Star Of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Office Microaggressions | Bullying | Toxic Work Environment

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1669

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AN: It has been a hot minute, hasn’t it? Life suddenly got a little too real. If you guys wanna know, we put a post for it but for now? Let’s get back into the game

Chapter 3- The Good, the Bad and the Undead

The good, the bad & the undead The party's started and it's better when you're dead

“What was that all about?!”

Her boss rounded on her when everyone else had looked away, going back to their mingling. Lucky wasn’t quite sure what happened either but the tone in her boss’ voice instantly made her want to fight back. It wasn’t like she had done anything to make the situation go downhill. In fact, she thought she was helping everything along. 

“The only thing I brought you along for was your body and your talent for information. You were supposed to help me along, not saddle up with one of the VIP’s! Now you’ve embarrassed myself and the company.”

Lucky’s head turned slowly towards the man in confusion. At first, she couldn’t believe what he said but as he prattled on about his bruised ego--it dawned on her why the other girls quit. It wasn’t about the job being too hard or anything like that. She knew that it could all be handled but it really was the abuse that her coworker talked about and she only dealt with the VP up until then. The same attitude that some of the others had and they weren’t even in his position either. 

“I’m sorry--what?” 

She eyeballed him, waiting for him to say something else. Lucky could put up with a lot of things, statements being said about her and even some bullying. However, she wasn’t going to put up with it when there wasn’t anything to suggest that it was her fault. Her glare infuriated her boss even further and he even took her roughly by the elbow as he tried to drag her away from all the people around them. She dug her heels into the ground and resisted, jerking her arm out of his grasp. At that moment, one of the staff happened to walk by with a plate of drinks. 

In hindsight, Lucky could have done something different in that situation but she reached out and grabbed a flute before flinging the contents into her boss’ face. 

“I have put up with a lot of things since joining this company but I have never been blamed for something I didn’t do! I don’t take care of your ego--I am just a piece of ass like you said so you can take this as my resignation!” She very nearly screamed at him. Mr. Randall’s face was in utter shock at the liquid and her statement that was loud enough for everyone to hear. The room grew quiet as she stormed off, out of the mansion. Once outside, Lucky realized that by quitting there--she might not have a ride home. 

Furiously punching in an order for a cab, Lucky didn’t notice that there had been several eyes out there watching her until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Looking up from the phone, she eyeballed her surroundings until they adjusted to the dim light outside. There were a few lights that were scattered about out there but trying to see something further out was almost impossible. The way that the feeling was getting to her, she almost went back inside but then the thought of having to see some of those people again made her furious all over again. 

“I think you might have forgotten this.”

Lucky whipped around only to see Jaehwan holding her coat in his hands. All previous traces of his irritation that had built up were now gone from his body. The nice and charming man had made its return and in that moment, she appreciated it. She let out a breath of relief, thankful that it wasn’t whom she just fired herself from and took the coat. The cool air had started to produce goosebumps on her skin so she was even more thankful that he brought it out there. 

“Looks like fall is finally starting to come around…” Lucky commented as they stood there watching the night settle. Fog had started to creep around the area almost like there was a pond or body of water nearby. Jaehwan took in a deep breath, smiling afterwards at her as he enjoyed that moment with her. 

“I love this time of night. It’s almost like a crisp and fun surprise is waiting behind every shadow.”

She looked at him and saw him near vibrating with excitement. Lucky only saw this type of energy from kids when they were about to get on rides or when they were about to play a game. A snicker left her lips as she imagined that type of energy when he was dealing with his company. It seemed like a nice thought, to be able to work for someone like him. 

A car had been spotted in the distance and she felt a bit of sadness by leaving now. It seemed a bit crass to ask him if there were any open positions at his company but the urge wouldn’t stop picking at her brain. So once the car pulled up for her, Lucky quickly turned to him to ask but ended up slipping on the steps. Taking a tumble, she hit her knee pretty hard on the stone steps and scraped open the skin. Jaehwan rushed over to her and took a look at her knee. 

Taking out a handkerchief, he pressed it to the wound and smiled at her again. If Lucky couldn’t get into his company, then she might have fallen for him. 

“Let’s get you home, Leonora.” He grinned at her while she made a face at the use of her actual name. Helping her to the car, he gave her one last smile as her window was rolled down. 

“I think that my knee has stopped bleeding so I should give this back before I’m never able to see you again.” Lucky laughed, handing the soiled thing back to him. He took it, long fingers closing slowly around it as he stared at it. At first, she thought that she shouldn’t have done that but what else was she going to do? Keep it because it was clear that she might never see him again? Though, the way that he was staring at the cloth almost had her nervous that she did something wrong. 

He blinked slowly, twice before backing away. Even though she knew his eyes to be dark, in that moment, Lucky thought that she saw them glow. The car starting and driving away pulled her attention away from Jaehwan so she rolled up the window. Fishing for her phone, she sent a quick text to her best friend, Laoise, to let her know that she was on her way home. The phone lit up with more messages from her, all of them chastising since she hadn’t let her know about what was going on that night. Lucky smiled and called her outright since she had the time on the drive back. Maybe the police woman would have some leads on new jobs that she could let her in on. 

It was nestled into his palm like some sort of secret letter with a kiss on it. The smells and temptation itched at his throat as he held it a bit closer to his face. Jaehwan trembled as he stared at the blood on the handkerchief, trying his best not to run after the car and devour the little miss. He wanted to play with her just a bit more but his fun was ruined when her higher-up wormed his way into their world. Now, all he was left with was a thirst for her blood and the extreme urge to decimate that man.

“Hyung?”

Jaehwan whipped his head around at the voice, his nose flared in response as well a slight snarl. A taller man came up to him with slow steps and hands held out before him. 

“What?” He growled at his younger brother. He was even more irritated that he just couldn’t be left alone for two minutes, much less do his blasted job without an escort. The baby-faced man looked at him with concern as his eyes flickered from his elder brother’s face to the piece of cloth in his hand. “Is there something you wanted, Sanghyuk?”

“Ravi had a vision of trouble and he sent me to check up on you.”

“I know that’s a cover for keeping an eye on me, so I don’t care.” He retorted, holding up the handkerchief up to his face. His tongue darted out and swept up some of the drying blood as he continued staring at the direction that she went. There was a slight shuffle from his brother, so quiet that only his kind could hear it. He gave a sigh and tossed the cloth to him because he knew that the younger vampire was itching to see it. 

Sanghyuk plucked the thing out of the air so fast that one could almost swear it never happened. Jaehwan knew that he was the only one that could overpower them all by brute strength but had still so much farther to go with his own abilities. So trying to fight him was almost like suicide. He could only guess that was the reason that he was out there checking up on him. He heard his brother take a large sniff of it and smiled, turning his head towards him. 

“I might just kidnap that human.” His smile grew deeper and darker, giving a glance to his younger brother. His head shot up from the handkerchief, eyes as wide as they could go at his statement. “She isn’t normal, as you can tell.”

“But--”

“I’m bored now. I’m just going to entrance some of these fat cows to do what we want and be done with it.” He turned on his heel and left his younger brother to stand out there by himself. Sanghyuk tucked the piece of cloth in his pocket and pulled out his phone, letting his brothers know what was going on--not in the least happy about what had transpired. 

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Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 9: Angel's Breath

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

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“Every moment hesitated is a moment gone from life.” - Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he waited with the others in one of the many backstreets of the Crown City. Despite his protests, they all agreed that it was best to hide themselves and meet in secret versus rendezvousing back at the tavern. He was pacing back and forth, his nerves completely frayed from having to anticipate the arrival of his friends. It shouldn’t have taken them this long. Yet the night continued to creep on steadily and before long, the lights from most of the lanterns were doused and vendors were closing their shops for the night.

“You’re going to create a trench if you keep it up.”

Seokjin’s voice interrupted Yoongi’s pacing, causing him to lift his gaze to meet his friend’s. Everyone else huddled around him, but thankfully not enough for him to feel crowded. He was keenly aware of their concern and as much as he appreciated it, there was a lingering ache of doubt pulsing around his chest. Regardless of how desperate he was for answers, it didn’t need to result in anything untoward happening to his comrades. 

A hand clapped his shoulder roughly, shaking him just a bit. Craning his neck, he peered back into Hoseok’s face as he gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

Seconds after the words spilled from his mouth, they all heard scuffling footsteps rushing in their direction. Everyone was immediately on alert, their bodies tensing as they waited for whoever was approaching them. But instead of relief washing over them upon seeing Taehyung, dread snatched at Yoongi’s heart when it was clear that Jimin was being all but dragged alongside him. His friend’s complexion looked unusually fair and the sweat shone on his brow from the light of the moon.

Namjoon and Yoongi were at their side in an instant as the others moved around, creating a small storm of chaos in the backstreets. Whatever adrenaline was pushing Taehyung at that moment gave out as he collapsed to his knees, taking Jimin right along with him.

“Jimin-ah! Hey!” Hoseok shook him, trying to get his friend to respond. 

Jimin opened one lid slowly, the white of his eye completely bloodshot. “H-Hyung...nim…” 

Yoongi cupped his face in both of his hands, lifting his head up gently. “What happened to you?!”

He watched his friend opening his mouth to speak. But before he could get the words out, he harshly coughed a spray of red mist. Flecks of blood stained Yoongi’s cheeks and he saw Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He passed out instantly. Jungkook made a croaking sound behind them, but he barely heard it. Before any of them could stop him, Yoongi was shoving Taehyung out of the way so he could heft Jimin onto his back. 

“H-Hyung-nim!” Namjoon called out to him, but Yoongi was already moving.

“We need to go,” he said, his legs carrying him down the backstreet, “he’s been poisoned.”

There wasn’t time for conversation. Yoongi had no way of determining how long the poison was in Jimin’s system. If he was beginning to cough up blood, however, that meant that it was already reaching his lungs and managed to rupture something. If they couldn’t find an antidote in time, Jimin would not be long for this world. 

Kali! It was the first solution he could come up with. I have to take him to Kali-ssi!

Thankfully, she didn’t live far from the Crown City. They needed to get to their horses and do so in haste. If Yoongi pushed his steed hard enough, they could get to Kali’s home within the hour.

He barely heard his friends yelling after him. With what strength he could muster in his frantic state, Yoongi deposited Jimin onto the horse. Before his friend could fall forward and off the horse, he jumped up and settled himself onto the saddle. He wrapped Jimin’s arms around his waist, gripping the reins tightly in his hands and kicking the horse’s flank with his heels. The horse neighed in response, lunging forward on command as Yoongi began praying that his friend would hold on long enough to reach their destination.

With poison, it was always a race against time.

The cauldron bubbled loudly as Kali stirred the large wooden spoon dipped within. The medicinal aroma filled the open space of her workshop, causing beads of sweat to break out along her forehead. She swiped at her skin with a linen handkerchief, taking a breath as she dropped a few more ingredients into the mixture. Releasing her hold on the spoon, she picked up the two thick wooden sticks and lifted them up from within the depths of the cauldron. Attached to them was a sheet of sheer linen, the center dipping from the weight of some dark substance. 

She quickly shifted the item over a large ceramic bowl, twisting the sticks and tightening the linen so that the juices were squeezed from the makeshift sack she created from it. The dark brown liquid dripped steadily into the bowl and once she was satisfied, she set the sticks and linen to the side. With a wave of her hand, Kali extinguished the flames cooking inside the furnace, the cauldron bubbling a little more quietly now.

Picking up a fan, she waved it over the bowl to cool the mixture. A somber expression painted her features as she fanned, not liking the purpose of the tonic she’d just created. But Kali knew that the quicker she worked, the more prepared she would be when the time came. 

Her vision from the previous night disturbed her.

Just as the tonic began to cool, thundering knocks of desperation boomed from the large wooden gate of her estate. Sighing, she set the fan aside and gathered up her skirts, running to the door. Kali rarely rued the day she refused to have attendants in her home. This was one of those moments. 

She quickly lifted the wooden bracer from the metal supports, pushing the gate open. As she expected, Yoongi was on the other side. His expression was desperate and wild and she wasted no time gesturing for him to come inside. His other companions were hot on his heels. They looked at her curiously, but she ignored them and waited for the last one to enter before shutting the gate closed and replacing the bracer. 

Yoongi whirled around to look at her, the burden on his back barely hanging on to him. “K-Kali-ssi!”

Kali did her best to appear calm as she so often did. The young man was in near tears, but it was clear he was doing everything in his own power to keep himself from breaking down. She reached out to stroke his cheek with one hand while pointing up to the stairs leading into the main house of her estate. 

“Take the first door on the right, Young Master.” She turned to look at the others. “Feel free to accompany him, but do not crowd your friend. I will need space to work.”

Without waiting for their answers, Kali retreated back to her workshop to retrieve the ceramic bowl that was finally cooled down to the desired temperature. It took several hours to prepare the brew and she was thankful for the time to herself to make it. 

Unfortunately, antidotes didn’t just make themselves.

Securing the bowl between her hands, Kali made her way into the manor. There was a rush of voices coming from the guest room and she could sense the apprehension and fear soaking through the walls. Pressing a hand to her forehead to drown out the emotions, she slid the door open. The boys grew silent as she approached, separating themselves from the huddle they were in to allow Kali to pass between them. Yoongi vacated the small stool that was beside the bed and Kali took the seat, her hand reaching out to help the young man who was breathing rapidly. His complexion was growing more ashen with each passing second, but she knew he would be fine. She’d made all the necessary preparations after all.

“Someone please gently rub his throat while I pour this into his mouth.” A hand reached out to help her and as the dark liquid passed his lips, she saw his throat relaxing enough to allow for the medicine to go down easily. When the bowl was empty, Kali smiled and eased the young man back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up just below his chin. “He’ll be alright. He just needs to rest.”

Collective sighs filled the room as she turned to face Yoongi. He immediately grasped her hand in his, giving it a hard squeeze. She felt him trembling and she forced the smile to remain on her features to help ease whatever anxieties were left inside of him.

“Thank you so much, Kali-ssi,” he said, collapsing to his knees, “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Kali reached out to stroke his dark hair through her fingers. “There’s nothing to repay, Young Master.” She looked at the others in the room, their eyes moving from her face and down to the floor. Chuckling, she shook her head and stood, bringing Yoongi up with her. “You boys look a little fatigued yourselves. If one of you could fetch your horses and put them in the stables, I will prepare a meal for you.”

The young man with the short beard stepped forward, his brows furrowing. “No, we can’t impose. You’ve already done enough by helping our friend.”

“Nonsense.” Reaching into the sleeve of her robe, she pulled out a strip of satin and began tying her sleeves back so they were out of her way. “Your friend will need to rest for a couple of days. Moving him from this bed is ill advised. You may as well stay until he’s fully recovered.” 

And before she could hear anymore protests, she exited the room and began heading toward the kitchen. Kali was barely inside the expansive space when she felt arms encircling her waist, forcing her to a halt. Without having to turn around, she already knew who it was. She gave his hand a gentle pat. 

“There, there,” she cooed, feeling Yoongi’s arms tighten around her waist, “none of that, understand?”

“K-Kali-ssi…” The sob he uttered was muffled into her robes. “...it’s my fault. It’s all my fault!”

She frowned, turning slowly in his arms. Yoongi’s head was lowered, as if he was ashamed to look into her eyes. Dissatisfied with this, she gently grasped his chin and lifted his face so that he was forced to look at her. Tears brimmed his dark eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. She quickly swiped at them, stroking her thumbs along his cheeks.

“None of this was your fault, Young Master.”

“Yes it is!” He shut his eyes tight, his brows furrowing and creating harsh lines on his forehead. “This happened because of me!”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why? Because you saw someone else with your face and had questions?” She watched his eyes open, wide with shock presumably at how unsurprised her voice sounded. “You simply wanted to ascertain the truth, did you not? So how is that any fault of yours?”

Yoongi’s lower lip trembled. He visibly appeared to be struggling with what to say and she patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts to the best of his ability. It hurt her to see him in this state, but she knew that this was also part of his destiny. This moment in his life was unavoidable. The hands of man could only intervene so much before Fate decided it had enough. 

Today was that day. This was simply the beginning.

Kali felt Yoongi shift under her grasp, trying to avert his gaze again. She wouldn’t let him. This time she cupped his cheeks in her palms, forcing him to keep his eyes locked onto her own. Tears continued to leak from his eyes and she knew he was in pain. But he couldn’t run from this. There would be no running from any of this.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” Yoongi gripped her elbows, as though he were trying to keep himself from falling. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore!”

Smiling, Kali gathered him up into her arms and wrapped him in what she hoped was a soothing embrace. He openly sobbed into her chest, curling his fingers into her back while she, in turn, rubbed soothing circles against his. Yoongi truly was too good; too pure and innocent. Even in the middle of his own muddled thoughts, he was berating himself for involving his friends in helping him to seek answers to questions he didn’t realize he had. There was no shame in that. It wasn’t a crime to ask for help. Kali knew he would need to continue to do just that for as long as he walked this road Fate placed him on.

“I cannot tell you what is happening, Young Master. It is not my place to do so.” She felt him hiccup against the crook of her neck, causing her to close her eyes while carding her fingers through his hair. “You must continue to seek the answers for yourself. You’ve reached your first crossroad and it is time for you to decide which direction you will go from here on out.”

Pulling away from her, he peered down into her face. His expression was torn between two different emotions. Kali had an idea of what those two feelings were, but she remained silent. 

Yoongi’s lips formed into a thin line before parting to speak. “What if I make the wrong choice?”

“It doesn’t matter which choice you make.”

His eyes flashed with anger. “Why doesn’t it matter? What the hell does that even mean?!”

“What I am telling you,” she replied calmly, “is that whatever choice you make is neither right nor wrong. It is simply a choice. It will help shape your future, but it will not change the end result.”

It was like gravity suddenly tugged at Yoongi’s knees, forcing him to the ground. Kali gathered herself onto the floor with him as his hands fell dejected at his sides. It was too early for him to feel defeated. He had to stand up and take his destiny by the horns. There would be much more heartache in the future and there would be nothing she could do to stop it. All the sorceress could do was help him along the way. 

She sighed, reaching out to place her hands on his shoulders. “You really are too good for this world…”

Yoongi buried his face into his hands and Kali watched as he gave a muffled groan in despair. But this would be temporary. He had to be able to overcome this small hurdle. If he couldn’t, then it would mean the end. The dragon would die before it could rise up from the muddy ditch he was reared in. Kali knew she couldn’t let that happen.

She would die before she would let it.

Call of the Amazon: The Bet

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: non-idol namjoon, established relationship, smut/explicit sexual content

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Switch!Namjoon, Switch!Reader Namjoon is secure, Strong Joon [namtiddies and namthighs], semi-exhibitionism, hair pulling [male and female], Impact play [pussy and ass slapping], Wake Up/Morning Sex, fingering, oral, anal, toy use, reckless blowjobs [respect your throat space, y’all], unprotected sex,  creampie, nipple play [male and female], messy kisses, lots of noises, the adventurous couple is adventurous, The Amazon position [kneeling], The Snow Angel Position, The Seashell Position [google it you heathens!],

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Word Count: 3.6K

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The hot spray of water beating down on your shoulders is a welcome relief. Your hands splayed on the wet tile as the water slid down the center of your back. A soft sigh of satisfaction is interrupted by large hands capturing the flare of your hips. “Don’t you think we’ve made enough noise for the night?” 

Even though Namjoon’s lips were busy brushing against the arch in your back, you still heard him chuckle. “They don’t mind,” He rumbled, too busy dragging his tongue across your shoulder. “They sleep like rocks,” He chuckled, pulling you back against him. His hand was catching lather to rub across the front of your body. “Plus, I can’t count how many nights I’ve lost sleep because those little shits have no self-control.” 

Your head tilts upward, mouth slightly agape at the statement. “You’re kidding, right?” It was no secret that Namjoon claimed his best sleep came when he was with you. And now that the truth was out? You could barely hold your amusement.

“Hey, it’s not funny,” He offered a pitiful pout. “Do you know how many threesomes I’ve come home to? Loud ones at that. You should feel sorry for me.” He spins you around, crushing your breasts against him so he can reach down and grab a handful of your ass. “At least we’re quiet.”

You offer a slight nod as your arms slink around his shoulders. “This is true.” But, there’s something suddenly mischievous in your gaze. He eyes you warily as you smile. “Do you think you could stay quiet?” 

Namjoon pulled you against the erection stirring between you. “I’d like to say I can be pretty discreet. I’ve had lots of practice.” 

“You wanna put your money where your mouth is, Kim Namjoon?” You’re on your tiptoes whispering against his mouth.

“I’m listening.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, causing the slick to build between your legs.

“I seem to remember the last time I gave you a morning blow job; I almost was kicked out of my apartment.” You drew lazy circles across his pectoral. Your thumb brushed his nipple awake. 

“That’s not fair, love. I had a spectacularly dirty dream about you. How was I to know that morning erection was going to be so enticing.” He chuckled.

“Joonie, all your erections are enticing,” You offered with the slightest curl of your lip.

“I tell you what, my love,” He pulled you against the start of one of those enticing erections. “I’ll bite. I know here, I tend to be hyperaware of my decibels. So feel free to engage in a wake-up blow-job. I’m pretty sure I’ll manage to stay quiet much to your chagrin.”

Your brow lifts as he turns you toward the corner of the shower. His hips undulated as he pulled your leg up against his hip. “You underestimate my power, Joonie,” you warned with a moan. 

“We’ll see, my love.” He groaned as he slid inside of you for the third time that night. “You can use every trick in your playbook tomorrow morning.  But, of course, I’ll expect breakfast for my victory.” 

The first rays of morning slithered over the tops of the blackout curtains in his room. You wiped at your eyes before checking the time. Namjoon was on his back, arm over his face, chest rising with gentle breaths. You wiggle to the edge of that California king bed, arms stretched upward. 

You can use every dirty trick in your book in the morning.

That’s right - you have a bet to win. A Cheshire grin nearly splits your face as you head to the en suite bathroom. First, you made sure to brush your teeth, clean your face, use the bathroom and take a quick shower. Then, you searched one of your unique drawers for something to give you the upper hand. 

“Oh, we haven’t used you in a while.” A thin, silicone, vibrating plug was stored in a small bag. A small bottle of lube was rummaged as well. “I think this will do nicely.” You exited the bathroom, dropping the towel from around your body. You were so glad your boyfriend was a back sleeper. It made these mornings possible, after all. 

And, of course, the outline of his cock twitching beneath the blanket is a siren song you never fail to answer. The soft light of morning filtered against the ceiling as you crawled under the blanket. You settled between Namjoon’s legs, brushing your face against his thighs. You dragged your tongue across a twitching muscle. You alternate between bites, sucks, and the slide of your tongue against his skin. 

He shuffled with a moan, causing you to stop. You wait for him to settle before licking a path along the seam of his testicles. Next, your lips surround one, a gentle suck and roll before it pops out of your mouth. Then, you turn to lavish the same attention on the other one. His cock twitches as he moans softly.  

You spend the subsequent few minutes teasing, sucking, and massaging his balls. Finally, his cock juts up throbbing, angry, and leaking pre-cum. A finger tickling the entry to his ass when he spreads his legs wider. You pulled that silicone plug from the bag, lubing it generously. Your tongue traces a throbbing vein on the shaft of his cock. That thin plug was pushed slowly inside of him. His hips lift and swivel against the intrusion; the throaty gruff moan made your thighs clench.

Your tongue lapped at the opening of his cock, swirling saliva and pre-cum on the head. He was beginning to stir, restless against your teasing. His stomach dips as you lick him like a melting ice cream cone in the summer. The hand across his face slides down his chest, the other gripping the sheets. 

You take him into your mouth, pushing down until your nose was buried against his abdomen. The anal plug pushed all the way in as you hollowed out your cheeks. Namjoon wakes with a start, and he knows the sensation of your mouth. He knows the sudden fullness, and the feeling has him bucking into your mouth. 

“F-fuck, baby, shit!” His voice is a hoarse, almost violent whisper. You hum your amusement as the vibrator buzzed to life. He runs his hands through your hair, moving it away from your face. That makeshift ponytail was created to give him leverage. He leaned up on one elbow, moving your head down again until you swallowed all of him.

You could feel him pulsating against your tongue. His mouth fell open in shallow pant as he pulled you up till your lips suckled the tip of him. Then he pushed you down again, both his hands holding you down as he thrust into your throat space. A few seconds and he releases, pulling you up covered in drool and smiling. “You’re so fucking messy,” He growls. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock, and he pushes you down again. Not so tightly this time, enough that he could fuck your mouth. Your tongue lays flat against the shaft of his cock. He watches as he disappears time and again into your mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re messy. You know that? When you swallow me down like this. Fuck. Fuck.” He’s desperate to finish now. He wants to watch you swallow this pressure building in his gut. 

You turned the vibrator up to max, and he whines with an arduous thrust that had you gagging. Namjoon was caught between pushing his ass into the bed for more stimulation and pushing himself so far down your throat he was sure you’d consume him. 

He was doing so well, panting softly, stomach dipped and taut, the veins in his arms bulging with the effort to keep your airway open. Then it happened.

Knock, knock. 

The knock at the door, the twist of the doorknob. Namjoon released his death grip on your head, making sure you were covered by the blanket. He cleared his throat slightly, “Uh, y-yeah, what is it?” 

“Ah, sorry, Joon. I just wanted to ask if it was ok to head out on that walk without you?” Hoseok’s voice slid between the crack of a barely opened door. Namjoon silently cursed himself for forgetting.

“Ah, Hobi, I’m sorry. It slipped mind I-,” Namjoon’s breath was stolen as you continued to move. His brain short-circuited as your hand rotated and pumped against the shaft. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He stared daggers at you as he fought to find words. “-I s-should have set the alarm.”

Namjoon bit into his fist as if the pain would keep his breathing even. You pushed the anal plug inside of him further, sure that the tip was rubbing against his prostate. “Ah, don’t worry about it, Namjoon; I’m sure I can get Jin to go with me.” 

Namjoon made a noise that was slightly distressed, “Mmk. I. Will. Makeituptoyou.” He could feel the flood gates bursting open. Hoseok said something, and he could barely register the words as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

You kept working him, watching his thighs quiver. “No biggie, I’ll catch you at lunch!” The door closed, and Hoseok’s voice traveled away down the hallway. You cupped his balls and swallowed him down once again.

Namjoon’s body remained taut until Hoseok’s voice disappeared. He lifted the blanket to watch you suck him down. “Fuck. fuck, gonna...fuckin-” That distressed sound bubbled from his chest as he arched upward into your mouth. He pushed your face down against his stomach as he half sat up to blast down your throat. 

It seemed like every vein in his body stood out as he shot his load down your throat. Then, he pushed down so that vibrator touched that spot inside of him. Meanwhile, you’re thrusting against the sheets trying to feel something other than the throb between your legs. It feels like he was cumming forever until he releases you. Finally, he fell back against the bed, chest heaving and sweat squeezing from his pores.

You release him with a pop, turned off the vibrator with a soft chuckle. “You did pretty well.” Your body is still positioned against his legs as he tries to remember how to breathe. 

Namjoon’s eyes rolled back into his skull, and when it sounded like his heart wasn’t going to burst from his chest? He looks at you with hellfire in his eyes. “You little shit.” Before you could give him any lip or plaster that devious smile on your face - he pulled you up the length of his body. 

There was a soft whoop of sound as he all but tossed you against the pillows. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Your stomach flipped loops as he grabbed your breasts, massaging and rolling your nipples around. Your hips lifted upward, undulating and clenching at nothing. Namjoon’s hand makes its way down your body. “You think that was funny, don’t you?” 

Slap!

One hand moved toward your throat, the other slapped your sticky pussy lips. There was the slightest pressure against your collarbone as he hit your pussy again. Your mouth opened to moan as he slapped it again. A rapid succession of slaps that had your clit throbbing. “Joon, please!” 

The sound of moist flesh being slapped was loud for but a moment. Then, he raised fingers covered in your juices to his mouth. His tongue slid between his fingers, and you were ready to do whatever he asked of you at that moment. “Mm, I don’t think I taste anything. I should go in for a closer look.” Before you could protest, he was between your legs, pinning your hips with your calves over his shoulders. Your elbows dug into the mattress as your eyes met. He held you down, his gaze daring you to fight your way out of his hold. The tip of his tongue collected that sweetness shimmering on your inner thighs. “Look at this mess. I have to clean this up. I can’t let any of it go to waste.” Your teeth set into your bottom lip as Namjoon’s tongue licked at you from thigh to apex. His breath ghosted over your quivering sex, teasing you. He kissed you everywhere but where you wanted. The first flick of his tongue against your clit had you reeling. He showed no mercy as he dove in. His whole mouth opening to cover your sex, tongue inside the hole, nose brushing against your clit. It took both of your hands covering your mouth to muffle the sounds. 

There was a loud slurp that had your gut twisting as his lips wrapped around your clit. You fought against his hold on you, legs trying to close and crush his skull. He slapped your thighs, causing you to whimper as you spread wide for him again. “Joonie, please, please. I can’t..” 

“Yes, you can.” Slurp. Slurp. Slap. “You better if you know what’s good for you.” Slurp. Slurp.

Knock, knock. 

You sit up, eyes wide, with your hand full of Namjoon’s hair. The blanket pulled up to cover your lower half. The door was barely opened again, cracked enough for a voice to make its way through. “Hey! I thought we were having breakfast together.” You groaned at another interruption. “Uh, Joonie’s in the bathroom. We didn’t forget, Jimin!” 

Namjoon’s kitten flicks turned to full-on licks. He chased the slick dribbling from your cunt. His tongue running from the hole to clit. Your body goes taut with a forceful huff of air. “Tsk, you’d better not. It took me days to get this table! Tell Joonie don’t hog all the hot water.” 

Namjoon yanks the blanket away from his body. The fabric irritating his skin and blocking his view of your face. He feasts as if this would be the last thing his mouth would touch. Your eyes move between his dark gaze between your legs and that barely opened door. Jimin said something else, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. 

“Jimin, I promise we’ll be ready in like...an h-hour.” There’s a strange hitch in your voice. “I’ll make sure there’s hot water.”

“Alright, you have an hour!” The door closed, and Namjoon continues to push your body to the limit, even before Jimin’s footsteps have disappeared down the hallway. Two thick fingers scissor and spread you wide as he sucks a rhythm against your clit.

You vibrate as your upper body twists, fingers clawing into the sheets as if it would keep you from floating away. Your mouth opens on a silent scream as the sound of moisture builds. Namjoon suckles with intermittent flicks on the hood of your clit - and you blow. A mouthful of the pillow keeps the keening sounds at bay. 

Namjoon opens his mouth, drinking your essence as you squirt all over his hands and chest. He’s been fucking into the mattress trying to build more friction. He sits back on his haunches; another slap to your cunt has you shuddering again. He swings a leg over your torso, scooting around until that thick cock is in line with your mouth. You lean up to swallow him as he leans down to feat on you again.

The sounds of doors opening and closing gave you both momentary pause. The voices carried outside sent you both into a frenzy of motion. He moans into your cunt as you suck him lewd and loud. You let him flop out of your mouth to spit on two fingers. Those two fingers plopped right into his asshole, deep to the knuckle till you brush against his prostate. He bucks upward, clenching around your fingers. 

You slap his ass while thrusting your hips into his mouth. “Move down,” you growl with another slap to his ass. Namjoon grunted as he shimmied down the length of your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso until your toes dug into the underside of his shoulder blade. He reached down pushing his cock toward the heat of your cunt. 

This was one of the positions you’d practiced but rarely had a chance to put it into play. Your hips lifted making it easier to guide him in. Your hands moved along his legs, slapping his ass as he filled you up. The unique position gave you a great view of his back as he nibbled along your calf. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, “Look at my pretty Joonie.” That thin silicone butt plug was within reach, and suddenly back inside of him.

Namjoon had to keep a hand between his legs, pushing his cock downward toward the opening of your pussy. Both your bodies rocked against the other, his back arched so he could fuck himself against that plug. “Turn it up, baby,” He grunts wanting a stronger vibration. 

“Fucking hell, you take this so well, Joonie. You look so pretty with your ass all stuffed. Gonna get you a bigger one next time.” You moan as you slapped his ass. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I need more…” He can’t stand not looking at you. He moved forward leaving you empty and wanting. He turned on you, lifting your legs up and pushing your feet toward the headboard. You could still hear the vibrator as his cock sank into you to the hilt. You rolled your eyes as he set a grueling pace. You couldn’t help clenching relentlessly as he rammed his body against yours. “Look at you, baby. All fucked out on my cock.” He grabbed your ankles with one hand. The other offering that gentle pressure against your clavicle. He held you down so your body didn’t bounce as he chased the quiver in your thighs. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

Your bodies are drenched in sweat, he looks down his nose at you. The faintest smirk curling the side of his mouth. “I feel you getting ready to cum, baby.” He sucks in a breath, head falling back as the anal plug does its job. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You reach forward grabbing his thighs, clinging to him for dear life as the pressure builds in your belly. Your nails dug into his thighs and he makes the whiniest noise you’d ever heard in your time together. 

The sound of a man overstimulated and ready to break. He is speed and stamina personified as your hips lift higher to take the beating he offered. Both of you were beyond caring about the noises. 

Namjoon moans, shudders, and whines again, he’s so close to a dizzying finish, but he just can’t get there. “Fuck, so fuckin’ close.” He bucks and shakes, your legs free as his hips become erratic. You let your legs fall as he pulls you up. Positions switched, you lift your hands above your head and ride him like a champ. His whole body is taut as you sink, swivel, and swerve, milking his cock for all its worth. It’s easy to get his legs up over your forearms. He holds them there, letting you kneel and change the angle of the fuck. 

Your walls flutter and squeeze at him. It hit you first. The orgasm had your nails scratching down the back of his thighs. He reached forward to grab your hips, pulling you onto his cock until he yelled a string of obscenities while he painted your insides white. 

He held your body still, scared that if either one of you so much as breathed aloud, he’d cum again. “Fuck, b-baby, vibrator, p-please.” He whimpered as he continued to pulsate safe in the confines of your cunt. It’s a feeble effort to remove the still buzzing toy from his ass. You fell onto his body, trying to let your lungs re-adjust to breathing. Both of you waiting for your hearts to calm. A blissful smile spread on his face as he softened inside of you. You wriggled a small amount, and that earned you a sharp slap on the left ass cheek.

“AH! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You laughed at the warning in his eyes. 

“You will be if you keep it up.” He grumbled. 

“Joonie, we have to get up.” Even though that was the furthest thing from your mind. 

Namjoon grunted pulling you, off his cock, further up his body. “We’re disgusting aren’t we?” You both sputtered into a laugh before he fumbled to sit on the edge of the bed. He managed to keep you in his arms the whole time.

“I think you broke my lower half,” you offered him a slight pout. 

“Hey, this was a valuable lesson.” He arched a brow as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Karma is swift, my love.” He kissed the tip of your nose while setting you gently on the edge of the sink. A warm washcloth and his attention to detail would begin the cleaning process.

He turned on the shower, hopefully, it masked the sound of your moaning complaint. He tutted at you, “Come on. It’s bad enough I’m going to need to change the sheets.” He pulled you into the shower, and under the spray of water. “You know, I could get used to waking up like that,” this spoken into the crown of your hair.

“Oh?” You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Let’s make sure we haven’t traumatized your roommates first, yeah?” 

Namjoon’s brows lifted in thought, “Good point. Let’s do wake-ups at your place.” 

You smiled as he spun you around toward the corner of the shower. His pupils were blown out, as that erection started to twitch again. “I think I can oblige that.”