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honeyhoneyboy · 3 years

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Sweeter than Sweet (4)

Pairing: Jimin x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: None to note.

Word count: 2.1K

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*Chapter edited as of 27/04/21*

“Mine.”

Hoseok laughs in the face of Jimin’s anger. Feigning innocence, he holds his hands up in the air, a ring on each slender finger.

“Relax, Jiminie,“ he says, all easy smiles. He leans back into his seat and stretches his arms out across the back of the booth, unphased. “I was only playing.” He winks at you. “No hard feelings?” You can’t help but laugh at Hoseok’s blasé attitude; he may be a rogue but he’s a charming one, no doubt.

Jimin huffs in irritation and it’s only then, feeling the rise of fall of his chest, that you realise you’re still holding onto him; side pressed against his, your wrist encircled by his fingers. You let go in a hurry but not before smoothing out the creases you’ve left in his shirt, swallowing hard at the firmness of his body is beneath your fingertips. Cautious, you lift your gaze, breath catching as your eyes meet.

You’d half convinced yourself that your memory had over-exaggerated Jimin’s good looks, but that now that he’s here in front of you you realise that that’s really not the case. You’re just as spellbound - just as lost for words; incapable of taking your eyes off of him regardless of the intimidating scowl with which he regards you. His eyes may be narrowed but they’re still so pretty, even with his plump lips drawn so tight. He’s terrifying, yes, but beautiful nonetheless.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jimin hisses, shaking you by the arm. “Do you have a death wish?” Under his scrutinising glare, you wilt.

In spite of his questions, Jimin seems to have no intention of letting you speak. As soon as you’ve opened your mouth he’s cutting you short, rounding on Hoseok.

“And you,” he snaps, gesturing toward Eve. “You’re just as reckless.” You anxiously scan the room as Jimin lectures the other vampire, checking for Eve’s companions. Between the writhing bodies that fill the dance floor you find one of them; a slim brunette who’s grimacing as she takes off her shoes. You watch her mouth move as she calls something out to the others, pointing towards your booth.

“Jimin?“ Too busy scolding Hoseok to hear your soft call Jimin ignores you, his jaw clenching as Hoseok laughs off his accusation of having eyes far bigger than his stomach.

You try again, louder this time.

“Jimin!” With a huff of irritation, his gaze snaps back towards you. “We need to go.” You tilt your head meaningfully towards the approaching group of girls and as Jimin turns to look his eyes widen, alarmed.

“Move!” he barks, and you’re not sure whether it’s Hoseok or you that he’s addressing but you find yourself being dragged along anyway, Jimin skillfully navigating his way across the dance floor between then crowds ‘till you reach the club doors.

The rain is pouring as you step outside, the cold so bracing that it brings the three of you to a pause under the glow of the nearby streetlights. Side by side you stand, temporarily frozen until a sudden scream slices through the hum of chatter around you. You glance back over your shoulder, eyes wide with alarm as your pulse begins to race. Turning your gaze to Jimin, you instinctively look to him for instruction.

Unshaken, he pulls a car key from the depths of his pocket and across the street the lights of a sleek, black car flash, unlocked.

“Hyung,” Jimin calls out to the auburn-haired vampire crossing the street ahead of you at a jog, his designer shoes splashing through puddles. “Drive!” Hoseok catches the key that’s thrown to him effortlessly, throwing open the car door and sliding into the driver’s seat in one smooth, fluid motion. Jimin follows suit, letting go of your arm to run on ahead, and it’s only as he’s climbing into the backseat and about to shut the door in your face that it dawns on you that he’s intending to leave you behind.

“Jimin!” you call desperately, grabbing onto the slippery door handle with both hands before he has the chance to slam it shut. “Take me with you.”

It’s raining so hard now it’s soaked right through your clothes - hair plastered to your skin and water dripping from the end of your nose - but you’ll be damned if you let go. Not when this might’ve been your one and only chance to find him again.

Jimin’s about to refuse - you can tell by the frown that furrows his brow at your request - but any argument he might’ve been about to make is drowned by a cacophony of noise that erupts behind you; shouts and screams and demands for you to stop. Glancing over your shoulder, you see a group of men stalking towards the car and feel your panic rising with every step they take.

“Please!” you plead, widening your eyes. You watch as Jimin’s eyes dart to the side to look past you, flicker back to your face and then behind again, hesitating for just a moment longer before finally grabbing onto your hand and pulling you inside.

The car door slams, tyres screeching as you make your getaway, and the angry voices that’d been so deafening just a moment ago are quickly left behind.

Several minutes pass and neither Jimin or Hoseok say a word nor take a look in your direction. The atmosphere inside the car is so stifling that you’re thankful when Hoseok starts singing quietly to himself in the front; it’s the only thing that breaks the silence - the only light reprieve.

Sat staring ahead at the headrest in front of you, the adrenaline that’d had your pulse pounding so furiously starts to slowly fade away. Without it, the cold that it’d kept at bay permeates right down to your core - soaks through your skin just like the rain saturating your clothes - and a sudden dizziness overcomes you, forcing your eyes to close. You wrap your arms around yourself in a futile attempt to keep warm and lift your feet up off the floor of the car to rest your forehead on your knees, taking breaths that are steady, deep and slow.

“Your address.” You jump when Jimin finally speaks, vision blurring as your eyes pop open, head snapping up. Sat right over the other side of the backseat of the car, Jimin stares out through the window. Dressed all in black, it’d be a struggle to make him out if it weren’t for the occasional passing streetlamp that illuminates his face. "Give Hoseok your address,” he reiterates as you blink, bringing his silhouette into clearer focus. “He’ll take you home."

Home? Somehow just the thought of going back to your tiny apartment all alone makes you feel even colder. Would you ever get the chance to see either of them again if you say goodbye tonight? You can’t imagine they’ll be risking going back to the same spot again any time soon.

“I don’t want to go home,” you say hesitantly, voice soft and small. Your intention isn’t to make Jimin angry with your refusal - certainly not after having seen how frightening he can look - but you won’t sit here and pretend that you’re happy about the idea. Jimin huffs impatiently, tilting his head to rest against the window.

“Then what do you want?” he asks with a sigh, still avoiding your gaze.

What do you want? When you’d left your apartment tonight your only goal had been finding Jimin; what you’d planned on doing after that hadn’t even crossed your mind. You’re unsure, uncertain, and yet somehow… unafraid. Despite everything that Jimin did to you, you remain as drawn to him as ever.

You hesitate a moment longer, mulling over the words you’re about to say before finally mustering the courage to let them loose.

“I’d like to stay with you.” Jimin’s whole posture stiffens, sitting up straight. "If you’ll let me." He twists to face you, staring at you as though you’ve lost your mind.

“I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t.” He leans toward you slightly, eyes narrow and menacing, and the closer he gets the more your heart rate rises.

“An extra few seconds and I would have.” Jimin’s gaze flickers to your throat and you reflexively lick your lips, nervous. He sneers at the gesture and backs off, scoffing. "Why would I even want you?” Jimin’s bluntness hurts but you have to admit that it’s a valid question. What could possibly motivate him to want to keep you around? To a vampire like Jimin - immortal, dangerous, beautiful - you’re probably nothing more than a walking feed bag.

“You could feed off of me,” you say suddenly, the words tumbling out of your mouth before your brain has the chance to tell you it’s a bad idea. Jimin’s lips part, surprise wiping the smear from his face. “You probably won’t be able to go back there for a while-“

“We’ve got plenty of blood to last.”

“You said…” Thinking back to that night, you remember the words Jimin had groaned against your neck before he began to feed. “… that I was sweet.” Jimin’s jaw visibly tenses, encouraging you to take a gamble with what you’re about to say next. “That my blood tastes sweet. You wouldn’t like some more?” Your voice is barely above a whisper but you know Jimin hears you just fine. His neutral expression slips as he licks his lips again, eyeing your throat before fixing you in a stare so intense it has your thighs clenching together.

It only lasts for but a moment. Jimin smirks, rolling his eyes away.

“You can barely stand you’re so weak,” he accuses, “If I Iost control for even a second, it’d kill you.”

Jimin falls quiet, the sound of the windscreen wipers thumping back and forth the only thing to break the silence. Your fingers twist nervously in your lap as you wait for his reply; just about sure he’s about to refuse you entirely when Jimin twists back around in his seat. His smirk is gone, replaced by genuine curiosity.

“Why so willing to risk your life for this?”

A beat passes. You swallow thickly, turning to look out of the window at the world rushing by rather than meet Jimin’s searching stare.

Admitting it to yourself is one thing, but admitting it out loud?

“I liked it.” Despite the cold a blush still manages to fill your cheeks as you turn back to him, biting your lip to keep your teeth from chattering inside your mouth. “When you fed off of me,” you whisper, “I liked it.”

Hoseok - having minded his own business till now - suddenly chimes in from the front seat, whistling tunefully.

“You’ve got a keeper there, Jiminie.” Jimin scowls at the back of Hoseok’s head.

“Stay out of this,” he snaps before turning back to you, running his hand through his hair. The movement is bewitching, and absently you wonder if Jimin realises just how attractive even the simplest of his gestures can be. “You’re crazy.”

“Oh I’m well aware,” you laugh, more than happy to admit it. You’ve spent the last few days thinking the same thing, after all. “I mean, at the time, yes I was afraid, and yes it hurt for a little while but at that moment, right before everything went dark…” You shrug your shoulders loosely. You’ve already made peace with the fact that none of this makes sense. “Jimin… I’d never felt more alive.”

You watch each other for a moment, the weight of your confession resting heavily in the air. Eventually, Jimin sighs.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. What you’re asking for.” His voice is soft, all trace of anger well and truly gone as he rubs his head, weary. “You know what we are - what we do - and you want to live with us? Vampires?” He emphasises the word with a growl, narrowing his eyes threateningly. It doesn’t scare you in the way you assume he hopes it will; you remain unflinching, unafraid. "And not just me or Hobi-hyung, there’s seven of us.”

“It’s not as if you’d share,” Hoseok interrupts with a scoff, unable to help himself. Jimin shoots a look at the elder vampire in the mirror, feigning annoyance despite the way the corner of his mouth is twitching to resist a smile.

“You’d have to leave everything-“

“There’s not much to leave,” you retort with a smile, and suddenly, for the first time, Jimin smiles too. He exhales a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” Your smile grows in knowing that, for now, you’ve gotten your way. Maybe you’ll come to regret this in the future - maybe not - but right now, with this wonderful warmth you feel blossoming inside you at the sight of Jimin’s smile, you simply can’t imagine ever wanting to change to your mind - to ever want to leave Jimin’s side.

Imaginary warmth is no replacement for the real thing, however, and your body is quick to remind you of that. Unable to stop the shaking of your limbs any longer, you close your eyes and wrap your quivering arms around yourself even tighter than before, holding yourself together.

“You’re soaked through,” Jimin observes as if the thought has only just occurred to him. You suppose rain must be inconsequential to a vampire like Jimin, cold-blooded as he is. “Hyung, pass me that.” You open your eyes just in time to see Jimin shifting closer to you with a jacket in hand, strands of hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. The material looks expensive - intricate patterns of silver thread embroidered into deep black satin - but expensive or not, Jimin seems to think nothing of placing it over you. True, it may not exactly be warm but at least it’s dry, and such an unexpected gesture of kindness makes you sigh in contentment, enveloped by the scent of Jimin’s cologne.

All too soon, exhaustion overcomes you, your eyes falling closed as sleep pulls you under. You’re not sure if you’re dreaming it later on; the feel of a tentative hand brushing back your hair and a sweet voice telling you you’re home.

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honeyhoneyboy · 3 years

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afternoon delight

warning: nsfw, contains smut, soft sex.

You open your eyes to find Wonho looking at you; his body illuminated by the gentle glow of the afternoon sun. The scintillating, almost heavenly, light dyes his hair and eyelashes a golden brown. His eyes are sparkling like a thousand stars were trapped behind them. He smells of aftershave and musk, a clean, sensual scent that draws you in. He was so gorgeous. You feel yourself warm up, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, as he smiles softly at you, noticing that you've finally woken up.

He's lying with his head on your lap as you're sitting in bed with your legs stretched out. You must've dozed off while you were stroking his hair back from his face with gentle fingers, fingers which were still softly brushing through his dark locks subconciously in your slumber. "You know, you look very beautiful when you sleep," he says, with the sweetest smile on his face, playing with the hem of your blouse. Your face heats up at his words, his low voice a pleasant lullaby that threatens to coax your eyes closed.

You gasp when you feel him lift the hem of your blouse up and blow a raspberry on your stomach. "Wonho! Stop it," You whine, as you look down to see his eyes glimmering playfully. He was such a tease, sometimes - actually stratch that - most of the time. He gets up to pull you down into a lying position and climbs in between your legs, stopping at where your stomach is still exposed. Your hands move to cover yourself but Wonho's faster, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and holding them above your head. He's now face to face with you, hair falling over his face, tickling your forehead.

Your initial surprise quickly fades into desire as you stare at his gorgeous face up close. Your eyes travel down to his pouty lips and back to his eyes. Taking the hint, he leans down, taking your lips in his. He presses his whole body down on yours carefully, kiss deepening as his free hand traces your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, down your side to rest on your exposed hip. His fingers feel warm and soft brushing against your skin as you bite on his bottom lip slightly, pulling it with your teeth.

As he pulls away, you see his face is flushed, his eyes still a twinkling expanse of the night sky, but much darker now with a glint of lust. You're holding your breath with anticipation of what he's going to do next. His arm snakes behind you to wrap around your waist and pull your lower body up closer to his. He lets go of your wrists, his hand travelling down your body and into your panties. You whimper when his fingers brush your clit, he smirks at that, sliding your panties off all the way.

You whined impatiently when he goes to put his mouth on your clit, "Wonho, no, just fuck me please, I can't wait." He laughs, saying, "Patience, baby," but he still obliges, being the sweetheart he is. You take his boxers off, the rest of your remaining clothes coming off just as fast. Spreading your legs apart, he teases your slit with his tip, you half-whine, half-moan for him to stop playing. You hold your breath until he starts to slide into you, both letting out a sigh of relief. He sinks down so he's over you, going as deep as possible, he sighs and lowers his forehead against yours.

You tangle your arms and legs around him with your fingers woven in his hair, you guide his mouth back to yours. As you kiss him, sucking on his tongue, Wonho's hips start moving. Gently at first, he pushes himself in and out of you slowly, the pleasure intense and the pace torturous. The mattress squeaks quietly, you cling tighter to him, your walls clenching around him. He picks up the pace, thrusting in so deeply, you know you're not going to last long. He feels so good, you can already feel your orgasm building.

Wonho's thick arms flex as he holds himself up over you, his straight locks falling over his face, brushing against yours. He pulls away, biting his bottom lip, muttering a curse word, you know he's just as close as you are. His skin is golden where the sun hits him, he's absolutely glowing, a light dusting of pink painted across his face. You run your fingers through his hair, digging your nails in when he fucks you as deep as he can, hitting your bundle of nerves dead on. You gasp out a moan as he stays in that position, grinding his hips against you, giving you the pressure you need against your clit, as well, making your toes curl in pleasure.

"Are you close, babe? " Wonho pants, heavily, deep voice strained as he resumes moving inside you. When you nod, he moves one hand between your bodies, down to your clit to rub quick, small circles on it. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning loudly as his thrusts speed up to match the rythym his fingers were playing on your clit. "Let go for me, baby," he whispers, "Don't hold back."

💜

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