jairang

Despite the darkness enveloping Jimin’s bedroom, only chased away in small patches by candlelight, heat clings to his skin. Summer nights in the forest near the river are humid. On any other night, Jimin would crack open the window. But the full moon has only just passed. 

He lets out a quiet breath, a little huff that disappears beneath the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. 

In the stillness, Taehyung drops to his knees, dragging his nails down Jimin’s soft thighs. The thin red lines he leaves behind match the fire sparkling in his eyes. 

“Did you touch yourself? While I was away?” Taehyung stares up at him from between his thighs. 

Jimin shakes his head, his dangly pearl and diamond earrings making a tinkling sound. Their bedroom is silent except for Taehyung’s heavy breathing and the occasional crackle of the candles Jimin set on the nightstands on each side of the bed. It’s always quiet when Taehyung is away. Except in the woods. 

Taehyung buries his face in the crease of Jimin’s inner thigh. He hums as he nuzzles into the warm skin there, dragging his nose along the edge of his undergarments. 

“I don’t believe you, jagi,” Taehyung says, muffled by skin and cotton. “I could smell you, for a sennight.”

Knowing that Taehyung knew Jimin missed him, thought about him, and lusted for him while he was away, causes Jimin’s skin to flush with heat. It makes him feel desperate, a pathetic human. A witch, but still a human. Jimin could levitate himself, fly up into the corner of the ceiling, but all Taehyung would need to do is beckon with one curled finger. Jimin would be on his hands and knees in a heartbeat—groveling for the pleasure a monster can give him. 

“I swear, I didn’t.” Jimin’s hands drop to slip into Taehyung’s dark curls. 

After spending a week away, Taehyung always comes back smelling of petrichor and rust, dirt and blood beneath his nails and welts across his face. Jimin picks a twig out of his hair and tosses it into the dark. Tomorrow will be for chores—forcing Taehyung to bathe, the biggest of them all. 

“Then what has gotten you so worked up? Hmm?” Taehyung grunts against Jimin’s thigh. His baritone voice sends vibrations through Jimin’s body. Goosebumps spring across his skin, following the sound waves. 

“I miss you when you’re gone…” 

Taehyung smiles, and Jimin’s body throbs. “My poor baby, left on his own to brave the evil lurking between the forest’s trees.”

Jimin knows Taehyung is the evil thing that lives in the woods. The claw marks dug into tree bark. The bloodstains on moss. The missing persons notices flapping in the wind. He still craves Taehyung when he’s gone. 

Flattening his tongue, Taehyung licks Jimin’s pussy in one long upward stroke. His clit is hot and swollen, his plump pussy lips accentuated by how wet his underwear is. The thin fabric sticks to his skin, his arousal turning the white fabric transparent. Taehyung’s spit soaks his undergarments even more. 

“Oh,” Jimin gasps. His fingers curl around handfuls of Taehyung’s hair on impulse. 

Jimin is bare down there tonight, an uncommon occurrence and a sign telling Taehyung that he prepared for this moment in hopes it would happen. Jimin knows Taehyung doesn’t mind him having hair down there; it would be silly for him to, considering he turns into a beast once a month. Still, Jimin likes how slippery his skin gets when he’s bare and aroused, how easily his fingers slide along his skin when he’s like this. 

Of course, he doesn’t actually touch himself when Taehyung is away, or ever. He brushes his fingertips along the skin sometimes, just to feel how it tingles. That hardly counts. Jimin remains chaste, as Taehyung likes. 

Taehyung thinks he cannot have him; thus, no one should. Not even Jimin himself. 

He licks Jimin again, lapping his pussy over his clothing, applying enough pressure to push his tongue between Jimin’s lips. The tip flicks against Jimin’s engorged clit, and his entire body shudders. 

“Taehyung,” Jimin moans, breath fluttery. He craves the feeling of Taehyung’s hot tongue directly on his skin, sucking on his juices until he’s clean of them. 

Taehyung’s nails catch on Jimin’s undergarments, hooking into the lace trim. He tears them apart, ripping them so roughly that the pressure leaves marks on Jimin’s skin. 

Shredded, the strips of fabric fall to the floor. Jimin doesn’t have a chance to be upset that his favorite lace is ruined. Taehyung surges forward, taking Jimin’s pussy into his mouth and cutting off all rational thought.

Taehyung sucks Jimin’s clit, using the tip of his tongue to flick it back and forth, tracing its length and digging into the tip. When Taehyung switches his strategy to swirl his tongue around his clit, Jimin’s legs nearly give out. It’s hot and wet. The stubble that has grown on Taehyung’s face since the full moon scratches Jimin’s thighs raw. His arousal flows like the creek separating their little cottage from the hazy woods. 

“So good,” Jimin says with a shudder as goosebumps pebble up his arms. 

He watches with wide eyes locked on Taehyung’s through his dark, curly bangs. The strands interlock with his long eyelashes, moving when he blinks. He’s so pretty, with his face buried in between Jimin’s thighs. 

Taehyung hums in response to Jimin’s breathy moans. He uses one hand to squeeze Jimin’s ass and pull him forward, the other to flatten Jimin’s lower stomach and gently pull at his lower lips, spreading him open even more to disappear into his folds. Jimin thinks he feels something sharp, the press of fangs. If he gets nicked, he’ll turn on the next full moon—assuming the curse doesn’t kill him. Being anywhere near Taehyung’s mouth is dangerous. Jimin wonders if that’s why he loves Taehyung’s pink lips and devilish tongue, loves his pointed canines that reflect the orange candlelight when he grins. 

“Taehyung,” Jimin cries out. “Please, please.” 

“Yes, jagi? What is it?” Jimin’s shiny arousal on Taehyung’s lips reflects the fire now. He stares up at Jimin with wild, red eyes, pupils blown out. When Jimin drops his gaze, he sees the bulge of Taehyung’s hard cock straining against his pants. 

“More.” Jimin’s voice cracks, and something flashes in Taehyung’s eyes. 

“I’d break you, baby.” 

“No, I can take it, I know I can,” Jimin says, whiny and insistent. He doesn’t know. He probably can’t. They’ve talked about this before, only briefly, during early mornings in bed when Jimin leans into Taehyung’s embrace and grinds against the bulge in his pants. He has a habit of not listening, but only with certain things. Usually, Jimin is a well-behaved boy. He tries hard to be, but sometimes he needs, and Taehyung is unkind when he denies him. 

“Give it to me, please.” His pleads are weak and pathetic, small sobs bubbling up in his throat. When he sputters his words, they’re wet from the frustrated tears leaking down his cheeks. 

“I’ll give you just as much as you can take.” Taehyung compromises. 

Jimin scrambles onto the bed. His core is so hot that it burns and throbs. He’s never been so uncomfortable, but he loves it. It’s a good burn, a good discomfort. His arousal and Taehyung’s spit mix and dribble down his thighs. In moments like this, Jimin wishes he could smell himself on Taehyung or Taehyung on himself. But he’s only human, despite the magic running through his veins, like the desire he has for Taehyung. 

Once he’s on the bed, lying on his stomach, Jimin grips the sheets and wiggles his ass like a puppy wagging his tail, so much more innocent than what Taehyung must be like under the moonlight. 

Jimin wishes he could see it. 

“Please, please, Tae—” Jimin whines, not wanting to wait for Taehyung to undress.

“Shhh, you are very impatient tonight.” 

Grabbing a small pillow, Taehyung slips it under Jimin’s hips to lift them, putting on display his ass and tight little pussy squeezed between his thighs. With more access to the wet, sticky part of Jimin, Taehyung spreads his folds open and dips his finger in, just one. Even that makes Jimin moan. 

“Like hellfire,” Taehyung says under his breath as he slips a second finger inside Jimin. When he pulls both back and eases them in again, Jimin’s pussy gushes. More of his slippery arousal floods out of him, coating Taehyung’s long, sleek fingers. 

“Your cock, please.” Jimin tries to turn, but Taehyung uses his free hand to dig his nails into Jimin’s side. 

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says with a disappointed sigh that makes Jimin’s face burn with shame, “you may not have all of me.” 

It isn’t fair. 

Straddling Jimin’s legs, he guides his cock in between Jimin’s thighs, using the tight fit to ensure that his cock rubs against Jimin’s clit. 

Jimin fists the bedsheets and kicks his feet, panting like a dog in heat. Maybe it triggers something instinctual in Taehyung because he growls and speeds up, his fingers pumping in and out of Jimin’s pussy. 

“Oh, oh, Taehyung!” 

Taehyung presses his hand to Jimin’s lower back with gentle pressure to hold him down. 

“You sound so pretty, jagiya. My pretty little baby. You will tell me if I hurt you, yes?”

Jimin nods, whimpers, can’t make actual words.

Readjusting himself on Jimin’s soft thighs, Taehyung rests his cock against his pussy, all shiny and puffy with desire. Jimin wishes he could see what Taehyung’s cock looks like on top of him, how long it is to know just how deep it could touch him, how thick it is to know how deliciously he’ll split him open. And to finally see Taehyung’s knot, which makes Jimin’s mouth water so much that he drools across his cheek and onto the bed sheets. He has seen Taehyung’s knot before, but only when it’s soft, deflated, just extra skin at the base of his cock that serves as a reminder of how different Taehyung is. 

Now, Jimin imagines Taehyung’s knot plumping up, throbbing with the need to lock into his tight pussy. For Taehyung to breed him. The image is enough to have Jimin’s arousal flowing even more. 

“Relax,” Taehyung says, voice firm. Jimin feels the fat head of Taehyung’s cock press against his sopping hole and can’t stop the whimpers that grow into squeals once Taehyung finally pushes it inside. 

His cock is big, so thick Jimin feels sweat bead across his hairline from the effort it takes to remain relaxed. But it’s good.

“Oh gods, oh gods.” Jimin tries to lift his hips backward to force more of Taehyung’s cock inside him. He can’t; Taehyung really is too big. He won’t fit, not without it being painful. 

“Behave, Jimin-ah.” 

“Fuck me, Taehyung, please. I wanna feel you. Want your cock to stretch me, touch me so deep. Please, I need your knot, Tae.” 

Jimin only gets a little relief when he clenches his thighs and wiggles again.

“Jagi, I will not fit.”  

“You will!”

The harsh sting of a slap against one of his ass cheeks makes Jimin fall silent. He groans as Taehyung rubs the stinging, inflamed skin. 

“You know we are larger than humans,” Taehyung says, quiet and steady despite Jimin’s unconsolable whimpering. “That is true in all ways.” 

All of Taehyung is big, but Jimin appreciates that about him. A large partner means having someone to retrieve potion ingredients high on the shelves in Jimin’s study and to carry Jimin to bed when he falls asleep reading his novels in the living room. It also means a large cock.

Jimin doesn’t care if it hurts. He has medicinal salves to use for aftercare, which he made from the magical plants in his garden. As a forest witch, he can’t magically will his body to accept Taehyung’s size or make the act hurt less, but he can adequately care for himself afterward. 

But Taehyung is too kind. There is always worry lining his sharp features, etched into his skin because he is a monster and the love of his life is fragile. Taehyung palms Jimin’s ass cheeks, spreading them so he can hold on to them as he pushes forward just enough for Jimin’s pussy to suck in the entire head of his cock, hugging the ridge of his head. 

He pulls back and fucks Jimin’s pussy with shallow thrusts again. The bed creaks with each movement, growing louder the faster and harder Taehyung moves. 

“Deeper,” Jimin moans, clawing at the thin blanket beneath him. Taehyung’s skin sticks to his own with sweat, rubbing fast enough to chafe later. 

“No.” 

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and tries to push his hips back. Again, Taehyung forces him into the mattress to hold him still. 

It’s just the tip of his cock gliding in and out, Jimin’s pussy gripping him so tightly he can feel the ridge rub against his entrance every time Taehyung pulls back. It’s fast but gentle how shallowly Taehyung enters him and how intentional his movements are. 

“Please, Tae.” Jimin buries his face into the blanket and doesn’t care that his sweaty blonde bangs get into his eyes. 

The sound of his own arousal squelching around Taehyung’s cock and the deep, almost animalistic grunts Taehyung makes are enough to have the pressure of his orgasm building to a point—even though Taehyung won’t give him what he wants. Maybe Jimin is already there, teetering at the edge because he is so small, and even the tip of Taehyung’s cock is bigger than any human’s. Taehyung doesn’t have to reach deep to get Jimin there. 

“Next time,”—Taehyung grunts through clenched teeth—“next time, I knot you. I will prepare you, okay, jagi? And then I’ll knot you. You’d like that?” 

Jimin whines and imagines himself reverting to the animal all humans must hold inside of them, the one evolution suppressed and Taehyung’s curse liberates. It would feel good, so good, to be connected to Taehyung in a way no human could ever do for Jimin. And he hopes no human has ever done so with Taehyung, either. 

Taehyung leans forward, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Jimin’s body, so he can whisper in his ear. “Knot you and knock you up, hmm?” 

The angle forces more of Taehyung’s cock inside Jimin. It burns just as much as it feels heavenly. His orgasm ripples through his core, and he squirms underneath Taehyung as though trying to scramble away from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“I’m gonna…” Jimin lets out another moan. His walls clench and flutter around Taehyung’s cock. “I’m gonna come.” 

And when he does, he stops breathing. He inhales so deeply that he can’t get anything back out. Locking up, he tries to ride out the spasming of his pussy as Taehyung continues rocking into him; the pace is slow and consistent because he’s searching for his release, too. 

“You sound so pretty,” Taehyung purrs, finally letting go of Jimin’s waist. 

Jimin can’t see, but Taehyung grabs the base of his cock to squeeze his knot as he fucks into Jimin’s tight pussy. He needs the added pressure, his hand hot and wet from fingering him. It’s not the same as knotting Jimin, but it’s enough to help Taehyung come. 

Leaning back on Jimin’s thighs, Taehyung pulls out just enough for his come to spurt across Jimin’s pussy. It paints his folds in white, mixing with his own arousal until it leaks further down, pooling near his clit before dropping onto the bed. The rest of his cum collects at his entrance. Taehyung fucks it inside him, popping the head of his cock back in to push his cum inside. Jimin whimpers from the new hot, wet slickness easing the glide, allowing Taehyung to slip a little bit further inside him. 

“Fuck,” Taehyung growls. His nails dig into the meat at Jimin’s hips to hold him in place. “Hellfire.” 

They wait until their breathing returns to normal before Taehyung moves to clean Jimin up. He doesn’t need to take a candle with him. He navigates the bedroom with ease, avoiding the cluttered mess of Jimin’s potion ingredients, plain robes, and gardening tools. The cottage is small, but Jimin would keep his things close, regardless. It’s safer that way. 

Returning to the bed, Taehyung keeps Jimin on his stomach and spreads his legs enough to kneel between them. But while Jimin expects to feel a warm cloth to clean him and salve to ease the soreness of his muscles, he instead feels the wet heat of Taehyung’s tongue.

“Oh gods,” Jimin bucks his hips up and backward, pushing his pussy into Taehyung’s face. 

“Calm, jagiya, be calm.” 

“It’s too much.” Jimin turns his head to the side and tries to catch sight of Taehyung buried in his folds. 

The sneaky movement earns him a bite to the inside of his thigh. Beyond the full moon, Taehyung’s teeth are blunt. They still make Jimin yelp when he digs them into his flesh. Taehyung growls as he bites down harder, forcing Jimin to fall back onto the bed from being on his knees, hips flat to the mattress. 

Eventually releasing Jimin from his teeth, Taehyung licks him clean, only using the cloth to wipe up the remaining spit and cum mixture. When Taehyung uses the salve to rub along his entrance, he dips his fingers into his pussy, still shallow and only to spread the salve into his sore areas. It makes Jimin squirm, regardless.

Chuckling, Taehyung smears the rest of the salve over Jimin’s pussy. He gives Jimin a light smack on the ass, coaxing him to roll onto his back.

“Jagiya. How do you feel?”

Jimin stares at Taehyung with bleary eyes as he hovers over him. Reaching out, he opens his arms to fold Taehyung into him.

“Good,” Jimin says, his voice muted against the fluffy mess of Taehyung’s hair. “Tired, though.” And sore, but Jimin won’t tell Taehyung that. He worries that if he does, he’ll ruin his chances of experiencing more.

Taehyung smiles. The candles have faded, their wicks down to the wax. Taehyung’s teeth still gleam with the last flickers of the fire. “It’s late. We should rest before the morning.”

He’s right; Jimin will need his rest if he’s going to wrestle Taehyung into a bath tomorrow.

Taehyung snuggles into Jimin’s neck with a content sigh, running his nose along his pulse point. Scenting tickles, but it’s worth fighting through the urge to kick and squirm to feel the warmth of Taehyung’s breath and how happy he becomes. The intimacy is comforting.  

“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs as he runs his fingers through Taehyung’s nappy hair. It’s getting long in the back, twisted and wild like the animal inside him. He wants to braid it, but Taehyung always scrambles away when he picks up a comb. 

Taehyung flattens his tongue against Jimin’s pulse in his neck and licks upward, ending with a flick of the tip against his earlobe.

You’re welcome. Jimin knows what he’s saying. I love you.

Jimin may not understand what happens in the depths of the woods, late at night, when the moon sparkles in the dew, like diamonds scattered among the grass. But he understands the rumble in the back of Taehyung’s throat when he grabs Jimin’s wrists to pull his arms tighter around his body, and that’s all he really needs.