#medium reader

A curious friendship grows, and a budding romance between the two blossoms. You and L settle into a secret affair throughout the Kira Investigation as your dreams becomes more vivid and frightening. Your dreams often predict major events, even L's death, but certain pieces are missing. Like Kira has something protecting him from being seen.. As the murders continue, you become haunted by Kira's victims as they seek revenge for their deaths.

Matsuda has often acted as a friend. The golden retriever you can count on. The one that always greets you with a smile and gets you a cup of coffee. L would watch the two of you be friendly and even he could not deny the two of you had chemistry. He thinks someone like Matsuda would be good for someone like you. He'd certainly take care of you. You'd probably be better off- but.... L is selfish and jealous inside.

L wants you all to himself. He delights in having moments alone with you, though they are few and far in-between. Hell, Watari is the only living soul who knows about the two of you. So intimacy is truly rare, but that often makes it that much more passionate when you do get the chance. Depending on his mood and how tired her is, L can range from a dedicated lover to a frenzied lover. Pattern recognition is an important skill he's very experienced with.

Time passes and your situation changes. You become more of a paranormal consultant on the Kira case. Which, often comes in handy for L when he's trying piece things together. Your outside insight is be very helpful to him. But unfortunately for you, the longer the case continues, the worse your experiences get. Your nightmares become full on night terrors that you become stuck in. Matsuda has had to shake you from a few.

L sees the change in you before you do. He notices a change in smell first. You don't smell the same. Not bad. Just different. Then he notices how your appetite has changed. He sees the nausea in your face before you can even voice a complaint. L suggests a stomach bug first, keeping his suspicions to himself. So he has you see a doctor. A doctor who promptly informs you that you are....well...you know...in the family way.

When you return with glazed over and fatigued eyes, L's theory is confirmed. He looks at it very objectivly at first. He prepares for every possibility before he even starts the conversation. Regardless of your options, he makes preparations for each. He waits patiently for you to tell him on your own time, when you're comfortable. He doesn't take you trying to hide it as an insult, more than anything he feels himself becoming more and more nervous that you haven't told him. He comforts himself with the idea that you probably just haven't figured out what to do yet, so you're waiting to talk to him before you make a decision.

You tell him when you're alone. L doesn't move a muscle. He freezes. He expected this but the longer you waited the more he had to grapple with the idea of becoming a parent. Which is something L never expected himself to be dealing with. Especially not smack-dab in the middle of the most dangerous and intense cases of his life. So, he kind of panics. The conversation is deadpan as expected. For the most part he's honest about his feelings towards it. He honestly doesn't think keeping it isn't good idea, but he's well aware that isn't his choice. His voice is sweet when he says, "no matter what happens, I will ensure you are taken care of. No one will hurt you."

It isn't until he sees the first ultrasound that he kind of changes his tune. He stares at the picture, fascinated by it. When you ask about it, he says, "Watching something grow from nothing is indescribable." A very L answer. As much as he wants you to remain by his side. As much as he wants you, he knows it's only a matter of time. He knows that the longer you remain at headquarters, the higher the risk. If Light hasn't already put the pieces together, he knows he soon will. And as much as the evidence has proven his "innocence" he doesn't trust Light with a damn thing.

To rub salt in the wound, the longer you stay by his side, the worse your paranormal experiences become. You've been unable to sleep, you can't handle being alone or in the dark for very long. The ghosts of Kira's victims whisper in your ears and claw at your clothes. The more violent ones scream and shout whenever they get the chance. It's taking a toll on you. Everyone fears for your well-being. Matsuda and L especially. So when L finally sends you away, you understand. You're not happy about it in the least. But L is prepared to use force if he has to. He will not be letting you die. You're already at the end of your rope and if something were to happen to you, he'd never be able to forgive himself.

So you're sent back to your family with a large sum in your bank account. Child support in advance, if you will. The ghosts leave you be, and the nightmares ease up. The ones you do have are of L. And it's the same dream. Everytime it's his death. You did everything you could to prevent it and still your dreams are relentless. You've told L his fate before and he always regarded it with the same interest as every other dream, like it was nothing special. You would try to contact L but he made sure you would have no way to reach him.

The only person who is allowed to contact you besides himself, which he doesn't anyways, is Matsuda or Watari. Watari calls on occasion pretending to be your doctor. He asks questions about your condition, your medical records, your paranormal experiences. You assume he's doing this to keep L up to date on your current status. When you ask why L does not call himself, Watari tells you that he's busy, but he sends his regards.

Matsuda calls every couple of days. He's only allowed to call when he's alone and he's not allowed to share information on the Kira case for obvious reasons. But he's more interested in how you're doing anyways. He asks you about what you've been up to, how you and your family are doing. If you have any plans for a new novel. He's been a fan of your work since before the investigation began. He's a breath of fresh air. You look forward to his calls.

Suddenly the calls stop for a while. There's a deep pit in your stomach one morning as you look outside your bedroom window. There's a faint sound of ringing that you can't shake. So you go on with your day, trying to regain your sense of normalcy. Failing miserably when sometime in the afternoon you feel a great loss. That night as you lay in bed, pretending to sleep in hopes that dreams will creep in anyways, you feel a presence.

A familiar figure stands at the foot of your bed, watching. You know who it is right away. You can practically see him even with your eyes closed. The scent of coffee, vanilla, and paper follows him as quiet footsteps come to the other side of your bed. You're afraid that if you move or open your eyes he'll disappear. So you lay there as the blankets are pulled up and he crawls into bed with you. Laying down behind you and wrapping his cold arms around to spoon you. You lay there in his ghostly embrace for a long while, just trying to memorize the feeling in hopes that it will never leave you. He leans in, cold lips pressed against your ear as he whispers. "I was right." And then he's gone.

Matsuda calls a few days later, crying. When he finally gets the words out to tell you what's happened, he's met with a cold: "I know. Thank you, Matsuda." He finds himself being comforted by you. He knew that you and L were close. He knew you were friends. But he had no idea the relationship you had, nor the evidence that has reached a healthy 6 months. He implores you to attend L's funeral but, you can't do that. Emotionally and physically it's out of the question. Light is Kira. You know that. You've always known deep down, deep in your heart and so did L. After all, he was right.

Misa tries to contact you, you pick up the phone only to hear her voice. You hang up and change your number. Light tries to contact you, claiming its in regards to L and the Kira case. He wants to bring you back. You almost throw up right then and there. Instead, you hung up the call, close the phone, and smash it with a hammer. Matsuda is the only number you remember and the only person you trust. You don't trust him to know that Light is Kira. But you trust him to be good and kind. You trust him to visit you.

You pick him up at the airport when he comes out to visit you. You look so different he doesn't notice you. He passes right by you before you call out his name. You're visibly pregnant at this point, roughly 8 months. Your hair is longer and full. Your skin is glowing, your eyes are vibrant when they peak out from behind your sunglasses. You look nothing like the sickly, haunted spectator he knew you as. When he sees your belly, he just stares. He's speechless.

He's far too stunned for form a real sentence for about an hour as you drive him to his hotel. You laugh at him as he stares.

"It's good to see you too, Matsu." You joke with a smile. He goes red in the face.

"Uh- You look- You look great!" He croaks.

"Thanks."

"You're...um...are you-"

"Glowing? I am. Thank you for noticing." You tease him. It's good to have a friend close by again. He's not allowed to know where you're staying with your family, just to be safe. If Light were to ever decide to torture or kill Matsuda for information, you have to be sure. It's a risk even letting him see you like this. But you never win without taking a risk.

"So then you're...married?" He asks, a bit disappointed. You turn to him, your expression confused.

"What?? No. Do you see a ring on my finger?"

"Well no...I just...you're...uh-" You can see the gears turning in his head. Like he has all the pieces he just doesn't want to put them together. "How far along?"

"8 months? Give or take." You answer honestly. The pieces have been put together regardless. The puzzle is nearly complete, much to Matsuda's horror. It's L's. He knows it. There's no other option. Chief Yagami and Aizawa are out of the question. You've always hated Light from the moment you met. L...you were so close with L.

"Why didn't I see it before..." He mumbles to himself.

"You weren't supposed to. No one was supposed to know. No one is supposed to know." You tell him firmly. "This stays between you and me, Matsuda. I'm telling you this as my friend. In confidence that no one else on that task force will know about this. If no one else knows that L is dead, no one will know about this, understood?" Matsude nods in agreement as he pouts. He tries to apologize. He's overly emotional about the whole thing. Extraordinarily sympathetic to your situation, as he always is.

He's deeply worried about you and the baby. He's worried about you doing everything alone. You try to reassure him you have a family for support and a bank account that looks like a social security number thanks to L's estate. But still, Matsuda feels like he could be doing something to help you. You're his crush friend! He can't let you do all that alone. He knows L left you with everything you might need to be a single parent but...still...

"Marry me!" He blurts out one night.

"WHAT!?" You bark.

"Marry me! We'll be a family, you'll never have to worry about a thing. Let me take care of you!" He begs. You pause for a moment, it's as if you can hear L's voice in your ear. 'Matsuda's acting stupid again.'

"No! I'm not marrying you! Are you insane!? What good would that do me anyways? I'm taken care of as it is, I don't need you." Matsuda pouts but ultimately understands. He was out of pocket just asking you like that. He let his emotions get the better of then again. But he can't help it. He sees you alone like that and he just wants to take care of you. He wants to hold you and tell you everything is going to be okay. To comfort and love you.

He's at the airport when you call him. You've gone into labor. He's there for you before your own family is. The man booked it through the hospital looking for you. He's incredibly nervous seeing you in so much pain, but he's determined to support you. You're not sure why you called him. Why you wanted him there. It's not even his kid but...still...It probably has something to do with the long nights you spent waking up from night terrors. His arms around you, rubbing your back as you sob in terror. He makes you feel safe.

Matsuda is holding your hand when L's daughter is born around 3am on October 31st. Matsuda cuts the cord and he holds her first. He sits beside you in a chair as you rest and recover. He knows the baby isn't his but when he looks down at her, he feels his heart swell with pride and wonder. A part of him feels guilty for being there. L should be sitting where he is, holding his own child and being there to hold your hand. Tears fall from his eyes and onto the bundle beneath him.

As time passes, Matsuda keeps your whereabouts and your little family a secret. He visits, as often as he can. He lies to Light and the others about where he's going. And because it's Matsuda, the loveable idiot, Light doesn't suspect or even entertain the idea that he's lying to him. He watches as the child grows into a remarkable combination of you and L. She has his pirecing eyes that greet him when he walks into the front door of your home.

The little girl adores Matsuda. He's sweet and silly. He brings her toys and treats. She likes to sit on his shoulders and play with his hair. All things considered, he makes a good father.

Things are winding down to a disturbing close in the Kira case. The day before everything goes down, you have another dream. L is standing over his daughter's bed, watching her carefully. He turns to look at you. "I love you, very much. I'm sorry I've never said it before. You've done well with her and everything. But the case will soon be closed." In this dream he approaches you and holds you close in his arms again. "Goodbye."

You wake up to the sound of your daughter screaming a crying for you. You rush to her aid. The next few days pass with a defeaning silence. Matsuda doesn't call, which by now is irregular considering he calls almost once a day now. But by the end of that week, something lifts. Like sun has finally peaked through the clouds. A weight is lifted from your shoulders a you feel lighter than you have in years. You feel like you can breath.

Matsuda shows up unannounced in the dead of night. He looks exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes. His cheerful and bright nature stripped away from him. He shuffles into your home and starts to sob. You hold him close as he describes the horror he's been through. What Light did- What Matsuda did to him. This time, it's your turn to comfort him. He stays the night. Sleeping in your bed with you as you remind him he's safe and warm with you.

In the morning he feels better. Still depressed but, his smile returns when your daughter sees him sitting at the breakfast table.

"Are you having breakfast with us, Mat?" She asks as her little fists rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Is that okay with you?" He asks her. She shrugs and climbs up the chair to sit in front of him.

"I don't care. You could have every meal with us." She says as he eyes focus over the small plate of child-sized pancakes. Matsuda watches her with a loving gaze. If only he could. If only...

You got off your car the cold air hitting you harder than you thought. It was already late but you got stuck into traffic jam all day and you did all you could to come to your client house as soon as you could. Two cares were parked near the house two, one being a black van. You draped your large black scarf around your long dress. You walked toward the house, wind blowing in the branches. The moment you step a foot on the wooden stairs you felt something passing beside you. You turned around, but you didn’t see a thing except the sand of the desert surrounding the house. The only thing that could be heard now was the wind and the sound of your high heels on the wooden porch. You knocked three times. You heard a ruffle behind the door. It opened and you saw a woman. She was small and seemed tired.

« Mrs Lincoln ? I am Y/n L/n, sorry for the delay, I was stuck in traffic. - Oh don’t worry. I am happy that are here. » You entered and you noted that the inside of the house was the exact same temperature than outside. A chill ran down your spine. There was definitely something wrong. « The supernatural investigator are already here, but you didn’t miss anything » she said while tying her scarf more tightly around her neck. You realized that she had a thick coat on, and she seemed to shiver every now and then. « The supernatural investigator ? », you did not expect that. You entered the living room and you saw four other people. All men. « Good evening, sorry to be late, I was at the other side of the state when my assistant got your call. -No problem, I am Eric, I live here with my wife. » You smiled at him, reaching his hand to shake it. You shivered, something felt suddenly off. He wasn’t wearing as many clothes  the others you noted, but he seemed tired. « Miss L/n, this is mister Min, mister Jung and mister Kim- - Call us by our names, we are going to spend some times together now I am Hoseok, and with Namjoon we are in charge of the electronic part, this is Yoongi our leader. » You reach for his hand, smiling, his powerful aura giving off positive vibes even in this weird atmosphere. « So you are ? » The last man, Yoongi ?, asked you a stern look in his eyes. « I am Y/n, the medium mister and miss Lincoln called. », You smiled. His aura was a deep red and it seemed soft. The total opposite of the man itself, his expression not giving any friendly vibes. « A medium ? » He said like you just told him some joke. He pushed back his glasses, crossing his arms. You raised your brows. « Aren’t we hunting some ghosts ? » You were used to people being septic, even your clients were in need of reassurance. The only thing that was different this time. You were used to working alone. The man named Namjoon, who was really cute, smiled and said : « She is right Yoongi, and the more we are the faster we’ll solve this case » He met your eyes and blush as you wink at him playfully. « This is a serious matter. We are doing science, not witchcraft. -You can call me a scientist if it’s what’s bothering you that much » If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. But you simply smiled. It was true joy to play with pretty boys like that. He seemed annoyed more than anything. « Did you explained them what phenomenons were happening in the house ? Does it bother you to tell me everything. -Actually it would be a great idea to tell the entire story. We are going to record it this time if it doesn’t bother you. » You all sited around the table, you were sitting next to Yoongi in front of the couple. Hoseok was just behind them, setting up a camera to film you, he was also adjusting a microphone just above the Lincolns. Namjoon was doing the same thing just behind you. You looked up at Hoseok who had settled a pair of headphones on his ears. He nodded his head, making you sign that you could start. « Okay, I am Min Yoongi, we are the 30th October, it’s 8 pm, and I am with Namjoon, Hoseok, miss L/n, and we are interviewing Eric and Sadie Lincoln. » You watched around you and saw nothing. But even if the fire place was lighted, and the fire was strong you still weren’t able to feel any heat. « Tell us everything since the beginning. -Where can we start ? -The first thing that you could think of, that made you feel uneasy maybe » They seemed to think. « Humm, then it should be as soon as we arrived in the house. When we were moving in, I felt not so welcome in the place anymore. -The thing is that we bought this house at a sale at auction. It was really cheap, and we didn’t have to do that much work inside. Seems too good to be true now… - After it was more of a… Feeling of being watched. Sadie was the first one to hear the footsteps. -It was like someone was walking behind me, following me around the house. At first, it was staying distant. But with the weeks passing, the… Presence was coming closer. -The next step I would say, was the missing objects. Literally everything was changing places. Even when no one was in the house. -It lasted a while I would say… But then the presence, the manifestation… It becomes more violent. -Our bed sheets would be dragged suddenly out of the bed. Doors would open them self slowly. -We thought it was just coincidence. But Then I started to get scratches, bruises all over my body. Once I woke up with bruises like fingerprints all around my throat- » She stopped talking as tears were starting to roll on her cheeks. You looked into your purse, finding a little pack of tissues that you gave her. She smiled at you and this is when you saw it. The dark shadow behind her. It was latching onto her body without mercy. « It is openly violent then ? » You asked still watching over her shoulder. As you speak, like you had predicted, the shadow reacted to your voice. It violently got of Sadie’s back and disappeared in the darker corridor. « Yes. It has become dangerous… We feel like it wants to hurt us… And the worst… It’s messing with our mind… -Messing with your mind ? -It has a very bad influence on us. Since we are here… We’ve been angry, almost violent against each other… -And… I started to have dark though ts… -Dark thoughts ? » She marked a pause. « I tried to kill myself twice… » You took her hands in yours trying to comfort her. The more you were listening to their story the more you were worried. « How long have you been in this house ? -We’ve been living here for three months » You couldn’t help but gasp. Yoongi looked at you weirdly. « Why are you asking this ? -Those type of phenomenons… They are normally are displayed on several months, even a year. Three months, this is nothing… -What does it mean. -It’s really aggressive. It’s hungry… » Yoongi nodded readjusting his headband on his forehead. « I think we are good with the recording. Do you want to ask something else Yoongs ? Y/n ? » You shook your head. You have heard enough. Yoongi got up and at that precise moment the fireplace smother. The room was suddenly dark. But you still were able to see a little. Suddenly you felt something. You got up almost knocking your chair down. « Namjoon, Hoseok, can you film ? » You asked. « Yes, we are behind you » Namjoon told you. You were seeing something at the end of the corridor. Something that wasn’t human. It was scratching at the floor, long claws almost digging into the wood. « Do you see that ? -No miss L/n… What do you see ? » It was Yoongi. « I see a silhouette. I can’t see its face. It has long nails, it’s scratching the floor… Oh my god... » The silence was heavy. You turned around to see the cameras, and then you Yoongi. You pointed your ear with your finger, making him sign to listen. His eyes widened. He was hearing it too, the scratch. You pointed at the corner were the monster was hoping that the camera would catch something. Suddenly everything went quiet. The atmosphere was heavy and your ears were ringing from the lack of sounds. « Help ! Oh my god ! » You turned around at the same time as Namjoon and Yoongi. You all ran up the corridor, Namjoon throwing his camera at the ground to be faster. He arrived first but what could he do when Sadie Lincoln was floating in the air. « Get her down ! » Was screaming her husband but it didn’t do anything. Hoseok was trying to get her down but the spirit was too strong. « Do you see it ? » You turned around. Yoongi was looking at you. « Yeah, it’s holding her. » You had to act fast. You ran toward the table, climbing it. There were moment to ask yourself question, and it wasn’t now. But you really didn’t plane to become a WWE super star today. You still jumped in the air, grabbing Mrs Lincoln. Namjoon and Hoseok succeed into grabbing Sadie as you crashed to the ground. « Sadie are you okay ?! Sadie !? » You got up with a hiss, your knees cursing your stupid ass. You took Yoongi’s hand getting up with difficulty. « She doesn’t answer. Is she okay ? - Is she breathing ? -Yes, she seems okay, she just doesn’t wake up. » You took a deep breath. « She might be in shocked. You have to leave this house. Get as far as you can. Whatever this is, it’s draining you from your energy. I am already tired and I’ve been here for two hours at most. You’ve been here for three months. -She is right. We don’t need you to stay here if we want to investigate, and it’s not going anywhere. » You nodded, but you weren’t sure it was a good idea if you stayed in this house longer too. « Hoseok, Namjoon and I, we are going to install all the material, cameras, microphones everything, what we need is to collect evidence. Even if we don’t need further proof to stay. »

You knelt down next to Sadie. Caressing her forehead, you saw how she looked tires, new bruises were appearing around her eyes. You were sure they weren’t here before and that they weren’t caused by the fall. She slowly opened her eyes and you saw, the suffering, the pain, death. « Y/n ? Are you going to stay ? » You raised your head toward Namjoon. He was holding a camera, probably already planning the setup. « I am not quitting the case if it’s what you are asking. -No I meant… Where are going to sleep ? You are not going to stay in the house ? -Oh no ! I won’t advise anyone to stay here after what I just saw. I am probably going take a room in a motel not to far away. -We are staying in motel 6 miles away from here. If you want to », this time it was Hoseok, he was also smiling at you. You smiled back at him answering simply : « Yeah thank you ». The next thing you did was help Mister Lincoln to carry his wife in his car. She had gained consciousness again but was really weak. You advised them to not take anything with them, literally everything is soaked in this dark energy that they should leave in this house. « Take some pause on the road there to sleep, but don’t come back here. Call me when you arrived. » He nodded before taking the road. You looked back at the house, and for a moment you thought you saw a dark silhouette standing there in the deserting night. You feared for the men inside so you started running. You almost knocked over Namjoon when you entered. « Oohh easy tiger ! -Are you all okay ? I- -Yeah no problem Y/n, we are fine ! We’re almost done with the setting of the stairs. Do you want maybe visit the house ? -Yeah, hmmm, it’s a good idea ! I am going to visit the floor, like that you’ll be able to do your work downstairs without me blocking you. -You won’t block us, and don’t you think it’s dangerous to go upstairs alone ? -Don’t worry about me ! It’s not the first time I do this. » You went up the stairs crossing Yoongi on your way up. He stopped you a disapproving look on his face. « What are you doing ? Don’t go upstairs, we just set up everything. -I know, but I need to see the house. I’ll be nice I promess », you said, trying not to me too sarcastic. As you were walking up the stairs you heard him say something but you didn’t paid attention. The stairs were silent, almost too silent as three men were supposed to be moving and talking just below you. It was composed of four bedroom, all pretty big. Three of them were empty, the main one, the one where the couple was supposed to sleep, was just composed of a bed, a wardrobe and a small cabinet that seemed pretty ancient. You entered the room scanning the place, it seemed lifeless, as if no one had been living in it. You watched under the bed, in the wardrobe, no monster in sight. But as you were going to walk out, the little cabinet opened itself. You turned around, to see. And you saw. « Who are you ? » It was squatting next to the little cabinet. It’s skin was the color of charcoal, long claws were pointing at something inside the cabinet. It was smiling at you, a big toothless smile. It was terrifying. It was the first demon you ever saw. You were used to deal with ghosts but you were almost sure it wasn’t one. It suddenly got up, so tall it’s slender long limbs were towering you. It was advancing toward you and as much as you wanted to run away you couldn’t.

« What’s your name ? What are you doing here ? » It puts his claw in front of its mouth to silence you before disappearing. You walked toward the cabinet hoping to find answer. All you find was a bunch of pictures. You could see the portrait of a woman. It was dated by 1922 and was giving the address of the house. You took a picture of it. You knew better than to take what didn’t belong to you. You found a page of an old newspaper. It related the story of an orphanage which had been destroyed by a fire. You also took a picture. You soon were over with the visit. There was no attic thank god because you hatted them. You walked down the stairs to find the three men gathered around the fire place. « So did you finished ? -Oh hey ! Yeah we are done. -What happened tho, did you ran a marathon upstairs » Funny how everything this man was saying was annoying as fuck. « What do you mean ? -We heard someone running. -I didn’t run. And I didn’t hear something running » The three of them looked at each other. « I really don’t like this » said Hoseok. « Do you know what type of ghost this is Y/n ? -I don’t think it’s a ghost. It doesn’t look like one at least. -What is it then ? -I don’t know… A demon maybe ». Hoseok squealed. « A demon !? -Yeah, never met one before. But I know someone who dealed with some. I should call them. -What does it look like ? -Completely black skin, so tall it almost touches the selling, long claws, toothless smile -I am so fucking happy I can’t see those shit… -If we do our job well we might » You closed the house, making sure all the cameras were on and the left. You followed them until you reached the hotel. You choose a room next to theirs, working at the same place, it would be easier. « Really you don’t have to help, I can carry them » you said to Namjoon and Hoseok who had insisted in carrying your luggages. « Y/n it’s nothing ! We’ll help if we can ! » The three of you laughed until you arrived to the room, where a very grumpy Yoongi was waiting for you. You really wondered when this man wasn’t irritable. You entered your room and settled down. You were drowned off of your energy. Your brain was a shamble, and you were wondering what you were going to do. You had the time to take a shower and change clothes before someone come knocking at your door. « Hey, we were wondering if you were angry. We ordered pizza. -Oh thanks ! But I have a lot of work I should get- -Well if you come we’ll be able to discuss the case. » You smiled and accepted. You followed him, Namjoon was working on his computer and Yoongi was spread on the bed, his long hair out of his face even if he wasn’t wearing his headband anymore. They all seemed to have had the same idea as you, and had taken a shower. « Come on Y/n sit ! » You sat next to Hoseok on the ground, your stomach finally growling. You took a slice, happy to finally eat. « Did you find anything else ? On the case ? -Actually, I m probably going to do some research on the house first. -That would be a first step. We’ll be back tomorrow at the house to see what the cameras had registered. -I find something in the main bedroom, in a little cabinet. » Yoongi rose from his position on the bed. « A cabinet ? -Yeah… -There’s no cabinet in the main bedroom. Just the bed and that old dresser. » You looked at him weirdly. « I saw one tho », you looked for your phone in your pocket, « Look I took pics of it » Indeed, there were the pics of the document you found inside the cabinet. « What… We didn’t see it when we were in the room… -That’s fucking creepy », Said Hoseok, shaking his head, still a piece of pizza in his hand. « I’ll look at the camera tomorrow » said Namjoon, « I think, whatever is in this house, reacts to you more than to us, it obviously wants something from you ». You shuddered at that. « Great ». You kept eating, as you were all talking more casually. « We met in high school ! We all dropped after two years of uni, it wasn’t really for us… -That’s funny ! I wish I could have a group of friends like this. -Yeah it was a good timing ! » Namjoon laughed looking at Hoseok. « And how did you start investigating ? -That’s because of Yoongi » You turned your head toward him. He was munching on his pizza, his puffy cheeks making him look younger than he probably was. « Ahhh, why always this story ?! -Come on ! It’s a cool story ! » He turned towards you, looking exasperate as if he already had told this story a million time. « My house was haunted when I was a child. So when I grew up I started investigating the story of the house. It was our first case. After that, like nothing was really interesting to me, I thought it was a good alternative. -And what happened to your house ? -An old woman had died in this house at the beginning of the century. She had hidden a sort of treasure in the house and forgot about it. I just found it for her and she left. My parents are still leaving in there. -Wow ! That’s impressive ! -And you, Y/n ? How did you come up to being you know- -Well I am just seeing ghost since I was a kid. My mom has this ability too, she never done anything with it but, I don’t know, I thought I could be helpful to others. -That’s so cool ! And terrifying ! -And you a saw them all the time ? -Yeah basically, when I was younger I used to not recognized them, I thought they were just people, weird and very confused people. Now I know how to recognize them. -Oh my god, if you saw one in the motel, you’ll tell me hmm » Hoseok started to look suspiciously everywhere. You suddenly grasped. « Oh my god Hoseok be careful, you’re gonna sit on one ! » He jumped out of the bed, screeching. You laughed followed by Namjoon and even Yoongi. You ended up talking for another good part of the night, planning what you’ll do tomorrow. You decided to let Hoseok and Namjoon go to collect the videos, while you and Yoongi were going to do research on this house. You ended up falling asleep on the floor, Namjoon had passed out on the bed in a weird position, Hoseok was sleeping on the (siege), he’ll probably be sore all over in the morning. Yoongi was also on the floor, his head carefully placed on a pillow, he wasn’t that far away from you. You had a dream this night. A weird dream. You saw the house, as flames were everywhere. A woman was standing here, you could only see her back but you understood what she was doing. In her closed fist, was a bloody piece of flesh, she was clenching it screaming things you could not understand. Suddenly everything swung and went completely black. The only light was a little light bulb just above your head. « Burn it ». You turned your head but there was nothing.

« Burn it » Two arms emerged from each side of your head, long black claws clasping around your mouth. The only thing you saw was the woman standing in the light before the monster take you into the abyss. You woke up with the horrible feeling of falling. Yoongi was on his phone, looking at you weirdly. « Are you okay ? -Yeah... » You were breathless, like you just ran a marathon. « I just had a bad dream… -Must have been intense damn… -It was » He kept looking at you, the only light being his phone screen. « You wanna take some fresh air ? -I should, I’ll be right back… -Wait » You heard him get up. It was cold outside, but it felt good against your burning skin. « It wasn’t a dream right ? -I mean… It was… But it was weird. -Did you see the demon ? -Not really. » You didn’t say anything else. You thought that a bit of fresh air would calm you down but it wasn’t working that well. You didn’t know what was happening with you and Yoongi, that tension between the both of you. You were mixed between jumping his bones or strangle him. Which was powerful coming from someone you just met. He put his hand on your forehead. « You’re hot -Thanks » You suddenly wanted to kill yourself. He watched you incredulous. And you did what everyone would do in this situation. You panicked. « I should go back to my room ! It’s late, and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow ! » You tapped his back and entered your room. It took you one hour to go to sleep again, not so much because of the dream, more because you were a fucking dumb ass. You woke up early in the morning and you decided to go in town to get everyone breakfast. It was fairly desert at this hour, even if you were sure it wasn’t crowded any hour of the day. You came back an hour after to find Namjoon outside the room drinking what looked like coffee. « Hey, sleep well ? -I don’t know in what position I fell asleep but fuck that » You laughed. « I went for breakfast ! » His smiled at you and you smiled back. You stayed outside, eating with Namjoon the breakfast you had taken from the city. « What you eating ? » You saw Yoongi’s hand first, as he was aiming for the coffee cup. You didn’t realise his fingers were that long before. You shook your head. « You're leaving soon ? -Yeah the earlier we got the footage the earlier we can analyze them. -Be careful when you are there » you said worried. « Don’t worry about us Y/n, We’ll be fine ! », He patted your hand. You turned around but Yoongi had left. Namjoon and Hoseok left soon after, and you started your research. Yoongi was in their room, and you in yours. You tried to find information on the house but nothing came out very concluding. All you find that was interesting was the fact that there have been witch trial in town centuries ago. Witches have the tendencies to attract demons. And then you remembered the dream from last night. The woman… She could have been a witch. You took a pencil and a paper and started scribbling something. The face of the witch started to appear as you were drawing her. Her slender silhouette becoming more and more recognizable. Once you were done you couldn’t stop yourself and took another piece of paper. This time it wasn’t a woman’s face that appeared this time. No eyes, black charcoal skin, big mouth full of sharp teeth. « Y/n ! Come hurry up we have something ! », Hoseok entered your room suddenly. And indeed they had found something. They had looked at the footage and the camera had registered two moments where they had been movement. The first time was at 11 pm, it was the door of the closet that had opened itself. Nothing too alarming. « It could be anything. » But the second one took you aback. Your heart stopped beating for a moment you thought. As your ayes were widening. It was a silhouette, entering the house. « Y/n are you okay ? » Fuck fuck fuck. « Do you know who this is ? » You opened your mouth but nothing come out. You were too shocked, busy looking at the woman that was in your dream yesterday, walking up the stairs, entering the bedroom and looking for something in the ghost cabinet you had found the pics in yesterday. « Y/n ! Fuck what is it ? » You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She turned around, looking at the camera. There was two black holes at the place of her eyes. She smiled and mouth something before disappearing. « I- I- -What is it ! Talk ! -Yoongi, leave her some space ! » It was Namjoon. « I saw this woman before… -When ? Where ? -Yesterday… In one of my dream… -Your nightmare ? » Yoongi had calm down. You simply nodded, still looking at the screen where you were seeing the woman, still facing the camera. « What nightmare ? Y/n ? -She had a nightmare during yesterday… What was it ?… -This woman… I think I know who she is…. » You stood up suddenly, storming out of the room. When you came back a second after Namjoon was at the door. « Look ». You gave them your drawings. « Fuck, when did you do this ? -When you were gone… I- I couldn’t help but think about it… » Hoseok took the drawing and looked at it. « It’s exactly the same thing. How… Oh, fuck… » He had look at the other drawing. « The fuck is this -It’s what it looks like ? The thing in the house ? -That’s what he showed me at least… -It looks nothing like I’ve seen before… -It’s terrifying, fuck, how do you get rid of this…. » You didn’t feel really good. « I don’t know… -What was happening in your dream ? -The- the house was on fire, and she was standing in front of it… Then everything, it went black, and I was alone. Then » You gulped « something grabbed me and I woke up ». The three of them looked at you. Hoseok looked terrified, Namjoon worried and Yoongi, well you couldn’t tell. « We need to know more about this house, about this town before doing anything else. This must be the key to what is happening. » You all started to do research, Namjoon and you were looking at books, old newspaper, and you didn’t know how but Yoongi had succeeded into finding some of the church archive in town. He said the librarian was nice enough to let him borough them. « You didn’t steal them right ? -No, Namjoon what the fuck » Namjoon still looked suspicious, but the archive were actually pretty useful. It confirmed what you had seen on internet. « So the entire town was infested with witches. And this fucking house ! It was a coven ! -Technically it was an orphanage for young girls… -Sounds like the perfect cover to me. », Hoseok said as he was holding your hand for dear life. You smiled at him. « Not all witch are bad you know, I know some of them that are very nice, some are even my friends. -Are you a witch too ? Oh my god please say no… -No I am not don’t worry. » That’s true you were not a witch. You never perform any sort of witchcraft. Your gift, it was just there since your birth. « I have an idea. Tonight, at midnight, we’ll do what I do best! » You closed your books, smiling at them. « Calling some ghost ». The house was even colder than the day before. You were all sitting in a circle in the living room, Namjoon at your right, Hoseok on your other side, Yoongi in front of you. « No breaking the circle, don’t take anything they are going to say personally. We need to finish the seance before leaving. Is everyone ready ? -Can we ask her question ? -I don’t know if she’ll agree to show herself. To you or to me. Just ask, no insulting question, and we’ll see. -You don’t use a Ouija board ? -Don’t think I need it this time. » You all joined your hand and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath in. « I summon you spirit of this house. I feel you, you are here, and I am asking you to show yourself. » Nothing happened. « Carolina Emilie Steinfield, you tried to contact me before. I am reaching out for you. We need your help. Show yourself. »

The candle blew out under the light wind. You felt Namjoon trembling. You opened your eyes and you saw. In the middle of the circle, she was. « Keep your eyes close » you said as the ghost put her finger in front of her mouth. « Y/n, is she here ? -Hmmm, I don’t know… Just keep your eyes closed... » She was like you saw her in your dream, without the two holes that were puncturing her head on the video. She seemed young, younger than you, soft feature, dark eyes. She touches your head and you saw. It was only snippets of information, flashes in front of your eyes. You saw women, in a circle. Blood. Long claws. And fire. Burn it. Burn it all. « What do you mean ? -Y/n, who are you talking to ? » You couldn’t answer. It was too much for you. But you were understanding. You were seeing. You felt yourself fall. « Y/n ! Fuck wake up ! » You opened your eyes and everything was a blurry mess. You couldn’t talk or move. « What’s happening ? » The flashes had stopped but you were suddenly very tired. « I saw it » you simply said. « Saw what ? », said Yoongi. You could feel his hand on your shoulder, his contact was making you shiver. « The witch, I know... » You blacked out. You woke up in the motel room, Hoseok laying next to you, munching on some french fries. « You’re awake ! Oh my god ! -Y/n ! » Namjoon fell on your other side. You smiled at this. « Damn, please don’t do that again » Yoongi sat on the bed in front of you. He seemed relieved. « What happened ? -You fucking convulsed, I swear I thought you were going to die. -Damn awesome… -At least you didn’t pee yourself… » You slapped Namjoon arm with the strength of a baby. « I saw the witch. -Yeah, we figured that out… -She gave me a vision, this was the first time this happened like this… -What did you see ? -They were indeed a coven. One day they performed a ritual to summon something, but it went wrong. -What is that thing ? -A demon. It has nothing to do with a ghost, it’s way more dangerous. -How do you get rid of this ? An exorcism ? -I don’t think so… The rituals had been done in the living room. When the witch died the demon couldn’t leave, it stayed enslaved in the house. » The voice of the witch was still ringing in your ears. « So ? -She told me to burn it. -Burn the house. -I mean- If you say it like that... » Yoongi seemed to think about something. « That makes sense. Demon can’t go around without being attached to something. If the thing he is attached to disappear he will be forced to go back to where he belongs. -Yeah, that sounds logical. -What about the spirit tho ? -They’ll go away. The demon is forcing them to stay. Once it’ll be gone they’ll go away. -You are sure we are not freeing a demon in the outside world ? -No, I am sure. -That’s true, how can we trust the witch ? They are the one who summoned it. -I don’t think they wanted to summon it, they wanted to bound him to their will. Use it’s power. -Now that they have been slaughtered anyway, they have no interest in keeping the demon here. -Well… I might call the Lincolns, to tell them that we are going to burn their house... » You winced at this. Yoongi had Mister Lincoln on the phone early in the morning, and he told him everything. Mister Lincoln was worried, his wife was still asleep, ever since their departure. You understood that something was wrong. You needed to act as fast as possible. « She is like a coma… This isn’t normal. -It’s the demon, she stayed to long near it. It feed of her for too long. -She is not possessed ? Please tell me she is not… -No I don’t think so. The demon can’t leave the house. » Yoongi laid on the bed. Namjoon and Hoseok were out for food. « Everything, this story… It’s fucking crazy -I know right… I thought I was just going to see some ghost, not an all ass demon coming right from hell. » He snickered at that. « Did you sleep ? » You asked looking at him and seeing he was very tired. « A bit, not enough probably ». You moved on the right side of the bed, making him sign of moving next to you. He looked at you incredulously, before understanding. He was going to refuse, but then he moved toward the spot on the left. He took of his glasses and you threw the cover on him. « I swear you look like a kitten -Shut up… -No really… You cute or whatever ». He groaned and hit you from under the cover. You cried out. « Hey ! I just got possessed by a ghost have mercy ! » He turned around but you could the blush on his cheeks. « Ok kitten, sleep well ». He wanted scream you could see it. But he simply put his head under the cover in embarrassment. You received a call two hours later. You answered, trying not to wake up Yoongi. « Ms. L/n ! » It was Mister Lincoln. « Please, help me, my wife, she- she escaped ! I don’t know where she went ! She took the car and left ! -When did she left? » You looked around you, Namjoon and Hoseok were looking at you. You put him on speaker. « She left just after my previous call. I did not call you right away because I thought she could just have woken up. But when we started looking for her in the house she wasn’t there, the car was gone, I-I don’t know what to do… -I think I know where she is going » Namjoon took his vest and you understood. « She is returning to the house of course ! -Yes she heard us talk about it over the phone, we said we wanted to destroy it. -The Demon is using her. -We have to go, burn this shit down before it’s late » All of you got out the hotel, jumping into the vans, you had no time to take your car. Namjoon was driving, way faster than it was probably authorized but non of you cared. But you couldn’t help but feel bad. In fact, you felt terribly guilty. You were the one who told everyone that there will be no problem. That the demon would not be able to reach her or follow her once she’ll be out of its range. It was your fault.

« Stop sulking, we are here », Yoongi said, not throwing you a single look. He was right, you had to go into action. « Fuck, isn’t it the car they used to leave ? -It is... » You all rushed toward the house to see the door was open. « Shit. -Mrs Lincoln ! It’s Y/n ! Where are you ?! » Nobody answered. « I got it », Hoseok said, two buckets of gasoline in his hands. « We have to find her before we do anything. -We should split. -No ! No, you know what happen when people split in horror movies. They die ! -But we have to hurry ! We’ll go faster if we split in two groups ». Hoseok looked like he was going to faint on the spot. « If you feel slightly bit dizzy or anything get out. You find her, get out of the house. -Please don’t burn the house while we are still inside tho. » Namjoon and Hobi started to look downstairs as you and Yoongi got upstairs. Everything was good, as good as they could be, until you went to the attic. You had not found a trace of Mrs Lincoln presence nowhere upstairs. Namjoon and Hoseok had not called for you one bit, meaning that they didn’t found her either. She was necessarily in this house, you’ll find her. The attic was dark, but strangely clean. No dusty boxes, no spiders. It was empty and it was even more terrifying like that. « Y/n ». You turned around. Yoongi was looking at his feet, seemingly breathless. « Are you okay ? -You know when you spoke about feeling dizzy ? » He looked at you, and it was like a fire started consuming you. You needed to run, to get out of here right now. But as the last string of logic was passing you didn’t want to leave at all. « What is happening Y/n ? » He was suddenly so close to you. His breath on your face, as you were feeling the heat of his skin against yours. « You look so cute », it really, really wasn’t the moment to say that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He kissed you, roughly, feeling you return the passion just as hard. Your tongues met twisting around each other before you started nipping with your teeth. What was going on ? Why were you suddenly making out with the cute guy you literally met two days ago ? Why were you unable to move except for moving forward toward his body, to feel him more. You cried out when Yoongi suddenly bit your neck, and your hips trusted against his, rubbing against his thigh. You had never felt this way before. It was only this primal desire to feel him, to be with him. It was more powerful than anything. You could feel it, against your thigh, how hard he was. He was in the same state as you. « Fuck. What’s going on ? » You were lost, but just the thought of Yoongi pressing against your thigh like that made you wetter and wetter. Feeling like he wanted you, it was everything. Your brain was so slow, it was impossible for you to think, you were just able to feel Yoongi. It was the only thing that mattered. Already, you were able to imagine him remorselessly plunging into you, thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp, moan and call out. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips forward again, rubbing up against Yoongi’s erection, turning him on even more. It felt good, you made him feel so good. He was like drunk in everything that was you. Your scent, your voice, your eyes the way you were rubbing on his cock. It felt so good even through the fabric of his pants. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, and it solicited something inside you. You bit his neck hard, and he felt like he could cum on the spot. He pushed you back, and you fell on the wooden floor. He would have felt guilty but you didn’t seem to mind for one bit. And honestly, looking at you from his spot, above you, as you were laying on the floor, your hair scattered around your head, your eyes closed, your lips red and bitten. He was unable to feel sorry about anything. He never saw anything that was as beautiful as you. You were sultry and dangerous. So fucking dangerous. He couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. But hell, he didn't want to. He wanted to take you, right here, on the floor of this damned house. He wanted you to scream. He pressed another bruising kiss to your lips, and you moaned up against him. « Please » you demanded, kicking him off of you. « I don't want your kisses, »You pleaded. Yoongi's eyes darkened, but he knew you were right. He didn't want yours, either, at least not only that. You both wanted something else and you were going to have it. He placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Your hands reached down, and quickly you undid the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his thighs. You struggled with his boxer before he decided to help you to take them off. His cock stood erect between the two of you, thick and throbbing. You looked down at it, and a small moan escape your lips. « You want it right ? », Yoongi asked. No more words were spoken, you simply nodded eagerly. He smirked and it was his turn. He didn’t take the time to take off your dress. He pushed you on your back, his hands grabbing your dress collar and ripping it apart. You gasped, as if him taking off your clothes was making you able to breathe again. He pushed your long dress up your thighs, exposing you to the cool air. Your underwear was thrown somewhere where it won’t bother you. Placing one of his hands on your thighs, he pulled your legs apart, looking down between them. You were wet, so wet, your pink folds glistening. He wanted to eat you up, fucking devour you. But he couldn’t. He needed it right now. It was stronger than his will. He positioned himself between your legs. Yoongi grabbed your hips so hard, it will bruise but fuck every time he was touching you, you were like set on fire. He trusted up into you, making you moan throwing your head backward in pleasure. You couldn’t help it but wrap tightly your legs around his back to keep him closer. He trusted inside you hard, his mouth in your neck. In and out he pistoned, filling you with his member. You were like two animals, the only thing that was important was the feeling, the electricity running through you, the heat of the contact. The pressure was building between your legs as his thickness filled you over and over, as your scream were starting to get louder and louder. You were arching your back, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He took you in his arm, and he sat on his calves, you on top of him. Your thighs were burning from the movement but you couldn’t help but move up and down and it was magnificent as he was hitting just the right spot. His cock was curving into your upper wall, making you moan and writhe. It was making you see stars before your eyes and lips parted and legs trembling. Yoongi held strongly to you, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. It was like you had put a spell on him, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough of you, and he could never. He couldn’t think clearly, but a small part of his mind was telling him that he could deny everything he wanted later, it would never be the same anymore. He was the one making you moan and writhe, and he couldn't help but feel good, proud about it. You cried out sharply when he pushed you hard against the floor. He wanted more, faster. He pounded into you, making you scream. He kissed you, and you felt something. Something else than just the burning, sick passion, borderline obsession that was overwhelming you. You didn’t resist, savoring his taste. « What are you doing to me -Yoongi, fuck- -Yes, Y/n, I feel it baby- » Your nails bit into his arms. He pushed himself as deep inside you as he could, as if he wanted you to feel him, feel him so deep inside you, to leave his mark. Right now you felt like you’ll never be able to be satisfied by anything and anyone else in your life. When it will stop you’ll be left sad and empty. Yoongi was feeling the same but you wet and warm, surrounding his cock was feeling so good that he wasn’t able to overthink this. You loved the feeling, too. The pressure was so great between your legs, so intense. You were clenching without knowing, and you felt like you could come at any second. But it was far away, out of reach but still so close. You were teetering on the edge, almost about to climax. Almost about to release all of your built up tension and stress and rage. About to scream. He leaned in close to you, so that your lips were brushing together. Yoongi’s arms tightened around your back, pulling you closer to him until your body was crushed up against his. Your nerves were turning to fire within your body, and you felt yourself throbbing around him. And then you reached your climax, and it crashed in waves inside your body. You screamed your eyes wide open. On the ceiling, here it was. Black, long tongue pending out of this mouth now full of theeth. It was smiling at you. Yoongi came after that. He released every every bit of himself inside you, as his orgasm took his body completely and a roar was torn from his throat. His hips began to still. « Stop sulking, we are here », Yoongi said, not throwing you a single look. He was right, you had to go into action. « Fuck, isn’t it the car they used to leave ? -It is... » You all rushed toward the house to see the door was open. « Shit. -Mrs Lincoln ! It’s Y/n ! Where are you ?! » Nobody answered. « I got it », Hoseok said, two buckets of gasoline in his hands. « We have to find her before we do anything. -We should split. -No ! No, you know what happen when people split in horror movies. They die ! -But we have to hurry ! We’ll go faster if we split in two groups ». Hoseok looked like he was going to faint on the spot. « If you feel slightly bit dizzy or anything get out. You find her, get out of the house. -Please don’t burn the house while we are still inside tho. » Namjoon and Hobi started to look downstairs as you and Yoongi got upstairs. Everything was good, as good as they could be, until you went to the attic. You had not found a trace of Mrs Lincoln presence nowhere upstairs. Namjoon and Hoseok had not called for you one bit, meaning that they didn’t found her either. She was necessarily in this house, you’ll find her. The attic was dark, but strangely clean. No dusty boxes, no spiders. It was empty and it was even more terrifying like that. « Y/n ». You turned around. Yoongi was looking at his feet, seemingly breathless. « Are you okay ? -You know when you spoke about feeling dizzy ? » He looked at you, and it was like a fire started consuming you. You needed to run, to get out of here right now. But as the last string of logic was passing you didn’t want to leave at all. « What is happening Y/n ? » He was suddenly so close to you. His breath on your face, as you were feeling the heat of his skin against yours. « You look so cute », it really, really wasn’t the moment to say that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He kissed you, roughly, feeling you return the passion just as hard. Your tongues met twisting around each other before you started nipping with your teeth. What was going on ? Why were you suddenly making out with the cute guy you literally met two days ago ? Why were you unable to move except for moving forward toward his body, to feel him more. You cried out when Yoongi suddenly bit your neck, and your hips trusted against his, rubbing against his thigh. You had never felt this way before. It was only this primal desire to feel him, to be with him. It was more powerful than anything. You could feel it, against your thigh, how hard he was. He was in the same state as you. « Fuck. What’s going on ? » You were lost, but just the thought of Yoongi pressing against your thigh like that made you wetter and wetter. Feeling like he wanted you, it was everything. Your brain was so slow, it was impossible for you to think, you were just able to feel Yoongi. It was the only thing that mattered. Already, you were able to imagine him remorselessly plunging into you, thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp, moan and call out. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips forward again, rubbing up against Yoongi’s erection, turning him on even more. It felt good, you made him feel so good. He was like drunk in everything that was you. Your scent, your voice, your eyes the way you were rubbing on his cock. It felt so good even through the fabric of his pants. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, and it solicited something inside you. You bit his neck hard, and he felt like he could cum on the spot. He pushed you back, and you fell on the wooden floor. He would have felt guilty but you didn’t seem to mind for one bit. And honestly, looking at you from his spot, above you, as you were laying on the floor, your hair scattered around your head, your eyes closed, your lips red and bitten. He was unable to feel sorry about anything. He never saw anything that was as beautiful as you. You were sultry and dangerous. So fucking dangerous. He couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. But hell, he didn't want to. He wanted to take you, right here, on the floor of this damned house. He wanted you to scream. He pressed another bruising kiss to your lips, and you moaned up against him. « Please » you demanded, kicking him off of you. « I don't want your kisses, »You pleaded. Yoongi's eyes darkened, but he knew you were right. He didn't want yours, either, at least not only that. You both wanted something else and you were going to have it. He placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Your hands reached down, and quickly you undid the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his thighs. You struggled with his boxer before he decided to help you to take them off. His cock stood erect between the two of you, thick and throbbing. You looked down at it, and a small moan escape your lips. « You want it right ? », Yoongi asked. No more words were spoken, you simply nodded eagerly. He smirked and it was his turn. He didn’t take the time to take off your dress. He pushed you on your back, his hands grabbing your dress collar and ripping it apart. You gasped, as if him taking off your clothes was making you able to breathe again. He pushed your long dress up your thighs, exposing you to the cool air. Your underwear was thrown somewhere where it won’t bother you. Placing one of his hands on your thighs, he pulled your legs apart, looking down between them. You were wet, so wet, your pink folds glistening. He wanted to eat you up, fucking devour you. But he couldn’t. He needed it right now. It was stronger than his will. He positioned himself between your legs. Yoongi grabbed your hips so hard, it will bruise but fuck every time he was touching you, you were like set on fire. He trusted up into you, making you moan throwing your head backward in pleasure. You couldn’t help it but wrap tightly your legs around his back to keep him closer. He trusted inside you hard, his mouth in your neck. In and out he pistoned, filling you with his member. You were like two animals, the only thing that was important was the feeling, the electricity running through you, the heat of the contact. The pressure was building between your legs as his thickness filled you over and over, as your scream were starting to get louder and louder. You were arching your back, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He took you in his arm, and he sat on his calves, you on top of him. Your thighs were burning from the movement but you couldn’t help but move up and down and it was magnificent as he was hitting just the right spot. His cock was curving into your upper wall, making you moan and writhe. It was making you see stars before your eyes and lips parted and legs trembling. Yoongi held strongly to you, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. It was like you had put a spell on him, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough of you, and he could never. He couldn’t think clearly, but a small part of his mind was telling him that he could deny everything he wanted later, it would never be the same anymore. He was the one making you moan and writhe, and he couldn't help but feel good, proud about it. You cried out sharply when he pushed you hard against the floor. He wanted more, faster. He pounded into you, making you scream. He kissed you, and you felt something. Something else than just the burning, sick passion, borderline obsession that was overwhelming you. You didn’t resist, savoring his taste. « What are you doing to me -Yoongi, fuck- -Yes, Y/n, I feel it baby- » Your nails bit into his arms. He pushed himself as deep inside you as he could, as if he wanted you to feel him, feel him so deep inside you, to leave his mark. Right now you felt like you’ll never be able to be satisfied by anything and anyone else in your life. When it will stop you’ll be left sad and empty. Yoongi was feeling the same but you wet and warm, surrounding his cock was feeling so good that he wasn’t able to overthink this. You loved the feeling, too. The pressure was so great between your legs, so intense. You were clenching without knowing, and you felt like you could come at any second. But it was far away, out of reach but still so close. You were teetering on the edge, almost about to climax. Almost about to release all of your built up tension and stress and rage. About to scream. He leaned in close to you, so that your lips were brushing together. Yoongi’s arms tightened around your back, pulling you closer to him until your body was crushed up against his. Your nerves were turning to fire within your body, and you felt yourself throbbing around him. And then you reached your climax, and it crashed in waves inside your body. You screamed your eyes wide open. On the ceiling, here it was. Black, long tongue pending out of this mouth now full of theeth. It was smiling at you. Yoongi came after that. He released every every bit of himself inside you, as his orgasm took his body completely and a roar was torn from his throat. His hips began to still.