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Cas was watching you. Again. It wasn’t like you minded, but something about his cool eyes following your movements from across the booth made butterflies swirl in your stomach. You were acutely aware of every single bubble in your glass of lemonade, every clink of the ice cubes, every slurpy noise it made through the straw you were sucking on. You probably looked a bit stupid, hunched over your drink and the plate that had contained your burger, the huge shirt you’d borrowed from Sam while the one you’d packed for yourself dried rolled up to your elbows, hanging off your shoulders way too much to ever be considered cute. Not that you wanted to look cute, and not that it mattered, but…

“There’s a pharmacy down the street,” Sam was saying. “They’d probably have more of that antiseptic, right?” 

There was a pause in which you snuck a glance at Cas. His gaze was fixed on the bubbles clustering on your straw, mildly interested as they formed and floated away, formed and floated, again and again in an endless cycle. You’d never found bubbles so fascinating, but now that you looked – and you knew he was looking too – there’d never been anything so beautiful. 

“(Y/N)?” 

Right, yeah, antiseptic. The cut on your shoulder seemed to itch at the thought, prickling under the carefully applied dressing. You’d done it on a barbed wire fence that had barred the entry to a nest of vampires, and a day later Sam was still worried it would get infected. It wasn’t exactly a clean cut – the fence had been filthy, and your assurance that yes, you were up to date with tetanus shots had stopped him driving you to a hospital. You appreciated the concern, but really, you were sure it would be fine. 

“Mhm,” you answered, leaning back in your seat. “D’you think it’ll still be open?” 

Beside you, Dean frowned, looking around for a clock. “It’s not that late, right?” 

“There’s an open sign in the window.” All eyes swung to Cas, who shrugged, pointing. “It’s lit up,” he added. 

“Oh, right,” you said faintly. “Thanks Cas.” 

He smiled, a tiny twitch of his lips that had no right to make your heart speed up as much as it did. “That’s ok.” 

You smiled back. Your face seemed determined to ignore your brain and grin like an idiot, and it was a damn struggle to keep it to a normal expression. 

“Right,” Sam said, clearing his throat and bursting the little bubble you could have sworn you’d been stuck in. You would have liked to stay there, where it was just Cas smiling at you. But no, you were being silly. 

“Right,” you echoed. There was a slightly awkward silence, in which you swirled your straw around idly, watching Cas watch the movement of ice cubes and bubbles. When you’d first met him, you hadn’t really believed he was an angel. He seemed so… ordinary. Shabby, even. But the longer you were around him, the surer you’d become that he was the real deal. Strange, not what you’d expected at all, but a real honest-to-goodness angel nonetheless. Even now that he was human, there was still definitely something otherworldly in Cas. Something that, despite the grime and rust of the lives all four of you lead, was almost pure, precious to you, and a little unnerving all at once. 

“Do you want some?” you asked, gesturing to your drink. 

Cas’s eyes snapped up, almost guiltily. 

You smiled. “Lemonade.” 

He nodded slowly.

“Here.” You pushed the glass across the table, leaning your chin on your hands and watching as he moved the straw around, then sipped it. You’d been having way too much fun plying him with new things to taste, since food now actually tasted like… food. As opposed to molecules. Apparently. 

He wrinkled his nose, drawing back and staring at the glass. Then he leaned forward again and took another sip. There was something in his near-childlike wonder that made your heart ache, the appearance of innocence and naivety so profound that it was hard to remember he was – had been – a soldier. A divine soldier of God. Watching him made you want to reach across the table and just… Well, you didn’t know what it made you want to do. Grab him, maybe? It didn’t matter. 

“Any good?” Dean asked, watching Cas mildly. 

“It’s very sweet,” he reported. “And sticky.” 

Despite yourself, you laughed. 

Cas surveyed you, then gave another of those little smiles you’d come to treasure. He took another sip, his eyes never leaving your face. 

You cleared your throat, suddenly hyper aware of exactly where you were and what you were supposed to be doing. Not staring at – “mooning over” Dean had teasingly called it not even three days ago, a thought that still plagued you – Cas, that was for sure. You slid out of the booth, since you were the one who needed the antiseptic and you were on the edge. “I’ll go across, meet you back at the hotel.” 

“You sure?” Sam asked, watching as you dropped some money on the table. Enough to cover your burger and a small portion of the tip. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You turned towards Cas, shooting him a small smile. He looked a little confused, and you couldn’t deny the pang of guilt that tugged at your insides. “You can finish that off,” you told him, “if you want.” 

“Thankyou,” he said after a moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded to Sam and Dean, the former of whom was staring between you and Cas with a look of what could only be described as incredulity plastered across his face. You were going to ignore it, you decided. “Seeya later,” you said, and left. 

You stood before the motel room, shopping bag in hand, staring at Sam’s text. Had he and Dean done this deliberately? Was this some kind of conspiracy between the two of them? 

“Room 09,” the message read, “you’re sharing with Cas.” And then, shortly after; “Don’t worry, it’s a double.” 

Well, you thought, at least you wouldn’t have to share a bed, and at least you wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt of Cas taking the couch – even though he insisted he didn’t mind, and refused to let you do it. 

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the door swung open and there stood the former angel, still in his beige trench coat, tie and all. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off. 

“Hi,” you said, slightly breathless. There was something stupidly endearing about the way he just stood there, looking at you. 

“Hi,” he repeated. “Do you want to come in?” 

“Uh, yeah.” Awkwardly, you squeezed past him into the dully lit room, switching on the light with your elbow. Had he just been sitting in here by himself, in the dark? You hoped not, but at the same time, it was exactly the sort of thing you could imagine him doing. 

You deposited your groceries – the antiseptic, a new packet of dressings, painkillers, and a twix you’d grabbed at the counter. You’d figured you could share it with whoever your roomie was, and now you were glad you’d had that foresight. You turned, surveyed the room, then did a double take. Surely not. There had to be something you were missing. 

But no, on closer inspection, your eyes were not deceiving you. There was only one bed. A double bed, sure, but still only one bed. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you muttered, already reaching for your phone. 

“What’s wrong?” Cas asked, a concerned wrinkle appearing between his brows. 

“Sam said this was a double,” you told him. 

“It is.” 

“Yeah, but there’s only one bed. I always feel bad kicking you to the couch.” 

“I don’t mind. And besides,” he added, “you’ve never kicked me.” 

“No it’s–” you broke off, catching his smile. “Yeah, alright” 

The smile widened. He was a little too proud of himself for your liking. 

You looked away, hoping to hide your own grin as you dialled Sam’s number. “You said it was a double,” you accused before he could even greet you. 

“Yeah, hi to you too,” he snorted. “It is.” 

“There’s only one bed, Sam. Does your room have only one bed?” 

“No, we’ve got two singles.” 

“Lucky you,” you practically spat. “Now I’m gonna have to live with the guilt of knowing Cas is on the couch.” 

“So?” You could almost hear the frown in Sam’s voice. “He doesn’t mind.” 

“I know, but–” 

“Share the bed with him if it bothers you that much,” he cut you off. In the background, Dean was saying something. Sam shushed him. “I’m sure he’d be happy to.” 

“What’s that supposed to–” 

He interrupted you again, all too cheerful. “You’ll sort it out.” 

You stared at the phone, “call ended” flashing up at you. “Fuck you, Sam,” you sighed. 

By the door, Cas frowned. “Is something the matter?” 

“No,” you sighed again, grabbing the dressings and antiseptic and taking a seat on the end of the singular bed. Through the gap in the curtains, the sky was darkening from the pale purple it had been at the diner to a deep indigo. “Just… Sam.” 

Cas nodded solemnly, as if he knew exactly what you meant. 

You tried not to pay too much attention to him as you unbuttoned Sam’s shirt, sliding it down off your shoulder to bare the current dressing. You’d had it on all that day and the night before, so you figured it was time to change it. Gently, you peeled back the adhesive, hissing as the air brushed over the cut. It wasn’t as bad as it had been, mostly scabbed over and less raw-looking than when you’d first applied the dressing, but it was still tender. It was awkward to reach too, running from your shoulder along your collarbone, stopping just shy of the centre of the sternum. Stupid, you’d cursed yourself when you’d done it, and you cursed yourself again now. 

“Would you like some help?” 

You looked up, meeting Cas’s eyes. Soundlessly, he’d crossed the room and was now standing directly in front of you. 

He gestured to the cut. “It looks hard to reach.” 

“Uh, yeah, it is.” You shifted over, making room for him beside you. “Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome.” He sank down beside you, his weight tilting you towards him. Your stomach lurched. 

Determinedly dismissing it, you turned slightly to face him, one leg dangling off the side of the bed, the other folded under you. Almost immediately you wished you hadn’t done it, because now all you could see was him, bent over you, his face impassive and focused to a fault. 

He took the antiseptic from you, gently dabbing it along the edges of the scab. 

“Is that alright?” he asked when you gasped softly. 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Just… stings a little.” 

Guilt flashed across his face. “Oh, I’m sorry.” 

“No, no, it’s not you. You’re fine,” you assured him. “It’s the antiseptic, it’s normal.” 

“Should I keep going?” 

You nodded, your heart racing. His skin was cool where it brushed yours, the shitty lighting somehow playing tricks with the colours in his eyes, making them appear even more startlingly blue than usual. Those eyes were fixed on your cut, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. 

“I wish you’d taken me with you,” he said as he reached for a dressing pad. 

“Hm?” You frowned, unsure what he meant. You’d gone alone, which wasn’t why you’d fumbled crossing the fence, but it certainly hadn’t helped. Sam and Dean had been after a demon in the next town over – it took precedence over vampires, you all knew that – and Cas had been with them. You’d been convinced you’d be alright to tackle such a small nest, it was only three, barely a nest at all, and had insisted on it. But still, you’d been a bit more wired than usual, and that was probably to blame for your bungled entrance. It didn’t matter now, you were fine. They were dead. 

He shrugged, smoothing the dressing over your skin more gently than you’d ever thought possible. “On the hunt. I wish you’d taken me with you.” 

“Nah,” you shook your head, trying to dispel the ache his action caused inside you. “You had other stuff on. You don’t need to be wasting time running after a nest of vampires, demons take priority.” You smiled. “You’ve got more to worry about than a silly little hunter who can’t jump fences.”

Cas looked up, that little wrinkle reappearing on his forehead. “That’s not true,” he said, “I’ll always have time for you. I’ll always worry about you.” 

You froze, taken aback by the… intimacy of the words. You’d mentioned before that you liked when people just said what they meant (“Even if it hurts you?” he’d asked, frowning. You’d said that you’d rather that than be left searching for double meanings and hidden clues, and he’d seemed to find that acceptable.), and since then he’d indulged you in that regard. But this felt different, it felt more real than anything he’d ever said to you before. He’d always have time for you, he worried about you. 

“Really?” you asked. “You mean that?” 

He nodded, his eyes sincere where he held your gaze. There was something here, you knew, something tingling in the air between you. You’d half thought you were imagining things when you noticed him looking at you. You’d chalked it up to him being, well, Cas, and hadn’t allowed yourself to dwell too long on the glimmer of hope that it was more than that. And he’d been an angel for Pete’s sake; divine, untouchable, totally out of your reach. But here, now, with his hand resting where it had settled on your thigh and his face inches from yours, the dimness of the motel somehow illuminating every dancing fleck of colour in his eyes, every beautiful shadow and line on his – human – face, you weren’t ignoring it any longer. 

His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke. “You’re important to me, (Y/N).” 

Oh. Oh. There it was.

He was still looking at you, but there was a hint of what you would have said was nervousness, maybe apprehension, mixed with the sincerity and lingering concern in his eyes. It was so… raw. You felt strangely vulnerable, while at the same time like you were seeing something you weren’t supposed to. 

Involuntarily, your eyes flicked down to his lips, your breath hitching in your chest. Fuck it, you thought, then closed the few inches of space between you and pressed your lips to his. 

He was completely motionless, and for a wild moment you were convinced you’d grossly misread something and had just made a massive mistake. Then it was like he was coming to life beneath you, pushing back against you, his lips parting under yours, his free hand finding its place cupping your cheek. His mouth was soft, impossibly soft. His tongue, when you brushed against it with your own, tasted like your lemonade. 

It was near dead silent in the room, the ticking of the clock on the wall and the distant thrumming of traffic outside the only noises. Then, as you slid your hand up over his leg, fingers squeezing gently at his thigh, Cas made a sound. 

It was halfway between a sigh and moan, tiny and restrained, and you could feel him hesitate in the kiss. This is new, it said. This is nice. You let your lips curve into the smile they’d been trying to, squeezing again. It’s alright, you told him with your hand, you’re alright. 

You drew back momentarily, sucking a quick breath as Cas chased you, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you closer and closer and closer and closer and impossibly closer until your chest met his. Then you were shifting into his lap, swinging your leg over his and straddling his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was. It sure felt like it. 

“Cas,” you breathed, breaking away properly this time and raising your hands to cup his face. “Castiel.” 

“Hm?”

You moved your thumb in a soft arc over his cheekbone, smiling as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. His lips found your hand, peppering your palm and wrist with featherlight kisses. 

“Can I?” you asked, reluctantly freeing a hand to push at the trench coat he was still wearing. 

He looked up, frowning. “What?” 

“Take it off,” you whispered, then heat rose in your cheeks. “If you want to, of course. If you want this. You don’t have to.” 

He shook his head, pulling back to shrug off the heavy piece of clothing. The blazer followed. He loosened his tie, then seemed to think for a moment before undoing it altogether. It was the first time you’d seen him without it, and he looked… different. Unguarded, almost. Then he was reaching up and unfastening the buttons of his shirt, torturously slowly. He paused, meeting your eyes. 

“Is this alright?” he asked. 

You smiled, nodding. You’d been staring, you realised, watching his deft fingers work at the material so intently that you hadn’t been thinking about what would show on your face. You took over, finishing off the last few fastenings and pushing the shirt back off his shoulders. You didn’t know what you’d expected his body to look like. You’d had the vague notion that it would be nice, that it would somehow match the rest of him, and you hadn’t been wrong, but now that he was in front of you that same disconcerting feeling of unearthliness haunted the back of your mind. This was Cas, Castiel, and that made it somehow hallowed – irony aside. 

“Are you alright?” He was peering up at you, apprehensive. 

You nodded. “Are you?”  

He echoed your gesture, his fingers running along the collar of your own shirt. A question, a request, testing the waters. 

Careful of your still-tender shoulder, you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it smoothly over your head, then undid your bra and cast it to the side. Cas’s eyes snapped to your chest, interest and a sort of hunger mixing on his face. Hesitantly, slowly, his hand inched up your waist to your ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He paused. 

“It’s ok,” you breathed. When he still seemed wary, you reached down and took his hand in your own, guiding it to your breast and giving a gentle squeeze. His breath hitched, his tongue darting out between his lips. 

“I’m…” he broke off, swallowing hard. He shifted, a hard bulge pressing against your thigh. You smiled.

“Hm?” 

“I’m… I’m kind of…” He stopped again, floundering. 

“It’s alright, Cas. You’re alright.” 

He looked up, something close to nervousness dancing across his face. “I haven’t done this before,” he whispered. “I don’t know…” 

Oh. Right. Why hadn’t you thought of that? It made sense, you supposed. Despite Dean’s best efforts, Cas hadn’t picked up the other guy’s… habits, at least not yet. You’d wondered about it briefly before coming to the conclusion that it had to be an angel thing, a choice on his behalf. You knew some people didn’t want that with just anyone, which you could understand. What you couldn’t understand was a world where nobody was interested in Cas, but then again, you might have been biassed. 

You bit your lip. “Do you want to? It’s ok if you don’t.” 

“I do,” he said, his hand still resting on your chest. “I really do, (Y/N). But I don’t know… what to do.” 

“I’ll help you,” you assured him, affection blooming in your gut. And alongside it, an odd sort of pride. Cas was trusting you here, enough to admit he didn’t know what to do. It was more than any guy you’d ever been with had been willing to give away. 

“We’ll go slow,” you continued. “You tell me what you like, what feels good. If you wanna stop, you say so, ok?” 

He nodded. 

You took his face in your hands again, running your fingers over the rough stubbled coating his jaw. “Can I touch you?” 

“Please,” he murmured. 

You trailed your hand down his neck, along his collar bone, over his chest. His skin was soft, smooth. It wasn’t scarred like Dean or Sam’s or your own, and suddenly you wondered if that was somehow a turn off for him. He’d been an angel, immortal, eternal, unblemished even now. If he hadn’t done this before, or even if he had with a normal human, he probably wouldn’t have encountered the kind of skin a hunter such as yourself possessed. Would it bother him? 

Then his chest heaved under your hand, the flesh twitching as your touch crept lower, sideways, up again, mapping the expanse of his torso. He moaned softly as you pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, fingers splayed over his heart. Again, you swept down the centre of his body, all thoughts of your own imperfections dashed from your mind as you revelled in the little hums of pleasure you were coaxing from him. 

Carefully, slowly, you inched lower. You passed his belly button, the light trail of hair that led down from it, finally encountering his belt buckle. You paused, tracing aimless patterns over the skin just above the waistline of his pants, pushing your fingers below the material after a moment. 

“Is this alright?” you asked, watching his face. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed. 

“Mhm,” he sighed. “Yes.” 

You smiled. God, he was beautiful. “You wanna take ‘em off?” 

At that, his eyes snapped open, the pupils so wide they almost obscured the blue of his irises. “My pants?” he asked. 

You nodded. “You don’t have to, but…” You ran your hand lightly over the increasingly noticeable bulge you could feel. “I can touch you? Here.” 

He stared. “Do you want to?” 

You gave a little huff of laughter, nodding. “Only if you do. I can keep touching you other places if you want, I can kiss you…” You stopped as he deftly reached down and undid his belt, button and fly in one fluid motion, lifting his hips momentarily and kicking off his pants. It was very fast, impressively smooth. And underneath… 

Your mouth watered at the sight. The outline of his cock straining against his underwear, a small wet patch already forming. You usually didn’t indulge the mantra of “bigger is better”, especially not when it came to penises, but there was no denying that your pussy was already aching at the thought of the stretch Cas’s would cause. Not that it was a behemoth, far from it, but he was certainly well endowed.

His voice snapped you from your reverie, jerking your gaze away from his dick and back to his face. “Is that…” he paused, searching your gaze anxiously. “Is it alright?” 

Your heart melted. “Oh, Cas,” you sighed. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Just perfect.” 

A sound that could only be described as whine slipped from his still kiss-bruised lips, sending a bolt of heat shooting down your spine to pool between your legs. Before the request had formed on your tongue, he shed his underwear too, leaving himself bare to you. 

“Have you touched yourself?” you asked, jerking your gaze from his cock. Fuck, you’d never wanted to lay hands on a dick more in your life. 

Cas looked away for a moment. “No,” he said. “Should I have?” 

You shook your head. “It’s up to you. I’d like to, if you’re ok with it.”

“Touch me?” 

“Mhm.”  

He opened his mouth, closed it again, then nodded.

“Ok.” Dammit, you thought. If this was his first time, you wanted him to feel good. Would he tell you if he didn’t? You thought he would, he was always honest when you asked him to be, and he clearly wanted this. But it was that same want that made you wonder if he’d just keep going no matter what, and you didn’t want that. 

You quickly spat into your hand, stretching up, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then, on second thoughts, you licked softly at his bottom lip. His breath rushed against your skin, the kiss hot and messy and barely even a kiss at all. It was more you licking into Cas’s mouth, Cas experimenting with his tongue in yours. After a few tries he found a rhythm, soft and supple, gentle and careful. Wonderful. 

It was then that you reached down with your spit-lubed hand, wrapping your fingers around his throbbing length, coating the whole thing with moisture. There was already a little precum beading on the tip, and you used that too, your hand sliding easily. The skin here was smooth too, apart from the thick veins and swell of the head, the slit that you ran your thumb over, causing Cas to moan – really moan – into your mouth.

“Like this?” you murmured, moving your kisses away from his lips, over his stubble-roughed jaw, down to his neck. You sucked gently at the hollow under his jaw bone, hot and wet, leaving a red mark behind. You moved further down, over his jugular, more and more hickeys blossoming in your wake. 

“Ah, (Y/N), yes–” Cas gasped. “Oh, just like that, please.” 

You hummed softly, his breathlessness coupled with the words themselves like fog clouding your mind. All you wanted was more. More of his ragged voice, more of the desperate pleading, more of his hips jerking up into your hand and as your fingers slid smoothly over his cock. Your mouth paused at the base of his throat, made more apparent by the strain in his neck – the Plender gap, you thought it might have been called. You could vaguely picture that word with an arrow pointing to the spot on a medical diagram, although you weren’t sure why – and sucked a particularly dark hickey into the skin there. His collar would cover it in the morning. 

His hand, which had been flitting about your waist, suddenly found its way to your hair. His fingers tangled in it, pulling your head back up so he could kiss you again. You smiled, your own free hand squeezing at his thigh just as you had before. 

He moaned again, deep in the back of his throat, the sound reverberating through your whole body. How had you waited this long? If you’d known it’d be like this, you’d have jumped his bones the second you laid eyes on him. Hell, you’d wanted to. 

“Can I use my mouth?” you asked between kisses – they still weren’t really kisses by any stringent definition, too messy for that. 

“You are, hm, using your mouth,” Cas pointed out. 

You laughed. It was so… matter of fact. “I mean down here,” you explained, giving his dick a gentle squeeze. “I can keep doing this if you want, but…” 

“But?”

“I wanna taste you, Cas,” you smiled. 

His mouth fell open, his cheeks colouring. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was new to this, you supposed. “Taste me?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded, ducking forward to nip at his lip. “Wanna feel you in my mouth, wanna choke on your cock. I’ll make you feel so good, Cas, I promise.” 

“(Y/N).” His voice was even more gravelly than usual, roughened by the raw desire glinting in his eyes. 

“Mhm?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“That’s sweet,” you laughed again. “I’m sure, Cas. Remember you can stop me whenever you want, though, yeah?” 

“Yeah, alright.” 

“Alright?” 

He kissed you again, more gently and with more precision than before, then nodded. “Go ahead.” 

You felt a grin break across your face, your mouth already watering. You didn’t waste time, giving Cas a quick peck on the cheek before sliding off the edge of the bed and kneeling between his legs, your arms resting comfortably on his thighs. You ignored the slight pull of your cut, taking his cock once more in your hand and pumping it gently, once, twice, three times before you lowered your head and kissed the tip. 

Cas’s stomach twitched, his hand going once more to your hair as his breath caught in his throat. 

“Alright?” you asked, your own breath ghosting over the sensitive area, raising goosebumps. 

“Yes,” he sighed. “Keep going?” 

You smiled. “Magic word?” 

“Please,” he practically growled. 

Alright then. You slid your lips over him, relaxing your mouth as you sank as far down his length as you could. What wouldn't fit in your mouth was taken care of by one hand, the other busy holding his hips down. He nearly whined when you moved, bobbing your head back and forth slowly at first, but faster by the minute. 

“Oh,” he panted, “oh, (Y/N), yes–” 

“Good?” you mumbled, but it didn’t come out sounding like the original word at all. Still, Cas seemed to get the point.  

“So good, feels so good. You feel so good, (Y/N), you have no idea.” 

The praise went straight to your panties, pooling with the rest of the hot wetness that had been gathering steadily. You’d wanted to take your time, be as careful and gentle as he’d been with you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh,” he whispered again as you sped up, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. He dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, the saltiness of his precum mixing with the lingering sweetness of your lemonade. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Cas’s hips despite his best efforts to stay still, as well as your hand attempting to hold him down. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, relaxing completely. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “(Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos as his fingers tightened in your hair. 

“You look… ah, so…” He paused, the words choked by another moan as your tongue swirled around his cock. “So beautiful.” 

For the second time, your heart felt like it was melting in your chest. You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You were gonna make him cum in your mouth, you were determined. And after that – if he wanted, of course – you’d spread your legs for him and let him fuck you senseless. 

He was close, he was so damn close, cock twitching and fingers clutching desperately at you despite his best attempts to be gentle. “I’m–” He broke off, gasping. “So much, (Y/N), it’s so much.” 

You wondered if you should stop, if you should pull back and ask if he was ok. If he’d never done this before and hadn’t touched himself either, it was unlikely that he’d ever experienced an orgasm. Maybe you should reassure him. You ran your free hand down his thigh, squeezing gently. It’s alright, you tried to say with the gesture, hoping he’d understand. I’ve got you, you’re alright. 

Then he was groaning deeply, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, thighs shaking under you and hot saltiness shooting down your throat. His skin shone with sweat, his chest heaving, his hand gripping your hair so tight it almost – almost – hurt. But it couldn’t have, not when your throat was working to swallow every drop of what he was giving you, not when he looked so beautiful laid out bare above you, not when you could see the pure, raw pleasure painted on his face. 

As gently as you could, you drew back and licked him clean. You rested your head on his thigh, placing a soft kiss there, then drew back and sat, waiting. 

Finally, Cas opened his eyes and looked at you. He took in your swollen lips, the flush you could feel dusting your cheeks, the tears that had leaked from your eyes, the bird’s nest that was your hair. And he smiled, reaching out a hand to help you up. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, settling back on the bed beside him. You took his hands, holding them close to you. “It wasn’t… too much?” 

“It was wonderful,” he said solemnly. Then he looked away. “Can I…”

“Yeah?” you prompted. “Can you…?” 

He turned back, meeting your eyes. “I want to make you feel like that, too.” 

Your stomach did a flip. “Oh.” 

“Will you show me?” Cas’s eyes searched yours, curious and sincere. And how the hell could you say no to him?

You nodded, unbuttoning your pants and casting them off – admittedly with much less grace and efficiency than Cas. After a moment’s hesitation you did the same to your underwear, dropping them carelessly over the edge of the bed. You could hunt for them in the morning. 

He was watching you the whole time, eyes following every movement you made in that way that was so him. You’d been unnerved by it before you’d gotten to know him, but now it just turned you on. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and ran his hand over your stomach, up, up, up until he reached your breast. He didn’t stop as he had before, his thumb skimming your hard nipple, making you suck in a harsh breath. 

“Is this alright?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Mhm.” 

“What about this?” He slid lower, past your belly button to where your leg joined your hip. It sent tingles running through your whole body. 

“Mhm.” 

“This?” Lower still, over your thigh, along the inside of it, so close to where you wanted him most. 

“Yeah, Cas, you don’t have to ask.” 

“I want you to feel–” 

You stopped him with a kiss, brief and gentle. “Whatever you do is gonna feel great, ok?” 

“But I’m–” 

“Cas.” 

He fell silent when you placed your hand on his face, leaning into your touch. 

“Don’t worry,” you whispered. “I’m gonna help you, remember?”

He nodded, leaning forwards to press his lips against yours. He was getting pretty good at kissing, you noted. Not that he’d been bad when you’d started, but he’d figured out what worked with you. 

“Show me,” he urged, the hand that had been tracing over your leg finding yours. “Show me where to touch you.” 

This is it, you thought as he drew back, watching where his fingers twined with your own. He had officially smashed apart your standards for all men – and former angels – with just six words. You did as he asked, drawing his hand down between your legs to your now practically drenched pussy. 

“Here,” you murmured, a little shock going through you as your fingers brushed your clit. 

Cas’s eyes were wide, the pleasure-haze from his orgasm all but gone now. “Here?” he confirmed, pressing gently at the stiff little bundle of nerves. 

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice much less steady than you’d have liked. 

“Like this?” He slid his finger in a careful circle around it, his eyes never leaving your face. 

“Yes, Cas, just like that.” 

He did it again, then again and again. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth, your hips twitching involuntarily. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. “Fuck, Cas.” 

“Is this alright?” he asked mildly. 

“More than alright,” you half laughed, half panted. You broke off in another moan as he moved his hand, sliding the tips of his fingers around your hole, his palm pressing against your clit. You briefly wondered if he was doing it deliberately or just experimenting, and if he’d heard something about how to finger girls somewhere. If so, you wanted to know where. But, you thought a moment later, who really cared when it felt so damn good? 

“Can I?” he murmured, watching your face carefully. 

“Yeah,” you nodded frantically. “Yeah, go ahead— please.” The word was torn from you in a way that made colour bloom over Cas’s face as he pushed his finger into you. The heel of his hand was still pressing on your clit, and you ground down on it in a desperate search for friction as he added another finger, your own fingers digging into his shoulders and your breath coming in short gasps. 

“Am I…” he started, then swallowed. “Is this good?” 

“So fucking good,” you replied. “How the fuck are you so good at this?” It was ridiculous, unfair. Most dudes who’d tried had lamely poked at you until you’d given up trying to show them and just moaned loudly, leaving them to grin smugly, convinced they’d made you cum. Cas, however, was well on his way to conjuring the real thing. 

He looked away for a moment, a small satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Good, you thought. He should be satisfied, he was fucking phenomenal. “I’m not sure,” he said. 

It was your turn to smile. “Well you are,” you said simply. Then he moved his hand again and all you could think was fuck, because he really was incredible. He was kissing your neck, sucking at the spot where it met your shoulder, his other hand resting on your hip as you rocked against him, his own soft moans mixing with yours.

And God, you wanted him to fuck you. 

“Hold on,” you panted. Much as his fingers were doing it for you, you couldn’t fight the shiver the thought of his cock buried inside you sent down your spine. 

Cas froze immediately. 

“No, no, it’s ok,” you assured him quickly. “I wanna try something else.” 

“Is this not–” 

“You’re doing great,” you interrupted. “I promise. But…” As before, you slid your hand gently down to palm at the already half-formed erection sitting between his legs. 

Cas frowned.

“Would you like to fuck me?” you asked tentatively. You hated how unsure you sounded, how small. 

His eyebrows shot halfway up his face. 

“Only if you want to,” you added quickly. But from the way his dick had visibly hardened at your words, you guessed he probably did. So, you continued, “I’d like it if you did.” 

Again, his tongue darted out over his lips. His voice was husky when he spoke. “I’d like it too.” 

“Ok, what are we waiting for?” You smiled, shuffling backwards and easing yourself back on the bed. When you saw that Cas wasn’t following, you reached over and took his hand, dragging him down on top of you. “Come on,” you encouraged. 

He gave a little “oof” as he crashed against you, quickly propping himself up above you. It looked uncomfortable. 

“Relax,” you said, wriggling into the mattress and running your hands over his arms and shoulders. “It’s alright.” 

“I don’t want to squash you.” 

You smiled, pulling at him to come closer. “You won’t, don’t worry.” 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do. Besides, I wouldn’t mind.” 

He snorted indignantly. “I would. Then whose lemonade would I steal?” 

You laughed at that. Castiel, former divine soldier of God, joking about stealing your lemonade while he was about to fuck you. If you’d gone back and told yourself from a year ago, she’d have slapped you in the loony bin. “You could just order your own,” you pointed out. 

“I could,” he conceded. “But I will not.” 

“Ok, I don’t mind.” You stretched up, capturing his lips with your own and drawing him down towards you. What you’d said was true, he really didn’t need to worry about squashing you. You liked the warm weight of him, the firmness and certainty that his body pressed against yours brought, his arms caging you to the bed. 

You smiled as his tongue slid along your bottom lip, opening your mouth almost immediately. Yeah, he knew what he was doing now. You hooked your leg over his, pulling his hips hard against your own. You were still tingling, still electrified with want and need from having deprived yourself of his fingers just minutes before, and almost without your conscious awareness you ground against him.

You swallowed the little moan that slipped from his mouth, rubbing your wetness over his hard cock. 

“(Y/N),” he gasped, breaking the kiss, his hips moving in time with yours. 

“Cas,” you echoed, equally as breathless. “Please?” 

He swallowed, his eyes dark. 

“I want you inside me,” you continued. “Please, Cas, I need you inside me. Now.” 

He cursed softly, so softly the only thing you caught was the tone. You wondered what angels cursed by. Not God, surely. But it didn’t matter, because he was taking himself in hand and lining up at your entrance, looking at you for permission. “Here?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.” 

Gently, so gently, he pushed inside you. You gave a little whimper that might have been embarrassing in any other situation at the stretch, the delicious feeling of being filled up completely by him. Cas, on the other hand, didn’t make a sound. He wasn’t even breathing, just staring at the place where your body swallowed his, his eyes wide. 

“Hey,” you said softly, smiling at him when his eyes met yours. “You alright down there?” 

“Yes,” he whispered, running a hand reverently over your stomach. His fingers brushed over your scars, some silver, some a newer pale pink. Your earlier doubts fluttered to the front of your mind, but you determinedly pushed them away. Now was not the time. 

“You can move,” you told him, rocking your hips gently against his by way of demonstration. Then, “Please?” 

He nodded, one hand resting on your hip as he pulled out a little, sliding smoothly back in. He hummed quietly, did it again, then again and again and again, finding his rhythm. It was good, it was as gentle as everything else, firm enough to pull at that special place deep in your belly, steady and decisive. Most of all, it was Cas. Cas fucking you, Cas’s cock sending spasms of heat through your body, Cas’s hand steadying himself and you, Cas’s lovely gravelly voice mumuring your name. 

He leant further over you, bending his head to place a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the cut-free side of your collar bone, following it with another, more forceful one, then more until you were sure you looked like someone had spilt wine over your chest. You supposed it was only fair, given how many love bites you’d showered him with.  

“Shit, Cas,” you whispered, your hand coming up to run over the back of his head, fingers carding through his mussed-up hair. You’d always wanted to fix it, stroke it down, maybe make it worse. When you’d first met him you’d gone so far as to tell him to his face that it was “un-angelic”. He’d been amused by that. 

Now, he groaned against your skin. You smiled to yourself, stroking his scalp again and coaxing another wonderful little moan. You curled your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, lifting your hips off the mattress in time with his thrusts. His breath fanned over your neck, the muscles of his arm taut. 

“I’m so close,” you whispered, and you were. The tightness was building in your stomach, coiling and swirling into a dense knot of pleasure. Every movement Cas made had his pelvis hitting your clit, the bedhead hitting the wall behind it – you briefly felt bad for the next room’s residents – and Cas’s cock hitting deep inside you. The only sounds were the squeaking of the mattress – again, you felt bad – and the wet slap of skin on skin, peppered with your combined moans and sighs. 

“Fuck, Cas,” you gasped, your voice rising in pitch as you spiralled closer, closer… “Oh, shit, fuck, oh my God, Cas, Cas, I’m gonna cum, holy shit I’m gonna– Castiel!” 

You let go, your eyes screwed tightly shut, spine arching off the bed as the bomb inside you exploded. Sparks fizzed through your veins, every muscle in your body clenching as stars speckled your vision and you cried Cas’s name over and over like some kind of mantra. 

He hadn’t stopped, in fact he’d sped up, and when your mind finally crashed back into your body his hips were stuttering, his face buried in your neck. He spilled inside you, hot and thick as it had been in your mouth, a deep groan thrumming through you from where his lips still rested on your chest. He stilled after a moment, still holding most of his weight off you despite your arms wrapped around his back, whispering your name like it was a prayer. 

You wriggled sideways, smiling as he went limp and flopped down beside you. Well, sort of beside you. His head and the better part of his shoulders still rested over your chest, his lips ghosting over you in feather light kisses, his hand running up and down your arm. 

“We should get cleaned up,” you whispered after a moment. 

“Hm?” 

“Clean up,” you repeated. “We’re all sticky.” 

“Oh,” was all he said. Then, “alright then.” 

You extricated yourself, squeezing his shoulder gently as you rose and headed for the bathroom. You debated pulling him into the shower with you, but as your eyes settled on the folded washcloth by the sink you scrapped that idea. This would be quicker and easier, and you were tired, dammit. There’d be other opportunities — at least you hoped there would be. 

You wiped yourself down, turning to find Cas standing in the doorway. The flickering yellow neon strip of illumination above the mirror cast weird shadows over his body, still shining with exertion. Beautiful, even with the medley of hickeys on his neck and the mess of his and your cum around his crotch. 

You beckoned him closer, spongeing away the sweat and other spunk coating his skin. Occasionally you’d look up, without fail meeting his eyes. The usual interest had been replaced with something more; something whole and warm and just for you. The thought made your heart skip a beat. 

When you were finished, you stretched up and kissed him again, just once. Then you took his hand, heading back towards the bed. 

He hesitated, and you turned. He was looking at the couch, indecision marring his face. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I assumed you’d want the bed to yourself,” he shrugged. “You usually don’t share”

Oh, ok. “Usually, yeah,” you replied, as casually as you could. “But I wanna share with you.” You looked down at your still joined hands, pulling gently. “Stay?” 

After a moment, he nodded. 

It took longer than it should have to sort out the stupidly layered sheets and blankets, but finally you were both finished wriggling and shifting around, comfortably facing each other. You smiled at him, taking his hand again. 

“I wondered what it would feel like to lie beside you, while you slept. You looked so… at peace.” He leaned forward the few inches between you, his lips cool against your forehead. “Beautiful.” 

Your voice was quieter than you’d meant it to be, and breathier. “You watch me sleep?” 

“It’s hard not to.” It may have been your imagination, but he sounded a little guilty. 

You laughed, leaning forward to whisper, “That’s a little creepy, Cas.” 

“Should I not have?”

“I don’t mind,” you said after a pause, “but maybe try not to mention things like that. Most people would find it weird.” 

“You don’t?”

You shook your head. “Not when it’s you.” The hand that had been holding his was free now, sliding up to cup his face almost of its own volition. You pressed your lips to his, softly and slowly, sweet as syrup. You shifted closer still, draping your arm over him. 

“Because I’m important to you, too?” he asked when you drew back. His eyes searched yours in the dimness, sincere and open. God, he was just… so much. 

You smiled. “Yeah, Cas, you sure are.”

You woke to a hand running over your shoulder, the rise and fall of a chest beneath your cheek and the steady beating of a heart. Cas’s heart, Cas’s chest, Cas’s hand.

“Hi,” you whispered, sitting up. His hand ceased its movements, his lips curling into a gentle smile. 

“Hello.” 

You dipped down, kissing him softly, your finger tracing the outline of his lips when you drew away. “Sleep well?”

He sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling for a moment before his gaze found yours again. “Better than I ever have before. Thank you, (Y/N).” 

“That’s alright.” You looked away, heat rushing to your face. “It was my pleasure.”

“I can see why you – humans – like it so much.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” 

“Sex,” he explained. “I think I get it now.” 

“Oh,” you laughed. “Well, that was pretty good sex. For someone who’s never done it before, you were amazing.” 

“Really?” He leaned back, surveying your face carefully. 

You nodded. “And anyway,” you went on, “it usually feels better when it’s someone who’s…” 

He waited, watching you stumble over your words. 

“You know…” You paused, swallowing, half wishing you’d just left it at telling him he was good. “Someone who’s special to you,” you finished lamely. 

“Well,” he said after a moment, “then I’m glad it was you.” 

You didn’t really know how to respond to that, so you just smiled and kissed him again. It was slow and lazy, his bare chest silken under your own, nothing but the soft rush of breath and tiny hum he gave, the rustle of the sheets, the ticking of the motel room clock. Then your phone rang. 

“Fucking hell,” you muttered as you broke away, giving Cas a final apologetic peck before making your way to the table where you’d dumped it. Sam’s name flashed on the screen. 

“What do you want?” you growled. 

“Breakfast,” he answered. “What’s up your ass?” 

“I was sleeping” you answered smoothly, then, “I don’t like being woken up.” 

He snorted. “Yeah, alright. Meet us outside in, say, twenty minutes?” 

You glanced at Cas, who was now sitting up and, you guessed it, watching you. You squished the phone to your chest. “Breakfast in twenty?” you asked. 

He nodded, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. You couldn’t help staring just a little as he went about getting dressed, drinking in every rapidly disappearing inch of skin like some kind of sexually repressed Victorian maiden. 

“Sure,” you said to Sam, then hung up. The problem that you hadn’t thought through last night was the hickeys. You had a scarf, you could button your shirt over your chest, and thankfully Cas had shown more restraint than you had. The most problematic mark sat right in the hollow under his jaw, two love bites blending together. It wasn’t even hickey-shaped, really, but you didn’t think that’d fool Dean and Sam. 

“What’s wrong?” Cas asked, fastening the final button on his shirt. 

“Nothing,” you sighed. “But Dean’s gonna give us endless – and I mean endless – shit.” 

“You’ve killed demons, (Y/N),” he smiled. “And you still can’t deal with Dean’s endless shit?”  

“Oi! I can, I just don’t want to.” You crossed the room, poking him square in the chest. “And you’re gonna be dealing with it too, so don’t get cocky.” 

“We’ll deal with it together.” It was tentative, almost a question. 

You smiled, taking his hands. “Castiel and (Y/N) vs Dean Winchester’s endless shit. I can work with that.”

Things were a little strange over breakfast. Sam and Dean kept glancing at each other, having their annoying silent conversations that consisted of raised eyebrows and side-eyes, the occasional jerk of the head or twist of the mouth. Self consciously, you re-adjusted your scarf, pointedly not meeting anyeone’s eyes. You’d almost made the call not to sit next to Cas, but then he’d looked up at you from his spot by the window and you didn’t stand a chance. You were grateful for your decision when the food came, it made sharing with him a lot easier. 

“Dude,” Sam said suddenly, twisting to face his brother and nearly taking out his glass of water. The eyebrow raising and eye-widening had gotten more intense in the last minute, and clearly they’d hit a boiling point. 

“It’s not a hickey!” Dean protested. “It’s not even hickey-shaped!” 

You froze, fork halfway to your mouth. 

“What?” Cas voiced your thoughts, frowning over the cup of coffee he was nursing. 

Sam sighed. “Cas, look out the window for a second.” 

“Hey–” you started, but you were too late. Both Sam and Dean’s eyebrows shot halfway up their foreheads, and Cas was dutifully peering through the glass. Why did he choose now of all times to listen to Sam? 

“That’s a hickey,” the younger man was claiming triumphantly, nodding to the stain on Cas’s neck. 

Dean whistled softly. “That’s two hickeys. It’s like… a Siamese hickey.” 

“Gross, Dean,” you muttered, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. 

He shrugged. “It’s a beautiful, natural act, (Y/N), lighten up. Congratulations, Cas. Who’s the lucky girl?” 

Sam made a noise like he was choking. You studied your hands on the table in front of you. Dean grinned. Cas didn’t say anything. 

“Was it that waitress?” Dean asked, leaning forwards. “She was cute, man, I’d have tapped that.” 

“No, it wasn’t the waitress.” 

Dean frowned, then his eyes widened. “The hotel receptionist?” he whispered. “Dude, she was a milf. Nice one.” 

“Dean…” Sam started, looking between you and Cas. You glared. 

“What? He deserves a pat on the back. I gotta say, I wasn’t sure if you had it in you.” 

Sam sighed. “I don’t think it was the hotel receptionist.” 

“No? Who else?” 

Again, he glanced at you. You hadn’t moved, stiff as a statue and bracing for impact. You were so close to just spitting it out right there, biting the bullet and getting it over with. But you hadn’t discussed that with Cas, and you couldn’t exactly do so now. 

Dean was looking expectantly at Sam, who was shaking his head in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. Then, as if in slow motion, Dean’s face fell and realisation dawned in his eyes.  

“No,” he said softly. “No, you didn’t.” 

It was your turn to shrug. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little bit of a kick out of Dean’s absolutely horrified expression. Endless shit that was about to rain down on you and all. 

“You slept together? You,” he looked at you, “and you?” He looked at Cas. 

“Yes,” the former angel said stiffly. “It was nicer than the couch.” 

“No, I mean–” 

You raised a hand, stopping him. “Yes, Dean,” you sighed. “Just… get it out now.” 

“Aw, man.” He groaned, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “That was you guys?” 

“I told you,” Sam shrugged, looking all too smug. 

Cas frowned. “Told him what?” 

“We could hear you,” Dean muttered, his cheeks going a deep red. “I didn’t think we were sharing a wall, Sam did. Drew me a diagram of the motel layout and everything. I didn’t wanna believe it, I didn’t wanna know that… Aw, man!” 

Sam’s smile widened, and he extended a hand across the table. “Pay up.” 

“Pay up?” You glared at him, incredulous. “What the fuck do you mean, pay up?” 

“I mean he owes me fifty. Thanks for that, by the way.” With this, he nodded to Cas. 

You gaped. “Please don’t tell me you bet on me and Cas sleeping together. And please don’t tell me you bet for it.” 

“What can I say? I knew it’d happen eventually, the way you drool over each other. Not my fault Dean actually took me up on it.” 

You groaned, twisting to bury your face in Cas’s trench coat. Absently, he patted your hair. “Why can’t you guys just be normal about one single thing?” you lamented. “Who the hell bets on their friends sleeping together?” 

“Actually,” Dean said through a mouthful of bacon, “it’s a very normal thing to do.” 

“Mhm, back at Stanford–” 

“Back at Stanford,” you mimicked, cutting him off. “I can’t believe you two.” 

Dean held his hands up as if surrendering. “Hey, sorry, but I didn’t think either of you would have the balls to ever make a move. And it was fifty dollars, don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t take that.” 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to sit in the car all day with you.” 

“Me too,” Cas added solemnly. 

You sighed, taking his hand under the table and laying it between you, squeezing in full view of Sam and Dean. Cas squeezed back. 

“You’re not allowed to… do anything in the back of my car.” Dean said after a moment. “Especially not with me or Sam there too.” 

After a much-needed meal that satiated hunger left forgotten for too long, the late hour in the night not a bother to us considering that we all slept during most of the daylight, Yoongi, Seokjin and I sit in the living room in silence, aware that we cannot push back the inevitable anymore.

There's a lot to unpack after all that happened and the faery deserves to know why Yoongi and I are so awkward with one another since earlier, his eyes not blind to the unease that grew once the teasing was done and over with.

We all take a seat, myself on the single-seat couch, knees brought to my chest while Seokjin and Yoongi sit on the other couch side by side, some distance between them but still a little closer than what new friends would feel comfortable with.

I clear my throat softly when the heavy silence gains in intensity as we finish making ourselves comfortable, hands clenched on my knees as I stare at my thighs, where to begin now that it’s time to speak?

It seemed easier to do when I was risking my life in the forest, now it's just... nerve-wracking. I've never really been put in that kind of situation before so I feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Yoongi inhales deeply, a glance in my direction showing him how nervous I am, something that makes him feel restless.

If he could act freely, he would immediately come over and make me sit on his lap before holding me tightly with a reassuring kiss on the head, but the source of our last fight is not forgotten and he doesn't know how much physical contact he is allowed with me.

Seokjin observes the both of us intently, and then he makes a soft noise to get our attention when he sees that this is going nowhere.

"Y/N ended up in a dangerous forest on her own because... mystery. Something happened to make her end up there and I want someone to explain it to me, I can't stand this heavy silence anymore so it's time we tackle this problem properly".

I shrink in on myself at the faery's commanding voice, hands turning sweaty before I wipe them on my pants, can I get through this intact? The fight itself was so stupid though… he’s going to find us ridiculous once he hears what this is all about.

Yoongi decides to speak up first, he feels like taking this burden from me is the least he can do to apologize for his grave mistake. If he'd stopped me from leaving that day, none of this would've happened after all. He has much to make up for and bringing me back from death’s shadows is not nearly enough.

"It was my fault” he begins softly and Seokjin turns his gaze towards our soulmate while I bite on the inside of my bottom lip in shame, unable to meet the sorcerer's gaze when he looks at me again.

“Y/N moved into this town a year ago, yet I only revealed myself to her when she was at death’s door the night before our fight. My desire to keep her from this world made her get used to living on her own, with no one by her side and it’s something I neglected entirely like a fool. I spent a year observing her from afar, I spent a year with a growing longing that had no source of release because I couldn’t possibly show myself to her and risk her life falling apart, until I couldn’t stay away anymore”.

He sighs softly with a shake of the head like he’s disappointed in himself.

“When she woke up the morning following the tainted’s attack, when we started to converse, when we had our playful interactions, that made me feel good, a selfish part of my heart thought… hey, this is going well! She doesn’t look like it’s that big of a problem that I stayed back for so long, she must have understood why I did what I did. So I kept taking for granted that everything would keep going well, that I could have everything I wanted with her because she would want the same too, the soulmate bond had to work that way, that’s what I thought”.

Seokjin’s eyes fall on my form as Yoongi speaks in a quiet tone, he can see that this is affecting me more than I want to show, my unease and guilt showing in quick blinks and cold hands, my jaw clenching as I try to bear with the shame that comes from an imperfect beginning.

It lets the faery know that he really did join the soulmate bond in the early stage of it, where everything is new and nothing is easy.

“I could only think that way because I overlooked her past. She told me a little about it, I was warned by a friend, and yet I still acted like an imbecile. She offered me a hug and I ended up taking a lot more than she was ready to give. She asked me to let go of her and instead, I held onto her even more, I couldn’t respect her boundaries and I regret it dearly. That was my first mistake.

The second happened when we went outside and I acted once more like an imbecile. She gave me a chance to redeem myself and I fucked it up because my mind went completely blank on me, there were so many things I could’ve done to keep her from leaving that day, but I stayed still and simply watched as she walked away from me”.

Yoongi turns his body so he can face me properly and I meet his gaze with a slightly wobbly chin, hints of tears in my eyes, why didn’t he talk about my stupidity? I got mad at him when he didn’t even deserve that anger in the first place, so why is he taking the blame for everything?

He smiles gently as if he could read my mind, and a soft noise resounds from his throat.

“People sing about my wisdom and whatnot, they say that I know how to face every problem with a straight head and that there’s no one to better me, yet look how stupid I am when it comes to love. Your emotions were valid, Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong so please don’t make that face, you don’t need to blame yourself for what happened. At my age, I would be a fool to let my pretty soulmate take the blame for my mistakes”.

Tears ultimately roll down my cheeks and I immediately hide my face with my hands, breathing steadied forcefully before I wipe my eyes, what a bad timing to cry, it always happens when it’s the most embarrassing.

The two men need to refrain themselves from following their instincts at the sight, and it hurts them more than they let me know as a smile from the both of them greets me when I bring my gaze back to them, a small sniffle leaving me as I organize my mind enough to speak.

“When I was walking in that forest… I don’t remember much of it after the tainted started running after me but while I was still on my own in complete darkness… the only thing I could think about was… am I safer here? Did fleeing his warmth bring me to a safer place? Feeling loved, and desiring to feel that way… was it really as dangerous as my brain made me believe? Look where running away brought me. This is danger” I mumble weakly, the memories of that night giving me the shivers, it feels like a terrible nightmare that I’d rather forget.

“I was scared of the feeling your hugging made me experience because it made me crave more and I couldn’t have that happen because that’s not the kind of feeling you can take care of yourself when you’re alone. If you left me behind all of a sudden, if I ever ended up on my own all over again, who would take care of that craving then? That thought scared me the most, I didn’t want to be left with such a strong longing after getting a taste of this warmth”.

It's silent as Yoongi and Seokjin take a moment to process my explanation, every word that left me filled with so much sincerity that it hurts their heart. What kind of life was I forced to live to end up like this?

I slide my feet off the couch and to the floor before bowing on my seat.

"I misunderstood your intentions and lashed out at you when you were only trying to be considerate, I shouldn't have said what I did that day and I'm sorry that I ended up giving you so much trouble... I owe you my life once more, Yoongi, and Seokjin too. I'm sorry for being such a burden, that’s a characteristic that seems to follow me everywhere I go no matter what I do".

The sorcerer stands up without a word before making his way over and I watch in silence as he crouches in front of me, hands hesitant before he rests them on my knees, his feline eyes narrowed before he stares up at me.

"Look at me, Y/N, listen to me. That day was our first day of knowing each other, and not only was it the first, we also had to deal with the fact that this side of the world we live in is very new to you. You were suddenly faced with the discovery that everything you thought you knew was in fact not as you knew it and I gave you no time to adjust to it".

I purse my lips as I peek at his warm orbs, the weight of his palms on my knees comforting in the discomfort this conversation has brought me so far.

"I should've taken all of that into consideration, but I was so excited to finally be able to spend time with you that I was blind to how overwhelming this must have been for you. Whether you were aware of it or not doesn't matter, I should've been more careful. That day was a lot for you and I only made it worse”.

He smiles sadly before patting my knee with one hand.

“I had a lot of time to think this week while you were unconscious and it became obvious to me that I should’ve handled this a lot better than I did. You ending up in that forest… it wasn’t your fault, Y/N. You suffered enough for a lifetime so you don’t need to blame yourself for what happened, okay? I think we were both punished enough as it is”.

I bite on my lips before slowly nodding my head, he has a point there.

None of us enjoyed that time and continually blaming ourselves won’t change what happened, no matter how much we wish for it. Magic might exist but there are limits to what it can achieve. All we can do is learn from what occurred to make sure it never happens again.

I turn my gaze to the quiet faery who manages a small smile despite the heaviness of the conversation, he's just glad to see this problem being resolved sweetly, the sorcerer very gentle in the way he handles me and my emotions.

I return his smile weakly, I feel really bad that he has to be a witness to this moment from the sideline, he must feel so left out right now.

“Seokjin, I know that being in that cabin wasn’t your choice, it brought you a lot of pain as well so what I’ll say might come across as a little rude and insensitive but… thank you for being there and for saving me that night. That tainted would have killed me if it wasn’t for you” I say before bowing again and he parts his lips to say something before exhaling instead, eyes flitting to his feet before he hums softly.

“Fate… it works in strange ways that we often are unable to understand. My home is gone, my people were killed and the world as I knew it has tremendously changed, but despite all of these circumstances… I could finally meet my soulmates” he begins before making another hum, lips pursed briefly before he smiles at Yoongi and me.

“I will never cease to mourn the loss that it required to reach this moment, but I shall also live the present with a grateful heart. I was given a second chance at life and I do not take that lightly. I shall enjoy living it not only for me but also for the blood that runs in my veins. I know that’s what my parents would’ve wanted for me”.

Seokjin gazes at Yoongi when he sees confusion take place on his face, it’s easy to tell that he’s wondering if he missed something important since I look like I know what the faery is talking about, and he really doesn’t like not knowing what this is about.

“We have a lot to talk about, Yoongi. I will tell you my story, just as I told Y/N earlier while you were sleeping, and I would like it if you could answer my questions in exchange. Those tainted beings that were mentioned… they didn’t exist in my time. Would that be okay with you?” he asks the sorcerer who finds himself nodding with a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

There is so much that he neglected, both with me and now with Seokjin. If answering questions is one way to make amends… then he shall answer as many of them as his knowledge will allow him, even if it takes all night.

“Of course, Seokjin. Anything you want to know, I will do my best to explain it to you”.

Seokjin’s POV

“I see… so all those tainted were once people like us… it’s even worse than I thought then” I mumble after listening to Yoongi’s explanation of what he does know at the moment, which isn’t a lot.

He sighs, eyes falling on my form after taking in Y/N who has once more fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. She tried to follow as much of the conversation as she could, her eyes showing that she wanted to learn more about this world, but her exhaustion eventually won the battle.

I feel lost despite already knowing a lot about the magic world since I'm a part of it, so I can't even begin to imagine how it must feel like for her.

She went from believing our kind to be fairy tales told to children before bed to finding out that we are actually real and everywhere. The reaction Yoongi gave me upon learning that I am in fact the last of my kind, a faery prince with no kingdom... she must feel the same way about everything she hears coming out of our mouth.

“It wasn’t a nice discovery, but there was no denying that fact when a whole family in Roseford was found turned into tainted in their own home. They despise the light so it’s safe to go out during the day, but it’s very important to stay inside when the sun falls, for everyone’s safety”.

I press my lips into a thin line before nodding my head, that explains the nightmarish screams that had filled the night when Yoongi's orbs of light surrounded us when he located us in the middle of the forest. I can still feel the vibrant energy of the creatures' fear at that moment, it was ... terrifying.

“Say, Yoongi… that forest was far from here, right? It’s been in the back of my mind since earlier, but how did she make it that far on her own? It doesn’t make any sense that she would be able to cover that kind of distance on foot in a single day”.

“You noticed that too?” the sorcerer asks before frowning at her form. “That day… I searched so much, Seokjin, I must have started to look for her maybe… five minutes after our fight, yet no matter how much ground I would cover, she was nowhere in the vicinity. I searched for hours, yet I only found her late in the night by sheer luck”.

I stare at the man whose brows are furrowed deeply, his hands clasped tightly together before he shakes his head, his hypothesis not one he even likes considering.

“The only explanation for that that I can come up with is that someone teleported her, but if that’s true, why? That forest isn’t easily accessed, every tainted ultimately end up converging there for the constant darkness that the trees create since the light doesn’t get through the thick roof of leaves. What if someone wanted to hurt her on purpose?”.

I lean back in my seat and then poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue. Who would want to hurt her? Because it’s now known that she’s Yoongi’s mate? Did someone hate that fact and tried to get rid of her?

I shake my head. No, that’s the kind of thing that would’ve happened to me in the past, but Yoongi isn’t surrounded by people obsessed with him. So what then?

“You were in a cabin situated in a meadow part of the forest, right?” Yoongi asks suddenly and I stare up at him before nodding my head.

“Yes, that forest wasn’t nearly as dangerous in the past though, the trees allowed in natural light a lot more then than they do today. If it wasn’t for Y/N, I would still be there right now, there was no breaking the curse on my own”.

Yoongi inhales loudly before leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees.

“What if someone sent her there to get you out of the forest? What if someone knew about you being there?”.

I tense up at the possibility he just mentioned, could it be true? Was that all my fault then? Her getting in danger and almost dying was only so that I would be freed from the curse?

“I don't know if someone sent her there for that exact purpose, Yoongi, but since the bond finally began with you and Y/N… I think you might be right, to an extent" I begin with a low voice, this… I’m unable to appreciate what I’m about to say.

"Her being sent there could even be a mistake by the magic’s user at this point, fate wanted her in that forest to break my curse at all cost so any means was possible to make that happen, but if that’s true… she wasn’t meant to die that night, but I fear that the alternative does not mean she is safe either” I utter softly, and the sorcerer sighs before agreeing.

“I know… if we go with that hypothesis, then it means that the bond works around her. We are bonded to her and she binds us together, which means that she will be the one to stumble upon each one of our missing soulmates one after the other. How it happens is not up to any of us, she will be at fate’s mercy until the bond is complete”.

We both fall silent at that realization, is there no way to keep her safe? What other threats will she have to face just to find those who also bear the nail marks? It would be so much better if they could all make their way over to this town before something terrible happens to her again.

“Well, there’s no use worrying about that for now since there’s nothing we can do about it" Yoongi begins with a clearer voice to break the heavy mood looming over our head, and he stretches his limbs with a grunt loud enough to pull a chuckle out of me.

"If you could give me a moment, Seokjin, I’ll hop to my place for a little minute to get my bed and a few other things and then I’ll be back. Having one more bed here won't be a bad thing, you can sleep in the bedroom when I’m done furnishing it and I’ll take the couch again for what’s left of the night. We should get in some sleep while we still can, I have a feeling that Y/N will be running all over the place when she wakes up later” Yoongi states with an amused huff and I smile before nodding.

“I’ll stay here with her in the meantime so take your time, and let me know if you need help with the room, I can make the heavy things levitate while you adjust them to your liking, it’ll be easier than pushing them on the floor”.

He hums softly and then stands up from the couch, a quick and gentle kiss caressing the crown of my head when he leans over, and the pleased blush on his cheeks is the last sight I have of the sorcerer before he disappears without a word.

I scratch the back of my neck in embarrassment, ears burning from the affectionate act that made my heart flutter. Yoongi truly is soft at heart, he’s a loving soulmate, anyone could see that with only a glance.

“Maybe I should get her to bed while I wait, she’s going to break her neck if she keeps sleeping in this position” I mumble before hurrying to her side, my magic gently easing her into my arms before I make my way to her bedroom with her body snuggled against my chest.

“Ahh… I really want to cuddle with her while we sleep… I hope she’ll be willing to try it one day soon” I murmur to myself as I hug her close, my heart suffering because it already knows that I'm going to have to let go of her despite not wanting to.

I understand now why Yoongi couldn’t stop hugging her, but I also know better than to make the same mistake he did.

Until she lets us know that she's willing to accept more of our love, we'll follow her pace, no matter how long it takes and hopefully, as she slowly registers that we're here to stay, she'll become more comfortable with seeking our affection.

???'s POV

"I was told that this forest would be filled with those affected by the taint but there's not a soul in sight" I mumble to myself as I glance all around me with wary eyes.

I can still feel traces of a very strong magic, the source must have been a very powerful magician because not a single tainted has been back since they came by here, which must have been around... a week now.

The closest town from here would be Roseford, so my guess would be that whoever was here lives there.

Maybe it's time I pay that sorcerer a visit, the people living there might know things that could help me figure out more about these poor creatures, anything to keep this virus from spreading any further.

And who knows, if I'm lucky enough... maybe I'll finally find a soulmate in that town. It's getting tiring to travel the world like this, I want to settle down and live my life by their side, haven't I waited long enough already?

Either way, I have nothing to lose so I should get going now if I want to get there before the sun goes down.

I don't want to be here when the tainted come back in groups, I can't guarantee that I wouldn't burn down the whole forest by mistake. This happening twice already was enough.

Your POV

"Is she still sleeping?".

"I went to have a look earlier and she was drooling on her pillow, but maybe she'll wake up soon if we let the smell of food seep into her bedroom. Here, put that plate on her bedside table, I'm sure that'll do the trick".

"What's that?".

"Bacon".

"Bacon?".

A pause.

"You know pigs? Bacon is pig, and it's also her thing. She ate all of my bacon the last time we went to the restaurant for breakfast. I think she could eat a full package on her own, and then another".

"...Oh. That doesn't sound very healthy , a full package seems a bit much but I'm sure this will cheer her up so I'll go put that in her room. The smell is salivating, I won't lie".

My eyes are on the door as I wait for it to open, my seated position on my bed one I've been in for a good ten minutes now because I couldn't bear to leave its warmth, which allowed me to hear the entire conversation that happened right outside of my bedroom.

Yoongi sure has learned quickly how to reach my heart because I was craving for bacon from the moment I regained consciousness. Is he a mind reader?

The door opens and I observe as Seokjin tries to be quiet as he enters inside, as if he forgot that the purpose of this was to wake me up in the first place.

Before he can even come over to my bed, the smell finally reaches my nose and I inhale loudly, saliva gathering on my tongue and my hunger awakening with overwhelming strength. One cannot smell and not eat the bacon.

Seokjin startles when he finds me already getting out of my bed and hopping over to him, his eyes large on my form while I push a piece of the food in my mouth before offering another one to him, and the sight of his parted lips makes me smile as I push the slice in between them before I'm taking the plate from him and walking out of the room.

"I've been awake for ten minutes now, I was just too lazy to get out of bed, I'm sorry" I let out as I reach the kitchen where Yoongi is currently making eggs and toasts to accompany the main dish - bacon.

I set the plate on the counter before making my way to the sorcerer who's facing the stove, forehead hitting against his shoulder blades while Seokjin steals another slice from the plate in secret, this is actually much better than he thought.

The man chuckles at my admission, the head bump I just gave him acting like a love confession to his heart as he gets the food off of the heat when it's ready, the clean plate Seokjin gives him used to store the eggs and toasts before he hands it to me.

"Good morning, bunny. It's okay, you don't need to apologize for something like that" he muses softly before motioning for the table with his chin. "Go and eat this while it's still hot, and grab some bacon before Seokjin eats all of it, I think he's fallen in love with the taste".

I gasp at the warning, eyes immediately falling on the fairy who has squirrel cheeks because he keeps stealing my happy bites, though the guilty smile I receive does make up for the pain that this loss brings me.

"It is his first time having them so... I'll just have what's left later, if there's anything left, I'll be generous today" I utter softly before walking to the dining table to sit at my usual spot near the wall from where I can see everything.

For so long, I've always been faced with cold silence so it hits even stronger when I watch Seokjin happily munch down on another slice before he gives me the plate with a wink that makes me giggle, Yoongi looking more than delighted by the sight while he gets started on another batch of eggs for the two of them.

The house feels much warmer with them inside, and watching as they work together in the kitchen with smiles on their faces... it makes waiting for all these years so much worth it, like my loneliness was only there to make me appreciate this moment a thousand times more.

"I'll have to step outside and head to the city today" I reveal after taking one bite of the bread, and two pairs of eyes fall on me at the statement.

"Why?" Yoongi asks with a light frown while Seokjin looks more worried about the outing.

"I've lost a lot of time so I need to hurry a little in furnishing the shop and loft before the hybrids move in, I don't want them to arrive to something incomplete" I explain calmly, it makes both men exhale softly before nodding their head.

"We'll come with you then, we need to get a bedroom set for Seokjin anyway, clothes and that kind of thing, we can't make him wear the same clothes forever" the sorcerer says as he flips the eggs over and I hum before swallowing my bite.

That's right, that had completely slipped from my mind.

"Is this going to be our first date? Maybe I should dress up for the occasion... we could stop and eat somewhere before coming back home" I offer with hopeful eyes, a proposition that makes the two of them beam with newfound excitement.

A date? That's the best thing they've heard in ages, we all deserve to have a good day after the hell we just got through.

"I'll ask Eunwoo if we can use his car when we're done eating, I'm sure he won't mind" Yoongi says excitedly before giving the fairy one of the two plates of food, after which they both come over to sit with me.

"Thank goodness for that, it would be so much better than calling a taxi".

"I mean... I could always teleport us to the city to save some time but that would take the fun away, we can have a road trip instead, I've always wanted to do that with my soulmates".

"Oh! A road trip sounds fun! I have no idea what's a car but we should do this, I want to experience something fun from your era".

"Oh dear. I forgot that our prince is new to this new age".

"... I won't lie... me too. Let's do it like that then, we'll just have to make sure to come back before nightfall".

Seokjin smiles happily and with that said, we fall in comfortable silence as we finish eating the food graciously made by our sorcerer, the day awaiting us one that I hope will be fun.

At least, he thinks so, until he sees the look on your face. You’re sitting on the couch, looking all wholesome in the way that makes him want to fucking devour you, a pretty sundress and bare feet.

Yoongi is sitting sideways on the nearby recliner, already looking done with this conversation. The one he initiated.

“I swear, you give this girl two shots and she’ll tell you every dirty secret she has,” he scoffs.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide as his gaze swivels back to you. “You drank Yoongi’s whiskey?!” He knows firsthand that shit is potent. Two shots would have him nearly under the table.

You giggle a little, clearly nervous. “Mistakes were made.”

“She’s into your nose, dude. I don’t know what to tell you.” Yoongi crosses his hands behind his head with a lazy smirk.

Jungkook stammers, trying to understand, as you flop over onto the couch. “This is so embarrassing,” you groan, face muffled by the cushion. “Do you remember my ex?”

The question alone is enough to make Jungkook’s hands curl into fists at his sides. He hated your ex– would honestly probably fight him on sight. “Yeah,” he manages, doing his best to keep his voice even and unaffected.

“That guy sucked!” Yoongi assesses correctly.

“You’re not wrong,” you admit. “But he had that big nose, right? And when he would go down on me, and especially when I would ride his face…” You trail off, rolling over so Jungkook can see you again.

“I’m confused,” Jungkook says, because he is.

“If you don’t know how to eat pussy, just say that,” Yoongi says with a wry laugh.

“Yours just looks like it would feel really good.”

Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s needing to be talked into this. The minute you said ride his face, he should’ve been laying flat on the couch with his tongue out.

“I’ll do it right now,” he says, hating the way his voice shakes slightly with excitement. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.” His eyes jump from you to Yoongi, desperate for guidance. “Hyung–”

“Jesus,” Yoongi sighs. “Will you lay down?”

You sit up to give him room and Jungkook wastes no time taking your place spread out on the couch. He tilts his head up to watch you shimmy your panties down and off– they’re lacy and pink and fuck, yep, that’s enough to get him to pop a boner in his sweatpants.

He hopes Yoongi doesn’t mind. Is this weird? This is probably weird.

You pause on your way up to his face, dropping your hips down to sit on his chest, and he can feel the warmth between your legs pressed against him. Fuck, he wants this so bad.

“Just… tap me if I start to suffocate you,” you say with another nervous laugh. “Sometimes I get really into it.”

Jungkook would literally die under your skirt if you’d let him. But he still doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“So… I’m fucking you with my nose?”

You shrug and say, “I mean, you can,” at the same time Yoongi grunts, “no, dumbass!”

Jungkook looks helplessly between the two of you, and Yoongi sighs like he’s hopeless. “Just tongue fuck her. Let her do the rest.” Now those are words Jungkook understands.

He only has a moment to panic about how this is really happening, a fantasy he’s been imagining (and yes, jacking off to) for he doesn’t even know how long, and then your hips are scooting up to lower over his face and his competitive mode kicks in.

Jungkook may have only learned about the concept three seconds ago, but he’s determined to be the best nose ride you’ve ever had.

His hands slip up to grab your ass under your skirt, pulling you flush against him, and your thighs are so fucking soft. Yeah, he could stay here for hours, if you’d let him.

Jungkook circles your entrance with his tongue, wanting to start you off slow and gentle, wanting to treat you right. But then you make this breathy little whimper, and he really can’t control himself. He licks into you like he’s hungry for your pussy, moaning a little at the taste, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his tongue.

It’s all better than he imagined– he doesn’t know how that’s fucking possible.

He’s so caught up in his work, his determination to be the best as he plunges his tongue into you over and over, that he sort of forgets the whole point of this until your hips just barely start to rock.

Your clit bumps against his nose, and ohhhhh. That makes so much fucking sense. Jungkook doesn’t understand why Yoongi couldn’t have just said that.

But fuck, it occurs to him as you start to move that there’s something so insanely hot about this. Being useful to you like this, of service, yours to do whatever you want with– including rub your fucking clit on his nose.

Jungkook has to tell himself to focus so he doesn’t come in his pants.

You’ve fallen into a steady rhythm now, and the amount of arousal you’re working up from grinding your clit against him is truly insane. It’s certainly enough to keep his tongue busy, trying to lap up every last bit, but you’re too fucking wet for him to keep up. He can feel your juices starting to drip down his chin.

Jungkook’s hands on your ass squeeze hard in an attempt to pull you impossibly closer. Fuck breathing. He wants to drown in this.

With a near-growl, Jungkook moves his tongue up until he finds the right texture, pressing down and starting to lick insistent circles against your g-spot. He’s more than a little lost in you, but not so much that he doesn’t hear the way you cry out at the feeling, gasping, swearing, “right fucking there, Jungkook.”

You’re practically bouncing on his face now, onto tongue and nose combined, and he gasps against your pussy, only working his tongue that much harder inside you in return. Deliberate, devouring, sloppy passes, over and over, the whole bottom half of his face drenched with your arousal now.

When your hips start to stutter and your rhythm falters, Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat.

He takes over, fingers digging into the curve of your ass, nodding his head up and down so he can keep nudging at your clit and keep fucking you with his tongue. He doesn’t stop when your hands fist in his hair, doesn’t stop when you let out a moan that’s nearly a sob, and doesn’t stop when he feels your walls start to pulse around him and your arousal gush into his mouth.

You’re the one who finally pulls away, squirming with overstimulation and moving back to your initial seat on his chest. Jungkook can feel your pussy instantly soaking through his t-shirt, and honestly, he’s a little sad to be parted from it.

Though it does also occur to him that he’s fucking lightheaded. Damn. You maybe weren’t kidding about the suffocation thing, but Jungkook genuinely can’t think of a better way to die. The blissed out look on your face right now makes him think it would be worth every one of his last seconds.

“You were better than I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows nearly shoot off his face at the realization that the compliment did not come from you, but from Yoongi, who is swinging his legs over the arm of the chair and climbing to his feet.

“Welp, thanks for the boner.”

Yoongi is disappearing down the hallway before Jungkook can even think of a response, before he has time to wonder if it’s weird that his hyung just watched him nose fuck someone. Jungkook wipes the back of his hand over his chin and neck, brain still too stupid from drowning in pussy to be able to process any of this.

Jungkook was coming too of course, he was probably the only one who could make this night bareable. You would've said Jimin could, but he was a complete party animal and goes wild for some music with a cup of alcohol.

You were currently sat on the floor of your bedroom, in front of the mirror as you do your makeup and hair to make sure you look presentable. Jungkook lays on your bed, watching you carefully until you turn to look at him, "what are you looking at?" you ask, sheepish smile on your face.

He smiles back, shrugging his shoulders slightly before he gets up from your bed to join you on the floor. He shuffles closer, legs spreading to rest on each side of yours and arms wrapping around your waist. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "you look beautiful" he speaks softly, giving your waist a squeeze.

"Wish we could just stay in bed and chill" he grins, lifting a suggestive eyebrow as his hand creeps up to squeeze your tit. You eyes widen and push his hand down whilst trying to contain a giggle, "you can wait until after" you say quietly. You check yourself in the mirror before deciding you were finished with your makeup.

"We haven't gotta be here long, Jimin said we can leave whenever" you murmur, packing your makeup back into its bag. Jungkook hums against your skin, pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in his touches and warmth against your back.

You open your eyes again to see him smirking at you, making you roll your eyes playfully and look away, "I love you baby" he whispers to your ear, sending a tingle down your spine. You turn around in his hold, knees digging into the floor as you kneel between his thighs, "I love you too" you whisper back to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, hands rubbing your hips while yours wrap around his shoulders.

The moment is ruined as Jimin bursts into your room, scrunching his nose at the sight of you both kissing, "gross! stop having sex and join us, people are arriving!" he shouts before leaving with the door open. Jungkook grunts, pulling you closer into a tight hug, "we stay for an hour then we go, yeah?"

You chuckle, nails scraping his scalp just the way he likes, "we should probably stay a bit longer, but we will see how it goes" you tell him. You both share a last kiss before getting up to join the party.

It's been an hour and 30 minutes, the music was loud and your head was hurting from so much social interaction. You didn't know half of the people here either which just made you want to leave even more. Jungkook wondered off to get you both a drink of apple juice, having decided neither of you wanted alcohol especially as he would be driving you both to his place on his motorbike.

He was taking awhile so you decide to leave the living room and wonder to the kitchen, finding him near the fridge with two cups beside him and a girl practically stuck to his arm. You recognised her as Jiwoo, a girl who was apart of his friend group. But he never seemed that close with her until now. She smiles suggestively at him, moving a hand to rub his chest as they chat. His own hand lifts to take move hers away and tell her to create some space between them as he wasn't interested in her like that and to remind her of his girlfriend.

But you didn't know this, all you were seeing is him talking with a girl strung to his bicep. Your heart fell to your stomach as she reaches up to press a kiss to his cheek. Why would she do that? Surely he must've said something for her to be so close and willing to kiss him?

You swallow thickly, standing still until you hear your name called. You look up to see Jungkook, both drinks abandoned on the counter as he breaks away from the grip his friend has on him. He walks towards you and takes your hand, "c'mon let's go" he murmurs to your ear so you can hear him, encouraging you to grab your jacket and bag from the cloak hangers.

He grabs his own stuff, making a mental note to text Jimin later that you both left. He saw the look on your face and he knew you must've been feeling insecure again. He understands, he didn't expect his friend to be that way as she had never shown interest in him like that. And now he would have to make sure there wasn't a misunderstanding between the both of you.

You both make it to his bike and he goes to help you put your helmet on like he always does but you turn away, putting it on yourself. He frowns but doesn't say anything, putting his own on and soon you're both on way to his apartment.

You walk straight past him and into his bedroom, leaving him at the front door to sigh and rub his face in stress. He understood your anxiety about him, especially when past relationships never worked out but sometimes he wished for a little more trust.

He walks into his bedroom, seeing you stood by your stuff in the corner, "sweetheart I know you're upset, but it really wasn't like that" he says softly, putting his things onto his desk.

"She kissed your cheek and her hands were all over you Jungkook" you frown, turning to look at him, "you didn't even push her off, you just let her" your voice becomes stern, eyes upset but your body language just showed frustration.

He sighs and sits on his desk chair, looking down at his hands, "I understand I should've pushed her away sooner, I did tell her I wanted some space before she kissed my cheek but she didn't listen, I told her after aswell. I'm sorry" he says but you shake your head. You walk to the other side of his bedroom, stopping in front of his bed.

"I can't just believe you like that Jungkook, you didn't even look uncomfortable or anything. You allowed it and- and you wouldn't have even done anything about it if I didn't see!" you say, voice raising slightly. He crosses his eyebrows and sits up straight, looking at you with slight shock. You never shouted, you hated shouting.

Jungkook shakes his head at you, standing up to face you properly, "Y/n I'm sorry but this is ridiculous. I told her straight after the kiss for her to not do it again, you would've maybe heard me if you weren't so quick to accuse me- I mean all I ever do is reassure you and prove myself to you, why don't you realise I only have eyes for you? I wouldn't cheat on you y/n" he says sternly but his volume remains the same.

You feel your eyes water, turning around to avoid looking at him. "You need to try and start trusting me.. with no trust we have nothing" he says, more quiet and upset. It was the truth, but it hurt. The thought of not being able to be with him anymore just because you were insecure.

He looks down to the floor at your silence, breathing out quietly, "I think I should give you some space.. I'm sorry again y/n, it really wasn't like that" he says again, walking towards you to press a kiss to the back of your head before he grabs his things and leaves the room.

He slept in the lounge that night.

The next morning you lie awake in his bed alone, guilt strong in your chest as you hadn't stopped thinking all night. You should've trusted him, realistically you knew he wouldn't just cheat on you like that- or at all.

He was right, without any trust in eachother you'd just go downhill, relationship turning into nothing but toxicity and arguments. You knew you had to apologise, it was wrong of you to accuse him and have no faith in him at all. He had never done anything throughout you being together to make you doubt him at all.

You also felt guilty for letting him take to sofa whilst you had his bed, you were the asshole in this situation, why did he have to be so sweet.

You head lifts from the pillow when you hear the door open, seeing Jungkook slowly walk inside, "I'm just grabbing my charger" he says quietly, eyes tired as he slowly walks towards you. You sit up, fiddling with your hands in shame, "I'm sorry" you whisper, seeing him stop with the charger in his hands. He looks at you with a small nod, "I just want you to trust me y/n.. I understand how it looked, but I wished you would've tried talking to me about it before thinking I would hurt you" he says, voice deep with sleep.

You nod, eyes watering as he approaches you and joins you on the bed, charger left on his desk. He pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you sniffle, "I'm really sorry kook.. I should've trusted you n it was wrong of me to accuse you like that" you cry, holding onto him tightly.

He holds you for awhile, letting you get your emotions out. He wasn't mad at you, he really did understand, he would've been pissed if a dude made a move on you like that. He just would've been mad at the dude rather than you, and he felt better now he knew you understood his side aswell.

"I love you baby, so so much" he whispers, feeling you wipe your tears away and look up to him with glossy eyes, " I love you too.. m sorry again. I promise I'll try and be more reasonable" you say to him. He smiles with a nod, leaning closer to press your lips together in a loving kiss.

He missed you all night, wanting to just hold you in his arms and let any troubles fade away. You kiss him back, holding him close until he breaks away, "I missed you.. wanna be close to you" he whispers against your lips, kissing them again slowly.

His tongue slides against yours, hand moving to intertwine with yours. That was your first big argument, now it was over the both of you wanted nothing more than to feel close and connected again.

He moves you to lay on your back, sliding his body between your legs as you moan quietly into the kiss. You both part, panting softly as you stare into eachothers eyes. You lift a hand to gently move some hair from his face, stroking the small scar on his cheek, "I missed you too.. hate fighting" you frown, still feeling guilty with it all even though he forgave you.

His hands stroke your sides lovingly, pressing kisses to your cheek until he reaches the corner of your mouth, "it's all over with sweetheart.. jus wanna be inside you now" he murmurs lowly while he moves his face to nuzzle into your neck.

Your heart pounds against your chest, shivers going down your spine and between your legs at how casually he had admitted that. And you wanted it. His hair is still messy from waking up, body big and warm- you wanted nothing more than for him to just take over your body, to have his cock deep inside your cunt as he moans and whispers into your ear.

He starts to pull your clothes off, pyjamas chucked across the room with his own following soon after. You both admire eachothers nude bodies, you could never get enough of his broad chest and muscly shoulders. His abs lead down to his faint happy trail where his cock stays, growing hard and needy for your touch, thick and long to stretch you out and make you cry just the way he likes.

His hands wonder over your stomach to your tits, groping firmly as he lowers his body down so there's no gap between. His dick presses to your wet cunt, making you whine quietly as you grind your needy clit against him. He moans softly into your ear, thumbs rubbing your hard nipples, "jus gonna slide in mkay?" he says breathlessly, never feeling so desperate to be inside you before.

You nod quickly, arms wrapped around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist to pull you up. He holds you to his chest, sat back against his feet with your ass on his thighs. Your bodies feel closer, practically hugging eachother as he spreads your puffy lips apart with the tip of his cock, pushing it inside your wet hole until your ass meets his thighs again.

You whimper at the stretch, hiding your face into his neck from the slight pain because of no foreplay. But you liked it, how nicely his dick fit inside you, how tight it was.

His hips start to move back and forth once you both took a moment, hips bucking harshly against yours until you cry out loudly, a sequence of 'ah ah ah!' with each thrust escape you. You feel a tug to your hair, his hand combing through and pulling until your head is back and he can see your face.

"Wanna see your face when you take my cock, sweetheart" he grunts, chest rubbing against yours as he stares into your eyes. You hear a faint whimper from him, making your pussy clench tightly. You loved his sounds.

He chuckles, spare hand moving from your waist to send a harsh slap to your ass. You cry out and cling onto his body, making him send another one to make it sting, "pussy feels so fuckin good baby" he whispers, slowing his thrusts and moving back just slightly to see his cock disappear inside you. His eyes close for a moment, jaw clenched before he pushes you down to the bed, sliding his cock out.

You whine loudly, hands trying to grab onto him but he pushes them away, grabbing onto your little body to turn you around to lay on your front. "Gonna fuck you like this, show you you're mine-" he pauses, pushing his cock back into your pussy as he watches, "gonna fill you up- fuck" he grunts harshly. His hands grip your ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart as he moves his dick in and out of you.

You whine and cry and whimper, his words making your pussy wetter, "please" is all you can let out. He grins, hand grabbing your hair again as leverage before he starts to buck his hips wildly into your cunt again. Your ass jiggles, making him moan loudly along with you. Letting his sounds out without a care and his eyes shut to take in the moment, trying not to cum too fast.

Your hands grip onto the pillows and sheets, feeling tears prickle in your eyes at the way his fingers pull your hair and the way his cock rubs against your gspot. You feel the tightness in your stomach starting to form just as he adjusts himself to grind aswell as thrust, moaning deeply and you can't help yourself. You're a whore for his pretty sounds.

You shake your head as much as you can with the grip on your hair, thighs trembling and your hands moving back to try and shove his hips away from behind you. It was all too good and you felt like you were going to wet yourself.

He doesn't like this though, taking his hands off you to grab at your wrists, pining them down on either side of your hips so you lie helplessly. "Fuckin take it angel, be a good girl for me. I wanna feel you cum around my cock, wanna hear you cry baby" he whispers to your ear once he's leaned down.

Tears fall down your cheeks to the mattress, body shaking from his words until it snaps, clenching tightly around him with a squeal. You squirt around his cock and his eyes roll back when he realises this. He stops his movements for a moment to let you calm down, breathing heavy against your back while you shake and cry.

He moves you to lay on your side whilst still inside you, one leg over his hip and the other beneath him. He hears you whine at the movements, making him stroke your head softly, "shh shh I'm almost there. Are you ready, angel?" he whispers, kissing your temple gently. "Wan it inside me" you murmur tiredly, lazily grinding your hips up against his causing a chuckle from him, "oh don't worry sweetheart, I'm gonna fill you up"

He goes slower this time, pounding hard and slow into your cunt making wet splashes from your cum spread around his thighs and stomach. Each moan and grunt fill your ears, whimpering yourself from the overstimulation but you take it, wanting him to cum and feel good because of you.

A hand grabs onto your tit as he feels his balls tighten, eyes squeezing shut and his stomach tensing until he groans loudly into your ear, hot cum filling your messy pussy. He grinds his cock harshly inside you until he feels empty, pulling out to watch how his cum spills out of you.

He lays down tiredly beside you, pulling you to his chest tightly as you both catch your breaths. He presses light kisses to your skin, down your jaw to your neck where his hand meets your chest, "such pretty tits" he whispers. You're too tired to react or feel shy, leaning into his kisses and touches.

He smiles, pecking your lips, "I love you.. all mine" he says, causing your own smile to grow, "I love you.. n you're all mine too"

You both lay in eachothers arms for awhile longer before you both have a bath, washing eachother and sticking together the whole day. You spent some much needed quality time, playing your favourite card and board games, watching your favourite movies. You felt closer with the air cleared, sure you would still feel insecure here and there, but you knew you could trust him. He loved you more than anything and he will say it a million times just to make you happy.

the detective kneels towards the nameless civilian, permitting the rain trickle down concern features that faced a disgust, perturb one. “don’t feel pressured to speak your story just yet. but know i am here to help,” he conveys, his approach being exact for the anguished girl that alone made her bony shoulders quiver. the remark was met beside reticence, & the male instead stood straight to let the paramedics conduct any impairment that was forsaken upon the girl. every shift the prosecutor had been recently taking on came to be the same mishap, disparate location & never had the town borne an excessive heft of manslaughter since many, many ages ago. what was he missing here?

“sir,” a manful tone reaches the former man to confront the younger associate who seemed enthusiastic to assist at any inured second. his emblem glinted at the movement of his physique that radiated tension to see the qualified man. once the two made eye contact, the officer cleared his throat, back contracting to erect as straight as he could to impress. “y..your daughter is here,” at the referral of a daughter, the male closes his eyes with a sigh— coarse fingers enclasping a pack of cigars inserted away in the sable sack. lighting the roll, those eyes were concise to greet virtuous, troubled ones scrutinizing through the barred set; pursuing to grasp any data standing out.

ambulating around the official the senior flows forward enough to evoke the attention of the college student that felt satisfied at the new view. “dad,” she exhales out, “what happened?”

“you can’t be here anais,” he nevertheless asserts, & it plucks a frown at the edge of anais’s mouth. “I heard what happened,” she merely interferes his commentary briefly, those akin eyes no longer enduring the singular guardian she had matured with. “you think it’s some wild animal?”

her dad firms his lips, though proceeds to take an additional draw plenty to let the fume slop between the dentures well— rotting straight the brittle winds. “we don’t have the answers yet,” he finally casts the feedback out & he seizes one more stare at her, aware that he could not be stunned by how much ‘the kid’ was pleased to service with no capacity in hand. being the daughter of a detective could be complicated & even when one should be grossed by the innumerable of heinous beliefs, anais was continually there to attend— to choose to be a part of the site to compute enigmas abiding.

reaching over while dangling the belvedere, a rugged hand bumped the undergraduate’s head along strands of hair getting wafted in the way, “get home kid,”

anais shakes her head at the dared pestering, “i’ll go home—” she begins to allege till a definite sufferer snares her concentration next. it was the girl that formerly installed on the shores mourning & beholding the dull character across, she perceived the junior went to the same academy. anais was arranged to evacuate the location, gratified to command home as her parent petitioned & when she did all that was on her sense was the girl situated in the back of the emergency vehicle mouthing,

you’re next.

the revelations nevermore went away the second it became monday again & all seemed to label the individual who was lifeless that evening. blathers flowed about— fully not enough to convince the private eye's offspring for a solution. it was apparent that the assassination was complex to resolve & monitoring her father’s prior phone calls they were sure it could not be a mortal’s deed. but an animal?

“anais,” void eyes lifting from the equal-sided escritoire, they were faced with radiant features that disrupted the unbroken pondering; wholly finding to model into park jimin himself. he sat quite nonchalantly near the student’s armchair, plump lips curling,  “you look stressed,” each time the comforting sound stole her thought it constantly port an unpredictable sensitivity behind. park jimin was the ‘it guy’ over campus & even if a pupil present did not know him personally— they knew something about him. it left mumbles to leap in sessions they shared together because how come jimin was always near the detective’s daughter? the all too comparable chatters about it left anais on edge & was jimin being sympathetic full to even trust him?

“confused actually,” she retorts, fingers deflating around the lone pencil that obtained the strain striking through her muscles. jimin’s view pursued from a graceful face to a disheveled journal next where the word ‘ANIMAL’ was composed beside lines spiraling around it various times. anais’s hand coils to stash the word, clearing her throat by the moment jimin had implicitly established the disorientation. “the murder must be that important huh?”

“it’s the third murder in a row,” she lowers her tone, in the end setting down the pencil to cross her arms to neglect the caustic that arose from the overall mention of it. “not even dad has a clue on what’s going on, and the old man has been working for too long,”

jimin tilts his head, resting a cheek on the palm of his hand, “which is why he’s handling it..it’s his job after all,” he then smiles, “it’s cute how invested you get into these things each time,” nothing could be passable to sweep her over, alike the flirtatious endeavors & in fact, she did not rely on a single word of it, not when two undergraduates behind were buzzing to one another like fools. anais takes the opportunity to review elsewhere instead, fluttering to a tidy flio as if to abolish all the delineates milled in her intellect concerning the homicide.

THROUGH the fall the lone dilemma at gloom was the murkiness, some nightfalls even the stars had been buried behind a barrier of foreboding streams. as they wavered on toward fall those nights drew high, restless to appear, reluctant to pass. no longer could they slumber in the open with slim attire for cover & each other for warmth. the midnights were as ferocious as a dip in the chilled lagoons would be, taking their physique heat until their lips blued & teeth chattered. for the period it came to be bitterter than predicted, but existing in a modest community near the bay it was deliberately rational to advise others about staying heated in early october.

two am was the typical hour where the alabaster window would be found far unclosed, welcoming the wintry dusk that could never depict the warmth lapping inside the range. the junior remained up holding specific jitters, lips parted in pants to feel skin prickle in coldness by the new condition invading through. anais’s mind marked the girl back at the border, the cadaver battered open with entrails unloaded out & it was mediated deplorable to speculate she could be the one ravaged next. it was already the end of the week & there had been ordeal after ordeal marooned to sting behind those eyes, yet all she did was to discount the alarm seeming to slither up the spine & play it off as a halloween banter of the town.

being cautioned that the unceasing air was ranging past her shoulders, anais progresses out of the balmy shroud to unite the window where the blinds were flapping powerfully due to the clime. dubiously extending for the peak she claps it shut again, fingertips fiddling upon the latch to pick up the distant click. mobiling aside to judge the framework, her heart sprints the more those weary eyes inspect every rim to guarantee it was cinched this time.

she was convinced she had it shut when she went to dream.

cowering at the hasty commotion of a device vibrating, the scrutiny shifts to the phone reposing on top of the nightstand— where a lackluster luminescence had been the only thing enlightening the space. freeing the blinds to grant it descend back into place, anais never recalled the arced figure outdoors,

one including an amber desirous glare.

gripping the dial, she presses the lighting to observe upcoming messages all from jimin. what was he doing up this late?

[2:05 am] there's a halloween party happening tomorrow night

[2:07 am] say yes! we have to go!

her eyes squinted, appendages of the hand restlessly coiling at the sides & she seemed to once inference the red flags about displaying to an exclusive gathering. she is responsible— how can someone have fun when there is danger lurking around the town? anais hovered her fingertips over the keypad, eyes rereading the messages until her shoulders flinched at acquiring another one precipitously.

[2:10 am] i hope you come. don’t be boring.

DON’T be boring, a conscious forewarned, raucous to envelope the peculiar clamors that were suppressed— confined in an appropriate constructed dwelling that exhibits to be rural, beside shales nicking off the ends. the building was not at all common, permanent in a station where miles down a gasoline station would be in sight, yet if someone went farther than that; there was the town’s real plaza. it prevailed near a woodland that fenced the far end of the borough & despite if there were greenery everywhere, this particular post left the twenty year old to shudder.

there were admissions distributed, fog from tobacco, & the trace of clammy crowds casting a shade about the field & it was figured out that the dwelling was indeed deserted— someone wanting to profit the locale to beautify for a classic halloween celebration. since last night, jimin’s messages were acknowledged by the daybreak due to a fidgety brain & it was no doubt that it was all timid. anais was not enamored of parties, let alone associations in any event that was put together. it was favored to remain at home, revise class material, & conference along a detective for hours on eternal conclusions.

but jimin is good at persuading. not utterly, nonetheless the text of don’t be boring was something the investigator’s daughter needed to validate wrong. one duskiness should not hurt, yet it was all later being deplored the second the entryway swung free & a wobbly jimin urged upon the door frame with a foreign intoxicated haze. “you made it,” he smirks & it still was captivating in spite of hefty exhales undulating off those coral lips.

anais stood stiffly, skin burgeoning goosebumps from the october atmosphere ongoing to gyrate, “i did. .” after, jimin acts to the side without assistance of the door & the outlook was accompanied by a rash of more public, spills on the desk, & flogging music. the temperature elevated the moment she stride ahead, eyes concerning the abundance of remote faces, was this what people went crazy over?

“come, i want you to meet my friends,” jimin exhales in her ear & she cringes, not used to the proximity he was offering. his hand interlaces through her own effortlessly, tractioning her into the ocean of figures on each other for hunger. “I can’t stay that late jimin,” she prepares to deliver her sentiments— abdomen prickling with bees as the attractive guy was transferring more into the ‘house.’  ultimately the display of several mortals situated along an upholstered furniture was checked, bottles, cans of alcoholic beverages hurled randomly around & anais knew why cinemas cherished to showcase young adult affairs.

jimin located boastfully near the lower girl, awarding a roomy grin towards his so-called friends all dispersed at this sphere they invented. “this is anais,” he tells & she felt like it was secondary school all over again upon the inaugurations.

one of the males arranged crosswise takes a lone wisp of the cigar before twirling in his fingers. “oh shit,” he curses, “you’re that detective’s daughter right?” as the observation was made, anais noted her heart was bustling, did jimin go around spilling things?

“she is,” jimin answers for her with one more smile & at this point in time, the beaming was no longer seen as alluring— instead there was a lingering awareness that everything leading up to this was imitation. “I heard a lot of things about your dad,”

anais empties her throat this turn, wanting to appear courageous adjoining these seniors, yet she was in no place to do so, not when she wore a ludicrous nurse costume that left too much imagery for anybody. she was getting gnawed alive by wolves all from the burdensome peers. “what did you hear?” she replies in a doubtful pitch & the male smirks as extra smoke dives through his mouth. “oh, so she can speak,”

snickering was heeded from the other companions behind, although those eyes were sealed on the male that was initially the one to discourse after all. “there’s just rumors of how many cases are left cold because of your dad,” side glancing at jimin just alongside, he demonstrated no sentiment— no smiles, no rage, & no friskiness. in fact, he makes the gesture to seize a beer off the counter, degultiting a gulp without blanching at the firm taste. “I mean shit..working for over ten years and still can’t reach the peak?”

she gapes heavily at this male, fist bended rigidly enough to become ashen. she nevermore remembered who he was & perhaps he had to be in some non prominent organization they had in the institution.  the male still simpers, grinding the ends of the roll against the splinter stand where his hand grasps a jug of liquor next, “but it went all downhill from the case of your mother huh?”

“he couldn’t even help her,”

it went reticent afterwards & anais missed to know who this person was— how can someone know a family’s past so well? “come on jaxon,” jimin’s voice returns, espialing the stiff demeanor to be invisible in thoughts instead of quarreling. “that’s enough,”

“how..do you know that?” everybody’s scrutiny fixates on the dark-haired who was starting to collect a tread first. jaxon tilts his head to take other draughts of the pungent liquid & appoints to repeat nothing. “how do you know that?” she inquired over in a much draconian volume, even taking jimin by bewilderment as his brows wrinkled along the swift reception she was freeing.

this chance, anais rushes towards the male— furniture forsaken as those angular appendages ring the neck attire of a top, a reckless flame veiling over the black eyes. “how do you know that..!”

the dispute came roaring more than the last, resounding off the slim dams that were up to now concealed by the strident music thriving  inside. everybody neighboring bore at her, some a bit baffled, & while others seeming drolled at such a backlash the dialogue pulled. before the male could convey, anais felt a frozen pour spurt down the back with an adhesive melt lagging down her neck & legs. glimpsing below, fair salmon marks dyed the blanched dress, surrendering any drops of the juice to curve over skin that could not manage its hold on the fabric. roaming backwards, the undergraduate turns to mask an anonymous girl accompanying bright eyes & colored lips that sneered while holding an barren jar.

anais thinks how the beverage was now wasted on her rather than drunk & before she could blink all around commences to swell with hilarity at the sole sight. the laughs were vociferous to clunk in her ears—  appendages straightening to regard every original face fissure into a beam. it made those stinging insects late at her gut turn into scant knives that prick severly to precipitate a glossy gaze because what ached the greatest was jimin humorously fronting the saturated figure as well.

ingesting down a spasm bubbling in the middle of the throat, the human recedes as promptly as it came, in the bountiful bodies & inebriated yells— where the dusk air was the one gating the skin this time around. limited huffs liberated her lips at the second pallid sneakers delved into a bound slot between lanky trees elsewhere from the building behind. anais was still nearby, but deep enough where the tunes were offsetting to be laborious to overhear. she never presumed if it was because the chagrin was erupting inside her gist or alleged to be entombed forever.

kneeling down, hot tears drizzled down her cheeks, although she never heartened a sob to getaway those lips as if she was frightened the trees circumambient would go into insulting too. the mourning would eventually soothe as a phone shakes & seeing the flashing screen lit in the center of the dark night, anais pushed on the green dial briefly, “dad,” she sighs out, eyes shutting.

“how’s the party? you’re not drinking right?”

a faltering smile loops on her mouth at the conversant steely mood, “can you pick me up? the party isn’t so fun after all,” the mention was met upon silence & her brows rumpled, “dad?”

lowering the phone, the line got separated sanctioning her stare to surface the corner of the screen where no white bars have been graphic for signal. “fuck,” she whispers, soliciting to transmit any messages to her keeper to get picked up.

messages not delivered

messages not delivered

messages not delivered

there were various efforts made to get the messages across & no matter where those white sneakers situated, the indicator was never retreating back on the device. sauntering back the dwelling implied to be the only choice & depriving to avert it at first, anais could not,

not when screams were beginning to clog the forest.

the hollers quoted off amidst the foreboding that granted the tree fronds a dance— all divergent in spirits & pitches as the minutes were living by. she stood petrified at how long-lasting the cacophines were, how blaring they were broadening over the muted music & even if she was far off abutting the woodland, she could still hear it like a hallucination. there was no time to ponder about what was going on, instead her feet staggered into a dash approaching the hind of the dwelling where she exited, but the closer she got, the turmoil was migrating in. the atmosphere emerged denser than before & as those slender fingers snaked about the door lever to spin open, her throat grew taut at treading on something wet. blood.

it was in all places— on the walls, the carpets, seatings; unspecified areas that had a isolated piece of furniture inside. at first the beings were not conspicuous due to the vague bulbs, however, as anais ambled through she was tanked with the prime casualty that arose as a girl beside her torso gutted out. covering her lips in astonishment, she pads back to collide into a chair that was sludged along maroon waterlogging off the arms & legs.

in this point of time the melody was diminution, emptiness forsaken to stuff the clone corridors, where was everyone now?

was everyone killed?

discreetly the junior jaunts over the diversified mortals with hollowed respiration— seeking to stay low in case the butcher had been closeby. hands were glistening in plasma as she bumbled astride the flooring, flawed to cultivate any biliousness that was founding at the pit of the stomach. the party had updated into a massacre the longer she cruised through the scope & as she was devising to retire from an entry within reach, she canceled in a daze to perceive one being that had been belligerenting to stroll down the hall.

squinching to see the character clearly, anais immobilized as the darkish light casted past the male in view, jimin. “shit,” he grumbles under his breath, imprisoning his side that she saw was laboriously bleeding, the leakage lesion discernible through his frayed pullover. heeding a pair of white shoes, his eyes ascend up to find wide, intentionally blameless ones that could have made him less strained. “anais,”  jimin coughs along lips slyly ringing & even when he required the hand, she did not feel like confiding in someone that ashamed her previously. “w..we need to get help,”

no argument was good to dodge her throat & she was entangled between hankering to be kind, or to quit as she fled to hail for aid on her own. “anais,” jimin duplicates in a vulgar volume, making her flinch, “help me walk, we need to get help.”

the tone was stringent & as anais erected there pursuing to amass her anxious breathing altogether, jimin started to glare right through her. at his fierce ogling alone, it had been plentiful to arrange the justification she was looking for. hesitantly passaging from the exit, the brunet-haired commenced to amble towards jimin who was contorted over, beholding his laceration just before a creak was caught down the foyer. delaying her hike, her heart skipped a beat at permitting her concentration to glance down the blackness orbiting abaft jimin’s shoulder. “hurry up!” jimin’s snapped, yet abortive to get anais to maneuver from her post.

“w-we need to be quiet—”

“you..” jimin heaves a breath, fixed straightforwardly with a permed smile on his creviced lips, “you really are pathetic aren’t you?”

the creaking gait extended & even when jimin’s altercation anguished, stung in the pit of her backbone, she resigned to let him postpone in the obscurity further. something was not right— did not feel right & the more she watched, the more she could discern a physical structure was concomitanting with them, vigilant in the hallway. eyes murky by worry anais takes another step back,

another, then another, and another.

“anais—!” jimin ultimately screams from thwarting, hysterical to wish the guidance until the outcry rounds into fear— pitch intense & gargle with unwieldy slabber. there was the mirror of bones fracturing, agonizing among the blood inceptioning to plash far more than any other part she had witnessed in the area. the shouts protracted, all too loud for the instinct to go psychotic & instantly, she too yelps when an unspecified thing rolled near her feet.

a head. . .jimin’s head.

stumbling over her extremities, her physique flattened to the ground to blur in more plasma of her classmate, bellow after bellow exodusing to contact the thicken air. the gloom was engrossing her in every angle beside no luminescences to be found any longer & demise impressioned to be on it’s path, in the arrangement of a figure that drilled over the lifeless male’s body. arduous respiring disgraced through those blazing ears & feeling on fire by the quantity of blood that has bespattered about.

“i’ve been waiting for you,” the beast mutters, head tilted as nothing but red body fluid trickled down his chin quite sloppily. the appearance made anyone want to throw up— the way she was capable of perceiving the deformed colleague arranged inert behind his prodigious shape. he was evidently no human— pointy teeth, grapnels that were lengthy enough to chop anything; how can this be real?

“i did this all for you— they were being so mean to you weren’t they? so i stopped them. .and they were delicious, but i know it couldn’t be delicious as you,”

anais chuffed at the appearance of a towering male, broad shoulders suited in tattered, bloodied wear— eyes that gleamed through the overcast, glaring through the miniature being urged upon the confined door.  the male extracts in a respiration, one that resolutely finds his environment & it makes him feel faint, additional drool assorted with blood caressing down his veiny neck. the bouquet loitering was fragrant, stronger than all the red splotching on the furniture formulating the immortal ponder over the incessant nights he would sniff her while she snoozes.

the endless nights he would taste her skin.

jeon jeongguk acts onward to stimulate anais’s deficient legs to bend, presuming to coil as if it would armor her away from all the wreckage he was initiating. he leers with teeth, moving closer & closer— until he halts when a wail flees her lips. “p-please,” she whispers upon a crack in her voice, revulsion dressing those runny eyes enough to produce an obnoxious grunt to leave his throat. “don’t kill me..”

“kill you?” he replays ludicrously, plunging to his knees just before her crouched form; engaged in the beauty that he thirst to see up close & conscious. “I would never get rid of you,” his words sounded off his tongue somewhat finely, composing the uneasiness in the way he was beginning to stare at her. he evidenced desperation. “just like how you can never get rid of me,”

another screech parallels against the corridors as his grand claws embrace her ankles to snatch, body banged to encounter the grisly mat. his eyes flicker at the vision of extra fluid besmirching her ebony hair, his full brawny frame being adept to withhold it. “I want a thank you,” jeongguk utters, licking his choppers as his scowl drawn down her haggard neck that pumps briskly. “I got rid of all those people— shouldn’t i get a reward?”

a bawl echoed at the conversation & it made the immortal smirk wide at the perception of a gaunt shape skirmishing to attack someone that was assembled to be in this situation. the longer he poised above, the more the blood & drivel as a whole trickled her cheek making her expression evert to a sickening one entirely. “please stop, y-you don’t have to do this,”

her disgresses were overlooked as his coarse palms skimmed on her condemned torso, until seizing the choker of the pasty apparel to slit apart altogether. breasts leaped out without anymore backing along with a corresponding celestial hue panties that gave his own pants a cramped fit. “fuck,” jeongguk growls, his fingers administering further of the acquaintance’s claret past the pale skin that solidifies at feeling the nippy muck. “I told you— i’ve been waiting for this,”

“waiting for you,”

anais snivels in humiliation at her defenseless body being glimpsed to someone that was an intruder— an executioner to be exact. hands hobbling upwards to possess the perky bosoms, they exert pressure in his arrest with fingers rubbing fragile nipples to let harden. “don’t,” she squeals, chest bowing onward for her hands to strain his inferior abdomen that port the site on fire from how benign the physical contact truly was. his head descends this time, lengthy tongue forthcoming to fondle the fluid that was perspiring down her chest, spiraling around nipples to bid consideration. a mewl greets his ears, his vivid eyes ascending to examine the delicacy combat to bury any pleasure crawling down her spine. it wasn’t supposed to feel good.

jeongguk presisted on to lick any blotch that blood left behind, evoking the dismay suffused whimpers & private moans that were captured in a throat he wanted to fuck. he remained restless, as the undergarment was severed apart from those tremulous legs to detect a piece he needed the most. clinching the back of her thighs he hoisted the physique to become expanded, legs wide, & bare to disclose the blossom between. the scent was effective, fashioning a fat groan to withdraw his gory lips, the plain note too lusty to make a wine speck to glow over anais’s cheeks. she has never been extended this way with anybody, let alone to someone that had the skill to slaughter her. by then he could not aid himself any longer as his tongue swept over a singular clit pulsing due to his earlier reprehensible behaviors.

she widened her eyes at the sense of something warm spitting over her tender cunt & proceeded to writhe her hips at the unaccustomed deed; head unbalancing backward onto the indents of the timber where she could not comprehend whether the terror was catching all the pleasure that was designed to go on.

jeongguk’s chest thunders upon an additional rumble under his breath at her obedience, extracting a cord of drool getting misplaced in between his mouth. the aftertaste was far from sour & perhaps it was the profound charm of lust where he just desired to maintain distinguishing the mellow cries. it was a delusion to be rousing the girl, cognizanting the erotic appearance of a bare body creamy with red fluid of the beings that previously aggrieved her. anais’s legs recess at the extinct solid grasp on the ankles & her eyes gaped in present to behold an enticing exterior precariously adjacent again. even if he was doing the reverse of what she requested, there was a minor part of interest to interpret what was his true aspire behind all this.

a restraint encased over the throat made all the myriad determinations fade in mid air to fixate on the beast thus far yearning for the dark-eyed. meager hands stretch in alarm to blemish at the wider one, sustaining shortened inhales before the pair made eye-contact. “it pissed me off how you let everybody walk over you for months,” he murmurs, glare hunting over the pinken bottom lip quiver, “the only one that can be ruthless to you is me,” his clutch toughens on anais’s throat— starting to dread at the haziness & spots atoning in her vision.

jeongguk’s free palm spreads her legs, the sluggishness of her body from the smother-hold executing to have the possibility to discern what he was intending to do. the folds between widen again to his aspect & lastly sensing the tacky moisture glazing the walls the system he fantasized of utilizing was all coming true. an enlarged apex of a cock sprung above to poke at her, orbiting it’s tip around the so far rosy clit that made vibrations band down the bones. she gasps, realizing, & meets those weeping eyes amidst his icy gawk.

“w-wait,” she hiccups, mining nails in his wrist cruel to dent, yet at no time desisting it. “what?” he incision the term, emanating extra tiers of bulky precum to share on top of her mold. “I’m going to make love to you,”

the altercation cleft in anais’s ears like vermins, suctioning the soul out of a carapace she assembled when a daring male jabbed his cock to widen— rupture apart the one entity that made her human. a strong sob retreated from her larynx at the searing sensation, however it prolonged as the immortal rutted his hips forward to let the tip nudge broadly inside to devise a perception of revulsion. she heavies a breath, back arching to throb from the wood beneath milling her skin in the process, it hurts badly.

“oh my,” jeongguk openly says, own frame flourishing additional incitement the better he felt luscious walls narrowing— tackling to wrench his reproductive organ in response. any more of the babble, laments, & beseeches the undergraduate proposed were all spurned between the crummy barricades; reinstating the clamor of a frenzied creature that grunted & snorted along every movement of impulsions that conveyed quick— nasty to manufacture a mutilated heart.

the thumping was rambunctious, slick resonant with mockery to emphasize there is no victorious counter to the lust. tears were shed, seedy cascading behind her head & the agony kept rising the greater he humped himself further each time. the satisfaction was intimate & cannily espialing the means of a tinier, dainty bod shakened through any ram, his eyes depressed to notice blood not only blot her skin, but barred on his shaft. “shit,”  he lets out, invigorating the pacing in between a breathless chortle, “this is the honor of us connecting baby, don’t you see?”

jeongguk’s hands dispersed to contact all points that supplied goosebumps & head curled to the side, she scanned the tragedy of a litter discard over the region. there was still the odor of fluid syrupy on the flooring, although at this point the untold bodies divided to specks were dignified as memorabilias. compressing her cheeks between his appendages swiftly, clumsy lips happen to find her own for longer kisses she grimaces at & onsetting to go through the sear migrate from the irritation, the beast moans toward her tongue, drizzling his every concluding devotion to soil her insides.

the human of his lover cripples on the lumber & fronting lower to eliminate his inferior frame off, he cares the manner in which it convulses among a pale & crimson entity amalgamating. he grins, swiping a digit over it to accumulate, pressing it to anais’s mouth to tint with absent tenderness that doused the former virtuous gaze. advancing forward, jeongguk strains one last kiss to her lips, bestowing the fondness that was contrary to the preceding conduct in a plan to make up for his avarice he named love.

“I’m going to take you away,” he emits, fist kneading along the grimy gaunt cheek, owning the mortal to draught at the concept of disposing final days as this moment.