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Music to my ears - kinktober - day 15

Reluctant sub!Namjoon X reader

Blowjob, unprotected sex, despite the reluctance complete consent!

Joon had spent the entire day trying to get his new song right by the time he called you in for reinforcement. Others may have given up on it but not Namjoon. The lyrics to this one had flowed out of him, unfortunately the melody wasn’t coming so willingly. The backing track was missing something that would provide the depth it needed to make it on his next mixtape. You immediately knew what would fit; convincing your boyfriend to go along with it would definitely be a challenge though. Unsure as to whether he’d agree with your plan, you try anyway. You lean in close, lips brushing his earlobe.

“You know I think it would provide some real depth if you mixed some moaning into the background” his eyebrows creased in confusion as he tried to catch your drift. Instead of explaining yourself further, you opted for a demonstration. You take an unimportant wire from the sound desk and tie it around his wrist, pulling it behind the chair and reaching to secure his other arm. Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

“Y/N I’m not sure this is the best idea…” He reasons wiggling at the restraints. The idol has problems losing control at the best of times. The thought of not only letting you take control but also record him while it happened left him apprehensive at best. You lean around from the back of his chair pressing your lips firmly onto his.

“If you don’t like it baby, we can always delete the recording… it’s not going to hurt you to relax just a little.” He sighs and you see his resolve weaken. You take this as submission and move to kneel in front of him. He does his best to relax back into the chair and you turn to press record. Despite the initial reluctance, he is already at half-mast when you release him from his sweats. You run your hands teasingly back and forth along his thighs (More for your benefit than his honestly). The closer you got to his crotch the more Namjoon squirmed. As much as he liked to protest being in submissive positions, he loved it once he was there.

His face scrunched up in anticipation. It almost made you not want to touch him, he just looked so cute, but you knew he’d be much cuter with long breathy moans falling from his lips. You cease your teasing and wrap your mouth around his now throbbing red tip. Little whimpers fall from his lips as you lick along his weeping slit. Joon wriggles against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to shove your head down his cock. You giggle at the attempt and the vibrations only bring him more torment. You give his head a large portion of your attention before moving your hand to play with his balls. The new stimulation brings a new wave of lusty groans from somewhere deep within your boyfriend. You can’t help the smile that plays on your lips after getting exactly what you wanted.

Despite the success, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your cruelty, electing to trace a particularly thick vein with your tongue. The action made him convulse in his chair, for a moment you thought he was going to come from just that. His eyes were still squeezed shut but the focus was obvious on his face. He was trying so hard not to cum too early. You pull away completely and he whines at the lack of contact.

“Don’t open your eyes” you warn before slipping out of your own underwear. Carefully, you lower yourself into his lap and he practically cries from the new sensation. You secure your arms around his neck for leverage and start to bounce slowly, dragging out each movement. “Show me how I make you feel baby, moan for me” you whisper into his ear. He lets out a low growl in response, thrusting up into you. You move yourself just out of his reach and warn him against trying again. “I’m in control now Joonie, be a good boy”

You return to your previous ministrations, this time faster and harder. His groans get louder and louder until you are sure they will sound overbearing on the recording.

“Cum for me Joonie” you nip at his neck, and he comes undone releasing inside you. Once he is finished you climb off his lap and undo the makeshift restraint. Immediately his hand is reaching for your vagina, pushing the dripping cum back inside.

“This stays inside until we get home… or you are in big trouble Y/N” he growls, you nod cross your legs and sit back on his lap. He stops the recording and plays it back. It’s almost as hot to listen to the second time around. After scrolling through he finds the perfect section to add to the song.

Kinktober

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Another gem!

Timeless Masterlist

Author: vyduan Pairing: Kim Seokjin| Reader, Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, slow burn, canon compliant, smut Word Count: 22.7k Rating: Explicit, 18+ Warnings: Swearing, misogynistic language, light descriptions of oral sex (f to m) and thigh riding, light descriptions of Christian trauma, additional tags as the story progresses

Notes: Listen. I am not normally this indulgent, I swear. But after the last chapter of Indomitable, a reader wondered what would have happened if Y/N met BTS first – before Johnny ever had a chance to break her heart. And now, here we are. An AU to an AU. The timeline is the same as all other Her series AUs up until she gets scouted in a Taipei club. Instead of calling the scout back, Y/N goes back to school and finishes out college. 

As with all the others, this story is self-contained (though it may be illuminating to read the others for fun) and does not require any previous knowledge of this universe. 

Summary: Bored and burnt out, Taiwanese/Taiwanese American pop star Y/N visits Seoul to meet with top producers to revamp her image and sound. Little did she expect to run into SUGA of BTS, the man who had humiliated and broken her naïve little heart years ago. She takes comfort in Jin, the idol who had kept in touch with her all this time (and perhaps, carries a torch for her).

Timeless Masterlist [IN PROGRESS]: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | AO3

“Her” Series Masterlist For more of my fics, here is my Masterlist.

Ryen I cried at this tweet plz

NOOOO IM DEVASTED.. @reliablemitten GET OVER HERE

Vermilion - Jeon Jungkook Part 1

The fate of the band rests of the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame?

Warning’s - cuss words, Jungkook is an asshole. E2L

Bts , Ateez , NCT , request open!

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You know how in cartoons when people are so angry that steam blows from their ears and their faces are almost too red to make out any features? That all seemed so silly before, but now it's all falling into place. The look on your manager’s face was an absolute picture copy from the cartoons, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was so heavy it echoed off the walls, and truth be told it actually seemed like steam was rising off his body like it was asphalt. You thought his metal desk was about to fall apart at the hinges from the sheer force of his fist. Men don’t normally intimidate you, but right now he has enough anger in him to snap a person's neck within a split second.

“Any of you want to explain to me why these numbers are suddenly so low? Hmm?” The papers were flung down on the table, the thick stack made the metal ring through the room. All eyes were glued to that stack, but they would occasionally shift towards the manger and right back to the crisp white sheets. His eyebrow was cocked as he stared each and everyone of you down. “No one wants to fess up, take responsibility for this? Well okay then, I’ll sum it up for you, y/n and Jungkook, before I proceed. Is there anything you want to share with the class?”

Before you could even let a mere word pass through your lips, you were completely cut off by an agitating little voice. “Well, maybe you should just ask our lead singer, those voice cracks on stage probably are knocking our sales down. No one wants their eardrums to bleed.” Your arms gripped the arms of the chair as you turned to face him. His stupid cocky grin plastered on his face. This bastard thinks he has the right to speak on your voice, what about him? His stupid drum solos probably cause everyone within a hundred mile radius to go deaf. That stupid eyebrow piercing probably blinds everyone in the front row.

“Voice cracks, really? Is that the best you can come up with! What about you being late to practice, hell you’re even late to the performances half the time!” He simply rolled his eyes at your rant as he scratched his upper lip. His body language gave away that the comment struck him. He could say anything, because you were right. The only thing about him was that he is a cocky asshole who has no respect for other people's time. Right now the only thing on his mind was whoever legs he was gonna be between tonight.

“Guys, do you seriously not see the problem! You two bickering like kids is the problem!” Namjoon scoffed as he slammed his body against the back of the chair. His hands are trying to rub soothing circles on his temple. A soft sigh passed through his lips as he tried to form more words to help you two understand this situation, but god he couldn’t come up with anything! He’s tired of sugar coating everything he ever says, but in doing so it’s made this stupid rival go on longer than it should have.

“You guys aren’t that fucking stupid are you?” This time it was Yoongi speaking, his calm demeanor was a drastic difference from the sentence that came through his lips. Yoongi was definitely a keep to himself kind of person, he truly did love you all so much, but god this was becoming infuriating. This group was his life, the good money he’s made has been paying off his college debts and even though he loves you he can’t afford to lose this, he can’t afford to lose you all. “Don’t look at me like I have three heads or some shit, you both know what we’re talking about.”

“I don’t get it, guys, I really haven’t done anything wrong.” Before you could even blink your hand was lifted in the air and soon made contact with a full head of hair. Jungkook’s head went flying forward as he slowly turned his head towards you. From a few inches away you could see his stupid lip curving up every so slightly. “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

“Enough! That’s enough! I’m so sick and tired of you two putting this group and my business at jeopardy! Are you two really that selfish?” His question hung in the air heavily as he eyed the two of you. If his eyebrow stayed cocked any longer you were almost certain it was gonna freeze like that. Mr.Young pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. “I’ve received multiple complaints that this feud you two have is plummeting this groups sales.”

“Wait hold up! Just the other day you said our numbers were higher than ever!” You exclaimed as you leaned forward in your chair. The feeling of the denim smoothing your palms was doing nothing to soon the surge of dread that was filling your body. What did he mean you were the cause of sales going down, he can’t truly mean that.

“I said some of your solo projects were high than ever, but since we’re airing everything out. I was talking about Kim Namjoons, and Min Yoongi’s solo projects.” Mr. Young confessed as he saw both yours and Jungkook's eyes widened drastically. Not missing how the other two band mates also had eyes the size of saucers. “Now you guys are practically my family, but right now I’m having to consider other possible solutions to this problem.”

“What kind of solutions are we talking about?” Namjoon inquired as he scooted his body towards the edge of the chair. All eyes were now on Mr.Young as he stayed silent. You could hear the ticking of the nearby clock. All the blood in your body was starting to run cold, and you could feel all the color draining from your face as the seconds tick on. Namjoon cleared his throat before he spoke again, “What kind of solutions?”

“I’ve had multiple investors come to me about Namjoon and Yoongi, so one of the solutions would be for Vermillion to break up.”

“Hold up, do we even get a say in this! Maybe Namjoon and I don’t even want to go solo!” Yoongi popped up as he leaned forward in his chair. Both hands are now gripping the back of yours and Jungkook. His knuckles turning white from the firm hold he has on the cushion. “We’ve been a band for three damn years, I’m not ready to throw it all away.”

“I said solutions, meaning plural, before I cause you all to jump me, here's the other side. Y/n, Jungkook, you know this band has a tour coming up in three months, correct?” You could see from the corner of your eye Jungkook was the only one quite literally not on the edge of his seat. In fact you could see a small light beside his thigh, at the worst possible moment he picked to be on his fucking cell phone. “I guess I’m speaking to three instead of four, but this tour will take everything we’ve got, are you two prepared to act like more of an adult?”

“Act like more of an adult? What the hell does that supposed mean? I’ve only given constructive criticism and if you want my honest opinion Y/n really don't need to be in the band.” You truly could’ve killed him at that moment. His cockiness started getting to his head the moment the band took off. But before you couod even defend yourself he spoke again. “I mean what does she truly bring to the table? Namjoon plays killer bass, yoongi raps and writes our songs. I choreographed almost all of our dances, and what does she do? Sing in a flat tone?”

“See that’s what I’m talking about, you two are always at each other's throats and it’s tiring, so if you all don’t want this to go away. You two are gonna need to figure out how to at least act like you can stand to be within ten feet of each other!” Mr.Young exclaimed as he circled his desk, before he placed himself upon it. “Three months, and I’ve already scheduled interviews, meet and greets and so much more. If I don’t see improvement then we all will go our separate ways.”

With that Mr.Young grabbed his briefcase and made a brisk exit for the door. He sighed heavily before turning his body back to his group. “You all have an interview tomorrow, please I’m begging you just get it sorted out.” And with that his presence was soon on the other side of the door. Out of sight and seemingly out of mind.

Namjoon cleared his throat to speak, but before he could Jungkook haisley stood up. The wooden legs screeching against the marble of the floor. The sound makes your head wince. His heavy boots slapped against the floor as he made a b-line for the door. “Before you all bust my chops about how we’re all supposed to have a heart to heart right now. I can’t, but you all can just text me the meeting place tomorrow.”

“What an asshole!” Yoongi huffed as he slumped back in his chair. He looks as defeated as Mr.Young did before he finally left the room. The silence in the room was eerie, it was not like you all to be quiet. If anything you’re all normally chatting up a storm so loud the people next door could hear. But now the only thing being heard was the conversions people were having outside the door. “I don’t know what his problem is, but y/n you know you’re not useless to the band.”

“You’ve come up with countless merchandise ideas, you’ve written multiple songs with us, hell without that pretty little head of yours we would’ve never even gotten the connections to form the band.” Namjoon spoke so highly of you, yet none of it seemed real. Jungkook’s voice was echoing in your mind over and over again. Maybe you weren’t meant to be in the band, maybe the sidelines of production is where you were meant to fall. “Plus I don’t know what he’s talking about with flat notes, I’ve seen you mess up once, and that was back when the bad first started.”

“You really are an amazing asset to this team, and I’m not just saying that to bullshit around, y/n. But now I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that you don’t add fuel to the fire when he acts like that, because sometimes you do.”

“I know I do, but god it’s so hard having to take hit after hit from him everyday! Maybe you two should —“ before the sentence could even leave your mouth both men were shushing you. Their protest sent a warm chill down your spine as you stared at them. Their comforting eyes were almost enough to set you at ease. But before any of them could speak, a simultaneous ding rang in your ears.

“He booked us a hotel, he said the interviews were a few cities away.” Namjoon sighed as he stood up and straightened out his pants. “And it looks like we’ve got roommates.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You exclaimed as you read the message on your phone. The vein in your forgead felt like it was about to burst. You didn’t want to be kept in a room for days with him of all people. You two could have easily just played it cool in front of the cameras, there was no need to punish you by making this a roommate ordeal. The three of your sighed loudly as you all walked to the door.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad, y/n. Besides if anything gets too out of hand we’re only a few rooms down.” Namjoon smiled as he opened the door to let you two out first.

“You say that and watched I’ll wake up with one of his knifes in my stomach.” You fakily laughed as you seareched your pocket for your car keys.

“He’s stupid I know, but that idiot is not dumb enough to commit murder.” Yoongi tried his best to comfort you, but things like that were never really good for him. He didn’t know how to give comfort or receive it, really.

“Well, let’s hope not.” With that you pressed the elevator button and it started to descend. He wouldn't really hurt you, would he? Questions like that raced in your mind as you stood there staring at the glass walls of the elevator. This feels like it was going to be your worst nightmare come true.

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This was truly something out of a book. The two rivals have to bunk up and room together. This was absolutely ridiculous.

I know the roommate's situations aren’t ideal but you two need to spend some time together and try to at least appear happy. And please for the sake of the band act civil and that means no screaming matches tonight.

You sighed as you read the text messages over and over again. The thought of being in a room alone with him only made you more scared. The goosebumps scattering across your skin right now served to show how tore up this whole situation has gotten you. The door slamming shut brought you out your haze, it at least could’ve been a good thing that walked through the door. But your luck was never that good.

“Don’t speak, I’m gonna shower and then go to sleep.”

You didn’t protest, you only held your hands up in a way of saying, okay. The last thing you wanted to do was speak to him, or even anyone for that matter of fact. He ignored you completely and flung his duffel bag in the bed, shoveling through the contents of the bag. Things were getting through so hastily that the only thing you could do was sit back down in the bed and face the window. You saw his silhouette through the window panes, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. With a quick lock of the door you knew it was safe to turn around.

The mess on his bed was enough to make you gag. His clothes were thrown around and you could only guess those pairs of purple panties were from his new hookups. The thought of him not even knowing her name disgusted you. Jungkook was truly a pig for better words, and you don’t even know how he made it into the band in the first place. But the one thing that caught your eye was the bright red leather that was halfway out of the bag. The leather material had a slight shine to it from the lamp nearby. The badass bad boy, Jeon Jungkook, had a diary? You knew it wasn’t right, and you knew that snooping never ended well.

But your mind raced with possibilities as to what was kept inside of that thing. Maybe in that thing was the missing piece you needed to understand why he hated you so much. And all you needed to do was flip the dianity pages really quickly and just fill yourself in. You raced yourself off the bed and it felt like entirely before you were face to face with his duffel bag. But before your hands could even grasp the material of the bag the bathroom door flung open.

You’ve been caught almost red handed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He questioned as he bolted towards his bag. Small water droplets placed themselves upon your skin as he shook his head. “Awe, are you upset there, not your panties?”

He doesn’t know you know. He doesn’t know that you saw the small red book peeking through the clothes. Maybe you’ll be in the clear if you play your cards right.

“God you’re so gross, I was trying to pick up the mess you made considering we’re gonna be here a few days.” You scoffed as you held back a gag from picking his underwear. A quick hand snachted it from yours as he threw it back into the bag. A small eye roll from him was enough to put your mood down once more. “Fine, leave your half of the room in a pigsty, but I’m going to bed.”

“Good, I was getting tired of looking at your face in the light anyways.” He gave the fakest smile he could before he turned his body away from you. You know you should but you stared at his toned back that was still shining with fresh droplets, and you hated to admit it, but god he was attractive.

But right now you didn’t even want to dignify that with a response, you simply slipped off your house shoes and climbed into bed. You turned towards the window and turned out your lamp, you breathed a small sigh before saying, “goodnight, Jungkook. And don’t forget we have to be up early in the morning before the interviews tomorrow.”

“Shut the hell up, y/n.” He scoffed slightly as you heard him rustling around in his bed. The creaking of the bed spring was starting to become annoying with every second that passed on. What the hell was he doing?

And with that last sentence spoken, the room went pitch black. But out of curiosity you peeled one eye open for a split second. Through the window you could see a small light appearing in front of Jungkook. Looks like he was writing a new entry in his little diary. And it might be the death of you, but you needed to know what he was writing about. Was he writing about his hookups, the guys, or even you? You could feel it in your gut that the book was going to something that could help the band altogether.

And you were determined to know all the secrets Jeon Jungkook has hidden within those pages

Master list

Kim Namjoon 

Between us - Ongoing

Namjoon x Reader. Idol AU

They say love is easy when it’s someone who you love with all your heart and soul.

But what if that someone is Kim Namjoon?

It sounds like a real-life fairy tale, right? But a relationship is not always a bed of

roses. Sometimes love is challenging, is it enough to keep them together? Let’s walk on a journey of finding love in a world of chaos.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Sorry, but I can’t choose between some of the options 😆 Can someone please write more of those tropes for the LOML Namjoon? Like, there are so very little new fics with Namjoon as the main character. 🙁

got bored and wanted to do a tag game :p this was super interesting! i feel like these go for what i tend to read and write as well, not just one or the other 🧐

tagging: @junkissed @neo-shitty @beomcoups @hannieween @jalitepng @dreamescapeswriting @agustdiv1ne @redsaurrce + anyone else who wants to do it :)

“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

Third type of soul mate: Soul Teacher

“Soul Teachers: Sometimes a soul mate might show up to teach you by challenging you to do something different from what they recommend, teaching you the value of thinking for yourself.”

Warning(s): Rac!sm, Some H8 Speech, SMUT, Hurt/Comfort, Real Historical Events...

((Please read at your own risk.))

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((PRESENT DAY))

“Eh…” Namjoon scrunches a nose as he lays back on your newly set up bed. You pause your folding of freshly clean clothes to stare at your boyfriend in shock.

“Baby. How many philosophical books have you read? And you’re telling me you’re iffy on reincarnation?!” You laugh in disbelief as he shrugs while sprawled out, just enjoying this Sunday morning.

“I mean… I have, but… I don’t know. It’s tricky. What does that entail exactly? We’re all stuck in an inescapable loop of death and birth?” He asks. “If it’s a yes then my follow up question is; why?” He wonders and you hum as you go back to folding while trying to think.

“Maybe… it’s like what Buddhist believe. You come back until you get it right.” You shrug. Your boyfriend sits up at that comment and rolls his shoulders a bit, and you almost break out into a smile, knowing that move all too well.

It was debate time.

“Yeah, but life isn’t a punishment. Shouldn’t be anyways.” He says.

“Then maybe reincarnation is the reward.” You say back.

“A reward? Without any prior knowledge of what life actually entails? With no memory of what it means to grow up or become successful or feel happiness or find love?” He asks. "To go through all the growing pains and awkwardness again and again?" He raises an eyebrow.

You hum at that as you take a minute to think. You loved debating with Namjoon because it was always a back and forth. Like a ping-pong tournament that usually ended with one cocky winner and a slightly sore loser.

“Then… maybe it’s a bit of both.” You say finally. “It’s a reward cause you get to go through life again, while also being a punishment cause you… well, go through life again…” You snort, and he hums softly as he watches you.

“That’s a cop out. Point me.” Namjoon states and you pause.

“What?! No! You can’t be serious!” You complain instantly as he laughs softly.

“Nope. I get the point. There is no real argument you've shown." He states and your roll your eyes playfully at that before huffing lightly.

"God. You're a headache. If reincarnation is a real thing, I can only hope you're not as competitive in that life as you are in this one." You tease as you lean over to cup his cheek and lightly brush your lips against his as he bashfully eyes you.

"I hope in every lifetime... It's you I debate with." He states quietly against your lips, and it makes you smirk as you slide the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip.

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1919: A large number of Korean nationalists come to America to study, and begun the Korean Independence Movement.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" The voice rings out through the girls' dormitory building, causing Namjoon to look over with a startled expression, his throat tightening just a bit.

“Hey. My friend asked you a question. What? You don’t speak English?” The other campus guard says as they walk closer.

Namjoon shifts on his own two feet, never one for confrontation. His parents had made it clear. He was here to study and keep his head down. That was all. But it was hard. And meeting Y/N has only made things harder.

“I… Got lost.” He finally says, deciding on that lie since he knew. He knew he shouldn’t be here. He knew he shouldn’t be sneaking around, and he knew with every inch of his brain that he should’ve never fallen for an American. Yet here he was, always listening to his heart.

“Yeah? What, you couldn’t see right?” The one guard says, pushing him. Namjoon stumbles only a bit, shoulders squaring as he braces himself.

“Probably a perv. Trying to peek at the girls here. Those aren’t yours, you fucking weirdo.” The other man laughs as Namjoon tries to move past them.

“Whoa! Did we tell you that you could leave, ch**k?” The student guard says, pushing Namjoon again. The nerdy young man trips but catches himself yet again, swallowing back the bile coming up his throat. He was here for a reason. First of his family to finish school and definitely the first ever to come to America for college, and he wasn’t going to let anything get him out of character.

The urge to fight back always hit him though. But where would that lead? Him looked at as the problem. Possibly even kicked out and sent back home. No. He had a right to be here. With that in mind, he does the only thing to do for him. Run.

“Hey! Get back here!” The other shouts as both chase him down out of the building…

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You go barreling down the ER hallway, running straight to the hospital room a nurse had been kind enough to appoint you to. After realizing Namjoon was late to your study date, you went running out looking for him, only to find him in a campus alleyway, beaten and bruised badly.

Everything was in slow motion at that moment and all you could do was rush to call 911 for help. You couldn’t hold him as you waited for help because a crowd had formed and you didn't want rumors to spread, but you also couldn't stand there and do nothing. You kept people at arm's length of his unconscious body until the amubulance arrived.

The paramedic made a comment about how you must be a 'smart broad' to be here in college, and you bit your tongue to keep your comments to yourself. He told you to run along and go 'read a book', but instead, you went running for the city bus to go visit Namjoon in the hospital.

You couldn't think of anything else other than making sure he was ok.

When you get to the room, you cover your mouth, seeing Namjoon laying in the bed like that. He had a busted lip and a bruised cheek and stitches on his forehead. Under the hospital lights, his injuries looked more dramatic, and maybe it was because they really were. It had never been this bad before now…

“Y/N?” He asks softly as he reaches a hand out to touch yours. You shakily grab his hand with both of yours, careful at this moment. You felt like you had to hold him tight to keep him from disappearing, but also hold him loose enough to not actually hurt him.

“Joonie. Who… Who did this?!” You finally ask, voice quiet and full of fear as he tries to pull you a bit closer towards him, but you’re stuck in place. This wasn’t right. You felt sick to your stomach.

How could anyone hurt this man?

“Telling… Telling won’t… change anything...” He whispers softly as he watches you closely. “It looks worse than it is…” He tries as he winces while sitting up.

“Who. Did. This?” You repeat, not wanting to hear his usual ‘I can handle this’ speech. He sighs as you make quick work of raising his bed to a sitting position, so he wasn’t putting too much strain on himself.

“I know we’ve agreed to only ever meet at the library on campus, but… I wanted to try and surprise you. Got caught by campus student security. They… They said I was trying to peek at girls…” He finally says quietly as you touch his unbruised cheek.

"I lost my scholarship due to indecent behavior. The school scout just came by to tell me as soon as I was conscious enough. It's over, Y/N... I'll have to go back to Korea..." He sighs quietly.

“Wha... What?" You breathe out as you feel your heart drop at that moment. "N-No. No. Namjoon.” You whisper in disbelief as you shake your head fast. “This… This isn’t… This isn’t right!” You snap finally. “I… I gotta… I-I gotta tell the police o-or the campus main office. Somebody! Someone’s gotta help us!” You say fast as your mind races with what to do next. He shakes his head with a soft wince.

“Y/N, that’ll… That'll only make things… Worse.” He tries quietly and you feel the anger consume you. You felt powerless and overwhelmed at the same time. You let go of his cheek to brush your fingers through your hair instead.

“Baby. Come here.” He tries as he pats the space next to him in the bed, and you want to laugh at the cruel irony.

He’s still trying to care for you!

“I hate this. I-I can’t… I can’t lose you! No! No, I…” You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you watch him.

“It’s not up to you…” He points out quietly and you glare at that. It's true, but it stings.

“Joonie…” You mutter in an upset matter. He frowns and weakly grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips, and giving your palm a soft kiss that you wish you could get tattooed on to your skin so it lasts centuries…

“Joonie. I… I could’ve lost you. That’s… That’s terrifying.” You finally whimper, sniffling to keep some composure. "Now you're telling me that I am going to lose you anyway? No!" You cry softly.

“Hey… Y/N...” He tries gently and you sniffle once more, shaking your head.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this! We shouldn't have to deal with this! I... I shouldn't have to be worried every day that some... That somebody might..." You can't stop the sob that escapes your throat as the tears fall freely. "I couldn't have you... And at this moment you're getting taken from me..." You whimper finally as you hold yourself.

"Why the hell am I the only one mad?!" You shout as the tears run down your face faster. Why must he always be passive?!

Namjoon frowns deeply at that and looks down, as if ashamed. "Please... Please let me hold you." He whispers finally, his shoulder too hurt to reach out for you himself.

You sniffle and slowly give in, moving to sit on the hospital bed with him. He winces slightly but ignores it as he focuses on holding you as close to him as possible. “We have this moment. I have another day here. Just think about that..." He whispers against your hair before nuzzling his nose against your scalp. You shut your eyes as you focus on his scent, nose pressed against his hard chest.

"We're only promised 24 hours. Like everyone else." He continues quietly.

"But that's not fair." You whisper back as you look up at him. "We aren't like everyone else." You try quietly.

"Then what do we deserve? Hm?" He asks as he rubs his hand up and down your back.

"Give me 25." You say quietly after thinking a bit. Your hand gently balls around his hospital gown. His dragon like eyes scan your face, gliding along your features gracefully.

"An hour just for us?" He smiles finally and you shake your head.

"Just for you." You whisper, making him blush ever so slightly. You two were masters of soft whispers. That and writing was your only love language...

"I'll try. But... Technically speaking-" You cut him off, leaning up to kiss him. Always one to debate. It's how you two had met actually.

A wrong answer spoke during a mid-fall lecture meeting, a quiet voice correcting it, an embarrassed blush creeping on to your cheeks at being shown up by this random exchange student. You had confronted him at the end of that class to tell him off for proving you wrong in front of the whole class, but it just led to you two realizing that there was more here than just academic rivalry.

The kiss starts off slow and tender, but just as quickly does it turn hot and passionate. You feel Namjoon's tongue lightly graze your bottom lip, and your heart flutters. You two haven't been alone in two weeks. God it felt good to have his lips on yours right now.

This is all you had.

Your 25th hour was starting now...

You pull back to catch your breath, stroking his jawline tenderly. "Baby...” You whisper in a soft warning tone.

“I... I need you...” Namjoon whispers back between soft pants. You blush hard at the phrase that he whispered to you only once before. Inbetween two large bookshelves in the campus library as you laid on the soft grey carpet, hidden away from the rest of the world...

He has the same look in his eyes as he did that night. A need. A need to prove to himself that this is real. That you are real. You always needed that assurance too.

“Here?” You whisper quietly as you can't help but look towards the door. No one was coming in here. Namjoon had no family or friends in the states, and the nurse had told you she just finished her rounds. Could you pull this off?

“Y/N... All I thought of when I was being attacked... Was how I’d never get to see you again." He admits quietly.

"Don't." You whisper as you place a hand on his chest just to feel his heartbeat. That's all you wanted right now. Feeling the heart monitors where your hand should be was the only piece of reality in this moment that things could've been worse.

"Y/N." He places his larger hand over yours. "I... I need to prove to myself that I actually survived. That I’m here. With you. Please...” He says softly. You give him another glance, just trying to read his eyes. Then you slowly nod. With no further word, you get on top of him, careful not to hurt him.

“Let’s... Go slow...” You whisper as you rest your forehead against his. he nods once before he relaxes back against the hospital bed, looking up at you in adortion while you reach under your long skirt to pull your underwear off. He smiles softly at the cotton black fabric with pink hearts on it.

"Not a word." You mutter playfully, knowing he'd just flatter himself. He smiles up at you before you lean down, kissing him deeply. He kisses back with a feverish need for your lips to stay against his until you're both desperate for air. You grant that desire by grabbing ahold of his face carefully in both hands.

Little by little, your hand travels down from his face to between you both, just exploring until finally it reaches under the hospital bedsheets and under his gown. He pulls back from your lips to let out a low shiver as you wrap your hand around his semi.

You look him in the eyes as you lightly trace your fingertips along his tip, making his mouth fall open, small pants coming from him as his eyes close in anticipation of this bliss. You pull your hand back to spit on it and then stroke his cock to hopefully make it slick enough.

"Y/N..." He pants in need as you kiss along his neck, his head going further back to give you more room to roam, his eyes still closed in peace. With his cock wet and hard enough, you sit up on your knees and position yourself on top of him.

"Joonie... Look at me." You pant. He does exactly as you say. And you slowly sink on to his thick member.

"Oh... Oh god..." He moans quietly as you slide further down. His reaction makes you wetter while also making you blush hard.

"I thought you didn't believe in him?" You tease quietly as you sit fully on his cock, making him groan.

"It's hard to question when this is bliss..." He whispers, grabbing your hips.

You open your mouth to speak again, but instead you moan ever so softly against his lips when he grinds up against me. “Baby...” You whisper against his lips.

“I love you...” He whispers as he looks up at you while you begin to bounce, hand on his chest to rub it affectionately.

“I love you...” You whisper back as you find a good pace for you both, walls squeezing along his cock as you move, making him grip your hips tighter, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. You hold his face in your hands as you make out while you ride him passionately and eagerly to feel one with him.

"Baby...” He moans the second he pulls back from this kiss, his head falling back against the hospital pillows. You moan a bit louder and bite down on your lip hard to stay quiet in this moment, but he looks so perfect in this moment. Hair a mess, face scrunched in pleasure. “Oh... Oh, baby...” He moans quietly, arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

You can’t help but go faster. The thought of never having him again? It scared you enough to want to make him remember that he is loved. That you will always love him. Always try and take care of him. Nothing was promised. Not even your 25th hour...

“Baby. Baby. Y-Yes!” He pants, hugging you tighter to him as you pump your hips in need, desperately chasing down your high and his as his head rests in the cork of your neck, nipping and licking at the skin, always careful to not leave a mark though. You had an image to uphold. Moans fill the hospital room as the heart monitor beeps wildly and you so selfishly want it to match yours. Hands roam and heads roll back. You kiss and bite along his shoulder to silence yourself as best you can, reaching a hand up to grab his hair and yank it softly as he groans your name. It's never sounded more beautiful...

“Don’t leave me. You can’t leave me...” You whisper between heavy pants of thin air, your emotions damn near strangling you. He shivers at your breath so close to his ear.

“Never. I’d never... Never leave." He declares quietly, and a part of you knows. You both are smart enough to know. It's a promise sworn in vain, but god does it feel so honest in the moment. Your body trembles as you get closer.

"O-Oh, baby!” You moan more desperately as you grip on to him, refusing to ever let him go. You knew he was close too. You could feel his cock swell as you cum around him, and you keep up your pace, just wanting to feel him. There was no going back, and you didn't want to think of what the outcome of this could be. You just wanted to feel his warm seed. So, you speed up, whispering for him to cum in you.

He reaches down to rub your clit, making you jolt to a stop, grinding against his cock and hand as he moans happily at the feeling of your milking his cock. He shoots his cum hard into you as he focuses on kissing you, biting at your lips instead since you've turned into too much of a moaning mess to properly kiss him back. You cum once more on his cock as he kisses your chin sweetly while you try coming down from your high, moaning lowly. You hug him tight, arms around his neck, not wanting him to move an inch from you.

“Baby...” You finally whisper between heavy pants when your brain starts up again. He pulls back to look up at you.

“You’re perfect...” He breathes out, and you blush before kissing him again, tenderly in this moment you share.

Maybe this life was all you got...

**********PRESENT DAY**********

"I have to shower. And make sure you didn't mark me too bad..." The Korean male says from under you. "You need to let me up soon." He mutters, his morning voice rough and deep as you kiss all along his face ever so tenderly. A smirk on your lips. He'd be in for a nice surprise when he does see the litter of hickeys left on his neck, shoulder, and chest...

"No. I changed my mind. They can't take you." You say quietly as you pull away to look at the man you love. You've always felt connected to him, but this moment... This topic... You couldn't understand. You were a foreigner at the end of the day. So, the idea of having to enlist? Having to put a pause on your life to train and prepare for the slim chance there is danger for at least a year and a half? It was a culture shock...

"We spent the whole night awake. All those hours just for us." He points out and you pout a bit at that, feeling selfish as you wrap your arms around his neck, hands playing with the small hairs left from his buzzcut.

"You think we have a problem like this in every lifetime?" You mumble against his lips, bring up the conversation from yesterday morning, making Namjoon playfully roll his eyes.

"Not this again..." He jokes before grabbing your hips peacefully. "Mm... Honestly?" He asks and you nod as you watch him closely. "I think... If we did meet in every lifetime only to be pulled apart... At least we always find each other again. Hm?" He whispers and you search his eyes to see if he means that or if he's just humoring you. Slowly, you see the honesty in his eyes and the love. You blush and lean in to kiss him again.

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Really hope you guys liked it! Next up is Taehyung! Imma put a window date up cause I know ya'll must be tired of me being late. Expect part four out the 27th-28th. Love Ya'll!!!

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Desecrate

A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mention of murder, non-explicit attempted assault, angels and demons

Min Yoongi is older than most creatures to walk this Earth, this much he knows. It’s been years since he last felt that any of the petty skirmishes mortals involve themselves in was worth any of his interest or his time. 

Even though time, for him, stretches out, almost infinitely. 

He doesn’t know your face at all, but you catch his attention, and hold it. He can sense your mortality slipping through your fragile grasp as you grapple with the men holding you down. 

You’re not going to win, though he admires your grit. 

Yoongi’s no stranger to blood but he has no desire to watch you get used and torn to shreds. He’s moving on when your eyes meet his. 

You plead with him wordlessly, desperately, as the light dims in your eyes. 

Yoongi knows that this is a dangerous time, the twilight between living and dying. You’re straddling both worlds, dying even as you push uselessly at the hands around your neck. 

It would be facetious to say that Yoongi kills without a shred of remorse. It’s more truthful to say that he kills without a thought. 

He’s standing amidst the mess he made, you at his feet, your face pressed to the ground. 

You’re unconscious, but you’ll live, unlike the men Yoongi dispatched on your behalf. 

There’s something unbearable to him about the way the lovely line of your cheek is touching the dirt of this human dumping ground. 

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him, but he takes you with him as he leaves. 

***

You wake in stages, in a very human way. 

Your eyes flicker open, shut. Yoongi can hear your heart accelerate, your breathing quicken, he can see your muscles tense. 

Your mouth opens on an inhale, and your eyes flicker open again. 

‘Where am I?’ you rasp. 

Your voice is soft, plaintive, your vocal cords swollen from your assault. 

‘You’re in my home,’ Yoongi replies. 

When you turn your head to look at him, your eyes are more focused. 

‘And who are you?’ 

‘I saved your life,’ Yoongi tells you. 

He watches as your eyes scan the domed ceiling, the painted frescoes, the stained glass. Your gaze stops at a scene of the Madonna. 

Yoongi studies your profile, the dirt smudged on your cheekbone he’d not bothered to wipe off.

Your gaze returns to him.

‘You’re Min Yoongi.’

It’s not a question, but Yoongi’s compelled to answer anyway, because the fact that you’ve guessed his identity means there’s more to you than he first thought.

You sit up, and Yoongi wonders how he managed to miss the celestial aura emanating from you. 

Lords and beings.

You’re an angel.

Seokjin is never going to let him live this down.

Min Yoongi, ancient slayer of humans, demonic legend from the mediaeval history of man, saved an angel.

Yoongi gets up, lets a tiny fraction of his darkness show. His voice deepens, resonating through the chapel.

‘Leave.’

You’re frightened, he can see it in the way you’re tensed, body held taut like a bow.

‘I can’t. It’s the night of Pandemonium.’

Pandemonium marks the beginning of when the Gates of Hell open each year. From your reaction, Yoongi guesses you’re a young angel, limited in power, incapable of cloaking or protecting yourself.

He laughs sardonically. ‘I don’t think the home of the bulgasari Prince is the right place for an angel on the night of Pandemonium, do you?’

You clasp your hands.

‘I’m not an angel.’

Yoongi stares at you.

‘Not anymore. I was cast out.’

For the first time, Yoongi feels a flicker of interest.

He can feel the scales in his mind threaten to tip by the tiniest of margins. 

For the first time, he thinks he might not kill you.

Seemingly unaware of his internal debate, you take a step closer to him.

Towards the most dangerous being in the room.

Yoongi flicks his tongue over his lower lip, steps forward so you can see him in the red glow.

His human form is beautiful, drawing others in. Leading them to their own destruction.

He can see the way your pupils dilate, your tongue wets your bottom lip, as you see him clearly for the first time.

‘You want to stay with me?’ he asks, silky. He takes another step.

You tilt your chin so you can keep looking at him.

‘Show me how much you want to stay.’

Yoongi turns his head towards the painting above the hearth.

‘Destroy it.’

You turn to the painting. 

It’s from the 14th century, by a little known Italian painter called Diavollo, depicting the death of Santa Lucia. He was gifted it by a corrupt nobleman in exchange for his life. Yoongi had taken both. 

You cast a defiant look at him, rush towards the painting. You stop, head bowed, before it.

‘I can’t.’ 

‘You can,’ Yoongi says, pitching his voice low, letting the heat of it flare out to you.

You clasp your hands together again, despairing. ‘I can’t.’

Steps heavy, head bowed, you head for the door. 

You stop just inside the front entrance to the chapel, as if giving him a chance to change his mind before he sends you to certain death.

Yoongi’s had countless beings plead for mercy from him in his long life and he has never once given in.

There’s a stirring in the recesses of his mind as he admires your profile for the last time. It feels like longing.

Then you’re gone, door swinging closed behind you.

***

Yoongi dislikes gatherings like this, when the princes of Hell and their delegates celebrate their misdeeds in front of the beings who serve them.

If Seokjin hadn’t asked him to attend as a personal favour, Yoongi would be in his home.

Oddly, he’s not been able to look at the Diavollo since you gave your life rather than destroy it.

He wonders if that sort of foolishness is what got you exiled.

He’s thought about your face so much that when he sees you, he’s momentarily stilled.

You’re knelt at the feet of Malvarius, the highest ranking demon of Yeomna’s court, save for Seokjin, and Yoongi himself.

Yoongi watches with revulsion as Malvarius scratches a bloodstained nail along the line of your neck, stopping at the iron collar around your throat.

Malvarius wraps his fist in the chain attached to your collar, tugs.

You fold to the ground in a heap of loose limbs and the sheer drapery he’s dressed you in.

Yoongi finds he still doesn’t care to see your face against the ground.

He approaches the demon, and you.

When you see him, there’s a flicker in your eyes.

‘She’s mine,’ Yoongi says, unceremoniously, to Malvarius.

Malvarius, the treacherous devil, says smoothly, ‘Pardon me?’

‘I made her a deal,’ Yoongi replies, preternaturally calm. ‘She owes me.’

Malvarius sits up, and Yoongi realises there’s a crowd gathering.

It doesn’t take much to have demons baying for blood.

Malvarius draws himself up to his full height.

‘Do you mean to say, Yoongi, that you own the soul of Azariel’s only daughter?’

Yoongi blinks.

Azariel, the most revered of the archangels, is a name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the most seasoned of demon princes.

You’re Azariel’s daughter? 

Yoongi remembers the way you cried over the Diavollo as you walked to your death.

You’d not used your father’s name as a bargaining chip. 

Yoongi says, coolly, ‘One fallen angel is just like any other.’

‘She’s a lusty slut,’ Malvarius remarks. ‘Can’t stop opening your legs for me, can you, angel?’

You gasp in pain as he pulls up on the chain, making you dance on your toes to keep from being choked.

Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for the sight of you in pain, either.

‘Give me what’s mine,’ he says, bored. ‘Or we can ask Yeomna to mediate.’

At the mention of the lord of Hell, Malvarius scowls. The last time he clashed with Seokjin, Yoongi had come very close to removing his power, Yeomna’s rules be damned.

He tosses the chain on the stone floor with a clang.

‘To your new master,’ he says, with little grace.

Yoongi removes the collar from around your neck.

‘Follow me,’ he commands.

Yoongi leads you through the debauchery, ignoring your gasps and sobbing breaths as you step through blood, entrails, sex. 

It’s only when you’ve followed him all the way back to his door that he speaks to you.

‘I’m deciding what to do with you,’ he tells you. ‘You will stay here, whilst I decide.’

‘My father won’t engage in barter for me,’ you say immediately. ‘He’d as soon as I was dead as alive.’

‘You must have done something terrible, angel.’ 

Your mouth clamps shut, lips flattening into a straight line.

‘Did you kill?’ Yoongi asks. ‘Maim?’

You barely react to his taunting tone.

‘Were you envious? Greedy?’

You’re quiet.

‘You’re not wrathful,’ Yoongi observes. 

He waits until your eyes meet his.

‘That leaves pride, and lust?’

From the way your face tightens he knows he’s stumbled upon his answer.

Yoongi lets his eyes travel to your beautiful form in the sheer silk you’re draped in.

Your breasts press against the material, rounded, enticing, and as he looks, your nipples tighten visibly.

‘Ah,’ Yoongi says, voice dropped to barely a whisper. ‘He said you were lustful.’

Yoongi leans down, close to your cheek, and enjoys the way you shiver as he breathes on your skin.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your skin, and your pupils dilate so much your eyes are practically black.

Your lips part on his name, and Yoongi, for the first time in a long while, feels a surge of lust.

You stay completely still as he touches your cheek.

‘What do you want from me, angel?’ Yoongi taunts. ‘Aren’t you fallen enough?’

Your breath trembles in your chest as his fingers tighten on your face.

‘Come,’ says Yoongi. ‘Show me how you fell.’

He lets go of your face to caress the swells of your breasts, and you gasp, but you don’t stop him.

Instead, you arch your back to press your breasts into his palms.

‘You want more?’ Yoongi asks. He knows you do.

He grasps the front of your gown, rips it all the way down.

Your thighs tighten on his hand as he reaches between your legs.

Yoongi’s hand explores you, leisurely, slow, until you’re twitching and trembling.

Your nipples are so sensitive now that when Yoongi rolls his tongue around one you buck your hips into his hand.

‘Uhngh,’ you moan. 

Yoongi thumbs the bud at the top of your sex, and your warmth pulses around his fingers.

Wet, hot, tight.

Yoongi drags his tongue along the round of your breast, and your breathing hitches.

Your nipples are so puffy and erect they almost look painful.

You whine as he grasps your rounded flesh. The sound causes a stirring, low in his belly.

Yoongi’s cock swells at the sounds you make. You’re so pleasured, breathless, and he’s barely making any effort.

He’s already almost fully erect when your soft hand brushes the front of his groin.

‘Bold for an angel,’ he says.

There’s a spark in your eyes, clouded with lust. 

‘How many angels have you defiled, Lord Min?’

Yoongi considers your question as his eyes roam your beautiful body.

‘None,’ he tells you.

You smile, and you’re so pretty he can’t take his eyes off you.

‘Luckily, I’m not an angel any more.’

Yoongi smirks. ‘Let me show you how the other side lives.’

He turns, and you follow.

***

You’re lost, Yoongi isn’t sure when it happened, probably between your fourth, maybe fifth peak.

He’s covered in your arousal, he can taste you on his lips, on his tongue. His cock’s still so rigid inside you he’s aching, caught in the delirium between pleasure and pain.

He plunges into your wet warmth, rocking his hips against yours.

Your arms are limp, one draped around his neck, just barely holding on, the other splayed out, fingers uncurled. You look dazed, fucked out, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

You cry out as Yoongi moves, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt, and he notes with grim satisfaction how hoarse your voice now is.

‘Yoongi,’ you beg, ‘wanna feel you.’

‘You’ll feel me,’ he promises.

You shake your head. ‘I want to feel your pleasure.’

Yoongi groans as you hold your legs apart for him, letting him see exactly how he cleaves you apart , the way he looks entering your core.

He wraps a hand around your neck, tight, and your eyes close. Your hand snakes around his wrist, urging him on.

You’re clenching around him so sweetly Yoongi’s disarmed, and when you press a kiss to his temple he releases, shouting your name, spilling inside you.

Belatedly, he remembers to loosen his grip around your neck, and as you remain still he feels an unnerving wave of fear that he might have hurt you.

He says your name, and you stir. Relief floods through his chest. 

‘Stay,’ you mumble into his chest. ‘Stay.’

Yoongi curls his arm around you, a display of skinship he’s unused to but that you seem to want.

He wonders, curious, why he’s swayed to want to give you what you want.

***

You wake during the night. 

Yoongi’s flat on his back, arm propping up his head. He watches with dark amusement as you look your fill at his naked form. 

‘You’re too wide-eyed considering you have my seed all over you,’ he drawls. 

You blink at him. ‘I was surprised to wake, my lord.’

‘You thought I’d kill Azariel’s fallen daughter?’ Yoongi muses, not bothering to acknowledge how close to the truth you are. 

‘You do have a reputation, Lord Min,’ you say, so seriously that it takes him a moment to realise you’re teasing him. 

He’s startled into laughter that sounds rusty even to him. 

You turn over, breasts spilling onto the silk bedcovers, lush and beautiful like you were made to tempt him. 

His cock stirs, and it doesn’t escape your notice, minx that you are. 

You reach for him, gentle, soft against his hardness. 

Yoongi groans, eyes never leaving you as you stroke him. Your lips part on a breath, tongue flicking between. The cavern of your mouth feels like the heaven Yoongi will never know. 

He’s never rued being born a demon prince until this moment. 

Yoongi pulls you off his rigid shaft, seeks the warmth between your legs. You’re already gasping, spreading to take him, so soft and slick and willing he can barely hold himself back. 

His hand finds its way around your neck again, squeezing, and the pleasure ramps up a thousandfold. 

Your back arches as you peak, and this time Yoongi doesn’t have the patience to deny himself. He groans into your hair as he fills you, remembers to loosen his grip. 

You’re emboldened to press a kiss to his lips, a moment of contact so searing Yoongi’s jolted out of his post-pleasure daze. 

Neither of you speak, and neither of you makes a move to leave. 

***

It’s just past dawn when Yoongi stirs to the back of your entirely naked body. 

You’re getting re-dressed, helping yourself to his clothes. 

‘I should go,’ you say. 

Yoongi hadn’t realised you’d noticed he was awake. 

Pandemonium has passed, but Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for any possibility that you might get hurt. 

He rises, unclasps a chain from around his neck, fastens it around your own. The ancient rune now hanging between your collarbones is distinctly, identifiably, his. 

There aren’t many who would seek his wrath. 

‘My father will —--’ 

‘Rue the day he let you fall into the hands of a demon prince?’ suggests Yoongi. 

The hint of a smile plays around your lips, and Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away. 

‘I’ll be back,’ you say. There's a faint question in your voice.

‘See that you are,’ Yoongi replies. 

You bow slightly. ‘My lord.’ 

You take your leave, and Yoongi allows himself to watch you go until you slip between two buildings, and then you’re gone. 

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