#mature bts

[97kuu]

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summary; Jungkook and you keep your sexual relationship a secret—until his friends from the 97 line start betting on who can win you over first. Feeling jealous, he pulls you into a private room at the next awards show, claiming you as his. As he sends a video to the group chat, he makes it clear that you belong to him.

Au; fwb! Secrete rleationship au! ! Jungkookidolau! Readerpopularidolau!

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warnings; slight plot, fwb, creamp^e, Riding, dirtyt^lk, descriptive s^x, mi^^ionary, lotus, recording, dub-con, time skips, a bet is placed, public S^x, rushed s^x, facial, q^ickie, clothed s^x, mentions of sweat. Slight manipulation on Jks part,

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In the lotus position on the bed, Jungkook leans forward, drawing you even closer as he wraps his arms securely around your waist. Your chest is at the perfect level, allowing him to lower his head slightly and take a nipple into his mouth. His lips move with a mix of tenderness and intensity, eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours, watching as you ride his cock in utter pleasure.

Your hands find their place on his shoulders, head falling slowly back as he grips your waist and you moan in ecstasy. Jungkook had what was no doubt the best cock you've had being in this industry and therefore had no difficulty changing plans and meeting at night at his or a random rental car for the hour. He was girthy, he had a good length that wasn't small nor too long. He curved slightly so that when you moved onto your knees and pushed him slightly back to lay down, you could ride him and he would automatically tease your G-spot with ease.

Crossing his arms behind his head, he watched as placed your hands on his chest. Applying pressure as you rocked your hips back and forth creating short waves of movement against him.Biting softly on his pierced bottom lip, Jungkook’s dark eyes locked with yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. Slowly, he lowered his hands from behind his head, bringing them to rest on your hips. His fingers gripped you firmly yet tenderly, guiding your movements with practiced ease. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver up your spine as he leaned in slightly, his breath mixing with yours.

“You have no idea how amazing you look right now,” he breathes out, voice laced with desire. Listening to those words and that deep groan of his as your hips crashed down, followed by the arch of your back was utterly heaven to him.

“I could watch you like this forever,” he groans, barely holding back. His words sent a rush through you, making your body respond instinctively as you quickened your pace, completely overtaken by his voice. “That’s it, keep going—you’re taking me so well,” he encouraged his tone deep and approving, fueling your movements even more.

His grip tightness, he holds helps grind down on him harder as his precum spews inside of you without knowing. He sat up abruptly, tilting his head back in pleasure as you wrapped your arms tightly around his back. The light sensation of your touch sent him over the edge, and he released himself with deep, resonant groans, eyes squeezed shut as the feeling consumed him.

“Mmm, make yourself come on me, baby. I want to feel you using it as lube,” he instructed, panting as he moved to wrap his arms around your back, guiding your movements on his still-hardened length.

One thing you always noticed was that despite his high-trained stamina allowing him to go for endless rounds when he was on top, the moment you took control, it was as if his body couldn’t handle the intensity of the pleasure. It made him release quickly yet remain at his peak, ready for more. When you asked him why, he’d simply say, “That’s how attracted I am to you. You make me want to go for round after round.”

He lusted deeply after you, both when you were with him and when he could release the pent-up sexual frustration you sparked. It was the result of teasing voice messages where you’d moan his name and beg him to make you feel good. Even when alone, he found himself watching fan-made videos of your chest moving or replaying secret moments from nights spent in public places where you tried to stay silent as he thrust into you.

You were the idol that many men craved, even some of his friends, which made him both possessive and proud. The mutual desire between you quickly escalated from casual encounters to a full-fledged friends-with-benefits situation. It was a fitting label, though it never extended beyond the walls of the rooms or buildings where you met. The secrecy only heightened the thrill, making every moment that much more intoxicating.

Riding him in his apartment felt even more thrilling knowing that there were people who could potentially see or hear the sounds of his moans and the way your body surrendered to the pleasure he gave you.

The thought of being risky, even in the most mundane places, made you drip down his length, coating him as your core burned with the need for release. Your brows knitted together, eyes glazing over with pleasure as you bounced harder, driven by the rhythm of your racing heartbeat.

You couldn’t stop, couldn’t keep your gaze on him, and he loved that—wanted it, craved to see you unravel under his dark, intense stare. It was the same lowered gaze he had when he was serious or angry, and it always drove you to the edge, pushing you into a blissful orgasm. Your body moved on its own, continuing until it was completely satisfied with him buried deep inside, lost in a zone of euphoria.

As the rhythmic convulsions of your core squeezed and released around him, Jungkook groaned and hissed from the mix of pleasure and a touch of pain as you tightened around him. Watching you come undone on top of him, hips moving in slow, languid circles, drove him wild. His hands found your nipples, rubbing them in circles, knowing it would send waves of pleasure shooting down your body as he watched you consumed in ecstasy.

“Keep it up, baby. Your body feels too good, and I’m gonna use you how I want, making you cum until you can’t take it anymore,” he grunted, gripping your back and shifting you beneath him as he moved into missionary.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, he let out a growl of frustration and desire before you spread your legs wider for him, fully exposed and ready. He thrusts into you with an urgent need, pounding into you while you are still in the throes of that blissed-out, high state. The feeling was overwhelming, intense, like a rush that made the world spin, but it wasn’t anything other than him—just Jungkook, taking you deeper into that intoxicating pleasure.

As he thrusts, his voice low and steady says “That’s it, just like that… you’re so good for me.”The thrusts were deep but slow, each movement deliberate and controlled. He pushed inside with a steady force, every inch filling you, but it was the rhythm that drove the sensation. He’d pull back, almost completely, only to slide back in, slow and full, making sure each thrust hit the deepest part of you. The pace was measured, heavy, and purposeful, allowing the intense sensation to build gradually. His body moved with almost agonizing slowness, savoring each moment before he filled your cunt with warm oozing cum.

Pulling out, he placed a kiss on your chest and reached for the rag he placed prior to the bed to clean you up a bit, before helping escort you to take a shower with him. After all, you both were still close and were still a gentleman at heart.

A week later, jungkook was Jungkook sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a cold bottle of Kloud, the rich, dark beer perfectly complementing the night’s relaxed yet lively atmosphere. He and some of his friends decided to get drinks in the middle of the night a few days before award season would begin in less than a few days.

Slightly stressed, but enjoying the night with a few people at a table he admitted the amber hue of the liquid glistening under the soft overhead lights as he tipped the bottle back, taking a long, deliberate sip. The slightly bitter, malty flavor settled on his tongue as he leaned casually against the counter, his eyes flicking between the conversations of his friends beside him.

The faint hum of music and low chatter filled the space, but he remained calm and composed, occasionally smirking at a joke or nodding in agreement. The way he held the beer, with confidence and ease, mirrored his grounded energy, even as the night buzzed around them.

“maybe somewhere towards the back” a familar voice, came closer.

Jungkook was mid-conversation, his voice steady and composed, when he suddenly heard it—the distinct tone of your voice cutting through the ambient noise of the bar. It was unmistakable, a sound that made his chest tighten and his face heat up. His reaction was immediate, a subtle flush creeping up his neck, but thankfully, the lively chatter around him gave him the perfect excuse to play it off.

He tilted his head slightly, pretending to adjust his seat, but his ears stayed tuned to you. And then it happened—your eyes locked with his. In that split second, it was like the world around him dulled, the electricity of your gaze grounding him and making his pulse race. His breath hitched, and he quickly glanced away, masking the flush creeping up his neck with a casual smirk and a deliberate sip of his beer. His grip on the bottle, however, betrayed him, tightening as if anchoring himself.

Leaning back in his chair, he took another measured sip, forcing his expression to remain neutral. His heart thudded against his ribs, but he played it off effortlessly, as though he hadn’t just felt the room tilt. To anyone watching, he seemed completely composed, but inside, the tension lingered—your presence pulling at him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. After all nobody, not even the clolsesf of people here knew you hooked up once in a while or frequintly and he wanted to keep it that way. He wanted to keep it a secrete.

Playing it off he Tilted his drink slightly in your direction, Jungkook made a subtle point point with the bottom of his beer mug toward your table. “There,” he said under his breath, low enough that only his closest friend could catch it. It was an understated motion, almost unnoticeable, but the seriousness in his tone had his friends following his lead, their glances fleeting compared to the way his lingered. Still, Jungkook turned back quickly, focusing on his beer as if the moment hadn’t unraveled him entirely.

“Isn’t that good timing, don’t you think? Maybe she sensed good-looking guys were here and dragged a few friends along,” one of the 97-liners said, his eyes lazily trailing over your figure. “She’s got that type of body that makes you stop and stare—dangerous curves.”

“Maybe,” Jungkook replied, his tone cool but clipped as he sipped his beer. He didn’t even look their way, trying to keep his reaction locked down. “Then again, didn’t we only come here because someone said it was safer than most places?”

“You’re telling me you didn’t notice those legs when she walked in?” another chimed in, leaning forward with a wolfish grin. His eyes lingered shamelessly on your body, tracing every curve as if undressing you with his gaze. “She’s putting on a show with those hips, man. I swear, the way that dress clings to her? It’s like she wants us to imagine what’s underneath. Bet it’s a fucking masterpiece.”

He leaned back, biting his lip as his gaze dipped lower, voice thick with hunger. “Everything about her screams trouble—the good kind. Those thighs, that ass… fuck, I’d let her ruin me and thank her for it.”

Jungkook’s grip on his glass tightened, his knuckles whitening as he kept his face carefully neutral. “You could try,” he said smoothly, setting his drink down with a subtle but audible thud, “but do you even know how many confessions she’s probably gotten? Are we even talking about the same girl here?”

“Well then,” the first guy interjected with a sly smile, “how about we make it a challenge? Bet and put respect on the man’s name who can get her in bed first. Before the end of the next award show. I’ll put 3 mil on it.” His smirk widened as he added, “She looks like the type to put up a fight, but I wouldn’t mind breaking her in.”

The crude remark made Jungkook’s jaw clench. He leaned back in his chair, masking his rising anger. “20 mil,” he said flatly, his voice a low challenge that silenced the table. His eyes flicked to the speaker, daring him to take it further.

“Oh, 20 mil?” one of them scoffed, leaning back with an amused look. “You sure you’re not overestimating yourself here, man? She doesn’t seem like the type to just give it up so easily.”

He glanced over at you again, eyes lingering on the way your dress barely clung to your body, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “But I get it… she’s got that innocent look, like she’s just waiting to be taken. You know, the kind of girl who might act all shy at first, but when she’s alone with you? She’s a fucking firestorm.”

He leaned in closer, voice dropping lower. “She’s probably the type who’ll beg for it—wanting you to take control, needing it like air. She wouldn’t last long, though. I bet once you’ve got her where you want her, she’ll ride you till she can’t move, totally at your mercy, just how you like it.”

He chuckled, watching Jungkook carefully. “But hey, I could be wrong… maybe you can’t pull that off. In which case, I’ll be happy to take my winnings and her home myself.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched into a faint, humorless smirk, but inside, his blood was boiling. The idea of them imagining your body, let alone thinking they had a chance with you, made his possessiveness surge. They didn’t know the things he did—how your body reacted to his touch, the sounds you made when he pushed you past your limits, the way you looked at him when you fell apart.

But he didn’t speak, just took another long sip of his drink, letting their words wash over him as he planned his exit. Their laughter rang in his ears, but his thoughts were consumed by one simple truth: They can talk all they want, but she’s already mine.

M.list. This was a requested plot

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[chryblossomjjk]

one thing about bts is they were never embarrassed about having a large female fan base and that’s a part of the reason why they are where they are tbh

[bangtan-bish]

YANDERE! BTS Reaction: They kill you by accident

⚠️ WARNING: Read the title, there will be mentions of blood, violence, death, murder-suicide, and other disturbing topics. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics above, DO NOT READ THIS! I will write more tame scenarios and fics in the future. Thank you for reading, love ya! ⚠️

|| MAKNAE LINE ||

P A R K J I M I N

"I told you to stay away from him, you know he's no good!" He yelled, grabbing you by your left wrist. The anger flared up in his eyes when you tried to pull away from his grasp. "Jimin, I'm sorry, please stop!" You cried, trying to reason with him, get him to calm down and snap out of it. But you made it so much worse when you pulled away though, and you realized much too late. Blinded by rage, Jimin wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. The terror in your eyes satisfying some sick and twisted part of his soul, the part that dictated whether you lived or not. You choked out pleas of for him to stop through the asphyxiation and

CRACK!

The light faded out of your eyes almost instantly and you stopped struggling. Your neck was craned at inhuman angle, Jimin realizes and drops you. "{___} this isn't funny, I get I overreacted, okay?" Jimin looked down at your limp, lifeless body still not registering that you are gone. "Get up!" He yelled grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, no response. The panic began to set in, "Please! Please, get up! Say something I'm begging you, I'll let you leave, just speak to me!" the room was still deathly silent, full of only his heavy, ragged breaths.

He had just killed you.

He could have sworn he felt his breath catch in his chest at the thought, felt his heart stop beating. He couldn't, no wouldn't, do this without you. You were everything to him, how could he have done this to you? To himself? He didn't even realize that the tears had started to pour from his eyes, streaming out in a steady pace that matched the apologies coming from his mouth. Continously, endlessly apologizing. 'It's not going to bring them back to us,' the voice in his head chimed in. It was right. He destroyed you with his own hands.

Atonement.

That's what he needed to do. It didn't matter anymore he just wanted your forgiveness, to see you one last time. Even if the consequences meant watching you from the deepest, darkest pits of hell. 'We deserve that...' the voice spoke up again. He had just extinguished the brightest light in the world, the sun didn't even compare to you. He deserved that all and so, so much more.

He knew what he had to do, he walked up into what used to be your shared bedroom and kneeled down in front of the closet. He opened it, reaching towards the very back of it and feeling around. He felt something cold and metallic touch the back of his hand. He slid it out and opened it. For moment he hesitated, second guessing whether this is was really happening. But he shooed the feeling away, quieting the noise in his head. He felt the coldness against him, he knew what was coming, but he had to do it.

"I'm so sorry, darling..."

BANG!

K I M T A E H Y U N G

Taehyung was usually very gentle and playful with you or anyone for that matter, but when angry, he became instantaneously violent. That was the case right now. He paced around the room, the anxiety pumping steadily through his veins then he turns to you. "I thought I taught you better than this, hmm?" He stopped in the center of the room, "Answer me, brat!" He spat walking towards you aggressively, you flinch but the hit ever comes. For the first few seconds you're scared to move because surely, that's when he'll slap you, punch you, anything. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see my family. My sister's birthday is today." You see his jaw tighten as you watched him through the veil of your fingers. He grabs your hair and you scream so loud you're sure you've woken the neighborhood. "Taehyung, please!" You beg, he just look at you coldly and you swear you'd just seen your life flash before your eyes at the look he gives you.

Next thing you know, he's slamming your head against the bulletproof glass of his living room. You don't even have time to scream for help or ask for his forgiveness because the air is knocked out of your lungs at the force. All you can do is cry. He keeps slamming your head against the glass while screaming at you, telling you that you will never leave and you will never escape. The feeling and the sound of your skull cracking open sickens you to your stomach and you feel cold.

CRUNCH!

It takes him a while to realize you're gone. He stands over body demanding that you get up, that is until he catches a glimpse of your blood and brain-matter smeared all over his window. He feels his guts twist at the sight of the sickening mixture running down and staining the floors. Usually, he was never squeamish or sensitive to the sight of blood, he killed many of your friends; it was different this time though. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Wake up please, please don't leave me here alone..." there was no response. He kept shaking you shoulders for over 45 minutes, hoping you'll awaken sometime soon. You never do though.

The reality hits him hard. He cries for days and days on end until he can't shed tears anymore. And then after that, he screams until his voice won't come out. He doesn't eat nor sleep nor watch TV nor read. He just stays there holding your body, though the entire house now reeks of your death. He feels himself grow weaker and weaker by the day, but he doesn't care. All his strength and power left the moment he'd killed you. He only had the strength to hold your corpse and that's the only thing he'd have the strength to do for the rest of eternity, that's all the strength he needed. Then, finally, one week later...his body goes cold too.

J E O N J U N G K O O K

Jungkook stood over you, a dangerous look lacing the usual expressionlessness of his eyes. You never intended for him to get upset, never intended for him to even catch you. Yet here you were. You'd tried to be as sneaky as you could possibly manage. But, you weren't sneaky enough, he caught talking on the phone with your best friend. It wasn't the fact that you were talking on the phone though, it the best friend part of the story. She didn't like him, often finding ways to contact you and show up in your life to try and "rescue" you from him. It made him sick. He was lenient when it came to family members, but wasn't that enough for you? Obviously not because you just betrayed his trust.

He snatches your phone straight from your hands and throws it across the room. It hits the wall hard and falls down on the floor. You back away from him before rising from the couch, "Jungkook..." the way his name falls from your lips is panicky. "I thought that you and I had an agreement, sweetheart," He says, his voice is low and it sends a sharp fear down your spine. "I-" he raises his hands, signaling you to be quiet. "I can't believe you. I trusted that you wouldn't dare speak with that slut again." the venom that laces his words makes you feel like you should run. But don't you just stand and watch as he grows angrier and angrier with you.

"We had agreement! Wasn't that enough for you?"

He suddenly lashes out and sends a nearby vase flying towards you, it barely misses you by an inch. It hits the wall not far behind you, shattering against the wall. "It's not fair, you get to talk to whoever you want!" You gestured towards him angrily l, tired of him treating you like his child. "Why is that? It's not like my bestfriend is romantically involved with me or interested in me in that way! She has a boyfriend who actually loves her!" You shout at him. You have no clue where this suddenly powerful sense of courage has come from, but you use it to your advantage. Jungkook seems just as shocked as you are about your sudden outburst. You turn around and walk out of the room angrily, planning to ignore him for the next few days.

As you're making your way down the stairs, Jungkook follows swiftly behind you. Once he catches up with you, he pushes you and you tumble down the stair. This wouldn't be the first time he's done this. But this time, you actually get hurt and hit your head hard on the steps. You finally stop falling when you reach the bottom and Jungkook is met with the look of extreme horror frozen on your face. He knows you're dead almost instantly, but he wants so badly to deny it.

"{___}?"

"I'm sorry, forgive me. I wasn't deserving of someone like you." He sighed, the sorrow starting build up slowly up inside of him, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He loves you, at least, that's the lie he told himself over and over again. You don't kill people you love, dumbass.

The next few days are hellish for him. It's too quiet and cold without you around. He laid your body inside of the master bedroom of his house, and he's slept in the guest room instead. He feels terrible about what he did. He wants to make up to you somehow, pay the price but nothing came to mind until now. That's how he found himself here, he felt nothing as he stood there, looking at you one last time. He kicked out the chair from his feet.

"Forgive me..."

THUD!

[queenrose13111]

Anyone looking for a new rp partner? I’m 25 so I would prefer someone 21+. I can do OCxOc or I have a plethora of fandoms that I could write in. I list a few below. I typically write MxM but I don’t mind branching out or doubling. Shoot me a dm if you’re interested.

1.) ACOTAR

2.) Supernatural

3.) Bridgerton

4.) Harry Potter

5.) Kpop (many different groups just ask)

6.) dramas (I again have a long list.)

Not my art, credit to the person that made it. They’re very talented!!

[pynkgothicka]

Ｈｙｐｎｏｔｉｃ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis - You go out to rockstar Agust D’s performance. But he gets one look at you and is hooked instantly.

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Rockstar! Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, drug induced sex, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping

Authors Note - As you can tell I'm writing for all the members lol, also sorry your mom sucks

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was so cool.

Agust D was performing right in front of you, the front row to his concert being the best view you could ever ask for. He was so passionate in his craft and you were entranced. All his songs showed the time and effort going into them and the fact that he loved performing them. Even if it was such a small venue and audience.

Hell you had to beg to even be allowed to go and you couldn't even be more happier if you tried.

Then he made eye contact with you. You could feel your breathing stop as he smiled and winked before continuing back to performing. God you could nearly faint.

The entire rest of the night you were filled with butterflies, Agust D noticed you of all people. Or maybe it was something he did with any girl he saw, and you were just blowing it out of proportion. Whatever it meant it didn't matter, you were going to ride that high all the way to the end.

By the time the concert ended and you could finally leave without being bombarded by a mass of people leaving at once you reached inside of your small crossbody bag to grab you phone. That was until you were interrupted by a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump.

You turned around to see a buff security guy with a clipboard in hand. “Ma'am, your wanted backstage.”

“Did I do something wrong!? I'm so sorry if I di-”

“None of the sort, actually Mister Agust wants to see you and I'm here to escort you there.” You darted your eyes all around before looking back up at the man.

“Is this like a prank?” You finally ask raising a brow.

“Nope. But I will say that we don't usually do this and to be honest this is my first time even seeing him request someone to be brought to him, so no. This is very much real.”

“Holy Shit! Do I just like- oh God!” You began to freak out fanning yourself with your hands as the guard laughed and smiled at you.

“It's okay ma'am follow me.”

🎸

And you did all the way until you reached a room with a shiny metal plate with the engravings Agust D dead in the center. The guy knocked for you a low hum being heard from the other side in response. “Hey, it's the girl you wanted to see. Do you want her now?”

“That's a dumb ass question, of course I do.”

That was him.

It was really him

The guard nodded at you and left leaving you to actually open the door. You hesitated the door handle wiggling in your grasp, and you took a deep breath before walking through the door.

He sat there in all his glory, on his couch messing with a guitar. Agust D… His orange hair fell, covering his eyes. The same ones that stared at you right now.

You found your hand going up to your hair and nervously played with it as he made his way over to you. It was a bad nervous tick you had and you couldn't stop it. “I love your music, so much Mr Agust D!” You finally pushed out all in a single rush of confidence.

“Call me Yoongi baby,” He got up from his position and put the guitar on it's stand before making his way over to you. He eyed you up and down, stopping whenever he stood right in front of you, his eyes looking into your own. You could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “God your even prettier up close.”

“You think I'm pretty?” You began freaking out again looking everywhere but him.

“Of course, you never heard that before?” He snickered out, still working on tuning his guitar. The way his hands moved, had you in a daze.

“No actually, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. “Come sit.” You moved to where you sat all the way to the other side of the couch making sure you didn't interfere with what he was doing. “I'm pretty sure your familiar with the fact that this is my last America show before I head back home right?”

“Yes of course!” You basically blurted out. You groaned before placing your head in your hands letting out a small sorry. Yoongi laughed, and you swore it was like bells chiming, the sound making your body heat up even more than it already was.

“And well I was going to leave as soon as possible cause y’know I wanna go home n shit. But, then I saw you tonight.”

“Me?” You added surprised, still not believing the situation you were in right now.

“Yup, you. With that pretty little lacey top. Anyways here I am thinking wow I really want to get to know this girl better, but I can't do that if I leave. And I decided, how about I just hang with you tonight?”

Yoongi was now looking directly at you. But if only he could see the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now. You had to get home and call your mom to pick you up, orrr you could spend your night with your idol and just get a ride with him later on.

God you were going to regret this.

“I would love too! Was that too loud?”

“No, not at all. It was adorable. Come on let's get the fuck out of here.”

🎸

Yoongi was so different from his persona.

He had taken you to a quiet late night dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and more just to make you happy. This was drastically different from who he presented himself as on stage. But you loved the duality in it all. The entire time he would tell you about all his travels and what he's working on. And you listened to everything he said, his life being much more exciting than your own.

“Shit I've been talking about myself this entire time, I'm so sorry about that beautiful. Tell me about you.” Yoongi leaned back taking a sip of the coke he got for himself.

“Well um, I'm taking a gap year right now before I switch majors, so I'm working to make a little money for myself.” You spun your straw around in the milkshake be practically ordered for you. He said you deserved something sweet in your life, and that it was his treat. Honestly it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. “I'm staying with my mom until I get things straightened out with buying my own space. And that's really it honestly.”

“So no like real friends or anything?” Yoongi asked sitting back up to lean on the counter.

“Nope.”

“Well take it from me, you deserve more in life.” Yoongi placed down his drink. “No one really deserves to be alone like that.”

You looked away giving a small smile. “Thank you Yoongi. You know I never expected to be hanging out with you tonight. Your world is so different than mine. I usually have just sit at home and done nothing. So I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for taking me out.

“It was no problem, I enjoy hanging out with you. Plus it's just a bonus your cute.”

“Pshh stop it, there's so many other choices.” You downplayed his attraction to you, he shouldn't try to even say things like that.

“Yeah but I choose you. And there's no changing that.” He took out a sharpie and took your arm, slowly beginning to write. When he was done you saw he had written his number down your arm. You smiled at him and he gave a even wider one back, showing his gums. “It's pretty late, let me get you home. Plus I got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

🎸

Sneaking into your house was harder than you thought for as soon as you stepped into the door your mom was in the kitchen, with the lights on eyeing you like a hawk.

“How did you get home?” She questioned bluntly.

“A friend got me, the traffic was horrible."

“Don't lie to me. Your friends are all home and no where near here. So. Let me ask you again. How did you get home?”

“I walked.”

“At this time of night?! Do you know what the fuck could've happened. You could've gotten hurt, I could've lost you.” She lamented. Her hands slammed into the table in frustration. Yet you just kept quiet and refused to look at her. “Oh now you got that dumbass look on yo face like you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

That's all you had to say. It's all you could muster to say. Then you turned around start heading to your room down the hall. All while she kept yelling at you for god knows what. You refused to let her see you cry, she can't have that power over you.

🎸

The next few weeks of your life couldn't be more perfect. You spent every waking minute talking to Yoongi. He'd constantly show you what he'd been working on and his friends back in Korea.

He even called you every night.

“Baby I want to get you over here immediately.” He'd said one night while you got ready for bed.

“Yoongiii you know I can't do that. My mom won't even allow me to go on a vacation in America on my own.” This was a frequent topic of conversation for the two of you. He had wanted you over with him so bad. The thing is that the two of you aren't even a thing yet. For all you know, your just friends.

“Well I miss you, and I don't have another break in another week or or so.” Yoongi groaned out. “A week is pretty long to me atleast.”

“Oh you can wait a week. Then you can come visit and we can hang out again.” You hoped he didn't put that much thought into your dismissiveness.

“Fine, only because it's you.”

“I'm going to have to like beg my mom to let me out the house again on my own.” You say looking behind you. The door was closed, which meant she probably wouldn't barge in your room and hear what you were saying.

“Aren't you a grown woman? Why does she care what you, as a grown woman now, does?” Yoongi did have a point. You were 19, and honestly you wouldn't say that's a reasonable age to refered to as a grown woman. But still he had a point.

“I mean yeah, I just don't want to severe that connection to her.”

“Yeah but she walks all over you, I just want you to be alright that's all. You know I care about you.”

That could've made you faint with how hard you were swooning. You made a mhmm noise before going silent, maybe you could put some thought into cutting off that tie with your mom.

🎸

As you were getting ready for bed about a week or two later a knock resounded at your window. You walked over and opened the blinds seeing Yoongi. In his iconic leather jacket and black pants. You jumped back, you weren't expecting that at all. You opened the window allowing him to crawl in. “Wow your room is more cozy that I'd expect. Anyways get some clothes on, I got a room somewhere and we're going out.”

“But my mom!?” You whisper yelled.

“Fuck her! I came all this way for you. That means your important to me. Which also means that god damnit we're hanging out tonight!”

“I can't say no to do that I guess.” You slipped on a jacket and a pair of boots. “But we can't go out the front door, Jesus I haven't snuck out since like ever.”

“That was never my plan, we're going out the window.” Yoongi hopped out reaching his hand out to take yours, pulling you out. Your hands held the glass and you slid it down the furthest it would go. That was until you were interrupted by Yoongi pulling you to a motorbike. “I rented it out just for you, I have way more at home. I also just wanted to scare you a bit.”

“Ahh. I'm so scared. Let's go before she looks out the window.”

“Fine fine, hop on.”

🎸

You'd been in his hotel room for quiet a bit by now, just chilling with your idol. It was strange, this was a scenario you could only dream about. Yet it was now your reality, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to him on the couch.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Yoongi moved to where his lips brushed over your ears. You nodded. “I've wanted you so bad ever since I saw you during my set baby.” The way he let the word baby run off his tongue. Your panties instantly got damp. “Would you let me have you?”

“I umm. I haven't done that type of stuff before. I'm still a virgin- Plus I don't want to just be a one night stand thing…”

”Oh so that's the issue… shhhh don't worry, I’m not going to leave you high and dry, haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a rock star? Sleep with me?” Yoongis hand trailed down your chin his smile growing on his face. His thumb pushed down on your bottom lip.

You nodded shyly, watching Yoongi lean in, connecting both of your lips together. You hummed into the kiss, melting instantly. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist pulling you in even closer, both of your bodies heating the room instantly. He pulled away going to latch himself onto your neck, leaving a dark purple mark as he pulled away. “Take off everything, I want to see you.” Yoongi whispered huskily leaning back into the couch. You worked on taking off your clothes standing up to get everything off. Yoongi picked up one of his half burnt blunt and took a deep breath in, smoke billowing out of his mouth. Earlier he'd had this big smoke fest and you could've swore you were contact high at some point.

At this point you were fully naked and were just watching Yoongi slowly take off his shirt and jeans, only leaving himself in a pair of Calvin Kelin boxers, showing his dick imprint. He raised his hand motioning you over, and you did, almost in a trance as he took another hit groaning into the blunt itself. He grabbed your hand pulling you down on the couch and kissed you, pushing smoke into your mouth. You choked and gagged on the secondhand smoke, the experience burning your throat raw. You jerked away coughing harshly, yet Yoongi smirked at you setting the blunt on a ashtray nearby.

“Fuck that hurt huh? I'm sorry baby…” Yoongi said half dazed. “Pull off my boxers baby, I need to feel you.” You stopped heaving to go for Yoongis boxers, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Your knees bruised on impact making you hiss, your fingers hooking onto the band and you slowly pulled them down. His tip was flushed red and pre leaked down his length. Yoongi looked back down at you, hand reaching out to let your head. “Suck it baby.”

“I-I’ve never done this before…”

“That's alright, I can teach you. Wouldn't you like that?”

“Mmm…”

“Kiss the tip.” You reached up and kissed the head of his cock slowly. Yoongi hissed and moaned out his grip on your hair tightened. “Like that, just like that…” The whole experience felt weird, this isn't something that you usually do, your mom for starters wouldn't like this. Yet here you were in front of your dream man and you couldn't feel anything but a harsh distinction from your normal self. Yoongi pulled your hair snapping you out the mindless set of kisses you gave him. “Hey, Hey not to much, now lick the underside, then take it into your mouth.”

“Yoongi, I don't know about this… My mom doesn't even know that I'm out right now.” Yoongis hands went to your cheeks lifting your head up and bringing his down.

“You want this don't you. Don't you want me?”

“I'm just saying-”

“Don't question this, don't question what's destiny baby.” Yoongi let you go grabbing the blunt again. He took a deep puff and blew it on the top of your head, afterwards leaning down and planting a small kiss to the top of your head. Your hands trembled as you took him by the base of his length and licked the underside of his cock. Yoongi groaned and you kept going licking up pre and swirling your tongue around his head. You took a break and came for air. Then you began to take him down your throat. You instantly gagged but Yoongi held your head down, and began to fuck your face feverishly.

You began to beat on his thighs, looking down and seeing bruises beginning to form. But he just kept groaning and fucking your face. “I'm about to cum! I'm gonna fill that fucking face.” And he did, cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off your mouth having a weird cloud like feeling to it. The slime coated your tongue and you tried to scrape the feeling with your teeth. But Yoongi gave you no time to recuperate as he pulls you up by your underarms. He sat you next to him on the couch. His hand sat on your thigh and he leaned over to sit his head on your thighs. Moving your thighs and moved your body to be fully on the couch. He pulled your thighs apart and kissed on them feverishly.

“If I got to cum you gotta cum too baby… I want you to be just as happy as me. Plus I just love eating pussy.” He then dug his face in-between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your bud. You gasped out and bit down on your forearm, trying to keep quiet. But Yoongi looked up and grabbed at you, pulling the arm away. “Make all the noise you want, show me how good I make you feel.” He got back to work and groaned into your cunt. You could feel his tongue prod at your hole, beginning to tongue fuck you. His hands came to rub at your bud pushing you close to your release.

“Yoongi! I'm… I'm gonna-”

“Do it, do it for me.” Yoongi ordered sitting up to look deep into your eyes, his hand pressing down on your mound. You followed close in release, cumming all over his hand. Yoongi brought his hand to his mouth licking at your juices. “Fuck that tastes good.” Yoongi leaned down kissing you again and you looked past his head and saw the clock. It was damn near 2 in the morning. Your mom would definitely realize that you were gone but now.

“I have to get home, probably already knows I snuck out.” By reaching for your phone and looking at all the missed calls and texts from your mother.

Mom: Where are you honey?

Mom: Are you somewhere the house?

Mom: I know you snuck out, you left a damn crack in that window.

Mom: Pick up. The phone.

Mom: I'm not in the mood to play with you.

You freaked out even more slipping on your bra and dropping your phone. “I even smell like sex! I'm-” Tears welled up in your eyes. “She's going to kill me! I don't want to- want to-” You could barely finish your sentence.

“You don't have to go.”

“What… what are you even-”

“You can stay with me, think about it. Free of worries. Hanging with a Rock Star… Don't you want that? You've been wanting that. You told me, you want freedom.” Yoongi only slipped on his boxers and a robe he has strewn out in the room. He made his way over to your worried form. His hands massaged at your shoulders, head falling onto your shoulder. “I have everything ready, I just need your say so.”

He kissed your cheek and and his hands felt at your hips. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

“Really… baby I love you so much all I want is to live with you. Breathe in you. I want you so bad I want to die with you.” Yoongi whispered into your ear. “All that time you spent talking to me I've only fallen further and further in love with you.” He smiled continuing to kiss at your neck.

“I… I guess.”

“Then stop worrying baby, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you.” Yoongi smiled at you popping off your bra once more. He reached around and gave you his jacket, motioning for you to get back on the couch. In which you did, the stress immediately coming off your back.

Maybe all you had to do was let him take the wheel for once.

🎸

At the airport you stood with Yoongi waiting for his private flight. He kept you close, hand around your waist every once and a while kissing the top of your head.

Yoongi couldn't be more happier. This was such a blissful peace. But his phone rang in his pocket disrupting that peace. “Yes?”

“It's been done boss, no trace of her or her mother.”

“Both are gone, never to be traced again?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks knew I could trust you guys.” Yoongi hung up tending back to you.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nothing you gotta worry that sweet little head about. Now come on we're going to be late for our flight.”

[lovecoree]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍— 𝐉𝐉𝐊

pairing: ex bf!Jungkook x black fem!reader

Synopsis ★: what you and jungkook had was toxic, but he keeps coming back for more.

warning: kissing, hickeys, seven mv! Jungkook (cause why not), (Reader is in the talking stage with a guy), reader uses she/her prns, let me know if there’s more.

“Coming.” You quickly got up from your couch, a smile gracing your face as you opened your apartment door. It only took you to see the sleeve tattoos and all black attire to know that it wasn’t the man you were hoping to arrive thirty minutes ago. Jeon jungkook, a handsome man aka your clingy toxic ex.

Jungkook watched with a raised eyebrow seeing your smile fade away and turn into a more confused and annoying look. “Why are you here?” You asked bluntly. “Nice to meet you too.” The grin you wanted to wipe away plastered his face as he barged into your apartment, not caring if you protest.

Simply taking off his shoes and looking around the familiar area he used to stay over. “You decorated more.” Jungkook hummed taking in the main color theme of pink and white, jungkook’s clothing basically being the only odd color in the place.

Shutting the door you watched his back as you waited for him to turn and look at you, which he did looking you up and down slowly. “Why are you here jungkook.” You asked once again, hoping it will be the last time repeating your question. Jungkook shrugged making his way to the comfy couch. “I missed you.” He said stating the obvious.

It was half true, he also wanted to see if it was true or not that you were seeing another guy after seeing your instagram story. Let’s just say jungkook made a fake page to see what you were doing now and then after you blocked him. “Jungkook, when are you going to move on?” The frustration was evident in your tone, trying to figure out if he’s making it hard to avoid him or you honestly wished he moved on.

Jungkook played with his lip ring out of habit whenever he’s in his own world, big doe eyes in a daze as he man spread even more. His grin finally coming back onto his face as he looked at you after thinking. “I don’t want to.” Easy for him to say. Monday through Friday you encountered him, it’s Saturday morning which means you’ll be seeing him Sunday as well. Can’t get rid of him easily.

You walked closer to jungkook putting a hand on your hip as you sized him up and down. Can’t lie, the man looked so fine right now it was hard to focus. “You’re being clingy, I’m pretty sure you have another girl waiting for you.” You said with a tight lip smile only causing jungkook to laugh.

“You’re right I do, but I don’t want her I want you.” He said with a pout. Jungkook leaned up a little to reach out for you, grabbing your hand and easily pulling you on top off him causing you to straddle his lap. “Jungkook!” Looking at him with wide eyes, you try to get off his lap, but he just held your waist tighter to stop all movements. He bit his lip as he took in your outfit.

You wore a nice baby pink raspberry petit fours wrap top set with a gold heart necklace that surprisingly jungkook gifted you on your birthday. Y’all aren’t together anymore, but that doesn’t mean you should stop wearing the pretty jewelry he bought you.

“You look nice, going to meet with someone.” His hands slowly rubbed up and down your waist teasingly as he looked at you. “Yes infact I am.” You didn’t want to tell him that your date probably— most likely stood you up, for some reason you don’t even know. The hours you spent to look pretty was suddenly feeling like it was going to waste.

“Hmm really? I thought you got all pretty for me.” The nice smell of vanilla radiating from you made jungkook almost let out a groan wanting nothing more than to take you on this couch right now. “Not everything is about you jungkook.” I said tilting my head.

Jungkook pulled your body even closer. “Admit it, you miss me.” His voice was husky and stern. One thing jungkook wasn’t, was stupid. He can see right through your facade that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Forget the whole toxic stuff, he still was crazy in love with you.

You didn’t want to feed into jungkook’s ego, you were too stubborn, but the way he held you and looked at you with the sexiest look he could pull off was driving you crazy. You didn’t understand how such a toxic man can make you feel this type of way, only jungkook can that’s for sure. Jungkook loved everything about you, it was just his actions that fucked things up for you both.

You looked at his lips seeing him play with his lip ring waiting for a response. “Any day now pretty.” He said calmly knowing the affect he has on you, grinning seeing you focused on his lips. “If I say I do, would you leave me alone?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow before laughing. “Mmm, I’ll see what I can do.” He said tilting his head.

“I miss you..a lot jungkook.”

“A lot huh?” He teased causing you to roll your eyes. He pulled you closer towards his body, face close together as his lips grazed yours. “Can I show you how much I missed you?” His voice was in a mere whisper yet husky, playing with the hem of your dress. Your body reacted before your mind can as you shook your head yes. That’s all it took for him to kiss you deeply, letting out a groan from missing your lips on his.

The kiss was passionate and rough, nothing but pure love mixed in with pleasure. Your friends would’ve called you crazy for doing this, but honestly you could care less when it comes to jungkook making your body feel loved.

The kisses he trailed down your neck turned into sucking your neck leaving hickeys as his gripped tightened on your waist. “You know I’m better than him in every way possible.” Jungkook muttered into your neck as your hands tangled into his curly mullet.

He was right, he was better than him. Your date definitely couldn’t compare and you were sure of it when he made the decision to not show up for y’all date, a text would’ve been fine to let you know he wouldn’t make it, but instead he went ghost. Sad.

Jungkook looked at the hickeys he made on my neck, loving the art work he did. “You’re addicting, you know that?” He said, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you to your room.

“What we have is toxic jungkook.” You whined out letting him place you on my bed, towering over your body as he got between your legs, looking into your eyes and already taking off his shirt revealing his muscular body and sleeve tattoo.

“I call it devotion pretty.”

[ravenempress101]

I just want to get FUCKED in missionary by CHOI SAN…… that is all

[lucialauruce]

Warnings: Fake friends/H•rd©ore sex/Age gap/ squirting/ maybe stalking..?

Currently imagining about Namjoon in an age of 30 as your neighbor while you're still 19 and your friends dared you to flirt with him and sleep with him within 24 hours so you accepted it as a challenge because you have a high ego that you can do it.

You go all with it, not wasting any time. You cooked, baked and even visits at his front door welcoming him as a warm friendly neighbor and pretending that you wanna see his garden behind his house because "you are" into gardening (even though you don't even know "how to do" gardening). You talked with him, telling him any gibberish you have, pretending that you like his garden and how he take care of it, but you didn't know even from the start he already knows what you want from him by just looking at your eyes and letting you talk in lies but he just laughed it off and let you be with him. You know to yourself that what you're doing can lead you to danger right? But who cares, you only live once? (You always think like that)

Not until midnight comes, you finally get into his pants, making out with your oldy handsome neighbor until both of you got inside his bedroom without pulling both off your lips off as you suddenly felt something strange but you just ignored it, thinking that it was "just" ruining the moment you're having right now. But then you heard a sound of a chain and then suddenly he tores off your clothes like a mad man and put you in all fours and tied you up with chains. Finally you have a time to look a round as you got your eyes widening and you realize you're so much in trouble. You saw your pictures on his wall in different angles and letters beside it as you turn in to your side, you saw a different types of chains and blindfolds as well as toys that who the fuck knows who and where he uses it. (you're not into hardcore sex because you know how painful and træumatic it is, but now you gotta deal with it because you have no other fucking choice. You're tide up in chains, on the bed in an awkward position as you heard the man chuckle behind you.

"I've been waiting for you for fucking knows how long, thank shits your friends brought you to me" That's when the puzzles sink into your brain. They fucking trick you so they can laugh their ass off for how dumb you are. They must know something you don't...

The night was silent but not inside the room you're currently in. You were crying mess, wanting to hold something for your dear life as you felt your back paining for shits know how long you've been in this position as the man on your back keep fucking you from behind without even stopping for a sec. That's when you realize you are really fucking doomed.

YOU KEEP moaning as you felt his cock hit your cervix every time he thrust as the man enjoys his view below him, seeing his cock disappearing in your hole, coating him around and you keep making a mess on his bed. You squirted 3 fucking times already as you felt another orgasm struck on you.

"Fuck...please..s-slow d-down" you cried and plead but this man don't think of even stopping. He thrust even more faster as you felt his bed could brake anytime.

He suddenly grab you neck, pulled you up into his chest as he holds your leg up, holding it in his arms as he fasten his thrust making you choke your own saliva.

"You want this y/n? Yeah? I'll shall give it to you hon" Fuck that voice. It'll just wanna make you cum more.

You moaned even louder as you felt another orgasm coming through you "s-stop.... p-please..cumming..." You whimper as you couldn't hold it anymore, you squirted hard on his bed as you cried off your sensitivity.

You groan as you felt him pulled out and push you on his bed harshly. You kept twitching under him but he just felt satisfied from what he just did.

You heard him mumbled breathlessly "I'm still not done to you sweetheart"

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Guess no one can save you now....

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That is a full blown blast, I'm kinda dizzy while writing this... anyways Thankyou for reading!

[savannahrose223]

Warnings

Her psychopath  is a dark, taboo, horror romance novella with tropes and themes that are not for everyone. This book is intended to be consumed by mature readers who want their heroes unapologetically stabby and their heroines just as twisted as their love interests.

The tropes, triggers, and kinks in this book are such as stated below:

1. Sexually explicit scenes

2. Decapitation

3. Self-harm

4. Accidental castration

5. Intentional castration

6. Sex without a condom

7. Mention of suicide prevention

8. Mention of rape

9. Mentions of murder

10. Mention of child abuse & child sexual assault

11. Child sexual assault

12. Blood play

13. Knife play

14. Daddy kink

15. Pseudonecrophilia

16. Death play

17. Body modification

18. Blood painting

19. Mask kink

20. Age gap

21. Bullying

22. Mention of adoption

23. Virgin main characters

24. Step-siblings

25. Stalking

27. A hero who watches the heroine as she sleeps

28. Threats of sexual assault

29. Attempted sexual assault

30. Gun violence

31. Physical assault

32. Slapping

33. Bondage

34. Starvation

35. Mention of underage drinking

This is book is the novella version.

If u think u are being stalked call the cops because apparently this shit only look cool in fictions in reality u r gonna piss your pants !!!Enjoy the story if you wish to continue.

Your mental health matters.

[liora-vespera]

CHAPTER (1) - Ethernal Echoes

Genre:

Dark Romance, Rebirth, Revenge, Mystery, Drama

Warnings:

Not much for now, but the age gap between the leads is 13 years.

Present Next->

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The grand estate stood like a fortress in the heart of London, its towering iron gates opening to reveal a sprawling mansion draped in modern elegance and old-world charm. Marble columns lined the entrance, leading to massive oak doors that seemed to bow in reverence as they parted for the man who owned it all.

He stepped into the foyer, his presence commanding the room before he even spoke. Dressed in a tailored three-piece suit, each thread meticulously crafted by a renowned designer, he exuded an air of unapproachable power. His sharp features were perfectly illuminated under the chandelier’s glow, a cold, calculating gaze resting beneath perfectly groomed brows.

A line of maids and butlers stood at attention, each awaiting his unspoken command. One stepped forward with his coat, while another knelt to slide Italian leather shoes onto his feet. He didn’t spare them a glance—these were just parts of the machine that kept his empire running smoothly.

The man was a fortress of arrogance, his every move deliberate, his silence louder than any words. Wealth wasn’t just a possession; it was an extension of him, palpable in every marble surface, every hand-woven rug.

The only human connection in his life was his mother, a refined woman who shared his bloodline and the cold detachment they both mastered so well. He needed no siblings, no friends—he thrived in solitude, driven by ambition and shielded by an unyielding exterior.

Here was a man who didn’t just walk into a room; he conquered it, leaving behind an aura so cold it could freeze even the bravest soul.

His name is Kim Taehyung.

One of the tycoons of the business world was in his early 30s. He was about to leave through the mansion door with his secretary carrying his some of the belongings. "Taehyung, don't forget about the engagement party." His mom shouted from a bit afar so hummed and took his leave.

Mrs. Kim sighed, looking at her son's disappearing figure. Taehyung lost his father when he was 21 and took their family business in his hands, which made him to be like the person he is today. The engagement party isn't for someone else but for him. He never wanted to get married, but after convincing him for years, he finally agreed after he got to know about his mom's medical condition as she got a panick attack frequently. And the marriage was fully arranged by his mom.

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The soft hum of a sewing machine filled the small boutique, accompanied by the occasional sound of pencil strokes on paper. Y/N Min sat cross-legged on the floor, her sketchpad balanced on her knees. Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled with excitement as she added the final touches to a delicate lace gown design.

“Beomgyu, look at this!” she chirped, holding up the sketch for her best friend to see. Her bubbly energy was contagious, and even the faintest trace of tiredness in the room seemed to vanish.

Beomgyu, sprawled lazily on the couch, raised an eyebrow and dramatically adjusted his glasses. “Hmm, let’s see,” he said, leaning in as if inspecting a priceless artifact. “Wow, Y/N, this is... ridiculously good. How do you do this? Do you secretly have four arms or something?”

Y/N giggled, gently swatting his arm. “Don’t be silly, Gyu! I just love designing, that’s all.”

Beomgyu grinned, his quirky charm on full display. “Well, with my impeccable marketing skills and your designs, we’ll conquer the fashion world in no time. ‘Min & Choi: Revolutionizing Fashion, One Dress at a Time!’” He threw his arms in the air for dramatic effect.

Y/N laughed, her cheeks puffing slightly as she smiled. “That sounds so grand. Let’s just focus on getting more customers for now.”

Before Beomgyu could respond, the bell above the boutique’s door jingled, and in walked Y/N’s friend. Beomgyu froze mid-stretch, his eyes widening. His usually confident demeanor crumbled as he awkwardly stood, clearing his throat. “Oh, uh, hey! Nice to see you again,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N’s friend smirked, unfazed. “Morning, Beomgyu. Practicing your stand-up routine again?”

Y/N tilted her head, oblivious to the tension, and said, “You two should totally hang out more! You’d make such a funny duo.”

Beomgyu’s face turned bright red, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah, maybe,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Y/N returned to her sketchpad, blissfully unaware of Beomgyu’s inner turmoil, while her friend flashed him an amused grin. Beomgyu sank back onto the couch, muttering under his breath, “This is torture...”

Y/N glanced up, her eyes full of innocence. “Did you say something, Gyu?”

“Nothing!” Beomgyu replied quickly, shooting her a lopsided grin. “Just admiring how oblivious you are.”

Y/N's mobile rang all of sudden, taking her attention from beomgyu and her friend sofie. She answered the call and hung it after talking for some time. Beomgyu, with curiosity, asked, " Who is that ?". "Oh, it's dad. He wanted me to accompany him to an engagement party as mom has work. So i have to leave now. Make sure to close the boutique after giving the orders to the other two customers. And Sofie, just drop me at my home." She said everything in a hurry while packing her things Cause her dad told her the party is on 4 O' clock, and it's already 3.15. Sofie sighed, annoying as she thought she could spend some time with her crush beomgy. "When are you going to learn driving Y/N?" Sofie asked, frustrated while following Y/N through the exit.

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Y/N entered the grand mansion with her dad. She just got to know that her dad worked for this person as his personal lawyer and had won a lot of cases for his company and projects. She was observing everyone and their dresses as they all seemed rich and more fashionable. "Why do they all dressed up like this is a fashion show, dad?" Y/n asked as she just wore a simple mesh gown and a little makeup. "They just like to show off, darling." He replied with a little chuckle.

Soon, the function started with the host announcement. But Y/N wasn't paying attention to the couple who are on the stage but to the food and the grand decorations. And as she was scanning the place, her eyes met with that one person on the stage.

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The sound of clinking glasses and soft chatter filled the air as Taehyung stood on the stage beside his fiancée, Selena. The room was filled with an air of celebration, the soft light of chandeliers casting a glow over the guests as they applauded the newly engaged couple. Taehyung smiled, his hand firmly holding Selina’s as they exchanged rings, their faces glowing with the artificial joy of the occasion.

But as the applause died down, something shifted in him. His eyes, which had been focused on Selena, slowly drifted across the room. He couldn’t explain why, but he was drawn to a figure standing at the back, near the edge of the crowd. She stood alone, her gaze fixed somewhere distant. There was an emptiness in the way she stood, as if something was missing, just as Taehyung himself had felt for years, despite the wealth, the status, and his soon to be wife by his side.

For a brief moment, their eyes locked, and Taehyung felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt—a surge of emotion that he couldn’t place. Her eyes were filled with confusion, and yet, there was something else, something familiar, as though they had shared a moment in time long ago, a moment he couldn’t remember but felt deep within him.

He didn’t know her, not by name or face. Yet, that brief connection between their gazes felt like an unspoken promise, a memory from a past he couldn’t recall. It was as though his heart recognized her long before his mind did.

As his gaze held hers, a strange pain tugged at his chest, deep and raw. The sensation was foreign yet oddly comforting, like finding something you had lost but could never fully grasp. His breath caught in his throat as the realization dawned: something about her felt like a part of his soul, lost but waiting to be found.

The moment stretched on, an eternity trapped in the silence of that shared gaze. But just as quickly as the connection had come, the figure before him seemed to falter. She swayed, her hand shooting out to grasp the nearest surface to steady herself. Her face twisted in a brief flash of pain before she collapsed to the ground.

"Y/N!" Taehyung’s voice broke free before he could stop himself, but the name felt foreign on his tongue. Why had he said that? He didn’t know her name—couldn’t know her name. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, but he felt an undeniable pull toward her, something urgent, something primal.

People rushed to her side, but Taehyung remained frozen. His fiancée, Selena, noticed his stillness and turned toward him, her voice laced with concern. "Taehyung, what’s wrong? There's people who could take care of her. We should just leave the stage. Come.."

But Taehyung’s eyes were locked on the woman’s still form. He didn’t move, unable to tear his gaze away from her. Something about her—something about this moment—felt like it had been written long ago, a story of lost memories and forgotten promises.

In the midst of the chaos, Taehyung could hear nothing but the loud thudding of his own heart. He didn’t know this woman, but why did it feel like he should? Why did the sight of her crumpled on the floor feel like an unspeakable loss? His mind scrambled for answers, but they remained elusive, slipping through his fingers like sand.

As Selena gently pulled at his arm, urging him to leave, Taehyung shook his head, his thoughts a chaotic mess. "Who is she?" he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. The question lingered in the air, unanswered, as the woman was carried away, her figure disappearing into the shadows.

Taehyung’s chest tightened. The feeling of loss remained, gnawing at him like a distant echo from a past he couldn’t remember. He didn’t know her, and yet, everything about that brief moment with her felt like a truth he couldn’t escape. Something had happened between them once, something he was not yet ready to face, but the connection between them could not be denied.

In that moment, Taehyung realized that the life he had built, the life that seemed so perfect on the surface, was not his own. There was something—or someone—missing. And it was as if fate had brought him to this moment to remind him of the connection he had forgotten, the love he had lost.

To be continued...

[fluffypotatey]

You heard macaque moving on, you heard wukong moving on, now both moving on and in trying to be friends have double dates. I'm sure it will go perfectly well and everyone will behave normally

they're dates end up giving them the respective "listen, you're a sweet guy, but....."

they're both left at the curb while their dates walk away (maybe decide to exchange numbers bc the double date was an experience and only the two of them understand) and are still confused

[bangtan-bish]

YANDERE! BTS Reaction: They kill you by accident

⚠️WARNING: Once again, gays, gals, and non-binary pals, read the title. There will be mentions of murder-suicide, abuse, and violence as well as other mature and disturbing themes. So if you happen to squeamish, don't read this fiction pleases! Happy reading! And love ya!! HAPPY DELATED VALENTINE'S DAY!!❤❤❤

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K I M S E O K J I N

"Why would you do that?!" you screamed at him loudly, crying over the corpse of your friend. "She tried to warn me about you," you choked out through the steady stream of hot tears. Jin just stood over you, covered in her blood. The sight made you want to smack that smug grin right off his face, and before you knew he was trying desperately to appease you. "Sweetheart, she's not your friend, okay? I'm the only person who truly cares about your safety and wellbeing, not her." He cooed, caressing your cheek gently. "Leave me alone, bastard." He frowns at your words, then, he starts smiling again like he never heard what you said.

He grabbed hold of your face, pulling you closer to him, "You will respect me, got it?" you pull away. This time, his smile falls and doesn't come back again. Before, you were always so easy to tame, always respectful and polite, the thought of even associating that filthy word with him never even crossed your mind. She changed that though, didn't she. The thought of your "friend" daring to taint your innocence caused him to kick her corpse from your hands. Once again, he grabbed hold of your face, this time the still warm metal of his gun is pressed hard against your lower jaw. You try to snatch away again and without thinking he fires the gun, lodging a bullet into your skull. Your body falls to the floor.

BANG!

"Shit, {___}? {___}, get up...please?"

He hates how weak he sounds, begging for you to get up and talk to him. He wants to scream so bad, but he can't find the strength and the lump in his throat feels too big. He knows you're dead, he just doesn't want to believe that he was the one who did it. He planned on the both of you being with each other forever but he ruined that. Part of him wants to blame you for trying to leave him, but he can't. That's when the ideas hits him like a ton of bricks.

He's going to join you on the other side.

He has to, he doesn't want to live down here on earth if you aren't here. The world was so dull and lifeless to him before, he can't imagine what going back to that would be like. It's painful. He'd much rather be able to see you happy and not be able to get to you than not at all. He presses the gun up against his chin, in the exact same way he'd shot you, slowly he closed his eyes after staring down at your body for a few more minutes.

"I didn't mean it, baby..."

BANG!

M I N Y O O N G I

"I have very simple rules for you, sweetheart. I just don't understand what's so hard about doing what I ask of you." He murmured from above you as you hesitated at the door. His footsteps started to come closer, making your anxiety peak, you knew if he caught you that you'd be in some serious trouble. 'Run, dumbass!' You mentally berated yourself, trying to push your body forward and out of your captor's grasp. Just when you had encouraged yourself enough to run he grabbed hold of you.

"Let go, I don't want to stay here!" You cry out loudly, desperately trying to pull away from him. You looked like a child who's father was trying to take them home from the park, he scoffed. "I'm doing you a favor, okay, I'm keeping you safe. Here, with me." You still tried pulling away, flailing you arm to loosen his grip. The more you moved about, to get away the more annoyed he became, part of you knew that, but you could care less. If you just went with him willing he'd just take you back and punish you cruelly, maybe even lock up you in that stupidly dark basement. Right now, you'd much rather risk him punishing you for fighting back rather than just for escaping.

You fought against him for a solid two minutes before your hope started to deplete before your eyes. Hot tears began streaming down your face and the dark cement of the bridge. The lights of cars passing by catching them and making them light up on your face. "Let's go back, now." Yoongi pulled you up from your knees roughly, and you did the only thing you could think to do, you kicked him. Your foot made impact with his knee, causing him to stumble a bit and lose his footing. He scowled and struck you across the face, you landed flat on your butt. The forces sends you tumbling off the bridge and into the Han River below.

SPLASH!

The instant you hit the water, remorse washes over him. He allows his emotions to get the better of him and control his actions. And it costs you both your life. He always knew that somehow, it would haunt him in a way. He doesn't even hesitate to climb onto the railing, gazing upon the city for the last time. He knew exactly what he had to do. Then, taking in one last deep breath, he lets himself fall I to the water below.

"Please, darling, don't leave me behind..."

SPLASH!

J U N G H O S E O K

"You will obey me, you don't have a choice, baby..." He yelled holding the gun to your mother's skull. Beside her, your father lay dead on the floor as she cried out at his corpse. "Please, leave my family alone, I'm begging you!" Your mother screamed through her sobs. "Shut the hell up! I'm not talking to you." You sat there in terror watching as he pressed the gun against her head harder. "Don't you want this to end, baby? You know that you have the power to make it all go away, just do as I tell you." He sneered.

Your mom shook her head, "Don't listen to him, sweetie. I'm going to be okay," you started to sob harder. He had you trapped, trying to force you to make a decision of risking your life or your parents'. But your father was long dead. If heaven existed, you knew he'd be there for sure. He was a good and caring husband, unlike Hoseok was to you. "I'm talking to you!" He called, snapping you out of your daze. "Make your decision...now." He cocked the hammer to the gun, you felt your breath hitch in your chest. "It's going to be okay, sweetie, don't think of me, please. I need you to stay alive." You felt your heart pang in your chest.

The pain you felt was indescribable and you found yourself unable to think or even speak. And after a few minutes your heard Hoseok suck on his teeth. "Fine, I'm making the decision for you."

BANG! BANG!

"Eomma! No God, please don't leave me, please!" He chuckled from above you. "You would have never made the decision yourself, consider it a favor." You scowl at him. "You stupid son-of-a-bitch!" The sorrow you felt seconds before dissipated at his remark. You lounged forward at him causing the gun in his hand to go flying somewhere in the room. While he was still on the ground you began to punch him in the face over and over again until he knocked you off by smashing a vase against your head.

CRASH!

Your body went limp and fell to the floor. A few minutes later, his adrenaline high was gone it dawned on him what he'd just done. He fought so viciously for you to be with him forever and then ruined that same chance with hands he'd fought for it with.

"{___}, hey, get up..."

His voice sounded hoarse and weak and the eccentric light he usually held in his eyes began to fade already. There was no response at all. He sat there in the silence before he finally urged himself to stand, looking at the mess he'd made all for you. The bright white walls were marred with streaks of blood from the gunshots he fired. Coffee table overturned. He had really raised hell itself, he scanned the room for his lost weapon. And when he finally did he walked towards it. Cocking the hammer for the finally time, he pressed it against the underside of his jaw.

"I hope you'll forgive me for this...I love you."

BANG!

K I M N A M J O O N

Your friend had heard a knock on the door, and desperately you tried to beg her to not to open the door. "It's probably one of my other friends calm down, they said they were coming over." She reasoned, but it didn't calm your nerves. You weren't supposed to be there by Namjoon's rule, hell you weren't supposed to be out at all. You let her convince you to come and hide out at her place until you could find a safer place to stay. The knocking was persistent, becoming more and more frequent by the second, until the door finally gave way.

Namjoon's eyes flared with rage when he saw you there in her house. Your friend quickly stepped between the two of you, sensing your fear flaring up inside of you. "Move." He'd told her, the venom in his voice sending a chill down your spine. You knew you were in for it when the two of you got home. So to at least lessen the blow on your friend you place your hand on her shoulder, "I'm just going to leave, okay? I'll be fine." You flashed her a weak smile, that gave away your unease about leaving with him. But before anymore protest and mind-changing could occur he dragged you out of the apartment by your wrists. "I'm sorry," You mumbled as he took you towards his car.

He opened the door for you as usual, which you didn't expect and you sat down. When he got in, he slammed the car door and started the engine. His silence made you nervous. You'd rather him yell at you than for him to stay silent, because if he was yelling you at least knew where his head was. The drive was suffocating. Neither of you spoke a word, and he was driving faster than usual. The car screeched to a stop in the driveway, and he got out and opened your side of the car. And when you got into the house he treated you like normal.

He opened and closed the door for you locking behind you, he helped you with your coat, took of your shoes and everything. And he did it a gently and with such care, it would've fooled other girls into thinking believing he wasn't mad. You went upstairs and showered and when you came out he told you to sit down.

As soon as you did, he struck your cheek. You had to bite the inside of you cheek to prevent yourself from screaming outloud. This continued and he got more and more violent until you stilled in your seat, falling onto the floor. At first, he believed you to be unconscious but after hours of you just laying there he realized what exactly he'd done. He felt the guilt begin to nag at him. He tried to ignore the feelings, bury them away in hopes that he'd perhaps forget you and your relationship with him. But as the days passed he got more and more irritable without you there. Until, he couldn't bear it anymore and decided life without you wasn't worth living. He took four different bottles of pills and closed his eyes for the last time.

"I love you baby..."

A/N: By request of a reader, the gifs have been removed from both this post and the maknae post. Please respect my decision and the reader's feelings and opinions, thank you!

[seoul-bros]

RM on IG on 22/04 and 31/03

[mrs-monaghan]

Be fr he sucked and bit the ice-cream THE EXACT SAME WAY he did before Jimin came near the car. The only difference is eye contact. Well someone is talking to you and obviously you'll make an eye contact. You all will make anything sexual by adding captions and slowzoom to videos

Stuck up, offended anon is talking about this post.

Fine, party pooper. Let's look at the original that has no slow mo and no zooming. JK nom noms the first time quickly and starts chewing. But when he sees Jimin, he lingers or rather prolongs the biting process. Which makes it look like he's sucking on the ice cream

JK has always been a biter.

Now let's go back to the moment at hand. For science.

JK did what he did on purpose. And he did what he did as soon as Jimin showed up. That's because JK sucks Jimin's d!ck. And he was teasing him about it. Admit it, don't admit it, that's not my problem