Archive of Our Own

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“Hmm…”

Jimin stared at the dead hunter by his feet, noticing the man to be somewhat attractive. The sun had just begun to rise and the soft yellow light was slowly chasing away the fog swirling around Jimin’s legs and the dead body. What a shame, another man falling under the spell of glory and turning into a hunter, only to end up dead.

Cracking his knuckles, Jimin shakes his hands loose of the remains of magic still clinging onto his fingertips and his tattered gloves fall apart, exposing the ebony, smoke-like dark magic that always adorned his arms, swirling up to his elbows.

Sighing at his ruined gloves, Jimin wraps his cloak around himself, careful to cover his arms and decides to leave the town before the other hunters catch up. Pushing his fury aside, he contemplates on wiping out the entire clan of hunters but decides against it as it would only leave a bloody trail after him. He had tried enough of this to know that the hunters never kept their word of not bothering him because he was never trusted in the first place.

Jimin would have been ashamed — a dark witch, strongest and the most feared among witches and other creatures alike — running away from human hunters. Unfortunately, he was still mortal and could be killed. The only reason he put his dignity aside was for survival. He spent the last ten years always looking over his shoulder, ever since his parents were killed. 

They were the last of the dark witches and managed to convince the human village they resided in that Jimin was adopted and not their own to protect him. Later, it was the only reason he wasn’t killed along with his parents. But with his blood holding true, potent dark magic, he was born with, his arms had always been stained black. 

The color had vanished from his skin after an afternoon spent with his parents where they made him promise to never tell anybody about the darkness on his arms. Since then, his arms were as identical as any human's and it wasn’t until after his parents death when he realized what was going on. He was put in an orphanage and while playing in the gardens alone one day, he lost track of time. When the warden found him, he was furious. The man always hated Jimin for who his parents were and took it out on him in the form of skipped meals and missing blankets on cold nights. 

That moment was probably the extent of the illusion spell put upon him because to Jimin’s shock, the black fumes on his arms slowly seeped into view, climbing up his fingers. The magic casted by his parents could only stay so long after it’s casters were dead. Seeing the familiar pattern after so long brought tears to Jimin’s eyes and a shuffle made him look at the warden who’s face had gone pale, eyes filled with terror. 

In that moment, Jimin decided that he loved that look in the man’s eyes. The gaze that was usually filled with disgust and cruelty was now overflowing with fear. Without any warning, the man was on him, hands squeezing around Jimin’s throat that had a scream lodged in it. On instinct, Jimin has gripped the warden’s arms. An unexpected boost surged through him and the world slowed down for a second.

That was the first life Jimin had taken.

The next thing Jimin knew, they were falling to the side, the man convulsed before lying deadly still. Jimin kicked away the moment he felt the fingers loosen around his throat, coughing and sobbing. He got up and ran with sudden, newfound energy that made him feel invincible, uncaring of the scrapes on his elbow. Nearly out of the orphanage, he turned around to take one last look at the man that caused him misery.

The man laid dead, surrounded by a patch of equally dead plants.

Jimin had learned it the hard and fast way that he had to kill to survive. It was simple, as a dark witch, it was kill or get killed. He showed up at his distant aunt’s place, all battered and dusty. His parents mentioned her so many times, Jimin could go to her home in his sleep. The woman had taken one look at him and lifted him off the ground, hugging him to her chest. Without the need to even speak or introduce himself, she already knew everything. 

It took years, working on various spells and castings for him to understand how threatening he truly was. His aunt had a family that he barely interacted with though they tried their best to make him feel belonged, like one of their own. He was not here to stay after all, so he maintained his distance and after he saw what happened to his parents, he expected the same fate for him. 

He was welcome to sleep in the children’s bedroom but Jimin requested for the attic. One look at his aunt's little boys and her smiling wife steeled his resolve even more. Jimin did not want to kill any of them accidentally. When he told his aunt so at his sixteenth birthday, she had simply laughed at him, the sound as kind and warm as her palm that curled around his face.

Jimin will forever remember her smile, illuminated by the fire in the hearth. 

“You can not kill the people you love, Jimin-ah.”

She felt like his mother then, as if she had come back just to tell this to him. But this was his distant aunt, very human and in danger the longer he stayed. He did not want a family dying on him again.

Two years later, when nothing could hurt him, when he was stronger than ever, a night before he entered his eighteenth winter, Jimin erased the family’s memories, looked at his aunt and her wife sleeping peacefully and left what he almost called home. He did not forget to cast protection spells and took his birthday gift from the living room table with him. 

He felt nothing as he moved towns. It didn't bother him that he had nowhere to call home and never bothered to find one so just like that, years passed. His first lesson was not to trust anyone after he was cornered by hunters under a week. After that, any hunter Jimin crossed paths with didn’t walk away alive. When the bodies started to pile up, he would leave for another town.

Jimin understood he was alone and simply lived in shacks or huts to be easily misunderstood as a part of the village population. It never lasted long, his peace, that is. He had more often than not, come back to his house burning while the villagers surrounded it and Jimin looked on from afar. Thankfully, his belongings were always with him. 

His habit of wearing gloves, which he picked up after his aunt’s suggestion, kept him alive on various occasions where he overheard the hunters discussing their plot to kill the witch while drinking or eating at the local inn. When the men joked and laughed about the fun they could have with the witch, Jimin nearly lost his mind, body trembling in disgust as bile rose to his throat. It took everything in him to not kill each and everyone of them right there.

So he waited with the utmost patience and feasted on their lives that night. 

It took one more similar massacre when a wave of fear passed among the human towns and villages. The hunters had reduced drastically in numbers within Jimin’s hands and the witch had grown addicted to the feeling of taking lives left and right, to the surge of warmth and power that coursed through him, made him walk with his head held high. 

In a year, there were almost no hunters to be found and Jimin walked without his gloves on and loved how people covered away when they saw him. It was on this high that he made it to twenty three winters of his and was staring at his aunt’s calligraphy on the first page of the spell book she had gifted him for his eighteenth birthday. 

You will live, Jimin-ah.

Such simple words that he initially didn’t believe but now, he had enough deaths on his hand that he laughs out loud at the alternative. He would do anything it takes to stay alive. After all, he had not slaved away day and night with spells, potions and taxing rituals for his magic to simply end with him. He would not let all this carefully collected life force within him extinguish into thin air. 

The current town he was residing in was small but it had a library rich with magical books. Jimin spent most of his time there, lazing around. He had finished every book on magic and practiced enough that he could cast spells in his sleep. 

Little lanterns filled the library with bright light past the sunset as Jimin strolled among the aisles to return the latest book he had just finished reading. It was his favorite so far, about bewitched jewelry that helped him store some additional magic in his jewelry and piercings, while making him look prettier. He had definitely overdone it but he felt beautiful and powerful at the same time. 

Just as he slid the book in place, a book fell out on the other side of the aisle and Jimin blinked in confusion as he rounded the corner. As far as he knew, this was the last aisle of the library and he assumed it to be backed against a wall. He stopped at the corner, caught off guard when he saw a cloth draped over like a makeshift curtain across a narrow pathway.

With how many times he came here and frequented this aisle, Jimin can swear on his mortal life that this hidden pathway wasn’t there before. He had numerous read books leaned right against the wall that was now pushed a couple feet back from its original place. Lifting the drape, he carefully steps inside looking around what looks like an extended part of the library. 

The amount of dust was a giveaway of how little this place was used, or perhaps never. There were loose, rusted chains blocking the path that don’t stand as taut as they once did and Jimin crosses over them easily, making way to the fallen book at the end. 

He’s careful not to touch anything but when he looks at the book titles, his heart skips a beat. Jimin has never seen these books before, just heard these names whispered in passing and read about them in other books written by daring authors. Few to none mentioned or talked about these forbidden books that hold information beyond reason and safety. He had no idea how he suddenly got access to this chamber but Jimin would not go out without finding out something new.

His eyes hunt for a book about witches and when he finds one, he scans the index until he finds the chapter about dark witches. It is a smaller chapter compared to others but Jimin is stunned by what his magic can do, how much more his magic can expand and control and destroy . 

There’s heavy emphasis on how dangerous and merciless dark witches are along with their hunger for power and life force. Jimin doesn’t know how long he stayed there, reading and memorizing each and every word. It had numerous spells, potions, rituals and other workings that he could use to harness his magic better and Jimin charms a ring right then and there to store everything about dark magic. 

Just when he places the book back, the aisle groans and slowly starts edging towards the wall. 

“No, no, no! I need more time.” Jimin whispers frantically. He was barely done and there was simply so much to read, his head spins. He takes a step back as the shelf kept getting closer and as much as he’d love to become one with the books, he doesn’t want to get crushed to death against the wall. 

Raking his fingers through his hair, Jimin quickly starts making way out when he remembers the fallen book. An intense, unreasonable pull keeps him rooted to the spot as he quickly snaps his fingers and the fallen book comes flying to him. As a wake of goosebumps wash over him, he manically flips through the books about dragons. 

It has to be the most useless thing to him in the entire universe right now and as he hurries out of the aisle, his eyes flit over the last paragraph once before the book goes back flying into the darkness and the aisle closes with a soft cloud of dust. 

Jimin walks back to his house in a trance, mind clicking pieces together and giving him an answer he was looking for a very long time.

No matter how much he tries, those words and the implications don’t fade away. They stick to him, twirling around his head until he believes he’s gone crazy, a stupid grin on his face as if he knew of his victory before Jimin even tried anything. 

This was what he needed to reach his full potential as a dark witch and his survival and advantage came before anyone else’s. The witch’s hands tingle, crackling with magic, excited, ready to devour and take. 

He simply had to trap a dragon with mating – given, they were impossible to be found unless they wanted to be – and Jimin, being a witch, could easily look through protection spells and sigils, present himself for mating and he would be on his merry way to immortality.

It didn’t even register as something alarming that he could be killed before he could present as a mate to any dragon. This was his answer, this was what he was looking for, the protection and the limitless ways he could extend his magic without his physical body being a hindrance.

Jimin was going to mate with a dragon. 

The preparations began in form of a dress for convenience, a coat, an Allure spell that made him irresistible, bewitched jewelry — ranging from earrings, a choker that warned him of any danger to his life while showing the status of his mortality, finger rings that signaled attraction, carried additional magic for him and some other important spells woven into others like the thin chain around his waist and his anklet.

Before leaving, Jimin burns the book that acted as a reminder of his aunt. 

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. ..mating with a dragon is one definite path to immortality. Dragons are shapeshifting creatures with strong instincts. It is for the best interest of the mortal realm to avoid a dragon cave, which can be easily recognized by the gold and jewels strewn nearby. The caves are generally protected by a spell that disables mortal eyesight to see them. These majestic creatures are deadly and when they come across anyone near their cave, their first instinct is to kill. The one thing dragons can not refuse in their true form is a presenting of mating… 

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He’s barely covered half of the distance towards the well-lit cave which was impossible to miss given its size, stamping on the soft grass bathed in golden glow with every step when a monstrous shadow moves. Lips twitching, Jimin lets his mouth curl in satisfaction and keeps walking, stupid in the way one is when given the choice between life and death. 

If he wasn’t so focused, Jimin would marvel over how beautiful the landscape looked, how seamlessly the cave blended with the mountain, and colors of the sunset that glimmered in his peripherals.

A muted thump. Then, in between a moment and the next, a humongous dragon prowls into sight, with glowing yellow eyes trained right on him. Stopping dead in his tracks, Jimin’s hackles rise, along with the hair on the back of his neck, his silver choker tightening around his throat the most it ever had until now, warning him of his extreme risk to life. 

He can’t seem to look away from the dragon though, its scales a blue so dark, they’re nearly black, a gleam sliding across them as it bodily turns towards Jimin, a roar directed at him. Satisfaction spreads through him for being right about this, for being able to identify a dragon cave. 

The littered gems and jewels sparkle under the last rays of the setting sun and Jimin’s grip on the fabric of his gown loosens as he takes in how breathtaking the dragon looks. It could be way over twenty five feet tall and looked deadly . Jimin wants to see this dragon’s human form out of curiosity but couldn’t care less about it still. This dragon would grant him immortality and that was the end of it.

Tonight marked the third night since Jimin had started his mating hunt for a dragon and just when he was about to give up, he found the treasure. There’s momentary relief that allows the witch to breathe, doubt blowing away like dust because nothing could stop Jimin from taking what he wants now.

He had expected the dragon to attack instantly, the moment he was spotted but that surprisingly didn’t happen; his fingers twitch with magic as the dragon just stays eerily still. Everything lays on the witch and if he makes a move, he can be killed before he could even surrender.

But retreat was never an option. Turning back to humans would get him hunted sooner than later – something that strokes the deadly rage that he tries his best to keep under control.

Jimin’s palm itches with the magic trying it’s best to escape, clearly sensing his agitation. He doesn’t bother using any of his magic yet. He’s casted enough spells on himself that the dragon would lose its sense when it shifts into its human form. Once they mate, on the other hand – Oh, Jimin will continue to have all kinds of fun he wants with the dragon.

That was it, if he endures this mating, he would have eternity at his hands. Boldly, a small smile pressing into his cheek, Jimin takes another step and then another, continuing despite the deafening roar the dragon lets out.

Jimin will be damned if he lets himself die at the hands of one of the few remaining witch hunters that he couldn’t kill. It simply pissed him off that someone was out there to get him, someone that would become a hindrance one day so he got rid of as many of them as he could before it even came down to it. 

With issues more than he can count and lacking any emotions that made him human, he stands alone with all his gathered power and magic bound to him that was much heavier than what his mortal body could carry. The signs were getting too obvious. It was on his taxing body in a way that it was more likely that his own magic killed him before the hunters did.

This dragon was the unfortunate victim now, to be bound forever to someone cold and heartless as a dark witch at that. Jimin was ready to just take, take, take now and he just had a small price to pay for that, which he would, willingly. 

So Jimin does something he has never done before — he presents himself. He prepares for presenting the moment he sees the dragon crouch so low, the vibrations of its growl seeping into the ground under Jimin’s feet.

Do it, do it, you have no choice.

It’s the only thing that keeps repeating in his head as he starts unbuttoning his thick coat quickly, hands steady. 

There’s a heavy pause as if the implication is understood by the beastly creature but then the dragon shoots into the sky with a strong flap, disappearing into the cloud. Gown whipping against his legs, this is what Jimin had expected.

This is what he had planned for, but the sight of the dragon emerging through the clouds like a demon and charging towards him is still terrifying enough to make his heart crash against his ribs. Jimin thinks it’s a miracle that the beast decided to give him some time but the dragon is unnaturally fast in its descent, getting bigger and bigger the closer it gets to the witch, smoke escaping it’s mouth in dark grey wisps. 

Nothing can beat Jimin’s will to live though, he survived alone for all these years and there’s no way in hell he will give up right when he’s so close to finally reaching the shore. He will immortalize his magic or die trying. He refuses to become the next witch to be killed in a hunt, the next number in some town’s witch count. He refuses to let his magic die, fade into nothingness. There was nothing back to go to, he reminds himself. He’s all alone, with nowhere to go and nothing to lose. 

Excitement simmers under his skin as he finally releases his restrained magic and drops to his knees. A shiver rocks through him as the Allure spell settles onto him strongly. He’s almost giddy as he stares at the approaching dragon slow down and discards his coat, hitching up his skirt. 

The choker around his neck tightens to the point of near breathlessness, so when the dragon is close enough that he can see its pupil’s turn into thin slits, Jimin turns around, hips remaining in positing and he presses his unexpectedly warm face into his arms. 

For a moment, Jimin can’t hear anything except the deafening pulse in his ears and there are nerves squeezing his throat, saliva pooling into his mouth as something akin to fear helps keep him immobile. Fear of giving up all the control for the first time in his life because here he was, in a situation where he had no power over except for deciding to be involved in something. 

Until Jimin feels a strong gust of wind that sends shivers whacking through his body, his bunched up skirt blows over until it covers his torso entirely, the soft material draping over his head, hiding him from the dragon’s sight. The film's privacy just manages to heighten his senses as he opens his eyes and sees some soft light flash behind him.

A shift.

Jimin held himself back just in time, having nearly turned around to look at the dragon’s human form. It worked — the presenting worked. He's not dead yet. This itself brings elation down on him and he relaxes from getting the first ever signs of acceptance. When the tight choker around his throat loosens as well, Jimin almost moans in relief, heart flying in his chest. 

He's not going to die, he will live, keep his magic alive. 

Unwinding his body in consolation, he casts another quick spell that shoots a burst of warmth between his legs and in seconds, his cunt is ready and dripping. It tingles, going slightly numb as the spell works to make his body immune to pain.

He can’t afford losing his consciousness to the pain, he has to ensure that he’s bitten and marked. The utmost priority for him is to see and feel the bond settle between him and the dragon. Jimin will not rest for even a moment until that happens.

It’s difficult to stay still when all Jimin wants to do is turn around and look at the dragon. He’s unnecessarily curious as to what its human form looks like but if he does so, he might as well be writing his death sentence all over again. One look at his inky arms and the dragon would be able to tell who he is and what he’s doing. He only hopes the excess jewelry on his body doesn’t give it away. And if the Allure was in work, he didn’t want the dragon to break out if it.

Extremely conscious, Jimin grips the sleeves of his gown tightly, making sure they’re well hidden under his body. Most of his jewelry is on his upper body that the dragon can’t see much of as of now except for the thin chain around his waist and an anklet. 

Jimin prays that he’s mated just like this, with his identity perfectly hidden. 

Shame prickles Jimin's face because now, the dragon — the man can see him. See how bare he is waist down, exposed to the air and a stranger’s eyes. Nobody has ever seen him like this before; nobody ever saw Jimin's body naked and waiting.

When his eyes sting, Jimin is surprised. He thought he was past all of this with all he’s been through — having sex should be something that bothers him the least. There's numbness as he waits for the dragon to accept him.

Blinking rapidly, his attention is stolen by the ring on his right hand, which was quickly warming up and tightening slightly in warning. It was to notify him whenever someone had sexual intentions towards him.

And for the first time since he understood how disgusting most people were, how it made his skin crawl, he welcomed this without feeling like he wanted to die or kill. 

It’s a good thing, a good decision, Jimin convinces himself. This will get him what he wants.

When a heavy body almost crashes against his unexpectedly, Jimin yelps, heart going crazy in his ribs as the man moves over him, completely hovering over the his frame. Jimin's wandering gaze slides down and he gulps when he can see what’s going on behind him through the loose neckline of his dress, from between the frame of his legs.

Another pair of knees crush the soft grass underneath them and Jimin hears everything with such clarity that he’s reminded it’s just the both of them in the mountains with no one to hear or witness this. He stiffens despite watching it happen as warm, nearly hot, thick thighs press against his. 

Jimin knew dragons when shifted into humans run hotter than any other creature but the temperature difference is still strange to the point of triggering goosebumps all over his body. The man feels big, way bigger than Jimin in height and body mass because although they’re on flat ground, their hips don’t align at all, Jimin’s ass just makes it to the other’s pelvis.  

There’s movement and Jimin feels the man’s hardness drag over his lower back. The thickness and weight nearly makes Jimin sob while he also fights the urge to spread his legs further apart. He doesn’t know if he can take it, if it could fit in and with Jimin unable to see anything above the man's thighs from between his legs, there’s no visual for him to prepare. 

His body though, seems to disagree and starts throbbing madly as if desperate, like it could indicate the dragon of its emptiness. 

He wonders what he’s gotten himself into as the movement and sight restrictions cause discomfort and unease to a great extent. Just simply being able to roll over would calm him down to a great extent when he could see what this man looked like. Because now, he still felt like a dragon, so big and heavy.

The first touch is scorching like there’s fire dancing on his skin and Jimin can’t contain his gasp, eyes slipping shut. Hot hands land on his skin with the intention to accept the offering, obvious in the way they claim every inch of Jimin’s uncovered skin with a firm touch and the heat that spreads through him unexpectedly activates his magic.

Jimin startles when his jewelry starts glowing and feels rich, heavy energy all around him. This has never happened before and he has to act before the dragon notices and gets distracted. He can barely get himself to think when the fingers on his body continue their journey. They trail along his thighs, down to his ankles to wrap around and back up again, greedily grope his ass and stop at his hips, fingers pressing against his hip bones, squeezing and Jimin has to swallow back all the unexplainable desperate sounds he wants to let out.  

Given he hasn’t been involved in any sexual activities prior to this, every touch and action overwhelms him, slipping him further into an unfamiliar headspace that makes him arch his back and want to spread himself open, waiting to be entered. 

Out of all the things Jimin will remember from this night, the heat would be the first. It washed up his toes and all the way up to his forehead, making him melt like butter stick on flames. He shakes with the restraint to stay still, not turn around and hold in his magic. It makes him dizzy, something so unfamiliar to him but he decides he likes it. It feels fuzzy and comfortable, like he can float or melt away.

The cool chain around Jimin’s waist slips further down his curves making him shiver and the shapeshifter chases it bodily, hips slapping Jimin’s in haste and clutches the delicate silver in a way that makes the chain dig into Jimin’s stomach.

Holding onto the chain, the dragon’s free hand moves higher and gathers the gown, only to push it all the way up Jimin’s body until the fabric is pooling around his neck. 

In a split moment decision, he channels all his energy and magic into his Allure to captivate the dragon with what he can now see, instead of encouraging it’s curiosity in unveiling his face. A knuckle grazes up Jimin’s back and he shivers when a palm cradles his nape for a moment, before tightening the hold and pushing Jimin’s head lower until his cheek is pressed to the ground.

He gasps when he feels his walls clench at the action, caught off guard by himself. The hand on his neck stays as heat emanates from the chest that hovers so close to his back. 

He has the absurd urge to arch his spine or raise himself just a little to feel the heat on his skin directly and his hips, unrestrained, move, bucking impatiently.  

Jimin wants to see the man’s face, wants to see if he likes seeing Jimin like this, on his knees, pressed to the ground. Their thighs rub against each other and it makes Jimin shudder when he hears a growl. 

He finally lets out a soft, surprised sound, snapping his eyes open when he feels fingers gripping the soft muscles of his inner thigh. Jimin looks down, sees it happen, how the hand sinks into most of the fat on his thigh and pushes his legs further apart, hips grinding against his ass. Jimin barely manages to finish casting a spell for pain tolerance when there are fingers touching and parting his folds. The instant reaction is to tilt his hips for utmost convenience as his knees take more weight. His eyes roll up, lids fluttering when long fingers reach places he never could before, making his stomach swoop.

Fisting the fabric of his gown tightly, senses on overload with just how much he feels from barely being touched in the most sensitive area of his body, Jimin thinks he’ll go mad with the stimulation and his need for more . He's unable to believe he’s here on a mountain in the middle of nowhere with a dragon ready to fuck and mate him. 

The fingers move to spread his wetness everywhere and Jimin’s thoughts crash fast, all focus now zoned in on how the dragon is collecting his wetness. There’s no other body contact apart from the hand on the back of his neck and the fingers in his pussy until the head of the dragon’s cock is rubbing at his folds. It’s so unexpected, Jimin jolts, caught off guard and a growl followed by the hold around his neck tightening, makes Jimin so embarrassingly wet than before that the man's hardness slips among all the slick when the dragon pushes forward and slides down to rub against Jimin’s stomach.

The man snarls in frustration and Jimin can’t make sense of what is happening because suddenly there’s a painfully tight grip on hips that are being lifted into the air and the cock is humping at his pussy, the slick sound entirely humiliating to Jimin, until it’s pushing at his entrance. 

Jimin has had a few toys inside him before whenever the length of his fingers wasn’t enough so he was somewhat familiar with the feeling of being stretched but that was nothing compared to being spread open like this. Breathless just with the head nudged inside, Jimin thinks he’ll tear. Since he can feel everything just with the absence of pain, his walls resist at the intrusion at first. His body that was previously rigid, sags when it’s clear by the dragon’s huffing and frustrated growls that he just wants to slam his cock in all the way but it’s too tight for him to do so.

His walls slowly but surely comply, opening up as they give way to the mind numbing thickness sinking between them and Jimin feels himself losing control of his body. His hips settle into the hands holding them and angle just right on instinct, making the slide easier.

He doesn’t even know if he can take the cock entirely, if he has enough space inside his body. It feels like it will never end, as the deeper the dragon enters, the more senseless Jimin becomes, body becoming lax the more he focuses on the stretch. Body trembling and head heavy as his arms cushion it, the fabric of his sleeves get wet from all the saliva that escapes Jimin’s mouth. 

Unable to think of anything, he cries out when his hips are jerked up in the dragon’s hold and the remaining length of the cock is jammed inside entirely in one go, hitting something so deep and sensitive inside that the pleasure Jimin feels in unbearable and he screams. 

For a moment, ears ringing, there are tingles followed by an intense, burning heat that spreads through him, body spasming as his walls tightens around the hardness inside him. Black spots dance in his vision, tongue useless and heavy in his mouth as he tries his best to close his parted lips and understand what just happened, how he could cum from just being entered into.

There’s no sign of the dragon acknowledging any of this because he just pulls out before shoving his cock back in. The noises that leave Jimin’s lips are obscene, so loud, barely muffled by his gown. He can lose his mind like this, he’s sure. 

They’ve barely begun but Jimin has already tipped over the edge once and for someone like him who has never experienced any intercourse, every union of their hips felt manic. The drag of the cock is maddening, scraping so good against his soft, virgin walls and every time it smashes against that spot inside Jimin which drives him insane, it doesn’t feel human. He would beg for this cock over and over again, let it ruin him entirely. 

No human cock could feel like this, nor deliver that sharp nudge so deep inside that he can’t even fathom exists inside him. Jimin fears it might as well be pushing against his cervix. He can’t bear this kind of stimulation for long, pussy already sensitive as the dragon keeps thrusting, without a break, mindless of whatever is going on with Jimin. He wants to request the dragon to slow down, to please let him breathe as tears stream down his nose.  

“Please,” He manages to moan softly, which easily drowns in the man’s rough breathing. Eyes slipping shut in surrender, Jimin keens when he feels the tightening of his stomach again, heat building up unexpectedly fast.  

“No, no, not again.” Jimin mumbles, tries to get himself up on his shaky arms. Not so soon. He can’t maintain lucidity if he comes again this quickly and he needs to be in his right mind until he secures the mating bite. When the dragon notices Jimin trying to move, another warning growl washes over him. Then, Jimin’s hips are dropped from the hold and he yelps in shock. 

But before his lower half crashes to the grass bed, an arm loops around his waist, keeps him suspended, knees barely grazing the ground and the dragon simply grinds in deeper, hips bucking lower and Jimin loses it. Heart thundering in his chest from the scare, his second orgasm washes over him, locking up his body as Jimin heaves for air, his lower body so hot with the sensations along with the dragon’s body heat.

Nearing a limit with how Jimin trembles, sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He so desperately wants to push his stupid gown away from his face but he refuses to show himself unless he is forced to. The fast orgasms could possibly be because of the absence of pain, which would’ve given his body some time to adjust otherwise.

The dragon shifts, knees bracketing Jimin’s and crosses his ankles over the back of Jimin’s calves, trapping him, making him immobile. His hips are relentlessly punishing and Jimin’s moans are cut off with every thrust, voice higher than before as every inch of the thickness feels bigger, rougher than before to his overstimulated cunt. The wet sound of the dragon’s cock pushing into Jimin’s steadily leaking pussy and his broken moans are all that can be heard in the night with the occasional wind and the witch can’t even bring himself to be ashamed. 

Oh, to be ruined like this .  

Jimin never imagined something like this was ever possible. He never imagined he could feel such breathless pleasure from simply having sex. The wetness has started to run down his thighs in steady trails and Jimin didn’t even know he was capable of producing this much slick. 

Every thrust stretches his cunt all over again and he can't breathe, senses on overload as he loses himself to the pleasure. Just thinking about the fact that he could get fucked like this everyday makes him see stars as he mewls, fidgeting because of the waves and waves of pleasure pulsing through him. The breeze makes him shiver as he feels hot and cold at the same time, his fatigued body sensitive to everything. There's a dull ache settling in his muscles as they're used in ways they never were before. Jimin doesn’t want to know what he would be feeling if it wasn’t for the spell. He wonders if he bled with how much he was stretched. 

Picking up pace, the dragon starts ramming his hips in frenzy, has Jimin crying out. His elbows threaten to give out as thick, strong thighs slap against his with every thrust and Jimin finds himself being jerked forward with every buck of the dragon's hips. 

There's barely any strength left in him to ground himself but he tries, stretches his arms forward, feeling all shaky, loose and tingly. In the next thrust, the dragon's hand on his nape slips forward, pushing Jimin's gown entirely over his head until it's just loosely hugging his arms. 

Jimin gasps in the cool air, hair a mess as it sticks to his cheek and blinks quickly to clear his glassy vision. He breathes in deeply, taking a lungful of air between his punched out moans. The light from the cave feels blinding and what Jimin sees next steals the air in his lungs. Right in Jimin's line of sight, he can see their shadows. The dragon's specifically. The bulk of his frame, muscles defined even in his shadow, probably long hair and the way he towered over him and eats up Jimin's shadow entirely. 

The hand holding him down loosens its grip. Pulling himself up onto his palms, Jimin is barely able to move and maintain his position with how the dragon's thrusts jostle him when a hot, hard chest presses against his back. Enveloped from all sides and hidden under the big frame of the dragon's, Jimin will later distantly remember feeling safe. 

Time seems to still for Jimin when it dawns on him what was actually happening. The dragon must be getting closer and getting ready for the mating mark. As an encouragement, Jimin pushes back into the warmth, against the cock stuffing him full. Fingers knot into his hair and Jimin's head is pulled back and tilted to the side, neck exposed. The dragon's cock is still grinding into him, even more desperately so. 

He could tell that his pussy would be all throbbing, pink and swollen by the time the dragon was done with him. So full and so sensitive. It would be a miracle if he could close his legs. 

"All mine." A voice, light and low whispers speaks against Jimin's ear, hot breath making him shudder as goosebumps erupt on his skin, followed by a sharp bite that pierces his neck. 

Jimin doesn't remember the order of things that happen next. A euphoric feeling spreads over him after a moment’s pain, then everything heightens as something clicks into place, the presence of another person, a mate , adding to his awareness. 

Hot, mushy globs of liquid flood into him that doesn’t seem to end, as a big palm trails all the way from his neck to cup his alarmingly distending stomach. His hands give out but he’s being held, somehow, like someone cares for him. As soft strands of the dragon's hair graze his shoulders and back, Jimin's spent body weakly quivers as something small shifts within his stomach and another orgasm hits him. Teeth unlatch from his neck and a rough tongue swipes at the bite to collect blood.  

It worked. 

Jimin feels a potent rush of magic leave his palms, just as the dragon pulls out and Jimin’s being turned onto his back when he sees what damage he has caused. He can’t believe it and brushes it off as his overworked mind and body to conjure up things. 

The vision of a large patch of freshly bloomed flowers is what manages to ingrain itself into Jimin's eyes before his world is turning, his back crushing a few of the said blossoms. As Jimin, through hazy, blown out eyes, with the most scandalous appearance of his till date, looks at the person who he managed to conquer, his greatest pride — a dragon — he knows he's done the best and the worst thing in his entire life. 

While his vision gains focus, arms still over his head and a hot palm caressing his cheek like he's the most precious thing in the entire world, Jimin wonders if he casted an illusion spell instead as he looks into golden brown orbs.  

Because he has never been able to bloom even a single flower all his life no matter how hard he tried, always taking lives in his wake, his dark magic hungrier than he is. 

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Jungkook has seen his fair share of beauty in his young life. From natural landscapes, the sunrise and sunsets, the view from the clouds, thunderstorms, art forms, architecture, jewelry, precious metals, stones to some very beautiful people, he’s seen it all. 

He knew he was doomed the moment he was presented to. Never in his hundred and twenty one years did anyone ever present to him.

When he turns his mate around and looks at the face, it’s the most beautiful person he has ever seen and he’s rendered breathless. Jungkook can’t bring himself to look away until he feels his heart lurch, new emotions washing over him. He wants to take his mate all over again, see him present like that just for him, so willing and good to him by staying in place and just taking it.

Strands of short, dark grey hair stick to a sweaty forehead, exposing mesmerizing grey orbs that lazily blink up at him, a small nose, followed by thick, pink, parted lips that he swears are hypnotizing because of the sudden pull like he was physically being yanked forward and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s leaning forward and pressing their lips together. 

Thankfully, after a pause, his mate responds and what Jungkook feels is soft, warm affection. His mate’s lips are so deliciously soft and warm between his, so full, Jungkook simply wants to bite . Instead, he simply kisses harder, unable to pull back. Jungkook’s hands trail down his mate’s body and he’s getting hard again. 

Parting, he pulls back to see clearer eyes staring back at him. 

“Your name?” He manages to ask as his eyes rake down the body under him, still laid out so invitingly. This clarity of thought won’t remain with him for long and his arousal has begun to stir again, far too soon surprisingly, but Jungkook guesses this is how mated couples react to each other.

“Jimin” His mate, Jimin, utters with a voice so mellifluous and hints of rough vocals, Jungkook’s brain stops working. He’s losing his head clearly, as he leans back to take in all of Jimin from his breathtaking face to his strong neck, sharp collarbones, shoulders, a slightly muscular, defined chest that flows into a narrow waist, a stomach round with his cum, down to his leaking cunt and thick thighs wrapped loosely around him. “And you are called?”

His stomach tightens and right when it’s getting harder to think clearly, he remembers to speak. “Jungkook.”

After that, through Jungkook’s mating riddled brain, he doesn’t remember much but all he remembers is Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t look away from Jimin and neither could his thoughts stray away. So Jungkook let this captivation take a hold on him and once he lowered his walls, he’s captured entirely by Jimin’s charms.

It feels like he has no control over himself as he drags Jimin over to him, muffling his surprised noises with a kiss and lifting his mates frame to enter him again. Jimin’s moans spill into his mouth as and Jungkook is already addicted to those noises, the way Jimin’s body curves and when Jungkook yanks away the garment still wrapped around Jimin’s arms, he sees a flash of black before his mate throws his arms around him, hips picking up their own pace and he forgets.

He only sees flashes of black in between and even when there’s a prodding, important thought waiting to be let in, he forgets it right after. His tunnel vision stays on Jimin’s face and his body for most of the time and he doesn’t care for anything as long as Jimin holds onto him for dear life as Jungkook has his way with him. 

Jimin’s jewelry, as pretty as him, twinkles under the recently lit fire in the cave as his body arches this way and that, hands clutching onto the furs underneath him sometimes when Jungkook is too far away to hold.

“Jungkook— please—” The way Jimin says his name ruins him all over again, makes him want his name to be screamed until it’s echoing in his cave. It was Jungkook’s first time and he takes however and whatever he wants and Jimin simply complies, making Jungkook’s blood run hot. 

Jimin looks the most bewitching getting fucked in the sunlight. Jungkook couldn’t give a damn as to how they moved here, to the mouth of the cave but Jimin is underneath him, head thrown back and shamelessly moaning in time with his thrusts. His hands, as dark as the night, were tangled in his hair and Jungkook’s mouth went dry, making him let go of his mate’s hips and bent forward to intertwine their fingers.

Hands surrounding Jimin’s head, when he focused into Jimin’s gaze, he was truly falling, a sensation so intense, he nearly crashed into Jimin’s face. His mate simply smiled at him warmly, eyes crinkling in such an angelic way, Jungkook melted when Jimin cupped his face and kissed him.

Kissing Jimin felt like time stopped and he was hyper aware of their mouths, crashing against each other like their life depended on it. Jimin never complained no matter how long Jungkook kissed him for or the position he was taken in. The only marks left behind by Jimin were the scratches running down Jungkook’s back and a few crescents on his shoulders. He loved them and the way they stung whenever he stretched.

By the second night, his mate’s stomach looks like he was expecting and Jungkook had grown extremely protective, possessiveness dripping from him, disabling him to take his hand away from Jimin’s stomach even once. This was his first brood and he’s already heavily attached to them. He wants to see Jimin carry them, all round and heavy, looking the prettiest, all his.

These thoughts drove him into a new frenzy that was too much for Jimin. He slipped in and out of sleep, always holding onto Jungkook in some or the other way. And in such a short time, two nights and a day, Jungkook grows dependent on Jimin’s body for comfort and sleep. 

Jimin felt like home now. He thanks the heavens for sending Jimin to him, as his mate. A fleeting thought of some unease floats across before it’s pushed aside and Jungkook goes ahead, leaving some more marks blooming on his Jimin. That night, Jungkook had the best sleep of his life, curled behind Jimin and a protective hand resting on his round stomach.

Unknown to him, this was the beginning of something he never saw coming.

It left a mark. Every touch, every press of lips, every mark made, every sigh, every smile, every moan — everything. It had left a mark so deep, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to get rid of it even when he wanted to, later. 

When he wakes up in the morning, it’s to empty furs, alone. Disoriented, he blinks, looking down on himself and the marks, his messy hair, the foreign ache in his muscles that kicks up his breathing and tries to calm himself. It must have all been a nightmare, for sure. But there’s a strange emptiness as his hands twitch restlessly and they find a chain among the furs.

Then he remembers bits and pieces of skin against skin, hot puffing breaths, soft lips crushing against his, warmth around his cock, the way he was sucked into the soft, wet walls, the nails on his back, soft, silky skin, such a captivating face. 

Jimin .

Swallowing past a painful lump, he ignores how he’s gotten hard in less than a minute instantly and recalls taking the chain off when it started digging into Jimin’s swelling belly. Shakily, he stands up and nothing makes sense. Where was his mate? Did Jimin leave? What about his—

The chain melts in his scorching hands as his temperature rises with the panic and fear settling in, liquid silver dripping onto the furs as he quickly stands up to scan his surroundings for his mate. He finds a pair of discarded trousers and pulls them on quickly. The harder he tries to think, the more his head aches.

He has a mate but... he didn’t want it? Jungkook did not want to mate so young. But he did for some reason, clearly and just thinking back to that night made his head pound. There must be a reason why he woke up without his mate. 

Did he perhaps hurt him? 

No. No, he would not be able to do that. All of his instincts screamed at him to be closer to his eggs, to protect them and wouldn’t be able to hurt Jimin even if he wanted to but at the same time, his logic was reasoning that he did not want a mate, that he wasn’t even it mating season so it wasn’t possible to mate unless—

He simply couldn’t understand what was going on, especially with a few parts of his memory missing and his senses were going haywire trying to piece together what was happening.

Just as the panic was about to set in, Jimin walked in, black hands running through his hair providing a sharp contrast and the words died in Jungkook’s throat. Something was screaming at him to get away, to leave but the sight of Jimin clutching a gown to his entirely flat stomach made Jungkook’s heart drop cold into his stomach.

The eggs. His eggs.

“You—Your stomach. Why—How is it so flat?” Jungkook stuttered out, barely able to hear himself. He knew what was coming but the words when spoken into the air between them, burned him. Like a part of him was killed.

“I got rid of it. It was so heavy—” 

And before Jungkook knew it, he had slammed Jimin to the cave wall with a hand around his neck, a choked sound leaving Jimin as his feet dangled off the ground.

The fury coursing through him only made him see blind rage as tears threatened to spring to his eyes. This was his first ever brood, his first eggs that he had with him all along only to find out that they were killed — murdered — in his absence was driving him mad.

They wouldn’t be coming back. Those eggs were lost, never to hatch ever again.  

“So you… killed them?” Jungkook seethed, steadily raising his temperature hoping that this creature died a slow, painful death. To his confusion, Jimin still appeared fine, only gasping once in a while no matter how hot Jungkook rose in temperature. 

It must be the mating bite then, that was protecting his mate. He hated how his body still acted like he was hurting his carrier when the carrier himself had killed his brood. Lost in thought, Jungkook jerked back, cursing and letting go of Jimin when unexpected waves of shock shot through his arms. 

“I— I didn’t kill anyone since I… since the past,” Jimin paused to cough between gasping and a small part of Jungkook hurt to see this. He was definitely turning insane. “Since the past three days.”

“You just did. You got rid of the eggs, didn’t you? You just killed my first brood. So tell me, what do I do with you now?” Jungkook walks over and stares down at the shock on Jimin’s face. This was the face he thought to be the most beautiful a few nights ago and he was stuck with this person now, a killer, for eternity. 

He promises to himself that he would never forgive Jimin, he would surely, make life a living hell for him.

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“Eggs?” Jimin's thought process comes to a stop as he pants, trying to calm his heartbeat. His clothes were crumpled by his feet and he rushed to put them on, feeling strangely exposed. He has to remind himself that dragons could not kill their mates. He wasn't aware that dragons laid eggs and didn’t even know anything about incubation, much less that he was supposed to keep his stomach like that. “I—I truly didn’t know.”

The witch would truly not give a fuck about this but it was an honest mistake. And as much of a killer he was, he would never stoop as low to kill children or take innocent lives. 

"What?" Jungkook questions, looming over him. He takes a step back, anguish clear in his eyes as he roughly rubs his face with his palms. "How could you not know that- that is no fucking excuse, you—" 

The dragon stops abruptly, studying him intently. From the various points of the fixation of his gaze, Jimin knows he has to come clean himself, he has run out of time. 

"Jimin-ssi." There. This was the steadily growing distance between them that could not be bridged anymore for a long time. "What are you? A human would not survive this mating."

Jungkook settles to the witch's opposite, leaning back on the wall. Even in his human form, he looked majestic. He was the most handsome man Jimin had come across with some sprinkles of gentle beauty that was almost dainty. The gentleness he held Jimin with was also probably lost now. 

This was the second time someone had choked him with the intention to kill but Jimin only felt warmth when he had Jungkook's fingers wrapped around his throat. It was probably the mating bite that kept him alive and Jungkook as well from the looks of it because the magic Jimin has used was enough to burn someone alive. There was this strange light around Jungkook like he had cast an Allure spell himself that kept Jimin wanting to look back at him over and over again. For some strange reason, Jimin wanted to comfort the dragon who looked deeply hurt with his eyes so round and lips bitten raw and trembling slightly.

Jungkook looked so beautiful, Jimin was proud of his choice. 

Clearly, whatever soft spot he had grown for the dragon over the past days had to be destroyed. For, if looks could kill, Jimin would be ten feet under. Jungkook would get back whatever he decides to give Jimin and he was tired of pretending to be the lost, innocent victim. He could’ve acted some more for the dragon’s sake but he might as well hit his so called mate with everything he was.

So he pulls up his walls and is ready for defense. 

"I’m a witch. A dark witch." Jimin stands, done with the niceties. The hopeless look on the dragon's face was enough of an answer. 

"No. No. I heard the last of them died a few years ago. I mated with a—a dark witch ? I can’t stand your fucking kind." The dragon sneered out, the anger and disgust in his eyes passing over Jimin with absolutely no effect. He’d heard worse. 

My parents were murdered ten years ago. Jimin wanted to scream. But he stays calm. This was nothing new to him. If he was really going to be stuck with a man that despised him, he at least got immortality out of it. He had achieved his goal — his magic would go on forever now. 

“Shut your damn mouth before I do something you regret, Jungkook-ssi. You don’t want to know what I’m capable of.” He countered calmly, feeling magic seep to his palms. Oh, how he wanted to fling the dragon into a valley. 

"This— Is this something you did? " Jungkook accuses, stepping up to his full height. When the truth dawns upon him, he looks heartbroken enough that Jimin would have felt bad moments ago. "This is all your fault."

But not anymore. 

"I was hiding for a reason . I—I didn’t want to kill or mate anybody. I didn’t want a mate like you— a stranger, someone I don’t know a damn thing about. And look where I am now. With a dark witch at that. I can not stand you!"

Jimin listens, let's him get everything out. He agrees what he did was wrong. Blinded by his selfishness, he probably went too far. He was considering apologizing and suggesting some way to remedy this when the dragon kept going on. 

And oh, what a mistake that was. 

“Look what you’ve done! Are you happy? This is what you wanted, isn't? You’re a filthy witch after all. You disgust me. How—How dare you do something like this to me? I was in hiding just to not come across anyone but you—" 

"And what if I did? What are you going to do? Kill me?" Unable to help himself, Jimin laughs.

Jimin knew this was coming. The guilt, the hurt he was waiting for, the dramatics. Somehow, this playing out exactly how he expected makes him angrier. That didn't mean he wanted to hear this bullshit. He underestimated how it would feel like to get rejected by the dragon that mated him. 

He was using this dragon, Jimin accepted that to himself the moment he presented. He had manipulated, given the dragon no choice but to mate with him but now, after hearing what Jungkook had just said, Jimin doesn’t find even an ounce of sympathy in him. It doesn't deter him in the slightest. He was a fool to think being good to others had its benefits.

Jungkook looked worn, defeated. Until he started to tremble, absolute hate shining in his eyes.

"If you had not presented yourself so shamelessly, I’d be still free. You took away my choice!"

This man was hitting all the nerves of his that Jimin wasn't aware of himself. Despite feeling a detachment to this entire argument, Jimin could not stand when the blame was put on him. He didn't want to accept yet that he had not respected the dragon's consent and manipulated to his advantage.

"Don't you fucking dare! Who the fuck do you think your talking to, huh? Touch me one more time and I’ll kill you," Jimin fumes, anger flaring bright. Because his dirty tricks, he has so many things taken away from him by the dragon as well. "You’re the worst creature I’ve ever met and believe me when I say I've met monsters . Is this what you have to say after using me like that all these days and nights? So you have your fun fucking me and now rage all over me?”  

“I didn’t use you! You presented to me, you witch! You wanted it, didn’t you? You’re a witch, if you didn’t want this, you could’ve stopped me.” Jungkook thundered, clearly riled up as he paced angrily. He speaks the truth but Jimin counters back equally strong. Whatever Jimin considered about apologizing to the dragon vanished into thin air. 

“I had no choice but to give consent. I'm a mortal, you imbecile! You would've killed me otherwise. You barely held back from killing me. I was terrified of you." Breathing heavily, Jimin doesn’t know if he’s speaking the truth at this point. “Are you seriously blaming me for not wanting to die? Listen to what the hell you’re saying, for fucks sake. I’d rather get fucked by a monster than die. Is that so hard to believe?"

Liar, liar, liar . 

Jimin wills that little voice in his head away. He never claimed to be a good, noble man anyway. 

“You think you’re stuck with me? I don’t want you either. You’re nothing but a burden now. You should’ve killed me if you didn’t want to mate so bad. Didn’t do that, did you? You’re stupid if you think I wanted this.”

Jungkook stays quite like he was slapped across his face. He shakes his head, like all fights were lost in him. 

"No. You can’t say that. I didn't force you. I— I can't mate someone who's not willing. That will not trigger my mating cycle." The answer looked both of them right in the face. Jungkook simply slid down the cave wall, head in his hands. “Stay away from me. I don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

The witch refuses to feel anything as the dragon curls into himself, becoming smaller. He watches on and something itches him to be a little mean . He should really put his mate in his place. 

“Are you crying, Jungkook-ssi? You certainly don’t deserve to. You’re not a child— ” The dragon had sprung to his feet and swung his fist that stopped just a centimeter away from Jimin’s face. His protective shield probably blocked it. Instead, the front of his gown is fisted and Jimin hears the rip as he’s pulled forward.

“Listen here, you little freak.” Jungkook's voice dropped octaves lower, the roughest Jimin heard, causing goosebumps to erupt all over him. The gold in his eyes burned bright as he tugged Jimin closer until there was no space left between them. “You don’t want to mess with me right now. This might as well be the worst mistake of your life, for you to mate me. And currently, I don’t know if I want to fuck you or kill you so how about you behave, hmm?”

Everything went over Jimin’s head after Jungkook said he wanted to fuck him. It made his stomach clench tight as he remembered how good he felt during the mating. The dull ache of his cunt and the constant throbbing was begging him to go at it again. Despite this fight they were having.

Fingers tightly grasp his face as Jungkook leaned even closer. “As you are my mate now anyway, start acting like it, would you? Try disrespecting me again and I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t talk.”

Jimin was slightly worried with how his body was reacting to these sexual threats. They didn’t scare him, but actually made him want to push the dragon even more. He knew their mating was a lost cause and if the most he could get out of it was sex, then so be it.

"Dragons mate for life — for eternity. There is no way to break our bond so don't waste your time on that." The dragon murmured, eyes glued to Jimin’s lips. He was leaning forward so slowly, Jimin surged forward to crash their lips. Neither of them moved first until Jungkook laughed into their kiss. “Keep doing this, Jimin-ssi and I’ll take complete liberty over you.”

Instead of answering, Jimin simply locked his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulled him back to the kiss. He doesn’t remember being kissed this roughly by Jungkook even during the mating. It felt like the dragon had thrown all caution to the wind as his hands roamed freely, groping at his chest, caging his waist then gripping handfuls of his ass and squeezing until a pained moan escaped Jimin’s lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Jungkook-ssi. Your body is the only useful thing for me in this mating." He was burning up strangely due to the rough treatment and just when he felt how hard Jungkook was against his stomach, his skirt was bunched up, fingers finding his dripping wetness and a hard rub was pressed against his clit that made Jimin tremble.

“Oh, look how wet you are, Jimin-ssi.” Jungkook sounded too pleased, as he dropped his head to suck the bite on Jimin’s neck. 

“You say that while humping against me like a dog?” Jimin mutters, breathless and Jungkook shuts him up with a kiss, hands disappearing from his body. When they break apart, disappointment sets in and when Jungkook doesn’t look any better, Jimin has to remind himself all the names they’ve called each other. 

"You're stupid if you think you'll have a peaceful life with me. I'll show you hell, Jimin-ssi. Hope you're looking forward to that." There's a hard push on Jimin chest as the dragon steps back, breathing hard, eyes on Jimin the entire time he gets enough air in his lungs. 

Jimin stares back, quiet, as he thinks how to react to this. It didn't matter what he said or didn't right now. What mattered was how he would deal with the dragon from now on. The threats were clearly, openly thrown on his face and all Jimin wanted to do was roll his eyes. But he couldn't let go of the insensitivity he felt towards his mate. Whatever warmth Jimin has felt in the past couple of days, turned to ice.

"Do you have family?" The dragon asked unexpectedly.

"None. Just me." Jimin doesn't make eye contact and fixes his jewelry instead. 

"I’m all you’ve got, then. How bloody unfortunate. We’re going to my town. You better behave, witch." 

Silence envelopes them at the unexpected statement and when Jimin lifts his gaze to look at the dragon, Jungkook is working through the slight tangles in his hair and trying it into a messy bun. The muscles of his arms and torso flex in a mouthwatering way but despite his big frame, he looked small in the moment. 

"No matter what, do not think for even a moment, that I forgive you for what you've done. I'm only holding up my responsibility as your mate by keeping you alive. Apart from that, I couldn't care less about you, Jimin-ssi." Jungkook speaks, voice lifeless. "I will never let you forget how much I hate you."

Jimin guesses this is what all big conquests look like after they've been conquered. He simply watches the dragon and thinks, there's nothing a spell can't fix but Jimin will think about that some other time. 

Without another word, Jungkook walks out of the cave with a single glance scanning over Jimin. There’s a flash of light just as Jimin follows him and the majestic beast from before has taken shape. Jungkook’s flap of his wings sends Jimin’s gown whipping around his legs again, wisps of hair lifting off his forehead and it felt like deja vu all over again. 

"You've met me at a very wrong time in my life." Jimin sighs, unaware of the dragon's hearing range. He settles down at the mouth of the cave and for some reason he can feel Jungkook’s presence when he stops somewhere near and does not worry.

Looking down upon himself, he smoothed the wrinkles on his gown, a funny feeling in his chest as he recalled what it felt like to wake up to such a full, round stomach. He wanted to stay like that, with what felt like pleasant fire in his belly, that made him cradle his stomach like it was carrying treasure. For some strange reason, Jimin still felt the same as he ran his hand down his flat stomach now.

It was fear of the unknown emotion that made Jimin’s magic act up and before he knew it himself, he was trying various spells, one after the another to get rid of his swollen stomach. He was close to hysterics, concerned about his spells not working when his stomach started to go down. 

That was when he noticed the dried cum and blood on his thighs and it took a lot of restraint in him to give weightage to what had just happened. The dragon seemed kind so he thought, perhaps this could work until he gathered his discarded clothes and went back in only for Jungkook to be awake and hell broke loose.

If only Jimin hadn't used so many stupid spells, his stomach would've been all round and everything would've been fine. Even here, he couldn't stay away from killing somehow. Strange how he didn’t gather any life energy from the eggs. He doesn't even know which spell worked among all the ones he had casted for him to even understand what could have happened. But the damage was already done and he didn’t know what it felt like when the life you’ve created was taken away from you but after seeing it in Jungkook, he wanted to pay back, somehow. 

As he tried to think of something else, Jimin has a startling realization that he does not have any worries anymore. All that he has been running away all his life couldn’t even touch him anymore, let alone hurt him. The elation that came made him smile for the first time in a long while and he hugged his knees to his chest. It didn't matter how much the dragon despised him, after all, Jimin was always familiar with these kind of emotions directed at him so it did not made him worry.

He spots the dragon in the distance after a while and his steps are as light as his heart as they take him closer to the dragon. There’s something black in Jungkook’s claws and when he transforms midway to the ground, he lands on the grass in a clearly practiced crouch and throws the black bundle at Jimin.

Instincts lacking trust, Jimin holds the bundle suspended in the air a few away from him and Jungkook looks intrigued, as much as he tries to play it off. Deeming it harmless, Jimin pulls it closer and sees that it’s a fur pelt. A shiny, black fur pelt that still dripped fresh blood. 

Jimin stares at it, trying to understand what it was when Jungkook speaks up, passing by him. “It’s a tradition. The dragon has to give a fur pelt of some sort to their mate. A stake of claim.”

Blinking, Jimin cleans the pelt as much as he can and gathers it into a neat folding to clutch it to his chest. Somehow, he didn’t want to let go of the soft bundle in his arms and Jungkook arched his brow at the action, but looked pleased nonetheless despite how confused and torn he looked by his own emotions. 

“Get moving.” Jungkook slips on a tunic and it hugged him in all the right places. While Jimin was relieved of not having past worries, he was still clueless as to what the future held for them. It was truly hopeless given how much Jungkook hated him but all that mattered to Jimin was that he could live freely for the first time in his life. If Jungkook wanted to stay away from him, he could try but Jimin wasn't making any promises as to how disciplined he would be. 

If he wanted something from Jungkook, he would be getting that. Jimin would not go easy with his magic. With the acquired immortality, the dragon was as good as useless now and Jimin will see how he can make good use of his mate for himself.

“Where are we going?” The dragon steps out first and transforms again, turning to face Jimin this time and lowers himself to the ground, as much as he could.

‘Jimin-ssi .’ He hears Jungkook’s voice suddenly and startled, clutching the fur tightly as he stares at the dragon. ‘We can communicate through the mating link when we shift. Climb onto me.’ 

Hearing that, Jimin almost turns back around, ready to deny but Jungkook rearranges, gets even lower to the ground. Jimin walked closer and the dragon scales looked even more breathtaking up close. He wanted to touch but held himself back. He was sure that wouldn’t be welcomed. 

“Where are we going?” He asks instead, squaring up the dragon’s height. There was no way he could climb this thing. So he opens up a portal instead that takes him to the dragon’s spine and settles carefully. 

He hears a disbelieving huff and then, ‘Haneul-gu. Hold on tight. Or not. I can’t kill you anyway.’

And they’re off.

Jimin’s scream echoes in the valley as the wind slaps his face and Jungkook’s petty gruff of satisfaction stays the witch’s head. 

High up in the clouds, Jimin finally smiles, victorious. 

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