First y/n fic attempt: criticism welcome

NO MINORS

Anywho. Here goes....

Will of A God: Namjoon x Reader

You couldn't remember the last time you had seen a man with that

Much physical presence. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and skin that was like honey. His outfit was high end, making it obvious that he was out of your league. Turning your face back into your book, his visage made your mind wander, and boy did it wander. You began to envision all

Sorts of scenarios where your bodies were writhing in an intimate yet intense embrace.

"Excuse me?" You heard a tiny voice break into your thoughts. Shaking your head softly to dislodge the images you looked to see a young girl who looked like she might be lost.

"Yes, what is

It sweetie? What is your name?" you asked the young girl.
"Lyla" she says, lifting her tear stained cherub cheeks to look up at you. Lyla tells you that she's lost her uncle in the crowd and asked if you'd help her. You immediately go into protection mode and ask her where

The last place she remembers seeing him was.
"Over by the entrance to the library. But I snuck off because I saw a puppy I really wanted to pet next door at the Pet Shop." She sniffled and turned her pleading eyes towards you to urge you into action.

"Alright Lyla, my name is y/n. Let's go find your uncle, hmm?"
Clasping her little hand in yours you began the search. Checking every aisle of the library, coming up empty handed, before guiding her along side you to the door leading to the street.

Pushing the door with your

Free hand a deep voice rang out and stopped you in your tracks.

"Just where are you going with my niece?"
You couldn't move, didn't even turn around. That voice sent electric thrills throughout your body. Goosebumps raising on your skin before you finally broke free of it's

Hold. Turning around you come face to face with the man you had seen earlier. And face to face it was, his body was inches from yours, causing you to take a sharp breath.

"Uncle!" Lyla's voice breaks the silence and for a moment you could have sworn you had seen his brown

Eyes flash to pure black with gold flecks.

"Uncle, this is y/n! She was helping me look for you, I couldn't find you and I got scared" Lyla once again breaking the silence.

"Is that so?" The man asked, flicking an eyebrow up and sucking in his cheeks. "Well I suppose, I owe

You gratitude for your actions then."

His voice, oh my his voice. Such a deep baritone and silky smooth. Clearing your throat you waved your hand, "Not at all, I was merely aiming to help a child in need. There's no need for gratitude for doing what was right, Mr. ?" You let

Your words trail off, hoping he would introduce himself.

"You may call me Namjoon".
"Well, Namjoon, I'll leave her in your care." Turning to Lyla you crouch down "Lyla dear, don't run off anymore. Your Uncle was very worried about you." She giggled and nodded and you

Took your leave heading to walk home for the night. That was enough adventure for today. It was about a thirty minute walk back to your house, but the entire time all you could think about was him. The way he clenched his jaw, that flick of his eyebrow. Goosebumps once again

Racing down your arms at the thought of his voice, which was like pure sex. You drifted into your daydream while walking, wondering what that deep voice would sound like during sex, what deep growls would he make as he's reaching his high. Liquid began pooling between your legs

And you bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan that threatened to erupt from your throat. 'Forget about him y/n' you thought to yourself. You'll never see him again anyways.

Finally reaching home, you unlock your door, go inside, and undress to take a shower. He's been on

Your mind. You can't help but whisper his name, "Namjoon". You hop in the shower and wash up. Brushing your teeth was next. You were ready for bed. "Namjoon", his name spilled from your lips again without even realizing it.

'Well, I might as well take care of business since

He got me all riled up." You giggled as you ran to your room. His image still fresh in your mind, you lay naked on your bed. Letting your hand slide down your skin to your mound, you begin to rub circles over your clit. Just thinking of him has you so wet. Your fingers continue

To play and you feel your peak building inside you. "Namjoon" you let his name escape your lips on a breathy moan, imaging it was him rubbing your clit. Just as you were about to reach your peak, a puff of black smoke whisps its way beside your bed. Your eyes are closed so you

Don't notice. Letting your finger slide inside you as you rub yourself your climax hits you hard and once more you call out his name your voice husky from all the moaning and the pleasure coursing through you as you chase your high to the end.

Opening your eyes you freeze

There he stood, eyes black as night flecked with gold, jaw clenched, nose flared. You're too dumfounded to speak so he raises an eyebrow and speaks.

"What did you call me here for? To witness this?" He smirked as he let his gaze travel the length of your naked form. Evidence of

His arousal clear against his tight trousers.
"How are you here?" You ask. "You summoned me by speaking my name thrice. But now that I'm here, what are we going to do?" Usually you'd be screaming but you know this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. So you grab your confidence

"Clearly this is something both of us are wanting so why ask when you could just join me in bed?" This brought a devilish smile to his lips. "As you wish" In the blink of an eye he was naked and kneeling between your legs "You prepped yourself so well for me Babygirl, now let's

See just how loud I can make you scream." His long fingers delved deep into your core, making you moan loudly. "Tell me what you want?" His fingers moving faster inside you his tongue flicking over your still sensitive bud he brought you to another orgasm. He slid his fingers

Out and placed the head of his cock at your opening, waiting for your answer. "Please" you begged "please, just fuck-." Before your last word was out his rammed his hard length inside of you, filling you completely. Keeping a brutal pace he looked down at your writhing form

With stars in your eyes. You cum for the second time that night, clamping down hard on his cock forcing a strangled moan from his lips as he pumps harder fighting the urge to spill himself. "You're so fucking tight, Babygirl. You take my dick so good in that greedy little cunt."

Your mind a complete blank from the immense pleasure coursing through your body you just writhe your hips faster, moaning as your third climax hits. It's more than he can take, he rams his hips home once more, filling you with his seed. He falls beside you gathers you close. FIN.

Or was it REALLY the end?

You tell me...

*part 2*
A single ray of sunlight slipped through your blinds and landed on your face, illuminating your peaceful slumbering features to the man who just rocked your world. His face told a whole story that his "arrogant" aura did not. He was intrigued by you.

As quietly as possible he got up from your bed and waved his arm clothing himself with the single motion. Touring your room he removed all evidence that he could see that he'd been there, sadness apparent in his eyes. Walking towards your door, with one last look back, he left.

A few hours later you stir awake, groggy and body sore. Once your memory returned you shot up from your sitting position and looked around trying to grasp at any hints that he had actually been there. There was none. Maybe you had just dreamt it all. You did have an active

Imagination, after all. Letting out a disappointed sigh you shower and get dressed for the day. You just turned in your slip for vacation and it was a month long. First stop... ICE CREAM. You had been so busy with work you hadn't treated yourself in ages. That ends today! With a

Determined pep in your step, you walk out of your house, lock the door, and head towards town. You choose to walk everywhere because you want to take on the simple beauty of everything around you. On your way there the man pops into your head again. You could have sworn he was

Really there last night. Not sure what else to do you just mentally shrug the bothersome thought into the back of your mind, just in time to make it to the ice cream parlor. There wasn't much of a line so you step inside and order your favorite ice cream! Mint Chocolate. You have

A firm belief that anyone who doesn't like mint chocolate is a demon, or psycho, or both. Heading back towards your house, lazily lapping at your triple stacked cone, a shadow passes before you and makes you shiver in response. Taking a look at your surroundings there's nothing

Out of the ordinary, but you have a feeling you're being watched. Unsure of what just happened you warily continue on your path, keeping an eye out this time until you make it back into your home. Shutting your door and locking it with your heart racing. Why are you so paranoid?!

Laughter escapes you as you realize how much of a fool you must look. Laughter that died as soon as you spotted a shadow move from the depths of your house. "Who's there!" You scrambled your courage together but your voice still shook betraying your false bravado. "Hello!" You

Raised your voice once more. Faster than you could blink the shadow flew at you and all you could see was it's black eyes flecked with gold shimmering in the depths of the dark cloud that surrounded the being. Stopping mere inches from your face it whispers something you don't

Understand. A burning sensation on your thigh alerts your attention to you peer down to see a symbol, almost like a tattoo, forming. It's beautiful but indescribable. Your long forgotten cone starts to drop it's melted sweetness onto your thigh and the shadow growls. It GROWLS

And brings your attention back to it. Ever cautious, you step forward and place a single fingertip to the black clouds and instantly the man from the night before appears. You stand there frozen, now knowing you didn't imagine him last night. Then you remembered what exactly

Happened last night and your breathing gets shallow as your desire rises. Namjoon noticing the shift in the atmosphere he takes the last step to close the distance between you two. Lips slamming together, tongues dancing for dominance. He wins when he grips you by your hair and

Tilts your head back, allowing him deeper access to your mouth as your bodies move against each other. "I wasn't supposed to come back to you" he said in between your kisses. "But damn Babygirl you've got me FUCKED up... I want to taste every inch of you. Make you MINE." The

Confession has you shivering and you say one simple phrase that makes his beautiful eyes flash with fire. "Yes, sir. Mark me as yours, please!" His hands shot back into your hair, moving his kisses down your jaw. He left little purple bruises on your neck from his nibbles then

Used his tongue to make the slight pain disappear into pleasure. Suddenly you're in your room laid down bare on your bed. Hair fanned out around your head like a crown. He nuzzles your thighs as he nips and licks his way to your core, defly slipping his tongue over your bud

Causing you to whimper as your release starts to build quickly. Hearing you spurs him on to a faster, unrelenting pace. Inserting two fingers into your sopping pussy, finger fucking you hard. Arching up from the bed you see stars as you cum the hardest you've ever came in your

Life. He quickly maneuvers himself between your thighs and without warning he slams his hard cock inside, stretching your pussy perfectly. "Fuck y/n! Clench your tight little cunt on my cock, tell me how much you love it" he rams forward and fucks you at a breakneck speed, you

Can't think a single thought, let alone speak. "Tell me you love how I fuck you, say it!" He grabs the back of your neck keeping eye contact. "Fuck, Namjoon! Joonie you fuck me so good!" You found your voice and his reward for you was pushing you over the edge, your second climax

Ripping through you. The walls of your cunt gripping his length as he rides out your high. He expertly flipped onto his back with him still inside you and commanded you to ride him. And you did, hands on his chest your nails carving half moons into it. He groans at the pleasure

And thrusts his hips up to meet yours as you bounce your ass up and down. He loves watching your cunt swallow his cock and he's close to losing it, you can feel him harden even more inside you and you want to make him just as crazy out of his mind with pleasure so you smirk and

Begin to circle your hips as you ride him. Groaning and throwing his head back against your pillow he grips your hips to take control. Hips pistoning faster and faster until with a deep growl he leans up bites your neck, which makes you cum, and fucks into you two more times.

Holding you still as he releases his hot seed into your pussy, moaning echoing throughout the rooms ceiling. Plopping back onto the bed he takes you with him to lay on his chest, still connected. "That was amazing Joonie." You whisper. "but, what happened earlier, ya know, the

Whole tattoo looking thing?" He smiled and closed his eyes, sleep clearly close to claiming him. He sat silent for a while, debating whether or not to tell you the truth but finally opted for it. Rubbing his hand lazily up and down your side, is deep voice breaking the quiet.

"That, my love, is the mark of the Bride. It appears when the destined mate for a demon, like myself, meets his wife for the second time. Jagiya, that's you."

"What?! I'm - there's no way!" You startled him with the denial. "Then you'll doom me to the Pit for eternity" he said.

Pt. 3

Hearing your vehement denial Namjoon sucks in his cheeks and sets his jaw. Without a word he gets up, clothes himself in a blink, and walks out. His footsteps fade as they near your entrance and the slam of the door feels like a punch to your gut. Dazed at how rapidly the

conversation turned you gaze around your room. "His WIFE?!?" you exclaim. "He said I was his wife! Ha! I don't care how good his dick is... That's not what I want..." Your loud proclamation sounds weak even to your own ears. Falling silent to ruminate on everything. You had known

he was different. From the first meeting you had felt a pull towards him that transcended just lust. You'd never had a man stick to your mind like he had. Accepting he could come and go in a poof of smoke was easy, because life is crazy. But imagining you were the wife of a demon

was stretching your boundaries. "That fucker slammed my door on purpose!" Realization came as you remembered him slamming the door, knowing that he could've just poofed out. You wanted to tell at him, so you dressed and walked out expecting him to be standing there. He wasn't.

He was gone. You didn't have his number, didn't even know if he owned one. The disappointment that rushed through you had to clutching your chest. You should have heard him out, listened, talked about it rationally. Now there's no telling if he would be back. Standing outside

waiting for his return the hours pass until darkness falls. "He's not coming back." Your voice smaller than it had ever been as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Dejected, you go back inside and lay on your bed. His scent meets your nose, it still clung to the sheets. Sharp,

stinging pain sears your thigh as that beautiful tattoo starts to fade in a tiny spot, making you wonder even further what was going on. "I'll be more clear headed when I wake. I'll find him tomorrow. Somehow." Determined, you fall asleep with Namjoon running through your mind.

Sounds of birds happily tweeting, a warm breeze across your cheeks. The smell of a fresh rain just passing. You wake up, taking in your surroundings. There was an open field in front of you and a forest behind you.
"What do you want?" That voice brought such joy you turned

to him beeming until you caught sight of what he looked like. He looked like he had just came from battle. Bloodied, bruised, his left eye swollen with a cut directly across his eyebrow. "What happened?!" you ask. "None of your concern. You have declined the title. Why did you

call me here?" Your brows furrow as you hear the tone of apathy he spoke with. You speak "I didn't call you here, and why can't I care what happened?" Growling deep in his chest, he steps forward one pace. "You are the only one who can summon me, so long as you have the brand

you don't have to speak my name. If you wish me there then I will be forced to comply. You aren't allowed to care because you declined the title of Wife. Therefore what happens to me afterwards is none of your concern!" He turns away and walks towards the forest. "Talk to me damn

you! I will continue to summon you until you talk to me!" Your exclamation causes him to stop in his tracks. The burning of your brand causes you to look down in time to see another portion of it to fade back to your normal skin. "Why does this keep fading?" He turns to you,

without raising his face, he says "It's disappearing because you said no. A Bride cannot be forced, it must be her decision. A demon only gets one Bride. If she says no, then they are free to live their life as before." You were shocked, "Only one? What about The Pit, you said

something about a pit?" Namjoon slowly raised his eyes to meet yours and in that moment you understood. His appearance, his pain filled eyes. He was summoned from there. You had indeed damned him to an eternity of pain. All because you couldn't accept a title? That seemed a harsh

punishment for something so trivial. "H-how can I help? Tell me, Namjoon. HELP me help you!" Letting his gaze fall back to the ground he makes his way in front of you, drops to his knees with a loud thud, and he looked up at you with sincerity, "End me, I have a weapon you can

use." He produces a black sword covered in red flames. "Just stick it through my heart, do not pull it out." Falling to your knees to meet him eye to eye, you cannot control the burst of tears that freely flow. "No! I will accept! I accept! I am your Bride! You may not leave me!"

Crashing your lips down to his he grunts as the force of it makes him fall to the ground with you straddling his waist. Running your hands over every bit you could get your hands on the kiss turns needy, aggressive. He rolls over with you in his arms to where he's cradled between

your thighs, grinding his hard length against you causing heat to flush your core. You're both undressed in a blink. Hands desperate for anything to caress. Mouths dancing passionate kisses back and forth. Namjoon pulls away and looks at you with black eyes flecked with gold "You

cannot go back, if you accept it is for eternity. You can't change your mind. Are you sure?" You bite your lip and respond, "You will have to teach me what it means. But I accept. I am the Bride of Namjo-" He slams into you, pleasure coursing through you at the rough pace he set.

Bending down he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard nub as he fucks you so hard you're scooting across the grass. Arching your back you wrap your arms around him and claw at his back leaving behind red marks. The sounds of skin slapping and moans

echo throughout the empty space. Letting go of your nipple with an audible pop, he gets back into a kneel and sets your ankles beside his ears and bends forward and fucks into you. At this angle he's hitting your spot, so deep your legs begin to tremble from the peak building up.

"Joonie, I- Oh FUUUUCK!" You can't speak as your high comes crashing through you, clenching your pussy hard on his cock. He speeds up his pace breathing heavily, moaning your name, louder and louder. His husky baritone, his cock slamming in and out and the high you just came down

from sending another climax ripping through you making you even tighter. Milking his cock so expertly. "Fuck
y/n! Your pussy was made to take me. But I want more, I want it deeper." His cock ready to spill, you feel him growing harder and thicker. He slings your legs over your

head, your knees are now right next to your ears. Hitting you the deepest you've ever felt he pistons his hips, groaning at how deep he's filling you up. "Your needy pussy is going to make me cum, FUCK you make me want this to last forever!" As he reaches his high he whimpers a

little then growls in an animalistic manner. Slamming his hips one final time before gripping your hips tightly and pouring his seed inside. Falling on top of you, both breathing heavily. You both smile, his dimples showing, running your fingertips gently up and down his back...

Pt. 4

The alarm blaring on your nightstand jars you awake from your dream. Bolting up into a sitting position you take a look around your room for Namjoon. It's empty. No clothes, no scent, nothing to hint that what just happened was real. "Not this again." You groan and rub

your hands across your face to wake up. Was it all just another dream? Your eyes shift to your thigh where the brand should be. It's gone. "IT'S GONE!? NO NO NO!!!" Anxiety fills you, had you dreamt all of that up to ease your own guilt? Where did it go? You throw your legs over

the edge of the bed and race to get dressed, ready to go out and find him. Whatever it takes. You raced by your kitchen counter to grab your keys and shoes. In the hurry of slipping on your shoes you trip and smash your head against the counter top sending stars through your

vision. You shake your head to try and get it clear but couldn't seem to steady yourself. Vision beginning to darken the only thing you could think of was Joonie. You must have really bumped your head well because you could swear you see him reaching for you, mouth moving like he

is yelling something. You couldn't hear him. Warmth envelops you as the darkness takes you.

Monitors beeping. Before opening your eyes you let your ears assess the situation. You've got to be in a hospital, someone must have found you. Probably your sweet

neighbor next door. Your throat is dry, like you hadn't had a drop of water in 2 days. Your muscles are sore from lack of movement. You open your eyes to find you're not in a hospital at all. You're in what seems to be a very fancy log cabin. Just like the brochures online but

this seemed ancient in a way. Gingerly sitting up you glance around to see a familiar item, the coat Joon had worn the first time you met. Relaxing, now that you knew you were safe, you let out a groan at having to move your muscles. The groan gave way to a scream as he popped in

front of you on the bed. "Y/n! You're awake! When did you get up?!" His hands were all over you checking to make sure you hadn't harmed anything, even though all you did was sit up. "How is your head? How many fingers am I holding up?" He held his hand out and instead of counting

the numbers you took his hand and pulled him closer. You thought you'd never see him again. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you as tight as he was willing to go for your health. "I missed you so much, Babygirl.... and I thought I was clumsy." His deep chuckle making

you smile even more. "Where are we?" you asked. "It's the house they gave me when you accepted the title of Bride. It's where we will live, where we will raise our children." "Oh. Ok, so... What is this Bride stuff? What am I required to do?" Joon grinned devilishly and said "All

you have to do is be yourself, and be faithful. There are no rules." It's so simple, surely that couldn't be all, you thought. You arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "I'm serious, as long as you have that brand then we are both safe." THE BRAND!! Shoving him off, he lands on the

floor with a loud thud and you throw the covers off to look at your thigh. It's back ... Somewhat. It's about halfway there. "Joon when I woke up from a dream-" "It wasn't a dream, that happened we were in a holding realm of sorts. You created it for us." He explained. "Ok, but

when I woke up from it my tattoo thingy was gone. Like GONE. And now it's only half there. Why? Does that mean you're not safe?" Darkness fell across his features, almost angry. Cursing under his breath, he got up from the floor and punched the door. "I'm so stupid!" He yells.

"Joonie what's going on? Talk to me, honey. Please. How can I help?" You reached out to touch his arm but he rips it away and storms out the door just as shadows descended around the home. It's like it went from day to night. Dear gripping you, you holler for him and he takes

you in his arms immediately. Six other figures poof into the room in front of you, each hooded with red and black robes. Wearing masks with different animal faces. You couldn't help but laugh a little bit because the animals chosen were so adorable. A mouse, a cat, a squirrel, a

chick, a tiger (even that was an adorable one), and a rabbit. You let out the loudest giggle in your life and Joon out his hand over your mouth to stop it before apologizing on your behalf. "See, she hit her head not too long ago. It must have effected her judgment." He finished

through gritted teeth. You stick your tongue out to slobber all over his hand and he yanks his hand away as a result. "I may have hit my head but your masks are adorable!! I can't possibly be afraid of you with those." As soon as the words were out of your mouth you regret them.

Gone were their masks, and the faves of the men behind the masks were so handsome they were beyond intimidating. In a room with seven men who were the epitome of Adonis. Each an individual, and each handsome as sin. Your mouth drops open, which Joon was all too quick to close for

you. "Lords, to what do I owe the displeasure of you being here?" One of the guys smirked showing two dimples above his mouth before the other one who had previously worn the cat mask nudged him in the rib with his elbow. The man in the center stepped forward, "Hello, Namjoon. It

has been so long. But I fear we did not come to pass pleasantries back and forth. You're under investigation for forcing your Bride." Incredulous, you bolt out of bed, wearing only a large shirt and green cotton panties, catching the eyes of all seven men in the room. "Just what

do you mean he forced me? He did no such thing! Who do you think you are?!" He took a step forward, "I'm Jimin sweetheart. And it's my job to ensure the Bride's are ... satisfied ... with their circumstances." You blush at what he's implying. This time the man who smirked earlier

walked over behind you, leaned his body into yours and whispered just a hair breadth away from your ear, "It's the duty of ALL of us ..." He let out a little groan before continuing "... green is my favorite color." You scurried to Namjoon's side taking comfort in his embrace.

"What exactly is the investigation for? How did he force me?" You demanded. Jimin answered again, "When he offered you freedom at the price of his life. He guilted you, which forced you to agree to spare him." Outraged at the implications you walked right up to the one who had

commented on your panty color. "How do I clear him?" "Hoseok" he said. "What?" Confused at what he meant. "Say it". Rolling your eyes you say it loudly and clearly. "HOSEOK!" He flicks his tongue out across his lips at hearing his name. "In order to clear his name, you must pass

a test of faithfulness." He stands behind you again letting his breath fan across your neck, causing you to shiver. "Each of us, gets to test if you're faithful to him or if you were coerced." Trailing his hands along your collarbone, "Which one do you want to pass first?"

Part 5

"I'm not choosing anyone, you wear mouse and other animal masks." You bluntly state. "It's not a mouse... It's a hamster..." You hear someone pout under their breath, like they were offended. "You choose no one? Then you will get a random member every night for one week."

"Fine, I'll pass your test. With flying colors. Throw everything you've got at me!" The man in the rabbit mask stepped forward as did the cat. Both growling low in their throats at the challenge that had been issued. "Oh, you shouldn't have provoked me, Noona." said the youngest

of them all. "I'm hardly your Noona, you're probably a gazillion years older than me." You shot back while turning your nose in the air. "I'll see you later ... Noona." And just like that they were all gone. "Joonie, just what is going to happen?" He turns towards you with defeat

in his eyes and just says, "You'll have to prove your heart is faithful to me. The only way they can see into the true heart of a Bride... is to be connected to them... intimately when you've reached your peak." Shocked you stumbled back onto the bed and contemplated what you had

just agreed to. He curls into bed beside you and you both drift off like there wasn't a huge test dangling over your heads.

Blinking to adjust your eyes to the bright light you try to put your hand over your eyes but realize that you can't move your hands. Or your feet! They

are both tied to some invisible post, by by bonds you cannot see. Swinging your head in every direction the only thing you can see is white. Everything is empty white space and you're suspended mid air by nothing visible. Footsteps. You hear footsteps! Looking around to try and

pinpoint the direction or the person making them you still can't see anyone, but they are so close you should be able to. "Noona ... Oh Noona, you look so pretty tonight. Your legs are splayed open at just the right angle for me. But ... You have too much on for what I have in

mind." A sudden chill rushes your skin as all of your clothes are magically gone, causing your nipples to tighten into peaks. An invisible finger trails across your collarbone, warm breath at your neck. "You know, I could let you see me, if you ask me to. Do you want to watch me,

watch what I'm doing to you?" You shake your head vigorously against the offer which earns you a chuckle. "As you wish, Noona. For now..." The voice came from between your thighs and your stomach flip flopped at what you knew was coming next. You could feel his hands on the

inside of your thighs as he blew his breath across your slit, causing your body to send slick leaking out. Hands that moved upwards to your breasts to pinch at the peaked buds, then only one returned and eased it's way inside. Your body reacting on its own, arching into the touch

as another finger is defly added. "My name is Jungkook, but you can call me Koo. And if you want to prove he didn't force you, you'll have to call my name when you cum so I can access your true heart. Make sure you scream for me Noona." You could hear the devilish smile in his

voice. "Understood." is all you replied with. His fingers started moving again, quickly picking up pace, while tiny kisses were placed on your thigh. He was making his way up to your core and you clenched on his fingers at the pleasure you were getting and in anticipation. His

tongue found your core and was relentless. Flicking hard and fast over your swollen nub, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. He curled his fingers and hit your spot then started to suck on your bud while flicking his tongue back and forth. You were so close, he felt

you clamp down on his fingers and he pulled away. You were breathing heavily from the rush and the denial of what your body seeked. "Noona, you didn't say my name and you almost came. This would have failed you. Let's try this again shall we? But this time you're going to see me.

Maybe you won't forget who is making you soak the bed." And in a blink everything was visible. The place you were in, and a very naked, muscular Jungkook stood between your thighs. His hand was stroking his length mere inches from your opening. He grinned at where your eyes were

and pushed the head just slightly into your pussy. Licking his thumb he started to rub your clit while only allow shallow thrusts causing you to whimper. "Damn Noona, I can see why he would want to force you. Your pussy is so tight and wet." With that he thrusted deep, burying

himself to the hilt. You both moaned in unison at the thrill it sent through your bodies. Jungkook pumped his cock into you while gripping your hips, pulling you deeper onto his length. "Oh shit, Noona." He bent down and suckled your nipple while fucking into you at a reckless

pace. Your high approaching quick you hear his voice growl at you. "Say my name, Noona. Scream for me. Fuck! Say my name!" Hearing his growl your climax breaks over you with a violent force and you scream, " J-Jungkook!" Both of you reach your high and he pumps into you, cock

twitching as it fills you with his cum, riding out your highs. His hips slow to a still, your breathing labored and body shaking. He takes a moment to catch his breath, places a kiss on your forehead and slips out. Just as quickly as everything had appeared it all disappeared.

Back to the white environment. But Jungkook was still visible, but dressed. Looking down at yourself you see you're now back in your clothes from before. "So, did I pass?" You croaked. "What happens now?" Jungkook stands across from you, arms crossed and silent. "I cannot tell

you the results until we have all deliberated after all the tests are completed." "OH COME ON!" you huff, "What is going to happen now? Do I just go about my day now? He didn't force me damnit!" You angrily shout. Quiet and watchful he seems like he wants to say something but he

just continues to be silent for a moment. "All I am permitted to say is that once the trials are over and you get your verdict it will go one of two ways. One scenario, you pass. If that happens then you will both be able to live out your immortal lives, yes you become immortal

as a Bride. You'll be able to have children, a home of your choosing, endless money from our organization. Basically, you've saved him from his crimes of his past." You step back at the new information. "H-his past crimes? What are they? I'll be immortal? Wait, what if I fail?"

"Only he can tell you his crimes, ask before this trial is over, all I know is it was bad enough to make him a Demon. You may change your heart towards him..." Your brows furrow at the words. "So .... What .... What if I fail? What happens to him, to me, if I fail?" "Your memory

will be cleared, you won't remember anything. But Namjoon, he will be placed in the most violent circle of the Pit. It'll be worse than before. For the rest of eternity." Tears fell from your eyes you wake up, Namjoon watching you. "Joonie, what were your crimes?"

Part 6

"In order for me to tell you about my crime you have to promise not to laugh..." Joon says, refusing to make eye contact with you. "Why would I laugh?! It has to be bad enough that you became a demon... right?" Joon huffs air out of his mouth and flops onto his back, arms

splayed eagle style. Embarrassed, you could tell. "Joonie, tell me. Please?" "Alright, I dressed up as the Demon King and pretended to be him. Got a lot of free food and drink, places to stay, people just GAVE me money. Women threw themselves at me. The true Demon King found out

and was less than pleased. So he made me an underling. So my crime, isn't as bad as most. Relieved that he was still a good person, just made some silly mistakes you cuddled up next to him and told you about the encounter with JK. "Ahh, so he went first. That's good, it'll ease

you into this a bit better that way. There are a few who are insatiable. JK is a dream walker. He's literally made of dreams, so he's able to do what he wants in the dream realm. Are you sure you're ok with this?" "Am I sure? I should be asking you that. How am I supposed to be

tested on being faithful by sleeping with them?" You pout, which earns you a chuckle from him. "Well it's not uncommon for Demons and their Brides to have orgies. It's not about the physical. So long as both are in agreement and both have their hearts in the same place then it's

still considered faithful." "Ahhh, that makes sense then. Well if it's to clear you then I'm ok with it too." Wanting to reassure him you kiss his chest, which he groans at. "Y/N... Rules of this. I can't be intimate with you during this. It can be seen as swaying you further."

"WHAT?! That's pure bullshit. I'm over here horny as all get out and I can't get dicked down?!"

A bright green flash causes you both to go silent. Looking to where the light came from you see Hoseok. Grinning like he'd just been given first prize.

He had on a long green robe, not quite closed at the chest so you could see his tanned skin peeking out from the folds. At noticing your perusal of his form he takes a step forward and growls deep in his throat which snaps you back to the now. "What! Don't you have something

better to do right now? I just got done with Jungkook. You said one per day. And last I checked it hasn't been a day." Defiance snapping in your eyes, head titled up like you had just told him off. Namjoon covers your mouth and starts to say something in your defense but Hoseok

raises his hand to halt his speech while he strides towards you. Shrinking back into the headboard you chastise yourself for your attitude. "PRINCESS" Hoseok growls from between his teeth. "It seems the maknae was too gentle with you yesterday. I'm going to have to punish you to

curb that BRATTY fucking mouth of yours." The absolute tone of his voice sends shivers down to your core, unsure of what he has in store for you. But you have fire in you so you lift your head once more and without second thought you blurt out, "HOSEOK, it seems you think you

have the ability to curb ANYTHING of mine." As soon as the words left your mouth you knew you fucked up. "Yes, Princess. You fucked up." Your eyes widen and that's when Joonie interjects that Hoseok... Can enter minds. He can make people feel things without touching them and he

can read minds. You look into Hoseok's eyes and there is literal fire in them. Oh he's angry. And you'll have to bear the punishment, no matter what it is. "Now before we begin, we must establish a safe word. Do you already have one?" You shake your head no which makes him smirk

in a deliciously dark way. "Fresh meat then. What do you want the safe word to be?" You sat a while, contemplating which to use. "Sprite" you say with a smirk. "Done, now let's go. NOW" Hoseok orders. You look to Joon and he nods so you scramble to catch up to Hoseok. "So what's

the plan then. Do I have to scream your name too? Are we just going to walk forever? Have a nice chit chat?" Hoseok stops suddenly which causes you to bump into his back. He turns around and pushes you to the wall with his body. His scent filling your senses as his face is a

breath away from yours. His hand reaches up and sets on your neck. "If you don't shut that fucking mouth of yours I'm going to use it right here, right now, until my cock is so deep down your damned throat that you can't even utter a single word. Understand?" Your body craving

more of this dominant man in front of you, you arch an eyebrow and say "Sure thing, gramps" You've thrown the gauntlet and your breathing is unsteady, waiting to see what he has in store for you. He looks you up and down, taking in the way your body is reacting. He can sense the

excitement in you. In an instant he smashes his lips to yours, devouring your mouth. His tongue delving deep, battling for your submission. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down just enough to cause a twinge but not enough to cause it to bleed. Liquid rushes

between your legs and he can feel how erratic your mind is over it. You keep thinking about how you want to be used and he damn near roars at the images racing through your head. He's rock hard and ready to start your punishment. He grabs you by your hair and forces you to your

knees. Using his free hand he unties his robe and flips it to the side "Open up wide for Daddy. I'm going to fuck that bratty mouth of yours and I better not feel teeth" You immediately obey, sticking your tongue out waiting for your mouth to be filled. Hoseok wasted no time and

rammed his thick length into your mouth, pushing further until he was completely seated in your throat blocking your ability to breath. He pushes his hips against your face, the back of your head now against the wall. "Fuck, Princess you've got a slutty mouth too." Hips pumping

at a ferocious pace, his hand grips tighter in your hair, you swallow with him still in your throat and he groans loudly. Bucking into your mouth he takes his other hand and wraps it around your throat and squeezes, tightening the grip your throat has on his cock. "That's it,

Princess. Your throat is my cum dump isn't it?" You've gotten so wet from all of it, you start playing with your clit and he fucks your mouth harder "No, I didn't tell you to touch yourself damnit. You do only as I say." You stop, more turned on than before. Hoseok throws his

head back, cock sliding in and out of your throat. Just as your vision starts to blur he slams balls deep one last time. Grunting as his seed spills down your throat before quickly pulling out and allowing precious air to fill your lungs. Gasping breath you hear his voice

say with darkness. "We're just getting started Princess. I'm going to make you cum for days. That's why I came here early. Your body, your mind. They're mine for right now. When we arrive to my place you're not going to want to leave..."
"Oh fuck..." You whisper.
"Oh, we will"