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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𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆"
"This life really is fucking wonderful..."
⚠️Warning! This chapter contains mature 18+ topics ahead (there is a warning listed where it begins)⚠️
"Flowers?" I ask surprisedly, giving Yoongi a big smile before smirking. "Min Yoongi, what have you done?"
I see his cheeks flush, (which confuses me a bit because he was never shy around me before) as he hands them to me. "It's a housewarming gift for the new apartment. N-Not like that."
"Hm, sure." I lower my face into the bouquet as I inhale the smell. "Mm, they smell good. Thank you."
He leans in to peck my cheek. "Of course. Now, seeing as I've been waiting for this all day, shall we go?"
"Ooh, we shall."
We headed from the parking lot up through the complex to the elevators and made it to my own. We didn't exactly get that far in terms of unpacking, though, because the second I opened the apartment door Yoongi was on top of me and we started to make out.
⚠️Warning! Mature 18+ content ahead starts here⚠️
"I've been waiting all day," he husks, "you've kept me waiting long enough. I'm ravaged, little kitten."
"Oh, then let me help you out with that," I reply, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
Our kiss was wet, and a little bit sloppy since it was rushed as well as hurried. I could tell he wanted this just as much as I did, so we were both rushing to taste each other. This was our way of greeting one another. "Yoongi," I panted, "bedroom?"
"Yes. Now," he practically orders, and we start undressing one another on the way to my room.
We both moaned and panted as we reached my room, crawling on top of each other to get to the bed. Somehow we had managed to fully undress ourselves on the way there and had forced our bodies under the covers, but still on top of my sheets. "Yoongi," I moan, "get under the sheets."
"God, you're so sexy," he breathes, and we slip under the sheets. "My shirt surely smells good after you've been wearing it all day with that perfume of yours." The sharp sound of a wrapper snapping and popping fills my ears as he tears into a condom, and momentarily pauses kissing me in a swift, fluid motion to roll it on, securing it in place.
"Jesus, fuck! Yoongi!" I shout now as he wastes no time in pushing his entire length inside of me, giving me zero warning.
"Aw, you're tight," he teases, beginning to pump back and forth. "What, stressful day?"
