#child!yoongi

[magicshop]

it's burning up

[rjshope]

Taehyung in pink flower shirt

for @cordiallyfuturedwight🌸

+bonus: Daegu boys

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

UPDATE: 29.07.2024

NOTE: You can find other masterlists in my mother masterlist

I have updated the following masterlists:

Maurauders Era Masterlist - Series

Marauders Era Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Genshin Impact Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Criminal Minds Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

OT7 Masterlist - One-Shots/Drabbles

Avengers Masterlist - Series

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[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter eight

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Notes:

Trigger Warning: Grief, loss of a child. Lots of angst in this chapter guys, be prepared.

PREVIOUS FINAL

You had never imagined what it would be like to have a child. Not before seeing a positive pregnancy test shortly after breaking up with the potential love of your life. The funny thing is, you thought that breaking up with him would be incredibly painful. It actually took you two weeks to gather the courage to break up with Yoongi. You couldn't find a way to end something that had been so important to you until then. But then you found out you were pregnant, and suddenly, Yoongi didn't seem like the most important thing anymore. In fact, you found out that you were more important. You didn't tell anyone until you decided what to do with your situation. You thought about giving the baby up for adoption, wondered if you really wanted to continue the pregnancy, if you wanted to be someone's mother. Until your belly started to grow, you began to feel like a mother even before having a child in your arms. You didn't tell anyone until you decided what to do with your situation. You thought about giving the baby up for adoption, wondered if you really wanted to continue the pregnancy, if you wanted to be someone's mother. Until your belly started to grow, you began to feel like a mother even before having a child in your arms.

"What happened?" You ask as you notice you're in a hospital bed surrounded by machines and important wires. Yoongi is surprised to see you awake. He looks worn out too. Eyes full of dark circles, swollen face.

"You had a hemorrhage. And you lost consciousness. I was so afraid of losing you, you have no idea." Yoongi says, holding your hand. You watch him start to get emotional, you even try to hug him but can't.

"I can't move properly with all these machines on me. But know that I would like to hug you right now. I really would. And our daughter? Where is she?" You ask, getting a little nervous.

"She... she was beautiful. So beautiful. I swear she reminded me so much of you. She was so fragile, so as soon as she was born, the doctors did everything they could to help her survive. But our daughter... she didn't make it." Yoongi speaks with a shaky voice as if he can't say out loud what happened. You however failed to understand how this could happen. She was healthy, you loved her, you two were waiting for her. She already had a family. It already had a name. In your head, she already had a little face.  As you thought about your daughter, tears began to stream down your eyes. And a pain hit you. The pain of loss.

"But, we did everything... as it should be. We went to the doctor, we bought clothes, we were learning to live as a family. She can't not be here." Saying that was like a punch in your stomach. You felt like your world was shaking. As you cried, Yoongi held your hand with some firmness.

"The medical team did everything they could. But it was a delicate situation. Our baby did her best while she could, I can tell you that. The doctors said that sometimes, unfortunately, some babies don't survive. And that we shouldn't blame ourselves, there was nothing that could be done differently. " Yoongi is clearly trying to be strong for you. 

"Did you see her? What did our little princess look like?" You say feeling your eyes start to get blurry from crying. Your real desire was to scream, to beg for this to be a nightmare. 

"Her nose was like yours, her lips too. She took her eyes from me but the rest was you. I was able to hold her while she..." You began to imagine what it would be like to see your daughter.  Hold her on your lap, feed her. 

"Do you think we're being punished? For wanting to start this off as a lie?" You ask, crying even harder. Yoongi then hugged you as best as he could. 

"No. I think our little princess did her job here and went to rest. None of this is our fault." Yoongi speaks softly, comforting you and you manage to put your head under his chest, looking for reassurance. After that you don't even remember when you stopped crying. She only remembers the emptiness she felt in the following weeks while waiting to be released from the hospital.   

Some time later...

"Thank you for coming to pick me up from the hospital. Going home alone would be really bad." You say, placing your toiletry bag inside the suitcase that Yoongi brought for you.

"We're married. I'll stay by your side until you don't want me to." Yoongi says, helping you with your suitcase and guiding you to the hospital reception.  

"Still. You've been a support, husband, since we lost our most prized possession." You say as you’re getting into Yoongi’s car, who is obviously in disguise. We don't want reporters finding out about all this, or invading this moment.

"I'll take you to a place. Before we go home, of course." Yoongi says while driving seriously. You haven't had much spirit after what happened so you just shake your head positively. You didn't even think much about where he was planning to go. Until you noticed you were getting close to a cemetery and instantly knew what you were going to do.

"Do you think I'm ready to..." You say fearfully but Yoongi turns to you, helping you take off your belt.

"I think if you don't do this, you'll feel worse. Saying goodbye is an essential part of moving on." Yoongi speaks as he guides you to where your daughter is buried.

"What if I can't move on?" You ask as you walk next to Yoongi. 

"Then I will accompany you." Yoongi says and then holds your hand. It’s a gentle, gentle act that makes you feel like you can find comfort with Yoongi. You arrive in front of your daughter's tombstone. You're amazed at how Yoongi managed to handle everything about your daughter's funeral while you were in the hospital.

"Our girl is here. I hope she knows she was loved by her parents." You say, looking at Yoongi tenderly, hoping to find the same feeling in his eyes. A feeling that you still don't know what it is but you know that if anyone will understand you it's Yoongi. 

"She knows." Yoongi says, still holding your hand and stroking it. You look at your daughter's tombstone and place a blanket on top of her, which you bought for when she was born.

"Mommy bought this blanket to bring you home. So I'm going to leave this blanket with you, my daughter." You speak to your daughter's tombstone. Then you and Yoongi head towards your house.

[idesani]

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[yearofinstitutionalization]

265/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[justasopearchive]

LIKE….

[wallbeatjournal]

JIMIN MENTION. Riverdale characters as BTS members

unfortunately i did workshop this with the army gc and i think i have a proposal. it doesn't totally work because of gender dynamics and the way the universes of corporate-competitive art performance and riverdale aren't really quite aligned, but i think i got somewhere.

RIVERDALE MAINS AS BTS MEMBERS:

jughead = rm / kim namjoon. iconoclast. the lyricist-narrator of the whole deal. the link to the big corporate-bureaucratic metaplot in the sky. a typewriter kind of guy. there are so so so many of him and sometimes they interact. queerbait-complicit and yet sidestepping it.

reggie = jin / kim seokjin. the negotiator. the big-city boyfriend from the hallmark movie. the nation's son-in-law but DID flirt with your grandmother and your dad at the function. fed that mean old man from his bare hand. schemes and scams, less opportunistically than as a vocational calling. second place to karl marx and knows it.

betty = suga / min yoongi. she's resisting her idol image with her gratuitously-edgy secondary persona but she's still your poor little meow meow, your baby. she's alert! she's fractured! her amygdala is working sooo hard. her shadow grows and grows and she's avoiding it she's looking at it she's avoiding it she's looking. don't say tangerine.

veronica = j-hope / jung hoseok. idk it's about perfectionism. it's about how CRYING 👏 DOES 👏 NOT 👏 FIT 👏 WITH 👏 HER 👏 LIFE'S 👏 VIBE. it's about lean-in girlbossism. it's about success not creating psychological safety (but she wants more anyway bc what else is she here to do). she's nice but she's ruthless but she loves you!! and on several tragic levels iykyk: she da bus driver all of a sudden.

kevin = jimin. compulsive joiner. compulsive people-pleaser. compulsive flirt. compulsive. mapplethorpe fanboy. gender outlaw. a smoke-show, now. most likely to charm a late night talk show host. queerbaiter of the cruising-coded-crowd-scene variety. most likely to put it all on the line for a little cabaret ♥

cheryl = v / kim taehyung. questionable art appreciator. questionable painter. questionable self portrait accumulator. high-aesthetic curator of Scenes and Situations. president of gay fanservice (self-appointed). glamorous alien OR reclusive little freak. if the high-aesthetic, melodramatic-literary closet case lament fits.

archie = jungkook. golden boy all-rounder. beefcake-on-display. designated himbo. Wants To Help. will NOT contribute to a conversation so don't even try. gives kind of a sincere wounded baby animal quality at times. queerbait via lore-relevant chime card sponcon (this isn't jarchie but it does make you ask yourself "is charlie puth sort of jugheadcore, if jughead sucked (derogatory) instead of sucking (complimentary)?")

[sugaglos]

Comparing yourself to Yoongi is so wild. What, you think you can compete or replace him in my heart? Know your fucking place, pleb

[indigodawns]

started begins youth let's go hyyh let's gooooo

[agustdsciggy]

My D-Day merch is finally here and i want to cry!!!!!! I have to wait until my little lust demon is in bed to open it because it’s all white (of course) & his hands are perpetually dirty. How am i even going to wear this stuff.

[gayfrog1995]

he’s my barbie

[adrlx613]

it’s going to be okay

because the me of today

is okay 🩶

[bts-hyperfixation]

I am currently feeling excessive levels of delusion. Someone needs to f****** slap me

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ boxer!jungkook (3) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist closed

boxer jk x neuro doctor oc

valentines day

jealousy ? miscommunication ? light angst

note: 2 more parts and then we're done !! crazy that i srsly started this jus when bad habit is coming up like WHAT pls someone tell me to chill.

//

jungkook slams his car doors and rushes through the hospital doors. 

he moves fast and swiftly, hoping that catching you at 5PM wouldn’t be too late. he weaves through the sterile hallways, pulse high in his throat. the bouquet in his hands trembles slightly, a contrast to his steady, calloused fingers. the bouquet is simple. it really hit him at the flower shop that he doesn’t even know your favourite colour yet. that sent him through a very mild (but still valid) panic attack. 

he chose to trust whatever the flouriest suggested (and what he felt was right).

white roses with dyed lilac baby’s breaths to fill he spaces between. the bouquet looks like something that belongs in your hands. it feels like too much and not enough all at once—it’s perfect.

as he gets lost in his thoughts, jungkook nearly collides with namjoon by the nurse’s station.

"jungkook?—what—" namjoon stares at him, then at his hands. "are you okay? why are you here? what are those?"

jungkook swallows, glancing at the flowers, then back up. 

"it's valentine's day," he says, breathless. "it's a long shot, i know... but i—"

his voice tapers off. 

from the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you stepping out of an on-call room. you’re stretching, arms lifting above your head, a small yawn slipping past your lips. he takes a step forward instinctively—only to stop cold when another figure emerges behind you.

the guy is close. closer than jungkook wants. almost as close as he has ever been to you. the mans head dips low, murmuring something in your ear. and you—

you laugh. 

easily, effortlessly. 

something warm and unguarded. something real.

jungkook's fingers tighten around the bouquet, stems pressing into his palm. 

fuck, he thinks to himself. that’s unfair. 

it's so fucking unfair. 

getting you to smile is hard enough. he’s spent months chipping away at the walls you keep up, collecting crumbs of your attention like a starved man, and here that man with the same white coat and navy blue scrubs is, making you laugh like it’s second nature… like it's easy.

namjoon shifts beside him, following his gaze.

"that's doctor min yoongi," namjoon offers after a beat. "he and doctor ___ have been working on a case together. he's in peds—his four-year-old patient has been having really bad seizures."

jungkook forces himself to blink, to breathe. "is the kid doing okay?"

"yeah. the kid is in good hands. those two are a good team."

"yeah?" jungkook croaks, his voice coming off sharper than intended. "are they… dating?"

namjoon shrugs. 

"dunno," he answers jungkook simply. then, namjoon’s pager beeps. he checks it before patting jungkook’s shoulder and excusing himself. soon, namjoon disappears down the hall. 

yet, jungkook barely notices namjoon leave. 

because now, you’ve spotted him.

your eyes meet his, and for a split second, he wants to convince himself that something flickers across your face—surprise, maybe. something softer. something for him.

want?

he should leave. 

he should turn around, toss the bouquet in the nearest trash bin, pretend this never happened. but before he can, you’re walking toward him, feet moving quicker the closer you get.

he grips the bouquet tighter.

"hey," you greet him sleepily. "are you in for something today?"

jungkook wants to be cheeky. he wants to tease you, to get your attention, to keep it. he wants to press his forehead against your shoulder and breathe you in. he wants to kick the floor like a child, ball his fists, demand you look at him the way you just looked at yoongi.

instead, he clears his throat. 

"no," he admits. "it's the 14th."

"it is."

"happy valentine’s day."

you huff a small laugh. "happy valentine’s day. are those for—"

"you."

your eyes widen slightly. "me?"

"you."

he thrusts the bouquet forward, watching as you take it, fingers brushing against his. the touch is fleeting, barely there, but it makes something in his chest clench.

then—

"what's this?"

yoongi.

his presence is sudden and unwelcome (to jungkook). he stands just a little too close, his voice warm, his smile easy. jungkook watches, stiff, as yoongi extends a hand.

"hi, i'm yoongi. are you—"

"he's namjoon's patient," you answer before jungkook can. "i covered joon’s shift, like, six months ago and treated him."

yoongi nods, humming. before he can say anything else, his pager beeps. a second later, yours does too. 

jungkook hates this. it feels so slow and painful. why does it feel like this? why does he suddenly feel like shit? is this even… jealousy? it doesn’t feel like it. 

no. 

it just feels like he’s losing. 

defeat.

"shit," yoongi mutters, glancing at the screen. "take your time with…?"

"jungkook," he completes yoongi’s sentence. for some reason, it comes off sharp and dry. even you notice because you look at him questionably. 

"jungkook," yoongi repeats, offering a small smile. "nice meeting you. see you in a bit, ___."

yoongi places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. you smile at him and murmur; “see you.” then, yoongi walks off. once he’s out of sight, you exhale, turn and tap the bouquet against jungkook’s arm gently. he looks at you and for a moment, you feel like the world shifted.

this is the first time you're face to face with him with no bruise or scrape. his hair looks freshly showered and he's in a black hoodie that makes you wonder if you'd look good in it.

shit.

he's fucking handsome.

"hey," you start, hesitating. you tone is soft and comes off as a whisper to him. jungkook knows what you're about to say and braces himself for the goodbye. "i gotta go and catch up with him. there's this kid—"

"yeah," jungkook cuts in, forcing a grin. "go."

you smile at him and hesitate again. it’s weird… it’s like you want to do something—hug him, maybe, or reach for his hand. instead, you swallow, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. though you said you have to leave, your body stays still. 

like it’s waiting for more of him. 

just as you’re about to reach for him, jungkook cuts the silence with words you didn’t expect him to say.

"i thought you said you don’t date doctors."

jungkook doesn’t know why or how they slip out of his mouth. they just do. truthfully, he struggles to figure out if this was the wrong move… but it’s too late. he has to commit to it now. 

you blink, lips parting slightly.

jungkook steps back. "you know what? i gotta go too. happy valentine’s day, ___."

"wait, jungkook—"

but he’s already turning. already walking away, steps fast, jaw tight, heart twisting in a way he doesn’t know how to name.

5 minutes. that's all he got with you today.

is that all he'll ever get? is this it? is this the closest he'll be to you? just a patient—not even yours. namjoon's patient.

fuck.

jungkook hisses as he exits the hospital. he gets into his car and grips the steering wheel tightly as he starts the engine and drives back to the ring.

and you stand there, confused and annoyed at yourself…

partly because you didn’t even get the chance to say thank you for the flowers and partly because you can’t believe the bouquet is lilac. 

your favourite colour.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 05 - Dragon Cock]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Dragon!Yoongi, Fantasy!AU, Secret Love!AU

Kinks: dragon cock, cunnilingus, magical spit, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetrative sex, he tries so hard to be gentle with her, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, praise, strength kink, size kink (he is a lot bigger ‘cause dragon yk), giddy aftercare

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: i love him i love him i love him!! he is my beloved pookie and i’ve only known him for one day! also, click this link if you wanna see his delicacies :) i’m serious, do it :)

You lived in Bailemon, which liked to consider itself a town, but it was very far from that. It was small, perhaps even small enough to be considered a village instead of a town. Not many outsiders visited Bailemon because it was far from big cities, nestled between two high mountain ranges and hidden in a dense forest. The roads were passable, but not good. People here lived from the forest and from the little mountainous farming they were able to do during the warmer months.

Your town – or village – had a village square where each second day, the farmers and merchants gathered to sell their goods. In autumn, there was a festival of fire held on the square to ward off the evil spirits of winter. Bailemon also had a place of worship, which was considered holy beyond comparison. It was said that on its grounds, evil cannot tread and in times of danger, one should run to it for shelter.

The people in your village were superstitious, they believed in ghosts, dark magic and demons. You knew their superstition to be justified. This world was dark. The nights during the cold months were too long not to bring forth evil. But you also knew that stuff like holy grounds were nothing but lies to make life in the village easier. Evil walks where it pleases, it takes what it wants and leaves no room for escape.

You lived in the village with your aging parents, taking care of them as their only surviving child. You had a brother once, but he walked into the forest one day and never returned. People say that evil spirits got him, but you know that this was a lie because you looked for him. At least you tried to because you never found him nor traces of evil spirits. You are convinced that it was simply a pack of hungry wolves which took him from your family. Or perhaps he ran away to somewhere warmer and happier. You wouldn’t blame him.

As the only living child of your parents, it became your duty to tend to them in their growing age. You earned money forging swords for the Queen’s army and went hunting whenever food ran out. You also helped the farmers shoe their horses and ox and sometimes scared villagers came to you asking for yet another lock for their front door. Your family lived well thanks to you, even if work by the forge was hard and difficult.

If you weren’t sweating by the scorching fire or hunting in the forest, you walked it in search of berries and mushrooms or to train with your sword. The reason however why you walked the woods most, was the dragon living high up in the northern mountains.

Dragons. Yes, they were as real as evil spirits and wicked demons were and your village was under the protection of one.

Dragons didn’t look as one might imagine a dragon to look like, at least not always. They could morph their enormous dragonic bodies into human-like bodies and walk among people. Their eyes, however, always remained a fiery yellow and their canine teeth were always sharp and pointy. They were also taller than normal humans and had scales down their necks and torsos. Some even had scales on their hands and sharp claws which sliced deeper than any blade ever could. In the lands of humans, dragons were considered gods.

The festival of fire was held because of the dragon living in the mountains. A brave soul is sent to his lair to ask him for his presence each year. Then once the dragon comes down from his high home, he lights the fire with his hot breath and with it, wards off the evil winter spirits. Once the fire burns bright, the villagers begin dancing around the fire in pairs, thanking the dragon for the fire and his protection while he sits on a wooden throne, overlooking the dance. He is always alone during these festivities, drinking wine and eating meat, except for when one of the many willing women – and men – try catching his attention. He never reciprocates. 

Marrying a dragon was considered a gift from the gods and not many were successful. Dragons were a distant people – perhaps that is why they became so rare these days – and scarcely engaged with humans except for when they were needed. They lived longer than any human ever would and because of their bigger bodies, many who tried to be intimate with a human, ended up hurting their beloved counterpart. So for the safety of humans, of whom the dragons were very fond, they stayed away from them.

That doesn’t stop you however from regularly walking the path to the dragon’s lair. Sword strapped to your back and with a thick dress warming your body, you walk the steep and stony path. You put your parents to sleep already and locked the cottage. The priest spoke of evil spirits dancing on the wind tonight and you didn’t want to risk anything. You knew that they were safe in your house because you placed dragon ash by each window and door. It was the only thing which truly kept evil away and it is a regular present the dragon gives you.

You take a deep breather once you reach the mountain plateau in front of his cave. Marks of his dragon body landing dig deep into the grey gravel. Small autumn flowers grow in its deep crevices. The dragon placed a pot of flowers next to the cave entrance. You have to chuckle each time you pass it because of its peculiarity. It looks so out of place and yet fits his character so well.

“Yoongi!” you call out the dragon’s name, voice echoing in the big cave. You venture deeper into the cave, leaving the cold autumn air behind. “Yoongi, are you home?”

His lair consisted of two caves. One big and deep and one smaller. The big cave was in the front, welcoming you with endless darkness as it dug deep into the mountain. It smelled ancient and wet in here and there was always a faint sound of water trickling somewhere. Yoongi can fly in it when he is in his true form and hide on the ceiling when he doesn’t want to be found. The smaller cave was where he lived however. You have to take a sharp turn to the right for it and walk through a corridor-like walkway. The ceiling shrinks in height until it was but six meters.

“Yoongi, are you in here?” you try again, entering his true lair. Your voice doesn’t echo anymore. Lantern and torches light up the walls, a fireplace warms the space, expensive rugs cover the stone ground and golden furniture fills the room. Gold, jewels and crystals are scattered all around the cave in heaps or stuffed into big treasure chests. It feels homely here and tonight it is empty.

“Where the heavens are you?” you murmur, looking around the lair. An especially golden cup calls your attention. You bend down to inspect it better, fluttering your lashes at your own distorted reflection. It brings a chuckle to your lips and you straighten up, “how silly I looked.”

You ghost your fingers over a set of earrings next. They sparkle like stars in the sky. They are so beautiful.

“Careful, they’re worth more than your entire village.”

“Oh heavens”, you startle, pulling your sword in instinct and whipping around quickly. The blade graces against your stalker’s throat without cutting them.

“Don’t strike me down just yet”, Yoongi says, lifting his hands.

“You scared me”, you say, touching his chin with the tip of your sharp sword.

The right corner of his lips curls into an amused smirk, revealing glimpses of his long fangs.

“I could tell”, he says blithely despite the sword against his throat.

You put pressure on his chin, forcing his head to tilt up and for his amused smirk to grow. His fiery eyes flicker, a deep growl rumbles in his chest. 

“I could have cut your head off”, you say. 

“And yet you didn’t.”

You flip the blade to its side, forcing him to gulp because of the sharpness against his skin.

“Careful now”, he rasps.

“Mhm”, you decide with a cock of your brow, pulling your sword back. You twirl it once then put it back into its sheath, features warming as you laugh.

His golden eyes soften and a smile curls his lips. He closes the distance, placing his big hands on your waist and bending down to kiss your lips. You rest your hands on his strong chest, getting on your tiptoes to reach him better. He breaks the kiss, rubbing his nose against yours gently. His breath smells fresh and feels warm.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“The cottage was too cold.”

He laughs, “this is the only reason?”

You snicker, dancing your hands to the nape of his strong neck to trace the scales. You shake your head, “no, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“You did?”

“Mh-hm very much so.”

He draws a giggle to your lips. He smiles, tasting it with a tender kiss. “Come here you”, he mumbles and deepens the kiss. He lifts you off the ground for it just enough that you didn’t have to stand on your tiptoes any longer. 

You break the kiss to talk, even if he disagrees with a low growl. His golden eyes gaze longingly at your lips.

“Where were you before I called for you?”

“Deep in the caves, digging for gold.”

“I see and were-”

He interrupts you in laughed words, “will you kiss me or do I have to steal it from you?”

“No. No, I will kiss you. I got the message”, you laugh, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Yoongi purrs deeply, holding you tighter against him as his lips fall into a passionate dance with yours.  

You met Yoongi in the year your brother died. You knew him long before that, but up until then, never talked to him. You simply watched from a distance as he lit the fire and then sat on his throne overlooking the dance. You also watched him refuse countless suitors and return to his cave alone once the festival ended. Other than that, you never engaged with him. You had always found him interesting, because dragons are gods after all and he looked so very beautiful in his human form. His hair was as black as soot, his eyes as golden as flames and his scales were an iridescent of black and gold. He didn’t possess sharp claws, which made his touch so very gentle and tender and his lips were soft and pouty which made his kiss so very addicting.

You talked to Yoongi in the year your brother died. You spent too many days to count in the dense forest in search for him and it happened that one day, you got lost. You tried and tried to find your way back, but couldn’t. Night replaced the day and you already saw yourself freezing to death when he came. At first you thought him to be a bear, but then he asked you if you were lost and you knew that you were saved. You told him about why you were in the forest and he offered you comfort in your painful times of grief. He allowed you to talk about your brother as he walked you back to the village, he even allowed you to cry and assured you that your tears were not “entirely silly”. Once he led you back to your cottage, he gave you a bag of dragon ash and told you to spread it on each window and door to keep the rest of your family safe and you thanked him with promises of praying to him in the worship hall tomorrow. Back then, you thought that you were blessed and lucky to have an interaction with him, but you never could have imagined that this one time interaction became a regular thing.

Ever since that day, he began waiting for you by the forest road, offering you companionship in your search for your brother and like this, your walks in the forest became a regular thing until one day, you took his hand and he took yours, never wanting to let go again.

The people in the village didn’t know about your relationship with Yoongi. It was your wish to keep it secret because you knew that they would ruin it. They would force you to marry him, to bear his children, to become their goddess. You didn’t want this life, you wanted to take care of your parents and help the people with your smithies, not be someone to worship.

Yoongi didn’t mind that you wanted to keep him a secret. He liked it. He had many treasures taken from him because they were precious to him and if it was revealed that you were the most precious treasure of all, it would kill you and him in the process. He cannot lose you, not ever. Not when he walked the earth alone for so long, not when his fiery heart finally had someone to burn for.

Yoongi was lonely before he met you. He had other dragons to talk to, but he enjoyed the company of only a very, very few. He also had lots of suitors, which could have made the nights easier, but Yoongi wasn’t one for meaningless fucking. Yoongi craved connection above all. He craved intimacy and trust and conversation. He craved someone to care for and someone to see him as another living being not as a god. You give him all of this and more, but Yoongi knows that even if you didn’t give him any of that, he would love you. He loves you without reason after all. He loves you simply because it was right.

You break the kiss for air, vision just a little blurry as you look at him. You are eye to eye when you are in his arms, hands running along his scaly neck and strong shoulders. A black tunic sits on his torso, allowing his higher body heat to reach your palms. Even in the iciest nights he will warm you. Sometimes in winter, when your parents were already sleeping and the village was quiet, Yoongi sneaks into your cottage through the window (which is always hilarious because he is very big in comparison to the small frame) so he could warm you as you fell asleep. He is always gone the next morning, only having left behind a fresh bag of dragon ash and a few gold coins you could spent in the big city on food.

“You are so warm”, you say, making his eyes smile.

“You are such a delight.”

Your eyes race between the other’s, you and he feel breathless. Your fingers run up to his slightly pointy ears, scratching him behind them.

Yoongi purrs, tilting his head back as his lids flutter. 

“If you touch me like this…”

“I know.”

It is a silent understanding between you and him. Yoongi sighs your name and pulls you into a kiss. His fangs clash with yours before he naturally fixes his roughness, kissing you oh so tenderly. Tenderly, but also incredibly hungry. You moan, fingers twisting his black locks and legs closing around his waist. He answers you in a guttural growl, fingers grasping you harder.

This is also why you walked the difficult path. Not only did you want to see him, you wanted his body and touch. You craved it like fire craves wood to burn.

Yoongi walks to his bed with you, laying you atop the big mattress. He climbs over you, caging you under his big, strong body. You open your legs willingly, hands slipping from his hair to grasp the sheets instead. 

The kiss breaks because he broke it. His hot breath graces your skin. He cradles your cheek, thumb caressing your temple.

“My treasure, I”, he begins, fingers dimpling your soft thigh possessively, “I need you. I need you so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?”

You nod your head vigorously, stomach fluttering in what was to come. 

“I need to hear it, please.”

“I will. I will have you”, you allow him, parting your legs. 

Yoongi moans your name and kisses you, pulling you up into a sitting position to take off your sword. Your fingers are busy with his shirt, undoing the knots and bows. You break apart for just a moment, taking off your clothes. You cannot bother to be dressed. 

A moment of calm after the undressing, used to stare at each other. You are both kneeling on the bed, facing each other. He is panting, growling deeply each time he exhales like a dragon ready to spit fire. The sound makes you wetter each time he does it. His torso is muscular and his scales hug his form as if he was wearing armour. They are mostly around his chest and upper back and fade out on his lower torso. His legs and crotch are free of scales, skin golden and sun-kissed and looking so human. You touch him, tracing the scales first before making your way down to his legs. 

He lets you, eyes mesmerised by the plumpness of your breasts and the curves of your bared body. He reaches out, sending his fingers on a walk along your landscape. 

“You are so beautiful”, he speaks softly, eyes gazing at the goosebumps his touch draws to the surface. 

“You are just as beautiful”, you tell him, caressing the silken skin of his stomach.

You reach his hips. His skin is so soft there and sensitive to scratches. You give him exactly that, making his cock twitch between his thighs. 

Yoongi’s cock wasn’t human and the first time you saw it in its full size, you understood why so many dragons ended up hurting their lovers. It was the cock of a dragon, made for dragon. If he was in his true form, you are actually unable to take it because of its enormous size. If he was in his human form, it shrunk with him, but it was still insanely big in comparison to human cocks. His cock curved slightly in the shape of an S. He wasn’t smooth as humans were, instead his length had an engorged tip with a textured shaft, which stimulated even your deepest spots. When he released inside you, his base swelled up, keeping his cock lodged inside you until your quivering walls had enough of drinking his nectar. 

You were scared at first and Yoongi, feeling just a little insecure that you couldn’t like his cock, told you that you could still escape if you so wished to do. The fear in his voice drew you closer to him back then and you assured him that you could make it work because you wanted nobody else to fill you than him. He took your virginity that night and for not one second, you felt pain or discomfort, lying in his arms afterwards while his fingertips drew shapes of adoration on your skin and he whispered how much he adored you.

The memories of countless shared nights draw you closer to him and your hand to his cock, tracing his textured shaft. Despite his many pumps and crevices, his skin was soft to the touch. He was hotter than humans and it made his length feel incredible inside. It is best described as a feeling of burning from the inside in the most pleasurable of ways and once he releases inside, oh, once his hot cream fills your belly to the point of bloating, the heat is so intense that you often end up screaming in ecstasy. 

You close your fingers around his base tightly and drag them up to his tip. The pressure is enough to squeeze droplets of precum out of his slit, eliciting a deep growl from him. 

He frowns, exhaling a hot swirl of breath on your face. It wasn’t painful, simply insanely arousing. His fingers dimple your hips as he grabs you. You wobble slightly from the intense touch, hand trembling around his large cockhead.

“You are playing with fire”, he lulls, eyelids heavy in pleasure.

“I like it hot”, you taunt, twisting your fist around his tip. 

“You drive me insane”, he gets out and slaps your hand away for the sole purpose of pushing you into the sheets. He pins your hands above your head. “One day it will end in your punishment.” 

You moan, writhing under him. You wouldn’t mind being punished if it meant that you could feel his touch.

“Stay like this.” 

You whimper, nodding your head in obedience. 

“I will be gentle, I promise.” 

He lowers his lips to your neck, kissing a path down to your heat. He is hasty in his kisses, letting his impatience shine through this way. Dragons, so he told you, are a greedy people. Once they lust for something - or in his case, someone - they would do anything to claim it as quickly as possible. Stuff like taking it slow and preparing you are foreign to his people, but he does it for you. He is so good in being patient, but sometimes his greed shines through. Tonight for example when he kisses a greedy and hasty path down your body just so he could be between your legs faster. 

He places one kiss on each of your inner thighs, strong fingers gripping your flesh afterwards to pull your legs apart. His fiery eyes race over your exposed cunt, flickering hungrily.  

“You are so wet already”, he rasps. 

“I wanted you all week.” 

“I wanted you more, you have no idea.” 

Patience finally leaves him and he claims what he lusts for most, drawing a yelp of pleasure from you. You arch your back, legs shaking in his hold and fingers grasping his thick hair as he feasts on your cunt sloppily. 

Yoongi pleases you with his mouth for two reasons, he told you. The first reason is his insatiable hunger and greed. You are sweeter than anything he could ever taste and your cunt’s nectar makes his head blurry in pleasure. The second reason is the more important one. It is to make you ready for his dragonic cock. The spit of a dragon is relaxing to a human, it contains elements which not only heighten the sensitivity of their nerve endings, but which also relaxes the muscles so their holes could take a dragon’s cock easily. Yoongi confessed to you back then that the reason why so many dragons hurt their human lovers is because they don’t take time to properly relax them. They let their lust and greed control them and as a result hurt their humans.

Yoongi would never. Yoongi takes his time with you. He licks every inch of your dripping heat, buries his long tongue deep in your walls and pumps it into you until your tightened walls loosened up and you are gaping for his cock. He licks you to orgasm whenever he prepares you and you always shake in his grip, forcing his greed to grow to unbearable levels. Yoongi loves your orgasms as much as he loves gold. 

Tonight is no different, Yoongi draws an overwhelming orgasm out of you. You scream, legs trying to close on his head and weakened body helplessly shaking on the sheets. Yoongi growls into you, pushing his fingers deep into your loose cunt so he could feel your walls tremble. 

He keeps them inside you after your high ebbed down, curling them greedily while his soiled lips kiss up your body. He grabs your wrists and holds them together, big body draped over yours and fingers rubbing your sensitive insides. 

“You’re sweating”, he rasps, gazing at you obsessively.

“Please fuck me, please”, you beg, voice so close to a sob. His fingers aren’t enough. “I need your cock, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I will be gentle, I promise”, he says, slipping his fingers from your cunt to jerk his own cock. He guides it to your gaping cunt, rubbing it through your folds. “You are so beautiful, my treasure”, he breathes, giving you all his adoration by pushing into you. 

You gasp, tensing up under him at the feeling of his engorged tip pushing past your entrance.

“Are you hurting?” he asks, moving as slowly as possible. 

You shake your head, gazing up at him droopily. 

“Tell me if it does. You are doing so well, my treasure”, he whispers, fingers rubbing your swollen clit to make the breach easier. 

“It feels so good…” 

You can feel his large tip as it digs deeper and deeper, but what truly feels like heaven are the many pumps and crevices filling you. Your entrance is on pleasurable fire, feeling every texture inch by inch. His saliva made your walls sensitive to the very end, forcing you to feel his textured cock even deep inside. He curves so perfectly that his large tip presses against you deepest pleasure spot, forcing your belly to bulge just a little because he was so, so big. 

“I’m in. Does it hurt?” he asks, keeping still for your sake. His greed tells him to take you rough. It takes everything inside him not to give into his animalistic side. 

You spill tears. 

“No. No, I’m sorry I-” he panics, but gets stopped when you rip your hands free from his grasp to cradle his face instead.

“I love you, Yoongi.” 

He shudders, melting into your hands.

“I love you too”, he gets out and twists the pillow above your head as he begins pumping his cock into you. “Does this please you?”

“A-ah”, you let out, trembling in reaction. 

“Is it too much?”

“No, please…don’t stop”, you croak, rolling your eyes back as you fall into the pleasurable fire. Your lips part, making way for the endless noises of bliss he draws out of you. It feels so good. He feels so good.

“You are so beautiful. Oh, I need you. I want you. I crave you, argh”, he growls, twisting the pillow rougher as his greedy hips pick up speed. Your moans drive him wild, the view of your glowing face has the same effect on him than the view of fresh gold does. He feels high, head pounding as he feeds his insatiable lust with each heavy, deep thrust. 

Your body is so small under him, looking so fragile and breakable and yet you take him so easily. Yoongi rips the pillow, grinding his fangs as he growls. He buries his cock deeper in your gaping walls, forcing your back to arch off the mattress and for your voice to rise in pitch. He lets his tail grow just so he could wrap it around your waist and hold you in this position while he rubbed your pulsating clit and fucked your soft cunt. 

“You’re mine. My treasure, my everything, my beloved”, he chants, deep voice contorted in pleasure.

He is still in disbelief that you can take him so easily. So small, so fragile, so soft and yet you can house him entirely. The first time he laid with you, Yoongi barely went past his first two inches, moving carefully and slowly just so he wouldn’t hurt you. He would have been fine if that was all that you could ever take, but you proved him so wrong. He can be free with you. You can fully take him and it makes you moan so blissfully that Yoongi feels high just from the sound of it.

He is so blessed to have you. His treasure, his beloved, his everything. His tail tightens around your waist possessively, angling your hips so he could go so much deeper. 

You wail his name, fingers gripping his strong arms and legs dropping as they stop working. Only his tail holds you up right now while you shake under him.

“Are you?”

“Yes”, you wail, moaning loudly afterwards.

“I need you, I fucking need you”, he spits, cursing because you anger him in pure lust, “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re bursting. I will paint your walls golden, you will be mine. Mine forever, urgh.” 

“Please! Please make me yours, please!” 

Yoongi lets out a dragonic growl, ripping the pillow apart and throwing his head back as your pleas break him. His big balls empty themselves in your trembling heat, giving you so much pleasure that you orgasm again with screams of his name. There is so much of his seed and it doesn’t want to stop, filling you up past your limits so it squirts out of you with each angry thrust. And Yoongi keeps going until his base swells and he genuinely cannot move his cock anymore. 

He drops his head into the crook of your neck, huffing and puffing demonically. His cock is still releasing into you, making you sob because the pressure of his engorged base and swollen tip against your overly sensitive walls makes you orgasm again. 

“Yoongi, I can’t do this. I can’t, it feels too good”, you plead, walls clenching around his swollen cock as they drink his golden seed greedily. 

“I know, my treasure, I know”, he soothes you, “I can’t stop. I’m so greedy, I can’t stop. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t do this, Yoongi. Yoongi please”, you beg, barely able to breathe. While dragon’s spit relaxes, their seed gives a human a rush of pleasure. The first time it happened, you cried because it was so overwhelming. You still need to cry often whenever he breeds you and tonight all that holds you back is the loving embrace of his tail around your waist. It feels so good but also like too much because you cannot stop orgasming.

“Not again, ah please Yoongi!!”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s almost over, I promise. Please hold onto me, it’s almost over”, he soothes you, massaging your engorged clit to make it easier to bear. 

Your stomach is so bloated from his seed, you are sweating so much. He can feel one more load building up. 

“I need you to breathe for me. One last time, I promise”, he lulls and rolls his hips into you. 

You writhe and scream, scratching down his neck with all your might. You don’t draw blood because his scales protect him, but he still feels it as a pleasurable tingle. 

Yoongi lifts his head to look at you. It lasts one second because then his eyes roll back as the view of your ruined, drugged body sets him off. 

“I love you”, he wails, bursting into you one last time. He makes you orgasm with him, walls tightening to the point of milking him dry. 

This is what you both needed. To be so connected. 

He drops his head back into your neck, fingers slipping from the ruined pillow to pet your head instead.

“My treasure, oh my treasure, my golden beloved”, he croaks, kissing you gently, “I’m sorry for being so greedy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. I’m so happy”, you get out, body laying limp and ruined under him. His swollen cock is still inside you, keeping every droplet of his golden seed in you. It warms you so much, makes you feel so good.

“You are? You’re happy?” he asks.

“So happy.” You hug him with your weak arms, barely able to close them around his broad back. “I’m yours.”

He whimpers, seeking your closeness by hugging you against his chest with his strong arm and his tail. 

“Oh my most loved treasure.” He kisses a slow path up to your face, cradling your cheek with his unoccupied hand. “Will you stay the night? I promise to fly you down to the village by morning.” 

“Yes, I’d like to stay. I couldn’t possibly walk tonight. Not after how you ruined me.”

A shy giggle slips from his lips. You open your eyes, meeting his giddy gaze. His cheeks are flushed, his dark hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. The view of him makes his cock feel so much better inside you. You are his. So entirely and willingly his. 

“I couldn’t help it. I missed you so much and, and you are so tempting. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it felt so good. You still do”, you say, clenching around his swollen cock. He shudders slightly, drawing closer to you.

“I promise my cock will soften soon, you just feel so good. I’m trying, but he wants to bask in you longer, I’m sorry.” 

“I hope he doesn’t soften soon. I don’t want this to end.” 

He blushes, but needs to seek more reassurance still.

“Please forgive me for the way I acted when I bred you. I acted like a greedy animal.” 

“Mhm, you did. Because you are a greedy animal. My greedy dragon, mine”, you say caressing his soft cheek.

He leans into your touch, eyes lowering in adoration. You giggle, scrunching your nose cutely. He smiles, brushing some messy strands of hair out of your forehead. 

“I love you, my little human.”

“And I love you, my strong dragon.”