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Birthday Sex

I had someone message me and asked when there was going to be Hoseok smut! Here you go my darlings! Please enjoy!

God it was hot in this club.

You had come out with your friends Taehyung and Namjoon to your favorite club for your twenty first birthday.

It felt amazing to drink with your friends and dance with random strangers.

Would you have a killer headache the next day?

Absolutely.

Did you care?

Not one single bit.

A slower paced song came on, so you decided you wanted to go to the bar again and get another drink.

You sat down heavily on the stool and rested your elbows there waiting for the bartender to come over and ask for your order.

You felt someone sit down next to you.

Orange hair lit up in your eyes and it was attached to a very attractive male in leather pants and a loose white shirt that was open low enough that you could see his chest. You licked your lips and quickly turned your head away from the mysterious man before you completely flushed pink.

The bartender came over and gave you a small smile. Then you recognized him.

"Yoongi? Oh my god is that you!? I've missed you!"

The now black haired male smiled and reached across the bar to pat your wrist in a brotherly manner.

"It's good to see you Jagi. I've missed you as well."

Yoongi was your roommate for a while when you first moved to Seoul and you had nothing but fond memories of the man.

"I had no idea you worked here," you said, leaning in towards him, missing the familiarity of him.

"I like mixing drinks. And, I'm never awake during the day, so I might as well get a job that has hours during the night," he said, pouring a random drink into a glass and sending it down the bar to a women who looked like she needed to stop five drinks ago.

"Interesting. How long are you working tonight?"

Yoongi smirked at that and popped a bottle cap off a beer and set it in front of the gentleman to your side.

"Why? Trying to pick me up?"

You flushed and shook your head vigorously. "No, just trying to make conversation," you said, almost dying from embarrassment.

"Shame, I was looking for an excuse to get out of here," Yoongi muttered, setting a glass full of red liquid in front of you. You eyed it quizzically for a moment, then turned your attention to Yoongi.

"What's this?"

Yoongi smiled and topped it off with a cherry. "Happy Birthday Jagi, I've got to get back to work. Enjoy."

With a wink he was off and down the bar to take care of other customers. You fought the blush that was threatening to appear on your cheeks.

"Take it you two know each other?"

A sudden voice startled you and made you turn your head to the man with the orange hair. You bit your lip and nodded.

"He was my roommate when I first moved here to Seoul. He's a great guy," you said, smiling and sniffing the drink Yoongi had left in front of you.

"The drink is called 'Birthday Sex', very fruity but leaves a good burn in your throat if that's what you're looking for," he said, taking a swig of his beer.

You took a tentative sip and smiled at the flavors that went down your throat, leaving a burn in their wake that was oh so satisfying.

"___! Come on! A great song just came on and I want to dance with you!"

Jimin's cute voice rang through the air. You smiled and watched him approach.

"Not right now Jimminie, I'm drinking, but once I'm done I'm all yours," Jimin's eyes grew dark and he gave you a smile.

"Is that a promise?"

Your heart fluttered at the notion but you pushed his shoulder and he seemed to get the message. He was off into the crowd a moment later, getting lost in the lights and the music. You went back to your drink, sipping and contemplating what you would be doing the next day. After nursing your hang over of course.

"You look a little bored, something bothering you?"

The voice next to you spoke up again and you turned your head back to the orange haired man with leather pants.

"Not bored, just thinking about what the hell I'm going to do tomorrow," you said, drinking more.

"Why worry about that now? It's not tomorrow yet. Live in the moment and don't let the troubles of tomorrow worry you before the day is even here. Seems like a waste of energy to me. And a frown doesn't suit that pretty face of yours," he said, giving you a subtle wink.

That was a smooth fucking pick up line if that's what he was trying to do. You shifted in your seat and blushed, taking the rest of your drink down with one gulp.

"What's your name?" You asked, turning your stool to face him. The man smiled at this gesture and set his beer down on the bar.

"Jung Hoseok. And you're ____. Lovely name by the way," Hoseok said.

As odd as it was, the simplicity of his outfit was overwhelming. He looked so good. How could a human being look as good as him? Was that even physically possible? His body looked lean, but those leather pants left little to the imagination, much like the fabric of your dress that clung to you like a second skin that had every man in this club turning their heads. As well as a couple women.

"Thank you. What brings you to the club?"

Jung Hoseok looked at your and bit his lip.

"Do you want the honest answer?"

You looked around and nodded. If he was a murderer you could always run.

"Yeah. Honesty is the best policy," you murmured.

"I'm looking for someone to hook up with for the night," he said, picking his beer up and taking another swig of it. You nodded and shrugged at his answer. Honestly, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. You had also been eyeing a couple people in this club, wondering if any of them were going to be worth the trouble in the morning.

You weren't sure if that made you a bad person or not, but really, you couldn't find yourself being able to care.

"So are about another thirty people in this place. Nothing wrong with that," you said, plucking the cherry off the ice where it sat.

"You're outlook is refreshing. It's nice to have a girl be understanding instead of screaming and calling me a pervert," he said, setting his empty beer bottle down down on the counter.

"Wanting sex and being a pervert are two completely different things. You're human, we all have urges. And those girls probably got shitfaced and went home with someone they didn't know that night, so they're just hypocritical bitches."

Hoseok laughed at your statement and eyed his empty beer bottle with disinterest.

"The bartender said it is your birthday, that true?"

You nodded and gave a weak smile.

"I'm here with my friends for the night. They wanted to take me out, although I haven't seen much of them since I got here," you chuckled, knowing how much Namjoon loved to chicken wing dance all around the club. But you also thought about sweet Jimin who got drunk and started grinding with anyone with a pulse.

"Ah, I see. Would it be too forward of me to ask for a dance?"

You bit your lip and blushed a little before standing up.

"Not at all, I would love to dance," you said, giving him a smile. Hoseok returned your smile and offered you his hand. You took it and noticed how bit it was compared to yours.

Hoseok slowly lead you to the dance floor and grabbed your waist and pulled you close within an instant. You flushed at his proximity, but decided to go with it. The alcohol was beginning to take over and you knew that this man was feeling a similar way.

His hips swayed to the music and he coaxed you to go along with him as well. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and let the music and alcohol drug you. Nothing else matter right now but feeling his warm arms around you and the beauty of him was almost other worldly. You noticed his deep brown eyes looking over your form.

He looked hungry.

You looked hungry.

Why the hell were you two still in this god damned club was beyond you, but you were curious where the night was going to go. Hoseok grabbed your waist and spun you around in his arms so your butt was against his front.

"Grind on me," he said with a demanding tone. You complied quickly and began moving your hips in an alluring figure eight motion. You could feel him getting hard in his pants and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from the sensation. You leaned into his chest so you could feel him moving against you. A soft groan floated through the air between you and it was almost enough to make you shove him to the bathrooms to unceremoniously rip his pants down and have your way with him. Although you were a little more classy than that.

"I want you," you whispered from your position in front of him.

"Are you sure? I know I said I was looking for a hook up, but you seem like a nice girl. I don't want to take advantage of you," he responded while he began to slow down your pace.

You scoffed and grinded on him harder. "And you telling me to grind on you wasn't taking advantage? I'm in my right mind right now, and I'm saying I want you," you breathed, tangling your fingers in his hair. Hoseok seemed to mull this over in his head and spun you back around to look at you in the eyes.

"Tell me honestly, are you drunk?" he asked with concern tracing over his features. You sighed and shook your head.

"I'm buzzed, but I can walk in a straight line and head out to your car right now," you said, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"My car? Can't even wait to get back to my place?" he laughed, holding you with his strong arms. You shook your head and undid one more of the button on his shirt while biting your lips.

"I don't think I can wait another second," you uttered, staring at the damp skin of his chest.

Hoseok's eyes darkened with lust and you knew he was yours after that. He quickly took you over to the bar to pay his bill as well as yours and with that the two of you were off into the night.

The cold air seemed to take away the buzz you were feeling, but the fire in your stomach still wasn't quenched. You have never felt quite like this before.

You'd had hook ups, sure, but something about Hoseok felt different. He hadn't even tried to kiss you yet. Every move he made felt calculated and purposeful. He wasn't going to rush anything. He didn't feel the need to. You obviously wanted him and he had you now.

The two of you approached a nice looking car with tinted windows and a generous looking back seat that would definitely fit the both of you. Your heart began hammering in your chest as you felt your panties damped further. How could a man have so much of an effect on you already and he hadn't even done something yet! Was this creature even real?

"Can I kiss you?"

"Was that even a question?"

With that his lips met yours and the fire in your stomach turned into a wild fire that was burning through a forest that hadn't received rain in ten years. His touch made you feel weak yet powerful at the same time. Everything he did was so precise. His hands trailed down your body and settled at your hips.

You were pushed up against the car and his hands pinned you against the cold metal of the vehicle and your skin rose up in goosebumps. Hoseok was a forceful kisser that made you submit to everything he wanted.

Oh fuck, he was going to be dominant.

You could barely contain your excitement as his hands went to your breasts to kneed the soft flesh that was there. You moaned softly at the contact and reached out for his broad shoulders.

The kiss held all sorts of promises of the night that had yet to unfold and your heart raced when you heard the car unlock with a click of a button. Hoseok pulled you to his frame and opened the back seat of his car and let you go, watching you fall backwards onto the leather seats. Your outfit didn't leave much for him to think about as he followed you inside, hovering over you as the car door shut behind him. You watched him take in your body.

"You're so beautiful. It feels wrong to have you in my back seat like some drunken escapade... Are you sure you want to do this here?" he asked once more, giving you the chance to back out if you wanted.

"I can't wait anymore, so get that god damn shirt off," you growled, undoing the last buttons and staring at the flesh that was revealed to you. Hoseok smiled at your face as you took him in.

"I don't think we're going to be able to get all the way undressed in here, so I'm just going to go for easy access," he muttered, reached for your panties and pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the floor of the car. You flushed pink as he leaned down and attached his lips to your dripping core. You arched your back at the sudden action, but you soon relaxed into the familiar pleasure.

Hoseok took his time in pleasing you. Watching you come close to the edge and then forcing you to back away from it, teasing you like a doll on a string who wanted to badly to jump off the cliff into the awaiting pleasure that would follow. His tongue worked around your outer lips, but never seemed to reach the place you truly wanted it to go. Once more he licked a long strip up your slip, but avoided your clit at the last moment, keeping you from pleasure once more.

"God damn it, Hoseok! Quit teasing me, please I can't fucking take it," you whimpered, threading your fingers through his hair with desperate need. His eyes darkened even more at your plea and he removed his mouth from you entirely, making you almost cry at the loss. His lips were planted right on yours, making you taste the bitterness of your sex.

Once he was tired of your lips he moved to your ear and nibbled at it for a few moments before trailing his lips down to your collarbone. You licked your lips and continued to watch him tease small parts of your skin with his teeth and tongue. You gathered his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into the front seat of the car. Hoseok grabbing your dress and shoved it up to your waist so it wasn't in the way.

"I can't wait any longer, how about you baby? Do you need my cock inside of you?" he whispered right against the hallow of your throat. You moaned at his dirty words and nodded like a helpless child. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar foil packet and presented it to you. "Put it on me," he growled.

You scrambled to obey and took the packet from him with shaky hands. You put it in your mouth and held it there, careful not to puncture the foil with your teeth. Hoseok took your hands and placed them on his belt, urging you to move forward with the act. Quickly, you grabbed his belt and undid it, tossing it into the front seat as well. Next was the zipper, which was down in a moment. The button was of no issue for you either.

Soon you were reaching into his tight pants to pull out his large erection. It made your mouth water at the sight of it. You couldn't help but have a taste. It seemed only fair, seeing as how he went down on you. Without much more thought you lowered your mouth onto his already throbbing cock. Hoseok moaned and gathered your hair in a ponytail in his fist as you sucked him off. The lewd sounds of you with his cock in your mouth was causing your wetness to drip onto the leather seat of the car and you pinched your thighs together in an attempt to control yourself.

Hoseok smirked and yanked you off his dick with a tug at your ponytail.

"I appreciate the notion babe, but I really think that we both need to quit teasing now," he said, biting down on his lip and eyeing the condom that had fallen from your mouth when you began sucking on him. You grabbed it hastily and ripped it open, grabbing the rubber that was seated inside. You pinched the tip and rolled it onto him with slow, stroking motions. He groaned at that and bucked into your hands out of instinct.

Carefully, he lowered you back down onto the back seat and took your mouth in a kiss once more. You moaned at the soft contact of his lips on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. With a swift motion, he inserted a finger inside of you, to check to see if you were wet enough for him.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pulling away from your mouth with a soft 'pop' sound.

"I'm sure, please, fuck me," you moaned, grinding your core against his massive length. Apparently, he couldn't wait any longer after that, because the next thing you knew, he was inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion, feeling a slight sting from the stretch to accommodate him. Hoseok seemed to take notice of your pain, because he slowed down and began to place soft kisses on your face and right above the skin of your breasts.

Finally, you moved your hips against his as a signal to move. Hoseok didn't hesitate and began moving out of you to quickly reinsert himself into your tight heat.

"Oh fuck- Hoseok... That feels so good, keep going," you panted, raking your nails down his bare back. He groaned at the pain but continued to work himself inside of you. He felt so big, as if he was trying to tear you in half. But it felt too good to have him stop. Even if he was bigger than the other men you had had, he was way better than any of them by far. He knew how to work his hips in a pleasing manner.

It also helped that he was insanely attractive and charming.

"Jesus christ you're so fucking tight. How can you be this tight and not be a virgin? Where have you been? Oh shit, you're squeezing me so good baby. You're taking me so well," he encouraged, rubbing your hips in a soothing manner. The dirty talk was enough to make you quiver with pleasure, which caused your walls to tighten around him.

You watched as he shuddered from the pleasure he was experiencing and you found yourself unable to look away. You wanted him to look like that only for you. The thought was quickly shoved from your mind as he began to pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin was so hot and made you moan out his name in pleasure.

There was no doubt you'd have bruises on the insides of your thighs the next morning. Possibly even in the next few hours, but you couldn't care less. The feeling of him pounding into your pussy was too good to pass up.

"Do you like how hard I'm fucking you? Do you like it rough baby? Do you want me to make you cum?" Hoseok asked, pulling one of your legs up and over his shoulder to give him a better angle that reached deeper inside of you than you thought was possible. You wondered for a moment if he could reach your cervix at this angle, but dismissed it as the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm your senses.

"Hoseok! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! Keep going, don't stop! Holy shit right there baby, fuck me just like that!" you screamed, unable to keep yourself from screaming the vulgar language to your partner. Hoseok seemed to feel a similar way, because his pace became even faster and harder. So hard to the point your head was smacking against the door on the other side of the car. You managed to get yourself up on your elbows to avoid a concussion from his roughness.

"You look so pretty with my cock inside of you, are you going to cum around my big cock? Huh baby? Tell me how much you love me fucking you like this. Tell me how much you want to cum with my big dick inside of your pretty pussy, just like this," he growled, reaching out and grabbing your chin in a dominant manner.

"I love it so much, I love it when you fuck me so hard I'll have bruises. Please keep fucking me hard like the little slut I am, oh fuck! I want to cum with your dick inside of me, please keep going. I'm going to cum so hard, please please please. Oh fuck," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails so hard you could see blood coming from crescent shape divots in his skin. Although it seemed Hoseok was beyond caring at this point, because all he did was continue to fuck you harder and harder.

The coil in your stomach was tightening and you knew you were going to cum really soon. You reached up and connected your mouth to his in an attempt to keep you grounded while you were hurled over the edge to sheer bliss.

"Hoseok! I'm cumming, oh fuck! I'm cumming!" you screamed, unable to keep yourself silent. Your walls clamped down on his member. Pleasure flooded your veins and you went limp against his frame while he continued to fuck into at an alarming rate. Reaching his own high.

To help him over the edge you continued to clench your muscles around him, hoping to pull him to his own climax. His breath was hot on your skin and you cringed with oversensitivity, but you wouldn't stop until you knew he had finished as well.

Suddenly, you felt him tense and his hips stuttered in their movement. You knew he'd finished and your relaxed your muscles, basking in the after glow of your orgasm. Hoseok grabbing your chin and pulled your lips to his in an endearing kiss that seemed to last a little too long for just a hook up.

You winced when he pulled out of you and removed the condom from his softening length. He was quick to place the condom in a small bin that seemed to hold garbage for the vehicle. Then, he was back to you, pulling you to his chest in exhaustion.

"Shouldn't I get going?" you asked, wondering why he was holding you in such a manner.

Hoseok shrugged. "Only if you want to. That was incredible, and once I'm ready I'm down for another round. This time, in a bed, or a shower. Whichever you prefer really," he muttered against your skin. Your cheeks flushed.

"I thought this was just a hook up," you said with embarrassment laced in your tone.

"The night is young, and so are we. Have some fun before you die."

Maybe its the Full Moon?

To get your day done right, read a really story oriented smut that I wrote while on sleeping medicine! It’s actually pretty alright. Message me or reblog if you want more supernatural!AU for BTS! 

It was cold in the house.

You were always cold now-a-days.

Ever since Jimin left you were freezing, in your heart and in your body. There was no light and nothing to keep you warm.

No matter how many blankets you had, you still shivered, because none of them were him.

You watched the snow fall down from the sky in a beautifully horrible manner. It made you remember the boy who loved to run through the fields during the summer with you. As well as during the winter.

Park Jimin was your best friend since childhood. Since his parents passed away when he was young, yours had taken him in. Your parents were friends when they were younger as well and decided that Jimin would be treated like one of their own. Except that they always teased the two of you would get married in the future. Your mother would giggled and tease Jimin and say that he would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle one day. Being children you laughed at her and say no way, but as you grew, you noticed something very different about Jimin.

Especially once he hit puberty and turned into a massive wolf.

Yes, Park Jimin was a werewolf.

You remember his wolf form being beautiful and strong, and incredibly fast. Although it was hard for him to live in the small village of your birth. He always had to hide his abilities and try not to get angry in front of anyone.

Jimin was well tempered normally, but if anyone ever hurt you, then there was going to be hell to pay and you knew that well. You tried your best to always be kind to everyone so they would never find a reason to pick on you for fear of Jimin lunging at them, revealing the secret of his true identity.

You always thought of Jimin during the winter, because he was so warm. He'd always find a reason to sneak into your bed at night to keep you nice and toasty. He liked how cold you were because that made him feel a little less sweaty at night. Jimin would always steal your hands and place them on his forehead to make sure that his temperature would stay at a comfortable level.

The two of you used to make jokes about him being a God of Fire and you being a Goddess of Ice.

But eventually, as all young people do, Jimin started yearning for adventure.

"Maybe we could travel here one day, Jagi?"

He would say in the cutest voice ever. You'd always respond the same way.

"Maybe, Oppa."

One day, six boys showed up on your door step with Jimin in their midst. They introduced themselves as Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were werewolves as well. However they were a little different than normal werewolves. They were nomads. They moved from place to place to keep their identities safe as well as their heritage.

The boys were very kind and always made sure that Jimin came home safe and sound. It all worked swimmingly, Jimin got to hang out with members of his own kind and they earned another member of their pack, and you got to have Jimin home with you at the end of the day.

However, these happy days couldn't last. And you remember the day that it all ended...

-_-_-_-_-

It was raining again.

You knew Jimin would be out frolicking with his fellow pack mates while they fought and had their fun. You missed hanging out with the cute little boy that had filled your childhood with nothing but good memories. But you knew he was happy where he was, and you had to respect that he was a little different than you.

And by a little you meant a lot.

A few hours passed and you noticed the rain was only getting worse. You decided you were going to call him. Just as you pressed the call button, Jimin stumbled through the door stoic and soaked to the bone.

"Jimin-oppa!" you yelped, running over to him quickly. His face was dark and that worried you. What had happened? Was he alright?

"___-ah," he breathed, bringing you into his arms in a bone crushing hug. You gasped at his strength and tapped his arm, desperate for air. Jimin seemed to noticed because his death grip loosened, but his arms still remained firm around your body.

"What's going on? Why are you so late? Why do you look so sad?" you asked, sick with worry. Jimin huffed and pulled back from you, pulling his shirt over his head. It wasn't uncommon for him to take off various items of clothing, seeing as how he was always so warm.

"They asked me to go with them," he said, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket. Your heart stopped as you stared at the back of the boy that used to cling to you during thunderstorms. The boy who ran through fields of daisies with you until you both collapsed in giggles. The boy who would do anything to stay by your side.

"And what did you say?" you asked, walking into his room tentatively.

"I said no," you gasped and smacked him on the back roughly causing him to whip around and face you. "Aish! What the hell was that for?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and annoyance.

"Why the hell did you say no? Don't you understand what will happen to you if you stay here? Someone is going to find you at some point and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," you whispered, placing your hands on his face gently, caressing his cheeks with affection.

He grabbed your hands and put them at your sides. "I had to say no, I can't leave you here alone. Your parents would kill me. I have a duty to you first," he said with indignation. Your heart swelled and you brought him into your arms.

"Jimin-oppa, you know how dangerous it is for you when the full moon comes out. And I don't even want to think about what happens when you leave for that week during mating season. You mean so much to me, but you aren't safe if you stay here," you murmured into his warm skin.

"You're not safe if I leave you here alone," he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed and held onto him as if it was going to be the last time you ever did.

"I'll be fine, you know I will. I'll tell mom and dad what happened, they'll understand. Perhaps I can get one of my friends to stay here with me until I can move in with mom and dad, yeah? I'll stay safe. Don't you worry, everything will be alright. Please, go with them, live free like you should," you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

His grip became tighter around you but you didn't protest this time. You let him hold you as tightly as he could. You tried to memorize everything about him. The way his back sloped downwards in an attractive manner. The way his eyes twinkled with joy. The daisies of your youth.

Anything you could think of you tried to remember it and make it as solid in your memory as your name.

"Call them and tell them you changed your mind. Alright? Go with them, and promise me you'll be happy," you said, trying so desperately to keep the tears from falling.

You knew this day was going to come. But why did it have to be today? Why couldn't it be next week? Why couldn't it be next year?

Why did he have to leave at all?

You knew that he would be safer with his own kind, but it still killed you inside when you thought of waking up in a cold room on a winter morning. When you wouldn't have someone to bake for.

Finally the tears fell and Jimin could feel your body shaking with the emotion that you had been bottling up for the past weeks.

They had been dropping subtle hints to him about leaving, even when you were around. They weren't doing it to be malicious, but they knew just as you did that Jimin had to go with them. He would be infinitely safer on the move than stagnant.

"Don't cry Jagi, I'll come and visit you. Or we can meet up somewhere... Or I could stay here with you until we're old... We'll be so old together, doesn't that sound fun? You could whack me with your cane as you try to get around the house," Jimin said, thinking of a future that could never be.

"Call them," you said, pulling back from your embrace and wiping your tears away, covering them with a smile. "Call them or I will... You know you have to go, we both knew you would have to at some point. That's alright, oppa," you said, smiling despite the pain that was throbbing in your heart.

Jimin did as you asked and picked up the phone.

"Hyung? Yeah, it's me. You haven't left yet, right?"

The sound of his voice trailed off as he walked into his room and shut the door, leaving you out in the kitchen alone. You tried to find something to occupy your time with, but nothing seemed to stand out to you. All you wanted to do was cling to Jimin and beg him not to go, but you knew that in your heart this was the right thing to do. He would be happier off adventuring and doing things that he loves. Not stuck in a town where he has to be afraid to be himself.

"Jagi...? Are you still crying?" he asked, walking over and resting his hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and placed a hand on his forearm.

"When are you leaving?" you asked, wanting to know how long you had before he was ripped from your life.

"Namjoon-hyung said they would be over in a few minutes," Jimin trailed off, looking at the floor. Despair hung in the air like a wet cloth and you both felt weighted by the realization that you two would be living without one another for the first time in sixteen years.

"I see, you caught them just in time then. That's good," you whispered, trying so hard to keep yourself together, even though you were falling apart inside. Jimin had been your rock for so many years. Keeping you smiling during the hard times and making the good times even better.

The two of you went to the couch and simply hung onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Jimin's head peaked up and the two of you stared at each other. There was finality in the air as you approached the door.

You opened it to reveal the six boys you had grown to care for as well over the past months. You gestured for them to come inside and they did so, taking off their shoes politely at the door as usual. Jimin gave them all a hug as they celebrated their newest pack member. You watched from afar as the younger pack members jumped about and howled.

"We're sorry to take him from you like this, but you know what will happen if he stays," Jin, the oldest member of the pack said, approaching you with a sad smile on his face. You nodded and kept your eyes trained on Jimin, trying to memorize every piece of him.

"I understand that he has to go with you, but it still feels like I'm loosing a member of my family as well... Because we've grown up together, he means so much to me... But he'll be happier with you all, I know he will," you whispered, fighting the burning sensation in your eyes. Jin wrapped his arms around you in a firm hug that gave you a sort of comfort that you knew Jimin wouldn't be able to give you.

"I will do everything I can to keep him safe and bring him back to you once more, I promise I will do everything in my power to bring him home again," he whispered in your ear. You let out a choked sob into his shoulder and hung onto him like a life line.

"Please keep him safe. Please, please keep him safe. Whatever you do, keep Jimin safe from harm," you begged into Jin's shoulder. He rubbed your back and pulled you away to wipe your eyes.

"Come on everyone, night is going to be over soon and we need to get going before the hunters head out for their early escapades," he said with a demanding voice. You knew Jin wasn't a very tough personality, but he was the oldest and the whole pack respected their hyung.

The boys began to head for you, hugging you one by one and whispering apologies and promises into your ear before heading for their shoes. Jimin approached you and picked you up and held onto you tightly. The other pack members looked at the two of you with remorse and guilt. Knowing they were tearing up another pack of its own. The two of you were closer than anything and the thought of him leaving you was enough to kill you. But you had to be strong for Jimin, you couldn't be weak after he left. You had to keep living.

"Jimin-oppa... I'm going to miss you," you whispered against his neck. Jimin rubbed your back and nodded.

"I'm going to miss you too, please, stay safe," he breathed, keeping his arms locked around you.

The two of you wouldn't even be able to contact each other. They were going to places where phones weren't going to be good and if they did rival packs could trace them back to you. And that would be dangerous for you.

"I'll stay safe for you, and when you come home, I'll have your favorite meal waiting hot on the table, along with mom and dad smiling too. So you go and be happy, I'll see you soon," you whimpered, feeling the floodgates open and sobs wrack your body. Jimin seemed to react in a similar way because you felt tears on your shoulder. He had always been emotional since he was a child, and you were glad that was a trait that had stuck with him to adulthood.

You sneaked a look up at the fellow young men that were standing in your doorway. They all have guilt etched across their faces, knowing that your heart was breaking. Jimin sniffled and continued to hang onto you.

"I look forward to it, stay safe Jagi, be good." With that, he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead before grabbing his shoes and walking out of the door, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen while the rain poured down outside.

-_-_-_-_-

You fought the tears that had fallen far too many times at that memory. It had been three years since that night and you knew Jimin was probably happier now than he's ever been.

The day was calling and you set your feet on the ground before dragging yourself out of bed. You were a nurse now and you finally had a day off. You'd been on call for the past week and you found it easier to just stay at the hospital instead of making the hour drive home. A couple friends that you had made at the hospital offer you a couch or a bed during those times, to make sure that you would at least be comfortable.

However, nothing quite felt like your bed at home. And nothing felt like your bed unless Jimin was sharing it with you.

You always thought of Jimin whenever winter arrived, and now was no different. You saw his smile in the sun that rose over the white landscape. You saw his dark eyes in your morning coffee.

The memories hurt, but they were better than feeling nothing at all, which is how you felt a majority of the time. You liked your work, because helping people was a useful skill at least, and if you got hurt at home you knew how to fix it. You had been studying to be a surgical tech for the past nine months and clinicals were coming up so you had to hit the books extra hard for the time being.

Your parents knew you were struggling without Jimin with you, but they never showed up for a visit or anything of the like. Jimin had reached out to you twice in the past years, and once was a post card from Japan, and the other was a voicemail on your cell phone.

You remember every word he said to this very second.

"Hello Jagi! It's been too long since I've heard your voice. I miss you a lot. I'm safe, and I'm doing well! Please, don't be sad! I'll see you sooner than you think! Bye!"

You still had it on your phone and it was from a year ago. You didn't get a new phone purely because you knew that you would loose that voicemail from so long ago. But his voice was so sweet and pure that you could cry.

However, time for reminiscing was over. It was time to study.

You grabbed your books and continued on the chapter you had been working on for a few days, and the hours began to tick by.

Before you knew it, night had fallen and it was dark in your home.

You left the book open on the table and crawled back to bed.

It was still cold.

Because Jimin wasn't there to share it with you.

-_-_-_-_-

It was almost two o'clock in the morning and you were awoken by furious banging at your front door. It could be one of your friends from the hospital coming to get you for a late night at work. So you gathered your things and went to answer the door in your silky pajamas.

"Yes, what is it-Taehyung! What are you doing here?" you squeaked, seeing the man who now had much lighter brown hair then the last time you'd seen him and more scars on his hands. He looked older. Tired.

"____. It's Jimin, we need your help," he breathed, looking distressed. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his tone but you remained as composed as you could.

"What's wrong? Where is he? And were are the others?" you asked, looking past him.

"They're trying to get Jimin out of the car safely. We couldn't carry him all the way without making his injuries even worse."

Injuries?

Making them worse?

"Taehyung you tell me right now what happened," you growled, grabbing him by the jacket collar. He gripped your hands and pried them off before looking behind him.

"Hyungs!" you looked where his eyesight was directed and you almost threw up at the sight.

Jimin was covered in blood and bruises. His hyungs were carefully carrying him up the driveway and towards the house. You fought the urge to scream, instead, your nursing instinct kicked in.

"Taehyung, can you drive?" you asked, running to get a note pad.

"Yeah I can why?" he asked, following you to the kitchen.

"I need these items, go to this store, they should still be open. It's an emergency pharmacy that's open at all hours," you said, handing him your wallet.

"___-ah! What are you doing?" Taehyung questioned while you pushed him towards the door.

"Hurry up, now! Go! I don't have everything I need here, so get your ass in gear and go!" you yelled, pushing him out the door and running to the bedroom to make preparations for Jimin. You grabbed towels and a bowl of warm water, placing hydrogen peroxide in the steel bowl and leaving a wash cloth in there to soak. You also went and grabbed all of the bandages you could find. You set the towels down on the bed in a hastened manner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer.

"___-ah! Where is Taehyung going?" You heard Namjoon's voice from the doorway.

"I need him to get me some medical supplies! Bring him in here," you shouted, grabbing more bandages and scissors to cut his clothing with. You also found another bottle of hydrogen peroxide that you knew you were going to need. The familiar coppery scent of blood wafted through the room and you felt sick, but not because of the smell, because of who it belonged to.

"Jin-hyung, close the door behind you," Hoseok said before helping Jungkook and Namjoon rest Jimin on the bed. Jimin was unconscious and bleeding really badly. You noticed that his hair was blonde now and it was almost the color of his coat when he was in his wolf state.

"Jimin-oppa," you breathed, reaching out for the man whom you hadn't seen in years. His hair was blonde, similar to what is was in his wolf form and he looked stronger, a lot more lean as well. The years had aged him. Just as they had done to you.

"Is there anything you can do for him?" Namjoon asked, giving you a serious look.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out where to start. "What happened to him? What are you all doing back here? I need answers to give him proper treatment," you stated, grabbing the bowl with water and hydrogen peroxide in it. You dabbed it on the smaller wounds and watched it fizz, disinfecting the area afflicted.

"We were coming back to visit you, as a surprise for your birthday coming up. Jimin practically demanded we come back since we were in the area already. But, what we didn't know what that there was a rival pack that had been hunting us down and doing surveillance. I guess one of them caught wind of you, and how you and Jimin had grown up together. Making him a 'tame' wolf. That's what they call wolves who weren't raised by werewolf families or a pack... They mentioned hunting you down and devouring you, or forcing you to be their mate... Not that we would ever let that happen. Jimin snapped and lunged for the leader. Seeing as how he's not an alpha wolf yet, it was a brutal fight," Jin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking out of the window.

"Those assholes," you murmured, continuing to dab the wounds with a tenderness only you could possess for the young man.

"They also cheated, more than one attacked Jimin-hyung at once. Without giving fair warning. No snarls or growls. It was a cheap shot," Jungkook growled before resting his head on the bed beside Jimin and then he seemed to whimper like a pup who was scared. You reached over and placed your hand on his head to try an ease his worry. Jungkook leaned into your touch and rested his head on your knee, giving you ample room to work on Jimin's wounds.

You looked for the fabric scissors and saw them on the table. "Yoongi-oppa, can you hand me those scissors? I need to cut his shirt and pants off," you said, looking back down at his body with worry.

Yoongi was quick to comply and handed you the cold metal tool in an instant. You nodded your thanks and began cutting his shirt off in delicate strips.

The blood was thick and congealing in globs, trying to clot itself to save Jimin's life, but all was proving futile. The wounds were severe and you weren't sure if you had the expertise to help Jimin properly. But you knew you were his only chance at survival at this point. You couldn't take him to a hospital. These kinds of injuries would surely cause suspicious and Jimin's temperature would be more of a concern as well.

Except now, Jimin's temperature was dropping, and fast. This concerned your more than anything. He was a wolf, so he was going to be much warmer than any human. A temperature of ninety-eight point six would prove to be detrimental to a werewolf. Their normal body temperature rests around one hundred and eight to one hundred and fifteen depending on age.

"His temperature is dropping quickly. We need something to warm him up once he's clean," you mumbled, trying to think of something to help him. An idea popped into your head, "Hoseok-Oppa, there's a heating blanket in the front closet by the door. Go out there and get if for me please. Jungkook see if Taehyung has gotten to the pharmacy yet," you ordered, quickly getting back to Jimin's condition.

The youngest member of the pack was quick to obey your order and ran out of the room towards the front door, his elder following him at a fast pace. Finally, Jimin's shirt was off and you could see the damage here. You gasped at the deep claw marks that marred his skin and you could feel the familiar burning of tears flooding your eyes.

"Don't. Just try and see if you can fix him before you already give up," Yoongi said, staring at you with a hard glare. You sniffled and wiped your eyes and grabbed the wash cloth and began wiping away the blood. Namjoon even came over and began to help you, grabbing a separate wash cloth and dabbing at the wounds towards his shoulders and neck area.

The work went faster with two people putting effort towards the result, so you decided to put your oppa's to work.

"Yoongi-oppa, whenever you notice the bowl getting too red, can you take it from us and clean it out and bring back a new bowl of water with hydrogen peroxide it in? That would be extremely helpful," you asked, giving him a pleading look. Yoongi nodded in a lethargic way, but you knew he would do what you asked if it meant helping one of his pack members. "Jin-oppa, can you take these scissors and carefully start removing Jimin-oppa's pants. Be careful that you don't actually cut his skin," you said, holding out the bloodied scissors to the oldest pack member. Jin nodded and took the scissors without a second glance, getting to work immediately.

Soon, everyone was doing some form of work. Namjoon and you were cleaning Jimin's wounds as fast as you could. Jungkook was searching your drawers for some of Jimin's old clothes, praying that they would still fit after three years of time passing. Taehyung called and said he got double of everything, maybe three if you wrote it in bold. He also said that he paid, because it wasn't your fault that Jimin was in this state. It was there's for not controlling their underling. Yoongi was very attentive, taking the bowl away and replacing it with fresh water and peroxide when he saw fit. Jin was almost done with Jimin's pants, leaving the wounds untouched. You gave a quick thought about him being a nurse as well, with how efficient he was in doing the task you had asked of him.

Jungkook came in with some sweatpants and new boxers that you had kept in a drawer in your room incase you ever found a need for them. He set them on the side table. Hoseok followed him in with the heated blanket you asked from him. You smiled and told Jungkook to come help Yoongi, preparing a new bowl before you had need of it would be the most efficient way to clean. So then you wouldn't have to wait for Yoongi to clean and fill the previous bowl. So the men had a sort of assembly line going. Yoongi would take the dirty bowl and hand you the new clean one while Jungkook worked on the cleaning and refilling of the next bowl. Normally by the time Jungkook was done cleaning and refilling you were ready for the next bowl anyways.

Hoseok was still waiting on Taehyung, saying that he was still in the store.

You and Namjoon worked down Jimin's body, cleaning and inspecting his wounds. His upper torso had three deep gash wounds that you knew would need stitches. His shoulder was dislocated and you were fairly certain that he had a few broken ribs. You hadn't even had a chance to look at his legs yet. All the while, Jimin's temperature kept dropping.

"He feels really cold. He's starting to feel more like noona," Jungkook said, placing his hand on Jimin's forehead. Your head snapped up and you ran for the kitchen quickly. You grabbed a hot water bottle that you had kept there for period reasons and filled it up with steaming hot water. After it was full you darted back into the room and placed the water bottle underneath Jimin's neck, hoping that it wouldn't shock his system, but keep him warm enough to hold out until you could get him under the blanket.

Finally you and Namjoon reached his legs and began the cleaning process all over again. Taehyung had arrived not soon after with all you had asked for. He even grabbed some sheets that were on sale.

Nice snag.

The two of you who were cleaning worked fast and evaluated the situation. Jimin had bad bruising on his lower left calf, possibly a severe strain. The guys assured you that it wouldn't take long for that to heal, but rather focus on the more prominent injuries. He had a bad gash on his right thigh, but other than that, his legs were mainly just dirty and bruised. You and Namjoon cleaned away, making sure that no inch of him was left bloodied and dirt covered. Taehyung and Yoongi were working on setting up a table for you that had all of the equipment that you required, while Hoseok cleaned all of your equipment. You were hoping to get your surgical technician license early next year and that gave you the confidence you needed to continue. That and you knew that without your help, Jimin would likely be dead.

Taehyung and Jin worked together to flip Jimin onto his good side, careful as to not disturb any of the deeper wounds on his chest and his dislocated shoulder. You stared at his back. It was broad and muscled. If it wasn't covered with blood and dirty you were certain you would be drooling. However, there was a deep cut in his lower back causing you great concern. Namjoon and you both cleaned it delicately as you had the rest of his battered form. You watched in remorse as the wound kept bleeding profusely.

You had to stitch it up and you had to do it now.

Without much more thought you jumped up and ran to the sink and washed off your hands, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto your skin to sterilize it the best you could. After that you snatched some latex gloves from a box under your skin in the bathroom and threw those on, making sure you didn't touch anything before you got to Jimin's body. Taehyung was already waiting with the curved needle and thread, handing you your needle driver's that you had been using for practice. Yoongi had filled a surgical syringe with hydrogen peroxide and water, hopefully creating a make shit flush. You had to work fast.

"Jungkook and Taehyung, hold Jimin on his side and keep him there. If he wakes up during this process then you'll need to keep him still as you can. Make sure to avoid his major injuries," you ordered. The young pack members were quick to listen and did as you instructed. "Namjoon-oppa, grab a flashlight for me as well as a mask." Namjoon left the room to grab what you had requested. "Yoongi-oppa, be ready to flush out the wound when I say so," Yoongi nodded and went to grab a bowl to mix enough of the solution in so he didn't have to run to the sink constantly during the procedure. Namjoon came back and placed the mask on your face so you didn't have to touch anything. After placing the mask on you, he turned the flashlight on and aimed it directly at Jimin's wound. "Hoseok-oppa, be ready to grab bandages for me once I'm done suturing his wound. Jin-oppa, would you assist me?" you asked, looking to the oldest member. Jin nodded and stalked to the bathroom to clean his hands as well.

Everyone was in position, now you just had to get this right. The depth of the stitches and how many you put in were very important. You assessed the damage and decided the best way to approach the injury. You had the would parallel to you and you told Yoongi to flush it. He did so and the wound was patted dry by Jin. Finally, you were ready to begin. You reached forward punctured the skin, working the thread through the skin and then tying the knot. You did this repeatedly, asking for patting and flushing throughout the procedure.

Soon, you were looking at a closed wound. Yoongi flushed it once more before Jin patted it dry and Hoseok came forward to apply bandages to it. The most serious injury was dealt with and now you could continue your work on the rest of his body.

All of you stayed up until around mid afternoon, working desperately to clean and sterilize all of Jimin's wounds and reset his shoulder. Also helping with his ribs.

Everyone was asleep and you were finishing up cleaning Jimin's face. He had a small cut on his lip that you cleaned and there was also a cut on his eyebrow that you were tending to. His temperature was at a stable level for now and you all could finally take a breather. The boys had tried to convince you to sleep, but you knew it would all be a fruitless effort. It was the first time you were seeing Jimin in a very long time and you wanted to see how these years had effected him. You saw scars that weren't there when he left and his whole body seemed foreign to you. Something inside of you, though, recognized him. It was your little Mochi Jimin that had ran through fields of flowers with you all throughout your childhood.

Although now he looked much different from when the two of you were younger. His face was much more chiseled. Dare you say he looked even better than when he left...?

You ran your fingers through his hair and noticed that it was super soft... There was no way he could've dyed it this color without some sort of damage... Did it change color as he got older? How the hell did that work? You noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook's hair had changed as well. Taehyung's also.

There was a knock at the door that startled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you said, wondering who wanted your attention right now. Yoongi walked through the door and shut it behind him. You swallowed hard and bit your lip, trying not to get nervous around your elder.

He walked slowly towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you and grabbing your free hand. You were shocked by the display. It was one of sheer submission and the thought of the second oldest member of the pack bowing his head to you was something out of a story book.

"Thank you for saving, Jimin-ah. We took him from you three years ago and you never argued. You didn't complain. You accepted that he had to come with us and you let him go. Thank you for fixing our mistake. We are all gravely sorry that we broke our promise to you to keep him safe. We all promised that he wouldn't get hurt and we brought him to your door step half dead and you simply helped up. We can't ever than you enough," he said, pressing your hand to his forehead.

You took your hand from his and placed it on his head in a soothing manner, combing your fingers through his hair much like you had to Jimin when he was younger and having a fit. Yoongi instantly relaxed and became appeased at the motions.

"Of course I will help you, any of you. If you ever need me, I'll be here to help you through whatever I can. If Jimin trusts you, then I trust you. If Jimin loves you, I love you. You'll always have a home here with me. All of you. You can stop listening through the door now," you teased, lifting your head and watching the door creak open to reveal two teary eyed men and three crying children.

Hoseok surged forward and took you in his arms, careful not to hit Jimin or Yoongi.

"Oh, ___-ah! We care for you as well! You're one of our most treasured friends!" he said, sniffling with tears running down his face. Jungkook and Taehyung followed suit right after, grabbing a free part of your body and hung onto it, crying and sniffling like little boys. Their older hyungs came forward and kneeled similar to Yoongi and showed you their appreciation. You smiled at their devotion to you and their love for their fellow pack member. You fought back tears and gave them each a long hug.

"Thank you for doing all you can for him, we know it was hard for you to see him like that," Namjoon said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded in acknowledgment and gave him a smile, easing the tension in the room.

Hoseok offered to help you give Jimin a bath, seeing as how there was no way in hell you were doing it alone. The two of you carefully brought two large bowls of water and sponged him clean. You leaving for a small portion while Hoseok cleaned his, uh, other parts. After that you were free to wash him your self. It was just his hair that you needed to do and you could tell that Hoseok needed to rest some more.

You sat there with Jimin's head hover in your lap delicately, placed strategically over a bowl of warm water to wash with. You worked hard to get all of the dirt and leaves out of his now blonde hair, hoping that the blood that was stuck to it wouldn't have stained it. You really enjoyed this new color on him. Thankfully it all washed out and his hair was left nice and clean for him. You carefully towel dried it, making sure that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him when he woke up.

A yawn shook your body and you knew that you needed to get some sleep. You'd been up for almost twelve hours and you were running on maybe two hours of restless sleep prior to that. You set Jimin up in bed to as where he wouldn't hurt his shoulder that was in a sling, thankfully there from where you hurt your forearm a few months back. You checked his head and he was warm to you, which was a good thing. The boys would come check him soon enough and before you knew it, you were falling into a peaceful sleep on the bed next to Jimin.

You slept better than you had in years.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a week, and Jimin hadn't woken up.

Fear gripped everyone's hearts, and no one could determine why he wasn't waking up. You had set up a nutrient drip for him that would keep him alive for the time being, and you checked his vitals frequently throughout the day.

All of the boys got a lesson in emergency medicine if you had to go out for something and Jimin's condition took a sudden turn.

If worst came to worst, they were to call an ambulance for their friend.

It was only if there was no chance of survival.

You prayed that you would never have to call those dreaded numbers, and so far you hadn't had to do any of that.

Jimin's temperature was fine and his wounds were healing up nicely due to his accelerated healing as a werewolf. You even took out some of the smaller sutures earlier in the day. You were fairly certain that most of the smaller wounds weren't going to scar, but his larger ones were more likely to leave a mark.

The boys were impatient. They weren't used to staying in one place for so long like you and Jimin were. You were surprised they lived here for a few months by the way they were acting now.

Would this be how Jimin acted when he woke up? Would he be more interested in the outside world than what's inside your tiny house? The thought left a sour taste in your mouth and you decided that you should go check on Jimin once again.

Right before you laid your hand on the door, an arm reached our and snatched your wrist in a tight grip. You looked back and noticed that it was Taehyung. You eyed him curiously and tried to get your wrist back. He had a very stern look on his face, something that was unusual for the younger male. Even though he was only younger than you by a month.

"Taehyung, what's going on...?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"Have you eaten yet today?" he grilled, looking at your form. You sighed and shook your head.

What was the point in eating if you were going to have to drop it in a moments notice to go save someone's lives?

No wonder nurses are either skinner or overweight. You either eat it all at once or you didn't eat at all...

Taehyung seemed to be frustrated as he led you to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and grabbed an orange and peeled it, shoving the pieces into your mouth and waiting for you to chew and swallow before handing you another piece. After that he force fed you a granola bar, then making you drink an entire bottle of water.

The other boys giggled at how he was treating you, but they knew what he was doing was necessary. You weren't taking caring of yourself. Instead you were focused on keeping everyone else healthy and happy. Although, no one can be cared for if you pass out from malnutrition.

You smiled at Tae and patted his head, pinching his cheek in an endearing way, hoping that you would see that goofy smile that fit his face much better than the broodish look he was wearing now. Just like clock work Tae's face lit up and he giggled a little, booping your nose in response. The mood was lighter and you all felt a little bit better.

After eating something you seemed to get a little brighter yourself and you walked in to check Jimin's vitals.

Pulse?

Normal.

Temperature?

Warm, to you.

Bandages?

Clean, just changed them.

Hair?

Clean, washed it yesterday.

Blood pressure?

Little low, but he's been laying down for an extended period of time so it makes sense.

Everything checked out. He was still fine. You sighed and sat down beside him, running your fingers in his hair. It had become a comfort for you, feeling his presences and being able to touch him again. If you slept at all, you slept in here with him. No one challenged you on it, and no one tried to stop you.

Later on that night, the boys had been out checking the perimeter.

Hoseok went out twenty miles with Jin and Taehyung.

Namjoon went out ten miles with Jungkook and Yoongi. They hadn't returned yet, but you knew they would. Getting out of the house was good for those hooligans. Being cooped up all day made them get anxious, and you could tell. The boys felt like sitting ducks in this house. There was no where to hide, no good leverage point and worst of wall, their comatose pack member was helpless in the bed and there was no way they were going to leave him behind. So getting out and checking everything made them feel a little safer. You as well. There wasn't a chance in hell you would survive a werewolf attack and everyone knew that. Jimin was in no condition to do anything. It would be six against however many decided they wanted to fight, and those odds weren't good ones.

Soon you heard the boys coming home. The howls were distinct and short, letting you know it was really them coming and not another pack. You walked into the kitchen to check on dinner and it was done. You set out the plates and made sure that everything was set up so they could eat. They were always hungry when they transformed out of wolf form, so you made sure there was a hearty meal set out.

The door opened an all hell broke loose.

Jungkook was bleeding.

Namjoon barely had his pants on.

Taehyung was hyperventilating.

Yoongi was deathly quiet.

Hoseok was crying.

Jin looked pissed off.

You immediately went to Jungkook to find it was just a superficial cut that was bleeding a lot. Must've cut a big vein or something along those lines. It was already healing so you simply cleaned the cut best you could and let the process go naturally.

Next you calmed Taehyung down, rubbing his back and telling him to take deep breaths in and out, telling Namjoon to show him how to breathe while you comforted Hoseok. The older man shook like a leaf in your embrace and you wondered what the hell happened. You took Yoongi's hand for a moment while still holding Hoseok and gave him a questioning look. He simply squeezed your hand and looked at the floor gravely.

Jin turned to you and bit his lip, trying to figure out what to say.

"Just tell me what I need to do," you said, trying to make it easier.

The oldest member looked at you and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, "You need to get the fuck out of here, and fast."

Your heart stopped.

What?

Leave?

"You know I can't do that, Jimin still needs me, the wound on his back still hasn't fully healed. He also isn't off his IV drip yet," you said defensively, letting Hoseok go.

"There's going to be a bloodbath here, and we can't do shit to stop it. We need to pack up our shit and leave. Grab Jimin and put him in the back of a car or van and take him with us. But we can't stay here, we'll all die if we do," Yoongi said, pulling you to face him.

Namjoon stepped forward. "The pack that tried to kill Jimin. They figured out where we went and they confronted us when we regrouped to head back here. One of their youngest members attacked Jungkook which started a standoff. They said we had till tomorrow to get the fuck out of here or we were all dead. Starting with you," he said, throwing his shirt on.

You swallowed hard and thought about the situation you were in. You all had to get out before tomorrow, or you were dead.

"Alright. You guys want to eat dinner before it gets cold?" you asked, walking over and starting to set the table. They all eyed you curiously.

"We just told you we're fucking dead if we don't get out of here and you want us to eat? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Taehyung screamed, trying to keep himself under control.

You gave them all a sad smile. "You all have to get out. Take Jimin with you and take care of him. I'll stay here, hopefully that will keep them here so you guys can get a head start," you stated, already plating some of the food.

Jin came by and ripped the plate from your hand, throwing it onto the ground, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the counter.

"Are you being stupid? You're not staying here. You're good as dead if we leave you and Jimin will never forgive us for that," he growled. Yoongi and Hoseok were quick to come to your aid, pulling Jin off of you. Jin huffed and tried to calm down himself.

Everyone was looking like they were ready to fight you on this matter. You could either back down and go with them, or fight them and keep them safe.

You didn't wait three years to give up.

"I won't go with you, I refuse. If you do anything else it's kidnapping. If you try to take me with you I'll find a drug store, find pills and jump in a bathtub. Don't test me on this. I'll die either way," you said, starting to clean up the broken plate. Hoseok ushered you away from the sharp shrapnel and started cleaning it up himself.

Jungkook looked at you with a torn expression. "There's really nothing we can do is there? You won't come with us?" he asked, sounding like he was about to burst into tears.

You shook your head and walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"You're such a good boy, Jungkook-ah. Continue to be good. You'll be a strong pack leader one day, remember that," you whispered, soothing the shaking boy.

"Don't say goodbye, goodbyes are permanent," Yoongi said, giving you a side glance. All of the pack members except the eldest came over and put their arms around you, hoping for an answer. Hoping that someone would think of a miracle to get you all out of this nightmare alive.

Jin stood up and whirled around, looking at everyone with a firm stare.

The room went dead silent.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with your breath.

"We're going to stay with ____-ah, and we're going to fight," he said with a firm tone.

Yoongi was the first to speak.

"You heard them, how the hell are we going to fight off eight of them when there are six of us? They're all older as well. They have much more experience fighting than any of us do," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Jin stared at him and then at you.

"Don't give up before you've even tried. We can do it if we stick together and work together. There's nothing we can't do if we work together. If we're going to die, we're going to do it together. Together, or not at all."

Everyone took the weight of their leader's words.

Maybe it wasn't impossible.

Maybe you could do it.

If you did it together... Who was to say you couldn't do it?

-_-_-_-_-_-

The sun rose, and all of you were waiting.

No one dared to breath and no one could barely blink.

Everyone was in position.

Jin and Jungkook were stationed outside of the house. They were the most strategic fighters and they were the strongest out of everyone.

Namjoon and Yoongi were waiting throughout the house with different plans.

If anyone got close to the cellar, which is where you were hiding with Jimin, Yoongi would do his best to fight them off. He was a very different kind of fighter. No one really knew his exact style and that threw a lot of people off their game. He was their wild card and it was a good place to put him. Namjoon was towards the front, back up if Jin and Jungkook needed him or if Yoongi needed him.

Hoseok and Taehyung were setting up different traps around the house. Gasses and bear traps would be enough to slow them down and make them weak when they got to the house, but they knew it wouldn't stop them. They would be look outs and join up with whoever needed them when they needed it.

You sat quietly in the dark cellar with Jimin by your side. His stitches were out and he was more or less recovered... But he still hadn't woken up or done anything of the like. You were sick with worry, but you had to stay strong for everyone else, because they were just as scared as you were. There was a gun strapped to your thigh. If all else failed you were to aim and shoot. Don't have any regard for the life, protect your own, is was Namjoon advised to you. You weren't certain you could take a life, regardless if they were trying to end your own. But you could do anything to save Jimin.

He meant everything to you.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach. It wasn't nerves or anything like that. It was more of a dread. Like you wanted to say something that you knew you couldn't, or like it would never be heard.

Wanting to tell someone something, and never being able to tell them.

It was the situation that you were put in that was making you feel this way...

Jimin...

The more you thought about your memories, the more and more your heart began to fill with this dread.

All of the times he had crawled in your bed to keep you warm at night. All of the times that you had made him ramen, even though he complained that it swelled up his face. When you saw him transform for the first time and you had never been so scared, but so secure at the same time. Jimin was your life. He was your childhood and you wanted him to be your future...

Why did you have to make these realizations now!? At the worst fucking time! When you were literally staring death in the face and saying, "What's up?"

You loved this big wolf! You loved him more than you needed to breathe. It all made sense. Why you felt so cold whenever he wasn't near you. It was because he brought warmth and light into your life, ever since you were young, and when it was suddenly gone, you didn't know how to be warm.

You started to think about his undeniably good looks and how many times you'd gotten yourself off to the thought of him sneaking into your bed one night and having his way with you. It was a popular fantasy in your teenage years...

Suddenly, a loud growl ripped through the air. The hair on the back on your neck stood straight up and you knew that the rival pack had arrived. Yips and growls hovered through the house, and you wrapped Jimin up in your arms and held his head close to your chest, praying for a miracle to save you all.

Then, it all got quiet.

There was no sound.

You could hear a pin drop if you had the courage to move or blink.

A low growl hung in the air, and you recognized it as Jin. It was a defensive move, giving a warning.

The last chance for either party to turn back.

There was a shuffle of paws and then all hell broke loose, for the second time in the last twelve hours. Growls and snarls pierced the air and you heard whining from wolves getting attacked.

Your boys were out numbered, and you knew that. But you hoped that there was a way that the traps had evened the odds a little bit.

The floor near you still hadn't made any motions. Yoongi was in wolf form, but other than that, he had remained still. You wondered if all of the others were fighting and he was standing guard. Or if they hadn't gotten in the house yet.

If they hadn't then there was a positive outlook on this battle. If they had, well, they there still was hope...

You heard a heavy thud and you knew a wolf was down. You didn't know who it was, but the snarling and growling only seemed to be getting louder and louder. It was getting closer.

Yoongi moved above you and you realized he was getting into a fighting stance, ready to defend you and Jimin. You slammed your hand over your mouth in and attempt to keep yourself from crying out.

Your eyes wandered to Jimin's beautiful pale hair that was the only thing you could see in the dark. This was going to be the only time you could say it. Might as well say it out loud before you die...

The growls and yipping was getting to be like it was right in your ear, and you knew you didn't have time. You shifted your weight and were careful not to hit Jimin's IV. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning towards his ear.

"Jimin," you said, dropping the honorifics. "I've loved you since we were children. I want you to know that before we die," you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as you could.

Another thud and you heard Yoongi's whimpers.

He was down. There was the sound of sniffing and you reached for your gun without giving it another thought. You heard the sounds of bones cracking and then the sounds of boots smacking on the cellar door.

You were found.

In less than ten minutes.

The door to the cellar flew open and a man in a long winter coat walked forward. His eyes were glowing yellow and his teeth were slightly elongated.

"Well well well, this is where they were hiding their little whore? And the boy that I had a good round with, how hilarious. Not awake yet are you buddy?" he sneered, laughing at Jimin's state.

"D-Don't talk to him like that!" you stuttered, holding the gun up with shaky hands. No sooner did you lift it up before the man had ripped it from your grasp and aimed it at you.

"Never killed someone with a conventional human weapon. I wonder what the appeal is? Care to find out doll face?"

You hugged Jimin and tried desperately to keep yourself from crying.

"Jimin, please save me. Please save me," you whimpered, taking Jimin's hand in yours.

Your head was ripped back, the man grabbing your hair and pulling you off of the bed. A scream tore through the air and you recognized it as your own.

"____-ah! Hang on! Taehyung go help her! Tae! Get up!"

It was so loud, but all you could do was stare at Jimin's unconscious form in the bed and beg someone, anyone to keep him safe. All of the boys safe. If this is all they wanted, then they can have it.

"If you kill me, will you leave them alone? Will you let them go?" you asked, looking up with teary eyes at the man. He snickered at you and nodded his head.

"Sure babe, if that's what'll make this easier, then of course. We can all play nice once your blood is splattered on the wall."

With that you felt the gun press against your temple and the pressure being applied. You gasped at the cold sensation against your skin and goosebumps ran down your spine.

"Jimin, I love you," you whispered.

There was a gunshot and your world went black.

-_-_-_-_-

You opened your eyes and Jimin was there at the foot of your bed, looking at you with worry. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. You sat up slowly, looking around the room with tired eyes.

Were you dead?

Was this heaven?

"___-ah... You scared me so bad, I thought you had died," he croaked, taking you in his strong arms and pulling you into his warmth. You hummed in approval and ran your hands down his back.

"Jimin-oppa..."

A sniffle broke you out of your little trance and you pulled Jimin's face out of your neck. Tears were flowing freely down his beautiful face and his eyes were...

Blue?

"Jimin-oppa, when did you get blue eyes?" you asked like an idiot. Jimin gave a watery chuckle and wiped his striking blue orbs.

"I went through my first moon phase, and my hair and eyes both changed to this color... Do-Do you not like it?" he asked shyly, playing with the strings on his shirt. You laughed and shoved his shoulder backwards.

"Of course I love it! It's because it's you dummy, and I love you," you said happily, living in the fantasy of heaven with him.

Jimin's face turned serious and he held your face before smashing his lips against your own. You gasped in shock, but eagerly kissed him back, loving the way his plush lips melded against your own in perfect sync.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, but Jimin was quick to stop you, pulling away from your mouth and leaving you empty and cold again.

"Hang on a second... You know you're not dead right?" he questioned, trying to confirm your mental state.

You gaped at him like a fish out of water and squealed before hiding yourself under the blanket. You couldn't believe you had just said that to him!

It was different when you were in the cellar. It was a life or death situation and you weren't sure you were going to live to tell him yourself, and you had to say it out loud to sort of except it yourself...

There was a pressure on your leg and you pulled your head out from under the covers. Jimin was staring at you like a puppy who didn't get his treat.

"Jagi... I heard you calling for me... I was so lost in my own head, I had no idea where I was. I'm pretty sure I was dead before you got your hands on me, but somehow you brought me back to life. Even before I left with the pack... Every day you saved me from myself. You reminded me what it felt like to be human, and what it was like to live in a home. I missed being here with you... I wanted to come back all the time, but they told me it was going to be dangerous to do so... When I heard you say you love me... I didn't know how to feel, but I heard your tears and I knew something wasn't right. I woke up and I saw the women I love with a gun to her head and the asshole who tried to kill me smiling all the while. I took that gun and I shot him dead. You passed out and I carried you up here... You scared me so bad, Jagi... I thought you weren't going to live," he whimpered, burying his face in your legs. You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down and watched and he slowly did so.

Soft kisses were placed to your thighs and you giggled in protest. You pushed his shoulder once more, but felt a tingling sensation in between your legs start to grow...

"Jimin, are we alone?" you asked, feeling him lay down beside you in what felt like forever.

"It's oppa. And yes, everyone else is out of the house, blowing off some steam. Why do you ask?" Jimin questioned, playing with your hair.

"You love me, correct?" you asked, turning over to face him.

"Of course, that's a stupid question," he responded deadpan.

"How long have you loved me?"

"The day we built our first snowman together," he said, biting his lip. "Why do you ask?"

Without any other warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own. Jimin understood quickly what you were asking of him and he was quick to act on your impulses. You pushed him onto his back, careful of his bad shoulder, and straddled him, grinding your waist down onto his lap.

Jimin let out a little moan at the contact and looked up at you in disbelief. "What are we doing? Are we really going to do this?" he asked, biting his lip as if he was curious if this was okay.

"I almost died and you almost died, the universe might not give us a second chance. So I want us to show our love to each other, and I want to do it right now with you Park Jimin. Do you have a problem with that?" you asked, pulling your shirt over your head.

He shook his head quickly and sat up, removing his shirt as well. His hot hands caressed your skin, pulling you against his hardening member with alluring rolls of his hips. It was all rather sudden, but you couldn't think of a better time to do it. No time like the present, and you weren't sure what the future was going to bring for the two of you. Nothing was set in stone and you weren't going to be robbed of showing your love to Jimin for another second.

Your lips traced his jawline in teasing motions, drawing a growl from his throat that sent pleasurable chills down your spine.

"I'm not the teasing type baby, don't test me," he muttered, unhooking your bra with efficiency.

You knew there was no way in hell Park Jimin would be a virgin when he came home to you, but you weren't either. It was a drunken night with a boy at a club and you were so mad you could kick yourself. But, it was over now, and at least you could spare yourselves of that awkward first time fumbling that neither of you needed right now. What you needed was the connection that you had been missing all of these years. To feel finally complete.

Jimin groped your breasts with kneading motions, flicking his thumbs over your nipples to add stimulus to your already damp core. You kept your grinding motion on his lap, enjoying the way that his pants rubbed against your mound. Jimin watched you with hungry eyes.

Like a wolf stalking it's prey.

"Is the big bad wolf gonna come and get me?" you teased, leaning forward and biting Jimin's lip and pulling it back with a 'pop'.

A feral snarl ripped through Jimin and he flipped the two of you over and you were on your back in an instant. It took your breath away, but in a good way. Jimin's form melted against yours as he began kissing you without abandon. Your bare chest was against his hot skin and you moved your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was growing there.

Jimin took noticed and reached his hands inside of your panties, quickly feeling how soaked you really were.

"Jesus Christ, you're absolutely drenched baby... Are you wet for my cock, huh? Is that what you want? Do you want me to mark you as my own? My mate? Do you want me to breed you?" Jimin groaned into your ear at the thought of it all. His skin was starting to become damp and you were desperate to get more of his clothing off.

You fiddled with his belt and it was soon clamoring to the floor with a loud sound. Neither of you seemed to notice, far too caught up in each other to care about what was happening around you. The buttons on his pants were next and you undid them with ease, reaching into his jeans and giving him a few good squeezes, watching him buck into your hand. A smile graced your features and you leaned up to kiss him softly. Jimin reached similarly, cradling your face delicately, placing feather light kisses to your lips in an endearing manner.

"I love you," you breathed, shimming out of your short, throwing them and your panties to the floor without a second thought. Jimin whimpered as you pressed wet, opened mouth kisses to his throat.

"I love you too," he moaned, grabbing at your hips to bring your body closer to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips, trying to memorize the flavor in your mind and to keep it there if he ever left again. This was all about learning more about each other's bodies. What made him moan and what made you fall apart?

It was a discovery period.

Neither of you had bared this much to the other, and the nerves finally started settling in. Jimin had gotten his pants of and was grinding his clothed cock against your center, creating a delicious friction that had you panting softly into his ear. A sudden wave a anxiety flushed over your form and you tensed, hanging onto him a little tighter than you had earlier. Jimin noticed immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

"Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this, Jagi, it's all up to you," he breathed, slowing his hip movements. You whined at the loss of friction and moved your hips against his in an attempt to get the pleasurable sensation back.

"I want this, I want you. Show me you love me," you said, pulling his underwear off of his body.

Jimin leaned forwards and settled his member against your entrance, shuddered at the contact alone. He could only imagine how good it would feel once he was inside of you. You shifted towards him and the tip slide inside of you and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation that filled your stomach. It was hardly inside of you, but the connection the two of you had been missing was slowly getting filled and it was a delectable action.

You gave the go ahead and Jimin pushed forwards, filling you to the brim with his hot, throbbing length. Your head fell back against the pillow and you could hardly breath.

It hurt.

He was huge and you felt like you were being ripped in half. You should've probably waited for him to go down on you or something of the like, because you definitely weren't wet enough to take him in one go.

"Does it hurt?" he panted against your neck. He noticed your tension and was trying very hard not to lose control and pound into you with reckless abandon. You nodded your head slightly before running your nails down his back. The feeling of your sharp nails going down his back caused an involuntary jerk to run through his body.

"Ah! Jimin!" you yelped, grabbing his waist in pain. Jimin pulled back and looked at you with regret.

"Sorry baby! Your nails cause me to buck forward... You feel really good around me, try not to talk too much please... You clench every time you do and I'm already so close to busting," he whimpered, reaching down and rubbing your clit in slow circles to get you warmed up so he could start pounding into you like he wanted.

A soft moan floated through the air. Jimin smiled at your face beneath him. He'd wanted you like this for so long, underneath him stuffed full with his cock. He was a little upset that you weren't a virgin, but that was his own fault for not getting the balls to fuck you sooner. But you were just as tight as a virgin, clenching around him with every breath.

"It's alright, Jimin, you can move now," you exhaled, placing your hand on his cheek.

It didn't take him long before he started moving his hips in a slow, but steady manner. The feeling of Jimin's cock moving in and out of you was an unbelievable sensation. He was so big and so deep inside of you that you were certain he was going to ruin you. However, it felt too good. You would gladly let him tear you open if it meant that you could feel this kind of pleasure again and again and again.

The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Jimin worked his dick inside of your throbbing pussy.

There wasn't a lot of talking.

You two didn't feel like anything had to be said.

The love was palpable, you could both feel it around you. And inside of you in particular. Jimin was very talented with his hips and every time he pushed back inside of you would give a little swivel that would brush against your clit in a devilish way. You arched your back, yearning for more of his huge length.

You two were really doing this. The two of you that had grown up together were fucking like wolves in heat and it felt amazing. You were certain that you loved Jimin, and everything that came along with that.

You loved the way his blue eyes trailed every single feature of your face while he worked towards your pleasure and his. You almost missed his brown hair and eyes, but you knew that this was how he looked now... And it was hauntingly beautiful. His skin was scarred over, but it just added to the memories the two of you shared. You ran your hands down the slope of his spine and felt the particularly hard thrust that he gave in your throat.

Jimin was sweating and grunting with the effort that he was exerting, but you knew wolves had great stamina and he wouldn't stop until you both were exhausted and boneless afterwards.

You were already feeling boneless as Jimin fucked you like a rag doll against your mattress. The bed smacked against the wall, creating dents in the wall paper and dry wall that were going to be a bitch to explain away.

However, you were beginning to feel that familiar tension in your lower stomach that was such a welcomed old friend. You rushed towards it with desperation.

Jimin could tell you were getting close because you were squeezing the life out of him at the moment.

"Oh fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight it almost hurts, you're so good, I love you," he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. You reached up and gave him a long kiss before pulling away and letting a string of high pitched moans out, watching his eyes turn darker and darker as the sounds fueled his powerful thrusts.

"Jimin-oppa! Fuck me harder, please! Oh God it feels so good! Right there, fuck, oh God! Jimin!" you moaned. He kept going at the same hard and fast pace that he had set. You were impressed that he hadn't stopped yet, or cum. Especially since he was working so hard.

His cock seemed to enlarge inside of you, if that was possible, and you felt a molten heat flood through your lower body. Your orgasm crashed over you like tidal wave and it left you seeing stars.

You shuddered harshly and Jimin hung onto you, bucking into you as a result of the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your skin was sweaty and your both were a mess of bruises and bite marks. There was also the mess that was a little lower on your body. Jimin kissed your chest and suckled gently on your breast. You gave a little moan and pulled his hair away from his face too look at him better. He looked so handsome when he came. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and his brows were furrowed. He was in utter bliss and it was because of you.

Jimin looked at you through lidded eyes and kissed your stomach gently, going down to your already bruising thigh and looking at them with pain.

"Baby why didn't you tell me I was going too hard? I could've taken it easier on you, I don't want to hurt you," you whined, resting his head in the crook of your neck and pulling out of your battered core.

"Because it felt too good for me to tell you to stop," you giggled, kissing his shoulder lovingly. "It's alright Jimin-oppa, I'll be walking a little funny, but it was definitely worth it," you said, kissing his lips with finality. Jimin nipped at your lip in a teasing manner, but didn't try to make it anything more.

You definitely couldn't handle another round tonight, but that didn't mean that you couldn't get him off a few more times...

As your hand wandered towards his crotch Jimin gave you a shocked look.

"Must be the full moon."

Poison Fruit

Demon!Yoongi because I wanted it to be a thing. Smut as usual. Shoot me a message or reblog if you want more Demon!AUs for BTS! I’d love to hear from you all! Please take this as a break from your finals ;)

"Come on ___, it's time for church!" your mother coaxed, dressing you up in your nicest clothing for the occasion.

It was your first communion. It was a very important step in your religion and your parents had wasted no expense. You had the most beautiful dress on and your hair was done in such a meticulous manner that it was almost too beautiful. There was a cake that you and your family members got to eat before going to the church service for the day.

You had been waiting for this day for a long time. You knew this meant you were a member of the church and the community. It was a very big deal and your family couldn't of been prouder of you.

Compliments flowed through the home, and you were the center of attention. Everyone wanted to take a picture with you and everyone wanted to give you a present because of the big day that you were experiencing. Your cousin was also there, getting ready for her first communion as well. But no one seemed to be paying her any attention...

You wandered over to her and sat down, giving her a smile.

"Hey, do you want some more cake?" you asked, offering her another plate. She shook her head at you angrily and folded her arms across her body.

"Come on darling! It's time to go!" your mother announced, pulling you away from your cousin. You looked back to see your aunt ushering your cousin towards the door as well...

The day went on as normal. The communion went well, besides your cousin throwing a fit during the ceremony and having to be dragged out... It was an odd thing from her, but everyone kept their focus on you. You performed every part of the ceremony perfectly, like you had seen many times and the practice was over.

Your parents came up and hugged you before they led you out of the church and to the parking lot. You saw your aunt soothing your fitful cousin who then gave you the nastiest look. She seemed to hate you... But what had you done?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

But that doesn't mean that hate was something that you were safe from. You felt pure hatred from her and that continued all the way until you were grown...

-_-_-_-_-_-

"Come on ____, it's time for church!" your mother's voice echoed through the halls. You finished putting the cross on your neck and walked down the stairs very calmly and wound up in the kitchen where your father was sitting with a cup of tea.

"Hello Papa! Did you sleep well?" you asked, grabbing a piece of toast from the table. He nodded and gave you a sweet smile while your mother came in with his tie. You watched as they interacted. Your parents were really in love and it made your heart sing. It also made you think of your boyfriend, Hoseok. He was a year older than you and the two of you were practically made for each other. He was very kind and always willing to give, and you were going to be the perfect bride for him one day. You had been dating for almost nine months and your parents were very proud of you.

"Alright everyone, time to go," your mother said, leading you both towards the car.

The arrival at church was a shocking revelation to say the least.

The whole building was engulfed in flames.

Your mother held her hands to her mouth in horror and your father hung onto her as to make sure she wouldn't collapse in grief. This was the church where they had gotten married. It was the church were you were baptized. It was the church where you had your first communion. It was your home away from home, and now it was in flames.

There was screaming and running and then there was the sound of laughter floating through the air. Who would be laughing at a burning church? Who in their sick minds would find this funny? Who? Who?

You wandered through the crowd of bystanders to find who was laughing. It was a sickening sound, you wanted to hurt whoever damaged this church. It was disgusting to you that someone thought of this. That someone would take away this place of worship without even considering all of whom had come here to find solace and find their way through the Lord's guiding light. Now it was gone and there was going to be hell to pay.

There she was, sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. She was crying because she was laughing so hard. It looked like she was in pain because of the laughter. You walked over and pulled her hair so hard that she stood up and looked at you with moderate confusion.

"Did you do this?" you asked in fury, staring her down.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I? I hated that fucking building with a passion. So I thought that I would burn it down. What a great idea, huh?" she snickered and placed her hands on your shoulder, laughing hysterically.

Your own cousin burnt down something that was so precious to you. You wanted to throw up and to cry at the same time. How could a member of your family betray you in  such a way? How could she do this to your mother and your father. Your aunt and uncle. How would they react to the news?

The police came over and secured handcuffs behind her back as the began to take her away. You grabbed her arm and forced them to stop for a moment.

"Why did you do it?" you demanded an answer from her, but all she did was laugh and cackle at your anger.

"I did it because I hate you. But a worse fate lies ahead for you my cousin. And I look forward to the day you bite the poison fruit. It will be the last thing you ever do," she said, drool coming out of her mouth.

She was insane. That much was sure. But you wondered what did it to her. How could your own blood turn into something so disgusting and vile?

"I'm sorry that you couldn't feel the Lord's love, but I will pray for you. I will pray until my throat hurts for your salvation!" you announced, resting your hands on her shoulders. Hoping that she would feel the love you had for her.

*"Maledicam maledicentibus tibi, frater. Et tollite inde venturus est Daemon Yoongi innocentiae virginalis ecclesiae vestrae sanguine tinctus erit," she spit in your face and growled as the police dragged her away from your shaking form.

*(English: I curse you, cousin. The Demon Yoongi will come and take your innocence and the church will be stained with your virginal blood).

You felt warm arms wrap around you and you instantly recognized Hoseok's scent in your nose. He rubbed your back soothingly, hoping to calm whatever pain had erupted in your heart. But it was no use, your home was gone. Your own family was to blame for it.

"Everything will be alright, Jagi... I promise. The church will be rebuilt and many new memories will flood it's halls. Just because one place of worship is burned, doesn't mean that it is gone forever. The memories of it will still be in your heart, I know it. Trust me Jagi, everything is going to be alright," he soothed into your ears. You clung onto him and began to pray for a miracle. Something good to happen to you and your family after this tragedy.

Something good had to come from this. Surely...

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a few months later and the church was almost finished being rebuilt. The community pulled together and raised enough funds for it to be built even better than before. Your heart soared at the prospect of the building being redone and brought back to life from the deadly inferno that had burned it a few months prior.

Hoseok was over and your parents were out of town for about a week due to business deals going on in a different county. You felt very naughty for having your boyfriend over when they weren't around, but you knew that the two of you would behave and the farthest you would go was kissing him.

The two of you were wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching a sweet movie and you felt as though your life couldn't get any better. The microwave dinged in the other room and you went to go get the popcorn. You pulled the hot salty treat out of the appliance and began to pour it in a bowl. You felt arms wrap around your waist and Hoseok's head rest on your shoulder.

"Jagi... I'm not too sure I want to watch movies anymore," he said, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You sighed and undid his hands from your stomach and handed him the bowl of popcorn.

"Hoseok, we promised each other we would wait until marriage. Okay? You know I'm not comfortable with anything like that," he gave you a pouting look but nodded. Suddenly a smile took over his face and it was like nothing happened at all.

You were relieved that he took it so well. He had tried a few things, like his hands wandering a bit too much during your kissing sessions. He also had you sit on his lap a few times when he was too excited to have you there. But those all ended with reprimands from you and then he would do whatever you asked for the next few days. Needless to say Hoseok was a man, but he was willing to wait for you.

The night went on and you continued to watch movies. Hoseok's laughter filled your house and you felt as though you wouldn't ever need anything else in your life to make you happy as long as he was. It was perfect, the two of you sat there in your living room having popcorn fights and sharing sweet and salty kisses whenever there was a tender moment on the screen.

It was getting late and Hoseok had to get going. But not before he offered to spend the night with you, which was an idea that was immediately rejected by you. He laughed but gave you a hug and left with a skip in his step after spending the whole night with his beautiful girlfriend.

You smiled and waved as he drove off, leaving you in the house alone. It was rather late so you decided it was time to take a shower. You jogged up the stairs and went into your bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to warm up. You wandered back to your bedroom and picked out your underwear and pajamas before head back to the bathroom.

A crack of thunder shook the house and your heart stopped.

You hated thunderstorms more than anything in the entire world. The loud noises and the horrendous lighting strikes that were extremely deadly if you were hit and could cause fires... Fire that could burn down the church again.

Your heart leapt into your throat and you tried to keep your heart beat steady. It was proving difficult as every time there was a thunder clap your jumped and you clung to your towel rack with unsteady knees. You took a few deep breathes and tried to focus on the running water.

Eventually it warmed up and you jumped in. You washed yourself quickly, making sure your hair was clean. After that you shaved, making sure every part of you was soft and supple. Just as you were reaching for your towel a bright flash of light struck right outside your bathroom window and all of the lights in your house went off. You screamed in terror and reached out for a towel, quickly wrapping yourself up in it. You scrambled to find your phone in the darkness, and once you did you realized that you only had five percent left on it. You dialed Hoseok's number quickly and waited for him to answer.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

You heard his phone ringing.

You ran down the stairs and found that his phone was still on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket. Your blood ran cold and you realized that you were utterly alone, in the darkness, at night.

Plus, you were also in a towel.

That didn't help.

You wandered around and finally found some candles and lit them. The illuminated the darkness enough to as where you could find your way around in the dark. You walked back upstairs and got your clothes on. Blushing as you pulled on some lingerie a friend got for you as a gag gift a few weeks ago. You hadn't done your laundry and you could kick yourself for it now. But, at least you had something.

It didn't seem like the lights were going to come back on anytime soon and that thought horrified you. It wasn't just a quick flicker, oh no, you were certain that the whole street was without power. The only problem was, your nearest neighbor was a few miles down the road. It wouldn't take long if you ran. And you knew the old lady wouldn't be asleep yet. It was your best option at the moment.

After gathering up some supplies and your courage you locked your house and took off into the storm. The wind was biting cold and your teeth were chattering within minutes of you stepping out into it. You continued walking until you felt like your legs were going to fall off at the nipping of the wind and the pelting of the rain.

You couldn't stay out here anymore, you needed to find some sort of shelter, and when the rain let up you could continue out again. The tree line was right next to the road and you noticed that there were old buildings sitting vacant right within the trees. Most of them had broken windows and things of the like from teens vandalizing them, but there was one building that looked seemingly untouched.

A church. You smiled brightly and took off towards the sacred building, thankful to find the place of comfort right when you needed it. The door was shut, but not locked, thankfully and you walked inside and shut the door behind you.

It smelt like mildew and must, but other than that it was fine. You walked through the aisles and noticed that the church was pretty much still in working order. There were candles that were sitting at the alter and the choir benches were still set up fine. You looked around and saw that there were still donation boxes set up with old coins and such inside of them. It made you a little sad that this place was being left to rot, but it had served it's purpose and now travelers could take refuge here, like the Lord intended.

You walked up to the front alter and kneeled down to pray.

"Dear heavenly father, thank you for guiding me to this sacred place to seek shelter from the harsh conditions outdoors. It means everything to me. Thank you for always guiding me to your loving light, Amen," you concluded, lifting your head. You always felt better after praying and this proved to be no different. The building seemed safe to you and you grabbed your over night bag and pulled out the blanket that you had packed. You shuffled your way over to the pews and sat down, wrapping yourself in the blanket and started dozing off.

After a while, you felt yourself falling asleep. But suddenly, there was a noise towards the back of the church. A sort of knocking. You lifted your head up sleepily and started walking towards the noise. The sound lead you to the door and you opened it to find a very handsome man standing there, shaking from the wind and rain much like you had been hours ago.

"H-Hi... U-U-m, can I c-come in please? I-It's freezing out there," he managed to stutter out. Your heart ached for him and you quickly pulled him inside, hoping to get him out of the rain as quickly as you could.

"You poor thing! What happened? Why are you out in the rain?" you asked, handing him a towel that you brought with you to dry off with. He took it gratefully and started with his hair and down his neck. He took off his jacket and set it on the ground and started to dry off his torso as best as he could. He was about the same height as your boyfriend, but he was much different from him. Where Hoseok's eyes sparkled with laughter and light, his burned into your very soul with an emotion that you couldn't quite place.

"The power went out at my house, and I hate being alone. So I was wandering about to see if there were any neighbors near by. I just moved in last week and I don't really know the neighborhood that well... So I got lost. But thankfully this building was here, and you," he said, giving you a soft smile. Your heart fluttered at the action but you were quick to remind yourself of Hoseok.

"The same thing happened at my place, I was heading towards an elderly ladies house down the road when the storm got particularly bad, so I decided to take shelter here. When the storm lets up we can go together. Sound like a plan?" you asked, smiling at him.

"Sounds great, I'd kill for a blanket though," he said jokingly. You jumped up onto your feet and found your blanket still sitting on the pew you attempted to sleep on. The man stared at you with confusion. You brought the blanket over and laid it around his shoulder. He sighed at the feeling of warmth that surrounded him.

"There you are. Hopefully you'll stop shivering now," you said, rubbing his shoulders like a mother would do for their child. He smiled at you once again and rubbed your shoulders as well.

Eventually he warmed up and he set the blanket on the pew to dry off as best as it could. He was still a little damp, but he looked happier than he did when he walked in. You were entranced by this stranger. He was so handsome and you couldn't help but be drawn in by him. His hair was a light blonde color and his eyes were so deep that you could get lost in them. His frame was lankly, but lean and you longed to touch him...

No!

Hoseok! His beautiful laughter and his adorable smile! You had to remember him. The man you loved more than anything!

"Are you alright? You look like you're having an internal battle," he chuckled as he put down his phone.

"Yeah, just thinking about something," you murmured. Suddenly, he got rather close to you, leaning towards your face with his.

"And just what were you thinking about?" he questioned, still sounding completely innocent. You placed your hand on his shoulder and pushed him back, making him sit back down. He seemed to get the message before reaching for his phone once more.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. How could you let someone who wasn't your boyfriend so close to you like that?! Only Hoseok was allowed to do something like that! And even then it was risky. The man seemed to lose interest as he became absorbed in his phone game.

The hours seemed to tick by and you became sleepier and sleepier. The man seemed to notice because he handed you the blanket with a blank expression. You took it and went up to the pew and laid down, trying to get comfortable on the hard wooden surface.

"I forgot to ask," you heard his voice echo through the large hall. "What's your name?" he asked.

"My name is, ___. What about you?" you shot the question right back.

"Min Yoongi," he said without hesitation. For some reason that name sent a dark chill down your spine. Like something was terribly wrong with it. With him...

You stopped yourself and tried to fall asleep once more. You could feel yourself relaxing and the sound of the rain was a soothing presence to you, even though the thunder made you jolt every once in a while. Feeling sleep starting to wash over you, you sighed in bliss before feeling something touching your leg. You jumped up and saw Yoongi, smiling at you with his hand on your calf.

"Stop that!" you shrieked, pulling your leg away from him. He pouted softly and began crawling towards you on the pew. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you threw the blanket at him before jumping off of the wooden bench and running towards the high alter. You climbed some stairs and found yourself on the platform right before the candles and the cross that hung above you.

"Ah, running away again I see. You're going to be a difficult one," Yoongi murmured before walking towards the alter with a slow and steady pace, bringing the blanket with him. You watched him climb the stairs with indifference as your heart started to pound in your throat.

"W-what are you doing?" you stuttered out, trying to keep yourself from falling off the platform. Yoongi approached you and set the blanket on the ground. You eyed it curiously and watched as the man approached you.

"It's it obvious? I'm going to fuck you," he breathed, his eyes flashing red in the darkness of the church. You screamed and tried to run past him but the stairs caught fire instantly. You shied away from the burning heat and would up against Yoongi's front.

You jumped away and pressed yourself against the railing.

"Don't come near me... O-Or I'll jump!" you warned, looking at the lower alter with hope.

"If you do that, then you'll burn as well," he said, snapping his fingers. Without any hesitation the lower alter burst into flames. You wanted to throw up, but there was nothing for you do to. Every fiber of your being was telling you to run out of this building, but any escape route was blocked by flames.

"W-we need to get out of here... We'll die if we stay. Just come with me and we'll get you to a hospital alright? You can talk these things out, I'll help you, but right now we need to get out," you reasoned, trying to coax him out of this stupor he was showing you. Yoongi gave you a smirk before reaching out and catching you in his arms.

"Oh believe me darling, you were dead the moment you stepped foot in this church," he whispered before closing his lips over yours. You battered your fists against his chest, trying to rip your mouth away from his. But slowly, you could feel your fist clinging to his shirt instead of beating him away. The realization horrified you. You were cheating right now. You were kissing another man that wasn't your boyfriend. But, something about the way his lips moved over yours was so intoxicating that you couldn't stop. Your hands moved on their own accord and towards his neck. Yoongi held you tighter and wrapped his arms around your slender frame. Eventually he tore his lips away from yours and you saw that his clothes had burned away to reveal a pitch black shirt with dark burgundy dress pants. Your mouth watered at the sight. You wanted him to take those off and quickly.

Guilt hit you full force in the stomach. How could you want another man like that? This wasn't right! You were with Hoseok and you loved him! He was so kind to you and he loved you just as much. This was wrong... But you wanted more...

"Did you like my mouth darling? I can put it in an even better place that will give you pleasure beyond belief," he whispered, coming close to you once again. You pushed him away and tried to look for a way out of this mess. You couldn't find one and Yoongi had you in his arms once again. You yelled and kicked as much as you could as he pulled you away from the railing and towards the blanket he set down. Your blood ran cold as you thought of what was going to happen...

Was he going to rape you?

"Please! Please don't rape me! Please! Kill me instead! I'd rather die! Please," you cried out, as he set you down on the blanket. Yoongi looked unimpressed and a little disappointed, but he seemed to comply.

"Alright, if you'd rather die than have sex with me then I guess that's fair enough," he said, pulling out a knife and placing it against your throat. Fear gripped your heart as you felt the cold metal starting to pierce your skin. He looked like he was about to slit your throat and you quickly grabbed onto his hand with panic in your eyes. Yoongi examined you with boredom and pulled the knife away for a moment, licking the blood that came off the blade. "What?" he asked, looking at you with scrutiny.

"I-If I sleep with you... Will you let me go?" you asked meekly, looking at the man above you with desperate eyes. He mulled the thought over in his head for a moment or two and then nodded.

"Yes, if you sleep with me, I'll let you go," he said, dropping the knife to the side. You reached up with shaky hands and wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him to your lips. Consenting to the actions that he wanted. Yoongi moaned in satisfaction and placed his hand on your hip.

This wasn't sex... This was to save your life.

You weren't cheating on Hoseok.

But most importantly, you wouldn't enjoy it...

That would be unforgivable...

Yoongi pulled you up off the blanket and into his lap, staring at you with his deep red eyes. You were frightened, but there was something inside of you that was excited for what was to come... You'd never slept with anyone in your life... You'd never even masturbated very much before.

You were pure and innocent, and Yoongi couldn't wait to soil your white light with his smothering blackness.

"Take my shirt of baby," he whispered, kissing your jaw and shoulder with delicate kisses. You did as you were told and started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands. If Yoongi noticed your distress, he didn't seem to acknowledge it. He simply continued to kiss and bite at your neck, almost drawing moans from your mouth. But you were firm with yourself and you didn't make a sound.

Finally you undid the last button and Yoongi pulled the material off of his body. You were shocked at what he revealed to you. He was lean and toned, much like Hoseok, but less muscle definition. You could tell he was strong through as you watched his shoulder muscles clench and your mouth ran dry at the sight. He was so toned, and his skin was beautiful... How could a man so horrible be so beautiful...?

The thought was pushed from your mind as you felt something hard against your leg. You looked down in horror and realized that he was getting an erection. Yoongi was still focused on your skin as he kissed and bit at every available area that was bare at the moment. You tried to focus on thoughts of Hoseok, but every time you did, Yoongi flooded your brain.

It was like you couldn't think of anything but him. Your heart sank at the thought of your virginity being lost in such a manner... But you had to save your life. You had to live... Hoseok would understand wouldn't he? Surely he would. Hoseok was one of the most understanding individuals in the world and he would comfort you when all of this was over.

"I don't like that you're thinking of other men while I'm minutes away from fucking you baby, tell me who you're thinking about right now," he growled, gripping your hips in a painful manner.

"M-My boyfriend, Hoseok," you whispered, not wanting Yoongi to get mad.

"He doesn't exist to you anymore. Right now, I'm the only thing that matters in your world. All that matters is me and the pleasure I am going to give you, do you understand?" he questioned, grinding into you with his hard length. You nodded in submission and whimpered against his actions. Yoongi smiled devilishly and leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, Yoongi was an incredible kisser. He was dominant and forced your mouth to move along with his, but he also tasted like something sweet. It tasted familiar and you wanted more of it... Your heart sped up as his hands started wandering further down your frame. You bit your lip as his hands fell to your butt and started groping harshly. You couldn't help the little moan that came out of your mouth at the action. Yoongi looked up at you with smugness written across his features. You wanted to run and hide, but the feeling of his hands on your body was becoming more and more welcoming and it scared you how easily you were letting this happen...

Yoongi reached forward and pulled your shirt over your head quickly, throwing it over the railing and to the flames below. You gasped and watched the fire lick and eat up your night shirt before it disappeared into ash. You were about to protest when you turned back around and saw Yoongi staring at your flesh with hunger evident in his eyes.

"Look at you all dressed up baby, white lace is for virgins... Are you a virgin baby? Am I going to be your first time," you bit you lip and nodded, feeling very exposed now that your shirt was gone. "I think it's pretty, I love the way your skin looks in it," he murmured, placing his lips on the swell of your breasts without hesitation. You arched into the action beyond your own accord and wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi sucked and nipped at the skin that was revealed, loving the way you tasted.

"A-ah... Yoongi," you whimpered out, feeling his tongue laving against your skin. He stopped at the sound of his name and looked up at you with ravenous eyes.

"Get on your back right now," he said.

You scrambled to comply and found yourself lying on your back on the high alter in a church. Your stomach churned at the thought of having your virginity taken in a burning church...

Burning!

"W-wait a second! Yoongi! The church is burning! We're going to get killed if we stay in here," you said, pushing on his shoulders as he hovered over your frame. Yoongi simply chuckled and shook his head at you.

"No my darling, the fire won't touch us, and the building will stay up as long as I tell it to. Have faith in me, Jagi," he whispered before slanting his mouth over yours to silence you. You couldn't help but kiss him back, enjoying the way that his lips felt on yours far too much. You felt terrible, but you also couldn't imagine anyone else but him at the moment, even if you tried.

Soon, Yoongi was reaching for your shorts. You gripped his wrist with nerves and he was quick to shake you off. All you could do was bite your lip and watch as he pulled the fabric off of you. Your bare legs glowed in the light of the flames and Yoongi couldn't help but be drawn in by the sight for you illuminated skin. His lips placed soft open mouthed kisses to your thighs as he started to move your legs apart. You tried to keep them closed as best as you could, but Yoongi was much stronger than you and managed to get your legs open with out much of a fight. He stared at your center for a long time and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

"If you're going to do something, do it already," you whimpered, trying to hide your embarrassment. Yoongi smiled and leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on your clothed core. A gasp came from your mouth at the sensation. His lips were hot and wet against your soft heat. You'd never experienced something quite like this before, and it was starting to make you want more.

Yoongi kissed softly and slowly, watching as you writhed underneath him. His eyes darkened and you could tell that he wasn't going to be patient for much longer. He was going to want you, all of you very quickly.

Your assumptions were proved correct because Yoongi took off your panties without a second thought. You were practically bare to him and you forgot how to breathe for an extended period of time. Yoongi looked at your pink center with longing.

"Oh fuck... I haven't had a virgin in centuries... You're going to be so tight around me, I can hardly wait. Look at how pretty your pussy is, Jagi. Its getting wetter and wetter the longer I talk... Do you like my dirty talk baby? Do you want me to talk like this while I pound into you with my thick cock? Is that what you want?" he asked, spreading you apart with two fingers, looking at your virginity.

You couldn't speak. All you could think about was the fact that his hands were so close to something so precious to you. You wanted to save yourself until the day you walked down the aisle. It was such an important thing for you, and it was about to be taken by a man who appeared to be some kind of monster.

Although, you couldn't help the draw you felt towards him...

He was incredibly handsome and the way that his hands felt on your skin had you going crazy in your head. His voice was like honey as he spoke filthy vulgar things into your ear. The longer he spoke a tingling sensation erupted in your lower stomach and you couldn't help but feel the wetness dripping down your womanhood. Yoongi licked a long strip up your center and you cried out at the sensation. Yoongi jumped at the sudden reaction an eyed you curiously.

"What? Hasn't anybody ever eaten you out before?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up. You shook your head in embarrassment.

"I-I've only ever kissed one person in my life before you," you said with a blush. "And they didn't even see me with my shirt off," you whispered, moving your hands to cover your breasts. Yoongi's eyes darkened with lust and you shuddered just by looking at him. His eyes stayed connected with yours as he lowered his lips to your center and covering your mound with his mouth. A shiver ran down your spine at the action and you couldn't deny the pleasure that erupted in your stomach at the action.

Yoongi continued to suck and lap at your core with enthusiasm. You squirmed and gripped at the blanket in pleasure. His mouth was so hot and warm against you and you threw your head back against the floor of the alter and there is a sharp pain that resonates within you, but you're too lost to notice it. Yoongi started moving his tongue in circular motions over a small bump towards the top of your sex and you saw stars. Every flick felt amazing and your thighs tightened around his head at the sensation.

"Y-Yoongi," you panted, gripping onto the blanket desperately. He smiled against your core and pulled away, leaving you high and dry.

You stared at him with amazement. His face was covered in your wetness and it was so erotic to see him licking his lips like he longed for more. You bit your lip and tired to calm your racing heart before Yoongi went back down between your legs, this time, probing your entrance with his finger. You gasped and shifted your hips away from him, only to receive a harsh look and him locking his arm around your thigh.

A stinging pain started as Yoongi slowly eased his pointer finger inside of you. It hurt and you bit your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the uncomfortable sensation. Yoongi made a small noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a moan at the feeling of your walls gripping his finger so tightly.

"Oh my fuck, you're so tight... I don't know if I can even get my cock inside of you baby... I guess we'll just have to get you nice and warmed up, isn't that right?" he said before latching his mouth onto your sensitive bud. You immediately gripped the blanket again, trying to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Yoongi started to move his finger in and out of you slowly, creating a friction that was too much for you to handle. You couldn't take it anymore and latched your hand onto his hair, tugging at the pure blonde locks that resided there. Yoongi hummed against your center and watched as you started gripping his finger even tighter. You felt something in the pit of your stomach that threatened to over take you with pleasure. Yoongi added a second finger, increasing your pain, but that simply sent you over the edge with a yelp. He watched in amazement as you cried out your release, riding his fingers in an attempt to make it last longer.

Soon, you slumped on the floor. A boneless sensation fell over you and you could feel yourself falling asleep. That is until Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you. You looked up at him with lazy eyes and watched as he stuck his two fingers inside his mouth and cleaned them off with lewd slurping sounds.

Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips landed on yours and you could taste the bitterness that was your release on his lips. It wasn't an unpleasant taste, but you liked the way he tasted better than yourself. Yoongi sat up and began to undo his belt buckle and his pants. He stripped his pants and they pooled at his feet. Next was his boxers that came off quickly, falling next to his discarded trousers. You stared at his throbbing erection that was touching his stomach.

You'd never seen a penis in real life. Not even apart of a movie in school! The only time you'd seen one was when you were at your friends house and her brother was coming out of the shower and you two accidentally ran into each other. But Yoongi was much different than that. He looked throbbing and ready to claim you for his own. The thought alone made you shiver.

He lowered himself onto his knees and prodded your legs apart with his own. You watched as he lined himself up with your entrance and began to push forward. You felt the pressure of him against you, but he wasn't inside of you yet.

Suddenly, a sharp pang filled your center as the tip slowly slid into you. You yelped in pain and bit your finger to keep yourself from crying. Tears threatened to pour over your cheeks as Yoongi kept pushing forwards into your virginity. You felt a warmth trickling down your thigh and you looked to see blood staining your leg. Yoongi looked and noticed the red liquid that was coming from your center.

"You're mine, Jagi... Forever," he murmured, not pushing in anymore but rather leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You weakly kissed back, feeling the ache in your poor womanhood.

The harsh cold of your cross seemed to burn against your skin the longer Yoongi was inside of you. A soft whimper of pain came from your lips. Yoongi pulled away and noticed the silver piece of jewelry that adorned your neck. Without much more thought he grabbed the chain and ripped it from your neck, throwing it to the inferno below. You cried out and tried to grab at it, only managing to push Yoongi further inside of you. Pain flashed through your body and you grabbed onto Yoongi's shoulders for support. A chuckled echoed through his frame as he ran his fingers down your spine soothingly. The comforting action shocked you, but you appreciated it none the less.

Eventually, the pain subsided and a dull achy pleasure started to replace the agony. Yoongi felt the tension inside of you ebb and he started to move his hips against yours. At first, it felt painful having him moving in and out of your battered core. But soon enough, the pain yet again turned to pleasure within minutes.

You watched as Yoongi started to move inside of you, drawing soft little moans out of your swollen lips. He was so handsome when he looked like that above you. He seemed focused and as if he was in pain as well, but you knew that he was enjoying this experience throughly.

Yoongi was watching as your lips parted for him and accepted his length. The sight was intoxicating and he could get high off of your cute little sounds that you made every time he pushed into you a little harder. Your walls were clenching around his tightly and he wasn't sure he'd ever had someone who was this tight their first go. Plus, it was incredibly hot inside of you. It was like the fires of hell were licking at his dick while he fucked you. He bit his lip and tried not to think about that place while he was here, taking your virginity.

You felt extremely full as Yoongi started to quicken his pace. He seemed to brush against a particular spot inside of you that had you squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. As much as you hated to think about it, this was incredibly pleasurable. Every movement of his hips had your struggling to breath. And the way his fingers gripped your hips for better purchase made you bit your lip in pure bliss.  

This was a sin! You were sinning... You weren't married to Yoongi. You were meant to save that special moment for the man you would marry one day... Whether it be Hoseok or not didn't matter, you weren't supposed to give it to just anybody... But, you had to save your life... That's what you were doing right now... Right? You weren't enjoying this... Were you? A particularly hard thrust made you cry out in surprise.

"Yoongi!" you yelped, grabbing onto his arms with a vice like grip. He watched as you started to enjoy yourself. He knew you would eventually. As much as you were in love with whoever it was, you couldn't deny the sins of the flesh. No one ever could. Especially not against Yoongi. He was talented in this area of humanity and he knew how to make anyone, male or female, enjoy themselves on him.

It was addicting, watching you lose yourself to sin. This was probably Yoongi's favorite part. When a saint became a sinner. When you started to lose your pure light and fall into the darkness that was desire. He could feel your walls clenching down on him impossibly tight and he was surprised you were going to cum. Not a lot of women cum their first time, especially so quickly after they started.

He did feel a little bad though. You had bled. And there was quite a lot of it at that. If he had waited a few more minutes and fingered you properly, there wouldn't have been that much, if any at all. As much as he played the dominant role, he didn't really like harming people. It was a waste of effort in his mind. Why couldn't he just fuck you and kill you without pain? Why did pain have to exist for such a pure creature like you?

Why did he have to exist to such a pure creature like you?

You were lost in the sensations as Yoongi continued to pound into you at an alarming rate. You could already feel the bruises starting to form on your inner thighs. But you didn't care. You couldn't find any will to fight back any more. You wanted to feel that pleasure that you had earlier. You wanted it badly. The desire filled your heart and you started to feel really really good.

"Come here baby, get on your hands and knees for me, stick your ass in the air" Yoongi said, pulling out of your dripping center. You complied quickly, turning yourself over and getting on your hands and knees as requested. You felt your bra being tampered with, soon having it fall down your arms. You moved your hand and flung it to the side, eager to feel Yoongi inside of you again.

You waited.

And waited.

But you never felt it.

You turned your head and saw Yoongi pumping himself with his hand as he stared at your body before him. He bit his lip and winked at you, continuing to stroke his length. Wanting him back inside of you you moved your hips in a slowly motion, trying to coax him back towards your heat.

"Do you want it back inside of you? Is that what you're telling me baby?" he asked, leaning forward and rubbing his cock against your slick folds. You nodded quickly, grinding against his throbbing dick. Yoongi grabbed your waist to stop your teasing. "Then tell me you want it," he growled in your ear, groping your breasts harshly, causing you to whine softly.

"I-I want it," you said meekly. Almost inaudibly.

Yoongi pulled on your nipples harshly, making your buck into his erection. "Tell me you want it, and tell me why you want it. If you do this I will give you all the pleasure you want baby, just tell me... Just say the words baby and it'll be yours. All yours baby," he purred into your ears. You shuddered at the thought of his cock back inside of your pussy and you bit your lip.

"I want you to keep fucking me in my pussy please," you cringed at your vulgarity, but Yoongi seemed to really enjoy the way you worded it.

"Oh my what a dirty girl, telling me to fuck her. Oh and in your pretty pussy no less. Well. You did tell me you wanted it and where baby, but not why. Tell me why you want me to fuck you," he said, barely pushing the head inside of your tightness.

"I want you to fuck me because it feels really good... I-I want to feel good, please make me feel good Yoongi. Make me feel good with you... c-cock," you fumbled with the words, but it didn't seem to matter because moments later you were full with Yoongi's length once more. The full stretching sensation made your head spin and you couldn't help but let out a long moan at the intrusion.

He felt much bigger inside of you at this angle and you could hardly keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. The feeling of him pounding into you was so incredible it was starting to make you drool. Yoongi reached around you and grabbed your hands that were on the floor in front of you. You watched as his fingers interlaced with yours and your heart began to flutter at the sight.

Why was he being so affectionate at this moment? Maybe it was a reward for begging for him to continue. But the notion struck something inside of you and you felt much better than you could've thought.

The two of you kept on like that for a little while. You could feel the beginning of pleasure starting to take over your senses all over again. Yoongi could feel his end drawing in as well. A man could only take so much of your tightness before it all became too much.

"Y-Yoongi... It feels really good," you moaned, gripping his hands tightly. Yoongi placed kisses on your shoulders and down your spine as he started to fuck into you so hard that your face started hitting the floor at the ferocity of his thrusts. He couldn't be gentle anymore. He had to let it out. He had to claim you. He had to turn your soul just as black as his...

But he couldn't. The pure white light that was your soul continued to shine brightly. Confusion swept over him as he started to slow his pace. You whined at the loss of friction and clenched your muscles around him in a desperate attempt to get him to keep going. Yoongi did so, but much deeper than before, keeping an eye on your soul as he started to lose himself to orgasm.

You screamed his name as your climax came down on you like a lightening strike. Yoongi felt you become even tighter around his length and he couldn't take it anymore. He released with a groan into your neck and he could feel you milking him for everything he had. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, slowly thrusting into you to extend your orgasms.

You collapsed to the floor, Yoongi following you slowly.

You had sex with another man, and it was probably the best experience of your life. Yoongi watched as your soul started to tint with blackness. He could feel your soul slowly turning blacker and blacker with each shudder of his hips that sent more and more of his cum into your virgin tunnel.

Yoongi sighed as he knew this was more than likely going to knock you up.

It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. But you simply shuddered as he pulled out of you and started to reach for his clothing.

Darkness overwhelmed you as you started to accept what had just happened. You had sex with someone and you weren't married. You had sinned. That was wrong of you. But you couldn't help it... He felt so good inside of you and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge.

"You should get up, being on the ground for a long time isn't good for you," Yoongi said, pulling his shirt onto his frame before starting to button it back up.

Soft whimpers rang through his ears and Yoongi turned around to see you crying on the ground with his cum leaking out of your sore womanhood. You hadn't even attempted to move since he got off of you and he started to feel concerned about what was happening to you. Normally women would start begging for another round if their souls had gone through the transfer... But your soul wasn't black. It was grey. As if it was tainted, but not completely corrupted.

Yoongi's summoner was very clear with her instructions.

"Bring her down. I want her to be turned into a common whore by the time you're done with her. Bring her down to everyone else's level. I want her virginity to be taken by a demon," she had said with a crazed look in her eyes.

Now, Yoongi wasn't particularly keen on taking the orders of the insane, but he had no choice. She had summoned him and he had to do her bidding. It was the rules.

However, seeing you on the ground with dried blood on your thighs and tears shaking your form, his former human heart lurched at the sight. He couldn't just leave a girl crying in a burning church... He simply couldn't do that.

You were overwhelmed with grief and despair when you felt two strong arms wrap you up in your blanket and pick you up without difficulty. You stared at him with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

"Tell me where your house is, we need to get you cleaned up, and I doubt you can walk right now," he said, walking down the stairs of the alter. You watched as the flames parted for him, leaving the two of you untouched.

"I live down the road a few miles, it's a white house," you said, resting your head on his shoulder, letting the guilt consume you.

Yoongi could feel the sadness radiating from you. It was suffocating. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. You were stunned at the action, but let him kiss you. Once he pulled away, you looked into his deep brown eyes.

Brown?

They had changed.

"What are you?" you asked as the pair of you walked out of the church into the now clear night. He sighed and rubbed your leg while he started to walk down the road.

"You won't like what you hear," he said, his eyes starting to glow red.

"I just gave you everything I had, I think I have a right to know," you said firmly. Yoongi looked down at you with surprise, but nodded in agreement. Suddenly there was a flash and you were in your front lawn. You screamed in shock and grabbed onto Yoongi tightly with fear. He choked slightly, removing your arms from his neck as he opened your suddenly unlocked front door.

"I'm a demon," he mumbled before carrying you up the stairs to your bathroom. Dread filled your stomach as you thought about what just happened. You gave your virginity to a demon. You should've guessed earlier with all the fire and the glowing red eyes, but you were blinded by lust, and now you were in shock.

"Will I get pregnant because of you?" you asked, placing your hand on your stomach, thinking of when he released his seed inside of you.

"More than likely, unless you're on birth control," he said with a grain of hope.

"My religion doesn't believe in birth control," you mumbled, wishing now that they did. Maybe there was an acceptation if you would be giving birth to a demons child.

"Well in a few weeks we'll find out," he said, placing you in the bathtub slowly, removing your blanket.

"I-If I am pregnant, what am I going to do?" you panicked, gripping the side of the tub with despair. Yoongi sighed and bit his lip trying to think. Normally he just left and let the girls deal with it on their own. Usually they died before they could even find out they were pregnant, but you were going to be a special case.

"I'll help you," he said, grabbing a wash cloth from underneath the sink. Your cheeks flushed.

"B-But my family will disown me... And my boyfriend will leave me..." you whimpered. Yoongi sighed, exasperated by this conversation. He walked over and took your hands with his.

"Hey, it's my fault for not using a damn condom alright? Quit freaking out and if it happens, we'll deal with it together. I won't abandon you," he said. Your hear swelled with the thought of carrying his child and having him near you when you brought a new life into the world.

"B-But my family," you said, biting your lip.

"You're going to have to disappear. As hard as it is, that's what's going to have to happen. Other demons will come looking for me in the future. I'm going rouge for you, appreciate what I'm doing doll face, this is a specialty of mine. I'll stay with you if you're pregnant. If not, then, well, the virginity blunder can be on me," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

After that the room went silent as he started washing your battered frame. Your hand trailed down to your stomach and you looked down and couldn't help but hope that there was a new life growing in your stomach...

Because as much as you hated yourself for it. You wanted him to stay with you, forever.

Doctor Jin

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

"Jin, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, the doctor gave me medicine and I just need to rest," you said into the phone to your worried friend while you tried to figure out what kind of juice you wanted to have that morning.

"____-ah, how many times have I told you, you have to call me oppa! I'm three years older than you! But anyways, its my fault that your sick... Let me come take care of you!" he protested through the phone. You sighed and rubbed your face, already feeling more exhausted than you were when you went to sleep last night.

A few nights ago Jin wanted to go and see the lights that were set up in the main square. You had been hesitant, because you knew that it was going to be a little rainy, however Jin convinced you otherwise.

It turned out to be a really fun night. The two of you laughed and spent the night walking around the square. A lot of vendors had decided to set up around the outskirts of the festivities and you and Jin had gone to try out some of the foods. He really wanted to try some of the foreign options. You knew that the man selling the food wasn't particularly cleanly, but the way Jin was looking at the menu with a cute face was more than you could handle.

And of course, you wound up with a nasty cold and a case of stomach issues from the food. The doctor's prescribed you a couple medicines that would help with the stomach pain and you had to keep yourself hydrated.

And Jin felt like that was his job, like the good mother he is.

"Honestly Jin, I'm alright. Don't feel bad, I went out with you. And if it makes you feel any better, the food tasted great," you chuckled before coughing a little. You could hear Jin on the other side of the line making some noise.

"I'm on my way, I'll be there with stuff to make you food with. And don't lock me out like you did last time," he reprimanded. You had to laugh to yourself, remembering the last time you were sick and you didn't want Jin to bother with you, so you wound up locking him out of your apartment. You giggled despite yourself and started back towards your bed.

Around twenty minutes passed and you heard a knock at the door.

"It's unlocked Jin!" you announced from your pillows. You heard the door open and shut right after. Soon Jin was in your room.

"Aish! Why didn't you tell me when you started feeling sick! I would've taken better care of you than those silly doctors," he grumbled before sitting on your bed and brushing the hair out of your face. You had to admit, you missed just cuddling with Jin.

Jin was friends with one of your boyfriends back in school and eventually the two of you wound up becoming even closer than you would've thought possible. Whenever your boyfriend decided he wanted to be an asshole, Jin would come and help you pick up the pieces. He was always there when you needed him and you were there when he needed you. It seemed only reasonable to have him help you when you felt so down.

"Those silly doctors have degrees in medicine and you have a degree in clumsiness and dancing like a chicken so I don't want to hear it," you retorted, patting his leg as you sat up. His hair was messy from the wind outside and his cheeks were pink from the cold. You smiled and rubbed his cheeks to warm them up. Jin simply laughed and rested his forehead on yours, checking your temperature.

"You're burning up, you should rest while I make you something to eat," he chided, tucking you into bed before heading out to the kitchen. You tried to protest, wanting to tell him you weren't hungry for anything. But, the medicine you were supposed to take had to be taken with food.

So you sat quietly and let yourself doze off here and there while you listened to Jin singing while he cooked. It made you laugh to think about how motherly he was. Honestly, anytime anyone was hurt or hungry, Jin was right on it. Always caring for others. It was one of the many things you loved about him. He put others before himself, a quality that was dying out in this day and age. However, Jin made sure that people were taken care of and happy. He seemed to genuinely enjoy helping others, so you just watched in amazement as he worked in several soup kitchens and homeless shelters. He had a degree in culinary but he never did anything substantial with it. He worked low paying jobs because he wanted to help.

You knew you could never do something like that. Be so giving without expecting something in return. You worried about Jin sometimes though. He was so giving almost to a fault. People would easily take advantage of him if you hadn't stepped in on multiple occasions. Jin only wanted to see the best in people and that came with risks. No matter how much good you try to do in the world, the world will always fight back. Because some people simply don't want to be good. But Jin never saw people like that. He was always telling you that there is good in all people. Whether it be the smallest shred of light that shines through the darker soul. Or it if was someone who illuminates any room they walk in. Good exists in everything, but so does evil. You just have to try to find the good.

Although, Jin wasn't afraid to throw down when he needed to. Even though he was probably the most precious little cinnamon bun you'd ever met in your life you have seen Jin fight before. And needless to say it was a terrifying experience.

The two of you had been out drinking and that was a bad combination in that of itself. You didn't hold your liquor very well and Jin always got super serious when he was drunk.

You had been shamelessly flirting with someone the whole night, mainly just for a bit of fun to see if you still had it in you. It wasn't right to lead someone on, but you were wasted and feeling a little lonely. The man had fallen to his knees for you immediately and Jin had gotten very defensive the moment he started putting his hands on you. He even got out on the dance floor with you to make sure that the guy didn't keep creeping on you. At the time you were a little frustrated, seeing as how you were half considering taking that guy home with you. But the morning after you were insanely thankful that Jin had stepped in later on in the night.

After a few hours of dancing and fuckery the two of you had decided to call it a night. Jin was out getting the car and the weird man came up behind you and grabbing at your waist like he had been earlier in the evening.

Fear gripped your heart as you tried to fight him off.

"Come on baby, don't be like that, what about all of the fun we were having earlier? I bet we could have a lot more fun if you came back to my place with me," he murmured into your neck.

The smell of alcohol on his breath made you gag and you kept pushing at his shoulders, trying to get him away from you. But this guy wasn't budging. You started to panic when he started dragging you towards the parking lot. You had on large heels and they strapped on, so you couldn't step out of them to get traction on the ground.

"JIN!" you yelled in a panic. The guy flung you around and pushed you up against a car harshly, grinding his disgusting hard-on against your front.

"Feel that baby? That's how worked up you got me. It's your job to take care of it," he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back violently.

Suddenly, without warning, the man was on the ground and Jin was glaring at him with the scariest look you'd ever seen him have.

"If you ever touch her like that again you won't get away with just a black eye. Get the fuck out of here and if I even see you near her again, you'll fucking pay," he said in a threatening tone. The man got up without a second thought and ran off like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Jin was quick to wrap you up in his arms and shush you as you broke down. "It's my fault. I'm sorry Jagi, come on, let's go home. Yeah? I'll make your favorite ramen," he promised as he lead you towards the car.

You remember that night very well.

It was the night you had fallen in love with Jin.

Although it was a ridiculous thought, you still entertained it every now and again. You knew you loved him. But you couldn't ever be with him. He was such an incredible person who was always helping others and you were a barista on Wednesdays through Fridays and helped out in your Aunt's bookstore every once in a while. Jin had so many aspirations and you didn't know where you would be in three months. You knew you would only drag him down. So you kept your feelings tightly wrapped inside of your heart where only you could ever find them.

It was safest that way.

"Alright Jagi, here you are," Jin said walking back in and snapping you out of your thoughts. You sat up and smiled as he set down the food on the small bed table you had. The smell was enough to make your mouth water. Even when you were sick with stomach issues, Jin had a way of making you hungry.

He helped you get settled and even tried feeding you the broth.

"Jin, I can feed myself. I'm not that sick," you said, taking the spoon from him and lifting the food to your mouth. Your stomach turned a little, but nothing too bad. You kept eating and soon the whole bowl was gone.

"Wow! You ate it all! Are you still hungry? I can make more," he said, starting to stand up. You snatched his wrist and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine thanks. But I do need to take my medicine now," you said, pointing to the green bottles on the table. Jin grabbed them and handed them over, also setting down a glass of water on your bedside table. You quickly took the pills and settled back into bed. Your doctors did mention that the medicine would make you sleepy, so you cuddled your blanket while Jin took the plates out into the kitchen.

You waited patiently for him to come back so you could rope him into sleeping with you for the night. You loved sleeping with Jin because he was so warm and a perfect cuddler. But he only did it when you were really sad or sick because he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. If anything it was the exact opposite to be honest.

Jin strolled back in and smiled at you wrapped up in your blankets. You reached out your arms for him and he sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm not some big teddy bear you can sleep with whenever you want, ___," he said in a serious tone. You pouted and reached your arms out further.

"Please, I'm freezing and you're warm. Please, Jin?" you pleaded, already feeling yourself getting tired.

Jin seemed to think about it for a moment before snapping his fingers. "I'll sleep in here with you if you call me oppa," he said with a evil smile on his face.

You never called him oppa. It wasn't out of disrespect or anything, but because you honestly forgot he was older than you most of the time. He was never offended because you didn't use the honorific, but it would be funny to hear you say it. You also grew up with a half-American mother, so the honorifics weren't ever really enforced in your house.

"Jin-oppa. Will you please cuddle with me until I fall asleep because I am feeling so ill?" you asked in the most sickly sweet voice you could muster. Jin burst into laughter and nodded, crawling in next to you and wrapped you up in his arms.

His warmth flooded over your body and you sighed in satisfaction. He was so warm and you couldn't help the small groan of happiness that left you. Jin simply chuckled and rested his head on yours. Soon enough, you were falling into a deep sleep...

You were having probably the hottest dream of your life.

Jin was sat between your legs and eating you out like his life depended on it. His lips were soft and you wracked with pleasure as he continued to flick his tongue in dangerous ways. You were so wet you could feel it running down your thighs. Jin seemed to love the way you tasted because he couldn't get enough. You stared into his eyes and watched as he practically swallowed you whole. His entire mouth came over your mound and you arched your back into his warm touch.

It all felt so amazing. You knew you were close to cumming.

"____? ____? Wake up! Jagi! What's wrong?" you heard Jin's voice. You flew up in your bed and held your chest to calm your racing heart. You looked down between your legs and saw that Jin wasn't there. You felt a warm hand rubbing your back and you shuttered at the contact. It felt so good against your skin and you were undeniably horny. What the hell had gotten into you?

"Jin..." you whispered, looking at him desperately. The ache between your legs was undeniable and you were feeling so weak. Jin stood up quickly and rushed to your side.

"What is it? What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" he asked, checking you over. You groaned when he put his hands on you and it only made the ache between your thighs even more painful. You could feel the dampness in your panties and you longed for Jin to remove the useless piece of clothing and shove his cock inside of you.

"I-I need you..." you whimpered, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders.

Jin held onto your waist and pulled you onto your feet. You stood there shakily, but managed to stay standing. Jin felt your forehead and your temperature had gone down. He wasn't sure what was causing all of this.

"What do you need me to do? What's going on?" he asked, looking around for an answer.

His eyes found your pills on your bedside table and ran over to them. Leaving you cold in the middle of the room. He read the warnings and through the ingredients. Then he saw the side effects.

Increased Sexual Arousal. If encountered, please deal with immediately.

Subject will experience intense pain if not handled.

Could be threatening.

His throat went dry as he looked at you.

There was no denying it now. It was obvious just by looking at you.

You needed to be sorted out, and fast.

While Jin was searching desperately for an answer to the problem, you were becoming more and more anxious for his touch. Your knees felt so weak. All you could think about was how good his lips would feel on yours and how incredible he would feel inside of you. You could barely take anymore of this. You were sure you were going to pass out from all of the desire that flooded your veins.

"Jin, please. I need you," you whimpered, biting your lip and trying to remain on your feet. Jin seemed lost in his own world, trying to figure out what the hell to do with you.

Suddenly, your legs couldn't seem to support you anymore and you fell in a heap to the ground. Jin jumped at the action and was quick to run over to you. He pulled you into his arms and saw the reality of the situation.

"Aish. Those damn doctors. They don't know how dangerous the medicine they really give you is, now I have to do something I wish I didn't," he said softly to himself. You tugged at his shirt helplessly, dying for relief.

"Jin... Please. It hurts," you whined, rubbing your thighs together. Jin noticed and looked towards the ceiling and huffed out a sigh. He lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed.

Soon he was pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. You were almost hyperventilating with excitement. You were finally going to have sex with Jin. Something you had wanted for years now was coming true right before your eyes.

Jin was silent as he pulled off your shorts. His eyes widened at how wet you were, without any foreplay or anything. He ran a finger over your clothed center and you shuddered violently at the contact. You bit your lip and whimpered softly at his touches. The pain was starting to get worse, but ebbed every time Jin touched you exactly where you wanted him. He sighed and laid down on the bed, pulling your thighs apart and tugging your soaked panties off your legs. You couldn't even find the coherency to be bashful. Jin wasted little time and attached his lips to your center, kissing and sucking on your drenched core.

You moaned and squirmed around as Jin ate you out. He was silent while you were practically screaming for him to continue. Every little movement felt like a lightning bolt straight to your core. Instead of hoping for an orgasm like many of your other sexual encounters, you found yourself being thrown towards it as Jin continued to lick at your center. You felt him move your lips apart and start to lap at your clit with vigor. Your hips bucked up into his face as you felt the familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

"Jin... Jin!" you yelped, being unable to control yourself any longer. Your hands flew to his hair and gripped tightly as you started falling into the waves of your climax. Jin sucked gently and helped prolong your pleasure. You were lost in the sensations that you were given and you could barely think straight for a few moments.

As the afterglow set in you stared at Jin with lust filled eyes. He sat up and cleaned off his face, going to grab his shirt from the ground. You whined in protest as you sat there half naked in the cool air of your room.

Jin gave you a look of disbelief. "D-Do you still have pain?" he asked, keeping his shirt off.

The pain in your stomach came back with a vengeance and you nodded. Jin sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. After what felt like forever, he rejoined you on the bed.

"Jin, take it off," you moaned, tugging at his pants without modesty. Giving in to your desires, he removed his sweatpants and let them fall to the floor. You stared at his boxers and expected to see the normal tent that was there when guys were ready to have sex.

But there was nothing.

"Sorry," he whispered, palming himself through his boxers trying to get himself hard. You rushed forward, taking his hands away from his groin.

"Let me do that," you whispered, pulling his boxers down his thighs. He was flaccid and you weren't really sure what to do. Normally men were ready to fuck you after going down on you, but Jin was a different story. You reached out and squeezed his member, hoping that he would get hard. You needed him so badly and he realized that, but there was only so much he could do about his body's reactions. You placed your mouth over his soft length and started sucking.

And finally.

Finally.

Jin let out a small moan. Your heart swelled with hope and you started sucking harder, hoping to get him hard as fast as you could. Soon you felt him stiffening in your mouth and it was getting more difficult to fit all of him in your mouth. You relaxed your throat and started giving him a proper blow job. Jin moved your hair out of your face so it wasn't in the way and just watched you go down on him. It felt good, but he couldn't deny the guilt that was eating away at his stomach.

This was all drug induced.

What if you woke up in the morning and you hated him?

He couldn't handle that. But you were in so much pain...

You could feel he was hard enough in your mouth so you pulled away and saw the desire in his eyes. He wanted you.

Kim Seokjin wanted you just as much as you wanted him and your heart leapt into your throat.

You threw you shirt over your head and rushed to unclip your bra. You had the foresight of wearing a bra that clipped in the front. Jin stared at the skin you revealed to him. You needed him so badly and all he was doing was staring. You needed some action. Without thinking about it, you reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to your breast. You moaned as he started to mold his hand to the flesh there.

After a while, the pain in your core was too much to ignore and you grabbed onto Jin's hips and tried to pull him forward. He made an adorable yelp that melted your heart as he fell forward.

"Hang on, I don't have a condom," he said, looking at you with worry. You scoffed and opened your bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar foil packets. However, you looked at the size then at Jin's length.

He was too big for the fucking rubber.

Of course, leave it up to the most innocent person you've ever met to be packing in the cock department. You threw the condom on the floor and spread your legs anyways.

"I'm on the pill, it's fine," you said. Jin seemed hesitant, but he moved forwards regardless. He brushed against your entrance and both of you shivered at the feeling. He was so hot and throbbing and you were wet and soft. Jin pushed forward slowly, easing into you with patience.

He was huge inside of you. You threw your head back and gripped the sheets tightly. Jin seemed to be having trouble keeping himself under control. You gripped him so tightly and he was about ready to loose his mind at the feeling of you around him. He hadn't had sex in a long time and just being this close to someone again was something worth missing. Although, the feeling of being inside of your warm heat was a welcomed sensation.

"Oh, fuck, Jin," you moaned as your hips came together. He was fully inside of you. Jin couldn't believe what he had just done. He was inside of his best friend. Someone he wanted only to protect. Even if it was from himself. Shame flowed through his body, but the look of sheer bliss on your face helped ease his guilt.

Once you gave him the go ahead, he started moving. The friction sent delicious shock waves all throughout your body as Jin worked himself in and out of your tight heat. As much as he wanted this to be for your benefit alone, he could feel himself starting to loose himself to the sensations. You were so warm and inviting that Jin was finding it hard to keep in his right mind. It was hard to keep a right mind around you normally, now that he was balls deep inside of you it was proving to be a little more difficult than usual.

Jin kept moving at the same pace, in the same position for what felt like hours. You needed a change or this was going to get static very quickly. Without warning, you locked your legs around his waist and lifted yourself up and pushed him onto his back. Jin was shocked at your display of dominance. Had you really managed to push him onto his back during sex? You were lost in your own world. At this angle, Jin felt even bigger inside of you and you couldn't help but feel absolutely drunk with pleasure.

After giving yourself some time to adjust to the new angle, you started moving your hips gently on his. Jin groaned as you kept working your hips on top of his. Every movement you made caused him to let out small little whimpers that egged you on even more. You wanted him to feel just as good as you did.

"J-Jin... So good, oh fuck," you said, resting your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down along his thick shaft. Breathing was becoming difficult as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end.

Sadness crept into your bones as you realized how close you were. You didn't want this experience to end... You wanted to be like this with Jin all the time. He felt so good, better than anyone you'd ever had before in your life...

You had loved him for so long and the fact that you were finally able to express your feelings for him meant so much to you. Although, the pain was melting into white hot pleasure inside of you and you knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

"C-Close, Jin. Jin-oppa," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders. You felt his hands removing yours from his shoulders and suddenly you were on your back again. Jin was much closer to your in this position and it felt so good. He was hitting all the perfect spots inside of you and you almost cried from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Me too, Jagi," he panted, starting to pick up his pace. You cried out in ecstasy as Jin started pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your walls started tightening around his member and Jin couldn't hang on anymore and neither could you. You reached you and brought your lips to his as you rode out your climax. Jin bucked into your desperately as he sought his own release.

Scorching heat filled your stomach as Jin came. You shivered at the warmth that flooded you. Jin collapsed into your shoulder, panting and shaking with the aftermath.

Your eyelids felt heavy and you started drifting to sleep.

You felt Jin pull out of you and a slight shock went through your system.

"I'm so sorry, Jagi,"

-_-_-_-_-

Your eyes peeled open as the sunlight came through your curtains. You sat up in a rush and noticed that Jin wasn't next to you. Panic came over your senses and you flew out of the bed without a second thought.

Last nights activities rushed through your head and you looked down to find yourself in new clothes. You also smelt really nice...

Did he bathe you?

"Jin?!" you shouted out, running around like a mad woman looking for him.

Where could he have gone? Jin wasn't the kind of person to leave you alone when you weren't feeling well.

Unless of course you locked him out.

"Jin! Jin where are you!? Jin-oppa!" you shouted out the honorific, hoping that it would sway him out of hiding.

You noticed a piece of paper sitting under a plate of breakfast that was sat in the kitchen. You approached it as if it could bite you at any moment. The crisp clean hand writing had to be Jin's. You picked up the note with shaky hands and read what it said...

Jagi,

I'm sorry to leave a note like this, but there's no way I could face you after what I did. I feel so ashamed of myself... I promised I would never take advantage of you. I would never cross that line with you, but I did... Even if you don't regret it, please forget about it. It was a mistake and I shouldn't have done that to you...

You mean so much to me, which is why as much as it pains me, I have to let you go.

Forget about me, Jagi. Someone like me who takes advantage of drugged women shouldn't be around you. You're far too good for me and I hope that you find someone who will treat you right...

I wish I would've taken you out to dinner.

I wish our first kiss was under a pavilion in the moonlight.

I wish our first time was out of love, not lust.

I wish I would've told you how much I loved you before I went and messed everything up.

Goodbye, ____.

I love you, and I always will.

~ Kim Seokjin

Tears were pouring down your face.

That complete IDIOT!

Did he not know? Did he not see?!

You ran to your front door and threw your boots on, not even thinking to grab a jacket out in the cold. Your feet carried your down your stairs and out of the apartment building. You had to find him. You had to tell him.

The wind was cold as it bit at your exposed skin, but everything felt numb if you didn't have him. He was all you wanted. He was all you needed. If you could have him, you didn't care what happened to you, as long as he was there with you. Everyone was glancing at you as if you were a mad women, but they didn't matter.

All that mattered was him.

You ran furiously through the streets and down the alleyways that were infested with a bunch of things that you cared not to notice. You ran until your legs ached and your lungs burned, but you couldn't give up now. Not when you were so close.

Finally you made it to Jin's apartment building. You ran inside and were greeted by the lobby man Yoongi.

"Yoongi," you panted, practically falling onto the ground in front of the desk. He got up and helped you stand as he gave you a glass of water.

"Why did you run in here like a bat out of hell without any winter clothes on? Are you just asking for hypothermia or what?" he asked, throwing a jacket over your shoulders as you shivered.

"D-Did Jin c-come here at-t all t-t-oday?" you stuttered out. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, he looked pretty rough. Do you know what happened to him?" he asked, sitting down in his chair. But before he could warm up some coffee for you, you were off again, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. "W-wait! ____! What's going on!?"

You could barely hear his voice as you took the stairs two at a time, shivering all the way. Tears were pouring down your face as you finally made it to Jin's apartment. You mustered all the courage you had and knocked firmly on the door three times.

There was shuffling behind the door and soon Jin was opening the door. He didn't look much better than you. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking up in odd places. Before he could shut the door in your face you hauled off and slapped him across the face.

Hard.

He stood there in silence and held his cheek.

"You... C-Complete IDIOT!" you screamed. Jin remained motionless. "Do you have any idea what that fucking note did to me?!" you sobbed.

"____-" you cut him off.

"Don't. Not until I'm done," you said sternly. Jin nodded and kept his head hung low. "You think that you took advantage of me? A girl who's been in love with you for years?! I'm the one who isn't good for you Seokjin! I'm absolute shit! I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life! I don't know what I want to be or who I want to be, but I know one thing for damned sure. That I want to be with you. Even though I'm not good enough for you! You help so many people and I just sit on my ass all day and go to work and try to keep my head above water. You go out and make a fucking difference. And I love you so much for that! You want to see the best in people, even if it's barely there! You did not take advantage of me Kim Seokjin. I have wanted you for so long, and I finally had you. We finally got to be together in a way I have wanted for years. Then when I wake up in the morning, you're gone and all I get is a fucking note? You don't have the heart to face me after what we did? I'm more hurt over the fact that I woke up alone after I gave everything I had to you. You didn't take it Jin, it was given. Any part of me is yours, if you want me. Always," you breathed, feeling the tears flowing freely.

Jin looked at you with a shocked expression.

"J-Jagi, you love me too?" he asked. You nodded and sniffled, wiping your eyes.

"I love you so much, Jin," you whimpered.

Soon you were enveloped in a warm embrace. Jin held onto your shaking form as the two of you clung to each other for dear life. Fearing, that, if you let go for a single moment you would wake up. It would be a dream and the two of you would be alone once again.

Jin kissed your head soothingly, rubbing your back in calming circles. You cried into his neck as he shed tears of his own.

Finally, the two of you had enough courage to pull away from each other. Jin wiped your tears away and planted a sweet kiss to your lips.

"I love you so much, Jagiya, and I'm so sorry that I left you alone," he said, holding your face in his hands.

"I love you too Jin-oppa," you giggled before launching forward and sealing your lips together in an endearing kiss.

Fucking Finally

First things first, I did take inspiration from a different story. It's Yoongi X Reader fic, I don't remember the name but this is where the story generates from. However mine will be different.

So if any of you know the story that I am referring to, send me a link so I can credit the author appropriately.

"Oh fuck you Tae!" you screamed as you slammed your controller down on the table. Taehyung laughed as he watched his character throwing yours around in defeat. '

You had invited him over to play some video games with you, seeing as how you'd just gotten a new gaming system. He offered to help you set it up if he could play on it with you. Since your asshole of an ex decided he wanted to dick down another girl while you were days away from celebrating your year and a half anniversary.

"Ha ha! I am the greatest! Come on, ___, tell me I'm the best," he chuckled swinging his arm over your shoulder. You scoffed and pushed his arm off, walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you.

Taehyung was quick to follow you. The two of you drank some water and tried to decide if you wanted to try to play another game or not. You had bought quite a few new games  and you and Tae had only played a few of them. Plus, Tae didn't have to work today, so he was all yours so to speak.

"So, do you want to watch me play Skyrim for a little while?" you asked. "I need to go to Solitude and kill some of the guards for gold," you suggested taking your glass back to the living room. Taehyung followed you and sat down on the couch before laying his head on your lap. You eyed him curiously.

"Go on, I won't bother you," he said, sipping out of his cup dangerously.

You sighed, but relented and let him lay on your lap. After a while you were just running around and not doing much of anything in Skyrim, when all of a sudden a dragon appeared.

"Oh SHIT!" you screamed, gripping onto your controller and scrambling to try and get your shouts ready.

And then, not surprisingly, you died.

Taehyung was fighting off giggling as he watched you pitch a fit.

"Oh shut up Tae! You know that dragon is hard to kill! I'd like to see you do it!" you yelled, slamming the controller down on the ground.

Twenty minute later you were choking him on the couch with the wires of the lamp on the side of the table.

"Sorry! ____-ah!" he said struggling to keep you from fully strangling him.

"You just had to go and show me up didn't you! Huh? You like watching me run around like a chicken with it's head cut off for almost three hours while I try desperately to kill the damned dragon! My name is Taryn Moonrise I am a Dark Elf and a Mage of Skyrim and leader of the Thieves guild and I will end you!" you shrieked, fighting him.

"I am sorry! I'll reload it and make it so you can kill it this time! You've seen me do it so now you know how, think of it as a walkthrough in real life!" he yelped.

You paused and thought through that scenario.

It did seem fair enough.

"Fine. You live this time Elinjar Nightwing," you grumbled before sitting down on the couch beside him. You felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you couldn't fight the smile the crept onto your lips.

Taehyung had been your friend for so long and even though you two could be a little explosive at times, you knew that you cared for each other very deeply. He'd helped you through your suicidal phase and your dick of an ex-boyfriend who consistently made you feel like you weren't good enough. You'd helped him through the rough times with the pressure of being himself and not trying to be someone else. The two of you were thicker than thieves and everything you did, you did it together.

"Snuggle with me, I'm cold," he said, opening his arms wider for you. Not being able to resist you crawled into his lap and curled up in his warmth. He sighed happily as you both slowly started falling asleep.

-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off. You saw Taehyung cuddling your waist as he snuggled into your stomach. A smile spread across your face and you brushed his hair out of his face.

Your heart lurched at the feelings he gave you, but, you couldn't do much more about it... It's the most cliched thing in existence, but, you didn't want to ruin your friendship... You valued it more than anything...

Finally you looked at your phone and you almost threw up.

EX: I'm on my way up in the elevator. You better be ready to talk things out with me. I'm the best you're ever going to get.

Dread filled your stomach as you tried to think of a way to get him to leave...

You shook Taehyung awake and he groaned with annoyance.

"What is it? It's like, five in the morning," he complained.

"My ex is on his way up, we need to think of something quick to make sure he doesn't come in," you said, showing him the text.

Taehyung's eyes darkened in anger and he snatched your phone from you, ready to write a reply. You grabbed the device quickly, making sure that he didn't send anything that the two of you would regret later.

"Let me at that asshat," he growled, going to stand up. You wrapped your arms around him and tried as hard as you could to keep him from going after your ex.

"Tae! Don't! I don't want to have a lawsuit on our heads. But, we could get revenge on him in a safer way," you said, feeling the cogs turning in your head.

"What would that be?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and anger burning in his eyes.

You smirked and beckoned him forward with your finger. He followed and came closer. "We mess up our clothing a little, make some ridiculous moaning sounds and answer the door, he'd be so embarrassed he wouldn't even know what the fuck he walked in on! I can just see the look on his face, it'll be priceless," you said, thinking about shocked expression that would be on your ex.

"You mean pretend we're fucking to get him to go away?" Taehyung said, raising an eyebrow.

"If you wouldn't mind," you said, shying away slightly.

It got awkwardly silent in the room as Taehyung stared at you with blank eyes.

Just as you were about to suggest something else, Taehyung started laughing. His eyes were watering and he appeared to be in pain from laughing so hard.

"Oh my God! That's perfect! Let's do it," he chuckled. You felt the anxiety from earlier lift off your chest as you saw Taehyung smile.

You got another text from your ex.

EX: I'm heading down the hall. You know I hate waiting.

Taehyung took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. You rustled up your shirt and hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"___. Let me in," he announced.

You did everything you could to make sure you didn't laugh. But you managed not to laugh and you let out a ridiculous moan.

Taehyung almost burst into laughter again, but he kept himself quiet. He let out a groan with a high pitched squeal on the end. You smacked your hand on the wall like he was fucking you into the wall.

The longer the two of you went on like this, the less silly it got and the more realistic. He started saying your name and you started chanting his.

Your heart started to race and you couldn't help but get a little excited because of him...

He was handsome. That was something you couldn't deny. And, even better, he had a winning personality. Loyal, caring and kind. All things that your worthless ex never had. And the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy. The way he lit up a room when he walked in.

Everything he did seemed to seduce you and make you love him a little more each day. But you could never tell him that. How could you?

Oh hey Tae, I want to fuck your brains out cause I've loved you for about three years. Sound good to you?

The knocking on your door became more violent and you decided that you would scramble to answer it.

You pulled the door open and saw your ex standing there fuming.

"Oh. It's you," you grumbled, standing back and crossing your arms. He took in your appearance and seemed to grow in anger.

"Seems like you're the slut you've always been. Glad I caught you like this so I don't come back to a stretched out whore," he growled, his words hitting you like poison.

A warm arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a warm body. Taehyung was glaring at your ex with a viciousness you hadn't seen in a long time.

"I think you should back off mate. She's not yours anymore. She's mine, and I don't like the way you're talking to the women I love. Something you never did," he hissed, bringing you in even closer to him.

The women he loves?

You?

No... Surely he only said that to scare the douche bag on your front step away?

Right?

"Ah, Taehyung. You've always been a slave to your dick. She must still be tight then, cause I know you can't give it to her as good as I could," he chuckled, crossing his arms.

Without any warning Taehyung stepped forward and flung his fist into your ex's nose. A sickening crack echoed throughout the hall as he stumbled backwards and hit the ground on his ass. You gasped and held your mouth in shock.

Taehyung wasn't a violent person. To see him actually throw a punch was something unheard of. But it happened. And he had done it for you.

Your ex scrambled to his feet and proceeded to shout profanities as he ran down the hall like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Taehyung was staring down the hallway with a blank expression on his face.

You didn't give it much thought before you walked forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

"Thank you Tae... Thank you so much," you whispered, kissing his back in an affectionate manner.

The sensation sent a chill down his spine as he turned to you and cradled your face in his hands.

"Why...? Why did you have to date someone like him when I have been here the whole God damned time?" he whispered, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. You leaned into his touch, like you always did because you felt safest in his arms.

"Because I didn't want to risk anything we had out of a silly crush... You mean so much more to me than that," you said, hanging onto his wrists.

"Is it really just a silly crush? Or is it something deeper?" he said pulling you close to him.

The atmosphere between the two of you had changed.

It was serious now.

The two of you had already said too much.

What more did you have to lose?

Without much more though, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm against your own, making you sigh with contentment. Taehyung was stiff at first, but eased into your advances willingly. He brought his hands down to your hips from your shoulders and rubbed the skin that was showing.

You started walking backwards towards your apartment door, smiling as Tae followed so your kiss didn't break. Taehyung kicked your door shut as the two of you slowly edged towards your bedroom. You pulled your tank top off as you made it to the bedroom.

The sound of your mattress squeaking filled the room, as well as the pants coming from you and Taehyung as your lungs desperately asked for air. But, the desire to have your lips on his was far too great.

He was hovering over you, pressing delicate little kisses on your neck and collarbones. You couldn't help the small mewl that had escaped your lips. His lips felt so incredible against your skin. It felt as though every nerve ending in your body was on fire. And he hadn't even touched you where you really wanted him to.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked breathlessly, pulling away from you for just a moment.

"Of course, Taehyung... I want you more than anything. B-Because I love you," you whispered, blushing a deep red.

"Then I won't keep you waiting," he growled seductively, lowering his body against your own.

Everything was slow. You two had nothing to rush. You had all the time in the world.

Taehyung was patient, as well as you. Because this was all about learning the new sides to each other.

What made you cry out his name in a way that he was anticipating.

If you moved your hips just right, what sound would he make?

There was a lot of learning to be done. And the two of you were taking your time.

You unbuttoned Taehyung's jeans and pushed your hand inside, eager to feel him. He was hard and thick against your palm and you could feel yourself get wetter at the thought of him inside of you.

Taehyung pulled the clothing from your waist down off, leaving you bare to him except for you bra.

"I think the clothing ratio here is a little unfair," you stated, tugging on his jeans, wanting them off his lithe frame.

He was quick to comply with your demands as he pulled his pants off, throwing them only to have them be forgotten on your floor.

Your lips were back on his as he grinded his clothed member against you. You couldn't hold back your moan as you felt his hard cock against your bare wetness. How had you resisted this for so long? How could you deny your love for this man for these past years?

All of it didn't matter now though, because you were going to be together now.

At least, that's what you were hoping for.

Taehyung had you sit up and undid the clasp on your bra, throwing it to the floor as well. You gasped when his hot tongue met your chilled flesh. He swirled his tongue around your nipple while his hand palmed your other breast.

"Oh, Tae... That feels so good," you encouraged, tangling your fingers in his hair as he suckled at the delicate skin. He started sucking harder and biting gently, causing you to buck up against his body. A groan escaped him as your core bumped into his throbbing erection.

It wasn't going to be much longer now...

Taehyung moved from your breasts down your stomach and hips, leaving wet kisses the whole way down. He gently eased your legs apart, kissing your thigh with a gentleness you'd never experienced before. He seemed concerned if you truly wanted to do this or not.

"Please Tae... I want you, hurry," you begged, rubbing your breasts in his absence. He watched you with lustful eyes as he lowered his mouth against you. You cried out in pleasure, feeling his tongue move expertly over your womanhood. Every flick of his tongue had you trembling with satisfaction that was driving you towards an edge that was approaching you scarily fast. You'd never really found a man going down on you that enjoyable, but you wouldn't say no to this ever again.

You had a feeling that he would be good at this from being his friend for so long. The damn boy couldn't keep his tongue in his fucking mouth... But you weren't really complaining about that now.

Taehyung teased you with one of his long fingers, pushing in to the knuckle.

"Holy fuck you're tight around my finger... I can't wait to feel you around my cock," he groaned to himself. Although his dirty talk made you clench involuntarily around his digit.  Slowly, Taehyung eased his finger out of you. You were about to protest when you felt his finger going back inside of you and his mouth lowered down on your mound again. All of the sensations sent shockwaves through your body as you were thrown off the edge of orgasm without much warning.

The rush of pleasure flooded through your veins as Taehyung helped you through the intensity by kissing your thighs and easing the movement of his fingers.

You lay there, almost boneless after your orgasm. Taehyung pulled his fingers out of you and licked the erotically, stirring the sensations in the pit of your stomach all over again.

"You got an orgasm baby, you ready for another one?" he asked, pulling his underwear off.

His long cock smacked his stomach as he flung his underwear. You stared at it with longing and desire. You scrambled to your knees and stroked his length a few times before lowering your mouth onto him to get him wet for you. Even though you were thoroughly drenched for him already.

Taehyung moaned as you continued to suck his dick and play with his balls. He let out delicious little whimpers and gasps that had you working even more enthusiastically to put him over the edge.

However, Taehyung had other ideas.

"As much as I would love to finish in your mouth baby... I have a better place in mind for that. Open your legs for me?" he asked sweetly while looking at you with such a lustful expression it made your soul ache.

You turned around and got on all fours, angling yourself towards him with an eagerness that burned within your heart. Taehyung chuckled at you before rubbing his length against your slit in a teasing manner. You gasped and leaned your hand on your hands.

Slowly, but surely, Taehyung eased himself inside of you. The stretching hurt a little, but the filling sensation you received was much better than any small amount of discomfort. You could feel his hips meet yours and the two of you were utterly still. You weren't sure if you were breathing for a small moment.

He was inside of you.

Your best friend was balls deep inside of you right now.

And it was the best feeling in the entire world.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt at all?" he asked sweetly, kissing your shoulder. You shook your head vigorously, fighting back a string of cuss words that threatening to leave your mouth due to the enormous amount of pleasure you were feeling. Taehyung smiled and kissed down your spine before straightening his back and beginning to move his hips in a gentle way.

Unlike the rough fucking you were expecting from him, he was going slow and taking his time.

Not that it didn't feel good, because it felt incredible. He was hitting you in just the right places and the pace felt good to get you adjusted to his length.

"You feel so good around me... God, how could I wait so long to have you like this?" he asked aloud. You giggled and started to meet his thrusts with your hips.

The loud sound of skin on skin resonated through the room. As well as your high pitched moans mixing with Taehyung's low, gravelly voice.

He kept saying vulgar things into your ears while fucking into you at the perfect pace. At the same time, his hands found your breasts again as he started to bang inside of you a little harder than before.

The sudden change made you cry out in surprise and pleasure. He was so deep inside of you, you could practically feel him in your stomach.

"Tae, faster, please... I want more," you whined, gripping onto the bed sheets as Taehyung continued to fuck you at a steady pace.

Hearing your plea, Taehyung started to move his hips faster against you. The new pace sent electricity through your body. You could feel Taehyung's finger tips digging into your ass, forcing your body backwards on his cock. You looked over your shoulder and saw his sweaty bangs hanging in his face. You wanted so badly to push them out of his face and watch him loose himself in bliss.

Taehyung seemed to sense your desire to change positions, because soon he was out of you and you were on your back. He didn't waste anytime to be back inside of you, however. The new position was better because you could actually see his face as he fucked you. His eyes scrunched up as he focused on how he was moving his hips. He looked determined.

You reached up and brushed his sweaty bangs from his face, holding his cheeks afterwards. Taehyung slowed his pace a little bit, looking into your eyes. You gave him a smile and a particularly drawn out moan before leaning forwards and sealing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Taehyung reveled in the contact and held your waist as he started to go even faster.

You were sure how much more you could take before you broke. The tension in your lower stomach was burning so badly and you wanted nothing more than to cum. But you knew that Taehyung was close as well...

You wanted to cum with him.

"Tae... Close," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your foreheads together. He nodded and started moving at an alarmingly fast rate, striking fire in your veins.

The faster he moved, the more you could hold back your moans.

"Tae! Oh fuck me Taehyung! That feel so good, right there. Oh God I'm cumming. Shit! Oh fuck!" you screamed as the pressure in your stomach released.

You tightened down on Taehyung's length and you felt warmth spreading through your core.

After a few moments, Taehyung's back loosened and you ran your nails down his spine gently, soothing him. You kissed his head and down his cheek to his chin, ending at his lips with an endearing kiss. The two of you smiled at each other with big cheesy grins.

"Fucking finally," he said, pulling out of you and jogging to the bathroom. When he returned he had a washcloth in his hands. As well as a t-shirt for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself.

After helping you clean up, the two of you were laying in each others arms. You looked up at Taehyung with curiosity in your eyes.

"Taehyung?" you asked, rubbing his arm affectionately.

He peaked one eye open and looked down at you. "Yeah?" he responded, snuggling you closer.

"I was wondering what you meant by finally... Finally getting to have sex with me or what?" you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. Taehyung sat up quickly and shook his head.

"No no! Remember earlier when dickface was here? I-I said I loved you, and that's what I was saying finally about... I have been hiding it for so long and I fucking finally grew the balls and said it out loud in front of you instead of in front of my mirror at home. I finally got to show you how much I love you as well. That's what I was relieved about. Although the sex was a plus, I must say," he giggled, pulling you into his arms again, kissing your head.

"I love you too Tae... Can you show me how to kill that dragon again?"

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don't know if I can go through with this," you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it's not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He's worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here," she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

"Well, he wants to meet you, so... If you don't want to go through with this after you meet him I'm certainly not going to make you. It's all up to you dear. I'll see you afterwards," your agent said before leaving the room.

You had only been in three adult movies before and they were kind of shit. The guy wasn't that great and the people you were working with weren't the nicest.

Your agent decided that you were made for the higher up in production value movies. That were actual movies. You managed to snag the main role in this film and it was your first day on set.

The character you were portraying was the young apprentice of a very power wizard. You are in love with him and want to get him to have sex with you. Your character brews a potion and gives it to him in a drink and suddenly he fucks you.

If you were being honest, you were getting wet just thinking about Jimin.

He was well known and you had been dying to work with him... But.

You were very new to the industry and you didn't want to disappoint him. God forbid he get flaccid in the middle of a take.

Also, having sex in front of a camera still made you a little nervous.

You were insecure about your body and had all of the insecurities that most women did. You were worried about your weight and the way that you looked when you left the house.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking towards the door.

You stared in amazement as Jimin walked through the door with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey! You're ___, right? It's so great to meet you!" he said walking over and offering you an embrace like you were an old friend. You stepped into his arms hesitantly, but gave him a timid little hug.

Once he pulled away he chuckled.

"W-what?" you asked, curious as to why he was laughing.

"Oh, sorry. It's just, I can see why they picked you for the role. You're so shy, and so is your character. But, I just wanted to come in and ask for a safe word and things that are off limits," he said, sitting down.

You chewed on your lip and nodded, sitting down as well.

"Uh... Thank you. And, um, no degrading language other than what is scripted. Being called a slut and a whore don't turn me on at all... No anal... Biting is fine and encouraged. Blood play is fine also. Finishing inside is also fine, seeing as how it's scripted. Also, no choking please," you said, listing all of your normal rules.

Jimin was listening intently the whole time.

After you were done he gave a nod.

"So, no degrading language other than what's scripted. No anal. But biting is something you like," he winked after that, sending a rush of heat through your body. "As well as blood play, something not a lot of people are into, interesting kink. And finishing is scripted inside but if you aren't on any kind of contraceptive then I'm pulling out. And no choking. That's not something I like either. Hurting other's isn't really my thing. But, thanks for sharing all of that! I feel like I know you a little better know as well," he gave another adorable smile.

He was way too cute to be in the adult film industry.

"I-Is there anything you don't want me to do? Consent goes both ways," you stated, looking up from your knees.

"Ah, so kind of you to ask. Um, just don't try to stick anything up my ass and I think we'll be fine... Also, no teeth on the blow job part please? But, that's kind of a universal isn't it? But you didn't tell me your safe word," he pointed out.

"Oh! It's stop with three taps from my hand," you said, giving him the information he wanted.

"Stop with three taps. I'll make sure that you won't have to use it," he gave another smile and you were wondering how much pain he would put you through before the pleasure would arrive.

Seriously, those smiles were killing you inside.

"Do you have a safe word?" you asked, wanting to make sure he had the right to stop if he wanted to.

"End. Simple enough. Although, I haven't had to use mine yet, have you?" he asked, getting comfortable in the chair across from you.

"Yeah, a few times. People in the cheaper movies are way rougher than necessary," you commented, rubbing your elbows.

Jimin got a look of anger on his face. "That's ridiculous. Just because the funding is less doesn't mean that you deserve to get treated like a piece of meat, what the hell happened?" he questioned, seeming to want to know more.

"Uh, well... He ignored my choking rule, so we had to stop. We didn't finish filming because I wasn't comfortable enough to continue," you said, trying hard not to let the bad memory affect you.

"That fuckhead, you better not give me his information cause I'll royally screw that guy over," he growled.

You'd never seen someone so angry about the situation before... Your parents had passed on and you didn't have any siblings. It makes working in an adult industry much easier. Seeing as how you didn't have to face anyone about working in it.

"Honestly, I just try to leave it behind me. I trust you, so, let's do a good job today. Yeah?"

You offered your hand for him to shake and he took it, before leaning down and kissing your hand gently. Heat rushed to your cheeks and Jimin smiled brightly.

"You're so cute. Just a kiss on the hand and you're blushing. So sweet. I can't wait to do our scene today."

And with a mysterious look, Jimin got up out of the chair and left the room.

You were drenched in your panties and he didn't even kiss you or anything. His hands were strong and his arms looked incredible. His lips were so plush and everything about him seemed to lure you in.

A few minutes later your agent wandered in the door. You looked up at her and she was staring at you with a look on her face.

"You want to do it now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

You nodded hesitantly and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Uh, he's really nice. I think we'll do really well together," you said, trying to avoid the tutting that was sure to follow.

"I told you. He's the best, and he's the best for a reason. His charisma is unmatched. His sex appeal is through the roof and the ladies love him. But, the goal is for the men to love you. You need to make sure that you affect him just as much as he affects you. Remember the audience," she stated.

Another knock at the door rang through the room. You and your agent looked up and saw the director standing there.

"Hello ladies! It's time for us to get started! Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip.

You nodded and stood up, fixing your robes and such to fall correctly. He gave you a smile and ushered you out the door to the set.

-_-_-_-_-

It was hot under the lights and you and Jimin had been filming the actual movie portions all day.

Right now, you were giving him the potion that was supposed to make him want to fuck you.

You poured the water in a glass of grape soda. Jimin was reading some books with glasses on in such a way that was dangerous to your heart. He looked so serious sitting there.

"Ah, thank you. You can set that right here," he said, gesturing to his desk. The desk you were going to be bent over in a few minutes. You did as you were told and put the glass on the table.

As Jimin drank the drink you sat down in the chair sitting opposite the desk. He finished the drink and set the glass down.

Suddenly, Jimin started getting flustered. You knew that it was going to be time soon.

"Alright and cut! Jimin go get yourself hard and come back," the director said. Jimin nodded and walked out of the room. "Do you need anything, ___? Water or something like that? Lube?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.

"No, I'm alright," you smiled.

Jimin came back a few minutes later with an obvious tent in his boxers. You swallowed hard and tried to fight back the blush that threatened to rise up on your cheeks.

"Alright, we'll stop after the blow job. Improv from you to as long as it goes within the script parameters. Audio running. Standing by. ACTION!" he shouted.

You watched as Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... sir? Are you alright?" you asked, following the script for as long as you could.

"Don't call me sir, it makes me think some inappropriate things about my apprentice..."

You flushed pink and bit your lip seductively.

"W-what if I said that I was alright with you thinking inappropriately about me?" you asked. Jimin's head snapped up and he looked at you with dilated pupils. You pushed his books off his desk and crawled up on the table and straddled him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a nervous look.

"I can't do this... You're my apprentice, this is wrong," he breathed, running his hands over your body. You took his hand and placed it on your breast, gaining confidence as you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.

"It's not wrong if we don't tell anyone... I won't say anything. If you promise not to say anything, then we'll be safe. I need you so bad sir. Please, fuck me," you whimpered, rubbing your center against his. Jimin let out a strangled moan.

Without much else of a warning, Jimin was stood up. You squealed lightly and clung onto him so you didn't fall and ruin the take. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, securing you in place. The sound of books falling to the floor startled you, although you remained in character.

The wood pressed into your back as Jimin set you down on the desk. You reached forward and connected your lips to his in a shy kiss. He was eager to respond, mashing his lips with yours in a seductive manner.

No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. If you had full time access to his lips, you'd probably be in heaven.

His lips wandered down your throat and to your chest. Jimin pulled at the outfit and managed to pull the robe off of your body. The lingerie piece that had been selected sat delicately on your frame. Jimin swallowed hard and you relished in the fact that you had that effect on him. Either that or he was an exceptional actor.

You watched his eyes dilate in lust and desire as his lips reconnected to your flesh. He kissed down your stomach and made it to your panties. You knew you were drenched, but he stilled looked up in surprise.

"You're so wet..."

A flush of red went through your cheeks. Jimin was staring unabashedly at your center with longing.

"Y-you'd better do something about it," you whispered.

Jimin seemed to come out of his daze and attached his mouth to your core. A startled moan escaped you as you felt pleasure rip through your center. His lips were so plump and hot against you that you could hardly speak.

Even with your panties on it felt incredible. You could hardly wait for when all of his clothes came off as well.

"Take my panties off sir, I want to feel your mouth on me. Please sir, I can't wait," you whined, tugging on the sleeves of his robes. Jimin smiled at your eagerness and complied with your demands.

You watched as he slowly dragged the intricate material down your legs and onto the floor. He touched your legs and looked at you for confirmation to continue. You parted your legs and watched as he took in what lay between your thighs.

You'd never seen such a good actor. He was so entranced by you. You were drenched and in desperate need of sorting out and Jimin was rock hard against his thigh. It was so painful and he needed to get off, but you came first in his mind.

His lips came down on your center and you managed a strangled moan. His mouth was so hot and he was obviously talented in this particular area of sex. You cried out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves and sneakily dipped into your sex for a moment. Jimin's hands rubbed up your hips and wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

"Mmm, you taste amazing... How have I kept my hands off of you for this long? I deserve a reward," he mumbled into your core.

"You're getting it right now," you whipped back. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at you and seemed entertained by your remark.

"And I intend to enjoy every moment of it," he said, pulling away from your sex. You keened in annoyance. Jimin simply smiled at your whining and pulled his robe over his head.

Oh sweet fuck...

Was that ever an incredible sight.

You watched in amazement as his stomach flexed and his arms were revealed to you. He was ripped. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy who was giving you adorable smiles in the dressing room as you chatted.

His boxers didn't stand a chance against you. Without much more hesitation you lunged forward and yanked his underwear down and your hand was on his cock within an instant. Jimin let out a delicious little moan that you got on your knees and swallowed as you latched your lips onto his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned in pleasure as you ran your hand over his throbbing length. You could feel him bucking into your palm as you made out on the desk. Everyone in the room was dead silent and the only thing you could hear were the fans that were going to keep your cool and the sound of Jimin and you making out.

Finally, Jimin pulled his mouth away from yours. Not before biting down on your lip and pulling. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed your hand on his cock.

"I know something that would be better than your hand on my cock, baby," he said. You nodded and got down on your hands and knees.

It didn't take another word between the two of you before your mouth was enveloping his dick. Jimin let out a low groan and pulled your hair away from your face. He wanted to watch every little motion you did. Every wince from his cock being too big for your mouth. Every choke as you tried to take more and more of him in your gorgeous mouth.

You hummed on his cock and watched as his knees trembled ever so slightly. His back arched a bit and shoved more of his length into your mouth. You gagged and your eyes watered and Jimin backed off, letting you breath for a moment. He even went as far as to clean the spit off of your mouth before easing his length back in.

Eventually the crew gave you two the go ahead and Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"And cut for the beginning portions! Lets fix her make-up a big and Jimin keep yourself up. Set the blanket in the shot so we can see it."

The director kept going on about what he wanted and where it was. Jimin was still hard as fuck and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

Your make-up woman came over and fixed your running mascara.

Once everything was touched up, Jimin came back over and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself in an appealing position.

Everyone got into place and set up for the remainder of the shoot.

"Alright. No more stopping until we get the finish inside. Audio rolling. Camera rolling, standby... ACTION!"

Jimin grabbed the blanket on the shelf and threw it on the table, while still managing to hang onto you. After he adjusted the blanket he set you on your back and walked in between your legs.

"Is this really alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he said. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't scripted, but you honestly couldn't pull yourself away from his lips.

He took it as your consent and started running his fingers over your lower lips, spreading your wetness all over your womanhood.

"Please hurry sir, I need you," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder.

Jimin nodded and pumped himself a few more times before pushing inside of you. You groaned at his size and length as he slowly eased inside of you. Jimin groaned and gasped as you clenched and adjusted around him.

"Jesus Christ you're so tight. How could you be so tight around me, baby?" he asked, licking his lips as they dried. You bit your lip and tried to think of something to say back, but all you could do was moan.

Jimin didn't seem to mind as he started to ease back and work himself into you. His dick was incredible inside of you. He was brushing against your G-spot immediately. You cried out and and arched your back into him.

Finally, you felt Jimin's hips meeting yours.

"Oh fuck... You alright? Because I need a minute," he whispered as he bit into your neck. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline and kissed his jaw.

"I'm okay," you whispered.

After a few moments Jimin started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. You cried out in shock and covered it as a moan of pleasure. There was slight pain at the adjustments but otherwise it felt incredible.

He knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. Every little movement of his hips felt so good as he worked himself in and out of your tight heat. Jimin was becoming wrecked very quickly, although you had heard things about his stamina.

Was this just an act?  

You weren't sure.

All you knew is that he felt amazing and you could feel the startings of our orgasm approaching quickly.

After a while, Jimin seemed to get tired of the position you were in. The director nodded and the two of you changed it up.

Jimin had you get on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind. He felt much larger inside of you than he did before and he was hitting spots that you didn't even know existed.

Another thing that was turning you on was how much Jimin was playing to your kinks.

He would bite your shoulder and your neck, giving you that twinge of pain that made excitement pool in your stomach.

He was so large inside of you that you felt he was going to ruin you, but you didn't particularly care at this point. It felt too good for you to care about anything but him.

You didn't even know that you were filming anymore. All you cared about was the pleasure you were experiencing and the pleasure that Jimin was receiving from you as well.

Where were you?

Who were you?

Did it matter?

Did anything but you and him matter at this point?

Jimin seemed to be thinking similar things as he picked up the pace behind you.

"God you feel so good, I can't resist you any longer... I-I need you to be mine," he groaned.

The lewd sound of skin smacking on skin filled the room as you cried out your pleasure.

"I want to be yours! Make me yours sir!" you cried out, trying desperately to remember any parts of the script guidelines to talk about.

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he asked, even though it was already predetermined.

"Inside, cum inside me, please," you pleaded, running your nails across the desk you were set on.

Jimin kissed your back, before giving it a stingy little nip. You gasped as he did so.

Suddenly, he started pounding into you at an alarming rate. He was going so hard you thought he was going to fuck you off the table. But you didn't particularly mind that fact, it would be a work related injury anyways.

What a trip to the doctor's office that would be.

To snap you out of your humorous thoughts Jimin smacked into your pussy harshly. Your elbows collapsed and you fell against the table with a groan. Jimin was startled, but gripped onto your ass and started going even harder than he was before.

You could feel the pressure rising, getting closer to snapping. Jimin reached around the two of you and pressed his fingers into your clit, giving you that extra bit of pleasure to fall over the edge.

You cried out and started shaking and clenching around him.

"Fuck baby," he croaked out. You felt hot warmth splashing inside of you.

You shook with pleasure and collapsed on the table once Jimin pulled out of you.

After a few moments the crew started cleaning up and you were given a wash cloth. Jimin walked over with a serious look on his face.

What was wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

You didn't hear his safe word!

"You're going to be out of a job," he said.

Your stomach dropped and you didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to burst into tears, Jimin rushed forward and kissed you with such a fierceness that you hadn't expected.

"You're going to be out of a job because no one but me will be fucking you ever again."

Better than Fiction

Hello all!

New story for you today!

Don’t own the picture

"And then she swirled her tongue around his luscious length-"

"Jagi? What are you doing?"

You jumped in surprise at the sound of your boyfriend of a year an a half calling out to you. A sigh escaped your lips as you shut your laptop and picked up your writing note book with a frustrated sigh.

"Writing, what else would I be doing?" you asked, scribbling down some notes.

Jungkook walked over to your side and plopped down, throwing his arm around you and forcing you into nonconsensual cuddle time.

Oh fine, it was consensual.

How could it not be when you're boyfriend was the embodiment of a bunny?

"Hanging out with the best person in the whole world?" he suggested, hinting at himself.

"Natsu from Fairy Tail isn't here, so I don't know what you're thinking about," you sassed, writing furiously.

You and Jungkook had been dating for a longtime, and he knew you were weird from the moment the two of you met.

It was a rainy day in Seoul and you were sitting in a cafe writing a fan fiction. It was what you spent your days doing. You weren't ashamed of it, because it was creative writing, and there was nothing wrong with letting your creativity out for many to enjoy. It was one of the appeals for you to start writing.

Anyways, rain.

The thunder shook the small coffee shop as your fingers flew over the keys. You heard the front door to the shop open, but nothing was going to stop you from finishing this work today. Your followers expected a story to be published today, and you'd be damned if that was going to waste.

Suddenly, a cold hand was placed on your shoulder.

You jumped up and your laptop fell to the ground with a crash.

A gasp rang out through the store and you looked at the shards of glass all over the ground. You turned to the asshole and were prepared to royally beat the shit out of them, but, you were confronted with the most handsome creature you'd ever seen in your life.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'll get you another one, what kind is that?" he asked, looking down at the appliance on the floor.

"Oh fuck," you said, staring at him. The man before you gave an odd look and waved his hand in front of your face.

"You alright?" he asked, settling his hands on his sides.

"You're hot, I can't get mad at you. Damn fucking hot people," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

He smiled and seemed to get closer.  "So, you think I'm hot?" he asked, looking for a stroke to his ego.

"Yes, of course you are, now shut up and fix that damn laptop," you said, pointing angrily to the shattered bundle of life for all internet addicts.

"Well, um... I don't think I can fix something that is beyond repair. But I do think I can get you another one," he offered.

You shuffled around on your feet but decided against it.

"No, that's alright. It's my fault for jumping up like a mad woman," you said, leaning down to examine the scene. The man lowered himself as well, looking at your face with a soft smile.

Your heart started to beat faster and faster. What the hell was wrong with you? Why was one bunny man making your heart do fucking swan dives into your stomach?

"Name?" he asked, gesturing for you to state your name.

"____. How about you?" you squeaked out.

He gave you a shy little smile. "Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook," he said with his hand extended towards you.

And that was when the rest of your life changed.

He brought a light into your life that you hadn't realized you'd been missing. The best part was that he wasn't weirded out by your fan fictions or anything like that. Sometimes he would try to give you ideas.

Jungkook was always sweet and sometimes a little bashful in front of you. The first time the two of you had sex he was so nervous he was shaking the whole time.

You two were really in love and that was all that mattered to your.

That and finishing this God damn fan fiction.

"Jagi, just worry about it tomorrow and cuddle with me for right now," Jungkook suggested, snuggling into your neck. You ignored the subtle hint and continued scribbling down notes in your journal.

"Can't, I gotta finish this tonight. I'm really backed up on stories because of school and work and I want to make sure that my followers have something they can enjoy. It means a lot to me," you said, biting your lip trying to focus.

Jungkook gave a soft smile and kissed your head. "I know it does baby, I'll help you in anyway that I can," he said, holding onto you.

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair in frustration.

"I just, can't visualize this scene and it's really irritating me. Natsu and Lucy are about to have sex and I need to make it different from the he fucked her brains out on a bed," you whined, resting your head on Jungkook's chest.

His breathing had shallowed and you would've been concerned if not for the rubbing of his thumbs on your hips consistently.

"Oh..."

You'd mentioned to him before that you write smutty stuff. It was hard to talk about that kind of stuff with Jungkook because he was a little more reserved when it came to talking about what happens behind closed doors. You were very open about what you liked and what you found hot and what you didn't. Jungkook was a fan of your dirty talk so maybe you could work with something like that.

Finally you thought you'd come to a conclusion and you leaped from Jungkook's grasp, not without some difficulty, and grabbed your laptop. Jungkook gave a little yelp of astonishment as you sat down in the chair and began typing like a mad woman.

"Excuse me, babe?" he asked, looking at you with exasperation.

"Mhm, what you need," you said with a monotone.

Jungkook cleared his throat and sat up on the couch. "Baby, uh, don't you want to cuddle some more?" he asked in an innocent tone. You shook your head.

"No, I'm alright for right now, but I'll cuddle with you once this is done, alright?" you said, giving him a little smile.

He nodded and got up, leaving you to your business.

-_-_-_-_-_-

"How long does it take to write about people fucking each other?" Jungkook whined, laying upside down on the couch a few hours later.

"You'd be surprised at how much work actually goes into writing fan fiction, Kookie," you reminded, typing away just as you had been.

A small noise of annoyance escaped his throat as he rolled off the couch and onto the floor. "I'm bored, Jagi, can't you do something with me? Just for a little while," he said, looking up at you hopefully.

You shook your head, focused on the words that were pouring from your fingers.

Out of no where, a cute bunny was in front of you with a pouty look on his face. "I'm starting to think that you like this machine more than me," he said, glaring at the laptop with jealousy.

You giggled and patted his head. "You know I love you much more than this laptop, but I do have to get this done, wait patiently and I'll make you're favorite meal for the evening," you said, checking the clock and you had plenty of time.

"Really? You'll make my favorite?" he asked, looking incredibly adorable. You nodded and Jungkook perked right up, walking into the bedroom and shutting the door to watch a movie.

A while later you were getting towards the end. It was almost time for you to make dinner and it was going to be perfect timing.

Without warning, the bedroom door slammed open and Jungkook walked out and shut your laptop, almost crushing your fingers in the process.

"Jungkook-ah! What's gotten into you!?" you shrieked, holding your fingers close to your body.

"You said you were going to prepare my favorite thing for dinner, isn't that what you said?" he asked, setting the laptop down on the table.

"Yes, I did say that, but I'm not quite done yet baby, so if you could just hang on while I finish up here?" you asked, reaching for the laptop. Jungkook's hand snapped out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at your boyfriend with confusion laced in your features.

No words were spoken as Jungkook lifted you to your feet. You remained silent as you tried to judge what he was getting at. Jungkook didn't say anything as he got on his knees in front of you.

You played with your skirt as you tried to keep your anxiety at bay.

Suddenly, he attacked.

You moaned as you felt his soft lips on your center through your panties. You were already a little worked up from writing some hot smut, and Jungkook's dangerous tongue wasn't helping in the slightest.

And he most certainly wasn't messing around anymore.

Jungkook hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, letting his mouth touch your bare heat. The sensation sent your head back and a moan tumbling from your throat. You gripped at Jungkook's hair as he buried himself underneath your skirt.

Your knees were shaky as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Oh baby," you whined, placing your hands on his shoulders balance yourself. Jungkook smirked and continued to lick and suck at your center with abandon. Every once in a while his tongue would travel over that sweet spot at the top of your sex, making you shiver with pleasure.

"Mmm, will you pay attention to me now Jagi? Do I have your undivided attention?" he asked, letting a finger slid over your entrance teasingly.

"Yes baby, you have my attention. I'll give you all of the love and affection you want if you just keep going," you moaned. Jungkook pushed a finger inside of you. "Oh fuck! That feels so good Jungkook, don't stop."

Jungkook kept easing his finger in and out of your tight entrance. It had been a while since the two of you had had sex so, it made sense why he was so hungry for your attention.

Jungkook wasn't good at masturbating. He hated it with a passion really. Because you spoiled him when the two of you first started engaging in the more intimate activities of your relationship. You were very giving and normally either sucked him off or gave him a hand job. Sometimes you just let him straight up fuck you to get off, which wound up turning into a fuck fest for the whole afternoon.

The thing about Jungkook was that he was good at getting what he wanted. It was the sneaky kind of look that he would give you as you came out of the shower. The way he stared at you when you got ready for work.

A job that you've almost lost on multiple occasions because of him.

But it would be the simplest of actions that would set your off.

Him sweeping his fingers through his hair. Biting his lip in concentration. Giving you the most needy whines when you bent over to grab something out of the fridge.

Honestly, anything he did you could take as a sexual euphemism for something. And Jungkook wasn't the kind to complain. Especially when it came to getting what he wanted in the bedroom.

Did men every complain about that though?

"Ah!" you yelped as he added another finger into your tightness. You gripped onto his shoulders tighter and Jungkook gave you a suspicious look.

"You alright Jagi? Need me to slow down?"

You shook your head vigorously.

"No no! Don't stop, it feels way to good for you to stop this now," you whimpered. He was more than happy to comply and kept fingering your slowly.

The moderate pace was annoying, but it still felt incredible, so you let that complaint drift from your mind as all of your thoughts were filled with your boyfriend and the way he was making you feel.

Jungkook seemed to be feeding off of your energy, because he seemed to be focused solely on you. The whole world seemed to melt away as the two of you got lost in each other.

That was another thing you loved so much about Jungkook.

He put everything he had into whatever he did. It didn't matter if it was something as simple as cooking a meal. He would focus on that meal and nothing else. That's why he was such an incredible person. He exuded confidence and sex appeal, attributes that sometimes got him into trouble. However, he was a truly good person.

Jungkook always wanted to help others and he loved to give as well. He would volunteer for an animal shelter down the road and help clean the kennels whenever he got a free moment. Even though he didn't like cats that much, you would always giggle when a little kitten would pounce on him and he would melt like the big softie he is.

Those are the reasons you fell for Jungkook.

His generosity in bed may have also helped his cause.

Finally, Jungkook pulled himself away from your center with great difficulty.

You watched as he put his fingers in his mouth and lick them clean with a lewd sucking sound. Your center quaked with just that sound.

Without much more hesitation, Jungkook launched himself forward and smashed his lips against yours. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jungkook's soft, plush lips melded with your own as the pair of you stumbled backwards towards the bedroom. You were rushing to get his jacket that he'd been wearing off so that you could feel his hot skin underneath your fingers.

Eventually, the two of you got to the bedroom. Jungkook kicked the door closed as you managed to pin him up against the entrance. He stared at you with shock as you kissed him once more before trailing your lips down and down until your reached his belt buckle. You gave him the most sultry look you could muster and then hurriedly undid the buckle.

You reached into his pants and pulled out his hard on and gave it a few pumps. You knew the two of you weren't going to be able to wait very long, so you immediately put him in your mouth.

Jungkook let out a strangled groan as you worked him over quickly.

You wanted this hard and fast and not coordinated what so ever.

Jungkook was a moaning mess underneath your ministrations as you worked him towards a peak that was level with your own.

It didn't take very long before he was bucking into your hand and practically begging to fuck you.

"Jagi, I can't wait any longer. Please, please let me be inside of you," he whimpered, tugging on his length with desperation.

You complied quickly and jumped on the bed. Not even bothering to pull your skirt off, simply removing your panties and pulling Jungkook towards you with most of his clothing still on.

The familiar sound of a packet tearing echoed through the room and Jungkook was brushing against your entrance, hit hot member giving you a reminder of what was about to come.

That sensation...

There really was nothing like it in the whole world.

The feeling of the one you love filling you with everything they are.

Jungkook shuddered as his hips met yours and he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

It felt so incredibly good to have him inside of you. He always seemed to reach the deepest places inside of you that no one but him would ever be able to reach. Because instead of just giving you pleasure during this experience, he gave you love.

"Oh baby, so big inside of me... Stretch me out so good, oh fuck," you groaned, running your hands down his back.

Jungkook bucked forward in response to the action and you gasped at the action.

"You're always so tight, how do you always feel so tight?" he asked, kissing your shoulder affectionately. You moaned at his words and felt his hips snap into your perfectly.

There was a minor amount of pain, there always was. But the pleasure and love he gave you in return was more than enough to handle the discomfort.

You knew that Jungkook wasn't going to last. It had been a few weeks, and since Jungkook doesn't masturbate, well... This experience wasn't going to be one of your longer escapades.

However, Jungkook seemed determined to make the most of this.

He started grunting and moaning, something that wasn't very common of Jungkook in bed. He normally remained rather quiet, except for the little moans he would let out every once and a while.

The reason he was doing it now?

Cause it turned you on.

Immensely.

Hearing him grunt your name over and over again into your ear was almost too much to bear. He was so incredibly sexy and everything about him made you want more and more of him.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and tapped three times. It was your safe sign. Letting the other know that you wanted to stop.

Jungkook pulled out and gave you a look of concern.

"Is something wrong baby? Did I hurt you?" he asked, holding your face with concern.

You smiled and reached down to his throbbing, red member and pulled the condom off of his length. Jungkook stared at you in disbelief.

It was only on very rare occasions that you let him go bare inside of you, and when you did he was allowed to cum inside.

"I don't know what I did, but please remind me to do it more often baby," he groaned before you guided his length back inside of you.

Going bare generally felt better for him and he was always willing to.

Again, you weren't sure of a man who wasn't.

Unless, responsibility and everything like that but whatever.

Jungkook was it for you, and the both of you knew it.

You intertwined your fingers together and kissed at his throat while he pounded into you at a startling pace.

"Jungkook-ah! Oh that feels so incredible baby, keep going. Make me cum baby, please. I want it so bad, please. You wanna cum inside of me? Is that what you want?" you teased, grinding your hips back against him.

"Fuck, keep talking like that, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

You smiled and bit his ear gently.

"I love how hard you fuck me baby. Keep going, uh... Fuck... Feels so good baby, so good for me. Want me to call you Daddy? I know that you like it when your noona calls you Daddy huh? I want your thick cock to keep pounding my tight little pussy like you want to break it... Break me Jungkook," you moaned into his ear.

A scalding heat erupted in your stomach as you came. Jungkook cried out shortly after, shooting his load inside of you. You couldn't contain your moan any longer and you cried out his name as you rode out your orgasm.

The two of you lay in the after glow after Jungkook cleaned up your mess. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent that was lingering on his skin.

"That was incredible," Jungkook murmured into your hair. You nodded in exhausted agreement until you saw the time.

"Oh fuck! It's 10:30! I have to get that story up!" You shouted before running out of the room.

"BUT WASN'T THE REAL THING BETTER!?"

Cream

Hello my dears! Just some smut to get you through your day! 

There will be some non-smut being posted sometime this week I’m sure, but school is crazy and I’ve just applied for some jobs so I’ll try to keep you guys happy!

Enjoy!

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

"You've officially lost it."

"I thought girls liked this kind of thing?"

"WE are the ones who like to dress up, not the other way around baby!"

It had been a tough day at work, and honestly, you really wanted nothing more than to go to bed and cuddle with your boyfriend Jin.

The two of you had been together for a little over eight months now and you were completely in love. Jin was five years older than you, and he absolutely loved the word 'oppa!' coming from your mouth when he was balls deep inside of you.

However, Jin was a man of patience and generally never lost it unless the teasing was relentless. And you had just as much patience as the man in front of you.

But, right now was something completely different than your usual encounters with him.

Jin was weird on the best of days, but sometimes he just got a little... you couldn't really explain it. You appreciated him for who he was and everything that he did cause he was him and you loved him very much, but, honestly, this was just crazy.

You had come home to find your boyfriend wearing a collar and some crazy cat ears that made him look like he belonged in a cosplay cafe not your living room.

"That's sexist," he stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest in a cute fashion.

"It's very sexist, but generally when men do the dressing up it's in some sort of police or doctor outfit... Maybe even a fireman but not a cat sweetie," you soothed, walking over to rub his shoulder. But he moved away from your touch like a cat threatened with a water bottle and moved to the couch to sulk.

"I wanted to do something nice for you and I hoped this would get you in the mood," he groaned smacking his head.

Your heart melted that all of this was for you, but you also couldn't contain the giggles that erupted from your stomach at your pouting boyfriend who was very disappointed that his seduction tactic had done the complete opposite. You felt for him really, because you'd been in his shoes before.

It was the first time you'd suggested role play while dating and Jin shied away at first. He'd stated it would make him feel like he was having sex with someone else and not his girlfriend, so you backed off. Before his birthday when you surprised him with a sexy maid outfit and he hadn't been opposed to the idea of role play since then.

You two had a fairly tame sex life when it came down to it. But it was perfect for the two of you. You didn't need all of the fluffy handcuffs and whips to get you excited. Really, all you needed was Jin whispering sweet things into your ear and you were drenched. Romantic dinners easily turned into a passionate night between the sheets and you weren't one to mess with a good thing.

Although, you had to admit, this cat thing might be a kink if he acted correctly. Maybe you could salvage this cat-tastrophe after all!

*Yikes that pun*

Without much more thinking you threw your purse down on the floor and went to the kitchen. You got a dish and some whip cream together.

Jin wasn't looking as you approached him with your items of choice.

"Cats like cream and milk right?" you asked, shaking the whip cream can and spraying some into your mouth.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, still not looking.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your shirt off and threw it at him, waiting for his response. A giggled escaped your lips when you watched his eyes grow as he realized what you'd thrown at him.

His head snapped in your direction as you sprayed cream all over your chest.

"Is my kitty hungry?" you asked in a seductive voice. Jin scrambled off the couch and rushed over to you, his bell dinging as he settled in front of you with his pupils blown wide. You reached up and felt the softness of his hair between you fingers and tugged on it gently, urging him towards the cream was was beginning to drip down your cleavage. Jin's tongue swiped across his lips as he eagerly looked at your chest with desire.

The sound of a sharp moan escaped your mouth as Jin's plump lips attached themselves to your chest. His lips were warm and soft as they glided over the cream and your skin. The scent and sweetness of the cream and the sensations of his lips weren't helping your need that was growing and growing the longer it was left to simmer.

Soon, all of the sweet cream that had been adorning your chest was gone, and Jin still looked hungry.

"Is my kitty still hungry, even after all of that cream?"

You trailed your hands over your body seductively and your fingers found the waist band of your shorts.

"Maybe what my kitty wants is under here huh? Is that was you want?" you asked, looking up through your lashes. Jin nodded frantically.

"Y-yes, that's what I want," he said, moving to reach forward. You swatted his hands away and gave him a look. Jin recoiled and moved away slightly, still licking his lips free of cream.

"Wait until I say it's okay, there's still plenty of cream for you to eat besides mine," you teased leaning in closely. Jin's throat bobbed at your proximity and you watched as he tried to figure out if he could kiss you or not.

You couldn't wait any longer for his lips, so you completed the act by sealing your lips over his. His plush lips felt warm and wet against your own. The taste of the whip cream and Jin mixed together was intoxicating. Your head spun and you wanted to dominate him.

It was rare that you actually got to top, because of how things worked. Generally both of you didn't tangled with role reversal until recently, and you were shy the entire time, not really understanding what you were supposed to do. But now...?

You wanted nothing more than to hear Jin beg for you to give him what he wanted. The thought made your core clench in anticipation and your tongue started to become numb as Jin deepened the kiss with ferocity.

He grabbed you by the back of your head and held you in place as he started bending you backwards, getting ready to take the lead. You pinched his side and laughed at the girlish scream that tore through the room.

"What the fuck?!" Jin yelped, rubbing his side with no amusement evident in his features. You gave him a look and he was silenced immediately.

"I'm in charge tonight, kitten. Don't think you'll be pulling anything smart with me, I know all your tricks better than you do. You're going to listen to me, or you won't get any more cream," you threatened, looking towards your shirt that sat on the couch.

Jin followed your eyes and gave you a frightened expression.

"Sorry baby, I'll listen," he said in such a submissive tone that it shocked even him.

How was he being so good with only a couple threats?

You weren't going to argue with his natural submission and unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. Jin's eyes were on your chest instantly. You grabbed the whip cream once more and placed two dollops on your nipples. You laid down on your back and Jin took that as his cue to come forward.

Your eyes followed his lithe body as he crawled over you. Even if he wasn't trying to be sexy right now, he was pulling those cat ears and collar off exceptionally well now. Your mind drifted off into space as Jin's lips found your sensitive buds.

Every flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through your body. The warmth of his tongue contrasting starkly with the coldness of the cream that was previously sat on your skin. His tongue made circular motions over your nipples as he tried desperately to get the cream off.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline as you struggled to think about your dominant role.

Jin finished off the cream on your nipples and started naturally to go down your body with his lips. You reached out and quickly grabbed his head and brought it up so you were facing each other. He had the look of a guilty kitten that had been caught drinking cream when he wasn't supposed to be and it made your heart melt. But, you weren't going to let him off the hook for that.

"You didn't get permission to lick anything else but the cream baby, you need to be punished," you said, pushing him up and making sure he'd stay put before reaching for your shorts and pulling them off.

He watched eagerly as you took more and more of your clothing off until you were stark naked in front of him. Jin moved liked he was going to come near you, but reminded himself that he wasn't allowed to touch you yet. You cooed in approval as Jin sat there like a proud kitten.

"Your punishment is that you can't touch me until I say so, once I do, you're allowed," you stated. Jin nodded, telling you he understood your terms. You smirked as you opened your legs and showed him how wet you actually were. His mouth dropped open and he looked like he was going to faint.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, biting his lip harshly. You couldn't help the devilish grin the spread across your lips. You groped your breasts a few times, just to give yourself some stimulation before the real punishment began.

After a few moments of rubbing your breasts, you reached in between your legs and felt the familiar slickness of your arousal. You moaned softly as your fingers brushed against your clit and you gave a pitiful little yelp as you did it once more. You eyed Jin with such a look that he was gripping his jeans desperately.

"Mmm, feels so good baby, but not as good as your own," you commented. Jin groaned out loud and you almost laughed, but a moan came out instead. You were finding this much more arousing that you had originally thought possible.

The idea of you masturbating and pleasuring yourself and your boyfriend unable to touch you was truly enticing. You were enjoying your position in the dominant role for the first time since you'd ever tried it. Jin, however, didn't seem to be enjoying his punishment.

"Oh God, I can't do this. Please baby, please let me touch you," he whined, giving you the softest look that he could muster. You gave it a thought, but then shook your head.

"I don't think you're really sorry for what you did. Are you being a greedy kitty? Is my oppa a greedy kitten?"

Jin was ready to pull out his hair at the show you were giving him. You could see the tent that was rising in his pants and it looked painful.

After a little longer you could feel yourself getting close. You knew if you brought yourself to an orgasm Jin wouldn't like that one bit, so you decided to relent on the punishment.

You pushed a few fingers inside of yourself before pumping them a few times. You groaned loudly at the intrusion and you watched Jin loose his mind at the view. It was painful, but you managed to get two fingers inside of you with how worked up you were. After a few more times and pulled your fingers out and offered them to Jin.

"I think you want this cream more than the other one, huh kitty?" you asked. Jin lunged forward and wrapped his mouth around your fingers, licking them clean. He groaned at the taste of you on your delicate digits and moaned when you pulled them back.

You spread your legs wider and Jin got the message very quickly. He was between your thighs faster than you could've thought possible. Jin didn't waste any time in connecting his lips to your sweet pussy. He thought he could cry at the relief he felt from gently lapping at your core. You cried out at the sensations he was giving you.

It all felt so overwhelming. His lips that brushed against your clit every so often, just to remind you he knew exactly what he was doing.

You reached for his collar and tugged on it so you could see his bare throat as he lapped at your center with abandon. He was so lost in everything that you were, and you were slowly losing yourself to the pleasure that he was giving you.

It was always like fire whenever he touched you the way he did. Your skin always felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you and you couldn't understand why. It'd always been that way, since the very first time the two of you had had sex Jin was so giving and you weren't one to deny him whenever he decided he wanted you. It would be foolish of you to deny such a treasure.

Jin was your treasure, something that you'd found and it was beautiful.

He gave your life meaning again and he brought a light into your life that you weren't aware that you had been missing. He was so kind and loving to you, that you were always curious if he was even real for the first couple of months.

It was a beautiful thing, to be loved and to give love. Because it is the hardest thing to do in your life, or it's the easiest thing to do in your life.

Love is universal and anyone can give or receive it.

Jin nipped at your clit and your hips bucked into his mouth unexpectedly. Jin smiled against your skin and kept lapping away at your center. You needed sometime inside of you, desperately.

"Use your fingers too kitten," you ordered. Jin complied quickly as he eased a finger inside of your aching core. You moaned and gripped at your hair, trying to find something to ground you to the earth from the out of the world pleasure that you were receiving.

He only added one finger and you'd felt so pleasured you were certain you were going to pass out. Everything felt so incredibly good that you thought you were drooling. Jin was good with his mouth. Not just for kissing, he was great at eating you out as well. It was a talent that he kept well hidden, but he always loved blowing kisses and things like that, and you hadn't realized the mastery behind the soft lips that you'd gotten so used to kissing in the morning.

You were reaching that peak very quickly.

"Another finger baby, I'm so close," you whined, tangling your fingers into his hair, careful not to knock off his ears.

Jin did as you asked and added another finger. You groaned and arched your back into the sensation. Jin smiled at continued to suck and lap at your center like the kitten he was. You were crying out his name and praising him as he finger fucked you like it was his job to do so.

The thread in your stomach was drawing thinner and thinner as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. The liquid fire was pooling in your stomach and Jin could feel your walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

Suddenly, Jin pushed against the special spot inside of you and you screamed as you came.

Hard.

Jin was right there to clean up the mess, and quickly. He didn't want to waste a single drop of the cream that he'd worked so hard for. He smiled and lapped at your center, careful not to over stimulate you.

You sat in the after glow of an incredible orgasm and Jin was licking his fingers and your lower lips as he got every last drop of your release. You smiled and kissed his head affectionately.

"What a good kitty," you said, bringing him to your lips in a searing kiss.

Jin smiled. You looked down and saw his bulging erection in his jeans.

"Give me those cat ears."

"Why?"

"Cause I get to taste your cream now."

Feel Good

Did somebody ask for a really long story oriented smut?

No?

Well, shit.

Here you go anyways.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It was the worst day of your life.

Everything hurt and you weren't sure what was up and what was down.

You were desperately hungry and thirsty.

Trying to get your bearings was incredibly hard and nothing seemed to be going the way you had wanted. Your tail hurt and it felt like you were being ripped in half. You looked down and there they were.

Two, limb, things...

A yelp escaped your lips and you looked around to try to gauge where you were.

There was sand, and the water was right there. Maybe you could get to it if you tried?

You had run into some dangerous waters and gotten thrown against the shore it appeared.

Legs!

That's what the things that replaced your fin were! It wasn't a lie! You really could become human!

A sharp pain ebbed in your side... You looked down and there was a decent gash in your side that was bleeding. How could you go and get help like this? Would this be where it all ended for you?

That was impossible.

Your brain was scrambled and nothing was making any sense, no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself together.

All of your thoughts were melding together and your vision was becoming blurred.

"Hyung! There's a girl down there!"

A voice echoed through your cloudy thoughts.

You looked up and saw a man with light blonde hair looking down at you with beautiful eyes.  

"Hyungs! Hyungs!" he shouted, running away from the cliffs.

You waited for him to return, to see those beautiful eyes again, and you waited. But it felt like forever.

No one came...

Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, there was the sound of feet and yelling.

"My God how did she get down there?"

"Is she alright?"

"There's blood!"

"Omo! What do we do?"

"She's naked."

"I've got the rope, Jimin, you're going down, wrap her up in this," a man held out something to the younger one, who you were guessing was Jimin.

Was he going to descend the cliff to come and get you?

It appeared as though he was planning on doing just that as they all got around him and started helping tying the rope.

You were getting light headed and everything was starting to blur. But you watched as they all started to help Jimin be lowered towards the bottom of the cliffs.

He finally made it to the ground safely and he made a bolt directly towards you. As he made it closer, he saw that your side was really badly injured.

"Jesus... Something really nasty must've happened to you, let's get you covered up and we'll get you some help. Don't worry about a thing, we'll take care of you," he said, smiling at you with such kind and beautiful eyes that it would be impossible to refuse him.

The feeling of fabric wrapping around your skin was foreign and strange, causing you to jump slightly at the sensation.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" he asked, looking at you with concern. You simply stared back, unable to get over the look in his eyes.

Was this love? Is this what your father had warned you about?

The fluttering in your chest didn't calm when Jimin eased you into his arms. After a lot of coaxing and shushing he finally had a hold of you well enough to pick you up. You watched as he walked back toward the cliff, further and further away from the water.

You gripped onto his shirt with a panicked look on your face.

"It's alright, we'll keep you safe. Don't worry about anything," he said with such a sweet tone it was like a drug. You could feel yourself relaxing, even without you wanting to.

The ocean was getting far away now, and you could feel an ache in your heart as the familiar place was being ripped from you. However, getting in the water now would be a death sentence.

The sharks would smell the blood on you instantly, and then it would just be a waiting game until they found you. Your best option was to go with this man for right now and wait until you were healed before escaping back to the ocean.

Jimin made it to the rope and tied it around himself then wrapped his arms around you tightly. You watched as the men above you started pulling with such a force that even you were impressed. And you had watched whales fight before.

The cliffs loomed over you with such an authority that all you could do was look at the ocean with a broken heart.

Although, being held by this attractive man wasn't such a bad deal... You studied his face as he walked up the cliff face with the help of his friends. You could feel the muscles underneath his fabric at work. You'd never really seen a human before. You knew that they could be dangerous, but they weren't all bad.

A friend of yours had gotten freed from a fishing net from one a few years back and she has always been grateful towards humans since then.

Finally, you made it to the top and you were handed off to a younger looking male. Being separated from Jimin made you panic, so you yelped and reached out for Jimin with a frightened expression.

He came over and shushed you, taking you back in his arms shortly there after.

"It's alright, calm down. Jungkook wouldn't hurt you," he said, directing your gaze to the younger male with a shy smile on his face. The look in his eye was of sheer innocence and you knew immediately that you could trust this man with anything. He wouldn't hurt you.

The anxiety in your stomach settled before Jimin set you down on the ground.

"Jin-Hyung, she's got a cut on her side that looks rather bad, should we take her to your clinic?" he asked, looking up to a man with plump lips and kind and playful eyes.

"Yes, we'll do some cleaning up in the back of the van, but she seems to be a little skittish, so Jimin just come with me. Everyone else, get into the car and keep your dirty eyes off of her."

The men all seemed to listen to this 'Jin-Hyung' and started moving towards the direction of some large, shiny thing on the cliff.

Was that the 'van' that Jin had been talking about?

Jimin lifted you into his arms yet again and you took comfort in his now familiar embrace. He carried you closer and closer to the van. You gripped onto his shoulder out of fear, but he patted your leg comfortingly, letting you know that everything was going to be alright.

Jin had everything set up by the time you were back there and even had some fabric for you.

"Here's some clothing that you can change into once I've got you bandaged up. What's your name, love?" he asked, getting out a lot of white looking materials.

Clothing?

What is clothing?

You felt the fabric and smiled at the soft feeling it had. You'd seen fabrics and textiles before in the sunken ships around your home, but they'd never felt like this. Is this clothing? If this is what all clothing was like, you had a feeling you were going to enjoy it very much.

"Hello?"

Jin's voice came through to your senses and you looked up in acknowledgement.

"Alright, so you can hear... That's good at least. Can you speak? Do you know where you are?" he questioned.

You didn't particularly want to answer him... You wanted to be back in Jimin's arms again. That's where you really liked to be. You wrapped your arms around Jimin and tugged him closer. Jimin chuckled lightly and gently pushed you away from him.

"You need to get your side looked at first, then I'll hold you the whole ride home. Does that sound fair?"

A smile graced your features and you nodded quickly.

"So you can understand us?" Jin asked, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded your head. "Is it alright if I take a look at your side? I'm worried about it getting infected," he mentioned, showing genuine concern.

Another nod.

Jin took that as your consent and peeled the canvas material away from your wounded side. He was very careful and seemed to be knowledgeable in what he was doing. His hands never wandered and neither did his eyes. Jimin had turned his back to make sure that you were being respected.

These men were very kind people it appeared.

Humans, as far as you were concerned, were great!

Jin dabbed at your skin with some cold liquid that stung and you yelped. He apologized and continued to clean your wound with a different cold liquid. This one bubbled and fizzed and it made you smile as you watched.

Finally, he was done and he wrapped a white looking material all around your middle section. He pinned it and clapped his hands.

"There you are, now lets get you dressed," he said, pulling the 'clothing' over your head.

It was warm and comfortable against your skin. Jin dressed you and then Jimin turned around once more.

"Alright, come here," he said, picking you up and climbing into the back with you. He sat you in his lap and held you there while Jin loaded all of his things back into some sort of clear container.

When all was said and done you were sat alone in the back with Jimin and six other people were in front of you.

You were happy to be back in Jimin's arms and snuggled against him.

"You're very affectionate... Do you have a name? I know that Jin-Hyung asked you, but, maybe you'll tell me, huh?"

You opened your mouth to speak, like he was doing, but all you could do was squeak. Jimin gave a small giggle at that and patted your head.

"That's alright. We'll try again some other time, but we do need to look for your family. They must be worried sick about you," he said, giving you a sad smile.

You rolled your eyes just thinking about your family. They probably didn't care one way or another if you were there, dead, or simply just gone.

You had five other sisters and three brothers, no one was going to miss you very much. Plus, that was in the ocean, and this was land. There was no way anyone would try to claim you here.

Eventually, the movement of this van made you tired, and you were lulled to sleep by the motions...

-_-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to Jimin gently touching your shoulder.

"We're at the police station, we need to make a report on a found person, alright?" you shook your head and grabbed on to the van tightly. "Now don't be like that, be a good girl for me and come here," he said, opening his arms.

Your weakness had turned out to be those arms. They were so warm and comforting and you could be in them all day if he would let you.

You were certain this was love.

Mermaids fell in love rather quickly, and it was permanent. Once you'd chosen the one you want to be with, that's who it was going to be... And you'll die if they don't love you back.

Although, you thought there was no harm in going in. They'd never find your family anyways.

You complied and got into his arms without incident.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked as you got closer to the door.

Walk?

What does that mean?

You wanted to impress him, so you nodded.

Jimin smiled and set your feet down on the ground. The feeling of this stone on your bare skin was slightly painful, but you were determined not to complain.

You were wobbly, so Jimin kept a hand around your waist as you tried to walk forwards. You had watched Jimin move his legs, so you certainly could as well...

Possibly.

As you placed one foot in front of the other, you could feel your new knees buckling underneath you.

Jimin was quick, though, and grabbed onto you before an incident could occur. He wrapped you up in his arms and sighed, lifting you up off the ground.

"Well, we'll work on the whole, walking thing, yeah?" he said with such an adorable smile it made your heart melt.

One of the other men held the door open so Jimin could walk through with you in his arms. There was an older looking police officer there who had cold eyes and a firm face. You knew that he wasn't a kind person, right away. There was no sincerity in his eyes.

He frightened you.

Jimin seemed to sense your hesitancy and rubbed your leg gently before setting you down in the chair.

"What seems to be the issue here gentleman?" The police officer asked.

"We found her off the cliffs at the north side of town, she has an injury on her side. We wanted to file a found persons report," Jin said, coming forward.

"Alright, what's her name?" he asked, getting out a colorful blue square and a long red stick of some sorts. You reached out and took the stick from him, looking at it with curiosity.

"Oh! J-Jagi, don't do that," Jimin scolded, taking the item away from you and handing it back to the police officer. "Sorry sir, she's a little scattered," he apologized, bowing his head. Since you did the wrong doing, you bowed your head as well.

The officer seemed to let it go and was ready to write down your name.

"Ah.. You see, she can't speak, so we don't have her name," Jin said, giving the police man a sheepish look.

"Okay kid, I can't file a found persons report if I don't have a name," the officer said with annoyance evident in his tone.

You tugged on one of the men's sleeves and pointed towards the stick object that the other gentleman was writing with. It looked like a type of writing tool from where you're from. If it was the same, then the blue thing was some sort of parchment.

The man seemed to understand what you wanted and piped up.

"Sir, she wants to write down her name for you," he said, pointing towards the objects he was holding.

The officer handed them over and you took them in your hands. You wrote down your name and gave it back to the officer.

"Ah, ____, alright, I'll put that in, how old are you?"

You gave him eighteen.

"Then I'll just need a picture of you incase someone comes looking for you and needs confirmation that it's you."

Jimin helped you stand up as you tried to walk after the officer.

"Can she not stand on her own? Is she some kind of cripple?" the police man asked.

"No," Jin spoke up. "I gave her a full examination and she's in good health, other than her side. It's probably just shock right now and some weakness due to malnutrition. We don't know how long she was on the beach for so, it all could be a factor to why she can't stand right now," he said, giving a full explanation.

"I didn't need that description kid, I really don't care. You, hand onto her while I take a picture. Make sure she faces towards the camera."

Jimin pointed towards the 'camera' the man had mentioned before. You gave it a confused look before a bright light went off. You squeaked and covered your eyes. Jimin rubbed your back before taking you back to sit down.

Time passed slowly as you went through the task of getting put into the database and everything of the like that Jimin tried to explain to you, but all you wanted was to be back in his arms again.

Eventually it was over and the police officer released you under Jin's care.

"Jimin, grab her and we'll go home," the man who's sleeve you'd pulled earlier stated. Jimin did as he was told and picked you up and headed out the door.

"So, ____? That's a pretty name, suits you," Jimin said as he climbed into the back of the van with you again.

You found yourself smiling as the police station got further and further away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

The van stopped and everyone piled out.

Jimin picked you up and carried you towards this large structure that looked kind of like a house. You'd seen some from the cliffs and your friend had told you that all humans live in one.

They lived in a very nice looking one as it turned out.

"Jimin, put her on the couch and call Eun Sol, tell her to bring some clothes for ___. Yoongi, go and get the spare room ready for her. Jungkook, get some ramen cooking, this girl looks like she's going to pass out before much longer."

He was right. You were up right ravenous at this point. Everyone scattered and started doing as Jin instructed. The man who's sleeve you pulled at the police station turned out to be Yoongi-hyung and Jimin called him.

Another person you felt like you could trust.

"Hi there," a man with a boxy smile said, sitting down next to you on the 'couch' as people kept calling it.

You waved and gave him a shy smile.

"I'm Taehyung, but if you ever speak, just call me Tae," he said, smiling. He was so sweet that you could imagine loving him as well. Sadly, Jimin had already taken his place in your heart.

Were all human men around their age so attractive? They were so handsome that it almost hurt to be in their present.

"Alright everyone! Lets get introductions out of the way!"

Jin yelled and everyone filed into the room.

"I'm Jin, I'm the oldest."

"I'm Min Yoongi," said one with dark black hair. He was the one who got you the writing instrument from the police officer.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, please call me Hobi!" Said another with a big smile.

"I'm Jungkook, I'm the youngest," he said with such a sweet smile.

"I'm Taehyung, we just spoke," Taehyung said with his boxy smile wide on his face.

"I'm Namjoon, I'll help you wherever I can," he said with sincerity.

"And you know me! I'm Jimin!"

Everyone was smiling so you smiled back and nodded.

There was a sound at the door and you looked at Jimin with worry in your features.

"That's probably Eun Sol, I'll get it," Jimin said, walking towards the door. You wanted to get up and follow him, but you didn't trust your own legs.

A beautiful woman appeared behind the door and your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw her bring Jimin in for what you were told was a kiss...

That meant that the people who were sharing the kiss were in love...

Tears welled up in your eyes and Jin took notice.

"Omo, what's the matter ___?" He asked, rushing to get a tissue for you.

Jimin turned around and saw you crying and walked over to you, leaving the girl at the door with a pout on her face.

"What's the matter, ___? Did you remember something?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for her to be living here with you? Let me move in with you and she can take my apartment," this Eun Sol girl said.

"I don't think that's safe," Jin said, coming forward with some tissues. "I don't know how mentally sound she is, so it'll be better for us to keep her here until we know how much she can function on her own. Currently, she can't walk or talk," Jin said, helping you wipe your tears.

"You sure she isn't just trying to mooch off of you guys? Just because a cute girl shows up, doesn't mean she doesn't have a motive."

"She was on the beach off of the cliffs and she was bleeding rather badly, I don't think there was any motive involved there," Jimin defended.

This Eun Sol came over and started examining you.

"I brought the clothes like you asked, I don't know if they'll fit her though, she might be a little too big," she said as a back handed slap to the face. Your face dropped and Yoongi seemed to notice.

"Hey, apologize. That wasn't called for," he said, giving her an icy glare.

"Jesus, it was a joke, she'll definitely fit in them," she appeased. You looked down at your legs and didn't return any of their gazes.

"Thank you Eun Sol, we'll take her shopping tomorrow if you want to come with us," Jimin said, taking her by the waist.

"I could always go for a shopping trip," she said with a seductive smile on her face. The look she was giving Jimin made your blood boil and you wanted to push her off the cliffs that Jimin had saved you from.

However, the way Jimin looked at her made your heart shatter.

He was in love, and the girl wasn't you.

You just might be done for.

-_-_-_-_-_-

That night rolled around and you had been fed. Everything they presented to you was different and you were really enjoying the meal. They were all being really nice to you, even Eun Sol. It seemed like you were just a group of friends that were hanging out after a day of swimming through the reefs.

"So if she can't walk, how are we going to do shopping tomorrow. Jimin, as strong as you are, I don't think you can carry her all the way, she'll need to learn at some point," Eun said, giving you a pointed look. "And she has to wear heels, that's a must," she also commented.

Heels?

What are those?

Eun Sol seemed to sense your hesitation because she went on.

"Only the most beautiful women can walk in heels gracefully, and not fall on their faces. What do you say? Want to give it a try?" She asked, pulling off her shoes and placing them before you.

"Hang on, let's see if we can't get her to walk without torture devices strapped to her ankles," Hobi said, pointing out the flaw in her plan.

"If she can master walking in heels, then walking with regular shoes on will be no problem. Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is," she said shrugging.

You looked down at the shoes and gave them a thoughtful look. Without thinking about it much longer you reached down and pulled them on your feet. Jimin smiled and clapped his hands as you did it on your own.

"Let's see if you can stand on your own before you try walking," Jin said, walking over and getting ready to spot you.

Jimin walked in front of you and held out his arms for you.

"See if you can walk to me, Jagi," he said, giving you a beautiful smile.

You hopped down from the stool and held onto the counter top for support. Your legs were jutted forward by the shoes and it immediately threw you off balance. Not that you really had any to begin with.

Eventually you could take your hands away from the counter top and stand there with a little bit of confidence.

Everyone clapped at your performance and Jimin then urged you forward.

"Come here Jagi," he said in his lovely tone.

Even though you had just met these individuals today, they were so kind to you.

You knew you were going to like being here with all of them, and hopefully you could get Jimin to fall in love with you while you were at it.

Mermaids had this thing of falling in love quickly. You see, you love, and they love back, or you die. It was a harsh cycle really, but if they loved you back, it was supposed to be the strongest love out there. There would be nothing in the world that would be able to keep the two of you apart.

That's what you wanted more than anything, someone that needed you just as badly as you needed them. It was that connection that you wanted. And you wanted it to be with Jimin.

You took one shaky step forward and your knees immediately buckled. Jimin rushed forward and caught you, wrapping you up in his arms until he was certain that you weren't going to collapse.

There was laughter from Eun Sol, but it was barely there in your mind. The only thing you cared about was Jimin and his beautiful eyes.

He truly was a work of art. You would have to thank the Gods for creating this masterpiece, because you could marvel at him all day...

A cough erupted from the room and Eun Sol had walked over to you and pointed at your feet.

"You can't do it, so give me those back," she said with a harshness that wasn't in her tone earlier.

"Hang on, she only took one step, give her a chance before you start forcing the shoes off her damn feet," Yoongi said, rubbing his head in annoyance.

"Quit holding her like that! I'm your girlfriend, not her!" She said with a whiny tone.

"Sorry, Eun, but she trusts me most, I was the one who went down and got her. Try to understand here," Jimin reasoned, helping you stand back up.

"Make someone else do it, not you," she demanded.

"For christ sake, I'll do it if it twists your panties that badly," Yoongi said, walking over to you.

Jimin gave him and odd look, but let go of your hands. You gave him a confused look, but he backed up and wrapped his arm around a fussy Eun Sol.

"Come here," Yoongi said, opening his arms. You looked at Jimin with concern in your eyes.

"It's alright ___, he doesn't bite," he said, giving you a thumbs up. You decided you wanted to show up Eun Sol and took one wobbly step forwards. Yoongi gave you a softer look and the more you did the further you seemed to go.

"Look at her go, it's like she's a natural!" Hobi said from the counter top where he was sitting.

Finally, you made it to Yoongi's arms and he caught you as you stumbled a bit. You looked at Jimin and his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around Eun Sol's waist. His jaw was locked, but he kept a smile on his face.

"There! You did it!" Jin said with such a bright smile gracing his already angelic features.

You couldn't help the smile that came over your face as well.

You had walked and you had done it in heels.

Yoongi helped you take off the heels and gave them back to Eun Sol who was still a little fussy after Jimin holding you.

However, after that, the rest of the night passed rather smoothly.

You yawned as it started to turn into the later hours of the morning.

Jimin was still awake, working on something in the kitchen, and Eun Sol still hadn't left yet. You didn't want to fall asleep until she was gone and you knew she and Jimin weren't doing anything dirty.

She was hanging all over him and that really pissed you off. What right did she have to hang over such a beautiful man like that. She wasn't that pretty...

Okay, she was drop dead gorgeous. But you had to hate her, she was your rival for Jimin's love, and that was something you weren't going to take lightly. Your life was on the line here.

After what felt like forever, Eun started heading towards the door.

"We'll all gather tomorrow and go shopping for her," Jimin said with a smile on his face.

"Honestly, does she even have any money to pay for the clothing?" She asked. Jimin's face dropped a little and he looked like a young child doing something he wasn't supposed to be.

"No, we're going to pay for it. When she finds out who she is and where her family is she can pay us back..." He said in a small voice.

"Don't pay for her, that'll just make her think that you'll pay for everything. And that's not alright. She needs to pay rent and everything like that if she's going to be staying with you. No free passes, you all work too hard to have a free loader in your house."

Sick of her insults and simply just wanting her to go away you gasped and held onto your side like you were in pain. Jimin turned around and looked at you with concern.

"Jagi?!" He asked, rushing over. "Where does it hurt? Is it your side? Do you need some medicine?" He questioned. Eun Sol slammed the door and finally you were alone with Jimin like you'd wanted.

He was fretting over you and you smiled when he picked you up.

"I'll take you upstairs," he said.

After a few minutes of silence he made it to a room with a white door. He opened the door and carried you in. The room had a theme of the sea and you knew it was perfect for you. You smiled when Jimin placed you down on the bed.

"I know Eun Sol can be harsh sometimes, but honestly she has a good heart in her..." he said as he tried to gather up your sheets and blankets together.

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

As much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that the girl he cared for was bad news. If only you could tell him...

Although, this bed was comfortable and you could feel your eyes drooping without your say so...

And eventually, you had fallen asleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been seven months with living with the boys, and you had grown incredibly close to all of them.

Especially Jimin and Hobi.

Hobi was like the older brother you'd never had. He was always there when you wanted to laugh and took you out whenever you wanted to go. It was a fantastic relationship between the two of you and you were really close.

Jimin was...

Well... Everything you could've ever wanted an more. He was sweet and kind. Always wanting to help you when you needed it. He still carried you around, even though you were more than capable of walking, even in heels now.

But that didn't matter to Jimin, he wanted to make sure that you were alright no matter what you were doing. He was very protective over you, no matter who it was that was threatening you.

You remember that he and his now ex-girlfriend had gotten in a large fight over you recently. But he still wasn't treating you any differently than before. And that was a major set back to your plan.

Eun Sol was never kind to you. You wondered why Jimin was with her when she was so blatantly rude to others. Jimin wasn't like that. Jimin was always willing to help and Eun Sol always had to know what was in it for her if she was exerting the effort to do something that didn't benefit her.

However, that particular day, you weren't feeling very well. It was your heart. You were away from the ocean for too long. And Jimin wasn't reciprocating your feelings. If you didn't hurry, you would die. But for right now, the boys had you sat up in bed, trying to feed you some of your favorite things. But you couldn't eat.

Everything hurt and you just wanted to rest.

"Come on, noona. You have to eat something," Jungkook said, trying to coax some food into you.

"I'll go get Hobi or Jimin. She'll eat for them," Jin said, walking out the door.

Jungkook still tried though, working on getting you to eat at least two spoonfuls of sweet porridge.

Jimin came through the door with Hobi at his back.

"Jagi, Jin tells me you're not eating. Why not? Do I have to feed you?" He asked with a sweet tone, helping Jungkook stand before taking his place.

You were still hesitant to eat, but it was Jimin... You had to.

Jimin brought the spoon to your mouth, you hesitated for a moment before taking the spoon in your mouth and eating the food.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before Eun Sol slammed through the door, a disgruntled Namjoon following her in.

"What the fuck is this?" She asked, glaring at you.

"She's been sick in bed all day and she wasn't eating, we don't want her to starve," Hobi said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"And we'd appreciate it if you kept the language PG in here," Jin said, also looking less than pleased.

"You're not my parents, but you," she said, pointing at Jimin. "Are my boyfriend, what the hell do you think you're doing!? You treat her more like your girlfriend than you do me, how messed up is that? Do you love her? Are you sleeping with her?" She accused.

"N-No! I-I would never cheat on you!" Jimin said, standing up.

"This really isn't the appropriate place for a lovers quarrel," Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead and walking over to try and get you to eat.

"She's been living here for a month now, I think she needs to start pulling her own weight! She's just mooching off of all of you, why can't you see that!?" She yelled.

You could feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, something that was common whenever Eun Sol was around. Yoongi placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

"She does pull her own weight! She helps clean around here whenever she can, and she comes back with her own rent," Jimin defended yet again.

"You're defending her and not your girlfriend. This is your problem Jimin, when you're dating someone you don't realize how great the girl you're with is. I haven't had sex with you since she got here! How twisted is that? What's the deal, am I not attractive?"

"You're beautiful, but-"

"Do you not love me?"

"I-I, um-"

Eun Sol didn't like that at all. She walked over and grabbed the piping hot porridge and poured it all over your head.

You screamed in pain and Yoongi was quick to stand up and pick up Eun and throw her over his shoulder. Jimin followed them, probably going to attempt at salvaging whatever relationship there was left.

Hobi rushed over to you and helped you stand up.

"I'll take her to the bath, get her cleaned up," he said, inching you out the door.

You trusted Hoseok... But did you trust him enough to reveal your secret. You tried to fight him a little bit, showing hesitation towards the water that wasn't even there yet.

"You really don't like water do you, kiddo?" He asked as he started the bath.

You shied away, even as the porridge slid down your back in a disgusting manner.

"Don't worry, I'll just help you wash your hair and then I'll get out of here," Hobi said with a kind smile on his face. You were very grateful for his kindness, but it was dangerous for him to be this way considering your true identity.

You shook your head firmly.

"What?" He asked.

Again you shook your head and placed your hands on your shirt.

"If you want me out that badly just say so, aish. Take it easy in here and be good," he said, patting your shoulder.

Once the door was shut, you sighed and heaved your self against the door and locked it tightly. No one was getting in here if you had anything to say about it.

Well, silently protesting was more like it.

You lowered yourself into the water and sighed at the relief it brought you. Your fin hung out of the tub and you smiled as the familiar feeling sunk in. As much as having legs was great, being in your true form was the greatest feeling out there.

You washed up and got all the goo off of yourself and finally you felt good enough to get out of the shower.

Once you stood up legs appeared beneath you. You stood there and felt a burning in between your legs.

An ugly face appeared inside of the mirror. You tried to scream but you realized there was nothing you could do, but stare at the face with sheer terror echoing through your entire being.

"_____, you must heed this warning from the depths of the ocean..."

Your heart was racing, but you continued to listen.

"If you do not get the one you love to bed you in thirty days, you will be returned to the sea by force and the one you love will die," she said in a scratchy and ominous tone.

Jimin?

Jimin would die?

Omo... You couldn't let that happen.

You nodded to the face in the mirror and it slowly dissipated.

There was a knock at the door.

Jimin's sweet voice rang through the door, "Jagi? Are you alright in there? I'm so sorry about what happened... Can we talk for a minute?" You rushed to put a towel on and answer the door.

You stood in front of him in nothing but a towel, your damp hair sticking to your face. Jimin's eyes didn't wander, they stayed firmly on your face.

"Jagi, your father called and he wants you to come home to him... W-we're going to help you pack up your things. You leave in the morning," he said with such a sad tone.

Your father? Your father had come on land to get you? What the hell was he doing here anyways?!

You shook your head. Jimin sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Jagi, I know that you've come to like living with us, but... You need to go home to your family. I'm sure they miss you more than you realize and... You can always come and visit. Anytime you need us, we'll be there. I promise you," Jimin said, the smile he forced not reaching his eyes.

You couldn't leave, not now!

There was so much you had yet to complete and you still needed to get Jimin to bed you! You needed his love to continue living. Being forcibly returned to the ocean is as good as a death sentence when you're away from the one you love. You will live but... it will be as though you are numb. No feeling will flow through your veins.

You shook your head again.

"There she is."

"Kiddo, why are you just standing there in your towel!?"

"I've got her clothes!"

All of the boys came huddling around you, Jin handing off a pile of nice warm clothing for you.

Quickly you went to change and when you came out, everyone was still standing there waiting for you.

"Are you feeling a bit better after your bath?"

You had completely forgotten about the pain in your chest, it was gone now. Like a wave against the sand it had receded. However, you had a different plan to fulfill.

"Kiddo? You alright?" Hobi asked, coming forward. You nodded and fiddled with your fingers.

"Aren't you happy to be going home?" Taehyung asked, giving you a smile. You sighed and let your head drop. You couldn't go home, not after all of what's gone on. You've certainly come too far to turn back now.

They all gathered around you and gave you hugs, some even to the point of lifting you up off the floor. Jimin was last and gave you a tight hug.

"Be good Jagi, we'll be taking you to the police station in the morning. Sleep tight, you'll be home soon..."

With that, he was gone up the stairs to his room. Not even carrying you up with him. Your heart ached and you clutched the front of your shirt in agony. You laid down on the floor and felt the hot tears streaming from your eyes.

Your heart hurt so badly.

You felt as though you were dying.

Did Jimin reject you? How could he when he doesn't even know your true feelings? Breathing in hurt, it was all so painful.

Stinging.

Sharp.

Burning.

It was as if your blood was boiling.

You needed help, desperately.

Jimin.

You needed to get to Jimin.

As much as it pained you, you stood up, still clutching the front of your shirt. You stumbled around like an infant animal that you'd seen in the zoo that Yoongi had taken you to.

You climbed the stairs, stumbling and tripping on every other step.

Finally...

Finally you made it to your floor.

The pain was immeasurable. The slightest movement hurt, and you could feel yourself starting to pass out.

Why was there so much agony? You were fine only moments prior!

It had to be the thought of being away from Jimin... If only you could get close to him now.

You were outside his door and started knocking on it.

You knocked and knocked until you were certain your knuckles were bruised. But that didn't matter. You needed Jimin to help you...

Eventually, you resorted to kicking his door. You could hear his bed creaking as he stood up.

"What the fuck is going on?!" He exclaimed, flinging open his door. He looked around until he saw you on the floor, tears streaming down your face and pain evident on your features.

His heart lurched and he thought he would be sick. You looked like you were dying. Sweat pinning your hair to your forehead and a pale hue falling across your face.

"Jagi, what's going on? Are you still sick? Holy shit..."

Jimin was on his knees next to you in a moment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You looked up at him and were certain this was how you were going to die. Maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but what a nice way to go.

Your heart was still in pain, but now that you were next to Jimin, it was bearable.

"JIN-HYUNG! YOONGI-HYUNG! GET UP!" He yelled throughout the house. Doors started opening and shutting and suddenly Jin was next to you, placing his hand on your head.

"She's burning up, we need to get her to the hospital," he said. Jimin nodded and lifted you into his arms. You clung to him and rested your head in his neck.

"I'll get the car ready," Namjoon said, rushing out the door. Taehyung and Jungkook came up behind you and held onto your hands.

You looked at Jimin's worried face. He looked much older than he normally did. You weren't sure if you liked the look of worry on his face. You always wanted his angelic smile on his face. Always.

Jimin looked down at you and gave you his best smile.

"You're going to be alright, Jagi. You hear me? You're going to be just fine," he said, holding you close in his arms. You looked into his deep eyes and felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness...

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The pain was ebbing away. You could feel someone's warm hand intertwined with yours.

You wondered for a moment who was holding your hand, but, you knew how it was... Without even opening your eyes you knew that it was Jimin's hand locked with yours.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes opened. You were greeted with the worried face of Jimin and how he looked after getting probably next to nothing for sleep.

You had made him worried.

It made guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. Knowing that you had caused so much distress for anyone. You never wanted them to be troubled with you, and you were really trying hard not to be a burden...

"Jagi! Guys, she's up!"

Soon, a group of worried looking men were gathered around your bed.

"Thank God!"

"The hell did you scare us for, aish."

"Are you hungry?"

"You look like shit."

You gave a sheepish little smile and tried to sit up. Jimin rushed to help you and placed his hand on your lower back. A chill ran down your spin as Jimin's bare skin touched yours, the hospital gown you were wearing doing little to protect your skin. Jimin, however, seemed unfazed by the contact.

"You scared me so bad, Jagi! I thought you were dying!"

"Scared us, so badly, hyung," Taehyung reminded.

"Right, scared us. Thank God you're alright though, we would feel terrible. Considering we just found your father and all. He's already signed everything over, you're all set to leave with him, okay?"

You panicked. Pure fear was written across your face. How could you convey to them that you were utterly terrified of leaving them? You didn't think your father would come from the ocean to make you come home!

Namjoon came over and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to be home with your family. They love and miss you. You should've seen your father when we told him you were safe. It was like his whole world was right again. Trust us, you'll be safe and you can come visit us whenever you feel the need to, okay? Take it easy, for us," he said, removing his hand.

You looked to Jimin who was standing up. The rest of the boys left the room and Jimin grabbed some clothing for you to change in to. He turned around and let you get changed while he waited to take you to your father.

Fear gripped your heart.

What would he say?

What would he do?

Would he force you to erase Jimin and everyone's memories of you? That would certainly kill you. Jimin looking dead into your eyes and not knowing who you were... It would be devastating to you.

Maybe you could force a kiss on Jimin and make him see how much you truly love him?

Bad plan.

Cry and plead?

Certainly won't work.

You could try and tell Jimin that you don't want to leave. But you couldn't speak, what were you to do?!

You turned around and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"There you go Jagi, we told your dad that your voice is still a little weird, so hopefully the two of you can figure out something with that. I'd love to hear what your voice sounds like someday. But, this is goodbye, for now," he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stared down at the appendage with a mix of sadness and hopelessness. After this, you were likely never to see Jimin again.

What was the harm in one little kiss...?

Not wanting to give yourself the chance of backing out, you pushed Jimin's hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips firmly against his. Jimin seemed shocked for a moment while you kept your mouth against his. You pulled away and looked down in embarrassment.

You actually did it!

You had kissed Jimin.

He was looking at you with shock on his features. You gave him a soft smile and went to walk past him. At least you had done it. You had kissed him the way you had wanted to for a very long time.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

You looked up and saw a man who didn't resemble your father at all.

"There you are, my darling ____! I thought we had lost you! Everyone is waiting for you back home, come come. It's time to get going!"

The stranger wrapped his arm around your waist in such a way that made your skin crawl. You looked back to Jimin with panic written all over your features. He was still in shock and touched his lips for a moment.

Fear gripped your heart as the two of you made it outside. The man had ahold of you and was practically dragging you towards his car.

"Don't worry kid, when we're done with you, that precious boy back there will pay to come and fuck you any way he wants. What do you think? A bunch of rich men offering money just to stick their dick inside of you. We can charge even extra cause you're obviously tight. It'll be perfect. You'll be the perfect fuck toy."

Your heart was beating erratically.

You didn't want to be a toy, you were a person! You had feelings. Feelings for Jimin that needed to be spoken. You had to call for help. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Everything was spinning and you thought you were going to pass out for a moment. But thankfully, you got a hold of yourself before you fainted. It would've been easier for him to carry you off that way.

The only thing on your mind was Jimin. You needed to find him. You had to get away and return to him. Being with him was where you belonged. And you knew that. You knew it the moment he spotted you on the sand, naked and alone.

All of the boys ran through your head.

Jin, with his sweet and caring attitude. Always ready to help you if you needed it. Yoongi. Even though he was quiet most of the time, he would always defend you. Always.

Namjoon. He had such a kind heart and a big smile that was always welcoming. He was so kind to you especially.

Hobi. Your brother that you never had. He was there for you whenever you needed him and treated you like his younger sister. You cared for him greatly and knew that if you needed him, he would be there.

Taehyung, the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He always offered such a big smile when you were down and did the nicest things. He was certainly a dear friend.

Jungkook. The youngest and most adorable thing you'd ever laid your eyes on. He was so innocent and eager to learn that you found his grace and poise incredible. He was always there if you needed him and was a kind soul.

Then there was Jimin...

Where did you begin with him?

He'd saved your life. He'd given you a family and a place to call your own. He had cared for you and taught you so much over these months you had spent together, and you could never repay him for that. Your love for him was real and strong, never faltering, not even once. You knew that the love you felt for him was strong, and that if he even reciprocated a small fraction of your affection, it would get you through anything and everything you would have to face.

Jimin made you want to live, and being without him was like losing your heart.

The man that had claimed to be your father was getting closer and closer to his vehicle. You knew the moment you were in there, you were dead.

So, you fought back.

You planted your foot into his knee and heard a popping sound. The man yelled in pain and released you.

"Ah, you little bitch! Get back here!" he growled. You took off and tried to find Jimin. The parking lot was big and you couldn't see the car you knew they brought you in.

Had they left already?

Was it that easy for them to leave you behind?

You kept running, if you could just out run him, there was a way you could get back home.

The wind was sharp on your face as you ran through the strings of cars that were parked in varying fashions.

All you could think about was getting away, and that was becoming harder. The pain of being away from Jimin was getting stronger and that caused you to run slower. You weren't going to be able to get away from him much longer. You had to find a place where you could hide.

There was a car parked at an awkward angle a few rows down, if you could just make it there in time-

The man yanked your collar back and pulled you into his embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke reeked on his breath and clothing. The rancid scent piercing your nostrils and making you want to gag. Just like the man holding you right now.

"Now little bitch, that wasn't very nice. We're going to have to teach you some lessons when we get home. I think I'll be the one to break you in. You're too much trouble to give to our clients. Hope you like it rough baby."

You were getting dragged by your collar and hair. You prayed that someone could see what was happening, but it didn't seem like anyone could. Or if they did, who cared? It wasn't their problem.

You mustered up everything you had in you and screamed at the top of your lungs.

"JIMIN! HELP!"

Soon you were on the ground, the disgusting man holding you up by your collar.

"If you scream one more damn time I'm going to bust that pretty face in, you hear me doll-face?"

Tears were streaming down your face and all you wanted to do was be in Jimin's arms again.

The older man cocked his fist back and was ready to swing down to hit you when he was pulled backwards and punched.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?"

Jimin's voice was filled with anger and you were even slightly frightened of the expression he had on display at the moment.

"I asked you a question shit-face. What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?"

The man whimpered a reply and gave into Jimin quickly.

Yoongi came up and grabbed him by the arm, Jungkook stepping in to help as well.

Namjoon was on the phone and Jimin was on his way over to you.

"Jagi, I'm so sorry..." he whispered, looking down in remorse. You sobbed loudly and threw your arms around his neck.

"Jimin. Jimin. Jimin," you repeated over and over again.

All you could think about was him. That's all you wanted to think about.

You held onto him and he kept you wrapped up in his arms as Namjoon was speaking to the police. Jimin pet your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's alright, Jagi... We won't let you go again. I promise," he whispered.

You nodded and buried your face in his chest and let his words sooth your racing heart.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been about a week since the incident with the fake father and Jimin seemed to have forgotten that you had kissed him.

Things went about as they had been for a long while and you were a little less than pleased that Jimin seemed to be ignoring your feelings for him. Had your kiss been nothing?

You had been certain that only people who liked each other did things of that nature.

For the past couple of days you had been watching some romantic movies to give you some inspiration to get Jimin in your bed. You knew that you were attractive. You could see that Jimin found you pretty, because he always looked at you for a little while longer than you thought the other boys did.

Perhaps you were over thinking something simple, but it matter that Jimin be with you romantically, and you wanted him to love you the way that you loved him.

You were wearing particularly short shorts one day.

It was all part of the plan to see if Jimin was really interested in you.

You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen with your legs cross as you were looking through a book that Yoongi had suggested to you a few days ago.

The sound of feet coming down the stairs captured your attention more than the words on the page. Jimin came around the corner and saw you perched up on the counter top. A soft smile graced his face as he approached you.

"Good morning Jagi, how are you today?" he asked, getting closer to you.

You gave him a thumbs up and smiled as well.

"That's great, what are you reading?"

He walked over and looked over your shoulder, placing his hand on your waist. The feeling of his hand on your body made your skin tingle with pleasure. Jimin seemed more interested in the book that you, but you leaned back into him. He supported your weight and continued inspecting the book that you were holding. You wondered if he really was that interested in what you were reading or not, but you decided to not think about it that deeply.

You set the book down on the counter and Jimin helped you down. He started a conversation about a movie he had watched recently and was telling you his opinions on it when you casually knocked the book off the counter behind you. You made an exasperated sighing sound and Jimin laughed lightly. You turned your back to him and bent over, grasping the book in your hands.

Jimin stopped laughing.

You picked the book up and straightened up and turned to see a very wide eyed Jimin.

"A-Ass- I mean as! As I was saying..."

And with that, the whole encounter seemed forgotten.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a few more days and you were tired of pretending. You wanted to tell Jimin. You wanted to tell him what was going to happen to you if you didn't sleep with him. He had to know.

You wanted to tell him what your true identity was and who you really were.

But how could you?

How could you put that kind of pressure on the one you love?

'I'm a mermaid from the ocean and if you don't sleep with me by tomorrow I'll be dead.'

Yeah, like that doesn't have any negative connotations to it.

Your chest was aching again, like it had been for the past couple of days. Ever since you had kissed Jimin, it seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer the two of you were apart. It really was hard to disguise, purely because of how painful it was. You would gasp in pain and everyone would look at you, ready to jump into action if it mean helping you in any way.

However, this was your last night here.

If you didn't get Jimin to sleep with you, when the sun rose the next morning, your heart would stop.

Namjoon and Yoongi were out of town for a few days, working together on some project that they had been collaborating on for the past few months.

Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi were all out at a hockey game for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day.

And Jin was at a meeting for his insurance company that he had gotten invited to. He did invite you as well, wondering if you wanted to be his date, but you had declined, saying you weren't feeling that well.

It was just you and Jimin.

It was all too cliched really, but it would have to do.

You had to show him.

And you had to do it now.

Jimin's door looked intimidating down the longer you looked at it. This was going to be the make or break moment.

Your hand reached out shakily to knock on the door.

Knock.

Knock..

Knock...

You waited.

Jimin appeared behind the door a few moments later. Once he saw you a bright smile took over his features. You returned the expression and pointed towards the stairs.

He seemed to understand and follow you.

Once the two of you were in the living room you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:

Jimin, I need you to do something for me.

He read over your words and looked up.

"Sure Jagi, anything you need."

I need you to sleep with me.

You handed the paper back over and Jimin almost dropped it in shock.

"W-What do you mean sleep with you? Intimately? I can't do that Jagi, it would be wrong."

Jimin, I'm different than you. And if you don't sleep with me, I'll die.

He scoffed when he read your words and placed the paper on the counter carefully.

"Jagi, wanting to sleep together is a serious commitment to another person. It's only reserved for people you love and cherish. And what do you mean you're different?"

He didn't believe you...

You knew he wasn't going to right off the bat, but still, his words stung. Grabbing the paper, you wrote again.

Let me show you.

Jimin sighed and set the paper down.

"Jagi-"

You held up your hand and grabbed his wrist. You lead him to the bathroom. He seemed confused, but remained silent.

Without giving any warning, you began to strip.

Jimin raced to cover his eyes and was shouting protests at you, but you continued.

You had drawn a bath and set foot inside of the tub. The feeling of the water racing up your legs and creating your fin caused you so much joy. It had been a while since you were in your truest form.

"Jimin," you said, as it was the only word you could properly pronounce.

He peeled his hands away from his eyes for a moment and saw your fin and gasped in surprise.

"W-what... Jagi?" he gave you a questioning look, although, came closer.

He kneeled down next to the bathtub and took in the sight of your fin. He was admiring you... Not judging like you had prepared yourself for.

His hand reached out to touch your fin, and you allowed it. You watched as he ran his hand along your scales, reveling in the sensation it gave you.

"Y-you're a-a mermaid?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and smiled, finally able to show him who you truly were.

"That's why we found you naked on the sea shore... A-And why you can't speak and... everything makes so much sense now... Oh Jagi, I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through, it's our fault. Forgive me," he said with remorse in his voice.

You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, gently stroking it with the pad of your thumb.

Jimin leaned into your touch and you were happy to see him in such a manner.

"Wait, what was the whole sleeping with me business about? Why will you die if you don't?" he asked.

Always questioning everything he was.

You pointed towards the pen and paper out in the kitchen. Jimin raced to fetch it for you, bringing it back like a dutiful pup.

Because I love you. And if mermaids don't consummate their relationships within a certain time frame, our heart stops, from lack of love.

Jimin read your words carefully and he seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

"You love me...?" He asked, looking up with such a sweet expression, it almost hurt.

Of course I do... You saved me, Jimin. And I will forever be thankful for you. My heart will always be yours.

Once the words were written, Jimin quickly took the paper back from you and read it rapidly.

He was silent and still for a long time.

You were curious as to what he was thinking about. You comically waved your hand in front of his face.

Suddenly, he threw the paper pad down and smashed his lips against yours.

Shock overcame your body.

Jimin was kissing you. He was kissing you from his own free will.

Without much warning, Jimin was pulling you out of the water and into his arms. He rested his forehead against your for a moment, breathing heavily.

"How long does it take for you to get your legs back? Cause I really need to be between them," he said in such a smooth tone.

You could feel the pulling sensation. It was happening right now. Jimin seemed to notice because when he looked down at where your fin had been previously, two bare legs now took it's place.

"Thank God."

With that, he was heading towards the stairs. You hung on and kissed his neck gently, giving him little nips and love bites every so often. Jimin groaned when you pulled on his hair lightly. You smiled and bit down on his ear, pulling slightly.

You were really just going off of what the movies had shown you. This was rather normal for the beginning portion..

Wasn't it?

Jimin had made it to your room and kicked open the door and walked in. He set you on the bed carefully and hovered over your frame with desire building behind his eyes.

You felt heat rushing in between your thighs and you were so excited for what Jimin had in store for you.

His lips trailed down your body, touching the bare skin that was already revealed to him.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed it the moment I saw you from the cliff, I saw your hair and beautiful body and knew that you had to be saved... God you're perfect," he groaned, kissing your legs gently.

A soft little moan escaped you as he started getting closer and closer to your center. A wave of shyness came over you and you brought your legs together hesitantly.

Jimin smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"You can trust me Jagi, I will make love to you tonight," he said.

You eased your legs apart and did as he asked. Jimin pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee and then the inside of your thighs.

Then, his lips touched your core. You moaned loudly and Jimin smiled as he licked a stripe right up your slit. The sensation was wonderful, you could barely take it. If this is what sex was all about, you were wondering why women always said it hurt the first time. This felt incredible. Jimin took a finger and eased it inside of you, not realizing your virgin status. A sharp pain erupted inside of you. Jimin looked at you with curiosity, then it seemed to click. He was going to be your first.

"Wait, Jagi... Have you never done this before?"

You shook your head and Jimin gave you an endearing smile.

"I'm going to make you feel so good Jagi, I promise," he said kissing you as a means to seal his word. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

His body seemed to mold to yours and he felt so warm in between your legs. His fingers started to ease into you again, causing the aching pain you had felt earlier to resurface. You grabbed onto Jimin's shoulder and dealt with the pain.

Jimin seemed to notice your expression and pressed down on a little bundle of nerves at the top of your sex. You gasped as pleasure erupted through you, making your mouth drop open. Jimin smiled at your expression and kissed your jaw lovingly. The sensation of his fingers inside of you became more and more pleasurable the longer they were there, making you wetter and wetter. Jimin seemed to notice your slick center because soon, his mouth was attaching to your core.

You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged on it as indescribable amounts of pleasure went through you. The feeling of Jimin's lips on your center was incredible. The soft, plushness of his lips was heavenly against your womanhood.

Immediately, he swirled his tongue around your bud. He made lewd sucking sounds as he tried to bring you pleasure.

Jimin was effected just as much as you were because he was groaning into your center. You watched as Jimin's eyebrows lifted and his eyes closed. He looked so innocent, considering what he was doing. His taste buds were full of you and that's all he cared about. Finally he could do what he wanted to for months. He was with you intimately.

The sensation of his mouth against your lower lips was wonderful, but he pulled away rather quickly. You whined at the loss and Jimin silenced you with his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you over him. You smiled and started pulling on his shirt. Jimin understood and got his shirt off quickly. You stared at his form in front of you. He was incredibly strong and his body was lithe and beautiful. You were almost jealous at how his skin shone in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in your chest. You gasped and looked at the clock. It was five minutes to midnight.

There was no more time for foreplay, you had to get going. Jimin looked at you with concern and you pointed towards the clock. He understood and got you on your back yet again. He pulled his pants and boxers off quickly, revealing his

Then he was grabbing a small box, which you could only assume were condoms. He rolled on the rubber and approached you.

No nerves wracked your body like you had expected. All you could feel was love and affection coming from Jimin, and that made your decision to be together that much sweeter.

You felt Jimin's hot member brush against your core and you moaned loudly. Jimin smirked and kissed your neck, then up to your lips. The pain in your chest was getting worse, but Jimin was about to save your life.

"This will hurt, Jagi... There's not much I can do about that, but, it'll feel good in a few seconds," he said before starting to push inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder. A pressure inside of you was burning and it hurt rather badly. How did women enjoy this?

Jimin was easing inside of you, careful to not hurt you more than he could help. Finally, he hit the barrier inside of you. He looked into your eyes, as if asking for permission, you nodded.

He understood and pushed past it, breaking your virginity. You yelped in pain and Jimin kissed you deeply. Tears fell from your eyes as you kissed him back. All the emotions from the past months were finally free and you couldn't feel better. Other than the throbbing pain inside of your core.

You felt Jimin's hips meet yours and he came to a stop. You two were connected.

"Fuck you're so tight... Holy shit," he moaned.

A smile graced your features as Jimin lost himself above you. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and to adjust before he eased back and then pushed himself forwards again.

The sensation was odd, but not off putting. You moaned silently, still feeling the sting of your lost innocence. But, it was starting to give way to pleasure. The feeling of his large length massaging your inner walls was starting to become and overwhelming sensation. The longer Jimin pushed his hips against yours, the more pleasure you felt.

You started moaning a bit louder, really feeling the pleasure from his ministrations.

Jimin seemed just a wrecked as you were, he was biting his lips in pleasure and groaning explicit phrases into your ear as he made love to you.

There was a distinct difference between fucking and making love.

Fucking was something done for pleasure, something to get each other off. Or just one if your partner is a dick.

But making love was different. It was all about the connection between the two people partaking in this event. Not all couples make love, but you and Jimin were.

You were curious for how long he had held feelings for you, but you didn't ask. You simply let him pleasure you and you to him.

Because all that mattered was the two of you.

No one else would know what you felt right now, besides yourself. Jimin's length was large and it was buried deep inside of you. You looked down and saw where the two of you were connected and you moaned at the sight. Watching his cock disappear in side of you was such an alluring sight. Making your mouth water with the eroticism.

Jimin looked down as well, watching your lower lips swallow his length, now with much more ease than at the beginning of this experience.

Every subtle shift in your frame, Jimin could feel. That's how tight you were to him. Everything you did, every breath you took was something that he could experience second hand. And he wasn't sure how long he could take that for.

Jimin bucked inside of you a little harder, testing the waters to see what you could take and what you couldn't. You let out a yelp of pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders.

He decided it was time for a change of position. He pulled out of your dripping center and pulled you into his arms. He moved so your back was to him and so that you were sitting on his thighs.

Slowly, he helped you ease yourself down onto his cock yet again. The full sensation being a welcome friend at this point. Jimin groaned into your neck at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Together, the two of you bounced up and down to get you closer and closer to your highs that were approaching rather quickly.

It was almost depressing. You didn't want this experience to end. But, the pleasure was getting to be too much. Jimin was so large inside of you and you couldn't help the tensing coil that was inside your center snapping when it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and you trembled against Jimin. He couldn't take your squeezing and finished as well, bucking into you, helping prolong your orgasm.

The two of you were gasping for breath as you slowly were lowered down onto the mattress by Jimin. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before coming back to you and wrapping you up in his arms.

You looked at the ceiling in astonishment and exhaustion when you felt Jimin's lips against your neck. You turned and looked at him and saw a sweet smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful... I-I love you, ___."

Your heart almost burst with joy. The words you had so desperately wanted to hear for the past seven or eight months had finally been uttered.

"Jimin..."

His name on your tongue was like a drug, he knew he would never want to stop hearing it. He pulled you close and brought you under the covers. You smiled and kissed his toned chest.

You felt more at peace with your self than you had in a long time.

And that felt good.

Every Word.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and you still couldn't sleep.

Taehyung, your best friend of seven years was planning on proposing to his girlfriend of three years tonight...

It made you sick to your stomach to know that leech was getting your best friend to be hers for the rest of their lives, but you couldn't say anything. Taehyung would defend her till the day he died.

He loved so strongly, and so purely that it broke your heart every day that he was with her and not you...

You had loved him for so long and so deeply that every time you watched him kiss her your heart would shatter into pieces. But you were silent and supported him. You were there whenever they got into a fight and he needed to stay away for a few days to clear his head.

You were almost certain he had some sort of inkling that you liked him, but you knew he wasn't aware of the extent that you loved him. He was so oblivious, he really was. But it was one of the many things you loved about him.

As much as you didn't want to, you imagined what it would be like if you were the one he was proposing to tonight, and not that slimy bitch that was only with him for the money.

Your mind started to picture the dinner that you would be on, and how romantic it would all be. He'd have laid out rose petals, even though they make you sneeze horrendously. You'd order the cheapest thing on the menu, even though he would tell you it was fine to get whatever you wanted.

The waiter would bring out champagne glasses and there would be something inside of yours.

A beautiful ring that would be perfectly suited to your tastes and had everything you loved about jewelry in it. Your heart would melt and you'd say yes in an instant.

But it wasn't you that was getting the ring tonight.

It was her...

Someone who didn't even remotely deserve the light that was Taehyung. He was too good for you, you didn't need to remind yourself of that, but still... It was nice to imagine you could have him.

In your dreams the two of you were happy together, and he realized that you had loved him for years. He would reward you with all of his love and more. Giving you everything you could have ever wanted from him.

His attention.

His affection.

His love.

That's all you wanted. You just wanted him to care for you the same way you did for him. It was a silly notion, but how could you not daydream when your heart was breaking? You had a right to drift right now.

The last text that he sent you was at midnight when he said he was about to give her the ring. You wished him luck and told him you were sending good luck his way.

Obviously she had said yes...

She must have.

Although it was weird for Taehyung not to call you after something big like that had happened.

You imagined her with that ring sitting on her finger and your stomach twisted. You knew she was too shallow to have her own children, you had no doubt she had lied to Tae about how badly she wanted to be a mother so she could get in his pants as soon as possible to get him hooked on her.

Just as a pit of jealously was winding up in your stomach, there was a knock at the door.

You jumped and held onto your blankets tightly.

Who would be here so early?

Maybe it was Jungkook. He probably partied too late and needed a couch to crash on for the night. You were in some satin pajamas, thinking about how Taehyung would react to seeing you in them, but, Jungkook literally couldn't care less.

You walked out into the living room and pulled your slippers on before heading towards the door.

The door knob was cold in your hand as you twisted it to reveal who wanted your attention this early in the morning.

However, it wasn't Jungkook standing there like you had suspected.

Taehyung was stood there, reeking of alcohol and had tear stains and puffy red eyes. He looked like shit.

A gasp came out of your mouth before you quickly pulled him inside and took his jacket off.

"Tae! What the hell happened to you, are you alright?" You asked placing your hands on his cheeks to look at his face.

"She... She said no, ___. And she dumped me flat. I've given her so much and she just threw me away like a piece of garbage... You were right about her... You said you didn't like her very much but you supported my dumbass..."

He was slurring and you knew he was hammered. You helped him to the couch and got him settled before running to the kitchen to get him medicine for the morning and a lot of water.

Taehyung hadn't moved and he was shaking like he had started to cry again.

He was a very emotional person, and to see him so upset hurt you deeply. Taehyung didn't deserve to be so emotionally damaged by that bitch. You handed him the bottle of water and sat down next to him, ready to hear the story.

"What did that cunt do to you?" You growled, wiping some of the tears from his puffy cheeks.

He hiccuped before starting his story. "She seemed off when she walked in... I thought she wasn't feeling well, so I asked. She told me she wasn't feeling it between us anymore. I pulled out the ring and showed it to her, hoping that maybe seeing how serious I was about her would change her mind. She shook her head and said no, then left me there without a shred of dignity left. She played me like a violin. I've never felt so wrecked...."

You wrapped him up in your arms and rubbed his back soothingly, hoping to ebb some of the pain for him. You'd never wanted to harm someone so badly in your entire life. That bitch was dead meat if you ever saw her again. To hurt Taehyung in anyway was bad, but to deny him something when she had been leading him by a collar for three years was just ridiculous.

Taehyung and buried his face into your neck and was sniffling like a sad child.

Your hear ached and you wanted to cry for him, seeing how hurt he truly was. You pulled back and wiped his tears and made him drink some of the water you'd gotten for him.

He did so slowly.

You couldn't help but get a little excited as you watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he drank. You felt disgusted with yourself, but, attraction didn't seem to halt in bad situations.

Taehyung managed to finish the bottle, so you let him lie his head in your lap. It was something the two of you did for each other when one of you felt horrible or needed comforting. You played with his hair and tried to get him to go to sleep.

The emotions were getting to you and exhaustion was creeping into your bones. If you were tired you didn't want to think about how Taehyung felt right now.

He had his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing it like a comfort to himself.

Suddenly, Taehyung spoke.

"____, do you love me?"

Your heart stopped and you choked on air.

"O-Of course I love you Tae, you're my best friend."

"Not like that, do you love me more than a friend?"

Could you lie to him right now? Could you lie to your best friend who was already emotionally damaged enough for one night?

Could you do that to him?

You knew the answer.

"Yes Tae, I have for a long while," you said, keeping your hand going through his hair.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" "Because there was never a good time. I thought it was just a childhood crush that would go away, but it never did. Then, you got a girlfriend and I had to keep it quiet. Believe me, I've wanted to tell you for years," you said, finally getting all of the emotions of the past seven years off your chest.

Taehyung was silent for a few moments and then got up onto his hands and knees.

You stared at him, confused by his actions.

Without any warning, Taehyung leaned in and planted his lips right on yours.

Shock flooded your body.

Taehyung was kissing you.

His mouth was on your mouth.

It felt so good, so incredibly good. But it was wrong. You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed, managing to get away from him. But you wanted to keep going.

Taehyung's eyes were glazed over and he looked at you with such passion that you weren't sure if it was really Taehyung looking at you or not.

"T-Tae, you're not thinking clearly right now. If you still want to talk about this in the morning then we can, but-"

"I've never fulfilled my desires with you either."

You stopped.

Your tongue had turned to lead and there was no curing it.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Taehyung leaned over you and put his hands on either side of your head.

"Do you know how long I've kept my hands off of you? I've wanted you since we started high school. I was such a bean pole no girls wanted to fuck me, but you... You always looked at me like you wanted more from me than what you asked for. Let me give you what you want."

Your heart fluttered at those words.

He was drunk.

This wasn't Taehyung...

He probably wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

But, the rising heat between your legs was going to betray you, You had wanted him for so long and you weren't sure if you could deny Tae throwing himself at you.

"I-I'm not sure," you said with hesitance laced in your tone.

"Please," he begged. "I'll give you whatever you want, just let me be with you like this. Even if it's just once, I want to know what it's like to be with someone who actually cares about me... Please," he whispered.

Your resolve crumbled as you pressed your lips to his. You couldn't taste alcohol on his lips, so maybe he wasn't as wasted as you originally thought...

At least, that's what you were hoping for.

Taehyung forced your mouth open and laced his tongue with yours. You moaned at the intrusion but still wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"I love what you're wearing," he gasped, playing with the fabric in between his fingers. "It'd be better on the floor though," Taehyung said with a little wink.

Heat rushed through your veins and you wanted to get to the bedroom quickly.

"Tae," you breathed in between kisses. "Bedroom."

That one word seemed to spark a fire within him as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into the air. You squealed and giggled as he carried you towards your room.

Taehyung kicked the door open and placed you on the bed carefully, pulling his shirt off and crawling over you a few moments later. You ran your hands down his chest and marveled at the skin. He was so toned and his skin was so soft and warm against yours that it drove you crazy. You wanted to know so badly what it would feel like pressed against your own.

You undid his belt and let it fall to the floor before focusing on kissing and biting at his neck. Every time you did Taehyung let out a delicious little moan. It egged you to continue your ministrations on his body while he mapped out your own.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was naked and the only thing separating the two of you was your underwear.

He looked at you for permission, which you gave him.

Taehyung leaned down and licked gently before pulling the material off of you. Then he leaned forward and placed his mouth on your without any warning. A shriek ripped from your body as Taehyung continued to work you with his tongue.

It was so hot.

His mouth against your core was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. He was so talented with his mouth that you almost came right then and there, but you wanted to hold out until he was inside of you. That's all you wanted.

Taehyung seemed to get the message because soon he had removed his mouth and he was pumping his large erection while looking down at you.

His eyes still had a hazed over look, reminding you that he was drunk... He probably wasn't going to last very long, but that wasn't going to matter. You could get yourself off in the shower, as long as Taehyung fucked you once, that was going to be enough.

It would have to be.

You felt his cock rubbing against your core before pushing forward and barely giving you any time to adjust.

"Ah, Tae! Easy!" you yelped, grabbing onto his shoulder. His kissed your shoulder then up to your lips.

"Sorry, y-you feel really good, I can't help it," he moaned.

You had to agree. Tae felt amazing inside of you as well, the pain of being stretched out turning into an achy memory.

Soon he was bucking into you like a virgin. But it felt incredible. Even if Taehyung was drunk, he was still focused on making you feel good. Which was impressive to you.

It made you appreciate him even more, seeing as how almost shit faced drunk he was still focused on your pleasure over his. What a gentleman he was.

His hands were on your hips as he worked his cock in and out of you at an alarming rate. You could feel the pads of his fingers digging into your sides, but you weren't going to say anything but his name. It was the only word you could think of right now.

The faster he went, the more you thought about this experience coming to an end. The more you thought about how much of a desperate person you were right now. Letting your emotionally damaged best friend fuck you while he's drunk just because you've harbored a one sided love for him for a long time.

What the fuck was wrong with you?

The familiar burning sensation of tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn't stop them. As good as it felt to have Taehyung inside of you, you knew he was going to wake up and regret it. Whether it was because he felt like he took advantage of you, or he forced you into something that you didn't want to do. Or because he was shitfaced and he fucked someone that he really did care about.

You knew it was a mistake before he brought you to this bedroom, but it was your cross to bear.

Taehyung's thumbed wiped at your tears, much like you had done for him about an hour earlier.

"Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?" he asked, slowing his pace.

You shook your head and wiped at your tears pathetically.

"Sorry, i-it feels too good. I can't help it," you said, adding a small moan on the end of it to mask your damaged heart.

Taehyung seemed hesitant, but continued anyways.

Soon, you were screaming his name as he pounded into you dangerously, almost smacking your head into the headboard.

You gripped onto his shoulders and kissed his jaw as you felt yourself falling off the edge into the sweet arms of an orgasm.

Something that would take all of your pain away, just for a little while. You welcomed the pleasure with open arms.

Taehyung followed not long after, filling you to the brim with his cum.

He shuddered and shook against your as he finished, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

The reality of the situation hit you with full force.

You'd just had sex with your best friend.

While he was drunk.

Right after he got dumped by his girlfriend of three years.

After his proposal got rejected.

Some friend you were.

Taehyung pulled out of you and pulled the covers of you and himself. He pulled you in by the waist, snuggling much like the two of you had done before.

But this time was different.

You had shared your bodies, and it wasn't something you were going to be able to take back...

You'd never felt worse in your entire life.

You wanted to take a shower, not  because of Tae, but because of yourself.

What kind of person does that? Were you really that sleazy?

The guilt was eating you up inside. The guilt and the shame.

You were ashamed because you had enjoyed it. Tae had had sex with you and it was incredible. It was better than any sober man you'd ever had. And you knew it was because you loved him.

But he didn't love you.

He was drunk and emotional and just wanted some ass to fuck with for the night, and he just so happened to stumble into your apartment when you were feeling particularly vulnerable.

It was such a huge mistake.

Why did you and how could you let it happen?

But then again, how could you not let it happen? There was no way on earth you could deny him of anything he wanted. You loved him too much to let that happen.

People like you didn't need to exist on this planet... Did they?

Someone who takes advantage of others when they're vulnerable... Just for their own self gain.

It made you sick.

Once Taehyung was asleep you removed yourself from his arms and walked to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up as best as you could and got in the shower. You wanted to clean yourself of the filth that you had created. You wanted nothing more than to scrape your skin off. You felt so disgusted with yourself.

You shut off the shower.

The bathtub looked so inviting...

You turned on the water and watched it pour into the white tub that was so clean and pure, unlike yourself.

You needed to cleanse yourself.

The water was starting to overflow, but that didn't matter.

You stepped into the bath and let the warmth of the water envelop you.

You scooted down until you were completely under the water and you opened your mouth and inhaled deeply.

It burned and you wanted to cough, but you wouldn't let yourself. You continued to inhale until your vision blurred and you couldn't think anymore.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Taehyung was cold...

He lifted his head and noticed that you were no longer in the bed beside him. He was still a little drunk, but he knew what he was doing. He got up and pulled his boxers on before wandering into the bathroom to take a piss before crawling back to bed.

Maybe you were a little embarrassed about what had happened so you went to sleep on the couch.

Once he was done in the bathroom he would carry you back to bed and he would sleep on the couch. He had been the one to initiate it anyways. No need for you to be uncomfortable.

Taehyung wandered into the bathroom and noticed that the bathtub was overflowing.

Your hands were floating in the water and your towel was on the floor besides the tub.

Taehyung got an uneasy feeling as he approached the bathtub. He peered inside and saw you under the water.

He tapped your hand to make you come up for air, but you didn't move.

"___? Did you fall asleep under there or what?" he laughed, pulling on your wrist.

You still didn't move.

Panic started to settle in his stomach.

He pulled on your arm and got your head above the water. Your lips had a little blue hue to them, and you were turning pale.

Taehyung's heart dropped as he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom floor.

He set you down on the floor and started CPR. He pushed hard and worked on getting all the water out of your lungs. He saw some of it coming out and pouring onto the floor, but he was still scared.

"___, come on baby, please. Don't do this to me... You'll be alright, just get up," he said with a begging tone.

How long had you been under there?

He hadn't really been asleep, just dozing, and no more than twenty minutes could have passed since the two of you had finished.

He continued the compressions and watched as more and more water come out of your mouth.

He pinched your nose and breathed for you, before starting the compressions again.

You couldn't die. Not after he'd just had the most meaningful sex of his entire life. You had been there for him since the beginning and he really wanted to try to make a relationship with you work. Even if he had just gotten out of the shittiest one of his life. All it took was a kiss from you to know what it meant to feel true and utter adoration.

He continued CPR until finally, you gasped and started spitting up water onto the floor.

Taehyung hadn't realized it, but he was crying.  He cradled your face in his hands as he looked at you with unbridled joy.

-_-_-_-_-_-

"____! Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

Taehyung yelped as he brought you into his arms. You looked around the room and realized you were in your bathroom.

D-Did he save you?

"Tae?" Your voice was croaky but he was there, holding you all the while.

"Yes, babe, I'm right here. Jesus, I thought you were dead... Do you know how badly you scared me?" He yelled, tears falling down his face.

You held your hand up and wiped his tears away, except this time, you were the cause of those tears.

"I-I'm sorry," you breathed not really understanding why he was still there.

"Why did you do that?"

"I-I was wrong to sleep with you, Tae... You're drunk and not thinking clearly, plus you just broke up with-"

He silenced you with a kiss.

"I don't want to think about her, just you. What we did wasn't a mistake. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me... If only I'd realized that before I met that stupid bitch... I really care about you, and if you give me the chance... I'd like to prove it to you..."

Tears welled up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his deeply.

"Please tell me you meant that..."

"Every word..."

Owner

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

Sometimes you wondered if people actually had brains in their heads. Because, a few people in your place of work were seriously making you think otherwise.

 First, it was your intern spilling the offices order of coffee this morning and then leaving early because of an appointment that he so conveniently remembered just as the afternoon droll was rolling around. Then it was a deadline for a project of yours getting pushed up a few weeks, putting more strain on your team then you were willing to force on them, so you took on the majority of the work. Next it was your ex-boyfriend coming by and asking for the keys to your newly single person home as he forgot some of his things in the storage closet in the upstairs office. Honestly, you didn’t really care anymore, although seeing him so nonchalantly walking into your workplace and confirming your co-worker’s suspicions was somewhat humiliating.

 And, to top it all off, you had to work late that night.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner with us Miss Y/N?”

 You shook your head and waved dismissively at the woman talking to you.

 “I’m sure, I need to get this done before the night is over or I will be massively backed up when we get back from the weekend, and I really don’t want that to happen,” you said, not even bothering to look up at her.

 You heard someone clear their throat as everyone shuffled out of the room.

 Finally, peace and quiet.

 The office had a sort of calmness that it didn’t have during the day at this time of night. No other souls were in the building, besides the security guards and you were free to work in peace. Sometimes you purposefully stayed late because then you could work more efficiently than when there were about twenty people in the office.

 Although, this meant another night of sleep deprivation.

 But, you weren’t really one to sleep restfully in the first place.

 The minutes drew into hours and those hours started to stack scarily high.

It was around 3:00 in the morning when you finally pushed away from your desk and started to clean up.

 You had finished the organizing of the files and also got a head start on the presentation. Mild inconvenience now will make your life ten times easier in the future.

 The wheels on your chair squeaked as you stood up and stretched, finally feeling the blood making its way around your body. You rubbed your tired eyes and then noticed your phone was ringing.

 Who the hell would be calling you at this hour? Never the less, it could be someone from overseas calling not being aware that they were being a massive dick. The idea of more work strained your brain, however, you picked it up.

 “Hello? This is Y/N,” you said in your calm and level voice.

 Your mother’s screeching voice echoed through the phone. “Hello darling! How are you? What are you up to?”

 Without thinking about it, you instinctively pulled the phone away from your ear to prevent going deaf, before carefully hovering it near your ear so you could actually hear what she had to say. Not that you cared much.

 “Hi, mom… Why are you calling so early?”

 A gasp sounded through the phone.

 “I’m so sorry darling! Did I wake you? I forgot I was in Paris for a minute there… Anyways, I wanted to confirm something with you.”

 Of course she forgot she was in Paris. Probably one of the most extravagant cities in the world and renowned for being the city of love. But of course, it’s easy to forgot you’re there sometimes. Understandable.

 “What is that?”

 “I remember you gushing about your boyfriend, and I realized I’d never met him! I would love to do so, probably this weekend. I’ll come over for tea and see if I approve of this man in your life. Sorry to wake you, I’ll get going now! Au revoir!”

 And with that, the line cut off.

 It was very common for your mother to randomly invite herself into your home and cause havoc in your life. She’d told off multiple partners in your life that they weren’t good enough for you, in front of their faces. And of course, no one wants an in-law that’s over bearing anyways. No to mention a complete bitch on top of that.

 But, you guess that if you got her favorite tea and made sure that your boyfriend-

 Oh fuck.

 That’s right.

 The dick had dumped you after getting another chick pregnant. He had kept up the façade for two months, secretly meeting with her and helping her through her morning sickness while you woke up to an empty bed and confusion.

 And now, your mother was coming over. Expecting to meet your boyfriend that you had been ‘gushing’ about. When in reality, you only had told her you were serious about this man. She probably didn’t even remember his name.

 “Noona? What are you still doing here?” A tired voice came through the air.

 Taehyung, a new security guard in your building approached you. He’d brought you some snacks one night and you both had bonded over stale Cheetos and cheap beer. He was a good person and not that much younger than you. Just a year. He had a superior named Namjoon that was the head of security in your building and he was just as kind, just a bit stricter.

 “Nothing, just busy with work. Paper work and all that shit. Just about to head home though,” you said, grabbing your bag and hauling it over your shoulder.

 “Oh, want me to walk you out?” He asked, gesturing towards the door in a ridiculously lavish fashion.

 “Sure, sounds good. We haven’t spoken in a while,” you said, heading towards the door with him.

 The two of you were chatting on the ride down the elevator and exchanged a few jokes and yawns before the ding of the elevator bell brought you out of your tired state.

 “Well, I’m off to protect all your important files,” he said, getting ready to hit the button to go up.

  Then, a stupid idea wormed its way into your head.

 “Hey! Wait!” Taehyung jolted and stopped, jumping out of the elevator before it shut.

 “Um, yes, Noona?”

 “Want to be my boyfriend?”

 You asked, before thinking about your wording too carefully.

 Taehyung turned a bright pink color before choking on air and starting to cough.

 “Oh!”

 You rushed over and patted him on the back, hoping to help calm his fit.

 When he finally got the air back in his lungs he looked up at you with surprise written all over his features.

 “I thought it was my job to ask you out?”

 You scoffed before shaking your head.

 “That’s a sexist statement Taehyung. But, I meant my fake boyfriend. My mom is coming over for tea this weekend and my ex had to go knock another girl up. So, I kind of need a stand in,” you said, wringing your hands together.

 “Ah, I was wondering why you would be asking me out so suddenly. And, sorry that happened, your ex is a complete dick who doesn’t know what he gave up. But, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it very much,” he said with a cute little blush dusting his features.

 Guilt rushed through your system. How could you ask Taehyung to do that? He was so sweet and asking him to lie because your mother is incredibly pushy isn’t right.

 “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hope I didn’t just make things incredibly awkward,” you rushed, hoping to God he wasn’t mad.

 You heard a little giggle that lifted your spirits and Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder.

 “I’m actually flattered that you asked me, but, like I said. I don’t think my girlfriend would bite, although I could always ask, wouldn’t kill me to do so,” he said, reaching for his phone. You stopped him quickly.

 “No, that’s fine. I should just tell her that he broke up with me and take the heat.”

 The idea displeased you greatly, due to the fact that you would never hear the end of it. ‘Why did he leave you?’ ‘If you were doing everything that I did as a wife this would’ve never happened!’

 Now you knew why dad had died so early.

 You were starting to like the idea more and more yourself.

 Taehyung gave you a sad smile before heading towards the elevator again.

 “Well, I better get back to work, Namjoon-Hyung with probably already kick my butt for being out this long anyways. Wish me luck,” he said as the door shut.

 “Yeah, good luck…”

  The night air bit at your skin as the tendrils of winter started to wrap around the city. The sounds of police sirens and cars honking as you walked filled the suffocating silence that awaited you at your door step.

 The walk gave you plenty time to devise a plan however.

 Loads of ideas had come up in your mind.

 You could tell your mother that he simply had to work. But then you would have to explain to her where he worked and then she would insist on taking him a lunch or something of the like.

 Bad plan.

 There was always the classic, ‘Oh, he was feeling a little under the weather today and didn’t want to give it to us. How considerate is he?’ Although, then she would say you could prepare a meal for him and go nurse him back to health! He’d definitely have to marry you then, certainly!

 Bad plan.

 Then, if worst came to worst, you told her the truth. Which then would result in endless amounts of complaints of travelling all the way to your crummy apartment, that actually wasn’t that bad, just to be disappointed, like usual. Why couldn’t you keep a man? Was it that hard to just keep your mouth shut and please them? Is she ever going to get the grandchildren she so endlessly wants to spoil?

 Bad plan.

 You knew your mother wasn’t completely heartless. But, she was pretty self-centered and didn’t really care about much more than fancy material items and her own reflection.

 That and every nook and cranny of your life.

 Ever since you were born your life had been dictated by her and what she wanted for you. You hadn’t even gotten to choose what figure inspired you the most for an essay you wrote. She had to pick that too.

 However, since moving out, you had gotten a sweet taste of freedom from her and it was everything you could’ve hoped for and more.

 And now that you have it, you were going to do everything you could to keep it. Even if that meant lying straight to her face.

 Your apartment building came into view and you were heading towards the door when the sound of someone running up the street caught your attention. You turned to look and noticed a tall man running towards you.

 He was scratched up and looked a little worse for wear. He was also sporting a black eye that didn’t look good either. Fear flooded your system as you started reaching for the door, keeping your eyes on him.

 The door clicked and relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Until you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

 “Think you could help me?”

 His voice was thick as honey and it was strained. He was panting heavily, and it sounded a little off.

 You turned and almost screamed at the person in front of you. Or, if it was even a person.

 It was a boy with normal male features, but with two ears sticking straight up out of his head. He must’ve been one of those furry people who dress up like animals and get busy with each other.

 Weird, but you weren’t one to judge people.

 Not too often, anyways.

 But, at 4:00 in the morning outside your apartment building you were feeling rather judgmental. Especially towards some stranger with dog ears.

 “What?”

 “Can you be my owner?”

 Confusion was the only emotion you felt at the moment.

 “Your owner?” You thought about it for a moment and realized it must’ve been some sort of roleplay thing. “Sorry, I’m not really into this sort of thing and we don’t know each other so-”

 “THERE HE IS!” A random man shouted from the end of the street and the sound of feet clambering up towards you was loud in your ears.

 “Shit! Please, be my owner and I’ll do anything you want. Absolutely anything, please, just pretend to be my owner,” he begged.

 You looked into his eyes and saw genuine fear. Your heart lurched as he looked petrified.

 “Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow, and watched as he nodded frantically.

 “Anything.” He confirmed for you.

 Finally, the men approached you. They were all middle aged, and unhealthily large at that. They were huffing and puffing as they came towards you and whoever the man next to you was.

 “You need to come with us, pooch,” one of the said, when he wasn’t wheezing that was.

 One of them pulled out an inhaler and then proceeded to head towards the man next to you. You blocked them with a movement of your hand. They looked at you confused until you pushed the man behind you and stepped forward, crossing your arms in front of you and putting on your best face.

 Time to put on a show.

 “What’s the meaning of this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and scanning the men in front of you.

 “He’s an unregistered hybrid who’s been reported of indecent exposure. We need to take him in,” he said.

 “And who might you be?” You question, walking towards them with an intimidating glare. The men backed off slightly and stood up a little straighter, trying to save the pride they were losing.

 “We’re dog catchers. This hybrid needs to come with us,” he said, reaching for the man behind you again.

 You reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping anymore forward movement.

 “I think you’ll find that he doesn’t need to come with you. He’s mine, and I you can’t just take something that belongs to me.”

 The men looked at you with shocked expressions.

 “W-We weren’t aware that he had an owner, he has no collar or I.D on him.”

 “Too much of a hassle, didn’t care for it, he behaves well enough. But apparently I need to be more stern with him, thank you for chasing him back home.” You said, starting to head towards the door.

 “Wait! You need to fill out registration papers for him!”

 You turned on your heel.

 “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and his name is Jungkook, figure out the rest for yourselves. If I see you around here again I will call the police for harassment. I think we’re done here, come on Jungkook,” you said, walking towards the door.

 He followed you without a word and the men were left there without a word.

  You walked up to your apartment in silence. This hybrid gentleman hadn’t said anything since he had confirmed he would do anything for your assistance and you weren’t sure if he was planning on speaking anytime soon.

 When you entered the apartment he stayed outside the door, seemingly tentative towards the new space.

 “You can come in,” you said, looking at him.

 He walked in slowly before shutting the door behind you.

 It was silent for a few moments before he seemed to gather himself to speak.

 “Thank you for your help,” he said, looking down at his hands.

 “I didn’t do it for free you know,” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

 “Ah, that’s right, what did you want? I’m assuming the usual thing, am I right?” He said, walking towards you.

 “The usual what-”

 You were cut off with warm lips against your own. You were shocked before you finally got your bearings and shoved him off of you and slapping him across the face.

 He stood still and held his cheek, moderately stunned.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You growled, ready to beat his ass if need be.

 He was frozen.

 “I-I’m sorry, I thought… The usual thing that people want from us hybrids is sex, it was my fault I’m sorry…”

 Guilt raised in your stomach as you watched him recover from the shock. He seemed far to used to getting hit for your liking.

 “Come here,” you said, walking over to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice out of the freezer and handed it to him.

 He slowly placed it on his eye and draped it down his cheek.

 “I’m sorry.”

 He shook his head.

 “It was my fault for assuming. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that, I’m sorry,” he said once again.

 “Do you have a name?”

 You asked, looking at the rest of his wounds.

 “Jungkook?” He questioned.

 “Is that really your name?”

 “I don’t know; I’ve never had one before. It’s generally just been Hybrid #233418, for as long as I’ve been alive.”

 You felt sick. Only being known as a number, no one caring enough to give you a name. An identity to call your own.

 It was wrong and dehumanizing.

 “Do you like the name Jungkook? You can keep it or change it, I’ll call you whatever you like,” you said, walking over to the fridge for a couple bottles of water.

 “Since my owner gave me the name, I’ll keep it. Does it suit me you think?”

 You turned around and handed him a water.

 “Your owner? You mean me? I’m not your owner,” you said, setting him straight.

 “But you are, you agreed to be my owner and told the dog catchers your name,” he remembered, grabbing the bottle of water and chugging it down with gusto.

 “How do you know that was my real name?”

 He set down the bottle of water, which was now almost empty, before looking at you intently.

 “You don’t look like the kind of person that is good at lying. That’s why I trust you,” he said, giving you a cute little smile.

 “Okay, what are hybrids? I’ve never seen anyone with ears like that…” You said, staring at them with curiosity.

 Jungkook seemed to notice this and they flattened on his head slightly.

 “Hybrids? You don’t know anything about the sex industry do you?” You shook your head dumbly. “We were made for sexual purposes. Since we’re not technically human, it’s not considered prostitution. Although, some of us are bought for companions and arm candy for those in higher in society. Sometimes we’re bought as pets. But, generally, we’re a good fuck for people who can’t get any from their significant other,” he explained.

 “So that’s why you kissed me…” you said, fitting the pieces together in your mind.

 “Yes, I thought you were aware of us, but apparently I can’t assume anything with you,” he chuckled afterwards, rubbing his cheek.

 “Why were those dog catchers after you?”

 He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

 “It’s a long story. And honestly, I’m too tired to remember most of it. Basically, I was sick of fucking people every day, and for a male hybrid that’s saying something. I was tired of being treating like a piece of meat, like I didn’t matter. So I bolted one night when my client was asleep. Been on the run ever since,” he said.

 “And what was all of that about indecent exposure,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

 He blushed slightly and cleared his throat.

 “Well, just because I didn’t want to be prostituted doesn’t mean that I object to sex when it’s offered…”

 “I don’t see what that has to do with indecent exposure,” you said, giving him a look.

 “I was chased out of a very angry man’s house after sleeping with his daughter,” he said, leaning forward on the counter.

 “Good for you.”

 He laughed and the sound was almost heavenly. The longer you looked at him, you couldn’t imagine that he was ever in any kind of hardship. He had a twinkle in his eyes that just screamed trouble, and you were interested.

 “So, if you don’t want me for my skills in the bedroom-”

 You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Please,” you laughed before drinking more of your water.

 Jungkook took the bait.

 “I was the most paid for hybrid since I turned legal. I don’t disappoint,” he whispered lowly, trying to be seductive.

 “Cute pup, but not going to work on me,” you said before pushing him back.

 “Fair enough, you’re a tough woman, I’ll give you that. However, that doesn’t answer the question. What do you want me for?”

 You thought it over for a few moments then looked him dead in the eye.

 “Jungkook, I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”

Cornfields

Holy shit, an update. Sorry it’s not Owner guys, I swear I’m working on it! But for now, enjoy Yoongi as an awkward as fuck alien. 

DON’T OWN THE PHOTO

Traveling through space with an alien was weird.

Like, being a human aboard a spaceship was unheard of in these times, but it happened...

It started like any other, dark and kinda cold. You lay in bed, contemplating what the following months would bring. Dreading the day you’d pick your marriage partner. The human species was slowly going stagnant. If the race did nothing, humans were going to die out, and that apparently wasn’t an option.

So now, you had multiple tests done and fertility clinics were all the rage. People were chosen for one another based on successful impregnation statistics and compatibility of gene pools.

Was this to be the rest of your life? Living with a man you didn’t really know, just to produce more people for a dying race? Some found it noble and accepted their new fates with big shoulders to rest their burden upon. You?

The idea of being stuck on this planet for the rest of your meagre life seemed a bit dull, to be completely honest. Ever since new lives and new species started coming to Earth, many of humanity had left the planet, rathering to travel the stars in search of a better tomorrow or some shit.

A loud crash and a bright light encased your room. You bolted from bed and looked at the scene before you. A ship, lodged into the cornfield next to your house. This felt like a cheap old movie from the early 2000’s, almost two thousand years ago ironically. However, enticed by the cliche you ran down the stairs to find an alien staring at his ship in distaste.

He was something to behold. Looking almost humanoid, except his eyes were bright green and his hair a naturally occuring royal blue. He also had body markings over his slightly gray tinged skin. He was a sight to behold in this boring world.

“Well this is, what do the humans call it? Unfortunate,” he said, staring at the crumpled piece of metal with mused interest.

“Hi,” you said lamely, trying to figure out how to keep this person’s interest. Slowly, he turned and looked to you.

“Are you human?” He questioned, coming slightly closer. You backed up slightly, but held a firm stance.

“Yes, why?” you confirmed.

“Just wondering if the stupid GPS got me to the right planet, and it didn’t. I typed in Humanix, stupid thing took me to the closest planets with humans instead. Great,” he huffed, annoyed.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, looking at the state of his vessel, then to him. He shook his head and pointed to an escape pod a few hundred meters down the field.

“Ditched it before it crumpled under the pressure difference of your atmosphere. Stupid thing really wasn’t worth the credits I spent on it.”

You spent the night speaking with whom you found out to be Min Yoongi. A Uzmanic from the planet Utheridian. They were fairly close to humans, however they didn’t die as quickly nor were they a favorite amongst the people of the universe. They had been known to worm their way into politics and cause chaos and throw the worlds into disarray for the short handed amusement it would create. They don’t particularly care for much. However, they are truly beautiful to behold.

Yoongi, as you discovered, didn’t really like a majority of his kin and ditched them. Rathering to research the stars and the people they harbored.

It was a noble enough cause, so you naturally wanted in.

He had stayed with you for three weeks, working on his ship everyday and carving his way into your heart. The morning he was supposed to leave, you walked out with him, in the same field where you’d met.

“Yoongi, I’m going to miss you,” you said, biting your lip as he ran a few more diagnostic tests.

“Well, seeing as how I have become a constant in your life. Now that I am going to depart, sadness is to be expected,” he announced, not looking up from his device.

“Are you going to miss me?” you asked, feeling human emotions of possessiveness and the need to be wanted running rampant.

“For a bit I guess, but I’m young and I’m sure I’ll forget you one day,” he said, the sharpness of his words cutting you like a knife.

In the time you’d known Yoongi, you’d quickly figured out words were not his forefront. He often said things without thinking about the consequences they’d have on more emotionally fueled species, humans being the main example.

“Ah, I see,” you said, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Yoongi’s head lifted at the waver in your tone. He hadn’t heard that sound from you before. The wetness in your eyes confused him. What were you doing that for? It seemed inconvenient after you had painted your face with ‘cosmetics’ as he noticed your eyelashes looked clumpier.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming closer. You pushed him away and rubbed your eyes in frustration.

“Crying you idiot, it’s what humans do when they’re hurt or sad,” you explained, trying to save your makeup with a tissue.

“I know you’re sad ‘cause I’m leaving, but it’ll be alright. You’ll meet that marriage partner you were telling me about, have someone to be with,” he tried to make you feel better. But that only made the crying continue, at a much more alarming rate.

Sobs echoed through the field, birds going silent for fear of the unknown sound. Yoongi watched as your face turned red and your eyes produced an astonishing amount of liquid. He’d seen other creatures do something similar to this crying, but it wasn’t as hideous as this. Your nose was running as you fell to your knees. Yoongi, now worried for your safety followed you down and tried to see where the injury was.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, wondering if sadness truly was the cause of this outburst.

“Yes,” you whimpered, unable to really speak through the mess of snot and tears. Yoongi’s heart rate jumped. You were injured! He had to help you! The human race was rare enough as it was in the cosmos, and even more so on their home planet. To hell he’d let such a species die right before him.

“Where? Where does it hurt, what happened?” he asked. You pointed to your chest, right where the human heart should sit.

“My heart hurts,” you said, a tear falling from your eyelashes and hitting the ground below. Yoongi reached forward, touching your chest in a hurry. An unexpected pain hit his face and he held his cheek in astonishment.

“You hit me,” he said, his tone incredulous.

“Don’t touch my chest you weirdo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you screeched, tears stopping and face turning less red, a more pinkish color now, focused mainly in the cheeks.

“You said your heart hurts, I’m trying to save your life! And now my face hurts, you jerk,” he said, rubbing his tender flesh.

It was deathly quiet, before a snort erupted from your throat. Suddenly, you were laughing. The sound reached Yoongi’s ears and the familiarity of it soothed his worried mind. Yoongi offered a cock eyed grimace with no real malice inside. Just pure wonderment at a species that could literally change emotions with two or three seconds.

Once your laughter died down, you gave him a smile. Yoongi felt confusion sweep over him again. You still had tears of sadness in your eyes. But a smile generally meant humans were happy, did it not? How could you hold two emotions on your face? Humans truly were incredible.

“I really am going to miss you,” you said, reaching out to touch his face. Yoongi flinched, but then relaxed into the warmth of your palm. Uzmanics general run ten or twenty degrees lower than humans. Helping them adapt to the heat of their planet.

Yoongi felt a pang inside of his chest. An emotion unfamiliar to him.

Sadness.

He was sad that he was leaving also. But he knew there was much to do out in the universe. It was vast and unexplored and there was much to see. He couldn’t live here with you...

Uzmanics had a telepathic ability. If touched on the skin, they were able to see what the other was thinking. Generally, they had to get the person to relax and open up allowing them to see inside their mind. However, he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. They were there, almost pushing their way into his mind.

Yoongi’s face smiled back at him. The corn in full bloom. Your hands outstretched before him, reaching for his form. He came running back, taking your hand and leading you out into the blazing field, drenched in the afternoon sun. He watched as the two of you played in the field of corn, running amongst the stalks and laughing. When the night became dark, Yoongi saw himself in your bed next to you, sleeping soundly. Next he saw you looking down at your stomach, a wide bulbous mass in front of you. Yoongi was on his knees before you, placing his mouth against your skin. Then there was no longer a large mound on your body, but a small bundle in your arms, a tiny face with bright green eyes peering up at you.

A child, looking at it’s mother.

When you took your hand away, Yoongi almost followed. Wanting to continue to live in that fantasy you dreamed up for him. However, when your touch left, so did your emotions. He realized how ridiculous that was. Staying here? A dying Earth with a species that was already abandoning the ground for the skies. There wasn’t a chance he would stay here... Except, maybe for you.

“Yoongi?” you asked as the two of you stood from the ground. His hand was on the clasp for the ship, readying himself to pull open the door.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning to you.

“Can I ask a favor?” you offered, coming closer.

“I guess, what is it?” he said, dropping his hand from the metal.

“It’s human tradition to hug when there is a departure... I was wondering if we could hug, because your leaving and stuff,” you said, biting your lip.

“How do we hug?”

You chuckled at the question and came forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his chest. Yoongi wrinkled his brows in confusion, but mimicked your behavior. The sensation was one of comfort, he realized. You didn’t want him to leave, so this was your way of seeking his comfort for the departure.

“I have to go,” he said, pulling his arms off of you.

“I know,” you said, doing the same.

“Hope your life goes as you want it to. Don’t die young, don’t be stupid and don’t cry so much. You look really gross when you do that,” he said, offering his advice. You laughed softly and nodded.

“I’ll try my best, thank you Yoongi,” you said.

“For what?”

“For crashing into the corn,” you explained.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how his desecration of your crops was a good thing, but he didn’t question it. He nodded before hauling himself into his ship and beginning to start the engines. His mind can’t shake that image though...

The look of pure happiness on his face, how happy you longed for him to be...

You were back on your porch, watching the spaceship beginning to depart. Your heart was breaking a thousand times over again. He really was leaving, he wasn’t going to stay with you... No matter how much you dreamed for it to be true.

Yoongi looked and used his heightened abilities to gaze at you on the porch, the tears were apparent still. But it wasn’t sobbing like earlier. It was just broken, small hiccups that shook your frame every now and again as you saw the engines begin to phase in correct alignment.

Pain gripped his heart as he saw you in that state. He didn’t know why the pain was there, but he didn’t like it one bit.

A fairly stupid idea struck him...

Perhaps you couldn’t live in a corn field together... But you could travel the stars together...

Yoongi jumped from the ship and ran across the field. You noticed his frame and began to run as well. Tripping over your legs and rushing to be by his side again. Once near each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi, unsure of what kind of expression this was quickly unraveled your limbs and took your hands.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Come with me,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Get into that spaceship, and come with me,” he said, pointing to the door.

“Are you serious?” you asked, smiling at him then the ship before you.

“Of course I am, but are you?” he asked, raising a blue eyebrow at you.

“Definitely.”

And that’s how this journey started. In a field of corn, with a dream.

* * *

Now, you had been traveling with Yoongi for almost two years. The two of you were the best of friends. The only friend he’d ever had, really. The Uzmanics don’t really form bonds with others, it is seen as messy and kind of unimportant to tangle yourself with other individuals in their eyes... But, when they do form a bond it is an intense one.

Yoongi and yourself had seen many things together. Some terrifying, some incredible. And everything was still ahead of you. There was too much out there to see, and not enough time to see it. But like fuck if you weren’t going to try.

Yoongi had decided upon another topic of research... Saving species. How to do so and how to make them repopulate in an efficient manner. He’d been reading for almost three months, and you were getting rather bored with it all. The last planet you’d been on had a stagnant population and was dying out rather quickly. It was a similar background as yours, but a few stages further along.

Ever since Yoongi saw the dead fetus in their laboratory, something struck within him. He never wanted to see that again.

Although, being on warp speed for a few months can get really fucking boring.

Time to pester!

You wandered down the halls of the ship, making your way to Yoongi’s study. He’d spent most of his time in here as of late. And you were not happy with the abandonment.

Knocking on the door caused a muffled groan of ‘enter’, from Yoongi’s lips. You strolled in, smiling and ready to cause mischief, it was one of your specialities.

“Yoongiiiii~” you breathed, sitting on his desk next to him as he read his book.

“What is it, Y/N. I’m busy,” he announced.

“Busy, oh I see. Am I that uninteresting that you’d rather read your book?”

“If that’s how you want to take it, sure,” he said.

You peaked at the book he was reading.

Anatomy of the Human Male - Volume 12

He was reading about your species? You wondered for what purpose.

“What are you reading that for?” you asked, leaning against his shoulders.

“The human race is one of the races closest to extinction. I am wondering if breeding with other species will help the gene pool become more varied, helping with fertilization. I’m studying up on the males to see what sort of species could be compatible,” he said.

“Wow, you really want to save us,” you explained. Yoongi looked at you and nodded.

“I never want to see the result of infertility again. It was horrific,” he swallowed thickly.

“Well, what species have you found to be compatible?” you asked.

“A few, humans are a fickle race. Females don’t breed easily, and when they do the fertility has to be timed and cycled correctly for the egg to be bred correctly, then the female has to take care of the-”

“Yoongi, I know all about that. I happen to be a human female myself,” you commented.

“That’s right, I forget that sometimes,” he sighed. “The Adamantians might be a good fit, however their abandonment of young might not feel correct for humans.”

“Absolutely not,” you said.

“What?”

“Is that the thing you’d have females breeding with? Hell no, for my fellow human females I’ll be the one picking here. Show me another one,” you said.

Yoongi flushed slightly, but continued with his list. “The Extraxians also pose good numbers, however the males are a little awkward to say the least... The females might have good luck with human males though,” he noted.

“Ew, gross. I could never have sex with that,” you stated. Yoongi sighed and continued on down the list.

Failure after failure. Yoongi kept running into the same problem.

His lack of knowledge on the actual act of breeding, as well as the females anatomy. All of the books of female reproduction and breeding are highly sought after, due to their rarity.

“Y/N, quit making gagging sounds over there and help me figure this out,” he said rubbing his face in frustration.

“Well, Yoongi it sounds like there is a lack of data for the experiment. So, gather more data. Find more books to read and stuff,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I can’t gather data on a dying race, there isn’t enough of them. Plus, the books on female anatomy are far too expensive, I’d have to sell everything in order to purchase just a chapter,” he said, rubbing his face.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, biting your lip yet again. He was worried for the skin there.

“Hmm?”

“What if I told you, there was something better than a book that could tell you everything you wanted to know about female anatomy of the human race?” you said, blushing. Yoongi was confused to say the least. What could possibly be better than one of the most sought after pieces of literature in the modern age?

“What are you talking about?” he asked, taking his glasses off to look at you.

“Yoongi, I am a human female.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “We’ve discussed this,” he muttered, losing interest.

“Which means I have female human anatomy,” you said. Yoongi thought about your statement.

“Y/N, it’s so kind of you to offer, but I don’t want to kill you and cut you open for science. You’re a friend of mine,” he said, pushing his hair up off of his face.

“What? No! I don’t want you to dissect me! I’ll show you on my body, Yoongi!” you said. Yoongi thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a rather good idea.

“Alright, that’s fair. How would you like to proceed?” he asked.

“Well, I guess you could ask me what parts you’re confused about and I’ll show them to you and explain how they work,” you said, coming closer. Yoongi nodded and looked at his book.

“Alright, so the hips seem to be mentioned frequently. Can you show me your hips please?” Yoongi asked, you nodded and slowly lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach to him. He marveled at the smooth texture it appeared to have.

“My hips are here,” you said, pointing to the joint just underneath your ribs and the skin that slightly flares out. Yoongi nodded and came closer.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked, looking up for permission.

“Yes,” you breathed slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached forward, his skin touching yours. Ever since the two of you began traveling together, he put up an impressive mental wall to keep your thoughts yours and his thoughts his. But your skin was beautiful. He loved how soft and supple it felt against his hands. As primal as humans could be, they had a very lovely feeling.

“So your bone should be,” he gripped a bit tightly. “Here.”

He smiled and turned to his notebook, writing down a few obscure scribbles.

“Next the Iliac Crest,” he announced.

“It’s kind of hard to show you, let me guide your hand,” you said, reaching your palm towards him. He nodded and let you move his hand down your stomach along the side of your hip that sloped towards your lower body. “Do you feel that dip? That’s the Iliac Crest,” you confirmed. Yoongi nodded and felt your skin, enjoying the sensation.

“Interesting, how about the breasts?” he asked. You squealed slightly, moving up to cup your chest from nerves. “Where are they?” he asked, wondering what was taking you so long.

“U-um, well. Those are considered intimate parts to humans...”

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s scientific, I promise you. I just want to help,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your hip gently. The feeling made you crumple and you nodded.

“This is embarrassing for me so, don’t be so... blunt, please,” you said, pulling your shirt over your head. Yoongi stared at the new skin revealed to him. You had more fabric on underneath the shirt you were wearing... How much clothing did you need?

“So, where are your breasts?” he asked yet again. You blushed and unhooked the oddly shaped clothing item and let it fall to the floor. What he saw were two peaks with a beautiful rosy nub at the tip.

“T-these are, um... My breasts,” you said, trying not to cover yourself.

Yoongi stood up and surveyed the territory. Men didn’t have these, that was for sure.

“What do you have these for?” he asked, looking at them, wondering about their purpose.

“To feed children when they’re born. Much like animals with their kids, human mothers produce milk from their breasts full of nutrients to help their young,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and wrote down the information.

“May I, uh, touch them?” he asked, not wanting to over step.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Just be gentle... They’re, ah, very sensitive,” you commented. Yoongi nodded and reached his hands forward cupping your skin in his palms. The rounded buds poked at his skin.

“What are the pink colored buds at the end of your breasts?” he asked, continuing to feel your chest.

“A-ah, they are my nipples... That’s where the child feeds from,” you said, biting your lip. Yoongi squeezed particularly hard and a moan ripped through your throat. Yoongi dropped his hands and looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, touching your shoulder. You nodded quickly, eager for his touch.

“It’s fine, like I said it’s just... sensitive...”

“Okay, that’s alright... Um, well. The next thing would be the mons pubis?” he said, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the ground.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, that’s a woman’s most sensitive place... That’s our genitals. Everything we need for making the baby is down there,” you said, pointing to your pants. Yoongi nodded.

“I don’t have to see it, if you don’t want me to... You can just explain and I’ll try to find out from there-”

“No,” you said firmly. “I want to help too. If me being a little embarrassed can help save humans then I can tough it out,” you said, getting up on his desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at your position on his desk.

“I need you to help me take these off,” you said, undoing your pants. Yoongi nodded and came forward, helping you push the material off of your legs. You sat on his desk, clad in only your light blue panties. Yoongi observed you, assessing the situation.

“Are you certain we can continue, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, touching your knee.

“Yeah, it’s alright, I’m alright.”

Yoongi nodded and slowly pulled your panties down and off your legs, exposing your vagina. Yoongi dropped to his knees before you and pushed your legs apart slowly.

“Alright so where’s the mons pubis?” he asked, gazing at the pink tones.

“Up here,” you said, moving your hands against your pelvic region. Yoongi nodded and took a few notes.

“Alright and-”

“Don’t you want to touch it?” you asked, Yoongi flushed.

“I don’t think that’s going to be necessary you seem nervous and-” he was cut off as you moved his hand to your skin. He felt the soft hair that collected there. As well as the heat that was radiating from further down.

“W-what’s next?” you asked.

“The Labium Majus?” he stated. You moved your hand and his down to the lips of your center. He touched the hot skin there and grabbed his pen once more.

“Right here,” you said, panting at the attention he was giving you.

“I see,” he noted, writing again.

“Where else do you want to see?” you asked, waiting for instructions.

“The Labium Minus,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyes from his books to look at your center.

“Those should be, right-ah!” you gasped, feeling his finger brush against your clit. Yoongi looked to you with concern.

“Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” he asked, moving his hand away. You nodded quickly.

“You didn’t hurt me, but that’s another part I’ll teach you quickly. That’s the clitourous, it-it’s one of the most sensitive parts on the female body. It provides pleasure during intercourse,” you explained, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Oh, I see...” he commented, looking at the small bud with curiosity. “Can I touch it again?” he asked, wondering if your reactions would continue.

“Yes, please,” you begged. Yoongi moved his thumb over your pearl again and you arched your back into his touch. Yoongi noticed your reaction and made a note of it in his mind. A willing female participant and a compatible alien...

The final and most likely pair to create an offspring was a human female with a male Uzmanic...

Yoongi kept his pace up, watching as your skin began to flush and turn a soft shade of pink. He stared at your center as it began to lubricate itself, or he assumed that’s what you were doing.

“Y/N, you’re creating a substantial amount of fluid-”

“I’m wet for you, Yoongi,” you breathed, staring into his eyes.

Uzmanic males had similar biology to human males. They looked rather similar from the books that Yoongi had read, however Uzmanics were a tad bigger than the average human male. However, they had the same set up. Testicles and a penis all in the same areas on their bodies. Although he had a feeling his intercourse was much different than the human’s.

Although Yoongi couldn’t figure out why human men had nipples. Since you just stated females used them during feeding their young, did males feed the young as well? Seemed a little much to be completely honest.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Yoongi said, pulling his hand away and lifting you up towards him. You looked at him with slightly glassy eyes, a hunger set within them... But you were still attentive.

“What is it?” you questioned, suddenly feeling the chill of your nakedness. Yoongi brought you closer to himself.

“After you’ve told me your biological set up, and from the few things other anatomy books have had to say. I believe I have a perfect match for the female human specimens,” he stated.

“Alright, but if it has tentacles I’m out,” you said, resting your cheek on his chest.

“Uzmanic males would be a highly successful test subject with human females. Uzmanic males share many traits as human males do,” Yoongi sighed.

“Wait, what? You mean your kind and mine would have a good chance with having kids?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded.

“Yes, Uzmanic males are very virile, due to the process being rather uneventful not much comes out when ejaculate is produced, so what is given to the females has to be effective,” he stated, thinking back on the times he took part in breeding on his home planet. It was usually quick, boring and slightly messy. All together, it was an uninteresting experience.

“Yoongi, are you suggesting we... we try to have a baby?” you asked, lifting your head and looking at him with curiosity. Yoongi thought about it for a moment.

“Well you responded nicely to my touch not too long ago, so perhaps we should try it. We could figure out if intercourse between our species is successful. Some species don’t react to each other, so the mating process can’t continue,” he explained.

“Uh, so you want to try having sex with me?” Yoongi thought for a moment, he wasn’t feeling particularly aroused by you, but he was curious.

“We could try, I suppose,” he said, looking at you.

“Will I get pregnant?” you asked, feeling a sense of overwhelming nerves hit you in the stomach.

“I’m not too sure, we’ll have to see,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yoongi, do you know anything about human intercourse?” you questioned as he took his boots off.

“Not particularly, but I know how my species breeds so I’m assuming it’s fairly similar. Seeing as how our species have some mimicry in our structural set up. Why, is there something I should know?” he asked, coming closer.

“Um, no... Just, not sure about this,” you breathed, looking at the marks on his skin with interest.

“If you aren’t sure then we don’t have to do this. You’ve shown me a great deal, so I can just go find another human female who might be more comfortable with the idea-”

“Absolutely not,” you stated, feeling jealousy burn in your cheeks.

“But, Y/N if you don’t consent then I won’t feel comfortable-”

“Put whatever thing you have into me and don’t mention another girl ever again,” you growled, gripping the desk with rage. Yoongi was startled at your statement, not expecting such ferocity from you.

“Alright then, when would you like to have intercourse?”

The desire for him you felt earlier was slowly fizzling out with all the scientific talk, you had to salvage this.

“No time like the present, I’m already naked so,” you said, covering yourself slightly. Yoongi nodded and continued where he left off. You watched as his markings became more apparent to you. His skin was rather beautiful to behold. The deep royal blue that weaved with his muscles made your heart race. Yoongi looked at you watching him. You truly were entranced by him, and he felt something stur in his stomach. What was that feeling?

“Okay, how do we proceed?” he questioned, looking at himself then to you. Your mouth was dry at his appearance. Already, you could see striking differences between him and other human men. First, he had no belly button or nipples, it was a smooth expanse of skin that all wound around, covering his flesh. His eyes were bright green against the pale gray of his body, making your stomach clench. He was truly something to behold.

“H-How do you guys have sex?” you asked, looking at his length, sitting flaccid against his thigh. Yoongi shrugged.

“Nothing too exciting. The females release a pheromone into the air that gets us males enticed and then we approach. Once the female consents to the union she takes us into her opening and squeezes, providing us with stimulation that’s enough to produce ejactulate. Once that’s over she’s usually pregnant,” he said, rubbing his arm. You blushed.

“Where are the females openings?” you questioned. Yoongi’s hand came to your skin and poked your belly button. You squealed at the sensation, making him crack a smile.

“Around this area, we ejaculate directly into the womb, seeing as how our females don’t have a great deal of reproductive organs,” he explained.

“Mine is a tad lower than my belly button,” you stated.

“Belly what?” Yoongi asked, looking at your stomach in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll tell you later. Let’s focus on this right now,” you said, taking his hand.

“Fair enough, but how do you humans have sex? Is it different?” he questioned, looking at your belly button with mute wonder.

“A bit, firstly you don’t stick anything in my belly button,” you laughed.

“I still am confused on that part, but continue,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Well, you have a penis. So that makes things a little less confusing for me,” you said, gazing at his cock with a throb going straight to your center. “And you put it in my vagina, then we sort of, just go at it... Pretty simple,” you said.

“What do you mean, ‘go at it’? Do you not squeeze like female Uzmanics?” he questioned, wondering what kind of stimulation you provided to get his semen.

“A bit, but I don’t do all the work like the other females do. We work together to finish,” you explained.

“Finish what?” he asked. You smacked your forehead.

“We both ejactulate,” you tried again. Yoongi screwed his face in distaste.

“Well I certainly don’t want to get pregnant,” he said, looking at his stomach. You sighed, rubbing your face in frustration.

“Yoongi you won’t get pregnant. Women orgasm, it’s a rush of pleasure that signals the ending of sex... Sometimes. Women can generally have multiple orgasms. There’s research to suggest that it’s a reward to promote more sperm competition and things of the like. Generally, women just want sex because it feels good. However, we’re working for a very specific goal so I don’t necessarily need to orgasm to get pregnant,” you said, already hating the idea of being left high and dry by this male.

Yoongi seemed to think for a minute. “Sex feels good for you?” he asked, looking to your vagina with curiosity. You swatted him away and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yes, it does. Pleasure is the way that keeps humans from dying off... However, that didn’t help when gene pools became stagnant...”

“That’s interesting, so say you did get pregnant and have a child. You’d want to continue having sex after the birth of this child because it feels good? You wouldn’t feel like sex was just a means to have a baby?” he quizzed. You nodded.

“Most humans don’t have sex to produce offspring, they do it to feel pleasure and to become closer to another,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and grabbed his notebook quickly, jotting your statements down.

“I see, that is very different from Uzmanics. Women only breed once then are finished,” he said. “So you’re saying that you can have multiple children in succession to one another,” he confirmed.

“Yes, but it is very difficult on the female body. Usually women try to have children with a few years between them so their bodies can recover from the stress of bearing a child,” you stated. He seemed to understand this and continued his note taking. “However, we’re getting very off track. We’re supposed to be having sex,” you said, reaching for him. Yoongi looked at your outstretched arms with confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at you.

“I want to kiss you...?” you questioned, wondering why he was so weirded out by your approach.

“I don’t know what that is,” he said, looking at you and raising his eyebrow.

“It’s a way of showing affection, we put our lips together and... Uh, kiss,” you said, struggling to come up with better explanation but failing.

“Is it necessary for breeding?” he questioned, looking at your lips with curiosity.

“It will help me relax,” you said, lifting your gaze to his. Yoongi nodded and accepted your advances this time.

Slowly, you leaned forward and placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. Yoongi sat there wondering what this had to do with anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it or anything, it just seemed a little unnecessary. Yet again, there was the stirring in his stomach that made his penis twitch oddly. He jumped from the sensation and your lips seperated with a pop.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at him with concern in your features. Yoongi nodded, looking down at his genitals, disoriented.

“Yeah, my penis felt weird for a moment. Anyways, let's continue,” he said, coming forward and moving to press his lips to yours this time. You didn’t have time to question his little outburst before his mouth hit yours. You felt his cool skin against your lips and sighed in pleasure. He wasn’t moving, just sitting there with his mouth touching yours. It was a bit odd, so you started to move your lips slowly, trying to encourage him to do the same. Yoongi pulled back for a moment, staring at your mouth.

“Yoongi, this isn’t going to work if you keep moving away from me,” you sighed, exasperated at his constant stopping.

“This isn’t doing anything, why are you insisting upon it?” he asked. You bit your lip and wrung your hands together.

“It’s apart of human nature to show affection during this process. Since it’s in our biology to do this to make a child, it’s a romantic gesture... Usually it isn’t so test tube and scientific, the mood isn’t right. I can’t relax when you keep acting like a stranger,” you accused.

Yoongi frowned. Was he truly too detached from this experience? It was obviously putting you in a negative mood, something not helpful when trying to produce a child. He wanted you to be comfortable and happy during this time, perhaps he should attempt a different method.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “You know I’m not good with emotions, no Uzmanic is. That’s probably the biggest difference between humans and us. You are creatures of feeling and sensation. Uzmanics believe in logic and science above all else. That’s where we’re getting stuck,” he explained. “So, I will try to get out of my own head and be here in this moment with you. Because, I’ve found over traveling with you for so long... Being in the present, the here and now seems to be the best place for me... As long as you’re there with me,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours in an affectionate way.

Yoongi waited for your response with bated breath, hoping that his little show of emotion would help break down his walls and help you come to him. A small smile lit across your face, burning away the sadness and discomfort of earlier.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I think another reason we’re getting stuck is that I’m in your study and not on a comfortable surface. Let’s try moving this somewhere else,” you suggested, standing up.

“That could be a good idea,” Yoongi agreed.

“Alright, let’s go to my room.”

*  *  *

Yoongi was sat on your bed, a robe wrapped around his frame. You insisted that this would help set the mood. He had been waiting for you to finish in the bathroom, yet another thing you said would be crucial in the long run. He ran the fabric between his fingers, letting the softness warm him. However, a sour taste reached his mouth as he realized... It wasn’t as soft as you.

Eventually, Yoongi was certain you had fallen asleep in the bathroom and was going to abandon this for the time being when the door opened. You stood there in a robe similar to his, but much shorter and made out of a different material. The color was a deep, royal blue... A color familiar to him as he looked at his skin.

“Are you ready?” he asked, watching as you came forward.

“As I’ll ever be,” you breathed, standing right in front of him.

“So, how should we proceed?” he asked, looking at your wet hair. “Did you bathe?” he questioned, taking a strand between his fingers. You nodded and lifted your leg onto the bed.

“Touch,” you offered, pulling the robe up off your thigh slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached out, placing his hand on your shin. Your skin was warm to the touch, his cool skin meshing with your own nicely. He heard you sigh in content, closing your eyes and relaxing. “Go higher,” you suggested. He did as instructed, moving his hand up over your knee. The skin he found was so smooth and soft, it was pleasant to feel.

“You’re soft,” he said quietly, admiring the way you reacted to his touch.

“Thank you,” you commented. “I’m going to take my robe off, but keep yours on alright?” you requested. Yoongi nodded and closed his eyes.

“You may disrobe whenever you like,” he said, keeping his eyes shut. He felt your hand on his cheek, causing his eyes to lift open. You were staring at him, a soft look in your eyes.

“Don’t look away, I have something to show you.” Yoongi nodded and did as you asked, keeping his eyes open and on your body.

With patient movements you undid the tie around your waist, pulling the silken fabric apart. Yoongi wasn’t sure what purpose this served, but it was almost irritating how slow you were. He wanted to see you again. He came to the conclusion that he like how you looked naked. You were different than Uzmanic females, of course, but it wasn’t a bad different. The pink tones of your skin made him more worked up than he had realized.

Finally the robe fell to the floor and you stood before him with more material over yourself. He recognized the design of the clothing, but didn’t know what they were for. “You still have more clothing on? How long does the mating process between humans take?” he asked, propping his head up on his palm. You made a sort of distressed squeak and crossed your arms over your chest.

“This is called lingerie, it’s used to help women arouse males with pretty fabric,” you said, turning around to show him. Yoongi did think that it looked nice, but it was still on you and keeping him from touching your skin.

“Seems a bit redundant when it’s just going to be taken off anyways,” he feigned irritation, raising an eyebrow. You huffed in annoyance at your seducing techniques going AWOL.

“I’m trying to arouse you! Do Uzmanics really not enjoy sex to the point when a woman offers themselves up to them on a silver platter, they turn around and say they wanted gold?”

“I never said I wasn’t aroused,” he said, keeping a level face. Yoongi couldn’t deny that you looked good. But it all seemed a little useless when the process wasn’t going to be very long.

“A-are you aroused by me, Yoongi?” you asked, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Sure,” he said, not conveying any kind of emotion to back up his statement.

“Sure? I’m stood here in the nicest set of lingerie I own and all you can say is sure? What do I have to do to get you excited to have sex with me?” you asked, coming closer.

Yoongi thought about it for a minute... The female pheromones that were released during their breeding sessions usually made him feel a little sick, not aroused. But he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been truly aroused in his life. The women of his home were pretty, sure, but nothing of great importance. You were already much more beautiful in his opinion. Especially with your soft skin...

“Not too sure, I don’t know if I’ve ever been aroused in my life... Uzmanics don’t use sex as a means to procure pleasure. We do it so our race doesn’t die out. Necessary evil if you will. It’s painful for the woman and the men don’t generally get much enjoyment out of hurting their partner, so it’s all together kind of boring and unsatisfying,” he said.

“Is your penis sensitive? Like, do you gain pleasure from being inside the females?” you asked. Yoongi thought back and nodded.

“Yes, it feels nice when we’re inside them. But generally they are screaming so you feel bad to gain any kind of pleasure from the encounter,” he explained. You sighed in relief and went to your knees.

“Then I have an idea,” you said, crawling in between his legs.

“What is it?” he asked, looking at you being so close to his length was sort of awkward.

“I’m going to blow you,” you said, moving his robe aside and looking at his length with determination in your eyes.

“Blow me what-ah!” Yoongi yelped as you took his penis in your mouth. He gripped your shoulders and bit his lip, not knowing what to do with the sensations. It was so hot inside of your mouth. Since Uzmanics have their lower body temperatures the feeling of being enveloped by something so warm and wet was incredible.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and began pumping up and down, ensuring every inch of his cock was covered in slick. Yoongi trembled at the sensation, eyes closed shut from the feeling. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath as he focused on your touch. The way your skin felt against his, caressing his length unlike the females he’d been with before.

“Do you like it? Does it feel nice?” you asked, licking the underside of his shaft and sucking on the tip like a popsicle. Yoongi wasn’t sure he could speak, so overwhelmed by you. Every slight adjustment of your grip on his dick made him shiver slightly. He gave a nod, biting his lip harsh enough to draw blood.

You stared at his face, feeling pleasure course through your core. It was almost embarrassing how soaked your panties were, enough to stick to your center. Yoongi was slowly losing grip on his mental state, slowly feeling your thoughts sweep into his mind.

He could feel your pleasure just from sucking him, how much you got off on it. Your emotions plus his own physical state started pushing him towards an edge. He’d ejaculated before, obviously, but this sensation was something completely heightened. Different than the times he’d bred before.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, trying to get you to stop. But you wanted to taste him, more than anything.

“It’s okay, Yoongi. Let it out, let me taste you... I want it, please give it to me,” you whined, pumping him aggressively. Your words caused a wire inside him to snap.

He came with a shout into your mouth, surprising more than you with the velocity and the amount he produced. He couldn’t seem to stop, he wanted to fill you up... When the sensitivity set in, Yoongi pulled himself from your mouth. You swallowed his cum and wiped your lips, looking Yoongi in the eyes with desire. Without knowing why, Yoongi surged forward and captured your mouth with his, causing you to fall back onto the floor. He followed you, not severing the kiss, moving his palms to yours. You interlocked your fingers and encouraged him to kiss you deeper. Yoongi seemed to pick up quickly, licking into your mouth with fervor.

Yoongi pulled back and licked his lips, tasting himself on your tongue. “I can see the appeal of kissing now,” he breathed, leaning back down and swallowing your mouth once again. You gripped his neck to keep yourself grounded. The lack of air made your head spin, but you didn’t want to be seperated for even a moment. Yoongi finally let you pull back, as a gasp filled the air.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, pulling at his robe. Yoongi nodded and ripped the material off, relishing in the smooth feeling of your skin. You moaned as Yoongi licked at your throat. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to lick and kiss every part of your body. Leaving bruises and marks in his wake.

“I feel like I can’t think straight... What’s going on with me,” Yoongi wondered out loud, looking at your frame beneath him.

“I know... I feel it too. Please, please fuck me,” you moaned, trying to lift your hips for any kind of friction. Yoongi almost yelped from the sensation of your wet heat trailing across his aching length. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting your lip intensely. Yoongi moved forward, kissing your stomach then lower, right above your center. He wasn’t sure why, but the smell coming from there made his mouth water uncontrollably. He wanted to lick you there, taste you as you tasted him.

“Y/N, can I?” he begged, gazing up to you for permission. You nodded quickly, brushing his blue hair from his eyes. Without any form of restraint he dove into your center, tongue laving a large swipe from the base of your core to right below your panty line. An agonized moan left your mouth at the sensation. It was almost too good. Yoongi went right back to your mound and licked at your center like a man possessed. He’d never smelt something so arousing. He felt he could burst again at the taste of your liquid sliding onto his greedy tongue. You arched your back and felt his nose brush against your clit, causing you to hiss in pleasure.

“Yoongi, my clit... Please focus there, I wanna cum,” you murmured, tangling your fingers into his hair. He complied, moving his muscle over your sweet pearl. He sucked and pulled at the flesh, wanting to hear more of your sounds. You panted his name, watching as he kissed your clit multiple times. The building of your orgasm was beginning to reach its peak. Yoongi couldn’t seem to get enough, kissing your lower lips and sucking to get more of your flavor in his mouth.

“So sweet,” he moaned against your core, pulling your leg over his shoulder so he could move deeper into you with his tongue. He found a hole towards the bottom of your vagina. He experimentally dipped his tongue inside to explore, when you cried out in pleasure. Yoongi looked to you with worry, but you shook your head quickly.

“Yoongi, please don’t stop. Feels good, keep going baby,” you pleaded, almost on the verge of tears because you wanted to cum so badly. Complying with your request Yoongi slowly pushed his tongue back inside your cavern, feeling the velvet of your walls touch him softly. He moaned at the feeling, wanting to put a different part of himself in this place.

He was rock hard against his thigh, dripping down onto the floor, making a mess of the carpet. However, he couldn’t find a single fuck to give at the moment. All that mattered was you. The sounds you were making and how you felt against his body.

“Gonna cum, ah-ah!” you whined, back arching off the floor and you flooding Yoongi’s mouth with your juices. He swallowed, slowing his licks, as you shuddered from your high. You dropped to the ground with a thud and your chest was rising and falling with the effort of breathing. Yoongi could feel your heart rate thrumming in your inner thigh and he was almost alarmed at the pace.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he coaxed, kissing your stomach slowly. He relished in the softness against his mouth. Every part of your body was enticing to him. How hadn’t he noticed before this night? How beautiful you were? How fast you made his heart beat...

When your breathing evened out, Yoongi nudged your cheek with his nose. Sleepily, you turned your head and caught his lips in a kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue and you could sense his urgency against your thigh. “Yoongi,” you whispered, hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch and gazed into your eyes. “Make me a mother, please,” you begged, wanting to be filled up so much you couldn’t walk the next day.

A possessive growl filled the room and Yoongi hauled you from the ground and onto your bed. A searing kiss placed on your lips made you moan, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck as he pulled at your bra with irritation. “Get this off,” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches. You sat up and undid the back, letting the material fall off your wrist and onto the floor. Yoongi pushed forward, gripping your breasts with his hands, kneading your sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” you cried out, giving Yoongi’s neck open mouthed kisses as he fondled your chest.

“These will be swollen with milk for our child,” he moaned, moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. You cried out and ran your fingers through his hair. Encouraged by your sounds, he continued, flicking the bud with his tongue and gently nipping with his teeth. You could feel your wetness sliding down your thighs as Yoongi continued with your breasts.

“Please, please stop teasing me and put it in,” you sobbed, shaking from want. Yoongi pulled back and nodded, grasping his length and pushing it against your center desperately.

“I-It’s different than our females... W-where do I?” he asked, looking to you for help. You gripped his length and guided it to your entrance, feeling it dip in slightly due to Yoongi’s work earlier.

“There, just be slow... It’s going to sting for me a little bit,” you said, shifting your hips slowly. Yoongi felt his heart jump. Sting? It was going to hurt you like it hurt the other females?

“I-I can’t hurt you... I won’t,” he stated firmly, beginning to pull away.

“No!” you cried, reaching for him desperately. Yoongi was shocked at your outburst, but remained still. “I need you, please... Please put it in, I want the pain... I want it all because it’s you. I want all of you with me, forever. Yoongi please,” you whispered into his neck.

“I crashed in your cornfield, I probably destroyed hundreds of years of work,” he stated, already losing his moral compass at the feeling of your breasts pressed against him.

“Then make it up to me and plant another seed,” you said, taking his hand and resting it on your stomach. Yoongi stared at your hand and his, interlocked over where your womb should be... His heart throbbed at the want... A family that he could be apart of. Not one that only wanted him for a few moments. Someone who wanted him because they desired his company and enjoyed being around him...

“I will,” he said, cradling your head in another kiss and following you down onto the mattress. Yoongi found your entrance with ease and looked to you for one final blink of permission. You nodded and he slowly pushed forward.

The heat hit him first. It was hotter than your mouth, tighter too. The feeling of being enveloped so entirely in the plush walls of your core. Yoongi gripped your waist and kept you still. A soft yelp came from your kiss swollen lips.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you sighed, leaning your head back on the bed and gripping onto his bicep for some kind of traction to keep you in reality.

His throbbing, thick length had you gasping for air. You’d never experienced something quite like this before. So cool, yet pulsating in rhythm to Yoongi’s heart beat. His hands were practically glued to your sides, making you squirm from the unrelenting pressure.

“Please, move Yoongi. Fuck me,” you cried out. He stared at you with confusion. You weren’t squeezing like you were supposed to.

“How am I supposed to move? Why aren’t you clenching tightly?” he questioned, sweat pouring down his face.

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not tight enough for you,” you said, trying not to clench out of spite. Yoongi whined, rutting against you almost instinctively. Unsure of how to continue, he kissed your lips for reprieve.

“How? How do I do it? Y/N, tell me how do I fuck you?” he asked, licking into your mouth with such wanton desire it was contagious.

“Your hips,” you rasped. “Move them back, then forward again. Build a rhythm,” you said, trailing your hands to the flesh of his ass and gripping tightly. Yoongi squawked and bucked into you harshly, drawing a grunt from your lungs. The harsh strike of pleasure hit your spine and you arched into him.

“Like this?” he questioned, pulling his hips back then pushing back into your heat again. You nodded, drawing marks down his skin. Watching as they swelled up and rivaled his natural skin tone.

“That feels so good,” you panted, watching as his cock disappeared inside of you and reappeared with your fluids covering it in the glimmer of the dim light. You observed as Yoongi’s eyebrow furrowed with effort, trying to keep his pace as well as deliver pleasure to both parties.

“Shit, I’ve never felt anything like this... What is this sensation, being inside of you is so incredible,” he gasped, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Yoongi splattered kisses there mindlessly, so focused on the feeling of you consuming him. You gripped onto his biceps and rocked your hips against him, easing him into the rhythm.

You couldn’t breathe evenly, Yoongi’s thrusts becoming harsher as time went on. “Oh fuck, Yoongi!” you yelped, digging your nails into his beautiful flesh and watches as blood pricked against his skin. He hissed but the pain only egged him on. He plunged into your heat with desperation, the sensation becoming overwhelming.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, continuing the watch the lewd scene before him.

“Are you gonna cum, Yoongi?” you asked, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your hips down against him. Yoongi whined at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him.

“W-What’s does that mean?” he asked, grasping at your chest. Kneading the delicate skin to provide you more pleasure.

“Means you’ll finish in me, and get me pregnant,” you breathed. Yoongi gasped at the statement.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tensing up. Suddenly, there was the overwhelming heat that signaled his release. The watching Yoongi’s face cloud over in pleasure sent you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around Yoongi, pulling another shot of cum from his length.

A few moments later, Yoongi collapsed onto the bed. You felt his length slide out of you, causing a shudder to rush down your spine. Yoongi and yourself were panting harshly, feeling the afterglow of your orgasms flood your system.

Silence rested in the room, not uncomfortable or unwanted. Yoongi’s breathing began to even out and your mind became a little less foggy.

“Yoongi?” you whispered, feeling the dampness between your legs grow uncomfortable.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, turning his head to look at you.

“Can you get me a washcloth?”

“Why?”

“Because your stuff is drying on my legs and it’s disgusting,” you stated. Yoongi cleared his throat in embarrassment but quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He was back a few moments later and crawled onto the bed, between your legs once more. You couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran down of your spine at the sight.

“Don’t clench like that or I’m going to fuck you again,” he warned, wiping your legs down.

“Well... Maybe we should make sure I really do get pregnant.”

Silence.

“God damn it, get on your knees.”

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You woke up three weeks later, fitful stomach the only thing on your mind.

Quickly you threw yourself through the bathroom door and emptied last night's meal into your toilet. Yoongi ran in, sleep still present in his face but concern running through his veins.

“Are you alright?” he asked, coming next to you with a cold cloth to press against the back of your neck. You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“Stomach is upset,” you complained. Yoongi’s head perked up, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Is this morning sickness? Are you pregnant?” he asked. You thought for a moment. You weren’t due for your period for another week, however it didn’t hurt to check.

“I’m not sure. I’m not late, but you can give me a test and I’ll take it,” you said.

Yoongi booked it out of the room and grabbed his medical supplies kit. The dreaded white stick was handed to you and a timer set.

You walked out after washing your hands. Yoongi and you leant against the wall, waiting for the test to develop.

“Do you want to be pregnant?” he asked, looking at you with his bright green eyes.

“If it’s with you, then yeah,” you breathed, gazing down at your fingers. Yoongi’s heart rate sped up, a sense of longing coming over him.

“Me too,” he said, taking your hand in his.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Do you want to see it?” you asked, coming out of the bathroom.

“Just tell me,” he breathed.

“It’s negative,” you said, holding the stick out to him. Yoongi frowned.

“I wonder why, we’ve been having unprotected sexual intercourse.

“Sometimes women need a couple tries before they actually get pregnant. The human fertility cycle is a fickle thing,” you stated, rubbing his shoulder.

“Are you disappointed?” Yoongi asked, throwing the used test in the garbage.

“A little, but at least I have an excuse to have sex with you again,” you smiled.

“You don’t need an excuse, I like having sex with you,” Yoongi stated, a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you said, feeling a little offended that’s all he liked.

“But I think I like it because it’s with you, I don’t know if I’d enjoy having sex with anything else,” he said, pulling his face into a confused look.

Before he could open his mouth again you covered his lips with yours. Yoongi fell into the rhythm quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“I might like kissing you better than sex, however,” he stated, resting his head against yours. You smiled and started leading him towards the bed.

“Let’s try again,” you breathed, laying down.

“Try what again? Sexual intercourse? I thought I was improving, you seem to be enjoying it as well. I thought you made me deaf in one ear from all the screaming,” he said, rubbing his ear for effect.

“Getting me pregnant, idiot. I wanna have a baby with you cause I like you,” you said.

“Oh, I like you too I guess.”

You frowned.

“Never mind, take me home,” you pouted, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Why? Did I offend you again?” he asked, sitting on his knees.

“Yes, you’re being an asshole.”

“I don’t see how my inability to understand you relates me to the place you defecate from but whatever,” he sighed. “But I do like you,” Yoongi confessed.

“How?”

“Do you want an explanation of how I like you or the reason or-”

“No for fucksake Yoongi I want to know if you like me cause I give you sex or because of my personality,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

“I liked you before we started having intercourse. I wouldn’t have brought you along with me if I hadn’t. You’re my first friend, first kiss, lots of other things too. First cornfield to crash in,” he said, counting on his fingers.

“Yoongi, do you love me?” you asked, letting your walls down for once.

“Is that the human emotion that you talk about a lot?” he questioned. You nodded in response. “Then, yes. I do love you, Y/N,” he said, smiling a little at the end of his sentence.

You were quiet for a moment. Yoongi bit his lip, had he upset you again? Damn, he really tried that time. Suddenly you launched yourself at his mouth. He almost didn’t have enough time to breathe with all the mouth action going on.

“D-Did I-” Kiss. “Say something-” Kiss. “Right for once?” Kiss.

“I love you too, Yoongi. Now take your clothes off.”

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don’t know if I can go through with this,“ you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it’s not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He’s worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here,” she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

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