The Seven Deadly Sins || BTS x Reader [21+] || ?

You spent the entire day lounging around your house, your mind drifting to the gorgeous stranger you met on your birthday, and trying to figure out what the mysterious white discolouration on your thighs and pelvis was. As far as you knew, you did not go to sleep with it, and the internet had done nothing to help you. In fact, it had scared you a bit, so you decided to close your laptop and have a snack, before going for a shower.

You rooted through your fridge, finding nothing you wanted to eat, and closed the door gently. However when you turned back towards the centre of your kitchen, everything was different.

You were not in your kitchen.

"What?" You mumbled, surprised as you took in your surroundings. The room was enormous, with at least five seperate stoves lined up against the far wall. There was an island in the middle of the room, with a few stools scattered around it, and a rail suspended from the ceiling, with pots and pans hanging from hooks.

You turned back to your fridge,  shocked when instead of seeing your little white refridgerator humming away, there was a larder that was almost the size of your own kitchen. Piled high on the shelves were all kinds of foods, from tinned beans to popcorn, jars of jam to jars of caviar.

"Y/n," A whisper echoed through the room, and you turned to the open door of the huge kitchen, that you didn't notice before. As you took a step towards the exit, you almost tripped, and reached out to steady yourself on the wall. You looked down to see yourself in a tight, silky silver dress that had a neckline so low it was a surprise that your breasts hadn't spilled over the top. It was barely held together by a criss cross of ribbon going up the bodice, with a bow tied at the top, as if your chest was being presented as a gift.

"Y/N," The voice said again, the sound so insistant that it sent shivers down your spine and almost pulled you from the room.

You gathered the dress in your trembling hands and moved barefoot out through the kitchen door and down a plain, cream coloured corridor with a red carpet. You padded silently along the soft material under your feet towards the door at the end, where the whispered voice was beckoning.

The double doors creaked as you pushed them open, dropping your dress so you didn't hurt your knuckles on the rich wood.

You stepped inside, taking in the astonishing sight of what was before you. You were clearly in a dining room, although banquet hall might have been more fitting. Along the middle of the room, running all the way to the other end, was a massive, dark wooden table; much like something you might find in a period drama set in the palace of a king. There were chairs lined up neatly along each side, and spread out on the table were plates upon plates of deserts; cakes, and fruit, pies and ice cream.

You wandered down one side of the table, until you came to the half way point, where you noticed a man seated at the head of the table, lounging back casually in his seat with a smirk on his face.

When you locked eyes, he got to his feet and slowly walked towards you, as if he was a lion stalking its prey.

"Delicious," He remarked as his eyes moved down your body, lingering on your chest, "So much nicer than the dress you wore before. Nice of you to join me, Y/N,"

You gulped as he stepped closer. His face was beautiful, and his body was lean and full of power. But what made you tremble was not just his pure power and gorgeous face; it was his scent. As he stepped into your body, lifting your chin with his fingers, you could smell melted chocolate, and whipped cream with strawberries. You could smell freshly backed apple pie, and peach sorbet. He smelt like all the things in the world you found delicious, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of good sex.