been… helping me,” you reluctantly admit, ignoring Jungkook’s blinding grin. “I’m just trying to hide from the Interpol and stay alive.”

“Staying alive for a Vampire means death for multiple others, ma’am.”

You roll your tongue into your cheek, stepping closer to Taehyung. He’s really attractive, and you hate everything all the more because of it.

“I’m not gonna kill your friend,” you say to him, “if he doesn’t try to sell me off to the enemy.”

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow. “Fair enough.”

“Goddammit, cut it out, you two!” Jungkook suddenly waves an arm between you and Taehyung, visibly agitated. “No one is trying to kill anybody, everybody is just trying to survive here. Right?”

You glare at Taehyung and he smirks back.

“Right?” Jungkook snaps his fingers in front of your face.

You flinch, clicking your tongue. “Yeah, yeah. Right.”

“So that’s settled then. Great. Can we please go in now, Tae?”

“Come on,” Taehyung instructs you and Jungkook with a smile, walking towards the two-storied building which, now that you’re paying closer attention, definitely has some spell been cast over.

Is this Taehyung-guy a Witch? He’s definitely not human, according to your senses. But you cannot remember the last time you encountered a Witch, so you aren’t quite certain about the trace that your senses catch off of Taehyung.

The reception of the “motel” looks straight out of a 70s Hollywood movie. Rickety little counter whose wood is chipping away, a telephone that still works, ceiling fans that rotate so slow you can follow their movements, and green wooden panelling halfway up the walls.

“What kind of a creature are you?” you ask Taehyung as soon as he has stepped behind the counter.

He looks up in surprise. “Uh…”

You lean over the counter to squint at him. “Uh?”

His eyes dart to Jungkook, as if looking for some sort of reassurance. Jungkook snorts.

“She’s literally on the run from Interpol. Who’s she gonna report you to?”

Your eyes widen a bit. “Report? Are you on the run, too? Fuck, do you have a whole gaggle of runaways living with you, Jungkook?”

“No,” Taehyung answers with a small laugh. “To both of ’em. I’m actually an Omega Werewolf. My pack kicked me out because of some stuff. I am officially not allowed to be in this country. But this is a dead area only frequented by people on the run, so I’ve been living here, illegally.”

You hum in thought. “Are your Werewolf pals not able to smell you?”

Taehyung smirks a lecherous smirk that would definitely have you sweating if it wasn’t for your current health crisis, and gives a chuckle. “I have my ways of keeping my scent covered.”

Jungkook makes a disgusted noise. “And by that he means having so much sex with creatures of different species that he’s always covered in their smells.”

Your face twists. “Gross.”

“Yep. Extremely.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Hey!”

“What? She’s right, man. You stink. All the time.”

“You just hugged me—”

“I had to hold my breath—”

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not!”

“Fucking enough—stop it, you two!” You raise both palms up, one in front of each of the guys.

“He started it!”

You gape at Taehyung. “Are you serious?”

“He’s the one who always starts and then pins it on me!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Jungkook—”

“Hey, how about you do your damn job?” you snap at Taehyung. And then you turn around to glare at Jungkook. “And you. Get me a bed before I gut you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, stepping up to the counter. “One room with two beds.”

Your head snaps to him. “One room?”

“You literally fainted on the beach. No way I’m letting you die alone in a room after working so hard to keep you alive.”

“Hmm. Here,” Taehyung announces, forwarding a key to Jungkook.

“Thanks.”

“Wait, for real? I don’t wanna room with—hey, Jungkook!”

You are left gaping after him when the guy walks away from you, down the corridor. You look at Taehyung, rolling your eyes when he shrugs.

You stomp your feet all the way down the hallway, to the room that happens to be on the ground floor itself.

The room itself leaves a lot to be desired – but it is definitely a giant upgrade from the construction site you’d been at, so you cannot complain. Two twin beds rest at a respectable distance from each other, separated by a table placed against the wall and their headboards. A single lamp sits on the table.

Jungkook switches off the wall-mounted light fixtures as soon as you enter the room and you move to turn the table lamp on.

“Do you feel okay, now?”

You blink at his question. “Uh, I guess. I shouldn’t be fainting anytime soon. I guess.”

“Sleeping and feeding are equivalent to you, then?”

You tilt your head in thought, slumping down on one of the beds. Jungkook occupies the other bed, crossing his legs as he sits facing you. You lean back on your arms.

“No, not exactly. Feeding is what gives us nutrition. Sleeping pushes our bodies to utilise that stored nutrition we have and convert it into energy to help us stay awake,” you try to explain, frowning. “Although, it’s been over a century since I last slept so I cannot recall the exact details.”

“Woah… so, like, your species would get thinner if you slept?”

You snort at his perspective. “I guess, yeah. We’re not supposed to sleep. It’s not a part of our way of life. We do not even actually sleep – it’s more like voluntarily passing out. Which is why Young Vampires find it hard to do it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen progressively through your explanation. They look ready to pop out by the time you’re done talking.

You chuckle at his face, and—

And then you stop. What are you doing educating this strange creature—a species of the Fae, at that—about your species and smiling at him as if you’re friends?

You give yourself a metaphorical shake of head, ignoring his surprised response and the jokes he makes, focussing on removing your boots, instead. You settle against the headboard, listening to crickets chirping in the distance.

Then Jungkook clears his throat.

“We’ll have to move out very early in the morning.”

You frown without looking at him. “Any specific reasons?”

“Well, I cannot stay in a single place for long. They track me down within twelve hours.”

Your brows rose. “Since when did Interpol get so efficient?”

“Must be some new tech. Or recruits.” Jungkook laughs slightly awkwardly. “Well, anyway. We should rest for a few hours. I’ve already been in Homestead for over eight hours. We’ll have to leave in the next three.”

You do not question the “we” this time. Jungkook hasn’t done anything to make him suspicious, yet – other than being ridiculously un-Fae like what with all the selfless kindness he’s shown you.

At least you think it’s selfless.

But then, what would he even want from you? You literally have nothing to offer in return.

Maybe the Interpol has put some reward on your head?

You honestly have no idea.

Slipping in and out of consciousness, you lay on your side and try to recollect as much energy as you can. You can feel your body growing colder, though, and it scares you because this indicates that the stored energy in your body is giving out, too, faster than you anticipated.

You really need to feed.

In the midst of your shuffling around on the bed to get into a position that feels even remotely comfortable, you hear Jungkook sigh.

You halt all movement.

“Are you okay?”

You shut your eyes and exhale. What is with this guy trying to take care of you?

“Yep.”

Nope. You are cold, nearing hypothermia by the feel of it – a huge fucking rarity when it comes to a Vampire, and an even huger concern for the same reason.

You don’t hear him get up or even walk over to your bed, but you feel the warmth of his palm on your elbow, barely holding back a hiss at the comfort it eludes.

“Holy shit, you’re frozen!”

“I’m a Vampire, genius—”

“No! This is ice cold, I…”

Jungkook tugs at your elbow and you sit up, refusing to meet his eyes even when he bends to catch your gaze.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “Well, no. I haven’t fed in over a week – my body has used up nearly all of the stored energy I had. I might collapse anytime. What of it?”

When you finally look up, you find Jungkook looking at you with a worried expression on his face. You gulp. He has no reason to be so concerned. Why can’t he behave like a normal Fae and stay aloof?

“Hey, stop frowning at me like—”

“You know… I could help you acquire blood if you want.”

You blink. “What?”

“I, uh…” He looks away, raking a hand through the back of his hair. “I could pull a few strings. If it’s that serious, I could help you get some blood. It’ll be risky, but you getting hypothermia would be riskier.”

You gulp, considering your options.

You would literally be handing your fate to Jungkook if you say yes. But then, you’re currently in a bedroom with him, in a hotel his friend owns – do you really have anything to lose, at this point?

You don’t think so.

You nod. “Okay. Do you have a plan?”

Jungkook licks his lower lip looking to the side in thought, and you almost choke on spit. He’s really fucking handsome and it’s really really fucking inconvenient.

Unaware of your state, he nods to himself after a moment. “I think so, yeah.”

You clear your throat and cuddle your knees to your chest. “Human friends?”

Jungkook smirks. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

He looks way too sexy for his own good like this, but you really shouldn’t be thinking about all of that right now, so you distract yourself by looking down at your hands. The tips of your nails are turning blueish. Fuck.

“Let’s go!”

You blink up at Jungkook when he stands up.

“What? Now?”

“Obviously. You need to feed before you die, right?”

You roll your eyes but stand up. “I don't think I’ll be able to walk much.”

“That’s fine, we’re not going far.”

You follow Jungkook out of the room and past a dozing Taehyung as the two of you exit the hotel. The sky is midnight blue, stars sparkling across its vastness.

The neighborhood looks almost spooky when you walk down the sidewalk. It is also probably past midnight right now, which could be adding to the spookiness, but you cannot be certain. You’ve had no real sense of time ever since you've been on the run. The Interpol had crazy technology and you were paranoid that even a wrist watch would help them track you down so you decided to forego it.

Looking at Jungkook you cannot see any sort of gadget on him either. You still try to ask.

“Any idea what time it is right now?”

Jungkook hums before reaching into his jeans pocket, and your heart stops for a second, worried he’s about to pull a mobile phone out. But then he plucks out a fucking pocket watch.

Holy fucking hell.

You cannot help the snort of laughter that escapes you. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“What? This is the only untraceable device I can keep on my person.”

You shake your head in amusement. “People used to keep this in their overcoats. And you pulled it out of your skinny jeans.”

“Well, I used to keep it in my overcoats, too.”

You look at him in surprise. “For real? How old are you?”

Jungkook gives you a sheepish smile. “Younger than you. More than a century old, though.”

You hold yourself back from telling him how he looks really innocent and too young with his doe eyes. Instead, you raise your eyebrows at the pocket watch in his hands.

Jungkook pops the metallic lid open. “Heh. It’s close to midnight, but not yet midnight.”

You nod, staying quiet.

You wrap your arms around your body with a grimace. You’ve been dressed in the same dark blue hoodie and skinny jeans for three days, and it’s starting to gross you out.

Your eyes dart to look at Jungkook’s silky, striped shirt. You look for details you hadn’t noticed before when you bumped into him in that construction site. You try to not be a creep when you follow the line of his neck, noticing a back undershirt peeking from just beneath his collarbones.

Something shiny catches your eye, and you frown.

He’s wearing a chain.

You hum. “You wear jewelry?”

Jungkook doesn’t look surprised by your question, he simply nods, wordlessly reaching into the neck of his shirt to pull the chain out. Wait, did he know you were looking at him? Embarrassment doesn’t seem to leave you be tonight.

“It’s an amethyst.” Jungkook tells you, holding a tear shaped, mauve stone in his hand that is dangling from the end of his chain.

“Looks pretty,” you muse. “Does it mean anything?”

Jungkook nods. “My dad gave it to me when I was a kid.”

You scratch at your cheek. You did not expect him to talk about sentimental value. You were talking about the meaning of the gemstone.

“He said,” Jungkook continued, looking lost in thoughts, “that this would save me from any powers trying to control my mind.”

Your eyes widened at that. “Oh? And did it work?”

Jungkook has a wistful, little smile on his face. “I think it did, yeah. It worked a bit too well.”

He’s being weird and you feel like there’s something you’re not understanding about this conversation, so you let it be.

The two of you walk out of the neighborhood and enter a patch of forest. Jungkook turns and enters the space, walking with purposeful steps.

You stumble after him with wide eyes. "What—hey! Where are you going? Jungkook!"

Jungkook steps over branches and overgrown grass, striding forward confidently, and for the second time since you met him, you wonder if he's brought you here to murder you.

Or hand you over to the Interpol because he's actually a spy with mad acting skills.

You shake your head at yourself, somewhat embarrassed at your paranoia. Any sane person would stop doubting their technical savior in such a dire situation – and then there's you with your gazillion suspicions.

But if you think about it, you really cannot be blamed. Jungkook is a runaway Fae, helping you stay alive while also staying hidden from the Interpol.

Why?

He cannot actually have that good of a heart, it just doesn't run in the blood of his species.

Then why the fuck?

"We're here!"

You jump at his announcement, almost colliding into his back when he suddenly comes to a stop. Glaring up at the back of his head, you step to the side to look past him.

"Woah!" You cannot help but gasp at the cottage sitting before you. "This is cool!"

Jungkook gives you a weird look over his shoulder, and you immediately drop your smile, clearing your throat to compose yourself.

"This is just…a great place to live if you hate the world."

"You hate the world?" Jungkook asks with a chuckle, moving forward to knock at the door.

You shrug your shoulders. "Definitely don't love it either."

You watch him run a hand through his hair, following his veiny fingers as they wrap around the back of his neck; the action more provocative than it should be. He then suddenly pulls both his hands down to tuck them into the pockets of his tight as hell skinny jeans and leans back on his heels, and you have to look away because—

Fuck. He's really handsome, what the fuck.

You stare at the door instead, frowning when you realise.

"Did you just… knock?" you blurt. “Are you gonna, like, ask someone for blood, or…?”

You don’t understand. He’s been giving you such do-gooder vibes, what is he up to, this time?

Jungkook doesn’t respond, simply rolling his shoulders back when you hear the pitter-patter of steps from inside the house. The door is opened by a woman seemingly in her late thirties. Her face is wholly puffy with sleep, hair is mussed and an oversized t-shirt drapes down to her mid-calves.

Your eyes zoom onto her throat, at the pulse thrumming beneath her skin. Your mouth immediately salivates.

“Who is—oh!” The woman’s eyes widen when they lock onto your companion. She looks tensed. “J-Jungkook, what are you—”

Jungkook’s hand snaps forth, wrist striking at the woman’s nape, and her eyes instantly swim, body dropping straight onto Jungkook. He deftly catches her in his waiting arms, turning to look at you with a close-lipped smile that makes him look nothing like the guy you’ve been seeing so far.

“No, I’m not gonna ask her,” Jungkook says in a breezy voice, answering your earlier question, sounding and looking completely different from before.

You’re left gaping, because what the fuck? What just happened? He’s not about to send him to the Fae world and take her place, is he?

That makes no sense, you’re definitely losing braincells, here.

“What the fuck? What are you doing, Jungkook?”

Jungkook exhales in what looks like exasperation, fucking again acting like your question isn’t very fucking valid. You really wanna slap him.

“Trying to get you fed?”

“By knocking her out? How—”

“You obviously cannot be trusted to not drain her if you drink straight from her, so I’m gonna get you a few pints in bags. Okay?”

You blink. “Bags? How’re you gonna do that?”

Wait, did he say a few pints? This absolute fucking lunatic, does he not know how human bodies work? A human isn’t supposed to go beyond one, singular pint at a time. Fucking hell.

“I told you I have a couple Vampire friends, right? They come here often.”

Jungkook steps inside the house with the woman’s unconscious body in his arms, moving around her living room with an air of familiarity. He places her on the couch and opens one of the drawers in her coffee table to extract a couple of transparent tubes, a cannula, a transparent bag and medical tape.

So Jungkook apparently has a complete set of blood extracting equipment stashed away at an unsuspecting human’s house.

What the actual fuck is happening, right now?

Who is this guy?

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand as he sets up, still somewhat stuck on the way he knocked the woman out. “You’re literally on the run, Jungkook. And your stunt at the door is more than certainly gonna leave a trace.”

“This is honestly not even the last place they’d worry about finding my trace at,” he says with a wry chuckle. “Besides, I knocked her out with Taekwondo, not magic. Relax. And settle down, this’ll take a while.”

You sit on the opposite couch, gobsmacked because Jungkook just keeps on smacking your gob at literally every turn. Every time you think he will do something to honor his species, he knocks a woman out cold with martial art. You gawk at the whole scene unfolding before you like a literal goldfish. Even the sight of fresh, thick blood running up the transparent tubes and gathering in the blood bag is not enticing to you, right now, because of all the thoughts running in your head.

You’re really fucking confounded.

Your gaze flickers away from the woman to fixate on Jungkook. He’s staring at cannula he has expertly fixed into the woman’s arm with all the concentration in the world. So does he have a belt in Taekwondo and a secret medical degree, too, then? Is this why he isn’t that great at being a despicable Changeling, being too busy collecting expertise in the human world?

You sigh at your thoughts.

“Don’t – don’t take more than a bag,” you advise, suddenly recalling him mentioning ‘a few pints’ and then you mentally curse yourself for stuttering like an idiot.

Jungkook looks up at you from under his brows, and your breath nearly hitches at the heat in his gaze. What happened to their doe-like luminance?

“I thought you’d be ravenous by now.”

The way he enunciates the adjective makes you think of a very different kind of hunger and you hold back a shiver that has absolutely nothing to do with the cold seeping in your body. You look down at your purpling fingertips to ground yourself.

“A bag would be fine, Jungkook,” you simply respond, refusing to play into his weird ass games when he looks this daunting all of a sudden.

“Are you sure?” He gives you a sombre look when you look up at his serious voice. “Given your current state, I don’t think this’ll sustain you beyond a day.”

“Yes, I am.” You nod. “We’ll think of something when need be.”

“We, huh?” He flashes you a killer smirk that would make you blush if you had any blood in you.

You hold your breath and wait for the wave of lust to roll past your body. You inhale after a couple of seconds. “Are you really gonna—”

“Sorry,” he mumbles; quirked lips not looking sorry at all. Then he shrugs a single shoulder, eyes shuttering a bit. “Fine, then. One bag it is.”

You rub your hands together as you nod, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under his heated scrutiny. You look around the living room, cursing the man to hell for getting under your skin by acting all adorable and caring, and then suddenly being this self-assured, teasing motherfucker that you low-key want to be ruined by.

You cannot decide who’s the weirder one between the two of you.

You briefly wonder if this is what his true nature as a Changeling is – being a pro actor, switching personalities like characters, making people trust him before he goes in for the kill.

Although, it might be an exaggeration because he sure as hell is still helping you and hasn’t really shown any signs of betrayal other than throwing in an innuendo and eyeing you like a piece of meat out of the blue. Which you cannot exactly call ‘betrayal’ because you obviously liked it a bit too much – and should obviously stop thinking about for that exact reason.

You, instead, think back to the way this woman had tensed after she recognised Jungkook. Why could that have been? He told you he brings his Vampire friends here often. But if this is the technique he employs to extract her blood everytime, how the hell does she even know him?

Amidst the clouding questions, a sudden chuckle escapes you when you recall how you’d immediately assumed he was about to do some Changeling magic on her when he attacked the woman.

“What is it?”

You look up to find Jungkook looking at you with a small smile.

You laugh. “Nothing I’m just… When you struck her?” you begin, looking up at him with playfully narrowed eyes. “I was half afraid you were about to send her to your… Fae world, or something.”

Jungkook snorts at that, shaking his head. “How would you feed if I did that? Besides, contacting my world would leave a huge freaking magical signature behind. I would be traced in under a minute.”

“A minute, for real? Interpol really has developed a lot, huh.”

Jungkook’s lips twist up in a mysterious smile as he hums. “I guess.”

You clear your throat, now eyeing the bag that is nearly full with the deliciousness you have missed so dearly. Your eyes almost turn hazy when you stare long and hard, and you have to blink rapidly to gain control of yourself.

Oh, if only you had blinked rapidly to gain control before you killed half the citizens of that city. Ugh.

“All done!” Jungkook suddenly says, quickly detaching the cannula from the woman’s body and packing up the equipment.

Stashing everything back in the coffee table, he picks up the bag of blood and forwards it to you. You lick your lips, looking from the bag in his hands to his softly smiling face, feeling grateful overwhelm you. You look back at the warm bag and your whole body tingles.

You extend both your hands to grab it – but Jungkook doesn’t hand it over to you. You look up at him when he tugs it back.

He has his lower lip tucked between his teeth and he looks at you with the expression of worry that you’ve gotten familiar with within the past few hours.

“What?” You frown.

“I don’t know when we'll be able to acquire more. Are you sure you don't want another bag?"

Your eyes dart to the unconscious woman's pale skin. You shake your head. “No.”

“Okay, then. Consume this one sparingly if you can, maybe?”

You pull your lips together and shake your head again. “My brain is not lucid enough for me to exercise that kind of control, right now. Be glad I didn’t attack her.”

Nevermind the fact that your brain was otherwise occupied by inappropriate thoughts and body too tired to even think of fighting Jungkook to get to her.

Jungkook exhales in defeat, face falling a bit. “Right. Well, bon appetit, I guess?”

You take the bag from him with a laugh, greedily running your palm over its smooth, warm surface. “Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

You bite your lip and look up. “Thank you.”

“Do–don’t mention it.”

His curious stare changes into something else, and you look away before you read too much into it. Without wasting another second, you uncap the corner of the bag and bring it to your lips.

And then you’re lost to the taste of ambrosia.

You don’t know what you’d expected when you and Jungkook left the woman’s house to head back to Taehyung’s hotel, but it had certainly not been the man himself waiting for you outside the building.

Jungkook doesn’t share your surprise at the discovery, though, instead looking at Taehyung with questioning eyes. Taehyung nods. Jungkook nods back.

You fume.

“What was that?” You scowl at the two of them. “Stop talking in code all the fucking time!”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you. “You look better. Had a big meal?”

Your lips curl in irritation. “It was snacking. But yeah, I’ll live.”

“That’s good to know. Your convoy to Jacksonville is gonna be here in, like, three minutes.”

Your jaw drops. “Convoy to where now?”

Jungkook exhales behind you. “Jacksonville. It’s—”

“Nearly four-hundred miles away!”

The two guys wince at your sharp yell.

You glare at Jungkook. “You’re really fucking insane, you know that, right?”

“Well, what was your master plan of escape then?” Jungkook challenges.

You’re rendered immediately mute at that question, because your plans? Included hopping onto the next passing vehicle with a license plate of a different state and hope for the best.

At Jungkook’s expectant stare, you really just wanna dig a hole in the ground and curl up in it.

You really want to lie and claim a great plan of escape, but it’d be more embarrassing if you’re called out on your bluff if one of them asks you what vehicle you were gonna use.

So you shake your head and decide to go with a technical truth that won’t make you wanna die. “Not a great one.”

Taehyung sniggers. “You really didn’t have one, did you?”

You immediately scowl, which must be a giveaway, because Jungkook huffs out an incredulous laugh, rolling his eyes.

“Hey! You can’t tell me making a four-hundred miles long road trip isn’t an insane plan!”

He steps up to you, lips sucked into his mouth. “We’ll make a pitstop in Palm Bay. I’ve got a fellow Fae and a, well. A Vampire friend there.”

You tense with unease at the mention of another Vampire. You have no clue about the kind of stance the others of your species have taken upon your situation. You cannot think of a reason for them to not have turned against you.

“Hey, you okay?” Jungkook’s frowns at you.

You shake your head. “I don’t think it’s ideal for me to be around other Vampires.”

Jungkook looks contemplative for a moment. “Although that is a very valid argument, I don’t think Yoongi will pose much of a threat in that regard."

You stop short at the name. “Yoongi?”

Jungkook exchanges a look with Taehyung. “You know him?”

You swallow. “Yes. I mean… kind of? Not personally. He, uh, he was part of the Royal Court.”

Jungkook looks relieved at your response, but Taehyung steps closer to you with a confused frown. “Was?” he asks, looking between you and Jungkook.

You nod. “Yeah, uh, he deflected a few years ago. More than five decades ago, to be more precise.” You look at Jungkook with raised eyebrows. “Do the Fae need lawlessness around them to survive, or something?”

Taehyung laughs at that. “You know what? Don’t know about the species, but he really kinda does.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “But, yeah. Yoongi has been cut off from the Vampires Council for fifty-eight years now. I don’t think he’s going to be a concern for you.”

You nod in agreement. “Right. So, what are we doing in Jacksonville?”

“Laying low for a while.” Jungkook tells you. “And then I’m going to contact an old friend to ask him for a solution to resolve my situation.”

You nod. “Is he a Warlock?”

Jungkook laughs. “They’re the only smart species around here, so. Yes.”

“The only compassionate ones, too,” Taehyung adds with a smile that looks so fond, you wonder if he knows exactly who Jungkook is talking about.

Do these guys all know each other or something?

“It’s here!” Taehyung announces even before you can hear the faint whirring of an engine.

You turn towards the road, and can immediately spot the glow of headlights emanating from the curve at the extreme end.

“Is this a pickup van too?” you wonder out loud, squinting against the progressively increasing light.

Taehyung shakes his head. “No, a friend is bringing his truck. You guys will have to drive.”

Even though your energy levels have been sufficiently replenished for you to comfortably stand on your own, you feel faint at the mention of driving.

“Yeah, Jungkook will have to take that up. I’ll pass.”

You cannot believe you’re actually agreeing to let a fucking Fae drive you to an unfamiliar ground among his own friends. And to think that this morning, you hadn’t even ever seen a real Changeling before.

But something about Jungkook—with his starry eyes and throat snapping duality—makes you trust him. More than you have anyone before. More than you probably should.

But what have you even got to lose, at this point?

It’s been three hours since you got on the road.

The rapidly changing beautiful scenes of the countryside kept you entertained for an hour. The sight of Jungkook looking like a five course meal while driving, for another one.

You’ve been bored for the past hour, and your energy level’s depleting fast.

To be really honest, this is quite possibly the most boring road-trip you’ve ever been on in your centuries long existence. Not that you’ve been on many, but yeah you had a couple back when you were a student at the Vampire Academy.

It has been, what – like, more than two hundred years since then, at least? Gosh, what a brilliant fucking era that was. You give a longing sigh.

“What’s that?”

You sigh again at Jungkook’s question. “I miss using gadgets.”

Jungkook makes a surprised sound. “What?”

“Never had a bored moment with them around.”

He laughs. “Well, that is the littlest price to pay when you're a runaway criminal.”

You recline further in your seat, propping your bare feet up on the dash. Jungkook glances at your feet and then at your face, and then goes back to driving.

You smirk. “What?”

“Nothing.” He pulls his lips into his mouth, eyes staring straight ahead out the windshield.

You groan. “It’s literally an empty road. What are you so focussed on?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows lower a bit, but he never moves his gaze. “I mean… what else would you like me to focus on?”

Your insides heat up at his loaded question, and you have to clear your throat to ward off any unwarranted thoughts or mental images.

“Fine, look at the damn road, but at least talk to me.”

Jungkook shrugs a shoulder. “About what?”

You gape at the guy. “For real?”

“What?”

“Why are you so annoying?”

Jungkook turns to look at you with his eyes so fucking clueless that you can't even be mad. You simply sigh again and shake your head.

“I’m feeling tired.”

“I told you it’d happen.”

“Yeah, shut up about that. Can you, like, keep talking or something so that I don’t pass out from boredom?” you joke.

Jungkook gasps out loud, turning to you with wide, panicked eyes. You almost coo in adoration before you remember that you shouldn’t.

“You’re about to pass out?”

You can barely hold back your smile. “I was joking, relax.”

Jungkook looks a bit upset at that. “Hey, don’t joke about stuff like that. We’re literally in the middle of nowhere. What are we gonna do if you passed out for real?”

You don’t know whether to feel touched by his worry or to be worried yourself. Because it is a very valid concern. What if you pass out on your way?

You shake your head, though. “Yeah, sorry about that. But, like… this truck doesn’t even have a music system.”

“I can sing for you if you want.”

You freeze. Very slowly, you turn to look at Jungkook, a smile growing on your face at his bashful expressions. “Are you flirting with me, Jungkook?”

If you were expecting his usual, bashful exposition, you are taken back by surprise. He pauses for an ungodly amount of time, but the creases on his face show that the pause is not to decide on an answer, but to actually decide whether to say the decided answer out loud. His reddened ears, widened eyes, and the pink tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip – you stare at it just a second longer than you should, momentarily forgetting the situation at hand.

“And what if I am?”

Fuck. He said it.

You immediately sober up at his response. He really just blatantly challenged you. You have absolutely no idea how to respond to this, your walls just involuntarily stack up high around your heart.

“You shouldn’t,” you say in a plain voice, making him look at you in surprise.

“Wh–what?”

“There’s nothing here for you, Jungkook. I don’t date.”

Everything falls silent for a while. And then Jungkook clears his throat again.

“Well, I didn’t say anything about dating.”

You suck in a sharp breath at his not so subtle proposition, swallowing past a suddenly parched throat.

“Jungkook…”

“What? You asked me to talk, now I’m talking."

Wow, really?

You scowl at him. “The answer is no.”

“But I didn’t even ask you anything?”

Jungkook gives you an innocent stare which slowly turns into, if a bit nervous, laughter, when you stay silent and just look at him. You fume in your seat when he giggles, crossing your arms against your chest tightly. You’re more than a little miffed that he’s laughed it off, which is more than a little concerning, because you’re not supposed to be having any sorts of any feelings, here.

“You have the audacity to be a little shit while you still haven’t told me why you’re running?”

Of course, you meant it as a joke, but the way Jungkook stiffens at your question has your intrigue spiking.

He awkwardly clears his throat a couple of times, a hand raking through his hair to rest over the back of his neck. You follow the action with heat swirling in your stomach. Too bad… but it’s too sweet.

“I – I’ll tell you some other time.”

You cock an eyebrow. “No time like the present.”

He grips the steering wheel with both hands. “It’s a long story. You’ll probably fall asleep. And we’re trying to avoid that, so…”

He’s not even trying to be subtle about the dodge. You decide to stow away your curiosity for some other time, simply resting your head against the glass window and looking out at the passing countryside landscapes.

Jungkook’s Fae friend in Palm Bay doesn’t even come to see you, paranoid for God knows what reason as he talks to Jungkook behind the truck. Not that you are in much of a position to indulge in small talk, anyway, your body refusing to move a limb like a bag of deadweight.

Jungkook returns in under two minutes, settling in and wearing his seatbelt.

“Jimin has booked us a hotel, less than a mile from here. It could be tiny and most probably gross, but it’s the only hotel in the area that uses an offline database to record its guests so we can't be picky.”

You drowsily nod. “One room?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond. You turn to look at him, only to find him nervously chewing on his lower lip as he steers the truck onto the road.

“Jungkook?”

“And one bed.”

Your eyes spring open. "What? Why?”

“They don't have rooms with two beds! And it’s just for a couple of hours!” He wildly gesticulates with his free hand. “You can take a nap, while I’ll just… sit around, I guess? I’ll be respectful! Promise!”

“You were literally flirting with me, an hour ago!”

“Well, that was an hour ago! I’m a changed man now!”

What the hell?

The rest of the drive passes by mostly quietly, with you gradually dropping closer to unconsciousness. Until, that is, you recall the mention of Jungkook’s Vampire friend.

“Hey, are we gonna meet… Yoongi?” you ask him.

Jungkook gives a non-committal hum. “Not really sure. He is supposed to meet us at the motel. He’s a moody guy, though, so can't really say for certain that he'd be there.”

You turn to look out the window, watching the civilization growing thicker as you move further into the city. Jungkook drives up to an aged building and parks. Undoing his seatbelt, he doesn't get out immediately, instead leaning over the steering wheel to peer through the windshield.

“There he is!”

Your eyes immediately widen in alarm. “Who? Yoongi?”

“Yep!”

Jungkook rushes out of the car, jogging across the sidewalk to pull a shorter guy into a hug.

Yoongi is dressed so differently from what you saw him wearing last time that you struggle to recognise him. He’s exchanged his jewelled, bright green coat with a dark colored oversized t-shirt and leggings for similarly loose-fitted pants. If his mother were to see him now, she’d think he was a homeless guy. And then drop dead on the spot on finding out that he's actually her precious prince.

While you’re still staring at the way Yoongi grins and laughs the way he never did in the court, Jungkook turns back and points at you. Yoongi squints in your direction, and you instinctively duck.

Like, fine, you don’t actually believe Yoongi is in a position to report you or anything, but still. He’s still the son of the freaking Queen and his dad's the Vampires President in the Supernatural Council – how can he not be furious at you for soiling the respect of your entire species?

You’re still sitting with your head resting against the dashboard when Jungkook knocks at the window. You jump up in your seat, looking at the guy with wide eyes. He points a thumb in Yoongi’s direction and you gulp.

“He’s not gonna snap my neck, is he?” you ask, rolling the window down.

Jungkook laughs. “No! Of course not. He’s a cool guy. You might’ve seen him at the court but you don’t know him like I do.”

Well, yes, you certainly do not because you haven’t ever seen Yoongi with any expression beyond the unnerving and slightly concerning soulless vacant look he always wore. Well until now, that is. You didn’t know if he even actually could move his facial muscles at all, let alone grin so big his gums peek out.

Jungkook really must be something to have caused this effect.

"Now come on before you pass out in the truck."

You scowl at him. "Hey, I'm not going to pass—"

Jungkook opens your side of the door, giving you a deadpan look that makes you stop speaking.

"I mean, I – I'm fine. Just a bit—"

"Hey. Shut up. Please."

He looks at you with exasperation but also a bit of… wait, is that fondness in his eyes?

...why?

"Come on."

You stumble out of the truck with his support, walking up to Yoongi on wobbly legs.

You immediately bow down, nearly doubling at your waist when you reach him. “Your Highness!”

Everything goes silent for a moment, Jungkook’s grip on your upper-arm stiffening. And then he swears under his breath and Yoongi gives a loud snort.

You slowly raise your head up, before standing up straight when you see the Vampire Prince snickering.

“Shut up with that bullshit, will you?” he says, clicking his tongue as he forwards his hand for you to shake. “Yoongi. Jungkook’s friend.”

You lick your lips. He went from Yoongi – the crowned Min Prince of the Vampires to Yoongi – Jungkook’s best friend. And looks so much happier for it.

You put on a tentative smile, shaking hands with him as you tell him your name.

He laughs. “I know.”

You sigh, grimacing at your stupidity for the thousandth time since this entire episode of running from Interpol started.

“Alright, I’ve made the bookings, you two. Come see me tomorrow morning for breakfast if you can. Don't bother with the formalities and leave quickly if you’re compromised, though.”

You nod, but Jungkook clears his throat.

“Hyung… Do you know of some place we can get a supply of human blood?”

You turn to him with wide eyes. Yoongi throws a humored glance at you before nodding. “I can pull some strings, yeah. I’d offer my stash but I have been in hiding too. Can’t risk exposing myself by suddenly increasing the size of my order.”

“No, no, I understand, Your—uh, Yoongi,” you interrupt with a wince. “You don't have to.”

Yoongi raises a single brow. “I know I don’t. But I will. It might take some time, can you last till tomorrow?”

You nod.

“Alright then. Don’t drink his blood, though, unless you plan to fuck him later.”

You choke on air.

“Hyung, what—oh no – hey, breathe! Are you okay?”

You nod with your teary eyes, thumping a fist against your chest.

“Fae’s blood is aphrodisiac! You know that, JK!”

“Yeah and apparently so does she, but there are other, better ways to get that point across!”

“Stop whining and get in the motel. You’re drawing attention to us.”

Sufficiently calmed down, you look up to find Yoongi putting on a cap on his head before he walks off. Jungkook looks at you with a pleading face. You roll your eyes and nod towards the motel.

What is up with everyone in Jungkook’s life reminding you of the aphrodisiac properties of his blood? He hasn’t been going around feeding people his blood to get them to fuck him, has he? Highly unlikely, because given his looks and build, you don’t believe he would have to do much more than smirk at someone lasciviously to get them lusting after him. Not that it applies to you or anything, it’s just a scientific observation you’re making.

You are embarrassed to have Jungkook support you by an arm as you walk into the building, but when the receptionist doesn’t even bat an eyelid at a fully sober looking guy getting a room with a very obviously drunk looking girl, you are immediately worried about the kind of people that came to this place.

“People could commit crimes in broad daylight here,” you whisper to Jungkook as the two of you look for your room.

“Well, obviously. Why else do you think they don't keep an online database? And given the unexpectedly nice ambience, I'm starting to think this place might actually be a hub for criminals.”

"Gosh, I'm hanging out at criminal places, too, now. What am I doing with my life?"

You groan at your mental reflection, resting against the wall while Jungkook unlocks the door to your room.

You immediately fall onto the bed when you step in, barely noticing the okay state of the room. Not just okay, even. The room’s ten times better than the one you were in, back in Homestead. Jungkook was right – the place is better than it looks.

You turn to raise your eyebrows at him. “Why have they disguised a three-star hotel as a rundown motel?”

Jungkook slumps on a leather mounted chair, leaning his head over the backrest. “To house and hide rich crime committing people, maybe? But your guess is as good as mine. I’ve never heard of this place before.”

You roll over to your side.

“I desperately need a change of clothes.”

“I can buy you some from the market downstairs.”

You hum, eyes dropping shut. “That would be… nice…”

You cuddle into the pillow, sighing happily as drowsiness takes over. The past few days have taught you that sleep isn't all that bad. And right now, on this cushioned bed, all you can think about is napping for a long, long time.

“...wake the hell up!”

Jungkook is shaking your whole body and your face is wet when you open your eyes.

“Wha…”

“Oh, thank God!”

You're suddenly pulled into a warm, strong chest; similar warm, strong arms wrap around you.

You blink your lethargy away to realise that Jungkook is fiercely hugging you close, knelt on the bed next to you and leaning with your inclined form.

You frown.

“What—Jungkook?” you mumble into his shirt, trying to detach from him.

He pulls away with huge eyes. “I thought… God, I’ve been trying to wake you up for an hour but you won’t stir! I even sprinkled water on your face! I thought something had happened…”

This is the hundredth time, but his show of concern still stuns you. You observe the fear spilling off his voice, shining through his eyes and solidifying through his tight grip on both your shoulders, and you just don’t get it.

You don't know if he sees you as a kindred spirit or simply pities you, but you believe it's definitely something more than just benevolence that makes him care about you the way he has been since the construction site. At least you hope it's something more than benevolence because if this is the kind of charity he shows just every stranger be meets, Jungkook is a very stupid guy and a horrible Fae.

While you're still pondering his attitude, Jungkook scans your face and stares closely into your eyes as if to check for something.

And he probably finds it, too, because, “you have to feed,” he says with determination. “You have to feed right fucking now.”

This is probably the first time you’ve heard him swear. He's obviously worried, gazing at you with his brows drawn tight, and even your dilated tired eyes burn at how stunning he looks in the moment - hair all over the place, eyes wide and glassy, lips ruby red and chest heaving with gasps.

He looks like you just made out with him for an hour and it is the sexiest sight in the world.

“Jungkook… it’s fine.” You look at the clock hanging over the door of the hotel room. “It’s past midnight. You shouldn’t disturb Yoongi. He won’t be able to—”

“Well, then feed from me.”

You freeze. “What?”

"Creature blood can sustain you longer than human blood." He quickly pulls his sleeve up, offering you his wrist like a fucking moron. “Feed from me, Y/N. Please.”

You shuffle back on the bed, horrified, shaking your head. “No. No, what the fuck? Are you insane?”

Jungkook follows you. “Please. Please? I should've done this before, fuck, why didn't I do this before…”

You blink at him, leaning your head away to avoid listening to the tempting thumping of his heart. “It’s not… Feeding from creatures is a crime, Jungkook!”

“I’m not gonna report you.”

You make an irritated sound in the back of your throat. “The Vampires Council will find out sooner or later!”

“Yeah, well, you’re already a fugitive so fuck off with that.”

Your eyes widen at his brazen language, but the beating of the pulse beneath the tender skin on his wrist slowly grows in volume in your ears, until it pounds in your head. You clench your fists tightly, trying to block out everything and focus on the sting of your nails digging against your palms, but everything fails.

His scent surrounds you – overwhelming you to the point where your vision grows tunneled and all you can see is the subtle jump of his skin where his vein is working hard to pump blood.

“Please,” he whispers, nearly pressed up against you – so close, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“Jungkook… don’t,” you warn him, trembling eyes switching between his wrist and his own wide ones.

“Please,” he begs again, almost whimpering at the end of his sentence with his wrist hovering an inch away from your shaking lips, and that is your undoing.

You curse under your breath, fists unclenching with your resolve crumbling to dust.

With a growl, you open your mouth and press it against his wrist. Your canines extend just as you brush your teeth against his skin, his gasp playing in your ears when they puncture skin. And then you drink.

Now, you haven’t been a criminal your entire life, but you haven’t exactly lived the life of a saint, either. You’ve tasted multiple creatures’ bloods, usually during sex, and instantly regretted it because of the abhorrent taste. You often wondered if they had turned drinking creature blood into a crime solely to save the Vampires from the taste.

But now, you’re starting to believe that they made the law with Changelings in mind.

Jungkook’s blood tastes unlike anything you’ve ever had before – sweet and delicious and so fucking addictive, you’re half afraid you’re gonna drain him if you aren’t stopped.

You feel the liquid drip down the side of your mouth and you immediately unlatch your teeth from his skin to lap the runaway drop up.

Jungkook’s groan draws your attention to his face. He stares back with his eyes half lidded and nostrils flared. A sudden flame of lust runs through your body at the thought of him getting turned on by you feeding from him.

You look down at his wrist, exhaling at the reddened wound. You should probably stop before it gets worse and he has to bandage it up.

“I think I should—”

“Here.”

You look up at his interruption to find this gigantic idiot offering you his other wrist. You gawk at him for a whole minute.

“Jungkook, do you have a death wish or something?”

You’re surprised at the strength that has returned to your voice. You remember Jungkook telling you how creature blood is more powerful than human blood. The taste had never let you have enough of it to really make any observation, but now you’re considering the possibility.

“Just… have more. Please.”

He is literally begging you to suck his blood. What is wrong with his brain?

But you’re a weak ass Vampire who has starved long enough to lose her mind over the very sound of a heartbeat, so you don’t fight him further and simply attach your mouth to his other wrist.

He somehow scuffles closer while you drink, now sitting so close that your knees would brush if you so much as inhaled loudly. You feel the warmth of his body seeping into you, and a moan slips past your occupied lips at the comfort that is quickly settling into your bones.

But then you hear him wince a little, and you immediately pull away from him. There is a frown on his face and his eyes are shut when you look up, and you really just want to run away in embarrassment.

“I—I’m so sorry, fuck, I went too far, I’m… Jungkook…” You trail off when he slowly shakes his head.

Then he opens his eyes and extracts both his hands to unbutton his shirt.

“Jungkook!” you gasp loudly, raising to your knees to grip his hands, stopping him. “What the hell are you—stop—”

“Drink from my neck,” he says over your protests.

Your mouth falls open. “What? No!”

“Yes,” he insists, unbuttoning three top buttons to display his black undershirt and the amethyst necklace. “Please.”

All you can do is stare at him with your jaw still dropped.

One of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’ll be okay, promise. I know you need this. Please don’t worry about me.”

Despite the tension in the air, a small laugh bubbles out of you. “What – what do you even eat? Flowers? Nectar?

Jungkook gives you a slow smile, rendering you breathless again. “Kind of. We’re supposed to. But most of us just carry nectar capsules around now.”

You give a nod. “Do you have some on you, right now?”

He nods back, leaning closer. “I do.”

“Alright, then,” you mumble, gaze flickering down to the gorgeous line of his neck.

The pulse thumping beneath his jaw calls out to you – surrounding you fully when you lean closer. The scent of his skin wafts up to you when you tilt your head over his throat and you inhale deeply, allowing the sweet, sugary smell to fill up your lungs. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, palms barely able to cover their entirety because of how bulked this guy is.

You lick your lips and close your eyes, and then descend upon his neck with your teeth, canines tearing through the thin, tender layer of his skin. Your hands subconsciously clench, nails scraping against the silk of his shirt when the delicious, heavy liquid starts to trickle into your mouth.

You moan against his neck, pushing your mouth against him harder, and suck. His heavy breathing and occasional gasps fall heavy into your ears, permeating your stupor with surprising ease. Your knees scramble in an attempt to move closer to him until you're pressed up against his body. His arms slowly wrap around your waist, neck craning a bit as if to grant you proper access. You take full advantage and drink up his life's essence with abandon, slurping noises echoing so loud around you that you can hear them past your trance.

His grip on you tightens progressively, eventually getting to the point where he's holding you tight against his body, arms crossed over your back and hands curling along the opposite sides of your waist. You feel yourself melt into him, the power of his hold making you want to feel him exert a similar force elsewhere.

And then you feel the faint brush of his lips over the side of your head and nearly lose your mind. At the responding jerk your body gives, his face turns slightly and lowers further into the crook of your neck.

You feel the warmth of his breath before his lips make contact with your skin – soft, sweltering, and so fucking good. Your mouth detaches from him, instantly, eyes screwing shut as unadulterated lust takes over at the feeling of his tongue running against your neck.

“Jungkook,” you mumble, fists tightening in his shirt.

He hums in response and pulls your bodies even closer together, lips travelling down your neck to press kisses over your clothed shoulder. The warmth of his body against your cold one lights a fire inside you despite the barrier of clothes between your skin and his.

“The myths were ri–right,” you mumble, dragging your own mouth down his throat, drawing streaks of red across his gorgeous, caramel skin. “Your blood… it’s definitely aphrodisiac…”

Jungkook uses one of his arms wrapped around your waist to toss you back on the bed, chuckling low in his throat with a smirk on his face as he caresses the side of your face with the other hand. “Is that right?”

You shiver at his dark voice, skin burning everywhere he’s touched. You’ve never felt something like this before. Something this intense and captivating.

Maybe it's the aphrodisiac.

Or maybe… it’s something more.

All of this is very unlike you – being so sensitive to every single touch of his, letting him take charge over you and move things at his pace, going so pliant under him by just his words. You’ve always been the one to take charge in bed, panic and paranoia hitting you as soon as someone so much as tries to get on top of you. But right here with Jungkook, you feel none of those emotions even as he moves you around with total control.

He hovers above you, blood smeared across his throat, hair dishevelled, lips red from him chewing on them against your attack on his neck – and he looks so fucking gorgeous like this, you just want to devour him whole.

So you do – lifting your head up and closing your lips over his. He instantly groans into your mouth, immediately responding with his lips pulling at yours and winding both his arms around your waist again to press his body onto yours. You cannot manage any finesse at all and the kiss is all over the place, your tongue pressing against his, teeth running over his soft lips – and your hands keep switching between gripping his hair and trying to tug at his shirt, while he just relentlessly presses you harder into the mattress and squeezes you so close to himself that you can feel every single hard muscle of his against you.

Your hand finally manages to wedge its way inside his shirt and you immediately dig your nails into his back, moaning at the feel of his bulging muscles beneath your fingertips. Your hands climb up to wrap around his shoulders, mouth wild against his.

Jungkook parts from your mouth, breathing heavily into the space between you two. You stare into his delirious eyes, certain that the look is mirrored by your own. He licks his lips, gaze darting all over your face before settling on your lips. He sighs, ducking his head to nip at your lower lip and you yelp at the unexpected action.

“Your lips are really fucking pretty, you know that?” he asks you in a mumble with his voice so low in octaves that you feel it gritting across the bottom of your stomach – core tightening at the sound paired with the way he looks. “All of you are.”

What has happened to this guy? Where is all this sexiness jumping out of? You can’t help recalling the way you’d found him adorable. Well, the way he’s changed gears has definitely sent that feeling flying out of the window, leaving behind only horniness and desperation.

You swallow harshly, fruitlessly trying to gain a sense of control over your mind and self. Jungkook ducks his head without a word, dragging his open mouth down your throat and pressing wet kisses on your collarbone while his hands brush past your shirt to trace the sides of your waist. You pant beneath him in acute want, arching up towards him.

He runs his nose over your top, along the faint trace of the upper seam of your bra before brushing over the peak of your breast. Your nipples perk up at his touch, and with an appreciative hum, he drags his teeth over them turn wise.

“Jungkook… please…”

Never in your life have you ever begged before – it has always been the other way round. But right now, as you lie boneless under Jungkook’s ministrations, you cannot help but beg. You don’t even know what you’re begging for but he does because your words have him immediately moving to pull his shirt over his head. You have barely been able to appreciate his thick biceps that are the size of your thighs when he’s rendering you immobile by tugging off his sleeveless tank in the next move.

You tremble like a leaf beneath him, feeling drunk on lust.

The silver of his chain and the purple of his amethyst glows against the bronze of his skin when he moves to straddles your waist in all his bare chested glory. His body is sculpted so deliciously – defined abdominal muscles beneath string pectorals, arms so sinewy you cannot resist running a hand over his forearms. Your other palm tentatively brushes his abs and he grips at your wrist, keeping your palm in place when you try to pull away.

He gives you a slow smile full of dark promises and you whimper. What switch have you accidentally flipped in him?

Your top is slowly pulled off your body, Jungkook’s palms immediately cupping your bra clad breasts and face dipping into your cleavage to lick at the soft mounds of your skin. You keen under him, body twisting in place at his teasing touches until he recedes and tugs both your bra cups down to engulf a nipple into his mouth.

“Jungkook, yes! Fuck!” you cry out, one hand winding in his hair and the other running up the bed to grip at your pillow.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word as he kisses down your abdomen, scraping his teeth against your navel as he goes, and simply looks up to meet your heavy lidded gaze with his own when he reaches the waistband of your jeans.

You suck your lower lip into your mouth and nod.

He shakes his head.

“Speak up,” he rasps into the skin of your stomach, opening his mouth to press a wet kiss right above your waistband.

Your breath stutters. “Ye—yes. Yes, Jungkook.”

His eyes darken at your words and hands immediately work on unbuttoning your jeans, which he pulls off you along with your underwear in one swift motion. He maps the expanse of your inner thighs with his large palms, pushing them apart to make space for his broad torso between your legs. The muscles in his back ripple, big shoulders nudging at your knees when he descends on you, and you hold back a pathetic tremor of want at the sight.

He doesn’t tease at all, suctioning his mouth over your clit immediately. You cry out from blinding pleasure, hands shooting up to cup over your mouth to muffle the sound.

Jungkook looks up, searing gaze travelling up your nearly naked body, lingering at your bare breasts, before he finally meets your eyes. His mouth glistens with your juices which he licks at with a tiny flick of his tongue, shooting a pulsating need straight to the very place he just moved his mouth off.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he murmurs, pressing a chaste, teasing kiss to your clit which makes your entire body shudder. He smirks, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “No one’s gonna question it if they hear you.”

You drily swallow, licking your lips at his words.

“Besides,” he continues in a lower timbre, “I like hearing you say my name like this.”

You look away from him, feeling shy under his unyielding stare that seems charged with promises of ruining you. You wouldn’t have associated such a sexually primed and seductive character jumping out of the seemingly innocent Changeling you met at that abandoned construction site. But there’s obviously stuff about Jungkook that you’ve assumed very wrongly.

Everything about this situation, in fact, is completely foreign to you and you feel intoxicated by how good this feels.

“Okay,” you breathe, a ghost of a smile on your lips. “Then hear your name, you shall.”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you before returning to your cunt, licking deep into your entrance immediately after which he swirls his tongue around your bundle of nerves. You fidget above him, whimpering and shaking with whispered pleas of his name, and he goes harder, adding two of his strong, beautiful fingers into the mix.

You moan out his name, thrashing against his face in complete abandon now as he fucks his fingers into you. He is moving them at just the right pace, curling them just right to hit you correctly, and you can feel your completion just within reach.

“Yeah, you close, baby?” he mumbles into you, dipping back in to give your clit a messy suckle before parting again to meet your barely open eyes. “Why don’t you come for me, then?”

He goes back to attach his mouth to your clit, flicking his tongue in perfect rhythm with his fingers moving inside you, and with a faint brush of his teeth against your sensitive bud, everything around you fades away – the fire in your abdomen comes to an apogee, slowly consuming you whole from the inside out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, because that is all you can do as you quickly approach your end.

Jungkook senses it too, fingers getting rougher and tongue getting messier with every stroke as he ravages you, grunting a scolding into your cunt every time you move your hips, until he finally moves his free hand up your body to deliver a hard slap to your tit.

“Ah, fuck—Jungkook—”

Your body draws tight, teetering teetering teetering – until you finally fall with another call of his name, doused in an ocean of pleasure. Your walls flutter around his digits, gripping them and releasing them, and you feel your arousal drip drown your thighs and ass to pool on the bedsheets beneath you.

Jungkook slurps at you for another couple of seconds before finally relenting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gets up and grips both your knees in his palms. You look at him with your breathing all over the place, undoubtedly looking extremely dishevelled and fucked out, but he still smiles at you with affectionate eyes and leans over to plant a firm kiss to your sternum.

“Okay?”

With a nod, you reach out to hold his arms and pull him atop you. You rake a hand through his hair when he leans over you, hooking a leg across his thigh. And then before he can think past your nails against his scalp, you yank at your leg and push at his chest with your free hand, effectively flipping the two of you over. Your ass lands on hips where you can feel him growing in his pants.

Jungkook looks at you with both his eyes and mouth wide open, hands hovering between the two of you.

You purse your lips to hold back a snicker. “What?”

“That,” he breathes out, “was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Fuck.”

You barely have any time to react until he reaches out to grip at your arms and crush your body against his, taking your lips into a passionate kiss. Your hands immediately cup his chiseled jaw, one of them wrapping around the back of his neck. His own hands leave your arms to reach behind you to unhook your bra and finally tug it off.

You lay completely naked on top of him while he still has his jeans on. It doesn’t sit well with you.

You part from his lips, grinning when he follows you with dazed eyes, and tug on the button of his jeans. You’re impatient and aroused, slippery wetness spreading everywhere, and you can only manage to peel his jeans and boxers off him enough to free his length from its confines.

Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. You aren’t the type to give adjectives to dicks, because well, as long as they serve their purpose, who cares, right? But apparently, there’s no part of Jungkook that wouldn’t be called attractive.

He gives a small groan when you touch him, eyes screwing shut when his cock brushes against your naked abdomen.

You wrap a hand around his impressive length, biting your lips at the sight of his tip already leaking precum. You wanna taste him so bad. But sucking him off would have to wait for another time because you feel like you would die if you had to spend another second without your cunt stuffed full of this cock.

You rise up to your knees, shuffling forward on Jungkook, and give me a needy whine when he opens his bleary eyes to look at you. “I need you in me right now.”

Jungkook hurriedly nods. “Get – get me in you, please. Please.”

You nearly moan at his words, not expecting him to plead, and quickly descend on him.

He slides right in through the arousal dripping out of you, bottoming out when you sit down and grind your ass into his hips again. You both let out broken, choked moans at the sensation, and you almost cannot breathe. He’s so fucking big and perfect and he fills you up so fucking good that all you want to do is clench around him and drown in the feeling of your walls molding around his veiny, girthy cock.

But Jungkook has desperation etched on his face and reaches out to grab both sides of your waist. “Move. Please.”

And so you do – lifting yourself up just a little and sitting back down, sighing in pleasure when his tip hits all your sensitive spots. Jungkook takes one hand off you to brace it on the bed next to him, holding you tighter with the other, and slides up the bed—taking your dick-stuffed self along—so that he’s not fully horizontally reclined but slightly inclined.

You stare at him, motionless. What is he…?

He winks at you, jerking his hips up and you shriek at the sudden movement, a layer of heat roils through your body. You lean forward, supporting both your palms on his chest – he snags the opportunity to crane his neck towards you to smack his lips against yours in a quick kiss.

This position apparently gives him better leverage, because as you start to rock your hips against him again, you can feel him thrusting upwards in tandem with your movements. The depths he reaches in you pull little whines out of you at nearly every thrust, and it isn’t long before you’re a panting mess above him, hair thrown every which way.

“Jungkook,” you manage to croak out, “I’m…”

The rest of your sentence dissolves into a moan when he reaches up to tweak one of your nipples between his deft fingers. His other hand reaches further up to press against the nape of your neck, fingers climbing across your back to grip at a hefty tuft of your hair. Your head arches back when he pulls, the stinging in your scalp travelling across your nerve endings as a blend of pain and pleasure.

"Come, baby," he whispers to you almost secretly, his words floating between the two of you and slowly seeping into your body in the form of the command that they're probably not meant as. “Come all over me, come one.”

You've never taken commands before either, but you've accepted that Jungkook just has this power over you that turns you into everything you’ve never been before, and you’ve just stopped questioning it.

You move faster on his cock, dragging yourself off it and then grinding back down in a flurry of moves until the waves of pleasure start to layer one on top of the other. He lets go of your hair to grab your waist with a hand, the other still working on the tip of your breast.

“I’m there, I’m there, I’m – fuck, Jungkook!”

Jungkook pushes his hips against you, and in two more strokes, you explode – back arching up, pushing both your tits into Jungkook's awaiting hands while your cunt clenches around his cock. With a combination of sounds that loosely resemble his name, your body bucks over his and you float through your earth shattering climax.

"Fuck, baby, you're squeezing me so fucking hard – shit!"

Jungkook’s low pitched grunts add onto the euphoria you’ve slipped into and you roll your hips into his to ride out the last of the waves of your orgasm. When you open your eyes, you find Jungkook’s face twisted in pleasure. His eyebrows are scrunched and lips pulled away from his teeth.

You shudder at the his erotic beauty. You want to make him feel what you just did.

Determined, you lower your face to his chest to drag your tongue over his collarbones and then bring it lower to run it over his nipples. At his responding shiver, you bite his dainty silver chain between your teeth, letting your lips brush over his sternum. Your hands move down from his shoulders to rest on his abdomen, the tips of your fingers reaching up to flutter over his nipples.

You sit back up, relishing his raggedy moans. And then you let his pendant drop from your mouth in exchange for your hand that moves up to wrap over his throat. You tighten your grip just enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. And when he moans, you have to bite your lip to hold your own back.

“You like that, baby?” you husk, choking him harder.

Jungkook moans out a guttural confirmation. You whimper at his fucked out state, dragging your nails all over his chest and abs.

“God, you look so fucking sexy like this,” you mewl, completely out of it at this point. “Fill me up, baby. Fuck me full of your cum – shit, please…”

Your urging seems to undo something in Jungkook, because he suddenly opens his eyes to stare dead into yours and grips your hips with both your hands.

“You want my cum, baby? Want me to paint this pretty little cunt with my seed?” he grunts, all gravelly and intense, and your body heats up once again.

Fuck him and his filthy fucking mouth that keeps surprising you all the damn time.

Teeth clenched tight at the sight of his slitted eyes and sharp jawline, you nod. “Yes, yes! Please, Jungkook!”

Your grip on his throat loosens, and he uses that opportunity to grasp both your wrists in one of his hands and pull, making you fall onto his body, breasts smashed up against his hard chest. He then does what you did to him before and hooks a leg onto yours to flip the two of you over.

No sooner has your head hit the pillow than he pulls out of you to flip you on your stomach, immediately grabbing at your hips to line up your entrance with his length. A hand presses down on your upper back, giving you no room to raise your head up, and suddenly he’s inside you again – fucking you harder and faster than you were fucking yourself on him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re sexy from every dam angle…”

You muffle your screams into the pillow, bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“I’m gonna stuff you full with my cum, baby,” he pants above you, breathing as labored as your own. “But first, I need you to squeeze me hard one more time, yeah? Need you to come once more.”

You try to speak, but your tongue feels swollen in your mouth and you can just madly nod in response. Jungkook is satisfied enough, though, and humming, he drags his palm down your body to reach your head, gripping at your hair once again.

“Fuck!” you cry out, partly from the pain and partly because he fucks you even harder like this, your back curved down in a dip and head pulled back by his grip on your hair.

Your breasts dangle beneath you, every brush they make against the sheets sending sparks through your sensitive body. Jungkook’s fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, holding you in place as he mounts you. His hips snap against yours with a vigour, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust and the onslaught of all the sensations drags you up to the pinnacle, and a few more nudges of his tip against the sensitive spot deep inside you have you’re toppling over the edge again. Your fists clench in the sheets, ass pushing back against Jungkook and a long, drawn out wail escapes you.

“Fuck, baby, yes – give it to me, shit, you’re gonna milk me dry!” Jungkook sounds as fucked out as you feel, his voice turning breathy.

Your entire body spasms on his cock, teeth chattering by the ferocity of your orgasm, and he lets go of your hair in favor of pulling you up to press his front against your back, now fucking up into you.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Ye-yes, Kook, come – come in me, fuck.” Your words, your whole body is jittery, knees ready to give out. You lick your lips, trying to gather your bearings and failing miserably. “Fill me up, baby!”

A curse is grunted into your hair, Jungkook’s grip on you becoming so harsh it may bruise. His chest convulses against you, hips pushing firmly up into you once again and then he whines your name, letting his forehead drop freely onto your shoulder. Warmth fills up your core in time with his jerky movements as he releases into you.

After a couple of extended seconds, he maneuvers the two of you to lay down side by side. Your back is still attached to him when he slips out of you and relaxes, his warm, heavy breath washing over your bare shoulders.

Silence falls upon the two of you when your breathing has evened out.

And that is when you realise.

You… really went ahead and had sex with him.

Jungkook. The Changeling you met for the first time less than twenty four hours ago. You had sex with… him.

Weren’t you wary of him because you weren’t completely certain he wasn’t a spy from Interpol? What the hell happened to that chain of thoughts?

You try to tell yourself that it was his blood that had you so aroused and mindless but you know that isn’t true. Aphrodisiacs only work on aggravating feelings of lust that are already there.

You wanted Jungkook the second you set your eyes on him, who are you kidding. And the time you spent getting to know him only made you fonder and more trusting of him, to the point where you want to cuddle into him and rest, right now.

Jungkook clearing his throat breaks you out of your thoughts. You turn around in your place, resting your cheek against his bicep when you face him. A smile curls on your lips when you meet his hesitant eyes.

“Hi,” he breathes, a tiny smile of his own growing on his face.

“Hello,” you murmur back, suddenly feeling demure in the wake of acknowledging your attraction towards this guy that extends beyond physical needs.

His eyebrows jump when you fidget nervously. “How do you feel?”

You blink at his question, brain suddenly flooding with his grunts and sexily scrunched up eyebrows.

Jungkook scans your face and his eyes slowly widen. “What…are you thinking about?”

You grin at him. “What did you expect me to think about with a question like that? I feel a bit sore, but a lot sated. Although my left nipple—”

“Oh my God, stop!” Jungkook yelps, eyes widened in alarm even as he chuckles. “That is – that’s not what I meant!"

He gives you an offended look, shifting away from you to tuck himself back into his underwear and trousers. You stifle a laugh at his state, lazily running your foot over the bed sheet to hook your toe in your top and pluck it off the bed to throw it over your body. How is this the same guy who just fucked the living daylights out of you?

"How does your energy level feel?" he asks you after buttoning his trousers up.

He has foregone wearing his shirt, choosing to lay back on the bed with just his skin tight jeans and his amethyst pendant resting atop his glowing skin. Welp, yeah, he’s definitely the guy who just fucked the living daylights out of you. You lick your lips at the tempting view he presents you with, slowing down in the pursuit of your underwear. When your gaze finishes its journey across his abs and up his chest to finally land on his face, you find him with an eyebrow quirked at you.

Oh God, he was watching you. And he looks so amused, fuck.

You look away, flustered, untangling your underwear from your jeans to quickly put it on.

“I, uh, I feel fine. Really good, actually,” you answer his question without looking at him. “Although…why did you do that, Jungkook? You really didn’t have to, you know?”

Jungkook shakes his head even before you’re done talking. “No, I absolutely had to. You looked so out of it, God. I thought you were…”

He trails off, face falling at the recollection. You watch his throat move on a swallow.

You give him a faint smile, unable to resist reaching forth to cup his cheek even when you don’t understand where the urge comes from. “I’m okay now, Jungkook. You, uh… you saved me, I guess.”

You somewhat struggle to accept the fact even when you know it to be a hundred percent true. Something blooms in your chest where a human heart is supposed to beat, and everything about it makes you nervous. You're worried Jungkook would quiz you on your awkward behaviour, but are grateful to find him looking still a bit lost. He nods, nevertheless, giving you a sad stare. You check his wounds, clicking your tongue at the one in his neck. A lot of blood has smeared all around it.

“You should wash up. And have, uh, have some food. It’ll help you heal quicker.” You squint in thought. “You take… capsules, did you say?”

Jungkook chuckles. “Yes.”

He gets up to use the washroom, returning within seconds with his neck and wrists all cleaned up. He then extracts a small bottle from the back pocket of his jeans and proceeds to pop a golden colored pill into his mouth. Wow, a literal, actual capsule then. Huh.

He comes back to join you on the bed and you both proceed to lie in comfortable silence for a while. You eye the clock on the wall which displays a few minutes after three of the night. You hum in thought, recalling Jungkook’s words about not staying in the same place for too long.

“How much longer?” you question him, and he turns to blink at you in confusion. You rush to elaborate, “um, us, I mean. Us – staying here. How much longer can we be here until they track you?”

Jungkook tilts his head to a side in thought. “We can wait till the morning.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s already past three. We can wait for three to four hours, no worries.”

You nod. It pisses you off that you still don’t know why Interpol is after him. Can it really be worse than what you did? You don’t believe so.

Then what?

“Why do you keep dodging when I ask you why you’re running?” you suddenly ask him, surprising yourself as much as you do him.

You were in the middle of a mental monologue, not really intending to ask him that out loud. You’re preparing to take it back and apologise for making him uncomfortable. You stop when you look at him, though.

Because this time, Jungkook doesn’t look awkward or shifty. He has a forlorn look on his face and simply sighs at your words.

“Well. You remember the woman we took blood from yesterday?”

God, as if you could ever forget her. You nod.

“This happened five months ago. I had received orders to hunt that woman’s husband down to take his place and send him to the Changeling Court. But when I got here…” Jungkook trails off, face overcome with a troubled expression. “When I got here, her husband was already dying of a chronic illness.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh? That must’ve made your job easier, then.”

Jungkook grimaces. “Objectively, maybe. But… the woman, she – she recognised that I was a Changeling. She begged me to let her spend some more time with her husband before I took him away. I gave her a month and made her promise that she won’t try to run away. I told her I’d wipe her memories afterwards so that she won’t remember anything about the exchange. I hid it all from the Court, though, just told them the woman was sharp and I had to map out a plan to fool her. They believed me. I hid in Tae’s hotel and bided my time.”

He exhales, looking completely crestfallen and defeated.

“When I returned to her place a month later, she had killed her husband to prevent me from taking him away.”

You gasp at the revelation, horrified eyes tracking the despondent way in which Jungkook runs a hand through his hair.

“She made a promise to me and then betrayed me. She probably didn’t know the consequences it had for me. The Queen was furious when she found out I’d failed to bring a human in. She immediately sentenced me to a hundred years of jail.”

Your jaw drops. “A hundred years?”

Jungkook morosely nods. “So I ran. Stayed with Tae for a few weeks, hidden under the scent of sex he spreads all around the place. I punished that woman by not erasing her memories so that she’d always remember killing her own husband. And also turning her into a blood bank for all my Vampire friends.”

You snort at that, recalling the blood extraction supplies you’d seen at her place.

But then you stop.

Frown.

Frown harder.

Did he say he ran from the… Queen?

“Jungkook. Do you mean to tell me that the Changeling Court is after you and not…?”

Jungkook gives you a toothy, mischievous grin. “I never said I was running from the Interpol, babe. You just assumed.”

You’re housing with Jungkook in an abandoned cottage in Barcelona, a week after the Palm Bay incident. Or, like, a week after you had sex for the first time. For the first time needs to be indicated, because it has happened again, multiple times, by now. Has become sort of a common occurrence between the two of you, in fact, because the compatibility and sexual chemistry that you have has made you somewhat ravenous for each other.

Even now, at the ass crack of dawn, you’re basking in post-orgasmic bliss because you don’t need sleep and Jungkook is horny at all times. Your hand traces mindless patterns on his bare chest, playing with his amethyst.

You hum in thought.

“You never really gave me a detailed account of how this stone works, you know. The other day you said you would.”

Jungkook breathes in deeply at your question, peering down at you and then at the gemstone in question. Then he sighs.

“I’d have to tell you about my entire history. Beginning from my birth.”

Your eyes widen in curiosity. “And why would that make my interest not pique more?”

Jungkook gives a fond chuckle, running his palm up and down your bare upper arm before he looks up at the ceiling of the wooden cottage and begins.

“My dad was a Warlock. I was born – I am the result of Changeling stealing.”

You freeze. “What?”

Jungkook gives you a sad smile, shrugging. “My dad found out something was off when Mom got pregnant. With his powers, he could tell she was pregnant with a non-human baby. He confronted her and she told him the truth.”

His smile falls, face growing incredibly sadder.

“He left, then. Left her five months pregnant in his house, surrounded by his things, and never returned.”

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you mumble, moving up to brush a soft kiss against his downturned lips.

He flashes you a forced smile. “It’s okay. I’m okay, I’ve never even seen him. I don’t even know him.”

He looks down at his chest and picks up the pendant with his free hand.

“This was given to me by another Warlock. He’s been my guardian, here on earth. Because I’m a hybrid, I apparently had the potential of being a very dangerous Changeling. He gave me this stone to prevent that from happening. My powers as a Fae are locked in when I wear this. I can never do anything truly sinister when I have this on. I don’t know if you saw it, but I took it off that night, when we went to get blood from that woman.”

You gape at him, trying to join the dots. You’d been so lost in gazing at how sexy he looked back then that you had, indeed, totally missed him taking the necklace off.

“If you ever see me without it, be very wary.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m a Vampire that slaughtered five-hundred people because she was pissed. I don’t think it’s me that needs to be wary here.”

He chuckles at that, cuddling you closer into his side. You look up at his chiseled face.

"My dad's friend is the Warlock I wanted to see for this whole runaway situation. He's why we've come to Barcelona.",

You nod, humming in understanding.

“Does the – does your Queen know of your origin? Is that why she was so mad at your failure and wrote you such a harsh sentence?”

A wry chuckle escapes him at your question. “Precisely,” he says in response, not adding another word of explanation.

You scrunch up your nose. “Why doesn’t she simply kick you out of the species and let the Interpol deal with you?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “The Fae never let Interpol into these matters, let alone Changelings. We’re more secretive than the rest of the Fae, you know. Besides…” A smirk ticks up his cheek. “I think the Queen would sooner die than hand her only son over to the police.”

You open your mouth to retort—

Wait. What did he just say?

Your brain’s fuse blows and you sit up, all in your naked glory, and turn to stare at Jungkook in utter disbelief.

No. No way.

“No fucking way, Jungkook…”

At his coy shrug, you pounce.

“Ow, fuck! Baby, no – ow, stop—”

Both your fists rain furious punches all over his naked chest.

“You asshole!”

You twist his nipple, flick at his forehead.

“You’re the – you’re the Prince of the Changelings and—”

You dig your elbow into his side and he skids away from you, giggling at the ticklish sensation. You straddle him, pussy falling flat over his abs, and capture both his wrists in your hands.

“You motherfu—ah!”

Jungkook suddenly surges forward to pull one of your nipples into his mouth, using your grip on his arms as leverage to tug you closer. He massages the little bud with his teeth and you instantly leak a puddle on his abs.

Jungkook notices immediately, letting go of your tit with a low whistle. “Wow, making a mess on me already and I barely even touched you?”

You clench yourself tightly to keep your arousal from spilling out more, but unfortunately, that is not how biology works and you keep drenching his body in your juices. When you give up and just let yourself sit comfortably on his stomach, the grooves of his abs mesh against your swollen cunt. With a muted gasp, you try to move an inch back and then slide forward on his abdomen, your body heating up at the delicious friction his tight muscles provide you with.

Jungkook’s gaze darkens when he notices what you’re trying to do. He clicks his tongue, a salacious smirk working over his lips.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you? No matter how much I keep you stuffed full of my dick all the time, you want more not an hour after I pull out.”

You shiver at his filthy words, walls fluttering around nothing.

“This greedy little pussy just can’t stand to be empty, huh?” he harshly hisses, bringing a hand forward to press his thumb to your clit which he has a full view of from his vantage point.

“Yes! Fuck! Don’t wanna be empty…can’t be empty. You fuck me so good, Kook…”

He smirks at you and flexes his abs, and you screech out a curse. “I’m not even fucking you and you’re leaking everywhere. My filthy baby. Ready to fuck herself on my abs, huh?”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth. “You have a very sexy body, Jungkook.”

“Uh huh, so sexy you turn into a shameless slut at the sight of it?”

You whimper your acceptance of the fact, nod your head, and begin to rub yourself back and forth on his abs.

Jungkook releases small gasps of wonder in time with your movements, one hand coming up to support your waist and the other running up and down your body. He fondles your tit for a while, cupping the mound, and flicks his thumb across your nipple. Then his palm moves down, sliding down your abdomen to grip the soft flesh of your thigh.

You absolutely lose your mind over the perfectly harsh friction his abs create for your sensitive core, grinding yourself down on him as you slide back and forth.

"Fuck, what a perfect sight," Jungkook sighs, voice coming out throaty.

You choke back a sob from how desperately turned on you are at the perfect sight before you. Jungkook is a real piece of art – all sculpted face and body, voice of an angel and sexual prowess of the Devil.

"Delicious little baby, soaking me up in her delicious juices…"

When his lustful stare attaches to the place where your pussy is rubbing on him, you come undone, barely registering his thumb that comes in to rub your clit when your hips rise off him in the throes of your climax.

“Jungkook, Jungkook – fuck—baby! Fuck – fuck!”

His thumb doesn't let up, though, and your body is dunked in an ocean of pleasure when another orgasm hits you on top of the previous one you hadn't ridden out wholly yet. You thrash around, drowning and sinking into bliss before crashing against the shore when Jungkook collects your spent body in his arms and cuddles you on top of him.

Your body vibrates with aftershocks of the powerful double orgasm you just had, trembling at intervals, and little whines escape your throat each time a shiver passes through you.

"Rest, love, rest," Jungkook coos at you, his large palm rubbing your back up and down.

"Jungkook, we…"

He hums in question and you try to focus hard on what you were gonna say to him before you got on top of him and let lust get the better of you. You clear your throat when it comes back, trying to ward the fuzz off your head enough for you to find the right words to express your thoughts.

"We can force the – the Interpol to get involved."

Jungkook makes a noise of surprise. "You were thinking about Interpol, right now? What sort of a weird kink is this, baby?"

You smack a lazy palm against his shoulder, whining when he chuckles.

"Gosh, I’m sorry, I'm sorry! Okay, we can force the Interpol to get involved. How?"

You lift your cheek off his chest to put your chin in its place. You grin at his cautious stare.

"Let's get married."

Jungkook's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "WHAT?"

"Hear me out! I'm the Interpol's most wanted, they'll have to intervene if you marry me. But you're the Changeling Prince, so they won't be able to just arrest your bride. And your mom won't be able to put you in jail with Interpol's eyes on you." You waggle your brows at his gaping mouth. "A win-win for all."

Jungkook pauses for a moment, as if to deliberate. You don’t blame him for taking his time, the wedding-thing sounds a bit too much to you, too.

But just as you’re about to take it back and try to, like, suck his dick or something, he shakes his head in what seems like disbelief. "I can't believe how much sense that made. When did you even think—no, you know what? You should ride my abs more. It obviously releases some genius juice in your brain."

You giggle at him. "Your gracious offer is very welcome and accepted with pleasure. But, we should talk to an expert before going through with this. Let's ask someone smart and experienced."

Your eyes brighten just as his widen. You're both thinking the same thing.

"Let's ask your dad's friend!"

Namjoon literally looks the same age as you and Jungkook, and you cannot figure out how he could be a friend of Jungkook's father. But he is, and his looks are apparently a result of some age potion he and Jungkook's father brewed, back in the time.

His office is so basic and organised, it could pass off as a professor's if it weren't for the actual titles of the book that line three out of the four walls in this space. Most of them are Grimoires and all of them are dark colored and leather bound.

Namjoon himself sits back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of his mouth. His grey hair falls onto his forehead, the loose fitted, Bohemian print blue shirt he wears giving off more a Shaman vibe to you than a legitimate Warlock, but you try not to judge. Jungkook has proven to be nothing like what you expected him to be. You must keep your views for the rest of the world open like that, too.

“It’s doable,” are the first words he utters.

You turn to Jungkook to find him goggling at Namjoon the way you are. He had been silently contemplating for the past five-something minutes, ever since you and Jungkook filled him in with the plan-ish something you two came up with in your horny states.

“It is? For real?” Jungkook is quick to ask, leaning over the table that Namjoon has an immaculate display of rocks and crystals over. You’ve been standing a safe distance away from it, and given the way panic runs over the man’s face at Jungkook’s movement, maybe you’ve been doing the right thing. “We just came up with, uh…”

He looks towards you, as if to ask you to help him communicate better, but he has to be crazy, right? All you can think of is his abs and how they feel against your pussy. You hope to God that Namjoon cannot read minds or you’d have to jump off a cliff.

“I can’t read minds but I sure can read faces,” Namjoon grumbles in disgust. “And discern smells. Can you both stop thinking about sex for three minutes? You’re making this place stink up so bad, ugh.”

Namjoon proceeds to light an incense stick and a scented candle with the same matchstick, while you try to sniff the air and it just smells like… sandalwood? Jasmine? Pine? Fuck, you’re worse at odors than someone in your profession should be.

“Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook guiltily mumbles with the face of a chastised five years old.

“Your mother will be furious, Jungkook. But she won’t really be able to stop you.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook gives a soft smile, his gaze hanging midair. “But… you know she’s still in love with dad, hyung? Still has a picture of him hanging in her bedchambers. I don’t think she’ll be able to stay angry for long. Her loving someone out of her species failed. I feel like she will want me to succeed.”

Despite knowing the kind of life Changelings live and being fully aware of the fact that the Queen is the one who orders all of it, your heart still breaks for Jungkook’s mother. Your gaze catches an agonizing look on Namjoon's face before he quickly wipes it off.

“I know, Kookie,” he says with an exhale. “And I hope that is the stand she takes. Interpol will most certainly come for her, though,” Namjoon adds, tilting his chin towards you.

Jungkook puffs his chest out. “As her husband, I’ll force them into a compromise. Everyone’s scared of the Fae. And I’m the freaking Changeling Prince. I’ll even take the necklace off for good measure.”

He sounds like a whole badass and you kinda wanna jump his bones at his possessiveness. Maybe it should be weird – you've only known each other for less than ten days and haven’t really labelled your relationship through all the fucking; you two are thinking of getting married to stop people from chasing you across the world to put you both in jail. Everything about this is so unconventional, that Jungkook talking possessively about you should be weird. But it somehow isn't. You're somehow liking it. A lot.

You know you aren’t in love with him – it’s definitely, definitely way too soon for that. But you can very much see yourself careening headfirst towards it with every passing passage of time.

“Huh.” Namjoon squints at Jungkook. “If only they knew what a goofball you actually are, kid.”

You nod your head rapidly, jumping closer to Namjoon’s desk. “Right?”

“You see it, too, right?”

“God, yes. The first time I met him, I thought he was a hatchling of some giant creatures’ species!”

“I know, right? I totally get it! He looks like such a manchild, doesn't he?”

“What the… hell, you two? Stop—”

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