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Hi, I was wondering if I can request a Yandere Yoongi x reader where she’s really shy and innocent and he’s all soft with her. Praise kink. Maybe something supernatural, sorry that’s all I got. 😅Your stories are so well written and a guilty pleasure of mine so it would mean so much if you can write something with these things. ☺️

I love you ❤️ tysm and I'm sorry this turned out so mushy 🥺 I'm also a bit rusty with supernatural aus so...

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: romance, werewolf!au

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, loving degradation (just a tiny bit), dirty talk, hints of breeding kink and multiple orgasms, possessiveness, marking, creampie, so... much... love.....

The clocks always seemed to stop when Yoongi kissed you. He was a rather quiet soul, but he didn't need to say much for you to hear him. Everything that lingered on his tongue ended up sinking into your lips, pages upon pages of questions, love letters and musings you stored away deep in your heart.

He liked to trace soft patterns into your skin as he kissed you, his fingertips shaping different galaxies on your thighs, sliding upwards whenever he felt you shiver.

He liked taking his time learning the language of your body. He yearned to become fluent in it, hold long, nightly conversations, tangled under the sheets with you from dusk to dawn.

He had read about the concept of twin flames somewhere, two halves of the same soul. Mirroring each other and yet differing, like yin and yang. He wasn't well versed in theology or matters of the spirit; he wasn't even human. But what else could he call you if not his other half? The light to his dark.

His betas quickly learned not to put your name in their mouth with anything other than respect. No person or monster was a threat to you as long as Yoongi existed in some way. Even in death he'd crawl out of his grave to drag anyone who touched a hair on your head right under the ground and into the pits of hell. In the end, the only thing that awakened the beast inside him and put it back to sleep was the moon.

You were his moon.

He liked to kiss you everywhere. Your shyness only served to make him want to do it more, something about it provoking his possessiveness in the most feral of ways.

His lips pressed into the wet patch on your underwear softly, dark eyes flicking up to your face. He could see the faint embarrassment painting your features, shadowed by desire that made your thighs clench.

"So sweet," his deep voice rumbled, another small kiss following. The slight pressure of his lips on your wet slit, even with the cotton material in the way, made you moan softly.

Yoongi appreciated that. He expressed his adoration with a throaty, pleased hum, his tongue flattening to lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

You sighed out his name and shuddered, your back arching off the bed. His hungry gaze followed the movement intensely; such a sensual curve. He wanted to make you arch higher and see stars. Touch their heat and make all your dreams come true.

He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, purring, breathing in the heavenly scent of your skin and your arousal.

"Please, Yoongi," you whined, so cutely he didn't know if it made his dick or his heart throb harder.

A hint of a smile glowed on his face, both warm and taunting.

"Please," he echoed, lifting himself up so he could hover above you, "what?"

You didn't look away, but you did fist your hands in the sheets, chest heaving and brows scrunched. He could see the struggle in your eyes, could hear the nervous but excited pitter patter of your heart. His large hand enveloped your cheek, his thumb stroking it tenderly.

"You're doing so well, my sweet girl," he murmured, his free hand exploring your bare waist. Your skin burned to the touch, soft like velvet, your lashes fluttering. "So, so well."

He watched the tension slowly seep out of your muscles as he caressed you, lips brushing against your neck, his hand sliding to fondle your breast.

"Just keep going, baby." His thumb toyed with your hardened nipple, muscular thighs setting themselves comfortably in between yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "All mine, and I'm yours."

His hips rolled into you, his cock hard and throbbing, nudging against your clit. "Tell me what you want. Take what's yours."

You moaned into his ear, your hips lifting off the bed to press closer to his crotch. Yoongi's jaw clenched, a hiss slipping past his teeth.

"Please-" you swallowed, trying to bury your shyness, trying not to escape and hide away parts of yourself that felt new. Yoongi loved all of them, he always said. He was desperate to experience all of you, raw and unfiltered. He left more encouraging, butterfly kisses along your throat, helping you slip away.

"Please fuck me," you finally moaned.

The words shot through his aching cock, precum drizzling out from the tip. Curling his fingers under your panties, he pushed them aside.

"Such a good girl," he cooed. "So well mannered too, yeah?"

Slowly, he lined himself up with your slick entrance, pushing forward. The gasp that escaped you made his stomach twist. Inch by inch, he stretched you out, your cunt pulsing around his thickness. He settled inside you with a grunt, squeezing your thigh.

"God," he gritted, "this pussy was made for me."

That was all the warning you got before he rolled his hips and started a rhythmic pace, his thrusts hard and deep, rocking your body beneath him. The little moans you let out mingled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, and Yoongi wanted to ruin you right then and there. Pull the temple of your body apart brick by brick to study it and insert himself into every crack before rebuilding it, merging you forever.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

His tongue traced the faint scar on your neck, one he made when he bit into you on your first night together. Human traditions were different from his, but he wanted to follow both, honor who you were. It wasn't a problem. In fact, it excited him. He could mark you as his mate and put a pretty ring on your finger. The more ways he could find to make it clear that you were his, the better. He'd take them all. And then it wouldn't be his fault if someone was left mangled in the forest for stepping too close to you. You were his and his only.

The thought took over him completely, spreading fire through his veins. He fucked you harder, his hand gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"Mine."

The word came out as a growl, just as menacing as it was loving. His cock throbbed as your back arched again, a mewl leaving your swollen, flushed lips.

"I wanna fill you up," he breathed. "Fuck, I can't wait for everyone to see I get to fuck this tight little cunt and come inside it so much you're carrying my kid."

You tightened around him, your eyes wide and sparkling, pulling another growl out of his chest.

"Mm, perfect fucking baby. Best, prettiest girlfriend," he kissed you hard, his tongue as ruthless as his cock, owning and devouring. "Gon' be the best, prettiest wife," he mumbled into your lips, "and the best, prettiest mama."

"Yoongi," you whined, your nails digging into his strong shoulders. The sharp sting induced goosebumps, a low moan slipping past his lips.

"Yeah, I know, baby. I know."

He slipped his hand under your ass and gripped the soft flesh possessively, ramming his cock into you faster.

"My little slut needs to come, huh?" He mumbled breathlessly. "Needs my cock to leave her gaping and dripping."

Your thighs shuddered, your cunt clenching around him. Yoongi buried his face into your neck, nipping and sucking at your scar, his cock twitching inside you.

"Close," you breathed. "So close."

Yoongi groaned.

"I can fucking feel it."

He was getting close too, his abdomen getting tighter with every clench of your dripping pussy.

"Come with me," he pleaded, his voice rough and desperate, just like the way he fucked you. "Come on, pretty baby. Come with me and I'll fuck this pretty little pussy again until you're overflowing with me."

He shivered when he felt your walls spasming around him. Combined with your erotic cries sounding through the room, it instantly triggered his own orgasm, his balls throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Sloppily, he fucked his cum into your tight hole, groaning and swearing into your sweaty skin.

A string of fucks and yeahs and another little shudder, and then he stilled, swallowing harshly. He found it difficult to lift his head for a moment, so instead he focused on caressing your arms, listening to your heartbeat slow.

He sighed, his cock thrumming inside you. His stamina was out of this world, as was his constant need for you. It was never a problem though; even though you were human, you could take it, and it was safe to say your neediness matched his in many ways.

He lifted his head up at last and looked at you, his smile soft, his hips snapping into you.

You moaned, the sound soon muffled by his tongue.

"My good," another sharp thrust followed, "fucking," then a kiss, "girl."

You weren't going to get any sleep. Not for the first time. He pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and cover your back with his broad chest, leaving a light smack on your ass.

"How many times you think you got in you, baby?"

You definitely weren't going to sleep.

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