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Time seemed to blur by after that when you came back to the hideout in your room, Yami and the mage talking outside, they’re murmurs coming through the wooden door taunted your ears. A few moments of silence passed before the door opened to show Yami. He came in as neutral as ever, lighting a cigarette and coming to sit beside you on the bed, which creaked loudly under his weight. 

“Here, Gladys gave me these to give to you.” He handed you a glass bottle of small capsules. You looked at the bottle and read the label ‘Prenatal Supplements,’ yet another sign that what was happening is real. 

“Are you going to keep it?” Yami asked, looking at the wall while blowing out a puff of smoke. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Are you going to tell him?” You snorted weakly. 

“I think that's the only thing I’m sure about at this point.” You fell to the side and laid your head on his shoulder, holding back every tear that had been building up behind your eyes since you got the news. 

“So am I gonna tell Finral he’s going to be an uncle or do you want the honors?” You turned to look up at him, head-snapping so fast you thought you broke it. 

“You knew?” Yami turned to look at you, a grin pulling at his lips, teeth gripping his cigarette in place. 

“Who do you think brought you back that night?” 

***

“Captain Langris? A visitor is here to see you.” Langris frowned, he wasn’t expecting anyone today, he was supposed to be working on mission assignments and specifically freed up the day due to his lag in work as of late, a certain woman clouding his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He wasn’t prepared for who came through the threshold of his office door. In you walked, legs striding with a confidence you didn’t feel at all, but you could have fooled him, with your head held high you met him head-on at his desk. 

“What can I do for you, Y/n?” His chin came to rest on his pen that he held in front of him with his two hands, watching you with sharp, intrigued eyes, anyone else might have thought he was bored, but he was beyond curious of where this would go. 

“I-” The words were stuck in your throat, a huge knot holding up the words from passing your lips. 

“What is it?” He didn't mean to come off so rude but it was out of instinct, he wasn’t a patient man. 

“W-Well.” Once again the words balled up in your throat, restricting your breathing as your eyes began to water, built-up anxiety and nerves ripping away at your nerves as you began to shake. 

“Well? Get on with it-”

“I'M PREGNANT!” The scream seemed to clear your throat, but the shaking continued, as did the tears burning your eyes, blurring the reaction of Langris, but you didn’t need to see it. 

“Get rid of it.” you blinked, breakdown halted for but a second, a second of clarity where you saw him, terrified and desperate, another blink, calm- angry eyes. You took a step back, disgusted, almost betrayed. You didn’t know what to expect when coming here, but it wasn’t this.

“Y/n wait-” He could see the disgust in your somber eyes, the regret for even coming here. He should've known, his mouth speaking before he even really thought about it, a mistake solely on his part. 

“No, I-I’m sorry to bother you but I need to go.” 

“Y/n no-!” You were just out of reach, just falling from his hand, his stumble almost made him run into the door which you slammed closed on your way out, by the time he opened it, you were already gone. 

“Fuck…” 

***

Three Years Later 

“Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” Langris was quiet and hushed as spoke to Finral, essentially unnerving him. 

“Langris? Are you okay?” Finral almost offered to get him a glass of water but held back in fear of insulting his younger brother, even after their bettered relationship, Finral still felt there were some lines he still didn’t get to cross.

“Fine, I’m fine. I’ve asked for you because I have a proposition.” 

“A proposition?” Finral watched as Langris pulled out a long piece of paper from his desk, the edges sharp and lined with gold. As Langris laid the paper down slid it toward his older brother, Finral in return, brushing it closer, reading the words written with wide eyes. 

“I-Is this some sort of joke?!” Finral shoved the paper away, glaring at his brother, not finding one of his usual pranks so funny. After everything he’d done, what right does he have to ask this of him- to ask this of you!

“Finral-”

“No! Do you have any idea what you said did to her? I’ve seen your lows, Langris, but I didn’t think you would go this far. I thought you had made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with-”

“It was a mistake! Those words were flying out of my mouth before I even had a chance to even think of what I was saying. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but it’s the truth. Y/n doesn’t deserve that, she doesn’t even deserve me, she should have nothing but the best but… well- goddamnit I love her and I’m going to try my damn well hardest to fix what I did!” Finral couldn’t believe it, the tears filling his younger brother's eyes only fueling the shock rippling throughout his senses, freezing him. Langris loved you? Langris didn’t love anyone. 

“How do I know you're not lying, that you’re not just trying to get close to her and Lefric only to kidnap him and sell him huh?” Finral eyes his brother, suspicion ripping at his thoughts, training each opinion and speculation. 

“Lefric? Is that his name?” The smile on Langris’ face was almost unnatural, something Finral hadn’t seen in so long, a genuine smile. 

“Y-Yes.” Langris hummed, leaning back and seeming to drift away in his thoughts, probably his little paradise where he was with you and Lefric, a part of the family you had created, but the sadness clouded his eyes once again, reminded by the reality of which you hate him, and your son, his son, didn’t even know he existed.

“I don’t plan to sell my son, and I don’t plan on deceiving Y/n either, I just want another chance.” Finral sat back and looked at his brother for a long time, and several emotions ran through his eyes and face, sometimes his eyes contradicting the face he was making, and then he was completely unreadable. It was the first time Langris wanted to hear Finral speak. 

“Okay, I’ll bring her- BUT if you so much as making a suspicious glance at her OR Lefric, we are outta there!” Langris almost could hold his joy in, feeling like jumping around and throwing his hands in the air, instead he settled on a face-splitting smile that frightened his older brother. 

“Perfect! Shall we get you ready for your wedding?” 

“MY WHAT?!” 

***

Sitting in the white chair your blood boiled, simmering under your skin and scorching your veins. What was Finral thinking bringing you here, bringing Lefric here! You had the mind to struggle him in your seat right now if the music hadn’t started playing and everyone stood. Lefric hung off my you as you both turned to watch the bride walk down the aisle. 

Finesse looks gorgeous, draped in a white fabric dripping from her figure in exact seams and hems. Her veil was decorative, lace flowers growing across, she looked like a goddess. Walking toward the steps of her future matrimony, gorgeous lilies in hand, you couldn't help but think if this deity knew about her future husband's bastard child. Everyone sat back down and the priest began, looking over at Finral, you realized why he might have brought you, clutching at his slacks, he couldn’t even look up at the ceremony, eyes burning into his legs. You only slid Lefric onto one hip and grabbed Finral’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You were happy to feel a small squeeze back. 

The ceremony blurred as Lefric began moving, playing with your dress and hair, you couldn’t help but play with him too, making sure you were still quiet, but your playtime was halted when a sentence from the priest caught your ear. 

“Is there anyone who objects to this?” The priest turned to the crowd looking for objectors, surprise pulling at his old face when someone did. 

“I do.” The priest pulled back, babbling nothings before spitting out, “I beg your pardon?!”

“I object. I don’t love her and I don’t want this marriage.” Some people in the crowd gasped, some even laughed, others watched on in astound, frozen in their seats. You looked away from the others, catching the sad face of Finesse at the altar, as sad as she was though, the breath of relief was obvious. 

“I wouldn’t want to put Finesse through that.” Confusion wiped at her eyes, some even dotting my face with furrowed brows. Langris turned to look at me, looking as though relieved and elated. His gaze went sideways finding Finral and nodding. The brothers wordlessly switched places, much to your annoyance as you whispered questions to Finral as he walked away. Panic and anxiety bubbled up and your hold on Lefric tightened a little watching as Langris walked closer, his final steps the only thing you heard over the blood rushing your ears. 

“Y/n.” His voice was but a whisper, hesitant and tentative much like a shy child, which coming from Langris, was the least of what you expected. His eyes dropped from you and fell on your son, eyes suddenly ten times brighter. He looked as though he was going to pick Lefric up from me, but he stopped, his arms frozen awkwardly, before stiffly smoothing down his suit. His hand came down to grab my free one before turning back to the priest and saying, 

“You may continue.” The priest looked off to the parents of Langris and Finral, met with angry scowls but nodding heads, so he continued. 

Sitting beside you, he paid you no mind, never once letting go of your hand either. You thought of pulling it away, even moving your wrist a little to pull it away but you stopped. Why you don’t know, maybe it was because his hand was so warm, a warmth you’d been needing for a while. 

“And do you Finral Roulacase take Finesse to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do.” 

“And do you Finesse Calmreich, take Finral to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do!” 

“I may now pronounce you as husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” 

***

The reception was loud and joyful food and drinks passed around nobles and spectators mingling together, each going up and their own time to congratulate the married couple. When it came to be your turn, Langris followed you up, practically as attached to your hip as Lefric. 

“Y/n I know I’m horrible but-” 

“Congratulations Finral, I’m glad everything could work out. You two deserve each other.” You watched as Finesse smiled and squeezed at Finral’s hand. Finral smiled as he looked down at the hand clasping his, still not believing that this was truly happening. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” You nodded. 

“Of course.”  you set down your wedding gift to give to them on the table before handing over a second present. 

“So since someone has some explaining to do and you're busy, you get to watch Lefric while Langris does explain this all to me. Sound good? Good?” The end was a bit snippy, but you're already peeved off self sort-of had a right. Langris followed without command and followed you into the first empty room you could find, a simple guest room. You sat on the bed and sighed, staring up at Langis with squinted eyes, skeptical of his motives. 

“You may begin.” 

“I made a deal with Finral that if he brought you to the wedding, he would be marrying Finesse instead of me.” Never one to beat around the bush, Langris answered you with a bored tone, staring at you like he had done nothing wrong like he’d done nothing at all. 

“And what in the hell were you thinking when you did that?” You were pissed, fuse lit and burning down fast, you were ready to explode. 

“I was thinking that I love you and I want to be a family, I want to be a father to Lefric.” It was like a bucket of water had been dropped on you, efficiently washing out the burning fuse. Langris dropped to his knees and looked up at you. 

“Please, give me a chance Y/n. You wouldn’t believe how sorry I am, honest. I didn’t mean to say what I did back then, and I'm so glad you didn’t listen to my foolish ass. Please, Y/n I don’t think I can watch him grow up from the sidelines.” 

“You’ve done well so far,” you muttered, turning away from his pleading eyes which seemed to burn through you , pulling at the heart-strings you had thought you cut off. He looked away with a small sad smile, shaking his head. 

“No, I haven’t. I was there when you had your seventh-month scare, even arranging a better doctor for you. I was there when you were recovering in the hospital after giving birth. I managed to catch glimpses of him at his first birthday party but that was a bit difficult, that boy Asta moves around too much for his good. It was his second birthday, I couldn’t make it, I was sent on an assignment near the kingdom's border, and god- I was so pissed. I don’t think I’d ever seen my men so scared of me.” He stopped coming forward to drop down in front of you. Langris Vaude, on his knees, looking up at you like you were the empress which ruled his life.

“I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t watch him from the sidelines, I wanted to see him and me… I wanted to see you.” He finished shakily, eyes dropping to the thighs he leveled with, he was sincere, honest, there was nothing much he missed more than you, even if it was only one night, no woman has ever compared to you. Looking up at you now, sharp eyes glaring at him while slowly softening as he pleaded, Langris had never felt more at home then underneath you. He was so close, closer than he’d been in four years, he didn’t even feel his arm moving from his side moving to lay on your thigh, falling in slightly. Langris knew he had you when he spotted the shiver in your back run down your thighs closing them around the fingers that slipped to touch the soft skin of your inner thighs. 

“Langris,” Your voice was stern but it wavered, frailty curving around your words as they fell from lips. “I don’t… I can’t just accept you into my life this is gonna take a lot of time. You hurt me Langris, scared me.” Your head pulled at his own, curling it up in your CV hands. 

“But I can meet you halfway, as long as you promise to do the same.” Langris felt his breath stop, looking up at you he felt like crying, he felt like screaming in joy but he settled on smiling up at you, tears welling in his eyes slowly, making his eyes shine in the lowly lit room. 

“Thank you,” He whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

***

Six Months Later

Langris met halfway, if not more which swept you off your feet more than anything, the second Langris met Lefric he had been nothing less than a loving father, spending time with him as much as he could and even taking him out, of course only with you or Finral’s presence. If Lefric became upset, Langris was there to ask him what’s wrong and comfort him before a cry even left his lips. Family dinner became a thing every Wednesday, usually held at the Black Bulls hideout but the times where you ate with Golden Dawn commanders sometimes evening the Captain coming to join, those nights were filled with just as rich food and laughter. 

Then there were the dates, the nights Finral and Finesse took care of Lefric and left you and Langris to go out and eat, filled with flirty gestures and hearty chuckles. As much as he cared for Lefric, Langris equally cared for you, checking on you when you seemed stressed, coming to see you after coming back from a mission, even occasionally going shopping with you for small things or groceries because he wanted to be near you. With Langris as Vice-Captain and you being a guild member yourself, it was hard and there were some disagreements, old Langris even coming out a few times but he never failed to apologize, and neither did you if you were wrong, you both couldn’t afford to be petty, if he- if you both wanted this work, then you had to think about Lefric as well.

Six months doesn’t feel like much, but as you break down every moment, every decision, every soft minute, each building juncture in your budding relationship, you wouldn’t give it up for anything. To you, Langris had long proven himself and you were tired of waiting for the right time to thank him and forgive him. 

“Are you ready?” You snapped out of the recollection of events, met with the questioning eyes of a certain Vice Captain, holding his hand out for you, ready to take you home after a refined night out at some highly rated nobility restaurant. The food had been great and the wine was sweet, heavy on your tongue and you never found your mouth closed, conversation buzzing the entire night, carrying with the wind that softly blew around you both. You had come as the sun was setting, dining and watching the sunset but as the dinner went on the sun long faded and the dark sky filled your desert with stars and a chill that ran up and down your spine, dressed a little too thin. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry.” You move to get up, pushing your chair back in before taking Langris’ hand letting him lead you out, opening every door for you and letting you through first making you feel like royalty. He walked toward a carriage waiting for you both but you waved off the driver and pulled Langris back. 

“Walk with me.” He looked stunned, almost pulling back from you before catching up, walking beside you and still looking questioning. Walking for minutes on end, Langris didn’t know where you were going, but he didn’t mind, he would follow you anywhere. It was when you shivered lightly while the harsh wind blew between you, shaking the trees around you, making the leaves swish a blow in an airy sound, did Langris speak. 

“Maybe we should head back soon, it’s getting pretty cold.” He didn’t ask but he didn't pull you away either instead continuing to follow as you pulled him to a little inn. You walked in and straight to the desk lady asking for one room, pulling out your own money before Langris could think of reaching for his, he was annoyed with that and rolled his eyes averting himself from you for a bit before walking with you again when you handed the key. 

“What about Lefric?” 

“He’s with Finral and Finesse tonight.” 

“Yeah, but Finral’s is an idi- ahem! Finral is... Finral.” He settled, taking the key from your hands gently and pulling up next to your room, unlocking the door and letting you in. 

“Finral is very much capable of taking care of Lefric and if not he has Finesse! They’ll be fine, they always are, and if they aren’t, they know just how to get a hold of us.” You spoke, slipping off your thin coat and beginning to drop useless jewelry onto the side table. You stopped for a second turning to find Langris in the door staring at the room, analyzing every inch meticulously. “What?” 

“What are we doing here?” He looked back over to you, suddenly you noticed the way he gripped the key, his eyes falling down your figure while you took your time to answer. Slowly you walked from the bedside table and sat on the bed taking off your heels promptly, and sitting back in the bed looking at Langris with just as much yearning as he did you. 

“I think I’ve left you waiting long enough,” You unclipped your dress from your back and shrugged it down, bunching it at your hips halting as you looked back up at him. Watching his face fall, eyes widen and devouring every inch of naked skin they could scour, falling on your bare breast with a shuddering breath. “don’t you think?” 

The door was slammed shut, you almost feared he broke the door frame almost waiting for the door to just swing back open but it held. Langris was on you in a second and suddenly you found yourself on your back, hands pulling your dress down your legs hastily. He pulled back taking a shuddering breath as he looked at you, watching you slide your legs open waiting for him to do something, anything. Becoming a little bashful with his long stare, your legs began to droop, almost falling closed but he caught them. 

“Don’t cover yourself, Honey, it’s been so long.” His voice ending in a high whine as he slipped onto the bed, arms wrapping under your legs to set them on his lithe shoulders. Langris turned to look back up at me finding my eyes. 

“Can I touch you?” you didn’t hesitate. 

🔥 She got two little horns and they get me a little bit 🔥

"Did you...did you steal my shirt?"

You look down at yourself and you're pleased with what you see, his shift knotted above your bellybutton, a pair of cut-offs showing off your thick thighs. So why isn't he?

You frown, sticking your tongue out at him briefly. "I would say borrowed."

Jungkook clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck, a flush starting down his throat.

"Okay," he mumbles, and that's it. He retreats into his room like you aren't giving off all his favorite pheromone scents like musk and sweat and for some reason, hard plastic? You were able to target his lust triggers, that was what you'd been born for, after all.

You pout as you plop down on the couch in the apartment you share with your roommate and your newest mission: Jeon Jungkook.

He practically reeked of innocence, so pure and sweet it made your teeth ache, and you were dying to corrupt him.

Thing is, you're new to this - you'd only just turned 21, the age that you were able to starting practicing corruption, but for a baby succubus you thought your practice runs went pretty well.

Mark Lee still sent you an occasional sext after a year and all you'd done was wink and release some pheromones.

Just last week, in class, Jennie Kim had asked you to dinner and you hadn't even been trying, just absently smiling at her from across the room.

But you'd been working on Jungkook for months, moving into his apartment, and sure maybe you'd goofed by being a bit too eager and showing up before he'd actually posted the ad, but you'd played it off.

You'd shown up wearing ripped jeans and a hoodie that was only one size too small, showing the dip of your lower back when you turned to tour the apartment, and you would've sworn you could feel his eyes on you.

You'd even been careful not to come on too strong, and you'd been so tempted to leave the bathroom door ajar but your father, a respected incubi, had taught you the art of subtlety.

So what if you'd let him catch you dancing in your underwear in the kitchen that one time? Who doesn't slut drop while cooking ramen sometimes?

His blush and his strangled, "Sorry," when he'd bolted to his room had encouraged you, but still....nothing. Not even an accidental brushing of hands.

Today...you had a trick up your sleeve. Your father said such things are for amateurs, but you are an amateur, this is your first try with an actual innocent.

You walk to the kitchen and rattle the jar of pomegranate seeds. They glowed red and you smirk a little. Surely, he only needed a little push.

It's after dinner when he asks about them.

"What are those?" He asks, sitting impossibly far away from you at the head of the table.

You perk up, smiling. "My dad sent them. They're pomegranate seeds....from my hometown."

"Oh yeah?" He looks interested, and you inwardly squeal.

"You wanna try one?"

He gives you a sweet smile, and your heart melts a little.

"Aw, you only have a few. I wouldn't want to waste them. They remind you of home, yeah? That's important."

Your mouth is practically watering at how pure he is, but you hesitate when you grab the jar. There's this weird extra thump in your heart and you suddenly feel guilty for even thinking of tricking him.

"Jungkook...." You start, bringing the jar back to the table and sliding your chair up close to him.

He stiffens and you sigh.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"What would you say if I told you these seeds are special? An... aphrodisiac, of sorts."

Jungkook chokes on his water and it spills down his throat, pooling deliciously at the cup of his collarbone.

Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips unconsciously, and for the first time, you see him focus on your mouth.

"I-I...I'd say that's... interesting." He looks away, focusing on his hand tightening around his glass on the table.

"Would you like to try them with me?"

His eyes shoot to yours. "What... what do they do?"

You hum happily a little, finally sensing his pheromones rolling off him. "Well," you say bluntly, "they make you horny. And also a little drunk. Imagine a few beers when you haven't been able to get off in a week."

Jungkook hides his face with one big hand, but he's smiling when he peeks at you between his fingers, his face pink.

"Give me one."

You draw in an excited breath, heat already pooling at the crotch of your cut-offs.

You feel so much lighter now that you've told him, that this is a decision he's made on his own.

When you pop one in your mouth, you can't help dropping him a wink, and his breath catches in his throat.

You actually weren't sure how much of an affect they'd have on you, but you're willing to risk it for your chance at success.

You take one between your fingers and offer it to him, and when he opens his mouth instead of his palm your brain stutters a little.

Oh, boy. This was going to be so much fun.

You drop it on his tongue and he makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat.

"Oh. It's sweet," he says softly, looking up at you and your knees go so weak you have to sit down.

You both end up on the couch, a movie playing in the background, and after a half hour you aren't feeling much different, maybe a bit fuzzy around the edges.

"Y/n?" Jungkook says slowly, and you look over at him.

"Hmm?" His eyes are on your legs, which are curled up under you, and you stretch them out slow.

He makes that pleased sound in his throat again.

"I...I want to say things, but I don't want to offend you." It seems like it takes a real effort to look up at your face, but he does and you can't help the soft smile that spreads across your face.

You hope you get to find out if he tastes as sweet as he acts, and you pivot to face him, careful not to touch him with your legs or feet but stretching them on the couch, flexing your thighs.

"I was upset when I saw you in my shirt."

You frown a little, but then he reaches out to circle your ankle with his hand, gently.

"You're not wearing a bra," he breathes, eyes darting to your breasts and then back up to your face.

You shake your head, smirking a little. "I'm not. I didn't think you noticed."

"I've been thinking about your tits all day," he blurts.

Your mouth parts and you sit up straight, watching his face. "You think about me?"

"All the time," he admits, nodding eagerly.

You swing your feet to the floor and he whines a little at the loss of just the contact of his hand on your ankle.

When you kneel down between his legs, he groans long and low and maybe the seeds were affecting you more than you thought because your skin feels hot at the sound.

"Tell me what you think about," you whisper, and he shifts on the couch a bit, looking down at you with wide, glassy eyes.

"I think about how you taste." He swallows hard.

"My mouth?"

"Your mouth. Your tits. Your cunt," he breathes, and you can almost see how the hell seeds start to take full effect, how he's flushed now not from embarrassment but from lust.

"Tell me more." You command and he shifts again and you can see the hard line of him against his leg in his jeans.

"I want to taste you everywhere. Everywhere. I want to slide my cock between your tits. I touch myself every night thinking of you. I want....I want you to touch me. Y/n, will you please touch me?"

You inhale sharply, because that's the sign, that's the sign that it's time to take his innocence, make his soul yours, but something stops you, even with the buzz in your head and the tingle in your body from the seeds.

"If this is only from the seeds...." You start, and he leans up to look right in your eyes, all earnest.

"I always want you, Jagiya. Wanted you the first time I saw you." He says, softly, and your chest aches.

You stand on your knees to kiss him, then, softly, and he moans into your mouth, tongue meeting yours sloppily.

You pull away long enough to climb onto his lap and when you grind your hot core against his erection his face looks almost pained, mouth slack.

You've got your tits in his face but he's still looking up into your eyes, waiting for permission and you take his hands and bring them to your hips. He squeezes almost instantly.

"Oh. Oh. You're so soft."

His voice is so quiet, almost awed and you lean forward to press your breasts into his face and he moans and turns his head to search for your nipple with his mouth, wetting the fabric of the shirt you'd stolen from him with his tongue.

Then his hands go up under it instead, cupping your breasts, and he drags his thumbs along the peaks of your nipples.

You moan softly and his hips twitch beneath you at the sound.

"You're so big and hard, Kookie," you croon, and roll your hips against him.

"Mmm, only for you. Only you make me this hard," he says earnestly, looking up into your eyes again.

"Do you want to fuck me, Kookie?" You ask in a purr, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging at his hair, just a bit.

"Y/n...I want to fuck you so bad," he says breathlessly. "But..." He licks at his lips, searching your face.

You frown. "But what, baby?"

"I might not be very good. I'm... I feel...I feel hot, like I might come the moment you touch me."

He's gone all stiff on the couch, canting his hips away from yours.

You cover your mouth to hide a smile and lean down to murmur in his ear.

"That's okay. The seeds... they help your refractory period. If you want....we could fuck all night. Over and over again."

Jungkook bucks hard beneath you, hands clamping down on your hips, and you yelp in surprise.

"Fuck. Fuck," he whispers, looking "You're my dream girl, you know that?"

His big brown eyes are glassy and soft, and when he puts one hand on your cheek you turn your face into it.

You aren't sure what this new feeling is, this warmth in your chest and throat, how looking down at his face makes your heart skip.

You'd expected the dirty talk, after all, what else were the devil's pomegranates for? But it's peppered with such sweetness when he starts to babble, stuttering a little.

“I see your face every morning when I open my eyes, you know? You’re so sexy. So beautiful. When I saw you in my shirt this morning I thought my heart was going to burst. I’ve never done this, you know. Any of this. I’ve never gotten past second base but I want you so bad, Y/n. I want you to give me your body...want to give you mine. I’ve never felt this way. . I-I-I want...would you give me your heart, too, Y/n, if I asked?”

You make a surprised sound in the back of you throat at how your heart lurches at his words.

Your job was to take his soul, feed off his sexual desperation, to corrupt his innocence...but you’d never considered his heart. Or your own.

You deflect, not knowing what to do with the way you feel, and you climb off of him and he whines, reaching out to you.

You can’t help smiling, grabbing his hand to tug him up. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

Jungkook blinks slowly. “Yours or mine?” He asks, eagerly, and you laugh at how he bounces on his heels.

“Mine,” you call over your shoulder, but when you get to the edge of the couch he grabs you, spins you around and bends you over the couch arm, stepping to spread a thigh between your legs and then rocking his hips up into you, doubled over, long moans coming out of his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he groans. “I’m sorry but your ass in those shorts, Y/n...I need...” He ruts into you again and his hand is gentle on your lower back so you straighten up and raise your hand around his neck to tug his hair again.

Jungkook grunts and lets you slip out, watching you with desperate eyes.

“Patience, baby,” you croon, and plant a kiss on his lips before tugging at his hand again to lead him to your bedroom.

He stands patiently at the edge of the bed, all nervous energy, bouncing on his heels and you wiggle out of your shorts and he hitches in a long breath.

“Oh, god,” he says, almost mournfully, when you climb up on the bed.

You start to tug off his shirt and he shakes his head, making a grunt of protest.

“Leave it on, please,” he says politely.

He’s looking you up and down when he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees and he gives you a desperate look.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I-I-I don’t know where to start,” he admits. “I want to touch you everywhere. I want to do everything with you.”

You laugh again, and a big smile spreads across his face when you sit up, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

He lifts his arms to let you and when you spread your hands over the expanse of his skin, he’s so hot to the touch you’re a bit worried that the seed was too much for his body.

“You...you feeling okay, Kookie?”

“Hot,” he mumbles, watching your face as if it’s something precious. “I’m just a little hot.” 

You don’t like the panic that climbs up your throat, you know how to fix this, you’re a succubus, after all, your body was born to cure the effects, but his words keep repeating in your head, all the sweet things he’s said to you, even suffering from the effects of the world’s strongest aphrodisiac.

Could you do this? Could you do this, knowing what it might mean for him?

“Lie down for me, baby. I’m going to make it better, yeah?”

He nods and obeys, stretching out on the bed, and when you straddle his thighs and unbutton his jeans, he lets out a quiet whimper.

He’s sweating from the effects of the seed, his honeyed skin glistening. You wonder if he knows how good he looks, how much your succubus senses are screaming at you to ride him until he cries, how much you’re at war with your heart pounding against your breastplate.

“Wait,” he says, but he doesn’t make any move to stop you when you reach into his boxers to free his cock, standing hard and pretty against his stomach, curved up slightly, and damn if it isn’t as pretty as the rest of him.

“Wait, wait,” he chants. “I want to see you. Want to taste you,” he babbles, but when you circle him gently with your thumb and forefinger a groan rumbles from his chest and he throws his head back, covering his face with his forearm.

“In a minute, baby,” you mumble, distracted, trying to focus on helping him instead of the buzzing through your body, the want. 

You lie between his legs on your forearms and he spreads his thighs so obediently and you let out a little moan.

He moves his arm enough to peek down at you and his hips buck involuntarily. “Shit,” he pants. “Shit, are you gonna- oh, fuck-”

He cries out your name when you lick up the seam of his balls up the underside of his shaft, taking the head of his cock in your mouth.

You imagine his heart rate is skyrocketing, and you don’t waste time, ignoring how fuzzy your head is from the seed and his pheromones rolling over you in a wave.

You take him deeper, gagging a little when he bucks his hips, and he mumbles apologies between low moans.

“Oh, god, oh god, oh please-”

You use your hand in tandem with your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip and it’s only a moment before he’s crying out, over and over.

“Ah ah ah-”

He leans up, trembling all over, trying to cup your face in his hands but you shake your head and take him deeper, stroking his foreskin up and down, on a mission.

God, his come tastes so sweet, just the right amount of salt and musk and you keep moving your head until his cries have turned into faint whimpers before you pop off him.

His broad chest is heaving but when you curl up next to him and kiss his cheek, he’s cooler than before, and you sigh in relief.

You press your thighs together a bit when he turns his head to look at you, giving you a lazy smile. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, and you smile at him.

“Feel better?”

“I feel amazing. I feel...” he frowns a little. “You’re not leaving, are you? You can’t - I want to-” he struggles with his words, head spinning, and you sit up, crossing your legs under you.

You shake your head. “I’m not going anywhere. I need...I need to tell you something.”

You look him over and shake your head again to clear it, trying not to think about how wrecked he looks already, sweat gleaming on his muscled chest, cock still hard and leaking precum against his hard stomach.

He struggles as if he’s trying to sit up but you push him back down.

“Just...just let me show you something.” 

You tilt your head down into his view, parting your hair to show him the nubs of your horns, mottled red and black, shaved down before you left home for your mission.

He makes a little surprised noise, but otherwise, doesn’t react. “Are those...are those...”

“Horns,” you say miserably. “I’m a demon, Jungkook. A succubus, actually, and I was supposed to...I wanted to feed off you. I wanted to corrupt you.”

He’s quiet for a moment and you put your hair back into place, hide your face with your hands. You’re not sure why you’re telling him this, you know it’s against the rules, you know he’ll probably yell and kick you out, but you can’t do this, not without him knowing the risks.

“Oh. Oh.”

When you peek at him through your fingers, his lip is trembling.

“I’m sorry,” he says brokenly, and you frown, moving your hand from your face.

There are tears standing in his eyes.

“I’m not good enough, yeah? You don’t want me? You got stuck with me and-”

Tears are springing to your eyes and you shake your head violently, scrambling to straddle his lap and kiss him over and over, all over his face.

“No. No. You’re perfect. You’re so perfect. I just...I didn’t want to use you like that. I didn’t want to hurt you. If I feed from you, you might...you might get addicted to it, so I should just go and-”

He cups your cheek to caress your jaw with his thumb, eyes so big and wet and dark you could drown in them.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers. “Don’t you see? I already am.”

A sob hitches in your chest. “You’d...you’d want me anyway?”

“Of course I do. Of course I want you, Y/n. You want my soul? You can have it. It was half yours the moment you smiled at me,” he says fiercely, and leans his head up to kiss you.

You moan into his mouth. your body reacting after you’d been denying it so long, and you know once he sobers up he’ll probably kick you out of his house but so what? You’d failed, anyway.

You roll your hips against him and he’s hardening again already. He sighs against your mouth, a happy sound that makes your heart feel lighter.

“You can feed off me forever, Y/n, please, we can spend days in bed, please, please corrupt me,” he babbles when you pull away. 

You groan and roll your hips again, spreading your wetness against his cock and he hisses through his teeth.

“God, I bet your cunt feels like heaven even though you’re from hell, yeah? Please. Please.”

He puts his hands on your hips, lifting you up and canting his hips toward you, whining, and you bite your bottom lip, torn.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Jungkook-”

“I do. I do. I don’t care. I don’t care if it damns me forever, I want you. I-I-I love you, Y/n.”

Goddamnit, he’s so earnest and sweet and you can’t say no. You can’t deny him anything.

“Okay. Okay, baby.” 

You grip his cock at the base and slide down on him, clenching down immediately from hours of teasing him and yourself.

A strangled moan rips from his throat.

“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, this is...this is...” He clenches his jaw, hips bucking beneath you so hard that you have to brace your hands on his chest to keep from toppling over.

You lean down to kiss and bite at his throat and he whimpers, his hips rolling under you desperately.

“Can I...I need to...” He huffs out a breath in frustration when he can’t get the words out and you laugh a little.

“You wanna be on top, yeah, baby?” 

He nods eagerly and flips you over, kissing you so hard your lips feel bruised and then kissing anywhere he can reach, your collarbone, the swell of your breast, catching a nipple in his mouth and moaning against your skin.

Your breath is coming faster, and now it’s you who can’t stop moaning, finally having him where you want him, finally having him inside you, wrapped around him like a vice, after months, and you let yourself go.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, and he drops down to cradle your face in his hands, moving only his hips.

“You-you....you’re so hot, Jagiya. So hot and tight and wet.”

You feel almost satisfied for the first time in months, your stomach coiling with need.

You finally come when he kisses you again, biting at your lip and your vision goes blurry for a moment. 

He starts to move faster when he feels you clenching around him, whimpering, almost as if he’s in pain. “It’s better than I ever dreamed, you coming around my cock, Jagiya, you’re so perfect. My dream girl.”

He kisses up your throat as he pistons into you, moving his hands under your ass to get deeper. When he comes he bites down on your neck and you cry out.

When he pulls out almost immediately, you frown, whining at feeling empty.

But he slides down your body, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton, and you gasp.

"I want to know what we taste like together," he says simply when he settles between your legs, and you think maybe he's the addictive one, after all.

🔥🔥🔥

For weeks, you think he'll wake up one day and kick you out, tell you to go to hell where you belong, but he stays sweet as sugar no matter how gray his soul gets from your corruption.

He pouts so much when you try to go back to your own room that you end up moving your stuff into his, and he uses the extra room as a gym, having to work out constantly if you aren't home or he isn't busy so that he doesn't ache with want for you.

You keep thinking you'll get used to him waking you up by rutting into your lower back, his breath hot against the back of your neck, but every time, it's a pleasant surprise.

You work it out, despite all the obstacles, because he always kisses the tip of your horns before he leaves for class and he accepts all the darkest parts of you, lets you feed off him, indulges your every whim.