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bts-hyperfixation · 8 months ago

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 34 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

“And he really said he wanted to meet me?” Namjoon asks for the fifth time.

Jungkook is stood by the door to the annexe tying his laces while you brief Namjoon on how to get to the doctor’s office; not that you really need to, Jungkook is perfectly capable of getting the two of them to Dr Treiver’s appointment on time. But Namjoon seemed less than convinced of Jungkook’s progress.

Which is part of the reason dr Treiver had asked for Namjoon to accompany the rabbit to his session rather than you.

“Yes Namjoon, I am certain. Now go before you’re late,” You scold, pushing him towards the foyer.

He holds up his hands in defeat, and Jungkook takes ahold of one, pulling him along so they don’t end up being late.

They disappear around the side gate as you watch them through the still open front door.

You feel a bit put out, your routine broken by not taking Jungkook out for therapy. It’s been about ten weeks now since it began, and you had taken him without fail to each one. It was really slow progress, but there had been definite progress. Jungkook was now able to share a room with the builders without twitching too much AND you were able to go into the ice cream shop last week! Sure you were the only customers, but there were two teenagers behind the register that he only hid from briefly.

“Are you going to stand there until they come back?” Hoseok asks.

He makes you jump as his arm snakes around your shoulder.

“Your feet are really going to start to hurt,” Yoongi says, going around you to close the door.

The older man settles on your other side and places an arm around your waist. They turn you around and bring you over to the large plush sofa in the middle of the room. It’s a great L-shape sofa Jungkook had insisted on so it was big enough for the eight of you to pile together, far more comfortable than the 3-seater you had had in the main house before.

They cage you in between them and Hobi rests his head on your shoulder

“They’ll be okay you know,”Hoseok comforts.

“Of course I know that,” You roll your eyes.

However, the knot in the pit of your stomach doesn’t untie. You lean your head against his and take a deep breath.

“And you made fun of us for being so concerned about Jungkook when we met,” Yoongi chuckles, he strokes your leg comfortingly.

“I didn’t make fun… I just thought it was odd…” You shrug “And I’m more concerned about Namjoon than Jungkook right now,”

“Now that might be a valid concern,” Yoongi agrees.

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Meanwhile Jungkook switches off the engine as he parks outside of the doctor’s office. Namjoon has driven him nuts the entire drive. He is certain the man means well but all he is doing is making the anxiety in Jungkook’s stomach feel like it did on that very first session again. He lets out a low whine as Namjoon asks him for the fifth time if he is really sure about going in to the appointment.

“Oh Bunny, if you really are that stressed out we don’t have to go,”

Namjoon reaches out a hand to pat Jungkook on the shoulder, but Jungkook flinches away.

“I’M FINE,” he snaps.

Namjoon looks taken aback. He has never been shouted at by a pack member before now, especially not Jungkook.

“I am okay, Namjoon,” He sighs reacting to the sadness in his leaders eyes, "You are making me more nervous.”

"I'm sorry," Namjoon answers, his voice small.

Jungkook's hands begin to tremble and he longs to lean over and curl into his leader like he always has done, but he knows the minute he does it's like giving in. Instead he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes like the doctor taught him, steadying his nerves on his own. Namjoon sighs and opens the door, letting himself out of the car. Jungkook follows suit a moment later and allows Namjoon to take his hand falling into step beside him. The younger man leads his partner through to the doctor.

“Good afternoon Jungkook, this must be Namjoon,”

The elder gentleman smiles warmly at the pair, extending his hand to Namjoon. Namjoon greets the man, warily taking up the offer of a hand shake. Doctor Treiver nods curtly and motions for them to both sit on the sofa.

Out of instinct, Jungkook sits almost on top of Namjoon before realising and shuffling over to allow for more space. Namjoon can't help but feel a little lost, unsure of what to do with himself if he isn’t comforting Jungkook.

The first half of the session went as could be expected of a therapy session. The doctor focused most of his attention on Jungkook, walking through anything and everything Jungkook was willing to talk about. Today that seemed to consist of renovation plans.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. This is what Seokjin was paying for? Seemed like an absolute waste of money if you asked him... Not that anyone did lately…

Only on his fifth eye roll did he realise the doctor was now watching him instead of Jungkook. The bear looked down at his feet, suddenly finding the hideous carpet pattern to be the most interesting thing on the planet.

"Jungkook, you've done a fantastic job today. I can tell you're really excited about this room painting you and Y/N have been doing and I do want to talk more about it," Doctor Treiver says, then he turns to Namjoon, “However I was hoping we could talk to Namjoon and you together today, would that be okay?”

Jungkook and the doctor both turn to Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon won't meet the doctor's eyes despite the clear invitation to speak. He hadn't considered he would be the one in the hot seat, prepared to observe, not participate.

“Okay, let’s try this slowly. Jungkook are you comfortable with me talking to Namjoon about things we have discussed in past sessions? Please understand you can say no,” Treiver says gently.

“Namjoon knows everything about me, doctor, you can talk about whatever you need.” The bunny confirms.

Namjoon prepares himself to be psychoanalysed by this almost complete stranger, thinking somehow this man was going to blame him for every single one of Jungkook’s problems, reaffirming what Namjoon already thought about himself. He braced himself to hear all of his worst thoughts realised by a professional, to hear how he wasn’t fit to have one mate let alone be the leader of such a large pack.

But the negativity never came. In fact, it seemed that while Namjoon had been spiralling inside his own head, the doctor had been commending him for how he had handled Jungkook so far.

“Jungkook’s condition goes back a very long time from what I can see. I think it is a credit to you and your family that he is able to function outside of his birth family unit at all”

The doctor went on to talk about how Jungkook had confided in him about his fear that he had only gotten worse since moving in with Namjoon, no longer able to be independent at all. This made Namjoon cringe until the doctor continued. The elder man explained how this was much more likely to be a response to the new sensation of safety that Jungkook was experiencing, he was finally comfortable enough to shut down and protect himself in the way prey animals typically want to, hiding from the perceived threat of the world outside his burrow, his home.

It was a lot of information to take in. Ever since Jungkook had started therapy, Namjoon had been terrified he would be blamed, that they would find out he wasn’t able to support the people he loved. It hurt to find out that Jungkook had been concerned about his worsening state and hadn’t been able to voice it, but at the same time Namjoon hadn’t brought it up to him either, his fear that Jungkook would want to leave consuming him. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little reassuring to hear the doctor blame Jungkook’s father instead.

The bear rests his hand on Jungkook’s leg and squeezes reassuringly, more to ground himself than his mate. He isn’t sure he truly understands what this therapy is going to do for Jungkook in the long run, and in the short term, it’s just hurting his head. But he is happy that Jungkook has someone outside of the pack to trust.

The doctor glances up at the clock and Namjoon’s gaze follows, only five minutes remain in the session.

“Jungkook would you be comfortable enough to sit in the waiting room on your own for the remainder of the session? Ms. Harris, my assistant is right behind the desk for you, and you can come immediately back inside here if it is too overwhelming for you?” Dr Triever asks carefully.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide and Namjoon can see the immediate rise in his hackles as his panic response begins to activate. Jungkook’s hand finds Namjoon’s and squeezes tightly before the bear has a chance to react. Instinctually he pulls Jungkook into his lap and holds him close, whispering gently into his ears reminding him to breathe.

“I’ll take that as a no…” The doctor tilts his head observing. “That’s okay, a little too soon for public spaces I see, not a problem, you can stay right here,”

He makes a note on his paper as Jungkook carefully unfurls himself from Namjoon’s arms, revealing his tear-stained cheeks to the room.

“Would it be possible for me to see you alone another time Namjoon? I would also like to discuss the tension you yourself show around Jungkook as his primary support system”

“What do you mean the tension I show!?” Namjoon asks, a little sharply.

“That tension Mr. Kim” The doctor states, returning to honorifics in response to the change in tone.

Namjoon looks a little ashamed of himself for snapping at the man, immediately aware of the way his demeanour changes when Jungkook’s scent sours.

“Right doctor, of course… Do you have any appointments later this week?” He has zero interest in having his brain examined by a shrink, but he would do anything for Jungkook, or anyone in his home.

“You can arrange with my assistant on your way out. Thank you so much for coming on request Namjoon. Jungkook, I look forward to seeing you next time” The doctor opens the door and ushers the pair back into the waiting room.

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You and Yoongi had just finished showering when Namjoon and Jungkook returned. You had managed to find more than a few ways to keep your mind from wandering to how their joint session might’ve been going. Hoseok had regretfully had to go in for the early shift at the karaoke place, although the two of you had tried very hard to make him call in sick to keep you company. That man had an iron resolve, any other member of your pack would’ve folded the instant your shirt left your body.

Both men were stood before you in one piece, and with no police escort, which meant the session must’ve gone much better than you had given them credit for. Yoongi had money on Namjoon insulting the doctor in some way that would result in a restraining order; and while you had a little more faith, the issue of Namjoon’s ego and temper had made you a little nervous of the potential outcome.

Still, the pair didn’t seem overly eager to share what had actually happened within the meeting, only sharing that Namjoon would be returning on his own later in the week. So instead of talking about it, you got comfy on the sofa and waited for your other lovers to return to you.

By nine pm, Taehyung still wasn’t home. This had become the norm in recent weeks, but it didn’t make you any less sad. He claimed his family were just being needy at the moment and promised it would finish soon and he'd be home more, but each time he said that, he seemed less and less convinced by his own words.

The house was at a loss without him too. You'd all been together for such a short time, but one person missing felt long a limb had been detached. Lately, Taehyung wasn't even bothering to join any of you in bed, if he came home at all. You'd all wake up to find him sleeping on the sofa cuddling a pillow, still fully dressed from the day before. Jimin was furious with him, he'd given him the silent treatment for about an hour before he caved. Taehyung had seemed far too sad to stay mad at him.

After yet another night of watching Jungkook and Jimin mope, while the others were just restless, you decide enough is enough. It's obvious that Taheyung is unhappy with how much his parents are piling on, and it's obvious that no one around here is going to be comfortable until he is back to his normal self. So it's time someone did something about it.

You text Taehyung to make sure he is not on the way home, only to receive 'Sorry babe, probably going to just sleep here' as a response almost immediately.

You feel a little guilty about your next move, but it needs to be done. You check the Find My Phone app and track Taehyung, finding his parents' home address. Grabbing Yoongi's car keys, you tell the others you're heading to the store and then you follow the little green dot all the way to a very large estate.

You chew your lip the entire drive, feeling guilty about lying to the others about where you were going, feeling even guiltier about stalking Taehyung's phone to find him. You contemplate turning off to actually go to the store and leaving Taehyung alone, but you just can't shake the feeling he needs help, and more than anything you just want to see him.

You drive up a dauntingly long driveway and park Yoongi's car next to Taehyung's. The door is equally as imposing with a large golden knocker right in the middle, it reminds you a little of your ex-husband's parents' house, and it really drives home exactly how much money must be behind Taehyung's family. You grab the knocker and bang before your nerves get the better of you, although you find yourself wondering if it's loud enough when no one immediately comes to the door.

You shuffle your feet awkwardly as you wait, it feels like hours until the huge wooden door swings open revealing an ageing gentleman in a suit.

"Good evening Madam, I'm afraid we will not be needing anything you're selling today," He says and moves to shut the door.

"Wait!" You say a little too loud.

The man pauses with the door ajar.

"I'm here to see Taehyung,"

"Master Taehyung did not make us aware of any visitors and he is extremely busy. He is unavailable to be seen."

"Bu... but" You stammer trying to think of a plausible excuse for your random late night appearance.

The older gent just raises an eyebrow as if he is waiting for something entertaining, knowing you have no straws to grasp at.

"He sent me his location and told me to bring him some clothes, they are in the car..."

"Master Taehyung has plenty of clothes here. Now I must ask that you leave now miss, before I have to escalate the situation.

Once again the man moves to shut the door. You sigh and resign yourself to having to give up, turning to make your way back towards the car. It probably wouldn't do to linger too long, families like this have a penchant for calling police on people they deem to be trespassing. You watched your own butler deal with the police far through the crack in your curtain far too often to think the threat would be a bluff.

Dejectedly, you take one last look at the large house. It really was a beautiful build with ivy hanging from trellises scaling the walls. If you had to guess you probably put the house at at least 200 years old. The stonework seemed old but wonderfully maintained and the windows had that slightly warped appearance that only old glass possessed. Observing more closely, you could see a very familiar, but confused, face staring back at you through one of those windows.

Masterlist

Sorry about the disappearing act.... it will probably happen again ngl. Also that 35 chapter thing was complete bull we are going so much further than that I guess....

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop fic #kpop smut #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #teahyung smut #jimin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #hybrid bts #bts hybrids #bunny jungkook

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georgiebrits · 1 year ago

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Baby fever - Kim Taehyung

You're lying in bed beside your husband Taehyung, his hand resting on your belly. His eyes are fixed on your bulging stomach, his gaze intense and focused. You can't help but feel aroused by his eagerness to impregnate you. Taehyung looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust. You notice his hand has migrated downwards. He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to make a baby with you," he whispers.

Taehyung leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue darting into your mouth. He traces his fingers along your curves, teasing and tickling your sensitive skin. "Mmm, you're so beautiful and fertile," he moans.

Taehyung continues to kiss and caress you, his hands moving with increasing urgency. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. You feel his hand slip beneath your panties and he parts your folds with his fingers.

You remember the research you did on the best positions for conception and without hesitation, you pull Taehyung’s hand up to your mouth and suck his fingers, making sure they're wet and ready. You then put his hand back down between your legs, guiding his fingers towards your entrance. "Let's try it with me on top," you breathe out, feeling a sudden sense of urgency.

Taehyung eagerly rolls onto his back as you position yourself over him. You lower yourself onto his thick erection and begin to ride him, your hips grinding against his in a slow but deliberate rhythm. "Oh fuck, you feel so good," Taehyung groans, his fingers gripping your hips tightly.

“yeah so good that you think I'll be pregnant this time”

Taehyung moans in response, his eyes locked on your stomach as your hips continue to move against his. "I can feel it already," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're going to be pregnant for sure." The sense of urgency only grows more intense as you both chase this shared goal, each moment feeling like it could be the one to bring the two of you a step closer to parenthood.

With a sudden burst of energy, Taehyung grips your legs and flips you onto your back, easily pressing your knees to your chest. He thrusts deep inside of you, the pressure building with every hard pump of his hips. Each time he drives into you, your body trembles with pleasure and anticipation, the tension growing until it is almost unbearable. Finally, with a deep groan, he releases inside of you and you both come undone in a wild frenzy of pleasure. You collapse against each other, breathing heavily as you revel in the feeling.

“Hopefully we are pregnant this time”

Taehyung smiles and pulls you close, his hand resting on your stomach once again. "I have a feeling we will be," he says, his gaze shifting between your eyes and your belly. "And if not, we'll keep trying until we are. I want to start a family with you more than anything." You feel a warmth spreading inside of you at his words, a deep sense of love and contentment filling your heart. You both drift off to sleep, exhausted but happy, ready to take on whatever the future may hold.

#smut #x reader #imagine #bts smut #bts #kim taehyung smut #kim teahyung #taehyung smut #taehyung

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beebee18 · 5 months ago

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I stumbled upon these on pinterest and this has turned out to be my favourite genre of bts pictures 🤭.

#beebeebabbles #bts #bangtan #kim seokjin #rm #kim namjoon #jimin #kim teahyung #jungkook #V #park jimin

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luvismenu · 6 months ago

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Three Way || Maknae Line

chap: 23 (silly break)

index

previous / next

NOTE: i edited the previous chap (the last part), check it out before you read this one 💕

#jeon jungkook #bts smau #bts fanfiction #jungkook smau #park jimin #bts jungkook #bts #smau #text fic #fanfic #fake texts #fake tweets #fluff #bts fanfic #bts texting au #bts teahyung

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taetaespeaks · 2 years ago

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Speak / THV

genre : werewolf au, yandere, mythical

summary : In a world where mythical creatures and humans have been at war with each other for years, you find yourself in a mansion managed by those same dangerous entities without the possibility of fleeing, a sinister fate awaiting you at the end of your stay. Refusing to say a word for years, your silence will attract the attention of your tormentor. A romantic werewolf who will do everything to make you his forever, whether you like it or not.

warnings : angst, smut, mention of death, blood, violence, yandere, mention of depression and family issues

rate : mainly +18

"You have to talk!"

These four words you now knew by heart. You heard them every morning, every evening, louder in your ears with each passing day. When you took your shower, when you ate, when you watched TV. Always these four words that punctuated your life. It didn't provoke any reaction in you, motionless, your usual impassive expression, you watched without showing any interest the little old lady who was standing in front of you, hands on hips in an expression of pure annoyance. There was a time when you might have smiled to express your regret, but that time was over and having extended this reflection too many times, you could no longer feel guilty about your silence or even look sorry.

"Impossible!" Ms. Jeon raised her arms to the sky, letting them fall limply along her sides one second later as she turned her back to you, muttering a thousand dark words of annoyance that left you stunned behind the bar. You couldn't afford to be hurt by the old woman's lack of patience, she had always treated you as a friend, though firmly. She made you work at her family bar, even though you were not related to her and despite your categorical refusal to speak properly. Indeed, you were not speaking. No, you weren't mute. You had just decided to keep quiet one day and since then, only a few words crossed your lips and only when it was really necessary.

You felt in danger though. This job at the Jeon bar was all you had to make ends meet, and with grandson Jeon's early return from downtown at the end of the month, you didn't worry that your position as barista would be challenged and shamelessly given to the youngest member of the family. After all, it would be quite normal and logical but you couldn't help but sigh in dismay, the only sound you made today.

The end of the day came slowly but surely and soon you found yourself under the dark sky of the city of Bangtan. The capital. When you were little, you were bitterly jealous of those others who lived under the Bangtan sky, promising yourself that one day it would be your turn, that you would live a life full of madness and adventure because everything was possible there, in the capital! Now, you couldn't say that you missed the countryside, no, falling asleep every night in anguish at the idea of waking up with a demon or a ghoul over your face, no, but you weren't happy either in the safety of the high walls of the fortress in the center of the country. You even disapproved of this unequal security. The poor, like you and your family, were condemned to barricade themselves at night to protect themselves from the creatures roaming the woods while the richer ones slept with their windows open and protected by the high white walls and guards. Silly policy. You would never have imagined going home alone, unarmed, without a phone and in the middle of the night. Indeed, years ago, the government had announced the existence of the so-called myth creatures. People had obviously panicked, distrusting their neighbor, their teacher or even their brother, despite the insistence of the heads of state that being a vampire, a mermaid, a werewolf or whatever did not necessarily mean being a bloodthirsty beast. But it didn't matter, soon people who were suspected without proof were being massacred by barbarians, soon, civil wars began and even today, you can't really tell who won in theory. The humans, the creatures? In any case, neither of them mix. At least that's what they say in the capital, but where you come from there are quite a few stories about couples where one or both of the protagonists are secretly creatures. You shuddered. It doesn't matter.

"Watch out!"

You didn't have time to react when a dark mass entered your field of vision. Obviously the biggest chine you've ever been given to see was coming right at you, tipping you violently as it passed and causing you to lose your balance as your bag emptied onto the wet pavement of the street. Safe from creatures, never from careless humans who don't know how to keep their animals on a leash, you thought bitterly, but you said no less. The huge dog stopped in his tracks and took a few steps to sit on your right. With his ears perched on his head, he seemed almost proud. Although huge for a pet, the animal was beautiful, its silky brown hair bawling in the moonlight and its eyes shining with a golden glint.

"I'm so sorry miss! Let me help you!"

A young man appeared in your field of vision in turn. Like master, like dog could not have been better applied as the young man stooping to offer you his hand was of a beauty worthy of the princes in the fairy tales. Mouth agape, you let him help you without reluctance to straighten you on your feet. He was slightly taller than you, with perfectly coiffed blond hair, full lips and a charming look. A real beauty.

"Please accept my deepest apologies! He doesn't listen to anything I say despite my best efforts to keep him by my side!" The beast growled to your right as if it understood its master's words causing you to give it a puzzled look. "You are not hurt?"

For a moment you thought of answering but your mouth immediately closed in a tight line as you looked away. You didn't want to talk and this man and the beast that was his dog couldn't change that. Embarrassed, you waltzed from one foot to the other before bowing as a greeting and a thank you that you didn't think he deserved anyway. The man had not finished with you, however.

"Oh, forgive me my sweet! I couldn't know you couldn't speak! Did you have your tongue ripped out, could you never speak or worse?" He looked away in mock dismay as his dog came forward as if suddenly interested. "Have you been the victim of a curse?"

Perplexed, you shook your head from left to right quickly, letting a small indignant sound cross your lips. The reason was much simpler, much more human, much more psychological but now your surroundings had taken such a liking to your silence that the answer didn't even cross your mind.

"My poor princess, you are like the little mermaid."

You shivered uncontrollably. No one had ever referred to this tale worthy of a child's worst nightmares since mermaids began to really manifest themselves and drown sailors and bathers without remorse. This had all the makings of an insult. You frowned against your will with an expression of hurt incomprehension. Now you really wanted to end this "exchange" as soon as possible, but as you tried to bend down to pick up your things, a searing pain shot through your skull, the feeling that a cruel arrow had just broken your brain made you groan softly. Surprised and perplexed, you straightened up and put a trembling hand to the back of your head, discovering a sticky, viscous substance that you recognized as blood. Your blood. The world began to spin as the man in front of you slowly disappeared into the whirlwind that was your surroundings.

"She is tough Jeongguk. Don't be afraid to hit harder."

Jeongguk? Like Mrs. Jeon's grandson. Despite the incessant whistling in your ears, you could almost hear the blow coming. He wasn't afraid to hit harder this time.

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"This is barbaric, Jimin! The poor little thing."

"I'm not the one that did it, Joonie!"

"But you asked him to do it."

"It's a good thing you hit her in the back Gukkie, she's such a beauty, it would have been a waste."

"What do you think, Taehyung?"

"She smells funny."

Laughter.

"Keep it down! She's waking up! Miss?"

The pain returned as soon as you regain consciousness. For a moment you thought you were back there, at your parents' house, warm in the open arms of your bed. Away from the city, from the bar where you worked, from the responsibilities, but you soon remembered that this was not an option. Your parents had kicked you out long ago.

"Speak, please!"

"She can't."

Were you dead? Maybe you were. But heaven was dark in that case. Slowly opening your eyes, you discovered the top of a four-poster bed, a few gray roses embroidered on a black background, little light in the room. You recognized the soft touch of quality sheets between your fingers that gripped the bed beneath you as a wave of pain suddenly swept over you. You could only wince in response.

"Thank God, you're alive!"

Despite the paralyzing pain, you found the strength to turn your gaze in the direction of the voice that sounded so concerned about your condition, even your own self was not so concerned. It was a man, short hair, skin tinged with a honey-tan color and a sincere smile, he was tall and muscular but not scary and surprisingly you felt reassured but you didn't know him. Where were you? Why were you there?

"Namjoon, she just woke up. Shut up."

He lost his smile as another man was caught by your frightened gaze. Smaller, with jet-black hair and a stolid look. You had never seen him before either.

"Hello Miss. I am Yoongi. I was a doctor, well, I am a doctor. You have received a strong blow to the head." He looked sternly to the side but you didn't follow his gaze, too busy focusing on his words. "Your condition is stable now. Would you like something to eat?"

"She can't talk!"

This time you looked away. He was as tall as the first one from your point of view, but of the three men, he was the one who stood out the most. His complexion was tanned, his lips were drawn, his brown hair was elegantly styled in a style that hadn't been modern for a long time, and he had beautiful golden eyes. He was handsome. The most handsome man you'd ever seen, but now that was the least of your worries.

"That's right! That's why you're here."

A cheerful voice exclaimed. Too many voices. Too many sounds. Your headache worsened as you closed your eyes and sank back into the darkness of your mind. No coherent thoughts helped you. You were lost in many ways.

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Held by creatures. The last straw. You sat on the edge of your bed, your eyes lost in the void. How was this even possible? Kidnapped by creatures in the very heart of the capital. All to become the little werewolf's plaything of the bunch in due course. Oh no, not some sexual reference. At full moon, the wolf became particularly violent and to prevent him from hurting his comrades, what better way than to sacrifice a human who couldn't scream and therefore couldn't draw attention to their presence in Bangtan? To convince them to change their minds, all you had to do was speak, but what was the point? They would kill you anyway or worse! They would give you to the group's ghoul, Jimin, who seemed to take great pleasure in making anything that could cry suffer. You sighed.

"Don't be sad!" You gasped as a young man appeared before you. A succubus. Who would have thought that Mrs Jeon's grandson was a creature and a dangerous one at that. He was also tall and handsome. His beautiful brown eyes were like a deer's and his smile like a rabbit. You liked his tattoos and piercings but you couldn't tell him and even if you could, you wouldn't. He was the one who had spotted you and proposed the idea, he was the one who had knocked you out. Yet you weren't angry. It didn't matter. It wouldn't matter now.

"Here." He handed you a cup, it looked like tea. You drank it immediately without making a fuss. He would gain nothing by poisoning you. "I asked Jin to enchant it so that your grief and state of distress would be less hard to bear, Madam."

He called you Madam, probably because he was younger. It didn't bother you that much. Anyway, you had no way of telling him your first name. As if he could read your mind, he added.

"You can write your name down so that I can learn it!

"Jeongguk, get out of here, you have no right to seduce her!

Blushing in surprise. The young man flinched and then changed his innocent look into a more seductive and dangerous one and too lazy to protest, disappeared as quickly as he had appeared in a last fake unhappy smile worthy of a cliché movie.

This voice was the one you heard least often of all. Seokjin, a wizard, was the master of the huge castle where you were kept and from time to time he visited you, made you smile, tasted a cake with an unknown taste that soothed your pain and then went away. Yoongi, the doctor with the pale complexion, came to examine you every day, you liked him, he didn't talk much or ever a few times, and the marks around his neck allowed you to understand that he was actually dead for a long time. Hoseok, the fairy who asked you to call him Hobi, didn't come as often as Yoongi, however when he came, it wasn't to lounge around, he danced, told you about his life, almost force you to read books, and explain with passion how the disneys had soiled the image of the fairies, although it seemed to fit his character from your point of view. Namjoon, to your surprise, was as human as you were, which is why he seemed most eager to reassure you and apologize sincerely. Then came Jimin, he liked to make you jump, to smell your hair in a sensual way, hungry by his instinct of ghoul. Jeongguk was soft and endearing, but you were not stupid, the succubi know how to seduce otherwise what good would they be succubi, then came the last one who had just entered the room. The most beautiful of all and also your future assassin, Taehyung. The werewolf.

He approached the window. Hands behind his back with a serious look. You were intimidated by him without being able to express it. He had always been polite to you. Courteous and respectful. He seemed to come from another time and given the longevity of creatures of his type, you had no doubt that was the case.

"I'm sorry." He sensed your confusion. "For Jeongguk. His instinct is to act that way, just like Jimin. They don't know how to control themselves, so forgive them."

You knew that your goal was to be slaughtered by the man in front of you. Technically, he was the only one here who was going to hurt you but you were careful not to point that out to him.

"You smell funny." Were you stinking? "I have to admit, I haven't smelled many humans in my life but I'm sure your smell is different."

Golden eyes pierced you suddenly.

"I'd like to make you talk. He confessed. "But the choice is yours."

So he knew you were able to speak. Strange.

"Sleep better than the other nights this one." You looked at him with perpexlity. "I feel your restlessness at night. You walk, you think, you whisper." You blushed. "Tomorrow I will show you something to prepare you for the full moon."

And with that, he left.

to be continued…

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A BREATH OF FIRE ox Min Yoongi

[Hybrid Gods AU]

PART THREE

A taste of honey and dreams

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid, Kim teahyung/Human King.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

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The sun rays bathed my skin as i sat beside the river, my feet getting wet as sank them in the water warmed by the hot summer sun.

Fragments of images blurrier my vision, happening so fast. At first I was walking beside the river with the sun shining bright and the birds singing while the trees danced with the wind. Then the night fell, i laid in bed while a lady was beside me, blood all around me and I felt cold. So cold. The lady cried while holding my hand. I couldn’t move, no words came from my lips all a saw before everything changed was a shadow of a man dressed in black behind the lady.

The images changed fast, a man was in front of me. Goosebumps run all over my skin as he walked towards me but i didn’t felt frightened, I felt happy. Relived. I run to him. Arms closing around his waist tightly.

- teahyung…

My voice was a whisper under water, but my heart burned with feelings I didn’t understand. Who was this men? What where my feelings for him?

- my dear yn…. - his deep voice made me look up at him, he was beautiful but looked so sad - i missed you so much I thought i was going to die.

- Don’t said that. I’m right here my king…

Anguished i felt, so suddenly the images change but i couldn’t make out what it was. I saw fire and people running around, then a stabbing pain on my stomach. An arrow.

You know that feeling of when you swim deep in the water and come back to the surface. That was what i felt when I finally woke up from that dream.

Relief flowing through every part of my body as i took in my surroundings. The ceiling of Yoongis room, the smell of wood and cinnamon and in the background of everything else thundering.

Heavy rain fell outside, the sound of it helped in calming my fast beating heart. It felt real.

A warm weight laying over me and i knew i was safe, once my eyes fell on his face to the sight of his massy hair all over his face, one arm over my waist holding me tight. I moved his hair out of his face smiling as I look at his soft features while he sleep. Although the scar gives him a different demeanor, he just looked endearing to me.

I run my hands through his hair, softly touching the base of his long black ears that laid flat against his head, hiding on his hair you could bearly tell he had them.

A soft moan left his lips, his brows furrowed as he stoped my hand from moving. Holding it softly in his, eyes still closed he left a small kiss on the palm of my hand. For a moment i thought I had crossed the line he draw, but his reaction told me otherwise. Was he still sleeping?

My question was soon answered as golden eyes stared tiredly at me, he had a lazy look on his face and he smelled like flowers and honey. Such a different contrast as to what he usually smelled like, but still heavenly.

- are you okay? - he asked, voice raspy and deep.

- Yes… why?

- I heard your heartbeat… was it a bad dream? - his thumb moved slowly against my hand, massaging the palm as he looked at me.

- Kind of… but it was just a dream - I assured him.

He gave me a “okay” while putting my arm around his neck laying completely over me, his head over my chest. I went back at caressing his head, running my fingers against his hair.

The sound of rain and thunder in the background was so calming and peaceful i was almost drifting back to sleep again, but my mind woke up quickly at the reminder of Jimins arrival with sweet bread for breakfast, he would be delivering the bread at any time. I had to get things ready for breakfast.

- I need to get up - i said, hands sliding to his shoulders trying to move him off of me.

- No… - he only murmured. Not moving an inch.

- Yoongi… I have to make breakfast and Jimin - i tried to convince him.

- Jimin won’t be coming today… - he interrupted me.

- He won’t? - i asked, he always did - why not?

- He don’t like rain and getting wet - he said lifting his head from my chest to look at me.

- Oh… but still - i said, his golden eyes staring into mine. - if you want to stay in bed is okay, I can work by myself i just…

He didn’t let me end my sentence and was already getting up in a second.

Fixing his clothes before making his way to the door he gave me one last look.

- let’s make breakfast - he said before leaving.

I sat there stil not understanding anything. What has gotten into him?

This moody fox.

…

We eat breakfast quietly enjoying the sounds of the rainy falling outside, it had lessen from now. No thundering sounds anymore just a quite rain. It felt so peaceful as some birds where singing, happy for the rain after so many days of hot sun.

The sweet smell of coffee and honey bread brought a comfort to me, Yoongi sat in front of me this time eyes on his coffee as he drank and a book on his other hand.

I watched him as he read. His eyebrows would furrow here and there when he read something intriguing. He would lick his lips after taking a sip of his coffee then would go back his full attention towards the book in his hand.

I watched as he turned the pages, fingers sliding over the page every time he read one and went for the next one, his golden eyes looked darker this time.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer as i stared at his neck, his Adam apple moving down once he took a sip of his coffee. His colar bones showing as the hanbook was slightly opened and still messy, half of his chest exposed moving up and down slowly as he breathed, his soft skin seemed to shine over the grey light coming from the window.

I was lost in every inch of him, not even realizing he noticed me staring at him. Cup of coffee still on my hands in front my lips, to busy looking at the fox that sat in front of me to drink my coffee.

- you’re staring - he said, not looking at me. Eyes looked on the book in his hand.

- You look good… - I confess, almost inaudible checks hot and red.

He didn’t say anything but I noticed the small smile he had on his lips.

After we have breakfast i went outside, watching the rain fall in the garden. Some people don’t like the rain because it makes them sad. But i always loved the rain, it brought me serenity and calmness.

The roses seemed to bloom even more in the rain their perfume was everywhere, the garden was so beautiful it looked like a painting.

I hugged myself as a cold wind flowed through, the leaves on the floor danced around as the wind moved them.

I couldn’t help but let the flashbacks from my dream run through my mind, my heart felt heavy at the thought of the man. Just who was him?

Up until the point I touched him the dream felt like… a dream. Then it was as if i was right there. Every bit of feelings i had at that time hit me with so much pain, I loved him. And it pained me. Why?

- what’s going on the head of yours? - Yoongi said behind me. I turned to him noticing he changed his clothes. Now wearing a black hanbook.

- Nothing. - i said, for some reason telling him about another man didn’t felt right to me.

- Don’t lie to me… - he walked in my direction, out of instinct I walked back making him stop then he walked towards me with absurd speed, holding me against the wall. Golden eyes burning into mine.

- Yoongi…

- You promised me… - he said, as if not believing in it - you promised you wouldn’t… - before he could finished I stoped him, I knew what he was thinking. I knew he thought that mark on my hand was still reason to make me uncomfortable.

- And I’m keeping my promise, it’s not that… - i assured him, the worry in his eyes subsiding - the dream… i think I saw my past life.

I finally take it out of my chest what has been ghosting around my mind, a sight of relief coming from his lips worry slowly leaving his features, his glare on me wasn’t angry anymore but gentle and understanding.

I knew he just worries about me, somewhere in his heart he cares for me and just want to protect me. It felt hard on me keeping things from him knowing that. But at the same time, those were things I wasn’t even sure of yet.

- sorry… - i said, guilt weighting on me for making him worried about me - i should’ve told before.

I know I could tell him about everything but it still confused me, i didn’t know anything i saw in that dream.

- No… it’s okay - he told me, pausing for a moment.

He looked to the side before looking back me, his hand leaving my sides as one he held my chin slowly caressing it, the other rested on my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath before looking back into mine.

- what did you saw? - he was more gentle now, still caressing my chin.

- I can’t really tell… - I tried hard to picture the images I saw in my dream - i only saw fragments of images…

I wondered what i could tell him about the dream and from some reason telling him about the men i supposed I was in love with seemed to bother me, it felt wrong as I was in his arms.

- there was a man his name was Taehyung, i think he was the king…i called him that… - I tell him.

- Just that? - he asked. Curiosity shining in his golden eyes. He was giving me all of his attention.

- I saw how I died… - I could still feel the way the arrow went into me, a chill running down my spine as i remember it - the rest was only in fragments nothing clear…

He sighted, hand falling on my waist as he pulled me closer for a hug. Burying his face on my neck as he moved his hands up and down my sides in a gentle caress, i closed my arms around his neck embracing him back. His delicious smell of wood and cinnamon surrounding me.

He began to slowly leave small kisses on my skin, starting from the back of my ear down my neck and colar bone. Stopping to look me in the eyes again, our foreheads touching and the tip of his nose slightly brushing against mine.

He moved us forward, pushing me completely against the wall, a gasp of surprise falling from my lips. His hands holding me tightly against him, body fully against mine as his golden eyes burned with so much fire over every inch of me. I felt like melting as one of his hands held my chin up, his face nearly inches away from mine lips brushing over mine. I closed my eyes waiting for him.

- am i interrupting something?

Yoongi pulled out from me so fast at the source of voice I almost lost my balance. It was Jimin. He wore a baby pink hanbook that shined on the silver light of the sky, it gave him a look at cuteness and innocence.

- don’t you hate rain? - Yoongi said, i notice the slight impatience on his tone. Angry from being interrupted.

- Yes - Jimin walked to us then pointed to the sky - but it stopped… - he looked at us both up and down eyes stopping at Yoongis hand still on my waist.

I quickly brushed Yoongis hand off and made my way towards Jimin, taking his hand in mine quickly running away from there with him. Yoongi looked like he could punch him at any moment. I didn’t want that to happen.

- so good to see you made it today - i said, rushing inside the house - did you brought that delicious bread?

- You bet! - he answered excited.

Once inside he went straight towards the small table in the middle of the kitchen, putting the basket with all the bread and sweets on it. I was immediately hit by the delicious smell of it. He opened the basket and my mouth watered at the sight of so many different kinds of sweet. Straight out of the oven, I could tell from the small mist coming from them. There was a small bread full of sugar and strawberry jam, a bread bathed on honey, small and round shining with honey all over it.

- oh my, Jimin! - I exclaimed eyeing the sweets - they look so good!

- Try this - he gave me the strawberry one, i took it from his hand and it was impossible not to get sugar all over my fingers. And the taste? Simply delicious and so juice. The strawberry jam was sweet and perfect.

- It’s so good oh! - I complement him. Mouth full and lips covered on sugar.

He smiled shyly a bit of red on his checks, he turned to take the breads out of the basket putting them over the table.

- Is it that good? - Yoongi suddenly said coming towards me and Jimin, I watched as he slowly made his way towards me.

He had that look on his face. The one he had on the bath last night, golden and fierce. Long ears standing proud on his head as he walked towards me as if i was his pray, before I could try to escape he was right there in front of me.

- let me try it - he said once he stood in front of me. Golden eyes never leaving mine.

I swallow hard, not once did it crossed my mind he would hold my hand with the bread and bring it towards his mouth taking a bite of the bread so slowly. Torturing me with his golden eyes staring straight into mine as he licked the sugar off his lips. Same lips that were on my skin not long ago. It was turture.

His hand slided down my arm slowly, he made sure to touch every centimeter of it after he’s done.

- delicious indeed - he said, never once did those golden eyes left mine - oh… you got some sugar here.

He moved his hand to my face, thumb sliding over my lips taking all the sugar from it. Golden eyes fallowing his touch over my lower lip, looking up into mine only to lick off the sugar from lips on his thumb, so damn slowly.

My mind was going places. Racing with thoughts and my body burned everywhere he touched.

- Should I… should i make some tea to drink with the bread? - I try to run away from that awkwardness. Jimin only looked at us confused before saying a small yes, he didn’t understand what was happening and it showed in his eyes.

To be honest neither did i. Yoongi has been acting different towards me ever since he came covered in blood, more touchy and protective over me. It made me nervous. So nervous at how much i desired him. Did he felt that too?

As i make the tea Jimin tells me he’d get the table ready and i decide to make a Chamomile and peach tea, I fill the kettle with water and turn the stove on. Watching as the fire starts to heat up the kettle and i put the tea inside the teapot. Since i had my back towards them the whole time i didn’t notice Yoongi coming behind me until he corners me against the sink, both his hands on each sides of my body. His soft breath hitting the back of my neck sending chills down my spine.

- did i made you uncomfortable? - he asked, worry in his voice.

- No… - i whisper, wondering if this was about the strawberry bread or the incident outside before. - not uncomfortable, just…

- Nervous? - he didn’t let me finish not single drop of worry in his voice this time, his lips slightly brushing on my neck. I could only nod. - good.

Good.

A ghost of a whisper as he then left to sit in front of Jimin on the table. I swallowed hard, checks burning red.

What does that mean? Does he know how he makes me feel? Does he know i want him… is he doing it on purpose?

I didn’t thought much of it as the kettle was starting to make an annoying sound, i pored the hot water in the teapot breathing the smell of peaches and chamomile.

We can deal with it later.

….

Jimin and Yoongi were talking a lot more today, and i quietly watched them as they proceeded to make a comfortable conversation. Yoongi seemed to be in a better mood today, they talked about different topics and things i didn’t understand about their world. Jimin would explain to me excited at my curiosity and Yoongi would listen and watch us, a found smile on his face.

Time passed so fast i didn’t realized we’ve been talking for hours till Jimin says he has to go now, Yoongi fallows him outside turning back to me only to say he has some fox duties today.

I only nodd and smile to him, assuring him it’s fine. He gives me one last smile before going for real.

Once it was just me in the house i took my time to clean up the table and put the food in their place. After that i decided to read something till Yoongi comes back, so i went to our room stopping in front of his bookshelf. I picked a book of poetry which had a red cover with the name written in gold.

Sitting on the bed i got comfortable before i began to read, line after line the book getting me completely into it. The soft sounds of rain falling outside was music to my ears as i continued to read, looking outside of the window from time to time admiring the rain.

One thing added to the other, the smell of honey and the sounds of rain falling down. My mind was being serenaded by the words in the book and everything seemed to be so peaceful and comfortable.

Eyes staring to get heavy and slowly i fell asleep, face over the book but still so comfortable. How?

I didn’t worry about that in the moment, my only thought being how comfy I felt in that moment. Falling into a deep sleep.

More and more deep.

Yn.

The sound of rain further away from my mind.

Yn.

Deeper into the darkness of my dreams.

- yn… - a deep calm voice whisper in my ear. - my darling please wake up for me?

Hands moved up on my back, it didn’t scared me far from it. His touch felt nice. So deliciously nice.

- humm… Teahyung? - still sleepy I said.

- yes my darling…

My eyes opened slowly and I took in his face. He was over me, his hands caressing my face so delicately. A found smile on his lips.

- I’ve missed you my queen… - he said, before lowering down to kiss me and I closed my eyes waiting.

Everything changed in a second after that, I opened my eyes at the sudden feeling of cold only to see the full moon shined bright in the sky as i looked at it. It didn’t bring me comfort as it usually did, no.

This time I felt pain. The more I looked at it the more it pained me.

- yn…?

I turned to him immediately as I hear his voice asking for me, a hopeless sight escaping my lips at the sight of him. Covered in blood again, the sword on his right hand.

- no, Yoongi… - my voice was bearly a whisper.

- yn?… - the sound of his voice cracking as he walked towards me, eyes shining but this time it was from tears.

I walked towards him as he came to me, tears falling over his face. He looked so terribly sad and lost, I just wanted to hold him in my arms.

But he walked right through me.

I stoped in my tracks. It took me a second to realized. I didn’t wanted to turn around, deep down I kinda knew what was waiting for me. Even so I turned back, only to see the the flames growing more and more on the house, his house was on fire. Falling apart.

Yoongi fell down on his knees in front of what i now realized was… my dead body, he held me against him crying out loud. His cries where a punch to my stomach. Each time another painful cry left his lips was a painful stab into my heart. Tears falling on my face and i kept screaming to him. “I’m here” “I’m alive” “please… look at me”.

But he never did.

That felling of almost drowning but then coming back to the surface, waking up from that dream felt like dying and then being forced to come back. My chest was hurting painfully, my body still recovering from the dream, that pain felt so real and heavy on my chest.

If I closed my eyes again i could still hear his cries, wiping a single tear off my face as i remember it. How was that so clear? It felt so real i couldn’t make it up.

The sound of rain was heavy now, i looked up the window to see the sky has darkened. I must’ve been asleep for a long time, taking a deep breath i made my way out of the bed. Wondering if Yoongi had come back already or if he’ll come back only tomorrow morning like usual.

A sudden need to see him filling my chest, i just wanted to make sure he was okay. I didn’t think i would be able to wait until the morning to see him, not after that nightmare. In such short period of time he became so dear to me.

I didn’t spear any seconds as i quickly got out of the room, not seeing any sign of him in the house i make my outside.

That weight of worry melted out off of me as soon as my eyes landed on his figure, he was sitting on the porch a serene look on his features as he watched the heavy rain falling. For a moment i just watched him, taking in his presence. I felt like crying for some reason but held back.

He noticed my presence as he looked over at me and a small smile made its way to his lips, i felt so relieved walking towards him. Yoongi seemed to notice something wasn’t right as he took me by the waist as soon as i was in front of him. My arms closing around his neck as i hugged him tight.

- is something wrong? - he whispered in my ear.

- i thought you wouldn’t come back today - i reply, burying my face in his neck.

- sorry.

It wasn’t just any apology, he understood exactly what I meant and i know deep down he meant it for last time and for now. When he wouldn’t come back from his duties, and when he came covered… i just held him tighter as the image of him like that crossed my mind. We held each other for so long the sky began to clear, I looked up to find the moon shining over us.

For the first time i didn’t want to look at it, it made me nauseous. Something about it didn’t felt right with me, a sudden need to challenge it.

Sliding my arms over Yoongis i looked over his face, beautiful golden eyes staring into mine. We were so close yet i needed more.

- we should go inside… - he murmured - it’s getting colder.

I simply nodded letting him guide me back inside the house, his hand in mine the whole time.

Once in his room he turned to me, one hand gently caressing my face. The other one on my waist as he walked making me walk backwards slowly till the back of my knees touch the bed, I sat down looking up at him as he continues to caress my chin.

- you look tense… - his voice dark and velvet - allow me to… help you relax? - I feel a chill on my skin as he leans down, his face mere centimeters close to mine.

I swallow hard as he then draws his finger down from my chin to my neck and along my colar bone. Leaving a ghost of a kiss on my check he stands upwards walking to my right he sit beside me before sliding to sit behind me, both his thighs on each side of my body. I could still feel the tip of his finger dancing along my skin.

I almost lost my breath as he moves my hair gently to the side fingertips brushing slightly against my skin, just a simple movement but the way he does it makes into so much more. One arm circling around my waist as he than opened the not i made on the clothe i wore. He pushed slightly down making me hold it against my chest, turning to look at him from the side.

- don’t worry… - he murmured against the back of my hair - I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.

He began to push it down again just enough to expose my colar bones and shoulders . His hands sliding up my arms so slowly it felt like torture, he always loved to tease me I knew that. But this time it felt so nice I simply closed my eyes allowing him to do as he pleases, enjoying every second of it.

His warm fingers finally coming in touch with my shoulders as he slowly added some pressure with the tip of his fingers, massaging my neck in slow movements of up and down.

I had to bite my lips to hold a moan as he focused on my neck, aplaying pressure with his thumb in the back of my neck and slowly sliding down his fingers on my colar bones.

A long sight escaped me as i leaned my head back against his touch, feeling his breath hit the back of my neck as he came closer to me. He held me against him making sure i lean on him, completely rested over his body. He left small kisses along my neck, my hands resting on his thighs as he began to use his teeth on my skin. So slightly i could bearly feel yet enough to make his canines known.

- is this okay? - he suddenly asked.

- yes… - i could bearly say anything, completely lost on his touch.

I felt his smile over my skin, he was enjoying the effects he had on me. Yoongi continued the assault on my neck, this time leaving long wet kisses over it taking long licks on my skin from my shoulder up to my ear leaving a long kiss behind it. Sucking on it more harshly, his teeth clearly scratching my skin this time he was leaving marks all over it i could feel it.

His hands holding my waist tighter and tighter each time, i could feel his breathing turning faster as he held me against him. One final kiss over the curve of my neck, his hands sliding up almost too close to my chest but never trespassing it. He groaned against my skin slightly moving his hips up.

- Yoongi… - i moaned, grabbing his thighs sticking my nails on him.

Turning my face towards him i searched for what i needed the most now, his lips. One hand grabbing the back of his neck towards me to finally kiss him. We both moaned at the touch, wet lips finally meeting each other.

I wish I could say it was a romantic kiss but, it wasn’t. It was sexual and full of desire, tongues fighting for space savoring each other’s taste. We been teasing each other for so long, waiting for one to finally give in. Not leaving space for curtesy, he bit into my bottom lip just to lick over again.

One arm around my waist he held me tight before turning me over as he stayed above me, golden eyes shining under the dim light of his room. Lips red and plump from the kiss, his pointy fangs showing a bit as he smirked coming down to leave a small kiss on my lips.

Then my neck leaving a tray of kisses all over my chest and between my boobs, opened the hanbook completely now my body on display for him as he kept leaving kisses over my skin down towards my bellybutton. Hands over my hips as he slides them up over my ribs then down using the tips of his finger nails carving my skin, goosebumps flowing up my body at his touch making my arch my back.

Eyes closed as I felt him leave more kisses all over my hips, fingers sliding under the sides of my underwear over my hips to push them down. Taking them off completely from me, he stayed there on his knees just looking at me, cold wind coming from the window hitting my body making my nipples harden immediately.

He brought his hands over my knees, brushing his thumb over them slightly before opening my legs for him. His eyes savory every centimeter of my body, once he was satisfied he began to lower down towards my belly.

Leaving mouthed kisses and bites over my skin making a tray down where I needed him the most, his hands held my thighs in place as he gave my pussy a long lick.

I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to his touch, my back arching immediately seeking more of him. Hips rocking against his face.

- Yoongi… - i moan. His name falling from my lips like sugar, I feel him crave his nails deeper into my flash.

He started with long licks over my clit, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he began to suck on it moaning against my pussy. The wet sounds from his mouth on me driving me completely insane, every movement of his tongue against me sending a burning desire over my body, I couldn’t stop my body from moving against him.

It made him hold my thighs harder as he stared to move his tongue faster against me, one of my hands grabbing his hair as he sucked on my clit harder. He moaned against me, the vibrations of his voice making me go more and more wilder.

I was getting closer, he could fell it as he continued to move his tongue faster not stop in even fora second.

- Yoongi… - i moaned out his name, grabbing his hair harder as he groaned against my pussy.

I was so close I could feel my heart beating faster against my chest, blood burning through my veins. My hips moving against his face uncontrollably as I held his hair between my fingers, his nails leaving red marks over my thighs.

He continued to suck on my clit his voice vibrating against me, I could feel the heavy burning sensation of my high coming. I was head in the clouds so close to it. But then he stopped. I groaned inpatient. He lifted his head up from my pussy, smirk on his wet lips as he stared into my eyes with his golden ones.

His right hand sliding down my thigh.

- you taste so good… - he said over his lashes, I looked at him still coming from my high. - i taste you all night….

I could say anything. He didn’t gave me much time, pushing my hips against his face again. His tongue inside me as he used his finger to touch my swollen clit. My whole body was burning with his touches. Moving his tongue in and out of me so slowly in the most delicious way.

Hand instinctively gabbing his hair again as I rocked my hips up and down against his face, fallowing his peace. I felt my high coming again, so close but he never stopped his peace. I felt like a could met every time he moved his tongue inside me. Legs shaking around him, I couldn’t control my body anymore.

Begging him for more.

My feet sliding down over his back stopping at his bottom, he groaned against me. Sucking on my clit he inserted his finger inside my pussy, finally giving me what I wanted.

Meet sounds coming from his fingers fucking me as he continued to lick and suck on my clit, I was a complete mess. Legs shaking beside his head getting closer and closer to my orgasm, he kept going faster groaning against me.

- Yoongi… so close… - i moaned his name, grabbing his hair harder.

A wave of relief filled me, my heart was racing and my whole body felt so light. Everything felt so deliciously good I couldn’t explain. Looking down between my legs Yoongi now moved slower as I came into his fingers, he rode out my orgasm with his tongue, licking all traces of it from my pussy.

I caressed his hair as he began to trace the skin of my thigh with his finger, licking his wet lips he stared at me. Golden eyes shining brighter than I have ever seen, the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air coming from him more noticeable than ever.

His finger slides down, stoping at my hip and than sliding over my pussy so slowly a ghost of a touch, he moved his finger deeper against my clit deliciously finally sliding inside me again.

- Yoongi, no… - i manege to whisper to him. He chuckled not stoping his movements. - no I can’t again…

- Yes you can… - he murmured, low voice full of desire dripping from his mouth.

With that he slides another finger inside me making me arch my back, my hands closing into fists as I grabbed the sheets. He lowered his head down on me again, this time sucking over my clit as he moved his fingers in and out of me painfully slow.

- no… - i moaned again, but he didn’t stop. At this point I didn’t wanted him to.

- Come for me again y/n… - he growled over me, coming back for my mouth as he kissed me harshly.

I moaned against his mouth as he began to move his fingers faster, using his thumb to move over my clit as he went faster. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me sinfully, his groans against my lips all driving me towards the edge again. Tasting myself on his lips, he slides his tongue against mine making me moan in his mouth.

My hands holding his shoulders tighter the closer I got, scratching his skin deeper his moans driving me completely insane.

- more, Yoongi…

- that’s my girl… - he said over my ear, leaving a kiss over it - com for me again…

- Yoongi…

I held on into him harder the closer I got, his finger moving in and out of me faster. He continued his assault on my neck as I held into his shoulders, nails marking his skin hiding my face on the curve of his neck.

I could feel that wave filling me up again, painfully slow and so good. My hips moving against his finger as he drove me to my second orgasm, I moaned out his name sinking my teeth over his neck.

I felt his voice vibrate through his skin as he groaned in pleasure, my nails sliding down his back leaving marks. He moved his finger slower driving the last bit of my orgasm.

My head was in the clouds again, my whole body felt so heavy and tired.

I moaned once he took his finger out of me, leaving a kiss over my check he stared into my eyes.

- that’s my girl… - he said, caressing my bottom lip with his wet thumb - taste yourself for me hum?

Slowly I opened my mouth for him, taking in his two fingers that were inside my pussy. Tasting my own juice as he looked at me with such pleasure, bitting into his own lips as I suck on his fingers. Feeling the soft tips slide against my tongue, wet with my cum. Holding his wrist as i suck on them, eyes locked with his golden ones.

- fuck.. - he cursed, closing his eyes - you’re driving me crazy y/n…

He slides them off my mouth licking them before coming back for a kiss, lips moving slightly against mine. Leaving one last kiss over my check, he caressed my face golden eyes staring into mine with adoration.

- you should rest now - he whispered against my neck.

- but you… - i moved my hands up his shoulders which he takes them into his to put them by my sides on the bed.

- i can wait for you tomorrow… - he pressed a kiss over my ear - I’ll need you full rested.

- oh… - i simple said, realization hitting me. He chuckled.

One hand he bald my thigh over his hip the other around my neck as he pushed me up to lay over him, my head resting against his chest as he still held my leg over his hips.

His hand caressed my head softly as the sound of his heart beat slowly draw me to sleep, my eyes feeling heavier each time.

The rain outside still falling heavy, thunder lightning above in the sky. The smell of rain misture with his heavenly perfume of wood and cinnamon, I held him tighter as i finally embraced my sleep.

That night I had no dreams of my past life.

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