#ask: yan!taehyung

[helenazbmrskai]

Monster in me & you: 3

Monster in me and you part 3 (prev. like chalk and cheese)

Pairing – Yan! Taehyung x READER

Genre – Yandere AU, Smut, Angst

Summary – You have episodes when you isolate yourself from everyone, and Taehyung has a hard time navigating through them, but once they’re over, the moments he gets to spend with you are rewarding.

Warning – mentally unstable reader, stalking behaviour, insinuated childhood neglect, unprotected sex, dom! reader, handjob, riding, lovemaking, cunnilingus, cumplay, multiple orgasms, dirty talk

Words – 3,2k

Rating – +18

part 1 // part 2 // masterlist

Sometimes there’s this feeling that you don’t want to deal with anyone. Your mindset shifts and turns up in this dark place that you only leave when the time is right. No force can make it go away.

The moodswings it pushes you into are unpredictable.

It’s hard for Taehyung when you do that anytime that switch flips he’s grovelling at your feet fighting for your attention. It’s hard for you to be in his space and your mood constantly changes with a flicker of emotion. Any sane person would have left you alone, but not him, the hard words that you say just fly over his head. You could tell him the meanest thing in the world and he would still be smiling at you.

He’s so crazy about you.

You can yell not to touch you or speak to you, he would surprisingly obey. The only command he doesn’t respond to is ’go away’.

He refuses to leave even when you’re sick of him. The four walls are not helping you to feel better. On some better days you leave the apartment to breathe in some fresh air, do some grocery shopping or buy something just for you. In the corner of your eye, you could see his silhouette watching you from afar walking behind you a few steps back. He’s not stalking you because he’s monitoring you per se, he’s just worried about you in his sick way. He was never good at expressing himself and never learnt how to show these things. In his head, some things just work abnormally due to his childhood neglect.

Living with him for quite some time you learnt how to read him like an open book.

Whenever you had a question about his life before you he answered without being too emotional. With busy parents, no one paid any attention to him his other two siblings had their lives going on as well leaving the small Taehyung alone most of the time. Taehyung doesn’t have a strong opinion on anything, he’s endlessly patient and sometimes drives you up the wall with how calm he is. He likes anything you like. He does anything you ask him to do. If you asked him to be your pretty obedient doll he would do it.

His obsession is choking you but other times when you have these episodes and he stays by your side till the very end you appreciate his devotion.

Once you calm down and the anger fades and these feelings pass by you’re able to be yourself again. Even since you were a child you had these episodes where you were unable to communicate with people. You didn’t want to be near them, talk to them or just be in the same room as them. There were weeks when you would isolate yourself from everyone and your habit comes with a cost each time. Some friends left you when they couldn’t reach you, tired of waiting even your family contacted you less and less.

At first, you thought it would be better to be alone when you feel like that so you can avoid hurting people.

Taehyung is the first one that you cannot shake off. His presence over some time even becomes quite calming. He became like a pillar that’s unshakeable.

You don’t remember when Taehyung sat next to you or when he put a film on the tv. Your eyes start to focus on the action movie that’s playing and your surrounding materialises in your vision. You realise that you have a soft blanket thrown over your lap and it’s very warm. Taehyung sits on the other side of the sofa mindful of your comment not to touch you even when usually he’s curled around you in situations like this.

You realise you miss him.

He did all those little things for you when you felt like you were at your lowest. He’s deprived not just of your love and interest but physical touch as well, you could tell from how tense he’s been sitting. His hands are placed on his lap intertwined as if he wanted to make sure his hands will not wander absentmindedly.

His head perks up when he feels you moving around. You slowly rest your head on his shoulder as if to break the silence yet he doesn’t react. You could feel his hands shaking as he let them rest on either side of his torso. He’s making the position more comfortable so you can actually lean against his chest.

It’s sweet how he’s nervously watching out for your reactions. He doesn’t dare to hold you so you find his hand in the darkness and place it on your thigh relaxing more into his embrace. Taehyung lets out a shaky breath near your ear you could hear the relief in his small sigh. He finally lets his chin rest on your shoulder in a relaxed manner. The tension he had before left his rigid muscles entirely by the time you two cosied up to each other. He wraps himself around you touching you wherever he can.

”What is this movie about?” Your face slightly turns to catch his eyes. There’s no surprise that his gaze was already on you by the time you looked at him. He blinked flatly two times before he looked back at the screen.

”I don’t really know.” His response was sheepish and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at how cute he looked right now.

”Were you looking at me the entire time?” It’s pointless as you already acquired the answer from his embarrassed stare. Your body turns sideways resting on his thighs. Slowly you wrap your hands around his neck smiling when he shudders the moment your lips make contact with his skin. Your pointer finger trails down his chin listening to his little gasp of pleasure as you kiss down his neck.

”Sorry for ignoring you.” You had to say it out loud as guilt rips through you. It hits you each time one of those episodes ends.

”Don’t say sorry.” Taehyung shakes his head without thinking. You melt into his shy kiss as he presses his lips on yours for a moment.

”Do you still love me?” The answer should be obvious but there’s still doubt in you. Taehyung doesn’t waste his time in proving his love to you, he doesn’t want you to spend another second imagining that he’s not in love with you, obsessed with you.

His feelings will forever be unchanging. He shows it to you with each touch and kiss. Holds you close to his body, and caresses every inch of you as your mouth fully explores his. His tongue slides smoothly over yours sensually, even when he’s kissing you so deeply he cannot keep his happy noises down.

He’s very happy that you’re finally touching him. His cock is getting harder and harder the longer you kiss him.

Afraid that his excitement will place pressure on you he tries to hide his hardness but miserably fails when his hips buck into you from below after a playful bite on his lower lip makes him jolt. He whines with tears in his eyes when you rub the tip over his pants. It’s so easy to make him cry. Finding his pathetic attempts amusing.

”You can touch it.” You encourage him to pull his cock out of his pants. You give him space so he can wrap his veiny hand around his shaft. His hand is so much bigger than yours that he has no problem stroking his length and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Taehyung calls out your name each time he moves his hand, seeking approval from you.

Sealing his moans with your lips, you continue to dominate the kiss as he barely manages to follow your movements, the noises he lets out keep interrupting the flow but you don’t mind kissing him dumb.

Both of your lips are wet with saliva and swollen from the heavy makeout when you break it. Taehyung stops pleasuring himself when you get up from his lap but you reassure him it’s fine if he continues. Once you start taking off your clothes one by one his hand moves again, and watching you uncover yourself results in more fresh precum sliding down his length. The sounds he lets out are sinful.

”Come here.” Once your panties are down your legs you put one leg up on the couch to give him comfortable access. His hand finds leverage on your standing leg holding you by gripping your knees his face buried in the apex of your thighs. You don’t need to give him more guidance as he slips near the edge of the couch.

Taehyung eagerly opens his mouth to taste you, the tip of his tongue pointedly flicks over your clit sending a wave of thrill all over your body. The muscles in your legs tense up caging his face between your thighs to keep him there. He wasn’t going to move anyway. Opens his mouth wide flattening his tongue he moves the wet muscles up and down your slick folds collecting your musky taste is his only response.

You hear his laboured breathing and feel the cooling air around your heated mound. His mouth is as busy as his hand that picks up where he left off dragging his cock up and down pleasuring himself throughout never ceasing his fervent licking. Parts your folds with long strokes finding each nerve in your pussy that makes it throb.

”You can cum anytime.” You tell him between moans of your own that he can let go if he wants and he does. He cums from fisting his cock that’s the only time his tongue slows down and gives you harder licks, desperate to let it all out but maintaining his duty to get you closer to your orgasm as well.

His hand is covered in cum unsure if you would let him he asks you with puppy eyes if he could still touch you with his filthy fingers.

”Hmn, go ahead.” You smile, finding his expression so hot as he looks so exhausted and content with just one orgasm. Your fingers curl in his hair scraping his scalp a little that only makes it harder for him to keep his eyes open. He always loved it when you played with his hair especially when he’s going down on you.

Taehyung rubs his cum coated fingers over your folds spreading the whiteness all over before collecting more from his oozing tip and pushing it into your hole. His wet fingers move with squelching noises but the loudest noise is your joint moans when he enters you. One finger is barely enough to sate you as you ask him to put another in, move it faster and harder. He obeys without you having to ask he could tell from the impatient hip thrusts that tried to push his fingers in deeper.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as Taehyung goes back to abusing your enlarged clit with his precision licks. Paired up with his fingers curling and thrusting just at the right speed and place it doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits. He doesn’t let up his efforts unless you’re shaking and pulling away from overstimulation. He tries to clean you up even when his face becomes a wet mess in the process.

”So dirty.” You wipe his face with your thumb but the gesture does little to help him clean up. His cock is half hard as you wrap your fingers around it still wet from his previous release. ”I’m your dirty b-boy.” Taehyung holds onto your hips pushing his face into your stomach mumbling as you start a slow pace, pumping his length into fullness.

The whiny moans are subdued as he pushes his face more into your skin. Getting too hot to handle you let him go just enough that he could get rid of his last remaining clothes. ”Please, I’ll be real good. Your good boy. Fuck me, please. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Laying down naked on the couch his erection standing tall as he rests against the soft pillows he continues to beg and plead. Moving on top of him, you impatiently roll your hips trapping his cock between your stomachs the friction has his head thrown back and ask you desperately to finally fuck him.

”Fuck me, use me.” His voice cracks and raises as you keep grinding, his pleasure is getting desperate.

”I’m not going to use you this time.”You can feel his cock throbbing against your opening. Warm, hard and slick and the veins throb and pump all the blood into it. You can feel it pulse through the palm of your hand. You guide him into you slowly sitting down till each inch deeply penetrates you.

He barely registers your answer in his mind, confused his eyebrows furrow for a second before you show him the way. Firmly placing your hand on his back you arch it and replace the space with pillows until he’s almost half up.

”I won’t fuck you either.” You place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, whispering, moving down his chin and neck with more marks.

"Fucking you is no longer enough." Breathlessly rocking your hips back and forth you push his seated cock against your clamping walls. Tae squirms under you, and both of you pulse around each other.

His glassy eyes barely focus on your naked form towering over him. His heart is beating one mile per hour under your fingertips. "No, n-no. Please." He panics when he doesn't understand what you mean. Even if he tried with your teasing movements he couldn't do more than gasp and caress the skin on your hips and waist.

You silence him by sealing his lips with yours, your tongue prods into his mouth without resistance. Your passionate actions only rile him up further, his cock twitches inside you and he's barely able to kiss you back properly with his constant moans and whines interrupting. Your hot tongue steals his breath away as you chase his taste.

It makes you smile how he chases after you pull away. With your fingers, you kneed the flesh of his shoulders and arms giving it a few squeezes.

You kiss the corner of his pouty mouth and leave more traces behind on his neck and chest. Some slight movement of your hips is enough to make his back arch, he must be painfully hard right now.

"I'll move slow like this." True to your words you start moving slowly your hips going up and down on his cock, putting more strain on your thighs. Both of your palms are placed on his rapidly moving stomach for leverage. This way you feel him inside intensely the slow drag of his cock against your walls hits each nerve warming you up.

"Does it feel good making love to me?" Your moans mixed with your words against the shell of his ears almost make him blow his load at once. Taehyung takes in a shaky breath his fingers leave small dents on your skin as he holds you so tight, fighting against his need to cum. It’s the closest you’ve ever felt with him emotionally and physically.

Showing him is way more fun. "Yes, I love it. Don't stop, it feels so good. Yes, yes, yes."

Seeing how your words start to make sense in his head. He realises that you not wanting to use and fuck him would mean that this is going to be a new level at being intim with each other. He keeps chanting yes between desperate moans.

It's all new, there's no urgency in your hip rolls and if he conccentrates enough he could feel how you tighten around him when his curved tip hits a favourable spot, your warm wet pussy is practically shaped around his cock, you fit him like a glove only made for his size to satisfy you.

The veins lining his thick length and the pulsing is felt with every thrust.

"I can't hold it, it feels too good." Taehyung tries to stop your movements by digging his nails into your sides desperately but he doesn't have the strenght to halt your strokes when it feels so good.

He's not the only one feeling that way as your walls are getting tighter around him, you can feel the pleasure building with each drag of his cock. "Just a bit more." You mumble completely lost in the feeling at the moment. You barely register how he tenses up underneath you, trying to cater to your wishes.

"I-I can't," His tears are free falling at this point but even as he says continuosly that he can't he keeps holding it in as you ride him.

Caressing the back of his head you push his face into your neck holding him close as you feel yourself getting over the edge.

"Good boy, you can cum now." Giving him permission is all he needs to release his hot seed deep inside you, his cock throbs and pulses with his cum oozing out, your mixed fluids ruining the sofa beneath you.

"This was amazing." You sigh with a hint of satisfaction in your voice. Your light chuckle paints a smile on Taehyung's face. Nuzzles with his nose into your rapidly beating pulse point. He soothes your beating heart with wet kisses along your chest and neck.

"I love you." Drunk from his previous high Taehyung kisses the words into your skin, caresses your back with his big hands shaping soothing circles with his fingers as you both calm down.

"I love you too," Taehyung freezes hearing your confession. This is the first time you ever said that to him. He actually start contemplating in his head if he just imagined it but when your gazes met he became sure he heard you right. You looked at him with such a tender gaze that he practically melted into you.

He held you close to his chest and you hugged him back just as strongly.

"Love your cock too." With a little smirk you kiss the corner of his lips, the little confession is enough to stir him up. Realising that he's still inside you with his cum slowly dripping from your hole it helps little to keep himself composed. Sex always feels good with you, you just know what he likes without him having to explicitly tell you. Everytime he thinks it cannot get any better it just does.

"Did you have fun?" It's a lighthearted question as you wipe his tears away and he chuckles when you pepper his face with small kisses.

"I always do." Taehyung kisses you back, slowly pushing his tongue into your mouth to convey his sincere feelings. "No matter what you do I'll always love you. You can hit me, curse me, yell at me."

His confession should be alerting. No one should tolerate being hit or disrespected but it does make you feel calm. Knowing that he will never leave you.

"Good." The shared kiss is full of passion.

[aajjks]

Taehyung i cant believe you! I cant believe i trusted you. Really you dont know what im talking about?! Are you fucking kidding me??! F/n saw you flirting and being all handsy with another girl at the store yesterday!! Im done. If you cant even be honest with me then im done with this relationship.

“what the fuck Y/N... Stop screaming at my fuckin face. I'm so tired today, don't test me..., wait what? What on Earth are you talking about?! What?? No I don't?! Oh... that F/N bitch.... Shes lying baby obviously... She's trying to sabotage our relationship.... What a pathetic bitch she is. I never liked her, baby don't tell me you're going to believe her... that girl she saw me with was my cousin tae hee. You know her don't you? No no baby!! I wouldn't ever do that to you. I rejected her advances for you! I love you!”

[aphroditelovesu]

Hi honey, I hope you don't mind, but can I ask what you're working on right now?

Yes, of course you can. This list that shows in general, without including HOTD (because I already made a list of them, if you want to read, just click here). For now, these are the pending ones:

Yandere Percy Jackson Headcanons (General) (Percy Jackson) (POSTED)

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson with a reader with a sire bond | Imagine (Romantic) (The Originals)

Yandere Nico/Hazel with a Shy!Child of Pluto (Headcanons) (Platonic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Apollo with a Child of Ares Headcanons (Romantic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Zeus/Poseidon Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Athena vs Aphrodite | Imagine (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Artemis/Athena Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Jake Peralta | Imagine Angst (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) (POSTED)

Yandere Ares w/Pregnant Reader | Imagine (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Apollo w/Forced Marriage | Imagine (Greek Mythology)

Yandere!CEO Taehyung w/Married S/O | Imagine (BTS)

Yandere Icarus Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Leo Valdez Headcanons (General) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Artemis/Apollo Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Ladybug/Cat Noir Headcanons (Romantic) (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir) (POSTED)

Yandere Percy Jackson w/Another Child of Poseidon Headcanons (Platonic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Jennie w/Unwilling Male!Reader | Imagine (BLACKPINK)

Yandere Grover Underwood w/A Careless!Child | Imagine (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Julius Caesar Headcanons (General) (Historical Characters) (POSTED)

Yandere Wednesday Addams Headcanons (General) (Wednesday)

Yandere Tyler Galpin Headcanons (General) (Wednesday)

Yandere Rosé Headcanons (General) (BLACKPINK)

Yandere Xavier Thorpe w/Innocent!Reader Headcanons (General) (Wednesday) (POSTED)

Yandere Greek Heroes (Male) - Profile (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Thanatos Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

Yan!Mom Hera w/Yandere Apollo Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Damon Salvatore Headcanons (Romantic + NSFW) (The Vampire Diaries) (POSTED)

Yandere Artemis Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Egyptian Gods - Profile (Egyptian Mythology)

Yandere Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons (General) (Lucifer)

Yandere Morpheus/Sandman Headcanons (General) (The Sandman) (POSTED)

Yandere Helen of Troy Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons (The Sandman)

Yandere Maze Runner Boy's Headcanons (Romantic) (Maze Runner)

Yandere Winchester Family Headcanons (Platonic) (Supernatural)

Yandere Jamie Fraser Headcanons (General) (Outlander) (POSTED)

Yandere House Lannister Headcanons (Platonic) (Game of Thrones) (POSTED)

Yandere Hades/Persephone Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Athena Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Hermes Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

~ Lady L

[darkmulti]

⚠️ non con!⚠️Can I get Yan!idol!Tae obsessed with the daughter of his MUA(make up artist) and threatens her(the female oc)that he's gonna k word her mother if she didn't run away with him(Tae wants oc so much that he doesn't care even if he loses his career which is being an idol) but the OC didn't agree with him so Tae forcefully impregnate her so she'll be his wife and Tae told OC's mother that OC was Tae's girlfriend (evn tho she's not) he just told that to OC's mother so she'll let the OC to be with Tae since she's pregnant with his baby. >< thankie~~

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!TAEHYUNG, FORCED PREGNANCY, VIRGIN!READER

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> sorry for the long wait

You and your mom are very close

Your biological dad left after finding out your mom was pregnant and ever since then, your mom has been a single mom

she worked 3 jobs while she was pregnant with you in order to afford everything after she had you

Your childhood was amazing

full of love and great memories only with your mom

but it was okay because in your eyes, your mom's your hero

once you turned 16, you decided to get a job to help your mother out with the bills

you applied at a grocery store and began working as a cashier

once you started working, you were able to help you mom pay out all the debt she was in

your moms credit became better and she applied to be a makeup artist at bighit since she was studying cosmetology before having you

Fortunately, she got hired after passing several tests to see if she's qualified enough

once your mom started working for bighit, she started making more money and the job had great benefits too

once you turned 18, you were able to get into university with a scholarship

both of you are thriving

This morning, you got up early knowing that your mom has a long day because, "BTS" (the band she's a makeup artist for), are filming a new music video today

you made her a big lunch with lots of snacks since she won't be coming home at regular time

after you finished preparing lunch for her, you went off into your room to get ready for uni

once you finished getting ready, you spot your mom quickly putting on her shoes

"Good morning... You're leaving already?"

"yes, dear. I'm already late. Bye, I love you and have a good day at school."

"Love you too" you said, before going back to your room while she rushes out the door

you went back to doing your hair until you realized that you forgot to give her the lunch you made

your first class started at 10am, so you decided to bus to her work to drop off her lunch since you had time

Once you entered the bighit building, you saw your moms friend sitting at a table, enjoying her breakfast

Maybe you can give it to her and she can give it to your mom

You walked over and her friend immediately smiled and got up to hug you

“Hi, sweetheart! I haven’t seen you in so long. What brings you here?”

“My mom forgot to take her lunch so I brought it for her.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet. Here, I’ll take you to her. She’s just doing the boys makeup.”

You guys went up to the fourth floor where everyone was getting ready

Your mom’s friend got distracted in the hallway by another co-worker so, she gave you directions

You thanked her and left

As you were walking down the hallway you took a quick glimpse at your watch but still managed to run into someone

You backed up and immediately start apologizing, only to realize Kim Taehyung was standing in front of you

You didn’t give a reaction because you didn’t want him to think that you were some crazy fan girl

“Who are you? And what are you doing in this building?”

“My mom works here as a makeup artist. She forgot her lunch at home so I came to drop it off. Could you please direct me in the room she might be in? Her name is M/N.”

“Oh yeah, I know her. Here, I’ll take you to her.”

You followed behind Taehyung but he waited for you to walk beside him

Surprisingly, he started asking you all kinds of questions like, “are you in school?”, “what do you take?”, “How old are you” ect

You happily answered all his questions and in the process, spotted your mom doing someone’s make up

“There she is! Thank you for your help.”

You walked in the room and go over to your mom

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

“You forgot your lunch, silly. I mean, it’s kinda my fault because I forgot to tell you before you left. But it’s okay, I just wanted to surprise you.”

Your mom quickly hugged you and took her lunch

“Thank you, my baby. But doesn’t your class start at 10? It’s 9:45 here.”

“Huh? I checked my watch earlier and it read 8:30!”

“Maybe your watch is an hour behind. Even on my phone it reads 9:45.”

“Shit! I’m gonna be late. Okay then, bye mom.”

“Wait! I can drive her.”

Taehyung spoke up and the room went pin drop silent

“Uh, that’s okay. I don’t want to cause you any trouble Mr. Kim.”

“Nonsense. You’re not causing me any trouble. I’ll get you there in time if we leave now.”

You look back at your mom and she gives you a nod in approval

You followed behind Taehyung and he lead you to the garage

You hopped in his car and on the way there, Taehyung starts asking you about your hobbies

Both of you shared a lot of hobbies

It was so easy to talk to him despite him being one of the biggest idols in the world

Once you arrived, he asked for your number so you could talk later

Of course, you gave it to him then thanked him for the ride

Later that night he texted you, wanting to hang out the next day

Of course, you said yes and decided to meet up at a local park

As time went by, you and Taehyung became really close

However, you only liked him as a friend

Some of Taehyung’s odd habits bugged you enough to friendzone him

So when Taehyung asked you to be his girlfriend and you rejected, he was in utter shock

Who in the world would reject him?

He stared at you for a couple of seconds before turning around and leaving you alone

The next week, he didn’t attempt to call you or text you

He just needed time to figure out how to make you his

You on the other hand, felt bad but didn’t message him either

You figured that he needed some time

Two months passed and you still haven’t talked to him

However, your mom would talk about him all the time

She’d complain to you about how moody he’s been

She even told you how he snapped at one of the members for the tiniest thing

You decided to message him knowing that it was kinda your fault for his behaviour

The conversation started off awkward and slow until he invited you to his place to talk in person

You agreed and got ready

You took a taxi to his house and he was waiting for you at the front since it was a gated community

“Hi” you softly said, smiling afterwards

“Hey… let’s go back to the house. It’s cold.”

Once you guys made it to the house, he guided you up the stairs

You were confused but didn’t say anything because maybe he had a living space upstairs

After all, he is a millionaire

However, when he opened the door, the first thing you saw was a bed

You were about to turn around but he blocked the entrance with his body, forcing you to step back into the room

“Taehyung, what’re you doing?”

He didn’t respond, instead he closed the door and locked it

“T- Taehyung, I just remembered my mom asked me to pick some migraine pills up for her. Maybe we can go together?”

You said, looking for an excuse to leave

“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kill her.”

That definitely caught you off guard

You scrunched your face in confusion and stare at him, thinking that you misheard him

“Huh? Kill? Is that what you said?”

“I’ll kill your mother if you don’t run away with me.” He said, but this time it was loud and clear

You stepped back, appalled by his words

“Are you hearing yourself? You’re threatening to kill someone, Taehyung! Are you insane?”

He didn’t say anything

He kept a straight face and his eyes never left yours, which was freaking you out

You looked away and tried to leave the room but his body was in the way

“C-could you please move? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

“You’re incredibly dumb if you think I’m gonna let you leave now.”

He closed and locked the door behind him before cornering you until your back had hit the wall

You tried to make a run for it, but his arm wrapped around your waist and slammed you right back into the wall

“Although, you’re pissing me off with your resistance, I’ll still give you an option. If you do what I say, I’ll leave your mother alone. If you resist, I’ll get your mother fired and evicted. However, if you try to runaway from me, I will go straight to your mother and video myself slitting her throat. Do you understand? I will make you watch the video over and over, so don’t piss me off.”

You were beyond terrified at this point

“Do whatever, just please don’t hurt my mother. Please… She’s worked very hard.”

Taehyung’s lips turned into a sinister smile

“Good girl, I want you to take off all your clothes and lay on the bed.”

He sat down and the chair and watched you undress

You turned around when you were about to take your bra off but he demanded you to face him

You laid down on the king sized bed while he took his belt off

He hovered above you and used his belt to tie your hands together

He unzipped his pants and took his length out.

Taehyung shoved two of his fingers into your mouth and made you suck them before pulling it out and shoving it in you

You moaned and arched your back at the new feeling while he loosened you up

“You’re tight around my fingers. Are you a virgin?”

“Yes, so please be-”

Taehyung didn’t let you finish and shoved his whole length in while you screamed your lungs out

He held onto your neck and started thrusting faster while you cried and begged him to slow down

“Don’t resist, remember, your mom.”

You bit down on your tongue but the tears wouldn’t stop

Taehyung leaned down and began sucking your neck and collarbone, leaving dark marks behind

His hands groped your breast while you struggled to breathe

Time went by and he finally came and collapsed on top of you while you continued crying

You rolled away from him and pulled the sheets over your exposed body

"Don't hide now, I've already seen everything."

he placed himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly

You ended up falling asleep in his arms while your mother was at home, worried sick

The next day, Taehyung helped you shower and lent you some of his clothes

You wanted to leave so badly but you were beyond terrified of him and his power

So you obeyed to avoid getting into more trouble

The whole morning you were quiet but you finally spoke up when you realized your phone was missing

While you were eating the pancakes he made, you decided to bring it up

"Taehyung... do you know where my phone went? I should probably call my mom. She's probably worried."

"You're not getting your phone back."

"What? Why not? My mom is-"

"You're not getting your phone back and that's the end of this conversation! We'll drop by your mothers next week."

"Next week? Why next week?"

"Because, I want to see if my theory's correct."

You were beyond confused but didn't say anything after that

The whole week you stayed at Taehyung's house and had endless amounts of sex

He faked being sick, therefore had a week off of work so he could keep an eye on you

After 5 days, you began feeling nauseous and dizzy

You thought it was because of all the emotions you were feeling were making you sick until Taehyung pulled out a pregnancy test and told you to take it

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach

Not once did it cross your mind that you had unprotected sex with him

You were too busy crying and being afraid of him to realize he was in you raw

Taehyung left the bathroom and you took the test only to see two lines, confirming your pregnancy

You collapsed onto the bathroom floor, bawling your eyes out

Taehyung came back and saw the pregnancy test on the counter

From your reaction, he knew you were pregnant and his plan was a success

He let you take your time but didn't bother to comfort you

After some time, when the sobs became quieter he told you that we could finally go see your mom

Taehyung guided you to the car then started driving to your mom's house

You leaned your head against the window and gather up all your courage to speak to him

"P- please don't tell my mom about this. It'll ruin our whole relationship. I b- beg you."

"She's gonna find out eventually."

"No... I don't want to keep this baby."

You saw Taehyung's grip on the steering wheel tighten

"You don't get to make all the decisions. Don't piss me off, remember what I told you."

You finally pulled up to your mom's place and saw her car parked

Guess she didn't go to work today

You guys made your way to the front door and Taehyung rang the door bell

After 2 minutes of waiting, the door finally creaked open

Your mom looked exhausted

Her eyes were red and her face was pale

However, once she saw you her expression immediately changed

her eyes widened and she embraced you tighter than ever

"Where were you?! Have you lost your mind?! You've been missing for 6 days and I was worried sick. I thought something terrible happened to you! I thought I lost my daughter! You never returned or called or texted! What happened?! Please, don't ever do that again."

She was crying on your shoulder and you too bursted into tears

You apologized but assured her you were safe, as Taehyung's words repeated in your head

Once the emotional reunion was over, you all went inside and sat on the couch

Taehyung sat right beside you and held your hand, showing your mother that something was going on between you two

"Are you guys together now? Is that why you left?"

You were going to answer but Taehyung beat you to it while squeezing your hand

"Well actually, we have big news we'd like to share. I've been with your daughter for three months and we found out a couple days ago that she's pregnant. I want to marry her. I want to love and take care of her for the rest of my life. And our baby, of course. It'd be better if we got married before the baby arrives rather than after because we'll be occupied by the baby and we don't want to wait. Right, sweetheart?"

You and your mother were shocked

He lied to her like it was nothing

Taehyung squeezed your hand hard, making you nod your head and fake smile

"You're pregnant?" your mother got up and hugged you tightly

The exact opposite reaction you were expecting

She pointed to Taehyung and said "You better treat my baby right or else I will make you regret being born."

"Don't worry, I'll love and cherish your daughter for the rest of my life. You have my word."

"Good."

Your mom turned to you again and smiled

"We have to plan your wedding now! Go dress shopping, pick out a theme, find a venue- and the baby! we need to buy the bestest crib and-"

You zoned out and thought about what happened in the last 10 minutes

You now had to marry this man because your mother's life was on the line

Not only that, but you have his baby growing in your womb

While your mom was going crazy about the preparations, in the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung smirking like a mad man

[bibbykins]

What Love Looks Like (M)

A/N: Oh man, this is longer than I intended lmao. I initially wasn't going to include smut but I caved anyway, so please enjoy! The semester just wrapped up for me so now all I have going on is seeing whether or not I can buy a house, so hopefully, I'll have more time to write? Also note: the "love" in this while called love does by no means mean it is healthy, or a healthy relationship. This is still a soft yan fic! On that note, tipping is not required but extremely appreciated and pls give me your thoughts and any questions in my ask box! Have a wonderful day/night!

NOTE: This is part of The Household's Bunny series, so I would recommend reading the other parts prior to this!

Pairing: Soft yandere! OT7 (Yoongi focused in this fic) x Chubby/ Camgirl! Reader

Summary: The concept of loving someone and someone loving you in return had remained nothing short of a dream that was far beyond your reach. You never thought you could find something you had no reference for, but sometimes things lost or unknown can find you instead. Sometimes it finds you in the form of a text that wasn't meant to be sent.

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: 18+, body shaming(done by reader's mom in the past not by anyone currently), mommy issues, beauty standards, low self-esteem, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, possessive and obsessive thoughts, self-doubt, daddy kink, fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, office sex, desk sex, reader is a cam girl, spit kink, daddy kink, dumbification, cumming inside, reader just needs love tbh

Words can never fully encompass the sweet feeling of going to sleep and waking up in the arms of someone who feels the same about you. With Taehyung, it had been tear-filled and emotional whereas, with Namjoon, it had been sensual and intense. However, he meant it just as much as he carried you to his bed and laid with you, only after making sure it was okay as if he hadn’t just consensually made you fall apart on his thigh. He kissed you softly and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you listened to his slowing heartbeat while sleep overtook the both of you.

Now, as you laid in his bed alone, you wished you hadn’t encouraged him to get the rest of his work done.

You had heard him in the other room bickering with Taehyung about another project they have. They had pushed up a meeting and you had encouraged Namjoon to do the responsible adult thing instead of spending the day in bed with you. His kiss was tender, longing, and domestic. He told you you were more than welcome to stay in his room any time, which brought a smile to your face since his sheets smelled like him.

Sometimes you wished you were a bit more selfish at times like these. You were alone on Namjoon’s floor, playing the demo you had neglected. This time, you weren't clouded by salacious thoughts, and could gush over how excited you were about the upcoming game. You watched the credits roll by and when Yoongi's company name rolled by you sighed, looking down at your phone before shaking your head. You really didn't want to bother him while he's in the middle of overseeing the making of this undoubtedly long game.

Instead, you opted for playing a drama. You watched with envious eyes as the couple embraced and basked in their newfound love of one another. Yet, you couldn't help but take note of their physique, a habit from your mother that you had been desperately trying to shake. Your mother had always told you that's what love looked like. Her constant lamenting of the difference between beautiful girls that deserve love and then people that looked like you stuck was a leech to your self-esteem. It would be easy to shake off if those weren't the only memories you had of her. Memories of seeing what "love looks like" and consoling her in a quiet voice.

You couldn't blame your mom fully, it's easy to think that's what love looks like. A skinny man with a skinny woman, a bulky man with a skinny woman. A skinny woman. You see it everywhere, and eventually, you start to believe it. You're happy for the skinny woman, but sad you may never be able to find a love that looks like hers. Sad, that you don't know what love looks like outside of this stupid rectangular box that makes you feel too big to be in there and experience it. Could you ever know what love looks like if that's your only reference?

You begin to feel the bile of loneliness plague your mind and your phone case catches in the light. You finally caved, typing out an encouraging message to the stoic man you hadn't properly seen in weeks. You sent him a few messages, gushing about the game you loved and not-so-slyly mentioning that you miss him. You smiled to yourself, proud you messaged him in spite of your self-conscious thoughts.

You took a celebratory breath as you sent the final message and noticed him typing immediately. You supposed you caught him at a good time and when the message appeared, time froze.

"I love you too, baby."

Love… you?

He said he loves you?

You frantically responded to him, genuinely questioning if you read that right.

Next thing you knew you were hurriedly making your way to your floor to change. You opted to save time and wear the dress you were before, you just needed proper underwear, forgoing tights, and hoping the chaffing wouldn’t be too bad.

Not having a chance to think twice about how you looked, you ran out the door. If Yoongi was going to say words like that, you had to make sure it wasn't a mistake before even thinking of emotionally processing it. You couldn't handle the embarrassment of getting your hopes up, of believing any of them could love you if even a shred of it wasn't true.

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Yoongi paced back and forth as his phone nearly shook off of his desk and the man pressed his eyes closed. How could he be so dumb? How could he be so thoughtless?

He was a calculated man. He had to be. From birth, he was calculating every move he could possibly make. From foster home to foster home all the way to getting adopted, he had restrained acting on impulse. It was survival, it was what got him here.

Then he met you.

You were everything he ever wanted and never knew he needed. He never thought he'd properly see you again but you were all

moved in and he initially figured he would mind his business and leave you alone and vice versa, beyond becoming a paying customer to your content. However, you were just so… warm.

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"Yoongi, right?" He jumped at the feminine voice that greeted him at the crack of dawn. He heard you giggle as his gaze fell on your form. You wore a rose pink slip that fell to the top of your thigh and complimented curves as you leaned against the counter with a small smile on your face, which was notably decorated with makeup, “Sorry, I got up early to film and I’m still waiting for the caffeine to kick in.” He nodded politely, ready to grab some coffee, and retreat back to his floor to work, “So, what are you doing up so early?” You asked and he found himself invited in by your genuine interest.

“I work before work most days.” He explained, pouring himself some coffee before leaning across from you on the counter.

“Sounds like you have a mean boss, very demanding.” You pouted and he couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face.

He hummed in agreement before speaking, “I am my boss.” He teased but your face turned smug.

“I know.” You grinned, “I said what I said.”

He gaped as you took a sip of your coffee, “Well what about your boss, making you get up at hours like these?” He tsked and your laugh was utterly melodic.

You hummed in mock agreement as he did, “And look at what they have me wearing, talk about an HR nightmare.” You took another sip of your coffee before grimacing, “And they force me to drink coffee.” You scrunched your face as you set the cup down, “It’s insanity.” You whined.

He gazed at the mug and was met with the lightest brown he had ever seen in a coffee mug, “Is it coffee or is it milk with a drop of coffee?” He teased and you stuck your tongue out at him, “Why don’t you get creative and add syrup or blend it?” He asked and you shrugged, “You know, whatever you coffee haters do.” He added with a sly glint in his eyes and you gasped in mock offense.

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The morning talks with Yoongi had become a regular occurrence. It would vary on who brewed the pot first, but what would remain the same is the counter you both would lean on. In the first months of you living with them, he had learned a lot about you and, surprising both of you, vice versa. One of the first things he had come to learn about you was that you had no idea how to make coffee taste good. You had told him your go-to move was to keep the milk flowing until you weren’t near tears with each sip.

“So you’re telling me, I could have been putting chocolate in my coffee this whole time?!” You were sell shocked when he handed you the drink with chocolate drizzle and you didn’t shudder at the bitter taste you were used to, “Wow, I have so much to learn.” You mused, making him chuckle.

You knew nothing about coffee, and Yoongi was intrigued by it, so days would come where he woke up just a bit earlier to make you different types of drinks. So far, the caramel macchiato and the iced mocha had been your favorites, but everything changed when he took you to a coffee shop and ordered you a frappucino. You gushed about the drink for ten minutes, thanking the barista each chance you got and nothing felt sweeter than watching you giddy about liking a form of coffee.

During these coffee dates, as you would call them much to Yoongi’s delight, you both would chat about anything and everything. You told him about your degree and he told you about his work. Sometimes he would ask you for advice as a fan of his company’s games, and each time, it was like he struck gold. You were creative, this much he already knew, and extremely articulate when it came to a topic you put a great deal of thought in. You even began asking for his advice in your work since he was also a loyal subscriber. You both had formed a certain bond that bloomed under the dim sky and flourished in coffee-fueled conversation

You were patient, kind, attentive, and caring. There were days when you would switch out the coffee for decaf, having a rebuttal to each argument he had to justify his caffeine addiction. He was calculated, but you could see the flaws in his formulas. You made him feel more human than he had felt in a long time. Being human to him meant being weak, scared, and unsure, but you made humanity feel almost as beautiful as you were. You flourished in your humanity, warming his cold and hardened exterior with your smile or fearlessness in admitting you didn’t know the answer to things. You were unabashedly vulnerable and he wondered if you were the thing he had been working towards when struggling to survive in the foster care system. Your smile made every painful memory feel like nothing other than a piece of his journey to you.

You cried when he told you about his time in the system before he was adopted at 17, and he panicked when he saw your lip trembling, “Hey now, it’s okay, I survived, bunny.” He spoke softly, unsure how to console you or help.

What he didn’t expect was for you to throw your arms around him and squeeze him into a hug, “I’m just so happy our paths were able to cross in spite of all we had to do to get here.” You breathed into his neck as you sniffled, “I spent a lot of my time wishing I was worthy enough for my mom to stay, come back, or even just contact me, but I don’t feel that constant need to prove myself worthy around you like you just think I’m enough as is.” You held him close in spite of the stretching you do across the counter and his arms encircled your waist.

“You’re more than enough, bunny.” He murmured as you cried, “I’m not going anywhere.” He made sure to add as his anger flared at the thought of your mother, at the thought of anyone meeting you and seeing anything but perfection. Although, you were better off without them. He just wished they hadn’t left a decimated self-esteem and sense of worth in the wake of their mistreatment of you.

You eventually opened up about the details of your mother’s departure from your life, and it took everything in him not to track her down and make sure she’s miserable. Even hearing about Jungyoon’s apathy towards you was enough to make him want to call Mona and tell her all about the man she held in such high regard. However, he remained focused on you, clinging to every word you spoke, “But I find that whenever I think about her, I no longer want her to come back.” You smiled a bit, “I like where I am and who I’m with just fine.” Your gaze landed on his form and your smile only grew in tandem with his.

After he and Jin had “did you a favor” he had been worried you would be scared to be around him, but if anything, it only made your encounters better. This time, you kissed him good morning and goodbye as he went to work. You would stand next to him instead of across the counter, leaning your weight on him or clinging to him sleepily as he made your coffee. It was domestic and tender, “If you’re so tired, then why are you up?” He asked on one occasion as he handed you an iced mocha.

You took it from him lazily, mumbling thanks before giving him a peck on the lips, “Because I wanna see you, silly.” You yawned, missing the gummy smile you gushed about each time you saw it. You wanted to see him. He was giddy as he guided you to the couch. He sat down, inviting you to sit in his lap as he turned on the TV for background noise, “Don’t blame me if your thigh falls asleep.” You giggled as he brought you onto his lap, enjoying how your plump figure felt against him, relishing in the intimacy.

“It would be an honor for my body to be directly affected by you, m’lady.” He cooed and you stuck your tongue out at him, “So… you want to see me so bad you wake up at the crack of dawn?” He teased and realization flashed across your features as you realized your tired confession. Sensing you were going to try and get up, he tightened his hold on you before whispering, “I like spending time with you too.” He kissed your cheek and just like that, you relaxed against his body with a warm smile.

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It had been a long while since he had been able to spend his mornings with you since the release for the game was steadily approaching. Each morning still he sent you a good morning text and would have your coffee for you in the fridge.

This longing for him only made your haste that much more needed as you looked up different ways to get to his office.

You opted to take the bus, not wanting to go through the psychological warfare that was getting your car to turn on. The trip was short and half of you was thankful while the other half internally begged for the driver to go around the block a few times. Nevertheless, you walked briskly, not giving yourself a chance to turn around.

By the time you wanted to turn around and forget the whole thing, you were faced with a shining smile from an equally shining receptionist, “Hi, is there something I could help you with?” Her brown hair was perfectly slicked back and her makeup was done beautifully, subtle, just like her stylish yet cool business casual outfit. It was at that moment you realized you were dressed closer to a 1950’s housewife than a stylish college student. She looked you up and down and her smile only grew, “You look so cute!” She gushed and let out a squeal when you smiled shyly, “I just want to keep you in my pocket!” She fawned over you, much to your surprise.

“Thank you!” You chirped with a shy smile, “I, uh, don’t usually leave the house looking this eccentric.” You chuckled and she shook her head.

“Is it because you’d be so captivating?” She hummed and you nearly choked on your spit. Goodness, she was charming. You were stunned silent as she reached over to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, “Don’t tell me you’re here to see your boyfriend.” She pouted and you gaped at her. Is she… flirting with you? You never had a stranger just decide to flirt with you. You felt your face heat up as her tender touches made you increasingly shy but also so very flattered, “Or is it a girlfriend?” She raised a brow, “Both?”

You shook your head, “N-Neither.” You breathed and her smile grew.

“Soyeon, stop flirting with the women that-” Another feminine voice snapped you from your trance as you turned to see an equally beautiful woman looking at you with wide eyes. She had platinum blonde hair that flowed and was similarly stylish to Soyeon, “Oh my gosh, y-you’re bunnyboop!” She squealed.

Soyeon’s eyes widened, “You totally are!”

Your eyes widened also. It wasn’t terribly often you got recognized. People were almost always respectful, but it was still a surprise, “Oh, you guys are fans?”

“All the girls in the office are huge fans-” Soyeon stopped herself, “Outside of work we discuss this, of course, in case HR is lurking anywhere.” She peered around her desk as the blond woman stuck out her hand.

“I’m Ji Miyoung, a lead developer here.” Her hand trembled slightly in yours, “C-Can I have a photo with you?” Before you could answer she waved her hands frantically, “It’s okay if not, I understand if you want your privacy and-”

“Sure!” You beamed at her as her smile grew, “It’s super flattering to meet such pretty fans.” The squeals from both ladies continued as they took photos with you.

Eventually, a small crowd of people of all genders in the office gathered. Everyone was very polite… and flustered as they introduced themselves to you. The last time you drew this big of a crowd was at a convention meant for cam girls. It was a little funny to think all of these coworkers were so comfortable admitting what porn they paid for, but they were all so nice you couldn’t complain. They were all pleasantly mindful of boundaries and you figured it was because they were all around your age, since the impolite fans you had meant were usually much older men.

You took photos, completely distracted from the issue at hand until you heard a firm, “What is going on?” From a deep voice you recognized. The staff stiffened into uneasy smiles as the crowd slowly dissipated.

“Ah, M-Mr. Min, good afternoon.” A nervous laugh came from a man who had just been brought to tears when you touched his hand.

“Junyoung, wh- are you… crying?” He squeaked at the question and went on your tiptoes to see Yoongi sharply looking at his employee.

“Not anymore, no sir.” His voice cracked and you fought a giggle with the rest of the nervous staff.

“Hi, Yoongs!” Your small voice made the CEO look up quickly as he made out your eyes while the rest of his employees gaped at you, “I almost forgot I was here to see you.” You giggled, “Everyone here is so nice, so I got distracted.”

Yoongi didn’t have the time nor the energy to unpack the HR nightmare that was his employees huddling around and gushing over their favorite cam girl on the clock, especially when you were in his office looking like his wife bringing him lunch he forgot at home. His heart soared as you gave him a smile, and he was able to forget why you were most likely here in the first place.

“Are you dating him?” Soyeon asked in a failed hushed voice, forgetting she asked if you were seeing a significant other just ten minutes ago.

You paused before shaking your head, “He’s-”

“Baby, do you want to let them get back to work and we can go up to my office?” The pet name made your cheeks heat all over again as the crowd quickly dispersed and the employees gulped at the thought of lusting after their boss’s girlfriend.

You nodded and began walking to him, waving meekly at the employees before Yoong took your hand in his as he led you into the elevator. He didn’t let go of your hand when the doors closed, if anything he held it tighter. The ride to the top of the skyscraper was silent and you tried to organize your thoughts to no avail.

It was hard to focus on his confession of love while he held your hand tightly and yet softly stroking his thumb against yours. Despite his tenderness, he was eerily quiet and you couldn’t figure out why. Could he be trying to organize his thoughts about the confession? Did he even know he typed it out? Could the words he says to you be that thoughtless to him?

No…right?

When was the last time someone told you they loved you?

The question placed a heavy weight on your shoulders until you couldn’t take it and your head was cast down. A better question would be when was the last time told you they loved you and meant it. You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to search through your brain and coming up woefully short. It was a pattern of lies and ulterior motivations. It was a pattern of putting enough love into the relationship for the both of you as if that made up for the lack of reciprocation. Is the word that meaningless now? Or is it that meaningless when it comes to you? Are other people really the problem if you’re the only one that gets hurt in the end?

The elevator dinged, making you jump from your thoughts as Yoongi led you into his office hand in hand. He remained avoiding eye contact but spoke anyway, “I would ask to what do I owe the pleasure, but I think I know why you’re here.” His voice was low and soft in a way you had seldom heard from him. You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again when you realized you didn’t know what to say. He stopped walking and stepped in front of you to meet your eyes, “Part of me really wanted to take the cowards route, but you don’t deserve a coward.” His words felt like a boa constricting around your chest, having a feeling of what he meant, you spoke up.

“I can just forget it happened if that’s what you want me to do.” You looked to him and tried to search for a hint of confirmation, “You don’t have to pretend you mean it in hopes you will one day. I promise, you won’t, and then I’ll really get hurt.” You said this as if you weren’t already hurt like you didn’t expect more from Yoongi. You looked down as you spoke, scoffing at the difference between your pink socks with white pumps and his black dress pants with matching shoes, “You don’t have to love me just because you said it-.”

“No, baby, don’t ever accept that.” He spoke so resolutely you had no choice but to hold his gaze as he took both of your hands in his, staring at the skin-to-skin contact, “I want to say that what I sent was a mistake.” He said and it felt like a punch to the gut.

Right. It was a mistake. It would be a mistake to love someone like you. Suddenly you felt the embarrassment of getting your hopes up creeping into your skin, beginning at the fingertips touching his skin as you looked down at them. He squeezed your hands, catching your attention.

“But that would be a tasteless and cruel lie.” He heaved a sigh and you finally looked at his face again. You searched his eyes for deceit and found nothing but vulnerability, “Did I mean to say it to you right then, over text of all places? No.” He heaved a self-pitying laugh, “But that doesn’t mean it’s not how I feel.”

“You… you mean that you…” You choked on your words and felt pressure behind your eyes as you shook your head.

He took your face in his hands, pleading silently for you to look at him and when you did his gaze remained soft yet determined, “I love you.” He struggled to say it, but you could tell it wasn’t forced. You have heard forced confessions before, and this wasn’t one of them, “I know, usually dating comes first, which is why I think I’m an idiot for taking this grand confession away from you, because you deserve to feel like how lucky you make me feel when you just smile in my direction, and instead I just texted it to you after not being able to see your face for over a week and…” He paused his rambling as he felt tears hit his hands on your cheeks, “Bunny, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, I know you deserve so much more than me and-”

“I love you too.” Your voice was broken but your heart wasn’t as you cried uncontrollably, “I love you and I don’t get how I know, but fuck,” You breathed shakily, “It feels so right to say it because you’re so great and kind. I didn’t know I was capable of deserving even a fraction of the compassion and you all have given me and…” Your speech was hindered by your cries as you pushed forward to hug him close. Your arms went around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist, “I’m so scared you guys will get tired of me.” You cried harder, finally letting out all the pain of watching the door close while you remained onto the shoulder of his suit.

Yoongi wanted to ask why on Earth you would think getting tired of you was an option. However, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to hold his temper if you confirmed his suspicions of people using you and then leaving you. Instead, he focused on holding you as close as humanly possible while you cried. He would be here all night if that’s what you needed. It was evident that no one granted you the same courtesy in your life before them, and he would spend forever making up for it if that’s what you wanted.

He hummed a soothing tune as he held you close to him. This was the second time in your life someone has held you while you cried and some things never get old. The feeling of not being judged as you fall apart. The feeling of him holding you together while you fall apart was priceless. It was one of the aspects of love you could never properly describe.

“You don’t have to worry about things like that, baby.” He spoke in a gentle voice, “Loving you is the furthest thing from tiring.” He mused and you could feel yourself beginning to calm down, “I’m so woefully enchanted by you, I almost forgot the whole day just from seeing you in that dress.” He chuckled with you.

“You and your staff.” You giggled and heard his laughter cease, “They were really dazzled by me, I got about a million date offers I didn’t even have time to consider.” You kept giggling at the idea but stopped when you realized he squeezed you tighter and had stopped laughing.

“Would it be wrong to fire my staff for coming on to you?” He murmured into your hair and you could tell he was on half-joking.

You smacked his back lightly, “Yes, it would be wrong because it doesn’t matter if they were coming on to me when I’m up here and we’re literally professing our love to each other.” Your voice had a teasing lilt to it but the notion of you also professing your love to him, made him relax against your touch some more, “Plus, that would be a good chunk of my income down the drain.” You chortled and Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“I can make up the difference.” He joked, although he very well could, but you shook your head.

“It’s not their fault I’m so hot.” You snickered and he hummed in agreement before you added, “Isn’t it a little funny you’ve been getting VIP access to their favorite cam girl?”

This made him snort a bit, “Yeah, I’m living the life with someone as lovely as you reciprocating my feelings.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you sighed blissfully.

It was easy to believe love occurred in spaces you couldn’t fit until it came to you. Until he looked at you like the man looks at a skinny woman in dramas. Until you realized that your love may never look what your mother thought being skinny would be, but it'll feel much more real, much more gratifying. It'll feel just as beautiful as it does in the dramas, and you'll look just as beautiful, at least to someone.

You thought for a moment before sighing, “I need to fix my face before I kiss you.” You snorted, muffled by the fabric of his suit jacket.

“You don’t need to do anything.” He pulled back and you squeaked, wanting to hide your face but he caught your cheeks in his palms again as he looked at you in a way that took your breath away, “I love you as is.” His words came out as a promise and you smiled shyly before he pulled you into a slow and sweet kiss, as if he were signing a contract to love you as long as you would allow him to. And maybe, for even longer than that.

It were times like these you wish you could call your mom and tell her that love takes many forms. That love doesn’t look like a skinny woman in a rectangular box made of pixels. That love can gaze upon you even though you take up more space.

He kissed you, wanting to take the pain of your past from you and onto him. He wanted so badly to ask for names so he could get to work. So he could break them as they put jagged cracks in your self-esteem. Because you weren’t broken. No, not to him. You were too precious to break at the will of trash. Trash he would end the moment he got his hands on their information, information of what they valued most in their life, information on how to rip that away from them.

However, he couldn’t shift his focus from your delicate form as you pulled apart from the kiss, forehead leaning on his before placing another kiss on his lips, “And I love you as is.” You reciprocated and he smiled, wondering how it is he got so lucky.

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You hummed gleefully hours later as you sat in Yoongi’s lap, watching him work and not understanding a thing that was going on. What you did understand, however, was how nice it was to have this man peppering kisses into your neck and on your face every now and then. That was his form of taking a break as he clicked away at things, covering your eyes each time a spoiler for the new Zombie Undertaking games was on the screen, enjoying the laughs that provoked from you each time he did.

Yoongi was similarly on cloud nine as you leaned against him on your phone responding to messages in the same way he was responding to emails. He didn’t want to let you go and you also didn’t want to leave after the tearful exchange of feelings so you spent the day working with him. Bliss couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling as he burrowed his head into your neck for the nth time in the hour placing kissing all over the soft skin, but this time you let out a soft moan and his mouth landed on a certain spot.

He grunted into your neck before his mouth latched onto the spot, making your back arch, “Yoongi.” You whined, only spurring him on further as his tongue dragged against the fresh hickey, making you move to clench your thighs together, but he caught your thighs with his hands, keeping them spread as you whimpered, “But your work.” You spoke weakly, making him chuckle darkly as his hands caressed your thighs, eyes trained on the way your thick thighs looked in his hands.

He squeezed the plump skin and groaned, “But you’re so pretty, my love.” His voice was silky smooth as for the second time in this dress, you watched masculine hands push up the hem.

You preened at the pet name, “You’re not playing fair.” Your huff quickly broke into a breathy moan as he cupped your sex.

He hummed in delight, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned into your neck, mouth moving to hover over your ear while his fingers outlined your slit over your underwear, “You’re practically leaking he crooned. You gasped when his finger rubbed circles over your clothed slit. Your fingers dug into his arms as you bit your lip, trying not to moan but wanting to beg him to touch you directly, “Everyone’s gone home and this floor is on mine, so if you try to suppress your pretty little moans, I’ll just play with you like this all night.” His voice was low and you whimpered.

“No, please, touch me.” You begged lightly and he kissed your neck again, making you wiggle your hips, “Please, please, wanna feel your fingers inside of me.” You begged, shy inhibitions long gone, proving it with the loud moan that escaped your mouth when his hand went underneath your panties and his finger played with your bare clit, “Yes, yes!” You gasped.

“Namjoon made you cum not that long ago, and yet you’re still leaking on my hand.” He nipped your neck lightly, making you cry out further when his finger sunk into you as he groaned, “You’re so fucking wet, baby, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?” He teased as he slowly fucked you with his finger, smacking your thigh each time you tried to move your hips, “Are you going to cum already?” His voice was degrading but only made you squeeze around his fingers.

“Yes, daddy.” You nodded and he laughed heartily.

“No, you’re not.” He deadpanned as he took his fingers from you, making you mewl desperately. He licked your juices from his fingers while you threw a fit in his lap, “Lay on the desk, my love.” He commanded and you did as you were told, cunt empty and begging for release. You scrambled to lay down on the, thankfully, sturdy desk. His look of appreciation as you pulled your dress up to expose your cunt satisfied your submissive brain, “What a good girl I have.” He praised, making you smile giddily while he pocketed your underwear. He took a moment to appreciate your form and bare pussy being presented to him on his work desk, a fantasy he never expected to come to fruition. His hand spread the lips of your sex before he leaned down to gather your juices on his tongue as he slowly dragged the appendage up to your clit. You moaned sinfully as the sensation.

“Fuck, fuck.” Your high-pitched moans only spurred him on as his tongue worshiped your sex, exploring the parts he had dreamed about since the first time he tasted you. He made out with your soaking cunt before he began flicking his tongue across your clit, enjoying the way you twitched with each time his stiffened muscle passed over the sensitive bud, “Daddy.” You moaned, making him groan into your pussy, the vibrations making your thighs shake.

Yoongi released your clit with a lewd pop as he let one finger tease the outside of your drenched hole, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” He murmured as he pressed a peck to your clit, “How fucking hot it is to have you sprawled out on my desk in a pretty little dress with my face between your thick thighs?” One hand went to squish the skin of your left thigh and you keened at the exalting of your form. He dove back in, finger going inside at the same time his tongue reached your clit again.

The rush of sensations made your back arch off the desk as you clutched the hem of your dress, fighting the urge to grind into his face and grip his hair, “I’m gonna-”

“No, you’re not.” He kissed your clit before his fingers stilled as you wailed at the loss of your building high. You wiggled in frustration as you could feel your orgasm waning away. He laughed darkly as you begged and pleaded, whining incessantly.

“I wanna cum, daddy, please, please-” You whined and was cut off with another finger slipping inside of you.

“What happened to my obedient baby girl that asked to cum?” He mused and you whimpered, having completely forgotten to ask in the excitement of it all. He feigned thought before he took his fingers from you, sucking the juices off yet again but this time, holding eye contact. His gaze was dark, yet there was a clear passionate fire behind them as he hovered over you, forearms on either side of your head while his stern gaze softened, “You really want to cum, baby?”

You nodded emphatically, “Yes, yes, I wanna cum for you so bad.” You blubbered, lips pouting. He mocked your whine before leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. Your tongue took the initiative to mingle with his as your arms wrapped around his waist. You moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue circling your as his head bobbed ever so slightly as you both made out. Your legs wrapped around him, making him hum into your mouth, “Fuck me.” You mumbled against his soft lips, “Please.” You added and he growled, unsure if he wanted your first time together to be on his desk, “I wanna feel you inside of me.” You whimpered and that was enough to make his resolve snap.

He nodded, pulling from your mouth, “Okay, baby, I’ll let you cum on my cock.” He relented as he unbuckled his belt and pulling down his pants in haste as he pumped his hardened cock a few times.

“Your dick is so pretty.” You spoke with a sensual lilt, “Want you to fill me up.” You proclaimed and that was all the encouragement he needed to slide into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out.

“You’re so tight, my love.” He sighed, falling onto his forearms over you to give you a sweet kiss before he stood straight again, hands going to your hips as your walls fluttered around him. He watched the area where the two of you were connected with a pleased gaze, and he couldn’t help the lovestruck smile that landed on his face. He could truly stay like this forever.

Your hands grabbed his wrists, catching his attention. The lovelorn look he gave you caught you off guard but made your heart soar, “Y-You can move.” You gave him a small reassuring smile, “You can fuck me dumb.” You purred but the sultry look on your face was quickly replaced to a pilant one of ecstasy when he pulled out of you only to slam back in.

He fucked into you at a fairly quick pace, but he made sure to fuck into you as deep as he possibly could. The feeling of being completely filled by him made your eyes roll back each time he pressed into you. You were quickly reduced to desperate moans as he fucked you into oblivion, shaking the desk as he let all of his pent-up desire for you run free, “How do you feel, baby?” He crooned.

“Ah… good… daddy-I-” You gasped out, words nearly incomprehensible as he pounded into you, “I-I love you-” He gripped your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks as he looked down at you with a look of mock pity.

“My poor, dumb, baby.” He cooed, “You can’t even think straight already?” He asked in mock exasperation, “I’ve already fucked my girl dumb?” You nodded, making a pathetic noise of agreement with your mouth slightly open and tongue out as he licked at your pink muscle, making you moan further, “I love you too, baby.” He spoke tenderly before he gathered spit in his mouth and slowly let it dribble into your awaiting mouth. You swallowed it gleefully, making him growl and fuck you quicker, “Since you’re being such a good girl, you can cum.” He promised and your sex-fogged mind was abuzz in happiness.

“Thank you, daddy!” You sputtered and chanted over and over again along with, “I love you, I love you!” It was all you had left in your vocabulary as he fucked you harder and harder until your long-awaited orgasm came with a scream.

He nearly choked on his own spit when he felt your walls squeeze and flutter around him, “You feel so good squeezing around me like that, bunny- shit.” He grit out while his pace remained unforgiving.

“Cum inside me.” You begged as your orgasm racked through your body.

“Okay, baby-fuck- daddy will cum inside, hm?” He struggled to speak as you tightened around him and he found his high rather quickly as he came, fucking his cum into you while you milked him dry, “I love you too.” He breathed when he was finally done.

You leaned up weakly to kiss him and he took the hint, “Thank you.” You spoke weakly, before smiling wistfully, “I really do love you.” You were blissful as Yoongi cleaned the both of you up.

“I really love you, bunny.” He smiled unabashedly, “I’m not going to let anyone or anything hurt you anymore.” He promised but you had already fallen asleep.

Yoongi chuckled as he looked at your restful form. He was stricken with you, and there was nothing either of you could do about it. He loved you, and you would be his first and last love, that much he would make sure of. He called for his car to be pulled around and he lifted you gently. You hummed tiredly against him while he soothed you. You were his now, and it was only a matter of time before the other men in the house would make you theirs as well. In no time, you’ll belong to them as they already belong to you. The thought made him giddy as he carried you to his car.

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[missdreamshade]

Masterlist

Started -> 03/23/2021

Updated -> 07/07/2022

~ BTS || NCT || Stray Kids ~

BTS

Reactions:

You’re Naive/Innocent (Maknae Line)

❥ yandere au

They Notice Hickeys On Your Neck (Rap Line)

❥ yandere au

You Trick Them And Try Escaping (Dance Line)

❥ yandere au

A Friend Tries To Take You Away (Maknae Line)

(Hyung Line)

❥ yandere au

Imagines:

You Develop Stockholm Syndrome

❥ Park Jimin

❥ yandere au

He Finally Found You

❥ Jeon Jungkook 

❥ yandere au

You Try To Hide From Him

❥ Min Yoongi

❥ yandere au

Rockstar!Jungkook

❥ yandere au

One Shots:

I’ll Never Hurt You

❥ Jeon Jungkook x reader

❥ yandere au

Teddy Bear [18+]

Summary: Little did you know the teddy bear that was anonymously left on your doorstep contained a little hidden secret

❥ Park Jimin x reader

❥ yandere + stalker au

Kiss Me

❥ Jung Hoseok x reader

❥ yandere + mafia au

All I Want For Christmas

❥ Jeon Jungkook x reader

❥ yandere au + holiday au

Restless Nights

❥ Kim Taehyung x reader

❥ soft yandere au

Predator and Prey

❥ Psychopath!Jimin x reader

❥ yandere au + serial killer au

Jack-In-The-Box

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

❥ Jung Hoseok x reader

❥ yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

Headcannons:

Jimin As A Yandere

Hoseok As A Yandere

Blurbs:

His Perfection

❥ Park Jimin x reader

❥ yandere + stalker au

Drabbles

Yan!Jungkook + zombie apocalypse au

Yan!Jimin + non-virgin s/o

Asks: 

01  02  03 04

NCT

Reactions:

You Try To Run Away (NCT Dream)

❥ yandere au

You Ask Them To Hold You (NCT Dream)

❥ yandere au

Imagines:

coming soon

One Shots:

Cat and Mouse

❥ Lucas x reader

❥ yandere au

Scenarios:

When He First Met You

❥ Lee Taeyong x reader

❥ yandere + mafia au

Headcannons:

coming soon

Drabbles:

Yandere!Knight!Jeno x Princess!Reader

Yandere!Haechan x Arachnophobe!Reader

Asks:

01

Stray Kids

Reactions:

You Try Running Away / You Run Away

❥ yandere au

You Talk Back To Them

❥ yandere au

You Are Innocent/Naive Pt.1

❥ yandere au

Imagines:

Coming soon

One Shots:

I Belong to You

❥ Bang Chan x reader

❥ yandere au

The True Beast

❥ Gaston!Hyunjin x Belle!reader

❥ yandere + beauty and the beast au

Scenarios:

Where You Truly Belong  Pt.2  Pt.3

❥ Bang Chan x reader

❥ yandere + mafia au

Headcannons:

How They Treat You When You Behave

❥ yandere au

Drabbles:

coming soon

Asks:

coming soon

[chummywchimmy]

BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 6

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, yandere behavior, A LOT OF STARING.

Not edited.

I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

TAGLIST : @silversparkles11      @luvmingyu   @minshookie29     @cherrycheeks-btsbro@dearbambideer  @sassydepression  @sweettaeguk   @my-paradise-is@happyleepika@tenshi-shimura @waterdemon11@prettxgguk @snowyydayys@yuikitty @ungodlyjoon @angryheartkitten @annacroft23114 @mwitsmejk@eddyforthewin @benhardygalileo

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Your only response is to blink at the boy in front of you.

Did you hear that right?

You do not know how to respond to this. Was this a cruel prank? Or did he want to go out with you to ensure that you don’t expose him? 

The line behind him keeps getting longer as he stares at your face, an eager expression on his face. His hands are gripping the counter, long fingers clenched on the ceramic.

After the long day at college and an even longer shift at the cafe, you can only give him a lame response.

“Well, I’m not on the menu, Taehyung. Order something or get out.” You look straight into his eyes with a carefully guarded expression upon your face.

You’re slightly surprised to see the his face fall. As soon as you glimpse the look in his eye, his expression hardens. His jaw clenched, he points to a hot chocolate on the menu.

You turn around, intent on preparing his order quickly so that you can be free from the confines of that heavy stare. Even now, the hair on the back of your neck prickle under the weight of his dark eyes.

Snatching the drink from your hands, he storms out of the cafe after paying.

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Taehyung’s regular coffee shop visits dwindle after that incident. You refrain from informing Sam about that day. You still do not know what to make of it, leaning towards it being the part of another nefarious plan to humiliate you further.

“So where are you two going?” You ask Sam as the two of you sit down for your second lecture of the day.

“I don’t know. He says it’s a surprise. Let’s hope it isn’t anything weird. Although....as cute as he is, I don’t think I would mind even if he took me to his 4 years old nephew’s birthday party as a date.” Sam settles her chin upon her palm, a dreamy expression clouding her eyes.

“Damn, you’re down bad, huh.” You laugh, feeling a sense of happiness at seeing Sam being happy.

“Okay, maybe I would mind it.” She pretends to shiver in disgust.

She was finally going out with the cute boy from elective class aka Namjoon. Sam was ecstatic at being asked out by him and you approved. Even as the rest of the student body treated you like you were the plague, Namjoon openly asked out Sam in front of the entire class, a large smile upon his handsome face. 

You hoped that everything would go well for them.

After an hour long class that numbed your sleep-deprived brain, you stood up to move out of the large room. 

Suddenly, the crowd of students who were eager to get out, freeze in their tracks. A crowd forms around the entrance and you walk forward, itching to move out.

The horde of students give you wide-eyed looks, as if you were walking to your demise. After a bit of struggle to move through, you find yourself looking at the one person you did not want to see. Kim Taehyung.

He stood near the entrance, his tall figure being easy to distinguish from others. His black, slightly long hair sits in a stylish disarray, bangs falling messily over his forhead. A large hand pushes them back, revealing his forhead as he searches the crowd, looking for someone.

As his eyes fall on you, his frustrated face melts into one of recognition. The crowd notices this and consequently stiffens, remembering your previous confrontation.

His silver watch catches the light as he raises his hand and motions you forward. You give him an annoyed look and refuse to move. Some students discreetly pull out their phones, wanting to record the shitshow that was bound to go down.

At your clear refusal to move, he smirks. People give each other puzzled looks as he begins to walk forward, moving in your direction. His eyes stay locked on you as he walks. 

He stands in front of you and looks down, pursing his lips. The crowd seems to hold it’s breath. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off the by the words of the girl standing beside you.

“What is your problem? We said we won’t leak your video.” Sam’s words are eaten up by the mass of students waiting for the drama to begin. It seems as if many more have joined the audience from the looks of the overwhelming amounts of people now lingering outside the door, pushing at each other to get a peek.

Taehyung’s relaxed face morphs into one of annoyance as he moves his head to look at Sam. His lips pull back in a sneer and he grates out,

“Did I say I’m here for that? I’m here to ask your dear friend out on a date. The last time I did, she scammed me into buying a hot chocolate and didn’t even give me an answer.” His words pull a collective gasp out of the crowd. Their eyes are wide, some are already typing furiously on their phones to update the unfortunate friends who are stuck in a class. 

His eyes are back upon you as he gives you a teasing smile, as if the two of you had been friends since you were in your diapers. As he looks at you, his face is relaxed again, eyes clear of any malice. Or maybe he was just a good actor. He was the son of a politician, after all.

“Is this some sort of a prank? Listen Taehyung, you’ve humiliated us enough. As it is, nobody even talks to us. We can’t even spread that video even if we want to. Please leave us alone.” Your voice is tired, exhaustion suddenly wrapping over you like a blanket. You were already tired and stressed, and this was only your first year of college.

By the time you finish speaking, his eyebrows pull over his eyes and his lips are drawn into a frown.

“No, this is absolutely not a prank. Do you think I go around asking people out as a joke?” He backs away from you and the sea of your fellow classmates part for him. He stands in the center and his voice booms,

“Everyone, have you ever seen me asking anyone out?” His baritone voice directs a question to the crowd, to which they respond with fervent denial. Throughout, his gaze stays glued to you and he raises an eyebrow as if to say, ‘see?’

As you clutch Sam’s wrist and step forward to go out, his begins to speak again.

“And what’s all this talk I hear about not being friendly with my girl? Huh?!” He shouts, looking around.

No one meets his eyes.

Safe to say, you are not amused.

“Yeah, thanks for intimidating people into being friends with me. So romantic of you.” You snidely comment.

He looks chastised. He licks his lips and stares into your eyes, as if not understanding your reaction. As if you were somehow in the wrong for not falling at his feet immediately.

You finally move, not wanting to be a part of this anymore. You were sure that this entire interaction was going to end up on your university’s very own social media site- GatSocial

He rushes towards you as you are leaving, a desperate look on his face.

“Well? When shall I pick you up?” 

That’s it. You lose it.

“Are you fucking with me right now?! Do you have memory loss? Or do you just choose to conveniently forget whatever doesn’t suit you? Go out with you, my ass! Apologize to Sam on your fucking knees in front of everyone and maybe I’ll look your way. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

It seems as if you and Sam have switched souls because you just shouted at the son of the biggest politician in your country. You also belatedly feel that you might’ve been a little harsh. But words are like cannons. Once they’re released, you can’t take them back.

You expect him to storm out after calling you a few choice words. But to your, and everyone else’s, surprise a deep laughter booms out of his chest. He keeps laughing for a long time as everyone looks at him as if he’s lost his marbles.

“You’re so cute.” Giggles spill out of his mouth as he looks at you with a fond look in his eyes.

Giving him a disgusted look, you storm out, feeling his dark gaze on your back as you disappear into the crowd.

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ah im sorry if this is too short but i just wanted to put sumn out regardless. let me know your feedback

-aani

[joheunsaram]

platonically in love (ksj)

check out the platonic collection masterlist

Summary- “We can’t be platonically in love...” 

A little sequel to platonic because @ressjeon wanted it hehe.

word count -  1.8k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fluff, fwb2lovers, bff2l

warnings- none! (I am an idiot and left the warnings from the original pwp on haha sorry friends 😅😅)

a.n- Well guess what... my self indulgent bullshit turned into more self indulgent bullshit ayoooo 🤪 special thanks to @ressjeon, @moccahobi, and @agustdjoon​ for their guest appearance as the gang’s girlfriends hehehehe

A big warm thank you to @hobiandsprite, @sugasbabiie and @taegularities for beta reading! ily guys 💕 also almost forget but thank you @casuallyimagining​ for the perfect seokjin pic for the banner 🥺

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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You could hear the chirps of the tiny birds resting on your window sill as you opened your eyes, the morning chill warded off by Seokjin’s warm body wrapped around you, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You smiled, relishing the moment before opening your eyes, the hazy early sun greeting your eyes as it bathed your room in a soft glow from the drapes you had left undrawn the night before.

Yawning contentedly, you loosened his grip around you to sit up, only for him to cling onto your legs, humming as he snuggled his face into your hip. Mornings were his favourite. He savoured the quiet times he could lose himself next to you, tethering between consciousness as your scent engulfed him. No matter how many times he had woken up next to you, it never got old for Seokjin.

You reached for your phone on your bedside table, starting your routine of checking your notifications as your fingers aimlessly caressed Seokjin’s bare back, making him smile as he placed a little kiss on your hip. You had never felt more comfortable as you scrolled through social media, liking your friends’ adventures from over the weekend.

👹 Clown Posse 👺

Jungkook: couple brunch? 🤪 yan wants to get waffles Alyanna: and mimosas! 🤧 Jimin: Thought you’d never ask! 💕 Jungkook: no whores allowed 💕 Jimin: That is discrimation. 🤬 Yoongi: I’m down. Nita is too. Jungkook: sweet! hobi and lil? jin and yn? Taehyung: this is so fucking dumb! Taehyung: WHY CAN’T I COME? Taehyung: i never expected this from you jk 😔 love has changed you  Lillia: its cause last time you hit on a waitress and we had to pay like 35% tip to make up for your ass 🙄 Lillia: count us in jk Jungkook: dope. yn?  Jungkook: hurry up and answer!  Jungkook: im gonna add you two to the resos anyway. Taehyung: u guys are srsly gonna go without us????? Jimin: its okay tae let the losers go to brunch 😴 wake up joon we going to hooters Taehyung: fuck yeah! i love you mr parkkkkkkkkk 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Jimin changed the group name to JUNGKOOKS A SIMP Yoongi: Oh? New couple alert? YN: lol why are seokjin and i part of couple brunch? YN: also wtf is couple brunch? Jungkook: ha hilarious 🤡 summer lane at 11

Your brows furrowed in confusion at Jungkook’s response, your hand pausing where it was running through Seokjin’s hair as you tried to parse through the bizarre conversation. Next to you, Seokjin groaned, his hand on top of yours as he tried to coax you back into stroking his scalp. You instead opted to smack him, making him whine as he pulled away from you, looking up at you groggily.

“Seokjin, wake up!” you demanded, shoving your phone into his face, so he could familiarize himself with your friends’ musings this morning. He pinched your thigh in rebelion, earning another swat from you before leaning up on one elbow and reading the chat from your phone, squinting at the abnormally bright screen. He wondered how your eyesight was still intact.

“It’s at eleven!” he whined, falling back onto the pillows, rubbing his face with both hands. “We have like two hours!”

“What? Not that!” you exclaimed, hitting him once again on the stomach, the skin on skin contact making a satisfying smack. 

“Stop hitting me!” he groaned, finally sitting up, his dark hair sticking up in odd angles around his head, and you had to stop yourself from cooing at his sleepy state. 

“Why do they think we’re a couple?” You turned to face him, arms crossed with a scowl on your face and Seokjin rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Because we are… Did you hit your head?” he asked condescendingly, a small smile puffing his cheeks as he patted you on top of your head. You shoved his hand away, glaring at him.

“Since when?”

“Like six months ago? Are you serious?” Seokjin couldn’t believe he was dealing with just a dumb argument right after waking up, his brows furrowed in irk as he crossed his arms. Were you just trying to get some angry sex? He wanted to go back to cuddling. Although, he wouldn’t mind some sex right now. The way his shirt molded to your breasts was enough to get him going.

“Am I serious? Are you serious?” you asked, flabbergasted, pulling his attention away from your chest to your face, just in time for him to see you roll your eyes. 

“How do you not know we’ve been dating for six months?! We live together!” Seokjin moved his hands as he spoke, fully exasperated at his girlfriend’s early morning senseless interrogation.

“We do not live together!” you argued, mirroring Seokjin’s aggravation as you fully turned to face him.

“When’s the last time you went back to your apartment?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“That is not the point!” you yelled, lifting your hand to smack him again, only for Seokjin to catch your wrist before you could reach him.

“Careful baby, you don’t want me to punish you now, do you?” he said with fiery eyes as his grip tightened, and his sudden dominant tone made you want to forget about a certain development in your relationship and let him spank you silly. But you were still too hung up on semantics to let your lust take over. Why did everyone think you were dating? You were just friends with benefits who just happened to hang out everyday in between having sex. 

“Seokjin,” you whined, prying your wrist from his grip. “When did we start dating?”

“After the cockwarming thing? Did you actually think this was still platonic?” Seokjin asked, finally realizing that you were in fact, very serious about not knowing that the two of you were dating. He thought it was pretty obvious. Friends did not just randomly kiss each other whenever the mood struck, or go on dates, or just cuddled when they slept.

“I mean… I don’t know…”

“Y/N, I took you to the best restaurant in the city for Valentines, I bring you flowers every time I go to the grocery store. We have matching rings for crying out loud!” He exasperated, grabbing your hands with his, the two platinum rings shining side by side in the morning sun. You stared at your intertwined hands in awe. Oh, so you were actually an idiot.

“I thought… I thought they were friendship rings…” You trailed off as Seokjin let go of your hands, falling on the bed with a defeated groan, hiding his face under a pillow. You felt the pieces finally falling into place, the way he always woke you up with a kiss, the way he picked you up from work every day despite it being fifteen minutes out of the way, and the way his eyes glimmered every time he looked at you, shining with adoration. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind.

You called his name, trying to pry the pillow off his face, but he hugged it tighter, refusing to let go. Burrowing into the covers, you laid on top of him, opting for a new strategy and burying your face under the pillow as well. His hands finally let the pillow go, resting on your lower back as he hugged you closer, and you sighed against his neck, making goosebumps erupt. He hated that you had this effect on him, hated that it was seemingly one-sided, even though he was sure it wasn’t. He didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his girlfriend, he didn’t think you wouldn’t be on the same page as him. You were always on the same wavelength; ten years of friendship had that effect.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lips trailing on his neck as he tried to hide the way a blush seemed to blossom on his ears. He only grunted in response, a hand coming to remove the pillow from over your faces as he looked away in embarrassment, choosing to focus on the little birds nesting on his window than the way you felt, so soft and plush on top of him.

You moved up, resting on your forearms around his head, and you gently brought his face towards you, watching the way he pouted, not looking you in the eye. You chuckled at his grumpiness, kissing him gently, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter in response, deepening the kiss.

“In my defence, you never asked,” you joked, and he scowled in response.

“You could’ve asked,” he said petulantly, pinching your butt.

“I mean, I still thought we were platonic,” you giggled, but instead of the smile you expected, his face fell, looking away once again.

“We can’t be platonically in love, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands falling away from you, but you were too busy focusing on not going into cardiac arrest. His words were like a chorus in your head, singing ethereally, a lump forming in your throat.

“We’re in… love?” you whispered, and Seokjin felt a weight on top of his chest. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out. He had planned a romantic picnic with kimbap with extra pickled radish just the way you liked. He wanted to show you that you were it for him, the only one he would ever want, the only one he had ever wanted, but the shock on your face made his blood run cold, his confidence faltering.

“I am… aren’t you?” He turned his head, closing his eyes, wanting to delay the inevitable way you were going to break his heart.

“Yes,” you whispered, and the speed at which he looked at you probably rattled his brain. Perhaps that was the reason his eyes were starting to water, and his heart was trying to escape his chest. You smiled at his reaction, overwhelmed with an urge to coo at your usually guarded friend — well, boyfriend now, you supposed.

But before you could act on your desire to pinch his flushed cheeks, his hand was behind your neck, pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together in a flurry of tongue and teeth. Although the kiss started rough, it quickly melted into a gentle slurry, his tongue roaming yours, savouring your taste as if he hadn’t kissed you before. His hand moved down your spine, softly caressing your skin over your shirt as if stringing the strings on a guitar, your blood thrumming to his melody. When he reached his other hand on your hip, he flipped you over, hovering over you, and finally breaking your kiss.

“I can’t believe you thought we were platonic while literally being in love with me,” he huffed, still annoyed but still kissing your cheek at the sheepish look you gave him in return. You recovered quickly, cupping his face as you gazed into his eyes, finally realizing that the way they softened was indeed him looking at you with love.

“I love you, Seokjin,” you murmured, enjoying the grin that pulled his plush lips apart, puffing his cheeks and scrunching his eyes.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, kissing you once again, never wanting to stop.

Needless to say, you both were late to couples brunch.

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[raggaraddy]

Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday.  Taehyungs day.  

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.  

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is. 

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?”  He finally gets around to asking. 

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.  

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already.  And you have the same answer ready as always. 

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention.  “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.” 

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else.  But he doesn’t need to know that. 

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone.  You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment. 

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month.  Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.  

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t.  I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face. 

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.” 

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.  

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday.  Jungkooks day.  

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction.  He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences.  He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.  

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile. 

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.  Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.  

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.  

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible. 

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.  

“Where are we staying this time?” 

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away.  It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else.  And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other. 

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive. 

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th.  Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number. 

Time to actually work for your money. 

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open.  Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress. 

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.  

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person. 

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.  

Holy fuck. 

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.  

Damn it.  You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act. 

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.” 

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch. 

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway.  “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should. 

“Move.” You order. 

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you. 

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again.  Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense.  You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning.  Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath. 

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again.  His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso. 

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook. 

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp. 

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?” 

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor. 

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can. 

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls. 

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”  

Part 2

[jgkttfv]

what will Yan! Tae do when his s/o has a secret bf?

I think he'll kill the secret guy, right in front of her, and then he'll deal with her, but better let's ask Taehyung himself.

Taehyung answers:

This is a very simple question. Yes, I would kill him and ask Hoseok to help me, Yoongi is very busy. But he did not do it the way the author wrote. Have you seen the movie "Jigsaw"? I could repeat, some kind of death for this idiot. Perhaps me even mocked him at first, and then killed him. And yes, all this will happen before her eyes.

[aajjks]

YAN!Taehyung

DADDY! I don’t wanna wear this collar any more it’s not comfy nor cute 😤 can you pls buy me a pretty one daddy? Maybe something pretty and pink 🥺

"baby... why? You don't like it? You don't like daddy's choice? Oh so it's not comfortable.. oh okay... I'll buy my beautiful princess whatever you want... Pretty and pink it is!"

[minshookie]

Would y’all be interested in asking my Yan!characters any questions or even just questions about their story?!

if so please do!! Feel free to ask:

Pillow fight’s Jungkook

Petting Zoo’s Jungkook

All Play, No Work’s Yoongi

Invasion of Privacy’s Namjoon

Or

Meetings at Midnight’s Taehyung

Ask them anything and we’ll answer them!

Even ask the MC some questions if you’d like!

[darkmulti]

Yan rm and yan tae + reader + size kink + strength kink (add your own kinks too)

⚠️: YANDERE NAMJOON AND TAEHYUNG, Size kink; dub con, strength kink (? Idk the proper name for it) , double penetration and anal

-> sorry for any mistakes

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“Taehyung! Here!”

You raised your hand and waved it side to side so he that he could spot you in the large crowd

Taehyung finally made eye contact and made his way to you

“Hi, sweetheart. Where’s Namjoon?”

“He’s waiting in the car.” You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the car

You sat in the back while Taehyung sat in the drivers seat and Namjoon in the passenger

“Where we headed?” Taehyung asked and Namjoon replied,

“Let’s go back to my place.”

Namjoon and Taehyung are your best friends

They love and care about you so much

Calling you sweet names, showing you affection, taking care of you, comforting you — you’re so grateful for them

They can really cheer you up even on the worst days

You’ve known them since high school but didn’t really get close to them until you started university

Well, now you guys are best friends and you all look out for each

You adored your friendship so much

You adored both of them so much, but in a sisterly way

While you thought you found honest and trustworthy friends, they were wanting something else from you

Both Taehyung and Namjoon took a liking in you back in high school

It became a competition/bet

Who can win your heart first

They both tried to confess multiple times but you were far too naive to understand

However, they didn’t get mad at you for not understanding

All they needed was for you to be close to them

They’d never let another man talk to you or possibly take you away from them

They were very protective and didn’t like you talking to another male

Whenever they confessed, you always thought they were teasing you so you brushed it off as a joke

Well today, it’ll be a little different

Namjoon was planning on confessing but for real this time

And he was going to do it in front of Taehyung to get his reaction

You guys finally arrived at Namjoon’s apartment, where he set up to ask you out

It wasn’t too much, just some fresh flowers and petals around the house

When you walked in, he grabbed your hand and lead you to the kitchen table while Taehyung followed behind with a stern look on his face

He knew what Namjoon was doing, but Taehyung wasn’t going to let it slide so easily

You sat down at the kitchen table while Namjoon took your food out

“Thank you, Jonnie! It looks delicious!”

“I hope you enjoy it but I also need to tell you something.”

“Sure! Go ahead.” You politely said, while scooping up some mash potatoes

Namjoon then turned to Taehyung and said, “I actually need to talk to her, alone.”

“Why? If you have something to say, say it in front of me, I also want to know.” Taehyung said sternly

You noticed the tension and were quick to say something

“Uh, Namjoon? What did you want to tell me?”

He sighed and took a seat in front of you, reaching out for your hands and holding them

“We’ve been friends for a long time and I adore you and our friendship so much. But, I don’t think I adore you as a friend anymore. I really love you and I think about you all the time. You make me so happy, I don’t think I’d be able to live without you.”

Taehyung grabbed your hand, pulled you up and started walking towards the door but Namjoon was quick to pull you back

“What’re you doing, Taehyung?! You don’t own her, let her answer me first!”

Taehyung turned to you and said, “tell him you don’t accept and let’s go!”

“Taehyung, I don’t-”

“Don’t what, huh? Do you like him Y/N?”

You couldn’t answer

You didn’t like either of them

They were both brother figures to you

You were feeling so much emotion

You were shocked and speechless about the whole situation

“You guys, don’t fight because of me. I- I never viewed you guys in that way.”

Namjoon pulled you to him and rested his forehead on yours

“Can’t you see that I love you so much? I would do anything for you.”

You felt incredibly bad

He prepared a nice dinner for you only to reject him

But on the other hand, Taehyung wasn’t taking his hurt eyes off you either

Namjoon made the first move and started kissing you

You didn’t kiss back because you were too busy looking at Taehyung

Suddenly Taehyung walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist and attacked your neck

You gasped, letting Namjoon’s tongue into your mouth

Taehyung’s slender hand roamed your body while Namjoon kept his hands on your ass

“Let’s take this to the room.”

Namjoon picked you up and continued kissing you while Taehyung followed behind, taking off his jacket

Namjoon laid you on his bed, before taking his shirt off then taking yours off

“Fuck! You look so sexy.” He growled, before pinning your hands down and ripping your bra off

He immediately attached his mouth to your nipple and sucked for a good minute or two before possessively switching over to the other one

While he sucked your tits, Taehyung slid his hand down your underwear and entered two fingers in your wet slit

You grabbed the bedsheets and moaned in pain

“It hurts!” You whined but Taehyung didn’t take it out

“Better get used to the feeling, angel. Cause soon, something much bigger will be replacing my fingers.”

Taehyung started moving his fingers faster while Namjoon marked you all over your body

Namjoon finally got off and took his pants off, then removed your pants too

You were now lying naked in front of them

You felt a little embarrassed but when you tried to cover up, Taehyung wouldn’t allow you

“Don’t, you look beautiful. We’re gonna take good care of your gorgeous body.”

Taehyung pulled his fingers out as Namjoon stepped in between your legs

His length was in his hand as he gave it a couple of strokes

“Ready baby?”

You nodded your head and he pushed the tip in

Tears escaped but Taehyung quickly kissed them away

“Focus on me baby. Don’t focus on the pain. Soon it’ll feel so good.” His low voice never failed to soothe you

He was caressing your cheeks and after a couple of thrusts, you started moaning

Both of them did their best to keep you calm and pleasure you

The night started off soft but close to midnight, you found yourself in between the boys as they both pounded both of your holes

Your legs were wrapped around Namjoon’s waist as Taehyung took you from behind

Both of the boys had so much energy and strength, you were no match

They’d been standing for a little over an hour, fucking you endlessly

You were rolling your eyes back, moaning, crying, screaming, creaming— you were feeling it all

You didn’t tell them to stop, but you were beginning to feel some pain in your lower abdomen

Not to mention how hard Taehyung was going in your ass even though it was you first time

They were so much bigger and stronger than you so it difficult to escape their grip

You’d be pulled back in seconds and fucked even harder if you were to pull away

Finally, 2am rolls around and both boys finish off by coming in you

You were shaking and clinging onto Taehyung who carried you to bed while Namjoon went to get some water for all three of you

Once he came back, you took a couple sips of the water and immediately fell asleep afterwards

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back, so your back was against his chest

��Guess we both won in the end.”

Namjoon said before closing the water bottle and placing it on the nightstand

“I guess so.”

Taehyung said before falling asleep too

[cupsofsuga]

hey 🥺 can ask what the yan! bts fanclub does in terms of club activities?? like what do they do on a daily basis? ( love u sm :)) )

send me an ask! - X

gif creds - X

hi angel! i love u more than life. thank you for sending me an ask, pumpkin!

FANCLUB AU BELONGS TO @bangtans-apollo !!!!!!!!!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

━━━ The weekends are the most dreaded time of the week. To consume what feels like an eternity without their moonlit nymph, their November rain is to bleed onto concrete with daylight dimming as seconds, minutes, hours, days walk by you. This is Jin’s precious time with you, as he claims, and grasping the fact that he gets to bathe in lilac perfume and awestruck swans whilst the boys let their tears paint pillows with its heavenly glow sparks tremendous envy none of them ever knew they were capable of summoning. Jealousy is what we shall call these lovelorn weekends. Pure and unadulterated resentment.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏-𝐔𝐏

━━━ Ah, finally! To be lost within the depths of the sea, they have withdrawn, for the sirens of the sea have led their souls to safety. The club shall recapture the previous week, also drowning in the heart of new exclusive content from the weekend prior. With a comment or two from Jin of the day before, he then puffs his chest in pride once he catches sight of fire within their eyes. That ache ends with Spring’s embrace, but that envy trembles like a ghost in the attic. Always following, always lingering. These boys are quite possessive, you see, but they must always respect their leader, for he holds the power of their ability to see their angel’s heart in the palm of his hands. It is jealousy, but it is glittering infatuation, too.

𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

━━━ On Tuesday’s (the second most dreadful time of the week), the boys will involve themselves in training and pushing their bodies to its limits. These long, exasperated hours usually consist of the boys groaning in annoyance and whining about craving to see their Y/N, all whilst Jungkook brags about his muscular physique and how he is much stronger than the rest of the fiends in that room. He enjoys that rivalry when he gloats about how he can fight better for you, also sharing fantasies of carrying you like a prince/princess as they all smolder in anger. That following night will involve eliminations of friends who are a little too close to liking or others who have dared to put even the smallest of frowns on your impeccable face. You are a lover’s moon, a neon manifestation. You are in every means ethereal perfection and these boys will do everything in their power to protect the one they love most at all cost.

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

━━━ After the outrage boils down and bloodstains have been purified of their sins, Wednesday’s consist of honeyed words adorned of infatuation and Summer’s tulips. This is a “writing” club, after all. Each member will share their pieces that surround you with passion painting their heartfelt gazes. Yoongi and Taehyung are the only members who perfect this task flawlessly and put their blood, sweat and tears into every poem. The others aren’t as elegant, per se. As they share their pieces with blushing cheeks and lovesick smiles, their poems always accelerate to fantasies of domestic bliss. Days where they can hold you tight in their arms under the cotton candy sky; days where they can drown you in their obsession and kisses. Jimin once even let these fantasies go to… hotter places... Yeah, the others weren’t too thrilled about that.

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

━━━ Thursday’s consist of our members swamped in study guides and reviews and a few arguing with each other on something small as what shade of y/f/c is your favorite. These tasks (and physical fights, sometimes) will help equip the boys for the quiz the following day. The quiz will feature questions such as “how many moles are on Y/N’s face?”, “down below, write the following in Y/N’s handwriting”, “how old was Y/N when they lost their first tooth?”, and “name off as many of Y/N’s mannerisms as you possibly can.” They all excel grandly, scarily. Their pure ability to know you better than you know yourself without an inkling of your knowledge is terrifying, but with the purest of intentions. After all, they think of you and let their mind, heart, and soul melt into enchantment and blushing irises.

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 / 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

━━━ The day has come! Quiz night, where the members will be inquired on their knowledge with prizes varying in shades of infatuation and devotion. Their rewards are displayed before them as if the objects were taunting them and prodding them of their undying obsession. Awards adorned in sweltering sweetness consist of sweaters, plushies, voice memos (jin secretly recorded), jewelry, pillows, and other miscellaneous items you have blessed with your touch of paradise. But, these gifts also can become more brutal. Some nights, you’ll find your used chapstick, fingernails, chewed pencils, locks of your hair, soda cans you’ve drunk out of, chewed gum, toothbrushes, used bandaids, tissues and old polaroids that the members are all aching to possess. No matter the lines crossed, anything remotely related to their summer daydream has them misty and longing. Always and forever, they are yours.

[worldwidemochiguy]

For the drabble thingy, how abt yan! Idol! taehyung or jimin doing a collab stage with idol!yn who's just as popular as them 👉👈

Taehyung and Jimin watched, transfixed, as your throat bobbed, swallowing down a few quick mouthfuls of water just before the platform would begin to rise, and the three of you would be revealed.

They had been begging their manager for a collaboration stage with you ever since your companies merged, and it had been hard to deny them.

You were arguably the most successful female idol in Korea right now, certainly the most successful soloist. Taehyung and Jimin — a singing, dancing duo — had been dominating the charts practically since debut, and were now household names.

The day you had named them as your celebrity crushes in a dispatch interview, Taehyung and Jimin had been beside themselves with glee.

After that, it was only a matter of time before a collaboration stage at MAMA was underway.

You shot a grin at them as they stood on the other end of the platform. Of course, you had been ecstatic when you learned that the Taehyung and Jimin of the 95z, the most successful kpop group ever, wanted to work with you. Yes, you were successful, but you were a rookie singing along to their songs in the shower only a couple of years ago.

However, they were honestly nothing like you thought they would be.

As soon as you received their contact information from your company, you would receive texts from the group chat you were in with them non-stop, asking about what you were doing that day, who you were working with, did you want to meet up.

Once, after you had told them you were busy and then went on a V-live to chat with your fanbase, they had both spam texted you, angry and betrayed as if you should prioritise them, two men you barely knew, over your fans.

You smiled and nodded during interviews when you were asked about them, but honestly you couldn’t wait to get this collaboration stage over with so you never had to work with them again.

You took one last sip of your water before the platform rose, making a mental note to talk to whoever had left the bottles there for you. It was an unfamiliar brand, and it tasted kind of unpleasant.

Okay, you whispered to yourself as the platform jolted, Just get through this and then never see them again.

The crowd began to gasp during the dance break. You had stumbled, missing a move you could usually nail. Beside you, Jimin and Taehyung began to trade nervous glances. As Taehyung moved to support you against his side, Jimin continued to perform the difficult routine, as if he was trying to maintain normalcy.

The audience broke out into screams when you collapsed. Straight away, Jimin and Taehyung whisked you away as members of staff began to call for a medic.

In the chaos of the backstage area, Taehyung had no problem carrying you to the exit as Jimin cleared the way for him, ensuring any worried bystanders that there was an ambulance waiting for you outside.

There was no ambulance, but there was a nondescript black van that Jimin had parked out there that morning. Taehyung brought you into the back, laying you on the preprepared stretcher as Jimin slipped into the drivers seat.

As the venue disappeared in the rear view mirror, Jimin reached back to twine his hand with Taehyung’s.

“We did it.” He said, his voice thick with emotion, “She’s finally ours.”

“I know, Jiminie.” Taehyung murmured back, his voice soft as he ran his other hand through your hair soothingly. “It really was a stroke of genius to put that drug in her water.”

“And now,” Jimin grinned, his eyes meeting Taehyung in the mirror, before he glanced down at your unconscious form, “She’ll be ours forever.”

[chummywchimmy]

BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 5

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, yandere behavior, A LOT OF STARING

Not edited.

I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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"Seriously. If he's that hung up over it, he should just apologize. Atleast people would talk to us again." Sam's voice permeated your ears as the two of you padded away to your first lecture of the day.

You made a face at her. Both of you knew better. If anything, this was just another way to torment you.

Ever since that incident in the Democratic News HQ, Taehyung had been doing some weird stuff. The day after that, you hadn't come to college, exhausted as you were. Not to mention, you had felt foolish. You had lain in bed the entire day and wondered if you shouldn't have backed down. Would he really have gone through with his threats? You didn't want to find out.

You came to college the next day, intent on putting this behind you and going back to normal life.

Well, life was normal for the most part. Except for one thing.

Taehyung stared at you everyday.

At first you thought that he was trying to threaten you - that he was watching you and you better keep your mouth shut.

But you had the intuition that it wasn't really the reason.

Every morning, he along with his group of friends would be standing near the college entrance. Every time you would walk past, you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.

The first time that you noticed it, you looked at him. He was leaning against the wall, eyes trained on your face. His dark eyebrows were pulled low over his eyes and his face was devoid of any expression. As he noticed your eyes on him, he gave you a smirk. It went on for a few days before he dropped the pretense of staring at you to 'threaten' you.

Every time you would catch him looking, he won't even bother with a smirk. You would continue to feel his eyes even as you disappeared into the crowd of rushing students.

And you would have just ignored it, chalking it up as an intimidation tactic.

But it didn't end just there.

Every evening that you would have a shift at Min's Cafe, he would show up exactly 15 minutes after you check in and ask for a different coffee each day. His dark eyes would stare at your face as if he was trying to work out some great mystery. Shrugging whenever you asked him what he wanted to order, you made him random beverages every day.

You would pretend as if you didn't recognise him. The one time that he tried to leave a tip, you grumpily told him that the cafe didn't allow for tips, which wasn't true honestly. But you didn't want to take his money.

You had told Sam about his recent cafe visits and she had come to the conclusion that he was feeling guilty. He was human too, wasn't he? He had to feel bad about his shitty actions, right?

This belief was further strengthened in your friend's mind when she came to the cafe 5 minutes before your shift's end. The horizon was beginning to darken as the sun set into hiding.

However, Taehyung's tall figure was clearly recognisable as he threw the large cup of caramel macchiato into the bin outside and got into his shiny, black car to speed off into the night.

It was then that you told her that he would sit in the cafe during your entire shift, with his cup of coffee untouched in front of him. His eyes would refuse to leave your green apron clad form as you flitted behind the counter, attending to a flurry of customers.

As the two of you had sat huddled in the subway train, Sam had come to the conclusion that he felt guilty.

You weren't sure if that was his reason.

Both of you were still wary of him, expecting him to jump out of any dark corner with a gun in his hand.

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Photography 101 was one of the electives that you had chosen. Walking into the sunlit room, you enjoyed a moment of peace before other students stumbled in, backpacks slung haphazardly over their tired shoulders.

You liked the class, for the most part. Ever since you were a child, you had a fascination for wildlife photography. While it was a career you couldn't pursue as a full time job, you wished to feel closer to it by taking Mrs Jung's class.

The only problem was having to sit next to Jungkook. Well, you couldn't really call it problem. He was as cooperative as could be and since you two were project partners, this was a huge relief.

It was just that he was always so hot and cold. The first time you had talked to him, he had seemed friendly and you hoped that the two of you could become friends and not just for the sake of the project.

But ever since the fiasco with Taehyung, he had begun to distance himself. Talking only when needed and going so far as to refuse to meet your eyes, the last few weeks in this class were a pain.

You sat down on the seat furthest from the window which was streaming in copious amounts of sunlight and took out your binder and pen, setting them down upon the table. Ready for the class, you let you thoughts wander, they soared like a kite through the blue cloudless sky.

The heavy doors of the lecture room were wide open and so you let out a gasp of surprise as you suddenly hear a thump as Jungkook put down his books beside you, sitting down heavily on the chair.

Surprisingly, he looks amused at your gasp and looks at you with a lopsided smile. So now he wanted to acknowledge you as a real, breathing person instead of a bot that answers your project questions?

“Scaredy cat.” He whispers, a bunny smile upon his friendly face.

“Well, it’s not my fault that you don’t make a noise when you walk.” You grumble.

“Who said I walk? I flew here.” The teasing was clear in his voice.

Not one to back down from a banter, you reply

“Oh so you’re a fairy? Come on then, show me your glittery wings.”

“Glitter? I’m not Edward Cullen.” Unbidden, a smile slithers it’s way onto your lips even as you try to control it. Maybe the past few weeks were just busy and stressful?

“Hey, it’s not glitter, alright?” You hiss jokingly.

“Ew, you like Twilight?” He asks, disgust clear upon his handsome face.

You’d hardly even watched the entire series but for the sake of the joke, you make an exaggerated offended expression and reply,

“And if I do?”

Nose scrunching up, he says,”

“Well, nothing really. ‘Cus I am too. Team Edward for life, baby!” Raucous laughter resounds in the still empty classroom as you laugh at his antics.

It hits you then that he was only being nice to you because of the lack of intruding eyes. Had the classroom been full, he wouldn’t even have looked your way and you couldn’t really blame him. You still didn’t know what would happen if any brave soul tried to be friendly with the two social outcasts.

Your amusement sobers up and Jungkook is quick to take notice. Surprisingly enough, he enquires 

“Uh, did I say anything wrong?” The class is now quickly being filled, the sounds of chairs screeching drowning out his soft voice. You wonder if he’s forgotten that he can clearly be seen talking to you.

Bluntly, you force out, “Why are you talking to me?”

“What do you mean?” 

Not deigning to reply, you give him a look. He sighs and looks away. For two minutes, it’s completely silent between the two of you.

Over the sound of crisps being eaten by the two girls in front of you, you hear Jungkook speak.

“I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t excuse my shitty behavior but it’s all that I can offer right now.” You see his hand clenching the pink pen.

“Was it because of the whole you-know-who incident?” You whisper, feeling a bit stupid for omitting his name like a coward.

Jungkook’s silent for a moment.

“Don’t ask questions that you won’t like the answer to. And no, it’s not really because of that. That’s all I can tell you.”

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“Have a good day!” You bid another customer farewell and plaster on a fresh smile for the next one.

A senior from your own college greets you, or well if prattling off orders could be considered a greeting.

As you set upon preparing her matcha tea, you begrudgingly admit to yourself that ever since that brat began his regular visits to your workplace, it had suddenly become the go-to place for your collegemates. 

Apparently, despite his repulsive attitude, he was quite a hit with the ladies. You couldn’t really blame them since you would’ve found him attractive too, if not for having been so jarringly exposed to his penchant for humiliating others.

You turn around to hand your customer her cup and your vision is filled with that of a blank faced Taehyung, waiting patiently behind her. With red cheeks, Ms Matcha Tea slithers away, leaving you to serve his highness.

Quite frankly, you’ve become accustomed to this. He would arrive, you would ask for his order, he would shrug and you’ll prepare a random beverage (wishing you could slip in poison if only that didn’t violate kitchen safety rules and a few laws). He would stare at you the entirety of your shift, sitting at the back of the cafe and leave a few minutes before you.

Despite expecting his shrug, you hit him with the usual, “What would you like to order?”

It surprises you when he opens his mouth to speak instead of shrugging those broad, leather jacket clad shoulders.

He looks deeply into your eyes and says,

“I think it’s time for you to give the orders, Y/N. I like you. Go out with me.”

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meh, i dont think i like this chap very much. couldve been better. lemme know what you guys think

-aani