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Fragmentation 0.6 - JJK

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,269

AN: We are now jacking back into “The Matrix” with Jungkook. The heaviness with his story rivals Yoongi’s, but that’s my own personal opinion on the matter. Again, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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would you be able to write more of jinxoc from little snuggles? it was so cute

Rating: G // SFW

Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC

Warnings: Thunderstorms? Person walking around in the dark? Kim Seokjin being dumb. I have no idea

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,111

AN: I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO OBLIGE! I went a little further into it but I hope you like it!

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It was just going to be a quick nap. 

The day had been long and with the storm rolling in, your body felt heavy and unresponsive when you had finally drug it into your apartment. It was lucky that you had gotten there to shuck off the wet clothes and take a hot shower before it had started to really storm outside. The apartment was fairly quiet since the Nunnehi had left and honestly, it was a bit duller without them there. However, you couldn’t really have them stay there forever--knowing that eventually they would have to return. 

Your bed seemed so much bigger without them to sneak themselves onto it. The stress of the day started to leave your body, your eyes drifting down as you thought about them. Were they ok? Did they get back safely?

Did they miss you?

You woke up to find that your hair had been wrapped up and a warm smell was coming through the door. Panicking, you racked your brain as you tried to remember if you had turned on the oven. Regardless if you did or not, the covers were flung off of you as you threw open the door to race to the kitchen. The oven was on but there were no signs of smoke and as you pressed the buttons to turn it off--there had been something that you noticed about the rest of the kitchen. 

Flour was peppered on the sink and on counters, the once empty sink had dishes in there as if someone had prepared something. There was also a stray cabinet open, which you found that out when you turned and hit your knee on it. A growl escaped you as you clutched the injured knee, crouched over in pain. It suddenly hit you that these little things was a sign that someone else was in there with you. Hope sparked in your chest that they had come back to you but as you opened up all the cabinets, that hope bled away with each one you found to be empty of their tiny bodies. 

Standing up, you started to clean the mess that was made. It still bothered you that all that mess was there but before you could get into it, a lighting bolt struck a transformer and caused the apartment to be plunged into darkness. A startled scream came out and had you knee the cabinets again. You just sat there, trying to catch your heartbeat and breath from the sudden scare. However, in the silence, you thought you heard a familiar voice. 

“Miss? Where are you?”

“Jin?”

Jumping up, you felt along the walls until there was a body in your way. Confused, you had to back up--a feeling of dread washing over your chest because Jin never was that big. Another lighting strike illuminated the room and you saw a flash of a man there in your living room. Screaming again, you threw your hands up and attempted to get away but his hands gripped your elbows. You struggled so fiercely that the both of you ended up tumbling down, not hearing anything that the man had to say. There was a moment where you thought that your elbow smashed into his face, causing him to let you go with a yelp. The lights popped back on in that moment, eyes painfully trying to adjust to the sudden light. 

“Ow, ow, ow. I wanna be small again!”

There on the ground, after you had backed up as far as you could, was Jin but instead of him being small--he was now nearly six foot tall. He held his face in his hands, tears in his eyes and a lovely pout on his lips. 

“Oh.. my.. God…” You slowly reached out for him, not believing what you were seeing. Carefully, as if he would disappear like smoke, you touched his face and made sure that he was indeed solid. “Y-You’re ….. BIG!”

He scoffed, still sore about you attacking him but that scoff turned into a laugh when you threw your body on him. He hugged you back just as eagerly as you were, relief and happiness trading between the both of you. 

“Thank goodness I came back today. I know how much you hate storms…” He pulled back from the hug and gently took off the towel that had been knocked askew in the scuffle. His fingers ran through your still damp hair, ruffling it and giving it some body as he looked down at you. “Plus, what were you thinking? Coming home and leaving your hair wet like that? You could have caught a cold!”

His scolding made you laugh, prompting another hug. He smelled of the earth, dark and musky but with a hint of spice. It tickled your nose as you held onto him, not quite wanting the moment to end. He enveloped you in his arms again, resting his head on yours--giving out a deep sigh. 

“I wanted to hug you like this for so long but now that I get to…” He crushed you to his new body for a moment, his voice starting to tremble a bit, “I want to be big like this for you forever.”

Suddenly, he wasn’t there. Your arms enclosed themselves around your own body and you opened your eyes, your breath drawing in at the sudden emptiness. Tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, worried that he finally left or that it was a dream. A small pat on your leg caused you to look down, the clothes that he was previously wearing crumpled around your body but showcasing Jin as his normal size. He placed his cheek against your leg, closing his eyes and hugging what he could. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stay big..”

You scooped him up in your hands and gave him another light kiss, the tears that were threatening to spill over--finally dropping down your cheeks. Jin grew concerned and put his tiny hands on your cheeks, his own tiny kiss making them fall even faster. 

“It’s ok. I’m just glad that you’re back.”

“That’s right! And the others are going to show up soon too! I heard you turned off the oven, though.”

The little apartment felt like home again. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he pushed up his white robes that appeared on his body when he returned to normal size to help wash. He looked up at you and pouted again, his little cheeks sticking out.

“But then you hit me! I just can’t believe that! I’m telling the rest this when they get here.”

“Ok, Jin.”

Infinitatem Venatus

The Infinity Game

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: AngelsandDemons! AU | angst | romance | drama

Pairing: OT7 x [Reader/Layla/Saoirse] 

Warnings: Strong Language, extreme angst, violence, Jin is Lucifer. Jin is the Devil. [just making sure that’s out there], religious undertones [things have been embellished/changed to fit the nature of the story]

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Firstly -  there are bold and italicized phrases scattered throughout. That is meant to represent Hoseok speaking to [reader] as these moments are happening throughout the day! Second, shout out to @aroseforyoongi​ for requesting a drabble for the 100 follower special. If it weren’t for that drabble? I probably wouldn’t have mustered the courage to even pull this AU to Tumblr. And @moccahobi​ cause Hobi is a bad ass. Issa lot. Thanks to Admin E for the beta-panache! And to Admin L who wanted a saucier Devil Jin.  Enjoy!

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There was a line drawn in the sand.

Pain. 

“Moloch, did you really think I’d let you have her?” Hoseok’s voice was a deep; raspy growl. A sound that you weren’t used to hearing. Not your Hobi. He couldn’t possibly sound like this. He wasn’t capable of such vehemence, right? But it was him. It was Hoseok hovering above you. His eyes blazing a fiery gold as his hands clenched and unclenched at his side. The air stirring with each flap of the large white wings protruding from his back.

The demon across from him smirked, tapping a finger against a bloodied lip. “If I knew she was the key to getting you to play with me, I’d have attempted to grab her sooner.” The sulfurous stench of the underworld was thick in the air, and it made you nauseous. Moloch’s blood-red gaze landed on you, causing you to back up just a hair more. 

You didn’t care that your hands were shredded. A trickle of blood from your ears left you disoriented from the previous explosion. Hoseok snapped his fingers rapidly in front of Moloch. “Eyes here, asshole. I’m going to tell you one more fucking time, Moloch. If you risk the game, if you test me any further…I will kill you,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

Moloch looked taken aback by the words coming out of Hoseok’s mouth. After a moment, he scoffed at the malevolence oozing from the archangel. “You love her.” The demon said, puzzled as a muscle ticked near Hoseok’s jaw. He looked down at you; just as bewildered at Hobi’s behavior. “I’ll be damned! You fucking love her!” Moloch pointed and howled his amusement, a devious glint sparkling in his crimson eyes. “She probably doesn’t know, does she ..Hobi?” The demon’s tone was smug.

Hoseok swallowed thickly, turning his gaze to you. “Moloch…leave before I make a scene.” Moloch held up his hands in mock defeat. 

“Fine, Hoseok. Have it your way…” The large black wings spread as the demon hovered. “…you may love her, but her soul is still up for grabs. So you better let her know what’s at stake, Hoseok. The game is still afoot.” Moloch narrowed his eyes before shooting skyward with what seemed to be a mere quiver of his wings.

A game set in motion before the advent of humanity.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,168

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​

CHAPTER 35:  House of Cards

“As time passes by We only mess it up even more.”

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Autopilot - Jimin (M)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for your friend Jimin, and that comes with fantasies - ones you’d never dare tell another soul. So when you’re all caught up in Dark Souls and your friend Chihye starts asking you about him, your mind turns to autopilot and your secrets are revealed to more than one...

Genre: Smut

Warnings: dirty talk and mild body worshiping

Word Count: 2.8K

Link to the YouTube video for this one-shot!

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A curse slipped out past your lips as the familiar sound of your character’s death thrummed through your speakers, filling your ears with the morbid tune, the words “YOU DIED” appearing on your TV screen. You dropped your controller on the bed and slipped your hands into your hair, frustrated with yourself as the game began to load your respawn ever so slowly. A snicker from beside you drew your attention away and you couldn’t help but stare at your friend as she laughed at your embarrassing attempt to take on the boss known as Kalameet. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chihye teased, rolling her eyes at you as she sat up. “It’s not my fault you suck.”

“Thanks, Chihye. That makes me feel much better,” You said sarcastically, glancing back at the TV to see that you had already respawned. You quickly grabbed your controller and readied yourself to take on the boss again, even though a lingering voice in the back of your head screamed “give up!” 

“Hey, maybe this time actually do some damage,” Chihye said and laid back down, grabbing her phone to scroll through her timeline again, like she always did. You reached around to grab one of your pillows and smacked her in the face with it, but by the time she got up to yell at you, you were already engrossed back in your game, blocking out all external distractions. “Pussy.”

“Eat my ass,” You snapped back at her. “I’ll have you know this is the hardest boss and he hits fucking hard, so be a little more understanding, okay?”

“Fine.” Chihye groaned loudly and rolled onto her side, watching you make your way down the ladder to approach the black dragon. You honed in onto the dragon, drawing your weapon to make a swift approach. It swiped its claws at your character, but your reflexes allowed you to press down on the buttons of your controller, letting you roll out of the way in time to avoid its attack. A sudden buzz on the blanket beside you caught your attention just for a split second, but you were able to regain your focus, dodging a deadly attack just in time. 

Chihye scrambled to sit up and picked up your phone, looking at the notification on the screen. From the corner of your eye, you could see a deathly smirk overtaking her face. She laughed to herself and held your phone closer to her face. You always wondered how she still had perfect vision even though she stared at her phone screen all day. Then again, you weren’t that different with your video games.

“Jimin texted you. He says he’ll be here in five minutes,” Chihye read aloud. “Ooh, let’s see what little old Y/N has been talking about with her boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You said automatically, still focused on the game. You jumped slightly as the dragon flew into the air and let down a devastating breath attack, taking down half of your health within seconds.

“Well, you still like him.”

“I don’t, Chihye,” You lied through your teeth.

“Seriously? Who calls their friend at 2 in the morning and stays on the phone with them for almost four hours? You don’t even do that with me! It’s a sign!”

“Yes, it’s a sign that you’re delusional,” You snorted, earning a groan from your roommate. 

“No, you’re delusional. It’s obvious you like him,” Chihye insisted, slipping your phone into your lap. With one hand, you grabbed your phone and set it aside on the bedside table, all the while still playing your game with your other hand. Chihye noticed and whistled, brushing off your shoulder. “Look at you.” You smiled and glanced over at her before returning to the screen. “Anyways, don’t try and run away from this. You like him. It’s obvious.”

“And how is it obvious?” One more strike had finally brought the black dragon to half its health, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at your accomplishment. You looked to Chihye, expecting her to congratulate you on getting this far, but she stayed in her own little fantasy world.

“One, you always talk about him. Two, you are always talking him. Three, when you’re not with me, you’re with him. Four, I just know.”

“I just know,” You repeated in a mocking tone, wincing when Chihye slapped the side of your arm.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me. I know a lot more about relationships than you do, missy.”

“Of course you do, you’ve been with like 12 guys this year alone.”

“And you’ve been with…” You turned to glare at her, but she gave you a shit-eating grin, one that you couldn’t fight because you knew it was true. You simply huffed in defeat and twisted your head back to the TV. “Exactly. A grand total of one.”

A moment of silence took over the room, the only sound being the game’s soundtrack and sound effects playing through your speakers. You shifted uncomfortably, your mind wandering to Jimin. God, you really did like him. Hell, maybe you even loved him. But you had no chance. Jimin was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. With those looks, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been with every person at your university. You considered yourself lucky to even be able to be called his friend.

“Even if I did like him, I’d have no chance,” You said suddenly, startling Chihye slightly. She tilted her head and pouted, then leaned back into the pillows at the head of your bed. A small frown decorated your lips, but you pushed your feelings aside and focused on your game again. 

“How long have you two been friends again?” Chihye asked.

“Since freshman year,” You answered in a monotonous tone, your brain automatically turning to autopilot as you were engrossed in the game completely. 

“And you met-”

“In my Programming course. We got paired for a project.”

“So almost two years. And you never, not once, felt anything for him?” Chihye continued, pushing for more answers.

“I mean, yeah I liked him for a while, but it just kind of went away on its own,” You explained, cutting yourself off with a curse as you took a particularly hard hit from the boss.

“Did you ever want to kiss him?”

“Have you seen his lips?” You smiled to yourself, thinking about his beautiful pink, plump lips. It’s all you could focus on when he was talking, and you’d often have to snap yourself out of your trance before he got the chance to notice you staring.

“Have you ever wanted to sleep with him?”

“I think everyone does.”

“You still wanna fuck him?”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” You hummed, smiling as the health bar of the boss dropped to less than a quarter of its fullness. 

“Have you ever had a wet dream of him?” Chihye asked, a small smirk painting her lips as she watched you answer without even thinking.

“Yeah, a couple,” You admitted.

“You ever touch yourself thinking of him?”

“Of course.”

“Did you ever- oh shit.”

Chihye stared towards the door, and it took her a few seconds to process what she was seeing before tapping on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off, but cheered out a silent “yes!” as the dragon boss fell to the ground, the triumphant music playing in the background as the words “VICTORY ACHIEVED” popped up. You set your controller down and turned to Chihye, who looked like she had just seen a ghost. 

“What?” You questioned. She lifted her hand and pointed her finger to the doorway, and as you turned your head to see what she was pointing at, a familiar face filled your view. Your heart dropped at the sight of Jimin standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he stared at you. Something was different in his eyes. You froze for a moment, thinking back to what you were saying before. You quickly clasped your hand over your mouth and stared at Chihye, who was just shaking her head in disappointment. “How long has he been there?”

“Long enough,” Jimin said in a low tone. Chihye hurried to stand up and grab her bag, rushing to put on her sandals. 

“Where are you-” 

“Oh, look at the time! I’m totally late for my class,” Chihye laughed.

“But, Chi, it’s Sunday, we don’t have any-”

“Haha, I would love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go. Bye!” Chihye rushed out of the room, stopping behind Jimin to give you a wide smile and a thumbs up before running off. You groaned and buried your face in your palms, listening to Jimin walking closer. The bed sank down slightly, indicating he had sat beside you.

“You beat Kalameet?” Jimin asked, picking up your controller. You snapped your hands away from your face, embarrassed of the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at a quick rate. 

“U-Um yeah,” You said nervously. “Just beat him.”

“Good job. He’s a tough one.” Jimin smiled as he handed you the controller. You reached over to take the controller, jumping slightly when his skin touched yours, undoubtedly burning from the embarrassment. “I still have to beat him.”

“I guess it just takes practice.” 

Jimin suddenly leaned over and ran his fingers over the controller, tight in your grip, and pressed down on the home button, exiting out of the game. You slowly turned to him to see a smirk on his face, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

“I have a question,” Jimin asked, drawing out his words as if to the beat of your heart. You drew your mouth into a straight line, unsure of what to say. Jimin gripped the controller, still in your hands, and led it down to the edge of the bed, making you set it down on the comforter. His fingers ran up your arm and under your chin, lifting it up slightly as he tilted his head, giving you a lustful look. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

You nearly ran out of the room at that point, but something switched off inside of you, feeling his fingers against you, his eyes boring into yours, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. You looked down at his lips, and it seemed that was all Jimin needed to answer his question as he smashed his lips against yours, grasping the sides of your face to pull you closer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours after he explored all corners of your mouth. He scooted closer and tilted his head, allowing further access to those lips that you had desired for so long. He slightly moaned into the kiss, the sound shooting straight down to your core as you took a deep breath in, trying to keep your composure. 

Your eyes slowly closed, enjoying the sensation of Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing over your bottom lip. When you looked at him, his eyes grew darker with lust, and his hands tightened on your waist as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. You winced and gripped at his hair, pulling slightly, earning a groan from him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N,” Jimin moaned against your skin. His hands moved to your shoulders and pressed down, pushing your back onto the mattress as he climbed over you, his eyes darkening even further. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you. Thought of this perfect body. So beautiful.”

Jimin moved back slightly to raise your shirt and bunch it up underneath your breasts, then placed a wet, open mouthed kiss to your stomach. You jolted from the sudden touch, feeling Jimin smirk against your skin. 

“So sensitive.” Jimin straddled your waist and leaned over you, his hair falling onto your forehead as his breath hit your lips. “Do you want me?”

“Fucking yes,” You said, rising up to connect your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss and brushed your hair back with his hand, then pulled away and slipped his hands past your pajama pants and panties, swiping his fingers over your already drenched slit. 

“Damn, you're dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?” 

You nodded weakly as he pushed two fingers into your core, stretching you out. You gripped the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he pumped his fingers into you, scissoring them to loosen you up. It had been so long since you’ve had someone touch you properly, let alone touch you at all. 

“So warm and tight. I can’t wait to pound this cute little pussy.”

You whined at his words, desperate for more than just his fingers. 

“Jimin, no more teasing. I need you now. I need to feel you,” You whispered in between pants.

“You sure you can fit all of me? It might hurt,” He laughed.

“Shut up you cocky bastard and just get naked already.”

Jimin laughed at your sudden need, but he followed your wishes and stood up, stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked.

Your eyes stayed glued to his length as he climbed back over you and tugged your pajamas and panties down in one swift movement. He threw them somewhere else in the room and kissed your lips briefly before speaking.

“Condoms?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Bottom drawer,” You said. Jimin leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a silver packet. He opened it with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length, slowly stroking himself before positioning himself between your legs. He hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and slowly pushed himself into you, earning a sinful moan from the both of you as he settled into your heat. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moaned, gripping the bedsheets as he twitched inside you, already feeling himself unravel from the feeling of your pussy alone. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled back, then pushed back in slowly. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

“You too,” You tried to say calmly but it came about as more of a loud moan than anything. He smirked and began to pick up a steady pace, fucking into you while his gaze locked on you. His mouth hung open as his hips moved faster, slapping against the skin of your thighs. You could feel your walls gripping him, pulling him in further, like you never wanted to let go of him.

“You want this cock so much, don’t you?” Jimin smirked, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. You cried out from the new angle as his cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you trembling from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good. You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“Oh my god, Jimin. More,” You moaned, your nails dragging down his back as he continued his movements, your wetness sliding down his length with every thrust. He let one of your legs go and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. You nearly screamed from the stimulation, but you held through it, and stared deep into Jimin’s eyes as he fucked into you steadily. 

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

“Fuck, Jimin, please. I’m so close. Please.“

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”

With those words, he simultaneously pinched your clit and hit your g-spot, sending you into a whirlwind of passion as you reached your high, screaming out Jimin’s name and profanities of all kinds. A flash of white took over your vision for a second, but you were able to ground yourself again in time to watch Jimin slow his thrusts, grunting out your name as he spilled into the condom, twitching inside your aching walls. 

You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jimin carefully pulled out of you, tearing off the condom before throwing it away and joining you on the bed. He pulled you up to the head of the bed and covered you with a thin sheet, slipping in beside you, his hand gently petting your hair.

“You did so good,” Jimin said. 

“Mmm,” You hummed in response, too tired to form any coherent sentences. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling at his kindness. It was one of the many things you loved about this man, and you were glad it was still here.

Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest as he traced circles on your lower back, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now. I’ll be right here with you.”

You smiled to yourself as you drifted off to sleep, Jimin staying beside you the entire time.

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Backstage - Jungkook (M)

Request: Hey boo , could you do from the drabble2 26 and 25 with jungkookie ( if you can make it backstage that would be perfect ) , thanks xoxo

Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (rubber up for Minx okay), creampie Word Count: 1.3K

Tbh I didn’t expect to get any requests but I have 19! Screw my final animation project looool

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You honestly didn’t mean to distract Jungkook before his concert. Even though you were dressed in a simple t-shirt and leggings, he was all over you just as the fans piled into the stadium, cheering for BTS. It was only when the staff had to do final makeup touches that he finally pulled away from you. Still, he stared at you from a distance, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

The first half of the concert went smoothly. You smiled as you watched Jimin perform on stage, moving ever so gracefully to the music and his beautiful voice filled the stadium, your body moving to the beats as they echoed off the walls backstage. When the song ended, the fans cheered and screamed as the lights dimmed and Jimin came running backstage, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Staff immediately surrounded him, handing him water and towels, others fanning him off.

“You did amazing, Jimin,” You said, ruffling his hair.

“Hey! You’re messing his hair up!” A female staff member yelled at you, making you snap your hand back to your side, a few giggles escaping from Jimin. “Come on, let’s fix this.” The staff member glared at me and directed Jimin to a chair, grabbing a comb and a blowdryer. Another staff member rushed Namjoon to put on his jacket then pushed him out on stage for his solo performance.

“Hey, where’s Kook?” You asked, looking around to see if you could find him yourself.

“He’s getting ready,” Jimin answered with a smile, cocking his head to the door across from the room we stood in. “Maybe you should go talk to him. Give him some… encouragement.” Jimin winked at you, making you groan and roll your eyes.

“You’re so irritating.” As you turned around to exit the room, Jimin yelled at you, giving you a stern look.

“Try not to make a mess!”

You turned around to flip him off before entering Jungkook’s dressing room, closing the door gently behind you. As you locked the door, a pair of hands gripped your shoulders and pinned you against the wall, Jungkook’s lips immediately attaching to your neck. His hands gripped at your waist, fingers pressing into your skin underneath your shirt. You gasped and tapped his shoulder, trying to pry him off of you.

“You’re on next, get dressed!” You whispered harshly. He was still in his jeans and sweatshirt, but despite the rush to get dressed for his performance, he seemed to invest all of his energy into you.

“Fuck, that can wait. I want you now,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, moving to connect his lips with yours. His tongue quickly entered your mouth, battling with your own, your lips moving harmoniously against each other. Your fingers tangled in his hair, slightly pulling, earning a groan from Jungkook as he dug his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and against the wall. You crossed your legs around his body and he attacked your neck again, biting a certain spot that had you whimpering. He smirked against your skin, fingers rubbing against your lower back. “I found a weak spot on you, didn’t I?”

Jungkook dove back in to nibble on the same spot, then darted out his tongue to soothe the sore skin. A jolt of excitement shot straight to your core, a small moan escaping your lips. As much as you wanted him, there was no way you could finish with enough time for him to get ready and go on stage.

“Babe, fuck- not here,” You said, tapping his shoulder again.

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now, Y/N,” Jungkook warned, hands trailing down to grip your ass. He suddenly stepped back and you yelped, holding onto his body as he made his way over to the counter, setting you down on top of it after clearing out a space for you, not caring about the numerous products that fell on the floor. He quickly hooked his fingers around your leggings and panties, pulling them down in one fell swoop. His mouth attached to your pussy, a strained moan falling past your lips.

His tongue plunged into your core, his thumb rubbing small circles into your clit. Your hands gripped at his hair as you threw your head back, lost in the pleasure. His other hand swiped at your entrance, and he pushed two fingers in to join his tongue, curling them until they hit that sweet spot that made you melt into a moaning mess. He flicked his tongue against your clit, then began sucking around it, his fingers pounding into you at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You moaned, pressing his face deeper into your core. You felt him smirk against you before he switched his fingers and mouth, going much faster than before. You felt the familiar coil beginning to tighten in the pit of your stomach, but just as you were about to hit your peak, Jungkook pulled away. “What the fuck?”

“Three minutes, Jungkook!” A staff member yelled from outside the door, followed by a low ‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’

“No time to waste, baby,” Jungkook smirked, undressing his lower half. He nearly fell over trying to get out of his jeans, but he was quickly able to line himself up and slam into you. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he began to move in and out of you, setting a fast pace from the very start. His arms were placed on either side of you, trapping you underneath him as he pounded into you, sending your body jolting with every thrust. You cursed and dragged your nails down his arms just as he leaned down to kiss you. 

His cock filled you up so perfectly, it was like you were made for each other. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of his face as he fucked into you faster, swallowing your loud moans. It was all so much, feeling his cock brushing against your walls, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his tongue fighting with yours. You leaned your head back and let out a lewd moan, trying to speak only to come out as a stuttering mess.

“F-Fuck, J-Jungkook-” You whined, feeling your chest tighten as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge. By the way Jungkook’s hips were slowing down, you could tell he was almost there too.

“I know, baby,” Jungkook groaned, slamming into you. He moved one hand to tease your clit, rubbing it in all directions, pushing you to your edge. You screamed out his name as a flash of white took over your vision, your walls clenching around his cock. He cursed under his breath and after a few thrusts, he was cumming inside you, your name falling from his lips as he twitched inside you. You both took a moment to catch your breaths, and just as he pulled out of you, you heard a knock on the door.

“One minute!” The same staff member from before yelled. 

“I know!” Jungkook yelled and turned back to you to press a short, sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You smiled. You grabbed a tissue and cleaned yourself up as Jungkook rushed to put his jeans back on, the shadow of the staff member showing underneath the door, foot tapping impatiently. You dressed yourself back up as quickly as possible and opened the door, smiling innocently at the short woman in front of you. “What’s up?”

“Oh, lord. Come on, Jungkook,” She groaned, scurrying inside to grab Jungkook’s arm. She checked his skin as they walked out, grumbling under her breath. “Please tell me she didn’t give you any hickeys.”

A smile spread across your lips as you heard Jungkook laugh, shaking his head adorably. You waved goodbye to him, leaning against the wall, thinking to yourself as your boyfriend walked away to get ready for his performance.

Maybe you should’ve given him a hickey.

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Can’t Hold Back - Yoongi (M)

Request: Aye can I get a 45 and 80 for Yoongi?

Warnings: Use of word “oppa” (we already know it’s his kink let’s be real), cursing, unprotected sex (pls wrap your willy), creampie

Word Count: 1.2K

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“An hour! You couldn’t even sit still for an hour, Yoongi!” You groaned, throwing your wallet onto the couch as you entered your apartment, your boyfriend shuffling in behind you. He let out an exasperated sigh, and you could already tell he was rolling his eyes, even though you were focused on taking your shoes off. “How horny do you have to be to bother me for an hour straight while I’m with my coworkers?”

“I’m sorry, jagiya. You know how I am,” Yoongi hummed, stepping behind you, his hands holding your hips. You could already feel his bulge pressing into your ass from behind, and the fact that he was holding you against him didn’t exactly help either. “Whenever I look at you all I can think about is you moaning my name.”

“Charming,” You said, standing up to walk over to the couch, sitting down. Your hand reached for the remote and you flipped through the channels, not looking for anything in particular. Yoongi took his shoes and coat off then made his way over to you, sitting beside you, his arm swinging around you to pull you into his chest. 

“I love you~” Yoongi gushed, ruffling your hair.

“Oh, so now you wanna act innocent,” You huffed, pulling away to focus back on the television. You came across the National Geographic channel, showing a documentary on the loss of polar bear habitats. You leaned back, listening to the narrator speak about the animals as Yoongi laid down, resting his head in your lap. You groaned and scooted over, letting his head drop onto the cushion. 

“Rude.”

“You know what’s rude? Feeling me up under the table while I’m talking with my friends!” Yoongi sat up and nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin as he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your collarbone, whispering against your skin.

“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

You huffed and flipped to the next channel, which turned out to be a priest giving some sort of sermon to a full church. You quickly switched the channel, feeling awkward about the situation. Yoongi licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on your skin, leaving a purple bruise in its wake. 

“The things I want to do to you, baby girl,” Yoongi moaned, rubbing his hand on the inside of your thigh, nearing closer to your core with every second. His fingers walked up your thigh and cupped your heat, making you jolt at his touch. 

“What do you want to do to me, oppa?” You teased, smiling a little as you heard him curse under his breath. He suddenly held your shoulders and flipped you over onto your back, his figure hovering over you. His eyes were dark and needy.

“I wanna make you feel good,” Yoongi said, leaning down to kiss your jawline. You gripped onto his shirt when he pushed his hips into yours, his erection now more prominent. “Fuck you until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to let you cum.”

“Then why don’t you?” Yoongi jerked his head back, eyes narrowing as he looked you over for a moment, the silence between you overbearing. Suddenly he pulled you to sit up and ripped open your shirt, a loud tear filling the room as he threw it to the side. You gasped and glared at him. “Yoongi!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” He muttered before unclipping your bra, throwing it away so he could attach his mouth to your nipple. You bit your lip and laid back on the couch, letting his hands roam around your body. His hand slipped underneath your jeans and teased your clit, earning a moan from you. 

He pulled back to undo your jeans and tug them off, shoving them and your panties aside. He stood up and began stripping out of his clothes, his eyes locked with yours the entire time. You couldn’t help but notice the wetness beginning to pool between your thighs under his intense stare. He kicked his jeans aside and climbed back over you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Yoongi said in a low voice, tracing your figure with his fingers. You gripped his cock, earning a hiss from him. “Fuck, baby girl.”

“Do you want me, oppa?” You asked, smirking a little as you saw him come undone over you.

“Fuck, fuck yes,” He grunted, taking your hand away from his length to grip it himself, positioning himself between your folds. He ran the head of his cock up and down, coating it in your arousal. You bucked your hips up, wanting to feel him inside of you already. “So eager. You want oppa’s cock, baby?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes. Please,” You begged, pinching your eyes shut in anticipation. You heard Yoongi hum, and suddenly, he rammed into you, making you scream out and grip the back of his neck. You threw your head back over the armrest and moaned as he began to move, already picking up speed even though you had just started. 

His cock slammed into you relentlessly as he grabbed your tits, squeezing them with every thrust. He let out a low moan as he ran his thumbs over your nipples, continuing to thrust in and out of you, your walls clenching around him. His hips rolled over yours, making you squeak out in ecstasy as he moved quickly and roughly, pounding into you without hesitation, tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Such a good girl,” Yoongi praised, squeezing your breasts harshly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight down to your heat. He moved one hand down to play with your clit, rubbing it wildly with no remorse. You clenched around him, cursing loudly as you leaned your head back again, his hips still moving against yours. “Fuck. You gonna come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” You whined, arms hanging over your head. Yoongi’s movements slowed down, but they were still just as rough as before, you were sure you would be sore the next day. You bit your bottom lip, shutting your eyes as you felt him twitch inside you. The combined feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot and his thumb pressing into your clit had you screaming profanities as you squeezed around him, letting the tension in your body release as you found your own.

Yoongi cursed loudly and grabbed your hips, pulling you down as he thrusted upwards into you, and within a few seconds, he was reaching his high, loud moans escaping from his mouth. He sank into you and leaned over you, releasing his load inside you as he caught his breath. Ever so slowly, he pulled out, licking his lips while he watched his cum drop out of your pussy and onto the couch.

Yoongi looked back at you and smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You kissed back willingly, tangling your fingers in his hair as you tilted your head, opening your mouth to give him more access. He laughed and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling away from you slowly. 

“Still mad at me?” Yoongi asked, quirking up an eyebrow. You sighed and rolled your eyes, still smiling up at him nonetheless.

“You’re lucky I love you, you idiot,” You laughed, flicking his forehead.

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Hold Me - Seokjin (M)

Request: 2 and 80 for the drabbles thingie 💕💕

Warnings: uwu soft Jin, fingering, it's pretty tame tbh

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Jagiya! I’m home!” You heard your boyfriend Seokjin yell from the foyer. 

“I’m in bed!” You shouted, laughing to yourself at the sight of you in bed in pajamas, hair messy and snacks littering the bedside table. You paused your movie as you heard Jin’s footsteps nearing closer to the bedroom door, and eventually, he peeked in, smiling at you. His eyes shifted to your laptop and he sighed, crossing his arms.

“Don’t you have a paper to write?” He nagged, setting his coat on the armchair in the corner of the room. You shrugged and sat up, moving the laptop off of your lap.

“It’s not due for another five days,” You said nonchalantly.

“You just love to procrastinate, don’t you?” Seokjin laughed, making his way over to you to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. He leaned over and squinted at your screen. “What are you watching?”

“This stupid movie on Netflix. It makes no sense whatsoever! The plot is so predictable and the characters show no development. It’s like they’re a bunch of corporate goonies mashed into a dystopian mess meant to be inspiring, but it’s just lame,” You complained, pulling up the surprisingly good reviews for the movie. “Look! How can people give this a good rating?”

“You’re so cute when you get into your movie critic mode.” Seokjin laughed again, grabbing the side of your face to pull you into a kiss. You smiled and placed your hand over his, interlocking your fingers as he moved his plump lips against yours. He kissed you sweetly, his love for you emanated through the way his lips worked against yours, his thumb running over your jaw as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head to lean further in. 

He swiped his tongue on your lower lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth, which you gladly granted, opening your mouth to allow him to slip his tongue in and initiate a battle with your own. His tongue worked against yours, easily dominating you within seconds, but he was still so gentle.

He disconnected his lips from yours to attach them to your jawline, sucking on the skin lightly. He moved just under your ear, kissing there only to earn a hitched breath from you. You felt him smirk against your skin.

“I found a weak spot on you, didn’t I?” He whispered, nipping at the same area before running his tongue over it, soothing the red spot on your skin. His hand trailed up underneath your tank top, squeezing at your bare breast. “I love you so much, jagiya. So much.”

“I love you too, Jin,” You smiled, only to cut yourself off with a gasp as he suddenly pulled away to lift you up and lay you back on the bed before climbing over you. He slipped his hand under your pants and rubbed your clit through your panties, the sudden stimulation making you jump. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Jin smiled, kissing your forehead as he moved your panties to the side, swiping his fingers over your heat. You shuddered and gripped at his shoulder, hiding your face in his chest. Circling his fingers around your heat, he slowly pushed his fingers in until your lips met his knuckles. He curled them inside you, brushing against your sensitive walls. You bit your lip to suppress a moan as he carefully pumped his fingers in and out of you, his lips working against the skin of your neck. “You’re already so wet, jagiya.”

“I missed you,” You whispered, gasping as he nipped at the spot underneath your ear again. He pushed his fingers deep into you, curling them to hit that sweet spot that had you moaning his name. “Jin…”

“I know, jagi,” He mumbled, pressing his thumb against your clit. You let out a muffled whimper as he pulled his fingers out and licked them, keeping his eyes locked on you the entire time. He stood up and began undoing his belt, taking his time to undress in front of you. You bit your lip, taking in his figure. No matter how many times you saw him naked, you were breathless every time your eyes laid upon his gorgeous body. 

Seokjin tugged you to your feet and quickly hooked his fingers under the hem of your tank top, raising it over your head before throwing it off to the side. He connected his lips with yours for a brief moment, then bent over to undress your lower half. He directed you onto the bed, laying you on your back before reaching into the bedside drawer for a condom. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he quickly rolled it onto his length and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He took your legs and hoisted them on his shoulders, moving forward to slightly press your legs against your chest. Your stomach fluttered from the new position.

“You ready, baby?” Jin whispered. You nodded and he sucked in a breath as he gripped his member, slowly pushing into you. You let out a sinful groan, taking in the feeling of him stretching you out so well. He moaned quietly, sinking into you until he couldn’t go any further. He looked to you for assurance, and you nodded, giving him the okay to move. 

Seokjin braced himself and placed his hands on either side of your body, pulling back out just to thrust back in. You cursed, relishing in the fact that it’d been so long since you two had sex, and finally, he was here. You gripped his wrists, shutting your eyes as he snapped his hips forward, forming a steady rhythm. He rocked in and out of you, hands gripping the sheets as he let out small grunts with every thrust. You moaned softly, enjoying the new angle, allowing him to sink deep into you, his length brushing against your g-spot.

You felt the familiar clenching in your lower gut as he picked up speed, rocking into you at a faster pace, sweat dripping down his forehead. You threw your head back into the pillow, clenching around him with a need for release. 

“You close, jagi?” Seokjin whispered, moving your legs off of his shoulders to lean down and kiss your neck, sucking on the skin until he left a bruise. 

“Yes, I’m so close, Jin,” You moaned. Jin slipped one hand down between your thighs to rub circles into your clit, ultimately sending you over the edge as you came around him, your walls clenching from the pleasure. Jin cursed under his breath and thrusted a few more times before you felt him twitch inside of you, spilling into the condom. 

You both took a moment to come down from your highs, then Jin gently pulled out of you and threw the condom into the trash before laying beside you, his arm thrown over your abdomen. He pulled a blanket over your naked bodies and pressed a kiss to your neck. You smiled and placed your hand over his, interlocking your fingers.

“I love you, Y/N,” Seokjin whispered into your ear. You shut your eyes and hummed with content before you fell into a deep sleep beside him.

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Éternel: Wings of Fire [BTS Dragon!AU]

Pairings: BTS x OC Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Drama Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, lowkey hate it but lowkey proud of it at the same time???

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CHAPTER ONE: THE WAY IT HAS TO BE

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 

Word Count: 8.9K

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As my eyes slowly peeled open, I began to feel the warmth of the sun's rays falling onto my skin. My sight had quickly adjusted to focus on the brightness of the pastel sunset plastered across the sky, thin clouds trailing along the soft hue above. I groaned and diverted my gaze, moving my head to the side to avoid the sunlight only to feel the blades of grass tickling the skin on my cheeks. My head turned for itself and I saw two people lying just a couple feet away from me. I propped myself up on my elbows only to fall back onto the ground again due to the sharp pain shooting through my shoulder and back. 

Standing up slowly, I observed my surroundings to see a total of seven familiar people lying scattered around the area. Seven very familiar people. Ignoring the pain rushing through my body, I cursed under my breath and rushed over to the person closest to me.

“Jin? Jin!” I gasped, dropping down to Seokjin’s limp body, vigorously shaking him. “Come on, come on.” Only a few seconds passed when he suddenly jolted up, his breath heavy and scattered. With a soft sigh I dropped my chin to my chest in relief, thanking the heavens that he was alive.

“Maya? What… what happened?” Seokjin questioned after finally catching his breath. 

“I don't kn-” I quickly cut myself off with a soft gasp as I recognized the environment around us, a huge castle standing strongly before us, the aura surrounding me all too familiar. “Oh my gods.”

“What? What's wrong?” 

“Nothing.” I looked around to see six of my other friends lying in the grass, limbs sprawled and bodies appearing lifeless. “Help me wake them up.”

Seokjin nodded and stood up, rushing over to Jungkook to tap his cheek a couple of times, causing him to abruptly jerk awake. I moved over to Namjoon who was lying on his side. I checked for his heartbeat, and once I made sure he was actually alive and breathing, I lightly shook him. His eyes shot open and he sat up, moaning as he held his head. "Maya, what's going on?" Namjoon inquired. "Where are we?" "Shh, don't stress about that now. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked. He responded with a low grunt as he clutched his side, but he declined my help and gently pushed my hand away when I attempted to look at whatever he was hiding.

"I'm fine," He said as his breathing began to regulate. "Okay. I need you to wake Hoseok up." "He's with us too?" "All eight of us are together. Now, please, go help him. I'll get Yoongi." He nodded and stood up quickly, jogging over to Hoseok, who was already awake, but obviously freaking out. I crawled over to Yoongi and hurriedly shook his body, but he didn't react in the slightest. I tried everything in my power to wake him up, but he laid still and motionless, barely breathing.

“Shit, you're bleeding,” I heard Namjoon curse.

“He's not waking up,” I said, desperation filling my voice. I clutched onto Yoongi’s shirt as tears spilled down my face, landing on the soft skin of his arm. His eyes suddenly shot open and he sat up, his hand reaching up to the back of my neck with his nails creating crescent shaped dents in my skin.

“Maya- agh!” He winced as he grabbed his thigh and pulled it close to his chest, and that's when the rest of us realized he was bleeding heavily. I gasped and pulled his leg out to attempt to stop the bleeding, but he resisted due to the pain.

“Yoongi, stop moving!” I practically yelled, and that's when everything went silent - until a loud roar erupted from the distance, following thumps as whatever was causing the noise neared closer to us. The boys completely froze, but being the only one knowing what to expect, I gently let go of Yoongi and arose to my feet, walking forward to the cluster of trees leading into a forest of which the noise was coming from.

“What are you doing?!” Jimin shouted as he began to run towards me, but he stopped dead in his tracks once the source of the noise emerged from the forest.

A dragon. 

Thick, black scales covered its body. Its jade eyes pierced into our souls, as if it were trying to evaluate us one by one. It was quite intimidating to say the least, but as soon as it saw me, it purred and happily ran over to me, nudging its head against my body.

“Hey. It's okay, bud. I'm okay,” I whispered, softly running my fingers across the dragon’s rough, dark scales. Of course, I was extremely happy to see my dragon again, but at this point, I knew there was no hiding from the boys anymore. I turned around to face them, but they were surprisingly calm - even Yoongi, despite his heavily bleeding leg. They were all in too much shock to notice anything else happening around them, including one of my servants running through the gates beside us, gasping at my injury once she was close enough to see the extremity of it. 

“Mistress! Come, This One must get you cleaned up,” D’Vorah said, her crystallized eyes scanning over my covered injury as she gently pulled at my opposite arm, her yellow, chitinous hide chafing against my soft skin. When she looked up, she had realized that we were not alone, and I could already predict her course of action. She growled and jutted out her four extensive stingers from her back, proceeding to bury the two bottom ones into the ground and point the two top ones towards the boys. At the same time, her withered and delicate bug-like wings sprouted from her back, supporting her body that was now elevated.

“D’Vorah, no. They are with me,” I told her, moving to stand in front of her so that her stingers were just mere inches away from my face. Her expression softened and she pulled her stingers from the ground, retracting both them and her wings into her back.

“You are hurt, Mistress. Come, This One will tend to your injuries,” She insisted, extending her arm out to me.

“No, I'll take care of myself later. Yoongi is my priority.” My eyes wandered over to him, who was still lying in the grass, blood slowly seeping out of his open wound. I quickly walked over to him and dug my arms under his arms while Jungkook took his legs, lifting him up so we could carry him inside. We hurriedly carried him up the stairs, into the castle, and through the long, empty hallways, eventually laying him down on one of the beds in the infirmary as the boys and D’Vorah followed me. “D’Vorah, you may go.”

“Are you certain, Mistress?” She asked, unsure.

“Yes, we’ll be alright.” She bowed and exited the room, leaving just me and the boys. I was scattered. I was disoriented. I was a mess. As I searched for a small glass vial, I continuously knocked over other supplies. However, the boys were kind enough to help me put them back where they belonged. As soon as my eyes landed on the small vial full of a clear, glittering liquid, I snatched it out of the wire stand and opened it up, simultaneously picking up an eyedropper beside me as I made my way back to Yoongi. I was ready for this, but all I needed was a little cooperation from the mint-haired boy.

“Maya-” Namjoon tried to speak, but I had cut him off - unintentionally of course.

“Yoongi, I'm going to need to take off your jeans.”

“Is this your excuse to finally get laid?” He chuckled in a stiff tone.

“How can you even be joking at a time like this?” I huffed and rolled my eyes as I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down so his thighs were exposed. I grabbed the vial and dipped the tip of the eyedropper into the liquid, sucking just a few drops in, then taking it out and applying it to Yoongi’s wound. He hissed in pain as the skin began to regenerate rapidly, the liquid spreading to close up the wound in just mere seconds like he had never been injured in the first place.

I had expected questions to start plummeting in, but there was only silence. After dressing Yoongi, I placed the supplies back where they belonged, proceeding to take out a small ceramic cup and a few natural herbs, after putting on a cup of water to heat up in the kettle.

“How… how did you do that?” Yoongi stammered.

“It's complicated.” I mentally slapped myself for answering his question so vaguely, but I wanted to have to slowly break it to them instead of just throwing it right at them.

“Maya, where are we?” Taehyung questioned, looking around the room to inspect every little tool and gadget laying around.

“Tae, this is where I grew up.”

“In… in a castle?” Jimin voiced, trying to make sense out of the whole situation as I crushed a few plump berries with the stone pestle in my grasp. Silence overtook the room for a few moments, but I eventually broke it as I realized I had finished with the medicine. I poured the water and herbal mixture into the cup and stirred it for a few seconds before handing it to Yoongi.

“Here, this will make you feel better.” I could tell his eyes were full of reluctance and fear, but I knew that deep down, he trusted me with his life. He slowly took the cup and took a sip, only for him to immediately spit it out. “I'm sorry, I know it's bitter.” My voice was unexpectedly assuring, and I didn't realize its effect until Yoongi downed the medicine without hesitation. I took the cup and began to clean it out when Yoongi decided to speak up.

“What was that?” He asked, a slight tone of disgust in his tired voice. I simply shook my head and ignored his question. “Maya, what's happening?” His soft voice made my arms weak, urging me to gently set down the cup and turn to face them. This was it. I couldn’t hide the truth any longer.

“I'm not who you think I am.”

“Noona…” Jungkook began, but I interrupted him with urgency.

“No, don't. I need you to listen to me.” I took a deep breath, flashing my eyes up to meet theirs, not even taking a moment to blink, as I wanted this to be as sincere and personal as possible. “Right now, we’re in The Embrace, a series of islands within a different realm, known as The Claim. I'm the ruler of The Embrace, and there are thousands of dragons living here under my name for safety and protection from the other areas in the realm. Only certain people are allowed here, and others aren't allowed to leave once they've come here. It’s for our safety and protection, and since I can't make any exceptions, that means you boys have to stay here too…”

I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I continued to speak, even though I knew I was silently crying at this point. I had to get everything out.

“I mean, it isn't too bad here in my opinion. We've got everything you'd have in the normal world. Running water, AC, heating, working pipes, electricity, Wi-Fi, modern food… you get the idea.” My tears were overflowing, and though I couldn't hold them back, I just wiped them on my sleeve and kept talking. “You don't know how sorry I am to have to put you through this. I don't even know why we’re here, but I can't do anything about it. I would take you back home, but I'd have to wipe your memory, and I haven't found a way to do that without getting rid of everything else. I'm so sorry, this is my fault, I-” Before I could finish my sentence, Yoongi had me enveloped in his arms, holding me tightly as I tried to hold back my sobs.

“It's okay,” He whispered, practically making me burst at the seams. I sobbed into his chest as he gently embraced me, and eventually, the others joined in to comfort me. A few minutes passed, and I had finally calmed down. Everyone pulled away from each other, and I apologized under my breath, hoping that no one would hear.

“Don't apologize. You said even you don’t know why we’re here. It's not your fault,” Seokjin consoled with a soft smile. I nodded slowly in agreement and he wiped away the rest of my tears before speaking up. “We’ll stay, right guys?” The others nodded immediately in approval with reassuring smiles. 

“I have to admit, it'll be hard to stay away from family and friends…” Taehyung said truthfully.

“I'm sorry,” I apologized, feeling just as bad as I was a minute ago.

“No, no, it's okay. Really.” The room was tense for a moment, so I decided to ease up the tension by speaking up.

“Um, so, I guess if you have any questions you can ask me now,” I mumbled, shyly scratching behind my ear with my fingernails.

“Well, first of all, shouldn't we put some of that glittery stuff on your shoulder? You're still hurt,”  Yoongi suggested, going to grab the same vial and eyedropper I had just set down.

“I'm fine, really-”

“Maya, you're hurt. Just let me do this.” I sighed and turned my back to him, pulling my shirt down to provide access to the wound, allowing Yoongi to squeeze out a drop of the liquid onto my wound, eliciting a hiss from me as the skin quickly worked to repair itself. As Yoongi placed the supplies back where they belonged, Jimin took the chance to ask a question.

“What is that stuff anyways?” He asked curiously.

“They're tears of an extremely rare dragon. They can cure anything, from broken bones to certain diseases, but they're hard to obtain,” I explained. 

“So what do you use for smaller injuries?” Namjoon asked. 

“Like what?”

“Well…” He shyly lifted up the hem of his shirt to reveal a small but still moderately bad cut on his side. 

“Joon, why didn't you say something?” I stepped over to him and placed my hand over his wound, focusing my energy until a soft violet light began emitting from my palm, healing his laceration in a quick minute. 

“Shit, man,” He laughed in amazement as he looked down, with no wound or scar in sight. “You're amazing.”

“Ah, I'm not that special.”

“Are you royalty?” Jungkook asked me bluntly.

“Jungkook-ah, don't be rude,” Hoseok scolded.

“Oh, sorry, Noona. I got a little excited.” A soft shade of pink spread across his puffy cheeks, and I smiled in response.

“I am,” I verified.

“A princess?” Jimin guessed.

“A queen.”

“Wahhh! Our little cutie is a queen!” Seokjin screamed, picking me up and spinning me around in his arms.

“Jin, stop!” I giggled as he set me down.

“Does anyone else live here?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes. I have four servants: D’Vorah, Mileena, Tashi, and Luthais. My other friends Sam, Hyunae, Minjun, and Fawn are also with me.”

“There's other Korean people?” Namjoon asked, a bit of relief in his deep voice.

“Yes. Everyone on this island speaks Korean, English, and Draconian.”

“Draconian?”

“It's my native tongue, the language of the dragons.”

“Maya, not to be rude, but do you actually have any space for us?” Seokjin questioned politely. I smiled and made my way over to the door, signaling for the boys to follow me as I spoke.

“This castle wasn't built for nothing. Come with me.” I led them upstairs and around the vast, royal halls, pointing out the rooms we were passing by as well, in case they ever wanted to go check them out. I opened the door to a spare bedroom and took Jungkook’s hand, tugging him inside. “This will be your room, Kook.”

“The entire thing?” He gawked, taking in the golden color scheme, every corner and every piece of furniture dazzling with rich embellishments. The chandelier’s diamonds sparkled in the glistening light, giving the maknae his true golden look. 

“Yes, it's all-” Jungkook excitedly cut off my sentence with a breath-quenching hug, spinning me around wildly as I begged for him to stop before either of us got too dizzy.

“Thank you, Noona.” 

“You're very welcome, sweetheart.” His cheeks quickly turned a bright shade of pink. He jumped on the bed, after hugging me one last time, and curled his body underneath the blankets. I turned off the lights as I gripped the doorknob tightly, pulling the door in slowly. “Rest up, Kook.” 

The rest of the boys continued down the hallway to be led to their rooms until only Yoongi and I were left alone, roaming around the halls. An awkward silence took over us. To my surprise, instead of stopping when we came to his room, he kept walking forward. 

“Yoongi? Your room is right here.” He turned his head over his shoulder to look at me with a sly smile.

“I know, but I wanted to stay around you for a little more,” He said.

“Am I hearing you correctly? The Min Yoongi doesn't want to sleep? What has the world come to…” I joked, walking towards him, eliciting a fake laugh from him as he sharply flicked my forehead. I winced from the sudden impact and pushed his shoulder with annoyance, a playful smile spreading across both of our faces.

“I'm still a little confused about all of this.”

“Like what?”

“I mean, how were you able to keep this hidden for so long? Didn't it get tiring?”

“Yes, it did, but it was for my own safety - and yours too. I couldn't let you find out about this, but now…” My eyes fell to the ground in guilt.

“It's okay. None of this is your fault, sugar.” I was a bit taken aback by his sudden use of my nickname. My head slowly rose so our eyes met. I smiled but the silence returned and lingered in the air for a few moments when Yoongi decided to speak up again, breaking the awkward tension surrounding us as he began to walk forward, my body automatically trailing beside him.

“So, that black dragon we saw earlier, is that yours?”  He asked.

“Mhm. His name is Toothless. Do you want to meet him?” Although he nodded hesitantly, I eagerly grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby balcony, where a marble platform connected to the floors beneath our feet, elegant glass double-doors separating the two. I pushed open the doors and led him outside. Understandably, he was terrified, considering that we were thousands of feet in the air, even though there were railings on both our left and right to prevent us from falling off. I pulled out a slim silver whistle and blew it, which echoed throughout the mountains. 

“Your dragon seems pretty close to you.” Yoongi spoke, discreetly pulling his hand away.

“I’ve been with him ever since I was a kid. He’s a Night Fury, the fastest species known.”

“Wow. I-” Before he could finish his sentence, Toothless suddenly landed in front of us with a loud thud, causing both me and Yoongi to fall over, our foreheads clashing together. “Damn, sorry.” 

“No, it's fine.” A long pause finally pulled us both into the realization that Yoongi was positioned on top of me, his hands either side of my head. He awkwardly cleared his throat and stood up, pulling me up as well. As soon as I got to my feet, Toothless rubbed up against my body and purred loudly, my hands immediately attracting to his black, scaly body. “Hey, bud. I missed you.” 

“Hey, what happened to his tail?” Yoongi observed, pointing to his two tail fins, one of which was replaced by a makeshift leather fin.

“Oh, that. I found him when he was wounded from a fight. At first, he couldn't fly without me, but that little contraption lets him fly freely."

“You made this?” He asked as he knelt beside the leather fin, raising it with his palms. I nodded shyly, but my smile returned as Toothless nudged my body with affection. I nearly flinched once I shifted my eyes back to Yoongi due to his intense stare and wide grin.

“What?”

“You're amazing…” After such a confusing and short statement, he stayed silent for a moment, an awkward tension filling the air. 

“Yoongi, you're staring.”

“Oh, sorry,” He mumbled, looking away, a shade of red painted on his cheeks. 

The dark slender dragon took this empty moment of time as an opportunity to bond with Yoongi. Toothless chittered and dug his way under Yoongi’s arm, earning a small giggle from the mint-haired boy. Whining, he rolled over and smiled, his toothless mouth being displayed to match Yoongi’s signature gummy smile. Yoongi laughed, but was quickly cut off when the dragon playfully pounced on him, his pupils fuller than the moon.

“Aish, he’s a playful one.” 

“Come on, bud. Get off him,” I laughed, prying him off of Yoongi. “So, you wanna go for a ride?” I asked rhetorically as I quickly ran inside to grab something, leaving Yoongi behind with Toothless.

“What do you me-” Before he could even finish his sentence, I had returned, a leather saddle in my arms. As I began to latch his saddle on, Yoongi stood off to the side, a glint of curiosity and fear in his milky brown eyes. I adjusted the last strap and stepped back to Yoongi, extending my hand out. Although he was reluctant, he enveloped his hand in mine and allowed me to lead him onto Toothless’ back. I climbed on afterwards and sat in front of him, my back facing his chest. I turned my head over my shoulder to look at Yoongi after he hooked his feet in the stirrups.

“You ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Hold on tight.” I slid my hand down to Toothless’ shoulder and gave him a little pat, prompting him to gently spread out his wings and lift himself into the air. As expected, Yoongi immediately gripped at my waist, snaking his arms further around my body as we flew higher into the air, and came to a steady glide. “Hey, you can look up now.” I teased as he slowly moved his face out of the crook of my neck and opened his eyes to see the beginning sunset, hundreds of miles of land spread underneath us with dragons sprouting from every corner, all jovial and safe. Bundles of trees hid tiny hatchlings playing and running in the forests below, their mother chasing after them with a wide grin and perked spines. The silhouette of a gargantuan beast overlooking the mountains stood out from the soft and serene colors of the sky.

“This is…” Yoongi gawked, unable to gather the rest of his words, and before I could speak, the feeling of his hands roughly gripping my waist messed with my ability to speak as well. I froze in place for a moment, peeking over my shoulder to look at him, and then his hands, hoping he’d get the message.

“Yoongi-ah, your hands-“

“Oh! Sorry.” He mumbled, fumbling to find somewhere else to put his hands. 

“I-It’s fine. Just try to loosen up a bit.”

Toothless continued to carry us around the island, practically giving Yoongi a grand tour from a different perspective he never could have dreamed of. Eventually, the pale-haired boy spoke up, startling me slightly in the process.

“I have to admit, this is pretty cool. It’s amazing. He’s amazing,” He smiled, gently patting Toothless’ side with praise. As the deafening silence returned, I quickly thought of an idea and tapped Toothless in excitement, whispering for him to fly upwards on my command. 

“Yoongi, you may wanna hold on,” I advised. “Let’s go, bud.”

“Wait, wha- Maya!” Yoongi had cut himself off and held onto me for dear life as Toothless began to climb up into the clouds, flapping his large wings in powerful bursts as we rose further up, and eventually above cloud level, where a whole other world was waiting for us. Just as we broke through the thick clouds, Yoongi had dared himself to look up, yet when he did, he didn’t regret his decision. Dozens of silver and white dragons pranced and perched along the clouds, the sunset's rays reflecting off of their scales, producing an odd but gorgeous array of colors into the skies. It was just as incredible as the view on the ground.

As intended, we were nearing closer to the castle, and my focus fixed on a particular silver dragon, isolated away from the others, resting on top of a cloud. Toothless must have known what my intention was as he flew closer to the dragon and called out, only briefly catching the loner’s attention. It turned away, quite obviously shy. I sighed then whistled sharply, which caught and kept the dragon’s attention. Dapples of silver swirled around its ruff as it tilted its snout towards me. I gestured for it to follow Toothless, and it obeyed, diving alongside us until we reached the front gates of the castle.

I slid off of Toothless and helped Yoongi get off after, then guided him over to the shy silver dragon. With our hands still clasped together, I moved behind him and nudged him slightly forward to the creature, and although hesitant, he obliged and walked slowly along with me. 

“Hold out your hand,” I said suddenly, causing Yoongi to snap his head back in confusion.

“What?” He questioned, clearly afraid but slightly intrigued.

“Trust me.”

The dragon bowed its head as Yoongi moved forwards, the two nearing closer until his hand was mere inches away from the dragon's snout. Slowly, I guided Yoongi’s hand to its snout and gently pressed his palm against its scales, a warm purr emitting from its throat. I felt the boy’s body relax and removed my hand from his, leaving him with my hand still on the dragon's snout. The ends of his mouth turned upwards almost immediately, and a sense of euphoria took over what seemed to be the entire island. His gummy smile soon made an appearance as the dragon moved closer to sniff his snowy hair.

“He likes you,” I smiled, walking over to the dragon to give him a pat on the shoulder.

“Does he have a name?” Yoongi questioned, still entranced by the dragon’s grace and beauty.

“Aenaes.”

“Strange…” 

“He could say the same for you, Yoongs.” The dragon stepped back, allowing for Yoongi to step closer to me, not even attempting to disconnect his eyes with mine until a shrill-like scream rang throughout the air and instantaneously drew us away from each other.

“Unnie! I can’t believe you’re back!” A young girl shrieked as she and another young man flew down on their dragons to land and come running over to us. 

“Hyunae!” I laughed in glee, but it was cut short as the girl proceeded to pick me up and squeeze me tightly. She was small, but she could definitely pack a punch. I practically had to beg her to let go before she suffocated me. As she set me down, the other man picked me up again and swayed from side to side roughly, causing me to burst into a fit of giggles, eventually his own joining in. “It is so good to see you, Minjun.”

“I missed you,” Minjun whispered so that only I could hear him, eventually pulling away from me. “What are you doing back so early?”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain-“

“Wait, is that Suga? From BTS? Am I dreaming?” Hyunae gasped, pointing her finger to a very stiff and uncomfortable Yoongi.

“Yes, he’s here with all of the other members. They’ll be with us from now on.”

“Waahh, this is the best day ever!” Suddenly she jumped onto him, hugging him tightly, his eyes wandering over to me with a look that was a clear cry for help. 

I laughed at Yoongi’s suffering then leaned over to Minjun and whispered in his ear.

“By the way, don’t mention to the boys that they’ll be getting their own dragons just yet. They need time.”

Hyunae squealed again and pulled away, still freaking out over her idol that was standing in front of her, in the flesh.

“Sorry, she’s excited. She’s a big fan of BTS… as you can probably see.” I muttered the last part so nobody could hear what I was saying. “Don’t get off duty though, Hyunae, you still have to finish your surveillance with Minjun!”

“Oh, right! Sorry, unnie. Come on Jun-Jun, I’ll race you!” She quickly mounted her dragon, not even hesitating to take off into the sky, leaving Minjun behind, slightly irritated. 

“For god’s sake, Hyunae! Don’t you have any respect?!” Minjun yelled, quickly mounting his dragon to follow after her. It was only until they were out of our view when Yoongi decided to break the silence.

“How old is that girl?” He asked, almost with a tone of disgust.

“She’s only 15, it’s a part of being young,” I sighed.

“She’s 15?”

“Five years ago, I rescued her from a slave trade in the Northern Markets of The Claim.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, she’s found a new life.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back. “She’s like a daughter to me - ironic, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I never told you I can’t have kids?”

“No, I don’t think you’ve ever brought it up.” Defined eyebrows arched imperiously as he put a hand on his hip. He looked stiff and his eyes were blank, as if holding back a certain emotion. 

“Well, now you know. Come on, we should go. It’s getting late and tonight’s a full moon.”

“What’s so bad about a full moon?”

“You really don’t wanna know.” I grabbed his hand and led him inside the castle after dismissing Aenaes and Toothless so they could roam freely for the night, giving his saddle to D’Vorah to put back while we roamed the halls. Inside, the rest of the boys were chatting away in the kitchen, all of them working, cutting vegetables and seasoning dishes. As Yoongi and I made our entrance into the room, they all froze in place, and, being the clumsy guy that he is, Namjoon dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, shards flying and scattering all over the tile floor.

“Really, hyung?” Jungkook huffed, crossing his arms like a disappointed mother. 

“I didn’t expect them to come in so suddenly!” Namjoon whined, causing all of us to erupt into laughter. 

“Don’t worry, the dragons tend to break everything they see too,” I consoled.

“Hyung would blend in perfectly with them,” Taehyung muttered, earning a smack from the eldest boy.

“We were going to cook you a surprise dinner. It’s the least we could do,” Seokjin said as he began to clean up the shattered mess that Namjoon had inevitably created.

“Oh no, I should be the one doing this. After all, you guys have to put up with this,” I said apologetically.

“Well, we’re almost done. Mind helping out?”

I assisted them with the preparation of the rest of the food, and when the meal was finished, all eight of us carried the numerous amount of dishes to the dining room, setting them down on the long, wooden table. As if on cue, Hyunae and Minjun walked into the room, returning from surveillance, stomachs rumbling and mouths drooling.

“Wow! Who made this?” Hyunae exclaimed, and the seven boys proudly raised their hands, at least until Jin quickly swatted Yoongi’s hand down, causing him to hold back a stiffened laugh. “Thank you so much!”

“Yes, thank you,” Minjun added, bowing deeply along with the younger girl.

Everyone took their seats and began to dine into the food, while simultaneously conversing with one another. Eventually, a short girl with platinum blonde hair entered the room, halting everyone’s conversations and averting their attention to her.

“Maya, you’re back,” She smiled, taking the empty seat beside Hyunae. 

“Hi, Samantha. I see you’ve gotten taller,” I joked, the dining hall echoing with everyone’s laughter. As I began to take a sip of my water, Minjun spoke to the boys.

“So, I heard Maya is going to give you all dragons,” He said in a quite monotonous tone, causing me to choke on my water and cough it up as Seokjin comfortingly patted my back until my breath steadied again.

“Minjun, I specifically told you not to say anything about-“

“Jungkook, right?” He said innocently, pointing to the youngest boy, who looked utterly confused and lost at the moment. “You look like you could train a Monstrous Nightmare. Maybe even a Red-Eyed Ravager! Those things are absolutely vicious, let me tell you-“

“Minjun!”

“What? You don’t think I should warn them of the dangers they’re exposed to if they’re gonna live here? I think they have the right to know what could happen to them-“

“Em pleni!” I yelled, pushing back my chair as I slammed my palms against the table, a familiar sting returning to my eyes, which was not exactly my main concern at that moment. “Dison laik son swima op ona rein.”

With a defeated huff, Minjun smoothly stood up and left the room without another word, leaving the dining room with complete, utter silence. Before the boys could turn their heads to me, I covered my face with my hand and began to leave the room when I felt someone gently grab my wrist, a soft voice following:

“Why are you hiding your face?” 

“Yoongi, don’t,” I pleaded, and he unexpectedly yanked my hands away, but I was quick enough to shut my eyes as tight as I could. As his hands traveled up to cup my cheeks, I pressed my palms against his chest, desperately trying to make him give up. 

“What are you hiding?” He asked, his voice gentle yet concerned.

“You guys will get freaked out.”

“Noona, we won’t,” Jungkook spoke in the most reassuring voice he could muster up.

“God, you’re impossible,” I sighed and muttered under my breath as I slowly fluttered my eyelids open, the boys simultaneously exclaiming in admiration and surprise at my glowing white eyes. 

“Woah! Are those real?” Taehyung asked excitedly, quickly rising from his seat along with the others to take a closer look - even Hyunae joined in, despite the many times she’s seen my secret, haunting eyes.

“They’re gorgeous,” Yoongi commented, the heat flushing to my cheeks as his gaze intensified.

“I think hyung meant to say ‘you’re gor-‘“ Namjoon teased, but he was quickly shut up by a kick to the shin from a very agitated Yoongi.

“Maya, why do your eyes… you know?” Jimin questioned shyly, purposefully avoiding eye contact with me from the sheer, overwhelming intimidation I was sending off.

“Chim, please don’t be scared. It’s just me. They usually turn white when I get frustrated or scared,” I explained with a soft smile.

“I’d be damn furious just looking at that bratty kid again,” Yoongi commented in a bitter tone.

“Well, Yoongs, that kid is actually 29, so maybe you’ll have to hold back on your personal feelings and be a little bit nicer to him,” I sighed, an obvious disappointment covering Yoongi’s face as he realized he’d have to call Minjun ‘hyung.’ “I gotta say though, he’s acting strange.”

“Is what he said true?” Namjoon asked, taking me aback by his question. “About us getting dragons?”

I opened my mouth to speak, yet no sound escaped, as I wasn’t even sure what the answer was yet. Yes, it was common for newcomers to get their own dragon to tame, but it was different for the boys. Their hearts were forgiving and nurturing, and I honestly didn’t think they had the right heart to handle this kind of stuff. I was practically heartless compared to them.

“I-It’s true - but I wanted you to settle in first. I just thought it’d only be right to let you guys have a dragon of your own. It’s a stupid idea, I’m sorry-“ I began to speak, but Hoseok was quick to cut me off.

“Hey, I think it’s a good idea. Don’t put yourself down so much,” He said with a gentle, reassuring grin that shined brighter than the sun. “But maybe we should start off small so I don’t get a heart attack right away.”

The group laughed at Hobi’s comments, lifting the room’s depressing mood to a more bright, cheerful one. Suddenly, I had an idea that I knew the boys would agree to.

“Hey, how about we go for a swim? I’ve got an indoor pool on the other side of this floor,” I suggested, and as expected, the boys did indeed agree, rushing to eat and clean up the leftovers. While Hyunae decided to go upstairs to her room to study, I led the boys to the pool, which once it came into sight, the younger ones began to strip and jump in without hesitation, the others following quickly, with the exception of Yoongi, who stood beside me unfazed by his members’ actions. “Oh my god, guys! I have swim shorts you could’ve used.” I covered my eyes and jokingly looked away in disgust.

“Come on, where’s the fun in that?” Seokjin laughed as he and Jungkook swam to the deeper end.

“Hyung! Why don’t you come in?” Taehyung said, his boxy grin appearing.

“Too much effort,” Yoongi simply retorted and began to walk towards the sofa sectional in the corner. I took this moment to focus my attention on the pool water, and flipped my hand towards the ceiling, slowly raising it as my fingers curled, the water quickly deforming and splitting into a messy sphere floating in the air. I moved my hand so that the sphere followed my movements and was positioned right above Yoongi. Just prior to reaching the corner, I opened my hand and the sphere of water instantly broke, soaking him completely.

“Holy shit!” Jungkook yelled in excitement, clapping his hands like a little child. As I faced the other boys in the pool to do a couple bows, Namjoon spoke up, pointing to Yoongi, who was frozen still but clearly waiting for the right moment to move.

“Maya, you better run,” He advised, and as soon as I turned my head to look at Yoongi, he was standing right in front of me. He lifted me up bridal style and hovered my body over the water, threatening to throw me in. I screamed and clung onto his wet, white t-shirt, my eyes traveling down to see a faint outline of his abs, heat intensely rushing to my cheeks at the sight. 

“Yoongi, please don’t! I’m sorry, I swear! Please-“ I cried out helplessly.

“Cute, she’s begging~” He cooed in an oddly seductive voice. As a simple but clever way to tease me, he pretended to drop me by quickly letting go and catching me before I hit the water, making me scream and hold onto him even tighter.

“Fuck, Yoongi! Please!” 

“Hmph, you’re no fun.” He quickly set me down, giving me a sense of safety. Without allowing me to even take a single breath, he grabbed my waist and jumped into the pool, dragging me along with him. I broke away from his grasp and surfaced up above the water, Yoongi following shortly after, not that I even cared as I began to attack him.

“Asshole!”

“Hey, don’t curse!” Seokjin scolded.

“My island, my rules, sweetheart.” I lifted my hand out from the water and flicked my finger upwards, causing a tentacle-like stream of water to spike up and strike Jin’s back, shortly dissolving afterwards. He yelped and rubbed the stricken area to soothe the sudden vicious contact, the rest of us laughing at his reaction.

“How do you even do that?” The elder boy pouted, automatically drawing me closer to him to embrace him and apologize, making sure he was alright.

“It’s something I like to call waterbending.”

“You are incredible,” Yoongi giggled.

“Ah, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Maya! Catch!” Hoseok shouted from behind me. However, as soon as I turned around, an inflated beach ball hit me in the face, almost as if karma was calling my name.

“Motherfu-“

“Attack!” Taehyung screamed as he dunked me underneath the water, the others quickly joining in to grab at my flailing limbs. Every time I tried to rise up from underwater, one of the boys pushed me back down. After what seemed like hours and hours, they finally stopped and I was able to rise up and breathe properly.

“And that, my friend, is what we call karma,” Seokjin gushed innocently as I eventually regained my breath.

“Maya, I wanted to ask if your parents are here. I’d love to meet them,” Namjoon said, smiling, however his smile dropped as he saw my expression darken at the mention of my parents.

“They… aren’t with me anymore.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, I-“

“No, it’s okay. You should know about them. It’s just been so long since I’ve talked about them.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, Noona,” Jungkook consoled.

“Yeah, we don’t want to pry,” Jimin added.

“It’s alright. My father passed away shortly after I was pronounced as the ruler of The Embrace. He made a deal with my enemy, that if he sacrificed himself to them, they’d leave us alone. He wanted to make me queen as soon as possible. I was only 12 years old,” I said, speaking as clear and slow as I could to prevent myself from tearing up. “He was executed that day, but the enemy kept their promise. It’s been seven years and there hasn’t been any sign of them.”

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder for comfort. “What about your mother?”

“Oh, I’ve never met my mother. She left the Embrace a few weeks after I was born. I don’t even remember her name…” 

“Hey, sugar, you don’t have to say anything else,” Yoongi stated, moving closer to embrace me, to which I happily accepted, wrapping my arms around his figure as his arms snaked around my waist. Eventually, when the depressing mood subsided, we got back to messing around in the water and playing with each other. We were having so much fun, I didn’t even notice how late it had gotten.

We left the pool, wrapped ourselves in warm towels, and I sent each of the boys to their rooms, where a fresh pile of clothes was waiting for them, which was generously chosen by my servants Mileena and D’Vorah. I went to my room to change, and Yoongi waited for me to walk him back. However, Yoongi asked for me to stand by, and quickly went inside his room, stepping back out within a minute wearing a black sweater, sleeves lined with red and black stripes, along with ripped skinny jeans, the same outfit that had been laid out on his bed.

We stood there facing each other, standing awkwardly without saying a word or making eye contact. I opened my mouth to speak, but Yoongi was faster and unintentionally cut me off.

“Hey, can we just stay together for a little longer?” He said suddenly, his words coming out more like a beg rather than a request.

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?” I asked, notably concerned as I gently grabbed his arm to get his attention.

“I just…” He sighed and looked away, leaving me with a heavy feeling of guilt. No doubt about it, he was probably broken inside, having to stay away from friends and family to live a whole new life. Without saying anything, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my room, and to the connecting balcony, where a perfect view of the night sky was awaiting us. 

I sat down close to the edge, our hands still clasped together as he slowly sat beside me, inching closer to me as the moon finally began to reach its peak. Although I hesitated, I rested my head on his shoulder, moving up against him so his arm was draped around my shoulder, resting comfortably as he held me close. Minutes passed in silence, the overbearing beauty of the dark shades painting the sky speaking for us.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I whispered, looking up to admire the sky, outlines of dragons soaring against the twinkling stars. Yoongi simply nodded and hummed in agreement, the deafening silence returning shortly. I glanced at him quickly, his eyes fixed on the distant stars.

“I still can’t believe this all existed, and we never even knew about it,” Yoongi suddenly said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, but it was for good reason, though. If people in Earthrealm learned that this place exists, we’d all probably be caged in a zoo or taken into a science lab for experiments.”

“That’s why we decided to stay. It was clear that going back would just harm you.”

“Thank you, Yoongi,” I said sincerely, looking up as his obsidian orbs connected with mine.

“No problem, sugar,” He smiled, ruffling my hair lightly, his gummy smile creeping onto his lips.

“When are you going to stop calling me that?” I quietly laughed as flashbacks of our first meeting came to my mind.

I remember how embarrassed he was when he knocked open a sugar container onto me while I was kneeling beside him in the baking aisle, looking for a bag of chocolate chips on the bottom shelves. He was so cute when he was flustered, blushing like crazy and apologizing over and over again. He even tried to brush all the little specks of sugar out of my hair, and even though I told him it was fine, he insisted on paying for my stuff to make up for his clumsy act. After helping me with my bags back to my car, he asked for my phone and quickly typed something in my notes, then handed it back to me as he walked off with a wave. I’ll never forget how wide I had grinned at his few, sweet words.

My name’s Yoongi. Text me sometime, sugar. 

I still can’t believe my quirky nickname came from such an embarrassing but memorable moment for the both of us. Now we look back on it and just laugh it off as if it was destined to be.

“Yah! Are you even listening to me?” Yoongi’s voice snapped me back into reality.

“Huh? What, oh sorry,” I sputtered, shaking my head as my mind finally wandered back to me.

“Were you daydreaming about me?” He teased, poking at my shoulder.

“What? No! God, you’re an idiot,” I groaned, swatting his hand away.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not, dumbass.”

“Hmm, I might just have to tickle the truth out of you.” He suddenly began to ruthlessly attack my sides with his fingers, causing me to squeal and stand up to evade his attacks, yet his hands kept following. I giggled and pushed his hands away, running away from him as he chased after me. With all of this excitement, I didn’t notice that I was nearing towards the edge of the platform, and when I did, I was too late, frantically trying to balance myself. Luckily, Yoongi was quick to catch me by my waist and pull me back away from the edge protectively, one of his hands traveling up to my cheek as worry overtook his dark, loving eyes. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, thank you,” I mumbled as he pulled me closer, pushing my head so I was now burying my face in his chest, his chin resting atop my head.

“God, you scared me. You almost got yourself killed.”

“I would’ve been fine, Yoongi.”

“Come on, let’s go inside.” With that, he gently grabbed my wrist and led me into my bedroom, which connected directly to the platform that was previously underneath our feet not too long ago. He was about to let go of me and exit the room, but I gently pulled him back, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Is there anything else you wanted to know or ask for?”

“Uh, well… me and some of the others left their phones back in the dorm, and I was wondering if you could possibly get them.”

“Of course. I can send a retriever to collect them and be back by tomorrow morning. I could even tell them to get your laptop so you can still work on your music here.”

“Seriously? Thank you!” The smile on Yoongi’s lips was wider and brighter than any other smile I had ever seen. He suddenly threw his arms around me and lightly pecked my cheek, but quickly pulled away once he realized what he had done. “Ah, I-I’m sorry, I got excited.”

“It’s okay, Yoongs. You should go get some rest.” He nodded and left the room after hugging me one last time, leaving me alone with my overwhelming thoughts. 

I sighed and fell onto my bed, not even making an effort to clean myself up. Pulling the vanilla scented blankets over myself, I let my eyes close, but sleep wasn’t able to come to me. My mind was busy running hundreds and hundreds of miles, filled with concerns and questions about the new future I inevitably brought to the boys. 

They were innocent and untroubled, despite their heavy schedule and constant pressure from companies and the media. Here, they were free, but the emotional toll could be more grave than it was when they had normal lives. 

With them living here, the world just got a whole lot bigger. I recited the skills and protocols they’d have to learn to be able to survive, and that’s when I realized what was in store for me. I’d have to teach them how to fight, how to fly, how to survive - but I didn’t even know myself if they had the heart to follow in my steps. They’d even eventually have to learn how to-

My thoughts were quickly cut off by a soft knock on my door. I propped myself up on my forearms and quickly fixed my hair, calling out to the person standing outside, their shadow seeping through the bottom opening of the closed door.

“Yes?” I yawned, shifting my eyes to the balcony doors when I realized how late it had gotten, the bright stars shimmering against the utter darkness of the sky. The person outside spoke.

“Maya, it’s Yoongi.”

“Oh, come in.”

The door slowly creaked open, and lo and behold, Yoongi stepped into the room, his tousled hair and pouty lips making him look irresistibly adorable, the white sheet wrapped around his body only adding to his softness. He closed the door behind him and adjusted the sheet as I spoke up to ask him what was bothering him.

“I can’t sleep,” He mumbled, rubbing his half-lidded eyes with his sweaty palms.

“Well, what do you want me to do about that?” I teased, but immediately recognized my mistake as I remembered how impossible it was to deal with Yoongi when he was grumpy - which was almost always when he was tired.

“Cute. Now move over.” Before I could say anything to protest, he threw his sheet over me and climbed onto the bed, crawling over me and collapsing beside me, pulling the sheet back over him, along with a good portion of my blanket I was previously covered with. I groaned and tugged it back, leaving him with only the sheet. As I was just beginning to fall asleep, I felt a shift in weight on the bed and realized that Yoongi had moved closer to me, his chest pressing against my back and his breath tickling the skin on my neck. “It’s cold.”

“Take some of my blanket and go to sleep,” I whined, throwing half of my blanket over to his side. Even with the extra warmth, Yoongi moved closer and slid his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me into his curled figure. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him off, and before I knew it, my eyes had closed and I had fallen fast asleep in his arms. 

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Drunk in Love - Taehyung (M)

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Warnings: semi-public sex, both reader and Tae are a little drunk which may be triggering for some, rough sex, cum play, unprotected sex (wrap that meat up), big dick Tae, size kink, marking, slight praise kink, dom!Taehyung, scratching, pussy spanking, dirty talk, squirting, creampie

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Lights and loud music blared through the house, dozens of drunken bodies dancing close together, red solo cups filled with alcohol in their hands, raised high in the air. The bass of the music reverberated against the thick walls, shaking the floors as people grounded against each other, throwing personal space out of the window for the night. 

Taehyung stood in the kitchen, taking a swig of his drink when his friend Jimin came drunkenly swaying into the room, leaning up against the counter beside Taehyung. His breath reeked of alcohol, but anyone could figure out he was god awful drunk just by looking at him.

“Tae-“ Jimin said, hiccuping before continuing to speak. “Hyung. Whatsuup?”

“Dude, you’re wasted,” Taehyung laughed, patting Jimin’s back, pushing a burp out of his mouth. 

“No, I’m fine! I’m absolutely fine, dude!” Jimin slurred one second, and the next he was clutching his stomach and leaning back. “Guuhh, I’m gonna be sick.”

“I told you 13 shots of straight vodka wasn’t a good idea.”

“Fuck you and your logic.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, then spoke, eyeing down Jimin who had slid down to the floor, hiding his face in his hands.

“Where’s Y/N? I haven’t seen her yet,” Taehyung asked. Jimin giggled and swirled his drink around in his cup, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at his sober friend.

“Probably touching herself in the bathroom,” Jimin smirked.

“Dude, what?”

“You lookreallygoodtonight,” Jimin slurred, bunching his last words together. 

“What?”

“She has the hots for you, man.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and poured the remains of his drink into the sink, throwing the cup away then patting Jimin on the back. 

“You’re going home. I’ll call an Uber for you,” Taehyung sighed before leaving the kitchen, setting out to find a quiet place to call. He slipped through the drunken bodies filling the house, whispering small apologies as he pushed a few people away. He reached the deck, about to pull out his phone when he spotted you on the couch, talking with another girl. He quickly made his way over to you, standing awkwardly as he waited for you to finish your conversation.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” You said, waving goodbye to your friend. Your eyes followed her as she stood up and left, but they quickly latched onto Taehyung, who stood before you, a small smile on his face. “Tae!”

Without warning, you shot up and threw your arms around him, Taehyung laughing and grabbing your hips in response. You pulled back, eyes landing on his lips momentarily.

“I’ve been looking for you since this stupid party started,” You said with a smile.

“Me too,” Taehyung replied, running his hands up your body, sending a shiver through your spine. 

“What’s been going on? I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“My classes have been overloading me with work. It’s like my professors don’t want me to see you.”

You laughed and hit his shoulder, eliciting a fake whine from him as he gripped his shoulder.

“Did you get stronger? Jesus,” Taehyung joked.

“You’re so lame,” You groaned, flicking his forehead. He winced for real and glared at you.

“Now that was just uncalled for.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You teased, only to cut yourself off with a gasp as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, faces merely inches away from each other. 

Your face immediately heated up, and you tried to move back, but he kept his grip strong, trapping you. His eyes scanned your flustered features, taking his lip between his teeth before capturing your mouth in his. Your chest fluttered with excitement at his sudden action, having no issue kissing him back, your hands sliding up into his hair as you tilted your head, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

You both pulled away from each other to catch a moment to breath and he looked at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. You rested your arms on his shoulders, lips brushing against his. As of that moment, it was like you were the only two people in the room. 

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” Taehyung smirked, and you pecked his lips, smiling back.

“Gladly.”

Taehyung excitedly grabbed your hand and led you through the drunk party goers to lead you upstairs where it was quieter. He pushed you into a bathroom and flipped the light switch, quickly following behind you to lock the door. His lips attached to your neck, earning a small laugh from you as he sucked on your skin, hands gripping at your waist. 

“You have no idea-” Taehyung said, pressing a kiss to your lips before continuing. “How long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Taehyung’s fingers hooked under your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it off to the side. He captured his mouth with yours again, his need clearly showing. You stepped back and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Taehyung smiled and grabbed your waist, lifting you up onto the sink counter. He rid himself of his own clothes, leaving himself in just his underwear, same as you. You eagerly unclipped your bra, tossing it aside along with your panties. 

Taehyung stepped over to you, fingers swiping over your heat. You moaned, shivering at his touch that you had so desperately longed for. He leaned over, lips pressing to your jawline.

“You sure you can fit all of me? It might hurt,” Taehyung warned, his fingers coated in your arousal. His thumb pressed against your throbbing clit, pushing a gasp out of you.

“I don’t care. I need you now,” You moaned, your hands grabbing at his hair. His lips curled into a smile as he stepped back to remove the last piece of clothing separating him from you. Your eyes widened as they landed upon his cock, strained red and begging to be touched. You could feel a jolt run straight to your core and you gulped nervously. “Fuck your cock is so big, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Is that your way of saying you changed your mind?” Taehyung teased, reaching down to grab his clothes when you leaned forward to grab his hand and pull him in front of you.

“No!”

Taehyung looked down at where your hands met and he laughed, leaning down to kiss you as he guided your hand to his cock. Your fingers could barely wrap all the way around him, and you cursed under your breath, soaking at the thought of him inside you.

“You’re soaking wet, do I really get you that excited?” Taehyung laughed, grabbing his cock to press it against your folds. You whined, wanting him to just fuck you already, but knowing him, he’d be the type of person to tease you until you were practically crying and begging for him. 

“Yes,” You whispered, lifting your hips to try and stimulate yourself, but Taehyung grabbed your waist and pinned you down, eyes darkening in seconds. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“Tae…” 

“Tell me-“ Taehyung suddenly spanked your pussy, a cry falling out from your mouth at the sting. “Or I’ll leave you here to take care of yourself.”

“Fuck! Taehyung, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me until I’m shaking and crying and screaming your name. Just- fuck!” 

Taehyung cut you off by thrusting into you, filling you up nearly halfway. You moaned loudly and gripped at the counter, back arching. He let out a low groan, relishing in the feeling of your walls gripping him so perfectly. 

“You can take it, just a little more… There we go, there’s my good girl,” Taehyung whispered, sinking into you inch by inch. You swore you could feel him in your gut. He leaned over you, biting your collarbones, marking them to show that you were his, and only his. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your nails dragged down his back, eliciting a hiss from him. He leaned back, looking at his cock buried deep in your pussy, cursing at the sight. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.”

You moaned rather loudly, loud enough that you knew other people would be able to hear it even over the music. Taehyung kissed you to distract you from the pain as he slowly pulled back, then snapped his hips forward, forming a steady rhythm. 

His hips grinded against yours, his cock stretching you out deliciously. You pressed your nails into the skin of his back as he picked up speed, pushing in and out of you at a steady pace. Your body jolted with every one of his thrusts, melting you into a moaning mess as he rocked into you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, baby,” Taehyung moaned, his nails digging into your hips. You were unable to form any coherent sentences, the only thing escaping your mouth being broken curses and groans of his name. Taehyung was now pounding into you at a relentless pace, his hand placed over your abdomen as he stared you down with hungry eyes. “You feel that, baby? You feel me stretching out this tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, Tae!” You screamed, the feeling of him inside you, filling you up, just bringing you closer to the edge. You slipped your hand between your legs, rubbing small circles into your clit as Taehyung kept ramming into you, the only sounds filling the room being the sound of your skin slapping together and the echoes of the music downstairs. You felt yourself clench around him, and by the way he was slowing down, you could tell he was close too. 

Taehyung moved your hand away and replaced it with his own, his thumb rubbing agonizing circles into your clit that had you screaming out his name. 

“Be a good girl and cum. Cum, baby,” Taehyung growled as he hit your g-spot, ultimately bringing you over the edge as you shut your eyes, loudly moaning Taehyung’s name, your aching pussy clenching around him. He groaned your name into your shoulder, lightly biting your skin as he thrusted a few more times, then found his own release inside you, his cum painting your walls, filling you up perfectly. 

The sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, overtaking the quieting music downstairs. Taehyung lazily kissed you, hands cupping your face as he pulled out of you, his cum leaking onto the tile floor below. He pulled back, smiling at you.

“You know you just squirted, right?” Taehyung asked, and you widened your eyes in shock, your face suddenly heating up at his words.

“S-Sorry,” You stuttered. Taehyung shook his head and pecked your lips before grabbing a tissue to clean you up, making sure to be careful as he wiped over your aching core. 

“Don’t be sorry. It was hot.”

Taehyung cleaned the floor and threw the tissue away, then turned to you, his arms sneaking around you as he nibbled at your ear.

“So, are you busy tomorrow?”

“I’m free all day,” You smiled, tilting your head to lock your lips with his. He smiled against you, then pulled back, his face filled with innocence as if he hadn’t just totally wrecked you a few minutes ago.

“Is 12:00 okay?” Taehyung stepped back, handing you your clothes before dressing himself up again. As the two of you left the bathroom, hands locked together, you looked back at him with a smile, knowing that you hadn’t made a mistake tonight, and that this was probably one of the best drunken decisions you’ve ever made.

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Pairings: BTS x OC Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Drama Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, lowkey hate it but lowkey proud of it at the same time???

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CHAPTER TWO: VANISHING GRACE

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I awoke with a strange warmth encasing me. Curious of the source, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright morning sun. I peeked over my shoulder, only to see Yoongi sleeping directly behind me, his lips dangerously close to my neck and his hands gently holding my waist, pressing me close to his body. With the immediate flush of heat to my face, I attempted to move and stand up, but I was quickly pulled back down, causing me to scream from the sudden action.

“I was sleeping just fine. Why did you have to move?” Yoongi muttered in his trademark sleepy, grumpy voice, probably pouting as well. I turned my head to look at him and my eyes met with his, although they looked like they were about to close any minute.

“Yoongi, come on, we’ve gotta get up,” I said, trying to stand again when Yoongi unexpectedly moved on top of me, pinning me down to the mattress, but still in a sleeping position. My face was probably hotter than a furnace at this point.

“Mmm, better…” The way he spoke was so seductive I swear I was going to explode right then and there. I eventually was able to wriggle out of his grasp and roll over onto the floor, and as I scrambled to my feet, Yoongi spoke up again, this time sounding more like a whine. “Ahh, you’re no fun, Princess.”

“W-What did you just call me?” I stuttered, my mouth slightly hanging open, but I quickly shook my head and regained my focus. “I’m serious, get your ass up.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t act like a child. It’s an important day today.”

“If it’s so important, then let me sleep in so I have more energy.” Yoongi slowly pulled the covers over his head, only for me to yank them off, revealing his bare, milky chest.

‘When did he take off his shirt?!’ I thought, trying my hardest to look at anything else other than the faint outline of his abs. 

“You’re so annoying. Get up before I bring the boys in here.”

“That the best you got, Princess?”

“Min Yoongi!”

“Yes?” He looked up innocently, flashing a small smirk with a discreet wink. 

“I don’t have time for your shit!” I threw a pillow at him, yet he laid there, unfazed.

“Too bad. That’s what happens when you wake up the devil inside of me.”

“I’ve already tamed that son of a bitch a long time ago. Now get up.”

“I’ll get up if you gimme a kiss.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.” I sent him a death glare, and he returned an equally scary look, one that almost made my knees buckle beneath me.

“It’s just on the cheek.” He raised an eyebrow at my clearly unimpressed expression. “I guess I’m not getting up then.” He rolled his eyes, turning his back to me, snoring obnoxiously loud just to irritate me. 

“God! Fine, come here.” I sighed in defeat and made my way over to the bed as Yoongi turned over with the smile of a champion. I took a breath and leaned in close to his face, ready to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek when he suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back and climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed by my wrists as he carefully straddled my waist. 

“I win,” He smirked, leaning just close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. 

“Maya! Good morning-“ I heard a voice say as the door to my bedroom swung open, revealing Hoseok who was standing in the doorway, the rest of the boys lurking behind him. As soon as their brains comprehended what was happening, both Namjoon and Seokjin scurried to cover Jungkook’s eyes, while Hoseok screamed and Jimin and Taehyung just giggled at the scene.

“Don’t you know how to knock?!” I yelled, my heart running at a million miles per hour and my face fuming with heat. I quickly pushed Yoongi off of me once his grip loosened from shock and stood up, wanting to bury my face in my hands in embarrassment. While I was busy getting all flustered, Yoongi just shrugged and picked his shirt up from the floor and threw it on.

“Namjoon-ah, I told you it’d be a bad idea to go to her room!” Seokjin argued, punching Namjoon’s chest, causing him to uncover Jungkook’s eyes and chase after Jin, who was now running away like a maniac.

“If anyone ever brings this up again, I’m throwing you out with Balki’s Nightmare,” I muttered, grabbing Yoongi’s hand to yank him out of the room and down the hall, the other boys following until we eventually caught up with Namjoon and Seokjin, the whole group now together.

“Uh, Noona, I wanted to ask earlier, what’s Balki’s Nightmare?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Oh, well, how do I put this… it’s a dragon with nine heads.”

“Nine?” Jimin gasped, his mouth hanging open in such an adorable way.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s only one and she lives all the way up in the mountains. Anyways, forget that. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us. My servants left clothes in your wardrobes in each of your rooms. Please wear long pants and boots, but still choose something comfortable. We’re going to be traveling quite a bit today.”

With that, the group broke up and each of us headed back to our rooms to pick out our own clothes and change into them. As I changed, I found my pair of sturdy, metallic fans in my closet, and decided to bring them along, placing them in a matching holster. I met back up with the boys in front of my bedroom, as I instructed. I led them to the kitchen, where, surprisingly, breakfast was already awaiting us. A familiar dark-skinned woman with hot pink hair was standing in front of the sink, washing some dishes when I suddenly jumped onto her from behind, laughing from excitement and joy. 

“Oh my god, Maya! You’re back!” She said, immediately recognizing me as she embraced me. 

“It’s so good to see you, Fawn,” I smiled, pulling back to see her equally bright smile.

“Oh, who are these men?” 

“Fawn, meet BTS. Boys, this is Fawn Potter.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Fawn greeted politely, bowing to the boys.

“Likewise,” Namjoon said, returning the gesture. After Hyunae, Samantha, and Minjun came down to join us, we all sat and ate breakfast, first thanking Fawn for going out of her way to cook, of course. We talked and laughed, even Minjun, who was now acting normally and more cheerful than the last time I saw him, and the boys appreciated that. Once we finished eating, Samantha and Minjun offered to clean up so I could get the boys moving, and I thanked them then led the seven outside to the nearby stables.

“Woah,” Jimin gawked in awe at the gigantic barn standing before him. I softly laughed at his reaction and headed to the door, grabbing the chain at the side to pull it down, the door slowly rising up to reveal at more than two dozen stalls lined up, a soft yellow light illuminating the inside of the barn, shining on the animals that were stationed in their stalls.

“Horses?” Taehyung pondered, looking at the animals, their coats shiny and their spirits high.

“We use the horses when we need to lay low. Plus, I don’t want you to get on dragons just yet. Might as well get you used to riding on the ground first.”

“Aw, no fair, hyung has a head start,” Jungkook pouted as he pointed to Taehyung, referencing to the past lessons he took.

“We’ve got the whole day ahead of us, Kook, don’t you worry.”

“Mistress! You’ve returned,” A familiar, fair skinned woman exclaimed as she quickly exited the tack room, jogging over to me to give a polite bow.

“Ah, Zenobia, no need to bow. It’s good to see you. We’re just gonna go for a ride.”

“I am always here for assistance,” Zenobia said as she turned to the boys, bowing deeply once again as she returned to the tack room. Castilla, the other stablehand, peeked out and greeted me and the boys, quickly returning to her task.

“Such strange names…” Seokjin commented, walking up to one of the stalls as he gently ran his fingers over the metallic nameplate screwed onto the stall door.

“Sorry about that,” I said, fumbling with a strand of my hair.

“No, it’s cool. Eros sounds beautiful,” He replied, glancing back at the nameplate to make sure he didn’t completely butcher the name. “A beautiful name for a beautiful horse.” The tall, noir horse peeked his head out and looked towards Seokjin, nudging his head against the boy’s body, practically shoving him, but in a loving way.

“He likes you.” 

Seokjin smiled as he rested his hand on Eros’ muzzle, gently rubbing it while the young stallion perked his ears and flicked his tail in joy. 

“I would say he’s more handsome than me, but I just don’t think that’s possible, don’t you agree?” Jin said cheekily, striking a confident pose, earning groans from the entire group. 

“Oh, you two will definitely get along,” I sighed, face palming myself as I turned to the others to see which horses each of them gravitated to. I walked over to Jimin, who was petting a gray, speckled Arabian horse. “Zeta has a strong spirit. She kind of reminds me of you, Jimin.”

I could see his cheeks flush into a light tint of pink at my words, and couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered reaction. Ruffling his hair, I flashed a small smile and headed off to the others. Jungkook was entranced by the muscular horse in front of him, who was resting at the moment, but still full of grace and beauty. As I spoke to Jungkook about Gene, the horse resting right in front of us, I decided that I might as well just let them choose their own horses. After all, I probably would have chosen the same for them anyways.

I made my way over to Taehyung, his eyes wide but his smile bright as he locked his eyes onto the beautiful Azteca standing in front of him, the horse busy grooming itself to notice the gawking boy. I grinned and placed my hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, keeping my eyes locked on the horse, Juno, as I spoke up.

“He’s the pretty boy of the group. You two even have the same hair,” I commented, Taehyung gasping as he realized that in fact, both he and the gelding shared the same wavy, silver hairstyle. Eventually, Juno raised his head and stepped over to Taehyung, resting his large head on the boy’s shoulder after nuzzling his hair with his muzzle. I left them alone and headed over to Hobi, who was practically throwing heart eyes at the buckskin mare. “Hoseokie, I see you’ve chosen Vente.”

“She’s so beautiful,” Hoseok cooed, scratching behind Vente’s ear, earning a cute nicker from her, who was clearly enjoying the special treatment.

“Maya! Can you come here?” Namjoon shouted, my body traveling towards his voice immediately. “He’s a Thoroughbred, right?”

“Yes, Rani’s a Thoroughbred. He’s strong-willed, like you,” I confirmed as I subconsciously pet Rani’s dark muzzle that was poking out from the stall. “And unfortunately, he spooks easily and is also a bit of a klutz.”

“I guess that’s something we can bond over together, then.” Namjoon flashed a quick smile, turning his attention back to Rani, giving me the chance to wander off to Yoongi, who was standing in front of the Clydesdale’s stall, motionless. 

“What’s wrong, Yoongs?”

“I just wanted a proper introduction with you around. Someone has to make sure this big girl won’t bite my hand off,” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes, but I was still happy he wanted to wait for me. I clicked my tongue, catching the Clydesdale’s attention. She turned towards us and stuck her head out, briefly sniffing me just to focus entirely on Yoongi, nudging him and playing with his pale blue hair.

“Wow, I’ve never seen Rhoda this affectionate.”

“What can I say? I have that effect,” Yoongi smirked, and I couldn’t help but groan at his cocky remark. 

“Aren’t you the charmer? Wait here. Let me get Agro.”

“Agro?” I jogged over to the stall with the nameplate which was engraved with the word Agro in gorgeous cursive letters. Without warning the boys, I opened the stall door and began to walk down to the tack room, the gigantic Gypsy Vanner exiting the stall to follow me. 

“Noona! You left the-“ Jungkook began to warn me, but I interrupted him before he could finish.

“It’s okay, I do this with her all the time,” I explained as I lifted up her tack, quickly walking to her side to raise it onto her back. As I adjusted the girth, Taehyung decided to speak up.

“So, should we get the saddles?” He asked.

“Sure. Just put it on with the pommel facing forwards and pull it up slightly behind their withers.”

“Uhh…” Namjoon droned, obviously very lost at the foreign language I was using. 

“Their shoulders, Joon.”

“Ah, okay.” With that, the boys went to get their saddles and returned to their designated stalls, tacking their horses, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla, and I showed them how to bridle, which they did as well, not afraid to receive assistance from our stable hands. I grabbed Agro’s reins and tugged her outside, the rest of the boys following me. After we all gathered outside, I took Agro’s reins and threw them over her head, positioning my foot in the stirrup, proceeding to mount her perfectly from the ground. I looked up after checking to see if everything was secure, and all I could see were the boys’ shocked faces. 

“You never cease to amaze me,” Yoongi laughed as Zenobia dragged a nearby mounting block to Rhoda, allowing the snowy haired boy to quickly climb on. The rest of the boys followed in his steps, and in a matter of minutes, we were all mounted and ready to go. I went over the basic riding rules, and after they all verified they understood, we set off into the forest, our horses clumping close together so we were traveling as a group.

As we leisurely trailed through the forest, we all messed around and had a few laughs, talking about normal things we’d always talk about - at least until Hoseok practically screamed when a dragon came into sight, his shrill nearly scaring me right off of Agro, even though the dragon was barely bigger than my hand.

“For god's sake, Hobi! My ass is going to go into cardiac arrest one of these days!” I scolded, turning to glare at him.

“I think I might join you,” He whimpered as he pointed forwards, hiding his face in his jacket while I looked in the direction he was pointing to. Only a few yards away from us was another multicolored dragon, resembling a dragonfly, but of course, larger and more ferocious. Tranquil jade eyes sat high within the dragon’s thick, plated skull, which gave the creature a truly frightening appearance. A slim neck ran down from its head and into a wide body, its wings standing high and proud. Its eyes bored into the boys’, but they softened once they came across the sight of me. I nodded towards the dragon, and it skittered off somewhere deeper into the forest, an eerie clicking sound following, becoming more faint as it strayed further away from us. 

“I think I just wet myself,” Taehyung said jokingly, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He leaned over to Hoseok, who was frozen still, poking him and waving his hand in front of his face, yet no response was elicited. “And Hobi-hyung passed into another life.” We laughed at his comments as we ventured deeper in, Hoseok eventually loosening up, his fear turning to joy every time we passed by a dragon. Our conversations continued as normal, until Jungkook noticed the fans on my hips and changed the topic.

“Noona, what are those?” He asked, pointing to the golden weapons holstered on either side of me with one hand, his other still holding the reins.

“Oh, these are my weapons, Kook,” I explained, causing all of the boys to widen their eyes at my confession.

“What would you need weapons for?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“As you know, every fairytale has a villain. Usually it’s just one person, but sometimes there can be pairs, groups, or even armies. And they will do everything in their power to get what they want.”

“I-I don’t understand. Why are you talking about fairytales?” Taehyung questioned.

“This life of mine is like a fairytale. My villain, Magister Mortalis, is constantly after me, but it’s not one person. It’s a whole team, and they all have one goal: to assassinate me and burn this island to the ground. Because of this, I’ve learned to fight and defend myself, and, more importantly, the island. Almost every dragon has some sort of defense mechanism, and they’re ready to fight at all times. For myself, I’ve only had to use these fans a few times in the past few years, but not for anything too serious.”

“Does that mean you’ve…” 

I pulled back on Agro’s reins, the other horses shortly stopping behind her. My breath hitched and my body shriveled as I realized there was no avoiding the truth anymore. Without looking back at them, I answered coldly.

“Yes. I’ve killed,” I revealed as I lightly kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to walk, the rest of the horses automatically following.

For a moment, we all rode in silence, not daring to look at each other the entire time. I sighed quietly to myself and ran my fingers through my hair, noticing the weight being pressed on my chest. Eventually, as we neared closer to our first destination, I spoke up, my voice surprisingly quiet and reserved.

“Jungkook, can you dismount?”

Hesitantly, the young boy removed his feet from the stirrups and slid off of Gene, slowly walking over to me as I got off Agro. Before us was a small opening, leading into a cave.

As I stepped into the cave, I could feel Jungkook’s presence behind me, and I immediately stopped, turning around to gently push him all the way back to the horses.

“I need you to stay back here,” I ordered, the boy only being able to nod and gulp nervously, unable to produce any words. “Listen. Please, no matter what; don’t speak, don’t move, don’t intervene.”

I gently patted his shoulder, returning to the cave’s opening as I withdrew my fans, hitting them against each other, the sound echoing through the vast walls. Within a matter of seconds, a loud snarl replied to the sudden intrusion, which was my cue to step back into the sunlight, hold my fans in front of my body, and prepare for the creature to approach me.

An albino claw emerged from the darkness, piercing red eyes glowing as the dragon stepped out, its muscular frame and vicious appearance elevating the hair on my skin, and undoubtedly, also the boys’, who were standing by, watching as I came face to face with the ferocious beast. I stepped back as the dragon neared closer, its shoulder movements resembling that of a lion’s, ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. 

“Jungkook, meet Quinn,” I said bluntly, causing the youngest to widen his eyes, coming to the realization that this would be his dragon. My words provoked the dragon, a loud roar erupting from its chest as it came closer to me, baring its teeth, still stained with blood from its last meal. Its wings stood proudly, spreading unconsciously as it roared again, with more ferocity than the last. “The Red-Eyed Ravager, one of the best hunting dragons in The Claim you could ever hope to find.”

I stopped in my tracks and dropped my fans, letting them clatter on the ground, prompting a questioning look from Quinn, but nevertheless, he continued to pursue me, with more caution. I dropped to my hands and knees, stretching my left leg back out as I bent my right, planting one hand on the ground, by my waist. With Quinn only a few feet away from me, I closed my eyes and reached out with my free hand, closing the distance between us as I gently placed my palm onto his snout, the steam rising from his nostrils filled with rage, but it quickly transitioned into tranquility. I fluttered my eyes open, and there the beast was, his eyes closed with a certain softness that assured me he was calm.

“Jungkook, it’s okay. You can come now,” I insisted, standing again to face him, a perplexed but intrigued expression on his face. Noticing his hesitation, I patted Quinn as I walked over to Jungkook, the beast following me over to the boy, who was now more stiff than a metal post. 

“He won’t hurt me?” Jungkook questioned suspiciously. 

“Of course not. That whole thing just now was for respect because I woke him up from his sleep.”

“Reminds me of someone else,” Namjoon joked, eyeing Yoongi, who was looking at the dragon with enriched eyes, but only when I shifted my gaze to him I realized he was now staring at me.

“Yoongi-ah, you’re staring.”

“Hyung’s got a crush~” Taehyung teased, earning a smack from Yoongi who then swiftly returned his attention to me.

“You have such a way with the dragons… it’s amazing,” He said, a small smile creeping onto his lips from the impressive show. 

“I grew up with them, Yoongs. It only makes sense,” I smiled, gently rubbing Quinn’s head, earning a low grunt in return.

“Noona, can I?” Jungkook queried, reaching out to the dragon, prompting his question if he could pet him.

“Go ahead, he’s yours.”

Jungkook cautiously placed his hand on Quinn’s snout, a friendly purr returning from the action, causing a wide smile to appear on Jungkook’s golden face. He gently kneeled and continued to shower Quinn with love and adoration, sounds of affection eliciting from the dragon due to his actions.

“Oh, wow,” Jungkook whispered, taking in the sight of the creature before him while I grabbed my fans and secured them into my holsters.

“Quinn might seem scary at first, but once you get to know him, he’s a real sweetheart,” I said as Jungkook stood up, his smile unable to leave his lips, my eyes wandering back to the dragon. “Gyon au.” Quinn happily obeyed and ran back into his cave, disappearing into the darkness as Jungkook and I mounted our horses again, continuing on the path to the next dragon. Not even waiting a second for us to depart from the cave, the boys began to bombard me with questions. I laughed as I tried my best to listen and answer all of them.

“How many dragons are on these islands?” Hoseok asked.

“About 13,000.”

“What other hunting dragons are there?” Namjoon joined.

“Eurasian Rubyhides, Frostbiters, Japanese Vipermuzzles-“

“Don’t these species fight a lot with each other?” Jimin questioned.

“Sometimes, but they know there’ll be consequences if they do.”

Before I knew it, I had answered at least a million questions and we were standing right in front of Taehyung’s dragons’ territory, a large burrowing hole right beneath my feet after I slid off of Agro, calling Taehyung to join me. 

“Jesus, how big is this thing?” Taehyung babbled, intimidated by the size of the gaping tunnel standing at his feet.

“She’s a Titan Wing - still pretty small compared to the others - but I think she’ll be good for you,” I replied, leaning into the tunnel to let out a sharp, short whistle, urging Taehyung to step back immediately after the ground began to shake. From the tunnel erupted a gigantic, white, snake like dragon, covered in frills and spines with blank, hostile red eyes jutting into the boys standing underneath her as she rose into the sky. She opened her mouth, ready to let out a deafening scream, when I suddenly yelled out for her, notifying her of my presence. Her expression softened and she landed beside me, curling her body around my figure to hug me. I laughed and gave her a little pat before turning to Taehyung, who she had now noticed and was creeping towards.

“Uh, Maya, help me out here!” 

“Hold out your hand.”

“Do what?!”

“Just do it Tae!” 

Reluctantly, he tightly shut his eyes and followed my advice, but it turned to his favor as the dragon gently bowed her head, pushing her head so Taehyung’s palm was now resting against her scales. He peeked with one eye, and let out a loud sigh of relief, realizing he was safe.

“I think I wet myself again,” He groaned, earning a chuckle from the rest of us, even the dragon.

“Taehyung, meet Phaedra,” I introduced them to each other. “Phaedra, em ste Taehyung.”

The dragon gently nodded and blew a puff of smoke in Taehyung’s face, chuffing shortly afterwards at his awe stricken face.

“I can’t believe you can actually communicate with dragons,” Taehyung marveled, stepping back to look at me as I tended to Phaedra, brushing dirt and such off of her scales.

“Eventually you’ll have to as well,” I lied, immediately bursting out into laughter at his terrified expression. “I’m kidding, Tae. Unless one of you wants to learn Draconian.” I turned to eye the boys mounted on their horses, all of them jokingly whipping their heads away, whistling innocently and ignoring me. “Alright, alright, I get it. Languages are hard and I’m a buzzkill.” I gently pat Phaedra to let her know she could go. She nodded and slithered back into the tunnel while Taehyung and I mounted our horses, trotting off to the next dragon.

“Am I next?” Jimin asked, raising his hand politely with a small smile.

“Ah, you’re so cute, Jimin. Yes, you’re next. Come on, let’s see how well you guys can ride.” With that, I squeezed my knees together, prompting Agro to start trotting, swiftly transitioning into a canter as the boys yelled and hurried to catch up to me. Exiting the forest, we cantered into the connecting grasslands, nearby dragons whizzing their heads towards us or jumping away to avoid the path of the horses. I stood in my stirrups and grabbed a good portion of Agro’s mane, using my free hand to quickly pull out the slim whistle I had used previously to call Toothless.

As soon as I heard the familiar roar growing closer, I jumped out of my stirrups and stood on Agro’s back, holding the reins as Toothless soared in from the clouds, flying next to me, giving me a clear path to jump off of Agro and onto his back. I quickly positioned my feet and we rose into the clouds, leaving the boys and their horses to continue cantering, with Agro leading the way. As soon as Toothless broke through the clouds, my eyes landed on a Cloudjumper resting atop a cloud, stretching gracefully having just woken up from a morning nap.

“Indra, mafta ai op!” I shouted, catching the dragon’s attention fast enough that she was able to follow right behind Toothless after he looped and dived back down to the ground. I pointed to the boys, and Toothless flew down with Indra following on his tail to stop and land in front of them, of course, giving them enough space and time to react. The Cloudjumper stayed hovering in the air, twisting her head much like an owl when she noticed Jimin’s admirable stare towards her, his eyes not leaving hers even as he dismounted his horse. She softly landed and crawled over to him as he walked over to her, almost as if they were being attracted to each other by some sort of magnetic force. 

“What’s her name?” Jimin beamed, showing his signature eye smile as he studied the dragon’s features.

“Indra.”

“She’s so pretty.”

Indra chirped happily at his words, slowly encasing him with her warm body - in an affectionate way of course. We laughed as she tried to snuggle up against him, but I pulled her back and sent her on her way after letting Jimin pet her for a few more minutes. 

“So, are we going to talk about what you just did?” Namjoon gushed, cupping his own face in his hands, his mouth hanging wide open.

“What, the jump?”

“‘What, the jump…’ aish, this kid is going to kill me,” Seokjin groaned, burrowing his face in his palms as he let out a loud, fake sob. “It was amazing!”

“Really?” 

The boys instantaneously nodded like their lives depended on it, bright smiles appearing on their faces. 

“So modest,” Yoongi laughed, shaking his head.

“Hyuuuung-“ Jungkook tried to tease him, but was abruptly shut up with a pale hand over his mouth.

“Say one more word and I end you.”

“Don’t kill him, Yoongs,” I chuckled as I whispered into Toothless’ ear, sending him off to bring back a dragon. “Hoseokie, you’re up next.”

“Oh my god,” He whimpered, anxiously sliding off of Vente to stagger over to me.

“Hey, don’t worry. I chose the calmest dragon I know.”

“Well, at least we won’t need a medic on standby,” Seokjin snorted, teasing the dancer over his fears. However, I embraced him and wrapped my arms around him tightly, whispering a few words to encourage him.

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll be fine.”

After a few minutes, Toothless returned with Hoseok’s dragon, her vibrant yellow and violet scales standing out from the pale blue sky. The two landed in front of us, waiting for one another to move when I suddenly grabbed Hoseok’s hand, causing him to scream. The dragon flinched and cowered, instantly causing Hoseok to calm down and drop to his knees to comfort her, the reaction tugging at his heartstrings.

“No, no, don’t be scared! Here, look!” Hoseok cheered as he stood up, doing his usual silly dances and routines. The Skyburst, now intrigued, lifted her head and chuffed when she saw his movements in an attempt to cheer her up. She purred and rubbed her head against Hobi’s chest, pushing a smile onto his lips. “Wah~ So cute.”

“Her name is Leia. She’s pretty shy, but I think she’s already warmed up to you,” I said.

“Do all dragons have names?” He instantly face palmed himself at his question and apologized. “Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“No, it’s not. All dragons have names, but they’re assigned by me when hatched. Maybe you guys could help me name some of the newcomers, hm?”

“I’m naming one Kumamon,” Yoongi cajoled, his lips rising into a sweet gummy smile.

“Oh, for the love of god,” I mumbled as I sent Leia and Toothless off, mounting up with Hoseok and Jimin to continue our travels, this time, heading back to the castle, but on a different route, following the largest river, The Trail Of Tears.

As we passed by the wild dragons, I noticed that the boys were no longer scared, and were now pointing out the dragons they wanted to meet, naming them as we rode past, and even interacting with them on their own. 

“Namjoon, you ready?” I suddenly spoke up, prompting a surprised but soon steady expression on his sun-lit face. An explosion in the distance, but not too far away, indicated that his dragon was nearby. “All-Mother help me,” I whispered to myself as I kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to trot forward to the source of the explosion, the boys leading their horses to trail behind me. 

Through the thick canopy of trees, we turned and came across a young, rocky dragon, ember glowing from its crevices as it continuously fired at the mountain’s feet, little specks of dust and rocks flying everywhere with every blast. I groaned and dropped my head in frustration, hopping off of Agro to lecture the dragon, now caught red handed.

“Phelan, krei? Nodotaim? Yu get klin mou beda.” I scolded, placing my hands on my hips. The dragon whimpered and backed down, bowing deeply to me in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. I sighed, resting my hand on his skin, made entirely out of rock, then called Namjoon over, who gleefully bent down to the dragon.

“Seems like a troublemaker,” Namjoon chuckled, turning his head to me while staying crouched in front of Phelan.

“Oh, definitely, but it can actually be useful sometimes. Just try not to destroy the entire island when you’re together, yeah?” 

Phelan chuffed at my joke, but ultimately knew he had to be responsible or he would have to face the consequences. Namjoon nodded and stood up while I dismissed Phelan, lecturing him one last time to not blast any more mountains.

“Jinnie, you’re the last one!” 

“Is my dragon a boy or a girl?” Seokjin asked as we began to travel along the river, the horses now in a single file formation.

“Kira is a girl, but to be honest, you can’t even tell because she acts completely different than most female Riverside Serpents.”

“Riverside Serpent? Did you come up with all of these names?” Namjoon wondered.

“Oh, no. I only named the species I discovered during my rule.”

“I still can’t believe you’re a queen, Noona,” Jungkook sighed, a shy smile creeping onto his lips.

“It all feels like a dream,” Jimin commented, observing his surroundings as he spoke.

“Ah, there she is,” I said, pointing to a white and green serpentine dragon kneeling by the river, drinking from the fast stream.

“She looks more traditional,” Seokjin observed as he quickly slid off of Eros to stand by me while I caught Kira’s attention, asking her to come closer. Her eyes roamed and scanned each of the boys until they came across Jin’s face, and an immediate purr followed, along with a gentle head butt.

“Wow, she loves you,” I snorted, surprised that she instantly took a liking to him. After a few moments of playing with Kira, Jin replied.

“Who wouldn’t?” 

“Alright, Casanova, let’s get moving.” I sent Kira back to the river as Jin and I mounted up again, riding back to the castle as a group, now in a more scattered formation, with the younger boys lined up behind me, Yoongi and Namjoon on either side of me, and the other two slightly ahead, as they didn’t need me to lead since the castle was already in our sight.

“Yoongi doesn’t get a dragon?” Namjoon suddenly asked, tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention first.

“He already got one yesterday, after you boys went to your rooms,” I explained, Namjoon nodding in acknowledgement. Yoongi began to move further ahead, now out of earshot between me and Namjoon, who decided to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Soo… you and Yoongi-“

“Joon, don’t even start. It’s not like that.”

“I see the way you look at each other. What you two have is special, and I think you’d be good for each other.”

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pressing my palm on my forehead in an attempt to relieve some of the pain forming in my head as I tried my best to gather my thoughts.

“Even if he did like me, I couldn’t let that get in the way of my duties. If something happened to him…” I began to express my concerns, but Namjoon simply smiled and replied in a gentle voice.

“Baby, I get it, but just think about it, okay? I promise, I’m not lying when I say that you two were made for each other,” He reassured me. Before I knew it, we had already arrived at the gates of the castle. I led the group back to the stables and we all dismounted, putting away our horses after untacking them, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla. 

As we walked up the stairs of the castle, I heard distant footsteps that surely didn’t belong to either me or the boys, so with caution, I gripped onto one of my fans and discreetly unholstered it. Without warning, I turned around to whiz it at the area of the sound, the metal clanging against stone, just mere inches away from Minjun, who was hiding behind a stone pillar to protect himself. I gasped and rushed to pick up my fan, running to check if he was hurt.

“God, you’re fast,” Minjun laughed, looking over his slightly bruised hands.

“Jun, what happened?” I questioned, rubbing my fingers over the bruises.

“Agh, I ran into some assholes from the Northern Markets. They taunted me with shit about Hyunae, I couldn’t stand it.”

“Those motherfu-“

“Woah, love, watch the language,” He chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry.” I looked down sheepishly, embarrassed of my sudden, minor lash out.

“Oh, and by the way, kids, the Tramplers brought back your stuff from Seoul. They’re on your beds.” Minjun cocked his head towards the boys, a clearly insulted expression falling onto Yoongi’s face.

“What did he just call us?” Yoongi fumed to Namjoon.

“Minjun, can you check on Luthais to see if he needs any more Dreamwillow?” I asked, quickly changing the subject as Minjun nodded and left for Luthais’ hut for his task. “You’re welcome, Yoongi.”

Yoongi simply stood there with his jaw tightened as I walked past him coolly, his body trailing behind mine soon enough once he had snapped out of his shock. It was quite rare for me to perform favors for him, especially for ones he never asked for, but the ones I knew he needed.

“Hey, so, quick question. Are we getting weapons soon?” Seokjin asked suddenly, causing me to trip and fall backwards, conveniently into Yoongi’s arms, that were quick to catch me.

“You okay, sugar?” Yoongi said, concerned as I looked back at him, still in his grasp.

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled, clearly embarrassed as I continued walking, more carefully this time. “What the hell makes you think you’re getting weapons?”

“We are, aren’t we? I overheard your servants talking about having to give us weapons soon,” Seokjin explained.

“You are one sneaky little-“

“Don’t curse!”

“Ugh, fine. You caught me. Yes, you’re getting weapons. Armor, as well - but don’t even think for a second that’s going to be within the next 48 hours. You boys have to take flying lessons.”

“Flying lessons? As in flying on dragons, thousands of feet in the air?” Taehyung worried, his voice wavering.

“Tae, I know it seems scary, but I’m confident you boys will get the hang of it.”

“I’ve got a head start, by the way,” Yoongi bragged.

“Really? No fair!” Jungkook whined, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Suck it up, kid,” Yoongi scowled, rolling his eyes.

“Well, you guys can go explore or something, I’m heading to the studio,” I said abruptly, turning on my heels only for the boys to follow after me, all the way to the studio, tired and waiting to be used after months of neglect. 

“Hell yes!” Hoseok preached, dropping to his knees to perform a fake prayer at the sight of the glorious dance studio.

“Noona, you dance?” Jungkook wondered, tilting his head slightly along with his question.

“Of course. Maybe it’s good you didn’t know - now we can have dance battles,” I smirked, winking at Hoseok as I ran over to the stereo to select a song. “What do you think I should do? No Limit by G-Eazy?”

“What about Mic Drop?” Namjoon suggested jokingly.

“Never heard of that,” I teased as I set up the music and jogged back to the middle of the room, taking my jacket off to discard of it, flying to who knows where in the room.

As the song began, I performed my best moves and let the rhythm of the beat move for me. I danced with certainty, speed, and agility. With my movements fluent and confidence sharp, I couldn’t help but smirk at the boys’ sudden shocked expressions, Yoongi’s intense stare making me unconsciously bite my lip in anticipation. They gazed at me, completely captivated by my undoubtedly sensual movements to the music, and even though the song had soon ended, they stayed speechless with their eyes wide open and jaws dropped. 

“That’s it. Let’s do this,” Jimin said quickly, rushing to play Dionysus as the dance line hopped in and began to move with me to the music, all of our bodies perfectly coordinated with one another, the bass of the beats vibrating off of the walls of the studio. Within just a few minutes, the four of us had sweat dripping down our bodies, causing us to shed more layers as we continued to dance.

Once we had unanimously decided to stop for the day, I threw a water bottle to each of them after grabbing them from the conveniently placed mini fridge, sitting under the shelf holding a few white towels.

“Maya, I would have danced with you a long time ago if I knew you were that good,” Hoseok smirked, screwing the cap off of his bottle.

“Well, thanks, Hobi,” I smiled, chugging the half full bottle of water in my grasp. “You okay, Yoongs? You haven’t said anything or moved for a while.”

I glanced over at Yoongi, who was leaning against the wall, holding his jacket nonchalantly in front of his abdomen, looking off somewhere into the distance.

“I think hyung has a-“ Taehyung snickered, but was quickly shut up by Seokjin, who slapped his hand over the younger boy’s mouth.

“Don’t even say it, V,” Seokjin groaned, hiding his face in his other palm in embarrassment. I laughed and took one last sip of my water, tossing the bottle into the trash can, hidden in the far corner of the studio.

“Let’s go,” I said, slinging my jacket back over my shoulder before exiting the room, the others following me. 

“So, where to next, Mistress?” Yoongi suddenly whispered in my ear, rightfully earning a kick in the shins from me.

“Shut up! You don’t speak for an hour and the first thing you say to me is that?” I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I scanned his face, full of pride with a cheeky smirk to compliment it. “Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face.”

“Maybe if you give me a kiss-“

“Yoongi!”

The boys laughed as we continued to bicker back and forth, until I realized we reached where I had planned to go next. With Yoongi’s constant teasing, I needed something else to focus on before I went completely insane.

I opened the door and stepped into the room, the long chandeliers hanging from the ceiling immediately blinding me. I adjusted to see the light illuminate the cases of books built inside the walls. The royal blue couches rested on every side of the room, overlooked by the second floor, a gorgeous golden railing standing to protect the above level. Sunlight shone in through the windows, flexing across the linoleum floors, intricate floral designs softly carved into the material.

“Go crazy, Joon,” I whispered to Namjoon, who smiled brightly and stepped in, gravitating towards the bookshelves lined with old but beautiful books.

“What a nerd,” Seokjin muttered, but Namjoon had heard.

“If we’re going to stay here, we should learn about the dragons and history as much as we can,” Namjoon argued.

“He’s got a point, you know,” I agreed, shrugging slightly. “Do you guys want to check out the Book of Dragons? It’s got information on all the species - even though it’s a little outdated.”

“Yes!” The boys instantaneously replied, a small smile creeping onto my lips at their enthusiasm as I quickly stepped over to a special showcase, opening it to remove a large, leather book. I was about to sit down when someone grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me down onto their lap. I gasped and tried to move, but they kept me pinned down.

“Really, Yoongi?” I groaned, glaring back at him.

“I want the best view,” He simply replied, leaning the both of us back as he rested his chin on my shoulder, the rest of the boys gathering around me, standing, sitting beside me, or on the couch armrests. Yoongi snaked his arms around my waist as I opened the book to a random page, landing on the bio of the Night Fury, coincidentally. 

“‘The Night Fury is the fastest, smartest, and rarest of the known species of dragons, commonly described as the ‘Holy offspring of lightning and death itself,’” Jungkook read aloud, his eyebrows cocking up as he read the last part. 

“It says it’s trainable here,” Taehyung said, pointing to the written factors of the species, one of them informing that the Night Fury can, indeed, be trained. “Are there dragons that can’t be trained? Like, ever?”

“Yes, but I’ve found a way to work with them,” I answered.

“Which ones?” Hoseok asked.

“Exterminators, Frostbiters, and Venomtails are good examples. Those are just a few I can think of right now off the top of my head, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to know what dragons I should avoid,” He grinned, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Don’t be worried. The dragons will come around to you, eventually.” 

“What does this mean?” Yoongi questioned, moving his hand to point to the words that printed Strike Class, however, I was rather focusing on how he dragged his fingers back across my thigh, waiting for an answer. “Maya?”

“Hm, what? Oh. Sorry, I got distracted, uhh… that’s the classification. Every species is placed into a class based on their characteristics or abilities.”

“So, what class is Aenaes in?” This time, alongside his question, he tightly squeezed my thigh, traveling closer to where my legs parted. I had to bite my lip to suppress a soft moan from coming out.

“H-He’s in Strike Class, too.”

“And that is…” 

I quickly flipped to the page that had displayed information about the subject.

Strike Class dragons are characterized by their blazing speed, vice-like jaw strength, and extreme intelligence, as well as pin-point accuracy, powerful attacks, explosive firepower and a unique ability to allow them to navigate in their respective environments/atmosphere. The dragons in this class are some of the rarest of all dragons, some are close to extinction. They are also the most difficult to train but the most loyal once they have been trained. They are also generally among the most powerful dragons.

“Mm, cool,” Yoongi mumbled, pulling his arm back to rest around my waist. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued to read to the boys, informing them of the behavioral patterns of dragons, their senses, and habitats. After teaching them about a dozen species, I placed the book back and called it a day. Honestly, it was because I couldn’t stand Yoongi’s teasing anymore, so I needed to break away. I muttered a few things as I left them in the small library to escape to my room, one of the few safe havens I had here. 

I groaned and pushed my messy hair back, my fingers running through the strands as I closed my eyes, throwing my head back in frustration. With a defeated sigh, I fell onto my bed and laid there, my arms spread and my knees crossed as my chest rose and fell quickly, bringing me to the realization that I was practically begging to breathe all this time. My chest tightened and my guts churned, both with embarrassment and excitement. 

‘Get it together,’ I thought to myself, lifting my hand to rest my palm on my sweaty forehead. I rose from the mattress and made my way over to the double doors, pushing them open to step out onto the cool marble platform. With a deep breath, I stepped forward until I was close to the edge, and looked down, the distance between me and the ground almost immeasurable. 

I pushed my hand in my pocket, pausing for a moment even though I desperately wanted to call  for Toothless. I honestly didn’t want to bother him, but I did need to escape from the mess my emotions were. Hesitantly, I blew the whistle and Toothless came quickly, hovering by the platform, allowing me to leap onto his back and let him lead me wherever he desired, something I only ever did when I had too much on my mind.

Soon enough, I had come out of my thoughts to realize that Toothless was just landing on the soft sand of Talon’s Shore, a large beach just west of the castle. I smiled as I dismounted Toothless and slid off my shoes before running over to the shoreline, the waves slowly rolling in as the water parted between my toes, completely flooding my feet.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a blue and white speckled dragon emerge from the water, its wings folded neatly and its frills cleanly defining its elongated face. With a tired yawn, it shook off the water like a dog would after a bath, and turned my way, finally noticing me, now sitting in the dry sand. As it came closer, I recognized it was an adolescent female Thunderdrum, probably returning from a weary journey. She waddled over to me with her stubby legs and plopped down beside me, burrowing her way underneath my arm for attention. I laughed and gladly rested my hand on her snout, a happy chitter returning from her throat.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my other senses to overtake me, the sound of the waves crashing and the feeling of the Thunderdrum’s soft skin calming me down over time. As Toothless curled his body around us, I spoke to him, obviously not expecting an answer, but I did it anyways.

“Bud, I think I’m going insane,” I sighed, leaning back onto the black dragon’s body. He simply snorted in response, resting his head on his arm, his eyes leisurely shutting as he quietly rested. “I think I love him…”

The Thunderdrum chirped at my words, a cute smile accompanying her now perked ears. I huffed and gave her a small pat as I spoke up again.

“So, what do you think I should do, Yvette?” I asked, the young dragon tilting her head at my question in confusion. I giggled and translated for her, and she simply blew a puff of her hot breath in my face, proceeding to stand up and head back into the sea, her warmth leaving my side. With an exhausted sigh, I stood up and woke up Toothless, initiating a walk on the beach with him once he fully awoke. Every couple of minutes, he nudged my hand, checking to see if I was okay. I halted in my path and kneeled, rubbing his chin with affection, a sweet rumble eliciting from his throat. 

After about ten minutes, I decided to head back. Toothless dropped me off on the same marble platform connected to my bedroom before soaring off into the distance, a proud roar following. I fell face first on my bed, closing my eyes as I audibly screamed out my frustration into the mattress. 

There was no denying it - I loved Yoongi - yet I didn’t even know how to go about it. Knowing that he only recently broke up with his near 2-year girlfriend Sunmi just last month, even if it was forced by their companies, I couldn’t just jump on him right away. He was probably heart-broken, and I doubt he had any similar feelings to mine, so there was no point, really. It would have just gone horribly, so why bother?

I rolled over to the other side of the bed and changed out of my clothes, slipping on a mere oversized tunic that met my thighs mid-way and a pair of boy shorts. As I dragged myself to the bathroom, I flipped on the light switch and looked at myself in the mirror, almost gagging at the sight of my revolting appearance.

“God, I look like a fucking mess,” I mumbled to myself, trying to fix up my hair and wipe off the remaining smudged makeup that I had applied from yesterday. When I stepped back into my bedroom, I heard a gentle knock on the door, almost making me trip over my own feet at the sudden intrusion.

“Maya? It’s Namjoon. I wanted to talk to you,” The outside voice said, relieving me of my stress as I opened the door to reveal Namjoon, smiling sweetly to showcase his beloved dimples. 

“What’s up?” I yawned, trying my best to sound more unbothered than I currently was.

“Here, sit down.” Namjoon entered and closed the door, turning the lock prior to grabbing my wrist to lead me to the bed, where he sat me down. He crawled onto the bed and laid down, his back resting comfortably against the headboard, supported by pillows, with his arms crossed in his lap. 

Due to my stillness, he decided to take matters into his own hands and turned me around, pulling me back to sit in between his legs, my back now against his chest and our arms linked. I hummed and gently rested my head on his chest, turning slightly so I was more curled up than lying straight. His arms slowly moved around my waist to support my body as he spoke up.

“Where were you?”

“Down by the beach with Toothless. I needed some time alone,” I answered.

“So, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing much,” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

“Baby, how many times do I have to remind you what a terrible liar you are? Something’s bothering you.” I clenched my jaw at his words, trying to find the best way out of spilling the truth.

“It’s nothing.”

“Then why did you run out of the library like it was on fire, especially after Yoongi was getting touchy with you?”

“You saw that?!” I whipped my head back with my eyes wide in shock. He simply nodded and pulled me back down in the previous position, raising one hand to play with my hair.

“I told you, he loves you.” 

“Very funny, Joon.”

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So what, are you going to tell me I can shapeshift into a dragon now?”

”Maya, I’m-“

“No. I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that. He literally broke up with Sunmi last month, his girlfriend of 2 fucking years, and you want me to think he’s now in love with me? You’re crazy,” I snapped, stumbling to my feet as I headed for the door. Namjoon grasped my wrist and pulled me back, ceasing my movements.

“Do you hear yourself right now? Yoongi was miserable with Sunmi. He never loved her,” Namjoon explained, a glint of frustration in his obsidian eyes.

I yanked Namjoon’s hand away, walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me. My feet began to move for me, elevating from a fast walk to practically a sprint down the hall as I heard the door open again, Namjoon calling out to me, footsteps soon following. My glance whipped back at him as he chased after me when, suddenly, I bumped into someone, causing me to stumble backwards, but whoever it was had caught me before I could fall. I shifted my gaze forward, almost screaming when I saw Yoongi standing right in front of me, holding me by my waist in a dip position, protecting me from falling.

“Woah, you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Yoongi said, concerned as he brushed my bangs away from my eyes. I really wanted to swat his hand away and storm off, but I couldn’t even bring myself to move or speak, which ended wonderfully for me as Namjoon finally caught up to me, now hunched over and gasping for air.

“You… you are fast,” He huffed, straightening his body as his eyes wandered to Yoongi, obviously worried. “Hyung, can I talk to you?”

“Uhh, sure,” Yoongi hesitated as Namjoon led him off into another room, of which I eventually recognized as the lounge. I groaned and headed back to my room, locking the door, softly closing it behind me. I tore off my shirt, throwing it into the corner of my room, then fell onto my bed, once again yelling out my frustrations.

‘I really can’t take this anymore,’ I thought, mentally sighing. I rolled over to lie on my back when my thoughts drifted back to what Namjoon had said. I didn’t want to believe it, but maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe Yoongi never liked Sunmi. Maybe he was just pretending. Maybe he was actually in love with me all this time. Maybe.

Before I could even notice my weariness, I closed my eyes with my body still hanging off the edge of the bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, my mind finally blank.

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Unwind - Yoongi (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: pretty tame for the most part, fingering, soft dom Yoongs, oral (m. receiving), mild dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1.6K

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A loud, exhausted groan escaped your mouth as your fingers trailed over your laptop, shutting the cover while leaning back in your chair, the faint squeaking ticking a nerve somewhere in your body. You had spent all day working with little breaks due to your time constraints, and by god, you were just ready for this day to end.

You heard the front door open and footsteps approaching you, hands soon finding their way to your shoulders, rubbing them gently.

“Hey,” Yoongi greeted, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. You slipped your hand over his, rubbing your thumb against his skin as you leaned your head back to look at him. He looked just as exhausted and frustrated as you did, his hair unkempt and his eyes dark and dreary.

“Hey,” You said back. You sighed and closed your eyes as Yoongi squeezed your shoulders slightly, a small laugh following. 

“You okay?”

“Just tired. I had to get this article out by tonight. My client was very picky about it.”

“What an asshole.”

You laughed at his comment and fluttered your eyes open, looking up at him smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Tired too. I spent all day in the studio, but I couldn’t make anything that was actually good. Couldn’t find any inspiration,” Yoongi explained with a sigh as he rubbed his thumb over your jaw, his touch raising goosebumps on your skin.

“There’s no rush. You always have tomorrow, babe.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just a little annoyed.”

You sat up and turned around to face him, then grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He smiled into the kiss and molded his lips against yours, his fingers running through your disheveled hair. You pulled away for a second to stand up, then continued your kiss, your hands grabbing at his arms as he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly granted him. His tongue danced with yours, and it was obvious he was hungry for more. 

Yoongi’s hands snaked down to your ass, squeezing harshly, making you moan into the kiss. He smirked against your lips and squeezed again, then continued running his hands up and down your curves. Finally, after a minute, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, breath hot and heavy against your skin. 

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?” Yoongi whispered, his lips attaching under your jawline. You laughed quietly and tangled your fingers in his noir hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend.

“I’d like that,” You said, sitting on the desk behind you. Yoongi smiled and connected your lips again as he slipped one of his hands up to your face, cupping it, the other hand sliding beneath your pants to rub his fingers against your throbbing bud. You immediately moaned at his touch, dipping your head in response, but Yoongi caught on and moved with you, keeping his lips on yours as he rubbed slow circles into your clit, dampening your panties with every second that passed. “Yoongi,” You moaned into his mouth, and he took that as his cue to speed up his movements. 

You jolted at the sudden switch, your aching walls clenching around nothing as he pressed into your clit with every circle. You were desperate for his fingers, and at this point, you just needed something inside you. He must have noticed your restlessness as he finally granted your wishes and pushed aside your panties, inserting two fingers into your heat. You moaned loudly at the feeling, immediately clenching around him. He hissed and began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace - too slow.

“Yoongi, faster, please,” You begged, leaning your head back, Yoongi’s lips attaching to your throat, sucking small bruises on your skin. 

“Make another sound and I’ll have to stop,” Yoongi warned. The urge to whine leapt to your lips, but you kept it inside, instead just inhaling sharply as he sped up his pace, fingers drumming into your heat until his knuckles met your bottom lips. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to keep any sound from escaping. Yoongi noticed you beginning to unravel, and he took it to his advantage by twisting his fingers as he pounded them into you, hitting new spots you didn’t even know existed. “Touch yourself, baby.”

You quickly followed his orders and slipped a hand down beneath your pants and into your panties, your fingers attaching to your clit as you rubbed it in a need for your release. Yoongi quickened his pace as he licked a broad stripe up your throat, nipping at the skin underneath your jaw. You suppressed a moan as your fingers began to move faster to the pace of Yoongi’s. You felt a clenching in your gut, indicating you were close.

“I’m so close. Yoongi, please,” You said. Suddenly, Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and out of your panties, his hands resting on your hip. You snapped your head towards him, eyebrows furrowing in anger and confusion. “Yoongi, what the fuck?”

“I said no talking, Y/N.” You realized your mistake and quickly threw your arms around him, mumbling into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry. It just felt so good. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi sighed and patted your head with his other hand, pulling your head back slightly to connect your eyes with his.

“I know, baby. It’s okay,” Yoongi whispered. “Come on, take off your clothes.”

You stood up and began stripping out of your clothes, Yoongi doing the same. You threw them aside and sat back on the desk, sliding your fingers over your slick heat as you watched Yoongi take off his boxers, your eyes drawn to his erection. He had barely finished kicking off his boxers before you had dropped to your knees and grabbed his length gently, kitten licking the head. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi ran his fingers through your hair as you sucked his tip, swirling your tongue around him. You slowly bobbed your head, taking most of him in, your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth. Yoongi’s hips bucked forward, making you gag on his cock. He let out a low moan as you took him deeper into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.” 

You felt him twitch inside your mouth, but just as you were about to speed up, Yoongi grabbed your hair and gently pulled you away, taking his cock out of your mouth. 

“Desk.”

You understood what he meant and climbed up on the table, spreading your legs as he walked towards you, lazily pumping his cock. His eyes were drawn to your core, and he slowly licked his lips at the sight of you dripping, just for him. Yoongi placed his hand on your hips and gripped his length with the other, teasing your entrance with his head.

“Yoongi, stop teasing and just fuck me al- oh fuck!”

Yoongi suddenly thrusted into you, his cock stretching out your walls deliciously. You threw your head back at the sudden entrance and Yoongi’s grip on your hip tightened. You knew there would be a bruise there the next day. Yoongi pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, your tits bouncing at the sudden movement. You cried out at the feeling, your hands gravitating up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his black locks. 

He leaned over you, creating a steady pace with his hips as he attached his lips to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses across your skin. He buried himself deep in you, then pulled out and pushed himself back in with so much force that the desk jolted back and hit the wall. Yoongi sped up the movements of his hips, moving steadily, your wetness allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease. 

“Fuck, oh my god, Yoongi,” You moaned, gripping the end of the desk with one hand as your other clenched his hair. He rolled his hips against yours, pushing deeper into you then ever before, his cock brushing against your g-spot. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Yoongi groaned into your neck, placing a kiss onto your skin as he slammed into you relentlessly. You felt a coil beginning to tighten in your gut, and by the way Yoongi’s hips were slowing down and taking on an uneven pace, you knew he was close too. You slipped your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles as Yoongi hit your g-spot once again. 

You felt like a wave of pleasure washed over you as you screamed out his name, your eyes pinching shut and your hands gripping the desk so hard you knew your knuckles were red. Yoongi grunted and pushed into you a few times, his hips stuttering when he suddenly cursed and spilled into you, painting your walls with white strips. 

You took deep breaths in, trying to regain your composure when Yoongi suddenly pecked your lips, making you tiredly open your eyes to look at him. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, slowly pulling out of you, grabbing a blanket from the sofa to wrap you in it. You leaned into his figure and he traced his fingers through your hair, placing a kiss to your forehead as you answered in a low hum.

“Much better.”

“Me too.” Yoongi smiled and kissed your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Tastes Like Heaven (M)

Request: Hey, love your writing. For the drabbles 87 and 100 for Jungkook maybe?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: noona kink, dom!jungkook, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Word Count: 833

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You flipped over on the bed, sighing as you put your bookmark between the pages of your book and set it down on the nightstand. A small yawn escaped your lips, and you blinked a few times before sitting up to look at the clock on the wall.

7:34 PM. He should be home. 

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening made you scramble to your feet and run to the foyer, where Jungkook was taking off his shoes and coat. You smiled and greeted him, relieved to finally see him home.

“Hey, can we get takeout for dinner?” You asked, stomach grumbling at the thought of it.

“No,” Jungkook said bluntly, opening the closet to hang up his coat.

“No?” You repeated, a little shocked at his response. Normally he loved takeout. “What do you want, then?”

“You.” 

You blinked in surprise but had no time to react when Jungkook suddenly lifted you up, eliciting a small help from you.

“Kook, what-“ You tried to ask, but he silenced you with a kiss and carried you toward the bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. He made his way over to the bed and set you down, kneeling down between your legs. His fingers curled around your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one swift tug. 

Jungkook pressed his hand against your abdomen, pushing you back as his other hand moved your thighs apart, revealing your already glistening core. Licking his lips, he brought his tongue into contact with your folds, your hands immediately gripping at his hair as a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smirk against you. 

The feeling of his tongue slowly teasing your clit made you unravel with bliss, shameless moans erupting from your throat as you pressed him closer into your heat. Jungkook took your moans as his cue to push his fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch you out. He pumped his fingers into you quickly, his mouth sucking on your clit harshly. He had only just started but something about the way he was handling you had you clenching around him, almost reaching your high. Your fingers gripped at the sheets, knuckles turning red.

“I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to cum,” Jungkook moaned against your core.

You bit your lip to suppress your sounds of pleasure, but the feeling of his teeth brushing against your clit sent you over the edge, a flash of white taking over your vision as you released yourself around his tongue. 

Despite your orgasm, he continued pounding his fingers into you, curling them to hit a spot that had you arching your back off of the bed, a mewl escaping your lips. Your thighs shook, your lower stomach knotting up once again at his speed. His tongue licked at your slit, his other hand rubbing fast circles into your clit.

Jungkook placed a soft kiss on your navel as he plunged his fingers deep into you again, adding a third to curl at your velvety walls. He moved his hand off your clit to roam your body, bringing it up to squeeze your clothed breast. His touch intoxicated you, trapping you in a trance of repeating his name like a spell.

Jungkook spread your lower lips apart and plunged his tongue deep into your pussy. You gasped and grabbed his hair, pushing him closer to you, desperate for release. You could feel a tight coil beginning to form in your lower stomach again, toes curling from the stimulation. Jungkook moaned lowly, the vibrations of his voice reverberating against your skin. You arched your back in pleasure, fingers pulling at his locks. 

“I could eat your cunt for hours, I love pleasing my noona,” He mumbled against your thigh, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He roughly moved them in and out of you, his thumb practically destroying your clit. 

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You whimpered, thighs shaking from the overstimulation. Jungkook kneeled beside you and leaned down to kiss you, whispering against your lips.

“Cum, noona.”

You let out a silent scream, feeling your orgasm wash over you. You shamelessly moaned out his name as you rode out your high on his fingers, back arching and fingers gripping the sheets. As you took a moment to catch your breath, Jungkook slipped his fingers out of you and brought them up to his mouth, darting his tongue out to have a taste. He licked his lips, then lowered his fingers to your mouth.

“Open.”

You obliged and opened your mouth, allowing him to slide his fingers in your mouth and taste yourself. You shut your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers as you took in the taste of your juices. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting from your lips. 

“I’m still hungry, though,” Jungkook smiled, and you rolled your eyes, sitting up to kiss him.

“Chinese food?” You suggested, and Jungkook pecked your lips, nodding.

“Absolutely.”

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Desire (M)

Request: Request: namjoon with 3, 14 and 68 🤔 thank you love! 😘

Pairing: Namjoon x reader Genre: Smut, Best Friend to Lovers!AU Warnings: masturbation (f), big dick Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), light dirty talk, pretty tame for the most part Word Count: 1.5K

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It was no secret you had a crush on your roommate, Namjoon. All of your friends and even his friends knew it, but it seemed he was too oblivious to notice, despite everyone’s constant teasing and jokes about the two of you. Though it seems like such a thing would bother you, you actually didn’t mind it. If Namjoon never knew your feelings for him, things wouldn’t become complicated in the long run. You were, after all, his best friend, and it wouldn’t be surprising if you chose to live together after college.

You let out a loud sigh, scrolling through the movie section of Netflix aimlessly, the remote loose in your hand. Your cheek was pressed up against the pillow and your arm was losing feeling underneath you. You shifted and laid on your back, twisting your neck to look at the TV. Finally, after minutes of deliberation, you chose to watch a stupid romance movie. 

You honestly hadn’t expected the movie to be so emotionally investing, but instead of rolling your eyes at every character, you were biting your nails in anticipation, waiting for the two main characters to finally get together. When it finally happened, you found yourself sighing in relief. 

Of course, the fact that there was a sex scene didn’t go unnoticed. Something inside you switched off, and your mind wandered to Namjoon, thinking about the way he looked when he left for class this morning. His hair was messy and he wore a see through black shirt, perfectly showing off his muscles. His jeans were so tight, you had to force yourself to look anywhere else than his crotch.

As the two main characters fell into bed and into one another, you found yourself slipping a hand down your shorts to rub yourself through your panties, a small moan escaping your lips. You turned your head back and rested it against the armrest, shutting your eyes as you lost yourself in a world of pleasure, eventually sliding your hands past your panties to swipe at your dripping slit with a finger.

You pushed your finger in, thumb teasing at your bundle of nerves, and you arched your back slightly, the image of Namjoon flashing in your mind. God, what you would give to have his fingers in you instead of yours. The thought made you curse under your breath, along with a whisper of Namjoon’s name. 

You picked up the pace, inserting another finger as you bit your lip to surprise your moan, but ultimately failed at the thought of Namjoon hovering above you, doing this to you instead. 

“Namjoon-“ You choked out a moan, tilting your head back. You were so lost in your world of pleasure that you didn’t even hear the front door open, and it took a few seconds to register the voice that followed.

“Y/N?”

You shot your eyes open to see Namjoon standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Shocked from the sudden intrusion, you yanked your hand out of your shorts and covered yourself with a blanket, heat flushing to your face.

“Fuck, when did you get home?” You cursed, looking anywhere except his face.

“You just moaned my name,” Namjoon said, a smug smirk taking over his demeanor. 

“You must be hearing things,” You denied, beginning to roll back over to the TV to exit the movie, the main characters moaning loudly on the screen. 

“Then am I wrong if I say you were touching yourself to the thought of me?”

You froze, and ever so slowly looked at him as he walked toward you, darkness filling his eyes. You gulped and rushed to your feet, trying to get up and leave when Namjoon pulled your back by your wrist and connected your lips. 

You froze in shock again as he moved his lips against yours, but easily melted into the kiss after a moment. Namjoon cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue on your lower lip, asking for permission, which you gladly granted him. Your tongues fought as his hands travelled down your body, eventually landing on your ass to squeeze it. You jolted and moaned into the kiss, earning a low groan from Namjoon. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours as he took a moment to catch his breath. He smiled and sat you down on the couch, pushing you gently to lay you down before climbing over you, hands roaming over your body. Namjoon leaned down and attached his lips to your neck, sucking until he left a bruise. Your fingers gripped at his hair, pulling slightly. He hissed and nipped your skin, mumbling against your neck.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl,” He warned. Curious to see what happened, you pulled at his hair again. Namjoon cursed and pulled away, standing up to strip out of his clothes. Your eyes immediately landed on his cock, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at his size.

“Fuck your cock is so big, I don’t think it’ll fit,” You said nervously. Namjoon laughed and climbed back over you, tugging down your shorts and panties swiftly as he spoke.

“You can take it, baby,” Namjoon hummed, looking at your glistening core before swiping his fingers over your slit, making you shudder out a moan. “Can’t you?”

You nodded, gripping at his arm beside you as he positioned himself between your folds, sliding the head of his cock up and down, coating it in your arousal. 

“Namjoon, please,” You whined, wanting to just feel him inside you already. He hummed and slowly slid inch by inch into you, a loud moan falling past your lips at the feeling of him stretching you out so perfectly. Your walls gripped him as he slid in until you were completely full to the hilt. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back slightly. He gave you a moment to adjust, then pulled his hips back just to snap them forward again. You cried out, digging your nails into his arm at the feeling of him finally inside you. You bit your lip as Namjoon set a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease due to your wetness. His cock filled you deliciously, you never wanted him to leave you. 

Then, it was like something switched on in Namjoon. Maybe it was the way you were weighing underneath him or the feeling of your walls gripping his cock, but he suddenly sped up, ramming into you with no remorse. 

“Fuck! Namjoon, fuck-“ You moaned, arching your back as he pounded into you, small grunts accompanying each thrust. He rolled his hips against yours, pushing deep into you. “Don’t go so deep!”

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight,” Namjoon moaned, leaning down to kiss you as he continued his thrusts, sending your body jolting with his movements. You moaned into his mouth, hands gripping the back of his neck, relishing in the feeling of him ramming into you without mercy. 

When he hit your g-spot, your legs began to tremble and his name fell from your lips as you threw your head back, squinting your eyes shut.

“Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?” Namjoon smirked, watching you unravel beneath him. You nodded furiously, fingers dragging down his back hard enough that you knew there would be marks the next day. 

“Yes! Yes, so good! Namjoon, oh my god!” You cried out. Namjoon gripped your hips and slowed his pace, letting you know he was close, and by the way you were clenching around him, he knew you were close too.

You felt a coil beginning to form in your lower stomach as Namjoon pushed in and out of you, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Fuck. You gonna cum, baby?” Namjoon moaned, hand teasing your clit. You whimpered out a small ‘yes’ and gripped at the couch. When Namjoon hit your sweet spot and pinched your clit at the same time, you absolutely lost it, and found yourself screaming out his name as you released yourself around him. 

The feeling of you clenching around him had him groaning, bringing him to his release as well. He pulled out of you and stroked himself a few times, then released himself on your stomach, white strips of cum painting your skin. 

You both sat there, heavy breaths filling the room when Namjoon suddenly leaned over to kiss you, his hand cupping your face. You smiled and kissed him back before pulling away, whispering against his lips.

“I can’t say I’m mad you came home early,” You laughed. Namjoon pecked your lips and smiled back.

“Me either,” He said. “Do you have classes tomorrow?”

“No, I’m free.”

“Good. We’re going on a date. Wear something nice. Preferably something that shows off your ass now that it’s finally mine.”

You laughed and kissed him, wondering why you ever fell in love with this loser in the first place.

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Beg For It (M)

Request: If you haven't done one yet, I would love to read number 86 from the drabble list. Maybe j-hope from BTS. Thank you million times for your work.

Pairing: Hoseok x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: bondage, sir kink, sub!reader, dom!Hoseok, spanking, paddle usage, unprotected sex, creampie, vibrator usage, face fucking, oral (m. recieving), Hoseok is literally destroying you Jesus, overstimulation, begging, light choking, orgasm denial, gag usage, just a whole lot of sin

Word Count: 1.1K 

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“My baby girl looks so good all tied up, waiting to be fucked,” Hoseok hummed, his eyes scanning over your body, hands tied to the headboard, your ass perfectly on display, as well as your glistening core. 

He ran his fingers over the black paddle in his hands, then brought it down to spank your cheeks, a muffled moan slipping out of you as your eyes welled with tears from the sting. 

You moaned into the gag, wanting him to just fuck you senseless already. Though, due to how much you had teased Hoseok at dinner tonight, you knew you were in for it.

“You’re dripping. You like being spanked with the paddle, huh?” Hoseok asked, bringing the paddle back down onto your ass again, leaving a red mark on your skin. You jolted and looked back at him, nodding. “My little slut is so naughty.”

He set the paddle down and rubbed his hands over your ass, bringing one down to spank your already sore skin. You whined, tears springing to your eyes. Hoseok leaned over to take the gag out of your mouth, and you immediately moaned, begging for him.

“Please, sir,” You whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

“I don’t think you deserve to be fucked yet,” Hoseok denied, reaching over into the bedside drawer to pull out a pink vibrator, switching it on to the first level. He pressed it up against your clit, a moan escaping your mouth as your legs shook from the sudden stimulation. 

You pressed your cheek into the mattress as he slid the vibrator up and down your slit, then pushed it into you suddenly. You gasped, and Hoseok took the opportunity to thrust his cock into your open mouth. He grabbed your hair and pulled you down to swallow all of him and you gagged around him, feeling him in the back of your throat. He moaned and threw his head back, quickly moving your head up and down in time with his thrusts.

You moaned around him, earning a low groan from Hoseok as you swallowed all of him like the good girl you were, even though you were crying and your throat was burning. At the same time, he drilled the vibrator into your pussy, switching it up another level. You pinched your eyes shut and forced yourself to take a deep breath as Hoseok thrusted into your mouth, with no intent of slowing down. 

“That’s my good girl,” Hoseok cooed, pushing the vibrator deep into you, your thighs shaking from the vibrations deep inside you. Hoseok suddenly pulled out of your mouth and you gasped for breath, watching him as he kneeled on the bed behind you, his hand still holding the vibrator. He pulled it out of you, but just when you thought he was going to stop punishing you and finally fuck you, he pressed the vibrator to your sensitive bud and pushed his fingers into you, curling them.

“Fuck! Sir, please!” You cried out, feeling the familiar coil forming in your lower stomach from the combined feeling of the vibrations on your clit and the drilling of Hoseok’s fingers in your heat.

“Don’t cum yet,” Hoseok warned, yet his actions contradicted his words as he switched up the vibrator another level and pushed his fingers deeper into you, his knuckles meeting your lower lips.

“Sir! Sir, please. Please let me cum!”

“Not yet, baby.”

You shut your eyes, feeling your body take over as you released around his fingers, moaning loudly and breathlessly. Hoseok sighed and turned off the vibrator, setting it aside before turning to you.

“I guess you’re not getting anything tonight,” Hoseok said, reaching for his clothes. You jolted up and immediately shouted, catching his attention. He smirked and turned back to you, swiping his fingers over your slit. “Beg me. Beg me to fuck this little whore pussy of yours.”

“Please, sir! Please, please fuck me. Please, I need you. I need your cock, sir. Please fuck me, I need you so bad,” You begged, tears springing to your eyes as you fidgeted in the cuffs, wanting to be free so you could touch him.

Hoseok tilted his head and looked at you, like he was actually considering leaving you here to suffer. You gasped when Hoseok kneeled behind you, gripping his cock to position himself between your folds. You pushed your hips back, desperate for him, but he grabbed your waist and held you in place.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

You nodded furiously, dropping your head between your cuffed arms. 

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise. I promise I’ll listen, sir,” You said desperately. 

You let out a sinful moan when Hoseok finally thrusted into you, filling you up so well. Your walls were aching, and you clenched around Hoseok’s cock, earning a small groan from him. He pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, pushing into you deeply from the very first move. 

You nearly cried as he set a relentless pace from the beginning, drilling into your aching pussy like he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. He slid his hands down and grasped your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples as he rammed into you, stretching you out so perfectly.

“Hoseok!” You cried, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. Hoseok let out a groan, one hand moving to your hip and the other wrapping around your neck, squeezing slightly. You gasped as he pulled you back to meet his every thrust. Breathlessly, you grip the cuffs, trying to support yourself as you neared your release.

“Fuck-“ Hoseok groaned, hips snapping until they slowed and he was cumming inside you, his cock twitching between your walls. You moaned as Hoseok let go his hold on your throat and slipped his hand down between your legs, rubbing at your clit. He slowly moved in and out of you as he rubbed fast circles into your clit, your thighs clenching from the feeling. “Cum, baby.”

The combined feeling of his fingers pressing into your bud and his thrusts sent you over the edge, a hoarse moan escaping your mouth as you clenched around him, your torso giving out as you dropped to the mattress, gasping for breath.

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you and took a deep breath before unlocking the cuffs and turning you over, pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled and kissed back, tangling your fingers in his black hair. Hoseok then pulled away and kissed the tip of your nose, whispering to you.

“I love you,” He smiled.

You smiled back and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. You nuzzled into his shoulder and whispered back.

“I love you too.”

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3... 2... 1... Recording! (M)

Request: #31 & #45 joonie or tae please!

Pairing: Taehyung x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Established Relationship

Warnings: oppa kink, sub!reader, dom!Taehyung, recording sex (is there a term for this???), unprotected sex (do I even need to say wrap it up anymore), cum play, creampie, fingering, Taehyung being a dumbass at the end

Word Count: 1.7K

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“Hey, what if we tried recording ourselves having sex?”

You immediately choked on your ramen at Taehyung’s words, coughing loudly as you reached for your water, taking a few sips before staring at your boyfriend, absolutely shocked. Of all the things he’s requested to do in the bedroom - bondage, breath play, oppa kinks - you never expected this to be next.

“Where the hell did that come from?” You asked, setting your chopsticks down to rustle your fingers through your hair.

“I was just thinking…” Taehyung began, scooting closer to you in his chair. “I’m gonna be going on tour soon. I want something to remember you by when I’m-“

“Horny?” You finished his sentence, and he shrugged in defeat. “You make it sound like I’m gonna die.”

“If you die, I’m going with you,” Taehyung joked, poking your cheek.

“Seriously, though. You really want to try that?”

Taehyung stared at you for a moment, and the way his eyes stuck to you, you could tell he was having a whole debate in his head, as he always did over the smallest things.

“Only if you want to,” He answered, smiling sweetly. You rolled your eyes and stood up, Taehyung’s following you as you grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. You looked back at him, sending him a deathly glare.

“By the way, if you show this to the others, I’m breaking up with you,” You warned, earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Duly noted.”

As soon as your hand twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, Taehyung walked forward and tugged you to him, kicking the door shut with his foot. He immediately latched his lips onto your neck, a low groan reverberating against your skin.

You gasped and laughed, tapping his shoulder to make him ease up, yet he ignored you and slipped his arms further around your waist, biting softly on your pulse point. Taehyung’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing it through your jeans.

In response, you hopped up and Taehyung dug his arms underneath you as you wrapped your legs around him. Taehyung carried you over to the bed and gently dropped you down, connecting your lips not a second later. You smiled into the kiss and ran your fingers through his newly dyed hair - a bright shade of red. The night he FaceTimed you to show you, you nearly screamed out of excitement. He knew it was the one color you couldn’t wait to see on him.

Taehyung’s hands roamed over your clothed body, fingers trailing against your exposed skin, goosebumps following his touch.

“You sure you’re okay with me filming?” Taehyung asked, scrunching your shirt up to expose your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your skin, eyes lidded in desire.

“Absolutely,” You said, sitting up to tug your shirt off and throw it aside, the fabric landing on the living chair in the corner of the room. Taehyung smiled and pressed his lips to yours as his hands worked on unclipping your bra, tossing it aside to join your shirt.

Taehyung patted your thigh, and you nodded, lifting your hips up so he could take off your jeans. He pulled them down swiftly, leaving you in just your underwear. Taehyung stood up and set his phone on the bedside table before ridding himself of his clothes. He then grabbed his phone again and held it up to you, pressing the record button.

You smirked and slipped a hand down between your thighs, rubbing over your clothed slit, throwing your head back from the wetness that seeped through. Taehyung groaned and climbed over you, his phone still in hand.

“This is the way oppa likes you best, baby girl,” Taehyung whispered, nearly earning a whimper from you. God, did he know your weak points.

Taehyung pointed his phone down to your heat and slipped a free hand underneath your panties, cupping your mound just to feel the arousal pooling between. He smirked and swiped his fingers up and down your slit, a small whimper escaping from you.

“My Princess is so wet for me,” Taehyung praised, suddenly pinching your bud. You yelped and jolted from the sudden feeling, squirming underneath him. “Oh, sensitive, are you?”

“Be quiet- fuck!” You snapped back only to cut yourself off with a gasp as Taehyung plunged his fingers into you, curling them to hit that sweet spot that always managed to have you crying out Taehyung’s name. You bit down on your lip and turned your head to the side, cheek pressing against the bedsheets as Taehyung pulled his fingers out and twisted them back in again until his knuckles met your lips.

“My baby girl is dripping. I can’t wait to fuck this tight little pussy,” Taehyung growled, positioning himself between your legs. You bent your legs, pressing the soles of your feet on the bed to give Taehyung better access to your core. He gripped his cock with his free hand and swiped the tip over your slit, relishing in the feeling of the warmth radiating off of you.  

Suddenly a wave of self-consciousness washed over you and you covered your face with your hands, Taehyung laughing at your reaction.

“Why so shy?” Taehyung spread your lips with his thumb, lowering the camera to show your soaked cunt. He pushed his hips forward slightly, teasing your entrance. You whimpered, face flushing with embarrassment.

“Taehyung…” You whispered, wanting to feel some sort of release from all of the tension building up in your body. Taehyung hummed and pulled back, hand squeezing your breast as he rubbed his thumb over your nipple.

“That’s not my name, Y/N.”

God, this could not get any more embarrassing and arousing at the same time. Something must be wrong with you - though if something were wrong, you weren’t sure if you wanted to fix it.

“Oppa, please- ah!” You moaned out as Taehyung slid into you, burying his cock deep inside you until his hips met yours. Taehyung groaned and gasped, focusing his phone on where you were joined.

“My princess is taking me in so well,” Taehyung grunted, throwing his head back as he felt your walls gripping him. You bit your bottom lip to prevent any sound from coming out but ultimately failed when Taehyung snapped his hips into you. “Fuck.”

Taehyung moaned loudly, his deep voice filling the room as he pulled back and slid into you, stretching you out perfectly. Your back arched from the pleasure, allowing Taehyung to slide deeper into you. He set a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, his phone recording the entire thing as he gripped your waist, nails digging into your skin.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung moaned, rolling his hips against yours, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. Your mewls only motivated him to speed up, now thrusting into you at an incredible pace, sending your body jolting up with each movement. Taehyung ran his hand over your abdomen, pressing down on where you could feel him inside you. “You look good getting fucked… Now smile for the camera.”

You covered your face with your arm, wincing as Taehyung rammed into you, the only sound filling the room being your skin slapping together and both your and Taehyung’s loud moans. It was a new feeling, knowing he was recording you - sure, it wasn’t the wildest thing you’ve done in the bedroom, but god, was it one of the hottest.

Taehyung continued pushing into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust until you will crying out underneath him, hands gripping at the bedsheets. He smirked and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into it with his thumb, still thrusting into you at a quick pace.

You moaned, thighs clenching along with your walls as you felt a coil beginning to form in your lower stomach. Taehyung must have noticed the way you were clenching around him, as he sped up the movements of his thumb and his hips, hitting you with a wave of pleasure that had you screaming out his name.

“Cum for oppa, baby girl,” Taehyung growled, hitting your g-spot again with one final thrust before you were sent over the edge, eyes shut as you moaned out his name and released yourself around him, thighs shaking and toes curling. Taehyung cursed under his breath, his cock twitching inside you. After a few thrusts, he found himself cumming inside you, filling you up to the hilt as he moved his phone to film the entire thing.

After taking a moment to breathe, Taehyung pulled out of you, immediately shoving his fingers into you, a loud whimper escaping from your mouth from the feeling. He curled his fingers then pulled them out, moving them to spread his cum across the skin of your rising stomach. When you finally looked up at him, he was licking the excess off of his fingers, staring intently at you.

“You did so good,” Taehyung praised, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You sighed and smiled, kissing back before he stopped recording to lift you up and move you under the covers. He crawled over you to lie beside you, arm slinging over your waist, his other hand holding his phone. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said back, closing your eyes to fall into the dream world. Taehyung rolled over to set his phone on the bedside table when you suddenly heard him speak in a low voice.

“Oh fuck.”

“What?”

You rolled over, looking at Taehyung’s shocked face as he stared at his screen. He froze and ever so slowly turned his head to you, fear overtaking his eyes.

“I may have accidentally sent the video to the group chat.”

You groaned and rolled back over, burying your face in the pillow.

“You’re dead to me, Kim Taehyung!”

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