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Jungkook doesn't think he's ever felt so humiliated in his life. Even begging for food scraps on the streets couldn't compare to the utter humiliation of being told to strip naked because some potential “owners” have come to take a look at the “pets”.
Living under vampire rule has been hell for centuries. Humans adapted, of course, living alongside them, following their rules. Most craved being turned and gaining power and wealth, being part of the one percent instead of fodder for vampires. But very few were granted that luxury.
Jungkook is one of the unlucky ones that couldn't even dream about being chosen by a vampire lord and turned to become their eternal lover like in some silly romantic novel. What fate had dealt for Jungkook was the slow death of starvation if he didn't figure something out.
So he figured something out.
As he walks into the chilly viewing room alongside other naked humans, cupping his dick and balls in his hands in a poor attempt to save a crumb of his dignity, Jungkook thinks he should've taken a second to think over his decision. But his papers have been signed and sealed months ago—his life no longer his.
Having a roof over his head and a belly full of food was too enticing to resist after not having both at the same time, and rarely having either, since he was a kid. The price to pay, namely his body and dignity, didn't seem that important at the time. It also didn't seem important for the few months he spent in the recovery facility, being fed and pampered and allowed to go from skin and bones to a body he's proud of.
Now, though, as he's directed to stand in line for the “inspection”, Jungkook clenches his jaw and curses his past self. Sure, he's proud of his body and the muscle mass that he's built over months of hard work but cradling his privates with his ass on show for all to see burns bright and acrid humiliation through him.
“Hands to the sides, please,” a staff member tells Jungkook. She stands before him, her own hands clasped in front of her, and a practiced too sweet smile on her lips.
Jungkook flushes from his ears all the way down his chest. He pokes his tongue into his cheek, keeps his eyes locked on the seam in the mirror wall because looking straight ahead at himself might make him do something stupid and ill-advised, and grudgingly moves his hands. A shiver runs through him when the warm cradle of his palms leaves his private parts and goosebumps prickle across his skin.
“Thank you,” the staff chirps. She eyes his crotch. “Is it a little cold in here for you?”
Jungkook closes his eyes and breathes in slowly. His hands clench into fists and he thinks of just saying fuck it and stomping out of here, the contract he knowingly signed be dammed. But he probably wouldn't be allowed to even leave this room, let alone the facility. After all, they own him.
So he opens his eyes and gives the staff a mechanical smile. “A little.”
She nods, the too pleasant expression never leaving her face. “We'll turn the heat up. You want to show your assets in the best light, hm?” She winks at him and then moves down the line to check on the others.
Even with the temperature going up, Jungkook trembles with nerves. The realization that an actual vampire might choose him as a pet hits him all of a sudden. Before, in the recovery facility, it seemed like a distant future that would never come. But there's no hiding from his fate now.
The vampires walk into the room leisurely. There's around ten of them to the selection of twenty humans. As Jungkook expected, they're all dressed obnoxiously fancy and they're too beautiful to look at. Confidence and power pours off them as they laugh their rich laughs, talking amongst themselves like a bunch of naked humans lined up in front of them is a daily occurrence.
A squeak of a giggle, so different from the others, draws Jungkook's attention. He looks at the mirror reflection of several vampires that are seemingly catching up, his gaze jumping from one face he's seen in magazines or on TV to another. And then he promptly cuts his eyes away and fixes them back on the ground.
Just his luck that he met eyes not with just any vampire lord but with Min Yoongi himself. While Min Yoongi's cat-eyed gaze seems disinterested and his doll-like face astoundingly pretty, his reputation precedes him. Known as one of the most influential and powerful vampire lords, he is also part of Kim Seokjin's coven—a highly coveted spot in the vampire social hierarchy.
Never in his life would Jungkook have thought he'd be able to see Min Yoongi with his own two eyes. People like him end up as juice boxes for leeches at the bottom of the pecking order and not as potential pets for vampire nobility.
Curious despite himself, Jungkook sneaks a glance towards Min Yoongi again. He's easy to pick out with his white curls and clothing style from centuries ago. But the squeaky giggle that drew Jungkook's attention in the first place doesn't belong to Min Yoongi.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook whispers to himself, eyes growing wide and mouth staying open.
Right beside Min Yoongi, giggling his undead heart out, stands Kim Seokjin, the vampire prince of Seoul. While Yoongi is a lord, Seokjin is full on royalty. One of the seven princes of the country, Kim Seokjin owns the capital city and everyone in it. He could (and notoriously once did) slaughter a neighborhood of people and no one would dare say a word against him.
Jungkook doubts it's only his heart that starts sprinting at seeing them. And definitely not because Kim Seokjin has a face blessed by the angels that's somehow even more handsome in person than all the posters around the city. Jungkook's fingers curl and straighten repeatedly as he tries to fight the urge to fidget.
But it's strange that Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi would be here. They already have pets—Jungkook's glimpsed them on TV screens and in newspapers. The two werewolves, that can usually be seen glaring and snarling at anyone who approaches their vampires, are absent now. Jungkook wonders if it's because their owners are about to choose another pet and they wouldn't want a jealous werewolf to deal with.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees Min Yoongi giving him a once over. He leans into Kim Seokjin to whisper to him and then the vampire prince's eyes are on Jungkook too. Their intense gazes have the fine hairs on his body raising up, his instincts registering the danger of predators. Shamefully, though, he also feels pride swelling inside him at the interest of the two of the most powerful vampires in Seoul.
But despite their interest, once the vampires are done with their small talk, Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin go to the opposite end of where Jungkook stands. Relief and disappointment wash over him in equal measure. On one hand, he'd be very well taken care of if he belonged to them. On the other, after Jungkook's transformation, he'll be compelled to obey his vampire owner no matter what. And he doubts Min Yoongi or Kim Seokjin would order him to perform simple dog tricks.
As the viewing officially begins, vampires start to circle the humans on every side. Jungkook tries to keep his eyes on the white tile of the heated floor, not wanting to meet any gazes and accidentally suggest something. If he survives this inspection without being chosen, maybe he'll get another few blissful weeks back in the recovery facility.
“This one's got a pretty face,” one vampire comments to another as they stand before Jungkook.
“Hmm,” the other hums in thought. “You'd have to get rid of that shaggy hair, though. He looks like a homeless mutt. You can't have people thinking that you don't take care of him.”
Jungkook's teeth grind together at the comment. Personally, he thinks the longer hair suits him. It hides his too large eyes that make him seem cute, which Jungkook decidedly is not, no matter what anyone says.
The first vampire sighs. “The hair we can get cut, but what to do about all that bulk? He'll get even bigger after the transformation.”
“You could have him lose the muscle mass before then. Maybe he wouldn't become too large after the bite,” the other responds.
At that Jungkook does lift his eyes to glare at the vampires. He worked hard for this body, and he's happy with his bulk. The workouts gave him a sense of control, and the strength of his muscles, though not nearly close enough to a vampire's, brings him comfort. It's a body that could fight back if Jungkook needed to, and he's getting an increasing suspicion that he will need to.
The vampire standing before him is handsome, of course, but he's not someone Jungkook recognizes so probably just a lower class fang. Though, rich enough to afford a werewolf apparently.
“Wannabe leech lord,” Jungkook mutters, looking down his nose at him after noting how the vampire's hair is bleached and waved in the style of Min Yoongi.
The vampire chuckles. “Ah, the puppy can speak.” He holds Jungkook's heated glare, neither of them backing down.
“What other tricks does the puppy know?” the other vampire grins, her fangs on show.
She steps closer to Jungkook, making him go tense immediately, and her long manicured nails graze his chest in an unwelcome caress.
“You think I could try him out now, Dohyun-ah?” she asks, eyes trained on Jungkook's dick. “He's big enough even without the transformation.”
Her hand slips lower, fingers dancing lightly on his skin. Jungkook's abdominals quiver when her offending hand reaches his happy trail and goes even lower, clearly eager to touch his cock.
“Get your fucking claws off me,” Jungkook hisses out as he grabs the vampire's wrist and wrenches her hand away from himself. He's not yet an obedient pet and refuses to let some low class fang feel him up.
He pushes her and she stumbles on her heels as she's forced to step back. The vampire gasps, eyes going wide, but it's from mere surprise as she starts giggling the next second, her companion joining in.
“The puppy's got an attitude problem, huh?” the one called Dohyun says. “I'll force that right out of you.”
“I don't know, Dohyun-ah. I might have to put in a bid for him too. He's delightfully feisty.” The female vampire is smirking even as she rubs soothing fingers over her wrist. Jungkook hopes his grip was strong enough to make it hurt.
“Please refrain from touching.” The same staff from before, with the same customer trained smile, bounces up to them.
“A little late for that,” Jungkook snorts derisively, still glaring daggers at the female vampire.
The staff directs her smile at Jungkook, something unsettling now sitting at the corners of her mouth. “That goes for both sides.”
Jungkook refuses to feel chastised over it. But he does wonder if he's not comfortable with this, how the hell will he deal with being “tamed” by his new owner.
Dohyun turns to the staff. “His appearance will change after the bite, correct?”
The staff blinks and the eeriness of her smile turns customer-sweet again. “Not in any significant way,” she answers. “The transformation tends to make them bulkier and hairier, their teeth turn sharper, and they grow claws that you'd have to trim. But other than that, what you see is what you'll get.”
Dohyun frowns. “I don't want him any bulkier than that.”
“Then choose another one, Dohyun-ah,” the words are followed by a squeak of a laugh that makes Jungkook tense all over again.
Kim Seokjin might be the most handsome creature Jungkook's ever seen. His teasing smile looks genuine, his simple white cotton tee and blue jeans combo (so in contrast with the unnecessarily fancy dressing style of the others) makes him stand out and highlights his beauty. It's too easy to forget that he's a tyrannical dictator and a mass murderer when he's this handsome.
“I can say from experience that a large pup is very fun to have around,” Seokjin gives Seoyun a wink, making her giggle.
“Your Highness is very right about that,” Seoyun agrees. “A friend of mine let me play with her wolf recently and I've wanted one of my own ever since.”
“Ah, she must be a very good friend to share her pup. I'm too possessive of mine to share him with anyone other than my coven-mates,” Seokjin chuckles.
These vampires live in a completely different world, Jungkook realizes all of a sudden. He knew that, of course. It would be idiotic to think that rich, insanely attractive vampires know anything about life in slums, but now he's witnessing it first hand.
The knowledge doesn't so much shock him as it simmers within him. Of course humans are nothing but food and merchandise for them. Nothing but pets to be traded around.
“Joonie would rip anyone outside our coven to pieces anyway,” Yoongi adds laconically.
“You're in search of a new pet, my lord?” Dohyun asks, eager eyes trained on Yoongi. If Yoongi notices the copied hairstyle and clothing choice, he says nothing.
Suddenly, Jungkook remembers that Yoongi's werewolf is on the slimmer side while Seokjin's is large and bulky. He snorts quietly to himself. Wannabe leech lord, indeed.
“No,” is all Yoongi says, short and simple in the face of Dohyun's over-eagerness.
Dohyun's expression morphs comically fast from excitement to confusion to embarrassment. He lowers his head like a puppy scolded by its master.
Jungkook's snort this time is a lot louder. He immediately clamps his hand over his mouth after the involuntary noise leaves him, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi looks at him, and Jungkook could swear he sees the vampire lord's lips quirk up the tiniest bit.
“Nice talking to you, Seoyun-ah, Dohyun-ah,” Seokjin says cheerily, a blindingly gorgeous smile on his plush lips. It's a clear dismissal even to Jungkook.
The two vampires bow and move down the line, leaving Jungkook alone with Seokjin and Yoongi in his bubble. Where and when the staff disappeared, Jungkook couldn't say.
“Aish, so pretty. Isn't he so pretty, Yoongichi?” Seokjin comments and his cool hand cups Jungkook's cheek.
Jungkook's flinch at the sudden touch goes ignored by the vampire, his thumb stroking over the apple of his cheek. Even if the staff had stayed by their side, Jungkook doubts she'd been brave enough to tell the Kim Seokjin not to touch merchandise before buying.
Jungkook himself is hesitant to tell the vampire prince to fuck off. A title-less blood sucker is one thing, but the prince himself? Kim Seokjin wouldn't bestow the grace of death on Jungkook if he were to disrespect him, he'd think of something Jungkook hasn't seen in his worst nightmares. So all Jungkook can do is take a furtive breath and brace himself.
“Not only that,” Yoongi hums in answer to Seokjin. His sharp cat eyes run down Jungkook's form, all of a sudden reminding him that he's indeed still very naked. It brings about a flush all through Jungkook's body.
Yoongi moves, circling Jungkook slowly like a predator appraising the prey they caught. His fingers touch his hip, making Jungkook startle. But the touch is featherlight as Yoongi skims his cold fingertips over Jungkook’s lower back to his other hip.
“He has a nice body. Bulky enough for Jimin's tastes and slim enough for Tae's,” Yoongi says.
The pieces click for Jungkook. “Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung?” he can't stop from blurting out, eyes going round.
Jimin and Taehyung are the only other two members of Kim Seokjin's coven, turned by Seokjin and Yoongi respectively. They're vampire royalty by rebirth right, but their appearances in public or in headlines aren't too common.
Though, Jungkook saw a few ads for things he wouldn't even dream of being able to afford with Jimin's face on them, and Taehyung has starred in a drama recently. It was a popular watch back in the recovery facility, and many there gushed fantasies about becoming his pet. Jungkook laughed at them privately because there was no chance someone like Kim Taehyung or Park Jimin would ever visit their facility. Jokes on him, apparently.
Seokjin squishes Jungkook's cheeks with both hands, grinning in delight when Jungkook's lips push into a pout. “You know Jiminie and Taehyungie?” he asks before leaning in closer to Jungkook to whisper, “Don't tell anyone, but we want to gift them a puppy for their rebirth anniversary.”
A gift. Jungkook would be a gift. For Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Fucking hell.
“They've been wanting one for themselves for ages,” Seokjin indulges as his hands slip down Jungkook's neck and shoulders to caress over his pecs.
The vampires are touching him freely now. Yoongi's fingers circle Jungkook's bicep for a squeeze while Seokjin pets down his sides and hums, nodding to himself. “Tiny, pretty waist,” he mumbles. “But thick, strong thighs. It's like you were made for our fledglings’ taste.”
The fine hairs all over Jungkook’s body rise from their touches. He's acutely aware that he's naked while they're fully dressed, and that normal rules don't apply to a prince and a lord. Even if they're in a room with other people, vampires, and staff, Seokjin and Yoongi could do—are doing—whatever they want to Jungkook. He swallows heavily at how much worse this could get.
Seokjin moves like Yoongi did before, his hands never leaving Jungkook's waist, until he ends up behind Jungkook. Yoongi uses the newly freed space to face him, and it swoops in Jungkook's belly to have to glance slightly down at the vampire lord.
“You think you'd like having two owners?” Yoongi asks, head tilting to the side as his eyes scan all over Jungkook. “Or playing with other wolves?”
Jungkook licks his lips. When Yoongi says it in his low smooth voice, somehow the idea sounds appealing. It must be some advanced ancient vampire charms, Jungkook thinks desperately, because he can't admit to himself that belonging to a powerful vampire couple surges heat inside him.
He's doing this out of necessity. He doesn't have another option. It's this or starving on the streets. He's not about to change his whole perspective on being owned just because some handsome powerful vampires touched him gently and called him pretty. That'd be pathetic.
Seokjin's hands grip his hips a little tighter, and Jungkook is jostled when his back meets the prince's chest. “Or playing with other vampires,” he mumbles, all husky and sultry.
It's so strange to feel Seokjin's rough jeans and soft t-shirt rub against his naked skin. Jungkook squirms slightly at the sensation. “I signed a contract,” he says. “Whoever gets me can make me do whatever they want.”
And after the transformation Jungkook won't care anyway. Werewolves turn loyal and obedient when it comes to whoever tamed them. Because the werewolf's only motivation becomes to please their owner and in exchange the owner makes sure to take good care of their wolf.
At least, that's the lie that was fed to Jungkook before he signed his rights away.
At the time he couldn't think of anything better than being cared for and not having to worry if he'll survive another night on the slum streets. The idea of selling his body didn't faze him when the promise of food and safety was dangled right in front of him.
But in the facility he's learned that not even his mind will be his anymore. The loyalty and obedience he was told about actually borders on obsession and extreme subservience. Werewolves can no longer think for themselves, so once Jungkook gets tamed, he'll belong body and mind (maybe even soul) to whoever tamed him.
It's a small mercy, he thinks, that he will be too obsessed with his owner to even care that he's nothing more than a pet.
Yoongi hums as his fingers dance between the ridges of Jungkook's abs, going lower and lower. “I asked if you think you'd like it.”
Jungkook's hands twitch. He wants to at least hide his privates if not outright take Yoongi's wandering hand off of himself as it closes in on its target. But Seokjin's warm breath on his neck and his own hands smoothing down Jungkook's hips and thighs remind Jungkook that he's in no position to say no.
It's unfair of his body to betray him like this, but when Yoongi's fingers wrap around his dick, Jungkook is already a little hard. He closes his eyes in shame, presses his lips together against any sound of pleasure that threatens to escape. Because it feels fucking good to have Yoongi's long fingers stroke him, and he feels an urge to lean back against Seokjin, spread his legs for them both, but Jungkook is loath to actually succumb to it.
“Well?” Yoongi prompts.
“Not very talkative, hm?” Seokjin chuckles right in Jungkook's ear. His palms are caressing the insides of Jungkook's thighs, a thumb lifting to gently swipe at his balls.
Jungkook shakes his head. Both in answer to Yoongi's question and in a silent plea for them to stop. His eyes flutter open and get stuck on the mirror image of the whole room. Everyone—the staff, the vampires, the other humans—is staring at them. Watching Jungkook get his dick stroked by a vampire lord and his neck kissed by a prince. What the fuck.
Averting his eyes immediately, Jungkook flushes even hotter with shame and humiliation. His dick twitches in Yoongi's grip, precum shining on the head, and when Yoongi swipes a thumb over it, Jungkook's hips jerk, a too loud “Ah!” leaving his mouth.
Mortified, Jungkook covers his mouth and looks at Yoongi pleadingly with eyes shining with tears. “Please,” he mumbles all that he can.
Yoongi and Seokjin laugh. It sounds a bit mocking. A bit mean.
“Sweetheart, we've barely done anything and you're already a mess,” Yoongi grins at him, his fangs prominent.
“Are you sensitive, honey? Is that it? Your pretty cock can't handle the stimulation?” Seokjin's coo could be construed as sweet, but the patronizing note in his tone can't be mistaken.
It wasn't a please let me cum, it was a please stop. But Jungkook has no right to tell that to a vampire lord and prince, so he bites down hard on the inside of his cheek to not blurt anything else or, worse, make any more sounds of pleasure.
Yoongi jerks him slow and deliberate, eyes trained on every miniscule expression Jungkook's face makes and adjusting according to that. “Come on, pretty, moan for me again,” the vampire coaxes as he keeps maddeningly doing everything just the way Jungkook likes.
Jungkook shakes his head, stubborn. He closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath. It doesn't help at all that Seokjin presses his plush lips to Jungkook's neck over and over, skims his fangs over his pulse point. Jungkook's balls are in one of his hands and he plays with them to heighten the pleasure Yoongi's already bringing him. Seokjin's other hand goes between Jungkook's asscheeks and his slick fingerpad starts circling his tight rim. Jungkook is beyond trying to comprehend if the vampire prince brought lube to a pet facility, or if he's got some sort of sex magic. He wouldn't be surprised if it were the latter.
“Don't. Please,” Jungkook begs with a gasp, eyes shooting open. He grabs at both of their arms in a futile attempt to stop them, not caring that he'll probably get in a load of trouble for touching the vampires back.
Yoongi's satisfied, fanged smirk is the only thing Jungkook sees through the mist of tears over his eyes. “I love the way you beg,” the vampire tells him.
He puts his free hand on Jungkook's sternum, and the feeling of his chilly palm on Jungkook's overheated skin makes him flinch and shiver. Yoongi grins wider.
“Your heart is beating so fast. Like a cute startled rabbit.” He leans in closer and whispers to Jungkook. “Your fear smells delicious, bunny.”
Surprisingly, the words don't make Jungkook's cock flag. It spikes even more anxiety in him, knowing that the vampires must be enjoying seeing and smelling his discomfort, but the sadistic part of him pulses belly clenching arousal in his gut, and Jungkook has to try really hard to not give Yoongi the satisfaction and beg or moan again.
Seokjin huffs a puff of a laugh against Jungkook's neck, far more deep and sinful sounding than his earlier giggles. “My Yoongichi knows how to set the mood,” he says as his finger pushes against Jungkook's clenched hole, trying to force inside.
Meeting Jungkook's stubborn resistance, Seokjin starts circling his finger over the furled rim again, tempting Jungkook to relax. As if he could with two vampires on him and an audience of 30 watching them.
Without much thought, Jungkook's hand scrambles to grip Seokjin's arm. “Stop. Don't,” Jungkook grits out, nails digging into the vampire's flesh as he tries to wrench his hand away and stop his fingers from venturing inside him.
“Unruly puppy.” Seokjin clicks his tongue in disapproval. Strangely, it clenches Jungkook's belly with something akin to shame.
Seokjin's hands leave Jungkook's body only for the few seconds it takes him to force Jungkook's arms behind his back and lock his wrists together in a harsh grip. The vampire is too strong, Jungkook's new muscles are no match for him. Yet he still huffs and puffs, catching a glimpse of his red face hidden by a curtain of curls in the mirror, and tries to get free of the hold. But Yoongi grips his cock tighter, flicks the head just right, and Jungkook's mouth falls open on a silent moan, his head falling back on Seokjin's shoulder.
“You just need a harder hand, don't you, sweetheart?” Yoongi mocks him with a grin.
Seokjin's laugh skims cold air along Jungkook's collarbone. “Taehyungie and Jiminie might need our help with that. They'll baby you too much. But sometimes puppies need a sterner approach.”
Despite Jungkook's effort, Seokjin's fingers return to their target. They're even more insistent now, and his hole gets slicker and slicker as Seokjin rubs, soon even Jungkook's stubbornness won't be enough to keep the vampire's finger from slipping in.
Yoongi's mouth joins Seokjin's on Jungkook's skin. While Seokjin licks and nips over Jungkook's throat, Yoongi kisses over his collarbone in a trail towards the hollow of his throat. The vampires meet at the juncture of Jungkook's throat and shoulder, and Jungkook hears the slick way their lips meet as they kiss over it, watches it idly in the mirror reflection.
Yoongi's thumb flicks over Jungkook's nipple, almost accidental, but when that causes Jungkook to breathe in sharply, whole body shuddering, Yoongi does it again and again. Somehow he matches the same pattern of Seokjin's finger caressing over Jungkook's hole. The dual sensation, superimposed over Yoongi's grip on his dick, has Jungkook groaning a pleasured sound against his will.
It's degrading to be subjected to this in public. Jungkook digs his nails into his own arm to stop his reactions, but there's no stopping the vampires from forcing the pleasure on him. Their audience is silent. Only Jungkook's harsh breathing echoes in the eerily quiet room.
Jungkook blinks quickly to dispel the sheen of tears from his eyes, a few droplets clinging to his lashes. He meets eyes with the hungry gazes of the other vampires, who don't have enough power to treat the merchandise like Seokjin and Yoongi are treating Jungkook, and it stirs sick satisfaction within Jungkook to watch their soundless snarls, impotent to act on their desires.
His fellow humans, though, look at Jungkook with derision and envy. Attention from a lord is what each of them dreams about, not to mention being noticed by Prince Kim Seokjin. But Jungkook wonders how happy they'd be with that attention when put on display like this for everyone to see, vulnerable and dependent on the whims of vampires.
When Jungkook's eyes jump to the staff that are standing back politely, the same woman from before, that customer friendly smile permanently stuck on her lips, gives Jungkook a thumbs up. As if he should be grateful that a lord and a prince deemed him worthy of their attention. As if any of this public shaming is something Jungkook should be enjoying.
Instead he feels forced into it. Forced to have his skin prickle at the gentle bites of the vampires, forced to feel the taut spool of arousal curling in his belly, forced to stay still and let Seokjin and Yoongi do what they want with his body. Jungkook sniffles and a tear rolls down his cheek. This is his life from now on. He should get used to it.
Yoongi lifts his head only to lick the tear off Jungkook's jaw before pressing his lips to the heated apple of his cheek. Jungkook can feel the curl of Yoongi's smile, cruel in the enjoyment of his discomfort.
Yoongi's hand keeps up the relentless rhythm on Jungkook's cock. Beads of precum roll down his knuckles, and the slick sound of him jerking Jungkook is obscene. Seokjin caressing over Jungkook's hole, teasing the rim with his fingertips doesn't help Jungkook's cause any. He tries to bite back the pleasured whimpers and tremors, but his body is in a losing battle against the skilled mouths and fingers of the vampires.
“Just let go, darling,” Seokjin murmurs into his ear. “Let us see how pretty you look all blissed out. Let us hear your sweet sounds.”
“No,” Jungkook grits out, breathing raggedly. “I won't.”
He fights it out of spite. The wave of orgasm is threatening to drown him if he lets it, but he wants to prove to himself that the vampires don't have full control over him. At least not yet. He won't satisfy them by moaning or cumming on command. He might not be able to resist when he's turned, but for now Jungkook still has control over that.
Yoongi chuckles against his throat and pinches Jungkook's nipple, drawing a little gasp and a whimper out of him. “You don't want it, baby? Your body is telling a different story. That pretty cock is all hot in my hand. Pulsing. Throbbing. And your hips keep thrusting forward. Your belly is quivering with tension. But you're a stubborn one, huh, bunny?”
Jungkook grits his teeth because Yoongi's not wrong. Despite how hard Jungkook fights it, the longer the vampires pleasure him, the more his body wants to respond.
“No matter,” Yoongi continues in that—Jungkook is ashamed to admit it to himself—delicious low rasp. “You'll do anything at your owners’ command once you're turned.”
Jungkook knows this, which is why he's fighting it so hard. But the vampires are relentless, and Jungkook is only human.
A bead of the magical lube makes its way down the back of Jungkook's thigh as Seokjin's rubbing becomes prodding again. Jungkook holds out as long as he can, but when two fingers at once push into him, rough against his tender walls, he gasps a whorish sound and his back arches. Even more tears spring into his eyes at the sting of the sudden stretch.
Seokjin's chuckle is deep and rich in Jungkook's ear. “There we go,” he says.
Yoongi hums all satisfied, and when Jungkook blinks away the tears, he sees the vampire's smirk, fangs poking his bottom lip. “I wanna hear it again,” he tells Jungkook. It's more of an order than a request.
Jungkook shakes his head. He won't. Not for them. Not in front of all these humans, and vampires, and staff. Even as Seokjin starts stroking his dexterous fingers inside him, even as Yoongi's wrist flicks so deliciously on the upstroke, Jungkook only tenses and clenches his teeth. He won't give them the satisfaction of breaking him in front of everyone.
Jungkook's resolve lasts all of seven seconds because Yoongi turns his eyes to Seokjin. “Hyung, I want to hear him again,” he demands with a pout and big round eyes. It makes Jungkook nearly laugh at the vampire lord acting like a spoiled dongsaeng, but it dies in his throat when Seokjin hums and thrusts his fingers in deep before curling them to stroke Jungkook's sweet spot.
“Nngh, ah, fuck,” leaves in a choked half-moan half-whine from Jungkook's mouth.
His eyes screw shut, face twisting with pleasure. The dam broken, now the noises spill out like the lewdest waterfall. Jungkook tries to stifle them by biting his lip bloody, but his mouth obeys Yoongi's demand before Jungkook can think about it and pops open at the touch of Yoongi's fingers. The vampire licks the blood off Jungkook's bottom lip with a satisfied hum while Jungkook moans pornographic sounds like some harlot.
“That's it, honey. Good boy. You make such pretty noises for us. As pretty as the rest of you. Our fledglings will be so happy with you. We found them the best puppy dog, didn't we?” Yoongi praises, and Jungkook feels sick at the instinctual pride that swells within him at the continuous barrage of sweet words.
“Unh, ah, please,” Jungkook begs, squirming in between the vampires. “Stop. Oh fuck. Ngh, don't,” he tries in a tiny brittle voice, but the moans and keens and whines keep spilling past his lips as Seokjin's magical fingers work his slick hole and Yoongi's equally talented ones jerk his throbbing cock.
Jungkook sniffles and cries. His cheeks feel too hot, body overwhelmed and begging for release, every muscle so tense and stiff. He tries to seek comfort from anything he can and turns his head away from the vampires, incidentally offering them his throat. He meets eyes with a human girl, one of the other soon to be pets, who has a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and glossy, but whether from fear or arousal, Jungkook couldn't tell.
“Good puppy,” Seokjin croons at him. His fangs skim Jungkook's throat before the tip of his tongue tickles his pulse point.
And then Seokjin bites.
“Ah!” Jungkook cries out, whole body jerking, shuddering, and tensing.
The orgasm is ripped out of him. It hits him like a tsunami, destroying all rational thought, and floods his brain with all the good chemicals so much so that Jungkook can only dumbly stare back at the girl, his mouth open and drool slipping past his red-bitten and stinging lips.
Yoongi's chuckle sounds in Jungkook's ear, drowned slightly by the soft growls coming from Seokjin who's gulping Jungkook's blood right from his vein. It hurts. He feels the fangs tearing his flesh, feels Seokjin's plush lips sucking on the wound, coaxing the gush of blood, feels his tongue licking the rawness of his wound.
But there's also Seokjin's fingers inside him, fucking him slow and leisurely. There's also Yoongi's lips licking the blood that's dripping down Jungkook's chest, sucking on a nipple, flicking his tongue over it. There's also Yoongi's warm fist—a snug hole for Jungkook's overstimulated cock—no doubt decorated with beads of Jungkook's cum.
The second orgasm rolls over him in another all-consuming wave, making his body twitch uncontrollably. Jungkook whimpers. His eyes roll to the back of his head.
He feels raw and tender. And not just from the forceful fingers inside him, or the unrelenting hand on his cock. This is the peak of it—the humiliation ritual, the test, the game, the whatever these vampires have done to him—and Jungkook wasn't strong enough to hold out and not break.
When he returns to himself, trembling and keening like a hurt dog, he begs the vampires through harsh breaths, “No, stop. Please.”
It's too much. The pleasure and the pain tangle together in a confusing cacophony that makes his thighs and belly quiver. His body and his mind don't feel his own. Just playthings for the vampires.
Yoongi kisses Jungkook's tear-streaked cheeks. “So sweet,” he murmurs with a smirk before letting go of Jungkook's cock but not stopping touching him.
Seokjin also pulls his fingers out but keeps licking Jungkook's aching wound, mumbling about how delicious an orgasm tastes. Jungkook tries to pull away. He squirms and pushes against them until they let him go and he collapses onto his hands and knees.
Jungkook is shaking and can't stop crying. He glances up at the mirrored wall and shies away from his own image, darting his eyes down quickly. Because he looks completely ruined.
There's cum on his stomach. It's wet between his asscheeks and on his thighs. His hole pulses, tender from Seokjin's rough fingers. The wound on his neck isn't deep or wide at all even if it seemed like Seokjin bit half his throat out, and even if Yoongi licked it up, blood trails still decorate his chest.
The star of the show is Jungkook's face: glistening with a sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed a bright pink, eyes wide and full of tears, lips plumper from him biting down on them to contain all the noises, and an expression so pitiful and pathetic that Jungkook's stomach swoops uncomfortably with it.
Above him the two vampires pull out handkerchiefs and clean their fingers and mouths, casual as if they humiliate humans and force orgasms out of them in public every day.
“We'll take that one,” Seokjin says with a kind, deceptive smile as he points to Jungkook still trembling on the floor.
The staff member from before grins wide and pleased. “Of course, Your Highness. We'll start the paperwork immediately,” she bows politely and turns to the other staff to presumably arrange that. Jungkook doesn't much care. He tries to curl in on himself, hide his shame from view even if over 30 people witnessed it all unfold.
“Hey,” Yoongi murmurs. He's crouched by Jungkook now, a grin with too many sharp teeth on his face. “You did good, baby. We'll see you soon, alright?” He reaches out to touch Jungkook, but Jungkook flinches away and glares at him.
“He won't remember us next time he sees us,” Seokjin huffs in mild amusement.
He also crouches down to Jungkook's level and doesn't care about Jungkook's less than friendly expression or him trying to pull away. The vampire prince grabs his face, fingers digging into his cheeks, and smirks.
“You'll be a nice gift for Jiminie and Taehyungie. Can't wait to see you in puppy mode,” Seokjin muses.
“Fuck. You.” Jungkook puts as much venom in his voice as he can, but the vampires only laugh.
“Maybe someday,” Seokjin says and pats Jungkook's cheek condescendingly.
Jungkook swallows another onslaught of tears and a sob that threatens to escape. Because no matter how he feels, what he says or does, his fate is sealed. He signed his life away months ago and the time has come to pay the price. He can't help feeling like it's rigged, though, like he's never had a chance anyway.
“Your Highness, Lord Min,” a new staff member addresses the vampires carefully. “We're here to collect the human.”
Jungkook glances up. Two bulky men in uniform are waiting—cowering, more like it—for the approval from the vampires, talking about Jungkook like they're not humans themselves, like he's just merchandise. Leech sympathizers.
Yoongi reaches out before Jungkook can react and gets a handful of Jungkook's long curls to pull him into a kiss that's more teeth and tongue, and Jungkook's struggle to pull away, than any real pleasure or comfort associated with a kiss. Still, a smile curls Yoongi's lips when he pulls back.
“Very useful,” Yoongi comments as he lets Jungkook's curls slip past his fingers. He then looks to Seokjin and hums pensively. “Maybe I should let Hobi's hair grow out. Do you think it would suit him?”
Seokjin gives Jungkook one last pat on the head, already treating him like a dog. “Anything would suit Hobi. But the pup would probably find it annoying, you know how he is,” he answers Yoongi with a little huff of a laugh. Then his eyes are back on Jungkook. “Bye, puppy. Hyungs will see you soon.” He sends Jungkook a ridiculous flying kiss and a wink, and then he and Yoongi walk out, casual as can be, leaving the humiliation for Jungkook to deal with alone.
Jungkook is hauled to his feet by the two burly staff members and secretly he's grateful that they're holding him up because his legs barely work. As he's led out of the viewing room, Jungkook can't meet eyes with anyone—human or vampire—here. But he feels their eyes prickling over his blood and cum stained body, judging him for the spectacle Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi made of him.
Swearing revenge on the vampires is futile, Jungkook will barely remember his name once he's turned into a werewolf. All he hopes for is that Jimin and Taehyung take care of him. In whatever sick and twisted way it may be.