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Stress toy (teaser) 18+

Stress toy - teaser :)

summary: you’re a little brat and Namjoon just loves to tame you

warnings = unsafe sex, degradation, chocking, daddy kink, oral sex and uhhh Namjoon can drive in this okay. 

heavily, heavily unedited ¯\_(ツ)_/¯                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Namjoon clenches his jaw again for possibly the hundredth time in the last few minutes, you’ve been teasing him all night, trying your best to get any reaction from him. You’re currently sat surrounded by the rest of the bangtan boys, as well as some staff for a celebratory meal out. Before you had left you’d tried but sadly failed to entice Namjoon to join you in bed, he was busy already working on a song demo for a future album, you swore this man never stopped. As much as you knew that this was his job, you also knew that he was going to burn himself out if he didn't have some sort of break, and were you willing to sacrifice the welling of your bum to give him that respite? Fuck yes.

At the moment you’re looking at photos of yeontan with Taehyung, you lean more into him under the guise of getting a better view of his phone. You know this will annoy Namjoon, Taehyung being your bias before you had met any of the boys was always a sore spot for him, one you loved to use to rile him up.

“Ah taetae he is just so cute, he must get it from his dad” you exclaim, this seems to be the tipping point for namjoon as he clears his throat, “well, us two should really get going, you guys enjoy the rest of your night” namjoon announces as he grabs your arm and pulls you up out of you chair and stars to pull you along sides him as he begins to exit the restaurant.

“What's wrong joon? Did something I do upset you” you question, “babygirl you better shut your mouth if you know what's good for you” he says with an eerily calm voice. This causes an unabashed smile to appear on your face, “but daddy, I can’t make you feel better if you don't tell me what I did wrong” your false innocence radiates off of you and you know this will only infuriate him further. Suddenly, Namjoon pulls you into the alleyway beside the restaurant, “panties, now” he states in his domineering voice, with the way he’s towering over you, you have little choice and shimmy your underwear out from under your skirt. You place the delicate white lace thong into his stretched out palm and await his next move. “Open your mouth baby” you hesitantly do so, debating if it was worth disobeying him, he seems to sense the idea as he grabs your mouth and forcibly opens you with his fingers. Just as soon as you’ve processed that his fingers are your mouth he pulls them out and shoves your underwear in your mouth in exchange. He grabs your chin and makes eye contact as he continues “when I ask you to do something, you do it” unable to reply you look at him in shock, a blush violently making its present on your cheeks.

Namjoon then turns and continues to pull you along as he resumes his journey to his car. You look around in horror, checking for anyone who could see you in such an embarrassing state, you notice some cars that are approaching and hide your face in namjoons shoulder. “Aww little ones so clingy now, is it just because your ‘taetae’ isn't around for you to cuddle up to?” namjoon chuckles. You shake your head in disagreement, unable to say anything because of your lace gag rendering you silent.

Once you’ve reached the car Namjoon opens the door for you, you get in without any resistance. As much as you want to disobey him, you’ve decided that you’d much rather do that in the privacy of your flat. As Namjoon gets in and starts the car he places his hand on the very top of your thigh, his fingertips just barely brushing your sensitive core. You try to shuffle down a little, to encourage his hands to be put, in your opinion, in their rightful place. “Nah ah ah, stay still little one” Namjoon warns, this causes a small muffled whine of protest from you. You see him smile slighty at this, fucking sadist, you think to yourself.

The rest of the car ride namjoon continues to tease you, sometimes he’ll slide his hand further up and gently rubs your lips, always avoiding your clit. This hell has left you thoroughly annoyed, more than willingly to bring yourself some pleasure. So as you round the street and see the highrise building that holds your apartment you decide to slide your own hands along your lips, slowly circling before you move your hand onto your clit. At this a small sigh of pleasure espaces your lips and causes namjoon to look over at you and recognize your actions. Instantly your hand is pulled away from your core, you meet eyes with namjoon, “I knew my baby was a slut but I didnt know she was this much of a dumb slut” he spat. This causes a tingle to ripple through you as you felt yourself getting wetter at his words.

The ride on the elevator is tense, you lent yourself fully into namjoons chest in an offer to hide your gagged face to the security camera and anyone who might join your ascent upwards. For these moments Namjoon is gentle in his actions, he knows that you arent much of a exibistionisht and for as much as he wants to, and is going to punish you, he’d never overstep your boundaries. As Namjoon closes your apartment door behind him, his gentle composure is removed and his dominant role consumes him. “Kneel” Namjoon barks, you only stare back in defiance, “Kitten, this is the one and only second chance I will give you tonight, I said kneel, don't take Daddys kindness for granted” Namjoon informs you. This almost sways you, but then the memory of him publicly gagging you makes defy him in revenge.

Namjoon strides over to you, he places his hand on your shoulder and forces you down. You try to look up at him but his hand moves to rest heavily on the back of your neck stopping you from looking up. “Nuh-ah, you don't deserve to look at me. First you whore yourself out at dinner and now you can't even listen to simple instructions” he finishes his sentence with a tut. “Now that doesn't sound like daddys good little girl, does it? I guess i’ll have to remind you how to behave huh, a little slut like you is lucky you have such an understanding daddy” he taunts.

[hobihobihoe]

18+ 

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Unruly ~ obeyme! x mafia au 

Part one

part two - coming soon :)

♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Kim Seokjin ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡

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♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Min Yoongi ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

nothing yet :(

♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Jung hoseok ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

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♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Kim Namjoon ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

Stress toy - you’re a little brat and Namjoon just loves to tame 

♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Park Jimin ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

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♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Kim taehyung ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

Nothing yet :(

♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ Jeon Jungkook ♡＾▽＾♡♡＾▽＾♡ 

 Nothing yet :(

[hobihobihoe]

Unruly - Part one

Obey me! + Mafia BTS + 0T7 au x reader                                                                

2.5k ish 

Warnings : 18+ slowwww burn ~ eventual smut ~ descriptions of blood and violence ~ cliche city ~ alsooo uhh if you care about grammar this is not 4 U cause imma dumb bitch <3

Andd ahh this is the first thing i’ve ever written so its probably kinda shit.. :)

Great. Just great. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah because you’re a good person, or at least you’re trying to be. You’d just agreed to cover Rosies shift, apparently she was sick, but what you hadn't taken into account when you’d agreed to work was that Rosie had been booked to a private venue, well I guess now you had been booked to a private venue. You hated working private venues, as a bartender people would sometimes assume you provided the drinks or that because you weren't working at your company bar you would join in with shots or maybe give them a discount as you were a lone ranger incharge of yourself and providing alcohol for the night. One thing a private venue did mean though was money, getting paid nearly twice the amount you usually did as well as hopefully generous tips from wealthy clients. But still you weren’t quite sure three times the work was worth only double the pay, but well… fuck it you’ve gotta be a good friend/colleague and well person to Rosie so you just have to suck it up.

Thankfully it was a Saturday night so you didn't have to work it after being at university all day. So you bid farewell to the library you had been pretending to study at and headed home to get changed into something more presentable because a hoodie three times your size and leggings covered in dorito dust probably wouldn't fly at this kind of event.

As you opened the door you heard the crocky meows of your little baby, Zuki. He was an all black rescue cat that you'd adopted two years ago, when you’d started university, as a companion and partly because as soon as you saw his cute little face you were screwed and had to bring him home. You bent down to stroke his head and scratch behind his ear just the way he likes, which results in him vibrating with loud purrs that soften your heart. “Okay baby I love you but I gotta go get ready” Zuki looks at you with annoyance now that you've cut his pampering session short, he's such a spoiled little brat you think to yourself, but as he follows you into your bedroom with his tail high in the air and a slight sway in his steps you can't bring yourself to care. He is just too damn cute.

Now donned in your crisp white shirt and black dress pants you tame your hair enough so that it resembles a neatish bun, you say goodbye to your fur baby and head off to your car on your way to hopefully a nice paycheque.

When you arrive you're greeted by Jae. He leads you to the bar and tells you to ask him if there's anything you need. Okay so far so good, you've just gotta make yourself familiar with any specialised drinks on the menu and the rest should be smooth sailing. About 10 minutes after you arrive a large group of men appear, they sit down on two separate sides of the long table that takes up most of the room, they then send two men from each group respectively your way. Game time you think, the man that reaches the bar first is sweating noticeably, his black hair sticking to the front of his forehead matting the hair that it encompases. “sweetheart get me 6 doubles of gentleman jack over ice and 2 dry martinis”, you smile at him, so thankful that you wouldn't have to make any cocktails. They were time consuming and required a lot of faf essentially and a lot of cleaning up, “of course sir” you say as you smile at him, he barely acknowledges you as he goes to sit at one of the stools that lined the bar. As you get to making his drinks you hear the clearing of someone's throat, you look up and realise it was the other man that you had been coming over. You nearly choke on your spit at the sight of him. His pastel pink hair is delicately framing his cherub-like face, “Miss?”, oh shit you’d zoned out, “Oh i'm so sorry I missed what you said completely '' you admitted shly, he just gave a cute little chuckle. “ Its okay angel” you started to blush at the use of such an affectionate nickname “I asked if I could have 6 manhattans and a sex on the beach” great fucking coacktails you signed internaly, “Of course sir” that earned a smirk from him, you were just being professional, shit professional you had to remind yourself to focus on making the drinks as your traitorous eyes kept lingering in the area surrounding him.

As you finish preparing each individual drink you place them on the bar so the men can take them to booths. Just as you were setting down the final cocktail you brush fingers with the pink haired man, “oh... um” you say prepared to give him an apology but as you look up and meet his eyes you seem to lose your ability to form any kind of cohesive sentence “Jimin, angel, my names Jimin” he states  “oh uh, Jimin I hope you enjoy your drinks'' you feel like a pathetic teenager again unable to talk to the pretty boy at the party. “I'm sure I will angel” he throws over his shoulder as he walks back to the group of men he’d emerged from, what was it with him saying that nickname that just made you giddy. God I really need to get out more you thought, maybe you could go out tomorrow as you wouldn't be working since you covered rosies shift, maybe then you could get some real action and should hopefully suasiate you for a bit. Ugh it's like Jimin had awoken something within you, which usually you’d be interested to explore, but considering that you were at work you were gonna just have to put his beautiful face to the back of your mind for when you got home later and could relax properly. Zesh should you feel creepy? No its not your fault that what was practically sex on legs was going about all unobtainable, thats what your imagination and your trusty vibrator were for anyway.

An hour later and you've made exactly three more drinks, wow, maybe if you stare at the champagne flute for another 10 minutes you'll unlock its secrets and it will be more interesting. Just as you were debating wiping down the bar for the hundredth time you hear chairs being pulled out and moved loudly. You look up to see that both groups of men which were previously amicably sat at the table now have guns aimed at each other. You freeze. You haven't ever seen a gun in person before and there must be well over ten now all presumably aimed and ready to fire. You dunk under the bar as you hear yelling start. You weren't able to focus on what was being said by the men, too busy trying to focus on controlling your breathing. Fuck. that sounded like a gun shot. And then another. You've lost track of how many shots you've heard, lots is the amount you settle on, maybe if you just stay behind the bar and stay quiet they'll forget you’re there and leave you alone. There is a long silence in the room, you try your best to mimic it when you notice the movement in one of the wine glasses that are stacked up behind the bar. Someone pushes the staff entrance to the bar open and strides towards you, gun in his right hand. You start to push yourself backward but are soon met with the edge of the bar, the man is dressed in all red and if it weren't for the specks of blood covering his face you would consider him unbelievably attractive. You seem to have been consumed by these thoughts because you suddenly come back into your physical reality, met with a gun now pointed only inches away from your face. You search his eyes for any kind of mercy or empathy you could try to appeal to, what shocks you is you only see a smoldering fire. You see his finger move on the trigger and close your eyes, you don't want the last thing you see to be a stranger. Just as you were going to try to think of pleasant things and the ones you cheriouish you hear a voice. “Hobi stop” Jimin said rather nonchalantly given your current situation, “Chim just let me tie up this loose end then we can get going” the other man, you guess Hobi? Sneered. Wow he just thought of killing you as an inconvenience, what a dick. “Hobi I think we could use her for something else” “what?” Hobi questioned sternly “well even Yoongi mentioned how good his drink was and we always have to get a new bartender every meeting and it would be easier if we had one who knew who we were so when this kind of shit happens again we haven't got any loose ends” Jimin points out. Hobi seems to consider this for a minute before he moves away in a different direction to Jimin, you try to follow his eye line but because of your placement on the floor you can’t see over the bar. “Joon, obviously the call is yours to make” Hobi announces. “It does seem to be a practical suggestion and Jimin must have taken a liking to her if he stopped you, so I don't see why not” the ominous voice declared. After a second of those words sinking in you realise that they have just decided to take you with them, to take you captive.

You start to shake, turning your head to meet Jimin's eye “no uh..um.no please don't take me” you sniffle “I promise I never saw anything, I won't say anything p-please just let me go home” you can barley make out your own words as they are effectively smothered by your tears and your small gasps for breath as you aren't able to regulate your breathing. Jimin elegantly slides over the bar and bends down to your height “Angel don't be so silly, you're coming with us. You should really be thanking me” he gives you a small wink. That causes a fresh wave of panic to settle over you, you know there's a fire exit further down in the bar hidden within the sinks and stock area, with the spike of adrenaline you start to run towards the exit. It looks like it's going well until you hear a loud bang, then the feeling of the side of your head being hit registers, lastly you notice your eyesight unfocusing before darkness seems to override and then suddenly, nothing.

~JIMINS POV~

“Yoongi was that really necessary?” Jimin akses with a slight frown on his face. The older man shrugs “someone had to do something” Jimin sighs and looks at Jungkook, “it will be easier if you carry her.”

~YOUR POV~

When you open your eyes again you see white, adjusting slightly, you realise your laying on a bed. You sit up and look around the room. There are 5 other beds that you can see, they are all small single beds with a chest at the end of each. You look over your surroundings for a few minutes before you remember the circumstances leading up to you being here. You touch the back of your head and wince when your fingers meet a small swollen bump. You decided you should probably try and leave, poor Zuki is probably waiting for you to fill his food bowl. Wow, you realise in this situation you think of your cat's mortality more than your own, well you guess that's what your life has amounted to. Just as you stand up the door opens. “Oh you're awake now” You look over to see the small older woman who was speaking “Umm.. where am i?” The lady gives you a small smile “You're in the maids room sweetie.” Great that's cleared up nothing, you think bitterly. “Can I talk to whoever's in charge? Please?” You think this is probably your best bet, explain to them that you just want to go hope and hopefully they'll be humane enough to agree with that. “Yes, he wanted me to come and get you anyway” She states as she turns around walking away from the doorway, you start to follow her. As you continue walking through the hallways and up the stairs of this seemingly huge mansion you notice several men standing guard with guns rested in their hands, ready at all times. You start to wonder if maybe your idea is ridiculous as you realise wherever you are and whatever you have gotten yourself involved in may be larger than the small group of men you'd seen at the bar. Your worrying is cut short as the women raises her hand and knocks at a door you have stopped outside off, a short “Come in” is what is answered from the other side of the door, the older women looks to you, “You should go in alone, i'll be waiting for you here” You look at her and then to the door “Uh... thank you?” You’re not really sure what the appropriate response is in this situation but you don't want to be rude, she gives you a short nod and smile.

Once you open the door you're faced with one of the men you'd seen before. He regards you with a very slight smile before he gestures to a chair placed in front of the desk he is sitting behind, you walk over to sit at the chair before you look at him directly. You aren't sure if the bang to the head you had received had caused temporary delusions, but as you look at him you swear you see light radiating out of him. You meet his eyes for a second before you decide they are too intimidating and look away, “You wanted to see me?” you ask meekly, deciding to for now abandon your plea for freedom. “Yes, I did, i'm not sure if you remember why we brought you here so i’ll just go over your role again” he starts “You’re going to be working as our personal bartender, this means you will joins us on outings that we deem appropriate and also make our drinks whilst we are here, at the base” he then moves his face into your eye line so that he can make eye contact “And in return of your services we’ll let you live” he finishes his small speech with a slight smile, as if he had just offered you a job and you weren't being threatened and held captive in this place. You take a few minutes to think over what he had just said, you come to the conclusion that for now faking compliance is probably the safest thing you can do until you are able to find a window to escape. “Who do you mean when you say we?” you enquire, you weren't sure if you should be questioning the leader of this organisation?, but your curiosity had won over any of the other responses you considered.