#I got his permission to post this to tumblr years ago but couldn't find it until I was going through old files looking for photos

[artbyblastweave]

My father's funeral was yesterday. There are a lot of ways that I could attempt to eulogize him, but for the sake of expediency I'm going to go with an incident, towards the tail end of the Obama administration, where I was sitting in the living room reading, and he charges in in a big huff, says, "Look at what he sent me! Can you believe this guy?" and hands me this:

[lespritdekin]

enslaving appetence.

the man dressed in white was an enigma, but his revolting desire to possess you for all of his eternity wasn't. na jaemin was the devil's entity in human form, and he scorched you in the burning flames of your nightmares.

pairingㅡ yandere!jaemin x fem!reader

other charactersㅡ best friend and crush!jeno

genreㅡ yandere!au

warningsㅡ madman!jaemin, stalking, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of sexual preferences, breach of privacy, implied physical abuse, use of a baseball bat.

song recㅡ she will be loved by maroon 5

disclaimerㅡ as far as my miniscule intelligence could muster, i may have posted this piece on wattpad a year ago or two under the name 'neo alternative plots' or alike. with that explanation, please don't react to the oneㅡshot's presence here on tumblr negatively. this also isn't proofread.

You watched as the pink decorations of the ceiling mimicked your nose, the happy smile on your face getting greeted by an excited Roseanne. You embraced her dressed her figure as she did your own, the gentle noise of the lullabies of her favorite songs supplemented her girlish saturnalia.

You observed your environment and smiled widely, this was the theme you wanted when you were sixteen, and you're happy your best friend got to live her dreams.

You were scooping in a small bowl of punch to drink and munch on as all of you were at the backyard of Roseanne's home, a film on going about your female companion's life story to where she is now. As you were about to pull a slice of lasagna from the tray, a large figure dressed in white shadowed your hand.

You looked up to see a gorgeous brunette with dark, tantalizing eyes, his pretty lips in a small lopsided smile. You unconsciously swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled your hand away from him, apologizing for the things you've never done wrong.

❝I don't accept apologies from gentle faces, princess.❞ A lethargic smirk made its way to his devastatingly breathtaking face, the air escaping your nose suddenly asking for entrance.

❝Although, I'd love to see you rotten.❞ The leathery substance of his inky voice held your throat captive in its seat, the inching hand on your own tiny one made your skin crawl. Your eyes trembled from their sockets, the humidity of his lips turning your skin cold.

What did he want to turn you in?

R-Rotten?

❝P-please,❞ You squeaked, his eyes turning darker, duller, more disheartening. ❝Let go of me.❞ The nimble appendages around yours tightened their grip, the male forced a smile. You yanked your hand away, and a broad back made its way to greet your mousy nerves. Your cheek touched the soft fabric of his lavender pullover, and you immediately acknowledged the scent.

❝Respect the girl's privacy, man.❞ Jeno grumbled from his strong stance, the sardonic, hateful laugh of the man with midnight eyes eyeing your best friend's hand on yours, the way your fingers clutched at Jeno and not at him.

❝Pretty boy came to pretty girl's rescue, how romantic.❞ The white silk of his fit tuxedo adjusted, his hand running up the thick strands of his brown hair. His head hung down, but his eyes bulged forward. Your hands scrambled to find substance of relief when his feet came closer and closer, his abyssmal orbs boring right into your savior.

❝Better watch out for the Madman if you want your skin unscathed.❞ The silence of his voice caused you to wince, and you hid your face on Jeno's back, his hand instinctively holding your arm. The odd chap turned away, went on his heel, and disappeared into the party. You held your head, Jeno turning immediately to hold you close to him.

❝You're alright, [Name]. You're safe.❞ Tears blurred your vision and you cried, large thumbs swiping them away. Jeno didn't need to ask what you needed to have, wanted to hold, he was there through it all, and he's seen you in lights other people haven't, seen you burned and drowned and survived.

❝I'll take you home.❞ Jeno excused the both of you, telling the birthday girl that you needed to leave. Rosie embraced you and wished for your well-being before you left. Jeno never let go of your hand, you've been staring at it for the entire while. The male looks down at you, an apologetic smile on his face.

❝I'll hold your hand, don't worry. The parking lot's only a few blocks away, I'll keeping you close.❞ You didn't give him a response, continuing to walk along side him.

You sat inside the front seat and held your phone with trembling hands, your best friend turning on the heater for you. He kissed your head before driving away from the parking lot, wanting to play the first song of your favorite playlist whenever you're feeling down.

❝Dㅡdo you mind?❞ You softly asked Jeno, his eyes suddenly turning into crescent moons when he looked at you. ❝Go on.❞ You turned your phone of and browsed through the screen, pressing onto the first song of a dozen. Your nose had turned red from crying, and the only way you could ease it away was by listening to your favorite songs.

Jeno caught a glimpse of your face once the tune reverberated within the vehicle. He sighed, absolutely despised when male after male molest you. You weren't a toy to play with, you needed care, love and guidance, some things he's always done to you for so long.

You felt revolting. You felt like your world was crippling, distorting, shattering, just as you were finally alright again, just as you were finally read to be happy again. Your fingers shivered despite the ongoing heat of the car. Your best friend took notice and held your hand in his again, your heart almost ‎skipping another beat.

He brought you to your flat and made sure that your roommates were home. He gave you a towel after knocking on the door for permission, seeing your newly washed face gave him feathers inside. You were so adorable like that. You dried your face and changed into a pair of thick pink pajamas, your thoroughly scrubbed hand rivaling the feminine color.

You assisted Jeno on the way to the door after he made sure all of your windows and doors were locked and snug. You laughed at him softly after the occurrence of a male touching you like a predator temporarily left your mind as you see Jeno with roseate adorning his cheeks.

You look up at him with red eyes, already wrapping your arms around him. ❝I could kiss you right now.❞ He muttered, holding your cheek. ❝But, I don't have your consent, and your roommates are probably awake.❞ You giggled wholeheartedly, causing him to heave a sigh despite chuckling.

❝[Name], your parents might hate me!❞ He whined, but you continued to laugh, you didn't give a damn if he brought you to a stage and kissed you in front of a crowd, you didn't care if he kissed you in a family reunion.

❝You two are so annoying!❞ Someone screamed from two bedrooms down, the both of you and Jeno genuinely laughing. Despite allowing his submission to appear, his hands never left your back protectively, and you felt safer than a baby getting taken care of an entire village.

He held you in his arms one last time before walking through the doorway, closing the door after him. You leaned your back on the smooth wood and slid down, keeping your squeals at minimum. Your person of interest of almost a year held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, kissed your hair, made you feel special, and wanted your parent's approval of everything.

You went back to your room and screamed into the pillows, your hand waiting for the phone to ding. You eventually turned drowsy, but you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, but they were futile. You went downstairs and had three glasses of water, all chugging them down in one go.You washed your face in the kitchen sink and washed your glass and was about to return, not until one of your favorite songs played through the speakers from your room.

Your eyes trembled, and so did your hands.

You immediately hid inside a bottom cabinet, covering your mouth with your hands.Your roommates never entered your room strictly without your word, and they disliked your odd taste in music for them to play your speaker and one of your favored songs. Just before you could foolishly land your foot over the creaking wood of the stairwell, the screeching noise of your room opened, heavy, aching boots gripped the silence of the flat, and you almost pissed yourself.

You covered your ears, the sound of another thumping object frightening you. He desired nothing but to daunt you, turn you into a demented marionette, just like him.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

Each nerve in your body stiffened and your teeth clattered, you assume your hair stood in all directions, and you're certain your heartbeat's abormally thumping inside your chest. You need Jeno, but your phone's in your room, you could call or run for your roommates, but he'd already be there, appendages wrapped prettily around your neck.

And indeed, he was awaiting for your arrival of submission.

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times, but somehow, I want more

The deafening dollops of burning rubber on wood ceased sound, but the certain reverberating outcries of polished wood on rusty ones had you inching closer to the corner of an enclosure that barely fit you, and your mind was running wild. He could feel it, your idiotic heartbeat grumbling inside an unprotected fence, something he can break so easily.

❝I don't mind spending everyday out on the corner in the pouring rain.❞

Your eyes shot up, the accostumed voice in your ears, the silent, demanding whispers, the glacial, dispassionate delivery of a monster, and you've only heard it once. He smirked, tracing the dimly lit crevices from the street lamps standing tall on the fronts of the floor, the thin glass of the windows making him believe how pathetic you were, how much of a feeble-minded whore you were.

Look for the girl with a broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

You hear footsteps again, aggressive, menacing, resounding, and he was so close, so near of getting his hands on you, taking what was never his. You enclosed your fingers and bit your knuckle, closing your eyes shut. Tears encaptured the pink-stained skin of your plump, delicate cheeks. He could materialize the trembling clatter of your teeth, the perspiration in between your chest, and the reverberating drift of your clenching pussy.

And she will be loved

❝She will be loved.❞

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Across Seven Seas

Chapter 4

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

WE FINALLY FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED WITH CHRIS IN THIS CHAPTER!

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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P.S- India follows only one timezone.

P.P.S- All the photographs used in the chapters are of the real locations mentioned. I clicked these photographs on my vacation.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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Chapter 4

7th September, 1:50 pm - Dehradun-Mussoorie Road

Seated comfortably in 2 large SUVs, the Evans family was on its way to Maple-Fawn, where they were to spend the rest of their vacation in peace. While almost everyone was fast asleep, Chris was wide-awake, awestruck with the view as their cars drove on winding slopes of the mountain. His body was tired, but his eyes refused to shut, taking in every detail of the natural beauty.

When they finally reached the hotel, the cold air was cruelly nipping at them. Since Delhi had been extremely hot, they had decided to ditch the winter wear until after they reached Mussoorie. Basking in the warmth of their rooms, Chris couldn't help but marvel at the view from his room. The entire valley was sprawled beneath him, the hill-side dotted with lush green leaves.

There were mountains as far as his eyes could see, dark green set against the bright blue sky. This would be a good place to sketch, he thought, sitting on the chair in his bedroom balcony.

The rest of the day was uneventful for the family, with all of them tuckered out.

Same day, 5:30pm - Hotel Maple-Fawn

Bundled up in 2 sweaters, a jacket, skull cap and finally, a shawl to cover it all up, Meera finished her walk across the property. She now knew where the gym, yoga centre, gaming zone, library, swimming pool, dance club, spa and garden were located. She knew every exit, every corridor and passage. She was satisfied with the amount of fire extinguishers present and their ease of access. The hotel had various maps screwed into the walls, with clearly demarcated ways to the nearest exit and fire extinguishers.

Heading back to her room, she felt her phone vibrate. "Hey Ma, what happened?" she answered the call. "Where are you?" "Just taking a walk, coming back now." "YOU LEFT THE HOTEL?! ALONE?!" shouted her mother. "Ma, calm down, I did not leave the hotel. I was just taking a walk inside the hotel premises. I wanted to see their gym, swimming pool, gaming zone, spa..." "Oh okay okay, but you should have told me you are going na." "Have you checked your phone? I sent you a Whatsapp message when I left. You even received it," replied Meera. "Yes but that was a long time ago!" "It was only 20 minutes ago Ma!" said an indignant Meera, "It is not my fault that you panicked!" "I am your mother. I have every right to panic when I can't find my children." Reaching the lift to her portion of the hotel, Meera disconnected the call.

Conducting a thorough check of any premises had become somewhat of a habit for Meera. There had been too many instances where innocent people had been the victims of fires just because the building had not been upto code, or even if they were, then the people did not know where the exits were or how to use a fire extinguisher. She was not going to take any chances when it came to protecting her family.

Entering the shared bedroom, Meera's mother ran to hug her, "Where were you? Do you know how worried I was?" "Mom I had been gone for just 20 minutes. Can you please not be so clingy?" retorted Meera, dodging her mother. "I am a mother. Mothers are not clingy." "First of all," replied Meera, "A mother is a relation and being clingy is a personality trait, so yes, you can be both. And secondly, I told you where I am na, what is the need to be so hyper all the time?" "I worry Bala," her Mother said with concern, "Times are bad." "If the times are bad then..." "How is the rest of the hotel?" interrupted Poppy, ending their conversation. "It is great. They even have a small library here. Some of your favourite authors are available as well. There's Danielle Steel, Maeve Binchy and Babara Taylor Bradford." "Oo that's nice. Any books which we haven't read?" "I don't know which books you haven't read, but I will take you there whenever you want. I got this interesting book which talks about the history of Mussoorie and..." "Why is my phone hanging?" Poppy interrupted again, "Meera check and see what is wrong with my phone." Meera quietly sighed. Her grandmother had an annoying habit of interrupting people when they were talking about something she wasn't interested in. Clearing some of the junk from the phone, she handed it back to Poppy. "Aah now it's working properly," smiled Poppy.

Next day, 10am - Hotel Maple-Fawn

The restaurant where all the meals were served housed floor-to-ceiling windows which offered a beautiful view of the trees and overlooked the valley below.

The Evans family was already at the table next to the window, savoring the delicious breakfast. Scott suddenly stopped eating his omelette, his eyes squinting at something across the room. "Did you guys see that woman? She took a bowl of cornflakes and is eating them without milk! Why would she do that?" Carly and Lisa turned around while Shanna tried to crane her neck to look at the person. "Who are you talking about?" asked Shanna. "That woman in the skull cap! She's sitting at the table of 4, with 3 other people! The one who's wearing the bulky sweater and shawl!" "That's not a woman, that's a man," stated Carly, "I saw him walking around our wing yesterday. He was looking at all the fire extinguishers and the maps for some reason. I thought he worked with the hotel. What a weirdo." "I think that's a woman," contributed Lisa, "What do you think Chris?" "Not interested," came the reply.

Over the course of the next few days, members of the Evans family kept spotting the 'mystery person', either at the gaming zone, the library, restaurant or around the premises. Shanna swore she once heard the person and their voice sounded "Deep and gruff, just like a man's!" "Bullshit!" retorted Scott, "I saw her crouching on the gravel pathway yesterday. It's a she!" "Wait why was she crouching on the pathway for no reason? That is so weird!" commented Stella, Chris' 13-year-old niece. "Oh she was picking up some wrapper or plastic, I don't know I wasn't very close." "Then how are you sure it was she and not he?" argued Shanna.

The doorbell of their suite rang, putting a pause to the argument. The concierge, Ankur, was at the door. He informed them that the hotel was organising a horse-riding workshop for the next day and wanted to check if anyone would be interested to participate. "Sounds like fun," Scott wondered, "No! I cannot hear you complain about chafed thighs for the rest of the vacation," said Chris. After they politely refused, Ankur reminded Chris about the mediation program. "You have only visited one session sir, when we had you signed up for the entire duration of your stay. Did you not like the session?" "Oh no it was great. I... I just wanted to spend sometime with my family, you know?" "I understand sir. You can rejoin the program anytime you want. I will take your leave. Do let us know if there's anything we can do to serve you," and with that, Ankur left.

"I am sorry," apologized Carly, "I thought you might like the mediation program. Rishikesh is just a few hours away you know. We can go and spend the rest of our vacation there." "Please don't say that," replied Chris, "They have a nice teacher here. It's just that I have already heard and read everything that the guru was preaching. Plus it's so beautiful here. I want us to stay," Chris tried his best to sound convincing.

It wasn't that this vacation was a bad idea, the change of location and the absence of the hounding media had relieved some of the stress Chris had been facing. It was just that Chris felt like he didn't belong anywhere. Uptil now, for the better part of the vacation, he had stayed holed up in his room, either watching PicFlix or sitting in his balcony, with a blank notepad and pencil. There were days when his mind was flooded with thoughts and then there were times when he felt... numb. He sat in the cold, without a sweater or a jacket, just to feel the nip of the wind, which never really came. He felt like he was either running at top speed, or he had come to a full stop. When therapy had not worked for him, he had tried to speak to his family, but they were always supportive and just this once, just this once, he did not want them to be. He had fucked up, and he wanted a way to fix it. But how could he when he himself needed fixing?

Settling back in his room, with a glass of whisky, neat, he closed his eyes, to rewind everything that had happened, once again.

Post the COVID-19 nightmare, when the country had finally reopened and life had started to return to normalcy, Chris and his partners, Mark Kassen and Joe Kiani, had finally launched their civic engagement project A Starting Point (ASP). The launch had been successful, with Chris' devoted fans flocking to the website in the first few days. The concept had been quite simple, to get senators on one-minute videos to answer questions on topics related to education, trade policies, immigration and more. They had managed to get inputs and secure participation from politicians belonging to both the parties. It all worked fine for the first 2 months.

The third month came with its own set of issues. Many politicians started promoting their own agendas, instead of just explaining the existing policies. This led to a shortage of interview clips as Chris and his team refused to air such videos.

As time went on, politicians belonging to the same parties started giving different, contradicting information on the same topics. While some senators painted a pretty picture about a particular policy, others spoke against it. What added fuel to the fire was that the some of the news media had started reporting that Chris was causing friction in both the political parties through ASP, especially the Republican party. It also didn't help that Chris had been outspoken against the previous Republican President. Moreover, politicians who answered questions by ASP started changing their responses when they were asked the same questions by the media. They blamed Chris for somehow manipulating and changing their responses.

This had already started taking a toll on Chris' career. Award functions were reluctant to invite him to the ceremony, let alone nominate him for his roles. His box office collections had started seeing a decline. Even the media was increasingly writing negative stories about him, wondering whether America's blue-eyed hero is finally becoming the villian.

As months passed, an increased number of citizens were disgruntled by the lack of new videos and hence, lack of information on the site.

The final nail in ASP's coffin was Senator Yellowstone. One of the youngest senators to ever be elected, Senator Yellowstone was charming, intelligent and sharp. He understood the need for reforms in the governement and knew that change was inevitable in order for the country to progress. It was uncanny how Chris and Yellowstone agreed on multiple political issues. Both of them saw eye-to-eye when it came to the electoral college, voting and other issues. As a result, Yellowstone became one of the top contributors of ASP, always open to share a small video on the topics that mattered the most.

Chris would never forget the day when Yellowstone's rape scandal broke the news. He had been accused of rape and molestation by 43 teenagers. Apparently, as a part of his community outreach, Yellowstone ran a program wherein he would tutor and guide young females who would be interested to take part in politics in the near future. Chris had been impressed by the initiative and had supported Yellowstone. But, he did not know that Yellowstone was using the initiative as a front for his horrific crimes. That scandal destroyed Chris, professionally and personally. ASP finally shut down and all the studios cancelled their contracts with him. He was fired from his ongoing projects. While the court had acquitted Chris of all charges, the media still put him on trial everytime. He couldn't come to face the truth. He blamed himself for what happened to those poor girls. He could have been, should have been more careful in trusting people. But, Yellowstone's charm was such that he could charm the snake into shedding it's skin, and then sell it back to him.

Chris had publically apologized to all the victims and had discreetly offered to pay for their education. While some graciously accepted the offer, understanding that Chris had nothing to do with the scandal, a few others saw it as Chris' attempt to hide his 'alleged' involvement. They approached the media with this story and as expected, the next day his kind gesture was butchered, tainted as a 'cover-up fiasco' by the news outlets.

It had been a year since then. There were no new projects on Chris' desk. Most of the film industry was practising their distance, with only a few loyal friends sticking by his side. His social media accounts lay dormant. There were still a portion of his fans who stood by him, defending him on the internet, but there was a large number of people who even today thought he had to do something with the scandal and was to blame.

Everyday, his remorse ate him alive. Everyday, he felt himself slipping into the abyss and everyday, his motivation to try and reach out for help lessened. Everyday.

Chris' phone pulled him out of his reverie. He saw Scott's name on the screen, asking him to join the family for dinner. Chris looked at the untouched glass of whisky, deciding he was not hungry.

Not tonight.

[bxmbiiii]

Detention (M)

(A/n: This is my first smut that I wrote a year ago, but I’m posting it now (crazy right?). This was requested by a associate of mine (I wrote it for her) so if you see it on her wattpad or tumblr, no I didn’t steal it. I did, however, polish, tweak, and clean up the smut part mostly because, when I looked at it before it was cringey as hell.)

Jimin's Pov

BRRING!

"Class is dismissed."

I huffed a breathe of relief that this godforsaken class was over.

'Finally get to leave this hell hole'

"Not you Mr. Park."

'Fuuuck'

"What could I have possibly done this time Mr. Min?" I asked rolling my eyes" and slumping in my seat.

Mr. Min arrogantly smiles, showing off a cute- 'What the hell is wrong with me? Cute? Hell no!'

Mr. Min Yoongi is my stupid, fucking annoying, Algebra teacher. This class happens to be the last of my day, which makes it the longest. 'Yay me!' If you couldn't detect the sarcasm already, no, I don't like him...

Okay maybe I do, but it's hard when your highschool teacher is hot as fuck, but tortures you every second they get. So what if I might fall asleep during his class, or forget to turn in homework most of the time? It doesn't mean he gets to pick on me about it, and call me out in front of the whole class does it? I just wish-

"MR. PARK!" a loud ass voice suddenly screeches at me. I jump in surprise and I'm met with Mr. Mins crotch in front of my face. I slowly look up into those dark brown sexy eyes, and I feel my face slowly start blushing profusely.

"Mr. Park have you been listening to anything I've been saying for the last five minutes?" He questions me, pink lips twisting into a devastatingly hot smirk.

".....no." I speak up meekly.

"I said 'If I catch you breaking anymore classroom rules this semester I will punish you.' Now go on home before your parents start worrying." He casually backs away from my desk, turning around, and heading towards his desk.

'I will punish you.' The words ring in my ears and I quickly feel myself get hard. My eyes were glued to his ass, hugged tightly in sleek black dress pants. l felt my dick harden in my pants a little more, as I hurriedly began putting my books together. I stood up when finished, and made my way to the classroom door.

My hand was on the door knob when, "Also Mr. Park?", I turned my head to the left quickly, facing Mr. Min. "Make sure to get a good nights sleep." He flashes me a quick gummy smile, which almost makes me cum in my pants, and I leave out the door quickly.

'Great, now I gotta jerk off when I get home, before starting on homework'

(Next Day)

'I'm in Mr. Mins class again, reviewing our unit for an upcoming test, when some bitch starts bothering me'

"Hey....Pssst!" The voice to my right tries to grab my attention.

"Hey, Jimin. Jiiimiiiiniiie~. Jim-" the voice gets cut of by, you guessed it me.

"What in the hell do you want?" I whispered, whipping my head sharply to the right to be met with Jungkooks (a young ass kid who's in my class for some damn reason) big ass eyes.

"May I borrow a pencil?" I rolled my eyes.

'Is this bitch serious?'

"No, now stop-"

"PARK JIMIN!" Mr. Min angrily cuts me off.

'Aww shit. Thanks-a-fucking-lot Jungkook'

"Do you have something to share with the class? I thought I had a discussion with you about this behavior yesterday." He says tilting his head to the right, staring into my soul.

"It-" I could hardly get a word out to defend myself, before being cut off again.

"Don't try to bring up petty excuses, as I clearly saw you distracting one of your fellow classmates. If you think that your all mightly and superior then-"

"You know what Mr. Min? FUCK YOU AND THIS CLASS! I wasn't interrupting shit, and you know that as much as I do. I don't understand why you constantly pick on me, but I do know I'm fucking sick of it." My breathe was labored, and face probably as red as a tomatoe after getting everything off my chest.

"You have afterschool detention Mr. Park." Mr. Min eyes me dangerously. He goes back to the white board going over the lesson.

'Fine with me' I roll my eyes and zone out waiting for class to end. The sooner the class ends, the sooner detention will too.

BRRING!

(Jimins Pov)

I slump in my seat as I eye everyone (especially Jungkooks dumbass) with envy packing up and leaving the classroom.

A good silent ten minutes go by, and I find myself starring at Mr. Min. I let my eyes trail over his god-like face. Nicely kept dark eyebrows,and a small slightly widened, round nose. His lips were small, but full and deliciously pink. His bottom lip was caught in underneath his teath. His skin was a smooth ivory, with a light tan, and he had an upside-down diamond shaped face, with jawline that could send me to heaven. His eyes.....were looking straight at me.

'Fuck, I got caught'

"Do you see something you like Mr. Park? Or should I say Jimin?" He asked me with an alluring tone.

"N-no. I just had something on my mind that's all."

(Yoongi's Pov)

'He thinks I can't tell....cute'

Jimin is a student of mine, a student I very much enjoy. Yes, I may pick on him in class, but seeing him get flustered after is arousing. I get hard sometimes just by the way he bites those plump lips of his. God that hair. It looks so soft, and I wouldn't mind pulling on it while I hit it from behind.

'A simple session wouldn't hurt, would it? But I'm his teacher, I would get in trouble if caught.’

*watches Jimin bite his lip out of anticipation*

'Fuck it, I'm catching that case.'

(Narrators Pov)

Yoongi stands up abruptly from his chair, making Jimin flinch slightly in fear. Jimin could see Yoongi’s eyes grow dark with lust, and felt his cock slowly become hard. Yoongi made his way to Jimin’s desk. Jimin faced downwards, unable to look Yoongi in the eyes without the erection in his jeans getting harder.

Yoongi shot out his right hand, cupping Jimin’s chin, and jerking his head up to meet his eyes. Jimin’s large innocent eyes, staring back in to his, made his own cock hard.

“Go lock the door.” Yoongi’s deep voice vibrated throughout the classroom, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine, directly to his cock. With the quickness, he shot up out of his seat, and headed towards the door.

‘Click’

As soon as the door was locked Jimin felt Yoongi’s presence behind him. He could feel Yoongi’s erection on his ass, and it excited him.

Yoongi lowered his head right beside Jimin’s ear and spoke huskily, “ You’re gonna obey every single command I give you. Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” Jimin replied shakily.

Yoongi snaked his hand around Jimin’s waist and roughly palmed his erection, “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy~”, Jimin groaned, his head automatically rolling back onto Yoongi’s left shoulder.

He smirked, “Good boy. Turn around, on your knees, now.”

Jimin turned around, and quickly dropped to his knees. Now face to face with Yoongi’s erection. He looked up into Yoongi’s face, as if to ask permission to unbuckle his pants. Yoongi nodded his head, and Jimin immediately started to undo Yoongi’s belt. He successfully pulled down his pants, and was met with a mouth watering sight. Yoongi’s cock was large and hard. The tip was bright red, precum deliciously leaking from it. Jimin licked his lips in anticipation, he wanted to taste him.

“Fucking hell. Suck me off al- ooh fuck~” Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin’s tongue was already pressed against his tip, kitten licking.

“Don’t fucking tease.” Yoongi warned. His hand shot down towards Jimin’s head, gripping his fiery red hair, when Jimin took him completely in his mouth. Yoongi’s groans filled the spacious classroom, and Jimin bobbed his head to and from. Relaxing his throat, Jimin swallowed around Yoongi’s cock, earning a loud gutteral sound from Yoongi. Jimin breathed carefully through his nose, his face now red and doused in tears. Once again he swallowed around Yoongi’s cock.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled out, “I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it, okay?” Jimin nodded and opened wide. Yoongi shoved himself into Jimin’s mouth once again, causing Jimin to gag slightly.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Yoongi groaned, causing Jimin to moan in return, sending vibrations throughout Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi then started fucking into Jimin’s mouth at a fast pace. Jimin held onto Yoongi’s thighs as he started thrusting at a fast pace. Jimin soon started to feel his own precum seep through his boxers as he looked up at Yoongi. Yoongi using him to get himself off turned him on. His mint green hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with his head thrown back, and his sharp jaw slacked open, as moans flowed from his mouth. He looked like a God, and Jimin wanted to please his God. So Jimin tighten his lips and sucked hard.

“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck~” Yoongi’s hips stilled as white hot ropes of cum coated Jimin’s throat. “Swallow it.” Yoongi commanded, and of course Jimin obeyed. He smirked when Jimin stuck his tongue out showing his obedience proudly.

“Get up.” Yoongi ordered. As Jimin stood to his feet, Yoongi gripped him by the collar of his shirt and their lips crashed together. Jimin moaned into the kiss as he felt Yoongi strip him of his clothes as their tongues fought for dominance simultaneously. Jimin disconnected their lips and began to suck bruises into the side of Yoongi’s neck, moans now loudly projected in his ear. Yoongi pulled Jimin off him, staring at him for a while, before dragging him towards his desk and sliding everything to the floor.

He layed Jimin on his stomache, “Do you remember the punishment Daddy promised you baby?”, Yoongi questioned into Jimin’s ear licking his earlobe, positioning his length at Jimin’s opening.

“Ye- Ohhhh fuck DADDY!” Yoongi roughly entered Jimin without warning. He tightly gripped his hips, fingerprints sure to leave marks behind, and began to thrust roughly into Jimin.

Snaking one hand around Jimin’s throat and squeezing the sides, Yoongi began to speak in time with his thrusts. “This *thrust* is *thrust* what *thrust* happens *thrust* when *thrust* you *thrust* disobey *thrust* Daddy *thrust*.” Yoongi’s unrelenting speed had Jimin screaming at the top of his lungs.

“I’m sorry Daddy, so fuc-...goo-..aah~” Jimin moaned out his apology, any words after it completely incoherent. He felt the knot in his lower stomache began to unwind.

“Fuck aah...Daddy I-I’m gonna cum~” Jimin warned Yoongi. Yoongi quickly removed his right hand from Jimin’s neck and brought it down towards his cock, gripping Jimin’s neglected length, and stroking it furiously to match his thrusts.

Jimin’s moans rose in pitch, “Cum for Daddy baby boy.”, Yoongi groaned into Jimin’s ear. With that the knot in Jimin’s stomache snapped.

“AHHH FUCK YOONGI! Daddyy~” Jimin screamed loudly cumming all over Yoongi’s hand and desk.

Jimin simultaneously clenched his ass, causing Yoongi to go over the edge too. “J-JIMIN! Aaah~” Yoongi hotly moaned, filling Jimin up with his seed. They stayed in the same position for a while to catch their breathes.

Yoongi then pulled out of Jimin, watching closely as his seed slowly seeped out of Jimin’s ass, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”, causing Jimin to blush hotly. They slowly began to get dressed, and the intense block of silence fell upon them as Yoongi picked up the mess he’d flung from his desk earlier.

Jimin couldn’t stand the silence, so he opened his mouth to speak, “So-”. Yoongi cuts him off with a quick peck to the lips, grabbing Jimin’s hand, “You, me, Saturday at the cafe ‘round the corner at 6pm. Don’t be late.” With that he gathered the rest of his things and left. Jimin stood there dumbfounded, clenching the hand Yoongi had grabbed, he noticed a piece of paper.

‘Call/text me. XXX-XXX-XXXX

~Love M.Y.’