I Love The I Belong To You Story! Will You Ever Write A Sequel Or A Story About How One Of The Other

I love the I belong to you story! Will you ever write a sequel or a story about how one of the other vampires found love

Hi darling! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story ❤️ I’ve never thought about it, but now that you mention it, I might just have to!

“All I’ve done is continue on, but even today, I continue to learn new things. So here I stand today with my members, with faith in myself, my members, and the world. And I hope you also will do the same for yourself and move forward”. 

happy birthday, jeon jungkook (97/09/01) ♡  — i will walk this path with you.

Into Eternity - Part XIII

Holy wow it’s been a minute. Sorry about that loves, but here’s an update on a oldie but a goodie! Hope you enjoy, love you all lots!

As per usual I don’t own the photo.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance

Warnings: Smut (You heard me), Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe guys!), coarse language.

The sun pricked at the sky as you looked out of your window. You felt weaker and weaker as the days progressed. You really were starting to worry for your health. The coughs that wracked your frame made you dizzy, and the food Hoseok brought didn’t make you feel any better. 

You were surprised that the man had taken care of you for the time being. It made you wonder about him...

Each time you coughed or wobbled getting to your feet... Hoseok was there to help you. It was truly odd, making you ponder on the possibility of him warming up to you. Or if he was buttering you up for slaughter. 

Hoseok wasn’t an idiot, but neither were you. You saw that rage and anger in his eyes before departing here. However, it had waned over the past months. He didn’t seem angry with you anymore. He seemed more... defeated? Exhausted?

The man looked as if something was troubling him, deeply. You wanted to ask him about his stresses, but you knew that he’d never divulge you in such intimate details of himself. Hoseok was a mysterious man who was dead set on keeping his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. 

You couldn’t blame him for that either. He was a serious individual, although Jungkook swears he’s much more lively the more you get to know him. You hadn’t met Hoseok on good terms, perhaps if you’d gotten to know each other in different circumstances... Maybe you two could’ve even been friends. 

Jungkook and Taehyung both say that Hoseok was a good person. He is merely distraught over the death of his wife and child. 

You knew what Jimin’s death would do to you. So, blaming Hoseok for his grief wasn’t fair. Although people would argue that his treatment of you wasn’t an even exchange. 

Gazing as the sun began to crest at the top of the treeline near the castle walls you saw a small speck in the distance. It was small, but moving towards the palace with gusto. Fear trickled down your spine. 

Who could it be...?

“H-Hoseok!” you cried, coughing harshly at the tone of your voice. 

Within moments you heard a reply, “Yes, Lady Y/N?”

“W-Who is i-t that comes?” you asked. “There’s someone coming!”

Hoseok looked out of the window as he climbed the tower to where you were. There indeed was someone approaching the castle. More than one individual he saw. As he reached the top of the stairs he saw you looking for yourself. Biting your lip you tried to squint to focus your vision.

“Lady Y/N, I should tell you,” Hoseok began.

“What is it?”

“I sent for help,” Hoseok stated. 

“Help with Morgana?” you questioned.

You’d know of her imprisonment underneath the palace for a few days. Hoseok came back, battered and bruised, hauling her unconscious frame behind him. When you’d asked what had happened, he merely told you he went hunting... And found her near a spring, taking a sacrifice. In her distracted state he was able to attack and get her under his control. He had taken off his necklace from Father Jin in order to subdue her magic enough to bring her back here to lock her up for the time being.

“Yes and no. You’re ill, and Father Jin will be able to help you,” he explained. “Your illness is progressing, I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Father Jin...?” you whispered, looking at the carriage more clearly now.

“And no doubt Jungkook for protection,” Hoseok added.

“Just Father Jin and Jungkook,” you frowned. 

Hoseok watched your entire frame deflate as your eyes grew tired once more. He frowned before doing what he knows he shouldn’t. 

He wasn’t supposed to be kind to you... Morgana would be furious.

“My lady I highly doubt the Prince would let them come here without taking him as well,” he explained.

Your head whipped to him, eyes big with hope. “Do you think? Do you think he’s with them?” you questioned. 

“I’d see it very unlikely if he wasn’t,” he said, feeling his heart clench in pain at the elated expression that came over your face. 

“I need to go, I need to meet him,” you breathed, stumbling over to your dresser and pulling on some boots that had been placed there. You laced them tightly, keeping them secure on your feet.

“My Lady, you’re sick I can’t let you go-”

“Don’t tell me, I already know. I want to see my husband,” you breathed, coughing lightly when you stood up. “I need a cloak..”

You threw open your wardrobe and pulled on the thick fur cloak you’d ridden here in. Quickly, you had it over your shoulders and you were heading for the door. Hoseok didn’t try to stop you as you rushed past him. He knew it wouldn’t be worth it to fight with you.

You couldn’t feel your legs as you flew down the stairs. Your lungs were terribly upset at working this hard, but you didn’t care in the slightest. Jimin was waiting for you. 

Hauling yourself to the bottom of the steps you heard your feet hitting the stonework of the old palace. The corridors moved by quickly, torn tapestries and aged paintings seeming to urge you on. 

He’s right there. Almost there... They seemed to whisper their encouragement, because soon he was going to be there with you. So close. 

When you hit the main entrance you pushed the door open. You saw the horses now, working hard to pull the carriage through the snow. It seemed as if your feet didn’t need the command from you to move as you took off. The snow clung to your boots, making it hard for you to run. 

Pulling your feet from their icy captors you kept on, your eyes starting to tear up with the idea of holding your husband in your arms again. Just a little more, you were closer now. 

Jimin looked and saw a figure trekking through the snow from his window. Your hair flew out from underneath the hooded cloak you’d covered yourself in. Jimin watched as you flung yourself through the heavy wetness that had covered the ground. 

“Jungkook stop the carriage, let me out!” Jimin ordered. 

“Woah!” Jungkook demanded, having the steeds slow their pace,

Jimin didn’t even wait for them to stop completely, you were only a few steps away. Throwing the door to the cabin open he jumped out, taking off running towards you. 

“Highness a cloak!” Father Jin stated, but he didn’t hear him.

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted, stumbling against the new medium.

“JIMIN!” you screamed back, cloak hood coming down to reveal your flushed face to him.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs as you saw Jimin’s hair, his eyes, his lips. God had you missed him. Your memory didn’t do him any justice as he slowly came into your vision. Beautiful pink lips, swollen from his teeth worrying them. His bright eyes that held so much adoration and emotion in them. Billowing blonde hair that was longer than the last time you’d seen him. He hadn’t cut it.

So close now... You reached out and so did he. Arms waiting for the embrace. The two of you collided, wrapping around one another and chests heaving. You sobbed into his shoulder, tightly winding your hands into his hair. Jimin was in a similar state, eyes clouded with tears as he tried to ease his heartbeat. 

You were there, you were in his arms and you were safe.

“Darling, my love look at me,” Jimin urged, pulling away to look into your eyes. Your eyes shone with your own emotions, tears pouring down your red cheeks. “God, I missed you.”

“Jimin,” you whimpered, holding his face. “I missed you too. I love you so much, my God.” 

Jimin brought you into his arms again, lifting you slightly as he kept his arms around your frame. He couldn’t feel any bones, and he knew that was a good sign. You were shaking in his grasp, placing soft kisses on his face. 

“God, Y/N,” he cried, placing his lips on your firmly.

You’d forgotten how much you loved his mouth. It made your heart rage with love and warmth you’d been devoid of for so long. Finally Jimin was here with you, you could kiss him and hold him close. 

“Mmm, Jimin, I love-mmm, I love you,” you murmured in between his kisses. 

“I love you too, I love you so much Y/N,” he whispered, placing delicate kisses to your flesh. 

You couldn’t feel the cold, because all you could sense around you was Jimin. He was all there was, you and him. His strong embrace and warm chest that made you want to sleep there forever. 

“Jimin,” you breathed, loving the way his name sounded on your tongue. 

“My love, you’re ill, why are you out here?” he asked, pulling your cloak around you tighter. You shook your head and brought your mouth to his again, loving the wet and soft sensation it brought you. Jimin sighed heavily against your mouth, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. 

He couldn’t win against you, and he knew it. There would be no point in trying to reprimand you, because he was so glad you’d come out to greet him. His mouth worked against yours in a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to devour you whole. 

Your knees clacked together as the chill settled in your bones. You wavered in your stance, but Jimin kept you upright. “My darling, we need to get you inside,” he whispered. 

“I want to kiss you more,” you whined, placing a gentle peck on his lips. 

“There will be plenty of time for that, but you are sick. I want to make sure you get well as soon as possible, and I can kiss you anywhere... And I plan to kiss you everywhere,” he smirked, licking his lips lightly. 

You shuddered from the promise before allowing him to lift you into his embrace. Wrapping your arms around his neck you placed your forehead against his, smiling brightly as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Father Jin was quick to come and greet you as well, Jungkook following in his footsteps. 

Hoseok watched from the tower you’d ran out from. 

The whole sight was beautiful. You running to each other, finally getting to embrace after so long. Hoseok felt a small tear fall down his cheek, one he wiped away furiously. 

Would that be what he and his wife would do?

He swallowed hard and watched as Jimin spun you around, making you burst into laughter. A cough wracked your frame and Jimin kissed your head gently. Father Jin came in and place a few drops of something into your mouth before Jimin headed for the door.

Hoseok removed himself from the window and went downstairs. There was much to discuss.

—

When Jimin was certain you were wrapped up and warm in your bed, he found himself able to leave your side long enough to gather the men downstairs.

“Highness,” Hoseok greeted formally. Jimin brought Hoseok into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “Thank you for keeping her safe for me. I am eternally grateful for you, remember this.”

Hoseok’s mouth turned sour at the Prince’s genuine words. These weren’t the words he deserved to hear. His stomach churned as he stepped away, bowing in Jimin’s direction.

“It was my duty, I am glad she is safe,” he agreed.

“Now, we must speak of what to do with that putrid hag downstairs,” Jimin growled. Jungkook looked to the stairs then to Hoseok.

“Has she said anything?”

Hoseok shook his head. “Silent as ever. Only groans and something about a sacrifice, but other than that? Nothing.”

Jimin’s fists tensed. “I want to see her, I want to see the thing that’s been threatening my family for centuries,”  he growled.

“No, highness, it’s not worth it,” Jungkook stated.

“She needs to die, once she is killed Lady Y/N and you can be safe. As well as the Kingdom,” Hoseok explained.

“When should we kill her?”

“I have a poison that I can use on my blades to pierce her heart, once I do so, she will be no more,” Hoseok declared.

“Where did you find it? How do you know it will work?” Jungkook asked.

“Just... trust me, please,” Hoseok said, “It’s the only chance we have.”

“I’ll take you at your word, Hoseok,” Jimin said. 

“Where shall the deed take place?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the group before him. 

“There is a monument to the East, one that was built by his Highness’ ancestor. There’s a ceremonial table in the middle where he killed his beloved, I say that is where we should kill her,” Hoseok said. 

Jungkook was about to question something Hoseok said, but Jimin was quick to cut him off. 

“That sounds perfect, Hoseok, that will be where the dreaded witch takes her last breath,” Jimin declared. 

“Gentleman,” Father Jin approached, “I have received a bird from Lord Taehyung. He and Yoongi would like to be here for the witch’s end. Lord Taehyung said he would be leaving shortly after the message was sent to me,” Father Jin explained. 

“Then we wait for Taehyung,” Jimin agreed. “He has helped a great deal and should be able to bear witness to this feat of the Kingdom.”

Hoseok felt his stomach turn uneasily. Jimin was so trusting of him and everything he’d done. But all that he’d really did was lie to his future King’s face. Something that is punishable by death...

Was he merely sewing his own demise in this scenario?

The witch had come to a broken, and defeated man. One who had just lost everything... W-Was she going to hold up her end of the bargain? Who was to say she had to?

Hoseok felt bile rise in his throat. 

Jimin noticed his friend’s unease. 

“Hoseok, perhaps you should go lie down for a while, you’ve done such a great job of caring for Y/N, but now it is time for you to rest. Eat, drink and revel at another time. Now is your time to breath, and perhaps find it in your heart to forgive me,” he said, touching his shoulder. 

“W-Why would I need to forgive you majesty?” he asked. 

“Because I was the one who took you away from your wife and child. I put that unnecessary anxiety on you... I should’ve chosen someone else, anyone else... Or waited. I apologize for that. And you, you have my trust in whatever you may ask for it in, because you have cared for Y/N while she has been sick. While I couldn’t keep her close to me, you did that, and I will forever show you my gratitude in any way you might ask for it,” Jimin said, genuine promise in his features. 

Hoseok felt his stomach churn once more before he was getting sick. Father Jin and Jimin were right next to him moments later. 

“Hoseok? Are you alright?” 

“Perhaps caring for Lady Y/N all this time has taken its toll on the man,” Father Jin concluded. 

“He needs rest,” Jimin stated, “Take him to his room and get him something to help with his nausea.”

Father Jin nodded and helped guide him away from the group. 

But the nausea didn’t decrease in any way, it only grew...

—

Jimin walked into your room slowly, making a point not to wake you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, lighting a candle and gazing at his form entering the space.

“Ah, my dear. I was hoping you were still asleep,” he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

“You aren’t good at sneaking around my love,” you whispered, teasing him.

“You should be resting,” Jimin lamented, coming to bed.

“I don’t want to rest,” you whispered.

Jimin looked into your eyes.

“What was that?” He said, raising a brow.

Slowly, you peeled away your dressing gown to reveal a beautiful, red silk nightdress. Jimin swallowed thickly as he observed your body before him.

“I. Don’t want. To rest,” you emphasized the phrase.

“Oh?” Jimin felt fire running through his veins.

“I was going to save this until after the witch parishes but... I think now is as good a time as any,” you bit your lip.

“My darling, are you sure?” He asked, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“I want you so badly, Jimin, please don’t make me wait any longer,” you begged.

Jimin shot into action, grasping your hips and pulling you to him in a hurry of limbs. You gasped when your lips collided, molding together perfectly.

“Jimin,” you breathed, holding his shoulders as he kissed your jawline.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. But now that the moment is here I... I feel unprepared,” Jimin admitted.

“We don’t have to do this now, we can wait,” you said, hating the thought but not wanting Jimin to be uncomfortable.

“No, I want this. I want you, I’m just... I’m nervous,” he blushed. You leaned forward and rested your foreheads together.

“I am as well, we’ll figure it out together, okay?” 

He nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled down at your locked hands. Your rings were glittering in the candle light.

“I love you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

Jimin smiled back softly, kissing your fist. “I love you too.”

Gently, Jimin pushed you into your back. You let yourself fall down, hair billowing out underneath you. Jimin took a strand and let it run through his fingers.

A soft kiss was pressed to your hairline, then your nose, lips and jaw. Jimin sampled each section of your body as if it was a full course banquet with no end. As Jimin presses a kiss to your pelvis, you whimpered lightly. He looked up, making eye contact with you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your hip.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’m fine, please don’t stop.”

Jimin nodded and went back to work, kissing your body slowly. You felt adored, like you were a piece of fine art that he was marveling.

Every part of you was new to him, well, almost.

Jimin has been privy to your womanhood once before. But you hadn’t done anything near that since then. Besides bathing together. The thought saddened you. You received all the pleasure that night. You were going to remedy that.

Just as Jimin was going to pull up your dress, you placed a hand on his wrist. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with a worried expression.

“Did I go too far? Do you want to stop?” He asked.

“No, I want to try my hand at pleasuring my husband,” you smirked. 

Jimin breathed out harshly, nodding before you and leaning back in bed. You moved over his frame, smiling at his flushed expression. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, getting up on his elbows to kiss you.

A chaste touch of lips was all you allowed as you diverted your attention to the growing tent in his pants. Unfastening the ties you allowed yourself moments of deep breaths. Jimin was panting, looking at you through his lashes. Sending him a small smile you finally got his pants undone. 

“Lift your hips up for me,” you said, tugging on his trousers. He did so, lifting his butt up off the bed and giving you a nice view up his tunic. The flash of skin you saw was so enticing you hardly noticed he was bare from the hips down. 

Jimin was fully aware of his nakedness. 

“Darling,” he whined, resting his head back. You shook yourself out of your stupor and turned your eyes back to his erection. You blushed bright pink as you looked at it for a few moments, unsure of where to start. 

“How do I...? I’ve never,” you trailed off, looking up at the ceiling for a few moments. 

“Here, like this,” Jimin said, reaching forward to take your hand. Unconsciously, you jumped. Jimin soothed your nerves, running his fingers over your knuckles to calm your racing heart. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his arousal. He grunted softly at the contact, making your heart flutter with approval.

You gave him a few tentative strokes, light and noncommittal in their pressure. Jimin’s eyes still rolled back in his head as he struggled to breathe. “Baby, keep going, t-tighter,” he pleaded, gripping the sheets in his fists. Loving the reactions already, you did as he asked. Tightening you grip you firmly stroked him. Your husband cried out, arm covering his eyes as if he were embarrassed by his reactions. 

“I-I want to... Um,” you flushed at your promiscuous thought. 

You wanted to put him in your mouth, so badly. You’d barely gotten hold of this motion and you already wanted to go further. Jimin lifted his head and looked at you. 

“Are you alright-ah! E-ease up for a moment darling,” he said, stopping your motions with his hand on your wrist. 

You shuffled in your nightgown, biting your lip habitually. 

“I-I want to.. Want to put you... In m-my mouth,” you covered your face with your hands, ready to hear how you were a disgusting harlot with thoughts like these. All you got was a surprised sound from the man in front of you. 

“Y-You want to? Really?” he asked, sounding breathless at the mere notion of the action.

“Yes...?” you said, peeking your eyes out from behind your hands. 

“Please, I would love that. I-I’ve thought of it often while you’ve been away,” he said, pressing his thumb to your lips lovingly. 

On instinct you opened your mouth and took his thumb between your lips. Jimin groaned at the feeling and you moved your tongue along his finger slowly. Quickly you found yourself on your back with Jimin in between your legs. You bit your lip once more, almost drawing blood from the action. 

“I don’t know if I can wait that long. I’m not sure I’m going to last long once I get inside of you,” he whined, kissing your jawline in anxiety. 

“I want to, please,” you begged. 

“Anything you want, anything,” he agreed, shuffling to the side of the bed. 

“Should I... Um, how should I?” you asked, gown falling down your shoulder just a tad. 

“Come over here and get on your knees in front of me, let me get you a pillow first, hang on,” he worried, grabbing the object and placing it down in front of him on the floor. You got up on wobbly legs and then situated yourself on your knees in front of him. 

“Okay,” you said, taking the shawl that was covering your arms and removing it. Jimin made a small noise in the back of his throat as he saw more of your skin. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, brushing your hair back with his fingers. 

“Yes, I feel fine,” you answered, kissing his palm to assure him. 

“Okay, come here and give me a kiss then,” he said, leaning down to connect your mouths together again. Jimin nipped at your lower lip, making you open your mouth to question him. But before you could, his tongue slipped inside. You gasped, unsure if you liked the feeling... But the longer Jimin kissed you, the more you were unable to care.

He pulled away, licking his lips as he did so. You felt your heart hammering inside your chest as he started to unbutton his top. Soon it too fell to the floor. Jimin was completely naked before you. You’d seen him in such a state before, that doesn’t mean that you were used to the sight by any means. 

“Alright my love, now open your mouth and spit onto me,” he said, taking his thumb and pressing down on your tongue.

“Waa?” you said, his finger making you unable to speak correctly. 

“Here, like this,” he said, spitting into his hand and stroking himself slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. 

“Okay,” you said after he moved his hand away from your face. 

Scooting forwards you collected some drool in your mouth and held your hair back. Opening your mouth you drooled onto his member, looking thick and long in the flickering light. Jimin hissed at the hot feeling of your spit on him, he pumped himself a few times as the sight of you above him. 

“Now, come forward and just take the tip of me in your mouth,” he instructed. You nodded, moving your head down to take him in your hot mouth. Jimin groaned when you did so, tightening his fist on the bed beside him.

You sucked lightly, as if eating an iced sweet on a hot summer day. Jimin cried out, hips shuddering at the action. You leaned down more, taking his length deeper inside yourself. You looked up to see him staring at you in awe, pleasure written across his features. You could tell he liked it, and you wanted to see him lose control. 

Carefully, you slid your head back, letting his hot erection leave your mouth. He huffed at the sensation, feeling his mind clear up at the lowered pleasure. 

Suddenly, you took him in again, building a soft rhythm of your head. Jimin was shocked, how were you so good already? It wasn’t the best he’d ever received, but it felt even better because it was you giving it to him. 

“Don’t-ugh, d-don’t feel like you have to be perfect right away, you’re doing very well so far, ah!” Jimin encouraged. 

But you wanted to be the best he’d ever had. You were determined to have it be so, even on your first night together. 

Each time he reached the back of your mouth you gagged lightly, making him fuss over you in worry. But you wanted to take him further...

Taking a deep breath you leaned forward and took him deeper into your mouth, past your gag reflex and into your throat, making Jimin cry out in agonizing pleasure.

“Fuck, ah!” he cried, trying to keep himself in line. 

Pulling back you felt drool go down your chin, some connected to him still. Coughing rattled your chest as you tried to soothe your fit. Jimin was immediately kneeling in front of you, brushing the tears from your face as you coughed. 

“My love, please don’t do things like that until you’re ready,” he said, kissing your lips soft.

“But I want,” you coughed, “I want to be perfect for you,” you hiccuped, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You already are, my darling, you already are. So perfect. You took me so well just then, I felt so good because of you,” he murmured, kissing your head to ease your panicked thoughts. 

“Let me try again,” you said, already pushing him back so you could take him in once more. But he took your wrists in his hands gently, shaking his head. 

“No, not tonight. Now, let’s focus on you, my love,” he smiled. 

Your heart stopped as you realized this was it. 

This was the night you would be losing your maidenhood to your husband. The man you loved. There was no turning back in your mind. You wanted this so bad you could hardly breathe, although the illness didn’t help. 

Jimin helped you stand, bringing you into his arms. 

“I love you so much, I’ll do anything for you,” he breathed into your hair. 

“I love you too, more than I’ll ever be able to say,” you responded. 

“Lie down,” he encouraged, turning you around so your back was to the bed. 

Before you sat down, you took your nightgown and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. Jimin looked at you with such adoration it made your heart hurt. You then complied, laying down on the mattress and soft fabric. 

Jimin, crawled after you, hovering over your body. 

His hand went between your legs, thumb running up your slit gently. You cried out, gripping the sheets out of nerves and pleasure. Jimin dipped one finger into your sweet cunt, it being enveloped up to the knuckle. He moaned quietly as the feeling, he couldn’t believe you were so tight...

“J-Jimin, more,” you mewled, wanting to feel everything. 

“I’ll give it to you, I swear I’ll make sure you can’t leave this bed tomorrow,” he growled, pulling his fingers from you and putting them in his mouth. He nudged your knees apart with his, placing himself between your legs comfortably. 

His length hit your core a few times, making the two of you shudder in anticipation. 

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking down at you. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you consented, snuggling into the pillows cutely. Jimin smiled at your actions before taking himself in his hands and lining himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, you felt him begin to enter you. It wasn’t painful per se, it was more of a pressure and a little bit of burning. Jimin stopped a few times, making sure you were alright. When his hips met yours, the pair of you huffed in approval. You felt so full, as if you would never need anything ever again. This complete feeling making your head spin with arousal. 

“Oh shit,” he moaned, resting his head on your chest. 

“A-Are you alright?” you asked, chuckling lightly. Jimin was quick to grab your hip to stop you. 

“D-Don’t do that, I can feel every breath you're taking, you’re so tight God damn,” he huffed out. 

“Does it feel good for you?” you asked, scratching down his back gently. 

He bucked into you at your approval, a sharp moan coming from your lips at the action. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him before an answer could come from him. You knew it already, he was feeling what you were feeling too. 

You felt at home like this. 

“You feel incredible around me like this, it’s so hot and tight,” he breathed, grinding against you for your benefit. 

“You too, you feel so good inside me, Jimin,” you whimpered, cheeks flushing at the statement you made. 

It was all so lewd, the heavy breathing and soft smacks of your lips together. 

“Please move, please give it to me, Jimin,” you whined, writhing underneath him. 

How could he deny you of anything in this world?

Pulling his hips back, he fell into a comfortable rhythm. It stung a bit, but nothing you couldn’t get used to. Jimin was focused on the sight of himself disappearing inside of you. It was so mesmerizing how you took him so well, for your first time too. 

He’d never expected it to feel this good, so snug inside your body like this. God it was driving him crazy, the way your chest bounced when he hit inside you deeper than before. Leaning up he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it to give you more stimulation. 

Whining you tangled your fingers in his hair, wanting more of his mouth on your skin. Jimin moved his hips harder, grinding against you when your hips connected. 

“Oh Jimin, so big,” you cried out, gripping onto his shoulders. 

Your heart was pounding as you felt yourself climbing towards a height you didn’t even know existed until this point. Your throat was tight at the emotion swarming in your mind and your chest. 

The love for this man inside you so intense it made you want to weep. 

“God you feel so good,” he groaned against your chest, “get on top of me.”

“Huh?” you said, looking up at him in confusion. 

“Like this, come here,” he said, pulling out of you and rolling over onto his back.

You followed after him, legs already a little jelly like from his incessant pounding. 

Taking his offered hand you straddled the man, his throbbing length sitting right above your clit. Not being able to help yourself you ground against him, his slick member rubbing against your clit in a delicious manner. 

“Fuck you look so pretty like that, rubbing yourself with my cock, it makes me want to fuck you even harder,” Jimin snarled, making goosebumps rise along your skin in pleasure. You wanted that too, you wanted him to fuck you so hard that you didn’t even know your own name. It was intoxicating, the feeling you were experiencing. 

“I want you back inside me,” you groaned, lifting your hips and lowering yourself back onto his cock. 

“Oh shit, darling you feel so fucking incredible,” he groaned. 

“You’re even deeper inside me, so big,” you whined, lifting yourself up and building a rhythm of your own. Jimin grunted each time you found yourself connecting with his hips. 

Taking his thumb he found your clit, rubbing against it gently to give you that extra push of pleasure you didn’t know you needed until now. Now, it wasn’t a build, it was as if you were being hurtled towards that feeling of ecstasy that was waiting beyond the barrier for you.

Jimin was panting at the sensation of being inside you. Walks clenching tightly, sucking him back inside when you lifted yourself off of him.

“I feel strange,” you mewed, gripping onto your husband’s hands for dear life.

“It’s alright, my love, let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum,” he murmured. 

“Ah! Jimin!”

“Y/N!”

Your vision went hazy as a rush of pleasure coursed through your body. White, hot and suffocating bliss wrapped it’s heated tendrils around your body as you shivered. Jimin kept pushing his hips into you, coaxing you through your orgasm. You felt your body slump over, collapsing onto Jimin’s chest in a heap. 

A soft chuckle could be heard, a small groan following after. 

“Gods that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, I thought seeing you naked would take the cake, but that... You’re such a vision my love,” he whispered into your ear. 

Jimin adjusted you on his chest, heart hammering loudly against your ear. 

It was silent besides your harsh breaths and Jimin’s calm hands smoothing down your back. You almost felt your eyes close when his voice crept back into your mind.

“M-My love, I know you’re tired but would you lay back for me?” he asked,  a sheepish look upon his face. 

“Mmm?” you asked, looking up at him with bleary eyes. 

“N-Nevermind darling, just rest,” he coughed. It was then you adjusted your hips and felt his hardness still nestled deep within you. 

“Jimin did you not...?” you asked, shifting your body slightly. 

“N-No I didn’t,” he croaked, your slight motion already creeping him towards that desperate edge. 

“Then by all means,” you said, sitting up and pulling him with you, “Finish what we started.”

Jimin had you pinned on the bed not a moment later, eyes burning like the candle beside you. “Gods I love you. I love you so much,” he murmured for what felt like the ninetieth time this evening. But you’d never tire of hearing it come from his sweet mouth. It was saccharin on his tongue and sure alcohol to your ears. 

You were addicted to this man, and everything he had to give you.

“Ah, Y/N,” he grunted, hips pushing inside of you rather messily. 

“Are you close?” you asked, wondering if his body was nearing that tightening sensation you had felt minutes before. 

“So insufferably close I feel I might die,” he cried, kissing your neck with sloppy passion. 

“Then finish inside me, let’s make an heir tonight,” you encouraged. 

“M-My love?” he asked, looking at you with sure wonder in his eyes. 

“Do it, give me a child Jimin, please,” you begged, gripping your chest as he assaulted your womanhood. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin groaned, his whole body tensing up.

A shot of warmth filled your stomach as you could tell Jimin was finished. He bucked his length into you a few more times, shuddering as he did so. He must’ve been sensitive, because each time he moved out you clenched, making him grit his teeth. 

“Easy, or you might have twins,” he growled.

You laughed half-heartedly, wincing when he pulled out of you. Jimin came forward, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, but passionate exchange.

“I love you,” you whispered once more.

“I love you too.”

Hi! I just wanted to say that I love Crimson Grail! Pirate AUS are like really rare I guess or I just haven't found any but I absolutely adore it! You're writing is really good I got so immersed in it!

Thank you so much sweet heart that is so kind of you!! I hope to be posting again soon, but I moved and I haven’t been able to post cause my computers dead and a bunch of other stuff.

But again, thank you so much for your kind words I really appreciate it.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

did u have a good day?

Aw thank you for asking. I had a busy day, I’m a pharmacy technician for my job so, I was on my feet all day. But other than being busy I had a great day, thank you babes! ❤️