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Mated To You

Synopsis:

I think you need to get here Y/N, she’s been acting violently! No one can come near her. We all tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she’s asking for muttered Jisoo exasperatedly.

Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there in five with that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

Warnings/Tags: Hybrid Universe, Snake hybrid Yoonji, Shemale Reader, Female Yoonji, Blood, Violence, Trauma, Angst, Tsundere Yoonji, Baby girl Yoonji, Caring and loving Reader, Fluff, Explicit Smut.

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The room smelled of booze,cigarettes and sweat. Oh what will Yoonji give for her to breath fresh air than smelling the same old shit everyday. She should get use to it since she’s been in this place ever since she was 14, and yet she can’t. Her human nose can’t tolerate much of the smell, then how much more her animal side?

Hey! Snakey! Get up! Your turn to make us money the man said grossly towards her cell. What a disgusting piece of shit she thought.

Without a word she got up from where she was and went through her cell door. The moment she stepped out she held the man’s hand and hissed. He attempted to slap her ass for a long time now, but given she was a hybrid her instincts and reflexes were much more keen making her alert in situations such as this one.

The man chuckled while he ripped his hand away from her and said You’re still saving yourself for someone that doesn’t exist? What made you think that your gonna get out of here Slut!? If I were you, you reserve that hostility of yours and finally accept the fact that this was home, this is home and this will be home forever until you die. then left while laughing maniacally.

Hearing that from him made every hair in Yoonji’s body rise, she’s not stupid and that she knows she will not be leaving this hellhole soon but at least she still hopes that someday by what miracle and mercy the God’s above will finally let her live in peace.

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Ever since Yoonji was bought from the black market she was brought to a world so cruel. Her new owner is notorious for his multiple chain of underground fight clubs and drug and sex den. He’s in this business for so long and no matter how vile this man was, he wasn’t taken away specially since his clients are elite people wanting to waste their money on shitty things. She actually don’t know who’s much worse, her owner for operating and managing this shit or those rich snobs just wanting a good time from other people’s suffering – oh wait a hybrids suffering. There were so many nights that she thought and hoped of just being an animal than being half man and half freak. Then maybe people will be kinder to her. Because she’d heard people loving her kind but of course when they only eat, sleep and slither. Not someone like her who needs to eat, sleep, talk, think, be cared for and most of all loved.

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It’s the third round and there was only a minute left. A lot of people were getting frustrated because they bet a lot of money on the dog hybrid that she was fighting with. Well for the record they should not have underestimated Yoonji. She was the most prized hybrid by her master for a reason. People always expected her to be a joke whenever they send in big and bulky hybrids as her opponent just to be surprised that with just a couple of punches and kicks they are knock out (Well she can’t blame them. She is tiny, only around 124 cm). This always make her opponents chuckle, they always mistake her for a cat hybrid because of her small face, cat like eyes and tiny nose but a quick look at her back and see her slim, scaly and tiny tail they will know. A lot wanted to have her as their pet but Yoonji always shows them that she can’t be messed with. She is feisty and lethal, as she is part snake and not just any normal snake she’s a Namaqua dwarf adder. This kind of snakes are known to be the smallest yet the most venomous of all snakes. They have retractable fangs that they use to trick their prey into thinking that they are harmless, but bites them when they have locked on their target. Yoonji on the other hand despite how deadly her venom is, never used that on any of her opponents because at the end of the day they are all just being used in the underground arena for rich assholes satisfaction. They are all just willing to do everything to survive.

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 The sound of her opponent knocked out on the ring was the only thing she heard and then the burst of shouting and applause filled the place. She won once again making that her 36th win.

You never fail to amaze me Ji he whispered on her ear.

She was sitted in the corner of her cage. You might think that since she was the champion and the boss's favorite money maker, she was treated like royalty. Wrong, she was treated worse of all worse. The man made an agreement with her the first time she won. The agreement was about her being his regular fighter and his slut. He promised to give her all the money and pleasure she can ever ask for but Yoonji didn't like the idea of it and the next thing the man knew was pain and a bloody nose. Yoonji broke his nose. She was beaten near to death, but he realized that he can't get rid of her right away since she can make him a lot of money. She was not given food for a week. Her cuts were infected. Only after a week of her being kept in her cage did he made her Crack and obey him that she was going to be his Ultimate fighter. Because no matter how badly they wanted to fuck her and make her his slut he learned that it was something Yoonji can never give. In Yoonji’s mind her chastity was the only thing she can offer her mate. If ever she meets them someday. It was silly, she knows but a tiny part of her hoped that she will get out of this place and live her life free and happy with her mate.

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 Can I clean up now? she queried.

Sure, sure sweetheart, a moment. I just wanted to say that .. since you're a lady now, I believe that it's about time that you get breeded so that you can produce champion fighters in the future too.

What an imbecile, she thought.

And what made you think that all throughout the years that you've asked me to be your slut did I say yes? she hissed.

You were this close bitch. He snarled nearing her. (Telling her how close she was to loosing the fight that happened awhile ago). This close to loosing, I can't afford that. I can't afford having a dead hybrid. So sweetheart, if ever you die and you gave me your children then at least I have something to sell and tell people that their fucking mother was a freak but at least she was a fucking great fighter. He persuaded.

Do you get me? he questioned.

Maybe you really lost your brain a long time ago that's why you can't comprehend the bullshit you just told me. She spoke coldy.

Raising his hand he slapped her hard that made her head face the other way.

You bitch! not because you've been making me money it means that you can just talk shit about me!. I think you need to remember that I'm the only one keeping you alive. He said while rolling his sleeves.

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Y/N can you hear me?

Yes. She whispered.

We have our men inside the building now, they've seen the cages where they keep all of them. But the other one, we can't find her.

You mean the one who just fought? she whispered once again.

Yeah, but don't worry. Jimin's going to look for her and we're going to take care of her.

Alright, she sighed.

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Her vision was spinning, everything was painful. After the beating she got from him, she was left in her cage again with no food, water or things to disinfect her wounds. She wanted to just keep her mouth shut at least that way she was given the things she needed first before being locked up again. But if she didn’t talk, then her master might assume that she’s going to agree to be a breeding machine.

She laid down and thought about the scent she smelt a couple weeks ago. The smell made her feel so relaxed it smelt like mint with a hint of citrus. Oh what she can give to smell it again, she thought. It was the reason why she have so much hope these days because she smelt her mate. And the moment she stepped on the ring, she smelt her again.

Overwhelmed with the pain she felt from being beaten, she closed her eyes and slept.

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Big Man Choi is notorious. He’s known all over Korea, since he owns a lot of drug den and underground fighting rings. He’s someone that the T.A.L.R.H (The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids) are so eager to imprison. No matter how vile and cruel he was the government took a blind eye on his case. Well, people are fickle minded. They are shown an ample amount of fortune that Big Man Choi has, and they cave in right away. Years gone by people became humane and understood that hybrids are not to be treated unfairly. People grow to care, love and fight for hybrids ever since the first human was bound and mated to a hybrid did they learn that we are all equal. Living in this world hoping and yearning to have a happy, satisfying and peaceful life.

And with this change, The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids was made. It was made by the President because he wanted to prove to his daughter that he accepted the hybrid mate his daughter was given. It was a joke at first since not a lot of people was open with the idea of being mated to a hybrid but when this movement was created a lot of human – hybrid couples were brave enough to show that they are happy with their lives and that they should really make a change.

The Association was also headed by an intelligent, charming and respectable man named Kim Seokjin, who’s sole goal was to make Hybrids be part of society without fear for their future. Just a couple of years a lot of hybrid breeding facilities, drug dens, pleasure houses and underground fighting rings were shut down. Their owners and every man that partake in hybrid injustice was sent to prison. All hybrids that were rescued were rehabilitated, given the resources to have proper education, documents to prove their identity. Most hybrids now are living their best lives, working in their field of expertise. It’s such an amazing thing really but despite all of the great things happening, that’s just half of the population of hybrids and there are more yet to rescue.

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After so many years, the T.A.L.R.H have intel about Big Man Choi. They will finally bring this man down. There was even a warrant that this man should be killed on sight if ever he tries to escape. Lawyer Kim Namjoon, did a great job in persuading the government and almost all people to want this man to finally perish.

An agent was assigned to gain more intel about the biggest underground fighting ring that Big Man Choi owned. It was difficult to get in because ever since humans learn to love hybrids, Choi’s people have to be meticulous and investigative about every client they will have. But there will always be a way through it.

Y/L/N Y/N was the person assigned. Other than the fact that she was an Elementary Teacher she was also the Captain of the H.P.F (Hybrid Protection Force). The moment she gained intel on how to enter the grounds, she made sure that she fits in with the rich snobs who are all looking for a fun time. She made them trust them, made friends and made unbreakable bonds as what they thought. They didn’t know that it will bring them to their demise.

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The place was so loud, everyone cheering and betting on the hybrids fighting in the ring. It’s not a new scene specially in Y/N’s line of work. With her disguise she got in acting like one of the elites. It’s her second time in this specific underground ring and it’s her second time seeing the petite hybrid won another fight. The first time she saw her she won without any scratch on her but this time her opponent was unfairly larger than her, bulkier too. Despite how big and strong the other hybrid was, you can see that the petite one was an experienced fighter. She won again of course but she got of the ring with a bloody eyebrow and a busted lip. Y/N was expecting to see the petite hybrid fight like she was born to do it, because most of the hybrids they have rescued already embraced the lifestyle forced on them but not her, all her moves are calculated to effectively hit and disable her opponent for them to give up. Whenever her opponents tap out, she makes sure she let them go right away. She doesn’t abuse the power she has and just let them accept defeat in a professional way.

She’s still good, still humane. Y/N thought.

At least it will be easier to help her and give her a new life, she thought.

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Everything was chaotic before the last fight started. While everyone was busy betting on the next hybrid, the guards were stupid enough to leave their posts that made Jimin and his team’s life easier. They had access on the cells where they keep all hybrids. With a lookout giving Jimin a signal that everything was clear, they freed all hybrids in their cell to the back exit where the H.P.F were. Once all hybrids were safe and secure, Jimin radiod Y/N to tell her that they got all of them except for one. The legendary Yoonji.

No worries Chim, I think I know where she is. While looking at a narrow hallway leading to whatever room Yoonji and Big Man Choi went to.

Y/N stared at Jungkook from across the room, she nodded and Jungkook understand what to do next.

Pretending to be drunk she stumbled upon the hallway and made her way there checking and making sure no one noticed. At the end of the hall she met face to face with the man himself.

This is a restricted area Ma’am, I suggest you go back to where the people were. He stated coldly.

Oh-my! Apologies darling, I was trying to look for a place to rest. I feel uncomfortable with the tight space and chairs you gave us! She scoffed.

The man didn’t respond right away, he saw this woman twice already. He recognized that she’s one of those wealthy elites who are in incognito so that their reputations won’t get ruined specially since hybrids have rights now. He also remembered that she’s one of those who made a bet on Yoonji, spending a huge sum of money on that Scaly slut! Not wanting to displease her he said “ Oh, my apologies Ma’am, what can I do to make your experience better here? He queried.

Well unfortunately, there isn’t anything you can do, I just needed to walk around since my feet are all stiff now she glared.

Not wanting to displease her anymore, he just nodded, bowed his head and walk away.

Annoying piece of shit she gritted.  She turned her head subtly looking around to make sure no one’s watching her. She isn’t stupid though, she knows that the asshole, despite not being able to see him around, will still be suspicious of her. But her time was limited, she only have one hybrid to rescue. So with a deep sigh, she turned around and entered the narrow hallway. Making sure no one was tailing her. She reached the end of the hallway, she’s standing in front of a shabby looking door. Looking at it, she reached out and jiggled the door knob and of course it’s locked. Y/N was thinking of a way to open it when someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her so hard, gasping from the pain. She felt hot breath close to her ear saying:

What do you think are you doing sweetheart?

Craning her neck, she saw Big Man Choi’s disgusting grin. He smirked when he saw how she was looking at him with all disdain.

Why? What do you got in there? Something of importance?! She grit.

Yeah, you can say that, so no snooping around unless? He looked at her up and down and licked his bottom lip making Y/N shiver with how gross this man was.

She made an effort to shake off the annoyance she was experiencing with the man. She fumbled inside her thigh for her gun, which was fastened there. She grabbed it and gave the man an elbow to the stomach. He lost his balance and fell to the ground because he was hurt and startled by the attack.

 Y/N shot Big Man Choi's right leg after seeing the man on the ground and becoming furious. The pain caused the man to shout. The remaining guards in the area were informed by it. She heard Jungkook's voice on her radio as she got ready for a gunfight.

Find the missing hybrid now! I have your back! He gave a command.

She fired twice at the doors' locks while remaining silent. Kicking the door open, she hurriedly scanned the room as she entered it and noticed a small lump in the position of a fetus on one of the room's corners. She approached her and made an effort to rouse the hybrid.

Hey, wake up, we have to leave right away.

When she saw the hybrid's condition, her voice lost its urgency and became hushed. Yoonji only sustained a busted lip and a few bruises before leaving the ring, but how? She appeared to be on the verge of dying. Y/N didn't have anytime left. So she put her arms underneath her and lifted her gently. She heard Yoonji hiss. So Y/N tried to comfort and assure her that she's safe. That she will be taken cared off and that starting from now, she will live a peaceful and happy life, away from all the abuse and violence she experienced.

Kook? I’ve got her, is the coast clear? She said on the radio. Waiting for a couple of minutes he responded.

The coast is clear, were all waiting for you outside!

While these was happening Y/N failed to see that the hybrid on her arms open her eyes briefly and released a sigh. Yoonji felt safe, happy and most of all she felt a tingly sensation throughout her body that made her want to giggle.

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Opening her eyes, she was blinded by the bright lights that greeted her. Blinking a couple of times, she roused from the bed and scanned the place. Where was she? Why are there things on my arm? She thought. Unsure of everything, she whimpered… N-no! this can’t be! Her breathing getting heavy, W-what! T-take this o-of me! Don’t – d-don’t want this! D-don’t n-need this!!! She screamed on the top of her lungs. The door on her left slammed open and people in white rushed in to contain her.

Calm down sweetheart, you’re safe … you’re no longer there. A soft yet sad voice reach Yoonji’s ears.

G-get me o-out of this! I I don’t want this! Take it o-out please! She wailed.

You need it sweety, it will help you ease the pain from your bruises. Jisoo persuaded.

I-I DON’T NEED THEM! GET THIS FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!!! after letting out a loud scream, she felt a sharp pain from her neck. Her vision getting blurry despite that she still kept mumbling Pl-please, st-stop, want her. Please! N-need her, I-I need her! N-need her …

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Waking up from the ringtone of her phone. Y/N picked it up right away.

H-hello? She yawned.

Y/N it’s me! I’m sorry for waking you up this late but, the hybrid you brought in is very aggressive! Says Jisoo exasperatedly.

Uh, Soo aren’t all hybrids that we rescue specially from underground dens aggressive? She queried with an eye roll.

Of course I know that! What I meant was the reptile hybrid you rescued, Yoonji? She’s so out of it. We already sedated her but whenever it wears out she goes back to being violent! Throwing things around, screaming and crying. B-but she was screaming only one thing. Jisoo’s voice turning into a whisper.

I think you need to get here Y/N, We all really tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she is asking for muttered Jisoo.

Rubbing the sleep out of her face she responded. Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there right away. With that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

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The scene that Y/N came upon was chaotic. The moment she saw the situation she got angry. Stepping inside the room, she saw that guards and nurses were on one side of the room and a scared but hostile Yoonji was pressed up against the corner of the room. Of course the hybrid will be like this given the situation that they are in: she’s in a new environment, with strangers who are ganging up on her. She will definitely feel defensive.

I know, what we are doing right now isn’t ideal, and I will allow you to get angry at me later but we didn’t have a choice. Jisoo said frantically.

Still looking at the hybrid, Y/N whispered. What do you want me to do then?

Before Jisoo can respond, Yoonji looked at Y/N. Her eyes dilated and her body automatically relaxed.

Y-you? She whimpered.

M-mate please. Please. Yoonji muttered, her lips quivering. She doesn’t know what she’s feeling. If she’s supposed to be happy to finally meet her other half or angry that her mate was not on her side protecting her and was still talking to the beautiful looking human beside her.

Y/N’s eyes doubled in size when she heard what Yoonji just uttered. Ma-mate? I’m your- you think I’m your mate? She mused.

Not leaving her eyes on the hybrid Jisoo nodded and said Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Still feeling overwhelmed with the situation but wanting to de escalate it. Y/N walked slowly towards Yoonji. The guards and nurses made way for her while she approaches the hybrid. As soon as Yoonji sees her walk towards her, her face lit up. She lifted her hands and reached out to her. When Y/N was a centimeter away from Yoonji’s outstretched hand she took it and held her hand so delicately. Her hand was rough, a lot of cuts and calluses from her years in the underground ring but despite that she felt so warm the moment their hands touch, like as if she was filled with something she didn’t know was missing before. Y/N looked up to finally look at Yoonji and the moment their eyes met she knew that Yoonji was not making up the mate thing. Y/N pulled Yoonji close, there was no resistance from Yoonji. She just melted from the hug that Y/N gave. She nuzzled on the crook of her neck and wrap her arms around her. After a few seconds of them hugging. Yoonji looked up at Y/N and whispered It’s you, it’s really you? I thought I’ll never get to meet you. After saying this the tears that were pooling finally fell. Gripping Y’N’s shirt tight Yoonji added ‘m happy to finally meet you. Y/N was left looking at her with all the love and affection she can ever give. She squeezed her, not tight enough just to assure Yoonji that she heard and acknowledges what she said. Lowering down her lips, she gave the hybrids head a soft peck and also whispered Me too.

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I c-can’t believe this. I always knew that some part of me was missing, but I-I never thought that it was this? You know. Y/N whispered to Jisoo who was across from her. They are both in the room where Yoonji is in. The hybrid was fast asleep. After meeting Y/N, Yoonji felt safe enough to rest but given that she should be holding her mates’ hand. She’s been cuddling her hand for half an hour now, and whenever Y/N tries to take her hand back Yoonji will hold it in a vice grip so she just let it be.

And I believe you’re relieved with the situation?. Jisoo asked her while arching her brow at her friend. Y/N nodded and smiled while looking at her Yoonji.

That’s great then. I think you have to stay for a bit longer since she wont let you go huh? Jisoo mused, while Y/N giggled like a school girl. Don’t worry Soo, I’ll take care of her. Jisoo nodded and told her that if she ever need her, she should just give her a call. After Jisoo left, Y/N is still staring at the hybrid with a small smile. She’s feeling all tingly inside. Looking back now, the first time she saw Yoonji in the underground ring she felt a pull. Like as if her mind, heart and body was telling her that she should be near the hybrid, but she didn’t dwell on it that much since they were supposed to assess the situation of the underground ring. She’s happy now though, no more cold nights without a lover keeping her awake. She can’t help herself to imagine what her future will be like now that she’s with her mate.

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Being glared at was far from all of the things Y/N imagined when she went back to the sanctuary to see Yoonji again. After a couple of hours last night, when Yoonji was in deep slumber she was able to pry her hand from hers to finally rest in one of the many vacant rooms in the sanctuary. As much as she wanted to just lay with Yoonji, her rational side told her that she was just rescued from an abusive life and having to wake up to a new place and a stranger next to her despite being her mate was not ideal. So, with a light peck that she gave on Yoonji’s forehead she stepped out of the room. Back to the present, she was so excited to see Yoonji again after taking a rest on a fairly decent bed. She was a bit taken a back when the hybrid that had clung to her yesterday was staring daggers at her.

A-uhm- Good morning! I brought breakfast?

Raising the plastic bags with food. Y/N was hesitant to come near her so she stayed glued on the doorway. Expecting a response she waited for a couple of seconds when Yoonji looked the other way. Deeming its okay to be near her Y/N walked towards her and before she can let out another sentence about the food she ordered. She froze when she heard a loud hiss coming from her. Looking up from taking out the boxes of food, she saw how dilated Yoonji’s eyes were. She knew that the Yoonji from yesterday was different to the Yoonji today. She stopped just a few feet away from Yoonji’s bed and said

D-did I do something wrong Yoonji?. Looking Y/N up and down she hissed.

Who the fuck are you?! Are you one of those assholes again, trying to persuade me in drinking that nasty shit! I don’t want you! And your friends, just get me out of this fucking place!. Y/N’s eyes doubled in size.

W-what do you mean who am i? yo-you? Don’t you remember what happened yesterday? She asked anxiously. What happened yesterday was a complete surprise to her but she accepted the idea of having Yoonji as a mate right away.

Yesterday? Yoonji scoffed

Yesterday you assholes cornered me and injected me something that made me drousy! Whatever the fuck you were talking about, I DON’T REMEMBER. AND I.DON’T.GIVE.A.FUCK! she gritted while enunciating each words.

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Please tell me Soo, did I just imagine all that happened yesterday? Y/N asked her friend.

Jisoo sighed and responded, No Y/N, everything that happened yesterday were real, I and everybody inside Yoonjis room saw it. We’re your witnesses.

Then why? She asked again confused.

I think that Yoonji can be right and wrong at the same time. What she said about us sedating her was true and that she can all just said those things but Y/N the moment she woke up, it was you she was asking for. Jisoo explained.

Still lost in her thoughts, she didn’t show any reaction.

Hey, she said softly. I believe that you and Yoonji are really mates. She was asking you to get out of the room so bad, but the moment you stepped out her eyes turned glassy, I even saw her hands clenching so hard as if she was forcing herself not to reach out for you. Thinking back to her going to check what was happening in Yoonji’s room since the hybrid was yelling on the top of her lungs.

Aside from Yoonji, how about you? I didn’t have the time to ask you yesterday. Her friend queried.

What about me? she raised her brow to her.

I mean, what do you feel? I know that you’re surprised about the revelation of having a mate, but what do you think?

Y/N’s face lit up while thinking about the events that happened yesterday, she said Well, I-I was surprised of course but happy…I thought I was going to spend my life alone given you know, my past experiences. But hearing that from her made me feel, content and assured that there was someone out there who was just for me. I-I’m really happy Soo, and you know what! She yelled making her friend flinch in surprise Whatever is her reason for pretending that she said all those stuffs yesterday will not stop me from being with her. I-I want to be someone that can keep her safe, loved and cared for no matter what she thinks.

Jisoo was surprised with her friends declaration but at the same time she knows that she shouldn’t because being friends with Y/N she learned that when she says something, she means it and that she will do everything in her power to be able to achieve it.

Alright, I totally support you in this but do remember that she’s still recovering from all the abuse and trauma she have experienced. It will take time but I believe that if you prove to her that you are someone willing to wait and endure for her then she will open up to you.

Feeling confident and supported she smiled brightly towards her friend and thought of things she needed to do to prove to Yoonji that she will be with her as her mate forever.

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This can’t be real, all my life I’ve hoped for a mate. My mate that will set me free from everything that I’ve endured. But now that she’s here, she’s within reach. I feel like I can’t fathom the idea of having her near me. Yoonji thought.

The day after being dismissed by Yoonji, Y/N kept coming back. It’s been two weeks straight and the hybrid is just getting restless and irritated.

A hiss was heard the moment Y/N entered Yoonji’s room.

Good morning Yoonji! I brought you some flowers since the flowers I brought last week have completely wilted she said while gesturing to the flower vase near her desk.

A cold stare was Yoonji’s response to Y/N’s cheerful greeting. Not letting it sour her mood, she continued walking towards the vase while talking about her morning. Ever since Y/N’s first visit she was the only one talking, at first it was to get rid of the awkwardness that she felt whenever Yoonji just raise her brow at her but now it’s just automatic that the moment she enters her room she will talk about anything under the sun. She was cut of though mid sentence when Yoonji said…

Stop

Quickly turning her head to face Yoonji, she have both her brows raised since she wasn’t sure if it was really Yoonji who spoke when

Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing here. After saying those lines Yoonji looked at her dead in the eye and continued I don’t want you here, I don’t need you here so for your sake get the fuck out and never come back. Then she laid on her side and covered herself with the blanket.

Letting her face fell, Y/N responded. I know you don’t trust me and that you’re scared right now but will do the best that I can for you to open up for me. I-im your mate Yoonji, I won’t just abandon you, Im with you for life I—

You’re HUMAN!!! What do you know about fucking mates!? This thing doesn’t even exist for you guys, so stop pretending that you know what being a mate is! It’s making you more stupid and pathetic Yoonji greeted.

Not wanting to push further Y/N just bowed her head and nodded. Leaving everything on the desk below her she quickly left her room.

She really was trying. Yoonji was right though, soulmates are not a thing for humans but after a couple of years that hybrids are being in a relationship with humans the concept came about and a lot of humans do claim that the idea of being mates with a hybrid is a real thing and that all of those humans who are mated claims that as if the hollow feeling that they get is no more because of having their other halves. That’s what Y/N feels, but apparently it’s not something Yoonji wanted to accept.

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Yoonji expected that after her outburst yesterday it will deter Y/N and she won't be visiting her for awhile but of course it didn't. She's still there the next day talking Yoonji's ear off. Y/N is determined as she was stubborn. While in the middle of Y/N's non stop talkathon she failed to notice that one of the laces of her shoes were untied, and as she spun around to look at Yoonji she tripped on it and stumbled. Frantic to gain her balance she grabbed whatever in her reach to steady her and unfortunately that something she grabbed something slim, scaly and tiny but before Y/N was able to look at what she was gripping hard on, her face was smacked hard. Loosing her grip on what she was holding onto, she completely slumped on the floor. A stinging pain was what Y/N felt now that she's on the floor. She raised her hand to hold her cheek and after giving a soft swipe on her left cheek, she brought her hand to where her vision and was surprised when she saw red liquid on her fingertips. Furrowing her brows she swiped her left cheek once more and still saw that she was bleeding, after realizing she looked up to where Yoonji was and saw a blank face. She looked like as if she didn't claw her face with her long nails that weren't cut because she refused to. Understanding dawned in Y/N's face and she stood up and left her room one more time. Whenever Yoonji sent her mate out of her room, she always know that she will come back right away it's just her instincts telling her that she didn't upset her mate enough to make her abandon her. But now, this time a chill went down her spine when she saw a glimpse of Y/N's expression before she left. A face of someone who finally gave up on her.

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She shouldn’t feel this way, actually she doesn’t have the right to feel this way. It was her own doing that drove her away. Three days have passed after the incident that happened in Yoonji’s room. The morning after she already felt her heartache when Y/N didn’t show up as soon as the sanctuary was open. She waited for a couple more hours because maybe she just have something to do before bursting into her room and apologizing about being late. It already happened a couple of times so maybe, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Yoonji was under Jisoo’s care. The human was in charge with everything medical related for Yoonji. The moment Jisoo entered her room, she was surprised that she wasn’t hit by a pillow courtesy of Yoonji. Whenever Jisoo do her daily routine check up with the hybrid the first thing that will greet her won’t be a hello, not even a hiss. It will always be a pillow. She remembered the first time Yoonji yeeted her pillow towards her, how scared and scandalized she was. But after a couple of months she learned to dodge all of them. It’s been two days that Yoonji didn’t bother to throw her pillow at her. Whenever Jisoo give her a long look, the hybrid just looks more depress than ever.

She’s just busy.

Hearing another phrase other than Hello? How do you feel? From the Doctor made Yoonji whip her head fast to face her.

I didn’t say anything she hissed.

Yeah? you didn’t but you look like you needed some answers. Jisoo defended.

Looking away the hybrid didn’t reply. She didn’t even want to talk about it in the first place. But deep inside, she really wanted to see her again.

She’s a teacher, thought I can share something about her since I know you never asked her anything. Jisoo said, wanting to coax Yoonji to talk a little.

Apart from being a teacher, she’s also part of the T.A.L.R.H –

What the fuck is that? Yoonji interrupted.

It’s The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids. She’s one of the thousand volunteers and one of the bravest too. She praised.

Since when did that been a thing?

It’s been 10 years now, since the association came to be and it’s been years now that Hybrids are living free. She added.

Yoonji doesn’t want to believe what she was saying, humans are bad and cruel to her kind so why change? She thought. She can’t deny that she’s actually witnessing the things that her Doctor is talking about. The nurses that assists her are cats and dog hybrids. She remembered that the police officer who interviewed her about her life then was also a hybrid and a wolf hybrid at that. She remembered how humans wanted to kill wolf hybrids because of their fear but now it’s one of the protectors of the city. Did people really accepted them? Then why did it took so long for them to rescue them from Big man choi? Why did she suffer for so long. With that remaining thought, she removed the idea of finally accepting her mate and living life freely because no matter what happens she’s still different from them.

Get out, she whispered.

Yoonji—Jisoo tried to comfort, but before she can even finish, the hybrid looked at her menacingly and Jisoo released a huge sigh and left her in her room.

--

How is she Soo? Does she –

Yes, she does. She misses you a lot. Jisoo confirmed.

When are you coming to visit her again? Its been a week you know?!

I know, it’s just … I’m in love with her but I’m also kinda petty. I also want her to miss me. I think she have to feel that after being mean to me and all. Y/N mumbled.

You are both stubborn and prideful. I don’t know what will happen if you get together finally. Her friend responded.

Just for a couple days and then I’ll go see her again. Y/N promised.

It’s up to you Y/N. I have to go anyway I have a lot of things to do. Jisoo dismissed.

Of course. I’ll talk to you then Soo. Bye love you.

Take care, love you too.

--

So, she talks to you but she doesn’t come and see me? said Yoonji in a cold tone.

Hearing and seeing her out of her room and in her office surprised Jisoo that made her shout.

My gosh! Please don’t do that, and why are you hiding here with all the lights turned off. She scolded.

You didn’t answer my question Doctor. She replied.

Well, yes I talk to her since she’s my friend and all our conversation revolve around you since she’s not visiting you lately.

Yoonji nodded her head in thought and hummed.

I came here because I wanted to ask about the conversation you and my mate--I mean Y/N was talking about … she blushed when Jisoo gave her a smirk when she unconsciously mentioned Y/N as her mate rather than human before.

Which was? Jisoo queried.

About being adopted and cared for by her. Yoonji said with seriousness and finality in her sentence.

All Jisoo did was to nod.

--

Soo it’s freaking early in the morning, and why are you calling me on a Saturday when you know I sleep in! Y/N mumbled trying to wake herself up.

Good morning to you too. I guess you were busy last night and wasn’t able to read my message.

What message are you talking about? She yawned.

About me taking Yoonji to your place since she will be living with you because she agreed to have you as her care taker. She said nonchalantly.

Okay.

1 …

          2 …

                   3 …

WAIT WHAAAT!!!!

Yep, so get up, get dressed and make us breakfast because we are on our way to you.

FUUUCK, WHAJDASKF IVNAEKRJCAEFMIRLV CHUAERV …

Jisoo ended the call, but she saw the smirk that Yoonji had on her face after listening to the conversation the two had and how panic Y/N was.

Yoonji feels excited, giddy yet nervous to see her after 2 weeks but she knows she had to try. That’s what Jisoo told her, she had to try and if she feels uncomfortable she can just run away never to be seen again. But she hopes that it won’t get that way.  

Y/N didn’t know what to do first. Does she wash her face, brush her teeth? Or maybe just take a bath. Yeah … that’s what she’s going to do. She noticed how Yoonji wrinkles her nose whenever she smell her so to be safe, she needs to take a quick shower.

Y/N was in the middle of making another batch of pancakes when she heard her door bell ring.

Hold on a second! She yelled from the kitchen. Putting down the spatula and turning off the stove. She walked briskly towards her front door, reaching the door handle. She paused and composed herself. She wanted to make a good impression, no wait … she wanted to act nonchalant towards Yoonji when she meets her again, yeah that’s what I’m going to do she mumbled to herself.

She finally opened the door and before she can say another word.

My gosh what took you so long? Questioned Jisoo and walking past her with Yoonji in tow.

Y/N couldn’t even start with the persona she thought of because of how her friend interrupted her, so she instead followed them both to the kitchen.

Thanks Y/N for cooking, we’re sooo hungry Jisoo said while chewing some pancake.

You’re welcome she whispered and looked at the beautiful girl across from her friend.

Yoonji was sat on a stool eating her fair share of pancakes, when she looked up at Y/N saying thanks.

Despite how cold she said the word, it still made Y/N’s heart flutter. This was the first word that she heard from her other than the yelling and cursing.

And as if Y/N was able to move on from hearing Yoonji say something good towards her she nearly broke down from what she heard from her next.

So? You just gonna stand there and look stupid? Sit down and eat. You made this anyway. Yoonji said irritated from pushing a plate with pancakes and syrup she prepared for Y/N.

Before she can say anything stupid, she just nodded and sat down. Only the noise of the cutleries scraping the plates were heard from the kitchen.

So here are her papers proving that you will be Yoonji’s guardian from now on or whatever Yoonji chooses after the 3 months mark. Jisoo said while passing the documents to Y/N.

If ever you have questions just call me. Alrighty. She hugged Y/N and waved Yoonji goodbye and finally shut the door.

It was only her and Yoonji in her living room.

The moment she turned around to speak to Yoonji, she was already heading to the guess bedroom that Y/N hastedly prepared before she got here and immediately shut the door.

Y/N just let out a huge sigh and headed to her home office to keep the documents and files she received from her friend.

--

When Yoonji decided to accept the offer of living with her mate. She was sure she was going to finally open up to her and accept that she’s mated to a human, but alas no matter what she tried she always take one step back. Her life in Y/N’s home was just about her sleeping, staying in her bedroom and occasionally watching TV in the living room. She wasn’t oblivious about all the things that her mate was trying to do. From small talk, to cooking different kinds of food just to see which one Yoonji likes to even buying Yoonji a phone because she said that it’s something she can use if ever there was an emergency. Yoonji felt guilty that despite how rude and such a bitch she was she was still so stubbornly nice and respectful towards her. If it were any other owner or human she might be beaten to a pulp. That’s why she couldn’t for a life of her understand why she said such horrible things towards Y/N when all she wanted was to be a great mate.

Earlier …

Yoonji? A soft knock was heard from the other side of Yoonji’s bedroom. Yoonji ought to reply but she just feels annoyed all day, she thinks that maybe after a very long time that she haven’t felt it, it’s finally time.

Instead of responding to her like a normal being. She opt to swung the door open and gave the most nastiest scowl she can give her. Y/N was a bit surprised to how Yoonji opened the door, but eh? It’s what Yoonji always do. Yoonji’s living with her for nearly four months already so she’s used to her outbursts from the sanctuary to now so she just shrugged and continued on to what she originally wanted to show her.

Sorry to bother you Yoonji, but if you have a minute I just wanted to show you something. Y/N said with enthusiasm that made Yoonji cringe more but followed after her anyway.

Of all things that Y/N could give Yoonji, Yoonji didn’t expect to see such beautiful thing.

Sitting in the middle of the living room was a brand new electric keyboard. It was the one that Yoonji had added in her kart in an online shopping app that she registered in. She dreamed about owning one ever since she watched people on Youtube play it. The sound of a piano or music really made Yoonji feel so relax and at ease. It makes her feel like despite everything that she’d been through there’s always calmness and hope. So why is it making her angry seeing it in the house before her very eyes? … She can’t even understand what Y/N was talking about. The anger, guilt, joy and remorse she was feeling made her snap at Y/N.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW I’VE BEEN WANTING ONE HUH!

YOU THINK THAT BUYING ME ALL THESE SHIT THAT YOU’VE BEEN GIVING ME FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS IS GOING TO MAKE ME SUCCUMB TO YOU!!! MAKE ME … MAKE ME PLIANT TO ALL YOUR DIRTY, TWISTED AND SICK MINDED WANTS!

Yoonji shouted at the top of her lungs. She really was fuming, why do you have to be so nice. It was much easier to have you be an evil person than this.

I-I th-thought this will make you happy, you always have a smile on your face whenever I see you listen to music. I even saw you move your fingers in the air like you were playing a piano so I thought it was best to give you one … I’m not giving you these things because I want you to submit to me. I-I just wanted to make you happy. That’s all I wanted to do for you. You deserve it, specially after everything you’ve been though.

AND YOU THOUGHT MATERIAL THINGS WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY! WOULD MAKE ME CONTENT AND SATISFIED. IF THAT’S WHAT MATTERED TO ME I WOULD HAVE TAKEN ALL THE GOLD, JEWELRIES AND MONEY THAT MY DEMON OWNER HAVE OFFERED ME! I-I DON’T EVEN---

With Yoonji’s rampage, she failed to see the hurt and the sorrow written all over Y/N’s face. While Yoonji was in the middle of mumbling profanities towards her she stopped when …

So why stay? Y/N whispered.

What the fuck did you say? Questioned Yoonji.

I said, why are you staying with me when you loath me Yoonji. She said now cold dark eyes staring right at her.

What Y/N said made Yoonji gulp and take a step back. She was speechless, she didn’t know what to say.

Why do you continue living with me when I just remind you that you are tied to someone so disgusting, so horrifying, so perverted, someone intolerable huh? She questioned slightly raising her voice to her.

What made Yoonji’s heart break was when Y/N said.

They said that having a mate will make you feel euphoria. All I wanted was to love my mate and be loved back. I didn’t know that until now I will never be worth it enough to love and be loved.

--

She tried. She knows in her heart that she tried but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t always enough. When she was young, wanting the love and the attention of her parents. Giving her all in relationships be it friendships and romantic partners. It was Jisoo who stayed and loved her platonically and made her realized her worth and find her passion in looking after hybrids too.

Soulmates are a huge thing in society, even though having a soulmate as a human was rather rare than for hybrids. It’s not taken lightly. When you are given a soulmate you will be considered one of the lucky ones. Someone truly blessed with a partner mind, body, heart and soul connected to each other. So when she found out that she was one of the lucky ones given a soulmate she thank God for her. Y/N knew that it was going to be difficult to win Yoonji over, specially given that Yoonji had a rough life from cruel people before. When they first saw each other in the underground ring, Y/N instantly felt something deep inside of her, she knew that Yoonji felt it too, but Yoonji didn’t want to hope, since she thought that her mate was one of the people enjoying torturing their kind. But when she was rescued by Y/N and was treated as someone special, someone that was truly loved she didn’t how to react hence her lashing out on her every chance she get. Despite her bitchy attitude, Y/N was patient, understanding, caring and dare say loving too. Yoonji thought that Y/N will always stay like that, but today she pushed her too much to the point that all the fight that Y/N have for her seemed like it was gone now. Like Y/N has given up on her completely.

After the exchange that Y/N and Yoonji had in the living room, Y/N excused herself and went to her office. The time reads 12:13 am, and Yoonji never saw or heard Y/N go out of the office. Releasing a huge sigh, Yoonji tried to go to bed and told herself that in the morning she have to make things right with her.

--

The smell of coffee permeates the air. Yoonji always loved the smell of coffee, so flicking her tongue out she head out her bedroom. She slowly went to the kitchen when she was greeted by Y/N’s back. She’s cooking breakfast. There are two plates on the table and two mugs of coffee which made Yoonji believe that Y/N doesn’t hate her enough to just make breakfast for herself.

H-hey. Yoonji called out softly. She saw how Y/N tensed up but decided not to comment on it and just sat down on the stool in front of her.

Y/N acknowledge Yoonji with a side glance and continue cooking them some eggs. After she was done she placed their food on each of the plates. Sat down and gestured to Yoonji that she can eat. Yoonji felt how awkward and tense the atmosphere between them was. She wanted to say something, she doesn’t know but she knows she has to say something. When she was about to open her mouth and speak up, Y/N beat her to it.

I’m sorry Yoonji. I didn’t know that keeping you with me made you feel so caged up. I thought that us being mates was enough to make you feel at least okay with me, but I-I guess I was wrong. She told her.

Yoonji felt her stomach twist with how Y/N was still able to apologize when all she did was be a good human, a great mate. It was Yoonji who was supposed to apologize but Y/N continued and say …

So, I sent your papers back in the sanctuary. Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything bad about you. I told them that you need to make your own choices from now. And that you should be able to live your life the way you want it. And if being tied with a mate was something you hate don’t worry because I told them that we aren’t compatible and that you are free to do whatever you want right now.

Hearing those words from Y/N made Yoonji pale. She felt so lost, she knew that Y/N’s patience with her was running thin and that one day she will finally kick her out because she realized that she wasn’t worth it.

You don’t have to worry about money or housing because the sanctuary is willing to help you start a new lif--

NO!

Y/N was startled.

I-I don’t want that! I-I. Yoonji stammered.

Then what the fuck do you want Yoonji! I show you how much I’m happy and in love to have you as my mate, you hate me. I give you a way out, and you don’t want it too. Make up your mind! Y/N yelled.

It was the first time that Y/N ever yelled at her. The first that she showed a different emotion other than being in love with her. It scared Yoonji because Y/N might really think that Yoonji didn’t want this, didn’t want her. So she calmed herself and tried to speak up one more time. But she didn’t know how to say it so instead of talking she raised her arms and yanked Y/N close and wrapped her arms around her. She buried her head on the crook of her neck and stayed their. Y/N visibly stiffened, she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to reciprocate the skinship Yoonji was giving. Sensing Y/N’s mental dilemma Yoonji whispered.

I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was afraid. I still am. All my life I’ve been looking forward to meet you but now that your really here. I-I’m afraid that one day you’ll realize I’m not someone worth having, keeping and loving. Yoonji said all these with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N was surprised that Yoonji finally opened up to her. She knew how hard it was to think all these things but she’s so proud of Yoonji for pouring her heart out to her. Now she knows what Yoonji felt and she’s hoping for Yoonji to at least give her a chance to try. So, Y/N brought her hands to Yoonji’s cheeks and cup them. She was awestruck, it’s the first time that she’s seen Yoonji up close. She’s so so beautiful, despite having tear stains on her cheeks and having a flushed face. It made her look so adorable.

Thank you baby, thank you for finally telling me how you feel. Y/N said with love and adoration written on her face.

Yoonji feeling Y/N’s hands on her face made her feel so relaxed and comforted. She nuzzled one of Y/N’s hands and pouted. Yoonji sniffed Y/N and let herself finally sink in that her mate smells good and that she’s good. That she’s going to have a wonderful life with her.

You’re so beautiful and cute my baby. Y/N smiled at her.

Hearing those words from her made Yoonji feel shy so she wiggled out of Y/N’s hold and instead nuzzled back on the crook of Y/N’s neck. Y/N chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around Yoonji and started swaying them both slightly from side to side.

There were a lot of things that they have to talk about, they both knew that but it can wait for later. They just wanted to be in each other’s arms for now.

--

Logging out of her online classes. She stretch her arms and let out a big yawn. Yoonji just finished presenting her thesis in class and she received amazing feedback from the panel of professors listening to her. Her thesis took so much of her time and energy and now that’s finally out of the way she can finally relax.

Yoonji head out of her small studio room where she practically lives in because she attends online University and also where she works on her music. She went straight to their bedroom and laid in bed and was fast asleep.

She woke up when she felt pleasure between her legs. Opening her eyes, she looked down immediately and wasn’t shocked at what she sees. It’s what she loved waking up to. Being eaten out by the love of her life, her best friend, her mate.

Y/N looked up and their eyes met. She dragged her tongue from her slit to her clit where she suckled it, and released it with a pop.

Hi baby, you always taste so good. Y/N purred.

Feeling overwhelmed with arousal Yoonji tried to grind her pussy on Y/N’s face wanting to feel the pleasure her mate was giving her. She whined when Y/N stood on her knees and was far away from Yoonji’s aching pussy.

Mo-mommyyy pl-pleaassse, Yoonji needs you, my pussy needs you please. She begged her.

Looking down at Yoonji, Y/N can’t deny how beautiful, sexy and intoxicating her Yoonji was. Her cute nipples hard. Her legs spread wide open, giving her an amazing view of her glistening pussy. How smooth, flawless and pink her pussy was. But looking at Yoonji’s face was a stark contrast of her body. Her cheeks pink because of embarrassment and arousal. Her eyes are teary, which shows how needy she is with Y/N’s touch.

Y/N was taken back to reality when Yoonji whimpered and begged again to be filled up by her cock. Who was Y/N to deny such a request from her angel.

Quickly taking out her length. She aligned it at her lips dragging it up and down to get some of her juices on her tip. When Yoonji felt Y/N’s tip on her clit she shuddered, she wants to be full so she whined one more time and cried out when Y/N’s cock was shoved deep inside of her without warning.

Y/N took hold of Yoonji’s hips and started thrusting in and out of her fast.

Yeah, baby you want Mommy fucking you like this huh? Want Mommy pounding her baby’s tiny pussy. Y/N said while fucking her.

The only words coming out of Yoonji’s mouth were slurred words of yesses and Mommy.

With the intense pleasure that Yoonji feels she came right away without warning Y/N. She squirted when she came and the force of her orgasm pushed Y/N’s cock out. So, Y/N just decided to watch her Yoonji’s pussy squirt non-stop because of her orgasm. After a couple of seconds she shoved her cock back in again. Not wanting to let her baby rest. Yoonji loved being fucked multiple times. Because of that Y/N always made sure that Yoonji orgasmed at least three to four times so that she can finally be satiated.

After a couple of rounds later, heavy breaths were only heard in their bedroom as the couple looked up at the ceiling. They were a total mess. When Y/N was finally settled she got out of bed and went to their bathroom to wipe her cock and bring a cloth dipped in warm water so that she can finally clean Yoonji up. Her pussy was oozing with a mixture of her and Y/N’s cum. The bedsheet was also wet because of her squirts from their intense love making. Y/N nearing her she sat down at the bottom of the bed and gently drag the cloth to Yoonji’s pussy which made her whine from the overstimulation.

Mommy ‘sensitive she whined.

I know baby, Mommy’s sorry for going rough on you. Mommy just wanted to have her baby girl again after a couple of weeks of us being busy. I think we needed that. Y/N explained.

Yes Mommy. No worries, it wasn’t rough for me. It felt so so good. Always good whenever you fuck me. She said while grinning at her lover.

That’s great to hear baby. Now, come let’s take a shower. We need to clean up so that we can have dinner and rest for tonight. Y/N told her and Yoonji just nodded her headed.

Yoonji was being lifted up on Y/N’s arms towards the bathroom.

In the closed shower room, the sound of water falling and moans were heard once again.

--

4 years later …

Yoonji and Y/N were sitting on a picnic blanket surrounded by the food that they both prepared for their picnic. Whenever spring comes around it has been their tradition to go to a meadow deep inside a mountain trail near their place. This is where the couple just surround themselves with the sweet scent of wild flowers blooming and feeling the cool air on their skin as they laugh and talk about things happening about their lives.

It’s nearing sun down and both was just sitting in comfortable silence. Content to be together and just reflect on what their lives have been after the couple of years they’ve been together. When Yoonji was just staring at the horizon she always made sure to compliment how beautiful the sky was. While Yoonji does so, Y/N’s gaze remains on Yoonji alone, looking at the side profile of her mate. How cute her button nose crinkles when she smiles, how adorable her gummy smile was and her hair being blown by the wind. Yoonji looks ethereal, and Y/N feels so lucky to have her as a mate.

She’s so in love with her that’s why while Yoonji was so distracted she pulled out the ring inside her jacket and called Yoonji’s name.

Yoonji’s eyes grew big when she saw the diamond ring her mate was showing her, she shouldn’t be surprised because Y/N always hinted that she wanted to marry her mated or not but witnessing the scene before her surprised her a lot. Yoonji was so overwhelmed that she can’t say anything and just let the tears on her eyes flow freely down her cheeks. Seeing this made Y/N cup her cheeks and cooed at her.

Baby, why are you crying? Do you not want to marry me? Y/N queried.

Yoonji shook her head immediately and looked up at her mate and stuttered.

O-of c-course, I w-waaannnt too. She sobbed louder.

Hearing her response made Y/N relaxed so she chuckled at Yoonji’s reaction and just cradled her in her arms.

Then will you wear my ring baby? She prodded.

Yoonji offered her left hand and Y/N put the jewelry on her ring finger and kissed her temple afterwards.

T-thank you M-mommy for everything you’ve done for me. Yoonji said.

You don’t need to thank me baby, Y/N chastised.

No, I-I just want to tell you how happy and grateful I am for you. Thank you for rescuing me back in the underground ring. Thank you for being patient and lovely towards me the first months I was out, I know how rude and bitchy I was but instead of giving up on me, you stayed and proved how much you love me. Thank you f-for helping me live my life by going to school, now I’ve graduated and have an amazing job doing music. I c-can’t thank you enough but I will live my life showing you how much I love you. Yoonji proclaimed.

Thank you for telling me all of this my angel, I’ll do the same then too. I’ll live my life showing you how much I love you. Y/N responded.

The couple looked at each other and their lips met, the kiss then became more passionate as the lovers wanted to prove to the other how grateful they are to have each other. Yoonji then whimpered and say Mommy please make love to me. Who was Y/N to deny her mates request so she asked Yoonji to lay down on the picnic blanket they were sitting on. Yoonji looked so beautiful with her hair spread out above her head, one of the strap of her sundress down and she spread her legs wide to show Y/N that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Seeing that made Y/N chuckle.

My angel’s naughty, not wearing panties under her dress she said while going down on her.

Yoonji released a soft moan when she felt Y/N’s tongue lick her clit and suckle it.

Wanna be ready for you always Mommy, she claimed.

That’s my good girl Y/N responded and continued eating her out, within minutes Yoonji came with a gasp. Not letting her recover Y/N immediately released her cock from her underwear and shoved it in her wet pussy. Yoonji whined at how sensitive she was, but didn’t complain once Y/N started thrusting in and out of her.

Your so wet baby, so tight no matter how many times Mommy fucks your tiny pussy. She growled near Yoonji’s ear.

Yoonji just nodded, couldn’t speak up because of the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

Y/N couldn’t get enough of her so she took hold of Yoonji’s legs and brought her knees to her chest. When Yoonji was folded in half, Y/N started fucking her fast and hard. Yoonji started sobbing because with this position she can feel her Mommy deep inside of her, and with that she came with a squirt and despite how she was cumming hard Y/N still rammed her until she came inside her hard. Y/N thrusted a couple more times to ride out her orgasm and when both came down from their high’s they looked at each other and giggled. Y/N kissed Yoonji just because she looked so adorable with her gummy smile and told her I love you. In which Yoonji replied with an I love you too Mommy, so much.

FIN.

Author’s note: Hello there darlings, I hope this story made you fall in love with Min Yoonji, Because I did. If you want to read more of my works, do comment and like the stories I have in this blog and I will write soon – Love Francene Molove.

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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.

Cigarettes

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It felt weird.

Seeing him standing there after the years had passed.

But it wasn't a bad weird. It was the kind of weird that makes you excited; gives you little butterflies in your stomach.

That's what is was like seeing Min Yoongi after all these years.

Min Yoongi had been a big player when you were in your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior with your brother, Hoseok.

He was bad, did drugs and drank as well as had sex with whomever he wanted whenever he wanted. Usually wherever as well.

But.

He was a good person. He'd been dealt a few bad cards in life, he'd gotten into trouble with the law a few years back and it was kind of bad hit after bad hit once it got started. However, for some odd strange reason, you'd never been more smitten in your entire life.

It was the cliche forbidden romance.

You were the brother's precious little sister and Yoongi was the bad boy influence that the older brother hung out with for a taste of a badass lifestyle when in reality he still needed his mother and sister more than anything in the whole world. Which isn't a bad thing, but, you always wondered why Yoongi and Hoseok were friends. Seeing how soft Hobi was, but, they meshed pretty well over their love of rap. Sometimes one thing is enough for people.

You two did mess about for a little while, meeting behind the bleachers at the school and having silly make out sessions. But it had never gone further than that, because you were afraid of what Hoseok would think if he found out and Yoongi wasn't really worried about working too hard to impress you.

There were plenty of other women that wanted to play, and honestly, he didn't want to fuck up your life too bad if he could help it.

"Hey there, Princess, it's been a while," he said as you got out of your car, still wearing your gown from graduation.

"Yoongi-oppa," you said with a smile on your face. You walked over and gave him a hug, him placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, relishing in the fact that you still blushed brightly at the action.

"You look amazing, congratulations on your graduation," he said, handing over a little envelope. You were worried what would be inside, but in reality it was a cheap card with some money tucked away in there.

"Thank you," you said, putting the card in your bag.

"So, you're an adult now, full fledged and heading to college I assume, let's see if I can guess for what. You were always fascinated by foreign languages, it's got to be English. Are you going to go abroad?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

He was always so damn perceptive that it could make you crazy.

"Right on the money, as usual. You always seemed to know things before I did," you said, crossing your arms. Yoongi smiled and looked around, probably wondering where Hoseok was.

"Where's your brother, I thought for sure he'd be here today," he said, rubbing his chin.

He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you saw him.

He smelt like tobacco and cologne which was a winning combination in your mind, but, you were curious as to why he was here. It wouldn't just be for your graduation.

Generally the only time Yoongi showed up was to crash on your brother's couch for a few nights or to stroll through the memories he had in this town.

"He's hanging out with Namjoon and a few of my friends, Taehyung and Jimin, you remember them right?"

Yoongi nodded and put his hands in his pocket.

"Good kids, I remember them. I also remember a rascal named Jungkook trailing after them like he ran the place. Little shit, but, a good kid just like all the guys you hung around," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

"What are you doing back?" you asked, finally getting the question you wanted so bad out in the open. Yoongi took a long drag off his cancer stick before blowing the smoke away from you, so not to be rude.

"I had a feeling you might not remember, so I brought the note with me, and there was when you were crying on my jacket, but you'll remember after you read the note."

After stomping out his cigarette he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very yellow looking piece of paper. He held it out for you, obviously wanting you to read it. So you did, taking it from his hands.

It was your hand writing, oddly enough.

~

Oppa,

I know you are leaving soon and I would like to give you a gift...

The gift is me.

Please take my virginity.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes.

~

Your mouth dropped open and you looked up at Yoongi with a smugass grin on his face.

"Where the hell did you get this!?" you squealed, slapping his arm in embarrassment. All he did was laugh as you continued to beat him.

"You left it on my dresser the morning I was supposed to leave for a year to tour Europe. You had just turned legal and you were so cute," he said with such a innocent joy in his eyes.

"I-I... Oh my God!" You yelled, covering your face.

It was all coming back to you now.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You had been drinking.

Had it been a good idea?

Hell no.

But was it fun?

Fuck yes.

You were stumbling around in a party that Taehyung was hosting and there was a boy who had been eyeing you all night.

Maybe you should go talk to him.

You managed to get towards him before you stumbled and fell into a familiar pair of tobacco smelling arms.

Yoongi gazed at you with moderate annoyance and concern.

"Princess, how much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked, pulling you back up on your feet, even though it wasn't going to do you much good, considering how wobbly you were.

"Only a lot!" you giggled, hiccuping at the end of your sentence.

Yoongi looked around and didn't see your brother, so it was time to take on his role.

Taehyung had conveniently walked past Yoongi.

"Tae, let J know that I have Princess here, she's way too hammered to go home. Her mother would kill her."

Tae nodded and walked off in search of your brother. Yoongi picked you up and a few people helped him get you out to his car, considering you weren't particularly feeling ready to leave the party yet.

Finally everyone had you in the vehicle and Yoongi took off. The ride was silent and eventually he made it to his house.

Yoongi came around the back and picked you up, carrying you into his house. You were slowly sobering up, but it was a process. You didn't feel as wobbly anymore, but you still felt a little too flirty for your own good.

"Oppaaaa," you drew out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Now Princess, don't play with me when you're drunk," he warned, setting you down on his bed. "I'm going to crash out on the couch, sleep tight Princess. Drink a lot of water tonight, even if you don't want to."

He turned to leave before he heard clothing hitting the floor.

Yoongi honestly was afraid to see you naked.

He wasn't sure if he could control himself if he did, but he had a rule about sleeping with people who couldn't consent.

But, turn he did, and what he saw was you there with tears running down your face and your shirt on the floor and you working on getting your bottoms off.

Yoongi rushed over and stopped you progress.

"Princess, why are you stripping and crying. It's a rather an odd combination."

"I want you to sleep with me, Oppa," you said, looking up at him with your teary eyes.

Yoongi was torn between his morals and the desire of finally having you the way he'd wanted since he'd taken your first kiss from you earlier in the year.

"I can't do that, Princess," he said, picking up your shirt from the floor.

"Is it because you don't feel that way about me? Or do you not want to have sex with a virgin?"

Your bold statement had sent a hot rush through his veins, but, he wasn't going to budge.

"It's because you're drunk, Princess, now lay down and go to bed," he said, coaxing you towards the bed.

You flung your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. Yoongi stood stock still as you worked your plush lips against his own. He couldn't resist kissing you back. You were too addicting for him to say no too.

You were worse than his cigarettes. His pot. His alcohol.

After a few minutes of kissing, you started pulling him towards the bed, but he pulled back and you pouted, looking at him with sad eyes.

"No means no Princess, it's not gonna happen, no matter how many kisses you give me," he said, pulling your hands off of him.

"You really don't find me attractive," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Princess, believe me, if you weren't drunk, you would be on this bed, legs spread faster than your mind could process," he murmured, imagining how good the sight would be in his head.

Yoongi watched as tears started flowing down your face. He brought you into his arms and held you close, rubbing your bare skin to help soothe your fit.

Eventually you calmed down and Yoongi pulled you back to wipe your eyes.

"It'll all be alright, don't worry about anything Princess. But right now, you need to sleep," he said, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Sleep with me," you said bluntly.

"Can't do that, Princess. You're still so young, and you're drunk. I don't want to fuck up your life before it even begins," Yoongi said.

"Then, on my graduation day... Will you sleep with me then?"

Yoongi mulled this over in his head.

"If you want me on that day, then yes, I'll sleep with you, will you go to bed now?"

"A kiss to seal the promise," you said, presenting your lips to him. He walked forward and pressed his hot mouth against your own. You sighed in pleasure before wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi tensed for a moment, ready to fight off your advances, but you simply kept your lips against his and continued to kiss him.

The two of you laid down and he wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell asleep in his embrace.

-_-_-_-_-

"You seem to remember that night now," Yoongi said with a smug look on his face. You squealed and beat his arm.

"Is that the only reason you came back!? To get laid!? You shithead!"

Yoongi simply grabbed your wrists and held you off, laughing at your anger.

"No, I truly came back because my mom needed my help down at the shop, but your graduation fell around this time, so I stuck around a little longer than she needed me, just to see if you remembered that little memory," he said laughing. "Anyways, I do need to get going, it was really good to see you Princess, honestly that look on your face will keep me laughing for months," he said, moving away from you and starting to head down the road.

You weren't sure when you would see him again.

Would you ever?

He was known to be such a drifter some people haven't seen him in five years where other's saw him once and never saw him after that. Like breath on the mirror he seemed to fade from existence itself.

"Oppa!"

Yoongi froze, turning around.

"What is it now Princess?" He asked, seeming like he really did need to go somewhere.

"M-Meet me under the bleachers tonight? Just like old times? I want to hang out with you," you said, silently holding your breath while you waited for his answer.

"Sure, I'll see you around 9:00."

With that, he walked down the road, fading over the horizon and you couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be the last time you ever saw him...

And you didn't even get to kiss him this time.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was 10:30, you had been waiting here for over two hours, seeing as how you arrived here way before Yoongi told you to meet him here.

This was his usual M.O. He was always super late to things.

Just as you were about to forget it and just leave, footsteps started approaching the bleachers.

Yoongi appeared from the front and you gave him a big smile. He walked over and gave you a hug before leaning back and lighting up a cigarette.

"Those things kill people you know."

"God I hope so."

That was Yoongi's normal answer. Always cynical and depressing, but he had his moments of happiness. That was generally when he was shitfaced or high as a kite.

Or, when you said something cute that made him laugh.

"It's late, you're still waiting, I was tempted to just show up at your house. But I thought I would check here first," he said, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

"Remember when they kicked you off the basketball team cause they caught you smoking?" You asked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground.

"Yes, they lost their best player, heard they haven't done well since I was on the team. Is that dumbass still the coach?" He asked, pulling another cigarette out from his pocket. You snatched it and flung it in the opposite direction.

"You know I hated it when you smoked, so don't do it in front of me," you said, crossing your arms.

Yoongi simply chuckled and nodded, keeping his hands away from his pockets.

"Why did you want to meet me? I am planning on going in the morning, early too. Even if that means I have to haul my ass out of bed at 8:00."

"When will you be back?" You asked, looking into his eyes.

"Not sure, maybe never, there's not much left for me here. Probably come back every so often to visit mom and dad, but other than that," he said, looking like he was thinking of more reasons to come home.

"What about Hoseok and the boys?"

"We have a group chat and Hoseok is going to college in the city, you know that. Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves.

"Because-"

RING RING...

RING RING...

Yoongi's phone went off and he answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

He started walking along the fence line, you following him quickly.

"I don't have time, leaving in the morning and don't really want to stick around longer than I need to, especially not because I'm hungover."

Probably a party invitation. Yoongi always got invited to any one he wanted, partially because all the girls wanted a good lay and Yoongi was a good supplier of alcohol for the kids who came to the party. It was a good way for Yoongi to make some spending money from the students who didn't really know how much alcohol cost.

This conversation was going on longer than expected. Whatever it was, this person seemed to wrap Yoongi's attention to them and it was starting to piss you off.

His attention should be on you right now, you had something kind of important to discuss...

The longer he spoke on the phone, the more you got pissed off at whoever was on the other line.

What the fuck took twenty minutes to talk about!?

"H-Hang on man. Hey Princess, I'm just going to go, alright? You have my number, if can we talk about what you needed to ask me some other time?"

"Y-Yeah, sure... I-I mean, I guess," you said, buckling under the pressure of importance.

Yoongi patted you on the head and started walking down the street.

Did that really just happen?

Did you let your opportunity to lose your virginity to the man you had loved since Sophomore year just walk away from you?

Because of a fucking phone call!?

Your mind was racing and you palms were sweating.

What could you do? He was getting further and further away, and you were certain you were going to loose him if you didn't start chasing after him soon.

Your feet started forward, and before you knew it you were running.

It felt like every step closer you took towards him the further and further he got from you.  But you were determined to catch him, so catch him you would.

There was a cross walk that made you stop before the light turned green for you, he was stuck there right now, this was your chance to catch him.

Yoongi started walking forward, but you bursted towards him. Your lungs burned for air and your legs were tired from the running, but you were so close to him you could smell his cologne,

You had him.

As hard as you could, you pulled his arm back and swung him around to face you. Yoongi stumbled and almost hauled off and punched before he saw who was hanging onto him.

"Princess? What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, looking at you with an odd look on his face.

Without any warning you pulled him to your lips, finding them just as warm and pleasurable as they had been when you were younger.

Yoongi was stock still once you pulled away, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"Sleep with me," you said, trying to get the shaking in your limbs under control.

Yoongi looked at you with shock in his eyes, but hung up the phone anyways.

"Sorry, I-I've gotta be hearing things, did you just tell me to sleep with you?" he questioned, giving you an incredulous look.

"I am asking you, Min Yoongi to take my virginity. Right. Now."

Yoongi's eyes enlarged a little bit before he swallowed thickly and looked towards you.

"Are you sure you want it to be me? I'm not that great, Princess, I mean in general. In bed I'm great, but, in general I'm kind of a cynical asshole if you haven't noticed," he said, staring at your lips obviously longing for more.

"I'm positive, Oppa. It has to be you," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down and took your lips in a possessive kiss before pulling back and holding you in his arms.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have."

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was simple enough, but him kissing you on his couch was immensely terrifying.

This was it, you were going to lose your virginity!

To the man you've harbored a crush on for almost four years!

Yoongi was being oddly respectful. You remembered having to stop him a few times back in high school, he was always a little handsy, but never went further than was pleasurable. He'd always made you think about it in your mind. If you really wanted to go that extra step with him.

His hands started to go down your body, following the natural curves of your form. You gave a soft little moan and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

"So responsive, I can't wait to see what you have under that skirt for me," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You can look," you said, pulling your skirt up to your stomach to reveal your clothed center. You had picked out dark purple lace panties to go with your dark bra for the evening. Yoongi stared at you for a long time, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You leaned forward and shut his mouth for him.

"Put your mouth to better use for me," you said, surprisingly dominant.

Yoongi scoffed and surged forward, attaching his lips to your core. You moaned and arched your back forwards. The feeling of his hot lips against your center was almost too good to be true. He hooked his fingers in the strap of your panties and snapped them, making you squeal slightly.

"God, no one has touched you like this... I'm the first, holy fuck this is so hot, Princess," he moaned.

You watched as he disappeared underneath your skirt, a pair of panties emerging a few moments later.

A rush of cold air hit your center and your cringed away from the feeling. Yoongi smiled and blew over your center, watching you squirm and writhe from the sensations he supplied.

You wanted him to do it already!

What was he waiting for?

"O-Oppa..."

Yoongi lifted his head and you looked into his beautiful eyes. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips against yours, much to Yoongi's surprise. He had forgotten how much you actually enjoyed kissing.

"Please touch me," you breathed, yearning for him to do something. Anything.

Yoongi did as you asked and moves his thumb down your opening, dipping slightly in your entrance to gauge how wet you were. Yoongi was surprised to find that you weren't that wet at all.

"Baby, does what I'm doing not feel good? You need to tell me before we go any further, I have lube if you want me to get it-"

You gripped his sleeve and stopped him from leaving you.

"No, I'm fine. Please just....use your mouth to get me wet...."

Yoongi's eyes sparkled because of the slightly erotic words you were using. Without needing to be told twice, Yoongi surged forward and placed his lips on your pussy. The heat was immeasurable and the pleasure was twice that if possible. Yoongi moved his tongue along the folds of your lower lips and over the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of your flower.

His tongue was doing an erotic dance with your womanhood and it felt incredible. Yoongi moaned as more and more of your juices started coming from you. You tasted like heaven and sin all at once.

He knew this was wrong.

He didn't deserve you in your worst moments, and this was probably one of your best.

But he didn't give a fuck about deserving shit right now, because you wanted him. You chose him out of all the other men that you could've done this with. Not Jimin, not Taehyung or Jungkook. Fuck not even that TA that you had been crushing on for a few months Jin. It was him.

And that was what made this moment important to him. It mattered to him, because it was important to you.

Yoongi started sucking and pulling on your lower lips, making little growls of approval whenever you bucked your hips towards his mouth or when you grabbed his hair out of sheer bliss.

He could feel you getting closer and closer by the way you were shaking, soon you would be over that edge and you would be wet enough to take him.

That's where he got worried.

You were a virgin.

It generally hurt for a girl's first time and you were almost as innocent as they came. Of course you'd kissed before, but not like this and no one had intruded on your innocence except Yoongi.

He didn't want you to feel pain. And the wrenching in his gut was that it was going to feel so good to him.

It was almost barbaric to him for you to experience such pain while he got innumerable amounts of pleasure.

But right now, he was focused on giving you a well deserved orgasm.

He sucked on your clit harshly, watching you thrash underneath him as he nibbled and swirled your little pearl about with his tongue. Your grip on his hair tightened and he knew this was it.

It was go time. He took his thumb and started massaging your outer lips before sucking on your clit hard. You shouted and started to shake. Yoongi watched as you came undone before his eyes.

It felt so good. So incredible good. The wire that had been tightening in your stomach for what felt like years was finally released.

Yoongi lapped at your slightly swollen center to help ease you through the sensations.

You were sweating and you looked down at Yoongi between your legs. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were a meal and he hadn't eaten in days.

Finally he was up and on his knees, undoing his belt and flinging it to the floor. You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, almost teasingly as he kept his pants on just not done up fully.

You quickly sat up and pulled off your clothes, not even caring where they landed on the floor. Yoongi was on top of you quickly afterwards and kissing you desperately.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," he moaned as he kissed down your neck and to your chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and started to suckle. You moaned and arched your back into the sensations.

His warm mouth was encasing the sensitive skin and all you could do was hold onto his neck and moan out your pleasure.

Yoongi grabbed your hips and spread your legs again, rubbing himself against your center. You moaned his name and grabbed his shoulders.

He was hot and ready to fuck you.

There was little time wasted as Yoongi pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his large cock to you. You couldn't help the blush that erupted over your face, but you remained still, watching as he rolled a condom over his length.

"Alright Princess, are you ready?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

"I'm ready," you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek. Yoongi leaned into your touch and kissed your palm.

You felt him line himself up with your entrance and you tensed slightly, waiting for the pain to start.

"Baby," he whispered. You jumped at the sound of his voice and Yoongi could tell you were scared.  "You can't tense up like that, I won't be able to put it in if you do that. Just relax, the more you relax the less it will hurt," he said with such sensitivity you instantly relaxed naturally.

Yoongi waited until you calmed down a little bit before pushing forward and watching your features for any discomfort.

It felt odd, having him fill you up. There was a stinging pain that started to become more and more prevalent the further he pushed in.

He was careful as his hips slowly met yours. Yoongi looked into your eyes as tears slowly streamed down your face.

"Omo, don't cry, you need to tell me if it hurts. I can pull out-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  He responded quickly and kept still inside of you.

"Move, Oppa, it's alright," you encouraged, shifting your hips upwards slightly. He groaned but pulled back before entering you again. A rush of pain and pleasure went through your core.

You were so full.

It was all you could think about. Yoongi being inside of you was such a different experience. It felt amazing. Not just the sex itself, but the fact that you got to be this close to him.

You wondered why he didn't do this sooner. Why did you do this sooner?

But you had been waiting for Yoongi all this time in your heart.

You'd had boyfriends who obviously wanted to play around, but you never let them. Maybe in your heart you knew that you wanted Yoongi. Your body only wanted him to have this moment with you. And you've known it since you were younger.

He started to move a little faster. This skin of your thighs and the skin of his hips making a lewd smacking sound that echoed through the night. The pain was almost gone, just slightly stinging if he went too hard.

But it all felt so good. You were moaning loudly and grabbing onto his shoulder.

You remember when the two of you were younger and he had this platinum blonde hair that suited him so well. He looked like an angel. But right now his hair was black with hints of blue in it.

He looked older and more mature, less ethereal and childlike.

But he was still Yoongi, and right now, he was yours.

Your were incredibly tight around him. He wasn't sure if he was going to last long at all. It had been months since he'd had sex period. But he couldn't remember the last time he had sex with a virgin except for his first time.

Yoongi was panting above you with effort, droplets of sweat running down his face and spine. You ran your hands down his back and placed your hands on his waist, letting him fuck into you as hard or as deeply as he wanted.

You'd never felt more connected to someone in your entire life. He was inside of you and he was so thick and hard that the only thing really registering in your mind was the pleasure he was delivering to you.

He was starting to groan louder.

"Oh fuck, ___, you're so tight," he said, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut in what looked to be pain.

"Y-Yoongi-oppa, it feels so good, don't stop!"

Your shrill voice echoed through the room and Yoongi bucked into you particularly hard. The pain erupted in your stomach and you sat up to grab onto him.

Yoongi rolled so he was in a sitting position as well and you worked yourself on top of him. He placed his hands on your hips as to guide you along his shaft in a pleasurable way for both of you.

He felt even bigger now, if that was possible.

How could he even begin to feel this incredible inside of you.

"Tell me you're gonna cum soon baby, please, I don't think I can hang on much longer," he moaned, kissing your breasts with tender affection.

"Close... So close..." You breathed. Yoongi smiled up at you at he started to slam into your pussy even harder than before.

"Take it, take my cock so good baby, oh fuck, gonna cum... Shit! Oh fuck," he groaned as his pace became erratic.

You could feel the tightness from earlier returning and you knew that you were about to let go.

"Yoongi! Yoongi!" you yelped as you felt yourself being thrown over the edge into sheer bliss.

He felt your walls clamp down on him as your orgasm took over and that was it for him. He groaned your name and slammed his hips into yours once last time before shuddering.

You slumped into his arms and Yoongi laid back on the bed, still throbbing inside of you.

The two of you were speechless for a few moments, simply panting and trying to calm your racing hearts.

"Oppa..." you whispered, looking at Yoongi who's eyes were closed.

"Mmm? What is it princess?" He asked, peeking one eye open.

"Thank you... For, uh... Well..."

Yoongi slowly pulled out of you and got up, rolling the condom off of his softening length and throwing it into the garbage.

"Princess, it was my pleasure," he said, throwing you a shirt and pulling his boxers back on. He was searching through his pants and grabbed a cigarette, lighting in and putting it in his mouth as he blew the smoke away from you.

"Min Yoongi you but that damn thing out right now or I will smoke it for you," you growled.

"What did you just call me Princess?" he asked, getting closer to you.

"I called you by your name, now put the damn cigarette out and come over here and cuddle with me," you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Yoongi wasn't one to say no to a good thing, so he quickly put the cigarette out and ran back to bed to wrap you up in his arms.

"You smell like cigarettes and sex," you complained as he kissed your head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The room went silent before you looked up at him.

"Oppa... Are you going to leave tomorrow still?"

Your heart raced as you waited for his response.

"I do have business I need to take care of in the city, but that doesn't mean that I have to go alone," he said, looking down at you with a little smirk on his face.

"B-but what about my parents-"

"Hobi can call them and tell him your visiting him for the weekend. Come with me baby, I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

You blushed and kissed his cheek.

"Well, I guess," you said, before pulling him to your lips once more.

It was stupid to agree to go with him. The two of you were so young and ignorant to everything about this world.

But that's what made it special.

Because it would just be you, Yoongi and his trusty pack of Cigarettes that would get you through the long nights.

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» a love like this dies fast « 

「 Relationships are hard for everyone, even celebrities. With bright lights shining upon them and fake smiles plastered upon their faces meaning full connections are hard to find.

 With everyone watching their every move the rising stars of Hollywood have to try their hardest to maintain their images… even if it costs them everything. 」

◯ famous!au/s (Hollywood love stories)  

◯ ot7 x reader ( please note this is not a poly universe, none of these stories are linked unless otherwise stated )

◯  key;  [ ♡ - smut ] [ ☆ - fluff ] [ ☾ - angst ]

KIM SEOKJIN ; RED | new romantics  ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ Kim Seokjin’s rise to fame is something no one had ever anticipated. However with you, his assistant, right beside him he truly felt like he could do anything.. until suddenly it all became too much. ❞

date posted: TBE.

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PARK JIMIN ; ORANGE | wildest moments   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ Getting caught up in a rush of newfound fame was the never the direction Park Jimin saw his life going in. He always thought he was a well grounded individual, but even the most put-together people have moments of weakness. ❞

date posted: TBE.

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JUNG HOSEOK ; YELLOW | sober sunsets   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ You never thought you’d land that sweet summer internship for your favorite talk show ‘Hope Talk’ but miracles happen. Although you never expect to get whisked up in a whirlwind romance with the of star of the show himself, Jung Hoseok. ❞

date posted: TBE.

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KIM TAEHYUNG ; GREEN | us now   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ You dreamed of tender kisses and soft hugs, and when you met Kim Taehyung you thought you’d found your soulmate. But after getting roped up into a series of career opportunities you found yourselves drifting until everything fell apart.

Hadn’t anyone ever told you to never mix business with pleasure?❞

date posted: TBE.

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KIM NAMJOON ; BLUE | on separation   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ Public affairs were never Kim Namjoon’s forte. However, upon meeting you he found himself thrust dangerously into a world of socialites, after-parties and an extremely public relationship.  ❞

date posted: TBE.

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MIN YOONGI ; INDIGO | reasons unknown   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ Slipping into a deep depression wasn’t that uncommon for Min Yoongi. The entire world watching his every move was uncommon though, with the pressure of their gazes on him he falls down a destructive path. He begins to lose everything, but is it too late to salvage what’s left of his relationship?  ❞

date posted: TBE.

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JEON JUNGKOOK ; VIOLET | forgotten lovers   ♡ ☆ ☾

❝ Secret relationships never work out for anyone, but that didn’t stop Jeon Jungkook from trying his hardest to juggle his rising status and you. ❞

date posted: TBE.

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Okay hear me out, but maybe a little bit of enemies to lovers, little bit of smutty goodness between witch hunter!yoongi and witch!reader?? Idk why this popped in my head but I’m kind of desperate to see a little something now lol.

Also, I love you ❤️

❀ Pairing: Witch hunter!Yoongi x f. witch!reader

❀ Summary: For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

❀ Word Count: 4188 

❀ Genre: Urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, a hint of angst, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: On screen character death (not permanent though), depictions of blood and intense action sequences, scary demon thing, depiction of weapons, hints at violence between two groups of people, mild world building, a bit of angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content featuring light nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, emotional sex, a lot of spit, UNEDITED. 

❀ Published: August 3, 2023

❀ A/N: I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to control myself with some of these ideas because god dammit Sarah, I want to turn this into more than ~4k of a work. Like this idea inspired me so much, you have no idea how insane I wanted to go on this but I had to CONTROL MYSELF because I promised that this year I would keep it tame. I love you so much and I’m so sorry that this is like 90% plot and 10% smut but I kept inching toward 5k and I was like I HAVE GOT TO STOP MYSELF JESUS CHRIST and dkfgjdiogjfoigjg I am telling you right now, I want to come back and revisit this fic and makie it like a four chapter thing or something because GOD I LOVED THIS IDEA AND YOU KNEW JUST WHAT TO REQUEST. Also this is unedited!!!!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Most nights, Yoongi dreams of you. He knows better, and yet he can’t help himself. It’s like you’re living under his skin, a virus that has taken root in the marrow of his bones. He doesn’t know how he would dig you out if he tried.

If he tried. 

If anyone from the Conclave knew the dangerous game that Yoongi is playing, he would be ousted or killed. Killing would be the mercy, but he’s garnered enough hate within the elite members of the Conclave to know they’d rather him suffer cut off from his resources. His friends. His family. 

Still, Yoongi walks a dangerous line. He knows it’s wrong, letting a witch infect him like a sickness. He is sure that he’s under your spell. There’s no other explanation for the way he always lets you slip away. For the way he closes his eyes and imagines the flutter of your heart against his, the sound of your gasps, the warmth of your hands.

Stars explode behind Yoongi’s eyes as he presses the heels of his hands into them. He’s exhausted, limbs heavy and sore from a day of bloody work. The activity downtown has only worsened the last few months, making Yoongi hunt multiple times a day and return home banged up. 

The pain he can handle. Witches and their demons are nothing new to him. But he knows there’s something he’s missing, something lurking beneath the surface of the increased activity and the strong demonic presence in the city.

Yoongi knows he could ask you. He’s thought about it a few times over the last few weeks but he’s talked himself out of it each time. The curiosity has always lingered there, waiting for him to ask in those moments where you cross his path, coy and sharp as ever. In the minutes you linger, shooting him insults he thinks you don’t mean and playing little word games. 

He doesn’t ask, though. And you never offer, despite the fact that your sharp eyes and knowing smirk lead him to believe you know he wants to ask. 

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t. Not giving you what you want is part of the fun. He likes the way it makes you bristle, magic crackling at your fingertips. He loves the way it makes you narrow your eyes at him, lobbing empty threats that make him want to purr. 

Whatever this effect you have on him is potent. He can’t shake you off, can’t outrun you. 

And worse, he doesn’t want to.

Rain begins to beat on the bedroom window outside. Though his limbs are heavy from slogging through the sewer system downtown after a witch and her ivax demon, he’s a little too keyed up to sleep. Yoongi senses something staticy in the air, an energy that he can’t name.

Opening up his phone, he flips through his text threads with members of the Conclave. It seems everyone is in it tonight, the demonic activity buzzing and the monsters worse than usual. He frowns when he sees Seokjin mention a prowler crawling through the warehouse district. Yoongi knows that’s where you live and an unexpected sense of unease slivers down his spine.

He locks his phone and tosses it on the bed. He doesn’t need to worry about you. You’re one of the most skilled witches in the city and you’ve killed scores of demons and others alike. He should remove your head for the number of hunters you’ve put in the ground, but you’ve killed triple that in witches. 

Which is why you’re alone. It’s not lost on Yoongi that you’re a witch without a coven and with unusual alliances living in a warehouse all alone with a prowler on the loose. If you know it’s there - you have to know it’s there, being you - he knows you’ll go after it. 

“Fuck,” he sighs at the ceiling. 

Grabbing his phone, Yoongi sends off a quick text. 

Yoongi: Anyone dispatching to take care of the prowler?

Councilman Haer: Negative. The Conclave will not be dispatching. The Warehouse District is not critical and it’ll go back down after it’s satiated. Prowlers aren’t controlled by witches, it might even take a few out for us.

Yoongi stomach flips as he squeezes his phone tight before getting up. He’s tired of the Conclave’s inaction. He knows he’ll get in trouble for going after something so dangerous without backup, but he can’t ask Seokjin and Hoseok to back him up on this one. Not unauthorized, and not for something so dangerous. 

Unsanctioned hunts is exactly how Yoongi has ended up at the bottom of the pool among Conclave members, but he doesn’t care. Politics can’t erase the fact that he’s the best fucking hunter in the city, and no councilman who won’t get their hands dirty can give him grief for doing what needs to be done.

This isn’t about the Conclave, though. Yoongi knows it. Seokjin would know it, if Yoongi told him what he was doing. But the thought of a prowler tearing through the low-income streets in the Warehouse District doesn’t resonate with him. Neither does knowing that you are one of the witches in the line of fire. 

Yoongi dresses and arms himself with military proficiency. A black, long-sleeved shirt with a form-fitted leather vest over it to prevent most stabs and cuts, knives sheathed along the ribbing of the vest, breathable pants with a tactical belt and pockets full of hunting necessities, and his necklace with the Conclave helix. 

At the last second, he grabs a jacket and pulls the hood up to keep the beating rain from soaking him through. While he has some talent with magic to help him heal faster and make his blows stronger and faster, he’s not skilled in the way of weather or anything advanced enough to keep him dry and comfortable. 

Nervousness settles into him as he takes the subway to the Warehouse District. It’s not far, but the train is empty and filled with dirty puddles left behind from passengers. Lights flicker above as the subway rockets unevening on the tracks, making him dizzy. 

When he steps off the train and into the wet underground of the station entrance, he knows something is amiss. His fingers twitch as he jogs up the steps, boots splashing loudly as the rain comes down. Wind whips at him here and when he hears a crack of thunder too loud and rumbling to be human, his instincts kick in.

Yoongi takes off running. He knows where your warehouse-turned-loft is. He’d originally scouted it out to eliminate you. Now, it’s something he’s always kept an eye on, steering other hunters away from your home. It’s silly, he knows. You’d call him weak if you knew, probably. And yet he does it, diverting danger coming your way when he can.

Now, danger is already there. 

The storm rages harder as he heads your direction. Wind pushes at him, making Yoongi lock his muscles as he fights the freezing cold rain and the debris that blows down the street with the force of the storm. He hopes that it keeps people indoors and away from the prowler. 

But Yoongi sees the purple lighting lance out of the sky, an explosion of radiant beauty for a moment before it strikes nearby, blowing transforms into white sparks and he realizes what is so uncanny about this storm. 

It’s you. You’re the storm. 

A roar of rage shakes the air as he comes around the corner to your street. The warehouse you live in is at the end of the road right up against the bay. The wind is mixed with salt spray, stinging his eyes as he runs towards the shadowy outline of your building, nearly impossible to see in the rain and night.

Yoongi manages to roll one of the heavy doors open to your loft, muscles screaming with effort. Stepping inside, chaos greets him. The ceiling is blown out above your home, rain pouring in from the sky. It tastes like lightning and blood. No doubt your storm is what ripped the ceiling apart, but when he sees the prowler, he doesn’t blame you. 

A massive creature stands ten feet tall, rippling with leathered hide and spikes on its back. Long, gangly limbs drag on the floor with black, sharpened talons on the end of each of its three fingers. The prowler walks awkwardly and Yoongi notes the scorch mark in its left shoulder, making it lean as it drags itself toward its intended target. 

Which is you, laying on the ground bloody and rain soaked. Yoongi doesn’t even think. He has no idea if you’re conscious or not, but he’s moving across the room, putting power into his step as he pulls out two of his daggers and jumps high up into the air. 

Yoongi’s intent is to land on the back of the prowler and sink each blade in as he falls. He doesn’t anticipate the demon to turn away from bloodied prey, but it does, swinging its arm wildly to bat him away. He’s lucky that the forearm catches him in the stomach and sends him flying and not the flaws.

Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, Yoongi is surprised when he doesn’t slam into a wall. He opens his eyes to see himself floating toward the floor, suspended briefly before the phantom energy drops him gently. He lands with shock, looking up to where you’re sitting up, one hand extended toward him.

At least you weren’t out cold or dead. Yoongi is really happy that you’re not dead, but it’s cut short as the prowler charges him. 

This time, Yoongi’s ready. He runs at the beast, waiting until he’s right outside of the window of its swiping claws before he dives to his knees, sliding under the creature and between its legs. He twists his hands, cutting the inside of the creature’s thighs as he goes.

It shrieks, shaking the building and scattering Yoongi’s thoughts. He feels fizzy and confused for a moment, the mind breaking scream of the prowler enough to make him vulnerable. He feels a hand on his face and he looks up, momentarily stricken with the thought that he sees an angel. 

“Thank you,” you breathe, and he recognizes your voice. Usually it cracks like a whip, but this is soft. Strange. It terrifies him. “I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. Just know that I liked our game, Hunter.”

“What are you doing, Witch?”

Your smile is like the sun. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. Your face is covered in blood and rain, turning your neck scarlet as it runs. There’s a gash above your brow and he sees a blackened wound in your stomach. 

It is amazing, how a creature like you, bred to be an evil, wicked thing can look radiant. Holy. Wonderful. Your hand is cradling his face and it feels warm, despite the rain and blood on your hands. Your thumb is soft as it sweeps across his cheek, a touch more reverent than he’s ever known. 

“Witch,” Yoongi starts, unsure what you’re doing. 

“I’ll miss that. Take this.” 

Before Yoongi can react, your hand falls from his face. You move past him with absolute confidence, lifting your chin. You have a limp as you do, and Yoongi reaches after you but you’re already out of his grip.

Something stirs in the air. He’s only felt power rippling like that once before when he was a child, and the entire Conclave worked together to slaughter an Eldritch Witch that had attacked them and taken out more than half of their hunters.

Now, Yoongi feels that dark presence again, energy buzzing against his ears as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. The prowler senses the power disturbance too, backing away from you as dark particles begin to gather around your hands.

Above you, the rain hovers, disrupted by the frequency of your magic. The buzz in Yoongi’s ears gets louder as he climbs to his feet, clapping his hands firmly over his ears, wincing as it gets higher and louder. He thinks it might burst his ear drums or crack his skull open. 

Disks of dark particles circle you as you approach the demon, which is now roaring once more, trying to disrupt your thoughts. It doesn’t work, the air vibrating with dark matter. You’re at the center of the swirling darkness, the rings rotating around you like an access.

The sound stops suddenly, and for a moment, Yoongi thinks he’s deaf. Black matter pulses from you, exploding outward. Yoongi hits the floor, realizing if he gets hit with your magic, he’ll die. Never before has he witnessed the Eldritch Blast of a witch, but he knows that it's only used as a final stand.

I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. 

The finality of your words shreds him open as the shockwave of your magic barrels at him. He thinks he’s going to die as it expands toward him, but instead, it arches over him, battling down against a magical barrier. 

Take this. Yoongi realizes you’ve warded him from your destruction, keeping him safe as your blast levels the world around you. He feels the magic beating down on your ward like raging fits, vibrating and shrieking under the pressure of the magic. 

It even keeps him from being injured by the collapsing debris. 

Yoongi looks at you as the world falls to pieces. You go down to one knee, then the other, swaying as the darkness cascades around you in a final flutter of power. Then you fall over, heavy and unmoving as the rest of the building comes down. 

All he can do is scream.

-

Most nights, you dream of Yoongi. You don’t know when it started - perhaps that first night after you met him? You can’t be sure. All you know is that at some point, the hunter poisoned you from the inside out, a disease taking root and rotting you all the way through to your core. 

You always knew that dreaming of him would get you killed one day. But Yoongi was different. Wiser than the rest of his wretched Conclave. Smart enough to question his way of life and his faction’s merciless killings. You think he’ll start asking the right questions soon, that maybe he’ll start seeing the signs that who he has sworn loyalty to isn’t who they say they are.

But Yoongi never asks questions. 

It’s easy to tell he wants to. There’s always that little pause at the end of your meetings. You used to think it was perhaps he was trying to decide whether or not to kill you. Perhaps it was that at first, but now it’s something a little different. A little more. Like he is on the edge of finally asking you what exactly is going on in the city that he protects from monsters.

Yoongi is simple, though. He likes his little life tucked away in the Art District and he likes the wash, rinse, repeat of killing demons and corrupted witches nightly. You think he likes your little run-ins.

Now, you’ve finally paid the price of letting him live these last two years. Had someone told you before you’d met Yoongi that you’d sacrifice yourself for him and the rest of a small neighborhood, you’d have laughed in their face. You weren’t a hero, though some might think slaying your own kind and their creatures was worth praise. 

Penance and praise are not the same, though. 

Dying seems like a good way of paying off your list of wrongs. Especially to save Yoongi. If only to save Yoongi, if you were being honest. 

Witches have a lot of lore about death and where one goes in the afterlife. You’re not sure where you are, if you exist, or if you’re even really a thought. It feels like nothingness and everything all at once, a void of floating consciousness. There’s no pain, but you remember the warehouse. Remember the prowler ripping down the door and coming for you specifically. 

And him. You remember Yoongi coming in, looking like a fucking angel of old as he leapt through the skies. Together you might have taken on the beast. But prowlers are notoriously difficult to destroy, and you were in no shape to protect Yoongi, much less fight by his side as a reliable partner. 

That left you with one option, and though you knew it would end you, you’d done it anyway.

Yoongi’s face swims in your mind. Soft and round, eyes like the bottom of the ocean, a single pink scar carved through his right eye. Mouth soft and petal pink, hair silky and dark, reaching to his shoulders. He’s small for a hunter but he’s strong and broad, his mind his best weapon. 

Witch, Yoongi had said. The last words you’d hear from him, spoken with a softness that you’ve never heard from him before. Rain-soaked and wide eyed Yoongi, looking at you like you held the flame of life, like you were something more than a creature on the other side of the trench. 

The best thing you could do for him was die.

So you summoned your magic from deep within you, that ancient, sleeping thing. You try not to think about what Yoongi’s last memory of you will be, an eldritch horror that will remind him of the creature that slaughtered his family as a child. 

Yoongi will never get to ask his questions. You’ll never get to tell him why you haunt the streets killing your own kind. Yoongi will never know the softness of your kiss. You’ll never know the gentle press of his hands. 

Something brushes across your forehead. You feel now and you frown. Or can you frown, in whatever plane of death this is? You’re not sure, but you feel… the weight of your own body. The beating of your own heart. The rush of air through your lungs as you breathe.

Awareness prickles at the back of your neck like a needle. Slowly, you begin to feel solid. Your fingers twist in soft sheets, and when you turn your head, you feel the plushness of a pillow. Smell petrichor and cedar. 

It smells like… Yoongi. 

“Hmmm?” you feel the vibration in your throat at your unspoken question, nothing but a rumble of noise and confusion. Something cradles your face. “Hunnn..?”

A deep, throaty laugh. “Mmm, I take care of you for a week straight and we’ve moved on to endearments?” 

Your eyes flutter open, lids heavy. The world swims into view, a little blurry as your eyes try to focus in the dimly lit room, taking in the bed you’re in and the face hovering above yours. 

“Yoongi,” you breathe, your heart expanding with unfettered joy. 

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name.”

“What?”

“Say it more often.” He leans forward and you watch as his dark eyes drink you in. “And never do that to me again.”

Before you can ask him what that is, Yoongi’s mouth is pressing against yours. You melt immediately, going boneless in a bed you’re unfamiliar with, lost in the citrusy taste of his mouth and the gentle press of his lips. His kiss is soft soft soft, blurring reality as he pulls at your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away.

Eyes fluttering open, you stare at him in wonder. He hovers above your face, haloed by inky-black hair. “Yoongi.”

He smiles. “It sounds much better than hunter. Hun can stay, though.”

“You’re not calling the shots.”

“You’re in no condition to fight me.”

“I killed a prowler, I think you’re no problem.”

His eyes glow. “I think perhaps you’re right. But for now, you’re at my mercy.”

“Kiss me again.” You lift your hands and bring them toward his face, brushing a finger over the bottom of his scar. “And don’t stop this time. I’ll ask my questions later.”

“Of course, witch.” 

Yoongi’s kiss is hungrier now. Desperate. Full of all the questions he never asked and you meet him with equal fire. You don’t care that you’ve beat the odds and lived. You don’t care about anything else but the weight of Yoongi straddling your waist and the feel of his velvet soft skin beneath your hands. 

Every inch of him is warm, filled with the heat of the hunter’s fire that burns through every member of the Conclave. This hunter burns brighter than the rest, though. Warmth blooms where your fingers press over his stomach and chest, ridding him of his shirt. Fire burns where you grab his arms, arching into him as his teeth skim your throat. 

You’ve never felt this in sync with someone, bodies twining together like you were made for one another. Yoongi’s hand is scorching as his touch ghosts down your body, his touch light and teasing as he lowers his mouth to your hardened nipple, catching it and giving a gentle suck.

Honey-dipped moans slip from your mouth. Yoongi’s mouth is wet-hot against your skin, tongue laving hungrily as his hand seeks the heat between your legs. Your thighs open for him easily, giving Yoongi access to the dripping mess of your folds. He curses when his fingers slide between your slit, gathering slick to circle his digits around your clit.

“Fuck,” you hiss, hips twitching. “Don’t bother. I can take you now. Want you now.”

“I told you that you were at my mercy.” You summon your magic, rattling his shelves. Yoongi leans over to your neglected nipple and plucks it with his teeth, making you squeal and shiver, pleasure rattling you. “Fine,” he agrees. “Greedy witch. Should have known.”

“Not greedy,” you shoot back as Yoongi sits up and sheds his pants. Your hands follow him, tracing the faint scars on his stomach, pressing against the muscle of his tapered hips. “I’ve waited for months for you to do something. To say something.”

“I’m not good at that.” 

You hum. “It takes me dying for you to take initiative?” 

“A lesson hard-learned and never to be repeated.”

Yoongi’s cock is hard, bobbing heavily as he shuffles you under him and presses your thighs open for him. The brown tip is sticky with precum, his shaft long and thick enough to make your cunt ache for him more.

“Nice cock,” you tease as he pumps himself, hand gliding and spreading his precum down his shaft.

He grunts. “Can’t wait to feel this fucking pussy,” he mutters, leaning forward and pressing the tip to your entrance. You make a breathy sound, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure-pained stretch. “Think you can take it, witch?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi sinks in and you second-guess your statement for a second, but the stretch of his cock pressing you open feels good. Deliriously so, your back arching as he bottoms out. You feel him in your gut, deeper than anything ever before and you whine as he draws his hips back before snapping them forward, punching the breath from your lungs.

He sets a deep, hard pace. You grip his biceps, feeling the muscle flex in his arms. Every part of you is on fire, lit up from the closeness of your bodies as Yoongi leans down and melds your mouths together, continuing to fuck you so deep you know you’ll never forget what it feels like.

Every brush of his cock against your g-spot drives you mad. Every whisper of your name - your name, not witch - makes you shudder. His tongue is hungrily as it brushes against yours, his moans deep and throaty as your pussy grips him tight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, sliding a hand down your body to grab your thigh and hoist your leg higher. It changes the angle, making his stroke somehow deeper. Your eyes roll back and your head digs into the mattress as you fist at the sheets. “You can fucking take it.”

“Keep going.”

“As if i could fucking stop.” 

You never want him to stop. Fucking you, kisses you, teasing you, shadowing you as you take on the world. You want every part of your life colored with Yoongi. You want him to be a part of your mornings, your fights, your weaknesses, your strengths. You want to rile him up, needle him with little insults that get him going. Tease him to make him laugh and share that secret smile. 

Every moment has led to this. You don’t know how you never saw this outcome, here with him, crying out his name as your orgasm crests into an unstoppable force. When you come around him, it’s with his name in your mouth and so much need for him in your heart that you think you might explode with energy for a second time. 

After, when you’re wrapped in Yoongi and you feel his hunter’s skin blaze against you, sweat-slick skin pressed close, you think that finally, he’ll ask those questions. You’ll give him answers. 

“Don’t do that ever again, witch,” Yoongi warns. “I will follow you into death.” 

Okay hear me out, but maybe a little bit of enemies to lovers, little bit of smutty goodness between witch hunter!yoongi and witch!reader?? Idk why this popped in my head but I’m kind of desperate to see a little something now lol.

Also, I love you ❤️

❀ Pairing: Witch hunter!Yoongi x f. witch!reader

❀ Summary: For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

❀ Word Count: 4188 

❀ Genre: Urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, a hint of angst, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: On screen character death (not permanent though), depictions of blood and intense action sequences, scary demon thing, depiction of weapons, hints at violence between two groups of people, mild world building, a bit of angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content featuring light nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, emotional sex, a lot of spit, UNEDITED. 

❀ Published: August 3, 2023

❀ A/N: I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to control myself with some of these ideas because god dammit Sarah, I want to turn this into more than ~4k of a work. Like this idea inspired me so much, you have no idea how insane I wanted to go on this but I had to CONTROL MYSELF because I promised that this year I would keep it tame. I love you so much and I’m so sorry that this is like 90% plot and 10% smut but I kept inching toward 5k and I was like I HAVE GOT TO STOP MYSELF JESUS CHRIST and dkfgjdiogjfoigjg I am telling you right now, I want to come back and revisit this fic and makie it like a four chapter thing or something because GOD I LOVED THIS IDEA AND YOU KNEW JUST WHAT TO REQUEST. Also this is unedited!!!!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Most nights, Yoongi dreams of you. He knows better, and yet he can’t help himself. It’s like you’re living under his skin, a virus that has taken root in the marrow of his bones. He doesn’t know how he would dig you out if he tried.

If he tried. 

If anyone from the Conclave knew the dangerous game that Yoongi is playing, he would be ousted or killed. Killing would be the mercy, but he’s garnered enough hate within the elite members of the Conclave to know they’d rather him suffer cut off from his resources. His friends. His family. 

Still, Yoongi walks a dangerous line. He knows it’s wrong, letting a witch infect him like a sickness. He is sure that he’s under your spell. There’s no other explanation for the way he always lets you slip away. For the way he closes his eyes and imagines the flutter of your heart against his, the sound of your gasps, the warmth of your hands.

Stars explode behind Yoongi’s eyes as he presses the heels of his hands into them. He’s exhausted, limbs heavy and sore from a day of bloody work. The activity downtown has only worsened the last few months, making Yoongi hunt multiple times a day and return home banged up. 

The pain he can handle. Witches and their demons are nothing new to him. But he knows there’s something he’s missing, something lurking beneath the surface of the increased activity and the strong demonic presence in the city.

Yoongi knows he could ask you. He’s thought about it a few times over the last few weeks but he’s talked himself out of it each time. The curiosity has always lingered there, waiting for him to ask in those moments where you cross his path, coy and sharp as ever. In the minutes you linger, shooting him insults he thinks you don’t mean and playing little word games. 

He doesn’t ask, though. And you never offer, despite the fact that your sharp eyes and knowing smirk lead him to believe you know he wants to ask. 

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t. Not giving you what you want is part of the fun. He likes the way it makes you bristle, magic crackling at your fingertips. He loves the way it makes you narrow your eyes at him, lobbing empty threats that make him want to purr. 

Whatever this effect you have on him is potent. He can’t shake you off, can’t outrun you. 

And worse, he doesn’t want to.

Rain begins to beat on the bedroom window outside. Though his limbs are heavy from slogging through the sewer system downtown after a witch and her ivax demon, he’s a little too keyed up to sleep. Yoongi senses something staticy in the air, an energy that he can’t name.

Opening up his phone, he flips through his text threads with members of the Conclave. It seems everyone is in it tonight, the demonic activity buzzing and the monsters worse than usual. He frowns when he sees Seokjin mention a prowler crawling through the warehouse district. Yoongi knows that’s where you live and an unexpected sense of unease slivers down his spine.

He locks his phone and tosses it on the bed. He doesn’t need to worry about you. You’re one of the most skilled witches in the city and you’ve killed scores of demons and others alike. He should remove your head for the number of hunters you’ve put in the ground, but you’ve killed triple that in witches. 

Which is why you’re alone. It’s not lost on Yoongi that you’re a witch without a coven and with unusual alliances living in a warehouse all alone with a prowler on the loose. If you know it’s there - you have to know it’s there, being you - he knows you’ll go after it. 

“Fuck,” he sighs at the ceiling. 

Grabbing his phone, Yoongi sends off a quick text. 

Yoongi: Anyone dispatching to take care of the prowler?

Councilman Haer: Negative. The Conclave will not be dispatching. The Warehouse District is not critical and it’ll go back down after it’s satiated. Prowlers aren’t controlled by witches, it might even take a few out for us.

Yoongi stomach flips as he squeezes his phone tight before getting up. He’s tired of the Conclave’s inaction. He knows he’ll get in trouble for going after something so dangerous without backup, but he can’t ask Seokjin and Hoseok to back him up on this one. Not unauthorized, and not for something so dangerous. 

Unsanctioned hunts is exactly how Yoongi has ended up at the bottom of the pool among Conclave members, but he doesn’t care. Politics can’t erase the fact that he’s the best fucking hunter in the city, and no councilman who won’t get their hands dirty can give him grief for doing what needs to be done.

This isn’t about the Conclave, though. Yoongi knows it. Seokjin would know it, if Yoongi told him what he was doing. But the thought of a prowler tearing through the low-income streets in the Warehouse District doesn’t resonate with him. Neither does knowing that you are one of the witches in the line of fire. 

Yoongi dresses and arms himself with military proficiency. A black, long-sleeved shirt with a form-fitted leather vest over it to prevent most stabs and cuts, knives sheathed along the ribbing of the vest, breathable pants with a tactical belt and pockets full of hunting necessities, and his necklace with the Conclave helix. 

At the last second, he grabs a jacket and pulls the hood up to keep the beating rain from soaking him through. While he has some talent with magic to help him heal faster and make his blows stronger and faster, he’s not skilled in the way of weather or anything advanced enough to keep him dry and comfortable. 

Nervousness settles into him as he takes the subway to the Warehouse District. It’s not far, but the train is empty and filled with dirty puddles left behind from passengers. Lights flicker above as the subway rockets unevening on the tracks, making him dizzy. 

When he steps off the train and into the wet underground of the station entrance, he knows something is amiss. His fingers twitch as he jogs up the steps, boots splashing loudly as the rain comes down. Wind whips at him here and when he hears a crack of thunder too loud and rumbling to be human, his instincts kick in.

Yoongi takes off running. He knows where your warehouse-turned-loft is. He’d originally scouted it out to eliminate you. Now, it’s something he’s always kept an eye on, steering other hunters away from your home. It’s silly, he knows. You’d call him weak if you knew, probably. And yet he does it, diverting danger coming your way when he can.

Now, danger is already there. 

The storm rages harder as he heads your direction. Wind pushes at him, making Yoongi lock his muscles as he fights the freezing cold rain and the debris that blows down the street with the force of the storm. He hopes that it keeps people indoors and away from the prowler. 

But Yoongi sees the purple lighting lance out of the sky, an explosion of radiant beauty for a moment before it strikes nearby, blowing transforms into white sparks and he realizes what is so uncanny about this storm. 

It’s you. You’re the storm. 

A roar of rage shakes the air as he comes around the corner to your street. The warehouse you live in is at the end of the road right up against the bay. The wind is mixed with salt spray, stinging his eyes as he runs towards the shadowy outline of your building, nearly impossible to see in the rain and night.

Yoongi manages to roll one of the heavy doors open to your loft, muscles screaming with effort. Stepping inside, chaos greets him. The ceiling is blown out above your home, rain pouring in from the sky. It tastes like lightning and blood. No doubt your storm is what ripped the ceiling apart, but when he sees the prowler, he doesn’t blame you. 

A massive creature stands ten feet tall, rippling with leathered hide and spikes on its back. Long, gangly limbs drag on the floor with black, sharpened talons on the end of each of its three fingers. The prowler walks awkwardly and Yoongi notes the scorch mark in its left shoulder, making it lean as it drags itself toward its intended target. 

Which is you, laying on the ground bloody and rain soaked. Yoongi doesn’t even think. He has no idea if you’re conscious or not, but he’s moving across the room, putting power into his step as he pulls out two of his daggers and jumps high up into the air. 

Yoongi’s intent is to land on the back of the prowler and sink each blade in as he falls. He doesn’t anticipate the demon to turn away from bloodied prey, but it does, swinging its arm wildly to bat him away. He’s lucky that the forearm catches him in the stomach and sends him flying and not the flaws.

Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, Yoongi is surprised when he doesn’t slam into a wall. He opens his eyes to see himself floating toward the floor, suspended briefly before the phantom energy drops him gently. He lands with shock, looking up to where you’re sitting up, one hand extended toward him.

At least you weren’t out cold or dead. Yoongi is really happy that you’re not dead, but it’s cut short as the prowler charges him. 

This time, Yoongi’s ready. He runs at the beast, waiting until he’s right outside of the window of its swiping claws before he dives to his knees, sliding under the creature and between its legs. He twists his hands, cutting the inside of the creature’s thighs as he goes.

It shrieks, shaking the building and scattering Yoongi’s thoughts. He feels fizzy and confused for a moment, the mind breaking scream of the prowler enough to make him vulnerable. He feels a hand on his face and he looks up, momentarily stricken with the thought that he sees an angel. 

“Thank you,” you breathe, and he recognizes your voice. Usually it cracks like a whip, but this is soft. Strange. It terrifies him. “I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. Just know that I liked our game, Hunter.”

“What are you doing, Witch?”

Your smile is like the sun. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. Your face is covered in blood and rain, turning your neck scarlet as it runs. There’s a gash above your brow and he sees a blackened wound in your stomach. 

It is amazing, how a creature like you, bred to be an evil, wicked thing can look radiant. Holy. Wonderful. Your hand is cradling his face and it feels warm, despite the rain and blood on your hands. Your thumb is soft as it sweeps across his cheek, a touch more reverent than he’s ever known. 

“Witch,” Yoongi starts, unsure what you’re doing. 

“I’ll miss that. Take this.” 

Before Yoongi can react, your hand falls from his face. You move past him with absolute confidence, lifting your chin. You have a limp as you do, and Yoongi reaches after you but you’re already out of his grip.

Something stirs in the air. He’s only felt power rippling like that once before when he was a child, and the entire Conclave worked together to slaughter an Eldritch Witch that had attacked them and taken out more than half of their hunters.

Now, Yoongi feels that dark presence again, energy buzzing against his ears as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. The prowler senses the power disturbance too, backing away from you as dark particles begin to gather around your hands.

Above you, the rain hovers, disrupted by the frequency of your magic. The buzz in Yoongi’s ears gets louder as he climbs to his feet, clapping his hands firmly over his ears, wincing as it gets higher and louder. He thinks it might burst his ear drums or crack his skull open. 

Disks of dark particles circle you as you approach the demon, which is now roaring once more, trying to disrupt your thoughts. It doesn’t work, the air vibrating with dark matter. You’re at the center of the swirling darkness, the rings rotating around you like an access.

The sound stops suddenly, and for a moment, Yoongi thinks he’s deaf. Black matter pulses from you, exploding outward. Yoongi hits the floor, realizing if he gets hit with your magic, he’ll die. Never before has he witnessed the Eldritch Blast of a witch, but he knows that it's only used as a final stand.

I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. 

The finality of your words shreds him open as the shockwave of your magic barrels at him. He thinks he’s going to die as it expands toward him, but instead, it arches over him, battling down against a magical barrier. 

Take this. Yoongi realizes you’ve warded him from your destruction, keeping him safe as your blast levels the world around you. He feels the magic beating down on your ward like raging fits, vibrating and shrieking under the pressure of the magic. 

It even keeps him from being injured by the collapsing debris. 

Yoongi looks at you as the world falls to pieces. You go down to one knee, then the other, swaying as the darkness cascades around you in a final flutter of power. Then you fall over, heavy and unmoving as the rest of the building comes down. 

All he can do is scream.

-

Most nights, you dream of Yoongi. You don’t know when it started - perhaps that first night after you met him? You can’t be sure. All you know is that at some point, the hunter poisoned you from the inside out, a disease taking root and rotting you all the way through to your core. 

You always knew that dreaming of him would get you killed one day. But Yoongi was different. Wiser than the rest of his wretched Conclave. Smart enough to question his way of life and his faction’s merciless killings. You think he’ll start asking the right questions soon, that maybe he’ll start seeing the signs that who he has sworn loyalty to isn’t who they say they are.

But Yoongi never asks questions. 

It’s easy to tell he wants to. There’s always that little pause at the end of your meetings. You used to think it was perhaps he was trying to decide whether or not to kill you. Perhaps it was that at first, but now it’s something a little different. A little more. Like he is on the edge of finally asking you what exactly is going on in the city that he protects from monsters.

Yoongi is simple, though. He likes his little life tucked away in the Art District and he likes the wash, rinse, repeat of killing demons and corrupted witches nightly. You think he likes your little run-ins.

Now, you’ve finally paid the price of letting him live these last two years. Had someone told you before you’d met Yoongi that you’d sacrifice yourself for him and the rest of a small neighborhood, you’d have laughed in their face. You weren’t a hero, though some might think slaying your own kind and their creatures was worth praise. 

Penance and praise are not the same, though. 

Dying seems like a good way of paying off your list of wrongs. Especially to save Yoongi. If only to save Yoongi, if you were being honest. 

Witches have a lot of lore about death and where one goes in the afterlife. You’re not sure where you are, if you exist, or if you’re even really a thought. It feels like nothingness and everything all at once, a void of floating consciousness. There’s no pain, but you remember the warehouse. Remember the prowler ripping down the door and coming for you specifically. 

And him. You remember Yoongi coming in, looking like a fucking angel of old as he leapt through the skies. Together you might have taken on the beast. But prowlers are notoriously difficult to destroy, and you were in no shape to protect Yoongi, much less fight by his side as a reliable partner. 

That left you with one option, and though you knew it would end you, you’d done it anyway.

Yoongi’s face swims in your mind. Soft and round, eyes like the bottom of the ocean, a single pink scar carved through his right eye. Mouth soft and petal pink, hair silky and dark, reaching to his shoulders. He’s small for a hunter but he’s strong and broad, his mind his best weapon. 

Witch, Yoongi had said. The last words you’d hear from him, spoken with a softness that you’ve never heard from him before. Rain-soaked and wide eyed Yoongi, looking at you like you held the flame of life, like you were something more than a creature on the other side of the trench. 

The best thing you could do for him was die.

So you summoned your magic from deep within you, that ancient, sleeping thing. You try not to think about what Yoongi’s last memory of you will be, an eldritch horror that will remind him of the creature that slaughtered his family as a child. 

Yoongi will never get to ask his questions. You’ll never get to tell him why you haunt the streets killing your own kind. Yoongi will never know the softness of your kiss. You’ll never know the gentle press of his hands. 

Something brushes across your forehead. You feel now and you frown. Or can you frown, in whatever plane of death this is? You’re not sure, but you feel… the weight of your own body. The beating of your own heart. The rush of air through your lungs as you breathe.

Awareness prickles at the back of your neck like a needle. Slowly, you begin to feel solid. Your fingers twist in soft sheets, and when you turn your head, you feel the plushness of a pillow. Smell petrichor and cedar. 

It smells like… Yoongi. 

“Hmmm?” you feel the vibration in your throat at your unspoken question, nothing but a rumble of noise and confusion. Something cradles your face. “Hunnn..?”

A deep, throaty laugh. “Mmm, I take care of you for a week straight and we’ve moved on to endearments?” 

Your eyes flutter open, lids heavy. The world swims into view, a little blurry as your eyes try to focus in the dimly lit room, taking in the bed you’re in and the face hovering above yours. 

“Yoongi,” you breathe, your heart expanding with unfettered joy. 

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name.”

“What?”

“Say it more often.” He leans forward and you watch as his dark eyes drink you in. “And never do that to me again.”

Before you can ask him what that is, Yoongi’s mouth is pressing against yours. You melt immediately, going boneless in a bed you’re unfamiliar with, lost in the citrusy taste of his mouth and the gentle press of his lips. His kiss is soft soft soft, blurring reality as he pulls at your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away.

Eyes fluttering open, you stare at him in wonder. He hovers above your face, haloed by inky-black hair. “Yoongi.”

He smiles. “It sounds much better than hunter. Hun can stay, though.”

“You’re not calling the shots.”

“You’re in no condition to fight me.”

“I killed a prowler, I think you’re no problem.”

His eyes glow. “I think perhaps you’re right. But for now, you’re at my mercy.”

“Kiss me again.” You lift your hands and bring them toward his face, brushing a finger over the bottom of his scar. “And don’t stop this time. I’ll ask my questions later.”

“Of course, witch.” 

Yoongi’s kiss is hungrier now. Desperate. Full of all the questions he never asked and you meet him with equal fire. You don’t care that you’ve beat the odds and lived. You don’t care about anything else but the weight of Yoongi straddling your waist and the feel of his velvet soft skin beneath your hands. 

Every inch of him is warm, filled with the heat of the hunter’s fire that burns through every member of the Conclave. This hunter burns brighter than the rest, though. Warmth blooms where your fingers press over his stomach and chest, ridding him of his shirt. Fire burns where you grab his arms, arching into him as his teeth skim your throat. 

You’ve never felt this in sync with someone, bodies twining together like you were made for one another. Yoongi’s hand is scorching as his touch ghosts down your body, his touch light and teasing as he lowers his mouth to your hardened nipple, catching it and giving a gentle suck.

Honey-dipped moans slip from your mouth. Yoongi’s mouth is wet-hot against your skin, tongue laving hungrily as his hand seeks the heat between your legs. Your thighs open for him easily, giving Yoongi access to the dripping mess of your folds. He curses when his fingers slide between your slit, gathering slick to circle his digits around your clit.

“Fuck,” you hiss, hips twitching. “Don’t bother. I can take you now. Want you now.”

“I told you that you were at my mercy.” You summon your magic, rattling his shelves. Yoongi leans over to your neglected nipple and plucks it with his teeth, making you squeal and shiver, pleasure rattling you. “Fine,” he agrees. “Greedy witch. Should have known.”

“Not greedy,” you shoot back as Yoongi sits up and sheds his pants. Your hands follow him, tracing the faint scars on his stomach, pressing against the muscle of his tapered hips. “I’ve waited for months for you to do something. To say something.”

“I’m not good at that.” 

You hum. “It takes me dying for you to take initiative?” 

“A lesson hard-learned and never to be repeated.”

Yoongi’s cock is hard, bobbing heavily as he shuffles you under him and presses your thighs open for him. The brown tip is sticky with precum, his shaft long and thick enough to make your cunt ache for him more.

“Nice cock,” you tease as he pumps himself, hand gliding and spreading his precum down his shaft.

He grunts. “Can’t wait to feel this fucking pussy,” he mutters, leaning forward and pressing the tip to your entrance. You make a breathy sound, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure-pained stretch. “Think you can take it, witch?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi sinks in and you second-guess your statement for a second, but the stretch of his cock pressing you open feels good. Deliriously so, your back arching as he bottoms out. You feel him in your gut, deeper than anything ever before and you whine as he draws his hips back before snapping them forward, punching the breath from your lungs.

He sets a deep, hard pace. You grip his biceps, feeling the muscle flex in his arms. Every part of you is on fire, lit up from the closeness of your bodies as Yoongi leans down and melds your mouths together, continuing to fuck you so deep you know you’ll never forget what it feels like.

Every brush of his cock against your g-spot drives you mad. Every whisper of your name - your name, not witch - makes you shudder. His tongue is hungrily as it brushes against yours, his moans deep and throaty as your pussy grips him tight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, sliding a hand down your body to grab your thigh and hoist your leg higher. It changes the angle, making his stroke somehow deeper. Your eyes roll back and your head digs into the mattress as you fist at the sheets. “You can fucking take it.”

“Keep going.”

“As if i could fucking stop.” 

You never want him to stop. Fucking you, kisses you, teasing you, shadowing you as you take on the world. You want every part of your life colored with Yoongi. You want him to be a part of your mornings, your fights, your weaknesses, your strengths. You want to rile him up, needle him with little insults that get him going. Tease him to make him laugh and share that secret smile. 

Every moment has led to this. You don’t know how you never saw this outcome, here with him, crying out his name as your orgasm crests into an unstoppable force. When you come around him, it’s with his name in your mouth and so much need for him in your heart that you think you might explode with energy for a second time. 

After, when you’re wrapped in Yoongi and you feel his hunter’s skin blaze against you, sweat-slick skin pressed close, you think that finally, he’ll ask those questions. You’ll give him answers. 

“Don’t do that ever again, witch,” Yoongi warns. “I will follow you into death.” 

Okay hear me out, but maybe a little bit of enemies to lovers, little bit of smutty goodness between witch hunter!yoongi and witch!reader?? Idk why this popped in my head but I’m kind of desperate to see a little something now lol.

Also, I love you ❤️

❀ Pairing: Witch hunter!Yoongi x f. witch!reader

❀ Summary: For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

❀ Word Count: 4188 

❀ Genre: Urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, a hint of angst, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: On screen character death (not permanent though), depictions of blood and intense action sequences, scary demon thing, depiction of weapons, hints at violence between two groups of people, mild world building, a bit of angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content featuring light nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, emotional sex, a lot of spit, UNEDITED. 

❀ Published: August 3, 2023

❀ A/N: I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to control myself with some of these ideas because god dammit Sarah, I want to turn this into more than ~4k of a work. Like this idea inspired me so much, you have no idea how insane I wanted to go on this but I had to CONTROL MYSELF because I promised that this year I would keep it tame. I love you so much and I’m so sorry that this is like 90% plot and 10% smut but I kept inching toward 5k and I was like I HAVE GOT TO STOP MYSELF JESUS CHRIST and dkfgjdiogjfoigjg I am telling you right now, I want to come back and revisit this fic and makie it like a four chapter thing or something because GOD I LOVED THIS IDEA AND YOU KNEW JUST WHAT TO REQUEST. Also this is unedited!!!!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Most nights, Yoongi dreams of you. He knows better, and yet he can’t help himself. It’s like you’re living under his skin, a virus that has taken root in the marrow of his bones. He doesn’t know how he would dig you out if he tried.

If he tried. 

If anyone from the Conclave knew the dangerous game that Yoongi is playing, he would be ousted or killed. Killing would be the mercy, but he’s garnered enough hate within the elite members of the Conclave to know they’d rather him suffer cut off from his resources. His friends. His family. 

Still, Yoongi walks a dangerous line. He knows it’s wrong, letting a witch infect him like a sickness. He is sure that he’s under your spell. There’s no other explanation for the way he always lets you slip away. For the way he closes his eyes and imagines the flutter of your heart against his, the sound of your gasps, the warmth of your hands.

Stars explode behind Yoongi’s eyes as he presses the heels of his hands into them. He’s exhausted, limbs heavy and sore from a day of bloody work. The activity downtown has only worsened the last few months, making Yoongi hunt multiple times a day and return home banged up. 

The pain he can handle. Witches and their demons are nothing new to him. But he knows there’s something he’s missing, something lurking beneath the surface of the increased activity and the strong demonic presence in the city.

Yoongi knows he could ask you. He’s thought about it a few times over the last few weeks but he’s talked himself out of it each time. The curiosity has always lingered there, waiting for him to ask in those moments where you cross his path, coy and sharp as ever. In the minutes you linger, shooting him insults he thinks you don’t mean and playing little word games. 

He doesn’t ask, though. And you never offer, despite the fact that your sharp eyes and knowing smirk lead him to believe you know he wants to ask. 

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t. Not giving you what you want is part of the fun. He likes the way it makes you bristle, magic crackling at your fingertips. He loves the way it makes you narrow your eyes at him, lobbing empty threats that make him want to purr. 

Whatever this effect you have on him is potent. He can’t shake you off, can’t outrun you. 

And worse, he doesn’t want to.

Rain begins to beat on the bedroom window outside. Though his limbs are heavy from slogging through the sewer system downtown after a witch and her ivax demon, he’s a little too keyed up to sleep. Yoongi senses something staticy in the air, an energy that he can’t name.

Opening up his phone, he flips through his text threads with members of the Conclave. It seems everyone is in it tonight, the demonic activity buzzing and the monsters worse than usual. He frowns when he sees Seokjin mention a prowler crawling through the warehouse district. Yoongi knows that’s where you live and an unexpected sense of unease slivers down his spine.

He locks his phone and tosses it on the bed. He doesn’t need to worry about you. You’re one of the most skilled witches in the city and you’ve killed scores of demons and others alike. He should remove your head for the number of hunters you’ve put in the ground, but you’ve killed triple that in witches. 

Which is why you’re alone. It’s not lost on Yoongi that you’re a witch without a coven and with unusual alliances living in a warehouse all alone with a prowler on the loose. If you know it’s there - you have to know it’s there, being you - he knows you’ll go after it. 

“Fuck,” he sighs at the ceiling. 

Grabbing his phone, Yoongi sends off a quick text. 

Yoongi: Anyone dispatching to take care of the prowler?

Councilman Haer: Negative. The Conclave will not be dispatching. The Warehouse District is not critical and it’ll go back down after it’s satiated. Prowlers aren’t controlled by witches, it might even take a few out for us.

Yoongi stomach flips as he squeezes his phone tight before getting up. He’s tired of the Conclave’s inaction. He knows he’ll get in trouble for going after something so dangerous without backup, but he can’t ask Seokjin and Hoseok to back him up on this one. Not unauthorized, and not for something so dangerous. 

Unsanctioned hunts is exactly how Yoongi has ended up at the bottom of the pool among Conclave members, but he doesn’t care. Politics can’t erase the fact that he’s the best fucking hunter in the city, and no councilman who won’t get their hands dirty can give him grief for doing what needs to be done.

This isn’t about the Conclave, though. Yoongi knows it. Seokjin would know it, if Yoongi told him what he was doing. But the thought of a prowler tearing through the low-income streets in the Warehouse District doesn’t resonate with him. Neither does knowing that you are one of the witches in the line of fire. 

Yoongi dresses and arms himself with military proficiency. A black, long-sleeved shirt with a form-fitted leather vest over it to prevent most stabs and cuts, knives sheathed along the ribbing of the vest, breathable pants with a tactical belt and pockets full of hunting necessities, and his necklace with the Conclave helix. 

At the last second, he grabs a jacket and pulls the hood up to keep the beating rain from soaking him through. While he has some talent with magic to help him heal faster and make his blows stronger and faster, he’s not skilled in the way of weather or anything advanced enough to keep him dry and comfortable. 

Nervousness settles into him as he takes the subway to the Warehouse District. It’s not far, but the train is empty and filled with dirty puddles left behind from passengers. Lights flicker above as the subway rockets unevening on the tracks, making him dizzy. 

When he steps off the train and into the wet underground of the station entrance, he knows something is amiss. His fingers twitch as he jogs up the steps, boots splashing loudly as the rain comes down. Wind whips at him here and when he hears a crack of thunder too loud and rumbling to be human, his instincts kick in.

Yoongi takes off running. He knows where your warehouse-turned-loft is. He’d originally scouted it out to eliminate you. Now, it’s something he’s always kept an eye on, steering other hunters away from your home. It’s silly, he knows. You’d call him weak if you knew, probably. And yet he does it, diverting danger coming your way when he can.

Now, danger is already there. 

The storm rages harder as he heads your direction. Wind pushes at him, making Yoongi lock his muscles as he fights the freezing cold rain and the debris that blows down the street with the force of the storm. He hopes that it keeps people indoors and away from the prowler. 

But Yoongi sees the purple lighting lance out of the sky, an explosion of radiant beauty for a moment before it strikes nearby, blowing transforms into white sparks and he realizes what is so uncanny about this storm. 

It’s you. You’re the storm. 

A roar of rage shakes the air as he comes around the corner to your street. The warehouse you live in is at the end of the road right up against the bay. The wind is mixed with salt spray, stinging his eyes as he runs towards the shadowy outline of your building, nearly impossible to see in the rain and night.

Yoongi manages to roll one of the heavy doors open to your loft, muscles screaming with effort. Stepping inside, chaos greets him. The ceiling is blown out above your home, rain pouring in from the sky. It tastes like lightning and blood. No doubt your storm is what ripped the ceiling apart, but when he sees the prowler, he doesn’t blame you. 

A massive creature stands ten feet tall, rippling with leathered hide and spikes on its back. Long, gangly limbs drag on the floor with black, sharpened talons on the end of each of its three fingers. The prowler walks awkwardly and Yoongi notes the scorch mark in its left shoulder, making it lean as it drags itself toward its intended target. 

Which is you, laying on the ground bloody and rain soaked. Yoongi doesn’t even think. He has no idea if you’re conscious or not, but he’s moving across the room, putting power into his step as he pulls out two of his daggers and jumps high up into the air. 

Yoongi’s intent is to land on the back of the prowler and sink each blade in as he falls. He doesn’t anticipate the demon to turn away from bloodied prey, but it does, swinging its arm wildly to bat him away. He’s lucky that the forearm catches him in the stomach and sends him flying and not the flaws.

Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, Yoongi is surprised when he doesn’t slam into a wall. He opens his eyes to see himself floating toward the floor, suspended briefly before the phantom energy drops him gently. He lands with shock, looking up to where you’re sitting up, one hand extended toward him.

At least you weren’t out cold or dead. Yoongi is really happy that you’re not dead, but it’s cut short as the prowler charges him. 

This time, Yoongi’s ready. He runs at the beast, waiting until he’s right outside of the window of its swiping claws before he dives to his knees, sliding under the creature and between its legs. He twists his hands, cutting the inside of the creature’s thighs as he goes.

It shrieks, shaking the building and scattering Yoongi’s thoughts. He feels fizzy and confused for a moment, the mind breaking scream of the prowler enough to make him vulnerable. He feels a hand on his face and he looks up, momentarily stricken with the thought that he sees an angel. 

“Thank you,” you breathe, and he recognizes your voice. Usually it cracks like a whip, but this is soft. Strange. It terrifies him. “I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. Just know that I liked our game, Hunter.”

“What are you doing, Witch?”

Your smile is like the sun. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. Your face is covered in blood and rain, turning your neck scarlet as it runs. There’s a gash above your brow and he sees a blackened wound in your stomach. 

It is amazing, how a creature like you, bred to be an evil, wicked thing can look radiant. Holy. Wonderful. Your hand is cradling his face and it feels warm, despite the rain and blood on your hands. Your thumb is soft as it sweeps across his cheek, a touch more reverent than he’s ever known. 

“Witch,” Yoongi starts, unsure what you’re doing. 

“I’ll miss that. Take this.” 

Before Yoongi can react, your hand falls from his face. You move past him with absolute confidence, lifting your chin. You have a limp as you do, and Yoongi reaches after you but you’re already out of his grip.

Something stirs in the air. He’s only felt power rippling like that once before when he was a child, and the entire Conclave worked together to slaughter an Eldritch Witch that had attacked them and taken out more than half of their hunters.

Now, Yoongi feels that dark presence again, energy buzzing against his ears as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. The prowler senses the power disturbance too, backing away from you as dark particles begin to gather around your hands.

Above you, the rain hovers, disrupted by the frequency of your magic. The buzz in Yoongi’s ears gets louder as he climbs to his feet, clapping his hands firmly over his ears, wincing as it gets higher and louder. He thinks it might burst his ear drums or crack his skull open. 

Disks of dark particles circle you as you approach the demon, which is now roaring once more, trying to disrupt your thoughts. It doesn’t work, the air vibrating with dark matter. You’re at the center of the swirling darkness, the rings rotating around you like an access.

The sound stops suddenly, and for a moment, Yoongi thinks he’s deaf. Black matter pulses from you, exploding outward. Yoongi hits the floor, realizing if he gets hit with your magic, he’ll die. Never before has he witnessed the Eldritch Blast of a witch, but he knows that it's only used as a final stand.

I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. 

The finality of your words shreds him open as the shockwave of your magic barrels at him. He thinks he’s going to die as it expands toward him, but instead, it arches over him, battling down against a magical barrier. 

Take this. Yoongi realizes you’ve warded him from your destruction, keeping him safe as your blast levels the world around you. He feels the magic beating down on your ward like raging fits, vibrating and shrieking under the pressure of the magic. 

It even keeps him from being injured by the collapsing debris. 

Yoongi looks at you as the world falls to pieces. You go down to one knee, then the other, swaying as the darkness cascades around you in a final flutter of power. Then you fall over, heavy and unmoving as the rest of the building comes down. 

All he can do is scream.

-

Most nights, you dream of Yoongi. You don’t know when it started - perhaps that first night after you met him? You can’t be sure. All you know is that at some point, the hunter poisoned you from the inside out, a disease taking root and rotting you all the way through to your core. 

You always knew that dreaming of him would get you killed one day. But Yoongi was different. Wiser than the rest of his wretched Conclave. Smart enough to question his way of life and his faction’s merciless killings. You think he’ll start asking the right questions soon, that maybe he’ll start seeing the signs that who he has sworn loyalty to isn’t who they say they are.

But Yoongi never asks questions. 

It’s easy to tell he wants to. There’s always that little pause at the end of your meetings. You used to think it was perhaps he was trying to decide whether or not to kill you. Perhaps it was that at first, but now it’s something a little different. A little more. Like he is on the edge of finally asking you what exactly is going on in the city that he protects from monsters.

Yoongi is simple, though. He likes his little life tucked away in the Art District and he likes the wash, rinse, repeat of killing demons and corrupted witches nightly. You think he likes your little run-ins.

Now, you’ve finally paid the price of letting him live these last two years. Had someone told you before you’d met Yoongi that you’d sacrifice yourself for him and the rest of a small neighborhood, you’d have laughed in their face. You weren’t a hero, though some might think slaying your own kind and their creatures was worth praise. 

Penance and praise are not the same, though. 

Dying seems like a good way of paying off your list of wrongs. Especially to save Yoongi. If only to save Yoongi, if you were being honest. 

Witches have a lot of lore about death and where one goes in the afterlife. You’re not sure where you are, if you exist, or if you’re even really a thought. It feels like nothingness and everything all at once, a void of floating consciousness. There’s no pain, but you remember the warehouse. Remember the prowler ripping down the door and coming for you specifically. 

And him. You remember Yoongi coming in, looking like a fucking angel of old as he leapt through the skies. Together you might have taken on the beast. But prowlers are notoriously difficult to destroy, and you were in no shape to protect Yoongi, much less fight by his side as a reliable partner. 

That left you with one option, and though you knew it would end you, you’d done it anyway.

Yoongi’s face swims in your mind. Soft and round, eyes like the bottom of the ocean, a single pink scar carved through his right eye. Mouth soft and petal pink, hair silky and dark, reaching to his shoulders. He’s small for a hunter but he’s strong and broad, his mind his best weapon. 

Witch, Yoongi had said. The last words you’d hear from him, spoken with a softness that you’ve never heard from him before. Rain-soaked and wide eyed Yoongi, looking at you like you held the flame of life, like you were something more than a creature on the other side of the trench. 

The best thing you could do for him was die.

So you summoned your magic from deep within you, that ancient, sleeping thing. You try not to think about what Yoongi’s last memory of you will be, an eldritch horror that will remind him of the creature that slaughtered his family as a child. 

Yoongi will never get to ask his questions. You’ll never get to tell him why you haunt the streets killing your own kind. Yoongi will never know the softness of your kiss. You’ll never know the gentle press of his hands. 

Something brushes across your forehead. You feel now and you frown. Or can you frown, in whatever plane of death this is? You’re not sure, but you feel… the weight of your own body. The beating of your own heart. The rush of air through your lungs as you breathe.

Awareness prickles at the back of your neck like a needle. Slowly, you begin to feel solid. Your fingers twist in soft sheets, and when you turn your head, you feel the plushness of a pillow. Smell petrichor and cedar. 

It smells like… Yoongi. 

“Hmmm?” you feel the vibration in your throat at your unspoken question, nothing but a rumble of noise and confusion. Something cradles your face. “Hunnn..?”

A deep, throaty laugh. “Mmm, I take care of you for a week straight and we’ve moved on to endearments?” 

Your eyes flutter open, lids heavy. The world swims into view, a little blurry as your eyes try to focus in the dimly lit room, taking in the bed you’re in and the face hovering above yours. 

“Yoongi,” you breathe, your heart expanding with unfettered joy. 

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name.”

“What?”

“Say it more often.” He leans forward and you watch as his dark eyes drink you in. “And never do that to me again.”

Before you can ask him what that is, Yoongi’s mouth is pressing against yours. You melt immediately, going boneless in a bed you’re unfamiliar with, lost in the citrusy taste of his mouth and the gentle press of his lips. His kiss is soft soft soft, blurring reality as he pulls at your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away.

Eyes fluttering open, you stare at him in wonder. He hovers above your face, haloed by inky-black hair. “Yoongi.”

He smiles. “It sounds much better than hunter. Hun can stay, though.”

“You’re not calling the shots.”

“You’re in no condition to fight me.”

“I killed a prowler, I think you’re no problem.”

His eyes glow. “I think perhaps you’re right. But for now, you’re at my mercy.”

“Kiss me again.” You lift your hands and bring them toward his face, brushing a finger over the bottom of his scar. “And don’t stop this time. I’ll ask my questions later.”

“Of course, witch.” 

Yoongi’s kiss is hungrier now. Desperate. Full of all the questions he never asked and you meet him with equal fire. You don’t care that you’ve beat the odds and lived. You don’t care about anything else but the weight of Yoongi straddling your waist and the feel of his velvet soft skin beneath your hands. 

Every inch of him is warm, filled with the heat of the hunter’s fire that burns through every member of the Conclave. This hunter burns brighter than the rest, though. Warmth blooms where your fingers press over his stomach and chest, ridding him of his shirt. Fire burns where you grab his arms, arching into him as his teeth skim your throat. 

You’ve never felt this in sync with someone, bodies twining together like you were made for one another. Yoongi’s hand is scorching as his touch ghosts down your body, his touch light and teasing as he lowers his mouth to your hardened nipple, catching it and giving a gentle suck.

Honey-dipped moans slip from your mouth. Yoongi’s mouth is wet-hot against your skin, tongue laving hungrily as his hand seeks the heat between your legs. Your thighs open for him easily, giving Yoongi access to the dripping mess of your folds. He curses when his fingers slide between your slit, gathering slick to circle his digits around your clit.

“Fuck,” you hiss, hips twitching. “Don’t bother. I can take you now. Want you now.”

“I told you that you were at my mercy.” You summon your magic, rattling his shelves. Yoongi leans over to your neglected nipple and plucks it with his teeth, making you squeal and shiver, pleasure rattling you. “Fine,” he agrees. “Greedy witch. Should have known.”

“Not greedy,” you shoot back as Yoongi sits up and sheds his pants. Your hands follow him, tracing the faint scars on his stomach, pressing against the muscle of his tapered hips. “I’ve waited for months for you to do something. To say something.”

“I’m not good at that.” 

You hum. “It takes me dying for you to take initiative?” 

“A lesson hard-learned and never to be repeated.”

Yoongi’s cock is hard, bobbing heavily as he shuffles you under him and presses your thighs open for him. The brown tip is sticky with precum, his shaft long and thick enough to make your cunt ache for him more.

“Nice cock,” you tease as he pumps himself, hand gliding and spreading his precum down his shaft.

He grunts. “Can’t wait to feel this fucking pussy,” he mutters, leaning forward and pressing the tip to your entrance. You make a breathy sound, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure-pained stretch. “Think you can take it, witch?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi sinks in and you second-guess your statement for a second, but the stretch of his cock pressing you open feels good. Deliriously so, your back arching as he bottoms out. You feel him in your gut, deeper than anything ever before and you whine as he draws his hips back before snapping them forward, punching the breath from your lungs.

He sets a deep, hard pace. You grip his biceps, feeling the muscle flex in his arms. Every part of you is on fire, lit up from the closeness of your bodies as Yoongi leans down and melds your mouths together, continuing to fuck you so deep you know you’ll never forget what it feels like.

Every brush of his cock against your g-spot drives you mad. Every whisper of your name - your name, not witch - makes you shudder. His tongue is hungrily as it brushes against yours, his moans deep and throaty as your pussy grips him tight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, sliding a hand down your body to grab your thigh and hoist your leg higher. It changes the angle, making his stroke somehow deeper. Your eyes roll back and your head digs into the mattress as you fist at the sheets. “You can fucking take it.”

“Keep going.”

“As if i could fucking stop.” 

You never want him to stop. Fucking you, kisses you, teasing you, shadowing you as you take on the world. You want every part of your life colored with Yoongi. You want him to be a part of your mornings, your fights, your weaknesses, your strengths. You want to rile him up, needle him with little insults that get him going. Tease him to make him laugh and share that secret smile. 

Every moment has led to this. You don’t know how you never saw this outcome, here with him, crying out his name as your orgasm crests into an unstoppable force. When you come around him, it’s with his name in your mouth and so much need for him in your heart that you think you might explode with energy for a second time. 

After, when you’re wrapped in Yoongi and you feel his hunter’s skin blaze against you, sweat-slick skin pressed close, you think that finally, he’ll ask those questions. You’ll give him answers. 

“Don’t do that ever again, witch,” Yoongi warns. “I will follow you into death.”