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“Another refill, please,” Yizhuo said as she set her now-empty glass down on the bar top. Almost immediately, Shuhua appeared behind the bar with the bottle of blue-label bourbon, elegantly filling Yizhuo’s glass. The bartender’s eyebrows arched when Yizhuo immediately tipped her head back, downing the amber colored liquid in one go. She winced as she set the empty glass back down, the alcohol searing its way down her throat.

“Y’know what, I’m just gonna leave this with you,” Shuhua announced, placing the bottle of whiskey beside Yizhuo’s glass. “You already drank most of it anyway, and it doesn’t seem like you’ll be stopping anytime soon.”

Yizhuo shrugged and grabbed the bottle, pouring herself another glass. “Can you blame me?”

“No, but…” Shuhua hesitated, not sure how to approach the subject. “It could be worse. Most girls would kill to be in your place. I mean, Chris is wealthy, well-mannered, easy on the eyes… Most girls would be thrilled to be the one to marry him.”

Yizhuo barked out a dry laugh, giving her friend a withering look. “Most girls aren’t being forced to marry him.” She sighed, massaging her temple. “Listen, Chris is a great guy and to a certain degree, I’m thankful because I could’ve been paired with someone much worse. But you know I don’t feel that way towards him.”

“I know…” Shuhua hesitated again, contemplating her distressed friend. “Have you considered telling your mom the truth?”

“Are you insane? Opposing her arranged marriage is one thing, telling her I don’t want to marry the guy she picked for me because I’m gay is a whole other thing entirely.”

“She might not like it at first, but she might come around to it. Just look at Handong. Her parents were ready to disown her for eloping with Minji, but they’re the biggest supporters of their marriage now.”

“Please, you and I both know her parents would never have disowned their princess. Besides, Minji is an upstanding and successful businesswoman, it’s impossible not to like her. She and Handong are good together and her parents know that. But even if I managed to find a powerful, super rich, perfect girl who was also into me—which I’ve yet to find, mind you—my mother would never accept it.”

“So.. what? You’re just gonna give up and let her marry you off?”

“There’s no point starting a war I can’t win. At least if I play my cards right, I can have a comfortable life with Chris.”

“Okay, but what about a happy life, Ning? What about finding love?”

“Those are luxuries I could never afford and never really expected to.” Before Shuhua could counter the statement, Yizhuo rose to her feet and smoothed out the skirt of her dress. “Anyway, as much as I’m enjoying talking about the end of my life as I know it, I think I need to be alone for the evening. Is my usual room open?”

As much as Shuhua wanted to get her friend to stay and talk through her feelings, she decided that it was best to let the girl decompress on her own for now. She moved over to the computer, checking the bookings for the private rooms on the second floor of the bar. “Yeah, your room is free. Should I have someone bring you a new bottle?”

“Please. I’ll pay for everything together before I leave.”

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house tonight.” When Yizhuo arched a brow, Shuhua smiled and reached for her hand across the bar, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Listen, you do what you need to do to deal right now. Just promise me you’ll drink water too.”

“I will,” Yizhuo responded, squeezing the bartender’s hand in return. “Thanks, Shushu.”

With that, Yizhuo gathered her clutch purse and her bottle, leaving with a little wave to Shuhua. She took her time weaving to the back of the bar where the stairs were, climbing them sluggishly. The bouncer at the top of the stairs removed the velvet rope to allow her onto the second floor without a word. She tipped her bottle towards him in thanks as she drifted past him and down the dimly lit hall of the upper level, passing several closed doors to sound proof rooms much like the one she was headed to. She was only a few doors away from her room when two women came stumbling out of one of the other rooms.

Yizhuo didn’t recognize either woman. One had long hair a deep reddish-orange color and she was clad in an elegant, feathery white dress with a thick silver belt. The other had bleached blond hair tumbling down her shoulders which were exposed by the gray cut-out halter top she wore, paired with a tight skirt of the same color. Yizhuo couldn't make out their faces because they were currently in the middle of a very intense make-out session. Her eyebrows shot up as the blonde shoved the redhead up against the wall, hiking one of the redhead’s legs up around her own waist.

“Karina…” the redhead gasped as the blonde relocated her lips to her neck. “Karina, I have to go.”

“Just one more bite for the road,” the blonde husked. And then Yizhuo watched as the blonde sank her teeth into the redhead’s neck, causing her to whimper in pain. Confused by the scene in front of her and desperately wanting to get to her room and be alone now, Yizhuo took a step away from the pair to continue down the hall, but she was just drunk enough to be uncoordinated and she stumbled, the bottle in her hand slipping from her fingers and shattering on the marble floor.

“Shit!” she cursed as splintered glass went flying everywhere. “I’m so sor—“

The apology died on Yizhuo’s tongue as she looked up to find the two women staring at her with a mix of shock and annoyance. The redhead had rivulets of blood running down her neck and pooling above her collarbones, and the blonde had matching blood smeared around her mouth. Her eyes were a deep, bloody crimson and they were currently boring into Yizhuo as if trying to burn her alive on the spot. Yizhuo swallowed hard, straightening her spine and trying to maintain her poise.

“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll be on my way now, and I’ll send someone to clean that up.” With a brisk bow, she skirted the shattered bottle and hurried down the hall to her room before the other women could make a scene. God, she was going to need that bourbon much more than she thought.

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“Why must humans ruin everything?” Jimin hissed in annoyance. She was pacing angrily around her private room—which she had retreated to after the rude interruption earlier—while Yeji watched her with an unconcerned expression.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I rather like the idea of having an audience,” the redhead mused. Jimin shot her a deadly glare, which only made Yeji smirk. “You’re so sexy when you’re riled up, Karina.”

“This isn’t funny, Yeji,” Jimin grumbled. “And you can stop calling me Karina now, it’s just us.”

“But Karina is such a hot name,” Yeji purred, eyes flashing electric blue. How the girl could still be hungry was beyond Jimin, but she had learned very early on that Yeji was a particularly insatiable type of succubus.

“If you aren’t going to help, go home, Yeji. I’m not in the mood to feed you anymore tonight.” The succubus heaved a dramatic sigh at Jimin’s words and got to her feet, a pout on her lips.

“Fine, I have somewhere to be anyway. Call me once you resolve this mess if you decide you need some stress relief.” With that, she pressed a kiss to the corner of Jimin’s lips and left. Jimin watched her leave with a mix of annoyance and the lingering remnants of lust, but she couldn’t dwell on the latter emotion for long as there was work to be done. Jimin pulled out her phone, dialing the number of the one person she knew she could count on in this situation.

“Yu Jimin, this better be good,” Aeri’s groggy voice threatened through the phone when she answered.

“Sorry, Aeri, but this is urgent,” Jimin said, not sounding all that sorry at all. “I need you to write me a contract.”

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Knock knock knock. The light rapping of her knuckles on the door was all Jimin offered to announce her presence before she slid into Yizhuo’s room, not waiting for permission. The girl looked up with an arched brow, lowering the glass of bourbon from her lips.

“Uh, sorry but I think you have the wrong room,” she said, her words a little sluggish with the weight of alcohol on her tongue.

“No, actually this is exactly where I want to be at the moment,” Jimin replied confidently. After all, she had followed the girl’s scent to this very room. “I came here to speak with you, about what you saw in the hallway earlier.”

“What about it?” Yizhuo asked slowly, carefully. She looked much more sober all of a sudden, a sharpness gleaming in her eyes. Jimin recognized it as the innate wariness exhibited by most members of the upper echelon of society. So she smiled, her expression somewhere between reassuring and intimidating. She held out the document she had been holding in her hand and Yizhuo looked at her uncertainly before accepting the sheet of paper. She’d seen enough of these kinds of documents to know almost immediately what it was. “This is—”

“A non-disclosure agreement, yes,” Jimin finished, taking a seat beside Yizhuo on the excessively large leather couch that spanned the back wall of the room. “What you saw in the hallway must remain a secret. I can’t have anyone knowing about it.”

For a long moment, Yizhuo sat in pensive silence, skimming over the document with bleary eyes. And then she snorted out a laugh, sliding the contract back towards Jimin across the table. “Look, I don’t really think this is necessary. I’m not one to get involved in other people’s business or to go around sharing it, and I certainly don’t kink shame.”

“Kink shame?” Jimin echoed, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Mhmm. You have a vampire kink, that’s fine. Your secret’s safe with me, no NDA required.” Jimin blinked a few times in confusion, waiting for Yizhuo to laugh or say she was kidding.

“Are you actually that dense or are you pretending?” the blonde said incredulously, annoyance trickling into her voice. When Yizhuo gave her a confused look, she rolled her eyes. “I don’t play vampire to spice up sex. I am a vampire.”

“I’m sure you are,” Yizhuo cooed in an infuriatingly patronizing manner. Jimin couldn’t help but to bare her fangs with a snarl, her already-dark eyes shifting from brown to a deep, bloody red. Yizhuo gasped at the sudden aggressive display, subconsciously leaning away from Jimin. Yet, oddly enough, she didn’t seem all that scared…

“You’re… not afraid of me,” Jimin said slowly as the realization dawned on her. It was a statement but her voice lilted as if it were a question, her confusion clear as day.

“No, of course not,” Yizhuo answered easily, finally remembering her drink and taking a swig from her glass. She seemed to have very easily gotten over her initial shock of Jimin’s revelation and was now looking at the vampire with curiosity. “Why would I be scared of you?”

“Well, for one, I could kill you in the blink of an eye if I wanted to.”

“Sure, but if you wanted to kill me then you wouldn’t be asking me sign an NDA specifically stating that you won’t cause me any harm so long as I keep your secret.” Now it was Jimin’s turn to be surprised, her eyes fizzling back to their usual deep brown but her fangs remaining as she cocked her head at the other girl.

“You actually read the contract?”

“I may be drunk but I’m not stupid enough to even consider signing an agreement where I don’t understand the terms. And from what I understand, this—“ She motioned to the sheet of paper on the table. “—will protect me as much as it protects you. You can’t hurt me as long as I don’t reveal to anyone the truth about you or your world.”

“That’s all true, but it only goes into effect if you sign the document. Until then, you’re fair game.”

“But you won’t hurt me anyway.” The nonchalant certainty in Yizhuo’s voice gave Jimin pause.

“What makes you so sure?”

“If you preferred to kill me, you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of bringing me this contract and giving me the option to sign it. And if you wanted to coerce me into singing it, I doubt you would’ve entertained conversation with me this long.” Jimin had to admit that this girl was smart and dangerously perceptive. And more than that, she was bold and seemingly fearless, despite being in the presence of a cold-blooded monster. But Jimin wasn’t going to admit any of that out loud.

“What makes you so sure you know me?” she said instead. Yizhuo smiled and, for some reason, Jimin’s unbeating heart squeezed in response.

“Oh, I know nothing about you, Karina,” Yizhuo drawled, easily recalling the name the redhead had moaned out in the hallway earlier. “But I’ve grown accustomed to deciphering people’s intentions. I’m pretty good at it.”

“Jimin,” the vampire murmured without thinking. Yizhuo arched a brow and Jimin rushed to clarify, unable to explain even to herself why she felt compelled to do so. “Karina is the name I use in public. Jimin is my actual name.”

A slow smile curled Yizhuo’s lips and Jimin again felt her chest constrict. “Okay then, Jimin. Do you have a pen?”

“Huh?”

“A pen. To sign the contract.”

“O-Oh, right. The contract, of course.” Jimin cleared her throat, eyebrows furrowing. She was having a hard time focusing, confused by the girl in front of her. “You, uh… You don’t need a pen. You don’t sign in the usual sense, you just need a drop of your blood to seal the deal.”

“Oh, well, in that case…” Before Jimin could process exactly what was happening, Yizhuo was cupping her cheek and pressing a thumb into her mouth. The blond’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt the girl’s thumb against one of her incisors. Yizhuo sucked in a quiet breath and then her hand was retracted as quickly as it had come. It wasn’t until the girl pressed her thumb to the NDA that Jimin realized she had used the vampire’s fang to prick her finger and draw blood for the contract. She watched, dumbstruck, as Yizhuo smeared a drop of her blood onto the document, looking rather satisfied when she drew back.

“There, all done.” She leaned back in her seat, contemplating the fresh drop of blood beading on the pad of her thumb. After a pensive moment, she held the digit out to Jimin. “Want some?”

“You…” the vampire started but the girl cut in.

“Yizhuo. Ning Yizhuo.” Jimin blinked, taking a moment to process that a name was being offered to her. She stared at Yizhuo, then at the finger being held out to her, still leaking blood.

“Ning Yizhuo, you are the strangest girl I have ever met,” she finally said, eyes flicking back up to the other girl’s. Yizhuo was smiling.

“I know. But the truth is that you may not have a vampire kink, but I certainly do.” The way the girl husked the statement, her voice dropping an octave, made a shiver shoot down Jimin’s spine. Her eyes drifted back down to the drop of blood hanging from the tip of Yizhuo’s thumb. She had already gotten the tiniest taste earlier when Yizhuo had used her razor-sharp tooth to prick her finger, so she knew the girl’s blood was delicious, which made her all the harder to resist.

“I can’t,” the vampire croaked out, voice coming out hoarse with restraint.

“Why not?” Yizhuo pressed, sounding for a moment like the spoiled brat she likely was. It brought Jimin out of her stupor enough for her to make an annoyed sound in the back of her throat.

“There are rules,” she snapped. She met Yizhuo’s eyes and immediately regretted it. There was a weird intensity in those deep brown orbs and something told Jimin she wouldn’t easily take no for an answer. Still, she forced herself to continue with her explanation. “Just because you know I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I can do whatever I please. There are still certain protocols and very strict rules regarding feeding off humans.”

“Yeah, like what?” The exasperation in Yizhuo’s voice surprised and confused Jimin and her brows furrowed.

“W-Well, for one, it has to be consensual—“

“I’m literally offering it to you, Jimin. You can check that off the list.”

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll hurt you? That I’ll lose control?”

“You won’t.” Yizhuo must’ve read the shock on Jimin’s face at the certainty of the statement because she rolled her eyes and motioned towards the NDA still on the table. “You can’t hurt me.”

“You can’t know for sure that a silly document can guarantee your safety from me, Yizhuo.” At that, the girl barked out a humorless laugh.

“Please, nothing in this world can guarantee my safety.” The sharp bitterness in her voice felt like a stake through Jimin’s heart and her breath caught. There was a mix of emotions swimming in Yizhuo’s eyes when they met Jimin’s again and it felt so raw that Jimin felt like she should look away, yet she couldn’t draw her gaze from Yizhuo’s. “I’m so used to people trying to hurt me and using me to get what they want, and not once have they tried to give me as many warnings as you have. If you truly wanted to hurt me, you would have just done it already. Does that mean you’re not capable of hurting me at all? No, of course not. But at least I know that wasn’t you’re intention from the start, and that’s more than I can say for anyone else in my life.”

“Yizhuo, you’re drunk,” Jimin warned in a last-ditch effort to get the girl to come to her senses. But she seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she shifted closer, once again cupping Jimin’s cheek.

“Don’t worry,” she purred. “I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing. I’m just also drunk enough not to care if it’s smart or not. Maybe you need to stop caring as much too.”

Jimin felt a gentle weight on her bottom lip and it took a moment for her to process that it was Yizhuo’s thumb—the same thumb she had pricked earlier. The vampire couldn’t help the way her tongue darted out subconsciously to lap at the blood the girl had cleverly smeared on her lip. Jimin’s eyes, now blood red, fluttered closed at the taste, her jaw beginning to ache the way it did when she desperately needed to feed. It had been so long since she had the opportunity to have fresh human blood, straight from the source, that just the minuscule taste of Yizhuo was enough to make her head spin.

“This is a bad idea,” Jimin managed to mutter out, though she didn’t even sound convincing to herself. Yizhuo merely shushed her, pressing her thumb into Jimin’s mouth for the second time that night. This time, however, it wasn’t rushed and she didn’t pull away. She let her finger linger until Jimin finally reacted, closing her lips around the digit and dragging her tongue along its pad. It must have been quite the sight to behold because Yizhuo let out a strangled groan, causing Jimin’s eyes to snap open. Yizhuo was flushed but clearly unashamed, her eyes focused on Jimin’s lips. Now Jimin watched her intently as she repeated the action, curling her tongue around the digit in her mouth. Jimin watched with hungered awe as Yizhuo’s lips parted in response, her breath stuttering. Slowly, Jimin pulled back, letting Yizhuo’s thumb drop from her mouth with a soft pop—much to Yizhuo’s disappointment, if her choked whine was anything to go by.

“You weren’t lying about your vampire kink, were you?” Jimin inquired with a smirk. She reached for Yizhuo’s wrist before the girl could draw her hand back, nosing at the inside of Yizhuo’s wrist where her pulse leaped beneath her skin. The blond inhaled deeply, eyes falling shut once more as the coppery, delicious scent of blood mingled with the remnants of rose and honey body wash clinging to the girl’s skin. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out almost mindlessly to trace a vein that stood out on the other’s milky skin. Yizhuo took a shuddering breath, and a thrill went through Jimin as she heard the corresponding jolting thump of her heart.

“Jimin,” Yizhuo breathed shakily, and it really had no business making Jimin’s skin tingle the way it did. It had indeed been a very, very long time since Jimin had a human this willing to be taken by her without her actually having to do anything. Yizhuo didn’t even know her, but she had been more than willing to offer herself up to Jimin regardless and somehow seemed perfectly confident that no actual harm would come to her. It both excited and terrified the vampire, but there was no doubt that she would see this through at this point. She wasn’t sure she had the willpower to resist anymore, not when Yizhuo smelled so fucking good and made warmth swirl in Jimin’s stomach so effortlessly.

“Last chance to change your mind, princess,” Jimin hummed. She was mouthing at Yizhuo’s wrist now, teasing her skin with the tips of her fangs. It was all she could do to stop herself from biting and taking what she pleased. The graze of Jimin’s teeth seemed to be enough to garner a reaction from Yizhuo and she tugged her own hand back lightly.

“W-Wait.” She sounded breathless as if she’d just run a marathon, and when Jimin looked up she saw that the girl was flushed and panting. Had Jimin done that to her? The vampire couldn’t help the swell of smugness in her chest at the realization of the effect she was having on Yizhuo and there was a smirk on her lips when she lifted her head.

“Backing out already?” she teased, giving Yizhuo’s wrist another nip. Again, the girl attempted to tug her hand back.

“N-No,” she stammered out, clearly trying to sound indignant but coming off more whiny and cute. “Just… not there.”

“Is your wrist sensitive?” Jimin asked, the teasing lilt still in her voice as she finally released Yizhuo.

“No, that’s not it,” Yizhuo huffed (in a voice that clearly indicated that Jimin was correct) as she pulled her hand back. “I can’t cover bite marks on my wrist as easily. It has to be somewhere that can easily be covered up by clothes.”

It made sense, but Jimin was rather enjoying messing with Yizhuo. She made a big show of looking over the brunette’s clothes, taking in her short off-the-shoulder dress that really left quite a bit of skin exposed. “Unless you want me to take your dress off, I’m not quite sure where exactly you want me to bite you. But really, if you want me to take your clothes off, you could just ask.”

“We’ll get to that later,” Yizhuo drawled with a roll of her eyes. The easy certainty with which she said it made Jimin choke on her cockiness, rendering her speechless. Yizhuo’s confidence seemed to have returned full force once she realized that Jimin was merely taunting her, and she seemed hellbent on turning the tables in her favor. She sidled closer to Jimin on the couch, their sides brushing now.

“Here,” she husked, lifting her arm so that the fleshy part of her inner forearm was hovering inches from Jimin’s lips. She tilted her head so that her next words were whispered right in Jimin’s ear. “I can wear long sleeves and coats until it heals. Go on, have a drink.”

Despite her brain listing a million reasons she shouldn’t, Jimin found herself gripping onto Yizhuo’s arm against her better judgment. Before she could stop herself, her teeth were sinking into plush flesh and blood burst into her mouth. The breathy gasp that Yizhuo let out in her ear was almost as delicious as the blood pouring into Jimin’s mouth. Her head swam, filled with ecstasy from the fresh, warm blood and she had to admit that the girl whimpering in her ear certainly wasn’t helping. When she’d finally drank enough for the blood-lust to begin to clear, Jimin forced herself to pull away, reluctantly taking a final sip before dislodging her teeth from Yizhuo’s arm and withdrawing, only lingering long enough to kitten-lick the blood that beaded along the bite mark.

When Jimin looked up to thank Yizhuo for allowing her to feed, she expected many things. She expected to see fear, perhaps, or disgust on Yizhuo’s face. Maybe even regret or pain. What she didn’t expect was for the girl to abruptly crash their lips together. Jimin’s mouth parted in surprise under the sudden weight of Yizhuo’s, and the girl wasted no time in slipping her tongue inside and prodding around. The vampire let out a startled grunt and some part of her subconscious mind told her that she should probably push the girl off, but that was quite honestly the last thing she wanted at the moment. So she let Yizhuo kiss her, reciprocated even. And when Yizhuo finally pulled away, pupils blown and breathing ragged, Jimin felt a phantom throb of her heart in her chest.

“Is that what I taste like?” Yizhuo hummed, voice low and inquisitive.

“It probably doesn’t taste as good to you as it does to me,” Jimin replied dumbly, her brain struggling to keep up with Yizhuo’s brashness.

“It felt good to me though.” There was a dangerous, sultry edge to Yizhuo’s voice now and Jimin couldn’t help but feel like she was being hunted despite being the predator in the room. “Do you want to see how much, Jimin?”

The last remaining reasonable brain cell in Jimin’s head was screaming that no, she certainly should not stick around to find out what Yizhuo was insinuating. But the rest of her could barely process what was going on, much less listen to reason. So she let Yizhuo take her hand, let her guide it to her own body and beneath the hem of her dress to press between her legs.

She’s soaking wet, Jimin thought, mouth rounding into a surprised “O” as she pressed the pads of her fingers to the dampness of Yizhuo’s clothed heat. The girl squirmed, a small whimper leaving her lips.

“Pl-Please, don’t tease,” she gasped out, cheeks flushed a dark pink. She looked at Jimin through her lashes before adding, “This is the part where I ask you to take my clothes off.”

That made Jimin chuckle and shake her head in amusement, but before Yizhuo could feel embarrassed or question the reaction, she found herself atop the vampire, straddling her hips. Jimin’s hand was still between her thighs, still applying that frustratingly light, unmoving pressure. Her breath caught as Jimin leaned in, nipping the pulse at the base of her throat before whispering against her heated skin. “I can take care of you without removing your clothes, princess. All you have to do is ask.”

“J-Jimin,” Yizhuo breathed out shakily. “Please… I need this…”

Maybe Jimin should’ve asked what exactly that meant, but the raw want in Yizhuo’s voice was enough to erase any thoughts from Jimin’s mind. She didn’t even waste time toying with the girl to hear her beg, too eager to give Yizhuo what she wanted. So the vampire stared up at the girl on her lap as she moved Yizhuo’s panties aside and cupped her heat, pushing a finger into her.

“Holy shit,” Yizhuo hissed between her teeth as Jimin’s digit entered her. “You’re c-cold as ice.”

“And I’d say you seem to like that,” Jimin mused, noting the way Yizhuo clenched around her. The brunette blushed, biting her lip, but nodded.

“Feels good,” she admitted, somewhat shyly. She seemed to have lost much of her bravado now that they were being intimate and Jimin had half a mind to tease her about it. Something about this ordeal felt oddly vulnerable, though, so the vampire refrained. Instead, she kept still and waited, allowing Yizhuo to adapt to the new sensation and slowly relax, sinking down to properly rest her weight on Jimin’s lap.

“How do you like it?” Jimin asked, finally breaking the silence that had engulfed them.

“H-Huh?” Yizhuo stammered out in reply.

“How do you like it?” the vampire repeated. “Slow? Fast? Rough? How do you like to be fucked, Yizhuo?”

“I-I don’t…” She paused, lower lip caught between her teeth. She looked frustrated for a moment, as if she didn’t quite know how to respond. “I don’t care, just… make me cum. Please.”

Something about the answer was unsettling, and Jimin couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had asked her that question before. The vampire let out a low, pensive hum before beginning to pump her finger slowly. She figured that if Yizhuo wouldn’t tell her what she liked, then she would just have to find out on her own.

Jimin was meticulous and thorough in her movements, her focus honed in on each of Yizhuo’s reactions. She quickly learned at which pace the brunette’s hips began to rock, grinding down onto Jimin’s hand. She figured out that Yizhuo’s needy little whimpers meant that she wanted more and the vampire pushed a second digit into her, earning a pleased moan from the girl. It took some prodding but Jimin also found the spot that made Yizhuo gasp, her back arching.

“Oh, right there?” the blonde purred, raking her teeth against the other’s jugular. Yizhuo shuddered, her walls tightening around Jimin’s fingers and her hips stuttering.

“J-Jimin,” she panted out breathlessly, her fingers tangling in blond locks as if she needed to ground herself.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Jimin hushed, her lips ghosting over Yizhuo’s as her fingers curled into the girl to hit that spot once more. “Let go.”

The words had barely left Jimin’s lips before Yizhuo fell apart above her. She came with a strangled cry, burying her face in Jimin’s neck to muffle the sounds as her body shook violently. The blond pressed a soft kiss to Yizhuo’s sweat-slick temple, breathing encouragement and gentle praise against her skin while coaxing her through her orgasm. It took several moments before Yizhuo seemed to return to her body, her breaths heavy and her slim frame shaking ever so slightly with aftershocks.

“You okay?” Jimin finally asked after a minute of silence. Yizhuo nodded, face still pressed into the vampire’s neck.

“That’s… never happened before,” she mumbled, words slurred and difficult to understand. Jimin was about to ask what exactly she meant, but before she could get the question out, she realized that Yizhuo’s breathing had evened out and her heart rate had slowed, indicating that she was asleep.

It was at this point that the reality of the situation finally sank into Jimin. Not only had she fed off of a human who was a perfect stranger to her, but she’d gone ahead and fucked said human and now that very human was passed out on her lap with Jimin’s fingers still nestled inside her.

“Shit,” Jimin hissed under her breath. She was so screwed.