Chosen Choice:
II. Tell him to lube himself up
Cowgirl Position

Chances of Dialog:

"S-shouldn't I be taking care of you?!"

"W-wait!"

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I smile and grab the bottle of lube. I open the cap and squirt some on my fingers, handing it to him.

"Go ahead. Lube your big boy up."

Namjoon gulps, watching as I bring my fingers down to my heat and gently slip one finger in.
The sudden penetration makes me gasp, but it doesn't hurt.

Namjoon doesn't even blink, his chest is heaving, his cock begging for any kind of touch.

He quickly pops the cap open and squirts some of it on his hand, nervously gulping a lump down his throat.

"I... I'm..."

"It won't hurt." I smile at him, carefully inserting a second finger to prove a point. "I'm doing it too, right?"

Namjoon nods quietly. He hesitantly looks down at my heat and then at his own member. I see a mental shrug in his eyes and he grabs his shaft, hissing when the cold substance touches the sensitive skin.

He squeaks a little, covering his mouth in embarrassment.

I giggle, inserting a third finger, whining at the feeling. "You have to move, Joonie. It helps you slide in better so it won't hurt."

"O-oh..." Namjoon grins shyly. "I never looked into this as much as my brothers did..."

"That's fine, because now we're here to learn. Sex is a sacred thing. I'm showing you my vulnerability and you are showing me yours. Two people bound as one. That's the magic of it all."

Namjoon chuckles. "You got that from a book."

"It's the truth though."

He shrugs. "Can't say it isn't." He grins, finally starting to slide his hand up and down on his length. He groans at the feeling, shuddering.

Taking a few minutes to gather our courage and for Namjoon to find out how to actually properly lube up, I sit up and push him over, his back falling flat on the bed.

Once again his eyes are wide in shock when I sit on his lap, allowing him to feel my heat, as I allow myself to feel his member.

"It's clear you don't know what you're doing."

"Is it that obvious?" Namjoon chuckles shyly. "S-sorry..."

"Don't apologize." I smile at him. "I'll do the work, okay? You just enjoy and release all of that anger and tension."

"H-hold on! S-shouldn't I be taking care of you?!"

"I'll let you if you want to, but let me do the honor. Don't worry too much."

He gulps, looking down and nods shyly. "Okay..."

I lift myself slightly, positioning his tip at my core before slowly and gently lowering myself.

He gasps, his hands immediately grabbing at the bedsheets. I just try not to claw at his chest.

He. Is. Huge.

Inch by inch I sink further down, feeling his length filling me up to a point where I feel it's impossible.

Thank Hoseok we used lube.

After minutes, I finally drop myself fully, reaching the end. My core welcomes his member inside of me, drawing a moan from he both of us.

His deep voice vibrates with a satisfied growl, his hands itching to take a hold of me.

"Joonie..." I pant softly. "Look at me."

He slowly looks up, his green eyes glowing with pure passion. He growls possesively and turns his gaze to where we are connected.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

I nod. "You're just big... I need to get used to it. You need to as well."

Namjoon pouts, a soft impatient purr slipping from his lips that sounds like a baby dragon growl.

He flushes red at the noise and turns his head away. I giggle, slowly running my hands up and down on his chest, feeling his every curve and flaw.

He shudders, smiling slyly at me. "You're such a tease."

"So are you."

"How am I a tease?"

"You walk around with such a bad boy attitude and then you're suddenly shy!"

"H-hey!" Namjoon pouts. "M'... I'm just nervous..."

"Of course you are. I am too, but you're inside me already and I'm too deep in this to back off."

Namjoon smiles and chuckles. "Then I suppose I'm deep in as well." He runs his hand over my stomach, smiling. "If this works... I'm going to be the happiest demon alive. Although, you'll have to wait with the transformation until this little fellow comes out."

I smile. "As long as it's with you, I'm fine with that."

With those words, I set my hands on his chest for support, slowly lifting myself off his cock and sliding back down.

The immediately passionate friction sends a shock of pleasure over me, making me yearn for more. Namjoon's hands tighten at my hips, his nails sharply digging into my skin, holding back as he bites his lip.

I don't hesitate to repeat my action, letting myself slide up and down on his erect length.

Each stroke makes him jolt, his muscles tensing, blood dripping down from his lip.

I pull his hand away from my waist, small drops of blood trickling down my skin as I place a soft kiss on it, whimpering when I feel him buck his hips up to connect our skin.

The newfound way of bliss draws a moan from us both, but I don't stop him from doing so.

My own pleasuring whimpers and mewls slip. I decide to roll my hips slightly, giving just that extra bit of stimulation.

It's enough for Namjoon to growl out in pleasure, his nails ripping at his bedsheets.

He wants control...

I keep my pace, slowly riding his manhood until he grasps my hips tightly.

In his eyes a bright fire I've never seen before. One of passion.

He lifts me just slightly on his cock, before I see him smirk and he bucks his hips up, thrusting his length inside.

I gasp, jolting at the rush of bliss that runs through my veins.

He does it again, over and over, each thrust stronger than the one before that.

His sharp teeth are bared, his heavy breathing exhaling with a pleasured growl at hearing my own.

His muscles tense, his cock throbbing inside me. I can feel my stomach tighten, heat growing in my body at every thrust.

Namjoon throws his head back, his grip on my waist tightening to a point where he breaks the skin.

"I-I'm gonna- M' gonna c-cum!" He growls out shakily, a loud moan vibrating in his chest.

I can only nod, and I can't speak because it just feels so good.

Namjoon pulls me against him, the new angle setting a new pace. I let out a gasp, cutting off into a moan as he speeds up.

Namjoon smashes his lips on mine, his thighs shaking. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, sending those finishing waves of bliss over me.

I clench around him, moaning in the kiss as I let go, releasing my tension with him, feeling him release with me.

And at that moment, everything stands still.

Namjoon is hugging me tightly, shaking slightly, panting heavily as his  seeds fill me. It's... so much better than with Jimin...

His body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, his tail swaying lazily. Everything about his body is broad and long, muscular and sharp. Even his horns tell me their story.

His green passionate eyes have dimmed down into his usual orbs, his hand slowly reaching to stroke a lock of hair from my face.

He smiles softly. "I love you..."

"How can you still look cute after we just had sex?" I ask softly.

He shrugs. "Runs in the family."

"Runs in your genes." I boop his nose and he smiles, his dimples popping out.

He runs his hand over my back. "If this worked... I want to wait with your transformation. Even if it didn't work... I want to keep it."

"I suppose our little demon time has to wait."

Namjoon nods. "I'm okay with it. We still need Seokjin's DNA anyway, and he doesn't transform..."

"Why?"

"He hates it here." Namjoon sighs. "I don't get why. It's nice here. I met you here." He smiles.

"So flattering."

"Hm... You taught me." He grins, flashing his sharp fangs at me.

I poke them with my finger and move away carefully, cuddling his side.

"You're my queen... Remember that." Namjoon says deeply. "My queen. My wife."

"We aren't married."

"Yet." He teases, placing a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm waiting for the right moment."

"When will that ever come?"

"You have a lot to learn, darling." He chuckles. "I'm a true romantic."

"Suuuure." I giggle.

"Really! I'll take you out for dinner if you want, walk on the beach at a sunset, ask you to marry me when the moon is brightest at the sky."

"Joonie." I cut him off, smiling. "I'm really someone with simple needs, but if you want to do all that, at least let me be the one to do it with you."

"As if I would choose anyone else." He growls. "You're perfect."

"And so are you."

There is a knock on the door once again. "It's been an hour you two, Taehyung's at the door and his stomach is causing an earthquake. Hoseok and I can't cook for shit so which one of you two will do it?" Jimin whines. "It smells like sex..."

Namjoon and I look at each other. Shyly running a hand through his hair, Namjoon looks away. "I... I can't cook... at all."

I peck his lips shortly. "Don't worry baby, I'll cook."

His cheeks flush red at the nickname and he smiles.

I slowly get up, giving Namjoon another short show by leaning down to grab my clothes.

"You're beautiful..." He says, smiling. "I'm sorry about the claw marks... It runs in the family."

"You have one kinky family." I tease.

He shrugs. "I guess some of us have our kinks. I have yet to find out."

"That's a talk for another time." I smile. "Now it's time to feed a hungry demon."

What should I do?

===💚===

I. Cook an entire meal
(Namjoon's Queen Route ×)
(Taehyung friendship +)

II. Cook multiple meals
(Taehyung friendship ×)
(Namjoon's Queen Route +)

III. Experiment (This has a twist on the story so the next chapter will be short since you decide what to do with it)
(Taehyung friendship ~)
(Namjoon's Queen Route +)
(Hoseok friendship ~)

🖤 = neutral
💚 = Namjoon
💜 = Jungkook
💙 = Yoongi
💛 = Hoseok
❤ = Seokjin
💗 = Jimin
🍔 = Taehyung

Stats:

Seokjin
30% friendship
15% affection

Taehyung
60% friendship
45% affection

Jimin
100% friendship - MAX. reached ⚠️
50% affection

Hoseok
90% friendship
50% affection

Namjoon
20% Queen Route

Jungkook
10% suspicion
20% friendship

Yoongi
30% friendship

NOTE

The Queen Route makes everything more punishable. Doing something Jimin likes but Jungkook hates will take bigger consequences.