What happens when a villain falls in love with a hero? Seems like a complicated situation, right? Well, what if in this case there's two villains, and they're both in love with someone who's anything but a hero? Enter the morally complex anti-hero w...
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𝑶𝒏𝒆 | "𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚"
⚠️Warning! This chapter contains mature 18+ topics ahead (there is a warning listed where it begins)⚠️
"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know." -Catherine Fisher
-You- Habits were dangerous. They could get you killed. But so could obsession. Obsession is the most dangerous form of emotion, which if no one tames can destroy everything around you, including you. Love and obsession are so closely linked, the emotions evoked by obsession are easily mistaken for love. When obsession rules your world, you become a slave to its demands. And sometimes—it's hard to see clearly between the fine lines of love and obsession; of fantasy and reality. But when these two lines blur causing things to go from black and white to gray, where do the lines truly lie? And, if they lie at all, when you find that sometimes it's not the people who change, but the mask that falls off, what would you be willing to do in the name of love? I was about to find out the answers to these questions...
⚠️Warning! Mature 18+ content ahead starts here⚠️
"Oh, Yoongi-!" I moaned loudly as the male on top of me continued to thrust inside of me.
Min Yoongi smirks when I moan loudly once again, probably taking pleasure in how loud and verbal he could get me when it came to our private time in the bedroom. "Oh, come on," he teases me, "I know you can be louder than that."
"Oh yeah?" I ask, giving him a chuckle. "Wanna bet?"
"I will take that as a challenge," he smiles brightly before placing both hands on the headboard of my new bed and practically slamming the entire length of his dick into me once more.
"God DAMN IT, MIN YOONGI!" I screamed this time, "You win!" He causes me to fist the bedsheets as he continues to pound and thrust; the sounds of skin slapping, and moaning from both of us as well as the occasional grunts and whimpers the only sounds emanating from my bedroom.
The sexy, very noticeable veins in Yoongi's hands protruded, making them utterly visible through his pale, snowy-white skin that was currently glistening with a sheen of sweat. "I told you I'd take that challenge to make you louder." He laughs. "You never disappoint me."
"I can say the same about you, Snow White," I tease, "the veins in your hands are visible again. That's so hot."
"Oh, is it?" He asks, and I nod, now being the one to attempt to take control as we switch positions; me on top and him on the bottom. I started to ride him as he comments, "If you think that's hot, wait until you see the vein on my dick."
