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WHAT HIDES IN THE SHADOWS

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

Protected by your family and the Guardians your whole life, you come across the creatures you have been sheltered from and your whole world loses its balance.

The truth of the Oath reveals itself as you walk your path through the shadows and start questioning all that has been taught to you since your childhood. Those who co-exist between both sides would be considered traitors by the humans, but if the Vampires were so bad, why did they allow the Guardians to exist? Why didn’t they overpower the entire human population after The Shadow Nights?

As you get into the depths of both the Guardians' and the Vampires' worlds the pieces fall in place and you discover secrets that have been hidden to the civilians like you. Secrets that will make you question the whole sense of your existence. Eventually bringing calamities upon your kin.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: angst, gore and blood, hierarchy, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), alternative relationships (multi-partner relationships: polyamory, poligamia, etc), love triangles, toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, rivalry, explicit smut, jealousy, ownership, manipulation. Be aware of each episode's warnings.

Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊

This work has multiple chapters and I should be posting on the first and third monday of each month until its closure (depending on demand). Please, bare with me 💜

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Thanks to @moonleeai for helping me with the summary 💜

Chapter 1: AWAKENING

Chapter 2: METAMORPHOSE I

Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

Chapter 4 : VERSUS I

Chapter 5: VERSUS II

Chapter 6: VERSUS III

Chapter 7: INFERENCE

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

EPILOGUE

JUMP

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Smut, Alternative relationships, University AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5762

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, Bondage (dominant-sub dinamics, spanking, semi-public sex, voyeur.) Non-sexual dominance.

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This is a paralel one-shot to a comming series The library (when I finish one of the 7 in master list.)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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While the professor pulled the upper board down to keep writing, you saw a phone sneak over your shoulder with the screen on. Shifting your sight from your notes, you took a glance at it and had to suppress a scream. The giggle that escaped your friend’s throat and blasted in your head to make you do exactly the same, as she hid her phone away, was the snitch of your mischief.

He turned around and his dark beautiful doe eyes fixed on you. Eyebrow warning for a required silence, then he went back to writing and you bit your lower lip, nervously. Then a little ball of paper passed over your head and landed on your desk.

‘Let’s meet up after the classes.’ The clear and almost calligraphic hangul belonged to Yoongi. You looked behind with an eyebrow raised before picking your phone to write in it. He’d messaged you the exact same phrase but you had been too focused, then distracted, to acknowledge it.

As you typed the emoji, a shadow towered over your desk and took the light coming from the ceiling. You stopped typing straight away but you dragged your eyes from his thighs and crotch until you met your teacher’s eyes. 

“A word.” he demanded and moved away walking towards the door as you stood from your place to walk there too. He waited with the door open for you to step outside and then locked the door behind himself. He then looked at each side of the hallway before pushing your back against the wall next to the door, towering you with his whole body. “Such a good student with such bad behaviour,” he whispered and then tisk-tisked his tongue, which made your skin crawl and your slick wet immediately. If it was Yoongi you would have fallen obediently to your knees after that sound. Mr. Jeon leaned towards your ear, “Thank the fact that we are in the middle of a lesson.” The smirk you felt on his words, made your cheeks turn red and you moisturized your lips with the tip of your tongue. His scent, the warmth of his body, and the way his position was only a threat of what he could be doing; it made your breath hitch. “Let’s go back inside and I hope you stay off your phone for the rest of the class. I don’t care that he’s the genius of the university basketball team, I can still kick his ass out of class for disturbing it,” he said, standing completely straight and making distance, not looking at you.

You didn’t even have time to compose yourself from your arousal, he simply slid the door making the room go quiet and walked to the board, waiting in silence for you to take your seat. 

You made your way in, eyes not meeting Yoongi’s, whose stare you could feel like flames licking over your skin. You knew your cheeks were slightly pink and, that, he most certainly would notice. He noticed details other’s couldn’t. Bridges, voids, anything in a person’s character and actions; how they interacted with others or how they behaved when they thought they weren’t being watched. He was able to read through those little details to judge who he was dealing with. The same went down on the court and he had his gestures, stares and moves to make his team move with him when he saw his chances with the other team. They called him ace as much as they called him genius. 

You could feel his eyes on you as you sat down in your place but you never gave the stare back because if he knew what you and the teacher had going on, even with the character of what you had with him, he would most probably end things with you. 

Jungkook boxed, you could see him through your window in his living room, on the next building one floor above, but Yoongi's mind was scarier than muscles. You didn't really know what his reaction could be since he really seemed to act like you were more than sexual partners.

The arrangement was only on that aspect, but the way he treated you when he didn’t have you sitting on his cock without moving as he studied; told you he was at least very comfortable spending time with you. Comfortable when he fucked you against one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room, risking being seen by someone outside. Comfortable as he dragged ice cubes over your body, letting the cubes slide between your ass cheeks to watch the melting water drip over your lower lips as you lay on your tummy, a pawn to the casualty of his behavior.

Maybe it was all just your imagination. He had extraordinary control over himself and that was the reason why you trusted him to do non-ordinary sexual practices. Because, how could you trust someone to control you if they didn’t have control over themselves? Yoongi wasn’t sadistic but loved bondage and the adrenaline in the risk of being caught. All with a very calm attitude, so he was simply your match. 

Analysing how popular the whole BDSM thing had become from not so well done novelistic material, one had to be careful on detecting predators in disguise of dominants. Not that you practised anything extreme, but things could get ugly if you chose the first  instead of the second, because those would not respect your limits or your will. Thankfully, you knew what to ask and how to act to find out exactly what you were dealing with. So, the first time he suggested tying you to his bed you easily discussed the dynamics. Next time after that, he simply respected what you had previously arranged. 

Just the day before he had played like a sneaky boyfriend. It wasn’t like you had previously planned it but the role play had come up very naturally. The way he entered the only-woman building like nothing and got to your floor undetected was exciting, even for you. 

You had opened the door and acted like you were going to close it on him, but with some muscle he kept the door still, even when you tried to push it, without really putting an effort to do so. Then he slithered into your room, closing the door behind himself and locked it from the inside. 

“Yoongi, I want to study. Can you leave?” If someone had heard you, they would have believed it, but he knew by the way you put the lid to your pen over your notebook and how you pushed your five wheeled office chair near the table that you were preparing for his next move. 

He got closer to you and tried to grab you by the waist before a little smirk appeared when you moved away from him. Your serious face would tell him you really wanted him gone but he knew better for how you were getting closer to the bed as you ‘fed’ him. He then walked closer again.

“Why so grumpy?” he questioned, taking his time with the steps that led him to you. You raised your eyes and he knew by your silence the bet was up. “Uh…” he murmured and got closer, pulling you towards his body. 

“Stop.” you complained, trying to pull away. He then pushed you towards the bed on your back and hovered over you starting to tickle the skin just below your ribs.

“Let’s change that pouty face,” he said as you started to fill the room with giggles. You tried to fight him off but he held your wrists at the sides of your head and you simply surrendered to his will. His teeth pulling your lower lip towards him, was only the beginning of what happened next.

You couldn’t even remember how you had managed to finish your subject and follow your study plan after the way he had fucked you into oblivion. You could still feel his teeth on you, the nibbles and the full mouth pressings. He had left one single hickey on your hip because you hadn’t played the way he wanted you to. Your groin was still kind of sore from his rough thrusts during missionary but in the moment you had simply touched the sky. 

Your phone had only buzzed two times, expected from Yoongi, who wouldn’t be insistent when it came to talking. Still, you didn’t dare to look behind you. Then a small piece of paper fell onto your table. 

‘Why did the teacher only call you out? He saw me with my phone too.’ He had written down. This one you couldn’t ignore. You looked at Mr. Jeon, who was still writing down and proceeded to reply.

‘I don’t know, mr. SuGa.’ That was kind of mean but you didn’t want to continue any kind of conversation. Even less if it was leading to what you thought. You folded the three finger sized paper back and put your hand over your shoulder for your friend to pass it to him. “Yoongi,” you whispered as the professor started speaking. The paper marched its way back. Seconds later it fell on your table again, perfectly basketed in your pencil case. You frowned automatically and made sure you hadn’t been caught.

‘He gives zero fucks about my team position, like most teachers. You know that already. What has he told you that you came back looking like you’d been complimented more than scolded?’ He had done his writing in a very tiny typo so you couldn’t excuse yourself with a short answer. To Jungkook, it looked like you were taking notes when he turned around to check on his class planning notebook.

‘He told me I am a good student and that I shouldn’t let boys interfere with that.’ You couldn’t tell him the truth. The paper did another travel and a new one was basketed in your case again. You turned to look at him and he was touching the corners of his lips as he gave you a glare from above but went back to taking notes.

‘Was that all?’ You felt his eyes on you again, or you were at least sure he was staring. You felt the pressure of a lie, but what were you supposed to tell him? 

‘What happens if it wasn’t?’ you wrote and made the paper do the trip. 

‘Depends. Especially when I know he wants in my pussy.’ his note said when you opened it and looked at the back. His lettering was sharp where he had marked ‘my’.

‘What makes you think that?’ You passed the paper to your friend. Unfortunately, Jungkook raised his eyes from the books and caught the moment your hand lowered when your friend took the note. 

“Miss Nam, what is that you have in your mouth?” wondered Mr. Jeon, straightening his back and looking at her properly. 

“No-Nothing.” Your friend's voice sounded kind of raspy and your eyes bulged when you realised what she’d done. 

“I hope the transgression doesn't cause you indigestion.” he said, loud enough for the whole class to hear as he turned around. You wanted to slide down from your chair and let the floor swallow you. 

The ten minutes left of class went on quietly but as soon as Jungkook dismissed you all, Reema made sure to pull you with her out of the class and out of both men's grasp, taking you to the nearest bathroom. 

“I can’t fucking believe you have both the hot teacher and the basketball ace wanting a piece of you,” she said after checking the bathroom stalls were empty. “Well… the last one got it but… Hot teacher? Hmmm…” she growled and rolled her eyes up to her forehead. The image she was showing you during class was a sneaky one she took from the window of your room when your curtains were technically closed. He was taking off his shirt after boxing and his perfectly muscled chest showed over his grey sweat pants. “Have you had sex with him?” she suddenly wondered. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod… HAVE YOU?” she started spiralling.

“Haven’t seen any more than you have, unfortunately…” you responded. 

“What then?” She sat on the counter and a girl entered to use the stall. 

“The guy is hot as hell. He caught me touching myself this one time,” you whispered getting closer to her. “And he gave me orders through a message as he watched from his flat.” She shrieked in excitement. “Shhh!” you scolded. 

“What else?” she wondered. The girl came out of the stall and looked at you before washing her hands with a slight blush on her cheeks since you were positioned in between your friend’s legs and very close to her face. The two of you scrunch your nose with a smirk as the girl left. “We are lesbis now.” she pronounced and you raised your shoulders not giving a damn before both of you bursted on laughter. “So what else?” 

“He might have watched me and Yoongi fuck in my room last night.” you said, remembering that you had had the curtains open the whole time and how you would have sworn Jungkook’s curtains moved at some point. Her eyes bulged and she covered her mouth from an astonished smile.

The next thing she did was ask for details, which you gave her because it seemed like there had been quite a lot to catch up ever since she had been back home with her parents for the semester break. 

As you two walked around speaking from A to Z you ended up in front of the gym. She pulled you in and made you sit on one of the bleachers. Yoongi was quick to spot you and give you a knowing look. One of the boys gave him a look while nodding with a smirk but he ended it by giving the guy a menacing stare, making him move out of the way and focus on the game immediately. 

There you checked your phone when you felt it vibrate.

You replied to Mr. Jeon while your friend looked from your side and giggled. There was a moment you didn't notice Yoongi staring up at you as you were on your phone but as soon as the training finished, he walked up the bleachers and lowered his upper body to yours, then whispered in your ear. 

"Let's go to my apartment when I'm done," he said and you suddenly remembered your conversation. You moved to meet his eyes that were sharp and dark.

"Ok. I'll wait until you're done." you whispered back. Then he bowed to you both and left.

"I mean… I totally get why both but… Girl… You've just arranged two meetings with very little time difference. Do you wanna end up in a wheelchair?" she wondered putting a hand over her chest faking to be astonished. You laughed at her comment but knew the two plans were impossible to achieve together.

"I'll have to cancel the tutoring…" you said as if you were sad.

"Oh c'mon…" she pouted. "Girl, I would rather fuck Mr. Jeon than the player… have you seen his chest? How big he his? I'm betting my ass that everything on him is big," she added shamelessly. The idea made you press your thighs together but you only giggled to her before daydreaming for a second. 

By the way his muscles flexed when he punched the bag and how easily he did his push ups, you thought his stamina would probably be very good. The image of him holding your waist and slamming his  against it, made your slick drop a bit in your panties. It would be hard to cancel. 

"Do you want us to accompany you on our way to the apartment?" you asked as you saw Yoongi get out with his sports bag on one shoulder. You had to recognise how cool he was, over anything else. Your friend nodded. 

You dropped her off at your building and left with Yoongi towards his, at the other side of the university. During the walk you could tell he was slightly tense but he didn’t say a thing about whatever was on his mind. He just walked coolly, with a straight posture and eyes fixed to the front. Until you decided to not leave it there. You suddenly moved to face him and stared straight in his eyes as he stopped. 

“What?” he wondered. You felt the slight pissed off tone on his question.

“What is going on?” you asked, completely oblivious to the nature of his mood.

“What do you mean?” he decided to ask a question instead of replying, in hopes that you would leave the subject alone.

“You are pissed.” you confirmed, but he didn’t change his expression. “I wanna know why.”

“Ok…” he replied, nodding his head and finally letting his expression change to a much sharper and darker look. “Are you fucking Mr. Jeon, Rue?” The fact that he used your name instead of ‘angel’ stung a little, even if you didn’t know why.

“No.” you answered. ‘Not yet.’ your mind betrayed.

“You don’t need to lie, you know. This thing we have is supposed to be based on trust. If you just lie you are not respecting it-” he began talking.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” you fought back. He raised a brow, disliking the attitude. “I’m not lying. I haven’t fucked him, I don’t need to lie about that.” you said, more calmly. 

“You just want to, then.” he didn’t ask, it was the confirmation of a thought. You suddenly felt wrong about it. “I’m not shaming you, hell knows I’m the last one to judge this stuff, but I just need you to be sincere about it. Do you want to be with him?” 

“I don’t think I’m following you.” you muttered blankly.

“Do you want to date him? Only, him.” he explained.

“No. I mean, that’s not the nature of whatever is going on between me and the teacher.” you explained.

“What is it then? I’m merely curious.” he clarified. 

“Are you really comfortable talking about this?” you wondered, astonished by how cool he was taking the whole thing.

“Yes, I’m not particularly insecure to be jealous or feel threatened. Also, we haven’t talked about not having other partners, so I can’t really complain. I just don’t like being played with or lied to.” he pointed out.

“Oh… Well, in that case. I don’t know. It was this one time he caught me masturbating in my room…” he frowned. “I mean, his living room has views of my room and-”

“Wait. What?” he wondered with a smirk. “Does this mean he could have seen us yesterday?” he chuckled.

“Cool, uh? I think he did.” Yoongi smirked again. “So, basically he told me to look at him and slow down. As I did, he watched while leaning over the glass of his window,” you explained. “It was hot.”

“It is hot,” he confirmed. “So, the teacher likes to watch…?” he gave you a naughty look.

“Uh oh…”

“Is he home?” he asked and you nodded.  “Let’s go to your room then.” he pulled you towards his body. “We are not behaving. I’m sneaking in."

He did just that, he walked past the bedroom’s guard as you distracted her with needing a spare pen and then you walked to the staircase where he was waiting. He entered your room calmly, just as he had done the day before and you walked straight to the window to see if Mr. Jeon was matching with the sandbag, without a shirt on. When he stopped and let himself fall on his hands to start doing lift ups, you got slightly distracted. Suddenly Yoongi came from behind and pressed your body with his against the glass. 

“Do you like the view?” he whispered in your ear as he pressed your lower body further with his. 

“Yes, master.” His dick twitched against your asscheeks while your thoughts started clouding with want for it. He let you go suddenly and grabbing you by the nape he led you to the bed. 

“Lie in the middle of it and don’t move,” he ordered. Then started to look for something in your room. He came back with four scarves and started tying you by wrists and ankles to the bed. “Remember your safe word,” he warned before doing the last knot. Then he grabbed his phone and dialled while getting near the window, leaning an elbow in it and looking at the working teacher. Suddenly Jungkook stopped and stood to pick up something from the sofa next to him. Yoongi put the call on speaker just in the moment the other person replied. 

“Min Yoongi-sii, how may I help you?” the teacher replied.

“Look down. There’s something you might want to see.” he explained before hanging up. 

Jungkook only took a second to gaze down to your room and then they exchanged looks before Yoongi dropped his phone and took off his jacket that allowed the white t-shirt to display his well built chest. 

He then walked to the edge of the bed calmly and crawled up to your knees before pulling your skirt up to expose your prune lace panties and then did the same with your loose fitted t-shirt to expose the matching bra. He didn’t look up again because he knew that Jungkook wouldn’t take his eyes away, but you did and he was leaning against the crystal with his sweaty chest and the grey sweatpants, the image that made your walls contract around nothing. 

Yoongi placed two fingers against your lips and you obediently opened your mouth but instead of introducing them in the wet cavity, he slid them down from the chin to your throat. Then he opened his hand to rest it over it, before he looked up to Jungkook with a smirk. You didn’t even tense, trusting whatever he wanted to do would not trespass your boundaries. You shifted your eyes from him to the teacher and saw him tense up but you simply relaxed, looking back at your master. Yoongi continued his way down between your breasts and grasped the centre of your bra, ripping it off to free your breasts.

“Hey!” you complained. He raised an eyebrow.

“Behave. Second warning.” he said, staring straight into your eyes. You knew exactly where the first fault had been. 

He then peeled off the fabric to reveal your breasts. Without warning he pinched and pulled both nipples with the index and the thumb of both hands before leaning over to nibble around them, making you have to hold the moans. One of his rules was silence unless you were told the opposite. His luscious mouth was making it very difficult for you, for the way his wet and precise tongue kept on playing around but forgot the erected pebbles that screamed for attention. 

Then, biting at each side of your lower ribs he put the cherry on top by giving one single and strong lick to each side. The mess between your legs was leaving your underwear ready to be discarded. He looked straight at it as if he had read your mind but it was more likely that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His smirk confirmed that it was exactly what he expected but the way he put down your skirt to cover it, almost made you want to pull on your restraints. 

He then stood and untied you from the bed calmly. As if the voluptuous bulge on his pants wasn’t bothering him at all. He sat at the end of the bed and you waited patiently for his next order.

“Come here,” he ordered and patted his thigh as he placed himself further backwards. You knew exactly what he wanted and it was a thing that you found to be humiliating but at the same time a major turn on. So you obeyed. Sitting down on one of his thighs you started humping on it and he simply let his upper body fall over the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched you doing so.

The friction played a part in your arousal and it leaked onto his denim making him smirk. You couldn’t really know since the fabric of your core was soaked but for that same reason you expected it to happen. 

You started rolling your hips harder to increase the contact, knowing that was what he liked you to do but suddenly your own pleasure betrayed your closeness to an orgasm with the sound of a throated moan.

"Stop." Yoongi raised his upper body. "Get off me." The third strike was counted and you obeyed. "On your fours over the bed." You obeyed that one too and he was quick to pull your skirt up and panties down. "I want you to count." He then placed himself behind you on his knees over the bed and a spank was heard before it stung on your right cheek. It was measured but still stung.

"One…" you whispered. Another landed.

"Louder." He ordered mildly.

"Two." you spoke normally. Another followed another and so until the seventh time when his phone rang and he simply stood, walking to pick it up. 

"Uh… Professor interrupts." You had almost forgotten he was watching and suddenly felt self-conscious of your image, societal shame refraining you from looking at him.

"Stop that shit." You heard Jungkook on the speaker. 

"No. That's her punishment for not following the rules. Now if you excuse me," he pronounced before hanging up and leaving the phone in the exact same place. You felt the mattress take some weight before he pressed his crotch against your core and allowed his upper body against your back, reaching to grab your wrists. Then he rocked his hips, making your whole body bounce, forward and backward as you kept your position against him. Your dripping cavity screaming to be filled by the hardness you felt against it. "You'll be a good girl and take the rest of the punishment, right, angel?" His hot breath against your ear as he whispered raised your whole body in goosebumps. 

"Yes, master." you replied, needy for what you thought would come after. Right then he moved away and you contained a complaining moan. The next spank was softer, as if he had lost his interest in the subject and the last two came quickly after, still, you knew your cheeks were red. 

He caressed them softly and let his hands slide down your thighs to where the panties were still stuck and patted you to step out of them, sliding them down to your ankles and then he walked around to get near your face. He showed them to you and you saw the dampness of it had turned the centre darker. He placed them on top of the headboard before walking back to the end of the bed again and then the silence was made. 

It felt like an eternity, in which you knew that turning back from the position he wanted you to be in, in full surrender, would mean another punishment. He suddenly pulled you by your feet and twisted you to get you on your back then hovered over you pinning his pelvis to yours as he leaned over your body. The shape of his member drawing over the fabric to your skin. 

With most of his body over yours he leaned on his elbows at the sides of your shoulders and looked at you in the eye.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Angel?” he questioned raising an eyebrow, his low husky tone making you scream internally. 

“Yes, please.” you said with a thread of voice. Your vocal cords felt soft under his influence, as if your muscles and nervous system were only up to feel him. He left a low growl before allowing his soft lips over yours, a slow kiss went on crescendo until his tongue darted through your lips and with it his hips plunged against yours, making your breath hitch with his wave.  

“Sing for me, Angel.” he whispered between kisses that slid down your chin and he buried his head on the croak of your neck, keeping the motion of his hips against yours. Your core was yearning for the presence rubbing against it over and over, until your moans turned into whimpers of need. A hand slid down in between your bodies and you heard him unbuckle a button before he pulled down his fly. 

The touch of his plump head against your sensitive folds, made you hold your breath and the way he bared his teeth against your throat as he pushed in, made you lose your mind. The man knew how to make himself unforgettable. How to make your body respond to his, the exact way he wanted it to. And as his hips kept on rolling against yours, caging his dick between your walls whilst picking up a pace, you could only mewl and feel him. No thoughts, just him and how your bodies connected. 

He knew exactly how to push your buttons and with ease, when he knew you were close to ecstasy, he pulled one of your thighs up to have a better hold and angling precisely he sped up, making you almost scream as the orgasm made your whole being set off fireworks. The release of it, making you giggle a little bit which he matched, still against your throat. 

In that position, you finally looked over to the teacher. He was leaning with his head against the glass and one forearm above his head, holding his weight, staring at the image in front of him. Both of you looked gorgeous like that. He thought he'd never be attracted to a couple but it was the both of you in that scenario that made his hardened dick twitch in his pants. 

The way you submitted to Yoongi, knowing you for someone with personality and character, fascinated him. And you looked beautifully tempted, with rose cheeks and lusty eyes. He loved the vision of your nakedness under Yoongi. How your bodies were still connected, even if he couldn't really see it. 

Yoongi looked gorgeous too with his new undercut and the orange dye that made his loose threads add to his feline gaze. His body was toned and it looked flexed in that position. He looked like a tiger over a submitting tigress. Beautiful. 

Your eyes went from delineating his beautiful features to his torso and straight up to the bulge in his sweatpants. 

Your eyes met Yoongi as he pulled out and you felt the cold air against your wet core and your moist body. He pumped himself a couple times, using your juices before he stood from the bed again. 

Then he pulled you by the ankles and made you turn once you reached the end of the bed. Without much of a warning he pushed himself back in again and pounded you gripping on your hips. 

From your position with your head tilted to the side over the mattress's covers as he pounded, you could see him tilt his head to look at the other man that was taking part of the action without being able to participate. The smirk on his face turned into a pleasure face, biting his lower lip, as he picked up a pace. 

He suddenly put a hand over your head and you felt him pull you by the hair. You followed his motion, raising your upper body to a standing position while his hips sped up as he kept his hold on you. Your vocal cords singing the tones he wanted to hear, your walls taking the friction to pull you to your next elevated state. 

Suddenly he stopped and you tried to look at him, only for him to tilt his head towards the teacher's direction. Jungkook was panting as he didn't miss a detail, but his free hand was now inside one of his pockets as he gripped himself up and down his length. Your walls clenched around Yoongi's cock in response and he smirked. 

Yoongi then freed you and pulled out, leaving you with bulged eyes staring at him as he made  his way to the window. Jungkook had stopped moving and was following him. Yoongi gave him a mocking smirk and pulled the curtains closed very calmly, taking his time to swing them from the two ends of the room. 

Jungkook's eyes bulged too and that was the last thing you saw him doing before Yoongi came back, only lit by the light coming from the window behind you that was a floor-to-ceiling window with opaque glass. 

He then put the hand that had previously been in your hair, over your throat and the other on your hip as he paced it back to speed, almost making your moans turn into screams. 

He covered your mouth in the exact moment your orgasm hit you and kept his rhythm through it, making tears drip down your cheeks and a throaty laughter reach his palm. 

A low growl escaped his throat the first time his pace stopped and he gave deep and slow thrusts as he emptied deep inside of you. He let out a longer growl at his last and then chuckled from pure satisfaction. 

When he pulled out, you felt his seed drip down to the sheets but you fell on your rear over them, not giving a damn. Not having strength to keep standing. 

A knock on the door interrupted the moment of bliss but you still answered with a good mood. 

"Who's there? I'm busy."

"I can tell. May I come in?" Jungkook asked on the other side. 

"The door is unlocked." you replied, suddenly realising the fact. 

He opened the door and entered, closing it and locking it behind himself. You initially thought his hair was wet from sweat but the clean black sweatpants and how ragged his breathing was even if he was remarkably good at keeping his composure, told you he had hit the shower quickly and rushed to you. Making you scream internally. 

His head fell backwards against the surface of the door as he took you both in under the dim light. 

"I want to join." he said, lowering an octave. 

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The Absurdly and Fantastically Contrived Ending of OreImo

Ok! This time I deviated a little of the list of reccomendations because I was made known about this anime, OreImo (short for Ore no Imōto ga Konna ni Kawaii Wake ga Nai, or traslated to "My Little Sister Can't Be This Cute") based on a manga with the same name.

The premise is this: a guy distanced from his sister until one day she trusts him her greatest secret: she's a hard-bone otaku with a special fondness for niche visual novels. So they begin to make amends with their strained siblinghood as she drags him into the world of otaku and meet all sorts of lovable characters in the way.

As someone absolutely unfamiliar with anime tropes, genres and such, I decided to give the lore a try given the luck I had had with CandyBoy in search of portrayals of consangs. And i must say... I got mixed feelings.

Having digested some tropes of anime and, it seems so, romantic animes per se, the lore itself was quite wholesome, the story appealing and overall, I found delightful the story treated itself with respect (congrats to the creators!). Ufff, and the music score! I'll always pray for well done music scores.

and theeeeen... the goddamn ending.

I mean, anyone having already watched the anime/read the manga knows the object of my frustration. And, again, I mean, I went to watch this without expectations, merely focused in the lore without any realizaton, so after all of this story building and lore, the logical conclusion was them to be together and the end... just to end with a Break Up Ex Machina?!

At first, I felt robbed. Sympathies with consangs aside, the Break Up Ex Machina is a plot tool a lot used when sibling romances happen in stories, something I've seen a lot (and hated) in soap operas, telenovelas and all sorts of literature. Now, here, where the main premise is romance, it was absolutely incoherent with the character development of the characters. Since the start their untold feelings have precedent on the story, and over and over again it is displayed how deeply they are and how these affect them.

Even within the light lore and the exagerated behavioral cues, the interpersonal relationships keep their weight as something serious, and are the keystone of the plot. So, after all the struggle and developement of their relationship, not merely in the romantic sense but as siblings as well, the rush of the break up ex machina felt like an inmense plothole.

So, insatisfied and left with a void within, I looked for some info about what the heck had happened (cheating average for anyone having dues about a plot) and it seems the ending was "changed" because of the time's restrictions and pushes with the editors of the original manga. But, that didn't match witht he story construction, the patch was too obvious, there was something I was missing. Some theorists implied it was a coverup ending, but I've always disdained drastic theorizations like that one. So I watched again and...

It kinda... matched?

Knowing the character development, how physical closeness is the ultimate point of approach between the characters, and how there is this plot point of Kirino (the girl) tending to self sabotage herself out of hopelessness and insecurity (as seen in the confession scene indeed) and Kyosuke's tendence to ground her back, the last scene and its dialogues make a lot more of sense about that last kiss being the hint that Kyosuke used that "bet wish" he had to imply he wanted to keep things going between them (and well, that frame of her being practicaly floating in joy is not mere aesthetical but implies she's agreeing with it).

Contrived beyond belief? Absolutely. However, one recognizes it was all the author had to work with (Another reason to point that the restraining of civil freedoms for this demographics affects creative works more than one expects), and the lore itself is solid enough for those who get it to get it. So that's what we got, a coverup happy ending!

I will count it as a portrayal. Not my favorite or the best, given all the lore tropes and the contrievance of the ending, but it has a special place still, and I'll remember it fondly maybe for another rewatch ^-^!

as our dearest and chaotic protagonic couple said:

"We'll take care of it!"