Requested by MarkShiki
A Jimin smut
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The world was dark, darker than the shadows. I looked down on my feet, seeing nothing but the empty abyss. It felt as if I was falling, and I wanted to scream, but no sound came from my throat. It was burning, like a fire inside that wanted me to extinguish it with something thicker than water. I felt the need of blood, the craving for something so sinful like a human's flesh.
Suddenly I was standing in front of a castle. The big doors were open just for me as I moved in the shadows. As if I was floating in the air, I glazed over the dark surface into the coldness that had taken over the castle.
I traced my hand over the cold metal pole that was holding up the ceiling. As if the door still stood open, I felt a cold breeze against my neck. The feeling, chilling me down and giving me goose bumps. I turned around, feeling how my heart raced it's pace, the door was shut close and no one was there. I turned around to the pole once again, only to back away. A figure, tall and black was standing in front of me. I couldn't make out the face, it was like a shadow looking strait at me. Faceless, nameless. I felt how my feet started to move, running away from it, down the hall and up the stairs. Further away from the evil that looked at me.
I stopped when I came up the second stair. My gaze landed on a dark painting. I walked up to it, seeing the blood run down from the golden frame that held the painting together. My gaze moved to the painting itself, half torn between the three boys that stood next to each other. Like three shadows looking strait at me, almost faceless. I traced my finger across the tear between the three, only to jerk my hand back as blood started to flow from each brother's eye. I stepped back, my gaze still on the bloody torn painting, and I bumped into someone's hard chest. A sudden pair of cold hands covered my vision, sending me in to panic. A dark chuckle was heard behind me and shivers went down my spine. The hands were removed faster than they came over me, letting me open my eyes. Another figure was now standing in front of me. Still, this one was too faceless as it looked at me. The shadow walked closer to me, shorter than the one before, but more confident. I wanted to back away, but couldn't as if I was trapped. The shadow's hand traced down my neck, to my chest. I held in the scream that was stuck in my throat.
"You can't escape this no more; your smell is too sweet." The voice was dark and I felt how my knees started to fail me. Too scared to stand there as the shadow touched me, I started to stumble away. My heart pounded loudly, pumping out blood to my body.
I ran up the stairs, stumbling over and tripping over my own feet. As I fell down, my gaze was stuck to something that came falling down with me. A large, black feather. I picked it up, looking closely at it, feeling the softness of it against my palm. The soothing feeling made me smile, only to hear a roar that brought me back to where I was. I looked up seeing a wolf glaring at me. It's teeth bared at me as saliva was dripping from the mouth. I gasped as I stood up, ready to run down.
As I turned around, the two shadows stood there, in front of me. Eyes were shadowed, letting me see the smirks they had on their faces. Turning back to where the wolf had been standing at the top of the stairs, was now standing right by my side. Growling at me as I screamed and stumbled over. I crawled back up against the wall. My eyes grew as I saw how the wolf turned into a man, who's smirk was equal to the two shadows'.
I woke up, sweating like hell and gasping for air. I slammed my hands over my face, sighing in relief as I realize it was all a dream. I looked out into the empty room of mine. Sighing once again as I realized that I was more alone that what I thought I would be. The second night in this apartment, all by myself. I looked at the clock on the wall that my father had pinned up.
"Time's all you need in an empty room like this the first week." His words lingered in my mind and I smiled, only to half scream as my phone started to play a small song, signaling I got a call. I stumbled out of bed and to the end of the room, picking up the call.
"_______!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard her voice, loud and clear.
"What?! Hana!" I shouted back, irritated so early in the morning. I heard how she laughed before she excitedly started to tell me why she called.
"You know that dream you had last night? Did you have the same now? I bet you did. Anyways, my mom's friend told me about this old fortune-teller. I want you to go there, I'll follow off course, I just hope it's nothing bad. I mean these dreams may mean something. Like love?!" I smiled as I heard her, she always talks fast when she was excited.
"Fine... at 5?" I say and I knew she nodded her head. She was cute, younger than me but we shared the same interests, and same class. We would always spend time together at school, and now outside when I had trouble.
I sighed and looked at the clock. 2.30 pm. Early to me. I just woke up.... The dreams I've been having started when I looked at this apartment, 2 months before I moved in. It's always the same dream, but the positions of the shadow men are always different. But it's always about those three. The three brothers. I don't know how I knew that they were brothers, I only did.
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I stood outside an old building, waiting for Hana. She had texted me the street and number, so I took a cab. It was windy outside, October had just started with it's color and darkness. I smiled as I saw her run over the street, her hair in a new color than yesterday. I smiled, black, it was the first time she has had that color. It suited her, she looked cute. Her cheeks were red as she came closer, her hands the same red from the coldness of the air.
"Sorry I'm late! The buss was late." She exclaims as she hugs me. I shook my head. "It's alright. Let's go!" I said, actually getting excited over this. I've never been to an fortune-teller before and I'm nervous. We stepped inside the building and took the elevator up 5 floors.
As the door opened we were greeted by a young boy, maybe he was 13 or so, tall he was and stylish hair. He slightly bowed his head and greeted Hana as if they knew each other.
"It's this way." He said, his voice deeper than I expected it to be. I looked at Hana and she just shrugged her shoulders. Guess they didn't knew each other.
"He's cute tho..." Hana whispered and I nodded my head, smiling. He sure was.
He leads us into one of the apartment-rooms, drapes with black pears that made a sound as we walked through it. It was like a black sea of pearls around me. Hana drags me out and further into the room, I thanked God that she was here, or else I would have been stuck.
The boy leads us into a darker room with a round table in the middle. An old lady sat there, waiting for us. He slightly bowed and left us with the lady.
"I guess that you're the one who wants answers?" She looked at me and I nodded my head. She pointed at the chair in front of her and I sat down, Hana next to me. She started to look at me and then at Hana.
"The only one that is allowed to speak is me and the person in questioned." Hana nodded and looked at me. She wouldn't be able to speak.
"Are you ready my dear?" She asked. I nodded and she pulled my hands closer to her. "You know this isn't science and you know that whatever happens is not your fault." She looked into my eyes and I nodded after looking at Hana. I saw how she sat there, excited of what was going to happen.
"I have one question." She looked at me and I nodded, signaling her to continue. "Your love life, how many men?" Hana smiled as she looked at me, I cleared my throat and told the embarrassing truth.
"None..." She looked down on my hands once again and then slowly nodded her head. "You're sure?" I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I don't have so much of a love life." I said, and she nodded.
"You see these red, almost blood red, marks on your nails? These indicates that you have sex at least 5 times per week." I gasped. 5 times per week? What? My nails can say something like that? I haven't even slept with anyone since the past year...
"That's not possible. I haven't slept with anyone since maybe January..." I said, it was like a whisper but she heard me clearly.
"Is it possible...?" The lady was talking more to herself than to me and Hana. "It can't be..." She looked at me again. "You're so young..." She said as she looked at my palm again, only to gaze into my eyes, terrified.
"You're the chosen... Please, I need you to leave, now." She let go of my hand and stood up. I looked at Hana, not really understanding what was happening.
"Miss, you need to leave."
"Can't you just tell us what's happening? Tell me what's happening to me!" I couldn't help but to feel how my voice was loud. She looked at me, her hands holding her arms as if she was frightened.
"You're haunted by the devil. They want to have you, all of them. The brother's will fight over you and blood will shed if you try to run." She looked around in the dark room as if something was there, lurking in the shadows.
"Just remember, the devil is not so black as he is painted." She said her final words and a breeze blew my hair back.
"I shouldn't have said that... I shouldn't have... You need to leave, both of you." Hana helped me up and we walked out together. I was just looking back at the door that closed right after we left, as Hana dragged me to the elevator. I felt how something touched my cheek, softly but nearly impossible to feel.
"Maybe you shouldn't think too much of it. I mean, she said devil, and then the brothers... Maybe she's just crazy..." I only nodded my head, but I couldn't help but to think that she was right. Crazy, maybe, but correct. As we got out it hadn't turned warmer. The wind was freezing and the evening dark. I looked up at the sky, noticing how I couldn't see the stars, even if it was clear.
Hana had said goodbye, leaving me to walk home alone. With headphones blasting music, I felt more safe than without. Not many people were outside at this time, so I could, without thinking, go and softly sing along. With my hands in my pockets I walked through the crowd less streets, only to stop and look behind me. Having the feeling of being followed, I took out one of my headphones. Nothing was there, and I felt how my heart started to beat loudly.
I turned around and started to continue walking, faster this time. Still with only one headphone in my ear, hoping I was wrong, that no one was following me and I was just paranoid after the meeting with that fortune-teller. I sighed as I got to the buss station, seeing how people were around. I felt less nervous that being just alone.
Under the buss drive, I felt safe. The buss came to a stop, and I stepped outside. It was just by my apartment building, so I walked over to the entrance without thinking of anything. The feeling of being watched over had disappeared.
I locked my door behind me and sighed. The apartment room was cold and dark. I lit the sky lamp in the hall and walked around the boxes that I hadn't yet unpacked. I fell down onto the bed, tired from walking so fast, and closed my eyes. But, in a flash, I opened them and sat up, as I heard a dark chuckle echo in the room. I felt the familiar feeling of darkness and frightening. It was like the dream all over again. In the corner of my eye I could see a figure standing against the wall. I moved my eyes to it, seeing him more that just a shadow. His eyes, glowing in a bluish gray, and his hair blond. He smirked at me as I looked at him. He was beautifully scary as he stood there, one foot on the wall as he leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His nose moved as if he was sniffing in the air.
"Her scent is sweet. Sweeter than anything else." I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, until I felt someone's breath in the crook of my neck. I gasped and stood up, facing the bed and the person sitting on it. He was too stunningly beautiful. His hair, a reddish brown, that was sweeping over his forehead gracefully. He had the same pair of bluish gray eyes like the other, but purer.
"Her blood, it's purer than anyone else's." I backed as he uttered the words, only to back onto something hard. I turned around and looked into a pair of pure silver colored eyes. His hair was the same color as his eyes, making him look purer that anything else in this world. His lip was plumper than the other, a soft pinkish flesh tone to them, they too were pulled up into a beautiful smirk.
"You're as beautiful as always, my bride." With his words I started to back, only to back into the other's chest. Quickly I turned around, only to have my vision blocked by his slender fingers. As he took away them, we stood somewhere else, in a big hall, the hall from my dream. I look around, seeing them standing on the stairs. They looked even more beautiful as the chandelier glowed over their bodies.
"My bride, don't be afraid." My gaze went to the one with silver hair, he was smirking but I could see a hint of love in his eyes.
"You don't have to follow him, come with me." His lip touched my earlobe as he talked. Blushing, I turned around, backing away from him.
"Jungkook, she's hyung's and you know it." The blond guy said as he turned up next to me, holding my hand and looking into my eyes.
"Even though I would love to taste her." He smirked and I could feel how my heart pounded hard and loudly, not really afraid anymore, but embarrassed.
"Just because he's the oldest? Why can't I have her? Just in the beginning?" I looked back at him whose name is Jungkook.
"Because she can only be my bride, remember?" The silver haired guy took me into his arms, away from the others.
"But can't I just taste her first? She smells amazing, the way her heart is pumping out the sweet blood of hers..." The blonde bit his lip as he looked at me. "I'm going crazy."
"Taehyung." He didn't even need to raise his voice, to make both of them look down to the ground. He had so much power over the two of them. I looked at how they obeyed the shorter.
"The only one that can have her, is me." I looked into his eyes, seeing everything yet nothing. I felt how my heart started to race and my cheeks heat up.
"Both her heart and body." He added as he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were soft on mine, and I couldn't help but to kiss him back. I was surprised, don't get me wrong, but it soon disappeared further into the kiss. His tongue twirled around with mine, leaving me breathless and lightheaded.
As he parted from me, I sank down to his feet. Unable to move my body. I could hear how he slightly chuckled before telling his brothers to leave. With his slender fingers he held up my chin, smirking as he saw the lust in my eyes.
"Let's take this in my room." His voice was a whisper and I felt how my cheeks oozed with heat. Curiosity built strongly in my heart as I looked into his silver eyes, and when I looked away we were no longer in the hall but in a bedroom.
"I hope you like your new habitat. Since you're going to live here forever." As he uttered the words, something sharp clutched around my neck. I gasped as the cold surface touched my naked skin, and he licked his lips. I was wearing a choker that extended into a leash, the leash he held dearly in his hand. As I sat there on the floor, I looked up at him, innocence in my eyes and he smirked as he bent down to me.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked, out of the blue. I slightly shook my head, all I knew was that wasn't human.
"I'm the devil, Jimin is my name. About the others, you don't need to think of them, all you need is me." He whispered into y ear, sending me chills down my spine. "But the only thing you will be screaming, will be daddy." I felt how he licked my earlobe and I clenched the fabric of my black skirt. I bit my lip and he clicked his tongue.
"Don't destroy your lip, that's my job." He groaned before he smashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly as he brought me closer with the help of the leash. Trying to breath between the kisses he gave me was hard, even harder when he started to feel around my body.
First his hands unhooked my bra, letting it disappear into thin air, away from my body. With a swift movement he had pulled off my tank top, tossing it towards the bed. The cold floor seemed to be cooler against my naked skin as he leaned me down. Still getting attacked by his hands and kisses, he started to move his kisses down from my mouth to my neck. Moaning loudly as he roughly made dark marks down from my neck to my left nipple. Playing with it roughly between his teeth as I arched my back.
"Ji~mmmm~" Jimin stopped and looked into my eyes, making me whimper.
"What did I say you would be screaming?" He asked, his hand pushing up against my wet panties and putting pressure on my clit.
"Da~mmm~ Ah~" I moaned and he smirked. "That's not it." He said, taunting me, teasing me.
"Daa~mm~ Daaddy~" I shamelessly moan as I felt his index finger enter my wet pussy. A chuckle left his throat as he saw my reaction. Feeling the intense pleasure that he was giving me. The pleasure no one else had, or would, give me except him.
"That's right, baby girl. Scream for me." He said as he nibbled on my earlobe, making me moan and breathe loudly. He continued to slowly thrust his index finger in and out of my wet pussy, not bothering to take off my skirt or panties.
"I think you're ready baby girl." He said in a chuckle as he pulled of his shirt, revealing his board chest. In awe I kept looking at him, dazzled over his handsomeness. He heaved a chuckle as he leaned down and gave me a rough kiss, biting down on my lip as to prevent himself from groaning as he pushed himself into me. Arching my back, I screamed loudly as I felt his incredibly large dick stretch out my walls. A small groan left his throat as he started to move, in and out of me. The sound of my soaking pussy being torn by his dick echoed in the room as he sped up his pace. His thrust hard and fast, making me scream in pleasure underneath him as by each thrust I sworn my spine broke from the impact of the floor. He was pulling me closer, helping him with the thrusts, by dragging in my leash. The sweat from my body started to build up on the floor, making my body glide back and forth by each thrust Jimin did.
"So soft...." He grunted as he moved me around with one hand, making my back face him. He gripped harder around the leash as he kept thrusting into me from the back. The choking from the leash adding to the pleasure I was feeling. With no strength left in my arms, I fell down on the floor with Jimin holding up my hips so he still could thrust into me.
After a couple of minutes my body shook from the impact. Jimin grunted and leaned down to me, breathing into my ear.
"Baby girl, I'm gonna come." He grunted only a thrust later shooting his load into me. My body arched more than I thought it could, only to give up on me and fall back down to the now damp floor. I trembled as I was out of breath, I couldn't move and I couldn't breath.
"Baby girl.. My bride... My beloved ______." He breathed out as he lifted me up into his arms.
"I hope you enjoy your eternity with me, my bride."