#BTS incubus AU

[ririnya7]

Just updated my Seokjin incubus story A Strict Diet!

if you're interested you can click on the link below to read on ao3!! 💜

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

jeong yunho

♤ the drill by @byuntrash101

big dick!yunho, kinda fluffy and sweet

kang yeosang

◇ let's play a game by @anyamaris

yeosang x reader x soobin (txt), friends to lovers, primal play

choi san

♧ howling to your moon by @essenteez

established relationship, smut

☆ oh he's good by @yoongiseesawmp3

part of church boy series, bad boy (?) san kinda

♤ pornstar!san by @orgverse

camboy/camgirl au, live stream sex, hinted ateez x reader

◇ incubus: coming of age by @byuntrash101

incubus!san, kinda slowburn

♧ moll by @last-words-ofashootingstar

1920s mafia, corrupt police officer!san, dark, yandere, manipulation

song mingi

☆ roommate by @essenteez

roommates to lovers, horny mingi

♤ a taste of desire by @solfiera

college au, brother's best friend!mingi

jeong wooyoung

◇ not on my watch by @remedyx

christmas time, getting together thanks to mistletoe, fluffy

♧ 5 weeks by @setsugekka

idol!wooyoung x stylist!reader, coworkers to lovers, woo is an annoying little shit (affectionate)

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 BTS, TxT, Stray Kids, Seventeen, NCT rec list

[kingofbodyrolls]

The Library of BTS fic recs - AUs 2

I love to read, and I love making lists and putting this into order/systems, so here comes my list of all my readings (does include fics of my own in there too). 

These detailed sorted lists are all the BTS fics that I have recommended/reblogged— I hope you find something that you like in there, and please, if you do, don’t hesitate to let the author know, okay? 🥹🥰

Navigation → By AU (pt1 & pt 2) | By theme/vibe/pairing/reader (thank you tumblr for being an inline link limit dick)

By AU (part 2)

Photographer // Model // Personal trainer // Gym

Musician // Producer // Dancer // Stripper // Cam // Porn star

Actress // Actor

Lawyer // Personal Assistant // CEO

Chef // Baker // Cafe // Food Truck

Bartender // Gamer // Hacker

Mechanic // Racer

Bowling // Hockey // Lifeguard

Dog trainer // Hotline

Sports // Olympics

Cowboy // Farming // Ranch // Landlord

Royal // Bodyguard

Gods // Demons // Angels // Incubus

Pirates // Mermaids

Fantasy // Magical 

Vampires // Werewolves 

Fairy // Witches

Criminals // Police // Detective // Mafia

A/B/O (omegaverse)

Hybrids // Shapeshifter

Space/Futuristic // Dystopian

Doctor

Idolverse

Hogwarts

Slice of life

Flight Attendant // Pilot // Airport // Airplane // 

Body Swap

Go to part one -> [here]

Interested in my own personal favorites? Find them in my Hall of Fame 🥰

Interested in reading my own fics? Find them in my Masterlist ✨

*I’ll add more as I read, so you can save this and always come back to it, use it like you would a regular library!

Borahae— You nice, keep going ✨

[m-jelly]

Demon Huntress Reader x Incubus Levi. Incubus!Levi tempts and seduces Reader to have fun with him (they are secretly lovers)

@2moth-anon2 requested

Irresistible lover

Incubus Levi x fem!reader

Supernatural AU, magical AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, flirtatious Levi, sexual language, teasing, touching, oral, monster loving.

While on a journey to hunt down a dangerous demon, Levi temps you over and over with delicious words and touches. You give in to temptation and allow your lover to fawn over you.

Lore: Some demons help hunters hunt down bad demons. Levi offered his services to help because a demon killed his two friends. As a result of helping you, he fell madly in love with you and you fell for him and you became a couple.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You released a long sigh as you grabbed the magic scroll on your next target. You were tired, exhausted and frustrated. Work had been non-stop for you and it had meant less couple time with Levi. As a demon, Levi had a large and deep hunger for you. So, it was hard to get the balance right between doing your job as a hunter of demons and being dedicated to Levi.

Even though Levi was a hungry demon, he was very patient and sweet with you. To him, you were worth the wait. Every inch of you was delicious and your heart was so beautiful. The love he had for you was unmeasurable.

The stress and exhaustion were just rolling off you and Levi could sense it. Levi wanted to fix this, he wanted to get you to relax, he wanted you to smile, he wanted you to be happy and to do that he had a plan.

As soon as you walked into your study at the hunter base, he locked the door and used his powers to make the room darker - it was mood lighting. It appeared you didn't notice, so Levi was going to pull out all the stops.

Levi changed his human appearance to more of his demon one because he knew how much you loved it. His horns grew large on his head, scales appeared on the corners of his face, up his neck and all over his body. His hands turned into strong claws that looked like they had been dipped in tar. His long tail whipped to the side as he growled in pleasure. His tongue was long and pointed for perfect reach and lastly, his shirt peeled off his body to show off his muscles.

He pushed his raven hair back and slowly slinked his way over to you. The way he called your name was sensual like it was pleasurable to call out. He dragged a claw across the table and growled. "You seem...stressed."

You whined a bit as you kept working. "I am. This needs to be done. He's a high-ranking demon on the loose. I need to stop him."

"That will happen. I know you will." He grabbed the magical scroll making you pout and protest. "But you need a break."

You stood up. "He doesn't stop so I shouldn't."

Levi tossed the scroll right as a flying little imp appeared and took it away. "Darling sweetness, he will rest, trust me." He stared you up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

You blushed. "You say that all the time. Call your imp back and give me the scroll."

He reached over the desk and pressed a claw into your shirt right between your breasts. "I will, but after you've been a good girl and relaxed. I'm worried about you." He pulled his claw down and slowly ripped your shirt open. "You are so arousing."

You shivered as your warm skin was met with the room's cool air. "Levi."

He eyed your breasts in your bra. "So supple, plump and delicious."

You pulled back and yanked the shirt closed. "Y-You're distracting m-me."

He leapt over the desk and sat on the edge right in front of you. "My intention."

You tried to move away but Levi's wings burst from his back, and one of them moved and blocked your path. You turned and tried to escape the other way, but his tail wrapped around your thigh. "Le-Levi."

Levi looped his claw finger around your belt loop and tugged. "You work so hard. You're so strong. You're so inspiring." He ran his lips right between your breasts and inhaled deeply. "A darling love like you should be worshipped and rewarded." He delicately kissed your skin. "Such a magnificent love."

You mewled in delight and tangled your fingers in his hair. "You're too sweet to me."

He looked up at you. "You deserve your body to be worshipped every day and night." He licked his lips to show his long pointed tongue. "Say yes."

You could feel the yes on the tip of your tongue, but your senses came to you. You had a job to do and you shouldn't be playing with your demon boyfriend. You turned in his arms and mewled. "I need a new shirt and to start working."

Levi ran his hands up your body as he spoke against your ear. "You work so hard all the time. You need a break. Everyone takes breaks. Everyone needs to relax and unwind." One hand massaged your hip as the other gripped your breast. "So many knots in such an alluring body. It must be so hard for you."

You leaned your head back and relaxed against his touch. "Mm, it is."

"A good night's rest and some good loving with work all the knots out and help you think fresh."

"You're right."

He nipped your earlobe between his sharp canines. "Just a night off. One simple night off won't do any harm."

You leaned against Levi, your weight now fully on him. Legs now weak, you sat between Levi's legs on the edge of the desk. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as Levi continued his touches and massaging. Every move he made was electrifying to you, it always was.

You turned your head and gazed deep into Levi's eyes as they glinted with power. "Do you love me?"

Levi smiled softly at you. "More than words can describe. You have my whole heart and immortal soul. I love you, forever and more."

You welled up as your heart swelled with adoration. "I love you too."

He leaned closer. "I know. I can feel it through our bond. It is...breathtaking." He crashed his lips against yours as his fingers plunged down into your underwear and began caressing your clit.

You felt a shiver run through you as two long clawed fingers pressed deep into your pussy and pressed you in every perfect way. The palm of his hand stimulated your attention-seeking clit. Each soft and intentional movement was hypnotic and pleasurable to you.

Levi's long pointed demon tongue was blazing hot inside your mouth. The way he moved was soothing and yet arousing. You felt safe, calm and relaxed, but also like your body was on fire. All you could do was cling to your lover as he moved and worshipped your mortal body, which in time he would make immortal like him.

A light whimper came from you as soon as he pinched your nipple. A throbbing of pleasure pumped through you from your chest to your heat and back. The danger of it all added to the sexual pleasure. If anyone knew about the undying love between the two of you, or that you took part in the pleasure of the body with each other, you would be shunned and banished from your people.

Most would have accused Levi of tempting you to love him, but Levi would tell you otherwise. Levi's intention was to make a deal with you to take revenge. However, your heart, body and soul lured him in and he was hopelessly in love and yours. You were Levi's master and he would do anything for you. Although, when it came to sex, he was always the tempter because he was a demon of sex.

Levi pulled from your lips as your moans heightened in pitch. The light in Levi's eyes brightened. "That's it, my darling. Cum against my hand and enjoy the pleasure that is your body."

You threw your head back and cried out in bliss as you felt a pleasurable pop. "Levi."

Levi moaned in pleasure as you fed him with power. "Good girl." He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. "Delicious meal."

You leaned against his chest. "Mm..."

He lifted you up and laid you on your desk. "Worry not, my darling." He licked his lips and moaned. "I will help you relax more." He clicked a clawed finger against your trousers and panties causing them to slice off. "I will plunge my tongue deep into your pussy and enjoy the flavours of your arousal." He knelt before you and shifted your legs over his shoulders. "I must kneel before my altar."

You reached down and gripped his horns. "I'm all yours."

His long pointed tongue dragged up your lips and clit. He smirked as you whimpered. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

You threw your head back as his long, thick and pointed tongue plunged deep into you. Your thighs clamped around his handsome face. Your back arched as he moved and rolled his tongue. A shiver ran through you as his clawed hands ran down your body. You knew very well that this was not going to be something short, it was going to be an all-night loving.

[spnfanficpond]

January 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

The Unconventional Meet-Cute by @schizonephilim

I wanted to read something different from my usual go-to, and I had this story in my To Be Read 'pile' for a while, so I read chapter 1! I can't wait to read chapter 2. It's really well-written and the sexy times are awesome.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (AO3)

I love this fic. I have read this thing so many times. I love the intimacy and how they develop organically. How Cas just takes why Dean gives and it’s how it should be in my head. It’s sweet and fluffy. I wish Dean would stop calling Cas “pal” as if he’s fucking Mickey Mouse and Pluto but it’s amazing. I return to it a lot. It’s a comforting story that deals with mental health and I’m glad it’s set in heaven.

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This is sooo good. It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times. Must read.

Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times.

Heartstring Promenade by @winchester-reload

This is the ending to the series I wanted.

Destiel's 1st Time by @chaoticmotherofall

Holy shit. Wow, primal. Rawr. Must read smut. I think it’s the scene most of the fandom would want to see if they could. Sorry, not sorry.

Dean's Delights by Redamber79 (AO3)

Destiel. Baker Dean. Can smell each other through blockers. Insecure Cas. Love it! He just wants to eat Dean up and kind of does! True mates are delicious, don’t ya think?

The Company by CasCase (AO3)

You’re gonna get intimidated by the language of ballet vocab but don’t worry, it isn’t important. It’s such an amazing love story and so well written. Wow. There is even artwork of the seriously important emotional scenes that just make it so much better. Omg! I wish this was a fucking movie because it’d be gorgeous!

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by @almassi

Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.

truly there's nobody for you but me by Abi_in_the_Cosmos (AO3)

Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. The shorts in the BTS on the show of Jensen wearing denim short shorts, which of course Dean says they exist for an in-story reason. I don’t care. It’s great.

this heart and flesh shall fail by ValandraWrites (AO3)

Monsterfucker story, technically. Great story. Dean is not technically underaged despite what it says. Twist ending. Beautiful story with a sexy but sad twist.

The Biological Ways by @sitruunavohveli

Three words: Accidental office romance Destiel! A/b/o! Love it. Love that it’s Charlie too. Yay! I also am a huge fan of this author’s works. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them and they’re just amazing to work with. Please check them out.

Weighted by amireal, tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. Thank you both!

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Nominated by @deeranger

When There's Only You by AnOddSock (AO3)

It's such a visceral and extremely well-written story, dark and full of intense angst but at the same time it highlights that profound tenderness and affection between Sam and Dean. The whole "there is no me if there is no you". I was on the edge of my seat all the way through, my heart breaking for the brothers in such a delightful way. This fic is a great rollercoaster ride, like a dark porn with a substantial amount of well-thought-out plot. Heed the tags though... Your feels might not come out intact.

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Nominated by @spnexploration

She Thought She Was Normal (series) by @aylacavebear

This is @Aylacavebear's first fic she's putting out into the wild and it's going to be a long multi-chapter journey. What a way to start! This first chapter takes us to poor Maria as a child, who has just lost her mother to a yellow-eyed demon, and Bobby sets her and her Dad up with Sam and Dean. Can't wait to see the whole journey!

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This was adorable!! The whole concept of cuddlibus was so cute and I loved when both Dean and Cas were trying to get more out of the relationship but thinking the other didn't want it. And including Sam's cuddlibus daughter was also adorable

Power Grows out of the Barrel of a Gun by Alaisabel (AO3)

I absolutely loved this AU. There are so many twists and turns and I had such a fun time working out what was going on. Dean is so anti-authority and he ends up in a relationship with Cas, a cop.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Fluffy Faerie Tales (series) by @ladylilithprime

This universe and the characters in it are so fascinating! Sam and Dean are half-fae, and Jimmy and Cas have a backstory that is wildly different than anything else I've ever read! (No spoilers!) Sam/Cas/Jimmy is a threesome I've never read before, I don't think, and I'm loving it. So far, all of these stories are filled with plenty of fluff, and the perfect way to end my day. Sweet dreams of faeries and friends are always welcome!

Cuddle Deprivation and Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

I am now OBSESSED with the idea of cuddlibi!!! Like those who have nominated this story above, I find this idea adorable and sweet. And Cas is just SO SWEET! And there's so much delicious pining in both of these stories!! I now want to read ALL the cuddlibus stories!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[jmvore]

PLEASE NOTE: Clicking any link posted in this section will take you to a new site. These are not and WILL NOT be posted on Tumblr. - ALSO NOTE: this is a list of BTS!fanfiction I have archived (with a few that I've forgot but are gone because I deleted both blogs xD). Anywho, I hope you read these as well.

» Legend › Smut [🔞] | Fluff [☀] | Angst [☁] | Completed [✓] | Writing [✍] | Incomplete [🛑] | On Hiatus [❌] » Note › All Stories are Female Reader Insert Unless Stated Otherwise. » Created › 09.05.2023  » M. List(s) › Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Seokjin | Hoseok | Yoongi | Jungkook | AO3

BTS

FEATURING TWO OR MORE MEMBER(S)

♕ | KINKTOBER 2022-2023 [✍] M: OT7 | AU: DIFFERENT AU'S | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » ❝ A ton of different short stories based on a bunch of kinks and alternative universes I wanted to write about. ❞

♕ | OUTWORLD (1/10) [✍] | CHAPTER FIC M: JUNGKOOK & YOONGI | AU: ABO | Rating(s): 🔞☁☀ ╰› Synopsis » You discover a myth of a wolf with snow-white fur and blood-red eyes. You and Jungkook find yourselves in the middle of a battle between the young wolf and the hunters who seem to want him for personal gain. It becomes a fight to keep him safe as well as your home but when the wolf imprints on you, things take a turn. Dark Magic, Curses and Poison causes damage, chaos, and grief.

♕ | BANGTAN DRABBLES (21/21) [✓] M: OT7 | AU: SUB!bts/SLICE OF LIFE | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » ❝ Just a book of BTS imagines that I wrote a long time ago. Warning! Some stories may be a trigger for some and I'll try my best to put a warning on those but, for the most part, these stories are smut, fluff and a little bit of angst.❞

♕ | A SWEET TASTE A FINER DELICACY (21/25) [❌] | CHAPTER FIC M: JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: SLICE OF LIFE/MASSEUR/SUGAR DADDY | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » It was a place Jungkook wouldn't dare be caught in. Being the Vice President of GC Records, his father warned him about every scandal that could arise but this... This wasn't one of them. Jungkook's curiosity gets the better of him as he doesn't know why he's standing in this building waiting to be seen. Maybe it was the murmurs of one of his employees or maybe it was the stress and tension that needed to be released. All he knows is that his interest was peaked.

♕ | YOU WERE MINE (9/15) [✍] | CHAPTER FIC M: JUNGKOOK, JIN, & HOSEOK | AU: YANDERE/TATTOO ARTIST | Rating(s): 🔞☁ ╰› Synopsis » You've avoided Jin since your messy breakup. Enters Jungkook, someone you'd grown to love and care for. But, with the shift in feelings-- you make it a point to avoid everyone associated with the two brothers. Well, at least tries to but with how Jungkook felt that was a little easier said than done. Jungkook has a soft spot for you, everyone knew it. Jin knew it and he hated it but, what happens when that soft spot turns into something else?

♕ | BLUE & GREY [❌] | ON HIATUS M: JUNGKOOK, JIMIN & YOONGI | AU: MAFIA | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » You come home late and tired from a hards day of work. They don’t seem to mind since they have other ways for you to make it up to them.

♕ | BIRTHDAY TREATS [✓] M: JUNGKOOK NAMJOON, & JIMIN | AU: HYBRID/POLY | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » It’s your birthday and they wanted to do something really special for you.

♕ | 07 WAYS TO KISS YOUR HYBRID [✓] M: JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: POLY/HYBRID | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » You come home late and tired from a hards day of work. They don’t seem to mind since they have other ways for you to make it up to them.

♕ | RED MOON [✓] M: JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: DEMON/INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Drawn to the soul's desperation, Jungkook finds himself confused with how and why his best friend and his friend’s girlfriend is standing naked right in front of him, smirking at him like he's a piece of meat. He likes it, maybe too much but he doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into either. Either way, it’s a dream come true.

♕ | LOVE ME HARDER  [✓] M: YOONGI, TAEHYUNG, JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: POLY/STEP-FAMILY | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » You knew it was going to happen eventually. Your mother finding someone new to call her own but what you didn’t expect was to fall into bed with said man and his sons. You knew it was wrong, knew you shouldn’t have done it but... You can’t help but love the attention your new family is giving you (even if it’s at the cost of your mother’s happiness).

♕ | WILDEST DREAM(S) [✓] M: JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: POLY/HYBRID | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » You come home late and tired from a hards day of work. They don’t seem to mind since they have other ways for you to make it up to them.

♕ | YOU IN ME [✓] | Written w/ @/jkeuphoriadreamland M: JUNGKOOK & JIMIN | AU: Best Friend Brother | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ☁ ╰› Synopsis » Falling on hard times, Jimin moves in with his brother. He’s been a pain in the ass since you could remember, but when he decides to make things right, you’re suddenly unsure if you were willing to accept his apology.

♕ | RATED R [✓] M: JIMIN & YOONGI | AU: POLY/PUBLIC | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Sex in public places wasn’t really the norm for you like it was for them. So, when they told you they wanted to fool around in the movie theatre, you were skeptical at first but you slowly gave in.

Jeon Jungkook (8 Stories Total)

♕ | LOVE LIES (2/2) [✓] | | CHAPTER FIC AU: SUB!bts/SLICE OF LIFE | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » Jungkook more or less has been the person who brought you your food every time you ordered. Being a regular customer with the Grubbin’ app, whenever your name pops up he makes sure he’s the first to get it. What you don’t know is he’s been trying to work up the courage to ask you on a date. Will you accept?

♕ | PARTY FAVORS [✓] AU: SUB!bts/SLICE OF LIFE | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » You’ve been shopping all day for his little get-together but, he can’t stop playing Overwatch long enough to help you set up.So, you take it upon yourself to show him what happens when he disobeys.

♕ | WET [✓] AU: SLICE OF LIFE | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Your cousin, Jimin, pool party was in full effect and you looked to see that Jungkook wasn’t in his swimwear, so what do you do? Push him in the pool. And he’s pissed. It doesn’t help that he’d been craving you all day, seeing as you’ve been walking around in nothing but, a bikini but this was the final straw.

♕ | BITTERSWEET JEALOUSY [✓] AU: SUB!bts/IDOL | Rating(s): 🔞☀☁ ╰› Synopsis » Still after all this time, Jungkook can’t control his jealousy when he sees you with other people. You’ll just have to teach your baby boy a lesson.

♕ | I’LL MISS YOU, KITTEN (2/2) [✓] AU: IDOL | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis» Your girl group and BTS are in the midst of touring. You and Jungkook have been sneaking around along with a couple of yours and his members too. He just wants to show you how much he misses you.

♕ | DO YOU TRUST ME? [✓] AU: ARRANGED MARRIAGE | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » there’s something wrong, you can tell when he comes home just a little too distant and when you find him breaking down in your bedroom, you want nothing more but to comfort him in the best way you know how, though he wants your love in another way.

♕ | I BELIEVE YOU [✓] AU: NON-IDOL | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Jungkook tells you all the time that you’re beautiful, it’s up to you if you believe him or not. -or- Your boyfriend Jungkook knows how insecure you are and tries to make you feel better.

♕ | LEVIATHAN [✓] AU: SUPERNATURAL | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Jungkook reddened eyes watched you dance by yourself, his body yearning for yours– his throat thirsty for your blood.

Park Jimin (10 Stories Total)

♕ | THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT PARK JIMIN [🛑] | CHAPTER FIC AU: HYBRID/SLICE OF LIFE | Rating(s): 🔞☀ | fennec fox!jm ╰› Synopsis » There’s something special about being able to just appreciate life and everything that it gives you. who is Jimin to complain, honestly? he has his kits, his soon-to-be wife and even now everything seems as if it’s too good to be true.

♕ | IN DUE TIME [🛑] | CHAPTER FIC AU: STEP-BROTHER | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Who would've thought your step-brother would have fallen for you. And you with him. keeping secrets is hard but, it's more than worth it when you're desperate to be with the one you love.

♕ | KISS IT BETTER BABY [✓] | fennec fox!jm AU: SUGARBABY/HYBRID | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Typical movie night has become a big thing for you and your hybrid boyfriend but, soon touches turn to kisses which soon turns to him laying on his back at your mercy.

♕ | BBYBOYMINIEXO WANTS TO PLAY [✓] AU: SUB!bts/non-IDOL | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Using Euphoria as his stress reliever, he found you. Now if only he can keep you and make you his.

♕ | HE NEEDS MY LOVE [✓] AU: SUB!bts/SUGA BABY | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Jimin just misses you and what better way to show you then to tease you while you’re at work.

♕ | ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU [✓] AU: SUB!bts/SUGA BABY | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Jimin wants to do something nice for you so, what better way to do that than to cook for you and greet you with your favorite lingerie on.

♕ | LEVIATHAN: A BITE OF YOU [✓] AU: SUPERNATURAL | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Park Jimin was livid. Not only had you left the club with his enemy but, you ended up sleeping with him too. You belong to him and now, a punishment is the only thing that seems to get that through your pretty little head.

♕ | BABY BOY [✓] AU: SUB!bts/SUGA BABY | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » he’s your baby boy who just wants to be praised and of course, you can’t help but give him what he wants even after he’s been a bad boy.

♕ | OH, PRETTY LITTLE FOX [✓] | fennec fox!jm AU: SUB!BTS/HYBRID | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » He's been keeping it a little secret, something he's been wanting to try but when you confront him about it he's more than willing to share.

MIN YOONGI

♕ | BABY GIRL [🛑] AU: IDOL/ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » Phone sex had become a regular for you two while he was on tour and with that came teasing since he couldn’t get to you but, what happens when he’s finally home?

KIM NAMJOON

♕ | RENDEZVOUS [✓] AU: IDOL/ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP | Rating(s): 🔞☀ ╰› Synopsis » He's supposed to be fixing the roof to your shower not having sex with a tenant.

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[dual-desires]

Fanfic Writing - New Year's Resolutions

I’m a bit late, but thank you to @no1petesimp for tagging me!

Honestly, I’m not sure where I want my fanfic writing to go during 2024. I worked on an original project for Nanowrimo, and I kinda want to continue trying to write it during 2024. The keyword is try. But I also miss writing fics, and I miss Vegaspete.

In 2024, I hope to work on/publish:

The epilogue for my VegasPete Incubus AU. It’s slow going, but these last few days has seen more work on it ever since the document was created back in July. Vegas’ wings are gonna get healed, damn it, one word at a time.

At least one VegasPete oneshot. The idea closest to mind has the working title “Size Queen Pete” (post-canon, Vegas is going abroad for business and tells Pete to order a dildo for himself to use while Vegas is away. Pete selects the largest one, naturally.) I also want to write a “classic” Vegaspete rendevouz where they sneak off from a (Kinn-hosted) important event to have sex, but bullets start flying and they have to save the day.

A BTS fic. Yes. I’ve had quite a compelling idea for an Omegaverse Yoonmin fic for a while. 2024 might be the time for it.

I’m lousy with tagging and all names escape me, but anyone who comes across this is free to do it too. Such a fun idea, @no1petesimp, and thanks again for tagging me <3

[prettynxsty]

hello, you lil naughty hoes, i decided to update the list of stuff that will be coming to you at some point in this lifetime. Under the cut!

Noxious pt 2

Top Dog pt 2

Frills pt 2 aka the prequel

Quaint Spaces (at some fuckin point)

Protection Afforded (at some fuckin point)

Taehyung- he didn’t know he liked roses until…

Wonho 2x: foodplay fic + incubus slut

Kevin Moon: fic involving milk lol all you need to know is milk

Jungkook: somnophilia fic

Mystic realism pussyboy series (i aint telling u who, but its a lot)

Kevin Moon: flogging

SKZ Jisung 3x: you just wanna make him cream sometimes + cowboy + hybrid themes

Huening Kai: plantboy fic

TBZ Sunwoo: hard domming him

Skz Changbin: lol... you'll see...

Bts Jin: hybrid themes

got7 yugyeom: mythical/mystical au

winner mino: royalty???

[arentyouafraidofmydarkness]

Chapter 2: Safe

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 4.5k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

I start banging the purple door that indicates that a witch lives here, or in this case… lived. From the corner of my eye I catch how Jungkook jumps a little at the sudden noise which in turn makes Jimin snicker. The door opens while I’m still banging, showing a smiling Dante, an expression that completely disappears the moment he looks at me. For a giant guy he looks so tiny trying to avoid confrontation, before either of us can say anything, a petite blond guy with the face of an angel and bottomless yellow eyes comes waving a spoon. 

“Persephone Keres don’t go killing my boyfriend please, I could feel you seething all the way to the kitchen.” He places his hands on his hips, the incubus has enough sass for an entire country, and not a small one. “Now don’t be rude and introduce us to your friends.” Shit!. I turn to find three pairs of amused eyes, trying to hold back laughter. 

“Stephan, Dante, this are my bosses. Mr. Kim, Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon.” Stephan pulls each of them into a tight hug, I wanna protest because this is truly not culturally appropriate but I notice the three boys relax into the embrace, returning the gesture. Dante follows Stephan’s example embracing the boys and introducing themselves.

“Thank you for inviting us to your home. We are very honored.” Jimin bows in gratitude “Me and Jungkookie made a reservation for one of your restaurants the moment we found out about this trip. So when Taehyungie was bragging about your partner inviting him to have dinner with both of you, we couldn’t help but beg him to ask if we could tag along.” Well, this was news to me. Stephan waves off his comments, clearly pleased at it. 

“Oh babies!!” He actually squeaks “You are the cutest! There is absolutely nothing to thank for, this is your house. You are always welcome. With that being said, if you still want to go to the restaurant, let me know beforehand so I can treat you to something extra special. You can ask Seph for my number.” The blond pauses and narrows his eyes a little “Actually no, I will have Dante text it to Taehyung and he can pass it along. I don’t trust the witch” I think my eyes are gonna fall from my face at that comment, but the boys just snicker at it. 

“You are such an annoying little brat Stephan” Dante bumps my side playfully, agreeing with me. I missed this two assholes so much. 

“Mr. Stephan” Jungkook starts, making Stephan scoff, he interrupts him before he can continue.

“Oh boy, don’t call me Mister, please. I’m not that old.” This makes Jungkook give him his signature bunny smile and a little giggle.

“Sorry… Stephan, actually what I wanted to ask you is something related to that. Seph-ssi keeps calling me Mister and I don’t know how to stop her, could you…” The other two voicing their agreement behind him has Stephan laughing.

“Oh my! you look like a really cute bunny, how could I say no? Don’t worry boys I will take care of that.” Another groan scaped my throat, my hand finding its way to my face. “Now let’s go to the dinning room, get a bottle of wine open and chit-chat about your celebrity life” 

Before I could follow them to the dinning room, Stephan pulls me into a tight hug. The incubus hugs where always an otherworldly experience. His magic basically consists in making the body feel good and he treats his magic the same way he cooks, with precision. He weaves the exact amount around people to give them what they may need. “Ne said you might need a little more affection than usual, how have you been?” 

“I bet you could answer that question better than me Steph.” He waves me off and proceeds to whisper, really loudly to be honest.

“You should have warned me, how God like are your boys Seph! I will try my best not to drool over them during dinner.” And there he was, being his horny self. “I can’t begin to understand why are you trying to keep them at arms length. From what I heard, they where the ones that sought you out.” 

“First it’s not my fault that you have never seen them, they are literally famous, their faces are everywhere and second, yesterday was the first time we actually crossed more than three words! Why is everyone acting like we have been friend forever and I’m pushing them away. It’s creepy and weird!” 

He gives me an eye roll, I’m pretty sure he saw the back of his head “You know time is just a weird ass human construct. Besides the company sought you out and you asked for a ‘back of house’ job so you wouldn’t have to interact with them. Don’t even try to deny it, I know this because Dante quacked about it.”

“That busybody needs a new hobby.” I humph “Let’s go before they think we are talking about them”

“Oh honey, they definitely know.” 

When we enter the cozy dinning room Dante was already pouring wine for they boys and whatever chatter had been going on stoped the moment we stepped into view, I narrowed my eyes towards my best friend but he just smiles back. Sitting on the free spot between Jimin and Jungkook, I take a sip from my already full wine glass, the rich velvety taste makes me moan, causing everyone to laugh. “I went to the Castello that you like earlier today to gab your favorite amore, can you go back to loving me now?”

“If you brought me an extra bottle to take home, I will think about it.” I give him a little wink. 

That earns me a huff “You brat.” He proceeds to stick his tongue out to me and I reciprocate the gesture. 

“Children, children, please. We have guests.” The petite blond comments as he places a few food plates on the table “Please grab whatever you like, and don’t be shy.”  

Once we are al settled with our plates full, Taehyung is the first to try the food, his reaction nothing less than hilarious, his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud moan that only keeps getting longer as he keeps chewing the food. Stephan is grinning from ear to ear now. “OH MY GOD JIMINNIE, YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!!!” He then proceeds to feed Jimin a taste, which elicits another moan but this time from the pink haired boy. The expression on Taehyung’s falters for a second, a flash of something primal crosses his hazelnut eyes, the magic inside me stirs curiously, but whatever it was, disappears all too quickly and I can’t help but wonder if I imagined it.

“I’m glad you liked it, this are my specialty dishes, all crafted with lots of love… and passion of course.” Stephan winks at no one in particular and it makes me choke. “So tell me all about you, pretty boys. You seem like an interesting bunch.” 

Jimin is the one to answer, Taehyung being to busy inhaling his food and Jungkook looked  pissed at his food, to immersed in it to actually form a coherent sentence. “Well, I like soft things, I think it’s a sensory thing. I love to travel, get to know new cities. My favorite city is Paris.” He stops to think with a soft hmm. “I love cats, I’m allergic but it doesn’t really stop me from smooching my face on them every time I see one…” this makes my friends laugh a little “there is not much to tell to be honest, I’m not that interesting, I spend must of my time working so it’s hard to have hobbies or anything really worth telling.” He finishes with a smile, I could tell both Italians where impressed not really expecting that type of answer.

“Oh, I love photography and fashion!” Taehyung adds with his mouth half full, earnings him a swat on the back of this head from Jimin “Aish! Whats wrong with you?! I just wanted to tell them about my personal interests as well”

"Stop talking when you are eating! It’s disgusting." Jimin counters.

I could see amusement dance on Taehyung’s eyes, and then a slow smirk started to grow "YOUR FACE is disgusting" he chuckles, as if his comeback was the best one out there and not one a kinder-gardener would come up with. 

"Real mature Tae" His response was to stick his tongue out and we all bursted into laughter at the friendly banter. They looked adorable while bickering. Stop! They are your bosses remember? They are most definitely not adorable!.  

"Paris is my favorite city too Jimin! There is just something in the air that exudes romance, you know?" Jimin nods at Dante’s statement and answers in a low tone, as if talking to himself.

"I guess it's the aura of old art, classic poetry and absolute hedonism that has been embedded in every part of the city, that just makes me feel... high, in the most lucid way possible. As if every time I step in it's streets, it sang to me, lulled me into a state of pure ecstasy..." The words sank into my stomach, of course he felt like that. It made a lot of sense and I couldn't believe I hadn't caught on the fact sooner. Jimin was blessed by Aphrodite.

Aphrodite had claimed Paris many centuries ago. Gave it her protection; flooded the city with her magic until it drowned in love, sex, passion, beauty... becoming a beacon to every kind of art, which in turn fueled the Goddess’s magic; creating a symbiotic relationship of pure uninterrupted power between The Deity and The City of Love. 

While many Gods favored Paris, it was Aphrodite's city, always under her care, always pumping with her unlimited magic. The city resonated so deeply within Jimin, because in a way, that same magic flowed trough him. What Jimin felt when he was in the city... well it just meant that he had The Goddess favor and she was calling for him. I wonder if he has answered?.

To be honest, it made perfect sense. Aphrodite has an obsession with pretty things. And with the way Jimin played his duality -being a sexy demon with siren eyes luring thousands to their deaths and then turning into an adorable little mochi, with crescent moon eyes that could solve every problem on the world- I could bet my right arm that it had taken all but 2 seconds for the Goddess to fall for him. His indescribable talent securing the divine favor even further. 

Dante searched for my eyes as if looking for confirmation, but it was news to me too. Making me curious as if the other boys where favored as well. Not that it was extremely rare, but it wasn't common either; the Gods where picky to say the least. 

"Do you visit often?" The word scape my lips without permission, making Jimin turn to me, his glistening almond eyes locking into mime, making my heart skip a beat. His stare holding so much power; the single look causing my magic to tingle as if he was reaching within my soul, where it resided, caressing it.                                       

"Not as much as I'd like." His answer was laced with a little bit of disappointment. 

"Next time you want to spend a few days there, call us! We know some amazing places for you to visit!" Jimin gives a radiant smile and nods at Stephan's words. Then the petite Italian turns to Taehyung to ask. "So fashion huh? You look like you could be a model! I can't picture someone not falling for you the moment they saw you" He gives a wink and Taehyung turns a soft shade of red, pulling his hands to his face in a cute attempt to hide in them. 

"Yeah, I do love modeling. I get a similar feeling to the one I get when I'm on stage." His boxy grin making an appearance "But I also love what fashion represents, the stories you can tell with it." This deeply resonates within me, making me take a huge sip of wine.                        

Jungkook must have finished eating because for the first time he speaks. "I think your style is so cool hyung!" 

"And you precious bunny? Tell us something about you" This makes him furrow his nose, adding effect to the nickname. I need more wine.

"I like boxing." He states simply with a huge grin in his face. This makes everyone laugh, then adding coyly "Is there any more wine?" 

I stand hurriedly "Yes, that what we need. More wine" I dash into the kitchen and come out with two more bottles ready to fill everyone's glasses. 

 After a few more bottles of wine and a spectacular dessert, we are all relaxed in our tipsy state, talking about music, food… Dante was in the middle of explaining why churning the ice-cream clock wise was better, when a tipsy Taehyung caught my attention, he leaned in to give a peck in Jimin's plump lips, and then another one in his jaw, he continued creating a path of soft placed kisses towards the pink haired boy's neck, where he stayed nibbling a little and then settling in an intimate manner.  Jimin'a arm going over Taehyung's shoulders, holding him with such delicacy, as if he was holding the single most precious thing in the world.

"It's an intoxicating view, isn't it?" The soft whisper brushing my ear, almost making me fall from my chair. Jungkook was so close I could smell his sweet marshmallow essence. He must have seen the shock in my face, and yes there were rumors, about all of them. Different pairing, or ships or whatever they called them. There were even rumors about them with different girls, but I wasn't expecting any of them to be true. "You are not gonna tell, right Seph-ssi?" I could feel the weariness beneath his confident tone, it was easy to tell he was feeling protective over his bandmates.  

"Of course not, this is no one’s business, but theirs." I reassure him.

He lets out a sigh of relief “Good. I knew we could trust you.” 

“You barely know me Jungkook.” 

“Yeah, but something in my belly tells me you are ok, besides I’m not the only one who trusts you. Do you think they would be so comfortable and obvious about their relationship if they didn’t feel safe?” His question stirring something within me. Safe, a word that makes my blood freeze. A feeling I haven’t experience in a long, long time. My magic becoming distressed at the thought of someone feeling in danger; before I could even protest, it decided we were doing everything so they could keep feeling safe. 

A loud clap from one of the Italian’s startled the four of us making us jump, the bitches snickered. “Okay! love birds, precious bunny, wicked witch of the west” I squint my eyes at that “I think it’s time you all head to bed. You all look to drunk for your own good and to my understanding, you all have work tomorrow.” We all responded with a choir of boo’s to Dante’s suggestion and of course his savior Stephan stepped up.

“Aww, the drunk babies are pissed!” He cooed at us. “C’mon, he is right. You all can stay here if you want or I can give you a ride back to the hotel, but you babies need to sleep if you don’t want to be zombies tomorrow.” 

He ends up giving us a ride. 

The bastards were right… my alarm is way to loud, my head is pounding and I could swear we didn’t drink that much last night but it appears I might me wrong on that statement. Fuck. With every single muscle in my body protesting, I manage to stand from my hotel bed to find my grimoire and supplies.  

My tiny travel cauldron is filled with a tweaked healing potion; made out of coffee, vanilla and poppy seeds. My mom used to brew the original version of this potion whenever we caught a cold; so, when university started kicking my ass with all-nighters and hangovers, I changed it a bit. Made it coffee based, added some sugar, and now it was my life-saver potion as well as the perfect morning drink. 

I conjure four disposable coffee cups, to lazy to actually go down and ask for them and pour the potion into them. I can’t have the boys feeling like shit when they have to work, so I might have brewed a little extra to give them some. Just out of pity, nothing else. 

I have to be at the Palazzo Pitti at eleven to help with the arrangements for the boys arrival. I know I’m already late but it doesn’t stop me in making a quick pit stop in Jungkook’s room, praying he is up or that he hears when I knock. A soft grumbling voice answers something completely incoherent but a minute later the door opens to a barely awake Taehyung, his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his t-shirt is all twisted over his slim frame and his eyes are barely open. 

He perks up a little when he spots me “Good morning Taehyung, how are you on this bright morning?”

“Why are you so loud? And how do you look so perky? We just want to find a hole and die in it.” I snickered and thanked the Gods for healing potions. 

“Sorry, I brought coffee for the three of you. Drink it, you will feel better.” He scrunches his nose  at that.

“I don’t like coffee” His whine is so cute. 

“It tastes like vanilla and it’s sweet. Don’t be stubborn, I swear it will make you feel better.” He grumbles but promises he will drink it. “Okay, I have to run, see you later.”

Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. 

Today we were shooting the first part of the concept photos for the boys next project. The past few months we have been working on creating a dark fantasy world that goes with their next albums storyline. It has been a blast, because it has allowed the whole art department to exploit concepts, looks and ideas that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. Today and tomorrow the boys where gonna play the part of mysterious princes. The outfits we picked for this specific part of the concept were… well… regal. Lots of black and gold, embroidery, decorative buttons, heavy fabrics, jewels… oh the jewels! Crowns and chains and rings and tons of pretty sparkling stones. To say that all the art department was living their best dream was the biggest understatement. 

But right now, everything was not regal! 

It was chaotic. AS FUCK.

One of the new assistants, that carried herself with an air of superiority, had forgotten the suitcase with part of Hoseok’s outfits, Jimin’s jacket buttons kept falling and the same assistant  that forgot the suitcase couldn’t stop chitchatting with everyone that came by and fawning over the boys, instead of actually helping or doing her actual job. I was gonna loose it if she came once more and asked ‘is this how you sew a button?’ So when I felt a tap on my shoulder, my body tensed and my magic responded by coating my skin with a light electrical current. 

The soft ‘oww’ came from a very familiar voice, one that was most definitely not the annoying assistant. I turned to find a furrowed bunny nose looking at his finger like it had betrayed him. I wanted to slap me in the face. 

“Sorry Jungkook, I must have been building static electricity by walking barefoot in the carpet” I lie “Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“It’s ok, just took me by surprise” His grin is form ear to ear now “Actually yes, I wanted to know if I could take the tag out of the shirt, it’s so itchy. I asked Na-Ri-ssi if she could do it, and she said she had to ask you. Anyways, I told her I could come and ask you myself, she tried to convince me that it was her job to deal with it, but… I’m very persuasive.” He grins triumphantly making me roll my eyes and laugh. 

“Yes, we can remove the tag. Let me go grab some scissors.” I return and have him sit down so I can maneuver to actually cut the tag without damaging the shirt or hurting Jungkook “You do know that if you are uncomfortable in any of your outfits, or if they are bothering you, we can fix it right? That’s literally our job.” 

“Really?” He genuinely sound surprised at the statement “Thank you! The last head stylist tended to be a bit… stuck up. Used to say discomfort is part of fashion” UGH! Freaking fashion divas.  

“Yeah… well, that’s not how we are working from now on. If something bothers you, come tell me or tell one of your stylists, we will do everything in our power to fix it. I will hold a meeting tomorrow with the whole team to clear it out, but if you can let the others know, I would appreciate it.” The last thread snaps under the scissors. “There you go. Go finish the shoot. If you need anything else, send someone to find me.” 

He stands ups to go back to set but he stops and turns “By the way, thank you for the morning coffee, did wonders for our hangover. Seriously, I thought we weren’t gonna be able to survive today but we feel perfect. Like magic.” I smile back at him and then shoo him with my hands.

“You are welcome, now shoo.” He grins again and skips his way to finish the shoot. This boy. 

“OH MY GOD!! Did you actually talk with Jeon Jungkook?!” I was gonna kill this girl. Maybe if I turn her into a plant… 

“Yes, that’s my job. You should go and do yours.” I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t care. I hate inefficiency, and this girl was what appeared on the dictionary when you looked up the word. 

“Yeah, but, like, you talked, talked. Like, I heard you calling him by his name.” Her nasally voice was piercing my skull. “Like, are you friends? Or something?”

“Nope, he is my boss. Na-Ri-ssi” Na-Ri, was my right hand. An excellent stylist and kind hearted girl. She appeared with her lovely round face and big eyes, that only turned bigger when she saw who was pestering me. “Could you be a dear, and find something for…” 

“Eun Young” The assistant said proudly.

“Yes, Eun Young to do? Please?” I pleaded with my eyes. Na-Ri saw my desperation, swallowing a laugh, she nodded.

“Of course boss” She winked at me. “Come girl. Let’s go be useful, for a change.”

I let out a loud sigh. This job was gonna age me prematurely. 

After what was a long day we stored everything and readied the things for tomorrow. Everyone was on a light mood and wanted to go get drinks, but I was so tired specially, after yesterdays dinner that I just wanted to head to the hotel, grab a cold shower, and sleep. I thanked my team, said my good-byes and headed outside. 

The cigarette on my lips tastes like heaven after the day we had at set. The chilly night was just perfect. Tonight the stars that painted the sky were whispering loudly, their voices carrying prophecies to some and poems to others. The waning moon romancing lovers, weaving tapestries of dreams in the endless night. The soft wind carrying fortune and a promise of new beginnings. I truly lived for this moments when the universe gifted us brief immortality.  

My body was begging for a rest by the time I arrived to the hotel, so with a swift beeline  I jumped into the human sized tuna can, the uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of my stomach, just like every other time body was surrounded by metal. When the elevator doors where about to close a hand stopped them prompting them to open again only to reveal a black haired boy, with a soft nose and pouty lips. Min Yoongi was dresses covered in what looked like layers upon layer of clothing, topped with a black heavy waistcoat and a chunky scarf covering half his face, it would be so easy to not recognize him beneath all that fabric but his eyes where visible and the fire burning in them was a tell tale of who he was.  

“Mr. Min” I bow in greeting, responds in a similar manner and proceeds to push the button to his floor. 

I thank the Gods the silence during the ride is not filled with awkwardness, Yoongi’s aura was strong, I could feel the power emanating from his soul but somehow it wasn’t imposing or unsettling. His presence somehow soothing the discomfort that was stirring my magic, caused by the metal walls.  

A screech of metal and a light tremble was all it took for my heart to skip a few beats. The fucking contraption STOPED. 

With us inside.

No, no, no, NO!.

I could feel my magic agitating again, a ball of fear forming in my throat, my breath starting to become quicker and shorter. My foggy brain managed to recognize a soft voice uttering an impressive repertoire of curses. 

Logically a quick spell would have solved this situation but my growing panic was leaving no room for reasoning. 

And suddenly I’m not at the elevator anymore. I’m back at the place where all my nightmares started, where everything crumbled. 

The unnatural cold seeping trough the metal cage, my body unable to hold to an ounce of heat.  The continuous aching caused by days of incessant torture. The blood tickling from my writs that were held by the wide metal shackles, anchored to the wall by chunky chains; glowing with several enchantments to keep my magic at bay. My throat raw even though it hadn’t uttered a single scream in days -not even when the pain had become unbearable- thanks to the shackle adorning my neck laced with a charm to prevent any kind of sound. 

A warm hand against my back pulls me back from the memory, a soft voice murmuring over and over"You are okay.” Everything is spinning a little, the voice turning his delicate prayer into a “You are safe.” With the air the anxiety lets inside my lungs, I manage to whisper back "I'm never safe." And then the world starts to become narrow, a worried pair of eyes filled with contained infernos is the last I see, before everything turns completely dark.

[bonvoyagenoona]

Rough Night | KSJ, MYG, JJK

Pairings: Vampire!Jin x Reader, Werewolf!Yoongi x Reader, Incubus!Jungkook x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Word Count: 7000 exactly whoa

Synopsis: Three best friends catch up at a diner and share stories about their precarious evenings. 

Genre: Fantasy-ish? Kind of a tilted What We Do in the Shadows-type take (or as close to it as I could get) on vampires, werewolves, and incubi, with some sex and some feels

Themes: A slightly comedic, slightly angsty, slightly fantastical, slice-of-life take on strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, and enemies to lovers, with fluff, smut, love, and friendship, the most important themes of all lol

Content Warnings: Biting, fingering, breast play, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, marking (vampire!), a bit of a blood kink (vampire!), slightly graphic descriptions of bodily transformations (werewolf and incubus!), some people get a little nervous or crazy when they see them in their true forms or when they’re working their magic, but hopefully it doesn’t feel too, too intense 

Author’s Note: Written for @minyfic​​ for the @ficscafe​​ fic exchange event! Hi, Yus! This is my first time writing this kind of fic and doing this kind of fic exchange event, so I tried to throw in a little bit of everything that you like 😬 Hope you enjoy!

Pale fingers, slender save for the pleasant, bulging knuckles, reach down into the sugar bowl with curiosity. All that’s left are pink fake sweetener packets. A waitress, in a nearly-matching pink uniform, arrives just as tomato red lips turn down into a frown.

“Think ‘ya got a little left there.” The waitress’s southern American drawl floats like a cloud. 

Those ketchup red lips shift gears from neutral to twinkle. “Mm. Thanks.” Their owner takes his pale fingers and reaches for the napkin bundling his silverware, pointlessly unfurling the parcel and using the napkin to needlessly dab at his mouth. 

The action saves more time than it wastes. He’s learned that it staves off the weird stares that people give when he doesn’t respond to the common comment of something appearing off about him. 

He’s long grown tired of weird stares.

As a result of his willingness to play along, the waitress doesn’t even notice that his lips fail to change in any way. Nor has she noticed that he’s barely touched his tomato soup, or his coffee.

“Sugar?” she asks, having noticed his searching fingers on her walk to the table.

He nods, glad that she’s at least perceptive to a certain extent. “Yes, please.”

She smiles warmly. That’s something he has wondered about often. How a smile can feel warm.

“Can I interest you in some garlic toast, too?”

She presents the simple slices buttered with the loathsome vegetable. The chipped, eggshell-colored plate does nothing to help entice or distract from the stench.

“Another customer ordered it with their soup but decided they didn’t want it after all,” she explains.

Those tomato red lips curl in disgust. “No, thank you.”

The waitress grins. “So polite.” She giggles. She flounces. She’s… flirting? “Given how often you come in, figured we’d’ve moved past the niceties.”

Her hips sway as she walks back toward the other end of the diner, where only two other patrons are sitting, separately.

But their rhythm is missed. Coal black eyes are already settling at the entrance minutes before a new patron enters, the bell needlessly announcing his arrival. Clothes torn. Hair shaggy and unkempt. Eyes wild. Still dazed, and still gold. They scan the room quickly, and then they hurriedly bring this battered body forward and into the seat across those tomato red lips.

“You alright?” the lips ask.

Golden irises rusting, the new guest responds, “Yeah.” He smirks. Unfair that his fangs can retreat, even if they’re doing so slowly. “But… y’know how it goes.” He looks around. “Where is he?”

“Dunno. Been waiting for a while.” A pointed look. “For both of you.” 

Annoyed eyes meet apologetic ones.

A growl pushes out, “You know how I lose track of time when it happens. We’re not all constantly counting the minutes of our immortality. Unlike you.”

“Clearly a curse when you have tardy friends like mine.”

The waitress returns with a handful of white sugar packets. She barely notices the guest with a threadbare sleeve, especially when continually drawn to the immaculate if not weary statue holding those tomato red lips in a pleasant bend.

“Anything else, hun?” she coos at him.

“That’s all, thank you.”

The guest furrows his brow as he watches the waitress giggle and turn on her heel, his scowl tracing the back of her head. He swivels back around. His friend’s pale fingers are nonchalantly stirring the soup he’ll never eat.

“Could you tone the charm down a bit?” he barks. “I was going to order a steak!”

“I know. Rare. It’s being prepared.”

Hairier than usual arms slide over each other. Why is unclear. If there’s anywhere he doesn’t have to worry about hiding, it’d be under this gaze. 

“If you really ordered it rare, there wouldn’t need to be any preparation,” he mumbles.

Another new patron. But not the final guest. A woman. Then, two women. They claim two stools at the bar. One of them has a flip phone? Or maybe a compact.

“Maybe we should just call him.” The words come out smoother, like the usual voice it’s cloaked in.

The former, older, and wiser, says, “Fat chance he’d pick up.”

Thankfully, neither have to wait too long. It’s kind of the worst when he shows up last. He never looks weary or worn. 

“Hey fuckers,” he chirps sing-songedly, throwing his leather jacket-clad arms into the air in triumph.

His enviable visage is complete with that signature, cocky smirk. When it strides past the two girls at the bar, it leaves amused titters in its wake. When it arrives at the booth, it elicits grumbles. 

“You look like hell,” he can’t help but say, his eyes flashing like fire engine sirens for just a moment.

“Took you long enough,” says the second to arrive, though the first is still just as annoyed with both of their tardiness.

“Barely noticed that you summoned us.” The newest guest flashes his eyes, now clean and pure, at the oldest. When he sees the disapproving look that is waiting for him, the newest guest looks down to the table and sits on the opposite side.

“Jungkook.” The oldest looks to the other guest. “Yoongi.” He sighs, as if saying both of their names to their faces has rid him of just a little bit of palpable stress. “If there’s any sign that we need to be more careful, then it’s tonight.”

Jungkook furrows his brow in confusion, but when he takes a closer look at Yoongi’s torn clothes, he starts to understand. He looks over to the solitary figure across the table, pushing his tomato soup around for no reason other than he’s annoyed and needs something to do with his hands. “Something happened?”

“It did to me,” Jin replies. “And I suspect it did to you, too?”

His gaze is aimed at Yoongi, who just nods.

“Is that why your call was so weak, Jin-hyung?” Jungkook asks him, his braggadociousness finally being tempered at the thought of a threat.

“Maybe.” Jin sighs and looks out the window. “Maybe it’s also a sign of the inevitable fall.”

Jungkook exchanges glances with Yoongi, who rolls his eyes. 

When the two of them turn back to Jin, his hand is on the window pane, fingers tracing the rain droplets that are starting to fatten and quicken outside.

“Always with the brooding,” Jungkook sneers, as footsteps draw near.

The waitress returns with a rare steak and, though Yoongi’s arms are stretched out, she places the dish in front of Jin without question or clarification. She beams at him. “I know you said rare, but I had our cook put a nice, crispy sear on the---”

“You may go,” says Jin, with a bored lilt and a curt nod.

The waitress, in that familiar stupor, falls happily silent. She turns on her heel and, still enchanted, disappears into the kitchen.

“She’s particularly sensitive to you,” Jungkook notices, as Jin places the steak in front of a ravenous Yoongi.

Amidst Yoongi’s scarfing, Jin replies, “Wish that had been the case with the other one.”

“Hottie from the club?” Jungkook smirks. “That tiny thing? But she was so into you?”

Jin sighs and lifts the left side of his black, wool coat to show that he’s bleeding through his billowy, ruffled white linen shirt. Leftover fragments of a wooden stake tentpole the fabric around the wound.

Scraps of meat fall out of Yoongi’s mouth. “Hyung! Are you---”

“I’m fine,” Jin sighs, “though my heart would appear to be otherwise.”

“That looks gnarly,” Jungkook sighs in awe. “Never seen you get hit that bad before?”

“Yeah, I’m regenerating quite slowly.” He huffs. “Anyway, I’m afraid the emotional wound hurts much worse,” Jin laments, letting his coat settle as he lets go of the hem. 

“Well, what happened?” Jungkook asks sweetly, as Yoongi gnaws on his meal.

Jin smiles happily, holding a deep burgundy dahlia in his hands. He flew here in a flash to get to you, but nowadays, nothing makes him feel like he’s soaring more than the excited tip-toed stance he takes when he’s waiting outside your door.

He knocks one more time and runs a hand through his hair. Why so quiet? And what’s taking so long?

“Door’s open!” you call back. “Come in!”

Jin smirks to himself as he steps through the doorway, pushing the door open and hearing the pleasing creaks of your floorboard announcing his arrival.

You twirl out of your bathroom, freshly showered, a large, lavender towel around you, its smaller version being ruffled through your hair as you meet him in the living room.

“Hi,” you say, every bit as enchanting as Jin remembers.

“Good evening,” Jin says softly. 

Tickled by his formality, you toss the smaller towel onto your couch and reach out for him, planting a kiss on his lips that tastes like soap and sugar. He can’t help but giggle at the feeling you give him. He knows best how rare excitement truly is in life.

“I brought this---”

You let the unaccepted dahlia fall to the floor, hands wrapping around Jin’s chiseled torso, peaks and valleys able to be felt even through that dark wool coat. 

“You got here so fast,” you observe.

“Glad I got your text,” Jin answers. Not technically a lie. He felt you call for him before you actually did. 

“Want you,” you purr, just like you did as you were exiting the club in Jin’s hold. “Was thinking of last week. Was wondering if you wanted a sequel.”

Jin groans as you untie the towel from around your chest, and toss it onto your couch, too.

“Yes, my dear,” he croons, pulling you into his embrace and enveloping you in another deep, immersive kiss that makes the room spin.

Sweat chases the water droplets dripping down your body, and mewls chase the moans Jin whispers against your skin. 

“Ready for you,” you tell him. “Needy.”

You pull him into your bedroom and lie down in the center of your bed, spreading your legs as Jin tosses off his coat and clothes. He stands at the foot of the bed, marble skin over marbled muscle, tongue and lips red as they move against each other.

“Delicious,” Jin rumbles, eyeing your pink pussy, already fully blossomed for him.

This is exactly what you wanted, Jin sinking to his knees and placing his mouth on you, lips working like fingers, sucking gently to warm you up.

“Mmm,” you sigh, as your hand reaches for his hair. You take a fistful of it. You grab it, letting it spill between your fingers. 

“How’s it feel?” Jin asks, though you’re unsure how his voice is so clear, given that his mouth has stayed incredibly busy.

“Exquisite,” you say, breathless. You’re a little surprised at yourself. That kind of chatter doesn’t really seep out of you in these kinds of moments. But it’s true. The way Jin makes you feel. Like your skin is silk. Like your veins are lightning strikes. Like your brain isn’t yours anymore.

His fingers are inside of you before you can open your mouth to ask. You gladly keep your teeth on your lips, then, as Jin starts to work at your entrance, continuing to flood your pussy with more arousal with every single lick and suck.

You start to hear his throaty gulps as he feasts, and your hips move in response, hypnotized by the way he seems to know what you want without asking, or even without you realizing.

“Can I bite?” Jin asks. “Have a different sort of… taste?”

“Fuck, yes,” you groan, clamping down on your hold of his hair with glee.

A sharp pinch. Like teeth poking and prodding. That’s all you feel. Those tiny nibbles. Jin forces himself not to make much more, and not to take much more than might dribble out of the microscopic slice. But he just had to ask. The sight of your swollen pussy, so red and full that it looked like it could explode. If there was any chance he could taste you, really taste you, there, he’d be a fool to pass it up.

You’re lucky he didn’t. The orgasm that washes over you is unlike any other, save for the one Jin gave you the night that you met. Intense and filling, not just in the body parts that are being touched and worked and stuffed, but also the other spaces of you. You felt him in your chest, throbbing with such intensity. You felt him in your mind, and it felt like both of you were reeling. You felt him in your very soul, as if this were something destined to happen. 

You grunt and sigh, feeling his tongue cool that spot, and cool your body back down after you’ve come.

“Didn’t know I’d be so into that,” you admit, trying to catch your breath as you release that tuft of hair.

He hums happily. “I know so much of you already,” he observes. “And I know what comes next.”

“Oh, you do?” you ask teasingly, nearly coming again when he rises, leans over you, and brushes the tip of his stone-like cock against your tender flesh.

“Yeah, I do,” Jin tells you with certainty.

He can so easily see a world where this is all you do, every day, spending time together, passing time together, wrapped up in each other, brought even closer together on the nights that he needs to feed. And with you appearing to be giving, like just now, he knows he’ll always be fed. He’s wanted it for so long. Wanted you for so long. He knows that it’s only a matter of time before he’ll turn you. But first, he must ensure that you are his.

He falls to your breasts, kissing your heaving and sweating mounds gently before finding your left nipple, curling his tongue around it and feeling every single ridge and valley, flicking up and down, and then flattening against you, letting his syrupy saliva coat you before slurping it all up again. 

When you shiver and moan, he asks.

“Can I mark you?” he breathes.

“Mark me up,” you grunt. “Whatever you want, do it.”

He grins. Lies between your breasts, nestled firmly against your breastbone. He nibbles again. Licks the spot. And marks you with his scent. A plume of vetiver and sandalwood. Smoky. Earthy. What you come from. What you return to. How you disappear.

“Fuck, yes,” you whine, as Jin enters you, more than happy at the invitation to do whatever he wants with you.

The first stroke overwhelms and sends you into a dizzying spin. The second stroke feels barely there by comparison. But then as he pumps in and out of you, slow and sweet, you gain more clarity. 

By the time he’s hammering into you, holding your limbs in place to keep you from completely falling apart, his strong, heavy body on top of yours to let you know that he’s got you, that he will always have you, you feel something entirely new.

He chuckles when he feels your pussy twitch around him. 

“Ready, my sweet?” he asks, without really needing to.

Your words are a mess, tripping over themselves and tangling into unintelligible sounds. But Jin understands. He grinds down into you, moving harder, and faster, even harder, and faster, until your body transforms into waves of pleasure, rolling across your sheets like the softest sea foam.

You struggle to catch your breath again, but your eyes pop open, finding Jin gazing down at you.

“That was perfect,” you sigh, beaming. “Exactly what I wanted.”

“I will always aim to please you,” Jin tells you dutifully. He caringly strokes your hair. “Now, what of your flower?”

“I think it’s been pummeled to bits,” you chuckle, rising up and kissing him. 

“No, I mean, the dahlia,” Jin clarifies. “The flower I brought you. Shall I put it in water?” He furrows his brow. “Doesn’t it need that, or, something? And your towels. Shall I hang them for you, to dry?”

You grimace. “No, I can do that.” You look past him, at the ceiling behind his head. “And, uh, I’m not really into flowers like that, actually…” 

When you turn to meet his gaze, your heart sinks at the fond look he’s showering you with. 

You wonder why guys are always like this. Reams of stories from your friends of guys who just up and leave, and you actually feel jealous. And they feel the same when you talk about how guys always want to spend forever with you. You get the funny feeling that Jin is particularly adamant about finding someone to spend forever with. 

“So… anyway… uh, that was fun,” you say, rolling out of his grip, “but I’m sure you have the rest of your evening to get to, so---”

Jin can even smell the tone of your voice. He’s had this conversation so many times with so many people that even though the words change, its scent is unchanging, and unmistakable. 

Funny how scents were such a joyful thing just a second ago.

He’ll never understand this. He’s always been able to move from human to human. But he’ll never understand how humans can just move from heart to heart. More than that, he’ll never understand how humans can skip the heart altogether. A muscle so full of what gives life its meaning, and yet, yours seems to be empty.

“But I marked you,” Jin replies.

“Huh?” you ask, furrowing your brow.

“I marked you,” Jin repeats, folding his arms. “Just now. I marked you. You said that I could.”

“Right, the biting,” you sigh, lips curling into a thrilled smile despite the misunderstanding. “Trust me, that was great.” You run your hands up and down his arms and notice how cold he is. “But, uh,” you say, your hands slowing. Wasn’t his body on fire just a second ago? How can he feel this cold? “Well, even with as much fun as we’ve been having,” you go on, releasing Jin from your hold, “I really think I wanna give it a go with someone I’ve met… He’s just…” You can’t hide the smile that forms. “I dunno. Different.”

“I’m different,” Jin says, taking a step toward you.

You chuckle. “Yes, you are. You’re…” You try to search for a term that won’t sting. “Quirky.”

Jin’s eyebrows slide over each other, as your legs slide across the mattress and back out to the living room.

He follows you, starting to get riled up. “No. I mean… I’m… different.”

“All guys think they are,” you scoff, starting to get annoyed. “C’mon. We had a great time---”

“You said you felt exquisite,” Jin says. He softens just a little. “You are.”

“Thanks,” you say stiffly, attempting to wrap your smaller towel around your body by mistake. You reach for the bigger one and start to clothe yourself, curious as to why Jin is standing so defiantly in your living room. “But, y’know how it is. This is… I mean, to say, you and I can just be…”

Could it be that Jin is so good at fucking that you’re starting to see things? Like fangs at his lips? And pupils so blown out that his eyes have gone completely dark?

“You’re mine, now,” he bellows.

You frown. “Excuse me?”

“Mine.” He cocks his head. “Isn’t that what you---”

“I’m nobody’s,” you spit, leaning down and picking up the dahlia. You try to ignore how, or why, this is slowly feeling like a rebellion, when this is your apartment, your life, to begin with. “Yeah, OK, you’ve proven your point. You’re different. Weirder. Creepier. Who would want to keep seeing you? I certainly don’t.”

You crush the dahlia into his broad, oddly dry chest, given your recent activities.

“So, now,” you pronounce, “you can see yourself the fuck out out of my home.”

“But the wound?” Jungkook asks.

“I tripped and fell when I got outside. Landed on some jagged two by fours by a construction site.” Jin shakes his head at his literal as much as his figurative clumsiness. “To add insult to injury.”

“What of the girl since?” Yoongi asks.

“She’s sent me more desperate texts as the night goes on,” Jin sighs. “My mark and bite have clearly affected her. And I hear her thoughts. Calling for me. Apologizing.” He could see how your fiery energy could make things interesting. That push-pull fueling a romance that would bring him all kinds of fun throughout the ages. “But that rejection,” Jin resolves. “Those words. I just… I don’t think I can come back from that.”

“Damn,” Jungkook sighs, as Yoongi licks his fingers clean.

As Yoongi reaches down for the blood-stained plate, Jungkook places a hand in front of his face to stop him, forcing the plate back down onto the table.

Yoongi glares at him. “Lucky I don’t eat your hand.”

“I’ll just form another,” Jungkook points out.

Yoongi snarls. “Then give it here.”

He snaps his jaws at Jungkook, who just pulls away with nonchalance. 

“You can’t fall for every vixen you see,” Jungkook goes on, watching as his eldest hyung’s bottom lip trembles at his heartbreak. “Pick something easy.” Jungkook’s eyes fall on the two women at the stools, who keep looking over. “You need to feed soon,” Jungkook points out. “That wound. The frailty of your call.”

“Frailty,” Yoongi mumbles sardonically, exchanging glances with Jin.

“Yes, frailty,” Jungkook says pointedly, though both Yoongi and Jin snicker.

“You’re right, clever maknae,” Jin sighs, fond eyes pouring over him. “I guess I’m being---”

“Dramatic,” Jungkook replies.

“Annoying,” Yoongi says.

“Sensitive,” Jin replies flatly, looking at them both, with a glance that warns that he won’t be too thrilled if everybody is going to keep speaking this freely.

Jungkook and Yoongi lower their eyes. Three whimpers fall from Yoongi’s lips.

Jungkook turns to his other hyung and notices the hanging threads of his clothes. He noses Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi sighs, seemingly put off at the contact, but leaning into Jungkook’s touch.

“And what happened here?” he asks.

“Well, I guess I can’t really fault Jin-hyung for being dramatic or annoying or sensitive,” Yoongi admits.

He looks around the table.

“I had a bit of a rough night, too.”

Yoongi thinks he knows what he’s risking by doing this. It’s daunting. It’s potentially a mistake. But seeing the glimpse of you in that tank top and those shorts as you opened the door while throwing your long, see-through, floral kimono, hair tossing from one side to the other, smile brightening at the sight of him. 

He knows it’ll be worth it, either way.

“Yoongi,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around him and stroking his back. “Glad you’re here. Let’s have some fun.”

He chuckles quietly, feeling along the outline of the back of your tank top with his hand.

“Fun, huh?”

You giggle, and after closing and locking the door behind him, you lead him not into your living room, but your bedroom, still awash in the late afternoon glow.

“I thought we were watching a movie before getting dinner?” he asks, holding up the chips and sodas that he always brings.

“We are,” you say, gesturing to the bowls of candy and popcorn that you’ve already prepared. “But I thought lying in bed might be more comfortable, since you’re always so uncomfortable on my couch.”

Yoongi holds his breath. The reason he’s uncomfortable on your couch will only be made worse by moving to your bed. Longtime friends shouldn’t feel this kind of discomfort with each other. And that’s what ultimately convinced Yoongi to risk it all.

He’s feeling like he’s made the right choice as you settle into bed and pat the space next to you.

“So, what’s on deck for tonight?” you ask, cuddling into him.

He’d forgotten it was his turn to pick.

He smirks and reaches for your remote, clicking on the music documentary that he’s already seen and knows that, despite your initial protests, you’ll end up loving it. 

How he hopes you’ll end up loving something unexpected.

Before the first scoff drips out of your mouth, he tells you, “Now, now, I heard this was really good, and I have a feeling you’ll actually like it.”

You smile at him and hold him tighter. “Willing to give it a try.” You frown. “It better not be too much, though.”

“Too much?” Yoongi asks thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” you say lazily, “y’know, people feeling way too earnest about their contrived work, or people paying lip service for terrible stuff.” You shrug. “But you’re the expert.”

Yoongi nods. “Sure.”

The title screen starts, and you reach for some candy.

Yoongi watches you, unable to help himself.

“Am I too much?” he asks.

You furrow your brow. “What?”

“Am I too much to deal with?” Yoongi asks.

You face each other, mirroring your stances.

“What do you mean?” you ask. 

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You were about to complain before you even saw the movie. Is it like that with me?”

When you stay silent, trying to hear him, he goes on. “There are sides of me that are… raw. Real. A little angry. A little unpolished. And I know I can let those out from time to time.” He sighs. “So if you’re not into people who can be too much---”

You laugh. “No, Yoongi.” You place a kiss on his cheek, making his heart do a flip. “I love being with you. I love how well we know each other. You’re never too much.” And then you smile. “You’re human.”

Yoongi nods. “Right.”

He smiles at your grin, and he feels his body lurching forward, still unable to help himself.

The kiss you share is sweeter than the candy you’ve just downed, sweeter than the soda he’s just swallowed, sweeter than anything you can remember from not just the last five minutes, but the last lifetime.

You pull away, surprised, but still wanting.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows in question.

A smile unfolds on your lips.

“How have we not done that yet?” you ask, brightening.

Yoongi blushes, eliciting a fond and warm laugh.

“I’ve wanted to,” he admits. “For a while now.” 

You take his cheeks in your hands and place another kiss, slower, less scared, on his lips. You melt into each other. “Like honey,” you whisper.

He rolls on top of you and buries more kisses in your lips. He was so confident, and yet, he’s still so excited that he was right. He knows you. He knows you love him like he loves you. He knows you will love the rest of him, too.

“Mmm, Yoongi, you’re---” It’s your turn to blush. “You’re kind of… turning me on.”

Yoongi hums. “Should I go, or… can I stay and do something about it?”

Your eyes search down his body. You haven’t seen him from this angle before. Strong arms, deceivingly willowy. Narrow torso, but all muscle. A slight flare at the hips, which curves enticingly into his round ass. An ass you used to slap playfully. An ass you hope will pack a punch as he slams into you.

“Please stay,” you whisper, bumping your nose against his.

He falls back into you, helping you out of your clothes, and wriggling out of his. 

His hand falls to your flesh, fingers surprised at how wet you already are just from your shared kiss. He plunges into you, and you start to move in concert, following where his fingers take you.

You reach down for him, too. Hands moistened by a mix of your spit and a quick dip into your own arousal, you clench your hands around his shaft, sliding up and down, and engulfing that turgid, pink tip in your grasp. 

Yoongi moans into your mouth when you squeeze him there, running your thumb over his leaking slit and carrying its juices down your shaft again, all the way down to his balls, fondling and squeezing just right.

Your hips start to grind, bodies moving against each other now, friction somehow building though you’re both wet messes. His neck cranes left as he scoops down to kiss your collarbone, gnawing there a little and making you keen. His free hand grabs your breast and caresses you, thumb flicking over your taut nipple. And as you keep one hand around his perfect cock, so long and strong as it glides in and out of your drenched fingers, your other hand wraps around his waist to find his ass.

A handful isn’t nearly enough. You want all of it, firm, supple, gorgeous, in your hold.

“Fuck me, Yoongi,” you sigh, releasing his cock and grabbing his ass cheeks, separating them a little as you pull them toward you.

He looks down at you in surprise.

“I want it,” you tell him. “I want all of you. Everything that I didn’t know was there.”

He grunts and lines himself up with your entrance, giddy with anticipation. And when he slides in the moan that you let out starts at that entrance, traveling all the way up your skin, your spine, your throat, and back out again, into Yoongi’s delectable, slurping, slobbering kiss.

Three quick pumps, and Yoongi’s fully inside of you, stretching you out, transforming your body from the pleasant innocence you were expecting into this fiery brilliance that you didn’t know you would be experiencing.

“Good,” you keen. “So, so good.”

Yoongi growls and moves faster, causing you to grab his ass even harder, pulling him up and into you, and helping you have something to hold onto as you slam down to meet him at the hilt.

“Ohhh,” Yoongi moans, on one particularly good stroke, making you both shiver and know that it’s nearly time.

You lock eyes, and with a couple of effortful strokes, you both come, his body wrapping around yours as you fight against his, clawing at each other, both of you falling and slipping into this wonderful new world.

Yoongi’s eyes are so bleary when he wakes up.

“Fuck.”

How long have you been sleeping? He scrambles for his phone. Where is his phone? Where are his pants? Where are his clothes?

“Fuck!”

You don’t rise. Yoongi knows how heavy of a sleeper you are. You’re the reason they’ve adapted fire alarms to be so ridiculously skin-crawling.

He finds his clothes tossed aside, on the floor. He digs out his phone. 

It’s nearly time.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispers, voice rushed, eyes pleading. “Wake up. Wake---”

He forgets that his voice always changes first.

“---Up.”

At the sudden morph, octaves even lower, you finally open your eyes. You look over to see that Yoongi has torn away from you, sitting at the other end of the mattress, head in his hands.

“This is what I was trying to explain,” he chokes out, body shaking. “It’s--- I’m a---” 

Voice deepens and echoes from depths that surely cannot exist solely within his body. This is coming from someplace else, entirely. Someplace unknown to you. Someplace you hope to stay unknown.

You focus on his face, snout lengthening, fur starting to populate on his once smooth and shiny skin. Weren’t you just holding that face in your hands and praising him for his honey-sweet kiss? What kind of kiss would come from these angry jowls?

“It’s still me,” he says, obviously pained that you have to see him like this. “I’m still Yoongi.”

He knows he’s lost you completely when you see his eyes turn. It’s inevitable. Your kind seems to look to one’s eyes to understand truth at its core. Your kind has yet to accept that that truth can shift and still be honest.

The scream you unveil is both elegant and heartbreaking. You cower in the corner of your bedroom. With as strong as Yoongi sensed you to be, he’s surprised you aren’t fighting back in any way. That you aren’t, say, reaching under your bed for the baseball bat emblazoned with your company’s logo. Or scampering toward your kitchen to grab the chef’s knife that he got for you. Instead, you’re shivering and making yourself so small. Covering yourself with your arms. Rocking back and forth. Muttering something under your breath over and over, like a prayer.

“Please go away. Please go away. Please go away.”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to cower, whining and gnawing on his sore limbs.

When he tries to face you again, hoping for an ounce of understanding, the same kind that you showed him just hours before, he gets fear instead.

Yoongi details how he had planned to explain everything. How, regardless of your reaction, he was going to rush out of there before the moon was fully revealed to the night. How he had chosen the perfect clearing in the forest to find a kill. How he ended up spending the peak of his transformation hiding behind the dumpsters at your apartment complex instead.

“Turns out it wasn’t worth it, after all,” Yoongi comments sadly. “And that it was too much.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he fights the layering emotions threatening to choke him. 

“Yoongles,” Jin says, stately and authoritative, “rid your mind of that insipid female and focus on the next. Surely she will be able to see and handle your truth, honor, valor, conviction, and---”

“And that monster dick,” Jungkook chimes in with a couple of playful thrusts, grinning after he’s won the battle against those pesky emotions. 

As Yoongi and Jin laugh, Jungkook aims to take the stage, but that waitress reappears, nearly silent in her pitiful slithering to the table.

“Can I get y’all anything else, hun?” she simps, heart-eyes beaming at Jin.

Jungkook morphs his face into hers, even catching the few streaks of gray at her widow’s peak, and smiles sickeningly sweetly back at her. “No, hun,” he mimics in perfect, mocking tune, “we’re all good here! Thanks, doll!”

The waitress’s skin starts to match those few streaks of gray, her frenzied eyes mimicking the state of her mind. Still so charmed and pulled to serve Jin. Still so thrown by Yoongi’s bloody plate. But so confused and terrified at the fact that she’s staring at her head on Jungkook’s leather-clad body, and hearing her own voice being played back to her.

“Umm… I…” The waitress whimpers, heart-eyes turning into swirls. “I-I-I…”

“Go,” Jin says, nearly breaking with laughter.

The waitress finds her feet and runs into the kitchen, nervously babbling as she goes.

“Now,” Jungkook says, as Yoongi and Jin snicker along, “if we’re done with your monster dick,” he says, eyeing Yoongi, “and if you’re done with getting that waitress to suck yours,” he adds, eyeing a smirking Jin, “can I finally tell you about mine?”

He launches into his story for the evening, sparing no graphic detail, heart racing and eyes alighting as he explains every single minute movement made by either of you in your ruined bed. With each angled eyebrow, or scandalized smirk, or shifted stance, Jungkook knows how to adjust and adapt his words to get the exact reactions that he wants out of his hyungs. Excitement. A little bit of envy. Mostly pride.

When he finishes with your spent body melding into your soaked sheets, Yoongi scoffs, “Incredible.” 

And then Yoongi looks to Jin. “Maybe we should take the maknae’s approach.” He returns his steady, studying eyes on Jungkook. “He always seems to be happiest out of all of us. Maybe it’s because he’s rid himself of the expectation to stay in any one place for longer than an evening.”

“It’s in his nature,” Jin points out. “They’re just… different.”

There’s always a point in every hangout when Jungkook makes the same decision. The decision to keep the rest unsaid. Tonight, this is it.

With a pained smile, he laughs along and serves up glowing reviews as to why his incubus existence is completely superior to theirs. 

Nevermind that he leaves out the one meaningful way that all three are the same, the very reason pulling them together, to this booth.

You hate that you had to call Jungkook at all. You tell him every day at work that his cocky grin does nothing but perterb you to no end. But you’re kind of lying. It also lights your pussy on fire every time you think of it. When he shows up to your door wearing it, you want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

“I hear that you’re in need of my services,” Jungkook says proudly.

“Ugh, nevermind,” you grumble, moving to slam the door in his face instead.

You always forget how strong he is. He stops you with one quick movement, the door and your weight against it doing nothing to make his forearm, let alone his body, budge from its spot.

He pushes inside your apartment, just like you undeniably hope for him to push inside of you.

“I made a mistake,” you say, a little woozy from the wine you’ve been enjoying by yourself.

“You haven’t,” Jungkook says, “yet.”

You let out an aggravated sigh.

“Fine,” you say. “OK. Look. I was alone, and having some wine, and I started feeling…” The warmth that the alcohol brought to your body. The sweat you felt on your back and neck. How badly you need someone to lick it off of you. 

You huff. 

“I’m pretty sure you get where I’m going. I didn’t want to get on the apps because, ugh.”

“Ugh,” Jungkook agrees.

“So are you in or not?” you ask.

Jungkook smirks. “Baby, I’m always in.”

You hate yourself.

You start unbuttoning your top, doing your best to hide your eyes from Jungkook’s knowing, smirking gaze. 

“You could start by not looking so pleased with yourself,” you snap.

Jungkook just chuckles as his leather jacket falls to the floor. His shirt joins it soon after.

You’re still struggling with your top button.

“You called me.”

Jungkook steps forward. 

“So let me help.”

He takes your hands in his. He takes a deep breath, and then lets it out. You do the same, following his lead. 

And then he rips your blouse open, letting the silk fall away and land on the ground.

He picks you up and wraps your legs around him, letting his face suffocate in the mounds of your ample breasts. You moan as he licks and sucks your flesh there, pulling double-duty as his fingers start to massage you through your jeans, palm supporting your ass as he carries you back to your room.

The wine glass and phone that brought him here are still on the nightstand. They crash to the ground when he throws you back into your bed, the force causing the mattress to bounce and shift.

“Fuck, not so hard,” you whine.

“Pretty sure you’ll be taking that back in a minute,” Jungkook laughs hastily.

“Ugh, I fucking hate you so---” 

His lips interrupt your thoughts. Like they always do. Like you need them to.

And then, all there is to do is focus on your release.

He hovers over you, hands and lips somehow everywhere at once. You aren’t sure how he does it, and you don’t really particularly care to watch at this point. Though it is nice when you sneak a peek here and there.

A peek of his flexing abs as he arches back and begins to slide into you.

A glance at his tense jaw, when he leans over you to put in more effort, hips rocking and bumping into each other as he rams himself inside.

A glimpse of his furrowed brow, as he’s running through all the ways he wants you, and as he’s surprised when you make your own moves.

In contrast, Jungkook’s eyes are always on you.

They’re on you as you roll him over and push him down so that you can ride him, measured and dragging at first, until you pick up the pace 

They’re on you as he rolls you over and takes you from behind, crossing your wrists behind you and holding you up by your forearms.

They’re on you as he kneels at your feet, spreading your legs, tongue searching your folds but never quite finding what they want, happy to go on exploring until you surrender and scream his name.

And now.

Watching you sleep so soundly.

Given his nature, he knows that this is when he should want you most. This is when he should truly enter, disrupting your dreams and taking you there. How many women has he taken like that, left completely wrecked and ravaged and ruined, before disappearing?

The sordid details will definitely be accounted for. You absolutely were whining and keening as he moved against you, thrusting deep into the channel of your tight pussy, hammering you so hard that you felt the crown of his dick hitting the crown of your head. 

But he isn’t sure if he’ll share this.

How something has shifted.

He lies there, gazing at you, irises following the bend of your shoulders. The sphere of your breast. The line of your hip. The curve of your spine. The rounds of your ass, and thighs, and calves. Even the circles of the heels of your feet. All of them, perfect.

He would rather sacrifice himself than disturb you when you’re like this.

And that worries him.

The feeling doesn’t seem to be going away. 

How can someone like him, who has everything, want more?

“Gonna go,” he whispers, surprised that he isn’t going to take what he’s so used to taking from others.

“Bye,” you mumble, nestling further into your pillow. “Mm. Thanks.”

He knows this won’t be the last time. So he just smiles to himself.

And though his heart is suddenly lighter at the sound, he can’t believe he’s out the door before he hears Jin’s voice calling him back into the night.

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[yeoreos]

avid || jjk (m)

pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader

genre: 18+, smut

summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target

warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.

wc: 4k

note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)

jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.

he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.

a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.

of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.

he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?

this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.

he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.

over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.

he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.

so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.

jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.

oh how badly he wanted a taste.

when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.

he grinned.

it was time.

"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"

-

when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.

ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.

so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.

it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.

"hello, handsome."

jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.

throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.

when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.

“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.

the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.

despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.

"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"

the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.

“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.

when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.

everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.

you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?

'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.

the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.

not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.

you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.

the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.

he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.

a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.

as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”

the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.

with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.

“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.

but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.

fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.

"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."

those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.

each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.

despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.

the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.

he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.

the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.

you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.

he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.

“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.

his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.

"please do."

“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.

jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.

moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.

"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.

the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).

"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.

“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.

it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.

you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.

as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.

you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).

with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.

you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.

the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

^When the sudden spike in notifications happened after a BTS FF blog found my story for an anon.

Wow, hello everyone! Thank you for stumbling across this blog. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the writing.

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: April 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | 💜 | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Heart got Teeth @ugh-yoongi [12k] // knj x f.reader // enemies to fwb to lovers // 🥵😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

🗨️ wow okay, love, love, love this one 😭 it’s mainly from Namjoon’s pov, which is amazing, like all he observes about oc… Gosh and their back and forth teasing, witty banter and the dynamic between dominance and losing control— so good, ugh! 🥵 It’s amazing, so if you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨💯

I know I didn’t get to read so much Namjoon this month, so here’s a small list of what I didn’t get to read this month and stories that I’m excited to read— you can also find Namjoon’s old birthday rec list ✨

The Sheriff @ppersonna

Solace @m-yg93

Dino-Mite (ft. Taehyung) @chimcess

Castaways @rmnamjoons

To Tame a Fox @jamaisjoons

I know. I know. I never read enough Seokjin, and I’m really trying here 😭 I’ll share a list of what I’m looking forward to read, or you can check out my Seokjin birthday rec list ✨

Fast Lane @yminie

Cherry Topper @kth1 (@kth1fics)

Stuck with You @taleasnewastime

Off Limits (series) @floralseokjin

Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd

⭐Want a Taste @suga-kookiemonster [18.3k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, shopping mall!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what Yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

🗨️ KDJHGFDKJGAHDFKJHL I don’t know where to start with this one! First, a new favorite of mine 💜 It was so fucking cute, so sugary fluffy, a loved the slow buildup between Yoongi and MC. Like, it was so damn perfect 😭 Their banter, their teasing, their friendship, how MC helps him, and how they are there for each other 💗💯 A masterpiece, perfection, and the writing was also amazing, just as the story and plot!!

⭐Wine [completed series] @junghelioseok // myg x f.reader // coworkers!au, restaurant!ua // 🥰🥵😂

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🗨️ OMG THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! The smut, the writing, the build-up is fucking incredible ✨💯

⭐Warm @ctrlhope [3.6k] // myg x f.reader // omegaverse!au, established relationship // 🥰🥵

📝 the second yoongi steps into your apartment, any hope for a quiet night in instantly vanishes from his mind.

🗨️ omg 🥵 it’s been such a long time since I’ve read anything omegaverse/a/b/o and fuck this was so good 😭 so well written, the words just flowed and omg they’re both omegas and so needy, fuck, I loved it so much 💖🥹💯

My poor Hobi— didn’t get to read any of all those I had planned to read this month 😭 So here’s a list of stories that I am planning to read. You are also welcome to check out this year’s Hobi birthday rec list ✨

Plant Boy @gukyi

Crash Landing @mininky

Best Fucking Friends (ft. Jimin) @back2bluesidex

The Retreat @ugh-yoongi

Safety Zone @btsgotjams27

⭐Under the Spell of a Demon’s Touch @jeonggukingdom [14.8k]  // pjm x f.reader // incubus!au, cheating!au, established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 you had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures.

🗨️ do you want to cry? 😭😭😭 This was devastatingly beautiful and so fucking sad! It was very hard for me to read because of all the cheating (I really don’t read those, because I don’t enjoy them). But this has been on my list since forever and I like the author 🥹 though, I will say that I appreciate it for the plot, so fucking sad and the writing is so wonderfully beautiful ✨ I am sure someone else might find it to their taste, which is why I recommend 💖

It is so freaking sad though, like I cried. A lot. Hauntingly beautiful, though I don’t want them to be together, because they both be hurting each other so much 😭💔

⭐The Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k] // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

🗨️ okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* —THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly don’t know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece 💯💖 I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing 😭 I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all that— really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good 💜

Jimin, my man 😭 I’m really disappointed in myself this month— so here’s a few I’m excited to read, but didn’t get to this month. You can also check out Jimin’s birthday rec list from last year ✨

Secrets by the Shore @chateautae

Into the Wilderness @gukyi

⭐Pour Up @jungkxook [14k] // kth x f.reader + jjk x f.reader // fuckboy!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

🗨️ omg omg omg omg 🥵😭 So much smut, so beautiful and so freaking detailed, WHAT!? This was incredible, okay, if you haven’t read this one yet, please go and give it a read 🥹💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.7k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ this part is just as good as the first part 😭 The sexual tension is so high, and oh my, it is so fucking hot 🥵 It is such an amazing series 💯 It’s a shame that it probably won’t be continued (the author is on hiatus), but the two parts that are up are so good! 💖

⭐Dick on the Go @jeonggukingdom [20.7k]  // kth x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 it was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

🗨️ kinda late to the party— but holy fuck this is insanely good and so funny 🥵😭

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’m still reading this amazing story (there’s five parts out) and it’s so damn interesting— like, there’s a lot of drama and angst and I really love it🔥

⭐Chasing Cars (teaser) [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ only the teaser has been posted (1k words though!) and it is so fucking amazing, like everything Ella writes. The first chapter drops on 10th of May, so please, go read it, add yourself to the taglist, and please let Ella know how excited you are for it! I already know this series is going to be epic ✨💯

⭐Milkin’ Days @wwilloww [3.9k]  // jjk x f.reader // cowboy!au, cowboy stripper!jungkook // 🥵😂😂

📝 when the charming but mysterious cowboy Jungkook approaches you, you are positively smitten, drawn to him like a horse to a fresh bucket of feed. Little did you know, however, what dark secret he kept hidden behind those barn doors.

🗨️ what the fuck did I read??? 🥵 No, no, no— it’s not bad, it’s the darn opposite! I mean, it is so freaking filthy and all the dirty talk and terrible puns about cowboys, farming, gosh, everything, it’s so fucking hilarious!!!!! Seriously, such a funny crack fic, I loved it 😂💜

This month was another tough one for me (mentally) and I also focused a lot more on my writing, which meant that I didn’t get to read as much as I use to 😭 So this list is a bit incomplete, and I’ll put ‘to read’ sections under the members that I didn’t get to read. I hope May will be much better, but some personal shit has already happened to me, and I’m thinking about going on a hiatus, but reading and writing is what keeps me going, so I’ll try to keep going, just a bit slower maybe and give myself more time, and that it’s okay to not go things like I used to 🥹

Thank you for reading— please give these lovely authors a lot of love, read their stories and leave them a comment/reblog to let them know that you liked it and that they matter 🫶

Love you and Borahae 💜

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World Of Lust [Yandere! Incubus! Park Jimin] [Reader-Insert]

Warning: This is NOT for the faint-hearted. This story contains yandere themes, abusive relationships, and a lot of other vulnerable topics that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Proceed at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behavior in reality, nor do I condone any abusive actions that characters portray. Once again, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 

Word Count: 3.5K 

The night was pitch black and eerily haunting. With its haunting, it brought a chill of icy coldness that sent shivers through one’s spine. The only sign of any light during this dark and stormy night was from the viciously flickering lightning. It had the potential  to strike down the tallest of trees, buildings, and other structures or light them on fire. Thunder boomed loudly enough that the prey of the storm felt its rumbling effect in their bones. Rain poured heavily and mercilessly from the heavy dark clouds. On nights like these, underworld demons indulged in terms the humans referred to as partying and fun. Some tended to arrange meet up with their friends and enjoy each other’s company. While others, did more sinful activities and overfed their lust. Generally on night like these, it was all supposed to be fun and games, but something about tonight, felt wrong.

Once upon a time, long ago, you were a wild succubus who enjoyed her freedom, youth, and single life to its full-potential. You use to find a new victim each night to feed off. In your prime days, you oozed with charisma, power, beauty, and an aura that pulled everyone to you. You were desirable and for that reason, the line of men who wished to have you bed them never seemed to end.

As mentioned before, that wild and desirable you was a thing of the past. Now, you were a woman with many titles and roles that came with a lot of responsibilities. You were the fiance of the next Incubus King. This meant you would eventually be the next queen of your kingdom, and the King’s right hand advisor and wife. Additionally, you had come to bear a child, and giving birth to an incubus or a succubus child was no easy task; it was painful and long labour that had a lot of risks.  The after care for the baby as it grew up required a lot of commitment. Needless to say, your future required a lot of a hard work and selflessness. However, you did not mind. You told yourself that this was the best future anyone could ask for, and it was what you wanted. When you were younger, your parents allowed and gave you freedom to do whatever you pleased. But now it was your age to settle down with the man of their choice. You could not be been more fortunate enough to have Park Jimin, the next King as your soon to be spouse. As long as you were fed a lot by your spouse during your nine months, it all generally worked out.

You gazed out of the glass window of your living room and watched the harsh storm occur. The loudness of it resonated in the emptiness and the silence of the mansion walls you lived in. Its was just another grim reminder of the lonely life you lived with Jimin and how he refused to let you go anywhere. He used excuses like how people would target you to get to him to keep you confined. He told you that he felt in peace knowing that you were at home where you would be protected and nothing could harm you so he preferred you to stay home all the time. You felt it was a bit unfair whenever you pondered about it since you were always cooped up in one place, while Jimin was out all the time enjoying himself.

It left a bitter and sour taste in you. But again, you reminded yourself of how fortunate you were to end up engaged to someone like Jimin. You gave yourself a sense of hope that this would not be forever. It would get better, it definitely had to get better.

And just because Jimin forbid you from going out and seeing your friends, did not mean that you could not invite them over.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the mansion you lived in. You heard the familiar voice of your friends Jungkook and Mina calling your name from outside. Right away, you unfolded your wings from your back and raised them. You flapped them before you flew towards the door, and opened it.

There were visible twinkles of excitement shining in your eyes at the sight of your friends because you were finally getting to meet someone again.

They both walked in and Jungkook shut the door behind him. You landed on your feet and ran up to hug them. Well particularly, you threw your entire body weight on Mina and smothered her in affection.

“Wow there, [Name]. I know it's been a while but I didn’t think you’d miss me this much,” Mina said, when you had jumped into her arms, and she wrapped them around your waist and held you up. She returned the ferocity of your hug.  However, it seemed as if she had used too much force because you physically winced. Instantly, she loosened her hold on you and settled you down on the ground gently. Then,  you walked towards Jungkook. You simply gave him a smile and an awkward side hug. The affection you portrayed towards him as a friend, was nowhere near to how you expressed your love for Mina for reasons that were yet to be revealed. While you were being awkward with Jungkook, Mina was watching you calculating eyes.

“You were surprisingly very light to pick up [Name]. I don’t think you’ve ever been that easy to hold before and you look awfully thin,” Mina stated icily, and her eyes narrowed at you in suspicion.  The way your skin was thin enough to stick to your rib cages visibly was evident. The fullness and the brightness that was always expressive on your face, and brought out your beauty was no longer there. Your wings were supposed to be big,  wide and viciously beautiful. But at the moment, you could not even raise them high enough for the average. They were thin enough that veins in them were visible.

You looked starved and unwell.

“You are meant to weigh a lot more [Name] especially since you are pregnant. Is Jimin not feeding you?” Mina asked, and you inwardly winced.

The truth was obvious to everyone like a lit candle visible in a dark cave,  but knowing how Jimin could be, you refused to tell it. Instead, you smiled sweetly at them.

“Jimin has been too tired lately from all the preparations he has to do for his crowning ceremony. So I didn’t want to be a bother,” You said timidly, and cringed. Actually, your lie was not a complete lie.

Jungkook scoffed. “Too tired to look after his mate? That’s a whole load of bullshit. He practically threatened and ripped me apart to steal you away from me, and just to make me jealous, wouldn’t let you rest for a minute. He was busy preparing back then as well but didn’t seem too tired to rip us apart. He fucked you even when you were too tired to continue to shove it all in my face. You can’t tell me he can’t even spare ten minutes to feed you [Name]. That’s bullshit and you know it,” Jungkook hissed angrily. To say he was pissed at how Jimin was treating you was a big understatement.

Mina gave Jungkook a warning stare that said ‘watch your mouth’ before she turned towards you.

“While Jungkook went overboard, and should have made his point much more nicely, he does have a point. You have got to stop defending Jimin when he’s in the wrong and stand up for yourself [Name]. You know how our bodies work. We are stronger than other species and can endure hunger for longer periods of time without feeling bothered. But our starvation hits us all at once [Name], and you know not eating in that state is bad.  But being fed in that state in even riskier especially if paired with the vulnerability that comes with being pregnant,” Mina reminded you. While you were grateful for the concern they expressed for you, it annoyed you how they were treating you as if you were incapable of looking after yourself.

You knew the risks, and the consequences. You were a grown adult and you were more than aware of the choices you were making.

“Thanks guys, I appreciate your worry but I can look after myself. You don’t need to fuss over me like a baby. Besides, I called you over here to hang out so I can not think about Jimin,” You explained with a bit of sass in your voice. It was obvious from the tone of your voice that you wanted to move on from this subject.

“Sorry, yeah sure we should talk about something else,” Mina said, and smiled apologetically. You returned her smile with your own, knowing that she had realized their continuous pestering was making you uncomfortable.

However, Jungkook seemed like he wanted to do anything but move on from this subject because he was scowling. He began to voice his honest thoughts that wiped your smile off your face.

“Sure lets scoop all of this under the rug like we always do. Like what I want, and what you want doesn’t matter at all as long as privileged Prince Jimin is happy. Let’s not bring this up and ignore your crisis the way we ignored how you were forced away from me and now into a marriage you won’t be happy in. You’re great at that, aren’t you [Name]? Great at pretending as if I never existed for you or you never loved me,” Jungkook snapped, and the fury that was on his face was beginning to morph into an expression of hurt.

Jungkook’s words did nothing but remind you about the things you always pushed at the back of your mind — memories and emotions from the times you were actually happy in. You had dug a grave for them and buried them in it so they would not get distracted from your purpose.  It resulted in  happiness that everyone got from your actions and sacrifices -- everyone but you.

The harsh reality of the reminder hurt. The feelings that you had locked away flooded into you all at once like water drops falling off a cliff and becoming part of the bigger water body that awaited it at the bottom. Each drop represented one thought, feeling, and sacrifice you had repressed.

Truth of the situation was that you did not love Jimin at all. He was the opposite of everything that you wanted in your life. He was controlling, and restricted your freedom with false excuses while he did whatever he pleased. He was abusing because he always ignored you when you asked him for something or would yell at you to leave him alone. But whenever it came to him needing something from you, he would forcefully take it without asking or any warnings.

You knew that you did not love Jimin and that he absolutely did not love you. He had a disgusting way of treating you because he would not make you happy, and would not allow yourself, others to make you happy either.

You loved Jungkook. All this time you had did what your parents had decided for you without question. You left Jungkook without any explanation, and abandoned everything you two had like it meant nothing. Your sweet, loving, protecting, and loyal Jungkook that treated you like his most precious treasure during sexual intercourse. He was the one who always pleasured you how you liked it. He stopped when he tended to overfeed from you, and took great care of you afterwards. Jungkook was the one who encouraged your wild side and joined you on the crazy adventures you ventured on.

Your incubus Jungkook who was too angelic for a demon and was everything that Jimin wasn’t — everything that you loved but had left—

No one realized the impact Jungkook’s words had on you until tears formed in the corner of your eyes.  They fell down your face without your permission.

Mina and Jungkook’s eyes widened.  In annoyance, Mina turned to him and smacked him harshly at the back of his head.

“Ow! Mina, what the hell?” He exclaimed, and she motioned her head towards you.

“You made her cry dimwit! Apologize and comfort her! I need to go now so I’m trusting you alone with her. You better not mess it up, got it Jeon?” Mina said threateningly, and Jungkook nodded. Then, she pushed him towards you ruthlessly, and as he glared at her, she simply stuck her tongue out. She gave him a thumbs up, before she walked out of your residence.

Jungkook was startled into paying his attention to you when a sob left your lips, and you started to speak messily.

“I-I never meant to hurt you Kookie, and I never— I never wanted to leave you. I just… I just thought,” You stammered, and you were unable to complete your sentence since you busted out in tears.

At the sight of your sorrowful face and use of his nickname, his heart felt like it literally melted for you.

“Oh [Name],” Jungkook cooed, as he wrapped his arounds you, and brought you in for a hug. You cried more as you returned his embrace without any hesitancy, and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry for saying such harsh things and holding it against you this entire time. I’m sorry baby girl, I didn’t know you were hurting so much. I wish I could help you take all of your troubles away and just make you happy,” He whispered softly, as he kissed the top of your head.

You sniffled, before you pulled away slightly and glanced up at Jungkook with dewed and teary eyes.

“I’m so hungry Jungkook and I’ve been feeling really sick. You can help me. You can make it all better. Please help me,” You begged, and your tail wrapped around his thigh, before it started to trail upwards towards his heat. It was a clear sign of desire, and Jungkook’s eyes widened in realization.

“[Name], if I sleep with you it won’t end well —“

“I don’t care anymore Jungkook. It never ends well. With Jimin, it always ends badly. He doesn’t care Jungkook, and he never will,” You murmured lowly, anger etched in your voice. Subsequently to this, Jungkook observed you for a few seconds as his eyes shifted from your eyes to your pouty lips, and then returned to your eyes.

He realized he was always weak for you.

“Okay,” He whispered quietly, and your eyes widened. The definite joy in your eyes made him realize why he would always risk it all for you.

He leaned closer to your face, as his hand caressed the back of your neck. Then, he brought your face closer to his too until your lips met.

The passion of your and Jungkook’s night began.  All the while, you were oblivious to the pair of eyes that watched you with a menacing glare.

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You had not seen Jimin until the second night after you had slept with Jungkook. When he had returned home, he was in a foul mood which was nothing new for you. For the two nights he was gone for, you noticed how you had started to throw up blood, and despite being fed by Jungkook, you barely felt well.

You knew exactly what Jimin had been up to, you knew it from the condition you were in. Once an incubus or a succubus mated, they were only supposed to feed off their mate and no one else. The more someone mated feeds off someone who is not their mate, the sicker their mate would become. It was equivalent to the human term of cheating.

You had hoped that by feeding of Jungkook, Jimin would like the taste of his own medicine. You hoped that by rebelling against his strictness and apathetic attitude you could have taught Jimin a lesson, and it would encourage him to treat you better.

It did nothing. And you were yet to realize that it had only worsen your situation and acted as a catalyst for your demise.

While you had started to feel a bit better after laying with Jungkook, your appetite was not satisfied. Nothing could satisfy it the way Jimin, as your mate would. He was the only one who had the power to help you get better so you would stop throwing up blood. You desperately needed him to bed you for your own survival.

As Jimin entered your shared bedroom, the sight of his neck covered in love bites and other bruises that were all sorts of hues of black and blue entered your sight. Those were love bites that you had not made. Knowing what that meant, caused your stomach to churn, and your throat to constrict because you were barely able to hold yourself from falling apart.

“How was your day Jimin?” You asked in a strained voice. The black-haired make glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. However, he instantly looked away and refused to spare you another glance.

You clenched your bedsheets in anger.

“I see. Well, since you obviously don’t give a fuck about me can you at least think of your child and feed me? Any more starving, or you continuing to cheat on me will kill me. Can’t you spare some sympathy for your offspring?” You hissed. You never spoke to Jimin with such crude words and a vice tone. So, it caused him to snap his gaze towards you.

His eyes were etched with animosity.

“You don’t need me to feed you. Jungkook seemed to have taken care of that,” He said coldly, and in response, you scoffed at him in disbelief.

“He had to. Even before he did, you were treating me like trash and starving me and going behind my back and sleeping with how many others, I don’t even know. Do you think I’m stupid and I didn’t know? Why did you choose me Jimin? Why did you have me engage with you if you were just going to fucking ruin me—“ You started to scream, but your shouting was ceased instantly. Jimin flew towards you at the speed of light, pinned you beneath him, and covered your mouth with one hand. It was easy for him to hold you down since you were already physically weak.  Whatever screams, words, or other sounds left your lips were only head as muffled sounds due to his hand on your mouth.

Jimin’s tail wrapped around your bare waist tightly and started to suffocate the air out of you. You tried to struggle out of his grip but your effort remained useless.

He leaned dangerously closer towards your face.

“You want to know why I treat you like trash [Name]? Because you are trash. You have no idea how much I hate you for always choosing Jungkook over me. If it wasn’t for my status or forcing you to be my spouse to be, then you would have never even looked my way. You have no idea how much I hate you for never noticing me on your own will,” Jimin began in a snarl, before slowly, he started to grind his hips against yours.

Your eyes widened in terror.

“You’re such an inconsiderate and selfish brat always blaming me. Did you ever stop to think that you were the reason why I cheated on you? That you had brought that on yourself? I was only sleeping with others to improve myself for you. But obviously, that never occurred to you. You only ever see the worst in me. Besides, why should I feed you and this fucking baby that isn’t even mine?” Jimin hissed, and his tail’s grip around your waist tightened to the point where it caused you to wither in extreme pain.

You knew what he was going to do, and you desperately shook your head. Heavy tears were beginning to welp up in your eyes, and you screamed at him to stop. But like all of your words before, it was muffled.

Jimin grinned sinisterly.

“First, I’m going to squeeze Jungkook’s baby out of you. If it was mine, then you would be much more swollen. Then, as punishment for constantly betraying me, I’m going to feed off your entire energy and just when you are on the verge of dying, I’ll overfeed you completely. That sounds like a good way to start doesn’t it [Name]?” Jimin whispered, and just the mere thought of what he had planned, caused you to cry out loud and shake your head in response. Your fear, and emotional stress only further manifested his excitement.

“You wanted me to feed you and pay attention to you [Name], so I’m only giving you what you wanted. Now, if you want me to start treating you like my queen after impregnating you with my seed and not like a piece of trash, then you better do as I say and scream much more loudly for me than you had for Jungkook.”

BAD ENDING

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[sugar-petals]

Simulacrum of Dawn (m)

simulacrum: resemblant image or representation of reality, mirage

— summary: A beautiful incubus comes to warm you up at night. He resembles your boyfriend Jimin an awful lot. — pairing: sub!Jimin x Dom!Reader | fantasy au | 2.4k — warnings: loss of reality, smut, prostitution, coarse language, infidelity: unclear

Dusk.

The heating does not work.

It just stopped without any warning. Not one. To hell with this old flat.

To hell with this cruel city, too. The brothels, the clubs in the district.

In fact, screw everything about his day.

You hope that the new windows seal in the warmth for at least a few hours this night. Last Wednesday the same incident had spoiled date night with Jimin, but had somewhat solved itself.

The problem wasn’t uncommon anyways. Well, fuck. You learned that it usually takes four to six hours until the rusty boiler makes a grumbling recovery. If it doesn’t, freezing to death is not part of your plan.

You turn the control valve all the way up to the stop. When the heat returns during your sleep as you predict it, you want the maximum capacity to kick in. Heck, you want a giant explosion of heat.

The television flickers at the other end of the room while you sort through your wardrobe, looking for a sweater and other cozy knit to slip into. Two fleece blankets from the living room serve as a decent barrier under your duvet. If you could only remember where the electric one is.

The news anchor behind you monotonously announces more bad weather and difficulties at New Year celebrations in Seoul until you switch off. Driving delivery after the holidays will be a tough job. You send Jimin a goodnight message and a selfie. “Love you, babe. How’s the beach? It’s cold here.”

“I hate the beach. You’re missing. Think about our last night. Don’t forget it,” he texts back fast with a little heart emoji. A selfie pops up one minute later. It shows Jimin in his saffron yellow bathrobe, chest wide exposed. “Or just try this. Warm greetings from Busan,” the caption says. He writes that he goes to bed now, promising to visit the upcoming weekend. His car will be fixed by then.

Police sirens blare outside like howling wolves. Winter Seoul is busy, sick, and preoccupied outside, and so is your head. It’s hard to pass out since a bone-chilling cold creeps into the room already. Frostbite, here you come. December sucks so much. The snow has to melt already. So the new year will be better for you and Jimin. The gaudy stores downtown redecorate already. It’s that’s what you want for the New Year as well.

The lingering image of him helps you ease down your pants a fair bit, hand reaching between your legs to create the much-needed, long-absent stimulation. He needs to come back as soon as possible. You hurry to warm up your body at least a bit. The temperature in the room keeps falling regardless, leaving the tip of your nose icy cold and red. Pulling the heavy duvet over your head is silly, but it does help. But fear can’t be veiled just like that.

What if the heating won’t come back later this night?

The typical minus degrees in this borough are unrelenting. Just like the people here. Jimin should be next to you right now with his little crinkled nose and bubbly laughs, just making everything easier. Pressed against you fending off the dire cold. But Busan is so far away, and he’s lonely at the beach.

Your orgasm arrives flat and unsatisfying. Just an empty shudder. You know that Jimin is the one when even he’s better at pleasing you than you can please yourself. Part of your sex drive is already dead, that’s what the cold can’t take from you. And, at least you’re more tired now. Winter got outsmarted twice.

Since last week there’s construction work at the avenue, so the people are redirected to the side roads. That’s good for rest these days. Sleep starts to come once at least the police sirens lapse into silence. Seoul nonetheless keeps on raging and frolics in the neighborhood, leaving the acerbic prostitutes in fur coats and platforms well-tipped.

It’s a sad but flourishing business after Christmas is over. Less austere than how it is all year round. But the red-light district is still more wretched and forlorn than ever, darting continuous voices of dictatorial pimps and neon rays into your room from below. The prospect of sleep fades. It’s getting unusually loud.

Because the window is open.

An immense heat gives you a screaming start, kicking away all the blankets. You glance around the room in panic. Is there a raid again, and they got the wrong room? No, the answer is at the window. Perched in the frame sits—

Beloved Jimin.

Dressed summerly in gold, playing with his locks like a little cherub. Really, is it him? The midnight haze won’t let you tell. 

“Is there a problem?” he coos from gentle lips. “I’m at your service, Lady Kwon.”

He knows your name. The voice it the exact same, too. It has to be Jimin. You can trust your eyes when your ears say yes, his soft timbre is one of a kind. How he came here, why it’s through the window, the heat, the debonair attire: You fail to grasp. Maybe it’s the latest fad in Busan. But it doesn’t matter. Your urgent wish came true, he’s here. 

“I just want you close... stop fooling around at the window.”

He detaches from the frame, descending light and elegant to the carpeted floor. 

“As you wish. Yes, I should probably close it as well,” he concurs benign and turns the handle with a gentle flick of the wrist. How you love the way he speaks. The flat has been so desolate without it.

Jimin lays down next to you sans his tiny sandals that he slid under your bed. For some reasons, he gives off massive waves of heat. That’s not normal. He is dressed so differently today, very ‘genteel’ as your co-driver Namjoon would say, and doesn’t smell the same. Like he doesn’t belong in this part of town, and escaped the burden of his former life. But kissing his chubby cheek creates the same kind of elevated feeling you always get. It’s him, you know it.

“Everything in best order? How do you feel?” he beams at you, tracing the spot where your lips just left with one bejeweled hand. Jimin never had a penchant for that, but it suits him.

“Shitty, that’s it,” you crawl over to him on all fours, closing the painful distance. “Babe... I missed you tons. Can’t get off without you.” His smile dwindles as you say that. Jimin knows how much his absence hurts. “I need you. Can we?”

“My delight is to always please you. Are you warm? I’m ready”

“Yes, I’m warm. Poetic today?” you climb on top to have tender seat just at the vertex of his thighs. The golden vestment hangs low from his shoulders in a waterfall, ends just inches before you. 

“Everything for my splendid Goddess.” 

Jimin marvels at you with big eyes. He begins to fumble at your knees as if trying to peel off the paisley pattern from the pants could work. The heat is unbearable. That golden garment needs to be off without much further ado, otherwise this drought would end it all.

You slide off the velvet cascades and damask drapes, hungry to take in what’s underneath. The luscious body you’ve been craving. Firm, compact, flawless. It takes forever to peel off your own layers of clothing. Your heartbeat is going beserk. No more ice crystals at the window. The room has turned into a sauna. This is not Seoul. You lean down to have Jimin suck off your breasts. 

His skin is almost scalding hot, his lips, the nose against your collarbone. You fear that he’ll burn you, but even his red-hot lips don’t leave a trace around your nipples as he savors them. He’s just hot to the touch, and you absorb it all. Jimin, he’s your fiery little cherub. Like the sun had decided to enter a human body just to lay down in this bed. 

Your chest feels set ablaze under the gentle brush from his blonde hair while he keeps sucking, kissing, and giving off sweet moans. Finally. You thought that would never resound in this flat again. His lips are so overwhelmingly soft and big, and part wide to cup your breasts. The jacquard of Jimin’s wide trousers slips down rigidly, slowly under a lascivious pull. He’s hard against your abdomen. 

“Jimin babe, stop for a minute. We need a condom.”

“I would wait forever for you,” Jimin pulls off your breasts with a content smile. Whatever he had for breakfast, it must have made him this way. You reach to rummage in your nightstand for the familiar little stack. Unused since the last week, waiting for times when you’re yearning for him. This took so long. The thin latex feels like melting on him, but it doesn’t.

The eager heat disseminates when you sink down on him. The fire inside makes for an exciting flare, easy to take in. You’ve always been grateful for the handy size. Jimin’s golden necklaces and bracelets tingle with every sway of your hips going in circles. Ra, crowned falcon god of the sun devoured by aeviternal Nut, Goddess of the firmament. Your skies encapsulate the luminous and pulsating firmness. You bury your teeth in Jimin’s neck until his light gives birth to vibrant stars with little drips. He only pulls out after his hands between your legs have found the craving spot, making you bend forward under little circles.

You pull off the condom, deliver a dozen firm pumps with two hands around him. Jimin is repeating your name over and over again. Your belly feels wet with his cum. He lies next to you singing after calming down a bit, chanting words unknown. It’s a language sounding familiar in a way because you feel what he means, but foreign in its syllables. It’s not the slang from the cold avenue. You caress his hair, his cheeks. And play with his adornments. 

He really smells much sweeter today, like chamomile. December is so much more appealing tonight. The brothels don’t matter. They will cease one distant day, and life will be better for everyone. Every woman and every man. Whatever they construct in the street, it must be something good. The neon advertisements, all the red lights, you know they shine as warm and bright like him and your love.

The soothing heat only ceases when Jimin comes to rise at the edge of the bed, saying he must leave after a small kiss. And another. A third one. It paralyzes you. That cannot be. It can’t. He only arrived just now. You protest, but he already topples toward the window barefoot. 

“Please don’t leave. Why do you leave?”

Jimin ruffles his hair back into place. His necklace consoles you with little clinks when he turns the handle, letting in the dreaded breeze. But you’re still warm in bed. He left enough comfort for you. 

“Goodbye,” he smiles, “we’ll meet again.” 

And at the next blink, the frame is empty. The window closed. The breeze abated, so did the flashy neon signs.

It’s dawn. 

He’s gone, no trace. You turn around to get the last dose of sleep you can get, even if every thought returns to torment you with questions. At one point, you’re too tired to care. The haze of sleep descends at last. It’s dragging you down into an abyss. Not dark, but golden. It’s like you can still hear his voice somewhere, it’s eerie. But also a solace you knew the last days needed.

You want to hit the snooze button in your delirious state as it rings. Instead, you almost knock over a hot cup of camomile tea on your nightstand. There are fresh croissants with butter, too. And toast. 

“Easy, easy. Good morning,” a soft voice soothes next to you. It’s familiar. You turn around.

“Jimin?!”

“Hey, jagiya. The car got fixed yesterday.”

He’s in his yellow pajama. Hair messy, lips a bit chapped. A bit tired overall.

“Didn’t you leave just this morning?”

That raises his brows. 

“Y/N... I know your fantasy is very intricate. But this has to be a joke. I left last week!” 

Astounding. You feel the electric blanket at your side as you turn towards him. Of course, he took it with him to Busan. 

“When did you get here?”

“I slipped in when it was starting to get really warm in here. I don’t know when exactly. But I left the heater this way. You turned it up this way with good reason, right? You said it’s cold here. So I switched on the blanket, too”

Indeed the radiator is busy rumbling at the wall. The room’s all stoked up, window steamed. 

“Yes, right. But you really showed up here this early?”

“Well, hm. Maybe around midnight. You were really clingy against me for hours. At sunrise I left to make breakfast, ventilated for a bit. Just now I slipped back.”

“Did I say something to you earlier, or...?”

“I just know you said I’m poetic while you were sleeping. That was super funny. Y/N, what did you eat the evening before?” 

There isn’t much you can say. Better than sleepwalking. Jimin breaks one croissant in half and distributes some jelly on it. 

You stand up to turn down the control valve of the heater, then start eating next to him. So the car did get fixed. The beach wasn’t so boring, he made pictures. He shows them on his phone until only a couple crumbs of toast are left. The sun is brilliant through the receding steam on the window glass. Jimin switches off the electric blanket and says you’ll go and see the fireworks at the Han River, he got tickets for the fair.  

The police sirens are now closer than ever. Business as usual. A dusty concrete mixer rattles down the avenue but gets stuck in traffic. In the bathroom, the shower started running. Chances are that Jimin’s bathrobe will get its great moment in ten minutes. The teacup is empty when you check the space underneath your bed with one tentative arm. 

And there are shoes. 

Panic-stricken, you raise them from the ground and glance over the edge of the bed.

Just Jimin’s red sneakers. 

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Ouija - (H/M)

A/N; SOOOOOOO This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

12:00 a.m. The time blared on your friend, Hee Young's, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could. Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

It’s just a game, it’s just a game... You silently repeated to yourself. Your anxiety was sky high as your friend began to set it up. As Heeyoung unboxed the Ouija board you expected to see some cheapy board bought from a party store. Instead, you were faced with an authentic board. You were by no means a professional but you could feel something already attached to that thing. The board itself was quite beautiful, made up of pretty purples and midnight blues laced with jet black swirls along the edges. “Okay,” Heeyoung began, her tone turning prominent as she prepared to read the instructions. “Both of need to keep our hands on the planchette at all times, and once we’re finished we have to say goodbye then circle the board three times. Got it?”

You anxiously nodded, taking deep breaths as you moved your hands from your lap to the glass pointer. Though you were always sensitive to shifts in energy, the aura that radiated off the game had your head feeling fuzzy and your body gradually numbing. It was powerful, sinister, to say the least. As your fingertips rested against the icy, almost vibrating glass, your stomach began to knot itself up. “What now?” You timidly asked though it was a stupid question- it was the only thing your troubled mind could think of.

“Now I’ll turn off the lights..” Your friend giddily replied, standing from her spot behind you before gracefully floating across the house, turning off any and all lights- except for the dim, orange-tinged lamp that enhanced the spooky ambiance. As she plopped back down onto the couch, her delicate hands immediately laid themselves on the planchette. “Okay, now we can start. Do you want to ask the first question or should I?”

“Ahh, no, no. You should go first.” Y/n shakily responded, your hands practically trembled at the fear that began to creep up on you.

Nodding, your friend took a deep breath then cleared her throat before she uttered a word. “Is there anyone here with us?” She asked, giggling after she asked the most cliche of questions.

Though neither of you could see him, your friend’s cliche question peaked the interest of a certain entity. He went by many names, but he preferred Yoongi. As he entered your home, he quietly wandered the halls, sticking to the shadows. He stalked into the living room, his sudden presence created a thick brooding air. Though he usually didn’t give a fuck about humans, or their idiotic choices- you intrigued him. He could tell you sensed him, his demonic energy.  

Your heart raced as beads of sweat collected at your temples. The new heaviness in the atmosphere had you on the verge of being sick. “Hee- Hee Young..” You mousily called out to your less than pleased friend. “I think we should stop. I feel like something’s watching us.”

Your friend scoffed at your worry, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n.” She teased, nudging your arm with her elbow. “If there was really something here, then why isn’t it communicating with us? You’re just being a scaredy cat.”

“I’m being serious dude.” You urged, keeping a serious expression and tone. “Can’t you feel it? Whatever it is, is making the air feel so heavy...”

Heeyoung sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking, but if you really want to stop. We can.” Relief filled you for a moment until an impish giggled left her. “After one last question though, but you have to ask it. It’s only fair since I went first.”

“God are you in middle school or something?” You jeered, pouting as she continued to laugh at your little comeback. An exasperated breath escaped you as you foolishly agreed. “Fine, fine. Uh,” You hummed, unsure of what to say- you just wanted to say goodbye and get this over with, but you knew Heeyoung wouldn’t have any of that. “To whatever spirit is here, do you have bad intentions? Are you demonic?”

Yoongi snickered at the panic that dripped from each word that left you, but again, he refused to communicate through the board. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest; pacing back and forth beside you just taking mental note of your cherubic features and curvaceous form. Something about you awoke a familiar hunger inside of him, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time. It was one he knew only you would be able to satiate. Yoongi smiled at the thought. It was going to be quite some time before he left you alone.

Heeyoung frowned at the board in front of you two. “Damn it, I kinda hoped we got something to come say, “Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders and began the process of packing up the board and all of its accessories. You could still feel something lurking in the air, it was a breath against your skin, fingers running over your skin.  A cold sweat returned as you sat paralyzed by fear. As your mind raced to figure out what your friend might have left in your home, you’d completely forgotten to say goodbye. You watched Heeyoung run about gathering her things as she decided to head out for the night. Why was she so unaffected by the presence here? You’d hoped that once she left with the board the air would clear.

“Whelp! That was a bust. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, right?” Heeyoung called over her shoulder.

You made a shaky sound of affirmation, hoping you’d make it to tomorrow. Quickly you gathered yourself off the floor to show her out, locking the door to the spare room.

Yoongi laughed at how daft humans could be. They had extraordinarily short memories. How could the both of you have forgotten to end the ritual? Well, it didn’t really matter for him, he was much too powerful for a skeptic and a frightened deer like yourself to banish. You’d invited him in and now he planned to stay. He watched as you shut the door, locking it with trembling hands.  A bemused look crept its way onto his face. Did you really think that a flimsy lock would keep him in here?

The incubus followed you and Heeyoung out of the door, stared as you said your goodbyes. You were quite cute, if he were being honest- in a mousy way, that is. He just knew the two of you would have lots of fun together. As you locked the deadbolt to your front door, Yoongi watched with that wicked half grin sprawled across his face as your eyes continued to flicker towards every corner in the living room. You were really scared, weren’t you? Yes, you were, he could smell the fear that radiated off you. It was a scent he absolutely adored- terror lingering off a pretty girl.  

“It-It's just all in your head..” You said aloud, feebly hoping that verbalizing your hopes would make them true. “It’s just your imagination, Y/n- just your imagination.”

Yoongi scoffed as he followed you down the hall into your bedroom, his eyes following your hand as you switched on your turquoise string lights- just listening to your soft melodic hums as you continued to attempt to calm your nerves.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He venomously purred, gliding over to where you were before suddenly giving your hair a harsh tug. The sudden yank at your hair pulled your head back as well, but it wasn’t the pure horror that painted across your face that stunned him, it was the soft whimper that escaped your parted lips. “Mhmm,” The incubus groaned, his urges heightened. “What a naughty little mouse, you are- you like that don’t you?” He teased though completely aware you couldn’t hear a word he said.

Bringing your hand up to the back of your head, you massaged your scalp; tenderly rubbing the afflicted area as you took rushed glances around the room. You could still feel that suffocating heaviness in the air, but only now it seemed to be right on top of you.

“Oh- Okay..” You shakily huffed while still peering around your empty, blue-tinted room. “Whatever, or whoever is here- you gotta go. You can’t stay, you’re not welcomed.”

Again, your timid tone brought a grin to Yoongi’s face, for a moment he circled your stiff body- wondering how you’d look pinned down underneath him while your eyes rolled back and ecstasy took over every part of you. Moving away from you, he walked over to your dresser, eyeing all your pretty little nic nacs before spotting a dainty little rosary draped over a small porcelain cross. “Hmph,” He scoffed, carelessly lifting the religious items, “You won’t be needing these once I’m through with you.” Violently throwing the weighted cross across the room right in your line of sight; holding onto your rosary.  

“Oh fuck!” You half shouted half whimpered, jumping at the loud shatter that followed the items. Your head immediately snapped towards your dresser. You couldn’t exactly make out what had been broken when it was hurdled towards the wall, but your heart dropped down the floor when you realized the cross and the rosary your grandmother had given you before you moved were missing.

“No, no, no!!” You screamed, tears instantly pouring from your eyes as you rushed over to the broken porcelain. “No..” You repeated in a faint sniffle, lifting the shards haphazardly before placing them back onto the floor. It felt as if your heart had imploded along with the item because despite not being religious yourself- it held a great amount of sentimental value. It reminded you of home, but now it was destroyed.

Yoongi could see that silly little trinket meant quite a bit as you sobbed over its destruction. Oh well, it’d offended his… tender sensibilities and had to go. As you rose from ground holding the larger shards Yoongi decided he would get a little more physical. You cleaned all the smaller pieces, shoulders hunched in sadness. “Oh don’t be so broken up about it,” Yoongi sneered, “I heard the dude who died on it was overrated anyway!” He was having fun talking to you despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him.

You decided to make yourself some tea to shake the terror from your body. Scoping the cabinets for some Sleepytime, you thought of your grandmother. She’d always give you some sleepytime with a dash of honey to help you sleep as a kid. You could remember the “Hollow Man” as you called him. He was a tall lanky figure who would sit in the corner of your childhood bedroom. While he never spoke he would hum lullabies, clapping his hands to the beat. His singing sounded like wind chimes on a summer’s breeze, even in the winter. One time, you’d asked him why he always sat there and why he sang you to sleep. He’d stopped coming after that. When you told your grandmother she looked at you with a particular sort of fright that shook you to this very day. Her eyes bespoke recognition and sadness. Every night after that, she fed you candies laced with witch hazel and made sure you drank Sleepytime tea.  You hoped this home remedy to whatever was wrong with you as a child would continue to help you now.

With the kettle set, you decided to take a shower, maybe whatever oppressive force you felt was just the grime and soot of the city. You padded to the bathroom with thoughts of showering off this shitty evening. You stripped in front of your vanity mirror, turning this way and that looking over your body. It was a ritual you’d established some time ago, just a way to ensure health. Stepping into the shower you were met with the spray of hot water. It ran over your shoulders and down your back, taking the tension and stress along with it. Your body relaxed under the shower, muscles became languid and your bones felt soft. You took your time washing yourself and enjoyed the peace.

Yoongi listened as you entered the shower from where he sat in your kitchen. It was small, no compact was a better word. Things unfurled and folded to add space and use it effectively. Yoongi could always appreciate and effective use of space. He thought off all the trifling things he’d planned for his stay with you. He imagined the way panic would glaze your eyes, the sound of your heartbeat against your rib cage as you ran from him. He hoped that he could get a classic running in a towel scene from you. His eyes slid to the screaming kettle on the stove, beside it sat a small candy and a teacup already prepared with its leaves. The pungent “scent” of witch hazel filled the kitchen. Yoongi wasn't unsettled by much but this little bit of “protection” would make it harder to mess with you. For someone who wasn't a full believer, you sure had some powerful shit laying around.

The crosses, witch hazel, he could even smell the bit of sage in your lotion when you walked by. Whoever was trying to protect you knew you had the sight. Yoongi grumbled sardonically, “Unfortunate for them, you fell in with that one bitch.”  Careful to not actually touch the damned thing, Yoongi disposed of your witch hazel in the kitchen bin. Just to make you a little warier, the incubus made your tea for you. He fancied himself as a delightful house guest, the most polite in fact. Perching himself on the nearest counter, Yoongi heard you exit the shower. All there was to do was wait.

With bleary water filled eyes, you got out of the shower. The feeling was less oppressive and more...mischievous if you had to choose a word. While not totally settling, it did make you less worried. Perhaps it was just the spirit of a child that had lost its way. Yeah, something like that. You half expected a message on your foggy glass but you were only met with your distorted reflection. Hastily you wiped the mirror just to ensure nothing was there. Nothing was. The tension in your shoulders subsided once again and you continued your nightly routine. You lotioned with your grandmother's homemade shea butter. Your friends always said it smelled like nature and mint, but to you, it reminded you of your most beloved place on Earth.

A soft sigh left your pouty lips as your stretched your neck from side to side while pressing into your shoulder blades- whatever this entity was, whether it was a misguided child or demonic presence, it sure did want to make itself known. You thought it best to ignore it for a while, see if it went away. If it was a child, it would get bored at some point like all children do. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if it wasn’t.

Yoongi listened out for your footsteps only to hear you milling about in the bathroom. He’d waited long enough. His temper was fiery enough as it was but your apparent lack of care brought out something a little meaner in him. He walked over to your bookshelf where some photos of your family sat perched on the highest shelf. By the looks of their condition, you took great pride in the people in the frames. One, in particular, caught his attention, an older woman smiling back at him. She was wrinkly and soft, long hair pulled up into a chignon with a dainty cross sitting in the reservoir at the base of her neck. Upon closer inspection, Yoongi noticed it was the same little rosary he’d broken earlier.

“Oops,” the demon deadpanned. At least he’d figured out who’d been “training” his little prey. Yoongi plucked the frame off the bookcase and continued to speak, “Isn’t it sad, Granny? All that work you put in and she still ended up here.” Your faint footfalls broke him away from his one-sided conversation as he placed the frame haphazardly back on the shelf. You appeared at the bottom the stairs in a pair of undies and a long t-shirt. Yoongi’s eyes raked over your body, surprised by the bout of hunger that struck him. The incubus groaned at the image of your succulent lips around his dick, your eyes filled with lust and wanting. It wouldn’t be too long now after you drank your tea and had your sweet, he’d have you.

You entered the kitchen to see your tea already made, waiting for you. A shiver of terror made its way down your back. You were sure you’d left the kettle on when you went to go shower.  The teacup sat there filled to the brim, waiting to be consumed but you thought better than to indulge. Instead, you placed the cup into the skin and merely ate your candy. The sweet melted on your tongue as a wave of nostalgia came over you. It’d been years since you’d eaten one of these. A warm feeling spread through your limbs and your eyes began to feel heavy. Sluggish and a tired you pulled yourself back upstairs to the bedroom and passed out.

Excited and all too ready, Yoongi followed after you- ready play his little games. He walked over to your bedside where you lay asleep. Your cheek squished up onto the pillow. Yoongi moved to run a finger along your open mouth to be repulsed by an invisible force. “What the fuck?” The incubus squinted in confusion and went to try a different part of your body. He pulled back the duvet aiming at your thighs instead. His mouth watered at the sight of them. “Soft and thick, a fan favorite.” Cracking his knuckles Yoongi attempted to grab at you but was rejected again. A roar ripped itself from his throat as he fumed. “son of a bitch!” What could be protecting her so well? He’d disposed of the witch hazel, sage wasn’t strong enough on its own and you hadn't even drunk the tea! The scent of Angelica wafted over from your open mouth as you let out a soft sigh, it teased Yoongi’s nose as it danced around him. “Motherfucking candy?!” That old broad was the real deal. There was no way he could touch you now, at least until it wore off. Anger simmered in his veins as he thought of his delayed plans. If he couldn't have you, we would terrify you instead.

Yoongi floated down the stairs an over back to your bookcase. Granny’s smile mocked him now,  a snide reminder that he'd been one-upped. Her frame went first. Yoongi began throwing picture left and right, the sound of shattering glass spurring him on. A menacing smile overtook his face as he decided to leave a little message. He snatched a shard of glass and sliced his fingertips. Black viscous blood bubbled to the surface and dripped down his pale wrist. He started in your bathroom on the vanity glass, smudged “Thank you for the hospitality~” and signed with a messy heart. He continued throughout your home leaving sarcastic little quote and sayings, awaiting the moment when you saw them.

He usually deterred from causing mass destruction in the home of his victims, he felt if he didn’t he’d be the exact same as any other low-life hellspawn, but something about you- something about the old lady’s mocking smile riled up this horrendous rage inside him. He wanted to- no, he needed to destroy any and everything he could, if he couldn’t have you.

Making his way back up the stair, the black sludge still dripping down his arm as he thundered down the short hallway. “Wakey, wakey!” He roared, banging and smearing the thick fluid along the walls while nearing your room. “Wake up, little y/n! Wake up!”

Though the candies usually put you to sleep and kept you asleep throughout the entire night, something seemed to pull you right out of that. You could hear loud banging right outside your bedroom through the thick fog of your sleep, but as it came closer with each passing second that familiar- horridly familiar sense of fear coiled inside you. Immediately, you shot up in bed; pulling the blankets up to your chest as you tightly clutched it. You couldn’t see anyone, nor could you see any shadows. You could only feel that same overwhelmingly oppressive energy.

Everything about this entity made you sick and horrified to your very core. It made the air in the room so stiff, you felt as if you could just suffocate right then and there. It made this wash of dread just pour over you. As the banging approached your door, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes widened. A dark, shadowy mist suddenly appeared in your doorway. It just stood there, exuding pure rage and hatred. It really wasn’t a child after all- it was malevolent, it was vicious, and it never once in its damned life was human before.

“G-go away!” You shouted through your fear, tears welled up in your eyes as the soot-like cloud seemed to turn human. Hands and legs began to form, then it was a torso and lastly, it’s head. “Go- Go away..” You stuttered, unable to even finish your sense as the haze dissipated from his face.

You could make out his soft, almost angelic, features. His doll-like plush lips, his sharp eyes, just everything about him seemed perfect. “Who- What are you?” You timidly asked, pulling the blanket further up as you scooted back towards your headboard.

Yoongi wickedly snickered, running his long fingers through his silver hair as he stepped closer to you. He could read you like one of your books downstairs. He could feel that sudden shock of attraction you had towards him in his human form.

“You like me, like this, don’t you?” He hummed, motioning down his body with this smug half-smirk painted across his face. Though you stayed silent, he was more than pleased with the little glint that sparked in your eyes the closer he came to you. “Hmm, good,” He continued while playing with the tone of his voice. “Maybe, your little attraction towards me will make that bloody candy’s effects wear off..”

A stubborn blush entered your face as Yoongi stared you down from hope chest at the end of your bed. He sat staring at you, silently, for what felt like forever. Afraid to leave the bed, you watched his every move. Is this what Heeyoung invited into your fucking house? This thing? If you got out of this encounter alive you planned to skin her. You couldn’t pull the blanket any closer to your body, but still, you tried.

“Hey, I’d prefer if you took that sheet off, my sweet little mouse.” The demon jeered, swiping his forked tongue across his lower lip.

“I-I’m not your anything,” You winced. The tremble in your voice was overwhelmingly apparent to you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he didn’t hear it too. When Yoongi broke out in wheezing laughter you couldn’t help but pout. You were trying to not die and here this demon was laughing at your voice. You contemplated whether it was worth it to try and run for it, after all, he couldn’t touch you. Gently you uncovered your body under the guise of giving Yoongi what he wanted. With lowered eyes, you dropped the duvet and walked over to where he sat, legs wide and inviting.

“Oh? She comes of her own volition? How sweet.”  His face split into a saccharine grin. The demon opened his arms, waving his fingers in a come hither motion. For a moment you were tempted to go to him and give yourself over to the strange desire growing in your belly. You continued to walk in his direction, head down to avoid his hypnotic gaze. Your shin grazed the side of the hope chest and you booked out of the bedroom. You didn’t look behind to see if he would follow kept going. Rounding the banister to the stairs you flew downstairs and went to grab for the front door only to be met by him waiting patiently, smile still etched into his face.

“You should have told me you wanted to play, Y/N. We could have started a lot sooner.”

The sudden appearance of him had you falling back onto the floor, fear was an understatement at this point. “Go- Go away..” You mousily murmured while stumbling back onto your feet. Your heart raced so quickly, it almost made everything go in slow motion. “Please, go... I- I don’t want you here..”

Yoongi scoffed, humans were really moronic little things- weren’t they? “Does it look like I care?” He simply responded, his tone going cold as that smile of his turned into a harsh frown. Just as he was about to raise his voice, a fun little idea crossed his mind. Instead of scaring you, he wanted to anger you- mock you. He wanted to rile up that rage that hid inside that timid little frame of yours. After all, angry sex was the best kind. “But you know, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your little friend-” He jeered, “I might have even left if only she had reminded you about the closing ceremony.”

You thought back to earlier today, flashes of the ceremony flew through your mind’s eye. You distinctly remembered Hee Young telling you about saying goodbye, she was holding the planchette. You eyed Yoongi and thought of the stifling force he was, the way he’d scared the shit out of you before you’d even seen him. You weren’t sure who to be mad at, your shitty friend who ended early for an impromptu dick appointment or the thing currently residing in your home.  It didn’t matter, you could feel the icy rage in your veins made your heart pump harder.

“FUCK YOU!” Your scream was directed more so at the room than the demon in front of you. Your throat immediately became sore at the sudden force you’d put on it.

Yoongi bared his fangs as a shot of arousal sped up his spine. That’s what he wanted to hear, simpering just didn’t suit you. Your face was flushed from screaming and your chest heaved with your heavy breathing.

“Is that all you got, Kitten,”Yoongi taunted, “fuck me?” Yoongi shook his head, peering down at you. “See- this is where you’ve got me, fucked up. I don’t plan on ‘fucking you’,” the incubus signaled with hand quotes, “I’m going to take you, I promise there is a difference.”

You scoffed at his assertions, it didn’t matter what the difference was, he wouldn’t or at least couldn’t touch you. “Mmkay see here’s the thing~ I don’t give a shit what you plan to do. You’ve broken all my shit and terrorized me for- What- 12 hours now?”

Yoongi listened to your complaints and looked around the living room, he couldn’t disagree with you. It left a bitter taste in his mouth that’d lashed out like some newly formed hellspawn.

“So you’re mad I broke your things? Fixed.” With practiced ease, he set your books back on their shelves, placed pictures back into frames and washed the black gunk off your walls. Yoongi looked at you with a bored expression as you stood and looked at your sparkling living room. You twirled in circles suddenly forgetting his presence altogether. A frown took hold of your expression as you looked for something.

“What is it now,” Yoongi asked exasperation clear as bells in his voice.

You rubbed at your neck, feeling the empty space there. “My ro- grandmother’s rosary. Where is it?”

Yoongi grinned as the small necklace materialized in his pocket. He wanted to see this hanging around your neck as you rode him. He fingered the trinket as he thought of the way it would glint with your sweat sticking to it, or how the slivers of moonlight that shone through your window would illuminate it. His eyes traveled over your body as he got lost in his own thoughts. Images of you covered in bruises, body shaking from pleasure swirled in Yoongi’s mind.

You saw his mind drift away before he could answer your question. Whatever had him too occupied to respond must have been great as he didn’t notice you walk past him into your small kitchen. You dug your fingers into your temples trying to ease an oncoming headache. This happened whenever you woke up too early after taking a candy or drinking the tea. It was rare, but it hurt like a bitch when it happened. You peeked out of the kitchen to see him still standing there ramrod straight looking over to your bookcase. A sigh slipped through your lips as your shoulders fell, a little relaxed. You needed time to assess the situation at hand. Somehow your soon to be ex-best-friend let a demon into your home, it wanted to ‘take you’, and some part of you wanted to let it.  You couldn’t deny, he was beyond handsome, he was entrancingly beautiful.  He had round, pillowy lips that were cherry red, the cutest button nose you’d ever seen and his eyes sealed the deal. They were the deepest, softest brown you could imagine, so dark they were almost black. Whenever he looked in your direction fear bubbled at the surface but just beneath that lust simmered silently.

As Yoongi gradually snapped out of his sinful daydream, he noticed you were no longer in front of him. That sharp-toothed smirk of his sprawled across his face as he sensed your presence not even ten feet away from him. The sweetened scent of your arousal and fear blending together led him right to you. Turning towards the kitchen, his gaze met with yours as he smoothly strutted over to you. He watched as you timidly turned away from him while still rubbing your temples, “Aww what’s wrong my little mouse..” He teased, licking his lips as you turned your back towards him. His eyes hungry scanned your backside, his imagination took over as he began thinking about how good you’d look bent over that counter as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. “Are you in pain?”

Without a word, you just flipped him off- rolling your eyes at his snarky tone. A soft, yet frustrated groan escaped you as your headache intensified the more you thought about how you could get away or get rid of him, but nothing came to mind. “Fuck you..” You finally repeated as you faced him once again. You tried to act tough and tired of his shit- you tried to show complete and utter disinterest in him, but your body betrayed you. The second your eyes fell on him, the brewing heat in your lower tummy turned into glowing embers as your face blushed a vibrant shade of rose.

The incubus crossed his arms over his chest, snickering as he stalked over to where you were. “You must really want me to fuck you, huh, little Y/n?” He retorted as his eyes loomed over you, taking his lower lip between his teeth and giving it a solid tug before speaking again. “I bet you’re just waiting for me to bend you over and have my way with you..” As his almost snarled toned trailed off, he disappeared for a split second before reappearing beside you. With his forearm resting against the counter, his eyes continued to wander your body as he gracefully closed the space between the two of you. “And don’t try to lie to me either,” He chuckled, his voice turning into a core-shaking snarl as he leaned into your space. “Because I can practically smell how much you want me. I can feel the neediness inside you..”

His words nearly slammed your arousal right into you. The more you kept your eyes on him the more you felt that magnetic pull he seemed to have on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words felt jumbled up- almost stuck in your throat. “I- I..” You finally managed to stutter out, the flush that covered your cheek deepened as he leaned in closer; leaving only an inch or so between the two of you. You could feel that demonic aura radiate off him, you could see that black fog that still encaptured his human form. Everything about him screamed Danger! Run Away!, but the attraction you felt clouded your over thinking mind as it slowly consumed you.

You placed your hands on the collar of his shirt and held tight as you fought with yourself. The feel of his body so close to yours made you melt in a wholly new way. You’d imagined him to feel cold and clammy, even slimy given the circumstances of his appearance. Instead, the heat from his chest radiated and sank into your skin. You lost focus on what exactly was so dangerous about him when you leaned in to kiss his lips. They were just as soft as you’d imagined and even sweeter than you could fathom. The hunger you denied blossomed in your chest as you grappled to get closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Yoongi responded eagerly to your advances. He wrapped his arms around your waist, molding you to his frame. The candy hadn’t fully worn off and left a tingling sensation as you licked into his mouth. He growled, the feeling enticed the lust rising within him. Yoongi gripped your throat, his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw as he took control. He tipped your head back and devoured your mouth. His long, split tongue invaded your mouth the second you gave him an opening- entangling itself with yours in a lewd power struggle as your supple breasts pressed into his chest. Groaning into your mouth once again, his large hands roughly moved down your body- running down your curves before groping your bum.

Pulling away from the kiss, the two of you were left panting and desperate for the taste of one another. “Fuck..” Yoongi’s curse lowly emanated from him as his blackening eyes locked with your heavy-lidded gaze. “I want to just fucking devour you..” He continued, pressing his plump lips against the corner of your mouth before swiping his sinful tongue against your cheek- moving down to your jaw. “I want to feel that sweet little mouth of yours wrapping around my cock while you wear that pretty little rosary of yours-” He whispered as his lips neared your ear, “-then after I use up your throat, I’m going to take you… I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until my cock is the only thing you can think of, my sweet mouse.”

Your entire body practically trembled at his erotic statement. A soft needy whimper escaped your parting lips as you tightly grasped at his shirt. Your thighs pressed together in hopes to relieve some of the throbbing between your legs. “I’m already there..” You crooned, biting your lower lip while you began to imagine just how fantastic his manhood would feel buried deep inside you causing your wetness to soak your panties. “Fuck me~.” You purred, elongating your words as his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh of your throat- relentlessly licking and sucking just to be sure to leave rich marks as a reminder of his victorious conquest.

As he reluctantly lifted off you, his hand suddenly shot right back up to your neck; snuggly wrapping around it while the other ran through your hair- giving it a punitive tug. “Mhmm, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He rumbled, tightening his grip on your throat, his sharpening claws pressing into your skin just enough to draw some blood. “Where do you want to do this?” He asked, eyeing the counter before turning his deathly glare back to you, “Here?… The living room? Your bedroom?”

Biting your lower lip, images of him fucking you in each suggested area flashed your mind. “Hmm,” You hummed, placing your hand on your chin as you continued to pretend to be lost in thought; semi-pleased with the growing impatience that coated his lustful expression. “Ma-”

Before you could end utter out another syllable, Yoongi lifted you- throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way into the living room. “I don’t like games,” He growled as his large hand swiftly connected with your bum cheek drawing out a lovely pained yelp from you. “What should I do first, little girl?” He purred while stopping right in front of the couch then tossing you down.

As you landed on the cushion, he entangled his hand in your hair once again; roughly yanking it to force your eyes up to him. His toothy grin sprawled across his face as he stared down at you while undoing his belt with his free hand. “You know what-” He began as the faint clanking of the metal hitting against each other sent chills down your spine. “I think I’ll go with my original plan, and use that pretty mouth..” With a solid tug, the black leather was effortlessly freed from his belt loops. “But first, let’s get those hands tied behind your back, shall we?”

The lust that consumed your thoughts made speaking more than difficult because all that you could manage was a faint nod as you bit your lower lip. “Good girl-” He cooed, massaging your sore scalp for a split second before releasing the grip he held in your hair. “You see how much more fun it is just to be obedient,” He teased- referencing your earlier behavior as he tapped your chin. “Turn around, little one.”

Immediately, you spun yourself around, sitting on your knees as you interlocked your hand behind you. Your skin tingled as Yoongi’s warm yet simultaneously icy touch had your skin breaking out in goosebumps while he slid the makeshifts binds around your wrists a couple times. “You look so pretty like this,” He said, tugging at the tongue of the belt- holding the leash tightly in his hand as he turned to you back to face him. His eyes wandered over you, admiring how helpless and innocent you looked with your hands bound behind you along with the dainty cross that hung just above your breasts. You were a sight for sore eyes, complete and utter perfection.

Palming at his hardened length through his jeans, the incubus got to work on undressing his lower half. His long fingers quickly undid his button and before you knew it he had the offensive clothing off and out of the way in a matter of seconds; allowing his solid cock to spring free. “Ahh.. fuck..” Yoongi hissed as the cool air brushed against his swollen tip while he grasped it at its base.

Your widened eyes stayed fixated on his manhood. The veins that ran along his shaft, his length, his girth- everything about it and him had your cunt aching for release. A small whimper flowed out of you as your mouth instinctively and eagerly opened up for him. He, of course, took full notice of this and couldn’t but smile at your willingness. “Not yet, baby..” He said in his enticingly deep tone, “First, I need to get this-” He added, toying with the collar of your shirt, “-off you... Hmm, seems that it’ll be too much of a hassle to unbind you now, so why don’t I just..” As his voice trailed off, his hands tightly gripping your collar before roughly tugging at each side; effortlessly ripping the thin fabric in two.

Another soft gasp left you as his sudden burst of strength had you nearly topple over, “Better?” You boldly replied as the clothing delicately fell off your shoulders; exposing your bare breasts.

“Most definitely..” Yoongi cooed, his plush lips curled up into a sly smile as your pert nipples practically begged to be toyed with. “Fuck.. maybe I should tit fuck you for a bit instead..” He snarled as he moved his hand from his hard-on to your chest, slowly ghosting over your alert flesh until his reached your right nipple. Taking your sensitive bud between his fingers, he expertly rolled it- pinching and tugging it so enticingly. He continued his playing, revering the adorably mousy whimpers and gasps that escaped you the rough he was as he stepped closer. “Shit..” He airily groaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your smooth inviting skin. “Fuck- My cock is going to look so damn good between your beautiful tits, babygirl..” He added as he began teasing your sensitive pearls with his manhood.

Releasing his grip on the makeshift lead, Yoongi cupped both your breasts as he adjusted his footing- angling his member right between them while his thumbs still teased your nipples. Pressing your breasts together, he began steadily thrusting his hips, letting out the most sinfully subdued groans as his member fucked your chest.

Though you had never been touched in this way before, something about what he was doing to you had that coil in your stomach tightening. Your entire body melted at the thought of being his little plaything- being used in whichever way he pleased or saw fit.

The incubus could practically read your filthy mind as his thrusting quickened. He could smell your sweet nectar as it dripped from your folds down your inner thighs. He may have been enjoying the feeling of your breasts, but he wanted to see just how sweet you would be. With a thundering groan, Yoongi halted his movements- quickly pulling away from your glorious chest with airy pants.

“Do you need me to..” He began, his voice trailing off as he laid you down; parting your legs as part as he could before crawling in between them. “Do you need me to help relieve you, darling?”

The second he finished speaking you found yourself frantically nodded. “Ye- Yes, please, please.~” You whimpered, nipping at your inner cheek as the sight of him between your legs threw your arousal into overdrive. “I need you so fucking badly.”

A smug grin crawled across his devilishly handsome face as he lowered himself onto you.

“I know you do.” He pompously retorted. Those plush lips of his skimmed over your skin, trailing down the middle of your body. As he neared your lower abdomen, he bared his teeth- letting them scrape your flesh the closer he came to your core.

“Ah- Ahh~” You gasped, trembling at the feeling of them digging into you. “Bi- Bite me..” You whined, bucking your hips up towards him as you felt the pinpricks of his fangs. The burn of his bite scoured your body and the heat between your legs grew hotter. The feeling of his rough hands palming, pinching and slapping your thighs drove you higher. Your breaths and moans mixed, intertwining into breathy mewls. Lust scratched at your mind as the heavy sensation in your abdomen pushed down. The first stroke of Yoongi’s tongue sent you bucking about, trying to feel more of that delicious friction. His forked tongue feathered over your clit, just barely touching.

The sob of frustration that erupted from your lips made Yoongi stop. He peered at your body in adoration. The sweat that slipped down your heaving chest, your lips reddened from your constant biting and most of all the smell of the ambrosia that leaked between your legs drove him into a frenzy. The demon pushed his face into your core, slicked his tongue in wide strokes as he drank your moans. He held your hips in position as you squirmed trying to get away from the pressure building within you. Yoongi brought his hand down on your thigh with power and precision, “Stop, moving.” The impact of his hand drew hot tears to your eyes. The throbbing warmth on your leg traveled directly to your clit.

“Oh now, who knew you’d react like that?” Yoongi rasped. He continued to suck and lap at your lips, giving your immense pleasure while keeping your orgasm at bay. “Let’s see…” Yoongi slapped your inner thigh millimeters away from your pussy. He watched as your clit twitched and pulsated at the sensation. An amused grin blossomed on his face, “The saying is true, ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.”

The tears left a scorching path as they rolled down your face. The sting of Yoongi’s hits and the nasty kisses he gave down below made you light headed. “Ple-please lemme cum,” The words slurred out of your mouth in a high-pitched cry. Your hamstrings shook and trembled from all the teasing you’d endured, and your body ached from the immensely tightened coil in your core. “Please, please-” You repeatedly begged as tears trickled down your cheeks.

Yoongi continued toying with your throbbing heat, lapping at your essence coated folds all while teasing your aching pearl. You pulled at your restraints as your body still wriggled beneath him as he refused to let up on you. “I- I can’t take it anymore..” You tearfully whined, your body suddenly stilled and tensed as you reached your peak. “I- I…” You stuttered out again just as needy moans freely flowed from your now shaking form while your climax slammed into you like never before.

The incubus heftily snarled against your core without easing his pace- the taste of your juices fueled that primal urge to just endlessly devour you. He loved the way you came apart, the way your body just gave up on trying to contain your high was precious. “Fuck..” He growled as he lifted his mouth off your pussy just for a moment, “Do you know fucking delicious you are?” He breathily asked. “I could eat you all damn day..”

You laid the still gasping and writhing while still attempting to calm yourself down from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Then do it..~” You melodically purred.

The incubus shook his head, Yoongi’s hands harshly connected with your inner thighs sending shockwaves of blended pain and pleasure soaring throughout your entire body. He wickedly smirked at the lovely view you provided as he roughly massaged and groped the reddening areas. “Mhmm, it’s more than tempting, but-” He jeered, motioning down to his swollen member. “I’m afraid I need to get to work on the little mouth of yours.”

Slowly, he rose from his spot between your legs- straddling you as moved up your body. Stopping just above your chest, he reached down and grasped your rosary. His fingers gracefully trailed up the thin chain before tightening it into a choker. He wanted to see it, even if it were only for a second or two, as he used your mouth. It’d be such a lovely addition to the saliva and tears that would paint your angelic face.

“Open up, babygirl.” He commanded while using the head of his cock to tap and trace your lower lip. “Master wants to feel your mouth.”

Immediately, you opened up nice and wide for him- flattening your tongue as you stuck it out and all. The look on your face was sinful. Your tongue glistened, soft and hot while your eyes remained half open with tears coating your dark lashes. A whine of impatience gurgled in the back of your throat as you waited to feel Yoongi’s dick enter your throat. More saliva welled in your mouth at the thought of how full you’d feel. The way his cock twitched as your breath wafted over him made you all the more impatient.

Yoongi could tell just how much you wanted to feel him and he relished in it. That sweet, scared appearance of yours dissipated and left behind a being of raw, wanton lust. It pleases him to no end to think he was the one to burn that facade. Holding your throat with one hand and his leaking cock in the other Yoongi slid himself against your tongue. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw fell with a beastly sound. It felt too damn good, the way you fit your tongue to the curve of his dick.

He teased a bit more shallowly fucking your mouth. The tingle in his gut grew stronger with every thrust. You’d been compliant, let him play with your mouth as he saw fit. On the last thrust, you sucked and licked over the head with fervor, wriggling your tongue against his slit. The demon hissed at the unexpected feeling, his stomach tightening. “So, that’s how my pet wants to play,” Yoongi smirked, “that’s fine, just be prepared.”  

You bat your wet eyes in a coquettish manner. “If Mas-,” Yoongi slid past your lips rest at the back of your throat. You involuntarily flexed around him, gagging. “Oh~, that’s the sound I like to hear.” He scrutinized you; as your eyes began to flutter he removed himself from your throat. Air burned in your lungs and fresh tears rolled over your face. A sob wracked you as your arousal spiked.

The way he used you was frightening, he knew things about your sexuality, you’d yet to discover.  

A hand gripping your face brought you away from your thoughts. “Back to me, again.” He repeated the process, rammed his dick into the back of your throat and sat there. He stroked your hair, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands, “I’m going to fuck this tight throat of yours until all you can do is moan. Wouldn’t you like that, pretty girl?”

You did like the thought, more than you wanted to admit. Yoongi pulled back and ground even deeper into your mouth. The burn of your stretching throat made your eyes roll back. The way he controlled you made you unspeakably wet. His grinding turned into powerful thrust as he made good on his promise and fucked your mouth. Your tongue lay flat against the bottom of your mouth as he plunged himself into you. Every thrust left you feeling deliciously full, then with every withdraw achingly empty. 

When he pulled himself free for the last time you moaned at how pretty and engorged his dick was. Your saliva made a sparkling line from his tip to your mouth in a way you could only consider to be art. A warm feeling spread inside as you looked to see his heaving chest and colored cheeks. He was coming apart, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

Yoongi shimmied his way back down your body and between your legs. The smell of your slickness intoxicated him. The demon pulled you up into his lap, your back resting on his chest. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his member against your core. “Still so fucking soaked, I promise you were made for this,” Yoongi whispered against the shell of your ear.  He held you in his arms as he rearranged the two of you.  Yoongi sat back onto the couch and placed you in his lap facing your bookcase. The demon placed his dick at your entrance and rolled his hips into you. The feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching had Yoongi on edge.

Full. Complete. Those were the only thoughts that entered your mind as you felt Yoongi’s cock pulsing inside of you. He stretched you and the momentary reprieve was appreciated. He hoisted you up by your thighs spreading them and dropped you back onto him. Euphoria snagged at the tendrils of your sanity. He kisses and sucked on the base of your neck as your head lay on his shoulder.

“Do you know how captivating you are bouncing on my cock? Lemme show you.” A mirror materialized in front of your eyes. You watched mesmerized by the way he thrust in and out of you. Your juices ran over your thighs and his as he fucked you. The pearl of your clit showed magnificently as it begged to be rubbed and pinched.  

“Oh fuck! You’re creaming all over me.” The sight of your pussy wide open and taking him so well had Yoongi ready to blow. The tension in his spine coiled tighter as he continued to fuck you. The little cross chain bounced with every thrust and movement. The demon gripped your thighs harder as he looked beyond the mirror to the line of fixed photographs. A devilish smile burst onto his face. As satisfying as fucking you was, he had a better idea.

You were so close when Yoongi stopped moving inside of you. You rolled your hips trying to find some friction to finally cum.

“Naughty. Don’t move “ Yoongi’s nails scraped the soft meat of your inner thigh.

You wailed angrily, “What?”

The demon pinched and pulled on your clit, you screamed at the sensation.  “I think you should be nicer, Pet. Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”  

Your screams quieted into whimpers quickly. “Now that your tantrum is over, you’re going to look at those cute little family photos while I fuck you into oblivion.” You could not deny his request as he thrust up into you again. He fucked you with deep hard strokes, stirring you up. You could feel the eyes of your family looking on as a demon edged you closer to orgasm every second.  “I wanna cum, fucking make me cum!” Your words were staccato as Yoongi continued to rail into you.  

He loved that you were making demands even with your arms still retrained. Yoongi watched as your gaze remained fixed on those pictures.  “You’re a cum hungry, slut. Look at you, pussy leaking all over while your family watches you get fucked by a demon. How does it feel to clench on my cock while granny watches over us?”   You moaned and clamped down harder than before. It wouldn’t be long before you came. Yoongi continued to spur you on with the nastiest of words. “You’re so close to cumming, Sweetness. I can feel it. Just let them know who and what fucks you so well. What’s got you right there?”

You couldn’t deny the tiniest tinge of guilt you felt as you took each and every one of his filling thrusts while your relatives eyes were glued to you, but you couldn’t fight the lust he plagued you with- nor did you want to.

“Y- Yo…” You attempted to replied only to have slurred, incoherent words escape between your moans.

“Use your words, little one.” He snarled, punctuating each word with a mind-blowing stroke. “Come on. Let’s hear it.”

“You do!” You finally muster out in the sweetest cry Yoongi had ever heard. “You, a- a demon.~” Your body trembled as your words fueled his speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your jaw to go slack.

“Damn fucking right I do.” Yoongi barked as he rose, lifting you with him. Moving his hands up your body, one quickly shot up to your hair- entangling itself in your messy mane, giving it a solid pull while his forearm wrapped around your neck.

The new position had him relentlessly slamming into your most sensitive spot at an overwhelming pace. A mix of throat-tearing screams and gasps for air left you as he drilled into your cunt. Biting and licking his way up, Yoongi placed his lips right beside your ear the second a thundering growl flowed out of him, “This is my pussy from now on, understand?” He grunted, his heated breath only enticed your incoming orgasm. “Under-fucking-stand?”

Frantically, you nodded to the best of your abilities, “Ye- Yes.~” You whined through your labored breathing, “Yes, Sir!”

You could feel his lip curl into a smile as he sharpened his thrusts, “Cum, babygirl-” He demanded, nipping at the crook of your neck. “Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your orgasm automatically hit you like a speeding freight train causing your jaded form to go limp in his arms as it unforgivingly sent you into that saccharine abyss. “That’s my girl.” Yoongi cooed against your sensitive skin while still pounding into you. He could feel your velvet tightening around him, practically begging him to cum. “Fucking hell..” He cursed as his movements sputtered, “You have me so damn close, princess. So damn close.”

Yoongi spilled his seed inside of you solidifying an “extended” stay in this realm.  He’d marked you as his own, no other thing would dare enter your home or you for that matter. His cock jumped as ropes of cum filled you.

Whatever strength you had left melted way as he came inside of you. You sighed, lost in the post-coital bliss. Yoongi placed you back onto the couch and slid from your heat with a hiss. He watched as his cum spilled from inside of you with heated eyes. The demon licked at his fangs, there were so many more ways to take you.  He was insatiable, but for now, he would let you rest.

You opened your mouth to speak only to find nothing coming out as he adjusted your position. Running his fingers through your hair, Yoongi hushed you- pressing his finger against his reddened lips. “Sh, sh- You don’t have to speak, my pet.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smile as your eyes shut. “I’m the best damn houseguest you’ve ever had.” He scoffed, “I guess I’ll have to thank that friend of yours sometime.”