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borathae · 10 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 30 - Beloved]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, switchy!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, sleepy morning sex, body worshipping, he is so shy but loves being touched, he also tries not to be loud ajdfja, nipple play, body worship, she gives him kisses all over his body, he is a sensitive boy, he has the most sensitive tummy & thighs :(, oral (m. & f.receiving), handjob, face sitting (she makes him sit on her ohoho), rimjob, praise, loving dirty talk, edging (m. & f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), choking (m.receiving), man once those roles are switched & she lets him take the lead he is the hottest bastard ever, he treats her so fucking right, he fucks her so good, the aftercare!!, their banter is toptier, they have really deep & emotionally vulnerable conversations afterwards, but it’s not angsty just really intimate, Yoongi is genuinely so endearing I want him

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: i want them to be happy always :(

You wake up with an unbearable ache to see Yoongi. Your eyes open quickly, your body feels awake instantly. You feel oh so refreshed, as if you just woke from a beautiful dream. Well, you did. You dreamed of flowers, sunny days, baking and running around libraries. You know that Yoongi made you dream about those things. And that is why you can barely handle not seeing him. You need to see him, tell him how much you love him, kiss his pretty face.

The latter is still sleeping, facing you. Like always, his knees are pulled into his chest and his hands are between them. His dark lashes rest against his ivory cheeks, his pouty lips are just slightly parted. And over his brows, strands of his obsidian hair are curling.

“Oh, my love”, you whisper shakily as you cup his cheek, “Yoongi, my prince”, you say, shaking his head softly.

Your eagerness to get him to wake may seem selfish, but you can’t wait any longer. You have to see him.

“Yoongi, wake up”, you stress, shaking him again, “wake up, my beloved.”

Yoongi stirs in his sleep. One more gentle shake and his eyes open slowly. They open and close. Open and close. Open…close. And never open again.

“M”, is all he gets out then his voice cracks in tiredness and turns into a huff of air instead.

“Wake up”, you stress, shaking him again.

He licks his lips, tries to keep his eyes open only to fail again.

“What?” his voice is deep in sleep.

“Yoongi, you’re awake.”

“Yeah”, he mumbles, fluttering his eyelids before closing his eyes for good.

“I’ve missed you so much. Oh Yoongi”, you say, attacking him with cuddles and big smooches to his cheek.

Yoongi gets rolled over by you, purring softly now that he has you smothering his face in kisses. Every inch of it gets a kiss. Tender and with all the love you have for him. You love him so, so much. Especially after last night. The feelings are almost unbearable in your chest, wanting to burst out of you in fireworks and rainbows. You crawl on top of him messily, feeling him up desperately at first before deciding to touch his hair.

“Yoongi Boongie, my beloved Yoongi Boongie. Oh baby Yoongi Boongie, my baby”, you babble, pressing yourself closer as you kiss his closed eyelids and then every single inch of his soft cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” he asks tiredly.

“I just love you so much”, you whisper, pecking his lips repeatedly.

He doesn’t kiss you back, not because he doesn’t want to but because he is so, so sleepy. He doesn’t want to move. Not even his lips. He just wants to lie and slumber. You can do your thing, he is okay with that, but he just doesn’t want to move. Too cozy and warm, too nice, too sleepy. He is too sleepy.

You bite his lower lip and tug on it softly.

“Mhhm”, he hums, not closing his lips once you let go of him to move on to the next part. His jawline. Nuzzles, bites and the most amazing kisses ever.

“You’re so handsome and pretty and beautiful”, you whisper, inhaling shakily, “Yoongi, why are you the prettiest?” you whine, sounding close to tears.

A sharp bite to his neck.

Yoongi gasps.

The bite stops.

“I want to eat you up, you sweetie pie. Oh Yoongs”, you bite him again, eliciting a shiver to run down his spine. The bite ceases to exist, “maybe I should call you sugar from now on because you are so sweet.”

He smiles tiredly, barely moving his lips for it. You giggle, wiggling happily.

“Sweet sugar”, you giggle again, “no, I like sweet Yoongi Boongie more”, you say, “oh god Yoongi, you are so cute”, you whine, chasing him desperately.

“Careful, my dick”, he mumbles now that he had the honour of getting your knee between his legs in your crazy wiggles.

“Oh? Oh no, sorry”, you gasp, reaching down to caress it, “does it hurt lots?”

“No.”

“Okay, okay. Oh it’s so nice”, you say, giving it a soft squeeze, “mhm squishy.”

“You’re weird.”

Another squeeze to his dick with more vigour. He knows exactly what you are trying to do here. He thinks it beyond adorable.

“Yoongi…”

“What?”

“You have such a nice dick. Really squishy.”

“You’re so weird. Don’t call it squishy”, he says, letting a soft sigh slip afterwards because you started to rub a part which feels really nice.

“Can I keep touching you until you’re hard?”

“Mhm yeah.”

You give his dick a squeeze. The kind which makes him furrow his brows in reaction. It’s a good reaction because it felt nice, leaving his stomach with a warm tingle.

“Yeah? So I can do whatever I want?”

“Sure”, Yoongi mumbles, still half asleep. He was sleeping so well. The dream he had was so nice. He just wants to return to it and spend hours in it. You can do what you want however, he loves it.

“Yeah? Do you want it?”

“Yes”, he whispers, nodding his head slowly. Your thumb is rubbing right next to his frenulum. The spot is so sensitive that Yoongi feels the sensation all the way down to his toes.

“Oh Yoongi”, you moan softly, putting more vigour into your touches now that he gave you his full consent. You begin kissing his neck, lips tingling because of his content purring and little hums, “mine, all mine”, you whisper, marking him with a hickey.

“Mhhm”, he lets out, melting into the sensations. He is so relaxed, feeling so good. He hopes that this will last for hours.

“Relax, sweet baby. I’ll love you so good”, you assure him, snuggling your nose into him. You leave a little kiss on his ear, abandoning his dick to outline the soft skin on his inner thigh, “I’ll take care of you, hear me?”

“Hm”, he hums, parting his legs for you.

First your hand then your fingertips. Your hand feels warm, your fingertips leave goosebumps behind. He rolls his hips up in an involuntary reaction.

“You have the softest thighs, my love”, you praise, “I could touch them for hours. God Yoongi, if only you wouldn’t heal, I’d cover them in hickeys.”

“Do it”, he whispers breathily, basking in the flutter your heart does.

“Oh, my love”, you press out, shimmying yourself between his legs.

Yoongi opens them for you eagerly, waiting for your kiss with bated breath.

He releases it in a shudder the moment your first kiss lays itself upon his skin. Warm and loving. The second one follows immediately, painting goosebumps on his fair skin.

“You’re so pretty”, you praise, holding his thigh with utmost devotion. You suck on his skin until he inhales sharply and his ivory skin turned purple. It heals within seconds, but the act of doing it felt so good that you don’t even mind. Neither does Yoongi, feeling warm all over.

You have to do it again. Right next to where you marked him last. You do so with your eyes closed and your body feeling hazy.

Yoongi feels hazy too, melting into your touches.

“Mine”, you promise him, cradling his other thigh to leave kisses down his most sensitive parts. On the inside of his thigh where people normally never touch him.

“Love”, he sighs, feeling his stomach clench in both fearful excitement and anxious arousal. He is scared, deep down he knows that he is scared because he doesn’t let people close to those parts of his body, but he also feels so good. You feel so good. So good that he doesn’t want you to stop but rather continue.

And you do. You suck on his skin just an inch away from where his briefs begin. It feels warm at first then hot until it stings. You release him way too soon, soothing the spot with a kiss although Yoongi needs no soothing. He needs you to mark his skin again.

He parts his legs further, hoping that you understand.

And you do, but for now you let him wait.

You rest your cheek on his soft thigh, running your palm up and down his skin. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes.

“My Yoongi”, you whisper, sending warmth to his chest. He is your Yoongi. He’s never been someone’s Yoongi before.

“My Yoongi”, he whispers so quietly that you can’t hear it.

You kiss him, lifting your gaze afterwards. His eyes are closed, his lips curled into a smile and the tip of his button nose is just slightly rosy. You make sure to burn the image into your memories before looking at something else. His hips and crotch. His shirt is long enough to reach over both of them, his briefs cover the rest. The dent in them is still visible however and you feel yourself rubbing your legs together at the view.

“You’re so pretty”, you say, sitting up just enough that you can lift his shirt until it pools above his belly button.

Yoongi sneaks a wary glance down at you, feeling weak-kneed even lying down. He feels completely ruined the moment you lower your lips to his tummy to kiss him. He even goes so far as to arch into you.

“So pretty”, you murmur, sucking a hickey right under his belly button.

Yoongi can’t help but reach down, giving your cheek a soft squeeze.

Your gazes meet.

“Too much?” you ask him, well aware of his insecurities with being naked.

He shakes his head then nods it before shaking it again.

You give him a knowing smile, lowering your lips to his tummy again. Wearily and full of love you kiss him, breaking eye contact to make it easier for him.

“Just like this. I’ll do it slowly, yeah?” you whisper, feeling Yoongi brush his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah”, he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good, that’s good. I love your tummy so much”, you say, biting him gently.

The noise Yoongi makes sounds euphoric. His muscles tense and shudder. You release his skin only to mark it with a hickey right after.

He gets out half of your name and then his voice turns into a moan. He widens his eyes, dropping his hand from your head to grab a bundle of the sheets instead. Holy fuck, he thinks, this feels so good.

“So soft”, you sigh, biting another part of his tummy.

He squirms, legs becoming restless on the sheets and stomach lifting in a deep gasp.

“You’re so pretty”, you praise him, resting your cheek on his stomach whilst hugging his waist as best as possible. You give him a soft squeeze, turning your head to press a kiss to his stomach, "I’m yours", you whisper, "fucking yours."

Yoongi swears that he doesn’t hate himself right now. Not even a little bit. Or the normal, daily amount. He can’t do it right now, not even if he tried. He reaches down to rest his hand atop your cheek, for he wants to do nothing more than to thank you for making it so easy to like himself. He wanted to caress your face but you were quicker, chasing his hand to kiss his palm repeatedly.

Yoongi allows it to happen with shaky fingers and his eyes focused on the ceiling because every other spot is impossible to look at.

“My Boongie”, you say, nuzzling into his hand, “my cutie Boongie, wanna taste you.”

You run your hands down his sides and hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, raising your head to check if it is safe to do.

Yoongi lifts his hips instinctively, letting you pull the annoying piece of clothing off of him. It lands somewhere on the floor and then you are already kissing him again. First his thighs, then his tummy and hips.

Every inch of him needs to be worshipped. He was meant to be loved by you. Or perhaps you were meant to love him. Love every inch of him and what lies underneath. You mark his hip bones and Yoongi shimmies as you do. You taste his lower tummy and Yoongi twists the sheets. You bite his inner thigh and Yoongi moans.

He is squirming once you are done, chest heaving up and down quickly as he barely keeps up with breathing. His cock is so pink and swollen, looking so desperate for attention.

“My beautiful", you say, running your hands up and down his inner thighs and sensitive sides with your eyes locked on his cock. He squirms each time your fingers ghost past it, looking so desperate for your touch.

“Please”, he breathes, rolling his head to the side slowly. He wants it. This feels better than any dream ever could. He doesn’t even care that he is almost completely naked. You have gotten him so preoccupied with being desperate for you.

“What do you want?” you ask, tickling his sides on your way to his cock. You touch him right beside it, never going further.

“Please”, he says again, trying and failing to rub his thighs together. Your body stops him and so he ends up rubbing them against you instead.

“Don’t tell me that you’re desperate, mhm?”

He nods his head, reaching down with clammy hands. He wraps his fingers around your wrists, tugging your hands to his cock.

You let him, watching him guide your fingers over his length.

He sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up to really get his cock between your fingers. It works only partially before you let him slip from your grasp again, forcing him to chase you and squeeze your wrists.

“Oh Yoongi”, you laugh in happiness, “you are so cute like this.”

Yoongi drops your wrists, gripping the sheets instead. A whispered curse slips past his lips, lingering in the room as a reminder of his flustered desperation.

“Can I taste you, love? You look so sweet”, you ask him to which he nods his head and hums. “Thank you, gosh thank you. You are the best, my prince.”

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, sending the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. You jerk him lazily, making his abs tense in reaction.

“You’re so hard”, you say, rolling your thumb over his slit, “is it good for you?”

“Yeah, good”, he answers you, bucking his hips up impatiently.

“It’s good for me too. Making you feel nice turns me on so much”, you say, kissing his pink tip afterwards.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, feeling both surprised by your confession and the kiss.

Another kiss follows after the first, on his frenulum right where your lips feel so incredibly soft. Your shaky breath swirls over his tip a second later, his ears pick up the soft whimper you let out.

It makes him wonder how you are feeling right now.

“I feel so good”, you answer him as if you had heard his thoughts, taking him inside afterwards. You let him sink into your mouth as deeply as possible, eyes glued to his face because you want to get that initial reaction of his’.

His nose scrunches up before his parting lips force his face to morph into another expression of pleasure.

“Ah”, the noise rolls off his tongue, quietly yet with such bliss.

The view is better than you imagined it to be, leaving your heart racing like crazy in your chest. You close your eyes and begin moving your head up and down.

“Shit”, he hisses, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head, “princess…”

You have to slip off, because you are greedy for his praise, “is it nice?” you ask him, swirling your tongue over his heated tip, “do you like it?”

“Yeah, the best”, he sighs, smoothing over your head slowly.

Spurred on by his praise, you take him back inside, sucking him vigorously. So vigorously in fact that your cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat.

He tastes so good. You lick it off of him before running your thumb over it eagerly. You watch it, following it with devoted eyes as you paint patterns on his sensitive tip.

“So wet. You taste so good”, you tell him, kissing him once, before letting his cock glide over your tongue to the back of your throat again. You want his everything, because Yoongi deserves everything.

You pin down his squirming hips and sigh as he tightens his fingers on your head. He deserves everything. All of it. The best.

He groans deeply when you swallow around him, left hand falling to the back of your head as well. With a soft tug, he has you lifted off his cock. It slaps against his stomach, veins throbbing in desperation.

“Why did you pull away?” you ask him, aching for more.

“It’s your turn.”

“My turn?” you snort, “you’re kidding, right? I haven’t even started. I’m not done with you.”

“But-”

You are on top of him in an instant, pinning his hands above his head and caging in his hips with your thighs.

“Not buts. I want to give you the best fucking head ever because it’s what you deserve, so no more talks about my turns. Today’s all about you.”

Yoongi gulps, eyes racing between yours.

“Understood?”

“I guess”, he whispers quietly, eyes fluttering closed when you run your fingers through his long hair and down to his cheek.

“Good boy”, you praise, ignoring the shy whine he does to instead shimmy between his legs again.

You waste no time, lowering yourself to his cock and taking him back inside. You start off slow and gentle, moving your lips up and down nothing more than his tip.

He throbs inside of you, hands reaching for you again. He can’t help it. It is such a natural reaction to him. Perhaps it comes from a place of panic. That deep down holding your head gives his brain enough reassurance that he is not losing control.

Perhaps however, he just really loves feeling your hair under his fingertips. The way your hair feels and tickles his skin is one of his favourite sensations.

You take in more of him, replacing those sucks for simple movements up and down his length. You love how he glides over your tongue and how soft his skin feels against your lips. It is also fascinating just how much he seems to burn up because of you.

You drink in the sensations with closed eyes, running your fingers up and down his tummy. It is rising and sinking in his quick gasps for air, tensing each time your tongue brushes over an especially sensitive part.

You look up at him because you missed his face. He has his head rolled to the side, brows furrowed and mouth agape. He looks so peaceful yet so blissed out. You love this view so much.

It motivates you to take in even more of him, resulting in his lips closing just so he can part them again in a soft moan. He makes you so happy! You giggle, loving every second of having him lay heavy on your tongue.

You let your hands disappear under his shirt, searching for his nipples. Yoongi opens his eyes at the new sensation, flustering visibly because he clearly hadn’t expected to lock eyes with you.

You slip off him to give him a sweet smile.

He looks away instantly, even going so far as to move his head so he was looking at the ceiling instead.

“You’re so cute”, you tell him in a fond giggle.

“Mhm”, he lets out shyly.

“My Yoongi, you’re the cutest”, you gush, taking him back inside in sync with letting your fingers brush over his left nipple.

It pebbles in an instant, feeling oh so hard and swollen under your fingertips. You pinch it so you could roll it between your fingers, moaning around his cock to make it feel oh so good for him.

Yoongi sighs your name and twists whatever bundle of your hair he can grasp. He tugs and so you let him slip out of you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in a fond chuckle.

“Nothing just, stop”, he murmurs with a pout.

“With what?”

He shrugs his shoulders, sneaking a quick glance down at you. You are grinning at him fondly.

“I love you like crazy, you big doofus”, you say, smile growing.

“Mhm”, he huffs out air, nodding his head in agreement.

“Now give me your hand”, you say and Yoongi follows in confusion.

You kiss his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with him.

“Don’t let go”, you say softly, taking him back inside whilst flicking your thumb over his nipple.

Yoongi widens his eyes for just a second and then he pulls the most devastated expression ever, whimpering loudly. He squeezes your hand, eyes becoming glassy. Almost as if he can’t believe that you are actually holding his hand.

And he can’t. He seriously can’t believe that this is happening to him. That you are holding his hand whilst sucking him off. Yoongi swears he could cry. And maybe he would have ended up doing so, had he not closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow.

“I love this”, he confesses because you’ve made him so fucking vulnerable, “love it so much.”

You agree with a happy whimper around his length and a nod of your head. The kind which shifts his cock so nicely inside of you. So warm and wet. Yoongi squeezes your hand as a reaction and feels his legs open far enough that he can bend one of them by his knee. He lets it rest on the sheets, curling his toes in reaction to you grinding your tongue against his frenulum.

“Please”, he gets out and gasps, “don’t stop”, he croaks as he exhales.

You caress his knuckles, pinch his nipple and lick up his vein and Yoongi feels his entire body shudder in reaction. He abandons your head to run his hand up his own torso just so he can find your hand currently busy with his chest. He grabs it through his shirt, making you giggle around him. He is enjoying himself! Finally. This is all you want him to do for once. Lean back and enjoy the ride. He is always making sure that you feel so good and now he is finally relaxing and feeling good in return. Fuck, how much you love this man.

“I’m happy”, you whisper between your worshipping, “so happy.”

You slip your hand free and intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lifts it to his face as best as possible, leaving a kiss on your fingers. He is happy too. It’s what he wants to say with this kiss.

“Me too”, he breathes, pinning your hand against his tummy afterwards. So now you are holding both his hands.

With butterflies in your stomach you sink down, squeezing his hands in gratefulness. The sensation is so good that Yoongi ends up arching his back as he moans your name.

It is truly your greatest happiness to watch him fall so freely. You just had to intertwine your fingers with him and Yoongi is finally falling. No more stumbling on the edge, just utter freedom. You are so happy. But also terribly nervous. Gosh, what if you mess up now?

You slip off of him, needing his sweet words, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“Yes, I am. So much. Back please”, Yoongi babbles, shaking your hands desperately.

You give him what he so deeply craves, feeling oh so confident doing it. He loves it. And you love it even more. You want to get lost in it and never come back. This is your home now. Right between his legs whilst holding his hands.

Home.

The sweet memory of last night dances through your brain, almost forcing tears to your eyes. He did all of that for you. He took you back to your favourite memories with him. He took you home.

You whimper, managing to take his entire length for you were so overwhelmed by how much you feel for him.

“Shit, princess. Love”, Yoongi moans, “deep”, he groans, bucking his hips into you instinctively.

The movement forces you gag, ripping him out of his dream.

“Sorry!” he exclaims, dropping his hips instantly and with it making his cock to slip out of you, “are you okay?”

“So okay”, you assure him, using the moment to catch your breath, “I want all of you”, you say, wrapping your lips around his cock.

“Can I do something too?” he asks you, fleeing from you with wiggling hips. He feels so bad because he made you gag. He feels like such an asshole now, undeserving of your attention.

You slip off of him, “are you still on about my turns?” you laugh, squeezing his hands.

“Please”, he begs, eyes desperate as he looks at you. You know this look. He is feeling anxious.

“What do you wanna do?” you ask him in a loving voice.

Yoongi shoots up quickly, swooping you off the mattress to instead carry you in his arms. So now you are in his hold while he is kneeling on the mattress and gazing up at you.

“Let me show you”, he whispers, “I suck at talking.”

“No, you suck at receiving”, you say, caressing his cheeks, “why can’t you let me make you feel good for once?”

“I do”, he insists, “you do. I just hate making you suffer.”

“Suffer?” you giggle, “is this because I gagged?”

Yoongi turns his head to the side, looking caught red-handed.

“You’re such an idiot. I love gagging on you, you silly.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi says, dropping you in the pillows, “it’s your turn.”

“What if I don’t want it? Mhm?”

Yoongi lifts his head from your neck, frowning in worry. His entire body is as still as possible.

“I wanna keep making you feel good”, you whisper, caressing his cheeks, “please.”

Yoongi licks his lips.

“Please?” you beg, pouting.

“I don’t know how”, he confesses with unsure, almost scared, eyes.

“You just have to enjoy yourself, that’s all. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know”, he whispers, “what if I make you gag again?”

“You are seriously such a bafflement. You’re the first man, who doesn’t want his partner to gag as a little extra bonus”, you say in a fond chuckle, caressing his cheeks.

“Shut up”, he hisses.

“Well, why do you feel that way?”

“Because it’s…it’s dumb. I’m not- I don’t know.”

“You think that you have to earn it, don’t you?”

“No?” he sounds offended, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “don’t be silly.”

“No, you are silly for even thinking like that”, you say.

“I’m not thinking like that.”

“Sure”, you say sarcastically, tugging his head up by his hair.

He groans softly, eyelids just the slightest bit heavy.

“Just so you know. You’ve earned it a million times ten”, you tell him.

He gulps, lowering his eyes shyly.

“So take that shit and let me make you feel good, because you deserve it.”

He huffs out air in defeat, ripping himself free from your grasp with one shake of his head, “fine, stay like this.”

“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him climb on top of you.

He places his knees on each side of your torso and shimmies up your body. You are propped up on enough pillows that you can comfortably reach his dick.

“Like this?” you ask him, oggling his hard cock.

“Just do it, will you?” he murmurs, gripping the headboard tightly.

“Gladly”, you moan, placing your hands on his buttocks to move his hips for him. You welcome his cock with a stretched out tongue and a needy groan.

Yoongi looks down at you with furrowed brows, thighs tense and hair a mess.

“Is that what you wanted?” he tries to sound cool, but struggles because of how good it feels.

You moan around him, sinking him into you until you gag.

Yoongi tries to flee instantly, reaching down to pull you off, “don’t.”

You let him just so you can show him your tongue as you chuckle lazily.

“Fuck, so good”, you press out, lips curling into a hazy smile, “your cock’s the best.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are. Now feed me cock, weirdo.”

Yoongi curses graphically and relaxes his hips so you can move them for him again. And you do. Oh, you do it gladly, moving them back and forth so his cock gets fucked by your mouth.

“Fucking shit”, another curse leaves him and seconds later his head drops against the headboard, resting on his hands.

He is puddy in the palms of your hands. It feels so good. Yoongi swears he is in heaven. He has your warm hands running up and down his torso and your soft mouth around his cock. This must either be the best dream ever or actual heaven.

He drops one of his hands, feeling for your hair again. The moan you let out, gives him enough confidence to begin moving his hips on his own. You moan again, closed eyelids fluttering in bliss and head tilting back. He is so deep like this, filling up your mouth so well. Oh how sweet he tastes, how mellifluous he sounds.

You gag because the constant stimulation to the back of your throat made you do it. Before Yoongi can pull back, you have your arms wrapped around him, pinning him against you.

“Don’t”, he laughs, “princess what- fuck”, he doesn’t get to finish his sentence, head lowering for a sneaky glance at you before he has to throw it back. With your arms strong around his hips and your fingers dimpling his sides, you are bopping your head up and down on him, giving him the best face fuck ever.

Yoongi huffs out air in disbelief, arching his back enough to create a pretty slope with it.

“Hah”, he chuckles, fingers twisting your hair and knees inching closer to your head, “fuck ah, ah.”

You open your eyes to look at him, feeling them water instantly. Yoongi is far down your throat. Very far and it’s fucking glorious. He looks so good like this. On top of you and with his oversized shirt sitting on his petite torso and tickling the tip of your nose. His long hair is all messy, reaching him just a little under his shoulders in this position, his throat is moving each time he tries to gulp.

You reach up, abandoning one side of his waist for it, but it is worth it as soon, you feel his nipple under your fingertips. Like before, it hardens instantly. Oh so sensitive and reactive.

Yoongi slacks, dropping his head back on his hand violently.

“I swear to fucking shit”, he presses out, baring his teeth as he grinds them. Like this his jaw moves and tenses while his brows furrow deeply.

You run your hand to his other nipple, tickling it out of hiding with ease. His cock throbs deep inside of you, coating your throat with his pleasure. You love how sweet he tastes. It is truly remarkable just how delicious vampires get after a good hunt. It makes you want to take a little bite as well.

And you do. You place your teeth around his cock and bite down.

Yoongi completely crumbles the headboard in his fingers, losing gravity because of it. His hand slips from the ruined headboard and lands right into the pillow next to your head, forcing your body to slide down and for his cock to slip out. Spurts of his sweetness and your spit cover your face immediately, forcing your eyes to flit to his cock. It is so hard and wet, dripping and throbbing above you. His veins are swollen and pulsating, looking so huge.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you moan, gripping his hips and pulling them down until he is smothering your face. Like this you can pay such good attention to his balls. Heavy and oh so plump. They feel just as good as his cock does. You growl in gratitude, pushing him closer until you run on nothing but his scent.

“Okay, okay that’s-”, Yoongi begins only to gasp and squirm when you manage to suck him between your lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, squirming again, “princess, that’s- ah - please, that’s-”, he stutters, lifting his hips in coyness.

You growl and force him back down, using so much strength that Yoongi’s hips tilt and he lands on your tongue with his pretty, little hole.

He squeaks, squeezing your head between his thighs and opening his eyes as widely as possible. What is happening to him? What is this feeling? He trembles from tensing so much, choking out a “please.”

You moan into him, grinding him down onto your eager tongue. This is everything you ever wanted.

Yoongi wants to talk, but he forgot how to form words, resulting in him babbling inaudible syllables. He squirms in your hold, trying so fucking hard not to moan.

You wiggle your tongue and Yoongi’s body reacts without his control. His hips thrust against nothing, his cock throbs and spills sweetness on your face. He grips the headboard and breaks yet another part of it, whimpering helplessly because now he has nothing to hold onto.

You put pressure on him and manage to slip inside just far enough that he feels the breach.

“Please”, Yoongi chokes out, forgetting every single word in every single language he speaks. This feels so good. He is honestly a little scared of it. It feels so, so good. He is so vulnerable at this spot, so utterly defenseless and now he has your tongue filling him up. You are so wet and warm. Yoongi covers his eyes with his hand. His fingers are shaking like crazy, “please.”

His thighs squeeze your head, his tummy tenses up, his cute butt tries to clench but can’t because you keep him open. He has no control over these reactions. He never lost control like that.

“Plea-”, he can’t get more out and then he shakes again as you wiggle your tongue deeper.

You are so far gone. He runs through your veins, makes up your every fiber, gives you purpose. This makes you feel both unbearably fulfilled and incredibly needy. You chase the sensation with movements of your head. It results in your tongue gliding in and out of him even if just a little.

He is tight around you. As if he was never touched there before (he wasn’t. At least not by someone other than himself and even that was once). He is so tight and so, so warm. Also so yummy. Oh you are so obsessed with this man. You moan into him and wiggle your tongue.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that tears roll down his cheeks. He reaches for the headboard again. Nothing is there. He punches a hole into the wall instead, burying his hand in it just to hold something. Anything. Please. What are you doing to him? What are you fucking doing?

Your hand slips to his cock. Wraps around him. And moves. Quick. With pressure.

Yoongi can’t control himself anymore. He moans. He moans so loudly that it bounces off the walls and rings in his ears. He rips his eyes open in shock. Tenses up. This was so loud. Everyone heard him. Human and vampire alike. He is so embarrassed.

You aren’t. You’re maniac. He sounded so perfect! You growl and moan into him, thrusting your hips against nothing. Your hand twists around his cockhead, massaging him right where it feels the best. Your tongue slips out of his hole to grind against his rim. You are sloppy in your movements, giving zero shits about how wet your face gets. All you need is to hear him moan again.

Yoongi fulfils your wish even if he doesn’t want to. He throws his hand over his mouth afterwards, squeezing his own cheeks until his fingers dimple his softness.

You repeat the movements, Yoongi shakes and wants to moan again.

“Please stop”, he presses out behind his hand, “please stop, please.”

One twist of your hand, one flick of your tongue and Yoongi knows he has to stop this. He can’t stop being loud. It’s so embarrassing.

“Please”, he somehow gets out and wiggles out of your hold with just a little bit of help from his strength, “don’t p-please”, he begs with a shaky voice, panting because pulling back edges him. It hurts to be edged. It really does.

“So good”, you rasp, chasing him, “sit on me again please”, you try to push him down again, but Yoongi uses his strength. Fighting him is useless now.

“No, you’re weird”, he whines, wiggling in your hold. He is panting like crazy and when you look up to send him a pleading look you realise that his entire face is flushed a deep red.

“Aww Yoongi, you cutie”, you coo, running your hands to his ass.

He squirms away and tries to grab for your hands which results in him gripping his own waist at first until he finally finds your hands, “please.”

“Don’t be shy, sit on me”, you coo, wiggling your brows as you massage his buttocks.

“N-no, no you’re s-so weird”, he stutters, “please you’ve got your turn, I want mine now.”

“God, you’re so persistent”, you say in teasing annoyance, releasing his butt.

Yoongi changes positions instantly, resting on top of you with his elbows caging in your head.

“Don’t ever do this again”, he says with furrowed brows.

“Why not? Is it because you looked like a little slut?”

“Shut up”, he gasps, eyes widened and cheeks crimson.

You cackle, pinching said cheek.

“I’m only teasing. I think you looked amazing on my face”, you assure him.

“Yeah? That’s all you’ll ever get”, he says, hiding away by kissing your neck instead.

“For now. I’ll get you there eventually.”

“Keep dreaming”, he whispers, trailing his kisses to your collarbones.

“I like dream…ing”, you sigh, “you did like it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, was so nice. I’m just teasing”, he assures you and with one swift movement he has your shirt ripped to shreds.

“What the hell?” you squeak.

“It’s my turn”, Yoongi says, “I’m impatient, it’s your fault.”

He dives down, taking your nipple between his lips to suck harshly.

“You’re an idiot - ah Yoongi”, you moan, arching your back.

“I need you”, he rasps, “you’ve got me so close.”

“I did? Why did you stop me then?” you whine.

“Cause I wanna fill up your pretty pussy with it. Pump you full of it until you’re dripping.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, shivering like crazy.

“It makes you smell so good when I do”, he rasps, “like mine. Only mine.”

He emphasises the words by sucking a painful hickey on your right tit, soothing it by biting down harshly.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting the pillow.

“Feel that? How I’m marking you as mine?” he taunts, marking your other tit just as harshly, “mine”, he growls, biting you deeply.

“Please, ah”, you squeak, writhing underneath him, “how c-can you be so shy when I want to make you feel good, but then you’re so filthy when you do it.”

Yoongi releases you with a slurp, “I’m good at that shit. Love taking care of you. I could fucking survive on it”, he explains, connecting his lips with the softness of your tummy. He marks it with just as much roughness as he did your breasts, leaving behind trails of sensitive skin and pulsating spots all over your tummy. And while he is marking you and making you squirm in the process, his big hands are on your sides, holding you oh so safely. Fingers stretched out and thumbs caressing your skin, he assures you that even if his lips are rough, he loves you with all the tenderness in his heart.

Yoongi sucks the last of his hickeys onto your lower tummy and then his teeth are tangled in your panties. With his fangs on full display, it is an easy task to rip right through them. He is made to rip through skin and bone after all, a pair of cotton panties is the least of his problems.

He spits the ruined fragments of them on the mattress, giving view to his sharp fangs for just one second before he hides them again by licking over them.

“Hot”, you croak, shaking in anticipation.

“I’ll be going down on you now and I can’t guarantee for anything. Tell me what you say, princess.”

“Hot.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Snowdrop, but forget that. What the hell, Yoongi?”

“Good girl”, he praises, disappearing between your legs afterwards.

You learn of his presence when he bites into your inner thigh. Just with his human teeth but the sensation is mindblowing nonetheless. So rough and yet the softest of kisses follow, soothing you into a complete trance of bliss.

“What’s gotten into you?” you manage to get out.

“It’s what you get for pushing my buttons”, Yoongi growls, biting you again. You flinch, pussy throbbing desperately.

“It..felt good…admit it”, you croak.

“Like fucking heaven”, he assures you, pulling you onto his tongue to begin lapping at you quickly.

“Holy fuck”, you and him groan at the same time.

“You’re fucking soaked”, he growls, staring you down with blown-out pupils.

“I told you, pleasing you turns me on so much”, you say breathlessly.

“You’re fucking perfect, my love”, he presses out, burying his face in your pussy. He sucks and licks, lifting his head again, “you’re all I ever dreamt of. And more. So much more”, he adds, losing himself between your legs for good.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you press out, tangling your fingers in his hair as deeply as possible. You don’t even mind that he flipped the roles. You get why he did it. That even as much as lying still and accepting something as simple as a blowjob takes a lot of courage for him to do. That he doesn’t see himself as deserving of receiving and that he feels weird about it because it’s foreign to him. But that’s okay for you. You love him so much for doing it for as long as he did.

“You’re so good”, you praise him, opening your legs further.

Yoongi makes a needy sound, curling his tongue against your clit in an almost startled rhythm.

He breaks away for just a second, pressing out a curse, and then he is back to where he left off, flicking and swirling his tongue over your clit until she is all swollen under him. He runs his hands up your sides until he can caress your breasts, pinching and massaging your nipples just how you like it.

It’s a sin really, how easily he gets you close. It should be forbidden.

“Slow”, you beg, knowing that it is fruitless. Yoongi doesn’t care that you are close. Maybe he even wants you to be, because that means he can taste your cunt post orgasm as soon as possible, “slow please.”

“No”, he says, speeding up the flicks of his tongue. It makes the nastiest of sounds and forces your legs to tremble from almost too much stimulation.

“Yoongi please slow”, you beg him, fleeing from him in a squirm.

“Behave”, he warns, pinning down your hips so harshly the bedsprings creak.

It shakes your entire body. He grips your legs, forcing them open with rough hands. And then he dives back in, rolling his hips into the mattress as if he was hate fucking it.

You wail his name, tugging on his hair and kicking the sheets as he forces you to take what he gives you. Angry pleasure. Fiery hot and electric. Almost too much.

“Slow”, you beg, trying to wiggle away, “s-slow.”

Yoongi growls angrily, shooting up so he is face to face with you.

“Why are you fleeing from me?” he asks, speech impaired just a little by his growing tongue.

“I’m sensitive”, you say in a tiny voice.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He brushes the back of his hand over your cheek, lips curling into a fond smile.

“You’re so cute”, he says in his honey voice, placing his hand at the back of your neck so he can pull you up into a kiss.

He tastes like you and him, making you feel dizzy and kiss him back with so much eagerness. He breaks the kiss, but keeps close.

“I’ll go slow, yeah?” he whispers

You nod your head instantly, “yes, please.”

“My princess”, he sighs and then he is already between your legs again, gazing up at you.

He still pulls your hips onto his face with rather quite a lot of force, but his lips are slow. They leave kisses on your pussy first, helping you get used to the sensations.

“Yes”, you sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes light up, you feel him smile against you.

“So good”, he mumbles more to himself than to you, darting out his tongue afterwards to part your folds with it. He flicks it up and down slowly, making sure to stay on your clit for just one more second each time he meets her. He does an extra little figure when he does, changing between figures of eight and little hearts. The hearts are solely because he is goddamn fucking whipped for you. There is no other reason behind them. He hopes that you don’t figure out what he is drawing because it’s embarrassing as fuck.

Your lips curl into a smile, a chuckle follows, “god fuck”, you press out, dropping your head, “I’m close again.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “yeah?” he asks, basking in the little whiney giggle you do.

“Back please”, you complain, squirming in his strong hold.

Yoongi can feel it so well, holding your hips safely between his big hands. He loves that feeling, because he knows that he’s making you feel good.

“Like this?” Yoongi asks, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit.

You gasp, hips chasing him, which makes him have to pin them down and then chuckle in amusement.

“Cute, so fucking cute”, he rasps, taking your clit between his lips. He sucks as gently as possible, but it is still enough to make you gasp and then flinch in that distinct way you always do when you’re close.

“Yoongi, wait.”

“Yes?” he lifts his head in a fond chuckle, “what’s wrong?”

“Close.”

“Mhm”, he hums, moving up to your face by kissing a path up your stomach. He kisses your neck, doing it in a way that would really nuzzle his face into it. Like this he can suck on your skin, doing it slowly and with all the care he has.

You feel lightheaded once he pulls back, barely managing to look at him because all you want to do is close your eyes and let him do whatever he wants to do.

“What should I do with you, mhm?” he asks, “you’re saying it’s my turn, but then I can’t even go down on you without you being sensitive.”

“It’s not my fault”, you complain in a whine.

“So it’s mine?”

“Yeah?”

He snorts, rolling his eyes fondly.

“You’re a brat”, he says, letting his right hand disappear between your legs to run his fingers through your folds, “and so wet too.”

Whimpering, you part your legs, reaching up to twist the front of his shirt. You twist even more of it when Yoongi sinks two of his long fingers into you, pinning you down with such an intense gaze that you feel lightheaded.

He begins moving, curling his digits each time he reaches your favourite spot.

“Shit”, the word leaves you in a sigh, eyes widening before squeezing shut.

“Relax, that’s better. Relax for me, princess”, Yoongi soothes you, hiding his face back in your neck to continue worshipping it with his sweet lips. And while he does, his fingers continue moving and his thumb just so happens to find its spot on your clit, rubbing circles just how you like it.

Are those sensations easier to handle than what his mouth did? Nope. Not one bit. Not at all. This is impossible to handle. Yoongi’s hands are so skilled. They may look rough, but in reality they carry so much tenderness and devotion in them. It’s hard not wanting to crumble within seconds when Yoongi decides to use his hands between your legs.

“Slow”, you barely dare to get the word out, but you had to.

Yoongi’s reaction is instant. His chest rumbles in a deep chuckle, a whispered “fuck, love”, swirls against your neck before he lifts his head.

“You’re so sensitive”, he says, eyes racing over your features obsessively.

“Sorry, can’t help it”, you say quietly, feeling your cheeks burn up like crazy. Quite frankly, every inch of your body is burning up. Yoongi’s got you so good.

Yoongi smiles and lowers his head to your chest. He trails his kisses down your torso to your pussy, taking your legs and placing them over his shoulder on the journey. He begins by sucking your clit between his lips once, kissing her afterwards. His hands run up and down your thighs, holding them in place and making you feel so safe in the process. Safe but also incredibly needy.

“Slow”, you whisper.

“No”, he mumbles, showing you just how serious he was by finally using his tongue to taste you. Properly and greedily taste you. He runs it through your folds, purring as he does. He lingers on your clit, ignoring all the whining and squirming you are doing and only moving back down again when he deems it time to do so. And somehow he always manages to pull away just when you were about to stumble over the edge, soon leaving you so goddamn desperate for that orgasm that you stop whining about being too sensitive and rather you begin whining about needing your high oh so bad.

And only then does Yoongi truly pull back, kissing his way back to your face to claim your trembling lips in a passionate kiss. He feeds you your taste, holding you still with his fingers on your cheeks and your legs wrapped around his hips. Like this his throbbing cock is grinding right against your pussy, moving against you as if his only purpose was to fit between your folds.

“Fuck me”, you beg into the kiss, “fuck me please.”

Yoongi ignores you, silencing you by tongue kissing you slowly. Just tongue against tongue and occasionally he decides to suck on yours, taking your breath away each time he does.

“Please fuck me”, you try again, tugging him closer with your legs.

“Mhm, princess”, he dismisses you, smirking teasingly.

“Please”, you whimper, rolling your hips skilfully enough that it manages to make his tip slip into you.

Yoongi falters, kiss breaking because he needed to gasp for air. His fingers fall from your cheek, now lying around your throat without applying pressure. His eyes are heavy, racing between yours.

“Fuck me please”, you beg, using the grip you have around his waist to roll your hips up again.

Even more of his perfect cock slips into you, stretching you out so well that you feel bolts of warmth shoot through your legs and make them oh so wobbly.

“Yoongi….”

“Princess…”

“More please.”

He sits up, slipping out of you.

“What, what’s wrong? Come back please” you stutter, chasing him.

“My shirt, it’s annoying”, he says, tugging it off of him a second later. It messes up his hair, getting thrown to the ground a second later.

Giggling, you make grabby hands at him, until he finally lowers himself again. You reach up, fixing his hair for him.

“Messy”, you tell him, tugging strands of it behind his ears, “you’re so beautiful, my beloved.”

“No. You are”, he says, placing his big hands on your back to press you closer. Like this your back arches. Chest against chest and skin melting with skin, “wrap your legs around me, love.”

You obey happily.

“There we go, don’t let go”, he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock to outline it with your pussy and finally push inside. He bottoms out within a second, cursing under his breath as his fingers grip your hip instead.

You sigh his name, hugging him close by wrapping your arms around him, hiding away in the crook of his neck, “thank you”, you tell him quietly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Yoongi shudders, inhaling deeply with his nose right against your skin.

“That’s fucking incredible”, his voice trembles as he speaks, his arms tense around you.

“Yeah, move please.”

“Of course, my love, anything for you”, he promises, purring deeply as he lets his head fall against your shoulder and his hips take over. He goes slow and deep. Your shared favourite as it helps each of you to really feel the other.

He’s got you in a trance, touch dancing across your skin and breath tickling you most sweetly. You’ve got him enchanted, skin tingling because of you and head filled with nothing but thoughts of you.

When Yoongi finally lifts his head for the first time, the sun has reached a point where it manages to poke right through the curtains, illuminating parts of your cheek in a streak of golden light. Your pussy’s become so soft around his cock, so wet and warm and addicting. Yoongi brushes his fingers over the spot on your cheek the light kisses, making you open your eyes because of it.

You lock eyes with each other. Smiling, you reach up to caress his cheek just as he did. It affects him so much that for just a second his hips lose their rhythm.

“The sun’s coming out”, you tell him.

“You look so beautiful”, he answers you, leaning down to place a kiss a top your warmed up cheek, “your skin’s so pretty in the sunlight”, he whispers, running the tip of his button nose over your cheekbone, “your pussy’s so good too, princess. Soft and warm, feels like heaven”, his voice sounds what being cradled in safety and happiness feels like, making you want to cry. He feels so good inside you. Time has made every single inch of you so sensitive that you are now floating on a constant cloud of warmth.

Yoongi trembles, breathing trembling in his throat, “you’re so tight all of a sudden”, he sighs, moving his hips just right to make sure you keep clenching like that.

“That spot feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

“So good. Don’t stop.”

“Seriously. Your pussy’s the fucking best, princess”, he gets out before his words forsake him as he falls into a deep trance of tingling limbs and sweet noises. His face returns to your neck, his lips know exactly what to do, kissing you slowly and marking you with his devotion. His little gasps and trembling breaths tickle your ear, serving as a constant reminder that you’ve got him so good. You reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair and legs hooking behind his lower back.

Like this, his pubic bone grinds right against your clit and his cock meets your favourite spot with each thrust.

“Shit, baby”, Yoongi curses and lets out a raspy laugh, “you’re making me wanna speed up, don’t do that.”

“Don’t hold back, a little faster. It’s so good.”

Yoongi follows, growling against your neck as his body shudders in reaction. You moan just for him, basking in the way he seems to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh because of it.

“Like this? Fuck, it’s so good princess, so fucking good”, he pants.

“Like this. Just like this”, you chant, loving every fucking second of it. His cock feels so good. All girthy and perfectly curved to hit the right spots. All veiny and throbbing oh so much to make sure your juices are mixing and marking both of you. His cock’s the best. Yoongi is so good at using it. He is so bloody good at it, that you can’t help but abandon his hair just to scratch down his back.

He growls his favourite nickname for you, hips stuttering before slamming into you. Your body convulses in reaction, the headboard hits the wall just once before Yoongi finds a less aggressive rhythm to match your desperate begs for more.

“You’re making me cum.”

He lets out a pitched laugh, shaking his head in disbelief as he tightens his grip on your thigh because he wants nothing more than to get you there.

“You’re unbelievable. Why did you even tell me to speed up when we can’t even enjoy it for long?”

“Please don’t pull away, please I can’t hold it anymore”, you try, clutching onto him desperately.

“Why shouldn’t I edge you again?” he threatens, slowing down his hips just enough that you reach for them, bruising them in the process of getting them to keep moving.

“Please don’t, I need it.”

“Fuck, you’re so easily messed with”, he chuckles, “let go whenever you want, princess. I’m here to catch you”, he says, returning to the rhythm of before.

“Thank you, oh god thank you”, you moan, turning into puddy in his hands. It is just seconds later when you can’t take it anymore and you orgasm around him, almost breaking his hips from squeezing them so tightly while your entire body feels on fire.

And Yoongi fucks you right through it, lips pressed against the pulse point on your neck and throat rattling in needy moans.

He only slows down once he knows you were able to truly live out your high, now rocking into you in a gentle rhythm whilst soothing you by kissing your jawline.

“So good, that was incredible”, he praises you, “you were so good, my princess.”

“I’m dizzy, fuck”, you croak, gulping loudly.

“Mhm, should I slip out?”

“No”, your legs tighten around him, “stay please, you need to fill me up.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me”, he croaks, adding more vigour into his movements again.

You gasp then moan, relaxing around him in shudders.

“Does this hurt? Should I go slower?” he makes sure.

“No, don’t stop. Is so nice”, you mumble, voice heavy in pleasure.

Yoongi kisses your forehead, making you giggle and close your eyes. He reaches for your hands and for a second you thought that he would intertwine his fingers with you, but he doesn’t. Instead he tugs your hands to his throat instead, forcing your eyes to peel up in surprise.

His gaze is hazy, begging you to squeeze.

“You’re so hot”, you get out, tightening your fingers on his throat.

Yoongi closes his eyes by letting them roll back to the point of where you see nothing but white before his eyelids fall closed. Quite frankly the view makes your knees wobble even when you’re lying down.

It also doesn’t help that Yoongi reaches down to not only caress your hip but also to press his thumb against your clit to massage her skilfully.

“Yoongi”, his name slips from you as if it was instinct, your legs slip from him just to open messily, “fuck, you’re making it hard.”

He peels his eyes open just enough that he can see you. He looks so fucked like that, all half-lidded eyes and glowing cheeks.

“I need your high again, please”, he croaks out, voice tickling your fingertips.

“Yeah well”, you laugh, squirming on his cock, “you’re gonna get it soon.”

“Good”, he sighs, closing his eyes again, “that’s good…”

“Yeah, so good”, you agree, fighting against the urge to join him in closing your eyes. You can’t do that. He looks so handsome with your hands around his throat and his obsidian hair all hanging into his face. You love few things more than the current view. His smile is one of them, his eyes when he looks at you is another thing.

Yoongi moans, inhaling deeply afterwards.

“Fuck”, he exhales, “you’re so tight.”

“Yeah, it’s really good”, you tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, eyes opening to run over your face.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squeezing down on his veins.

“I’m close”, he croaks, “harder, please.”

You squeeze around him, basking in the feeling of his deep moan, “don’t stop”, his brows furrow together, his thumb finds the right spot.

“Oh fuck, Yoongs”, you squeak out, eyes falling closed on instinct, “Yoongi, that’s the spot.”

“Please I’m begging you, c-cum”, Yoongi is almost sobbing, thumb working skilfully and throwing you right over the edge.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, fingers slipping from his throat to grip the pillow instead.

Yoongi climaxes from the sensation, convulsing on top of you as tiny whimpers leave his throat. He helps you ride out your high with deep, desperate thrusts, right arm cradling you against his chest and lips pressed to your neck. He fucking loves orgasming with you. He can really let go when he’s with you, which makes it feel so good that he always feels dizzy afterwards. You love it too. You love how he is holding you, how his voice pitches and how his warmth fills you up. It makes you shake so very much.

He plops down on top of you once you both stopped shaking, knocking a little “meeh” out of you before you giggle and wrap him up in a tight hug.

“This was amazing”, you tell him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, chest rumbling in a content purr. He feels so done. His entire body is all warm and fuzzy and now he can feel your naked skin against his without the barrier of clothes and Yoongi swears he is in paradise.

“Are you not slipping out?” you ask him, trailing his spine and with it sending a constant stream of shivers through his body.

“No. Wanna get soft inside you.”

“And you are sure that this is going to happen?”

“Maybe”, he says, making you giggle.

He grins, growing oh so soft on top of you.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm.”

Silence overcomes you and him afterwards where you play with his hair and Yoongi finds comfort by kissing your neck slowly. You don’t count the minutes but enough must have passed for his cock to truly manage to soften and naturally slip out. Yoongi drew closer when that happened, whining about how he wants to be back inside and making you laugh in the process.

Then you napped. You napped so well that you feel reborn once you open your eyes again, realising that Yoongi has managed to scoot up your body enough that he can now look at you eye to eye.

He must have been awake for a little. He is propped up on his elbows, big hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs trace your skin. They still when you open your eyes, lips parting in surprised awe.

“Hey”, you tell him, stretching yourself sleepily.

“I don’t feel beautiful”, he whispers.

“Huh?” you drop your arms, “Yoongi what the hell? Don’t say that. Get ready for a wave of compliments”, you say, taking his face between your hands, “you are-”

“No”, he interrupts you, “in general. I don’t feel beautiful.”

You close your mouth because you get the feeling that he needs to talk without being interrupted.

“I-I was thinking ‘cause I pulled back when you made me sit on you, so I was thinking.”

“No don’t, it’s okay. I’d never want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“But I did-”, he stops himself, lowering his eyes instead. He rolls off of you. You roll to your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and supporting your head that way

“You know how I see myself", he begins, fingers fumbling with the sheets and eyes glued to them, “that I see myself and my body and, and all I can see is a vessel for causing suffering to others”, he whispers.

You shake your head, telling him that this isn’t true. You scoot closer, placing your hand over his’ to let him know that he wasn’t alone right now.

“I know”, he says, fingers intertwining with yours, “I know that you’re burning to tell me off right now and to call me stupid for even thinking that.”

“No, I don’t”, you promise him, soothing him by caressing his cheek.

“I just…even if I didn’t feel that way…I still…” he falters, lowers his eyes, “I don’t think I’d feel attractive.”

“Oh Yoongs, that’s sad. Why do you think so?”

“Because I’m not…I can’t…I don’t”, he inhales, exhales shakily, “I don’t look like other vampires”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Because of your true face? Because it looks different from the rest?”

“No, not that. But my….body.”

“Your body.”

He dares to glance at your eyes.

“Because I don’t have sculpted abs and a big chest a-and because I’m not tall”, his voice is barely there.

“I see, mhm.”

You smooth over his lower arm as you think his answer over. You want to give him a good answer and Yoongi waits patiently, feeling close to shaking in nervousness because he can’t remember if he ever bared himself that truthfully before. But he tends to do this with you. You somehow always manage to make him want to break down yet another wall around his heart.

“I don’t think that having abs or a big chest or being a certain height is what makes someone attractive”, you finally say, “I can see why you feel that way. Especially when you’re surrounded by all those tall vampires with their tits all out and their abs on display, but I don’t think that things like that are important.”

Yoongi dares to look into your eyes for longer.

“I don’t know how much my silly opinion counts, but I think that you are the most attractive person ever. Whenever I look at you, I feel my heart race and I want to keep looking at you.”

He flusters.

“And I mean it for both your clothed and naked body. You have the most perfect body, Yoongi.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do. Oh my god, have you looked at yourself? You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up”, he murmurs and cringes, “sorry, that was mean. I didn’t mean it. Sorry, it’s instinct.”

“I know”, you chuckle, “and no, I won’t shut up because I love you and your body and I wanna keep telling you that I love you.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up in instinctive disgust.

You give him a grin and kiss the tip of his button nose.

It makes him part his lips and gawk in awe.

“Also you look gorgeous on top of my face, so don’t be shy next time”, you add just to truly fluster him.

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up, you’re weird too. You broke the headboard, you big weirdo.”

Yoongi snorts and chuckles. You join him, nudging him with your nose. Yoongi does it back, ending it with a little kiss to the tip of yours.

“I honestly always wondered why literally every vampire has those inhuman abs. Like what do they even do to get that?” you say.

“Too much vain work, I don’t know.”

You chuckle, “honestly it must be so exhausting.”

He nods his head, “I could never keep up with it. I was too busy with killing and drying out and being fucking suicidal to care about that shit.”

“No, I get it. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“And it’s because I hate my body and what it did in the past. I don’t want to make it beautiful because I don’t…I just…I can’t feel it.” He blinks rapidly, “I don’t feel sexy. I just don’t. I feel like nothing but an ugly blob. Do you know when I feel sexy?”

“Tell me.”

“When I give you pleasure. When you go wow that’s nice because of me, that’s when I feel sexy. But when I’m the object of desire? I feel so ugly and, and undesirable.”

“I understand how you feel. I really do. You want to distance yourself from being perceived and when someone does see you, you panic because it’s a reminder that your body exists and that you are being looked at. When you do something, you exist for the action but being seen means having to look instead of do and that’s uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes that. ___, it’s really hard to feel beautiful”, he confesses in a whisper.

“I know. It’s really hard. Don’t force yourself, you’ll get there eventually.”

“I don’t think I ever will.”

“No, don’t doubt yourself. It’s the same with Kook. His journey to controlling his urges may be long, but he’ll get there too eventually. So will you.”

“It’s hard.”

“I know. You have me, so you’re not alone.”

Yoongi hesitates. Thinks. Hesitates.

So you talk again.

“Would it help you a little if I told you that the way your body looks also gives me a lot of pleasure? Maybe you could think of it that way if it helps a little with feeling a bit sexier?”

“It....it does. Oh. Oh wow, okay”, Yoongi squeezes his eyes into little slits as he smiles so brightly that his gums are showing, “wow. Oh my god”, he says, hiding his eyes behind his hand as he giggles quietly.

You draw closer, tugging his hand away to hold it instead. Yoongi meets your eyes even if he flusters because of it.

“I’m happy that it helps you, because it’s the truth. I honestly think that you are incredibly sexy and beautiful, but I also get that it’s hard for you to accept that. Thank you for telling me regardless, my love. Now I wanna give you even more compliments.”

“No thank you. I like to think that way”, he says and lowers his eyes shyly, “I already feel sexier. Just a little, maybe”, he confesses, cheeks turning the softest of pinks instantly.

“Well that’s good to hear”, you say and giggle, stealing a little kiss from him afterwards.

Yoongi lowers his head and presses out a curse. “What are you doing to me?” he says, hugging you close to bury his face in your chest. You fall into the sheets like that.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t even know what I’m doing with you. You are so far in there”, he says, touching his chest.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I don’t let people in.”

“I know.”

“But you’re in there.”

“I am?”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I don’t like talking about my stuff, but you make me want to. Fuck, why am I that weak with you? I, I feel so…so…so tiny when I’m with you.”

“You’re not weak or tiny”, you assure him, “thank you Yoongi.”

He looks at you, “for what?”

“For letting me in there and for trusting me and for allowing me to love you.”

He falters. His eyes race between yours.

“Thank you. I’m so privileged to be with you.”

“Princess”, he breathes.

“I told you, I can be so cheesy if I want to.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks, “I love you”, he whispers, making you tear up.

“Oh Yoongi, I love you too”, you press out, kissing him deeply.

You pull back when air is sparse and you have him beneath you. Yoongi smiles at you with his sparkly eyes half-lidded. He reaches up, running his thumb over your cheekbone as tenderly as possible.

“What?” you whisper.

“Nothing”, he breathes, outlining your lips.

“Stop that”, you say, hiding in the crook of his neck giddily.

“I’m not even doing anything. What do you mean?” he whines in a chuckle.

“No, you do. You’re gazing, it flusters me.”

“Hah”, he scoffs, shaking his head in fondness.

You nudge him, using the momentum to snuggle yourself closer in a way a very cuddly cat would do. Yoongi accepts it gladly, purring contently as he runs his fingers up and down your spine in mindless patterns.

“I feel so done”, he confesses.

“Same, I’m still so sleepy.”

“Same. You don’t even know how amazing sex feels as a vampire.”

“Yeah?” you sneak a glance at him for just enough seconds to memorise his face in the position, “does it feel better than when you were human?”

“Yeah. You know how our senses are heightened?”

“Yes.”

“Now imagine how sensitive we get because of it.”

“That’s really hot. I want to feel it too.”

Yoongi looks at you, “why’d you think I fuck you the way I do?”

“Mhm?”

“It’s ‘cause I want you to get as close to the sensation as possible”, he says.

“Okay first of all, warn me next time because I actually felt my pussy throb right now and second of all. Min Yoongi you are a menace to my sanity, stop being so talkative after sex and ruining my entire being with, with what you say.”

Yoongi snorts before laughing deeply.

“Don’t laugh at my pain, I’m suffering.”

“Oh you’re suffering? What should I say? You’re messing with me all the time.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Just messing with me and-”, he flips you onto your back without warning, caging your head in between your elbows and caressing the top of your head with his big hands, “-making me want to do nothing more than fuck you stupid all the day long”, he rasps, letting his lips brush against your neck afterwards.

You shiver. He basks in it like an addict, having to growl when he feels your heart skip a few beats against his lips.

“Yoongi stop”, you breathe.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re being a menace to my sanity again.”

He chuckles deeply, sounding oh so sexy doing it that you feel your pussy throb again.

You pull back as you suddenly feel his boner poking your inner thigh.

“Really? Again?” you ask him in a laugh and a cocked-up eyebrow.

“I told you, I can’t help it. You’re the worst, I’m constantly horny because of you”, he whines, cracking you up.

“You are?”

“Yeah. Do you even know how little I cared about sex in the past? And then you”, he pulls you closer, “beautiful goddess come into my life and all I wanna do is fuck.”

“You’re adorable, Yoongs”, you giggle, booping his nose.

“I’m serious. You sexy woman are ruining me. I even jerk off.”

“Hot.”

“Not hot. It’s a problem.”

“Why?”

“Cause I can’t concentrate, because you keep popping into my mind.”

“You can’t concentrate? Really?” you snicker, “is it really such a problem that I’m popping into your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Cause what if I think about you naked in the middle of a fight and I pop a boner, what then?”

You laugh loudly, making Yoongi snicker deeply. He had hoped that you would like the joke.

“Don’t laugh, what would my enemy think then? That I’m into the fight? Or them?” he continues joking.

Your laughter grows and Yoongi swears he could squeal from happiness. He digs his fingers into your hip to tug you closer, soaking up your expression with sparkly eyes.

“God Yoongi”, you say, wiping your tears away, “you’re so silly.”

He moves in for a rather forceful kiss. Not that he wanted to force himself onto you, but he was so happy and eager to kiss you that it happened that your teeth collided first.

“Ouch, teeth”, you murmur.

“Sorry”, he whispers, chasing you, “so sorry”, he barely gets the words out and then he is already kissing your properly.

“Wait, Yoongi, wait”, you have to pull back, “let me breathe first, you eager kitten”, you say, cupping his cheeks.

He huffs out air, gazing at you with his pretty eyes all sparkly.

“I don’t wanna go out today”, he says and pouts, sagging his shoulders.

“Didn’t you talk all about how you have to hunt for Namjoon again today?”

“That was yesterday me, he was an idiot.”

You laugh again, painting happiness on his face.

“You’re so funny, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You think so?” he asks, barely holding back the smile threatening to creep up.

“Yes, I do. So funny.”

“Mhm”, he lets out and closes his eyes, because he got flustered. He cuddles his face into you, tickling your nose with his hair. He rubs his body into yours, wiggling like a happy kitten and purring like one too. You turn your head, resting your cheek on the crown of his head.

“Yoongi, you still have a boner” you whisper.

“Yeah, ‘cause I want you”, he answers you.

“Fine, fuck”, you give up, parting your legs, “one more round or so help me god. If you’re still being a seductive little shit afterwards, I’ll bite you.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks, lifting his head.

“No you”, you nudge his chest, “you horndog, this is a threat”, you whine.

Yoongi lifts himself to his hands, taking your own just so he can pin them above your head.

“Well then, I feel threatened”, he says, smirking playfully, “guess I gotta fuck you until you forget all about it. Mhm? Turn you stupid around my cock. How’s that sound, princess?” he rasps, rolling his hips into you at the use of your nickname.

“You goddamn…fucking…” you choke out, arching your back.

You were so ready to fall into Yoongi, if someone suddenly hadn’t entered his room violently and stopped that from happening.

Taehyung, almost taking the entire doorframe with him.

“Yoongi! ___ is miss- oh” he had yelled before, but stops when he locks eyes with you.

Yoongi lifts his head, looking over his shoulder.

“What are you doing here, brat?” he hisses, “did I allow you to enter?”

“I apologize, I didn’t know that you were with ___”, Taehyung mumbles, trying and failing not to run his eyes down Yoongi’s bared body. That must be the first time he sees the older vampire naked. It would make sense with how much Yoongi struggles with getting naked in front of other people.

The latter disappears from your side within the blink of an eye. The door to the bathroom closes in a loud bang, making both you and Taehyung flinch.

Seconds later you hear the water run.

Poor Yoongi, you think, before averting your eyes to Taehyung.

“Good morning Tae”, you greet the big eyed vampire still present in your room.

“Good morning….forgive me, but was Yoongi truly naked right now?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well, that is. Hah”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “he has a very shapely bottom.”

You snort in amusement.

“I’m sure that he’ll be happy to hear that”, you tell him.

Taehyung studies you, before taking big steps to you. He sits down on your side of the bed, draping his arm around your waist.

“Where were you? I was worried sick when I woke up and you were missing”, he says without accusation in his voice. He still sounds terribly worried however.

“I’m sorry. I had a nightmare again last night and you slept so well that I didn’t want to wake you. So I went to Yoongi.”

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Darling”, he says, “you could have woken me.”

“I know, but I just…I feel better now. I had a wonderful dream because of Yoongi.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that”, Taehyung says and caresses your temple, “but please don’t run off like that again. I was worried sick.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I will tell you next time.”

“Thank you”, he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He pulls back, smacking his lips, “ah yes the distinct taste of post sex sweat.”

“Ew Tae, you’re gross”, you gasp, slapping his chest softly.

He snickers mischievously, sitting up straight. He places his hand on your stomach, caressing it gently.

“What were you doing either way, darling?” he asks in a playful voice, one that paints heat to your cheeks. He runs his eyes up and down your body, “don’t tell me that I interrupted your morning, mhm?”

“Don’t give me that voice”, you whine, making him chuckle.

“What voice?”

“Your sex voice.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes playfully, placing his hand on your naked hip. Big and warm it rests there, calling your attention.

The door to the bathroom opens and out comes Yoongi, dressed in a bathrobe. He pulled the belt so tightly around his waist that it looks borderline uncomfortable.

“We shouldn’t stay for too long. We have to leave soon”, he says dryly, acting busy by picking up his clothing from the floor.

“Yes of course, Jimin and Hobi left a few minutes ago to get gas. They will be back soon”, Taehyung says, letting his hand slip from your hip without even noticing it.

“Good. ___ you should take a shower before we leave.”

“I’ll take it soon. Are you okay, Yoongs?”

“Yes, I’m okay”, he says.

“You have a very shapely bottom, hyung”, Taehyung says.

Yoongi freezes up in the position he was in. Bend halfway down to pick up his briefs. His head moves first, turning so he can send Taehyung an almost deadly glare.

“Very well formed and round”, Taehyung continues.

Yoongi’s eyes darken.

“Also very big.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes in annoyance.

“Shut your mouth”, he hisses, turning his head away and finally moving the rest of his body.

Taehyung snickers, exchanging a sheepish look with you.

Yoongi ignores it. He disappears in the bathroom seconds later, closing the door behind him.

“Gosh Tae, you meanie”, you say, giggling.

“I’m honest. His bottom is very pleasing to look at”, Taehyung insists, grinning.

“Gosh, you silly bear”, you say, finally sitting up. You peck his cheek, “I think I should take that shower now. Could you be a darling and get some croissants for breakfast?”

“Of course, my sweetest. I shall get tea to go with them.”

“You are a darling, thank you my sweetheart.”

“Not at all.”

Taehyung leaves after giving you a big goodbye smooch on your naked chest. You tried not to laugh, but failed.

Yoongi has his briefs on when you enter the bathroom, but is still shirtless.

“Tae’s right, your butt is sexy”, you tell him, before slapping it.

“Hey!” he whips around, “stop that.”

You snicker.

His cheeks are beet red.

You cup them and squish them.

“You are so handsome.”

“I-“, Yoongi blinks rapidly.

“Tae’s gone already, he’s getting breakfast.”

“Tch, he’s a brat.”

“And you are blushing.”

Yoongi moves his head away, then turns his shoulder to you.

“Get cleaned. I’m getting ready.”

“I will, sugarbutt”, you say, slapping his butt a second time on his way out.

“Stop that”, he hisses, “and don’t call me sugarbutt. I’m Yoongi Boongie.”

You grin, “yeah? Yoongi Boongie? That’s your name?”

“Whatever”, Yoongi mumbles, fleeing with burning cheeks.

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stay / megumi

you, megumi, yuji and nobara are on the way to your dorms after a very tiring and exhausting mission. you stop in front of yuji's room. "man, i'm so tired." nobara yawns. "do you guys wanna come in and watch some movies?" yuji asks. "yeah!" you and nobara answer at the same time "definitely not." megumi tiredly grumbles. "why not?" you ask and turn to him. "im tired and i can't deal with those two idiots anymore today." "HEY!" that definitely offended them. "i need silence and a nap." he continues. "well, i'm gonna watch some movies with them." you turn back around to yuji and nobara to walk into yuji's dorm with them but a hand around your wrist pulls you back around. "nope, you're coming with me." megumi says and pulls you away from them to walk you both to his dorm. "sorry!" you yell after nobara and yuji.

once in megumi's dorm, he instantly flaps stomach first onto his bed and groans into the sheets. you giggle, close the door behind you, sit on the bed next to him and rub his back. "you okay?" "mhh, i'm exhausted and i have a headache." you pout at his confession. the mission wasn't that hard, but it took almost the whole entire day and it was exhausting. you get up, walk to his closet, pull out a sweatshirt and some sweatpants for him and lay it down next to him. "here, change into something more comfortable. i'll get you some aspirin for your head." before you can turn around and leave he grabs your hand. "stay." he mutters into his sheets. "i'll be back in two minutes, babe." "i don't need aspirin, just cuddles and a nap with u. you can change into some of my clothes. stay." he softly mumbles while playing with your fingers. and how could you say no to him? he's just so adorable, especially when he's tired and needy for you. "fine." you walk over to his closet and change into some of his shorts and a sweatshirt while he changes into his clothes as well. he's already sitting back in bed, leaning against the headboard and watching you change. "what?" you ask him when you turn around to him notice him staring at you. "nothing. c'mere." he softly smiles at you and pats his lap. you walk over to him and sit on his lap, his hands are instantly wrapped around your torso and he pulls you closer against his body, smushing his face into your neck and lets out a content sigh. you wrap one arm around his neck and your other hand runs through his hair. "mhhm feels good, keep going please." he mumbles into your neck while you continue playing with his hair.

after a few minutes you can hear him snore quietly against your neck. you don't want to move but you also don't want him to sleep sitting up. it would be too uncomfortable and his body is already sore and in pain from the mission. you try to slowly remove his arms from around you but he instantly pulls you even closer. "stay." he mutters. "baby, i just want to change the position and lay down with you so you can sleep comfortably." "don't care. don't move." his deep, tired voice sends shivers down your spine. "megs, please." he removes his head from the crook of your neck and looks up at you. "give me a kiss first." he mutters and you press your lips against his, letting out a small giggle in between. "happy? let's lay down, yeah?" you get off of him and lay down next to him, he instantly lays on top of you, wraps his strong arms around your middle again and hides his face in your neck again. "are you comfortable?" you quietly ask. "mhm." he nods. "if i could i would crawl under your skin. you're so warm." you chuckle at that. "you're so cute megs." "shut up."

a few minutes later you can feel his slow, steady breaths hitting your neck and hear his quiet snores. you wrap your arms tighter around him, press a kiss to his forehead and then on his cheek. you were just about to fall asleep when "you missed a spot." he mutters. you roll your eyes at that and kiss him on the lips a few times. "better?" "mhm, goodnight babe,i love you." "i love you too."

a/n: i got really lazy towards the end and i wanna apologize for that. and i didn't proof read so please excuse any mistakes. i'm feeling depressed rn but i still wanted to finish this and upload for u all. and thank u for all the love on all my fics, i appreciate u all. mwah mwah <333

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How to Disappear: Waves Crash in Over My Head

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Previous Chapter: Life Unknown

Pairing: Link/Alex Goodrich x Fem! Reader/OC-ish.

Content Warnings: Slight anxiety attacks, Link sends his fist through a wall, flashback heavy. Talking about aggression, mentions of broken noses. Intense arguing. I'm sure I missed something, let me know!

Waves crushed in over his feet, the soft sand beginning to sink beneath him. He was locked in place watching her talk with her friends by the fire. She glowed in the light of the fire, her eyes brighter than the fire and the moon.

Waves crashed back in over his feet, he watched everything wash back out. He let go of the breath he was holding. Sudden hands on his back brought him back from whatever world he had landed on and pulled him back to this world.

Her world.

“You were great out there tonight.”

His heart felt stuck in his throat as he gazed down at her. His lips turned up into a smile, his arms coming down to swallow her whole as he pulled her against him.

“Yeah? Thought I looked silly out there, I got all nervous knowing you were watching me.”

Her head threw back in a laugh like it always did, the childlike joy filled their own little bubble.

“I’m serious!” He shouted in a laugh, his nose against her forehead. “Thought of such a pretty girl got me all sweaty in the jersey..the jersey you’re wearing by the way.”

(Y/N) faked a gag, shrugging her shoulders causing the lacrosse jersey framing her to slouch slightly.

“Mhhm well maybe I should stop coming. I'd hate to ruin your college scouting..” (Y/N) spoke up to him, her eyebrows raising.

“No, no you’re my good luck charm, need you there.”

“I’ll be there..always.”

“You better be.”

Sun warmed his face, as Alex’s body jarred forward waking him up from his memory. Alex swiped at his nose, blinking a few times waking up from his long nap. Fairfield County was a welcoming sight.

Not.

He stood from his spot on the greyhound, watching the young mother and her daughter who sat next to her file out first. The little girl looked up at Alex smiling at him, and Alex smiled back before dropping his head. He grabbed the small grey bag off the seat next to him and jumped off the bus pushing the glasses to his face.

He felt like a ghost here. Fuck, he was a ghost here. He wished his parents luck in talking their way out of this one. Alex, head down, took off up the street walking the square. Talking himself up to make the trip to his old subdivision, hoping he can keep whatever demons at bay. He watched a group of boys in jerseys cross the street laughing, lacrosse sticks over their backs.

He loved lacrosse. It was the one sport he actually enjoyed, and maybe it’s because it let him exude just enough aggression to get by. He had done wrestling but biting got him disqualified, he did boxing but you can only break so many noses before people start asking questions. Lacrosse though. Everyone there was aggressive, most of the boys on his team were put on the team by the school psychologist to help them vent their issues. Alex found it funny that his aggression almost got him a free ride to college solely due to being hidden in his athletics.

Alex had gotten caught up looking at the past, he didn’t see what was in front of him. Literally.

“Oh my god I..I’m sorry.”

Alex hit the ground, the woman’s bag she was carrying dropping and scattering her groceries all over the street. The small girl holding the woman’s hand gasped. Alex put his head to the concrete, anger rising in his chest. He squeezed his eyes tight, taking deep breaths calming himself down before speaking.

“I’m fine. I’m okay it was my fault I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Neither was I. I’m so so sorry.” She laughed nervously. It twisted in Link’s chest. It was all too familiar, and the eyes peering up at him made him sick to his stomach. The knife in his stomach twisted deeper as he saw the moment of recognition wash over her own face. Two ghosts staring back at each other.

“You can’t do this. You can’t just disappear.” Alex’s jaw twitched as hot tears poured down his face looking at (Y/N). He unpacked her clothes as she tucked them away. “It’s not disappearing if I tell you where I’m going.”

Her words didn’t sound like her own. It was distant, void of the warmth she usually spoke to him with. “I have to go okay, Link. My mom and I don’t have a choice. Okay. There’s money involved and..and she made a legally binding contract or whatever.”

“With who? Your aunt that you two have to disappear? You can come live with me, my family won’t care they love-”

“I can’t be with you Alex! Okay, do you fucking understand that? We’re just kids, everything is so..compli-” It was ‘Alex’ that set him off. She never called him that.

“I’m complicated. That’s what you’re trying to say. You’re giving up on me like everyone else huh? Huh!”

(Y/N) flinched as he yelled. Tears rolled down her own cheeks and she choked on her own tears. He didn’t care. She was leaving him, she didn’t have a right to be crying. He didn’t know what happened next, he doesn’t remember it. It was like he woke up after seconds of black, his hands through the drywall of the tiny house he’d loved in comparison to his family's estate. (Y/N)’s mom stood in the doorway of the bedroom he’d spent hours in.

“You should go, Alexander.” The older woman spoke softly, with a motherly tone. There was something they weren’t telling him. (Y/N) started to run after him as he walked up the wall. Her mom held her back as she cried for him.

The girl he loved was a woman now. Standing before him in sundress and her hair pulled back into a butterfly claw clip that matched the little girls. One thing that didn’t change was the gold ‘A’ that hung around her neck, now joined by a golden ‘P’ on a smaller chain. The little brunette girl that had been holding (Y/N)’s hand had bent down picking up his sunglasses and items that fell from his bag.

“‘ere you go, sorry.” She spoke with a speech impediment that impaired her ‘r’s. But she had tried really hard in pronouncing them so that (Y/N)’s lips curled up into a reflexive smile, patting the girl's shoulders.

“When did you move back? Wh-..” His face twitched in confusion. His brother surely would have known and would have told him.

“Two years ago.” She spoke, pulling the girl back into her side. Playing with her brown curls. “I tried looking for you but..I was told that you..well weren’t around anymore.”

“I wasn’t technically. But..” “Mommy can we please go? I wanna show Addie my new toys.” Alex’s eyes wandered her fingers for any sign of a ring. Mommy? She’d had a child? She couldn’t be more than eight years old. She’d moved on so quickly after him when he never did. (Y/N) took a shaky breath, smiling down at the girl.

“Course baby. Huh, Link..it was nice to see you.” He felt like he was stuck in slow motion as she turned away from him. “Wait, wait.” He rushed after her, hands shaking. “I uhh..do you have a number I can call you on?”

She hovered for a moment, she seemed paranoid looking around and even past him. “Yeah.” She let go of the little girls hand, digging in her bag for something. She slipped a yellow card into his hand, and for a minute let their hands linger on one another. He wonders if she can feel the heartbeat in his fingertips, and his eyes begging her to stay here for moments longer.

“You look good.” She smiled. “I didn’t care much for you blonde.”

She’d kept up with him, hidden in plain sight. That made him feel good, to know she’d at least watch from a distance.

“I didn’t either.”

Her hand left his, and took the little girl's hand back in hers. “Let's go P.” She said sweetly, the little girl waved at him. “Bye!” She yelled as she walked down the street, (Y/N) looking over her shoulder at him catching one last glance.

“You knew? You knew she was in town and you didn’t tell me. You didn’t mention it in a single phone call.” He yelled at his brother as they stood on the back porch of his childhood home.

‘I didn’t think it was important.” Ben says calmly. “And I thought it would make you spiral to know she had a kid.”

“No, I'm spiraling now because I had to find out this way.”

“It was almost a decade ago, she left you and you burnt down a school in retaliation. I’m sorry for thinking it would send you down a rabbit hole of anger.”

Link could feel his eye twitch, he reached up scratching his face with his free hand. Flicking a cigarette with the other. Ben stared at him, having more to say but holding it back. He felt sick to his stomach, like he could crawl into bed and simply rot. A part of Link always hoped that she’d wait for him, turn eighteen and come and find him. But she never did, which he didn’t make it easier for her. Always moving, not having a phone. They could have had a good life. Maybe had she never left he would have gotten help sooner, maybe they’d have a white picket fence life. He thinks about the life he could have had. Coming home from a long day at work, a suit and tie for some silly office job he’d gotten to support them. He thinks about kissing his highschool sweetheart hello and watching their daughter playing.

Then, in the middle of it, he remembers sending his fist through the drywall of her room simply because he was angry and didn’t know where to put it. Though he knows he’d never hurt her, or his metaphorical child he feels sick. He hates himself.

“I loved her. So much, and I was devastated when she just up and left and wouldn’t even tell me why. You knew that, you knew how much that meant to me. I still love her.”

“You don’t know her anymore. She doesn’t know you anymore, okay?”

“I could though. I could love her, and she could find something in me to love again.”

Ben was biting his bottom lip, Link knew his brother's heart hurt for him. But Link could also read people, way better than he’d like to admit he could, and Ben was hiding something.

“I’m gonna call her.”

Alex grabbed the sliding glass door of the house that led into the casual sitting room. As he walked in, his hand fishing inside the bag on the couch for his phone he heard a voice that stopped him in his tracks.

“Son..” His father’s voice filled the room, that fake politician's smile on his face. And if Alex knew how to fake one thing it was a smile.

“Dad, hi.”

His father took a couple steps in hugging his son to his chest. “So good to have you home. We have a lot to talk about.”

Alex hugged him back with one hand, feeling like a little kid again. “That we do.”

taglist: @helloheyhihowdyheya @tarzinnia @a-lumos-in-the-nox @messymissy @sincericida @moonyslove78 @toomanyfictionalboyfriends @eevylynn.

#andrew garfield x reader #just andrew garfield #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x self insert #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x you #link mainstream x reader #link x reader #alex goodrich x reader #alex goodrich mainstream #mainstream 2020 #bambi writes

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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🍀 it's me I'm back 🍀

This time with an actual request. I've had this idea bouncing around in my head about Wild, like what if he was dating someone (the reader) before the calamity, WHAT IF THEY WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED OR SOMETHING. But then he DIED. And does he remember them?? Are they still alive because of some kind of time travel thing or using purahs anti ageing rune, and if they ARE will the two of them still be in love? Because Wild has this thing where he doesn't feel like hes the same person as Link before the calamity, so would they still love him as a different person? Would he love them? If they we're still together they'd have to constantly reassure him that they love who he is now, and it doesn't matter that he's not exactly the same Link, because poor boy is insecure. Or what if they're just straight up dead. They died while he was asleep in the shrine and he only has memories of them and SADNESS. Anyway do whatever you want with it, have fun with the angst.

~ 🍀

This could go a lot of ways, all of them lead to Wild feeling a lot of pain. I think that assuming the reader and Wildnwere engaged that Robbie and whoever else carried Link to the shrine would have left the ring on him, out of respect.

So there's a fun angst right there.

Second chances are still good (Wild)

Pairing: Wild x reader

Summary: You were lost in the devastating period after the calamity, Wild has never truly remembered you... But when he meets a familiar face- it's hard to function.

Warnings:

Other: Reincarnation, second chances, soulmates

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Wild has a ring he almost never looks at, he wears it on a gerudo gold chain, one that's enchanted to be unbreakable. He only shakes his head when others send him a questioning look about it.

If he's honest- he doesn't know why he keeps it. He barley remembers the fiance he had before the calamity. He's seen your grave, you died in what must have been the aftermath of the calamity, within the first few years.

But he still has flashes of your laugh and your eyes, even with everything else missing.

So he ignores it. As all sane and mentaly healthy people would do.

He has a soulmark- everyone does. Though his has always been vibrant- he assumes it's because he met you while you lived.

His soulmark is your favorite flower with his favorite flower tied up in blue ribbon. And to this day, he's never seen one that matches it.

Settled in Hateno, though he sees it, the tank top the person wears only serves to show off the exact match to his soul mark.

But you're dead.

What is he supposed to do?

"Hey, I don't mean to bother you, but can you help me find something?" The person asks, their eyes just like your's. Their voice a replica.

This isn't okay.

How can you hurt him? If he barely remembers you?

He nods, finding his words failing him.

"Thank you!" The person smiles, "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

He blinks, once, twice, and a third time. The figure is still there, and still almost an exact replica of you.

"What- are we looking for?" He manages, trying not to laugh at the absurd nature of life.

"A ring - it's a a family heirloom... I think my niece ran off with it." You shake your head, turning from him towards the river that runs the town.

"A- ring?"

"Yeah. It's gold, with a small diamond and a ruby on either side of the main gem... My great, great aunt owned it first. "

"Your- wow." Wild says, more family with the ring than he knows how to tell you. He sees the same ring in dreams.

"Mhhm." You mumble in agreement.

You turn back to face him, and he sees it then. Your soulmark-

On your right upper arm is the mark.

It matches his completed.

You have a soul mark to match Wild's.

What?

That's not right.

The figure before him- you... You shouldn't have his soulmatk at all.

Unless-

He's heard of reincarnation. The idea that soulmates reincarnate together.

Coul you be- his lost lover?

Your shift, drawing Wild's attention back to the present.

"Are you okay?" Your voice asks.

"Uh- yeah... Just... Your soul mark-"

You seem unbothered by the remark, "I've seen you talking to Purah. You must have seen it in her old pictures."

"Her old- what?"

You just smile, "Purah swears up and down. I'm the reincarnated version of the family member who owned the ring first. I'm not so convinced. "

"Purah thinks what?"

Purah thinks it could be you - really you? And you don't even remember last time? That seems oddly kind of the godess to give to Wild.

"But... I have dreams. And in them the ruins are whole... and I swear I knee the hero in them. But that's just dreams."

"No... (Y/n)..." Wild says softer. "I think they're memories."

You snort, disbelieving and confused.

"Memories?"

"What's me name, (Y/n)?" Wild asks, not caring if he sounds deranged.

"You didn't tell me."

"You know it though."

You stare at him as if confused. Sometimes turning over and over in your head.

But you know him. You don't want to admit it. But you do know him.

He's the man in your dreams. His eyes a unique blue you've only seen in your dreams.

You should probably be more freaked out.

"Link." You say after a breath, "your name is Link.

He nods, looking relieved at the name.

"I- there's a lot to explain. "

"I have a sudden headache, please don't right now." You say, putting one hand to your forehead.

"Would you maybe like to get dinner after we find the ring?"

"I'm not who I was last time." You say simply.

"I'm not either." He says, "I really am not."

"Okay." You say with a slow sigh.

"Thabk you... Let's go find that ring for you."

"Thanks, Link."

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu wild #lu wild x reader #🍀 anon

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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im like a sucker for ANY felix anything btws, <333 so like idol!reader coming home tired after having to do promos for there groups cb. and felix yk comforting the reader (extra kiss and kisses and cuddle pls),i suck at requst,so um

xoxo, bonnie

You‘re my home~

Lee Felix x reader

!!fem pronouns used | idol!reader | mentions of kissing | reader takes a bath (is naked) in front of Felix but nothing comes from it | just some fluff!!

A/n: thank you for your request!!! It was fun to write and I hope you like it. I also hope it’s the amount of cuddles and kisses that you wanted :) i wasn’t sure if you wanted Felix to be an idol too so I tried to make it possible for the reader to imagine that he either is an idol or not lol.

Have fun reading!!

Felix was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment. He watched some TV but payed less attention to it since he watched TikTok’s on his phone,the tv causing comfortable background noise. Even tho he didn’t really pay attention to his surroundings,he clearly heard the cracking sounds of the door. He threw away his phone and jumped up,running towards the door. His eyes light up as he saw that you were there,taking off your shoes and your jacket. „Y/n~“ he said and smiled brightly while he hugged you tightly. You smiled a bit too but Felix noticed that something was off. „Is everything okay,love?“ he asked while looking at you,his arms still wrapped around your body. „Mhhm“ you nodded. „just a hard day at the entertainment“ Felix nodded and took your hand. „Don’t worry,I got you“ he said while he guided you to the living room. „Did you eat something yet?“ he asked with a slight worried face. You shook your head. „Okay listen up. I‘ll go now and prepare a warm bath for you and then we can make you some food“ you smiled at him and went to the bathroom with him. „Thank you Lixie~“ you said while kissing his cheek.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin as you sat down in the warm,comforting water. „Wanna talk about your day?“ Felix asked. You told him to not leave your side because you simply just needed him. Your day could’ve been so much more exhausting and Felix would’ve still made you accept and forget everything. „we took care of our comeback today“ Felix took a bathtub sponge and started to softly brush over your skin while you kept on telling him about your day. „we filmed the last parts of our m/v and right after that we filmed the dance practice video and next week we will have to perform our songs at many shows and comeback stages.“ Felix made little sounds of agreement while you talked. He knew how you felt. He lived with you for so long,it wasn’t new that you came home tired and exhausted. He was always ready to give you everything you needed when you felt like that. You worked so hard to reach your dreams,you deserved the world in his eyes.

„Did you have fun tho?“ he asked while he put shampoo onto your head and softly started to massage the shampoo into your hair,also pressuring your head comfortably. „Yeah of course…it’s not like I’m complaining yk? I want to do this and I love it…it’s just exhausting sometimes.“ Felix washed out the shampoo after some time wich made you sigh. He always knew the best temperature for you. „You’re doing good and I’m really proud. Sometimes I can’t even believe that you‘re mine when I see you at all of those events“ you giggled slightly. „I‘m all yours and I wouldn’t change it for anything in this world“ Felix placed a big long kiss on your lips and ended it with a "mmmwah" sound wich caused you to smile. „I’ll go and start to prepare the food now,alright? You can take your time here“ you nodded at him and enjoyed your bath for a few more minutes,breathing in deeply.

Felix prepared your fav food meanwhile. He bought all the ingredients yesterday when he went to the store to get some stuff. He planned to make it for you when you need it and he decided that it’s definitely time for that now.

You took little steps into the kitchen and sat down on one of the seats at the counter,watching your boyfriend cook for you. Once he was done,he placed the plate with food in front of you and sat down next to you. You both started to eat,enjoying each other’s company while enjoying the tasty food. The playlist,wich Felix made for you,softly playing in the background since he turned it on before you went to the bathroom.

Once you were done with eating and had no more space for more food,you picked up the plates and sat them down in the sink,pouring a little bit of water on them. Felix wanted to do that for you but you insisted to do that since he did so much for you today.

When you were satisfied with how clean the plates were,you joined Felix on the couch. He smiled as he saw you and opened his arms,a blanket wrapped around him wich he opened for you too. You giggled and laid down,into his arms wich wrapped around you shortly after,just like the blanket wich he wrapped around himself and you after you held onto him tightly. You snuggled into him further and looked up to him. He smiled happily and kissed your forehead. „I love you so much Lix“ you said. „I love you too y/n“ he said and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was gentle and soft,kind of matching the rhythm of the song that played in the back.

You were genuinely happy in that moment. Everything felt so comforting and nice. The warmth of the blanket and Felix’s body wich was pressed against you firmly. The music playing in the back wich you almost blurred out completely,yet it was still important for the moment since it was the cherry on top to make it perfect. And of course the warmth of Felix‘s plush and soft lips pressing against yours,moving slowly. No matter how often you two already kissed,it always left soft tingles in your lip area just like it left tons of butterflies in your stomach.

Your lips left his as you had to catch breath again. The two of you were still looking at each other wich changed as your eyes wandered down a little bit. His freckles were so cute in your opinion. Your eyes traveled along the little points just as your fingertips. It was just like he had little stars on his cheek wich was kinda funny since he truly was your universe.

You smiled brightly as your eyes stopped at the little special freckle. It was the one that had the shape of a heart. Your fingertip softly brushed over it. Shortly after that you saw how his freckles moved wich was caused by Felix’s smile. You looked at him fully again and your heart melted. He looked so adorable with that smile on his face. He moved a little and placed a kiss on your nose and then on your cheek. „Now I won’t doubt anymore that you love me“ he said and laughed. „Why?“ you asked,his laugh making you giggle too. „Even someone that’s blind could tell that you love me after how you observed me“ your cheeks turned slightly read since you didn’t really realise that you looked at him the whole entire time.

You laid between his arms,head resting against his. His breath was tickling a few of your hairs wich he played with. Your arms already found their way around his body just like his still laid around your body. You two we‘re tangled up on each other like it’s impossible to part you. You moved a little more downwards and rested your head on his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and started to stroke your hair. Felix hummed along with the song that was currently playing in the back. You felt the vibrations of his voice wich were softly going through your body right into your heart,filling it with love and joy. He even started to sing a long with his favourite song as you started to doze off. His calm and deep voice comforted you so much in this moment that it sent you to sleep instantly. After all that happened today,after all the stress and the exhausting activities,it felt like it was a good day. The best day in a long time.

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 1 year

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Lifelines and crutches made out of equally bereft people pt.2

[SHORT READ | Character study] The final half of a two-part series, exploring Barty and Regulus' codependent friendship.

Thank you, @reggies-fake-horcrux for fueling my writing sprints. I love your mind so much.

Link to the first one, click here.

Barty

Regulus was the wintry chill that danced upon his marked skin, telling him, there was something else to feel other than all-consuming anger. In their own twistedly somber bubble, Regulus offered him his own version of solace.

Barty was drawn to his given acceptance of his mangled humanity, no matter how bad it got. Though, at first, he didn’t know what to do with it. It was a stark and terrifying difference from his father’s reactionary violence, towards anything that stepped slightly out of line. Anything that wasn’t “right”. Regulus truly looked at him. Saw the seeds of rage, sprouting from the bruises his father left him—took in the resulting desire to burn things down in return. He looked at his own twisted glee in finding blood (that finally wasn’t his) on his hands; he bore witness to Barty’s acts of bastardry, a clear message of loathing for his father’s relentless pursuit of lawful purity and militant morality. And still, his friend offered his company as a place of respite.

Regulus was still waters to his burning rage and manic rebellion.

It all began when he came back to Hogwarts from a badly spent holiday at home. Inside the dorms, Regulus took one look at him and went—

we don’t need to belong to people like them.

- fuck off, black. . . . . - your mum? mhhm. . . . . your father, no? - yeah. okay. anyone but them, then.

And so, they belonged to each other.

Barty had made a home inside Regulus’ shadows — in his darkness. He trusted in Regulus’ sharp nails digging at the back of his neck, dragging him away when he got too violent. Learned to let himself heal, when it was Regulus’ magic, sweeping over lash marks from his father’s attempts at exorcising his sins. Regulus was his own stopgap towards a fully realized anger for all his father stood for. The only one, rigorously pulling him back from burning himself to death.

In return, Regulus was his first attempt at kindness, the effort to be… gentle, in his own brash way of doing so — because his friend was never treated as much, and he, himself, was never given the chance to give out something that wasn’t cruelty.

When Barty saw Regulus slipping away before his eyes, he let him be. Half committed to a cause he took on to save his brother’s soul and please his family. He let him go.

Over the years, Barty realized that his friend had been slowly dying the moment they met as Slytherins. Only seeming to die faster when they bore the marks of the Dark Lord. For some foolish reason he had hoped this newfound purpose would've breathed life back into him. But Regulus was barely present. Barely grounded. Having lost his brother as a tether. For a while Barty had kept him alive. Just as Regulus had kept him so.

Now, left alone, he finds himself with no restraint. No reason. No tether because Regulus was his.

His flames reach a crescendo, due to a misguided rage. He kills himself and so many others along the way. He gives his fires for a madman to use.

When he's finally gotten as far away from his father as he could, he dies a soulless husk. Burnt out.

#regulus black #barty crouch junior #slytherin skittles #bartylus #regulus headcanon #my writing #barty headcanon #regulus and evan and barty #slytherin boys #regulus arcturus black #regulus black is unwell #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders fic #jegulus #slytherin house

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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robin and y/n had been hiding their feelings for eachother until the night after going to the Creel house y/n goes to the bathroom only to be greeted with Robin waiting outside for her (possible smut idk if you donthay though)

now or never

pairing: robin buckley x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers!, fluff

summary: robin checks up on you in the bathroom

A/N: i don’t do smut so it’s just all fluffy. sorry if this is short jhshdhjdie and i made a teeny tiny change on your request hope that’s okay.

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You and the rest of the gang arrive at the Wheeler’s house and go straight to the basement. You all decided to go to the Creels’ abandoned house and take a look, hoping to find some things that could help connect with the current events happening in Hawkins.

You drop your bag and flashlight on the floor beside the stairs, you sigh as you rub your exhausted eyes. You see your friends sit on a circle, Robin looks at you and pats on the space beside her, motioning you to sit. “What we know now is that Vecna has already appeared long ago and came back now - he like hibernated or something” Dustin starts.

Max nods, “and we know that there’s a pattern to his victims and also how they have symptoms”.

“Yeah but that’s not enough, we need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible and kill him. This needs to end before he takes you Max” Nancy says, everyone’s concerned eyes landing on Max.

You cover your face with your hands and try to process everything’s that’s happening. You feel a light nudge on your side, you remove your hands and look at Robin, “is everything alright?” she asks.

“Mhhm, just uhm tired and stuff” you reply.

“Hey Nance, mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” you say as you stand up.

“Sure go ahead”

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You were all divided in the Creel house and went to different parts of the house, you and Steve, Robin and Nancy, and Dustin, Lucas, and Max came together.

Nancy and Robin went upstairs to go check the rooms, you look at Robin as her figure disappears off your sight. “You know, staring at her won’t do anything. Stop being a creep and just talk to her” Steve says. You turn to look at Steve and sigh, “gotta say the same thing for you, you’re eyes never left Nancy as well”

Steve and well, the rest of the gang knows your feelings for each other. They play matchmakers and try to make one of you confess, but no matter how much they try, you both seem to be such cowards and hide your feelings instead.

“Just so you know, Steve and I are just friends. Our relationship is platonic with a capital P” Robin says as she rummage through an old bedroom.

“Uhm, you didn't have to tell me but I know, you guys are just friends” Nancy replies. She goes to Robin and take a look if she found anything, “I also know that your feelings for Y/N is not platonic” she teases.

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“What’s taking her so long?” Robin says, worried. The rest shrugs as they look over the bathroom, you’ve been there for a while now. An uneasy look falls on their faces, causing Robin to finally go and check up on you.

Looking at your reflection on the mirror, you splash some water on your face and try freshen up a little. You lean on the sink and stare at the water droplets dripping out of the faucet - your mind filled with worry.

You hear a soft knock on the door, “Y/N, it’s Robin. You good in there?”.

You open it and she suddenly enters inside, closing the door with her foot. “I’m good. W-what are you doing here inside?”.

“G-good, thought you got cursed by Vecna” She replies, leaning on the cold tiled-wall. “Look, it may not be the right time but I’ve been meaning to tell you something” she adds.

“What is it?”

Robin crosses her arms, “I like you, Y/N. For a quite a long time now, I figured that I should tell you now and not hide how I feel anymore. Especially given the circumstances, I-I don’t know what could happen. It’s kinda like a now or never situation you know?”

She pauses for a while, “I love how you make everyone’s day brighter, how you look after your friends, how-”

You cut her off, lips on hers and hands on the walls - trapping her. You pull away and smile, “I like you too. If we finally kill Vecna and hopefully live, let’s go and watch Tom Cruise’s new movie. What do you think?”.

Robin straightens up and wraps her arms around your waist - you do the same, “I think that’s a wonderful idea”

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things scenarios #stranger things headcannons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things oneshot #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley scenarios #maya hawke #maya hawke x reader

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borathae · 1 year

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↳ Index [Chapter 17 - Blurry]

Warnings: Fluff, Smut & Angst, besties it’s the best of all worlds, the beginning has me kicking my feet, the middle part has me on my knees, the ending rips me apart, Rough Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, the sex goes from a zero to a hundred real quick, body worshipping, rough jealousy sex, consensual mind control (he tells her to orgasm each time he bites her), biting, blood drinking, blood like there is lots of it jfadj, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he degrades her in a loving way, he calls her good girl & needy girl, he is also really possessive over her jsjs, his huge cock makes an appearance, he fucks her stupid with it, he is legit so rough with her, a full on animal, like besties omfg

Wordcount: 13.6k

a/n: there are no notes, i’m in shambles. be prepared for an emotional rollercoaster

You wake up to Yoongi and Jungkook spooning. Yoongi is holding your hand while his body is cradled against Jungkook’s bigger frame. They are so cute. You stifle a giggle at the view, feeling fuzzy in fondness. Yoongi wakes because of it, fluttering his lids a few times before he finally focuses his gaze on you. He smiles.

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, wiggling once now that he realises in what sort of position he finds himself in.

“Good morning”, you whisper, snickering.

“Morning”, he mumbles and tries to push off Jungkook’s arm. It backfires as Jungkook proceeds to close his arm around him tightly and throw his leg over him, quite literally keeping him in a lock.

“Help”, Yoongi gets out, getting smothered under Jungkook.

The view is so adorable that you can’t help but laugh, shimmying closer until you can kiss his barely visible nose. It is the only thing still sticking out now that Jungkook is squishing Yoongi’s face into the pillow and nuzzles his own face into him. Yoongi wiggles, whining your name.

“You’re so cute”, you say, settling back to gaze at them.

You know that he doesn’t actually need your help. He is stronger than Jungkook and if he actually didn’t want to be snuggled, he would make sure that Jungkook knows. His little whines are just for show.

They manage to wake Jungkook however, who flinches awake. He sits up straight, staring at the wall with widened eyes.

“You okay?” you ask him, watching him blink in confused sleepiness.

“Mh, hm, mhhm”, he lets out, blinking quickly.

“That's how he wakes up. He's so weird”, Yoongi says.

“Mhm not weird”, Jungkook gets out as he yawns. He drops back into the pillow and snuggles his nose into Yoongi’s neck as he purrs loudly, draping his limbs back around him.

Yoongi huffs out air and pouts, but stays still otherwise.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, petting Jungkook’s lower arm.

“So well”, he mumbles, “did you sleep well too?”

“So good, yeah.”

“Yeah. God Kook, wanna let me go now?” Yoongi asks in a chuckle.

“No. You’re so soft”, Jungkook says, squeezing Yoongi tightly, “you’re like a soft squishy toy.”

“Really? That’s what you wanna go with?” Yoongi asks and pouts, “tzt stupid.”

“You guys are so cute”, you gush.

Jungkook lifts his head, smiling at you with his eyes.

“You are so pretty”, he says.

“I am? But I just woke up.”

“So?”

You fluster, “you’re both sweet talker”, you mumble.

Yoongi chuckles fondly, running his fingers down your temple. Jungkook settles back against Yoongi, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Should we do something today?” he asks.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask.

“Don’t know. Just do something fun. Like hang out in bed all day or something.”

You snicker, “this does sound like fun, doesn’t it?”

“I would love to, but I have to meet up with Carla today. She’ll help me track down the last of Namjoon’s goons. Given how Charles’ clue was useless, I hope to get more information out of them today”, Yoongi says.

“So unfair, I wanted to cuddle”, Jungkook whines, rubbing himself against Yoongi like a snuggly cat.

“Same”, you whine, shimmying closer until you can snuggle into Yoongi’s chest.

Yoongi laughs, “you two are unbelievable.”

“You love it, be honest”, you mumble.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, petting the back of your head. He cranes his neck to leave a kiss on the crown of your head then goes to kiss Jungkook’s arm. He doesn’t need to do more for the both of you to know that he is enjoying every second of it.

“I really gotta get up now”, he says.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes princess, I do”, Yoongi chuckles, “and you guys should too.”

“But it’s comfy.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi warns.

“Hmpf so unfair”, Jungkook mumbles, peeling himself off of Yoongi, “can I take a shower first?” he asks as he rolls out of bed and then stretches his arms over his head. He makes a loud squeaking sound as he stretches, squeezing his eyes shut. He ends the stretch with a low grunt and a content “good stretch.”

Then he scratches his tummy, looking at you and Yoongi in anticipation.

“Yeah sure, go ahead. Don’t take an hour though”, Yoongi says.

“Yeah, yeah”, Jungkook dismisses him, disappearing in the bathroom just moments later.

So now it’s just the two of you. Yoongi looks at you and rolls you to your back, placing himself atop of you to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you for last night”, he says.

“What do you mean?” you ask, heart fluttering like crazy.

“Just, I don’t know, last night was really nice.”

“It was. You were so hot when you were whining.”

Yoongi squints his eyes, making you laugh with it.

“I’m serious. I think that you’re really hot whenever you’re being all squirmy and vocal.”

“Tch, you’re so weird”, he mumbles.

You roll your eyes fondly.

Yoongi rests his head on your shoulder, stubbing your neck with his nose.

“I wanna be like this forever”, he confesses.

“Yeah? So you’re not gonna get up today, mhm?”

“No, I just meant. Forget it, it’s dumb.”

You smile, hugging him tightly.

“I wanna be like this forever too, my love”, you say, braiding your fingers through his hair, “don’t take it the wrong way, but this is what I had in mind when I pictured our journey. Just you and I sharing nice moments.”

“Are you disappointed in how it’s actually going?”

“No, of course not. I’m just happy to be with you and Kook and the others.”

“Mhm.”

You smile, “I have to thank you for last night as well. I feel so spoiled. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure that the sex I’m having is real.”

“Why?”

“Just that, I don’t know, I feel like a priority and not just a piece of meat”, you say, “the encounters I had before you guys made me feel as if my purpose is to please without receiving anything because that’s what a girl’s supposed to do. But I don’t feel like this with you guys. It’s really nice.”

Yoongi lifts his head, staring at you with darkened eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

“Who made you feel that way? Tell me their names. I’ll make them fucking pay”, he grumbles, furrowing his brows.

“My love, no”, you crack up, squishing his cheeks, “that was years ago and I’m okay.”

Yoongi relaxes, exhaling deeply.

“Good, that’s yeah”, he clears his throat, “yeah that’s good.”

“You silly kitten, you don’t have to protect me all the time”, you coo, caressing his brows.

“No, I do. Don’t be fucking ridiculous”, he insists, hiding his face back in the crook of your neck. He closes his arm around your head, tickling your skin by huffing out air.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, caressing his arm, “my strong prince.”

“Mhm”, he snuggles closer, “pet my hair.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Pet my hair”, he orders, stubbing you with his nose, “please.”

“Like this?” you ask him, running your fingers through his messy and incredibly soft hair.

“Yes. Good”, he whispers, purring seconds later.

“You’re so cute”, you say, heart fluttering in your chest.

Jungkook leaves the bathroom when you and Yoongi are almost asleep again. It is you who opens your eyes first, looking at Jungkook. He is naked, drying his hair by rubbing a towel over it. He hasn’t looked at you yet, strutting through the room with confidence.

“The shower’s empty now”, he says.

Yoongi stirs beside you. His purring stops. He inhales deeply and opens his eyes, lifting his head a second later. It forces your hand to slip from his head and land on his back instead.

“Were you sleeping?” Jungkook gasps.

“No. No we weren’t”, Yoongi lies, sitting up with a groan, “I’m taking a shower now. Or do you want to first?”

“No go ahead, the shower’s all yours”, you assure him.

Yoongi rolls off of bed, soon disappearing in the bathroom. And with that, you and Jungkook are left alone in Yoongi’s room, while behind closed doors the water runs.

Jungkook giggles, getting under the sheets with you and scooting closer.

“I’m really happy”, he confesses.

“Me too.”

He takes your hand and rests his cheek on it.

“You feel so good.”

“Really?” you feel yourself fluster, “this is so sweet, thank you.”

“Last night was my first time with a human where I didn’t need to be restrained. I still can’t believe that I was able to experience it with you”, he says, eyes sparkling like crazy.

“I’m happy too, Kookie. You were amazing.”

“I was?” he gasps.

“Of course you were. You felt so good.”

“Even when I unhinged my jaw?”

You snicker, “that’s still really funny to me. I didn’t even know that you guys could do that.”

“Me neither until I accidentally did it during a hunt once. I guess your boobies are really yummy to me”, he says, scrunching his nose up, “that was so embarrassing, I’m sorry for saying that”, he says, giggling cutely.

“You’re so cute, Kookie.”

He grins, wiggling his shoulders.

“Sorry for the feeding by the way, I know that must have been really weird. But I kind of spiralled when I finally slipped inside. You were so warm.”

“It was actually really hot.”

Jungkook widens his eyes.

“Don’t say anything. I know that I have issues”, you murmur, sending him a defeated pout.

He laughs, pressing a quick peck to your knuckles.

“You don’t. I actually think it’s kinda hot that you think it’s hot.”

“Okay good”, you say and chuckle.

As does Jungkook. He presses a second kiss to your knuckles afterwards, resting his cheek on them. He gives you a cute bunny smile, the kind which makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You retort it, getting lost in his eyes.

“I was a little rough, wasn’t I?” he asks.

“Yeah right?” you agree, “when you pinned me down, that was really hot.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm yeah”, you shimmy closer, running your fingertips up and down his pec. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, “I like it when you guys use your strength on me. You can definitely pin me down more often. Or, like, throw me around in general.”

Jungkook licks his lips, letting out a soft sound. He presses his legs together, squirming softly.

“Why?” you ask him as you watch it happening.

“It’s just…you’re really hot when you say stuff like that”, he confesses.

You chuckle fondly, “I’m just telling the truth.”

“You’re seriously so hot”, Jungkook whispers, earning himself a soft kiss from you.

“You’re so cute”, you say, caressing his cheek.

Jungkook scrunches his nose up, letting out happy little sounds. He shimmies closer, wiggling his toes under the sheets. He likes this so much. He is so happy that he can spend time with you that way. This is everything he dreamt of.

“I’m happy that I met Yoongi”, he confesses, “I think I lied to you when I said that I couldn’t imagine being together with a man, because I’m really happy that I met Yoongi.”

“I’m happy too. He’s helped you so much.”

“Yes, he has. I still feel really drawn to you and your smell is so addictive. But most days, I can control my instincts now. They don’t control me anymore in everyday life and I know you’ll never really get it, but it feels so relieving”, he says with his eyes becoming glassy in emotion.

“I do get you, I really do. I know I won’t ever know how a Ripper truly feels, but I can imagine how exhausting and lonely it must be.”

“It’s literally suffocating. There were days where I wanted to turn off my emotions because it was too much.”

“I guess that explains why so many of you guys end up turning off your emotions.”

“I understand them and I think without Yoongi, I would have ended up just like them”, he says and sighs sadly, “I lived a third of my life in sewers”, he confesses.

“In sewers?”

He nods his head.

“I hid from the humans and the sewers were the only place where I didn’t smell their blood. You know, the stench masked it.”

“God, I’m so sorry.”

“Whenever I felt weakened by hunger, I cried because that meant I had to leave the tunnels and kill someone again and I didn’t want to do that.”

“I can imagine how hard that must have been.”

“It was. There were days where I forced myself to hide until the very last moment where I could barely even move an inch because I was so hungry. And, and on those days I killed more than one person. I knew it was because I starved myself and I hated myself so much that I cried until I passed out.”

“Oh, Kookie.”

“Jin hyung found me in the late seventies. He bathed me, clothed me and took me into his home and then he tried to help me with my instincts as best as possible.”

“That sounds wonderful, Kookie. I bet you were so relieved to finally have someone who helped you.”

“I was. I was so relieved”, he smiles, “I love Jin hyung so much. He taught me how to eat blood from a bag. I always ended up lashing out and hurting him during the process. And I felt so guilty and bad afterwards, but Jin hyung never scolded me or told me that he was angry. Even if I bit him or broke his bones, he was never angry at me and I finally had a home and, and family and I just”, he spills tears, “I love him so much.”

“I love him too, Kookie. He is so precious.”

“He is”, Jungkook smiles, “and now Yoongi hyung is training me and he actually knows how it is to be a Ripper and I learned so much from him. Jin hyung saved me, but Yoongi hyung freed me and I’m so happy to have met them.”

You scoot closer until you can give his lips a kiss.

“I’m seriously so happy for you”, you whisper, “you deserve to have them in your life. I can’t wait for the day where you mastered everything. Seriously, I’m so happy that you and Yoongi found each other.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your cheekbone.

“Do you love him?” he asks.

“Yes, so much.”

“I love him too. He accepted me for who I am, you did too.”

“Of course I did Kook, you’re so loveable.”

“Oh”, he lowers his eyes, “what the hell, don’t say that. I’ll actually blush.”

“You’re cute Kook”, you say, pinching his cheek.

Jungkook giggles and kisses you. Deeply, gently and with little giggles rumbling in his chest. You kiss him back. Passionately, slowly and with giggles just as happy leaving you. He rolls you onto your back and gets atop of you while you hook your arms behind his back. And so it happens that you and Jungkook are kissing under the sheets, both naked and with your limbs entangling closely.

You lose track of time during that kiss until Yoongi comes back. You don’t hear him come in, but Jungkook does. He ends up breaking the kiss just to turn his head and look at Yoongi. You are resting sideways again. Jungkook has his knee between your legs. His skin is damp because of you.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just getting my stuff.”

You grin, snuggling into Jungkook’s chest whilst gazing at Yoongi.

“You were really fast.”

“I actually wasn’t, you guys just made out for twenty minutes.”

“Geez, we did?” you gasp, “well damn, I lost track of time completely.”

“Me too. I was so lost in the kiss.”

You and Jungkook exchange a love drunk look.

“I don’t want to eat you”, Jungkook confesses, “how is that possible?”

“Because you have my blood inside your system. It’s gonna keep you satisfied for longer. Don’t try to fuck though, that’s not gonna work”, Yoongi explains as he snatches his rings from the bedside table in the meantime, now turning to leave.

But Jungkook isn’t having it. He tugs Yoongi back, forcing him to fall on top of Jungkook.

“Don’t do that”, he grumbles, but gladly lets the younger vampire manhandle his body so Yoongi would be resting in the middle of you and Jungkook.

The latter currently leans down to claim Yoongi’s lips in a surprise kiss. And Yoongi reacts accordingly, widening his eyes while his hands open and close as they can’t decide whether to hold Jungkook’s hands or not.

Jungkook breaks the kiss with a smile. He only has to send you one look for you to know what to do.

You shimmy closer and cup Yoongi’s face between your hands just so you can kiss him deeply.

Yoongi lets out a shuddering breath, blinking quickly while his fingers still decide whether they want to hold Jungkook’s hands or not.

You break the kiss, caressing his flushed cheeks.

“Don’t do that. Both of you.”

“Shush, accept it”, you say, kissing his lips softly.

Yoongi sighs, closing his fingers around Jungkook’s hands.

Jungkook nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck, giving the flustered vampire loving neck kisses.

“Guys, the time”, Yoongi sighs, shivering.

“You’re so sweet”, you mumble, kissing him lovingly.

“So sweet”, Jungkook agrees, now kissing Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi makes a sound. A deep purr. Then he squirms, not to escape but to get more comfortable. You break the kiss, giving him a sweet smile instead. Yoongi retorts it, feeling good doing so.

“You two are brats”, he says fondly, faltering in his smile when Jungkook drags his lips down his neck again.

“No, we’re not”, you giggle, “we just love you.”

Yoongi widens his eyes.

“Yeah, love you”, Jungkook murmurs, nibbling on Yoongi’s earlobe so good his once widened eyes falter with keeping open.

He huffs out air, “whatever”, he says defeated. He is way too soft for you and Jungkook. You could get him to do anything.

“Mhm, I gotta go now though”, you say, pecking Yoongi’s lips, “I feel so sticky from last night”, you say, rolling out of bed even if you don’t want to.

“Should we play guitar?” you hear Yoongi ask Jungkook and then you close the door on them.

You felt happy before your shower, but feel even better afterwards. The water was warm and the soap made your skin smell so nice. It was also very nice not to feel sticky anymore. As much as you love feeling the remnants of good sex on your skin, there is a limit on how long you want it sticking to you. It feels good to be clean again.

You leave the bathroom after doing your skincare and brushing your teeth, wearing a towel around your body.

Yoongi is playing the guitar while a finally dressed Jungkook rests on his tummy next to him, cheeks squished between his hands and eyes glued to Yoongi’s fingers. He is singing to the melodies Yoongi plays, swaying from side to side. Yoongi shifts his eyes to you, following you through the room as you pick out some clothes to wear.

He looks at his guitar when you open the towel, wanting to give you privacy. You return to the bed once you are dressed, sitting down on the edge of it and kissing Yoongi’s cheek.

“You guys sound so good”, you tell them.

Jungkook stops singing to instead smile at you. Yoongi continues to play, lowering the volume so you could talk comfortably.

“You think so?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah. You are both so talented”, you say, busying yourself with putting on your earrings, “are you guys both meeting with Carla?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. When will you leave?”

“Lunchtime.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Why?”

“I plan on meeting with Tae later. I texted him and he told me that he has Charles’ place for himself this afternoon, so I plan on spending time with him.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Make sure to stay with him.”

“I will, don’t worry”, you promise Yoongi, “I could also talk to him about you, Kook. If you want to.”

Jungkook lowers his head, “you don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t mind, seriously. I’ll tell him that he shouldn’t be such an idiot and talk to you.”

“So you also think that he's pretending?”

“It has to be. What you told me doesn’t sound like Tae.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchange a look. So you are on the same page than them.

“I mean”, Jungkook scratches his neck, “I guess, if you want to”, he mumbles.

“Yeah? Then I’ll talk to him.”

Jungkook nods his head, lowering it shyly afterwards.

“Okay then. I’ll text Tae that I’m coming over later”, you say.

“Yeah okay”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“But for now, I wanna listen to you guys”, you say, letting yourself fall into the sheets. You rest your head on Yoongi’s knee, closing your eyes.

Moments later the room fills with the sounds of Yoongi’s guitar.

Jungkook closes the distance between you and him, running his palm up and down your tummy.

You glance at him. He is smiling so brightly that his cute teeth are on full display.

You reach down and caress his cheek, retorting his smile.

“I’m happy”, he says.

Your smile grows, while Yoongi’s face lights up in fondness.

“I’m happy too, Kookie”, you say.

Yoongi changes songs. The melody he chooses to play is cheerful and light.

“I was so sad yesterday, but I’m not anymore. Thank you guys for cheering me up.”

“Hey, don’t. We’ll always be there for you.”

“Hehe”, Jungkook giggles and tilts his head to the side, “I’m still upset about it though, but it’s better than yesterday.”

“This is totally valid. The situation is really sucky”, you say.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says and huffs out air, “it’s what I get for dating around.”

You chuckle, but caress his cheek to let him know that you were there for him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says, “I don’t know why you felt the need to date around either way.”

“Hey”, you nudge his knee, but Jungkook doesn’t seem offended.

“Maybe I just wanted to know how it is. I never had that before. I was really curious and it felt nice to date someone”, he says and rests his head on your tummy, looking at the ceiling that way.

“Yeah well, you shouldn’t do that. Date around. It’ll only get you hurt.”

“You’re not helping, love”, you say, glancing up at Yoongi.

He is pouting, “I just mean that…that…” he stops playing to instead rub the side of his neck, “you’ve got us. ___ and me, yeah. We won’t leave. Uhm. Yeah. Don’t date around. You don’t need to. You’ve got, you know…us, you’ve got us”, Yoongi reaches out and nudges Jungkook’s cheek, “whatever, you fucking know what I meant”, he hisses and looks to the side.

You and Jungkook stare at Yoongi with big eyes. Not a day will go by where his awkward yet terribly sweet confessions of love won’t surprise you. And also leave you incredibly soft for him.

“You are so cute”, you breathe, feeling giddy all over.

“Yoongi”, Jungkook whispers and sits up.

Yoongi lowers his head, picking at the guitar strings nervously. It fills the air with random, nonsensical notes.

“I love you too, Yoongi”, Jungkook says and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

It moves Yoongi’s head to the side in a soft nudge. His hair falls into his eyes from the movements but Yoongi fixes it with a gentle shake of his head. He meets Jungkook’s gaze with shy eyes.

“Heh”, Jungkook lets out and grins, tilting his head to the side.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and brushes his hand over Jungkook’s soft cheek. He traces his lips with his thumb, allowing Jungkook to take the hint and lean in for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, you could watch how greedy Yoongi was for it as he tilted his head and welcomed Jungkook with parted lips. It feels nice to watch it happening. They look really good when they’re kissing.

Their kiss breaks with a soft sigh from both of them. Yoongi nudges Jungkook’s forehead with his own and runs his hand down the side of his neck.

“Thank you”, Jungkook whispers.

“For what?” Yoongi breathes.

“For saying it out loud. I never knew what to make of us.”

“Yeah uhm”, Yoongi clears his throat, “we’re family, right?”

“Yeah, family.”

They break away from each other when you squeak, glancing at you. You are grinning so brightly that your cheeks hurt.

“You guys are the best ever”, you say and giggle, “I think we three fit together so well. Don’t you think?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says and pinches your cheek, “my love.”

“Yeah, so cute”, Jungkook agrees and picks you up in his arms just so he can roll around the sheets with your body locked in a tight grip.

It forces waves of giggles and laughter out of you, making your two vampires laugh right with you.

Today is going to be a good day. You can feel it.

You finish your book once Yoongi and Jungkook leave to meet Carla. You only had a few pages left and wanted to get it done today. Quite frankly it was very nice to read, bundled up in Yoongi’s bed and with his guitar watching over you. It was as if he was still here with you. And it was also really nice to have some alone time. It really recharged you.

It was already dark outside when you decide to leave for Taehyung, which wasn’t that surprising as the days are short at this time of year. It was still a little eerie and so you decided to take a cab to Taehyung with the money Yoongi left for you. You feel safer in a car than on public transport. At least like this, Namjoon or his followers can’t snatch you away. The drive was nice and gave you an opportunity to see a small glimpse of Brussels. Not much, as most of it was hidden in darkness, but you really liked the lights and how they made everything look welcoming.

You pay the driver handsomely and wait until he leaves, jogging up the stairs afterwards.

Charles’ butler James opens the door for you on your second ring, bowing his head at you.

“Good afternoon, Miss. I am afraid I must inform you that Master Charles isn't present as of now. He will return by nightfall” he greets you.

“Good afternoon, It's okay. I’m here to see Taehyung. Is he here?”

“Ah yes. Master Taehyung is in his room upstairs. May I invite you inside?"

“Yes, thank you”, you say, stepping inside.

James closes the door and turns to you.

“May I take your coat and shoes, Miss?”

“Thank you very much”, you tell him, slipping out of them.

James takes your coat, throwing it over his arm and proceeds to present you a pair of fresh felt slippers.

“Thank you”, you accept them.

“May I offer you some refreshments, Miss?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Very well”, he says and bends down to take your shoes. “I will clean them for you. Shall you need me, don’t hesitate to ring for me”, he tells you and disappears in the small butler’s room just by the door.

“Oh? Uhm…thank you”, you say, watching the door close. You shake your head, “that wouldn’t have been necessary”, you murmur, “oh well, let’s find Tae I guess.”

You follow the sound of jazz music, wandering through the hallways in hasty steps. Jazz music can only mean Taehyung. That and classical music. You stop in front of the second door in the left upstairs wing of the house. The door is leaned closed, letting the music escape into the rest of the building. You know that Taehyung wouldn’t mind if you barged into his room without knocking, but you still want to be polite. Maybe you were wrong and there lives someone else in this house who enjoys jazz. Barging into their room announced would be embarrassing.

The door swings open with your third knock, revealing Taehyung in nothing but a silk rope.

“My darling?” he gasps, eyes lighting up, “what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my text.”

“I apologize, I must have left it in the powder room”, Taehyung says, looking over his shoulder at the closed bathroom.

“It’s okay, I just took matters into my own hands. The others are out and I didn’t want to be alone at the hostel. I heard that you have the house for yourself tonight, so I thought that maybe we could spend time together?”

“Of course we can. What a pleasant surprise, my darling. Please come in”, Taehyung says, stepping out of the doorway for you.

“Thank you.”

“Please forgive the darkness in my room. Sometimes I am too lazy to turn the lights on”, he says in a soft chuckle, lighting a few candles quickly.

“It’s okay. I get it. What were you doing anyway?”

“Painting”, Taehyung says, “and drinking, I guess”, he adds, sagging his shoulders. He sits down on the floor. The candles cast dark shadows onto his features.

You join him on the floor, facing him with your legs crossed. He mimics your position, pulling the rope closed in order not to flash you.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him.

“Why do you think that something burdens me?”

“Because you only drink when you are upset. Well, at least wine with blood”, you say, lifting the cruet of blood.

He snatches it away instantly, hiding it behind his back.

“It’s not how it looks, I promise. I asked for consent.”

“Relax, I’m not here to judge. Not for the blood at least.”

“Oh no. This doesn’t sound good. Am I in trouble?”

“You’re not in trouble”, you place your hand on his knee, “Tae, I heard what happened with Jungkook.”

Taehyung lowers his head instantly, shoulders sagging in sadness.

“Darling, I made a mistake”, he confesses.

“Yeah? I’m sure that Kook would love to hear that as well.”

“I can’t talk to him. I made sure of that. I messed it up.”

“I’m sure that Kook is willing to hear you out.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no, I know better. He doesn’t want to see me again.”

“You don’t know that unless you try.”

“Maybe. I don’t know”, Taehyung whispers.

“Tae, may I ask? Why did you push him away in the first place?”

“I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

“Hurt? Why would he get hurt?”

Taehyung hesitates, looking at you with cautious eyes.

“You can trust me”, you assure him.

Taehyung sighs in relief, nodding his head.

“Jimin can get really ugly if he feels threatened", he confesses, "he can be terribly mean to people. Especially if he is jealous. I just”, Taehyung pouts, “I just didn’t want Kook to be involved in fighting. When Jimin pulled me away to talk that night, we had a terrible fight because of Jungkook.”

“You did?”

Taehyung nods his head, “he told me that I had to choose between either him or Jungkook. I can’t lose Jimin again.”

“So you chose him.”

“Yes”, Taehyung barely wants to speak the word, lowering his eyes in shame.

“Oh Taehyung. This is so awful of him to do. Especially to you. You are so full of love for so many people and he shouldn’t ask something so terrible from you.”

“You think so?” Taehyung sounds surprised, lifting his eyes in childish hopefulness.

“Of course I do. You love many people, but you love all of them dearly and truly. And Jimin should know that by now. You don’t love him any less now that you have Kook, do you?”

“Of course I don’t.”

“See? Did you tell Jimin that?”

“No. I was scared that he would yell”, Taehyung confesses and lowers his head.

“I see”, you say, running your hand up and down his thigh soothingly, “should I talk to Jimin?”

“You don’t have to. It will only end in fighting.”

“I can handle Jimin’s bad moods, don’t worry about me”, you tilt his head up with your fingers under his chin, “I hate to see you upset, my darling. Can I truly not talk to him?”

“Perhaps you could try?” Taehyung whispers.

“Yes? Then I will try next time I see him.”

“Thank you so much”, Taehyung says, exhaling in relief, “I missed you so much.”

“Gosh Tae, I missed you too.”

“May I hug you? Please?”

You close the distance between you and him, taking him into a tight hug. Taehyung cradles you against his chest instantly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. He seems to grow softer because of it, tension in his muscles disappearing instantly.

“This is so nice”, he whispers.

“Yes, it really is”, you agree, running your fingers through his hair.

Taehyung nuzzles and sighs, dancing his hands up and down your back. He is so happy to have you with him now. He was so scared that you wouldn’t want to see him anymore. So to have you hold him right now, feels so healing to him.

“I want to stay like this forever”, he confesses, pressing you closer, “you are so warm.”

You smile, nuzzling into his neck. You kiss him gently, basking in the soft sigh he does because of it. This is it. This is the moment you missed so dearly with him. Life was so busy lately and if it wasn’t, he got dragged away by Jimin. And because of it, you missed out on so many sweet, tender moments with Taehyung.

It feels so nice to finally share one again. Nice, but also just a little bit wrong. Wrong, because you were still burdened by a secret. A terrible, terrible secret.

You take a deep breath. You have to tell him. You can’t bear the secrecy anymore. It is weighing you down to the point where it hurts.

“Darling, can I tell you something?” you ask him quietly as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

“Anything, darling”, he assures you.

“But you have to promise me not to get angry, please.”

“I...promise?” he says, putting distance between you and him, “darling, what’s the matter? Why are you making me promise such a thing?”

“Because I’m scared of your reaction.”

“My reaction?”

You nod your head.

“Okay? Tell me, I promise not to get angry”, Taehyung assures you, placing his hand on your knee.

“Okay so uhm. Do you remember the night we went out together?”

“And you got so intoxicated? Of course I can. I was really worried for you.”

"Yeah well, uhm, the truth is. I wasn’t even drunk or on drugs, I was just….scared.”

“Scared? Scared of what?”

You touch the side of your neck, needing it to soothe yourself. You are going to do it. You are going to tell Taehyung. And it’s the scariest thing you have ever done.

“You know how Jimin and I, you know, fucked?”

“Yes, I do. Why? What happened?”

“He lost control and bit me and-”

“He bit you?!” Taehyung interrupts you, widening his eyes in shock.

“Yes. It was an accident. I know that. But then he uhm, made me drink his blood so I would heal and I didn’t want to drink it. So he forced me.”

Silence.

You lift your gaze, meeting Taehyung’s shocked expression.

“You are lying”, he gets out, shaking his head, “he did not, did he?”

“He did.”

“No. No he did not. Darling?”

“He did”, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?”

“I don’t know. I feel guilty and I don’t know. It’s so messy. All of it.”

“My sweetest”, Taehyung breathes, cupping your cheeks gently, “my darling, I am so incredibly sorry. He never should have done such a terrible thing to you. Oh, why did you not tell me sooner?”

“Because I was scared. He said that if you knew, you would want him to leave again and I would be responsible for your heart breaking again. I didn’t want to break your heart.”

“You are not at fault here. I carry no anger for you”, Taehyung says and shakes his head, “oh my sweetest, everything makes perfect sense now. Why you cried so much and why you begged Yoongi to keep you safe. I knew that it couldn’t have only been because of the alcohol. You barely drank any.”

“I was so scared. I didn’t want to be a Glutton”, you confess, eyes filling with tears, “I’m sorry, it just feels really good to tell you. I hated keeping secrets from you”, you confess, spilling tears.

Taehyung wipes them away instantly, “don’t apologise. I understand. No more secrets from now on.”

“No more secrets”, you say, “Tae, can I be hugged again? I really need a hug.”

“Of course my sweetest, come here”, Taehyung says, taking you atop his lap so he could cradle you in his strong arms. He allows you to rest your cheek on his shoulder and for your face to hide in his neck. He runs his fingertips up and down your spine, soothing you immensely with just this simple touch.

“Are you going to fight with Jimin now?” you ask him.

“I will definitely talk to him. What he did to you was terrible and he needs to know never to repeat it again”, he says.

“Do you want him to leave now?”

“I don’t think I do. I should have expected something like this from him. So while I am angry, I sadly am not surprised.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“I will talk to him, my darling. I promise you. He did a terrible, awful thing and I will tell him that he did.”

“Thank you and thank you for listening. I really needed to tell someone.”

“Of course. Does anyone else know?”

“Just Jimin and Emma. I told her. I’m too scared to tell the others. Especially Yoongi. He would worry so much.”

“This is the right decision. Yoongi would only want to kill Jimin and I can’t allow that to happen. If he were to ever hurt him, I could never forgive him.”

“I know”, you whisper.

“Good. Please keep that in mind, sweetest.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“Thank you. Truly.”

You hug him closer, inhaling his scent.

“Are you angry at me now?” you ask him quietly.

“No I am not”, he assures you, “oh, my darling I am so glad that you told me. It explains so much.”

“Yeah it was awful.”

“Oh, come here my darling. Let me hold you”, he says, standing up with you in his arms just so he can carry you to his bed. He lies down, hugging you against his chest.

“Rest against me, just like this.”

“That feels so good”, you say, inhaling his scent. Lavender. You missed it so much. All of it. His hug, his scent, his warmth. Although already tainted by coldness, it was still really nice to feel.

You slip your hand inside his rope, placing it on his waist. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly and a soft sigh rolls off his tongue.

You tilt your head, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, running his fingers down your cheek.

“You’re a little cold already”, you say.

“You can feel that? Please forgive me. All the blood I consumed lately was already cold. I think that it might have stolen me of my warmth.”

“It’s okay. You’re still warm. Just warm enough to hug”, you say, squeezing your cheek against his pecs, “Tae, you are so soft.”

“No, you are. Oh, I could squeeze you”, he says, doing exactly that. He squeezes you and exhales shakily, burying his nose in your hair, “oh darling, to think what he did to you”, he whispers, “it makes me furious, but more than anything it makes me terribly protective over you.”

“I like that”, you confess, giggling cutely, “I think.”

Taehyung smiles fondly.

“You do?”

“Mh-hm”, you look up at him, “it’s so nice to know that you want to keep me safe.”

Taehyung cups your cheek, “oh, how I want to kiss you.”

“Please do.”

Taehyung leans down and claims your lips in a chaste kiss. Nothing more than the brush of lips and then he already pulls back, chuckling fondly when you chase him with a sigh.

“More”, you beg.

Taehyung kisses you. Just once. Softly and sweet. The sensation leaves you desperate for more.

“Like this?” he asks.

“No. More”, you beg, gazing at his lips.

“You sound so sweet when you beg”, Taehyung whispers and cups your cheek, closing the distance between your lips to finally kiss you properly.

He can’t bear to tease any longer. It has been too long since he last tasted your kiss. He pulls you closer, sighing your name against your lips. You answer him in a soft moan and your fingers closing around his hip in a needy grasp.

“Darling”, he sighs, chasing your touch.

“Darling”, you breathe, shivering when he runs his fingers down your back. His hand slips under your jumper, nails scratching up and down your skin gently. The sensation feels so good. Taehyung’s touches are so healing.

To know that he is part of your secret now and that he still sees you as precious, heals you so much. It is truly everything you wanted ever since that night in the club.

It happens naturally that your bodies melt together and as that happens, your leg finds its home over his hip and your fingers grab his hair instead.

Taehyung’s rope opens messily just as you were about to twist his hair. He breaks the kiss, laughing breathily.

“It seems as if someone wanted to undress”, he says, chuckling.

You let your eyes run up and down his freshly exposed chest, the soft curves of his pecs and the contrast of his pale skin and his dark nipples. It looks like art in the golden candlelight. You lower your head, placing a kiss upon his sternum, circling your fingers on his nipple as you do. It pebbles instantly.

Taehyung squirms, exhaling shakily. His thigh lodges itself between your legs, grinding against your warmth. Sparks of electricity course through you because of it.

“Tae”, you whisper, looking up at him.

“That felt really good”, he says, breathing quickly.

“Yeah”, you sigh, rolling your hip back and forth on his thigh.

“I feel like we have stumbled into a situation, haven’t we?”

“I think that we have”, you say.

His eyes race between yours. The tension between you and him is unbearable. You touch his nipples, chasing his lips.

Taehyung growls playfully, rolling you onto your back and claiming the spot above you. He places his knee between your legs again, claims your lips in a kiss and moans, running his hand up and down your torso.

The pressure on your warmth feels intense yet gentle. Taehyung moves his knee slowly, timing it with the natural movements of his needy squirms. It feels like heaven, leaving you breathless.

You break the kiss once the loss of air is unbearable, moaning his name instantly.

Taehyung claims your neck, sucking on your skin hungrily. His fingers dimple your thigh, gripping you strongly as he changes positions. Like this, he isn’t using his knee to grind against you but his hips, hard cock rubbing against your clothed pussy each time he squirms.

“Oh god, Tae”, you moan, rolling your head to the side as he marks it in his love.

His rope has slipped off his shoulders by now, pooling by his elbows whilst keeping his buttocks covered. His back is fully exposed, getting felt up by your needy hands. You love how his muscles shift and tense under your touch.

Taehyung tugs on the collar of your jumper, trying to expose your collarbone to his lips. He whines because he ends up failing, nudging you with his lips and whispering a pleading “please”.

“Clothes off?” you ask him.

“If you want to”, he sounds out of breath.

“I do. Give me a second.”

Taehyung sits up, slipping out of his rope as you undress. First your jumper, then your bra. You slip out of your jeans but keep your panties on. You love it when Taehyung takes them off for you.

“You are so beautiful, oh my sweetest”, Taehyung closes the distance between you and him, touching your waist, “my darling, I am so blessed.”

“Stop”, you whisper, “you are flustering me.”

“Good”, he says, picking you up just so he can place you into the sheets. He kisses your neck, grinding his exposed cock against your pussy. The unfiltered touch makes you gasp. It feels so intense now that your jeans aren’t hiding the sensations from you anymore.

“Good?” you giggle.

“Mhm, good”, he mumbles, running his hands over your naked tummy, “I love it when you fluster because of me.”

You touch his shoulders, sighing his name. His words make you squirm.

“So soft”, he rasps, leaving hickeys down your neck until he can finally kiss your collarbones. “So beautiful”, he whispers, sucking on your skin, “oh you have me starved for a taste. Oh so beautiful”, he whispers. His fangs brush against your skin, riling you up in the process. “I want to feed on you. Oh how I crave you.”

His words are like honey to your ears. You chase his lips with an arch of your back.

“Do it”, you whisper.

Taehyung lifts his head, “are you certain?”

You nod your head.

“No darling, I couldn’t. Not after what Jimin did to you”, he says, shaking his head.

You stop him, cradling his soft cheek.

“I’m not scared of you”, you whisper.

“Are you certain? I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“I’m not scared”, you say and smile.

“Oh darling, you make me so happy”, Taehyung says and cups your face, “may I suggest something? Something incredibly fun?”

“Yes.”

“How about you take off your ring and I compel you to get wet each time I bite you? By the time I am finished with you, you will be a dripping mess.”

“Hot”, you croak, “I think that I won’t even need compulsion for that to happen.”

Taehyung chuckles, caressing your cheeks.

“You don’t have to say yes. I just thought that I haven’t compelled you in ages during sex and I miss the feeling of it.”

“You really haven’t”, you say, gnawing on your lower lip, “will it hurt?”

“On the contrary. Each time I bite you, you will feel orgasmic ecstasies. It will feel so good.”

“This does sound like a lot of fun”, you whisper, “okay. I trust you, let’s do it.”

“Oh darling, you are truly wonderful”, Taehyung says, kissing your lips with a big “mwuah”. It makes you giggle and squirm.

He takes your hand afterwards, kissing your knuckles as he slips off the ring. Once done, he places it on his nightstand, returning to you with an excited giggle.

He cups your cheeks.

“Are you ready?” he asks you.

“Yes. I can trust you, can’t I?”

“Of course you can, my darling. I will make it so enjoyable.”

“And it’s not dangerous?”

“Of course not. I will keep you safe.”

“Okay. Then uhm, then do it.”

“Okay. Here it comes.”

Taehyung widens his eyes. You feel dizzy instantly, brain going hazy as you lose control.

“I will bite you and each time I do, you will feel ecstatic beyond recovery”, he speaks slowly.

“Yes, understood”, you lull without wanting to, rubbing your legs together.

“Good girl”, he praises and lets go of your cheek, “now come back to me.”

Clarity returns to you. You blink, looking into Taehyung’s eyes. They are spilling over in adoration for you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks you.

“Did you do it already?”

“Yes.”

“Oh? I didn’t even notice.”

“Good, that’s good. Relax now, my sweetest. I will take such great care of you”, he says, returning to his rightful spot on your neck to kiss his way down to your breasts.

You melt in his hands, skin tingling like crazy. His lips are eager and hungry, leaving marks all over your chest. You are excited for what was to come. Excited but also a little nervous. What if it will hurt?

Taehyung gathers your breasts in his big hands, guiding your left nipple to his hungry mouth. He sucks harshly, moaning around it.

“Ah”, you let out, shivering in pleasure.

He sucks gently, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth is so warm and wet. It feels so good to have him go from harsh to gentle.

“Tae, that’s nice”, you moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, sighing happily when he kisses his way to your other nipple. One harsh suck and then he releases it again to bite into your flesh. The bite goes deep, which means that it should hurt, but it doesn’t. The moment his fangs pierce your skin, electric pleasure courses through you, forcing you to yelp because you weren’t ready for it.

You tremble, tugging at his hair in panic. Your body feels on fire, the pleasure between your legs is almost unbearable.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you babble, gasping for air.

Taehyung slurps, licking your bite wound hungrily.

“So sweet. So fucking good”, he murmurs under his breath, doing the unthinkable of biting a new spot.

“Ah!” you yelp, flinching from the intensity of the pleasure. You feel hot and dizzy, trying to squeeze your legs together but failing and squeezing Taehyung’s waist instead. “Taehyung, what are you doing?” You squeak, arching your back, “ah Tae!”

Taehyung lifts his head, licking his red lips. His eyes are ruby, his cheeks are covered in veins.

“You are so sweet. Oh how I missed this taste”, he rasps, “what’s the matter, darling?”

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter, gasping for air, “oh god, what did you do to me?”

Taehyung places his hand on your pussy, making you gasp and squirm. He smirks.

“Mhhm darling you are soaking your panties”, he rasps, “don’t tell me that you’re getting wet from being fed on, mhm?”

“Oh god Tae”, you croak, arching your back, “oh god what did you do?”

He chuckles, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy. You have to squirm because of it, feeling so overly sensitive that you have to grip his arm for support.

“Tae, what’s happening?” you gasp.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he rasps, gawking at your face hungrily. You look ruined and all it took was two bites. He shifts his eyes to your breasts. Your skin is covered in your red nectar, taunting him. He leans down and bites your other side, forcing you to scream up and orgasm in an instant.

You claw at his back, begging him for an answer of why you feel the way you do. And Taehyung bites deeper, growling deeply as your sweet taste covers his tongue. Oh to have your blood soaked in your ecstasy. Taehyung dreamt of the taste ever since he first had it running down his throat.

He releases your bruised flesh, moaning deliciously. His hand slips back between your legs, pushing your panties to the side so he could pick up your slick. You whimper, squirming desperately.

“W-what are you doing?” you stutter, eyes squeezed shut. His touch burns in the best way possible. You are so wet and sensitive. His fingers are parting your folds, touching your clit, torturing your pussy in the best way possible.

“Look at me”, he orders lovingly.

You try your hardest to focus your eyes on him, spilling a few tears because it just felt way too good.

“Take a breath for me.”

You barely manage to do it, gasping for air.

“There we go”, he praises, retreating his touch to instead caress your thighs, “what’s your colour, my darling?”

“Green, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I-I feel so, s-so..much”, you stutter, chasing his touch, “w-what did you do to me?”

“But darling, I told you, didn't I? I bite you and you are supposed to orgasm like a good girl”, his voice sounds taunting to your scrambled brain, which results in your brain scrambling even more. You remember now. He told you something of this sort. Oh dear, you didn’t think that it would work that quickly. Just one bite and you crumbled without any sort of touch.

“Tae”, you mewl, “Tae, why are you so hot?”

He chuckles lazily, “you are so precious”, he says, kissing your cheek, “tell me whenever it gets too much, yes?”

“Yeah okay”, you whisper, touching his arm, “what are you going to do to me now?”

“Why? What do you want me to do?” he is taunting you again, whispering against your ear, “don’t tell me that you want more, mhm?”

You whine, making him purr seductively.

“Oh my darling, you are such a needy girl”, he rasps, sending heat to your cheeks. It’s so embarrassing to be called out on how desperate he has gotten you. Oh, how you need him to touch you because of it.

Taehyung leaves a chaste kiss on your neck then disappears between your legs. He picks up your left foot, placing soft kisses on your instep. The contrast of going from harsh bites to gentle kisses leaves you breathless. You look at him with your eyes slightly out of focus, breathing heavily.

“My most precious”, he whispers, kissing your ankle, “oh how I want to treat you right”, he breathes, running his tongue up your calve until he reaches your knee. You squirm, twisting the sheets. It riles you up so much to have him lick you like that. “he had no right to take you”, he adds under his breath and for a second you wanted to ask him what he meant, but before you could he bites your inner thigh, forcing you to crumble and wail his name.

Taehyung growls, sucking on the bite. He has to hold back, fingers aching with the desire to squeeze you with all their strength. You taste so good. Taehyung feels himself leaking on the sheets because of it. He releases your thigh, moaning deeply.

“Fuck so good”, he lulls, leaving red kisses up your inner thigh. He hooks his fingers in your panties and rips them off. They were just in the way. He needs to taste you as long as he still has blood on his lips. He buries them in your pussy, giving you no time to recover as he mixes your blood and your pleasure for him to feast upon.

“Tae please”, you squeak, grabbing a bundle of his dark hair. You close your thighs around his head, wailing up when he forces them apart harshly. It gives your muscles a gentle stretch, reminding you that you were utterly at his mercy right now. He strengthens your role as he bends your legs and forces them to rest in the sheets beside you, keeping you parted for his hungry mouth.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god Tae, oh god”, you stutter, spilling your slick all over his chin. His tongue is changing between lapping at your entrance and circling your clit, his deep growls and moans of ecstasy send vibrations through your pussy. “please oh god, please.”

Taehyung lifts his lips, looking at you with dark red eyes. He carries just enough craze in his gaze that you feel yourself writhe.

“You taste heavenly”, he rasps, speech impaired by his fangs, “I’m in fucking paradise.”

“You, you are so. Oh god”, you stutter, rolling your head to the side and arching your back, “Tae please”, you beg.

Taehyung straightens up, running his hands down your inner thighs. you are so complacent for him that he doesn’t even need to hold you open anymore. He circles the bite mark on your inner thigh, pupils dilating in hunger.

“Only I can do that to you, can’t I?” he asks.

“W-what?”

“Only I can get you to scream like that, can’t I?” he stresses, squeezing your thigh and forcing new droplets of blood to ooze out of you.

“I, I don’t understand.”

“You’re mine”, he growls, dark eyes pinning you down, “not Jimin’s. Mine.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, that's right. You’re mine”, he growls and smirks darkly, “only I can get you so fucking wet”, he adds and moves in to bite your thigh right next to his first bite.

“Oh god not agai- ah!” you yelp, breaking violently. Truly, you don’t know how much you can take. Each orgasm he forces out of you feels stronger than the one before. You are clawing at the sheets, spilling tears, soaking the mattress. And Taehyung still doesn’t stop. He bites deep and sucks hard, strong fingers keeping you hostage and cock growing in desperation. This is territorial. This isn’t just pleasure for him. This is to take back what was stolen from him. Your blood is his’. Not Jimin’s, not anyone else’s. His. And he needs your body to remember that.

Taehyung lets go of your thigh only to bury his fangs in your other side without warning. The sob of utter despair you let out because he makes you orgasm again sounds like music to his ears. That’s what you are supposed to do. You are supposed to cry and scream and climax. It’s the only punishment Taehyung sees fit. Because this right here is your reward as much as it is your punishment. Your punishment for not telling him sooner, your punishment for keeping secrets from him and your punishment for sharing your blood. He is aware that you didn’t want to share it, but the betrayal still feels the same. Taehyung is driven mad by angry jealousy and addictive pleasure and he needs you punished for driving him insane.

He growls, slipping his fangs out of your flesh. You whimper above him, dropping into the sheets and writhing under his fingers.

Taehyung chases you. Within a second he is above you, dripping saliva onto your face and panting heavily.

“Fucking look at me”, he growls, gripping your cheeks.

You peel your eyes open even if it is hard, meeting his fiery gaze.

“Tell me your colour. Now”, he is harsh in his orders, forcing you to spill tears because you can barely handle it.

“Green”, you choke out, sobbing softly, “Taehyung please.”

“All the begging in the world won’t get me to stop, do you hear me?” he hisses, moving closer. He keeps your face pinned by your cheeks, dragging his lips over yours as he speaks. You can taste your blood that way, you are so far gone that you don’t even mind, “now be a good fucking girl for once and beg for my cock.”

“What?” you get out.

“Did I fucking stutter? Beg me to stuff your slutty, little pussy with my cock.”

“Please stuff me”, you beg and quite frankly you have no idea if he just controlled your mind or not.

But Taehyung didn’t control your mind. He doesn’t have to. He got you where he wanted you. Depended on him and addicted to the pleasure only he can give you.

“You’re such a good girl”, he rasps, rewarding you with a soft kiss. Just once, to let you know that despite his anger he was still there for you. He straightens up, getting on his knees. He grips his cock, jerking it off.

“Legs up”, he orders you and you obey. “Bend them. Now.”

You obey with a whimper, mewling his name when he slaps them further apart.

“Do you truly think that I can stuff you when you’re hiding away? Have you seen my cock?” he growls tugging on it harshly, “keep your legs open, it’s for your own good”, he orders, moving closer to drop his heavy cock on your sensitive pussy. He spanks your clit with it, making you jerk and gasp in surprise each time he does.

“Oh god Tae”, you whimper, glassy eyes glued to his cock. He is so massive. You are honestly glad that he made you as wet as he did, feeling new excitement seep out of you because of it. Oh you want him so bad, it hurts not to be stuffed by him.

“Do you want this cock?” he asks.

“It’s so huge”, you mewl.

“I know. I’m not holding back tonight.”

“Fuck, please give it to me, please”, you beg.

“Yes? You want it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then take it”, he growls and pushes inside.

“Ah!” you gasp, eyes falling closed instantly and toes curling in bliss. This is it. Your rebirth. His girth stretches you out so much, claiming his ownership over you.

“There we go. Take me. Fucking take me, I know you can”, he rasps, bottoming out easily. He growls, grinding his teeth, “fuck, you’re so tight”, he gets out, dropping his hands on your waist to squeeze it gently, “how are you doing? Are you in pain?”

“No”, you whimper, shaking your head vigorously, “no please move, please Tae please.”

“That’s my girl”, he rasps and begins moving. Carefully at first because no amount of jealousy in the world could excuse him hurting you during something that was supposed to be your most pleasurable punishment.

“Oh god, Tae”, you mewl, arching your back and rolling your ankles. You are so fucking sensitive. Each time he bottoms out, you feel your body shuddering against your control. You are so wet, you know that Taehyung is fucking it out of you each time he thrusts into you.

He runs his thumbs up and down your skin, dark eyes glued to your face. His instincts tell him to fuck you hard and fast, his heart tells him to be respectful. He has to tense every muscle in his body not to give into his most primal urges. You look so perfect all spread out and claimed by him. Breasts covered in his bite marks, thighs still red from all the bloody kisses he left on your skin and neck marked by him.

“I want to ruin you”, he presses out, putting pressure into his touch, “it takes everything inside of me not to scramble your insides.”

“Just do it, please”, you mewl, “please Tae, please.”

“Fuck”, he hisses, “fuck ___, you’re so fucking perfect”, he growls and grips your thighs to tug you onto his cock.

“Ah!” you yelp up, convulsing in surprise now that Taehyung shows you how he truly wants to fuck you. Deep, hard, fast. You can take it because he made you want it by forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. And you have to take it and beg him to continue with desperate moans.

“That’s it. Take me. That’s what I want from you. You’re mine. Fucking mine”, Taehyung babbles, falling deeper and deeper into the madness you make him feel. It consumes him whole. Your warmth, your body, your taste, sweet sounds and the power that makes him feel. He owns you. Right here and now in this moment in time, he owns your every fiber and Taehyung rides on that feeling with his head pounding in pleasure, driving you to the brink of complete ruin in the process.

“Mine. You’re mine. All mine”, he chants, pinning your kicking legs into the mattress beside you. He leans over you, forcing them to slip over his shoulders. He twists the sheets beside your head, filling your ears with the sound of it ripping under his punishing grasp.

He angles his cock deep into you, grinding his pubic bone against your clit as his girth continues torturing your insides.

Your only help is reaching up and gripping his face. He shakes his head, forcing your hands to slip to the back of his head. Your fingers twist in his hair, sending jolts of painful pleasure through his veins.

“That’s it. Hold onto me”, he praises, cock throbbing at the view of your face. You look so ruined. Just for him. This is all for him. Every tear, change of expression, gasp for air and desperate moan is for him. Just for him. “hold onto me, darling. I’ve got you.”

“Tae please”, you sob, “please don’t stop please.”

“I won’t. You’re going to climax for me now. Do you hear me?”

“W-what?”

Taehyung gives you his answer by turning his head and biting into your arm.

You scream, trying to flee by you can’t. Taehyung has you folded in half and under his mercy and all you can do is climax around his huge cock as he sucks the blood out of your arm. This is it, you think, this is how you will die. Killed by Kim Taehyung’s huge cock, she just couldn’t handle it. You can see it written on your gravestone.

Taehyung releases your wrist, moaning from the deepest depth of his stomach.

“You taste so good”, he croaks, “holy shit, I can’t stop”, he moans, moving closer so your foreheads were almost touching, “take a breath for me, darling. I know you have more in you”, he whispers.

You whimper and gasp, sob and wheeze. His hips are gentle, but moving. No break even if he makes it seem as if he gives you time to recover. He really doesn’t, keeping your pussy sensitive and leaking around his throbbing cock.

“There we go. That’s better. Colour?”

“Green”, you whimper, hands falling from his hair to grip his wrists instead, “Tae, I can’t do this anymore”, you sob.

“Yes you can. This is what you exist for. You are supposed to soak my cock, it’s what you’re supposed to do”, he orders you, speeding up his hips again, “now scream for me, darling.”

You do so without wanting to, kicking his back involuntarily but when Taehyung fucks you that hard, you can’t really control your limbs.

Taehyung doesn’t mind, calling you his good girl over and over again while his fangs drip saliva.

“What the fuck is going on here?” this wasn’t Taehyung’s voice.

You try to look, barely getting your eyes to focus. Taehyung has got you so fucking dizzy.

Those thighs in those jeans. That black leather jacket. That posture. Jimin. Jimin just entered the room. You want to react to his presence. Hide away, tell him to fuck off, beg Taehyung to stop. But you can’t. Taehyung picks you up and changes positions with you still on his cock. Like this your legs are around his hips and you are facing Jimin. He wants Jimin to see how good only he can get you, how ruined you are because of him. Taehyung speeds up his hips, forcing your body to slip up the bed and for your head to fall over the edge. He pins you down, slamming into you with angry precision.

And so you wail up, head dizzy, eyes teary and body on fire. You wail and tremble and forget all about Jimin’s presence, wishing for Taehyung to keep fucking you.

But Taehyung doesn’t forget about him, staring into Jimin’s eyes with dark, demonic anger.

“Mine”, he growls, making you squeak with a harsh thrust of his hips, “understood? Mine.”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin asks and scoffs. His eyes however are glued to you. The bite marks on your tits are still bleeding, covering your skin in a tempting layer of blood. The bite marks on your inner thighs rub against Taehyung, covering his body in your red nectar. Jimin gulps.

“I know what you did”, Taehyung growls.

Jimin looks into his eyes, gulping in nervousness. So you told him. That is why Taehyung’s eyes are filled with so much anger.

“And she is mine, understood?” three harsh thrusts and you are choking on your moans. Taehyung lifts you, getting on his knees as he begins bouncing you on his cock that way. Your legs are behind his waist, your arms are hugging him tightly. You feel so small and fragile right now, dizzy and breathless and so goddamn ruined. Taehyung is using your body as if it was nothing more than his favourite fleshlight and you can barely handle it. Big, strong hands bruising your ass and huge cock stretching out your weeping pussy. You are on fire because of it, burning up, holding onto him because otherwise you would break into a million pieces.

“You don’t get to touch her without my permission”, Taehyung spits, ruby eyes pinning down Jimin.

Jimin looks at your pussy.

“Eyes on me”, Taehyung orders loudly.

Jimin obeys with a flinch, swallowing heavily upon meeting Taehyung’s harsh gaze.

“You don’t get to taste her. She’s mine”, Taehyung growls and buries his fangs in your neck.

“Ah! A-ah!” you yelp, clawing at Taehyung’s back to the point where you scratch him bloody. He sucks hard and he drinks hungrily. Maybe you are going crazy but you can feel the blood get sucked out of you. Your head pounds because of it. The harsh, angry bouncing on his cock doesn’t help. On the contrary, Taehyung begins meeting his bounces with long, hard thrusts of his hips, growling demonically. He breaks away for just a second, showing Jimin his messy, blood covered mouth. You are still dripping, covering the sheets in your juices as he keeps you on edge in the roughest ways possible.

“Mine”, he growls, burying his fangs back in your neck.

It stings, forcing you to convulse in his arms. The bite is so deep. It burns you alive. You feel close to dying because of it. The good kind of death. The kind only sex and getting fed on can give you. You twist his hair, wailing his name with a broken voice. He is making you cum again. Over and over and over again.

Taehyung growls, breaking the bite. His body is burning up against yours, quite literally. His skin is so fucking hot. You can’t stop getting wetter and wetter. Each time he bites you, your pussy produces more slick, gets more sensitive and hungrier for his cock. As if he wants you to completely lose yourself. Taehyung fucks your wet desperation out of you harshly and angrily.

“So go on”, he growls, throwing you back onto the mattress. Like this you are facing Jimin’s crotch with your head tangling over the edge. You can feel the blood ooze out of your bite marks, it tickles your ear and drips onto your hair. Holy shit you are so dizzy. Taehyung’s cock goes so deep.

“Go on and beg me”, he spits, “beg me for a fucking taste.”

Jimin lets out a breathy laugh, “you’re insane.”

“Beg me!” Taehyung yells, taking out his anger on your poor, weeping cunt. You want to scream but can’t. You are so dizzy. Everything feels fuzzy and far away. So far away.

Jimin falls to his knees right before you. You can barely take it in.

“Please let me taste her”, Jimin begs.

Taehyung laughs. Deep and filled with manic craze. The sound is distorted in your ears. Somehow the blood is filling up your left side. You can barely hear out of it. Shit, you are so dizzy.

“Yes Jimin, yes! That is exactly how you should behave! You-”

“What the actual fuck!?”

Jimin leaves your side forcefully, Taehyung flies against the wall seconds later.

You get picked up and pressed against a chest.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Yoongi is screaming, staring at Taehyung in soul shattering disgust.

“What are you doing?” Jimin tries to complain but shuts up quickly when he gets one look from Yoongi and sees how truly murderous he looks.

Taehyung stands up, body covered in your blood and cock way too hard against his stomach.

“What’s your problem? You can’t just barge in here.”

“No, what the fuck’s your fucking problem? You were in the middle of draining her!” Yoongi roars.

“What?” Taehyung laughs, “I have been doing this for months, I wouldn’t dare to drain her.”

“You, you-” Yoongi stops talking, stumbling back in shock. He blinks his tears away, “this will have consequences Kim Taehyung”, he presses out with his voice shaking and then he runs.

He runs with you in his arms and he runs until he is sure that they wouldn’t be able to find him. He runs and runs and runs all while your head is resting against his shoulder weakly and your neck is covering his shirt in your blood.

“It’s alright princess, you’re safe now”, he whispers, barely getting out the words, “you’re safe, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

He runs and runs and runs. And then finally there is enough distance between the dark room he dragged you out of and your shivering body.

Yoongi rips the hostel door open, stumbling inside.

“Okay, it’s safe now. You’re safe here.”

He places you on the bed, hurries to the door to lock it as many times as possible then disappears in the bathroom just to return with a bowl of warm water and a small towel. All of that happened within seconds.

“Who are you?” you ask him, feeling really dizzy. What happened? Where are you? Your body is still burning up in pleasure, but it feels so burdening all of a sudden. "Please don’t hurt me. I, I know Min Yoongi. He will hurt you", you beg.

“It’s me. It's Y-Yoongi”, Yoongi gets out, breath shuddering as he exhales in panic, “stay still, princess. I’m here now.”

“Yoongi what is happening?” you croak, unable to open your eyes. It’s so weird. Why do you feel so out of it? Why is it so hard to breathe?

“Stay still, princess. It’s, it’s okay”, he tells you, breathing shakily as he works to clean the wounds on your body.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere safe. They can’t get you here, I promise. Oh god my love, what have they done to you?”

“I don’t understand, why did you drag me away?”

“They were feeding from you”, he can barely get the words out, “fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them.”

“But Yoongi, we were just having fun. Tae and I did, did, we uh…” your voice drowns out in weakness.

“Fun?” he presses out, staring at you with glassy eyes, “this wasn’t fun, this was madness.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I. Holy fuck, I’m so angry. I’ll kill them, next time I see them I’ll kill them.”

“Why? I don’t understand”, you lull, breathing heavily. It is so hard to breathe.

“Why?” Yoongi laughs in madness, “because they were feeding from you, that is why! Holy fuck, how dare they use you like that. I’m going to hurt them, they are going to beg for their mothers before I’m even as much as finished with them.”

“But I allowed Tae to feed from me.”

Yoongi’s face falls.

“What?” he barely gets it out.

You open your eyes slowly. He is staring at you with heartbreaking shock.

“Sometimes when we fuck, he bites me and drinks my blood. I want it to happen.”

“Why would you do this?” his voice is tiny, filled with both disgust and hurt.

“I don’t know”, you whisper.

Yoongi exhales, covering his mouth with his own hand. He rubs it over his lower face, staring at you as his eyes fill more and more with tears.

“Why?” he croaks.

“I don’t understand.”

“You, you’ve been weak for days. I was worried shitless for you because I couldn’t figure out why you were always dizzy and why your skin just felt a little bit colder and, and you are telling me that all this time you, you a-allowed them to drain you slowly?”

“It’s not like that. Taehyung only took a little.”

“No he didn’t!” Yoongi raises his voice, “your heart is, is barely beating right now and your blood is barely audible.”

“Please don’t yell.”

“No, please don’t tell me not to yell. Not right now”, he begs, stumbling off the bed, “holy fuck, you’ve been dying slowly and I didn’t even notice the most obvious reason”, he twists his own hair, “holy fuck.”

“No, Yoongi it’s not your fault”, you try to get out of bed, having to realise that you are way too dizzy for it.

“Uff”, you let out, seeing black.

Yoongi catches you before you can collapse, keeping you on his lap as he hugs you tightly.

“Holy fuck”, he croaks, “___ why? Why would you do this?”

“I’m okay”, you lull.

“This hurts”, he croaks and shakes in an involuntary sob, “this hurts me so much.”

“Oh…”

Clarity comes back to you. As if a switch was flipped and whatever madness Taehyung had inflicted upon you was finally wiped away with Yoongi’s confession.

“It hurts me so much”, he whimpers, hiding his face in your neck, “why would you do this to yourself? W-why would you kill yourself slowly?”

“I really wasn’t trying to.”

“I hate vampires, I hate them so much. I hate them so, so much”, he shudders in a sob, “I hate everything we do but I, I hate the blood drinking the most. Why would you do that? Do you want to break my heart?”

“No!” you exclaim, “no Yoongi, I don’t! Please don’t say that, please my prince.”

“I’m so hurt. All I want is to keep you safe and you willingly risk your life behind my back.”

“This wasn’t my intention. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Yoongi finally lifts his head from your chest, staring at you through his tears.

“You have my heart in your palms”, he croaks and his lower lip trembles, “please don’t crush it, I’m begging you.”

“I won’t, it’s safe with me”, you touch his chest, “feel it, I want to hold it safely. And I want to…oh god wait.”

Your eyes fall closed all of a sudden, gravity forces you to fall into him.

“Princess”, he croaks, “oh god, my princess you’re so cold all of a sudden. Oh god, why is it not stopping?”

He works with shaking fingers, tugging you under the blanket.

“It’s going to be okay, ___”, he croaks, pressing his hand to the wound on your neck, whimpering heartbreakingly, “why is it not stopping? Please stop”, he begs, “please stop b-bleeding please.”

“Yoongi, I think you’re right. I don’t feel so good.”

“I know”, he forces down a worried sob, cupping your cheek, “p-princess I have to, to do something t-terrible.”

“What?”

“You need some of, of my – oh god”, his eyes fill with tears, “I’m sorry, I have to give you my blood.”

If you weren’t so close to passing out and losing yourself in darkness, you would have picked him up and sobbed into him. You are putting him through so much pain right now and it hurts you so, so much. Even if right now you can’t show it because your body feels numb.

“It’s okay, you are not evil”, you assure him.

Yoongi bites his pointer finger, guiding it to your lips.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers then touches your lip. He squeezes his eyes shut, not bearing to look. He feels you suck on his finger, he also feels how tightly you hold his hand because it burns you so much. Your touch becomes warmer again, forcing his eyes to open. He watches as you break away from him, licking your lips. The wounds on your body healed, your skin doesn’t look as lifeless anymore. He healed you but all he can truly see is the remnants of his blood on your lips. He did it again. He fed you his blood, filling your veins with his curse. One wrong movement, one wrong meeting, one wrong step in the next three days and he would be giving his awful fate to the one person he wants not even close to it.

With tears in your eyes you pull his hand closer, resting your cheek on it. Yoongi closes his fingers around you.

“I’m so sorry”, you whisper.

He can’t talk. He just nods his head.

“I love you so much, Yoongi”, you croak and pass out in exhaustion.

He stares at you, crying audible tears.

“Why?” he presses out and seeks your embrace. He doesn’t want to hug you, but his broken heart craves it. His head fits perfectly between your arms and your chest, his legs connect with yours like two matching puzzle pieces, his arms find their resting spot automatically for he has hugged you just like this a dozen times before and tonight is yet another reminder of how easy it is for you and him to become one.

Even in your sleep, you leave a kiss on the crown of his head, just like always, and tonight it brings tears to Yoongi’s eyes.

He closes them and seeks refuge by drawing closer until he can smell your scent through the blanket and feel your warmth soak through the fabric. It’s so strong again. It is this realisation which makes Yoongi realise that he did that. He gave you back your warmth. Yoongi finds some peace in that thought, just as he finds peace in your embrace and harmony in your scent. And while his heart felt shattered tonight, right this moment he can’t feel it because you are with him and you finally don’t carry the scent of sickness with you.

“Why would you do this?” he sobs, knowing very well that you have long left him in consciousness.

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Dr. Robotnik x Child! Reader x Agent Stone

Nature and Nurture

Note: idk why but that one guy who yelled @ me for not specifying that Larry x Child! Reader was platonic keeps popping into my head. Get fucked.

Ivo's kinda autism coded (canon typical) and Agent Stone is a Decent Man (kind & stupid)

Got kinda long 🙃 2 dads, lessgo

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Ivo Robotnik is a narcissistic jerk

He cares more about being the smartest person in the room than the lives of those he's outcompeting

Still..

I don't think he'd be a "bad" dad

Ofc he knows how kids are made, how to hold them, bathe them, feed, and generally care for

But he's not an emotional parent by any stretch

He'll try, because you're his! You have so much potential, just because HE'S your father!

Taking you to museums and expos so you can learn while outside of the house

Teaching you as many big words as he can, because extension of vocabulary is VERY good for intellectual growth!

Having any day he wants be "take your kid to work" day so that you can see exactly what your father does, how great he is at it, and what you'll be expected to do..

Seeing a pattern?

He doesn't explicitly believe that nature is a more prominent tool than nurture, but he's trying to raise you to be a mini him

He has high expectations for you, and ofc he'll be disappointed if you can't keep up

And with him being primary caregiver, there's no way you'll grow up with a healthy self-image, or your emotional needs being met.

Still, all of your physical and medical needs are being met, so only the social/emotional aspects of your childhood are being ruined!

Enter Agent Stone

He sees what's going on and resolves to fix it for the good of you, Robotnik, and his own moral conscience

Encourages the doctor to take you to the park, or movies, or, well.. anything that's not *just* math or science related

Your father agrees..

The first few times

Unfortunately, he truly is a busy man with a difficult job (to any lesser man, ofc)

So Stone offers to take you himself.

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Doctor Robotnik glanced up as the door opened, a quiet laugh meeting his ears. Brow furrowing, he went to investigate..

As he rounded the door into the entrance hallway, he was met with a curious sight, at least to him. His little lab partner, laughing as Agent Stone followed them through the doorway. Stone's hands were occupied with bags printed "THANK YOU" as many smaller businesses have, and Tiny Robotnik kept a tight hold on the man's pant leg, as though trying to pull him into the hall.

"-And then they started making pictures!"

"I know!" Stone's voice was airier than usual, as many adults' seem to be when talking to excited children. "You know, your dad works with laser-produced images all the time."

"Yeah.." (Y/n) stuck their bottom lip out, pouting. "But he only uses them for work! They made stars and planets and animals! Not just.. numbers."

Robotnik frowned slightly. Were they really that impressed with a laser light show? His child had seen what he worked with on the day-to-day, and not to toot his own horn, but his designs were far more functional than any of those moving pictures on the sides of old buildings.

"Doctor?"

He looked up from his thoughts, eyes meeting Stone's. (Y/n) hadn't seemed to notice him until this point, jumping ever so slightly as you turned to grin up at him.

"Papa!"

"Little one!" He picked them up, a smile pulling at the sides of his lips. "Did you enjoy yourself with Agent Stone?"

"Mhhm! We watched the light show, then went and got dinner!"

"Local grocery had a nice selection of hot foods, pick and choose."

Little (Y/n) grinned, turning to flash a smile at the Agent as well. Robotnik chuckled quietly, pulling their attention back to himself.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun. Now, go get yourself cleaned up and into bed, okay?"

Their smile fell slightly. Disappointment, he presumed, quickly flicking the thought out of his mind.

"Okay.."

(Y/n) turned back to Stone. "Night-night, Mister Stone." Back to your father. "Night-night, Papa." And turned to another door, little feet patting on the hardwood floor.

"Goodnight, little one."

A few moments passed as both men watched the child turn the corner, then the door clicked shut. It barely took another heartbeat before Robotnik turned to Stone.

"How are you so good with them?"

The agent turned quickly, brow furrowing.

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

"Little (Y/n). They smile and laugh whenever they're with you.. I haven't seen them laugh like that in a while."

A few beats passed between the two men before Stone chuckled.

"They're human, Doctor. Even though (Y/n) is yours, they're a completely different, unique person from yourself.. even if they have your intellect -"

"They do."

"- They may not necessarily want to get into the sciences like you did. What if they're a lawyer, or teacher, or writer? What if they're an artist or actor? What happens if they don't choose any career at all, and decide they want to live in the woods and play survivalist for the rest of their life?"

Robotnik blanked.

Then he blinked.

"I... Being unsuccessful is completely out of the question!"

"Who defines success?"

"Who.. what?"

Stone took a tentative step closer to the doctor.

"What if their version of success is different from yours?"

He blinked again, heavily, finding it difficult for once in his life to think.

Sighing quietly, he let his eyes meet Stone's again.

"What should I do? To ensure their success.. to ensure their version of success is met?"

Agent Stone smiled gently.

"You nurture them, Doctor."

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WOW this got long! I love Stobotnik already (FINALLY watched movie 1), and I kinda feel this could lead to some of That™. Reqs open, sorry I'm not answering any verr fast but I'm tired & finally finished finals. Love y'all, Ciao!

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YOURS, CLASS PREZ !! // The show must go on.

Warning: ITS A LONG AF EP IM SO SORRY OMG

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. As Jay dragged Sunoo with him to the competition that is about to happen, Sunoo tried to fix his breathing due to an almost—panic attack.

Why would he actually confess to yn, right now, a few minutes before she’s up to compete and represent her whole school? Because her brother Jay, ‘forced him.’

To say at least—Jay was trying to do his best, ever since the incident happened—that shall not be reminded—Jay had guilt feeling that was honestly eating him up. If he got the chance to help his younger sister, he would take the opportunity—without blinking twice.

He may make Sunoo even more stressed than he should be, but he has his good intentions and the last thing he wants is to create more drama—oh how wrong it was of him to stress Sunoo about confessing to yn in the very last minute.

It was stressful and chaotic. As soon as they got in the auditorium, all they could hear was students blabbering and solving maths questions while using their hands aggressively. It made the situation even more stressful than it already was for Sunoo.

“Yn!!” Jay held his hand up in meaning to find his sister. When she signaled him back with holding her hand up as well, Jay patted Sunoo shoulder and nodded, “You can do this, Kim Sunoo”

Inhale, you can do it, exhale, there’s nothing to be scared of, inhale, she likes you back, exhale, mentally prepare yourself. Step by step, breath by breath, Sunoo made his way to you with his closed eyes, too stressed to even look at the other students.

“O-oh Sunoo! Didn’t know you’d be here! Are you here to support us?” You winked and looked at Jungwon that was standing behind you. “Mhhm, hey yn can i take you out of this auditorium? I need to tell you something—It’ll be fast i promise!” He took your hand and dragged you out after you gave him a worried nod.

“Alright, so—“ “Are you okay Sunoo—“ “Yes i’m okay, i’ll just say it fast so don’t cut me off” Inhale, “I talked with Jungwon some time ago and i asked him if you perhaps like me because i was really interested and he said that you dont like me and you only see me as nothing but a friend but—“ “Wait.”

“I know you said not to cut you off but, jungwon told you i don’t like you? And said that i see you as nothing but a friend?” Your eyes widened, “Well, yeah but what i’m trying to say is—“ “I’m sorry to cut you off again Sunoo, but i have some answers i need to get” You felt your blood boiling, too angry at the top student for making your love life so difficult. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You gave him a small smile before turning it into a death glare while walking away.

You were too pissed off to notice the poor guy that tried so hardly to confess and even kind of—hinted you about his liking towards you in his words.

“Yang Jungwon!” You shout. The auditorium that was filled with chaos and shouts, suddenly became silent. Everyone looked at you like you were some kind of a weirdo entering the auditorium, crazily looking for someone.

When you caught him in your eyes, you instantly ran up to him and dragged him out together with you, not caring about the competition that was starting right around the corner.

“You, you ruined my chance to get with someone i’ve been crushing on you ruined everything! Telling me you’re going to help me get him but then stabbing my back? ‘I see him as nothing but a friend’ who are you to fucking decide whoever i like? You knew damn well i had feelings for him yet you lied, i fucking hate you!” You rolled your eyes in disbelief, “Why the fuck are you not saying anything? At least we won’t have to wait to do a fake breakup because there’s no chance im getting anywhere closer to you now”

After you left, Jungwon finally broke down. Tear by tear left his eyes. At first, he wasn’t so sure what made him lie—it was a great opportunity to let you and Sunoo finally get together, but something stopped him. Something in him wanted to keep you to himself, he was afraid to let you go. He was too stupid to understand what that feeling was, he has matured now and finally realized he was having hard feelings for you.

He knew confessing to you would be stupid, especially when he knew that your heart belonged to someone else. So he kept playing the game, hoping that something would change your mind.

After breaking down and crying on the ground alone for a few moments, he wiped his tears—not wanting to make anyone wonder what happened—and went back to the auditorium. The show must go on, even if you feel like crying until you don’t feel the pain anymore.

NOTES: i am SO sorry for this long ep um i didnt think it would be that long— ANYWAY POOR JUNGWON he fucked up but hello this kis is in love💔 ALSO POOR SUNOO GN ALL HE WANTED WAS TO COMFESS— ohoh also!! there’s a little hint for yn’s current feelings, if you read well then you might find it!!

TAGLIST (is open!): @enhacolor @luvryuj1n @deafeningballoonnacho @lovienikitty @notrosemary @fairycheol @harperwasstaken1 @icywhatim @lil-iva @love-4-keum @anotherimaginesaccount @i4cho @nakolvr @tlnyjoong @hiqhkey @theboyzrightherex @pr0dbeomgyu @randomness7198 @shyugahh @wonamore @jayeonnature @rrvvby @butterflyy-ningg @brokeprimogems @ritsusakumasgf @yerilv @rionah @hyeunfae @hoonieswrld @wonhrs @jiawji @tomorrowbymoa-together @cupidrwm @acaisahi @she-is-dreaming @kange3939 ( if your tag’s bold it means i couldnt tag you, im sorry. )

SYNOPSIS: In which the school’s top students, also known as the biggest class presidents of their own class and rivals, has to work on a huge project for their school and compete in a national competition……all together?!?

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Chance Encounter

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 // Chapter 11

warning: major character death, bit of angst - bit of fluff, y/n feeling really daring

*reminder: y/h/n = your horse's name

summary: Karen finally fills you in on some things you can't remember about your drunk night at the saloon with Arthur and you get some interesting advice from Hosea. Sean gets killed in Rhodes and Arthur wants to get away from camp for a while. He invites you to go with him.

3100 words, 15 minutes reading time

"Mhhm, okay, let's see...", Karen mumbled, trying to find a good way of telling you about your drunken antics last night. The waiting made you nervous, you were shaking in anticipation, you didn't even dare to lift a spoonful of stew. "C'mon Karen...please", you wailed.

"Long story short, y/n. We all know now that you have a thing for Arthur", Tilly was so kind to ease the suspense, though this made your heart beat even faster. You made eye contact with Mary-Beth, who had already known you liked Arthur. She simply gave you a soft smile. You sighed: "What did I do?"

Karen took a gulp from a bottle before she started talking: "Don't think I saw you 'n Arthur apart for more than a few seconds the whole night. You were either on his lap, in his arms or he carried you around piggyback." There were those big grins on the girls' faces, you on the other hand didn't know where to look. So you just stirred your stew awkwardly.

Karen chuckled as if she had just remembered something but took a short pause, probably rephrasing what she wanted to say. "You threatened shootin' a couple of fellas that wanted to pick a fight with Arthur. 'If ya touch ma man imma put bullets in your big heads', something like that. You were too drunk to get your revolver loaded though." You sighed and whispered a defeated: "Yeah...already heard this one..." Not the 'my man' part, but you hoped that Karen had just used some creative freedom on this line.

There was a longer silence in which Karen ate some of her stew. "Don't worry about it, I don't believe Arthur thinks any worse of you because of this night", Mary-Beth assured as she laid her hand on your back. "Mhm", Karen nodded, "Arthur was quite the understanding gentleman. Didn't complain a bit when you started unbuttoning his shirt."

You grunted, hearing that made you feel a physical kind of pain. The girls smiled at your reaction. "What was the most foolish you saw me doing, Karen?", you inquired, determined to get this over with. "Probably challenging Arthur and a couple of other people to a race when you couldn't even stand straight anymore", Karen answered. "No...not like that...you know what I mean. Did I say- ...or do anything...something like...", you couldn't even voice it. But the desire to know if you had made an embarrassing confession or if there had been some physical contact rather than piggyback or shirt unbuttoning.

"Don't know", Karen shrugged amusedly, "both of you left the saloon all giggly after a while. I thought it best not to follow you." You put your full plate on the ground, knowing damn well that you will not be able to swallow even the tiniest bit of it and stood up with a groan. "I think I better lie down", you said, looking to your sleeping mat next to the girls' tent...though, there was no sleeping mat.

"Oh, we agreed you'd be ready to move up in the world. We got you a tent of your own", Tilly smiled and pointed across camp. There, right next to Arthur's tent was a small one that hadn't been there before. It was between Strauss' and Arthur's tent, though significantly closer to the latter. "Seriously?", you sighed defeatedly. "Be a bit more thankful! Now you got some fabric above your head. Your mat would have been soaked if we hadn't put that up in time", Karen exclaimed, "And if you're ever cold at night, you got Arthur right next to you."

With a quiet and slightly annoyed "Thanks" you left the girls, heading for the lake rather than you new little tent. It was getting late and people got ready for nightshift guard duty. You were grateful for the time alone and spent the next couple of minutes throwing stones into the lake, lost in thought about what you had been told. You doubted that anything more had happened that night. In a way, you knew Arthur wouldn't be doing anything with you passed out...

"How's it going y/n", you turned around to see Hosea approaching. You gave him a faint smile, answering with a: "Okay. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm as good as can be expected. I'm glad you've started to feel at home with us", Hosea now stood next to you, both of you looking out on the lake. "How could I not?", you smiled.

"I can see that you have a lot on your mind, though? The boys aren't pushing you too far with all the robbing and stealing, are they?", the old man asked concerned. There was this undertone in his voice that suggested he knew this wasn't the problem.

"Not at all", you sat down on the jetty and dangled your legs, the tip of your boots gracing the water surface, "I barely have to do anything, it's just keeping watch for passersby and law." "Good, good", Hosea answered absentmindedly and took a seat next to you. After a few moments of silence, Hosea leaned closer to you and whispered: "He does have a soft spot for you, you know?"

Of course Hosea would know what was going on, he always knew. You really liked the old man, he was always kind and even though you had only known him for a couple of weeks, he took on the role of the father you had never had. Aside from going on missions, Hosea had continued the reading lessons with you and added some writing practice too. It was lucky that he was the personification of patience when it came to teaching, because your hand-writing sure was a big mess. In answer to Hosea's words, you only managed a faint smile.

"Arthur and Micah...and I think Bill and Sean are heading to town tomorrow. Some business with the Grays. Sean wanted to take you too but Arthur was quite clear on keeping you far away from the family feud between the Grays and the Braithwaits. I do think there is some good money involved...we just have to be careful they don't find out we are trying to play them", Hosea went on. You nodded with a silent "Yeah..." You had heard a lot about the families. Sean was boasting about burning tobacco fields just a few days ago.

After another while of silence, only interrupted by Hosea's coughs, you finally said: "He said I deserved better. That he was a fool."

Hosea sighed: "Yeah...you've heard about Mary, haven't you?" You nodded. Mary-Beth had told you about her and Arthur. "She really got into Arthur's head in the end...made him believe that he isn't good enough for anyone. Or that anyone could ever want him...rough outlaw that he is." Hosea paused a second and stood up: "You just have to convince him otherwise." He gave you a reassuring smile and walked away before you could ask how the fuck you were supposed to do that.

After a while you walked to your new sleeping place and sat down on your mat. You had clear view to Arthur's cot on which the man himself was already sleeping, back towards you. You woke up late the next morning. After pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you realized Arthur and the rest had already left for Rhodes. Not that you would have liked to join, somehow washing dishes sounded more appealing today, but you would have liked to say good-bye to Arthur at least. The last few days this had become a thing, a routine of sorts. Whenever Arthur or you left the camp without the other one, there was a "see you later" or "take care"...especially because you knew that the missions, he didn't take you on were the more dangerous ones.

Nevertheless, the morning passed and you were feeding the chicken when you heard some horses approaching. "So they are back", you thought and picked up two freshly laid eggs. But when there was a commotion and you saw the girls running through camp, gasps and whining you finally looked up and walked closer to the men who had just returned. There was Micah. There was Bill, who looked a bit beaten up. And there was a body in Sean's clothes on the back of Bill's horse, a cloth covering his head.

"It was a trap!", Micah shouted and dismounted his horse, turned towards Dutch who was approaching fast. "They killed Sean", Bill explained, "Reverend, do you mind finding a good place to bury him." You just stood there, watching the scene play out. Since Bill was busy heaving Sean's body from his horse, it was Micah who was your only option for an answer right now. "Micah! Where's Arthur?", you shoved a few people aside to get to the outlaw. Micah caught your eye and saw another opportunity to taunt you but seemed to change his mind as Dutch was now in earshot and others started to inquire about Arthur too.

"Your cowpoke's fine. We split up in case someone's following", Micah gave you a dismissing look. You on the other hand looked for Lenny, who had been on guard duty but abandoned his post to see what was going on. Lenny looked shocked about Sean's death, so you figured he'd gladly accept your offer. "Lenny, you go and help Mr. Swanson. I'm gonna watch out", without waiting for approval, you took the repeater and walked to the post in the woods where people normally keep watch. You could not stand still a second. You walked up and down, waiting for Arthur.

Anyone could have sneaked past you; you wouldn't have noticed. Arthur really liked Sean, the two of them got along well. You were worried Arthur would suffer much because of this. Your head shot up when you heard hooves and seconds later saw Arthur riding up, slowing his horse down when he noticed you.

"Are you okay?!", you swung the repeater around your shoulder so to have two free hands and stood next to Arthur's horse, looking up to him.

"They got Sean", Arthur stated. He looked tired but aside the few cuts and bruises from yesterday's fight, he seemed unharmed. "I know", you swallowed. You felt tears forming in your eyes which you quickly wiped away. There was this thought you couldn't quite shake...but saying it out loud was difficult. It could have been Arthur. It surely wasn't appropriate to say out loud, when you had just lost a precious member of the gang. But what if it had been Arthur?

"Y/n", Arthur said gently. Again, you quickly got rid of some more tears. Still in the process of drying your face, you felt Arthur's hand on your cheek. It was a rough hand, smelling of iron and leather, but you found yourself leaning towards it immediately. "It's gonna be okay." His thumb stroke across your cheek before he withdrew his hand again.

"I think I deserve a vacation. The whole family feud was bad business...would you join me?", Arthur went on. His voice was tired and unenthusiastic, but there was a slice of hope in it, when he asked you to join. "Do you think they can spare us?", you asked, not really caring if they actually could. "I'll talk to Hosea. I'm sure he'll understand." Arthur rode on. You followed him a few steps before you remembered that you were on guard duty.

You remained on your post. Since you didn't have to worry about Arthur anymore, you had some resources to spare to look out, but nothing was going on so far. When you heard steps approaching from behind you turned around, only to see Sadie walking towards you: "Hey, Arthur needs you at camp." You liked Sadie, though you hadn't talked much to each other yet. She had complimented your shooting once when she saw you train. You nodded at her and handed her the repeater: "How's everyone?"

She sighed: "Depressed...apparently they shot up the whole Gray family in town. Sean was a nice fellow." "Yeah", you gave a weak smile before you thanked her and walked back to camp. Sadie was right, it was very quiet, except for Dutch who was having a fight with Molly. Arthur was in his tent packing, so you took this as a sign that your trip would be happening.

Half an hour later you mounted and left camp. Not a word had been exchanged between you two since. You saw that Arthur wasn't in a good mood and you wouldn't be the one who made it worse. You had no idea where you'd be going, not that you really minded. Arthur rode ahead, you followed. No questions asked. Occasionally you'd reach into your satchel to fish out some crackers or a drink. Your pace wasn't fast, it was merely a walk.

The road was leading west and you always had a beautiful view on Flat Iron Lake, when there weren't any trees blocking it. It was already late afternoon when you rode past Flatneck Station. You wouldn't admit it, but you were worn out and tired. The sun burning down on you, the anxiety of the morning and the steady walk of your horse made you drowsy. You fell asleep for a second but woke the moment your chin hit your collarbone. From then on you forced yourself to stay awake, though your eyes were mostly closed. Y/h/n followed Arthur's stallion loyally, so you weren't worried about getting lost.

"Y/n", Arthur's voice woke you. You looked up, finding Arthur on his horse next to you. Arthur's hand rested on your back, probably as not to spook you: "Don't sleep while ridin'. If ya fall of yer horse, it can trample ya." You nodded lazily, mumbling a "Sorry". "See that rock. We'll camp here tonight." You scanned the environment and figured that you couldn't have slept for long. The Dakota River was right behind you and you saw Bard's Crossing glowing in the evening sun.

The little nap had given you new energy. More attentively you followed Arthur up the small incline. On the top of the hill...rock or little mountain, whatever one wanted to call it, you saw Riggs Station. Arthur was unloading his horse when you turned towards him: "We should be fine without a tent, right? The weather is clear and the cold should be manageable around here." Arthur agreed with a low growl and spread his mat across the ground underneath some trees.

Oh boy, Arthur was miserable. The silence between you was uncomfortable, at least for you. Not because you would have wanted to have a conversation so badly, but you noticed Arthur's expression becoming bitter every time he seemed to forget that you were close. What were you supposed to do? You knew that you won't just sit here in silence but you needed more time to come up with a plan of sorts.

"I'm gonna look for some berries and firewood", you explained.

"Sure", Arthur groaned as he sat down, "Take care. Be back before it gets dark, alright?" "Course", you shot him a quick smile and walked off. Maybe Arthur needed some time alone. You weren't even sure why he asked you to join in the first place. Some berries were quickly collected in your hat, after it was filled satisfactorily you picked up some branches. Not very many, since you had only one hand to hold them, the other one balancing your hat. You hadn't been gone for long, forty-five minutes tops, but when you returned Arthur had passed out.

He sat on his mat, against a trunk. His notebook lay on his lap, his hat next to his legs. Of course, he must have been exhausted. It was he who shot up half a town and lost a good friend today. You put down the wood and your hat with the berries and slowly crawled closer to Arthur. At first almost inaudible, afterwards a little louder you whispered a "Hey Arthur". No reaction but the steady movement of his chest. You watched him for a while, exploring his face again, taking advantage of the fact that he wouldn't catch you staring this time.

The bruises and wounds he had sustained yesterday were almost faded or maybe it was just the shade and orange sunlight that made them appear less present than they actually were. 'You just have to convince him otherwise', you remembered Hosea's words. How exactly does one convince a man like Arthur that he is worth a lot more than he might think, when he is so stubborn in his belief that he is not. Hosea claimed Arthur had a soft spot for you. Karen had told you he hadn't stopped you being a drunk fool unbuttoning his shirt. And he did hold you close when you slept in that hotel room. Also, he beat a man half dead for calling you a whore.

"Who really is the fool here, Mr. Morgan?", you whispered with a smile on your face. Unable to resist and knowing he won't wake, you gave him a little kiss on the forehead. You enjoyed every second you dared it to last before you stood up again and readied your sleeping mat next to Arthur's. That was when your gaze fell upon Arthur's notebook. You took it off his lap with the intention of putting it in his satchel, when you got curious. You let your eye rest on the opened page for a few moments. Arthur's handwriting was beautiful but compared to Hosea's easy writing he used for your training it would take time for you to decipher. However, there was an "S" with a little cross next to it in the middle of the page, so you figured what he had written about.

Carefully you dared to turn back a page and were met with a drawing of Sean, sprawled out dead on the floor. More because you wanted to close the page than be a nosy woman, you turned back another page. You really hadn't planned on reading any of it, but there was this drawing. You recognized the hotel room in Rhodes, you recognized the bed...the little picture on the wall above it...so the figure lying on it, with the back turned towards Arthur...who else should it be but you?

Your heart almost sprung out of your chest. He had drawn you!? Only yesterday. And there were some lines written on the page next to it. Curiosity was killing you, but you weren't sure if you wanted to read them...You already shook under the consciousness of having violated his privacy so far but...what if-? You know...maybe to get a better idea of what Arthur really thought of you?

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Because I love democracy; I'll let you - my dear readers - decide in the comments IF y/n should read what Arthur wrote next to her drawing :D

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