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Jungkook’s first time in Serendipity had been for a bachelor party. It was a flurry of drunken slurs, spilt drinks, and rowdy calls of laughter. Jungkook had always been one of the quieter ones of the group, but they all tended to get a little unhinged when it was the six of them together. That’s how they did things. Always the six, never the one.
You see, Jungkook was one of the six in the Kim coven. Though they were one of the smallest, they were considered one of the strongest and deadliest, because they were direct descendants of the original familial lines.
The Daegu Kim brothers, Seokjin and Taehyung. The last living Ilsan Kim, Namjoon, mated to Seokjin. The last living Gwangju descendant, Hoseok. The last living Min descendant, Yoongi, mated to Taehyung. And the last and only heir left from the most powerful bloodline, Jeon Jungkook.
Though the coven prime position could have belonged to Jungkook, he declined the position. Jungkook was undoubtedly the strongest of the six, but he didn't particularly like to use his strength for its intended use to murder and ravage. No, Jungkook liked to expend his energy in other ways.
Jungkook’s outings at Serendipity had been arranged by Seokjin, and he’d been frequenting the spot for almost a year now. Jungkook’s needs were a little too… rough, for other people's taste. He was handsome, so there was certainly no struggle in getting willing participants. But the problem, was that Jungkook felt a particular need to breed. Over and over and over again. An insatiable urge to fuck his partners over and over and over. Enough to bruise. Sometimes enough to bleed.
Vampires were not built to breed. A much higher pain tolerance than other creatures that room the world, yes, but they weren't meant to breed. They do not procreate. Sex is simply another pleasure they partake in. And partaking is just what Jungkook did.
He spent hours, sometimes days, in Serendipity, lost in his compulsive need to fuck someone into submission. It could never satisfy him. No matter now many parters they brought him, the urge never-truly left him. Some nights he'd have sex so many times that he lost count, but he barely felt it. Each partner could only give him four, maybe five rounds if he was lucky, but his frustration would only build and build until he finally tired himself out and Seokjin took him back home.
Being a part of the Kim coven meant that they had to travel in pairs. Never just one. It never failed for some other coven to try to take their spot at the top, so they never went anywhere alone. Seokjin, being the oldest and most understanding, always accompanied Jungkook when he visited Serendipity. He never knew what he did while Jungkook was lost in his urges, but he figured it was better not to ask.
Jungkook's impulses in the last month have began to darken significantly. Before, he could last weeks before becoming restless, but now he was lucky if he could last three days. The frustrations were mounting. The logical part of his brain knew that fucking ten times in one night may be taxing on the body, especially with Jungkook’s urges. But the darker side of him was angry. He needed someone to lie there and take what he was so graciously giving them. He needed to hold them down, to fuck them so far into submission that the only thing they could remember is his name. To bite, and suck, and come as much as he wanted. He needed them to want it. To crave it.
But they never did. They always liked the first time, a bit of harsh sex to satisfy their itch. The second time would sometimes be a stretch. The third time could have them writhing to get away from him, begging for no more. To them, it was marathon sex with overstimulation. To Jungkook, he was being a good mate, breeding his partner. But the urge was never satiated, only ever tampered down.
This last time had been particularly hard for him. He'd had four different partners in one night, and still, he couldn't even think straight. Seokjin had taken him home to the coven, where Hoseok helped bathe him, feed him, and put him in Seokjin and Namjoon’s bed to be smothered in his coven's affections. Jin and Namjoon had been talking to each other softly while he laid there, but his brain was too fuzzy to keep up with the details of the conversation.
The next day, he had gone back to his duties like nothing had happened, though his thoughts had been scattered all day long. Jungkook and Hoseok had visited all of the blood centers in Seoul to check their business. Kim Pharmaceuticals was the leading vampire food distribution company in all of Korea. In the past, vampires were limited to just blood. But Namjoon was a genius, and Jin had became a culinary master over the years. Between the two of them, they had managed to alter many every day foods to infuse them with blood, cutting cravings and keeping them satisfied for longer. In turn, blood was more accessible to vampires below the poverty line, and their relationships with other supernatural creatures weren't as strained since they weren't ripping the throat out of everything that had a pulse just to get a feed. Jungkook went about his day as usual, before returning home for the night and joining the guys for dinner.
“So Jungkook, I know yesterday was another really hard day for you, but I wanted to talk to you about something,” Seokjin started casually. “I know we've been exploring other options, but have you considered trying other.. species?”
“Other species?” He asked quickly, head snapping up. He had thought about it, in detail, but humans would break under his hands, the witches wouldn't come with 10,000 miles of a coven, and the wolves barely tolerated them as it was.
“As you know, our relationship with the wolves has gotten better over the years, and continues to improve. Being on the council allows me to hear certain things though the grape vine. And I heard that a certain pack alpha’s son is having issues finding a suitable mate.” Jungkook is certain he was unable to mask his emotions, because Yoongi snorted the second he looked at him.
“Taehyung’s been tailing him in the mixed district for about two weeks. He’s gorgeous, Kook. Small, smaller than me. S’got a pretty eye smile, tiny hands, blonde hair. Opposite of your usual,” Yoongi encouraged.
“I’m not looking for a match maker, hyung. Our species cannot mate with one another.”
“How do you know?” Yoongi challenged. He leaned forward into the table and gestured to Jungkook. “How do you know, Kook? Our kind and theirs have avoided each other since the dawn of time. None have ever tried. We bite our mates at the neck just like they do. We scent our mates just like they do. We are just as territorial, just as protective, and just as loyal as they are. Who said it won't work?”
“I am not looking for a mate,” he huffed. He didn’t need another lecture. He knew his little problem was inconveniencing everyone. Jungkook dropped his hand towel on the table and stood up abruptly, nearly knocking his chair backwards.
“It’s already past that, Jungkook. We do not wish to force anything on you, but you have been without a mate for too long, baby,” Seokjin said softly. “You have always been different from everyone else. Maybe different is what you need. Your body is craving something that I don't think you can find with someone like us. You need someone that can keep up with you. Someone that can tire you out for a change.”
“If he is as small as hyung says he is, I will break him,” he whispered, staring at the table.
“I don't think so, baby. What do you know about the wolves?”
“They have different classifications. They can full shift at will. That's pretty much it.”
“You're right. They have three different classifications. The alpha is the more dominant of the three. They usually run and protect their pack. Betas are the more mellow. They're the peacemaker's but can protect the pack just the same. The third is the omega. They're considered the lowest class because they are the most submissive. They protect the home and continue the bloodlines. Wolves mate for life. They are extremely loyal and protective partners.
The Park pack alpha has two sons. One of which is an omega. Omegas are considered a prize to most wolves. They usually mate soon after coming of age. For some, that's as young as fourteen. It's odd, for an omega not to mate early. According to the alpha, his son has courted hundreds of wolves. He is well sought after, but his wolf rejects them all.”
“His wolf?” Jungkook questioned with furrowed brows.
“Yes. While he and his wolf are one and the same, his omega can reject a partner just as he can. If his omega is not at peace with his choice, it will rebel against the other wolf's scent. Its very presence will bring him discomfort.”
“I don't- I’m not sure how that will keep him safe from me?”
“That’s just it, Kook. If he and his wolf are open to accepting you, then he will not need to be kept safe from you. Omegas are meant to be bred. They crave to be bred. The alpha said they introduced him to two other vampires. He was not adverse to them, but he rejected them because his wolf felt they were not a capable mate.”
“What makes a capable mate?”
“Omegas want to be worshipped, Kook. They want their parters full attention. They want to be taken care of, to not want for anything. I’ve got it on good authority that the Park omega has a smart mouth. He speaks when he wants, and does what he wants. He does not take commands well like other omegas. The problem, is that omegas have heats. Three days out of every month- they need sex, dozens of times over. Wolves are physical creatures already. They need physical touch daily in addition to sex. I believe an omega would be able to keep up with you. It's a good opportunity.”
“And if we meet and I am not interested in him?”
“Then we move on, baby. We'll find another way,” Seokjin stated firmly.
The meeting was accepted without problems, and Jungkook found himself entering the mixed district with Seokjin and Namjoon the following Saturday. They were to meet at a restaurant that catered to both species. If the meeting went well, he and the omega would set another date to meet each other alone. For once in his very long life, Jungkook found himself nervous. His hands were sweaty and his stomach was in knots as they approached the restaurant.
They waited outside for the Park alpha, his mate, and their son, but Jungkook knew the moment they arrived, he could smell the scent of wolf. While the smell was a bit strong for Jungkook's taste, the third scent was alluring to him. He knew it was the omega. The scent was sweet, a soft but demanding peach laced with a subtle vanilla underneath. The Park alpha approached first, shaking hands with Jin and Namjoon before introducing themselves to Jungkook. They introduced the omega last and Christ, was Jungkook enthralled.
He was breathtaking. Yoongi had said he was blonde, but the boy now had dark, nearly black hair. Jungkook could only describe his hair as professionally messy. Perfectly styled, yet he could tell the exact patterns of where the omega had run his fingers through repeatedly. His bangs were a bit scattered, allowing parts of his forehead to peek through here and there. His eyes were wide, but Jungkook knew they could be dangerous to his health if the boy wanted them to be. And fuck, his lips were any man’s biggest dream. Soft, pouty, and fucking perfect. For a split second, Jungkook had the thought of how they'd look around his cock. And he knew. That very second he thought it, the omega's eyes snapped to his, eyes turning a bit too sensual for a lunch outing.
The dinner was a tense affair, at least for Jungkook. The scent was maddening, and Jungkook was struggling to keep himself in check. He knew he was coming across as rude not contributing to the conversation, but he thought he heard Jin excusing his behavior. He was too busy trying to control his breathing. His fangs kept elongating despite how much he focused to keep them concealed, and he knew he'd unconsciously drew blood from his bottom lip. At some point, he had his eyes squeezed tightly shut, breathing deeply, counting in his head. His hands were at his side, clamping tightly to the chair he was sitting in. He could hear Namjoon’s back and forth conversation with Jimin’s father. Could hear the soft clang of silverware against Jin's plate. The sound of the Park Alpha's mate talking to a waiter.
Jungkook smelled an uptick in the peach scent and let in a stuttered inhale as he leaned toward the scent unconsciously. Then there were fingertips, soft and hesitant, pulling at his bottom lip, thumb swiping across the crimson stained across the surface.
“Calm down,” a soft melodic voice sounded across from him. Jungkook inhaled deep and let his breath out shakily, swallowing when his lips brushed against the fingertips still lingering against him. He opened his eyes, feeling like he was underwater, and the omega was right in front of him, leaning across the table. His pupils were blown wide, eyebrows furrowed in concern, and his sole focus was on Jungkook only.
“Sorry,” he rasped back.
“Don’t be sorry, I understand,” he reassured, nodding his head absent-mindedly. “Your scent is a lot for me as well,” he murmured quietly, just for Jungkook to hear. “You smell so good. S’driving me crazy,” he admitted, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s.
“I want,” Jungkook started, pausing to take a staggered breath. He leaned closer to Jimin and made sure to look him directly in the eyes. “I need, to taste.”
“Were my fingers not enough?” He asked breathlessly, still brushing them along Jungkook’s bottom lip.
“Not nearly, and mine will not be enough for you either,” he stated in a titillating rasp. It was subtle, the little uptake of breath that fell from the omega, bordering on a whimper. It only fueled Jungkook’s hunger. He wanted to devour him. To sink his teeth in and drag him across that table. To possess the boy in every way possible. It was maddening.
“I do not appreciate people who do not make good on what they say,” he responded with a lilt to his voice, eyes narrowed sharply.
“Do not think I cannot make good on my promises, omega . If you doubt me, I can prove it to you. You can take what you want from me. I’ll give it to you, whatever you want. But rest assured, you will always beg me for more.”
As Jungkook finished speaking, a waiter rounded the table, leaning much too close to the omega than necessary to refill his glass. Jungkook let out a sharp hiss, possessive and deadly, aimed directly at the waiter in question. There were a few rense gasps around the restaurant, the sound of someone dropping their silverware against a plate, and a dozen faces staring in their direction.
“You are playing a deadly game, stepping so closely to what isn't yours, or are you really so ignorant,” he growled at the waiter, who immediately backed away from Jimin, sputtering out apologies profusely.
“Jungkook,” Jin chastised with a hiss. But Jungkook wasn’t paying any mind to Jin. Because Jimin was still watching him intensely from across the table.
“Father,” Jimin spoke in a demanding tone, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s enraptured gaze. “I declare to enter mating with this man.”
“Jimin! You cannot declare a mating to someone you have known less than an hour! You must properly..”
“I accept your request for mating,” Jungkook interrupted loudly, voice leaving no room for argument. He could faintly hear Jin and Namjoon’s voices rising as well to argue with Jungkook, but he wasn't listening anymore. He wouldn't listen anymore. Not when his omega was looking at him so sweetly, like a pretty peach, ripe for the taking.
“Jimin, honey, perhaps we should talk about this privately before you make such an important decision,” his father began.
“The decision is made, and you will not change it. I will not mate anyone but Jungkook,” he bit out forcefully.
“I accept your decision, omega. If there is protest over the decision, I will raise an official challenge to all who oppose,” he declared. An official challenge would mean death for whoever lost. And no one would dare to challenge Jungkook.
“If they are both adamant, then we accept the mating demand,” Namjoon spoke confidently. “Jungkook has not courted or shown interest in a mate for decades. If he is certain of this pairing, then we support the demand.”
The rest of lunch was a blur to them both. Talking amongst the table continued, except for the two of them that were tangled in a trance with each other the entire time. Jimin’s peach scent continued to intensify throughout, earning soft growls from Jungkook, driving him mad.
Eventually it became too much, and Jimin sprang from the table abruptly, startling his parents and coven mates. “I wish to leave right now,” Jimin urged. He didn’t wait for dismissal from his parents. He grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, pulling him from the table quickly as he led him out of the restaurant and into the parking lot.
Jungkook wasted no time. The second they reached the blacked out SUV, Jimin was pushed backwards roughly, startled when Jungkook dove forward and swallowed his surprised gasp. The kiss was frantic. A mess as Jungkook nipped at his plump bottom lip before dragging his tongue along to ease the pressure. He groaned when Jimin reached up to grasp his hair and tug his head backwards, showing his throat. The act alone could have sent Jungkook into a frenzy. Vampires do not submit their throat to anyone. It is an act of trust reserved strictly for mates, and for a split second he felt his instincts take over, a vicious snarl ripping forward without a thought. Jimin instantly froze, staring at Jungkook with wide, nervous eyes.
“Give.. give me just a second,” he breathed raggedly. He willed his body to relax. Reminded himself that Jimin was not some random wolf. Technically a stranger, yes, but a stranger that he would be mated to. Someone he would spend his life with. “I am not used to someone so close. I apologize, love.” Jungkook loosened his hands from Jimin’s shirt with a bit of a struggle. He closed his eyes tightly and titled his head back and to the side, offering the full expanse of his throat to Jimin. The highest amount of trust a vampire could offer.
Slowly, cautiously, Jimin ran his lips along Jungkook’s jaw. He trailed down the column of his neck, hesitating before lapping over his pulse point and drowning Jungkook with his scent. Jungkook melted into his embrace, inhaling deeply as Jimin scented him possessively.
“Keys,” he rasped, voice broken with need. “Give me your keys. I need to be in you as soon as possible,” he groaned against Jimin’s lips, relishing in the breathy whine that fell unabashed from Jimin’s lips. The boy dug in his pocket, snatching the keys out and pressing them into Jungkook’s open palm. Quickly, he led Jimin to the passenger side, opening the door and helping him in. He strapped Jimin in by his seatbelt, smiling softly at the thick blush that spread along the omega’s cheeks. The ride was short, a quick ten minutes with the speed that Jungkook drove. He pulled the omega along the long corridors of the Kim manor, leading him to Jungkook’s favorite part of the mansion, his bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, Jungkook pushed the omega against the dark blue wall, not even giving him an inch of space as he pushed forward, intertwining their tongues together. He wanted to devour the boy. To taste him in every way possible. The kiss was wet and messy, a tangle of lips and tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. The omega whimpered underneath him, a desperate whiny sound that made Jungkook feel like a man possessed.
He rolled his hips against the omega’s with a punishing force, leaning forward to swallow his choked, desperate moans with a rough kiss. The peach scent had grown suffocating, firing off all of his nerves with want. He yanked at Jimin’s shirt, loosening it from the darkened slacks and nearly ripping it from his body. He didn't even have time to worry with his pants as the omega had already shimmied the offending fabric off and across the floor. Jimin practically threw himself back at Jungkook, bare and ready and dripping with need. And fuck, it was nowhere near enough to just feel him. The heat was raging throughout his entire body, steadily rising with the need to bury himself.
Jungkook slid his hands under the boy's thighs and yanked him up, not even giving him a chance to wrap them around his waist before he dropped him on the bed. Jimin was a perfect vision, staring up at him with hooded eyes and lips, kiss bitten and shining. He was flushed from head to toe, panting heavily and desperate for friction. His cock was thick and aching, covered in slick that was smeared all over his pelvis and thighs. It had Jungkook‘s fangs aching to taste. And taste he would.
“Gorgeous… such a perfect omega,” he rasped. Jimin wasn't even able to formulate a response, too lost in need and anticipation, nodding desperately. “Knew you’d make such sweet noises.”
He reached out slowly and grasped the omega's ankle that was closest to him. He placed a kiss along the dip where the bone was, lapping his tongue lightly as he trailed a wet path up the omega’s quivering thighs. He groaned when his tongue soaked up the slick, peaches threatening to drown him. Jungkook settled himself between Jimin’s thighs, pushing them up towards the boy's chest so he could slide a pillow under his hips.
Jungkook doesn't even hesitate. He dives in, licking a path up his thighs to lap at the slick. He flattened his tongue against Jimin’s hole, moaning against him when the peach leaked out to make a mess of his face, dripping down his chin onto the bedsheet. His eyes snapped upward when a breathy high pitch moan ripped from the boy's throat, and he nearly came at the sight. Jimin was flushed red and gasping, unrestrained whimpers falling from his plump lips. He was propped on his elbows, eyes hazy and trained on where Jungkook’s thick tongue was plunging into his rim. He fucked his tongue into the boy's hole at a treacherous pace, not giving him any time to breathe. Jimin was canting his hips upwards, begging incoherently for more, and Jungkook had to hold him down with a hand to his stomach to keep him still.
“Please, please, more,” he babbled insistently.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need?”
“Inside, please, need you inside,” he moaned, back arching perfectly as Jungkook eased a finger in alongside his tongue.
“You need my cock, is that it, baby? Want me to fuck you open?” Jungkook murmured against his greedy hole. Jimin’s breath hitched loudly and the slick poured out of him in an obscene amount, soaking everything. Jungkook growled against him, sending the vibrations rocking though his body. He slipped a second finger in, Jimin not even noticing until he curled them and brushed against the boy's prostate. “Come for me, and you can have it, baby. Taste so good for me, a perfect omega. Give you anything you want,” he growled against him.
“You.. want you,” he cried in a broken voice.
“Come for me then, pup. Give you anything you want,” he promised. Jungkook pushed a third finger in, angling to slam into the boy's prostate each time, enraptured with the way Jimin fell apart, high pitched moans and whines like music to his ears. “Beautiful baby… mine,” he breathed along with his thrusts. “Tell me your mine, Jimin. Tell me your mine,” he begged, voice rough with need.
“Yours, only yours, my mate,” he reached down and grasped Jungkook‘s forearm, jerking his hips down in time with Jungkook’s thrusts, moaning obscenely. Jungkook was sure everyone in South Korea would hear how good his omega was feeling. The thought made him shiver. He wanted them all to know, to bear witness to the sound of Jimin’s pleasure.
“There you go, baby, fuck yourself onto my fingers,” he encouraged. He reached a hand up to the dip in Jimin’s hip, pulling him down harder with each thrust. “Gonna ruin you, Jimin. No one else can ever have you like this. No one will ever touch you again, or I'll rip out their throat, end their entire bloodline. You , are mine, do you understand? My filthy little omega, such a good boy,” he groaned when Jimin clenched around him and came without warning. The come was still flowing out as Jungkook jerked his fingers out and pulled Jimin upwards, not even warning him before positioning himself and slamming the boy down onto his cock.
There was no time for Jimin to adjust. No time for him to recover from his first orgasm. No, Jungkook needed to fuck him now. Jimin clutched his shoulders harshly, nose buried in the crook of Jungkook’s neck as the boy held his hips and fucked into his tight heat, lost in the pleasure. He might have been embarrassed at the loud screams of Jungkook’s name, begging for more, but he was too lost to care. Jungkook was fucking him too well. Suddenly, he was slammed into the mattress as Jungkook changed their position, now hovering over him, encasing his entire body.
Jungkook slipped back in, moaning at the heat that enveloped him. “Going to breed you, baby. Fuck you so full of my come you won't be able to breathe. Taking it so well, you were made for me,” he groaned in a daze. Jimin couldn't do anything but whine and take it, grasping at Jungkook’s back as the vampire fucked him into the mattress. He wanted to do this forever. Jungkook was making him feel so good, he could barely stand it.
Jungkook sucked along Jimin's neck nearly obsessively, leaving sharp bites stinging in between kisses. Jimin knew what he really wanted, to sink his teeth in and lap at the blood. And he wanted it too. Even if a bond erupted and they ended up mated, he was willing to beg for it. Jimin writhed underneath him, tears falling helplessly as Jungkook abused his prostate over and over again.
“Smell so good, taste so good,” he moaned into Jimin’s neck. Jungkook lapped at Jimin’s scent gland, and Jimin was delirious with want as Jungkook fucked him so hard he thought he'd break. Jungkook lightly nipped at his scent gland, right where a mating bite would go, and Jimin came abruptly, shooting all over his stomach. But Jungkook doesn’t stop there. He keeps thrusting into Jimin, pushing him well past his limits and into overstimulation. Jimin whined in discomfort and pulled back from Jungkook, causing him to slow his hips. He grasped Jimin’s waist, stopping the boy from wriggling underneath him.
“Shhhh, baby, I know,” he groaned, pulling Jimin into a torturously slow kiss, lightly brushing his tongue along with Jimin’s. The boy opened up with a sigh, melting into the kiss as he pressed his hands along Jungkook‘s face to pull him closer. “One more, please,” he breathed into the kiss softly. “I’m sorry, baby. Just one more,” he begged, groaning when Jimin nodded into the kiss. “Thank you, omega.” Jungkook continued kissing the boy and carefully began working his cock back into him, much slower this time. Jimin slowly melted back into the mattress, moving his hips in time with Jungkook‘s thrusts, body coming alive all over again.
The vampire was panting softly, lips just barely brushing against Jimin’s as he worked his hips. “Mine,” he breathed in a sharp rasp. Jimin knew he was struggling. He knew what Jungkook needed. Why he was never content with any of his previous partners. He titled his head in submission, moaning when Jungkook immediately buried his face in his neck and lapped at the unblemished glands there. “ Jimin ,” he rasped against the boy's neck, like a prayer. It had a desperate tone to it, an edge that he wanted to take apart. Jungkook bit into his shoulder bluntly, drawing a tiny amount of blood that he feverishly sucked at. He felt Jungkook‘s hips stuttering, lost between the pleasure of his blood plus Jimin milking his cock.
“There you go, baby.. Give it to me,” he murmured encouragingly, baring down as Jungkook’s thrusts became more frantic. “Said you would give me anything I want. Fuck me full of your cum,” he urged.
“Jimin, I need..”
“Bite.. Please, Jungkook, bite me,” he rasped, tilting his head to the side to give him more access. And Jungkook nearly sobbed as he sank his fangs into Jimin’s scent gland, throat immediately coated with blood, tinged sweet with the taste of ripe peaches. His senses flooded with nothing but Jimin. Jimin’s heartbeat, Jimin’s touch, Jimin’s voice. Nothing but Jimin. All at once, he realized it worked. A steady thrumming linking their souls together, never to be broken. The bond was sealed, and Jimin was his mate. He pulled back and lapped at the prominent indentions of his fangs, now healed over and permanent in Jimin’s skin.
“Mine,” he murmured, and felt Jimin’s hands card through his hair, ever so gently, lulling him into a peaceful contentment.
“Yours,” Jimin whispered back softly. “You are everything I have ever wanted.”
Jungkook could feel the omega's happiness through the bond. Two souls that were once unsettled and haggard, now tethered together for the rest of eternity.
“Jungkook?” He murmured, face mushed into Jungkook’s chest. He responded with a soft hum, brushing Jimin’s hair back from his eyes.
“Is that an iron man plushie?”
God, did they have a lot to learn about each other.