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[jiminspira]

Shaking Hands With The Devil - 4

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: it might mention sex, but nothing further than that… for now  SMUT, if you feel unconfortable with it don’t read.

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“My sin was not specifically this or that But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil The devil held me in his clutches The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Drabble, Part 4

MASTERLIST

    You should have noticed, you know you should, started as small as an ant, but now that was out of control you could smell it in the air, you should have noticed in the moment the orders switched to “deal or kill”, in the moment you saw that vicious grin in their eyes. You know that now it is too late, you should have left when you still could, but couldn’t you? It is such a dark time, such control and fear that nobody knew, nobody was feisty enough to question their actions “they raised us”, “they know what they’re doing”, but do they?

  What if they realized you was constantly shaking hands with devil, what if they knew he had you in his clutches and that you were well aware of your fall? The anxiety almost made you giggle too irrational to control your actual feelings.

  Now the cooper taste was ingrained in your nose, inside your mouth taking all your body and you were scared, you wanted to run away, but how could you? There was no way out, just an old wooden door that you reached for it as if you were reaching for your dear life.

  However, from all the things you witnessed that was from far the scariest, seeing him like that caught you off guard. Because now you were staring a much sallow version of Min Yoongi, bruised, tied on a chair, and fallen on the floor with a switchblade in his mouth, a version that looked as surprised as you to see him there.

  “What are you doing here?” He mumbled and took you some time to understand him, the memories bringing back the taste of blood to your mouth, so you just shrugged. He asked no more, at least about that “Will you help me or just keep starring I know you fancy me but tied up?” He joked after spitting the switchblade, retrieving your thoughts back to him.

  You took the sharp an exquisite object careful to avoid the rope, as he advised. Your lips twitch upwards as you sensed him relaxing under your touch; it was ridiculous how he was able to push those thoughts away with just a silly joke that always got you rolling your eyes. He was always able to distract you from all your worries, and did it frequently, was it part of the bet; distract you from all until all you see is he? You probably would never know.

  “Thank you…” he sighed and instantly his skin seemed a bit colorful. “These crazy people…” He sighed to himself as you were very used to, you would always reply with a remark about his age whenever he did that, this time however you kept quiet, and that got his attention, he knew what was happening how couldn’t he, when you were exhaling all he smelled was your worries, guilt, fear and the positive rising relief.

  He knew he had to keep that one rising, but he was too weak to just carry you away from that mess.

  “Hey? Are you… ok?” He hesitated, and once again, you had to fight the images from that warzone, you would not even remember why you were a part of it, were you truly fine with that blood bath? Why was so hard to run away from it, but so easy to put your weapons away when it was Yoongi? The smell was deep-rooted in your nose, the smell of blood, fear and death. In addition, you with your friends were the reason, the hunters and huntress that ripped heads off just because someone sent you a single letter.

  He called you once again, rescuing you from these thoughts once more, and you have never felt so grateful for him being there, since the first time you saw his devious smirk. You let out a breath you never realized was keeping, and just nodded.

  “Hum… I am, but do you mind me asking what you’re doing here?”

  “Well, that’s a long and intriguing story, love.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “No, not really, but can we just get the hell out of here before those people come back?”

  “They won’t” you looked away.

  “So we don’t need an exit strategy? What’s happening out there?” He questioned after hearing a unique sound, a quite painful one.

  “A blood bath” You knew it was rhetorical, but nothing kept the answer from leaving your mouth.

  “Ok, exit strategy it is then… That is?” He poked your arm when you never answer the question you never heard.

  “What?”

  “Oh fuck we are going to die, why did you came here if you…”

  “Oh, so you have a plan? Last time I checked you were tied with a pocket knife in your mouth.”

  “You won’t let that go, will you?” You just arched one of your eyebrows and Yoongi snorted at your cocky self. “For the record, I’ve been through worse, and if you came here five minutes after you would find me going out, I would be fucking fine but now I have to figure out a way to take you back in one piece, thank you.”

  “I never said that I need help.”

  “So said your trembling hands, and that face that looks like you were crying two minutes ago. I’m not letting you alone like that in this mess.” He shook his head “Follow me, and careful with that thing you have no fucking idea how much that shit hurts.” He pointed at your ‘magon’.

  You rolled your eyes, it was not as you were a newbie or something like that, you just followed him anyway, and it was not the time or place to argue over some frivolities.

  He walked around the place as if he owned it, very much different from your shrunken shape all you could think about was ‘what if they find me?’ it took you some time to realize that they wouldn’t since Yoongi was cloaking you, only someone with very picky eyes would notice considering all energy he was spending on you.

  The sunlight blinded you for a few moments, you never realized for how long you were trapped in that place.

  “How did you found a way out?” You questioned once your vision went back to normal and he stopped.

  “There was a door…?” He fronted “didn’t you see?”

  “There was only one door, yours” you claimed, he stared at you surprise painting his features.

  “If you say so…” he answered as he typed on his phone.

  “Why are you on the phone right now?” You sounded skeptical, he showed you his uber app and you almost laughed.

  “I don’t know if you noticed, but I may collapse any second now, so why risk get caught once again if modernity has their benefits” for the first time you noticed his debility his hands was shaking and for the way he was fronting you realized that he probably wasn’t seeing properly, you found yourself uncomfortably concerned.

   He cloaked you the reason why Amanda’s stare never stopped on you, your memories flood back and you realized that he was being true about protecting you making him week and finally about needing him. That was not the first time and you hated to be the damsel in distress, as you bit your lower lip you followed him inside the car, the heavy weight bothering you once again, he just sighed not being able to change that once again he just held your hand his thumb slowly brushing your knuckles.

  The driver never said anything about Yoongi’s beaten up status, or about both your cloths being stained with blood, probably thinking it was an event or anything at all these days people were so weird.

  “Stop” was all that left his lips, you just nodded unable to do anything else, he signaled for the driver to stop you watched in silence.

  Once he exited the car, you followed him.

  “The destination is your dorm…” He weakly breathed out, his façade finally breaking and you held him firmly, and silently steadied him until you were inside his apartment.

  Last time you never even realized where you were, you wanted to look you were always curious, this time you were preoccupy with carrying him inside his room. As delicately as you could you left him on his bed.

  “Thank you” he breathed out and your heart contracted a bit, his face painted with bruises and blood so was his arms.

  You started to undress just to see a languid smile rising on his face; your heart’s pace quickened a slight blush gracing your cheeks over a much more nature form than his signature smirk.

  “If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask, love.”

  This time you did not answer afraid that your voice would betray you if tried to talk. Yoongi watched you throw his eyelashes, worry accumulated in the frown between your eyebrows, he wished he had enough strength to press the nod until it was gone, but he could not.

  His head as spinning, he could listen to your call, but he was so tired, tired as he never felt before, protecting humans is hard he finally notice and guardian angels suddenly level up in his eyes.

  “Yoongi, please don’t sleep, just stay with me ok?”

  “Careful love, I may think you care.”

  “I care” you whispered as a single tear fell. Why were you crying? His face was always white, but now it was a sickly yellow, his bruises were a mixture of green, purple and red. You pressed the wet towel you found in the bathroom cleaning the blood from his face, arms and chest as you whispered, “Please, stay with me.”

  “Shh… I’m here” he comforted you, his hand over yours. “It’s not a concussion, and I am not a human I’ll be alright, love, I just need to rest, I am okay.” He tried hard to open his eyes just to reassure you, which was not ineffective, since you finally exhale the breath you never realized you were holding in.

  He fell into oblivion and you wished he could sleep peacefully never imagining that nightmares were just another part of his curse.

  You recited your mantra a thousand times ‘it’s alright, he is alright’ as you took off his shoes, socks and pants, you never let yourself flush over his semi nudity you were a huntress on duty. You cleaned his wounds with the towel you periodically washed, and would stop whenever he flinched under its touch, but you only stopped when he was as clean as possible.

  Once you washed the towel and hanged it, you looked for medicine and just then, you realized that he never had one, would it even work? You asked yourself. However, if there was something they never teach in your trainings was how to treat a demon less a fallen angel, so you would have to wait.

  Your reflection looked disgusting, gray and red, blood that you were not able to say if was yours or theirs, more than dirty, it was as if the ground was playing with your head, your legs suddenly were shaking and the tears mingled the dirt with blood because you did not know whom you were anymore.

  ‘Blood looks good on you’ you remember how Mingyu played and your stomach flipped, the bile rising and bittering your mouth until you watched the toilet swallow it. ‘They are not people’, but were they not alive? Was life not sacred anymore?

  Enough is enough you were not coming back.

  You searched in his stuff looking for a t-shirt or anything to dress up after showering; you took one of his black oversized hoodies and let the water carry everything off your shoulders, if it was possible, once you were clean and dressed, you checked Yoongi’s condition that to your relief was better.

  So this time you allowed yourself to look around, everything was in its place, all his walls were bright white with nothing on them, there was no decoration just furniture and you could not fight the thought of how sad it was, because it was numb, was this how he felt? Was too presumptuous to assume this? You would never know.

  A very comfortable leather sofa in front of an enormous TV and the only thing out of place were a few books thrown here and there. You didn’t know how to act on your misjudge so you just mop around with nothing to do until you heard him scream.

  “Yoongi, wake up!” You shook him trying to set him free from whichever dream he was trapped in.

  “Don’t… please, Lord” he begged in his dream and that left you speechless, he never once, since you met him, ever said His name. “Don’t take ‘em” he hiccupped and screamed again.

  “Please wake up, Yoongi” your words were just whispered, too frightened by his pain to speak up, all you could do was embrace him.

  “Please don’t leave me,” he painfully plead. “Please.”

  “I’m here” you assured him, as he slowly opened his eyes.

  The two of you were now trapped in a silence that said too much, you caressed his face and he never allowed himself to wink, for the first time he felt something next to solace, in your arms.

  When he searched for your lips, you never denied. This kiss was different it was not full of lust, it was not the only solution to a problem, it was him, and it was you, his hand cupped your face and you sighed against his lips.

  He stopped the kiss to look at you, your eyes glistening, your red, inviting lips slightly parted; he knew that this sight would haunt him for the rest of his eternal life, that even if the flames from hell ate him up they would never be able to erase it, to erase you, nothing or no one could.

  He was on top of you, his eyes asking for permission, yours screaming yes. This time he kissed you with all the pent-up fever thrumming inside him the desire and something else taking over his entire being. Heat flashed in your stomach in a blink, the sweet being replace by the feeling you tried so hard to control as he pressed you against his bare chest, you, you wanted him closer and closer, until there was nothing else than the two of you holding each other.

  His tongue conquered your mouth with ease; one of his hands holding you by your hair, his other hand lifted the back of your thigh forcing you to wrap your leg around him, just so you would feel how hard he was for you.

  You whimpered, from the lack of air, as he pressed you against the mattress and assaulted your moth claiming it as his, kissing and biting. When he released your mouth you gasped for air, just to have to hold your breath once again in order to keep sane while his kisses descended your jaw, and your neck, marking you his, you just knew that if he asked for your soul right now you would say that was his already.

  You protested when he let go, he stood on his knees his body parting your legs, his eyes not red in lust, but dark black merging iris and pupils.

  “Tell me to stop” he asked as his hands caressed your thighs, lower lip bitten in a frail attempt to control himself “Tell me to stop” he lowered his body until your foreheads were against each other and the tip of your noses brushing.

  “I don’t want you to stop” you sigh-whispered against his lips and he growled, eyes burning with desire. He kissed you again and you wrapped your legs around his waist a new feeling taking over you, the need to be filled. His black hoodie rode up leaving you bare and the noise he made once he felt you wetting his clothed member was not human.

  Yoongi never asked again, his hands searched for the hoodie’s bar and sighed with the view, and then you realized that he wanted you, all of you, and you would give him all. He growled when he saw your peaked nipples and once more, his kisses descended your neck until finally landing where he wanted. Your hands slid up to his hair, pulling and pressing not able to decide how close you wanted him, he groaned, with the sting of pain from your fingernails pleasuring him, sending shivers down your spine.

  His kisses paved a new trail to your lower belly, his eyes flickered back to yours and you just inhale unable to do anything else “I am going to show you, just how much I desire you.”

  His hands split your legs from his waist; pressing them firmly against the mattress as he parted them, you scowled missing his warm. “Let me take care of you” he sighed his lips millimeters away from where you needed him, his breath teasing and trickling, “my little virgin.”

  Yoongi left open mouth kisses against your inner thighs and then sucked roughly, teeth scraping and marking the soft flesh, you moaned pleasure and pain. Unwittingly your legs tried to move him to where you wanted, but his hands were way too strong.

  “Patience, love” he mumble against your skin “I only got started” and he sucked violently once again you moaned his name and you felt his smirk against your thigh. You were aching in need of something that you never had before.

  “Please” you plead wanting him to touch where you needed, his smirk pressed against your skin pleased to finally have you begging for him.

  He never warned his fingers suddenly parted your sex teasing you further, you grunted feeling impatient with his delay.

  “Frustrated?” You nodded annoyed by his smirk “good, you finally know how I felt these past months.”

  “Yoongi” you whined “just ge…” you never finished, unable to talk once his lips were hovering you intimacy, he smiled against the soft skin when he heard your moans and pleas of his name, pleasured by the way you reacted to him.

  He never stopped printing eights with his tongue and you could not fight the scream that left your lips when you finally came with his digits pumping inside of you, heat blooming into your chest, hands twisting in the sheets. You gasped for air noticing that you were holding your breath when he pulled away, his fingers glided out of your heat with an obscene wet squelch.

  You wanted to change that smug face of his, but you just could not filled with that sensation but actually wanting more.

  “Yoongi…” you asked searching for his lips, pain written on his face when he shook his head “I want more, I need more.”

  “Oh, love, I believe that was quite enough for now” you shook your head, he smiled “we can continue later, you can’t handle it now, all swollen… and tired… all because of me” he said slowly spreading kisses on your collarbone.

  Frustration took over, enough to push him off of you and to craw over him, sitting on his clothed lap biting your lips trying to cover your hesitance. He showed a surprised/curious look as he felt your folds dampening his boxers.

  “And just how you intend to do that, love?” One eyebrow up and a smug smile staring at you, so you just shifted your hips and grounded into him hard, and you were pleased by how fast you wiped that smile off his face. He groaned deep “you should warn before doing something like that,” he complained, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he loved every second of it, however it was not enough for him to hand you the control.

  In a quick move, he was on top a predator look printing his features, your chest would rise and fall quickly as his covered member pressed your center. You hovered your hands slowly gracing his skin until you reached the band of his briefs.

  “You want them off?” He teased. You would probably roll your eyes if you did not need him so much, so you just nodded. He obliged taking them off.

  Unable to stop yourself you licked your lips in anticipation as you watched him roll the condom slowly onto himself. Yoongi’s cock is hard and red, looking… painful, you thought.

  “Are you sure, Y/N?” it was unusual for him to use your name so you immediately noticed how serious he was about backing of, you shyly smile amazed by his self-control.

  “I am” you whispered taking his hand, guiding him to you.

  Yoongi leans down to kiss you again, lining his hips flush to yours and you can’t help the groan as you feel his tip entering. Your hands fly to his shoulders as you feel him tensing over you, stopping him from withdraw. You nod your head assuring him.

  For the first time you testify Min Yoongi hesitate. He bit his lip as he stared down at you a last chance for you to turn him down, he would, you know. You didn’t nod your head, you didn’t say a thing you just stared deep into his dark eyes hoping that he would understand everything.

  Your lips parted in a soundless moan at his first eased his way inside you, your walls clenching around him, his hands searched for yours as he leaned down to leave a soft peck on your lips.

  Yoongi waited for you to adjust around him, you opened your eyes to stare at him, his eyes were closed, his forehead against yours and clenched jaw, painfully tense, and so you shyly rolled your hips against his, a muffled stiffened moan slid so you repeated the motion.

  This time he didn’t bother to keep the sound in and you would have loved the taste of control if you weren’t so busy feeling. Yoongi let go of your hand so he could stand for himself and instantly your free hand flew to his back, nails marking his fair skin red.

  Yoongi growled your name as he twisted his hips too addicted to the way your back arched, or your lips parted to moan, unconsciously asking for more as you pushed back to feel him deeper.

  You felt like your hips would give out not able to take the stretch, but the ache was delightful, enough for you to forget the first bit.

  “How are you doing?” Yoongi asked against your ear as your leg hugged him.

  “Move” you asked, eyes closed “I can take it” you whispered.

  Yoongi pulled out slowly, until only the head of his dick was left.

  “Then look at me” his tone didn’t left a breach to a smart remark or disobedience, so you obliged just to close them again as he thrusted into you.

  He was soft at first but now he was slamming, he wanted to ruin you, so no one’s touch would ever be enough, he was imprinting himself into you branding you as his and god knows you already are. Even his sloopy thrusts were calculated he wanted you to beg for more to ask to be his and his only. So you asked more.

  You wriggled your hips to entice him to give you what you wanted, it was so close you could feel that thin line.

  “You are doing so well for me, Y/N.” And you felt him slide deeper his hand trailing down your abdomen, he thrusted into you as simultaneously cupping your intimacy and then squeezed.

  “Come on, love, come for me”

  Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with a loud moan of his name. Your sex clamped onto his length like a vice, clenching him almost painfully as you shook beneath him. You felt it burn, it was fire consuming you whole, blinding you, your pulse so strong and fast that you almost didn’t hear his moan as he came hard in the condom.

  He fell apart on top of you, embracing you. He slowly fell to his side cuddling you in the process, clumsy enough to make you laugh at least a little before sleeping in his arms.

  When you woke up he was peacefully sleeping and it looked wrong to disrupt that after testifying his last attempt to sleep. You considered making breakfast but instantly something that was in the back of your mind disturbed you enough to make you run back to your apartment.

  Amanda, you never thought about her. And she was waiting for you on the sofa legs crossed with her ‘magon’ in hands.

  “Amanda… are you alright?” You tried to say but she didn’t let you.

  “Were you with him?” She wouldn’t even blink.

  “What?”                              

  “Answer me!” She shouted  startling you

  “I was with Min Yoongi” you said already looking for an excuse to why you haven’t return home with her “I… well you know that I…”

  “You have always been a terrible liar” she laugh humorless. “So I’ll give one chance to come clean and I’ll help you when the council have you.”

  “Have me? Are you crazy?” You looked deep into her eyes and you realized that just like them she was infected by the same vicious virus the other hunters and huntress were, because as you looked at her eyes you saw there, nothing, she wasn’t your Amanda, she was just like them.

  “You shall be judge for laying with a devil.”

  “I shall not! I decided to get out of this colt you implanted in the huntress, I refuse to kill innocent…”

  “Innocent? Are you crazy? We hunt demons, Y/N, you must’ve forgotten since you have been sleeping with one for so long!” She cornered you and you closed your eyes ready for her to use the weapon on you she flinched back realizing that you were actually afraid of her.

  “Don’t act like every single demon is out there trying to burn up the world, we know we can’t expect the opposite from angels. So if you want to go around killing every single one be my guest, but don’t expect me to go and help you.

  “Haven’t you seen what is happening? Was I the only one that realized that this is wrong? Since when the council judge someone that slept with a demon? Are these our priorities now?”

  “Since the right ones assumed. You were protecting the enemy, huntress, laying with it, now you shall be judged. Take her” she said with cold composure, but you saw in her eyes she wanted to hesitate as they held your arms.

A/N: I’m sorry It took so long, but I’m happy with it and the last chapter it’s almost over, I’m not sorry for the cliffhanger

[kryptic-krab]

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[jiminspira]

Cigarette

First of all thanks to my bae @ahgasthetic who made this perfect moodboard, and to @jovemjae who supposedly corrected this 

Genre: Angst; smut, hospitalized Min Yoongi.

A/N: This was completely inspired by Offonff’s Cigarette, listen to it while you read it!!

Warnings: smut, as said, mentions of drug abuse

“I want you addict to me

I was one off your cigarettes

The smell of your pastel breathing

Just Made me love you even more

My love is on fire”

  You closed your eyes, ready for the fall, the pain was unbearable, and so was the fear. All you heard was “you are alone” and you were, you knew you were, so why were you hesitating?

  “They say that when you take more than thirty minutes to jump you won’t do it” that startled you.

  “Who are you?” You asked turning your gaze towards him.

  “Do dead people need greetings?” He lighted up one cigarette as you stared him in silence. “So I’ll I watch you fall, or will I hear you name?”

  You took a deep breath; you closed your hands nails marking your palms “Y/N.”

  His hair was now a light shade of blue, and you couldn’t deny how well it fitted his delicate traces, the moment he caught, you blushed and turned away, but not before seeing him chuckling in a smirk.

  Whenever he was around you would feel the shame, he was the only one that actually watched you coward away from your death, and to be honest you couldn’t decide what was worse if it was he testifying you in your fragilest moment or the fact that you couldn’t comply.

  The voices would speak up about their sorrow, but you just couldn't care less, all you wanted was to run away to your room and fall into your hole of self pity as stupid as it sounded. You heard the psychologist call your name; you just shook your head thinking their problems were way worse than yours, even if your pain to you would seems the worst.

  The blue walls reminded you of him, so you turned your gaze to the wooden floor, your shoes, everyone's shoes, but never faces. And you wish you were stronger, at least strong enough to want to move on. As your eyes were focused on the floor you wouldn't see the pale blued haired man watching you diligently curiosity painting his eyes, wanting to comprehend why you flushed and run away, even if it was just a psychological escape.

  When you notice the psychologist and even the other patients weren’t there anymore, you silently sighed, feeling so stupid for a man that you didn’t even know the name be able to affect you in this level. You taped your pockets looking for your cell phone but you remembered that they took it at the entrance, then you looked for the scars on your arms, ‘you are a survivor’ they all said when you woke up, but without him, your only family, what else was there to live for? Was pointless carrying this title when you didn’t felt alive.

  You walked calmly trying to remember where was your room, not paying attention to the sunny day, and the hospital’s beauty, the red pavement or the blue haired guy on your way.

  “I thought you would never get out” you immediately lifted your head from your shoes and stared him eyes wide open, you allowed yourself to see him, he was with a hoodie, over his hospital pants the view should be comical, but he was way too attractive for such a low word. He was leaning against the wall, one foot on the wall, a cigarette between his lips, no smoke though.

  “Were you waiting for me?”

  “Not really” he shrunk his shoulders “they won’t give a fuck if I’m smoking here.”

  “Oh, I see” you shook your head weirdly and started walking again.

  “Geez... Of course I was waiting for you, this is a goddamn hospital there’s no place they would let me smoke in peace.” He rolled his eyes and so did you.

  “You aren’t smoking” You said not daring to look at him, but you could sense that smirk painting his face.

  “Perceptive I see…” he chuckled “anyways I just was thinking that it’s unfair to you.”

  “What?” You looked at him again.

  “Not knowing my name” he was smirking “once you can’t get me out of your head.”

  “Who said you are in it?”

  “My pair of eyes” he finally lighted up his cigarette, you rolled yours “Min Yoongi” he winked and walked away, but stopped once he realized you weren’t coming, his only communication was arching a single eyebrow and once again you silently walked, this time following him.

  He sat down in a bench and so did you. The silence was the big elephant there.

  “I’m waiting” he simply stated.

  “For?”

  “Your story.”

  “Do I have one?” You asked him, but deep down you knew you were asking yourself, the sky was clear not even a single cloud, the sun was shining bright, the birds were singing beautifully not even the nature respected your mourning.

    “When I met you, you were going to jump up from that building” he pointed, you looked away “I’m not judging or looking down on you, just wanted to know why.”

  “Because there’s nothing to live for” it was simple and honest, his lips turned in a thin line, and he took a deep breath, inhaling the nicotine.

  “I believe you’re wrong, Y/N” he said calmly. “There’s always something to live for.”

  “Then why are you here?” Your gaze was on him.

  “I’m an addicted” he simply pointed to the cigarette between his lips.

  “And what are you doing among the suicidal?”

  “Who said I’m not killing myself?”

  “I don’t understand…. Then what’s you thing?”

  “What do you mean?” He asked after a few seconds.

  “Your ‘something to live for’?”

  “I’m searching for it, until there… I have a glimpse of heaven just between my lips.”

  “So you live for your addiction?”

  “Isn’t that the thing that makes us addicted?” You nodded and he chuckled “please, don’t take me so serious, I’m a prick, Y/N.”

  “Pardon?”

  “That’s the first time I’m warning, and it’s actually the last one. I’m not someone you should trust.”

  “I guess I know why you’re here, Min Yoongi” the way you spoke his name as if you weren’t having anything more of this got him actually smiling “personality disorder. You’re such a prick.”

  “I’ve warned you” he shouted as you walked away.

  Why you were on that same bench? That was the question you were constantly asking yourself. But it’s been almost a week that you haven’t seen Min Yoongi, you’ve heard a few comments about him, how he was there just because he was crazy, but you knew he wasn't, and curiosity was bothering you, perhaps that's what kept you there.

  “Took you long enough…” he sighed sitting right next to you.

  “No cigarette today?”

  “I run out.”

  “What a shame.”

  “Is this sarcasm? Because if it is you’re about 15% more attractive now." Your eyes were wide open as you looked away trying to hide the flush on your cheeks, he chuckled. "But don’t worry too much there are a great number of things I’m addicted to” He said and showed you a journal and almost immediately started writing.

  “Will you tell me your story?” You broke the 5 minute silence.

  “Will you tell me yours?”

  “I might.”

  “That’s a beginning, I’m taking it.” He closed the notebook “a few months ago me and my friends were around town vandalizing,” a single eyebrow up told him what you thought. “Yeah, what? Will arrest me? Taehyung and Namjoon got ar… never mind, as I was saying we weren’t up to good so a few of us realized that we weren’t good for each other, so we parted ways."

  "So you got addicted because you were alone?" Immediately you thought he was something like you.

  "Sort of" he scratched the back of his neck "I was already addicted, Y/N, but... hum... One of my friends would help me to keep it at bay, but we fought, and well, shit happened, Jungkook disappeared, then I felt alone. My best friend vanished from my life saying that I’m toxic, and the last thing I said to him was fuck you, as I punched him."

  “I see…” you nodded, understanding him in a certain way.

  “You?” He gazed you a glimpse of hope in his eyes, you looked down. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s okay…”

  “I was driving when a truck stroke us.”

  “Us?”

  “Me and my little brother, they told me he died immediately” you sighed.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

  “How could you?” you sadly smiled to no one, but he couldn’t stand your sad features, so he squeezed your hand in his and for the first time you felt some kind of comfort, right there, between that stranger’s hand.

   God knew how much you hated his pack, the smell and how you hated the feeling of falling for it. Because as he wrote, another thing that you knew he wouldn’t let you read, tapping his foot in the song’s rhythm, exhaling the cigarette’s smoke you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

  “Why are you so quiet?” He asked, not even lifting his eyes from his notebook.

  “Thinking…” you admitted.

  “I hate when you think… you tend to overthink” he sighed closing his book.

  “Well, I hate when you smoke, I guess we never have the things we want, do we?” He chuckled, left his cigarette and slipped his arm around you, and you would hate it because, as usual, you tensed wondering if he could feel your heart quickening its pace.

  “You are so jaunty, Min Yoongi…”

  “I’m behaving so well…” his eyes warned you that he was controlling himself, it was like this for weeks, he would flirt, you would flirt, but nothing ever happened, so you would just flush and look away.

  At this point, you already new every detail from his room, the random lyrics on the ceiling, the posters from rappers you didn’t know on the wall, and the few classical CDs on the left corner right next to the door. You remember hesitating before accept his first invitation to meet his room, he called you a pervert once he notice your wide eyes, but he was Min Yoongi, so he said something about being irresistible, and flirted you inside his room. It was a mess; well it still a mess, but you got used to it, and liked it… loved it.

  “You know I haven’t even been bold, yet…”

  “Cause rush me to your room, or invade mine isn’t bold at all.”

  “Are you this innocent? Because if you are I am willing to show you how bold I could be” he leaned towards you, until the point your foreheads were touching and your lips so close that his breathing would skim your lips, you closed your eyes gaining courage to your response.

  “And how bold can Min Yoongi be?”

  His answer never came, at least not by words, because his lips were on yours in a sensual and delicate dance both of you too caught up in the moment that your lips were finally meeting. His lips felt so soft against yours, but demanding all the words and gestures you’ve kept were on display, you opened up and something inside you warned that he realized it at the very first brush of his lips against yours.

  As his lips explored yours, and asked for an entrance that you gladly gave, he realized that you were as addicting as his cigarette.

  When invaded your room, a pack in his pocket, a cigarette in his lips and a notebook in hands there was nothing unusual, he would do it in the worst hours, like now 2am.

  “I need inspiration” he would inform taking your chair, but out off the normal he didn’t turn his eyes to his notebook at the moment, but followed you as you plopped on your bed.

  “What’s wrong?” You asked once you notice his stare.

  “I said I need inspiration” he chuckled in a low tone, one that he rarely used and that gave you chills. He moved towards you silently, thoroughly every step of his would make your pulse heat, he smirked when your eyes widened with the shift of your bed under his weight, he inhaled deeply before exhaling the nicotine down and abandoning his cigarette on your bedside table.

  "What do you want from me, Min Yoongi?" You asked eyes closed as you inhaled his pale breathing.

  "I want you addicted to me" you felt his warmth, inches away "just like I'm to these cigarettes, just like I'm to you" you sighed as you first felt his lips against yours, they were so soft and fitted oh-so right on yours.

  His hands roamed your body as the cigarette was consumed by the fire, as his lips, bitter-sweet assaulted your. His hands silently climbed your back under the t-shirt you were wearing, and you groaned when he bit your lower lip.

  Suddenly your back were on the bed, his hands reaching for your erect nipples as you sighed a plead for him, once you felt his member growing in his hospital pants.

  "I'm blaming you for letting me in without a bra on."

  "Then I'm glad I wasn't wearing one" he chuckled low, his eyes in a dark shade of brown took the sight of your vulnerable form under him, you were fighting the urge to look away, his stare have always been too much for you to handle.

  "God, you are so beautiful" he sighed as lifting your t-shirt, your chest would rise and fall fast, but it was okay because he was in the same page as you, at least tonight, you closed your eyes once again, feeling so fragile, so vulnerable.  "Please, look at me" he pleaded and you groaned when you saw the way he stared at you. "You are gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I want these eyes on me when you're screaming from pleasure" he smirked and without a warning he invaded your pants just to feel how wet you were and he groaned in a low and urgent tone.

  “You are so fucking wet, I bet that I could slip just fine in this pretty pussy of yours, and I didn't even got started, you're so hot, baby..." you bit your lower lip trying to keep quiet as he penetrated you with his middle finger.

  "Oh, you better open that pretty mouth of yours, I wanna hear you, baby" he said and you couldn't keep in the sound when another digit joined in his thrusts.

  "Please, Yoongi" you mewled as he pushed your pants lower, now forming a pile with your t-shirt on the floor.

  "Gosh you look so pretty with my fingers stuffing you, damn you'll look even prettier with my cock inside if you, won't you?" Your hands formed fists holding the sheets as you felt that sensation building, the butterflies ready to take off, and when you thought it couldn't get better his lips covered your clit as one of your hands gripped his hair your disposable arm covered your eyes. He hit your arm and you looked at him, his eyes held a warning you wouldn't hide anymore and when a third digit penetrated you the pleasure was too much to keep on, you fell down from his smoke, his glimpse of heaven.

  He didn't stopped his motions until you complained from oversensitivity. His face was glistening from your juices, he licked his lips and his fingers.

  "You're so tasty..." he pecked your lips in a quick kiss, but he was addicting, you needed him, and when you touched his boner he realized you wanted him.  "Please, don't do this to me..."

   "What?" You asked faking innocence pressing his member over his pants, he groaned and bit you shoulder, rolling his covered throbbing member on you naked center.

  "Stop it if you don't want to" he asked you and it was your turn to chuckle.

  "I want you, Min Yoongi" he bit his lower lip "I want you more than I've ever wanted something in my whole life, I want you."

  "Say it again."

  "I want you" you delicately kissed his temple, his nose and his lips, biting then right after, sensually "I want you to fuck me."

  The sound he made was animalistic, within seconds he was naked over you, he teased the bud of nerves just to make sure you were still wet. And without a warning he was inside of you.

  "You're so tight" you wanted to say that he was thick and not the other way, but adjusting got your tongue he was so delicate you never even imagined that he would be this thick down on his body. "Can I go on?" He bitted his lip, trying to fight the urge to fuck you senseless.

  Your answer was a shy roll of your hips that got both of you panting and moaning. He started slow, making you take him inch by inch; you embraced him with your leg as you tried to meet his trusts.

  Yoongi bitted and kissed your lips, neck and breasts, and in a move you were riding him, he moaned in that low tone of his that gave you chills and the courage to move even faster, his hands squeezed your ass, guiding you, as he tried to meet your moves. You would moan his name as a mantra, the only thing you could remember, the only thing you ever wanted, him.

  You felt the not building once again, you clutched his shoulders once he sat to give you stability, his hands caressed your back, your ass, and grabbed your hair in a fist to kiss your neck, your movements never stopped, up and down, in and out, but it was too slow, so he gained the control once again, towering your body and without a warning he trusted in, merciless, leading you to your limit, fucking you senseless. The bed was shaking, the sounds of flesh colliding filled the bedroom, your nails marked his back as he lifted your leg up, touching that spot that got you so close to your high that you started to clench him, he screamed your name in pleasure and as the two of you cum together you fell down, and go up in his puff of heaven, just like a daydream.

  He guided you, as you would fell in a billion pieces of pleasure. He collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily. The cigarette had stopped burning a long time ago, but you could still scent it, and you wanted to laugh, because the smell you used to hate was him, mixed to his soap, his lotion, sex, you, him, and you loved it.

  You didn't say anything, the silence was everything you needed as he slipped to the side, making you rest your head on his chest, you traced circles there, until his smirk turned in an innocent view as he dreamed, you followed him right after.

[jiminspira]

Shaking Hands With The Devil - Drabble

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: mention of the previous activities, nothing more or less, just a short drabble cAuSe I WaNNa a FaLLeN JiN sorry

The gif isn’t mine, my friend send it, cr to its owner

Check (my bae’s) @ahgasthetic moodboard

“My sin was not specifically this or that But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil The devil held me in his clutches The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Drabble

MASTERLIST

   It’s been days but your taste was printed in Yoongi’s mouth and it was pissing him off that he couldn’t focus on anything that weren’t you. Whenever he closed his eyes he would remember the perfect way that your pretty pink mouth would form to moan his name, or the way your hands grabbed the sheets whenever he would push you to the edge.

  Not even the brunette girl that tried to gain his attention on the way to the bar could distract him from you, and for fucks sake he loved brunets.

   And maybe because he couldn’t control his mind that insisted to search for the memories of tasting you he refused the urge to find you and beg to make you his. Because he would fall all the way from heaven again just so he could hear you moaning his name, or just even your messy breath trying to control the whimpers, but was to proud to take you before you begged for it.

   And of course the question that first lead you to that.

   "Where are you, Agust?“ Seokjin asked his friend, if they could call each other friends. He took a deep breath remembering that he wasn’t alone.

  Seokjin made an impression, it was impossible for him to go unnoticed, if Yoongi didn’t know him well he would feel attracted for those brown eyes and plump lips. So he just took a sip of his bottle sighed and blew the foggy memories away, as far as he could at least and focused on his friend.

   "She asked me if it was worth it” Yoongi said, but neither of them knew if he was speaking to his fellow fallen angel or just to himself. “No one, ever in those thousands and thousand years, no one asked me if it was worth it, after all this time I never imagined that something new would appear. And she tastes so good…" 

   "Who?” Seokjin interrupted, much more interested about a girl that tasted good, Yoongi finally looked at him, one eyebrow up. “Virgin girl?” He felt the burn of his friend gaze and arched one of his eyebrows.

   "Don’t call her like that" he sibilated, his eyes were slightly red, and his expression was lethal.

   "Careful, Agust D" the older demon said chuckling softling his friend stare “If I didn’t know you better I could swear you were falling in love for your pray.” His eyes were curious just waiting for Yoongi’s reaction.

   "We don’t fall in love" he said, remembering to have already told you that in one of your dreams.

   "You’re the one saying, my friend…“ he said after laughing "So answer me, was it worth it?”

   "Hell yes" and they both laughed toasting to their fell, ignoring the little annoying voice in his head that was asking to see you that night.

[jiminspira]

Shaking Hands With The Devil (3)

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: it might mention sex, but nothing further than that… for now SMUT, if you feel unconfortable with it don’t read.

Check (my bae’s) @ahgasthetic moodboard

Since a cutie asked for it @youngmalums here’s part 3

“My sin was not specifically this or that But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil The devil held me in his clutches The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Drabble

MASTERLIST

Ever since the kiss Min Yoongi was now an integrated part of your dreams it took a long time for you to notice that this was only his incubus influence on you, it was way different from your previous dreams with him… But if anyone asked you, you would deny it till your death.

“I’m curious about one thing, and you won’t leave my dreams anyways, so just answer it.”

“Fine… but I’ll want a reward” he winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Was it worth it?” You asked and he was expressionless, you loved when that happened, it was because you had pulled a string “I mean, all the books say that you were kicked out for your unsatisfying lust for women, don’t you regret?”

“Babygirl, have you ever had sex?” He shook his head “of course not, that’s why I’m here right now. You can’t talk about things you don’t know, I could show you in hundreds different ways why heaven is way disposable when compared to sex.”

“Sex is overheated.”

“So said the virgin” he smirked and you felt your cheeks burn “oh, baby, you don’t like it when I refer to you as the little naive virgin girl you are, do you? Or maybe is just because you’re imagining all the different ways I could fuck you to prove that heaven is sex” he was walking closer, and closer, his feet wouldn’t even make a sound, as a cat reaching for its pray, and fuck he was heating you up.

“I can smell you, Y/N, you’re delicious and shameful wet for my dirty mouth… I should as well dry it for you, as the one who caused this… mess.” He liked his pink lips as you gulped “let me suck you… please, babygirl, you’re gonna like it so bad” he was just a few steps away, and involuntary you closed your eyes, you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I can make you feel so good, if you let me just this time, I promise you won’t loose the bet, I won take your virginity, if you don’t ask me to, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“You can never trust a demon” you whispered with your eyes still closed as he kissed your neck.

“You already let me kiss you, I’m a demon of word… And I’m the one begging you, I’ll only take it, when you be the one begging. Please, baby” his hands assaulted your body, it was cold, he was cold, but everywhere he touched burnt, you moaned when he cuppet your breasts.

“Yes” and his lips found yours, it’s been a week since your first and until now only kiss, but it felt like something more this time, you were feeling it burning your aching center, the devious lust, you were ruined forever, you knew, but you weren’t strong enough to go back now.

When you opened your eyes you saw your bedroom, you weren’t dreaming anymore, and Yoongi was unbuttoning your pajamas shirt, he kissed your jaw, and then the valley between your breasts, his eyes, now glistening a little red, never left yours.

He sucked your breasts and you were a painting mess, you would moan whenever he bit your hard nipples, loving the feeling of his tongue on your soft skin. Your hands reached for his black locks, pressing his head on you, and he moaned against your skin.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy” he moaned again as his kisses descended down your body, sucking your skin, and your shorts were gone now. Without any previous warning his mouth was on your center and he literally growled. “You’re sweeter than I’ve ever imagined, I’ll never get enough of you” his irises was now full red, he lifted your legs over his shoulders granting him more access to your center.

He would skillful suck and bite you, while teasing your clit with his fingers, and you hated yourself for enjoy it so much, moaning and even calling his name, while trapping him between your legs. Yoongi offered you a taste of your own arousal stopping just to stare you, and moaned deeply when your tongue rolled along his pale digits. He growled under his breath before attacking his mouth back to your core. Slipping the digits out of your mouth, Yoongi brings them down and wastes no time in pushing one of them between your folds, making both of you mewl at the contact.

You could feel your walls contract around his fingers, the tight warmth when you felt your orgasm close, he was quicker feeling you close to your peak.

“Come for me, Y/N” he said against your skin, and as if his approval was the only thing that was keeping you from your release now you were coming, almost screaming his name.

He kept licking your folds even when you asked him to stop for the oversenses, until you were all clean. His breath was as uncoupled as yours, you were lying side to side, realization finally heating you, but what was done was done.

“You choked me” he chuckled, and you stared at him with wide eyes “don’t look at me like that, baby, I loved” he kissed your hand, and you realized you were all naked before your all clothed nemesis.

“There’s no reason to hide now, sweetheart, saw everything… nice body, by the way” he winked.

“Shut the fuck up!” You said attempting to hide your body.

“Good girls shouldn’t curse, baby” he was now on top of you, your heart was beating like a bongo. “I adore this dirty mouth of yours” he bit your lower lip kissing you smoothly.

“Tell me to stop, or I won’t be able to control myself, Y/N, baby” he whispered rubbing his clothed bulge on your exposed center. You moaned and when his hand reached for your cheek, you snapped out off his spell.

“Yoongi…” You said and he stopped, still on top of you.

“I said I’m a demon of my word” he winked “but if you need more help… You know who to call.”

“Does demons have cellphones now?” You chuckled.

“I might be a little old” he defended himself gaining a laugh “but I can use IMessage and WhatsApp this is 21st century, baby. But all you need to do is to call my name out loud with your hands between your legs, I’ll come, pink promise"he assured you winking again.

“You’re ridiculous, Agust D” you laughed again.

“Hum… already on the pet names? Be careful, Y/N, or you’ll take away the fun on this bet.” You arched your eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate “it’s only worth it if I make you beg, if you commanded me right now…”

“I might make you my familiar if you keep this shit up.”

“First of all, virgin. I’m not able of being a familiar, I’m a fallen angel, second of all you might be sweet, but never no one will be sweet enough to pet me.”

“I think you would look nice with black cat ears and a lash…”

“Hum… is that your fantasy? Sorry, love, I’m the dominant type… but…” he kissed you “I would enjoy lashing you up, or maybe handcuffing you to this mattress…”

“Get out!” You screamed kicking him out as you felt your cheeks burn.

“Next time I’ll be prepared, baby” he winked one last time vanishing throw your window.

“I’m so fucked up…” You whispered to yourself.

Drabble

[jiminspira]

I Smile

Soulmate AU

Warnings: an angst smutshy?

Inspired by I Smile - Day6 MV (check it)

The old same not working soulmate system 

“But who’s the bad boy?”

“Badboy?” You asked quite amused by the street artist.

“The ones who make women wait are not the good guys, sweety” he shook his head and squeezed your shoulder before leaving, his words fixated in your head.

“Belive me, dear, you deserve way better than whoever this badboy is.”

And now you were smiling to that red mark permanently printed in your arm, as you patiently stood there waiting for him.

That smile was always there, the only one that he ever had, a heartbreaking one and you wished with all your heart be able to fix whatever that was broken, even knowing that you could break yourself in the process.

He would always make you smile, even if it hurts, because being next to him was all you ever wanted. Hands laced together, but his eyes were always so far away, so you would just frequently snap your fingers gaining his attention, at least for a few minutes.

“Where are you, Jaebum?”

“Oh, sorry, Y/N, got distracted, what were you saying?” He would always answer and you would always repeat yourself, because he was worth it.

But the conversations were always shallow, all your encounters ended at the same place, yours.

He would lead you to heaven, kissing you kindly and needy, eager from the love that only you were able to offer him, and that filled him.

He would take your coat and scarf off, marking your skin, aiming to prove that only him could satisfy all your needs. He smirked every time you begged for him, god that was music to his ears, and he loved the way you would moan his name whenever he was sucking you off.

Jaebum made you taste yourself offering two of his digits that once were leading you to your high, and you eagerly swallowed them gaining a low groan and a curse, proudly smiling to yourself whenever he announced that he needed to be inside you.

“Hands and knees baby girl” he would command and you would happily agree to his orders, wishing to feel anything at all.

At the first thrust you could feel your high approaching never metering how many times he had made you come with his fingers, mouth and even thighs whenever he wanted to push you to your limit.

He kissed your back as he would merciless fuck you senseless, the way that left you sore marked by Im Jaebum, making impossible to ever forget him. Until it ended in a pleasant burst, both of you coming.

But there was never cuddles, lazy talks, or even lay down side by side.

You always watched as he slowly got dressed, and would turn your gaze away whenever you sense him staring you back. You just turned to that white wall and internally sighed so tired of your… routine.

He kissed your forehead, not a word said he left and you cried because when he realized it wasn’t love, that mark on your arm glowed sadly red and incomplete, and you sad smiled to yourself because he was your soulmate, but you weren’t his.

[jiminspira]

The Promise

Genre: Smut, agnst

Warnings: again smut

Gif isn’t mine, cr to its owner

The air was heavy, as if the room’s oxygen had vanished, at least for the ones that knew their story. 

Everything was like a movie in his head “is up to you if you wanna break up”, “just do whatever you want”, “it’s your life”, and his heart shrunk, he knew that at any moment this would happen, but no one could blame him for praying on its delay.

On the other hand, you couldn’t lift your gaze from your shoes, and despite everything he wanted to cross the stage at the sight of your sunbae touching your knee while smiling, but he couldn’t, you weren’t his anymore, he didn’t have the right, he asked himself if you ever were his after all…

“I think Y/N’s group is next” Yugyeom stated once he notice his hyung’s stare, he didn’t know the story, almost nobody did.

“You’re fine?” Jaebum asked and repeated when the answer never came.

He just nodded, and the oldest sighed asking if he wanted to leave, but the youngest just shook his head again. He knew that it wasn’t healthy, to observe you, that the price would be countless nights sleepless remembering you, but he couldn’t deny the urge to remain there, the urge to drink you with his eyes…

And for the first time he wished his group wasn’t so close to your company sunbaes. Because now you were face to face, you could feel his stare on you, maybe that’s why you weren’t able to lift your head, until one of your group mates pinched your arm, and you just did what everyone expected, forced your head up and a smile rose on your face, greeting Got7 one by one, until his time, you gulped.

“Jin… Jinyoung” it came out like a whisper. The air was suddenly heavy, as if the room’s oxygen had vanished, at least for the ones that knew their story.

“Y/N” he bowed shortly, he knew you were running from his gaze, because once your eyes met, you wouldn’t be able to let go, not again.

“Are you going to the party?” Jackson asked excited and after a little persuasion the recently debuted group agreed. Jungkook squeezed you arm his eyes asking if you were okay, you dared smile; he just shook his head sighing.

After years of struggling at JYP, Big Hit’s PD noticed you and here you were the leader of their first girl group. He said you were perfect for it, pretty, responsible, kind and knew just how to behave in any occasion. But not tonight, tonight you were inside of your pretty little shell, building your wall way up so Park Jinyoung wouldn’t reach you, until, the mere fact of being close to him no longer be tolerable.

“Where are you going?” You would recognize that voice anywhere even in a crowded place, and as the rain began to fall you slowly turned towards him, just to meet a pair of worried eyes, and it hurt to see that he still cared.

“I don’t know” you answered sincerely “home maybe” the chilly rain was stronger now.

“Alone?” you nodded while he shook his head leading you for some shelter “you shouldn’t walk in the rain, you just debuted, and you don’t want to get sick.” He scolded and typed something on his phone “I’m driving you home.”

“You… you don’t hate me?” You hesitantly asked, slowly lifting your stare until reach his face.

“God knows I wish” he sighed, and for the first time he was the one that looked away “because I still love you” he forced his eyes to meet yours, and maybe because it was raining, or because he had have a few drinks, or maybe because the sight of your shiny eyes and half parted mouth was too inviting he couldn’t fight the urge of kissing you.

His lips were soft just the way you remember, sweet and rough, God, you missed him. You keep on each other lips, maybe to scared of letting go and wake up like happened way too many times. The driver opened the car’s door, breaking the kiss spell, he handed Jinyoung the keys and walked the opposite way under his umbrella.

Jinyoung opened the car’s door for you, and with your intertwined fingers he silently drove you to his apartment.

He took two caps from the car’s compartment putting on and the other carefully on you, cupping your face and pecking your lips smiling as if not a day had passed, as if his heart had never being broken.

When someone entered the elevator he hid you with his body, you rested your covered head on his back and even not seeing it, you could sense his smile. 

As soon as his apartment door was closed your lips were there again colliding, as if it was your last doing on earth, he touched you willing to end all the need and longings.

“I missed you so much” he said against your lips between the kisses, and you dared to say: me too.

In the living room he took your jacket, in the living room you took away his suit. A domain battle took place; until you gave up, yearning to have all he was handing to you. You wanted to feel his hands caressing you body, feel everything you missed, feel the man that you love, him.

The kiss didn’t stop so you could catch your breath or walk properly into his bedroom, stopped so you could take his shirt off, stopped so he could take off your dress.

He growled at the sight of your exposed chest, lacy panty and knee socks that he oh so loved, he cornered you until you fell on his bed. He kept kissing you, moving down caressing your body, he kissed your perky nipples earning a low growl, teasing you the way he knew would drive you crazy, as if he had touched you yesterday.

You would growl his name every time his touch was overstimulating you, or was to light. He would smirk, happy teasing and keeping his pace down until his lips were on the waist of your panties, his eyes searched yours for any sight of hesitancy and he sighed when all he saw was lust.

He slip his hands between your thighs and felt how wet you were for him.

“It’s so good to know that I’m still able to do this to you, babygirl, you have no idea of how many nights I couldn’t sleep just remembering how wet you got under my touch, the way you called my name…”

“Jinyoungie” you whispered “please, I need you now” you bit your lower lip gazing his brown ones.

“I spent too many nights dreaming with this, Y/N, I won’t allow it to end this quick” he finally pushed your panties down and before any warning his lips were on your wet aching center, his digits entered you, and once more he took your breath away, soon all you were able to do was call for his name as if it was your new mantra.

He would overstimulate you, combining his mouth and digits movements, his free hand keep teasing your body, his gaze never left yours… he parted your lips and his kisses were deeper, his tongue wouldn’t stop teasing your core doing all he could to make you come.

“I’m… I’m coming” you warned, but before you could he stopped, you glared in wrath for not being able to reach your high, but you were even more aroused to see him glowing with your juices all over his face, and when his lips found yours you could feel your own taste.

“I missed your taste so fucking much” he whispering while kissing one of your weak spots that he knew way to well “But I want you to come around me” he said entering you reaching your spot on the first thrust.

You practically screamed feeling the pleasure building up from your interrupted high. You scratched his back when you felt the hickeys forming anywhere he kissed. He would always do that, mark your body wanting the world to know that you were his, even if this time maybe you weren’t.

He was fast, moving, touching, thrusting, kissing precisely letting her realize that he knew her body well. He would melt on you calling your name, kissing your lips wanting to possess your whole body, just the way you wanted him to. And there you were again feeling your high built up, and when that thin line finally broke you shouted his name scratching his back once again.

He kept moving guiding you and searching for his own and he feel apart on top of you murmuring “Y/N” while biting and kissing your neck finally slipping to your side, he covered your body and wrapped you between his arms.

“I love you” you whispered and felt his smile on your skin.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he kept saying until you were a laughing mess, as you would always do whenever he did that. “I’m deadly serious here” his gaze met yours and forehead against forehead he pleaded in a whisper “Promise me you won’t leave me this time” and accepted your kiss as an answer unaware that it was an apologize.

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Shaking Hands With The Devil (1)

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: it might mention sex, but nothing further than that… for now

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“My sin was not specifically this or that But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil The devil held me in his clutches The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 2, Part 3, Drabble 

MASTERLIST

Of course existed a reason for some boy like Min Yoongi be so interested on you. Sister Marry told you that existed a reason for you to be what you are. Min Yoongi wanted you because you were a member of the he Huntress, and he… he was a fucking demon.

“Why are you running away now, sweetheart?” You heard his voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“How come I be the one who’s running away when you’re the one hiding in the shadows?” You hissed, trying to fade the fears.

“Already missing me, princess?” His voice was near this time and you got yourself ready. “So here I am” he whispered against your ear. And in a quick movement you went for his face, but he was quicker, and now you were pressed against the wall, he on your back.

“Why are you like this now? You’ve always been such a good girl, what changed, Y/N?”

“Fuck you!”

“Cursing now are we? Tsc… Tsc… You need a lesson, baby…”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Min Yoongi!”

“You were so lovely before, not that I’m complaining, I’m definitely loving this wide feisty side of yours, but why don’t you tell me what changed?”

“You tricked me! Acting all decent when you were Agust, the demon Agust! And I bet you choose me, as if you knew who I was!” You tried to hit him again, but this time worked so you were free now.

“Of course I knew who you were… they don’t explain this in that horrendous place they raised you? Pure virgins like you are the sweetest to corrupt…” he liked his lips from afar, and you hated yourself for that being so effective.

“Me? Corrupted? Never, Agust.”

“Now they call me Agust D, I think it’s nice…” he winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Why?”

“I think we already went to this detail…”

“I’m not the only Huntress on that damn college, why me?” His ice smirk spread, and it froze you.

“There’s this glimpse of innocent in your eyes, Y/N, that I want to take away with me…”

There was the reason, and you were infuriated. He was all around you for almost a month, being the mysterious, pretty, the sweet and o-so-interested guy. And what made everything worst was that you were truly considering it, he made you fell, and now you were on hell, not literally, at least, yet.

“You’ll never have me” you were adamant.

“Why are you flustered then?” He teased “I know you want me, baby, as bad as I want… You want me to fuck you senseless, to scream my name while I take away your virtue…” he smirked and liked his lips again “I can see it in your eyes, you wanna be corrupted, Y/N, I’m only here to fulfill your deepest and dirtiest desires…” You gulped, you didn’t want to be affected, but goddamnit.

“You’re wrong” that’s when you attacked. He defended as if you were a bug, nothing more than an annoying bug, and that was pissing the shit out off you.

“Y/N, baby, stop, daddy doesn’t want to hurt you” he held your wrists, and was as cool as ever, while you were a panting mess, his eyes were taking in every single trace of you. “How did you notice?” He asked, truly interested on your answer, as if he doubted you could discovered that on your own.

“I would never notice” you admitted, and you smirked this time “if you have hidden better this scar… You know that one that looks like a tattoo, that says in Greek ‘demon’…”

“Thanks for the tip, Imma hide it better next time…”

“For how long would you hide?” Your voice cracked, and for an instant you though that something flashed in his eyes, but it was just a glimpse, his menace was back.

“I don’t really know, after I got enough of fucking you, maybe…”

“Not gonna happen.”

“I’m a demon, you know that I don’t need you to ask for it.”

“Yes you do” you smirked “I read stories about you, you like to seduce and to fool women and men… You never opt to take it against somebody’s will…”

“You know me too well, babygirl…” he nodded his head chuckling “but you know I can see what you desire, and you do want me to take that purity off of you. You want to give yourself to me, as much as I want you to.”

“You’re wrong!”

“No I’m not,” he just stated “then let’s play a little game… Don’t look at me like that” he chuckled “you can always say no… but you seem so determined that my devious self doesn’t affect you, so I think you can accept it…”

“What do you want, Yoongi? For me to shake hands with the devil?”

“I wanna just a little bet, if you win I’ll turn myself in… And you can do whatever you want…”

“If I lose?”

“My prize will be just your defeat.”

“What’s the bet?”

“I bet I can convince you to ask… even beg for me to fuck you” Min Yoongi was never a smiley guy, but right now he was smiling as if he had just won the lotto.

“That’s not gonna happen, Agust” you arched one of your eyebrows.

“That means you accepted, baby?” The smirk was there to creep you out, and you hated yourself for being so goddamn stubborn.

“You’re gonna regret it.”

“You won’t, I’m way too good on bed” he held out his hand, and there you were, shaking hands with the devil, without even knowing that now he had you in his clutches.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, demons don’t fall in love.”

“So why are you here again?”

Part 2, Part 3, Drabble

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Ever since you moved to your new apartment and met Jaebum you knew that he was a player, but that never stopped your attraction for the fuckboy next door... the fact that he was an ass helped, but until when will you be able to resist that sexy pair of eyes?

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So your hot neighbor and you kissed… you wanna fix things up before it screws your friendship, but what if he doesn’t want things to go back to the way they used to be?

[jiminspira]

Ever since you moved to your new apartment and met Jaebum you knew that he was a player, but that never stopped your attraction for the fuckboy next door... the fact that he was an ass helped, but until when will you be able to resist that sexy pair of eyes?

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So you have a new neighbor, a definitely hot neighbor that can be a hell of a headache…

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MASTERLIST

Português (P) / English (E)

Mature content (M)

- Y O O N G I

Series

Shaking Hands With The Devil: Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Drabble, Part 4 (M)- (3/5) (E) Incubus Yoongi

Completely inspired by WINGS Shortfilms

Oneshots

Cigarette (M) - (E) Angst, Inspired by Offonoff’s Cigarette

“God knew how much you hated his pack, the smell and how you hated the feeling of falling for it”

- H O S E O K

You Don’t Own Me - (E) Fluff, slight mention to sex, a totally *drunk reader*

103B - (E) Texts Stories (1/?)

When you have a new neighbor that will rock your world

- T A E H Y U N G

We’ll Fix It - (P) um angst suave

Paper Hearts (M)- (P) Angst

- J U N G K O O K

Kissed: Part1;  Part2 - (E) Texts Stories (2/?)

When you and your hot neighbor, aka your best friend, have a problem...

- J I N Y O U N G

A Promessa (M) - (P) Angst

The Promise (M) - (E) Angst

- J A E B U M

Stay Away Neighbor - (E) Texts Stories (1/?)

When your neighbor is pure sin, but you can’t help the attraction

I Smile (M) - (E) Angst  Soulmate AU 

Inspired by I Smile - Day6 MV  The old same not working soulmate system

Last update: 04/21st

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A Promessa

Par: Jinyoung  x S/N

Gênero: Angst, Smut

*1666* palavras

Descrição: Ela havia quebrado seu coração, mas ele não podia evitar amá-la

Avisos: conteúdo +18 explícito, então se quiser ler não diga que ninguém avisou... Talvez vire uma série, talvez permaneça uma one shot, depende de vocês

*I’m posting the english version soon* 

Ps: I don’t own any of the gifs

   Foi como se o oxigênio da sala tivesse sido sugado, pelo menos para os que conheciam a história.

   Tudo passou como um filme na cabeça dele “Você que sabe”,“a escolha é sua se vamos terminar”, “não importa pra mim”, “eu não ligo”, “é a sua vida”, e seu coração parecia ter se tornado pequeno, ele sabia que em algum momento isso ocorreria, mas ninguém poderia julgá-lo por querer que isso demorasse.

   Ela do outro lado, não tirava os olhos dos pés, e ele quis atravessar o stage quando viu um dos sunbainims da empresa dela apertar-lhe o joelho e sorrir, mas ele não podia, ele não tinha mais esse direito. E ela com seu grupo se levantou.

   “Será que o grupo da S/N é o próximo?” Yugyeom perguntou animado, ele não sabia da história.

   “Você está bem?” JB perguntou e quando o amigo não respondeu ele perguntou de novo “você está bem?”

   Ele respondeu com nada além de um balançar de cabeça, o mais velho suspirou e perguntou se ele queria sair, mas ele simplesmente repetiu o movimento em negativa. Ele sabia que não era saudável a observar ali, que por noites ele não conseguiria dormir se lembrando dela, mas não conseguia evitar a urgência de permanecer ali, a urgência de poder bebê-la com os olhos.

   E pela primeira vez ele quis que o seu grupo não fosse tão próximo do grupo da mesma empresa dela. Porque agora estavam frente a frente, os olhos dele fixos nela, e ela olhando para qualquer lugar que não ele, até ser cutucada por uma das garotas de seu grupo, ela sorriu apologeticamente, e cumprimentou a todos, até chegar nele.

   “Jin… Jinyoung” saiu quase como um sussurro, e o oxigênio tinha sumido para todos ali, pelo menos para todos que conheciam a história.

   “S/N” ele cumprimentou com uma reverência mais curta que a dela, ele sabia que ela queria fugir do olhar dele, mas agora que ambos se olhavam nos olhos, nenhum conseguia desviar o olhar.

   “Vocês vão para festa?” Jackson perguntou animado e depois de todos insistirem o grupo recém debutado concordou, Jungkook cutucou de leve a líder com um olhar que dizia ‘você está bem?’ que ela respondeu apenas com um balançar de cabeça.

   Depois de anos lutando na JYP, Bang PD Min notou a garota e a quis em seu primeiro Girl Group, e ali estava ela. Ela era agradável, responsável e sabia se comportar de acordo com a ocasião, mas hoje ela estava presa em sua própria concha erguendo sua barreira, para não ser atingida por Park Jinyoung, até que o simples fato de estar perto dele não fosse tolerável.

   “Onde você está indo?” Ela reconheceria essa voz mesmo que estivesse em meio uma multidão, e, ao mesmo tempo que a chuva começava a cair, ela lentamente se virou para encontrar um par de olhos preocupados e a atingiu em cheio saber que ele ainda se preocupava.

   “Eu não sei” ela respondeu sincera. “Talvez para casa” a chuva começava a aumentar.

   “Sozinha?” Ela anuiu e ele balançou a cabeça a puxando para um lugar coberto “você não pode pegar chuva assim, acabou de debutar, não pode adoecer” ele ralhou e começou a mexer no celular “vou te levar pra casa…”

   “Você… não… me odeia?” Ela perguntou hesitantemente subindo seu olhar do chão até chegar ao rosto dele.

   “É o que eu mais gostaria” ele suspirou, pela primeira vez desviando o olhar dela. “Porque eu ainda amo você, S/N” ele se desafiou a olhá-la nos olhos, e a expressão dela foi convidativa demais para que ele pudesse evitar, os olhos arregalados, cheios de água seja da chuva ou não, a boca entreaberta e em um canto escondido o mesmo sentimento que ele sentia, amor, então a beijou, e não parou de beijá-la quando o motorista os alcançou. E ela correspondia, avidamente. O motorista abriu a porta do carro, quebrando o feitiço que estava sobre os dois e quando entregou a chave para o garoto andou para o sentido oposto, sob seu guarda chuva.

   Jinyoung abriu a porta do carro para ela e com as mãos entrelaçadas ele silenciosamente dirigiu para o próprio apartamento, tomando o silêncio dela como aceitação.

   Ele pegou dois bonés no porta luvas, colocando um em si e o outro cuidadosamente nela, ela sorriu como se todos esses anos nunca tivessem passado, ele sorriu também como se ela nunca tivesse quebrado seu coração.

   Quando outra pessoa entrou no elevador, ele usou o próprio corpo para escondê-la e ela encostou a cabeça nas costas dele. E assim que o apartamento teve sua porta fechada era um encontro de bocas, ele a tocava de forma a matar toda a saudade dos anos, e ela se deixava ser tocada da forma que apenas ele fazia.

   “Eu senti tanto a sua falta” ele dizia contra seus lábios e ela se atrevia a sorrir e a dizer: eu também.

   Na sala ele se livrou do casaco dela, na sala ela se livrou da jaqueta dele, enquanto uma batalha por domínio era travada em seus beijos, até que tudo que ela queria era sentir, sentir o carinho do homem que ela amava, sentir o que o corpo dela se lembrava, sentir aquilo que ela tanto sentia falta, ele.

   O beijo não parou para que pudessem recuperar ar, ou para que pudessem andar normalmente até o quarto dele, parou quando ela tirou a camiseta dele, parou quando ele tirou o vestido dela.

   Ele grunhiu audivelmente ao reparar na ausência de um sutiã, e na presença da meia e das ligas que ele tanto adorava, ele a fez andar até que a parte de trás de seus joelhos se encontrassem com a cama, provocando sua queda. Ele continuou beijando-a, guiando seus lábios pela extensão de seu rosto, pescoço até chegar em seus seios desnudos, ele a provocou da forma que sabia que a levaria a loucura, como se ontem tivesse sido a última vez que ele a tocara.

   “Jinyoung” ela se permitia gemer sempre que o toque dele se tornava demais, ou simplesmente fosse pouco. Ele sorriria de lado, feliz e continuaria a provocando, até que desceu mais seus beijos, beijando uma linha reta desde o centro entre os seios até a baia de sua calcinha.

   Ele escorregou suas mãos da cintura até a parte interna das coxas, deslizando as mãos até a virilha e voltando, até sentir o quão molhada ela estava.

   “É tão bom saber que eu ainda consigo fazer isso com você, babygirl, você não tem ideia de quantas noites eu passei em claro me lembrando do quão molhada eu te fazia, da forma que você chamava meu nome, ou da forma que você me apertava toda vez que…”

   “Jinyoungiee” ela murmurou “eu preciso de você agora… por favor” ela mordeu o lábio inferior encarando os olhos castanhos dele.

   “Eu passei muito tempo esperando e sonhando com isso, S/N, não vou deixar terminar assim tão rápido” e então afastou a calcinha rendada da garota para o lado e a encontrou com a boca ao mesmo tempo que a penetrava com os dedos, ela arfou por ar, não esperando a invasão abrupta dos dedos dele nela, mas logo ela só conseguia repetir o nome dele como se fosse um mantra.

   Ele a superestimulava, combinando o movimento de sua boca e dedos apertando seu corpo com a mão livre, sem desviar o olhar do dela, sua boca percorria toda extensão da intimidade dela, privando-a de ar, ele a chupava, beijava e até mesmo mordia, fazendo de tudo para vê-la chegar ao ápice.

   “Eu vou…” ela tentou avisar, mas parou no segundo em que ele se separou dela, seus olhos se arregalaram, raiva por ter sido privada de seu orgasmo, mas como se fosse possível ela se sentiu ainda mais molhada com a visão dele com  o rosto brilhando por conta dela, e quando ele a beijou ela foi capaz de sentir o próprio gosto.

   “Como eu senti falta do seu gosto…” ele sussurrou enquanto beijava um ponto fraco que ele conhecia muito bem sob sua orelha. “Mas eu quero que você goze assim” ele disse a penetrando de uma só vez, atingindo seu ponto G na primeira metida.

   Ela praticamente gritou pela sensação de prazer começar a se refazer desde seu orgasmo interrompido.

   Ela cravou as unhas nas costas dele quando o sentiu marcar a pele de seu pescoço com chupões e mordidas, ele sempre o fazia, sempre queria deixá-la marcada, sempre queria que o mundo soubesse que ela tinha um dono, que ele era o seu dono, mesmo que agora talvez não o fosse.

   Ele era rápido, e se movimentava precisamente, demonstrando conhecer o corpo dela como o seu, talvez até melhor do que ela mesma.

   “S/N…” ele gemia seu nome, e voltava a beijá-la querendo tê-la por inteiro.    E ela também o desejava com todo seu corpo, alma e coração, até que ele começou a se movimentar mais rápido e ainda mais forte. Jogando-a para onde ela queria, seu orgasmo e então deixou ela alcançá-lo, ela gritou seu nome alto, enquanto arranhava as costas dele.

   E ele continuou se movimentando nela, guiando-a até que alcançasse o próprio, se desmontando sobre o corpo trêmulo dela, afundando sua cabeça na curva do pescoço dela, murmurando baixinho “S/N” enquanto distribuía beijos e mordidas ali, até que escorregasse pro lado, os cobrisse e envolvesse o corpo da menor com o dele.

   “Eu te amo” ela disse baixinho e sentiu o sorriso dele crescer contra suas costas.

   “Eu te amo” ele repetiu até que ela começasse a rir, como ela sempre fazia e então ele a virou para si. “É sério” ele a olhou nos olhos e os dela brilharam, os dois encostaram as testas e fecharam os olhos. “Promete que não vai embora?” Ele pediu sonolento, e aceitou o beijo dela como resposta, sem saber que era um pedido de desculpas.

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I know you must be filled with requests, so... can I ask you who are your favorite tumblr writers?

I am definently not that filled so please feel free to send me requests, I am currently working on three different drabbles and nothing else.

About my favorite tumblr writers, that's quite difficult... I recently found Elle @minflix and I cried my eyes out with blue kiss, because it's so cute... @jungblue Taylor is definitely one of my favorite writers within tumblr and out of tumblr, if she writes I am reading, even if she wrote a book I would buy it. Last but not least @kpopfanfictrash Shanna wrote my favorite Taehyung and Jinyoung's fics like Chism and Iron Crown.

Their stories are my favorites ever!!

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Do you accept requests?

Yes!! I'd love to, 'cause I got like 75% of SHWTD and I'm really stuck.

You can all ask for any plot for BTS, EXO, IKON, Got7 and NCT (just fluffy for the babies please).

I'll be waiting for your requests!!