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"Im not a big fan of ruins. I like my cities lively." -Dante in mission 11 in DMC 5.

oh.

The last time Dante was in a not-lively city was when the Temen-ni-gru was risen, which was also when he lost Vergil as his brother fell into the underworld after thinking he had been dead for 11 years.

oh.

me remembering how in 7th grade, my class was leaving for library period and i noticed a huge stain on my chair and WHITE skirt. i remember going hysteric and crying while my female classmates started consoling me and helping me, if that's not girlhood i don't know what is.

guys can anyone explain me the purpose of the @memories blog pls

❥Anon requested: Single dad Kazu because mom left, it was too much for her.

❥This is a repost from my old blog.

Kazutora woke up to the cries of his baby. He slowly opened his eyes and searched for his girlfriend, but the other side of the bed was empty. He remembered the argument they had had last night, both were under a lot of pressure and horrible things were said on both sides. He didn’t recall her going to bed, so he assumed she must’ve slept on the couch or in the baby’s room.

He closed his eyes again, thinking she could handle the situation this time, but after two minutes of incessant cries, he finally got up and cradled the baby against his chest, gently rocking her and humming a song.

The baby almost immediately stopped crying, her dad smiling down at her, wondering how someone like him could have helped create something so precious and delicate.

“Mommy must’ve gone to work early,” he said and kissed his daughter’s forehead, “oh, look, we have a text from your nanny”

After Taiga, his daughter, had been born, he had developed the habit of narrating everything to her. He felt like he was including her as much as possible in everything.

The text said she wouldn’t be able to go due to some family emergency. Kazutora glanced at the clock once again, it was almost time for him to go.

“Well,wait for me to get dressed real quick,” he said as he lowered her, trying to place her gently in her cradle, but she quickly disagreed with his actions, wailing, “no? okay, let’s get you dressed first”

He changed her diaper and dressed her in a flower print dress and a white romper.

“Look at you! You look like a little princess!” he said and laid her on his bed while he got dressed.

Once he finished, he tied his hair in a bun and prepared everything he might need to tend to his baby’s needs throughout the day and packed them on the stroller. Once he checked everything was under control, he headed out, deciding to grab something for breakfast on his way to the pet shop and maybe getting Chifuyu some tea.

“Oh, hi Taiga!” Chifuyu said when he saw the pair coming in, immediately walking to hold the baby, “aren’t you the most beautiful lady?” he said, pinching her cheek, making her giggle.

While Chifuyu played with Taiga, Kazutora started his daily routine at the shop.

“Kazutora, you can’t keep bringing her,” Chifuyu said, almost one hour later, the comment making Kazutora tense immediately, “she’s too cute, she keeps distracting me!”

Kazutora turned to look at them, when had Chifuyu grabbed the baby carrier?

“Sorry, the nanny had an emergency and couldn’t come” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Oh well, more time she spends with uncle Chifuyu then!” he said, looking at the baby and tickling her belly.

“Takemichi will come pick her up later”

Chifuyu pouted at his words,making Kazutora chuckle.

The day was uneventful. Takemichi went almost two hours later to pick up the baby, who seemingly had everyone enamoured with her and Kazutora and Chifuyu were left alone to go on their jobs. As hours passed by, Kazutora told Chifuyu about the argument with his girlfriend, seeking advice from his friend. Chifuyu offered some different insight, helping Kazutora see things from a different perspective. They went out to have lunch at the usual cafeteria and cleaned the pet shop, ordered some stuff, went through different appointments, offered clients some advice…

Later, Takemichi dropped by to ask for Kazutora’s keys, to prep Taiga’s dinner and get her ready for bed before he arrived, saying he’d be going with Hina, make dinner and leave once his girlfriend arrived.

It was ten o'clock when Kazutora arrived home and was surprised when Hina opened the door. He recognized the feeling in her eyes immediately, she was looking at him with pity.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—uh…Takemichi found something…” She said and handed him a folded piece of paper.

He recognized his name written in his girlfriend’s calligraphy, the one he had always loved and didn’t stop to read its content before dialing her number.

He felt nauseous while waiting for her to pick up the phone.

“Tora?”

“Where are you?”

“I” she sighed “I had to go, sorry”

“B-but where?” He was feeling anxious.

“I can’t tell you,” her voice sounded strained, like she had been crying. It broke Kazutora’s heart.

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice still trembling, “I’m so sorry, Tora”

“It’s okay, just… Take your time, we can fix th—”

“I don't— I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry”

And she hung up.

He dialed her number again and again but the same robotic voice sounded on the other line, mocking him.

“The number you are trying to call is unreachable. Please, try later”

He felt pain on his chest, like someone was holding his heart on their fist, squeezing it every time it bet. His gaze was unfocused, and felt like no matter how hard he tried, his lungs just didn’t work. It was suffocating. How was he going to handle this? What had he done? Why did everyone leave him behind? Why couldn’t he do anything right? How was he going to move on?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Taiga crying.

He couldn’t afford to break down, not this time. His baby depended on him. He had friends this time. He had to do this, no matter how hard it was.

“Takemichi,” he called his friend, “can you look over Taiga for a couple of days?” he said looking at him trying to contain his tears, “she’s not coming back. It’s just the two of us now, babygirl,” he told Taiga.

“Yes, anything we can do to help”

“Thank you”

Takemichi and Hina packed Taiga’s stuff and headed home, telling Kazutora to call them whenever he needed anything. He asked them to please tell the others what had happened, not feeling strong enough to repeat the story over and over again.

He took almost the entirety of the next day to cry and feel bad for himself and that night to recall what had led to his girlfriend’s decision. As the hours passed, he regretted brushing off the little details, little changes in her and her attitude. During her pregnancy, she was excited to have a baby. Everything seemed scary yet exciting. But once Taiga was born, she distanced herself from her. She didn’t want to hold her. She didn’t want to spend time with her. She would flinch everytime the baby cried. She would say it was normal, for some mothers, and that it would pass that she just needed some time.

The next day, he thought about all the good things he had now. Taiga, his job, his friends.

He remembered the day Taiga was born, the first time he saw her. How tiny and beautiful and perfect she was. His little miracle. He had to be strong for her, to be there for her.

“Takemichi, I’m coming over” he texted at noon.

Most of his friends were gathered at Takemichi’s house, and were surprised at how Kazutora was holding himself. He still looked sad, and allowed himself to be, not trying to hide it, but looked determined to go on with his life and take care of his daughter. It wouldn’t be easy and he knew it, but he was willing to do everything he could to make it work.

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I didn't get kidnapped bc destiny wanted me to read this masterpiece 🤩

───〃★ Partners in crime┆NSH.R pt.1

「Synopsis⭑.ᐟ」 What happens when a goody two shoes who couldn’t meet her parents expectations and a mistreated young male who wasn’t even from the country he currently lived decide to run away? Both being fed up with their shit and just wanting to escape , surely nothing bad could happen , right?

「Contains⭑.ᐟ」 Runaway trope , crimes such as stealing and fraud, toxic households ,bullying, one physical fight (not in detail) , mutual pining , friends to lovers (will develop more in the second part)

「Wordcount⭑.ᐟ」 7.2k

「Vampies Note⭑.ᐟ」 feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💗

Your palms were sweaty as you walked back and forth in your room , your teeth chomping down on your nails as your had one hand up to your mouth , your heartbeat so loud that it was ringing in your ears — every noise you heard coming from outside your house made your anxiety spike up , just dreading for the moment your parents came back home. You knew that you had no choice but to show it to them , you had to , otherwise they’d snoop through your room again while locking you up in the bathroom so you couldn’t resist them or fight back. You hated college, you absolutely hated it — college in general was okay , but it was your parents that made it even less enjoyable than it already was. They always expected you to come back home with a perfect score after receiving your exams or with positive feedback from your professors — if you got anything that wasn’t an “A” , they’d be deeply disappointed. An “B” was still kind of acceptable , but anything under that was nowhere near good or perfect for your parents — punishing you by taking your phone away and locking you up in your room with only your textbooks , forcing you to study and work harder. They’d only let you out if you needed to use the toilet or wanted something to drink and they always checked on the process you’ve made , it was suffocating.

It felt as if a stone was falling into the pit of your stomach as your ears picked up the sound of a car parking in your front yard , your feet practically running over to your window — your hands trembling as you slid your curtains slightly to the side and revealing your parents stepping out of the car , your step dad walking over to the trunk and unloading the groceries out of it. You swallowed thickly before making your way to the front door to open it , a bright fake smile on your face as you opened it and greeted your parents — might as well help them and pray that they’ll reduce your punishment after showing them your failed exam. “How nice that you want to help us , but you should study instead”, your mom smiled as she saw you coming out of the house and walking over to them , grabbing the grocery bags she was carrying out of her hands and just smiling back at her. “Oh pfft , helping for just a couple seconds won’t interfere with me studying ahaha..”, you replied with a nervous laugh , not as if you wouldn’t have to study even more later anyway once they’d see your exam. “So , did you get your exam back? Perfect score , right?”, your Step dad asked while he followed after you, carrying two packs of water bottles that made those skin crawling squeaking noises due to the plastic wrapped around them into the house. You purposely set the plastic bags down a bit more firmly so they’d make loud noises , pretending to not have heard him while you took every item out of the plastic bags. “(Y/n) , the exam”, he repeated , his voice just as gruff as the grip he had on your shoulder , his hand firmly pressing down on it to get your attention and make you look at him. “Ah..yes , the exam , we got it back”, you mumbled , your voice almost fragile as you could only pray for your life , this may have been the worst grade you have ever gotten in your life. Your eyes drifted to his hand as the weight on your shoulder lifted off , his hand now right next to your head as he made a slight grabbing motion , motioning for you to get it. 

You swallowed another lump as you slowly moved away from the plastic bags , your walk almost robotic as you walked over to your room to fetch the exam. Your hands were trembling as you could already hear him yelling at you while your mother would just shake her head in disappointment, the piece of paper shaking in your hands along with the rhythm of your trembling hands. It’s not going to be that bad , right? You’ll probably just have to study way more than usual .. right? Before you could turn around and exit your room , a rough hand ripped the piece of paper out of your hands — you took too long for your impatient Step dad. You could only watch in shame and fear as his eyebrows furrowed more and more , an angry expression on his face as he took a deep sigh. “This … really ? Are you serious? This is the worst! How could you disappoint us like that?! You’ve never disappointed us so goddamn much until today! Jesus, (Y/n), only 50 % !? You only got 50 % on your exam!? I knew that your mother was being too generous by only giving you 4 hours to study as a punishment!”, his voice was as sharp as a knife as he expressed his anger and disappointment , your head lowering in shame. “Is this the thanks we get for raising you?! For feeding you !? For letting you live with us rent free!? This is the thanks for everything we have done for you?! We expected better of you!”, you could only flinch as he balled your exam up and threw it at you , the impact wasn’t painful but it did damage you mentally. 

But despite feeling hurt , anger was also rising up inside you. “I never asked to be born or raised by you guys…”, you mumbled , never have you asked to be set in this world. “What?”, your Step dad asked , his voice growing a bit gruffer as he repeated his words. “You ungrateful child! Give me your phone , now! You better have eaten something before we came because you’ll stay in your room now until it’s time for you to get ready for school ! Don’t even think about trying to escape!”, he put his hand , watching as you just put your phone in his hand , stuffing it into his pocket before he grabbed his keys and walked over to your windows , locking them so you couldn’t just escape through your window. 

“If you need to use the toilet or drink something , that’s too bad! If you’re going to be so ungrateful then this is going to teach you a lesson to work harder! Hold it in until the morning”, that was the last thing he said before he left your bedroom , slamming your door shut before the sound of your lock was the last sound to be heard. This was worse than you thought , way worse. Locking you in your room until the next morning and telling you to suck your basic human needs up? That was beyond fucked up. Tears started to blur your vision as they welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t handle this anymore , it was all too much . How could someone treat their child like that? Even if he was your step dad , he had been present in your life since you were in kindergarten , your biological dad having had divorced your mother due to her toxic behavior — you weren’t mad at your dad for “leaving you behind” , you knew that he wanted to take you with him but lost custody due to having being unemployed during that time.

Oh how you wished that you could get out of this.

“I’m telling you , this is all I got!”, his voice was exhausted and tired as he pointed at the envelope of money that he had placed on the dinner table , his “aunt” just grumbling as she sipped on a glass of wine. “Seriously? Work harder , will you? Jesus , I need to reduce your time for showering again”, she huffed as she grabbed the envelope , stuffing it into the pocket of her robe as she glared at him. “I want to see every single penny you owe me for this month's rent by the end of this month!”, was the last thing she said before she shooed him away , a deep frown etched onto his face as he just went into the guest bedroom , he didn’t even want to be here. He would have been just fine living in some moldy apartment by himself , but no , his parents suggested that he’d stay at their friend's place — he wanted to go back home so badly but he couldn’t, he needed to finish college first in order to go back to his home country. He wasn’t blaming his parents,they didn’t know what was going on as his “aunt” would threaten to kick him out if he ever were to tell them , leaving him with nothing. He had no other choice but to endure this for the next couple years , but he feared that he had already reached his limit. His routine and daily life was ; Wake up , go to college , go to his part time job , use the little time he has to study , go this second part time job , eat the food his second part time job would give him , go home and study until 1 am, sleep and wake up at 5am just to study again before leaving for college. It was draining , both mentally and physically.

Another sigh left his lips as he looked at the time and seeing that he only had an hour left until he had to go to his second job, the worst thing was that it was a shift that would require him to stay until 11pm. He tried to talk with his boss about it , trying to get a different shift but there was no one else who could do it since his co-workers were either sick or were on vacation. He didn’t even had the time to eat yet , his stomach already grumbling just at the thought of food but he knew that if he were to take something from the fridge , his aunt would take note of it and add that to his “payment” to her. He shouldn’t complain though , he got a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in , right? But then again , a moldy apartment and an old mattress would have probably been way easier than staying at his “aunt’s” house. His “aunt” was horrible, always mistreating him and expecting him to work for her as well , he was almost like a maid for her — someone who would need to do whatever she wanted , do all the chores for her, pay half of her rent because she was too busy getting drunk on wine and fucking around with her boytoy. But that was the life he was living now , he just had to suck it up , but he wasn’t a machine — he may act as if he was physically and mentally capable to handle all of that shit , but he was also just a human with a breaking point. 

Thankfully ,his shift went smoothly — sure , there were a couple troublesome customers but nothing he couldn’t handle since he was experiencing everything with his “Aunt”. 

“You look rough … was it that bad?”, Riki asked as he sat down next to you , his voice laced with worry which he tried to hide but his eyes were giving it away — he cared too much about you. He held you dearly to his heart , you were like the wall he could lean against when shit got too much to handle , his “Aunt” being said shit. You looked beyond exhausted , almost as if you were crying all night and didn’t get a wink of sleep — but honestly , he didn’t look any better. He had huge eye bags under his eyes , his skin was a bit paler than usual and his eyes were rimmed red. “It was worse than I thought.. Sorry for not replying in case you send me any messages … they took my phone away”, you mumbled , running a hand through your hair and wincing slightly as your stomach rumbled, his worry only growing. “Did you not eat this morning? When was the last time you ate?”, Riki asked , placing a hand on your shoulder to give you some comfort , his other hand rummaging through his bag.

“Yesterday morning… This punishment was possibly the worst one I have ever gotten. They locked me in my room for the whole night until this morning , denying me any access to food or drinks , heck , they didn’t even let me go to the toilet and told me to just suck it up”, his grip on your shoulder tightened a little upon hearing and letting your words sink in , this was beyond inhumane. He wasn’t unfamiliar with those ridiculous punishments your parents gave you , specifically your step dad, but this wasn’t ridiculous — this was cruel and inhumane. He didn’t even know what to say anymore with how speechless he was. He just grabbed a couple granola bars out of his bag and handed them to you , your eyes drifting to look at him , ready to decline but he just gave you a hard look — opening one of the granola bars and just shoving it into your mouth. “Just eat it , you need it more than me. It’s better than nothing , I’ll buy you lunch later”, he grumbled , a small smile growing on his face as watched you chew on the granola bar in defeat. He was too kind , way too kind for his own good — alway sucking up whatever his “aunt” had to say to him , keeping up with his studies even if he wasn’t that good when it came to academics, working his ass off yet still giving you his snacks and even more or less offering to buy you lunch later, even if he needed the money to pay his “aunt” back. 

“You don’t have to do that Riki, I can pay for it myself”, you mumbled , shaking your head a little and he just scoffed. “(Y/n), we both know that your parents keep track of your money and will punish you again for spending money on , in their words , useless stuff”, He had a point , your parents always kept track of your pocket money — money that you were only allowed to spend on textbooks , you always had to show them the receipt for it and if it wasn’t anything study related , they’d take your pocket money away, how stupid. “I earn my own money , buying one lunch won’t hurt my wallet”, his voice grew a little softer as he said , giving you no more excuses to deny his offer or rather his demand to buy lunch for you. “Fine.. but only if we share”, you compromised , making him sigh a little and nod while mumbling “yeah yeah..” under his breath. 

Lunch break came and the two of you made your way to the cafeteria , it was almost haunting how the mean group of people already started to giggle and whisper amongst themselves as they saw you. “Hey , Japanese boy, I thought Japanese people alway take care of their appearance. Why do you look like literal trash then?”, a  male student snickered before another one chimed in. “Dude , he can’t take care of his appearance. Even if he did take care of his appearance , his moles ruin everything. They look like dirt particles on his skin. Plus , he works at a gas station, only poor people work there because they’re so desperate for money”, the two males snickered amongst themselves , a couple other students giggling or snickering as well. Your eyes darted up to look at the male next to you , your eyebrows furrowed in worry — you knew that he was a bit insecure about the amount of moles he had , but those were literally the prettiest moles you have ever seen in your whole life , your heart was hurting for him.

Riki just ignored them and made a beeline to the canteen , his hand grasping onto your wrist to drag you along with him. “When will they ever hop off my dick”, Riki huffed , grumbling slightly to himself as he looked at whatever the cafeteria had to offer for lunch today, his eyes going towards you. “What do you want to eat?”, his question made you look at the menu before your eyes went back to him. “Whatever you want to eat , we’re sharing after all and you’re the one paying so you should choose”, he sighed softly at your response before nodding and just picking what was the biggest so it would be enough for the two of you. He paid the cafeteria lady and grabbed the tray , motioning his head towards the direction of an empty table in the back. Once the two of you sat down , he handed you the second pair of chopsticks before starting to eat — eating much slower than you. You always thought he was just a slow eater whenever he shared his lunch with you, but what you didn’t know was that he was purposely eating slower so you’d have more of the food. 

It was peaceful , the two of you eating in silence while the chattering of the students were only background noises — that was until you could feel someone standing behind you. Before you could turn around and check , drops of liquid hit your arm , Riki sitting next to you completely drenched in milk now. “Oops.. my bad , It slipped out of my hand. But hey , at least you got a shower now , no?”, you turned around and saw a group of girls giggling , drops of milk were running down the side of his face — his hand gripping his chopsticks so tightly that they were on the verge of breaking. Now , if this was a male student , he would have beat the shit out of him , but since it was a female , he didn’t do anything — he wasn’t raised to beat a female up or show any violence towards a female and that’s exactly why the female student did this , she knew that he wouldn’t do anything to her. Well , he wouldn’t, but you? You would and you did.

 “You’re such an Idiot”, Riki sighed as he dabbed away the drops of blood running from your nose , his eyes once again displaying worry in them — you may or may not have gotten into your first ever physical fight with someone and you don’t regret it one bit. It started with you talking back to her before throwing your own milk at her which then resulted in her jumping you — and you were proud to say that you have ripped one of her acrylic nails off. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch… This is all just so ,, upsetting to watch. You’re my friend Riki , if not even my closest and only friend. I cherish you a lot and I can’t just sit there and watch , enough is enough at some point”, you reasoned , making him sigh once again before he placed his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him. “And I appreciate that a lot , but you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You know what she is capable of , you shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that”, as much as his words were serious , you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “You’re making it sound as if I was going to die”, he just huffed and pinched your shoulder gently. “I’m being serious , don’t ever do that again. I don’t like seeing bruises on you”, he mumbled , his eyes drifting back to your bloody nose before he continued to gently dab the blood away.

“But you are right , enough is enough. I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I want to escape. This college sucks , my aunt sucks , my jobs suck , my whole life sucks. You’re literally the only good thing in my life next to my family that I can't even go back to because I don’t want to see their disappointed faces for dropping out of college”, Riki mumbled with a sigh , grabbing your chin to keep your head steady as you nodded slightly. “Tell me about it , I want to escape as well. I didn’t even want to attend this college , my parents are forcing me”, you sighed out , sulking slightly and he clicked his tongue as his eyes shortly looked you in the eyes before they went back down to your nose. “Of course they did… wouldn’t it be funny to just run away , leave everything behind and pretend we were never there”, his words caught your attention , a light bulb turning on in your head in a comical way as you got an idea.

“Omg , Riki! You’re a genius!”, you exclaimed , catching him slightly off guard as you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards you , his nose almost touching yours with how energetically you had pulled him towards you.“Wha— Why don’t we just run away? It’s not as if we are actually needed here anyway”, you cut him off , his one eyebrow raising up in a questioning way. “Yeah right and how are we going to do that you Idiot? They’d send the police to look for us”, he snickered , shaking his head a little and wiping the remaining dried blood away with a wet cloth — meanwhile you were thinking about a plan. 

“Alright so … it might seem crazy what I am about to say”

“Oh god..”

Your plan was good and you had a lot of planning to do — maybe being locked in your room wasn’t all that bad? It gave you more time to come up with your plan. Your plan was simple , but only as for how to not get your guardians to look for you ; Fake death. You came up with the plan of pretending to have committed suicide , you’d leave a note on the dinner table saying your farewell and maybe possibly adding some sentences to make them feel guilty — might be an ass move to do that but honestly , you didn’t want them to think you would have killed yourself just because your life sucked, you wanted for them to regret how they have treated you. After that , you’d just leave a pair of your shoes by a bridge over a lake ,making it seem as if you had jumped off. The plan was the same for Riki , that way both of your “corpses” would be hard to find if the police ever tried to look for them since the current could have swept your “bodies” far away. After that , the two of you would just run away.

Luckily , due to Riki’s part time job , he knew a car the two of you could use — the car wasn’t really used anymore yet was in good condition , he had already stolen the car keys days prior to the event you two would take. The plan after leaving your notes was to get to the car or more like Riki picking you up , leave your shoes by the bridge and just drive away , somewhere far away. And about money? Well , that would be something the two of you would have to worry about later on — for now , your pocket money you had saved up for years along with the money Riki had taken off of his salary the last couple months would be enough. Riki wasn’t stupid , as if he would actually give his whole salary to his “Aunt” that demanded to get paid back by him , he only gave her half of it so she would stop whining. 

And it was exactly today that the plan would be taken into action , your bag already packed and ready to go. But how would you get out of your room if your parents had locked the door? You already took care of that a couple days ago , your mom should have been more mindful of her purse — the spare key was just waiting for you to take it. Your eyes kept looking out of the window, the moon illuminating the dark night sky, just waiting for Riki to appear with the car on the other side of your street. This was perfect , everything was going to go well — excitement started to bubble up in your body as a car parked on the opposite street , you guys were really going to do this. You quickly grabbed your bag and quietly unlocked your door , taking the key with you so your parents wouldn’t figure out how you got out — your steps slow and quiet as you walked towards the front door. You’ve never felt more free as you set your foot out of your house , this was really going to be it , you were finally free! You had a huge grin on your face as you quickly walked over to the car and got into the passenger seat , a grin just as huge as yours on his face as he looked at you.

“You have your other pair of shoes?”, Riki asked , his grin so huge that it almost reached his eyes , watching as you excitedly nodded your head and held up the spare pair of shoes. “Alright , let’s do this..”, he shifted the gear and got out of the parking modus before he shifted the gear once again and started to drive towards the designated bridge. You weren’t worried about anyone catching you , it was in the middle of the night and only sleep deprived people would drive past — they’d be too tired to even notice the two of you placing shoes in front of the railing from the bridge. Once that was done , the two of you looked at each other before you just jumped into his arms —  too overwhelmed by all the emotions you were feeling ; excitement , relief , freedom and happiness. He just laughed lightheartedly and wrapped his arms around you , hugging you back and slightly lifting you off of the ground — he too felt the same emotions, he could finally leave everything behind , the bullying , his “Aunt” , his stress regarding college and work along with the mistreatment he had been experiencing everywhere.

“Alright , we should go now. We have a long way ahead of us to practically nowhere”, Riki said as he set you back down , it would be better to not waste any more time and leave the city immediately to get on the highway — the destination not set yet but that was something you two could settle on after reaching another city or village far away. You nodded and quickly made your way back to the car , already putting the aux cable into your phone —  wait , your phone? How did you get that even though your step dad took it from you? Well , you’ve kept one of your old phones without your parents knowledge , sure you didn’t had a sim card in it but that was something you could just buy again —  you were lucky that they didn’t chipped that phone so they could always see your location , that would have been a bit troublesome if that were to be the case. “Just don’t put anything on that I wouldn’t listen to”, Riki joked as he got into the driver's seat , he couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw how eagerly you reached for the aux cable. “Mi Mi Mi”, you imitated him and just put your playlist on shuffle , another chuckle coming from him, the first song playing being “My love mine all mine” by Mitski — you knew that he liked that song, so he wouldn’t complain about that one.

It felt good to be free and you felt content , your head leaning against the side of your seat as your eyes watched the scenery pass by in a blur —  it was comforting , especially with the way Riki was quietly singing along while focusing on the road. His singing voice was beautiful , you’ve never understood why he disliked to sing so much —  his voice had the perfect amount of softness and deepness to it , his voice always felt like a warm , comforting hug in front of a fireplace. Before you knew it , your eyes started to close as you started to doze off to the sound of his voice — your body finally feeling safe enough to fall asleep with ease.

“(Y/n)... wake up”, your eyes fluttered open as you felt someone shaking your shoulder , panic flooding your body for a second as you thought that this was all just a dream and that you were in fact not free — a sigh of relief coming from you as you were met by Riki’s face. You looked around a little ,trying to figure out where you guys were and the only things you gathered were that he parked at a gas station near the highway. “Where are we and for how long did I sleep..?”, you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes a little to be more awake, a fond smile growing on his face unbeknownst to you. “We’re somewhere on the highway ,I have no Idea where exactly we are but you’ve slept for two and a half hours. Get up , I need to tank up and we should probably get something to eat and drink”, Riki replied as he patted your shoulder and unbuckled your seatbelt , taking a step back as he held your door open since he was already out of the car —  he had the hood of his hoodie up , his bangs covering his eyes slightly.

You nodded and got out of the car , stretching your body a little while he opened the tank cap and put the gas pump nozzle into the hole , his eyes looking up at the display to see how much he would need to pay and to make sure that he filled the tank up enough. “Let’s go , stay close to me , anything could happen at a gas station”, Riki said as he tapped the gas pump nozzle against the side of the tank before putting it back in the gas pump — grabbing your wrist gently to pull you along with him. The automatic doors made a small “Ding” sound as they opened , the two of you strutting inside and going straight to the little fridge that had prepared food displayed in it , your eyes scanning each row to see if anything caught your eye —  honestly , with how hungry you were , you could eat the whole fridge up , you would eat anything put you settled with a simple sandwich , that way you could eat one and save the other one until you were hungry again. Riki scoffed slightly before he grabbed another one and held it out to you. “Take two , you need to eat properly”, He mumbled while he himself also grabbed two sandwiches. Next stop was getting drinks , the two of you settling for two 1,5 liter bottles —  one water bottle and one bottle of soda for the sugar intake. 

“This is heaven”, Riki sighed out as he took a bite of his sandwich after the two of you got back in the car , humming to himself as he let all the flavors melt on his taste buds —  gas station food wasn’t that good , but even a crumb of bread crust would have tasted like heaven to him with how hungry he was. “We’re really free now , aren’t we? We really did it… I hope this isn’t just a dream that I am having right now”, you mumbled softly as you unpacked your own sandwich , a sly grin forming on his face as he reached a hand out and made a pinching motion with his thumb and index finger. “Want me to pinch you real hard just to see if this is real or not?”, Riki asked with a teasing tone , making some laughing sounds as you swatted his hand away. “Not a chance! You just want to pinch me!”, you exclaimed , whining slightly as he shortly pinched your right cheek. “Maybe I do, I can’t help myself , your cheeks are just really soft. Makes me feel like a grandma that pinches their grandchild’s cheeks really hard , it’s the cuteness aggression”, he let out a small snicker before he went back to eating his sandwich while he leaned back into his seat.

“But now the question is ,what do we do?”, you turned your head to look at him — he was right , running away was easy but figuring out what to do now was hard. Silence consumed the two of you as you both thought about it before you broke it. “I’d say , we’ll just continue driving until we see the next rest stop and sleep in the hostel for one night. We can think about it tomorrow but we need to get some proper sleep first , especially you”, He hummed slightly at your words , nodding his head a little along his humming as his cheeks were stuffed with food. But then , a question popped up in your head. “Hey so… about the car..? Wouldn’t your former boss notice that one of the cars is missing? And what about the license plate”, Riki swallowed whatever he still had in his mouth and grabbed the water bottle , taking a huge sip from it to clear his throat and wash all the food down before opening his mouth to speak.

“Well , my former boss won’t notice it , at least for now he won’t. He doesn’t really keep track of the cars , especially the ones he doesn’t use anymore. But even if he would notice it , I changed the license plate. I switched it with an abandoned car ones, they wouldn’t be able to find this car”, Riki said as he reached the water bottle over to you , urging you to drink something as well before he put your seatbelt on for you , doing the same for himself as well —  turning the key in the slot to start the engine. “Alright , let’s get going again”.

It was only an one hour ride until the two of you reached the next rest stop, the ride was mostly quiet if it wasn’t for Riki quietly jamming to the songs that were playing — your eyes looking at the hostel with skeptical eyes, you never really liked sleeping in hotels or hostels. “You cool with us just sharing a room? It would be cheaper and we kind of need to watch the money until we have settled down in a different city”, Riki asked as he went to stand next to you , his arm lightly brushing up against yours as he also looked at the hostel just as skeptical , his other arm holding his bag over his shoulder. “Plus , this hostel does look a bit shady. If we stayed in the same room , you wouldn’t be alone and paranoid and if anything were to happen , I could protect you”, Riki added but in all honesty — he was the paranoid one , he was worried that something may happen to you during the night if you were to sleep in separate rooms and he wouldn’t like for that to happen. 

You just nodded and started to head into the small building with him , warily looking around a little — it did look very shady , the wallpapers were torn off and it smelled like cigarette smoke in the whole building. While you were busy looking around , Riki went up to the reception to pay for a room for one night before he went towards you , motioning his head a little to follow him as he headed outside to the building where all the rooms were. The steel stairs made some creaking sounds as you walked up , your eyes glancing at the key he was holding — number 26 , that was your room number. But as shady as the hostel looked , the room wasn’t as bad. It was more or less clean and it didn’t smell bad , but you couldn’t expect much from a hostel at a rest stop, as long as you had a roof over your head everything was fine. 

“We have to share a bed , I can sleep on the floor though if you don’t feel comfortable with that”, Riki pointed out as he saw the double bed in the middle of the room while he put his bag down next to the bed, you following his action by setting your own bag next to his. “I don’t mind , just don’t hog the blanket or get anywhere near me with your feet”, you shivered slightly as you mentioned the feet part , you couldn’t stand the thought of bare feet touching you in any way. “You want to take a shower first or should I take a shower first?”, Riki went over to the door of your room , locking the door from inside just to be more safe. He didn’t trust this hostel —  who knew what kind of people were around the two of you? “You can go shower first , you probably won’t take as long as I do”, he hummed at your reply and went over to his bag, crouching down to rummage through it and fished some spare clothes he bought with him along with his shampoo out before heading to the bathroom.

Silence filled the room as the lock of the bathroom clicked , a small sigh coming from you as you laid down on the bed , your eyes looking up at the ceiling — this was really happening , you really ran away. It all just felt so surreal , as if this was just a good dream. You were finally free , you didn’t have to worry about your parents' constant expectations they had for you anymore —  they wanted for you to finish college and work as a doctor in the future , cliche. They didn’t care about what you wanted , saying that your choice of carrier was stupid and that you should be a doctor —  they also cared more about what others thought about your family. It was suffocating. Maybe running away seemed to be a stupid plan for some people , like , just suck it up, no? But this is what you wanted — to be far away from them , to be free and able to do whatever you wanted. It was a bit reckless to just run away with no actual plan other than what you had already taken into action. You just hoped that your parents were going to feel guilty , make them realize how suffocating their behavior and treatment towards you was —  as much as it made you sound like a petty ass , they deserved to feel guilty after neglecting your basic human needs and rights.

The lock of the bathroom clicking snapped you out of your thoughts , Riki coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck and slightly damp hair. You got up from the bed and went to grab your own clothes and shampoo from your bag before going to the bathroom to take a nice shower. Meanwhile Riki felt the same as you , spacing out slightly as he got lost in his thoughts while absentmindedly rubbing his towel into his damp hair — this really happened , he as well was now free. Honestly , his “Aunts” treatment didn’t make him want to run away , he would’ve just sucked it up —  but he also longed for the freedom he got now , plus , who was he to let you run away alone? He would never leave you alone, especially not when you have been wanting to run away? It was a win-win situation if you were to ask him —  he had his freedom and he was with you , two of the best things that could happen to him if you were to ask him.

“You really do shower long , huh?”, Riki chuckled as he looked up from his phone , already having made himself comfy on the bed — well, as comfy as he could on the cheap mattress but he wasn’t going to complain. “Oh shush , it was only 15 minutes , don’t exaggerate”, you huffed as you went to lay down next to him on the bed — your damp hair dampening your shirt a little but you didn’t have an option to blowdry your hair. There was no blow dryer nor did you bring one with you. “Should we drive to nowhere again tomorrow? Or at least until we reach a different city?”, Riki asked as he put his phone away , moving to lay down on his side so he could face you , a small smile growing on his face as you copied his action. “I mean , it would be better than to just drive around mindlessly and waste gas. We could stay in a better hostel there and just enjoy our freedom, stay there as long as we want until we’ll leave again”, you mumbled , drawing small shapes on the bedsheet with the tips of your fingers.

He hummed slightly and didn’t say anything else anymore , just admiring the way you looked —  the sight making his heart feel warm and his tummy all fuzzy , god, the effect you had on him. You looked so pretty in his eyes , especially in the current moment — it made him feel weirdly warm to see you so … natural. No make up , hair not done , just wearing comfy clothes and laying in bed with him —  it made his heart leap and skip some beats. His eyelids started to feel heavy , all the driving during the night made him tired and he could finally rest without having to worry about getting ready for college and having to work two jobs after classes had ended —  he could finally rest without a worry. You took notice of how quiet he had gotten , a soft smile growing on your face when you looked up and were met by his sleeping face ,your eyes tracing the moles on his face. You didn’t get it , how anyone could perceive them as ugly —  they were like stars on his skin , scattered around so beautifully and highlighting his features.

But your smile slightly dropped when you heard suspicious noises outside , starting to feel a little scared —  your body automatically moving more towards Riki’s sleeping body , seeking the feeling of safety and comfort. You scooted so close to him that your head was resting right next to his arm , your body slightly curling up in a ball as you closed your eyes — already starting to feel less scared just by being close to him , your cheeks growing warm as his hand suddenly crept up to your waist and pulled you closer. “Don’t be scared , I’m here”, Riki mumbled , his voice as smooth as silk and just the perfect amount of deep- and softness to it , your eyes slowly closing as you let the feeling of fatigue wash over you —  enveloping your mind and sending you to the land of dreams.

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the pink pill | myg version (m) — “no one else”

➥ banner by @jkndigo.

➥ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ porn with plot ⋆ exes

➥ CATEGORY: one-shot [part of the pink pill series]

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, angst, exes but also idiots, degradation kink, unprotected sex (dont be like them), rough sex but also love-making??, did i mention a bit of angst, multiple positions guys yoongi is catching up for missing u all those times likeee, spankingggg, making out w tongue, overstimulation, claiming/possessiveness, multiple orgasms for reader, extremelyhorny!reader, cocky exboyfriend!yoongi…. yeah., hes a sick son of a bitch but thats why we like him besides he’s pretty tame in this i have worse yoongi’s up my sleeve this is nothin, neither of you have moved on, mutual pining but mutual STUBBORNNESSSSS for fucks sake, filthy words, creampie, oral sex (f. rec), embarrassingly quick climaxes likeee, minors DNI

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a/n: and at last, yoongi’s ver of the pink pill is finally out!!! thank you for loving jk’s version! i hope you enjoy yoongi’s. beware of a bit of angst and complicated feelings<33

⋆ MASTERLIST & CONCEPT VIDEO ⋆

Your trembling thumb hovers over the blue arrow next to your unsent message, eyes scanning over the message over and over again. Your heart might implode in your chest the moment you hit send, which is why you’ve been staring at the message that would cause more cons than pros for the past 5 minutes.

Well, would it, though? It’s just a favor. You need a favor.

It’s like your brain is talking directly to your heart. Your brain is telling you how bad of an idea this is whilst your heart is just rolling its non-existent eyes at the nagging, as if your heart isn’t about to slide up your airways into your esophagus, travel straight up your burning throat and launch out of your mouth. You need to calm down.

The aggravating lump in your throat doesn’t let up.

And that’s when the pad of your thumb impulsively hits the damn blue arrow that’s been mockingly staring at you for the past few minutes.

[11:12PM]

from: You

to: Ignore

can you come over

Once the small letters that say ‘delivered’ pop up under your blue message, you internally scream into the void. Your eyes stay glued to your phone, the back of your phone is becoming slimy in your grasp due to the sweat your palms are rapidly producing.

You barely blink as you stare at the screen, your lips twitching as you wait and attempt to ignore the anxiety bubbling in your chest.

Your gaze slowly shifts upwards on the conversation, rereading old messages. The last you heard from him was 4 months ago. The two of you broke up around 9 months ago but still slept together for a good 2-3 months after.

The last message between you two from 4 months ago was you asking him when he could come pick up the rest of his shit. He came, picked up his shit and that’s when you last saw him. You barely exchanged any words. You had anticipated having sex one last time but he just wordlessly collected his stuff and left.

So, it’s understandable why you’d be so worried about asking him to come over and… well, ask him if he can fuck the shit out of you.

Your heart plummets into the pit of the earth when you notice the ‘delivered’ has turned into ‘read 11:13PM’.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

He’s not responding.

Why is he not responding?

One minute passes. Two minutes pass. Three minutes. Four.

You’ve been staring at your phone the entire time and not once did the bubble that indicates he’s typing pop up.

What if he doesn’t even want to talk to you?

Fuck.

What the fuck were you even thinking?

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After cleaning up the coffee table that was covered in snacks and empty cans that you used to take your mind off the excruciating arousal pooling in your core, you start heading into your once-shared bedroom with your head held down. It’s been 12 minutes since you sent that message and you haven’t gotten a response.

You’re a damn loser.

You plan to start slipping out of your plain shirt and shorts, cringing when you realize you’ve completely soaked through your cotton shorts. How fucking embarrassing. What the hell is in that pill?

Right as your fingers tuck under the hem of your shorts to pull them down your legs, you hear a rhythmic knock on your front door.

What? Who could…

Wait.

It possibly couldn’t be.

The lump returns to your throat at lightning speed as you start heading down your corridor, sluggishly dragging your feet across the floor.

You press your hand flat against the door in an attempt to gather your thoughts and collect your breath before you slowly start opening up, his familiar feline eyes staring at you with an agitated look pooling in them.

“What do you want?” He doesn’t even have the decency to greet you, he just stands there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants.

You quietly swallow as you cross your arms over your chest, stepping to the side to wordlessly invite him in. When he gives you a raised eyebrow in confusion, you say, “I don’t need my neighbors hearing my business.”

The exasperated sigh he lets out slightly stings but he walks in nonetheless. You close the door behind him but he’s showing no intentions or moves to take his shoes off. He just stands in front of the door, annoyance draped over his features.

You silently stare up at him, hoping he doesn’t notice your strange demeanor.

“So? Are you gonna tell me what you want or are you just gonna stare at me and continue to waste my time?” His words are blunt and brutal—the bitterness that he still holds in his heart for you hasn’t left him, it seems.

You finally find the courage to speak up and quietly say, “I need a favor, Yoongi.”

He blankly stares at you for a few moments before he humorlessly laughs at your request, dropping his head and shaking his head in disbelief.

You can’t help but glare at his reaction, fighting the urge to roll your eyes and spew insulting words at him. This is kind of selfish of you.

“Why would I do you a favor?” he asks once he’s stopped laughing, staring you down with hooded eyelids and no traces of mock amusement left on his face.

“I’ll owe you,” you say, failing to hide the clear annoyance in your tone. You want to strangle him.

“You already owe me.” His response is almost immediate, leaving you speechless for a few seconds as you stare up at him with a frown etched onto your brows.

“Excuse me? What the fuck do I owe you?”

He tilts his head to the side with an irritated look on his face before he says, “I don’t know, you wasted 3 years of my fucking life?”

You exaggeratedly roll your eyes at his words, shaking your head in exasperation. “I could quite literally say the same to you.”

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his intense stare down never letting up.

He decides to ignore your remark and repeats, “What do you want, Y/N?”

You swallow again, looking to the side to avoid his penetrating gaze as you think about how the fuck you’re going to ask him what you want to ask him.

How do you even begin to ask?

Hey, you haven’t heard from me in months but could you fuck me real quick?

“What? Do you need money?” he asks in a neutral tone, although you can sense the concern tinged in his words.

“No,” you mumble, the collar of your shirt is starting to feel like it’s closing in around the perimeter of your neck with the goal of suffocating you.

He continues, “Then what? An alibi?”

You throw your head back in exasperation as you groan, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

It’s quiet for a moment and it makes you look at him. You notice he’s staring straight at you like he’s trying to figure out what’s going on and what you aren’t telling him.

“Need some lovin’?” he asks with a certain humorous tone, the joke causing you to glance up at him through your lashes with big eyes.

It seems like only then that he takes notice of your swollen lips, your dilated pupils, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead and the quickened breathing with the way his eyes scan your entire face and the frown on his brows slowly disappearing when the realization dawns on him.

He narrows his eyes at you and his hands leave his pockets, swiftly moving to cross over his chest as his lips twitch, something you can only describe as him trying to stifle a smirk. “You actually asked me to come over so I could come fuck you?”

Your mind travels at incomprehensible speed to come up with an answer, leaving you scrambled and almost stuttering. You blurt out, “It’s your fault.”

This makes his brows pinch together in utter confusion. “How the hell is it my fault?”

A deep sigh pushes past your lips as you drop your arms from your chest, hands resting on your hips as you look at the floor in shame. “I was cleaning shit up and I came across that dumb pink pill you bought that you wanted me to try but never got the chance to,” you explain, peeking up at him through your lashes momentarily before averting your gaze again.

“Pill? What pink pill?” he repeats, the frown on his face deepening further as the word leaves his mouth.

“Yes, that stupid pink pussycat pill, Yoongi. We bought it as a joke to try on our anniversary but then we had that stupid fight.” You try to get him to recall the events of a year ago, the quick wince on his face at the mention of your anniversary fight doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Anyway, I didn’t want it to go to waste and I was wondering what it might feel like or if it even works. So, I took it earlier today, for shits and giggles.”

He slowly nods to your words as the memories come back to him, seemingly remembering how excited he was for you to take that pill. “So, I reckon the pill is doing what it said it would?”

You merely grunt in response.

He’s silent for a few seconds before quietly chuckling, shaking his head. His chuckle is so deep and sultry, it shoots a tingle right down your soaked panties.

You huff, “What’s so amusing, you dickhead?”

He glances at you through his brows for a moment before averting his gaze, his eyes roaming his surroundings as he looks around your once-shared home. “I’m just flattered, is all.”

“Flattered?” you repeat, a disapproving frown on your features. He’s turning this entire thing into a compliment for himself.

You really can’t fucking stand him.

“You could’ve flaunted that pretty face out at some bar and gotten someone to fuck you without needing to offer any favors,” he explains, giving you a glimpse of his thought process, those words making your body heat up all over again.

Damn him.

You know Yoongi has always found you insanely attractive but him so nonchalantly reminding you has set your insides aflame.

“You know I don’t do that stuff,” you mumble with a shake to your head.

His bitter, humorless chuckle booms in your ears. Why does it sound like he’s literally inside your head? “That’s exactly how we met, you dirty liar.” He reminds you of how his hips were slamming into yours an hour after you met him and no rebuttal comes to your mind.

You silently stare at him, bringing your hand up to wipe some of the sweat off your hairline with the back of your index finger.

“Yeah, you know what? I don’t know why I even texted you. You can leave,” you say, a surge of anger coursing through your veins as you reach for the door handle but Yoongi is quicker than you.

His hand quickly reaches for yours, fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist. “I can tell you why you did,” he quips, cockily.

You glare up at him but make no effort to remove his hand from your skin, the single touch of his skin against yours sends lava down all your veins and every single one of your nerve-endings. Fuck, you wish you could pounce him right fucking now. You finally gather your thoughts and say, “Oh, please, do enlighten me.”

“You asked me here because you don’t want all that arousal to go to waste on someone that doesn’t know your body like I do.” He starts closing the gap between you two, face closing in on yours. “They won’t do the things you like.”

Your throat tightens at his proximity and his words, your lungs seconds away from imploding in between your ribcage.

“And you’re too shy to tell them because you know you like filthy things.” He moves his other hand up to trace the shell of your ear with the tip of his index finger, his eyes glued to how his finger glides down your skin.

If he noticed his touch instantly awoke the goosebumps on your skin, he doesn’t comment on it and continues to play with your ear, fingers coming down to rub your earlobe in between the pads of his thumb and index finger.

“No one knows your body like I do, no one else.” He drops his hand from your ear to trace the collar of your shirt, the tip of his finger occasionally grazing your neck. “No one knows how filthy you are. How needy you are. How you like to be touched and kissed. That’s how I know,” he concludes.

He adds, “You clearly haven’t moved on.”

He was doing so well, too.

Haven’t moved on? Son of a bitch.

“Yeah, well, what about you?” you blurt out. You watch as his thick eyebrows scrunch together in smug mockery.

“What about me? Don’t turn this on me, sweetheart. You’re the one asking me to come fuck you.” He starts to take off his shoes, kicking them aside like he used to do.

Cocky asshole.

“You showed up 10 minutes after a simple ‘come over’ text, no questions asked.” You remind him of tonight’s events and his face slowly turns into a scowl, his usual quick witty comebacks suddenly nonexistent.

“So what?” he mumbles, not in the mood to fight you for this any longer because he knows he’ll lose.

“Just admit you want this as bad as I do instead of being smart about it,” you say, rolling your eyes as you take a step back to create some more distance between you two. You hadn’t realized he’d gotten that close.

He shrugs his shoulders with an air of nonchalance, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I wouldn’t say as bad as you.”

Right, because you took that pill and your arousal is off the charts.

He must think he’s sooooooo funny.

“You’re a lia–”

Before you can even finish speaking, he takes a step closer and it inevitably traps you in between his body and the wall behind you. He arrogantly adds, “Want me to push my fingers into your panties and check?”

Fuck.

He shouldn’t still have the ability to knock the oxygen right out of your lungs with just silly words. He shouldn’t.

You stare up at him with a furrow in your brows, eyes wide and lips almost quivering, simply at the thought of him touching you. Damn him.

And he knows.

Because his gaze drops to your lips before back to your eyes, the corners of his own lips curling up at something he’s thinking about.

“What?” you grumble, your voice barely coming out and leaving you for dead in your time of need.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head and adds a shrug to his shoulders for extra nonchalance. “I just think after you ran your mouth like this, it’d be more fun to make you beg for it.”

Your hands come up to his chest, pressing flat against him to push him back but he doesn’t budge an inch because there’s no real strength behind the push and he knows it.

“I hate you,” you quietly say, hands still pressed up against his chest with the tiniest bit of pressure to make it seem like you don’t want him.

Unfortunately, Yoongi knows you too well.

“That’s fine, as long as you’re good to me.” The words leave his mouth in a breathy chuckle that drapes over your lips as his face closes in on yours, plump lips grazing the skin of your jaw. “You were always so good to me.”

“Why did you leave me, then?” Your voice comes out a bit choked, a big gulp following your question and it’s almost like you’re attempting to swallow the words back down. You can’t believe you just blurted that out. Is one of the side effects of that dumb pink pill being emotional as hell?

He freezes for a few seconds before pulling away and searching for your eyes. His expression is decorated by a frown and his pretty lips are pressed into a thin line.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets the deafening silence settle around you. Stares at you as if one of the world’s greatest unsolved mysteries is being revealed to him and the answer is in your irises. Watches as you idly blink at him and it makes his lips twitch. Seems to be in deep thought and you can’t figure out what’s going through his mind for the life of you.

Then, he speaks.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

His words paired with his intense gaze sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, leaving your legs to wobble like they’re made of jelly.

You both stare at each other for a while in complete silence. His familiar, black, feline eyes staring into yours so intimately summon a vine that wraps around your heart, digging its sharp thorns into your most beloved organ until it bleeds out all over your insides.

He’s right.

You clearly haven’t moved on.

“Let’s just,” you pause and shake your head free of those thoughts. You don’t bother to finish your sentence as you wrap your fingers around his wrist, leading him toward your once-shared bedroom and he simply lets you.

As soon as you walk in, you let go of his hand and reach for the hem of your shirt. You yank it off your body without a second of hesitation before tossing it somewhere on the floor and it makes him chuckle for some reason.

You turn to glare at him. “Something funny?” you snark, arms crossing over your chest like a child that wanted the purple lollipop instead of the yellow one.

He stares at you from the entrance of your room, an amused smile still on his pretty lips. His eyes scan the walls and the furniture as he slowly makes his way in, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I see that you’ve changed the entire room.”

Your eyes follow the direction of his gaze, scanning around the room as if you’d forgotten what you changed about the place. “Yeah.”

He struts toward you, getting so close that he’s practically pressed up against you. His onyx eyes stare you down, one of his infamous unreadable expressions plastered on his face. “Trying to act like I never existed?” he asks, hands still buried in his pockets and fuck, how you wish he would just give in and touch you.

You simply blink up at him, your eyes pingpong-ing between his eyes from left to right continuously as you try to think of a way to answer.

Should you lie? Should you just be honest?

As if on cue, your question is answered when he lazily places his right hand on your hip, pulling you even closer to him.

Be honest.

“No.” You shake your head slightly, never breaking eye contact with the enticing man in front of you. “I was never going to forget about you if everywhere I looked just reminded me of you.”

His hand tenses on your hip, a muscle in his jaw tenses up and your eyes are just in time to catch the way his Adam’s apple bounces up and down.

You shift your eyes back up to his, blinking your eyelids at him so innocently yet so full of temptation. He slowly starts nodding his head as if he just had an epiphany and then moves his hand from your hip to your waist.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, thumb rubbing circles onto your bare skin.

You shrug your shoulders smugly. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He doesn’t need anything else. His lips are on top of yours the moment the words leave your mouth, teeth clashing at how quickly he lunges at you.

His mouth devours you like a man starved as his other hand grips the back of your head to keep you in his grasp, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

Several soft moans resound in your throat that he simply swallows, hand balling into a fist on the back of your head, gripping your hair at the root.

You mewl, your hands coming up to squeeze his biceps as you try to grind your hips into his. Fuck, you’re like a fucking animal in heat.

“Fuck, I’m barely touching you and you’re this needy,” he whispers against your open mouth before shoving his tongue back in.

Your insides are set ablaze when he starts pushing you backwards with his own body until your calves hit the mattress and automatically makes you fall backwards, dropping onto your bed.

He wastes no time climbing on top of you, lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down the column of your throat to the strap of your bra as he gently starts tugging them off your shoulders.

You automatically arch your back off the mattress, encouraging him to unclasp your bra and he does.

Whilst he unclasps your bra, he coats your collarbones in soft kisses and absentmindedly throws your bra to the side as he brings his hand back up to fondle your breast in his large hand.

“Fuck,” you whisper, every single inch of his touch electrifies your body and sets your soul alight. Damn, you’ve missed this.

His thumb gently teases your erect nipple, rolling it around whilst he continues to nibble on the skin of your neck.

Your hips involuntarily buck upwards into nothing and you almost flinch at the way his breath grazes your neck when Yoongi softly chuckles, clearly finding your extreme level of arousal amusing.

“Can you just stop teasing me?” you whine, legs spreading wider and wider without a second thought.

“You’re gonna have to ask a lot nicer if you want me to do that, sugar.” He lifts his head off your shoulder and closes in on your other breast, wrapping his lips around it whilst his hand slowly travels down your stomach to your clothed sex. He starts sucking on your nipple and the effects of that pill makes it so it feels like he’s touching you all over, on every part of your body, on every inch of your skin, causing you to squirm and moan under him like a fish out of water.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “I should’ve made you take that pill so fucking long ago. Look at you.”

You simply grumble, “Fuck you.”

He lifts his head off your breast to stare at you directly in the eyes and you instantly regret running your mouth. “Yoongi, I just want–”

Smack!

“Ow!” you cry out, the warmth of the slap on your pussy spreading through your skin like wildfire. You instantly whimper, “I’m sorry.”

The apology means nothing to him, though.

He shakes his head. “Always running that fucking mouth of yours.” His fingers tuck under the hem of your shorts and he slides them down your legs before tossing them aside like he has personal beef with the article of clothing.

“Holy shit,” he whispers as he glances at the massive wet patch on your panties and all the slick smeared around your inner thighs, eyes practically bulging out of his eye sockets.

You can’t help but frown, though. “What?”

“No wonder,” he says, seemingly answering his own unspoken question. “You are completely soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this fucking horny.”

You whine, tucking your thumbs under the hem of your panties to drag them down your legs and he doesn’t even try to stop you, just simply stares at you in awe but your panties don’t budge an inch when you stop and decide to just give in, in hopes he’ll fall for your tricks.

“Please, just,” you yelp, “fuck me. Please. I think I’ll die if you don’t.”

He throws his head back as he laughs, his gorgeous neck on full display for you. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Yoongi,” you pause, “I’m so fucking serious. I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day. I need you to. Please.”

He searches your face and seemingly takes note of the desperation and earnestness in your eyes. Shortly after, he drags his gaze down your exposed body, simply staring at your naked figure.

Sprawled out on your bed, lips swollen, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin, pupils dilated, breasts bare with nipples standing at attention and your arousal that has already started dripping onto your sheets.

He slowly starts to nod his head and in the blink of an eye, he yanks his own shirt off.

The view of his bare chest brings back so many memories, all the times he fucked you good come rushing back to you and it isn’t fucking helping your case.

A persistent lump forms in your throat that refuses to disappear but that’s when you realize that it’s not just a lump but words. The words ‘I miss you’ are forcing their way to the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill.

But you absolutely refuse to let that happen.

Just bite your tongue.

“All day, huh?” he muses, talking more to himself. He quickly ditches his sweatpants in the meantime and tosses them off the bed. “What took you so long to text me?”

You silently watch as he crawls back over to you in just his black boxers, settling right next to your body and supporting his own weight with his elbow while his other hand returns to your panties. Teasingly plays with the hem. Presses his lips against your neck. Inhales your scent.

You stay quiet for a few moments, eyes shut tightly at the tip of his fingers brushing against your pelvis. So close yet so far. “My pride,” you finally reply.

He simply chuckles at your words and slowly tucks his fingers under the hem of your panties, groaning when the back of his knuckles brush against the sticky patch of your arousal on the inside of your panties. “I don’t think I’ve seen this amount of wetness. Not even in porn.”

His skin finally makes contact with your sex, running right up your wet slit and collecting all of your arousal on the tip of his finger. “Holy fucking shit, Y/N.”

You mewl, hips already thrusting up into his hand but he simply uses his palm to press down on your pelvis.

“Stay still.” The demand makes your insides twist into a wringed out shirt and makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“I can’t,” you whimper, legs shaking at the simple touch of his fingers smearing your arousal all over your sex. “I’m trying to but I can’t.”

It’s like you have no control over your body whatsoever. You just want to be fucked.

“Why can’t you?” he quips as he plunges two fingers right into you, groaning when your slick walls tightly hug his fingers. He already knows, he just likes to push your buttons.

“Because I want you,” you breathe out, moaning at the sensation of his fingers slowly pumping into you. Your sensitivity is off the fucking charts, just his fingers being buried in your pussy without any movement whatsoever could have you cumming in no time.

“I can tell,” he cockily chuckles. His sultry laugh is so full of mockery, the type that would usually piss you the fuck off but in this moment turns you the fuck on. “I just need to prep you, baby. Can’t be hurting you simply because you’re writhing like an animal in heat.”

You quickly shake your head. “I don’t need any fucking prep,” you moan as his hand picks up in pace. “Please, just fuck me. I’m already wetter than I’ve ever been. You literally just said it yourself.”

He lifts his head off your collarbones and searches your eyes for a moment, a stern frown on his brows. “Are you sure?”

Yoongi’s always been into manhandling you and being rough but only when it’s pleasurable for you. He’d usually go down on you or work you towards an orgasm using just his fingers, in hopes it’d have you ready to take him.

So, no, he’s not used to just jumping in and fucking you.

You quickly nod your head. “Never been more sure.”

He stares at you for a moment longer but the sincerity in your eyes is prominent. He then simply spreads your folds with his sticky fingers, smearing your arousal all over your sex before pulling his fingers out of your pussy, the sounds leaving your sex almost embarrassing you.

He slides his hand out of your panties and glances at his hand, eyes scanning his fingers coated in your pussy slick.

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers but doesn’t even grant you the time to look when he immediately shoves his fingers into his mouth, sucking all your arousal off his digits.

“Yoongi,” you whine, clenching around nothing as you watch him.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. “It’s been too long. I’m gonna need to eat that.”

You want to protest but he’s already pulling you toward him by your thighs, settling in between them as he’s now face to face with your covered panties.

“I want to be fucked,” you whine, staring down at him between your legs but his eyes are just focused on your panties.

He replies, “And I want to fucking eat you out so you’re gonna have to be patient, you little brat.”

You don’t have the time to whine any more when he pushes your panties to the side and the single action could have you coming undone, right here, right now.

He idly stares at your glistening pussy like he’s Monkey D. fucking Luffy and he found the One Piece after years of venturing the seas.

“Why are you staring like that?” you quietly ask, unfortunately not possessing enough strength to close your thighs out of self-consciousness.

With a simple shake of his head, his face closes in on your sex and he licks a long stripe up your pussy, collecting a great amount of your arousal in a single swipe of his hungry tongue.

But you’re oozing so much wetness that he simply keeps going, licking all around your sex before focusing on your swollen, angry clit. He wraps his lips around your sensitive pleasure nub and starts sucking, coating his entire chin in your juices.

“Fuck!” you cry, reaching over to pull on his roots, fingers tangled in his soft black locks.

The sensitivity you’re experiencing is too much. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Yoongi.” You’re not even joking.

“Already?” he hums in mockery before wrapping his lips around your clit again and sucks some more with no regard of overstimulating you.

You quickly nod your head and within the next few seconds, you’re cumming all over his tongue and around his mouth. A cry tips through your throat and you’re sobbing at this point, pulling so hard on his roots that it causes him to hiss in pain.

Grinding your hips up into his face, into his nose, into his mouth. You can’t believe how quickly that stupid pink pill has you levitating off the bed, it’s like you don’t even belong on Earth anymore.

The orgasm hits you like none ever before, leaving you even more sensitive. You came within barely, what? A minute of stimulation? Two? Oh, you’re so done for.

You push against Yoongi’s head in hopes he’ll stop and he does—after giving your swollen clit one last slurp.

“Holy shit.” You can’t believe that just happened.

“That was really fast. What was that? A minute? A minute and 30 seconds?” he laughs as he sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It’s that fucking pill,” you mumble defensively, trying to catch your breath.

A low chuckle leaves his mouth before he glances down at the bulge in his boxers. “Well,” he pauses, “you should take that pill more often.”

You roll your eyes with all the brattiness you can muster, hoping it annoys him as much as he annoys you. “This is the last time I’m even letting you in here, I hope you know that.”

His eyes shift back up to yours and he tilts his head to the side in question, blinking at you with a glimmer in his eyes that you can’t quite describe.

You stare back, trying your best not to look fucked out right now but you know you’re failing horribly at it when he simply shakes his head and lets out a bitter chuckle.

“You just wanted to use me one last time, hm?” he scoffs as his fingers tuck under the hem of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs and tossing them off the bed.

A surge of guilt spreads through your chest when you realize how that must’ve sounded to him. “You know that’s not what I meant, Yoongi.”

“No?” he muses, placing his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them all the way against the mattress on each side of your body. You know your body isn’t supposed to be able to do this, apparent by the strain in your inner thighs but for some reason, it doesn’t bother you as much.

“No,” you whimper as he uses his own weight to keep your thighs spread, sliding his rock hard dick in between your folds handsfree, but not entering you just yet. It has you squeezing your eyelids shut, trying to focus on the feeling of his rock hard cock—all the ridges and veins on his dick—rubbing so good against your swollen clit.

“I don’t believe you,” he says, watching as you squirm from the slightest bit of friction that he has full control over. It makes you want to smack that grin right off his face.

“I swear,” you sniff, not even being able to thrust your hips up for more friction because Yoongi’s weight and strength keeps you restrained.

He simply hums in response, continuing to slide his dick over your slit, completely coating his shaft in your slick. “If you want me to believe you,” he pauses as his eyes shift up to yours, “you’re going to have to beg and convince me. Tell me how what you just said isn’t true.”

“Please,” you say, no hesitation. “Please, I didn’t mean that. I–just fuck me. I swear I don’t want anyone else to be in your position right now, I only want you. No one else knows me like you, no one.”

He continues to simply watch your face twist in borderline agony from the lack of friction, the sensation you so desperately crave.

“That so?” His tone is filled with so much arrogance that it makes your veins burn with lava.

You merely hum in response and finally crack your eyelids open, just to see him staring into your eyes with that familiar glint in his. Fuck.

“Ready?” he whispers, lining his tip up with your hole and cockily chuckles when you eagerly nod your head.

He abruptly freezes. “Ah, fuck, wait.” His dick is not on your slit anymore and it makes you frown at him.

“What?”

He groans, “I have no condoms.”

For fuck’s sake.

“I mean,” you start, “you’re the last person I had sex with. Did you have sex with anyone after me?”

You’re not sure you even want to hear about it but in this moment you’d do anything to just have him finally fuck the shit out of you.

He avoids your gaze as he keeps it glued to his dick sliding up and down your slit. “I have.”

Oh.

“But it was protected, always,” he adds with a quickness, tone calculated and quiet.

Oh.

Okay.

That’s good but it doesn’t make you feel any better.

You have to swallow your emotions at this moment because your pussy is basically screaming at you to just swallow your pride. “Okay, then just do it without.”

He peers up at you through his thick brows with a frown. “Are you sure?”

You mumble, “For fuck’s sake.” Your hand quickly reaches for his shaft but he slaps it away just as quickly.

“I know you’re horny as fuck but I need you to be 100%,” he pauses when he sees you glaring at his dick. “Look at me, dammit.”

Your eyes shift to his and you childishly groan. “Yes, Yoongi, I 100% consent to letting you fuck me raw. Now, will you please just–”

He doesn’t even let you finish talking as he slides his dick right into you, bottoming out completely. You yelp at the intrusion, your slick walls stretching around his shaft so well, like it always has.

“Holy shit,” he whispers with closed eyes, the disgusting squelching coming from your sexes is proof of your arousal and the moans falling from his lips as your pussy tightly hugs him sounds like a choir of angels sustaining a high C.

You try to keep quiet, you try not to squirm, you try not to say the craziest things right now. Like ‘I love you’, or ‘I’ve missed you so much’ because you’re just horny and dumb.

“Move,” you whimper, needing more than he’s giving you right now. He hears you loud and clear, sliding out of you and right back in. The disgusting squelching reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment, not when Yoongi finds it hot and throws in occasional ‘fuck, listen to that’s and ‘you’re so fucking wet’s.

You cuss, eyes rolling to the back of your head when your sensitivity reaches its peak. A few more thrusts will already have you cumming, you’re sure of it.

He continues to thrust, slowly starting to pick up his pace and he finally cracks his eyelids open. His eyes find yours as he stares at you—scanning your pretty face that he loves to look at—especially when it’s twisted in pleasure like that.

Brows furrowed, lips swollen, pupils dilated, mouth agape, a thin layer of sweat draped over your forehead and building up in your hairline.

Somewhere along the line, the eye contact becomes too intense for you. Your hand snakes around the back of his head, closing the distances between you two by pulling him closer to you, licking and sucking on the honey tinted skin of his neck.

After a while of sucking and nipping at his neck and his thrusts never coming to a halt, your orgasm starts approaching you rapidly again. “I’m gonna cum,” you cry, tears pricking in your eyes from the pure pleasure that’s setting all your insides ablaze.

“Already?” he murmurs as he leans down, kissing away the tears that have subtly started rolling down your temples. “But I have yet to ruin you.”

Fuck.

“Whatever, though. I guess you’re just going to lose count of the amount of orgasms I’ll fuck you through.” He states it so nonchalantly because he knows only he could ever make you feel like this, make you desperate like this, make you a needy mess like this.

His hips continue to harshly snap into yours, the indescribable sensation of being fucked at this angle and pace has your thighs clenching. Unsurprisingly not long after, your orgasm hits you full force once again.

A sob rips through your throat, your trembling hands grab at his shoulders, nails painfully digging into his skin as he fucks you through your high. His low chuckle rings in your ear, breath hitting your throat as he lowers his face into the crook of your neck.

“Cumming all over my dick and sucking marks on my neck. Are you trying to claim me again?” he whispers, knowing how possessiveness was big a turn on for the both of you back in your relationship.

You simply cry under him, the orgasm lasting longer than any you’ve ever had before. His dick kisses your cervix repeatedly, your breasts bounce continuously from the momentum of his thrusts and the sound of his skin slapping yours only increases in volume the longer he fucks you.

“I asked you something,” he says, lifting his head off your shoulder to stare down at you. “Where’d that bratty mouth that I love so much go?”

You simply grunt in response, teary eyes glaring at him as you slowly come down from your high. The corners of his lips curl up in a twisted smirk at the sight in front of him, you know he enjoys seeing you in this state and him being the sole cause of it pleases him greatly.

The overstimulation is starting to catch up to you. Your hand basically moves on its own, pressing flat into his lower abdomen in order to get him to slow down.

However, it means nothing to him. He simply continues to thrust into you like he’s got something to prove. “Answer me, Y/N. Do you want to claim me again?” he repeats.

You mewl, sinking your cranium further into your soft pillows, exposing more of your throat and neck to him as tears continue to pour out of your eyes.

“Fuck you,” you whimper, digging your nails into the skin around his belly button but it doesn’t elicit a single reaction from him.

He simply chuckles at your snarky comment as he lowers his lips onto your throat, sucking and nipping at it. You know he expected you to say that. No one else knows you like the back of their hand like he does.

“There’s my girl,” he mumbles against your skin. His words paired with the simple act of kissing your neck has all your insides clenching and twisting with something you can’t quite describe.

Butterflies?

Something you’re not going to admit out loud.

“I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that, though.” With one more thrust, he pulls out of you and harshly flips you onto your stomach. You don’t even have the time to react when he gently grabs your hips yet roughly hoists your ass up off the mattress.

A sharp sting spreads through your asscheek and that’s when you realize his rough hand came down on your bum, spanking you hard.

“Ow!” you screech in pain yet pleasure, every vein in your body pumping blood faster and faster as you anticipate exactly why, of all people, you called Yoongi over.

He doesn’t even give you the time to come down from that spanking before he gives you another one. And another one. And another one.

“You ask me to come over after not talking to me for months, then beg me to fuck you. I give you what you want and you still have the audacity to be so rude to me?” He clicks his tongue loudly and immediately after the scolding, spanks you yet again. “Biting the hand that feeds you. Tsk. I should cum in that filthy mouth of yours for talking to me like this.”

He shoves his dick back inside without a warning and continues to assault your poor asscheeks, rough palms continuously coming down to your ass in loud smacks.

You hoarsely cry out under him, most likely from the embarrassment because thanks to that damn pill you might cum from just being spanked at this point.

As if he heard your thoughts, the spanking comes to an end and his hands are now flat on your back, keeping you pressed into the mattress with his weight while he starts fucking into you again. “You like getting fucked from the back, right?”

Your ass bounces back against his hips with each thrust, adding more and more sensations to your body. You’re not going to last for very much longer.

He mumbles, “No, that’s not it.” He leans forwards, pressing his chest into your back, lips grazing the shell of your ear and he places his hands against the mattress on each side of your waist, supporting his own weight. “You just love being fucked like a slut.”

Fuck.

“Isn’t that right? You don’t care in what position you get fucked in, as long as you’re getting fucked, hm? Like the horny slut you are.” He remembers exactly what you like and it’s embarrassing. “My slut, though. No one else’s.”

And you admit that yes, you wouldn't just want any stranger to talk to you like this.

It only works with Yoongi because he knows you. Because he understands you. Because he loves you.

Or he did once, at least.

But him showing up at your front door, no questions asked, 10 minutes after you asked him to, might be proof of something you both are trying to deny. Not like it matters.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan. You’ve already lost count but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s fucking you so good.

“Cumming so quickly from just being talked to like this. I bet you’ve missed my filthy mouth just as much as I missed yours,” he whispers into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin in a way only a lover should. “I fucking love it.”

The soft kissing and the low volume of his voice are a stark contrast to the rough pounding of his hips and the degrading words leaving his lips.

And you can’t help but love it.

“Tell me I’m right,” he demands as he picks up the pace, snaking one hand around to wrap around your throat and pull you up until the back of your head collides with his shoulder. “Tell me it’s true.”

Now with your orgasm approaching, he knows you’d do anything to get there.

He knows you too well.

“Fuck, I love it!” you cry as your nth orgasm washes over you, your body violently jerking under him from the overstimulation you’re experiencing.

“I know you do,” he chuckles as he fucks you through your orgasm. “That’s my girl. My fuckin’ girl.”

Fuck.

He has no idea what those words do to you.

Well, it’s Yoongi. He definitely knows what it’s doing to you.

Because you are not his girl. Not anymore.

But you don’t have the energy to correct him nor do you want to. Because at this moment, it feels like the two of you never separated. Like you never spent a day apart. All of the nostalgia, love and hate comes rushing back to you. Surely it’s that stupid pink pill’s fault.

He pulls out in a swift motion and turns you onto your side before he lies down behind you on his side as well, chest pressed into your back as he pulls you closer.

Fuck, how many positions is he going to fuck you in? Is he making up for all the time you spent apart?

Now that you’re in spooning position, he gently places his hand under your thigh and lifts it up to spread your legs. His hand leaves your thigh as he uses the same hand to guide his dick to your pussy again.

Your thigh almost wants to give out and drop, your chest still dramatically rising and falling as you chase your breath.

Another cocky chuckle rumbles in his chest at how you struggle to even move now, his hot breath draping over your neck and his hand returning to the same spot on your inner thigh as he lifts your leg again and pushes into you.

Your head falls back, falling deeper into his embrace and he welcomes that by pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “I don’t know how I survived all those months without y–” he pauses, “your pussy.”

Hmph. He’s the pussy if he doesn’t want to admit he misses you.

But then again, he was never that type. Yoongi was never the type to show his love through words but rather through actions and services, he had difficulties expressing his affection with words.

Like when it took him a year to say ‘I love you’ yet everyday after he came home from an exhausting day at work, he’d pull your feet into his lap and massage them in hopes of offering you some kind of relief.

Or when the topic of wedding vows came up and he said he finds them useless yet he’d buy you a fresh set of bouquets every week until down to the very week you broke up.

Or when he’d place a glass of water on your nightstand everyday when he left for work, whether he fucked the shit out of you the night before or not.

Yoongi always just showed you.

And now that he’s balls deep in your pussy, now that the effects of that pill are clouding your mind, now that his proximity is distorting your mind and setting all your nerve-endings alight again, you have to consciously stop yourself from asking him to come back home—back to you.

Your mind is so distorted that you don’t even recall the bad moments or the reason for your break up right now. You just miss him.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers in your ear, thrusting his hips into you at a considerably slower pace but by no means lacking in strength and passion.

“Like I’m fucking floating on a cloud,” you mumble back, body almost falling limp at his proximity and his dick rubbing your walls so deliciously.

He simply chuckles, “That’s what I like to hear.”

He continues to fuck into you, occasionally groaning and fondling your breast. “Fuck,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to the back of your neck.

“Yoongi, I–”

“I know.”

You don’t even know.

You don’t even know what you were going to say.

But his confident ‘I know’ proves to you that he knows.

Thanks to his slow pace, it takes your orgasm a little longer to approach and thank fuck for that.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he tells you, rubbing your tummy from the back. “Where do you want it?”

“I don’t care where you cum as long as you kiss me during it.”

Damn. Why the fuck would you say that?

Great. He just abruptly stopped thrusting. You’re such a fucking idiot.

You would have never been able to admit this if you didn’t take that stupid pill or even if you weren’t facing him with your back.

He swiftly pulls out and wraps his fingers around your bicep to turn you around, making you face him now. Still in spooning position but this time facing each other, he pulls you close, lifting your leg onto his hip as he guides his dick back into you and propping your head up on his bicep.

His hand finds its way back to your asscheek and squeezes the soft skin in his rough hand as he pulls you even closer, pressing your chest right into his.

“Cum with me, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He’s so mean for doing this. So mean for the things he says, so mean for fucking you exactly as you like it, so mean for making you feel like you still belong to him. Like he belongs to you.

He thrusts his hips into you faster and sure enough, the effects of the pill get to work because your stomach starts twisting from the inside immediately after the change of pace and his request of cumming together.

Your fucked out eyes meet his determined ones, staring into those black bottomless pits of his as he chases his own release.

He simply stares back, eyes occasionally dropping to your lips. In this moment, his eyes are everywhere you look, his breath hits every inch of your skin, his hand on your hip holds you so tightly that you think be might crack your hipbone. He’s inside your head. He’s everywhere. He’s everything.

It seems like he wants to say something but his attention gets disrupted by the sound of something buzzing on the nightstand behind you.

It’s his phone.

He tears his eyes away from yours, reaching for it whilst still being inside of you and by the guilty look on his face, it doesn’t take a genius to decipher it must be someone whose arms and bed he found comfort in after separating from you.

When he thinks you must’ve realized, he tosses his phone off the bed and returns his attention to you.

But he doesn’t owe you anything. Not an explanation. Not an apology. Not even love.

It’s quiet for a few moments, just your occasional soft moaning and his heavy breathing as you close your eyes to avoid his gaze.

Until you crack your eyelids open again and find out he’s been staring at you the entire time. Your walls tightly clench around him again, indicating your orgasm is close. “Just call me your girl again,” you whisper, allowing the vulnerability to escape your system once again.

Dumb bitch.

“You are. You are my girl,” is all he says before pressing his lips against yours as promised, grabbing a handful of your asscheek as he snaps his hips into yours and forces his tongue into your mouth.

You let his tongue force itself past your swollen lips, crying into his mouth as another orgasm sends electricity down all your limbs, making your brain explode with ridiculous amounts of dopamine and launching you straight to your Utopia.

You murmur some shit into his mouth that even you don’t understand, voice coming and going whenever it pleases, more and more slick gushing out of your completely drenched pussy. Tears continue to escape and roll down your temples, your nose is runny, your voice is hoarse.

A soft moan resounds in Yoongi’s throat when his own orgasm hits him, thrusts getting inconsistent and rough as he starts painting your walls with his warm cum, groaning loudly into your mouth which you happily welcome.

This is otherworldly.

Nothing will ever feel like this moment right here and you’re not sure whether you’ve accepted that yet.

He fucks both of you through your orgasms, pumping his load into you like it belongs inside of you and fuck, have you missed the feeling.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, creating a mess everywhere, his thrusting comes to a halt yet he never stops kissing you.

He curls his arm so your head shifts on his bicep even closer towards his face, keeping his dick buried in you, eliciting a simple sigh in content from the ex-girlfriend in his arms.

After an extra few minutes of nonstop making out with a man that was once yours, you’re the one that pulls away. Your stomach clenches with something you can’t describe when you watch him still chase your lips until he realizes you’ve pulled away, making him slowly open his eyes.

Is it guilt? Is it desire? Is it regret?

Fuck. Fuck. This whole idea just wasn’t smart.

You did your best to rid yourself of the stain he planted on you, closing the mark where he sunk his fangs so deeply into your skin, into your soul. You’re letting him reopen it and you’re so damn fucking stupid for it.

And you don’t understand why he’s the only one you want. No one else.

He stares at you for a moment before pressing his forehead against yours, still trying to catch his breath.

You stay unmoved for a few more moments before he delicately pecks your lips again and gently pulls his softening dick out of you, your nose scrunching when his load starts to leak out of you and onto your sheets.

He doesn’t say much else as he gets up from your bed, eyes searching the floor for something before he hunches over and slides his boxers back up his legs.

He leaves your bedroom without another word, making you simply frown at the ceiling but he quickly reappears with a glass of water and a damp towel.

He hasn’t changed a bit.

He takes care of you like nothing’s changed, cleaning your body up, changing the sheets while you don’t move a muscle, tucking you under the fresh covers and making sure you drink your water before opening the windows in an attempt to get some fresh air after you’ve fogged up the windows in the room.

He sits at the edge of your bed, gently tracing your hairline with the tip of his finger. “How are you feeling?”

If only he knew.

Your mouth slightly curls at the corners, a lazy smile plastered on your lips. “I feel amazing.”

Another sultry chuckle leaves his mouth as he nods his head in agreement.

This is nice.

But your mind changes when you silently watch him rising to his feet and slowly reaching for his clothes.

Ugh.

You’ve been vulnerable enough.

You asked him to come do one thing and he did it. You can’t ask much more of him.

But your heart works faster than your brain.

“Can you stay the night?” you quietly ask, fidgeting with your fingers under the sheets, relieved that he can’t see.

He glances at you over his shoulder, a frown on his brows. It seems like he thinks about it for a moment before parting pretty his lips to say, “What?”

Fuck.

Your voice goes even quieter, thinking of a way to reformulate the question. “Do you want to stay the night?”

He idly blinks at you, eyes staring straight into your soul as if you just asked him the most absurd question that you could’ve asked him. “Do you want me to?”

The neutral tone of his voice simply makes you shrug your shoulders in response, avoiding his intense gaze that always makes you feel like no one else exists in his mind but you.

Stupid.

“Y/N,” says Yoongi, quietly. Your eyes twinkle up at him, the clear look of a dilemma plastered on your face. He closes the distance between you two, hovering over your body before repeating his question with a bit more bluntness. “Do you want me to?”

Your swollen bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, veins pumping with anxiety and anticipation.

You sniffle a bit in hopes that it makes the tension and silence less awkward. “Yeah.”

Your eyes trail his features, remembering how gorgeous he actually is. How could you ever forget? His thick brows, his sharp eyes, his plump lips, his soft nose, his beautiful hair.

The next few words that leave his mouth rip you right out of your thoughts.

“Then I’ll stay,” he pauses, “for however long you want me to.”

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𝝑𝝔 son of Hades!Chris x mortal!fem!reader

𝝑𝝔 cw : forced marriage, coercion, kidnapping, Hades is an asshole, Chris isn't an asshole, Soft!Dom!Chris, Sub!Reader, daddy kink, dd/lg, fingering (r. rec), innocence kink, oral (r. rec), spanking, oral fixation, inexperienced! reader, d/s dynamics, age play (not super extreme), p in v, creampie (use protection!!), pussy spanking, pet names, degrading kink, praise kink, bulge kink, lmk if I missed anything!!

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You were always too busy to think about having boyfriends and sex and things that were normal for women of your age. You never thought it was weird how you avoided romance, even in your teenage years. You thought romance was stupid, and it would just get in the way of your goals.

You busted your ass to graduate valedictorian in college, countless sleepless nights and study sessions is what your life consisted of for four whole years.

You reminisced about your hard work every single day that you worked this stupid low level job. You worked for the largest construction company in the country, Erebus Construction Enterprises. It was owned by one of the wealthiest families in the nation, the Bahngs, the oldest son of the family being the current CEO and his father being the head chairman of the company.

"Y/n," your coworker snaps you out of your trance, "hey, there you are, the team was going to go get drinks tonight? Do you wanna join?"

"No thanks," you reject, "I have a project I have to complete."

Your coworker gives you a look of sympathy before grabbing her coat and clocking out.

You refocus on your project as the desks next to you become empty, workers clocking out, hoping to enjoy their long weekend. Not you though, you still had to finish typing up a paper for the marketing team and make a slideshow for the next accounting meeting.

Hours passed by as you kept typing on your computer. "You know work hours ended-," a voice begins, you snap your head up to look at the man who said it, you find a man in an all black uniform staring at you, he checks his watch, "- five hours ago," the man finishes.

"I'm just finishing up a paper and a slideshow for a meeting we have next Tuesday," you explain to the man.

You take a moment to stretch, leaning back in your rolling chair. "Your name is?" the man asks.

"Y/n Y/l/n," you introduce myself.

"Ah, just wanted to be sure," the man says.

It takes you a moment to register what he said and reply with, "wait what do you mean?"

"Follow me," he instructs.

When you don't follow after him he stops in his tracks, approaches you again and gives you a stern warning, "you should do what you're told, now come," he grabs my arm.

He drags you out into the hallway and the more you try to squirm and get away from him, the tighter his grip on your hand is. He pulls you into the elevator and presses one of the red buttons on the bottom.

You watch as the sign on the elevator changes from 'elevator' to 'hellevator'. "You might want to hold onto something," the man in black warns.

"Wha-" you begin.

Suddenly you're falling, well the elevator is falling. You scream as it plummets down. You don't know where it's taking you but your stomach sinks more every second you're falling.

Suddenly the elevator halts, and you have no time to brace yourself as you hit the floor. "Don't say I didn't warn you," the man chuckles lowly.

"What the fuck!" you scream, "what the fuck is this place!?"

"It's just hell, honey," he says the answer like it's obvious.

"What?" You look at him with shock and disbelief.

The elevator dings before the doors swing open, "don't go to the basement unless you want to meet Cerberus," the man gives a final warning before grabbing your purse and pulling out a quarter, "there that covers your fine," he hands me back my bag.

"My fine?" You question.

"You just crossed the River Styx, honey, I'm the ferryman," he says it like it's obvious.

You are given no warning before he pushes you out of the elevator, you try to run back inside, but the doors close before you can. You slide against the wall and cry.

You were in hell?

But why?

Ferryman? Cerberus? Like in Greek mythology, the spirit who helps the dead cross the River Styx, and the giant three-headed dog?

Your head fell into your hands and you tried to make sense of the whole situation. A tap on your shoulder causes you to look up, "please- just let me go home!" you plead through a sob.

The woman in front of you holds out her hand for you to take, when you don't take it she grabs your hand and pulls you with her.

She pulls you into a large dining room, the table is set with a collection of magnificent foods, there are four seats, none of them are full.

All of the windows are covered with curtains and the only light source in the room comes from the many candles scattered around the room.

The woman pulls you to one of the seats, and makes you sit down on the leather surface. "Who are you? Let me go!" you try and push the woman off you.

"Tch tch tch, silly girl," a deep voice scolds, "she's dead, she can't speak."

You look to find where the voice comes from, you find the man who spoke standing in a doorway. He wore a simple back suit with perfectly polished leather shoes and a clean haircut.

"Servant," he calls to the woman holding your wrist, "go fetch Chris and Persephone."

The woman bows to the man and lets go of your wrist before leaving out the door she brought you through. "Y/n Y/l/n," he says your name.

He crosses the space from the doorway to the seat directly in front of the one you were sat in. "Who-what are you?" you stutter.

"Well you could call me the devil, but I am not nearly as evil as him," he looks at you like you should know this like it is obvious and you should've known all along, "did the Ferryman not explain to you where you were?" he asks as he takes off the black blazer, placing it on the back of his chair.

"He just said we crossed the River Styx," you recall to the man.

"I see, still-," he pauses and opens a bottle of what looks like red wine before pouring it into one of the wine glasses, "you're a very intelligent young lady, I assume you realized where you were on your own."

"Why am I here?" I ask the man.

"Well it's a really long story, it started off with my nephew, he was given a message for me by these three old hags- that are referred to as the Fates. So being the messenger God and all, my nephew- Hermes- brought their letter to me," he takes a sip of the win before he continues, "imagine my surprise when that letter tells me the name of my eldest son's fated wife, and it turns out being your name. One of the new accounting hires," he man cocks his head.

"Y-you know me?" you mutter.

He hears you clearly though, "I know of every soul to exist, yes I know of you."

"W-why is this happening?" you inquire.

The man sighs, "like I said, you're fated to marry my oldest son," he replies.

"I-I c-can't be," you choke out, trying not to sob.

"Well unfortunately for you, you are," the man says dryly.

"S-so you're the devil?" I ask.

The man smirks, "Hades actually, Satan works in Tartarus exclusively," he explains.

"Hello darling," a woman says from the doorway.

She is utterly stunning, a small frame and dark brown eyes with red rosy cheeks and plump lips. "Hello Persephone," the man-Hades-greets.

The woman walks to your seat and wraps her arms around you, "hello y/n," she says as she hugs you tenderly.

Your words are caught in the back of your throat, "P-persephone?" you somehow are able to mumble.

"That's me, dear," she breaks away from you and walks to the other side of the table, sliding into the seat next to Hades.

"Where's Chris?" Hades asks her.

"He's in one of his moods, you know he doesn't want to do this, darling," Persephone says softly.

Hades rolls his eyes and whistles, within a millisecond a large wolf with red eyes is sitting beside your chair, "go get Chris," Hades tells the ferocious looking dog.

The dog trots away, out the doorway. "Oh, y/n dear, help yourself to the food," Persephone says gently.

You look at the meal prepared on the table in front of you. "B-but I d-don't want to have to stay here like you do," you confess to the woman.

"Don't worry about that dear, besides that whole myth is just a lie, Hades didn't force me to live down here," Persephone calmly corrected.

"Yeah, but he coerced you, I read the story, you were kidnapped by him and Zeus and they brought you down here and you accidentally ate a pomegranate and now you have to stay down here for 3 months every year," you clear your throat then continue, "and those 3 months are known as winter because your mother, Demeter, won't tend to the crops, that's why they all die."

"You haven't the slightest idea of what truly happened," Persephone says firmly, "I chose to stay with Hades on my own volition, winter happens because my mother takes a break during those three months. And Hades and his brother never kidnapped me."

Your mouth falls slightly agape as you listen to her.

"Oh," you say when she finishes talking.

"Yeah," she clears her throat.

"Dad, I told you," a voice comes from the doorway, you turn to look at the man, he was handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes, "I'm not doing this," he continues.

"You don't have a choice," Hades tells him, "now, sit."

The man reluctantly takes the seat next to you, and gives you a quick glance. "Y/n you really should eat," Persephone insists, "it's very good."

"Do you promise me that if I eat I won't be stuck here for forever," you ask her.

"You won't be stuck here forever," she promises.

You hesitantly reach across the table and grab a serving of the food, putting it on your plate and taking a small bite.

The food was delicious, the best you've had in your life. "It's good isn't it?" Persephone asks.

"The best," you compliment.

"Well, Chris, aren't you going to say anything to her?" Hades asks the man next to you.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I don't want to get married."

Hades' first slams onto the table, "Chris that is enough. You know your fate, she knows hers. There is not a choice in this matter," his voice booms.

Persephone gently rubs circles on Hades' shoulder, trying to calm him. "Y/n," she begins, "once dinner is over, you and Chris will be going back to his house, it's just a short boat ride away, if you would like anything you can write to Hephaestus," she explains.

"What about my apartment? And my job?" you ask.

"This is your home now," Hades says, rubbing his temple, "you can visit Earth anytime you like, but you must come back here before dark."

A clock on the wall chimes ten times, "well it is time for you two to go," Hades instructs Chris and you.

Chris sits up and looks at you before extending his hand for you to take. He senses your caution and smiles at you, trying to make you feel more calm.

"Go with him now, y/n, or else," Hades warns.

You hesitantly take his hand and he swiftly leads you out of the dining room and through the house, he opens the front door and steps out with you, the same man that brought you down here is standing on a boat that is floating in that is floating on a glowing surface.

Chris lifts you up onto the boat before climbing in himself. "Where to?" the ferryman asks.

"666 Hellside lane," Chris says to the man.

Chris pulls a coin out of his pocket and hands it to the man. The ferryman begins rowing the boat and you and Chris just stand in silence.

You take in the scenery, large pits of fire with people burning in them next to large pits with meadows and people running around happily. You look into the large pit of fire, seeing the pain and agony on the people's faces as they burn, you reach out for them, wanting to help but a firm grasp on your extended wrist stops you from being able to reach them. "Don't," Chris warns.

"They're suffering," you try to plead with him, pleading for people you don't even know.

"And for a good fucking reason, they lived evil lives," Chris explains.

"B-but they were still just people," you swallow the lump in your throat.

"Bad people," Chris reminds you, "the morals of your world don't always apply down here, but I know for a fact that all the souls in that burning pit deserve to be down there, burning."

You blink at the man, "is that where I'll go? Will you send me there?"

"Never," he replies immediately, "in no reality would I make you suffer like them."

"W-would your father s-send me there?" you ask with teary eyes at the thought.

Chris gently cups your face, "don't worry about my father, I won't let him hurt you."

You nod and Chris wipes a tear that had fallen with his thumb.

The boat stopped and Chris got off first, he lifted you up and helped you down off the boat afterwards. You looked up at the large house in front of you. Ornate and beautiful on the outside. Chris opened the front door and you walked in before he closed the door behind the two of you.

The living room was magnificent, high ceilings with stained glass windows, a large couch in the middle and a fireplace across from it. "Woah," you gawk.

After a moment of silence, Chris speaks, "your room is down there," he points down the hallway with one door at the end.

"My room?" you ask.

"Yeah," he says softly, "all yours," he smiles.

"B-but what about you?" you ask.

"My room is upstairs, it's the first room on the right," he informs.

"Oh," you say.

"Yeah, just make yourself comfortable, sweetheart, and if there's anything you need, I'll just be in my room or in my office," he explains softly.

He starts to walk away, "wait!" you call to him, he turns around and looks at you, "my cats, Cookie a-and Oreo- they're still on Earth, I-I don't want them to be lonely or g-go hungry," you tell him.

"I'll go get them for you," he instantly replies.

"They can come down here?" you ask enthusiastically.

Chris walks to you and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, "of course they can, I do have a dog though, but she's really friendly, her name is Berry, she's probably playing outside," he tells you, "I'll go and get your cats and bring them back here."

"O-okay, t-thank you," you thank him.

He smiles softly and leaves out the front door. You stand there for a moment, not knowing what to do with yourself, before you decide to check out your bedroom.

You open the door and look around, it looked similar to your bedroom back on Earth. You opened one of the doors in the room to see a huge walk in closet. Multiple floors tall and full of any types of clothes you could think of.

You open another door to see a whole on-suite bathroom. With a huge shower and a jacuzzi tub.

You walk back into the closet, looking for a pair of pajamas. You find a key pad with many buttons, you cautiously press the button that says 'sleepwear' and the closet starts to move around.

The many racks of clothing shuffle around for a moment before the sliding doors open, revealing all kinds of pajamas.

You opt for a blue matching silk pajama set, you slip the clothes on and decide to look around the house that was now yours. You opened one of the large doors that lead to a large grassy area that was fenced in with a metal gate. You take a seat on the back porch, close your eyes, and try to wrap your mind around the day you had.

You hear a dog bark beside you and you open your eyes to see a dog with three heads staring at you. Your first reaction is to scream, not used to the supernatural sight. But one of the dog's heads starts licking your face, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

You sit up and look at the small dog, you look at the large collar around it's neck and read the name. "Berry," you say the dog's name out loud.

The dog perks up and jumps into your lap, "hi, Berry," you coo, "aren't you gorgeous," you say as you pet her.

You sit with the three-headed dog until you hear the back door open, Chris leaning against the door frame carrying your two cats, one in each hand.

Berry rushes to Chris' side, her tail wagging a mile a minute.

You sit up and walk to Chris, gently taking your cat, Oreo, from his arms, give Oreo a kiss and gently pet him. "Thank you," you thank Chris again.

"Don't mention it," he smiles.

You step inside and Chris closes the door behind the two of you. You put Oreo down on the ground and Berry begins sniffing the black and white cat. You turn back to Chris and he hands you your Tortoiseshell cat, Cookie.

You kiss Cookie before you put her on the ground, Berry sniffing her now as well. "You really aren't like your dad," you figure, talking about Chris.

"I hope I'm not," he chuckles lowly, he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, "you should get some sleep, sweetheart," he suggests, "we can talk more in the morning okay?"

He walks you to your room, "wake me up if you ever need anything, my love," he says softly.

You step into your room and Chris closes the door. You hear his footsteps as he walks away from the door.

You did try to sleep, you really did. But you found yourself tossing and turning on the large bed rather than sleeping.

You contemplate waking Chris up for a good ten minutes before deciding you would just watch something on the TV in the living room.

You sat up and walked into the living room, you sat on the large, black, leather couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV.

You flipped through channels until you settled on a random channel in a random language you couldn't understand.

"Darling?" you hear Chris' voice.

You watch the man as he walks down a pair of stairs, rubbing his eyes, wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants and a pair of red slippers.

"What're you doing up?" he asks softly.

"C-couldn't sleep," you explain quietly.

You had been living in the same house as Chris for a few days, and you finally were able to sleep in your bed at night.

A knock on your door is what woke you up, you sat up and rubbed your eyes while the door creaked open, "honey," Chris calls out to you.

"Mhm," you grunt sleepily.

"Hey, I got you a present," he explains.

You rise up out of bed and let Chris lead you to where the present is. He has you sit down on the couch and close your eyes and you feel a weight being put on your extended hands. "Okay, you can open your eyes now," Chris says.

You slowly open your eyes and look at the box in your hands, you look up at him before you open the pretty black box. You look at the ticket stubs for a moment, and read the text. Concert tickets, for your favorite band.

"D'you like them?" Chris asks.

"Like them? Chris-" the words are caught in your throat, "I love them," you smile.

"I-I got you two, that way you can go with one of your friends on earth," he grins.

"I- thank you," you thank him, you throw your arms around him in a warm embrace.

"Of course, my love, anything for you," he says dutifully.

Chris showed you over and over again that he would give you anything and everything your heart would desire.

From making a whole art studio in your shared house because you once mentioned that you liked painting during a dinner conversation.

To giving you a phone so you could talk to your friends who were on Earth.

There was no doubt, he cared for you. And you couldn't help but care for him as well.

"Guess who," you peek your head into Chris' office.

He was sitting at his desk with papers laid out over the surface.

"Hey, sweet girl," he hums when he sees you.

He motions you over and you obey, he taps his thigh for you to sit on, and you do. His arm rests on your waist, and you watch as he works. "What'cha doin?" you ask him.

"Finishing up some paperwork for the company," he explains, "did you need anything, honey?" he asks.

You shake your head, "no, jus' wanted to be close to you," you confess.

Chris cocks a brow, "yeah?" he coos gently.

You nod, "yeah, I like being around you."

A smile breaks out onto his face and he turns his full attention to you. "I like being around you too," he confesses.

Later that night you find yourself in your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You felt hot all over as you thought about Chris, how caring he was, how handsome he was, how dominant he was.

You hadn't felt that way before, what were you supposed to do? That was the first night you felt the intense wanting for Chris. And it certainly wasn't your last.

Every night for the next week you'd think of Chris, you would feel tingly all over, to the point where it drove you crazy. You didn't know what to do with this feeling that was coming from your cunt.

You knock on the door to Chris' bedroom, you hear footsteps before Chris opens up the door, "honey, hey what's going on?" he asks when he sees the tears in your eyes, concern laced in his voice.

"I feel weird," you sniffle.

"Oh, sweet girl," he coos, he gently pulls you into his room and pulls you onto his chest, "tell me what's going on?" he requests.

"I just keep feeling weird, a-and I d-dunno what t'do," you confess.

"Feel weird where?" he inquires.

Your face goes red and you whisper to him, "my- y'know."

He looks at you for a moment before breaking out into a fit of laughter, you swat at him, "I'm being serious!" you whine.

"You haven't like-" he pauses, "masturbated before?"

You shake your head no, and watch as his face breaks out into a look of realization. You tuck your head into his chest as blush creeps onto your face. "Hey, shh, it's okay honey, don't be embarrassed," Chan reassures.

He tilts your chin up so you're looking at him, "whatever you want, I'll give it to you," he hums, his thumb gently caressing your chin.

"Daddy," the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself.

Chris groans before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, he quickly pulls away before looking in your eyes again. He only looks at you momentarily before pulling you back in for another, more heated, kiss.

That night Chris watched as you touched yourself, gently talking you through the new feelings and watching as you writhed around on his bed from the pleasure.

You heard the front door open and sprung up from your place on the couch to see Chris walk inside. He had just gotten back from work. He looked exhausted from the day's activities. "Chri-" you begin but he cuts you off by crossing the space between the two of you and slamming his lips onto yours.

"Daddy-" you mumble against his lips.

"Hmm?" Chris hums.

"Wanna help you relax," you mutter.

"Just let me kiss you honey," he insists, "let me give you special kisses."

"Special kisses?"

"Yeah," he hums, he pulls your pants down without warning.

Staring at your cunt, he gently kisses your mound over your panties. "I'm the only one who can kiss you here, you understand?" he growls.

"Yes," you whine.

Chris pulls your panties to the side before placing a tender kiss on your clit.

You moan and your fingers run through his hair, "that's a good girl," Chris hums.

You feel two of his fingers press into your entrance and you squirm around due to the unfamiliar sensation. "Daddy," you whine.

Chris' plump lips keep sucking on your clit while one of his fingers pistons in and out of your cunt. One finger turns into two, two into three, until you're gushing all over his face without a chance to warn him.

"That's it," he coos, "such a sweet little pussy," he groans, fingering you through your orgasm.

He places a kiss above your mound before slapping your pussy. You jolt at the contact and watch as Chris sits up and pulls his pants down.

"Here you go honey, gonna give you a treat for being a good little girl for me," he muses.

He strokes his fat cock in front of you before lining it up at your soaking entrance. "Daddy-" you whine.

"Daddy's here, don't worry babydoll," he hums as he pushes into you.

You squirm around as you feel more and more of his cock enter you. "That's it, take it like the slut that you are," Chris spits.

The only thing leaving your mouth at this point is broken cries of Chris' title. Chris sets a menacingly fast pace, pounding into you with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

You feel as his hands run down your stomach, stopping on your lower tummy, "I can fucking feel myself inside you," Chris comments.

You move your hand down and feel the area where his cock is bulging in and out of you. "Oh my god!" you scream as you cum around him.

"That's it, atta girl," he praises, "let me fill you up, let daddy pump a baby into his sweet little girl."

"Yes," you whine, "f-fuck a baby into me w-wan' you t'fill me up please!" you beg.

Chris' movements become sporadic and you start to feel his hot cum seeping into you. He keeps fucking into you as he cums, making sure you take each last drop of his seed.

Honestly, hell wasn't even hotter than Christopher Bahng.

*inhales* WOMEN

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Princess Jaehaera Targaryen and her twin brother, Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen and Prince Aegon Targaryen with his younger brother, Prince Viserys Targaryen, if they had grown up together.

[REPOSTED WITH PERMISSION. ART BY CRAZYTOM]

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Morning

Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader (Kintsugi couple!)

Genre: pwp/smut, established relationship

Summary: Yoongi's favourite way of starting the day

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), it's first thing in the morning, there are two orgasms

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: me: i'm so glad to be able to focus on writing for other chracters! I'm taking a break from teh Kintsugi couple! Also me: finishes the series and immediately writes another thousand words for them. 🤡🤡🤡 you really don't have to have read Kintsugi for this, at all, because it is literally pwp but if you HAVE read it, y'know, enjoy this snippet of their relationship (about a year in, fwiw).

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You woke to Yoongi’s hand cupping your breast, his body pressed against you. You hummed. 

“Is that for you or for me?” you mumbled with your face smushed into the pillow, eyes still closed. 

“Me,” came the answer, more alert than yours, more awake. It was followed by a kiss to the back of your jaw, below your ear, in exactly the spot that always made you shiver. This morning was no exception. 

You hummed again, unconvinced. Especially when he kissed your neck and brushed over your nipple with his fingers – far too deliberate a gesture to have been accidental. 

“Baby,” you said, trying to make it sound like a warning, succeeding in only making it sound moaned. 

Yoongi hummed, a little buzz against your skin that made the hair of the back of your neck stand up. He continued to play with your tits, gently, teasing, squeezing just enough to get the smallest noise from you (involuntary, accidental, just like the way your thighs squeezed together and your stomach dropped).  

“If you keep that up, you know you’re going to have to fuck me.” 

You felt Yoongi’s lips stretch into a smile as he chuckled. 

“Is that a promise?” 

You rolled onto your back to face him and he was grinning at you, not the slightest hint of remorse on his face for waking you up with his dick hard and pressed between you.  

“You’re incorrigible,” you told him, nevertheless rewarding his behaviour with a kiss. 

“You love me,” he returned and you couldn’t deny it.  

You let him snake his tongue into your mouth and move his hands down your side until he was pulling at you, twisting you so your bodies pressed together, chest to chest, and you hooked a leg over his hip. It was accidental, too, when your hips tipped, rolling against his clothed cock. At least it was accidental at first, but then you were chasing it, tugging at his hair and sucking at his tongue, swallowing his groans as he moved his kisses down your neck, as he sucked your nipple into his mouth and bit down gently around it. He pushed you onto your back again and continued south down your sleep-warmed skin, so hot that the wet trail of his tongue almost steamed.  

He didn’t bother pulling your underwear down, just pressed his mouth against it so it was wet from both inside and out. He liked working you over like this, like a taster, a preview, the cotton gusset of your underwear a barrier to sensation, so that he could take them off and do it all over again.  

He didn’t even touch you, kept his hands on your thighs, his fingers gripping tight while you ached with a sharp, tight emptiness, squeezing nothing, soaking through your underwear.  

Yoongi ran his tongue over it, sucked at it, moaned at the taste of you. He felt a boiling in his abdomen that screamed at him to undress you fully, properly, to lick through your folds and tongue-fuck you until you soaked his face. He knew, though, that what he wanted was too much for you, that he could spend an hour with his head between your thighs but you couldn’t. So he did this. He made you squirm and squeal and come with a safety net, with his hands gripping you tight enough to cramp so that he wouldn’t move them, with his mouth watering, sucking at the cotton trap like he was dying of thirst.  

And then when you sighed and your hands released the sheets from tightly-clenched fists and your gasping breaths got deep and heavy, he peeled your underwear down your legs and took a second to palm over his own wet boxers, his cock hard and leaking and just as desperate for you as his mouth.  

You had never liked overstimulation. You were sensitive enough as it was and you just couldn’t take it, but Yoongi’s tongue was so soft against you that you almost couldn’t feel it there at all. He was so slow and so gentle with you, turning you on over a gentle simmer, lapping at you carefully, considerate, using all his patience to delay the gratification of the moment when he got to suffocate in you, drown in your juices, and feel your thighs clamp together over his ears so that he could hear nothing but the boom of his heart and roaring of his blood.  

You could die from this – you thought it every single time. Your blood was at a rolling boil, steam rising from your body like an actual animal in heat, your pleasure shimmering at the surface like sunlight sparkling on a deep, dark pool. You could never tell the exact moment it began to climb; the flames licking up around you started to burn and sizzle, but you were already so hot, you didn’t notice until you were on fire. Then it was just white-hot pleasure. It was just Yoongi’s mouth, not so gentle anymore, his face pressed into the apex of your thighs, his face smeared and sticky, the groans he couldn’t keep to himself reverberating a tantalising buzz across your cunt.  

Then he finally moved his hands, first pushing your thighs even further apart, then pushing inside you, not just one and not just two but three fingers, for the fullness and the stretch that made you arch your back off the mattress, that made you cry out as he pressed those three fingers hard against your front wall, as he sealed his lips tight around your clit, and as he made you see god for the thousandth time.  

You’d never exactly been quiet, but you’d never been loud either. Before Yoongi. You made the effort, at first, to make more noise, because you wanted him to know what he was doing to you, wanted him to know that every whimper, whine, and moan was just for him; you used to drag his name from the depths of your chest as you came, claiming him as yours, letting him know. He didn’t need the reassurance – that you quickly learnt – but you did it anyway and then he started to respond in kind and the noises he made were nothing short of exquisite so you kept it up.  

And now you barely noticed the noises you were making, could hardly hear them over the hammering of your heart in your chest. You heard them only distantly, muted, like from another room or another realm, one in which you still had control of yourself, in which you weren’t writhing and keening and climbing up the bed as lights popped in front of your eyes. You came with your feet planted, lifting your entire body up and Yoongi followed, sucking and pressing and drooling until you closed your legs around him, felt his ears against your thighs, and flopped back, dizzy and lead-limbed.  

“Baby,” you gasped, twitching your fingers (the only part of your body you could move), encouraging Yoongi back up the bed, back to your mouth so you could kiss him. 

“Morning.” 

I was bored af and I counted how often he said Fuck/Fucking and it was 46 times.

you did WHAT. uhm 💀 WOW. okay shit well i just finished the next drabble and we've only got about 38 fucks here. wait im still not over this you did WHAT??

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