Y'all Spreading Photos Of Yoongi At The Police Station Make Me Sick To My Stomach Genuinely Want The

y'all spreading photos of yoongi at the police station make me sick to my stomach genuinely want the worst for you nasty ass hoes

never give up, i love every single one of u !

✧.* 18+ MDNI — BTS (방탄소년단)

✧.*

you were desperate for him, you always were. it was a common fact, something you knew well, but he seemed to know even better. it was the sole reason you were in that godforsaken position. NAMJOON laid back, his elbows crossed behind his neck as he gazed up at you, a look of amusement playing on his face. you were on his lap, knees bent and spread for him, sopping cunt on display with nothing to cover it but a pair of sheer lace panties.

he enjoyed teasing you as much as he loved taking care of you. he would give you whatever it was you wanted, you just had to beg him for it. it was the sole reason you sat there, sulking with swollen lips and a pout on your face. “please, joon,” were the only words that you could muster up. a smirk graced his lips, one of his hands finally retracting. he quirked his eyebrow, his rough thumb finding its way to your swollen clit. he didn’t want to give in immediately, but you made it hard to resist. he could feel the way his cock strained beneath his tight boxers, pressing into the naked flesh of your thigh.

“please what, baby? don’t go dumb on me yet,” he practically purred at the way your thighs trembled at the slightest touch, a whimper passing your lips as he toyed with your pussy, using nothing but his thumb to press your sensitive clit down. “use your words for me.” you wanted to, but it seemed impossible. you eased yourself into his touch, trying to get as much friction as possible. you could feel the way his hard cock pressed itself into your skin, begging for some sort of relief.

you needed to give in, to give him what he wanted. “please, joonie,” you repeated, wiping away the tears that were blurring your vision. “please fuck me, please.” it seemed to be enough for him to give in, your cries shooting straight through his dick. after what could’ve been at eternity to you, his fingers finally wrapped themselves around your panties, tugging them down your thighs.

the cool air reacted with the overwhelming warmth that flooded your core, sweeping over your sopping cunt. he hadn't planned on looking away, and he sure wasn't going to. his eyes fall on your pussy, now on display for him and nobody else to see. “see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his tone was taunting, mocking the fact that you had given in so quickly, but you didn’t care. all you wanted was to have him, to feel him.

his hand left your clit and slid down to his cock, stroking it lightly through the fabric of his boxers. “you’re so eager, aren’t you?” he whispered, his eyes darkening with lust. your cheeks flushed red as he pulled down the waistband of his boxers, his cock springing free. it was big, much bigger than you had anticipated. it wasn’t your first time seeing him, but you never seemed to get used to it. a wave of excitement and fear washed over you, but you were too far gone to turn back now.

you nodded, biting your bottom lip as he lined up his cock with your entrance. he was gentle at first, pushing the tip in just enough to tease you. “you’re so tight, baby. this okay?” he whispered, his voice thick with want. you nodded again, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance. you felt like you could come from just that small gesture, your body was so sensitive.

his grip on your hips tightened as he began to push in deeper, inch by inch. your eyes watered as you felt yourself stretching around his size, trying to accommodate him. “fuck, joon,” you breathed out, the pain mixing with pleasure. he didn’t stop, instead he picked up the pace, his cock sinking into you until he fully bottomed out. “you’re doing so good, baby. you’re taking me so well,” he praised, his voice strained. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in slow, firm circles as he began to move his hips. tears blurred your vision as you accompanied this thrusts, your legs working to help you bounce. he held your hips, hands working over the flesh of your ass as he watched you struggle to take him whole.

his cock was thick and long, the head hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. “oh my god, joon,” you moaned, throwing your head back. he grinned, his eyes never leaving yours. “you’re so beautiful when you’re taking my cock like this. tell me how good it feels,” he urged. your cheeks burned at his words, but you couldn’t help but admit it. “it feels so good, so full,” you whined, the pleasure building with each stroke.

his hands slid up to your waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties to keep them out of the way. he bucked his hips up, meeting your downward motion with more force. the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your whimpers of pleasure. “that’s it, ride my cock, baby. just like that,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving your face. your hands moved to his chest, nails digging into his flesh as you picked up speed. you felt like you were going to explode from the inside out.

his cock hit you so deep that you could feel it in your stomach, the sensation overwhelming. your pussy was so wet that it was making obscene sounds with every movement. “you’re so wet for me, baby. so tight and warm. can’t believe how good you feel around me,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. his hips began to rock into you faster, his strokes becoming more erratic as he approached climax. “i’m gonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up,” he warned. you leaned forward, your breasts bouncing in his face as you whispered, “please, namjoon. want all of you inside me.” his eyes rolled back in his head, and with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into you. the feeling of his warm cum filling you up was indescribable, making your orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave.

you collapsed onto him, his cock still twitching inside of you. your breathing was heavy, and your body felt like jelly. he kissed the side of your neck, his hands stroking your back soothingly. “you’re amazing, baby. i knew you could take it all,” he said, his voice filled with pride. your cheeks flushed at his praise, but you couldn’t find the energy to speak. you just lay there, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through your body.

✧.*

the studio was his safe spot, the place he spent a majority of his time. whether he was in the middle of producing a song, or writing a lyrical draft, he found peace in the comfort of the studio. you had nothing against it, you understood his love for music better than anyone, and you often found yourself keeping him company while he worked. he thought of you as more than his girlfriend, you were his muse. he enjoyed his time in the studio more when you were around, even if it was just to keep him silent company.

other times, however, the company was less silent. YOONGI often found himself in a haze of frustration. sometimes, his brain refused to be as persistent as he wanted it to be, which led to sloppier lyrics and various pieces of paper crumbled up and discarded. you knew he had it rough, that he so desperately strived to give it his all and, in return, receive the perfection he craved. it was one of those days, unfortunately. his brain had fogged up, and he didn’t know where to go from there. he was stuck, and in desperate need of release. this time, in more ways than one.

“fuck, just like that,” his cock was heavy against the flat of your tongue, hard and intimidating as his angry, red tip leaked into your mouth. you did more than keep him company, you gave him your all. he appreciated it, you could tell by the way his eyes rolled back as his fingers tugged at your hair, hips bucking upward for you. his desk was cluttered with notes and empty cups of coffee, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of sweat. you didn’t care. you liked this side of him, the side that was raw and human. you liked how he forgot to be the stoic and composed artist when he was lost in the moment with you.

his breath hitched as you took him deeper, your throat tightening around his thickness. your eyes watered, but you didn’t dare pull away. it was your way of saying sorry for not being able to help him earlier. for not knowing the right words to say or the right notes to play. his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his other hand found yours, threading your fingers together in a silent plea for comfort.

his thighs began to tremble, and you knew he was close. your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked harder, and his curses grew louder. “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, his voice hoarse from the strain. you felt a thrill in knowing you had that power over him, that you could pull him out of his head and into the present. so, you kept going. your lips were swollen around the base of his cock, travelling up and down as you sucked him in, the sensation of your mouth wrapped so tightly around him almost too much to bear. your free hand cupped his balls, fondling them and lightly pressing as you sucked him off, the sounds of slurping obscene as you came up after every bob of your head, just to press the tip of your tongue into his slit.

his hand tightened around yours as he finally started to come undone, spurts of hot cum hitting the back of your throat. you swallowed it all, eyes locked on his. he watched you, his expression a mix of pleasure and relief. once he was done, he sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. “thank you,” he murmured, the tension in his voice dissipating.

you looked up at him, a smile playing on your lips as you licked him clean. “anything for you, yoongi,” you whispered, standing up to kiss him. he tasted like salt and satisfaction. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap. his lips were gentle now, a definite contrast to the roughness of your earlier activity. “let’s take a break,” he suggested, his voice still thick with lust. “you’ve earned it.”

✧.*

everybody had their limites and boundaries. you knew when those boundaries could fade and crash just as well. you were perfectly aware of your capabilities, of how much you could take and handle. you made the choice not to push your limits, to not work yourself to the brink of exhaustion. HOSEOK knew just as well about how much you could handle, he was well aware of your physical boundaries, but he pushed them more than he cared to admit. for the most part, you didn’t mind, but he had a way of getting to you, making a mess of you.

“no more, i can't,” you felt the tears slip down your cheeks as your head spun, the beat of your heart quickening as you felt your fourth orgasm of the hour creep up. hoseok hummed against your slick cunt, his tongue lapping away at your slick. he kept his eyes open, just to get the picture perfect view of your abused cunt, red and swollen, yet it was wet with desire, still calling out to him. “you can do it, come on,” he murmured softly, his tongue flicking your overstimulated bundle of nerves in a way that had you crying. “you can cum for me, can’t you?” you felt weak, like the weight of the world was in your arms, yet you could still feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

his eyes flickered up to yours, looking for the usual spark of lust and need. instead, he saw something different. something that made his heart drop a beat. your eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated, and your breathing was shallow. the need was still there, the want was still burning deep within you, but you were close to the edge of pain. hoseok knew he had to be careful. but he was selfish, so very selfish. his own desires clouded his judgment as he pushed for one more. his thumb circled your clit, pressing down hard as his tongue worked faster, fucking into your pussy like he wanted to taste every part of you. your hands fisted into the bed sheets, your body arching off the bed as you tried to escape the pleasure.

you felt the tremor in your legs, the beginnings of another orgasm crashing into you like a wave. hoseok’s eyes never left yours as he watched the desperation play out on your face. he knew you were close to breaking. he could feel your body tense up, the way your cunt was trying to clamp down on his tongue. he knew he had to give you relief. so he pushed harder, faster, until your eyes snapped shut and your back arched. a scream tore from your throat as your pussy clenched around his tongue, the walls fluttering as you came once more. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. he wanted to see how far he could push you, how much you could take before you truly broke.

the tremors subsided, your body going limp against the bed. hoseok’s tongue slowed, the pressure on your clit lightening until it was almost non-existent. your breathing was ragged, your chest rising and falling rapidly. he pulled away, looking up at you with a smug smile on his face. “see, i knew you could do it,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. but there was something else there, something darker. he was proud of himself, proud of how much he had pushed you. but as he looked at you, sprawled out and glistening with sweat and cum, he felt a twinge of guilt. maybe he had gone too far this time. maybe he had pushed too hard. but the way your chest still heaved, the way your cunt still spasmed around his thumb, told him that you hadn’t had enough. so he leaned in again, ready to give you one more, ready to push you to the edge once again.

his mouth found yours, the taste of your need still lingering on his tongue. he kissed you deeply, his thumb still playing with your sensitive clit, keeping you on the edge. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching up to pull him closer, needing more of him. you didn’t care about the pain anymore, all you could feel was the pleasure that he brought you. and so he continued, his kisses growing more demanding as he felt your body respond. he knew he could get one more out of you, he knew you wanted it.

his cock was hard and heavy against his stomach, begging for attention. hoseok broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at you. “turn over,” he ordered, his voice gruff with need. you complied, rolling onto your stomach. he climbed on top of you, his cock pressing against your wet pussy from behind. without preamble, he thrust into you, filling you up in one swift motion. you cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure as he began to fuck you. his hips slammed against your ass, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body. you felt your orgasm building again, and you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer.

but hoseok wasn’t done with you yet. he reached around, his hand finding your clit once again. he rubbed it in small, tight circles, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you in place as he fucked you hard and fast. you felt your pussy tighten around his cock, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. “yes, like that, baby, come for me one more time,” he groaned, his voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. and then it hit you, the most intense orgasm of the night. your body convulsed, your cunt clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. hoseok’s thrusts grew erratic as he felt you come, his own orgasm following closely behind. he filled you up, his cum mixing with your juices as he buried his face in your neck, panting heavily.

once he had caught his breath, he rolled off of you, his body slick with sweat. he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you nodded, your eyes still closed as you tried to process the intensity of what had just happened. you were okay. more than okay. you were alive, you were alive with pleasure, with passion. and as you snuggled closer to him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, you knew that it was what you wanted. it was what you needed. and as long as hoseok was there to give it to you, you would never say no.

✧.*

there was something so pretty about the way he was eager to give himself to you, about the sense of purpose he felt knowing he was all yours. he wanted you to do whatever it was you wanted to him, it made him livid. it was the same principle that made your pussy wet, the same thing that made you protective of him. he was so sweet, so fragile, and he was all yours. there was nobody he loved more, nobody he trusted more. he belonged to you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

his moans were light and airy, his touch feather-like, it was like he was afraid of hurting you. his eyes were slick with tears, his lips plump and wet with his own drool. he was like a lost puppy, one that was needier than the rest. he craved all of your attention, he wanted to feel you for the rest of his life. the thought of anybody else having you made him sad. not angry, just sad. it made his heart break and often drove him to tears, because he never wanted you to look at anyone else, let alone give them what you gave him.

JIMIN was sprawled on the bed, his hair slick with sweat as it stuck to his forehead. he was breathing heavily, eyelids heavy as he took in the sight of you, bouncing on his dick and using him for your pleasure. it drove him insane, how you used his dick to get off, and he could never get enough of it. he watched the way your tits bounced with every impact, your nails grazing his chest as you clenched around his cock.

you toyed with his nipples, the sound of his whimpers sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. he looked at you, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as you leaned in, pressing soft kisses to his face. “feel good, baby?” he nodded weakly in response, his dick throbbing at your low, seductive tone. his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your lips against his skin, clashing with the way you milked his dick, raw and dry. “too good,” he whispered, voice cracking. he couldn’t think, let alone speak.

you pushed back the sweaty hair from his face as you bounced on his dick, the sensation allowing you to freely convulse around him. no matter how sweet and shy he was, the sheer feeling of him hitting your sweet spot always made you moan with him. he was more sensitive than you, more gentle, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he made you feel good. his hands shyly cupped your tits, his small fingers toying with your nipples. he took note of the way you clenched around him, the way your mouth hung open at the feeling of him, it made him fall apart for you. he always fell apart for you.

his breath hitched as you leaned back, giving him a better view of his cock sliding in and out of you. you watched his expression as you rode him, his eyes widening with every movement. his pupils were blown out, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. you knew he was close, and the power it gave you was exhilarating. your hands squeezed his thighs as you sped up, his dick swelling within you. jimin’s eyes snapped to yours, a silent plea for release.

you leaned down, pressing your chest against his, and whispered in his ear, “cum for me, baby.” and with those words, he did. his cock twitched and pulsed, filling you up without any barrier between you two. the feeling was intense, the warmth spreading through your core as he came deep inside of you. jimin’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body going limp beneath yours as he let out a long, drawn-out moan.

his eyes snapped open and met yours, his chest heaving with exertion. there was something so raw about this moment, something so intimate that it made your heart race. jimin’s cheeks flushed even more, his eyes a mix of pleasure and fear as he felt you pulse around him. “you’re so perfect, baby,” you murmured, kissing him sweetly. his eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was truth. he was yours, and in this moment, you were his everything.

✧.*

there was something so frightening about the thought of being a mother. you couldn’t quite place what the reason was. maybe you didn’t want to go through the procedure, the pain and physical changes that came as the price. maybe you feared you wouldn’t be the ideal mother, the ideal wife. whatever the reason was, you knew you were afraid. it wasn’t to say that you’d never become one, maybe you would. maybe you'd change your mind, when the time was right.

your husband was the exact opposite. there was something about the thought of you—swollen, round and helpless with his baby in your belly, that absolutely drove TAEHYUNG insane. he often found himself fantasizing about it, about how he’d get to have a family with you, about how he’d be the perfect father to your babies. he never pressured you, but it was evident in more ways than one that he was desperate for it.

it didn’t go unnoticed by you, especially while he fucked you. he made it obvious in a way that had you re-considering your previous decision. the way his eyes lit up in a rabid, hungry way, all the while he fucked you. it was the way his thrusts were harsh and sloppy as he buried himself to the brim of your sobbing cunt, as if he was readying himself for dumping all the cum he had to give you into the deepest pits of your pussy. it was the way he let you know, whispering filth in your ear, breathing heavy against your neck before he finally came undone in an animalistic way.

“let me fill this pretty pussy up, make you a mommy,” he babbled on and on and on as he fucked you, hips slamming against your bare skin. you were too fucked out to register any of it, dumbed down to recognizing nothing but the feeling of him inside you. he was feral, his hands rosming everywhere as he filled you up with his dick. “need to cum inside, get you all swollen 'n pretty for me, please,” he practically begged, his fingers toying with your tits, before dropping down to your ass, cupping the sweet flesh. then, they pressed into the skin of your stomach. you whined as he continued to slam into you, fingers pressing into the spot where the outline of his cock appeared under the surface. he groaned as he kneaded the flesh, imagining it to be the same spot where he’d fill you up with his cum.

his eyes were glossed over, and he was lost in his own world of thoughts, the kind that had you clutching the sheets, biting your lower lip. “you’re gonna be so beautiful, swollen with my babies,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, as his cock grew thicker, pressing into your womb. your body felt stretched to the limits, but in a way that was almost too good to handle. the fear you once had was slowly morphing into something else—desire. something about the way he talked about it, the way he acted when he was close to finishing, had you craving it. you didn’t know if it was the thrill of the idea or just his overwhelming need that had you rethinking your stance on the matter.

his pace grew erratic, his breaths coming out in sharp pants as he neared the edge. you felt the familiar warmth building up inside of him, his cock pulsing in time with his racing heart. “fuck, i’m gonna—“ he cut off with a groan, the word lost in the haze of pleasure that clouded his mind. and without any warning, he pulled out, stroking his cock vigorously, painting your stomach with ropes of cum. he watched with a wild look in his eyes as the white fluid trickled down towards your pussy, mixing with your juices.

you both laid there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before he leaned in to kiss you, his mouth tasting faintly of mint and salt. “that was amazing, baby,” he whispered, kissing you softly. you nodded, feeling a strange emotion bubble up inside of you. was it excitement? maybe it was fear. or maybe, just maybe, it was the acceptance of a future you never thought you’d want. “i love you so much,” he said, his eyes searching yours. and in that moment, you knew you’d do anything to make him happy—even if it meant giving him the one thing you were most afraid of. “maybe we should talk about it,” you murmured, and he pulled back, surprise etched on his face. “about what?” he asked, his voice tentative. “about having kids. about you cumming inside me, tae,” you said, your voice stronger than you thought it would be. his eyes lit up, hope shimmering in their depths. “really?” and all you could do was nod, because maybe, just maybe, you were ready to face that fear head-on.

✧.*

having a high sex drive wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. it was only human to have urges, desires, ones that were in desperate need of being explored. you understood that feeling all too well. not because you felt it every hour of every day, but because you had a boyfriend who knew his way around that feeling.

it wasn’t entirely JUNGKOOK’s fault, some of it was yours. it had something to do with the way you managed to look perfect, all the time. you didn’t feel the same way, but that didn’t matter. not to him. not while he saw you through rose-tinted glasses he had no intention of removing anytime soon. it was the sole reason of him being horny, all the time. he didn’t want to give you the impression that he was using you, because that really wasn't the case. he just needed you, all the time.

“again?” you inquired, despite the lack of shock on your face. it was replaced by a look of amusement as jungkook stood behind you, his rock hard cock pressing into your ass as he kissed your neck. “just can't be serious.” he had already fucked you that day, maybe two or three times. you stopped keeping count. he made it his mission to fill you up the second he woke up, and before going to sleep. he wanted you to go to sleep with him on your mind, his touch lingering on your skin. he wanted you to feel him, every second of the day for as long as you could. this time, you were both in a public setting, a very compromising situation with nothing but the wall of a public bathroom separating you from the rest of the group.

his hands snuck under your skirt, gripping your ass firmly as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. his breath was hot and you felt your cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. “not here, kook,” you protested weakly, pushing your ass back into him slightly. his grip tightened and his teeth grazed your earlobe. “why not?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “i need you, right now.”

his other hand reached around, cupping your mound through your underwear. your body betrayed you, your legs involuntarily parting to give him better access. you gasped as his fingers found your clit, stroking it with a gentle yet firm pressure. the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing made your heart race, but jungkook didn’t stop. if anything, it only made him more eager.

his hand slid down, his fingers slipping inside your panties and touching your wetness. you bit your lip to keep from moaning. “you’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “can’t wait to feel you around me again.” without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as he kissed along your neck. you leaned back into him, trying to keep your balance as he played with your body.

the sound of the lock clicking into place was the only indication that you had any privacy. jungkook wasted no time, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply as his hand worked you over. you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach, straining against his pants. “i'll be quick,” he promised, his voice muffled by your kiss. “i just can't wait.”

his hand moved faster, your breath hitching with every stroke. you felt yourself getting closer, the tension building in your core. “right here, right now,” he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. “cum for me.” your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, washing over you as you moaned into his mouth. jungkook’s eyes widened in triumph, his hand never slowing down until your legs were trembling.

finally, he pulled away, his hand still resting on your thigh. “see?” he said, smirking. “it's always worth it.” you thought it was over, the humiliation you felt clashing with the pleasure, but it was far from over. your eyes widened as he struggled with his belt, dick hard in his jeans. no matter what, nor where, he needed to feel you.

his zipper was down in seconds, his cock springing free. it was hot and heavy in his hand as he stroked it. “spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. you did as told, your heart hammering in your chest. “wider.” his hand slid between your legs, his fingers spreading your folds open. he stepped closer, aligning himself with your entrance.

without any preamble, he thrusted into you, filling you to the brim. you bit your lip to keep from crying out, your eyes squeezed shut. he didn’t care who might hear, his only concern was the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. he fucked you hard and fast, his hips slamming into yours with an urgency that was almost violent. the sound of your bodies colliding echoed off the tiles, mixing with the occasional sound of someone walking by outside the stall.

you reached back, gripping his thighs to keep yourself steady as he fucked you. your knuckles turned white with the effort of staying quiet. it was so wrong, so risky, but that only added to the thrill. jungkook’s hand moved up to cover your mouth, muffling any noises you might make. “so good,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours. “so fucking good.” his thumb slipped into your mouth and you bit down on it, trying to keep quiet as he pounded into you.

his hand moved to your hip, holding you in place as he picked up the pace. you felt yourself climbing again, your body begging for release. “cum on my dick,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “i know you want to.” he was right because, just like that, you did. your pussy clenched around his cock as another orgasm rocked through you, your moan muffled by his hand. his eyes rolled back in his head as he followed, filling you up with his cum.

for a moment, you both just stood there, panting heavily. the sound of someone else entering the bathroom snapped jungkook out of his post-orgasm haze. he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. “let's go,” he said, his voice normal once more. “we don't want to keep them waiting.” he washed his hands and opened the door, leaving you to fix your clothes and make sure you looked presentable.

✧.*

a/n: monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday 7 days a week

BONES & ALL (본즈 앤 올) (DRABBLE)

✧.* 16+

it was raw. not in the way you snacked on maraschino cherries under the sunlight in rome, not in the way the sweetness lingered on your tongue, dripping with a saccharine aftertaste that reminded you of summer. no, this was different—primal, almost. it was a love that bared its teeth, stripped of pretense, of pleasantries, and of the gentle touches that polite society deemed proper. it demanded everything and gave in return, not in delicate whispers or soft kisses, but in the pounding of your heart that seemed to echo in your very bones.

it wasn’t just the physical that made this love different. it was the connection that ran deeper than words, deeper than thought. in the silence, when the world around you fell away, you could feel—every hope, every fear, every dark corner of his soul he had kept hidden from the rest of the world. and you knew, in that silence, that you were the only one who could ever truly understand him. it was a love that was terrifying in its intensity, but you welcomed it. you welcomed the way it tore through you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, because it also made you feel more alive than you had ever been. you wanted to bask in it, to let it consume you until there was nothing left but the two of you, tangled together in a world of your own making. this love was not pretty; it was not sweet or delicate. it was raw.

“i can’t do it,” you whispered, the words catching in your throat, choked by the weight of the moment. the tears had come without warning, slipping down your cheeks as if they’d been waiting for this very moment, mingling with the metallic scent of blood that hung in the air, thick and intoxicating. it wasn’t a stench—not to you, not now. it was a need, a desperate, consuming need that gnawed at the edges of your sanity, twisting your insides with a sickening blend of hunger and revulsion.

you hated yourself for it. hated the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips, seeking out that taste you shouldn’t crave, that bitter tang that made your head swim and your heart race. but it was there, undeniable, just as yoongi was there, his presence overwhelming, consuming. he was smiling, though it was a fragile thing, a ghost of the smirks you’d come to know so well. his eyes, however, betrayed him—heavy with sorrow, thick with tears that he refused to let fall, not now, not when he knew the end was upon him.

the angel of death had come for him, ready to collect the debt yoongi had long known he owed. and yet, as his hands—cold as death itself, as if they’d been left in the freezer to chill—came up to cradle your face, he looked at you with such tenderness, such raw, unfiltered love, that you almost believed he could still be saved. his fingers trembled slightly, brushing over your skin with a gentleness that belied the ferocity of his final moments, smearing his blood across your cheeks in a macabre caress. it was a final gesture, one that held a dark, twisted irony, a taunt almost. he wanted to feel you, to mark you, to leave a piece of himself on you even as his life slipped away. more so, he wanted you to give in.

you looked at him, really looked at him, and it struck you just how beautiful he was in this moment. he had never looked better, never seemed more alive, more vulnerable. more raw. his blood, his very essence, painted across your skin—he was both the artist and the masterpiece, and you were the canvas upon which he’d chosen to leave his final mark. the thought made your heart clench, your stomach twist in knots of guilt and desire.

“you have to,” he whispered, his voice a strained rasp, the words heavy with an unspoken plea. his breath was ragged, his strength waning, yet he used the last of it to press his forehead against yours. his eyes searched yours, seeking something—maybe reassurance, maybe a promise, maybe just the comfort of knowing that you were still there, with him, even as everything else slipped away. his scent, that familiar, intoxicating scent, filled your senses, clouding your mind until all you could focus on was him—his blood, his skin, his very presence that clung to you like a second skin.

you gritted your teeth, sobbing uncontrollably, the sound raw and guttural, torn from the depths of your soul. you wanted to focus on his touch, the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his breath ghosted over your lips, but all you could think about was his scent—how it enveloped you, how it lingered in the air like a dark, forbidden perfume.

“you have to do it,” he said again, his voice cracking, betraying the emotion he’d tried so hard to keep at bay. his eyes bore into yours, pleading, desperate. “bones and all.”

it wasn’t a command—it was a wish, a dying wish that hung in the air between you like a weight too heavy to bear. he wanted you to take him, to consume him in every way possible, to make him a part of you even in death. he could go, he could let himself slip away into the darkness, knowing that the last thing he’d given you was all of him—every broken, bleeding piece.

you had him—had him this whole time, but it wasn’t enough. he wanted you to go all the way, to take him in, bones and all, until there was nothing left but the memory of him that would haunt you forever. even in death, he wanted to be yours, to be the reason your stomach churned, the reason your tears fell, the reason you felt sick to your stomach with the taste of him on your tongue, the reason you cried out in agony as you tasted the last remnants of him on your lips. being in your heart wasn’t enough, loving you wasn’t enough. you would become one.

he wouldn't fight it, no matter how much it had hurt. he wouldn't fight the way his skin tore, his wound already ran deep enough. it could run even deeper if it was for you, he knew you too well. he knew you would give in, especially for him. he would tell you tear him apart, he would let you do anything. he made you hungry. if you took his finger, he would give you his arm. to love is to consume, every bit of it. his bones would crunch under the weight of your love. it was raw. it was love. how he loved it when you held his hands with your teeth, stripping every layer of the body that was now yours. how he loved it when you kissed his teeth, instead of his lips. there would be no leftovers, nothing to be thrown out. he was yours, in every sense. his lips had always been sweet, you thought. even as they bled crimson, every drop tasted like honey on your tongue.

no matter how gently you opened him, the blood would still taint your flesh, your heart, your soul. his heart had stopped beating long ago, but it didn't matter. it didn’t need to beat to love you, to belong to you. it needed to be consumed. he was tough—tougher than you’d ever imagined, tougher than you’d ever wanted to know. the feeling of him in your mouth only confirmed the thought—he was tough. he was tougher on the outside than the inside. and yet, even now, you didn’t want to hurt him. you never had. but how could he hurt? how could he feel anything but peace, knowing that he was yours, that you had him, bones and all?

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hey guys i was in the middle of writing a namjoon fic but i will be spending the night in jail so updates will NOT be cutesy nor demure until i get this sorted love yall

you pretty, he ugly, u swan, he frog !