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Cure For Sleep Deprivation (M)

Pairing – Demon! Yoongi x Farmer! Reader

Genre – Horror, Angst, Fluff, Farm AU, Amnesia AU, Demon AU, Fantasy

Sin – Sloth

Summary – [You’re just an ordinary girl inheriting your parent’s animal farm far away from the city. Everything is normal until you catch a sleeping boy inside the tool shed who can’t remember why or how he got there. On top of that after his sudden arrival, you keep having these nightmares and what’s stranger than that is that Yoongi is in every one of them.]

Warnings – amnesia, nightmares, mention of oc dying in her dream, small character death (oc's grandparents), blood, some creepy vibes, mention of a dead rabbit in one small scene, slight horror elements but nothing major spookiness, smut, unprotected sex (always be safe this is only fiction!) magic demon saliva, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, oc tells him to stop but everything is consensual, bathroom sex, couch sex, big dick! demon yoongi, kissing, marks/hickeys, dirty talk, cockwarming, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f), lots of cum, creampie, yoongi fucks you into sleep

Word Count – (6,1k)

Author note. Part of the Seven Deadly Sins Collab hosted by @yutasgalaxy @thebiasrekkers Admin T & @sugasbabiie. Don't forget to check out the masterlist for more spooky fics! Happy halloween!

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You’re standing at the edge. Under you, there are thousands of sharp rocks paving the way down to your demise but don’t be mistaken. The trail is dangerous, one wrong step and you could fall to your death but strangely enough, you’re not afraid. You’re secure in warm arms that snake around your torso like twines. The feel of his breath rhythmically tickling your earlobe keeps you calm.

You’re confused but not scared.

You’re pushed against a firm chest and your breath hitches when he kisses your jaw. He’s whispering something into your ear but you’re unable to tell what he says. The wind blows away the sound.

As soon as his arm loosens around you you attempt to turn around but he’s not there and you’re falling. Your eyes only focus on the blue sky. Your body feels like it stands still when in reality you’re shrinking. You’re falling but you don’t feel a single thing. The only indicator that you’re moving is the wildly blowing wind under your body keeping you afloat.

You’re drowning and your lungs fill up with water. Your hands reach for the surface but the pull is too strong it gets harder to breathe until your eyes come out of focus and the bubbles stop coming. You see him standing by the shore right before your sight goes dark. He let you fall.

Your body jolts awake reflexively, your eyes are open but only see dark. You woke up as soon as you died in your dream.

Unstable hands find your phone laying on the nightstand, it’s 5:21 too early for the sun to rise.

You start taking deep breaths the bad dream you were having lingers at the back of your mind but you will your muscles to relax. It wasn’t real. You’re fine, you’re safe. Your head hits the pillows again as you groan into the darkness of the room. Feels like your last nightmare was ages ago. So why start again now?

It’s probably the new place, you tell yourself. Of course, after your grandparent's sudden death you’ll have some difficulty sleeping. You couldn’t mourn their loss yet, things have been hectic around the land. You were used to the city girl life and suddenly you had to keep this farm going without any help but your own.

It’s only been a couple of weeks that you legally became the caretaker of their farm. Life has been busy and without their guidance, you had to learn how to take care of everything. You still make mistakes but you like to think that you’ve become a little better at keeping this farm in order.

Hoping that a warm bath will soothe your nerves and lift your mood for the rest of the day you pick out your clothes from the old wood wardrobe and head to the bathroom. The dream felt so real, the freezing cold water, the cliff where someone was holding you in his arms. Every sensation felt like it happened to you in real life.

Who that man might be you have no idea. Why did you think it was a man? You don’t know that either. You couldn’t hear his voice and he disappeared when you turned around but something tells you that it was a man.

You start with collecting the eggs from the chicken barn. It’s the same routine every day. You feed the chickens first collect what you can and have breakfast before you move on to the horses.

You try to keep everything organised. The farm is big and there are no neighbours as far as you can tell. The closest town takes up two hours of car ride so your grandparents made sure that everything you need is within reach of the grounds of the farm. Meat, vegetable eggs almost everything that you need you can grow yourself.

Your grandparents were old people so they only went to town once every month to get everything else that’s impossible to make it here by themselves. It’s convenient to find the necessities within reach but you feel isolated ever since you came here. Taking care of this farm was not a burden that you wanted on your back but there was no one else who could have done this.

You’re working on things bits by bits. The ground of the farm is so big that you need your car to see the borders of it. You can’t even imagine how your grandparents managed to live here for so long, it’s only been a couple of weeks but you feel like you’re going crazy here by yourself. Maybe you could invest in a cat or something. Might help you feel less lonely alone in this big plot of land.

You’re feeding the pigs next after you’re done with the horses and you walk by the tool shed on your way to the supply room so you can grab an extra pair of gloves. You only stop in your tracks because it’s open but you never leave anything open. You might be alone here but you were always a firm believer that it’s better to be cautious than be sorry later.

Your sole weapon is a pair of sharp scissors that you cut the food bag with. The shed is dark inside even when you open both sides of the door to get a better view of the inside. The tools are scattered around the dirty room. You couldn’t find the time to clean this place up as you concentrated on the main house, for now, there’s still too many rooms and places that you need to clean. Doing everything alone is hard and takes more time but you don’t have anyone to ask and hiring staff makes you anxious since you’re living here alone in the middle of nowhere.

”Anybody there?” You cringe hearing your own voice. Great, that’s what the protagonist says in a fucking horror movie. You can only hope that your fate is nothing like that. You had no idea that having a thing for horror movies will bite you back in the ass. You even see an old rusty saw hanging on the walls. The table is full of different hammers and screwdrivers. The whole place makes you be on edge.

There’s a stack of dry straw in the corner in big piles. The sunlight can only reach one part of it but you can make out a silhouette. You pick up a small rock from the ground and aim at the stranger’s back you need to make sure he’s not dead or poses a threat to your own life so you observe him from afar tightly clutching your scissors. You call him loudly picking up more rocks to wake him up.

You gasp when he suddenly moves. You watch him sit up on top of the pile, his clothes and hair full of straw fibres as he rubs his eyes sleepily. It seems like he didn’t realise where he is or he’s not alone so you keep quiet and observe him as best as you can under the dim lights of the shed.

He’s young, around your age if you had to guess. You don’t know how to feel about that. It makes him more potent to overpower you if he decides he’s on serial killer duty. You don’t know him he could be running from the authorities. An old farm is a good place to hide after all and you’re on your own. Your only weapon is a fucking pair of scissors that’s not even sharp enough to defend yourself with!

”Where am I?” You’re startled out of your thoughts when he speaks. His eyes finally land on you standing a few feet away from him.

You should have called the police while he was sleeping and shut yourself inside your home. Why is it that it’s only now that you think of that?! He’s looking at you waiting for an answer and you decide to reap what you sow.

”You’re inside my property! How did you get here and why are you sleeping in my shed?” You point in his direction with your weapon, trying to seem more intimidating. The boy seems to be as lost as you are. He blinks at you before he eventually raises his hands to calm you down.

”I don’t know how I got here. The first memory I have is waking up here and talking to you. I don’t remember anything else from before that.”

Your brain tells you to not believe him. Rationally thinking he could still be a murderer. But. The big but is that if he’s here to kill you your run-down house will not stop him from achieving that. The locks are old and if he uses some force you’re sure he could eventually break in and even if you call the police right now they will arrive two hours too late to save you.

”Nothing? Not even your name?” You ask. Once you begin lowering your scissors he loosens up his rigid stance and you watch his shoulder hunch over. He looks really confused and lost. The man shakes his head and stares up ahead as if he’s trying hard to retain anything from before this moment.

”Are you hungry?”

You ask him in a timid voice that tells him you dropped your act to appear more threatening.

He needs help, if it happens that he’s really a serial killer then you’re fucked but until then you could do something good in this world. The boy nods - the tiny gesture is almost unnoticeable. It seems like he’s not the talkative type. You can’t really blame him it must be frustrating to not remember anything.

He follows you to the main house but fortunately, he keeps a friendly distance from you as you walk ahead of him, the silence that settles between you however is awkward and kind of creepy. His eyelids are fluttering shut every so minute that you think he’s still fighting to be awake. You have no idea how long he has been sleeping there before you found him.

You make him some easy breakfast while he wanders around the living room. You were reluctant to let him roam free in your house at first but later you decided that there’s not much he can steal anyway.

The announcement of your grandparent’s will was sudden a lot of your family members weren’t aware they had one, to begin with, so there’s still a lot of your stuff that’s in your apartment in the city waiting to be shipped as you only packed the essentials. As to why you left as soon as you claimed ownership of the farm is simple enough. The apartment you lived in is a shithole everything in it is old and the equally as old landlord doesn’t like to renovate or spend a single penny on the building that’s slowly crumbling down to the ground.

You’re sad that things come to this but you’re not in the position to deny the money that your grandparents saved and the only way you could access the money is if you take care of the farm and keep it running. You had to quit your job and leave everything behind just to pay back your loan sharks. At least you’re free of them. Now you have other problems to tackle.

One is the man that you found sleeping inside your tool shed.

You offered him to take a shower after he ate since his clothes and skin is covered in filth as if he crawled out of a mud pit.

You found some of your grandpa’s old clothes that you keep in a box that will do for now. You want to give the clothes to charity but you’re not going into town for a while. Gass is expensive and you’re still fixing up the farm, replacing old equipment and installing new features.

Searching through his dirty clothes doesn’t help you figure out who he is. There’s not even a receipt in his pockets he literally has nothing on him. You’re way past the point where you could just kick him out.

He’s not your responsibility you don’t even know his name nor where he’s from. On top of all that he has this weird aura around him. You can’t explain it but something about him makes your skin crawl.

He sleeps away most of the day. When you’re back after you’re done with tending to the animals you find him in the same position on the couch with his eyes closed. You eat breakfast and lunch together every day but there’s not much that he can tell you about himself.

You offered to take him to the nearby police station but he refused, he said that he has a bad feeling about going there and you didn’t try to force him. You’re lowkey still scared of him even though he didn’t do anything that would make you fear him. He looks harmless, he’s always sleepy and only wakes up to eat with you. You’re a little jealous that he’s so thin when all he does is lounge on your couch occasionally watch tv and maintain his small built. Whilst all you have to do is think about fries and you’re one pound heavier.

You’re also jealous that he can sleep so peacefully. Ever since he appeared your nightmares become worse. Every morning you wake in up cold sweat and your head is all over the place. You can’t retain much of it but there’s something constant appearing in every dream you have. It’s him. He’s always in your nightmares and at first, you thought that your mind is projecting him in your dreams because you don’t know him and his appearance was strange, to say the least.

You always try to make sense of things and he’s the biggest enigma that you had the displeasure of meeting. There are times when you catch him at the dining table sitting and looking into the distance with unfocused eyes, staring at nothing in particular but his facial expression is dark. Almost scarily empty.

The next day you decided to switch things up maybe if you spend more time with him your mind won’t create nightmares about him and a little change of scenery might trigger his memories to come back as well so you decided to take him into town with you on your supply run.

He didn’t look happy about it when you mentioned your idea but he got into the car with you when it was time to leave. Truthfully you didn’t think he’ll come. The radio served as a great distraction throughout the long ride, you keep calling him ’boy’ in your head. Even when you call him you say ’you’ or ’hey’ since he’s yet to remember his name, it marks the end of the second week that you found him and he’s tightlipped as ever. You got used to him by now though.

It felt almost domestic. He pushed the cart while you checked your list. The cashier even mistook you as a young couple when you checked out at the front. You observed that he likes to eat the cinnamon choco cereal in the mornings so you even added that to your list.

It’s unsettling how normal it feels like to have him around. Your eyes always search for him the moment you step into the house and he never disappoints to be there where you left him in the morning. You stopped asking him if he remembers anything because that would mean that he can continue his life where he left off. You know that someday he’ll leave you, his stay with you is temporary.

You should be anticipating that day but strangely you find yourself not wanting him to leave and forget about you.

”Ow. What is it?” You rub your nose where you walked right into his back. You only have one bag in your hands while your companion carries two more. He stopped walking but you could tell that he’s looking at something intently.

You have to stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulders and see what made him freeze in the middle of the street so suddenly without uttering a word. It’s a shady looking bar that’s closed during the day.

”Do you-” You start but stop, your voice is faint but he clearly hears you. He turns slightly around he surprises you by grabbing your hand. His hand is ice cold and there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

”Have you been here?” You ask this time while motioning in the bar’s direction. Maybe he’s local. It’s a possibility considering that he ended up on your farm. He should be living around here somewhere. It’s still hard to believe that he walked two hours barefoot though to end up sleeping in your shed.

”Let’s go back it’s almost time for feeding the animals.” The previous expression vanishes as soon as it appeared. You let him pull you in the direction of your car even though you have thousands of questions about what happened earlier you don’t say anything and just nod agreeing.

In your nightmares, the boy who lives with you plays some kind of role in your death. Either he lets you go at the edge of the cliff or pushes you in front of a moving car. It’s a different scenario every time.

It feels real every time too. Sometimes you have a hard time separating this boy from the boy in your dreams. There’s a negative emotion that surfaces when you look at him but what’s stranger than that is when you’re inside your dream you’re never afraid of him. You oddly feel safe. He holds you or kisses your cheek and your heart goes crazy. Your emotions regarding him are ambivalent to the point where it starts to drive you crazy. You don’t remember when was the last time you were able to catch a goodnight's sleep. Due to the lack of sleep, your headache is a constant reminder that you desperately need some rest and you eat less and less in the morning.

This time you woke up before midnight and you decided to go down and get a glass of water to soothe your sore throat.

You check up on him on your way to the kitchen by sheer coincidence but he’s not there. You look around the house everywhere calling out to him in a whisper but he’s nowhere to be found. Until you look outside. You catch his shadow moving on the porch. It’s weird.

You can’t imagine what he could be doing in the middle of the night outside in the dark. You’re nervous to follow him out but your curious nature outweighs the possible danger that you might put yourself in if you get caught.

He’s talking to something. You find him crouched looking at something in the grass. You step closer, you manage to make your steps light so you don’t alert him before you could see what’s going on.

You choke on a gasp as you try to silence yourself with your hands firmly placed in front of your mouth.

It’s a dead rabbit. Near the body, there’s a sharp rock the edge of it is smeared with fresh blood. His fingers are soaked in the ruby red substance and then you see it. He’s been writing something with his fingertips on the ground. You don’t recognise the language it all looks gibberish to you.

He looks up from the dead body straight at you. His whole eye is black even the white part is swallowed by blackness. It’s a terrifying sight. You step back when he straightens up, he backs you into a corner until your back collides with the wall of the nearby shed. There’s nowhere else you can go now. He caught you.

You don’t dare to look him in the eyes when he’s just a hairbreadth away from you, you could feel his breath on your cheek. You close your eyes tightly when he raises his hands you don’t know what to expect. Will he pull your hair? Slap you or choke you? He does none of that.

You can’t believe how gentle his touch is. He cups your cheeks with blood-stained fingers transferring the warm liquid on your skin that makes bile rise up into your throat but you hold it in.

”You’re scared of me. This is why I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You keep looking at the ground and he doesn’t force you to face him thankfully. You’re still trying to process everything that you witnessed. Whatever that was.

”W- Who are you?” What are you might be even better but you settle for the first. You flinch when he closes the gap between your faces and touch your foreheads together. He smells like your body wash. It makes you confused. What you should think now? He smells like your shampoo and he wears the clothes of your grandpa and you’ve been living with him for months.

He never touched even a thread of your hair and he could have plenty of opportunities to do so.

”I’m Yoongi.”

Your head jerks away in favour to look at him. You watch him with big eyes the fear you felt is overdriven by surprise. You wanted to put a name to his face so bad for the last couple of weeks. It feels surreal to learn it. The name Yoongi suits him.

He’s confused why you look so angry all of the sudden after the surprise wears off. Your reactions are late, you’re too tired to think rationally.

”You lied to me! You said you don’t remember your name.” You push him away solely running on adrenaline due to sleep deprivation. You’re angry but you’re not ready to admit to yourself why. You shouldn’t care if he lied or not. He had a fucking black eye with no white parts or even a pupil! It’s clear that he’s anything but human. It doesn’t make any sense in your head.

”I didn’t.” Yoongi catches your wrist that’s firmly placed on his chest to push him farther away but he doesn’t budge.

”When I woke up in the shed I really didn’t know where I was or who I am. It came back later.”

”How long did you know?”

Yoongi looks away before he answers. ”After the first week.”

He holds your wrists firmly not leaving you room to wriggle yourself out of his hold no matter how hard you struggle. You stop trying as you look to the side glaring at nothing in particular.

”What are you then? Why did you kill the rabbit?”

Yoongi sighs in defeat when you keep looking everywhere but not at him. He promises to answer all your questions inside. He could tell how you started shivering when the wind started to pick up. It’s way past midnight now. You don’t say anything but nod.

Suddenly you have nothing left to say and Yoongi tries to tell you what happened to him. It would be a lie if you said you’re not curious.

”Start with the rabbit.” You give him a starting point to begin his story, the poor animal’s picture, dead in your backyard is still livid in your mind even when you guide Yoongi into the downstairs bathroom.

”I had to kill him. I needed his blood and I couldn’t harm one of your animals. You like them too much and I didn’t want to see you sad over them. I’m calling my brothers, they’re searching for me.”

You push his hands under the sink and let the blood be washed away by the running tap water. You scrub his hands clean until it’s only soapy water that’s left. The red is drained by the sinkhole as if it wasn’t there. It somewhat soothes your jittering.

”Your brothers?” You parrot him and he dares to chuckle, your glare stops him once he looks at you though.

”Uh, yeah. I have six other brothers. Have you heard of the seven deadly sins Y/N?”

The furrow of your brows lets him know that you don’t see the point why he brings this concept up now. ”Of course I know. It’s taught in school.”

”What you’re taught in school is different from reality but the main concept is similar. Seven demons come to earth on October 31 and make as many people as they can indulge in their sin. Usually, after midnight they retreat back to hell and wait for the next year to come again and do the same as before.”

”Why does the number of people matter?”

You dry his hands with the towel next to the sink and let his hand go the moment you’re done. Yoongi looks after your hand longingly but ignores the urge to grab your hand again and answers your question instead.

”We get rewards in hell according to the number of people we corrupt. It helps to establish our place so weakling demons behave and follow our orders. If you show mercy you’re tossed into the firepit.”

”We?”

”Yes. Y/N, I’m a demon and I’m responsible for one of the seven deadly sins with my six brothers.”

You could figure out his sin without him needing to tell you. All he would do these past months since you found him is sleep and eat. Now it all makes kind of sense. Crazy. But after seeing his black eyes turn back their original colour you can’t really deny his true nature.

”Are you responsible for my nightmares too?” Yoongi looks away sheepishly, it’s a new expression that you haven’t seen on him yet.

”Yes, I’m sorry about that. It’s a side effect that humans develop when a demon is close by. Our demon powers mess with the natural wavelength your brains emit and you’re most vulnerable to its effects when you’re asleep.”

”Can you make the nightmares stop? I really want to rest and not wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat while you wait for your brothers to find you. It could take weeks and you’ve been here for a while. Don’t take it to heart.”

Your brain is fried after all this talk about demons and hell. Right now you just take everything as it is. You’re too tired to properly think and freak out but you learnt to trust Yoongi during his stay with you and even though he scared the living shit out of you outside with the dead rabbit and all now you’re eerily calm. It makes sense why your emotions were all over the place. His demon powers messed with your head but your heart knew that he means no harm at least to you.

You showed him kindness and for a week when he didn’t remember who he was you took care of him. It moved something in his heart. He became attached to you and it never happened before.

”There’s a way I could help you but I’m not sure you would be comfortable with that.” Yoongi bites his lip seemingly imagining something, his eyes darken a bit but before it could turn all black again it vanishes.

”I might regret asking but- tell me. What is it?” Yoongi looks you over from head to toe it’s the first time that he sees you in your sleepwear. Normally you don’t come down until it’s time for you to feed the chickens.

”I heard that exchanging bodily fluids helps. Our saliva has unique abilities so I’ve heard from the others.”

You run on autopilot as you look at his lips. Exhaustion wins at this point you’re willing to try anything.

”You mean we have to kiss?” You check in case you thought wrong. It’s not your imagination playing tricks on you, you could feel Yoongi’s chest against you and his hands find the dip of your hip to pull you closer to his lips.

Yoongi hums to confirm your words. It’s getting hot inside the bathroom as the sexual tension rises in the air the longer you keep staring into his eyes. His dark orbs seem to promise something more beyond the kiss and you’re not complaining at all as you feel the need to have him close to you grow in the pit of your stomach.

You realise that he’s waiting for you to make the first move. Even when you inch closer he remains impassive but his eyes tell you a different story. He wants to have you but only pounces if you give yourself to him willingly.

How sweet of him. If you had doubts about him remaining, his gentleman move makes sure that you know what you’re dealing with. Demon or not, he’s been living with you for months.

You finally close the gap between you and Yoongi welcomes you with open arms. At first, the kiss is just mere lip touching but the minute you lick over the seam of his lips he gets greedy.

Yoongi marks up your neck to let you breathe before he takes over the inside of your mouth again with his purposeful tongue.

Everything else is sealed in the back of your mind and only the need to have him remains, licking you from the inside with its hot flames.

Yoongi makes you sit at the edge of the bathtub while he gets rid of your shirts, you shudder as the cold air hits your naked chest. He doesn’t let you feel cold for long before he takes your round nipples into his hot mouth, his saliva makes the experience more intense and messy as he lousily suckles on the pink bud. It feels like an out of body experience when he cups you over your panties roughly and pleasure shoots up your spine.

There’s some of your arousal sticking into the folds of the material that he rubs into your clothed cunt. His eyes are entirely black when he leans in to steal another kiss and you let him lick every corner of the inside of your mouth.

”Yoongi-” The demon rewards you with slipping two fingers under your soaked panties trailing your entire cunt with the slender digits.

”You’re so wet my love.” You melt at the nickname but your brain barely registers anything else when he pushes the slicked up fingers into your puffy pussy. One hand grips your waist to keep you in place while the fingers in your core keep a steady pace pushing and pulling.

You keep moaning his name as he explores your insides searching for your sweet spot so he could send you over the edge and see you cream around his fingers. He can feel your inner walls tightening on them as he stretches you open.

”You have the sweetest cunt Y/N. If you keep saying my name like that I can’t help but think you want me to eat you all up.” Yoongi licks a long line up the column of your throat, marking the skin with pretty hickeys whilst his fingers in your pussy never falters its lazy pounding.

”I- w-wouldn’t mind you eating me out. Fuck- Yoongi, right there.” You grab the edge of the tub like your life is depending on it, your knuckles are turning white from the grip to keep your position and not fall into the tub.

”Right here?” Yoongi chuckles and hits the same spot repeatedly. Switching up the movements by doing scissoring motions, he opens you up to take a third digit before you gush around his fingers.

The intense waves of your orgasm wash over you slowly building up till tears are forming at your bottom lashline. He doesn’t pull away even when you start to cool down instead he pulls his fingers out and attaches his mouth to your pulsing clit. You can’t push his head away even if you wanted to because if you do let go of the tub you’ll lose your balance and hit your head on the wall.

Yoongi feasts on your cum soaked folds, the tip of his tongue nudging your entrance with every lick that he delivers to your entire quivering pussy. His saliva makes everything feel more intense and he doesn’t let up until you cum on his tongue as well.

”So fucking pretty when you cum.” Yoongi pushes his fingers back in and you let out a soft mewl at the overstimulation.

”Shh, my love. It will feel good in a moment I promise.” You’re thankful that he doesn’t move the digits in your sensitive pussy, he starts to kiss a line up your inner thighs, kissing your mound and hipbone before he latches his mouth to your clit without warning. The demon moans a devilish grin is plastered on his face when you beg him to stop but he’s too far gone to realise what you’re saying.

”Take off my pants baby. I’m not leaving this pussy until you’re full of my cum.” Your groan reverberates on the tile walls when he begins moving his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

Your hands are shaking as you attempt to pull his pants down but you manage to work it down until it pools around his ankles. You give his erect cock a slow pump once it’s free transferring the sticky precum all over his grith preparing him to enter your walls. His fingers never stop for a moment in your cunt even when his head falls back and moans. His whole body vibrated now that he got some attention.

Yoongi replaces his fingers with his thick cock. The demon made sure that your hole is never empty.

You’re lifted from the tub with his cock fully buried in your folds you can only hold onto him as he pushes you against the cold wall of the bathroom.

”It’s too much, please.” You take in a shaky exhale when Yoongi changes the angle, pushing the last remaining inch into your convulsing hole.

”I won’t move then. I’ll give you time to get used to me because I’m not planning to leave anytime soon.”

You gasp when he pulls away from the wall. You rest your head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed to prevent feeling dizzy as he moves around. You hear the door opening and feel his weight shift under you. Your legs rest on either side of his hips. The new position makes you sink down on his big cock even more but true to his words Yoongi doesn’t move. Even though you feel his dick twitch inside you when your cunt tightens around the tight fit.

”Look at that. Your cum is soaking the couch under us. You’re so wet I bet I could slide in and out of you so easily now.” Yoongi holds you with a hand placed on the centre of your back, making you join him and look at the mess between your legs.

Your eyes are heavily lidded but close on their own accord after he rubs your clit, the feeling is painfully delicious that you arch your back and push your boobs into Yoongi’s chest obscuring his view of where you two are joined. It feels like you’re drunk there’s nothing coherent left in you after you push through the overstimulation and crave for another release.

”You c-can move now.” You wriggle in his lap swallowing the tiny moans Yoongi lets out, you just feel too good around him. He wants to stay inside your cunt forever if you let him. He’s pushing your limits and he knows that you can’t handle much more so he starts moving, bouncing you on his lap with ease.

The obscene sounds are filling both of your ears as he fucks your cum soaked cunt. He knows how to angle his hips to hit your sweet spot so you’re easily thrown over the edge for the last time before he chases after his own end.

His thrusts become frantic as he gets high on the feel of your walls sucking him in and releasing around his throbbing length.

You can feel every vein and ridge of his raw cock ramming into you, there’s nothing between you and him as he fucks you till he paints your pretty pink pussy with his white cum.

He doesn’t stop until his seed is pushed all inside. Yoongi hugs your sweat soaked body close to his chest. You’re too far gone to feel his lips place a sweet kiss on the crown of your head as a silent goodnight.

Yoongi placed you on your bed gently whilst you were in deep sleep. He cleaned you and cuddled close to your unconscious body. Preventing your dreams to turn into nightmares Yoongi has the cure for your sleep deprivation.

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