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luv-gukkie · 25 days ago

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★ more than anything ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: it's clear to jungkook that you desperately want a higher rank, but he's not gonna make that happen, no matter the amount of nights you spend with him.

word count: +4.6k

tags/warnings: degrading comments, manipulation, age gap, unmarried jk, power imbalance (chief police jk x subordinate reader), sex in workplace, he cuffs her, gunplay, violence against reader (he slaps her), dub-con?, tons of filth, creampie, mean!jk, he pretty much lies, unprotected sex, sex in police car, un-consented filming, reader on birth pill tho, dom! jk and sub!reader

notes: i might change the ending later on bc im not so sure about it rn, but happy late thanksgiving!! sorry i’ve been gone for so long :(

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it's said that the color of green envy has never looked good on anyone, but jungkook begs to differ as he watches you lose your color to jealousy as he hands your well-deserved promotion to a random recruit that hasn't done anything in a matter of years. his eyes admire the manner in which you bite your lip, crossed arms slightly aggravating your uniform and the hatred in your eyes directed to the newest sergeant. jungkook has seen you work countless hours this past year for the promotion he's handing out to whoever isn't you. it makes him laugh in the inside; the new sergeant still has a long way to go if he wants to be chief of police (like jungkook himself) but he's closer than you are and that fact destroys you but it brings a winning smile to jungkook's face as he hands the man a gift, eyes still staring at your tense form. "congratulations to the newest sergeant," jungkook's voice booms into the office space; loud and clear so that you can hear the truth and face reality: you're not gonna get that promotion. resounding applauses are heard from the team of officers that's missing one person joining in. he laughs in enjoyment, arm wrapped around the sergeant who's name he's already forgotten, "to his hard work." it's clear to jungkook that you've already lost yourself to envy. gone so far that you'll fall right into him, a place right where he wants you. and with that thought, he gives you a lazy smile before chugging down his glass of champagne.

"you wanted to see me, chief." a slight annoyance is in your tone that doesn't go unnoticed by jungkook. it's already past midnight and you just wanna go home to watch television with your little puppy. but no. you had to stay and wait just to talk to big chief jungkook while everyone goes home, 'it's simply not fair' you think. it brings a small smirk to his face that your sassiness is seeping through. "sweetie you didn't think i would notice now?" a slight playfulness is laced in his tone, "not a single clap for your new and beloved sergeant. why's that, huh?" there's a smug smile on his face as he folds his arms behind his head, "didn't your mommy and daddy teach you good manners?" your eyes widen a little at his demeanor change because chief jeon has never spoken to anyone like this. "because if they didn't, i will" jungkook proudly laughs with a shake of his head as he stands on his two feet. you can hear your heart pounding faster by the second because did chief jeon really just say that? your lips part slightly but you can't seem to get any words out.

then it's quiet until he suddenly speaks up. "don't you wanna get that promotion, miss __?" and you really think you're going crazy when you hear his mocking tone because chief jeon would never belittle his coworkers like this. he's always the sweet and favored chief of the whole department. his eyes so nice and welcoming when you first arrived here that you can't help but think that maybe you've done too much today at work. "been working real hard for it, haven't ya?" you're left taken back from his words. the parting between your lips and the tilted head brings a stupid grin to his face. "i think you'd be amazing, i'll put your picture up on the wall and everything to congratulate my little subordinate climbing the ranks." he takes a few lazy strides to you, watching with intent eyes as you watch his movement. "i might wanna put it right on my desk, s' gonna look real nice." his big eyes intent on watching your every move. "cat got your tongue, miss ___? c'mon now, use your words. i know that you want that promotion to make your parents all proud and happy?" you've never heard jungkook talk like this, or look at you the way he's doing right now. has it always been like this?

it's a stuttering mess when you start speaking, "i-i'm happy for the sergeant that got it sir." he puts a smile on his face, hand reaching out to touch your hair, "your hair looks nice like this. i barely get to see it down." you can't help the deep swallow that goes down your throat as you don't stop his actions. your pretty self in a distress to his touches and jungkook loves it. "you know, you're a pretty little thing." you cast your eyes down as he continues, "i'm scared each time you go out for missions. scared that you'll come back hurt badly but you're a strong girl. my strong girl aren't ya now? always working hard to impress me." his hands move to caress your neck, "sir, i don't think this is appropriate." your voice is small and it makes him throw back his head in laughter. "i'll tell you what, i'll give you the up and coming promotion." he watches as your eyes light up, illusion of hopes in them because jungkook has always known what you've wanted. "but you gotta do me a favor, alright pretty?" ever since the first day you arrived in the office, the ambition was set clear in your eyes. and who was he to deny you of it? even if he messed with your fate just a little so that you could get it.

jungkook can tell that you're too high up in the sky about the promotion to even care about what he's saying or doing. the reason behind his playful smirk as his fingers start unbuttoning your uniform. it's not long before he has you laying down on his desk, your black uniform surrounding his desk. his mouth goes down to your tits, tongue salivating your taste. your hands too shy to hold him that you grip onto the desk, moaning into the empty office. his lips pucker up into your neck, teeth softly nibbling until a harsh bite leaves you wincing in pain with a small call of his name. "gonna make you mine," he groans out as his hand slowly digs itself between your legs, the wet feeling on your panties satisfying him. jungkook's hand cups your cunt, fingers digging in to make sure you feel how slimy you left your panties. "all for me right?" a smug smile that doesn't leave his face once, one that continues to grow as you lose yourself to him. allowing him to see you in the most vulnerable of ways for your most desired ambition. a tiny gasp leaves you when a cold hand gently slaps your face, "answer your chief." it's then and there, you realize that you're giving yourself up: when chief jungkook's fingers harshly rubs your clit through your flimsy panties and all you do is cry out his name with countless "yes" that fall from your lips. and with the desperate look of need on your face, his hands claw down the sheer material you call panties into his pants. "gonna split you with my cock, and you'll take it like my good officer." jungkook's hands eager to take off his belt until his eyes' line of sight fall onto something else wrapped around his waist, a chunk of cold steel that's only used in rare occasions to assert dominance against criminals. an easy pull, and it's on his hands, pointing directly at you that all you can do is panic. "jung-" your meek voice is cut off by the force of his tattooed hand tugging your head closer to the gun. "you're gonna do what i say and not fight me, understand?" a bitter tone that you've heard many times when an order isn't completed to chief jungkook's taste. and a quick nod of the head that's every reaction, including yours. you feel small under his piercing eyes that ogle the way you're being controlled because jungkook's ambition was also clear the day you stepped foot into the office as the new officer; a strong need to have you as his. "open those pretty lips and stick your tongue out," his low voice still demanding, but just like you, he was gonna make it happen, no matter what.

jungkook's cock throbs at the way your positioned in front of him. his eyes lusting over you in every way possible because how he could he not. "such a pretty officer." his fingers still restraining your movement, locked in between your strands, puffy cunt hopelessly leaking onto his desk as he rubs his covered cock against you, and the sultry way in which you gaze up at him, even with a mouth full of his own gun. a suffering amount of pleasure consuming him as you continued to follow his instructions. "s' obedient to her chief." as he parts his drenched gun from your lips, the saliva shamelessly sticks from your tongue to the tip of his gun. an awe-struck look on his face that makes you feel proud that you managed to impress your chief. jungkook is quick to tug his pants off that his cock immediately hits his abdomen. it doesn't surprise you one bit that jungkook is huge, but that your legs widen to make more room for him right away at the sight of him. "i'll give it to you nice n' hard, any way you want it baby." his hand grabs your hips, ensuring your close enough to align his chubby tip to your pussy. with a rough thrust of his hips, jungkook's fat cock disappears between your slick folds. a sickening squelch resounding from the physical connection. what should've been a wake up call for you, but instead you welcomed it. let his hands wander all around you body, let his teeth sink into wherever he wanted, even if he would draw blood. and it was too late either way. jungkook had gotten a taste and he wouldn't be letting it go to waste.

your cunt felt each and every vein that jungkook had on him. his swollen cock taking up every space inside you, stretching your tiny hole with each push and pull. "s' good" you babbled, drool seeping out onto his desk with each moan you carried out. "little cunt s' soaked, perfect for me ugh," a guttural moan escaping him accompanied by the sound of his balls slapping against you. "want it more than anything, pretty?" he whispered, his voice hot and low. "mhm," you whimpered back at him. the desk rattled as the slaps of skin against skin was harsh and rough, leaving littered marks of red.

"you're so good for me. always so fucking sweet," his breath stuttered, "wanna make you mine, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" your mind too numb to listen to his filthy words, eyes dizzy with pleasure and need. "more," a repetition of little slurs was the only thing you could let out. "little pussy would like that, huh? being mine." a gentle caress to your waist to get you to move right against him. you could feel his fat cock, each time he slipped out and back in. a nerve going up your spine and jungkook's as you got tight around him. the squelch of his pelvis connecting with yours was loud along with the sultry noises the two of you let out. with a few more thrusts, your desperately clenching around jungkook while he's emptying himself into you just as much. he's not surprised that he came so hard when he's been into you for so long, patiently waiting for the perfect moment. he's in complete awe as he watches you recover from your release. pretty, pouty lips that gasp for air that he can't help but lean over and sloppily kiss you all over again. a string of saliva connects your tongue with his before he says, "your chief is gonna think about that promotion." a little nod from you and he's going back to connecting your mouth to his.

it's been three months. three stupid months and jungkook still hasn't given you the promotion, as a matter of fact, he hasn't said anything about it. you always have to pry an answer out of him, and it's the same response each time. anything that comes out of his mouth is just pure lies. it doesn't help that he's been taking you to the office from the start of your shift to the end; having to spend long nights with him in your apartment or his without any signs that you'll get something back. "it's not fair," your lips move away from his own, catching your breath. "you promised me that promotion." your puffy lips pout as you try to pull away from him. "pretty baby, it takes a while before i can submit the report." disbelief is written all over your face and jungkook can't help but want to laugh, because he fully knows that he's not gonna give you that promotion; that "long" report doesn't even exist. and it never will because you're good right where you are: laying so pretty right under him. "c'mon don't get mad with me now, tsk." his finger pulls at a button from your uniform. "s' been a long day, let's just go home and relax, yeah?" his voice goes low.

"fuck, you're so good baby. making me wanna fill you up real good with my cum, yeah?" his voice is raspy and it gets your cunt leaking. "you'd like that, wouldn't ya? fuck you real nice till all you can think about is my cock." the high pitched moans you squeak out have him reaching for your neck to hear you struggle underneath him. "gonna accept everything i give you, right pretty baby?" your pink-coated nails cover his own, tears sliding down your face as it gets harder to breathe. jungkook can't help the groans that escape him, watching as you struggle to take his cock. your uniform is scattered somewhere on the floor and you're bare naked clinging onto him. your cunt swallows him whole, dripping onto him. you can hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, leaving it red. a slur of fucks leave your gasping throat as your squirt on jungkook. a spatter of white hits all over jungkook abdomen and cock, some of it leaking onto his sheets and the floor.

it doesn't help when he lets go of your neck to pull a fistful of your hair so that your back can arch. "shit baby, you're all over me." his lips curl into a faint smirk as his eyes devour the mess you made. his lips attach to your neck and bit by bit, your skin is left with marks. "i'm cumin'" he groans loudly into your ear. you can feel his cock twitch and then ooze warm cum into you, a nonstop spill filling you. a shudder runs down your spine, "chief!" your hands wrap themselves around his shoulders, helplessly gripping his uniform. his tattooed hand sliding down to your clit, making sure to get a couple of thrusts before tightening his grip on you. "oh shoot," a little husky gasp leaves his mouth, "gonna make you leave this dumb job to be my cock sleeve, baby." his husky voice mutters into your ear. your breath hitches as he continues to overstimulate you. your hands slightly pushing him away using the force against his chest until he got the hint. "i'll give ya' a nice promotion cause you did so good, pretty." his voices pants into your ear before he places a sloppy kiss on your lips. your eyes roll at the comment, but there's hope that maybe he's telling you the truth. that chief jungkook is the kind man you know from day one.

"the chief's calling you to his office," a passing police officer whispers to you. your eyes widen and a surge of excitement passes through you, could it be that the promotion was cleared? you practically skip to the office, feeling giddy in the inside that you even realize you're knocking right at his door. "come in," his voice booms across the locked door. you sit across him with your legs neatly crossed, ready to hear good news. "i'm going to evaluate you. see what you do well and what you lack in for that promotion we've discussed." he says without even looking up at you, scanning over piles of papers. it's when he doesn't hear you say anything that he looks up, "speak sweetie, put that mouth of yours to good use." a harsh smile on his face. your face flushes at the slight embarrassment you feel, "thank you, sir." he scoffs before he makes his way to you, "go get ready, we're leaving right now." jungkook's eyes darken as you happily dash out of the room. he's not gonna give you shit. not when you're just using him to get a promotion; he's seen the way you act around him. you ignore him until you need him; bending at his every will to convince him to give you a worthless title because of course spreading your legs will help you at work. it just makes him think that if any other guy was in his position, you would probably do the same thing that you're doing with him but, he won't let that happen. jungkook's already got you right where he wants you. "my pretty, little bitch."

the car ride is silent, neither of you speaks or tries to. however, you're tense when you notice that jungkook's silence is for his anger, one that you've experienced and seen a few times. it's not good, especially with the way he's holding the steering wheel so tightly. as the car comes to a stop, jungkook speaks, "i've set up a situation in this building, if you do well, that promotion is yours." his eyes turn to lock in with yours, "but if you don't, you're gonna have to continue working hard." you're silent, while he laughs with a cheeky smile on his face. "i'll tell you when you can come in. good luck," his voice sings at the end, almost taunting.

when it's time, you carefully walk into the run-down building. gun in your hand, stopping at every corner and making sure of each movement and step you take. a loud sound behind you startles you, and then all of a sudden, the lights turn off which leaves you in complete darkness. "oh fuck," you mutter quietly. you're quick to grab at your flashlight, swearing that you saw something run from one hallway to another. "chief jeon?" you hope to hear an answer but all you hear is water dripping from the ceiling down to the floor. the odor of the building is disgustingly suffocating you. you're quick to glance into the hallway you saw someone go into, it'd be completely dark without the light from your flashlight. a dark shadow at the end slightly makes you jump before you smile and point your gun to it, "got you, chief jeon."

"are you sure?" he teases before he's taking the gun from your hand in a quick motion that bends your arm in the worst way possible. you cry at his action, "let me go please." his hand does exactly the opposite of what you say. jungkook tightens his grip on it, turning you around with a smirk on his face. "gotchu, pretty baby." you feel cold metal against your wrists before it's digging into your skin with a "click". "jungkook, s' not funny." you mumble as your eyes can only look at where you dropped your flashlight, the light seeping onto the floor before it dissolves into darkness. "i wasn't trying to be," he scoffs before continuing to laugh, "but, you did terrible. how could you even get a job at our station?" you feel humiliated at hearing how his laughter only grows louder with each moment you remain silent with tears nearing the corners of your eyes. "aww, don't cry now." you can hear the grin on his face as he walks you towards the entrance of the building. did you ever have a chance at succeeding?

jungkook pushes your head down to enter the backseat of the car, and then enters alongside you. you're slightly surprised at how dark it is outside. how long were you in there? "here, let's get this off you, yeah?" he's tugging your vest down and then unbuttoning your uniform shirt. you move your head when he tries to plant a kiss on your lips, "ah, so now you don't wanna kiss me? little dream about your promotion over so soon?" jungkook's voice digs into your heart. the tears finally start coming down and you can't do anything but whimper. "s' okay, don't worry," he murmurs into your ear. you can feel his eyes piercing into your skin, but you don't dare look to face them because you already know the power they hold over you. "im sorry that i slept with you," you speak softly with the tiniest noises of sniffles coming out, something that jungkook would find adorable if it wasn't for what you just said. "it was a mis-", your voice cuts off with a squeal at the resounding slap that jungkook lays on your face. "you little bitch." his hands pull both your cheeks together, forcing your lips to pucker out. "fucking look at me," but you don't dare. "i-i'm sorry," your voice cries out. jungkook's face is placed a few centimeters from you that you smash your lips on him to prevent any angry outbreaks he might have. and it works. your legs wrap around his hips as his tattooed hands go to tug your pants down.

"who's my little bitch, huh?" his vulgar words make your pussy cream around him. "she just wants my cock to stuff her." a grin spreads on his face as he stares at the slick that falls from your pussy to your thighs and down his cock until it's all over the car seats. he loves hearing each crude moan that falls from your lips each time he thrusts into you, fat cock digging into your cervix. and when he pulls out, a small gooey slick connects the head of his cock with your messy hole. jungkook can't help the gulp he takes in at the pornographic scene because he fucking loves it. jungkook pinches at your clit harshly, "words, baby." his hips smack harshly into you, mocking you for not being able to muster a thought and much worse to even let a couple of words out. you can't even use your hands as the cold metal prevents you to do so. you can't even stop the mewls that leave your mouth in a hurry. "chief jungkook dicking you down too good?" a small chuckle you can barely make out. you feel the sweat and stickiness of your hot skin against the cool seats; it rubs into your skin nicely. the windows are fogged up and the air is so thick with the smell of release and sweat from both of you. his heavy cock fills you up, little hole puckering when he pulls back, "s' tight and wet, pretty, taking me s' good." there's a continuing squelch that grows louder and louder. jungkook's hands push at the seats from under you once he starts pushing you against it like a ragdoll. with no way to lean on your hands, you don't even realize there's spit connecting your lips to where you were once laying down. with an easy handle of your body, jungkook puts himself underneath you. it's a sight that he'll never get used to. he pushes his hips upwards, while you rest your head against the driver seat, letting him use you however he wants. "gonna cum," his voice is raspy as he gawks at the curve in your stomach, watching intently with how it disappears to only reappear. your nails dig into the cuffs while jungkook's fingers dig into your quivering, bare thighs. you're weeping at the overstimulation you feel as you cum for another time. your puffy cunt is red as he continues to ram inside you, hole stretching out to fit him inside you as his cum slowly comes out, only to be pushed back in. you slightly twitch when he shoots his release into you, making sure to pull you closer to him. the spurts of cum gush into you a long stream, little hiccups leaving your mouth as you lean your head into his neck. he softly takes out the cuffs and caresses your wrist, "so cute," he mutters into your ear, "i forgive you." you snuggle into him, lost in a drowsy state that you're unaware of the blinking camera on jungkook's chest that's recorded everything. "i just know what's best for you."

your eyes feel exhausted and it doesn't help that your head pounds too. it's way too dark inside that it must be sometime around night and morning. the sheets smell familiar; a masculine scent that makes you realize of the muscular arm that wraps around your waist. you can feel the warmth of the limbs that tangle with yours. there's a sweater that's placed on you that has the same scent as the sheets do. your legs feel heavy and weak, practically numb. your hands itch to lift up the heavy weight placed on you, but you find yourself lost in a heavy head. "jungkook?" your throat feels dry. a soft hum replies back to you, "water please?" you feel the mattress move and disappearing footsteps until they're back on your side of the room. "here baby, sit up," his voice is hushed, blending in with the cars that pass by outside in the streets. jungkook's hand doesn't let go of the cup, and instead, watches you drowsily drink it as he lifts it up for you. a gentle smile on his face as he sees you finish the last drop and immediately dig yourself back to sleep. he stands there for a while, smug looking on his face knowing he's won. it's the call he's made as he headed back home, informing the station that you're fired and without a single question, you're unemployed. you don't know this yet, but you will and you'll accept it because you don't belong there with such a pretty face. you'll get hurt and jungkook doesn't know what he'll do if that happens. it's best if it happens this way than another way, like sending in such a nasty video of you. you'll realize that being chief jungkook's girlfriend and then wife, is perfect for you. you'll be able to be right next to the position you've always wanted. especially, with the unopened pregnancy test he's seen carefully hidden in your bathroom. avoiding what could possibly be the truth. he doesn’t know what the near future holds, but jungkook knows you’ll be in his and he’ll be in yours. it's with that in mind, that he falls asleep holding you in his grasp.

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luv-gukkie · 2 months ago

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Luv-gukkie?!?!? Back and better than ever?!?! Omg hi lovely I missed u <33 hope ur doing good

hiiiii, yassss!!! aww tyyy 🫶🫶 i’m back and im ready to release sum works 👀

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luv-gukkie · 2 months ago

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hi i don’t know if you are aware but there is someone on wattpad using your stories with the username lonely_darling

LMAOO this is me dwww!!

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luv-gukkie · 2 months ago

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★ more than anything ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: it's clear to jungkook that you desperately want a higher rank, but he's not gonna make that happen, no matter the amount of nights you spend with him.

word count: +4.6k

notes: i might change the ending later on bc im not so sure about it rn, but happy late thanksgiving!! sorry i’ve been gone for so long :(

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luv-gukkie · 2 months ago

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hiii!! happy late thanksgiving, thank you for everythingggg 🫶🫶 as a thank you, i have a jungkook fic coming out today at 2 pm!! hope you enjoy it ✨

#bts yandere #yandere bts #bts smut #yandere #tw yandere #jungkook recommended fics #yandere dad #jungkook x you #jeongguk #bts jungguk #jungkook smut

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luv-gukkie · 8 months ago

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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luv-gukkie · 9 months ago

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★j𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe you’re just trying to survive.

word count: +2.1k

tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a ‘bit’ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey

notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if it’s confusing!

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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.

but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.

the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?

it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.

the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?

are you still alive?

it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?' You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner — you learned his name was Yoongi — left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.

you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.

but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.

the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.

as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.

everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked. there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.

you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.

you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."

yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.

he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."

Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."

He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.

the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.

And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.

All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."

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luv-gukkie · 9 months ago

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★ little, naive thing ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: a small cuddle takes jungkook back down memory lane; a time where he could only admire your pretty-self from afar with a burning need to make you his, an idea your little boyfriend wasn’t so fond of.

word count: +4.8k

tags/warnings: cockwarming, boobie kisses, dom! jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook worships reader, he switches up real fast, size difference, smooches here and there, jungkook manhandles reader, he's possessive, degrading comments, public sex? (don't worry? no one catches them), jungkook gets into a fight, he hurts himself, manipulation, jk lies, talk about marriage ;), degrading comments, jungkook gets a tattoo of..., unprotected sex (don't be silly), reader was his first (for EVERYTHING), he's in love LOVE

notes: hope you enjoy it! i’ll try to post the small writing about yoongi soon :)

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"no, no, no, no!" jungkook yells with a small smile as his hands covered his face, acting as if he was sad. you sing out a little chant, sticking your tongue out at him. he can't help but hide his laugh at your taunts and the small dance you do behind his hands. you're so cute, jungkook thinks as he stares at you through the gap between his fingers. the playback of your pink character, cat peach, flashes through the television screen as it shows her first through the finish line seconds before tanooki mario, jungkook's character, crosses through it as well. he groans in pain, "i was so close." he can't believe how good you've gotten at mario kart 8. it's unbelievable how fast you've learned. "wanna know my secret?" you whisper softly as if there were people around you; even though both of you are alone in your shared apartment, with the only witnesses being bam, the big and strong doberman, and cinnabon, your cute, tiny bunny. the pair lay together (similar to jungkook and you) on bam's huge bed, cuddled into each other, hiding behind their floppy ears. with the same mischievous tone, jungkook whispers back, "i have to know." you smile before leaning in closer to his ear and before he knows it, he's backing away, tricked and played. jungkook covers his ear, recovering from your surprise shriek. you giggle at his reaction before going in to leave kisses on his face all around. "sorry", you giggle as he "tries" to get away from you, but it's impossible because you two sit together squished on a bean bag.

as he sees you laugh, memories with you flash through his mind. it takes him back to the start of his love to you; all the way in high school.

jungkook has never been social to begin with. he's always been a little timid and shy compared to others, but it didn't meant he couldn't experience the same things others his age were experiencing. puberty had hit him hard. jungkook had grown too fast over the heat of summer. his voice was no longer of a teenage boy, but one of a grown man. the change into manhood had girls confessing their admiration to him left and right, but he's never been too interested in starting a relationship in the first place. it's not until he landed his eyes onto dainty, little you.

jungkook remembers it was the first day of sophomore year, the summer had tanned him a bit from being a life guard at the public pool and he had grown his muscles. jungkook's eyes wandered around the new classroom, recognizing everyone's faces, but stammering at an almost unrecognizable face. the reddish lipgloss you wear shines on your plump lips, a slight blush on your cheeks and your eyelashes have darkened with mascara. it's clear that he's not the only one who's changed over the summer. your hair is styled perfectly with a nice hairstyle that makes it even cuter. but it's the glimmer in your eyes that attract him the most especially with that faint, flirtatious smile you put on as you smile at the boy who holds your hand. the realization hits jungkook, why the fuck are you holding that boy's hands? that boy probably didn't even know you existed last year so why were you giving him such a lovely look? he thinks he's been staring too long when the guy turns around to glare at him and sticks his middle finger out when you turn around to talk to your friend.

shit.

it would've been a whatever to jungkook, but now, he keeps seeing you everywhere since he's noticed you. and it's not fair that your fucking boyfriend follows you everywhere you go, always in your shadow and never not. and it's like your boyfriend feels notices the glances he throws at you and sends him nasty glares whenever he gets the chance. jungkook fucking hates his ass. hates how he's gotten obsessive over you when he barely knows you; when you don't even know him. he doesn't like the feeling really, but he can't ignore it either so he does everything he can to get the little lovebirds to separate for his sake. eventually a small little rumor breaks things apart and he can't help the little smile that breaks free when the gossip he started reaches his ears. its times like this when jungkook is thankful to the loudmouths his classmates have. and it's like the heavens heard of his prayers when in no time, he had you in his grasp for life.

you don't even find out about jungkook being hurt until your lunch time. the whispers of jungkook's name are loud and seem true enough that you dash out when you hear a short version of the story. you're over the top worried for jungkook. your heart hurts, your eyes are blurring up and sweat is building up on your forehead as you get nearer to the nurse's office. when you find him sitting with a bandages across his arms and hand, fists bloodied and his nose still slightly dripping with blood. and even as the dark bruises are hurting him, red running down his nose and his arms onto the once white bandages, he runs to you with a call of your name and a helpless expression on his face. you let out a painful sob at his delicate form, "jungkookie, this is all my fault. i'm so sorry, you shouldn't be like this." jungkook doesn't deny your claims, tearing into your neck as his arms hug your waist in a tight embrace. you promise to take care of him and you do by spending every single second next to him, making sure he's not hurting. not noticing the sly smile he had on each time you turned around because of how his dumb little girlfriend didn't realize the blood on him wasn't his, but of your ex-boyfriend.

you ignore your ex. can't stand thinking about that stupid idiot, much less seeing him so you make a clear decision to avoid him or anything that has to do with him. sharing your decision with your friends so that they don't even speak of his existence. your blood boils at the fact that he dared to throw insults and then hurt jungkook, provoking you further. unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend was stuck spending his time in the hospital. so it comes to your surprise when you do see him, his arm is in a cast along with his nose covered in white with bruises surrounding it. he's practically limping with each step he takes. when you two make eye contact, your eyes fidget to your phone to tried to avoid him. ignorance that's made harder when he decides to call after you. you're firm as you continue walking but turn around soon after, when you hear the crutches hitting the floor behind each step you take. he whispers about how you should leave jungkook; that there's something wrong with him. but the annoyed look you give him tells him you won't. "leave me alone," is the only thing you utter and before you know it, he's taking your hand as your about to leave and leaning in closer. "___, he's fucking crazy." the terrified look in his eyes is more than enough to scare you, but you're distracted when your eyes spot jungkook's pained ones.

you don’t hesitate to run after jungkook, leaving your ex behind in a hopeless state. you're not able to catch up, but following the sound of his footsteps is good enough to lead you to the back of the school. "jungkook?" you shout for him, wondering where he was. "why are you fucking talking to him?" his harsh tone has you in a ruined state in no time. jungkook has never talked to you in such a way, your mind tells you it's all your fault he's like this. you go to hug him, but all he does is move back and you notice that the tears in his eyes are gone.

jungkook doesn't like what he saw at all. all your words are nothing to him right now; all he feels is anger and jealousy in him. "talking to that piece of shit after he talked bad about you, after he fucking attacked me." he gulps before continuing with a lower tone, "baby, is there absolutely nothing in that pretty little head of yours? you let him hold your hand even after everything. you let him touch what doesn't belong to him." you're crying at this point, telling jungkook that it meant nothing and you only have eyes for him. it's in that moment a light bulb goes on in his head; he's got you right where he wants you. "prove it." his demand confuses you, a small "how?" leaves your lips. you follow his gaze before realizing what he wanted. "will you forgive me?" you question, the hope evident in your mellow tone. "of course, baby." you're about to get down on your knees before he stops you, "nuh uh, pretty," his fingers playing around with the necklace he gave you, "it's something else that i want. c'mon you got this, put two and two together." a mocking tone as he talks to you in a childlike manner. it's in that moment that you realize where both of you still are: school. you don't know how the information left your head, but you shake your head at jungkook. "we're still at school kook, anyone could see us and we could get in trouble." you speak softly, hoping he agrees with you. your palms feel sweaty at his request. it's like a switch-up when he stays quiet for a while, different to how he acted minutes ago but you don't notice. you watch as his bandaged hand tugs a couple of hairs behind your ear.

jungkook wipes his nose with the same bandaged fist that's covered in blood and his bangs slightly reveal the dark purple bruise on his forehead. "please." he begs with a soft voice and with his pretty eyes, you're convinced enough. you just can't deny him, especially after he fought for you; because of you. jungkook got hurt to protect you from that idiot you once called your boyfriend, and you can't help but blame yourself for it. jungkook ruined his reputation for a stupid fight. it's all your fault, so you let him get closer to you. you let him back you up into the hidden corner outside of the school. you wrap your small hands around his neck and let him kiss you. jungkook pushes you into him, his tongue is quick to explore your own. his saliva drips onto your lips and leaves it all messy. his fingers go to unbutton your white button shirt, undoing the blue collar. "you're so pretty, ___." he whines as he licks up your neck in a hurry and sucks it with need until pinkish skin is shown and teeth marks are left. it doesn't help him that the school uniform looks so good on you. the thigh high blue socks the schools requires only feeds on to his desires. and to top it off, you have to wear a blue (mini-looking) skirt with the basically transparent button shirt. and he can't forget the little decorations that you add on, which only fuels his fantasy to have you under him. a little red bow you add on to your hair and the jewelry you add on to your wrist and neck. especially the one that's wrapped around your neck, a sparkling j in the center.

a clear memory goes through jungkook when he raises the skirt he loves on you because it's not the first time he's gotten a peak at what you hide under that skirt; he's seen it multiple times, even before you two started going out but you don't have to know that. he knows he shouldn't have looked, but you wouldn't have minded. would you? either way, he couldn't help it. jungkook's eyes wandered when he was around you. he would ignore the arm that wrapped around your waist (the douche bag you called your boyfriend) and stare hard as fantasies played in his head. he loves the way your tits are so tight in that stupid shirt. he knows he's a pervert for gawking so hard at your ass when you walk pass him, or sometimes taking a peek at what hides underneath. but, he also wished that it was him that was hugging you and kissing you. it would be his dream come true. and maybe, it was just his luck when he saw your panties as you tripped on some rubbish on the ground. thinking that no one was around, you stayed on the ground for a while; whimpering in pain, knees scraped and legs apart, giving jungkook the perfect view of your covered pussy. you didn't wear shorts underneath your skirt, it's like you wanted him to see you in such an intimate way. he swore he felt drool falling out of the corners of his mouth at the sight. he couldn't stop staring (and definitely couldn't forget) at how your body was spread apart on the ground. jungkook doesn't remember how long he stood there before coming to help you, meanwhile trying to hide the hard-on that was growing in frustration. jungkook definitely had luck on his side that day, because soon after, both of you would start to hang out more. it was enough time to indulge your mind and heart.

when you both started dating, you both sat next to each other in almost all your classes. you let his hands play with the trim of your skirt and caress your upper thigh whenever he wanted. ignoring how each time his fingers inched closer to your panties. you were so nice to him. whenever you bent over the slightest, your skirt was basically hanging off your hips, revealing your cute little panties. and now he gets to see them all over again. "shit," he groans at the ache in his cock. you were so enticing with your white panties and the little bow right on the center that he'll never get tired of. but jungkook's too desperate, so he is quick to tug down the flimsy material. quickly choosing to hide it away in his pockets. breath stuttering at your bare, wet cunt. "___, you're so fucking pretty." his finger slides against your slit, immediately getting soaked. his thumb is quick to follow towards your clit, pinching and teasing it until he hears you start to whimper. he turns to you around to place a messy kiss on your lips, tongue dipping in to touch your own as he takes off his pants desperately. his cock is bulging and has left a mess in his boxers, but he pushes it down.

a sigh leaves his lips when his cock stands straight, hitting his abdomen. you don't even get a look before he turns you again and bends you against the brick wall. you feel your heart pound in your chest. "kookie, anyone could find us," you stutter out, a small glob escaping your gaping hole. 'cute', is all he thinks before pressing his hot cock head against your cunt. "shit baby, i have to bend my knees to reach you," he snickers out loud. he can't help the grin that escapes him out of the realization; you're so small compared to him. his shadow completely covers you under him, his hands are huge compared to yours and he can carry you like you're nothing. he's about to press in when you ask if he has a condom. it makes jungkook remember his trip to the pharmacy days before, staring at the pack of condoms he was going to take as he left the store. it brings back the sick pleasure he had then, the need to fuck you raw and full of him. he stands back to his full stature as he softly whispers an apology that he didn't have a single one. he feels slightly angered at the silence you give him, but you wouldn't know because you face the other way. "s' okay kookie i guess." he taunts you in his head, annoyed that you had him standing with a hard cock like an idiot just to ask him for stupid things.

it's already a painful feeling as he pumps his cock. the slit on his tip has precum dribble out. so in return he chooses not to bend down to your height. his hands grip harder onto your hips, the pressure causing you to fuss and arch your back in response. a shriek of his name and a desperate attempt to hold onto the wall distracts you as he lifts you up to the height of his hips by wrapping one arm around your stomach. his other hand directs his drooling cock head into your pussy. as he forces his dick in, your mouth widens as a silent moan escapes you. the tip of his cock is thick and hot. you can hear him pant heavily, calling you sweet names as he watches with heavy eyes as he keeps pushing in until his hips meet your own and the tip shoves right up against your womb.

you can feel tears in your eyes at the way his fat cock is nestled deep inside your cunt. the veins that run down him are perfect and his length excites you. jungkook curses silently as he sees his cock getting drenched off the globs of your slimy slick. he's speechless on how good your pussy feels, surprised he's not busting a nut so far. all he knows is that he'd get on his knees over and over to get just a look at your cunt. it doesn't help that you're practically hanging off his cock, back bending so beautifully to reach him, while your tits are begging to spill out your half-opened shirt. it makes him smug knowing that you could fall if he simply let go of your hips. your legs are dangling mid-air as he fucks you deep and slow for the couple first thrusts before completely switching into a different pace. he feels heavy inside your cunt. all you can think about is him, each time jungkook rams his cock head directly into your sweet spot.

your tiny mouth lets out the dirtiest sultry noises he's ever heard. you sob about how his cock is too big. "kookie," you wail as his cock easily pokes and pushes against your sweet spot and cervix at the same time. you feel the heat from his angry tip that oozes out more chunks of precum, reminding you that he isn't wearing a condom. but you're left dumb with your eyes rolled back when his fingers tease your bud in a hurried pace. jungkook feels your walls squeeze tight on him and it causes a throaty groan to leave his lips. "wet my cock, my pretty baby" he mutters. you shake as jungkook continues stretching your pussy hole out. and with an airless moan, you squirt your juices on his abdomen and the base of his cock. his eyes fill with curiosity at the wetness he feels leak all down his cock and thighs. "s-so perfect for me. little hole gonna be gaping when i leave it. gonna stuff you full of me, isn't that want you want? my little dumb girlfriend wants me to fill her with my cum." jungkook can't help but moan at how your pussy swallows him whole, accepting every inch of him in your hot walls even if he's bigger than you can handle. "gonna be my cock sleeve, perfect for it. wet, little cunt s' clenching around me like a bitch in heat."

he feels the heat crawl up to his face, and it doesn't help that the sweat on his forehead makes his hair stick to his face. he smells your perfume as it begins to stick on him and he fucking loves it. loves that he can grab a full fist of your hair and the only thing you'll do is cry out his name and wet his cock over and over as he goes faster. jungkook leans down to place sloppy kisses down your back, nearing your ear to whisper dirty words that have your cunt clenching tighter around him. the moans you let loose are loud and messy, forgetting your still in school. "people should see how good my baby takes cock, can't compare with no one else, right?" a question you don't answer, or can barely make out with how loud your ass smacks against him. "pussy so filthy and tight, ready to take my cock at anytime and anywhere." you're about to release all over again when jungkook stops to slowly pull back his hips. you whine in frustration, but soon forget when he drags his cock back into your cunt, making sure you feel each vein and curve.

the breathy whines you let out almost drown out the lewd squelches of the bottom of his shaft meeting your bare pussy. jungkook can't hold back the huff, "oh, fuck yes. cute cunt leaking just for me, sucking me right back in," his jaw clenches at how wet you are. each time he sank further, his pace began to pick up with an impatient desire to fuck you harder. "my good girlfriend, s' pretty when she's desperate for cock, my cock." he says mockingly.

"i'm gonna cum," you gasp out with each word. jungkook's fingers make their way to your lips, passing them to reach your tongue. "me too," is all he says before pulling out once more to turn you around and place you right back on his cock. "you look s' fucked out, baby," he whispers with a smug smile on his face, "pussy gonna be nice and stuffed with my cum, yeah?" he's quick to connect your lips together as you squirt from the overstimulation, hiding his desperate groans. you feel his cock spill warm loads of his cum inside you. small curses coming out of his mouth as he continues to runt against you, slobs of cum still leaking into you. you moan at the globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the ground. his voice is soft when he talks to you and carefully holds you onto him. "you're so good to me; my good girlfriend, yeah?" he ignores the way you trace his dark bruises and brushes your hair out. he'll never let that stupid fuck get close to you again. it's not that he's scared of him, but rather of what nonsense he's gonna say. it's best if you don't know that jungkook started the fight, that he went home and hurt himself to make the bruises etched into his skin; smacking his head against the wall until he bled and couldn't think of anything but you and slammed one of his dad's metal tools against his hands to have you next to him, cause jungkook would really do anything for you.

"jungkook, what are you thinking about?" your voice breaks him out of train of thought, "about us." he responds without hesitation, because really, when is he not. his hands rub your waist, slowly taking you onto his lap. you smile at him and it's like he's in love all over again with you. and he hopes you feel the same as he takes his left hand into yours, "i want us to be together forever, ___." you watch the way his doe eyes show you all the love he has for you. you're lucky you've always had jungkook be this affectionate. he's always willing to take you out to a restaurant on late nights, picnics almost every week during the summer, and it's always refreshing to be with him. never once has he failed you, so you can't help the heart-warming feeling in you right now, watching a smile break through his face when you agree with him. "i've loved you from the very start, and i can't wait until we start a new chapter together," he pauses for a while, holding you tighter against his chest, "and you know that i've always wanted to put a ring on your finger, and if you're ready, i'll be more than happy to give you any ring you want." your lips find their way to his as you kiss him with everything you have, "i love you jungkook."

he doesn't even have a chance to respond before you're kissing him again, because you know that he does love you. it's in his eyes; his smile; in everything he does. you're shown love through every gesture he does, like the tattoo he surprised you with last week. big, pretty letters that are deeply inked into the skin of his chest for eternity. these pretty letters that make your name and are surrounded by the soft-feathered wings of beautiful angels. his tattooed hands dig into your hips, angling you on top of his hardened cock. his hand grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks and lips as you move your loose shorts to the side. with a harsh tug, jungkook's sweatpants end up at his knees. there's a big pearl of precum on his head, slightly leaking down his base. at the sight, you feel your cunt pulse. jungkook's hands massage your ass as he makes his way back up to unclip your bra. jungkook pumps his cock with your hands, cooing at how small they are. he pushes himself inside your swollen cunt, and it's hard to control himself when your tiny cunt violently clamps around his thick base, taking all of him in. you're moaning desperately into his ear distracting him from your painted nails leaving deep red marks on his abdomen. his lips wrap themselves around you tits, leaving trails of saliva behind before kissing the spots.

"faster, kookie," you cry out as you feel your orgasm at the pit of your stomach. your ass repeatedly meets his pelvis with a burning pain. you're begging for release when his thumb plays with your nub and his mouth is sucking your tits. "little hole dripping all around me, ain't that right baby," a shaky gasp he lets out while his cock makes you reach your high. tears roll down your cheeks at the overstimulation when he grinds himself into your sopping cunt. "gonna make a mess in this pussy," he groans before shoving his warm load deep inside your sore cunt. a little gasp escapes your mouth at how stuffed your tummy is.

just as your hands begin to slide off his shoulders, ready to fix yourself up, jungkook pulls you in close enough that your chest is touching his. you can't even speak when he begins to softly pound into your spent pussy which has you whimpering. there's a cocky grin on his face that you want to wipe off, but it's hard when your oversensitivity makes you weak. with a faint call of his name, jungkook finally halts his sensual motions with a replaced giddy smile, "i love having you in my arms."

as the minutes past, he takes note of your sleepy head dozing off into his neck. jungkook envelopes you into a cozy cuddle as he watches the blarring tv whilst his racing mind drags on with repeated memories of the past; haunting reminders that should never be brought up. he digs his head into your hair, fingers gently kneading into your scalp making his beating heart calm its pace. everything he's done was for you. the thing is jungkook can't limit himself when he's around you. it's a suffocating feeling that indulges every ounce of his body. it fills him with a need to protect you, and it makes him go mad in the head sometimes. it causes him to commit foolish acts of violence against those who he thinks have a role in your life. though, he's gotten better with the persistent idea of becoming a better man for you; a better future husband; a better future father. jungkook's lips turn up at the ends at the sleepy noises you make. "i love you."

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luv-gukkie · 9 months ago

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new jk fic should be up by tomorrow morning!! hope ya like it ;)

p.s. the yoongi fic will be out the day after!

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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I beg for a scary yandere jk

ooooo guys i need ideas, requests, anything send them in 🤍

(for any member too)

#bts yandere #yandere bts #bts smut #yandere #tw yandere #bts #bangtan #bts taehyung #bts fanfic #yandere x reader #jeongguk

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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The new aesthetiiiiiic I'm in loooove

thankkk youuu :>>> it makes me so happy because i didn’t think nobody would notice 😭

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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★ 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 ★

pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: yoongi just can’t seem to get enough at the way you look at him; he really loves it, even if it’s a mix of fear and hatred.

word count: +4.5k

tags/warnings: ᑲᥙᥣᥣᥡіᥒg, non-con, ᥡ᥆ᥙᥒg ⍴rᥱgᥒᥲᥒᥴᥡ, sᥕᥱᥲrіᥒg, ᥲᑲ᥆r𝗍і᥆ᥒ mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒᥱძ, reader is scared to disappoint parents, wealthy!yoongi, he’s brutally mean (which is not cool), sub! reader, dom! yoongi, blackmail, mentions of bribing/corruption in a school & police, he lowkey sadistic

notes: another little story is on the works for jungkook and yoongi, unfortunately, i don’t know when i’ll finish though :’)

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Min Yoongi was exploring his ideas, much into thought about what else he could to make you notice him even more. Every time he would torment you, he would be captured by how stunning you looked, and that was just on you wearing one of the uniforms that was required by the school.

Yoongi knew it was something that he shouldn't do to someone he loved. Despite that, he knew it was his only way to place your attention on him. He didn't really mind doing what he did, he had nothing against you. Yoongi just had a huge crush on you. And you would learn in the future of how a 'huge crush' was a complete understatement. Yet, he found it lovely when you would look around the room to see if he was there. He adored that.

You knew about him, as your bully. The guy who over the year spent his time making fun of you, and the worst thing was no one ever stopped him. His actions repeated daily. Maybe because Yoongi was the happiest person alive when you would only place the spotlight on him. Dared the others to say anything. He knew your main focus was on him as soon as you entered the school building until the moment you left. But you weren't! Not one bit of glee in your body when you knew you had five days ahead of you that would make you want to stay home because of a certain boy.

You hated him, you didn't even know what you did wrong to make him center you and torture you throughout your highschool year. But whatever you could have done, you surely regretted it.

He would constantly threaten you. Telling you threats after threats: "listen or else..." However, you began to notice that Yoongi would always repeat the same threat over and over. That if you told anyone about what he was doing, he would treat you more worse. Of course you had been petrified of asking for help from your peers or professors. You didn't want to get on his bad side even more.

But you started believing that he wouldn't even be able to stand close to you after telling an adult, that a restraining order would do the trick. So you were going to tell an adult, the adult that was responsible of the school, and you did. You had informed the principle on your situation with Yoongi and what did they do, nothing. You waited for them to assure you he wouldn't try anything. But they didn't care, and didn't even attempt to do something about the situation. You recalled calling them useless hags the next day, when you had been spotted again by Yoongi. And yet again, at his reach.

There was other options...

You were too afraid to tell your parents. You didn't know why you would be, your parents would assist you, help you overcome the obstacle of Yoongi bullying you. They would take into consideration that you could not be bullied anymore, you had finally build up the courage you needed in order for you to tell them, today. However, at the end of the day your teacher assigned you to clean the classroom after school. Just the day you really needed to go home, to prepare and relax yourself before breaking the news to your parents.

But it didn't go as plan. The teacher had to leave the classroom and told you to do some cleaning, if you wanted extra credit. And who wouldn't want extra credit, you could still have enough time to prepare yourself, plus your parents wouldn't be home until later.

What you didn't know was that Yoongi had been planning to see you after school and to surprise his lovely kitten.

Yoongi took it far, very far.

You had been cleaning up the classroom muttering some curses to your teacher when you heard the door 'bang' as it shut close. You slightly jumped at the sudden unexpected noise. Quickly turning around, you saw Yoongi, in a harsh tone you told him that the teacher was around, and if he did anything they would definitely find out. You began to pour out profanities at him, making sure to make him understand how much hate you had for him. Shouting across the room that the outcome of anything he did, would surely result in punishment.

Yoongi couldn't hold back, a smile became visible on his lips. He spoke calmly, "I have enough money from my parents to keep the school quiet. Nobody cares of your well being, the staff was easily bribed, they even accepted the first offer I had given."

You cursed at him: "fuck you." Adding that you would tell your parents and that they would take it to the police, he grinned. Your mind was racing with thoughts of how to get out of the situation, out of the classroom.

Yoongi slowly made his way to you, hoping that you would just accept the fact that you were stuck with him. But you sure were stubborn. He had been so close to having you, to only to have you run towards the other side.

You were trying your best not to get stuck between him and the walls. To approach the door.

It was a game of cat and mouse between the both of you. You were the little mouse struggling to free yourself from the claws of the wicked cat.

Finally, Yoongi gave up on being so gentle on you. He had to admit, it was cute: how you tried your very best to avoid him, at all cost. It left him with one choice, his only decision was to tackle you, so he did.

Yoongi did what he had to do.

And so did you. You definitely weren't going to let him take advantage of you. You punched him, managing to get out of his aggressive grip, only for him to yell at you with a harsh tone to come back.

Yoongi and you both knew the truth, you weren't considering to ever come back to him. You were choosing your freedom, still, even if it came with the slight prospect of getting caught by him.

Running out the door with all the desperation you had; the desire to get the hell out of the school, more importantly away from any place that Yoongi was. You raced to find anyone, your mind and heart racing: Where are all the clubs today? They were always here or the staff? Anyone?

There was still that expectation in you, that you were going to get away Yoongi. "There!" You happily annoyed, you had spotted the teacher that told you to clean the classroom, you told her everything about Yoongi in a nutshell, explaining that Yoongi was still trying to do something to you.

Something that you didn't want at all, anticipating for her to hold you and to never let go, until you were safe and sound. And at the end of the day, Yoongi would be expelled from the school, the only way to make him disappear from your life.

To never see or hear about him again.

"Found you!" a voice said from behind. You recognized it right away, of course you did, the only male that called you by that nickname. The same male that had just attacked you.

You quickly stared at the teacher, assuming she would pull you behind her and shield you from Yoongi. You indicated her to do something, gesturing your hands to her.

The tears of anxiety started rolling down your checks, you held back the choked sobs that were daring to come out any second.

She just gazed at you. You waited for her to say something. Anything. You just wanted her to aid you by fleeing you from your situation. Despite what you saw in her eyes: the condolence and remorse. What she said was unexpected, her intense gaze fell to the floor, she whispered to him, "Take her quickly because it's making me feel pity."

That was it, that was enough to break you into pieces.

Your heart ached, your emotions mixed together. You felt completely confused and fearful, the realization had hit you with an unpleasant brunt.

It was always about the money. The wealth.

The teachers followed what the student said, in this case, Yoongi was the student with money all around him, the heir to his family's businesses. Everyone listened to the commands of the rich kid—- the spoiled brat.

They were willing to turn a blind eye for Yoongi's 'ugly' demands.

You were lost in everything, mind racing with assumptions. Your eyes no longer had that gleam of hope in them, that optimism. It was long gone, no one is ever going to help you, neither are they going punish Yoongi for his actions.

Ever.

It was you against Yoongi's power, and that easily managed to get people on his side. You were certain that bribes were flooding the school, the lies that were kept in the dirt for specific reasons. Teachers ignoring stunts, like the ones Yoongi pulled on you, for their very own convenience.

You had completely forgotten of what he had told you earlier, how he had manage to keep the whole staff silent because of how he contributed to the school daily, with of course, the power and wealth he had from his family. You wished that you could've remembered, you would have made no excuse to stop running for the support from a teacher that was on his side, helping him. You should've just ran until you were out of the school, and out of his sight.

That would have definitely guaranteed your safety. Now it was just dissolved. Yoongi grabbed your sides, motioning that he was going to pick you up.

One more. Once more. One chance.

You fought against him, using all the strength that you had left. Begging the teacher to assist you, but you heard her heels click farther and farther away. Till there was nothing to hear, just his footsteps as he carried you away, back into the same direction.

Yoongi brought you to the same classroom that you had just been in. Where it all started. It was ironic that the classroom you were in had been the only class you didn't have Yoongi in. The class that made you feel secure and so sure of yourself.

Now, all you felt was horrified of what was going to become of you.

The room diffused with cries and yearns for someone to get Yoongi off you. You attempted pushing him off, but you were weak, you had used all your stability earlier. You just had to accept it. Yoongi spent that time responding back by muttering that you should 'shut the fuck up' or 'stop moving around'. It was getting on his nerves, he was an impatient man. Especially when it came to you, and dealing with your tantrum, when all he wanted was to fill you with cum.

And with his offspring.

That single thought had fractured any patience he had left. Yoongi couldn't hold it in; his hand straightened in the air as it fell down on your check with a great force. A red-hand mark was in-printed on your face. He slapped you, the action left you trembling. You were breaking down, bawling out completely, you closed your eyes lids shut.

Yoongi felt guilty, he didn't want to take these measures, like hurting you into giving him what he wanted. Exactly to how he just had. But he wanted and needed you at that moment. It was time that you learn his true intentions towards you.

Yoongi grabbed his belt and wrapped it around your hands. He sat on your legs, stopping any movement that you were doing that meant you could have a chance of escaping.

Yoongi saw his reflection on your eyes that were gleaming because of the tears that were pouring out. He had you in his arms. After every "little" debate you two had throughout the year, there you were, under him and ready for him to fuck with. Without no regrets of what he was doing. He giggled, "I've finally got you!"

In an instant your shirt was being unbuttoned by Yoongi, you wished you could swipe his disgusting smirk off his face. Was he really going to do it?

"Stay quiet, it'll be over soon."

Your shirt was grabbed roughly and thrown at a desk, it was exactly your desk. You could see your backpack, it was neatly placed on the corner of the desk, the complete opposite of how you were.

Your hair was messy, your tear-streaked face was slightly red as the batches of tears poured out, the room was overflowing with yelps that emerged from you and constant snickers from Yoongi.

Your legs were on either side of Yoongi, his body separated them so that you couldn't close them shut at all. Then you felt the slight tug at your bra, he unclasped it, and your breasts were let loose for his eyes to devour.

And soon his mouth did too.

His thumbs played with one nipple by pulling it and flicking it, while his tongue licked the other. Yoongi had managed to make you let out a slight whine, it was something you weren't used to at all therefore feeling it for the first time had made it difficult to hold back sounds.

You paid attention to the undergarment that laid on the floor as Yoongi's shirt landed right on top of your bra. His hand snuck into your skirt, "I love your little skirt", his fingers raced against the hem of skirt and soon enough his fingers were rubbing your inner thighs.

His hands were cold and it made you shiver, especially when he was taking your panties off, sliding the material off you on to your ankles and then it was finally off. Yoongi gawked at they thing he desired for a long time, there it was, right in front of him, your pussy.

Yoongi's nose came into contact with your slit, giving it a long lick as he felt the sticky essence from your pussy get on his tongue. One of his hand squished your left breast, his other hand's digits caressed your cunt. In one motion your cunt sucked his fingers in, "Look at you sucking in my fingers", you squeaked at the sudden entrance. Repeated moans left your lips as Yoongi continued ramming his digits into you, he was enjoying every second of the view.

Your head was thrown back, eyes rolled back, your mouth wide opened to release your delightful moans of his fingers plunging themselves into you, your hands gripping onto the belt he trapped your hands in, and the sounds that came where his fingers met your pussy.

And before you could cum, his digits stopped moving and removed themselves. You were groaning at the fact that you felt a tense pain that wouldn't be let loose. You had been too into focus on the release that you failed to notice Yoongi pulling off his uniform, his fingers still wet because of your cunt, leaving marks on his clothes but he didn't mind. All he cared and was anticipating to do was plunge himself deep into your cunt.

To see you moaning, whining, and panting under him, and because of him and his cock. Yoongi would love to see what his mind was visualizing, and he was going to have it. Yoongi sure was spoiled, to have you laid on the floor, your pussy practically begging him to fuck you even though you didn't dare to utter a word.

Yoongi's cock was free as his last pair of clothing was out of the way. His hands spread your legs wider to see your little pussy sulking for his cock to enter you. His hands lifted themselves off yours inner thighs and onto your bosoms. Yoongi pressed them together and held them as he lowered his head to spectate where the two of you would connect.

Yoongi's flushed tip pressing against your folds, he moved his warm head up and down, spreading your wetness on your cunt, he hoped that it would assist in pushing himself in. "I'm bigger than average s-so", he mentioned, wedging his head into your cunt. A low moan slipped out of his mouth, his eyes rested on your expression, which was a painful one. Yoongi felt more blood rush to his cock, he pushed himself forcefully into your crimson walls, "Gosh you're such a turn on!" He groaned out.

A scream ran out of your parted lips and a following cry as well. You were in discomfort, afflicted by the feeling of something inside you, parting your walls apart. All Yoongi could do was be patient and hold back until you got used to his cock filling you up.

Yoongi stayed still, glancing at your stomach which you made you curiosity spark to see what he was so focused on. It was a bulge that showed that his cock was inside of you, it could be seen easily spotted. Yoongi hand reached out, patted the spot, and then pressed down on it. You felt an ache, and shows it by the wailing and the shedding of tears, you had started to get used to it but it still distressed your walls.

A few groans or 'fucks' escaped as he started jamming his cock harder, you still weeped. However, Yoongi had hit a perfect area that resulted in you letting out a loud whimper in return. He pounded into you with his all his force, your back arched in response. The sounds and smell had pervaded the room, your moans and whines or Yoongi's grunts and low whimpers could be heard.

The pace had gotten sloppier as Yoongi was close, you on the other hand, had already cummed on his cock. All you were waiting for now was for him to finish. His cock twitching before your walls were tainted with his cum, and you milked his dick again.

Yoongi thrusted a few more times, he made sure that you weren't on anything and that his sperm was spread throughout your insides enough for it to flourish into something.

He pulled out and pumped his cock a few times before slipping his fingers in your cunt, making sure his cum wouldn't be wasted and would be well kept in your pussy. He chose to ignore the small puddle of blood on the floor, grabbing a tissue in his backpack and cleaning it up, making sure you couldn't catch the crimson red that stained the white tissue. Hiding it in his pocket.

Yoongi was your first. You didn't want to, now here he was fixing you up while you processed everything that rushed throughout your mind. Your cheeks had dried tears on them. The scenes playing over and over in your head. Yoongi had taken your virginity, the boy you hated with your guts.

It wasn't exactly him taking it that frightened you, but the fact that you didn't want it.

"I'll drop you off at your parents, okay." He gripped your hand tightly, trying to gain your attention. You were too silent for his liking, it made him upset. Were you mad at him?

He planned on dropping you off, you had no ride and probably, didn't have the ability to walk home either. And it wasn't something Yoongi would let you do anyways. Yoongi didn't say anything and didn't do anything to you in the car ride. Nonetheless, he gazed from time to time, and if you would have turned to face him, you would have seen the concern in his eyes.

Yoongi was worried for you, he knew it must have been painful for you. He just kept manipulating his mind to believe that he had to do it or he would never be with you. You would never choose to be with him, and he couldn't let that happen.

You didn't tell them, your parents, they weren't even home the moment you arrived. Your mom worked late and your father did too, they tried making so much money, in order for you to live your life and study. Something they couldn't do. So you studied and did your best in everything. From completing every assignment, getting the best grades, and having over 90s in every class. And if you failed, even in the smallest way, you felt like a burden and you were scared of failing them.

So you stayed quiet. However, you forgot to buy something very important, and that mistake would cost you: your future.

You had told the school, they did nothing. So now you felt like no one was going to believe you. Especially since Yoongi had well explained to you that he had plenty of money to keep the whole staff silent, meaning that he had all the money to bribe the police as well.

So the only thing you had left was to keep silent and live on, maybe he won't bother you anymore. He won't follow you, or touch you either. Maybe all along, that's what he wanted. Something to stick his dick in.

Wrong.

Yoongi stayed by your side even more and instead of bullying you, he would only degrade you when didn't listen to him, he wanted you to skip classes to be with him and to keep you away from your classmates. Yoongi switched his seats, he sat next to you in all the classes, whispering to you about gross things, describing things that he wanted to do to you.

A complete nightmare.

On the other hand, you had been sick for days already, throwing up contents from last nights' dinner almost every morning. The only reason that came to mind was the stomach virus that was going around school, thinking that you probably had a weaker defense from sicknesses, so you caught it longer. It was awful.

You noticed that Yoongi had been acting weird around you lately, bringing you stuff, and to proof, bears or little love notes overcrowded your locker, leaving you with predictions that something bad was going to happen.

Soon enough it did.

You were pregnant. With his child.

It didn't make sense to you why you were throwing a whole tantrum, meanwhile he was all cheerful and relaxed, happy to know about this upcoming child. You found out after he specifically told you to take the test in the middle of the night. Yoongi had sneaked into your house, by your room window, after you mentioned you're sickness during the day. Knowing that your parents were a room away, he kept silent, and the first thing you noticed was the pharmacy bag. "You didn't use birth control...did you?" Was the first thing he whispered when both of your eyes met.

A severe panic inflicted inside you, worry that piled onto you: this couldn't be happening. You couldn't be pregnant with Yoongi's child. There was still a slight possibility that it was false.

You believed you weren't, you weren't suppose to get your period until a couple more days. Therefore, you were confident about the negative sign you would face and took the test, now here you are facing the consequences. The two red visible lines showing off the truth, after eight test and multiple pair of dark red lines, it was the same reason you were throwing up in the mornings.

The worst thing was when he told you that the both of you could raise the baby together. However, what angered you the most about his behavior was how calm he was. Especially when he mentioned that you should stop your education, that he could maintain both of you with his money, to become his wife and take care of his children.

What kind of life was that? No, you couldn't, and you wouldn't. You looked for something in your life, a profession that you would love. And that your parents would too. A career that made your parents proud, finishing highschool, heading to college, and later in life, obtaining a great job!

And this child wasn't going to help. Neither was Yoongi.

There was only one solution that came to your mind. You quickly proclaimed 'an abortion', it was the only way that you could actually live the life you wanted. Even as conflicted and horrible you felt for speaking briefly about it, you couldn't help it, you didn't want to have a child at your age.

You were still so young, had so many things left to experience, to do! A life you wanted to take slow and take your time with, every single moment of it, savoring it.

Yoongi observed you at the comment you spurred out. "Tsk- you've got to be kidding me", he studied you, to see if you would apologize, and you didn't. "You're a bitch." Yoongi couldn't believe that you didn't want to carry his child, he would give his everything to have you, but you couldn't do one thing in return for him. It destructed him. "Don't lie."

His words were the usual, and yet it was enough to know that he knew you, probably even better than you knew yourself. Of course you weren't able to do the abortion, but think about it, your future would go down the drain for the life inside of you. There would be not a lot of opportunities, Yoongi had made it clear and set on you being the house wife, no more.

However, the guilt accumulated, now you couldn't even think about the decision. Killing an innocent child, was it something you could do?

"No."

Yoongi held your hands as he blurted out the same word that was in your mind, and if you couldn't do an abortion. The rest of troubles would tumble down on you, like explaining to your parents on how you were gonna give birth to a child in the span of nine months.

——shit——

The small display of affection dispersed, Yoongi's grip compressed on your wrist, forcing your teary red eyes to look at him, meanwhile his own eyes have a glint of amusement in them.

That night was left with you cuddled in Yoongi's embrace, as he whispered 'things' that would make you have brand new batches of tear coat the dried ones on your cheeks, you just wanted to sleep.

In the end, his hand reached to your stomach, patting it carefully, a small peck landed on your forehead. "I love you", he continued telling you how much he loved you and the baby, "and always will." He deliberately tried to manipulate you.

But you knew better, his words were venom to someone's ears. Now you knew better than to fall for his devious schemes.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: since the day you met taehyung, both of you have had a special bond. but with taehyung and your mother’s relationship miserably falling apart, and her leaving you alone, you can’t help but feel as a burden to her. at least, taehyung is there to comfort you in all the ways he can; giving you everything he has to offer and you accepting it all.

word count: +3.9k

tags/warnings: creampie, squirting, breeding kink, french kissing, taehyung neglects his wife's attention, two affairs mentioned, naive reader, underage drinking, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (shame on taehyung:/), parenting sucks, dub-con scene, mentions of tae doing acts on unaware reader, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), reader agrees but doesn't know what she's doing with taehyung :(

notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)

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you cried on your white duvets, trying your best to cover your ears from the loud screams and shouts coming from the downstairs kitchen. they've been going at it for a while now, fighting over things that don't make sense to you. you don't know why they're still together really, because they give no love to each other anymore. anyone can tell. but if you really think about it, their love only lasted for a month before deteriorating to fights everyday. your mom's voice can be heard all over the house as she argues with your stepdad, who once was your favorite art teacher. he helped you after school, perfecting your art into something beautiful. you can hear taehyung yell at her to leave if she wants, that he doesn't need her bitchy attitude in the house and no later, she does leave. but not without a harsh door slam and a few ugly remarks that make your heart feel heavy for him; for the both of them. your hands are quick to wipe your eyes as you hear taehyung come up the stairs in a hurry. "i'm coming in, pretty baby." his hands are on you before you know it, cleaning the tears and snot off your face with soft tissues. he gives a small kiss to your nose and fixes your hair, doing everything to settle your upset-self. when your sniffles quieted down, he gives you a small smile, "wanna paint with me?" he grabs your hands and leads you to the canvas that is supported by a high easel at the corner of your room. he grabs the only high seat in the room and sits on it before you can and pats on his lap, which you know what to do. but before fully sitting on his legs, he makes sure to pull your dress out from underneath you, so your underwear can be on top of his pants. it's practically bunches up on your hips and upper thighs. then, taehyung makes you sit on his lap, something you've grown used to when he's helping you with anything, especially your painting skills. "lets paint..." he waits for an excited answer from you, but there's not a single noise, "how about the teacups from breakfast with me last sunday? the ones you thought were pretty with all the colors?" you nod at his words and get a brush with such little motivation, it's painful for him to see you down just because of that bitch you call your mother. "if you give me a small smile, i'll buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner wherever you want over the weekend," he fingers tickle you and you start squirming around, your teeth finally peeking out, "so what do you say, just us?" he can tell it slightly irks you that your mother never goes out with you two, "it'll be fun, come on~", taehyung turns you around with your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct to not fall. and when you finally nod after his small, little promises, he pecks your nose and lips. "my pretty girl, we'll have so much to do...but let's just keep it between us, we don't want your mom too jealous. yeah?" his nails start tracing your back in tiny circles, each time going lower on the flimsy fabric you call a dress. the other hand cups your neck in his direction to make sure you're just facing him as he leans in closer to you, "c'mon open, ah." taehyung's tongue slowly slips in your mouth once your lips part from each other, and he brings you closer by your lower back. the tip of tongue swirls in circles around yours until you run out of breath. taehyung makes sure you can feel the fabric of his jeans against your cunt; rubbing it harder and harder each time until your pants become clear that they're not just from kisses. your heavy breath makes taehyung grin, "a tiny smooch to make you feel all better; let's forget about that mom of yours, yeah?" the canvas forgotten on its stand, the brush on the floor dripping with white paint as taehyung slips his hands up your inner thighs to carry you to the wall. your arms hang around on his neck and legs grip on to him, scared of landing and bruising yourself on the hard ground. "taehyung, i'm scared i'll fall, can we sit please?" you beg him, but he hushes you with sweet encouragements that he won't ever let you go.

taehyung moves your white cotton panties to the side, sliding his thumb into your puckering hole. your hands clench on his plain t-shirt as you whine at the intrusion and soft caresses at your nub with his other fingers. when you're so close to releasing, he stops his movement and removes his fingers from your cunt, leaving you desperate. you whine his name and it makes him grin in amusement, "do you wanna continue, pretty baby?" he whispers to you, eyes meeting your own with a smug look as you repeat a stutter of, "yes, please tae." he takes his brown, leather belt off with no hurry at all. Even though his cock is hard and ready to be stuffed between your walls. your sobbing in frustration at this point, it makes him grin as he mocks you for it. "___, baby, what are you crying for? are you really crying because you want me to take it off faster? you're so desperate to get fucked like a bitch that you're sobbing for it?" you weep under his taunting gaze and words; the way he tugs you harshly doesn't help either. "want me to bounce you up and down on my cock? have you stuffed with my cum? your mom won't be happy with that, especially if my baby starts growing here, pretty." he mutters with a tiny devious look in his eyes as he pats your lower tummy. taehyung's mushroom tip softly parts your folds apart, nudging into your entrance. "is that what you want? my pretty girl, ugh, want me to fuck you so good that you have my fucking babies?" taehyung has his cute box grin on his face, pleasure in his eyes with all the love he has in his heart, just for you. you can't help but look away, hiding away in his neck because it all feels strange. all the words he says don't add up in your head, his stares make you feel insecure, and the relationship he has with you is weird. but every time you speak a word of it, taehyung doesn't cope well. he yells at your mom, says these awful things to her, and all the stress makes her run away, and it just leaves taehyung and you, alone in the house. it's then and there that he goes up to talk to you and tell you it's normal for you two to show your love to each other. "i just love you so much; i wanna have you to myself." and before you know it, taehyung's hands are all over you, showing his affection towards you. you whimper as his thick head grazes your gummy walls, "t-tae." he plays with your clit while lowering you onto his cock

before you know it, your eyes water all over again when taehyung splits you in half. taehyung's cock head pokes at your cervix in an uncomfortable manner. "t-too big," you mutter under your panted breathes. "it's okay, just a little more; you can do this." you don't even want to look down because you know that there isn't just a little more. taehyung lies about that. your walls clench around his length, attempting to push him out because of the bothersome pain. but it can't, so instead your cunt drips around his dick to make an easy cocksleeve for taehyung. before you know it, you're laying down on your bed, facing your fluffy pillows and teddy bears while your bottom is hanging in the air. your walls are clenching around nothing, your dress bunched at your waist and your comforters are getting wet; you've never felt so open, and it's embarrassing. "tae, i think i wanna sto-" you cry out at his hasty movement. how his hips meet your own; taehyung's balls slapping against your ass cheeks. the extra inches that you couldn't fit once are now past your slick-covered folds. you can feel his throbbing cock ooze out big lumps of pre-cum. taehyung groans as he holds onto your waist for dear life, "fuck, baby, you're wrapping around me so good. can you feel me? i'm inside of you, gonna make you feel happy," he gulps loud as he starts pounding into you, "with my cock. gos-sh, wanna draw you like this." you whine at the discomfort each time he fully thrashes into you. your manicured french nails dig into your pink bunny and you whimper as your walls start pulsating around him, heat climbing up into your cheeks as you get closer to releasing. you weep his name repeatedly as he doesn't stop when you squirt around him. taehyung's dick is sticky from top to bottom with your juices. it clings onto your cunt and the bottom of his dick when taehyung parts away to flip you over. a slimy texture that drenches into your sheets and both of your skins. he brings your pouty lips closer to his face, holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth. "swallow." his saliva coats your entire mouth and throat as you do what he says without question. "it's gone, tae, i promise." he smiles at your small promise, "you're so cute. come here, let me take this off you." the dress that was your last sort of protection was thrown to the floor. taehyung nibbles on your skin and leaves his marks all over you. soon after, he's fucking you raw again. fingers gently tracing hearts all over your back, unlike how mean his bulging head meets your womb. you're moaning his name, eyes rolling back as saliva drips down your chin when his dick twitches. you're sticky with his spit on your neck and tits, globs of his cum spilling inside your cunt, and you're left quivering under him. you can hear the squelching noise of his cock-head separating from your cunt.

taehyung reaches for the bottom drawer of your white nightstand, and picks out a silky pajama set for you; it's the new pajama set he got you as a reward. when he goes to put it on you, you let him do as he pleases. you're sore and tired from weeping for taehyung and his dick. he hides you under your blankets and hugs you from underneath,"i'll stay here with you, my pretty girl. i won't leave you like your mom does." at the mention of your mom, your heart feels heavy and you know taehyung notices this, "i'll always be here for you. i promise." his eyes light up when your arms tighten around him and your head digs into his warm chest. "i love you, taehyung." a grin spreads across his face, "i love you too."

you don't know how to react at the messages on your mom's phone. little love notes sent back and forth from your mom and another man; a man who isn't taehyung. times and places where they would meet up after fights with taehyung, or when she was supposed to be home with you. you can't even read more. you're heartbroken, and you're not even the one who got cheated on. 'how could she do this?' is all that runs throughout your head. how could you tell taehyung this news? if you did, would he leave? would you have to accept another man filling in a father's position? but, what hurts you the most, is that taehyung would break his promise after all. you remember the first time they glanced at each other. after much begging, your mother took you to the small art gallery that was presenting the students' works, including your paintings. you left for a tiny second to see a friend, but when you came back, taehyung had your mother flushed a bright red. a few flirtatious lines and smiles, and your mom was hooked. it all happened fast. before you knew it, taehyung was moving in after three months of dating your mother. your friends teased you for it. the neighbors whispered about it, spreading rumors here and there about your mom. "how desperate can she be..." and "doesn't she have a sense of dignity for herself?" and you had to give them some credit because not even two weeks later, their precious relationship was in ruins.

your mother started disappearing from the house more often, avoiding taehyung and he didn't question anything of it. that's when taehyung began to chat with you more. he desired for you to be comfortable around him, so much that he brought anything you glanced at. you wanted more teddy bears? they'd be piled up on your bed. jewelry? he'd have them hand picked and fitted to your perfect size. and the gifts he would spoil you with. digital cameras, polaroids, canvases, paint brushes, different colors of paint or markers and so many other pretty things that filled your room. taehyung spoiled you like no other father could. even though it made your mom to see you happy, she couldn't help but feel lonely that he didn't spend a single dollar on her. maybe that's why she began talking to her co-worker, who soon became more than just that. it was evident with the way she would hide her phone away, dress up more, perfume stinking the house, and wouldn't spare her time at home. but taehyung didn't seem to question it, so neither would anyone else if he didn't care, including you. he'd be too busy stuck up in his office with a paint brush in his hand as he drew you. another one to add to his collection. countless of drawings, along with plenty of nights in bed with heavy sweat and a straining cock.

your mom is wide-mouth shocked at the gift taehyung hands her, and she's not the only one. you're in complete shock as taehyung chats away so casually about the surprise trip to paris he is giving your mom. "i know we haven't been doing alright," he smiles at her and holds her hands as he continues, "and i feel like i've been too harsh on you, so i want you to take a break from me." his statement making your mom laugh as she stares at the tickets. she gives him a huge hug, "i better start packing then! i'm going to paris!" it'll be her first time in the city of love. " i have to go call my friends." she hugs you tightly, and she's still cheerful at the news as she passes by you. "seeing her happy makes me happy." taehyung says as he sits right beside you, "are you happy for her?" you quickly nod your head, trying to shake off the guilt you have of lying. "how long will she, um, be on this trip?" he pauses for a while, "three weeks? i think. it'll be good for her to relax, and we'll have fun here!"

the car ride is silent, neither taehyung or you are speaking to one another. your mom is probably checking in at the airport while you're heading back home. you hate that she doesn't even glance at you anymore. and it's no secret that someone else is going on the trip with her. you can't handle the pain anymore on whether you should tell taehyung or not. taehyung was the father you never had; when your mom isn't around, he is. He's there to hold your hand, to take care of you, to love you, and to spend time with you. he's everything you could ever ask for, and without him, you wouldn't know what to do. "i'm gonna stop at the store for a while. do you wanna come with me?" you shake your head. you can hear him sigh as he leaves the car, "i'll be right back then. make sure to lock the car." with the locked vehicle giving you a sense of security, you fall asleep with no trouble.

you wake up to the smell of something strong in the air. you're on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. taehyung must've carried you from the car to here. when you walk into the kitchen, you see a bunch of glasses piling around filled with some type of drink. "i wanted to try something. can you taste them for me?" there are so many different colors with little fruits on top of some them. before you know it, you feel giddy either your cheeks pink and giggling at everything. it's a bit dizzy here and there, but the sweet drinks continue to go down your throat. you're sitting on taehyung's lap with your manicured nails securing themselves on his shoulder. one of his hands are grabbing on to your waist and the other has a grip on your ass with his nails digging in softly; taehyung is just making sure you don't fall off him. you don't mind that taehyung takes your top off because taehyung's only doing what's best for you. he snickers at your drunken state, "baby, you're too cute. you can't even handle a drop." he starts to grind you on top of his growing bulge. your pussy easily wetting your panties and his pants. taehyung is grateful to your mom for always making you wear skirts growing up because if not, he wouldn't be able to catch a sight of your pussy smushed against your ivory panties.

with your whines getting louder, taehyung knows your getting close. so, he quickly tugs his sweatpants down in one go and then lets his fingers trace up your thigh before he slides your panties to the side. "you're my pretty baby, you know that right? i'll always be here for you, __." he gulps before stuffing himself inside you. you can feel the veins on his dick as your walls struggle to take all of him. taehyung can tell you're such a daze; in a completely other world with the alcohol you drank. but he can also feel the way your pussy gushes around the base of his cock. your body presses up against his bare chest as your back arches. taehyung licks up your chest until he reaches the necklace your mom and him brought you for your birthday, and he sucks it in his mouth. his thick cock throbbing inside your heat. nights ending with a sticky mess between you, taehyung's warm cum spilling into you while you spewed yours on his abdomen and the base of his dick. "my pretty, i love you so much." his balls pressed up against your cunt as he hugged you to sleep. his fingers softly playing with the ends of your skirt to relax you. "i love you too, tae." small hands bringing him closer to feel his warmth as his cock pressed farther into your cervix. "a lot," you whimpered.

those three weeks, you did whatever taehyung wanted or asked of you. you let him mark you all over; inside and out. you let your whole being depend on him for everything. you let his tongue suck and tease your cunt. you let him leave his cologne on you and your room with his cum bloating your tummy day and night. all because you owned it to him; taehyung took care of you when no one did and loved you like his very own. and you loved him just as much. even as your heart yearned for a mother's love at times, taehyung would be there to soothe you with more gifts and attention. that's how you find yourself playing animal crossing on your very new, oled nintendo with taehyung's hand on your thigh as he drives to pick your mother up from the airport; making sure to have picked the longest route on the navigation app.

taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're not gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.

"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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this was just so good :}🌷🌷🌷

— companionship ღ

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: jimin says hi <3, allusions to kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, threats of murder (not towards the reader), corruption, a tiny bit of voyeurism (?), jealousy, possessiveness, hinted bdsm, rough sex, spanking, choking, degradation, praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie

How could someone be so cruel?

Frowning, Jimin picked up the crumpled sheet of paper and tried to smoothe it out with his thumbs. He should hang it back up. The weather was dreary, and he really doubted the tape stuck to it would hold with how the wind whistled, tugging at his hair.

The vibration in his pocket distracted him from his thoughts. He reached for his phone, barely glancing at the screen before answering the call.

"Hey," Jungkook greeted, "busy?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I need to get some stuff for Bam and his friend, but my car's still not fixed... Can you give me a ride? I won't be able to carry this shit home."

Jimin snorted.

"What the fuck are all these muscles for, then?"

"For girls to look at, hyung. What else?"

Rolling his eyes, he folded the damaged sheet and slipped it into his coat, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.

"You're so full of shit. Are you planning to buy the entire store?"

Either way, he was already fiddling with his keys. Jungkook chuckled on the line, because he knew.

"See you there."

Jimin sighed, hanging up to spare his already rigid fingers from freezing any further.

Jungkook hardly ever had to worry about finances, despite being a full time student. He already had Bam to take care of — and he loved to spoil him with the best food, toys and treats that stores had to offer. Lately, he's been talking about getting a new pet.

He stated that Bam could use a friend while he was stuck in college all day; and while Jimin could see his point, he didn't understand how Jungkook could possibly find the time to do his work, keep his social life in check and take care of two dogs. He's already been going out less, too busy with homework and too tired for their usual clubbing sessions.

It didn't really matter though, Jimin supposed. Jungkook wasn't anything if responsible, and maybe he didn't mind the quiet nights in.

As long as he was happy.

Silence.

It's been three days, and Jungkook wasn't picking up his phone. They were supposed to meet for drinks tonight, unwind. Jimin waited for an hour before he downed another whiskey and left the pub.

They didn't talk every day, but getting completely ignored and stood up? That wasn't usual for Jungkook.

Rather than frustration, it was concern that had Jimin driving up to his house. He has been getting so withdrawn lately. He did mention his assignments were taking a toll on him. Checking if he was okay was probably a good reason to use his emergency key, right?

That was what Jimin decided on anyway when he knocked and there was no answer.

He stepped in through the door uncertainly, scanning the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary. The light was on, too.

"Jungkook?"

No answer.

Was he asleep?

Heaving a sigh, Jimin locked the door and started making his way up the stairs. When he reached the top, however, he paused promptly, a hushed voice reaching his ears.

Jungkook's voice, to be precise.

What the hell was he doing?

Annoyed, Jimin stalked towards his bedroom, the door before him opened no more than a few inches.

His hand almost grabbed the knob; his heart almost stopped.

The rest of his body followed, freezing. Cold spread throughout his ribs, his stomach, the frost webbing his bones.

He suddenly felt the weight of the folded sheet he found, abandoned and forgotten in the pocket of his coat; until this moment. Unconsciously, his fingers twitched, touching it.

There was Jungkook, crouched down on the floor, a leash in his hand, his nose almost brushing the one of his new pet.

His new pet... that looked exactly like the girl on the missing poster Jimin picked up on the street.

He eyed the opened cage he helped Jungkook bring in, the diamond collar around your neck.

He felt sick to his stomach, felt his palms start getting sweaty. The initial shock was slowly fading and alarms were going off inside his head. What the fuck.

"— even understand when I'm talking to you?" Jungkook whispered, his jaw set as he tugged on your leash.

On all fours, like a tamed kitten, Jimin saw your body jerk forward and your lower lip quiver.

"What did I say about talking to Yoongi when he comes down? What did I say?" Jungkook snapped.

Yoongi? The dealer?

Jimin watched the scene in front of him unfold in horror. Jungkook was... some kind of disturbed creep. Did he ever really know him at all?

Finally it made sense why he stopped going out, why he was no longer interested in hook ups. Was he the one who ripped your poster off the pole...?

Jimin shivered. He had to help you. He had to make sure he remained unnoticed and get you out of there as soon as possible.

"It's not my fault he flirts with me," you suddenly whispered, meek.

He didn't miss the way Jungkook's thumb caressed your face, settling on your jaw.

"Do you want me to break his neck?" He breathed. "Do you want to spend another night in that fucking cage? Do you?"

Jimin took a careful step backwards. He needed some air. Needed to leave and throw up. Maybe calling the cops was a better idea than handling this alone.

"I'm sorry," you whined, nuzzling your captor's neck. "Please don't be mad at me, daddy. Please touch me."

Poor thing; you had to resort to complying with his depraved demands just to—

Wait a minute.

Jimin froze again, feeling his stomach twist and turn.

Did he hear you right?

He definitely heard Jungkook's breath hitch, and at that point he was moving intuitively, slowly backing out into the darkness of the corridor and losing sight of you. He couldn't bear to look anymore. There was something in your eyes that unsettled his soul.

"You want me to touch you?" He heard Jungkook ask, raspy. "Want me to fuck you?"

A moan.

Jimin took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure, cheeks hot and hands unsteady as he reached for the banister of the staircase.

Poor little thing, in love with the maniac who snatched her up one day and changed her life forever. He pretended he didn't hear the unbuckling of a belt, pretended the chills running down his back weren't making him dizzy.

Maybe your demeanor should have been a sign that you needed help more than he imagined. Somehow, though, he doubted you'd accept it. It looked like he discovered Jungkook's little secret too late; you couldn't be torn out from his claws now. Once the separation anxiety kicked in, you'd wither away.

No pet wanted to live without their owner.

The collar was tight; it closed around your throat like a fist, tighter the harder Jungkook pulled. He took in the curve of your back, greedy eyes tracing down to where you were connected.

His cock throbbed as he watched it split you open, glistening with your slick. An inked hand dug into the supple flesh of your ass. You were so perfect, your whines music to his ears; somehow that only made his anger flare up.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, a slap, then another resounding through the room, leaving your skin hot.

He loosened his hold on the leash, then abandoned it altogether, gripping your hips to fuck you harder.

You fell forward, oxygen rushing back in and pussy tightening. His pretty little mess, sweat beading your body like morning dew glimmering on a flower.

"You wanna let another man flirt with you? You wanna be a little bitch?" He groaned. "Then shut the fuck up and take it like a bitch. Agh."

He threw his head back, blocking out the image of your ass bouncing as he slammed against it, the way your little hole swallowed his fat cock. It was too much to handle. The filthy sounds and the feeling of your cunt alone were enough to make his stomach burn, and he couldn't think straight anymore.

He just wanted to fill you up.

Again and again, while you drooled and panted, begging for more. Insatiable, just like him.

"Fuck," he gasped, "good slut."

You were close. His knees always weakened as you keened and tightened at the degrading praise, and he swallowed, no better than an animal himself as his cock rammed into you.

"Mine," he whimpered, his voice almost breaking. "Mmhm, gonna come—gonna keep you full—agh—here you go, baby—"

A heated shudder went through him, unraveling deep in his abdomen. Jungkook was never the one to break a promise, pumping his cum as deep inside as it would go while he moaned, letting your orgasm soak his cock completely.

"Fucck..."

Mine mine mine mine.

The only thing he knew, pulsing as the last drops of his seed shot out, leaving him blissfully empty. Of everything, except thoughts of you.

He caressed your sides, leaning down to press kisses to your spine. The hot trail ended right below your ear.

"If you ever talk to him again," Jungkook murmured sweetly, "you'll be sleeping in that cage next to his corpse. Understood?"

The little shiver of fear that ran through you was delightful. Jungkook kissed your neck, smiling when you nodded your head.

"Mm, yes daddy," you sighed out.

"Good girl."

You still needed some training, it seemed. But Jungkook had more than enough time and patience, and most importantly, he loved to remind you who you belonged to. It didn't take long for you to get it.

Jungkook would always take care of you. He would kill and die for you. There was no breaking that bond, not now, not ever.

This kind of companionship was meant for life.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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🎀this>>>>

an early gift from me to you for taehyung's bday. inspired by this. can be read as a one-shot. to have the full story, read both parts.

taehyung's version co-written with @cerisekoo go read her jungkook's version.

☆ pairing: taehyung x fem!reader x jungkook

★ word count: 5.4k

☆ warnings: smut, non-con, kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, mention of physical violence.

You hate the cold and you hate winter. Especially when the weather goes into a frenzy like that; violent winds that make it difficult to walk through and snow covering the sidewalk that inevitably turns into slush.

You’re going back to your dorm after your last class of the day, now being 7 p.m. and the sun has been set for a few hours. You have to walk a couple of meters to reach your dorm and you thank yourself for thinking about bringing mittens because the tip of your fingers are already starting to get numb.

Finally getting to the sidewalk leading to your residence building, you notice a car parked near the curb. It’s on, the lights illuminating the street, meaning the person is still inside the vehicle, possibly waiting for someone. You don’t pay too much mind to it, passing by the car to get to your dorm.

But the sound of the engine stopping alerts you, though you don’t halt your walk, your heart accelerating a little.

When you hear the distant sound of footsteps hitting the sidewalk covered in thick sleet, you involuntarily speed up your steps, trying to remain somewhat calm. For some reason, you can’t help but get a slight negative feeling at the suspicious person behind you, thinking they might be following you towards the entrance of your dorm.

You’re soon reaching the stairs, but before you can even register what’s happening, you’re suddenly being pulled back by your bicep. You gasp out of surprise, your heart now beating fast in your chest, hearing it pounding painfully in your skull.

The person grunts when you try to escape from their bruising grip, but they’re too strong for you to do anything to defend yourself. You’re about to scream at the top of your lungs, hoping for someone in your building to hear you and maybe push your aggressor off of you, but as his face comes into view, you shut up immediately.

You don’t recognize him at all, but his features are distracting you from what is going on, giving him the advantage to cover your mouth with his palm. He turns you back around and slips his free arm over your waist, forcing you to walk to the same car you saw a few seconds prior.

You reach the vehicle in a few steps and a couple of tears run down your face as you feel totally helpless, the small translucent pearls piling at the base of his fingers. You squirm against his firm chest, attempting to hit him in the stomach with your elbows, but they’re too short to touch him.

He groans out of frustration, yanking your backpack away from you and letting it fall on the snowy ground. He opens the back door and grips your hair, lowering your head so he can push you in, your torso hitting the leather seats first.

He immediately joins you in the backseat after having thrown your backpack inside, crawling on top of you, his knees on each side of your body. He pulls something out of his pocket hurriedly as you kick your legs and scream for help when you notice him ripping a piece of the tape he just took out. He takes a hold of your hair once again, nails digging into your scalp, and muffles down your cries with the grey duct tape.

After that, he brings both of your hands behind your back, taping them together with the same adhesive he used for your mouth. You can hear the thumping of your heart in your rib cage and the tired sobs you let out, sensing something hard poking against your ass, eyes widening as you can only imagine it being his bulge.

He puts his two feet on the ground and you eagerly try to move your head so you can see what he’s doing. He’s wrapping the grey tape over your ankles covered by your black tights.

You can’t process what’s happening to you, not believing that this is reality, trying to convince yourself you’re just having an awful nightmare. The position he has you in is uncomfortable, throat hurting from all your screams and calls for help.

He gets back in, but this time he shuts the door behind him. He has you totally fragile and defenceless underneath him. You can’t do anything when a burning desire spurs him on to reach under your skirt and tug down on your tights and panties. It seems like he doesn’t want to waste any time, easily sliding your clothes down your legs, leaving them bare nude under his perverted gaze.

You cry and squirm avidly, shaking your head from side to side when you hear the sound of his fly being dragged down, pertinently knowing what he’s about to do to you.

You feel the head of his cock pushing at your entrance not long after. You let out a muffled moan of pain, the burning sensation between your legs hurting a lot. He only grunts, sinking his member deeper into your pussy, dismissing your loud cries.

He picks up your hips, bringing your ass flushed against his hairy pelvis.

“I knew it’d be a tight fit, but fuck,” he groans out, your tightness refraining him from going feral on your poor body, but it’s clearly not what is going to stop him from finally getting what he wants. “How tiny are you?”

He plants a foot on the ground of the car, his other leg bent at the knee beside you.

You almost yell — if it wasn’t for the piece of duct tape on your mouth — when he first snaps his hips against your butt, reaching really deep inside of you. He can’t control himself as he drives his cock in you back and forth right away, his movements impatient and uncoordinated.

You bawl your eyes out, tears rolling over your cheeks and down to the grey tape covering your lips, making it less sticky. The side of your face is pressed down on the car seat, having no use of your arms since they are tied up behind your back.

He grabs your asscheeks from under your skirt, digging his short nails into your flesh, moaning out at the sight of your pussy swallowing his engorged cock, stretching your cunt impossibly wide. His erection is so big compared to you, it’s amazing how you manage to take him anyway, as if you were made for this, made to please him.

The skin of his thighs slap against yours, the lewd and vulgar sounds of him taking advantage of you echoing in the car. He loves how your hole gets so wet for him, welcoming him in despite his large size.

Your cries drive him insane, motivating him to go harder and harder, chasing his high like a mad man. The head of his cock keeps rubbing over your g-spot, almost impossible for him to not hit it. You shake under him and begin to cry louder, your walls clenching around him tightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses out under his breath, feeling his balls tightening. “Gonna make you cum and fill you full of me,” he promises and you know he’s going to stick to his words.

You don’t want him to make you feel pleasure, and even though the stretch of your pussy is immensely painful — his cock the biggest you’ve ever taken — you feel your orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach.

He drills his hard cock into you and it’s all it takes for your high to hit you, legs trembling.

He finally steadies his hips over your butt in a loud thud, his skin smacking your own. “Ah! Shit,” he grits his teeth, the spasms of your pussy around his girth sending him over the edge.

He keeps an arm around your waist to hold you up against him while his other hand comes to lay just beside your head on the leather seat. His cock spurts out thick ropes of cum in you, thrusting two and three times to get everything out, and there’s so much that you feel your tummy blown out.

You whimper under him, your hole still clenching around him avidly, recovering from your intense orgasm. He sighs above you, panting loudly as he stays inside of you, looking down at where your two bodies connect.

He slips out just a little, just enough for him to see the white ring around the base of his shaft and his cum threatening to escape your warmth.

“Mmh, fuck. So cute,” he says, his voice sounding almost desperate, so needy.

The car smells so much like sex it makes your head spin, the energy slowly leaving your body. You’re tired from everything, from all the crying and the horrible position he has you in; panties and tights pooling at your ankles, back arched for your ass to meet his crotch.

“You’re a little creamer, baby,” he coos, as if what he said is anything sweet. It seems like the messier it is, the more aroused he is. “Got my cock all slicked up in your cum.”

You moan out when he thrusts back in, and you restart to cry. He’s still fully hard and so he doesn’t want to waste any time, fucking his cock into your pussy again. He goes rough on you and you think he doesn’t really realize how his eagerness turns him almost violent.

He leans his chest down over your back, pounding his cock into your poor, soppy pussy, loud squelching noises coming from it each time he slides in and out.

“God, you’re so tight, I can't get enough…” He growls in your ear, his fleshy lips touching the shell of your ear. You can feel his growing facial hair stinging your skin, unconsciously clenching around his thick cock at the thought of his face, or at least at what you remember of it. “Pussy’s too good.”

Your cunt is so sensitive, already swollen, and him sliding his dick into you is so painful, your glossy eyes making you look so pathetic and fragile.

He overstimulates himself as well, being too deep into ecstasy to stop his hip thrusts. You can hear him hissing at the pain he inflicts on himself, forcing another orgasm from the both of you.

He cums a second time, and you do too just seconds after, cunt repeatedly closing around him. This orgasm feels more intense than the precedent, and it feels good, too shamefully amazing.

He ejaculates in you and there is less cum than the first time, but still enough to dribble out of your pussy, running down your inner thighs and staining his leather seats underneath you. He is very vocal, letting out many grunts and sucking air through his teeth while he keeps pounding into you.

His lips remain close to your face, murmuring vulgar things into your ear and mouthing on your jaw, descending to your neck, going back up to your damp cheeks. He even traces the shape of your lips above the shiny grey duct tape, kissing you everywhere he can, leaving wet trails behind.

He makes you orgasm for a third time, stimulating your puffy and aching clit till your high shoots through you. He does too later on, filling your pussy up to the brim. When he slips out, he can see how messy you are now, how he totally ruined your adorable princess parts.

He passes his middle finger through your dewy folds, loving the sight of you covered in his cum, acknowledging how his entire cock is smeared in your cream, too.

You sniffle as you hear him stuffing himself back up in his pants, zipping his fly up. You lay there uselessly, too tired to think about anything specific or attempt to fight for your escape again. That’d be foolish.

He pulls back up your black tights and panties, not caring that your underwear is going to be all soiled in both of your releases. “All better now,” he sings when your legs are hidden again.

He then steps out of the car and you take the opportunity to turn on your back with a lot of effort.

You perceive his silhouette getting around the vehicle through the window, getting in the driver seat. He starts the engine and you think only about the worse. You’re done for, this is your last few moments of life. This man is probably about to drive you to a deserted area and kill you.

As he drives away from the dorm building, you make eye contact with him through the rear mirror and your heart skips a beat when you see his face again.

Why would a handsome stranger like him ever do that to you?

His eyes are captivating, dark orbs looking at you like he knows this is just the beginning.

You don’t know why he chose you, why it had to happen to you, and you feel like you’ll never know the reason why.

He breaks eye contact and reports his attention to the road, driving you to an unknown location.

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After a twenty minute car ride of pure silence, the vehicle abruptly stops. You watch as he turns off the car, taking the key from the ignition. You can only fear what he is about to do with you.

He steps out of the car and you hear him pulling on the handle to open the door above your head. You feel the cold breeze hitting your skin, an uncomfortable shiver running up your spine. You don’t have time to see his face again nor the place where he parked the car before he covers your eyes with a piece of cloth, tying it behind your head.

You try to speak when you feel him picking you up, but of course your words are inaudible because of the tape muffling your voice.

The most you can do is thrash your tied legs around, which is completely useless at this point. However, you do earn a disapproving groan from him when you kick a little too hard into his abdomen.

“Stop it.”

You freeze at the sound of his voice, his husky tone making goosebumps appear on your skin. What freaks you out, though, is the mention of your name after his warning.

He knows you. It could have never been somebody else, he picked you because he had the intention to do so.

You imagine him carrying you in bridal style, feeling one arm under your knees and the other around your waist. It feels weird to be so close to him in a non-sexual way, sensing the warmth of his hands and the thickness of his winter coat against your side. You have no idea who he is, yet you can hear and feel the pace of his breath.

You guess he’s walking up stairs, then the jingling of keys and a door opening is being heard, a front of warm air hitting your freezing body. You figure that you’re in some sort of house or apartment. Or whatever place he’s decided to take you to.

You can clearly decipher the sound of his boots walking on a wooden floor, slightly creaking with each heavy step he takes, making the situation even more stressful than it is.

You’re tossed onto a mattress, your body bouncing as it hits the soft surface. The piece of cloth covering your eyes is being pulled off, your eyes attempting to adjust to your surroundings.

“There you go,” he softly murmurs.

A crease appears between your brows as you have a clear view of his face, as beautiful as you remember him to be.

His jaw is perfectly sculpted, giving him a manly look with dark and straight eyebrows that sharpen his expression. You recall feeling the growing hair on his upper lip and chin on your neck back in the car, certainly unshaved for a few days. His hair is a deep brown colour, disheveled and messy, strands going in every direction, but he still looks incredibly… attractive.

He grins at the way you’re ogling at him, the corner of his plump, heart-shaped lips lifting up, knowing you didn’t expect him to look like this. He’ll take that as a compliment.

You’re too entranced by his looks to notice him grabbing your ankles, slowly peeling the tape from your trapped legs. Your heart is beating faster, anticipating what he’s going to do. He’s freeing you, but you believe it’s only to do something else to you that you surely won’t enjoy.

Oh, that’s such a lie, you tell yourself, remembering the three orgasms he got from you effortlessly.

“We’re gonna get you rid of that, hm?” He proposes — talking about your two hands tied together — even though he’s still going to execute himself anyway. It’s not like you can give him consent, especially when your mouth is still taped.

He unwraps it easily, helping you remove your boots and coat after once it’s gone. He sneaks his hands under your skirt and his fingers touching your hips makes you jump. You grab his wrists and he pauses for a moment, staring at your hands that are much smaller than his. It’s the first time you’ve deliberately touched him.

But he rapidly recollects his thoughts, pulling your panties down your legs. He isn’t so careful while he undresses you, even more tears falling down from your reddened eyes. Your attempts to fight him are all useless, and you feel very defenceless against him, like you’re just wasting your breath.

“I thought I told you to stop?”

His voice reaches your ears, swallowing hard when he discards your black tights and your pair of underwear away on the floor. You form fists with your hands, closing your legs tightly so he can’t touch your private parts.

He tries to pull your thighs apart, but you shake your head from side to side, desperately showing your disagreement.

He catches on to it to your relief. “What’s wrong, pretty? Got something to tell me?” You then nod your head, glossy, red eyes looking at him through wet eyelashes. “Okay, okay…”

You wince when he rips the thick duct tape from your mouth, your upper lip stinging from the fast removal.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes kindly, extending his arm up toward your face to rub your numb lips gently. They’re slightly covered by your saliva, but he doesn’t seem to mind, passing his large digit over your flesh. “Better, now?”

You sniff and bounce your head as a yes. His change of behaviour surprises you, but somehow you believe he really does care about you. Not in a particularly normal way, though.

You feel like you have to listen to him, be obedient because you don’t know what to expect of him and also because you clearly have no other choice. Your hopes of getting away are gone, and even if you do find the strength to fight again, you don’t know if it’s worth it. It’s like he already possesses a part of you that you’ll never get back.

“Can you not… touch me there? I- I’m really hurting, and I…” You babble out shamefully, looking down at your feet to avoid his serious gaze fixated on you.

“Are you really now? Poor girl,” he empathizes, faking a pout, or maybe he actually pities your condition.

He reaches for your thigh and separates it from the other. You let him manhandle you, biting down on your lip to hold back your tears that are threatening to fall once again.

He looks at your pussy and passes his thumb through your lips gently. He’s crouched down in front of you so he can see how your hole indeed is still stretched to the size of his cock.

“Shit, you really are swollen,” he says almost pitifully as if he isn’t the reason for your pain. You’re embarrassed at the fact that he’s openly inspecting your bruised pussy, his index finger running between your puffy lips. He occasionally rubs your gaping hole, your legs twitching from the sensitivity.

“Yes, please,” you beg, having a little hope that he’ll spare you.

He hums pensively, still having his eyes on your cunt, a sentiment of satisfaction passing through him when he sees some of his remains leaking from you. “I have an idea,” he states, standing up.

Your eyes widen a bit at his words, not knowing if his idea will benefit your tired state or not.

You then watch him undressing in front of you and you gulp, guessing what his idea might be. As he passes his t-shirt over his head, he looks at you, frowning his brows. “You need to take off your shirt, too. Plus, it’s all wrinkled.”

Not again, you think to yourself. The thought of enduring another sexual act with him makes you want to sob. You stop giving him the benefit of the doubt that he’d be somewhat normal with you, it’s useless.

“Why…?” You question, your voice shaky and on the verge of tears.

He doesn’t seem to like that, but he keeps his composure nonetheless. “Why what? Come on, I'll help you, then.” He wastes no time in swatting your hands away to lift up your shirt at the hem, ultimately getting you naked for him.

He steps out of his pants, shrugging them away on the floor, joining his winter coat and boots. Only in his boxers, his bulge looks huge, and you know pertinently that it is. How he can still be hard and horny, you don’t want to know.

He slips out of his underwear pretty soon after and you feel anxious. Maybe it’s excitement, but you can’t really describe how you’re feeling with proper words. It’s so… abnormal. Nothing you’ve experienced before.

He backs up a little, keeping eye contact with you while he strokes his cock to be fully hard. “Lay back down on the bed,” he orders and you do so, pushing yourself to the center of the mattress to lie on your back, totally naked, hair sprawled on his grey sheets.

He bites down on his plump lip as he watches you get in this new position. Under the dim light of the room, his honey skin looks flawless, collarbones really defined and hollowed. His biceps are big and you know it’s why it was so easy for him to carry you from the car to the interior of this place.

His legs are really long and you remember him towering over you from a head at least. His shoulders are broad and his chest isn’t too big, but still outlined. His abs are faint, though they are visible nonetheless, telling you that he has a strong core.

Your stomach churns in a mix of anticipation and stress, wondering what he has in mind.

When he joins you on the bed, his knees dipping into the soft mattress, your hands become sweaty and you gulp down, nervosity settling in your body. You could try to fight him, or at least escape his grip, but you don’t.

He straddles your body, going up to your chest, his cock only centimetres away from your face. You then realize what he wants to do, and you doubt he’ll do it gently. He has no reason to be.

“I wonder what your mouth can do…” He says rather to himself than to you, his right hand holding his cock at the base and the left going to grip the back of your head. “If it’s as good as that tight cunt. Wanna let me find out, mh, baby?”

He guides the tip of his erection to your mouth and you reluctantly part your swollen lips, opening your mouth just enough for him to fit his bulbous head inside.

“Yeah… Just like that,” he approves, inserting more of himself in your warmth.

He lifts your head up so he can slide inside of you entirely, your sore lips meeting his pubic bone, the sharp hair on his pelvis brushing up against your nose. You look up at him with glossy eyes when he groans out loud at the sensation of his cock nestled all the way in your throat, gritting his teeth and his thick, dark eyebrows knitting together.

He keeps your head in place over his shaft, your throat contracting around him when you gag a little from the deep intrusion.

You tap your hand repetitively against his naked thigh, signaling for him to let you breathe. He doesn’t look like he cares that much, growling at how warm your mouth is. You tap again, only for him to get your palm away with his that was previously holding the base of his cock.

“Shh, I know you can take it, pretty.”

You loudly whine as a protest, hoping it will at least get him to pull out. The saliva drips out of your mouth, leaking down towards his balls and his upper thighs. You sense his cock twitching in your mouth, surely pleased to be weighing down on your wet and warm tongue.

After a few more seconds of his cock lodged in your throat, he quickly pulls out when you gag and shakes your head.

You wheeze, coughing and inhaling heavily in an attempt to catch your breath. He smiles at this, finding your struggle to take him adorable.

“See, wasn’t so bad, don’t you think?”

You don’t dare to make eye contact with him, already feeling the cocky smirk on his lips.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to turn face to his hard cock when he uses his other hand to guide it back into your mouth. You show some resistance, but it’s useless as he makes his way in, forcing your lips apart by squishing your face between his fingers.

You feel your core heating up despite the situation, clenching your thighs to at least ease the ache between your legs. You take him all, not having any other choice anyway as he forces his length down your mouth, making your eyes sting and your throat burn.

He starts thrusting in back and forth, letting out moans and grunts that show how pleasurable this feels for him. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied.

As he literally fucks your mouth, he throws his head back, sucking air through his teeth, controlling himself to not cum in your right away. His dark hair sticks to his forehead because of the sweat, some strands dangling in front of his piercing eyes, wet at the ends.

He keeps his gaze on you, precisely the way his engorged cock enters your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft tightly, all coated in spit and, as unpleasant as it sounds, remains of your earlier intercourse. All you want to do right now is to take a hot shower and scrub the traces of him off of your skin.

But you doubt you’d get everything off as he’ll forever be engraved in your mind.

You place your hands on the top of his thighs, finding it difficult to follow the pace of his hip thrusts, your fingers clenching into fists.

His hand that was holding your jaw is now on its previous spot on the back of your head, gripping your roots and keeping you still. Saliva accumulates at the corners of your mouth and you hate the damp feeling, hate how dirty and soiled you feel. Hate it even more when you know he loves it.

“Ah, fuck,” he chokes out, his hips stuttering and his grip tightening around your hair. Your eyebrows knit together at the hold he has on your head, forcing you to keep his cock in your throat. You know it's going to hurt badly after.

With a twitch of his cock, he releases himself down your throat, the salty taste of his cum hitting your tongue. He slips out of you and some of his cum drips down at the corners of your lips.

“Swallow,” he instructs, wiping off the rest with his thumb, waiting for you to swallow before putting his digit in your mouth so you can lick everything off.

You follow his order, sucking his thumb and swallowing again.

“Good girl,” he praises and pats your cheek.

You recall the eye contact you shared back in the car through the rear mirror, one that meant ‘it’s only the beginning’.

You know now that tonight was just the start. Of what, you are still wondering.

You can’t escape as he has his arms wrapped around your naked body, his soft cock nudging your back, his chin resting on top of your head. You’re not sure if you found any sleep, but you haven’t dreamed. Or maybe you’re already in one, it’s just harder for you to wake up from it.

You waited for the sun to arrive, or secretly wished it would never so you would slowly morph with the mattress and make one.

The alarm setting off pulled him out of slumber and your heart palpitated at the thought of having him off of you, but this euphoric feeling didn’t last long as he left you alone in the room to go somewhere.

The idea of someone else living there, too, hasn’t crossed your mind once until the door of the bedroom opened to reveal a man that didn’t look like the other. He was a long haired brunette with big eyes that could fool you. And he did for a good minute.

That night, you slept between them — you really only closed your eyes. They didn’t give you a choice, nor a reason, but you think it’s in case you try anything. You could have a slight chance against one of them. The both of them, though, you have zero.

You’ve slept with them for a few weeks, then they’ve decided they wanted you alone.

Taehyung, the one you’ve spent your first night with, leaves the apartment around dinner so he can be on time to his classes. He finishes late, and so you don’t see him in the afternoon during the week.

He is very clingy and attached. You suppose it’s because he’s the one who knew you before. You don’t have much information about what happened before the first night. No matter how much you insist, they always refuse to tell you anything.

Since Taehyung doesn’t see you a lot — according to him — you end up in his bed a lot. He always wants to stay inside you even after fucking you because he feels closer to you this way. You never protest, but you miss sleeping alone sometimes. Having him in you leaves you very sore.

Jungkook is more authoritative than Taehyung. Much less clingy, but still at an unhealthy level of obsession for you.

He goes to college during the morning, and so he spends his afternoons with you, taking advantage of the fact that Taehyung isn’t there to have sex with you.

His sex drive is less intense than Taehyung’s — that’s something you doubt anyone would surpass — but when he demands your attention, he has to have it. There’s never any room for argument with him when you become familiar with his personality, especially when he knows he’s the least clingy one.

You eventually got permission to wander outside Taehyung’s or Jungkook’s room, but they made you very aware of the camera hidden at the entrance of the apartment.

You remember when you had an hour or two alone. You had rummaged through every room, every drawer and cabinet to find something, anything.

The surprised expression on your face when they told you they knew you disobeyed their orders made Jungkook laugh. Your face was burning from the shame you felt at that moment.

You didn’t try anything else since he made you regret it bitterly.

You’ve cried for hours in Taehyung’s arms, scared of Jungkook for at least a good week. You were too afraid to be alone in the same room as him and wouldn't dare make eye contact with him, but he didn’t really care.

And so when he pounded you from behind, your ass atrociously hurt, the wounds still fresh on your skin.

It has convinced you to never attempt anything ever again. At least, not in front of the camera.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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love it 🎀 :>

jungkook's version

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader x taehyung

word count: 3.7k

co-written with @crybabychim!

read her taehyung's version

warnings: heavy non con themes, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, mentions of physical violence.

Sore.

The only word you can use to describe how you feel right now. An intense feeling of grogginess takes over as you wake up, head pounding and a painful soreness sits in between your legs.

You wish you could say it was only a nightmare. A sick and twisted dream you’ve just endured. However, you physically and mentally can’t say that. Your swollen eyes start to well up with salty tears as you look around the unfamiliar dimly lit room and bed you lay in, remembering the sick events that took place almost a day prior.

You’re cold. A thin gray sheet covering your trembling body, the feeling grosser than ever when you feel something damp in your underwear, threatening to seep down your thighs.

You begin to sob when you realize what it is. You can’t forget the way he handled you like you were some type of object, just a toy for him to use. You hated that you also came multiple times, you couldn’t help how your body was reacting to him.

The bed is empty, you’re left by yourself to be eaten alive by your thoughts. You fear for when he returns from wherever he currently is, scared he may try to do something to you again but even rougher than the first time.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. You immediately shut your eyes before you can see the figure standing in the doorway. Your face is tear stained, but you still attempt to make it seem like you are still asleep.

You hold your breath when the sound of footsteps get closer to the bed, even scarier when they stop. The next thing you know a hand is smoothing out your hair, their fingers running from your hairline down to your jaw. Their hand moves to wipe your visible tears and a wave of chills hits you at the feeling.

You slowly open your eyes, trying to register the face of the person in front of you.

It's not the same guy from before.

This one has long hair, big black pupils, and a very detailed tattoo sleeve.

“Good, you’re awake.” The unfamiliar man speaks up after a minute of pure silence since he’s walked in.

You are speechless, not wanting or knowing what to say. Does he already know what happened? Is he in on this too?

You remain silent, the most you can do is tear up once again as you’re scared of what is yet to come.

“Get up, you need a shower,” is all that leaves his mouth before he begins to pull the sheet from your frail body. His authoritative words make you flinch a bit, but you don’t have the energy to fight back.

He encourages you to get up with a sign of his hand and you execute yourself with difficulty, the bones in your body cracking, making you wince in pain. You can’t ignore the messy state that you are in, shivering as the temperature of the room feels very cold. This situation embarrasses you very much.

He notices your struggle to lift yourself from the bed, leading him to take matters into his own hands and lift you from the mattress. You are surprised at how he isn’t dragging you around like a pet, but his grip on you is assertive.

You feel your face heating up at the fact that your chest is pressed up against his firm one. You immediately pass your arms around his neck as one of his arms wraps around your back, the tattooed one under your butt, your legs still dangling in the air.

He walks only a few steps out of the bedroom and down the hall before opening the new door with his hand that was previously over your back. You enter a rather small bathroom like he’s told you before in the bedroom.

He puts you down and you manage to find your balance, even though you still struggle a bit. He makes his way to the shower and turns on the faucet. He makes his way back to you as the water heats up, yet he doesn’t leave.

“W-what are you doing?” You stumble over words when his hands find their way to the hem of your shirt, threatening to expose your naked body. He stops and stares at you blankly.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, you obviously can’t stand on your two feet let alone take care of yourself.” He states firmly. You’re not some little girl who can’t do anything on your own, you’re a grown woman.

“No, I got it.” You speak without a second thought.

He arcs an eyebrow up, as if not believing you. “And what will happen if you trip over and knock your head into the counter? Have you seen yourself?”

You swallow. You dare to look at yourself in the mirror above the sink, and you aren’t looking good at all. He has a point, but you still don’t want to undress yourself in front of a stranger.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. I won’t do anything.”

You don’t answer for a few seconds, debating in your head. It wouldn’t be smart to trust him, but it’s not like you have a choice, and anyway, right now you prefer him over the other guy…

You start to pull your shirt over your head with a burning face, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You feel extremely humiliated as you slip out of your panties.

He doesn’t show any signs of lust, actually having a calm and composed expression. You shouldn’t get fooled, though, because he is good at hiding his true emotions.

You cover your naked breasts with your arms, keeping your legs closed so he can’t get a good look at your private parts. “I can wash myself. Can you, please, leave?”

“Whatever. I’ll get you some clothes,” he replies, rolling his eyes. He looks at you one last time before saying, “My name’s Jungkook, by the way.”

And with that, he actually leaves. He closes the door behind him, which relieves you a little bit. He at least agreed to give you some privacy. It’s nice of him, you think, but you shouldn’t get high hopes.

You step into the hot water, your cold limbs feeling more relieved as you stand directly under the shower head. You wet your entire body, about to reach for the citrus shampoo, a smell you recognize from last night, when the sound of the bathroom door opening catches your attention.

“I got you some clothes, this is all I have for you right now.” Jungkook calls over the sound of the shower running while setting the folded clothes on the bathroom counter. Yet he isn’t showing any signs of leaving.

“Hm, okay, thanks… Can you let me finish first, please?” You plead while watching his form move behind the shower curtain.

He’s not moving towards the door though, but closer to you. As you wait for him to leave, he unexpectedly pulls the curtains to the side and your eyes open wide in surprise when he joins you, completely naked.

That’s why he wasn’t leaving, he was stripping down from his clothes, having the intention to enter the shower with you. He absolutely ignored your words of leaving you alone.

You move back instantly, your body hitting the cold tiles of the shower. You again cover yourself with your arms, keeping your mouth sealed shut, paralyzed.

He’s so imposing, even more when naked. You can’t help but stare at him, unable to look at the bottom half of his body, too embarrassed and still shocked by his sudden inappropriate behavior.

However, he doesn’t seem to think there's a problem, instead reaches for the vanilla body wash just as you were about to do.

“Just wanna help you,” he explains, big eyes looking back at you. He looks so serene, and you hate that nothing seems to destabilize him. “Turn around,” he instructs and when you don’t budge an inch, he grabs your arm and moves you himself. You gasp at his straightforwardness, your mind already telling you this won’t end well. He’s already lied to you once, so there's a high chance he’s done it again.

He squeezes the soap into a white loofah, moving your wet hair to scrub your backside, making sure to not miss any part. He moves down to your arms, working his way up to your tits. He slowly drags the loofah back and forth over your pebbled nipples, catching on the way your breath hitches when he does.

After a minute of solely washing your breasts, he brings the loofah to your stomach, each scrub leading his hand lower on your hips.

Jungkook suddenly discards the scrubber, his big hands sinking down to your private parts. He places his head onto your shoulder, his long, wet hair tickling your neck. You try to shove him off of you, but his grip on you isn’t budging, his hand already cupping your pussy.

“You- you said you were just w-washing me,” you frantically spit out, grabbing at his arm that’s on your mound. Instead of answering you, he takes his free arm and crosses it over waist, trapping both of your arms under him.

He takes his pointer and middle finger to spread your swollen cunt open for him to observe. You feel so exposed, so played that he lied to you again after using the excuse of ‘just washing you’ to get his way with you.

“Shit. Taehyung didn’t go easy on you, huh?”

Taehyung. So that is the name of the one who got his hands first on you.

You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts when his index finger makes contact with your clit, pussy clenching involuntarily at the feeling.

“Please, just… stop,” you pathetically beg for him to move his hands. Yet all you get from him is his heavy breathing, and something poking your asscheek.

“You’re sensitive as fuck. Look at you.” He comments as he sees your legs twitching with every rub he gives your throbbing clit, hole slicking up at the stimulation.

Not being able to wait much longer, Jungkook removes his fingers from your pussy, pushing the arch of your back lower, grabbing his now fully erect cock while opening your legs a bit wider than before with his leg.

“No, stop… Please, don’t,” your words are rushed when he forcefully pushes himself inside your swollen cunt.

His thrusts are rough, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to his large size, which leads your hole to violently clench around him, making it harder for him to control himself.

“Tae already dealt with you, how are you still so small?” he says through clenched teeth, his tattooed hand going to grab at your jaw, squishing your lips and cheeks.

He forcefully lifts your head up to look at him, leaving you no other choice than to make eye contact.

“N-no, stop, it hurts,” you try to speak when your mouth is being crushed in between his long fingers. He doesn’t listen to you though, repeatedly slamming his cock into you from behind, his pelvis hitting your ass with force within every thrust.

The water is still warm, running down both of your bodies, disregarding the fact that you need to clean yourself. You feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, his cock hitting the right places. You hate that it's starting to feel good, you’re not supposed to be turned on by this.

Before you can reach the edge, Jungkook pulls his cock out of you, leaving your hole empty and gaping. Yet not being able to utter a single word, your body is turned around and he kneels in front of you, his face directly in front of your crotch.

He gives your clit some attention, throbbing when his tongue licks a full stride over it. You whimper when you feel the metal of his lip rings adding the slightest friction to your clit.

You surprise yourself when your hand travels down to grip his long, wet hair. He eats your cunt like a starved man, his nose replacing his tongue when he finds his way back to your hole.

“Tastes better than I imagined, baby, fuck,” he groans before shoving his face back into your sopping pussy.

You slightly grind your hips on his face, feeling him smile against your pussy. You’re shocked at how quick you’re about to reach your orgasm, Jungkook sliding his fingers inside of you to bring you to the edge even faster.

He speeds up the pace of his fingers that are hitting your sweet spot, his mouth sucking harshly on your clit, desperate for you to cum on his face. Your hole clenches repeatedly at the feeling, unable to hold it in anymore, you finally reach your high.

Jungkook fucks his fingers into you through your orgasm, your legs tightening around his head. Your hand on his hair shakes weakly, moaning at the feeling of his lips being still on your cunt, tongue flicking your bud of nerves from side to side.

He stands back up and passes your legs around his waist. Just when he’s about to slide back into you, he notices a creamy ring of your cum at the base of his cock and his fingers, covering some of his dark pubes, a little dripping down to his balls. He can’t help but get more excited than before now that he sees your body is enjoying it.

You moan out at the stretch in this new position, your pussy taking every inch he gives you even though you are sensitive from your first orgasm. Both of your naked chests rub together when he pushes himself closer to maintain the same eye contact as before. His wet abs clench at the feeling, thrusts sloppier than they were previously.

You can’t even lie to yourself, the bulging muscles and strength he has to hold you brings you a tingly feeling in your tummy you’re ashamed to admit. Your nails dig into his sides at the oversensitivity, pussy still quivering around his cock.

A small whimper escapes your lips that you tried so hard to keep from leaving your throat. Your walls tighten up around Jungkook while he never slows down his thrusts, fucking you to reach his own orgasm.

“Yeah, baby. Gonna fucking make me cum too.”

He fucks into your spent pussy sloppily which has you wincing in overstimulation. The pain doesn’t last much longer when you feel his thick ropes of cum filling your cunt.

“Shit, yeah. Like it when I fill you, huh?” He groans into your ear, his soaking wet hair brushing against your face.

His thrusts finally stop when he pulls out of you, cum quickly escaping your bruised pussy. He backs you up from the wall to set you down back onto your feet, legs shaking from how intense he fucked you.

Without a word, he brings your body forward to the shower head, rinsing your body. He rubs his hands over your body, slowly inching down to your swollen pussy as he cleans it of his cum gently. Your face can’t help but heat up at the action, you wouldn’t have expected him to give you aftercare.

He leans over, turning the faucet off and steps out of the shower first. He grabs a towel from the cabinets to wrap around his slim waist, and another to wrap around your shivering body.

You’re still shaking, barely being able to get out of the tub. He places his hands under your underarms, swiftly lifting you up and out of the tub, your feet meeting the cold floor. He’s about to unwrap the towel from you when you tighten your grip around it.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he reassures you. You loosen your hand from the hem of the towel, letting him take care of it.

He undoes the towel from your body, beginning to dry you off. No one has done this for you ever, so you don’t know what to do with yourself. It is odd letting a man you don’t know dry you after a shower.

He admires your body, your smooth skin filled with goosebumps which makes your delicate nipples hard.

Once you’re dried off completely, he leans over to grab the t-shirt for you to wear.

“Arms up.” He instructs when he pulls the shirt over your head, helping you to slip it on. He grabs a pair of black boxers you assume are his for you to wear.

Once he slips the underwear onto you, he wraps his arms around your torso, kissing your jaw and down your neck. You’re flustered, but you don’t make an effort to lean into his touch. How can you react to that after what he’s done to you in the shower.

The sound of the front door being unlocked interrupts the moment between the pair of you. Jungkook removes his arms from around you and grabs a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, slipping them on quickly.

“Tae’s back.” He says nonchalantly. In all honesty, you are most afraid of Taehyung out of the two men for obvious reasons.

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You start to adjust to how things work between the two boys and their routines. It took you a bit by surprise when Taehyung instructed you to sleep directly in between them in one bed. It did make you a bit uncomfortable, but you got used to it.

Jungkook is with you the majority of the day since you’re asleep in the mornings he has class and awake when Taehyung goes to his own. It's as if they have you in ‘shifts’, not ever letting you have alone time or any privacy.

You were bored most of the time, but you’ve found Jungkook cooking to be entertaining. You love watching his veiny tattooed hands prepare meals for you. You hate to admit that it turns you on.

Jungkook never lets you out of his sight, forcing you to be in the room with him at all times. His standards are very strict for you, like his ‘no TV or phone’ rule unless he’s there.

No matter what you do, you are left with no way to reach the outside world. It drives you crazy having to live with constant unanswered questions since they refuse to give you any answers.

“I miss my family,” you mumble under your breath, playing with the food on your plate, which you know angers Jungkook a lot.

“Stop playing with your food and eat it before it gets cold.” Jungkook responds, completely ignoring your comment.

He side-eyes you and you keep looking at your plate, not acknowledging his command, getting him irritated. Taehyung, on the other hand, gives you a sad look with pouty lips, having pity for you.

“Do they even know where I am, if I’m even alive?” You pick at the topic more, not daring to coward away from Jungkook’s irritated look.

“Baby, why are you thinking about that right now? Just eat.” Taehyung coos, going to reach for your shoulder when you dodge his touch.

You groan at him and he doesn’t like this at all, hating when you avoid his touch. You know you’re making both of them angry, but it isn’t any of your fault. They shouldn’t be the ones to be mad, it should be you.

That's when you’ve had enough of their silence. Instead of constantly bombarding them with questions you know they’ll just brush off, you decide to ignore them entirely. Not making eye contact, constantly refusing their commands, and not eating.

“Don’t give into her whims, Tae. It's just gonna give her ideas.” Jungkook speaks, making stern eye contact with Taehyung. You can tell this is something that they’ve discussed before. It was inevitable you’d get curious and ask questions.

You get up to push out of your chair, leaving your untouched plate on the table. You know not finishing your food will strike a nerve.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jungkook raises his voice, causing you to flinch at his loud tone.

“Obviously nowhere. I can’t leave this stupid place!” You point out as if it isn’t clear enough for them to know.

Jungkook matches your action and gets up too, disregarding your full plate.

“Watch your tone. You’re the one who’s asking pointless questions. Sit your ass back down and finish eating.”

“No! I can’t, I don't want to!” You reply back right away, your eyes starting to water. “I want to know, that’s all I want,” you explain to them almost desperately, almost begging.

Taehyung tries to cool down the situation.

“Let’s all just calm down, okay? I’m sure you’re hungry, baby,” he speaks to you softly, even though you made him upset as well.

“No, I won't calm down. It isn’t fair!” you heave, controlling your tears in an effort to not to seem weak.

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook intervenes, “because if you don’t you’ll regret it. Don’t underestimate what I’ll do, understand?”

“You both have done enough to me but you draw the line at me asking about my family? Just leave me alone.”

“Where is this even coming from? We give you everything, so stop being ungrateful.” Jungkook argues back.

Deflecting from the subject, one of the things he’s best at. You hate when he does it, but you don’t want to fight with him. You physically and mentally can’t.

“You don’t understand! You ripped me away from my family and school. You took everything away, and I’ll never get my life back! The worst thing about this is not knowing anything…”

You can’t hold it in when sobs escape your mouth. You aren’t able to stand up on your feet anymore and let yourself fall down on the floor, curling up on yourself.

As if a switch flips in their minds, they both come rushing towards you. Taehyung is the first to crunch down at your level, worry and pity plastered on his face. He comforts you with his embrace while Jungkook looks guilty, nibbling down on his lip.

After that day, you’ve learned to not question them about anything associated with your past life. All it did was lead to big arguments and lost trust from you. You’ve come to terms that this is your life from now on, whether you like it or not.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year ago

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★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

word count: +3.9k

notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)

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taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.

"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.

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