raggaraddy

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Opportune

My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Seven

Yandere! Jungkook

Summary: You see the chance to escape. Freedom is right there. But should you take it?

Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, restraints, threats, violence, kidnapping, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.

A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.

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Previous Chapter

Your mind is at war. 

He shouldn't have been able to do that to you. You shouldn't have felt that kind of way- not with him. 

Laying in a whimpering, tear-soaked mess, you're in pain, filled with self-pity, and racked by guilt that you can not entirely understand. Feeling as if you are being consumed by a numb void until Jungkook comes out of the bathroom and once again, all your attention goes to him.

"Are you just going to lay in bed crying all day?" He scoffs accusedly.  Seeming frustrated, almost repulsed by your crying. 

I can't move, you ass! is what you scream at him- but only in your mind. You didn't go through all of that to derail your plans now. You need to do what you can to grit your teeth and bear it. Don't fight him. Be appeasing. Wait until an opportune moment, or until you are saved.

In place of any kind of truthful remark, you stay silent. Sighing in defeat as you sink your head deeper into the pillow. Your gaze fixated on the blank ceiling.

Coming into your eye line Jungkook jumps onto the bed, throwing his leg over your waist. While you restrain yourself enough at first, as his hand reaches up to your cheeks you can not keep yourself from bucking away. 

"You know, it's cute how you always flinch." He laughs, roughly grabbing the sides of your face to insist that you comply. 

The smug look he has fills your chest with a fit of white, hot anger. Eating you from the inside out. Does he think this is entertaining?! Is he having fun?! What if he were the one being treated like this? If he were the one who couldn't fight back? He would flinch. He would cry too! And then to mock you on top of that? He is irredeemable. You hate him so much.

His lingering touch slowly raises up, caressing along your arms, making too much-unwanted contact as he uncuffs you. When finally he climbs off your lap, you spring upright, quickly adjusting your shirt. Pulling it down as low as you can take it. Trying to ignore the cold, wet, sticky feeling that is pooled between your legs.

Sat there, consumed with a mix of visceral emotions as you rub your bruised wrists, the one you can feel the most is anxiety. You're obsessed with every move he's making, anticipating anything he might do. Every single thing he has done so far has been nightmare-ish. And you can't shake the fear that it is only going to keep getting worse.

Flinching again, you yelp softly in reaction to him throwing something at you. Harmlessly landing on the bed, though, is a pair of boy-cut shorts. 

"You want to wear them?" He points to the underwear.

It takes a second for your mind to race through what he said, what the possible negative ramifications might be, and what to say back. You're so traumatised that even a simple gesture has you second-guessing everything. You decide on nothing as a response and waste no time getting off his bed and putting on the additional clothing. They're too big, they sit like bicycle shorts on you. But for the first time in days, you feel somewhat protected. 

It feels strangely wonderful. You never would have expected how consequential underwear or pants were until you were in this very specific, very vulnerable situation.

He's standing in front of you dressed in grey sweat pants and a loose white tee. His hair is still wet from his shower, and it's even darker because of it. It's spiked up at strange angles from his hand running through it. He's watching you again with that zoned-out stare that he has. Making you shift uncomfortably. Looking in any other direction to avoid making eye contact.

"I just realized I haven't fed you yet." He gasps. "You must be starving." You can see his thoughts trail off and a smirk creeps it's way onto his face. "Well, I haven't fed you food anyway," he blurts out under his breath, his smirk turning to a full smile, verging on a laugh. 

What a pig. 

Holding his hand out he turns to the door, but steps further towards you, motioning for you to take his offer. "Com'on, I'll make you something to eat." 

Now that he has finally mentioned food you're realizing that you haven't eaten in 2 and a half days. You are starving, but with everything else that has been going on, food has been the last thing on your mind. Even now, you feel more queasy than hungry.

Reluctantly you accept his hand, gnawing the inside of your cheek to try to curtail your disgusted expression. Despite your subtle attempts to wriggle out of his grip, he doesn't let go until he sits you down at the kitchen bench.  

Observing him cook, smelling the onions, ham, and mushrooms sizzling in the pan you're nearly salivating. Never would you have thought a simple omelette could look so appetizing.  

The moment he sets the plate in front of you, however, something distant catches your eye. On the other side of the kitchen, just out of your reach is an unattended chef's knife. Jungkook has sat down at the far end of the bench to your right. There is nothing between it and you at this moment. 

Your mind starts working a hundred miles a minute. With where he is sitting he could never reach you before you were able to get to it.

This is too golden of a chance to pass it up. But you can't simply lunge for it. If you miss or knock it onto the floor he'll surely realize what you're trying, and you'll be without the knife to protect yourself.

Fear of missing such a perfect shot makes your heart start to beat in your ears. You can't screw this up!

Planning your moves you accidentally get food on your hand. You lick it clean, but fake and mime as if there is an excess amount of stickiness left. Standing up without a word, you walk as paced as possible to the other side of the benchtop, hoping he thinks you are just going to the sink. Hoping that your sub-par acting stops Jungkook from being suspicious.

And he isn't. He doesn't bat an eye. He doesn't even seem to be paying any attention.

This is your chance!

Snatching the knife, you hold it at arm's length in Jungkook's direction. Tightly clenching it between your two palms. Standing strong and braced. But he doesn't react. He's hardly moved. Only his elbow is lifted up resting on the bench. Looking at you with lacklustre disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly ajar. His expression looking to ask you wouldn't be that stupid, would you?

Disregarding you, he returns to his breakfast. Completely unphased. 

Uncertainty hits you like an oncoming truck.

You're already shaking with terror, but his lack of reaction is causing an emotion in you that is so intense and raw that you have to stifle the urge to be sick. 

"Hey!" You shriek, "Don't look away from me! You- unless you want to be stabbed you should- you need to put your hands down. On the table. Put them flat." Mentally you berate yourself for sounding so unfocused and weak. This isn't the tone you wanted to take. 

Unbothered, Jungkook looks up again. A small, closed mouth smile telling you how unintimidating he finds you. It's infuriating because it means that he's not taking you seriously. As if he doesn't see the weapon in your hands. As if he thinks you're not capable of hurting him.

Straightening up you take a half-step forward. Small cracks click from your stiff back as you try to appear taller and more confident. 

"Now!" You howl, using volume to further assert your authority. Hoping to god that he can't see the shake in your hands.

Restaining a laugh, he raises his hands in a playful surrender, laying them as you instructed, palms flat on the bench. Not taking his eyes off you as he does. Not even blinking. 

It's completely disorientating. 

Maybe this was a bad idea. You don't know that if it comes down to you versus him that you can beat him. Even with a weapon. You panicked when you saw it just sitting there. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. He doesn't seem worried at all. How are you supposed to beat crazy?

"Now what?" he snickers.

You just- you just have to figure out how to get out of here. You have to follow through. He must have a key to the front door. 

"Give me the keys," You demand, keeping the knife firmly in between the two of you as a source of protection. Trying to ignore his wide-eyed, unblinking stare. 

"What keys?" He teases, his voice raising. 

Oh god! Why isn't this working? Why isn't he doing what you say? 

You're starting to wheeze. This is insane. What is he going to do to you if this doesn't work? What happens if you don't get out of here? This was such a bad fucking idea! 

"Stop!" Your voice cracks. Your heavy breaths fill your words. "You know what keys I'm talking about. The ones for the front door. Give' em. Now!" 

You need to get out of here this instant. You're beyond petrified. You have to rid the doubt from your mind. You have the power. You have the knife. You're fine. I'm going to get out of here. Stay focused. You'll be safe and won't have to think about Jungkook ever again once you're free. 

He doesn't respond. Inch by inch you move around the bench until you come the end and only open space is standing between you and Jungkook. You know to stay back. You can't give him any chance to grab you. 

"Jungkook. Now!" All strength disappears and all that is left is a plead. 

"No." His casual reply makes your head spin. The ground falling out from under you. 

"What are you talking about?" You squeal. On the brink of tears. Barely able to hold yourself together let alone keep up a facade of dominance. "Give me the keys. Now! Or I'll stab you!"

You have a knife. You're finally the one in control. He's supposed to say yes not no. He's supposed to be scared.

"Go on then; stab me." He shrugs. His aloof, cold demeanour pushes you past panic and helps you focus your rage and momentarily shore your voice, giving it much needed steadiness and power.

"Listen here, you fucking lunatic. You have put me through hell, and I swear to God if you don't give me the key right now, I am going to-" he talks over you. Loudly and firmly cutting you off. 

"No, you listen you stupid bitch. Because I'm going to give you one chance, just one chance to put down your little toy and then get on your knees like a good girl." His smile becomes wide and toothy. He is revelling in this. In his threat. In your fear. "Or you can keep this up and see how all those scary things I said I could do become reality."

You're wringing the handle but for a second you almost lose your grip on the knife. You're trembling. Your knees are weak. It feels as if you could collapse with just a tap. A replaying of every horrid, terrifying thing he has threatened begins to flit through your head. And for a split instant, you have the thought to do what he says. To throw down the knife, drop to your knees, and beg his forgiveness. Beg him not to hurt you. To not kill you.

But you can't. You see the cruelty in his eye. The sparkle of enjoyment. You don't trust that he won't hurt you. And you know that should he keep his word and not retaliate, this psycho doesn't think some of what he has done is harming you. Even in the best-case scenario where he gives you full amnesty, he is still going to force himself on you again. He's still going to tie you down again. To touch you again. And given time he is still going to hit you again. And surely he will end up killing you.

And once this opportunity is gone, he will certainly be even more careful going forward.

No. It's now or never. You have to get out. You just have to! 

"Jungkook," Your voice is uncontrollably coming out as a hushed, timid whisper. "Please just give me the keys." you plead again.

His eyes are boring their malicious nature into yours. Reading you. Giving you the chance to rethink your answer and cave to his demands. But you don't accept.  

"Fine." He states. His icy calm sends a shiver down your neck. Slowly he slips his hand into his pants pocket keeping his palm open and in view the whole time, showing you exactly what he is doing. He pulls out a bundle of keys that are all looped together, holding them in his forefinger and thumb. Crassly he sets them on the bench and slides them over to you.

This is it!

A ripple of excitement and fear attacks you as you snatch them up. Seizing the keys to your freedom.

In a thoughtless reaction, you stumble back, preparing to bolt to the front door, but catch yourself. You need to make sure Jungkook can't follow you. You have to be smart.

"Stand!" You bark. To your disdain, that goddamned smirk has returned to his face. But thankfully he does as you say. "Move," You point to the far door in the kitchen. The one that leads down the hallway into the dungeon-like room.

He follows your instruction slowly. Too slowly. You're planted firmly and buzzing with impatience but you don't follow after him until he reaches the first door, keeping a sufficient distance between you two. He opens the door and takes a step down the dark hallway, turning over his shoulder to look back at you.

"Go." You demand, deathly strangling the handle.

After what feels like an eternity filled with time that could allow for everything to go wrong, he, at last, opens the door at the end of the hallway giving you a final cold glance. 

You're so close to crumbling. You haven't breathed the whole time. This needs to be over. 

Belatedly the door closes and you sprint down the hall after him, twisting the lock shut. A heavy clunk sealing him in. 

You did it!

He's trapped. You're free!

With all of your pent up energy you turn and bolt down the hallway into the light. Into the kitchen. Skidding the corner, your run past the bench tossing the knife into the sink making your hands free to properly handle the keys. 

Through the living room into the entrance hall, you don't stop running and instead come to a halt as you make contact with the door. Slowing just enough to not hurt yourself. 

Thumbing through the bundle, you're trying to find the most logical choice for which key could fit the lock. They all are mostly the same. Plain, silver, metal keys. But you choose the first that has a slight defining notch in it and place it to the lock. However, your hand is shaking so much that you are unable to insert it.

Scolding yourself, you chant a mantra to calm down. Breath. Calm. You're about to be free. Just breath.  

Steadying your grip you attempt again. You place the key and it fits, but it doesn't turn. 

That's okay, there are half-a-dozen here. One of them will work.

You take the next key and try it in both directions. It doesn't work. Then you try the next key and that one doesn't turn either. One by one you go through 5 more and not one of them opens. All of them are useless!

Every minuscule piece of restraint that you gathered together goes up in flames. Hysteria sends your chest into a wild rattling and you nearly collapse to the floor. Your body surges with an ache, every time your heart beats.

They don't work? How could they not work?!

Think calmly. Rationally. Please Y/n keep it together.

It's fine. They have to open something. They have to. There has to be a back door or a window. These keys will open something. And the worst-case scenario, if the keys don't work on any lock, you have Jungkook trapped. He isn't going anywhere. You have time to break a window or find a phone. 

Your phone! 

You can't believe it's taken you this long to think of it.  You had your phone in your backpack and you know your backpack came here with you because you were wearing it when he pulled you into the car. 

If you can find your backpack, you can find your phone and you can call the police. 

You have no idea where it is, but you have time to look. 

From the entrance hall, there are 6 possible directions. The front door, the small bedroom, the downstairs bathroom, the stairs, and the hall to the living room. The 6th door is one you have never seen past.  

Opening it, it leads you into the laundry. You nearly scream in elation as you find a heavy wooden door with a small window at head height. It's a door outside! 

You turn the knob and predictably find no easy escape. Cycling through the keys again your heart sinks just that little further as none of them work to your advantage. Frustration fills you to the brim and you scream in anger, slamming your fists over and over, beating anything you can make contact with. 

Why can't you just get out of here?!

Using that frustration you run in search throughout the remainder of the house, looking for any signs of your phone. Your sights first set on his room. You tear through his belongings. Ripping the room to shreds hoping to find your bag, or more keys, or anything. But after several minutes of scouring, left hot and sweating and panting, you have nothing to show for it but a sea of mess surrounding you. Y/n think. He isn't going to leave it anywhere you could find it. He's not that stupid. You're getting caught up and not thinking straight. Trying to find your phone is not the way to go. You need to focus on getting out of here first. There has to be a window behind that heavy curtain in the living room and a heavy chair should be able to do enough damage to get you free. 

Calm down and think logically.

You take a step towards the door and your body crashes into the carpet. Your knees are too unstable to hold you. Your mind is swallowed by fear. You just can't believe that you're not out yet. It's been nearly 10 minutes. You were supposed to be free by now! No stuck wandering your prison!

What if Jungkook breaks the door down? What if he catches you? Oh, God! What would he do to you?

You're driving yourself crazy with these thoughts. Get free Y/n. Find a window and get free. 

Burling down the stairs, your legs can hardly keep up with your momentum. In your head, you're picturing the broken open window you are about to create. You just need to throw the heavy black material to the side. Hell, one of these keys may even work on that back door. 

You're going to get out.

No sooner than your foot touches the bottom step you see something incomprehensible. 

Your body slams to a halt like you've hit a brick wall.

Jungkook. 

No! How?! Your head is rampant with so many intrusive thoughts that you can't make a steady idea.  

He's leaning against the hall entrance, his thick arms folded. Eyeing you with a haunting malevolence that you thought you'd never have to see again.  

"How?" Is all you can manage. Your restraint breaking, a flood of tears letting loose down your cheeks. 

Uncrossing his arms in a showy display, he lets you see a small black key in his palm. A boisterous laugh accompanying your wide-eyed despair. 

Your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing. Oh God, please, someone save me. 

There isn't any other choice but to run. You're so beyond fucked, the only hope you have is to hide and pray his anger subsides. 

Quickly scanning around the room, you make the fast decision to retreat up the stairs. His bedroom was unsuccessful last time, but if you can drag the chest of draws in front of the door, that might barricade the room well enough. Or you can try the second upstairs bedroom. You know the window is too high from up there, but maybe you will be able to attract attention from anyone nearby if you scream loud enough. That room has a chair you can use to block the door. You just have to move fast. 

Your darting look gives away your intentions. Seeing Jungkook notice your mental plan, you don't waste any time reacting. Stretching your legs as far as they will go, forcing as much power into them as possible, you bolt.

As you move so does Jungkook. But you're closer to the stairs than him. You're certain that you'll make it. 

Just when your foot connects with the bottom step a painful large chunk of your loose hair is caught. Instantly yanking you back, pulling you off the stairs onto the floor.

Drawn up through your hair, Jungkook hoists you onto your feet. Gasping in pain, you're unable to vocalize anything more. Hanging limply as he lifts you to the point of extension that your tiptoes just touch the floor. 

You want to thrash and kick and fight. But you can't. You've no control over your body anymore.  A fear-induced disconnect is separating your limbs from your mind. All you can manage is to limply push against his chest, trying to shove him away.

His dark, horrid chuckle fills your ringing ears and with his free hand he holds up the black key and demonstratively puts it in his pocket. Slowly, he lowers his face to yours, breaking past your barricading hands at his chest. His mouth resting just above your ear.

"You're going to wish you did what I told you."

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Hey 💖 can I request a Mafia Jungkook where the reader actually says something that hurts him - so much so that he is not able to talk to her for a while and almost ignores her and she is trying to make it up to him ? He does not cave at the beginning but then he can’t resist anymore. (A bit angsty and soft I Hope that does work somehow 😅) I was just wondering how a scenario like that would play out with a yandere character.

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More Than Too Much.

A/n: Thank you for the request liefje! Angsty and soft definitely worked for this. I hope you like it!

If anyone wants to request, you can here.

Trigger warning: Emotional abuse, panic attack, violence, manipulation

Mafia! Jungkook Yandere! Jungkook

It hurts more than you can describe. Panic has been overwhelming you more and more in the past months, and each time it's coming more rapidly giving you less rest in between to mend yourself back together. Leaving you with the sensation of drowning on dry land.

In the closet among the shoes and hanging clothes, Jungkook follows you into your hiding space. His eyes are soft and wide, looking at you like you're made of porcelain and might shatter if he were to only breathe wrong.

"Y/n," Jungkook coos. Kneeling near the door he allows space to remain between the two of you.

Each time your emotions swell you can not tolerate how urgent everything feels. It's as if your heart and soul are on fire, slowly burning away and turning to ash, while you are trapped motionless in a world that is doing the same. The next day, however, a cruel rationale and clarity are all that remain. And you are left with the self-induced shame of everything you said, everything you did, and all of the horrid things you had thought.

This is how you will feel tomorrow. In your head you know that's the case. You know you should stay silent because this feeling will pass and allowing yourself to act on it will only lead to regret, but seeing him, hearing the tender manner in which he speaks your name, you break.

You don't want his sympathies anymore. This is all his fault. He is the one who ripped your life away. Who changes in the blink of an eye and makes you unstable and consumed with fear. You want him to suffer as you do! You want every measurable inch of your pain to be lifted and to burden him instead, so he can understand what he does to you.

"Y/n. How can I help?" Jungkook leans forward with his arm outstretched. You reject him, bunching the heels of your palms into your eyes, shaking your head as you lean back from him. Retreating into the wall.

You just want to hurt him.

"You don't have to pretend anymore Jungkook." You whisper, a patchwork of words crafting into something whole. Something horrible.

There has been a thought you have had often. Something that you knew was so unbelievably cruel that the very first time it crossed your mind you immediately dismissed it. Feeling inhumane to have even let the words flit through your head. But as months passed and the torment continued, the thoughts festered. The words became clearer.

And now the fissure was erupting.

"Stop pretending that you're not just like your Father." You're watching him, your quietly spoken words draining the emotion from his face. "Everyone knows that you are. I hear your people talking, some of them even say you're worse than he was."

He never speaks about his parents. And the only time he ever did share it was something done in confidence when he was raw and vulnerable and broken.

"They all hate you. Just like they hated him." Your voice is starting to firm up. A cold satisfaction creeping up your spine as you witness his shock. "They're going to replace you. And then they're going to kill you, just like you killed your parents. Maybe they'll take your head off in the same way."

"Stop," Jungkook can only gape. Looking distressed and pale as his darkest fears pour out of the mouth of the only person he has ever loved.

"Why? You know it's true."

"Y/n. Don't do this. Please." His voice wavers.

"Don't do this? That's funny. I've said those words to you so many times and you've never listened." You scoff with venom. His pain is making you feel powerful, making you feel in control for once.

But it's not enough. You're hurting him, but it's still not enough.

"Maybe you're like this because of what your parents did to you." You smile coldly. Your eyes harbouring malicious intent. "But I need you to know Jungkook, that every time they hurt you, all the horrible things you told me they did to you; you deserved every bit of it. I really, really hope you know that."

He looks as if a knife had been plunged into his chest. And that is exactly how you felt as you wielded those words. As if you were piercing his heart.

Standing up, he is unable to look at you. His head angled towards the ground, trying his best to hide the glassiness in his eyes. "Let me know if there is anything I can do for you," he restates so very quietly. Fleeing from you before you can do any further damage.

Just as you predicted you spent the night feeling justified and victorious at having wounded Jungkook. As you woke the next day, though, you felt nothing but a dark, deep, dense sense of guilt. An overwhelming salience making you feel horrible for once again letting yourself be overcome by self-pity and despondency, and mostly, you are filled with regret for the hateful things you said to Jungkook.

You know the brutal history of his family and you know that it is nothing you should have ever used in an attempt to hurt him. No matter who he is or what he has done, capitalizing on his trauma like that was barbaric and wrong.

But now that it was spoken you didn't know what to say. You want to say sorry, but once you've said I'm glad your family abused you, sorry just doesn't really cut it.

On previous occasions when you had had a breakdown, the following day Jungkook would be especially caring and comforting. He would make it his mission to ensure you felt loved, secure, and reassured. Nearly allowing you to overlook how monstrous he could be.

On this occasion, however, Jungkook was scarcely seen by you. He was still polite and sweet, kissing you good morning, asking you if you wanted coffee, but you could feel the devastation done. His interactions were all surface level. There was a disconnect between the two of you like there had only ever been when you were first locked in this house.

And like how you were back then, it was as if Jungkook was scared to be in your presence. Constantly finding excuses to be elsewhere in the house. Cutting your conversations short. Avoiding getting close to you in any way. Seeming to retreat at every opportunity.

His aversion to you lasted for days, on the verge of weeks, and your subtle methods of reparations for the damage were well and truly cast aside. Until you could no longer stand it. 

It was a strange feeling knowing that he was avoiding you. In brief moments where you would try to absolve yourself of remorse, you toyed with the idea that this dynamic should make you feel powerful. But you were unable to trick yourself into believing that. You didn't feel strong, you felt hollow and heartbroken.

You know he isn't perfect, you are fully aware of how far from perfect he is, but you're also aware that there are different sides to him. While you can't give yourself permission to forgive him, you understand that there are reasons why he is the way he is. And those reasons are why he needs you. Why you're supposed to be a source of comfort and reassurance for him. You're not meant to be just another person in this world that he needs to guard against, who would use his weaknesses against him. 

And you know you have to fix what you've broken for your sake and his.

"Jungkook," you call, knocking on his office door. Normally you're wise enough to avoid this part of the house. 50% of the time when Jungkook is in his study it means he's involved with work and has become an entirely different person. But right now that's the person you needed. 

"Jungkook," you knock again, a little louder. A little more determined. 

"What?" His muffled voice is rough.

Every bone in your body is instinctually crying out to run. Telling you not to touch the hot stove. Not to poke the angry bear. Or play with the venomous snake. But you've tried to resolve this with the kind gentle parts of Jungkook. You've apologised and talked to him a dozen times in hopes of repairing what harm you did, but that part of him is too skilled at ignoring his unwanted emotions. He has closed up. He's told you he's not angry, that he forgives you and understands. But day to day nothing is changing. 

Even if this could possibly be the worst idea you have ever had, you need to get him to truthfully express himself. You need him to get angry and honest.  

In response to his irritated call back you abruptly enter the room. His questioning glare as you approach his desk is enough to confirm your assumptions of danger. 

"Jungkook," You try to shore up your voice and deliver your statement with confidence. "we need to talk."

"Are you thick?" He gestures to his desktop. He's in a video call. His computer screens are filled with several other members of his crew.

Seeing them, your heart pounds and your mouth dries. No matter how you've prepared yourself, the possible explosive repercussions are impossible to be calm for. The only small solace you can reasure yourself with is the fact that Jungkook's video and sound are off. If other people had seen you interrupt him, if he thought you had embarrassed him... you can't imagine what he might do to you.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, that you can just demand my time?"

You're sure he can see the tremor in your hands, the nervousness on your face, the fear in your eyes. But you refuse to let yourself back down. The fury you've instigated is considerable anyway. There are going to be consequences in any case. You just can't come away empty-handed now.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry. For what I did. Saying such cruel things was completely uncalled for and I know-." 

His energy gets intense and icy. The veins swell up and down his forearms as his fists curls on the desk. 

"Get out, now." He says in a hushed, flat tone, cutting you off. Looking ready to demolish you. 

Shaking your head, you fight every inch of common sense that is screaming out for you to retreat, and instead, you stand firm. Your breath outwardly shuddering.

He bounds from his seat, kicking the chair back so ferociously that it smacks the wall and topples over. Heavily pounding on the desk as he stares you down. 

"Get out now!" He bellows.

The hairs on the back of your arms stand as if electricity is passing through you. But again you shake your head. Feeling such a terrible tremble that you are unaware if your movements are coming across as smooth at all.

"No. I'm not going anywhere until we fix this." You squeak, no power backing your words.  

Storming around the side of his desk Jungkook bashes into you, shoving and barreling you out of the room. Forcing you into the hallway. He is so consumed by his own actions that you are able to surprise him, using his own momentum and a deeply entangled grip on his shirt you drag him out of the room with you. Remaining relentlessly firm as he charges forward, ramming your back into the bannister. 

"I am about 2 seconds from throwing you over this railing," he digs his knuckles into your chest, leaning you back over the 2nd-floor balcony. "Keep pushing baby, and we'll see who's the first to get pushed too far."

"I know I hurt you." You whisper, watching his eyes go wide. You can't be sure if it's from what you've said or because you're still not backing down, even when you both know how very real his threat is. "What I said- I don't believe it. I promise. And I promise I'll never bring it up again."

"Shut up," Jungkook growls through bared teeth, his fingers bunching in your shirt. 

"I don't want you to fear me or avoid me like you did your parents. And I don't want you to worry about looking weak or exposed around me, like you do with your men," Partly from the hurt in your heart as you recant the way you used his weakest parts to harm him, and partly out of fear, you begin to cry.

"I said shut up!" His hand wraps around your throat, constricting tightly as he continues to hold you back.

A white glare and black spots quickly fill your sight, his coiled fingers stopping you from inhaling. But still, you hold to him as tightly as you can. Not willing to let go, physically or metaphorically.

"I-love-" you wheeze out all that you can. No air left in your lungs. Your sight blackening.

For a moment you feel your knees collapse, and instinctually you jar them to catch yourself. Hands holding you up as you teeter. Your breath quickly returned to normal. Your vision spinning for a moment as you regain clarity.

Stretching your eyes wide, you are trying to take an account of him. To assess his state and the hazard.

He is hunched over. His bind is so embedded in your loose hanging shirt that his knuckles are whitening. His teeth creaking from how tightly they are clenched. Tears silently peaking out of his tensely shut eyes rolling in waves down his cheeks.

He is trying with everything he has to restrain his emotion and yet, he isn't strong enough.

Watching him endure such grief, seeing him experiencing such raw emotion, your walls buckle and a floodgate of tears flows from you also.

Bit by bit his legs give way and he drops to his knees. His face is buried in the bunched up material of your top as if he is hiding.

Wanting to comfort him, protect him, reassure him, and beg for his forgiveness all at once, you wrap your arms around his head. Holding him close to you. Cradling him. Supporting his weight from further collapse. Feeling the wet from his tears soaking through to your skin.

"I love you, Jungkook. I'm so so sorry." You weep.

Your words said in kindness bring forth an audible sob from deep in his chest. His own thoughts fueling the melancholy and ardent unease within him.

"I promise, I will never ever say that again. I'll never hurt you again."

"Stop-" he croaks. His arms wrap around you, dragging you closer and firmer to him until he draws you down to the floor with him. "You don't have to say sorry. You should- I shouldn't- I know I- I-" he stutters.

Worse than ever your heart is breaking. This is the harm, the danger, the insanity, that comes with having fallen in love with Jungkook.

You know him so well that you know what he is thinking. What he is trying to say from only hearing his tone and the broken portions of what he is trying to articulate. And right now you understand, finally, that his aversion to you is based on hurt and trauma, but mostly out of guilt for how truthful he feels your accusations were.

He has been avoiding you, not because he was afraid of you, but because he was afraid of what he feels a deep need to do. To apologise.

But you know he can't do that. He can't apologise to you. You know he can't admit guilt or blame. To do so would crack his self-made facade so entirely. It would contradict his merciless, unrelenting side, and it would confront his gentle, compassionate half, making him acknowledge everything he tries to repress. To apologise and give weight to those feelings would ruin him. But you can feel it- feel that he wants to. You can feel everything he needs to say and all the things he wishes he could repent for.

And for you, for now, that is enough.

So while it may not be everything you need your heart sings in elation as you hear the words that you know will mend your divide and bring back warmth and tenderness to your relationship.

"I forgive you," he whispers.

[raggaraddy]

The Devil's Pet

6: Unveiling a Monster

Master Taehyung x reader. Submissive Jimin.

Summary: Taehyung said there would be no repercussions for the way you behaved at the party, but that rule only applied to you, not Jimin.

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, D/s themes, smut, restraint, punishment, forced erotic stimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, caning, abuse.

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It was like sleeping on a marshmallow. You haven't slept that well the entire time you have been here.

At exactly 8:00 am Jimin came in with a tray of breakfast. However, because of the party the night before, you didn't fall asleep until 3:00 am and were woken up by Taehyung at 7-ish, so 8 was far too early to be thinking about food.

Now at around 2:00 pm, it's a much more comfortable time to be woken by the abrupt opening of curtains and the sudden intrusion of daylight.

"Miss, I am sorry. But Master Kim is awake and I do not think it is wise to be sleeping while he is about." He re-hands you the cloche serving tray full of hot food. He must have remade them. Unless this is a magic cloche that keeps food warm for 6 hours. But most likely this servile boy went out of his way to make new food for you after the first batch went untouched.

"No, it's fine. It feels strange to sleep till such a time anyway. Namjoon would definitely have fired me if I showed up to work at 2 in the afternoon." You say. With a subtle smile, Jimin is trying to remain engaged in the conversation but he's kind of socially awkward. He can be forgiven though. Having your entire life focused around attending to a Masters's needs would make anyone confused about normal social behaviour.

"Will that be all, Miss?" He asks barely above a squeak.

"Ah, so-um," You're trying to think of something to make this conversation flow. A week in and you still know nothing about this flower child. "Yeah. Um-so, how old are you?" You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, with a satisfying crunch of toast as you stuff your mouth.

"I am 26 Miss."

"Wow. I could have sworn you were younger. You look heaps younger." You nod fervently trying to draw him in. But all you get is a blank, confused expression and a small nod back. Think. You click your tongue, "Ah, so how long have you worked here?" Another inspired spontaneously constructed question. You are determined to get him to converse. You are used to interacting with lively, vivacious people and seeing as everyone you have contact with at the moment are; one timorous boy and one egotistical narcissist, you'll have to work with what you're given.

"M-Miss, I have chores to attend to." He says looking back to the door longingly. 

"Oh. Oh yeah, no worries. I get it." You rush awkwardly. He bows, his eyes revealing relief. "Just one last question. Do you-do you like working for Taehyung?"

A small genuine smile peaks onto his face. "Yes. Master Kim is caring and kind. I very much appreciate being able to serve him." 

You can accept his declaration as honest, but you just don't understand it.

If Jimin is being truthful, which he very much seems to be, then that means there are multiple sides to Kim Taehyung. So far though, you have only seen the rude, arrogant, manipulative side of him. You wouldn't even think to attach the words caring or kind to such a man and you don't know how Jimin can. Not after the number of injuries you have seen on him in only 8 days.

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"Where did you put my clothes?" Fresh from a shower, you ask after your very meagre belongings. Looking through the walk-in closet doors the space is empty. In place of Jimin's reply, Taehyung interrupts instead.

"I ordered them thrown out." He says steadily. His sudden deep timbre catches you off guard. 

"What? Why?!" You bluster in response, spinning around and are further startled by a shirtless Elite in sweatpants.

"They were abhorrent. You will be provided new clothing once you are more tamed." He sounds almost proud of himself.

His words replay in your head as you have to force yourself to shift your fixation from his chest to his face, feeling your mouth getting dry. It takes a few seconds for you to process what he has said, but as the realization of what he said dawns on you, you become riddled with irritation.

"Are you kidding me?" You scowl, shaking your head. "You must have been wasted last night cause for a moment there you actually seemed human. But you're still just as much of an asshole as I thought you were." 

Jimin holds his hand out for you mid-sentence, offering to accept your towel. Your wild, aggressive movements as you flick it into his arms almost feels like punctuation to your irritated chiding.

Ugh, caring and kind my ass. Jimin must have been brainwashed.

"Come here pet." Taehyung's smirk grows from subtle to prominent, looking like one and the same with all of the conceited jerks from last night. Pointing to the space at his feet he calls you to it like a dog.

Your face skews in detest and you shake your head to replace the word no, feeling it almost slipping free in frustration. "You got rid of all my clothes without even asking me. You can come here!" You scoff, pointing at your feet. Annoyingly it doesn't claw any reaction from him. 

While you understand they were only clothes they were literally the last things in the entire world that you owned and he threw them out without a care or thought. What happens when you are finally able to leave? You'll have nothing.

"Come here." He enunciates. 

Gritting your teeth you have to stop yourself from outright screaming, "Do you even care that you threw away everything I own?"

"Last warning pet, here. Now." He snaps his fingers, signalling again to the space under him. His arrogance making your blood boil.

"No!" You shout back, his derogatory tone obliterating all sense. Ugh. Instantly your forehead scrunches, realizing your mistake.

The sharpness of the collar overcomes you, dropping you onto the cold tiles. Its painful swell feels so much more intense than in previous times. Hot pain spiking and rippling throughout your body in a wave of burning agony. Catching your breath in your chest while you endure it.  

In the aftermath, your face is pressed against the ceramic. The soothing cool helps with the residual pain that is ebbing through you. 

"I have a task for you," Now standing over you, Taehyung offers his hand for you to accept. With deliberate showy intention, you reject it. Stiffly rolling onto your back. Raising onto your elbows. Glaring at him the whole while. 

Intertwining his fingers he squats beside you. Signalling over your shoulder he calls Jimin into the mix. Catching sight of a glint of purpose in his eye makes you nervous.

His servant passes in front of you, standing to the right of his Master. Handing over a thin metalic rod with a gripped handle made from braided leather. A cane. It's a bendable material, a bit thicker than a straw but nearly half a meter long. Looking as light as plastic but as sturdy as steel.

Your jaw stiffens. Your face becomes heated. "If you try to hit me with that, I'll shove it up your ass!" A breathiness to your voice quashes the potency of your threat. Not delivering it as menacingly as you had intended. Lifting up, you lean on your palms, trying to get into a more defensible position. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Taehyung holds it out for you to take. Apprehensive and unsure, you still decide to take it though. It's better to have it in your hands than his. 

"Jimin, undress," The Elite instructs without a spared glance. But of course, his servant follows immediately, dropping his shirt to the floor.

Utterly unprepared for what you are piecing together, you watch Jimin with wide eyes. His soft blonde hair is hanging over his face as he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide the shame in his sea-blue eyes.

"You are going to punish Jimin for his disobedience last night." Taehyung takes the bad you assumed and manages to make it worse. Your stomach churns from his horrendous words and reactively you hurl the cane away from you, flinging it to the opposite side of the room.

There is no chance in hell that you are doing that!

You shake your head in a continuous motion, slowly beginning to scoot backwards. "I'm not doing that." You scowl, dismissing the idea flatly. If he thinks you would ever do anything like that to anyone, let alone Jimin, he is out of his mind.

"Don't you first want to know what he did?" He straightens up, following to where the cane landed. You take the chance to scurry to your feet also, improving your defensive stance.

Shaking your head again vehemently you're at a loss of what to say. You want to defend Jimin but are also cautious of saying anything out of fear of worsening this situation. You clearly have a terrible track record and this time it's not just you at risk. 

You're at a loss. You can not imagine a reason for anyone to hurt this sweet young man, but you especially can not comprehend any cause for Taehyung, who Jimin serves so completely and wholeheartedly, to hurt him. You had seen a handful of bumps and bruises colouring him in the past few days, and while that made you feel terrible enough, what Taehyung is suggesting now is just barbaric.

"What did he do?" You ask, trying to give off the impression of calm and reason but mostly to buy time.

He brings the cane back to you and again holds it out for you. Clenching your fists, you ball up your hands behind your back refusing to accept it. Internally screaming no over and over. He only shrugs at your near childish, defiant refusal.

"Jimin, what did you do wrong?" The Master prods response.

A red blush spans across Jimin's cheeks, highlighting the freckles under his eyes. His lips slightly turn down at their corners and in a fleeting glimpse, you can see them waver before he quickly composes himself. "During the past evening's event, Master wanted Miss Y/n to behave as she normally would. I interfered, telling her to be more polite towards his guests."

That's the reason? That's not a reason! He should be happy, grateful even for Jimin stopping you from driving his friends away. Not using it as some flimsy, half baked reason to punish him!

"And why did you do this?" Taehyung probes further, swinging the cane over his shoulder.

"I didn't wish for Miss Y/n to do something that would cause repercussions in the future."

Your heart melts. This can't be real. He is getting punished because of you? Again. This is like your worst nightmare. How do you keep being the cause of this guy's suffering!

Taehyung walks around behind Jimin, running his hand through his slave's mousy blonde mop of hair, tugging on it lightly. Seeing them standing so close, Jimin is much shorter than his Elite. He is maybe 2 inches or so taller than you, but in comparison, it looks as if he is being towered by Taehyung.

"Little pet, when it comes to you our Jimin here seems to have a soft spot. And while I encourage my property to get along, I will not accept this new disobedient behaviour from my servant. Am I understood Jimin?" He redirects the questioning.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, please forgive me." He begs with a sturdy, passionate sincerity. His timerous voice cracking slightly. 

Brushing back Jimin's hair, Taehyung circles to the front of his repentant slave. Standing tall and lofty. "You are forgiven. Make sure you learn from your punishment." He hushes, the adage intended to be heard by the 2 of them only. "Y/n come here. You are going to administer Jimin's punishment." He restates as if the added information of why Jimin is being punished will somehow have made you compliant.

"No." You say resolutely. 

The collar doubles you over before you even get your breath out. You try and fight to stay standing but fail, crashing onto your side in a miserable heap.

Ugh, that fucking word!

You can hear Taehyung chuckling above you as if he is enjoying your distress. Sadistic fuck!

Inside your mind you are screaming, passionately arguing and unequivocally telling him that 'You can shock me all you want, but there is no fucking way I am hurting him!' But outside of your thoughts you can only pant and heave. Gasping to pull in any oxygen. A pain in your head throbbing so intensely that your eyesight is blurring.

"Fine," he concludes, the torture of the collar finally dimming, "then come here." This time, instead of to his feet he points at the training chain still bolted to the floor.

Shaking your head with a groan, you try and fail to get yourself into any kind of upright position. You've not yet had even 12 hours of freedom from that freaking chain. You're not getting hooked back up to it without a fight. 

"I am not going to ask again Y/n. Here. Now." His growled demand drops his voice a whole octave. The gruffness and displeasure laced in it is unsettling, but it will not change your answer. He can ask as many times as he wants to, but the answer is going to remain no. "What do you expect to achieve from shaking your head," He chuckles. "I can't force you to swing the cane, but this I can make you do. You either come of your own volition or I hurt you and then drag you here. In either case, you obey."

It's absolutely infuriating that he's right. There is too much injustice in the world if this man is able to have all the power and money he could ever need and yet he only uses it to beat helpless serfs, knock over old ladies, and keep you tied to the floor. He doesn't deserve the title or the benefits of being an Elite. He deserves to have his ass kicked!

Walking into your personal space Taehyung strikes an imposing figure. Still, you try to hold your ground, unwilling to let him think he has the upper hand. It's all for naught though, bending over he hooks into the ring of your collar moving faster than you can counter. And by the time you flinch he already yanks you forward. Turning you into an ungraceful series of flailed limbs as he all but drags you along the tiles. 

Throwing his hand down in the centre of the room he tosses you to the floor like you are nothing. His knee resting on your shoulder keeps you pinned down as he fastens the lock, fixing you to the floor once again.  

With a slew of vile insults and foul language ready to spit forth, Taehyung preemptively interjects.

"You are not going to speak until I tell you. If you do, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand pet?" He asks, encircling Jimin, standing at his back with the cane in hand as before.

Jimin is motionless looking downs at his interlaced fingers. His uncovered chest rising and lowering in small quick breaths. A subtle expression of unease in his eyes.

You can't believe he is actually going to do this. This is so sick.

Taehyung draws his arm back swinging the rod over Jimin's bare back. A frightening crack ricochets through the room. The blow is so powerful that Jimin's entire body lurches forward. His right foot stepping out of place to brace himself and return to position. But still, he doesn't make a sound. Even though discomfort is apparent on his face, his eyes are watering and his jaw is clenched, he doesn't make a peep. 

"Stop it!" You roar, the outburst scratching your throat. You race onto your feet, trying to get to Jimin, to help him, knowing he won't help himself. Though momentarily you forget the chain is keeping you pinned until it catches and jerks you back to the ground. Hitting the tiles with a hefty thud. "Stop." You whine with a deflated moan.

Looking up your heart briefly sings with elation as Taehyung actually comes away from Jimin. Walking over to you with the cane once again poised over his shoulder.

"Is there something wrong with your hearing, or is it common sense you lack? I warned you that there would be severe consequences if you spoke." He scolds coarsely. His harsh tone makes your stomach sink and replaces all relief with anxiety. "You've just earned Jimin another 5 lashes." Bending over he flexes the sturdy rod behind his shoulders.

You feel nothing but panic.

He has to be kidding. He has to be saying that just to make his point. Right?

"Okay, fine." You try to backtrack out of harm. Hoping to cool the situation. "I won't talk anymore, okay." You consign breathily, shaking your hands. Being painfully aware in this moment, more than any other, that he holds all the power.

Chuffing, he stands upright, flicking his hair back. "It must be common sense." He smiles coldly. "That's another 5. Care to keep going."

No fucking way!

You open your mouth to protest but bite back your rage. Shaking your head in disbelief. He can't do this! 

Your focus moves to Jimin hoping to get any sign or input from him on how to proceed, however, he is unchanged. His eyes fastened on the floor. 

This is insanity. You can not understand either of their reactions. Not the cruelty. Not the complicity. How are you supposed to sit here and allow this to happen? How can you do anything more and risk hurting Jimin further? 

Observing your silence through your noticeable internal struggle the Elite seems satisfied with your concession. Sauntering backwards with a prominent smile, he returns behind Jimin. Your stomach churns as you watch him start again, knowing whatever the number, you've added 10 more of those vicious hits that Jimin will have to survive. 

Watching for your reaction Taehyung delivers an unrelenting strike. Your heart breaks hearing the snap. It spikes the hairs on the back of your neck. And a shiver runs across your entire body as he falls into a rhythm cracking hit after hit against Jimin's back. The number swiftly soaring into double digits. 

Too quickly, the fragile boy is not able to contain his cries any longer. Tears rolling down his face, his lip firmly bitten between his teeth to quiet himself. It's harrowing to watch. Strike after strike you see his position hunching. Little by little he is bending to the furiosity of the cane, trying desperately to remain upright. His hands by his sides quaking in clenched fists. 

As the numbers reach the 20s your hands are tightly bunched over your ears, frantically wanting to shut out the sharp sounds of his flesh being stricken. You are trying beyond measure to keep your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to beg the merciless Elite to stop. Wielding all of your willpower to keep yourself from doing that. 

Unable to support his own weight any longer, Jimin's legs buckle under him. Now knelt and trying immensely to keep himself from further collapse, a puddle of tears has formed below him. His chest, stomach and face washed with tears. Muted sobs of pain causing his shoulders to shudder.

But Taehyung, who appears indifferent to his anguish, doesn't cease.

Right when you're on the brink of exploding an air of stillness fills the room. Your eyes dart to the two of them praying that this is the end and are alleyed to see Taehyung stepping to the side, throwing the cane onto the bed. A pleased glow about him. 

"You may now speak."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You scream. Leaping again to your feet. With a higher stance, you are able to see over Jimin fully. His back is wrapped in long red welts that cross and overlap. Littered with marks that have already begun to purple and raise and are lined by strips of cut and broken skin, and dark bruises. "You're sick! You're a monster!"

"Careful pet." He warns with far too much amusement. He is still so unused to being yelled at that he nevertheless regards your outbursts as entertaining. 

You hate him so much! "Fuck you!" In opposition to your fury, he laughs. 

Invading your space, he has you stepping back quickly reaching the limit of the chain. He doesn't come at you, however. Instead, he uses the biolock at the base of the restrains to free it and with a forceful tug tears you onto the floor. Sprawled out on your stomach, you push yourself up right away, only to have his weight secure you. 

All your struggling, all your swearing and fighting is for nothing. Too easily he drags your hands behind your back and, using the length of chain still joined to you, restains them. 

"Get off me!" You bark, kicking your legs. Resisting with all your might. 

Wrapping the metal around your forearms a few times he brings the loose end back over your shoulder and clips it to the collar's ring. Your arms are crossed over one another, bound to your back, holding your chest stretched, and pulling the collar into your throat. While also being crushed against the floor you are nearly not able to inhale. Your fight petering as your focus is consumed by trying to stop yourself from choking. 

"Jimin, you can leave," Taehyung calls back over his shoulder. Making you feel both relieved ad abandoned as you hear Jimin hurriedly flee from the room.

Gasping as he hoists you up, you instantly are able breathe easier. At the same moment, your fight is reinvigorated but his sheer strength has him immovable and no matter how you struggle he continues to lead you towards the bed. 

Sitting down first he drags you over his lap. His legs digging into your gut, your face smothered into the blankets. 

"Get off," you shriek feeling one of his hands sliding down your lower back, cupping your butt, his other hand is pressing you into his thighs, making sure that your efforts to break free are futile. "Fuck off!"

"I'll give you one chance to apologise, pet." He says calmly. However, the vale is omitted from his threat. His fingertips digging into the meat of your ass. 

Your anger won't settle. How dare he tell you to apologise after he unjustly beat Jimin. After everything he has done! 

"No! Never!" You growl, fully prepared to feel the sting of the collar.

As it kicks in you wince expecting pain but are instead filled with a pleasurable warmth that spreads through your body, down to the tips of your toes. A flood of tingles rushing to your core, making your hips ache in instantaneous desire. 

No, no! Not this.

"I'm sure you'll regret your decision." He taunts with a haughty chuckle. 

Holding you still, Taehyung's palm comes down swiftly on your ass. You swallow a gasp, biting your teeth together firmly. Your mind spinning in confusion realizing his strike isn't near the intensity that you witnessed him beating Jimin with. While there was a very mild sting it is far more temperate than you had expected. And even more unexpectedly the smack sent sparks swarming down your legs, up your back, and through your centre. Exacerbating the lustful impact of the collar. 

You count the hits internally. Feeling each and every one building a throb within you. Feeling your pussy start to gush. It's unravelling you sooner than you can preserve your composure. With your leg kicking up at the knee, you desperately attempt to hold yourself together and stop yourself from reacting in the way that your body wants to. But on the 7th hit, his large hand slips around the curve of your ass, rubbing the inside of your naked thigh and you intrinsically move to accommodate him. Spreading your legs. Lifting your ass higher. 

He swats you again and this time you don't have the sense to deny a moan that pours out. Your hips fully bucking back into his hand. 

Hit after hit, and like Jimin you reach a succession of 20. But unlike Jimin, you don't want him to stop. In fact, you want more. Your overflowing, juices running down your trembling legs. The steady build-up of the collar's effect seems enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough to give you any relief. You're needy. Salacious. And painfully aware of how empty you are.

You need to be touched. You need something. You wish his fingers would push inside you- they're so close, you can't take it anymore. You need to be filled. 

But you can't. You know what he is trying to do and you can not bring yourself to say it. You're not going to ask him for it. You're not going to apologise either. You've done nothing wrong. Jimin did nothing wrong. 

You don't know what kind of fucked up manipulation this is, but no matter how hard it is Taehyung isn't going to get anything from you. Not this way. Not any way.

With a final hard smack, one that truly hurts, he throws you off him. Pushing you back onto the bed in an unstable heap. The weight of your own body crushing your arms. Leaving you to struggle as he disappears from your sight. 

You can't believe how much of a mess you are right now. Even laying here, not being touched in any way you can feel the heat swarming through you. No matter how your thoughts are fighting against it, how entirely you know that this is only caused by a device stimulating electrical pulses in your brain, you can not control or dim how absolutely ravenous you are. You feel like you're going crazy. 

All you can do is try to keep yourself quiet and wait for him to shut it off. 

Grabbing you by the ankle, he unexpectedly drags you over to the edge of the bed. Shoving and maneuvering you as he likes he rolls you onto your stomach. Reaching around the front of you he separates the chain from the collar, slowly unwrapping you, giving you a moment of alleviation from the pressure on your arms until the pins and needles set in and you begin to swarm with static. 

Unfinished with his fierce demands, he doesn't allow even a moment to stretch. Throwing something long and hard on the bed he tosses you onto your back once again. 

The next part happens all to quickly. You try to sit up but are thrown down. Catching a glimpse of a smirk on Taehyung's face, you see out of the corner of your eye him moving the foreign object around until it is above your head. Using one hand to move your arms up and over the edge of the bed, and the other to hold you down, in 1, 2 swift motions he binds your hands in place. 

Craning your head back, you can see he has locked you into a silver, solid metal bar with immoveable metal cuffs crafted on either end. The bar is on the other side of the bedpost and you're on the mattress, trapping you to the bed's frame. 

This is deranged. Why are you always locked up?!

Even as your anger flares up, your heart pounding in your chest, the waves of pleasure never cease inside you. To a point that the 2 opposing sensations start to clash, overwhelming you. Your eyes watering. You can't even think of what to say. You just need him to turn it off now.

Taking a moment. Pausing to look over you and admire the predicament you're in his hand runs around your neck, lingering just under the band. His gentle caress only furthing the harassment of lust on your body. 

"Little pet," he purrs provocatively. "This," intentionally he punctuates his word by tapping the collar. "This simple little toy, that is making you feel so good at the moment," his fingers trail lower, gliding between your bare breasts. His nails scratching you lightly, ripping a moan from you as electricity shoots from your brain down through your stomach to your dripping, aching pussy. "is going to stay on until I hear that apology from you. However long that might take." 

You're stuck there in shock, starting to pant. Your mouth going dry as you tug and pull on the restraint, bashing it against the wood post searching for any give. 

"And since you've been so very disrespectful, I expect you to think of some way to make it up to me, otherwise I may just reject your apology and see how long I can keep you on the brink of ecstasy until you break."

You want to say sorry. You want to ask him to stop, or more honestly to keep going and to let you cum, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Pride and hubris won't let you. 

And neither apparently will Taehyung. Not sparing you the chance to gather yourself or your thoughts, he turns on heel with a wink. The soft click of the door echoing among the clanking of your binds. 

You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

[raggaraddy]

Uhm, normally I don't really bother, but are you the real author of my cruel kidnapper? I wouldn't want a person who originally wrote it on wattpad to be finding someone stealing their work and just changing the characters name...

Oh my god, I feel like I've been caught cheating on Wattpad 😂😂

Yes chicky, I am the original author. If you search raggaraddy on Wattpad you'll find I also posted a few of my Tumblr stories there. I was editing MCK and Devil's Pet one day, and I figured they would be fun over here too.

Thinking about it, I probably should have posted a disclaimer on the off chance I got caught 🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for looking out and protecting my story, you're my hero!

Lots of love xxx raggaraddy 💜💜💜

[raggaraddy]

OMG HOW ARE YOUUU HOPE YOURE DOING OK🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

.... Well Tumblr just glitched on me and I lost 3-4 hours worth of writing. So I'm going to go have a drink and cry. 😭😭😭

But apart from that, I'm aces. 🤯🤯🤯

I have got to stop writing my drafts on this freaking site!

Learn from me children. Only write where auto save is possible. 💜💜💜😅

xxx raggaraddy

[raggaraddy]

Hi I just read your oneshot bout jungkook, where she gets drunk and slap him and I was wondering if you could do one where with youngi.

Purpose

A/n: Glad to hear you liked the JK version! Thank you for the request and the long wait during my hiatus xxx 💜💜💜

You can make requests here.

Trigger warning: Smut, oral, facial, imprisonment, violence, abuse, alcohol, binge drinking.

Yoongi Assassin! Yoongi

You are so screwed!

Yoongi had been gone for a few days, and in a rare moment of forethought he actually told you in advance that he was going to be leaving. However, he told you he would be gone for four days. Not three.

Normally, you were a well-behaved prisoner. You never do anything against the rules- not intentionally. You're convinced that you'll get caught, so you just don't risk it. In fact, over the past few months, your behaviour had been so good that Yoongi had steadily begun to fill your room with more and more. By now you have a TV, stereo, games; both board and console, art supplies, toys and so many other little things for you to occupy your time when you're in isolation.

But still, even with so much to distract you, it's hard not to remember that you are locked up and alone. Just once you wanted to do something that would help you forget your cage and turn your brain off.

On hearing that Yoongi was going to be gone for half a week you were eager to take advantage of that knowledge. And the day before he left, when he was distracted in his shed, you snuck a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet. It was an old bottle. One that had been in his liquor cabinet collecting dust since long before you arrived. You were certain he would never miss it because it seemed like he was never going to drink it.

You would just apply the same trick you did to your father's alcohol collection when you were younger. All you need to do is refill the bottle with a strong back tea and seal it back up. This one has a cork stopper and a wax seal, which is child's play. A hot spoon over the wax and he will never know the difference. And by the time he does open it, well if you're still here by then, clearly you have larger issues.

You were organized and ready. You had everything scheduled and planned out to make sure that you would never get caught. The problem is that you were expecting him home tomorrow. Not today. And you have been drinking all afternoon. Worse still, after months of not being allowed to drink your alcohol tolerance is shit.

Which means right now you were hammered.

Hearing the heavy thud of the front door, you kept assuring yourself that it would be okay if only he didn't unlock your door. However, in another rarity, that was the first thing he did. Now you're in a terrible predicament because you know if you don't rush out like you normally do it's going to look suspicious. But if you go out there it's fairly obvious that your drunk.

Your only hope is to sober yourself up, but all you have to help you is a splash of water and some mouth wash. So you will simply have to pray to any deity that will listen that it's enough to help you pass by. And hopefully, he'll stick to his coming-home ritual; showering, eating, and retreating to his office for the remainder of the night.

In the best-case scenario, 30 to 40 minutes from now you should be in the clear. You just need to stay out of his way.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room you are trying hard to make your eyes focus as you stare down at the swirling colours of the TV remote. You were hating yourself so incredibly much right now. Just before you were surprised with Yoongi's early return you were having an internal debate as to whether you should have one more drink, or not. There was only a little remaining in the bottle and in a moment of genius you decided that regaurdless of already feeling super tipsy it would be better to finish the rest, because it would be smarter not to drink at all tomorrow. That way there was no chance of being caught by Yoongi in this exact position. But even though it turned out to be more than a little bit, you still downed it like it was a shot.

And now you feel sick for so many different reasons.

Walking downstairs after having a shower Yoongi's honey blonde hair is still damp and flicked in every direction. You're watching him out of the corner of your eye, trying your best to not make it too obvious. But honestly, at this time you have no measure of how you're behaving. Your eyes are swaying back and forth like you're on the deck of a ship at high sea. Just holding your breath until the moment he shuts himself in his study so you can relax and drink a gallon of water.

Instead though, of going downstairs into the kitchen, in another unprecedented turn of events he comes to the couch and sits next to you.

Somehow forgetting the way you normally sit, move, or even breathe, you are restlessly on the edge of the cushion, feeling gawkish in your own skin.

"Y/n," he calls lowly, holding his hand out for you to take. "Come here,"

Your body feels like it's moving jittery and slower than you're meaning to. Following his instruction you do your best impersonation of a sober person. But even in this state, you're smart enough, or paranoid enough to know that he knows.

"Why?" You hesitate to take his hand.

He smiles knowingly and you realise your mistake right away. You are always too eager for his physical contact and attention, almost needy and desperate for it. Hesitating in any way to his offer of affection? Well if it wasn't already obvious that something was wrong with you, it had taken less than 2 seconds for you to act abnormally.

You overcorrect. Jolting forward you take his hand in yours, staring at him attentively to try to predict what he is thinking and how he is going to react.

"I-" you cough on your own miss-timed inhale, nerves getting the better of you. "I-um. I- did you have a good trip?" You ask, hoping to god you're speaking clearly.

"Do we want to pretend like we don't both know what you've done?" He asks. Smiling wider, the right corner of his mouth lifting.

Clumsily springing up from the seat you snatch your hand back, refusing to believe how truly fucked you are.

"I don't know-I-ah have to go to the toilet." You blurt out, making a persistent effort to escape this situation and the truth.

"Stop." You hear the leather of the couch squeak. Freezing in place, you feel him quickly enter your space. His chest pressing to your back. His chin brushing past your ear. "Do you want me to tell you something you didn't know Y/n?"

Your hands come up to your chest in a defensive brace. Too anxious and inebriated to find the words to reply coherently.

"I put a camera in your room months ago." He whispers.

You feel your stomach drop. A sweat building on your forehead and neck.

Oh god! This is horrible. That means he has seen everything you have done when you thought you were alone.

"I have to say, I was flattered to hear that you call my name when you cum." He hums, his gravelly voice getting deeper in your ear.

Breathing heavily, your face is burning red. Every time you masturbated, all the times you talked to yourself or danced around the room. Every time you acted like a slob or walked around naked or cried to yourself- he saw it all.

You're so embarrassed. You're humiliated. How could he do this to you! Even with all the horrid, cruel, psychological methods of manipulation he puts you through, this is so much worse. He literally removes you from all human contact, but still won't let you have the security of being alone. And worse, he is recording and watching you without your knowledge!

"How could you?!" You spin, snapping at him. "Don't you do enough? Don't you already treat me like fucking shit? How dare you watch me!"

With an egotistical glimmer in his eyes, Yoongi pushes back towards you, removing the space you created. The backs of his fingers lightly tracing down your arm.

"Isn't this usually the point where you, in your predictable attempt to avoid being locked up, get on your knees and beg to make me cum?" His words hit you like an anvil, but it's his arrogant smirk that does the most damage.

He really thinks that you're pathetic. You knew that he thought of you as weak and helpless, but it's worse. He thinks less of you than that!

"Stop being an asshole," you croak. Stuck in this frustrating space where you are too intoxicated to form a smart functioning rebuttal but too aware to ignore how vicious and cruel he is being. "I just wanted to forget I was here. Okay, Yoongi. I wanted to forget you and how much I hate you, and this stupid fucking place!"

"Forget this place?" He scoffs, his breathing starting to deepen. You're far too drunk to notice but there is an air of revulsion to his response. Normally calm and unphased, upon hearing you say that you hate him and this place again, after all this time, you've angered Yoongi more than the lying, stealing, or drinking might have. "How is your life difficult? You have no use, no value other than to entertain me and you can even do that right. The only thing that actually makes you worth anything I can do better with my right hand." He taunts grabbing up your wrist.

You see red. Your reason swallowed up by rage.

How dare he?! It's not like you choose to be here. Or that you enjoy being his prisoner. He forced you into this and still he is mocking you, calling you useless? What an absolute fucking cunt!

You react too fast to rethink your decision. Lifting your loose hand you swing it with full force into Yoongi's face, batting his cheek with the curve of your palm. A sonorous clap bursting through the room before dead silence replaces it.

His head knocks to the side. In opposition to your reckless reaction, his is slow and thoughtful. His nails dig into your wrist, keeping you from retreating even as you squeal and pull away from how he cuts into your skin. His face blankens immediately after the hit, but as he turns back to face you a cold vicious smile curls onto his lips. His head cocking to the side.

You can't proccess what you've done fast enough. In a foul sweep, his hand darts towards you and mats into your fringe. He tears you forward and down, dragging you off your feet, sending you crashing to the floor. Your face inches from colliding with the tiles. Being jerked further your forehead smacks into the ceramic. A heavy stomp, stamping down on a chunk of hair close to the base of your skull. The pressure so firm it's trapping you to the ground.   

Screaming shortly, both of your hands grip into your hair, beating and shoving at his foot and ankle with no give.

"Get off!" You shriek. Tears forming in your waterline.

He twists his heel tearing the hair even more painfully from your scalp, causing you to yelp. "Be quiet. You've already said enough." He growls. Pivoting his foot again for painful emphasis, extinguishing your fight.

For a few moment, he lets his ridicule linger. There is no movement, no noise other than your panting breath. He simply holds you in pain until he is convinced your fight has truely died out.

Once he is, his foot finally comes off. You falling onto your side, gasping in relief, kneading your fingers into your tender head of hair. 

"You want me to prove that I'm right?" Finally, you start to realize how cold Yoongi's tone has become, and how there is an underlying wrath to his voice. "Get on your knees and ask nicely for me to cum down your throat, and I'll forgive you for stealing, I'll forgive you for getting drunk, and I'll forgive you for being a bitch," Your stomach sinks. Your heartbeat is racing. "Or don't, and I'll make sure you don't see the sun for the rest of the year."

Any signs of your resistance, pride, or self-respect disappear. It's been over a year since he threatened you with being locked in the basement, and longer still since you had actually been down there. You knew one thing for certain, more than you knew or understood any other thing; you would do anything- anything at all to avoid being sent down there again.

"Okay," you whisper, holding your hands up in defeat as you roll onto your knees. "I understand. I do. I was so wrong. What I did. What I said. I was wrong." Nothing is connecting well in your brain for you to make a better case for yourself. You have to hope that he doesn't care about your articulation and that he only cares that you show surrender.

Resting your hands on his thighs, bunching into the material of his pants, you're trusting that your sincerity is coming across.

"I'll make you feel good. And everything will be okay."

Nodding eagerly, you tug his pants and boxers down. Not hesitating a moment to lick his cock. He is not yet erect so you guide him onto your tongue with your hand, stroking down and up as you lick along him. His hand shoving the back of your head, pushing you further into him as you work your way down and tongue his balls. Feeling him grow and harden in your palm with each twitch of his shaft.

Lifting higher you finally aim to take him into your mouth, taking a few sharp inhales in expectation. However as your lips touch the head of his dick, Yoongi's large grip once again painfully latches into your hair. Angling you back, he holds you in place with his left hand, his right taking over your actions. Stroking up and down his shaft.

For a moment, you are completely confused. He never stops you. In fact, by this point, he normally would be roughly pushing himself down your throat.

But as you see his smug expression his earlier taunt plays back in your mind.

Smirking, he spits into his palm. The wet sounds as he rubs himself an inch from your face sends a shiver through your ear. Hunching over he's purposefully getting too close, every few strokes smacking himself against your cheek.

After everything you have experienced and everything you know about Yoongi, somehow you are still in disbelief of how disrespectful he is being. And worse still you are heartbroken at the realization that your instinct is to let him do this, to let him do whatever he wants as long as it will keep you from being chained up downstairs.

Yoongi lets out a whispered breathy groan. His cock now smacking your lips on every jerk. His salty precum making them sticky.

With a grunt of pleasure, he holds your head back, keeping you in the right position to take his load. His hot jizz shoots across your nose, making you flinch. Spurt after spurt of his cum floods your face until you are covered in it. Feeling it drip down your cheeks. All while you sit motionless, your fists digging into your legs. Breathing heavily, your mouth is dry. Your eyes tightly clenched shut.

Finally, as he finishes he wipes the head of his cock over your lips. Rubbing the last drops into your mouth. Make sure you still have to taste his cum.

You know you really fucked up, but you can't stand how vicious he is being. He didn't even treat you like a sex object just now. He treated you like something less. And he did it to be intentionally derrisive.

Slowly opening your eyes, Yoongi is staring down at you, admiring his handy work. A satisfied grin on his face. Looking pleased in more ways than one. Bending over he scoops your hand in his and runs your cupped palm up and down his softening dick, wiping the excess cum and spit before throwing your arm away and zipping himself up.

"You're not as useful as my hand," He smirks, cleaning cum from his thumb onto your temple. "but at least you make a decent cum rag."

[raggaraddy]

Helpless

My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Six

Yandere! Jungkook

Summary: You just want to rest, but Jungkook has other plans. And it's not like you can stop him.

Trigger warnings: Non-con, smut, restraining, forced pleasure, handcuffs, threats, kidnapping, imprisonment, begging, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.

A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.

Enjoy.  💜💜💜

Previous Chapter

Having to look at the bloodied mess of his tattooed name and say that you like it is bad enough, but as you're being led you out of the bathroom you instantly notice that Jungkook is directing you to his bed, not out of the room. Instinctually you lean back, pushing against his chest. 

"Wh-what are you doing? Can't I go to the other room?" You stutter, starting to tremble all over once again. Groaning he shoves you a step forward.

"Look, Y/n you either get on the bed or I'll tie you back to the post." he ultimates. Turning and looking over your shoulder, you're pleading with your eyes for him to allow you another option. He literally just finished with you. Your throat is still battered and sore. You can't take anymore.

"To sleep. Jeez, why is everything sex with you." He rolls his eyes sarcastically, smirking at your panic. 

Grinding and clenching your teeth you are trying to bite back the hostility that is close to erupting. Because with no other apparent choice, you have to reluctantly follow his forceful demands.

You're practically thrown onto the bed by another heave from Jungkook. Despite how you're tossed about or hurting though, your primary focus is holding the hem of your jersey and keeping yourself covered. Taking a few moments more to shuffle and sit upright with your back leaning on the headboard. 

A new heavy thump of terror seizes your chest at seeing him pull out the handcuffs from the drawer of his bedside table. 

No!

"You said sleep," Your lip trembles, eyes going wide. With a blurted laugh the smirk on his face grows. His head shaking slowly.  

"Lay down," he commands, standing above you, demonstratively and threateningly allowing the cuffs to dangle from his finger.

Every time you believe that you have reached the greatest heights of fear and anxiety, Jungkook does something more that teaches you the true extent of human misery. 

"Please," you whine, more and more tears starting to flow down your face. 

Not acknowledging your pleas for mercy he leans over, grabbing your ankles, yanking you down the bed so that you're flat on your back. Making you frantically work to once again lower the now bunched shirt.

"Hands up." Jungkook points above your head. 

Beginning to hyperventilate, you hesitantly do as he says. There isn't anything else you can do at this moment. You don't have any other choice unless you want to be hurt again. You just can't take anymore. You need to rest.

Resentlfully lifting your arms, he speeds your cooperation by knocking your hands into the bars. Cuffing the cold harsh metal around your wrists, trapping you to the frame. It's like the first night all over again. Only this time you feel complicit in your abuse. 

Covered in fear-induced goosebumps you watch him circle to the other side of the bed. Wishing he would just disappear. Squeezing your eyes closed when you make eye contact with him for a split second. Blindly feeling the bed dip and shift as he slides in beside you. 

In denial, in distress, you try to block every sound and movement out until a few moments pass and you feel something lightly resting on you. Opening your eyes the room is solidly dark and it takes a few blinks for your sight to adjust and for you to be able to register what is happening.

He has put the blanket over you. You're on one side of the bed, he is on the other. Is he really just going to sleep? 

Internally you sigh a huge weary breath of relief. Although, apparently it must have been externally as well because Jungkook chuckles. 

"Told you, didn't I? You should be more trusting." He laughs again, obviously seeing the dark humour in his own words. Creaking the springs, he shuffles around until he is pressed to your side. His thick arm draping over your body, his fingers tucking under you and his warm breath blowing down your neck.

Relaxing and softening into you, you can slowly feel and hear his breathing deepen. His chest raises and lowers as he begins to drift off to sleep.

You however are wide-eyed. Fighting the urge to squirm away or move at all, a hard-held pressure burning your lungs. Staring at the fuzzy shape of the ceiling. Your face is hot and wet as tears unendingly cascade down your skin, cresting in your ears.

How is this my life right now? Trapped in a bed in the clutches of a man who has, among a seemingly endless list of horrid acts, kidnapped and raped me. 

You are completely alone. And you don't even know if anyone is looking for you. You don't know if your parents have even noticed that you're gone. You could normally go days without seeing each other, even though you lived in the same house. So do you think they will have noticed that you are missing?

Maybe the people at work have noticed you're gone. Maybe they'll call your parents to see where you are. Maybe your mum will get worried and call the police. Or perhaps they've already noticed and are looking for you right now. Maybe they'll come bursting through the door at any moment and save you from Jungkook's savage grip.

Maybe.

But most likely your parents haven't noticed. Or they think you are simply at a friend's house. Maybe they don't even bother calling the police because they are trying to be pragmatic and they think you've just run off. Maybe they plan to wait a week first until they are sure you are really missing.  

If that's the case it may be months before they find you. He has already hurt you over and over, who knows what Jungkook might have done to you by then!

Maybe they'll find your body and not you. 

You fiercely shake your head. No! I have to stay positive. It's only been two days. They'll find me. I have to trust that they'll find me. 

And besides Jungkook said he won't hurt you if you just do what he wants. He's already done the worst he possibly could to you. You just have to endure it for now and do what he says. That will be enough to give your family and the police time to find you. To save you.

You just have to hold out.

Your abrupt motion seems to have stirred your sleeping captor a little. His hold on you tightens and his chest flattens firmly to your side as he lightly snores. His unconscious voice ringing through the dark. 

"No. She-never." He mumbles inaudibly. Incoherently.

Your thoughts swirl over the same thing again and again making any sort of desperately needed rest hard to achieve. You stare into the silence for an incalculable amount of time with thoughts of your parents, friends, and colleagues. Wondering how and when they will find you. And just when it feels as if you are too exhausted to think about them anymore your mind begins to fixate on how sore you are and every little injury that you can feel. Painfully obsessing over how lasting and permanent everything he has done to you will be. Both mentally and physically.

It feels as if hours have passed before you catch yourself drifting in and out of sleep.

Discomfort and cold sweep up your body. Your mind slamming back into consciousness. Your eyes stretching open in a start, searching all over for any signs of danger.

There's no window in this room but the bathroom door is open and the daylight is flooding in from there. It burns your eyes, making them water but you force yourself to keep them open.

Jungkook is still in the same place to the side of you, only now he is resting on one arm, his body leaning over the top of you. Watching you sleep.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You mutter. 

"What? No, good morning?" He teases. His bare chest flexing, he slides down your side a little. Purposefully rubbing against you. 

Lifting your head up you look down your body and see your shirt has risen and the blanket is off the bed, exposing everything from your belly button down. Your eyes jump to Jungkook's clumsy movements. Boosting himself up a little, he starts to one-handedly draw down his pants. The implication making your stomach sink.

"What are you doing?" You repeat in a whimper, slamming your head back into the pillow. Too terrified of what his answer will be.

With a devious smile printed on his mouth he brings his leg over, his bare body laying heavily on top of yours. Stifling a grunt, you stiffly intertwine your ankles, squeezing your legs together as tightly as possible.

Feeling you moving to protect yourself Jungkook looks down, grinning amusedly.

"Are you really going to fight me, Babe?" He raises his eyebrows, pointing out your futility. You really have no form of defence. All you can manage to do is glare at him while chewing your lip nervously. "Open your legs. Now." He orders.

Violently shaking your head, you try to hold your ground as if he could not simply pry your legs apart if he wanted.  

"Y/n, I was nice and let you have your little spazz out, but now I'm over it. So stop acting like a spoilt bitch."

What?!

"You've been nice?" You snap, unable to restrain your inner thoughts from exploding. "When?! When have you been nice?!"

"When? You really have no idea how much restraint I'm showing for your sake." He chuckles darkly. His switch in tone and his cold expression extinguish your anger. "You think this is bad? I could have you praying for death. I could turn you into an obedient little pet, begging to please me." Lowering closer, his lips rest just off of yours. Whispering his cruel words to make you focus to hear them. "Do you want to see what it's like when I'm not nice?" 

It's like he is trying to epitomise the source of pure unbridled fear. You don't know how to feel right now, let alone what you can say. Opening your mouth you hope some sort of response falls out, but nothing but static and dread fills your brain.

"Of course, I like this cute little personality of yours." He taunts, brushing through your hair, moving it off your face. His fingers trailing down your chin, then down your neck, moving lower and lower. "And I always like a little fight." Your eyes are locked in a stare-off that he undoubtedly controls. His hand reaches your belly when he suddenly jerks it far lower and too easily shoves it between your clenched thighs. Creating a startling stabbing sensation inside you at the sudden invasion. 

"Now, I'll ask again; Do you really want to fight me?" He smirks, his hand jerking higher towards your crotch. Really driving home the fact that you have no power to stop him.

Despite your overwhelming instinct to refuse him, you can not see any way to successfully do so. Maybe if you weren't tied to the bed it would be easier, but you are going to break before the metal cuffs do.

Your tongue and jaw ache as you give in and slowly comply. Unhooking your ankles you part your thighs slightly. Regardless of your already massive personal sacrifice and conformance he isn't satisfied and gestures for you to continue and spread your legs further.

You bite hard on your cut up lip, feeling your heart ache as you obey his order. Looking down and to the side, you part your thighs shoulder-width apart. Being overwrought with vulnerability and defenselessness as you do.

"See. That wasn't so hard." He snarks. His arrogant tone hitting at the base of your stomach.  

Propping himself on his elbow, he moves a little to the side. His hardening cock rubbing against your leg. Sealing your eyes and your mouth, you try your best to restrain any tears. Remembering your resolve from last night. Your need to endure it and get it over with. You need to do what you can to survive. 

That is however easier said than done when you're trapped under him again. And as his hand cups against your pussy, a few tears roll through. A squeaked whine slipping out as his fingerpads start to move in long, slow, circular motions. Pushing through your folds, stroking along your opening.

Despite your loathing, through the sheer mechanics of it, you start to get wet. His fingers dipping inside you making his movements slicker. Made worse as he starts to invade you further. Pushing inside. Stretching you. Making you feel so violated. 

Begining to push them deeper and curl them faster, you can shamefully feel the ease with which his fingers are moving. You can feel how wet you are getting, and how your juices are flowing. The sensations feel nauseating. Yet among them is the most unfamiliar warmth that is starting to swell in your core.   

"After all your bitching, look how much you like this. You're leaving a wet patch on the bed." He mocks. The shame of his comment making you burn hot.

Taking his hand out, he pushes your knees wider, lining his cock up. His sticky hand grabs onto your hips, yanking you down, slamming himself inside you even rougher than the first time. As he thrust deeply you yelp. He is struggling to push his whole cock inside but still, he's forcing it in no matter how tight you are. No matter how much pain he might cause you.

With a final ram of his hips, he buries himself to the base. Another screech of yours breaking into full-on sobs. The pain, the invasion, the mental abuse of it all is too much and you can not hold your composure any longer. Jungkook doesn't care though. His bodyweight is pinning you down. Keeping you still for his use. That's all he wants from you.

Pulling you onto him again and again, his body is grinding against yours. His tongue shoving into your mouth, he swallows up your cries. Seeming to kiss you with even more roughness than he is fucking you with.

In the midst of everything, his hand snakes down and again he starts to play with you. His fingers rubbing and massaging your clit. The strange tenderness returning and beginning to take shape into something more. Something similar to electricity lingering under his touch. 

With his external stroking joining in, it happens too quickly that the pressure of him inside you stops being painful. Instead, the feeling of him slipping back and forth feels almost enjoyable. Sending your brain into a frantic mess.

It shouldn't. I don't want this to feel good. Not from him.

The more Jungkook continues, the firmer he touches you the stronger and the more deeply the wave of pleasure grows. To the point where you are no longer crying and an inexplicable moan catches itself in the back of your throat. Your back arching as you raise your hips up into him. 

His teeth drag over your lip, finally allowing the kiss to part. Only without his tongue keeping you quiet a deep throaty moan slips out.

The sound hitting you in the gut like an anvil. Echoing in your mind. 

You can't believe what you just did. That you are letting yourself enjoy this. Letting him make you feel good. What is wrong with me?! You can't understand how you have such little self-control as to let the man who kidnapped you make you feel pleasure. 

You're in complete shock of your reaction.

Seeming pleased with coercing a response from you, Jungkook removes his hand. Focusing again solely on himself. Pounding into you as you pant and gasp through his onslaught. Feeling absolutely sickened by youself and how it still somehow feels good.

Unlike last time, he doesn't try to make the experience longer. And he doesn't pull out, but instead drops his dead weight on top of you as he cums, finishing inside you.

"God, you make me cum so hard." He breathes into the side of your face. His hanging hair tickling your skin.

Getting himself slightly higher he kisses you again passionately, thrusting one last time before pulling out. Making you gasp as right away you can feel his cum running out of you, dripping down your ass. Pushing himself onto his knees he looks you over with a smile. 

"You look so hot with my cum inside you." He purrs, depravedly. Holding and pulling your legs even further apart with one hand he makes you squeal at feeling another gush of his cum pour out. Making you jolt and cry out over and over, his touch suddenly traces over your tender opening. Roughly fingering and playing with you, jamming his cum back inside you. Rubbing it up and down your slit until not a part of you isn't filthy from it. "Don't worry, Babe. Next time I'll make sure you get to cum too." He grins looking so proud of himself. Wiping his dirty fingers on the skin of your belly.  

Whether he meant it as a threat or not, his promise makes your soul break. Turning your head into your arm you sob deeply and loudly. While you're in the middle of a breakdown he simply gets up and leaves to the bathroom. Once again, leaving you ruined, tied, and helpless on the bed.  

[raggaraddy]

Hey bestie, any plans on updating my cruel kidnapper or devil's pet??👀

🤔 That's an excellent idea!

I was writing something else just at the minute, but so many people have asked for a MCK or Devil's Pet update that I just can't refuse 😚😚😚 So I'll work on those now.

Update asap!

Love raggaraddy 💜💜💜

[raggaraddy]

Tasty

Summary: You get exactly what you want when you try to seduce Hoseok's for his attention.

Trigger warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Blood-drinking, Blood play, Period Sex, Masturbation, Mild exhibitionism.

A/N: Apart of the 'You tease/instigate sex with Yandere BTS' OT7 reaction. 💜💜💜

Other parts

Yoongi

Namjoon

Taehyung

Vampire! Hoseok

It's not exactly like you want to be surrounded by all those blood-suckers and the scummy humans that work for Hoseok. You just hate that every time you're on your period he isolates you. Keeping you locked out of sight like you're something impure or some kind of temptation.

You've been trapped in your room for 2 days now and on top of feeling frustrated, cramped, and uncomfortable, you're insanely bored. Yesterday Hobi was out for the entire night, and tonight he has been preoccupied downstairs doing god-knows-what. You have literally nothing to do in this bare room.

It's late in the morning and you're exhausted enough that you could just go to sleep, but unfortunately he hasn't eaten yet today. And you remember all too well what happened the last time you went to sleep before he fed. You woke up with a size 41 boot to the gut and him calling you selfish. Let's just say it was a lesson quickly learnt.

Even worse than your boredom though, worse than your frustration or exhaustion, and against your better judgement, you're also wildly horny. You and Hoseok haven't had sex in 4 days. However, Hoseok's preconditioning gets you aroused every time he feeds. So each day you have been getting more and more turned on, and then add to that how needy you become during this time of the month and you were about ready to beg for it.

Early morning turns into mid-day and you are over-tired when your wandering thoughts build into a potentially disastrous idea. You know you're not allowed to leave the room and if you were stupid enough to yell downstairs for his attention you'd get your ass kicked, no doubt. But if you can lure him up to you somehow, then that should be fine. Right?

Getting undressed you lay on the bed, making sure that you'll be the first thing he sees when he enters the room. With your fingers drifting down your body between your thighs you're already oversensitive and throbbing. Flinching as you feel yourself gush before you've even begun.

Arching your back you bend your knees and slowly slip two fingers inside yourself. Pushing them deep with some resistance as your opening stretches for a tight fit. It's only a single smooth motion and you have barely started, and yet you already feel a wave of pleasure spiking up your spine, tingling the roof of your mouth.

At first, your breath is a little taken as you start to play with yourself, but the moment you regain your sense you release every moan, every whine, and every cry. Leaning into the chorus of sounds you let loose, playing them up. With their heightened hearing you know every vampire in the house must be aware of what you are doing, however, there is only one that you want to accept your brazen, obvious invitation.

Too quickly you're getting caught up in the sensations and pleasure you are giving yourself. Knowing Hoseok can hear you, knowing how greatly and how viscerally he enjoys every sound you make, and how much you must be turning him on is working you up further. You are desperate to have him with you. To have him sink his fangs inside you. To push his cock inside you. The thought has you frantic, barely resisting your approaching climax.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long, only a few minutes at most for your exclamations to draw Hoseok's attention. Discreetly opening the door, he stands in the threshold watching you with intrigue. Looking over you salaciously as you use your fingers to substitute your need for him.

Noting his presence you rest up, making eye contact with him. Breathing raggedly as you feel yourself near a perfectly orgasmic point. The impatient and hungry part of you is starting to overpower your reason and sense. Your desire stoking the idea that you should simply let yourself cum. Failing to hold yourself back as the sensation crescendos you start to fall into pure bliss.

Unable to see Hoseok move your eyes only focus on him as he lands over the top of you. His hand firmly grabbing around your throat, making you moan harder as he slams you back into the mattress. His knee pinning your arm to the bed, pulling your touch from inside you.

"Don't you dare!" He warns with a smirk, growling lustfully.

Slowly he sticks his tongue out licking the air, winking suggestively. The action shoots a pang of electricity to your core, making you fight to stifle another chesty moan.

Panting lightly, a small smile pulls onto your open mouth. Your eyes are wide as you look up at him.

How is he so incredibly hot?!

Oh, god you can't wait. You need him inside you so badly.

"I taste really yummy, Hobi." You purr, fighting to control your breathing, your constricted throat scratching a little. "Do you want a bite?" You don't need to offer twice.

Hoisting your legs back, he slips down the length of the bed, his head invading between your thighs. As his mouth touches your overflowing pussy his tongue delves deep inside you, kissing and licking you out from the flat of his tongue to the tip.

Already on the edge, he turns you into a desperate mess instantly. You're bucking your hips into his mouth, digging into his wavy brunette hair, screaming out his name as you cum on his tongue. Griding against him through your explosion of pleasure. Although after only a moment your screams devolve into obscene squeals and whimpers.

But just because you came doesn't mean Hoseok is done.

Your body twitching and your pulsing core aching you're left whining from an intense oversensitivity as he continues to shove his tongue inside you. Ignoring how you buck or how strained your cries have become. Only when he is satisfied he finally gives you rest, lifting up to look at you.

His hair is dishevelled, his mouth covered in blood and cum. Looking like the devil himself. And the ravenous glimmer in his eyes is only making you hungry for more.

"You're such a tasty little snack." He smiles, bringing a new kind of heat to your cheeks.

Without allowing you time to recover, he snaps his head down piercing his fangs into the soft sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Making you scream anew. Only this time in pure pain. Using his raw strength to hold you still, not letting you gain even an inch as you ineffectively squirm. His teeth ripping into your flesh harder every time you attempt to move.

At last, he releases his grip and drags you lower on the bed biting again, this time in the crease of your hip. Crawling up you he incrementally works his way along your body, laughing as he bites you over and over until he reaches his favourite place. Your neck.

The familiar sensation of being wet, having his weight pinning you down, and having his fangs puncturing your throat has you unwittingly switching out the pain for pleasure. Your mind is riddled with filthy, lewd desires and thoughts of shameful acts that you want to beg him to do to you.

As if he takes pity on your desperation he fulfils your wishes, one-handedly yanking down his pants to which you instinctually spread your legs for him. Your hips thrusting up to meet him. Your mind going numb with bliss and relief as he slams his hard thick cock inside you. Filling you exactly as you craved. Making your tender cunt throb and clench around him. Welcoming his shape. Welcoming his size.

Roughly Hobi forces his tongue inside your mouth, filling it with your blood and juices. His hips ram forward making you moan and surrender, sucking his tongue as he is coaxing you to do. Your thoughts completely consumed by and obsessed with him and you in this moment and the euphoria you feel. Still knowing in the back of your mind how ashamed you will be once your high wears off.

But right now you just don't care.

"You're right babe," Hobi smirks down at you, breaking your kiss as he starts to fuck you with purpose. "You're delicious."

[raggaraddy]

Sadistic

Summary: In a world filled with monsters, you could be easily overlooked. You're far too human to be seen as a threat. But what people don't see on the surface is that you are far more terrifying than anything they were ever taught to fear. You are the thing that hides under the devil's bed. The monster that keeps him awake in the dark of night.

After being captured and brought to you, Taehyung is going to learn that defying you is a hopeless idea.

Trigger warning: Y/n Villian, Torture, Whipping, Imprisonment, Restraints, cruelty.

A/N: It's a bit different than the stories I normally do. Hope you still enjoy it💜💜💜

Werewolf! Taehyung

He screams. Like they all do. Sharp, short, piercing and full of fear. His pain-filled cries bouncing off the stone walls. The echo lasting well past his outburst, almost as if the room is replaying his pitiful wails to mock him for not being stronger.

You strike again pouring out your power, gifting the whip your strength to deliver yet another devastating blow. Your exertion being rewarded with a fresh sonorous outcry.

He was initially standing facing the wall. His arms were bound in silver at chest height and his legs were fixed to the floor. But as your lashes reached double digits, the once pristine flesh of his back now torn and bloodied, he succame to the pain. Kneeling with his arms at full extension. His knuckles white as he desperately clung to the same silver chains that are sapping his supernatural strength.

While his screams of pain might leave others feeling queasy or indifferent, you have always been intrigued by them. Through your experience, you have observed that when subjected to pain people who are able to shout, cry, and swear, are capable of enduring much more than a person who is left with no form of outlet. They give someone a sense of relief.

Although, what you find most interesting is that these involuntary sounds that you tear from a person tell you so much more than they were willing to share.

This man for instance. Unintentionally he keeps giving you information about his state of mind. While his body is reacting instinctively, the shortness of his cries, the gruffness that keeps trailing on even as he clamps his mouth shut tells you how hard he is trying to control himself. Whatever his reasons might be, he doesn't want you to see how much you are hurting him.

Now you could write that off as werewolf pride, but the brunt of his scream is giving you more detail still. His voice is a deep, yet a piercing high, unrestrained wail is being ripped from him. He is clearly in more pain than he can bear. And his fear is overly apparent from both the sight and sound of him.

Which leads you to believe that the reason he is working so hard to control himself is that he knows he has the information that you want.

You lash again, hearing the same short, terror-laced scream that you have been enjoying wringing from him for the past 40 minutes. You're at number 19 now.

"This is the last one." You soothingly reassure him.

By now though he knows you're lying. Before you began you told him you would only lash him 5 times. On the 5th strike though you continued with number 6. Reassuring him that he would only receive a total of 10. Comforting him as he cried through the 9th, telling him he had done well and that the last was coming. However, once more your promise rang false and your arm came down for the 11th blow. Assuaging his panic again with the mendacious assurance that you would stop after number 15.

Why are you doing this? Because when the body is in pain time extends. Every pause, every moment lasts infinitely longer and the mind tries desperately to cling to something to lessen its suffering. In most cases, a person who is unwilling to divulge information will cling to their own personal reasoning for protecting that information. Whether it be pride, their pack, their family, or any other values they hold, it gives them the strength to endure.

What you are doing, however, is giving him something more tangible to hold onto. Setting him a target. When you have given him a goal, a limit, physically he of course reacts the same but mentally something different occurs altogether. Even though there is little reason for him to believe what you're telling him is the truth, he still can't help but cling to the expectation you've set. He's probably counting down in his head. Encouraging himself by chanting that there are only 3 remaining. 2 remaining. 1 remaining.

Once you break your word though, that additional strike would be agony. Still, serendipitously, he will continue clinging to the end you have set. Consciously or not. Even though he has no reason to believe you would adhere to your word.

While this method of limiting does bring about mental exhaustion quicker, its main use is to weaken your prisoner's determination. Quickening his feeling of despair and helplessness, making him easier to control.

After 6 days of of cutting and carving into him, reducing him to a bloody mess only to let his injuries heal so you can start all over, you can feel how close he is to toppling into surrender. And this is the perfect method to garner his resignation.

You strike again. For the 20th time. Letting his physical reaction play out. Allowing the stiff few moments of silence to hang there. Enjoying too greatly how transparent his thoughts are. His fists clenching and unclenching, his shoulders hunched as he awaits the next one. You can nearly see the plea he is holding back.

"Only five more," you say calmly, letting the sentence feel unfinished.

He grunts out a poorly stifled whimper. It's the first sound he has made that wasn't a scream.

You know what's coming next.

"Please," he whines through a heavy breath. His head drops forward. His skin tensing and shivering down his bloodied back. "Stop."

It's almost too much fun.

His soft deep voice is overflowing with desperation. A far cry from the vile threatened words he began with.

"I will, I want to stop." you say letting your voice fill with false sympathy "Only five more, okay?"

His head drops forward, his body going limp as he lets go of the chains. Allowing himself to hang there.

Bringing down the cattle whip once more he screams again. However this time his screams are exactly what you were waiting for. It took till now but instead of short and piercing, he is howling. A bellowing cry of despair and sorrow.

He can't take anymore. Mentally or physically.

He has stopped guarding himself. He's entirely vocal. Moaning, grunting, and panting, dreading your next action. And you don't let his expectations go unmet. You swing again. He screams, the same lasting yowl.

You swing again. Landing one after the other in an unprecedented rapid succession. And again.

He breaks fully. This time his outcry morphs into a chorus of sobbed begs. "Stop. Please, stop. Stop. Please. Please!" he pleads. Miserable and defeated.

It's the magic sentiment you had been waiting for. You're almost shivering with how excited you are. You love to experience their fall. Time to cement his surrender.

"I said you had 5 remaining and I have only done 4. May I do the final one?" You ask in a ploy to confirm that he is truly ready to submit.

It takes a few drawn-out moments of painstaking consideration as he runs through the idea of compliance, but finally with his shoulders dropped he nods.

Victory.

You let loose what is truly the final lash, a smirk of triumph filling your face.

Taking the whip you coil it up and place it among the other items that line the walls. With a cloth in hand, you trail the stone wall and kneel between him and the hooks he is bound to. With you both on your knees, you have to look up at his face. Slowly, softly you wipe his forehead. Ridding the sweat, tears, blood, and dirt. Cleaning his cheeks, eyes, lips, and jaw.

He is an exceptionally handsome man. He has a sharp jaw, stunning eyes, gorgeous flawless skin, and the most beautiful head of dark hair. And now he's all yours.

"You did well," you say delicately, stroking his cheek. "I am going to ask you some questions, please answer me to the best of your ability." You can see him physically cringe as you repeat your introductory statement.

Since his arrival, this is the only opportunity you have offered him to end his suffering. So you would have been surprised if after everything you had done to him his defiance reignited. However, you still need to be careful with how you phrase your questions. A common problem that occurs with wolves is that even once you have gained their compliance their instinctive loyalty can interrupt your efforts.

"Wolf," you softly call for his attention, gently pressing under his jaw to raise his eyes to yours. "Tell me your name."

"Taehyung." He feebly replies, pushing his chin down steadily attempting to once again lower his head and avoid your gaze.

You love this stage. The once proud, hostile wolf that was brought to you a week ago has now been reduced to a subdued toy that you can start to play with. This feeling of control over someone naturally stronger than yourself is really a marvellous thing. And a power you unendingly crave.

"Taehyung," you repeat, letting the name playfully flick from your tongue. "I am going to ask you some questions, please answer me to the best of your ability." You reiterate. Wiping a new trail of sweat from his temple.

Now it's time to learn everything you have been tasked to find out.

[raggaraddy]

OMG...

you are my MOST FAVORITE writer and you come back 😭😭😭

Thank You For not leaving us behind

You're so sweet! Thank you for waiting! I hope I can keep writing stories you love.

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[raggaraddy]

Heyy how are you doin'?? Haven't seen your update in a while. Hope you're safe and healthy. I'm sucker for your writing hehehe

Hiiii,

Yes I am healthy and alive! I just moved to the otherside of the word, started a new job and life so I've been a little busy :) But now I am back and can start writing again. YAY!

I'm so happy you like my stories. I'll post a new one asap! I already posted an unfiniahed draft accidentally 😅 but I'll try to post a finished one soon!

Love raggaraddy xxx

[raggaraddy]

Cravings 2

PART ONE

Summary: When they said they were taking you back it wasn't a request. And they are going to get their way, whether you realize it or not. Part Two of Two.

Trigger warnings: Blood drinking, mild smut, mind control, Vampire themes, yandere themes, manipulation, imprisonment.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who requested and waited for part 2. I hope it was worth the wait. I know the concept I was trying to create, I just hope I conveyed it well. If it's rubbish, I apologise. 😅 💜💜💜

Vampire! OT7

Namjoon's lips press to yours. His hold on your neck is too tight. Jungkook's hold on your shoulders is too restrictive. You try to struggle. To fight and resist as hard as you can. Kicking him, pushing through the agony of slamming your damaged arm into anywhere you can land. You know none of your physical attempts will ever succeed, that it was too late for you the moment Namjoon spoke, but your mind is still screaming out to battle with all of your might.

The moment his lips part from yours you feel his corruption. It starts from your head down, a swarm of serenity. A fog that invades every cell of your body and melts away all traces of your panic. Replacing it with an airy warmth.

You can't create a thought. Each word is being swallowed before it forms into something coherent. Until even the urge to flee is smothered and disappears into nothingness. Parts of your consciousness being dragged into the background until everything you are is replaced by everything you are meant to be.

The disorientation lifts and your mind snaps into focus. Feeling clear and grounded once again. Slightly out of breath. Slightly pained and exhausted.

Catching your head as it rocks back, your eyes flutter open on Namjoon. A smile naturally growing and filling your face while you look up at him absolutely awestruck. You'll never get used to how stunning he is. It's as if every time you see him it's the first time all over again.

His strong touch comes off your neck and combs the loose-hanging mess of your hair back from your face. The feint gliding contact sparks electricity through you and causes butterflies to settle in your stomach.

"Joon," you whisper, finding immense comfort from his presence. Closing your eyes for a moment as you sink into his grip.

"Better?" He asks rhetorically, leaning at an angle to get a greater account of you. A sense of triumph embedded in his expression.

Every movement, no matter how subtle, has you utterly entranced. Every feature captures you so entirely. His scintillating brown eyes, that are taking the measure of you. His adorable dimples, that grow deeper as his smile expands. His thick lips and the ghost impression they left on yours, that is heating you from the inside out. You can't believe such a perfect creation exists.

With everything remarkable about him though, it's his voice that sends you into a daze. The moment you hear his soft, low, raspy timbre you feel how thoroughly you have missed him. Toddling forward with your hands outreached, you cling into his baggy black shirt. Filled with a single desire to be close to him.

"We said we wouldn't do it this way." Jin sighs critically.

"It takes the fun out of it," Hoseok adds, rolling his eyes. Joined by Taehyung who nods in frustrated agreement.

"She really doesn't like this," Jungkook mutters at your back. Not sounding as opinionated as the others, while still unable to hide his brooded tone.

"It's not for long. We're just reminding her of what can be if she doesn't play along." Namjoon says pointedly. "Once we get her safely home, then she can have her free will back."

Frowning, your eyes well with tears, your entire body wincing from a pang of guilt. You can't believe what you've done. You left when they needed you. And you've upset them and caused trouble for Namjoon.

Wrecked with remorse, several tears trickle down your face. You feel so ashamed that you made them chase after you. Of everything that you have made them put up with. And yet through it all, he found you again and he's even willing to take you home. 

Namjoon's hands swipe down and clear your hold on him, spinning you around in the same motion.

"You've missed them as well," He hovers over your shoulder, speaking the words like a secret. Gesturing at the other men in front of you.

Your smile grows again. Astonished by the beauty and attentiveness of his five brothers standing in a crescent around you. You don't know where to start, or what to do. All you know is how deeply you have missed them. And that you want to do whatever you can to make Namjoon happy.

Thankfully, Tae senses your indecisiveness and makes the first move, giving you direction. He reaches out and draws you against him. His mouth lowers to your neck and you innately tilt your head to allow him easier access. Vibrating with anticipation of what you know comes next.

He bites down and the surge of excitement clashes with a rush of pain. It's been too long between feedings and his bite brings an unexpected agony that has you squealing. Though, you try your utmost to reign it in and to not move. And fortunately, Tae's large hands and secure purchase kindly helps keep you still.

Firmly Jimin's hands curl around your jaw and a new flurry of exhilaration sweeps through you as he jerks your head upright, his fangs sinking into the other side of your neck in one swift action.

Pushed out of place, Taehyung springs upright with a wide-mouthed, blood-soaked grin, looking utterly intoxicated. "Fuck, that is so good!" he lets loose a throaty growl, diving back at your shoulder. Baring down on the first piece of exposed skin he can latch on to.

While the two of them drink, you start to feel light, your eyes struggling to stay open as you fall into a euphoric high.

"Don't be greedy," Hoseok scolds, knocking Jiminie off you with a smack. The cute pout that forms on his face has you breathlessly chuckling at his adorable sulky reaction.

Bunching his fist in your hair and grabbing onto your upper thigh, Hobi slaps his hard body flat against your back. Nearly making you moan as he presses his lap into your ass.

Mindlessly moving to accommodate his roaming hands, you lift your arms as inch by inch he slowly peels your singlet off. Causing you to accidentally shirk Tae out of place for a second time, who staggers a step back with pitch-black irises.

With Hoseok having removed your shirt Jimin reaches around the back of you and unclasp your bra, tearing it off with a firm yank. His attention then fixing on your jeans.

However, Hoseok again snatches you up and greedily shoves Jimin further away. Latching onto the same side of your neck from behind. A hearty gasp catching in your throat as he chomps into the already torn muscles, sinking into the vein.

Not being done, Jimin doesn't allow much space and raises your right arm to the side, biting into your previously crushed forearm. The outrageous anguish forces a shrill scream from you.

"Too loud," Jin shushes you, touching his index finger to your lips. Making your chest resonate with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you barely whisper. Tears again dripping down your cheeks, neck, and chest. However, his gentle voice and sweet smile are contagious, and through the pain you find yourself ditsyly smiling back up at him. The hurt being pushed into the background as Jinie takes over what Jimin started. Unbuttoning your pants. A solid tug taking them and your underwear off your hips and down your legs, where you unsteadily step out of them and kick them to the side.

In place of Taehyung, Jin bites your shoulder. And within a split-second Kookie mirrors Jimin's action, lifting and biting your other arm.

Ferociously hard, you clamp your own teeth into your bottom lip. You have to be quiet and that's all you can manage to stifle the sound. Quickly though, you can feel you are losing a considerable amount of blood. And with it goes your strength.

Your weight falls as your legs collapse under you. Only Jin and Hoseok's swift action keeps you standing. They catch you and press you between them. But still, the problem is that you're not enough for the four of them at once.

To your disdain, your eyes start to droop shut. Your head sagging backwards onto Hoseok's shoulder. Your limbs hanging loosely.

You don't want to fall asleep, you don't want to leave them again. Namjoon hasn't even fed yet.

However, the choice is removed from you.

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It's a struggle but you manage to pry your eyes open, further encouraged by a glimpse of Jimin, you stretch them wide. The way the lights shine behind him, streaming and bending from your blurred vision, create a halo around his blonde hair. Your head is throbbing, your eyes are strained and watering. But the moment you're able to clearly see him again a soft smile pulls onto your face as even in your weak state you realize what he is doing for you.

He's so sweet and thoughtful, he always takes such good care of you. Of course, you wouldn't have been able to feed so many at once so he's reviving you. And you can feel it too. With each passing second, you're more present and stronger, and the pain is lessening.

"Jiminie," you mumble. Wishing you had the sense to tell him how grateful you are.

His hand releases your stomach and while you're still recovering, you can feel normal movement returning. Extending your arms up, you run them through your now damp hair and above your head, stretching your entire body with an enjoyable yawn. As if you had just woken from a nap, and not from death.

It's a challenge but you sit yourself up and immediately recognize your surroundings. You're home. In the living room, sitting on the bright white tiles. Half of the boys reclined on the L-shaped couch watching you. Making you feel flustered.

Shyly looking down, you see that while they are extremely handsome you're sitting here naked, and slightly wet. Thankfully though, not washed with blood as you thought you would be.

Seeing Namjoon again makes your heart, as he comes from down the hall into the open space, calling for Jin and Yoongi who belatedly join a few seconds later. Bringing you back into the observant presence of the seven beautiful men.

"Did you get enough to eat?" You ask with big eyes, as the guilty realization hits. They couldn't possibly have had enough.

"Are you sure we don't want to keep her like this for a little bit longer?" Jimin chuckles.

"No. We said we were going to keep-" Taehyung is abruptly interrupted as Jimin slaps his arm.

"Idiot. I was joking."

"Up," Namjoon who stayed beside you, motions for you to stand. Catching you as you slip on your shaky footing and the wet tiles. Your skin lighting on fire as he holds you steady, his hand grabbing around the back of your neck. Pulsing with excitement from him touching you, you instinctually drag your hair off your neck, but he stops you. "Look at me," he moves his hand in such a way that it tilts your head back.

As if your marionette strings have been severed you feel yourself plummet. All happiness, comfort, and peace are ripped from you, torn away and carried into an empty, pitch-black abyss. They instead are replaced with the weight of a deep, cold, sickening sensation that roots itself into your stomach. That burdensome heft is like an anchor on your body and it drags you down, pulling you onto your knees with a hollowing thud.

Looking into his eyes, you're lost in them. They're your joy, your satisfaction, your paradise. You love him so completely. So deeply. You can only hope you're never apart from him again.

Your heartbeat rises. Your pulse beating in your ears. The stark void of your mind starting to fill in once more with everything that is, that was, and that will be. And more than any other emotion, you feel loss. You're being drowned by it. Certain that you'll never again be able to feel anything but sadness and suffering, you're choking on grief-stricken tears as they pour out of you uncontrollably. Suffocating on your gasped sobs.

No, no, no, no, no.

Screaming and clawing its way from the darkness inside you, the last of your mind is present again. As the agony in your soul remains, your thoughts start to flow, finally making sense of what your traumatized body can not.

Your head is hung low, your breath shivering.

Not again. Not again.

Hunching over, you press your forehead to the floor. Your hands digging into the hair at your crown. The tiles below your face getting slick with tears.

I can't be here again! Not again.

Despite the hate and rage growing in your heart, you're unable to compose yourself and restain your wails. You're too terrified to even look up and confirm that it was all real. To confirm that it wasn't a fear-driven nightmare.

Your body and mind are just so exhausted. You don't have the strength to face what comes now.

"Sit up." Namjoon orders. Your lip curls in disgust at hearing his cold demand.

"Die!" you snarl. Lifting your head off the floor just enough to make sure you clearly project your visceral revulsion. Wrapping in tighter as you lower. Cradling your head, pulling your knees further under your vulnerable, naked body.

"Do you want to go back under?" His low-spoken threat barely sounds through the howls of your sobs or the hammering of your heart. And it only makes you bawl harder. You can't do that again. This time was mild in comparison to the abhorrent things you have cheerfully done in the past. You know if he takes over you again he will make an even greater of a point. You can't do that again!

Somberly, you rest up on your palms. Not lifting your sights from the barren tiles. Your trembling arms hardly being able to hold you.

"Let's try this again." Namjoon smiles.

"Y/n, we agreed you're too valuable." Jin tries to convince you of the same lie they told you earlier. "You know your blood is unique. All you have to do is feed us and none of us are going to hurt you. If you just work with us, things can be better than they were."

Shaking your head, your shoulders hunch over. You can't even tolerate hearing this fanciful lie. They've played this trick on you before. You let yourself believe it before. You won't let yourself be fooled this time!

All of your focus attaches to the air around you. But no matter how hard you search for it, you can't find it. You're too numb. Having died and the chasm of sorrow Namjoon's ability has spit you out into, has left you unfeeling towards the elements. You'll need time to recover. A few hours. A day. How long, you don't really know.

Which means, even more so than you already were, you're helpless.

"We told you-" Jimin starts, leaning forward on the couch.

"You're full of shit!" You snap with fury in your eyes. You don't want to play their stupid fucking game. You don't want to play along, you don't want to be put under Namjoon's spell, you don't want to be locked up or drunk from, you don't want any of it! You just want to go. Anywhere. You don't care where just anywhere other than here.

Apart from Namjoon and Yoongi's more placid reaction, all of them look equal parts frustrated and stumped. Exchanging subtext filled glances with one another.

"I told you before and I meant it," you're hyperventilating, trying to deliver a powerful, truly ominous message through your broken, hiccuped cries. "the first chance I get, I am going to burn every single one of you to ash!" you howl.

Jungkook breaks from his aimless stare off to the side, sighing a little as he laboriously stands. Coming towards you.

"Calm," he says softly. Kneeling beside you.

With the thought to run falling incomplete, you resort to merely snapping your hand away from his as he reaches out to you. The anger, hostility, and sadness within you lift off your chest as the artificial calmness seeps into your body. Making your mind and your physical collapse into a disconnect.

"Guys, we don't have time to babysit all day, every day. We have the entire underground to run." Hoseok argues from the sofa. Yoongi and Jin nodding in concurrence. "But none of us wants the zombie bride version for our own reasons, and she's gotten too powerful to just leave tied up,"

Your breath returns to a level pace, your tears slow and dry up. On the second attempt, Jungkook's hand reaches out and touches yours. Holding it lightly.

"I still hate you," you whisper, responding through the haze of Jungkook's effect. "Whether you dull it or not, it's still there." You say, more trying to reassure yourself than to hurt him. With an awkward, grimaced smile Jungkook looks back towards the couch, to the conversation continuing on about you.

"So let me do a reset." Hoseok proposes.

"I get your point," Namjoon addresses the greater issue. "But once the memories are gone, we can't get them back. That means we'll be starting over from scratch. We need to think about what the outcome might be. What if it makes her harder to control?"

"It can't be worse than this," Jimin points at you, rolling his eyes. A new emotion bubbling up quickly as a spike of disgust hits you.

"Y/n, just be calm," Jungkook whispers again. "You're safe. Just be calm." You're too exhausted to fight the feeling. You groan a little as your body falls deeper into the sensation of relaxation in resistance to your internal monologue.

"Namjoon's right. Erasing everything is too risky." Yoongi joins the debate. "So instead of a complete sweep, Hoseok only takes the past four years?"

"How does that help? One day she thinks she's living a normal life, the next she's here?" Jin shrugs.

"Not if we do all of our ideas at once. Taehyung can't recreate an entire life, but he can put in a few memories for the set-up. Jungkook can make sure she's happy about it and Jin-hyung can put in a couple of restrictive actions for the reboot." Yoongi gestures around the room as he lays out a plan.

"I could do that." Taehyung smiles, building upon it. "Having been here forever would be too hard, but I can do chose to be here. If we make it something simple but believable, I could make it so she thinks she volunteered. We could pretty much have her playing along with anything we want."

No! Are they kidding! They can't plan to mess with your mind again right in front of you!

Horror swells in your chest. You tear your hand back from Jungkook but he interjects your panic.

"Calm." He says in a quickened tone, "You feel joy. Amusement and excitement. And calm."

They hit one after the other, and then all four emotions mix together. The fear subsides completely. Butterflies filling your stomach. Your body flowing with ecstatic happiness. You know logically that you hate what they're plotting, but you can't remember why right now. It just sounds like the perfect idea!

"And it might take a few tries to get it right, but if this works, we can reset it anytime we need to," Yoongi adds.

"Plus if she doesn't remember the elemental stuff, we don't have to worry about her setting us on fire or trying to crush us to death." Jimin laughs "Hyung," he calls to Namjoon. "I think this is the best idea. Let's do it." The remaining undecided men also nod in agreement.

"Yeah, it makes sense." Namjoon stretches his neck. "Hey, I'm happy to try it. If it works that's our problem solved."

Hoseok stands up, he and the other men collectively look down at you. Their attention stirring a sensation inside you that you can't recognize, but you have this nagging voice telling you that you should run. That you need to getaway. But you can't make sense of it. It doesn't feel like anything is wrong.

However, you know your brain can't be trusted and you rely on your instincts over your polluted feelings and thoughts. Jumping to your feet you prepare to bolt in any direction.

In a flash of colour, Jin is behind you. A firm push on your shoulder shoves you back onto the floor. A sharp pain shooting up your foot, calf, and knees as you roughly make contact.

"This'll be easier if she stays still," Namjoon offers the unsubtle suggestion. Causing a crack in Jungkook's emotional facade, a vane of panic creeps back through your chest.

"Sleep," Jin quietly calls from behind you. Your body is overcome by drowsiness in the same instant. Feeling yourself tipping to the side, your mind shuts off before you even make contact with the ground.

********************

You're a little nervous, a lot excited, but mostly overjoyed. It was the weirdest thing you have ever had to create a resume for, but you supposedly beat out like a dozen other people. And Taehyung showed you a few of the other applicants, they were like body-builder and supermodel types. But still, over all of them, you won.

If you think a little bit too hard about it, you probably only got the position because of your friendship with Tae, but you're not complaining. Everyone gets their jobs through friends. And Tae knows how cool you are, that's why he recommended you. Besides, who cares how you got it. It's a cushy gig, and in a few years from now, you can start college, a little late, but with an absolute fortune.

You don't know how long you've had your eyes shut but it's probably been too long. They're going to think you're weird. You open them, standing in front of all seven guys- seven vampires. Or seven of your potential employers, how every you want to frame it.

As long as they like you right now, you're golden.

Wow. Seriously.

If Taehyung was the standard, you already knew they were going to be hot. And they looked good in the pictures you saw but in person, they are indescribably gorgeous. Like insane.

Was their level of attractiveness and the whole twilight fantasy thing you have going on half the reason you applied? Definitely. Although, that ridiculous dollar figure was very convincing too.

"Welcome, Y/n. My name is Kim Namjoon," The tallest one says, coming over to you. "and these are my brothers." He shakes your hand and right away you can feel the blush on your cheeks as you do your best to conceal the massive smile growing on your face. "We want everything to be clear. So can you tell us what you think is expected of you?"

It's been already a month since you found out about Taehyung's secret, and you've already come to terms with everything. But still, it feels bizarre to say out loud. Your parents for sure wouldn't have approved. Although they never approved of anything, that's why you ran away from home. Besides, your blood's just sitting there doing nothing anyway.

You nod. "Yes," you say hoping to add a little more assertiveness than you did.

"Would you care to elaborate?" He steps back into line with the other men, slipping his hands into his pants pockets. Oh my god, he's so big and yummy looking.

"Yes." you reiterate, just as awkwardly. "I-" you start, sucking your lip, as an embarrassed smile overtakes your mouth again. Looking over to Taehyung who nods you on encouragingly.

"Calm." The sexy one with the eyebrow piercing and long dark curly hair says. "You got this." His reassurance makes you instantly more relaxed. Making you exhale heavily as you take a moment to pull yourself together.

"Ah- so, seven guys, seven days." you gesture to the lot of them, "Once a day you'll drink my blood. And then I'll drink yours to be healed-" you smile wider at the absurdity of your shorthand remarks, "That's what Taehyung said,"

"That's the gist of it, yes," Namjoon confirms with a straight face. "You're also aware that you will not be allowed to leave the property unaccompanied during the term of your contract? And that you need to keep yourself healthy? And that other tasks may be required of you?"

You nod, nervously fiddling with your fingers. You're anxious to sign that contract before you accidentally screw this up somehow.

"And that your salary will be approximately $2700 per day for a yearly sum of 1 million dollars?"

This time you don't even try to hide the massive consuming smile. Even if they decide they only want to keep you for one year, you're still thinking about everything you could do with all that money. Even after taxes, that is a shitload! You've never had that much money.

"Yep," you nod. Your hands restlessly toying with the bottom of your skirt.

"Okay," Namjoon looks over to the other men, all of them sharing the shame pleased expression.

Ah- thank god, it looks like you've done everything right.

"Then I guess we'll only need you to sign a contract for your confirmation, and we'll be happy to have you work with us."

Yes! You can't believe it. This is the best day of your life.

"Oh my god, thank you so much, all of you. I promise I won't let you down."

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Part two will be out within 24hours from now ^-^

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Cravings

One-shot summary: Sure you got away. But you're theirs. And they want you back. Part One of Two.

Trigger warnings: Violence, swearing, intimidation, Vampire themes, cliff-hanger.

Vampire! OT7

You thought it was finally over. After 6 months of looking over your shoulder, after all the running and worrying and anxiety, you were starting to let yourself believe that you were finally free.

After everything, you were starting to settle into a new life. You had changed your identity and discarded every last piece of who you had been. It was heart-wrenching, it was unbelievably hard, but it was necessary. Now, at long last, you had the chance to continue living.

It was still an unusual feeling returning to such an ordinary world, but it was also exciting. The possibilities were endless and you had complete freedom, complete control.

And what you had chosen with this freedom was the mundane. You'd enrolled and were in your first week of college. You spent way too much money on class supplies. You had a part-time job, an apartment and you were even trying to make friends. Everything was perfect.

It's been years since you'd left school and it was your first time in college, so everything was feeling a bit rusty. A simple example was how poorly your understanding of your timetable was. Sitting in an empty lecture hall with only 5 minutes until the class is supposed to start, you're suspecting you may have gotten something wrong. Again.

Studying the crinkled printout, you're certain you're in the right place. You checked the map and the room number 3 times this morning. Everyone else must just be running late. But as the clock ticks to 15:02, you have to concede that maybe you need some help finding where to go.

Groaning, you stuff your laptop back into your backpack. You don't exactly know what this class is even about, but you still don't want to be late for your first lesson. You're closing the zippers when you hear the door open up behind you. Sighing in relief, you look back to see if it is another student or the Teacher who has come in. You crane your neck, not able to see over the steep incline of chairs, hearing only the faintest sounds of a male voice.

Turning straight in your seat you rush to again pull your computer out, ramming your bag under your chair. You flip it open, turning it on setting up for class. Behind you, you hear the door creak and bang closed again. But still, no one is coming down.

Maybe you were a bit too eager. Perhaps they were in the wrong class too and left. Twisting around, you search once more for the people that came in.

Your stomach plummets. Jimin and Jungkook are stood at the top of the stairs. The welcoming smile on your face sinks, your mouth gaping. For a moment unable to breathe in or out.

How the fu-

The door sounds again. Even before you hear it slam shut, you're out of your seat bolting across the hall floor, sprinting towards the service exit. Reaching out, your hand only grazes the handle as the door jerks open on Hoseok and Taehyung.

Stumbling backwards, you pace away, keeping your sights fixed on them. Your eyes meet Tae's, your heart hammering in your chest. Anguish overwhelming your whole body. Snapping your hand to your thigh, you grab at your jeans pocket only to find it flat and empty.

Shit. Your lighters in your fucking backpack.

Turning to the side, Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi are casually descending the stairs also. Jimin and Jungkook already at the bottom step, standing between you and your belongings. Your eyes dart left and right as you continue to retreat, withdrawing from the advancing men.

"Fuck-" you mutter. The only other unguarded exit is at the top, at the other end of the room. Maybe if it was only one of them, or two- even three, you could have made it. But you don't stand a chance against all 7 of them. Not empty-handed.

Your chest is aching. You're beyond angry and hurt. This isn't supposed to be possible. You spent every last dollar you could scrounge making sure they couldn't find you. You are supposed to be protected from them!

Slowly Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and Taehyung work from either side of the room herding you back. Cornering you until you bump into the Teacher's desk.

Praying that your investment wasn't completely useless, your hand wraps around your gem necklace, clinging to it as tightly as you can.

The 4 of them circle you, Taehyung taking the lead to completely intrude into your space. His fingers brush against your elbow, making you flinch back before he can grab you. The sharp jolt left smacks your shoulder into Hoseok's chest and by the time you squirm away, Jungkook has filled the space to your right, trapping you between the 4 men.

"You changed your hair," Jungkook muses, running his fingers through the length of your hair. Flicking your arm up, you swat him away also.

"You smell delicious." Jimin purrs, licking his lips. His eyes filled with hunger.

"Right!" Taehyung beams, "I forgot how good it is." he leans in to sniff the air around you.

Hoseok bunches his hand in your shirt, twisting the material, pulling you flush to him. Taehyung's fingers trail along your collar bone up your neck. Jungkook mimicking the action on the other side.

You're shaking. Terrified. Overwhelmed by their intrusions. Aching with panic.

Exhaling heavily, you try to calm yourself. Focusing and inhaling steadily you tense and harden the air around you. Shifting it and forcing a current outwards from you as the centre. It shoves them away. Throwing them a few feet. The strength of it hurling the desk from you also, sending it into the wall with a heavy thud. But the power isn't enough. It doesn't even knock them off their feet.

However, it has given you some valuable space and hopefully, it made a statement. You know you're not strong enough to hurt them like this, but you're trusting they don't know that.

Trust misplaced, unfortunately. The three youngest stumble, but straighten themselves right away. All of them chuckling to the others, not even slightly intimidated but instead amused by your eruption.  Regrouping and unphased, they close in again.

Only Hoseok doesn't.

"You're going to use that against us?" he growls, charging at you in anger, his arm swinging back. In a panicked defence, you raise your arms over your head preparing to be hit, wincing a step back.

"Cut it out." Jin scolds from behind them, quashing Hoseok's assault before it connects. The three of them, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin are resting on the tables, watching the scene unfold as you are toyed with. The 3 younger ones also react to Jin's warning, all of them backing off.

Continuing to stagger from them, you make as much space as you can. Reversing until there are a couple of meters between you, and you're again pressed against the desk. Holding some kind of mild comfort from the distance, as if they couldn't close it in an instant.

"Why-" your voice cracks. "How-" you gape, hanging on to the gem desperately. You're trying to think, but your mind is drowning in fear. It's short-circuiting. There is no outcome that you can think of where you get to leave here free.

Jimin laughs. "What you mean how. Did you really believe that little trinket would stop us from finding you?" His proud reply gives him the temerity to come at you again.

"If money buys magic Y/n, well, we have more money than you," Taehyung teases. Following Jimin, they beginning to mob you once more.

"Stop!" You shriek. You're dismayed you didn't make any kind of impression before. They've seen what you can do. You just have to convince them you're still as threatening now as you would be with the other elements. You hold your hand open at Jimin, conjuring all the strength you can, driving a wall of wind at him. The directed attack is more successful. It tosses him through the air, sending him smashing into a vacant section in the bottom row of seats.

Thank god! That was better.

Taehyung flashes in front of you, snatching up your wrist. His other hand wrapping around your throat, lifting you high enough that you're off balance with only your toes remaining on the floor. "Have you forgotten?" He squeezes tighter making you splutter and choke. "We don't have to be this nice." He snarls.

"Hyung. Wait." Jungkook puts his shoulder between you and Taehyung, pressing down on Tae's arms to encourage him to lower you. "We're doing it differently this time, remember."

"Fine," He easily concedes, scoffing. Taehyung's grip releases and he skulks back rolling his eyes.

Breathing hard, your hand goes over your throat. The sting of tears building in the corners of your eyes.

"Y/n. We just want to talk." Jungkook takes over with a soothing cadence. "Things got a little messy before,"

"If you work with us, there won't be any problems," Jin interjects, standing at Jungkooks back.

"Right. We've talked it out and we're going to share this time." Jungkook continues, trying to reassure you.

This is crazy.

They're acting like it was them fighting over your that was the problem. They were using you. Keeping you prisoner. Drinking your blood to increase their strength and abilities. They hurt you, they abused you, they played with your mind and toyed with you for fun! You couldn't give a shit if sometimes they argued over whose turn it was to drain you dry!

"We really do care about you. We promise to be more gentle." Jimin adds, offering his hand for you to accept, sounding sincere and warm.

"Yeah. We're not gonna hurt you," Hoseok chips in, not even attempting to hide his sardonic tone and smirk.

"Liar!" You spit at both of them, the pressure in the air bursting outwards again, only with no power or direction. Not enough to even rock them.

They can show their actual feelings or they can try to fake sincerity, but you have experienced who they truly are. Even with how much they fucked with your head, you remember so much of what they did to you. And none of them are free from guilt. Each and every one of them left scars on you. Mentally and physically.

You can't understand what they are trying to convince you of. You know what kind of monsters they are. No amount of sympathetic tones or reassuring words changes this. You know exactly what they will do to you. What they will use your blood for, your power for.

"We're not that bad." Yoongi chuckles, not moving from his rested position next to Namjoon. "What do you think happens when actual monsters find out about you?"

"Stay out of my head!" you shout, realizing you had left yourself exposed. You urgently press the viridian gem into your palm again. Your loose hand flies out towards Yoongi densifying the air.

Jimin intervenes, darting next to you, stopping you before you start. His fingers latch onto your forearm, digging in, instantly tearing into the muscles. The pain is intense and makes you scream and buckle. Your knees weaken and you fall to the ground. He lets go, throwing your arm away, standing over you as you cradle it to your chest. Red welts right away forming under his fingerprints.

Panting through gritted teeth, you look up, watching the 7 of them watch you.

This is maddening. Your control of air is lacking and fleeting at best. However, there isn't anything else around for you to use. If you could only get to your lighter, you could even the playing field. Hell, if you just had a half a litre bottle of water you would be better equipped than you are now.

"If you even think of throwing fire around, Jimin's going to have to revive you after I'm finished," Yoongi threatens, taking the opportunity to again invade your thoughts.

"Stop." You whine, in too much pain to scream at him the way you want. Stiffly you lower your injured arm to your lap, throbbing pangs shooting up your arm. You hold onto the pendant once again for protection.

This stupid fucking stone was supposed to keep these 7 blood-sucking sadists away from you. It was supposed to shield you from their abilities, but it doesn't even do that unless you're touching it.

"I'm not going with you." You groan. Shakily getting to your feet. "I-"

"That's not your choice," Hoseok growls growing impatient. His forearms tighten, the veins bulging as his hands clench into fists. "We own y-"

"Fine!" You shout, drowning him out. "Take me back. But I'm stronger than I was 3 years ago. Stronger than 6 months ago. You think it was hard to keep me under control before? One slip up I'll burn you to ash!" you shriek.

There's a moment of silence, where a few of them seem to share an unsure look. Looking between themselves uncertain on how to proceed.

"Okay, I'm over this," Namjoon exclaims with a sigh, for the first time entering the discussion. He strides into the group, towards you, and Jin and Hoseok part to let him through.

The terror Namjoon has instilled in you bubbles up the instant he stalks at you. Out of the 7 of them, it is undeniable that he scares you the most. The others may damage and harm you physically, but Namjoon does so much worse.

You stutter back, holding your wrecked arm out at him in defence, your other fixed to the necklace. The facade of strength you had falls apart like a sandcastle facing a wave. While he was hanging back and while they were discussing restraint you had a hope, a wish that they wouldn't let him near you. But if he has made his own mind up, then there is no chance of stopping him. None of them will challenge the leader.

Searching out, you stumble to Jungkook. He was the only one trying to temper the situation. He is the only hope you have left.

"Okay, okay, let- let's talk." you try to bring back the conversation he had begun earlier. Looking up at his face, the warm smile he had is gone, replaced with an apologetic look.

You shake your head heavily, "No.'" you whimper, "Don't let him. Please. I was wrong. Let's talk." You plead. Your chest weighed down with dread. You're so close to crying. Jungkook shrugs, grabbing hold of your shoulders, maneuvering you, spinning you towards Namjoon as you come face to face.

With uncontestable power he grabs your hand, unwrapping your fingers, forcing your hand open. Forcing you to separate from your only source of preservation. He snatches the pendant, ripping the necklace off of you with a painful yank. Throwing it across the room.

"Wait-," you gasp.

"You wanna talk now?" Namjoon scoffs, sarcastically. "You know I'm reasonable. We should be able to find a way for all of us to be happy." He bends down to your eye level, his hand wrapping around your neck, dragging you closer to him. "Let me just correct this one little thing first," he smirks. "then we'll talk."

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Requests Follow-up

Hello 👋👋

Okay, a fair few people have asked about follow-ups to a couple of my stories, so I'll let you know all at once here.

I will do a next part to:

Bitten to death; Vampire Hobi where OC gets turned.

Sugar Daddy turned Sour; Yandere Taehyung & Jungkook find out about their cheating baby OC.

Cravings: OT7 Vampire after OC has escaped them and they have tracked her down.

The Devil's Pet: Master Taehyung, OT7 side characters. OC is manipulated into becoming Taehyung's pet.

My Cruel Kidnapper: Kidnapper Jungkook, hardstyle yandere. Ongoing series. Jungkook kidnaps OC and she has to try and endure him.

I'm sorry I didn't get to everyone's comments individually. I get embarrassed when replying to asks and usually delete my response instead of posting it. (Cause I am awkward and weird 😅). I really REALLY appreciate all the lovely comments though!

I will try to hurry up with posting these stories.

Thank you for reading xoxo

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The Devil's Pet

5: On Display

Master Taehyung x reader. Submissive Jimin.

Elite Seokjin. Elite Hoseok.

Summary: Taehyung holds a party and makes a showpiece out of you, his new toy. But he gives you a very strange rule.

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, smut, restraint, mild assault.

A/N: Let me know if you're liking the story- if you want 😳 👉👈 💜💜💜

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Your hand is starting to cramp. If he is going to keep insisting on you performing the same task day in-day out, you're going to need a vibrator or something similar, because your hand is seizing from the same continuous movement.

Not that you're arguing against this task though. If this is all he wants from you, you'll be lucky enough to slip through these years unscathed. However, bored.

Really you'd be satisfied if only you could be let out of this freaking room and unshackled from the floor. You're let loose twice a day to shower and use the facilities, under the watchful eye of Jimin's supervision and guidance. Seriously. He really has to help you shower! It's ridiculous and nauseating, and even more frustrating; it's something you have begun to become accustomed to in such a short period of time. You're given food, water and all of the provisions you need but this is tedious. You need something, anything to occupy your time.

The first three days you spent shivering on the floor and now the past five days you have had to endure complete and utter boredom. You've found that the degradation that Taehyung puts you through, having you touch yourself in front of him, has even begun to wane. At first, it was sickening and made you anxious to have his eyes bore into you, him lounging on his seat examining every inch of you as you pleasured yourself. But only five days into the routine and you're finding it mundane. The action is too often repeated. And when he has seen angles of you that even you can't see, the initial adrenaline of the whole situation starts to dissipate and become more clinical.

"Not that I'm complaining, Tae, but come on- why am I still doing this? It's getting monotonous isn't it?" you huff, your breathing not yet steady from the previous high still unfaded.

With a sigh he sits forward in his seat, resting his hands on his knees, "I will not tell you again pet, you don't call me that. You may refer to me as Master and that is all."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna do that Tae." you tisk. Over the past few days, you've become skilled in circumventing the word NO, seeing as it has become taboo. You're also finding that delicate line between where you can be a smart ass and Taehyung will tolerate it, and the other side where he shocks you. "Besides, you look like a Tae. Tae's sounds like a douche bag's name." A line you do not always toe to success.

The collar surges, dropping you down onto your back. To be honest, you kind of expected that one.

It rests off and your grunts of pain morph into a silent chuckle. The collar has become far less fear-inducing. You know what to expect from it now. That isn't to say it doesn't bring you to your knees and leave you with tears in your eyes. But knowing what to expect and that it won't last is half the element to enduring any pain.

"How 'bout Tae Tae?" You lift your head up to see an amused grin on Taehyung's face. "Don't like that one? What about Taehyungie? Or Ta Ta?" you continue to tease him, feeling confident that reprisal will not be felt. "No? Well, you have to pick one?" His widespread grin is a usual sign of placid entertainment at your mongrel-like attitude and comments. He doesn't respond so you switch topics. "So when are you going to let me out of this room?"

He stands, his tee shifting on his arms, loosening from their scrunched position on his biceps. "No." He leaves it blankly.

"Okay firstly," you list the points on your fingers, "That's a bad word. And second, it wasn't a yes or n-" you catch yourself with a chuckle. "It wasn't a yes or that word question, so I don't know what you're saying." Your sass levels have certainly risen being locked in here. You have to blame him. With nothing else to do you have to resort to childish antics to keep yourself spirited.

He walks over you, standing above your reclined body with you between his spread legs. He looks down at you and the urge to flick your foot up into his crotch is like an irresistible itch. One only kept in check by his entrancing hazel gaze.

"What." you snip, uncomfortable by how comfortable you are staring into his eyes. He licks his bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it.

"I'm having guests over tonight. And I'm just thinking of what to do with you." He squats, hovering over your torso. You lift up, resting on your elbows and are blocked, Tae's fingers pushing on your sternum keeping you against to floor. "You certainly don't deserve to be let off the training chain."

"Excuse me." you retort finding it difficult to relay confidence while flat on your back, but still having enough so that a trace of umph follows your words. "I have been cumming for you a dozen times a day. I think I am being exceptionally obliging. And I think I deserve a prize for putting up with your dull, repetitive, boring-ass routine."

He flicks under your chin, the want to kick him becoming less and less tamed. "Stupid little girl. These are not lessons in obedience or respect, obviously. This is merely an exercise to remove your shame. One that's working as expected." His hand grips around your neck loosely before trailing down your chest, gently cupping one of your breasts with his thumb stroking across your nipple. Before running back up to your neck and down your chest again. "You don't even seem to note your nakedness anymore and you no longer recoil under touch or approach. As exactly to plan." His words proud and boasted make you realize he is right. His fingers on your breast being felt but not disdained as initially so. "You're as programmable as any other pet."

"Dick!" You snidely try to shirk him off. In time with his smirk, the collar shocks you. Your fingers fumble with the sturdy metal band around your neck, not finding any point to lift it away from your skin as it seems to have perfectly contoured to your shape. The pain fades and a smile creeps back into your features, your chest inflating and lowering quickly as you pant for air. "You know the more you do that the less it works." You puff, not knowing what other backhanded remark to make. He smugly smiles, removing his hand from your skin.

"I have decided. The party space is on this floor anyhow, so I'll simply make it known that this room is included in the festivities." His fingers trace your jawline, leaving an irritating tingle under them.

Included in the festivities is a term that isn't sitting well with you.

"Y/n, you can feel free to behave like your natural repugnant self with my guests. There will be no punishment for your actions tonight."

Is he crazy? He wants you to behave as you normally would. This feels like a set-up.

He stands, his hand gripped around the meeting point of the collar and chain. Dragging you upwards, your position allows you nothing more than to float off the ground supported by your neck. With a subtle tick, the lock disengages releasing you onto the hard tiles with a slap.

"Asshole," you mumble under your breathe, shuffling to your side.

"I'll have Jimin prepare you."

*******

More and more people have been filling the open space outside of your room. The longer time goes on the more chatter you can hear through the closed door. With the thunderous distortion of noise, it seems like a gathering of hundreds.

Just earlier Jimin helped you into the shower after Taehyung left. An action that you still find insanely unwarranted. Being bathed like you're an infant child in need of assistance is infuriating. But Tae's right, you do have far less shame than you did only a week ago. And you don't know if it's because of repeating the same actions again and again and constantly being exposed that has turned you like this, or if it's because of your unexpected protectiveness of Jimin that you lowered your guard.

Like the first time you refused to let Jimin help you bathe, he got smacked around by Taehyung. The same thing happened the second time. Again you didn't see it happen, but Jimin came in with fresh bruises and the same company line. 'Master Kim punished me for not completing his orders. This is no more than the punishment I deserve'. Which is fucked up, right? So what were you going to do. Keep resisting and let this innocent guy take an ass-kicking for your refusal? Well, obviously not. So you put up with it. You don't know why you care what happens to him. It certainly isn't the attitude of Menon. You're not going to have anyone stand up for you there. You don't know, but you'd guess it's the same part of your brain that feels the need to stand up for old ladies. Apparently a troublesome character flaw of yours.

After Jimin dried your hair, he brushed it and tied it half up, half down with braids and sparkly pins around the back. The boys got a knack for hair you have to admit. You do look pretty.

Now stuck back to the floor you have a slight improvement to your barren situation. A grey woolly rug. It's comfy and much appreciated after more than a week of hard tiles. The feature most annoyingly that has been kept the same is the lack of clothing. You half expected to at least be allowed that skimpy panties and bra set from before, but not even that was granted.

Finally, you hear the bedroom door open. Kneeling up and peering down the hallway you can see the mass of people, now all hushed and all facing to a part of the room that's out of your view

"Ladies and Gentlemen. It is an honour to welcome you into my home." The booming voice of Taehyung carries down the hall. "I hope you all enjoy yourselves. Eat, drink, and have fun. My house is at your disposal for the evening." A welcoming clap greets his introduction. "Further for your viewing pleasure, at the end of this hall, you will find a pet that I have newly acquired. A mongrel from the slums of Menon." The silence of the mob turns into surprising babbling.

Ugh, well he did say you were included.

"She is untrained and a boisterous sort, so feel free to inspect her, but do be wary of undesirable behaviour." He's talking about you like you're a new feature in an exotic animal exhibit. As if at any moment you could flip out and attack someone. "With no further ado, please enjoy yourselves." A blast of applause sounds out, followed by buzzing conversations.

It doesn't take long until the first creeps make their way down the hall. An older lady and man, both dressed in the ridiculous fashion of Peranto. Clothing that looks like it may have been created on a dare. Bright, bold crazy shapes, yet the base of all clothing tight and constricted around their bodies. Neither of them pulling off the tightness.

"Oh look it's ugly." The blonde, horse-faced lady points at you. She scoffs in laughter at her rounded male partner who she is draping herself over, moving in closer to further examine you.

"Excuse you, bitch." You snip back, somehow still surprised by the arrogance of the upper class. You are not ugly! Okay. You are actually very pretty! It's just that these brainless Perantians are so used to pets that are overly manufactured that are they're hardly natural.

Both snicker, seeming amused by you as more onlookers pour into the room.

You are really uncomfortable right now. Emotionally and physically. You're stuck sitting on your knees and the chain not letting you get into a better position.

The newcomers mingle with the bitchy couple, all studying you, pointing and talking as if you're a lifeless doll for their amusement.

Behind them a tall grey-bearded man strolls in, pulling behind him a petite young girl in a short straight black dress. Her neck donning a collar similar to yours, hers attached to a chain being directed by the elder man.

Ew.

It just hit you, that most of these people have had, or do have pets, that don't know anything about the world yet. They're born, trained, and bought. Without ever knowing anything other than their role as a sex toy.

That is so disgusting. How is that right?!

The man leads his pet forward. Who walks behind him, head down, fingers intertwined in front of her. "This is the Mongrel?" he gestures at you widely, dropping the chain which clatters into the legs of the pet. The other vultures, now close to 13 people, gather in tighter, all cackling around you.

"I know, isn't she inferior." Another thin-framed woman clicks at you, signalling for you to move forward with the wiggle of her finger. Your face is stuck screwed up. Looking up at these repulsive humans who are openly judging you, standing above you like they are better than you somehow.

You feel utterly sick. To say that you are not enjoying being on display is an understatement.

"Scrag. Here." She clicks, her tone full of conceit.

Your head is about to explode. Who the hell do they all think they are!?

"Fuck you." You snap in utter disbelief at the lack of humanity these jackals have.

All break into a tremendous roar of laughter, none taking your outburst or disgust seriously. They're ridiculing you as if you are a tantruming, undisciplined child. The bunch of them continue their prattling, exiting the room and leaving you to shudder in repulsion in the wake of their mockery.

For fuck's sake. You have to put up with this the entire night? One self-important asshole is one enough, but a house full of them. Dear God.

Alright Y/n, let's not lose our head. The Elite said that there would be no consequences for the night. So you can be an absolute bitch with no repercussions. So instead of being annoyed, let's play a little game called; Piss off Peranto.

You're not alone for long, a younger man- early '20s comes in for an inspection of the mongrel pet, bringing with him his own. A boy a little younger than you comes trailing after him, again with a collar and chain. The owner walks closer but stands examining you without a word. Overlooking you as if you're some fine work of art and he is taking in every last detail. It's very creepy.

"So what's the problem?" He cock his eyebrow at your sudden unclear question- although it might be the question or it might be due to the fact that a pet is talking to him. "What, you can't get a date? So you just buy one? That's kind of sad."

"Excuse me." He blusters.

"Never mind." A smirk is fighting to take control of your mouth and it is a struggle to keep it back. "By the way, orange isn't your colour." You notion to his loud orange, puffy blazer. "But I guess it must be your plan to wear something even more hideous than your face to distract people." You stare at him dead-pan watching the red fill up his cheeks. His pet boy staring at you wide-eyed.

Your eyes are locked and you'll be damned if you're going to look away first. But he does. With an outraged huff, he storms from the room.

We have a winner!

Okay, tonight might be fun.

More come and go at a steady rate, and you make a point to insult every single one of them. Each in new and inventive ways. Creating an environment too toxic for any of them to remain in the room. Seeing such arrogant, self-important assholes be completely baffled by your abhorrent comments is the best thing you have experienced in your life. It almost makes up for everything that led up to this moment.

A dozen people come and go before Jimin scurries into the room, his normal anxious look amplified in his clear blue eyes.

"Miss Y/n." He whispers, looking over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" He is quite emphatic- almost scolding, which is unusual for him.

"What? Taehyung said I wouldn't get in trouble for anything I did. And besides all of these people are jerks. Why shouldn't I be as rude to them as they are to me?"

He kneels beside you looking over his shoulder again in a nervous repetition. "Miss, all of the people you are speaking to might wish to pair their pets with you in the future. And will most certainly hold a grudge."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." You shake your head.

He sighs, brushing his thumb over his nose. "In Peranto it is a common custom to hold pet parties. A gathering where Owners show off their property as a sign of status. It's a normal practice to exchange pets at these events, or sometimes even for extended periods of time. Meaning they would be granted control of you, to do to you or have you do anything they wish. Any number of the people that you have been insulting could be attendants, and if Master allows it your treatment of them tonight could certainly place you into a position of retaliation." He nods, clenching his jaw, trying to drive home his message.

You nod in return. None of these pretentious jerks scares you and you doubt any would want to further interact with you after tonight, but you agree to calm Jimin.

"Okay. Okay, I understand." You smile, grabbing his hand. "Don't worry, I won't insult any of the guests anymore." You reassure him in a slightly dismissive way. He purses his lips together not seeming to be satisfied with your change in resolve, maintaining a worried look that refuses to shift. But he is convinced enough to leave you alone again.

The new wave of guests flood into the room, this time half a dozen. You sit through their appraisals, your mind ticking over as you listen to their evaluations. It's hard to miss a stout older woman who is wearing a dark purple chiffon dress. It would be so easy to decimate her. But you don't want to upset Jimin.

And another idea springs to your mind anyway.

"So you're a friend of Tae's?" You ask her with a pointed look. She seems entirely too uppity to even acknowledge your question. "Kim Taehyung. The Elite." You put his title in air quotes rolling your eyes for dramatic effect.

All of them stop. All of them silent. All of them looking perplexed whether your blunt disrespect is intentional.

"You know he has a dress like that." You remove their uncertainty. "You look better in it, though. Purple's not really his colour. But he insists that the purple lingerie suits him." They all look mortified at the lax way you are talking about someone who is basically their royalty. "I've only been here a week, but I keep tryna tell him, the bouffont style dresses don't suit you, Tae. Of course, he doesn't listen to me though. Maybe you can tell him?" You leave it there. Enjoying the way the room fills with a thick nervousness.

"Oh, look. They served cake." A lady from the back desperately breaks the reticence and all of them take the queue to rush from the room. Leaping at the chance to leave a conversation that is directed at embarrassing one of their Elite.

You can't help but break down laughing! All of their faces were risible!

This is fun.

Through the night you continue this act of making up rumours, one after the other about Taehyung. Every single entrant is too appalled by you to stay longer than a minute. It's entirely too hilarious and an entertaining solution to their prodding stares.

After the fifth or sixth wave of people, they slow to a trickle. Apparently, no one wanting to come in any longer and listen to someone they hold no respect for, make up accusations about their host.

******

At 2 am the party is still going heavy, but you haven't had any visitors for the past hour or so. Giving you time to relax on the soft woollen rug.

Your eyes are heavy and you're starting to drift when new footsteps sound on the tiles and pull your focus. Looking up, standing in the entrance are two unexpectedly stunning men. One is tall and broad, looking perfectly crafted like a marble statue. He's dressed in a similar fashion to the other guests, wearing the same ostentatious clothing. But unlike them, he is somehow making it look incredible. A large white puffy jacket with an obnoxious furred hood, pastel pink pants, and his straight, dark brown fringe sticking out of an olive beanie. His facial features look perfectly crafted and from them, his plump full lips and his thick neck draw your attention the most.

Next to him, is a man whose style is more classic like Taehyung's. A black embroidered suit with a diamond hemmed lapel and a white ruffled blouse underneath. Your eyes immediately focus on his divinely warm-toned, flawless skin. And then on the most sharply cut jawline that you have ever seen. His eyes smiling in the slightest, the tops of them just covered by a head of strawberry blonde hair, that makes the darkness of his brows and eyes, and the pinkness of his lips even more prominent. He looks unreal, like an unfathomable mix of detailed beauty and just insanely hot.

It takes you a few awe-stricken moments for your brain to catch up and for you to realize that they are Elites.

Like of course, they are.

The blonde man walks closer to you, and for the first time tonight, you feel completely inadequate.

"So this is Taehyung's latest endeavour." He sighs. His voice quite enthusiastic and nasally. Reverberating in your ear as it comes out.

Arriving at his side, the other man nearly fills up your vision with his wide chest. He is much broader and more muscular looking than Taehyung, who in comparison is almost scrawny in appearance. And if you were to guess, you would imagine that he is younger than these two men also.

"You know what he's like, Hoseok. He likes toys that are unique. He'll get bored eventually."

"Well, he had better. We're not running a rescue service." Hoseok snips. "I don't want other mongrels thinking they can cheat their way into the capital like this."

You're dazed, taking a bit too long to process everything that they are saying, but you eventually get focused.

Are all the Elites just assholes like Taehyung?

"I don't want to be here either, you know." You snap back, feeling defensive at his implication that you somehow planned or even wanted to be Taehyung's pet. "What do you think, being chained to the floor and insulted by useless tools is my life's ambition?"

"Wow, he wasn't kidding." The tall one leans over, getting into your personal space. "Not trained at all." He smiles, performing the same invasive examination that all the others have. "What's your name?"

"Jin, don't encourage it" Hoseok scolds.

It? You really have to bite your tongue to try to keep your mouth closed. The last time you yelled an Elite you just met, it didn't end well. You're better off letting the remarks float by and hating them in silence.

"I just don't get the fascination." Jin's hand comes to your jaw, moving your head from side to side. "She's pretty average. Are there things that mongrels know how to do that normal pets don't?"

"Who cares, it's gross. You shouldn't even be touching it."

But you only have so much restraint.

"What the hell is your problem? No one's making you be here. Fuck off." You snap.

Jin stands up and bursts into a loud jarring laugh, but Hoseok's reaction is more hostile. He steps forward and swats at your cheek with the back of his hand. It's barely enough to knock your head but it stings all the same.

Not wanting to give him any sign of weakness or of being affected, you stare straight at him. Burning hate in your eyes. He doesn't look away like all the others have tonight. And the longer he looks down at you, the softer his face becomes until a small faint smile shows. He's much more reactive and intimidating than the other man or Taehyung. His style of superiority seems more belligerent and harmful than the bemused disregard all the others treat you with.

"Well let's hope Taehyung keep her long enough that she experiences a true pet party," he says, not looking away from you for a moment. "I would enjoy seeing how much a scrag from Menon can endure."

"They built us tough in the slums," you respond, not letting yourself appear vulnerable.

"We'll have to test that." He smiles brightly.

******

A flooding light drags you from your sleep.

"Stop!" You whine, covering your eyes with your hands to little benefit.

"Did you enjoy your night?" Taehyung questions. You tilt your head up looking at the clock through blurry eyes. 6:40 am.

"Ugh, what are you doing? Go to sleep!" You whinge, rolling over onto your stomach.

His foot taps the side of your leg. You groan again, grumpily looking up to shoot daggers at him. He pays you no mind, sitting on the floor beside you with one knee up, seeming far more laid back than he has been in previous days.

"So apparently I like to wear purple dresses and recreate musicals naked."

Even half-asleep, you can't help but heartily chuckle, amused by how your childish rumours travelled. You can't believe people told him that.

Chortling much longer than necessary, you laugh so hard your eyes well with tears.

"Did you hear the part about stuffing a bra with a grapefruit?" You ask, beaming with pride.

"Yeah, I did. My favourite was born with both sets of genitals. Apparently with that one you were quite convincing." He smiles.

He's not annoyed like you assumed. He seems genuinely impressed.

"Yeah." You nod, another roar of sleepy hysterics following. Rocking up, you sit crossed legged. Tae is smiling at you, his pearly white teeth glimmering against his tan skin.

It's sort of impressive that he can laugh at himself like that, you wouldn't have thought he could.

Slowly your amusement dies down. Stretching your arms up, you yawn, rolling and twisting your back trying to loosen your sore muscles.

Startling you a little, he suddenly leans forward. His hand reaching out to your neck, unlocking the chain from the collar. His finger remaining hooked in the ring. As he stands the collar tips and you have the sense to stand alongside him so you're not choked.

When you stand he steps into you. The smile not leaving his face, he looks directly into your eyes. Watching your reaction. He steps towards you again and you take a pace backwards trying to limit the intrusive closeness. But he keeps coming, walking at you, directing you through the room to the bed. Your heart pumping a little quicker as you let yourself be moved. Your palms feeling moist from apprehension.

Both being caught up in and dreading his near proximity.

With no more space, your knees make contact with the bed frame and he pushes you back onto the mattress. Your chest constricting heavily at the moment he climbs on after you. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, hovering over you, his buttoned shift hanging low enough to graze your bare skin.

Slowly Taehyung's hand comes up, floating for a moment before two fingers lightly brush down your lips. Parting them slightly.

"I'm going to have to teach you to put that mouth to better use." He hums. Biting his lip gently. "So you can use it to make me happy instead of trying to provoke me."

You can only swallow heavily, realizing you had left your mouth open. Your hands bunching in the bedding a little. His fingertips continue down your chin and neck, trailing between your breasts. Sparks flying through your body at the points of contact.

His eyes are so intense and drawing it's hard to look away. You're feeling overly affected by him. And it only worsens as he lowers down to you. His mouth resting just off your ear, his deep exhale sending a shiver down your legs.

"Sleep well, little pet," he whispers. Lifting up, standing over you with a smirk.

"What?" you rest up on your elbows, looking in shock at his sudden retraction. He doesn't wait for your mind to come out of its trance as he leaves you abruptly. Making you feel confused even as you hear the lock on the door clunking shut.

What the hell just happened?

It takes a moment for your body to settle and your mind to clear before you realize he's actually let you off that bloody chain!

Gasping in delight you jump further onto the bed. Shifting into the comfortable soft, airiness of the mattress. Wriggling deeper and deeper into the sheets and blankets, getting wrapped up in the fluffy warmth. Sinking into something you've been so long deprived.