──  ❝ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹」

❝ アドレナリン高;
. ADRENALINE HIGH ❞

THERE'S A SORT OF EXHILARATION, ADRENALINE THAT COMES WITH BEING A THIEF. The constant question of whether tonight was the night that you'd finally get caught. What the consequences were for such a crime, especially when it was committed against some of the most powerful and dangerous people in the city.

They had come close tonight, the man they had stolen from would have caught Karma if it hadn't been for Yoongi bumping into him. They had made a grand escape, which was more like running before anyone could catch them. Karma had to take off her heels and carry them with her while she and Yoongi ran down the sidewalk until they were properly hidden.

The moment they were they were in the clear, the two broke out in laughter as they try to ease their racing hearts. They loved this adrenaline, craved it. It was almost as addicting as crack, the way their fingers tingled and their stomachs turned.

Emotion.

Under the disguise of night, they stood in an alley together, falling all over each other with uncontrollable grins.

"You slick bastard." Karma took his face between her delicate hands and brought him into a kiss. It was always the adrenaline that made them this way. The excess energy was put to use in a productive way, one the benefited the both of them.

Yoongi kissed her back, his lips are soft though his kiss is hard, zealous, teeming with lust. He drags his soothing tongue over the seam of her lips before biting down on the soft flesh gently.

"Home." He whispered breathlessly against her before breaking away from the kiss. Their smiles match in lust and mischief as they grab each other's hands and run away together to get back home. Along the way, the rain begins to trickle down once again ceaselessly.

It doesn't take long for their clothes to stick to them like a second skin and hair to become soaked. By the time they reach home, it's pouring and they drip water onto the hardwood as they tumble their way inside. They can't be bothered to care right now, far too focused

Yoongi drags Karma towards him, kicking the door shut behind them as his hands find their way to her hips. Their lips are magnets, drawn together inexplicably, a perfect match. The adrenaline that courses through their veins moves them, it motivates every action they take.

Karma threads her fingers through his wet locks, pushing his hair out of his face as it sticks to his skin. "Come on." She didn't want the high to end by prolonging the inevitable. As said before, patience wasn't one of her virtues.

They stumble their way back to the bedroom, stripping themselves of their clothing piece by piece until their hands padded over each other's wet skin, roaming as if they owned each other's bodies, as if they had each other's names tattooed on them.

Yoongi's right hand slides behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with the same skills he uses to steal people's possessions, it's swift and effortless from so many years of practice. His lips place wet kisses across her jaw, tracing over the curve of her ear and down her neck as he slips the bra off her shoulders.

"If you don't stop with the teasing, I'll chop you dick off, Yoon." Karma threatened him ad he cupped her breasts in his large, calloused hands. He drags his thumbs over her hardened peaks before bending down to take one into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling over it. "Well, how are you gonna choke on it if you do?" He teased, teeth nipping lightly at the hardened bud.

Karma backed away from him, forcing him to release her as she hopped onto the bed and tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong. She pulled them down her hips, then her thighs, and finally, she pulled them all the way off and tossed them to the side haphazardly.

She reached out for Yoongi, beckoning him forward until he stood above her, looking down at her, watching as she began to pull down his underwear as well.

She's never failed to be amazed by his size. Karma watched as he sprung out from the confines of his underwear, twitching subtly. She takes him in her hands feeling the satin-like skin under her palms as she leans forward to press a soft kiss onto the base of the thick appendage and then the leaky tip, an action that makes his lips tighten and then part in a sigh.

But that's as far as she takes it. A teasing smile crosses Karma's lips. She has the smile of danger, of the receiver's inevitable demise, a destructive charm. It's payback for all his trouble.

"Are you fucking serious? And you call me the tease." Yoongi takes off his underwear the rest of the way while she looked at him. "You know I don't get on my knees for any man, not even you." With that, she lays back against the messy sheets of their bed, feeling utterly victorious.

Yoongi sighed and grabbed her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He drops down to his knees in front of her, looking up at her with a smirk. She may not get on her knees, but he will. His pride didn't matter, Karma tasted far too sweet for him to pass up.

He positioned her legs over his shoulders, his long fingers digging into her fleshy thighs. This was always Karma's favorite part, the only moments she allowed Yoongi to take his time. She relished in the soft kisses he peppered across her inner thighs, leaving each patch of skin he caressed on fire.

He slotted his head between her thighs, his damp hair brushing over her skin as he kissed the apex of her pelvis. His lips breezed over her pretty lips, kissing right where she wanted him most

Finally, his tongue finds her throbbing clit. He revels in the soft moans that escapes her. Her hips roll against his face as his tongue flicks and plays her clit like a violin. Her moans are like music, not even the legends could compare. Beethoven and Mozart can't hold a torch to her music.

Karma stares down at him, the sight of him on his knees, his head buried between her thighs was enough to bring an orgasm on its own. The sticky wet sounds that were produced by his skillful tongue lapping at her pussy as if he had been starved of something divine all his life, something not of this world, of this plane of existence.

Karma ran her fingers through his soft hair, gripping and tugging as she attempts to hold on to the few strings of sanity she had left. Yoongi was no fool to what he was doing, how to use his tongue in only the most pleasing ways. Karma was jealous of any other woman who got to experience this. This was for her and her alone.

Yoongi sucks on the tiny rosebud while his hand slid between her legs. She shutters softly above him as he drags his middle finger up and down her slit, teasing softly over her clenching entrance that leaks with arousal. It drenches his fingers in a sticky, clear slick.

"You always talk so much shit about how high and mighty you are, Kar." Yoongi purrs lowly, detaching his lips from her clit. His eyes carefully examine her most intimate part as his fingers pull open her lips. "But your body always tells the truth. You can't lie about how wet you are."

Karma gasps when he eases his middle finger into her. It slides in easily as she welcomes him, the familiarity she has with him. He knows her inside and out, how she likes to be touched, exactly where her g-spot is, everything about her body. He has her moans on repeat constantly in his head and the face she makes when she orgasms is forever tattooed into his brain.

Yoongi's lips return to her aching clit, licking and twirling as his finger eases in and out of her. He adds another one, using the two long appendages to scissor her open. His fingers, as long as they were, were nothing compared to his dick, but they were just as effective in making her cum. He was more skilled than even the best guitarist.

He knew exactly where to press, where the softest part of her walls were, her g-spot. Karma tugged on his hair again, scratching his scalp gently in praise of his good work. "Fuck, right there, Yoon. Right- fucking - there!" She cried out, pulling him closer as her orgasm began to build within the pit of her stomach.

Yoongi could feel that she was growing close. He shoved her fingers deeper inside until his knuckles completely vanished inside her. He brought her to the very cusp of her orgasm before quickly retreating before she could fall over that cliff.

Karma could fucking kill him. "What the fuck Yoongi?" She groaned as she feels her orgasm retreating from her, receding back into nothingness. He rolled his eyes as if it were obvious. "You know I like it when you cum on my dick. Don't act brand new." He says, sticking his fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the digits, humming softly as the sweet taste that stains his taste buds. His favorite taste.

Yoongi wastes no time climbing on top of her, his hands trailing up the slope of her waist, admiring the beauty of her body. There was nothing to complain about, not a single imperfection in sight.

He leans down and presses a kiss to her head, then the tip of her nose, and her cheeks. Then finally her lips. His beautiful hands come to cup her jaw in his hand as he kisses her, their tongues dancing in harmony together. Their hearts race, drowning out any other noise that could've been heard.

It was oddly intimate for them. Yoongi's delicate kisses always made her heart leap and lurch. His lips brush over her skin, worshipping every part of her. The map of her body is printed into every fiber of his being. He knows her by heart, every slope and curve.

It's like heaven as he slips in, Karma's fingers grip his stringy hair as she tosses her head back and mewls softly. No other pleasure could compare, no amount of drugs or stealing could ever compare to this high. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Yoongi purred as the silky warmth of her pussy hugged him, completely enveloping him. He watched as she melted into the mattress, moaning softly as he nudged his hips forward. His hands pressed her hips down, keeping her still as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward in a sharp thrust.

"Fuck." Yoongi let out in a throaty groan, taking her wrists in his hand, binding them together easily over her head while his other pressed on her lower abdomen. He stared at her glistening pussy, watching as she clings to him every time he draws his hips back, begging him not to leave.

Yoongi is hypnotized by the sight, the best pussy he's ever had the pleasure of fucking. This pussy was for him alone.

He finally looked back up at Karma, the soft, broken moans that escaped her plush lips are enough to motivate him to go harder. He releases her wrists to gain more stability.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." His right thumb presses down on her throbbing clit, circling in gentle strokes that make her back arch away from the bed and an almost pornographic moan to leave her.

Yoongi hates to say that he loves this, that he adored her laying under him while he fucks her. His desire to claim her and this pretty pussy of hers is all he can think about, especially as she hooks her leg over his hip and draws him closer.

Karma pulls him down, closer to her with the desire to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Her claw-like nails drag across his back where her previous markings had long healed. It was her way of claiming him subconsciously, of telling any bitch he may get with that he was owned.

They had never considered that the other had the primal desire to claim the other. That as much as they try to say that their feelings for each other were anything but romantic. Maybe in fear that it may ruin anything they may have going on here, that they may ruin the relationship that they have.

"God, Yoon." Karma clawed at his back, leaving bright red marks in their wake. No other man could compare to the pleasure Yoongi could give her when they were high on adrenaline. He reached parts of her she didn't know existed, sweet, deep, intimate parts.

Yoongi purred with satisfaction. "That's right, I'm the only one who can make you feel this way." It was moments like this where Yoongi got a big head and Karma would have to knock him down a notch. But they both knew he was right. He was the only one who could beat up her pussy like she had done him wrong and she'd come right back to get completely obliterated.

The pad of his thumb circling her clit only added to the pleasure, drawing her closer and closer than the peak of her pleasure. Yoongi could watch the way her features pull and contort with pleasure all day. He noses her jaw, rolling his hips skillfully against hers. "Come on, cum for me. Don't hold out on me, Kar." Yoongi drags his tongue across the curve of her slender neck.

"Dear God." Karma whimpered as her long-awaited orgasm wracks her body. Her mind grows hazy as she clings to Yoongi, desperate to feel his warmth. "Please." Her voice is weak as she buries her face into the crook of his neck. She can feel him twitch inside her, signaling that he was growing close as well. Maybe her own orgasm had triggered it, but it was only a few seconds before he ripped away from her, kneeling above her as he frantically jerking himself above her.

He cums on her stomach and pelvis and Karma is too far gone to even notice. It mingles with the thin layer of sweat on her skin, pooling there in all the dips and crevices.

"Shit." Yoongi sighs, laying down beside her as they finally come down from their adrenaline high. The silence of the room is only filled by their panting and soft laughter.

"If I use up all the hot water, will you be mad at me?" Karma asks as if she doesn't know the answer already.

"Yes, I will."

"You came on me."

"So did you but I'm not complaining am I?" Yoongi turns his head to look at her and though he sounds serious it belies him. He smiles softly and rolls over. "Come on, we're getting in together 'cause if I have to take one more cold shower, we're fighting."

Karma could hold no objections. She got up and followed him into the bathroom, staring down at her stomach where his semen resides for the time being before it would be washed away down the drain like countless other times.

"Hurry up, I feel sticky," Yoongi called for her.

"I'm coming, dickhead."

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

We're meeti ng Taehyung next chapter! Yay, I'm so excited! Also- I've been writing a lot less recently. Not because I don't like writing anymore, I love it actually, but I feel like I have more patience now. Like- I don't constantly push myself to churn out chapters like crazy. It gives me time to re-write, edit, make sure everything's up to my liking.

I kinda wanna get a editor to do all the work for me, but at the same time, I don't have money to pay someone to do that so...I'll be fine.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

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~Kay (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ