#succubus!Kitty

[the-worm-king]

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[resinfossil]

I keep tossing around this idea in my head for an AU where instead of getting killed Ptolemy gets sealed away or sent to the future somehow and ends up as Mr. Button's apprentice sometime between GE and PG

I haven't worked out all the details but roughly what I'm imagining is this:

Ptolemy's cousin is paranoid that he might have found a way to cheat death, so instead of having Ptolemy killed, he orders the Roman magicians to seal him away

Due to Ptolemy's trip to the Other Place, this actually works

2128-2129 years pass

Kitty has started learning magic from Mr. Button and is trying to find more information on Bart's masters

Mr. Button buys a bottle or similar item that is believed to have a spirit trapped inside with the intent of asking the spirit some questions

Surprise! It's not a spirit at all, it's Ptolemy!

Kitty immediately sees the resemblance to Bartimaeus's favorite form and knows that if she can get Ptolemy on her side then Bartimaeus will be that much more willing to help her succeed at getting commoners and spirits to work together

(Of course there is a language barrier between Kitty and Ptolemy, and this isn't exactly something she can ask for Mr. Button's help with, so that part may take a while, but she's determined to make it work)

Not sure where the main plot would go from there, but I kinda want a version of the succubus scene where everything starts out pretty much the same except Ptolemy is also there, but when the succubus shows her true form the expression on Ptolemy's face morphs from polite interest to unfettered glee. He starts peppering her with a million questions that just came to his mind about the connections between a djinni's true form and their powers, why djinn almost never show their true forms on planes visible to magicians, etc.

This throws the succubus off long enough for Kitty to recover and give her her orders, by which point the succubus has decided that maybe this particular summoning won't be too awful and she's better off not being suicidally reckless this time.

Idk for some reason I just want Ptolemy to befriend the succubus (it would be completely platonic, just to be clear. Sooner or later Ptolemy would start summoning her without the magical safeguards like he did with Bartimaeus and his other djinn, which Mr. Button would not be pleased about when he finds out, and she'd just start hanging out in the house sometimes)

[neokitte]

Original character Zaki

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[starlitfunkster]

[LRG]'s giant Kirby OC post

And by giant.. I mean I redesigned most of my Kirby OC's. Two I did back in January, and also adding newcomers. In total, I now have six OC's. Most being puffballs.. one dubiously a puffball, one's apart of the Waddle Dee species, and one is part cat.

This is Sir Adne, one of the newcomers. He is an Ex-GSA knight, and one who's now training both Juniper and Locke. This is because he has orders from his Kingdom that he protects. He also looks after his crush, Princess Flora.

Speaking of Princess Flora, here she is! She loves flowers, her people.. and especially her knight, Sir Adne! Though she seems like the person who wouldn't fight, she'll join in if the situation calls for it!

Locke is a cat-like spirit in a puffball form who lost to Sir Adne. Now they follow him around idolizing him. They also are now training under him. Beware the yarn-bomb! It won't hurt, but you'll be immobilized!

Juniper is a shy, mute Waddle Dee that wears leaves on their head. They treat it like it's hair.. even if it is just a pile of leaves. They befriended Locke and wanted to be as strong as Sir Adne. So they began practicing archery in their spare time.

Cocoa is a child-hood friend of Flora's, and the artist within the Kingdom. She usually has two paint buckets, one filled with ordinary paint... the other has been spiked with all sorts of spices. It's best not to anger her...

Milo was once friends with Sir Adne, back when he used to work with the GSA. Now he's become a warlock and intends on striking his old friend down. But you have to wonder.. why is he doing this? Surely one's behavior wouldn't change over night.. right?

This is what Milo looks like when his eyes are not obscured. They look foggier when he was under that spell cast by Luna...

Luna is a Succubus in disguise as a puffball. As a result, she has no intentions of following through with her desires. Why would she? She prefers instead seducing men with magic and making them fight their friends. As such, she is considered the embodiment of Lust to some. Others think she's just a coward who hides behind strong men.

[neoarchipelago]

AU where Price finds a cat one day and brings it home. Turns out it's a witch!reader turned into a cat. She just pretends to be a cat because, well this is nice, no bills, it's warm, enough his big bear of a man had decided to feed you COOKED MEALS. And you're like, meh this is nice.

You sleep by his head during the night and purr against him when he has nightmares. One night you wake up to him having a particularly rough one and you decided to turn back into a human form, your naked body cuddling him closer. He wakes but in the haze of his dream doesn't seem to snap. After all, who's this person with his pretty cat's eyes? Who purrs and smells exactly like his little kitty.

In the morning he turns back to his little ball of fur and jokes about 'the weirdest dream he had last night'.

But he starts having other kinds of dreams... Where grunts and moans mean something different. He wakes up every morning and complains about that person he dreamt off and that he's having wet dreams about.

One night he's dreaming exactly of that and you turn back to human. Slip under the covers and grab his hard cock underneath the sheets. He wakes up with a growl as you stroke him. No words are spoken as you ride him, his hands all over your body as you both end up cumming together, him deep inside and you with the loudest moan ever.

He's a mess in the morning and you play it off as the nice kitty. After all, he's such a nice man to you. And you might be a bit naughty too.

It turns into a habit now, and he calls you his succubus, oblivious of who you truly are. And it gets more heated. You stay longer... You talk and cuddle but always leave before morning.

He's clueless, absolutely clueless. Until one day he's home too early. And you're in the shower. All naked and soapy. And when the curtain is nulled back roughly... You can't help but turn into a cat.

Poll right here for part 2?

[b1mbodoll]

˚ʚ masterlist ɞ˚

IVE

omorashi with wonyoung (wy holding)

g!p wolf hybrid wonyoung

cnc with yujin

cnc somno with wonyoung

g!p wolf hybrid wonyoung bitches you

TXT

perv! owner! soobin x cow hybrid! reader

giving yeonjun a bj while he’s driving

taehyun + degradation

ZB1

stepbrother! matthew

stepbrother! matthew pt. 2

stepbrother! matthew pt. 3

chikan + jiwoong

omorashi + jiwoong

hentai addict! matthew

mean dom! hanbin

&TEAM

wolf hybrid! nicho x bunny hybrid! reader

breeding with euijoo

cheating on euijoo with nicho (except ej knows)

hentai addict! stepbrother! nicho

nicho taking ur virginity

AESPA

noncon with ghostface! karina + ghostface! winter

g!p owner! karina x hybrid! reader

phonesex with winter

g!p stepmom! karina

aeri with sensitive tits

g!p stepsis! ning + drugging

dom! giselle

scissoring with winter

anal with g!p ningning

giselle x puppygirl gf

LOONA

g!p stepsis! yves

STAYC

inexperienced! stepsister! seeun

TWICE

g!p reader x milf! stepmom! jihyo

noncon with momo + jihyo

wolf hybrid! momo

hentai addict! mina

hentai addict! momo

ENHYPEN

making out with jake

omorashi with jay (reader holding)

omorashi with jay (jay holding)

omorashi with en- hyungline

dubcon breeding with heeseung

omorashi with sunghoon (sunghoon holding)

babytrapping with jake (both ways)

painal with jake

foursome with 02z

stepbrother! sunghoon

freeuse with stepbrothers! 02z

hentai-esque stepbro! jay

breeding with stepdad! jake

exhibitionism with stepdad! jake

stepbrothers! heehoon humiliating bf jake

tentacles with stepbro! jay

tentacle monster! jay

puppy hybrid! jake

cumeating with jake

perv! bff! hoon

stepbro! + hybrid! jake thoughts

bull hybrid! sunghoon

titsucking with en- hyungline

brat tamer! jake

kitty hybrid! jungwon

jay + bdsm

titty enthusiast jungwon

hoon x succubus! reader

panther hybrid! jay thought

stepbro! hee thought

bull hybrid! hoon thoughts

perv virgin jake x bimbo reader

hoon + dildo training

stepbrother! heeseung

jake punishing brat! reader thoughts

puppy jake + toys

pussy addict puppy hybrid! jake

wolf hybrid! jake x cat hybrid! reader

jay x reader cucking en- hyungline

exhibitionism with heeseung

biting with sunghoon

sugar daddy! jay

fingering with jakehoon

vamp! sunoo with an oral + tit fixation

cnc with vamp! jake

somno + anal with vamp! hoon

baby vamp! won

noncon biting with vamp! won

NCT DREAM

degradation with mark

babytrapping with jeno

RED VELVET

anal + omorashi with g!p seulgi

LE SSERAFIM

breeding with g!p yunjin

bratty stepsis! chaewon

sorority sister stepcest! with yunjin

sub! pervert yunjin

noncon with roommate zuha

g!p gamer sakura

bitching g!p yunjin

threesome with g!p kkura + g!p chae

yunjin + oral

sugary mommy kkura x brat reader

XDINARY HEROES

oral with hentai addict! jun han

jooyeon + overstimulation

[mimixmunson]

Giving head in his van. Eddie Munson x reader. Smut. Blurb.

🍒 Eddie shivered as you kitty-licked over his tip. He hadn’t touched himself all week, knowing his orgasm would be that much better when you were finally able to see each other again. And here you were, together. In his van, you’re kneeling in the footwell of the drivers seat, tucked between his legs with your face between his thighs. With one hand around his length, pumping up and down with your damp-from-spit hand, you trailed your tongue over his balls.

“Dirty little girl” Eddie spits down onto his crotch, his saliva dripping down his cock and onto his balls that you were paying close attention to. He tasted a little sweaty, hadn’t been home from work to shower yet, but you didn’t mind. He tasted like man. He tasted like Eddie. Kissing all over his sensitive sack you jerk his cock much faster and tighter than you were previously. Eddie head shoots back in pleasure as soft groans escape his lips. His fingers are intertwined in his curls as he needed anywhere to put them, he wanted you in control of his pleasure otherwise he’d be pushing your mouth down onto his cock.

You lead your tongue up his shaft, feeling each and every vein on your lip that followed afterwards. His cock was truly beautiful. A perfectly pink tip that was oh so sensitive, veiny and thick. Slightly more girth than length, and it lent slightly to the left. Oral wasn’t something you enjoyed giving until you met Eddie, his reaction to your touch always drove you to want to worship his body. Your head bobs up and down, trying your hardest to take every inch but you swore you could feel him deep in your throat. Your mouth makes wet sucking noises of desire, mixing a harmony with Eddie’s sweet moans and groans. “Princess, gonna cum.” He grunts, harshly gripping the seat with one hand and your arm in the other.

You can’t help but smirk at his words as you tighten the grip of your mouth with your lips, sucking him harder and faster until you taste him. The warm salty liquid drooling from his tip all over your tongue, you swallow mouthful after mouthful of his juice. Taking him out of your mouth to hold his hypersensitive cock, you kitty-lick the tip again and he is a picture. With a sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks he looks like he’s convulsing as you tease his post-orgasmed tip. Eddie takes his hands to cover his dick, hiding it from your ‘succubus’ ways.

He smiles from ear to ear, taking his thumb to your cheek and wiping up his cum from your lip. “As always, that was heaven.” He smirks and licks his thumb clean of his mess. “Was it as hot for you as it was for me?” You joke, giggling slightly at your own humour. Yeah you definitely sucked Eddie for your own pleasure. 🍒

[hanafubukki]

General Vanrouge: *stare at the reader for anything*

General Vanrouge: *go push the reader against a tree with a menacing aura*...are you some kind of succubus ? Why the hell I have this urge to go feral anytime I see you ? WHAT IS THIS SPELL ??

Reader: *not understanding anything but keeping poker face to keep her fatansies tame*...don't know ? Can I go cook the diner for everyone ?

General Vanrouge: *hisses and keep them close*

Hello Anonie 🌺🌻💚

When I read this, I had this image of a cat-eared General Vanrouge hissing at the Reader, with his hackles raised.

…honestly that’s such a cute image ☺️💞💞

Reader has more of a poker face than I do 🤣, I would be squealing inside and my face would have a flustered smile akwkdjsjs

Head repeating, “kabedon kabedon kabedon”

The camp is watching as General Vanrouge basically follows the human around, some are even taking bets on how long it will take for him to realize his feelings.

The last thing you ever expected was for General Lilia to have pushed you against a tree, not that he hasn’t done it before, but that was future Lilia and he was being extra teasing during those times.

General Vanrouge on the other hand looks like a cat with his fur raised, and you a threat to him…somehow.

You kind of wanted to pat his head to calm him down, but knew that wouldn’t go well.

“What have you done to me? Why do I feel this way for you?”

“What?”

“Why do I feel this way for you? Why do I care so much for you?”

Oh.

Oh.

You won’t laugh.

You can’t laugh.

Oh you are never letting Lilia live this down once you all escape this dream world.

But you can’t deny, this whole situation did...things to you.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean. Please excuse me, I should go help make dinner for the others.”

You slipped away from him, but you felt his heated stare the entire time.

Ahh General Vanrouge my Beloved Tsun kitty 💞💞

[tasteleeknow]

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s = smut | f = fluff | a = angst

OT8

hurt/comfort with skz | 4.6k f, a

inner child with skz | 4.5k f

CHAN

sweet | 4.1k s ↳ brothers best friend.

koala | 4.3k s, f ↳ roommates to lovers.

push, pull | 3.1k s, f, a ↳ established relationship.

between | 5k s, f ↳ established relationship. poly. [minho]

⇢ drabbles

LEE KNOW

taste | 4.3k s, f ↳ established relationship.

addicted to you | one week, homecoming | 3.1k s, f, a  ↳ established relationship.

bridges and storms | 3.2k s, f, a ↳ established relationship [husband!minho].

watermelon | 2.4k s ↳ established relationship [husband!minho].

bunny | one, two | 12.7k s, f, a ↳ stangers to lovers, neighbours!au.

horror house | 6.2k s, a ↳ enemies to lovers.

make a wish | 3.9k s, f ↳ established relationship.

lovely & sweet | 6.3k s, a, f ↳ virgin!reader.

goddess of lust | 3k s ↳ enemies to lovers.

camping | 2k s, f ↳ established relationship.

hello stranger | approx 50k s, f, a ↳ soulmate!au.

iridescent | 4.8k s, f ↳ fairy!minho, fantasy!au.

good kitty | 2.8k s ↳ established relationship.

spiderweb | 7.4k s, a ↳ roommates to lovers, brothers best friend.

strawberries | 5k s ↳ established relationship [minho]. boyfriend’s best friend [jisung]

warm | 2.8k s, f ↳ established relationship.

zipper | 9.8k s, f, a ↳ established relationship.

everything and no one | 14.3k s, f, a ↳ royal!au, prince!minho, maidservant!reader, forbidden love.

call of the siren | 5.7k s, f ↳ fairytale au, siren!minho.

feast | 2k s ↳ established relationship.

between | 5k s, f ↳ established relationship. poly. [chan]

honey | 3k s, f ↳ established relationship. poly [seungmin].

⇢ drabbles

CHANGBIN

lift | 2.9k s ↳ established relationship.

HYUNJIN

lollipop | 4k s, f ↳ roommates to lovers.

⇢ drabbles

JISUNG

given | 4.5k s, a ↳ succubus!reader.

strawberries | 5k s ↳ established relationship [minho]. boyfriend’s best friend [jisung]

FELIX

⇢ drabbles

SEUNGMIN

honey | 3k s, f ↳ established relationship. poly [minho].

JEONGIN

⇢ drabbles

[westernraspberry]

MONSTER HIGH LOOKBOOK ☠️

Frankie Stein: Fancy Top, Annie skirt, Bul boots, Valentines tights, punk rock earrings , glaring choker, extra long square nails

Draculaura: Hair n25, Yuno top, Sally skirt, Hot pink platform , socks, knitted socks, Cyber nails, succubus earrings

Clawdeen Wolf: Leopard Trimmed Jacket Tsr, heart skirt, Stazy heels, classic tights, socks heart garter tsr, extra long almond nails, heart choker, Kitty ears

Elissabat: Overconfidence dress, TU boots, Sarah choker, Incubus ears, stockings dump

Cleo De Nile: One Shoulder Blouse, Feel good inc pants, Franches Heels, Starry earrings, Kayla necklace

Ghoulia Yelps: Strawberry dress (its just the name I know those are cherries on the dress lol), Newrock boots, Belt bundle, Kimmy glasses tsr, Ripped tights, newrock socks, asphalt nails, Jenn's body set earrings, Heart charm necklace

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[megistusdiary]

i love how the arle spectrum stretches from her being the softest, most caring woman on earth to an absolute feral bitch in heat 😩 prime examples of the duality of man father tbh

omg hi ♡ also, help, you're so right- that's why she's my favorite little meow meow

aris land is so full of aus 😊🫶 idk if i have even touched on all of them here, but lmk if not 🤭

also lmk if i forgot any aus, there are so many

so, if i had to split them, it'd go something like this:

caring ♡

milf!arle

kitty!arle (90% of the time except when she is in heat)

fox!arle (same premise as kitty!arle)

ballet teacher!arle (strict, but more sensual)

knight!arle

tattoo artist/piercer!arle (despite looking rough, she treats you like a princess)

phantom!arle

feral 👹

ceo!arle

2000s!arle

bassist!arle (sometimes still 2000s!arle)

siren!arle

vampire hunter!arle (she knows you can handle it)

both?

professor!arle (she'll absolutely destroy you, then talk about how getting old sucks. BUT, TA!signora makes her want to ruin you worse than she can)

yandere gilded cage!arle (she can be gentle, unless you misbehave or she's bored)

vampire!arle (can be all tongue/teeth/blood, or her treating you like a porcelain doll)

succubus!arle (treats you like a toy, then scoops you up into her arms so gently)

[takiberry]

Succubus | nakakita yuma x reader 🛌

{ if uncomfortable with yuma smut, plz dni!! 🫧 }

surprise fic !!

synopsis : yuma came home late from practice ( and the gym.. ) to see you peacefully sleeping on his bed, and in his sweater, the idea of him fucking you while you sleep eventually pulls him in completely.

warnings : dom!yuma, somno, slight degrading, fingering, slight overstimulation, reader is blabbing half of the time, petnames, yuma has a senpai kink, reader is called “kitty” most of the time.

“wait ‘til you fall asleep.”

yuma walked into his bedroom after he showered, seeing you sound asleep on his bed. he smiled a bit, his snaggletooth resting on his lip before he closed his door and locked it. (perks of having his own room.) he dried his hair and threw his towel to the side before he stood near his bed, admiring how pretty you looked sleeping, his eyes darkening as they traveled down to your legs, you were wearing his sweater to help you sleep, how cute, you must’ve missed him so much. he bit on his lip as he saw how his sweater had gone up to your stomach, your thighs exposed to him, what shocked him was that you weren’t wearing any shorts or sweats. you’re usually always covered up, but tonight you wanted yuma to do anything he wanted to you, but he was a little oblivious to that, or so he thought.

his hands had moved to your thighs on their own as he spread your legs apart, his fingers slowly making their way to your underwear as he pushed them to the side before pushing two digits into you, watching your expression as he pumped them in and out of your pussy slowly, his other hand moving up inside the sweater to squeeze and fondle on your boobs as his fingers did wonders on you. you squirmed around a bit which startled him a bit but didn’t stop him from pumping his fingers quicker, he smirked as he heard you moan quietly.

“then i’m gonna take everything that i need.”

he chuckled to himself as he felt you clench around his fingers, his thumb found itself on your clit before he rubbed on it harshly, causing you to jolt a bit. “y-yuma..” you mewled out in your sleep as your hips squirmed around, yuma held your hips down with his free hand as he continued to pump his fingers into you at a quick pace. you clenched more around his fingers, he took notice on this that you’re about to cum. he chuckled again before he sped up his fingers.

“this rhythm very late at night, wants to feed on you.”

“go on, baby, you can cum, i know you wanna.” yuma said in a smug tone as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you quickly yet harshly, you whined and squirmed as you slept, you felt yourself release from the long awaited need to cum, coating yuma’s fingers in your cum and juices, he smirked before pulling them out, bringing it to his lips before he sucked the substance off his fingers, humming in content before he slipped out of his sweats, pulling out his cock before aligning himself to your pussy, he took a deep breath before pushing his cock into you, it took everything in his soul and body to not let out a moan, he didn’t want to wake you up.

“lemme suck your soul, baby we play the role.”

he waited a bit before he started to thrust himself in you at a slow pace, his hands grabbing your hips and gripping onto them tightly. you squirmed under his cold touch and moved your hips, small moans leaving your lips as his hips sped up, a content sigh leaving his lips as his head tilted back, the feeling of your walls around his cock, engulfing it so well drives him insane. he couldn’t help but started snapping his hips against yours, biting and kissing your neck, you woke up slowly as you moaned, your hand finding its way to his hair to run through. you let out incoherent sentences, unable to think. “aw, dumb kitty can’t even speak already? how cute.” yuma said with a scoff as his hips continued to snap against you as you only blabbed and moaned.

“begging in your good dreams, beware of how i make you feel.”

yuma pulled you closer to him as his cock buried deeper into you, no surprise with how strong he has gotten, especially with how much more he’d been working out. he moaned quietly as he thrusted roughly into you, the sound of skin slapping and his bed slightly creaking, oh how much more it turned him on, knowing anyone could hear you both right now despite it being late at night. he could care less, he wanted you and he knew you wanted him, his hips never stopped as his fingers found themselves back on your clit, rubbing on it at a quick pace, making you moan and mewl louder, his free hand covering your mouth as he continues his actions. a low chuckle leaving his lips. “you can take it baby, i know you can.” he said as he stared down at you, his eyes dark with lust as your teary eyed stared back at him.

“no need to be afraid, i’m not here to decieve.”

your boyfriend kissed your cheek sweetly whilst his hips did the most devilish movements known to mankind, he knew all the ways to make you feel good, the quicker ways to make you cum. “say my name, kitty.” he whispered to you as his cock hit against your favorite spot, you mewled out as you left scratch marks on his arm. “y-yuma..” you moaned out, gaining a scoff from him, tilting his head as he harshly fucked his cock as your spot, causing you to whine and moan loudly. “no, kitty. what’s my fucking name.” he said, a slight growl coming into tone as his cock abused your pussy mercilessly. “y-yuma-senpai!” you whined out as you left more scratch marks and squirmed around, unable to take it anymore ( liar. )

“i call you daddy, i will make it nasty”

“nuh uh, you’re gonna stay fucking still and take my cock until you’re crying, yeah?” yuma said as he continued to pound his cock into you, you only moaned and whined in response, unable to put together a coherent sentence at all, oh how yuma loved it.

“you should prepare for it, i put you on a sweet dream.”

there might be a part two, idk, but i hope u guys loved this surprise fic 🥹🥹, because i have fun writing it!!

@luvitria i saw ur yuma req and i decided to let you have this for ur friend who is whipped for yuma ( me too.. )

[xxsabitoxx]

Smile

Megumi x fem smexy cosplayer reader

Warnings: lingerie wearing, picture taking and mentions of getting turned on. Pretty tame shit ngl

Note: this is 100% inspired by that one Dress Up Darling scene. Iykyk ;) — enjoy !

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“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” Megumi groaned, checking the camera settings for a third time to keep himself occupied. “You’re the best Megumi, I really owe you one.” You chose to ignore his whining, instead adjusting the thin cloth that barely covered your breasts. You were dressed as a demon… in this cause it’s was a succubus. You were doing a sexy photoshoot that you planned on selling to fans of your content, some how you managed to convince Megumi to help you out.

“You owe me dinner at a fancy restaurant.” He mumbled, praying the pink tint on his ears wasn’t noticeable as you twirled around your mirror. The lingerie you were wearing kept absolutely nothing to his imagination. He was fairly certain one wrong move would have your breasts fully exposed to him — granted the cloth was just barely covering your nipples. The bottoms were no better, frilly lace clung to your lower half. The material was already riding up your ass, thigh high stockings were squeezing the plush of your thighs.

Your look was completed with tiny black demon wings and black horns, you had also gone with your natural hair since you said the wig didn’t fit the look like you had hoped. “With the money I’ll get for these pics? How about a rooftop dinner in Tokyo.” You laughed, turning to face him “all set?” Megumi nodded, struggling to keep his eyes just on your face. The only reason he had agreed was because he couldn’t fathom Yuji trying to do this for you… never mind a professional photographer. He respected your job nonetheless, people paid top dollar to view your more “scandalous” pieces.

“I’m thinking some normal POV shots on the bed first. Then I have something else in mind… but we’ll worry about that in a bit.” You crawled onto your bed, reaching for the small remote on your night table. The LEDs in your room shifted to red, Megumi relaxed a bit knowing you wouldn’t be able to see the blush on his cheeks. “We’ll do some normal lighting too…” you tossed the remote aside, positioning yourself to sit on the heels of your feet. You leaned back on your arms, the angle itself was enough to have Megumi’s face hot as he crouched down before you.

That’s how the first twenty minutes went, a mix between normal lighting and LED red lights, different angles for both you and him. Finally he was handing the camera to you, letting you look through the pics he had snapped. “Alright, these look pretty damn good for a first time photographer, Meg! Now let’s try a POV change.” You smiled innocently, kneeling on the bed with wide eyes staring up at him. Megumi took the camera back from you, forcing his heart to calm down before it flew out of his chest. “A POV change?”

“Yes, lay down on the bed.” Megumi’s brows creased, lips parting in surprise. “Trust me on this, please?” You pat on your comforter, waiting for Megumi to crumble and do as you asked. Of course, he did without much more hesitation. “I think I get where your taking this.” It was making butterflies frenzy in his stomach… even worse it was making butterflies frenzy a little lower than he wanted. He was flat on his back, expensive camera in hand as he watched you stand up on the mattress. “Try to avoid making this a whole kitty shot.” You laughed, placing your feet on either side of his midsection.

Megumi merely gulped, bringing the camera up to his face and peering at you through the tiny view finder. He made a point to completely bypass your barely covered cunt, instead panning the lenses up your body and snapping a few pics. You smiled down at him, doing different things with your hands and expressions every other click. “Alright next position.” You chimed in, briefly breaking the silence before crouching down. “Is it alright if I straddle you? I think they’ll go crazy for pics like this.” Megumi nearly gasped, not exactly sure if he could withstand feeling you on him like that.

“That’s fine.” His voice came out a lot steadier than he was feeling, still keeping the camera up to his face as you lowered your body weight onto his groin. “I-I…could you… maybe sit a little higher?” He couldn’t breathe for a moment after saying that, not expecting to feel your warmth so intensely. “Oh! My bad.” If you were at all effected by this situation, you didn’t show it. He took a second, trying to think of absolutely anything other than you. For the sake of his pride, he needed to not get turned on… though the twitch between his thighs wasn’t going anywhere.

You gave him a moment to settle, shooting a thumbs up when he positioned the camera over his face again. “Alright, these will probably be the last ones, Meg.” He only nodded, mind reeling with the embarrassment of the growing issue just inches below your ass. He felt a little calmer a few pictures in, maybe if he was lucky he’d get out of this with his sanity still in tact. That is… “fuck! Sor—“ you lost your balance mid-position shift. You landed with a soft thumb against Megumi’s raging erection. The camera was forgotten a second later, Megumi shooting up into a sitting position.

His face was scarlet but you couldn’t tell under the red lights. “Don’t. Move.” Megumi wasn’t even sure how to go about this. “Fuck… alright… I’m sorry…” he hushed you, eyes squeezing shut. “Or…what about…” you went against his commands, one hand ghosting up under his sweatshirt. “We could… take some pics together… maybe even a video…” you rocked your hips slowly, enough to earn a shaky gasp. “Y/n…” his jaw was clenched, hands grasping for the lace of your panties. “Hell… I’ll even give you half the earnings.” You winked, breaking the tension just a bit. Megumi swallowed “Whatever it takes… please.”

[anitalenia]

━━━ .°˖✧ opposites attract ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. one of my favs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

╰₊✧ ﾟOTHER LINKS . ྀི ⊹ masterlist | romance tropes | taglist | prompt list | symbol packs | dividers page

꒰ঌ group one ໒꒱

tall x short | sunshine x grumpy | golden retriever boyfriend x black cat girlfriend | nice x mean | introvert x extrovert | werewolf x vampire | hunter x creature | flirty x shy | aggressive x passive | brooding x gentle

꒰ঌ group two ໒꒱

funny x serious | death x life | god x worshipper | sun x moon | water x fire | cold x hot | angel x demon | holy x sin | heaven x hell | succubus x priest | ‘ugly’ man x pretty girl (jessica rabbit x roger rabbit) | yin x yang

꒰ঌ group three ໒꒱

all work x all play | dark defender x light liege | masc girl x fem boy | magical being x average human | clumsy x graceful | energetic x savvy/chill | sensitive x guard dog | smart x dummy | needing to be saved x always saving

꒰ঌ group four ໒꒱

tiny girl x huge guy | tomboy x girly girl | uptight x wild | gossiper x unbothered | summer x winter | jock x bookworm | goth x nerdy boy | smart ass x peace maker | confrontational x pacifist | family-oriented x no family

꒰ঌ group five ໒꒱

black x white | troubled x innocent | rich x poor | polite x hotheaded | ditzy x cool and calm | shoot first ask questions later x ask questions first shoot if necessary | focuses on small details x looks at the bigger picture

꒰ঌ group six ໒꒱

foodie x health enthusiast | bimbo x manly man (im talking flannels, beards, cabins, ykyk) | materialistic x doesn’t even own a pen | untrusting of people x overly trusting of people | negative x positive | starts fights x has to finish them

꒰ঌ group seven ໒꒱

love kids x hates them | loves pets x hates pets | pervert (flirty af) x naive | always making a move x oblivious to the moves | fuckboy x virgin | messy x ocd | anxious x unbothered | emotionally unavailable x overly affectionate

꒰ঌ group eight ໒꒱

always needs attention x gamer | romantic x can barely say I love you | home food x fast food | vegetarian x basically a carnivore | long hair x short hair | does all the work x pillow princess | loves dressing up x wears pajamas everywhere

꒰ঌ group nine ໒꒱

reckless and adventurous x terrified of any new experience | always getting injured x doctor | partier x homebody | smoker x drinker | hippie x white collar | saves money x spends every paycheck | makes plans and prepares for every scenario x goes with the flow ‘whatever happens happens’

꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

minimalistic x bohemian | dips fries in ketchup x drenches fries in ketchup | loves to dance x what’s a rhythm? | life of the party x hates attention | toilet paper facing you x toilet paper facing away from you

꒰ঌ group eleven ໒꒱

breaks a kitkat x bites into it like a madman | reecies x reesuhs | criminal x cop | butterflies x moths | shoplifts every time they go to a store x has never committed a crime | sneakerhead x heels | lipgloss x matte

꒰ঌ group twelve ໒꒱

team captain america x team ironman | mcdonalds x burger king | country music x rap music | early bird x sleeps in late | morning person x night person | sunset x sunrise | alfredo x spaghetti | shrimp x lobster | pepsi x coke

꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

wolf boy x bunny girl | thunderstorm x blizzard | stars x cloud | hello kitty x kuromi | atheist x bible thumper | loves laughing x barely smiles | round x thin | always takes pictures x hates having their picture taken

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

[sailoryooons]

Mine | One Shot | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x Succubus F. Reader

☾ Summary: Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

☾ Word Count: 14,864

☾ Genre: Smut, Horror, Thriller

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Buckle up bitches this list of warnings is going to exhaust even me. Overall creepiness, descriptions of liminal spaces, tons of mentions of subspace-like trances, Yoongi's mind is not always his own, unexplained happenings, Yoongi being manipulated subtly, written jump scares (like three of them?), nightmares, hallucinations, the cutest and also creepiest fucking little succubus you'll ever see, Succy (succubus reader) really likes Tokyo Ghoul that should be a hint, hints at eating raw meat (bleh), Yoongi turning against his friends, Yoongi feeling sick/depressed in a couple of scenes, Yoongi is literally addicted to eating reader out soiejijrghij, explicit sexual content including, spit play, nipple play, oral (f. and m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex in multiple positions, cum eating, switch dynamics between the two of them often, subspace mentions, fingering, ass play (m. receiving), just.... so many bodily fluids all the time, mentions of animal death (it is a cat and it's dead body is briefly described), a lot of confusion and pace changes as a style choice, Succy is literally obsessed with Yoongi so a lot of the pet name Kitty, very cringe behavior for some rando Yoongi met at a bar, ambiguous ending. I think that covers it idk this is almost 15k of pure nightmare fuel I will send you my therapists number alright

☾ Published: October 30, 2022

☾ A/N: If I have to write this authors note one more time because 'a wild tumbeast ate my fucking post I will scream. Do better Tumblr please stop eating my content over and over lmao. ANYWAY. SURPRISE THIS IS HERE A DAY EARLY. I have zero self-control and @gimmethatagustd told me to post it now so I really said fuck it we ball. I didn't use a beta for this one because I'm insane but I did edit it myself.... so if you see errors..... no you didn't. This one was so much fun to write and I hope you all love Succy as much as I do. She deserves the world she is very... scary and cute. 

HAPPY HALIWEEN!!!

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Friday nights are spent blowing off steam from work with friends. Yoongi has always lived a simple life, and he likes his Fridays like this: second person to the bar after Taehyung, a quick shot of whisky to take the edge off the day, followed by a whiskey neat and some fries from the kitchen that will still be a little unthawed in the middle. 

Yoongi loves his Fridays at Serendipity. 

The name is a bit of a joke, Jimin says. He inherited the old, rundown bar under another name from his abusive father after he passed away. Mysterious circumstances, the long-term patrons mutter into darkened ale and frosted mugs. Still, they come despite Jimin flipping the name. It was the only thing Jimin could afford to flip, the floors still the same sticky concrete that collect vomit, spilled beer, whiskey, and perhaps a little piss.

It's an ugly thing, with the vinyl stool covers splitting open to reveal guts of yellow foam, and countertops that need another layer of lacquer to fight the chipping from heavy mugs being slammed down every time Seokjin gets into an argument with one of the regulars. Yoongi tries to avoid the bathroom as much as he can. Jimin spent two weeks cleaning it and stocking it with a nice care basket with sprays, cotton rounds, and other products, only to have someone puke in it on the first night.

Yoongi doesn’t care that Jimin named the bar as a bit of an inside joke. Yoongi knows in his heart of hearts when he sees you that this moment is serendipitous.

Because when Yoongi sees you for the first time, the world ends.

Not really. But it feels that way the moment he turns at the bar. Perhaps he’s meant to see you – or perhaps it was by your design. He tilts backward when the door opens, searching for any sign of Seokjin who said he would be there in a few minutes.

And there you are.

Lights dim. The world takes on a muted feeling, like the two of you exist between murky, brackish water with something lurking just beyond the clouded space that he can’t quite make out. The roaring voices of the bar fade softly into the background until it’s just a buzz of pressure between Yoongi’s ears - or maybe that’s not right. Maybe it’s the buzzing pressure of awareness pressing on his spine and eardrums. 

It isn’t pleasant but it’s not… uncomfortable. 

It’s impossible to look away from you. He tries - tries to remember where he is. A bar, perhaps? Not this weird, opaque space where the only thing he can make out is the rogue on your lips, a spark in your eye, and the way you walk forward. No. Walk isn’t the right word. Glide might be more appropriate, he thinks. 

As you near him, Yoongi breathes in sharply. Something like cedar mixed with jasmine and amber makes his head spin. The world tilts and Yoongi begins to slide on its new axis until suddenly, the mist surrounding him shatters as his foot comes into contact with the ground, knee buckling under his weight as his hand flies to the bar to hold himself up.

He fell off of his stool.

Yoongi almost doesn’t believe it, except Taehyung is laughing so hard next to him that Yoongi flushes furiously. He slides back onto the stool, brows furrowed and head ducked down to hide his rapidly glowing red ears and face from you.

But then you speak, and Yoongi cannot fight the urge to look at you once more. It’s an instinct pulling him from blushing furiously in his lap to stare at you.

“Hi,” you murmur. Yoongi is a fish out of water, mouth parted slightly, heart racing. Jasmine. Cedar. Amber. It’s all he can smell. His head swims, mind foggy as he tries to string together words. “Is this seat next to you taken? It’s the only one empty.”

Is it? Yoongi can’t tear his eyes from you, but he could swear Old Ass Han had been sitting there before you walked in.

Old Ass Han is the least annoying of Jimin’s customers and sometimes Yoongi doesn’t mind when Old Ass Han rambles about his late wife. Yoongi has no idea how old Old Ass Han is, he just knows that he was ancient even when Yoongi studied as a high school student tucked in the far corner of the bar.

“Um, yes?” Yoongi says and it comes out like a question.

You grin at him and the world ends a second time.

Pleasure-laced fear shoots down his spine. Your teeth are white and straight, but he swears for a split second they were razor sharp. He shakes his head, dispelling a little of the floating feeling as he says, “Of course. Yes. Please sit.”

Yoongi holds his breath and averts his eyes as you slide onto the stool next to him.

It’s suddenly too loud in the bar, a cacophony of voices and chairs scraping against concrete. Yoongi can still smell you, making the world rotate awkwardly as he spins on his stool to find Taehyung staring at him, brows raise and barely concealing his laughter.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you fumble like that,” Taehyung murmurs. He loses control of his laughter and tries to hide it in his cup of cider. Yoongi flushes and angrily stares into his whiskey, hyperaware of you leaning on the bar to call the bartender’s attention. “I mean – she is – holy shit I never believed in faeries or witches before but there's no way she’s human.”

Yoongi opens and closes his mouth. He tries to find a response to Taehyung, but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and something tingles along every hair on his arm and neck, a sense of awareness as you lean on the bar, speaking to the bartender.

Again, your voice haunts Yoongi in a matter of seconds. He feels the need to turn and look at you again, but he doesn’t want to be weird. He’s already fallen off the stool once, and he doesn’t plan on further exacerbating his humiliation.

So, Yoongi remains facing Taehyung. Clutches his whiskey glass with shaking hands. Tries to take a breath – it comes out shaky – to calm himself. He has no idea what kind of delirium is threatening him every moment you’re next to him, but he wants to fight it - tries to fight it.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung’s brows twitch, mouth pouting. He ducks his head slightly, trying to find Yoongi’s gaze, but the older keeps his eyes fixed on the wood grain bar. Yoongi wants to look at you again. So bad. Wants to ask you your name. Wants to memorize the curves of your mouth. Wants to memorize every stroke of color in your eyes.

Want want want want.

A sudden throb pulses in Yoongi. He doesn’t know where it comes from, but he feels it bloom inside of him, unfurling with warm petals of want want want want.

The urge to turn and look at you gets stronger.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck –

Yoongi grits his teeth. Feels pressure at the back of his head, like there are featherlight fingers pressing into the base of his skull to urge him to turn around and look at you again. His muscles constrict and he feels himself start to turn, hips beginning to swivel in your direction, arms rigidly placed on the bar as if to fight his lower half.

When he doesn’t turn to look at you, Yoongi swears he imagines the light press of fingers turning into a steel grip. His eyes start to water and he clenches his teeth, feeling an immovable force on him pulling, dragging, tearing - and he lets out a small gasp, the grip on him so strong that he -

“Yoongi,” Taehyung says again, voice firmer. Yoongi looks up this time, eyes soft and round, face flushed. There’s a little sweat collected on his brow, and Yoongi feels a dull throb at the back of his head like a fading migraine. “What’s wrong?”

“Um-“ he cuts himself off and clears his throat. The pressure on his head is gone, but the menthol-cool, awareness of you is not. “Maybe too much to drink? It’s been a stressful week, I think I knocked these back too quickly.

“You do look sort of flushed.” Taehyung raises his brows. “Maybe water?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Water, please.”

Taehyung asks for water when the bartender returns with your drink. Yoongi doesn’t look at you, though he can see from the corner of his eye you’re looking at him. He grits his teeth and stares at the mismatched, colored bottles behind the bar. None of its top-shelf – Jimin certainly cannot afford it – but it doesn’t need to be.

A glass of water appears in front of Yoongi in time for Seokjin’s arrival. The pressure in Yoongi’s skull doesn’t return, and the tingling along his nerves like an electric current dies down a little. He still feels shaken as he sips the water, freeing up the dry feeling on his tongue.

Seokjin nestles between Yoongi and Taehyung, ordering himself a drink. Jimin appears around the bar this time, finally done with his bookkeeping in the back, and slides a beer over to Seokjin. Yoongi watches the way Jimin smiles at them before his attention falters and slides to you sitting next to Yoongi, making Jimin blink rapidly a few times.

Irrational irritation flares in Yoongi for a split second. Though his attention is on his friend and watching Jimin reacts to you sitting in Old Ass Han’s place, it occurs to Yoongi that he doesn’t want anyone else to compete with him.

Not that he stands a chance. But for once in his life, Yoongi wouldn’t mind being the one to take someone home. Why can’t it be him? He saw you first. You’re sitting next to him.

Just as Jimin’s eyes glitter, turning to half-moons as he smiles at you, Yoongi spins in the chair, giving you his full attention. Your eyes turn to meet his and Yoongi is falling into them, no end in sight.

“Hi again,” you greet, voice velvet. “You have pretty eyes.”

“All right, hyung,” Jimin murmurs. Yoongi isn’t looking at Jimin, but he can hear the smirk in his voice as Jimin retreats to their friends.

“Thanks,” Yoongi murmurs. He allows himself to drink you in. His head begins to buzz like he’s had too much whiskey, his tongue heavy and cotton-fuzzed in his mouth. “You have a pretty… everything.”

You have to know how beautiful you are. A deity beneath silk-smooth skin. But you duck your head, a shy giggle leaving your lips. You have the decency to look shy, averting your eyes, lip tucked between teeth.

Perhaps later Yoongi will be embarrassed by the honesty. But right now, it’s all he can do to keep his heart rate normal. You are incredible to look at. Taehyung was right – perhaps not human.

An unnatural glow hums under your skin. Your eyes are vivid, drinking him in with a spark that Yoongi swears echoes a deep flame in the pit of his stomach. He wrestles with himself, his hands fighting a magnetic pull to reach over and brush his fingers across the canvas of your skin.

Yoongi won’t be able to stop if he touches you. His thoughts repulse him – you’re a stranger. Someone he doesn’t know. Someone his mind is begging to violate. He fists his pants, flexing the muscles of his hands and willing the strange pull toward you to go away.

He doesn’t even know your name and Yoongi feels like Pandora, watching you with coveted desire and shaking, greedy hands. Fuck he wants to pry you open and see what treasure lurks beneath the surface.

“What’s your name?” You ask him. You stir a beverage straw in your drink – an Old Fashioned. His lips twitch in a smile at your taste in drinks as he offers you his name. “Yoongi,” you repeat back. The way his name melts in your mouth like sugar entices him. “Cute. You’re cute.”

Yoongi flashes you a shy smile, echoing yours. You share a laugh, his rough and scratchy as he chews the inside of his cheek nervously, yours light and floating. It echoes in his ears and Yoongi loses his sense of self, thoughts drug-laced with only you.

And then your lips are on him and once again, Yoongi swears the world around him has fallen to destruction.

It’s hard to remember the order of events. Yoongi doesn’t care. Your mouth is sugar-sweet and hungry, licking into Yoongi’s open-mouthed kisses as he presses you against something firm. He wants to melt into you, your skin like fire under his seeking hands, your breath delicate and soft against the empty air of what he thinks is his apartment as his lips attached to your neck.

Even your skin tastes sugared. A delicacy for him. For his mouth only.

Mine. The word echoes across his mind, but not in is own voice. 

You writhe underneath Yoongi’s hands. He squeezes the flesh of your lips, tongue snaking out to lick a broad stripe of skin up your neck. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging slightly, just enough to make him groan against your skin.

Yoongi is painfully hard. His cock throbs in his pants, the material restrictive and making the ache so much worse. He grinds his hips against yours, mouth sucking viciously at your collarbone, the top of your cleavage, anywhere he can taste you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your head thudding against the wall behind you. Panting, you hike up one of your legs, wrapping it against his waist to pull him in tighter to you. Yoongi whines as you connect your mouths again, tongue and teeth, and spit as you grind against him. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Have me,” he mumbles sucking your tongue into his mouth. You moan, deep in your chest. He swears for a second it’s like a growl. Thinks nothing of it. Just pushes against you hard, cock pulsing. “Whatever you want.”

“Please.”

Yoongi never wants to hear you beg again. Or maybe he doesn’t want you to stop begging. He can’t make up his mind as he pulls you toward a room – his room. Yes, you’re both in his apartment. That’s his slate grey couch that you’re stumbling past and that’s his sheets that you fall backward against.

Licking his lips, Yoongi takes a moment to look down at you. You’re splayed out for him, unfurling in his sheets. He knows tomorrow morning they’ll still smell like you – jasmine, cedar, amber. You look divine, a flower unfolding delicate petals, open for him.

Only for him. Mine. 

You wrap your legs around Yoongi, pulling him flush to the edge of the bed. You release him and press your feet to the bed, knees resting against his hips. You blink at him through fluttering lashes and starry eyes. He’s never seen anything like you. He never will again. He knows it.  

“God damn you’re beautiful,” Yoongi murmurs, the words slipping through his lips, unrelenting.

The stars in your eyes vanish. Yoongi recoils, seeing the fathomless black threatening to eat him alive. He begins to pull away, terror shooting through his chest, sharp and angry. You squeeze your knees against his hips, nearly shattering him. Your mouth is a gash of red with rows and rows of black teeth, churning and churning.

“Don’t speak his name here,” you hiss, words slithering in layers of many different voices. “Never again.”

Yoongi blinks and you’re blushing as you look up at him, knees splayed like butterfly wings, open for him. Just for him. He smiles at the way you giggle and hide behind a hand. “You’re so sweet.”

“You are beautiful. I swear it.”

“Touch me.” Your voice drips honey-sweet on his senses. “I want to feel you, Yoongi. Please.”

There is a prickling sensation like fear at the base of his spine but Yoongi can’t remember why as he smiles at you lazily, dipping down between your legs. He props himself above you, hands planted on the mattress on either side of your head to cage you in.

“Ask me again.”

“Please. Please please please-“

Yoongi swallows your begging tongue first, delving into your luscious mouth.

It’s been a long time since he’s been in his room like this with a partner, much less with someone who looks the way you do, but Yoongi’s hands are confident as they sweep up your sides, pulling the fabric of your shirt up with his hands as they go. You lean upward, letting him pull it off you before it flies from his hand somewhere in the room.

The lights are off in his room, but a silver shaft of moonlight spills through the window to paint you silver. Your eyes reflect the light as you drink him in, his hands brushing up your arms, warming your skin as he traces them to your tits, palming them generously over your bra.

A sigh escapes through your parted lips, red lipstick smeared artfully from the clash of mouths and tongues. He dips back down, tongue hungry for your sugar-warm taste and the liquid heat of your mouth.

Yoongi is dizzy. He’s a little off balance as he breathes you in. Your fingers pull through the strands of his hair, hips canting upward as he reaches around to unclasp your bra, peeling the unwanted layer from you.

Heated, shameless eyes meet his. You tilt your chest toward him, eager for his mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat, placing wet kisses over the tops of your breasts, more tongue and spit than lips, leaving a slick trail to your right nipple. Yoongi’s mouth is possessive, sucking your pert but between his lips and flicking it lightly with his tongue, looking up where your lips part in the moonlight to let out a soft moan.

It spurs him further, plucking your nipple with his teeth, pulling any sound he can from you. He gets a loud whine then and you wiggle your hips under the weight of where his waist is pressed into yours. Grinning, Yoongi repeats the motion, giving a generous suck before pulling away with his teeth, gentling scrapping your peak.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Feels so good.”

Yoongi trails chaste kisses from one nipple to the other, giving it the same attention. He snakes a hand down your body, fingers dancing across heated skin to pull at the zipper on your jeans. His hands tremble, making it difficult to free the first button.

Reluctantly, Yoongi pulls his mouth away from your breast, a glossy strand of spit connecting his mouth to your swollen skin as he looks down, using both hands to pop the button on your pants and tug violently at them.

“These jeans are the fucking devil.”

“Yes,” you murmur, so quietly that he can barely hear you. He gets them to your ankle, yanking one more time and tossing them. He loses your hushed words in the rustle of clothes hitting the floor when you whisper, “I am.”

“Hmm?” he asks.

You silence his question by pulling his shirt over his head, leaning to capture his exposed chest with your tongue and teeth. Yoongi stands between your legs, head falling tilting toward the heavens at the worship of your mouth.

Deep groans leave his mouth. You bite more than you kiss, but Yoongi likes the way your mouth leaves a trail of little teeth marks, your mouth pinching his flesh before your tongue soothes it. You have him trembling, nearly making him double over as your hand presses over his clothed cock firmly, applying the pressure he needs.

It’s not enough.

Every part of Yoongi feels exposed. Even half dressed, the world is brushing against him raw, every touch of your hands like pleasure and torture, every fan of your breath like the coldest breeze on a hot summer day.

None of the sensations make sense but he feels high – higher than that time he and Jimin took shrooms at that one festival in college where the lights had whispered secrets of the forest to Yoongi and where he had tasted something beyond what he could describe.

But under your carnal touch, Yoongi knows that is nothing compared to this. Nothing compares to the way you work his jeans down to his midthigh, too impatient for him to kick out of them before you’re dipping a hand in his briefs and taking his cock into your hand.

“Holy fuck,” Yoongi gasps, nearly toppling backward. Your grip is firm, strokes deft and confident and oh my god he might come like this.

You lean up to teeth at the pulse point of his neck as your tongue darts out to take a firm lick. “There is nothing holy about me, Min Yoongi,” you murmur against his neck. He shivers, eyes rolling behind closed lids as you speak. He can feel the trace of your incisors, sharper than he remembers against his skin.

Stars dance behind his eyes. You pull your hand away from his cock, making him protest. You hush him with a bite against his shoulder, sharp enough that he thinks you break skin. He doesn’t open his eyes, letting his world sweep from under his feet as you turn him and knock him onto the bed.

When the feeling of spinning stops a little, he blinks his eyes open to help you peel his clothes the rest of the way off. You’re fully naked and Yoongi doesn’t know where to keep his eyes. The swells of your breasts, marked with bite marks and spit from his mouth, the curves of your stomach and waist as you climb atop him, predatory and eager, or the glistening slick of your thighs where you’re dripping for him.

“Come here,” he demands. He’s dying to have you on his tongue, knows you’ll taste saccharine. He grabs your thighs harder than necessary, zeroing in on your pussy as he pulls you toward his mouth. “Wanna fucking taste. Bet you’re fucking delicious.”

You hum in delight, a lethal smile on your face as you crawl up to where he wants you, knees firmly on either side of his head. Yoongi lets out an appreciative noise. Your cunt is sticky and glossy for him, the perfect meal.

With gentle fingers, he parts your folds gently to reveal your slick, clenching hole and needy clit. Yoongi is eager, a finger trailing up and down your warm slit as he lets out a moan.

“Fucking wet,” he whispers before leaning up for a long, slow lick.

Stars explode behind his eyes. He hums in delight, shivering at the taste of you, heady on his tongue. He repeats the motion a few times, flattening his tongue for a slow-drag, appreciative lick up your cunt. He feels the way you drip into his mouth, spill on his chin and he can’t help but curse, at how addictive this feels.

You moan when he dips his tongue into your entrance, gathering your essence on the tip of his tongue before he drags it soft-slow up to your clit, circling your bundle of nerves lazily. Yoongi pulls your clit into his mouth with gentle lips, feeling the way it pulses as he sucks gently.

The sounds you make above him spur him further. He alternates between sucking your clit delicately and butterfly-soft tongue flutters, watching your mouth go slack as you watch him. The more you drip into his eager mouth, the greedier Yoongi gets, fastening his entire mouth on you and sucking harshly.

It becomes sloppy and imprecise. Yoongi can’t decide where he wants his mouth most. He can’t remember ever feeling this lightheaded from oral, much less giving. But he’s starstruck under you, sucking and sucking and sucking – fuck he doesn’t know if he’s even taking breaths.

“Feels so fucking good,” you whisper, a hand going to knot in his hair. His scalp tingles pleasantly where you hold onto him, his eyes fluttering shut. Your hips move slowly over his face. “Fuck keep going.”

Pride swells in his chest. Your voice is airy, breaths short and stilted and overwhelmed as he eats you vigorously. His fingers dimple your skin, pressing into the meat of your ass as he rocks you on his tongue, jaw slack, tongue flat for you to let you fuck yourself on his face the way you want.

Yoongi feels you drip down his face, hears the wet-smack of his mouth against your cunt. He moans. Buries his face further, letting you grind yourself on his nose, chin, mouth lips, anything. He doesn’t care, sticky-coated to the jaw, so fucked out from pleasing you that he almost blacks out when you cum.

Something happens.

He doesn’t know how to describe it – it’s like for a moment, everything goes dark. Perhaps he does blackout. Perhaps he wasn’t breathing. He can’t remember. All he knows is that between one heartbeat and the next, there’s a moment of pure darkness accompanied by a laugh that chills his spine.

And then your mouth is on him, spit and cum making the glide of your mouths sticky-sweet.

Yoongi sucks your tongue into his mouth, pressing his fingers gently to the back of your head, pulling you closer closer closer. He just wants you closer, his stomach burning with a sudden hunger for you. He feels on fire, skin too-warm where your chest slides against his, sweaty and flushed.

Sheets stick to every part of him. He’s aware of the sweat that slides down his neck, a cool finger of relief as you press him further and further into the mattress. He feels like he’s sinking, entering a new domain where he’s no longer in his room – he's just with you. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Your fingers claw at his hair, pulling the strands to pin him to the mattress as you lift yourself, looking down at Yoongi. He blinks, stars in his eyes as he starts up at you, looming. Glowing. Beautiful. His hands are on your hips, a sparking current humming just beneath the surface of your skin.

You feel alive and vibrant.

A moan escapes Yoongi’s mouth, pleasure rolling through him as you grind your cunt on his throbbing cock, warm and wet. His eyes flutter, Yoongi squirming under you, legs kicking and twitching as you tease him. Just the glide of you on his shaft makes him shiver, the pit of his stomach clenching.

“Please,” Yoongi rasps. His fingers dig into your hips, begging. Pleading. Desperate. “Please please please please.”

“You look so pretty when you beg.” Your grinding increases and the room spins. His hands fall from your hips to the sheets, fingers fisted tightly in the fabric. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi. My Yoongi. Mine. Mine mine mine.”

Your words are lost on him. There’s only the firm touch of your hand against his cock, gripped tight at the base as you lift yourself. He feels his cockhead catch on your swollen entrance and he lets out a strangled noise. He doesn’t know if he can stop himself from cumming. He is bursting at the seams with heat, an inferno so intense he swears that the world catches fire as you slide down his cock, warm and tight.

“Shiiit,” Yoongi hisses. He takes a deep breath and holds it, hips twitching where you straddle his waist, letting him suffer beneath you.

“Feels good.” You lean forward, hands pressed to his chest to support your weight. Yoongi’s eyes flutter open. He blinks at you through wet lashes. The room is so dark he can only make out the barest features on your face, but he sees your eyes clearly. Looking at him. Watching. Hungry. “So good,” you repeat. “So fucking deep.”

Nails bite into the skin of his chest. He feels his skin smart. The hot bead of blood that forms. He doesn’t care, watching as slowly, you lift your hips, your walls hugging every inch of Yoongi. He lets out a shaky breath, hands settling on your waist. He plants his feet in the bed, angling himself better as you reach the tip of his cock before sinking back down.

Heaven and hell. Yoongi wavers between both, gritting his teeth to keep from coming, to keep the feeling of you gripping him tight going. He doesn’t want it to end, it feels so good but it’s wonderful agony, fighting the curl in his stomach, the twitching of his abs, the threat of exploding.

Yoongi's eyes are drawn to where you fuck yourself on him, sticky arousal turning silver in the single shaft of moonlight that spills across the bed where you’re joined. He can’t look away, entranced by the wet smack of your ass on his thighs, the way you just fucking take him.

It lights a fire in him more intensely than the solar flare that threatens to send him spinning into his orgasm. Yoongi growls, digging his nails into your skin, half-moons on smooth flesh as he grits his teeth and fucks up into you. You gasp, nails raking down his chest as he jostles you. His breath comes out as stilted hisses behind clenched teeth.

“Touch yourself for me,” he grits out. “Wanna feel you come all over me – please.”

“Gonna,” you pant, head falling to his chest, claws leaving pink lines on pale flesh. You slide one hand down his body, making him groan as he fucks you with abandon. You gasp, hand working your clit between your writhing bodies. “Gonna come.”

“Please - for me.” He thrusts hard, thighs trembling with the effort, holding his breath as his muscles squeeze. He can feel you tense, pussy clenching so tight he curses and stops, letting you pulse around him as you moan and an unintelligible string of curses that sounds... like another language. “Fuck, just like that.”

Yoongi feels himself come apart. His universe shatters and he floats among the stars. Weightless. Happy. Tired. He feels nothing and everything, a soft frequency of... something dancing along his skin. A soft buzz. Pleasant and warm.

He doesn’t know how long he exists in that space. He can still smell notes of cedar, jasmine and amber. It's stronger now, with a touch of something else... something burning. He leans into the smell and it wraps around him, soft hands around his middle and petal-soft lips against his cheek.

Yoongi becomes vaguely aware that it’s you curled into his side, nose hidden in his neck, chest rising and falling against his arm. It grounds him a little. Brings him back into a dark room that is too obscure to be sure it’s his bedroom at all.

As he drifts off into sleep, he remembers the feeling of your tongue against his neck and nothing more. 

-

Cedar. Jasmine. Amber.

It wakes Yoongi up. His stomach feels empty. His hands seek your warmth, palming your ass, pulling your hips flush to his. He doesn’t open his eyes, content to feel your heat. Again, something like electricity thrums under your skin, tickling his wandering hands.

Your mouth catches his. Pulls him further from sleep. He feels his skin ache from your teeth and nails the night before. Feels the weight of something inside of him that wasn’t there before, although he cannot put into words what it is.

Even in the morning, your mouth is sweet. Gluttonous. You suck his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling softly followed by a light giggle. He smiles into the next kiss, sloppy and filled with too much tongue but he lets you taste him.

Yoongi swears there is an echo of your taste from the night before. It’s enough to kickstart desire in him, detaching his mouth to plant kisses down your neck. Chest. Stomach. His tongue licks a trail down your velvet skin.

In a shuffle of sheets and skin, you lay back for him, pliant. He’s awake now, pressing your thighs open, teeth nipping the tender flesh. You giggle and the sound makes him pause, lips pressed to your leg, eyes looking up at you in the dim light of the morning. Or night. It’s hard to tell what time it is, here with you in this bed.

Glowing eyes look at him. Round. Soft. Curious. You watch Yoongi with rapt attention, lip pulled between your teeth. Spread. Eager. Ethereal.

Yoongi drops his gaze, groaning when he sees how fucking wet you are. He pulls you closer, sliding a hand under your ass to provide support. Curious, he brushes his thumb up and down your folds, collecting your essence as he does.

“So swollen and wet,” he mumbles, morning voice deep and scratchy. “You’re always so ready to be eaten, hmm?”

You nod. “Please, Kitty.”

The new nickname makes him pause, thumb resting on your clit. He can almost feel your cunt throb under the pad of his finger as he applies a little pressure, watching you whine and kick your legs a bit. He grins.

“Kitty?” he asks as he resumes playing with you. His thumb dips into your hole, ring of muscles clenching around him. His grin spreads as he pulls it away, watching you fight with the loss.

“You have- ughhh – cat eyes. Pretty. Soft. Smart. Kitty.”

He hums, dipping his head forward to give you a single kitten lick. He shuts his eyes and sighs heavily, your taste heavy on his tongue. You taste just as good as the night before. “Cute,” he murmurs, more to himself. “I like it, baby.”

Yoongi doesn’t wait for a response. He presses in, tongue lapping at you hungrily, refusing to let you drip without his mouth for another moment.

-

Greedy.

You’re greedy. You always are. Yoongi isn’t sure what day it is. It might be the same night as when he brought you home or it could be the weekend or it could be next week. He somewhat remembers the taste of a meal. Some cool water. But he doesn’t recall when he made it or when he showered.

He only knows he showered because he smelled the mint soap on your skin a few moments ago when you had your mouth attached to his throat.

Now, your mouth swallows his cock whole, throat pulsing around him. He curses, fingers twisting in your hair as he listens to you choke. Feels your drool dripping down his thighs. You relent, pulling back with a slick sound. He looks down at you between half-moon eyes, lashes fluttering.

You’re a vision: bruised lips smeared in spit and cum, chin covered in slick, watery, round eyes that blink up at him, innocent despite the fact that you rub the flushed tip of his cock against your abused mouth.

“Fuck,” he swears, watching your devilish tongue snake out to lap at his dark tip. “Fucking cock hungry, huh?”

You nod your head, trailing your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, taking time to suck slopping kisses to his skin. He can’t look away, even as you pump him lazily with your small hand, ravenous little mouth sucking coyly at his balls.

His fist tights in your hair. You look up, tears spilling over rounded cheeks. You look angelic at that moment, weeping before him. He nearly busts right there.

“Does Kitty like when I do that?” You ask softly, voice almost a whisper. Your voice changes, he’s noticed. Sometimes coming out dark velvet, other times tangerine-sweet. “Am I a good girl, Kitty?”

You always call him that. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but with a mouth full of his precum and neck covered in his teeth marks, Yoongi thinks you can call him whatever the fuck you want. He’s never seen a creature so drunk off fucking him before and he’s no better. All he wants to do is fucking live in you.

“Such a good girl,” Yoongi promises. He holds your head with one hand and your chin with the other, pulling your bottom lip down with one thumb. His touch is soft and reverent. You preen for him, smiling around his thumb as he slips it in your mouth and presses on your tongue. Feels the spit and god knows what else there. “Come on, baby. Suck.”

And you do. Yoongi’s eyes roll back in his head. He falls backward on his bed and it feels like he has passed through a portal to somewhere else. He floats. All he knows is your mouth, unforgiving. Your tongue, sinful.

And when Yoongi comes down your throat, and when you pull off of him and smile at him with the slow drip of it, Yoongi feels like he’s in fucking heaven.

-

Monday he calls out of work.

Crunching numbers at an accounting firm seems like hell in comparison to where he is now. You’re bent over the kitchen counter, drooling on the granite as he slowly drags his cock through your drenched heat. He ignores the spilled glass of water next to you. Instead, he watches himself disappear deep into your cunt, collecting cream on the base of his cock every time he pulls out.

Yoongi senses you looking at him. You are, eyes intense and heavy. Your gaze shifts so often he can barely keep up – thinks maybe he imagines the way you go from soft, round-eyed sweetheart to a siren-eyed vixen.

It’s the vixen look at him now. And as though you can read his mind, you slick your tongue out of your mouth, bubble gum pink and eager, eyes dragging down to where he works himself in and out.

Yoongi pulls out slowly, running a finger along your arousal smeared along his shaft, and leans forward, thrusting in hard. You pant, tongue still out and eyes focused on his as Yoongi delicately places his cum-slick finger in your mouth. Presses your cream on your tongue.

Your lips close around his finger, tongue swirling around the digit as you shut your eyes and hollow your cheek, gently sucking your arousal until there’s nothing left.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers, in awe of you.

And you are. There’s nothing you won’t do for him. Nothing Yoongi won’t do for you. So he slams into you, deep deep deep, and grunts until you’re coming around him for what feels like the hundredth time since he’s met you.

-

Yoongi startles awake. He blinks away a dream that he immediately cannot remember. His skin is clammy and his sheets stick to him all over. He kicks them off, heart hammering as he jumps to his feet, trying to get away from the bed.

He doesn’t know why, but he feels danger near him with every slam of his heart.

For a few moments, he’s in total darkness. He can’t make out the shape of his dresser. Or the pile of clothes in the hamper. He can’t see any light filtering through the window. He knows there’s a streetlight out there – why isn’t the light streaming through his curtains?

Panic threatens to seize him. He takes a deep breath and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing fiercely. He opens them, bursts of starlight blinding him until they fade finally and he can see.

There’s a shadow in front of him, all razor teeth and red eyes.

Yoongi screams, flinching backward. He topples over and feels weightless like he’s falling through time and space. The moment of fear stretches out long – too long – and for a second he thinks he will die. His heart is beating too hard in his chest, his mind is screaming too loud, and the adrenaline threatens to crack him open and spill out on the floor.

He hits the curtain behind him and fists the fabric, ripping the entire rod and holders down backward as he goes. Streetlight pours into the room. He thrashes, blind and screaming among the now ruined curtains, the curtain rod, and drywall dust.

Yoongi frees himself, grabbing the rod to defend himself against the creature in a last-ditch effort to live.

Grey light saturates the room. There’s no shadow creature with teeth and red eyes. There’s just you in the middle of his bed, the reflection of the street light turning your doe-eyes to glowing coins. You’re in a t-shirt of his, soft and crinkled, hair messy. Lip trembling.

“Kitty?” Your voice is small. Almost childlike. “Kitty are you okay?”

The panic beat of his heart slows. He swallows down nausea and realizes his shaking, the remaining waves of adrenaline taking their toll. Yoongi lets go of the curtain rod and nods, pressing his head into the wall.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps. Throat dry. You move on the bed – more of a prowl – and you flick the lamp light on. Warmth rushes into the room and with it, relief. “Thank you.”

“What happened, Kitty?”

“A nightmare. I got up and … I don’t know. I thought I saw something.”

You sit on your knees. Hands in your lap, one palm splayed on your thigh, the other lifted toward him. Beckoning. Open. Warm. Safe. He peels himself from the wreckage by the window and walks toward you, feeling as though there is a string between you and him, tethering you to him. Reeling him in.

When Yoongi’s hand touches yours, exhaustion bleeds into him. Safe. He is safe. You smile and there are no razor teeth. Just kiss-stained lips as you shuffle backward, pulling Yoongi back into the bed.

“Come sleep, Kitty.”

“Okay.”

Carefully, he turns off the lamp. The streetlight floods his room now, but it’s comforting, the grey wash of the world enough that he can see anything creeping in the shadows.

Eventually, he falls back asleep with the slow drag of your hand back and forth across his forehead, and your mouth pressing gentle sucks to the side of his throat.

-

“Where are you going?”

Yoongi almost smiles at the pout on your face. You stand in his kitchen, brows pinched, mouth furious. You’re in another one of his shirts – there is nothing else for you to wear. His grin spreads as he comes around the counter, placing his messenger bag down.

Somehow you seem so much smaller in the daylight. Yoongi swears when you’re riding him in the early hours of the morning or when he has you on all fours fucking you deep into his mattress, you’re a force to be reckoned with. A fierce creature feeds on carnal pleasure only.  

But now in the light of day, with your bottom lip jutting out and scowling brows, Yoongi thinks there is nothing more adorable. His perfect baby. You reach out, opening and closing your hands and he laughs.

“Work,” he answers gently, pulling you toward him. You don’t fight him. You never fight him. Yoongi is always your top priority – you’ve made that obvious. He smells the cedar. Jasmine. Amber. His head swims and for a moment, he forgot what you asked.

Moments like this with your skin touching, that high-frequency current that is unfamiliar but feels so good – Yoongi forgets himself. Every time he touches you, he’s somewhere else.

His phone rings and he remembers he’s supposed to leave. “I have work.”

Your scowl gets worse. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want to be with you.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. When he pulls away, you’re almost snarling, gripping him like iron. He sighs and squeezes your hips for reassurance. “I’ll leave a little early, yeah? For you.”

“Do you promise?”

“Of course, I promise.” Your lip wobbles and he leans forward again, nipping you. “Get some sleep. You woke me up very early this morning, hmm?”

You don’t answer, but you loosen your grip.

When he gets in the car, he sees the curtain in his living room shift and he grins. Cute.

-

Work drags. Yoongi’s in a bad mood. His coffee is extra bitter. The water tastes off. The fluorescents in his office are too bright, prompting him to turn them off. When he begins auditing his client’s monthly spending, the numbers swim on screen.

Yoongi takes his glasses off. Puts them back on. He swears that he sees symbols and that the screen glitches, flashing between letters and numbers and… something he’s unsure of. When he rubs his eyes, the screen is just numbers in an Excel sheet.

Sighing in defeat, he glances at the clock. It’s only been an hour.

“Fuck.”

He pulls his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen. Your contact information is in his phone, right? The silence in his office is deafening. It presses in on him as he stares at his phone, unseeing. Why didn’t he have your phone number? Shouldn’t a boyfriend have their-

A knock at the door startles him. He drops his phone, mumbling an apology as he bends down to get it before righting himself and looking at his director.

“How are you feeling?”

Yoongi shrugs. “A little off.”

And… it’s true. Yoongi’s head hurts suddenly, a migraine slamming on the confines of his skull. His too-bitter coffee burns in his stomach. The back of his neck feels too hot and his hands shake as he puts his phone on his desk.

“You don’t look too well. Maybe take the day?”

Yoongi nods. Sways a little when he stands up to retrieve his things and turns his computer off. On the drive home, the headache recedes a little. He grips the wheel tight, taking deep breaths as he tries to steady the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

In the drive, Yoongi takes a deep breath. The pressure in his head is gone and his stomach doesn’t feel as rotten as it did twenty minutes ago. He makes a mental note to look up his symptoms when he gets inside – perhaps he has the flu. It won’t do to feel this way before his client’s quarterly financial reports are due.

Thankfully, when Yoongi steps into his house, he feels much better.

Feels fine as he drops to his knees in the entryway, tongue buried hungrily in your cunt as he presses you hard against the door, drinking in every drop. Above him, you tremble and cry, begging him never to leave again.

When you cum on his tongue, creamsicle sweet, he thinks he never will.

-

Pain shoots up Yoongi’s foot as he stubs his toe making his way to the bathroom. He can barely see in his room now that he has fixed the curtains – and put blackout ones at your request – and the floor is covered with his shoes and chargers and boxes of snacks you keep in his bedroom like a nest.

He has never in his life seen someone with an appetite for junk food like you – especially sweets.

Yoongi opens the bathroom, the gentle, white glow of the night light casting a dull halo against the whitewash walls. He glances in the mirror and his heart launches into his throat. His hand slams against the door for balance and a moment of terror bleeds him dry when he sees the shadow behind him, white teeth flashing and red eyes.

Whirling around, Yoongi’s hand shoots for the light, painfully jamming fingers against stucco. He manages to flip the switch while his heart pulses in his throat, terror working its way through him like an injection straight into his cardiovascular system.

Light spills into the room, so bright that he flinches, closing his eyes for a second. When he opens them, there’s nothing. It’s just his messy room, covered in clothes, empty and half-full bottles of lube, a generous amount of junk food, and you.

Asleep. Soft against his pillows, lips parted slightly.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Yoongi chastises himself and shuts the bathroom door. A few splashes of cold water from the tap do the trick, calming him down and cooling the red splotches of anxiety blooming on his neck.

When he returns to bed, your hands seek his warmth, making grabbing motions even in sleep. He indulges you, sliding closer. Tucking you into his chest. You hum in your sleep, that vibrating feeling that lives just under your skin ever-present.

Gently you lean forward, mouth seeking as you press your lips against the soft spot under his ear. He shivers as the innocent kiss turns into a soft suckle, pulling skin between teeth your tongue pressed against his flesh. But you don’t wake up. You seem content to lay in his arms with the gentle pull of your mouth against his skin, smelling like cedar. Jasmine. Amber.

And he falls asleep, moment of terror forgotten.

-

Yoongi has a problem.

Time management was always one of his strong suits. As someone who lived an organized little life in an organized little home, he thrived on order, repetition of days, and knowing what to expect each day.

Except now Yoongi never remembers what day it is. He hardly remembers how he spends his day. But what he does remember are moments with you. Bodies against bodies. The press of his fingers in your sticky cunt. Your curious fingers, pressing into the tight rim of his ass, pulling out orgasms so deep that it takes him hours to move.

Now, you’re pressed against him on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV. He watches you and you watch the screen, completely focused on the world of Spirited Away. His lips twitch in a smile and he yawns. You snuggle closer to him, nearly attached. It’s second nature to you, to fasten yourself to him. He doesn’t mind, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

When Yoongi’s phone rings, it interrupts everything. You immediately hiss, looking toward the ringing device on the counter. He can’t remember the last time his phone rang but he begins to lift himself off of the couch.

Your fingers dig in. “Finish the movie.”

It’s a demand. He laughs as your brow pinches. “I’ll be right back, let me just see who it is.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why don’t you want to watch the movie with me?”

Your voice has grown small again. Not the sultry purr he is used to in the middle of the night when you mouth at his cock, hard before he’s even awake. Not the demanding crack of a whip when you order him to come.

This voice is tiny, a soft thing that immediately draws him to look at you. He cradles your face, your big eyes looking at him with tears rimming them. His stomach drops and he hushes you, thumbs brushing back and forth.

“Fuck – baby why are you crying?”

“Why don’t you want to watch the movie, Kitty?”

“Hey, Kitty wants to watch the movie.” He croons and you pull yourself into his lap, arms going around his neck and winding in his hair. He keeps a soft grip on your face, eyes searching. That thrum is just beneath the surface, like a beating heart. “I just have to answer the phone, baby. I still want to watch the movie.”

You shake your head. “You don’t.”

“Of course I do.”

It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely recalls one time when he left for work, you had been a bit sad. But ever since he’d started working from home – wait, he works from home? He shakes the question from his thoughts, saving it for later.

It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely recalls one time when he left for work, you had been a bit sad. And now you sit on his lap and he hates himself for the way a tear slips down your face, turned into a diamond from the reflection of the TV.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, heart aching in his chest. He leans back. He pulls you flush against his chest. You tuck your face in his neck, your favorite spot to nuzzle and he feels the gentle tuck of your mouth, the tiny suckle of your teeth against his neck. Your comfort.

It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely -

He doesn’t remember. What was he thinking about? He doesn’t know.

Yoongi loops his arms around you and squeezes you tight. And his eyes flutter shut, suddenly tired and lulled to sleep by the gentle pull of your mouth on his skin.

-

“Come look at this cat,” Yoongi laughs, crouching down on the back porch. The tabby rubs itself between his legs, purring as it twists figure eights. “It’s so friendly, baby. Come say hi.”

Night sky stretches over the city. It’s colder outside – almost Halloween, maybe. Yoongi lost the calendar in his house and he only turns the computer on if he has to sign on for work, which he rarely does these days.

You peek from the door, looking at the cat rubbing its face on Yoongi’s hand. He looks up at you and smiles. You’re swimming in a sweater of his, though your legs are bare. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting you again – he can’t ever get enough, licking the sweetness from between your thighs only to finish by fucking himself into you until he blacks out.

The blackouts happen more after sex now.

“He’s sweet,” Yoongi promises, holding out another hand to you. “Like you.”

Tentatively, you step outside of the door. The floorboard creaks under your step, drawing the cat’s attention. It happens so fast that Yoongi falls from his crouched position, sitting abruptly on the floor. The cat lets out a terrible sound, somewhere between a horrible yowl and a hair-raising hiss.

A blur of claws and teeth, Yoongi yells as the sharp talons catch him, letting the cat go. It becomes a streak of fur and screeching, vanishing from the yard.

You rush to him, dropping down to hold his scratched hands, blood surfacing.

“No!” You look up at him, holding his hand gently to your chest. He feels the strange hum, the heartbeat that… isn’t a beating heart as much as a constant buzz. “Are you okay, Kitty? You’re hurt.”

“It’s okay.” He smiles. The fear in your eyes is heartwarming. You love him – he knows this. He feels it. “Sorry it startled you.”

-

Autumn sun beats down on Yoongi as he goes to peel logs from the stack of firewood in the backyard. As he jogs down the steps, he slows, frowning. There’s a dead tabby at the foot of the stairs, broken body and dark blood smeared underneath.

“Weird,” he mutters, rushing to get some firewood. “I’ve never seen cats here before. Poor thing.”

When he goes back inside the house, he sees you sitting on the counter. Spread. Finger tracing up and down glistening folds, swollen cunt begging for his mouth. Yoongi drops the wood. He zeros in, licking his lips as you spread your legs a little wider.

“What a perfect fucking pussy,” Yoongi grins. “That for me?”

You nod. “Please, Kitty.”

Yoongi forgets about the dead cat.

-

“I want candy.” Yoongi looks up at you, brows raised. You’re standing in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store, chewing your bottom lip as you look at him with hopeful eyes. Yoongi immediately softens. Feels his heart flutter. “Is that okay?”

“Sure.” He looks up at the aisle names. “It’s three aisles over. Can you get what you want while I go back and get milk? I forgot.”

You hesitate for a moment, a moment of fear on your face. Before he can brush away your fears with a simple kiss, you take a deep breath and give him your bravest smile. He preens, proud as you give a confident nod and dart off in the direction of candy.

Yoongi is impressed by you. Leaving the house is hard for you – always has been. The two of you mostly stay inside, locked in your little world. Yoongi likes it that way. Loves knowing after dinner you’ll be nested on the couch, watching him with inquisitive eyes and asking him to put on a new show or to continue the anime you’ve been binging.

Every new experience for you brings stars to your eyes. He loves that about you – loves the way you go awestruck while watching old anime that Yoongi adores, or the way you hum and spin in circles to music he shows you.

Yoongi remembers hearing once that people live many lives. He thinks that if that’s true, you must be in your first life, curious about everything. Surprised by the world. And he gets to watch it over and over, the way you grin when something startles you or when you furiously pout because you don’t like something.

Grocery store trips are new for you. The first time, you’d been stitched to his side, refusing to separate from him. Cagey and flashing mean eyes at everyone. Now, though, Yoongi doesn’t worry as he pulls open one of the glass doors in the cold section, looking for milk.

“Yoongi?” He turns mid-reach for a carton of milk, the cold air hitting him in the face and turning his cheeks pink, glass frosting with the humidity rushing into the fridge. Taehyung is standing behind him, hands shoved into pockets. “Holy shit it is you.”

Yoongi gives Taehyung a funny smile, pulling the milk from the fridge and adding it to his cart. “Why wouldn’t it be? How are you?”

“Dude, how are you? You don’t answer anyone’s calls, I heard you started working at home from some sort of illness, and you refuse to answer your door when we come by.” Taehyung’s face is picture-perfect concern, brown eyes fixed on Yoongi, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “Why can’t you tell us what’s going on? It’s been weeks.”

“What are you talking about? I talked to you two weeks ago.”

Taehyung cocks his head. His brows furrow and an unsettling feeling flips Yoongi’s stomach. He remembers the call exactly. Recites their conversation back to Taehyung, but before Yoongi can finish, his friend is shaking his head.

“We never had that conversation, Yoongi.”

Taehyung takes a step closer. Yoongi’s heart starts pounding. He remembers talking to Taehyung. He had been standing in the kitchen when his phone rang, and you had handed him his phone. Yoongi remembers because he had been half-paying attention to the conversation, transfixed by the way your eyes caught the light and the way you watched him catch up with Taehyung.

But… another thought swirls in Yoongi’s mind. A vision of you slamming the phone down on the counter, shattering it. Yoongi begging you to stop – stop something ­– and then your soft lips on him.

He shakes his head, setting the thoughts free.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung asks, moving past his cart to get closer. Yoongi backs up. He doesn’t know why, but it’s automatic. He feels panic surge as Taehyung pauses. “Are you sick or-“

Maybe he is. Yoongi knows he talked to Taehyung and yet… doubt wiggles into his mind. Eats at it like a worm. There feels like there is a box somewhere tucked in the recesses of his memory, shielded and without a key. If he applies pressure on it, he gets a headache.

Licking his lips, Yoongi places his trembling hands on the cart. Looks at Taehyung. Sees the pleading in his friend’s eyes. Yoongi opens his mouth to ask when Taehyung thinks they last spoke and -

“Kitty?”

Your soft voice cuts the anxiety in half. Yoongi’s thoughts ease as you appear a few feet away from them, bags of candy in hand. Your doll face morphs into unease when you look at Taehyung. Yoongi wonders why that is – you’ve talked to Taehyung plenty of times. You encourage Yoongi to call him.

“You?” Taehyung asks. The vehemence in his voice startles Yoongi. “You’re still around? Jesus Yoongi, have you been shacked up with some girl you met at a bar this entire time?”

Words have consequences. Taehyung’s immediately has an effect, your expression going from soft and sweet to something that makes Yoongi’s hands grip the push-bar on the cart tightly.

“He has nothing to do with it.” Your voice is a layered hiss. A tingle slides down Yoongi’s neck – familiar and dangerous. He has the sudden urge to bolt, but his feet are rooted to the ground as you advance, putting yourself between the two men. “Yoongi hasn’t been feeling well. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“I’m one of his best friends!”

Taehyung is one of his best friends. And Jimin. And Seokjin. Yoongi remembers sitting on a stool at Serendipity, listening to Old Ass Han tell him some superstition about female demons who snatched one of his sons in the middle of the night. Jimin had laughed so hard and made Old Ass Han so mad that Jimin covered his tab for the night.

It was such a funny memory that the next Halloween, Jimin had dressed up as a sultry, female demon. Yoongi vaguely recalls laughing with them into the night, especially when Jimin picked up a guy to go home with that night.

Yoongi is full of those memories – at least he was. He thinks he is.

The little place in his mind that feels inaccessible cracks a little and Yoongi winces, a headache splitting him open. He clutches his temple as a bolt of pain lances through his skull. Then your hands are on him, gentle and cradling his face. You’re saying something but he can’t hear you over the high-pitched ringing in his ears.

Colors dance across his vision as Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pant through the pain. The pain doesn’t come from that tiny little box in his mind – it comes from somewhere else. Pulling him away from whatever is hidden there, in that dark little forgotten corner.

Suddenly, it becomes too much and darkness swallows him whole.

The last thing Yoongi remembers is the gentle kiss of your mouth on his neck.

-

Yoongi has a problem.

He’s getting headaches all the time. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night with them, sharp pain digging behind his eyes. It always worsens when he tries to recall the dreams he has before he wakes up – he knows he has dreams. They’re on the tip of his tongue. But the more he thinks about them, the more he tries to draw up what he imagined, the more the pain grows.

The bed sinks as you crawl in next to him. It’s too hot in bed. Sheets cling to Yoongi’s skin. He feels like there’s a furnace under the mattress, burning through and making everything sweaty and sticky. He shifts a little away from you – your body is always warm, skin heated with the thrum of energy beneath the surface.

Cedar. Jasmine. Amber. Your scent swells as you tuck yourself close to him. Not touching, but Yoongi can sense you there, an awareness tingling along his skin. It’s happened a few times, where a second awareness blinks an eye open and Yoongi feels on edge. Like there is suddenly an instinct inside of him that has awakened, one he is unfamiliar with.

That awareness yawns. Blooms at the back of his mind, where that same throbbing ache has settled. Yoongi tries to steady his breathing, but he can feel his pulse against his pillow, thumping faster and faster as your cloying scent muddles his thoughts.

You don’t say anything. You don’t reach out and touch him. You just lay there, silent and omnipresent. Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, and for the first time in a very long time, he wishes that you would go to the other room and watch TV. You love watching TV. Sometimes he finds you sitting in front of it on the floor, knees tucked to your chest, chin on top of your knees while you watch a variety of shows.

Though it seems you have settled on Tokyo Ghoul as your favorite.

“Kitty?” you whisper. He holds his breath. Perhaps if he pretends he is asleep, you’ll go to sleep too. Long beats of silence stretch between you, filled only with the sound of Yoongi’s measured breathing. “I’m sorry.”

He pauses. “Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

Yoongi swallows past a knot in his throat. Every muscle in his body is clenching. His fingers are fisted in his blankets, and he’s curled into a ball. He doesn’t remember feeling so braced. He tries to relax, letting himself melt in the bed a little.

“For what?”

“You… need space.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to hear the tremble in your voice. You sniffle a little. The lamp on his bed flickers, catching his attention. He watches the flicker of the bulb as you cry softly behind him. He wants to turn around – wants to gather you in his arms and tuck you into his chest and yet… he doesn’t.

“A little,” Yoongi admits softly.

“Okay.”

Licking his lips, Yoongi steels himself. He rolls over in bed to look at you. You’re buried in one of his hoodies and the blanket he likes to sleep with on the couch. He can barely make out your cherubic face. Your round eyes blink at him, pools of light in the darkness of the hoodie and blanket.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Okay.”

He softens. It’s not so warm in the bed anymore, so he reaches across the space, finding your hand clutched in the blanket. You let him pry your fingers open and he traces your palm. “Just a little space, okay? I can sleep on the couch tonight.”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Baby-“

“I’m not tired.”

Your voice is firm. He knows that voice – it’s the one that precedes a tantrum if he’s not careful. He nods, pulling a hand away and sighing, closing his eyes. He is tired. He realizes just how tired he is.

“Good night, Kitty.”

-

Most days it’s easier to placate you.

Yoongi feels like he is worn at the edges. Hot water runs down his neck, his back. Relieves a deep ache that has begun to grow on his bones, pained turned lichen. He feels like a watercolor painting with too much liquid medium, running at the edges and blurring across a once-beautiful canvas.

Sleep comes every night, but Yoongi still wakes up tired. He misses meetings even though he has been working from home for… however long. He doesn’t know where his cell phone is. He lost it somewhere in the house – doesn’t need it much.

Water drips onto the floor as he steps out of the shower. He watches it run down milky legs, soaking into the towel. Steam permeates the air and slicks across the mirror, Yoongi’s reflection as opaque and bleary as he feels.

Yoongi heaves a heavy yawn, wiping a hand across the steam in preparation to shave. When his eyes look up at the three-paneled mirror, a shadowed creature with rows of gnashing teeth and red eyes is behind him.

A scream rips its way out of his throat, the terror is so awful that Yoongi’s knees buckles. He hits the tile hard, head smacking the cabinet. His world explodes into color as he blinks the stars from his eyes, scrambling with damp legs, slipping uselessly on the steamed tile as he backs himself into the corner of the wall and sink.

There’s nothing there. Just an open doorway.

For a few seconds, it’s just Yoongi’s heart pounding so hard that his stomach roils. He fumbles for the toilet, flipping the lid and rolling to his knees to heave the contents of dinner into the bowl. He gasps for air, stinging his vomit-burned throat as he throws up again. Stomach-churning. Lungs screaming.

When he flushes and settles against the bathtub, he hears the TV in the living room. Cool air drifts in from his bedroom. He closes his eyes and takes in deep breaths, counting in for seven and out for seven. There’s the soft patter of your feet on the carpet, and he can sense you in the doorway.

His spine always tingles when you’re around.

“Kitty? Are you okay?”

“Don’t feel good.”

“Oh kitty,” you whisper. He keeps his eyes closed. You slide closer to him and your hands are warm. When they touch his face, he feels a little energy pour back into him and he opens his eyes. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, still. “I’m sorry.”

“Why sorry?”

You chew on your lip. “I’m sorry.”

It feels like you say that a lot these days. Yoongi nods his head and closes his eyes again as you lean forward and press yourself to his side, giving him a gentle kiss.

-

The headache is bad. But he has to know. Lays in his bed writhing in the sheets.

Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts.

Memories crack across his mind, each one hurting more than the last.

A creature of shadow. Blacking out after sex. A dead cat that hadn’t always been dead. Your innocent eyes. Your angry eyes. You smashing his phone to pieces. A doctor forging him a medical note. Blood on your hands and face as you came out of the doctor’s office.

-

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi has energy. He feels more himself. Clearer. He gets up early in the morning and makes himself coffee. He sees you lurking near the fridge, throwing him wary glances. You’re a little more worn than usual: sallow cheeks, bags under your eyes. Your eyes are as starry.

When he asks you what’s wrong, you don’t answer. You duck into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you. He stares, a little confused and hurt before sighing. You’re touchy sometimes, and on the days like this where you’re more like a feral cat than a preening girlfriend, he knows to keep his distance.

Yoongi shrugs and tosses the sugar packet in the trash, frowning. There are empty bottoms of foam that are stained red - meat packages, he realizes. He doesn’t recall having steak at all this week, but perhaps you’re thawing it in the fridge for dinner.

He shrugs and goes to his office, leaving you to your devices.

A morning meeting kickstarts his day, and Yoongi forgets about it.

-

Yoongi has a problem.

You’re worse. You don’t want to come out of his room and you won’t go near the light. There are harsh lines around your eyes and he swears your teeth are sharper. More lethal. You won’t sleep in the same bed as he is.

Worst of all? Yoongi feels great. Feels like perhaps it was just a depressive episode he was in. He no longer feels like he is melted together at the edges, barely hanging on. But it does mean that he’s getting frustrated with you.

“Feral,” he mutters as he walks into his office after you snarled at him and then proceeded to cry because you wanted him to take the day off. “Sometimes I swear she is feral.”

-

Soft lips wake Yoongi up in the middle of the night. He stirs, feeling a tingle run down his spine. He can smell cedar, jasmine and amber and smiles. You’re pressed against him, mouth seeking his delicately, though there is some urgency behind your kisses.

Yoongi opens his mouth to you, an invitation. You suck his tongue into your mouth greedily and arousal shoots to his cock, your mouth doing wonders on his tongue. Fuck he knows you like to suck him off like that too, all greedy and sloppy and spit-slicked.

Your hands pull at his shirt and you kiss him with more fervor, lips becoming teeth, moans becoming hisses. When Yoongi rolls onto his back, pulling your hips on top of him, the dynamic changes.

A gasp escapes his kiss-bruised lips, eyes flying open as you mark his throat. Harsh stings of teeth followed quickly by lavish licks of your tongue. It’s messy and you leave a trail of spit dripping down his neck, making him squirm underneath you, cock tight against his pajama shorts.

“Fuck,” he moans when you suck that spot under his ear he loves. “Greedy devil.”

“Yes,” you shoot back, voice firm. Your hands seek his, pulling them from where they massage your ass to pin them above his head, your grip iron. “Please.”

There’s no way she’s human.

Taehyung’s words flash through Yoongi’s mind when he looks up at you. Your pupils are dilated, two black disks that absorb the barest hint of light in the room. He shivers, afraid of falling into your dark eyes and never finding his way back home.

Have your eyes always been that soulless? No, he thinks.

“Please,” you say again. “Please let me have you.”

He frowns. “You can always have me.”

You shake your head. “Not always. Too much. I take… I take too much. But now not enough. I just…” Your lip trembles and where you hold his wrist begins to ache. He whimpers and you hush him, your fingers loosening a little. “I just need some. Not a lot.”

It’s hard to understand what you’re asking for. Yoongi is lost in the sensation of fluttering in his stomach and the way blood rushes through his body. He feels high when you dip one of your hands below the waistband of his pajamas, taking a hold of his cock in your hand, thumb brushing precum from the tip.

You always take care of Yoongi. His eyes flutter shut as he feels a steady static build in his brain. Your touch is careful but deliberate, each stroke of your hand and squeeze of his shaft sending him spinning. His hips twitch under you.

When you shift down his body, he lifts his lower half off the bed, kicking at the sheets and letting you tug his bottoms down. He’s shaking and eager, unable to look down at you when you take him fully in your hand, tongue tasting the stickiness at his tip.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His hands are still above him, twisted in the pillowcase. He leaves them there, helpless as you tongue the head of his dick before sucking it into your mouth. Your tongue is gentle and your mouth is warm, the barest of sucks making him whine. “Don’t tease me.”

You hum and the vibrations make him speechless. His head rolls to the side, mouth parted, panting as he sees stars. You suck him eagerly, messily. He hears the wet pull of your mouth, the choked cough of your throat when you take him in deep and swallow.

Gentle nails scratch down his legs. He feels like he’s disconnected from the rest of the world, a single strand tethering him as he floats. He babbles as you take him in deep, a hand reaching down below his balls, a single, shy finger pressing against his tight rim.

Everything inside of Yoongi goes taught. He comes immediately and without warning. Spills in your mouth and the world fades away. There is nothing where he goes. No memories, no thoughts, no anxiety. It’s just Yoongi and he feels good – the kind of warm from a bubble bath laden with creams and salts.

Eventually, he comes back down. Opening his eyes, Yoongi sees you blink down at him. You smile, brushing light finger strokes over flushed cheeks. He grins up at you, elated. Hypnotized. You’re so… he doesn’t know the word.

There’s no way she’s human.

That phrase makes Yoongi’s smile falter. You are exquisite. Shrouded in darkness. Yoongi feels the press of unfamiliar air. When he looks beyond you, there’s just darkness. There is nothing. No light streams in from the window again. There is no soft hum of the nightlight in the bathroom where he usually leaves the door open now.

It’s just you.

Yoongi’s heart begins to speed up, panic rising.

You kiss him softly. It’s sweet and his anxiety melts away. Feels the weight of you on your hips, wet pussy dripping on his thigh. You’re being patient, which surprises him. Usually by now you’re needy, grinding your cunt on his thigh to seek friction.

“I want more,” you whisper against his mouth, fingers pressed into his cheeks. “Will you give me more?”

He nods. You lick his mouth, sighing contentedly as you roll your hips on his thigh. He moans, feeling the glide of your bare folds against his leg. You are always so ready for him, eager to take him. Easy to please. Excited to take what you want.

Shaking above him, you bury your face in his neck. Yoongi slides his hands from their position above his head, resting one hand on your thigh and sliding the other between your legs. Sticky arousal greets him, his fingers brushing up and down your cunt as you stop grinding, letting him take control.

“Kitty,” you beg, words muffle in his neck. He grins, eyes half-lidded as he plays with you. “Please, Kitty.”

Yoongi sinks two fingers in your greedy hole, feeling the way your walls flutter around him. It doesn’t matter how many times he buries his fingers, cock or tongue in you – every time is divine. Feels like something holy, taking him somewhere else.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he murmurs, pressing a thumb to your clit. “Come on, baby. Wanna see you make a mess on my hands first.”

“Want your cock.”

“Fingers first, baby. Come on, you can do it.”

A growl rips through your frame. Yoongi stills under you for a moment, heart skipping. But then you move your hips and he hears your soft breath. Feels the drip down his hand. He grins, feeling you swallow his fingers as you work yourself on him, his thumb circling your clit lazily.

Nails dig into his thighs as you lean backward, spreading yourself for him. He can barely make out your figure in the darkness, but he can see the swell of your chest, the line of your neck as you toss your head back, his name falling from flushed lips and floating up to the ceiling.

When you come, it’s wet and loud. He hums, pulling drenched fingers from your legs. He surges forward, surprising you and moving you backward, letting your head bounce near the foot of the bed as he cages you in, stealing a kiss.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging and whining and rubbing against his thigh again, begging sweetly. No one has ever wanted Yoongi the way you do. Ever. He cannot recall a single time someone has been as vigorous in their pursuit.

It makes him hard again, the rush in his veins igniting once more as he slides into you. He pushes in to the hilt, settling there for a moment. You clench around him, clawing at the back of his neck and thrashing under him. Begging for more. Always wanting more. Swearing you just need a little more.

Yoongi sets a slow pace, stroking deep with a purpose. You gasp every time he fucks all the way into you. He grins against your sweaty neck, tongue licking a stripe up your salty skin. You turn your face and catch his mouth with yours, swapping more spit than kissing, moaning into one another’s mouths.

An orgasm winds tightly in Yoongi’s stomach. He feels it at the base of his spine this time, a second sense tingling as he picks up speed, slamming into you until you’re crying under him, babbling again in something that sounds like a language but isn’t quite.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck –“ He grits his teeth and the moment he comes, you squeeze him like a vice, shouting and pulling him into an orgasm so hard that he feels himself fall on top of you, the energy leaving him as quickly as his orgasm had gathered.

At some point, he falls asleep.

-

Hell on earth is waking up battered and torn at the seams. You’re out in the living room, enjoying an early morning episode of Tokyo Ghoul again. He hears you giggle at the TV and he lifts his head in the shower. The rush of the hot water is loud, but the sound of you laughing is in his head.

It always feels like you’re in his head.

Yoongi stumbles when he gets out of the shower. His feet are heavy and there is pain behind his eyes. The throbbing kind that makes him turn the lights out and shoot a text to work telling them he needs a sick day. How many sick days has he had this year? He has no idea.

Yoongi stumbles to the mattress and collapses into the sheets. Everything feels heavy like he is made of glass bones with the weight of the world threatening to break him.

Sleep comes and goes. It doesn’t make him less tired. Yoongi places a hand on his forehead.  He is not over-warm, but he wants to cry, the ache in every muscle so real that it takes him several tries to say your name.

You appear immediately, hovering at the edge of the bed in his hoodie, wrapped in a blanket.

“Are you feeling sick, Kitty?” He nods and you sniff. “I’m so sorry, Kitty… do you want some water?”

Yoongi nods again and you vanish. He rolls onto his back, groaning. He reaches for his phone. The screen is cracked from some incident or another, but it’s mildly legible as he searches his symptoms online.

When you come back with water, he thanks you with a sweet kiss and smiles when you lick his nose affectionately before darting out of the room again. He hears the show start again.

Carefully, Yoongi tries to sit up a bit. The water is cooled with two cubes – just the way he likes it – and it helps staunch the thirst. He drains the entire glass, but still, he aches with exhaustion that has no name.

Every combination he can think of brings Yoongi undesirable results. He has the fatigue of many different illnesses, but not any of the others. Mono seems the most likely, but still, it doesn’t feel right.

Yoongi considers and then types a new search: constant exhaustion after sex.

The results make him roll his eyes. He knows he’s going to get several ads for erectile dysfunction medication, but he scrolls anyways. Maybe he’s just fucking you that hard. But he does remember blacking out after sex and… well he never feels great the next day.

Slowly tapping through pages, Yoongi sighs. There’s nothing that provides much thought beyond Yoongi knowing he’s had too much sex. You’re a starving little thing, constantly wanting –

A word catches his attention: succubus.

Yoongi snorts when he opens the article. It’s a weird string of evangelical stories and musings, and overly sexualized depictions of female demons with generous breasts, shapely figures, and cute little bat wings.

The succubus needs sexual desire and energy to survive. He scoffs and wonders what heterosexual male wrote that dream.

Repeated sexual activity with a succubus will result in a bond being formed between the succubus and the host.

“Romantic,” Yoongi deadpans, scrolling up to close out the article. But a drawing catches Yoongi’s eye - a shadowy figure with rows and rows of teeth and red eyes. “Huh.”

Clicking on it, the page loads to a Reddit thread. Yoongi curses when he has to download the app, but his fingers move of their own volition, tapping across the screen as he creates a login and reopens the thread.

There are streams and streams of comments and links on the thread, a little overwhelming. As expected, it sounds like most heterosexual men overly-sexualizing women or asking about roleplaying – and yet, there’s a thread with a lot of upvotes that he clicks on.

Loss of time. Constantly exhausted. Nightmares of shadow creatures following me. Yoongi licks his lips, feeling his mouth go dry as he continues. Blackouts after sex. Not able to remember life before meeting entity. Dead animals –

“Kitty?” Yoongi flinches, dropping the phone on his stomach, hand covering his chest as his heart pounds in his ribcage. You blink in surprise, cocking your head where you stand in the doorway. A sense of dread draws a slow finger down Yoongi’s spine as he stares at you. “Do you want to come watch with me? We can put on Spirited Away.”

Loss of time. Constantly exhausted. Nightmares of shadow creatures-

“Kitty?” Yoongi has waited too long to reply. He nods his head and clears his throat. He wants to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, shoving the phone away from him as he slowly peels himself out of bed. You grin and hold out a hand. “Thanks.”

-

Like a cat, you’re curled on the couch. Yoongi gives you a wide berth as he walks to his office. Night has passed into morning, and the flash of the screen lights the way as he opens the door, slipping through a tiny crack before he closes it softly and firmly behind him.

While watching movies, Yoongi could not help but think about the thread he had seen. He doesn’t turn the light on, too afraid of it showing under the door and tipping you off where he is.

Fear settles in the pit of his stomach. His hands are shaky as he wakes up the mouse, the computer light nearly blinding in the dark room. He jams the settings on the keyboard, turning it down a bit as he settles into the chair, taking a few breaths.

It feels ridiculous. You’re his girlfriend, not a sex-craving demon. But Yoongi finds the thread again anyways, clicking through and going back to that original subthread of people claiming to have survived an encounter with a succubus.

Time doesn’t seem to pass as Yoongi reads. He leans on his hand, eyes burning as he clicks through story after story.

Met at a bar – she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I never remember going home with her, but my life was suddenly consumed by her. I lost my job and my friends. Felt good at first, but started getting headaches any time I would try to remember something. And she was always around, always lurking around every corner.

Yoongi clicks on to the next one, stomach flipping nervously.

- I ran into a friend and she swore we hadn’t spoken in months. I remember talking to her but it felt like… they were false memories. Like I didn’t really do those things. It was strange, but I forgot again after a while.

Taehyung’s face flashes in Yoongi’s mind. His palms get sweaty as he navigates the mouse, leaning closer toward the screen. A nervous beat starts to drum up in his heart as he pours over the words and the accounts of others.

The evidence is damning, but it can’t be possible, right?

Yoongi thinks of Old Ass Han telling the story of his son being swept up by a she-demon. Yoongi doesn’t think the story is very funny anymore, and the thought of Jimin dressing up as one makes him nauseous.

Carefully, he navigates to another thread.

I was lucky. She didn’t want to kill me, but she was constantly hungry for more energy that I didn’t have. She would get cagey and feral, hissing at me and hiding in the dark, like she was weaker in the sun when she wasn’t fed. I would find packs and packs of meat rotting in the garbage like she was trying to get her fix elsewhere.

I hope that you take this thread seriously. They are real. And while they look and talk like people, they aren’t. They might grow attached to you, but they don’t love you. You are a meal – and if your succubus is only feeding off of sex, it’s only a matter of time before they need more.

Think Jennifer’s Body, people.

Yoongi has never seen that movie before. He clicks away from the thread and pulls up the trailer. It seems a little ridiculous, but he gets the idea. Sex, eat the guy, move on to the next. But you certainly have never tried to eat him.

So Yoongi clicks back to the thread and searches for something new. How to get rid of a succubus.

He leans back while the page loads, switching to a white screen. This bright, the monitor reflects what’s in front of it, Yoongi’s round and tired face, pale from lack of sleep, and a looming shadow behind him. His stomach plummets and he goes rigid in the chair, frozen with fear.

Yoongi smells cedar. Jasmine. Amber.

"Kitty is looking at bad things,” you sniffle. Your shadow grows in the computer monitor and Yoongi swears he sees the white flash of teeth before his world turns red. "I loved you, Kitty."

[james-is-here]

Finally, I made the Minho x witch reader fic from my blurb a while ago. F.C is favorite color for the color of your powers.

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Tags: technically p in v sex? Minho's body is swapped, Minho is confused but knows what he wants, Oral (Min Receives), feminization? Would that count? Like Mn knows it's his boyfriend but he's been turned into a girl, um...insert more here, I'm blanking lmk if there's anything else or anything I got wrong.

(Minho names) Princess, Jagi, Kitten, precious, baby, Minnie, Lina. (Mn names) Hyung, daddy

"Jagi~ When can I see you??" "Mn, chill, please. I saw you an hour ago." "Min....I don't want to be here." "You chose to stay at home to practice your mental spells. Don't blame me."

You pout, slouching further down on the couch before falling to the side and rolling into your back. "You're throwing a fit on the couch, I can feel it, stop it." "You can't feel shit, you're looking at the mirror I gave you."

You hear his light chuckle and the small hand mirror you gave him, almost like a security camera but magic, clap shut with a click. You gave it to him when you were still studying with your family coven and his cats were at your apartment. "You caught me. Mn, you'll be fine, you love studying your spells." "Yeah, but it's mental spells, i've failed so many times with no visible results." "If I send you a photo, will that motivate you?" "Hm, depends on the photo."

Sitting up, you slouch on the couch again, kicking your spell book that hangs off the coffee table, spooking Dori who was sniffing at your bundle of daisy's in the vase. "Selfie?" "Procrastinate." "Mirror?" "Procrastinate." You hear him sigh and smile, actually proud of your stubbornness. "I think I know what you want but I'm already in my stage outfit, I can't do anything." "Minnie~ Please, Kitten?"

"You...are impossible." You didn't think it was possible to feel his blush through the phone but you did. You hear what you think is a door shutting before he speaks. "I'm saying bye to you now cause I'll need to head to stage after." "So I'll get my photo??" You ask, almost sounding like an excited puppy at the thought of actually getting the photo you want. "Maybe. Will you do your spells?" "Ugh, yes." "Okay. Love you, Hyung." You giggle softly and can hear Minho's smile. "Love you!" "This photo is nothing but a bribe, okay? Distract yourself with our new family video and do your work." "Since when were you in charge?" "Since my boyfriend was like a moody teenager who doesn't like homework." "I am." You hear the eye roll before he huffs. "Go." "Okay." He hangs up before you could continue and you laugh, standing up and taking your book with you.

You toss the book down on your kitchen island, hopping onto the barstool and sighing heavily. Your phone goes off and a grin takes over your face immediately as you pick up your phone.

From Minnie Kitty 🩶

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Now work, you promised. And feed the cats.

You laugh at his message before looking at the photo, waving a hand the the direction of the food bowls before Dori jumps off the table, Soonie comes out from behind the couch, and Doongie comes out of the bedroom at the sound of their food.

It looks like he propped his phone up on a wall adjacent from him and he's on his knees, pants undone and pulled down slightly to show he's wearing grey boxers and he's holding his stage shirt up to his chest out of the way with one hand and the other was on his waistband. He's cropped out his face but you could see the red of his blush at his neck and the fact his head is turned away from his phone. Looking closer, you could see dying hickies on his stomach and part of his thighs that aren't covered by his pants.

To Minnie Kitty 🩶

Excuse me, why did I not get the full view of my Kitten? Uncrop your face.

From Minnie Kitty 🩶

Mn.

To Minnie Kitty 🩶

Kitten.

From Minnie Kitty 🩶

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His face is as you thought, burning red and you just know that it's from seeing himself in the camera which made him look away. Judging by the fact it's a hands free photo, this is a screenshot from a video, you'll stop bothering for now but you're gonna want that video, it probably has Minho's whole process of getting this photo for you and you love when he's all flustered and shy.

You listen to Minho and pull up the newest SKZ family then open your book to the recent page, mental spells. You can do normal spells, wordless spells, but for some reason you just can't get mental spells, no hand movements, no words, only your mind. You often asked what you were doing wrong, you did everything necessary but it just never works.

You stare at an orange in the island basket and repeat the spell to turn it into an apple, a simple starter spell as you've read that starting with smaller spells are best. "What the fuck am I doing wrong?" You mutter to yourself a stare at your book before your phone distracts you, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

Your first thought was that he looked so pretty. How can that wig change him so much? What if his hair was that long in reality? Then you started questioning yourself cause Minho looked so fucking good as a girl. Plus, Hyunjin was pretty with that hair style, he looked like an actual mom but you stuck to ogling your boyfriend and not your stolen boyfriend. (Hyunjin has "stolen" you from Minho cause "You're so fucking hot and attractive" Hyunjin said himself.)

You don't know when your fell asleep but the last thing you remember is your boyfriends yelling at the other boys for the family skit and the line from your book you've read a million times "To achieve mental spells, focus your mind's energy and channel it through precise incantations, visualizations, and unwavering concentration." Apparently this was supposed to be easy.

Raising your head, you rub some sleepiness from your eyes. Picking up your phone, you tap it to check the time but it doesn't turn on, so it's dead.

Slamming your book shut, you walk away from the kitchen island and go to your room, changing out of your clothes and putting on just your sweats before climbing into bed and promptly passing out for the rest of the night.

In the kitchen, your book glows F.C, fluttering open before closing and your family emblem glows as well before fading to nothing.

You're completely unaware to what chaos you have the next day.

You shoot out of bed the next morning to pounding on your door. "Who the fuck is here at nine in the morning?" You mumble as if you shouldn't be up at 9am.

Shuffling out your room, you stretch the sleep out of your arms and back. Minho said he'd stay at the dorms after their schedule the night before and his designated keychain still hung next to the door. If Minho was going to come, he would've texted.

Your keyhole was covered, causing you to grumble and unlock your door and open it but suddenly someone is shoving their way through.

"What the fuck did you do?" The stranger yells at you and you subconsciously covered your torso at the woman that stares back at you. "What did I do?! I have a random woman in my apartment! Get out!" She huffs, ripping off her mask and taking her cap off. "Mn. It's me!" She says and you look over her, how'd she know your name?

She wore a black mask and cap before taking them off, her brunette hair now falling over her white hoodie as she shook her head slightly to adjust the bangs over her forehead. She was wearing a pair of black sweats and shoes that looked too big to be hers now sit kicked off next to the door.

Soonie walked over at the familiar smell of the woman's clothes and she kneels down to pet him but you step forward and pick him up. "Please, don't touch my cats and get out. I won't hesitate to call the cops." "Mn, you can't, your spell books are all over the place." "How do you know that? Are you stalking me?" "Oh my god, Mn! You can't be this dumb."

She suddenly steps forward, she's a bit shorter than you so she stands on the tips of her toes, reaching up to your neck and pulling you down to connect your lips and you went to protest but her lips...they were a familiar plush smoothness coated in cherry that you couldn't help but get lost in and flutter your eyes closed.

Soonie jumped out of your hold and your hands drifted to the hips of who you thought was a stranger and pulled them close, the others arms wrapped around around you neck completely and sigh almost thankfully more than contentedly.

You separate with a click and you open your eyes. "Minnie..." You whisper against his lips and he huffs out a laugh with a small shake of his head. "Yes, you dumb fuck." "Well pardon me, how else am I supposed to react when a random woman I've never seen before suddenly barges into my apartment?" "Soonie came up to me, that should've tipped you off." It's true. Soonie never walked up to strangers.

"I feel like I should be worried you willingly kissed a random woman." "Wha-" You pull back, astonished that he'd say that. "You kissed me." "Yes but you kissed back." "Your lips gave it away." You remove your hand from his hip and held his chin between your finger and thumb to tilt his head further back before you move your thumb up and place it on his bottom lip, his lips parting automatically as you lightly rub the smooth skin. "Aw look, my kitten is still there too."

He doesn't react to your tease but he just stares at your eyes. He still has his boba eyes that you love that shine back at you with so much love that you didn't realize someone like Minho could have until you got to know him.

It's a bit weird but knowing it was your Minho kinda made it a little easier. "I don't get it." You say barely above a whisper. "What? How I'm suddenly a woman?" "No, that somehow you're pretty no matter what you look like." "That was gross." "Yeah, Sure."

You're conflicted as he leans up and kisses you again. Not at him directly, you just really loved kissing him and that alone tends to make you need him but would he take you like this?

You regrettably pull away, Minho following after you to place a couple pecks to your lips and you press a finger to his lips as you speak. "U-Uh, w-wait one sec." You pull away completely, pulling out of his arms and walking into your living room to find a specific spell that you've only read and never performed.

Spell Name: Chromatic Metamorphia

Description: The Chromatic Metamorphia spell taps into the mystical energies of the cosmos to weave a delicate tapestry of transformation, allowing the caster to alter the gender of a chosen individual. Through the intricate weaving of incantations and the manipulation of arcane symbols, the essence of the target is imbued with a new gender identity, opening doors to new experiences and perspectives. However, wield this power with care, for the threads of fate are easily tangled, and the consequences of such a profound change can ripple far beyond the caster's control.

"Um...Well, that's new." "What?" You stand up from finding the book on the bottom of your bookshelf and turn to Minho who stands in front of your kitchen. His eyes scan your body and you see his gaze linger on your torso. "Well, two things...I unknowingly managed to succeed at doing mental magic..." "Well, I guess that's good? What's the other thing?" "I somehow used a spell that I have not read in years and has been illegal to covens for years." "You used an illegal spell on me?! Wait, you have banned spells?" His bewilderment turned into confused curiosity. "Yeah, we do. All biological spells were banned because it got out that unfaithful magic holders were pretending to be doctors and using the spells to change people's anatomy. Almost outed every coven to still exist cause people were becoming suspicious of them since they never left scaring."

Minho noticed your far off look and walked over to you, placing a hand on your arm. "You knew them didn't you?" "My great grandfather and his brother...that's why my familt coven is so small. Everyone knew us and didn't want to be associated with us." You shake your head, putting your book back in an empty spot a before turning back the other. "It's fine, though. We're slowly being forgiven and I'm glad I found you." You move his now long hair behind his ear and place a hand on the side of his face.

"Is there a reversal spell?" "Um...yeah, somewhere..." "You're still not with me." "I'm sorry I got you involved..." "Mn, it's okay. A bit weird but it's fine. Now, go find it." Before he stepped away, you lean forward and kiss him, his hands rest on your bare chest as he kisses you back.

His hands slide up your chest and wraps his arms around your neck, burying one of his hands in your hair and the other held the back of your neck and brought you closer.

He takes a step, bringing your bodies closer as he lets out a small noise you barely caught. "W-wait-" You mutter against his lips but he keeps your lips connected with a small pull at the back of your head. Your hands move to his hips over his oversized hoodie and try to push him back but it happens on its own when he runs out of breath and he whines, his new voice soft and needy.

"M-Minnie, wait, let me-" "Hyung, I-I think I need you." "I can see but let me get the reversal-" You knew what book it was and turn to grab it but he stops you. "Wait...I-" He stops, a blush suddenly taking over his features and his ears. "Minnie?" "I-I want..." He whines and steps away from you, covering his face.

You follow him, holding his wrists to uncover his face. "Hey, what's wrong? Do you...you want to try this body before I reverse it?" "I-I don't know...I-I just...I think I need you but I d-don't want you to be upset if I say I don't want to switch yet..." His lighter voice is meek and you coax his hands to uncover his face and lean down to meet his fallen gaze.

"That's okay, Kitten. We can try it." You gently pull him into you to hug him before taking him to your bedroom and sitting down on your bed. You wave your hand, the distant sound of the scoop in the cat food can be heard as it feeds the cats their breakfast and Dori and Doongi run out the room before you close the door.

"Wait, you've never-" "I have. High school, it was embarrassing and she was a faker." A small snort leaves him as you see his shoulders relax. "Really?" "Yeah. Last I knew, one doesn't say 'I'm cumming, I'm actually cumming, I swear' when they cum." His face screws up in disgust as you mimicked what the girl said. He can just hear the lie in the sentence. "Ew, the lie is so obvious." "Exactly."

You move to sit in front of him, he moves accordingly and brings his knees up before your hands are on his shins and you're bring them over your thighs before placing your hands on his knees. "You more relaxed now?" "A little." "Okay." You lean up, laying between his legs and propping yourself up on the bed before kissing him firmly and biting his bottom lip, drawing a soft sigh to leave him.

Gently, you slip a hand under his hoodie, his waist his a bit smaller but his skin is still smooth as you slide your hand up his waist and his back arches slightly. Sliding further up, you stop at this ribs and under his new anatomy. Your thumb rubs the smooth skin of his tit and his back arches further towards you as you pull back and admired his blown pupils and his red face and ears. "This okay?" He nods shakily and starts to squirm slightly as you move to his neck.

His mouth parts as he finally lets out a couple unmuffled, quiet moans, his new voice is as smooth and beautiful as his actual voice but you know he could let more out, he must still be unsure. "C'mon, Minnie, you can make more noise." "But it's not-" "It may not be your voice but you still sound so good." He chuckles weakly. "Sh-Should I be worried that you like this?" "Hmm, no, but it might be a new thing I love." "Great." You pull away from his neck and glare at him playfully. "Hey, no kink shaming, Kitten." "Sorry." You chuckle and lean back down to kiss him.

He moans when your hand slides further up, cupping the bottom of his tit and squeezing gently. "Sh-Shit." He pulls back and leans his head back, letting out a soft moan as you held his tit. "Okay?" "Y-Yeah." With that admission, you move your hand again to the side, holding it in your palm and placing your thumb on his nipple. He whimpers, grabbing your wrist above the hoodie as his squirming becomes more erratic.

"Can I take this off?" Your free hand tugs the hoodie and he nods his head, bangs already sticking to his forehead. You remove your hand and use both to pull the hoodie up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. His tits weren't too big or small, perfect you'd say before Minho is covering himself and you grab his wrists, taking them into one hand, kissing his pout away before kissing down his neck, holding his hands at his stomach as you trail over his collar bones before leaning up. "Just relax, 'kay?" He hums and you keep eye contact as you lean down and kiss the top of the mound and he whimpers.

You kiss the new skin available to you on both sides before moving over his right nipple, his back arching into your face at your breath blowing over the bud and he whimpers in anticipation before you close the distance with a smirk and close your lips around his nipple. His hands struggle against yours as he moans, you've done this before but it like his new body has a whole new level of sensitivity he didn't know about.

You switch hands that are holding his wrists and your now free left hand moves to play with his other tit and brush over and pinch his nipple. You adjust your body slightly, taking more of his tit into your mouth and when he arches his back when you switched sides to give the other mound attention, his hips jolt and meet your crotch, drawing a groan from you and a moan from him. "F-Fuck, Mn~"

You take that as a plea and grind down into Minho, your cock rubbing against him as your body relaxes slightly against his. Your tongue licks and swirls around his nub before you force yourself to pull away. Both his nipples are red and hard. "Fuck, Lina- Kitten, shit..." You mutter, dropping your head onto his chest and rocking your hips harder into his before trying to withdraw yourself from him. "Sorry, Kitten, I meant Kitten." "Lina?" He pants out and you sigh.

"Fans call your family character Aunty Lina...Didn't know I was into that..." "I-It's okay. We've always w-wanted a dirty secret, no?" You pick your head up and meet his eyes. "Really?" "Yeah. I-I'm okay with it." You surge forward, pressing your lips firmly to his before finally slipping your tongue past his lips as your hips resume their slow drags against Minho's core.

Pulling back, you sit up. "Can I remove these now?" You tug at his pants and he immediately shoves them down before you help him pull them off. He's wearing the boxers from yesterday and you can't stop the groan that leaves you when your thoughts stray. What would he look like in panties? Your cock throbs in your sweats as you remove his boxers and he pulls his knees together to hide from you as you remove your own bottoms.

"Come on, Kitten. Let me see." You gently squeeze his knee and coax him to relax before he spreads his legs and you finally see that the other anatomy he obtained is absolutely soaking. You place your hands on his smaller waist, sliding them down over his belly and you notice another thing the spell didn't effect, his small scar.

Laying on your stomach, you kiss from his scar, over his navel, then move to his inner thigh, kissing from his knee and towards his cunt and he shakes as one of your hands reaches down to spread him open. "Fuck!" Like this, he could outdo any porn star as he throws his head back when you lick from his entrance to his clit, a hand finding your hair as he squeals with a moan and throws his head back, his unoccupied hand gripping the sheets as he melts into the new sensation.

You lick a couple more times, obsessed with his sweetness, before you slide your tongue into him and his legs shake, tightening around your head before relaxing a bit. "F-Fuck, H-Hyung..." His voice dies off as his moans grow louder and his grip of your hair tightens and brings you closer, pushing your nose into his clit.

Pulling back, you move to suck his swollen nub and gently insert a finger into him, pulling a long moan out of him before he's panting to catch his breath. Adding another finger, his grip tightens and his thighs squeeze around your head and his walls tighten. "M-Mn...Mn, I-I think- Fuck, I'm g-gonna cum..." He squeals, pulling you further into him. You were going to edge him and get him to cum on your cock but he wasn't gonna let you go so you stay put, picking up the speed of your fingers and curling them deeply before his hips buck up and his back aches off the bed, his thighs shaking.

You slow down, licking slowly at his clit and slowly curling your fingers to ride him through his high until he's pushing you away when he felt overstimulated. He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares at the ceiling. You pull away, his arousal all over your chin and you wipe it away before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him while your fingers are still inside him, moving just enough to not overwhelm him but also to get him past his high and get him close to another. "You okay?" He whines before huffing heavily.

"There's...Th-There's no proof y-you use a banned spell, right?" You laugh genuinely and push your fingers further into him before curling them and he reaction -a gasp with a moan as he drops his head back- you found his body's g-spot.

"No, there's no trace on banned spells. Why? You like this new feeling?" "Y-Yeah...I-I do...but maybe only on stressful days?" "Okay, with one exception." "What?" "We change you once to prank the boys." "Yes." He answered immediately and you couldn't stop the laugh at how quick he answered.

"Okay. Now, how about we see how you feel in this body with my cock in you." You sit up and hover over him, leaning down to kiss him then moving to leave marks under his ear, under his jaw, all over where you can reach. If you need to hide them from him tomorrow, you'll hide them tomorrow.

Taking his hands into yours, you pin them next to his head, your tip rubbing against him and his hips jump up. "Oh...Sh-Shit~" His head leans back when your tip rubs against his clit. "That feel good, Kitten?" "J-Just put it in." "Don't be impatient. You love my dirty talk." "No I don't." "Really?" You look at him incredulously before leaning down, dropping your voice and whispering in his ear.

"You sure you don't like it? Don't want me to talk about stuffing your cunt? Fucking you like you've never been fucked before? With just my fingers, your walls wouldn't let me go. You love being in this body don't you? Have you ever thought if I could change your body? I bet you have, slutty kitten thinking what my cock feels like if he had cunt, right?" "N-No." "Ah, I think you're lying. Why's my kitten lying to me, huh? Lying isn't very nice, Lina. You know what I do if you lie." "N-No! No! Please don't!" He whines and a cocky grin takes over your lips. "Then admit it. You wondered what I could do when I told you I had magic, didn't you?" "A little..." he murmured and at his admission you reach down and only line yourself up, not moving yet.

He gasps as his hand in your tightens and his free one grips the pillow under his head. "When you woke up, what was the first thing you did?" "I-I freaked out a-and ran to the bathroom." Humming, you push your tip inside. He snaps his mouth shut and moans, hips jolting up to meet yours.

"You sleep shirtless, Kitten. What did you do?" "Turned around w-when I saw myself." You pull back but your hips stop when he protests. "Wait, Wait." "Answer truthfully, my love, and you'll get it." He whines in faux annoyance as his blush seemingly got brighter and traveled further down his neck. "I-I held them..." He muttered and you could barely hear it but smile when you did, pushing back in a little further. "How'd it feel, princess?" Whimpering, he went to cover his face but your hand moves from his thigh to hold it open after guiding yourself into him to grab his wrist and intertwine your hands next to his head again. "Come on, Lina, you can't be a brat around me." "It felt weird but...good. I-I also...touched myself..."

For the double admission, you pushed yourself in and nudged his g-spot, your pelvis almost meeting his. "Fuck! Oh fuck, p-please...please, Hyung, please." You finally pick your head up from his neck and meet his eyes, tears gathered on his lash line and his bangs stuck to his forehead again, his long hair spread out on the pillow. A layer of sweat lays on his skin and his body squirms at your obsessed gaze.

Yes, you both have stuff to unpack later but now, you'll enjoy it. "Hyung, please, just-" He whines, bucking his hips up and he tightens around your length. "Say it, Kitten. Say it." "hngh~ Hyung, just- I don't want to say it, Hyung, please." You pull out slightly and he yelps, "No, No, shit~" "Say you want me...to stuff your cunt."

He whines and looks away from you. Yes, you've been his dom but you were soft, he felt so needy in this moment, so on edge and wanting more, needing more and you haven't even moved yet, you've just been using your voice and calling him princess, kitten, and using his current anatomy, he fell further then he's fallen before.

His voice is meek and quiet when he speaks. "What was that, princess?" He turns his head back to you and his tears have fallen, his eyes glassy as he begs. "Just fuck me, daddy, please." His voice is still small and shy and looking at his eyes, you can still see that he's there but you mentally prepare yourself for a drop at the end of this. "Okay, baby, did so good answering me."

You push the rest of the way in then pull out before starting a quick pace, he was so wet from your teasing and the slickness was honestly addicting. You bury your face in his neck, letting his hands go to hold his waist as you pick up speed and he wraps his arms around your neck, holding you close. "Fuck, Min, feel s'good." All he could let out was whimpers and moans. It felt so different, so weird, so good. Your tip hit deep inside him and when you reach down and thumb his clit, his back arches, nails digging into your back and pulling you closer before he brings his knees up, you angle your hips and thrust deeper a couple more times before he's tightening around you, cumming with a whimper and tugging your hair, throwing his head back.

You pull out of his arms, lifting his hips slightly as you sit up and fuck into him quickly. His legs shake as you hold his thighs open, lost at the sight of the cunt pulling you in and how wet it is and with a choked moan morphing into a groan, you thrust deep inside and still, cumming deep inside him and he clenches, shaking with remnants of his recent orgasm and you thumb his clit, helping his ride his high as you ride out your own.

Leaning back on your heels, you slowly watch as you slip out of him and his body goes limp. With a snap, the book you need is on your nightstand along with a small bowl of warm water and a rag.

You gently close his legs and move his arms over his chest. "Minnie?" You move a few strands of hair from his face before sighing when you get only a whine in return and reach for the rag. You don't know what would happen if you switched him with the state he was in so you clean him up, carefully and gently scooping your release out of him before wiping his sweat away.

Reaching over to the floor, you grab both of your sweats and boxers, putting them on then reaching for your book and casting the reversal spell. F.C swirls move along Minho's body before he's back to himself, his eyes still zoned out as you close the book and place it on your nightstand and kiss his forehead.

"Oh, Jagiya..." You rush to lay next to him, pulling him into your arms as he starts to cry. "Minnie, baby, it's okay." You pull the blankets up over the both of you, getting comfortable before wrapping your arms around him. "Minnie, baby, come back to me, precious." You gently rub his back, flicking a hand towards the door and it cracks itself open just enough so Soonie and Doongi can walk in, Dori following shortly after as the first two jump on the bed.

You start softly singing next to his ear as he cries into your shoulder, soft touches to his arm and Soonie lays next to you and nudges his head against Minho's before laying his head down next to his owner.

Eventually his sobs die down and he moves closer to you, nuzzling into your neck then sitting up. "Hey, careful baby. It's okay." He wipes away his tears before wrapping his arms around himself and noticing that he's back to himself. "Min?" "Hm?" He hums softly. "You okay?" He nods his head and lays back down on your chest and you pull the blanket back over him. "Tired?" "mm'yeah..." His voice is quiet. "Wanna take a nap?" "Yeah..." "M'kay, baby. We can take a nap. Day off?" "Yeah..." "Do you want me to shut up so you can sleep your drop off?" "Yeah."

Giggling softly, you wrap your right arm around his back and the other finds his shorter hair to brush through the strands. "Sleep well, Min." "Quiet." You smile and kiss his temple before closing your eyes and letting your body relax and sleep as well for a couple hours.