Seven Sins - Third Part | BTS x Reader

First Times I

Her plea is all I need to hear.

At this point, my head is spinning so fast I feel like I'm about to pass out, the only constant being the urge in my loins. I can feel my length twitch with the need to be inside of her, and she wriggles in my hands.

She's everywhere.

Over time, I've got used to the sharp senses all demons have to the point where I don't even remember the difference anymore, but I had forgotten how much more sensitive this form is.

Our to'liq-shaa, the 'full form', is a killing machine, and its senses are adequate given its purpose. Usually, I wouldn't complain about this, but with her in my hands, her soft skin under my murderous claws and the scent of her lust spreading in the room like an intoxicating fog clouding my mind and reasoning, I'm growing almost desperate to feel, hear, smell less.

"Bewal."

I don't recognise my own voice, it's more a sob than anything else, dripping with desire.

I only realise I've buried my claws in her soft hips when she moans, arching her back in my grip and pushing her ass into me. Lucifer, am I thankful for the fact that she doesn't feel pain anymore.

The beast in me takes an obscene, nasty pleasure in feeling her flesh under the sharpness of my claws, and for a second, my thoughts wander to a darker place.

I want to rip her apart.

I can feel my mouth water at the thought. She has no soul I could desire anymore. Instead, I want to devour her whole; mind, body and whatever sliver of her humanity is left.

She squirms in my hands when my claws dig even deeper into her sides and I force myself to look down. Everything moves slow, as if I'm underwater.

"Yoongi, please", she slurs, her fingers playing on my nape, pulling me in, tempting me.

Every time she touches me, my body burns up.

I don't reply, incapable of forcing my inhuman throat to produce any intelligible sound. Instead, I rip her clothes off her, the sharp sound of the fabric tearing muffled in my ears, and then I lift her up, her back against my chest.

Her body is so light in my hands.

My head is spinning as I spread her legs a little, the scent of her wetness hitting me once more, and I inhale deeply as she whines with dissatisfaction. To ease her desire, I slide my cock in between her legs from below, nestling it against her lips. It's so big its tip reaches up to her belly button easily.

I can feel her hips stutter as the cold hits her, and I try to steady my breath when she wets my length with the proof of her arousal.

I want to pound into her. Fill her up. Destroy her.

I grit my teeth, feeling the borders of my form blur and tremble as my control threatens to slip from my fingers.

She moans my name again, trying to grind against me for some friction, and I can feel her entrance clench against me as if trying to suck me in. Everything is so heightened.

"Are you sure?", I press, holding myself back from simply thrusting into her. The thought alone makes my cock jump, and she gasps. I lean down, burying my face in the side of her neck, trying to distract myself from the dizzying feeling of her pussy against me.

She moans when I kiss her neck, then place a gentle bite onto the spot while constantly fighting the urge to sink my teeth into her throat.

"Y/N." The name comes out dragged, the urgency and need behind it palpable enough, at least that's what I hope. I need her consent. I need to know it's okay.