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Moodboard by Admin L
Photo credit: Lorraine Ward and https://iamcvn.tumblr.com/
Story: Edge of Forever
Character: Nyala (OC)
“There are greater things that pull our strings, older things that have left their mark for us to find. I can already tell that when the pieces are all assembled, that’s when the real chaos begins..”
Moodboard by Admin L
Story: Edge of Forever
Character: Jeon Jungkook
Role: Ballistics and Weapons Expert.
“I could always get revenge on what happened but now I have more than one thing to keep safe. If that means I die for that, then I’ve atoned for what it was that I’ve done. I won’t let the Pirates or anyone else get you.
Doberman 18+ || KWS
Plot: How do you Hunt that which is used to Hunting? Even more so when feelings are involved?
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: modern day // mafia!au
Pairing: Kim Wonsik x Female OC
Warnings: Strong language, sex, violence
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 3,069
AN: For Admin E! I wrote this a while back and now that we have a space for VIXX, I figured I would go ahead and post it!
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Her hands shook as she saw the photos, of the aftermath. It was something that she had gotten used to being there in the gang with them all but there was a small piece of her that really never got used to it all. They had tried to come for her again, under the orders of her former boss but she was always one step ahead and even made a new home without them.
It was a quiet night, as she looked at the pictures again and she almost wished that she’d died that morning. But she didn’t, in fact. She rose up from Hell to get where she was, to finally be able to take down her former boss. The one that worked her, tried to mold her and to try chain her down to his ways. One could never fully control a tiger, could they? The cigarette smoke drifted lazily up, the slow burn of the nicotine and tobacco filling the area with a familiar smell. It was one thing that he hated she do, for he was a neat man. He was a control freak and that wasn’t any good way to run a gang, now was it?
Even more when they tried to kill her, tried to kill the one person that keeps them from going under.
However, her escaping only proved to be the Herculean Feat as she tried to stay alive afterward. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another and those days seemed to be full of it as they went along but she was determined to stay one step ahead. Even if it was one half-step ahead, it still progressed. The ash fell gently from the burning stub and into the tray as she flicked the remainder in there with a delicate finger. Taking another drag off of it, she felt her nerves slowly settle and finally clearing her head just enough to process what she was seeing there.
Her contacts had been found and slaughtered, the pictures were found at the crime scene. It meant that she was no longer safe where she was, the pack was trying to close in on her. Their sniffing was getting too close for comfort and while she grieved their lives, they all wanted her to live. They all wanted her to take her life and finally do something with it, aside from mucking around with them. She was too good for them all, each and every one of them could sense it. So they all helped her to get out and now paid the price for it.
Her former boss looked boldly up into the camera, a slight smirk on his face. A disgusting turn of her lip when she saw that picture, it caused her to snuff out her cigarette on his face. Her lace nightgown barely touched the floor, even with her sitting there at her vanity. It was too hot to put something else on but at that point, she might need to since she was already found out. Suddenly, there was a slight click and her blood ran cold as she realized that danger was far closer than what she previously thought.
Looking into the mirror, she saw a shadow step out of the shadows and sighed. The figure didn’t move from his position, hand on the door when he had closed it with his gloved hands. The tuxedo only made him look more presentable standing there as they watched each other for several minutes.
“So, who the fuck is it this time? Did he fucking get smart and send someone after me that will actually be a cakewalk?”
The figure reached up with his free hand and pulled down the mask that he had on his face, revealing a face that she’d only heard about in passing. Someone that they only called out for when things got rough, the one that actually protected her former boss.
Oh god damn, Ravi….
He’d been watching her for some time now, how she had made her way up in the ranks even. It was a long time watching her and yet, he felt conflicted about taking this job. Personal reasons aside, this was a stupid ass move. But a man’s ego was too much at times, even he knew about that. His boss had made the mistake of crossing her for the last time and when she retaliated, he could only laugh when his boss had the gall to be upset.
After all, what should he expect from the little Wolf? The woman was fierce and stirred his blood, no matter how many times she railed at the storm. But there he was, ordered to kill her. Something he felt was incredibly unfair but he was just a pawn and a follower in the grand scheme of things. Yet, all he could think about was reaching out to stroke her hair and relish on how it would feel in between his fingers. How she would sound as she whispered his real name on his skin, the mere thought of it raised the hairs on his arm and neck where her lips would have been.
It just wasn’t fair.
His dark eyes watched her, watching him in return. For several minutes, he just took in her form as she sat there with the moonlight creeping its way in to illuminate her figure. That cold blooded killer, protector--he was out of his league when dealing with her. Yet, he was under a contract and that couldn’t be changed.
“What are you just standing there for? Are you here to try and kill me or not?”
He blinked in surprise at her boldness, watching her finally stand up with the nightgown falling over her dark skin. He was more enraptured by her presence now than he was before, like someone had lifted something from his eyes so he could see everything in HD. There was never a time that he had such emotions in his work until that very moment. He slowly lifted the fabric away from his holstered gun and sighed, wanting to prolong this out as much as possible. She raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed before turning to her vanity to pick up a hidden knife. The Wolf threw it at his head, to which he only turned his head a fraction to keep it from piercing his face.
Another long pause before he stepped forward. He mirrored her actions by throwing needles that were in his sleeve but she gracefully stepped aside with an incredulous look of her own. That was when the war started.
They both lunged for each other, the Wolf and the Hunter.
Parries and fists were deflected as they fought. Her vanity was destroyed when he was thrown into it and the chair she was previously sitting in was split in half when he broke it across her back. They were going at it with no mercy, both fighting for their lives. It wasn’t until they both pulled guns and were at another stalemate, both of them with the trigger in their faces. Heavy breathing and drips of blood, the fight was fierce from the start with no signs of relenting. One trying to stay alive and other after said shadows.
“What? Can’t get it off? Can’t pull the trigger? What’s the matter, suddenly got feelings?”
Her words were meant to sting, to aggravate the man but it made him realize that he did feel that way. A mistrustful look suddenly settled on her face as she watched the flicker of recognition hit his droopy eyes, the eyes of a dog who was tired. And for once, she watched the Hunter pause in his relentless drive to capture. The gun suddenly dropped as a new tension started to fill the room, mainly coming from his intense stare at the sweaty but gleaming creature before him.
From her, the dark eyes surveyed the tense aura that came from him. She’d always seen him from afar and for the brief moment, around her shadow when she had gotten close to their boss. Once, she had entertained the idea but that was put to a stop by their boss and even more so when she left the gang. So why the fuck was these things coming into play now? One last dive for survival? Even she didn’t know and in that moment of hesitation from her, he stepped forward to kiss her.
He could have killed her in that moment, hell. No, he chose give into his carnal desires and press her barely clothed body to his. The kiss was hot and demanding, telling her that he wanted her for her body. It was a spur of the moment rush of emotion that had her reeling back in shock, slapping his face out of instinct. It didn’t deter him as he reached out and grabbed her wrist to bring her back to him. The aggression overcame the both of them as she reached up and yanked on his hair, forcing him to break away from his assault. Eyes blown out, the both of them came together again with him pressing her against the wall as he took apart her outer clothing.
Her hands roughly pulled apart his shirt until the buttons popped off, exposing the broad chest and surprisingly… tattoos. She couldn’t help but smirk as her hands ran over them, enjoying the expanse as his hands suddenly found her neck from the contact. He growled and suckled on her skin, wanting more as she was fascinated with his own skin. Soon he took of the rest of his shirt and even had to separate to take off his belt. Pinning her with his hips, he took the belt and tied her hands up. Oh how she protested but his leg in between hers was letting her know that he was wanting only one thing and he was going on a different Hunt tonight.
After nipping at her throat and chest, the Hunter picked her up and threw her onto the bed that fortunately hadn’t been destroyed in the battle. It had been while since being treated this way, all tied up and ready for unwrapping underneath his taut body. Even her previous lover hadn’t been this way with her, despite telling him that she wanted otherwise. It was all about him but this time? It was for the both of them, to burn energy and desires right off their bodies like steam from the asphalt in summer. His fingers found their way underneath the little she had left on like fire trailing with every touch and when she tried to bring her bound arms around him, he only took one long arm to keep them up.
At least, until he was done roaming her body with both lips and fingers. Her bound hands were forgotten when he settled between her legs, ripping away what was there. Spreading her wide, he admired what was there waiting for her as the cool air brought goosebumps along the area. His hot breath crept up her thigh, a little nibble her and there until he got to his prize. Precious few were able to handle the Wolf but even fewer were able to see this side of her. If he was truly prepared, he would have had other objects there waiting to please her with but he was disappointed that all he had for her was his mouth and his dick.
But he had to work with what he had, right?
His lips carefully brushed her there, causing her to whimper for more and to demand that if he was going to fucking suck there then he needed to get on with it. A smirk spread on his lips as he complied with her wishes. Attacking brutally the area, she couldn’t help the gasp that suddenly left her body at the sudden contact. He was the Hunter after his prey, lips and teeth combined with the sly flick of the tongue were chasing down his prey. Her bound hands found the follicles of his messy and bloody hair, to pull and have something to hold onto as he continued his assault.
He hoisted her legs on his shoulders, to gain more access to the area he was relishing his feast on. Pushing even further in, one hand left the confines of her beautiful long legs and now were dipped into the plush velvet to keep his tongue company. His fingers pumped slowly while his tongue teased the bud and giving it random, sweet sucks. The absolute moment that he started to feel her tighten around his fingers was when he released her legs, pulling away.
For the moment.
The loss of sensation had her about to round on him again, until she saw him freeing himself from the pants he had on. He didn’t even bother pulling the fabric off of his body fully when he sheathed himself into her. Gripping her hips, he was doing all the work for her and to also let her know that his lust for her was more than just that moment. It had been a long time coming and he was going to paint her body with that passion. After all, he might have to kill her later so he might as well enjoy the moment.
He wasn’t letting her get her way, every time she tried to lift or swirl around for more friction. Firmly, he set her back down against the mattress and drilled into her further as punishment. He slicked in and out of her until there was nothing to be heard but their frantic breath and wet noises slapping against skin. The bed was knocking against the wall soon with the force of his hips, adding more to the ambiance. But somehow, her hands wiggled their way free of his haphazard bindings to bring him even closer to her burning body with nails and teeth of her own.
She marked him like had done her, gasping for reprieve in his rhythm as she reached that high peak quickly. His hands shifted and trailed up her chest, caressing the curve of her neck. A few light squeezes had her momentarily panicked, the unexpected sensation throwing her back into fight mode. Like lightning, she drew out a knife that was under the pillow that she had been splayed upon and held it up to his throat. He paused a moment in his ecstasy, before laughing leaning more into it. Was she going to bring something interesting to their session or was it really meant to kill him? His member twitched in anticipation inside of her, taking of the hands that was on her neck to grasp hers holding the knife.
“Do it. Kill me here and now because I’m about ready to bust a fucking nut inside of you from this.”
His words, gravelly and low, spurned her on as she slid it from a death strike to the flat end down his chest. Reminding him that she was always still in control and ready to strike should he test her again. His hand knocked the knife out of her hands to get it out of the way and he pulled all the way out to ram inside of her again. His thumb of the hand that was still on her neck reached up to caress the perfect little opening that she now had, swiping some of the moisture across her lips as he pounded in hard but slow strokes this time.
It wasn’t long before she clenched around him, holding him with everything that she had as she cried out with her own finish. The force of the action caused him to finally let go since he started. On his own pride, he wasn’t going to let go of everything until she had her own. The force of holding back had his veins in his neck ready to pop as he rutted until he was finished dumping everything he had inside of her.
Well, honestly.. It wasn’t everything as he was instantly ready to keep going.
She gasped from the force of it, seeing stars of her own before being able to focus on him. Taut muscles and the way he was still rock hard inside of her, nearly had her once again. He suddenly started up again, pounding inside of her as her oversensitive clit cried out in abuse. Pleasurable abuse, is what it was as he kept going to completely spend all of the energy that they both still had for one another.
Tears started to spring in the corner of her eyes as his fingers found the nub to give it extra pleasure. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, holding her here in that position while the other hand was plucking and rubbing the moisture that she had spilt all over herself as well as him. It wasn’t long before she came undone again, squirting all over his shaft and dribbling into the sheets below. He was going to make a complete mess of herself before doing anything else.
He pulled out of her, ready to erupt again at the sight of her body splayed out there for him. So, to achieve his final end, Ravi helped her turn over with her pretty and perky ass upright for him. He entered her beautiful and destroyed pussy from behind, wrapping what he could around himself for extra friction. Giving themselves over completely to the chase of the pleasure, the fucked like animals for many hours more until they were completely spent.
The Hunter had finally gotten his fill of the hunt while the Wolf got tired of running from him. They laid there in their mess, panting and exhausted. Yet, the rush of the chase had worn off and they were left with the question of the original meeting.
“I wish I didn’t have to kill you, my little wolf.”
“Then don’t and help me kill your master. I’m not saying this to spare my life, but I have my reasons for doing what I did. And I’ll be damned if I regret it.”
He smiled, eyes darkening again at her suggestion. Ravi’s hands roamed up her stomach again, the need suddenly filling him again. He could do with that, after all the Hunter needed another target that night.
Fantasy [Vampire!AU] || LHB
Plot: In the dark of night, you find what exactly you’d been searching for. Your fantasy.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: modern day // vampire!au
Pairing: Lee Hongbin x Female OC
Warnings: Some language, mentions of blood, biting
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1,054
AN: For Admin T! I wrote this a while back and I’m getting around to post my other works on here!
© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
You knew looking for him was almost suicide but the moon burned its promise into your mind as you walked around in the dead of night. The area was lit up with city lights and a soft falling of fog that creeped its way from the ocean not too far away. At least, that was what everyone assumed it was but you knew better because it could only be him. He always walked on the soft ground with the slow rise of fog to show him the way.
He always warned to not look for him when the moon rose but it was so damn hard to resist. You looked high and low for him, in the dark corners to the lit up areas of the city until the moon was high in the dark sky. Maybe not tonight, you thought. That was, until, there was a brush against your neck and the hairs stood up from the cold whisper of his lips. It made you freeze in your steps, right on the edge of your house and the warm city lights in the distance. He was always in the in-between of places, you realized as you turned to see his golden eyes.
“Hongbin..”
He drew himself, slowly, out of the shadows with a slight smirk that betrayed his bored-like stare. The mischievous side was always drawn out of him when he had someone to tease, to taunt and to take over when he wanted. The golden shade of his eyes seemed to darken when you whispered his name, he that walked out of the shadows of the in-between world.
“I told you to not look for me but here you are, antagonizing me again. What do you want, besides my company?”
You opened your mouth but no words came out, unable to tell him of the dreams that you kept having of him. Those dreams that left you weak, searching and dripping with want until your mind was just filled with him. He had possessed you since the first time you encountered him, unchaining him from the bonds that held him. You’d left him little gifts by your window, hoping that he would visit after that but only saw him once in a red moon when the fog crept up. His fingers snapped you out of your thoughts, the icy digits touching your dark skin to capture your attention once again. He held onto your jawline with barely any inch of his fingers, to shake you awake and onto him. The icy feeling crept down your jawline and down your spine like he was actually tracing his fingers down the length of your back.
“If you are looking for me, you should keep your attention on me.”
Without any thought, your hand reached out touch him and landed on his broad chest. You wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a dream again, since he visited them so often. As soon as your fingers made contact, his hand snapped out to capture yours in alarm. He backed away from you, still holding onto your hand but his eyes were glowing now in warning. He came to you so often but the moment you came to him? It was infuriating but this time, you wouldn’t let go.
“Why are you running from me when you get to visit me so often? It’s not fair..”
“Life isn’t fair and if you reach out for me, look for me… then that life won’t be yours anymore. You need to live and I need to leave.”
He tried to let you go but you held onto him, not wanting your dream to disappear again. The creature whirled on you, a faint glimpse of his fangs snapping at your neck before stopping mere inches from your neck. You stood there, still holding onto him with the same fortitude that you always had. His breath was hot against your skin, making goosebumps form and your blood rush in the veins to sweetly call to him. He couldn’t resist you, which was why he visited you in your dreams so often but he had resigned himself to stay in your dreams.
For if he got close to you, he would devour you.
Again, he tore himself away from you.. To leave you for the shadows of the in-between world but you held onto him once again. The both of you tumbled in the void, to his home where the world of the living was long past returning. He panicked, knowing the consequences for a living being that ventured there into the land of the dead.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! I told you, if you follow me… your life is not yours anymore!”
“Then it’s yours… “
He paused, his mouth opening and closing in bewilderment before gritting his teeth in frustration. He reached forward and enveloped you in his arms, like a dark curtain falling over you to take you back to his home where it was safer. Your feet finally touched the ground and he let go of you, skittering away like you had burnt him. It was almost too much to bear, having you there in his world where you shone like a beacon for others to see. At least, in the living world, other things dimmed your scent and presence so it made it easier to watch you from the shadows.
But he had to deal with it now. He had to keep you safe from the Others that were out there and just as hungry as he was.
Yet, he couldn’t bear to do it. He couldn’t get close enough to take her life from her so you did it for him. You stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him again, feeling him freeze again. The scratching of the Others soon stirred, your presence now known to them in the Manor. A wave of possessiveness took control of him, eliciting in a rumble that could be heard and felt by them. His hands reached up and grasped your head as well as your body, holding them there for him to feast upon.
He heard you whisper once more to take her so that way she can stay forever with him. His teeth sunk into her soft flesh, without hesitation this time.
To My Bed 18+ || JJK
Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC
Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 2,241
AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown
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The hotel was fairly nice with the 6 floors and stone walls. They had spared no expense when it came to securing the hotel against the elements as well as other things. Even checking into the room required various forms of identification, which was well appreciated for that type of work. The client was well known but the stress of recent events had him performing less than his best and all other measures had been explored but not effective. It had been clear that there was one thing still needed in his daily life that none of them were getting.
Your name was inconsequential, for the moment because of what you were hired to do. As a tantric therapist, you were hired because of your many qualifications as well as the art of being discreet. Even more so when you were hired because a hard-working band was in need of some much needed therapy.
You had arrived first, giving you time to get ready according to the file that you had compiled. Bag filled with things that you might need, you headed up to the spacious balcony suite that he had booked for you. The red pencil skirt only highlighted your curves as it hugged your waist, black long sleeve that had a dangerous dip in the front. Thank god you had already put on your nice hose before slipping into the number. You could move in the outfit but you weren’t going to be the one moving before the night was over. Your red lipstick was applied carefully as you waited for the client, noting the time when you finished putting on your makeup.
He had arrived 10 minutes late, hurriedly stumbling into the room as if there might have been someone following him. You were waiting for him, sitting in one of the chairs that had a clear view of the door. Once Jeon Jungkook saw you, the visible gulp could be seen from a mile away. His eyes grew wide, giving him more the appearance of a rabbit caught in a snare. Pushing your glasses up, your stare froze him in place as he realized what he had done. Crossing your legs, the skirt riding up a bit to give him a view--he began to stammer his apologies for being late.
“Jeon Jungkook.” You picked up his folder, looking it over another time as he stood there with all his effects still on. “Born September 1st. Member of the group called BTS, you’re awfully young to have these problems. I supposed it couldn’t be helped with the workload heaped on you these days. You may take off your things and get comfortable.”
He bowed and apologized again, his jacket and suitcase being stored in a neat fashion in the closet near the door. You could see his eyes darting back and forth to you, trying not to stare too much at what he had gotten himself into. It almost made you chuckle at his nerves but the demeanor you had chosen for the night was the strict noona, according to the notes. Once properly undressed, he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded in his lap.
“I- have never done anything like this before.”
You raised an eyebrow and finally got up to retrieve your bag of things, setting it near him. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the action but got a full view of the dip in your black shirt, seeing the tips of your chest that had a sneak peak of the beginning of your lace bra. You couldn’t help the small smirk at the sudden clearing of his throat as you pulled out a few things for him to see. There was the Orange Blossom massage oil in your hands, a blindfold and a crop for him to see. The rest would have to stay in there until you might have need of it, or unless he wanted to defy you that night.
“Shirt off, Jungkook. We’re going to start with a massage.”
You thought he actually ripped his shirt in his haste to get it off. Already the night was proving to be productive as he sat there waiting on the next command. In his file, he was one of the more dominant personalities but you were going with a more submissive role for him that night. Your eyes roamed his chest, toned and obviously worked out consistently. A slight touch from your heels to his legs, a signal to spread them had him swallowing hard once again when his eyes flickered down to see them. Obediently, he spread his legs so that way you could have better access to his chest.
Dipping into the oil, you started with his shoulders--leaning into him as you did so. You had purposely wore your nag champa perfume for that night, the smells from the oil and the perfume mixing in a way that had his nostrils wide open. You worked his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle there that had been worked on recently but it hadn’t helped him in any way. You could feel his body heating up underneath your touch, his head craning up to give you the most innocent look you’d seen yet. His mouth was starting to open as the pleasure from the massage was coaxing him to relax. One hand that was on his shoulder traveled up his neck until it reached the base of his head, grabbing onto the hair that was there. His head jerked back but he didn’t cry out in surprise.
Instead, he gave a soft gasp and you swore that you could have felt his whole body twitch. Making a mental note on his sensory sensitivity, you reached over and draped the silk blindfold over his shoulder to play with him. The feel of the silk against his skin caused goosebumps to form so you left it there as the long end of it slid against his nipple. He was tensing and trembling in that position, unsure on what he should do next.
“Jungkookie--is that what you want me to call you tonight? Will you be my little one tonight? You have to do everything I say and anything else will have you punished. Is that fair?”
It was almost a breath but the whisper of agreement left his lips as he stared up at you left you a little shook. He was so willing to submit himself to you, something surprising as most clients would have fought a little bit. In fact, he was waiting to serve.
You gave a smile before pressing your cherry lips to his cheek, on his jaw near his lips. Finally letting go of his head, you took the blindfold from his shoulder and placed it over his eyes. His chest heaved a moment when the silk slid over his skin and left but he regained his posture. You ran your fingers over his shoulders again, pressing more oil into his skin and pushing him back to have a better angle with his chest. However, he was a tall thing and even with your heels to help with the height difference--it was still a feat to get where you needed to be so you straddled his hips, feeling his excitement growing. Your hands ran over his chiseled muscles, playing with the nipples there. You could see arms flexing from trying to keep still and eventually you opened your mouth.
“You better not move. The moment you touch me without permission is when I’ll punish you.”
You felt his breath hitch underneath you as you continued. Finally you were done with his upper half and you grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to stand up with you. His breath was starting to become harder as if he had just gone through some light exercise. Reaching down, you slid off his belt--the force of it slapping against his body and it produced a small whimper from him. It was a good thing that you brought the crop with you and it gave you an idea. Reaching for the crop, you played with it as you tested its strength.
“Take off your pants and then kneel on the bed.”
“But-- I don’t have any underwear on…” He sheepishly replied, the soft voice that came from him was in stark contrast to the muscle man before you. However, that was back talk and you flicked the crop against his bare skin. He gave a startled yelp and immediately bent down to take them off. Another thing to remember, you mused as you watched him scramble into position. He sat on the bed, legs underneath him in a kneeling position and in full view of everyone. The only thing that adorned him was the black silk blindfold across his eyes.
His member was standing at attention, the latest sensation across his naked body awakening it fully. You could see the veins running up and down the length, practically begging to be touched. However, you weren’t going to be the one to do so. Running the crop across his shoulder and down his chest, you got a bit closer to him so that way he could feel a bit of heat in the room. Lifting your leg and placing your foot on the bed, you grazed his member with it which twitched in response. His eyebrows furrowed and the Adam’s apple bobbed with anticipation, you could see the imagination running wild in his mind.
“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkookie…” You leaned in and whispered in his ear, to which he responded quite quickly. You made a noise of disapproval when he grabbed at himself with both hands. He paused and you moved one hand away, letting it rest on the leg that was propped up. His hand hesitated when you placed it on your thigh but after a reassuring pat, he gripped it graciously.
“Slowly, now. I wouldn’t want you to finish too early.”
He slowly pumped himself for you, hand wrapping around the hard length. Taking the crop, you ran it down his chest and down to where he was servicing himself. Between the harsh leather and the sensory deprivation, Jungkook’s breath was coming in and out like he was now doing hard exercise. He wasn’t used to taking it slow or having to show much restraint, you could see that much. Which was why you had him to do that and even given him a bone to hold onto. His hand had bunched up the skirt so he could feel the silk feel of the hose you had on, your thigh muscles that you had worked so hard on. His grip was getting harder and harder, prompting you to clear your throat and tap his hand. He released you a bit and it left you wondering what it was like to have him truly underneath you as you bounced on him. However, you weren’t to get mixed up with clients which was a shame sometimes.
The tap also let him know that he needed to slow back down, his other hand that had started to go too quickly to find his release. Still, he couldn’t help but pull you a bit closer to his body with that hand--causing your heartbeat to pick up as well. You dipped the crop down to his member, lightly slapping his balls with it which nearly caused him to snap.
You saw it, the twitch in his whole body that threatened to throw you on the bed. It was for a brief moment and that moment was all it took to shake you to your very core. You had to remain in control so you reached up with your free hand and grabbed him by the hair again. Licking a small stripe up his neck, you had to remind him again who was in control.
“What was that, baby boy? Did you like that a little too much? I’ll have to remember that but for now, I need you to go just a bit harder. I can imagine how hard you can go, so show me a little bit of it.”
His hand started to go a bit faster, rubbing one out with just a bit more force than before. He started to pant and sweat formed on his forehead causing you to follow a drop down his chest with your hand. It grazed over his nipple again, perky from the attention and the chill of the room. He whined from the lack of contact, struggling to keep his attention from you. He was like a dog that wanted attention, scooting closer and closer to you in hopes that you would lay hands on him. In your position, you could feel his strokes against your body which drove you crazy.
Had it been a long time since you had fun yourself?
“Jungkookie--if I let you touch me, will you take care of me for the night? Will you let me just have all of you tonight? I need a little bit of you..” You whispered in his ear, hand moving back up to scratch at his scalp. He groaned but never stopped with his strokes. Nodding furiously, he whispered his acceptance over and over again until you pressed your lips to his neck again and sucked ever so lightly.
Guess it was time to break the rules for the night.
Moodboard by Admin L
Story: Edge of Forever
Character: Yoongi
Role: Informant and Dealer
“I’m not human, get it? I have the ability to make people do whatever the fuck I want and that includes you getting off this ship!”
Bad Lines || KSJ
Plot: Seokjin just can’t keep away or keep his mouth shut.
Rating: M // SFW?
Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: Suggestive themes, bad pickup lines
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Word Count: 337
AN: Look.... so I saw this image on Discord and I couldn’t stop laughing so I had to write a short drabble about it.
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“I want to make your flaps moister than an oyster..”
“I’m sorry--what?”
The statement had you putting your book down, trying to figure out if you’d heard your boyfriend right. He’d had some days off, deciding to spend some time with you but when you had things to do in your normal life--he’d been a bit put out. However, that didn’t stop him from making advances on you every chance that he got. His face broke out into a grin, one of those grins that had you realizing he said what he’d said and wasn’t taking it back at all.
Normally, his jokes had you keeling over with laughter along with him but there was just something odd about that statement and left you wondering where in the hell he got it from. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying not to grin at the goofy look on his face because you knew that once you cracked--there was no going back.
“What kind of pick up line is that, Kim Seokjin?”
He snuggled up against you, still looking up at you with that grin on his face. Winking at you, Jin kept nudging you until you placed your book on the table with a laugh. He snickered along with you until laughter rang out from the both of you. His laugh was infectious and damn near impossible to resist--well for you, at least.
“I heard it from Namjoon and figured he was too chicken to say it to someone so I decided to use it on you. Did it work?” He bumped you with his body some more, another attempt to get you to answer him, “Huh?”
You shoved at him playfully but he laid on top of you, still giggling. He started to kiss every inch of exposed body that he could, still with the odd pickup lines in between. Finally, after laughing for damn near an hour, your book was forgotten but you were able to sleep alongside him and RJ for the rest of the night.
To My Bed 18+ PT 2 || JJK
Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC
Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?
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Word Count: 1,786
AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown
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One was not supposed to have sex with the clients.
But what happened when the Mistress needed the same type of therapy that her client? Your thoughts were racing just has hard as your blood through your veins at that revelation. Watching him stroke himself in perfect compliance, his breaths getting harder and harder. You could even see the veins in his neck start to pop out from holding back as if he had been just singing the perfect song for you.
Using one hand, you pushed him back and knocked him off balance to where he was flat on his back. He gasped, startled by the sudden action but the corners of his mouth perked up when you mounted him. The clothing rubbed up against him in the most amazing way and you couldn’t resist grinding onto his muscled body. His hands started to reach up for your skirt but the crop came crashing down on them.
“I don’t think I gave you permission, yet.”
Your skirt bunched up with the position you were in and it was, quite frankly, too restrictive as of that moment so you reached down to unzip it. Suddenly there was a noise from Jungkook, a pitiful start from him when you attempted to do it. An eyebrow of yours rose at the noise and the yearning grew.
“Oh? Did you want to help me take this off? I guess you’ve been such a good boy.”
Climbing off of him, you allowed him to take off the blindfold to see what he was dealing with. His eyes adjusted to the light, still keeping the wide eyed look that he had since starting that little adventure. You turned around and used the crop to point where the zipper was. His hands pressed a little further in than what was needed but he got the zipper for you, hands lingering on your hips before pulling them back. His hands were much warmer than what you were expecting, seeping through the fabric.
Grabbing one hand, you had turned to grasp the retreating hand and guided him across your ass, over your stomach. He sucked in a breath at being allowed to touch you and decided to get closer to you. You could feel more heat as he adjusted to stand on his knees, on the bed while you were standing. His member pressed against your back as he closed the space between you two and his other hand wrapped itself around you. His breath was on your neck as he kept himself from seeking friction, the unzipped skirt still hanging onto your hips.
“I saw how well you used your hands, now let’s see them on me.”
Dropping the crop to the side, you held up your arms. Getting the idea, he slowly untucked the shirt you had on from its spot and over your head. The shirt fell to the ground as he fingered the straps of your upper wear, unsure of what all he could do. So you grabbed his hands again, placing one on the clothed nub that was slowly getting hard from being exposed. The other hand was stuck inside the skirt, fingers resting inside the underwear. He pulled you to him, finally feeling that friction he was seeking and bucking his hips slowly against your ass as he slipped a finger inside.
His other hand was kneading your breast, playing with the nipple that was trapped. Your own hands snaked their way up his forearms, enjoying the taut grip that he had you in. But, it wasn’t quite enough.
“Are you afraid, Jeon Jungkook? C’mon---touch me!” You dared him and almost immediately, he jerked you flush against him as he started to finally use his strength. He slipped another finger inside of you, pumping and curling his fingers just like he had imagined. The other hand gripped your breast inside of the upper wear, relishing the soft skin that he had come into contact with. His hips rubbed harder against you and finally making the skirt fall off, exposing your ass and stockings to him.
“No… please, leave them on..” You were about to kick off your heels and unstrap the hose when his voice panted in your ear. His hand in your cunt started to slip in and out at a faster rate, making you gasp in response. You needed something to hold onto so finally, you had him release you and you turned to face him. His fingers dripped with some of your juices, his fingers were good in the moment but they had ignited something more.
Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a wax candle and lighter. His eyes questioned what you were doing but instead, you motioned for him to suck on the digits. Lighting up the candle, you watched as he suckled lightly on them--tasting the fruits of his efforts. His eyes were blown wide as he watched you settle back before him, pushing on his chest again to make him fall back. This time, when you climbed on top of him, you didn’t have the restrictions of the skirt or shirt. Just the flex of his muscles beneath you. The candle burned slowly, leaving a warm light on your skin as it made a stark contrast to the soft blue lights of the room.
His eyes flickered to the candle and back to you as you held up a finger to your lips. Grinding down on him again, the most delicious moan escaped his lips as the contact kept him going. Even the heels you still had on were scraping against his legs as you sat there, waiting for the candle to finally soften enough. He had been holding back for so long, now it was the time to see if he would snap and break out of confinements that he’d been placed in due to the nature of his work.
Rubbing his broad chest, your fingers danced along the dips of his pectorals and you spied an area where the fun would begin. Jungkook’s hands didn’t know what to do at that moment but when you dipped your hand, pouring the wax out and onto his chest--they flew from their positions and gripped your hips nicely. He cried out and bucked his hips as he tried to find a spot to alleviate his frustrations. Some of the wax dripped near his left nipple, drying there in a dark drip. That color looked so good on him, the black.
Whimpering, he desperately tried not to move around but was failing miserably with you on top of him. So eventually, after several more pours, you gave into him as you slid a condom onto his member. His hands helped you to move some of the stockings around so that way he could have an entrance, slowly sliding into you.
He was a lot bigger than you’d imagined, than you gave him credit for. Or was it that it had simply been a while? A soft exhale came out when he was about half-way in, nearly dropping the candle but you held onto it with a firm hand. Once he was fully inside of you, there was a moment where you had to stop and think about this life decision. Setting the candle down in a safe spot and blowing it out, you’d finally had enough of playing around with him. And by the look on his face, the desperate look he had? He was ready to blow, in more ways than one.
Your hips started to move, placing your hands on his chest and feeling where the dried was was. His hands never left your hips as you started to rock against him, the heels of your shoe scraping against his skin again. Compared to him, you were tiny in his embrace but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips around on his dick. You even pushed yourself up a bit to bounce off of him, causing him to groan and gasp. Soon the pace picked up, riding and milking him for everything that he had. The soft slap of skin, the gasps of breath between the both of you--they were soon the only sounds to be heard as he keened with excitement.
He eventually started to pull you harder onto him, every thrust he made was accompanied by a grip and pull. He was going harder than most had done before him and it was making you breathless. He had a lot of stamina and it was doing numbers on you, so much that you eventually sunk down and started to nibble at his chest.
“Please, let me… I want to please you.” He breathed out during that moment of pause. You nodded and immediately he flipped you over, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. Readjusting himself, he slid inside of you again--the lewd sound of your fluid and skin slapping had made a return. Spreading you a bit wider, Jungkook used his hips to thrust harder and harder into you. His pants came out in short bursts, almost in sync with each movement he gave. You had to hold onto his arms to keep yourself from being moved away, the force of his hips were starting to have your head near the headboard.
His mouth attached itself to your chest, sucking so gently while he destroyed your lower half. That continued for a few moments before he adjusted again, throwing the other leg up on his shoulder. He lifted your hips up and pounded into that right spot, a shuddering breath that you tried to take when he did so. It didn’t take long for it to fall over the edge, at that angle. Grasping at him, a cry came out as you saw stars in your vision--the force of the orgasm hitting you like a train.
His cries, whimpers and gasps were so soft until he finally came himself. A few moments later, after feeling your walls clench around him, he gave a growl and shuddered himself as his lost his rhythm in the pleasure. His hips stuttered, making your sensitive cunt squeeze around him again as you grasped at each other. Sweat and heavy breathing, the feel of the stockings on his skin--Jungkook hadn’t come that hard in a while and neither had you. You looked into his eyes and saw that the man had the eyes of an animal, one that was getting ready for round two. You had achieved what you came there to do but at what cost?
You’d figure all that out in the morning but what you wanted him to do was rip the hose off your legs and eat you out.
Instigation || LJH
Plot: Jaehwan is an instigator when the cat’s away.
Rating: Pg 13 // SFW
Genre: modern day || vampire!vixx ||
Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Female OC
Warnings: Jaehwan
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 501
AN: This was for out 100 follower milestone! I hope you all enjoy some VIXX!
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It was quite an active night. Most of the Clan were out handling business. Their world of darkness, one that you had signed your life over for protection--it was more dangerous than you thought and in order to keep the Masquerade, they all had to play along with the song and dance to keep the balance as well as peace. The two elders of the clan and one of the younger ones were out to do such things and left the care of the mansion to the others.
A word of caution, however.
There was one that you had to look out for. He was considered the middle child of them all, one stuck between the elders and the younger vampires. The one that they had to chain up most nights to keep him from hurting himself and others around him. Sometimes you heard his cries when they did that; the wail that would keen throughout the mansion.
There was no such sorrow that night.
You could hear him laughing along with the youngest as they enjoyed their freedom without the elders. The complaints of the second youngest could also be heard because he was trying to play his games but the others kept bothering him. You were only supposed to check in on them and drop off some paperwork but since you entered, they picked up on your scent like dogs sniffing out food.
Jaehwan was by your side in a flash, a blink and his hands rested on your shoulders--keeping you from running away. His grin caught you off guard, showing the youthful and joyful face that always disarmed everyone else. He smiled sweetly at you, eyes crinkling. Almost instantly, you distrusted what he was planning. There was something cold in your hands, prompting you to look down at them. He put whipped cream into your hands, sticky and fresh.
“I order you to throw this into Hongbin’s face.”
“W-what? Excuse you?! I’m busy right now!!”
“You work for me. You are my slave,” he whispered in your ear, making goosebumps appear on the nape of your neck.
You were about to remind him who the actual boss was but there was a blur. A large blur that pushed up your hands, squishing the same whipped cream into Jaehwan’s face. The older vampire blinked, the white substance smeared all over his perfect and angelic face. You could see the struggle on his visage as he decided who was to blame for that - his little trick ruined.
“HAN SANGHYUK, GET BACK HERE!” he finally roared, racing after him.
He left you there with the dripping leftovers still in your hand and a dumbfounded expression still on your face. Suddenly, a towel fell down and landed on your head. The thing startled you and made you jump, the towel covering your eyes. You stood there for a moment before grabbing it and wiping your hands, scowling in the process. This was not what you signed up for. Not in the least.
Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!
Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
Rating: G // SFW
Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: CUTENESS
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 494
AN: Apart of the 100 Follower Drabbles!! Thanks for sending this in!!
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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one.
They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them.
But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere.
“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard.
You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way.
“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”
“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”
“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.”
You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin.
Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.
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Heaven’s Day 18+ || KNJ
Rating: NC-17+++ // NSFW
Genre: modern day || boyfriend!BTS
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC
Warnings: FOOD PLAY (god what is it with me and food play?); sensory deprivation; bondage?
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 2,084
AN: Look I have no excuses when it comes to this. Just absolute filth..... AGAIN. I might as well just do a food play BTS line at this rate.
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“Sweetheart, are you comfortable?”
You could feel his breath tickling on your ear, stirring the stray hairs from your head around as you nodded. Your dark curls had fallen everywhere on the bed as you hadn’t bothered to tie it up before getting into that position for Namjoon. To be honest, he hadn’t given you much time to do anything since lumbering in--fresh from the plane and all riled up.
In typical fashion, Namjoon hadn’t told you the specifics on when he would be back but only the date. The gentle giant had only smiled and deflected the question when you had asked, intent on having something ready for when he came over. Plus it only helped him when the rest of the members butted into the conversation before you two had to disconnect. That was how the evening was starting off with him surprising you, which had escalated to the bedroom. Now you were tied up with a sinful red colored satin ribbon and the sound of his deep chuckle in your ear.
It wasn’t your idea to use the blindfold but after your dark eyes had successfully undressed him throughout dinner, Namjoon decided to give your eyes a rest while he undressed you. His hands had gently and slowly taken off your loose top, exposing your bare chest to the chill air. Now you were just in the ribbon and shorts while he rustled about the room for a couple of things. Your heart raced as you could hear what was going on, slowly becoming frustrated with how long he was taking.
“I saw these on the way over here but instead of eating them after dinner, I wanted to eat these on you. You’ll have to tell me how they taste first…”
The mischievous tone to his voice was riling you up even more. He tutted when you started to frown, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the objects in question. You could almost see the arch of his eyebrow at your face, questioning whether or not he should smile. He, however, resumed to open the prizes he had brought over. It almost sounded like he had some sort of flimsy container that usually had fruit in there, the noisy objects that always made sounds when you were sneaking them late at night.
“Sweetheart, open up.”
Something cold touched your lips, making your lips part ever so slightly. He pressed the cherry to your lips, encouraging you to bite into it. The sweet juice spilled out over your lips and into your mouth, leaving a tangy aftertaste to it--one that made you want to lick your lips afterwards. He pulled away the rest of the cherry, smearing some of the juices across your lips with his thumb. His rough pad over the skin had you leaning into the touch, asking for more of his touches. You heard a faint laugh from him at the action but he resisted pawing at your dark skin. No, he was more interested in drinking you in after so long.
The next one was placed in his plump lips as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You could feel the smirk as he held the cherry to your own lips, the sticky liquid spreading out between the both of you. You leaned up into his kiss, taking the rest of the cherry that he had with a smirk of your own. There was a pause as if he didn’t realize that he had his half of the cherry stolen from him but when he grabbed the back of your neck, he forcefully tilted your head up and exposed your neck more to him. The small dose of dominance from him had you nearly gulping the cherry down before taking in a sharp breath. He moved his warm and sticky mouth from your lips and onto your jaw, nipping the sweet skin there. The peppering of kisses were a bit rough, drawing out a darker color to your skin as he moved down to the neck and over the swell of your breasts.
You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to create friction as he nibbled on different areas of your skin. A sudden slap to your upper thigh had you taking in another sharp gasp, stilling your movement.
“Are you feeling a bit frustrated, love?” The frown appeared on your lips again and that time, it made him laugh as he leaned into you again. “Good.”
You felt him get up from the bed, a flush appearing on your skin from both frustration and arousal. He amused himself with opening another container while you laid there as you tried not to voice your frustrations to him. You knew that if you did, the touches and the time it took for him to fuck you would take so much longer. The bed sunk down again, his weight adding to the softness of the mattress. Your bare skin could feel that he had no shirt on this time, the warmth of his own dark skin radiating onto yours.
A sudden cold shock blossomed on your skin as it made goosebumps appear in the vicinity. Namjoon placed little slices of pineapple across your chest, in particular near your nipples. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction when the buds rose from the contact. When he was ready, he dipped down and captured one of the slices in his mouth before moving to the adjacent nipple. His hand snuck behind you, arching your back in an embrace to meet his mouth while the other one dipped into your shorts. The swirl of his tongue combined with the texture of the pineapple had a soft moan escape your mouth, sighing and trying to get as close as you could to his mouth.
His fingers danced underneath the fabric, toying with the edges before slipping in themselves. The satin strained under the tug of your arms when he slipped his fingers inside of you, trying to break free of the soft silk. In response, he added another finger as he pumped them in a slow rhythm. Namjoon was determined to touch and taste every part of you that night before actually giving into his own desires. A moment to commit to his memory for when he had to leave again, something to dream of when he missed you.
“Namjoon….” Came the breathy plea from your lips, his name finally spilling from them as he nibbled another piece of pineapple from your chest. His fingers and his mouth were working you over, the little love bites and his soft murmurs into your skin were driving you crazy. And the bastard didn’t even have all of his clothes off yet!
“I know, baby but let me taste you just a little longer..Hmm?”
He moved his body around, leaving your body a bit cold as he lifted you up to take off your shorts. Your body almost screamed for his touch again, that familiar burn threatening to launch you off the bed and into space. Soon, you could feel his hot breath between your legs as he continued to taste and bite into your soft skin. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he dipped down to lap at the juices that had started to pool down there. The taste had him almost growling in appreciation as he suckled at your core.
The sweet taste of pineapple mixed with the aftertaste of cherry only enhanced your taste. Namjoon pulled your hips up, getting deeper and pulling the string tighter for you. Grasping at the silk that had you tied to the headboard, your gasps grew needy as he wound you up until finally snapping and shaking all over his face.
He groaned at your response, nearly wanting to go at it again but instead--he grabbed another slice of pineapple and placed it between his lips. Namjoon climbed up your body and hovered over you to give you a sweet kiss, mixing both juices into it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your skin over the fabric that was still on his body. Lazily sliding a leg up his body, you decided to tease him a bit as revenge for his own torture. Namjoon growled in response, pulling your leg upwards and driving his own pelvis into your exposed body.
His face buried into your neck, nipping again at the soft flesh--pressing his body as close to you as possible as he gathered you up in his arms. However, the tension from the silk made the ribbon come a bit loose but it was enough to get your hands free. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and carding your own fingers through his hair. The action made him growl even more, the deep reverb that was just as effective as a speaker. That was one thing that weakened him, other than your fascination with his thighs. You always loved to sit on one of them and slowly grind yourself to the edge before he finally took over.
He soon lifted himself up enough to aggravatingly take off his belt and pants, the snap of the leather almost echoing in the room. Namjoon threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs wide enough for him to slip through, not that he needed to anyways. The sweet stretch as he inched his way into you, wanting to feel every part of you before he lost himself in the pleasure. Namjoon groaned, almost panting as you held onto him and as he was fully sheathed inside of you--he waited patiently until you gave him the approval he so desperately wanted. Despite his wants and needs, he always made sure you were happy first before losing himself in anything.
Slowly at first, he rocked his hips and pressed you into the mattress with deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping didn’t happen until a bit later when the sweet burn started to build and the two of you were clutching at each other. His pace quickened the longer he drilled into you, even placing a leg on his shoulder for better access. Your cries added to the sounds of the moment, Namjoon trying to commit it to memory but failing in his driven lust.
His thrusts became harder the closer he came to his own end, leaving you with nothing but his shoulders to hold onto. The bed groaned itself under the force and weight of your two bodies crashing against each other. Your breasts bounced as you lifted up to him in that familiar rhythm that he drove inside of you. Time seemed to still as you panted and peeked at him from your eyelashes, his handsome face was now flushed with want like he had been on stage and performing for thousands of people. Right then, he was performing just for you in a way that nobody else was allowed to see or hear.
Gasping, you moaned out his name over and over again as he pumped inside of you--building that tension again until you couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking, you shattered underneath him with a cry and grasped at him again like you would fall off the face of the earth had he not held you. Namjoon panted out a pretty whine when your walls clenched around him, trying to get as deep as he could before he finally stalled himself. His own orgasm had the veins in his neck nearly popping out from the force of it, his rhythm stuttering to a loving halt as he emptied himself into you.
Namjoon kissed your face tenderly once he had regained his breath, sweeping some of your dark hair out of your face from where it had fallen during your escapade. He continued to leave sweet kisses across your body, mainly where he had raised the discoloration on your skin. The gentle giant was back, gathering you in his arms once he had pulled out of you with a sigh. The clean up would happen once he had the strength enough to stand but for the moment, the two of you enjoyed the warm enclosure that came with the aftermath.
“Don’t fall asleep baby girl… we still have to get you cleaned up.” You murmured your response into his chest, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck. “I want to be able to have you again in the shower too.”
Shooting Star || CHY
Plot: A tale as old as time, a tale that transcends duties and protection--all to see their loved one again.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: Guardian Angel! AU
Pairing: Cha Hakyeon x Female OC
Warnings: Death, violence
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He looked at her form in the bed, the way that the sheets clung to her body and encased her in a soft shell that he could not at the moment. The way that the bed dipped with her weight and the way that the pillow supported her delicate head. Hair bunched up and wild from last night, finally resting along with her. Hakyeon’s eyes couldn’t leave her form as she slept, half tangled in the sheets himself. There was a peace that settled on them during the night, something that had stolen their souls almost after the emotions got the better of them.
As an angel, he wasn’t sure what it meant--those emotions that stirred in his holy body. Hakyeon knew of the consequences when Lucifer fell, his pride overtaking them all. He knew because he was there but this was something the humans called love. That burning and searing emotion that blossomed in his chest, compelling him to be closer to her. To protect her even more fiercely from those that wanted to turn her away from him. Ever since he came into her life, one that was lonely and sad, he had made sure that she never knew what he really was. It was the perfect opportunity to keep her safe and as her Guardian Angel, it was the perfect alibi.
She never knew.
But he noticed the signs, slowly but surely--his own descent into his lie turned into truth. He wondered, as the sun started to peek inside of the blinds and into the room as his hand reached out for her. He pulled the sheets further up her body, to keep her from getting cold as he finally got off the bed. She stirred a bit before settling back down and deeper into sleep. Hakyeon wondered if this is what Lucifer felt, if that is what he went through as he agonized on what he should do. As any of them would have done during the War, that moment of reflecting on what he had done. He felt the same amount of love for her that he had for his brothers and for the Most Holy. He cared for them all but he wanted to stay by her side. That was the difference that had changed his mind when he realized what it was he wanted.
Was he truly rebelling in that act? Was he truly damned for what he was doing?
Hakyeon started to make food for them after he left the bed. Slow, deliberate movements as he stirred it around. The sounds of sizzling and the comforting closeness of the heat that came with cooking. His brothers peeked in on him from time to time, making sure that he was still alive--as some of them claimed. Even the youngest, who hadn’t been through the War, even came by to see what was going on. His curiosity was what spurred everything on, the longer he was down there--the longer he started to develop the human emotions, Sanghyuk had said.
One such brother came in through the open window, materializing as he entered the residence. He was one of the younger ones and went by Hongbin while in his earthly form. The angel always looked around, like the second oldest before moving in a space. Something that he must have picked up from him, he supposed.
“You never reported in last night.”
Hakyeon smiled and continued to stir the food to prevent it from burning. Memories of last night burst into his mind, reminding him why he failed at such a task. Yet, it was one that he gladly would do again. At his silence, Hongbin moved into the kitchen to see what it was that had caught his attention so. The elder angel turned off the eye and faced his brother, a calm and caring look on his face.
“I realize and there is no excuse. Did you really come all the way here to tell me that?”
Hongbin shifted around, not wanting to admit that he was curious as to why the eldest of them all would do such a thing. The action made him smile at him even more at the other before the younger angel scoffed, looking away.
“I’m not the one that’s going to get into trouble soon.”
Hakyeon knew that he really did care but just didn’t know how to act sometimes. It was the same for the second eldest but the difference was that the second eldest wasn’t as brash as the younger one. And when the second eldest wasn’t around, he would often go to him for advice. Which, he did wonder if he should tell him--if he hadn’t already guessed by then. The smile dropped a bit as he thought about it but Hongbin voiced it for him.
“You worry that your actions will cause harm, don’t you?” Hakyeon nodded at his words, turning back to what he was doing. “Whatever you did, you know you’re being watched so it is going to pass but you have the opportunity to alter its course. As we all do so just…. Be careful.”
The door opening seemed to be like a gunshot, Hongbin vanishing instantly before the door to the bedroom opened all the way. She walked out, hair a mess and trying to stifle a yawn that was trying to break through on her features. She paused at the window, rubbing her eyes as she stared at it. Before she could say anything about it being open, Hakyeon was already walking towards her--his golden skin seemingly glowing with affection when he wrapped his arms around her form again. He buried his face into her neck, nuzzling into the soft flesh and inhaling her scent. He felt her arms wrap around him, fingers tracing light circles into his back as the embrace comforted him more than anything that he had ever realized.
“So you’re saying that you will betray us? You know the punishment for that..”
“I have not betrayed anyone and you know it. I have room in my heart and soul for more than just one, just like the Most Holy.”
Hakyeon stared down the superior angel standing before him, his brothers being held captive behind him. They were all outside of the little residence, overlooking the wide open field. Not many people came through that way and he had seen to it that nobody ever bothered her. He had told her what he really was some time ago, a little after their first night together because he was unable to bear the guilt of lying to her for so long. At first, he was sure that she would reject him and for a while--she did. It was unheard of during that day and time, fear of the unknown that caused others to turn on their own family. However, the peace that they had felt while together was too unbearable to keep away from. Even his own brothers begged her to, at least, talk to him.
The tree that they had met under weeped under the pressure of the sadness, petals falling all around them as they found each other again.
Now, the consequence of his actions had caught up to him and with her gone to the market? Hakyeon was grateful that she wasn’t there to see what was going on, the ugly side of their existence had shown itself.
“No? We are all creatures of God, your servitude lacking and the fact that you insist on being called by another name just proves it. You have fallen too far from the Faith and I am here to--”
“NO! Don’t you dare touch him!”
All of their heads whipped around to see her standing there, robes dancing in the wind and a hand basket full of things. Her eyes were alight with anger and worry for him, Hakyeon could see it from where he was kneeling. The very reason he fell in love with her was her tenacity but he knew that it would also get her killed in the midst of the more powerful angel. He started to tell her to stop, to run but the butt of a sword was smashed into his face and caused him to fall over.
She ran up to him, cradling his head and watched as blood dripped from his face. Hakyeon’s mind spun, his senses going crazy over the danger that she had put herself in. He was still her Guardian Angel, until he was released from service--he would continue to fight for her until his dying breath. He got up from where he was, shielding her body from the other angel with defiance written all over his face. The Angel saw it, frowning at the disobedience that he was showing before speaking.
His voice reverberated through them, powerful and dark in his words. The Angel proclaimed that Hakyeon was no longer her Guardian Angel, a trigger that he felt in his heart. He felt the connection snap, unbound from his service but still strongly tied to her regardless. He gasped and held onto his chest, trying to get used to the newfound feeling of loss but she held onto him like an anchor to keep him from drifting away.
“Will you still defy Heaven? Or will we have to punish you? You are no longer bound to this woman, her death will come swiftly now. Whatever else fate has planned for her will now be carried to the next life. May God have mercy on her soul.”
“I CHOOSE TO STAY WITH HER.” Hakyeon screamed, pulling his sword out of nowhere. She gasped, rearing back from the sudden provocation as did the others. However, the Angel before them narrowed his eyes at him before speaking.
“So you choose betrayal?”
He brought out his own sword and reared back to swing the sword down but there was a rustle from behind him. Hakyeon realized that when he lifted up his sword to attack, just as the other did--there was someone standing in between them.
His own sword impaling her.
She gasped, eyebrows furrowing with confusion as she looked down. Hakyeon took his hand off the handle in shock, the sword disappearing and blood filtering out of the wound he had created. The Angel stood down, his own sword nearly cleaving the woman in half but stopped at the last second. She fell down into his arms, strength leaving her body as Hakyeon cradled her to his body. He panicked, fear and horror filling up his body as he pressed his hand to her wound, trying to heal the damage that was done.
However, no light came out.
“You are no longer an Angel. You have Fallen and I can think of no other way to punish you now. You have done this to yourself and perhaps, once you’ve seen the error of your ways--we might let you back into Heaven. For all of Eternity or until we see fit Chamuel, you are cast from Heaven.”
With the angel gone, Hakyeon’s brothers all came running up to him as they had been released from their bonds. A wail was slowly starting to come out of his chest, holding her close as the life bled right out of her. It was his fault that she would pass, not some evil that would try and sway her. It was all him and he couldn’t follow her this time, no connection that could lead him to her.
“I… didn’t want you t-to fight.” She whispered, hand clutching at his white robes. She couldn’t catch her breath and he had to bend down to hear what she was saying, “P-Please… be safe. Be good and just. I.. love you.”
“I love you so much. I’m so s-sorry I can’t follow you this time…” He sobbed, holding her closer and closer as if the heat from his body would be enough to keep her alive. He rocked his body, almost crushing her to him. The sobs bled through his semblance of calm, racking his body as he cried. His chest heaved, his eyes screwed shut when she finally passed. His brothers sat all around him as he mourned. The hours bled into darkness, the starry sky above them all when the brothers finally had to pry the long dead body from his grasp.
The third oldest held onto him as the rest prepared a service for her. Hakyeon had bursts of emotion, trying to escape his brother’s grasp but eventually sunk down at her grave--trying to follow her. There was no death for him now and no following, sentenced to live with what he had done forever.
“Did you need any help with anything?”
He looked up to see her face standing there in front of him. Chamuel wanted to try something different this time with the new charge, instead of hiding in the shadows and only swooping in when needed--he tried a different approach by taking a human form and a human name.
He opened his mouth, still a bit unsure on how to speak properly while there. Her eyes were like that fur animal with a tail, he had heard that they were called cats. The color of them were a rich brown, watching him very intensely. He could sense her soul all around her, open and free to everyone that passed by. A prime target for the demons that would descend on them shortly.
“Are you new to this area?”
Her voice was soft but supportive at the same time, almost like a farmer that herded sheep around. One that was gentle and strong in their beliefs, showing others the way. A couple of little ones ran past them with her swishing her skirts around to keep them from running into them. He wanted to protect her, magnifying his connection that was set upon him by the higher Angels.
The weeks went on and time showed that they couldn’t be apart often. He had become an apprentice to the local baker and very soon, she was his favorite part of the day. The way that she came in and stared wide-eyed at what was being sold. The baker gave him side-glances when she walked by, smirking to himself and making himself scarce. Until the one day where her life was threatened by those who had been tempted by the demon’s will.
They wanted her. They were looking for her.
Hakyeon, as he was now called, stepped out into the streets when they pulled sharp objects on her. But the thing that surprised him the most was the fact that she didn’t back down. She looked at them with a critical eye as if she was used to that sort of treatment. He didn’t want her to go through anything like that anymore, not wanting her to get anything soiled or hurt.
The men ran and never came back, her eyes going wider than he’d ever seen them since meeting her. The fact that he had handled them effortlessly had everyone tripping over themselves to meet the brave apprentice. But her eyes were only on him as a gentle smile appeared on her lips, relieved that he was fine.
Then like a blink of an eye, she was there in front of him with a horrified look on her face. He had decided to show her his wings and reveal himself to her. It was something unknown, he knew this but decided to take a chance anyways. He couldn’t fully reveal himself because his true angelic form would have scarred her for life and he wouldn’t have that.
He couldn’t hurt her like that. So he showed her a little piece and she left, half panicked that she had laid with a demon.
Every time he went to her, she screamed and ran. Each time it cut him deeper than any metal, any sword that was in existence. It hurt more than when the War broke out and his fellow angels were fighting each other. More than when he had to bring his own brother back from the brink of the other side. He appeared before that brother and collapsed before him as the will to even live left him. It was rare for an angel to die and sometimes, they had heard, an angel would pass on and give themselves to fate to be reborn as something else as a trial or just out of boredom from their long years.
Their brother was about to do the same since she had rejected him. So they took action and made it their mission to show her what a mistake she was making. While they all knew that their eldest brother would most certainly get punished, they also didn’t want their brother to leave their side. As he laid on the bed, face near gaunt and pale--they brought her to him. She had told them, after they had made up, what changed her mind was the fact that he spoke his sorrow to her in his sleep.
Never had she seen someone so anguished, someone who had so much power--brought down by something like her. They all reminded her that she was something more to him, even though it wasn’t supposed to be. He woke to her face, slimmer and distraught herself over the turn of events. There was no denying that she still loved him, just the shock of it all nearly driving her away. Later on, she had cut off a piece of her hair and was able to put it in a glass container for him as she promised that with her life-- she would love him, no matter what.
He held that necklace in his fingers again, a lock of hair in the capsule that his brothers had made for him. Hakyeon stared out of the window, right to where the mound was. It was overgrown with green now instead of the fresh brown dirt that had decorated her body when his brothers buried her. It was time.
Each spot held a memory for him and if he were to live on the earth as an immortal, then he couldn’t do it there. The house went up in flames as he left it, leaving with only the simple necklace holding the last thing of her -- dear to his heart.
Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]
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BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?
Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language
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AN: Ah! There’s people who like this?? I’d like to give a shoutout to @pinkpjmin who wanted a tag for this mess of a story! If there’s anyone who wants to be on the shoutout list when I finally post, let us know! I purple all of you!
Chapter 18- From Yesterday
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"But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world."
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It was a grueling 72 hours since they started to work on Lirael, barely even stopping to take meal breaks. The only reason that they did was because Jin practically shoved food down their mouths, making them choke and pause to chew. He was worried about Namjoon and Hoseok if they kept it up but what bothered him the most was the person that they were working on. He didn’t realize that with her awakening, it would affect him so much. He tried to watch as they worked on her, actually seeing what she was made of--the intricate details that wove together her biological parts with the technological aspect.
Yet, among the blood and wires--he felt a sort of kinship with her and she didn’t even speak one word to him yet. His fingers grazed the outer corners of his eyes, the sharp and unnatural color of them was a constant reminder of what happened to him. The faint scars that he could feel there practically burning as he watched them work on her. Jimin, along with others, had come to the ship about a day ago but his reaction was something similar to Yoongi’s. And it surprised him greatly, on both accounts.
Jimin had burst into tears when he saw what they were doing to her, to which Vairuit steered him away from the area. Nyala joined them in the room, getting looked at while Namjoon was finishing up with what he was doing. She watched over them while everyone else could stand outside and look through the glass into the sickbay. Jin was one of the ones that had been standing there for a while, Yoongi coming and going to check up on everything. He still couldn’t get a good read on the man but one could tell that he was disturbed by what was going on. When he wasn’t there, he would slink back to the cockpit to sit with Jungkook to watch over the area.
Jin dropped his hand from his eyes, the old ache reverberating through his head and face. The faint memory of the incident bothered him from time to time, even more so when he encountered something that would remind him of what happened. Which was why he couldn’t be in the same room as them, nor could Jimin since he had something similar happen. He got along better with Jimin sometimes because of it, the both of them having the scars of repair. It hurt his heart that someone like her would have to have the same ones they had. No matter what she was, she was an innocent in their band of rogues.
“Oh, he’ll be a good one soon.”
The needles and the sterile atmosphere were a constant reminder of where he was. For more than half of his life, he’d been there in those same rooms as fingers and tests were constantly bothering him. That voice, silky and low, was something that haunted his dreams constantly as he had to hear it in his waking moments. They were always doing something to his body, testing it for something that was beyond his scope of understanding. His tears and pain had long dried up, becoming a husk of what he used to be. But that was the way that they liked it, their subjects compliant with everything they said.
Oh, how they praised Samael for his accomplishments, showing off his body and charts to some of the others in his circle. He remembered actually being alarmed with his superiors, fear flooding his veins more than normal when he laid eyes on Samael’s boss. The stare troubling him more than the rest, more than the needles and the procedures. He was to be a prototype for a new army that they were breeding, seeing what all they could get away with. The applications being implanted in their project, the Maiden Program.
He understood snippets of what they were talking about, how close they were to the perfect being and with what they were doing to him--it would all go to it, a being born specifically for their purposes.
He cried, shivering in his corner once he was taken back to his cell. His whole body ached after that meeting, the fear and the understanding that he was nothing more than a canvass for science. It was one time that he couldn’t drive away the pain, humiliation and his whole reality by delving into a dream of a field of warmth. That same golden field where he could sink his hands into the foliage, the warm dirt beneath his feet and the gentle wind that lightly caressed his bare skin. He often saw that scene in his dreams, chasing away the cruel voice and fingers that haunted his waking moments. Often, a girl would join his dreams and would tell him in a soft voice to hold on--to believe in his dream of freedom. A girl with golden hair, just like the field.
“You need to get up!”
He awoke from that sweet dream, the feeling of stiffness from the past tears that had fallen down his face. He rubbed his face as he realized that there was someone else in his cell, someone that was at that meeting. He remembered the cold, blue eyes and instantly shied away from him. The man crouched down, a finger on his lips as he reached around to pull out a black mask. It was something he recognized from a man that frequented the labs, one that always got into arguments with Samael. He put the black mask on himself, the only thing showing was his icy eyes--the whole getup striking him like someone had actually stooped over to slap him.
It was the Demon Sonneillon, the harbinger of death among the top tier Guild. However, he knew the man as someone kind despite what he could do to others. The man would visit, to keep the Mad Doctor in check but would always pity the subjects in his care. While Samael was gone, Sonneillon would give them a sweet treat--the hatred in the man’s eyes would evaporate when dealing with the lab rats.
“Do you want to live here for the rest of your life?” The demon held his hand out to him, getting up from his crouched position. He knew better than to trust a Demon but his offer was one that was sweeter than the sterile life there. After finding some clothes for himself, the pair found their way towards the docking bay. However, they couldn’t just escape quietly as Samael caught them in the act. His dark skin, wicked grin--he was enjoying the mice running around in the maze. Sonneillon roared with anger, killing all that dared to bother him and the ones he freed. It was like a dying beast, getting in the last hunt before succumbing to his weaknesses.
He was scared but her voice urged him on, to hold onto his freedom. He’d had a taste of what it was like, the exhilarating moment that had his soul singing. People dropped all around him but he kept close to the demon that freed him.
Samael caught up to them, smiling like he had found the answer to all of his problems. He held out a hand, inviting him to stay--to become something bigger. But his tone was far from warm and safe, a threat lined underneath the words. It was almost compelling him to stay, a command laced in the undertones. He resisted, the desperation that he was holding onto that kept him from running towards the Doctor.
However, that was the wrong answer as Sonneillon yelled for the Mad Doctor to die. Something ugly twisted his features as he lashed out at the insubordination. He ran in front of the attack, catching the full brunt of it to keep his only friend and savior from being hurt. The attack caught him in the face, rendering him blind and bleeding. He didn’t know what happened next, only darkness and pain that kept him going. He could deal with that, pushing past his body’s limits as he was made to do. The demon helped him into the ship but found that he was locked out from using it. He could hear the frustration in the demon’s voice, ready to die for his own freedom.
But there was something that the demon didn’t know, a way out.
He was able to use the ship, access its systems due to the modifications that had been forced upon him. The synaptic processor that had been implanted into his brain, replacing his parietal lobe--it allowed him to “see” and bypass the locks. After all, the brain is the most complex computer in a species like himself. His reflexes and body enhancements were just enough to escape the Guild, eyes bleeding and brain being strained from the effort. He was going to get them out of there, to chase his wish of freedom.
He awoke to another hospital but one that treated his injuries instead of that hell he was in. Blind and scared, he turned to the Demon that saved him--one that still stayed with him instead of abandoning him to his fate after escaping. He would have to lay in the darkness for a while until something could be done but they were free. A feeling that he only experienced in his dreams, finally a reality.
“Shikoba, what do you want to do now?”
A bloody tear fell from his damaged eyes, one that wasn’t soaked up by the bandages around his face. He didn’t know the answer to that but there was one thing he was certain of. He reached up and started to scratch at the tattoo on his forearm, to the point where it was bleeding. Sonneillon tried to stop him but his strong fingers had dug into the skin, disrupting the tattoo that was there. Pushing the man away, he had mauled his skin until he was satisfied. By the time the nurses got there, the area was a bleeding mess.
“I am dead.” A sob racked his body as they sedated him again, the Demon watching on as his body relaxed again. “But I will live again soon. You should too. I am made to survive so please be free.”
“We both are dead now. So sleep and know that I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Jin?”
He hadn’t realized that he had been crying, an actual feat that his body was barely able to do those days. Because of the implants, it was incredibly hard for him to produce tears but it didn’t matter anyways since he rarely felt the need to cry. The Pilot realized that Yoongi had been talking to him, sensing the turbulence in the man.
“Did you get any supplies wrangled up before we leave this place? I heard you got some more food products I can actually work with.”
Yoongi nodded, deciding not to press the issue. Jin turned, furiously wiped his face before looking back at the scene. Namjoon and Hoseok had just finished what they were doing, covering up her body out of respect. Nyala was talking to them, pointing towards the cockpit as she instructed them on something he couldn’t hear. He furrowed his eyebrows as the both of them watched the pair pick up her body and carry her out. He was going to protest, questioning their decision to move her body but Nyala placed a hand on his shoulder with a small smile.
Namjoon carried her body to the bridge and set her on a peculiar area that he hadn’t really noticed before. It was one that was situated right behind his pilot’s seat, a circle that looked like something should have gone there. As instructed, Namjoon put her body down into the circle and stepped back.
Initiating Maiden Interface.
They all heard Kibeth’s voice call out before the area sunk down deep into the floor. The top closed after enveloping her; a series of mechanical clicks could be heard before a large cylinder shot up, attaching the top to the other half. Suddenly the sides of it slid away showing Lirael in the cylinder like she was floating in that space. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her eyes were still closed.
Lights all across the bridge started to light up, and areas that were dead or barely working were now almost singing to life. An unexpected glow shining in the cylinder lit up her features more. The sides covered up the most important parts of her body. Lirael’s eyes slowly opened, the green color radiating with life. She blinked, looking around at something that they couldn’t see. Her mouth opened a bit like she was about to speak but instead something else happened.
Oh!
A voice, light and soft, could be heard as she smiled. Hoseok cheered suddenly, scaring them all as his mouth grew wide with a smile. Namjoon grunted in satisfaction as he was trying, very obviously, to keep from cheering as well. Jungkook clapped Jin on his shoulder but the man was focused on Yoongi, who had walked up to the tank. Lirael shifted in there to look at him, a happy expression on her face.
I am Lirael, but I do not know your names! Thank you so much for helping me and Nyala! I have just access the ship’s systems and everything is in running order. You are Yoongi, are you not?
Yoongi didn’t answer her but extended his hand to touch the tank. A tear fell down his cheek as he used his abilities to connect to her mind. It was something that was bothering him, whether or not she was more machine than body. He realized that she was just like the rest of them but with a connection that he just couldn’t handle at the moment. It was something that he’d been sensing as well as with Nyala but the pieces just wouldn’t fit together until he joined minds with her.
Suddenly, everything made sense to him and it overwhelmed him.
You are leaking! Are you in need of repair? Do you have damage, Mr. Yoongi?
Yoongi snatched his hand away from the tank and ran out, embarrassed that he caused such a scene. Nyala came up to her and reassured her that everything was fine. Jin watched the exchange, the scene being committed to his memory unit. The success of the endeavor was being saved and he would remember it all for them.
Little Snuggles pt 2
Rating: G // SFW
Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS || PART 1
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: Thunderstorms? Person walking around in the dark? Kim Seokjin being dumb. I have no idea
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1,111
AN: I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO OBLIGE! I went a little further into it but I hope you like it!
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It was just going to be a quick nap.
The day had been long and with the storm rolling in, your body felt heavy and unresponsive when you had finally drug it into your apartment. It was lucky that you had gotten there to shuck off the wet clothes and take a hot shower before it had started to really storm outside. The apartment was fairly quiet since the Nunnehi had left and honestly, it was a bit duller without them there. However, you couldn’t really have them stay there forever--knowing that eventually they would have to return.
Your bed seemed so much bigger without them to sneak themselves onto it. The stress of the day started to leave your body, your eyes drifting down as you thought about them. Were they ok? Did they get back safely?
Did they miss you?
You woke up to find that your hair had been wrapped up and a warm smell was coming through the door. Panicking, you racked your brain as you tried to remember if you had turned on the oven. Regardless if you did or not, the covers were flung off of you as you threw open the door to race to the kitchen. The oven was on but there were no signs of smoke and as you pressed the buttons to turn it off--there had been something that you noticed about the rest of the kitchen.
Flour was peppered on the sink and on counters, the once empty sink had dishes in there as if someone had prepared something. There was also a stray cabinet open, which you found that out when you turned and hit your knee on it. A growl escaped you as you clutched the injured knee, crouched over in pain. It suddenly hit you that these little things was a sign that someone else was in there with you. Hope sparked in your chest that they had come back to you but as you opened up all the cabinets, that hope bled away with each one you found to be empty of their tiny bodies.
Standing up, you started to clean the mess that was made. It still bothered you that all that mess was there but before you could get into it, a lighting bolt struck a transformer and caused the apartment to be plunged into darkness. A startled scream came out and had you knee the cabinets again. You just sat there, trying to catch your heartbeat and breath from the sudden scare. However, in the silence, you thought you heard a familiar voice.
“Miss? Where are you?”
“Jin?”
Jumping up, you felt along the walls until there was a body in your way. Confused, you had to back up--a feeling of dread washing over your chest because Jin never was that big. Another lighting strike illuminated the room and you saw a flash of a man there in your living room. Screaming again, you threw your hands up and attempted to get away but his hands gripped your elbows. You struggled so fiercely that the both of you ended up tumbling down, not hearing anything that the man had to say. There was a moment where you thought that your elbow smashed into his face, causing him to let you go with a yelp. The lights popped back on in that moment, eyes painfully trying to adjust to the sudden light.
“Ow, ow, ow. I wanna be small again!”
There on the ground, after you had backed up as far as you could, was Jin but instead of him being small--he was now nearly six foot tall. He held his face in his hands, tears in his eyes and a lovely pout on his lips.
“Oh.. my.. God…” You slowly reached out for him, not believing what you were seeing. Carefully, as if he would disappear like smoke, you touched his face and made sure that he was indeed solid. “Y-You’re ….. BIG!”
He scoffed, still sore about you attacking him but that scoff turned into a laugh when you threw your body on him. He hugged you back just as eagerly as you were, relief and happiness trading between the both of you.
“Thank goodness I came back today. I know how much you hate storms…” He pulled back from the hug and gently took off the towel that had been knocked askew in the scuffle. His fingers ran through your still damp hair, ruffling it and giving it some body as he looked down at you. “Plus, what were you thinking? Coming home and leaving your hair wet like that? You could have caught a cold!”
His scolding made you laugh, prompting another hug. He smelled of the earth, dark and musky but with a hint of spice. It tickled your nose as you held onto him, not quite wanting the moment to end. He enveloped you in his arms again, resting his head on yours--giving out a deep sigh.
“I wanted to hug you like this for so long but now that I get to…” He crushed you to his new body for a moment, his voice starting to tremble a bit, “I want to be big like this for you forever.”
Suddenly, he wasn’t there. Your arms enclosed themselves around your own body and you opened your eyes, your breath drawing in at the sudden emptiness. Tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, worried that he finally left or that it was a dream. A small pat on your leg caused you to look down, the clothes that he was previously wearing crumpled around your body but showcasing Jin as his normal size. He placed his cheek against your leg, closing his eyes and hugging what he could.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay big..”
You scooped him up in your hands and gave him another light kiss, the tears that were threatening to spill over--finally dropping down your cheeks. Jin grew concerned and put his tiny hands on your cheeks, his own tiny kiss making them fall even faster.
“It’s ok. I’m just glad that you’re back.”
“That’s right! And the others are going to show up soon too! I heard you turned off the oven, though.”
The little apartment felt like home again. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he pushed up his white robes that appeared on his body when he returned to normal size to help wash. He looked up at you and pouted again, his little cheeks sticking out.
“But then you hit me! I just can’t believe that! I’m telling the rest this when they get here.”
“Ok, Jin.”
Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]
BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?
Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language
AO3
AN: Sorry guys that I haven’t been as active as I have been with this story! After much consideration, I have decided that this story is going to go in parts so after chapter 20--season 1 will end! There’s a lot of stuff going on right now and I should have more up for you soon! A shoutout to @pinkpjmin for sticking with us! If anyone else would like to be tagged in this story, please shoot us a message!
Chapter 19- Betty Blue
We're like two fingers of the same hand The Hand of Fate writing on the sand What does it matter What does it mean
“Oh wow, she looks normal enough!”
Vairuit had been inspecting Lirael since they arrived at the doctor’s house. The bio-android had been fitted with some loose men’s clothing, a pair of overalls that Jimin had that were too small for him but even those were large on her frame. The girls would have lended some clothing to her but since the both of them had either height or muscle, the lending would have to have been done by someone smaller than the majority of them. Vairuit put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair in earnest. The action elicited a happy laugh from Lirael as she stood there and let her do just that.
Hoseok watched the exchange with great fascination along with Namjoon, who still was as stoic as ever. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, The sky had started to turn lilac and purple as one of the suns had started its descent down. If he was more of a faithful man, then he would have thought their arrival at his place to be something pre-ordained as that night was the onset of a rare alignment that included the planet that they were on. The locals called it The Pathway Lights, a phenomenon that would ignite particles in the air to create a pathway of sorts like it was an aurora. Normally, many of the locals tended to avoid going outside during that event when it was only a sun that was setting but the event happening then was to be on a larger scale as the moons orbiting the planet aligned themselves as well.
That particular one only happened every 300 years while the minor one happened at least every 20. Everyone on the planet would have seen it on the minor scale at least once but only rare cases would be able to see the major event in its entirety.
The doctor watched everyone carefully, assessing each of them as they talked. Jin was trying to get Namjoon to smile, dragging Lirael along for the amusement. Vairuit and Jungkook butting heads again with Jimin mediating and Yoongi was deep in conversation with Nyala. For the first time in a long time, Hoseok felt . He felt so deeply that he found himself smiling at all of them there, the camaraderie that stirred the past emotions that he thought long buried. It was something that was calling to him again, much like the long lost call that he thought he should follow. Maybe it was all in preparation for that very moment, fate bringing them all together? He really didn’t know but it was all very convenient that the Event was happening right when they all gathered together.
But he was a doctor, not a theologist.
In the short time that he knew these people, he could see that the bonds between them were deepening. Some were explosive and some were forged in fire, Hoseok was envious of them all but felt that he had no place there as they would leave soon. It would happen eventually, as sure as death would come and claim them. He smiled regardless when Jimin came up to him for another point of view in their argument.
Lirael suddenly pointed upwards with an exclamation, seeing the Path start to come alive as the moments passed. At that, everyone looked up and saw the particles being lit up with it seemingly starting from the ancient ruins. The little particles seemed to shower down as it made its path through the atmosphere but their good mood was ruined by the appearance of a person that nobody knew.
“So the bio-android lives and is in perfect working order? That is extremely helpful…”
All of them jerked, startled by the intruder. He wore an insignia of another guild, one that made Vairuit and Jungkook jump forward to protect the others. Nyala stood behind them with fire in her eyes, ready to attack as well. Hoseok stepped forward with his hands up, his happy face now replaced by one of grim determination. The man raised an eyebrow as he watched the doctor walk past the Mao and Jungkook. Even the others looked to each other in question as he did so but he didn’t survive this long by just being a hermit doctor.
“We have no interest in you, Doctor. We just want the android and the ship, the others can be disposed of for--”
He never got to finish his sentence because when Hoseok clapped his hands, needles shot out from the various foliage at the intruders. They made quick work of the people hiding in the shadows as well as the main person, making them akin to a pin cushion. However, when he turned to run--there was only one way to go since the group had cut off their only way to get out of there. The ones that were slower to succumb to the poison on the needles started to fire on them, hoping to hit something so they claim the bounties. However, the rest of them were either quick on the draw or just quick in general as they scattered.
Nyala and Namjoon grabbed Lirael as they ducked behind one vehicle, the first using her abilities to reach several of the rogues at once. Jin and Jungkook were firing shots from behind the building while Jimin took care of those that got too close. Vairuit roared and charged at another group while Yoongi grabbed Hoseok, pulling him along to safety as he pulled out of one his derringers as well. The firefight lasted a couple of minutes before they started to progress. Nobody had enough ammunition to continue to fight there so they pressed the others. Their only option was to head to safety, taking shelter in the ruins as they picked them off one by one.
The groups each ran to a vehicle while Nyala provided the enemies with something to deal with as they escaped. She unleashed the energy that she had been building up and the Lighting Dragon was unleashed there. However, as they were getting away--Hoseok looked backwards to his home and was saddened that it had started to go up in flames due to the pirates. He had no choice but to go with them, even if it was for his own safety as he had made himself an enemy of the pirates. It would take them about an hour for them to catch up, if not longer the further they got away.
The three groups made it to the ruins, finding it an easier way to defend themselves than out in the open where anyone can find them. However, as they were prepping their assault on those that would come after them--Lirael could hear something off in the distance. She wasn’t sure what it was that was speaking to her but the closer she got to the voice, the stronger it seemed to get. Parts of the Path’s event had made its way into the ruin, almost lighting a way for her to follow but once she got deeper into the main cavern, another type of path lit up.
The designs on the floor slowly lit up as the particles hit it, showing Lirael something that nobody else could figure out. Jin turned around, making sure that everyone was accounted for when he noticed that had started to walk away. He left the others, alerting Jungkook with what was going on, to chase after her because she was the one person that they were all supposed to look after. Jungkook shouted after him as he finished up what he was doing, the others busy with their defenses. Soon he caught up to Jin, just as he was grabbing Lirael by the wrist.
“Where are you going?! It’s too dangerous right now to be sight-seeing!”
“But they are calling us...Can’t you hear them?”
Her words stopped Jin in his tracks, heart suddenly pounding as he noticed the engravings on the floor. Jungkook looked at the both of them before following the engravings up to the wall. It seemed to be some sort of language that had been etched there, something that stirred in his memory. It was unsettling for both of them, Lirael being the only one unaffected by the strange phenomenon. Jungkook knew he’d seen something like that before but couldn’t place where but when the air in the room shifted, his senses were on high alert as he couldn’t pinpoint what was going on. The rest of the group showed up, concerned about what was happening because when Lirael had entered in the room--a sort of wall had formed over the entrance where they had set up at, trapping them all in.
Suddenly, it was like gears had started to turn in the walls once all the engravings surrounding them had been lit up. A light burst through and shone down on the floor, highlighting a particular spot.
What doest thou seek?
A voice boomed over them all, shaking some debris and dust off of the ceiling. The only one that wasn’t on edge was Lirael as she stepped forward towards the spotlight. Jin gripped her wrist even more tightly, trying to keep her from going anywhere. Even Jungkook reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder but all she did was smile at them, their hands falling from her body as she moved forward again.
“This is the Southern Gate….” Nyala breathed, walking forward herself as she reached out to touch the engravings on the walls. “This is the doorstep to the Leyline.”
Everyone looked at Nyala who was looking around at everything as she tried to take it all in. She didn’t know too much about the whole project or even much about the lore behind it but she knew enough that if in the wrong hands, it would cause destruction for everyone involved. That was the reason why she kept the Antares and Lirael out of the Pirate’s hands. The light in the etchings seemed to waver as she touched them, her energy that she was putting off was mixing with the light in the wall. The melancholy didn’t last long, however, when Lirael made contact with the spotlight.
The air seemed to shiver again as she was enveloped in the light, her eyes growing wide as she looked up into it. She turned around to face the others and all that came out of her mouth was a gasp of surprise, bringing herself to everyone’s attention again. Jin and Jimin started running forward but they were stopped by Nyala, powerless to stop what was happening. Her eyes now glowed with the same color light that was being given off instead of the emerald green that they normally were. Her body was lifted off the ground, now caught in the beam and controlled by what was producing the light.
Suddenly, all around her, the light illuminated around her and it showed a star chart along with other writing. It was the same writing on the walls but more alive as it interacted with Lirael. She lifted up a hand and the words changed, as if she was directing it around. Jin finally stepped forward and used his ability with his eyes to record everything that was happening, unable to look directly at Lirael for fear that he would cry out for her. It pained him that this was happening, despite the gentle smile she gave right before surrendering herself to the alien light. What was that feeling, that sorrow that threatened to spill out when he saw what was going on?
He hated someone’s freedom taken away like that, no matter if they volunteered--it all mattered to him and he wasn’t the only one that felt that way. Jimin couldn’t help but try and follow suit but Jungkook stopped him, his eyes just as worried as everyone else’s. The words started to flash faster and faster, the map moving around like it was computing where it needed to go and the strain on her face was finally starting to show the longer that she was up there. However, it soon stopped when Lirael finally stopped calculating and the final result was shown for all to see.
Another shake seemed to ripple through the area but it wasn’t from what was happening in front of them. Yoongi looked around and reached out with his abilities, realizing that the pirates had finally found them. He gave Vairuit an alarmed look and the pair of them rushed off to the entrance to see what all damage had been done. The rest were about to join them when Lirael suddenly dropped from where she was being held, the light on the walls as well as in the area suddenly cutting off as the Event passed. She was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, slumped over as she was spent from the exertion.
Jimin was the fastest of all of them as he rushed out to her, picking her up gently as the others came around. Lirael’s head lolled over and landed on his shoulder, exhausted and barely able to keep her eyes open.
“But your wings are wings of the devil.” She sang, voice barely above a whisper, “In front of your sweet is bitter.. Bitter…”
Her eyes were finally green again and her fingers found the collar of Jimin’s shirt, holding gently onto it. He smiled down at her before having to pass her to Jin and Namjoon, with the former taking her into his arms. They all had things to do and none of them could afford anything going wrong now.
Doberman, PT 2 || KWS
Plot: Revenge is always sweet.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: modern day // mafia!au
Pairing: Kim Wonsik x Female OC (Kokia)
Warnings: Strong language, sex, violence, death
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 2,564
AN: For Admin E! I wrote this a while back and now that we have a space for VIXX, I figured I would go ahead and post it! PART 1
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He reported back that she was dead.
The boss smiled at his results and laughed, relief overflowing his features. The Hunter didn’t like the news but his neutral face betrayed nothing as he stood there and watched the man laugh like he had just conquered something. The history between the Wolf and the Boss had been spread all through the gang for years now. Even the newest person knew about them. So when it came about that she had betrayed him, they all knew that they couldn’t go against the Head. His anger was overflowing to the point that he was wrecking anyone that dared to approach him.
He had taken up so much of her so when she retaliated, Ravi had to marvel how hurt the Boss seemed. He saw that it was all chalked up to reputation and ego, bruised heavily by her. Personally, he saw it coming but he didn’t step in because she was the only one keeping the whole operation afloat. So when she was betrayed, he just sat back and watched.
Honestly, he should have helped her then but she had done such a good job of shaking things up herself. And he knew that the proud Wolf didn’t want any help.
So when she had the hit put out on her, Ravi nearly didn’t take it. Deep down, he didn’t want to harm her when it was completely justified but orders were orders. He took the time off to track her down, every little thing that he sniffed out like the Doberman he was. He was the Hunter, the dog of the Boss that always fixed things. He wasn’t going to give up until he had cornered her, which he did.
Ravi had finally found her. Her wonderful dark skin, eyes narrowed as they honed in on him. She had sized him up and it sent a thrill through him that he never would have admitted to anyone but her. They threw themselves at each other and after several rounds, he had destroyed her. Over and over again, he topped her and fought with the Wolf until they were both spent. Their talents both at an even playing field until an opportunity had presented itself.
Now, he was paying for that choice. Ravi’s face fought to keep neutral as his Boss gloated over the loss. The loyal dog was now disgusted with himself as another, more compliant woman danced her way over to him. It was as if she had never existed and that made him want to bare his teeth even more. Loyalty was everything to him and to see it disregarded like that--he wanted to kill them both. The Doberman was no longer loyal to its master. The hand that fed him had disturbed him for the last time.
But he had hoped that he could make things right, for the first fucking time.
He finally tore his eyes away from the sickening couple when the phone buzzed. Ravi stood stock still in his corner as he watched the Boss smash the button out of aggravation.
“Boss, there’s someone to see you.”
“The fuck? I don’t have anyone here so tell them to get lost or die.”
His boss jerked his head after hanging up on the poor man and he walked over to the door. Ravi waited by the door to see who it was but instead, he heard a couple of gunshots. The sound alarmed the Boss as he stood up, the woman almost falling to the floor. He couldn’t help but grin as he opened the door, letting whomever in. His Wolf waltzed through, a gun in her hand and sporting the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen on her body.
The color would have put the royal family to shame with how brilliant the purple was on her body. The dark color of her skin accentuated the color and hugged every part of her body that he lavished not too long ago. That night when he had finally cornered her and absolutely fucked her until they had both finally given up on energy. He could feel the heat on the back of his neck as he thought back to her naked body beneath him and the absolute horror of his boss when he realized who he let in.
That was a rush for him just as much as her walking in with that sinful dress. The man sputtered, skin splotchy with red as he tried to form angry words towards the both of them. The door clicked shut with a quiet sound, his hand gently closing the door after the entrance of his Wolf. After locking it, Ravi walked over to the desk and grabbed one of the cigars that the man had been smoking on. Clipping off the end near the neat gold end, he stuck the thing in his mouth and pulled out some long stick matches to light the thing with. Ravi then sat down on the desk, his dark eyes watching her walk up to him.
“Kokia! He told me you were dead!”
A smile broke out on her face slowly and growing to the point where her canines were showing. The smoke from the cigar wafted up as he took an inhale, eyes still trained on his former boss. Kokia reached him and pressed her body against his, lifting her hand up to take the cigar from his lips. Her other hand caressed his chest, reaching in to feel the warm skin that was underneath his black silk shirt. Her fingers played with the area where his tattoos were as they ghosted over the taut muscles. Goosebumps peppered his skin where she had been touching it but he knew that if he took his eyes off the disgusting man--then he would try something.
“Oh, Wonsik…. You told him I was dead? Well, that’s not far off.” She put the cigar in her own mouth, dark red lipstick staining the end of the cigar like a promise. “Well, I am dead. Dead to you.”
Kokia let the smoke ease out of her mouth like tendrils and he never wanted to fuck her more than in that moment. He even had the mind of letting the pig watch as he took the beautiful woman, showing him how it was actually done. He stood up and wrapped an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her to his pelvis to show off how turned on he was at the moment. Her eyes got wide before understanding what he meant, a smirk of his own growing on his own face.
“Leave before you die.” Kokia spat at the woman, who gathered her things and practically ran out of the door. Ravi reluctantly left the warm spot to lock the door again, making sure that they wouldn’t be disturbed. He heard two quick gunshots and the man yelling in pain. Turning around, he saw that Kokia had shot him in the knees--the man spilling out onto the floor from it.
“You won’t survive after this! I’ll make sure of it!” Ravi crossed the space in what seemed like seconds to grab the man by the collar and throw him into a chair. He took his own tie and the other’s to secure him to that chair, not that he could walk very far regardless. “And you! If I die, the whole gang will come after you!”
“Shut the fuck up. I don’t work for you anymore and I’ll kill everyone else who decides that Kokia isn’t fit for your job.”
She sat there, perched on her new desk and watched him work as she smoked. He pulled at the man’s hair, yanking his head back as his legs bled before making him look directly at her. She stood up and stalked over, gun in hand before kneeling before the former boss. One hand slid up his thigh before grabbing the man by the balls.
“This is what I think of your gang.” She put the gun directly on his crotch, moved her hand and shot. He howled in pain, trying to squirm away from her affections. “I’ll make this place my bitch and do it better than you. Oh wait… This isn’t news.”
She laughed as she stood up but the moment she did, Ravi pinned her body to his. He was unchained, unbound and willing to lay at her feet. Grinding himself on her, he bent down to whisper in her ear--a naughty thought that had been running rampant in his mind since she entered.
“Let’s give him one last show, love.” Nipping at her earlobe, Ravi trailed kissed over her jaw and onto her neck. He sucked on that sweet spot there until there was a visible discoloration from where he left his lips. Her body responded to his as she pulled at him with the same ferocity that he came at her with. But the pout on her face is what stopped him, for the moment.
“He doesn’t deserve to see my body any longer.”
Ravi immediately took the gun and cigar from her hands before popping the smoking thing in his mouth then popping a bullet into the man’s forehead. He then turned to her, placing his forehead on hers as he blew some of the smoke out downward like a dragon. She grabbed his face and threw the cigar away, hitting the corner before devouring his lips. Ravi growled in response as a hand dived into her front, grabbing one of her tits and massaging it in his large hand. The other hand hiked up her dress, exposing her long legs. She then removed his hand and jumped up into his arms as she attacked his mouth again.
He held her up easily as he walked to the chair that was previously occupied by the dead man. Kokia, once Ravi had sat down in said chair, looped her legs through the arm rests to get a better position on top of his lap. He watched as she untied the back of her dress, letting her top half fall free of the constricting fabric. Her perky tits bounced only for him and he reached up to give them the attention that they deserve when she smacked his wandering hands away. Her mouth trailed down his neck to the exposed skin, unbuttoning several parts of the shirt.
“No. You’re gonna sit here and take it.”
He nearly groaned at the sound of her husky voice, completely submissive for her in that moment. Ravi knew that she needed to get that out of her system, needed to have some semblance of control back so she could move on. And if she used him in the process? So be it and he would die a happy man.
She made quick work of getting his belt off the black slacks he had on, wiggling around to expose what was underneath. A moan slipped out, the friction only making him harder but he obediently kept his hands to the side as she worked. The dress she had on was making it a bit hard to do what she wanted so he actually reached up and ripped the dress, allowing her more freedom to grind against his crotch. Kokia grabbed his face, anger in her eyes but he didn’t waver on that subject.
“I’ll buy you a better dress but for now, please fuck me.” He almost whimpered to her. Her eyes softened at his low words and took him in her hands, stroking him almost agonizingly slow. Ravi knew that she was going to have her revenge for tearing the dress and he accepted it. He just craved the way she felt, the way that she pressed her body against his. The way that his own body carnally wanted her, in every way that he could think of. He would have been harder even faster had the windows actually had people looking, showing them what all she was doing to a killer like him.
His beautiful killer.
Once she was satisfied with touching him, Kokia lifted herself up just enough to slide his member in all the way. She took him in slowly, every inch had him panting and eager for more. He tried to lift up his own hips but as powerful as they were, Kokia slammed her own hips down and ground him deeper than before. He gave out a cry, a soft keening sound as he threw his head back. He didn’t see the grin on her face before she did it again, working him up and down. Holding onto his shoulders, she bounced on him--the slickness making sounds in the now quiet room. Aside from their heavy breathing, nothing else could be heard since Kokia went on her rampage earlier. Everyone that would have had a problem with them, were now dead and he was so fucking close to losing his mind as she kept the brutal pace going.
He couldn’t take it anymore, the proud and deadly killer started to beg. His deep voice took on a whine as he chanted for her to keep going. Harder, faster--Ravi moaned loudly as she moved, arms twitching with the determination of keeping them to the sides. He allowed her to bruise him, to touch him and to drive him so close to the edge that it nearly broke him. She brought him so close, then took it away to watch the absolute dejection on his face. Her skin had taken on a light sheen from the effort of chasing that high with him, one that he would gladly indulge in again if she wanted to .
Finally, with a quick adjustment, he snapped and his arms wrapped themselves around her. He wanted that fucking friction, pounding up with his hips. He wouldn’t take that moment from her but he would help her along the way. Her own cries of pleasure mixed with his breathy moans as the chair kept bumping into the desk with each movement. Ravi finally grasped her hips and pulled them down so hard as he came up--he saw stars. The final movement had her grasping all around him, clinging to the hardness that was currently inside of her. It was over quickly for Kokia but Ravi had other plans.
He kept rolling his hips, using her overstimulated clit as a buffer for his own chase. Even having his thumb join in to keep her pleasure going. He was so close to finishing inside of her that every little touch she provided was making his brain foggy. A kiss there, a nip and suck there. This time, it approached them both with a vengeance as it washed over them--his hips stuttering from the effort.
They clung to each other, both gasping for breath to regulate themselves. Her head landed on his, gently knocking them together. Ravi chuckled, peppering her face with small and sweet kisses.
“Are you ok, love?” He asked her, eyes shining only for her. She nodded, not wanting to say another word about it. He knew that she was hurting from what happened and needed a release but never saying anything to her unless she spoke first. He let her do things at her own pace and only stepped in when needed. He was her Guardian Devil and a dog he would be...
...For her.
“Humans are insolent creatures because they know nothing of everything else other than to destroy. They hate what they don’t understand, even if there is nothing to understand.”
“But you were once human.”
“A long time ago.”
Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade
Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers