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sugaurora · 7 years ago

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Once a month, you and your husband go your separate ways in an effort to maintain a healthy marriage and explore individual interests. So where exactly is it that both your interests take you?

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: Dom!Hoseok; Smut; PWP

Word Count: 9,800+

Warnings: Profanity; Cheating; Dom/sub; Explicit sexual content (rough sex, degradation, sadomasochism, mild petplay, orgasm denial, impregnation kink, choking, additional FILTH); All activity is consensual, which is made clear by the ending; Hoseok is very out of character, but that’s also kind of the point

Part of the Dead Writers Co Heart of the Cards Collaboration

My Tarot Cards: Upright Moon; Reversed Sun

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Crossposted on AO3

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M: If you’re not here in three minutes, that’ll be your second strike for the day, pet. Are you trying my patience on purpose?

A quick glance at the clock on your dash told you it was already over for you as your car read out the text in its robotic voice. You were meant to arrive promptly at ten just like you had every time before, but as you pressed your foot onto the gas pedal just a smidge more and sped down the mostly empty highway road, you knew there was no way you would make it there in your three minute deadline.

You gnawed the inside of your cheek. You would be lucky to make it to the beach house in fifteen.

You pressed a few buttons on the console of your car, dialing your guest directly and tossing around words in your head, searching for any that would help your desperate attempt at damage control.

“Is everything alright?” a concerned voice answered. You could hear a quiver of panic in his tenor, your heart doing a little twirl in your chest at the sound of him vibrating in the speakers.

“Yes, yes, I’m just running very late. I’m at least fifteen minutes out.” You pitched your voice a little higher, hoping that in all the time you had spent together, just maybe you had picked up enough charm to soften him, if only just a little. “Can’t you please forgive me, just this one time?” you asked as sweetly as you could muster.

“It’s ten o’clock at night, pet.” His voice was stern and condescending, every shred of his initial concern gone. You groaned internally, acknowledging that you hadn’t picked up a damn thing. “Tell me, where are you supposed to be at ten?”

“I know, I will be there, just-”

“You have the nerve to ask for forgiveness-”

“Please-”

“Rudely wasting my time-”

“Master, please,” you said, whining just a little. He always seemed to enjoy your pleading, so maybe. Just maybe. You picked up speed a little more, passing a sedan that was, unlike you, respecting the speed limit.

“Mm,” he hummed, a slight reprieve at your use of his proper title. “Pitiful. Tell me your excuse.”

The guilt nipped at you. You had never been late before, always leaving with plenty of time for the two-hour drive to the home near the beach you owned with your husband.

Unlike you, your guest had certainly put in his fair share of effort today, prepping you here and there with provocative texts and one ill-timed phone call, telling you explicitly exactly how little he thought of you and what he intended to do to show you. All things you desperately wanted to hear and see and feel.

Of course, you hadn’t meant to be so late. It wasn’t as though you didn’t know tonight was on your schedule. You so looked forward to it each month.

With the strain of your careers on each of you, you and your husband made sure to put effort into your marriage. You had regular date nights, never missed a birthday or an anniversary, and never spent more than a few days without having him between your legs one way or another. Although that had been much more often lately, as you had finally decided to try for your first baby. It had only been a month since you’d started trying, but you both wanted it to happen quickly, so you took any available time you could to make it happen, whether sandwiched between his conference calls or stretched out across late nights after your busy schedules had ended.

But it had been a year ago that your husband suggested you both take a day apart every month or so. And, because you both agreed that time apart was just as important as time together, those days you both went your separate ways, free to entertain your interests as you saw fit. The strict guest now waiting for you at your vacation home by the beach had become your choice of interest not long after.

And so you had been flipping through your tablet, searching up page after page, video after video on fertility when you lost track of time. A poor excuse you knew full well he wouldn't accept.

Ten was the definite start and here you were still speeding down the highway. True, it was late and you probably could have gotten away with a bit more speed, but just in case luck was not on your side, you didn't want to chance making him wait longer thanks to a ticket.

“I have no excuse, Master.”

“Then get here and accept your punishment.” The call ended without a chance for another word and you knew you were well and truly fucked.

Though it was only two hours away from the city, the house had served well as your slice away from the noise when you and your husband needed to a quick escape. But tonight you entertained a different kind of guest there. One who had his own key and was impatiently waiting for your arrival at this moment.

Fifteen minutes late, you pulled up into the drive, flipping off your headlights as the automatic ground lights lit the way towards the front door. Secluded and surrounded by swaying trees and mile high privacy gates, the home was a beautiful sight even in the moonlight. Just past the entrance began a path towards the back of the home, leading to a rear walkway that wound down to a private section of the beach where you and your husband had made many an obscene noise and romantic murmur together.

The pale light of the late evening sky reflected across the walls of the home, which were almost exclusively glass and served as a beautiful landscape to wake up to in the morning sun. You could also see the orange glow of the dim lighting inside. A fire slowly began building in your throat, though whether it was from dread or excitement, you weren’t sure.

You let yourself in the front door, immediately slipping out of your heels and glancing around for your guest’s location. The home had a beautiful, open floor plan, allowing the space to breathe through all the windows and giving you a clear view of much of the square footage.

You spotted him, perched comfortably on a barstool and leaning against the island just at the edge of the kitchen, taking one last swallow from his wine glass. Cabernet, you noted, tensing at his choice. It was definitely going to be a long night. He sat the glass down, turning his head toward you with a disinterested glance.

You hurried to his side, grabbing up the bottle of wine sitting on the counter and tipping it into his empty glass. He lifted an arm, taking an exaggerated look at the pricey watch on his wrist, before settling his heavy gaze on you.

His eyes pierced you before you even met them, dark and threatening behind the black mask that covered the top half of his face. Really, it barely covered him at all, masking his identity just enough to keep up the mystery, but still letting you appreciate the beauty of him.

He watched you pour quietly, the corners of his mouth downturned, pursing his lips into a disappointed pucker.

You had noticed his heavy, black, lace-up boots by the door, and took a moment, looking him over to take in what he wore: a simple white dress shirt, tucked into slim-fitting black slacks.

You sat the wine bottle back onto the counter where you’d found it, just near his black, leather suitcase.

You didn’t dare speak. You were never allowed to unless he asked you to and you had unintentionally broken enough rules for one day. Besides, he didn't look too angry at your tardiness, lips only pursed in his mild frown as they usually were.

He lifted the newly filled glass and took another sip, not bothering to look directly at you once he finally spoke.

“Does he know?” Always the same question, always the same answer.

You shook your head as practiced.

“Use your words.”

“No, Master. He doesn’t know I’m here with you.”

Your guest didn't have a name. You were only to call him Master or, on rare occasion, Daddy. The choice was at his discretion, though he was a little kinder to you when you when he chose the second. And at the moment you didn't know if you wanted kind tonight or not.

“Good girl.” He turned to you and placed his empty hand on your chin, fingers tilting your head up as he studied your face carefully. His thumb brushed across your bottom lip and the gesture startled you. It was almost loving, certainly not a feeling he had given you in the past. “I’ve missed you, princess.”

“I’ve missed you,” you said dreamily, wanting desperately to lean your face into his hand, but knowing better than to move without permission. Instead, you stared at him with longing, eyes falling to the plump of his lips.

But your relationship wasn’t such a romantic one. You knew better than to expect that he might caress you with the softness your husband would. That was expressly why you were here to begin with.

The rough pads of his fingertips slowly slipped to the skin of your throat, wide thumb pressing against your windpipe with just enough pressure to be uncomfortable.

“You were exactly seventeen minutes late.” His voice was tinged with darkness as if he held back the threat to tear you apart just behind the words. You shivered.“Tell me what happens when you’re late,” he ordered.

“I-” you choked out, wanting desperately to swallow, but his other fingers shifted, tightening around your throat. You watched the flames ignite in his eyes, the threat pushing itself forward.

“What. Happens.” His words burned to through the air, stinging against your skin. Your eyes had already begun to water.

“Punish.” You coughed, shuddering in his grasp. “Punishment.”

He pulled his hand away and you coughed again, hunching forward a little and pressing a hand to your chest. He merely looked you over with disinterest and took another sip of his wine.

“Ten licks,” he said, darting out his tongue to swipe across his wine-pinkened lips. You nodded, accepting your fate and lowering your head. But then his hand was at your chin again, tipping back your head. You sucked in a breath.

“Hm. You seem to be missing something.” He released you and gave you a subtle nod. Your hand flew to your throat and you cursed to yourself under your breath, remembering the little, jeweled collar he’d given you all those months ago that you’d left on your vanity in your last minute rush to leave the house.

“Twenty licks,” he said calmly, shoving aside his glass and slipping off the barstool where he sat. “How can you forget something so simple? You really are my stupid, little bitch, aren’t you?”

You nodded and he seemed to accept your nonverbal acquiescence, folding his hands behind his back and taking a casual step away from you.

“Let’s get on with it then, before you waste any more of my time,” he said, voice gentle even in its dismissal of you. “Take off your clothes. Leave the panties.”

One of your husband’s favorite things to do was undress you. He seemed to get an erotic high from peeling the layers of fabric from your body, running his hands across the skin as he unveiled it, like unwrapping a gift. It made you feel like a goddess, as though he worshipped your body with each inch that was revealed to him.

But your Master never did. He always made you take off your own clothes as if the act of undressing you was beneath him. He watched as you tugged off your top, and moved slowly past you as you unhooked yourself from your bra. It was more unnerving, having him watch you undress like this. Some part of it felt humiliating, stripping yourself bare, watching your clothes tumble down to the kitchen tile while he hovered somewhere behind you, fully clothed and watching you like you were nothing more than mild entertainment.

You rolled down your pants and kicked them aside. The urge to glance behind you, to seek him out came over you, but you didn’t dare. It was always best not to move unless he told you to.

You weren’t sure how long he made you stand there in your underwear, seconds bleeding into minutes. You wriggled your toes a little on the hard tile of the kitchen floor, waiting desperately for a command, any command. But only silence greeted you and it was so much worse. Was he even still there? Did he even care to see your naked body or had he gone off to find something more interesting to look at? You supposed that was the point. To make you doubt that he had any more interest in you than a side-table lamp.

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his fingers at the base of your neck, breath hitching as they slid up between the strands of your hair. His fingernails grazed your scalp and you almost melted on the spot, only now realizing how badly you had longed for his touch.

With an almost too gentle tug, he pulled your head to the side and you felt the warmth of his breath for a second before his lips connected with your skin, sending electric waves skittering across your body. Your lips parted as he kissed you, over and over against your neck, as he slid his tongue across your skin, as his teeth sunk ever so lightly into you. All the while, his fingers making satisfying strokes along your scalp.

You felt the chill of his watch, metal gliding across your arms, before settling against your chest as his free hand cupped the soft flesh of your left breast. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, whimpers slipping from between your lips as he squeezed the skin, as he tenderly rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

And then his hand was moving, down across your stomach, leaving behind a prickling trail of excitement. His fingers lifted the band of your panties and slid just inside, rubbing circles onto the triangle of flesh just below.

Your breath caught the touch and you adjusted your feet, pressing yourself back against him, whimpering as his touch ghosted the triangle of skin at the apex of your thighs. He didn’t bother to lift his lips from the skin of your neck when finally spoke.

“Easy, girl.” His fingers slipped a bit lower, grazing just where your lips parted, but no further. “Such a horny, little slut I have. How eager you are for my touch already.” Another gentle bite into the tingling skin of your neck, now damp with his saliva. “The night has only just started.”

His fingers slid lower then, slipping between the folds of your pussy and making an agonizing drag across your clit, then past it to the wetness of your entrance below. He paused there and you heard him breathe out, knowing he was already smiling without needing to see his lips curl. “You must really be craving my attention. Have you been thinking about me today?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You want me to treat you like him, hm?” His fingers pulled back, just enough to slip across your clit once more. “You want me to make love to you and treat you like a queen? Hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you?”

Another slow drag kept the words from leaving your throat. Unable to answer, moaning as he began making gentle tugs at your clit, and again as he slipped his fingers inside you.

“You won’t find that here, pet.” He exhaled against your skin, other hand slipping from your hair, roughly grabbing your opposite breast. “Here, you're only good for being used.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you, the palm of his hand caressing your nub and building speed, racing you towards a quick finish. It never surprised you, how fast he could have your body ready to cave in. But as the orgasm neared the end of its build just below your stomach, you did wonder why he wanted to take you there so quickly. Still, you felt unable to respond beyond soft, heated cries, only savoring the momentum as he pulled your body along whatever path he desired.

He chuckled at your whimpering moans. “You really will take whatever you can get. Look at you, ready to cum for my fingers after only a few minutes.”

His fingers slipped from within you, instead cupping against your mound, applying a squeezing pressure as he pulled you back towards him. You could feel the stiffness of him pressing against your ass, surely an intentional gesture.

“This is mine,” he growled into your ear, pressing his palm against the wet lips of you, shoving your hips back further against his hardness. “And I’ll treat it just like property. That’s all you are, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” you answered quickly, not at all surprised at the ragged breathlessness of your voice.

His hand released your breast, only to lay a stinging slap across the top of it. You took in a sharp breath at the pain.

“Say it.”

“I'm your property, Master.”

He hummed a low approval. “Good girl.”

His fingers resumed their work on your wetness, slipping back inside you. His tongue traced the edge of your ear, nibbling the shell as his fingers sped between your legs. You felt confused, unsure if he meant for you to give in to him or not. You weren’t going to last long with his fingers in you like this, caressing your walls so expertly.

“I can feel you clenching down on me, pet. You’re such an easy girl.” He sped more with his words and you felt the heat just beginning to spread, the walls holding back your release shuddering to open.

And then the fiery sensation was evaporating from your belly as he tugged his hand from within your panties, leaving you hanging on the precipice. You whined in frustration and he chuckled, instead bringing his wet hand to your throat, giving it a healthy squeeze.

“That’s the closest you’ll get to cumming for a while, do you understand me? Tonight isn’t about your pleasure. You only come here to let me use you, like the whore you are.”

You nodded your head again, dizzily trying to respond, to back away from the edge he’d dragged you towards.

His hands shoved you forward and, unprepared for the sudden movement, you fell to the floor, hands catching your fall onto the unforgiving, cold tiles.

“On your knees.”

You pushed yourself up and hurried to your knees, staring up at him from your new spot on the floor expectantly.

“Take off my belt,” he ordered in an almost bored voice, though the rise in his pants let you know he was likely anything but.

You nodded and crawled forward towards him, reaching up your hands for the thick strip of leather. But he was quick, smacking your hands away and huffing down at you in exasperation. “With your mouth, you stupid, little bitch.”

Your eyes fell to his belt again and you leaned yourself forward, hesitantly gripping the strap with your teeth. It took some tugging and maneuvering, but at last, you were able to undo the buckle and, leaning your body back, slid the belt from the loops of his pants.

“So you can use that thing for something,” he commented smugly, then turned away from you. “Come on,” he ordered, patting the side of his thigh. “Follow me.”

He walked towards the main living area beyond the kitchen and you hesitated for a moment before crawling after him, his belt dangling from your mouth. At least you felt grateful that the transition to the soft, creme-colored carpet was gentler on your knees as you walked on all fours.

He stopped in front of your sizeable, black, leather couch and stepped aside with a glance down at you. You made your way forward, stopping and sitting back on your heels next to him, looking up at him with your eyes wide. Taking him in, even with the thin, black mask covering half his face, you admired his features in the dim lighting of the room. From this angle, you could see the sharp curve of his jaw, the high point of his nose, and those pillowy, soft lips that you craved more than anything to come crashing into your own. But you shook your head, remembering that this wasn’t the time or place for those kinds of thoughts.

“Good little bitch,” he hummed, giving your head a gentle scratch. “Up onto the couch now, and face away from me.”

You did as ordered, pushing your body up with your hands to climb forward onto the buttery material. Your bare breasts sank into the pillows as you leaned forward, nipples still stiffened from his earlier teasing.

He tugged the belt from between your lips and left you again in silence, disappearing somewhere behind you for longer than you could count. You looked forward, trying to catch his reflection in the far glass wall, but it was useless. Only slightly swaying trees and darkness laid beyond.

You felt his fingers again, this time at your hips. He gripped the hem of your panties and made a slow tug, rolling them down your hips. You felt a cool rush of air as your wetness was bared.

He slid them to your knees and gave one of your inner thighs a gentle pat and you obeyed without words, spreading your legs to give him as much access as he wanted.

You could feel his warm breath on you as he blew against your core, shivering at the contact.

“Such a dirty little cunt,” he spoke, the vibrations of his words stroking your wetness and letting you know just how close he was. “Look how it drools for nothing.”

You felt one of his hands stroke across the cheek of your ass, the nail of his thumb dragging the lightest scratch over the skin. It only made the fire inside you roar again to life. Every touch, every little bit of contact he gave you was a gift to be savored. Despite how angry he professed to be with you tonight, he was being far more giving than he had before and you wanted to accept it as fully as you could.

“How long will you stay this way for me, hm? Do you want me to touch you here more?”

He slid a finger across your wetness at an agonizingly slow pace, starting at your swollen clit and pulling back until the tip of his finger danced at your drooling entrance.

“Yes, Master,” you whispered, wanting desperately to shove back your hips and slip his finger further into your folds.

You heard him chuckle again, this time much darker. He brushed more fingers across your slick a few more times and you leaned forward into the couch with each stroke. You closed your eyes, content to savor his touch.

“Selfish whore.”

And with those words, you felt his same fingers, now wet with your arousal, slipping across the skin of your raised ass. “You really are a princess, aren’t you? Only thinking about yourself. Well, that’s the habit I’m here to break you from.” There was a quiet pause, then the sound of him climbing to his feet.

The first slap with his folded belt was the most unexpected, the sting enhanced by your now wet skin. You cried out into the cushions, your body tensing at the pain now rushing through you.

You heard him drop back down to his knees, his hand gripping your stinging skin. “Look at you clenching, slut. Your body is practically begging me to hit you harder.” He let out a guttural groan and stroked his hand across your wetness again, this time rubbing it on your opposite cheek. Your body tensed in anticipation of the next swat and you would swear you heard him laugh before the belt came slapping against your skin again. It hurt more somehow.

He whipped again and again, but you lost count around the sixth or seventh slap, the welling heat and pain against your backside drowning out your desire to keep track.

There was a pause in his movements and you assumed he was watching you again, planning to wet your skin once more. You could feel your your pussy drooling, wetness slipping down the skin of your inner thighs, unable to separate between the pleasure and pain his strikes had left sizzling across your ass.

Then you heard something softly land on the carpet.

“Fuck, look how wet you are,” he breathed, dragging out his curse as his fingers slid inside you without resistance, past the knuckle until he could go no further. He ran them across the flesh inside and you moaned again, pussy tightening around his fingers without your permission. “You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment this way, princess.”

This time he didn’t bother to smear your wetness against you. As his newly damp hand came slapping down onto your cheek, the pain returned, the soreness of the skin still enough to make you cry out again. He grabbed your thighs, pulling you back to the very edge of the couch. Your face was buried between the cushions, but if he cared he didn’t let on, his attention only focused on administering your punishment.

You saw him brace himself with his foot on the couch, using the leverage to deliver several sharper slaps to your rear. You cried out with each one, fully aware that the skin would be more bruised than it ever had by the next day. After what felt like the hundredth sting, you bit your lip, holding back your desire to spit out your safe word. You had only ever had to use it twice in your escapades and those had been much more severe experiments than a few slaps on the ass. You clenched your teeth and promised yourself you would bear it as he continued.

He released your thigh and you fell forward, knees almost slipping off the couch as you caught yourself with your hands.

You could hear the irregular breathing from his exertion as he pushed you forward, nudging up your hips so that your dripping mound would remain exposed.

“That was for being late and forgetting your collar, pet. Do you remember what your other punishment is for?”

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself as the dizzying pain slowly subsided. “For...for not calling you Master, but I swear I didn’t know it was you.” He had caught you off-guard, in the middle of work and it slipped your mind for only a moment. “I swear. I wasn’t ready, it was early-”

He didn’t use the same force as before in his next slap, he didn’t have to. As his hand swatted against your lower lips you jerked forward, thighs closing as you fell to your side on the couch. He had never hit you there before, the feeling new and exciting and uncomfortable all at the same time.

“Up.”

You shook your head to steady yourself and shifted your body back up onto your knees, presenting yourself for him once again.

“A good girl always knows her master. A good girl accepts her punishments. Tell me, Y/N, are you a good girl?”

You nodded, a few tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

You yelped when his hand swatted at your pussy again, but you steeled yourself and remained upright.

“Y-yes. I’m a good girl, Master.”

His thumb stroked across the still stinging skin of your ass and you winced at the contact.

“You’re not, but I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself.” You heard his voice fading slightly as he headed back towards what you thought was the kitchen. “See, I know how much you love putting your hands on me.”

He was back at your side again, tugging one of your arms behind you with rough force. You felt a smooth bit of fabric slipping around your wrist, realizing that he must have gone to his suitcase to retrieve your pair of oft-used, leather handcuffs. Your other arm was pulled and tied in the same rough motion.

“So tonight, no hands.”

He heaved a heavy sigh and you could feel his eyes on you, on your behind, admiring his work. “On the floor then. A disobedient bitch doesn’t belong on the furniture.”

You began maneuvering your way onto the floor, trying to work out how to keep your balance as you inched backward with your hands bound. But your movements were too slow for him, a strong hand gripping your shoulder and pulling you back and off of the couch before shoving you down onto your knees.

“Take out my cock.”

You puckered your lips into a pout, staring forward at the impossible task of fishing out his cock with no hands. But if he noticed your distress, he said nothing, only standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, waiting for you to follow his orders.

You kicked away your panties from around your ankles and crawled closer to him. You managed to unzip his pants with your teeth, but try as you might, you couldn’t tug the rest of the fabric apart, couldn’t get enough of a grip to pull them down.

He sighed, hand gripping your chin before shoving you down onto the floor.

“Useless, useless mouth.” You looked up at him to find him undoing the pants himself, tugging them down along with his boxer-briefs and letting them drop to the floor at his feet.

“Come here. Up. Don’t make me do everything for you.”

It took some effort, as your heels brushed against your still stinging rear while you uprighted yourself and were greeted with the impressive sight of him. His cock bobbed in front of you just below the edge of his dress shirt, the skin of it a deepened pink and the swollen head glistening only slightly at the tip.

His hand was in your hair, but not gentle this time, using it to yank you forward towards his waist with a rough tug. “Open your mouth for me like a good little fucktoy.” You wanted to reach for him, to take him with your fingers and slowly guide his length into your mouth.

But without the use of your hands, that was impossible and it seemed he wanted it that way, fingers still wrapped up in your hair. You took a glance up at his face and he tilted his head slightly.

You sat up onto your knees and leaned forward, slipping your lips around the head of him, using your tongue to caress the tip and taste the bitter, saltiness of him.

His grip on you loosened as you danced around his cock with your tongue, as you slowly slid in more and more. A quick glance up and you doubled your efforts, spurred on by the way his lips parted, the widened pupils that stared down at you while you sucked him with abandon. He had started to moan once you reached the base, fingers tangling loosely in your hair as he breathed quiet, satisfied noises each time you slid from head to base.

His hand tightened again in your strands and you felt him stiffen a little, holding your head in place for a moment.

“That’s enough playing with your food,” he growled, voice honeyed and deeper than before. Part of you wanted to chance a smug smile at the effect you’d had on him. But he didn’t give you that opportunity. “Be a good cockslut for me and I’ll think about rewarding you.”

His hips were slamming forward against you then and you did your best to relax your throat as he took over, fucking your face with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop. Unconcerned for your comfort, he held onto your hair like as if steering a horse while he thrust into your mouth with abandon.

His growling mounted, at first like a low burning fire within his chest, to the loose, ragged breaths that now spilled from his lips.

As his strokes continued, you were finding it more difficult to breathe. It felt as though you were choking around his cock, feeling the tightening in your chest as he blocked your airways over and over, no chance to take a breath between each thrust. You wanted to reach forward, to grab him and pull him away, but without your hands, you had nowhere to dig in your nails but the palms of your own hands as tears collected in your eyes.

“Stop struggling, pet,” he growled, pulling tighter on your hair as he sped his hips, ramming his cock at the back of your throat. “This is all your mouth is good for. You need to learn to relax and let me use you.”

But he pulled your head away abruptly moments later. You leaned forward, head hanging just in front of him and took deep gulps of air as drool dripped from your lips onto the floor around his bare feet.

“Mm, your mouth takes my cock so well,” he said in a satisfied purr. He was kneeling in front of you then, lips against your wet mouth in a sloppy kiss. His tongue found yours quickly, slipping against yours with a blazing passion that had you moaning into his mouth.

He parted from your lips, eyes locked onto yours with a heavy stare. Behind the mask, you could see the hunger in his deep, brown eyes, the energy of his desires penetrating you without words or movement. Beyond the soreness your body felt, the wetness between your legs, you felt the heat from his body, intense and almost overpowering even as you only stared in silence.

“I want to fuck you. Right now,” he growled and got to his feet, grabbing hold of one of your arms on the way up and pulling you to your feet with him.

His fingers dug into your skin as his urgent steps guided you both across the living room floor and towards the bedroom, separated from the main living area by a long, white wall. It gave the illusion of privacy. But you knew well that any noises made inside traveled easily throughout the home, as one set of your unlucky friends could testify.

He released you from his grip with a rough toss, throwing your body forward onto the soft, white sheets of your bed without grace. You groaned as you hit the surface, unfortunately landing on your still screaming backside.

“Ass up. Show me your dirty little pussy so I can decide how I want to take you.” The rough scratch of his voice grabbed at you somewhere deep inside, reminding you, even through the pain, of your deep desire to please him as much as you could.

You watched his hand go to his shirt, watched him unbutton it from the top and slip it off to finally make him as bare as you. The urge to obey his orders faded as you took in his body in the low light of the bedroom. His skin was a creamy, golden-peach color, the toned muscles of his arms and chest taut beneath the surface. Your eyes trailed down his body, past his broad shoulders, across his tight stomach and slim hips, to the hardness that begged your attention. You darted your tongue out across your lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him against the back of your throat again.

He caught your admiring stare, lips curving into a teasing half-smile as he watched you watching him. He patiently let you take him in for a moment before crossing his arms, blocking your view of his chest. "Don't make me repeat myself, pet."

Your attention refocusing, you pulled yourself up and turned over, leaning your face down into the sheets and pressing your rear up as he had requested.

He wasted no time in getting his hands on you again, gripping the sensitive skin of your ass, making you hiss in a breath. He chuckled at your reaction, hands slowly trailing down your thighs and nudging them apart once more.

“Look at this little cunt, dripping for me. You're ready to cum for me, aren't you?" he asked, thumb making a testing stroke across your clit. You bucked your hips a little in response. "But you know better than to cum without my permission, right?” he asked, knowing you knew the answer.

But all the same, you whined as his tongue connected with your lower lips, slipping across your folds and immediately pulling you back to unsafe territory. He stroked you with his mouth for what felt like an age, swapping between rolling his tongue across your clit and slipping it inside you, taking teasing laps that made your thighs shake weakly.

"Please..." you breathed, as he returned to your clit for the millionth time. You wouldn't last much longer. After being brought so close before, you were quickly ready to boil over again.

"Is that supposed to be begging?" he sneered, pulling his face from between your thighs and bringing a hand down against your ass with enough force to knock you down onto the bed.

“Up.”

It took some effort, your body simultaneously sore from his harsh treatment and weak from his teasing. But you raised yourself again.

He slipped at least two fingers between your folds then, pounding them inside you with rough force while he squeezed along your thigh with the other.

“If you cum without my permission, it’s going to get so much worse for you.”

The pressure against your pussy walls was agonizing, and you wriggled your wrists against their restraints, half wishing you could push his hands away for a reprieve. But he refused to let up and you could only cry out again and again.

“That’s right, you like it this way. You only understand when I’m tough on you, isn’t that right, my little slut?”

Your only response was to moan again, too far gone for words. You felt his hand leave your thigh, felt the warmth of his body leaning against yours as he reached again for your hair.

“Are you my slut?” he spat out at your back, and you groaned at the satisfying burn as he tugged your head back by your strands.

“Yes, Master,” you breathed, barely able to speak.

"Tell me you're my slut."

"I'm-I'm your slut." He let go of your head, throwing you forward again.

"Hm. Say it again."

"I'm your slut, Master."

“Tell me what you’re worth.” His fingers turned and curled inside you then in a speeding stroke across your g-spot. You squeezed your thighs together just a little, but his free hand forced you to spread again the next second.

“Nothing...” you cried.

“That’s right, you’re good for nothing except what?”

“Be..being-” His hand left your thigh and joined the other between your legs, pressing unbearable rolls against your worn-out clit. Your words were cut off, unable to process anything beyond his touch.

“Speak up, pet, I can’t hear you,” his said, tone amused. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to force yourself to concentrate on answering his question and not letting your orgasm overtake you, the latter of which you were sure was about to be a lost battle.

“B-being a... fucktoy. Disposable f-fucktoy.”

His hands were off you then and you fell forward into the sheets, a confusing mix of relief and frustration washing over you.

“Hm, at least I know you can remember. Up.”

You didn’t have the energy, your appendages ignoring your commands to move as he’d said. And some part of him must have taken pity on you for once, his hands slipping to your waist and pulling you up onto your knees, behind in the air for him once again.

“Tell me what you want, princess. You want my cock in this pussy? Or...should I fuck your ass raw?”

His fingers stroked across your ass until he pressed a knuckle against the puckered hole of your between your cheeks with the lightest pressure. Your hips betrayed your desires, lifting slightly at the touch.

“Hm?” he hummed curiously. “Ass tonight?”

“N-no, please,” you managed to say. “In my pussy, please.”

“Are you addressing me?” he asked, tone hardening. You groaned as you felt his thumb sliding into your ass, enough wetness having slipped from between your legs to give the effort some glide.

“Please, Master...” He paused for a moment and pulled his thumb from you, removing his touch from your body completely. It was somehow more agonizing, not being able to feel him there.

“Ah, I am a kind owner, aren’t I?” you heard him preen somewhere behind you.

“The kindest master,” you spoke, slightly muffled by your lips against the bed. “The only one for me, the only one I belong to, the only one I cum for.”

“Tell your master what you want and I’ll consider it,” he said, voice even and patient. He was so kind tonight, you praised him internally. So kind.

“In my pussy please, Master. Only your cock, ever, please.”

“Hm, a shame. This is your reward then for listening well enough. Remember that you wanted this.”

You felt the bed shift behind you, felt his strong hands grip your waist, the metal of his watch bumping against your hip as he shoved his cock inside you without warning, filling you to the hilt.

He groaned, deep and throaty, only matched by your own mewling, so satisfied to finally feel the rough stretch of him inside you. His hands squeezed your hips without caution, digging into the skin hard enough to ensure you would be sore there tomorrow as well.

“This fucking pussy,” he groaned, exhaling a long breath that you were proud to have drawn out. “Your pussy is so tight for what a slut you are.”

“Only for you, Master. Oh god..” you moaned. He lifted your hips a little, deepening the angle of his cock and the feeling of him slamming into your cervix over and over was maddening. You were drooling into the sheets in less than a minute, ready to sign over everything you owned if he would just let you cum, just let your pussy spasm around his cock.

He seemed to want to answer your silent prayer, hand reaching around and stroking your clit. The pain from his hips crashing into your ass was nothing compared to your need to finally reach your peak. “Please,” you wheezed out, begging for the inevitable release he was teasing you with.

Your cry came from deep inside your chest when you felt him pulling out of you. “Why-” you bemoaned and heard that mischievous chuckle from him again.

“Such a selfish slut,” he muttered and you felt his hands on your hips again, this time flipping you onto your back. He pressed your legs apart and you lifted yourself enough to bring your arms above your head before helping him to guide his length back inside you. His reach wasn’t as deep, but the drag of his thick cock was just as overwhelming. He leaned forward and you thought he might kiss you again, you were dying for his kiss.

But his hands only reached for your breasts, giving them rough squeezes as his hips continued their fierce pound between your legs.

“F-fuck, watching your body under me like this…” he hissed, pinching at your nipples with no gentle touch. You rolled your hips forward to meet his every thrust, though they were not gentle either.

He leaned forward again, releasing your breasts and instead pressing a hand against your bound wrists. The new angle spread your legs beneath him wider, and as his cock crashed between your folds, you felt him grinding fiercely against your clit over and over. You clenched around him tighter than you knew you could, your vision rolling back into your head just a little.

“Ho...Ho…..Hoseok, fuck…”

“What did you just say?” he growled, pausing his thrusts for a moment.

“Master, I'm sorry. Master, please don't stop. Please,” you hissed and whined, begging for him to just take you over the edge, you were right there, right there .

He leaned up then, shoving a hand across your face, forcing your mouth and nose against the sheets with an uncomfortable squeeze.

“Shut up. Just shut your fucking mouth, alright? It's useless unless there's a cock in it.”

Then his hands were at your throat and his thrusts resumed as his fingers tightened their grip. He pounded into you harder, deeper and you lost track of him, your vision going blurry as he squeezed the air from your throat, thumbs digging into the skin with each press forward into you. You choked a weak gasp, certain you weren’t going to last much longer as the edges of your sight darkened.

His hands released you, cock slipping from between your legs once again. You felt the bed shift and wondered if he had cum, but blinked back your uncertainty, your mind addled from the overage of sensations. He was much noisier when he came and you wondered if you’d missed it somehow in your brush with darkness.

Then his hands were at your ankles, pulling your body forward and flipping you onto your stomach. You groaned as his hands were on your hips, pulling you down and sliding your legs over the edge of the bed.

He slipped his feet between yours, kicking your legs apart and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. You felt him guide his cock inside you again, starting to feel the soreness the effect of his ministrations was having on your sensitive area.

His hands didn’t move from your hips, his thrusts quickly becoming erratic, a sure sign that he was nearing his end.

“Where shall I cum, slut?” he asked, voice mostly a deep murmur. “On your back? Your face? Maybe I’ll cum on the floor and make you lick it up.” His hands slid up to your hair, tugging it back only slightly. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Rolling on the floor in my cum like the filthy bitch you are?”

You moaned at his harsh words. “Cum inside me, please,” you panted.

“Is that what you want, huh? You cumslut, you want it inside your dirty little pussy?”

“Please Master, cum inside me, please.” You swallowed, reaching for the words inside your chest, forcing your voice to cooperate. “Breed me like your little bitch,” you purred out, however hoarse.

“Oh, you want to have my baby, hm?” He chuckled darkly at your words.

“What do you think he would say? If he knew you were begging for my baby while I’m buried inside you like this?” He released your hair and gripped your hips, lifting them just a little to slip in deeper as if to punctuate his words.

“He..he doesn't have to know. Please…” you keened.

“Tell me who you belong to. Say it.”

“You, Master. My pussy is only for you. Only for your cum, please.”

“You want me to fill your dirty little pussy with my cum, baby girl?”

You could tell me was losing himself a little, breath growing more ragged, words more sloppy.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master what?”

“Fill my pussy with your cum, Master, please. I want your baby inside me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please Master, please. Fill me with your cum, I want to feel it filling my belly, please. Please!” you begged, almost crying.

He reached out, shoving your face into the bed and rutting against your ass, burying himself deeper into your wetness.

“Take it then, my little cumslut.” His breathing staccatoed and his groans built slowly until his hips came to a halt and he growled noisily, spilling his seed deep inside you with every intention of giving you the pleasure of carrying his baby.

Your body was trembling at the feeling, the satisfaction of having his seed pumped inside you this way. You didn’t move, didn’t dare breath as he came down from his high. He leaned forward against you, planting precious few kisses along your back. And then he took his hands from your hips, slipping his softened cock out of you. You fell forward onto the bed, uninterested in moving, not even sure if you were able.

His breathing slowly evened as he stood behind you and, mercifully, you felt his hands at your wrists, finally releasing your hands from their binds. You slid them to the sides of your body, already cursing the soreness in your shoulders.

You felt him roll you over onto your back, hissing a little at the still stinging pain in your backside. But looking at him eased your suffering slightly. His skin was glistening with sweat, droplets of it dotting his forehead and neck. He had turned slightly red, flushed with the exertion and, no doubt, his release. He smiled down at you, seemingly admiring your body with the same appreciation.

But the smile fell from his lips as his eyes roamed further down your body.

“Oh, what’s this?”

He was shoving your legs apart, fingers again impossibly on your core. But more disheartening was what you could feel as he did so, the slow slip of some liquid that wasn’t entirely your own making its way across the innermost of your thighs.

“You said you wanted to have my baby. So why is my cum leaking from your worthless pussy?” He barked a laugh, making a sharp slap against your inner thigh. You winced. “You can’t even keep cum inside you properly?”

His fingers were inside you again then, and though you didn’t think you could take any more, your hips responded, lifting to his touch as he dragged his fingers forward as if he was asking you to come. Which he was.

“Is this the only way to keep it inside you? I have to shove it back into your useless cunt?”

And so he was back to fingering your pussy, pulling you closer to the edge you hadn’t strayed far from all night. With only a few strokes against your clit you were moaning beneath him once again. “Please…” you begged for the millionth time. Truth be told, you had lost count. “Please let me cum, please…”

His fingers slid from you with a dirty, squelching noise, a testament to all the wetness that had built up in you over the course of the evening. Laying beside you on the bed, he brought his fingers to your lips and you parted them obediently. The taste couldn’t be described as anything other than sex, lingering with salty sweat, the bitterness of his cum, and the tang of your slick.

“Go clean yourself up. And don't even think about touching yourself.” He only dismissed you with these words, laying himself back onto the bed while looking at you expectantly.

Weak and defeated you pulled your body forward and slid onto weak legs. You gave him one last pout, to which he only raised an eyebrow, and, wholly unsatisfied, you hurried off to the bathroom suite just off the bedroom.

Stepping into the shower was reliving and disappointing both. The warm water stung across your bruised skin in several places. But it also soothed the tension in your muscles. You rolled your neck and stretched under the stream as best you could, anything that might ease the soreness you would doubtlessly feel in the morning.

You reached for your loofah and began to wash your body, feeling the grime of sweat and spit and various bodily fluids being rinsed from your skin. You wondered if it would be an entire month before he let you cum, shuddering at the fearful prospect. This must’ve been the true punishment and it was agonizing.

You turned beneath the showerhead, biting your tongue a little at the sting when something in the glass caught your eye. He was standing there in the doorway to the bathroom, still nude, arms crossed, and leaning a shoulder against the door frame. His eyes were watching you with an out-of-character admiration, the dark, brown curls of his hair slightly stuck to his still sweaty forehead. But once he noticed your eyes on him, his expression hardened a little, and he moved to join you, tugging open the glass doors and stepping inside the shower with you.

Without hesitation you grabbed your husband’s loofah, loading it with product, and began scrubbing down his body. He didn’t speak, allowing you to clean him in silence. Though you didn’t miss the slow rise of his cock as you ran your soaped hands along his skin.

As you stood, finished as far as you could see, he stepped forward, pressing you back against the tiles of the shower wall. He raised a hand to stroke your jaw and this time you didn’t resist, nuzzling your face against his touch.

“You didn’t even whine, pet. You’ve improved so much from that mouthy, little princess that first came to me, hm?” His thumb brushed across your lips and you pressed a cheeky kiss against it, drawing a chuckle from him. “My good girl...”

And like you had been craving all evening, he kissed you, hand slipping into your wet hair at the base of your neck. He kissed you with a deep passion, trading tongues for feelings as his lips wrestled with yours.

He patted the side of your thigh, but you didn’t have the energy to jump into his arms as he wished. He pressed his forehead against yours, hands slipping behind your thighs and pulling them up to meet his waist.

Without great effort, you felt the hardness that had returned slip inside you again. He grunted as he thrust into you, a little less Master, a little more like the man you loved. You leaned your head into his neck, moaning softly as he pressed up against your folds over and over.

You felt him brace you both against the wall with one hand, the other slipping between you to make quick strokes against your battered clit. It must have been less than a minute before he had you cooing his name into his skin. Back to teetering on the edge, too weak to beg for permission.

But the stretch of him was just as satisfying as before and even with his gentler stroke, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You tightened your legs around his waist, your fingers desperately clawing for purchase on his wet skin.

“Cum for me, my princess,” he purred into your neck. “You’ve earned it.”

The orgasm he had been building in you all evening came crashing down in fierce waves, your body trembling against his chest as it overtook you, flashing through your body like sparks of lightning. And just as the dizzying rise of it began to subside, you felt yourself slip away, darkness quickly overtaking everything else.

You woke with a start, eyes attempting to focus in the darkness of the room. The lights had been turned off, save for one you could sense in the distance. But you felt a warm hand on your cheek, stroking you with a gentle touch, then slipping to your shoulder and pressing you back against what must have been a pillow.

“You did really well. Sleep, pet. I'll see you next month.” And as you had all evening, you obeyed that voice, the one that filled your days and nights with more happiness than you could ask for.

The next time you woke up it was thanks to the bright streams of yellow sunlight passing through the glass walls of your bedroom. Sitting up was a painful chore, but you managed to drag yourself from the bed and wander slowly into the bathroom. You didn’t bother looking in the mirror, not wanting to visualize the damage that had been done to you the evening before. Instead, you reached into a cabinet and searched out some pain medicine, swallowing it down as quickly as you could fill a glass of water. Though you weren’t sure it would be enough to stop the aching soreness in your muscles and between your legs.

With a quick sweep of the house you had gathered up your clothes and, not wanting to linger, headed out to your car and quickly got back on the road to your home in the city.

Once you arrived home you headed inside, fully planning to crash lazily in your bed for the rest of the day. Your husband’s suitcase lay just to the side of the entryway, carelessly tossed there as it often was. And you noticed a curious black mask sticking up out of a side pocket.

You smiled to yourself, tugging it out and following the faint sound of his voice to the room he kept as his home office. You found him, hurriedly talking business into his mobile as usual. After a moment, he noticed you in the doorway, giving you a bright smile, eyes rich with love. He wrapped up his call quickly and tucked his phone into his pocket as he walked towards you. You waved the little mask in front of your face, giving him a smug smile.

“This really ruins my immersion, Hoseok,” you cooed. His eyes widened at the sight and he blushed, expression turning sheepish.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, love,” he apologized. “This call started in the car and I just threw it down when I got in.”

He tugged it from your fingers, tossing it behind him and pulling you into his arms.

“Although, calling my name during sex probably doesn’t help the immersion either, hm?”

“Touché,” you conceded. He leaned forward, his lips pressing softly against your own and you savored the connection, happy to be back in his loving arms.

“How are you feeling? Sore? Need a massage?” He planted soft kisses down the curve of your jaw between his questions and you smiled at the attention.

“Please, I'm not that delicate.”

And he smirked as you hissed in pain when his hand pressed a light squeeze against your behind.

“Ok,” you conceded again. “Maybe just a nice, hot bath.”

Hoseok kissed your temple, stroking a finger across your chin. “Anything for you, princess.”

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You’re The 1 (4 Me) | Jungkook

⇢ 8.5k

⇢ Jungkook never dealt in fractions, only in wholes.

Waking up to your boyfriend already stretching in his yellow duckie pajama bottoms was an obvious indication of one thing and one thing only: today was game day. Being the star quarterback of the university’s team as a junior, Jeon Jungkook was under a great deal of stress for today’s big game.

“I don’t think Mr. Quackers likes being stretched out like that,” you mused, sitting up from the comfort of his bed that you usually found yourself in the night before a game. Something about cuddling you allows him to sleep better and gives him good luck. You think it’s just an excuse to keep you from leaving his dorm at 2 in the morning.

Turning around at the sound of your voice, Jungkook smiled at the image you in the process of waking up, bleary eyed and bushy tailed. The impending game tonight did leave a heavy weight on his chest when we woke up, but he felt it resolve as soon as he saw you with half lidded eyes, staring at him with an equally tired but adoring smile. It was times like this when he momentarily forgot about all his responsibilities and burdens because by god was he blessed to have the most beautiful partner in crime, and that wasn’t the athlete in him talking. But only momentarily because he remembered why you were swaddled in grey sheets and looking at him as if he was about break all ten commandments at the same time by doing one thing: exercising in the morning.

“How are you feeling, champ?,” you asked softly as you see Jungkook lean down to warm up his body with those god awful push ups.

“Don’t jinx it babe,” was all he said through deeply measured breaths as he lifted and lowered himself, arm muscles bulging from under his loose pajama shirt. If there was one thing you loved about sleeping with Jungkook, it was that he didn’t sleep naked to show off like all the other athletes did just to wake up with rock hard nipples from the almost freezing temperatures. Thankfully, your boyfriend was a lot smarter than that, choosing to deck himself out in long pants and fleece lined shirts, serving as a personal heater wrapped around you.

“It’s not considered jinxing if I believe it’s going to happen,” you argued, shuffling to the edge of the bed where you leaned your head down to watch him go at it in the spot right next to you on the floor.

Today was a big deal to both him and the entire university population along with half the state. Somehow, the university’s team had made it through an entire season undefeated which put them at the number two spot in the nation, but you knew part of it was because Jungkook had bulked up over summer and was given the position of starting quarterback. It also meant they were up against what was considered the powerhouse of college football for a division 1 championship title: Penn State.

“You know,” he breathed out, doing one last push up before moving himself over to where your upper half was hanging off the bed, “None of this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.”

Oh god. Cue the dramatic music followed by an eye roll. Mornings with Jungkook were just like any other domestic couple, but sometimes, just sometimes, the boy was convinced that his corny jokes and cringe worthy compliments would be appreciated. They were never welcomed.

“Oh Jeon Jungkook. Leave it to you to make a usual morning cheesy and dramatic,” you smiled, a playing smile on his lips as well as you pecked him on the forehead before moving off the bed and into his fuzzy slippers that were about ten sizes too big for you.

“You better not be going to the floor bathroom like you did last time,” he called over his shoulder as you gathered your toiletries in your arms.

Making a show of turning around slowly, you faced the boy with a challenging look and a slight quirk of your eyebrow. You take note of how his arms tensed, muscles straining against the fabric that was usually loose at the sleeves, and his jaw tightened. Man was your boo hot when you worked him up just enough.

“I don’t like,” he seethed, taking wide strides over to where you stood, rooted to your place as your eyes followed his every move, “when my teammates eye out what’s mine,” he all but growled. Once he reached you, standing so close that a sheet of paper couldn’t even fit between the two of you, he took hold of your waist in a gentle grasp, a drastic contrast to his tone of voice which made you shudder. He stood a good eight inches taller than you but that didn’t matter when his forehead leaned down to connect against your own, holding you close to him just to breathe you in.

“Well then that’s your fault for choosing to dorm on an all boys floor,” you whispered playfully, leaning up to capture his lips against your own in a sweet but private kiss, shifting your hands so it rested against his soft but chiseled chest.

“I’m going to my dorm, don’t worry. Meet me in the lobby in an hour?,” you asked, cutely tucking your head under his chin so your ear could clearly hear the steady beat of his heart.

“Hmm depends,” Jungkook mused, an adoring smile playing on his lips as he rocked the two of you back and forth to a nonexistent rhythm, “Will I be promised a good luck breakfast?”

His arms traveled up to rest around your shoulders in a safe and warm embrace, cocking his head to look down at your face. Moving your head to have your chin rest against his chest, he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes in a playful but questioning expression making you giggle.

“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes, putting some space between the two of you but allowed him to keep his fingers intertwined with yours, “Just go run your eight miles.”

“For you, I’d run eighty miles,” he said, making you groan in how cheesy and cliche he was being. Jungkook just laughed at your exasperation, pulling you into him one last time. You didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling. Landing a kiss at the crown of your head, he sweetly led you to the door of his dorm where he opened it like a gentleman and pushed you through it like an asshole.

“Later loser,” he said with full affection, landing a soft pat to your butt.

“Bye shithead,” you waved, blowing him a kiss as he watched you walk down the hall and up the stairs.

An hour later, true to your words, the two of you were walking out of the building, hand in hand, decked out in full winter coats and layers of jackets. While usual couples would dress up a bit before driving out to have a nice breakfast together on a Saturday morning, you and Jungkook would put coats over your home clothes and walk to the nearest iHop which was conveniently placed right outside of campus.

“How were the guys this morning?,” you asked, swinging your interlocked hands higher and higher with each step.

“They tried to go on my run with me. Half of them dropped out after the first three miles, the other half were only coming in after I already showered,” he laughed, tugging your hand into his coat pocket where three hand warmers were placed so you didn’t somehow dislocate his or your shoulder.

“It’s not their fault you literally sprint your way through eight miles!,” you said, coming to the other boys’ defense because you knew how your boyfriend was. “You get your blitz practice through your morning run. What a man.”

“Shut up,” he smiled, pinching your side with his free arm, making you laugh and dodge his attack. From an outsiders point of view, the two of you seem like the perfect couple, the epitome of college lovers, and yeah, you would agree with them. Y’all were in love as fuck.

Entering the iHop at 7 in the morning was something Darla, the hostess that worked the Saturday morning shift, was accustomed to, her face lighting up as the two of you stepped into the restaurant right on time.

“It’s a big day,” the old woman squealed, leading the two of you to your usual table without even taking menus with her. “I hope you’re getting the Champion’s special. You need to eat like one if you hope to become one.”

“Thanks Darla, but I don’t wanna toot my own horn or anything, especially when Penn state is the best in the nation,” Jungkook said humbly, flustered from all the fuss the old woman was making.

You smiled as he took your hand from across the table like he usually does, weaving his fingers with yours subconsciously while his attention was on Darla.

“Nonsense,” she almost yelled, “This is the first time that damn university had gone undefeated since I graduated from there. And let me tell you honey, that was a long time ago.”

Promising to consider getting the small feast that was the Champion’s special, Darla had wished him luck and gathered you in a small hug of your own before moving away to greet the other guests.

“Hey Kathy,” you smiled at the waitress who also happened to be your lab partner, “We’ll have the usual, but this time, can you add an extra order of scrambled eggs?”

“Sure thing,” the girl said, her sweet southern accent friendly and familiar. As she wished Jungkook good luck tonight as well, your boyfriend breathed a sigh of relief when she was out of earshot.

“What’s up baby bubble?,” you asked, concerned as he looked more tired and worn down than he did this morning, face darker than you felt comfortable.

“It’s just,” he sighed again, eyes focusing on his busy fingers playing with yours, “I don’t want to get their hopes up then let everyone down. I don’t want to not live up to their expectations.”

You saw the hesitation and fear in his face and you frowned. There was so much he needed to live up to with so little space for error that you could understand where he was coming from. Hell, you’d be more concerned if he wasn’t terrified of messing up. But Jungkook had always been a little self conscious and insecure about his abilities especially because he hadn’t been the star player he was at the beginning. Even through that, everyone knew he was talented enough to deserve every praise, you knew he deserved every title and every award he was given. You just needed him to see why.

“Hey,” you said softly, tilting your head to the side to catch his eyes, “You’re not going to live up to their expectations, you’re gonna exceed them. I believe in you, Tae believes in you, your parents believe in you, the whole university believes in you. But just because they believe in you doesn’t mean they don’t believe in your team as well. You guys are solid and practiced and passionate. You’re not walking out on that field alone, Jeon Jungkook, there are tons of people in the corner with you.”

He took in your words, letting them sink into his brain and ring in his ears as the food starts to come out, one by one. As you were about to pull your hand away from his to start eating, Jungkook tugs it back, slowly lifting it up to kiss your knuckles softly.

“Thank you,” he whispered, giving you an award winning smile like you knew he would and finally facing the food with widened eyes.

“Holy shit what the hell did you order?,” he almost yelled, looking at the table almost filled to the edge with plates of food.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you pouted as he pointedly looked at you. “My baby ain’t going out there unfueled, thank you very much. No quarterback boyfriend of mine is going out there without a fully nourished body.”

Staring at you, you just looked at him with an accusing face, not backing down.

“God I love you,” he groaned, making you smile as he picked up his fork and started digging in, not forgetting to cut pieces of pancake to feed you because he was just cheesy like that.

“I wonder if they know how disgustingly cute they are,” Kathy mused, standing next to Darla as the two women looked over at the couple giggling in the corner booth, feeding each other with more and more pieces of pancake to see who could fit more in their mouth.

“I’m sure they know, those assholes,” Darla smiled, wishing the two of them happiness in the innermost thoughts of her conscience.

“I feel like I ate a small whale,” Jungkook whined, your hand back in his as the two of you walked back onto campus, taking a detour back to the dorms so he could fulfill his pregame ritual.

“Well you have an insanely high metabolism so in a few hours that small whale will feel like one leaf from a salad,” you laughed, reaching up to fix his beanie over his dark brown hair, pulling it back down into place and landing a quick peck onto his cheek.

It was only nine in the morning and he didn’t start practice until two in the afternoon so you both decide to walk off your ridiculously large breakfast and took the long way around the campus. It seemed to be freezing out but the both of you knew better because you were out and about after all. Some days were just too cold to even consider stepping outside.

“Are you gonna be sitting with mom and dad again today?,” he asked, looking over at you questioningly. From the start of the season, Jungkook’s parents had started coming to every game to see their son play, and every game, you sat next to them, cheering him on.

“Yeah. Too bad Taehyung has to lead the marching band tonight. He would’ve loved to watch you play,” you sighed. Taehyung was Jungkook’s best friend and also one of the three drum majors of the university’s marching band which worked out well for a while. Jungkook would play and Taehyung would get into the games for free to watch him, but somewhere down the line, Taehyung had gotten good at being the drum major and suddenly, football games were more of him conducting than him watching.

“It’s alright. I saw him this morning, sleeping on the toilet with his score taped to his forehead. Poor guy’s really outdoing himself,” Jungkook said, chucking at the memory of a dazed Taehyung with his eyes barely open behind his thick glasses, walking around while he conducted a nonexistent band.

“It’s been a while since the band had to break out the piece of victory,” you agreed. The university’s marching band had certain pieces that they played for specific occasions, one of those occasions being a won championship title. Like Darla said in the restaurant, it’s been a good forty years since they last broke it out so it’s not a surprise that Taehyung had to learn it from a score and not from ear.

“Let’s hope his efforts don’t go to waste,” Jungkook said, turning the corner to reveal the stadiums entrance area and the big fountain in the middle of the clearing.

One of the many rituals Jungkook took part in before a game was the tossing of a coin into the bucket on the statue. He had some kind of superstition that if he landed the coin in the bucket, which was a good seven feet from the edge of the fountain, on the first toss, then they would have a successful coin toss once the game started. He had explained to you one night how winning the coin toss at the beginning of the game is crucial; it determines if he plays or not and in a way, it determines the advantage of one team over the other. You thought it was silly, but this was Jungkook so you let him be. If it made him feel better, it made you feel better.

While he dug around in his pockets for loose change, you broke away from his hand to walk around the fountain, thinking of all the times you had been here with him in the exact situation, yet you never stopped to fully take in the beauty that was the design of the marble and rock. Being an arts major, you had learned to appreciate beauty from the outside in. Maybe that’s why you fell in love with Jungkook.

Looking over, you ran your eyes over the same body you’ve known for almost three years. You took in his boyish features partially hidden behind a scarf, his tall and muscular build of a seasoned athlete, his dark brown hair that everyone assumed was black but you knew better. The wind was nippy and the temperature was cold, but when you looked at him doing the most mundane thing, he was looking for a coin goddamnit, you felt warm inside.

“Babe come ‘ere,” he waved you over with crinkled eyes and you knew he was smiling behind his scarf. When you reached him, he took your hand, kissed your open palm through your mittens, and replaced his lips with a quarter in the middle of your hand.

“I want you to do it with me,” he said, hope laced with his honey voice. “I want this toss to be done together. You don’t have to shoot for the bucket if you don’t want to it’s just- I want you to do this with me.”

Staring up at his big, bright eyes, you saw what you failed to see in other men: sincerity. Jeon Jungkook never dealt in uncertainties and never did anything half as well as he could have. He only worked in full, the living definition of go big or go home. So no, you couldn’t say no to the man that made your heart do mysterious things, taking the coin and closing your eyes to transfer your wish into the small piece of metal.

I wish for a lifetime of happiness for Jeon Jungkook.

“Ready?,” you hear him ask next to you, his voice just above a whisper even if it were only the two of you here.

Nodding you opened your eyes and focused on the bucket which seemed so far away. For a moment, you considered just tossing it into the basin of the fountain just to save yourself from embarrassment, but you realize just how important this wish is and tell yourself to get it together. Eyeing the large enough opening in the stone, you watch as Jungkook’s coin smoothly goes in, hearing a faint clang of metals. Suddenly, you’re letting go of the coin in an underhand position, holding your breath as you watch the coin’s projectile, hoping that you didn’t screw this up enough that it doesn’t land in the bucket.

Hearing the metal clang made your heart jump into your throat.

“Whoo!,” Jungkook yelled, picking you up by the waist and spinning you around before setting you back down on the ground. His eyes were sparkling under the white reflection of the freshly fallen snow and his lips were curled up in a soft smile making him look like an angel. You felt like you were looking at him for the first time, your heart in a familiar frenzy as you smiled back at him closing your eyes as he pressed a simple kiss to your forehead.

“Just because you made that shot, I’m gonna win the coin toss tonight. All because of you,” he joked, making you groan and laugh at the same time. He held on tight to your waist as you both started back to the dorms.

“Shut up. What’ll happen if you don’t win the coin toss?,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Nothing because that won’t happen because my girlfriend is fucking magic,” he said nonchalantly, shrugging as you softly punched his chest, laughing in embarrassment.

“You’re the very one telling me not to jinx it and there you go,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook just smiled and before you knew it, he was lifting you up onto his shoulder and running down the concrete.

“Oh my god! Jeon Jungkook put me down you behemoth!,” you screamed, hitting your boyfriend’s back and kicking your legs as if that would deter him in any way.

“My girlfriend is fucking magic!,” he just yelled making some students who were jogging or just walking around turn to look at the two of you, spinning you around, making you squeal and laugh, empty threats of killing him if he didn’t put you down.

It was times like this that made you understand how lucky you were. This boy, Jeon Jungkook, made a simple day brighter just by being by your side, by laughing and smiling without reservations even when he was plagued by his own stress. As the two of you happily laughed and screamed both at and with each other into the emptiness of a saturday morning, you couldn’t help but hope your wish from the fountain came true because even if it wasn’t with you, your boyfriend deserved the world because he was more than willing to give it to you.

A few more hours past with the two of you just lounging around Jungkook’s dorm, some of the boys coming in and out of the room to ask mundane questions or sneak some of your boyfriend’s protein powder into their juices as if that would help them with anything. Taehyung came in at some point, going off about how he was going to seriously hurt Jungkook if they don’t win tonight because that would mean he spent 28 hours memorizing a 15 minute piece for nothing. But the other ended up staying in the dorm with you two, taking over Jungkook’s spinny chair and rolling around the room, humming an unfamiliar melody.

“What time do you have to be down?,” Taehyung asked Jungkook, looking over at the other boy who was cuddling you on his bed.

“2 hours. Pregame practice was extended. You?,” Jungkook asked back, lazily turning his eyes back to where his laptop was playing the an old episode of the Magicians for you to catch up since you refused to watch any of the newer episodes with him until you were caught up completely.

“2 minutes,” Taehyung laughed, slouching back into his chair, “I don’t wanna play tonight I just wanna watch I mean it’s not every season my best friend annihilates the field.”

“Tell Tommy to take over for once,” Jungkook suggested, pulling you closer to his chest as scenes of Alice as a niffin played loudly from the speakers.

“Tommy’s pretty shit at waving his arms around,” Taehyung sighed, pulling himself up and out of the chair. “Looks like it’s times to frantically search for my uniform that’s probably still wrinkled from the last game. See ya on the field JK.”

Waving the other goodbye, it was back to just you two in the room, allowing you to take his full focus again. In two hours, Jungkook would be out of your arms and on the field, running drill after drill to perfection, but before that, you were gonna get in a good two hours of cuddling because damn was the boy soft when he wanted to be.

“Oh I forgot to give you something,” Jungkook started, shifting in the blankets and hopping off the bed, making you whine from the loss of warmth. “You’ve been wearing my old number for like, the whole season.”

“Yeah because you couldn’t find a jersey with your new number on it,” you confirmed, still focused on the screen in front on you and the blankets he left you swaddled in, “We had that whole argument about it remem- God Julia you fucking bitch! What the fuck are you doing?!”

Laughing into his closet, Jungkook shook his head at the intrusion of you yelling, focusing on finding that small box he hid somewhere in here as soon as it came in the mail so you wouldn’t have the chance to ask what it was.

“Of course I remember. That was by far our stupidest fight and we fought over whether tomatoes should be considered a vegetable,” he mused, turning over some dirty clothes he still needed to wash, rummaging through old shirts old shirts and socks that never found their pair, “I can’t believe you didn’t talked to me for a week.”

While other couples had their own unique pastimes like volunteering at animal shelters or taking care of old people’s groceries, you were proud to say that you and Jungkook’s pastime is nothing as progressive nor useful to society. Instead, the two of you engage in pointless and borderline chaotic arguments that usually end up in kisses and giggles anyway. And yeah, everyone pretty much hates them for it.

Once he found the box still taped and unopened, Jungkook took a deep breath, fighting the urge to pinch himself and check if he was dreaming.

“Here. Open it,” he prodded softly, moving his laptop so he could sit on his desk chair right in front of the bed facing you.

Smiling cautiously, you slowly took the box from him, shaking it first just in case he was trying to pull something on you. When you decided it was harmless, you look over at your boyfriend who was obviously sweating buckets as you cautiously ripped the sealing tape off. Softly grabbing his hand, you frown at him in confusion but offered comfort at the same time. When you opened the flaps of the box, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the blue, gold, and black dry fit fabric of a jersey you were familiar with. The number that was facing you in black ink, however, was not. Right under Jungkook’s last name was the striking 14 that matched his own jersey on the field.

“How- where did you get this? The university stopped making the jersey’s once season started,” you said breathlessly, picking up the shirt in your hands and out of the box, holding it by the shoulders to see the uniform in its full form.

“I uh,” Jungkook stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he was flustered, “I had it custom made. By the graphics department. Jimin knew a guy so I asked.”

Wearing Jungkook’s number was a big deal to the both of you. Sure, you could’ve been like all the other girlfriends that all sat with each other with their boyfriend’s jersey’s on their backs and aimlessly cheered during the games when their real attention was on Janet and why her and William were in another fight. Honestly, if you tried hard enough, you would’ve fit right in, but his number meant so much more than that to you. To you, wearing his number felt like being next to him on the field guiding and cheering him on and moving and breathing with him.

That’s why not being able to feel that level of comfort and connection for almost the entire season had made you uneasy every time you stepped foot into that stadium, or whatever stadium it was because no matter where the game was, you were there.

“I- oh god,” you choked, feeling the tears well up just enough to mess with your eyesight as Jungkook became a murky mosaic right in front of you, “I- I just-”

Smiling as you blubbered off in incoherent, unfinished sentences, Jungkook crawled onto the bed and resumed his previous position next to you, pulling the blankets over him and pulling you into his chest where the steady beat of his heart seemed to calm you down. Seeing your reaction made him confidence once more knowing he knew what could made you happy.

“Spit it out baby,” he chuckled, tracing soft circles on your arm and waist in an attempt to make you relax.

“You better fucking win tonight,” you threatened under sniffles and a stuffy nose, hitting him on the chest before wrapping your own arms around him.

“Alright babe, time to go,” Jungkook smiled nervously, one hand holding his helmet, the other around yours as the rest of the team started to get ready for practice with five hours under kickoff.

Rummaging in your bag, you handed him a gatorade like you always do before any practice, because electrolytes save lives, and moved your hand free hand upwards to smooth down some of his chestnut brown hair. As the strands danced between your fingertips, you smiled at the boy in front of you, literally doused in nervous energy. Jittery and excited, but nervous.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you softly scolded, “You better not be getting cold feet on me. What’s up baby boo?”

“It just…Every weekend for the past four months I’ve been under saturday night lights that highlighted my every move, my every mistake. And I don’t know why that didn’t bother me then, but now it’s all I’m thinking about and I-”

Pulling him into a tight hug, you reached up to hook your arms around his neck because you knew your arms wouldn’t fit around the bulky uniform and protective gear he was already wearing. Hearing Jungkook voice his nerves in a panicked tone made you feel like you were back in freshman year, a smaller, leaner Jeon Jungkook struggling to pull himself together for his first college game. It made you smile, even though the memory wasn’t a pleasant one, because he has once again proved to you just how far he’s come, and nothing, not even the nerves, was gonna make him jeopardize this game. Not when he’s come so far.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you cooed, stroking his hair as you felt him tighten his grip around you, “What happened to the big shot quarterback who never let anything or anyone faze him?”

“I don’t know,” he half groaned half whined into your shoulder, making you laugh at his comical distress when you knew you really shouldn’t be.

“Hey. If you ever get nervous or stressed, just remember what I told you this morning. You’re not going out there alone, you’re going out there as part of a team. As the leader of a team that trust you and that you need to trust in return,” you sighed, pulling away so you could cradle his face in your hands. Big, beautiful eyes were boring into yours as you gave him a comforting smile.

“You, Jeon Jungkook,” you whispered, making sure understood every word you said, “You earned that role. You worked just as hard as anyone on this team if not harder and I’m not just saying that because you’re my boyfriend, but because it’s true. So go and give Penn State a run for their money.”

As he just stared at you for a good few moments, you started to wonder if you said the wrong thing. That is, until he takes your cheeks in your hands and lands a deep kiss on your lips, pushing against your lips but bringing your body closer to him in ways that made you feel fuzzy in the head. Like you said, Jungkook wasn’t one to do something in fractions, only in full.

Breaking away from him, he chased after you which made you giggle, placing a hand over his chest to stop him. You felt the eyes on the two of you from his teammates and coaching staff, making your face flush and your cheeks heat up if a way you couldn’t appreciate in the cold winter weather.

“You have drills to run,” you said sheepishly, suddenly shy as Jungkook smiled at you with his hands still caressing your cheeks.

“Cheer for me on the field?,” he asked with soft eyes and a soft tone, making you wonder why his teammates were so intimidated by him when he freely lets these emotions and sides of himself show.

“I’ll be cheering the loudest,” you confirm, letting him kiss a few more times, your smile growing bigger and bigger with every loud smack of his lips on yours. Finally, he pulled away from you, sending you off with a wave of his helmet.

Starting the trek back to your dorm from the training center, you took in a fresh breath of air. This was going to be a peaceful walk back, you were sure of it.

“What are you idiots doing?! Get back inside. Did I say 20 burpees? Good, make it 50. And while you’re at it, go and give Penn State the trophy because you’d much rather loiter around like neanderthals instead of training! Get to practice!”

Oh. That’s why they’re intimidated by him.

“Oh sweetheart! I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you,” Jungkook’s mother cooed as she walked through the gates of the stadium with Jungkook’s dad in tow. Smiling at the two of them, you greeted them with hugs and quick exchanges of pleasantries before linking arms with both of them and walking into the stadium to take your seats.

“So how’s Junghyun and his wife,” you asked, waiting in line to get into the seating area. The stadium was already half full with students and parents and alumni traveling from everywhere just to watch the big game. Like Darcy said, it’s been a while since this old school had even seen a season this long.

“They’re good. They found a place just north of San Fran so they’re hoping to settle down soon. I hope they’re talking about baby plans but this old man can only hope,” Jungkook’s dad laughed heartily, a laugh that resembled Jungkook’s.

“What I really want to know,” his mom’s voice dropped into something akin to a whisper as she leaned over to you, “Is when are you and Jungkook finally gonna tie the knot, huh?”

“Mom!,” you laughed, pushing the woman with a flustered smile, “We’re still in college. Who knows, maybe Jungkook will dump me for some hot sorority chick next week.”

“Sure hope he has enough brains left in that thick head of his to know that’s not a good idea,” his dad laughed, “I almost made that mistake; would have costed me a lifetime of happiness.”

Softly smiling, you watched as the older couple shared knowing looks before bursting out laughing. When you had first met Jungkook’s parents, you couldn’t help but notice the pure love that still ran through their eyes, something that you had found yourself wanting with Jungkook ten, twenty, hell, fifty years down the line. Strength like that was hard to find between two people now days, but you had hoped it would never waver for them and you hoped that one day, you would know how it feels.

“That crazy old man almost dropped me for a girl he kissed once when he was high. I told him that if he wanted to do that, go ahead, but no one else was going to deal with him through the 13 hours it takes to go back to Korea,” she laughed and you were glad she did. Some people didn’t take to these things well, choosing to push it back into the deeper corners of their mind so it couldn’t hurt them a second time around.

“I was high when I told you that! Of course I wasn’t gonna leave you. Steve was just waiting for me to get out of the picture and hell was I gonna let him get you. He was gonna have to pry you from my cold, dead hands,” the man mused, making his wife smile and lean over to you again, as if telling you a secret that he didn’t already know.

“He’s just saying that because you’re here. He was ready to willingly give me to Steve as if I was gonna let him leave me, psh,” she rolled her eyes, pinching your side knowingly as her husband gave her side eyes.

Laughing, you couldn’t believe your ears as the tea from his parents came pouring out. This happened every time you saw them and every time, you felt like you were growing closer and closer to them. It wasn’t every day that you saw them, you wish it were, but each time was well spent, bonding over things that your own parents wouldn’t even talk to you about. And with this, you felt grateful. Grateful that you met Jungkook on the first day of orientation, grateful that he had introduced you to a whole new world of love, grateful that he had parents who had no problem supporting you as if you were their own daughter.

Showing your VIP passes Jungkook gave you at the beginning of every season, whether it be football or soccer, you were shown the way to the box, which you and his parents promptly ignored, choosing to walk down to the sidelines, sitting as close to the benches as the bleachers would allow you to.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to sit with us, you know. Go ahead and sit with your friends, I feel bad that you have to hang around with two old geezers,” his mom said, patting your knee as the the countdown to kickoff read fifteen minutes.

“Oh nonsense. I don’t have friends don’t worry,” you joked. But in reality, you had never wanted to sit with them anyway. Most of them cheered for Alex or Christian, thinking that Jungkook already had enough fans that they didn’t need to support him, but you knew otherwise which made it unbearable to be around them.

You turned and looked around, taking in the huge stadium that seemed to already be packed with fifteen more minutes on the clock. You had been to approximately 32 football games, yet nothing could prepare you for the overwhelming shock you felt seeing the crowd that came out to watch the playoffs. You could only imagine the pressure of both teams waiting to get out there.

Seeing flashes of metal refractions and sparkly uniforms, you look over to Taehyung leading the enormous marching band down the steps of the bleachers and into the stands that there marked off for them a little above your own seat. With the long blue coat over his white pants and black helmet, you smiled at Taehyung who seemed to be looking for you, knowing you would be somewhere close by. He looked stunning every time he put on that uniform as if it were made for him. Which it was, but that was besides the point.

Time ticked away slowly as you sat back and watched people come and go around you. You heard Taehyung yelling somewhere up there, something about warming up and tuning. The two best friends were intimidating leaders in their own respects. How fitting of both of them. His parents were engaged in a very serious game of pool on their phones which left you to your own devices. You would’ve gotten food, but that breakfast was still sitting with you and concession was probably a mess with only five minutes to kickoff. Your mind quickly drifted to Jungkook and how he was feeling. Tonight was a big night for everyone, but you knew the stakes were high for him especially with the focus on him and his plays.

“Y/n, they’re starting,” his mom nudged you, your eyes flying to the home tunnel where the cheerleaders and athletic staff were already lined up to greet the team. You stood and watched through the presentation of colors and the national anthem before hearing the stadium errupt in cheers and screams as the announcer called upon your university.

Your heart sped up in your chest as you watched the jumbo screen above. You knew you were too far away to see any of the players properly, but Jungkook was the one leading them so at least you would get a quick glimpse of him as they did their team presentation. When the tunnel opened and you saw the 14 right at the entrance, your breath caught in your throat as if it were the first time you saw him on the field. Even from behind his helmet, you could see his distinctive eyes, sharp and focused as he looked on both sides to his team before yelling something incoherent and the boys came charging onto the field in spurts of high energy. The scene was familiar and almost common that you were surprised when you felt your stomach flutter in nerves and excitement feeding off the boys’ energy.

As they started to come back to their bench to let Penn State be announced, you watch Jungkook rip his helmet off revealing his messy brown hair and dark eyes making your tongue go dry and the hot flame subtly ignite in the pit of your stomach. The uniform didn’t help in the least bit, squeezing his thick thighs and tight waist and his jersey riding up just a little bit to where you could see his ab muscles clearly defined from all the workouts and intense training. Lost in your thoughts of checking him out, you were shaken from them when you see him smirk over at you, obviously caught in your staring.

Having no shame, you just rolled your eyes at him, blowing him a kiss from where you were. Being the drama queen he was, he pretends to have been shot, hands flying to his chest and staggering back as his face contorts into one of fake pain.

So you just shot him a middle finger and he sends you a finger heart back, having the audacity to smile at you as if he wasn’t about to go into war over a pig skinned ball.

Three quarters later, you were sitting at the edge of your seat with the rest of the stadium. Jungkook played a little in the first quarter before sitting out the rest of the first half, saving all his energy for the second half when they switched to offense. With five minutes left in the game, the two teams were tied at 27 points each, enough time for another touchdown. Hell, that was enough time for you to walk all the way to your dorm, change pants, and walk back. But that also meant it was enough time for things to go very wrong very quickly. Jungkook had been playing for two quarters straight, never allowing himself to be taken off the field even when his coach told him to switch out with the secondary quarterback.

Jeon Jungkook: a stubborn kid.

As you watched him play by play, you could see how tired he was becoming from playing in the first quarter then for the whole second half. It was concerning, seeing him exert himself in ways you’ve never seen him do, but you knew he was capable of doing so. Jungkook was competitive, anyone could tell that much, but from what you could see, this was more than a competition, it was a challenge. A chance to prove himself to himself. That’s what he was fighting for. Yeah a championship title would be great and all, but what he wanted, what he was really going after, was the belief and confidence in himself.

As his team pushes closer and closer to their endzone and the clock gets uncomfortably close to 0, you see him kick up the intensity a few knots. His yelling of the play is clearer and more intuitive, even the way his body was placed seemed to be tighter but focused. And you realize why. Because this is the playoffs, there can’t be a tie, however, because there is one now, there’s only one solution: overtime. And if the two teams go into overtime, the coin toss is done again and it’s sudden death. And that means Jungkook has a very high chance of not being on that field which is bad. Very bad.

Because Jungkook is their best shot at winning. But he can’t win for them if he’s not on the field.

His mother seemed to have noticed this too, glancing over at you and taking your shaking hand into her own to provide comfort, but it wasn’t working. As he called the play and carried through the snap, you could tell from the get go that this play was going to end badly. There were too many pockets to be a coincidence; no defense was going to leave that many receivers open when they’re crucial right now. And you didn’t understand until you see Jungkook get tackled by three of the biggest players you’ve ever seen. And he didn’t get up.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, panic spiking in your chest as the athletic trainers and the medic on site rushed over to where he lay right on the 15 yard line, unmoving. You watched as they talked in hushed whispers, alternating your focus on him and his coach in front of you to get a grip on the situation. Trying to focus on something, anything that wouldn’t spike your blood sugar, you thought of ways to throw yourself over the connecting boundary to get to him, to tell him it’s okay to stop now and be tired.

He stayed down for what felt like hours but you knew it was only seconds until they were helping him on his feet and guiding him back to the benches where his coach called a timeout. As he was making his way there, he caught your eyes, letting you breath out a long held sigh of relief that he was okay. Then it was right back to panicking because when he smiled at you, you saw the glint in his eyes. The unmistakable glint that made your stomach do summersaults but made your heart hurt because that glint could only mean one thing. That fucker was going to force his way back onto the field.

Gulping, Jungkook took his spot at the center in what you knew was going to be the last play until the refs called overtime. They could do it, you knew they could. Jungkook had some of the best players in front of him with only 15 more yards from the endzone. Those were very generous odds.

You were chewing on your nail in nervousness, thumbing the edge of the jersey, his jersey. His number felt cold on your back even though you were in a temperature controlled stadium but you found yourself sweating as he called the play and caught the ball from the snap. You saw a pocket right away, Alex being wide open right in the middle of the endzone and as Jungkook was winding up to throw, time seemed to slow down. A defensive tackle did his job and closed the pocket. Your throat closed up as your boyfriend was down to seconds with no other option but to run it. So, in a split second decision, he fakes the pass and doges a linebacker with practiced precision, everyone in the stands, including you, jumping to their feet as he begins weaving his way through and around the players on the field.

3, 2, 2.5, 2.01, 1-

“And Jeon Jungkook completes the touchdown with 0.3 seconds to spare! University of Michigan wins the 2017 NCAA College Football Playoff National Championship!”

The cheers that follow are deafening but they didn’t come unwelcome. You will admit, you were speechless for a couple of seconds until you were overwhelmed with joy and relief, screaming and cheering with his parents. Taehyung runs down beside you and screams as well, exchanging hugs with his second parents and you in unprecedented happiness.

The rest of the team and their coaching staff run towards Jungkook who was already running towards them, the rush of adrenaline kicking in as they all yelled and jumped and celebrated with each other. Seeing the guards walk to the gates of the field, you run there yourself to be the first one let onto the field.

“Where the fuck is he- Jeon Jungkook!,” you yelled, seeing him almost right away from where he was being huddled and surrounded. Turning towards your voice, his smile overtook his face as he met your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself and broke into a sprint towards him, his arms already outstretched, ready to catch you.

And catch you he did. You wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck and he lifted you up, locking your ankles around his waist and his hands under your thighs, and spinning you around him circles as if playing a two and a half hour game didn’t absolutely drain him.

“You did it baby,” you all but yelled, squealing as spun you around even more. Not letting you down, you took both hands away from his neck, trusting him not to let you fall, and went to undo his helmet, removing it to find a face filled with sweat and hair and smiles.

You held his face in your hands as you brushed his sweat-laced hair from his bright eyes feeling as if it were only the two of you in this sea of people.

“I did it because you believed in me,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against your elevated on, “I did it because you always told me I could and tonight I needed to see that for myself.”

You never understood how people could say things without saying them; the theory was just something you couldn’t wrap your head around. But looking at Jungkook with that boyish smile of his that made your heart melt and those eyes that seemed to sparkle with pride and love under the stadium lights, feeling Jungkook all around you in faces of his teammates and the air your were breathing, you seemed to understand how one could say things without saying them. Because once your lips found his, you managed to say one thing and one thing only.

I wish for a lifetime of happiness with you, Jeon Jungkook.

a/n: okay so storytime this literally only took three days to write. All 8.5k which is crazy because I don’t even write that fast for my regular works. The power of quarterback!jeon everyone

-M♡

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Purgatory - Taehyung x Reader

He chuckled, deep and hardy, the laugh somehow seeming to echo through your surroundings despite the lack of walls for the soundwaves to bounce off of. He made no effort to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his smooth, pink lips.

“I can be… persuaded.”

[A Dead Writer’s Co. Collaboration]

word count: 6.5k

genre: demon au, smut

From the moment you drifted into consciousness, everything felt wrong. It was like an overwhelming sense of dread loomed over your entire being, sitting an uneasiness in the pit of your stomach you couldn’t quite place. You briefly began to wonder how long you’d been unconscious for, or more importantly, why you had been unconscious in the first place. Your memories and overall being were fuzzy, little recollection of your past, barely aware of who you even were. It was then that you finally decided to open your eyes, and everything was still far beyond wrong.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness hung over you as you stared up into oblivion. In your disoriented state, you started to realize that you were laying down. When you began sitting up, the orientation of your surroundings was incomprehensible. You placed your hands on the ground besides you, except– there was no ground. Only nothingness. It was as if you had been laying on a nonexistent surface, the blackness surrounding you consuming you from every angle.

You looked down at yourself, you could see your body. It was as if a spotlight was shining on you, yet there was no source for this light. It just appeared to… be there. You held your hand up and flipped it around a few times, studying it as if it weren’t your own. How could you see yourself in this tomb of darkness, with seemingly no light source?

“Finally, I thought you’d never wake up.”

The voice that startled you jolted through your body– it was cold and icy, but also deep and sultry. You spun around so quickly you almost fell on your face, using your hands to brace yourself against the absence of flooring beneath you.

The man you were faced with was, for lack of a better word, stunning. His facial features were just as sharp as the suit he was wearing– all black with seemingly out of place delicate gold flower patterns adorning the jacket. His hands which were folded in front of him sporting several large jeweled rings, and two simple black studs were pierced through each of his earlobes. Blonde hair, flat and unstyled, fell over his face to just barely cover his eyebrows, which were dark enough to be seen through the pale, unnatural appearing hair. From your position on the floor, where he stood only a few short steps away, you could clearly see his eyes which were intensely boring into your crumpled figure on the floor. They were certainly his most distinguishing feature.

Gazing down at you, were dark orbs of nothingness.

Once you came to your senses and scrambled to your feet, your were taken back by the way the unnamed man, or thing, seemed to laugh at your actions.

“Where the fuck am I? What’s going on?” You interrogated, taking a few precautionary steps back to put some distance between yourself and the mysterious being before you.

“Wow, no formalities with you, sweet cheeks?” A grin spread across his face, wide and bearing slightly pointed, bright white teeth. “I guess it’s up to me for the introductions. I’m Taehyung.” He extended a hand towards you, but you just stared at it, making no attempts at shaking it with your own. Realizing you weren’t going to be meeting his offered hand, he curiously tilted his head to the side as he studied your actions. In too much shock to properly think of a better response, you tentatively opened your mouth to tell him your name as well.

“I’m–”

“I know who you are, Y/F/N.” He cut you off before your soft, broken voice could get out more than a single syllable, catching you off guard to the point you almost stumbled backwards onto the floor. Your mouth opened again, ready to spit out more questions you doubted he’d answer, but he was quick to beat you once again.

“Did you remember your name? I’ll have to admit, I’m surprised. Most don’t.”

As if you weren’t confused before, now your head was absolutely spinning. Of course you remembered your name, what kind of person didn’t know their own name? You dug deeper into your own thoughts and realized that aside from your name… you didn’t know much else. You couldn’t recall your age, where you were from, any sort of memories of friends or family… it was like you barely remembered… existing.

Taehyung must have been able to read the confusion on your face, the daunting realization you were unsure of who you even were, so he chose to speak up again.

“Hate to be blunt, but you are not faring well in the mortal world, Y/N.” He took two steps forward as he spoke, testing the waters to see if you’d mirror him and move back. You didn’t, so he went on. “You have been in an accident, a car accident specifically. Doctors are currently unsure if you will survive the trauma which your brain has sustained, which is why you have woken up here. With me.

We are in purgatory.”

Had you been in any other realm, you probably would have fainted at the words your brain was so very desperately attempting to process. An accident? Brain trauma?

Purgatory?

“I’m dead?” The words fell from your lips before you could even properly think them over. You weren’t sure if that was a question you even wanted the answer to. He gave you no more than a shrug in response, looking down at the floor as he tried to think of his own reply.

“I guess. For now. But time works different here than in your world, my dear. Which means we can chat for a bit and decide if things are going to stay that way, sounds good?” The grin he fronted contradicted the meaning behind his words; the promise of life or death.

“Who… Wh… What, are you?” Your voice was hoarse, you wondered how long you’d been unconscious for here in this… this space you were stuck in. You were pleasantly surprised he actually let you ask the question without further interruptions.

He chuckled, almost as if he was amused by your cluelessness.

“God and Satan are busy men, my dear. When mortals like you are coming to their end, when we are unsure of where to send them, the higher ups sometimes let my kind and the angels help with those decisions. I am a demon, and one of Satan’s finest, at that.”

Your eyes immediately narrowed, and you weren’t sure if it was out of mistrust, or confusion. He seemed intrigued by your facial expression, prompting you to voice another one of the many thoughts running through your head.

“Come on, sweet cheeks, spit it out.”

“I… How is it not known whether or not I’m going to heaven or hell by the time I’m on my deathbed?” You were never a very religious person, but something like this seemed black and white. If you’re good and pure, you go to heaven. If you’re a sinner, you go to hell.. right?

“Oh darling, it’s not that simple at all. If you were wanted by either side, I would have no job here.” He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world. He stepped closer to you, close enough that he had to tilt his head downward to make eye contact now– if you could even call staring into those voids of darkness, “eye contact”.

“That’s the whole point here, don’t you see? You either prove yourself to be worthy enough to sent back to the mortal world, or at the very least worthy enough to be sent up to heaven.” You hadn’t realized how close he was until you felt his hot breath, funneling each world directly into your ear. Until you smelled him– he smelled of no cologne a human would wear, but a very distinct scent was still there. Metallic, bitter in a way, almost strong enough to burn your nostrils.

Blood.

“I… have another question,” you managed to squeak out. He was intimidating you at such a close proximity, and if that was his intention, it was working quite well.

“I’m all ears, doll face,” he breathed, turning his head to look deeply into your eyes once again, your faces now mere inches apart.

“Why… why am I with you, a demon? Why not an angel?” You tried to choose your words carefully. Who knew what could tick off a demon literally spawned from hell? “Am I leaning more towards hell rather than heaven?”

“I can be… persuaded.”

You gaped at him, knowing exactly where he was going with this but unsure of how to… approach it. The tip of his tongue darted out from his lips, ghosting over the bottom one as his eyes scanned over your face (or at least, you thought that’s what they were doing). He leaned in closer again, pressing his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“You don’t think I know about your sins already, princess?”

You couldn’t deny, the hell demon standing before you was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, human or not. The way his black eyes pierced right through you, his inviting lips which he kept biting at with his tauntingly sharp teeth.

“Are you calling me a sinner?” you breathed, hoping your words wouldn’t come out too weakly and you could at least attempt to maintain a front that you weren’t somewhat scared of the being before you. Taehyung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment as he reached a strong, veiny hand up to cup your neck. His hands were warm, and contrast to what you expected, goosebumps rising all over the skin down your neck and shoulders from his touch. You could feel the icy metal of his rings where they pressed into your skin.

“I wouldn’t be calling you one if I didn’t already know the things you’re capable of, darling.”

With his last words he pulled you in closer, close enough to finally press your lips together. You eyes immediately fell shut, his overpowering, unearthly presence overwhelming all of your senses. You didn’t resist the kiss, in fact, quite the opposite. You longed for it; longed to taste him, to feel him, to please him.

The kiss was brief, nowhere near as deep as you would have liked it to be. When he pulled back he looked over every inch of your face, almost appearing… concerned?

“This is okay?” he whispered, thumb gently stroking the skin of your neck as he caressed it. You couldn’t help the small smile that broke across your face, a giggle even escaping from your lips.

Who knew demons from hell cared about consent?

“Yes Taehyung, this is great,” you breathed, affirming him verbally this was alright. You liked the way his name rolled off of your tongue.

The whole situation was truly absurd in every sense of the word, quite difficult to believe. Maybe this was all just some sort of fever dream, a side effect of a coma or the trauma you’d gone through. Maybe they had you on some drugs with strange side effects in the hospital. Despite trying to tell yourself this had to have been a dream, everything about the beautiful man before you felt too real; his smell, his warmth, the taste of his mouth that still lingered on your lips. You were just getting started yet every part of you was already craving more. He gave you that same devilish grin at your consent, but this time it seemed to have a more playful edge.

“Good, then shall we move this to somewhere more comfortable?” With his words a hand dropped down to your waist, leading you back several steps to where a grand, king sized bed had appeared behind him. It looked like something out of a vintage styled master bedroom, with deep red silk sheets, the color matching the way he smelled. Not bothering to wonder where the bed came from (Well, what was the point? You still barely had any understanding of the mystical realm you were even in.), you followed suit as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He spread his legs to widen his lap, a comfortable seat for you to take as you were guided to straddle him.

“Now… where were we?” he mused, ghosting his hands over your sides and up to the back of your shoulders. He drew you in again, and this time the kiss he went in for was much deeper. You hummed lowly against his mouth as his hands threaded their way into the hair at the base of your neck, gripping it loosely. Enough to hold you there, but not enough to hurt. The kiss grew sloppy quickly, but neither of you seemed to mind. Your tongues ran against one another in perfect sync, teeth occasionally clacking from the open-mouthed nature of the kiss. You were sure at one point when he daringly nibbled at your bottom lip, his much sharper teeth managed to draw blood. You gasped at the light stinging pain, hand reaching up to feel if he had actually broken skin. Taehyung chuckled to himself, sometimes forgetting mortals were fragile.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll get that.” He leaned in, swiping his tongue against your chin and bottom lip. After he collected the thick liquid into his mouth, swallowing it down as if it were the sweetest honey, he attached his mouth back to yours, pressing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste the metallic substance for yourself. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth at the action, and you shifted your hips, angling them to push down into his crotch. You could feel his erection straining against his suit pants, and even through the layers of fabric you could feel how large he was.

“Isn’t this supposed to be me proving myself?” you questioned, pulling back from the kiss to look at him as he groaned from the light friction between your hips.

“I guess you’re right sweet cheeks, that it is.” Taehyung’s voice sounded more strained than before, proof to you that he was getting more worked up than he’d like to lead on. You moved to get up off of his lap, and his hands fell from where they were still situated behind your neck onto his thighs. You sank down to the ground, rubbing a hand over his tented crotch and palming him harshly. As you looked up at him, you gave your head a slight tilt and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“You are quite the vixen,” he breathed, reaching out to grab your jaw between his fingers. He studied your face, his black eyes making his gaze appear all the more threatening. You simply shrugged in response, practiced hands making quick work of his belt and pants buttons. Once unzipped, you pulled at the waistband of his boxers to dip your hands into the warmth, and when you finally made contact with his erection he hissed the tiniest bit at how cold your hands felt. He watched in amusement as you pulled out his impressive member, loving the ways he could see your pupils visibly blow out.

“Go on then, I know you know what you’re doing,” he encouraged, a hand tangling it’s way back into your hair. It wasn’t rough, in fact maybe even more so comforting as you could feel his fingers gently massaging your scalp. You certainly didn’t need to be told to go twice, leaning in to tease your tongue against his slit as one of your hands settled around the base of his wide girth.

With your mouth finally on him, his grip in your hair tightened. You didn’t mind– he probably knew that. He didn’t hold back the low moans spilling from his mouth as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sinking down right away to feel the hot heaviness on your tongue. You closed your eyes and moaned around him, wanting him to know he wasn’t the only one enjoying this experience. As you began bobbing your head, twisting your hand and stroking to meet your mouth were you couldn’t fit him without straining yourself, he made no efforts to control you. He held onto you, but didn’t try to use you to fuck himself with your mouth. You were skilled, he was more than aware, and he purely wanted you to show him exactly what you were capable of.

“Come on baby, I know you can take more than that.” His voice sounded more like a growl, heavy with lust. You fluttered opened your eyes to look up at him, his dark gaze seeming to have become impossibly more intense. You pulled off of his cock and let yourself take a few deeper breaths, knowing if you were going to purposely gag yourself you should properly have some air in your lungs first.

“Yes sir,” you purred as you leaned back in, hollowing your cheeks as you dove in once again. You noticed he raised his eyebrows a bit at the name, but you didn’t let your eyes linger on his face as you closed them once again. Sinking down as far as you could, you didn’t think your mouth had ever been so stretched open before. He was thick along with his impressive length, and for once you thought maybe you were faced with a cock that you wouldn’t be able to take in all the way even with your deep throating abilities. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you breathed in through your nose as you kept pushing, going maybe an inch further before you began choking around him. The deep groan you received in response was nothing short of encouragement, only pulling away the slightest bit before going back down even further.

There was just something about the feeling of choking on cock that made you feel so… empowered. It was a weird way of giving yourself up to someone, sort of self degrading even, but knowing how good it made the other party feel was truly exhilarating. The beautiful sounds falling from Taehyung’s lips, he was practically melting under you as you forced yourself to go further down onto him.

“Holy fuck, do you know how good you look with a cock in between those pretty lips, princess?”

That. That was what you loved about choking on cock.

You opened your eyes again, but this time it was more difficult as there were tears threatening to spill over at any second. Looking up at his face, he was just as sweaty and unkempt as you hoped he’d be. It was like you had all the power in the world right now as he unravelled beneath you. You squeezed and twisted your hand at the base of his shaft, still unable to swallow around his whole length despite your best attempts. Your hand seemed to be sufficient compensation, pulling your head back several times to fuck your own throat with his cock. His head fell backwards, the grip on your hair tightened even more, and you knew you were doing everything right.

After a few more moments of repeating the same actions which he seemed to be enjoying the most, you were startled when he roughly pulled you off of him by your hair. You gasped for air, not even realizing you had been depriving yourself of it for a little too long.

“I don’t wanna cum before we get to the fun stuff, doll face.” His breathing had grown heavier, slightly labored as he spoke. Your stomach swelled with pride and arousal, knowing it was you who had that effect on him.

“And what would ‘the fun stuff’ be?” You reached a hand up to wipe some spit off of your face, and he guided you back up towards the bed as you did so. Once you were up on your feet, he nudged you onto the bed until you were properly sitting back on it.

“Why tell you, when I can just show you?” Taehyung hummed with his words, and now it was his turn to stand as he began undressing himself. He undid the buttons on his patterned suit jacket, discarding it onto the floor. As he got to work on the buttons of his black dress shirt, his eyes hungrily raked over your body.

“Why don’t you get a little comfy too, sweet cheeks,” he prompted as his dress shirt fell to the floor alongside his jacket. Taehyung’s body was toned, shoulders broad and well proportioned to his slim waist. Nothing overly impressive, but a sight you didn’t mind looking at nonetheless. His skin was pale, but you figured demons from hell probably didn’t get much sunlight. Once you were done admiring his beauty, you sat yourself up to make quick work of tugging your own shirt over your head. You tossed it off the bed, assuming it would meet up with Taehyung’s clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor that could be dealt with later. By the time you had looked at him again his pants and underwear were both gone as well, leaving him standing before you fully showing everything he had to offer.

“Look at you,” he breathed, back onto the bed within one stride. You were still in your bra and pants, but that didn’t stop him from looking at you with dark eyes that appeared to be filled with nothing but lust.

He reached for the waistband of your pants, but halted his actions and glanced up at your for further permission. It seemed almost trivial to you the way he kept seeking consent, yet somewhat endearing at the same time. You were under the impression with all he had alluded to earlier that this was well, definitely going to happen. Still, here he was, checking on you every step of the way to make sure you were both on the same page. Not exactly stereotypical 'demon’ behavior, as far as you would ever imagine.

Once you gave him a nod of approval he was quick to pull your pants and underwear both down in one swift motion, while at the same time you reached back to unclip your bra and discard that article as well. With the both of you completely nude, after tossing your last bit of clothing to the floor he moved up the bed to hover over you.

“Gorgeous,” he simply breathed, his scent washing over you as he spoke. He looked down at your now entirely exposed body in full, drinking up every inch of you as if he were committing it to memory for himself.

“Not too bad yourself,” you were quick to reply, enjoying the cocky smirk you received in response to the comment. You cupped his jaw and brought his face down closer to yours, connecting your lips once more and savoring the feeling of your mouths moving against one another. Your lips parted when you were startled by the feeling of two large hands gripping your breasts, massaging them with with gentle pressure. At the given opportunity Taehyung snuck his tongue past your parted lips, earning a moan from you in response while you slid your own tongue back against his. It was foreignly intimate, the languid way your tongues tangled as he rolled your breasts in his hands with great care.

These repeated actions went on for what had to have been full minutes, your hands caressing over the dips and curves of his own well sculpted body as he did the same to yours. His knees bumped between your legs to spread them a bit further apart, and you bent them up to give him greater access.

“You know darling,” when he finally broke the kiss to speak, you both sounded as though you were already out of breath. “I would love to get a proper taste of your beauty but,” he reached a hand up, ghosting his fingers over the small cut in your lip he had accidentally inflicted earlier. “I’m not sure that’s a risk I should take unfortunately.” He chuckled lowly, pressing two fingers in to your mouth and running them against your tongue. You were quick to respond, wrapping your lips around his digits obediently and greedily sucking on them to slick them up with your own saliva. Taehyung groaned at your eager response, shutting his eyes and tilting his head down to look away.

“And you questioned why a demon was assigned to you?” He sounded like he was talking more to himself, muttering under his breath with light amusement in his tone. You couldn’t help but smile around his fingers, reaching up to grab his hand and pull them out of your mouth with a lewd pop. You couldn’t possibly be bothered in that moment to wonder how a system of demons and angels meeting mortals in purgatory was really supposed to work, but maybe that was something you could reflect on at a later date if you didn’t make it back to earth. For now you were much too distracted by the erection being pushed against your thigh, Taehyung appearing as if he was on the verge of rutting against your leg if he didn’t get inside of you soon.

He brought his long fingers down in between your legs, making sure to trace some of your wetness in a trail down your body to make you shiver as he went. Clearly he wasn’t in the mood for teasing, catching you off guard and diving his two spit soaked fingers directly into your entrance. You gasped sharply, but he was quick to lean back up to your mouth and swallow up all the wonderful sounds you began eliciting as his fingers pumped in and out of you with little to no mercy.

“I know you can take it.” He practically growled against your mouth, just causing your moans to grow even louder. He was relentless, fingering you with the sole intention of opening you in preparation for his impressively sized cock and less so your own pleasure. You weren’t concerned though, he was right. You certainly could take it, and did find some enjoyment in his actions despite the roughness.

The kiss you shared had grown even sloppier, this time however Taehyung seemed to hold himself back more than he’d prefer now in hesitancy of his sharp teeth. He indulged in the way your pretty moans came out in endless waves, and you were able to tell from the way he smirked into the kiss with the more sound you made. He didn’t waste time and as soon as he felt you were ready enough he was adding a third finger– a step of preparation you didn’t think you usually needed but he… may have been an exception.

“Think you’re gonna be able to handle me, princess?” He pulled back from the kiss, panting, enjoying the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him as his fingers curled and scissored inside of you.

“I think you and I both know well enough I most certainly will be able to handle you.” You sounded as if you were almost challenging him, daring him to really show you what he had to offer just to prove you could take it. To your pleasure, he actually hadn’t dropped the word 'slut’ in any earlier conversation, but he did unsurprisingly seem to be hyper aware of your promiscuity back at home. Not that you were complaining, of course. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, suddenly pulling his hand out of you and using it to grab one of your legs and push it towards your chest.

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?” And with that, he was inside of you. It was such a quick, sharp, smooth motion, it in itself was a reminder to you that the being you were messing around with was not one from your world. You cried out into the void around you, the sound once again illusively echoing off of your nonexistent surroundings. Taehyung seemed pleased with your reaction, watching your face closely as you adjusted to the feeling of his large member filling you up. He slung your one leg over his shoulder, effectively keeping you in a position where you knew that the moment he began moving he’d be hitting your g-spot dead on.

“What’s the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?” He nuzzled his nose against your jawline, the action much too sweet to match the lust-filled implications behind his words.

“Yeah… yeah something like that,” you managed to choke out, tightly gripping his biceps as he shifted the tiniest bit over you, the movement causing another shamefully loud moan to escape your lips. Taehyung was loving every second of this, entertained by the reaction he was getting out of you.

“Well? Come on then,” you prompted through a grunt. The tip of Taehyung’s tongue poked out in amusement at the way you were still trying to keep up such a confident facade, when he had every intention of absolutely destroying you.

“As you wish.”

You had expected him to be just as ruthless as he had been with his fingers, preparing yourself for him to pull out and snap his hips back with such force he’d have you screaming. However he only pulled out slightly, maybe not even hallway, rocking back into you shallowly and starting up a gentle pace. He was hitting your g-spot, just as you had anticipated, but with the lack of force behind each thrust not much more than a dull warmth curled in your stomach. That was exactly what he was going for though, ready to work you up slowly so the orgasm that would rip through you once he finally picked up the pace would be absolutely explosive.

“Holy fuck Taehyung, you feel so good,” you moaned, your head falling back against the mass of pillows behind you. He grinned, one hand tightly gripping your hip while the other held onto the leg he had over his shoulder. With every thrust you felt fuller than you’d ever been in your whole life, just wishing he’d speed up the tiniest bit, enough so you could work up to a climax you were craving so deeply.

“You look so pretty doll face, I knew you’d look even prettier when I filled you up with my cock.” Taehyung was panting his words, burying his face in your neck and mouthing at your skin as he continued to fuck you.

He kept up that pace for a while, almost sweetly slow as if his soul intent was making you feel good for as long as possible. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks, surprised by the softness of hair appearing such an unnatural color. Did demons bleach their hair? Was that a thing? You were too preoccupied to care.

There was something about having sex with Taehyung that made him different than any other partner you’d ever been with. You felt strangely connected to him– maybe it was simply because he wasn’t human, controlling and manipulating you in ways only a demon could, or maybe it was because he already had an understanding of you you were barely able to comprehend. The innocent human side of you preferred to believe the latter.

Taehyung brought you out of your thoughts when he decided it was time to switch things up, leaning back and grabbing your other leg to also bring that one over his shoulder as well.

“Ready, sweet cheeks? Because once I start, I’m not going to hold back.” You found it almost comical in a way that he considered all of the pleasure he’d already indulged you in as not yet 'starting’, because you certainly got your own fair share of enjoyment from the lazy sex you had been enjoying with his face pressed into your neck.

“Ready? Of course I’m ready, I’ve been waiting.” The same grin you were beginning to recognize splayed across his face, and you took some pride in knowing he found your sassy nature amusing. Instead of responding, without another word he pulled his hips almost all the way back, then slamming into you with even more force than he had when he first pressed into you. This time when you cried out you tightly gripped his hair, which earned a hiss from him but he appeared to enjoy it too. That was when Taehyung became merciless, giving you no time in between as he pulled back out and repeated the same forceful thrusts. Now, with the way he held your legs and his new change in pace, the pounding against your g-spot was dizzying. Your back began arching off of the bed from the intense pleasure, but he was quick to adjust his hold on your legs to press you down flat, practically folding your body in half as he slammed into you.

“Come on princess, stay still and take my cock like a good girl,” he grunted, emphasizing his works with every sharp thrust. The heat in your stomach was building much too quickly, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you were cumming with the rate he was going at.

“F-Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Your words were strained, a struggle to get out though your heavy breaths and moans. As if on queue, he reached a hand down in between your legs, thumb going straight to your clit.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” That was all it took, his words combined with the pressure on your clit and you were cumming around his cock as a white hot orgasm ripped through your entire body. As you came you moved your hands down to dig your fingernails into the skin of his biceps, and you could feel how hot your face got, burning as you saw spots in your vision. Your entire body was trembling as each wave of pleasure coursed through you, and with every hit of his cock on your g-spot it was like a new wave summated, intensifying the orgasm. Taehyung continued to fuck you through your high, not faltering for a second until he noticed your body begin to relax again and you stopped clenching around him. He slowed his pace yet maintained his force, fucking you deeply until he was on the edge of finishing himself off.

Taehyung pulled out, taking the hand that he’d used on your clit and wrapping it around his own slick length. Within a few fast strokes, his hot seed was shooting out onto your torso. You watched in fascination as he painted himself all over you, his head falling back as the most beautiful moans you’d ever heard fell from his lips. You were still in a sort of daze from your own orgasm, barely noticing when he flopped down at your side, slinging an arm over your chest.

Now that he wasn’t hovering over you, you were faced with so much nothing in the space above you looking at it almost made your head hurt. It was like being in a room where the ceilings were so high you got overwhelmed, except this time there wasn’t actually a ceiling there. Save for your unusual surroundings, if you just focused on the being besides you, and not the fact that he wasn’t human, everything about this almost felt… right. Taehyung laying next to you, pulling you closer into his sweaty chest for a post sex cuddle, his eyes having fallen shut as he nuzzled into your shoulder. You reached a hand up to thread through his messy hair, petting him gently as you two laid next to each other in a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, your own eyelids grew heavy, and you were sure within minutes you would fall asleep in Taehyung’s arms.

“You know, I’m not supposed to get attached to mortals,” he began. His voice roused you but not enough to reopen your eyes. In fact, trying to open them the slightest bit, you realized even if you wanted to properly open them to look at him for some reason you couldn’t.

“And you’re not supposed to remember any of this unless we meet again at some point.” It was almost like there was something in his tone akin to disappointment. You wanted to say something, so many questions still reeling through your mind you still had never gotten the opportunity to voice to him. His voice was soothing, deep and gentle as it lulled you closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

“But… There’s something special about you, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh my god. She’s waking up. Someone get the doctor I think she’s actually waking up!”

The excited voice beside you only further disturbed what had felt like such a peaceful slumber, and after a few more seconds of rousing yourself your eyelids fluttered open. You were met with the sight of a sterile white hospital room filled with equipment you couldn’t possibly name if you tried, as well as several of your closest family members. None of them looked like they’d slept properly in days, deep bags under all of their eyes, new worry lines over some of their faces, yet all of their eyes held the same teary eyed hope as they watched you wake up. Your mother burst into tears and hunched over near your bedside as she sobbed, and combined with everyone else’s reactions to your awakening you wondered how long you could have possibly been out for.

Your memories had returned, such as those of your past, but a lot was still fuzzy. You recognized now however that you had a better sense of who you were, and you knew that the world you had returned to must have been the right one.

Once your mother had composed herself, her and the rest of your family began explaining what had happened, the accident, the induced coma you had been in for over a week now. It was all quite alarming, as you had very little recollection of the actual events of the accident and absolutely none of everything after. But that was all the past now, as clearly all your family cared about was the fact that you’d actually woken up and remembered who they were.

“Oh honey, you had us all so scared,” your mother sighed with a small shake of her head, fondly reaching over to move a loose strand of hair out of your face. She studied your features for a moment, quizzically tilting her head to the side.

“Has this always been here?” Her delicate fingertips brushed over your bottom lip, and you were sure your eyes widened as you reached your own hand up to run your fingers over the small cut in your delicate skin.

Taehyung had certainly left his mark on you.

#bcgnet #bts smut #bangtan smut #taehyung smut #tae smut #v smut #by kristen

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jungkookio · 7 years ago

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milkboy™

#i finished one of my many wips #bangtanbuds #yoonminguknet #bcgnet #jeonjungkook.net #.png #i’m just trying to keep myself distracted tbh #but at least i’m being productive i guess #my art

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wasabiwabie · 7 years ago

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Style exploration w/ Tae 🌙✨

#bts fan art #kim taehyung #vocalkingsnet #btscreatorsnet #bcgnet #lmao this series is still happening #also ive been dead but im back #will be posting more often now that im done with school #digital #artwork

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feralbangtan · 6 years ago

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“I pray I tell myself I won’t hope for other’s failure My family and fan, and my team are my top priorities That’s right, let’s earn money My grand ambition is quite high The world is yours Now the entire world is god damn in my hand”-Tony Montana, Agust D

Blue Exorcist x BTS: Jungkook as Suguro

Rin Yukio Sheimi Izumo Amaimon Renzo

#ggukienet #rainbowbtsnet #armiesnet #bcgnet #yoonkooknetwork #blue exorcist #ryuji suguro #jeon jungkook #bts moodboard #bts #jungkook moodboard

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gothnamgi · 7 years ago

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send me a group + mv and i’ll make you an aesthetic gifset ♡

↳ bts’ ‘spring day’ for @mygjhs, peach anon, and anonymous

#armiesnet #networkbangtan #bangtanbuds #bcgnet #pocarmysunited #rainbowbtsnet #mine #mv aes #bts #gifs

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lovchim · 7 years ago

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the man, min yoongi.

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eris0330 · 7 years ago

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Hiraeth - Part Sixteen

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.6k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽M. List☾ ; 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 19 // 20 // 21 // 22 [ongoing]

“When are we there?” Taehyung asked for the fifth time to try annoy Jimin, while the bumps on the road disturbed others from taking a nap. Early morning as the sun started to rise, the boys has used it productively to pack a van with clothes, first aid kit and electronics to stay in a cabin on Jeju Island. Yoongi was able to convince the head manager for a mini trip to relax for once, even though no one would believe they’d try to relax without working unknowingly. That’s what they have been taught to do, work hard and never give up. It didn’t matter whether they went to the most luxurious places in the world, they’d always work on their phone or computer because that’s what they love. To create beauty, whether it’s unseen through their unpublished songs or felt through their voices. But there was a type of longing in Yoongi’s eyes, asking for a request to take off. The manager had no idea, why it had to be so soon or if there were a legitimate reason rather than vacation.

“Shouldn’t be that far now” The manager answered, tapping on the steering wheel while humming to his favourite jazz track. With that, Taehyung continued to pout and prepare to stretch his legs when time was right. It didn’t come as a surprise, to see him this excited or bored in a car. Taehyung was always the exploring type of person, to take pictures with his brand-new camera that he loved to play with, even at home. He always found a way to entertain himself whether it was through the lens of a camera, or with the help of his friends. But time passes the best, when he is surrounded by familiar faces and scenery. The way the foggy grass glistered like glitter at the sunlight rising from the hills, while the birds crossed the blue sky revealing itself between the clouds. With that, it was like only a few seconds has gone by before the manager claimed they have arrived to their destination. A modern grounded house, hidden in a delicate forest and a small pond with Koi fish outside the veranda. The house was rented from a middle-aged man, who loved to use the place as his escape house. The stranger explained that it was the only place he felt safe and comfortable, as the manager searched for a hideout to rent for the boys. It wasn’t far from the grocery shops and nearby tourist attractions, which the boys appreciated. Even though the trip was strictly non-work related, they would never stop making anything to a game when it came to take decisions. Picking a room was a fail of a mafia game, but eventually they ended up finding a partner to sleep with. One room with 3 beds and the other two with 2 beds, to settle down. Settling down in the segment of a non-camera environment, they had time to take out all of their stuff to change a bedroom to a mini studio. The essentials were a mixer and a laptop, anything else were merely in the hand of a phone. Namjoon and Taehyung were the first to step outside, taking a photo of the colourful vibrant fish. Even though the pond was filled, they couldn’t take their eyes off the one single white glittery fish swimming between the others. A shiver ran down Taehyung’s spine, before they could exchange eyes, it was like their minds were mutual. Not a single word, but a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, letting him know that he wasn’t alone, thinking about you. Everything reminded them of you, and the way it all became monochrome in seconds. They missed you.

“Hey, check this out” Jin yelled from the inside, intriguing the curiosity of the others. The boys surrounding a deck of golden playing cards, they knew what was about to happen.

“Care to join a little poker?” The eldest requested, wiggling his brows while the others were contemplating whether to join or not. It’s not that they were professionals, but neither were they amateurs, they knew how to fake something when needed to.

“Get ready to get your ass beat” The youngest provoked, smirking his devil smile while finding the snacks in his bag. It fired something inside Jin’s heart, to beat this little shit from being so smart. But that just meant, that Jungkook had already won the first game. The other boys followed suit, to sit in a circle around the woodened dining table. The fireplace heating up the room, while each of them looked curiously on their cards at hand. After an hour, none of them had lost all of their cash yet. Though, the sweat drops had begun to appear when the alcohol served by the manager, had taken into their vessels.

“You’re bluffing” Hoseok claimed, displaying his eyes three times bigger than natural while ‘calling’ to Namjoon’s ‘raise’. The other 94’er couldn’t help but smirk at his remark, while shrugging his shoulders as playful as he could. “I never bluff” he replied, folding his hands neatly.

“You always bluff” Jimin interacted, while betting. His intense dark brown eyes pricking holes into the golden cards, while the other contemplated to fold or risk their money with a bad bet.

“Since when was the last time I bluffed?” Namjoon questioned, raising a brow for intimidation.

“Like a minute ago, you fool” Yoongi interrupted, watching the stake rise higher, enjoying the fact he was just the dealer in this game. With the acting of being offended by the remarks, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel defeated about the doubt that his members had around him.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing to be bad at bluffing, it happens that some people just suck at it” Jungkook added, while folding and continue to watch the others lose their bets. His fingers tapping on the glass of beer, thinking about the times they all bluffed. The time, they bluffed the whole world.

“I know what you’re thinking and you seriously got to stop doing that to yourself” Taehyung commented, munching on his bear shaped chips. His lips covered in crumbs and glasses sliding down on the bridge of his red hinted nose, while the brows showed determination. Jungkook quickly nodded, looking down in his light golden-brown shaded liquid to pout before taking a bitter sweet sip.

“We miss her too, Jungkook” Jin commented in a low tone, letting his eyes fall on the youngest. In reality, it was just a few days to escape. But maybe, it was just an excuse to try to erase what can’t be changed.

“For how long, do you guys think we can stay like this” Jungkook questioned doubly at himself, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. It was a question, they were all familiar with. It’s not that the life with supportive fans were a drag, because they loved them dearly. They loved doing something, that people would enjoy. But they always stumbled upon the mirror in front, without the mask they had created for the fans, most likely, for themselves. They were all afraid, to lose themselves in the mask and never find it again. The pain that gave them the biggest discomfort, holding deeply in their hearts and nothing could take that away.

“As long as we possibly can” Hoseok answered, scanning the five cards on the table that would eventually tell who is the real liar.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” Jungkook muttered, knowing well that they wouldn’t be able to do it forever. Because at one point, they will all go mad, if nothing were to fix it. The mask would break, of the cracks that came along the way of being overused.

“NO WAY YOU DIDN’T” Hoseok screamed, pointing his fingers on the players cards being displayed. Realising, no one had the best cards and the High card won. They were all bluffing and by luck, Namjoon won. Retrieving the full fake cash on table, it was a mutual decision to end the game before blood were involved.

“I’m hungry too, should we go to the grocery store?” Jimin questioned, watching the sun fall down behind the trees. His eyes feeling tired, or it was the alcohol to blame. Regardless, he needed something to fill his empty stomach.

“We should” Hoseok and Namjoon stood up from the warm chairs to add in for the encouragement of daily shopping. The other following slightly along with slow motions, unaware that there was still one left at the dining table. Their eyes following the bare feet of a snow white, sitting with half closed eyes while pouting lightly.

“I’m going to take a nap and will help with dinner later” He claimed, getting up to reach the goal of his bed. The other shrugging, knowing well that he keeps his promises about helping with dinner.

“You know what, I’m not surprised” Jin spoke lightly with a smile, putting on his coat to then reach for his shoes. The other agreeing while adding to the comment of the levels of tired that Yoongi could go through. It was a beautiful weather to step out, feeling the cold wind stay still and the lamps lighting up on the streets. Their noses turning red and steam coming from their mouths, which Taehyung and Jungkook had a lot of fun with during their shopping trip. On the other hand, Yoongi enjoyed the weather from the inside. The duvet covering his body, while he positioned himself on his side to send a last text from his phone before his tired lids closed in. They were all great at bluffing, but Yoongi were the champion of that, during this trip.

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sugaurora · 7 years ago

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sun. moon. star. | 01

Each day you grew more frustrated that Taehyung was taking so long to make you his wife. Until the day the truth of your forgotten past was uncovered and threatened to tear you both apart for good.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Mild Angst, Fantasy, Blacksmith!Taehyung, Royalty AU

Word Count: 13,500+

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jimin(future); ft. Jungkook and Seokjin

Warnings: Profanity; Mild violence; Explicit sexual content, Unprotected sex; Impreg kink maybe sort of idk???; Soap-opera-level dramatics; Sickening, romantic drivel

A/N: The pull-out method is not a reliable way to prevent pregnancy. Please use reliable contraceptives.

This work is incomplete. Please go into reading this knowing it will not be continued.

If you enjoy my writing, please consider buying me a Ko-Fi!

Crossposted on AO3

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Taehyung's eyes settled on the thick, glass tankard on the table in front of him. He watched pale vapors of steam curl off the surface of his honeyed mead, carrying the scents of cinnamon and clove towards him, the drink tempting every ounce of his focus. However, his senses were drawn back to his ears only a moment later, thanks to the slurring, inebriated voice bellowing from the table nearby.

"What was that, lad? You got something to say?"

Oh, he had plenty to say. And Mr. Cho must have wanted to hear it considering he had seen Taehyung take a solitary seat at the small table near him and his two companions not long ago. He must have really been dying to hear what Taehyung had to say, as he'd made a point to raise his voice afterward and drone on and on in vivid complaint. Specifically, complaining about you. Well, you and your aunt and the apparent extortion the pair of you were committing against him for his daughter’s wedding gown.

On and on he had gone for five minutes at least, souring the taste of Taehyung's drink as his talk had moved on to mediocre, dull-witted insults about your gender, followed by baser suppositions about you, your bosom, and your maidenhead that was undoubtedly intact and ripe to be plucked by a skilled man like himself.

"I said-" Taehyung repeated, dragging his eyes up to meet the pair set deep into the older man's rounded, reddened face. "-I doubt she'd have any interest in a man that hasn't seen his cock in a decade." He leaned back in his chair, fighting the urge to let the acerbic smile tugging at his lips grow any wider. "Would be difficult to expertly wield a tool without having had vision of it for so long, I'd imagine."

"You little-" Mr. Cho sputtered, shooting up from his seat and stomping away from his wide-eyed friends until he was at Taehyung's table, towering over him. Taehyung's chair scraped lightly against the polished stone floor of the tavern. He unfolded onto long legs to meet his new tablemate. Mr. Cho was no man of small size or stature, still surpassing Taehyung by at least a head. But it didn't stop Taehyung from boldly meeting the man's eyes with a stubborn gaze of his own.

Which was an unfortunate mistake, as he didn't see the old man's fist coming at him off to the side. He reeled from the impact to his jaw, the weight of the sucker punch and the man behind the fist knocking him sideways. But Taehyung quickly steadied himself, eyes narrowing at his sudden attacker as he straightened upright.

"Your da's a good man," Mr. Cho spat, the smugness of his smile making Taehyung's vision blur several shades of red. "I'd really hate to have to drag home his disrespectful spawn. You think cause you got that pretty face you can disrespect who you like?"

Taehyung swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, more amused that Mr. Cho considered him pretty than anything. "You insulting the woman I'm courting is the only disrespect I’ve heard so far, sir," Taehyung said, running a tongue along the inside of his quickly swelling cheek and spitting at the floor after the last word.

Mr. Cho raised a fat finger, shaking it at Taehyung like a prodding threat.

"Your woman is a highway robber."

Taehyung offered a disinterested shrugged. "Her business is hers to run how she sees fit. I'm not going to defend her on that, she can defend herself." He took a step closer to Mr. Cho, closing the gap that his stumble had left and once again meeting the man's eyes.

"But another man talking about her like she's one of his syphilis-ridden mistresses?" He paused, pressing his fingers against his fist, the sharp crack of his knuckles echoing through the suddenly quiet tavern hall. "That's my business."

This time he was prepared for the swing, deftly stepping to the side as Mr. Cho reared back and lunged at him on wings of ruffled pride and intoxication. Taehyung swung his elbow back, knocking into the man's side and sending him hunched and tumbling to the floor. But Mr. Cho wasn't going down without a fight, grabbing a fistful of Taehyung’s shirt on his fall and pulling them both down to meet the stone together.

Taehyung had already scrambled to his knees when he saw meaty hands coming towards him, felt the sharp, searing heat against his already sore cheek. A light trickle of blood sprung from the skin, quickly dripping its way down his jaw.

"Scratching?” he asked in surprise. “Really? Children have more honor than that."

"You don't know the first thing about honor, Kim. Neither you nor that prissy little bitch of yours," Mr. Cho hissed, struggling to lift himself into a sitting position. Taehyung lunged onto him, three good punches knocking him back into the floor and leaving him in a dizzy pile. Taehyung grunted and pushed himself up off of the floor, pleased that he’d finally gotten that tongue to stop its wagging.

He backed up onto his feet, preparing himself for anyone that might come to the man's defense. But Mr. Cho's companions only looked amused, one chuckling and raising a glass to Taehyung before taking a sip of his own drink.

Hastily grabbing his glass from the table, he knocked back the rest of his golden swill in one fell swoop. Mr. Cho groaned from the floor and Taehyung set down his glass, tossing a few coins onto the table before turning to head out the tavern doors.

“Tae, at least clean up your mess,” an irritated voice shouted after him.

Taehyung didn’t bother looking back, waving an apologetic hand for the sake of the place’s forgiving owner. “His wife will come clean him up before long, Soomin. I left extra.”

He pushed open the door and headed out into the cool air of the night, wiping the back of his hand across his cheek only to pull back a smear of blood.

"Looks like you owe me," an all too familiar voice spoke and Taehyung's eyes went wide as they darted up and fell on you, the corner of your mouth tightened in disappointment at one end, and your aunt, her lips spread wide in a mischievous grin. His eyes darted towards the wide picture window next to you both, the wavering lights of the bar giving a clear view of the inside.

"You-" he stammered, holding up his hands. "-you didn't see anything. Whatever you think you saw, you're wrong."

“Oh, we saw the whole thing,” your aunt laughed, hands resting on her hips. “Even had time to bet on the winner.”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes returning to you. You only stared back with a half-grimace.

He stared.

You stared.

“She bet against you,” your aunt offered to break the silence.

“Y/N!” Taehyung said, incredulous. You threw up your hands in annoyed defeat.

“Mr. Cho is pretty scary looking, what can I say? I was so sure I’d win,” you said, kicking at the dirt path while your aunt gave another hearty laugh.

She handed you the small, woven bag she’d been carrying and stepped up to Taehyung, looking up at his face and tutting at the bloodied, reddened scar that was forming on his swelling cheek.

"You're no better than that scuffed up, ornery kid we met when we moved here," she said and Taehyung lowered his head in shame, lips puffing out into a pout. He mumbled something about not meaning to get into a fight.

You laughed as she licked her thumb and stroked it across his cheek and he hissed at the sting of contact. Your aunt always treated him this way, like he was one of her own and seeing him hang his head for her would always make you giggle. You watched him fondly as she gave him a gentle scolding, trying to remember how many times he’d had to endure her nagging discipline.

You didn't have many memories of your childhood years, certainly not any of your parents before they died. But around the time you turned eleven, you remembered exploring the town with your aunt, learning to navigate its busy streets. You remembered the way she always clicked her tongue at the disheveled farmer boy that delivered cotton to her shop and occasionally fresh milk and butter to your doorstep in the morning. The boy who always seemed to be in some kind of scuffle, defending younger, poorer boys from one bully or another.

You remembered how friendly that boy was to you when you got lost running errands, taking things from your arms and insisting on carrying them for you even if they weren't heavy. You remembered how he started bringing you flowers from his mother's garden when you said you liked the colors she grew there, leaving them on your windowsill or tied to bottles of milk with bits of twine. You remembered spending lazy afternoons chasing each other around in the nearby forest, sharing laughter and secrets and, eventually, more.

Taehyung had noticed your stare as you watched him from behind your aunt, a gentle smile spreading across his lips as he focused on you. Your aunt's gaze followed his and she sighed all too knowingly, heading back over to you and taking the bags from your hands.

"Don't be too long, Y/N. It's already after dark and we have a lot to do at home."

Before you could respond she was off and you tucked your now free hands behind your back, refusing to meet Taehyung's eyes again, still smiling to yourself.

"Really, getting into bar fights with drunk, old men? How embarrassing." You turned on your heel and started a slow stride down the road, smile growing a little wider when his footsteps started after you, long legs letting him catch up to your side in only a moment.

"Don't scold me for defending your honor. The man's got some nerve."

His hand slid down your arm, tugging it from behind your back and slipping his fingers between yours. A perfect puzzle, completed.

"My honor, is it? You looked like you were in the mood for a fight back there no matter what he’d said.”

“Mayhap one of words,” Taehyung huffed. “But Mr. Cho couldn't string together two syllables, so fists got involved. Nine bless the sorry son of a bitch that accepted him as a father-in-law.”

Old habits carried both of your steps towards the forest, the village pavement petering out into a dirt road lit with dim, sparsely oiled streetlamps and the moon, almost full and brightly shimmering overhead.

"I can't believe you'd bet against me," he mumbled as you reached the trees, pulling you under their branches and leaning you against the nearest one. The moonlight glittered in the dark of his eyes and you brought up a hand, fingers lightly brushing against his reddened cheek. He winced at your touch, either from the sting of the cut or the soreness of the swelling.

“You might have knocked him out, but you let him cause some damage first. Here,” you offered, pulling him a little further into the forest, away from the lights and potential eyes of the townsfolk.

Settling down near the base of a tree, you knelt between his legs and closed your eyes, focusing your energy. When you opened them again, you watched Taehyung’s eyes flick to the ball of soft, pale yellow light that rose just over your shoulder. He didn’t hide the awe in his eyes and you chuckled softly, as if he hadn’t seen it a million times by now.

You tilted his bruised and bloodied cheek towards the light, pressing your fingers against the warm skin. You could feel the heat building beneath your fingertips already, tingling from your skin and making the side of his face glow like a hint of moonbeam. Taehyung’s lips parted as his eyes closed, the softest moan escaping his lips. To you it always felt like warmth, like a summer breeze or a welcomed ray of sun rising from your body. But Taehyung always spoke of more when you healed his scrapes and bumps, like being kissed by a goddess, like you were filling him with your goodness and love.

When you were done you pulled your hand away, inspecting your work and giving him a small smile. No scar this time, a small fact that you felt proud of. You’d definitely improved, if the other remnants of scratches that lined his body were any indication. You wiped the back of your hand across your forehead, swiping away the dots of sweat that had appeared with the effort.

“You’re practically a professional at this now, considering how often I seem to get hurt,” Taehyung admitted, voice quiet as he stared at you with, a reverent smile stretched across his lips.

Your fingers drifted down to his shirt, ghosting over his heart and lingering across where the faint scar on his chest still remained under his clothes. The memory was distant yet so fresh every time you used your skills.

It was the most afraid you had been in your entire life, watching the life slowly drain out of the man you loved. It had been a fluke, a freak accident inside the blacksmith shop where he worked that left him mortally wounded.

The sharp rod of metal that had pierced his chest should have killed him. Except in a panic you had discovered your curious ability. In a flash of white light, he had been healed, the brown scar shaped like a small coin on his chest the only reminder that he had been injured at all. Taehyung said he’d seen the light burst from you, that he’d watched through tear-filled eyes as you glowed like the sun and laid your hands on him. Felt the euphoria as you’d cradled his life with your light and sewn him back together whole.

But magic was a dangerous commodity, one that shouldn’t exist according to many, that had launched wars in other kingdoms if any of the stories were true. So you both kept the miracle to yourselves, telling no one of your gift. You didn’t care, grateful that you were able to use it at least once to save the person most important to you. And occasionally to remove scuffs and scrapes from his beautiful face.

“Thank you, love. I’m sorry,” he whispered, slipping his arms around your waist and tugging you forward to sit between his legs.

“Mr. Cho better not refuse to pay me for the rest of that monstrosity of a dress thanks to you,” you complained, but leaned into his chest anyway. “In fact, he should be paying me extra for having to deal with the nightmare that is Hyewon in the first place.”

Taehyung chuckled at your whining, the feel of it vibrating against your cheek. The dim glow above you faded as you called the light away and instead enjoyed the warm feel of Taehyung’s arms around you in the cool night air.

His lips found yours in the moonlight that filtered between tree branches, as if they were drawn to your mouth like an innate destination. The taste of his honey-laced drink still lingered on his breath and you soaked him in like your own personal spirit.

His lips parted from yours, strong hands gripping your body closer.

“Mother above, I want nothing more than to take you right here in the dirt,” he breathed, fingers slipping down the sides of your skirt. You reached out quickly, giving his hand a light slap in reproach.

“Number one, don't bring the mother into this,” you scolded. “She has better things to do than listen to your needy whining.” Taehyung pouted again, pressing his lips into your neck in a weak bid to convince you anyway.

“Number two,” you pressed on though the call of his lips was difficult to ignore. “You've already done that before.” His lips didn’t leave your neck, and you felt the cocky smile stretch across them.

“And number three, you can have me in the dirt as much as you like once we’re married, but I’d rather not explain crushed leaves and mud stains on my dress to my aunt and uncle tonight.”

He huffed in defeat, leaning up and kissing your cheek instead. You pulled yourself out of his lap at that, dusting off the skirts of your dress and placing a hand on your hip. Taehyung sighed again in disappointment, but shoved himself to his feet anyway.

“I’m sorry, my love. But you heard my aunt. I have to get home and help her.” He took your hand again, hooking his fingers through yours, and began heading back towards the lights of the town.

“What’s going on at your house that she needs your help this late?”

“Honestly, I wish I knew. She's been in such a sensitive mood lately, as if she wants to spend every waking moment with me. So we cook, we clean, we do whatever silly projects she’s thought up. It feels more like she’s trying to keep herself busy and dragging me along with her.”

“Is she nervous about something? Big order coming up maybe?” You shrugged and stepped back out onto the dirt and stone path of the town, staring up fondly at the almost fully fat moon hanging overhead. The romantic glow it was casting on Taehyung’s face was almost enough to have you dragging him back into the trees and letting him have what he wanted in the dirt.

But, like a responsible niece, you let him walk you home instead, chatting and laughing and never letting go of his hand. Once you were just outside your family’s small cottage, Taehyung held you back for just a moment, pulling you close to him and gracing your lips an indulgent kiss.

“I love you, my everything.” His deep voice made the words vibrate where his lips met your jaw, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I love you more, my everything,” you said, threading your fingers through inky strands of his unruly hair, musing that if he kept letting it grow he’d soon need something to tie it back with. “Why don’t you meet me tomorrow at the church just before sunset? I’ll be at the shop all day, but I guarantee I’ll be free to relax by then.”

“You’re asking me on a date? How scandalous,” he said with mock incredulity that quickly turned to a whine as you tugged at his hair in response.

"The veil should fall just two inches shy of the hem, but you have to take into account when I'm walking through the softer grass of the gardens that I may sink a little, so my maids will need to be able to pin it up a bit more and very quickly."

You watched Hyewon's unstoppable maw flap open and closed without end, switching the hand supporting your head from the right to the left and back again as she droned on.

"And make sure to use all the faux gemstones my mother brought you, but you know, like, put them in a very tasteful way. I don't want them to look tacky or anything. But I want every inch of the dress sparkling with them."

What would it be like to never have to hear her voice again, you pondered. Would that someone could grant you the ability to mute the incessant twittering pouring from her mouth. You sighed, wondering why you weren't gifted with that power instead.

"And you'll need to make sure-"

“Hyewon," you interrupted, hopping down from your stool and circling around the counter to stand next to your red-faced patron. She had worked herself up with her requests, fretting for what felt like ages about every detail and you’d had more than enough. With a guiding hand you motioned towards the door of your little shop, fingers pressing against the small of her back in suggestion.

"Hyewon, my dearest customer, we've gone over the details a million times. Your last fitting is scheduled for next week. All the jewels will be attached as you've asked, we'll do final measurements, and you'll have your dress ready two weeks before your actual wedding."

"Yes, but-"

"You remember how stunning you looked in the dress I made for your engagement party, don't you?"

"Yes, but-"

You opened the door to the tinkling sound of the shop's bell and nudged her through the threshold. "I take the utmost care of my customers, Hyewon. Auntie Sunsoo and I will make sure you are a marvel at your wedding. The shop is closing now, but I will see you at your fitting next week, alright?"

Hyewon caught a hand on the sill of the door, her watery eyes pleading with you in worry. "Y/N, I really must look like a princess. My father is so angry that I'm spending so much on this dress. I have to look perfect!"

"Trust me, Hyewon. You're already a princess without the dress. You have nothing to worry about." You waved a hand, brushing her fingers from the frame and as politely as you could muster, pushed the door of your dress shop closed with a satisfying click.

"Have a lovely evening," you called through the glass with a wave, slipping the lock into place before turning on your heel and escaping into the rear workroom of the shop.

Hyewon's dress lay draped across your sewing table in all its glittering, cloud-like glory. You huffed at the hideous monstrosity, swearing to yourself that you would be damned if you wore a white, bedazzled dress to your own wedding.

After having spent much of the afternoon sewing what felt like the seven-hundredth gem — it was actually only the one-hundred and sixty-second, but who was counting — onto the reams of white gossamer and lace in front of you, you were sick of the materials, sick of the color, and sick of the constant reminder that it wasn't yours.

Bitterness nipped at the edges of your pride that you weren't instead set to the task of sewing your own stupid wedding dress. One that absolutely wouldn't be white. Maybe a soft purple instead or a sky blue, you mused. Though what was the point of musing when it felt like it would never happen at all.

Your aunt having long returned home, you locked up the back door of the shop and hurried yourself through the village, weaving your way through the people milling about on the roads as the day drew closer to a close. Your footsteps hurried with purpose as you headed into the edge of the thick woods that kissed the outskirts of the village.

The late afternoon stretched on like all the rest, finding you hurrying through peach-colored rays of sun as they stretched across the beautiful forest around and below, a blanket of deep green and sparkling yellows, contrasted with rich browns of earth. Here and there you passed bursts of other colors, purple and red, blue and white, wildflowers nestled in blades of grass and circling the feet of trees like rings of floral protection. Just the sight of it eased the tension that had crept into your neck.

And there, at the end of a gray, stone path that you swept every other day, was the small, but beautiful church building, backdropped by the sky like an ambient painting come to life. You hurried up to the darkly-colored upper floor, wondering if Tae had already beat you there thanks to Hyewon’s prattling, but the room remained empty.

You headed over to the window that overlooked the church gardens, stroking your fingers along the smoothly lacquered wood of the windowsill with a measure of fondness in your touch. The clergy had moved on from this place over a year ago, relocated to the much larger, much newer church in the center of town and left you with a comfortable escape inside the place you now called your home away from home.

You had formed a bond with this old building. You kept the inside clean and as dust-free as possible, especially the upper floors. In the corner lay the pile of pillows and blankets you kept, often finding yourself curled up there with your drawing papers, dreaming of dress designs, sneaking in a lazy nap between your work, or participating in certain other activities that probably shouldn’t happen in a church. Although, you rationalized, it was technically just an old building now.

As the old church was set just atop a hill, the angle at the windows panned out across the forest canopy and just beyond, giving you a full view from above of Tarrin, the modest village that you'd called home as long as you could remember. Fairly prosperous and built by a people with tenacity and abundant resources from the nearby woods, the homes of Tarrin were beautifully crafted even looking on from this distance. You could just barely make out the silhouette of the little home you shared with your aunt and uncle, just next to the dress shop where you worked with your aunt. And further along the town line, the beautiful farmhouse that you hoped would one day become your family home. That is, if your boyfriend ever intended to make you his wife.

You felt a sudden pressure at your waist, a sizable, yet gentle hand slipping past you, joined soon by another at your other side. Long fingers wove themselves together across your abdomen, pulling you back slightly and cradling you against a particularly broad and sturdy chest.

"Who would've guessed that the world's most beautiful work of art was right here in Tarrin, standing in a forgotten windowsill and taking away my every breath." His words fell softly on your ear, whispers like decadent hot chocolate, warming you from inside to out.

“You're late, Tae,” you whined in complaint, though you truly weren’t the least bit upset as your boyfriend’s lips left tender trails of kisses across your ear and down the side of your neck.

“I disagree. I was on time, but I made sure to spend a few moments appreciating the view,” Taehyung whispered, nose nudging against your cheek. The softest lips were pressed onto your temple and you closed your eyes, leaning into his kiss with pleasure. Never hesitant about expressing his love for you, Taehyung’s lips often found ways that reaffirmed his feelings without words. And you would forever speak their language.

Which is why you ignored the impatient longing to finally call yourself his wife, and instead embraced that you were simply his just as he was simply yours. You felt the slow movement of his hand as it slipped down your side, stopping at the rear of your dress and giving one of your cheeks a healthy squeeze. So apparently his mood had persisted through the night, you smiled to yourself.

“Pretty words will only get you so far,” you chided, but truthfully, Taehyung’s pretty words were everything to you.

"Mmm," he hummed against your skin, his other hand joining the first at the opposite cheek, pressing his fingers into the flesh there through the material of your dress. "I'm hoping they'll get me all the way."

You laughed and slid your hands behind you, pushing his away and turning yourself around in his arms so you could, at last, look at your lover. Your eyes met his and your heart did a flip in your chest as he stared at you with tangible adoration.

You reached out a finger, stroking it across the sharp line of his jaw and he closed his eyes, nuzzling his face towards your touch as it roamed down his neck, your fingers brushing the collar of his shirt. He was truly a sight to behold. The sun-kissed color of his skin, the honey-brown of his wide, round eyes, the temptation of his full, pink lips. He spoke highly of you, but the real work of art was in front of you, a glimpse of heaven captured across the surface of his face.

“What are you doing, my everything?” he asked softly.

“Appreciating the view,” you whispered with another stray stroke of your thumb.

He chuckled, tugging your hand away and instead kissing your fingertips.

“I look better with the clothes off,” he said and you laughed again, slapping a hand against his chest. The nerve of that mouth.

Taehyung leaned forward, nudging your body back until you could feel the cool glass of the window through the thin material of your summer dress. The sunlight streaming through got caught in his eyes, a mischievous gleam sparkling in them as he leaned closer. His lips meeting yours felt like a seal completed, the joining of what you could only describe as right.

Nothing was more soothing to your senses than closing your eyes and giving yourself fully to Taehyung's kiss. You always mused that you could spend days doing nothing but kissing him, and it often felt like you did, losing track of every moment as soon as his lips touched yours. The scent of him was slowly enveloping you, like sweat and grass and molten copper. It smelled like all those things, like ripe apples and freshly tilled dirt. But mostly like home.

His hands had not stopped their mission, returning to make impressive squeezes at the flesh where your thighs and backside met. A familiar warmth began spreading between your legs, low burning and slowly rising. A moan escaped you and Taehyung, never one to miss an opportunity, slipped his tongue past your parted lips to meet your own. He leaned in closer still and for one second you feared you might go tumbling through the window. The thought was fleeting however, brushed away as his hands tugged up the hem of your dress, the warm flesh of his palms finally meeting skin.

Pulling away from your mouth, his lips left a damp trail down your cheek and dotted along your jaw while his hands pulled your body impossibly closer. You moaned softly when met with his own excitement, stiffly pressing into your hips.

"What did I do to deserve holding you in my arms like this, hm?" he purred into your neck before making you shudder, kissing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"I'm not quite sure," you said, surprised by the desperate rasp in your voice. But he did have a way of making you ache for him in record time. "M-maybe we should get out of here. Give us time to reevaluate what you deserve."

And then a squeal was escaping your lips as his hands slid along your legs, scooping you up and into his arms from underneath.

"That won't be necessary. I've got you now and I have no plans to let you go. You're stuck with this smithy for the rest of eternity."

"Eternity? Is that all?"

He huffed a laugh, carrying you to the pile of downy blankets that were especially useful for the scandalous activities you shared with your boyfriend in this former house of worship.

“If there’s anything beyond that, you’ll be with me then too. I’m not meant to exist without you, after all.”

Laying you down and leaning over you, Taehyung wasted no time in reconnecting his mouth with yours, parting only every so often to whisper sweet nothings. His lips and words were a package deal. For every kiss, Taehyung had quiet murmurs to follow. How your beauty made him weak. How you alone had his heart. How happy he would make you for the rest of your life. How your cunt tasted sweeter every time his tongue was lucky enough to meet it.

Your fingers met his, where they were busy caressing your breasts through your dress. You moaned as he kneaded the sensitive flesh, tugging just enough on your nipples to send your body into a frenzy. The power in his hands was only matched by his skill in putting them to use. Those rough fingers, calloused by years of melding metal with heavy tools, were expertly turning up the heat in your body. He wielded you like a well-oiled machine, knowing exactly which knobs to turn and buttons to press.

“I swear I’d never need to eat again if I could only swallow the sound of you cooing for me that way for all my years,” he whispered into the skin of your neck, the deep honey of his voice sending tingles across your skin. You keened in response.

His hand left your breasts then for a lower target, tugging up the front of your dress. His eyes went to yours and you met his, holding his gaze until the quick feeling of his thumb across your damp underthings had you squeezing your eyes shut.

“Taehyung,” you panted and even with your eyes closed you could see his toothy smirk.

“Calling my name like that and I've barely touched you. How loud will you be for me tonight, my love?” So smug, you smiled to yourself.

He pulled away then and you opened your eyes, watching him tug his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside and kicking away his pants. He reached for your dress and you lifted your hips, letting him pull it up and over your head, leaving you only in your panties, bare-breasted before him.

You reached up at the sight of him, hands slipping across his neck and down to his chiseled chest, looking down to watch his thick length, stiffened, upright, and tapping gently against his belly. No longer the chubby-faced boy you grew up with, Taehyung's body was work-hardened from spending most of the past decade swinging heavy tools at his workshop or chasing rambunctious animals around his family's farm.

The width of his eyes shimmered as he looked at you, as if you were the whole world. His gaze made you feel more beautiful than anyone else ever would. He leaned down, his lips moving along a well-traversed path down your body, fingers peeling your last bit of clothing down your thighs, leaving you open and bare.

He disappeared between your legs with a lopsided smile, the hands on your thighs kneading the flesh there. And then you felt the electric jolt of his tongue against your skin. He licked across the lips of your sex, slow, teasing laps of your skin that had you whining for more. Seemingly satisfied with your neediness, you felt his tongue dip inside you, slipping from your dripping entrance at an agonizingly slow pace up towards your aching clit.

“Taehyung, please,” you begged. He made another slow stripe in response and you wanted to cry out. Another few long drags and you did, panting his name.

“Let me enjoy the taste of you, beautiful,” he said in a low growl, then pressed against your button, widening his tongue and giving it a slow lick. He seemed to enjoy making you whimper more, his tongue continuing its agonizing dance, toying with you for too many more agonizing moments.

The nerve of that mouth.

“You’re dripping wet for me, my love,” he whispered and you stared down at his face, lips glistening with your slick. Desperately you tugged at the long strands of his hair, not even realizing when your hands had made it there.

He slipped a finger inside you in response, then another and you threw your head back as his tongue met you again, this time in faster strokes. You wanted to beg for him to stop, to fill you up with himself instead. But Taehyung knew you’d appreciate the stretch first. Your first time together had been more pain and clumsiness between you than pleasure. Over time, as you’d learned each others bodies, he knew how to prepare you better for the size of him.

You moaned louder and louder at the deep rub of his fingers against your folds, knuckles spreading and rolling inside you.

You whined when his tongue left you again, wanting to press his head back into place. His fingers remained, keeping up their slow strokes inside you, but his wet face was back at your neck. If there was one rule he enjoyed breaking, it was leaving you with his marks, little traces to remind you of your time together whenever you looked at your body in the mirror. He bit down on you, just enough to barely sting, and you breathed his name and a few curses as he rudely sped his finger’s efforts.

“Please,” you begged, gripping his impressive length between your fingers, sliding them over the soft heat of him. “I want you, baby.”

“I want nothing but you ever again, Y/N,” he said, mouth meeting yours, his tongue scented with your taste pressing past your lips. His thumb made one more lasting sweep across your clit and then his body was hovering over yours, pressing your legs apart with his thighs. He finally slipped himself inside you and although you felt prepared, you never were.

“Mother above,” he breathed as he pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt into your wetness.

He made long strokes, pulling his cock out to the tip only to bury himself again with a dizzying thrust. You cried out each time your hips met, and Taehyung’s deep moans danced in your ears alongside. Though he was the only lover you’d known, you knew you'd never want any other.

“F-ffuuuck,” he hissed out his curse, the long hair of his dark fringe sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead. His half-lidded eyes were focused on yours, closing every so often between desperate thrusts.

“I love you,” he murmured between feverish kisses.

“I love you, Tae,” you panted back, rocking your hips to meet his, encouraging him to speed his movements against you and he obliged.

Soon his hips slowed again, his focus renewed on your lips. Taehyung did this whenever you made love, not only because he couldn't get enough of your lips against his, but to help him cool down when he was getting too close. Though you were more than ready to be his, having his children before being married wasn't an option either his parents or your aunt and uncle would approve of. So he made sure not to fill you with his seed, pacing his release against your pleasure.

Before long his thrusts were increasing again, wet mouth slipping from your lips to your neck. His teeth grazed the skin and you sucked in at the slight pain. He was pounding into you, burying himself between your folds over and over and you felt the taut bubble in your core threatening to pop.

Without words, he knew. He knew your body better than you did, dipping his face to pull a nipple into his mouth.

“Come apart for me, my love,” he purred.

“Tae…” was all you could manage, the quietest whimper falling from your lips.

“Let me hear you, baby. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

You cried out, body shuddering as your pleasure reached its peak, rippled across your skin and deep within. His hips rocked against you in sharp repetition, fucking you through your orgasm, moans in satisfying, deep tones floating from his lips as he let himself chase your pleasure. He was growling into your neck, hips bucking noisily against the wet mess between you.

And then he was off of you, your body shuddering at the sudden loss of warmth. He grunted through clenched teeth and you could hear the soft splatter of his seed landing nearby on the wooden floor.

Then the warmth was back, wrapping you up in strong arms, peppering kisses across your cheeks, your lips, your eyelids. He pulled you down into your cocoon of blankets, wrapping your naked bodies in the cloth and holding you like he would never let go. As much as he loved to wax romantic at most times, Taehyung was often quiet at this point. He preferred showing his love, never-ending kisses across your skin, holding you so tight and so close you thought one day you might be absorbed into him.

This was love. Lying here in Taehyung’s arms, making love at the sunset, burying yourself in his chest while his lips found a home on you over and over.

It had been two years that he’d officially courted you, but truthfully the love between you started long before. When you were still fresh-faced children, splashing chilly water on each other in the lake or giving chase around thick tree trunks in the forest. And the day his lips had finally found yours, while you laid together beneath the apple trees at the edge of his parent’s farm, you knew there was nothing else you would ever want.

“It’s getting late, my love,” you said, reluctantly breaking the blissful quiet.

“A little longer,” he responded quickly, pulling your body closer still and burying his nose in your hair. You granted him a few more minutes of reverie, enjoying the afterglow of your love making. But the light outside quickly faded to dark and the fear of your aunt coming to seek you out was getting the better of you. She always had a sixth sense for finding you when she wanted.

“Tae…”

“One day soon,” he mumbled into your hair, “I'll be able to hold you all night. Now that my apprenticeship is over and I have my own shop, it won't be long before I'm wealthy enough to make you my bride.”

“You could do that now. I don't need you rich, I just need you.” The frustration creeped back in. What ideal time was he waiting for? All you wanted was to be his, to fall asleep in his arms every night and grow fat with his children. Your uncle was a stern man to be certain, but with how kindly he treated Taehyung, you had no doubt he’d give his blessing, wealthy or not.

“Your aunt and uncle might say differently. I have to prove to them that I can take care of you, that I can provide for you.”

“I provide well enough for myself, thank you very much,” you huffed.

“Yes, my love,” he said. “And thanks to you taking care of yourself, Hyewon’s father was ready to knock my teeth out yesterday.”

You turned over in his arms, kissing the no longer swollen cheek where the old man had landed his lucky punch. “Tell his obnoxious cow of a daughter not to ask for every inch of that damn dress to be custom made and I wouldn’t have to charge so much. Does he think I enjoy sewing on four-thousand seven-hundred and eighty-two goddamn beads individually? I deserve to be paid for that.”

“You'll be a famous dressmaker,” he pressed on, quieting your grousing with his lips ghosting across your forehead. “And I'll tug those fancy dresses off and make love to you every night. And we'll have twelve children and if the Nine will grant my selfish heart one more blessing, they'll all be as beautiful as you.”

“Twelve now?” you asked with a smirk. “The number’s gone up again.”

“I think my number is pretty reasonable.”

You nodded, pressing your face into his neck and breathing in the earthy scent of him. “I’ll settle for nothing less.”

A few moments later and you were up. Taehyung helped you slip back into your dress, tugging on his clothes afterwards. His hands settled on your waist again, pulling you forward and staring into your eyes.

“Your magic is showing,” he said, the smile that spread across his face full of nothing but love — alright, and maybe a little arrogance — at the sight of you. You glanced up, seeing the little ball of light you'd unknowingly called out and suddenly feeling the tug of your powers hidden somewhere beneath the sheer happiness you felt at being in his arms.

“If you make one more joke about your cock making me glow-"

“It happens every time we make love. Can’t a man be proud of his skills?” he said, boxy smile widening across his face. You laughed and leaned your face against his chest.

“I love you infinitely, Kim Taehyung.” He leaned your head back, lips on yours with the gentlest kiss.

“You are my sun, moon, and stars, Y/N. I'll make you my wife very soon.”

“Sooner, please. I really don't want to wait any longer.”

“As soon as I possibly can,” he reassured you once more with another kiss. You sighed in bliss before reluctantly pulling away from him.

“I better go. Auntie Sunsoo will be so angry if I'm not back soon. It’s gotten dark.”

He offered you a hand and began leading you towards the stairs. “I’ll be helping at the farm all day tomorrow. If you get bored and want to watch a grown man wrestle pigs, come by.”

You grumbled. “It's not fair that you have to run your own shop and help at the farm too. Your little brother should be helping.”

“He's still doing his masonry apprenticeship, cut him some slack. My parents need the help.”

“I'm just sour every moment I can’t spend with you,” you pouted.

“Funny,” he chuckled, lips brushing against your temple. “You taste sweet to me every time.”

After you let Taehyung bruise your lips with more passionate kisses and after insisting that he didn't need to walk you home, you practically floated down the quiet, evening roads of Tarrin, enjoying the fresh, late night breeze on your still yet flushed skin. He usually left you that way, your body warm and tingling, the love you felt bubbling happily in every pore.

You didn't bother to wipe the smile from your face as you headed inside the front door of your home. But when you heard the sounds of unfamiliar voices coming from the kitchen, you paused your reverie. Your aunt hadn't mentioned anything about having company today, but her and your uncle did sometimes like to entertain their friends from the village.

“I can’t believe how big you’ve grown, Jungkook," you heard your aunt cooing, in the same motherly way she sometimes doted on Taehyung.

"You've grown well into that body, boy. I bet your father's proud, Nine rest his soul."

You heard a shy laugh and maybe a clap on the back. Poking your head past the threshold of the kitchen, you paused, curiously taking in your family's guests.

Your eyes were immediately met by one of them, sharply shaped at the corners, but rounded and soft with an almost innate kindness. He smiled politely at you and stood immediately from his seat. It wasn't until he was fully upright that you realized he was wearing a full set of metal armor which clunked across his impossibly broad shoulders as he stood.

Everyone else's attention turned towards you then. The second guest stood next to the first, a matching set of armor clinking along with him. His gaze fell on you and the smile melted from his face, doe eyes growing wide as his mouth fell open slightly.

"Y/N-" he said, voice thick with some feeling that you couldn't comprehend. How did he even know your name? You were sure you’d never met him before. The taller man nudged an elbow into his shoulder and he jumped a little before bending towards you in a deep bow.

"Your highness," he said. The other fell into a graceful bow and repeated the phrase.

"Your highness."

What?

You looked in confusion at your aunt and uncle, anxiety growing at their somber expressions. There was a telling crease in your uncle's forehead, the kind he always got when he was worried about something.

"We'll give you some privacy," the taller man said and you could see the sympathy on his face as he exchanged glances with your aunt. And then he was stepping past you with a slight bow and out the front door. The second guest followed, though he held your eyes for a moment and you noticed the pink flush that had crept up his neck. With a bow he was out the door as well.

You turned to your aunt and uncle and blinked a few times. They both exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably on their feet.

"Are either of you going to tell me what that was about? Are they from an acting troupe or something?”

"Sit down, Y/N," your aunt said quietly, waving a hand to one of the open seats at the table. And in your confusion you didn't argue, taking the closest seat and looking at them both expectantly. Your aunt sat next to you and took your hands into her own. Usually as sharp-witted and fierce as they came, she looked almost timid sitting before you. It was unsettling.

"There's something we need to tell you."

"Clearly," you said, surprising yourself with the shrill fear in your voice. Dread was creeping up the back of your neck. Your aunt was still hesitating, mouth opening and closing as if the phrase she needed to utter was the most difficult thing she'd ever had to say.

"You're a princess, Y/N," your uncle mumbled out quickly and your aunt visibly winced.

Your laughter filled the house a moment later, shoulders shaking as you slapped a hand against the table.

"You guys had me really scared there for a moment. That's hilarious, you really had me convinced something was wrong." You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye.

But their faces didn't change. Your aunt took your hands into hers again.

"It's not a joke, sweetheart. You really are a princess. And those two..." she paused as her voice caught in her throat. You watched a few tears roll down her cheeks and the smile finally fell from your face.

"...they're here to take you back to your kingdom tomorrow. Our kingdom."

"We're not really your aunt and uncle. Sunsoo is your governess. And I am a royal knight," your uncle continued, stepping forward and placing a hand on your aunt's shoulder. You looked back and forth between their faces, waiting for one of them to tell you it really was some kind of joke. But they remained stoic. Your aunt shed a few more tears.

"You're..." Your mind went blank. A princess?

"Sweetheart, I know it's a lot to take in, but we're telling the truth. You are the princess of Sarinan, in the westlands. We moved as far away east as we could get, ending up here in Tarrin."

"Why..." The words still couldn't come. You took your hands out of your aunt's, folding them into your own lap. You couldn't look at them, the reality of their words banging at the edges of your mind. A princess? You?

"When you were born our kingdom was in a terrible war with another. When you turned ten and showed signs of inheriting your parents gifts, they knew they needed to find a way to keep you safe."

"The royal gift of magic," your uncle cut in. "It was a target on your back in Sarinan. Our enemies would have done anything to get their hands on you, to bend your gifts to their will. So the king and queen entrusted you, their only daughter and heir, to us. Your mother used her powers to seal away your memories of growing up in the palace and any traces of magic in you, and we fled here with you where no one would know who you were."

"Those knights are here because the war is over. Because there is peace between Sarinan and Orleo. A peace hinging on-"

"Donghun, don't," your aunt cut him off. She leaned forward pulling you into her arms and gripping you in a tight hug. "You are like my own child, Y/N. I have cared for you since the day you were born. I…I only wanted you to be happy.” Her hands were stroking your hair. “My sweet, precious girl. You deserve happiness. We didn't know if we'd ever be able to go back. We….we didn't...know." She was gasping between sobs now, tears wetting the shoulder of your dress. You felt numb.

"Sunsoo..." your uncle said, his other hand coming to her shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze.

"Alright," she sniffled, releasing you from her arms, but still holding your hands. “Alright.”

"A peace hinging on your betrothal to the crown prince of Orleo," your uncle finished.

The world broke then, shattered into razor sharp pieces of frail glass. You couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. Except for beautiful Taehyung's face, the smile stretched across it as you lay together hours ago. The rough touch of his hands against your skin. The way he said your name, the weight of the galaxy paling in comparison to the immeasurable bonds of his love when you heard him speak.

You shot up from your chair, ripping your body away from your aunt.

"You're mad," you said, voice trembling, hands shaking. "Both of you have gone mad, this isn't real. It's not real. Tell me it's not real!"

At your rising voice, your aunt sobbed into her hands and your uncle stepped towards you, but you backed away.

"Taehyung. What about Taehyung? I-I can't marry some strange man I don't know. I have to marry Taehyung! I have to stay here in Tarrin with my family and...and!" You were shouting now, hysteria creeping up your throat and tightening around the back of your head.

“We didn’t want to deny you your happiness and that boy made you so happy. By the time you were courting, it was too late to stop things between you. But we would never have been able to let you wed.” Your uncle, often rough with his words, was quiet now, strangely gentle as he spoke, as though he’d practiced the lines in his head a thousand times.

Your arms dropped uselessly to your side as your dreams fell away from you. An audible crack, the sound of your heart breaking echoed through the room. Who cared if you were a princess? Was that meant to be a dream? Were you supposed to be happy at that outrageous news?

“He’s asked me for your hand already. Twice," your uncle admitted. He stared ashamedly at the table, at your aunt who had quieted her cries and only looked up at you with red eyes. "He’s a good, honest man and I know he loves you true. Believe me when I say my heart broke each time I had to tell him no. But he just smiled and said he would keep working to become worthy enough to be your husband.”

“I’m so, so sorry," your aunt said weakly. "We didn’t know if we would ever be able to return, if Sarinan would still exist once the war ended. We didn't know, Y/N.”

Your feet were moving before you could form another thought. You ran for the front door, ignoring the shouts of your name from the pair in the kitchen. When you stumbled your way through the door, the cool air of the night told you the tears were already there, streaming down your cheeks. It wasn't true. It wasn't.

A strong hand gripped your wrist and you rounded on your captor. The younger boy from before was holding onto you, flecks of moonlight reflecting in the wide discs of his eyes. Concern was pressed between his eyebrows.

You struggled in his grip without words, but he held fast. "Please, Y/N. Please calm down."

You heard the frustrated scream rip from your throat. You had to get away, but his grip was too strong for you to break.

“Let her go. She is your princess, Jungkook,” your uncle’s voice boomed from the doorway.

“That's exactly why she needs to stay here with us." He turned back to you, pleading with his eyes. "How can we keep you safe if you run off somewhere in the dark?”

But you struggled more, screamed again and Jungkook's hand went slack, letting you rip your arm away. You clutched your wrist and stared at the four of them, the melancholy in their faces as they all looked at you, the tears still streaming down your aunt’s cheeks. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Your feet were moving again, carrying you to Taehyung's family farm faster than you knew they could, kicking up gravel and dirt as you ran.

As you threw open the front gate, your eyes began stinging with fresh tears. They wanted to take you away, to marry you off to someone you'd never met. This couldn't be real. Who would want to be a princess when it meant giving up the very person you loved the most?

This was no fairytale. This was a nightmare.

"Y/N?" Your head whipped around, spotting Taehyung's younger brother, Sungjae, standing near the kennel and tossing scraps from their evening meal to the hunting dogs inside.

"Mother above, are you alright?" he exclaimed in worry after taking in your face and hurrying over to you.

"Sungjae," you reached out to him, tightly gripping the collar of his shirt. "Where is...where..." you were still having trouble forming words.

"I'll-I'll go get Tae. Stay here, alright?"

Taehyung came bolting around the corner of the house a few moments later, rushing up to you and pulling you into his arms. You fell into them as naturally as breathing. The scent of him was the same as before. Home, he was home.

You started sobbing into his chest.

“Hey. Hey hey, what’s wrong? Y/N, what happened?”

You shook your head, unable to stop the tears, the shivers wracking your body.

"Y/N," he murmured and you felt yourself being lifted, carried. You continued crying into his shirt, the tears forcing their way through. Then you heard his voice, vibrating deep and soft in your ear as he stroked your hair.

“In a little stream, there’s a tadpole.

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle around.

Hind legs out, forelegs out,

hopping, hopping, he became a frog.

wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle-”

"Stop," you protested weakly, launching a meager punch into Taehyung's chest for singing that silly, childhood song. But it had calmed you down a little. You sniffed and took in your surroundings. He had carried you into the barn, sitting himself into a pile of hay and pulling you into his lap.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and stared up into his worried face. Patiently, he waited for whatever you needed to say.

“They're taking me away,” you sniffled.

“What do you mean, my love? Who’s taking you where?”

You took a deep breath to steady yourself and told him everything, told him what your aunt and uncle had told you, about the knights that had appeared in your kitchen.

Taehyung gave a sad chuckle. “That makes so much sense. Of course you're royalty.”

“Tae, they're saying I'll leave in the morning. How can they come and rip me from my home? From...from you? By the Nine...”

The sobbing started again, your body wracked with despair. How could your life change so suddenly? How could your aunt...she wasn't even your aunt...how could she just never tell you the truth? How could she and your uncle watch you fall in love as you had and say nothing?

“Y/N, please don't cry anymore. Please, my love.”

You sniffled again, trying desperately to calm yourself down.

“You're so beautiful with all these tears, it’s like watching the sunrise weep. But I still prefer your smile. Smile for me?”

You nodded, trying your best to breathe.

“Where are they taking you, do you know the name of the kingdom?”

“Sarinan. Somewhere far west.”

Taehyung nodded and pressed a light kiss onto your wet cheek. “Then we will go to Sarinan.”

“We?” you blinked wet eyelashes in surprise. Taehyung's lips brushed lightly against your other cheek.

“Princess or not, you are my sun, moon, and stars. Wherever you go, I'm following the light.”

You leaned against him. Of course he would follow you. There was no one else meant for you the way Taehyung was.

“I'm sorry,” you said.

“What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”

“I was so frustrated that you hadn’t asked me to marry you. Only to find out that you’d been trying.”

Taehyung didn’t respond for a moment, instead leaning his face into your hair. “I was worried you would get tired of waiting and find someone else your uncle might approve of,” he confessed. You could hear the sadness making his voice waver. He had been suffering too. “So I worked hard. Harder everyday.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against his chest. As if he had ever had to worry. As if you would ever want anyone else but him.

“My uncle said I’m betrothed to some prince. I wonder, when I refuse to marry him, will I be allowed to marry who I want instead? Does a princess have such freedom?”

“You are you before anything else,” was his calm response.

He held you quietly as you tried to turn over the thoughts in your head, still trying to convince yourself this was only a nightmare. That you’d fallen asleep in Taehyung’s arms and only needed to wake up for it to be over.

“Don't be afraid, my love. I‘ve always known you were meant for something special. And I also know that we’re meant to be together, no matter what.”

“Tae…”

His lips found yours then, kissing away the knot that had formed in your stomach. No matter what others planned of your future, you would be with Taehyung. Of that much you were certain.

“Let’s go inside and talk to my parents,” he offered. “Maybe they know something about this kingdom, something that might help us.”

Taehyung’s parents met merchants from other lands all the time, selling their crops and wares. It was worth a try anyway.

As you emerged from the barn and headed towards the main house, you heard your name called by an unfamiliar, yet recognizable voice. Taehyung slowed his steps and you both spotted two figures at the end of the path heading into the farm. He tugged gently on your hand, pulling you halfway behind him in protection.

"Alright, gentlemen?" he called out. You recognized the older one first as he pushed open the gate and walked through.

“That's them,” you whispered. “That's the knights."

"Alright, lad," the older one called back and you watched the pair slowly approach you both. The glare of the younger man was piercing as he took in Taehyung, but hardened more when he spotted you partially hidden behind him.

"We never got to formally introduce ourselves earlier. My name is Seokjin," he bowed his head again. "And my young companion here is Jungkook. We are both royal knights of my lady heir’s kingdom.”

Taehyung dipped his head only slightly at the pair, but Seokjin's kind smile never faltered.

"Your uncle sent us here to make sure the two of you wouldn't do something silly like run off together. He has a great deal of respect for you...ah, it's Taehyung, right?"

Taehyung nodded again, action still short and cautious.

"I can't believe that old man would ever let you get involved with some country peasant," Jungkook huffed, crossing his arms. You tensed, felt Taehyung's shoulders tense in front of you, then relax.

“I can’t believe that old man would send complete strangers to see to his niece instead of coming here himself. Embarrassingly arrogant strangers at that,” Taehyung returned serve.

“Y/N is-” Jungkook started angrily, but cut himself off again. He looked at you, eyes still holding onto some strong emotion you couldn't place. “Her highness is meant for a greater life than whatever you think you can give her, farm boy.”

You watched Taehyung’s squared jaw clench, the way it always did when he was ready for a fight. You squeezed his hand, hoping it would be enough to quell his temper. It would be impossible to hold him back if he launched himself to attack.

“What in the Nine’s going on out here?”

You turned your attention towards the outburst, watching Taehyung’s father hurry down the steps of the house. Taehyung’s mother and his brother, Sungjae, hovered behind him in the doorway with hardened frowns on their faces. The elder Kim wasn’t so much larger than his son, similarly tall and muscular from years of grueling farmwork. But his presence was still towering as he stepped up in front of you both, his usual jovial demeanor turned menacing as he stared down the newcomers.

“Our apologies for the late call, sir,” the tall blond offered with a polite bow. “We are knights from a foreign land attending to business with the young lady here.”

You could tell he was trying to be cordial, clearly the more well-mannered of the pair. You finally stepped from behind Taehyung, gripping his hand tighter. Seokjin’s eyes drifted to you, accompanied by a pleasant smile.

“It's late, your highness, and we have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow,” he said. “I'm sure you’ve been told the truth of everything. Please allow us to safely escort you home for the night and let us all get some rest.” His eyes shifted to Taehyung. “And I'm sure her highness will be glad to see you in the morning before we depart."

“And if I refuse to go with you?”

Seokjin’s cordial demeanor faltered for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. “Your Highness?”

“In the morning, if I refuse to go with you. If I stay in Tarrin. What then?”

Jungkook sputtered, taking a step forward. “You would refuse the crown for...for-”

Taehyung’s father took a threatening step toward Jungkook, shoulders squared in defense.

"Listen. I don’t care if you two are knights of the Mother herself,” he hissed. “This is my property and you're upsetting my future daughter-in-law. So you fuck off right now or I’ll set the dogs on you."

Jungkook’s eyes hardened at Mr. Kim’s face, then flicked to you, that wistfulness you couldn’t place softening the edges a little.

“Please,” he said quietly. “Y/N, please, don’t do this. We are only here to protect you.”

You took a step back, confused at his familiar, pleading tone. "Please stop talking to me as if I know you.”

Seokjin stepped forward, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Our apologies, sir,” he said, dipping his head at Taehyung’s father. “We are not here to cause any trouble. Let’s go.”

Jungkook looked hurt somehow, as though by refusing to accompany them you had done him personal harm. But how could you affect his feelings at all when you had no idea who he even was?

“I would ask that you please arrive by dawn, your highness. For your safety, we need to be out of town quickly.” Seokjin gave a final quick bow and then set off back down the road towards the streets of Tarrin. Jungkook held your eyes for a moment longer, then offered his own short bow and followed after his companion.

Taehyung’s father turned to face you both once the pair were out of sight.

“You kids alright? Just what in the Nines is going on around here?”

You and Taehyung exchanged a glance. “Well…”

After helping yourselves to glasses of cool cider from the Kim family’s basement reserve, you both explained what you had learned from your aunt and uncle earlier, including Taehyung’s plan to join you on your journey in the morning.

“Do you know anything about that kingdom that could help us?” Taehyung asked. “Or about the royal family? I feel like I should know something about the king and queen if I’m to ask for their daughter’s hand.”

“Sarinan.” Taehyung’s mother considered for a moment. “We haven’t had much dealings with people from that area. If I remember right, the country sealed itself up pretty tight years and years ago.”

“Guess now we know why,” his father said, crossing his arms. “And you’re sure these men are telling the truth? They could be slave-traders or worse.”

“My aunt and uncle know them, even talked to them about old memories,” you said. “I think it’s all real. They wouldn’t have lied to me about this.”

His father gave a grave nod, then leaned across the table and placed a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Tae, my boy. I know your will is strong, but you can’t just go riding into some far off castle’s gates demanding to have their princess. They’ll kill you. And I don’t want to lose my son.”

“I won’t just let them marry her off-”

“Little bear,” his mother interrupted in her soothing voice. “I know how fiercely you both love each other. But we don’t want to lose you either. It’s best we take some time on this and think of the safest way to get you there.” She focused her gentle gaze on you. “Besides, you don’t know your parents. Perhaps they won’t force you to marry someone if you choose not to.”

Taehyung looked at you, the tense frown at the corner of his mouth reflecting what you felt: helpless. You wished you could offer some comfort. But the thought of traveling to Sarinan without him had settled in your chest, sprouting new seeds of worry.

“Da…” Taehyung said, voice heavy with desperation.

Taehyung’s father nodded, clapping down on his shoulder a few times in reassurance. “We’ll find some way to get you there, son. I promise you both.”

He stood from the kitchen table then, the conversation at an official end. That was it then. You would have to travel to this strange place without Taehyung.

"Y/N, you're welcome to stay here tonight if you like. You can sleep in Tae's room and he can share with his brother."

You nodded. Taehyung’s mother stroked your hair comfortingly before following her husband out of the room. Taehyung took you to his room and obediently left you there, heading further down the hall to say goodnight to his parents and join his brother. You felt alone in the dark of his room when you lay down. Sleep was impossible after all you’d learned, with the thought of what morning would bring looming over you like a murky cloud. But at least Taehyung’s bed was comforting. It smelled like him, like sun-soaked breezes, like metal and fresh grass.

You hadn’t been laying there long before you heard the hinge on the window swing open, Taehyung’s long limbs slipping inside and silently shutting the panes behind him.

“If your parents find out-” you whispered as he slipped into the bed with you.

“Oh, have a little faith. Sungjae and I have been sneaking into each others rooms since we could walk. Besides, you’ve got no bigger cheerleader for spending your days and nights with me than my father. He’s been livid with your uncle since the first time he refused me your hand.”

“I should’ve realized when they stopped their weekly chess matches,” you said. Taehyung’s father had always been so friendly with your uncle. Tonight wasn’t even the first time he’d called you his future-daughter-in-law. The memory made your chest ache, the fact that their relationship had changed because of who you were.

But Taehyung’s arms were around you soon, warming you through and bringing you somewhere safe. And no matter what happened tomorrow, you would need to be strong for you both if you were going to figure this out together.

Holding you in his arms, Taehyung nudged up your face, kissing your lips softly again and again. You slid on top of him, sinking deeper against his body and into his kiss. Before long his lips turned hungry, his hands roaming across your body, and you welcomed his touch. His eyes darkened in the pale of moonlight sifting in through the window, his gaze warm and comforting.

You felt him hardening beneath you as your lips danced together and you slid your legs to either side of his thighs, pressing on with fierce kisses of your own. You belonged to Taehyung and he belonged to you. Nothing and no one could take that away.

Your hands roamed down between you both, practiced fingers pulling the length of him from between the folds of his pants. You nudged aside your panties and slipped down onto his length in over-eager satisfaction, hissing slightly from the stretch. Slowly, you worked to sheath him inside you entirely, a guttural sound bubbling from his lips into your mouth at the feeling when you reached the base of him.

"Nine save me, your pussy is a fucking dream," he groaned into your mouth. He gripped your hips and you helped him rock you against his length. The skin of your thighs made soft slaps as they met his over and over, your body already so close to tipping over the edge at only his kisses.

"Taehyung," you whined, leaning forward against him, burying your face into the shaggy, dark of his hair.

He lifted his hands from your hips as you rode him, pressing back the sleeves of your dress and baring your breasts. Without hesitation, he took one into his mouth, rolling his tongue against the nipple.

You cried out, bracing your hands against his shoulders, pressing the nails of your fingers into his skin. You ground your hips against his as the thick length of him hit your right spots over and over.

"Taehyung..." He gave your nipple a soft bite in response and it was enough to send you over the edge.

Your body shuddered against him, trembling as you hit your end hard and fast. You moaned his name in soft cries, lips pressing into his neck to quiet yourself and he pulled you closer, kissing along your neck, your jaw, and back up onto your lips. You didn't stop rocking your hips against him, whimpering at the overstimulation. But you wanted him still, all of him.

“My love...my love I'm...I'm...” his voice was a desperate whisper, his hands at your hips, ready to pull you aside, but you held firm, refusing to move, continuing to roll against his hips.

“No, please. Stay inside me,” you pleaded.

He clenched his jaw and leaned up against you, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass tighter. He was groaning into your neck and you kissed along his forehead, welcoming the warm spray of his seed deep inside your womb as he came undone.

You listened as Taehyung's breath slowed to a pant, brushing against the skin of your neck, and a low chuckle rose from his throat.

“That was so stupid. So, so stupid of us.”

“I feel alright about it,” you said, leaning back and looking up at the wooden beams of the ceiling with a smile.

“And if you’re presented to your betrothed with a swollen belly, what then?”

You leaned back down, catching his eyes with yours. Half-lidded and still swimming with desire, Taehyung's gaze took you in and you pressed your sweaty forehead against his. “I'll tell him it's a baby born between me and my true love. A true love that owes me eleven more.”

Just before dawn, Taehyung slipped back out the window to make it back to his brother’s room. Not a minute later his mother was at the door to wake you, saying that Taehyung would walk you back home.

He held tight onto your hand as you both made your way through the quiet roads of Tarrin and towards the little cottage you’d shared with your aunt and uncle for so many years. A suffocating heaviness weighed on your heart as you drew closer, the memories you’d had there, in all of Tarrin, winding their way through your chest, making you ache for each one of them once more.

"I'm sure your aunt and uncle are worried sick, thinking that we’ve disappeared somewhere," Taehyung said responsibly.

"I'm worried sick, Taehyung. I know you said to not be afraid, but I'm so afraid. I don't want to be without you. I was ready for this life, this happiness between you and me."

“You’ll have that no matter what, Y/N. I swear it. We'll figure something out. I promise you have nothing to be afraid of."

As you approached the cottage, you saw a head of blond hair shift near the front window. You heard muffled voices inside, then your aunt burst through the front door and nearly bowled you over into the flowers that lined the path.

“My girl. My precious girl. I just knew you’d gone. I knew you’d run off.”

“I’m here, Auntie. I didn’t go.”

She collapsed into more tears, apologizing again and again and kissing your face.

But through your fitful night, you had forgiven her already. Years of taking care of you, of teaching you everything she knew and loving you as her own couldn't be wiped away in a moment. You loved your aunt and your uncle too, even if they weren’t technically that, and had accepted the task they had been given. Besides, they had been sent away from their homes and families for all of this too.

Seokjin was standing in the entryway just behind her, tugging his breastplate down across his tunic. He smiled that kind smile at you again and it struck you how unnervingly handsome he was, thick blond hair curling just above his eyes.

Your uncle appeared near your aunt, his eyes sad as he nodded at you, then at Taehyung beside you. You turned to your boyfriend, the reality that this was it, that you would have to part ways now with no way of knowing when you would see him again sinking down on you.

“Tae…” you said, feeling the tears already building in your eyes.

“Your Highness,” he said with a smirk, bending into a deep dramatic bow.

“That's not funny,” you complained.

He pulled you into a tight hug then and held you for longer than you could say. He held you like he never wanted to let you go. You didn't want him to either.

“I’m afraid too,” he said, a soft whisper in your ear. “I’m afraid of having you so far away from me, my love. I won't pretend that I'm not when I am. But I believe we’re destined to be together. You are the sky and I am your earth.”

“Kim Taehyung,” you said, your voice wavering. “You are my everything.”

He let you go, reaching up and slipping a delicate chain of silver around your neck. You spotted a slim ring of the same silver metal dangling from it, a stone of rich amethyst nestled in the center.

“I'll see you again soon, my love. To put this on your finger where it belongs.” Your fingers clasped around the ring, immediately. This ring, this necklace he’d made just for you. It filled your heart and squeezed it tight all at the same time.

“I'll wait for you. I'll write to you every single day I’m without you. Don’t let me use too much ink.”

He stroked a hand across your cheek then groaned in frustration, slipping his hands to the back of your head and pulling you into a kiss. A goodbye kiss, you realized in the ferocity of his lips and wrapped your arms around him to deepen it yourself. The ache had already begun in your heart, anticipating the void of a life not filled with him each day.

“Hey! Get your hands off the princess, you-”

Jungkook had apparently been silenced, unseen by you, by Seokjin's heavy hand at his shoulder and a tense shake of his head. Also unseen, the rude gesture Taehyung gave the brazen, young knight from behind you.

You couldn't care less. You savored every moment, memorized every inch of him, every scent, every taste.

“I love you,” he said quietly once his lips parted yours.

You nodded, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

“No, my love. Don’t cry. Don’t cry,” he whispered, stroking your hair. You nodded your head again, though the tears wouldn’t stop.

“I love you, my everything,” he whispered again. “I swear I will do whatever it takes to get to you.”

And in your heart of hearts, with the only family you'd ever known and the two knights meant to escort you to your new life as witnesses, you knew Taehyung meant every pretty word.

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angustdtt · 7 years ago

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pt2 is here!

a/n: asjdhkjasdhkjadh finally I finished this!! I’m so sorry for taking this long but uni consumed all of my time. anyway hope you’ll like it! and as always thanks for reading!

tagging: @keksiperkele

Namjoon!FairyAU

wordCount: 5k pairing: namjoon x reader (she) genre: fantasy | fluff | a little angsty triggers: mentions of death.

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She stayed there, staring down at you with glistening eyes. Slowly - because your legs were still shaking slightly- you got up and walked away from her.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“I’m calling mom, this is clearly a senile symptom.”

Grandma huffed and playfully smacked the back of your head. “Me, senile? You are the one with memory loss!”

"Ouch!" You whined rubbing lightly against the hurt. "Tch, Magic? That doesn't exist." You clicked your tongue and rolled over your eyes. This was the second or third time since you got to stay at her house where she'd mention the whole magic subject and you were growing slightly tired of it.

"Do you remember this?" she called your attention making you turn around to face her. She was holding a small dried out flower- those you love from near the well- and showed it to you.

"Of course I remember." You shrugged, not giving it any prestige to her actions.

"This are the impossible flowers, everyone passing by the forest calls them that. You know why?"

"Why?"

“Because it's Autumn." she uttered in awe.

She gave you that look as if the biggest secret of life had been revealed, but you couldn't quite catch what she meant with those words so you shake your head. "So?"

"So!?" she looked exasperated at your question. "This flower doesn't bloom mid Autumn!" You were still not buying it and it must have shown on your face because grandma continued talking. "This is a tickseed flower, they only bloom in summer."

You were impressed, but like anything, it could only be one of those rare occasions where things work differently than expected. "Maybe this flower has a mutant strain or something," right after saying that out loud you received yet another loving smack on the back of your head.

"Silence, you uneducated peanut!" she sassed. “Come here,” she commanded, walking by you and into the hallway leading to the back of the house and opening the door to the backyard. You followed silently, partly scared she would slap you again and partly simply to follow along with her discourse.

Grandma’s backyard was her joy; her sanctuary. A place she often recurs to relax. All the flowers, trees, and plants were sown by her own hand. The extension of the garden was such that, even though there was a fence separating the grounds of her house from the forest, the green intertwined and blended together. There was a time the roots from one of the forest trees grew under the soil, and snaked to her side of the fence, my parents told her she should tell someone to chop off the roots since later on it could damage and lift the land ruining her garden, to what grandma replied with an “If I do that then I’ll be hurting the tree! He just wants to make friends with my trees, so let the poor guy alone already.” shrugging them off.

“See?” she finally said pointing at a big pot filled with withering brownish flowers.

“Dead flowers?”

“Exactly! This is from another sprout you brought, back when you were little. They bloom in summer- only in summer!” Grandma leaned down to carefully place a hand under one of the dried petals.

“Wait, but…” You snapped, coming out of the skeptical stance you had and reasoning what she was implying by showing you the flowers, because you saw this exact flowers yesterday when you went to gather them. “They are bloomed next to-” Grandma shifted her eyes to look at you from above her eyebrows, waiting for your reply. “The well.”

“I gave you a coin the first time I took you there, remember?” she queried and you nodded. “These flowers appeared right after- out of the blue!”

You took a deep breath. There was something inside you like an annoying itch that bothered, because you remembered the first time you threw a coin, but not about the flower. “Ok, but...I don't remember that. And what does anything of this had to do with that guy I saw?”

Grandma sighed. “You wished for them.”

“Afternoon, ladies.” The stranger saluted from the opposite side of the well, propped on the edge, one of his hands under his chin.

Your innocent eyes met with his and made you blush, his gaze was intense and pure- and his hair looked funny. Your parents told you to never talk to strangers, but this one looked rather—familiar and friendly. You looked back at your grandma who smiled at the stranger and that gave you the idea he was indeed not a stranger to her.

“Good Afternoon,” she replied good-mannered, turning to look at you and encouraging to reply.

“Hi.” You shyly greeted.

“You wished for pretty flowers. May I know why?” he asked, tilting his head.

You moved closer to your grandma, hiding from him. “It’s okay, dear,” she assured you patting the top of your head.

“I like flowers,” you replied almost in a whisper. “But I can’t find them.”

“That’s because it's autumn, darling.” Grandma added. “Flowers don't bloom in autumn.”

“What kind of flowers do you like, y/n?” he asked. You were confused by his question and he noticed. “If you want flowers, I’ll give you anyone you like.”

“I like yellow and purple flowers.”

The stranger smiled widely, his dimples showing on either side of his face. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.” he got up and walked around the well, he stopped and reached out to grab your hand. You moved closer to him, feeling weirdly calm about his presence and stretched your hand to him. The stranger took his hands and cupped them around your tiny palm.

“With this, you can have those pretty flowers you want. Just plant it anywhere you want below the ground.” Slowly his hands left yours, leaving a small seed behind. “They will be waiting for you, no matter the season. Always.”

There was this— need, almost, that overcame and drove you to leave the house again to go back and face this crazy-colored hair boy. Were you going crazy? Were you actually gonna meet that stranger again? Believe his words and Grandma’s?

You had remembered, and that is why you were currently running to hopefully meet the stranger again.

He had the exact same face, even after all those years, he looked the same.

You were tired and almost out of breath but reached the part of the forest fast enough. Turning around a tall set of bushes you walked and found the well- and him. Sitting on the edge of it, his back slouched against a column, one of his long legs lazily pendulating while the other was being used as support for the book he was reading- your book.

You walked forward stealthily, pushed by an unseen force. It was a beautiful sight watching him read quietly, completely relaxed while the background was filled by dry warmed-colored leaves and naked branches, and those flowers you loved, that remained untouched by the cold lingering in the air- how could you’ve not noticed that before?

We are often too blind and care not for small things such as this; such as noticing the blossoming flowers in the middle of autumn.

“You came back,” he said not taking his eyes away from the book.

“Ehh-mm...yeah.” You blabbered. “I’m back.”

“I’m glad.”

“I forgot my book, I had too,” you explained.

“Is that so?” The purple-haired man closed the book and leaped down from his spot. You swallowed hard, you weren’t sure what to do. He had proved - in the past- not to mean harm, but you couldn’t scratch the fact he might be a magical creature. The whole un-rational situation made you uncomfortable. “Here you go then,” he said handing over the book once he got closer.

“Thank you. Well then, I should get going. Thanks again..uh,” you tried to remember his name.

“Namjoon.” he finished.

“I remember you, Namjoon.” You suddenly confessed.

The curve of his lip twisted upwards. “That’s good.”

You glanced over to the side and he followed your gaze. “Your flowers. They are still beautiful.”

Namjoon frowned amused. “They’re not mine. They’re yours.” he chuckled. “They’ve always been yours.” You blushed while staring into his eyes, the words were so simple and yet they made your heart jump inside your chest. “You buried the seed next to my well,” he explained.

“I did?”

Namjoon nodded smiling down his feet abashed. “Yeah, you wanted the flowers to be next to the well.” You snorted surprised by the smaller you.“You said that way I’d never had to be alone.”

“Really?”

“Really, really. I told you who I was and you instantly believed me.” There was a certain type of sadness accompanying those words. ”I guess little you were a lot more broad-minded about magic and stuff.” He chuckled, shrugging.

“So it seems…”

The silence between you grew so much that even the softest of breeze sounded like an orchestra. Inside there was a warmth spreading through you, having him this close. Something you can't exactly pinpoint, but nevertheless felt natural.

You weren’t sure what to say, but Namjoon broke that silence before you even could.

“Can’t you stay a little?” he asked.

His voice was soft and there was a hidden tinge on it that sounded longing. “I’d like to stay but I can't just-”

“I understand.” he stopped your babbling with a sign of his hand and a nod. “I won’t force you to believe in the magic. Although,” he stopped. His gaze gingerly traveling from your eyes to his feet and back again. His rosy cheeks showing up while he decided on asking a request from you. “I-If you don’t mind...I’d like to see you again tomorrow.” he confessed biting down his lower lip, waiting for your reaction.

“Tomorrow? I’m- confused,” you replied, not quite catching Namjoon’s invitation. “Why?”

He pointed at the book ou held between your arms lazily. “I’d like to know how the story ends.”

You looked down at the book. For the first time in a long time you talked before rationalizing, you just followed that simple call of the unbelievable like you had done when you were younger.

“Okay.”

There are small things in life that make it unbelievable; one of them was Namjoon.

On the next “book reading sessions” following that first uncomfortable encounter - or re-encounter - you both had gotten closer, and you even dared consider him an unlikely friend. Aside from his extravagant appearance, he was quite the opposite of any notions you had constructed around fairies (of course, only by TV, books, and whatnot.)

Namjoon knew how to read, but he was really slow at it. The reason for this is because he never learned how -not properly anyway.

He had told you about the time a little boy walked by the well with his parents once. The parents were teaching him how to read and would ask the boy to bring something, like a leaf, a branch or flowers, whatever he wanted and put it down inside a book. Then they would write the word down and tell him how to read it.

This is how Namjoon - and of course, the little boy - learned how to read. But nevertheless, this was obviously a really basic method but somehow, Namjoon managed to take the best out of it.

“So, you never learned how to read before?” You enquired, sitting with next to him, both your backs leaned against the cold rock of the well.

Namjoon shrugged, smiling shyly. “I never had anyone I could learn with— Actually, there isn't anyone ever I interacted with.”

“What about talking, then?” Namjoon tilted his head, not fully understanding your question. “I mean. We learn from others how to speak or read if you never had someone...how did you learn?”

“It just— came with me, I guess?”

“So you have no parents either?” You were starting to get sad thinking on how lonely he must have been.

“Parents? Fairies don’t have parents, y/n,” he told you, cutting absentmindedly a dry leaf of grass next to him.

“They don’t?! Then how were you born?”

“I...did not?” he snorted. “I wasn’t born— I just...poofed into existence,” Namjoon explained, chuckling amused by his own choice of words.

You were shocked. “Poofed? Poofed how? I- I don't get it.”

He had this characteristic dimple smile that always showed up at times like this when you asked an innocent question about his magical nature that made you cheeks burn red in fluster. “You see...” he began, shifting his position so he was looking at you straight. “When a small child laughs for the very first time, a new fairy is ‘born’ into this world.” His voice was soft and deep, almost like a sing-songy whisper. “From there on, we are put into different parts of the world, hoping to one day...meet again with them and be able to help them in thanks.”

“Really?” You asked, filled with amazement.

“No, I just made that up.” he winked and showed you his tongue playfully. “No, wait! Come back, don't leave!” he laughed wholeheartedly.

When Autumn ended you were sad to part ways with Namjoon (yeah, your grandma too of course)- But you must admit that he worried you most. He had no friends; unlike your grandma and her poker party. And he admitted once he only made his appearance to you because he had met you before.

“If you reacted badly having known me imagine someone who doesn’t,” he commented one time you suggested him to meet other people while you were away. “Besides I can't. Meeting you in my human form requires magical energy, and I can't do that all the time. I much rather save it for when we meet again.”

“Ugh, fine.” You pretended to be annoyed by his stubbornness while hiding the small abashed smile threatening to surface.

You didn’t leave him all alone though. Since he was not accepting making newly acquainted, you searched for another alternative to make the waiting easier for both.

Books.

Before you left, you had a quick shopping run and bought five books for him, all of which you already had at home.

“Well, have this to read until I’m back. You can practice your reading and then once we are together again we'll discuss our favorite and less favorite parts. What do you think?”

He loved the idea and was excited to improve his reading skills and with this, he had the hope to see you again.

“Goodbye, Namjoon!”

Thus you parted ways; until next Autumn.

Life didn’t stop or became boring after that. Unlike they always say in movies or readings. Time didn't stop after a life-changing event - as they say- like you had with him. On the contrary, you enjoyed everything so much more, because you wanted days to pass quicker, but also doing lots of things so once you’re back you could tell Namjoon all the cool things you did while away.

You had once before walked a melancholic state of unrequited love, and even though that part remained the same, you didn’t let it get the best of you. Everyone has a heartbreak in their lifetime, but that's also the beauty of it- having it, the experience that comes along.

He was always in your thoughts, and you were counting the days, reading pages of the books you shared until the next time you could see him.

“Hi sweetie!” Grandma greeted enthusiastically.

“Grans!” You replied with the same energy. “I'm famished, it was such a long trip. Do you happen to have anything baking in the oven?”

“Do you only come here so I can feed you, child?” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Honestly I understand, I’m a great cook.”

After stuffing yourself with a ton of grandma-baked food and lots of much-needed coffee to stay awake, you told grandma you were going to take a walk and if you could bring some of her delicious treats with you, to what she obviously answered “Yes, but they are all for Namjoon, you already had enough.” and hopped off onto the forest.

“Oh Namjoon!” You sang, peeping your head inside the well, words reverberating inside the walls and disturbing the water.

“Oh y/n!” he imitated, singing right next to you and provoking you to jump back, taken-aback by his nearness.

“Geezs fu-”, you blabbered grabbing your chest. “How dare you sneak up on me, I could’ve- could’ve- fallen into the well.” You nagged overdramatically but playful. He chuckled and his big smile showed up, you heart once spooked by a second now twisting in joy to see his dimples again. “I’m so mad at you right now!”

“Can you say that again without having the biggest smile on your face?” he taunted, stretching his arms to you and holding you in a warm embrace.

“I should’ve punched you for that, you little sneaky fairy bastard.” You snickered, wrapping your arms around him, a long, relieving sigh.

Namjoon would always wait for you; and you would go to him, constant like the seasons.

Until one faithful autumn.

Where you couldn’t make it to grandma’s home.

Grandma had fallen down while in her garden. She tripped down because of a large tree branch. It was not a life or death situation, but she was required to move closer to the hospital, at least for a while. This way you could take care of her and not leave your daily life obligations. College was happening at the same time and the sum of it all turned it into a rough time.

Grandma’s poker friends promised to take care of the house while she was away, and your parents finally had the biggest excuse to cut off the trees from the garden. However, a thread was loose; Namjoon.

No one other than you two knew about him.

It had been well over a month and the end of August was near. You wanted to ask for grandma’s help, but you really didn't want to upset her either, even if she didn't have the same relationship you had with him, she would still feel terrible for leaving him alone.

Your heart clenched at the thought of him waiting for you each day, looking at the path leading up to the well and not finding you there. ‘He surely is not only expecting me every time autumn rolls around’ but you knew deep inside- that he in fact was. Namjoon himself told you so one time.

“...Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost...” you read, enunciating each word slowly pacing your narration to fit the weight of that single line from Namjoon’s phrase selection. “How is this reminding you of me?” You queried, swallowing slowly, trying to bypass that growing sensation in the middle of your chest.

“I don't know exactly. I just thought of you when I read it the first time.” He is resting on the grass a little further from you. “I mean, I do miss you every time you have to leave. Its-... even painful, like I lost a part of myself.” Your breath stopped. He shifted sideways rolling to his side and staring at you. “Isn’t that what love is?” His sight felt like a stab. “Waiting, no matter how much. Longing your return?”

A small coin he returned to you long ago was staring back at you from its current spot next to the small jewelry box on top of the vanity mirror - the wish you never made. Tears rolled down your eyes thinking again about how lonely he would feel, how his smile may never show up while he waited- and you hated that.

“Fuck that,” you exclaimed while grabbing your phone and calling an agency to book a ticket.

“Yeah, I’ve just got here. Of course- I won’t-” you rolled your eyes while your parent talked to you over the phone and mumbled about how careful you should be not to go around the forest and get hurt and such. “Yeah, yeah sure. Bye, love you, talk to you later.”

It was dark when you got off your ride so you decided to sleep and go first thing in the morning to visit Namjoon. After getting to the front door and turning the key to open it you noticed no resistance from it, meaning it was open. Carefully you entered peeking your head and finding on the other side one of your grandma’s friend with a mop and sweeping it through the floor.

“Oh hello dear! I didn’t know you were coming today.” she greeted with a big smile. “Is your granny doing okay? I haven't talked to her today yet.”

You nodded. “Yeah, she is fine. I’m just coming to get some of her stuff, clothes and such.” You lied nonchalantly.

“Ah well, I'm on my way out. So, take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” you replied leaving your baggage next to the door.

“I should tell you though, be careful if you go to the woods tonight. I know you love going there, but right now they’re doing some changes and taking off roots from old trees. Anything the township might consider a ‘hazard’ for us oldies.” she cackled walking to the front door. “Oh, then that old well too.” She added with a movement of her finger.

“The well?!” You quaked.

“Yeah, the little ones could fall inside so they are taking it down,” she explained.

“Sorry I have to go.” You excused yourself, sprinting right by her and flying through the threshold.

“Wait!” She called, but you were already too far away to care you were being rude. Nothing mattered more at this moment other than finding Namjoon.

You bolted down the forest path, a hand over the back pocket of your jeans, where a small coin waited to become a wish. Some time ago you would’ve balked at the thought of running but right now a energy rose inside of you, with only one mission- only hoping you weren’t too late.

The slapping noise of your footsteps crushing the dead nature underneath them resonated in the dark of the forest. Tears blinded you, with a fast swipe of your sleeve you wiped them away. You ran as quickly as your legs could carry you, reciting his name over and over too scared to reach the destination; too scared not to get there fast enough.

“Namjoon!!” You shouted hurting your throat seeing the end of the road ahead. “Namjoon!” You repeated turning around the bushes. “No…” the sight made you gasp.

Half of the well was torn down, the remaining parts of the boulders that once formed a perfect circle were standing. Next to it a big pile of dirt. Walking to the half broken well with a hand clutching your chest was the hardest.

“Namjoon?” You whispered desperately. Your heart was pounding and your lungs were running out of air. “Oh no,” you cried, noticing the little lantern without a lit candle. You wheeze as your burning lungs gasp for air. Legs feeling sore and numb began flailing and you plummeted to the ground. Your lower lip quivered as words slowly made their way out of your mouth. “I’m s-…” you began, yet what followed was engulfed in the tremors.

More than a crying, it was an innocent desolated sobbing. You were too sad to wail. One of your hands slid down the cold and rugged walls of the rocks while the magnitude of your loss swept over. You should have been there to laugh with him; You should have been there to read him more stories, you should have been there to collect the flowers he had gifted, you should have been there too keep him company, but most of all - you should have been there and be loyal to your promise. Now there was just a pile of dirt and broken rubble.

You hung limp next to the well, your eyes trailing down to the grass, wondering, Where has he gone? What happens to fairies when they-...? you gulped

Is he somewhere safe?

A blue glow casted a shadow of your form over the grass, even though it was weak, in the heavy darkness of the night you could notice how it shined.

Your whole body instantly shifted around, knowing where the light came from- The Lantern.

“y/n…” a weak voice named.

You gasped, feet raising you up instantly. “Namjoon.” You half cried his name while staring at his dimple smile shining under the cerulean light projected from the lantern. Your arms stretched out to him, desperate to have him wrapped in your embrace. Your legs were still quivering but Namjoon catches you while stumbling between his cradling arms.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered next to your ear. “Please, don’t cry.”

You haven’t noticed the tears dripping down your eyes until then. “I’m so sorry, Namjoon.” You panted.

“Hush, don’t apologize.” his hand caressed the back of your head, lulling you like a child. “You did nothing wrong.”

“No, No I did.” You sobbed. “I broke our promise.” You pushed him away lightly to see his face and noticed the color of his hair even in this blue-ish light. Wait...the light. “The lantern has no candle,” you said confused. “What is burning in there?”

Namjoon’s eyes were heavy-lidded while staring at you. “Me.” he finally said.

“What?”

“The last of my magic,” he added, turning his gaze to it.

“What do you mean the last?”

He smiled again, but it's not his usual smile, this one was filled with pain. He moved away from you, leaning over the edge of the well to bring the lantern down from its spot. “I’m burning my magic, so I can see you one last time.”

Your hands covered your face. “‘One last time’? Wha- Why?”

Namjoon stared down at the lantern in his hands, gently touching the glass guarding the blue flame. “Remember when I joked about how fairies are born?” You nodded. “Well, we are not born from a children’s laughter. But, born from the first wish of one.” his eyes began to water, but no tears came down- Namjoon was trying to stay strong. “That boy who was reading with his parents? He threw a coin to the well and gave me life. He wished to always have moments like those he had with his parents, where they all laughed and spent time together.”

You quietly listened while the reminiscing of that first wish filled his eyes with a glow you had never seen before in him.

“That’s my duty. Not only to him, but to everyone who comes by the well, to give them a happy time.” Namjoon looks at you. “So don’t feel sad for me. I don’t feel regretful. I made people happy in my time here.”

“You did.” The tears threaten to never stop. “But, were you happy, Namjoon?”

He chuckled. “Deliriously.”

Even though his words are flowing with genuine intentions you still feel an emptiness within. Your hand moves to your back pocket and pulls out the small coin he gave you back the first time you met.

Namjoon recognized it. “I still owe you a wish.” he commented, leaving the lantern aside. “Have you decided what is it you want already?”

“Yes,” you said softly. “The one thing that would make me the happiest in the world.” You grabbed one of his hands and placed the small coin over the palm of his hand. “To gift you the last wish.”

Namjoon pants as you close his hand around the small coin. “y/n, I can’t d-”

“It’s my wish Namjoon!” You interrupted. “And what I want is for you to have a wish too, and that anything you want comes true!”

A single tear rolled down his cheek, he was so touched by this gesture he could hardly control his emotions. Leaning forward he pulled you into a hug, his hand wrapped tightly around the present he holds in his hand.

“I want to be happy.” his voice trembled. “I want to be happy next to you,” he added. Namjoon hid his face on the side of your neck. “That’s the only thing I wish.”

A sudden void makes a presence.

He is no longer hugging you.

”Namjoon?” You called, hands still holding on to the now ghostly remain of his form. “Namjoon?” You repeated, looking around but not finding anything at all, only the coldness of the borning winter air greeting you.

Your eyes are found with the lantern once again, the blue flame within now too weak to cast its glow. From time to time the live remaining flickers and you understand what is happening.

Namjoon was fading.

Absentmindedly your hands cupped the lantern, bringing it closer to you. The glass around it didn’t burn, instead it it was cold. Gently, you cradle it closer to you, as if somehow that could protect it from the cool of the forest-

You felt defeated.

Walking back the path to grandma’s home, your legs moved by themselves, carrying your numb body slowly.

The light flickered again, and again, and again, once you reached the steps of the house it finally disappeared, leaving an empty vessel behind.

Your legs failed once more and you fell to the ground, your hands raising to cover your face, tears dripping through your fingers.

“Goodbye, Namjoon.”

“Let’s make a new promise.” You heard someone say. A light shone down on the grass casting the from inside the house. Your puffy eyes looking up to find the talking stranger. “Don’t ever say ‘goodbye’ to me again, okay?”

A tall man stared down at you from the threshold of the house, the backlighting coming from the open door shaping his silhouette. You exhaled deeply.

He walked forward hiding the strong light behind him and allowing you to see him fully. “My hair looks so human now,” he complained, offering a hand to you.

You sniff and chuckled, accepting his offering and helping you up. “We can bring back the crazy colors of your hair with a dye,” you assure him. “But we have to pay for it with human money. We can't wish our way out of things in the human world.”

“That’s fine by me.” Namjoon shrugged, pulling you closer snaking his arms around your waist. “Besides, I already got the thing I wish for the most.”

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