I Ate Them
By- @orphan_account
Summary:
"W-What.. happened to them?" Jimin was lost. Lost in the haze of his own lust, lost in those dark, gleaming eyes, and lost in the way his heart was thrumming against his chest.

"I ate them."

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Silk sheets ruffled against the smooth expanse of Jimin's bare thighs, and he slowly moved his lustful stare to the man hovering over him. Black locks fell over the man's forehead, loosely curled and long. And those dark, bottomless eyes that seemed to only glint when danger was near, bored holes into his naked body. Taehyung; the man who waltzed idly into Jimin's life, but not so subtly, since their first meeting involved a door being kicked in. It took weeks to fix that door, and if the man wasn't so irresistibly charming, he would've had him buried six feet under. Instead, Jimin was buried into silk sheets, and at the mercy of the brute.

"Do you.. like what you see?" Jimin's soft voice left his swollen lips, red and possibly bruised by the amount of 'love bites' Taehyung gave him. He could still taste the blood on his tongue, sharp and foul.

There was a thick silence before Taehyung finally spoke, his deep and raspy voice sending chills into Jimin's sweaty body. "I love it. You look divine, little one." The nickname was used so casually, and easy, but it forced a pout onto Jimin's lips. He utterly despised the nickname. Not only was he older than Taehyung by two years, but he was also taller and it made no sense--

A sharp gasp fled, and when Jimin glanced down, his pouty lips quickly fell open in shock. Taehyung had his large hands woven around his tanned thighs, grip hard and unrelenting. He could feel his blood circulation being cut off, and he had to swallow his spit to keep down an impudent moan.

"Taehyung.." a thick murmur managed to escape, and he watched those dark eyes flicker up frighteningly fast at the simple use of his name. "T-Too hard.." Jimin winced, but he couldn't deny the absolute thrill that pulsed through his veins. He had such a low pain tolerance, and part of him wanted to whine for the man to let go, but it felt unreasonably good. Harder, harder, he wanted to say. Just squeeze a little harder. And Taehyung seemed to have somehow read his mind, because those rough hands of his only tightened.

"Too hard?" His hoarse voice mocked, and it only made Jimin even needier. Fuck, he wanted his hands tangled in the man's dark curly locks -- wanted to pull on them and hear the deep rasp of his moans. He only heard Taehyung make a few noises so far, and every time he heard the fluttering beginnings of a groan, it stirred something terribly filthy in Jimin. Like it wasn't enough, and he wanted to watch the man come undone. But so far, Jimin was the one being undone.

A click of the tongue, and Jimin balled his tiny hands into fists, lips pursued together tightly. "What happened to that pretty little voice of yours?" It was mocking, and as Taehyung's face fell into his neck, he felt the warm touch of his tongue. "Did I steal it away?" Jimin shivered, and he could feel himself slipping further away as the man's tongue swept over the expanse of his neck, and down to his collarbone.

It took awhile, but Jimin was finally able to gather his words together, an embarrassing mess underneath Taehyung. "No, but you're about to steal something else, aren't you?" It came out shaky, but the silkiness of his words were still evident, and it was worth the struggle when he watched Taehyung's eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

"Steal what?" Taehyung's hands released his thighs, and Jimin let out a quivering breath at the way his muscles twitched after.

"I thought it'd be obvious."

A small chuckle, and then it seemed to click inside of Taehyung's mind. "You're a virgin." He stated, a smile stretching over his face as his hands smoothed over Jimin's arms. He was grinning from ear to ear like some demented Cheshire cat. What sparked that? The idea of Jimin's innocence being stolen away? Or was it the absurdity that had done it?

"Does that make you more excited?" Jimin found himself asking, words breathy and lost.

A low hum followed, and Taehyung only started to speak once he had Jimin's hands trapped over his head, one hand clasped around both wrists and keeping them pinned to the pillow. "Part of it does," his lips moved slowly. "But it is my first time with a virgin."

The confession was a little dulling. Would Taehyung know how to be gentle?

He must've worn the thought on his face, because Taehyung was quick to reassure. "Look at me, I'll take care of you. Don't worry about a thing, little one."

There was that nickname again, but it somehow didn't bother Jimin as much this time. In fact, he found himself sighing with relief, giving a small nod.

Taehyung's chest rumbled against Jimin's, a quiet series of chuckles filling the air. "It's only my fifth time if that's anything. You'll be alright." Taehyung muttered, and the 'click' of a bottle -- presumably lube -- taunted Jimin.

The thought of other people having touched Taehyung made him strangely jealous. And while the lube dripped down Taehyung's fingers and wrist carelessly, his mouth moved on it's own. "I'm jealous of the other people." It came out as a mumble, but it was audible enough, because he caught the way Taehyung's concentrated face turned into a giddy smile.

"Don't be," he felt fingers gently spread his thighs open. "If it at all is anything -- they're all dead." He muttered with a soft hum, and as soon as Jimin's legs were opened enough, Taehyung slowly dropped his slick fingers into the rim of Jimin's heat, fingers twitching inside.

A quiet gasp escaped Jimin, and his hazy mind slowly mulled over the utterance of Taehyung's words, but when it finally clicked, he felt himself go stiff.

"D-Dead?"

It remained silent, sparing the sharp moan that escaped Jimin when Taehyung pushed his fingers inside even deeper. But he could feel the tang of fear stirring up inside of him, accompanied by the lustful adrenaline that made him want to forget everything the man just said and beg for more.

"Dead, yes." The confirmation only made Jimin's stomach churn, and the bed creaked as Taehyung leaned closer into him, those slicked fingers moving around too much for him to choke out a coherent sentence.

"W-What.. happened to them?" Jimin was lost. Lost in the haze of his own lust, lost in those dark, gleaming eyes, and lost in the way his heart was thrumming against his chest.

"I ate them."

The words were said cooly, as if it was nothing more than small talk. And Jimin found himself sinking further into the silk sheets, squirming underneath Taehyung as he pressed closer, trapping him underneath the heavy weight of his body. He could feel the man's hot breath on his cheek, and the way his long fingers kept inching inside of him, deeper and deeper. Oh, he couldn't escape.

Jimin tried to speak, but his words were cut off when a spot inside of him was suddenly rubbed against, and he felt himself flinch back into the pillows with a loud yelp.

"T-Taehyung!" He moaned, but he found himself panicking despite the hot bliss that tangled itself up inside of his stomach. Dead. He ate them. The thoughts crossed his mind, but he found himself unable to react, or to gather his bearings and shove the man off of him. Was it the fear? His filthy lust? Did he still want to continue despite hearing that confession? He didn't know and it was enough to make him sniffle and start crying--

Another push against the same spot, and Jimin's back arched forwards, an unstable moan cracking through the air. "T-Taehyung.." he cried, slurring the single name together as he rested his head on the man's shoulder. How could a single spot feel so good? It made him feel unbelievably blissful, and the mere thought of something bigger being pushed into the same spot made his entire body shake with excitement.

Jimin let out another strangled moan when Taehyung used more force this time, jabbing into the same spot over and over again. He could feel him moving his wrist around, changing angles and prodding harder, rubbing gently then pressing down -- it made him turn into mush. Like a limp doll ripe for using.

"Taehyung." Jimin repeated, this time without moaning, and as he slowly moved his head off the man's shoulder, he had to swallow down his fear.

Taehyung had that same demented grin from earlier, toothy and dark, glinting in the wrongest way possible. And even when Jimin stared up in horror, his expression didn't falter. No elaborate cover up. Not even an attempt.

"Y-You ate them?" The words were stringed together messily, probably making little to no sense. He wasn't sure if Taehyung even heard him, because he only pressed down on that same spot harder.

"Maybe you'll never be stretched enough, and you'll be under me forever." Taehyung rasped, and Jimin was close to sobbing. From the sharp fear that sliced through his chest, to the overwhelming pleasure that clawed into his guts -- he felt like sobbing.

"..T-Taehyung.."

"Say it again."

"Taehyung!" Jimin moaned louder, and his arms flew to the man's back, embracing him tightly as lewd sounds lulled from his swollen lips like a beaten lullaby.

His fingers suddenly stopped moving, and Jimin sensed the cold emptiness that followed after, disappointment washing over him. Why did he stop-

"I did eat them." The words were chilling, and Jimin was still breathless, gasping for air as he wearily looked up at Taehyung.

"You've eaten.. everybody you've slept with?"

Taehyung's expression hardened, and Jimin winced back, expecting some sort of pain to follow shortly -- but then he heard a soft laugh.

"Yes, but you've nothing to worry, my dear." Taehyung slowly sat back, and adjusted himself in between Jimin's opened thighs. His fruity words were deep, and they cut through the air with ease. "I would never hurt you. The only way I'll be eating you, is with my tongue, and not with my teeth." He whispered, smiling giddily for a moment before testing Jimin's sensitivity by pressing his lubed cock against his rim. "Hurts, or feels like pressure?"

Jimin's mouth gaped open in shock. Surely he was joking -- right? But then he felt a small nudge, and he felt inclined to reply. "P-Pressure.." he stammered. He was afraid if he were to say anything else, or something the man didn't want to hear, he'd suffer something unfathomable. He wasn't serious. He couldn't be. But even so, his lust wasn't faltering. In fact, he could feel himself slipping away again, melting into Taehyung's warm touch. Was he a fool for not moving? Or protesting? But he still wanted it.

Taehyung was still taking his time, pushing at his rim, slow and easy. But Jimin was desperate. Every nerve inside of his body was shaking, quivering with the need to be quenched, and the build up of emotions made him want to lash out. So, as seconds ticked by, Jimin quickly sat up, and wrapped his hand around the back of Taehyung's throat.

"You're too slow." Jimin breathed before he slammed his tongue into the other's mouth far too roughly, and his hands went flying down to push Taehyung's hips closer into his, gathering enough confidence to grip him at the base of his cock all the while holding back a chuckle of victory.

He felt Taehyung choke on the sudden presence of tongue, and the way his entire body went rigid against Jimin's weight. But the feeling of victory didn't last long, because Taehyung dropped a knee to pin Jimin's back down to the mattress, and his calloused hand that was previously moving along the curve of his body had jolted up to Jimin's throat, giving a tight squeeze so he could suppress his oxygen supply.

"Oh.. so bold, aren't you, Jimin?"

A light choke, and his eyes flew wide open as the back of his head hit the soft, plush pillows. Jimin tried to gasp, but he found himself unable to breathe, completely stuck and humiliatingly vulnerable. He was shaking even more now, out of fear, impatience and lust -- the beginnings of tears wetting the soft apples of his cheeks.

"So impatient," Taehyung whispered before he pressed his knee down harder, moving up to Jimin's crotch. His head was angled up, dark eyes glowering down. "You want it that badly? You wanna feel that hot pain up your back when I spread your legs open and make you fall limp? Is that what you want?" Taehyung spoke rhetorically while loosening his grip for a split second before tightening it again to give Jimin a dangerous reminder.

Jimin barely got a breath of oxygen in, because he was turning blue in the face -- cheeks wet with tears as he squirmed underneath him helplessly. "Puh-please.." it was all he could get out, words throaty as he raised his hips up and gave a bratty whine.

"Oh, so you're a brat then.." Taehyung commented aloud, but it seemed as if he was talking to himself more than to Jimin Of course he was a fucking brat, if that hadn't already been made obvious.

Taehyung finally removed his hand, and Jimin was overwhelmed by the feeling of oxygen flooding his lungs. It was like drinking the finest champagne the world had to offer, and experiencing the most blissful and sensual sensation of relief. It was an all too familiar feeling overlaid with the rush of a fiendish opium addict experiencing taking the first breath of a pipe.

Disorientated, Jimin barely sensed the painful stretch of Taehyung finally pushing in, but when he did, it easily brought him to tears again. Taehyung was quick to respond though, landing small kisses on his flushed cheeks and whispering sweet nothings like "its okay" and "it'll feel better soon."

Sniffing, Jimin slowly looked up at Taehyung, a little relieved to see that he was wearing a more normal expression. He couldn't deny that his cheshire grin was just as much arousing as terrifying, but he needed some sort of reassurance. That he could trust the man with taking something so dear.

Meeting Jimin's stare, Taehyung gave a soft, and gentle smile. It sent something tingling inside of Jimin, but it wasn't at all the same as the lust he was feeling. Something more intimate. Whether that was good or bad would be up for debate later.

"Do you want me to move?" Taehyung posed the question, and Jimin gave a distressed noise. But after a while, he finally gave a small nod.

The pain was subtle now, all he could really feel was pressure -- he wondered when it would feel blissful again like earlier, when Taehyung was just using his fingers. I ate them. The confession suddenly returned to his hazed mind, and Jimin shuddered. But he was far too indulged right now to care. Maybe it was foolish, but Taehyung did say he had nothing to worry about.

It wasn't like Jimin was a virgin to killing.

A sudden throb of pleasure sprouted itself inside of Jimin, and he felt himself relax underneath the tinging bliss. "O-Oh.. that's good." A soft murmur left him, and Jimin lifted his hands to gently rest over Taehyung's shoulders, hips pivoting up slightly to feel more. He couldn't feel the pain as much anymore, small dots of bliss gently settling over his body.

"Keep your hips down." Taehyung scolded, but his expression softened as he carefully pushed Jimin's lower body back to the mattress. "You're becoming bolder than a brat should be." He murmured, but through a low breathy groan while forcing Jimin's body to remain still against his own so there was no potential for him to move.

Jimin scoffed, but didn't fight against Taehyung's hands. He could still feel the pressure on his throat from earlier, depriving him of the ability to breathe. Taehyung seemed obsessed with control: he didn't like it when things weren't going how he wanted them to.

"Stay still. Just let me do everything." Taehyung whispered, and lightly lifted Jimin's hips before giving a rigid thrust inside, the roughness stimulating guilty bliss to the both of them. It was evident from the way Taehyung's jaw was jutted out, and how his jugular bulged against his throat -- he was holding back. Maybe a little bit of provoking was in order.

"I'm not good at being a limp doll for you to fuck." Jimin muttered low in reply, biting back a stiff moan as undeniable bliss and a pleasant pain swirled inside his stomach and all the way up to his chest.

It seemed to do the trick, because Taehyung's glinting eyes dropped to watch Jimin's trembling thighs for a few moments, watching the way his skin crawled and how the pale, milky-white smoothness they radiated made his eyes practically disappear behind his spotted glare. The dimming room was filtered by poor sunlight, seeping through the blinds and slowly going dark as the moon rose and the sun went down. It was getting dark, and the thought that Taehyung might just turn into a monster after the sun went down didn't seem too far fetched.

Maybe he was right, because as he continued his smooth pace against Jimin's velvety walls, he leaned back down and pushed his swollen lips into Jimin's opened mouth. He didn't have a single moment to recuperate before the man swiveled his hips and thrusted forwards again to embed himself further, hammering deeper and deeper.

"T-Taehyung-ahh!" Incoherence gripped itself around Jimin's mushy mind, and he became overwhelmed by the pleasure and ecstasy that overflowed every sense of his. "F-Fuck! Please go harder.." he was senselessly sputtering, fingernails scraping into Taehyung's shoulder. Pain was a distant thought now -- all he could feel was the addictive sensation of being used , and oh did he enjoy it.

"That's what I thought," his words grated. "You will be." Taehyung let the words drift into Jimin's ears, and it wasn't a challenge. He was telling him. Telling him that he would be his own limp doll to fuck and use, and to no extent did he look like he was relenting.

It lit an unexplainable fury inside of Jimin's veins, and it made his blood feel hot and flushed -- like he could feel everything inside of him swimming around. But he didn't know what to do with his anger other than put it into his strangled moans, the bliss stacked against him as Taehyung circulated and kept slamming his throbbing cock back in and out, exhaling deep and silvery moans as his fingernails dug into his ribcage.

"D-Don't stop.. don't stop.. p-please.. don't stop.." the words trembled, and came tumbling out from his frantically moving mouth. Jimin's high pitched whimpers and moans were thrown out messily and incoherently, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

"It's sad." Taehyung suddenly stated, a kittish grin playing onto his face. "Because I've barely done anything to you, dear. This is only to get you comfortable." He chuckled while his knee jarred into Jimin's thigh in hopes of causing a surge of pain before pulling out almost all the way and reentering at a rigidly uncomfortable pace that would either cause extreme pain or blissful spasms; for Taehyung, it seemed to have felt beyond wonderful, because his entire body seized up at the sensitivity.

Jimin let out a sharp cry of pain, letting out a choked gasp at the quick reentry. He could feel his thigh throbbing from the harsh jarring, and a small slice of pain raggedly cut through him, but overwhelmed by the spasming bliss that tore through him.

"Taehyung!" He cried, and he gave a small, warning squeeze while his body became even more shaky than before, glossed eyes wrenching shut tightly as his mind spiraled.

A small hum left Taehyung, the man casting a glance down to Jimin before he retracted his hands from his sides to cup Jimin's flushed cheeks between his own warm hands. "Pain?" The soft question left Jimin at ease, relieved to know Taehyung hadn't actually turned into a beast at night.

"I jarred your knee on purpose. I didn't mean to make it hurt as much though.." he slowly trailed off, biting his lip thoughtfully. " I have trouble not being aggressive, but because I want you alive by the end of tonight, I'll be careful with you~" He made his thrusts more of a smoother, steady rock rather than the aggressive slams he had begun with.

Jimin had slowly reopened his teary eyes, giving a small nod as he was swelled up by the warm bliss that crawled through his body at the smooth and steady thrusts. He couldn't help a few breathy moans escaping as he gazed up at the man through his thick eyelashes, gaze tiredly narrowed. "You better be careful.." he muttered quietly, tilting his head back against the pillow more comfortably. "I'm a.. sensitive virgin." Jimin felt the need to remind the other, hands dropping down to the bed to hold the silk sheets tightly.

"Have I ever hurt you? I'm always careful~" Taehyung mused, eyes dancing over Jimin's body that glistened with sweat. And if it weren't for his mind being so dreadfully hazy, he would've thought further into that phrase. Because Taehyung had hurt him -- when he went too rough, grabbed him by the throat and choked him so hard he saw spots.. but he was too consumed by the ecstasy eating him up to think any further.

"M-Mmhmm.. gentle.." he ushered through his breathy, high pitched moans.

Jimin kept his steady pace, replacing his hands at Jimin's sides to keep him where he was before continuing. "I'm trying, as long as you keep moaning like that." He murmured through a soft grunt, jabbing another gentle thrust into Jimin before leaning his body down to slam his rosy tongue back into Jimin's mouth.

Jimin's moans were muffled, but he leaned up a bit to deepen the kiss, overwrought by the sickening pleasure twisting his insides and the sweet taste of Taehyung's bitten lips. He tasted so addicting, and his hand slowly slipped from Taehyung's shoulder to his own crotch, mewling lightly into the exchange. But before Jimin could even touch himself, he felt a rough hand swatting his palm away.

"No." Taehyung's voice had turned cold, and he broke the messy kiss to fixate his hazy stare on Jimin's. "Do you need more? You need to tell me when you want more."

Jimin was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open stupidly before he spoke. "S-Sorry." He stammered out an apology, weakly cowering while he brought his hand back up to the other's shoulder. "Um.. I do, maybe.. to be touched more." He was being awfully bashful, but Taehyung had flustered him. He didn't expect the man to be so controlling.

Taehyung stared, but then he spoke. "Communication is important to me. I know a lot of people don't enjoy talking during sex, but it helps me understand what you want. It makes the experience safe and more comfortable for you." Taehyung murmured sweetly before he pressed a gentle kiss against Jimin's warm lips, weaving his rough hand around Jimin's cock before giving a small squeeze to the tip and bucking his hips upwards at a rougher pace; softened moans of bliss tightening his chest.

Jimin barely had any time to choke out an 'okay' before Taehyung started thrusting again, a sharp moan lulling out once he felt his cock being engulfed by warmth. But what quickly set him off was the almost agonizing spasm of bliss that stemmed from inside of him after a certain thrust, easily falling limp at the deeper and untouched spot. "Tae-taehyung! Right there! Oh.. that felt good.. " Jimin was strident, twisting his fingers into the silk sheets in all sorts of odd directions.

"Yeah? Right- here ?" Taehyung implored through a nasal groan while giving another aggressive but directional thrust to the same spot before, and Jimin nearly felt his back give out.

"Fuck! Taehyung! Oh-oh please!" Jimin was beginning to lose his voice from moaning and pleading so much, lungs far past the word exhausted as his hands flopped down to his sides before sliding down the expanse of his stomach and to his glistening thighs, forcing them apart even more until he felt a painful stretch in his muscles. "H-Harder, please.. I want it so badly." He whined, possibly a tad bit too desperately, but too blissed out to care.

"I know you do, but oh so precious kitten.. you seem to be fragile." Taehyung remarked before sliding his hand up rather roughly along Jimin's cock, stimulating an existing edge to the other while purposefully mocking the putrid whine that had escaped Jimin in the process.

"Puh-lease.." Jimin begged, his voice breaking out before jolting up at the pressure of Taehyung's cock slamming deeper, and more roughly, into him. He was hitting that sensitive part over and over. "Tae.. taehyung! Taehyung!" He couldn't hold back his filthy moans, the broken sounds approaching a strangled scream as he felt his body becoming undone and loosely shaking.

"That's right.. moan my name. My name." Taehyung lowly rasped with triumph, powerfully thrusting his cock back into Jimin's wet walls with forceful need as soon as he was able to angle himself up slightly; knowing at some point he'd have to change positions to make the others body shake enough to hit a specific spot. "Because that's the only name you'll be moaning until you're dead ."

Oh, oh. dead. Jimin should've felt frightened by those words. He wasn't some object -- he couldn't be owned. Taehyung couldn't possibly hold some morbid possession over him, that just wasn't right. But he could feel himself coming even more undone by just that sentence alone. He could feel his stomach turning inside out, melting and turning into gush. "T-That's right.." Jimin sobbed, struggling to keep his voice from cracking, but failing in the end anyways. "I-I'm yours.. Taehyung, I belong to you." Blinded, he was blinded. Blinded by the sinful ecstasy that swallowed him whole, and blinded by the goodness, but truly evilness, in Taehyung's eyes.

"Oh my sweet, you're very smart. I like that. You know exactly where you belong don't you? That's right.. you belong with me." Taehyung boasted, voice gruff and guttural before reeling his hips up, and gripping Jimin's hips to push his lower body upward and back onto his cock once he thrusted back inside of him so violently it might've drawn blood.

"W-With you! Only you!" Jimin screeched as soon as he was slammed back down onto Taehyung's cock, body locking up as waves of hot bliss tore through his veins. "P-Please do that again.." he sobbed, taking in a sharp gasp as his hands flailed around, trying to hold onto something -- anything.

"Anything for my kitten." Taehyung vowed, and jostled Jimin by the waist before he slammed back into him again with a loud, yet controlled moan of ecstasy and lust as soon as he had gone as deeply as he had originally planned to, the tightening pressure possibly forcing Taehyung to buckle beneath Jimin's flailing legs.

Jimin was gone. He slurred together words of nonsense, jumbling his phrases together while salty tears covered his red face. He could feel his stomach muscles clenching together tightly, along with his own velvety walls. The tension in his dollish body was building up with pleasure that soared so high it felt like he was in a different world.

"C-Close.. close.."

"Yeah?" Taehyung muttered before he pulled out, leaving Jimin empty and sputtering for air. But he didn't give him time to recover, simply flipped Jimin onto his stomach before he aligned himself again. The messily flustering excitement was getting to the both of them, especially Taehyung as he roughly reentered. The velvety tightness was suctioning his cock against the hot walls, and he dragged Jimin's hips upwards, driving himself even deeper and deeper, knowing that eventually he'd hit his prostate.

Jimin sobbed into his cotton pillow, face pressed into the soft fabric as Taehyung manhandled him like no other. It was good, so fucking good that he couldn't take it -- couldn't channel anymore energy into anything else except yelling and crying. How could somebody make him feel this good? His knuckles were a stark white against his flushed skin, squeezing the sheets so tightly he was sure he left permanent wrinkles.

Taehyung fell into Jimin, and that was when he lost it, body going completely limp and motionless as he was forced to sink into the bed from the amount of weight Taehyung had on him. Jimin could feel the shock and desperation viciously consume his veins, and the fiery bliss tearing it's way through his entire body. It almost felt painful.

"Taehyung!" Jimin clung onto the man's name, voice cracking as he screamed through the bliss that swallowed him whole, slender arms flailing out to grasp at the pillows as his orgasm selfish coiled itself around him. His flushed cheeks glistened with salty tears as he went still with bliss, squeaky and incoherent, gurgled moans choking out in the most unflattering manner as white ribbons of cum shot out. He felt his mind unraveling, going hot like lava, similar to the hazy, fuzzy screen of a tv revealing that it was worked into overdrive. "P-please.." he felt stuck on repeat with his uncontrolled, loud moans, eyes lulling shut while his face dropped back into the pillow with loud, uncontrolled whimpers.

All the while, Taehyung wore that same mirthless grin, leaning over Jimin's convulsing body as soon as he felt him tense and everything went still. Jimin could feel him looking on with joy as he watched him fall apart. And while Jimin laid limp against the bed, Taehyung's hand slowly moved over his sides and to his limp cock, coating his hand in Jimin's sticky cum. But the tired moans of bliss coming from Jimin seemed to mean nothing to Taehyung, because he kept slamming back into his velvety walls, abusing his limits. "I don't hear my name being moaned.."

Oh, he was sick. Taehyung had to be sick in the head -- a sadistic prick of some sorts, because Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was going to break, and maybe Taehyung had that goal in mind the entire time. Otherwise he wouldn't test his limits so hard. But Jimin found himself cooperating, too far gone to do anything but limply comply. "T-Taehyung... taehyung!" Jimin was still sobbing, shaking and exhausted as Taehyung continued to remorselessly thrust into him. Earlier, he said cooly that he wasn't a 'limp doll' for Taehyungto fuck, but he had become completely undone.. and now, he was at his mercy.

Taehyung seemed satisfied with the loud and distraught cries from Jimin, because he started to slow down just enough to gently rock his body back and forth while carefully biting into his shoulder. Jimin winced, but a broken moan quickly followed, becoming a little too comfortable with the idea of being the man's possession.

It continued for a few moments, Jimin pleading that he couldn't go on for much longer before Taehyung finally pulled out and uncomfortably unlatched his swollen lips from his bleeding shoulder. He could feel blood dripping down, but he was still too much of a shaking mess to care, unable to move as Taehyung moved his hand over his cock before cumming across Jimin's bruised ass, staining the milky-white softness of his thighs.

"Fuck..." Taehyung rolled his head back, and the gritty sound of his voice prompted Jimin to give a soft groan in response. He felt so out of his body, mind completely blissed out and tangled up between exhaustion and filth.

"You.. are something different, Jimin." Taehyung groaned before deeply exhaling into the heavy air of the room, landing a lazy slap to Jimin's ass before groping it roughly and flipping him over with the other free hand he had. Jimin let out a soft 'umph' at being manhandled once again, but he knew he wouldn't be able to move without the others' help.

"Tell me.. how I'm different." Jimin exhaustedly murmured, barely stringing his words together as he shifted his head onto the cotton pillow, staring up at Taehyung with tired eyes.

Taehyung had a giddy smile on his face, softened, and so gentle. "Because I've eaten everyone else I've slept with.. But even after biting you.. I never felt like killing you. You lasted a lot longer than I thought.. and you're.. beautiful."

Jimin expected something cheesy, not 'I never felt like killing you.' "Y-You're joking, aren't you? You're not.. some cannibal." Jimin awkwardly let out a shrill laugh, but it quickly faltered once he noticed Taehyung's unchanging expression.

"Cannibal, no. You're awfully dense, aren't you, Jimin?"

Jimin's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, perplexed. What could he possibly be referring to --

Then it clicked.

"You're a vampire." Jimin stated, ears flushing a dark red. The species went extinct a long time ago, at least, that's what the authorities said. As a child, Jimin always wondered if that wasn't true -- and hoped one day he'd be able to meet one. Now he was in his early twenties, and just had sex with one.

"I thought it'd be obvious." Taehyung mocked, referring to their small exchange from earlier.

"Y-You-" Jimin started, but found himself at a loss for words. It was all starting to make sense. How scarily pale Taehyung was, how strong he somehow managed to be, and he had protruding fangs-- what the fuck? How did he not notice sooner?

"Does that make you more excited?"

Damned bastard. So mocking. But Jimin found himself giggling stupidly, and playing along anyways. "Part of it does," he smiled. "But it is my first time with a vampire."

Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear. "Don't worry, little one. I'll take good care of you."

Again an orphaned work, huh?! Well, credits to the rightful owner. Have a nice day!

And that's a wrap for my birthday!! Lmao- I did the unexpected today!!! (Those who are connected with me on Instagram would know soon). Thank you for the wishes once again. 🍓✨