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The first moment you had laid eyes on Taehyung, the word that had come to mind was "beautiful." He was ethereal almost, eyes a beautiful glowing topaz that turned to ice when he shifted into his wolf, a stunning midnight furred beast. He was about 12 when you met, with you a few years older, but you remembered feeling so intimidated by that beauty, the way he looked at you, looked through you.

Despite the looks, it wasn't those that had you crushing hard; instead, it was the wide smile he gave when you were introduced, the genuine excitement jittering through his body as he asked for your name, what you liked to do for fun, had you shifted yet. He was practically beaming, vibrating out of his skin, and it was hard to not become instantly enamored with the future Alpha.

And while his kind heart shined through his every pore, there was also this calm confidence, this restrained swagger that only one of his status can manage. Earth magic users all gave a similar first impression - cool, composed, grounded - but Taehyung wasn’t your average earth user. It was as if you could see the essence of the other elements swirling in his veins, in his gaze; this untapped force. Your inner wolf recognized it from day one, that quiet dominance that flowed just under the surface, ready to bubble over at any moment. 

It fascinated you, this abundance of power. He fascinated you.

However to your disappointment, you didn't become close friends after that initial meeting. You continued to be around each other peripherally, his sweet smile always greeting you any time you ran into him throughout the compound, but that was the extent of your encounters. As a future elemental Alpha, he had a lot of responsibilities and training to attend to, always moving and busy, not having much time to socialize.

These things should quell a crush, make it easier for it to fade slowly away with the morning mist - but instead, it remains a burning ember deep in your heart, always waiting a gust of wind to blow it into full flames.

And now that you are both well into adulthood, getting ready for the next phase of pack life, you realize as you watch Taehyung finalize his training to become Alpha that maybe the elders hadn’t known what they were talking about after all. 

"Are you sure you're going to be able to do this?" Jungkook was staring at you with wide, curious eyes, fidgeting with his hands.

Scoffing, you turn towards him with a glare. "Yes, of course I'm going to be able to do this. What do you mean? This is my job, Kook."

"I know that. But this isn't just training another one of the pack pups - this is training the next elemental Alpha. This is training Taehyung."

Groaning, you pick up a pillow off your bed, tossing it perfectly to hit him square in the face. "Why do you say his name like that? It's not that big of a deal."

Spinning back around before he can respond, you take a cursory glance in your mirror, eyeing the training clothes you had chosen for today. While he was making it seem larger than it was, Jungkook was correct about one thing - training the future Alpha would be different than your other lessons, that's for sure. But it wasn't like you couldn't handle it.

Right?

Magic had come to you a bit later than expected compared to your packmates, but when it manifested, it did so in a massive way. The memories of your first shift were emblazoned in your mind; the way your spirit became whole the moment you had shed your skin to reveal russet fur and forest eyes, how your heart sang as you sped through the woods, cherishing every crunch of dirt between your paws and gust of wind on your ears. And the trail of flame that lit the ground in your wake, how the dried trees were engulfed in fire so bright that it rivaled the sun, had every pack member rushing outside to see what was happening to their compound.

Fire magic was laced within your bones, your blood, and you were the strongest user the pack had seen in decades.

The other fire users had taken you under their wing quickly, helping you harness and control the flame, learning how to turn it off and wield it at will. However, when it became clear that you were stronger - more powerful - than the others, you had taken the role as the lead fire user, training the new converts and even others from sister packs.

It wasn’t what you had seen for yourself, becoming a teacher, but the role came naturally and easily. Always good with people, trainees were comfortable working with you, willing to show their weaknesses in order to become better, and you were proud to see the product of your efforts when they’d leave your sessions as sharper fire magic users.

It was no big deal. Training is something you did every single day, with people from all walks of life, all ranks within the pack. When working with you, they were just a partner, a trainee. Training Taehyung would be the same, you figured.

Wouldn’t it?

"Y/N, let's be real. It's kind of a big deal." Jungkook stood up then, moving closer to clasp a large hand on your shoulder. "I'm not saying you can't handle it though. I know you can. You've kicked my ass more times than I'd care to admit, what's another Alpha at this point?"

Jungkook was a fellow Alpha, though he was not an elemental Alpha like Taehyung, and wasn’t expected to learn all four trades. It didn’t stop him from begging to train with you, however. He was a skilled air user, who didn’t have a single good reason for wanting to learn fire tricks other than the fact that he’s a perfectionist and wants to be good at everything. 

Grinning, you turned to him then, smacking his shoulder. "Exactly, it's nothing! Nothing I can't handle. Plus, he's fated to be the next pack elemental Alpha, it should be easy for him, right?"

Jungkook guffaws before full on belly laughing, his eyes crinkling as the high pitched giggle echoes around the room. "Sure babe, let's go with that."

You pout, face falling. "Okay, well now I'm kind of scared."

Turns out, you had a right to be.

When you walked out to the training field, Taehyung had been waiting for you, a big smile on his face as you came to greet him. Eyeing him once over, you noticed his clothing choice - a button down top that almost looked like pajamas, and big, breezy cotton pants.

"Taehyung, did you bring clothes to train in?"

Looking down at himself, he scans his form quickly before raising a brow. "I'm wearing them," he meets your eyes then, seeing your skepticism. "Well, I thought I was, anyway."

Giving him a soft smirk, you gesture towards your bag. "That's okay, I brought extras just in case. Go ahead and get changed and then we can get started."

Nodding, Taehyung immediately began undoing his clothes right in front of you, seemingly nonplussed by the prospect of you seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

Plopping the bag at his feet, you go towards the side of the field, pretending like you needed to check the practice dummies when in reality you needed to force oxygen to your brain and catch your breath.

Luckily, you were composed by the time he met you in the center of clearing.

"Okay, so for today, I just want to see where you're at. I know you mentioned fire being your least strong element, but I've seen you in wolf form and practicing around the compound with the others. You have good instincts, so I want to know if that translates."

Smirking, he nods, shoulders squaring back.

"Well then let's go, little dove."

As you expected, he did have some natural instincts that drove his movements. He made smart blocking choices, and even on occasion was able to strike effectively, leaving a small singed burn on the rounded top of your shoulder, much to your surprise.

However, he was relying too much on his other magics; using air, earth, and water to assist, to cover where he lacked with his flame. Which would be fine, if he was sparring with anyone but you. He also kept leveraging on his physical strength in hopes that it would give him an advantage, which you found an interesting approach - and one easily dominated with some strong bursts of flame.

It's how you're able to pin him not once, not twice - but three times in a row.

You were still panting, chest heaving as your hands encircled his wrists, nose pressed in the crook of his neck, exposing the soft pulse to your teeth. You had dropped all your magic, making sure that your touch wouldn’t burn, but you felt impossibly hot on top of him. He was growling lowly, more of a warning than anything, but it still made the hairs on your nape stand on end.

"You're better than I expected," he grits between clenched teeth, irritation lacing his voice. "Stronger, too."

Pulling away, you meet his eyes, which were glowing in their glacier blue. "You were underestimating me the entire spar, Tae. That's the first lesson - don't discount your opponent just because of what you think you know about them."

The annoyance is rolling off his form in waves, and instead of pushing further, you move to stand, reaching down to help him to his feet as well.

For a few moments, no words are exchanged, just heavy breaths in the air between you both.

"You're right. And I know you're right, and that's why I asked for help. But there's still a part of me that is furious that you were able to best me."

His admittance makes you keen, and a smirk pulls at your lips. "That's your cocky elemental Alpha wolf talking, and that's okay. I'm not here to train him."

Sauntering towards you, he stops when he's inches away, towering over your sweaty form. A gust of air washes over you, tousling your hair away from your face, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s using his magic, flexing his abilities. Something burns deep in his gaze, something dark, feral, and he licks his lips before speaking.

"Good. Because if you tried to train him, I think it would be you who would be taught a lesson after I pin you to the ground."

Before you can reply, he's turning to walk away, throwing you one last grin over his shoulder before he's out of sight.

The next several days of training go much like the first. Each day, you train with Taehyung, using different techniques and styles of magic, and each day you find ways that he can improve, techniques to tap into his magic better, more efficient. He's a quick learner, which makes it a bit less painful - after a few demonstrations, he's able to pick up the skill, echoing it back almost perfectly.  It gives you hope that he's willing and capable of changing and adapting, but it seems you're the only one.

Much like the first day, each time you're able to pin Taehyung, his wolf has to creep in to remind you just exactly who is in charge at the end of the day. You know it's part of your nature; that he can't help it, but it's also starting to affect you in more ways than one, your wolf always surging at each innuendo laced pass he sends your way.

It's to the point that you start to crave those moments when he loses control; start to press his buttons until it's inevitable that he'll snap and try to put you in your place. He seems to enjoy it as well, always loving the extra boost to his ego at being able to turn the tables on you, to prove exactly why he is the next pack Alpha.

It isn't until the middle of the next week that he breaks the routine.

"Do you think... we could hold off on magic and just talk today?"

You eye him quizzically, unsure of what the motivation would be, but ultimately not seeing any harm in granting the request. "Sure, Tae. What do you want to talk about?"

Moving to sit on the wooden bench at the edge of the field, he pats the space next to him until you join, watching him intently.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling extra pressured today and I know my mind isn't in it. And," he nudges you, grinning. "I know that when my mind isn't in it, it's almost guaranteed that you'll be handing my ass to me shortly after."

Laughing, you nudge back. "Okay, that's fair. But we can still count this as work - having a solid mental state is also important. Want to talk about what's bothering you?"

He clears his throat, glancing around. "It's not really any one thing, honestly. I just - there's so much riding on my shoulders, you know? So much everyone is expecting of me.”

Staying silent, you nod, gaze soft and dripping with empathy. You may not be able to relate to the pressure he feels, but you would be stupid to not realize how much lies on his shoulders.

Being a pack of elemental wolves - or Nyx Blessed, as the old text would say - already made your pack stand out, made them different. Only wolves touched with Nyx’s blessing are able to wield magic of the elements, use it as a form of connection to nature to honor it and protect it. Traditional wolf shifters were more common, and there were on average about five Moon Blessed packs to every elemental pack.

Being an Alpha was relatively rare and came with expectations. But being an elemental Alpha born and bred to be the next pack leader? The pressure would be astronomical. 

“Part of me knows that the pack would support me no matter what, wouldn’t push me to take over until I was ready,” he sighs, hand threading through his hair. “But they still treat me differently, like I’m some kind of savior. It messes with me sometimes. I’m just me. Taehyung. The same goofy earth magic wolf who was so excited to shift for the first time that he ran headfirst into a tree.” 

A giggle escapes you at the imagery, and he gives you a slight grin. “I just… I guess I wish I’d be seen more for who I am beneath the title, beneath the pressure. I wish people would know me.”

There’s something about his words that is causing your heart to squeeze painfully in your chest, your wolf crying out for the man beside you. Reaching over,  you place a hand over his own, squeezing it once.

“I can’t imagine the pressure you’re under, Tae. I know it’s a lot, even without having to master all the elements. But I see you - I see you for you. Not what you are to the pack, not what you can do for me.”

He meets your eyes, warm topaz shining at you with dazzling brilliancy. Breath catching, you swallow thickly, heat rising to your cheeks under the scrutiny. 

“You’re determined, headstrong, insanely intelligent. But you’re also funny, and kind, and willing to learn. You’re a great person, a great wolf. Alpha status or not, we’re lucky to have you.” 

He beams at you with a boxy grin, tension seemingly leaving his body as he reaches forward and suddenly pulls you to his chest, crushing you to him. 

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,”

“I- oof, you’re breaking my ribs - I doubt that.”

Releasing you, he laughs, mischief returning to his expression as he raises a brow. 

“Okay, how about this - it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“That’s… that’s probably accurate.”

You’re not sure when it changes, but it does, slowly at first. 

Taehyung starts scheduling more training dates, starts arriving earlier to help you set up. He asks to review tricks and techniques that he had aced weeks ago, stating that he just wanted a freshener course. 

Every session was dripping with his sly flirtations, with mutual playful banter that left you both giggly and thrilled, like you were on a rollercoaster climbing the hill, waiting for an adrenaline crash. 

And they all ended the same way - with you two walking back to the compound together, talking and laughing the whole way, walking as slow as you could to drag the time longer. Sometimes he’d invite you for a coffee after, and you’d oblige if your schedule was free, but the times when you had to turn him down he’d just give you a wistful smirk and grasp your chin with his hand.

 “Okay, little dove. I’ll see you next time.”

Then the dreams started.

Recurring dreams, always the same. You’re in the woods, surrounded by an audience of trees, not another soul in sight. The wolf itching to break free of the bonds, to run free. When you finally let her, finally shift, you take off at top speed, racing through the forest as if life depends on it. You run until your joints ache, the pads of your paws raw and torn, lungs bursting - and then you burst into a large clearing and see him, the other wolf.  The one you’ve been looking for. The one you’ve been running for, racing towards as if it was your anchor to this world. And once you’re close enough to nuzzle into his neck, scenting him, a sense of peace overcomes you right before you awaken. 

Some nights, you didn’t make it to the clearing and you woke with sweat beading at your brow, heart thudding in your chest. Other times, the dream goes on for just a moment more, just enough to feel a bond snap into place-

But you could never be sure who the other wolf was.

Of course, you had ideas. Hopes. Concerns that this could be the mating bond starting to form, even though a stressful event (which is the usual trigger) didn’t occur, not yet anyway. 

There’s something more, just beneath the surface. You feel it building deep in your core, even when in wolf form - like there is an invisible string, leading you down a path of destiny if only you can follow it to the end. A tether pulling you closer to an inevitable fate. You’re unsure what it is, where you’re being led, but there is a tiny voice inside your head that knows it has to do with Taehyung, and when you finally acknowledge it, your heart sings. 

However, with his elemental Alpha presentation only days away, there wasn’t enough time to dwell on whatever complicated web you had weaved. Instead, every ounce of energy was poured into making sure he was ready, would be able to wield the fire effortlessly as he consummated the ceremony to formally accept being the next pack leader. The last thing you needed to worry him about was the feeling you got every time he smiled at you, or the warmth in your chest when you thought of him, as if he were yours - as if he was your mate.

Mate.

“Hey, are you with me, Y/N?” Taehyung waves his hand in front of your face, concern furrowing his brow. “You seem distracted.”

With a practiced smile, you inhale deeply, pushing his shoulder teasingly. “The only thing I’m distracted by is how much sweat you are producing. Is that a quality that’s mandatory to being an Alpha?”

Taehyung snorts. “To be a good one, yes.”

The distractions get worse as it gets closer, and towards the end you both drop any pretense of actually training, instead mostly working on the movements of the ceremony itself as you watch, giving pointers when needed. 

It’s as he’s working with the element of water that you decide to goad him - and he decides to break. 

“That wave was pretty weak, it barely got the sand in the vase wet. You should probably hang it up, let them find someone else for the gig,” you taunt, fire dancing in your eyes.

Suddenly, Taehyung is no longer in center field, instead imposing over you with arms on either side of your form until you’re forced to lay back on the bench. Towering above you, you feel the growl before you hear it, low and menacing.

“Hmm, is that so, little dove? You don’t think I’m capable of making things wet?”

Voice trapped in your throat, any retort you possibly had dies as your wolf whines, turning your head to surrender to the force of the Alpha call.

He smirks devilishly, nosing along your exposed throat until he can nip at the lobe of your ear, making you gasp. “You want to see just how wet I can make you?”

You want nothing more than to give in, to give yourself to him, begging him to mark you and claim you as his own. Want nothing more than to see just what he and his wolf are capable of, what ruination they’d make of you.

Before you can speak, he’s moved away, a cheeky grin still plastered on his face at your flustered state. “So greedy. You’ll have to wait until after the ceremony for fun, hmm? Think you can do that for me?”

Speechless, you nod, and that seems to placate the wolf.

“Good girl.”

It’s the day of the ceremony, and no one can find Taehyung.

Festivities don’t begin until the evening, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t expectations of the time leading up to it, and yet he is nowhere to be seen. The moment you awaken - shaking off yet another dream - you can feel the tension in the air, the palpable thickness of fear and confusion that has ridden your pack.

You dress quickly, sprinting to the center of the compound to see what’s going on when you run into a wide eyed Jungkook.

“Kook? What’s going on, why is everyone-”

“They can’t find Taehyung,” he rushes, wringing his hands. “Jimin said he saw him last night, that they had a drink together before heading to bed, but then this morning he wasn’t in his room and no one has seen him around the compound.”

Anxiety tingles low in your belly, though you quickly shove it down. Taehyung was many things, but he was not the type to leave his pack when they needed him most. “I’m sure he’s fine, probably just wanted to clear his head before the ceremony, make sure he has his magic down.” 

Jungkook nods, letting out a relieved breath. “Yeah, that’s a good point. I bet that’s exactly it! I’ll go tell the guys,” he starts walking away, looking back once. 

“You should go find him! Help settle his mind.” He throws over his shoulder, before jogging back to the group of concerned pack members gathered.

Should you?

The thought crosses your mind that maybe he’s hoping you’ll show, maybe he needs you. You think back to that conversation all those weeks ago on that bench, the insecurities he shared, how open he was. How much he had just needed a friend. 

And then, you’re running.

Tearing through the compound until you’re deeper in the trees, bones itching as you prepare to shift, seamlessly continuing your pace once you’re in wolf form. A lingering picture comes to your mind, the place you might find him, and it only takes a moment for your nose to confirm the trail, to take off after him.

Kicking up the speed, you race towards the scent, a low buzzing now ringing in your head in time to the crunch of earth beneath your feet, almost like the bass of a drum, a crescendo of a melody building to something unknown. 

The final notes come from plucking the red string in your chest as the clearing comes to view, following the line to the large midnight furred wolf standing right where you had dreamed him, icy azure eyes already on your own, as if he knew you’d come. 

Taehyung.

It’s then the bond snaps into place, as you run towards your Alpha, skidding to a stop only once you can bury your nose into his nape, breathe him in. You feel a satisfied throaty growl rumble against you, the sound of contentment making your heart sing as his wolf pulls you closer, starts scenting you.

You aren’t sure how long you remain this way, your wolves tangled up in each other basking in the fresh scent of the newly mated, enjoying the feel of his large form pressed into the side of your own. You’d be content to remain here forever with him, enjoying the connection that you had been longing for, if it wasn’t for the ceremony-

Oh, shit! The ceremony!

With a longing gaze and a whine, you leave Taehyung to shift back to human form, prompting him to do the same. The string of fate had felt intense in wolf form, but feels more complete now that you’ve connected in both forms, two sides of a mated coin. 

“Taehyung,” your voice is soft, a whisper. “Are - are you okay?” 

It was a loaded question, you knew, but when his eyes sparkle and a wry grin pulls at his lips, you know the answer. 

“I just found my mate - my fated mate! And it’s you! The person I’ve been crushing on since I was twelve…” his cheeks redden, a hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. 

You feel your breath catch then, his words sinking in - that long? Did he know that he had been it for you, too? - before he speaks again, stepping into your inseam. 

“I’m more than okay. I’m so happy, little dove.” 

Large hands cup your face, his forehead leaning on yours. Despite how fast your heart was pounding, your soul felt at ease. Turning your face, you press your lips to his palm once before glancing back at him. “Me too, Tae.”

He shudders at the feel of your mouth on his skin, his gaze darkening before he’s pulling you flush against him, face burying into your neck. Electricity races down your spine as he noses at your throat, lips ghosting over the tender flesh, and the rush of desire that hits you is so powerful that it makes you dizzy.

“Wait, Tae-Taehyung,” you protest weakly, yelping when a point of his canine drags against your skin. “We should talk first. Why were you out here? Is it about the ceremony?” 

He pauses then, giving a final kiss at the base of your throat with a pouty groan before pulling away to meet your eyes once more. There was fire in them, blazing deep, but it was contained for now. 

“I just.. Remember that conversation we had before, that day of training?” 

“Of course.”

“I had a drink with Jimin last night before bed, and I know he was drunk but… he kept going on and on about how much he’ll miss me, how things won’t be the same after the ceremony, that I’ll be too busy for him.” He looks down then, bare feet dragging against an unknown assailant in the grass. “It broke my heart that he thought I would just abandon him like that. I’ll be the elemental pack Alpha, but I’ll still be me. It was like my greatest fear was staring me down, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I decided to go for a run since I couldn’t sleep.”

Reaching out, you grasp both his hands with your own, intertwining them. “Why here, of all places? Have you been here before?”

His face flushes, eyes widening as he gives a small smile. “No, actually. But I kept dreaming about it…”

It only takes a beat before his words sink in, an incredulous giggle escaping your lips before you can stop it. The dreams. He was having the exact same dreams. Infectious joy swells inside you until you feel like you could burst, instead yanking him closer to you, smoothing your hands over the wide planes of his chest as you grin up at him.  “I’ve been dreaming of you, too.” 

He beams down at you, lowering his forehead to yours once more. “I just had a feeling that if I came here, I could clear my head. I’d find the answers I was seeking… and then, like magic, you arrived. And suddenly everything made perfect sense.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both until you found your courage to say what you had been thinking for weeks.

“I promise I will always see you. I will see you as Taehyung, my mate before I see you as Taehyung, my Alpha,” you breathe. “And I also promise that I won’t allow anyone to forget you as you are.”

His eyes darken as you speak, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he raised a brow at you. The expression reminded you of before, of all those moments on the training field when you would push him to his limits, and anticipation tingles at your nerves. 

“Say it again,” 

“Say what again?”

He huffs then, impatience building. “The part about being my mate. Say it again,” he murmurs, voice impossibly low.

The fire is back in his eyes, and you can feel flames building in your core in return, heat burning through your bones. 

“I’m your mate, and you are mine.” 

A satisfied hum passes through his lips as he leans in, mouth dragging against your throat. “Good. And now it’s also time to make sure you see me as your Alpha, too.” 

Squeezing your thighs together, you let out a breathy chuckle. “What happened to waiting until after the ceremony, hmm?”

“That was before I knew you were my fated mate,” he muffles into your skin, refusing to part from you as his arms wrap around your waist. “Now be a good girl, come here.”

The moment your lips connect with Taehyung’s, any feeble protest you had is forgotten, your body responding immediately in kind. Your mouth slots against his, tongue seeking entrance, tasting you so deeply that you forget how to breathe. Lust pools low in your belly and you drape your arms around his neck, fingers finding purchase in the sandy hair at his nape, tugging.

He answers with a growl, one that has your own wolf keening, ravenous. It's impossible to have him closer and yet you try, clawing at his shoulders, pulling him until you can feel the rhythm of his heart beating against your own.

You’re unsure of when he ripped your shirt off or when he became bare chested himself, but you find yourself topless in his embrace, large hands skimming down the sides of your body while his lips move over yours, yanking your pants and panties to join the pile of discarded clothes. 

His continuing touch is feather light, as if he’s following the lines of your breasts, your hips to make sure you’re real. For all the dominant words, his hands feel teasing, hesitant, and your frustration builds. Pulling away from his mouth, you gasp for air. 

“Tae, I need you,” your voice is pitched, but the words ring with desire, your hunger known. 

He pauses then, eyes drinking you in while he catches his breath. You’re completely stripped before him now, and he can’t help but think you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 

“My mate is so gorgeous, so perfect. What do you need, little dove? Need your Alpha?” 

Nodding, you swallow thickly. “Yes, yes need my Alpha, need him to mark me.” 

That seems to break the spell he was under, and if he had been holding back before you were certain he wasn’t now - his shoulders rolling, gaze piercing as he stalks toward you until he’s close enough to wrap a hand around the base of your throat. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs, free hand grabbing at the flesh of your ass, guiding you backwards into the clearing.

He’s kissing you again, groaning against your pout with each swipe of his tongue, and you’re writhing against him, arousal making your nipples stiffen and your core clench. Fire smolders through every vein, and you fight to stifle your magic from lashing out, channeling it into your desire. You’re desperate to feel him inside you, to consummate the bond, and you move away to lick and nip at his neck, his collarbone. 

Taehyung doesn’t stop you, instead he sinks his hands into your hair, throws his head back as you trail down his form leaving red marks in your wake. Dropping to your knees, you palm his length, relishing in how hard he feels despite the obstacle of his pants - one you promptly free him from. 

His answering hiss when his cock was released had your mouth watering, pupils dilating at the sight. Just like everything else with Taehyung, his dick was perfect; long enough to hit the spots inside of you that would make you dizzy, and so thick that you know you’ll feel him for hours after he’s spilled inside of you. You rub your thighs together restlessly, a hand rising to squeeze gently at his base.

Peering up through your lashes, you give a tentative lick at his leaking tip, swirling your tongue around him slowly. His gaze was dark, ice blue barely visible anymore as he watched you intently, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Dropping your jaw, you plunge down his length a few inches before closing your lips around him, allowing him to slide deeper on the bed of your tongue. 

His hands tighten their grip in your hair as he moans, guiding you further. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” Clenching his jaw, he rolls his head back, the veins in his neck visible for a brief moment before he’s peering down at you with a predatory gaze.  “That dangerous little mouth of yours has many talents, hmm?” 

Smirking around his length, you slowly pull off of him with a lewd pop, pumping his cock with your fist. “You have no idea,” you murmur, before taking him back into your mouth, diving until his swollen head hit the back of your throat. 

Taehyung hisses, cursing under his breath as you begin to slide up and down his shaft faster, free hand rising to cup his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm. 

He was having a hard time controlling himself, his wolf at war with his own mind. The Alpha in him demanding that he flip you onto all fours and claim you; to fuck you ruthlessly until he was satiated and you were full of his seed - while his rational thought wanted to take his time with you, to savor the moment. 

His hips begin to thrust, meeting your mouth on the downstroke, and you muffle a moan at the delectable pressure, roughness edged with ecstasy. Cunt pulsing with neglect, you slide a hand between your thighs, dipping two fingers into your wetness before circling your clit fervently.

It’s then that the scent of your arousal hits him, the effect immediate - pupils dilated, Alpha fully engaged. With a growl he’s pulling you up and towards him, yanking your wrist so he could suck the slick off your fingers. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. I bet you’re so wet, waiting to take your mate.” 

A throaty moan is your only response as he latches his mouth to your neck, guiding you down to the ground with him towering over you. “Next time, I’m going to go slow, lick every single inch of you, devour you-” he pauses to inhale deeply, your aroma of desire mixed with the mating bond making his cock twitch against your core. “But right now, I need to be inside of you.” 

The chill of the soft grass on the bare skin of your back barely registers as Taehyung ruts against you, arms pushing your legs back to your ears, caging you and leaving you open to his mercy. His eyes are lust blown and feral as he teases you, entranced by the way his length was covered in your slick, the way you would mewl when the thick head pressed against your swollen clit. 

And then with a sinister smirk and a shift of his hips, he was sliding inside of you, taking your breath away. 

“Fuck,” you whine, nails digging into the soft earth beside you. “Taehyung, please-”

“You are so warm and tight, little dove. Fucking incredible,” he hisses before picking up the pace, giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion. The stretch is unforgiving and exquisite; the painful pressure bleeding into pleasure, causing the band in your belly to grow taunt. Looking up at him with heavy lids, you see the ravenous need mirrored in his gaze, in the low growl tearing through his throat. 

“I need you to come for me,” he grunts, a large palm sliding down your body until it reaches your engorged bundle of nerves. Rolling it between his finger and thumb, he pauses briefly to lean down and spit, his cool salvia mixing with your arousal and lubricating his efforts further. Squealing, your back arches against his onslaught, but he’s relentless, his thrusts striking deep while his hand continues. 

“I need to knot you, need to mark you as mine - but not until you come for your Alpha.” 

As if your body was made to be commanded by him, your vision goes white as the band in your gut snaps, walls colvusing and squeezing his length as you're thrown into your orgasm. He fucks you through the high, fingers still encircling your clit, milking every last moan and mewl of his name from your lips. Dropping his face to yours, he presses chaste kisses on your mouth between murmuring words of praise. 

“Such a good little dove. My perfect little mate.” With one last lingering swipe of his tongue against yours, he pulls away, grasping for your waist. “You’re going to take my knot so good, aren’t you?”  His voice is impossibly low, raspy as he whispered filth against the heated skin of your neck. “Just can’t wait for me to fill this little pussy up with my come, can you?” 

Before you can fathom a response, strong arms are flipping you onto all fours, a palm sliding from your tailbone up your back until your chest is pressed to the ground, ass up and bared before him. He groans at the sight, hands grasping and pulling at the globes of flesh appreciatively

“T-Tae, yes,” you cry, writhing against him in anticipation, clenching around nothing when you feel him line himself up against your center. “Need you to fill me up, need my Alpha to claim me, please.”

“Fuck,” he moans, leaning over your body, slowly burying himself inside of you. “I know you do, baby.”  Once he’s fully seated, he rolls his hips against you, using a free hand to grasp your jaw, tilting you back towards his mouth. “You’re mine.” 

He slides out briefly only to impale himself inside you again, his thrusts harsh and picking up their canter. He’s practically folded over your body, ramming within your tender walls ruthlessly, his tongue sliding out to entangle with yours. Heat builds rapidly in your core, another orgasm approaching faster than ever before, and you try to warn him with a broken moan of his name.

“That’s it, come for me again,” he husks, nipping at your bottom lip. “Want to feel you soak me.” 

Stars dance in your vision as he assaults the tender spot of your dripping cunt, his bruising pace and vulgar words throwing you over the edge. The short duration between your peaks has increased the intensity, and your moans turn into high pitched unintelligible sobs as you drench the tops of your thighs with your release, Taehyung cursing lowly as you pulse against him. 

“Good girl,” he grunts lowly, before sinking his fingers into the hair at your nape, pulling your head back until the lean line of your throat is exposed. “My turn.” 

And then he’s sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, formally marking you as his mate. 

As the mark takes hold, your inner wolf sings, the blistering burn fading into a fervent pulse, linking you to your Alpha. It’s like all the planets have aligned, the string of fate a glowing ruby between you and the man at your neck, and a wave of peace washes over you, despite the fact that Taehyung was still pumping into you; laving at the newly minted mate mark with a skilled tongue. 

A sudden pressure at your entrance has you snapping back to the present, a whimper passing your lips. “Shh, you can do this, baby. You were made for me,” he praises, his knot slipping inside you as he edges near his orgasm. His mouth is soothing on your neck as his cock fills you, hips staccato against your quivering core as he finally spills inside of you with a howl, painting your walls with his seed. 

The pleasurable ache of his knot is practically pulsing inside of you as he murmurs your name over and over, pressing small kisses on your mark, your cheeks, your lips. Gently, he maneuvers you both into a spooning position on the ground, adjusting behind you before pulling you flush against him, nose buried in the crook of your neck. 

“Are you okay, little dove?”

“Mmhmm,” 

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“You were perfect. Are perfect,” you hum, eyes drooping as you get lost in the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I mean, except for the fact that we just consummated the bond in a clearing, on the ground.”

You feel him smile against your skin. “Hey, I used my earth magic to soften it first. I’m a gentleman.”

 “Tae.”

“Yes?”

“I can’t believe you’re mine.”

He chuckles then, his breath tickling the wisps on your nape. “Are you kidding? I mean, have you seen yourself? Strongest fire elemental wolf in the pack, smart, funny, beautiful. And you get saddled with the likes of me?”

Giggling, you wish you could turn to face him, instead settling for reaching for the strong line of his jaw and pulling him to your mouth. “Someone’s gotta keep the Alpha in line.” you purr, eyes flashing. 

His smirk darkens as he presses against your lips, growling. “Did someone not learn her lesson? Do I need to pin you again?” 

“Mm, maybe so. After the ceremony, maybe I’ll show you a few moves.”

Miraculously, you and Taehyung somehow make it back right before the ceremony was about to begin, only a little worse for the wear. You expected an onslaught of questions, of curious stares and annoyed remarks on the whereabouts and delays of their elemental Alpha, and yet everyone stared at you knowingly, small smiles on their faces. 

It’s only once Taehyung presses a kiss to your forehead before bounding into the clearing and the Elder begins the ceremony that you slide next to Jungkook, side eyeing him silently. 

He’s trying and failing to hide a grin, smugness all over his face, and after a few moments you can’t stand it. 

Elbowing him, you whisper harshly. “What’s that look for, you dingus?”

Stifling a chuckle, he leans down, eyes never leaving the Alpha performing the early steps of the ceremony before him. “Oh nothing, just the whole pack hearing Taehyung’s howl as he marked and claimed you as his mate. How are you feeling, by the way? Rumor has it he’s packing.”

It only takes you half a second to call your flame to your fingers and press them against Jungkook’s arm, his responding cry worth the glares from the Elders. The sound calls Taehyung’s attention too; his body now in position in front of the line of each elemental representation, ready to begin - but his eyes burning deep into your own. 

The surge of love that floods the bond has you smiling widely, two fingers rising to press against your lips as you return the call with unspoken declarations that you knew he’d hear all the same.  I see you. I love you too, my mate. My Alpha. 

Without looking away, you respond to Jungkook just as Taehyung sets the giant pyre of wood ablaze, flame towers licking up to the midnight sky. 

“I’m feeling glad that some dreams come true.”

The biggest struggle of dating Taehyung was that no guide, tutorial, or advice blog post could’ve prepared you for what it was going to be like to be in a relationship with him. I almost wished there were some sort of ‘how to’ on dating a grim reaper because no matter how much dating experience I had, being with him was like being in my first relationship again.

It was a little unconventional, sure. Date nights were always iffy since, apparently, reapers don’t need sleep and therefore are technically scheduled around the clock. Boy, there was nothing like us setting up a nice, stay-at-home dinner date when he’d suddenly kiss my cheek and disappear into thin air, only to come back a few minutes later and announce he’d taken another soul. I’ll be honest, it was a slight mood killer. 

But aside from his job description, Tae was a kind person. He didn’t seem to know exactly how to deal with human emotions, as his kind were strictly prohibited from having human-reaper relations and never had the opportunity to learn from us. But just because he didn’t know what emotions were, doesn’t mean he didn’t feel them. He was a sensitive guy, too.

I remembered the first time he cried. We were watching Marley & Me and I cried at the end like any other sane human being. Tae didn’t cry at all, in fact, knowing I was sad made him sad enough to tear up, even more so when he couldn’t get me to stop. That memory was one of my favorites purely because it was too wholesome to forget: a grim reaper crying because a girl was sad that a dog died in a movie. 

But like every other person in the world, not ever emotion was positive. 

Being much older than I, Taehyung didn’t really have moments where he got angry to the point of exploding in a fit. There wasn’t a situation where he ever passed that threshold, at least, not in front of me. The feelings Tae couldn’t quite grasp were hurt and jealousy. 

From his own words, he never loved anyone before me, and something I knew better than anyone was that jealousy and love were very closely intertwined. 

The first year we dated, I tried explaining to him what jealousy was, that even I felt it too in an attempt to teach him that he didn’t need to act on it. It was safe to say that it didn’t really work.

Over four and a half into our relationship together and Taehyung still chose to disappear whenever we got into a small petty argument that involved him taking something out of context and then not wanting to talk about it like the century old being that he was. 

In our most recent example, my best friend, Sam, called and told me that she was expecting her first baby. We cried a little and then spent the rest of the conversation talking about whose eyes they would have or which parent they would most resemble. Tae and I never talked about kids nor a future together, we just lived in every moment the two of us were given, so indulging on a new topic with Sam gave me the image of tiny Tae-Taes waddling across the wooden floor, matching their father’s bright, boxy grin as they giggled. 

I made one comment - one! I told her how I’d love to have mini-Taehyungs running about the place and that I was so excited to meet her little Sam. Somehow, he took that and ran with it.

He didn’t bother letting me speak, pulling the usual disappearing act he always resorted to when he was upset and didn’t want to properly face his feelings in the moment. I thought it would pass like all the rest, but something changed. 

Hours passed and he never came to check in on me. Days flew by and I hadn’t heard from him. I wanted for him to come by, swallowing my pride and shouting at the empty air in hopes he was listening, to no avail. Nothing worked. 

After two weeks of being ignored and left without so much as a trace, I decided to do what any normal girl would do to seek out her boyfriend’s attention.

I needed to kill myself. 

I didn’t want to die, by any means. Tae knew how close I’d come to death a few too many times, but if I was going to get his attention back on me, I needed to attempt something stupid. Not only did it have to be stupid, it also had to be believable. I needed to convince him that I was going to die and hope he’d rescue me just in time.

I knew it wasn’t a good plan to start off with but it was the only thing I could come up with to get him to focus on me. The only reason I even thought of such a stupid idea was because I knew he’d never let me actually die. He saved me once and I was willing to bet he’d save me again and this time my life was actually on the line.

All that being said, I’ll regurgitate that it wasn’t the brightest idea I’d ever had. 

What if he’d decided to have someone else cover me? What if the one time he decided he didn’t want to see me again, he passed the job on to someone else and they just let it go?

I shivered with that thought fresh in my mind. To say I was scared was a gross understatement, the thought of all the ways this could go bad were enough to paralyze me with fear. There was only one reason I stood there in our master bathroom with a bath full of water and a toaster in my hands, already plugged in and ready for me to drop it in.

If I wanted him to talk to me, I had to force him to keep me out of harm’s way.

Nervousness nagged at the back of my mind, heart beating a million miles a minute against my ribcage, forcing me to take a deep inhale of fresh air, even if it was only to calm my nerves for a few seconds. A few seconds was enough to release my grip and pray that Tae would be there to rescue me.

With a last shake of my head, I thought up a quick “I love you” to the universe as if the universe would deliver my message to my friends and family if things didn’t go as planned. And with that, I dropped the small appliance.

The moment it slipped from my fingers, I clenched my eyes tight and waited for the shock to ripple through my body in powerful waves, but nothing came. In fact, time itself seemed to slow down as a large clanging against the wall forced my eyes open, right as a tall, dark figure wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me out of the tub to press me against the wall adjacent. 

Taehyung stood there, fuming in anger as his gaze bored into mine, hands gripping tightly to me and keeping me pressed against the wall, though I’m not sure if he was holding onto me to keep me steady or if he was preparing to murder me where I stood. To be fair, if it wasn’t for his hold on me, I would’ve slipped against the tile floor that puddled with the water leaking from the bottom half of my jeans. I added a mental note to myself that next time I do something like that again, I should prepare for it to actually work and actually wear a pair of shorts or something. But another problem for another time.

The sheer force in which Taehyung’s eyes glared into mine would normally have made me cower. But knowing I had to do something that stupid just to get him to talk to me again filled me with a burning anger that I didn’t know I had within me. With that newfound anger, I pushed back against his chest, my hands rebounding off his chest without moving him in the slightest. He dropped his hold on me and I stepped forward, my foot catching a slippery tile and making me bang my back against the wall roughly. A sharp pain shot through my back and Tae softened for a  moment, reaching out again to steady me before I finally exploded.

“No. Don’t touch me! I don’t even know where to begin right now!” I defiantly shoved his hands away from my body and crossed my arms over my chest once I balanced out a bit. 

“You? You?! The fuck did I do?” He argued, waving his hands in the air as if his gestures were defence enough for his stupid inhuman reactions.

“Oh, so you’re going to play stupid now, is that it? Really?” I barked, taking a step forward and poking a finger right against his tight chest. “I don’t know. How about the fact that you just walked out on me and never came back? What happened to having a normal fucking conversation like an adult?” He received a poke to his clothed peck with every word to emphasize what he’d done wrong.

Annoyed with me prodding at him in frustration, he grabbed my wrist at my last poke, holding my arm away from him and resumed the glaring. “You’re making this about me now? Are you going to completely ignore the fact that you almost just fried yourself? What the fuck were you thinking?!” He raised his voice, something he didn’t do often, and I naturally shied away from the loudness of his voice to keep my ears from ringing.

“Well I wouldn't have needed to do that had you come back to talk! Of course I tried to get your attention. I love you, you fucking moron,” I grunted, voice cracking at the end as tears instantly sprang to my eyes. Willing them away, I stood my ground and met Tae’s heated gaze with an unwavering one of my own. I wasn’t the one in the wrong. 

“We did talk. Yeah I left, but I did that after I said things weren’t going to work out between us.”

He wasn’t wrong. He did technically say that but it was spoken like a passive statement made in anger, a second before he disappeared to wherever the fuck he went to whenever he was upset with me. So I was just supposed to accept that was it after four and a half years and no idea what broke the two of us. Fuck that, he meant too much to me.

“I don’t understand why you keep saying that. I made one comment - one! - about kids to Sam and now you’re dead-set on not being with me? Why are you so angry about that?” My words came out in a pained whisper as I pleaded with him. I just wanted a response back, to know what was hurting him so I could try and fix it. 

His eyes shifted from mine repetitively, searching my face for something before he mumbled out, “Because I can’t give that to you.”

I froze, all but my heart coming to a halt as I processed his words. He couldn’t give that to me… Kids?

I couldn’t help the frown that framed my lips as his face morphed into one of discomfort, grimacing at himself. A pang of guilt smacked me right in the chest as his face fell. All of it began to make sense and I wasn’t sure if I made things better or worse by doing what I did.

“Tae…” I started, mouth agape as I tried to form some sort of response but I couldn’t think of one at that moment.

He straightened himself out and all visible evidence of his emotional expression was wiped clean off his features. “I can’t give you kids,” he repeated clearly, seemingly more for himself than for me.

Pride swelled up in me and I reached out to wrap my arms around his midsection to hug him close.

“Baby,” I cooed, a fresh wave of tears threatening to soak into his soft cotton shirt as I smothered my face against him, taking in his scent and his warmth. He returned the embrace, tightly hugging me back with his nose buried atop my head.

“You’re not mad at me,” he mumbled thoughtfully.

I shook my head against him, squeezing him that much tighter to reassure him. “I figured it wasn’t biologically possible, but there are plenty of ways for couples to have kids when they otherwise can’t themselves.”

I imagined his brows furrowing as he turned his head, resting the side of his plump cheek on top of my hair. “I don’t understand.”

Pulling back, I tilted my head to look him in the eyes and smiled supportively. Our kids don’t have to look like either of us to be ‘little Taehyungs’ or little ‘Y/Ns’.” I leaned back further and pressed my chin against the center of his chest, humming as he readjusted his embrace around me. “I’ll see you in the way they smile or laugh, all those little idiosyncrasies they pick up from you that make them you kids.”

Tae blinked with a blank expression on his face, staring me down without so much as a response to follow up. The longer he went without responding, the stronger my heart pounded in my chest. 

We never had any serious talks like that before because everything about our relationship was too complicated. Marriage and families weren’t even on our mind, at least not on mine until Sam was getting her own, and suddenly I realized how I’d love to have a family with Taehyung, no matter how unconventional. But there’s a chance that could’ve just been me. Maybe it was too early to be talking about that so Tae didn’t really have an opinion since he couldn’t have kids. Maybe he was trying not to hurt my feelings? God, I broke him.

I cleared my throat and opening my mouth to talk when he cut me off. “So you’re not mad that I…. you’re okay with it?”

“Of course I’m okay with it. Sure, I’m a teenie but sad they probably won’t have your boxy grin or your cute little nose freckle, but our kids would be cute regardless.” The anxiety I had towards his response was no longer a thought in my mind as I suddenly grinned, punctuating my statement with a kiss on his chin, which he playfully returned. But he didn’t stop there. Strong hands gripped the back of my thighs and urged me to jump, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he pushed us up against the wall once more, chaste kisses littered across the length of my face. Each peck tickled, giggles pouring past my lips as I scrunched my nose up and took all the comfort he gave. Lips trailed down my neck before he buried his face in the crook of my collarbone, happily sighing against ym skin with a happy hum.

The smile on my lips pinched at my cheeks, making my face ache with the strength of my happiness alone. I never knew he’d have such a human response to something like kids. It made my heart flutter to know that’s where his heart and mind were, that he wasn’t actually mad at me.

With determination, he pushed us off of the bathroom wall and opened the door to our shared bedroom, carrying me to the bed where he motioned to put me down.

“Babe, my pants are still wet,” I reminded him, to which he nodded and set me down a foot or so away to stand in front of him.

“Well, we’re going to solve that,” he quipped, reaching down between us to fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans while I grinned up at him. It wasn’t what I had in mind when planning this out but I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

He had a few issues with the clasping mechanics of my pants, a regular issue he was faced with, and grunted in irritation. I giggled, brushing back the long strands of hair behind his ear before a loud ripping sound pulled my attention.

“Baby! These are my favorite jeans!” I screeched at Taehyung, lips pouting as I admired the fresh rip down the center of the jeans that paralleled the zipper. You know, the zipper he could’ve just undone.

Lips pressed to my forehead as a chuckle rippled through his chest. “Not anymore, they’re not.” He meant it to tease but I still glared at him, not finding it in me to laugh at the expense of my favorite pair of jeans. “Sorry, I’ll buy you new ones,” he offered in a light-hearted tone, making me roll my eyes and return the kiss to his chin.

Lean fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans, tugging them down my hips until they passed the curve of my ass. But the material from the thigh down was still sopping wet and made it even more entertaining to watch him struggle to slide the denim down my legs, coaxing another giggle from me.

“Fuck, why is this so difficult?” Tae let out a soft groan, giving up on his quest of removing the wet article and instead closing the distance between us, lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss.

“What about my pants? Not going to rip them all the way?” I wriggled my eyebrows and laughed when he rolled his eyes back.

“Pants or no pants, I’m still fucking you into the mattress.” His voice dripped with heat, his tone comparing to sex itself, sensual and deep, which made the words shoot straight down to my core.

As promised, he stalked towards me until the back of my knees pressed up against the edge of the bed. He didn’t miss a beat, cupping my face with his large palms and pulling me into a deep kiss that took away what little breath I had after his sexy statement. His tongue skimmed over the seam of my mouth, canines digging into the flesh of my bottom lip as he gave me that final push back onto the bed, lowering me down with a steady hold on my back until I was flush against the mattress with him hovering above me. Mouths lavished over one another, pulling the other into each other as far as our bodies would let us until the lack of oxygen forced me to pull away for a moment.

I wasted no time in pulling the white shirt from his black dress slacks, untucking his usual orderly work clothes so I could dip my hand under the smooth material to feel his bare warmth against my fingers. Each little divot and bulge across his stomach only added to the arousal gathering between my legs, allowing my fingers to explore the clothed spaced with the image of him naked on my mind.

The thought of that alone drove me mad, thighs instinctively rubbing together to relieve some of the pent up pressure. But doing so only reminded me of the pants I still had clinging to the lower part of my legs, the tight and uncomfortable sticky feeling causing a slight bubble of irritation to well up within me.

“Bab-” I started, cut off by Tae’s lips roughly soothing over mine with a kiss deeper than the one before it. It was his mission to explore my mouth, delving deep inside to slide his tongue along mine in a dance for passion, not power. There was no struggle in the kiss, which was different - a good different that made my heart beat just a little bit harder for him.

“Sh, ignore the pants,” Taehyung whispered against my lips and I had to force down the eyeroll that almost surfaced at such a dismissive response.

As I was about to protest further, Tae parted from the kiss and pushed himself from the bed, kneeling down on the floor and pushing my legs up until they tucked up to my chest to expose my clothed core for his eyes to feast on. The tip of his tongue swiped across his lips before he dove down, pushing my panties out of the way to dip a finger shallowly into my sopping heat. I moaned softly, holding onto my ruined jeans with one hand and sneaking the other around to his head, intertwining my fingers in his soft, chestnut locks.

Without warning, Tae pushed his finger in to the knuckle and lowered his head to hungrily lap at my clip over my already soaked underwear, ripping a moan forcefully from my throat. He moaned in return, any noise that left my mouth only adding to his determination to work me up and get me as wet as inhumanly possible. He sped up his pace, curling the tip of his finger to stroke the pad of his fingertip along the rough patch at the top, the spot that made my mind go blank and left me a mumbling mess for him to please. He always knew how to hit the right place, each and every time together was spent as a new learning experience for him to map out and worship my body as I did his.

A few pumps later, Tae placed a sloppy, wet kiss along the inside of my thigh before adding a finger to the one already thrusting into my cunt at a moderate pace. The stretch burned despite how slender his fingers were, always filling me up nicely. Brushing against a particular spot deep within me, I was left gasping for air, tugging the strands at the top of his head as I attempted to buck my hips against his hand to meet each of his thrusts, my sopping pussy tembling around his fingers.

“Fuck, baby. You always take me so fucking well,” he praised, leaving a few stray kisses along my thigh to accompany the faster pace he’d set, working his fingers into me as if he could do it all fucking night long.

“Mmh, Tae,” I groaned, abandoning the grip on my legs to ground myself against the duvet underneath.

“What, baby? What do you want?” Rougher kisses were pressed into the length of my thigh and along my wet mound, tongue practically dancing everywhere but my clit to tease me.

“Tae-Tae, I want you in me. Please.”

Despite the urgency in my request, Tae peeked around my legs with a softened look, eyes kind as his body smile outshines the gloss of arousal painting his lips and chin.

“Yeah? Where do you want me, baby? Here?” He asked with a slide of his fingers across my g-spot, causing my thighs to quake as I fought off the softest hint of an orgasm. I nodded and begged him for his cock while he rubbed the remainder of my slick from his face and onto his sleeve, towering over me once again as he climbed up the bed once again, having stripped himself of his clothes. The heat returned to his gaze as he devoured my body with his eyes, not needed for me to be naked in order to let his imagination run wild. 

Leaving a soft kiss against my lips, he pushed back to sit on his knees and lifted my legs up until my feet rested against the top of his shoulder. The position we were in gave him the perfect view of my ruined panties, his eyes lit up with a heat unlike anything I’d ever seen from him before as he traced the material with his fingertip. 

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” He asked, fighting the blush that creeped up his neck and into his ears as he stayed locked onto my clothed pussy. 

His words made me giddy, the thought of him fucking me and getting me pregnant with his child adding fuel to our very passionate fire. “Please, I want your baby, Tae,” I whined. He dragged his cockhead against my clothed core, earning a grunt from us both. With a push of my panties to the side and a gentle rock of his hips against my own, the entirety of his cock slid into me, walls protested the stretch his thick girth gave despite the prep, drawing a synchronized moan from us. 

“Oh fuck, babe,” I groaned, fisting the sheets beneath me as his grip aropund my legs tightened. He stilled when the last inch of his cock sank into me, the tremble in his breath telling me he felt the tightness in this position too. Without warning, he dragged his hips back, exposing everything but the tip of his cock before he quickly thrusted back in. 

He continued his languid pace while pressing open kisses to my foot just beneath the hem of the jeans, nails raking against the flesh of my thigh before his eyes flickered down to me. 

I gasped when he adjusted the angle of his hips and targeted my g-spot without miss, setting a punishing pace with his hips as he suddenly drove his cock into me roughly. I moaned out, teeth capturing my bottom lip to contain the sounds his actions were tearing from my throat. 

With a grunt, Tae switched our positions, lowering himself down until his shoulders nestled in the hollow of my knees, face ducking down to pull my lips into a kiss as he resumed his powerful thrusts into my aching pussy.

The new position had every part of my body humming in happiness, the surface of my flesh tingling with each thrust he gave until my eyes shut. Our lips danced together, tongues stealing tastes of one another as the little sounds we made were muted by the other. I fisted a hand in his sweaty hair, using the brunette strands to ground me against his assault against my hips. I tried to meet his thrusts, but the awkward position left me lying there, unable to move, as I took his cock as he gave it. 

I tightened around him, loving the way I felt every ridge of his thick length as it disappeared from my cunt and pushed back inside to hit me in all the right places. After so many thrusts against that spot deep within me, a pressure built up in my lower stomach that burned, growing in size with each pump of his cock until I whined, needing pressure on my clit to push me over that final edge.

Knowing exactly what I wanted, he snuck a hand between us and used the slick on my thighs to wet his thumb before swiping rigorously against my sensitive clit. I mewled in pleasure at the contact, throwing my head back and parting our lips as loud whines and moans leaked from my mouth. It was almost too much, the combination of his hand and his cock throwing me over the edge faster than I could ever get myself off, pushing me over that ledge and into my orgasm. 

I mumbled incoherently as my spasming cunt only drove Taehyung to ride out into his own orgasm, continuing his brutal pace until his cock twitched and stilled inside me, filling me to the brim with his seed.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, taking the time to catch our breaths and return to reality. My body protested him pulling his limp cock from my oversensitive hole, making me grimace. When he pulled back and released my legs from his grip, I groaned at the stiffness in my legs from being in that position for a while, but completely forgot about that as goosebumps fluttered over my skin and brought my attention back down to the soaked jeans I still had on my body. 

Taehyung noticed my shivering and gave a small laugh, deciding to help me out and finally rip each of the legs until the material wasn’t too tight to remove. Sticking to the stripping, I took off my top and unclasped my bra, flinging both across the room to deal with later as Tae stood at the edge of our bed, between my legs. His eyes locked onto the cum dripping from my pussy and he couldn’t contain a grin as he reached forward and swiped a drop up onto his finger to push it back inside of me. 

“Well, at least we’ll know for sure,” Tae murmured to himself. 

“Hm?” I hummed, reaching out with grabby hands for him to come join me on the bed, which he did with a soft smile and a peck to the nose.

“How dare he. You’re the oldest son. You should have God’s favor,” you whispered into Cain’s ear.

As a high order demon, you were tasked with creating calamities for the stupid creatures that God loved oh so very much. What better way to ensure mankind would be doomed than introducing murder. Even better, the murder of ones own brother. Yes, your plan was ingenious.

“You need to gut him. Gut him like you would the animals you eat. God would have no choice but to cherish you instead,” you continued.

You started to feel the hatred swell within Cain. He sprang to his feet and grabbed his hunting knife. He marched out to the field where his brother was and struck him down. You watched all this transpire with a grin of satisfaction painted across your face.

“Oh no. It appears I’m too late,” you heard a disappointed voice behind you.

Whipping around quickly, you turn to see a defeated looking angel. He was quite handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and lips that formed the perfect pout. You despised him the moment you laid eyes on him. Of course, he’s in a corporeal vessel. His true form would be too much for any mortal to see, and they would combust on the spot. Your corporeal vessel was that of a woman. You figured it would make swindling humans easier later on.

“Who the hell are you?” you snarled.

“Me? Oh, I’m the angel Seokjin. I was sent by the higher ups to oversee the progression of mankind. I was told to make sure they weren’t led astray,” the angel rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Interesting. I was sent by my higher ups to make sure that mankind would be led astray,” you muse, “It seems that we have quite the conflict of interests.”

“It would appear so,” the angel had his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well Jin--”

“That’s not my name. It’s Seokjin--”

“I don’t care. That’s too long.”

“Too long? It’s two syllables!”

“Who has that kind of time, Jin? Not me. Anywho, my work here is done. Since this place is under both of our jurisdictions, maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” you gave the angel a wink before vanishing from the scene.

That was your first of many encounters with the angel Seokjin.

                                                        200 CE

The crowd roared with fervor as the gladiators fought to the death. You were one of the happy spectators watching a man get pummeled to death with the butt of a sword. As the man’s skull was caving in, you heard someone sigh beside you.

“There’s no need to be that cruel. He should cut off the poor fellow’s head and just end it already,” you heard a man say.

“That wouldn’t please this crowd at all. They’re all here because they want to see a spectacle. Chopping someone’s head off at the beginning of the fight would be sooo boring,” you turn to the disgruntled man, “I mean, you gotta pay to watch so--oh my god it’s you.”

The angel beside you was just as radiant as on the first day you met him. Even dressed in Roman apparel, you could tell there was something otherworldly about him. The angel returned the same shock as his eyes grew wide when they landed on you.

“You! You’re the one who started the downfall of man!” he accused.

“Well actually it was the snake that tempted Eve. I wish I could take credit for that. What have you been up to? Jin right?” you greet him as if he were an old friend, slinging your arm around him.

“Wrong. My name is Seokjin. I’ve been overseeing mankind. As I was instructed to,” Seokjin answered while trying to wiggle out of your grasp, “But it seems like no matter what I do, humans always resort to violence. You must be very good at your job.”

“They’re all shitbags like that. It makes my job so easy! I don’t even have to lift a finger,” you brag.

“There are some humans who have nothing but love and compassion for other living creatures--”

“Gross,” you interject.

“--so my faith in humanity is not lost. I think I’ve begun to realize why Father is so fond of them,” Seokjin rations.

“What’s your reasoning?” you inquire.

“Humans like to resort to violence quite often, like you said. But they also like to love and cherish those important to them. I think the free will that they have makes them remarkable,” Seokjin is lost in his own thoughts.

“An angel who has his own opinions? Dangerous territory buddy,” you laugh.

“Oh? Why is that dangerous?” Seokjin’s face contorted in confusion.

“Nevermind. Forget what I said. See ya around, Jin,” you’re about to disappear before Jin called out to you.

“Wait! You know my name, but I don’t know yours. That hasn’t been sitting well with me for the past couple centuries,” Seokjin shyly confessed.

“Aw, you’ve been thinking of me for centuries? What a sweetheart. I’m ___, Mother of Murder, Enslaver of Mankind, and Tamer of Dragons,” you bow.

“Tamer of Dragons? I’ve never seen one,” Seokjin tilted his head.

“Probably because they’re not real and I was messing with you. The other titles are real though. I’m kind of a bigshot downstairs. That’s why they keep me up here. See ya around, angel,” you vanish out of sight.

“___. She doesn’t really seem like the demons I’ve been told about,” Seokjin pondered.

You had a couple more run ins with the angel Seokjin, but unfortunately they were all in passing. The two of you would catch a fleeting glimpse of the other before one of you would vanish. Your time on Earth was starting to bore you. Up until you decided to wreck some havoc.

                                                       1350 CE

The black plague, also known as the Black Death, was sweeping across Europe. It had already taken millions of lives, and still had more to go. This catastrophic pandemic was beyond devastating. And you couldn’t be happier. Cart after cart rolled through towns and villages, each one filled with the bodies of the deceased or nearly deceased. The screams of those in agony was music to your ears. You skipped cheerfully along the streets. You couldn’t be more pleased with yourself. After all, the Black Death was your brainchild.

“___!” you stop in your tracks.

“Jin? Jin! How lovely to see you,” you greet him with a warm smile. You started to grow fond of him through the years. His curiosity and sincerity always amused you.

“It’s Seokjin, not Jin. I’m honestly quite worried,” Seokjin sighed.

“About? The humans?” you peer up at him.

“Yes. This plague has gotten out of hand. Sure, humans get sick and die all the time. They’re frightfully delicate. But this? Millions upon millions dead? This must be the work of some...some sort of demon!” Seokjin exclaims before calming himself, “I apologize for my outburst. This whole situation is just too worrisome.”

“You’re right. You must be a sleuth or something,” you say nonchalantly.

“What? Right about what?” Seokjin’s eyes widen.

“This IS the work of a demon. Me! This is all my doing! Pretty impressive no?” the horrified look on Seokjin’s face encouraged you to continue, “So get this. I was bored outta my mind one day, right? Then I started thinking about all the organisms on this planet. From tall to small. Then I realized that bugs are completely on the bottom of the food chain. Very unfair, wouldn’t you say?”

“I suppose so, but God intended--”

“Sure sure whatever. I took it upon myself to give bugs a little advantage. Specifically, fleas. I experimented for a bit then settled on giving some of them the ability to infect their prey! Truth be told, I had no idea that the rats they sucked on would become feral. I just thought they’d get sick and die a horrible death or something. Who would’ve thought they’d go around biting humans? Am I the best or am I the best?” you wiggled your eyebrows at Seokjin, who was still staring at you with horror.

“You caused all of this, ___? And it was all an accident?” Seokjin was trying to process what you told him.

“Yeah basically. All because I wanted to make the playing field a little more fair for fleas,” you nodded.

“That’s funny,” Seokjin said curtly.

“Oh yeah? What amuses you so, my angel?” you ask playfully.

“You wanted to help fleas. Fleas. Some would say it was an act of compassion,” Seokjin grins.

“What? No! No, I was just bored. I thought it would be something I could occupy myself with. Don’t look too deep into it, Jin,” you turn away, in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks.

“Sure sure. Whatever you say, ___. At least you’re probably getting high praises in Hell,” he pats your head fondly.

“Shut up, angel,” you say before vanishing. You couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer. Compassion? From you? No way in Heaven. And what was that? Jin patting your head like you’re some sort of friends? Even though he was growing on you like a tumor, you hadn’t considered him a friend before. Well. Maybe you had. You just didn’t want to admit it. Life can get pretty lonely on Earth for an immortal being. At least you guys have that in common.

In an attempt to befriend Seokjin, you searched for him. Up until now, it has always been him sneaking up on you. You found him in a small village that had just about been completely wiped out by the Black Death.

“Hey angel,” you pipe up, causing him to jump.

“Ah! ___! Hello, you scared me. What can I do for you?” Seokjin smiled, his cheeks bunching up like fresh bread.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat? We can sneak into the nearest Royal family’s kitchen and find something good?” you ask, looking at the ground.

“Eat? We don’t have to do that though,” the angel’s signature confused face took hold.

“Yes I know that. But we’re on Earth now and until the end of time. Or until we get called back. Might as well indulge in Earthly pleasures right?” you try to reason. Your pride would be hurt if he declined.

“Indulge? Isn’t that sinful?” Seokjin said apprehensively.

“I didn’t realize a loaf of bread was sinful. I’ll be right back, just gotta drag yeast into Hell,” you mock. To your surprise, Seokjin laughed. As corny as it is, his laugh sounded like a mixture of bells and a choir of angels. It was truly euphoric.

“To be quite honest, food is one of my favorite things on Earth. I’m fond of desserts in particular. Hearing you suggest eating made me reconsider if it’s a sin or not. But you’re right. A bite of food won’t hurt anyone!” Seokjin concluded gleefully.

That was the start to the tradition of eating together after every encounter.

                                                        1943 CE

Although technically mortal enemies, you both enjoyed the companionship now and again. Hearing about each other’s lives never got boring. Seokjin himself was somewhat of an enigma to you. He was childlike in the sense that he was curious about everything, and loved learning about new things. He was also simultaneously serious about everything. Any time he tried to make a joke, it was always lost on you. You soon learned to fake a laugh for him because...because you kind of liked the way his eyes lit up when he was pleased with himself. He always found you entertaining. He admired your confidence. You were the epitome of devious, but even so, Seokjin believed that there was some good in you. You in turn believed there must be some bad in him. At least enough that allowed him to continuously hangout with a demon.

You sat alone in a German cafe, gazing out the window on a gloomy day. You listened intently to the conversation behind you. Nazi soldiers were discussing the satisfying feeling that accompanied terrorizing those who didn’t belong in Hitler’s utopia. You scoffed as you bit into your streusel coffee cake.

“Mind if I sit here?” a familiar voice asked.

“Jin, my darling angel friend, of course you can sit there. I wouldn’t dare let anyone else sit with me,” you smile mischievously.

“It’s Seokjin. Not Jin. Why must we go over this every time?” Seokjin sighed.

“I think the nickname puts us on friendlier terms,” you devour what’s left of your cake, “Oh sorry, did you want some of that?”

“Should an angel and a demon be on friendly terms? And no thank you. Actually, I brought you a little surprise,” Seokjin makes a small decadent box appear from thin air, “These are your favorites, if I recall correctly.”

Your eyes grew wide as you received the box, “Is this…? JIN!!! I haven’t had these in ages!” you cheer gleefully as you open the top.

A familiar sight of perfectly baked macarons laid gracefully within. All your favorite flavors were there: coffee, chocolate, lemon, and other delectable flavors. You breathe in the sweet scent of the goods before choosing your first target. You sway happily as you take the first bite.

“Gift giving is definitely something that friends do,” you say with your mouth still full, “Would you like some?” you offer the other half of the coffee macaron.

“Then I suppose we are friends, ___. I’m happy I ran into you. There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” Jin takes the other half of the macaron, “World War I was atrocious enough. But now all of this World War II business is even more despicable. I was wondering if you had an idea about when this will end. It has been breaking my heart to see all of this horror unfold.”

“So the macarons were a peace offering for information?” your eyes narrowed, chocolate macaron in hand.

“I was in the little French village that made your favorites and thought it would be nice to bring you some. Talking about World War II was actually an afterthought,” Seokjin said. That made you chuckle. Jin was being honest; he’s incapable of lying. If he ever tried, it would never work on you because he was god awful at it.

“I’ll believe you for now, angel. To be honest, the humans did this themselves. I was sightseeing in Mongolia when Germany invaded Poland. I knew that Hitler guy was no good-- I specialize in that-- but he’s damn near as evil as a certified demon. I can’t take credit for any of this. I like creating chaos. It’s what I do. But I find this highly organized genocide distasteful,” you admit.

“A demon finding genocide distasteful? Amusing. See? There must be some goodness left in you. I guess you don’t know when this will end then?” Seokjin asks.

“Not a clue. And don’t you ever say that I have goodness. That’s bullshit. I’m the baddest of the bad. Don’t forget that,” you sneer.

“There’s no need to get hostile, my friend. I should get going. I’ve been trying to help the victims in any way that I can. Needless to say, it has been very busy for the past few years. This was a nice little break. It’s always a pleasure to see you,” Seokjin smiles and bows respectfully before disappearing out of sight.

“The pleasure is all mine, my darling angel,” you say quietly to the empty space before you.  

                                                     Present Day

“That girl over there looks rather ravishing, doesn’t she? It’s a shame that she’s here instead of your girlfriend. Unless…,” you pour thoughts of infidelity in a random guy’s mind.

You sensed that he was nervous the entire night, and after observing him for a bit, you finally realized why. This man was out clubbing with his friends in celebration of someone’s birthday. His girlfriend isn’t one for going out (or having any sort of fun, from what you can gather in his mind) and he’s been eyeing this one gal the entire night. He was on the fence about whether or not to make a move. Luckily for him, you were in the vicinity that night. The alcohol pumping through his veins made him even more susceptible to your persuasions. You only spoke those few words to him before he made his way over to the girl, who immediately proceeded to grind on him.

“Infidelity huh?” a familiar voice said.

“It’s the easiest sin for men to commit. Women are too tempting for those who can’t control their lust. And by that, I mean probably 99% of all male humans,” you shrug, “It’s my duty to lead humans astray, remember?”

“Of course, how could I forget?,” Seokjin chuckled, “It’s amusing to me that the one who caused the Black Death is now sitting in a dingy nightclub telling intoxicated men to cheat on their significant other.”

“Would you rather me tell him to murder her? Would that please you, Jin?” you raise an eyebrow threateningly.

“Oh dear heavens, no. Please don’t do that. But if you were to do that, I can always intervene and protect the poor girl. And please. It’s Seokjin, not Jin,” the angel pouted. You loved his pout, it made his supple lips look even more delectable. Wait. What are you thinking?  

The two of you sat in a booth inside the dimly lit nightclub. After ordering multiple rounds of drinks, Seokjin finally felt loose enough to strike up a conversation. You had been too lost in your thoughts regarding how you felt about your angelic companion to talk.

“How have you been, ___?” Seokjin asked.

“Same as ever. Chillin out, traveling, creating mischief wherever I go. My favorite thing to do nowadays is to fuck up cell phone receptions in really popular areas. The animosity goes through the roof!” you explain.

“Sounds...exciting,” Seokjin takes another sip.

“What about you, angel cakes?” you gaze at him fondly.

“My flower shop has been coming along beautifully! I mean, I want to keep all of the flowers for myself but I guess part of running a business is selling your goods. You should come by and see it. I even have some nightshade. I thought of you when I acquired it,” Seokjin smiled.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush. I’ll come and visit your shop soon,” you finish your drink, “It kinda sucks though,”

“The drink? We can order another--”

“Not that. I’m living the best life I could possibly ask for. The world is literally my playground. But I’m kinda bored. I’ve plunged from the Mother of Murder to inciting infidelity just for the drama. I feel like I’m burnt out,” you pout, sinking into the booth.

“Maybe finding a hobby could help? I like plants, so now I collect and sometimes sell them. What do you like? Come to think of it, I don’t think I really know much about you at all,” Seokjin realizes.

“I’m hurt. We’ve been friends for what? About 6000 years?” you dramatically grasped your chest.

“Friends? You consider me a friend?”

“Are we not?” you retorted.

“I suppose we are. What an unlikely friendship. And one that our bosses will never know about,” Seokjin grins, “Can I ask you something? As a friend?”

“Sure thing. Jin, my best friend in the whole wide world, what do you want?” you bat your eyes at him.

“How did you fall from Grace?”

Hearing the question sobered you up immediately. You never thought Jin would care about you enough to ask such a personal inquiry. It’s akin to asking someone ‘hey, what’s the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you?’ out of the blue. You were staring at your empty cup when Jin spoke up.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. I’ve just been so curious--”

“It’s fine. I was just shocked that you wanted to know me on a more personal level,” you laugh nervously.

“Why wouldn’t I? We’re friends,” Seokjin said seriously.

You take a deep breath before answering, “I was curious. Just like you. I didn’t understand why God was so obsessed with the stupid little humans. They were so vile, so vulgar. Even if they knew right from wrong, they sometimes willingly chose what was wrong. I was confounded. Apparently asking questions is the same as undermining His authority. They thought I was going to grow my own free will. An angel who can think for themselves is a threat. And so, down I went. It was a pretty long fall actually. The landing was pretty unpleasant,” you try to lighten up the story.

“I’m sorry, ___,” Jin took a hold of your hands, “At least you still have the wings of an angel.”

“Yeah but they’re all black and tattered now. Yours are still beautiful and pristine.”

“I think your wings are beautiful too,” Seokjin said softly. You realized he was still holding your hands. You slowly retreat from his grasp. You don’t know how to handle the praise coming from the angel.

“Thanks, my darling angel. Anyway. This place is getting kinda boring. You wanna get dessert?” you suggest.

“You know me so well!” Seokjin agreed.

You found yourselves in a nearby gelato shop. You treat yourself to a coffee gelato, while Jin got chocolate gelato. The pair of you opt to sit outside and soak in the city life.

“I thought you didn’t like chocolate? I remember you turning your nose up to the best chocolate I’ve had in my life when we were in Switzerland,” you noticed his chocolate gelato.

“I like the chocolate flavor, but I don’t like chocolate,” Jin said casually, “I love strawberries, but I don’t like strawberry flavored things.”

“You’re so strange,” you let out a laugh. Jin laughed with you, his stoic image started to fade away. Afterward, you both sat comfortably in silence. Being in each other’s company was satisfying. It helped ease the loneliness that you refused to admit you had. Pondering your loneliness alongside your friend had your thoughts drifting to an interesting concept.

“Do you remember that time we decided to indulge in Earthly pleasures for the first time all those years ago? That decision was probably the best I’ve ever made. I love food,” you break the silence.

“I do remember that. I think I’m obliged to say that doing the Lord’s work was the best decision I’ve ever made. But I guess I didn’t really have a choice,” his voice trailed off, “Besides that, eating food with you was probably my best decision too,” Jin smiled, revealing his bread cheeks.

“What if we indulge in a different Earthly pleasure tonight?” you suggest calmly, licking at your gelato.

“Other than food? What do you mean?” Seokjin’s eyes widened with curiosity.

“Haven’t you wondered why lust is such a strong motivating factor for humans?”

“I believe they reproduce for the survival of their species--”

“That’s not what I mean, you silly little angel. I’ve heard from several succubi that they really enjoy sex and--”

“Lust is a sin, ___. It’s literally one of the seven deadly sins,” Seokjin interrupted sternly.

“I said that humans are driven by lust. If we hypothetically partake in this, it would be for research reasons only. Wouldn’t you be of better service to mankind if you could understand them better?” you reason.

Frankly, you don’t give a damn about mankind. Never have and never will. The thought of getting intimate with the angel Seokjin has sparked an excitement in you that you hadn’t felt in ages. Persuasion is your forte, and you’re sure as hell gonna do your best to win him over. Seokjin was silent as he pondered over your proposal. His face was unreadable.

“I’ll admit I have been curious about it. I don’t understand why humans crave it so much,” Seokjin admitted. A smile slowly formed on your face.

“Does that mean you’ll indulge with me? Just as you did when we ate together all those moons ago?” you take his hands in yours.

“Fine, ___. I’ll indulge with you. But purely for research purposes,” Seokjin said firmly.

This city had been your dwelling place for the past couple of years so you had your own place. You giddily led the angel to your apartment. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. Seduction wasn’t part of your job, so you never partook in such activities. It was mischief alone that was your specialty.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, you instructed Jin to wait outside for a couple of minutes while you tidied up the place. With a snap of your fingers, your humble abode was free of any trash and not a speck of dust was to be found. After wondering about what would help set “the mood”, you decided on lighting candles. You figured the dim lighting would help create a sensual atmosphere. The final touch was slipping into promiscuous black lingerie. You had a complete set: stockings, garter, corset, and a bra. You twirled in front of a mirror and was satisfied with the look. You felt like the epitome of a seductress. You made your way to the front door and swung it open, striking a seductive pose. You nearly burst out into a fit of laughter when you saw Jin’s eyes wide with shock and mouth agape.

“You...you look...nice,” Jin stuttered.

“Come on in, my darling angel,” you waved a single finger at him.

Seokjin timidly stepped inside. You took his hand and led him to your bedroom; the walkway was lined with candles. You closed the bedroom door behind Jin as you heard him gulp nervously.

“You scared, Jin?” you teased. Jin couldn’t make eye contact with you. You could barely see his faint blush in the dim lighting.

“No. Maybe a bit nervous. I thought we would just get down to it,” Jin let out an annoyed sigh before finally making eye contact, “And it’s Seokjin. Not Jin.”

“Go straight to fucking? Without foreplay? Aw you really are such a little angel, aren’t you? You sweet sweet vanilla baby boy,” with each word you crept closer to him, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck. He smelled like a mixture of warm honey and wildflowers. His scent was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist any longer as you planted a gentle kiss on his neck, causing him to groan lightly.

“Oh? You like that?” you whispered sweetly.

“I never realized our corporeal bodies were so sensitive,” Jin replied quietly.

“You’re still so tense, angel,” you observed as you massaged his broad shoulders, “I can help you unwind. Part of the fun of sex is indulging in the pleasure, so I’ve heard,” you say as you guide Jin to the bed.

“Let’s make some things clear,” you say as you straddle Jin, “Firstly, you can touch me. I don’t wanna be doing all the work. Secondly, don’t be afraid to act on any urges. I can assure you I can handle whatever you wanna do. Lastly, do you trust me?” you ask. Jin blinked blankly.

“Generally, I’m pretty sure a demon is never to be trusted. But since it’s you, I guess I’ll make an exception. I trust you, ___,” Jin said sincerely.

“I’m touched,” you smile, “Now take off your shirt and pants,” you demand, climbing off of him. Jin complied. Left in only his underwear, he sat on the bed awaiting your next instructions. You soaked in the sight of him. He was fit; his physique had your mouth watering.

“Perfect,” you say, seductively crawling back on top of him.

You lock eyes as you straddle his hips. You lean in slowly, eyes wandering to his plush lips. Jin does the same, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Your lips met gently. After relishing the tender moment, you kiss him more intensely. To your surprise, Jin met you with the same intensity. His hands started to wander as well. Starting with a firm grip on your ass, his hands traveled slowly up to your breasts.

“I don’t think I can fully appreciate you with all this on,” Jin breathed heavily after he broke from the kiss.

“What a cheeky angel. Be patient, love,” you notice a change in Jin’s eyes. There was an intense gaze of lust pouring from his dark brown eyes. It turned you on.

You laid him down and whispered, “Now the fun can begin.”

A blindfold manifested out of thin air and into your hand. Jin looked at the object curiously. He didn’t protest when you wrapped it over his eyes. You smiled at the fact that he truly did trust you.

You kissed him again. You couldn’t get enough of his velvety soft lips. You dared to slip your tongue in his mouth delicately. Seokjin pulled you closer to him as he reciprocated with more aggression. His boldness caused you to let out a small moan.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Seokjin stopped immediately after he heard you. His genuine concern caused you to chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me, sweet boy. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you say before going back for another kiss.

You reluctantly pull away from Jin’s sweet lips, gently placing wet kisses down his neck and along his chest. You kitten lick one of his nipples as you pinch and twist the other. Jin seemed to enjoy this as his breathing became uneven and he let out tiny moans.

You travel further down to position yourself between his thighs. His erection was obstructed by his underwear. You tug it off, allowing it to free itself. The length was impressive, and his girth was just as satisfying.

You slowly started pumping your hand along his shaft. As soon as you held him, Jin shuddered. You were amused by how sensitive he was. You gave his tip a few kitten licks as you hand was still slowly dragging along his cock. This caused Jin to shift underneath you, and his soft moans were getting louder. You stopped teasing him as you took his entire length in your mouth. Being a divine being gave you small perks such as not having a gag reflex. You sloppily bobbed your head up and down his cock, listening to his sweet groans of pleasure. Hands soon grip your hair, and now Jin was guiding your rhythm.

“Ahh ___... I think I’m gonna...my body feels weird,” Jin muttered between groans.

Without warning, Jin released his load into your mouth. You were surprised by the sudden outburst and pulled away too late. What didn’t land in your mouth splattered all over your chest.

“Huh. So angels can ejaculate. Wild,” you say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “You don’t taste half bad, angel. But you did get my lingerie messy,” you tsked.

“I think I’m starting to understand why humans enjoy this so much. Sorry about your clothes, I guess you have to take them off now,” Jin proposed.

“I suppose you’re right,” you chuckle. With a snap of your fingers, the lingerie magically vanishes.

“I wanna feel what you felt,” you whined.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.

“What else would you do?” you teased.

“You could sit on my face and I can reciprocate the oral sex,” Jin offered.

His straightforward way of talking never ceased to amaze you. It was no surprise that he would talk this way even in the bedroom. You grinned as you positioned your thighs on each side of his head.

“You sure about this?” you ask.

“Sit on my face, ___,” Jin said impatiently.

You slowly lowered yourself onto Jin’s face. You carefully made sure you that the lips lined up. You rested your intimate part gently on Jin’s lips. You shuddered with delight as he licked a long gentle strip along your pussy. Jin began to explore you with his tongue.

“You’re still too far away,” he grunts as he places his hands on your hips and roughly pulls you closely to him.

His nose was buried in your pussy at this point. He darted his tongue in and out of you, causing you to gasp. He brought his hand around to play with a nub located above your opening. Somehow, he figured out that this little nub was extremely sensitive, as you nearly doubled over when he applied pressure on it. You could faintly hear a low chuckle under you as the pressure on your clit increased. Jin’s thumb ferociously played with your clit as his tongue flicked inside you. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder and more drawn out.

“Jin! Fuck that feels amazing. Don’t stop. My body is starting to feel weird too,” you cry out.

Soon enough, a wave of euphoria coursed throughout your body as you released your juices all over his face. You fell beside him, chest heaving.

“How was that?” Jin asked, licking around his mouth, “You don’t taste too bad yourself, Mother of Murder.”

“You flatter me, angel. You didn’t correct me when I said Jin!” you observed, taking off his blindfold.

“I actually thought it was pleasant. Hearing you moan out my nickname like that spurred me on for some reason,” Jin sighed.

“Oh so you like when I moan out your name? You’re such a naughty angel,” you jokingly admonish, “We still haven’t gotten to the finale yet.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.

“Yes, my darling angel. I want you to fuck me now,” you say curtly, “How do you want to take my virginity?” you bat your eyes innocently at him, spreading your legs out.

“Like this would be fine. I think I’d enjoy seeing your face,” Jin leaned down for a passionate kiss, complete with tasteful tongue usage.  

Breaking the kiss, he aligned himself with your entrance. He gazed at you tenderly before you nodded at him, signaling for him to proceed. He slowly slipped inside, and you relished every inch of him. The new sensation of the stretch was a bit painful at first, but it soon was replaced with a foreign bliss. You let out a low moan when he finally bottomed out. Eyes fixated on each other, Jin wordlessly began to thrust in and out of you. The bliss was enjoyable, but you craved more. Jin was going too slowly for your taste (even though it was an impressive pace already by human standards).

“Faster. Harder. Fuck me harder, Jin,” you pleaded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Jin complied, now thrusting with more force at a faster rate. Jin was having a hard time controlling himself, as his grunts started to mix with your moans. You clawed at his back, leaving red streaks across it. Jin suddenly hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper. You let out a high pitched squeal at the sudden switch up. You began to feel a familiar tingle in your lower region.

“Jin, I’m close,” you panted.

“Me too, my darling demon. Let’s finish together, shall we?” Jin replied, sweat dripping from his brow.

It only took a couple more thrusts before you both reached your limits. You felt Jin’s hot cum fill you up as he let out a final groan. You could barely hear him over your own lewd cry as your orgasm hit you hard. As your juices mixed, Jin collapsed on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tenderly against your chest. You laid together in silence for a while with synchronized breathing before Jin broke the silence.

“Do you think I’ll fall from Grace now? I indulged in the sin of lust. I don’t think the guys upstairs will understand that it was for research purposes,” Jin sounded worried.

“Do you regret it?” you asked quietly.

“Oddly enough, no. It was fun. I’m just worried because I’ve been an angel since the beginning of time. I don’t know how I’ll be anything else,” Jin admitted.

“Have your superiors ever checked up on you since they plopped you onto Earth?”

“Only once, close to the beginning. I never realized that they never check up on me. Does this mean they won’t find out?” Jin’s voice started to pick up.

“I won’t tell your superiors if you don’t tell mine! Although, I don’t think mine would care that much,” you laugh, hugging Jin closer to you.

“Deal. Wow, I really just made a deal with a devil huh?” Jin laughed at his own joke. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kiss him on the forehead.

“You know...we don’t have to part ways just yet. Stay the night. Let’s snuggle together and pretend we’re humans in love,” you whisper to him.

“Sure, I’ll stay the night. You don’t have to be human to know what love is, you know?” Jin crept up to kiss you gently.

“Shut up, angel. No more mushy talk. Just cuddle me and so I can fall asleep faster,” you snapped.

You switch positions so that you could nuzzle yourself into Jin’s chest. You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace, in each other’s arms and wings. You’ve never felt more at peace than this moment, in which you and Jin were entangled in each other’s wings. Neither of you noticed it, but your wings got a little lighter that night. Neither of your noticed, but Jin’s wings got a little darker that night.

Namjoon had wanted to tell you, he really did. There was just never the right time. He agonized over it for the entirety of your relationship, and now, five years later with marriage on his mind, he has to admit to you that he was born a warlock.

He knew that you hated magic; you made that very clear on your first date. Your mutual best friend set you two up, who knew what Namjoon was and knew how you felt.

“I think you two could hit it off, but you may not have much of a chance with her,” he remembers Yoongi telling him. “She hates magic and everything related to it.”

“But you’re a literal vampire, and she’s friends with you!”

“Yeah, but I’m not magical. I’m different.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and waved it off, but still didn’t mention what he was to you when you first met. That turned out to have been for the best after he learned more about you.

Being born the only person in your family in a decade with no magical abilities made you develop a hatred for all things and people related to witchcraft. Your family did their best not to exclude you from magic related games at family reunions and get-togethers and would try not to talk too heavily about it when you were around, but you always stood out like a sore thumb. You have a self-proclaimed chip on your shoulders that seemed to lessen over the years he’s known you but was still there.

Now, you’re coming up on your fifth anniversary, and Namjoon has an engagement ring burning a hole in his sock drawer because he’s ready to propose to you, but he can’t spend the rest of his life with you without telling you the truth. He loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone, but the idea of telling you he’s a warlock and having you leave him is terrifying.

Yoongi gets to hear all of his worries and woes anytime he’s over at the vampire’s apartment.

“Do you even know how you’re going to propose?” Yoongi asks as he scrolls through Netflix for the third time.

“Yeah, there’s a meteor shower on the night of our anniversary. We’re going to pack some food and head to the river to watch it, and I’m going to ask her then.”

Yoongi snorts. “Oh yeah, I forgot that you’re both nerds.” He dodges the throw pillow that Namjoon hurls at him. “So, just tell her when you propose.”

“Why, so she can tell me to go to fuck off and reject me?”

“Namjoon, I highly doubt she’ll do that. I’ve known Y/n since high school, and you’re the only person that she’s been with that she’s ever been in love with. Like genuine love.”

“Yeah, but you know her temper. Love or not, her anger knows no bounds.” Yoongi agrees, a memory of a time when he accidentally ate some of your leftover food coming to mind, and you made sure he suffered for a week straight after.

“Well, your anniversary is in like a week and a half, so you better figure it out. It may make her mad, but I truly think she loves you too much to leave you.”

Namjoon does his best to keep that in mind as the week goes on.

With your anniversary being on Sunday, you and Namjoon take Friday off of work so you can have a three day weekend together. Determined to pamper you before he tells you the truth, he takes you to one of your favorite restaurants for brunch to start the day.

As he’s holding the door open for you, a slender, dark-haired woman breezes past you and waltzes into the cafe, succeeding in cutting you both off and getting in line before you. The expression on your face already tells Namjoon how this interaction will go.

“You know what’s rude,” you say once you’re both in line behind the woman. You’re speaking loud enough for her to hear but not loud enough to cause a scene. “Seeing someone who’s clearly holding a door open for the person they’re with and just inserting yourself in the way.”

“Y/n…” Namjoon starts. Normally he loves your fiery, no-nonsense attitude, but he’s always telling you there’s a time and place for everything. His gut is telling him this is not one of the times.

“I’m just saying. To cut someone off who’s about to go into a building is just a really dick move.”

The woman in front of you whips her head around, her sharp eyes are staring you down, but of course, you are unwavering. She’s wearing dress pants and an expensive-looking blouse. She has a name tag on a lanyard around her neck that reads ‘Seulgi.’

“Is there a problem?” Annoyance clear in her tone.

“Yeah, there is. My boyfriend was holding the door open for me, and you just rudely cut us off to come inside.” The woman eyes you up and down.

“Oh well. I’m sure you can survive without your waffles for a little longer,” she shrugs and turns away from the two of you. Namjoon watches your jaw clench.

“Wow, what a bitch,” you mumble, knowing fully well she can hear you. Seulgi turns again, scowling at you.

“Watch who you’re talking to, girl. I could snap my fingers right now, and your mouth would disappear.”

You let out a sharp laugh and glance towards Namjoon. “Oh, great! This bitch is a witch!” You turn back to the witch, hands on your hips. “You magic losers think you can get away with whatever you want to just because you can wave your stupid fingers and make shit happen. I’m not afraid of you just because you were born different.”

The witch’s eyes dart from you to Namjoon. Her gaze lingers on him longer than normal and what looks like realization shows on her face. She lets out a chuckle. “So you hate witches and magical people, huh? That’s unfortunate because you’re going to need to find someone to cure you.”

“What the fuck are y-” Seulgi brings her hands up and waves her index and middle finger in one swift side-to-side motion before Namjoon can even intervene. You stumble backward, and Namjoon catches you before you hit the ground. You’re coughing, sounding winded even though you had been standing still. “What did you do to me?” You manage to rasp out between coughs.

Seulgi shrugs. “You seem like you talk a lot. Maybe a little too much. Let’s just say I gave you laryngitis, except it’ll be permanent unless you know someone who can break the spell. You have until midnight in two days' time.” The witch looks directly at Namjoon as she says this, smiling the entire time.  “Good luck!” She calls out as she steps over you and prances out the door.

On the list of ways Namjoon wanted to tell you he was a warlock, this was not on it whatsoever.

Less than an hour later, you and Namjoon are standing in front of Yoongi’s building, your fist pounding on the wood. The bleary-eyed vampire answers the door, clearly having been woken up from one of his mid-day naps. You wordlessly step into the apartment and plop onto the couch.

“Sure, hi Y/n, yes, please come in,” Yoongi mumbles under his breath and invites Namjoon inside. “To what do I owe this wonderful pleasure today?” You ignore the sarcasm in his sentence.

“I’m cursed!”

“Cursed?”

“Yes! We were getting brunch, and some asshole witch cut in front of us. I called her out, and the bitch cursed me! She said I need to find someone who knows magic to lift the spell or whatever in two days by midnight or I’ll never be able to speak again.” You manage to get this out in between coughs.

Namjoon ignores the pointed look that Yoongi gives him.

“So, you want me to ask one of my magic friends to break the spell?”

“Obviously. You’re the only supernatural person in town that I know well enough to ask. I’d ask my family, but there’s no way I can scrounge up enough money in two days to fly home.”

Yoongi stares at Namjoon, making the younger man uncomfortable, but doesn’t say anything.

“Fine. I’ll call someone I know, and you can meet up with him. Namjoon, come with me and get your girlfriend some water.”

Yoongi turns on the tap, and as soon as Namjoon enters the room, he sighs quite tiredly. “Are you seriously going to make me find someone else to do this?”

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell her! I wanted to do it on my own time and in a nicer situation than this.”

“Yeah, well, fate works in mysterious ways, huh?” Yoongi grabs a glass and fills it with ice. “You know how to break the spell, don’t you?”

“I mean, yeah. I may not have known the words the witch said, but it seems like a pretty simple silencing spell.”

“So, I will ask you again. Are you going to make me find someone to help your girlfriend, or are you going to go in there and help her yourself?” He hands Namjoon the glass of water and waits for his response.

“I just need a little more time-” Yoongi lifts his hand to stop him.

“That’s all I need from you. I already know who to call.”

His words worry Namjoon.

The next day, you and Namjoon arrive at the door of the person Yoongi asked to help you. Namjoon had known the tone that Yoongi took with him was concerning, and he was right.

“Come in, come in!” Seokjin waves his arm, letting you and Namjoon into his apartment. The older warlock winks at you, and Namjoon bristles.

Even after knowing Seokjin as long as he’s known you, Namjoon still doesn’t like him very much. According to Yoongi, Seokjin has been trying to get with you since your junior year of college, and it almost worked twice, but things fell through thanks to your refusal to date a magical person. Namjoon can admit that he’s the jealous type. The thought of another man wooing you makes his blood boil. Seokjin’s flirty enough that not even the object of his affection’s significant other being in the room will deter him. He’s shameless, and every time they’re in the same place, Namjoon comes closer and closer to turning him into a reptile.

“Y/n, you’re looking as beautiful as ever,” he practically purrs at you. “Namjoon, you’re looking…as you usually do.” Seokjin has never been rude per se, but nearly everything he says to Namjoon is passive-aggressive, which drives the younger warlock mad.

“Yeah, you too.”

“Anyway,” you interject with a cough. “I assume Yoongi told you why I’m here.”

“He did. I can’t believe you pissed off a witch so bad that she’s taking your voice away. I’ve always told you that one day your mouth would get you in trouble.” Seokjin’s eyes flick down to your lips, and Namjoon has to hold himself back from leaping across the room at him.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Kim. Can you break the spell or not?”

“Of course, I can. How many times have I told you that I’m the greatest warlock of the 21st century.” He shoots Namjoon a look. Seokjin had found out that Namjoon was a warlock a few years ago and always seemed like he was silently holding it over his head.

Seokjin motions for you and Namjoon to follow him into his second bedroom that he has made into his magic room. He walks past his bubbling cauldron to one of his bookshelves. He slides his fingers across a few of the spines before pulling out a book and rifling through its pages.

“Ah-ha! The spell she put on you is pretty amateur. She's either a new witch or a supremely lazy one. I mean, this is a spell that a baby witch could cast and-”

“Seokjin!” you wheeze. “I don’t care if this is a spell that only Merlin himself could cast. I just need you to fix me!”

“Alright, alright. I need to gather a few ingredients for a potion first. If the two of you would please go wait in the living room, I’ll be with you shortly.”

You and Namjoon do as he asks and go to wait on his couch. You play on your phone as Namjoon has his umpteenth tortured inner monologue. Your anniversary was tomorrow and he was still nowhere close to telling you about himself. To be fair, you did know that Seokjin was a warlock and you didn’t completely hate him. You just didn’t like to hang out with him unless you had to, and usually, the two of you spent most of your time together arguing.

Maybe Yoongi was right, and he was just overthinking this. The time that the two of you have spent together has been the best moments of his life, and he was sure you felt the same. But if that was true, why did he feel so uncertain? Why was the thought of telling you he has been keeping this massive secret from you for five years scaring him so much?

“So, good news and bad news,” Seokjin announces, coming into the room. “The good news is, I can break this nasty spell.”

“And the bad news?” You ask.

“Well, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! I’m supposed to lose my voice for the rest of my life tomorrow!” You yell at him which sends you into a coughing fit. Namjoon rubs your back and meets Seokjin’s gaze. He hates the smug look the older warlock gives him.

“You’re not to lose your voice until midnight. I’ll do what I need to do before then. Your lovely boyfriend and I can organize where we’ll meet up.”

Namjoon is confused. “We’re not coming here?”

“No, this needs to be done elsewhere. I’ll text you a little later once I finish getting the things together that I need.”

He’s hesitant, but Namjoon agrees, and he and you head home. A week ago, he was looking forward to his anniversary, but now he’s dreading it and just wants the day to be over already.

“This is all my fault,” Namjoon blurts out in the car. The two of you are on your way to meet Seokjin at the location he insisted upon, a part of town that was almost atop a hill. According to the eldest, you needed to be outside and away from “prying eyes.” It sounded like a lie, but Seokjin was older, so Namjoon thought he might know a different way to break the spell.

“What do you mean?” You glance from the road to him briefly, then back in front of you again.

“We’re spending our anniversary with you under a spell, we have no starlight picnic packed, and I have to look at Kim Seokjin’s face.”

“Joonie, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t do this to me. I suppose I do have a big mouth sometimes.” You shrug and find his hand on the center console to hold. “This can still be an anniversary date, though. Once Seokjin does what he needs to do, we can send him home and enjoy the meteor shower together. Plus, when you were showering, I snuck the picnic basket in the car. We can still salvage the night.” You parked the car and sent him a smile that had his heart beating so loud he swore it echoed throughout the cabin of the vehicle.

He leans over and kisses you for the first time today, his heart pounding impossibly faster. He decides then and there that he’s going to propose to you tonight no matter what. If it means hiding his magic from you until you’re old and gray, then he will.

Hand in hand, you and Namjoon head up the path closest to you until you see Seokjin in the clearing. He’s crouching on the ground in front of a leather satchel and reading through a book. When he sees you and Namjoon approaching, he puts the book away and pulls out a mason jar filled halfway with a glowing purple liquid.

“Good evening, my darling.” Seokjin smiles broadly at you when he sees you. “I hope your day was marvelous.”

“It’s my anniversary, and I spent all day stressing and hacking my lungs up, and now, instead of having a romantic evening, I’m here about to be exorcised. Does anything about that sound marvelous?” You got through the sentence, only coughing three times.

“My sweet Y/n, you’re so dramatic. Let’s get on with it then, come on.” Seokjin waves both you and Namjoon over, presenting the bottle of liquid to you. “So, the removal of the spell itself is pretty easy. Step one is to drink the potion, and then we wait two minutes. I’ll set a timer and-” Before he finishes his sentence, you toss your head back and gulp down the purple liquid in record time. Seokjin fumbles with his phone to set his timer as soon as the last drop is in your mouth.

“This tastes kind of like grape juice,” you comment, handing him the empty bottle.

“Patience, woman! What if the next step required traveling somewhere far away?!”

“Well, does it?”

“No…”

“Great, so what do we do next?”

Seokjin sighs and glances at his phone timer. “Once the timer is up, Well, your boyfriend isn’t going to like this, but I have to kiss you.“

“What?!” You and Namjoon exclaim in unison, your voices bouncing off the surrounding trees.

“Why the hell do you have to kiss her?” Namjoon feels his fists clenching, and his face hurts from how hard he’s scowling.

“It’s the way to break the spell. After she drinks the potion, which does most of the work, she then has to kiss a witch or warlock for it to take effect.”

“Ugh, I feel like this is your way of finally kissing me,” you groan. “Fine, whatever, as long as I get to keep my voice.”

“Y/n, no.” Namjoon’s sweating in the middle of the crisp fall air at the thought. This had to be some sort of joke, right? He racks his brain to remember what he learned about this spell in high school. He remembers that he has to say a generic counterspell to break it, but he doesn’t recall any glowing purple potion and a kiss.

“Joonie, it’s just a kiss. I don’t like it either, but unless you find my voice that annoying, we’re out of options here.”

“Ten seconds,” Seokjin reads. Namjoon watches the older warlock lick his lips and send him a wink. While he was typically a pacifist in a situation of confrontation, the overwhelming urge to punch Seokjin with all of the strength he can muster is strong.

He watches you let out a sigh and step closer to Seokjin, tilting your head up towards him.

“Times up,” Seokjin says.

Before he’s able to lean down, Namjoon is behind you, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips into yours. He feels you relax in his arms only for a second before you’re pushing him away.

“Namjoon, you ruined it! Seokjin specifically said someone who’s magical needs to be the one to kiss me!”

“I am someone magical! I’m a warlock!”

Silence fills the air. Namjoon’s breathing hard, his heart feeling as though it’s going to beat out of his chest. You’re staring at him, and he can see your brain trying to make sense of what he just said.

“You’re a warlock?” You finally ask, your brows scrunching.

“Fuck, Y/n, this isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” Namjoon’s legs feel like jelly, so he lowers himself to the grass and sits. “I wanted to find a time where it was just the two of us, and we weren’t fighting a clock. I wanted to be able to tell you and not feel so scared, but I just, the idea of him putting his mouth on you and being the one to break this damned spell, made me so mad.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” You don’t look as angry as he thought you would. You look confused more than anything. “We went through all of this when you could’ve helped me this whole time?”

Guilt that he felt about not telling you combined with the fact that yes, all of this could’ve been taken care of literally the same day you met the witch that started this all. “Y/n, I know you probably hate me right now, and you probably want nothing to do with me ever again, but please just know I love you more than anything. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever been with. You’re my soulmate and the love of my life. The idea of telling you that I’m magical, knowing how you feel about magic, scared me shitless.

“The idea of losing you was too much to bear. I wanted to propose to you tonight before all of this happened, but all I could replay in my mind was you throwing the ring at me and storming off after I told you the truth. I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.” Namjoon stays sitting on the wet grass, not caring that it was soaking through his jeans. He can’t will himself to look up at you, fearing the rejection he feels coming.

He catches sight of your sneakers walking over and stopping in front of him before you’re crouching down and cupping his face. The sound of you sniffling has his eyes snapping up to meet your red-rimmed ones. “Joon, I love you so much. The fact that you would even think that I’d leave you after all the time we’ve been together and everything we’ve been through is stupid. Yeah, I’ve never much-liked magic, but you should know that I love you more than life itself.” You smile at him, and he feels his breath catch in his throat. You still love him.

“Right now, more than anything, I’m just pissed that we went on this entire adventure when you could’ve just saved us the trouble and broke the spell days ago. But I love you more than I dislike magic. And if that offer still stands, I’d love to be engaged to you. If you want.”

Namjoon grabs you then, wrapping you in his long arms and pulling you close to his chest. The two of you topple onto the soft grass, the smell of soil mixing with the familiar scent of you. He fishes the small, black velvet box out of his jacket pocket and slips the simple silver band with an amethyst stone onto your ring finger, kissing your hand once it was snug in place.

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am right now. I love you so much,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“I really do hate to interrupt,” Seokjin cuts in from the same spot he’s stood in since Namjoon pulled you from him. “But, you still need to break the spell.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t I do that already?”

“Well, not really. The kiss isn’t the thing that was supposed to break it. There’s a counterspell you need to recite.”

“But, I’ve stopped coughing,” you point out.

“That’s because the potion you drank stopped it. I figured I’d give you something to lessen the soreness in your throat, maybe, but you still have like three hours left before your voice is gone for good.” Seokjin forces a smile that neither you nor Namjoon return.

“So what the hell was all that kiss nonsense for?” Namjoon huffs out, standing up and advancing towards Seokjin.

“It was to get you to tell her you were a warlock! Yoongi said if I made up the whole kiss thing, it’d get you mad enough to admit it, and I mean it worked, didn’t it?”

Yoongi. He set this whole thing up to get Namjoon to tell you the truth. “You mean to tell me that Yoongi got a witch to curse Y/n, just to get you involved to make me jealous so that I’d confess?”

“He only organized the latter part of all this. This whole spell thing was all because of Y/n’s smart mouth.” Namjoon sees you flip off Seokjin in his peripheral.

“Joon, we can go curse out Yoongi later, but can you please break this spell? I’m seriously stressing over here.”

Namjoon makes a mental note to pay Yoongi a not so friendly visit later and makes his way back over to you. He has you close your eyes while he recalls the right counterspell to make everything go back to normal. He murmurs under his breath, hovering his hand over your throat, and his fingers tingle as the words leave his mouth. As quickly as he begins, he’s done and lowering his hand.

You open your eyes and clear your throat a few times. “How do I know if it worked?”

“It worked.”

“Yeah, but how will I know?”

“If you wake up tomorrow morning and speak, then you’ll know it worked.” You frown at him and glance up at the sky.

“We seriously need to talk about all the things you can do later, but for now, I really just want to watch the meteor shower and actually finish what’s supposed to be a romantic anniversary date.”

“We can do that.”

From there, you head to the car to get the dinner you packed, and Namjoon tells Seokjin he can leave. He asks the older warlock to let Yoongi know to expect a visit from him tomorrow that won’t just be to hang out.

Once Seokjin’s gone, and you’ve spread out the spare blanket you keep in your car, Namjoon relaxes as you lean against him, feeding him parts of the sandwiches you made. While this may not have been the ideal way he planned for anything that transpired to happen, all that matters is that you still love him, and he gets to watch the way the meteors flying above glisten off of the ring on your finger.

The next morning, you’re able to confirm that Namjoon was, in fact, able to break the spell that the witch had cast onto you. You still have your voice, and you’re able to give Yoongi an earful about not telling you his best friend was a warlock when he first introduced you while simultaneously thanking him for introducing the two of you. The vampire tiredly took the verbal assault after you and Namjoon had barged into his apartment early in the morning.

As Namjoon watches you threaten to shove a clove of garlic up Yoongi’s ass if he ever lies to you again, he knows that asking you to become his wife is the best decision he’s ever made in his life.

“Min Yoongi!”

“Min Yoongi!”

“Min Yoongi!”

The cheers echoed into faint whispers from the stage as he walked down the corridor towards the backdoor of the theatre. Undoing his black bowtie, he let it hang around his neck. Pushing the door open, he stepped down the stairs and pulled a clove cigarette out of a small case. He lit it after struggling with the flame and inhaled deeply letting the smoke fill his lungs. He closed his eyes relishing the taste of cinnamon and nutmeg enrapturing him. His moment of silence was interrupted as his eyes shot open, annoyance read across his face.

“I know you’re there. Come out.”

Two men shimmered in front of him towering over him by a few inches. Slightly irritated he gave them each a curt nod.

“I can’t even have a moment's peace,” he muttered.

The male closest to him with auburn hair chuckled leaning on the railing. “Oh come on Hyung. Can’t we congratulate you on your performance?”

The tallest perched against the brick wall, nodding in agreement. His ash-brown hair bangs hanging over his eyes. “I think it was your best yet. You didn’t even give an encore.”

Yoongi shrugged, tapping the ash to the ground. “You know I like to leave them on edge Namjoon.”

“Pfft. Bullshit. You played the piano. The way they were acting, you would think it was a rock concert,” Namjoon said incredulously.

Yoongi shrugged. “Classical music has a way with women. Yall should try it sometime. What do you say Hobi?”

Hobi shook his head grimacing. “No thanks, I’ll pass. Do what works for you.”

Yoongi tossed his cigarette in the ashtray and blew out the remaining tendrils of smoke. “So why am I being graced with your presence? I thought you had women occupying your time.”

Hoseok smirked. “They have to rest at some point.”

Namjoon laughed, nodding an agreement. “Actually we wanted to take you out to celebrate.”

“Hard pass. I plan to hole up in my hotel room with a great bottle of bourbon,” he replied.

Hoseok’s lips formed their signature pout. “What? How lame is that? When was the last time you had a good time? Wait, don't answer that. When was the last you fucked...for pleasure?”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled upward. “That is none of you goddamn business.” He brushed his dark hair off his forehead giving them both a hard stare. “Frankly, this little bet we have going is asinine. I’m over it.”

Namjoon shook his head. “It was your idea in the first place, Yoongi. Gonna back out now on us.”

“Yall can suck it for all I care,” he spat angrily. With a sigh, he slouched against the building. “Screw it. I’m tired and all I wanna do is sleep. See you later.”

The pair watched their brother walk off just as a car pulled up. 

---

Yoongi exited the car thanking the driver just as a valet walked up. “Evening Mr. Min. Staying with us again?”

“That’s right. Good to see you, Williams,” he replied pushing the revolving doors open.

Stepping into the lobby, he looked around at the familiar setting. The cream and gold colors stood out under the accents of ebony furniture. Fresh flowers lingered in the air. The enormous teardrop chandelier swayed above the front desk with the winding majestic staircase behind it. A baby grand piano stood near a roaring fireplace as small groups mingled about near the bar off to the far left, holding drinks. 

Lovely, he was in time for cocktail hour. Something to do later after checking in.

Yoongi stepped to the front desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket. The front desk manager looked up from his computer and gave him a smile.

“Mr. Min! Welcome back!”

“Good evening,” he stated with a nod.

The manager typed a few keys on the keyboard. “Same room, alright?”

“Of course.” 

The manager handed him his keycard. “For you sir. You won’t be disturbed–”

Out the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see a man and woman arguing near the foot of the grand staircase. From their body language, things were getting heated. He picked up a few parts of their conversation.

“You think I owe you something? You’re lucky I even considered giving you the time of day! You’re nothing without me, you hear?! Nothing! Just another pretty face with a mouth who can blow!” the man whispered angrily.

The woman didn’t flinch at his words. In fact, she seemed bored with it all and it probably wasn’t the first time she heard him say that or heard those things. This angered the man more and he slapped the purse from her hands, knocking it to the ground. As she bent down to collect the things spilled over the floor, he grabbed her up by her arm and shook her hard.

“Did you hear what I said? Bitch, answer me!”

She slapped him across the face making him step backward. He recovered quickly, stomping forward fist ready to swing when the hotel security appeared grabbing the man. The manager blushed in embarrassment. 

“Oh my goodness! The vulgarity!” The manager gave Yoongi a pleading look. “I swear. Nothing like this happens around here, sir.”

Yoongi smirked, pocketing his room key. “No worries. Have a good night.”

Instead of going directly to his room, Yoongi decided to have one more smoke. Something caught his eye on the ground. One of the key cards laid on the floor where the woman had dropped her purse. He reached down and picked it up, flipping it around in his hands before sliding it into his suit pocket, and walked on.

To Yoongi’s amusement, the security guards stood glaring at the man trying to keep him from the woman. She held her purse, the clasp now broken, and looked smug at the man. He was livid, face blotched with red. “You can’t kick me out! I paid good money to stay here!”

One of the guards shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t permit that sort of behavior. We’re gonna have to ask you to vacate the premises.”

The man sputtered in shock. “Vacate the–” He roared looking at each guard. “Do you know who I am?! I could have you all fired and this place condemned! If I had any–”

“Hey,” Yoongi slipped his cigarette between his lips and sauntered over casually. They turned to him curiously. The security guards gave him a quick look of understanding and backed away. Yoongi jutted his chin towards the door. “You’ve caused enough of a disturbance. Why don’t you leave while you still have some dignity?”

His face  turned a shade similar to a beet as he stalked up to Yoongi squaring him up. His finger jabbed him in the chest making Yoongi stumble back. “Who the fuck are you? I’ll do what the fuck I want and I’m gonna stay here!”

Yoongi brushed the front of his jacket, adjusting it on his shoulders. He glanced over at the woman with a quiet smile. He pulled the key card from his pocket and held it out to her. “I believe this is yours, miss.” She stepped forward and took it from his fingers giving him a small smile before moving away from the group. 

His expression darkened at the way Yoongi ignored him, he grabbed him by the front of his shirt bringing him to eye level. With a sly smirk, Yoongi’s eyes turned black letting the man see his reflection. “You don’t wanna fuck with me. Take your shit and leave. Got it?”

He paled as he dropped his grip on Yoongi and put as much space between them. He practically jumped into his car as the valet pulled it up to the curb and peeled off. 

The woman had watched the exchange, far enough away to not hear the words, but she saw how quickly the guy left. The breath she’d been holding, escaped between her lips, and she slumped back against the wall with a sigh. 

Yoongi noticed her body language and walked up to her, tucking his cigarette away. “Everything alright?”

She jumped with a startle staring at him. “Yes. Yes. Um...I’m fine.”

He hummed and pulled his loose tie from his neck and stuffed it in his pocket. “Cool. Have a good night.” He turned around and walked back into the hotel whistling to himself. 

She finished picking up the fallen items, stuffed them in her clutch purse and walked back in. Her thoughts racing at what to do in her current situation. Should she leave? Stay? Drink herself silly at the bar? She sighed checking to make sure the keycard was secure in her purse and headed towards the elevator. A night alone seemed like the smartest choice.

Staring at her phone, she didn’t notice anyone next to her until the elevator chime.

“After you.”

She looked up in surprise to see Yoongi standing in the small lobby hallway.

“Oh, thank you.” She walked in as he followed, fingers extended over the buttons.

“Your floor?”

She looked up from her phone feeling dumb. The elevator had yet to move. “Oh...uh nine, please.”

Yoongi nodded and pressed the button. “Hm, same floor as me.”

She shrugged with a smirk. “Small world.”

Now that they were alone, Yoongi was able to get a better look at the woman. Not that he wanted to pass any judgment on her, but she looked expensive. The blood-red ruched dress with sleeves seemed like a second skin on her. A sleek leather jacket rested on her shoulders, dark hair pulled off her face and twisted into a bun, minimal jewelry–just a pair of ruby earrings and matching ring. Name brand clutch held close to her side, makeup strategically placed to accentuate her features. Ankle strapped heels tapping on the elevator. He admired her appearance with quiet precision, never letting his eyes off her face. She was beautiful.

As he watched her, she did the same with him. Was he her type? She wasn’t sure, but was anyone? Whoever could afford her services was treated like royalty for the night. Being worshipped until hours ran out. Still, even though they only spoke maybe a few words, she was intrigued by him.

“Thank you,” she said.

He raised his brow at her inquisitively. “For?”

“What you did back there,” she explained slowly. “That guy...he would have been a pain to deal with later on. I don’t know what you said, but it was well deserved on him.”

Yoongi snorted. “Just a bit. And it was no trouble, he won’t be a problem anymore. How’s your arm?”

She shrugged. “I won’t break. Been through much worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” he replied.

She caught herself staring at him. His eyes seemed to pull her in. Shaking her head, she wondered why it was taking the elevator so long to get to their floor.

“I’m Desi,” she said.

“Yoongi.”

The bell chimed, signaling that they had reached their destination. Yoongi waited for her to walk off first before exiting. They stood in the hallway as the elevator doors closed and lowered back to the main lobby. Desi pointed down the opposite end. “I’m over there.”

Yoongi jerked his head in the opposite direction. "I’m in that corner.”

“That’s the penthouse suite,” she exclaimed.

“I always stay there when I’m in town,” he responded nonchalantly. 

She whistled low, clearly impressed. “Well, you’re full of surprises.”

“And so much more,” he hinted, a playfulness in his voice.

Desi chuckled softly looking away from his strong stare. “I won’t hold you up anymore. You probably have much better things to do than shoot the shit with me. People waiting on you and whatnot. Take care Yoongi.”

As she turned to walk away, Yoongi cleared his throat. “Actually, I’m just planning to decompress the remainder of the evening.”

Desi paused biting her lip but kept her back to him. “Oh, that’s a shame.”

He roamed her body momentarily before tugging at his earlobe. “I wouldn’t say no to some company.”

She turned back around giving him a smile. “I’d be pleased to join you.”

As the door beeped open, Yoongi pushed on it letting her walk in first. Desi looked visibly impressed by the suite. Wall to ceiling windows exhibiting the city’s skyline as the stars twinkled as a piano sat in the corner. Comfy leather couches circled a floating fireplace with a mini bar off to the side. A glass staircase led up to the bedroom that overlooked the entire suite with a glass divider. 

Yoongi walked over to the mini bar and saw a bottle of Woodford Reserve wrapped in a bow. He smirked, removing the top and grabbed a glass. He looked over his shoulder at Desi and held the bottle up.

“Would you like some?”

She nodded walking in further and placed her coat over the back of one the couches. “Yes, please.”

“How do you take it?” He inquired.

“Just one ice cube,” she answered, taking a seat and getting comfortable.

Impressive. She knew how to drink her bourbon. He filled her glass and walked over handing it to her, opting for the couch opposite hers. 

Desi took a generous sip, closing her eyes reveling in the smoothness of the alcohol. Finally, something seemed to go her way. 

Yoongi watched her over the rim of his glass. She seemed more at ease now, though she piqued his interest.

“So...Desi, what brings you here tonight?”

Her brow quirked at the casualness of the question. How boring. With the faintest smile she sat her drink on one of the coasters. Legs crossed with her elbow resting on the arm of the couch delicately, she finally answered him after a long pause. 

“I would think someone of your caliber would have guessed why I was in a place like this.” She ran a finger through her hair thoughtfully. “I cater to a higher breed of clientele.”

“Hard to tell by how that guy was down there,” he replied airily.

She smirked, grabbing her drink off the table and took a sip. “Touche.” Licking her lips, she looked him over with the same scrutiny he gave her. “So...Yoongi, what brings you here?”

Aw, how cute, she was deflecting. He tilted his head side to side, eye closed. 

She noticed how long his eyelashes were. He almost didn’t seem human by his movements. 

He got up and pointed to her almost empty glass. She nodded and he went over to the bar to pour another round for the two.

“Well,” he began letting an ice cube clink into each glass. “I come here to hide away. Alleviate what stresses I’ve accumulated.”

“From?”

He chuckled, returning back to the couch and handed her the glass. “People, life, responsibilities.”

Desi gave him an odd look. Usually, people would be intimidated by her aura. He seemed at ease. That was odd. Who was this man? Quiet, calculated, but still an enigma. Desi, due to her unconventional occupation, was able to read people easily. But with Yoongi, he was a blank slate. He only said what needed to be said in the moment. As much as it confused her, she found it oddly attractive. 

Finally taking notice of the piano by the windows, she got up and went over to it. Lifting the fallboard, the ivory keys shimmered under the lights. She stared at it fondly and ran her fingers across the board in a crescendo.

“You play?” He asked, observing her from his seat.

“Something like that,” she answered, still looking at it.

Yoongi emptied his glass and crunched the ice slowly. “Play me something.”

She glanced over a shoulder at him with a frown. “Don’t patronize me.”

He met her gaze, eyes hardening. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d like to hear you play something.”

Desi stared at the piano ivories, gathering her thoughts. With a sigh, she placed her fingers over the keys and started to play. As she got more relaxed, her playing grew bolder. The melody grew, almost bringing out her inner thoughts. 

Yoongi watched from afar. There was a sadness to it as she played, but an undertone of sensuality. Her technique more than intermediate, he could tell she had played for years. He set his drink down and walked over to her. Yoongi leaned on the piano just watching her. 

Desi’s eyes were closed as she played, her body in sync with her piano playing. It became an extension of her body. Nothing mattered. To Desi, the only thing important was the symphony she created.

A yearning came over Yoongi. Something about her made him feel...infatuated. Still, while he was aware of what she was, what she did–that wouldn’t stop him from having her. Yes, that’s what it was.

He wanted her, in the worst way.

She finished in a flourish of notes ending with a decrescendo. Yoongi clapped softly as she opened her eyes. Her cheeks flushed now realizing he was standing so close to her.

“You’re talented,” he stated. 

Desi rolled her eyes, but smiled. “It’s been ages since I played. I’m surprised I still remember that song.”

“What was that? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard it before.”

She smirked. “That’s cause I wrote it.” She sighed in longing. “I wasn’t always like this. I had dreams once upon a time.”

Yoongi drummed his fingers on the piano gently. “Shit happens.”

Desi let out a bitter chuckle and nodded in agreement. “Shit does indeed happen.” She raised her brow at him with a playful stare. “Do you play?”

“Hmm,” he glimpsed at her with a beguiled expression. “I dabble.”

She snorted scooting on the bench to give him room. “Bullshit. I wanna hear something. I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.”

Yoongi laughed, his smile spreading and he sat down beside her. “Fine. What do I get if I do?”

Desi poked his side. “Respect,” she answered coyly. That earned another laugh between the two of them. 

He grinned rolling his shoulders. “Fair enough. Any requests?”

She gestured to the piano. “Whatever you feel like playing.”

He nodded, fingers poised over the keys. Starting the first new notes, the smile dropped from her face. He cleared his throat as he began to sing. “Makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces pass and I’m homebound.”

Stupefied only momentarily, she swatted his shoulder making him stop his playing as he broke out in a fit of giggles. He snorted through the tears. “I couldn’t resist. Your face was priceless.”

Desi huffed crossing her arms over her chest. “You think you’re so funny.” 

He gave her a gummy smile and winked. “I am. You just don’t appreciate my humor.” He wiped his eyes giving her knee a squeeze, surprising her by how warm his touch was. “Alright I’ll play you something for real this time. I promise.”

As if getting into the zone, Yoongi began to play. This time an attentiveness and a sprinkle of calmness took over him. The passion apparent on his face. Desi felt a burst of emotions take over as she observed him. He seemed otherworldly. The way his fingers danced across the keyboard was an art. It took her breath away. As he finished the last few notes, tears trickled down her cheeks as she let out a quiet sob.

“How did you know?”

 “The River Flows in You is a favorite song of mine. I play it when I’m feeling down.”

“I love that song,” she whispered.

“I can tell,” he murmured looking into her eyes. His eyes searched hers with a tiny smile. “I’d love to kiss you right now,” he confessed, shocking himself with the comment. 

“You wanna kiss this face with tears and runny makeup?” she asked incredulously.

Yoongi reached out and wiped them away with his thumb. Desi surprised herself, letting him wipe her tears. Such intimacy she wasn’t used to. “I wanna kiss...whatever you want me to kiss,” he answered, his voice husky.

She felt that through her core as she shuddered making her thighs clench together. Biting her lip, she leaned towards him, her eyes flicking to his lips. “Then kiss me.”

Yoongi licked his lips, his gaze lustful and he bent forward. Before their lips touched, Desi pulled back at the last second a mischievous smirk on her face. He shook his head highly amused with her antics. While he wasn’t one to play games, with her it didn’t seem foolish, although he had a feeling she was teasing him, making him work for it, and that suited him fine. 

He got from the bench and held his hand out for her to take. Desi placed her hand in his palm and he helped her to her feet. Tugging her close to him, the heat radiated off their bodies. They stayed like that for sometime just breathing, bodies in tune with the other's. Yoongi reached out and curled her hair between his fingers moving to hold her face gently in his hands. The longing in his eyes made her almost weak. 

God she wanted to kiss him. 

What had made her pull away before? She hardly had time to think of a coherent thought before Yoongi gripped the back of her neck and crashed his lips to hers in an untamed, passionate kiss. She gripped the front of his jacket pulling him closer until their bodies molded into one another. Yoongi moved his hands to wrap around her waist. His tongue slipped past her lips, running it gently with hers. Her moans muffled as the kiss deepened.

Yoongi could feel his desire for her grow and knowing they’d need air, he pulled away. Desi wobbled from the force of the kiss. Lips bruised, cheeks flushed, the lust burned in her eyes. As she let out a needy moan, Yoongi kicked the bench of the piano out the way and pushed her against the piano. Her ass landed on the keys making her jump with a startle.

Eyes dark with yearning, he stepped forward only to have her leg lift up and her heel press against his abdomen. She wagged her finger while tsking. A playful smile on her face. This little tease. Yoongi took note of her dress riding up her thick thighs. Licking his lips, eyes narrowed, a snarl formed on his face.

“Take those off. Now.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt her body respond to his command. Desi dropped her foot to the floor and raised her hips, slipping her fingers under her dress, dragging the material from between her thighs. Once her underwear reached her leg, Yoongi took it upon himself to yank them down and off her, throwing them over his shoulder. He knelt down in front of her, never wavering his stare. He ran his hands over her skin, chasing the goosebumps as they formed.

“You really are beautiful,” he murmured. “I bet you get told that all the time.”

Desi mewled at his touch, watching his fingers tickle her skin as he pushed her dress up. “Not enough,” she said, letting out a needy moan.

The smell of her sex perfumed the air. Yoongi practically drooled at the sight. He nipped at her inner thighs, his nose grazed her outer lips. With a low, rough moan, he glided his fingertips against the velvety skin already coated in her arousal.

“I’m going to taste you,” he said, making eye contact. “Make you fall apart.”

Desi squirmed, her muscles clenching on nothing, but craving something more. “D-Do it.”

“Say please,” he hissed.

She let out a shaky breath and pleaded. “P-Please.”

Yoongi went at her like a man starved, devouring her. He attacked her clit relentlessly, sucking and nipping the sensitive bud as she writhed under him. The piano keys banged as her hips slammed into it. Her fingers grabbed his hair, keeping him immobile–not that he wanted to if he tried. Two fingers slid into her pussy curling downwards on her muscles fucking her slowly. He shaped his mouth over her clit like a suction coaxing her sweet little cries forth. It was music to his ears.

Desi could see stars from how hard her eyes were shut. Her orgasm built quickly–something that rarely happened, even in her profession. 

“Y-Yoongi, I’m gonna come!”

He stopped his motions, removing his fingers. Desi drew out a whimper at the sudden motions of losing his touch. 

He sucked on his fingers relishing her taste and closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Not yet. You’ll come when I think you're good and ready.” 

She cooed watching him suck his fingers, her body buzzed in excitement. Her hand extended out to yank at his waistband before he slapped her hand away. He opened with eyes as they glowed. “No.”

She sulked at being rejected. Her lips quivered as her eyes softened. “But I want to make you feel good,” her voice subdued.

He snickered, bringing her up to stand off the piano. “Another time.” He gave her ass a squeeze as he kissed her lips. Nibbling on her neck to hear her gasps, he traced her pulse with his tongue. “All I want is to be buried deep inside you, fill you with my cock, and make you scream my name.”

Desi whimpered as a fresh wave of lust rippled through her body. Yoongi’s eyes burned with thirst. “Can I do that, Desi?”

She reached down and palmed the front of his pants, his cock straining against the fabric. “Fuck me. Now.”

Without any hesitation, he ripped her dress open like it was paper. Her breasts bounced out of their confines and he latched on to a nipple, suckling harshly. Desi threw her head back trying to not crumble to the floor. Yoongi let her nipple go with a pop and gave the other one equal attention. 

When he felt her growing weak against him, he picked her up with ease and tossed her on the couch. Desi laid spiraled there looking at him with hooded eyes watching as he undressed.

“We’re not going to make it up to the bed,” he growled. “I need you now.”

She trailed her finger to her pussy lips purring as she drew small circles on her clit. Yoongi’s Adam’s apple bobbed staring at the sight. It was enough for him to step forward, closing the space between them. “Turn around for me,” he ordered. “Get your hands on the arm of the couch.”

Desi did as she was told, becoming aroused by how he was taking command. He fist his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft staring at how her pussy dripped. Grunting, he lined himself up, coating her arousal on his tip and shaft.

“Fuck Desi,” he croaked.

He almost cried out as he slipped past her folds. That warm velvety sensation gripped his cock causing his leg muscles to shake. Breathing out hard through his nose, he thrust in slowly taking note of her reaction. Desi was in a state of exhilaration. She engulfed his cock greedily, her breath hitched once he was hilt deep. They both exhaled, getting used to the sensation. He leaned forward kissing a trail down her spine causing her push back on him earning a slew of curses by him.

Yoongi waited until she gave him the cue to start and began to thrust. Slow at first, stretching her walls as she felt every vein in his cock rub her walls. She writhe, gripping the arm of the couch for dear life. Through gritted teeth, she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“Go faster.”

His fingers dug into her hips getting a better grip and pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip. He leaned in to her earlobe, kissing and tracing the shell with his tongue. “You can ask better than that, kitten,” he drawled, moving one hand over her clit to circle slowly making her hips jerk forward. Desi keened into the touch as he went painstakingly slow. She clenched her teeth attempting to hold back her moans.

“Ah...fuck...Y-Yoongi...right there...please...please I want to feel you...all of you.” 

Shit that was hot. 

Yoongi wasted no time and slammed his hips into hers. The only sounds of their grunts and pants. He kneaded her flesh under his hands, almost bruising the skin. His free hand wandered back up to her neck, her hair cascading over his skin, he wrapped the strands around his fist and gave a sharp pull forcing her head up. The tingling sensation jolted to her core, arousing Desi. Her eyes rolled back as he pumped into her continuously.

That familiar feeling returned as he edged her closer. He could sense her body readying itself to climax. He slowed his movements, shuddering at the vice like grip around his dick. Arms shaky, Yoongi positioned them onto the couch cushions laying horizontal. There was enough room for both of them to lay against each other. His back against the backrest as she laid against him.

He turned her face to him and captured her lips,  tasting her tongue in a slow sensual way. Desi moaned, wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him in more. Yoongi groaned, sucking her tongue as he moved down to nibble her neck.

“You’re going to surrender to me and come undone while I fuck you slowly.”

He lifted her leg and pierced her in the new angle. Desi cried out as his cock hit her deeper than before. Massaging her breast and he grinded her pussy slow and steady, eyes boring into hers. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Do you want me?” he teased, breath tickling her ear. “Fuck. I want you kitten. I want you to be mine. Make you feel like this all the time.”

His words made her throb, she almost couldn’t take it. “Y-Yes Yoongi...I-I want you. I want to be yours!”

He smirked as his fangs slid into view. “Say it Kitten. Say it again!”

“I-I’m yours!”

Yoongi plunged his fangs into shoulder just as both climaxed at the same time. Her walls quivered around his shaft as he coated her insides with white. Desi convulsed against him riding out her high as Yoongi got his fill in two ways. 

He tore away from her shoulder letting her essence drip from his lips closing his eyes in bliss. Desi went limp from the sheer force of her orgasm, her breathing uneven. Yoongi lapped at the trickle of her essence still flowing from the wound. He kissed it, making the wound close up and rested next to her, still impaled in her pussy. 

Sweaty, but satisfied, he brushed the hair off her face and kissed her cheek gently.

---

He wasn’t sure how many hours passed, but Yoongi awoke still cuddled with Desi. He slipped from her pussy and placed a blanket over her body, grabbed his robe and went out to the balcony to have a well deserved smoke. He sniffed, taking in the scenery as he blew out some smoke. He sensed the air around him change as he leaned on the rail, a bemused look on his face.

“Get the fuck out here.”

Namjoon and Hoseok shimmered into view with smug expressions. Yoongi barely acknowledged them while he smoked.

“Say what you need to say and get those shit eating grins off your faces.”

Hoseok laughed, clapping his hands. “I have to say I’m impressed Yoongi Hyung.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement. “Damn, you put her to sleep too. Shit Yoongi.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he sighed. He glanced back through the glass doors. “She’s different.”

“I bet,” Namjoon chortled. He glanced at his watch and whistled low. “Speaking of that, I got an appointment with Naomi.”

Hoseok cursed glancing at his phone. “Shit. Yeah. I promised Zoe I'd stop by.”

Yoongi snorted in disbelief. “Who's the whipped bastard now?”

Namjoon waved him away, rolling his eyes. “Alright, you made your point. We’ll meet up later, yeah.”

“Sure. Night fellas.”

They shimmered away as the glass doors slid open. Desi, wrapped in the blanket wiped her eyes letting out a sleepy yawn. “Y-Yoongi?”

He smiled, took her hand and kissed her forehead. “Sorry didn’t mean to leave you alone. You looked so peaceful sleeping.”

“It’s okay. I thought I heard voices,” she said nuzzling against him.

“Naw was just people down below,” he explained, extinguishing his cigarette. He lifted her chin pecking her lips. “How about we go take a shower and get in bed? I think I have a few more ways to show you what I have to offer, kitten.”

Letting out a sigh, you sit up. “It’s still not enough, if I’m going to rule with V.”

“That is not a problem, my Lady. You will get used to the Fae strengths in due time which is why it is important for you to keep practicing,” Orion continues. “Why don’t we have a duel? You have been getting used to the Fae speed and strengths. Let us test your sword skills with them.”

Huffing, you pull yourself up off the ground, dusting your attire and accept the steel sword he is lending. Familiarising yourself with the feeling of the hilt, you twist your wrist and swing the curved sword with your arm. Usually, you would feel a certain weight of the sword in hand. However, this one is a tad lighter with your newfound Fae abilities.

“Ready, my Lady?”

You ready your stance, nodding.

And Orion launches himself, his sword striking yours in a loud clunk. “Make use of your new agility and sharper sight,” he says.

Noticing his other hand bringing up a small dagger towards you, you avoid it quickly with a twist of your own body. Swinging yourself around him, in a blink of an eye, you have Orion’s neck in a chokehold from his back. However, the General still has tricks up his sleeve as he moves into a crouch and releases his hold on his sword — going behind you from below, lifting your leg before slamming you to the ground, knocking air out of your lungs.

“This is not a brawl, my Lady. I’m certain I said sword fighting.”

You groan in defeat. “Why is it more difficult to beat you? I won against V three times in a row.”

The General nearly smiles at that. “It is because His Majesty is enamoured with you, my Lady. He tends to get distracted whenever you are present.”

“So, you are saying all my ‘lessons’ with him are pointless?”

Orion says bluntly, “I apologise but perhaps that’s true.”

Cursing under your breath, you stand up with your body aching all over.

“And we should end today’s lesson, my Lady. Get plenty of rest and we will continue tomorrow.”

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* 　　 *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧

The moment you dip yourself into the warm tub, you let out a contented sigh after the long day.

Since your body has faster healing abilities now, your bruises are healing even faster with the potion you bought from the town.

You must have been exhausted that you stir back into consciousness when a familiar pair of hands gently rubs your scalp.

“Ugh, what—”

“Shh, I’ll wash your hair. Just relax, love.” His baritone voice instantly relaxes you as you close your eyes once more, relishing the presence of your mate.

“When did you arrive back?”

He hums. “Just a minute ago and then I found you here.”

Sighing, you mutter, “Orion really knows how to kick someone’s ass...”

Taehyung’s hands on your scalp stops momentarily. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you mumble. “It was all part of training which is good since I learned something from it.”

He lets out a relieved sigh. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Y/N.”

You nod at his words as he rinses your hair. When you nearly fall asleep once more, Taehyung says, “There. All done.”

You hum.

“Have you washed yourself? Do you need help with that too?”

Eyes flying open, you twist around. “No! I’m good! Thanks—”

His wet hands cup your face, bringing you closer to meet your lips with his.

“It’s nice to finally be able to kiss you,” he chuckles. “But really I don’t mind if you want me to wash—”

“Taehyung,” you warn him.

However, Taehyung merely groans at that. “I love it so much when you say my name.”

“I’m serious, I can—” You gape when he stands up and takes off his shirt in one swift motion before his pants follow — you hear that rather than see as you had turned around once more.

“I’ll join you then. I could use a bath too.”

You look away from him as he climbs into the tub with you.

“Are you still embarrassed?” He laughs, noticing your flushed cheeks. “After all those times we had consummated and—”

Shooting forward, you cover his mouth — skin tingling where your hand meets his lips. “That’s enough.”

His next words are muffled until he speaks in your mind, You were insatiable, not that I mind though.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you are about to move back when he pulls your hand — the one covering his mouth — tugging you straight to him.

He buries his head on the crook of your neck, sighing in contentment with his arms around you. “I’ve thought about you all day.”

With a soft chuckle, you lift a hand to move his bangs out of his face. His glistening eyes regarding you with so much emotion. “Same here.”

After all the both of you have gone through, it’s impossible to find the same connection with anybody else. You have accepted him, all of him — just as Taehyung had accepted you, with all your flaws and imperfections.

Eventually, your thoughts drift back to reality when Taehyung peppers your face with kisses, completely aware of what is going through your mind. With a giggle, you signal him to turn around. A pout graces his lips as he gives you a chaste kiss before doing so and you wash his hair, then his back.

“You can wash the rest of you on your own, right?”

“I’d prefer you—”

You move to the other edge of the tub, earning protests from your mate at the distance as you lather yourself with soap. “It’s getting cold and you won’t stay still if I do it.” With a made-up mind, you quickly finish bathing — Taehyung still watches intently until you shoot him an unamused stare. Wrapping a towel around yourself, Taehyung pouts when you climb out of the tub to which you respond with a teasing smirk before you head out to your chamber.

After a few minutes, dressed in his loose shirt and trousers, he lays down beside you on the bed. Instinctively, you draw closer to him as he wraps an arm around you, breathing slowing down.

“How was your day?” You mumble against his skin.

“Hardly entertaining when you have to listen to the High families’ stupid complaints. They wanted more land, but it was barely enough for the villagers themselves. I was ready to bolt out to the training room when the meeting was over.”

You chuckle at that. “You know, Orion said you were always distracted every time we duel.”

“What? No, of course not.”

Poking his nose, you lift yourself to face him properly. “Not purposely, actually but you were always distracted. I've seen you duel with Orion, remember?”

An embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips. “Maybe a few times, but not entirely. I promise.”

The Dark King looks undeniably adorable at this moment, you can’t help but smile at him.

“Taehyung.”

He blinks.

“Kiss me?”

He releases a breath. “You don’t even have to ask.” And he lifts his head, lips meeting yours.

You eagerly reciprocate as he pushes his weight off the bed to hover over you. With your legs wrapping around his waist, you bring him closer — arms wrapping themselves around his neck.

When you pull away to catch your breaths, his tender lips drifts to your jaw, peppering soft kisses there before trailing down to your neck. Soft sighs escape your lips as your fingers curl through his hair while he leaves marks across your skin.

“Are you tired?” He asks softly and you shake your head.

“No.” Breathing in his scent — of lavender and forest — you then whisper, “Mine.”

His eyes lights up with the mixture of love, lust, and warmth — sending butterflies into your stomach. He whispers back, “You’re mine too.” When he claims your lips once again, he deepens the kiss as flames of desire licks up through your veins.

Your hands move, lifting up his shirt, fingers trace along his sun-kissed skin. His breathing grows uneven at the movement — the tingling sparks that arise from your touch. 

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper against his lips, eyes staring up at him. 

He chuckles at that, pushing away some hair strands on your face. “And you are exquisite, my love.”

That night your mate intertwines your fingers with his and never lets go as he made love to you — a fated union between two souls.

His hands that hold yours start to feel faint as the golden lighting and exquisite wallpaper that adorns the four walls of the ballroom start to blur. Your vision becomes isolated on only him, his hands holding your with such care as you hear him whisper sweetly, “Do not worry for we will be together soon.”

{present}

Your eyes open as if you had been coated in ice-water, heart pounding in your chest as you breathe greedily. The golden rays that cast in from the window solidify reality, you know that it was a dream, yet, once again you wish that he was here when you woke up. The man that has been in your dreams had visited you again last night. The dreams come and go every so often, though there is minimal progress with finding out how to get to him, or where he even is in the kingdom; he might even be from a different kingdom, but you know that it’s fate that you’ll find him. After hours of research from the first dream, you found out that witches start to get dreams at the age of 18 of their soulmate and will continue to get them until they meet.

A quiet knock followed by the door creaking opening makes you sit up properly, looking up you find Julia peaking in from the hallway, “another dream about him dear?” Nodding she smiles softly and walks closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed before bringing her hand up to fix your bed hair, “It’s been three years yes? You’ll find him soon I’m sure, it’s fated after all.” she says sweetly.

Julia has been your motherly figure for a while now, ever since the incident with your parents she took you in as her own. You both met when you were 7, the first time you entered her store, ‘Enchanted midnight.’ You immediately fell in love with the store and visited every weekend, just to see if there was anything new. You didn’t have a good experience at school as a kid, especially because of your appearance so to feel safe in a place for the first time in a while was amazing. It eventually turned into a second home for you.

Getting up, she gently kisses your forehead, “I’ll be opening the store up soon, breakfast will be on the counter like always.” She smiles before walking out of your room and down the stairs to the store.

Huffing, you throw yourself back into bed, wrapping yourself in the blanket tightly. You can feel yourself about the drift back into sleep when the alarm from your phone rings in your ears, shocking you awake. Grumbling, you get up to turn it off and shiver as the cold floorboard makes contact with your feet as you rush to get a set of clothes as fast as you can to avoid the freezing air of winter.

Getting changed as fast as you can, you walk down the wooden stairs to find Luna, Julia’s familiar laying across the step sleeping. Awwing you get closer to her and stoke her softly, her thick fur soft against your fingers as she purs in her sleep. On the counter, you find chocolate-covered toast on a plate with a to-do list for the day. Sitting behind the counter, you can vaguely hear Julia making some sort of potion for a pick-up today as you watch outside to find the snow falling gently to the ground. It was always busy near the holidays; people wanting ingredients for food, protection spells for loved ones, healing spells for the hospital. Potions was a big must near Christmas, especially because more people become ill.

Making your way around the counter, you start on the first task of the day; clean and arrange the shelves. With careful hands you rearrange the potions, moving them so that all of the labels are on show and in order. Ignoring the bell that indicates that someone has walked in, you get a whiff of something familiar but you try to not think about it as it’s probably someone who has come in before. However, deep inside your conscious, you know that this particular smell is something different, someone, who hasn’t entered before. Footsteps indicate that Julia has come from around the back, seeing who came in.

“Oh. My king.” she bows, lowering her head to the floor. Panic sets in you as you turn around, a gasp escaping your lips. The potion falls to the floor in shock, your whole body shaking as the glass shatters with a loud bang; the liquid pooling around the shards, “Y-you.”

The man that haunts your dreams stands in front of you, wearing the exact same entire that he did three years ago when he first appeared. This time, snow covers his black coat in little dots that slowly start to melt against the fabric. Shock adorns his face before adoration takes over, “Oh. Well, it’s finally nice to meet you, my love.”

When he first met you, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were gorgeous -  legs for miles,  plush lips painted the slightest tint of red, your piercing eyes and beautiful smile - it had been like he was under a spell in that first meeting, with how he was hanging on your every word. Your co-owners - which he learned were your best friends, as well - were also stunning, truly a power trio of three business savvy women who knew what they wanted and how to get it. All of them were impressive, but there was something about you that pulled him in.

You were naturally kind; the type of genuine that seemed hard to find, especially since vampires had decided to let their presence be known to the world. After coming ‘out’, so to speak, humans had been inexplicably drawn to the supernatural like a moth to flame; the danger, the mystery, the power all so intoxicatingly fascinating. It became a sport for Jungkook to spot the fakes, the groupies that just wanted to be swept away with the fantasy instead of the person behind it. And while yes, there was something that you wanted, you were upfront about it; a mutually beneficial business proposition.

A supernatural club, geared towards vampires. One where the vampires on staff could mingle with humans, court them for an evening. Dancing, drinks, the usual club fare all present - with an addition of private suites, used for feeding.

This was a win-win, according to you. As owners, you would be providing a service to the human population of an experience that they likely wouldn’t find elsewhere - the chance to rub elbows with vampires. To spend a night doing things only seen in their wildest of dreams, but in a safe and controlled environment. In turn, the vampires would be paid to do something they already needed to do - eat. They’d get to feed from the source instead of blood bags, and would be complying with all consent laws. And by being provided a wide array of humans each night, would be able to avoid the risk of a blood bond forming.

That bit had been surprising to the humans when vamps had first made themselves known. Most of the tropes for the supernatural races had been based in fact, as far as their abilities and weaknesses went, and it was no exception for the blood suckers. The miniscule amount of magic and glamour vamps could wield was  basically predictable after decades of feral and sparkling vampire movies alike, but the fact that feeding off the same source repeatedly could eventually form a blood bond had shocked them. 

Most vampires were smart about it, tracked it on their own to deflect any unnecessary drama - but it was a hassle. One that your club would handle for them.

His brothers had been impressed with the offer; eyes shining with admiration as the details were laid out before them. It only took them five minutes of deliberation to vote in favor of working alongside the businesswomen of Saccharine. The seven of them within the Bangtan coven would be employees at the club, and they would also help them secure a few other covens to be on roster as well. A local werewolf chapter would be working as well, helping as service staff and the bouncers. Hand shakes were given, contracts signed. 

 The first few days had been awkward as you all got to know each other, learning the layout of the club itself and the expectations as entertainers. However, friendships were fastly formed, the three women basically becoming human additions to the coven within a matter of weeks. Jungkook had noticed that while you were social and open, you tended to stand back a bit more than the others; a little more reserved than your friends, a little more observant. It made him smile, to realize that maybe you were just a little bit like him, even in a small way. 

Over time, he learned how you managed your interactions; helping the others if they needed something related to work, and skirting around any line of questioning that you found too personal. You liked them all, that much was clear, but you seem guarded in a way that intrigued him. Jungkook found himself going to you over the others for any questions or concerns, quickly discovering that you had a lot in common - both loving photography, playing all types of games that let you show off your competitive streak, and having a soft spot for animals. 

You did seem to open up more with him than others, spending breaks chatting with each other instead of hanging out in the loud back room, sitting next to him during meetings to share memes under the table. He told himself it was his imagination when it seemed like you were seeking him out more as well, that you were just being your kind and genuine self.

He was confident that you were his friend, but were you interested in more?

“He’s right,” Taehyung pats his shoulder, giving him a smirk. “I mean, do you see her bringing anyone else blood laced coffees before a shift? Or their favorite snacks? I don’t get that kind of treatment.” 

Rolling his eyes, Jimin comes to stand behind the brunette, flicking him on the back of the head until Taehyung turns around to give him a pout. “Yes you do, just not from Y/N. I’m pretty sure Red brought you a hot chocolate that same day, laced with her own blood-”

“Yeah, she did. She’s amazing,” he sighs dreamily, thinking of his other boss, melting a bit in his chair. “I asked her the other day if she’d let me blood bond with her and she didn’t even flinch-”

“Hey!” Hoseok shouts, giving the others a glare before leaning in front of Jungkook. “This is about Kookie here, not about your slutcapades, Tae.” With a serious jaw, he grasps both of the younger man's shoulders, giving him a gentle shake. “She likes you, Jungkook. You just got to make your move.”

“Well how do I do that?”

Jimin slides into his vision, knocking Hoseok aside with a slight bump of his hip, a sly grin on his face. “She already likes you, right? You’re a vampire, Jungkook,” the look in his eyes is almost predatory, voracious. “Just turn up your otherworldly charm and she won’t be able to resist.”

The advice of his brothers rattles in his head as he moves throughout the emptying club, the music turned down to a whisper of background noise as the other employees move to start the cleaning process. He could tell you were still here, could still smell the lingering scent of your light perfume mixed with your natural fragrance that was wafting towards him from the back of the building, where the feeding rooms were.

The lace see through shirt was biting at his skin, hands coming to smooth it down in place and wonder for the fiftieth time if it was perhaps too much. The others had assured him otherwise, practically drooling at the sight of him, promising that you would love it. It did look good on him, he had to admit; the black fabric setting off the golden glow of his toned abdomen, the matching cloth trousers form fitting and comfortable. The dark sparkling blazer on top had been his input at the last second, when he got self conscious about his nipples being exposed while trying to ask you on a date. 

It’s during this internal monologue that he finds you down the hall with the private suites, closing the door on one just to dart into another, most likely cleaning and making sure there are no stragglers left. You are stunning, per usual - dressed in a long sleeved form fitting black dress, heels clicking delicately as you maneuver on the tile, looking every part of someone who would own a seductive vampire club. 

Smiling, he strides closer to you, pausing only when he’s beside you. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

Startling, you let out a puff of air, hand rising to cover your heart. “Oh, hey Jungkook - you scared the shit out of me,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “What’s going on?”

Now that he was this close to you, his nerves rallied against him, and if he had fed recently enough he was sure his blush would give him away. Swallowing thickly, he turns on just a bit of his glamour - not enough to affect how you respond, but just enough to make him look a bit more enticing. 

“I was wondering if maybe we could talk?” Leaning against the door jam, he inclines his head towards the door of the final suite. “Alone? In here?”

He can hear the rhythm of your heart increase as you stare up at him, can see the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath. It was only a blink of a moment, but Jungkook can feel his confidence building at all the things you were saying without saying a word.

“Sure.”

It was only once he was enclosed in the room with you, the air thick with your scent that he realizes just how long it’s been since he fed, just how hungry he was for you. He guides you over to the bright red couch, gesturing for you to sit and joining you close enough that his body was pressed up against yours. 

“There...there was something I wanted to talk to you about, if that’s okay,” he murmurs, voice low. Reaching for your hand, he eyes you closely as he picks it up, intertwining his fingers with yours before replacing it back in your lap. He watches for your reaction, waits for you to pull away, but instead you give him a small smile.

A good sign. 

“Is it about the fact that you aren’t eating? Because I’ve noticed Kookie,” you chide, worry evident in your face. “If it’s something we’re doing wrong, if we’re not pulling enough of the right kind of clientele for you, you can tell us. You know that, right?” 

The concern on your brow has him grinning, reaching out with his free hand to smooth the lines on your forehead. “Of course, I know that. Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, just worried,” you pout, face heating at the sensation of his touch. Despite the many times you had interacted with Jungkook, your body always reacts wildly to the feel of his skin on your own. “So what is it? Why won’t you feed?”

Inhaling deeply, he gathers his courage, his gaze flickering from fondness to something darker, more tempestuous. 

“Because the only one I want is you.”

 Before you can respond - and before he can lose his nerve - he’s leaning in dangerously close, his mouth posed right above your own. It’s only when his lips press against you, at the zing of electricity that races down your spine that you finally react, jumping away from him with a small squeak. 

“Wait, what did you say?” Shock has your eyes widening, but your hand remains enclosed in his. “Jungkook? You want… me?”

Bashfulness overtakes him, has him breaking the eye contact to stare down at his lap. He wants to say something smooth, something seductive that would make Jimin proud, but instead he chuckles, his free hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. 

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I met you,” he stutters, doe eyes returning to peer into your soul. “I like you a lot, and I was hoping… you would feel the same?”

A short, incredulous laugh leaves your lips, and for a moment Jungkook prepares himself for defeat, is already thinking of all the things he could say to make you forget this ever happened - until you grasp his jaw, pulling him back to your mouth. 

“I do feel the same,” you purr, lids heavy as you free your hand from his to cup his face, ensuring he could see what you were saying. “And.. I’d be honored to be yours.”

“Good.”

The responding kiss was searing, frantic as your mouths moved with one another, your hand sinking into the hair at his nape. In all his years of life, undead or otherwise, Jungkook had never felt anything as rapturous as kissing you, and was certain he never would again. He moans against your mouth when you slide a leg over to straddle his lap, his mind lost to the vehement pleasure at the feel of your body on top his own, at the way you consumed him with tongue and teeth. 

His hands trail up the exposed skin of your thighs, caressing the flesh under the fabric of your dress as you press deeper, licking into his mouth. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, and with a slight shift of your hips, your core was pressing against him, a small mewl leaving your lips. 

Something about the sound of you crying out for him in combination with the indulgent tease of your body mingling with his had his blood lust awakening, his fangs elongating painfully in his mouth. He had been starving for so long, withholding himself of his only form of sustenance that he was now ravenous with need for you.

Using his strength, Jungkook pulls away from your lips with a whine, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Please, Y/N,” he begs, his pelvis thrusting up against yours like a man possessed, fingers pressing indents into the globe of your ass. “Let me taste you, let me have you.” 

Eyes rolling back, you stroke his hair, the fingers still tangled in his tresses pulling gently, earning you another low moan. The laws of consent meant that he couldn’t sink a single fang into the pulse at your throat until you had given him permission to, and for a brief moment you feel drunk on the power of having such a strong vampire at your mercy. 

“Is that what you want, baby?”

Jungkook groans, mouthing messily at the exposed skin of your neck, your clavicle. His hands trail away from your bottom, thumbs now tugging playfully at the elastic of your panties, long fingers teasing with the dripping wetness of your cunt. 

“Yes, yes. That’s all I want, want to taste your blood, want to taste you here-” he pauses, two digits swirling gently against the bundle of nerves at your apex. “Want you to be mine.” 

With a hiss, you loll your head to the side, lowering yourself to give him access. “Do it, then. I’m all yours.”

A muffled cry of his name echoes in the room as he bites down, fangs plunging into the thin skin of the vein of your throat. Pleasure surges through the wound, the venom causing an euphoric bliss to over take you as he drinks deeply, moaning after each swallow. 

Your blood is rich, sweet, a full bodied wine that he couldn’t help but to get drunk on, couldn’t get enough of. Even better, your blood had been untainted - never tasted by another vampire - and the realization has him sucking harder, daydreaming of what it will be like to be blood bonded with you.

To have you as his, in the same way that he had always been yours. 

Your hand is stroking at his jaw, your whines increasing in crescendo as his fingers continued to work at your clit, alternating small squeezes with sweeping circles. He knew he would need to stop drinking soon, but his carnal desire is demanding to keep pushing until you are coming undone, losing all sense because of him, his touch. 

Pulling away slightly, he begins to lick at the marks he left behind, suckling them harder as his hand picks up speed. “Fuck. You taste so fucking good.  You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” he husks, mouth dragging up the curve of your throat until he was clasping your face one more, yanking you until you’re hovering over his lips. 

Writhing against him, you feel yourself edging close to release, hips chasing the flicks of his wrists to give you more of the sweet friction you yearn for. 

“I’m so close,” you pant, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, wanna come, all for you.” 

He nibbles at your bottom lip, his mouth so close yet still not closing the distance. “Is that what you want, baby?” he smirks, alluding to your earlier words. “Want to make a mess of my fingers?”

With your affirming moan, his lips drop into a kiss, melding with yours fervently as he works his digits against you with supernatural speed. He can tell your high is near, can hear the way your heart thuds and your lungs seize as you teeter towards the edge of orgasm. When he feels you about to snap, he drags a single sharp point of his fang against the swollen flesh of your pout, just enough to draw blood, before he begins lapping and suckling at the small wound.

The ecstasy rush of venom on top of his otherworldly movements against your core send you flying over the edge, stars dancing in your vision as your orgasm tears through you. Wailing his name, you collapse against him, shuddering as he works you through the high, only slowing when he was sure you were spent. 

While you catch your breath, he slowly peels his hand away from your center, raising it to his lips. 

“You taste good here, too.” He grins cheekily, shifting you until your forehead is pressed against his own. “Can’t wait to try it at the source.” 

Giggling, you slide your hands around his neck, using him as leverage to slide closer to fully embrace him. His cock jumps at the movement, and your eyes dance with mischief. “What if I want a turn to taste you first?” 

Suddenly, a loud knock raps against the door, causing you both to squeal in surprise. A muffled chuckle from the other side snaps you back into reality - that you and Jungkook were not in the comforts of your own homes, but instead in one of the suites at the club.

The club that you owned, the one that was still occupied by it’s nosey employees. 

“As proud as I am of Jungkookie for finally making a move, I think you should probably take him back to your place for your turn, Y/N,” Hoseok shouts, amusement evident in his voice. 

From somewhere beside him, Jimin cheers loudly, and from the answering low giggle, Taehyung was there too, all witnessing the moment. 

Sighing, Jungkook buries his face into your chest, this time with enough blood in his system to have heat flood his cheeks. “Well, that’s embarrassing.” 

“What is? That your brothers interrupted us, or that my employees just heard me orgasm?” You pretend to ponder, tapping a finger against your chin 

Stifling his laughter, he pulls away to look up at you, his gaze sparkling and darkening with each passing moment.