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↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Loups]

• Loups (French, wolves)

Warnings: i'm kicking my feet at the beginning, it's so cute!, we love a found family that communicates, werewolves!, they are so cool, Yoongi being so fucking hot whilst working, i fucking need him, OC gets lost at the end lmao lil idiot

Wordcount: 12.3k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters. i fucking love the werewolves & their backstory

Someone opens the blinds. You grumble quietly, burying your face in the pillow to shield you from the light.

“Five more minutes”, Taehyung mumbles into your hair, tugging you closer.

“You already slept long enough, wake up you two”, Yoongi says.

“Why?” you whine.

“Tae has stuff to do today”, he says.

“It can wait”, Taehyung mumbles.

“No, it can’t. We have a busy schedule.”

Taehyung lifts his head from your hair, sending Yoongi a sleepy yet annoyed look.

“Why are you stressing us on this beautiful day?”

“We have a tight schedule”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, “come down in five and put on some clothes”, he says and with that, leaves your room.

Taehyung groans, dropping back on the sheets. Like this, he isn’t spooning you anymore. He runs his fingers through his hair, staring at the paintings of shadow and light the sun casts on the ceiling.

You roll to your side, placing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m so upset”, you mumble, “I wanted this to last eternally.”

Taehyung caresses your hand.

“Me too, my darling”, he says, rolling his head to the side. He studies your features and smiles, running the back of his hand over your cheek, “you are beautiful.”

“I look sleepy.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are so beautiful”, he says, tracing your lips, “you are the living proof that what Fringella said was a lie.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge his tummy.

“Sweet talker”, you mumble.

Taehyung smiles cutely and props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“I’m going to use the powder room to freshen up. Pick out some clothes if you want to”, he tells you and rolls out of bed.

You stay in bed in the time it takes him to freshen up. You change between being awake and slumbering peacefully, enjoying the tranquillity of the morning to its fullest. Last night was amazing. Taehyung was so wonderful and he treated you with such tenderness. You really missed this side of him.

“You still haven’t gotten ready?”

You lift your head. Taehyung is in form fitted pants and a flowy blouse.

“The bed’s so cozy, don’t blame me”, you murmur, dropping back into the pillow.

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He takes your hands and pins them above your head, using the leverage he has on you to lean down and steal a kiss from you. It robs you of air and sanity. He tastes like minty toothpaste and your sweet downfall.

He breaks away, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Thank you for last night”, he whispers and slips from your hold to leave the room in a confident strut.

“Damn”, you get out, touching your own chest right where your heart is beating like crazy. You won’t recover from this very soon. This just messed with your head.

The vampires gathered in the kitchen when you finally find the strength to come downstairs. They were talking before, but shift their gazes to you.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

“Good morning, ___”, Jungkook greets you with a sweet smile.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bared legs then the slightly sheer top you chose to wrap yourself in. He looks away.

“Good morning”, he greets you, “you look well-rested.”

“If you’re going to make a dirty remark, I’m drop kicking you”, you warn.

Hoseok laughs, lifting his hands in defence.

“You insinuated it, not I”, he says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to Yoongi. He joined your side, currently leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Tea and croissant?” he asks.

“You don’t have to make food for me.”

“Okay. Tea and croissant”, he says, making you smile fondly.

“Fine, tea and croissant. Thank you, my prince”, you give in.

While Yoongi is busy preparing your breakfast, you join the others by the table. The seat next to Taehyung is still empty and so you take it, pulling one leg on the chair to get more comfortable. There is a big map sprawled on the table.

“Are we marking out where to go next?” you ask, studying the map. There are red crosses all over the map and judging by the opened marker by Yoongi’s seat, he placed them on the paper.

“We are marking where Namjoon’s followers were sighted according to Fredrick”, Jungkook explains.

“Those are a lot of marks.”

“Yeah, there are lot of his followers here in Paris.”

“I didn’t expect this.”

“I told you Paris is a rancid city”, Yoongi says, carrying your breakfast to the table. He sets it down in front of you and you thank him, “I fucking hate coming here. Paris is full of fucked up perverts. It’s always been like that and will always stay this way.”

“I can’t understand why that is. I imagine with the wolves so strongly represented here, vampires would avoid the city”, Taehyung says.

“Honestly, I think they get off on the fighting.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about”, you confess.

Yoongi and Taehyung shift their gazes to you. They look grim, as if the situation was terrible to think about.

“Two hundred years ago, the city looked different”, Yoongi begins, “wolves disappeared only to show up again a few days later, maimed and drained of all blood. Vampires disappeared never to be seen again, because some revenge driven wolves hunted them down and killed them. Humans got caught in the crossfire and the witches tried to keep the peace as best as possible.”

“It was terrible. You really didn’t want to bear witness to those times”, Taehyung says.

“It got better with time, but the wolves are rooted deeply with the Parisian culture. They built this city and while the vampires say otherwise, it’s true.”

“That’s so cool, wow”, you say, “do humans know of the supernatural?”

“No. They don’t know that one group wants to kill them while the other fights to keep them safe. It’s best that they don’t know. It makes sleeping easier.”

“Woah damn, that comes as a surprise, I really thought that with how historical this city is for you guys, the humans would know.”

“There was a time where they did, but the knowledge faded more and more into fables over the centuries”, Taehyung explains.

“Mhm, it makes sense. I guess it was a little easier to believe in the supernatural back in the day”, you say.

Yoongi chuckles and looks back into the map. He points at a cross in one of the northern neighbourhoods.

“I will meet up with an important Alpha there”, he says.

“Alpha? Like in your pretend-fraternity?”

“No. A leader of a wolf pack.”

“I see. That makes more sense. Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“Don’t apologise, my princess”, Yoongi assures you with a warm smile. One which makes your heart flutter. You lower your eyes to the map shyly, taking a sip of the delicious tea he prepared.

“And I will go there and see if I can gather some intel on Oz’ blood clubs”, Taehyung explains.

“Who is Oz?” you ask.

“One of Namjoon’s closest contacts. I interacted with him a few times and hated every second of it. You don’t want to meet him. He gets off on taking out eyes and fucking the socket.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Namjoon and his people, like genuinely?” you gasp and shudder in disgust, “this is fucking disgust. Who in their right mind would even think of something like that?”

“Trust me, he is very far from being right in the head.”

“Yeah clearly.”

“He runs the underground blood clubs in Paris and if we can figure out just where exactly they are, we could eliminate the greatest thread on the Parisians.”

“Yeah and hit Namjoon right where it hurts”, Yoongi says, lowering his eyes darkly, “he’s so fucking proud of his little business. I’ve been dreaming of the day where I finally eradicate this stupid network. I’ve never been that close to achieving it.”

“Yeah especially with the stone the witches gave me”, Hoseok says.

Your eyes shift to the small inconspicuous looking stone next to Yoongi’s palm. So that explains why this is on the table. You were wondering what it meant.

“A stone?” you ask.

“It’s a present from a witch coven a little outside of Paris”, Hoseok says, “I met with them this morning and tried to convince them to fight with us, but sadly, I wasn’t able to. They are too scared to die”, Hoseok says.

“Really? That’s a pity.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “but it’s probably best they stayed away. Namjoon’s creations are unpredictable. I want to avoid people dying for this course as much as possible.”

“I agree with you”, Taehyung say and the rest of you nod your heads as well.

“And what does this stone mean?”

“I got this from the witches”, Hoseok says.

“But it’s just a stone.”

“It’s not just a stone. They said that it can be used in some sort of device? I don’t really know.”

You lift the stone into the light and inspect it with one eyes closed. You twist and turn it a few times.

“A device? It looks so normal to me.”

“It’s not. Please give it to me, it’s really rare”, Yoongi says and opens his palm for you to place the stone into.

“Oh shoot, of course. Here.”

“Thanks, princess”, he says and lets it slip into the pocket of his flannel afterwards, “if we get the rest of the ingredients, we can create a powerful weapon. Not even Namjoon will be immune to its effects.”

“Will it be deadly to him?”

“No, but paralyzing.”

“Woah I didn’t know that. That’s powerful stuff then”, Hoseok gasps, “and here I was thinking that they were messing with me.”

“No, they weren’t. Tell them thanks.”

“I will right away”, Hoseok says and pulls out his phone to type a cutely written message to the witches. He furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seokjin just told me to call him. Give me a minute, I’ll be right back”, he says and gets up to leave the room.

You watch him until he disappears, exchanging a look.

“Do you guys think that he is okay?” you ask.

“I really hope so”, Jungkook says nervously.

“I am sure that he is”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, let’s hope for the best and focus on the mission ahead”, Yoongi says to which the rest of you agree.

“Your plans sound awesome. I would love to see Namjoon’s stupid face once he realises what you did with the blood clubs.”

“You will. Once I catch him, you will.”

You study the map.

“And what can the rest of us do in the meantime?”

“I’ll go with Taehyung”, Jungkook says, “it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“That sounds like a plan. What can I do?”

Yoongi scoffs, making you look at him in question. He looks amused, but in an almost mocking way.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re staying here. I don’t know why you’re even asking. It’s way too dangerous for you.”

You pout, “rude.”

“Hey”, he softens his voice, “I’m sorry, but you know that we can’t take you. You could get hurt.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, giving up with a defeated sigh, “oh, what I wouldn’t give to also be cool and strong like you guys.”

“You’re even cooler than us”, Jungkook says.

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course I do. You’re making sure the apartment stays safe. That’s the coolest job”, he says and grins cutely.

You snort, “thanks, I love your optimism.”

The guys leave to get ready once you finished breakfast while you stayed back to wash the dishes. You are really sad that you have to stay back. You really wanted to meet wolves. You obviously understood why you couldn’t go with Taehyung and Jungkook, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t at least come with Yoongi. He must have his reasons for it however. He wouldn’t leave you back if he didn’t have to.

You startle when two strong arms snake around your body. You tense up and let out a little squeak.

“It’s me”, Yoongi assures you.

“Boongie”, you relax instantly, falling against his chest, “you startled me.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “at least that didn’t change.”

“You’re a meanie”, you murmur and run your hands up and down his lower arms until you land at his hands. You trace his wrist bones, resting your head against his shoulder. You sneak a glance at him as best as possible.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“You missed me?”

“Mhm, you were gone for so long.”

He snorts, “I was upstairs for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, that’s too long.”

Yoongi stubs you with his nose and pecks your cheek.

“You’re so dramatic”, he whispers, kissing your neck gently, “go back to cleaning, I’m right here.”

“Don’t wanna”, you say, turning in his hold. You hook your arms behind his head, playing with his hair, “wanna look at you.”

Yoongi chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear. His voice tickles you nicely as he speaks in a soft whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Once I’m back, you can look at me all night, princess.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm, promise”, he purrs, “except for when I make your eyes roll back just for me.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, pushing at his chest harshly, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t say that so casually!”

Yoongi smirks lazily and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re on about”, he says nonchalantly, stepping back to prepare himself a glass of water.

“So mean”, you murmur, feeling hot all over. You turn back to the stove and scrub it with a slight pout on your lips.

Yoongi stays with you, drinking the water as he watches you work.

“What will you do today?” he asks you.

“Be bored as fuck? Can’t I come with you? Please?”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were safe here.”

“But what if I stay with you and really, really listen to what you say?”

Yoongi purses his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t give you an answer, as before he can, Taehyung and Jungkook join you. They both wear sturdy clothes.

Taehyung hurries to you and sweeps you off your feet just so he can twirl you. You squeak and giggle, holding onto his shoulders.

“Look at you”, he beams up at you, “I missed you violently upstairs.”

“You did?” you giggle.

“I did. Every second without you felt like hell.”

You fluster immensely, feeling your cheeks heat up. You giggle, lowering your head shyly.

Taehyung sets you down and cups your cheeks to tilt your head up.

“Please allow this starved man one kiss.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Tae”, you mumble, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses you deeply. So deeply in fact that your knees buckle a little and Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Can you guys not do that here?”

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a loud “mwuah”, sending Yoongi a playful grin.

“Are you telling me that I should deny myself of this earthly blessing?”

Yoongi lifts a finger in warning.

“Please don’t pull me into this, wannabe Shakespeare.”

Taehyung laughs and you snicker.

“You are hilarious, hyung”, he says and takes a step back.

“Come here”, Yoongi tells Jungkook and Jungkook follows.

Yoongi grips Jungkook by the back of his head, running his eyes over his body carefully.

“Did you put on the thick jacket, kiddo?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, “yes, hyung. And the stab proof vest so stakes can’t pierce me.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, “that’s good, kiddo.”

Jungkook smiles fondly, “thank you, hyung”, he says.

Hoseok enters the room. All eyes are on him instantly. He looks upset.

“And?” Jungkook stresses, shimmying from side to side nervously.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “he wants me to pick him up at the train station”

“Already?” you gasp, “but it’s barely been three days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And? What did he say? Did he find Emma? Are they together again? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, but he didn’t sound happy”, Hoseok says and touches the side of his neck, “I don’t think that they’re a thing again.”

“Noo, this can’t be happening”, Jungkook says and tears up slightly, “please not Jinnie hyung.”

“No Seokjin, no”, you sag your shoulders sadly, “this is the worst day ever. I’m so sad for him. What the hell?”

“Yeah, right? I was so excited for him, but I guess it’s been too long since they saw each other. I bet they were way too different or maybe he didn’t even find her.”

“This sucks, what the hell. I’m so sad right now.”

“Me too”, Hoseok says and then looks at Yoongi, “I hope you don’t mind that I won’t come with you. I wanna be there for Jinnie when he comes back.”

“Go to him. He needs you more than I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Be there for our friend. He needs support”, Yoongi says.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be his best support ever”, Hoseok says and tries to diffuse the situation by cracking a stupid joke, “number one supporter Jung Hoseok”, he says and tries to laugh.

You all chuckle even if it felt a little forced.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asks, “I’m going to the train station, but what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll come with you for now, I can meet up with the wolves later.”

“I’ll come with you too”, you say, “I want to be there for Jin when he comes back. Please Yoongi?”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask.”

“Can I come with you too?” Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung, “I know I’m basically putting all the danger on your shoulders, but this is really important to me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, my angel”, Taehyung assures him, “hyung, may I borrow some of your Paris students for today? I can’t change the meet up time as my source is only free today.”

“Of course. Take as many as you need, Tae”, Yoongi assures him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get dressed right away”, you say and leave the room.

You meet Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok by the door. Yoongi is in the middle of putting on a beanie on Jungkook’s head, murmuring about him needing to stay warm while Jungkook looks at him with sparkly eyes.

“Where’s Tae?” you ask them.

“He already left. He told us to tell you that he loves you and he hopes that you have a lovely day”, Hoseok explains.

“No, I wanted to give him a kiss before he leaves, but thank you Hobi.”

“Of course”, Hoseok says and grins cutely.

Yoongi steps closer to you then and wraps a scarf around you.

“You should stay warm, princess”, he says.

“You’re so cute”, you say, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi finishes with a quiet hum and a nod of his head, stepping back after caressing your cheek with his hand. He is truly the most precious person.

You leave the house together.

“Do you guys wanna get some coffee for our journey?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi looks at you, “what do you say, princess? Do you want some tea?”

You nod your head.

“Funky. Let’s go together then.”

“Yeah okay”, you say and let Hoseok guide you down the stairs by your elbow.

“We should put some caffeine into our system”, he says, holding Jungkook’s hand by his other side, “should we stop for croissants? I bet they’re really yummy in Paris.”

You shake your head, “I already ate, I’m really good, unless you want to go.”

“I do. Your breakfast looked so good, now I’m craving croissants too.”

“Then we can go, of course.”

Yoongi joins your side, “why didn’t you guys wait for me?” he asks.

“Oh? Sorry hyung, we thought that you were already following us.”

“I was locking the place”, with a little twirl he walks in front of you, having his back turned to the road ahead, “Hoseok’s right. We should get food and drinks. They’re on me. What do you guys want?” he says, touching both your and Jungkook’s upper arm.

“I don’t know yet”, you both say.

“Hoba, what do you want?” Yoongi asks.

“Croissants. ___’s breakfast looked delicious.”

“Good. Croissants it is. Kookie, do you want to look up a good place for it?”

“Yes, I could do that”, Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. He starts typing with a concentrated pout as looses himself in his task of finding the best place close by.

Yoongi changes spots, returning to your side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers instantly, thumb caressing his skin softly. He swings your arms back and forth, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You look at him and the little grin he sends you. You can’t help but smile. He is so cute.

Now victorious in his task of making you smile, Yoongi walks easier, holding your hand while Jungkook keeps reporting about the different croissant places. There is one just down the block which sells crispy croissants but which is way too expensive. Then another two metro stops north which is cheaper but which doesn’t have the best reviews. And another which sounded nice at first until Jungkook said that the owner had the reputation of being a rude Parisian. You decide on taking the metro a few stops closer to the train station and then visiting a café which was on the way. Jungkook says that the reviews were all good and the prices even better.

You board the train and walk to an empty seat. The others let you sit while they position themselves in front of you. Yoongi claims the spot right in front of you, reaching up to twist one of the handles to hold on. Not that something like a moving train can affect vampires, so you realise as both Jungkook and Hoseok stand perfectly still when the train starts moving rather sudden, while the humans around them sway and stumble in search for balance. Yoongi only sways because a random passenger accidentally stumbled back and pushed their backbag into him.

They apologise by sending Yoongi a judgmental look over their shoulder. Yoongi sends it right back, then turns to look at you. Your eyes are fixated outside, but lock with Yoongi in the reflection of the window. He gives you a little grin, one that only really lifts the corners of his lips. You turn your head, now actually looking at him. Yoongi switches his gaze to you as well, smile growing when you slip your hand between his legs just so you can hold onto his thigh as the train makes you sway. You rest your head against his thigh, turning it to leave one little kiss on him and then it is already back to resting against him. Yoongi places his hand on the top of your head, caressing you with his thumb as gently as possible.

You leave the metro station after five stops. A slight wind picked up. The café is just down the street according to the map on Jungkook’s phone screen.

“Do you guys already know what you’ll be getting?” Hoseok says.

“Of course I do. I checked the menu online and they have five different types of croissants. I want to get the walnut cinnamon one and the regular one”, Jungkook says.

“Ooh JK, you did your research like always”, Hoseok coos, patting his upper back.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says shyly.

“That’s our Kookie. You can trust that he’ll do the best job”, Yoongi says, making Jungkook smile bashfully.

Yoongi holds the door open for the rest of you. A stranger slips inside as well, thanking Yoongi with a dismissive nod of his head. He hurries straight to the counter, cutting you in line.

“Rude”, Hoseok murmurs, sticking his tongue out at him when he isn’t looking.

“They’re all entitled cunts here”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yeah? Have you been to Paris before?”

“Mhm. Too many times. I always hated it.”

“It’s because he only spent his time in hotel rooms”, you say, sending him a teasing look.

Yoongi scoffs, “you don’t know that.”

“You said so yourself.”

Yoongi studies your face. He smiles softly and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Just order your food, princess”, he says fondly, “it’s your turn.”

You go for one regular and one with extra butter. While Hoseok takes one with chocolate and a big cup off iced coffee. Yoongi orders coffee as well while you order a hot chocolate. Jungkook doesn’t order a drink, but will regret it later and buy a can of coke from a street vending machine.

You don’t stay at the café. Instead you wander to the metro station slowly. Yoongi is holding your hand and carries the regular croissant in his jacket pocket so once you finished the butter one, you can finish this one too. He keeps it in a paper bag. You really like the croissant. Jungkook and Hoseok like it too and Yoongi says that the coffee is a little too sweet but that the milk saves it. He already finished the coffee once you board the train again and you are on your second croissant, chewing on it happily.

This time around, there are four spots empty. You all sit down. The train starts a few moments later.

“And this one will take us straight to the train station, right?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, according to the plan it will”, Jungkook says, looking it up on his phone.

“You have net down here?” you ask, checking your phone, “how? My phone says only emergency calls are allowed.”

“I took a screenshot of the plan. I’m a genius like that.”

“Our Jungkookie like always”, Hoseok coos, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. He relaxes with a sigh, stretching out his legs.

You wiggle your hand between Yoongi’s arm and his body, intertwining your fingers with him seconds later. He sneaks a glance at you.

“I like holding your hand”, you say, painting fondness on his face.

“Me too”, Yoongi murmurs then sneaks a shy glance at Hoseok and Jungkook.

They seem more interested in what is happening outside than you holding hands.

“Are you guys going somewhere after we meet Jin? Are you still meeting with the Alpha?” Hoseok asks, finally changing his gaze to you and Yoongi. He sees your locked hands but doesn’t say anything. Why should he? You two were dating and that means mandatory hand holding whilst sitting . He is a little surprised however at Yoongi’s willingness to be publicly affectionate. Now bear in mind, Hoseok always knew that the Creator had a hidden soft side. After all, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn’t fall so goddamn deep for someone who wasn’t gentle or soft. So Hoseok always knew that Yoongi was a secret softie, but seeing him so openly affectionate with you still feels peculiar to him. Peculiar but also really nice. You and Yoongi seem so happy with each other. Hoseok likes that.

“Yes. Maël from the wolf tribes”, Yoongi says.

“Oh. Oh. Oh?”

“What?”

“The Alpha you’re meeting is Maël? The Maël?”

“Yeah…why?” Yoongi cocks up his right brow.

“Because he is a legend. Hello?”

“He is a legend? Why is he a legend?” Jungkook asks what you were wondering as well.

“He is the biggest deal as far as underground raves are concerned. I heard that the wolves of this city run the best raves ever. I never got into one because they’re so exclusive”, Hoseok explains, “did you hear that too, hyung?”

Yoongi nods his head, “Maël’s a little too old for that these days. It’s mostly his grandson who’s passionate for that type of crap.”

“It’s not crap. Have you ever been on one of the wolves’ raves?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“You were?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yes. It sucked.”

“Why? It’s the wolves’ rave”, Hoseok widens his eyes.

“So? It was loud and they started wrestling one hour in. Have you ever been in the middle of wolves wrestling it out?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s not fun. I got bitten twice. It took me three days to heal from that shit.”

“Woah okay that’s so cool. You can actually heal from their bite?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, sadly.”

“Hey”, you nudge his thigh harshly, “don’t say that.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles guiltily.

“No, but you don’t get how cool that is, ___”, Hoseok says, “I knew a vampire, who knew a vampire whose cousin, who was also a vampire, died after a werewolf bit him. Did you guys know that our magic does not go well with their magic? His whole body turned into one giant blister before he literally exploded. This is so nasty. Imagine that happening to you.”

You pull a grimace of disgust, “that does sound awful.”

“It was awful. Thankfully I didn’t have to see it”, Hoseok says and laughs, “and you healed from it, hyung?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating. Did you also turn into a giant blister?”

“No, but my arm was twice its size and hurt like hell.”

“Amazing”, Hoseok whispers, “you can seriously heal from everything, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Is there anything that can actually kill you?”

“Why would I tell you that in public where everyone can hear us?”

“You’ve got a point”, Hoseok says, looking around with squinted eyes, “there could be spies everywhere.” Hoseok settles back in his seat, “I still can’t believe that you called their rave crap.”

“It was crap.”

“You have no taste in great parties. Tzt, I’m so jealous I want to go to one too.”

“Come with us and I’ll ask Maël to let us in. I’m not saving your ass when you get bit though.”

Hoseok chuckles, “no, I’m alright. I don’t want to mess with wolves.”

“Yeah, it’s probably safer for you to stay away from them. I don’t want you to get bit”, Yoongi says, turning his head to look outside. Not that there is lots to see outside. Just darkness and the occasional flash of an emergency light when the train passes by one.

The drive to the train station takes around twenty minutes and by the time the metro rolls into its stop, the cabin is stuffed with people. Most of them are accompanied by their suitcases or travel bags while some seemed to be squished between them with their work attire on. Yoongi leads the way, fighting his way through the crowd whilst holding your hand tightly. Hoseok holds your other hand in order not to get lost and Jungkook is left with apologising duty to the poor people Yoongi pushes out of the way.

You gather in a little circle once you found a calmer spot on the metro platform.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, looking at Hoseok.

“His train should be on platform four. He said that it’ll be here by two”, Hoseok says, checking the huge clock on the station wall, “that’s in five minutes. We gotta hurry.”

“I saw the sign for platform four back there”, you say, pointing over Jungkook’s head.

They look at where you are pointing.

“Awesome perception, ___. Let’s go”, Hoseok says, stomping off with confidence.

You follow him, matching his tempo as best as possible.

Jungkook walks between you and Hoseok.

“Do you guys think that he will be alright?” he asks.

“I can’t say”, you say, “did he say if he found Emma?”

“No, he just said that he’ll come to Paris today”, Hoseok says.

“We just have to wait with lots of hugs”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “we have to be there for him, you guys.”

“Of course, I’m so ready to snuggle him”, you say.

“Totally, my arms are ready to engulf him”, Hoseok says, giving his own chest a little tap.

“Maybe he found her”, Yoongi says, “you never know.”

“Totally, let’s hope for the best”, you agree to which Jungkook and Hoseok nod their heads.

You reach the platform by walking up two flights of stairs and a long tunnel where advertisements greet you in flashing lights and colourful posters. Although there is more space, the crowds don’t become any less dense. Chatter in different languages surrounds you, barely audible announcements cut through it every now and then and sometimes the ringing of a bell whenever a train leaves its platform can be heard.

You pass by a donut booth, eyeing the sweet treats. Yoongi offers to buy you one if you want to, to which you deny him with a fond smile. He then proceeds to blush and squeeze your hand gently.

Platform four is surprisingly less busy than you imagined it to be. There were still many people waiting for the train, but the almost suffocating busyness of the rest of the station ceased to exist.

You arrive just in time for the bell to ring and for the announcer to welcome the train.

“He’s here”, Jungkook gasps, bouncing on the spot, “guys, I’m so nervous.”

“Same”, Hoseok says, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook. The latter gives him a soft squeeze and then continues rocking back and forth on his heels and toes.

The train stops with a loud squeak. The door opens just moments later. Crowds and crowds of people leave it, all seeming so busy with their lives.

“Can you guys see him?” you asks, getting on your tiptoes just to see better.

“Not yet”, Jungkook says with squinted eyes.

“Should we get closer?” Hoseok suggests.

“Maybe.”

“I see him”, Yoongi says, lifting his arm to point down at the platform.

“Where?”

“There.”

“I see him too”, Jungkook says and then gasps, “oh my god there is a woman next to him!”

She is smiling while he is talking. Her steps are filled with a happy skip, making her yellow dress dance. The colour suits the dark colour of her afro so very well, practically making her glow in the sunlight. They are holding hands.

“Is that Emma?” you gasp.

“I guess. Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome”, Hoseok says and lifts his arm to wave, “Seokjin! Emma!” he calls out loudly.

Seokjin and Emma turn upon hearing his call. Their eyes light up.

Seokjin lifts his arm and waves back. Emma does the same seconds later, showing off her teeth in a bright smile.

You begin to run, Seokjin and Emma begin to run. You all meet in the middle. Hoseok and Jungkook fall around Seokjin’s neck instantly, hugging their friend as if they haven’t seen him in hundreds of years.

“You found her, hyung!” Jungkook squeals, crying the happiest tears.

“I can’t believe you actually did it”, Hoseok laughs.

Seokjin smiles, hugging them tightly, “I did. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too, hyungie”, the two vampires say in unison and seconds later the three begin jumping in a circle whilst singing a nonsense song about being reunited again. It is beyond adorable to watch.

You and Yoongi welcome Emma.

“You must be Emma. Hello”, you say, offering her your hand to shake.

“And you must be ___, hello”, she says in a sweet voice, shaking your hand, “Seokjin told me all about you guys”, she says and looks at Yoongi, “we know each other already. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do”, Yoongi shakes her hand, “it’s good to see that you are doing well.”

“I am. Now even better”, she says, turning to Seokjin who just this moment leaves the group hug. He looks at you and Yoongi and smiles. Yoongi retorts it with a nod of his head.

“I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”, you say, opening your arms for a hug.

One that Seokjin retorts happily, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so happy too”, he says, “how are you doing?”

“I’m good. Now even better”, you break away so you can smile at him, “I bet you guys are so happy to be reunited again.”

“We are”, Seokjin intertwines his fingers with Emma, “please look at her. She is the most beautiful woman on earth”, he says and laughs squeakily, wiggling on the spot.

“You’re flustering me”, Emma says, lowering her gaze shyly.

“Waah you two are so cute”, Hoseok coos and nudges Seokjin’s side, “you have to tell us everything. Was it difficult to find each other? Did you know who you were instantly?” he asks as your reunited group begins strutting down the platform to the exit.

“Of course we did. I saw him and knew exactly who he was”, Emma says.

“Yes? God, that sounds so romantic. Did you guys talk a lot?” Jungkook asks.

“We did more crying than talking didn’t we?” Emma asks in a sweet giggle.

Seokjin chuckles, nodding his head.

“I was such a mess, you guys. I saw her through her shop window and instantly bawled my eyes out. She had to be the one to discover me and come outside to get me. It was so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that my tulip”, Emma says, nudging his arm gently, “I was as much of a mess as he was. I thought that I would never see him again and then there he was right in front of my shop. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“This sounds so romantic, all of it”, Jungkook gushes, “like a real life fairytale.”

Emma and Seokjin exchange a loving gaze. They both look whipped for each other.

“But I gotta scold you for a moment, hyung”, Hoseok says.

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Why did you make it sound as if you were unsuccessful? Seriously, we were already imagining the worst things.”

“It was Emma’s idea”, Seokjin confesses and the two lovebirds snicker mischievously, “we wanted to mess with you guys.”

“What?” Hoseok gasps dramatically, “you big meanies! We were so worried for you”, he whines loudly.

Emma and Seokjin laugh.

“I’m sorry, bro”, Seokjin nudges Hoseok’s arm, “the opportunity was too big not to grasp it.”

“I hope you aren’t upset”, Emma says.

“I guess I’m not, wah so mean”, Hoseok pouts, “well, I’m happy that you guys both arrived safely. You have to tell us everything. And I mean everything.”

And so Seokjin and Emma give you every little detail. Emma tells you about Seokjin bringing tulips and Seokjin confesses that he almost passed out in nervousness when handling them to her. They snicker when they tell you that they both cried miserably whilst making dinner later that night because we they were so happy to be reunited again. They hold each other closer when they come to the part of the story where they tell about how they talked all night and cuddled and you all melted in fondness as their love could be felt by everyone. Hoseok tries to ask if they had sex too, which earned him a gentle slap to the back by Seokjin and a teasing remark by Yoongi. Seokjin then spent a good minute trying to explain to Emma that Hoseok sometimes is way too nosy for his own good and Emma snickered.

You boarded the metro together and chatted the entire way, not caring about whether or not the other passengers were annoyed by your talking. You just wanted to catch up and get to know each other. Emma tells you about her flower fields which she needs for her perfumes and you tell her about your love for gardening. You also talk a lot about flowers and your shared interest in them. You liked Emma even more afterwards and she did the same. Yoongi also asks her if she managed to learn control to which she tells the very thrilling story of how she met her best friend and business partner Genevieve, another Glutton, and that she taught her all about control. Yoongi tells her that he was happy that she did and then he apologises for not being able to help her in the past to which Emma assures him that there was nothing to forgive with a lovely smile.

The busy crowd of the metro station breaks up once you are out on the streets again. The wind of before stopped, now bright sunlight shines down on you, forcing the vampires to take out their sunglasses and put them on.

“What do you guys say to food?” Jungkook asks, “should we go somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less sunlight.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, I would love to go”, Emma says, nodding her head.

“You guys should go without me”, Yoongi says.

“Are you leaving already?” Hoseok asks, “no hyung, stay”, he whines.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I can’t. I’ll meet you guys later. Maël is waiting for me.”

“Ah yeah, I get that. Totally. It’s sad, we would have loved to have you with us.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck. He doesn’t know how to show it, but Hoseok’s words make him feel really happy.

“Who is Maël?” Seokjin asks.

“A really important werewolf, who'll help us with Namjoon.”

“Werewolves?” Emma gasps, “I thought that we shouldn’t get close to them because of their bite.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ll go alone.”

“Why? Isn’t it dangerous for you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“But if they bite you, you’ll die.”

“He can’t die. He's a Creator”, Hoseok explains.

“A Creator? Wow okay”, Emma exhales loudly, “that…wow.”

Yoongi gives her a shy smile.

“Now where do you guys wanna go? I’m in the mood for steak, what do you think?” Hoseok asks, taking out his phone to look for a good place.

“Steak sounds amazing”, Jungkook gasps, “Emma, do you like steak?”

“Yes, I do. I think it’s best when it’s rare.”

The vampires chuckle.

“I think so too”, Jungkook says and grins cutely.

Emma retorts it happily.

You inch closer to Yoongi, calling his attention by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket.

“Can I come with you?”

“Do you not want to go with the others?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I’ll meet them later with you. I…” you lower your eyes shyly, “I want to meet werewolves”, you confess.

“You do?”

“Yes. Please can I come with you? Please Boongie?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe and clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Why not? It shouldn’t be dangerous”, he says, nodding his head.

You smile, “thank you. I promise that I’ll listen.”

Yoongi chuckles, pinching your cheek gently, “I know. Fine, let’s go. Maël hates waiting.”

“Wait. Are you leaving too?” Hoseok gasps.

You nod your head, “I really want to meet werewolves.”

“Wah you guys are both leaving. Our group won’t feel the same without you”, Hoseok whines and steps closer to pat your and Yoongi’s arms, “please be careful, you guys.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything”, Yoongi says.

“You too”, Hoseok says, “should we meet up at a bar once you’re done?”

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He nods his head, saying what you were thinking as well.

“We could do that.”

“Funky. I'll text you guys the deets once we know more.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you say, “you guys eat lots and yummy. Yeah?”

“We will. You guys try not to get killed by wolves.”

You and Yoongi chuckle.

“We will”, Yoongi says, taking your hand, “come now, princess. We should leave.”

And after one last round of goodbyes, you finally turn to go your separate ways. They strut down the streets while you and Yoongi take the metro again. The cart is filled with people and you end up having to stand by the doors. Yoongi stands completely still despite various movements of the train, while you find your support by holding onto his waist. You don’t talk a lot because the stuff you could talk about most definitely would sound worrisome to the common person. Werewolves, vampires and witches. It’s too dangerous to talk about that kind of stuff next to normal humans. Especially because between those humans, enemies of all sorts could linger.

Your journey ends just a little outside of Paris. The neighbourhood was still dense with buildings and bustling with life, but one could feel the easiness of suburban life. The almost suffocating maximalism of the inner city has ceased to exist.

“It’s so pretty here”, you say, looking around the streets.

“You think so? It looks normal to me”, Yoongi says, holding your hands.

“I think it’s pretty”, you give him a sweet smile, “it’s almost feels like the Paris date you promised me.”

Yoongi smiles and scoffs, “you’re such a liar sometimes. I never promised you anything.”

You snicker.

“So are those wolves dangerous?” you ask him.

“Not to humans. To vampires very much.”

“What? But that means you’re in danger.”

“I can handle it, don’t worry. Maël knows that I’m coming.”

“I see. So we won’t be attacked?”

“I can’t guarantee that, so stay close. Yeah?”

“Yes, okay.”

Yoongi and you cross a bridge. A small canal – around ten meters of width – digs its way into the environment under your feet. There are a few people relaxing by the river bed, catching the warm rays of sunlight.

“We just entered their territory”, Yoongi tells you.

“Really? Was the bridge the border?”

“Yeah. The canal’s where their territory ends.”

“What happens to vampires that cross this border?”

“Depends. Most vampires know the wolves’ territory and stay away. The ones who cross mostly have bad intentions and get eliminated by the wolves and the ones who don’t, get around five seconds of fucking off again.”

“I see. So do vampires and wolves not get along in general or is it just in Paris?”

“There has always been a certain distaste between our races, but the rivalry is stronger in Paris. The vampires say that they were first here, while the wolves say the same thing. There was a time once where the wolves owned everything north of the Seine while the vampires owned the southern neighbourhoods, but it’s gotten better over the centuries. These days, it’s only a few neighbourhoods which are owned by vampires or wolves and the clans tend to stay away from each other.”

“I see. So why do you guys dislike each other?”

“Vampires hate the wolves because their bite can kill and more often than not, it’s the wolves who break up blood parties to save innocent lives. Wolves hate vampires because they kill humans and more often than not, they like to crash their raves for easy prey. Honestly, I agree with the wolves. Most vampires are bastards”, Yoongi says and clicks his tongue in distaste.

“I see. But you’re not a bastard”, you say.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks, I guess.”

“Mhm”, you say, giving his arm a little hug, “thank you for telling me all of this and for taking me with you. I still think that it’s so fascinating that magic and supernatural races are real, so thank you for educating me. I really like learning about you and the other races.”

“No worries. You should learn”, Yoongi says, nodding his head in contentment. He shows you one of his cute smiles, the kind which puffs out his cheeks and which only really tugs up the corners of his lips. He tugs you closer. “Don’t startle”, he says.

“What do you- ah!” you scream up and stumble back as someone lands right in front of you. On all fours. They lift their head, revealing a human man’s face to your eyes. His lower face is covered in a thick, long beard and his eyes glow golden.

“What’s a bloodsucker and a human doing in our territory?” he growls, sniffing your legs loudly.

You sneak a panicky glance at Yoongi then at the man sniffing your legs.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks, moving his head closer to your middle. Not in a sexual way, but it still makes you feel weird.

“Back off, please”, you say, inching closer to Yoongi to escape that weirdo’s nose.

The man stands up, towering over you and Yoongi significantly. His muscles are stretching the material of his shirt, his lower arms are revealed enough to show off the thick hair on them. His nails are long and sharp. Is this one of the wolves?

“You have five seconds to explain yourselves and then I’ll get violent”, he warns.

“And you have four seconds to be a good fucking doggy and take us to Maël”, Yoongi says dryly.

“I’ll kill you”, the man spits, exposing his wolf fangs in a loud growl.

You flinch back, while Yoongi stays calm.

“Beau, stop that”, a man’s deep voice cuts through the air.

The werewolf looks over his shoulder. An elderly man is walking to you. A walking stick keeps him supported. Heavy golden rings glisten on his hairy fingers and buried deep in his exposed chest hair, golden chains glimmer. He looks wealthy and important.

“That’s no way to greet our guests”, he speaks.

“Oh?” Beau looks at you then Yoongi, “forgive me, I thought you were trespassers.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “one of yours?” he asks the elderly wolf.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend”, the man says, finally reaching your side. He bows at Yoongi, getting helped back up by Beau afterwards.

“It’s good to see you too, Maël. You got old as fuck”, Yoongi says.

Maël laughs.

“I can’t deny that I have. That’s what two whole centuries do to you”, he says, “now come. We prepared drinks. Do you still enjoy whiskey?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

“Perfect. Beau is brewing it himself”, Maël says, “he is Mary’s son and my favourite grandchild.”

“Don’t say that, pépé. The others are going to believe it again and bite me”, Beau complains. He is walking between Yoongi and Maël to keep a distance between the vampire and his grandfather. Just in case. Yoongi is the first vampire he doesn’t kill within seconds of meeting him. Normally, he is always leading his pack into fights with perverted bloodsuckers and their disgusting blood parties. He thinks the little vampire to be both fascinating and highly suspicious. How can someone that tiny feel so powerful? And why is a human by his side willingly? Beau wonders as he listens to his grandfather talk.

Maël laughs, “I’m only joking. I love all my grandchildren equally.”

You reach a big three story building. The doors are open. The inside smells old, but well loved. There are people in every room. Old and young, man and woman and all of them with golden eyes and thick hair covering various parts of their bodies. There was conversation before, but it stops when you enter. Loud sniffing and low growling fills the rooms. Golden eyes follow Yoongi suspiciously and study you curiously. You clutch Yoongi’s hand as tightly as possible, trying not to make eye contact just in case one of them sees it as provocation.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office. The pack’s not used to visitors. Especially not a vampire”, Maël says, stepping into the opened elevator at the end of the hallway.

“Sir”, another wolf greets him, placing himself by Maël’s left side while Beau takes the right.

“Marcel”, Maël greets him, “he is Lucille’s son.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi says and gives the wolf a nod of his head.

The latter returns it with suspicion in his golden eyes.

Beau presses the button. The elevator closes and begins to move, filling the air with its mechanical hum.

“A vampire and a human. I must say, I am surprised that you surround yourself with humans, Min Yoongi”, Maël studies you, “may I ask for your name, mademoiselle?”

“___. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. How come that you find yourself in the company of a vampire, especially that of Min Yoongi, mademoiselle?”

“Uhm”, you hesitate, glancing at Yoongi. Can you expose your relationship status or will this mean your harm?

Yoongi nods his head.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Maël lifts his brows in surprise. The elevator stops. The doors open.

“Who would have thought”, he murmurs and leaves the small space. His grandsons follow him, keeping their hands folded on their back nonchalantly.

The hallway to Maël’s office is long and with red carpet cushioning your steps. Dark wooden wainscoting covers the walls.

Two more wolves join in the hallway, claiming their spots behind you to tail you. You sneak a glance at them and draw closer to Yoongi.

“Was this the right thing to say?” you ask him in a whisper so hopefully only he can hear you.

“Yes.”

“Okay”, you say, seeking him when yet another pair of wolves begins tailing you.

Yoongi places his arm around your waist.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I would never take you with me if there is potential for danger”, he says calmly.

You understand what he means by that. The wolves may look scary, but this is safe and will stay safe. It should have been obvious already once Yoongi allowed you to expose your relationship status.

You relax in an exhale.

“Come in. Sit”, Maël says, revealing his office to you. Modern paintings against dark wainscoting and wooden furniture with metal decorations. It looks expensive. The scent of whiskey and unlit tobacco hangs in the air. There are three more wolves in the office. All of them women of remarkable stature. They played cards before, but stop to watch you and Yoongi with curious eyes. Their noses move as they take in your scents.

“Why is there a vampire in our territory, pépé?” one of them asks.

“He is our guest, dear Michelle”, Maël explains, “for now at least.”

“I see. Good day”, Michelle says and gives Yoongi a nod of her head.

Yoongi retorts it. The three wolves look back into their games of cards.

“My granddaughters. They are remarkable fighter”, Maël explains.

“I see that your family’s thriving”, Yoongi says.

“Oh yes. The Seville Pack is not going to die out soon”, Maël says and sits down on the chair behind his desk while his two grandsons take the space behind the chair, golden eyes glued to Yoongi. You and Yoongi sit down opposite of Maël. The other wolves stay by the door while one places himself right behind Yoongi just in case.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him then at Maël.

“I see that you’ve also tightened security”, he says.

“Call it elderly paranoia, but I plan to be taken by age”, Maël says.

“Mhm, judging by how you look, it won’t be long.”

Maël laughs, Yoongi lets out what sounds like a laugh. The wolf waves Beau to him with a flick of his wrist.

“Yes, pépé?”

“Prepare our guests a glass.”

“Yes.”

“You do drink mademoiselle, don’t you?”

“Yes, uh, not too much though.”

“You heard her, son.”

“Yes.”

“Good”, Maël says, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “so you have finally found your mate.”

“Yes.”

Maël chuckles, “it was about time.”

“Mhm. How is Lili?” Yoongi asks.

“Splendid. Thank you for asking. She sends her greetings.”

“Thanks. The honour’s all mine.”

Beau returns with the whiskey. He gives you the first one. Yoongi gets the second and Maël gets the last.

“Let’s get started”, he says, lifting his glass, “to another good business with you.”

Yoongi lifts his glass, “to good business.”

They clink glasses. Maël offers it to you next.

“Oh yeah, uh. To good business”, you stutter, clinking glasses with him clumsily.

They drink on it. You do the same, swallowing down the gag threatening to come out. This is so strong, burning your throat as it runs down to your stomach. You can feel it sit in your belly. Hot like fire. You really don’t like it.

Yoongi and Maël seem unaffected, setting their glasses down simultaneously.

“How many?” Maël asks. His voice carries stern seriousness.

“A hundred and ten”, Yoongi answers him with just as much professionalism in his voice.

Their deal must have started. You listen with bated breath.

“How sure are you?”

“Very.”

“Source?”

“Fredrick. Confirmed by my people in Paris.”

“Mhm.”

You have a rough understanding of what they are talking about, listening intently. You find it fascinating to watch Yoongi work.

“What do you need?”

“Fighter.”

“How many?”

“How many can you spare?”

Maël taps his long nails on the desk while Yoongi taps his fingers on the glass. Maël takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Twenty”, he says.

“Good. I take it.”

“Not so fast. What do I get in return?”

“Salvation.”

“Salvation?” Maël laughs.

“Blood clubs are getting popular. Humans keep disappearing. You hate that shit, I do too.”

They drink in agreement.

“Bad for business and it fucks with your morals. We both know, it’s Namjoon’s doing. I want him gone and in return I’ll help you with getting rid of his vermin.”

“And I bring the fighter?”

“Yes.”

Maël scoffs, “how many do you bring?” he asks.

“Seven.”

“Continue.”

“My Paris sources.”

“Ages? Kinds?”

“Ripper, both of them. A thousand and five hundred.”

“And the rest?”

“Two Normals. Eight hundred and two hundred.”

“Continue.”

“A Glutton. Close to a hundred.”

“Good.”

“One Youngster.”

“Mhm”, Maël grimaces in distaste.

“And a training Ripper.”

Maël stops in his task of lifting the glass, eyes locked on Yoongi’s face. He seems impressed.

"Can he lose control if he wants to?"

"Yes. I won’t let him though. He's strong enough."

"Mhm. Do you trust them?”

“Yes.”

“With your life?”

“Yes.”

“With your mate’s life?”

Yoongi looks at you. He clenches his jaw.

“Five of them, yes.”

“Five you say.”

“They’re good fighter. Trained by me.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi drinks, staring at Maël with an unfaltering, confident look. Maël drinks, setting his glass down. He taps his nails on the wood twice.

“Then it seems that we have a deal”, Maël says and finally lift his glass to his lips.

Yoongi drinks. He finishes his drink, setting it down loudly.

“When do you need them?” Maël asks.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Good. They’ll be ready.”

“Good.”

Maël gets up from his chair. He turns his back to you and struts to the window to look at the city, “you know the way.”

Yoongi gets up, fixing his leather jacket.

“It’s been an honour making business with you, Maël”, he says, glancing at you. He signals you to get up with a nod of his head.

“Oh? We’re leaving?” you stumble to your feet.

Yoongi reaches for your untouched glass and downs it in one go. He stares into your eyes as he does, making you gulp. He sets it back down, glancing at Maël.

“Don’t die”, he says dryly.

Maël chuckles, “don’t kill your mate.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “let’s go, princess.”

“It, uh, it was nice meeting you all”, you say, allowing Yoongi to guide you to the door.

“The honour was all mine, mademoiselle”, Maël says, turning just so he can bow at you. You can see him just long enough to watch him lift his head and flash you his long canines in a mischievous grin and then the door falls closed.

“Come. We should leave”, Yoongi says, quickening his steps.

“Are we in danger?”

“No. They still don’t like me being here. It's best we leave quickly”, he says.

You step inside the elevator.

He presses the button. You hold his arm instantly. Yoongi studies your face.

“They wouldn’t hurt you. Wolves cherish human life and protect the humans living in their territory as if they were part of the pack. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What about you?”

“As long as I behave according to their rules, I’ll be fine.”

“What are their rules?”

“No bloodshed, no show of strength and get the fuck out of wolf territory as quickly as possible.”

“But they know that you came for a deal with Maël, don’t they?”

“Yes. Deal’s been made though. My purpose here’s been fulfilled. I’m not under his protection anymore.”

The elevator arrives, the doors open.

“So what does that mean?”

“Means we gotta leave. Come, it’s not far”, Yoongi says, taking your hand to hurry out of the mansion in big steps. You don’t miss the deathly glares the wolves send his way. They hold back for now, still carrying enough respect in the deal to allow Yoongi to leave in peace.

The doors to the mansion close behind you once you are outside. Yoongi hurries down the street, carrying seriousness on his face.

“Do you really think that we are safe?”

“Yes. Don’t slow down.”

Someone howls behind you.

“What was that?”

“Trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“Hold on tight.”

“What are you- ah!” you yelp as Yoongi picks you up and then runs. The world is blurry instantly, you clutch him tightly. The howling grows in volume. You could have sworn that you saw a greyish shadow follow you, but the surrounding world is too blurry to recognize anything. Another loud howl. The grey shadow appears again. Wait a second. There is someone following you. One of the wolves.

“Yoongi, there is someone following us”, you gasp.

“I know”, Yoongi says and jumps, making you screech because you expected everything but not for him to leap over the canal.

He stops and turns, setting you down carefully.

The grey shadow stops, becoming clear to your eyes. Beau. He is smiling at you from the other side, but carries enough murder in his golden eyes to let you know that he was not playing.

Yoongi lifts his hand to wave at him. Beau waves back.

“See you tomorrow, Min Yoongi”, he says.

“See you, Beau. Your whiskey’s good.”

“Thanks, ami”, Beau grins, “you’re slower than I thought you were.”

“Cut me some slack, I had my woman in my arms.”

Beau laughs, “see you, man”, he says and salutes at him, “mademoiselle”, he addresses you, bowing deeply.

“Uh yeah”, you say, giving him a hesitant wave.

He turns and disappears as quickly as he appeared. Just the very distant howling can be heard once and then it’s just the two of you.

You look at Yoongi.

“Was he trying to kill you right now?”

“Yes”, Yoongi says.

“Okay? Uhm. Not creepy at all.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “come. We’re safe for now.”

“Do you not think that this was creepy?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says, pulling you in to drape his arm over your shoulder.

“I think that it was scary. I’m all shaken up now.”

“Don’t be. We’re safe now”, he says, kissing your temple, “you did really well with the holding on, my princess. You’re okay, yeah?”

“I'm okay, just a little shaken up.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you, but I had to act fast.”

“It's okay, I’m not mad at you”, you gaze at him, “it's actually really hot that you can carry me.”

Yoongi sends you a fond look, pinching your cheek gently.

“You're so cute”, he whispers, tracing your lips, “keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What does it get me, mhm?”

Yoongi stops and cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can lean closer and kiss your lips. Except that he doesn’t. He lets you think that he will, but he ends up leaving you hanging, aching for a kiss.

“Keep it up and you'll find out”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Truly, for a second you consider opening your mouth just to take in his thumb. He’s got you so whipped.

Tragically for you, Yoongi steps back, leaving you with a needy ache in your tummy.

“Now let’s get back to the others”, he says, continuing his walk, “did Hobi text you the details already?”

“Let me check”, you say, pulling out your phone, “he did. Peony. That’s the name of the bar. Look, the address.”

Yoongi reads it, “I think that’s on the north side. Can you look it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Mhm, good”, Yoongi says, pulling out his phone, “huh?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you sneak a glance at his display.

“Sophia called me. I have to call her back.”

“Yeah sure.”

Yoongi dials her number and by the second ring she picks up. You listen to him talk, following him as he leads you back to the station. You can’t hear her, but she seems to tell him something serious as Yoongi’s face falls more and more.

“You’re fucking kidding”, Yoongi gasps, “wait here”, he tells you and breaks away to take a few steps to the side in order to talk to her in peace. You wait by a shop window in the meantime, studying the prettily done scenery. It was a scene of two rabbits running around a field of flowers. It advertises perfume. You look at Yoongi. He is still talking, prancing up and down with his hand rubbing the side of his neck in soothing. You wonder if he was okay. He seems distressed.

You decide to text Hoseok that you were on your way while you wait for Yoongi. He receives it and is online instantly. As always with Hoseok. You can always count on him being up to date with your lives the second you are online. He types for a moment and then the message already arrives.

- Hobi: got it 👍 looking forward to you guys :D we had so much steak :P

You smile, sending him a few smileys back before locking your phone again because you just realised that it almost has no battery left and you want to save it. Yoongi ends his calls, hurrying back to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Change of plans. I have to meet with Sophia.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Some of Namjoon’s men attacked her guys. We have to sort out the mess”, he explains, “did you find out where the bar is?”

“Yes. Belleville.”

“Ah shit, that’s too far.”

“Why?”

“I can't take you there. I'll be too late if I do.”

“It's okay, I’ll just go on my own.”

Yoongi studies you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I don't know. I hate having to leave you alone”, he says.

“I can manage. I have my phone and the address and if something happens, I’ll call you right away.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“I don't know”, he murmurs, “can't one of the guys pick you up?”

“Can you trust me a little more, please my prince?” you say softly, touching his waist, “nothing will happened to me. I promise.”

Yoongi studies your features, eyes softening in fondness. He truly can’t say no to you. you just have to give him a cute look and he’s melting. He exhales in defeat.

“Fine”, he gives in, “but you have to text me once you’re there. And take some of my money. Go straight to the others, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi Boongie, that sounds doable. Will you meet us later?” you ask him, accepting the hundred euros he places into your hand.

“Don’t know yet. You’ll see me at the apartment otherwise.”

“Yes, okay”, you say.

“Come. I’ll at least take you to the station.”

You intertwine your hand with him.

“You worry too much, my prince”, you tease him lovingly.

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, hugging his arm, “you are so adorable, my Boongie.”

Yoongi smiles shyly, feeling giddy in his chest. He likes being your Boongie.

Yoongi leaves after making sure that you boarded the right train. He waves at you until you leave the station.

You fall back into your seat, taking out your phone. Ten percent of battery left.

“Crap”, you murmur. Hopefully it will still be enough until you meet the others.

You hope that Yoongi will be alright. He seemed so stressed. He didn’t talk to you at all on your way to the station. You have learned that he stays silent whenever he is upset about something. You plan on giving him lots of cheek kisses once he is back. And maybe you can massage him as well. You are sure that this will relax him.

You leave the metro station once you are in the inner city again. According to your phone, you need to take a bus next. The batter is only at five percent. You hurry to the station, clutching your phone tightly. Please don’t die before I haven’t met the others, you think.

You just have to get to the right neighbourhood and then everything will be alright. Quick! The bus is already at its station. You manage to get on it seconds before the doors close. Now you have to stay on it for five stations and then you’ll have to walk the rest of the way. You sit down on an empty seat, turning your attention to the city outside. The sun is already setting, soaking everything in its golden light.

Today was such an eventful day. You found a powerful stone which will help in the defeat of Namjoon and Taehyung finally found a source for all those awful blood clubs. Seokjin and Emma are back together and are helping in your hunt for Namjoon. You are so happy for Seokjin and look forward to getting to know Emma better. Knowing Seokjin, she must be a very lovely person. Seokjin wouldn’t fall for any other person than someone who is just as lovely and sweet as he is.

And you met your first werewolves. They were a little scary, but also highly impressive. You hope that Maël keeps his promise and provides Yoongi with fighters. You are positive that he will. The two seem to carry a deep mutual respect for each other. Beau on the other hand seemed to find more enjoyment in his hunt than respecting the deal. Yoongi seemed unaffected by it however, so maybe it was just Beau’s way of joking around and you don’t possess enough knowledge about the relationship between vampires and werewolves to judge the situation correctly. Either way, you are glad that Yoongi left their territory unharmed and you are happy that you finally know how werewolves present themselves. They are hairier than you thought they would be and a lot bigger. Even the women were big and carried thick hair on their bodies. You like how they looked. It fits the very obvious strength they all possess. They will really help Yoongi and the others, you are sure of it.

The bus halts at its fifth stop. You almost missed it, hadn’t it stopped oh so abruptly. You stumble off your seat and hurry outside before it can drive off.

One check up on your phone. It’s dead.

“Great. That’s amazing. How should I get to the bar now?” you mumble, trying to turn on the phone but to no avail. It stays dark. “Okay I got this. Think. I think it was just down that road.”

You start your journey with unsure steps, looking left and right in case you spot the bar’s logo. Your unease grows as you come closer and closer to the road’s end without ever spotting the bar. This is not good. The bar should have been here already.

You turn. Maybe it was into the other direction?

You soon find out that it wasn’t into the other direction either. All you spot is a sports bar, an Irish pub and one café, which is already closed for the day. You twist and turn. You are surrounded by unfamiliarity. Nervousness is bubbling in your stomach. And you can’t even call Yoongi for help.

You hurry to the edge of the sidewalk, waving over a cab. One passes you, the second one doesn’t even acknowledge you, the third one slows down only to look you up and down and then drive off with a shake of his head.

“What the hell?” you gasp, “asshole!” you scream after him, flipping him off with all the anger in the world. This is the worst possible outcome ever. You hurry back to the bus station, checking the little map on there. French you can’t understand and no signs of a bar.

“Well fuck”, you say, exhaling in defeat. What should you do? Maybe you should check another street. Maybe it was the street right next to the bus route? You hurry to it, trying your phone one last time. Nothing. No battery and no clue of where you are.

You try not to, but still begin breathing quicker. This is the worst thing ever. You never got lost before. Let alone in a city you have never been in before and with your phone dead.

You turn to run back to the bus stop. You have to go back to where you came from and then somehow figure out how to get back to the hotel. This journey seems even more impossible. You have no idea how your hotel’s street is called, let alone what stations you need to go to get to it.

You try your phone one last time just in case something changed. Nothing. You curse, burying it back in your jacket pocket. Your eyes are glued to the street under your feet. This is the worst thing that ever happened. You are so scared.

You are so preoccupied with staring at the wet asphalt to miss the person coming closer to you. They are too busy looking into their phone to notice you.

Your impact is harsh, making both of you stumble back.

“Crap. I’m sorry”, you gasp, lifting your head, “what the fuck?” you exclaim.

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saint-batrick · 10 months

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@endreal tagged me in a fun reblog game.

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[they/them]

am currently just getting snuggled into bed. the truculent lump i am so lovingly nuzzling is my neurotic cat, mara. i tried to get a pic of her with the sheet off, but she kept burrowing back under it. my sweet little love.

Music you're listening to and/or current earworm

currently listening to a sleep story from some podcast i just looked up on spotify. no idea yet if it'll help me sleep, but fingers crossed! current earworm is all i know by screaming trees.

Last movie/show you watched

not sure, i rarely watch anything. probably either she-ra or centaurworld with my very lovely good friend, Eden.

Current go-to ~fancy drink~

i call it "jet fuel". fill an 18oz solo cup with ice, fill half with cold brew and half with 94 proof kraken rum. top with some sweet creamer. it's tasty and refreshing like an iced coffee and gets me drunk out of my fucking gourd. PLEASE NOTE: i am 41 and have been drinking like it's my job since i was sixteen. DO NOT make one of these for yourself without STRONGLY adjusting the rum content (maybe make up the rest of the space with milk or cream?), this WILL put your ass in the hospital with alcohol poisoning if you're not a career alcoholic. also don't try it if you've got heart problems.

Fave color

shimmer, the platonic ideal of sunset.

Currently reading

nothing. i really need to get back to reading again.

What's to your left?

my big fat gently toasted marshmallow of a cat, amelia.

Anything exciting?

i was outside smoking earlier, and two juvenile raccoons kept trying to come on the porch for water and cat food but i kept calling out to them so they knew i was still there and then they would scamper off. please enjoy that mental image. 💜🩵

now i am supposed to tag people but i don't like doing that. so, if you see this and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

#and history remembers me as pretty #they/them

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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30-50 of the questions 💕💕

30. Is your closet organized? If so, how? Babe most of my clothes are in hampers bc im terrible at putting laundry away lmfao 31.What’s the last music video you watched? Fire Away by Chris Stapleton and it hurt 32.If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose? Absolutely half auburn and half blonde. Ive been fighting off the urge for months 33.Headphones or earbuds? head phones, earbuds give me immediate sensory overload 34.Can you read analog clocks? sure can

35.Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid. my current favorite is my octopus squish mallow named opal 36.What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at? I like to think im pretty good at Air Hockey but I really excel at skee ball 37.Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking? depends on if im already overwhelmed but generally I get angry fast as soon as someones in my way so its best to just leave me alone lol 38.What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about? Greta Van Fleet or State of Mine maybe? As for shows I never shut up about them and I force them to watch them so I don't think there are any lol 39.What was the best part of your day today? Getting to see my dad <3 40.What’s your favorite kind of tree? weeping Willow but dogwood is a close second 41.What scent is your deodorant? Lavender vanilla 42.Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite? Ive got a few but my fave is probably papas pizzeria LMAO 43.Do you shower with the lights on or off? I shower with the lights off and one of those projectors that looks like a galaxy on the ceiling 44.What do you do with spare change? I listen to my inner child and get stickers or toys out of those little gumball machines 45.Do you have good handwriting? Ive been complimented on it a lot so I guess 46.What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked? Off the top of my head im pretty sure it was this hype song Ashley sent me and now I listen to it when I box 47.Do you like to go on walks? when its warm out I love to take my son on walks. It makes me feel alive 48.Do you have a favorite plate or bowl? Mt favorite bowl is this cute patterned one my husband bought me before we lived together and my favorite plate looks like a slice of watermelon 49. What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining? sit on the porch with a blanket and listen or read. Especially if its storming. 50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions. Window cracked while its raining, fan on high, and a big fluffy comforter. Bonus points if the sheets are freshly washed and I just shaved lol

#talk to me

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OML OKAY i like john green too <3 i love looking for alaska. i recently read turtles all the way down and oof it hit really hard. next on my tbr is papertowns and then i’ll be done with all of his books (hi i’m obsessed with his writing style hkjg) and ooh i haven’t read any from j.d. salinger. the catcher in the rye is the only book of his i’ve heard of </3 i’ll check him out soon. YUSSSUH i love dystopian books too. dkfjg this just made me realise that they made up almost 60% of my life as a bookworm. the maze runner is my favourite out of all i’ve read !! the adrenaline rush it gave was unparalleled. i’ve also read hunger games, divergent, ready player one and a few more from the dystopian genre but i don’t remember them rn. also unless my physics books count for smth, no i’m not reading anything 😭😭 i was reading war storm by victoria aveyard (the red queen series.) and it’s going good but i’m taking a break bc exams </3

AHHH you play the guitar :0 ? THAT’S SO COOL and no idk how to play any instruments. i have literally no knowledge about instruments so sheet music is just, so weird for me even after a friend tried explaining it gdfgdf i learn classical music tho so i can sing to some extent

OMG YESSS OVERDOSE IS JUST SO HGFKGF it just activates this part in my brain and makes me go grrr. YESS the playlist was literally me putting in my fave of fave songs so i’m glad you like it and kdjfhd i love going crazy too it was in my spotify wrapped’s top 10 last year. OKAYYY since exo is kind of sort of completely dormant rn there’s literally just crumbs and older content left for the fans </3. you can check out this channel and this video. warning: exo-l territory = crackzone NOT EVEN KIDDING this place is wild lmao. expect what you will from neocity’s sunbaenims <3 also lmk your bias so that we can collectively lose it all together <3

gosh i listened to all of fandom’s songs but i felt younger when we met still stays the fave (i said i loved you to death so i must be dead 🙇🏾‍♀️) easy to hate might be a second kjfgd it’s so. good. i’ve been playing it on loop too dfjhdjh

oml pls i really needed to see that 🤧 tysm bar !! i really can’t wait to get into uni ngl i am excited for that. but it’s also slightly weird bc the last year of high school sentiments have finally started hitting and they’re hitting hard </3 it’s funny how we spend sm time with friends we’ve known like, forever, and don’t really treat every moment as smth special till it all comes to an end. ahh i was really planning on making the most of my hs years but pandemic decided to be a pain in the ass. nvm tho. 17 is weird and it feels like time’s running fast i do plan on making sm good memories 💪🏾

NOW BACK TO TALKING AB SM VIP THINGS

THIS AGENDA IS GOING SO STRONG hfjgkdafgdja also oml i did notice that yn doesn't smoke around yangyang after that scene but thought that it was just me being delusional hhh i think ab that fic sm and yangyang just amplified that brainrot by doing this

HEAD EMPTY NO THOUGHTS JUST HE KDJFHGDKF HGD laptop's dying from all the ss i took lol

also the dreamies concert 👀 .. hyuck... renj-?? ... cue my brain giving up

p.s. hihii this took me so long 😭 it’s exam season for like the next 2 weeks so the pressure is finally catching up w me also your words really meant a lot to me tysm for them <3 have a segci day/night and stay safe ily

I MISSED YOU !!!!!!!! im glad youre back 🥺🥺 looking for alaska and turtles all the way down are my most fav from john green!! paper towns was really beautiful and its my friends favorite,, however id say that amongst john green books, id put it somewhere in the bottom tbh. hope you enjoy it tho!! i had to read the catcher in the rye for my exams last year but i surprisingly enjoyed it so much its one of my most fav books now! also the fact that i read and loved all the dystopian books you mentioned 😩😩 taste.

i do play the guitar! not very well tho, i only know the basic chords hhhh so the yy fic was kind of self indulgent in a way LMAO but you can sing?? 😯😯 thats impressive. could never be me i absolutely suck AJJAJA

i will never skip overdose or monster when they come on shuffle theyre just THAT good. i listen to exo a lot recently bc of you😭😭 i watched the videos and WHY ARE THEY SO CHAOTIC i am in love w them SJJS feel free to send more content my way!!! i think my biases are baekhyun (expected) and chanyeol (also expected) 👀👀 literally tell me everything abt them im ready to listen. baek is very funny and chaotic and theres just something abt chanyeol that pulls me to him. i also like sehun tho! idk what this tells abt me feel free to psychoanalyze AHAHHA also kyungsoo is so funny i completely get why you ult him

17 went by so fast for me as well bro and the last year of hs even faster... to think that i didnt have prom bc of corona but i had exams that were cancelled 2 years in a row the previous years 💀 i hope you make the best out of your last year!! i start uni in a week and im shitting my pants its so scARY I DONT KNOW THE CITY OR THE PPL AND THIS GUY I MET ON A PARTY THAT I LOWKEY AVOIDED LIVES THERE AND HE KEEPS REACHING OUT TO ME THROUGH MY FRIEND AND HE ASKED IF I WANNA COME OVER AND NOW IM PANICKING EVEN MORE 😭😭😭😭

yangyang and me are soulmates. its confirmed. also youre not delusional at all it was intended!!! sjsj im honored to hear that you think abt my fic a lot but also YANGYANG UGH that sc !!! instant brainrot. i dont actually think he can play that guitar but its okay 😩😩😩😩

IVE BEEN FREAKING OUT OVER THE DREAM CONCERT EVER SINCE I SAW THE CLIPS. RENJUN GOING WILD IN THAT GLASS BOX AND DONT EVEN MENTION HYUCK BC WHEN HE KISSED THAT GLASS BOX FROM THE INSIDE, I LOST MY MIND. BUT ALSO THEY ARE SUCH GOOD PERFORMERS THEY DID SO WELL AND I LOVE THEM TO DEATH OMG :(((((( LITERALLY CRIED AT RENJUNS MENT! FUN TIMES! :D ALSO DEAR DREAM LIVE. CRIED LITERAL WATERFALLS OF TEARS THAT SONG HURTS SM TO LISTEN TO BUT IS ALSO MY BIGGEST COMFORT OHGOD

have a good day stay safe!! good luck with your exams i love u xx

#💌ask #ni 🌱

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Who knew April was going to have so many great romance releases? I surely did not! It was kind of tough to pick out only five but here goes. My Top 5 book I am most anticipating reading when they come out next month. #5 BOOK RELEASE This is the first book in a series that’s spinning off from the Rock Chick series which is one of my faves by this author. I’m waiting on pins and needles and have already purchased this book. Yay! Synopsis: Rachel Armstrong has a burning need to right the world’s wrongs. Thus, she becomes the Avenging Angel.And maybe she’s a bit too cocky about it. While riding a hunch about the identity of a kidnapper, she runs into Julien “Cap” Jackson, who was trained by the team at Nightingale Investigations in Denver. Now he’s a full-fledged member at their newly opened Phoenix branch. It takes Cap a beat to realize Raye’s the woman for him. It takes Raye a little longer (but just a little) to figure out how she feels about Cap. As Raye introduces Cap to her crazy posse of found family and his new home in the Valley of the Sun, Cap struggles with his protective streak. Because Raye has no intention to stop doing what she can to save the world. But there’s a mysterious entity out there who has discovered what Raye is up to, and they’ve become very interested. Not to mention, women are going missing in Phoenix, and it seems like the police aren’t taking it seriously. Raye believes someone should. So she recruits her best friend Luna, and between making coffees, mixing cocktails, planning parties and enduring family interventions (along with reunions), the Avenging Angels unite to ride to the rescue. Click this link to purchase this book!* Avenging Angel #4 BOOK RELEASE I really enjoyed this author’s previous novel Mrs. Nash’s Ashes. It was quirky and humorous and I’m hoping for a similar feel with this very different sounding novel. You read this synopsis and tell me that it doesn’t make you curious? Synopsis: Fake spirit medium Gretchen Acorn is happy to help when her best (read: wealthiest) client hires her to investigate the unexplained phenomena preventing the sale of her bridge partner’s struggling goat farm. Gretchen may be a fraud, but she’d like to think she’s a beneficentone. So if “cleansing” the property will help a nice old man finally retire and put some much-needed cash in her pockets at the same time, who’s she to say no?Of course, it turns out said bridge partner isn’t the kindly AARP member Gretchen imagined—Charlie Waybill is young, hot as hell, and extremely unconvinced that Gretchen can communicate with the dead. (Which, fair.) Except, to her surprise, Gretchen finds herself face-to-face with Everett: the very real, very chatty ghost that’s been wreaking havoc during every open house. And he wants her to help ensure Charlie avoids the same family curse that’s had Everett haunting Gilded Creek since the 1920s.Now, Gretchen has one month to convince Charlie he can’t sell the property. Unfortunately, hard work and honesty seem to be the way to win over the stubborn farmer—not exactly Gretchen’s strengths. But trust isn’t the only thing growing between them, and the risk of losing Charlie to the spirit realm looms over Gretchen almost as annoyingly as Everett himself. To save the goat farm, its friendly phantom, and the man she’s beginning to love, Gretchen will need to pull off the greatest con of her life: being fully, genuinely herself. Click this link to purchase this book!* Happy Medium #3 BOOK RELEASE The Cheat Sheet and Practice Makes Perfect were both great, so who wouldn’t want to try out Sarah Adams newest book release? I will be first in line! Synopsis: Nora Mackenzie’s entire career lies in the hands of famous NFL tight end Derek Pender, who also happens to be her extremely hot college ex-boyfriend. Nora didn’t end things as gracefully as she could have back then, and now it has come back to haunt her. Derek is her first client as an official full-time sports agent and he’s holding a grudge...

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lyxchen · 3 years

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It's spooky season at the Molina family♡

#if you see me drawing more jatp characters as ghosties this month then yes you did!#i just really love to put a sheet on top of my faves and make them look like ghosts♡#(it's somehow also the only way i am able to draw without lineart)#also just to clarify it's Carlos on the left Reggie in the middle and Julie on the right #cause Reggie is part of the Molina family #there i said it!!!#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #carlos molina #reggie peters #spooky season #lyxchen's art

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bitterlavenderwritings · 3 years

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anything for my baby

a/n: h-word rn and i thought of putting two of my fave kinks w/ gojo. ur welcome (ig)

pairing/s: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 1k

tags: uniform kink, light bondage, teasing, use of the honorific 'sensei', blindfolds, oral (receiving), dry humping, consensual photography taking of nsfw pictures, no editing i just write this rn on a whim.

"you're such a -hmph- pervert." you tried to sound as indignant, but you couldn't help but gasp as you felt his tongue prod at your most sensitive spot. you could almost see his mischievous grin, if only your eyes weren't covered with his blindfold.

with your hands tied behind your back, face shoved in the sheets, and your ass in the air, there wasn't much room for you to move as he teased you over and over with his face in your crotch.

his hands held firm on your hips, pulling back to his face with nothing but the sheer layer of your panties keeping your throbbing clit from making contact with his tongue.

another lick, another tap with his finger. he patted your mound, gently stroking your slit like it was a house cat. you whined and arched your back further, hoping he'd take the hint and help you release the ache. but he merely hummed, a sing-song tuned as he continued to play with you.

"please-" you gasped, feeling him lick a strip from your hole to your clit. if only he'd remove your goddamn under wear maybe you could get off with his brilliant tongue.

"hm? what do you want sweetheart?" he knew damn well what you wanted, but he wanted to hear you beg, just a bit to get him going.

seeing you, his usually composed girlfriend, begging and whiny while tied up in your old highschool uniform had him rock hard within a second. your white thigh highs gripped the flesh of your legs deliciously, loving the way they contrasted the color of your skin, your short skirt that could barely cover your ass and pussy, and your tight white collared blouse now with the top four buttons opened to expose your tits.

he wanted to slip in your tight pussy and fuck you for all you're worth but he wanted this to last. so he did what he needed to do to remember this moment.

sounds of clicking snapped you out of your trance, realizing what he's doing as you hear another click!

"toru, are fucking kidding me right now."

"but baabe," even with the blindfold, you just know that he's pouting right now. "I'll be gone for the next two weeks. i need something to get me off with you gone."

another click, but this time he held your skirt higher and pressed his clothed cock against your ass. with a blissful sigh, you relished the delicious friction with your throbbing clit against the seam of his pants.

he palmed the small of your back, pushing down gently to arch your ass into his cock even more. he gave an experimental thrust, humping your pussy until he can actually feel your slick drip from your underwear.

"toru- please."

"what's do you want me to do baby? want me to play with your pussy?" at his words his long fingers tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling it upwards to tug the fabric further into your clit.

you moaned at the burning friction, practically humping the air as you pleaded for more. with a few more tugs, he finally slipped his fingers in, stroking your folds and playing with your clit that has you begging his cock, to make you cum and give you your release.

"what's the magic word?"

"please sensei."

you felt him freeze behind you. unsure of what's going to happen next, your turn your head blindly to ask what's wrong until you hear him unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

"baby, baby, baby. now you've really done it."

anticipation swelled in your chest, you swear you could hear your heart beating out of your chest as you felt his cock right up against your folds. his cock slapped against your clit, causing you to jolt as he spread your slick to his shaft.

"my student has been doing bad lately. clearly you need sensei's help, right?" his tip slipped in, but he moved at a slow pace. "tell me how i can help my baby."

"need your cock, please fuck me sensei."

he chuckled, placing his hands on your waist. "who am i to deny my student?"

he wordlessly thrusted into your hole, filling your pussy to the brim in an instant. you felt so full, so good as his cock reached parts of your cunt you couldn't with your fingers. the burn of the new stretch had your eyes prick with tears behind the blindfold, but a few more deep thrust has you crying out in pleasure in no time.

"fuck- you're so tight everytime. wanna keep fucking you if i could."

"sensei, faster please."

"anything for my baby."

he rushed his pace, and pulling you to his chest as he fucked you faster. his lips sucked hickies into your neck while his hands fondled with your nipples.

you're so close, so close-

"i'm- ah! so close sensei." you're full on sobbing now, reaching your peak as his cock went in and out while perfectly landing on that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

"give it. to me." with two more thrusts and a finger in your clit, you cried out, walls clenching and gushing more slick into his cock. he bit a sensitive spot on your neck as he thrusted a few more times before finding his release as well.

he still held you in your arms as you both panted from your high, pulling you with him as he relaxed into a sitting position.

with a kiss to your cheek, he took off the blindfold and untied your wrists. with more kisses and gentle petting, he carried you off the bed and prepared a bath fir you both to soak in.

minutes later, you dozed off in his chest with warm water that reached your chest.

"thank you." you mumbled before closing your eyes. his smile was enough reassurance that he'll still take care of you even after you slept.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru smut #smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

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Oikawa is a beta, even though some may think he’s a alpha or even omega with how he acts. He has traces of both in his personality, but he’s very much in the middle. He doesn’t get ruts, nor heats, but he’ll help you out, wether it be taking you during your heat, you fucking him on your rut, or just casual love making if your just in between like him.

Iwaizumi is an Alpha, top of the ranks, and the embodiment of being the leader of the pack. He doesn’t really care if you’re an omega, beta, or alpha (but does secretly gravitate to omegas more due to his second gender). He’s possessive in his marking, scenting, all that jazz. Especially if you can give him pups. A bit aggressive on his rut tho, so probably say goodbye to your hips and back 👋 (it’s a damn good fucking though 14/10)

Matsukawa, another alpha. His large stature and his very obvious BDE (along w a large knot that is scary to his mate the first few times), brings him up next to Iwaizumi, tho still a lower status than him. Also another to not care what second gender his mate is, but also another one that will break your back and hips with how hard he’s gripping and ramming you into the mattress. Will always prep you tho, even when he’s just ready to just go(9/10 for effort my dude).

Hanamaki is a beta. Sure he may act cocky, and hang around all his alpha friends, but he’s a huge sub. That’s why he prefers alphas and betas, but will still take omegas. He’s more personality than second gender. (Still a fucking brat). Will take dildos up his ass and moan like a bitch. Play with his dick and he’s cumming on your hand in seconds. He’s sensitive to your touches and will beg for you too.

Kyotani is a omega. It might come to a surprise but here’s the point (my opinion •3•). He’s feisty, someone who doesn’t want to submit to others of higher rank (except for those where they gain his respect, ie. Iwaizumi), and will fight for better treatment than being treated like only a bitch to breed. Once his heat comes around tho, whiny, submissive, and a big crybaby (also a fucking brat).

Yahaba, beta. Sure he acts like he might be a alpha, but he knows damn well that he’ll cower once a real threat is in front of him. He’ll probably prefer either another beta or omega, just so his ego and pride won’t get hurt, but deep inside he would want a alpha to put him in his place, to be their bitch. (Also another fucking brat)

(@blurring-stars ahaha I’m back whoops-)

I- I have ascended 🥴

tw: breeding

Beta!Tooru who is running himself ragged trying to keep you satiated during your heat. He’s been pumping himself into you for hours on end at this point, trying to give you what you’ve been asking for. “Want your pups ‘ru, gimme pups.” Which is what was fueling him to go that much harder. He knows he can’t give you the knot you really want but that doesn’t stop him from lifting your bottom half up in the air ,out of the press he had you in, to just sit balancing in the air so that the cum he just pumped deep inside you hopefully sticks this time. (Since imma complete sub I had to make it somewhat self-indulgent for my fave.)

Alpha!Iwaizumi who is taking you brutally from behind with only one thing on his mind; to breed you. He’s normally not like this when it comes to your sex life, only this way once he’s in a rut. You knew it was coming when you realized he’d been a lot clingier this upcoming week, scenting and biting on your mate mark constantly. It’s not like you have any complaints when you’re just taking the brutal slams of his hips to your thighs, drooling all the awhile. You let out a loud drawn out moan once he finally pops his knot into you, babbling and grasping the sheets in front of you to try and ground you. Once you’ve come back to, you feel him nuzzling you’re neck muttering “ ‘m gonna fill you up, with m’ pups. “

Alpha!Issei whos plowing into you as far as he can possibly go, with you babbling incoherently beneath him in the press youre in. “ ‘m gonna give you my knot , ‘mega. You gonna take it?” he asks in a slow drawl. You barely have enough brain capacity to nod and utter a small “ ‘ssei “. Which is enough to tip him over the edge and shove all the way to his hilt. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a silent squeal , you can feel him in your cervix it seems. “Hurts ‘ssei , hurts.” you mumble out with tears flowing down your cheeks. “ I know, I know. Just hold out for me, gonna give you my pups, gonna make sure it sticks.”

Beta!Makki who is whimpering above you while he’s balls deep inside you. He’s only just sunk in and he already feels like he’s gonna explode inside you. “Hiro,” you start, “hiro look at me.” It takes him a sec but his eyes meet yours when you place your hand on his cheek gently. “ Want you to cum in me, want your cum. Can you do that for me ?” , you sweetly ask him and he gives you a nod before he gets to work. For as much of a brat he may be , he’d do anything for you should you ask. (If you couldn’t tell I am a complete bottom so my switch stuff might be horrible 😣)

Omega!Kentaro who begrudgingly agreed when you offered to help him during his heat “ I guess since we’re mates now.” he had told you. Which caused you complete and utter whiplash at this point since he’s below you whining and keening for you to sink down on him already. You had been teasing him and taking your time since he wanted to be bratty earlier, so you decided to take your time just to make him suffer. “Please. “ Please what Omega?” you quipped back at him. “Please- Alpha.” he whimpered out to you, catching you off guard but causing you to smirk, you wouldn’t let him know that of course. But it scratched that itch in your brain, very well. “Good Omega, that’s just what I wanted.” you purr out before sinking down onto him finally, resulting in a high pitched mix between a moan and keen to come out from below you.

Beta!Yahaba who was not expecting this to be how your rut went. I mean he’s not surprised since you are and alpha but he wasn’t expected him to be whining and sniffling for you to let him cum at least once since you began your romp. He figures he earned this treatment considering he was being an absolute brat when you first came to him. “I know you’re an alpha , but you want me to fuck you silly on your rut hmmm?” he had quipped when you told him it was coming soon. Little did he know he’d be the one getting fucked silly. Too bad he can’t cum until you say so though.

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Leslie Vernon NSFW Alphabet.

Someone said they wanted me to do it and other people expressed interest for it so here we fucking go! I have a lotta thoughts and feelings about this man so I was more than happy to do this! Leslie is one of my all time faves, I fucking adore him and he is the best so! Let's get into it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Can you say attentive? Because that is the best word I have to describe his style of aftercare. Leslie never half-asses literally ANYTHING, the man will put in so much time and effort into the build up of a scene, to the foreplay, like what? You think that after the sex is over that STOPS?! No way. I mean for fucks sake the guy will literally dance around an official meeting and meticulously plan it for months before you ever see him. Man plans and takes great care. You need water, or food, or words of affirmation or praise, cuddling, change the sheets, air out the room, fucking whatever, he’s got you covered. Once he knows what you need he will just do it without you needing to ask but is more than willing to switch it up if you need something different on any particular night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Okay, hear me out here, I think this is a hard call, Leslie is just so in shape and takes very good care of himself but I am gonna say his arms. Just what he can accomplish, the sheer STRENGTH he has, he loves to put it to good use.

But for you? He likes your neck. There is something sooo intimate about it you know? Realistically how often do people get close to your neck? Normally there is a level of trust and implication to allowing someone so close to your neck. Hands on it, holding his sickle to it to hold you still or kissing up it and feeling you tense under whatever he chooses to do to it? Hot.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is obsessed and I do mean OBSESSED with cumming inside of you. Any hole he can and you are down for. He loves it. A personal favourite is when multiple rounds happen and by the end of it you are positively overflowing with cum. Something about sliding into your already messy and cum stuffed hole to fuck you all over again, hits just fucking right for him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves, loves, loves to steal mementos from the object of his affection. Any small thing he can get away with that you won’t miss too much, or maybe you do and he kinda lives for that confused reaction of you realising it is gone and wondering where your favourite underwear went or that tube of your favourite flavour of chapstick.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

So I think he isn’t super experienced, like at all. Not saying he is a total virgin but I don’t think he has a high body count. However he more than makes up for it with enthusiasm, willingness to learn and how closely and carefully he pays attention to your body and listens to you that it really doesn’t matter.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top. In any fashion. Putting his hands allll over your body as you ride him, just able to take in the sights and see all of you, able to hold onto you and fuck up into you, so verstile, he loves it. Also a massive fan of anything with being able to be as close as possible to you. As much skin on skin contact as you can both manage is everything.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh my God are you kidding me? Leslie is like goof personified. Trust me he can get intense and serious, especially for a good scene or role play but he can laugh, get a little funny and silly with it. Do not underestimate Leslie Vernon and his impeccably timed jokes. Going from moaning one minute to groaning at his attempt at comedy the next. (Just kidding he’s funny as fuck.) Crying from pleasure or laughter? Who knows. More importantly, who cares?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he is very up and up on his hygiene. Leslie is an adventurous guy right? Totally the type to try stuff and see how it is for himself. Sure he does his research and thinks it through, but this is a pretty basic thing with low risk so he totally fucks around with that. Has tried numerous ways of hair removal but I think he ultimately decides that keeping it neatly trimmed suits him best. And yes matches his hair up top.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Is there anything more intimate than the relationship between a slasher and his final person? If there is, I don't want to hear about it. I feel like Leslie can be so intimate, so caring and can lay it on thiiiick with the romance, atmosphere and praise and can be soft and sensual, man knows how to set the mood, we’ve seen it in the horrifying context, I think it carries over sexually.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh yeah. He’s got so much energy, can get so excitable, I feel like he does it often. Particularly when he locks onto a new final person and starts taking things of theirs. You can’t tell me that he isn’t holding a pair of their underwear to his face with one hand while he is fisting his cock with the other. That being said I could see him saving up for a while before one of those BIG outings of his in anticipation.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fuuuck. How much time you got? Let’s run down the greatest hits.

Choking. Goes back to what I mentioned earlier and him liking your neck so much, having his hands around it while he is inside of you, seeing how you react and tense and clench around him, so good.

Ropeplay. There is a lot in canon in the comics that shows Leslie is no slouch when it comes to rope work and has a lot of training and experience fucking around with them and I think he would enjoy having you even more helpless on occasion, really able to do watever he wants, it really helps with athuenticty of a scene too.

Knife (Sickle) Play. We have heard Leslie wax poetic about the phallic nature of the weapons in his industry and the important role they play and he obviously would love to incorporate them into what you are doing, especially when it comes to-

Roleplay. If you are his final or suvivor person, he wants to fuck around and recreate some scenes and some new ones and it is all about COMMITMENT TO THE BIT! This includes all the trappings, the setting, the weapons, his outfit and mask, the works. Going along with this-

Predator/Prey/Fearplay. This is his biggest kink. No doubt about it. The energy, the chase, getting his blood pumping and seeing how you evade and the fight of it all. Plus it being such a strong callback to how you got started brings the all important emotional aspect that both heightens the experience and deepens the feelings and pleasure of it. He also can’t help getting off on the fact that he is still able to scare you and yet you allow him so close, love him and ultimately trust him to not hurt you. Get’s him.

Corruption Kink. He has one. He just does, I don’t make the rules but he does. You being inexperienced is a prerequisite and he wants to show you how good the things he is into can be and being the one to get you just as into them, make you feel so good, he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The great outdoors. Or more specifically the Vernon farm. I just think he gets off on the idea of doing it around there because it is such a special and important place to him with some of the best times of his life happening there and probably where you two officially met and the relationship shift happened or at least started. And then blah blah blah something something the inherent eroticism and romance of the intertwining of violence and sexuality.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

God, I think that so much would. The little things especially, those things that the average casual observer might not pick up on but he does, those things that make you well, you. The way you wear your hair or a certain look in your eyes, the lilt of your laugh, his favourite colour being featured in an outfit you are wearing. General intimacy, banter, closeness, you showing some skin, on and on. Also I think Leslie loves seeing you do things he has taught you or the influence he has had on you shining through.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I had to think so long about this one, really hard, and then it struck me so clearly. Sharing. Never, ever, ever. He wants that side of you all to himself. You are with him and him alone and that is that, the very idea of someone else seeing you the way he has is a massive turn off. Threesomes realistically are a no go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. He is so into giving it is wild. And he is GOOD at it. He is so damn observant, pays attention to every look and sound and movement and reaction and he just keeps getting better and better all the time, loves the feeling, the taste, the reactions he can get out of you with it are the best. Making your thighs tremble and nearly sob from pleasure, tugging on his short hair and just getting lost in the feeling. He much prefers giving and is very good at it.

Still loooves to receive tho and when he is positive you can handle it and take it, he likes some throat fucking, not stupid rough but he doesn’t go easy on you either. He can’t help it when you look so pretty when you cry, going hard enough to get some tears to well up in your eyes and some drool running down your chin is the bset.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can do both. For the more intense scene based stuff with some of those harder kinks it is more fast and rough but you gotta know that he is taking it slow and sensual plenty when the mask isn’t on and you are both tangled up in bed. He can really take his time and draw it out in just the most delicious fashion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think he prefers longer sessions but Leslie is a busy guy! He has a lot to do to maintain his kind of work, especially when another ‘outing’ is coming up so quickies are more easy to slot into your schedules. So expect some hot and quick and very passionate ones a few times a week, usually trying to carve out the time for a longer sesh at least once a week. He can always make time for you after all.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

So game to experiment and Leslie is very down to take risks, just calculated risks. He takes risks all the time and everyday in his line of work but he certainly isn’t gonna do something that will seriously risk your health or get you in any kind of trouble. But he also has an affinity for doing stuff in public/semi-public spaces, sooo-

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is strong, works out constantly and is up on his cardio, the man has stamina for fucking days. Can easily go for multiple rounds with zero issue and his refractory period is almost nil. It can get tiring but are you REALLY gonna complain? No. Especially when it is the third time that night and he has you in a mating press and you are moaning incoherently, blissed out of your mind.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he would be very open to them. I mean he is a big believer in using the right tool for the right job and to tease you? Toys applied at the right time to the right spots are just so entertaining. He lives for feedback and your reactions and what better way than a well stocked toy chest? Not an everytime thing tho.

As for himself? He probably wouldn’t bother with them much, I do however think he has a really nice and well loved fleshjack and he does use a quality lube every time even if it is just his hand. He prefers using toys with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

TOO MUCH! He teases you constantly in and out of the bedroom and cannot help himself or stop himself, he keeps going and going and doesn’t let up and when you beg and ask for it to stop he will tell you it’s your fault for being SO easy and fun to tease. Hands are on you often and dirty things whispered in your ears at inopportune moments are frequent.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Depends! He totally is into dirty talk and praise and words of encouragement and we know he can talk and talk and talk but sometimes during those roleplays where he has the mask on and doing the whole chase, brutal killer/helpless victim thing, he stays a little more in character and you will get some grunts and groans but not much else. Other times though good luck shutting him up, he will be telling you how good you feel and hardly able to hold back from singing your praises and moaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ultimate masturbation fantasy is you turning the tables on him. During one of those predator prey times? You legit get the drop on him, flip the script and get HIM?! Oh damn. He would love for you to use him sometime, find a way to get him helpless and strapped down and get a cock ring on him, and use him, ride him and use his body until you are totally satisfied. He thinks about it often but also takes a long while to open up about this fantasy with you.

So encouraging and much more into praise than degredation. He is gonna praise the hell out of you and let you know when you are doing something good or right. Every single time.

Also he’s bi.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is fit, he is strong, cut, scars littering his skin from past encounters with his job. But we know about all that. Let’s talk about that dick. Above average in girth and length, I think solidly above seven inches, balls are a good handful, average amount of pre-cum, tastes nice, produces lot of cum, normal consistency and just good taste, the guy eats a ton of frut and hydrates well, so swallowing him is a dream.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. If you don’t want to then holding off or resulting to his own hand is no issue but I think the ideal is five times a week, more if you want it, and varied. A longer sesh, quickies, sessions of just oral or hand stuff, mutual masturbation, just a little bit of everything.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not until you are taken care of, clean, cared for and feeling good and safe and are asleep yourself. He literally will not until you do no matter how spent or tired, just can’t relax until you are. What a sweetheart, eh? Also loooves to cuddle, holy shit, you are gonna be in his arms or physically touching in some way in order for him to get any semblance of a good quality of sleep.

#Leslie Vernon X Reader #BHF writing #Ayyyyy #Hope you all enjoy this even if you do not agree with all my points or assertations #I love him #My sweetheart

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lonely people | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

rating: fluff

warnings: slow burn. kinda long.

a/n: i’m not dead. i just had zero inspiration. here’s to me kinda getting my groove back. it took me way too long to finish this, but i think y’all will like it. it’s one of my faves.

People were...people.

And people were complicated.

That’s all you could really say to describe your relationships, or lack thereof. You could blame it on your social anxiety or undeveloped communication skills or just the sole fact that you strongly despised the human race. In fact, you could spend the rest of your life alone in your apartment and you’d be fine, but your therapist mentioned that loneliness was damaging. No one deserves to be alone, she had said. Maybe she was right, you just shrugged it off. You had been alone most of your life. It wasn’t something that you shut the door on like a nosy neighbor. You welcomed the solace being alone provided. A comfort and a calm that couldn’t be interrupted. However, the words of your therapist seemed to etch themselves permanently in the back of your mind. You could hear her calm, almost motherly, voice as you carried on with your week.

You need friends, Y/n. You need people that you can relate to and depend on. I’m the only human contact you get every week and yes, you can depend on me, but you need someone else. Anyone else.

You sighed, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to rid your mind of her voice. Making friends was something children did. You were a grown ass adult who still panicked when it was your turn to pay in the grocery line. Getting to know someone required putting yourself out there. Being vulnerable, but before that you just actually had to talk...to another human. Which you weren’t good at. But maybe, just maybe, Dr. Smith’s voice would go away if you gave it a shot.

So, you got up and got dressed in your favorite hoodie and jeans and topped it off with a pair of hightop converse. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going to go, but the coffee shop down the street was always your first stop before you went anywhere. It was apart of the routine. No, it didn’t inspire change. It was small and quiet, the people were nice, and the coffee was five star. It was the perfect place for you to pop in every now and then and gain that sense of familiarity. You ordered the same thing every time; vanilla sweet cream cold brew. The first time you walked in, it’s the what the barista recommended. You figured that he knew best, so you went with it. Now, every time you grace the coffee shop with your presence, you don’t even make it up to the counter before they start on your order.

“How’ve you been, Y/n?” Your favorite barista, Donnie, wore a kind smile as you leaned against the counter. He was a tall redhead who always seemed to be working the same days you went in. It was comforting and regular.

“Good,” you said honestly, “Sorry, I haven’t come down to see you. I bought the Keurig you recommended. It works wonders for an introverted individual.”

Donnie chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re saying it’s my fault?”

“Precisely,” You hummed as he slid you your daily dose of caffeine. “You’re the best, Don.” You slid him a ten and he just glanced up at you. “On the house...I know,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “It’s a tip.” Before he could protest, you were half way out the door and stepping out onto the busy Brooklyn streets. Immediately, you shoved your left hand in your hoodie pocket, making your body as small as possible. Trying to walk through downtown Brooklyn would have been impossible for you a year ago. It was too crowded, too many bodies, too much noise. It was overwhelming. Even now, it still overwhelmed you, but your sessions with Dr. Smith had made controlling your anxiety easier.

Taking a hard right, you cut through an empty alley that was a shortcut to your apartment. You had gotten out of your house today. That was enough for you. Tomorrow, you had a session with Dr. Smith.

The office building that Dr. Smith worked in was nice. Really nice. The whole building was reinforced glass, whites, grays, and blacks bringing to the modern feel. It was a great contrast to the red, brick buildings that bore the history of the city. Today, the sun radiated throughout the whole building bringing it’s warmth and a multitude of people with it. There were different businesses in the building, a dentist on floor eight and an insurance company on floor ten, so, naturally there were always people in and out of the elevator. Today, though, there was a lot of people. You had managed to squeeze your way to the back, your shoulders brushing over the ones next to you. You fingers meddled with the gold rings that you rarely took off, eyes casted at the floor. Your breathing was quick and shallow and the small child who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of you only made it worse.

When the elevator dinged and a bright red ‘NINE’ ran across the screen, you shoved your way out of the steal box and tumbled into the waiting room. You were almost gasping for air as you approached the front desk.

“Too many people?”

You nodded meeting a pair of green eyes. Cynthia was probably the nicest lady you had ever met. She was nearing 40 and married with a couple of a kiddos that you seen running around the offices. She wore a kind smile and had a soothing voice that you could listen to all day. “You changed you hair color?” Her usual brown hair, was now blonde with brown highlights. It was pretty, but it was different.

“Yeah,” Cynthia sighed, running a hand through her long locks, “Ready for a change, I suppose.”

You nodded, signing your name on the check-in sheet.

Change. Even the thought made you wanna puke. Brooklyn, New York had been your home all of the 25 years you had been alive. You knew the streets like the back of your hand. You knew what diners were the best, how to get from one place to another without getting stuck in traffic, the best and worst places to live, the names of the all the older men and women whose businesses were still kicking. Brooklyn was all you had ever known. It’s all you wanted to know. You didn’t want different. You didn’t want something you would have to get used to, something you would have to learn. You had discovered that even the smallest inconveniences were hard for you deal with. Like right now, two teenagers were in your seat. The black leather couch that you had grown accustomed to was taken. You stopped, your breath hitching ever-so slightly. The only available spot was next to a man with cropped brown hair and a brooding appearance that made you want to settle for the tile floors.

Get over yourself, L/n, you said to yourself. The man only glanced at you when you sat down next to him. He shuffled over to give you more space and that’s when you noticed his gloved hands. It was 60 degrees out and sunny. Why this man was wearing gloves, you weren’t going to ask. You just shrunk further into your seat, your knee bouncing with every second that ticked by. A few minutes passed and you could feel the man’s eyes on you. You caught a glimpse of his steel blue eyes before he looked away.

“Sorry,” he muttered under his breath.

You shook your head. “Uh, don’t worry about it.”

Minutes of uncomfortable silence seemed to go on forever until your name was called. You stood up wiping the imaginary dust off your jeans, not sparing the unknown man a glance before disappearing down the hallway.

“Make any friends this week?” Dr. Smith asked. Her glasses were perched atop of her nose, her brown eyes already searching for a lie.

“I went to see Donnie.”

She rolled her eyes, clicking her pen twice. “Did you make any new friends?”

You sighed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “I talked to a guy in the lobby before today’s session.”

Dr. Smith hummed, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get this guys name or number?”

“No, but he wore gloves. Who wears gloves in the middle of spring?” You asked, more to yourself than to the shrink.

“That’s James,” Dr. Smith revealed. Her first name was Marlinda, most called her Mar. “War vet. He doesn’t get out much either. You two might be good for each other. I want you to talk to him.”

You groaned. “Mar-“

“Y/n. You are 25 years and have no friends. No one to talk to. You. Are. Alone. And I know that’s hard for you to hear and you may not understand nor realize it. I want you to have a life, Y/n. I want you experience things without being crippled by your anxiety. But it’s going to take work. Work that you have to do. There are mountains you’ll have to go over and valleys you’ll need to travel through. But I will not allow you to let your anxiety control you.”

You swallowed thickly, Dr. Smith’s words hitting you like a ton of bricks. Her words were genuine. She wanted to see you be free, but they were stern. You met her eyes before glancing out the window. “I’m trying, Mar. I just don’t know how to do it.”

“Start by getting James’ number. I expect good news next week.” You nodded, standing to your feet. You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your hoodie as you trudged over to the door. “And Y/n?”

You turned around raising an eyebrow.

“You’re more than your anxiety.” Mar’s voice was soft and didn’t have the edge to it like it usually did. You could only send her half a smile before grabbing the door handle and walking out of the office.

It rained for three days straight after your session with Mar. You spent those three days moping in your apartment. Most of time, the rain didn’t bother you. You loved the rain. You loved the cozy atmosphere and the peace those gray, rumbling clouds brought. You would always turn on a good movie or pick out a book to read. You sighed as you read the same line for nearly the tenth time. Your mind was elsewhere. It was cluttered. Dr. Smith’s words rolling around in your head like a bowling ball. You’re more than your anxiety.

“For goodness sake,” you muttered under your breath. You stood up from your couch and made your way into your room. “This’ll have to do.” You were in a pair of light wash jeans, a plain back tee, windbreaker on top, and the same pair of converse from a few days ago. You grabbed your phone, keys, and wallet before heading out the door. The rain had slowed down just enough for you to reach Brooklyn Roasting Company. As soon as you stepped in the door, the floodgates opened and thunder rumbled in the sky. You shrugged off your jacket as you approached the counter, catching the sight of the familiar mop of red hair.

“I get to see you twice in a week,” Donnie said catching your gaze. “Someone’s getting adventurous.”

You scoffed, a small smile playing on your lips. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I’ll grab your cold brew, but I hope that you didn’t plan on sitting in your usual seat.”

You furrowed your eyebrows following Donnie’s gaze to the man sitting in your seat..the one next to the window. You recognized the cropped brown hair, sharp jawline, and gloved hands.

“You think you could bring that cold brew to my table?”

“Yeah, give me a couple of minutes.”

You muttered thanks.

Start by getting James’ number...

You’re more than your anxiety.

You sucked in a sharp breath, your feet carrying you over to the table James was sitting at. You cleared your throat when he didn’t notice you at first. His eyes ran over your frame, a hint of confusion mixing in with the ocean blue.

“H-hi,” your voice was soft and you smiled, nervousness laced in your eyes. “Do you, uh, mind if I sit here?”

James’ eyes looked at the empty tables behind you and then to the seat across from him. “No. It’s all yours.” An awkward silence fell between the two of you, your eyes focused on the rain drops rolling down the windows.

“Vanilla sweet cream cold brew for the pretty lady,” Donnie said, interrupting the silence.

“Thanks, Don,” you said with a small smile. He nodded mouthing, ‘good luck,’ before sending you a wink and heading back into the kitchen.

“You’re the girl from the therapists office?” James’ voice was deep and smooth.

You nodded taking a sip of your coffee. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m Y/n.”

“Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you repeated, his name falling effortlessly from your lips. You both liked the way it rolled off your tongue so easily. You glanced out the window and then back at Bucky. He looked tired, dark circles starting to form under his eyes, but that didn’t take away from his striking features. There was a light stubble lining his jawline almost up to his high cheek bones. His blue eyes stuck out against his pail skin, long eyelashes grazing his skin when he blinked. He wore the same black jacket he had adorned at therapy, black jeans, and black combat boots. You could see a dark blue shirt poking out at the top, dog tags hanging loosely around his neck. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.”

“The pleasure is mine, Y/n.”

Bucky couldn’t get his knee to stop moving. Up and down, up and down. Faster and faster. He was waiting. Waiting for you. You ended up spending nearly an hour at the coffee shop together. Few words were exchanged, but neither of you really desired to talk. It was the presence of another person that both of you were content with. Bucky glanced at the clock, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth. He had ten minutes before his session and he really wanted to see you. Another minute passed and soon enough you were stepping out of the elevator. At just the sight of you, Bucky’s knee came to slow, his shoulders relaxing.

“Hi,” you said softly. You sounded almost out of breath, your chest rising and falling quicker than normal.

Bucky sent you a small tug of his lips as you sat down next to him. “Hey.” No other words were exchanged.

The following week, you were late and missed getting a chance to see Bucky before your session.

“I made a friend...I think,” you told Mar.

“James?” Mar questioned.

“Bucky,” you corrected sitting back in your seat.

A small but proud smile graced Mar’s lips. You didn’t realize it, but there was an ever so small light in your eyes that she saw. A light that she had been trying to dig out of you since your first session. “And did you get Bucky’s number?”

You shook your head. “I talked to him though. I took the first step and asked if I could sit at his table. I sit next to him in the waiting room before sessions. He’s- he’s nice.”

“There was a time when I thought your smile would never reach your eyes,” Mar said honestly. “I’m glad to see you’ve changed my mind.”

The next week, you got there before Bucky. You were half and hour early. Why?

You wanted to spend time with a friend.

Ten minutes later, Bucky stepped out of the elevator his eyes searching the room until they landed on you.

“You didn’t come last week.”

You slid over so the brunette could sit. “I didn’t miss. I was late.” Bucky hummed. “You miss me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, L/n,” the man scoffed.

“You can admit it. Besides, it’s nice to know someone enjoys having me around. I like having you around too.”

Cynthia called your name before Bucky got a chance to respond. You stood up, sending him a smile before disappearing down the hallway.

“Leaving so soon?”

You jumped, your hand flying to your chest, heart beating wildly. You turned to face Bucky who was leaning against the glass building, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“What the hell, Barnes?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Bucky said pushing himself off the wall. The sunlight only seemed to illuminate Bucky’s features further.

“Yes, you did,” you deadpanned.

“You’re right,” Bucky shrugged, “I did.”

You rolled your eyes continuing down the street. Bucky caught up with you quickly, his stride matching yours. “What do you want, Buck?”

“I wanna...hang.”

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes narrowing. “You want to...hang?”

“Um, yeah. If-if that’s okay with you.” Bucky seemed nervous as you guys moved out of the way of those trying to avoid you.

Your eyes softened. “That’s more than okay with me, Bucky. You got anywhere in mind?”

“You’re place?”

Bucky was in your space. Your space. If someone didn’t out right tell what they were really like, their home definitely did.

It smells good in here, Bucky thought to himself. Your apartment was exactly how Bucky pictured it to be. Simple, yet organized. The living room held a gray couch and two plush chairs, a TV mounted on the wall. A glass coffee table sat in the middle, a few books and a half consumed coffee cup on top. You dropped your jacket over the back of the couch, noticing how Bucky was still standing by your door.

“Can I get you anything?” You offered.

Bucky shifted his weight into his right leg. “I’ll take a water.”

As you reached into the refrigerator, you could hear Bucky’s footsteps against the hardwood floors. When you looked up, he had taken a seat at the countertop, his jacket and gloves still on. You tossed him the water which he caught with ease.

“What?” Bucky asked. Your arms were crossed over your chest, that look of curiosity that he had grown to recognize on your face.

“You gonna take your jacket off?”

“I’m comfortable,” Bucky shrugged.

“I’ve known you for a month, James.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the use of first name. “What could be so bad that you have to hide it from me?”

Bucky was quiet for a moment and when he looked at you there was a sadness laced in his eyes. “A lot.”

You pushed yourself off the counter moving to sit next to the larger man. “We’re both messed up, Buck. If I can’t handle your flaws, then I shouldn’t call myself your friend. Look, you don’t have to tell me or show me, but you’re kinda all I got so I’m always gonna be here.”

“I just need some time,” Bucky said softly.

You nodded placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Come on,” you gestured towards the tv, “You said you wanted to hang.”

This hang out continued. Every week, Bucky would come and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with you after therapy. He slowly started to loosen up around you and you around him.

“So, he’s your best friend?” Mar asked.

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, “You could put it like that.”

Mar stared at you for a moment, her eyes studying your face. You shifted in your seat, your knee bouncing slightly. Her stare made you uncomfortable. She knew you better than anyone so whatever she was going to say was going to hit you deep. “You like him.”

You choked on air, your eyes wide. “I- what?”

Mar rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb, Y/n. You’ve fallen for him.”

“Mar-“

“Y/n, it’s okay,” she said noticing the scared look laced in your eyes. “You’re allowed to feel again. You know, when you walked into this office you only spoke...maybe ten words to me. You hated it. You hated me. You didn’t want to trust anyone because you lost someone.”

“...I lost everyone,” you said softly.

“I know,” Mar agreed, “but you allowed yourself to let Bucky in and you’ve only known him for two months. He’s special to you-“

“He’s all that I have, Mar.”

“So why not give him all that you have?”

There were tears threatening to spill. “Because everyone that I’ve ever loved, I’ve lost.”

“But it wasn’t your fault. What happened to your dad came with the job, okay? And we both know that it’s better that your mom was not in your life. And your grandparents? They hung on until you were legally an adult. Loss is apart of life, Y/n. It’s not something you can run from and hope never happens.”

“But it hurts,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but the pain was there.

“It’s supposed to because you cared. I know that you’re scared, but you and James both deserve someone who cares and loves unconditionally.”

The next day, there was a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” you called from the couch. You knew Bucky was planning to come over. He had texted you a few hours before asking what you wanted from the coffee shop. You heard the door slam shut and Bucky’s shuffling from behind the couch.

“Hey,” he said. He extended his arm to hand you your cold brew except in front of you was metal. Your eyes raked up the metal arm until you met Bucky’s blue eyes. His bottom lip was tugged between his teeth, jacket and gloves discarded. He was waiting for your reaction. Waiting for you to kick him out and tell him that you never wanted to see him again in account of what he had done. But that didn’t happen.

“I knew it,” you muttered softly.

Bucky was tense as he sat down next to you. “You knew what?”

“I’m not an idiot, Bucky. I started to piece things together. The gloves, the jacket, your overall hatred for humanity..”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Because I knew that you’d tell me when you were comfortable,” you shrugged. You sank down in your seat taking a drink of your coffee.

You could see from your peripheral, Bucky setting his coffee on the table, his body moving closer to yours, knees touching. He took your hand in his metal one squeezing it gently. “Thank you.”

You responded by bring the black and gold metal to your lips. The gesture caused both you and Bucky to freeze. Neither of you were used to displays of affection, giving or receiving. It wasn’t hard to tell that both of you were touch deprived and longing for something gentle and real. Even though Bucky couldn’t really feel your kiss, the gesture was enough for him to realize how special you were. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he craved more. He wanted to feel every inch of you, not just your body, but your heart, and your soul. He wanted to know you, all of you. He wanted to know how you liked your eggs cooked, your favorite song, what books you were reading, what made you laugh, what made you cry, your favorite places to eat, your favorite movies. Bucky wanted you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the heat crawling up your neck. “I- it felt right. Everything with you feels right.” Bucky could sense that there was more you wanted to say, so he stayed silent, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “When I met you, I wasn’t looking for anything. I actually was against relationships as a whole. But then I met you. And that was...it just happened, I guess. I found myself wanting to spend time with you. And then I found myself falling for you. It was simple and easy. I was comfortable. I think that’s how the best relationships start. You’re not looking and then there’s something. Someone. You’re my someone.”

Bucky’s heart swelled at your confession. God, I don’t deserve her, he thought to himself. He didn’t think that it was possible to have someone feel that way about him, nor did you think it was possible to feel the way you felt about Bucky.

“This whole relationship thing...I don’t really know how to do it,” Bucky said, his voice low and laced with a kind of disappointment. “I’m not sure I remember how to love or what it’s like to be loved, but I’m will to try for you. You’re all I got and you’re all I want, Y/n L/n.”

You sent him a sweet smile, a smile that reached your eyes and was filled with warmth. Suddenly, the distance between you was slim to none, your breaths mingling together. Bucky’s hands had found themselves gripping at your waist pulling you impossibly close. You were hoping he couldn’t hear your thundering heartbeat, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Before you lost the courage, you pressed your lips softly against Bucky’s. It was as if time stopped for this moment. The kiss was sweet, the feeling strange and foreign but you welcomed the change. Your lips seemed to fit together perfectly as Bucky took the lead, clearly more experienced. When you pulled away, Bucky grunted chasing your lips hungry for more.

“Damn,” you muttered, chest heaving. “That was...nice?”

“Nice?” Bucky laughed. It was probably the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “You’re an angel, ya know that?”

A shy smile tugged at your cheeks as you placed your head on Bucky’s shoulder. You two had a lot to learn about yourselves, about each other, about relationships. And you were scared....terrified. But as you sat there, a warm feeling turning in your stomach, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you, you decided that the risk was worth it. And the man next to you was worth everything.

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 11.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Maya Jump Scares (My Fave!), Sweet Yoongi, Talks of BDSM, Mentions of Hard and Soft Limits, Sexual Teasing, Introducing OC to BDSM, Kissing, Panty Kink, Use Of The Color System, Bondage, Training Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Breast Play, Degradation (Slut), Squirting, Mentions of Lactation Kink, Yoongi Cries, Pet Names, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Embarrassed Yoongi

A/N: Good luck. I'm fucking DEAD. Always a shout out to the greats @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna

Yoongi probably hasn't slept this well in a long time. Probably since he was a kid.

It's difficult for him to rouse from his slumber. It's comforting to feel your limbs contorting around his. He can feel himself drooling on your pillow distantly.

Everything feels like a dream right now.

He can feel your head laying on his arm. His hand is pressed to your stomach still and he feels such peace.

Opening his eyes, he can make out the chandelier on the ceiling. The daylight rays that bleed through the window bounce off of the Swarovski crystals that hang and they sprinkle the walls and ceilings with rainbow lights.

He would have never noticed these things before. Did last night change something in him?

Looking around the room, he jumps at the sight of Maya as she leans against the marble wall.

He sighs loudly, his hand running through his hair as his heart beats rapidly.

"What?!" he mouths to her.

Looking over at you, he brushes some hair off of your sleeping face. The baby must be making you so tired.

You did work hard last night on the delicious dinner you made. That might tire you out too.

Maya raises her eyebrows at the both of you in bed.

You groan at the light that now shines on your face since your hair has been moved.

Throwing your body over Yoongis' with a whine, he shushes you gently on instinct.

"Go back to sleep, little dove. You're alright." he whispers gently.

"It's twelve o'clock." Maya mouths to him, holding up his Rolex watch.

He's late for work.

Looking down at you, he watches how peaceful you are in your sleep.

He doesn't care about work. He's perfectly content where he is.

He flicks his hand, telling the woman who is like his mother to go away.

With a smile, she bows her head. "Sir."

"Yoongi?" your voice is laden with sleep.

He finds himself smirking as you whisper his voice.

"Right here. I didn't leave," he promises as you pick your head up off of his arm.

"I slept like a brick," you mumble.

Chucking to himself, Yoongi can only agree.

"Me too. I'm late for work." he jeers.

You sit up quickly, eyes roaming the room before finding the digital clock by the bed.

"It's twelve! You're so late!" you gasp loudly.

"It's okay, I'm the boss, little dove."

"That's not a good excuse," you jeer, shoving his shoulder with a laugh.

He finds himself chuckling as he lays back down on the pillow. "I can work from home."

You pout at him, combing your hair over your shoulder as you sit up against the headboard.

"I haven't been up to the third floor, yet." you admit, stretching your limbs to a satisfying degree.

"I can show you what's up there. Maybe after we eat some brunch," the father of your child suggests, laying back down on the pillow.

"I'd like that," you reply, warmly.

Last night, you discovered so much about the man lying beside you. You could never imagine how hard his life has been. It's really a shame.

But, there are times you find his sweet side peeking out. And you decide to focus on those instances from now on instead of the others.

He deserves it.

You deserve it.

"Why haven't you made yourself at home?" Yoongi asks, gently.

Looking around the room, you notice the cardboard boxes of paintings and stuffed animals. Small little knick knacks piled up without a place to go.

Humming unsurely, you look around the room. "I just didn't feel like my stuff was good enough to put in here maybe? I didn't really feel the need to do it." you reply with a shrug.

Yoongi scoffs gently as he stands, twisting his back with a groan. The sounds of his bones cracking echo throughout the large room and you smirk as he walks over to the boxes.

You watch his legs contort and flex through his briefs and the image of his pert backside makes an eyebrow raise.

He is really good looking.

Picking up a stuffed red panda, he tilts his head at the cuteness. His eyes look down into the box and he notices just how many stuffed animals you have.

"Jesus, why do you have so many?" he asks with a laugh, continuously picking up some of the toys big and small.

Sitting up to look past him, you giggle.

"Every year during the Fall Festival, I get at least two. Their fun to get! Makes fun memories!" you reply happily as you stand up.

"You can remember every single memory for each stuffed animal?!" he sounds bewildered and it makes you laugh.

"Of course!"

"No fucking way!" he jeers.

Stepping beside him, you watch as he rifles through the box.

Pulling out a panda at the bottom of the box, he hands it to you.

"What memory is that, smarty pants?" he quips, leaning against the glass door to your balcony.

Your lips purse as you stare down at it.

"Well this is Yukhoe, I got him at the fair… seven years ago, I think? I won him for getting the most consecutive balls in the one thousand point hole during skeeball."

"Bullshit!" Yoongi cries with a laugh.

His laugh is so pretty. Even the gummy smile he gives you is heart stuttering.

"I'm serious!" you reply, shoving him gently with your hand.

He snorts loudly, rolling his eyes as he folds his arms.

"You should put them up if you have so many memories," he insists looking around the room.

You hum unsurely, placing the toy down to grab at your stomach.

"Or maybe you can put them in the babies' room? That'd be nice," Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly.

You find yourself smirking even amidst your morning sickness. He's being so kind. It's making butterflies appear when you thought it could never happen.

Finally, he looks back down at you. He notices how you clutch onto your stomach, how you lean against the armchair for support.

"You feel sick?" he takes it upon himself to tie your hair up without argument.

"Just a little," you reply.

Helping you sit down, he crouches beside the chair. He rubs slow, soothing circles to your back as you rest your elbows on your knees.

"It'll go away," you promise.

"I know, little dove. Sesame gremlin is really molding your body to how it sees fit," the CEO whispers.

Your heart feels warm as he speaks such kind words.

"You remembered," you whisper in awe, turning your head to look at him.

He smirks, furrowing his eyebrows. "I remembered? That you called it a sesame gremlin?"

You nod happily as he chuckles.

"That's our baby name for now, why would I forget that?" he asks, confused.

"Just didn't think you cared that much," you reply, the nausea starting to ebb away.

"Oh, I care. It's just hard for me to show it sometimes… Most of the time." he whispers, brushing some stray hairs away from your cheek.

You hum sweetly, a noise that fills the man beside you with glee.

"I feel a little better," you whisper, sitting back up.

"Good. Let's go get you some water and food, hmm?" he asks softly, helping you stand.

Watching you walk away to the bathroom, Yoongi can only describe this past encounter as comfortable. It just seems right. It feels domestic and warm.

It feels so perfectly his.

"Frederic, that was amazing!" you say, setting down your fork.

The chef looks up at you from the pan, a wide smile set on his face.

"Madame. You flatter me. I am just your humble serviteur," the man says, bowing to you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

It didn't take long for him to call his office and tell them that he would be working from home. But, it was just long enough for him to begin missing you while you were in the shower.

He's starting to become attached to you. He's only ever felt attached to Maya.

"You have to go work, right?" you ask him as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

He nods slowly, picking up his coffee while turning to you.

"Yeah, just gotta go over a few documents. You can come up with me though, if you want to. Bring a book or something?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

Not too long ago, that question would have made you feel uncomfortable. But now, you're more than content with agreeing.

"Sure, I'm almost done with a book I took from the library," you reply as he helps you down from the stool.

"What book are you reading?" he finds himself asking, his arm extends, politely telling you to walk first before him.

"Atlas Shrugged," you reply, ascending the stairs.

The prospect of you reading such a large book makes him impressed.

"When did you start reading the book?" he inquires softly, the both of you landing on the second floor.

"Two days ago," you say, walking towards your studio to grab the book.

"You're almost finished with a one thousand page book in two days?!" his voice is filled with awe as you pick up the hardcover book.

Turning to him, you press the book to your chest with a smile. "Well yeah, it's a great book."

His lips purse, seeming impressed. "Well goddamn, you're an enigma aren't you, little dove?"

The third floor is perfectly grandiose. There are small cases filled with what seem to be heirlooms lining the marble walls.

"No one really comes up here." Yoongi explains as you walk through the large hallway.

The two wings at the top seem to be filled with crates and boxes. There are white sheets that cover many pieces of furniture and at night you would hate to be up here. It seems like it would be creepy and daunting.

"Most pieces of furniture and the art and statues in the crates haven't been added down to the museum wings, yet. I just leave them up here." Yoongi says as you wade through them all.

"So interesting," you quip, lifting a white sheet to look at the pretty furniture beneath it.

"Kinda creepy." Yoongi says, folding his arms.

You hate to admit it but you nod along with his words.

"Just a little," you reply with a giggle.

"Come," he whispers softly.

As you continue back to the main hallway, you feel his hand on your lower back once more and it fills you with a sense of calm.

He's getting good at that these days.

"This is my office," he says, opening up the double doors.

Everything in this room is pristine and you can tell that it's never been used before last week.

As you go to step inside, your feet linger as a black door down the hallway catches your attention.

"What's that room?" you ask, curiously.

Your feet taking off without you.

"Oh, little dove! Wait!" Yoongi cries out as you step in front of the door.

It has a fingerprint key to it. Seems secretive.

"This is just a room of my hobbies and stuff," he sounds absolutely embarrassed.

His hand rubs at the back of his neck and you notice how his irises shake with nerves, looking from the room and then back to you.

"Show me," you whisper as he leans against the wall.

He hums unsurely.

You sound so excited about it.

"It's really not for you to see." he replies.

Frowning, you tug on the door handle which gives no reaction.

"Come on. It can't be that bad. Unless, you have dead bodies in here," you joke.

Rolling his eyes, he sighs gently. He doesn't want to see you frown. So, against his better judgement -- he puts his thumb on the fingerprint scanner. The noise echoes throughout the silent floor and he clears his throat awkwardly.

"It's a BDSM room. I've never used it though," he says quickly, opening up the door.

"Whoa," you whisper as the room is opened up to you.

Automatic lights turn on as you step inside.

The walls are all black marble and the large bed that sits at the far end of the room is mocha brown.

You can tell the sheets are satin and luxurious even from far away.

But, the main thing that catches your attention is the multitude of cabinets and drawers that line the walls almost artistically.

Yoongi watches you with nervous eyes. He watches how you run your hand over the wooden fixtures that line the walls.

"What's this?" you find yourself asking.

You point to a large black X figure that is attached to the wall.

The CEO rubs his hands together nervously, pushing himself off of the door frame to walk closer.

"It's an X cross. You hop on these footrests and you get shackled to it," he sounds uncomfortable as he speaks.

"Cool." you reply, setting down the book to hop on.

"Whoa! No! You're pregnant, be careful!" he whines, putting his hands on your rib cage to keep you up against the cross.

"So? Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm broken," you quip, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"Little dove," he admonishes softly.

He looks up at you on the cross and the dirtiest things begin to flit through his mind.

Imagining you naked, with your hands and feet shackled to the cross. Seemingly incapacitated as he strokes your pretty pussy.

What would it be like if your belly was bigger? He'd be able to rub--

"Get down," he begs.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off of the cross.

"You're no fun," you quip, walking around him to the wall of riding crops and canes.

"I am fun!" he retorts, folding his arms once more.

"What's this?" you ask softly, your fingers running through the multitude of leather strands that hang from the top.

"It's a flogger," the father of your child mumbles through gritted teeth.

He sighs softly as you pull it off the wall.

Rearing back, you snap the flogger to your hand and your palm sings with the devilish sting.

"Ow," you whisper softly.

Yoongi watches your eyebrows contort in pain and he's quick to rip the toy from your grasp. It tugs at his heart.

"Stop. You're going to hurt yourself," he admonishes, once more.

The way he speaks, even if it's supposed to come out gruff and annoyed, it just sounds caring and worried. Which is why you're perfectly okay with continuing along with your nosy inquiries.

"Do you like to flog people? Or hit them with this?" you ask, taking a large, thick cane off of the wall.

The way he sighs, it makes you smirk.

"Depends on the situation. How bratty the sub is being," he throws the word bratty right at you and it makes you smile.

"So would you be caning me or?" you quip as you turn to him.

His tongue licks at his lips at the prospect of it.

"I would be fucking wrecking you until you're begging," he mumbles, pulling the thick cane out of your hand.

"So let's play," you whine, tugging his hand over to the bed.

His eyes flutter shut and it takes all of his inner strength to pull away from you.

"You're pregnant. Stop it," he chides, hanging the toys back on their appointed shelves.

"No fun," you mumble, sitting down on the bed.

The bed hugs you comfortingly and you hum in appreciation laying back.

Turning to you, the father of your child watches as your shirt rides up. He can see the small little bump beginning to form and he clenches his teeth at the sight.

"I have to work," he reminds you, watching you run your hands over the satin sheets.

"Go ahead. I'll be here, playing with myself. You have vibrators?" you giggle as his eyebrows furrow.

"Come on, little dove," he says, already heading to the doorway.

With a small giggle you stand up, you'll break him. In time.

It's difficult for Yoongi to pay attention to work, once again. His eyes keep drifting to you over his laptop. You finished the book in the first hour that you've been in his office.

Now scrolling through your phone, you pretend not to notice how he stares at you over the lip of his computer.

The light from your phone highlights your swollen breasts and the CEO finds himself shifting in his seat a multitude of times.

Just thinking about you in that room is doing things to him. He constantly tries to swat away the thought of having you in that room. But it's becoming more difficult as the hours go on.

What's so wrong with having sex with pregnant women?

There's really nothing wrong with it per se. But he feels like they should be more paternal, no? You're carrying a child, would you also be indulging in sexual acts?

He doesn't know how to feel anymore. Like he's thought countless times before, you're fucking with his head.

"This says that Doms and Subs have a contract," you speak aloud.

Yoongi huffs out gently, putting his hands over his face.

You're getting too obsessed with this.

"Sometimes," he replies softly.

"Do we need to have a contract?" you ask with a smile.

He snorts gently at how pleased you look.

"No, little dove. We're not having sex, so of course there is no need for a contract." he says through gritted teeth.

You are really something else.

Crossing your legs, you scroll through the website.

He tries to focus on the many words that are staring him in the face but he keeps looking back at you as your eyes continue to light up.

"Oh! Soft limits. Let's start here," you say happily.

Yoongi puts his hands in his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

He feels like he's going crazy.

"Y/N, please," he whispers, almost begging you.

"We promised each other that we would be truthful to one another."

Rolling his eyes, he replies. "Yes, in the sense that if either of us asks a question we would answer it honestly. Not in the sense that if you suddenly find yourself on a BDSM website, you feel compelled to tell me the truth about what soft limits you're setting for yourself in a non-existent dom slash sub relationship."

Scowling playfully, you roll your eyes.

"Well. My soft limits are as follows."

Yoongi sighs loudly, grabbing the glass of whisky off his desk to keep his thoughts at bay.

He feels his lips tugging upward as you look through the website.

So annoyingly cute sometimes.

"Breast bondage is a soft limit. Because they hurt a lot right now," you murmur.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, his eyes narrowing at you.

You're trying to rile him up. He can feel it.

"Little dove," he warns you as you lean closer to the desk.

"Nipple clamps, not sure if I'd be okay with that right now. Anal play, never done it so I'm not sure if I'd like it. Over the knee spanking, won't be able to do that soon."

Yoongi sips his whisky slowly, letting the warmth of the alcohol curl around his muscles.

"You've never had your ass played with before?" he asks, obviously intrigued.

Got him.

"No. I've only ever been with a few people before and they didn't seem into that sort of stuff," you reply.

He scoffs gently. Your ass is one for the ages, you should have been played with.

"Maybe after you give birth, I'll show you." he suggests above the lip of his glass.

"Sounds like a promise," you quip.

He smirks gently, leaning back into his chair. "Maybe, little dove."

"What are your limits?" you inquire, trying to push him more.

He hums, closing his laptop. Clearly, he won't be working anymore today.

"I usually only write hard limits. No fecal or piss play. No straight jackets. No pony play. Shit like that."

"I have no idea what any of that means besides the shit play," you reply, making him laugh.

"Why are you so obsessed with this all of a sudden?" Yoongi inquires, raising his eyebrow.

"Well it's something you enjoy, so I'm curious about it! You took an interest in my painting. And, I like the idea of getting interested in what you enjoy. You seem very safe and protective of your hobby and that's great!" you say happily, leaning against the desk.

The CEO hums gently at your kind words.

"You're so sweet," he mumbles, resting his chin on his hand.

Fine, he'll play along.

"Is fisting a soft limit or a hard limit?" he inquires.

Locking your phone, you turn your chair more towards him as he throws his feet up on the desk.

"I've never tried it before but it seems painful," you reply honestly to him.

His tongue slowly licks over his lips at the simple thought of you beneath him.

"What about butt plugs? Any preference?"

"Never tried them," you whisper, picking up your glass of water.

His lips sputter as you tilt your head.

This feels so free and so right. It's playful and fun. The sexual tension just adds to how normal this all feels.

"You haven't tried a lot of stuff, have you?" he asks, taking his feet off the table to stand.

"No actually, I haven't. I've always been kind of prude when it came to sex. Me and you in the back room was just a one off really. I don't really do that sort of thing," you explain truthfully.

He hums in agreement, rounding the desk. "So I'm special?"

You certainly think so.

"Maybe," you whisper, your head tilting as he steps behind your chair.

"If I show you my hobby one time, will you leave it alone?" he asks gently, bending down to your ear.

His breath is warm against your now flushing skin.

Since getting pregnant, when you aren't feeling sick or tired, you've found yourself overwhelmingly horny. It's almost a fucking sin.

"I don't think you'll be able to satiate yourself after just one time," you quip, feeling his hands run over your shoulders.

"Oh, little dove. I have the patience and strength to keep myself at bay." he replies, his lips drifting over the shell of your ear.

Yoongi thinks if he can just get this out of his system once then it'll be safer. He's been without sex for a while now and he's perfectly okay with keeping it that way. He'll just take back some wank bank footage and then he won't have to continue thinking about it.

"Will you be gentle with me?" you find yourself asking, your voice sounds small and it makes Yoongi's cock begin to harden beneath his briefs.

"I'll take very good care of you, little dove. I promise." he says, holding out his hand.

You feel excitement starting to creep through you. You've been thinking about this for a while now, if you're being honest. When you had sex with him in that back room, it was the greatest sexual experience you've ever had.

Taking his hand, you find him smiling down at you.

"Come on, little dove. Time is money."

His voice is more playful this time around and it makes you giggle. Winking at you, he tugs you out of the large office.

"We'll go by the color system for today, okay?" the father of your child asks softly, unlocking the secret room with his fingerprint.

"Color system?" you ask, gently.

He hums in agreement, running his hands over your sides as the door shuts behind him.

Bending down, his eyes flicker to your lips.

God, he hasn't kissed you in so long. Is this something else he can indulge in just for today?

Taking shallow breaths, his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the softness, breath hitching as you wait patiently.

This feels so right.

Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours.

You've almost forgotten what he tastes like. You've forgotten how excited and on edge you were in that back room.

Groaning against your lips, the tip of his tongue traces the seam for you to part for him.

His hands grip at the globes of your ass. "Jump." he whispers against your lips.

Doing as told, you mewl into the kiss. You wrap your legs around his strong waist, hands carding through his hair.

His tongue is rough over yours, taking the small gasps and moans you give to him freely.

Yoongi walks towards the bed, laying you down gently as he climbs over you.

Pulling away from you, his lips are red and raw. His eyes are hooded with lustful intentions.

You've both been thinking about this for a while now.

"What do you say to me if you want to play?" he asks, sitting up.

Your eyes trail over his body, finally landing on his erection that strains almost painfully through his pants.

Licking your lips, your mind completely goes blank.

"Little dove, you answer me when I'm talking to you. Or have you forgotten?" Yoongi asks, running his hands over your clothed legs.

Your mouth opens to reply but it isn't fast enough for the CEO.

Pinching your inner thigh just hard enough to cause a reaction, he smirks as you squeal softly.

"Answer me, little dove. Or I'll go back to my office and we can forget all of this playful fun," he threatens.

Pouting up at him, he simply chuckles.

"Daddy." you whisper.

"That's it." he replies, bending back down to kiss you.

You can feel your loins beginning to curl and unfurl with hopeful desires.

"Take off your clothes only on the upper half of your body. I wanted you stripped by the time I get back to this bed," Yoongi's voice is dominating as he whispers against your lips.

Reaching up to kiss him once more, you find him already pulling away.

"You're not going to fuck me?" you ask, quickly taking off your clothes to accommodate his words.

"No, little dove. You're pregnant," he reminds you, digging through a drawer for rope.

You roll your eyes at his words. It's always pregnant this or pregnant that.

"It's perfectly safe to have sex while I'm pregnant y'know," you tell him hopefully as you unhook your bra.

"I'm sure it is, little dove." he replies softly.

Once he finds rope that he thinks is suitable, he tugs it in his hands a few times to hear the fabric snapping back onto itself.

The sound sends a shiver down your spine, your heart starts to beat faster with excitement.

"Are you naked for me?" he asks, focusing his eyes on the many toys that hang on the wall.

"Yes," you reply, breathlessly.

He's afraid to turn around. What if he falls deeper into his lustful ways for you if he sees you so bare before him?

He has this unrelenting fascination with you so far. Something that truly makes his palms sweat. You're so good and kind, so beautiful and understanding.

What if he just continues to fall? He doesn't know how he'll be able to cope or cushion himself.

He musters his strength.

Turning around, he takes in your swollen breasts, your veins visible against your skin from how huge they're already becoming. Your nipples are bigger, darker and puffy.

"Oh fuck," he curses under his breath.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He's not going to be able to keep this at a one off at this rate.

"Are they okay?" you ask nervously, looking down at your breasts as he continues to ogle.

"You're gorgeous," he assures you, walking slowly back over to the bed.

With the sweet compliment soothing you, you find it easy to lay back.

Drifting his thumb slowly over his bottom lip, he takes you in.

"Take off your pants," he instructs as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He watches you do as told, his eyes drifting over your breasts to the small bump that's growing slowly but surely.

You're a vision to look at.

Unfortunately for Yoongi, he's already becoming attached to you in everything.

"Give me your panties," he commands.

"I think you have a panty kink," you quip, throwing your underwear on his lap.

Chuckling, he stands up putting your panties into his back pocket.

"Just your panties, little dove. We're going to go over some instructions before we play, okay?" he asks, running his free hand over your bare side.

The warmth of his hand makes your body go rigid. You nod understandingly as he bends down to kiss you.

"When I'm with a new sub or," his thumb grazes over your cheek as he pulls away from you, "a very beautiful mother of my child. There needs to be rules."

"I'm listening," you reply, earnestly.

"We're going to use the color system. Green means it's okay to keep going. Yellow means to proceed with caution. Red means to stop. If you say red at any point, that's it. It's over. We don't have to play anymore. If it gets too much you have to make sure you tell me red, do you understand?" his voice is gentle as he explains.

"Alright, that sounds fair." you say as he lets the rope fall loose from his hand.

"Can I tie you up? Is that okay with you?"

The prospect is too good to deny. You nod with a small smile, sticking out your wrists.

"Repeat your colors for me while I tie you up, little dove." he instructs, pulling your arms over your head.

"Green for okay, yellow for slow and red for stop." you repeat for him, the neediness starting to seep into your voice.

"Good girl," he praises you.

Pulling the rope tighter, he makes sure you have breathing room but not enough for you to get out.

"You're good at tying knots," you compliment, tugging on the restraints.

Yoongi chuckles as he slips down the bed to tie your feet. "Just call me a boy scout."

With a giggle, you wiggle your hips playfully as he travels south.

His eyes narrow up at you, a glint of happiness flitting through them as he smiles. He nips at your outer thigh, earning a gentle groan from your lips.

He doesn't even need to watch how fast his fingers move to tie you up, he could honestly do it with one hand behind his back. Instead, he decides to focus on you. To focus on how you squirm for him and how shallow your breathing is. He watches your chest heave up and down, your nipples turning into stiff peaks at his longing gaze.

He wants to remember this, remember all of this because this is a one off. And, he has to remember it as such.

Hopefully.

"You okay?" he asks, finishing up the knot tying.

"More than okay," you reply.

"We're going to try to train your orgasms, little dove. Make it so that your orgasms belong to me and only to me," his voice is gruff, the prospect of having your orgasms to himself and only himself is sending him into overdrive.

"You can do that?" you find yourself asking.

Situating himself between your stretched legs, he begins to smirk.

"I can, if you want to give your orgasms to me. Do you want that?" he asks, brushing some hair behind your ear.

While he has been caged off, you haven't been. You understand him more than ever and it would be special to have him control something so powerful. He's already given you a child, given you somewhere so grandiose to live. You can give him your carnal pleasure.

So you nod.

"That's my girl," he whispers with a wink.

Bending down, his lips trace over your jaw. He takes in every hitched breath and every signal of rigidity as it sets into your bones.

"Your tits look so good." he compliments, earning a gentle gasp from you.

Your head turns, wanting to give him more access to the column of your neck.

"You're going to need patience, little dove. You need to give yourself over to me completely, do you understand?"

You can feel your arousal beginning to soak the sheets beneath you, your hands strain against the ropes begging to feel his body. "Y-Yes Daddy, I understand," you whisper softly.

"Good. I'm going to let you cum once and you tell me when you're about to cum, do you understand me?" he asks, pulling away from the shell of your ear to lock eyes with you.

You feel yourself falling into his mocha irises, can feel yourself wanting to give him your everything. "Yes."

"Good," he kisses your lips gently.

His lips continue to kiss over your skin, your hips bucking into the air for more.

"Behave or I'll stop," he threatens against the column of your throat.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips pressing into a straight line as he gently suckles on your skin.

He leaves small cherry blossom petals in his wake as he continues to lavish on your skin.

This training is something Yoongi has always been good at. He's always thrived from being in a position of power. But for once, he has an overwhelming urge to please. Something he hasn't felt… well ever.

Moving his hands up your side, you gasp loudly as he gently cups your breasts.

He shivers at how full they feel in his hands, how swollen and sensitive the skin is beneath his palms.

"Oh, Daddy!" you moan as he squeezes softly.

"What's your color, little dove?" he can barely contain himself above you, his cock is so hard and throbbing within the confines of his jeans.

"G-Green, Daddy. Feels so fucking good!" you whine, your head lolling back as he continues to squeeze.

"Fuck, I bet it does," he whispers, kissing over your collarbone.

Pulling away from you, he can see how flushed your skin is. He can see how swollen your clit is already becoming and he knows that he can make you cum easily without even having to touch you.

"You're a little slut, aren't you?"

You whimper at his words. It takes you back to the night you were together.

You enjoyed hearing how dirty he could talk. How perfectly degrading his words can be.

"Your slut, Daddy. I promise," you moan out as his knees knock your legs open wider.

"Yeah, I bet you are. Pregnant with my baby and letting me take your pleasure how I see fit," he mumbles.

Biting your bottom lip, your body shudders as his thumbs swipe over your sensitive nipples.

You gasp loudly, your body undulating beneath him.

"I've-I've wanted you to touch me for so long," you moan, tugging on the restraints.

His lips turn upwards into a smirk at your words. He's been wanting it for a while too.

"Me too," he replies truthfully.

His thumbs and index fingers nibbley roll your nipples.

Trailing his eyes over your body, he can see how much arousal is trailing down your perineum and soaking the bed. His eyes flutter shut at how gorgeous and vulnerable you are beneath him.

He lets his lips trail over the curve of your breast, releasing one to reach for the apex of your thighs.

Your body shudders under his touch, preening for more.

Picking up your spilt arousal on his fingers, he suckles on them. God, he almost forgot what you taste like.

"Jesus Christ." he mumbles.

His tongue peeks out, flicking quickly at your stiff peaked nipple.

Your gasps and moans goad him on, he can barely pay attention as your breath becomes shorter and stunted.

You can feel the band within you tightening.

You would have never thought that you could be on the brink of an orgasm with Yoongi just playing with your breasts.

"D-Daddy, I'm so close." you whine, spreading your legs wider with hopes your center will be touched.

He hums in agreement as he forsakes one breath for the other.

He makes a mental note of how sensitive you are for him.

Suckling your nipple into his mouth, he moans against your skin.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!" you moan loudly, your back bowing off of the bed as white hot pleasure courses through your bones.

He pulls off of you, rolling and pinching your nipples with his fingers until you're orgasming beneath him.

Your ears ring, mouth going dry as you babble his name incessantly.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises and he raises an eyebrow as you squirt onto the sheets below you.

He takes all of this in. Every little reaction you had to his advances, all of your ques to elude to your orgasm. You'd be very easy to train.

He waits patiently for you to come down from your orgasm, stroking your skin lovingly.

"What's your color, beautiful?" he asks softly, palming the erection in his pants.

"G-Green." you whisper, already wanting more.

You don't want this to end, and you don't want this to be a one off.

"Well aren't you just such a good little sub," he jeers, bending down to kiss you.

You could get drunk off of his kisses. They make you feel on top of the world. You want to please him, really and truly please him.

"Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" your voice is so innocent as you ask.

He groans gently, cupping your cheek. "No, little dove. That isn't a part of this." he replies, against your lips.

His hand drifts from your cheek to between your breasts before finally situating over your stomach.

He swallows thickly, feeling how hard your womb is beneath his hand.

"Please? If it's a one off, you should get pleasure, too." you suggest coyly, thrusting your breasts closer to his face.

His gummy smile appears then, almost breaking your fragile heart. "I'm already getting pleasure from seeing you beneath me."

His thumb drifts slowly over the almost invisible bump on your stomach.

You begin to pout, tugging roughly on the restraints that hold you bound.

"Yoongi, please?" you whisper, eyebrows furrowing as you beg.

He sighs gently, his bottom lip purchasing between his teeth as he thinks.

He really shouldn't. This isn't right.

"You're pregnant," his excuse is sounding weaker and weaker every time he says it.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't suck your dick, Daddy. Wouldn't you like to feel my breasts in your hands while I suck you off?"

He groans gently at your questions, you can see his cock throbbing at your words.

"Little dove," he says breathlessly.

"I'll swallow for you, Daddy. Let you cum in my mouth." you whisper, laying back on the bed.

His eyes roll back at the prospect of it all.

"Maybe when my tits get bigger and filled with milk, you can suckle on them."

"Jesus, when the fuck did your mouth get so filthy?" he wants to sound appalled but it comes out amused and turned on, as it should.

"Guess you'll have to clean it out. Let me suck your cock." you reply with a smirk.

"Oh fuck." he grumbles, unbuttoning his pants.

"This is a one off!" he reminds you gruffly, tugging down his pants and brief.

Untying your hands, he sighs gently to himself. He's going to give you whatever the fuck you want from now on, isn't he? What the fuck is wrong with him?

As you wait patiently for him to finish untying you, you stare at his cock as it rests against his stomach.

Even on the first night you were together, it's still a beautiful sight.

"This is supposed to be training." he mutters to himself.

You giggle to yourself as your wrists become free.

With over zealous confidence, you press your hands to his chest. Shoving him down, he laughs loudly.

"Watch yourself, little dove!" he chides, holding your hips steady as you straddle him.

You wrinkle your nose playfully at him and he can only smirk.

Man, you're infectious.

It feels good. Like, tingles inside of oneself and giddiness in spades.

Gripping both hands onto his shirt, you raise your eyebrows.

"This shirt was made in Italy." he warns you.

With a careless shrug you rip it open, hearing the buttons pop and scatter along the marble floor.

He shakes his head with a chuckle as you stare down at his toned body.

God, he's so fucking hot.

Your eyes drift over the planes of his abs and they get softer as you look at the small circular burn marks from cigarettes.

"Wait," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

You keep your eyes on his face as you bend down.

"I don't normally let people touch my-- oh, God," he cries out as your lips drift over his skin.

Your lips feel healing against his skin. His hands grip at your sides rougher as you take your time worshipping his stomach.

His breathing is ragged and his palms are becoming sweaty.

"You're very handsome," you say, kissing over the biggest burn.

His body shivers and undulates under your touch.

He's never felt such odd comfort before.

"O-Okay. Little dove, e-enough," he practically begs.

Maybe he needs training too. Training on how to be loved.

You take pity on him, leaving his burn marks alone for now.

He sighs gratefully, bringing his hand to his face to wipe away tears he didn't know had even arrived.

"You're so sweet, little dove." he mumbles, carding his fingers through your hair.

You smile up at him kindly, the act making his heart beat quicker inside of his chest.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you run your lips over his long length earning a hiss through clenched teeth from the father of your child below you.

"Fuck," he curses, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

Wrapping your hand around his length, you watch precum begin to pearl incessantly at the seam of his mushroom head.

You look up at him for confirmation and he smirks at your subservience.

"Very good, little dove. You may." he says, gripping your hair tighter with anticipation.

Swirling your tongue around the head, you take immense pleasure in the way he groans. The groan is long and stunted and you know you're pleasing him already.

"That's it, baby."

The pet name slips so freely and he doesn't take it back as you bow your head down farther.

"Fuuuck, keep going." he instructs.

Licking his tongue over his lips, he curses gently beneath his breath as you begin a rhythm.

Stroking whatever doesn't fit in your mouth, you can hear words of praise leaving his lips like a prayer.

Your arousal has started to drip down your thighs at this point and Yoongi stares for the longest time, dying to be inside of you.

"Take it all. Like you did the night we made our baby," he commands.

With a gentle moan, you swallow around him. Gagging and sputtering on his cock, your vision becomes blurry with tears.

"Fuck, you're so good at sucking my cock. Jesus Christ!" he moans loudly, his eyes rolling back as you hollow your cheeks around him.

His free hand comes up to palm your swollen breast, being as gentle as he can in the throes of his pleasure.

"You're all mine, huh? I can just take you up here whenever the fuck I want, can't I?" he asks through gritted teeth.

His mouth is getting looser as his pleasure takes over.

You moan in agreement, getting sloppier on his cock. Precum and spittle stream down your chin as you continue to please him.

"You're such a bad girl, little dove. You're too good at sucking my cock, gonna make me want you over and over again."

That's the plan.

With a gentle whine, you let him into the recesses of your throat. His head falls back to the bed, his hips gyrating and thrusting on their own.

"Little pregnant slut, begging to be full of me when she's got my kid inside her. That what you want? You want to be my pregnant slut?"

You moan loudly against his cock as he begins to precum once more.

Tugging his hand off of your breast, you pull it to your parted thighs.

He curses loudly, feeling how much of your arousal is soaking his fingers. He begins to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, feeling it throb beneath the pads of his fingers.

"You're gonna kill me." he threatens through gritted teeth.

Rocking your hips in time with his fingers, you practically lose yourself when his cock begins to throb for release in your throat.

"Squeeze my thigh when you're about to cum." he warns you and you moan in reply.

Everything about this is so perfect and so yours.

You forget everything going on besides just the two of you in this bed.

It's like it's meant to be.

"Messy little thing," he praises, letting your hair go to wipe your chin.

Sitting up on one elbow, he watches you in your entranced pleasure.

He can feel himself coming to an end but he edges himself, pushing away his orgasm until you do.

With a loud whine, you squeeze his thigh harshly begging to cum for him.

"Uh uh. You wait until Daddy says you can cum."

You mewl sadly around his cock, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Countdown from ten and then cum." he instructs.

Doing as told you count slowly, breathing shallowly through your nose as he continues to fuck up into your mouth.

Reaching ten, you squeeze his thigh again.

"Good girl. Cum."

On his command you cum around his cock. Moaning and undulating as you see stars.

He curses loudly, feeling the vibrations in your throat around his pulsing cock.

"Swallow." he groans out, falling back onto the bed as his thrusts become sloppy.

With a few more thrusts, streams of his cum meet the back of your throat.

You swallow diligently, adoring the taste of him with a whine.

He groans breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut as he becomes boneless on the bed.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he asks, putting his hand over his heart.

Swallowing all of him, you let your mouth hang open. He grips at your chin, pulling your face down to his eye level.

"Good," he replies in a whisper.

He sighs loudly, running his hands through his hair.

What just fucking happened?

How did that just turn into some of the best foreplay he's ever had?!

"That was a one off?" you quip, sitting back against the headboard.

He rolls his eyes, sitting up at the end of the bed.

"That was a one off?" he retorts with a whiny voice, grabbing his briefs.

Your mouth falls open as he stands up off the bed.

"You're mocking me!?" you gasp loudly.

"Shut up." he mumbles with a chuckle, bending down to kiss you softly.

His eyes widen at how normal that is before he's pulling away quickly.

"This was a bad idea!" he says quickly, grabbing his pants.

You watch how nervous he is and it makes you sad. He doesn't even know what normal is.

"Was it a bad idea? Or are you just scared?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He picks up his shirt, looking at the broken buttons.

"This shirt was from Italy! I had it hand stitched by a ninety eight year old woman living in Florence!" he yells, shaking the shirt in the air.

"Well buy a new one, you love buying stuff." you suggest.

"She could be dead before I get my next order in!" he replies, shaking his fist quicker.

"Are you ignoring my question because you're embarrassed?" you ask, tilting your head.

He grunts angrily, busying himself with untying the knots.

"Miss Therapist, keep your questions to yourself!" he cries out, giving up on the knot untying.

He paces back and forth, his hands in his hair.

"You could kiss me again, that might be an idea." you suggest.

He grits his teeth, his mind running a mile a minute.

This was just a bad idea all together. He should have NEVER given in! He should have just ignored it like he always does. He's still falling, maybe even faster now.

Fuck!

You can see his eyes flickering back and forth nervously.

"Okay!" you cry out, clapping your hands.

Jumping off of the bed, you step into his path. He stares into your eyes as you look up at him.

Grabbing your wrist, he struggles against you slightly. You tuts your tongue, placing his hand on your stomach.

He looks up at the ceiling, pieces of black hair falling into his eyes.

"It's not wrong that we did what we did. If anything it was nice. Don't let your guilt eat at you," you tell him.

He sighs loudly.

"I just don't… know how to feel. You know how I get by now…" he replies softly.

"I do know. And, that's why I'm telling you it's okay," you promise.

He closes his eyes for a mere second. Looking back down at you, his eyes open.

His gaze fixes to his hand on your stomach. Then to your swollen breasts which are now covered in small marks made by him.

"We're being truthful with one another still?" he asks.

"Always," you reply earnestly.

He takes a moment, pulling you over to the bed.

"This just feels right, it feels too good… I've never felt this or had this before. And, when I thought I was getting it, well… look at that catastrophe." his voice falls flat, looking down at the marble floor.

"You still have to learn what happiness is, Yoongi. You don't have to be afraid to feel something new. And, if you do then you can tell me all about it. I'm just across the hall." you whisper, nudging your shoulder against his.

Warmth is the first thing he feels after he hears your words.

"This wasn't a one off, was it?" he mutters, earning a laugh from you.

"Doesn't have to be." you reply as he puts his shirt on.

"What if I get the urge to kiss you?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

"Then just do it. You have my permission," you say simply.

He smiles to himself gently, his eyes drifting over your naked body.

"Well, that sounds okay then." he says softly.

With a hum, you kiss his cheek.

"What if I want to kiss all the time?" he asks, pulling your clothes away from your hands.

"Well, maybe not all the time," you jeer, laying back on the bed.

"But you said I have to learn happiness, and maybe kissing makes me happy."

You giggle at his sweetness. "I think you're going crazy."

"Me too." he whispers, bowing his head down to kiss you.

As you continue to kiss slowly, your stomach rumbles hungrily.

"Someone's hungry." Yoongi mumbles against your lips.

Smirking against his lips, you feel your clothes return to your lap.

"Can I have my underwear?" you ask, putting your bra on.

"No. They're mine." he replies, helping you put on your pants.

"What, are you making a Y/N pantie collection?" you quip, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your shirt.

Yoongi takes in this moment, feeling how compassionate and fun you are. How absolutely radiating with beauty you are.

"If you're a good girl, maybe." he jeers back, helping you stand up.

Snorting gently, you roll your eyes.

"Can't believed you ripped my fucking shirt, like a pregnant wild animal." he mumbles, motioning his arm for you to walk first.

Laughing together, you open the room door.

Standing before you is Maya, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow quipped up to the sky.

"Jesus!" you both yell at the sight of her.

With a small smirk, she simply shrugs.

"Madam. Sir." she says, happiness enrapturing her voice as she takes off down the hall to his office with a feather duster in hand.

Yoongi snorts loudly, tugging his shirt closed.

If this is what happiness is, he might just be okay with delving into it.

"Let's go get you some food, little dove."

Next Chapter ----->

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vogueinnie · 3 years

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skz fave positions 🥵🥵

i feel like bangchan would loves to fuck you in big spoon. he loves to be skin on skin with you, to kiss you everywhere, to feel you tremble between his arms, and he can easily touch your soft spots while thrusting inside you. bonus point : you can ear his voice and feel his hot breath in your ear « I know you like that babe... am I wrong ? ».

for minho and seungmin i’m pretty sure they like to fuck you from behind. they love to see you so submissive for them, back arching and gripping the sheets cause it feels so good. every thrusts and whispers make you weaker in their hands, and they’re totally here to remember who you belong to. seungmin is a sadist so he’ll probably go with « you want it that bad ? work for it. » bonus point : they can spank you and pull your hair as much as they want.

changbin definitively wants you to ride him. he can see your whole body, face and leads as we want. i’m conviced his a boobs lover so seing you bouncing like that to reach your high... « fuck you’re so pretty, aren’t you ? » and he just kisses your boobies. bonus point : you can see his muscular body and god. yeah.

hyunjin, unlike changbin, is an ass lover. he wants you to ride him from behind so he can see that pretty ass of yours. he would let you do all the work cause he enjoys seeing you so desperate and whiny on top of him « c’mon babe... I know you can do better. » bonus point : he can spanks you. and when he do, he really do.

jisung and felix likes to keep it simple (even if they’re 100% ok to be spicy!!) missionnary is the key. they loveeeee to kiss you and caress your blushed cheeks, they can go slowly to tease you or faster if they want to see those cheeks ruined with tears. depends on their moods. bonus point : you can see their pretty faces when they cum and well. you probably cum more than once at the view.

and for jeongin... lmao this boy is experimental as fuck. he wants to try everything even if sometimes it’s a lil bit... « but innie, i CAN’T put my legs on your shoulder if I’m on top of you ! » he just pouts. he’s down to try everything but i’m pretty sure your best make out sessions were on missionnary. just like jisung and felix he’s so intimate during sex, he would kiss you everywhere. bonus point : he’s so goofy, sex is never boring with him.

#thanks for asking!! 🤭#anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #felix smut #jisung smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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ri-ahhh · 3 years

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Can we have some sexy time with gray that stars out rough but ends up soft and cute🥺

I’m gonna make it a continuation of this concept bc low key it’s one of my faves and yk.. why not.

Also I was gonna try to finish this on my laptop so I could put the keep reading break so I don’t clog ppls dashes but tumblr never fucking works on there and I couldn’t do it :/ sorry

A/N: hi hello just finished writing this and it turned out to be garbage but I wanted to post something for the ppl asking. If you are one of those ppl I’m sorry for this haha truly it was just the best I could do for now.

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For the first half of the ride home, Grayson’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. You can feel the tension still brewing in him in the way his calloused fingers grip the soft, bare skin; in the heavy sighs he releases every few minutes and the sudden revs of the engine as he speeds down the highway.

His lingering frustrations at the situation that happened in the mall make you smile softly, and you interlace your fingers with the ones stroking your thigh. Eyes big and sympathetic, you bring the back of his hand to your lips. “Baby, relax,” your murmur against his skin quietly. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Grayson shakes his head and glances at you as he pulls your joined hands into his lap. “I fuckin hate guys like that. Can’t believe he put his hands on you.”

“He touched you?” Ethan piped up from the backseat, voice incredulous. “Oh, fuck that. If that has been K...”

The short remainder of the car ride was filled with the twins loud, enthusiastic rants about douchebag chauvinistic men who have no respect for women. It warms your heart, makes your chest fill with pride at the thought of how good your man really is. You squeeze his hand and stroke his arm gently, dragging your nails up and down the veins popping out from the stress and anger he’s both somehow releasing, but also still carrying.

The three of you make it home, and Ethan is immediately hopping out of the car with his shopping bags, eager to see his girlfriend and show her what he had bought her while she had been out with friends. Grayson’s jaw is clenched as the two of you follow his brother inside, and you make your way immediately to his room; you think you know exactly what he needs to get rid of that last bit of well-intended machismo energy he’s got in him.

Sure enough, Grayson shuts the door behind him with a little more force than he really intended, tosses all the shopping bags he had carried in for you to the ground, and wraps those strong arms around your waist in all of two seconds of the door being locked. You giggle and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands gently to bring your lips together.

He walks the two of you to his bed and lays you down as gently as he can while you’re still clinging to him, mouths never separating as he captures your lips over and over again in hot, relentless kisses. When your back hits the mattress, you moan softly and hitch your leg higher up his side, his hand sliding to your ass and grabbing a handful of it through your shorts.

“I need you,” he says gruffly between kisses, panting heavily. He squeezes your cheek again, and uses his grip to haul your hips closer to his while simultaneously lowering some of his weight onto you. You can feel the hard ridge of him against your center, and it makes you gasp. “Can I, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” you agree easily, almost as desperate for Grayson now as he is for you. He’s sexy and kind and good and you love him, and you imagine the scenario of some girl running her hands on those thick arms you love so much, or the swell of his abs over his shirt, and you realize the healthy possessiveness very much runs both ways. Your blood runs hot, and you slip your hands under his shirt to feel the rippling planes of his back. “Want you so bad.”

He growls, deep and primal, and you bite your lip as he sits up and whips his shirt over his head by the collar. It gets tossed blindly to the corner of his room, and you’re instantly reaching out to run your hands over all those muscles covered by soft, tan skin.

Grayson sighs and lets you indulge for a few moments, his lips quirking up at the corners for a quick second and ruining that sexy scowl as he watches you admire him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. His big, warm hands cup your hips, and he shuffles down some as he slides your oversized shirt up so your stomach becomes exposed for him — supple skin that’s just begging to be kissed.

So he does. His lips are soft and a little wet from the kisses you had shared just a minute ago, but they’re hot and insistent as he makes his way up your torso. Goosebumps flare in their wake, and you shudder beneath his smirk. Grayson pushes your shirt up further, just beneath your bra now, fingers shifting grips from the dips of your waist to the ridges of your rib cage now.

You don’t need words to know what he wants, so you lift your arms overhead the second he bunches the shirt up past your tits. His tongue drags over your sternum once it’s thrown across the room, then he’s swiping it over the buds of your nipples peaking through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Your back arches up into him with a gasp, fingers delving into his thick hair as he grunts and tugs the cups of your bra aside to free your tits for him. Your nipples tighten even more, damp from his tongue and now completely exposed to the cool air of his room — not to mention, the way he’s looking at you right now has every nerve ending in your body excited.

His pretty hazel irises, usually so soft and comforting, are consumed now by the dark of his pupils, despite the warm sunlight shining through the window. Those smoldering eyes stay locked on yours as he ducks his head to suck your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his hand kneading your other breast roughly.

“Love your tits,” he huffs against you after a minute of making you writhe beneath him. His tongue trails to the center of your chest, and he nuzzles your cleavage, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. His stubble scratches against the plush, delicate flesh there, but it’s a mere second before he’s switching breasts to give each the opposite treatment.

You lose his eyes when he shuts them to really absorbe the touch and taste of you, but you don’t mind when he smells so good and feels so familiar and uses those lips and tongue and fingers so fucking good. You whimper and clutch him even closer to you than he already is, perfectly content to have him suck at your tits for as long as he pleases. The feel of him big and heavy and warm on top of you is as relaxing as it is arousing, being so consumed by the sensations of him up top while his erection fits snugly against your pussy.

“Grayson,” you whisper desperately. He looks up at you, and you’re taken by the softness behind the desire in his gaze. He follows the tug on his hair you give to drag him up for a kiss, and you both sigh happily into one another’s mouths when they reconnect. It goes without saying that you could kiss this man forever.

You tighten your legs around his waist and and urge him to rock his hips into yours. Grayson obliges readily, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as he starts grinding into you. His hand returns to your ass, holding you against him for the perfect leverage while he sucks on your tongue and tries to find the right angle to put just the right pressure on your clit.

It’s like any moment of softness and slowness gives him time to remember what got the two of you here this afternoon in the first place, and the ravenous energy from before picks right back up. You’re definitely not complaining by the ebb and flow of everything; it only heightens your own desperation for him, to know he cares so much and wants you to the point of making you cum just from some heavy dry humping.

As if he can read your mind (or maybe you his), Grayson pulls away from the kiss and drags his free hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist, and punches your nipple on his way to grip your cheeks gently but firmly in those strong, calloused fingers. He makes sure you’re looking him dead in the eye again when he tells you in a deep, rumbly voice, “Wanna make you cum in these fucking shorts. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nod as best you can in his grasp, shifting your head enough to slip his pointer finger into your mouth. You watch him watch you suck it, his hips pressing harder into yours as the pleasure and overall arousal turns up for both of you. His cheeks are flushed and his chain dangles between you, glinting in the sun and reflecting bright spots on the tan skin of his pecs.

A moan escapes you, vibrating around his finger before you add the middle one for a few moments, too. You let him push them down your tongue until the tips touch the back of your throat, and you pull them out with a slight gag and a seductive smile.

“Make me cum,” you murmur hotly, guiding his hand between your bodies and slipping it past your waistband — leaving the shorts with that little logo on the leg on, just as he requested. “I’m so close already, Gray. Please.”

Grayson moans himself and shifts his weight so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you with a hand planted next to your pillow. He touches your pussy for the first time this whole afternoon just as you arch your back to reach beneath you and unhook your bra.

You fling the useless garment across the room and grab immediately onto his forearm by your head, the other clutching the sheets in attempts to ground yourself from the sudden surge in pleasure emanating from your clit. Grayson circles it a couple of times before sliding one, then two, fingers to the hilt.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans. You can only nod and moan, then cry out his name when he curls his fingers just right and finds your spot, like he knew right where to look and wanted to waste no time getting to it. He latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point while he builds that wave inside you. His fingers don’t pump in and out, but stay hooked on that spot that’s making you moan and whine, using his wrist to vary the pressure on it until you’re absolutely losing it, exploding on his hand with broken whimpers of his name.

You’re still high in the sky when he sucks his fingers in his mouth with an appreciative moan and tugs off your shorts finally, then his own, before crawling back on top of you. Naked together and still riding the lingering aftermath of that orgasm, you hum contentedly and accept the hot, desperate kiss he pulls you into.

“Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching between you to rub the tip of his dick up and down your soaking wet folds. Even though you’re still sensitive and satisfied, almost nothing can bring you back to a stare of pure arousal like when he teases your hole like that — so close but not enough. It awakens this primal, incessant feeling of absolutely needing to be filled up, and you can’t wait anymore.

You thread your fingers through the back of his hair and arch your hips to encourage him to slip inside, which he finally does with a guttural groan.

“Fuckin give it to me, Gray,” you say once he has a steady rhythm built up. It’s not enough for either of you today, though, and you both know it. You need closer, hotter, harder, more.

Grayson looks wild, his hair sticking up in all directions from your wandering hands, eyes dark but bright, a thin sheen of sweat illuminating ever ridge and valley of muscles on his torso. He doesn’t give you much more time to look, however, as he hooks your knees over his elbows and leans down over your body.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he tucks his face against your own as he starts pounding, his balls slapping against you ass with every hard thrust. The angle is catching you just right and the sharp, pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into your collarbone only brings everything to a new level. His quiet but audible grunts and moans float right to your ear, the best sounds in the world as he delivers exactly what you asked for.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into the sinews of his back. Grayson keeps driving into you with renewed purpose, absolutely set on getting you there again with nothing more than his cock.

“Yes, baby, please,” he begs, groaning loudly when he feels you start to clamp down on him. “That’s it... all over my dick... pussy feels so goddamn good.”

You should be sleepy and beyond satisfied at this point, but his heated words make you want to absolutely ravage him. With that, there’s the glow only a couple of amazing orgasms from the man you love can make you feel that fills your chest. So when you’re able to voluntarily move your limbs again, you push back on his chest so he has to stop sucking sweet little kisses into the collumn of your neck. He looks at you a little confused, but you just smile gently and keep putting pressure against him until he ends up on his back.

You settle between his tattooed legs and admire the way his dick lies flat against that solid tummy of his, glistening with your juices. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you take him in your hand to guide his throbbing length between your kiss-swollen lips.

You suck your cum off his skin, humming in satisfaction while you watch him lay back with one hand behind his head and the other petting your hair gently.

“Love your dick,” you say before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth. “Only want yours, baby. Just made me cum so hard...” you trail off with a wanton moan, then get to work sucking him off for real. His eyes fall shut and his fingers work deeper into the loose strands of your hair for a firmer grip. You roll his balls in your palm, pulling out all the tricks you know he loves to get him there as well as he did for you. “Mine.”

He guides you deeper with the hand on your head, never pushing more than he know you’re willing to take; he loves the tangible feeling of that sweet mouth sucking him off, taking him as far down your throat as you can. You make it sloppy for him, letting all the drool and saliva coat his shaft until it’s dripping down his balls. You lift off him with a gasp and massage the slick into his skin before ducking down and sucking them one at a time into your mouth for a tongue bath while you jerk his dick off above you.

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the short heaves of his chest when you follow the pressure he pulls on your hair in silent request to get you to suck him again. All signs point to him being about to bust, but you want more than his cum in your mouth.

You hurry to mount him, smiling when you catch his look of surprise. He moans as you sink down on him, and you pick up his hands to interlace your fingers for intimacy and leverage.

“Cum inside me,” you tell him, bouncing on him so your tits jiggle for him.

Grayson watches as long as he can, holding out until his eyes roll back and his fingers dig into the backs of your hands as he fills you up with deep, drawn-out moans. You grin in satisfaction, happily obliging him when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down so your chests are flush together.

You hum as he comes down and pepper kisses across his jaw, his nose, his closed eyes. Any bit of that handsome face you love so much that you can reach with your lips gets a sweet peck. Grayson sighs and lets you keep going until he’s gripping your hips and lifting you off his softening cock.

“Sorry if I got too caveman,” he mumbles tiredly after a few moments. “I just love you.”

You shake your head and bury your grin into his neck. “No need to apologize. Actually, I can’t wait to go back to that store with you. I still want those leggings.”

“Fuck off.”

#this is def one of the worst things ive written in a while #pls feel free to ignore it #i might try to rewrite eventually i just didnt think i could do #better than this at this point #ugh sorry #dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb

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