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monster fucking march 6 - demonic beings (yoonjinseok)
im trying to cut it short with this one!! i always get os caught up in the build up. anyone can feel free to add to this if they want!! maybe i will eventually, but for now this is it. hope you still enjoy! this reminds me of another fic i wrote sometime last year.
tags: demon yoongi , demon hoseok , human seokjin , hunting , public space, devotee seokjin , temptation , chubby seokjin , hoseok has a double dick
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Yoongi loved the smell of clubs. Filled to the bruin with people, reeking of sweat, desperation and lust… It makes his insides churn in hungern as he skims the people making their way through the packed place. He can allow himself to be picky, Yoongi is used to claiming what he wants. Poor men and women falling for his charms, leaving them a delirious mess; knowing fully well they won’t be able to ever forget about him no matter how hard they try.
Helpless to be obsessed with Yoongi for the rest of their miserable lives.
He never did this as a way to get new followers. But a few more devotees never hurt.
A figure catches his attention, angelically handsome features, plump lips and strong eyebrows, entire body softened all over with fat, making its way through the crowded bar. Yoongi is unable to keep his eyes off, the way his body shifts and clings to the tight clothes, hips and chubby sides squeezing in between the mob of people. Softened edges making his concentrated pout look even more innocent, lips parted and breathing just slightly agitated. Skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, that everyone seems to be having in the cramped oven they call a club. But only does this mortal’s skin glisten ethereally.
The stranger looks out of his element. And maybe that's what draws Yoongi even more. The innocence in his eyes as he makes his way through, handsome features contrasted with the utter timidnes with which he moves through the crowd.
This one is his.
Yoongi begins to stand up from the stool he had taken as refuge for his people-watching. But once he does, his excited expression drops at the sight of a familiar face staring at the same mortal.
What’s Hoseok doing here?
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Hoseok has been hunting Seokjin for weeks now, appearing in his unconscious, manifesting himself in his room. Terrifying him not with his sudden intrusions, but with whispered promises of letting go of control, of giving into everything he knows Seokjin wants. Slowly working his way through the human’s weak attempts of self control. He’s already sabotaged Seokjin’s multiple attempts at dieting, even if he still has to get the human to stop trying at all.
He supposes the tug and pull is fun. There are some victories though, like how he convinced Seokjin to come to the club at all. Giving him the perfect chance to show himself to Seokjin as a real “person”, where he’ll really be able to get his way with him.
Already licking his lips in anticipation, Hoseok begins to follow the human; unaware of anything around him as his sight zeroes on Seokjin. Until he bumps into something.
Someone.
“Stay away from my human.” Yoongi growls with a finger poking the center of Hoseok's chest.
“Excuse me?” He looks down at the succubus with little interest. “Get lost, Yoongi.” He mumbles guiding him out of the way before he continues to walk towards his prey. But, as their history fighting against one another has proven, the smaller devil proves to be hard to get rid off.
“I got my eye on him first.” He argues walking behind Hoseok. He lost sight of Seokjin, great.
“No you didn’t.” Not even turning around to respond, he adds. “I’ve been hunting him for months now.”
“That long?” Yoongi’s shock is palpable even through his voice.
“Some of us like to put in the work.” The roll of his eyes is inevitable.
“Or maybe, some of us struggle getting people to give in?” That suggestion makes Hoseok halt in his steps, people trying to squeeze their way around them as he turns to Yooongi. Already rearing himself to argue back, only more rageful by the sight of Yoongi’s smug expression. “I’ll help you.” He shrugs it off like he is doing a favor to Hoseok, instead of actively sabotaging his hard efforts.
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What is he doing here?
Seokjin doesn’t even know why he thought this was going to be a good idea. He could be anywhere else.
He could be at home. Doing anything else but wandering awkwardly through the mass of strangers. Feeling watched and insecure.
Though, to be fair, he has been feeling observed in most places lately. And that's no good, because it makes him feeling anxious. And Seokjin eats when he’s anxious. Even right now he mourns the fact that he paid entry to a place that doesn’t serve any food, even if he knows it would go against his diet.
It's been particularly hard to resist temptation these days.
He’s making his way through pressed to the wall of the cramped club; only place where he is able to find some air. Already making his mind about just going home, before two dainty hands caress up his hips; halting him in his steps.
“Seokjinnie…” The familiarity of the voice sends shivers down his spine even in the heated enclosure of the club. “I almost lost you.” Purring seductive and with a slim torso that presses against his chubby back. Seokjin doesn’t have to turn to know, he’s heard this voice so many times. Has seen this man too many times.
“I–I think you’re mistaking me f-for someone else.” He can only hope his excuses are not shaky enough to fade into the blaring music. The contexts make it so no one bats an eye at the strangers pressing obscenely to one another.
The man’s lips brush against the shell of his ear as he speaks. “Don’t lie to me.” Even if he can feel the smile spread, it doesn't make his warning any less frightening. “Say my name, baby,”
“I–I don’t know you.” Seokjin lies through his teeth trying to get away. “Leave me alone, please.” It doesn't help him sound any more assertive. He can’t take another step before another body presses to the softness of his front.
“I’ve heard so much about you.” An actual stranger looks up to him with a sickeningly sweet smile. Sinfully delicate features with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You wouldn't leave before the actual fun starts, right, Seokjin-ah?” His big bony hands caress shamelessly up the curve of his belly, grazing his puffy moobs before they wrap around Seokjin’s neck. He can’t help the way his breathing shivers.
It's been so long.
“Bet you’re hungry.” Hoseok whispers. His own more delicate hands let thin fingers sink into the dents of his rolls. Raking them making the entirety of his middle bounce. Somehow, that suggestion makes Seokjin panic even more. Every time he’s doing a little too well in his weight loss journey, Hoseok appears. Tempting him with the promise of hedonism and pleasure.
In the end, it's Seokjin by himself ruining his progress. Hoseok’s never appeared to him like this; could never touch Seokjin, showing him the pleasure he could feel. Him and… Whoever this guy is.
“I-I’m on a diet.” The stranger’s smile doesn’t falter.
“Hoseok has all your favorites, though.” Strong bony fingers sink into the knots of shoulders, Seokjin’s expression melting against his will. “You really shouldn’t restrain yourself, Seokjin-ah…” The tone of the mystical stranger’s voice sounds so knowing; like he sees right through him.
“In more than one way too.” Hoseok whispers against his ear, pressing his hips gently to the crest of his hefty ass. Tight stretched jeans barely enough of a layer to protect Seokjin from the feeling of Hoseok’s abnormal bulge, sinking between his cheeks. Two hard ons clearly pressing behind him, making him shiver as his heart halts.
It's really… really been so long.
“We’ll take care of you.” Hoseok whispers, the stranger sinking impossibly closer into the gentle curve of his belly; sandwiching him under their undivided attention.
“O—Okay.”
#monster fucking march#demonic beings#demon yoongi#demon hoseok#human seokjin#chubby seokjin#temptation#public space
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Secret Story of the Swan
one shot (a shorter one)
summary: You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands.
genre: yandere, poly, mates au, bts au, hybrid au, mafia?au,
pairing: hybrid mafia bts x human reader
main masterlist // one shot masterlist
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You had spent mere minutes, hours even, trying to figure out how you had even managed to get into the position you were in.
It didn’t make sense.
One second you were dipping your toes into the water streaming down the bank, and the next you were pushed into the ground, lips nipping at your neck and tongue soothing the sting. You could hear thunder rolling in, the vibrations felt from within the ground as you laid against the underbrush.
“Jungkook! Did you find the –” Someone to the right ran up to you and the now-named man, his voice cutting off probably as soon as he caught sight of your…predicament. You couldn’t see anything past the riverbank to your left and the mane of fluffy, curly hair blocking the rest.
The man, Jungkook, kept licking at the part of your neck that connects to your shoulder, sometimes even dipping low enough to tongue at your collarbone. And for some reason, you didn’t mind, even relaxing into his touch. Like your body knew there was no danger present.
The large shirt you were wearing was now hanging off you shoulder, convenient enough for Jungkook but annoying for you as you could feel the twigs digging into the skin of your back. Your athletic shorts were clinging and digging into your thighs and butt as Jungkook pressed against you.
“Okay Jungkook, I think she’s been scented enough.” The same unseen man called out again, his voice much closer this time, probably only a few feet away as Jungkook mumbled something before slowly peeling himself off of you.
He didn’t leave your body entirely, his hands maneuvering you so you ended up in his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs so your feet were behind him, uncomfortably bent as your heels dug into the ground to give you some kind of grounding. His hands were splayed against your back, holding you to him and preventing you from leaving.
You were quiet as you turned your head to see the other man, the one who coaxed Jungkook off of you. He stood tall as he watched you, his eyes narrowing slightly before you noticed the slight uptick in his lip. Your attention went to his broad shoulders as he moved forward even more, now close enough where he could place his hand on Jungkook’s head, digging his fingers into the man’s hair.
A shudder ran through Jungkook’s body as Jin began to scratch at his ears, his leg wanting to shake from the pleasure alone. Jungkook and Jin had gone for a walk when Jungkook had caught the scent of another mate, the scent of soft lavender and crisp pine had called to him even from the other side of the small forest outside of Lake Cedar, the small town that became the nearest resting stop for visitors to the large mountain twenty-five miles ahead.
They lived at the base of the mountain, the two along with their pack had lived on the other side of the forest for years, not entirely good with human presence but accepting enough to help the random hiker every now and again.
You, however, were something different, something the swan hybrid couldn’t figure out. You scent smelt entirely too much of the forest, and your lack of material items meant you weren’t one of the normal hikers who ventured too far off the path.
Jin couldn’t help but watch as you tried to wipe Jungkook’s saliva off of your neck, the slightest bout of irritation moving up his spine. He would need to have you scented again, he thought. He couldn’t have you trying to leave without you smelling of nothing but his pack. Of him.
He was quick to put on a friendly face, smiling big as he crouched low to the ground, moving so he was face to face with you.
“I’m sorry ‘bout him. We couldn’t let a mate leave without meeting them first.” His words were vague enough to make you curious, but enough to create some rapport with you. He needed to build even the slightest amount of trust with you if he were to convince you to stay.
You had heard the word mate before, usually attributed to wolves who you know mate for life. Your brother had taught you enough to be wary of everything, including nice words coming from handsome men. Despite the less-than-ideal childhood you received, you couldn’t find anything within yourself that screamed ‘danger’ as you let Jungkook pick you up and begin to carry you.
Hybrids were not new to the world. They had existed almost as long as humans had, despite some people’s wishes to make you believe differently. Their animal like instincts and animalistic features separated them with a single glance. And despite growing up with them, going to school and having your best friend be a gazelle hybrid, there were some things that you as a human were not privy to know.
Mates were something to be held close to home. The only humans who knew of their existence were those who were mated to a hybrid. Jin knew this, as did the rest of his pack, and he had no problem telling you what was going on.
You were beginning to shake from the cold, the weather seemingly changing the second your small trio came upon the large cabin at the base of the mountain. You were in awe, your mouth open as your eyes scanned the property.
“You know, I should really be getting back home. I was only supposed to be on a quick jog.” You spoke up, getting a rumble from Jungkook, his mouth moving back to your shoulder and giving your skin a nip as he held you tighter. You narrowed your eyes at his actions, the shock wearing off as you tried to get out of the hybrid’s arms.
He wouldn’t relent as he carried you inside the large building, his hand staying on your waist despite your attempts to remove his arm, only receiving small growls in response.
“Please, why don’t you sit down? Is there anything we can get you? Water or a snack perhaps?” Jin spoke so sweetly, like his tongue was laced with crack as he floundered forward, gesturing to the large sofa that sat to your left. You couldn’t help but to just nod your head, moving to sit on the edge of the couch cushion.
You watched Jungkook leave the room, moving somewhere beyond your sight but you could still hear his footsteps. You looked back to Jin, his smile saccharine as he kept his eyes on you.
He resembled princes of the past as he sat in the table on front of you, legs poise and back straight.
You wanted to decline every offer he threw your way, despite the comfortability you felt in his presence. Your mind was telling you to leave, eyes seeing red flag after red flag, horror movie-esque, but your body was relaxing into the cushions.
You could see his lips moving, the small smile to his lips as he spoke, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how your body reacted to his presence. You couldn’t do anything about the calm feeling you felt, despite the horror moving throughout your brain. You couldn’t help but feel he was doing something unseen to you.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, a little concern lacing your own words as your body moved against you. He just quirked his eyebrow, a small uptick to his lip as he leaned forward.
“What are you talking about? I was just asking you whether you liked the couch? You seem to be relaxing into it?” If eyes were the window to the soul, you knew you were looking into the soul of something inhumane. You couldn’t explain it, but the unwavering glances and the inept smile had you wanting to pull back.
“Jin? What is that delicious smell—Oh, hello there.” You turned your head to see a man with a long, black tail coming around the corner, eyes locked on you as you sat further back into the cushion. Another hybrid. You wondered if this was a pack den you had just unknowingly been led to.
The panther had long-ish black hair, curly at the tips and fluffy in its entirety. You could just barely make out the black ears at the top of his head. He was lean and quiet on his feet, moving to sit right next to you.
“Yoongi, this is our dearest mate. Jungkook smelt her out as we were on our walk.” The look in Jin’s eyes as he talked to the new man had you second guessing his words. You knew when someone was lying, plain as day. You dealt with it every single day and you could tell just by the way he spoke; this man was up to no good.
“I see. Well, welcome home. The others are in the nest but should be out soon once they smell the sweet lavender.” Others? You had decided you had enough, not playing along anymore with their seemingly innocent act. You knew something was going on and you wanted to leave before you were stuck.
“I really do need to get—” You gasped out as you had fallen back onto the couch, your legs giving out from under you. You looked up again only for Jin to be standing in front of you, his hands on his hips as he coos.
It seemed his plan was working, so far.
They had known about you for weeks, had smelt your lavender and pine while out scoping the market. Namjoon had to hold Jimin and Jungkook back from jumping you then and there. You were human and this would take a little while for you to understand, no matter your own knowledge about hybrids.
However, Jin’s pack was different. Each of them had their own little…gift. Jin was the mastermind… who would ever think a graceful swan could cause such a ruckus? Jungkook was the brawn, getting them out of sticky situations and taking out “difficulties” whenever they saw fit. Yoongi was quiet on his feet, good for observing and bringing back information.
The others were not needed for this specific plan, given the sensitivity of this mission.
Jin’s own pheromones were enhanced to create body relaxing pheromones, and depending on the person, could cause full paralysis or simple weakness. He could change it at will which is why you went from being relaxed to paralyzed in seconds. He could see the fear in your eyes. Could see the cogs in your brain working overtime.
He knew you were observant, but he was surprised you were catching onto everything so quickly. You would be perfect in the business once they had you trained. Maybe Jimin would be the one to train you, he thought.
“Oh baby, don’t be scared. We will take care of you.” His pushed his calming pheromones out, the normal mate ones, as he moved forward to lift you in his arms. He could feel his wings scratching at his shirt, wanting to break free and wrap around you, keeping you hidden from the world.
You had tears in your eyes as you were lifted into Jin’s arms. You wanted to scream, demand for them to let you go, but you couldn’t walk and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch once again. You felt like you did when Jungkook had brought you to the ground. Like nothing was wrong.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moved as well, kissing Jin sweetly on the lips before moving to place one on yours, his lips soft as they moved against yours, his hand cupping your cheek to turn your head to face him. “Maybe we should bring her to the nest, I think she could use some cuddling.”
Yeah, you thought. That sounded like a good idea. Cuddles were always nice. You didn’t even wonder why they were bringing you into their nest, something no one outside for a pack was to ever see, nor did you question it.
They did say you were their mate, you thought, so it would make sense as to why they would bring you to their nest. You hoped it was comfy, with lots of soft blankets.
You blinked away a tear, confused on why you were crying in the first place. You could feel something in your mind trying to push its way to the front, but another breath in through your nose and it was gone.
“Do you wanna go to the nest, darling? Our other mates are in there. I’m sure they would love to give you some cuddles while Yoongi and I talk, hhmm?” Jin asked, knowing you were already under. He smiled bright at the small nod you gave him, a loopy smile on your lips as you move your head to nuzzle against his chest.
You opened your eyes next when you felt yourself being placed onto a soft cloud. Murmurs and whispers heard but ignored as you turned on your side to cuddle into the warmth on your right.
There were four people in this large bed, covered in blankets and pillows. No clothing was in sight and you briefly wondered why before the thought left your head. You felt safe and you felt happy. That was all that mattered.
“Alrighty, now I want you to help make our baby mate nice and warm. She was feeling a little cold earlier.” Jin spoke to his mates, seeing each one nod as they were already moving your way. His sharp tone was giving the real message: “keep her in the nest.”
Jimin was the first to reach you, his lips already on yours. His kiss was soft and slow, trying to elicit response. He had been waiting for weeks to be able to have you in his arms. He knew his hyungs would bring you to him, that he had to be patient.
However, patience was not his strong suit.
He tugged you underneath him, hiding your clothed body with his own, bare skin brushing against cotton as he pressed himself against you. He held you to him, moving his cheek and chin along your neck and shoulders, scenting you.
They all agreed to wait a little bit before mating you, so this was the most he was allowed to let his instincts run. He felt your arms slowly move up to his neck, curling around so you were holding onto him.
“You like when we scent you, baby?” The man’s tone was sweet but held a teasing lilt as he pulled away a little. You whined at the distance, bringing him back down to you.
“I think she does, Jiminie.” You felt the bed move and warmth now enveloping you from all sides. “Don’t you, baby girl.” You can feel yourself nod, your vision was hazy at best and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. You felt that you didn’t have any control of your actions, but decided your body obviously knew what was best right now.
“Joonie, I think Jin might have pushed too much. She is so out of it right now.”
“It’s okay Taehyung. Jin already said that she was fighting it. She kept wanting to leave.” Namjoon had heard the small struggle you were having, wanting nothing more than to run to you and help calm you down, but he knew the plan. They were to wait in the nest, scent the blankets, and wait for Jin to bring you in.
They all knew how the outside world could be, the seven of them victims in more ways than one. They wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and the humans you resided with were not that. Plus, who would know you better than your own mates?
You must have felt the same, in Namjoon’s mind, your eyes closed and your breathing soft and slow. You had fallen asleep under Jimin’s scenting, making the python hybrid extremely happy.
They knew you would be aware in the morning, once Jin’s pheromones wore off, but they would deal with that then. For now, they were content to scent you and hold you in their arms, in the safety of their nest.
#bts au#bts#bts dark au#bts yandere#bts mafia au#bts hybrid#bts hybrid au#bts one shot#bts polyamory#bts poly#bts poly!au#bts poly au#bts poly!#bts x reader#poly!bts x reader#hybrid bts#human reader#part 1#swan seokjin#python jimin#panther yoongi#labrador jungkook#secret story of the swan#ssots bts#purpleyoonn
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i want to go to the other side of earth, holding your hand to put an end to this winter
how much should my longings fall like snow before the days of spring return, friend? // spring 2024
#i have spent most of my limited free time and motivation these past few weeks making this#i wanted to finish it for the equinox but oh well happy spring#this gift to humanity turns 7 this year thats crazy#de hyacinth#art#bts#bts posting#spring day#bts spring day#jimin#jin#jhope#park jimin#kim seokjin#jung hoseok#bts fanart#painting#digital painting#digital art
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Eternal
pairing: vampire!seokjin x f. human!reader
genre: friends to lovers, vampire au, smut [18+]
summary: After a night out with coworkers, you call your best friend, Seokjin, to come to the rescue. He has no problem flashing his fangs to get you home safe.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: cursing, alcohol use/mention, jealous!seokjin, biting, blood drinking, seokjin lifts reader a few times with his vampire strength, scratching, hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, implied masturbation, BD!Jin, creampie
date: December 4, 2022
Regret is a funny thing, isn’t it? Something usually has to happen first before you can regret it. You regret not wearing comfy shoes on your night out; you regret getting tipsy, and you regret calling your best friend Seokjin tonight.
However, being your best friend, Seokjin shows up at the bar you’re at. His eyes are frantic as he pushes past the bouncer, too concerned over you to care about the meaty hands grabbing at his biceps. A firm glare from him has the bouncer releasing him.
Seokjin knows his heart would thunder in his chest if it still beat, but right now it sits still in his ribcage, frozen long ago. Seokjin’s fairly tall and with you wearing heels, he’s able to spot you as you laugh with a strange man who leans too close to you. The man throws his head back with a laugh, exposing his neck and for a moment, Seokjin thinks about ripping his throat to shreds with his fangs, but right now you’re his primary concern.
What could possibly be so hilarious? Seokjin had been your best friend for a little over a year, and no offense, you weren’t that funny. Besides, it’s not like he hid his crush from you, or your very obvious crush on him. In fact, he had asked you out for the following night, so seeing you here at a bar with Sir Laughs-A-Lot felt like a stake through the heart.
With long strides, Seokjin walks up to you, cutting Laughs-A-Lot off with a sneer as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. You’re not surprised by the touch, recognizing its familiarity and moving closer until his firm chest is pressed to your back. You nearly nuzzle into his neck when he places a large palm on your hip. It sends a shiver down your spine.
Seokjin eyes the man, eyes hard as he scoffs. “Baby, ready to go?”
The pet name makes your cheeks spike with heat. “Definitely.”
You turn to the man whose name you don’t even remember. “It was nice meeting you.”
Intimidated by your glaring best friend, the man nods before scurrying out of your proximity. Okay, Seokjin may have flashed his fangs at him, but you didn’t need to know that!
“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask as you turn to face Seokjin. He ignores you for a moment, waving at the bartender, who rushes over to him. A dazzling smile appears on his lips, only dimming when he sees Seokjin’s hand move to your lower back, nearly on your ass.
“Close her tab, please,” The bartender nods, star-struck by how melodic Seokjin’s voice is. Feeling pity for the man, Seokjin winks at him, and that has him rushing to close your tab, handing Seokjin your card. He signs for you as you kiss his cheek before he’s lacing his fingers with yours to lead you out of the bar.
Once in his car, you ask him again how he knew you were there with a pout on your lips.
“You called me, baby. Remember?” he asks as he pulls into traffic, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh after moving your dress upward a bit to feel your warmth under his icy palm. You shiver but place your hand on top of his to keep him there.
“I must have,” you answer. “Thank you for coming. I can always count on you.”
Seokjin smiles, looking over at you for a moment. “Always.”
He brings your hand to his lips, kissing them before driving the rest of the way to your apartment, where you invite him in.
While you shower and change into pajamas, Seokjin grabs you a bottle of water and heads to your bedroom. He changes out of his clothes into his stash of pajamas he has in your dresser.
When you join him in your bed, he’s not surprised to see you in one of his oversized sweatshirts. You look so cute, he can’t seem to ask for it back. Instead, he holds you close, fangs threatening to appear when he gets a whiff of your scent.
Seokjin hands you the bottle of water. The cap is already loose, so you don’t have to struggle to get it open like usual. You thank him, drinking half of it before you’re handing it back to him to set on your nightstand.
Like usual, your lamp is on and dimmed on the nightstand, your blackout curtains drawn shut, velcroed to the wall to keep them from moving, and most importantly, to keep the morning light out when the sun rises. Seokjin will just have to spend the day with you indoors tomorrow until the sun sets and he’s able to go home.
Not like either of you minds though.
“Thank you for coming to get me,” you whisper as you cuddle into his side, his arms wrapping around you. “I’d been drinking water by the time you showed up. My coworkers left to do their own thing and then that guy came over and I didn’t know how to tell him to leave.”
“I flashed my fangs at him,” Seokjin grins. You slap his chest playfully. “I thought he got a little pale when he left.”
“His heart was racing,” Seokjin licks his lips, the thought of drinking his blood clouding his eyes.
“Are you thirsty?” you ask him, meeting his gaze.
“Are you offering?” He responds with a raised brow and a heated gaze that sends a tingle down your spine.
You answer him by taking off the sweatshirt you’ve stolen from him, remaining in just a pair of panties.
Seokjin’s breath gets caught in his throat, admiring your body, and his fangs elongate when you tilt your head to the side to expose more of your neck. He leans closer, his lips barely brushing your skin as his hands grip your hips. The pounding of your heart is music to his ears and his fangs scrape against your skin.
“Fuck,” you sigh, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he easily maneuvers you onto his lap, his hand gripping your hair to hold you in place as he presses a kiss to your skin. “Seokjin.”
Seokjin smirks, licking his lips when you grip his biceps and his plush lips suck on your neck for a moment before his fangs sink into you.
“Oh, fuck baby,” Jin groans, swallowing a mouthful of blood. He sinks his fangs in deeper, grunting when your hips grind down on his, moaning when you meet his erection. Your soft whines turn him on further, lost in your essence as he feeds from you.
Blood dribbles from the opening his fangs have made and Seokjin pulls away from you, mesmerized by the burgundy rivulets that flow down your neck toward your breasts. Your chest rises and falls as you pant, licking your lips when you notice Seokjin’s fucked out gaze. Seokjin doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more erotic than you dripping with blood, lips turned in a pout, and asking for more.
Seokjin feels the sting of his throat, mouth-watering when blood trickles between the valley of your breasts. His tongue is scorching on your skin as he licks up the trail, fangs grazing your skin on his way back to the puncture marks. He sucks, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your warm blood meets his tongue, coating every crevice of his mouth.
“Seokjin,” his name tumbles from your lips in a soft gasp, hips circling over his, biting on your bottom lip when you feel just how soaked your panties have become. Seokjin laps at your neck hungrily, reluctantly pulling away so he can meet your hooded gaze.
“Fuck me,” you plead, batting your lashes. Your hand cups his face, thumb running over his lips to collect any stray blood he’s missed before pushing your thumb into his mouth.
“Marry me,” Jin splutters after sucking the blood clean off your thumb. Your eyes widen at his words, and you know if he had the ability to blush, he would be.
You smile. “One thing at a time.”
Seokjin nods, pressing his plush lips to yours. You kiss him back, moaning when he nips your lip, tongue tangling with yours as he deepens the kiss. His large hands grip your hips, squeezing them for a moment before he’s trailing kisses down your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into you once again.
Your hips grind down on his, a whine of “please” escaping you. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging at the roots to make him groan. Your lips kiss the column of his throat, making Seokjin curse as he pushes your panties to the side, surprised that he hasn’t torn them to shreds in his eagerness.
You melt into him when he slides two of his fingers into you, groaning when he feels just how wet you are. You rest your forehead on his broad shoulder, hoping you’ll get to dig your nails into his back when he fucks you.
“Fuck, Jin!” you exclaim when his thumb brushes your clit. You nearly fuck yourself on his fingers, moaning against his lips when you kiss him, fingers threaded in his hair, pulling to make him groan.
You can feel Jin’s erection pressed against you. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to take him, but you couldn’t wait much longer. You wanted him, wanted him to fuck you in every which way he wanted to… later. Right now, you just wanted to be wrapped around him, wanted him to fuck you until you came, regardless of how long or short, it took. You’d been dreaming of this moment for years, and you just wanted him to fuck you silly!
Seokjin meets your gaze, his fingers gently caressing your cheek as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, listening to every dulcet cry of his name as you beg him to fuck you.
He chuckles. “It’s that overeagerness that’ll get you in trouble, baby.”
“Hm, is it?”
Seokjin nods, slowly removing his fingers from you to pop into his mouth. He takes his time licking them clean, savoring your taste before he’s pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, tongue moving with his as he tugs his boxers down enough to release his hard cock. It slaps against his abdomen and you groan, reaching for it. It’s thick, larger than you imagined in all your daydreams, and larger than it appeared in your wet dreams.
“Fuck,” you curse, looking down at it. Seokjin laughs, body shaking as he takes in your expression.
“Don’t laugh at me!” you whine, pouting.
“You just look so cute. Can’t wait to fuck that little mouth of yours,” he smirks, pecking your lips before he’s pushing your panties out of the way. Gently, he rubs the head of his cock against your clit, the pre-cum making it slide easily before you’re raising your hips, taking his cock in your hand to line him up at your entrance.
Seokjin reaches for your hair, gripping a handful to kiss you deeply. He’s mindful of his fangs that he’s accidentally elongated with his excitement and the succulent scent of your arousal.
“Fuck, fuck.” Seokjin gasps when you drop on him, pussy tighter and wetter than he ever imagined. Time and time again he’d thought of you just like this, wrapped around him, soaking wet, but his hand and his imagination didn’t do you justice.
“Seokjin!” your nails sink into his shoulders, dragging down the sides as you hold on to him. Your eyes squeeze shut and you feel breathless as you try to take all of him and fail, feeling stuffed to the brim. “Oh, fuck.”
“You take me so well, baby. Can you take a little more?” Seokjin asks softly, his hands gently rubbing circles into your skin before moving down to your hips. You nod, inhaling before taking him the rest of the way, crying out his name in a tone that leaves his head spinning as he holds you, your chest pressed firmly against his.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” Jin whispers as he rubs your hips softly, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. He allows you all the time you need to adjust to his girth, allowing you to take the lead. It’s a few moments before you’re raising your hips just slightly, biting back a moan when you sink onto his cock again.
You cling to him, face nuzzled in his neck. His name rolls off your tongue, again and again, his grip on your tightening as he raises his hips to meet yours.
“So full,” you murmur against his skin, and Seokjin can’t help the delightful grin that appears on his lips. You ride him, finding your rhythm that he happily meets, kissing every bit of skin within his reach. His hands cup your breasts, fingers toying with your pert nipples as you bounce on his cock.
“Seokjin!”
“Fuck, love!” Jin curses, overwhelmed with pleasure as you tighten around him. He smacks your ass, feeling your thighs tremble as you whine his name, warning him that you’re close, so close.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come wrapped around my fat cock,” Seokjin encourages in a heady tone that makes your head spin.
“Wanna cream your cock, baby,” you answer, kissing him deeply, fingers pulling on his hair. Seokjin grunts, cock throbbing as you clench around him. He won’t last much longer and he knows your right on the edge.
With skillful fingers, he finds your clit, rubbing it until your moans grow in octaves, nearly falling apart from his ministrations.
“Bite me! Bite me, Seokjin!” You plead.
Seokjin hesitates for a second, but your firm gaze has his nodding as he swipes his tongue over a hard nipple, teasing it with his teeth before his fangs are sinking into your breast.
“Fuck, yes!” You scream, pussy clenching around him as you orgasm with a cry of his name, thighs trembling on either side of his hips as you ride him into oblivion, body shaking as you fall apart nearly sobbing.
Seokjin curses, gripping your body tight as he cums. He moans your name, and you nearly come again just from the sound of it. You definitely want to hear him say it again.
Panting, you finally slow until you stop riding him. Seokjin kisses your temple, a coy smile on his lips.
“That was amazing,” Seokjin laps at your breast, noting the few droplets that lingered on your skin. He’d taken so much blood from you, he worried he’d overdone it but you seemed to be doing well.
“It was,” you agree as you rest your head on his shoulder, not wanting to get off him. He holds you in his arm, kissing you every so often until he’s softening and pulling you off him.
“No,” you whine at the loss, feeling his cum slide down your thighs. Seokjin laughs, apologizing as he lifts you off the bed to carry you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and you shiver when the cold surface meets your skin.
Seokjin gets the shower ready while you admire his body, smiling proudly when you see the marks you’ve left on his skin. He can feel the heat of your gaze on him, but he tries to focus on getting the shower ready for you.
A quick shower is all Seokjin can convince you of taking. He struggles to wash your hair and body, your whines growing as you grow sleepier. He helps you out of the shower and dries you off before planting you back on the bathroom counter.
“Baby, you need to do your skincare routine,” Jin reminds you before you can fully fall asleep, despite the heaviness in your eyes and the half flutter of your lashes.
“But sleep,” you mutter.
“You’ll hate yourself in the morning if you don’t do it now. How about I carry you to bed after I help you?” Jin suggests and you sleepily agree, yawning into his neck, your head resting on his shoulder.
Jin gets all your stuff ready on the counter. With ease, he does your skincare routine, seeing as you’re no help, too sleepy to care.
However, in the morning you’d be very thankful that Seokjin knew your routine and was capable of doing it while you were half asleep.
“Come on, pretty girl. Time for bed,” Seokjin says once he’s finished, taking you in his arms to carry you to bed, where he lays you down gently before he lies beside you.
You curl into him, your head resting on his chest and your fingers laced together.
Seokjin admires you as you slowly fall asleep, and he knows he’s in too deep. He’s so in love with you, it could easily drive him insane, but he could never dream of being with anyone else. He may be undead, but he’s sure your love for him would be enough to get his cold, dead heart to beat. Seokjin chuckles at the thought, maybe not…
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Jin | Unwanted Reunion (II)
Summary: After the festivities Seokjin and you had in bed, it feels like to much, but at the same time, so little has changed. Your emotions are everywhere, and Seokjin is getting more and more desperate to make you love him again. Too bad there’s so many distractions around his own castle now, so maybe a trip to place with no distractions would just what both of you need.
Pairing: Demon King!Seokjin x Human!Reader
Genre: demon!au, soulmates!au, royalty!au, exs-to-lovers, smut, fluff, angst
Rating: 18+
Warnings: mutual pining, implied m/m sex, oral sex (f), discussions of past murder, secrets revealed, confessions, big dick!Seokjin, dom!seokjin, soul bonding, mating, vaginal sex, multiple positions, ass slapping, markings, clingy!Seokjin, Seokjin is so in loveeee~
Part 1 | II Teaser
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You don’t think you’ve ever felt more alive than waking up that next morning. It was like a blanket was lifted off of you as you opened your eyes. The usual dark sky in this dimension having a slight bright blue tinge to it now. It’s light casting down on you softly through the undraped window.
Today, the morning after a night filled with emotions you haven’t felt in a long time, or at least haven't let yourself feel, now has you debating turning over and cuddling the person responsible for these emotions. Yesterday was incredible to say the least. Letting go of all worries, and releasing so much stress all at once, but with the person you did it with has your emotions and thoughts scattering everywhere. Because just the day before you would have never imagined doing such a thing in a very long time.
You know he’s there, laying behind you. Never once has Seokjin left you in bed alone in the morning, and you doubt this morning would be the one he decided to run out the room for. Now it’s just up to you if you want to be the one running out of the room. Even the thought of leaving right now is weird, making your heart hurt, but wouldn’t it be the smart thing to do? To show him last night meant nothing, and he means nothing to you? That’s what you’ve been going with thus far, so why should now be any different?
Even though none of that is true—last night proving that much entirely. That you don’t want to be away from him, and any complaints of being by him again all being false.
You sigh, not realizing how loud it was until you hear shuffling of the bed sheets material behind you… but also noticing that you haven’t left the bed yet, even after you told yourself you should.
Because you don’t have the power to leave him again.
Seokjin’s awake, and he’s very much aware that you’re too. As much as he wants to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and giving you all of his affections, he knows you’re probably in a difficult spot right now. Last night was… it was amazing, but you spent a very long time trying to push him away. To keep him at arms length, and all it took was for him to be outside your door for you to let him back into your arms again. To move right back to where Seokjin and you left off two years ago—half naked, and horny.
But that’s not all it was. It wasn’t just sex. It never was just sex. Even now, as Seokjin looks at your naked back with your hair cascading down it, it’s not just sex that he’s thinking about. He’s thinking about worshiping you, kissing and gliding his fingers across your skin to feel how warm and soft you are. To hold you against his chest, and burry his nose in your hair again to the point his nose becomes numb to the smell. You’ve always just been more.
That’s why, he doesn’t move. He continues staring at your back, hearing your soft breathing as you contemplate what to do, and he waits for you to decide. He wants you forever, but he’ll never force his love onto you. Not fully, that is.
He understands this whole plan went overboard, and maybe even yesterday he shouldn’t have done what he did since it now puts you in this position, but he just wanted one last chance. One last chance to invite you into his life, and take the leap together into being the king and queen.
You’ve always been his queen, though. To Seokjin you’re his everything, and to him that’s enough to give you that unwritten title. He gave you his heart without needing to mate, so making you the rightful queen was just as easy for him.
Sliding his fingers across the dark satin bed sheets, he itches to touch you. It itches and scratches at his chest to just be with you and make you his. To entrap your souls for eternity, and make what he already knows to be true a reality. But still, he respects you enough to be patient. Pulling his hand back and taking his eyes off your back.
Maybe he should get up first. It doesn’t seem like you’re wanting to see him, or even recognize his presence, at that moment, so maybe he should just leave. Get out of bed, and leave you-… Seokjin holds back a hiss as a headache comes on from that incomplete thought.
He knew this would also happen from last night. The pain of being away from you increasing to the point it hurts him just to think about it. Pressing his fingers against his temples, he tries to sooth it away. He tries to tell his body you’re not his in that way, so it shouldn’t react to the need of enveloping you in his arms.
Just when he’s about to prove to his body this much, breathing out a sigh before he actually gets out of bed, you turn around to face him.
Seokjin is frozen in his half moving and half laying down position when your body turns to face him. Your clutching the blanket close to your chest, and your bottom lip is wobbling. His eyes, contrast to your squinting ones, are wide since he did not expect to see your two pupils dilate or seeing your face him at all this morning. But here you are, facing Seokjin with a frown on your face and two eyes that have now become glossy as the hesitant moment from seeing you passes.
Once Seokjin notices the unfailing tears, he’s on the move. Pulling you towards him until you’re both flush against each other. Even if it’s not what you wanted—not wanting to be held by him and feel all the longing emotions that were created last night—this was his last straw. Your tears have always been the worst. The one clear emotion of sadness he could never ignore when it comes from you.
As your face is buried in his chest, a sob rocks out of you. Vibrating through his chest until the sob hits his heart.
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin whispers into your hair because he knows your tears are because of him. That whatever unstopping emotions you just felt before was because of him.
He doesn’t need to know what the emotions are, he already understands. By the way you recuperate in cuddling him, wrapping your arms around his middle, and sobbing, “It’s okay.” He knows it’s because your once hard resolve has finally broken.
———
That morning… was over a week ago. You can’t remember the last time you cried, but when you did it felt like a relief. Like you finally accepted what your life is like, and crying tears of sorrow and joy for your life you tired to live, as well as the life you were most likely going to live.
You haven’t told Seokjin about your epiphany. That no matter what happens, or what situation causes it, that you don’t have the power to leave. That simply leaving a shared bed with him was too hard for you to do, to the point you stayed in his arms another hour before he carried you into the shower.
It’s been peaceful since that day. Not so filled with silence as the shower was when he cleaned you of all the regrets of the past, and you cleaned him of all the pain you’ve cause. You wonder if he felt that way too, or if it was all just an illusion.
You know one thing isn’t an illusion, though, and that’s the big fat hickey on your best friends neck. You press your fingers onto the blue bruise on Jimin’s neck, making him squeal when you squint your eyes at him in question. “Since when have you been alright with getting hickeys?”
Jimin swats your hand away, blushing like an idiot trying to look angry. “Since when have you stared at guys like they own the world?”
You feel your own blush coming on, but you can’t even fake being angry when the embarrassment runs through you. Jimin is referring to you from yesterday. When he caught you staring at Seokjin from across the table and… yeah, you thought he looked like he owned the fricken world! Sue me for thinking the king of demons is hot!
But it wasn’t just him being hot that you were thinking of in that moment. You were also thinking about what he did to you the night before. Your proceedings of sharing a bed haven’t ended with that night a week ago. No. Instead it’s gotten much more heated and much more close to further advantages.
Who can deny that when seeing the love of their life looking up from between your legs, eating you out like a four coarse meal, is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life?! So sexy that you couldn’t get the picture out of your mind even now.
You can, that’s who. You can deny us straight to Jimin’s face. Denying it even now like a fool. “I-I didn’t do that.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, unconvinced. “Mhmm… you really expect me to believe nothing happened between you two?”
“Well…” You scratch the back of your neck, glancing around the garden you two are in to buy you sometime while you think up something to say. “I wouldn’t say nothing, but… Hey! Stop distracting me! I’m trying to be angry at you!”
Jimin winces, realizing he’s failed at steering your attention away from Taehyung and him. “I-I just thought about it, and—I mean—you know?”
Your eyes droop, looking at your friend like the idiot he is. “And—I mean—you know? That’s all you have to say for forgiving the demon that lied to you?”
Jimin pulls his lip through his teeth, feeling your anger radiating off of you and knowing there’s not much he can do once you get heated like this. He knows you always mean well, but you’re also stubborn enough that once your mind is made up then that’s it. Taehyung lying to him hitting you harder that it ever did him.
“There’s nothing I can do about it now, y/n. I love him, so what else can I do besides accept it?”
“Accept it?” Jimin nods his head, and you look away from him in shame. You don’t understand how he could just accept it. Accepting a life with demon that lied to him from the very start… or maybe even broke his heart.
You shut your eyes, breathing in the cold air of the underworld in frustration because you know that last thought wasn’t directed towards Jimin and Taehyung at all. The person it was directed at has your friend stiffening on the bench next to you when he magically appears in front of you both. You slowly opening your eyes back up, smelling the stink of sulfur because the king of demons decided to pop up in front of you.
“Hi, Seokjin.” The demon in question beams at hearing you say his real name. Something you’ve been doing a lot more often for his benefit lately. “What brings you here?”
You don’t know why you even asked because you already know the answer. “You, of course.” Seokjin glances at Jimin looking in every other direction but at him. “Hey Taehyung-“ Taheyung appears out of no where—most likely being there the whole time. “You should bring Jimin to the falls. I think he’ll like it.”
Jimin doesn’t even need an explanation of what the “falls” were. He’s up and out of his seat, clutching onto Taehyung and pulling him away as fast as he can within seconds. You scoff, hating the loyalty from the demon to Seokjin, and disliking how scared Jimin is of Seokjin. Most people are scared of him, but you also know it’s falsely placed, so seeing your friend act this way because of nothing but titles and rumors is ridiculous to your eyes.
“Well, bye to you too Jimin!” He looks at you with a uncomfortable smile, and a awkward small wave. Glancing at Seokjin and then running even faster away with his lover. Rolling your eyes at the pair, you look back up at Seokjin with a glower. “Was that really necessary?”
He continues to smile down at you, and rolling his own eyes in return. Then he sits down in the unoccupied seat next to you. “Not my fault he’s scared of me.”
“So, you could tell?” He rolls his eyes again, pointing at his mind like it’s obvious that he knows and why he knows. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”
You didn’t actually forget. You just forgot Seokjin used the telepathic ability at all since he’s promised to never do it with you a long time ago. You still wonder about that promise, so you decide to ask, “Do you ever look into my mind?”
“Never.” You jump at his answer. It coming out so quickly and almost forceful—him wanting you to know right away what his promises mean when it comes to you. With a sigh, Seokjin looks like he’s suddenly just taken off so much weight from his shoulders by explaining, “I keep my promises to you, la mia rosa.”
You look away, blushing at what you want to believe is the nickname and not the sweet confirmation of promises. “Is that so?”
Feeling something touch your hand, you look down to see Seokjin slowly interlocking your fingers together. Like he’s afraid you’ll reject him, but each finger wraps together until your holding hands nonetheless, and with how you’ve been feeling lately your not surprised you let him do this.
“Yes… and I hope you could keep yours too.”
Raising a pointed eyebrow at him, you try to think back about any promises you’ve given him and come up empty handed. “What promise?”
Seokjin smiles, squeezing your hand in his. “The one where you promised to be with me forever…” You roll your eyes, scoff, and look away from him. He laughs, obviously making a small joke since he would never force you to do that—even though he hopes and prays for you to do just that. “And the one you made me last night.”
You turn back to face him, not remembering making a single promise last night and you watch his smirk only grow while he explains, “When I was between your legs. You were just about to cum for me and-“
“Oh my god, shut up! Just… get to the promising part.” You’re now beat red in the face and it only makes Seokjin’s grin grow to see you like this. Him finding your blush oh so adorable.
With a kiss on the cheek that has your eyes widening, he whispers against your skin, “That you would spend the day with me.”
As soon as he says those words you remember this promise. Although you we’re definitely not in a position at the time to say anything but yes to him, you always keep your promises. Looking back at him, now annoyed by the way he used this knowledge of you to get a whole day with you alone. “You’re an ass, you know that?”
“Maybe,” He leans back on his one hand, keeping the other one still clasped in your own. “But a promise is a promise.”
With a sigh, you let go of his hand—for which Seokjin looks suddenly saddened by the loss of contact—and then you stand up front he bench. “Okay… where to, your majesty?”
Soekjin laughs, but it sounds forced. Then rocking in his seat before he stands up next to you. “Please don’t call me that, and wherever your heart desires.”
It’s on the tip of your tongue to say home, but looking at Seokjin’s happy smile right now you don’t even want to bring up the prospect of you leaving right now. It’s been two weeks since the deal has been made, and in two more weeks the deal will be settled. But unlike how you were at the time of making said deal… you don’t know what your answer is to staying here now.
Thinking quickly, and because you really don’t want to make yourself upset about how your emotions have been all over the place lately, you say the first place that comes to mind, “You know, you’ve never brought me to Italy before.”
———
It takes you five seconds to transport into the beautiful country of Italy thanks to Seokjin’s abilities. You were hoping once you got into the country to let go of his hand, since you have to touch him to transport with him, and get some space, but once you realized where you both were you clutched onto Seokjin for dear life.
You don’t know why you didn’t expect any less from him, either. Once you asked him to go to Pairs, and you opened your eyes to be on top of the Eiffel tower! But instead of the top of the Eiffel tower or even on a flat street, or the ground, you find yourself on top of the Colosseum.
The second your eyes cast themselves downwards and you see you’re, in fact, over a hundred feet off the ground you scream, “This is not what I meant by wanting to see the sights!”
Seokjin laughs, the sound echoing into the night sky of Italy, and then he comfortably wraps his arms around you waist and shoulder. Hugging you close to him, and you allow it because you rather embrace him then fall off the nearly destroyed building in Italy. You even mistakenly further his enjoyment of this predicament when you burry your face into his chest because seeing even the landscape in front of you is too much.
“Come on, y/n! I can’t bring you to Italy without a vip treatment,” You can hear Seokjin’s smile in his voice and if it wasn’t for fearing for your life you would smack it off.
“J-just get me down… please.”
You hear him sigh, not taking your face out of his chest. When you smell sulfur, and feel gravity overtake your being is the only time when you peak one eye out of his chest to see you are back on the ground. Taking your whole face and body away from him when you see what’s in front of you now—jaw dropped.
Looking around, you seem to be in type of church, but it is absolutely breathtaking. Everything being in gold and creamy whites. You can smell the history of this place, and you’re completely captivated by it all. Meanwhile, Seokjin is completely captivated by you.
Coming up from behind you he reaches his arm around your shoulders and slowly tips your head up by your chin to face the ceiling. Gasping, you understand now why he’s brought you to this church out of all places.
“Wow,” You comment breathtaking.
Right above both of your heads is a dome shaped painting that you’ve only seen in pictures and brochures for the country. It’s a large painting that fills every space of the ceiling with gods, stars, and even masterpieces of otherworldly sky’s.
“This is called The Glory of St Ignatius.” You’re so speechless from seeing the endless painting that you can’t even push out the request you always ask when Seokjin shows you a new artwork. Luckily, he knows you so well that you don’t even need to ask the story of this pairing. “It was created by a mathematician and painter named Andrea Pozzo. He created it…”
As Seokjin tells you the ideas put into every brush stroke of this place, you don’t even realize that you have grabbed onto his hand first out of instinct while you two start to walk through the church. Seokjin stalls for only a moment, but then he clears his throat and continues his story of the painting above you both as you continue to walk. 
This is nice. The familiarity of listening to his smooth voice explain to you what each part meant, and why the painter choose to do things the way he did. Even holding his hand as you two walk was familiar. A familiar thing you didn’t realize until you got to the end of the church, ending his story, and pulling your hands a part from each other, that... you missed it so much.
Your once small and concentrative smile drops to a frown before you can stop it. Making Soekjin’s eyes widen in a small panic. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head, placing the smile back on your face like it never left. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
But he doesn’t not worry about it. As always, Seokjin needs to know all and break any worry’s in your head because that’s just the type of person he is. Someone that always wants you to be happy.
“Stop that, y/n.” He inches closer, cupping your face in his hands and making you face him. And you let him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
You blink away unassured tears, not wanting to feel emotional but even that resolve feels like it’s slowly breaking. “I’m going to miss this after-…”
Seokjin doesn’t need an explanation. He understands you mean after these two weeks are up that you’re still planning to leave. That you’re thinking you’ll somehow be strong enough to leave. He can tell you don’t want to. The way you have been reacting and behaving around him is proof enough, but you still try to make it look like you’re wanting to leave...and Seokjin just won’t take that.
Keeping your face in his hands he shakes his own head, and gets closer to your face with his own. Your nose mer inches away from touching. Your bodies only millimeters from touching. “That’s not true. You still have a choice. This doesn’t have to be the last trip I bring you on.”
Rolling your eyes, you take your face out of his hands and wipe the stray tear from your eyes with the back on your hand. Seokjin following your hands movements and his shoulders slump when he realizes what that means...
“Doesn’t it? Seokjin, do you know how affected I was from that night?”
He closes his eyes at the mention of the night neither of you have talked about yet. It was bound to happen—discussing the night he lost you. Lost the bond you two once shared because someone thought you weren’t right for him. When in reality just the thought of that night still makes him think the other way around.
“I can only imagine ,” He says in just above a whisper. You only hearing him because besides the crickets somewhere in the church there’s no sound around you two. Just the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “But it was to-“
“I’m!” You say louder than you meant to, but interrupting his excuses nonetheless. “I’m not a done, Jin.”
His bones chill when you suddenly revert back to saying his nickname, but he tries to stay standing and not thinking this conversation is about to destroy everything he’s been building this past week. “I know your not-“
“Really? Because sometimes I think you forget that humans are not used to knowing someone died over them. That humans aren’t born thinking there are beings like demons in the world. That human-fucking-beings aren’t supposed to be trapped with a soul or mate bond!”
Your overheated now. Your angry that’s been kept in check up until now overflowing inside this beautiful church because you can’t just stand there and let Seokjin say some pretty words to make you forget. Not this time.
“Y/n… I know.”
You roll your eyes and scoff rudely. No he fucking doesn’t. How could he? He’s not human, and before you entered his life he never had a care in the world especially for humans. You say this much including, “…How do you even know you love me?”
Seokjin’s eyes widen, not expecting you to ask such a ridiculous question. “Do you not think I do?”
Gone is Seokjin’s calm demeanor, but yours has been gone since this conversation was even brought up. “I mean, come on… If it wasn’t for the soulmate bond, you probably wouldn’t have even looked at me twice that day.”
You’re referring to the first day you met. The day Seokjin’s once dead heart picked back up again, and your life changed forever whether you knew about it or not. He pinches the bridge of nose, unable to fathom how you could even think this after everything that’s happened. Everything that’s transpired since the beginning of your relationship being proof enough of his answer.
“Y/n… I need you to listen to me.” You open your mouth, ready to spew out more toxic words, but he doesn’t let you. “No, for once in your life stop assuming shit and hear me out.”
It’s your turn to widen your eyes in surprise by the other person in the rooms words. It’s not like Seokjin to lose his temper, at least with you. It stunning you to silence. After a moment when he realizes you’re actually going to let him speak, he finally confesses the truth.
“It’s wasn’t a soulmate bond that brought us together.”
There’s it is. Out in the open and making your ears ring. You breathe out a, “What?” Because never in your life have you been so shocked by an confession before.
“It wasn’t a soulmate bond. I figured that out later when we actually met. Demons don’t find their soulmates by simply looking at them it’s… it’s when they first kiss that we know.”
You blink, unable to fathom this new information and you know your heart is feeling the same exact way by the way it’s beating inside your chest right now. “But… we didn’t kiss until you… until we told each other…”
Seokjin nods his head, confirming what your thinking. You two didn’t kiss for the first time until he confessed to you that he loves you. That was a whole year after you met. Which means that Seokjin was only with you because-
“You intrigued me. At first, that’s all you were. Something to pass the time, and for some strange reason I couldn’t pull away from you. It isn’t common that demons, especially from a human, can find themselves entertained, but with you… it was almost gravitational. Like everything within me wanted to hold onto you and never let go…”
Your frozen. Unable to speak or look away from the man in front of you as he continues to confess everything you have gotten wrong over these years.
“It wasn’t until I kissed you that I confirmed what I felt I somehow already knew. I knew you were the person I was meant to be with, and the love I had for you was real. Forget the mystical or magical bullshit, I fell in love with you on my own terms… and nothing—and I mean nothing—could ever change that.”
Pretty words. Pretty words. Prettywordsprettywordsprettywords…
That all this is. You have to remind yourself over and over again that pretty words don’t change the past, but now more than ever it’s hard to convince yourself this. With the smallest of voices, a tone of voice you didn’t even know you had, you say, “That doesn’t change what happened with J-jungkook.”
Although coming back to the original subject makes Soekjin a bit annoyed after his confession, he hears the stutter in your voice. That it’s affected you somehow, and you’re finally letting the truth of everything sink in. That a soulmate bond isn’t the only thing keeping Soekjin close to you.
“I only did that because he was going to kill you. I’m sorry if you can’t fathom a person being dead and you being the cause. Trust me, if I could take that burden from you I would, but I’ll never regret killing him because if I wasn’t there that day…” Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he has to blink away his own fallen tears just from thinking about the what if from that day. “You w-wouldn’t be here… You would be somewhere in the ground, and everyone that’s ever cared about you would be alone... I would be alone. Forever. And I just... I couldn't take that. I couldn’t take losing you even now.”
You haven’t forgotten how deep a soulmate bond runs. How much it stretches to even after one of the pairs die. Just hearing it spoken out loud makes it ten times worse for you. Knowing that one day you will be gone unless circumstances change, and Seokjin would forever be longing for you.
And that thought breaks you.
Falling to your knees in a heap of sorrows, you lay on the marble floors crying into your hands. To think after all this time even the prospect of leaving him alone still hurts you this much. Like it was as upsetting as the first time he explained it to you.
You keep crying even as he holds you. Even as his arms wrap around you, and he reminds you that you’re still alive and with him, you cry like that future is the present. A present you want-……… you once wanted to happen.
You can’t do this anymore.
“I’m sorry,” You cry into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…” No matter how many times you say it, it doesn’t wipe away the pain of just thinking about leaving this man alone. This man you’ve been captivated with since day one, and still have unfaltering feelings for.
Seokjin coos you in his arms. Rocking you like a baby, and running his hands through your hair like a lover. Nothing pains Seokjin more than seeing you cry, but right now he knows you need to let it out. That everything he’s just said to you has struck something, and this sorrow needed to happen. No matter how much it pains him to watch.
Grabbing onto his shirt with clenched fists, you move your face upward. Seokjin doesn’t understand what you’re doing until he feels your lips peck at his neck. Kissing at every piece of exposed skin on him while you continue to cry. He clenches his teeth as his own emotions run rapid. Your tears and kisses making positive and negative emotions battle inside of him. It’s only when you get to kissing his cheek that Seokjin lets out a puff of air, letting the positive emotions win.
“I’m sorry,” You whisper one more time against the corner of his mouth.
Pulling you closer to him, making you sit on his lap, he whispers into your ear, “Stop apologizing, y/n. There’s nothing you could have-“
“I love you.”
Seokjin whips his head to the side to face you so fast he almost hits you with his nose. He hasn’t heard you even whisper those words to him in so long, that he swears his mind must be playing tricks on him. But your not letting him think this for long…
“I love you, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for being such a fucking idiot, and being ignorant to trust you, but I love you and that has never changed, so can you please just hold me and make me stop thinking about- Mm!”
Other than Seokjin’s sweet words, his lips have always had their way of shutting you up. He never thought he would hear you say those words again, so hearing them three times made him weak in the knees. Weak to hold back from kissing you, and he does just that with the pull of the back of your neck. Smashing your lips together until he feels your body relax, so he can kiss you the way you deserve.
He drinks up his entire fill of you this time. Moving his lips in every direction to get every inch of your lips on his. Wanting to consume you with his lips alone. It isn’t until you’re close to dying of the lack of oxygen that he detaches his lips from you, going straight to kissing every part of your face while you heave in gasps of air.
“Say it again,” Seokjin asks as he kisses your temples. Moving to kiss your cheeks for the third time since he began his assault of kissing you senseless.
“I-I love you.”
“Again.”
You swallow, pulling back from him and seeing the desperation in his eyes.
“I love you, Seokjin… I’ve always loved you.”
Than he’s kissing you again. Harder, more consuming. Like he’s been wanting to steal your breathe away, but right now you’re the one making him desperate for a need.
Seokjin picks you by your thighs, getting up from the ground, and you have no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him. You think he’s going to walk you somewhere, to splay you on a flat surface and ruin you on it, but without opening your eyes or detaching your lips you understand where you’re actually going next. The smell of sulfur consuming your nose, and the soft sheets he places on you having you gasping into his mouth.
Your in his room… the room you once shared.
You haven’t been this room once since you’ve arrived. Every night since you allowed Seokjin to be back in your arms he’s visited you in your own room. A room he doesn’t seeing fitting for you tonight or any night for that matter. Your his queen that he loves, and a queen should sleep next to his king in a bed you deserve.
Reds upon reds litter the room around you. Some blacks too contrasts, but overall this room has always been red. Even as your eyes open, only looking up at Seokjin, you can see in the corner or your eyes all the red inside this room.
To non-popular belief, this room isn’t red because the colors coined itself as “evil” or even “sexy.” In fact, Yoongi once slipped that it was once all black and dusty pinks. That was until Seokjin found out red was your favorite color, and now you lay on red sheets.
Curling you fists into his shirt of his back, you swallow the boat load of nerves that have just awaken inside of you. Giving your confession of love set out your future, and you have a feeling Seokjin wants the same thing from you tonight. The tease that has always been over both of your heads, and all it took was two measly weeks for you to crumble and want that life again.
Your nervous, yes, but who wouldn’t be? You can’t even remember the last person you had intercourse with. It’s been far to long, but you also have a feeling it’s been just as long, if not longer, for the equally nervous man above you.
Seokjin may know all your ticks and habits, but you also have learned what his are. Them not changing even after two years have past. They’re always subtle since he’s learned to stay strong all the time and hide such things, but the slight tinge of red on his ears and the way he pulls his bottom lip through his teeth you know he’s nervous. Nervous about completing what has always meant to be complete.
Rubbing your finger across his furrowed eyebrow, you smile up at him. You go to tell him it’s alright. That there’s no need to be nervous, but in all honesty you’re just as nervous. But he beats you to any punch line by saying, “We don’t have to.” You blink at him. “You’ve only just allowed yourself to love me again. We don’t have to-… there’s no need-…”
You hush him and pull his head into your chest when you realize he’s about to break down. Either out of nerves or even desperation, you’re not completely sure. But inside Seokjin right now is a turmoil of emotions battling each other. Emotions saying claim and mine and matematemate. He’s tried so hard to push these feelings away, and he knows if you two actually complete the rite it won’t be as easy. It will be a part of Seokjin he can’t turn off.
Luckily for him, you don’t want him too.
“I want this, Seokjin.” He pulls his face out of your chest to look at you. “I want you.” He stops breathing. “Please just make me yours already.”
Then the switch is flicked on. His eyes turn black, and you hold your breathe. Not because your scared, but because you’ve said the words that have turned all tables. You may be someone who doesn’t like to be owned, but right now, in the state you’re in, you want Seokjin to claim you in every way he can.
Suddenly you’re being lifted in the air again, grabbing onto him for dear life, but then your being dropped onto the center of the bed. Tones of red pillows surrounding your head on the California kind sized bed. Seokjin takes your arms off of his neck, and then pins them next to your head at the same time he smashes your lips together into a teeth clattering kiss. His tongue plunging into your mouth and probing at every spot in your mouth.
All you can do is let him. Let him consume you, and taste you as he likes. But you want this. You want him to do everything he’s been holding back because you know after tonight he will still be the same Seokjin you’ve been in love with for years.
Your Seokjin is gentle. He rips your dress in two down the middle. Your Seokjin could never hurt you. He latches onto your nipple and sucks so hard you cry out. Your Seokjin loves you with everything he has…
And the beast above you feels the same exact way.
Your hands are pulling at his hair as his mouth practically makes out with your tits. Both your breasts either having his mouth or hands on them. Squeezing, pulling, licking, and sucking at them. You want to rub your thighs together so badly, gaining some friction because the way he’s playing with your body right now is getting you overheated. Your panties already soaked through, they’re so wet, but Seokjin’s body between you legs is keeping you from moving—it pressed against you in such a way that it’s making you unable to move.
By the time he detaches from you—both his hands and mouth—your out of breath. Your screams of euphoria that he caused by turning your brain into mush making your throat sore. You’ve never felt this way before. Not by just simple nipple play. It was like each time his lips touched you your own soul was being sucked right out of you, and making you incredibly horny.
As your eyes finally clear from the erotic fog, you see Seokjin’s dark eyes cascade down your body. His chin slightly touching your skin as he moves downwards until his chin hits your panties. With a singular tooth peaking out, you see Seokjin’a sharp teeth. Gasping at the sharp fang that you’ve only seen once before.
You shiver when he uses those teeth to drag your panties off your body. The musk of your dripping pussy clouding the air when he frees you completely of any clothing. You now being the only one naked, and shaking underneath the demon king’s lust filled, dark stare.
“S-Seokjin,” You’re somehow able to stutter out. His eyes flicker back to their normal brown for but a second, reminding you that he’s still there, and you let out a heavy breathe.
You weren’t nervous about him destroying you like all the demon tails go about taking virgins and stuff, but that little flicker of his loving light still spoke to your very soul. A soul you will soon share with the man above you for eternity.
With the gentlest, but earthshaking of touches, Seokjin drags a finger through your wet folds. Making you grip on the bed sheets because somehow one fucking finger is making you want to cum. “God- Fuck- what the fuck?!”
Taking his finger away from you, he chuckles at your reaction. “Oversensitivity, are we?”
You try to look at him scoldingly, but it fails miserably when his tongue follows the line his finger once drew on your slit. Moaning into the quiet room, you feel like your body is on fire as his tongue laps at your folds over and over again. His rough tongue feeling so good, you can’t help but clamp your thighs around his head. But Seokjin isn’t allowing that today—using his inhuman like strength to spread your legs wide open again for him to have better access. 
“S-shit, Seokjin! Your…k-killing me.” And you guess he didn’t think that was true because he then plunges his tongue inside of you. Lapping at your walls, and stretching you with his long tongue. Moaning out practical screams, you grab onto his hair to steady yourself, but there’s no way to stop what’s coursing through you.
Everything just feels so different. So good. He’s different and your bodies reacting different. Although Seokjin has always been good at all things sex, you’ve never shook with pleasure so bad that he has to hold you down. Looking down at him with eyes full of tears, at the same time he rubs at your clit, even with his black eyes you’re transfixed into a moaning mess because of him.
“Seo-… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Back arching, ass in the air, you cum so hard on his face as he pulls your pussy flush against him to drive his tongue deep inside of you. He laps up all of your love juices, and hearing the lewd sounds coming from him makes you blush so hard you even cover your face with your hands.
“Oh my god, stoppp~” You whine and gently push Seokjin away with your foot. He chuckles, licking his lips.
“Sorry, love. Your just my favorites flavor.” Love? That’s a new one. But before you could think of the new pet name Seokjin strips himself of his shirt to reveal your favorite own flavor. All the times you’ve licked his abs and chest flooding your mind. “No time for that.”
With his words you look back up at him, and watch him crawl over to you. You keep your eyes trained on his dark abysses until his lips capture your own, moaning when you taste your own essence on his tongue. Your whole body running sensitive and even just the press of his hand against your hip makes you shiver. The anticipation of what’s to come really getting to you.
By the time Seokjin is just as ready as you, taking off his pants faster than you think someone trying to act calm should be, you don’t want two black eyes looking at you anymore. It’s something you know he can’t help, but you try anyway—grabbing onto his hand before he can align himself and change your world forever.
Placing a hand on his cheek, Seokjin looks down at you and feels your thumb gently caress the surface of his skin. “Can I see your eyes.”
He raises a curious eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
You nibble on your bottom lip, unsure how to ask anything properly in this moment but trying your best to make him understand what you want. “T-this is the first time will… you know? I want your brown eyes looking at me.”
Seokjin swallows, putting his hand that was once making fast progress to press onto your hip. It’s than you feel his length against your thigh, him moving your body downwards a little bit and smirking when you gasp. You’ve seen this part of him before. It’s a part you’ll never be able to fit in your mouth, but just the thought of him putting his cock inside of you has goosebumps forming up your arms.
“Are you that nervous?” He asks, ignoring your question from before.
You nod your head. “And no demon eyes can hide that you’re feeling the same.”
Seokjin growls as an answer. Skimming his nose against your cheek, and displaying his sharp teeth a little. The sharpness of them makes you quiver, unknowing if you like them or dislike them, but seeming like the latter. You exhale a giant breathe as you watch them descend back into his gums.
He kisses your temple for a long time, holding your head in his hands and cradling it close to him. You don’t understand why he does this, but you enjoy the tenderness of it until he stops and looks down at you again. His once dark eyes slowly forming back into their human state of brown.
Parting your lips, you see the man you’ve fell in love with again. Not that he left or the more demon version of him isn’t him. It’s just that you’ve feel in love with the eyes in front of you, and you rather see those if you two are going to-… when you both-…
“I am,” Seokjin whispers to you. It takes you all of three seconds to understand what he’s admitting to. That he’s just as nervous as you’re, and the usual confidence he carries on his shoulders doesn’t stop the shaking in his hands as he pushes your hair out of your face.
Lifting your head off the pillows, you capture his lips in yours again. A simple peak, but one you felt you both wanted and needed right now. Whispering against his lips, you say, “Me too, but… it was always meant to be. Wasn’t it?”
The smile that graces Seokjin’s face is so blinding, and you know you’ll gladly receive this type of reaction everyday. Just knowing someone is wanting your acceptance so badly brings butterflies to your stomach. “I always hoped so. I love you so much, la mia rosa.”
Your smiling in turn now. How can you not smile when he looks at you with such admiration while saying that?
“And I love- Mm!”
You don’t get to finish your confession because than Seokjin smashes his lips back onto yours again. Erasing the moment from before where you both were nervous, and instead remembering who the other person is. The person you’ve both been head over heels in love with for so long.
You don’t stop kissing until you feel Seokjin’s hand remove from your hip, going in between your bodies. You gasp into his mouth when you feel the head of him align with you again. Imagines of all the times you’ve stopped right here flooding both of your heads, but knowing there’s no way either of you will stop it now. There’s no way because neither of want to stop it. Neither of you can deny your love for the other, and both of you want this.
Slowly entering you, you feel the stretch you’ve been craving for so damn long. Grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life, and feeling a tear fall from your eyes as he bottoms out.
“You okay?” Soekjin asks after he kisses one of your tears away. It doesn’t hurt, surprisingly, but you can’t help and cry in this moment. Your not a virgin, so it’s not pain like that, but finally being filled by the person you love, crying because it all just feels so right. Your heart already filling to the brim with love, and now your eyes are leaking with that love.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Seokjin is breathing heavily, holding in his own love that’s making him want to move within you already, but he looks down at you concerned. Your tears and wobbling smile not confirming your own truth. “Seriously, Seokjin.” You cup his cheek with your hand, peaking him on the lips. “Please move.”
One breathe. Two breathe. And then the only thing Seokjin can breathe in is you when he captures your lips with his again, starting to slowly moe within you. Each time he removes himself you can feel ever vain and inch of his length—it making your bones even feel every pleasurable movement. When he enter you, just as slowly, it’s like he’s not only pushing in something that feels so good, but also something so everlastingly. You know it’s been awhile since you’ve had sex, but you know this is different. Even the foreplay felt different.
A difference of love compared to anything you’ve ever felt before.
Moaning into his mouth, you detach your lips as he starts to speed up his thrusts. Both of you burying your faces into each other’s necks and shoulders, and you wrap your arms around Seokjiks neck even tighter. Also wrapping your legs around his back and becoming pressed against him. “S-seokjik, this feels… why is it-…”
You can’t even formulate complete sentences, you’re feelings so good. Even at this slow pace his cock is making your mouth and brain unconnected. You just feel so god damn good!
“Mmm… why-… so good,” Is all you’re somehow able to say that actually makes some sense.
It’s then, without removing his face from your neck, he cages his arms beside your head and pushes his body off of you. A new angle starting, and with that a much harder and faster pace. Seokjin hasn’t made a single sound, but now your crying out your moans as he thrusts inside of you. His long length filling you up with every inch in a fast pace, and making you see stars through your eyelids as you hold onto him tightly. Having to now hold onto his back because your arms have become jelly as your euphoria takes over your entire body.
“Fu-ck,” You hear him say with a deep voice in parts when he feels your nails scratch at his back. Just the singular word is making your stomach tighten, and you swear where he spoke against your neck is now heating up. His lips kissing at the surface, making your eyes leak again with tears.
Your so close that it’s almost painful. Like he’s some how not allowing you to finish or maybe he’s purposely not thrusting into you at the right place you want. Seokjin knows your body like the back of his hand, so fucking you in the right spots is easy for him. Besides his delicious cock making you feel good automatically, something isn’t letting you let loose.
It gets to the point where you beg, “Seokjin, I want to cum! I want to c-cum, but I-… why can’t-… mmm.”
It’s then you hear it. The demon like chuckle covered up by brown eyes as Seokjin finally picks his face up from your neck, staring down at you. “Not yet, mi la rosa.”
You are then being flipped over—ass in the air and arms and face flat against the mattress. As soon as he’s removed from you he’s plunging himself right back in. Your moans turn into pleasure filled screams as he fucks into from this much deeper angle. New parts of you being reached.
“Seo-so-…” You can’t even say his name correctly, it feels like too much. New heights being reached, and even new parts of you are feeling it. It’s only when you feel his nails dig into your neck, his hand holding your head down, that you understand why this has all felt so different. Why you’ve even reacted so different. Because this is what he’s been holding himself back from for so long…
You wonder if this was like this for Jimin, but the second someone else fills your head Seokjin gets replaced when he thrusts into you deeper and harder then before. His hips are slapping against your ass with earnest, and your fists grip the sheet when you feel his hand not around the back of your neck slap your ass. A sting being left behind in its wake, and making you bite your own tongue when the hard thrusts and smacks introduces you to some type of pleasure pain.
“Mine,” You hear in a hiss from above you. The singular word making your pussy tighten, and your stomach twist.
“You’re-“ thrust “all-“ thrust “fucking mine.”
One thing you aren’t. One thing that both of you know you hate more than anything, is the feeling of being owned. But right now, as he chants how your his, holds you in a tight grip with his hand and nails, makes you feel owned… and you want to be.
You want to be Seokjin’s in ever way. With your body, your soul, your love, fuck even your goddamn life!
That’s why your screaming, “Yes! Fuck, Yes! All yours!”
Growling, Seokjin thrusts into you at a speed that seems impossible. Your words hitting him deep in his own soul that he once thought would never flutter again. In his heart that didn’t beat until he met you. His love for you flickers him back to his normal state for just a moment, but in that moment he moves you. Stopping his body quacking thrusts, and moving you so you’re sitting on top of him.
You are breathing heavily, pussy pulsing around him, and leaning all your weight against him. You’re completely winded now, and even your eyes are too lazy to open. Even now, as he pauses his thrusts to position you on top of him, you still feel at the brink of your orgasm. It’s so close, and Seokjin knows it.
Kissing your temple, he asks you in the sweetest of voices you’ve come to love, “Are you ready, Y/n?”
He uses your name because even though he’s trying to be sweet, trying to show you he’s having a moment of clarity, it’s a serious question. Are you ready to be his for eternity… but also, are you ready to have his heart for eternity? Are you ready to accept this new life, and become the demon king’s queen?
Straightening your back, energy pulsing through you, you look into Seokjin’s eyes as you answer. “…Yes.”
Gripping onto your hips, Seokjin begins slow and deeps thrusts up into you. With lidded eyes, you lean your forehead against his as he bounces you up and down on him. You know he’s trying—trying to stay in control of his emotions—but with each thrust up into you his control disintegrates like before. Unable to control your own emotions, you don’t care anymore. You’ve let control overpower you before, and it felt so good it was like Seokjin was fucking into your soul.
So, although you know you probably shouldn’t, you kiss him. Pressing your moist lips against his plump ones and swallowing a moan from him that starts off high pitched but ends with a grunt. Feeling your body overheat again, and his hands gripping onto your hips being the only warning when his once shallow deep thrusts turn into skin against skin deep—plunging his entire length inside you until it reaches the hilt of you.
You cry out a moan, and tilt your head backwards as he repeatedly thrusts up into you this way. Exposing your neck, he buries his face into it. You hear his sniffs at first, but then all you hear is white noise as you begin to fall weak. The brink of your orgasm getting tougher and tougher to keep holding—being out of your control.
“Please!” You scream, and you don’t need to explain what you’re begging for. Growling against your neck, Seokjin places his teeth against your neck. Not biting it, but just holding his teeth there. A predators way of claiming it’s pray, and you feel that same heat and vibrations where he holds you.
With one last deep, pulsating thrust Seokjin lets you. Finally unlocking that hold and your pussy clenches around him so tightly while you cum that he’s grunting against your neck. You can’t hear it, though. Your own orgasm making all your senses get overwhelmed with static, and your own moans not even reaching your ears. The only thing you’re able to feel is the carving into of your neck, and the feel of being filled by Seokjin’s cum. His cock filling you to the brim, and getting larger inside of you to the point it’s stretching you further.
You both collapse back onto the bed by the time you both finish. Your orgasm making your entire body shake, and even Seokjin is twitching on top of you when his own orgasm ceases. His emotions getting back into control, and the last thing you hear before you completely black out is the words that have always shacked you to your very soul… a soul you’ll now always share.
“I love you always… my mate.”
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One Year Later
Looking into the mirror, you touch the mark your mate left on you a year ago today. The S carved into your skin looking like a skin colored tattoo with small roses surrounding it. Your fingers skimming over the S on repeat.
The night he carved it into you with his teeth, nails, and even magic crossing over your eyes. You look back on that day and smile, feeling warmth and love consume you.
As always, whenever that day crosses your mind, Seokjik appears behind you. You seeing him in the mirror. He wraps his arms around you from behind, and places his chin on your shoulder. Looking at your through the mirror.
“Happy?” He asks with one word, making you chuckle. He already knows the answer, but you’ve both decided to still ask each other how you feel even if you share emotions now. It lets you both confess your love to each other, and even relay how happy you both make each other.
“Yes. I am now that I’m with you,” You say with a smile small gracing your lips. Holding onto his arms that are around you.
With the roll of his eyes, Seokjin announces the obvious, “You know I’m always here.”
Unlike how you thought that truth of the matter would affect you over a year ago, knowing Seokjin is always near makes your smile widen. Your heart picking up a beat, and feeling his own emotions of admiration zip through you. Over a year ago, you would of thought of this as a curse, but when you finally let your love for him overpower everything else it became what it truly was. The real reason a demon will feel pain when being away from their mate because their love is just that strong, and this fact is reminded to you everyday by him.
Twisting in Seokjin’s arms, you wrap your arms around his middle and burrow your face in his chest. Hearing his chuckle from above you, and than a kiss at the top of your head. “Feeling some type of way now, are we?”
“I guess so.” You kiss his chest, then, because you felt that action was a little weird, you look up at him and kiss his plump lips. Pushing up on your tippy toes just to capture his lips with yours. After holding your lips together for a moment, you release them before it pushes on. The blink of arousal courses through you, and that makes you pull away.
Not because you don’t love sex with him, but your back still hurts from this morning when he fucked you into the mattress so hard he now has to get a new bed frame. The once deep red bed frame being replaced with a black one now. Luckily, you’ve convinced Seokjin that just because your favorite color is red that you don’t need every piece of your shared bed room to be in the color. It now littered with not only reds, but the furniture and even the drapes are either black or silver in color.
Rubbing your hands up his chest, you suddenly say, “I love you.”
This confession has been heard by Seokjin over a thousand times by now from you, but even now you surprise him with those words. Like it still doesn’t feel real. Like at any moment he’ll wake up from this deep dream and still be pining for your affections, and hoping for the return of your love for him. A love that now he knows for sure never went away.
“I love you too, mi la rosa. So fricken much.”
Unable to hold himself back, he pushes you against the mirror. Holding the back of your head so you don’t get hurt, but smashing his lips against your mouth so hard it shakes your brain in your head anyway. You don’t even know why you tried to push it away before. Once Seokjin even gets a lick of wanting you, it rises fast and you become consumed by it. You already feeling your panties soaking, and Seokjin moans into your mouth when his hyper senses smells your essence dripping down your leg.
Right when he’s about to pick you up, fucking you against the mirror like he’s down several times this past year, there’s a knock at the door. You both detach your lips at the sound. As your eyes widen, Seokjin’s eyes darken into his black demon eyes and he even growls at the door. For which you smack him on the shoulder really hard, making him jump and blink his demon eyes away.
“Stop that.” You demand and push him away from you. One thing you love about being the demon king’s mate is that you get to hit said demon king awake from his possessive tendencies. “Who is it?” You then yell towards the door once Seokjin’s annoyed expression turns into a pout.
“It’s me,” Yoongi shouts from behind the door. “It’s almost time. Everyone’s waiting downstairs.”
Your once happy mood turns nervous when you hear those words. A reminder of why you were even in front of this mirror to fix your appearance in the first place. The reminder that you both are about to go downstairs to announce your title. Even though it’s been a year, and Seokjin has already claimed you as his queen, it wasn’t until a full year passed—today—that you’ll be crowned queen of the demons.
A human queen, the first of her kind, and said by the king to stay that way. Although Seokjin said he could make you a demon, him being the only person who could make other demons, you want to push that off for as long as possible. You like being human, and seeing how obsessed Seokjin has been with you since completing the rite of making you mates you want to stay this way for as long as possible.
Seokjin’s better now, but after you both had sex for the first time he became the clingiest and most emotional little brat on the planet. He’s lucky he can’t bruise because the amount of shoulder smacks you gave him at the time would have made a normal human bruise until their skin turned purple.
There was even a point he didn’t want to let go of you. This point you actually didn’t hit him much since you loved the constant loving cuddles. It wasn’t until Yoongi said it was affecting his work as the king, making you look bad in the process, that you decided to stop the clingy cuddles.
So, yeah, your fine with staying human for as long as you can.
“Don’t be nervous, mi la rosa,” Seokjin says to you as he cups your cheek with his hands. Skimming his thumb across your skin for comfort, and you lean into the touch. “They’re going to love you.”
You hold back rolling your eyes for Seokjin’s sake. Even though most demons, especially those really loyal to Seokjin, have accepted you not, not every demon in the universe has. There hasn’t been any bad encounters, luckily, but you know by the snarky looks you’ve gotten from the few that dislike you that there’s still demons that can’t accept a human queen. Nonetheless the demon king having a human mate.
“You and I both know not everyone accepts me, Seokjin.” You didn’t mention the incident with Jungkook from years past, but you feel Seokjin’s anger nonetheless.
“Trust me, my darling… No one will not accept you after today. I promise you.” You know this promise is true because Seokjin still scares every demon that doesn’t know him personally. That also happens to be every demon that isn’t fiercely loyal to him. You’re not worried about not being safe just…
“But that doesn’t mean they won’t like me,” Your pointed frown is mirrored to Seokjin for a second. Both of you feeling your sadness now, and he goes right to holding you close to him by your waist.
Your nose is buried into his chest again, and two arms hold you close. He knows you love when he just holds you, so he hopes this is enough to lower your sadness even by a little bit.
The two of you sit there in silence for a moment. Just embracing each other as you listen to Seokjin’s steady beating heart.
“It doesn’t matter,” Seokjin says eventually. Your eyes widening for a second, looking up at him. Once your eyes meet, he explains, “Because those that accept you will love you, and those are the only ones that matter. You’re the most beautiful and kindest women in the universe, baby. And, if you could make the king of demons fall head over heels in love with you, then you can conquer anyone else’s heart, as well.”
Seokjin’s sweet words bring tears to your eyes. The love of your life always knowing exactly what you want to hear, and need to be reminded of. “Aww, Seokjin. I love you so much.”
Soekjin chuckles, kissing you temple. “Yeah, me too… but no one else can love you love you as much as me. That’s where I draw the line.”
You roll your eyes, pulling yourself away from him when his joking—somewhat—words bring you out of the sweet moment.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m better now, so let’s get this show on the road.” You walk towards the door, stopping once you’re in front of it. It’s than you realize that Seokjin wiped all your worries away easily, and you smile at that knowledge. Turning around to the demon always on your mind, you put your hand out for him. “Ready, my love?”
Seokjin walks over to you, interlocking your fingers with his and holding them in between the two of you. “I’m ready for anything that involves you, mi la rosa.”
With one last mirroring smiling shared with each other, you push the door open. Opening the door to the rest of the world, and becoming what you were always meant to be.
Y/n Kim… the queen of demons, and mate to Seokjin Kim, the demon king.
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Clearwater Springs: Part 13
Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.
Warnings: idk
Posted: 04/26/2023
Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au
2,029 words
A/N: Back to surveys, whoo
You weren't sure if it was Hoseok seeing the future or just a matter of taking care of things since they were taking care of everything else, but the front flowerbeds had been cleared and fresh dirt turned up, ready for new plants. You were assuming it was Hoseok since another flowerbed toward the back had been established with a ring of stream-smoothed stones as the outline and the sod cut away. Right where you were thinking of putting the garden you were originally planning on.
The boys themselves appeared to be on a break, sipping water or lemonade or whatever and sitting on the grass, as the three of you arrived home.
Jungkook hopped up. "You're back!"
"We are, sit back down," you admonished, laughing at his antics. "Look, we got the prettiest little tree! I saw it and I had to have it."
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Idk but I really wanna give him a forehead kiss and tell him to be safe
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HELLO THIS IS ALL IM GONNA BE TALKING ABOUT
#THIS MAN SENSED I WAS SWAYING TO THE WRONG SEOK AND CAME TO REMIND ME#IM A SEOKJIN SIMP FIRST SECOND AND HUMAN (questionable) THIRD#shirley you cant be serious.txt
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heart broken into million pieces ;;-;;
#the chin pat :(((#im so sad#why would they separate them#the starry eyes are too sparkly AND I DON'T LIKE THAT ;;;-;;;#fr this is so unbearable it didn't say fucking word i wanna *** his eyes :( honey you've been wronged wanna hug you so tight#really this is awful im so sorry jinkoo ;;-;;#forever will scream how mandatory enlistment is violation of human rights and any country that still engaged w it should choke on my toes#forever mad 🔪#forever sad 💔#seokjin#jungkook#'jin and jungkook can’t live without each other' namjoon can you cuddle me please. please it's an emergency#he* abt***#chaotic comfort bros in their natural habitat
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happy worldwide handsome superstar day :D
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My Queen
“You were his Queen. And the world be damned if they didn’t acknowledge it.”
Summary: Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.
Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human reader
Genre: soulmate, vampire au, smut, fluff, angst, established relationship
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: smut, biting, anger, mentions of death, mentions of injury, brother namjooon, blood drinking, mc has a kind of bad past, mentions of species genocide, mentions of murder, prejudice against species, pussy eating, Seokjin being unbelievably hungry/thirsty for mc, explicit smut, bruising, a little insecurity, jin just wanting to worship mc,
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“Good morning, my Queen.”
A kiss was placed on your shoulder, traveling slowly up your neck and across your jaw before meeting your lips. You tried to pretend to be asleep for a little longer, not wanting to get out of bed, or leave the arms of your lover quiet yet.
“Darling, I know you’re awake.” His lips leave your jaw, moving back down until he finds your mate mark, in the juncture of your shoulder and neck. The small curved ‘J’ held within a silver crown sat upon your skin, the mark of your bond to him.
“No, I’m not.” You mumble, trying to snuggle even deeper into your pillows, tightening your grip on the covers.
You had been up continuously over the past week, Jin having left for meetings for alignments with other lords within the kingdom, and you have been dealing with everything at home. While you were still human, no one would listen to you, and it took Jin’s brother, Namjoon, killing one of the maids for making you bleed for everyone to listen.
You knew this would happen; everyone had warned you. But Jin wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was your mate, no matter your species.
It was hard in the beginning, as you had grown up thinking and believing that vampires were the villains in your fairy tale, not knowing that the humans you grew up with were the real villains, killing vampire children and plotting to commit a mass genocide against the species entirely.
You were scared, thinking he would kill you; drain you dry and leave you to rot. You had no clue about soulmates, nor did you know how much the world believes soulmates are absolutely sacred.
Seokjin was unbelievable patient with you, showing you kindness and compassion you had never known to exist before. He would read to you out of your favorite book, coming to learn that his voice would calm you down whenever you would spiral into the depths of your anxiety and fear.
He had found you in the kitchens a couple in days into your stay at his castle, helping the bakers make chocolate chip cookies, despite their incessant pleas that you should not be helping. It warmed his heart, hearing you exclaim that you were no better than them, that you had been a baker in your own hometown before he found you. Too this day, you could often be found talking and laughing with everyone in the kitchens, making delectable desserts.
And now, as you pretended to be asleep so you could stay with him a little longer, he had the same warm smile on his lips as the day he first heard you laugh. Love was the only thing on his mind whenever he thought of you. His love for you kept his heart beating.
“Oh, you’re not asleep? Hmm, I thought I heard you speak just now?” The giggle that left your lips had him tightening his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. If Seokjin was to pick a favorite sound, it would be the sound of your laughter, or the sound of your—
“Nope. I’m not a queen either.”
You finally open your eyes, meeting his dark ones as you do. He had been waiting for you to open them, hoping to get lost him them before your words catch up to him.
“What do you mean you are not a queen?” Seokjin couldn’t believe what he was hearing come from your lips. Why suddenly were you shy and denying your rightful title as his queen? You looked away, towards the window with the shades drawn the tiniest bit to let the sunlight in.
“Darling, look at me.” His hands move to grip your cheeks, turning your head to face him. Once he caught your eyes again, he found himself trying to coax the words from your lips, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “Why do you say such things? What happened while I was gone?”
“It is nothing Jin. I just had a long week. I am fine.” You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t notice your change in scent or emotions, but to no use, as his eyes darken and his own smile disappears. You had reached up to hold his hand when he moved quickly, gripping your fingers in his own.
“What happened to your hand? Do not lie to me, my love. I will find out one way or another.” You knew you were done for. There was no way he wasn’t going to find anything out when you had a scar to disprove your lie of the week’s events.
You told him everything: how the lords of the manor who resided within the walls of his castle decided to ignore and defy your word. How some of the staff decided that you were unworthy of the king as a human and tried to kill you. None of your meetings went well and you were called numerous names over his time away.
By the end of your explanation, his eyes were pitch black and his lips were blood red, the sign that he had lost control of his anger and thirst for blood. He was beyond raged with how his company treated you when they thought he wouldn’t find out. A cleanse was needed, the floor needed to be washed away with the blood of those that would dare defy him and his mate.
“Jin. Seokjin. Please look at me.” His eyes latched onto the beauty of your own, red from rubbing them in your sleep. “Namjoon has already taken care of some of the matters, but he said he would talk to you in more detail once you got back.”
Knowing you had his younger brother to help protect you while he was gone, some of the color returned to his face, his eyes slowly coming back to normal. However, knowing that someone tried to take you from him, tried to kill you while he was gone, he needed more than just reassurances at this point.
You yelped as you were suddenly underneath your mate, his eyes dark again but this time, you could see a difference within. He looked at you the same as he did when you became mated. He looked like he wanted to devour you. His possessive actions made you squeeze your thighs together, watching as he takes a deep breath in through his nose.
The scent of your arousal was thick in the air, the honey almond made his teeth elongate at the thought of drinking from you. His favorite place to drink was from between your thighs, his mark permanent on your inner thigh from where his teeth repeatedly bite. There was nothing better than your blood when still coated with your own pleasure.
You don’t know where this came from, but you were not going to deny yourself the time with your mate, no matter the form it came in. Letting yourself relax into the mattress, you pulled Jin in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he placed his lips on yours. His kiss was hungry but met with an even fervor you tried to match.
He adjusted, moving his weight into one arm while he moved his other down to your thigh, grabbing the bottom of hist t-shirt you were wearing, and pulling it up towards your breasts. Your scent was now covering the room, making a growl leave his lips at the taste of you.
“Ugh, you smell so good. Just want to eat you up.” He pulled back and rasped in your ear, his control wavering the tighter you held on to him.
He pulled back, moving so he could hold both of your arms above your head in one hand, the other moving to rip your shirt down the middle. A gasp left your lips at the cold breeze now felt across your middle, your breasts open to the chill that always resided in the castle.
Jin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sight of you, your chest moving up and down, goosebumps littering your skin as he looks you up and down. Your nipples hardened at his cold stare, a smirk growing on his lips at that.
“Oh, my darling, is this all for me?” He moves his hand to cover your right breast, moving his lips down to suckle and nibble at your left, listening to you whimper as his scrapes his fangs across your skin.
A little bit of blood begins to pool from the scrape on the top of your breast, his lips quick to cover and lick up the droplets. Your moans were soft, urging him to become harsher, his hips rolling into your still clothed core. He couldn’t help but to groan at the taste of you on his tongue, wanting nothing more than to bring you the same pleasure he was feeling.
Switching his attention to your right breast, he gave it the same treatment, creating another cut and licking the blood that pooled. Once he felt that you were teased enough, your whimpers helping to tell him, he moved his lips lower, letting go of your hands in favor of holding onto your hips. The tips of his fingers moved under the edge of your underwear, pulling it down in one swift move.
“Please Jin…” You pleaded, wanting him to touch you. Wanting him to ruin you. But Seokjin was going to take his time with you, needing you to know that you were his.
You were his Queen.
And the world be damned if they didn’t acknowledge it.
“My Queen, let me worship you.” His lips were on you, his tongue flat against your core as he licked a stripe up to your clit before trapping it in his mouth. A cry left your lips at the onslaught of intense pleasure, your bond heightening the already pleasurable act into something heaven-sent.
“That’s it, my darling.” He moaned, licking up the slick that dripped out of your pussy, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip and thigh as he pulled you even closer. “Let me hear how good I am doing.”
You moved your hand to his hair, needing something to grab onto as you bucked your hips against his tongue. You could feel one of his hands pressed down against your lower stomach, holding you still as he moved his other hand to your entrance. Pulling at his roots caused another growl to leave his lips, the vibrations moving through your core and leaving you whimpering.
“fuck…please…don’t stop.” Your moans were soft, the sound of his fingers fucking into you was obscene, but your body loved it.
Your orgasm reached just as Jin sucked harshly into your clit, his fingers hitting the right spot that had you seeing stars. Your cries of pleasure bounced off the walls as you came into his mouth, his mouth moving slowly against you to help you through your orgasm. After a couple minutes, you tried to push him away, overstimulation creeping up on you.
“You did so good, darling.” Jin whispered as he climbed back up your body, his clothes gone in the blink of an eye as he pressed you into the sheets again. You could feel his cock, thick against your thigh as he kissed you, His tongue licking into your mouth, the taste of you still on his tongue.
“My darling Queen. You are…” He holds his cock in his hands, rubbing the tip up your core, gathering your slick on it. Capturing your lips again, he pushes in, not stopping until his hips hit your own. “Exquisite.” He breathed against your lips.
He swallowed your moans, his kiss hungry as he moved his hips, creating a movement that had you crying in pleasure. He didn’t stop, needing to bring you the pleasure that you give him every day you breath.
With every stroke of his cock inside of you, you felt closer and closer to your high, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to stall off your orgasm. You could hear him groan, a small laugh leaving his lips at the feeling of you around him.
“Now, my queen, don’t hold yourself back. Let your body give itself to me.” His lips began to travel across your jaw and down your neck, creating marks as he went along. He stopped right at your mating mark, placing a soft kiss on your skin before sinking his teeth in your neck.
You moaned at the feeling, sparks moving throughout your body at the feeling of his teeth inside your mark. His hands on your waist and thigh gripped tighter, bruises forming under his touch as your orgasm hit, his bite giving you the push you needed to let go.
Seokjin felt your walls clench his cock, felt the way your warmth tried to keep him in as he hit his own orgasm. Removing his teeth from your neck, he kept thrusting, working you both through your orgasms.
Once you had come back to him, he pulled out of you slowly, feeling the combination of your cum dripping out of your core; the sight almost making him groan again.
You could feel Jin moving from you, the weight of him no longer on you or the bed. You tried to call him back, to make him stay in the bed with you but he was back in a flash, a warm washcloth pressed to your core as he cleans you up.
“You did so good, my darling.” You felt his kisses press against the bruises forming on your thighs. He was clothed this time, a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt, as he placed a kiss to your lips. He cuddles with you for a few minutes, just basking in the presence of you. But he knows he has a few things he needs to do today, starting with talking to his brother.
“I want you to stay in today. Relax and sleep if you must. Just call for me and I will be here for you. But I have some…things I need to attend to today, okay?” He gave you a new shirt to wear, placing it over your head before slipping some underwear up your legs. You nodded, knowing exactly what he was going to be up to. However, you knew there was nothing you could to do stop him.
He was going to be doing a cleansing of his court and staff. There could be no one in his employment or court that had any negative feelings towards you. He wouldn’t stand for it, nor would his family. You were the rightful Queen and these men and women were going to learn what happens when they defy your soulright.
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Jin | Vampire x Human! RECs
(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,
(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble ,
(💜) ~ Personal Favorite
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Title: Birthright 💦👊🗒💜
Author: @jimilter
Summary: Also historical and strangers to lovers!au
↳ “Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.”
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Title: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall 💦🗒
Author: @divine-bangtan
Summary: vampire prince!seokjin x human servant!reader. Also royalty and medieval!au.
↳ “Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?”
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Title: World Of Gluttony 👊📝
Author: @an-ambivalent
Summary: Part of a “seven deadly sins” themed series. Also yandere!au. Author has a lot of additional yandere fics if you're interested.
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Title: Untitled 👊🗒
Author: @yandere-society
Summary: Kind of a head canon, but whatever.
↳ Request: “...vampire!Jin figuring out that the reader has found a way to break through his mind compulsion and is trying to escape? ...”
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Title: My Queen 💦🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @purpleyoonn
Summary: Also royalty and soulmate!au. I have tagged this story in a rec list before, so if you haven’t gotten the hint that I love this one-shot idk what to tell you LOL
↳ “Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.”
#Seokjin#jin#jin bts#bts#Seokjin bts#Seokjin x reader#jin x reader#vampire seokjin#vampire!seokjin#vampire jin#vampire!jin#vampire!seokjin x human!reader#vampire!seokjin x reader#vampire!jin x human!reader#vampire x human#vampire!jin x reader#bts fics#fic recs#halloween
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Little nightsketch with koo the human and marshall jin v(・∀・*)♡♡
#jinkook#bts#btsfanart#artwork#art#ibispaintx#seokjin#jungkook#marshall lee#finn the human#cartoon network#bangtan#bts au
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Jin | Unwanted Reunion (I)
Summary: Once pining lovers from the past, unmated but soulmates nonetheless. Fate brings you two together after all this time, and catching up on all that you’ve missed stirs feelings you want to shove away from your being. For Seokjin, on the other hand, those feelings have never been able to leave.
Pairing: Demon King!Seokjin x Human!Reader
Genre: demon!au, soulmates!au, royalty!au, exs-to-lovers, smut, fluff, angst
Rating: 18+
Warnings: unwanted kiss, reunion of past lovers & friends, pining, groveling, past sexual encounters, soul binding, near death experience, attempt & success at murder, blood, death of a minor character, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual dreams, implied masturbation (m & f), heavy petting, nipple play, body worship, vaginal fingering, dry humping, hand job through clothes
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When Jimin first told you he got a new tattoo, you thought nothing of it. Not even when he fidgeted like a nervous kitten about it. It wasn’t until you saw said tattoo, that you knew it wasn’t put there by ink and needle. You’ve seen enough mate bonds when you were with your ex… boyfriend? Friend? Whatever… to know that this specific marking was not made by a tattooist. You knew, because you also once thought you would have the same mark with a different letter inside eventually.
No… this marking was put there by a demon.
Not just any demon, to Jimin at least, but one he mated with. Had sex with. And apparently had mutual love with.
That was the only way to gain the marking. By having sex with a demon that loved you and you loved them. With all of this knowledge of yours swirling in your brain, you still can’t get over the fact that Jimin—your best friend of over ten years—fell in love with a demon right under your nose. You were doing so good at not getting involved with any demon business since you and… him… split up. Even while you were directly involved with said business you were able to keep your family and friends unaware of the fact that demons existed.
“How?” Is all you ask Jimin once your shock of seeing the mark has wore off. But even as you state your single worded question, your eyes can’t remove themselves from the almost skin colored blossom filled circle with the letter T inside.
Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip. Trying and failing to keep the secret you once also had to keep. “I don’t know what you mean. How I got it done? I just walked into-“
“No, Jimin. I mean how did you fall in love with a demon!”
Jimin is shell shocked when you reveal your knowledge of the deathless beings. Him clearly not knowing that you knew. “Y-you—you know!”
You roll your eyes. Hating that he ignored your question, but answering his anyway. “Yes, Jimin, I know. Almost had one of those marking myself once upon a time.”
You gesture to the marking on Jimin’s neck, and he subconsciously touches itwhile looking at your neck. Like a marking similar to his would suddenly appear on it.
“But who would— Seokjin.”
You shut your eyes at the sound of his name. The person that once filled your heart with so much joy, now just a name that fills you with nothing but agony. Jimin knows about your past… lover? He was the one you went to crying about him all those years ago, and he was also the one to help you put all the broken pieces of your heart back together. He never met him, though. You wanting to keep the few people you cared about in this lifetime out of the dangerous world of demons.
Looking back, you don’t think it was fair of you to just skip out on the person that claimed an undying love for you, but it has also been almost two years since you saw him. Leaving his kingdom with blood all over you, and nothing but nightmares in your wake. You loved him at the time, sure, but once you finally got a good peak at what it would be like to be together with a demon you were ready to leave. Leaving behind a shattered heart, as well, when you told Seokjin you were leaving.
It was good that you left. You needed to leave. The others would never accept their demon king to be mated with a lowly human, like yourself, anyway. To the point blood was spilled for you, and that was something you never wanted to be your life. You didn’t want the responsibility of someone’s death, even a demons, to be your life. Packing your bags, and thanking the heavens that you didn’t sleep with Seokjin when temptation rose so many times.
“Yes…” You say after a moment to answer Jimin’s question. “He was a demon, and that’s in the past now. More importantly, who did you mate with? Is he your soulmate?”
Jimin raises a pointed eyebrow at you, confused by a part of your words. “Soulmate?”
You shut your eyes and sigh in annoyance. Of course whoever this demon was didn’t explain to him the entirety of Jimin’s new-lifelong-situation. Forget the mysterious and secret type. You being the one that was always being kept secrets from even if you were promised a part of their lives.
You explain to Jimin everything this demon undoubtedly didn’t tell him. That demons had soulmates, and it was very rare for humans to be their soulmates. Even more rare that they can successfully mate with them, since the premise of eating their soul was always on the table. But here Jimin is, alive and still has a soul. You knew that meant something, at least.
But the explanation doesn’t stop there. When a demon has a soulmate, they get possessive over them. What yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine type of thing. It’s even worse if the soulmate pair become mates, because then the pair is forever trapped with each other. It won’t affect Jimin, since he’s a human, but you bet your bottom dollar that the demon he mated with is somewhere hiding in the shadows inside your apartment right now. Watching Jimin with two black eyes.
You scoot closer to Jimin on your couch, when you start to explain the feeling they get from being away from their mated pair. Something you barely understand yourself, but try your best to explain “Basically, if a mated pair is away from each other for to long, it hurts them. Like, in the heart or some shit. That’s why mated pairs usually stay together always, but since you’re human you don’t have that problem.”
Jimin subconsciously looks around your apartment, expecting whoever his demon mate was to suddenly appear, but the coward stays hidden in the shadows—for now.
“B-but Taehyung didn’t tell me any of this! I don’t want him to be hurt, but I also don’t want to stay in that kingdom forever, either! I have school t-to finish and work to start a-and-… shit.”
Jimin sighs, and drags his body against the couch in defeat. This is what demons do. They trap lowly humans like Jimin and you, promising an amazing life, but once the entirety of that life is explained to you, you understand why most humans die in the hands of a demon instead of fall in love with them. For not being willing to give up their soul, or for this situation, their love.
You put your hand on Jimin’s knee, trying to sooth him. “It’s alright, hun. Maybe he’s different. Maybe this Taehyung won’t-… wait a minute. Did you say kingdom?”
Jimin said a lot before, but you didn’t realize until now that he said he would have to go back to the kingdom. There’s only one kingdom that you know of when involving demons, and it doesn’t just house the demon king, but also his close lackeys.
Jimin looks at you confused, not really in the mood anymore to talk about such trivial things like kingdoms when you basically told him his life maybe over. “Yeah… Taehyung lives there. Brought me there, and introduced me to the king. Why?”
You feel anger bloom within you first. Squeezing your eyes shut, and balling your fists when realization dawns on you. If Seokjin is involved with this, there’s no way this demon simply mated with Jimin without telling him everything first for no reason. You stand up, making Jimin jump by your sudden action, and you look around your apartment living room like you’ll suddenly be able to see the demon you’re looking for.
“Come out here!” You demand. “I know your there, so stop hiding like a little bitch!”
No one appears, making your blood boil even hotter as your furry flows through you. Jimin, on the other hand, is cowering in his spot on the couch. He’s never liked confrontation. You on the other hand would welcome it if necessary. 
You decide your going all out to get the demon that screwed your friend over, and you grab onto Jimin’s hand and hoist him out of his seat. Surprised the demon doesn’t come out by just that action, but your not stopping there to get its attention, anyway. Jimin is staring at you wide eyed, and you know he’s about to be very confused after you do what you plan to do.
With the grab of his face, you pull him in to place a fat kiss right on his lips. Jimin squealing under your hold and wiggling around in your arms.
You know Jimin’s gay, and you don’t have a single attraction tendency for him, anyway. Sure, he’s attractive, but right now it feels like your kissing a sibling instead of a loved. You aren’t kissing him for long, though, because within seconds of your lips touching your lips are forcefully getting torn apart by something with nonhuman strength.
You get pushed against the couch, harshly. And after the whiplash wears off you look up to see a demon with black eyes, currently gray skin, and brown close to shoulder length hair keeping Jimin behind him and far away from you. You know he only looks like this because he’s angry, but out of all knowledge about demons one things always for sure.
Their possessive of what they think is theirs. And with that mate mark on Jimin’s neck, this demon, Taehyung, doesn’t like you touching his “property.”
“Don’t fucking touch him,” Taehyung growls at you.
You smirk up at the demon, feeling victorious even though he’s starting at you like he wants to tear your heart off. You put your hands up, faking surrender. “Surly. I’ll never touch him again once you explain why the fuck you’ve involved yourself with him.”
Taehyung squints your way, the color in his eyes and skin melting away as what he normally looks like comes back. What was once full of only black reveals brown human-like eyes. And what was once gray on his skin is now a sun kissed tan.
“Huh?” The demon has the audacity to look confused.
It’s Jimin’s turn to take his anger out on the demon. He jumps out of Taehyung’s tight hold, and puts himself in between me and him.
“Why didn’t you tell me about soulmates? Are we even soulmates?”
Taehyung’s once mutually angry demeanor diminishes once he sees Jimin’s close to tears expression. He reaches out to touch him, but Jimin swipes his hand away. Making the demon frown at his actions.
“Yes, Jimin, we are. I was going to tell you…” Taehyung makes work of looking at you accusingly. “But the king said to wait.”
Jimin squints, confused at Taehyung while I stare at him wide eyed. The demon looking over at me and telling me silently that he knows. Of course he knows, though! If he lives with Seokjin, then of course he knows about the human women that was once being prepared to be queen over them all. A life you left two years ago, and still today plan on staying away from.
But then there’s Jimin’s life…
“What does the king have to do with this?! Why does he care at all about me and you?”
Taehyung just keeps staring my way, and I know the answer to Jimin’s question because of it. That conniving bastard. How dare he involve my friend in all this! To, what? Get me back? As if!
I look away from Taehyung at the same time Jimin follows his line of sight to me. Jimin slowly putting the pieces together of why his life has suddenly been flipped upside down.
“Y/n… is King Jin, Seokjin?”
Your hands squeeze into white fists when you hear the nickname you gave him spoken out loud. Seokjin coining it as his new titled name when you were living with him, and keeping it that way after you left. You sigh, trying to breathe through your frustration and headache this all just put on you.
“Yes, he-… the king is Seokjin.”
Jimin’s jaw drops when you confess the connection between you and the most powerful being in the demon kingdom. Not liking how he’s suddenly fidgeting because he thinks he needs to bow or some shit like Seokjin used to make everyone do when they greeted you back when you lived with him.
“I-I-… I’m shocked!”
You roll your eyes. “Really?”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to interrupt. Him being most likely put in the dog house after all of this has been revealed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Chim.“ What the fuck is that nickname? “But what the king says is law. I told you what Jin is capable of, and he used it against me and you to get to her. I-… I’m sorry you were involved in all of this.”
Jimin’s once vexed expression overturns when he faces Taehyung. The demon looking defeated about what he could not help, and you honestly believe it. The second he said he had no choice against Seokjin, you believed every word. He would always try to keep you out the heat of his fury by keeping you out of the “business meetings” altogether. But one day your curiosity got the better of you and you saw how far the kings abilities stretched.
Him being able to cause pain or kill others with just a look, and the threats of doing that being just as affective. Demons had many unique abilities, one being the ability to pop in and out of places whenever they pleased. Another being they can stay invisible to humans, and even rip their souls out of their chests when given permission—unless they kill them first, then they don’t need permission.
But Seokjin, he was the king. He’s lived as the king for a long time, and was handed down the powers of his father when he died all those centuries ago. One being the simple wish of someone’s death can happen within a blink of an eye.
You shiver when the nightmare of seeing that in person opened up in your mind. The sad part being the first time you saw it didn’t elevate you to leave. It wasn’t until that death was because of you that you left altogether. 
After going through all these thoughts on your own, you look back at Jimin and Taehyung and grimace when you see the two making out. Whatever they said to each other while you were daydreaming about the past obviously being enough for Jimin to forgive him.
“Not that I discriminate, but-“ Jimin pulls himself off Taehyung when he hears you talk, and looks at you with a reddened face. The two of them forgetting you were even there while their tongues were tangled. “I prefer not to see my best friend get a hard on in my living room, thank you.”
Jimin looks at you with a glare full of death, and Taehyung smirks behind him. Grabbing onto his hand, and looking at Jimin like he holds the world in his hands.
Your heart aches when you see that look. You once had that look pointed at you from a demon and you remember like it was yesterday learning the extension of the love that look possessed. How endless a demons love could be, and how even after death they would stay loyally in love with you. So many mantra and quotes like that swirling in your head suddenly, and you shake your head when the person that told them to you appears in your mind.
Not wanting his angelic, handsome face to fill your mind anymore then it has today already. Not how beautiful his eyes were that when he looked at you it always made you swoon. Or how pillowy soft his full lips were when you two…
Ugh! Get it together!
“Alright!” You say, jumping out of your seat. Jimin and Taehyung look to you at your outburst. Jimin looking concerned, while Taehyung looks like he gives two shits less. “He wants to meet. Then will meet.”
Taehyung smiles triumphantly, while Jimin now looks more perturbed. “What! Y/n, no. You can’t do that. You haven’t seen the guy in years. What if this is all a trap to get you back?”
“Oh, it definitely is. It’s clear as fucking day that it is, but I’m not just going to let him mess with my friends lives either. He wants to meet. Then will meet… I just won’t be so full of sunshine like I was last time he saw me.”
Your gears are turning, thinking up all the ways you’re going to curse him out and Jimin is watching it all happen in front of him mortified.
“What! No, you can’t-“
“Chim, the king wants her. He didn’t give much specifics, just that he wants her back in the kingdom. And that he would…” Taehyung cuts himself short there. Like even uttering the threats or what Seokjin said would happen was too hard to say.
Jimin looks between the two of you conflicted about weather to console his lover or convince you not to go. In the end, he sighs in defeat. Whispering a “fuck,” under his breathe because he doesn’t know what else to say.
You slap your hands together, getting both of their attentions again. “Let’s get a move on, then. The sooner I can get this unwanted reunion over with the better. What’s the worst he can do, anyway?”
Kill you. Force you to stay with him. Threaten Jimin’s life if you don’t do what he wants.
And the lists goes on, and on, and on, but no one says anything as you all get ready to make the jump to Seokjin’s kingdom. You grab onto Jimin’s hand, not taking the offered one from Taehyung because even thinking about touching a demon makes your skin crawl, and you feel the dark energy consume your being when Taehyung starts the jump to another dimension.
Within a blink, all three of you leave your apartment like you weren’t even there to begin with.
———
When the black fog drifts away, you find yourself in the entrance hall of Seokjin’s castle, and your stomach drops to your fucking ass.
You forgot all the emotions being in this place used to stir in you. How you would get so excited about learning about all the artwork that was carved into every wall and ceiling. How you used to find it so fun to glide across the smooth granite flooring like you for ten, and the person you did this all with making your stomach do flips instead of sink.
You don’t know why you thought you would be so confident being here because now that you’re actually here your feeling dizzy. Letting go of Jimin’s hand to hold your forehead and wanting to pass out from all the nerves that shot through you.
Jimin turns to you instantly, his eyes widen when he sees you’ve become pale. “Y/n, are you okay? I know traveling that way can make some feel-“
“It’s not that,” You say with the wave of your hand. “I-it’s this place… a lot of emotions building from being here.”
Jimin looks guilty now, him being the only reason you’re here in the first place and if you weren’t so anti-violence you would smack it right off his face. You try to force a smile, but it turns into a frown when a sudden wave of nausea hits you after a hearing a friend of yours from so long ago speak.
“Welcome home, Y/n.”
You turn around to see a currently bowing Yoongi, one of Seokjin demon warriors. He’s been close friends with Seokjin for longer then either of them cared to comprehend, and he just so happens to be the loyalist of them all. One of the few who gave you any respect, and didn’t secretly threaten your life when the king was nor around.
He stand up from his bow, eyes shifting into black for a moment. You swallow even through your throat is dry, and wave awkwardly at Yoongi. “Hi, Yoon.”
The demon grins when he hears the nickname you coined him when you two first met all those years ago.
“It’s been far to long, my… it’s just been far to long.” You heard what Yoongi decided not to say. My Queen. A title that would have been your right to have if you and the demon king mated, and you hate how your body stiffens when you realize this. Thinking about the what ifs and being in the place you once called your home is not helping your resolve at all. Before you could go through another dizzy spell for all this swirling in your head, Yoongi speaks again. “The king has been expecting you. Taehyung, Jimin, you two can stay here. I’ll escort-“
“No.” Resolve is back. And your not playing by Seokjin’s games. “I’m not staying in a room alone with him.” You grab onto Jimin’s shaking hand to clarify that, and Taehyung’s eyes widen when you defy the elder demon in front of you. But Yoongi just smiles, not taking offense to your interruption or lack of understanding. You being one of very few he would allow this of. 
“Ever the difficult one. Aren’t you, Y/n?”
You hold your ground, not paying attention to the wide eyed and scared Jimin next to you.
“Ever the vague one. Aren’t you, Yoons?”
You both crack a smile at this. You can’t help yourself. It’s like not a day has gone by since you saw your friend. The game of trying to up the other with words playing out just like it used to all those years ago.
But then your smile falls, realizing what Yoongi is doing. He’s reminding you of everything you left behind. Wanting you to enjoy your time here, and maybe even stay for the familiarness over everything else. You weren’t. You won’t.
“I stand at what I say. I’m not seeing him, or even being near him, alone. Jimin comes with me or will both leave together.”
Taehyung quiet gasp is heard behind you. His reaction this time being about the fear of losing his lover, and said lover stiffens beside you, but you pay them both no mind. Standing your ground as you look to the demon you once called your friend.
“I’m not sure if-“ Yoongi cuts himself short, and you see his eyes move back and forth as they swirl with darkness. Having a silent conversation with most likely the man of the hour himself.
Another ability some demons have is the ability to read minds. If two demons can read minds, then having silent conversations like this is possible. You would have be very old to obtain a power like that, though. Something you used to make fun of Seokjin adequately about. 
After a moment, Yoongi sighs. “Alright. You can bring the other human. Taehyung stays here.” He sends a pointed glare Taehyung’s way, and you don’t understand what the hatred is for hidden behind those eyes. “Come with me.”
Jimin’s hand squeezes your own, and then you both follow silently behind Yoongi. You try to ignore Taehyung’s sudden and loud gritting of teeth as Jimin gets taken away from. Each step closer to Seokjin’s office had you begin to sweat and your heart beat in your ears, anyway. The memories of how happy you used to skip this way to him flooding your mind, and further making you sweat for different reasons.
The things that went on between you and Seokjin in all parts of the castle were rather… lewd. But you never went all the way. At the time you always got frustrated when Seokjin didn’t let you you two go all the way. To complete the mating ritual that was so tempting, but now your grateful you two didn’t.
You suddenly feel weird about that fact. Seokjin could have trapped you with him for life if you both just did what was so alluring to you both instead of hovering around it. But he didn’t. It definitely wasn’t for the lack of want, you’ve been proven by him enough times with his tongue and fingers to know he wanted you, especially when what was hidden underneath his pants rutted against you in the process. But still, he never pushed it further. Not even when you begged like a whore for him, or let him push his head inside you just to tempt him yourself.
You shiver at the remembrance of that day. When you both were sweaty, in his bed, and naked. He pushed you to two orgasms already, and he was so close to striking his own resolve away to just fucking you already. Pushing the head of his cock in between your widely spread legs, and the little stimulation blew your mind.
You can’t be doing this. You can’t be remembering these types of things, or any good times you spent with him. This is how he traps you. This is why he chorused you into coming. It’s just extremely hard not think of the past when every place you step is a reminder of the past.
When the three of you make it too the office door, you push all the positive memories aside. As a last resort, even though you haven’t imagined this day so clearly in quite sometime, you think about the day it all went to shit as Yoongi knocks on the door.
Seokjin doesn’t need to ask who it is because he already knows. You hear his smooth voice carry through the door, “Come in.”
The door is opened by Yoongi, and instead of looking anywhere in the room you stare right at the floor in front of you. Remembering the tragic day that had you running out of these doors four years ago…
———
You don’t remember why you decided that day to come to Seokjin’s office unannounced. In fact, you felt you should have never been there in the office even while you push open the door. Last time you were in here was when you accidentally saw him kill a demon with a snap of his fingers.
It’s okay, though. He explained to you why the demon needed to “go,” but it still haunted you to see the blood poor out of the unnamed demons eyes and nose. The second your eyes locked in on the scene in front of you that day, Seokjin had you both swirling in smoke and transporting you both into a different room.
He was shaking with worry, and Seokjin doesn’t worry. He doesn’t contemplate things that have not happened yet, but in that moment he thought you would want to leave him forever. Even if the demon he killed was a a bad guy. One that thought killing a whole school of children was a good way to gain power. That’s how demons gained their power, after all. If not from being handed down power from their parents, then from consuming souls of mortals.
You forgave him for that. You held him in your arms and consoled him of his worries. But right now, standing outside the office you once did on that day, you feel that familiar sting of fear in the back of your head. Like you shouldn’t be entering this office right now.
You shake your head front the thought, remembering that no one but Seokjin and his youngest lackey are probably in this office at the moment, and then you push open the door without announcing yourself. You never needed to. Seokjin just always knew it was you.
Your smell, he said one day, was the reason he always knew. It always had a rose undertone to it, and one that he’s never smelt before. He would say it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelt, and then he would ask you to never change. Never wear perfume or change what you do because you as your natural self was gorgeous as is. 
So you push open the door with a small smile on your face for the joy of thinking you’re about to see your lover, but are disappointed when you don’t see him and instead see his youngest warrior.
Jungkook, the youngest demon in Seokjin’s kingdom, and the one who hates you the most. As your time here has lengthened, less and less people have decided to hate you. But Jungkook was not one of those few. Being young, and easily manipulated, he followed suit of his own father to think humans are nothing but batteries for demons to use to charge. And the fact that his king, the one he looks up to and wants to learn from, is soulmates with a human boils his blood.
The young demon scowls at you, and you try not to ignore the weight of knowing it’s only you and him in this room right now as you ask, “W-where’s Seokjin?”
He hisses at you, and it has you stumbling back a step. “What the fuck do you care? He’s not here and neither should you be.”
You straighten your posture, not letting this demon make you feel inferior just because Seokjin is not around to make everyone that defies you or him feel smaller. You never felt smaller around Seokjin, so you shouldn’t around this demon either.
“No. He asked me to meet him-“
“Ha!” You balk at Jungkook’s loud laugh, interrupting your words.
“What’s so funny?”
Jungkook’s smirk stretches to an irregular shape, and your two seconds away from running out the door because of it. “Your funny, little girl. To think Seokjin would ask you of anything but to spread your whore legs for him, makes me believe your lying.”
You raise a pointed eyebrow at him. Shocked and appalled by what’s he’s saying. “Well, your an asshole.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to looked shocked. “And yes he did. The maid came to me and-“
This time, you cut yourself short. Thinking back about the maid that summoned you here she looked… off. Almost possessed even. At the time you just played it off as her having an off day, but now that you see Jungkook’s gruesome smile you’re suddenly realizing your situation.
Jungkook was one of few demons, Seokjin included, that can manipulate other demons mind’s. Jungkook was second in line for Seokjin’s throne if he didn’t create an heir, so he had this ability as a high ranking demon.
“Looks like the sheep has finally realized her predicament.”
You don’t waste any time. Spinning on your heels you run towards the door, hearing Jungkook’s cackle of laughter behind you. Just when your hand clamps around the handle of the door, everything starts to turn black around you. The black fog of Jungkook’s mana surrounding you.
You scream bloody murder when you feel your skin start to heat up. A heat that is suffocating you, and making your screams turn into choked sobs. Falling to your knees and you try to look through the fog to find some light, but all you see is darkness. Each lung full of air you take feels like it’s laced with poison, and you start to spit out blood.
Unlike Seokjin, Jungkook’s abilities are much more slow. He can kill you, but it would take time. Something you find way scarier then just the blink of the eye killing, and for the first time you feel what it’s like. To slowly feel yourself die, and hearing a cackling laughter as you do.
You start to cry as you fall completely to the ground. Cradling your legs to your chest like it would somehow protect you. Each intake of air isn’t helping you stay alive like it should, but you push to keep your eyes open.
With one last resort, you yell for Seokjin. It comes out grumbled and a balk of blood comes out of your mouth as you do so, but you say his name nonetheless. You cry out his name because it’s the only person you can think of to save you, and he’s the love of your life. The person you want to be with for the rest of your life.
You want him to take care of you, and sleep next to you. You want to always be by his side, and have him tell you the stories about the carvings in the walls. You want to hear him tell you he loves you one last time, and have him smell your hair when just the whiffing of air around you isn’t enough. To feel his lips against yours just… one… last… time…
And that’s what you think about as everything turns black. Seokjin holding you close to him, your lips joined together and you whimpering when his tongue touches yours. Him chuckling against your lips from the knowledge of how easily your affected by his kisses. Then he would detach his lips from yours and tell you,
“I love you always.”
~
That near death experience should have been the worst of your day. It should have been the worst thing you ever witnessed or experienced, but it wasn’t. No. The worst thing you ever witnessed or experienced happened when you opened your eyes.
First, you’re surprised your not dead. You seriously thought you were a goner after Jungkook grabbed a hold of you. But your not. Your alive and your vision his slowly becoming clear as you smell the scent of blood in the air.
You think, at first, it’s your own blood. That the blood you spit out earlier was the culprit, but as soon as your eyes clear you see in front of what’s actually creating that metal taste in your mouth and nose.
Blood everywhere.
Blood on the walls, ceilings, and every piece of furniture in the room. It’s like someone painted the whole room with blood, and thought it looked nice enough to stay like that. It’s seeping out of every crevice of the room, and you gag at the overwhelming amount of it that you see and smell.
Your naïve enough to start patting your own chest, thinking it’s yours at first until you hear the person’s voice you thought about before blacking out behind you.
“Y/n,” Seokjin says in crying moan.
You turn around, thinking your lover will be able to explain what has happened here, but once you see him your at a loss. At a loss because you didn’t need to ask.
Seokjin has blood all over him. In his hair that you love to run your hands through, on his lips that you love to kiss, and on his clothes that you find yourself always nervously taking off. It’s all over him… but it’s not his blood.
You raise to your feet, staring at him wide eyed and jaw dropped. He takes a step forward, and your heart stings when you take a step backwards out of fear. Seokjin’s own eyes widen for a second, and you see his throat bob as he swallows.
“Y/n… this isn’t… he was going to hurt you.”
You didn’t need him to explain it. You didn’t need to explain that you were the cause of the young demons gruesome death because it was now painted everywhere. You don’t know why you didn’t expect any different. You don’t know why you didn’t expect any different from the king.
Maybe it was because you trusted him. You trusted him not to hurt other’s on your behalf, and that his possessiveness was only because he loved you. But right now, as your look at his bloody hands, you feel sick to your stomach.
Your the reason Jungkook is dead, and you love the murder to death.
———
You blink away the horror of a memory, and try your best not to choke on a sob. Smelling the air now is like you can still smell the metallic liquid everywhere. After that day, when Seokjin apologized to you over and over again for having to witness such a thing, you made a decision that would change the way you saw your future forever.
You left. You left because you didn’t want blood on your hands ever again even if it wasn’t you committing the murder. Even if the man went to attack you, kill you even, the knowledge of knowing he died so young and so gruesomely haunts you. You haven’t allowed yourself to think about that day for a long time, but you grab onto it as you and Jimin walk into the room, and you turn to see the person that still somehow makes your heart skip a beat every time you lock eyes.
“Hi Jin.”
Seokjin’s eyes lock with yours the second you allow them too. He stands from his chair as you walk into the room, and you hate the shiver that’s wanting to course through you when you see his face again.
The way he takes in your form, starting at your feet and ending at your eyes when they met for the first time. His ears twitching when he hears you say his nickname out loud for the first time in two years, and being so close to begging you to say it again, or worse... say his real name instead.
His heart sores at having you so close to him again, and you miss the way he quickly takes in a sniff of the air. Your rose aroma lighting up his senses and making him want to pull you into an embrace so he can sniff up your smell even more. How he’s longed to have you in his arms again, and right now you're no more than a few steps away. He can easily take a few steps forward and entrap you in his arms, but as much as it pains his heart to not do so he stays standing where he is.
You don’t know any of this. You don’t know any of what Seokjin is feeling because for one you can’t read his mind, and for two you're to distracted from seeing the person that once owned your whole heart in front of you.
He’s still as handsome as ever. Still beautiful in every way, and it doesn’t feel like a day has gone by since you saw him last. You remember being so starstruck when you first met him over four years ago, and you wondered how it was possible for a person to look so angelic.
You fingered out how two years later, when the angelic face you’re currently looking at revealed himself as anything but an angel. You want to smack yourself for staying with him after you were given that knowledge instead of running for the hills and seeing the red flag for what it was. The red flag that demons were anything but sexy. But you still see the man in front of you as what he is. As beautiful.
And you hate yourself and him for it. For him being born with looks that would make any girl gladly drop their panties for. You swallow down the increasing amount of saliva in your mouth that forms when he smiles at you. Wanting to run up and punch him in that pretty face of his for still being able to affect you like this.
“Hello, Y/n.”
You sharply take in air when he says your name. Suddenly all the ways he used to moan your name in your ears awakening in your mind, and you clench your jaw because of it. Scowling at the demon king.
A silence stretches, and you and Seokjin don’t take your eyes off each other for a single moment. You wonder if he’s read your mind just now, something he promised so long ago not to do but you’ve come to realize he’s bad at keeping promises, and you hope he has this time. Your hateful thoughts for him filling up your mind, and you hate him even more that when he frowns at your scowl you somehow still want to sooth him.
Jimin squeezes your hand, taking you out of your staring contest with Seokjin to look at your fearful friend. You sigh, bringing yourself back to reality but still holding onto the hatred you’ve convinced yourself you have for the demon in front of you.
“You wanted me here, now what?”
Seokjin chuckles at your straightforwardness. Loving and missing how you never feared to tell him how you truly felt. Soulmate bond aside, he thinks he would have fell for you even if it wasn’t there to begin with. Everyone was always afraid to tell him the truth about how they felt. Fear out of him killing them for speaking their minds, or for being tortured until they changed their minds.
This was a fear brought down on him from his father. To unpopular belief, and your past encounters with Seokjin making you think otherwise, Seokjin only kills others that rightful deserve it. He doesn’t kill others for having opposite opinions or even standing up for themselves. Justice in the demon world is very straight forward. You do something wrong, slap on the wrist. You break a law to the point it almost destroys everything the demons have created, then you die. There's no second chances for those who disturb the universal peace.
There’s only been one time that Seokjin ever killed for sport, and it was to protect you, but he knew it would come at a cost. Even before he ripped the young demon prince to shreds, he knew it would cost him his relationship with you. He wanted to be the man that you deserved and didn’t let his born with trait of being possessive and protective over you get in his way, but he couldn’t stop himself once he saw you the way you were. Dying and crying out for his help. So, he did what he promised you and himself he would never do. Killed someone—demon—for touching you like the possessive bastard he is.
And he doesn’t regret it. Losing you, yes, but never saving you. You're still alive today because of him, and he hopes having you back here will help you remember that fact about Seokjin. That he would always save you no matter what the cost was. Even if the cost was your love for him.
Seokjin steps forwards, closing the big gap between the three of you by five feet and you stiffen in your spot by the increasing proximity of the two of you. “Yes, you're here. Did you miss it?”
You raise a curious eyebrow at his dumb and sudden question. Of course you missed this place! But you’re not going to be telling him that. “No. I didn’t miss it no more than I missed you.”
Seokjin winces at your words, feeling them cut into his heart but he tries to remind himself you’re just angry and don’t mean it. You can’t mean it because your his soulmate and that type of love is never changing.
You feel a little guilty for your harsh words, but you stand your ground on the matter without blinking. There’s was no way you were going to be nice to this guy, even if you still find yourself desperately wanting him to smile again.
“Why did you want me here, Jin? Why did you want me here so badly that you even affected my friend?!” You punch out your words one by one, and you hope it hits him right in the stomach like you know his answer will do to you.
Seokjin smiles... and it kills you.
“You know why, y/n. It’s been two years, but I know you haven’t forgotten who we are to each other...” You squeeze Jimin's hand to the point he winces, and Seokjin glances down at your conjoined hands. He feels the slightest bit of jealous for the boy next to you being able to touch you like that, but he puts it to the side when he remembers who he is to Taehyung.
Looking back at you, he softens his voice when he confesses, “I still love you, y/n.” You shut your eyes, thinking that would somehow make his words disappear with your sight. “And I know you still love me.”
Eyes open again and full of accusation. “What happened to never reading my mind?”
“So you admit that you still love me?”
“Absolutely not!”
Seokjin chuckles, thanking all of his years of knowledge about you for what he’s about to say next. “Then why are your ears red?’
You subconsciously touch your ears with the hand not still in Jimin's, and curse at yourself. One thing you and Seokjin have in common is that your ears will turn red if you’re lying, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet that you’re, in fact, lying.
“It’s hot in here,” You explain, trying to breathe through the lie this time and not make your face red as well.
Seokjin glides his bottom lip through his teeth before he smirks at you. He steps forward, and your back straightens. He steps forward until he's only a foot away from you, and you clench your teeth when the proximity has your knees almost buckling underneath you.
He knows what he doing. He’s thinking he can flirt or bat his eyelashes into making you fall in desperate love for him again, but no way were you falling for it. You won’t allow him to get to you.
“Well, we are in hell, darling. And you're standing in front of the king of it.”
You scoff. “Is that your new way of flirting? Throwing around your title like it will some how get me back.”
“Who says I'm flirting?” That smirk on his face does, and you realize now he’s wanting this banter. He’s wanting you to talk to him, and react how you used to anytime these types of play fights went on with the two of you.
So, you ignore his question and ask him another. “What if I don’t want to live here again?” His smirk falls. “I left for a reason. A reason that very much involves you, so why, in all ways, did you think bringing me here would suddenly change that? You do know it’s been two years. I know you do. But in two fricken years you thought the best way to win me back was to trap my friend in a relationship, and then bring me here to... what? Win me back with your flirtatious tongue and pretty face?”
You feel your face heat up from your last few words, Seokjin’s smile kicking back up at knowing you still find him attractive. Also, this wasn’t Seokjin’s first idea. It feels like his hundredth, but in reality he’s only had three real rational ideas.
One idea was to just... take you. That was the worst idea, and one that still pains him to think about, but it was an idea nonetheless. To claim you as his while you still loved him, and keep you with him forever. Once that toxic idea simmered down, his next idea of talking to you in person was brought up.
Seokjin has secretly looked over you for the past two years a lot, and some of those times he wished he didn’t. The day he decided to reveal himself to you, to talk to you and convince you he’s not a bad guy and still loves you... you were on a date. Seokjin knows if he were to even say the guys name you wouldn’t remember, since that date was the first and the last time you ever saw him, but it was still a date. A way for you to get over Seokjin, and in return break his heart further.
Seokjin isn’t a very jealous person, but he finds himself always jealous of the people you allow close to you besides him. It never got to the point where he wanted to control you, that’s not who he is. But when he saw you on the date with that guy, he wanted to rip him to shreds. He wanted to kill him for gaining the attraction of you like he once did, and then devour his soul so there was no chance of another one of him in the future.
Seokjin got very depressed after that. He didn’t leave his room because if he did he was afraid he would go and kill the guy, and then prove you right that he was exactly like his father and all the other blood thirsty demons he’s executed in the past. It wasn’t until a whole month had passed that he finally left his room, finally calm and able to breathe, so he decided he had to be creative with his next plan.
It just so happens that on that exact day, Taehyung, his newest demon recruit to his castle and the youngest, admitted he found his soulmate. He said a lot of regretful things to the young demon that day. A lot of regrettable threats that he knows he will have to apologize to him one day for, but it’s all worth it if he gets to say to you the words that make you react the way you do.
“No. That’s not how I'll be winning you back because I know you. You're not someone who can be toyed with, or deserves to be either... It’s just-... I’m desperate, y/n. I’m desperate for you because I fucking love you, and it pains me to the fucking core that I made you so scared of me that day that you left me. I just—If you could just-…Please just give me one more chance. A year tops, please.”
You don’t even realize you’ve let go of Jimin’s hand until Seokjin is finished speaking. Your heart, stomach, fucking brain cells feel like they all are about to explode! You’re surprised even when a tear leaks down your face, and you allow Seokjin to place his hand on your cheek and wipe it away with his thumb. He takes his hand away right after, but you don’t miss the way you both shivered at the small contact.
You swallow over the lump in your throat, trying and failing to keep up the tough girl act as Seokjin’s sweet words till echo in your head. Seokjin has always been so good with words, and you had a feeling that if anything were to destroy your resolve of never staying here again it would be Seokjin's incredibly beautiful words.
Words he only always said to you.
“One week,” You say in response, and Seokjin smiles with teeth and all.
“I’m charming, but I'm not that good... six months.”
“One month.”
“Forever.”
You roll your eyes, and find yourself cracking a smile when he chuckles at his own funny way of make this deal seem less like a business venture. But a deal with the devil it still is.
“One month... Seokjin.”
You’re a little devilish too because once his name on your lips registers to his ears, you could have said a day and he would have blindly said, “Deal.”
———
A few things happened on that first day in the kingdom, one of them being that as soon as this deal was set, Jimin was “suddenly” needed to be somewhere with Taehyung. You called bullshit, but you let him go nonetheless because you know from experiences that the best place for Jimin to be is with his soulmate—who just so happens to be a demon too, and why you’re in this whole mess in the first place, but you’ll continue yelling at the pair about that fact later.
Seokjin luckily had a meeting to go to, and that just left you by yourself… mostly. You once lived in this castle, so you thought maybe Seokjin just trusted you to know your way around the place.
WELL! No more than an hour later, you realize what “being left on your own” meant for you for now on. It meant a barely concealing himself Yoongi was around. As soon as you felt his presence, you were in one of the hallways that the bedrooms stretched through. You stopped in your tracks, rolled your eyes, then yelled out into the not so empty hallway, “You can come out at any time!”
Yoongi then popped his head out behind a sculpture, his invisible cloak of power falling off of him. You smile at the blonde headed demon, and wait in your spot until he stands next to you. The you both continue on your re-tour around the castle side by side.
“I maybe just assuming somethings, but it seems like you were following me,” You say with an accusing raised eyebrow, and thinned out lips.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I said no, would you?”
“Nope.”
“Thought so.” You chuckle at Yoongi’s way of just easily getting around the subject. You secretly wanted to ask if Seokjin set him up to do this, but you didn’t want to seem like you-
“Yes, he very much did.”
You sputter at his invasion of your head. Smacking him in the shoulder for good measure. “Don’t do that!”
Yoongi just shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal, but then he lays on you an accusation thats very much a big deal. “Why do you care if Seokjin thinks you like him?”
“Because I don’t. You all know I don’t want to be here, so showing any bit liking his way would be futile for me.”
You both hit a sharp turn in the hallway, and Yoongi looks at the back of your head like you’re crazy. Out of all demons, Yoongi doesn’t really care much about human. He doesn’t care if there around or not, just as long as they stay out of his and his kings way, and currently, you’re in his kings way. Making him freeze all important meeting for the next month as we speak.
Seokjin didn’t tell you this, of course, but he doesn’t want a single distraction when it comes to winning you back. That includes meetings like which clan gets which part of earth to feed off of. Seokjin is the one to make those decisions, but since he’s going to be putting it on hold for you, Yoongi would rather push this little drama fest a long as much as possible. “But you do love him.”
You stop in your tracks again, breathe through your nose, then turn to face your demon friend. “No. I. Do. Not! ... Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Huh, I don’t know. Maybe because A, I remember what you two were like when you lived here—disgusting to watch, by the way—and unlike Seokjin I don’t give a shit about what you think about reading your thoughts.” You’re about to tell him that you don’t think anything of the sort. That he’s clearly reading someone else’s mind, but then he leans in closely to you and says, “So an seven inch dildo was the closet in size, huh?”
Your jaw drops and your face becomes as red as a tomato.
Yoongi looks at you with a neutral face, not even giving you time to explain or hit him as he continues to walk forward and yells back at you, “Yup. So not in love.”
Okay, so, he was clearly talking about the toy you bought and what you... bought it for. It was weak moment for you. A couple of months ago you started to feel very low, and your dreams of Seokjin suddenly become a regular basis thing. You were lucky that after you left and got settled, that your mind was only consumed with thoughts of Seokjin at night maybe once a month, but out of nowhere it became an every night thing.
You hated your head, and you hated your body for reacting in such a way when the dreams became sexual. It got to the point that you manned up and bought a fricken sex toy to satisfy yourself. Thinking it would help with the dreams at least a little bit. Seven inches being the best you can find and best to compensate with your dreams. But those dreams don’t mean you love him still. There's a difference between sexual attraction and love. One of which you think you’ll sadly always have for the demon king while the other one you kicked out of your headspace a long time ago.
Just when Yoongi turns a corner to leave you there alone in the hallway, you shout at him, finally getting over the shock of what he said, “That doesn’t mean I love him!”
“What doesn’t mean you love who?”
You jump, crying out, “Jeaus!,” and spinning around to see an already smirking Seokjin. He has his arms behind his back, and you have a feeling by the way he’s looking at you right now that he heard your entire conversation.
You wipe at your face like that will some how remove the very prominent blush on your face, then stutter out a unconvincing, “N-nothing.”
“Mhmm,” Seokjin says as he leans in closer to you. “Sure it was.”
You roll your eyes, and cross your arms in a pout. Not missing the way Soekjin’s eyes flick downwards toward your breasts popping out of your shirt now when the action pushed your breasts upwards. You also don’t miss the way you feel the smile grow on your face because of it. Stupid ass emotions. Always making hating other people more difficult!
“Have you found your way around, okay?”
You roll your eyes again, and turn to continue on your track of wondering around the castle. Seeing in the corner of your eye a still grinning Seokjin walking next to you.
“Yup. I did live here for two years, in case you forgot.”
Seokjin chuckles at your attitude filled answer, “Trust me, la mia rosa. I have not forgotten.”
You turn you head to the other side, shut your eyes and trying your best not to stutter when you demand, “Please don’t call me that.”
Seokjin bites his bottom lip, trying to stop his smile from growing. “Why would I do that? I also haven’t forgotten how it used to affect you.”
La mia rosa. Translating from Italian to English it means my rose. A name that used to turn you into a puddle of goo when he called you that, and he nor you have forgotten said feelings it brought up in you.
You turn back to face him, ready to lie through your teeth and say it’s not like that anymore, but once you turn Seokjin has put himself mer inches away from you. Clearing any words that were going to come out of your mouth. You back up, and he follows with each step. It’s not until you hit a wall that he stops in his tracks, but you have to look upwards more to talk to him directly. His already tall frame making your neck also have to stretch and reveal your neck to him.
Seokjin’s eyes are drawn to the smooth surface of you neck. A place he remembers drawing out the symbol of his mate mark on, but never pushing himself to do so. He watches a single drop of sweat drip down your neck, and he’s so tempted to wipe it clean for you. To touch your skin again and feel one of many favorite parts he enjoyed kisses and nipping to the point you would wither underneath him.
It isn’t until you whisper his name, suddenly sounding like your mouth has gone dry, that Seokjin’s eyes flick back towards you. He moves forward, and you’re helpless to let his nose trace your own. Breathing in sharply when you feel a part of his you used to love admiring so close to you. Unable to control yourself, your eyes flick down to his lips. His plush lips so close to touching your own, and you have to hold yourself back from falling into them. His lips are just so-
“Say it again,” Seokjin begs of you.
You blink up at him, staring up at him through your eyelashes and suddenly feeling ten times hotter then you were a few moments ago. “W-what?”
Seokjin smirks, and for the first time since seeing him again you’re not mad at him for it. His close proximity is dizzying, and making you forget everything you promised yourself. “I said, say my name again... please.”
You swallow, glancing around the hallway. But each time your eyes move they are trained back to his own. It’s like a vortex. You unable to look away, but feeling like you shouldn’t be around the destructive pools. The please is what gets to you, though. It’s asked so gentle, and almost like he’s dying to hear you say that singular word as much as he needs air to breathe. You lick your lips, whimpering when his nose slides across your forehead next.
“Please, la mia rosa.”
And now you’re helpless not too.
“Seokjin.”
The demon sucks in air through his teeth. Such a small gift from you has made his once dying heart shutter at the sound. Seokjin has dreamt about you so many times since your departure from his life, but never, not once, did you call him by his real name in his dreams. It became a torturing affair. Just a few months ago the dreams would repeat themselves and then slowly started making him restless.
You would be in his bed, and the dream would always start and end the same from there. He would think it feels so real. That you've come back to him and want to complete the ritual of making you his mate. Seokjin wouldn’t hold back because he was desperate for you. Waiting two whole years—no, six years to finally make you his in every way has made him this desperate. But then, when you would speak, it wouldn't be of his name.
Always Jin. It's a nickname you gave him, and he adored it, but it wasn’t his name. Even if he asked you to say it, you wouldn't. No matter what the scenario, you would never say his name.
So right now, Seokjin is a mess. He falls to his knees in front of you, not caring if anyone were to pass and see their king in such a lowly state. He’s embracing your middle, and you freeze when you feel his two strong arms wrap around you.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” He stays silent. “Seokjin?”
And then you hear weeping. Crying against your stomach is the mighty demon king himself because you said his name. Not that you forgave him, or even want to be with him again, but you simply being here—being real—and saying his name has broken the demon king right down the middle.
“I've waited for you for so long,” Soekjin says through a sob. “Fuck, I've missed you so much... You have no idea how much it hurt to be away from you.”
Your eyes widen, replaying his last words. He said something earlier about being in pain for not being by you, but you just thought it was him being dramatic with his sweet words. Now, as he withers on his knees in front of you, you know what he says is completely real.
Most of your relationship with Seokjin revolved around you finding out information about the demons soulmates and mating rituals through small hints. But one thing that has you holding back a sob is what he just said to you. Something you know will happen for sure if the two of you were to ever....mate.
“H-hurt you?”
Soekjin nods against your stomach, inhaling your sweet smell like it’s his lifeline and squeezing his arms tighter around you. “Yes, la mia rosa. Hurt so fucking much.”
“B-but I thought... but we never...”
Seokjin understands what you’re implying, and he sighs against your stomach. He was a terrible person when you two were together. He kept so many secrets from you, and with that mixing up your knowledge of his world with it. It's true, if you two were to mate and complete the bond between the two of then it would pain Soekin to the very core of him to be away from you. It’s one of the reason why he never pushed completing the ritual because he knew you would hate to have someone so obsessed with you. It was even one of the first things you told him after he portrayed his possessive tendencies the first time.
One man walking down the street whistling at you, and Seokjin was ready to rip his throat out. It wasn't until you slapped him in the face, and told him to calm the fuck down that he was fine again. Black eyes turning brown, and gray skin turning white again.
But the thing is, you don’t need a complete the mate bond for a person to feel pain from being away from the other person they love. No, this has to do with Seokjin’s love for you. His undying devotion towards you. He doesn’t need a soul or mate bond to tell him he never wants to be away from you because he has enough pure love for you to know he would never want to be without you again.
“This isn’t the mate bond, y/n.” Soekjin whispers against your stomach. He looks up at you at the same time you look straight down at him. Your eyes meeting and never straying from each other. “This isn’t the soul bond either.”
He takes you hand at your side, and places it on his heart. The rapid beating of it under your palm making your breathing stop altogether.
“This is because I love you always.”
———
A few things happened on that first day in the kingdom. Yes, a few strange but heartwarming things. You ended up sitting there with Seokjin, feeling lighter than air, for what felt like hours. Some moments were filled with silence, while other’s were formed with chatter of all the things you've missed from each others lives.
It was hard not to let go of the past when Seokjin was literally on his knees and confessing his feelings to you all over again. You even made it a point to tease him about it eventually, and comparing it to the first time he told you he loved you.
It was the same day you found out he was a demon, but before that whirlwind of knowledge he decided to lay on you a whirlwind of emotions. You never saw Seokjin shed a tear before, but he cried many happy tears that day when you told him you loved him back and that you have for awhile. Seokjin is a very emotional being, but sadly he only ever feels safe enough to express those feelings when with you even to this day.
It’s crazy to think of everything that’s transpired since then. How many heart aches and heart throbs you and Seokjin have went through, and put on each other. One gut wrenching thing being having to ask where your room was, since you never really had your own room in the kingdom.
You know Seokjin was thinking the same thing as you. That you never had your own room because once you moved into the castle your spot was always next to him even while sleeping. But even after everything he’s literarily laid at your feet of emotions, you still can’t forgive him. Not yet, anyways.
It’s only been one day since you've reunited, and you're not letting go of what you promised yourself. And you continued to keep that promise for the days that followed. You stayed at a safe distance since the moment you two shared in the hallway, and kept yourself busy with walking around the castle with Jimin.
It wasn’t until one night, a week after you've arrived, that you find yourself breaking your promise to yourself once again...
It was a restless night for you. The plaguing dreams of Seokjin and you walking around the castle once when you first entered the kingdom all those year ago resurfacing out of nowhere. You luckily woke up before the dream of a memory got to the part where he kissed and pinned you against a tree that day, and you suddenly felt very thirsty.
You looked around the mauve room, feeling a chill run down your spine as the darkness makes the already dark interior more horror movie-ish. You shake your head, remembering the fact that you’re in a castle full of demons, and that the boogie man or whoever it is that comes out from under kids beds has nothing on your castle companions.
You get up from the bed, hearing the not very used mattress creak underneath you as you stand. You wonder why that room was even there in the first place, but when you brought it up in front of Jimin, Taehyung felt welcomed to tell you it was made for the kids future wife. If the king never found his soulmate, then most likely he would have to be a part of a loveless marriage and that would be the queens room. Knowing what that room was supposed to be used for, and that it’s you out of all people that get to sleep in it made you feel... honestly, you weren’t sure at this point.
You do know, however, that you're very thirsty. You walk to your bedroom door, about to roam down to the kitchens only used for human guests since demons didn’t need to eat real food, to get a glass of water. But your thirst disappears once you open the door.
With the pull of the wooden doors handle, a once sleeping Soekjin falls down with it. Him waking up instantly when his head hits the floor. You stare down at him, wide eyed and baffled that he was sleeping on the floor and against your bedroom door.
“Seokjin! What are you doing here?” You whisper yell at him even though no one else but you sleeps in this hallway that your room is located at.
Seokjin blinks up at you, suddenly realizing he’s been caught sleeping outside your room, and then stands up to his full length in the blink of an eye. He smooths out his black leather jacket that he’s still wearing since daytime, and tries to play off what he's been doing everyday since you arrived here as something new.
“I couldn't sleep.”
You glance around the room like it will have a better answer than the one he just gave you. “So you'd decided the best way for you to sleep was outside my room?”
He nibbles on his bottom lip nervously, and realizes there’s no real better way to explain this situation with anything but the truth. “I sleep better when I'm near you, and-... and I just wanted to be near you.”
His last few words are said in a a whisper, but everything is so quiet right now that you heard everything. Your hand goes slack on the door, and you feel your whole body deflate when looking at a desperate looking Seokjin. A look you’ve been seeing on him a lot lately when he’s trying to get your attention. Attention you've been trying to point at anyone and anywhere but him.
You sigh, and give into your resolve when the guilt of what you have been doing suddenly hits you. The man told you it hurts him to be away from you, and you’ve been trying to do exactly that. Now, that’s just cruel. So, with another breathe of a sigh and seeing Seokjin’s pouty look, you gesture your arm into the room.
“Just get in here.”
Seokjin smiles brightly when you offer him to come in, but he tries to cover it up right after by coughing into his fist. You try to hold back a smile as you watch him walk into your room, him acting like a smiling doofus about it and failing at covering up his happiness.
Before you could second guess yourself, or even think about how this is going to be incredibly awkward, you get back into bed and under the covers. Not facing Seokjin who’s currently standing on the other side of the bed. You quickly tuck yourself in, pressing the blanket high up to your neck even though your white oversized t-shirt, and blue Mickey Mouse shorts are not even close to anything sexy. You face the opposite wall and hold your breathe to hear what Seokjin is doing next to you.
It takes him a whole minute to move, but when he does you hear what sounds like a movement of clothing—him probably taking off his leather jacket from earlier— and then you feel the bed dip as he gets into bed. It’s complete silence between the two of you now. You could hear a pin drop in this room, but that’s expected when you both are supposed to be going to bed. But after what just transpired, not to mention you have your ex laying were inches away from you, there’s no way you’re going to sleep anytime soon.
Seokjin shifts in his spot in the bed, and you suddenly feel heat radiate against your back. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he’ll think you’re asleep, but he already knows your not.
“Y/n,” He whispers close to your ear, and you have to hold back a shiver when you fell his breathe fan your hair. “I know your not sleeping.”
You sigh, opening your eyes, but not turning to face him. “What do you want, Jin?”
He smiles when he hears you hiss out his nickname. Still as feisty as ever. “Can-… can I hold you?”
Can he hold you? Can he hold you. You should scream the answer no. Kick him out for even suggesting such a thing, but instead you say nothing. The silence stretches between you two, and you guess Seokjin took that nonanswer as a yes because then your feeling an arm wrap around your middle.
You stiffen when you feel his strong arm hold you, him resting his chin against your shoulder.
“W-what are you doing?” You know what he’s doing. He’s cuddling you, but what you don’t understand is why?!
Seokjin suddenly sniffs in your hair, and it takes everything in your power not to whimper when he does that. He used to love sniffing up your scent especially in your hair. Although to some that seems so weird, but to you it was always so adorable. Like he loved every part of you so much that he even loved the shampoo you choose to use.
“Nothing,” Seokjin says. But it’s not just a whisper like before. It sounds deeper, alluring even. You try to close your eyes again, but you can’t help yourself and peak downward when his hand starts to rub at your stomach through the shirt.
“Is this, by any chance, my shirt?” You can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you want to kiss it off. I MEAN SMACK IT OFF! Fuck he’s making this hating him thing so hard right now.
It is his shirt. A shirt you stole from him before you left the castle the first time, but your not going to admit that to him.
“No, it is not your shirt.”
“Oh, really? Then who’s shirt is it?”
You try to think of a good enough answer. You could have just said it was yours and you have a liking of oversized shirts, but because your feeling like being a total bitch tonight for some reason you say something that you know will really get him heated, but at the same time isn’t a total lie.
“An exs.” Seokjin stops rubbing your stomach, and you smirk when you hear him growl close to your ear. “Should probably return it to him, actually. Been awhile since I’ve seen him.”
You feel Seokjin stiffen behind you, and you think he’s totally bought your somewhat-lie. But then he’s breathing out a sigh of relief, and your raising an eyebrow at the wall in confusion.
“It is your exs.”
“Huh?”
“Because it’s mine… trust me, I know my shirts when I see them. Especially since this is the only shirt that went missing after you… left.”
You shut your eyes when you feel yourself getting emotional from how he said the word left. Like it was painful for him to say it in the same sentence, so he had to space it out. Making it seem like you leaving wasn’t real.
“Maybe it is,” You mumble to yourself without even thinking, and even though he says nothing in return you can imagine him smiling behind you right now. It’s a smile you used to cherish so much that you can imagine each one of his straight white teeth in a row.
The silence stretches between the two of you again, and he’s resumed rubbing your stomach. All you can hear now is his breathing close to your ear, and it’s relaxing you to the point you feel your eyes actually slowly shutting to fall asleep. Just when you’re about to close your eyes again, readying the whole sequence of going into dream land, you feel a singular kiss against the back of your neck that has your whole body wide awake again.
You stiffen, and that singular kiss vibrates throughout your whole body. When you don’t say anything or even protest against it, Seokjin kisses the same spot again. Drawing out the press of his lips against you this time. You don’t move, and you don’t say anything. Instead, you shut your eyes and just allow it to happen. It’s been far to long since anyone has kissed you that way, and right now you’re too relaxed to care who it is.
Seokjin continues to press slow kisses against the back of your neck, and when he rounds your neck to kiss the side of it you stretch your neck to give him more access. He smiles during the kiss to the side of your neck when you do this. That you’ve finally just sercombe to letting him love you the way he used to. 
Although, if your memory is correct, when he would kiss you like this it would lead to much more dirty and sensual things. You can’t let him do that. You shouldn’t let him push any further. This is enough freedom for him for tonight so you should really tell him to-
Seokjin slips his hand underneath your shirt at the same time he kisses behind your ear. Him kissing your sweet spot he knows so well at the same time his fingers dance across your stomach has you gasping. He continues to smile as he touches and kisses you, and now you’re practically shaking in his grasp. Your not sure if this is because you’re basically touch starved or if you actually like it, but you even let out a soft moan against closed lips when he nibbles at your ear.
He groans against you ear when he hears the first moan he’s coaxed out of you in two years. Dragging his hand up higher, so it’s right below your breasts on your sternum.
Without removing his face from near your ear, he whispers to you invitingly, “Do you want me to keep going?”
God, fuck, say no! Just do it! Rip off the brand aid and have him get off of you. Be the tough, strong girl you’ve been acting like this past week and get him away from you!
You may have thought all these things more then once, but instead you say in a small voice, “please.”
Seokjin bites his bottom lip, staring down at your restless expression from the side, and then he resumes kissing down your neck. With the slowest of movements you feel his hand that was once resting at your sternum traveling into the valley of your breasts. His wrist making contact with your already hard nipple, and you don’t hold back the breathy moan that comes out of you this time.
After a few more kisses at your neck, and a few other ghostly touches around your breasts, Seokjin removes himself from you entirely. You blink open your eyes and stare at the wall. You’re actually about to protest against him leaving you, but once you look to the side to look at him directly he’s going down your body and straddling your ankles. Yes, ankles. 
His face is right at your now exposed stomach, and he places a soft kiss against the exposed skin. You bite your lips as you watch him cascade both his hands up your stomach and under your shirt again. When his hands finally cups your breasts, you arch your back up into them. Moaning as he pinch’s and press against your nipples with both hands all the while he continues to assault your stomach with kisses.
In between moans and explosions of pleasure, you look down at Seokjin and see his eyes already directed at you. It makes everything you’re already feeling right now ten times worse.
“Fuck, Seokjin!” You cry out when he twists your nipples with his pointer and thumbs. He groans into a kiss against your stomach, moving his face kiss yo your stomach faster then he did before. When his center reaches your leg, you feel his hard cock against your cafe. Now you know the magic word to get him going.
You say his name over and over, each one louder then the last. Just like you’re touched starved for love he’s starved for your whimpers. He ruts against your thigh, and you have to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself—tilting your head back as you moan out his name again.
“Shit, baby, you sound so pretty. I missed your voice so much. I missed you so much,” You feel tears float down your face, and it’s because you’ve missed him too. You missed being this close to him, and talking to him, and just holding him. You missed all the things only your dreams allowed you to have for two years.
“mmm… I missed you too.”
With one last pull on both your nipples, Seokjin pushes your shirt up until both your breasts are exposed to him. He attaches his mouth to your left nipple. Nibbling and sucking on the bud as his hand pinches and twist the other one. You grab onto his hair—not too hard to pull it, but enough to keep him there. Not like he was actually going to go anyway. His tongue swirls the bud and your arching up into his mouth so he can some how take more of you.
If Seokjin could, he would consume all of you. He’s practically trying to suck your nipples right off your body, and making them feel sensitive to the touch. You’ve always been so sensitive on this part of you, and it just so happens to be his second favorite part of you to touch. His first favorite part being what’s currently extremely damp in between your legs.
“More, Seokjin. Please give me more!”
Your pussy is throbbing by now, and you want more then anything to feel his fingers inside of you… well, there’s one other thing, but you know he would never do that to you. He’s lucky to have you the way he does right now. He can wait a little bit longer to ask you to be his mate, and finally complete what’s been teased over both your heads for far too long.
Seokjin detaches himself from your nipple, smirking up at your fucked out expression. You don’t think there’s been a single time you’ve closed your mouth since he started touching your nipples. Having to lick your lips since they’ve gone dry.
“More? What could I possible do, that’s more?” Seokjin closes in on your lips. Hovering above the one place he has yet to kiss at the same time one of his hands touches your thigh. It’s all a losing battle. Everything with Seokjin against you is making you crumble into the bed, and you honestly forgot what it was like for you to try and hate him.
You never hated him. That’s why. Not for a single second. You were angry, yes. Upset, most definitely. But you never once hated him. Now it’s just a call of if this relationship is right or now, but at the moment you don’t care if it is. You just want him to touch you and kiss you until you pass out from oversensitivity.
So you say, “Anything you want.” And you mean it. You would give him your heart if he asked you right now, and you know he would do the same if his groan from your words means anything.
Seokjin smashes his lips to yours, and what starts out as a small whimper turns into a loud moan against his lips. The hand once on your thigh digging right under your shorts and stroking your clit immediately. As much as you want to enjoy the first taste of his lips you’ve had in two years, the stimulation he’s giving your clit right now is making it hard to focus on anything else.
He eventually does detach himself from your lips, biting his lip right after with wide eyes so he can capture everyone of your faces that you’re making right now.
“So beautiful, y/n. Your so pretty and so fucking hot… I bet your still tight as you used to be.”
You grab onto the bed sheets when his finger starts to slide across your entrance. The tip of his finger almost going in because you’re so wet from all the stimulation he’s been giving you up until now.
“I-I-… I haven’t…” You can’t even say it. But you want too. You want to make sure he knows the truth about what exactly this part of you has been doing the past two years.
“Huh? Couldn’t quite catch that, baby. Looks like you’ll have to say it again.” He’s smiling, and you want to kiss the smile right off of him. That’s right kiss. Forget your incompetence earlier, you want to kiss those plush lips until you can’t breathe anymore.
You swallow, trying and failing not to moan as his thumb starts to rub at your clit now. He’s really not making it easy to talk right now… or breathe… or even think!
“I said… I could n-never—fuck!—I could never find the right size!” You literally screamed your words as his finger finally enters you. All so he can stop again and look at you with a question in his eyes.
“Right size?”
You swallow, face heating up because you know what you’re about to say is either going to embarrass you forever or make Seokjin so hard he’ll cum in his pants.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since you.” Seokjin slowly nods his head in understanding. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t use… other things to fuck myself with.”
Fuck. You said it. And Seokjin heard every word—understood every word. You were right. He’s hard as a fucking rock to the point he needed to bite his bottom lip so hard it almost bled to not cum. A bunch of images of when you would play with yourself surfaced in his brain. He would stop watching you in the shadows immediately when he realized he came to secretly see you at a time like that, leaving the area altogether, but that didn’t stop him from jerking off into his pillow when he teleported home.
“A-and…” Seokjin coughs into his hand that’s not currently inside you, slowly moving that hand again too. “What would you think about when you fucked yourself?”
You tilt your head back, enjoying the slow pleasure he’s pressing into your walls right now. “That’s just it. I-it was never big enough to be real.” You open your eyes to look at him. “But I always thought of you.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the teasing from you any longer. Seokjin smashes his lips against yours again, and it’s like he’s trying to consume you as he does it. Attacking your tongue, biting your lips, not a single part of your lips or mouth was safe from him. And neither was your pussy.
Seokjin slips in a second finger at the same time he moves his legs in between yours. He’s now fully on top of you, and you feel his rock hard cock through his pants against your thigh.
Fuck you want him to fuck you. Fuck but you really shouldn’t. It’s an ongoing battle in your brain as his fingers fuck you so good, and you feel him hump his clothed cock against your leg.
You remember the first time you ever saw it. How you were scared shitless at thinking he would split you in two, but feeling lucky that he didn’t take you that night. It was just the night after that, and every night after that, that you were practically begging him to take you then.
Feeling him in your hands was a different experience. It was something you could never fit your mouth, but in your hands it felt like you controlled the demon on top of you by the literal balls.
So, while you two were still kissing, Seokjin had you clenching around two long curved fingers, and you snaked your hand in between your sandwiched bodies. You grab ahold of him instantly—since he’s not very hard to find—and swallow his gasp that soon turns into a rumbling moan.
Your only touching him through his lose fitted clothes, but Seokjin is so hard right now he thinks he’ll be cumming like a virgin soon enough. “Fuck, I missed your hand on me. Keep touching me, baby.”
You were going to say a sultry gladly, but then you feel his lips on your neck’s sweet spot again and moaned. You stroke his length with earnest. Wanting him to feel as good as he is making you right now. And your “feeling good” is about to hit its ultimate peak when Seokjin pushes another finger inside of you. Stretching you out and making your eyes roll into the back of your head.
You don’t even realize your hand has stopped stroking but still wrapped around him until you feel him start to fuck your hand. Fucking your juicy pussy at the same pace with his fingers.
“Fuck! Seokjin, I’m gonna cum!”
He continues to bite and kiss at your neck, fingering you relentlessly, and fucking himself into your hand as you ride out your earthquaking—no, shattering orgasm. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to satisfy yourself up until now because the orgasm that rips through you has you close to passing out.
Seokjin feels you almost collapse underneath him, and he pushes himself to completion. All he needed to do was feel you cum all over his hand, and grab ahold of your breast one last time to push himself there. Still grinding against your hand until his own orgasm ceases.
He slowly peels your hand off of him, and himself off of you. Gently rolling you both over so you’re right up against each other the whole time. You feel lighter then air. Someone could punch you right now and you wouldn’t be able to feel it. You do feel, however, Seokjin’s arms wrap around your middle again and him lay your head against his chest.
Just before you pass out from utter bliss, you feel him kiss your temple, and whisper against forehead,
“And now we have forever, la mia rosa.”
That’s not completely true, however. Because for Seokjin he always had forever for you. A forever love for you, and an endless loving soul to share with you. One that as soon as you give him the okay now, no matter how long it takes, he will tell you everyday what it truly means to be soulmates with a demon…
That he loves you always and forever.
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Part two
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Clearwater Springs: 14
Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.
Warnings: idk
Posted: 06/29/2023
Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au
2,613 words
Turned out, there were side effects of having lightning hit your spring, and you should have been taking it easy that day.
You spent another day and a half in the pool in the basement, joined at varying intervals by your soulmates, but mostly too tired to talk or think or really feel.
Hoseok spent an especially long time with you the morning after, reminding you that you said it was his time and that you didn't need to worry about that because it made things better if anything, and that was when you started resting easier.
Worry was a demon.
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people who still support HEADLINER JK, NUNA V, and other blacklisted BTS fansites ... why?
these fans are usually the first to comment on bangtan's discomfort with stalkers... and then they actively turn around and support their stalkers. it doesn't make much sense, now does it?
Jungkook: Please don't send food to my apartment...
Fans: People should respect your privacy. That's so scary that they know where you are and that they found you!
Jungkook, literally ONE day later at the CK event:
Fans: *consume photos taken by literal stalkers and spread them on social media like wildfire*
if someone is traveling across the world to take pictures of someone, they're probably a stalker. if they know what events they're going to be at before anyone else does, they're probably a stalker. if they somehow weasel their way into every single event, concert, fancall etc... they're probably a stalker. if they know where they're going and what flight they're on when that info is not made to the public, they're probably a stalker.
don't shed your crocodile tears over bangtan's pleas for privacy when you actively support the people who terrorize them. these people have the money to buy their way into the personal lives of other people, and that should terrify you.
also this isn't just limited to fansites... some big army accounts are also in kahoots with buying and selling information, as well as sharing private information to tens of thousands of people... like don't even get me started on bora_twts (previously known a modooborahae) ...
last time i saw any type of fandom unity on addressing stalkers and airport crowds was in 2017 to 2019. there was a massive fansite purge in late 2018 and many of these stalkers couldn't take the heat. crazy how fast people fold when you call them out for their shitty behavior. i also remember when bts had changed the rules on fansign eligibility to make it more fair for ARMY, and many of these creeps threw fucking tantrums because they could no longer buy their way into their 23034930904920349th fansign to take pictures of the boys for profit.
the scum of the earth, that lot.
if you see a photo or video, please try to be diligent in checking where it came from. it might take you a little bit to verify the source, but when dealing with the feelings of other people, any amount of time you take to check if something was taken by a stalker, that time is precious and appreciated.
please try not to consume blacklisted fansites, and if you can support images posted by the company, the boys, or the event itself, that would be much better.
#bts#jungkook#taehyung#how many times do they have to beg us#i remember when someone inside of the company let a crazy fan wear jimin's setlist clothes before a concert#they're not safe in the military#they're not safe on trains#and it's crazy how some fans are the biggest enablers of stalkers#jimin#seokjin#hoseok#yoongi#namjoon#bangtan#i could ramble on forever about headliner and bora fr#they're HUMANS#treat them as such and stop acting like they're animals in a zoo
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