#amry

Cyphus bears the blue flame.

Stercus is in thrall of iron.

Ferule chill and dark of eye.

Usnea lives in nothing but decay.

Grey Dalcenti never speaks.

Pale Alenta brings the blight.

Last there is the lord of the seven:

Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane.

Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.

Vampire!Park Jimin x Reader

Summary: After your adventures with Jimin last night you were so sure you couldn’t take any more of it, yet Jimin proved you wrong, again

Genre: supernatural, smut

Warnings: nipple play, oral (F receiving), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, cum eating, blood, blood drinking, praise kink (don’t fight with me on this we all know this boy has the biggest praise kink ever seen)

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“Oh (y/n).” You heard a sweet, raspy voice breathe down on your neck. The voice belonged to none other than Park Jimin, your boyfriend. You groaned, as you swat your hand in a shooing motion and turned from him in hopes of continuing your sleep.

“Come on (y/n), wake up.” Jimin grew a little impatient, which could be evident by his voice raising and him poking you in the side and shaking your shoulder ever so lightly, yet you wouldn’t budge. You were just too tired from your work shift and actions you did with Jimin last night, that you drifted off to sleep as soon as your head touched the fluffy pillows, despite Jimin’s protests to stay up for longer.

“Fine, I suppose I have to wake you up differently.” You felt his presence leave your side and heard shuffling as the bed dipped somewhere. Everything was quiet for a second and you thought he was finally done, until you felt the blanket being lifted and Jimin’s hands on your thighs, parting them softly and slowly. You threw the blanket off your body, eyeing Jimin.

“What are you doing?”

He gave no answer, but instead ran his fingers on the two marks on your left inner thigh before glossing his fingers over your clothed cunt earning a moan from you.

He lifted his gaze instantly at your moan before wearing his cheeky smile, “What? Last night wasn’t enough for you?”

The only sound that came from you was another moan as Jimin pressed his finger harder against you and moved it from side to side. You gripped the bed sheet, trying to suppress the urge to jump on him.

“You don’t have anything to say?” He teased, increasing the speed and pressure of his finger, “How about now?”

You knew he was smirking, you knew that he knew that you knew that he was smirking, he also knew that you knew that he knew you liked this. “Please Jimin.”

“Please what, jagi?”

"Please fuck me.” You breathed out, unable to control yourself anymore. You sat up kissing him passionately, not letting him to respond to what you just said because you just couldn’t keep your hands away anymore. He matched your kiss with his own intensity, pulling you on his lap, resting his hands on your ass to keep you pressed against him. You grind on him, wanting to feel something, anything at this point.

“Keep grinding against me like that baby and I won’t be responsible for my actions after it.” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” You whispered right back.

He flipped your positions so that he was above you and you were laying under him. He took your T-shirt off, which was actually one of his own that he let you keep, and grabbed your left breast. You moaned at the feeling of his hand around your breast and his cold fingers playing with your nipple. You gasped softly when you felt his mouth around your other nipple, his warm and wet tongue licking it tenderly.

You whined when his mouth and hand left your boobs, but were pleased when he pulled your panties down and threw them to the side. His index finger played with your entrance, teasing you.

“You’re getting wetter,” he caressed your thigh, “it’s making me thirsty.” Jimin’s lips attached to your pussy lips, licking your clit slowly. You groaned his name, reaching your hand to intertwine your fingers in his soft hair. You guided his head deeper knowing damn well he loved that. He gave into your wishes and sucked more fiery, hearing the slurps he made only made you needier. You soon started to rock your hips to his licks, being closer and closer to your release. The tangles in your stomach were saying you weren’t going to hold on for much longer. You bit your lips as you closed your eyes to focus only on his mouth, his tongue itching you to your orgasm.

You were close, oh so close. “Fuck Chim, I’m going to-” but then it all stopped. The licks, the sucking, his mouth leaving you yet again. You opened your eyes, the coat of sweat on your forehead and the slight unfocused eyes ensured Jimin he was doing good, very good, in fact.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked him, breathless and deprived of the orgasm you craved.

“’Cause I think it’d feel way better if I fed from you.” Jimin moved your hair from your neck, exposing the tender skin. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You moaned when you felt the tips of his fangs poking at your skin. You remembered the first time he did this, you were nervous, scared even since you’ve never done anything like that before, you thought it’ll hurt which it did when his fangs broke the skin but there was soon a feeling of pleasure coursing through you when the endorphins hit you like a truck. Now though you were used to his fangs, even going as far as saying the bite doesn’t hurt anymore but instead gets you excited. 

“Mhm, I think that might be best.”

Jimin laughed, he recognised that tone of your voice, but he wasn’t about to deprive you of it. There was a moving of his fingers around your entrance again, and then he pushed his index finger in, you clenching around it. Jimin started pumping his finger in and out of you, gaining another moan from you. He pushed another finger in, stretching you for his cock, he licked the spot on your neck before you felt his fangs pierce the skin, the feeling of blood leaving your body. The pleasure you felt from his fingers and his bite were too much and you knew you wouldn’t hold for long.

“Jimin I’m cumming!” You screamed as you finally hit your release. Jimin pulled his fingers out and detached his mouth from your neck, smiling at you and your blood visible on his teeth. You closed your eyes and tried catching your breath, relaxing your body from the intense orgasm.

“I’m not done yet, (y/n).” Jimin’s voice was like a distant whisper as your hearing at that moment wasn’t the best it could be. You faintly heard a drawer open and close, then a ripping of a packet, before you felt the familiar hardness of Jimin’s cock against you.

“Can I?” You gave him a nod of encouragement and were filled with a well-known thickness. “Fuck (y/n), baby, you’re so tight. So tight and wet and perfect.” The way the growled made him sound even sexier, if that was a possibility. You wanted to grab him, to scratch his back so the marks were visible, to kiss and suck on his neck until you were satisfied with the hickey you made, but you couldn’t, not because you didn’t want to but because you couldn’t move. The orgasm Jimin caused was so damn powerful that it left you in some sort of paralysis, although you weren’t complaining.

“How does that feel baby?” He shoved his cock hard into your G-spot making you scream.

“Good! So fucking good Jimin baby!” Even if you couldn’t see him you could tell he was smiling, a thing you learned from your relationship with him was that Jimin needed reassurance when he was doing something, which made him this adorable baby when he’d pout and ask if he was doing okay.

“I’m close jagi!” You could tell even if he didn’t tell you. You felt him get sloppier with his thrusts, his dick twitching ever so slightly inside of you, you knew he wouldn’t last long, nor would you as your second orgasm was closing in on you.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too Chim!”

With another sharp thrust both of you moaned each other’s names in pure delight. Jimin rode out your highs before collapsing next to you, short of breath. He glanced at you to make sure you’re okay and you returned his gaze with your own and a small, shy smile indicating you were fine. His stare seemed to move down, now examining the bite marks on your neck and the dried blood around them.  

“I forgot to lick the marks.”

“They’ll heal,” you said trying to get him to not think about that.

“Yeah I know, but not fast enough or at least not as fast as they would if I licked them.” His hand grabbed yours, giving it a squeeze as he brought it up to kiss the back of it. You kissed his lips tenderly trying to tell him it’s okay he didn’t lick them.

“I love you so much, you know that (y/n)?”

“I know Jimin-oppa. I love you just as much.”

You turned from him so you could spoon each other and just enjoy each other. “Should we shower?” Jimin asked you, kissing your shoulder affectionately. You hummed in response, feeling the sleep overtake you, “You shower if you want, but I’m going back to sleep.”

L'attesa non aumenta il desiderio,

a me fa passare proprio la voglia.

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IM SO PROUD OF OUR BOYS 😭💕