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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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im in LOVE w your yandere ddlg fics… can i request one w namjoon? 🫣🫣 i feel like he fits the ddlg concept so well ugh

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pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship au ||

summary: if namjoon’s life were a book, he thinks the day his eyes set on you, it had been the start of a fairytale. where he is the prince, and you, his princess.

word count: 5.5k

tags/ warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff, buff bf namjoon, reader is definitely an ipad baby, she’s also very very spoiled, and very very shy, ddlg themes, non-sexual dom joon, descriptions of murder, a few references to literature, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), dom! namjoon, sub! reader, he’s girthy, size kink, cockwarming, belly bulge, dick riding, female masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of praise, and she’s a bit of a pillow princess, aftercare

notes: i agree!! he fits this concept so well!! and thank you for reading my other works babes! and here i present my last post of 2022! if there are mistakes, no there aren’t you didn’t see anything

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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You were Namjoon’s fairytale dream. A distressed princess locked in the wicked witch’s tower— that was this corrupt world that the two of you lived in.

Him, your knight in shining armour, sweeping you off your feet and dressing you in pretty dresses and jewels just like a true princess.

Truthfully Namjoon liked the classics better, words articulated like poetry and feelings forever carved into paper with ink. Little pieces of each author weaved into each book they’d ever written, secrets between pages and fantasies hidden behind flowery words. Hours upon hours of knowledge stacked up in Namjoon��s mind, useless little things that no one had ever cared to ask him about.

Perhaps romance novels were his guilty pleasure. That sickly feeling you get, reading about two people so in love that you have to sit back and realise that your own life is nothing more than a slow burn. Where truly, you’re the side character that is left and forgotten, watching the people around you— the main cast of the story, fall in love and find their god-awful happiness that you can only dream of.

You see, Namjoon had learnt how patience was a virtue. He’d waited year and years for that love story, for the perfect, pure, unadulterated adoration for another human, like in all those romance novels.

Countless flings and unexplainable anger from all the women who had shattered his heart over and over again had led him to you. Had steered him towards the right path. Perhaps like the yellow brick road, him being Dorothy and you, Emerald City. His final destination.

You’d always been awfully shy. Something Namjoon completely adored about you. Something he knew you were a little insecure about; among other things.

His remedy to your doubt, fucking you until all you knew was his and your names. Fucked so dumb you could only cry, clinging onto him like he weren’t the wolf and you weren’t little red, pure white dove chomped and chewed in his jaws like Carol Ann Duffey had described— you locked in his claws as he ripped away at tattered old clothing.

Past relationships had ended on bad terms for you, similar to himself, because it seemed no one had ever taken the time to read into you properly. Hadn’t taken the time to map out your story on paper and analyze you; the perfect specimen, the apple of his eye, a goddess among humans and his pretty little princess.

So soft and so pretty. Something a little sick, twisted, in his mind that he’d been able to lock you away in a cage like a bird, delicate little wings snapped in two where escape was impossible; thoughts of a life without him nothing more than a breathy whisper in the wind.

“Which one do you want today, sweetheart?” Namjoon’s arm laces around your shoulder, tugging you closer into his side. Your Mary Janes tapping gently against the tile floor.

You peer into the display case, fingers tightly clasped around the sleeve of his hoodie; an anchor for your fraying feelings, anxiety creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t rush you, simply raising an eyebrow at the worker behind the counter who gets angsty at your thoughtful pondering. Line of customers slowly building behind the two of you; and Namjoon can hear a few impatient mutters.

“Strawberry, please” you fall back into his side, weight solely dependent on Namjoon holding you up.

Your boyfriend turns his attention back towards the barista, fingers carding through your hair.

“One americano, a hot chocolate and one of the strawberry cakes, thank you” he turns his attention back to you; watching as you rock and forth on your heels.

“Why don’t you go and pick a table out for us, darling?”

You hum, fingers tugging at his sleeve mindlessly once more before you’re scampering towards a table by the window.

Namjoon feels his cock twitch in his pants as you bend over the table slightly, collecting the discarded straw wrappers that had been left on the table; and he watches your skirt raise a little up your thighs, supple skin taunting him.

He doesn’t bother with whatever the barista tells him, pushing his card across the counter as he watches you; legs bouncing anxiously as you grip the hem of your shirt, finally taking a seat.

He waves at you as he waits at the end of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee thick in the air and Namjoon worries about the impeding headache you’re sure to have.

“Here you go, pretty” he places the tray in the middle of the table, tutting when you go to grab your mug of hot chocolate. You simply fall back into your chair, eyes trained on Namjoon’s hand as he places your drink before you.

“Thank you” you smile up at him as he pulls out the chair beside you.

“You’re welcome” he coos, dragging your chair closer to his own, his neck craning to kiss your temple.

Your smile is shy though your attention is quickly snatched by his fingers that dig around the pocket of his hoodie.

He pushes his phone to your side of the table, hand laying heavy on the back of your neck as you pick it up.

“I’m gonna get a new high score” you tell your boyfriend, turning to give him a determined smile as your tap tap tile game loads.

“Yeah?” he asks, eye smile so pretty you get lost looking at him for a moment. Only snapping out of your own little reverie when he blows on your hot chocolate. “Drink up” he reminds you.

You nod, delicate fingers picking your mug up by the handle, and you watch as Namjoon brings his own coffee to his lips for a taste.

“Good?”

You nod, “Good”

Namjoon’s thumb continues to brush over the back of your neck as you hunch over the table, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you load up one of the songs of your game.

Your mouth falls open when Namjoon’s fingers dig into the back of your hair, tugging your head back.

He watches as your lips close around the forkful of cake he feeds you, endeared smile on his face as a little bit of the cream clings to the corners of your lips. You don’t seem to take much notice as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.

Your lips part after swallowing, tongue peeking out to lick at the pad of Namjoon’s thumb before he’s slipping it into your mouth.

“Yummy?” he asks, and you fall back into your chair— game suddenly long forgotten as Namjoon’s thumb lays heavy on your tongue.

You nod, fingers itching for the fork. Your boyfriend simply tuts, “Let me do that for you” his thumb slips out of your mouth, soon replaced with another large forkful of strawberries and cream.

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Namjoon’s attention is quickly snatched from his laptop when he hears a gentle knock on the door of his home office.

You always seemed to count a few seconds before you opened the door, always mindful that he was often busy; even if he’d made it clear that he was never too busy for you.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he closes his laptop, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re not in bed” you whisper, still lingering in the doorway. Frilly-socked feet shuffling anxiously against the carpet.

Namjoon thinks you look like a dream, eyes heavy with lingering sleep, thin strap of your silk nightdress slipping off your shoulder as you curl in on yourself. Always ever so shy, even after years together.

He’d taken his time pampering you that evening. An hour spent in the bath where’d he’d lathered your body in thick suds of soap, sweet smelling like roses that had sat in the summer sun all afternoon, skin warm like petals that had basked in the golden rays of light. Silent promises of a love that will last forever, until he takes his last breath, until the world ceases to exist and his love can longer be— traced under light fingertips that knew your body better than you ever would.

You squirmed as he’d rubbed lotion into every inch of skin your body had to offer— body his temple, your soul his goddess that he worshiped like you were his only purpose in life. Each breath he took, every step he’d continue to take, everything for you.

You’d laid spread across his lap as he’d worked any knots out of your back before dressing you up pretty for bed. Flimsy silk nightdress tickling your skin, brushing against bare thighs, where Namjoon’s hands had the freedom to roam your body until you’d been giggling at him to stop.

His favorite pastime, brushing your hair before bed; his hands those of Rumplestiltskin, each strand treated like intricately created golden thread, gentle as he tugs each knot until perfect.

He’d been there when you’d fallen asleep, bones jelly after he’d fingered you to an orgasm and mind nothing more than cotton candy softness as you’d tugged your precious little bunny to your chest. A gift he’d given you your first date together; and although you claimed you never had favorites , it was always his bunny that remained in your arms as you slept.

And truly he thought tonight he would finish up the last of the project he’d been given, the rest of the week yours; his time cupped in your hands to use however you pleased. The smile you were sure to give him each day after work, worth the pain of a single one nighter.

“I have some work to finish up, why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll be there in a little while” he tilts his head, gentle smile toying at the corners of his lips.

Your lips mould into a pout, “No” you shake your head, voice pulling out a little whiny “You have to come with me, Joonie. Right now”

“But I’m busy, darling” he coos, rolling his chair away from his desk. Legs falling open and he wonders how long it’ll take you to crawl into his lap.

He watches you thrown yourself to the floor, falling to your knees with a dull thump, and he worries they’ll bruise. You don’t seem to care, too pre-occupied with the start of your bubbling tantrum to care about any future injuries; you’ll be sure to milk all of your boyfriend’s sympathy when you he patches you up later. Crying until he’s kissing it all better, and maybe he’ll buy you a gift for being so brave.

He’d seen you scrolling through a few shops online earlier in the day before dinner, rosy-red blush painting your cheeks at a few items you’d hopefully saved.

You hiccup, stuffed bunny clung to your chest as you shake your head. “No, no” you sniffle, “You have to come now” your legs kick a little underneath you.

It was no secret that Namjoon liked to spoil you. Truthfully, he didn’t see the issue— what else was he supposed to do when housing a little princess? If you wanted something then who was he to say no?

Especially when you looked up at him through wet lashes, tears clinging to your cheeks like freshly fallen rain would the petal of a flower.

“Don’t cry” he frowns, heart clenching at the utter distraught on your face; cheeks glazed in saline tears and eyes watery, another miserable cry ready to slip past your lips. “Come here, my precious little baby”

The sob you let out is pitiful, bunny’s fluffy little paw held so tight in your hand as you push yourself to stand. Floppy ears soaking up your tears as you wipe your cheeks.

Namjoon’s hand’s curl under your thighs as you push yourself into his lap, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh dolly” he croons, “You’ve been fussy all day, haven’t you? What’s wrong?”

Your arms wrap around his neck, face tucked tightly into his shoulder as you choke on another sob. Bunny tucked between your chests.

His thumb is gentle as it brushes over the top of your thighs.

“Tell me what happened” he rests his cheek against the top of your head, mean little smile pulling at his cheeks as your sobs fizzle to little hiccups.

“Work” you whisper, fingers threading into his hair, tugging rhythmically as you mouth at his neck.

“What happened at work?”

You whine, pushing your body flush against Namjoon’s. His hands wander, grabbing your ass as you rock forwards; bare pussy brushing over his pyjama pants.

“There’s a— there’s a new guy” your hips falter and Namjoon holds in a groan as your weight settles right over his cock.

Namjoon hums, “What about him?”

“He—“ a breathy moan drips off your tongue as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“He what, darling? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he murmurs, fingers mean as he tugs your face away from his neck by the back of your hair.

Your mouth falls open, and Namjoon watches your eyes glaze over, though this time it’s not tears; and he wonders if you can see how ruined you look in the reflection of his glasses.

“Tell me” your thighs clenching at his tone.

You whimper, “He said a bad word, can’t say it”

Namjoon’s head tips backwards, “Go ahead and say it, baby. I won’t get mad”

“Promise?”

He smiles, endeared “Promise”

“He asked me on a date” your fingers grasp onto the neckline of his shirt, and your boyfriend hums, “I said no, because I have a boyfriend”

“And?”

He watches as your bottom lip quivers, breath hitching in your throat. “Said you didn’t need to know, could be a quick fuck in the back room”

Namjoon’s jaw ticks, “What’s his name?” his fingers skim over your jaw, your hips jutting forward. “Name, darling”

“Jimin” you breathe, “Told Nana, and she said she’d talk to him”

“Yeah?” Namjoon hums, “I’ll sort him out, okay?”

“Okay” you nod.

“Well done for telling me, darling” he smiles, an attempt to ease any lingering anxiety you had. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate work when you enjoyed it so much.

Your hips rut forwards, Namjoon pulling your nightdress up around your hips, watching as your bare cunt drags over his slowly hardening cock.

You lean forwards, lips brushing over Namjoon’s jaw as his hands guide your hips. You moan as the head of his cock brushes over your clit.

“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon’s breathing is heavy, one of his arms tucking under your thighs as he hoists you further up his chest, his free hand tugging his pants down.

Your hand travels between your bodies, tips of your fingers brushing over Namjoon’s slit, precum oozing out the tip as your hand runs down his length.

“Up you get” he helps you, head of his cock running through your slit as you roll your hips forwards.

You bite down on your bottom lip, watery whines bubbling up your throat with each nudge of your boyfriend’s cock running over your clit. Arousal seeps past your folds down Namjoon’s length.

You hold his cock against your cunt, Namjoon’s fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t seem to care all that much as your hips roll forward.

“Inside Joonie” you whine, tongue laving over the skin of his neck.

Namjoon takes a hold of the base of his cock, and you use his shoulders as leverage, chair wobbling under your joint weight as you line up his cockhead with your hole.

Your fingers run through your folds, wetness soaking your fingers as you circle your clit gently, Namjoon helping you as the tip of his cock brushes over your hole. And you let out an involuntary whine as the stimulation.

Your arms wrap around Namjoon’s neck, head of his cock splitting you open as you ease yourself down an inch before you’re pulling off slowly.

“Your pretty little pussy is so small” Namjoon groans. Flared cockhead pulling your pussy taught as you try and ease down lower.

You breath gets stuck in your throat, Namjoon’s fingers gently thumbing at your clit as you clench around his length. Slowly starting to stuff each agonizing inch into your cunt.

You whine as you reach the hilt, hips rutting forward messily. You moan at the lick of please that wracks through your body with each slow drag of Namjoon’s thick cock against your walls.

Namjoon pulls your face away from hiding by the back of your neck, tugging you until your lips mould into one, tongue pushed into your mouth, fresh minty toothpaste coating his tastebuds.

You start to bounce in his lap, childish impatience starting to take over as you chase after an orgasm. Always a little greedy when it came to your own pleasure, using Namjoon to get yourself off before you ever allow him to chase his own release.

“That’s it” he moans, unabashed in his arousal.

Namjoon uses his legs as an anchor, holding the two of you in place, ensuring the chair doesn’t tip over as the back of your thighs slap against the top of his own.

You moan as his thumb continues to brush over your clit, a ring of your arousal gathered at the base of his cock with each jittery raise of your hips.

“Doing so well for me” Namjoon groans, “Always such a good girl, yeah?”

“Mhmm” you nod, bunny tumbling to the floor. Long forgotten as you feel the precipice of your pleasure slowly boiling away in your stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?”

Your thighs shake at that, deep groan of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as you continue to ride Namjoon like it were the last time.

“Go on, cum for me”

Namjoon’s hands find themselves perched under your ass, aiding you as your legs start to grow tired. Muscles in his arms bulging as he drags you up and down his length.

“So small, could use you as my own little fleshlight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groans, mirth swimming in his eyes.

Meanly, Namjoon pinches your clit and that’s all it takes for searing hot pleasure to wash over your body, thighs shaking at your release.

You hiccup another sob at the burning arousal as Namjoon continues to ram his cock back up inside you, thick rivulets of your slick coating his balls as he chases his own release.

“Too much” you cry, hands wrapping around his wrists as his fingers dig into your hips.

“I’m close, hold on for me” Namjoon’s head tips back.

Namjoon can feel your pussy as it pulsates around his length; you let out something akin to a squeak as you feel his cock twitch.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan as his warm cum paints your insides white.

You raise up on shaky legs, tip of his cock left nestled between your walls before you’re falling back down on his length; cum pushed deep inside of you.

“Oh my baby” he coos, fingers gentle as they brush through your hair, “Sleepy?”

You nod, words fizzling out on your tongue as you yawn.

Your cunt continues to clench around his cock, even as you fall asleep on his chest.

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The bell above the door is obnoxious in announcing Namjoon’s arrival.

‘Pages of Love’ the little bookshop you worked at.

He would have gotten you to quit the shitty little job by now if it didn’t hold such significance in your relationship. He’d first met you here, had dates here, and it made you so happy that Namjoon couldn’t bare to see the sad pout that would be sure to form if he ever suggested you left this place behind.

“Namjoon” the old woman behind the counter smiles, waving him over. “I’m sure you’re aware but it’s y/n’s day off”

“Actually, Nana, I’m here for something else” he smiles, expression saddened and the old woman frowns.

“Anything” she nods.

“It’s about Jimin. He doesn’t happen to be working today, does he?”

“He’s on break right now.” She tuts, “Is this about what he said to y/n. I’ve already warned him about it”

“She came home upset” he shakes his head and Nana sighs.

“Poor girl. She’s lucky to have you, Namjoon”

“Thank you” his smile is genuine, though it drops the moment he steps out the door.

And he waits, waits weeks before he decided what he wants to do with the lowly piece of shit that dared suggest you cheat on him.

Waited weeks as he wrote down every sick little fantasy he had about the ways he’d maul his body. Shredding limbs, gutting him alive. Maybe he’d decapitate him and then send his head to his mother, or chop his filthy dick off and make him watch as he fed it to whatever animal is willing to chew on nearly nothing.

Written fantasies weren’t enough. Namjoon’s fingers always itching, always eager to finally wrap around the boy’s lithe throat and make him beg for mercy until his face is red and pride oozing out of his body with his fear.

“I’m gonna be home late tonight, little one” Namjoon tucks your hair behind your ear, gentle smile rivaling your frown.

“Why?” you ask, blinking up at him through your lashes.

“I have a small job I need to take care of”

“Can I help?”

“Nope” he leans down, soft feathery kiss pressed to you cheek before he’s pulling back, standing at full height.

You look up at him, “You can’t go”

“And why not?” he challenges.

“Because” your defense weak and truly Namjoon wishes he could stay.

“I charged your ipad this morning” and your eyes light up.

“Be quick, okay?” you push yourself up on your tippy toes, hands cupping his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Promise” he smiles, “Now be a good girl, and don’t cause any trouble”

“I won’t” you wave him off.

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Namjoon isn’t exactly sure what he expects to see when he finally gets home, a quick detour to Seokjin’s house to wash off Jimin’s blood and a change of clothes taking longer than he’d anticipated when his friend had insisted on making them both tea.

He can’t help the groan that bubbles up his throat at the sight of you. Skirt flipped up with three fingers, knuckle deep inside your pretty little pussy as you play a colour by number game on your ipad.

“Fucking hell, darling” he kicks his shoes off, jacket long forgotten on the floor as he crouches down in front of you.

You pull your slick covered fingers out of your cunt, gently circling your clit as you blink down at him.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?”

“I got bored” you whine, legs falling open wider and Namjoon takes that as his invitation to run his thumb through your slit.

His hands hold your thighs in place as he leans down to press a kiss over your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips to lick over the bundle of nerves.

You hips stutter as his tongue drags across your folds, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt at the unexpected nudge of his tongue against you hole.

Your fingers tangle into your boyfriend’s hair as he sucks over your clit, fingers teasing your entrance before he’s pushing two fingers inside of you.

“How pretty” he coos, accompanied by a wet squelch. “The prettiest little pussy, it’s a wonder how you fit anything inside of you”

You squirm, finger stuffed into your mouth as you try and hold back an embarrassed moan.

“Not little” you whine, hips chasing Namjoon’s fingers each time he pulls out.

“Oh, but you are” your thighs twitch as his warm breath brushes over your sensitive clit, hours of mindless toying with your cunt bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.

Namjoon kisses over your mound, kisses over your clit, and then kisses over his fingers as they curl up inside of you.

He can’t help the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the guttural moan you let out when he finds that particular spot inside of you.

“Cum for me, darling” his voice breathless, as he starts to scissor his fingers.

All it takes is one mean little nip to your clit and you’re tipping over the edge; legs shaking as they clamp around your boyfriend’s head.

His tongue continues to flick over your clit, fingers nestled deep within your walls as he helps you ride out your high.

“Enough” you whimper, tugging his head away from between your legs.

You squirm at the glossy sheen that covers Namjoon’s chin when he finally pulls away from your pussy.

“Well done” his hands run up and down your trembling thighs, “Think you can take a little more?”

Your eyes flicker down to his cock, heavy in his pants and you nod; tongue wetting your lips.

“My good girl”

Namjoon pulls you to lay across the length of the couch, fingers tugging your blouse over your head as you shuck off your skirt.

You tug messily at the back of your bra, and Namjoon smiles, bending down to help you.

He groans, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he palms himself through his slacks.

“God, you’re so pretty”

Your squeak when he bites the plush skin, trail of kisses searing as he reaches your neck.

Your hands fumble with his pants, waistband pulled taught as your try and slip your fingers into his underwear.

“Always so impatient, aren’t you?” he coos, “here let me help you”

You pout at the loss of warmth, the loss of his large body completely covering your own; hands grabbing for neck when he sits up on his knees.

Your hips rock upwards, silently begging for any sort of stimulation as you watch Namjoon’s cock spring free, slapping against his stomach.

Your pussy gushes another wave of slick at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, his hands always had been big; swallowing the girth of his cock when your fingers barely wrapped around it.

You can feel the phantom ache in your jaw, countless times he’d shoved his dick into your mouth, splitting it open like he would your cunt with absolutely no mercy.

“You’re staring” though there’s no embarrassment in his tone, eyebrow lifted cocky and lazy smile tugging at your lips.

“Inside, please” you whine, legs falling open enough for him to slot in place.

“Of course, sweetheart”

Your legs tremble in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as he runs the head through the slit; slicking up his length before he’s pushing at your entrance.

“You sure you can fit me?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, retort on the tip of your tongue only he chooses that moment to nudge the tip of his cock over your clit.

“Joonie” you complain, “please, need you”

And Namjoon watches, lets you, grab onto his length, watching as you rut your hips down until he’s popping inside of you.

Your walls constrict around him, and he’s absolutely fascinated by how such a small pussy is even able to stretch around him.

“Good girl” and he can’t help the moan that follows.

He’s barely thrusting, gentle roll of his hips feeding each inch of his cock into your wet cunt.

You moan like he was ramming into you, always so sensitive, always so responsive to his touch.

“Feel good?” he asks when he finally bottoms out, thighs connected and heartbeats in sync. It’s moments like these Namjoon revels being alive, being one with you. Truly the closest you’ll ever be to one another; and he thinks he finally feels complete when lodged between your sodden walls.

“So deep” you whisper, fingers skimming over your stomach.

Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders, bending forwards until you’re almost folded in half.

Your moan is breathless when he gently pulls out, only to snap his hips back into you.

Your hands grasp onto the pillows of the couch as Namjoon picks up his pace, your tits bouncing, and cunt squelching with every brutal thrust into you.

“Fucking hell, you are tiny” Namjoon groans, and you whimper as his hand presses down on your lower stomach.

You dare take a look, hiccup of a moan ripped from your throat as you see it. An outline of his cock right bellow your belly button, head nudging the taught skin with each thrust into you, only for it to disappear as he pulls out.

Your fingers splay over it, cunt convulsing around his length as your feel him move under your skin.

You feel it rising, pussy swollen and worn from your previous orgasm. Namjoon seems to know, he always knows when you’re slowly climbing to the peak of high.

His fingers find clit, tight little circles sending jolts of pure, blissful pleasure through your body, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt to soak his cock.

“Gonna cum for me?” he moans between eat thrust, “Be a good girl and cum for me”

The cry you let out is near pornographic, knees knocking against the side of Namjoon’s head as he continues to flick at your clit. Pleasure numbing that when you finally reach your high, your mind blanks, a blanket of fluff consuming you as Namjoon continues to jackhammer into your used cunt.

“Doing so well for me. So close. I’m so close” he groans, fingers finally pulling off your clit as your thighs continue to shake.

When you come to, Namjoon’s thrusts are a sloppy, thrusts barely coordinated as he ruts into you.

And your breath hitches at the final twitch of his cock, he pushes as far into you as he can before he’s cumming.

Thick waves of cum filling you up. He groans as you clench around him, walls still spasming from your own release. And he gently rocks into you, an attempt to push his cum as deep into your soiled cunt as possible.

“You did so well, darling” he swallows thickly, back of his hand wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead.

You whine as he begins to pull out, mixture of both your releases dribbling out of your hole.

Your thighs twitch when Namjoon parts your lips, hole clenching around nothing as you push another wave of his cum out of your pussy. His fingers scoop it up, circling your entrance before he’s pushing them back between your walls.

“What do you think about a bath?” he hums, watching your eyes fall droopy.

You nod, hands blindly grabbing for your boyfriend to pick you up.

He smiles down at you, arms slipping beneath your body to pick you up as he wanders further into the house.

You wriggle around when he flips the light on, eyes stinging a little at the sudden burst of brightness.

“Alright missy” he sits you on the toilet, and you lean your head against his hip as pee, bones too floppy to even think of holding yourself up.

You remain sat on the toilet as he runs a bath, fussy when he picks you up again though it’s easily soothed with a gentle kiss to your lips.

He thinks you fall asleep as he washes your back, gentle as his soapy hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you squirm at that.

Namjoon is endeared when the two of you finally get out the bath, skin soft and sweet smelling, perfect for kisses. And he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat when you kick your pyjamas away, refusing to put them on yourself when his hands were fully capable.

“Oh my little princess” he kisses both your cheeks, “How about some cake for being such a good girl?”

You see, Namjoon had always been a little bit of a liar. Had told so many lies that truly he didn’t know the what was real and what was not anymore. And if he didn’t know then you never would either.

Every little lie he’d told you from the start, every white lie, every left out detail of his life suddenly seemed insignificant when you were tucked under his chin, sleeping so peacefully, a true sleeping beauty.

And maybe he didn’t really like the classics. Maybe his real love of novels were romances, because he’d always be the prince and you’d always be his princess. A perfect fairytale that would always have a happy ending.

Because if anyone dared scribble out the pages, change his plot, then he would simply erase their existence, and the readers of his life would never know the difference.

You belonged to him. You are his as much as he is yours.

Your life his only reason. Your happiness that little spark of good that still resides inside him. And as long as you come home every day with that same pretty little smile on your face, then Namjoon feels no guilt for the countless people that lay dead, long forgotten by the world as they rest six feet under for daring bring you sadness. Because he’d erased them, with no way to wiggle their way back into the story of his life.

Because what was a prince if he couldn’t take care of a villain that would disturb his perfect fairytale ending?

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nexus (m) part 5

focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader

summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7.5k

warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death

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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway. Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.

“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”

A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.

He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”

“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.

“Taehyung—”

His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.

“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”

His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.

He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.

“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”

Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.

“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.

“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”

Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”

Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.

“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”

A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.

“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”

Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.

“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”

You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.

“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”

“Time”

Fair.

“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”

Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”

He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.

Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

“Did you and my brother…were you together?”

You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.

“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”

Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”

- The night of the murder -

His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.

It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.

He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.

“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.

“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”

His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.

“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”

“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”

You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”

Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.

“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”

Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”

And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.

The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.

Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.

He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.

“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.

You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.

His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.

You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.

“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.

“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.

“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.

Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.

He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”

You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.

“Sure, princess”

“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”

“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”

His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.

Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.

You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.

And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.

Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.

“You really have no shame”

You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.

You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.

“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.

“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”

“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.

He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.

Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”

Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”

How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.

He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.

“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.

Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.

You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.

He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.

He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.

If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.

Fuck.

“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”

“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”

You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.

“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”

He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.

“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”

He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.

“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”

You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.

He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.

He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.

“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.

He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.

All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.

And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.

And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.

Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”

The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.

“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.

“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.

He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.

Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.

“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”

- Present Day -

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.

Guilt seized him.

“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.

You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.

Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.

He reached out for your hand.

The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.

I’m sorry.

I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.

You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.

“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.

Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.

"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”

“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother��s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”

“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”

Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”

You flinched.

“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.

You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?

“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”

A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.

A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.

His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.

"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"

Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."

For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.

Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.

"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.

"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”

Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”

“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”

A disturbed look passed over you.

"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.

"No. I did”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”

Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.

He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.

Lips taking your life away.

You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.

“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.

“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.

Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”

“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”

Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”

“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”

You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”

He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.

Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.

“And I can’t stop.”

Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.

You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.

“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.

Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.

"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"

Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"

You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.

"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"

"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."

"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?

“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”

Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.

A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"

"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.

“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.

“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”

He grabbed your wrist.

“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”

Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.

Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.

Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”

The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.

“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”

Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.

Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”

“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”

“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”

“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”

“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”

Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.

“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”

“You poked the bear, I assume”

“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”

Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.

“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”

He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.

“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”

Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.

His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.

“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”

“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”

Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?

“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”

But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.

He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”

Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.

“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.

“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”

Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.

“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.

He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”

Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.

“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.

He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”

Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.

“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”

You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.

Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.

Because this is so much bigger than him.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”

“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”

Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”

You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”

Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”

You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”

Your mouth went dry.

“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.

Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.

“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?��

“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”

Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.

“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”

“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”

Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”

Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.

“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”

Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?

He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.

“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.

“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.

Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.

“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.

“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.

The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.

“I’m glad”

You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.

“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”

Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.

“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.

Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.

“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”

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a/n: so this was stuck too long in my WIP it might feel a little rushed at the end but I’ve been in a slump for awhile so this is a small win to be able to finished. I hope you like demon Jimin.

Warning: 18+, minors DNI, virgin reader, deception, a little Stockholm Syndrome-ish, death/suicide insinuated (this one’s dark, so please be caution before reading)

Summary: Having an imaginary friend is normal for most kids. What’s not normal is when you don’t outgrow it well in your teens. He’s persistent and possessive but when you meet who you thought was the love of your life, can you really deny your own heart? Even when he’s a demon lord?

Pairing: Park Jimin x you, Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin

Tags: Demon Jimin! Yandere Jimin! Penetrative sex, controlling partner, deception, dom Jimin ofc because obviously this is supposed to be Set Me Free inspired.

Word count: 14k

FIVE

The small hand wrapped around the pencil made the stationery look twice its usual size, gliding over the white paper as the little girl scribbled, forehead creasing in concentration, tongue sticking out.

“What are you drawing?” her mother asked, leaning over to see the purple drawing. It’s a little difficult to make out but she can see two stick figures, one sitting down at a table with pigtails, drawing something, the other hunched down in the corner of the room. The woman pointed to the figure with pigtails. “Is that you, sweetie?”

The little girl nodded, pigtails flying into her face.

“And who’s this?” her mother pointed to the figure in the corner.

Without looking up, the pencil still moving over the paper as she added in more details, she answered, “Jimin.”

“Who’s Jimin? Is he your new friend from kindergarten?”

The girl shook her head.

Her mother frowned, a little confused. “Oh? Is he one of the Kim boys? I forgot their names.”

Again, the girl shook her head. She finally stopped drawing and looked up to her mother, sighing as if annoyed she had to explain this simple thing. “No. Jimin lives in my closet, mummy. He doesn’t go outside.”

Her mother’s blood ran cold, the words stuck in her throat. She watched her daughter go back to drawing, not even realising the way her mother’s heart was going wild. She licked her lips and tried to calm herself. An imaginary friend. That’s all, she thought. “I see. I didn’t know you have a friend in your closet. Is he a little boy?”

The girl sighed. “Of course. He’s my age.” She paused, putting the end tip of the pencil to her lips. “I think.”

The mother breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up and ruffled the little girl’s head. “Okay. Well, make sure you two play nicely, okay? And clean up after you’re done playing. Got it?”

“Okay, mummy,” the girl said, going back to her little art. Just as her mother was about to leave the room, the woman heard the girl continue to talk. “Did you hear that, Minnie? We can’t make any messes, okay? Or I’ll get in trouble.”

The woman smiled bitterly to herself. Being a single mother is hard enough and her daughter having an imaginary friend only further proves how lonely she was. She just hopes the Kim boys will be good friends with her, enough so that she won’t need an imaginary friend anymore. New place, new possibility, right?

Sighing, she disappeared into the kitchen. “Honey, we're leaving in ten minutes. I need you to be ready by then,” she shouted over her shoulder as she prepared the girl’s overnight bag for the Kim’s household.

THIRTEEN

“Give it back, Taehyung! Give it back!”

You chase the laughing boy around the kitchen island, grabbing an apple from the bowl, ready to lug it at his head when Jin appears around the corner and easily plucks the ribbon from Taehyung’s hand. He gestures for the apple instead and you exchange the items; throwing the apple his way as he slides the ribbon across the island. “Thanks,” you say to him as Taehyung sulks. “It’s good to know not all of you are jackasses.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at you before going upstairs to his room, leaving you with the eldest. Munching on the apple, Jin points to the ribbon. “Another award?”

You nod, suddenly shy. “Yeah.”

“Oh, which one?” he asks, intrigues.

“Jimin.”

Jin chuckles. “Don’t you draw anything else?”

“I do,” you snap, the shyness quickly replaced with annoyance. “But the Jimin ones always come out the best. And why is everyone so pressed about what I paint?”

“Because,” Jin says, taking another bite of the apple, “you’re literally drawing a ghost. He doesn’t exist yet he’s so,” he waves his hand around, “vivid. Enough for you to paint him like that. You’re obsessed with him.”

“I’m not obsessed!” you retort. “And he’s not a ghost.”

“Right. Your imaginary friend when you were five,” Jin adds. “That you keep drawing even until today. It is a little weird considering the fact that you’re drawing him the same age as you.”

You shoot him a dirty look. “Aren’t you going to class or something?”

Jin laughs. “I am.” He picks up his bag and slung it over one shoulder. “And this is my house, by the way.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine. I’m leaving anyway.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Jin offers.

“No, thanks. I’ll walk. I don’t want to meet your college friends,” you say, hurrying out the back door before he can protest. You stuff the blue ribbon into your bag and briskly walk up the street to your place.

“You’re angry. Why?”

“I’m not,” you huff out, keeping your eyes up front.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re lying to me.”

At the change of Jimin’s tone of voice, you finally turn around to look at him. His eyes have grown darker, pupils dilating to the point that the whites of his eyes are gone. The stormy look on his face is enough to scare you to admit the truth. “I don’t like it when people talk about you like I’m crazy.”

“Why do you care what others think?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

You don’t answer, looking down at your feet sullenly as you walk.

“And what’s with Jin, huh?” he prods, leaning close to your face. “I told you to keep away from him. I told you to keep away from all of them.”

“They’re nice,” you say lamely. “I don’t know what your problem is with them.”

“They’re always trying to break us apart. I don’t like anyone who tries to break us apart.”

You remain quiet the rest of the way home because arguing with him is futile. He always gets his way, you think, as Jimin places a cold hand on your shoulder, his fingertips sinking into your flesh.

TWENTY

The world is spinning a mile a minute and the arm wrapped around your middle is only making you want to puke even more.

Namjoon slowly places you across the sofa, making sure both your feet are up before he finally fully lets you go; gently, of course. He rushes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and an ibuprofen for when you wake up just as Taehyung emerges from the bathroom with a bucket to place by your side.

You’re murmuring something, your words slurred, making it hard for Taehyung to understand. He puts his ear close to your mouth, listening hard in case you’re telling him something important.

“What’s she saying?” Namjoon asks as he comes back in. He places the glass of water on the coffee table and the painkiller tablet next to it. “Damn, maybe we should’ve gone easy for her first time drinking.”

Taehyung shrugs, motioning for him to stay quiet.

“Jimin,” you mumble through barely opened lips. “Don’t hurt them.”

Taehyung backs away, eyebrows raised all the way up. He turns to his older brother. “She’s calling for Jimin.”

Namjoon’s face clouds over, frowning in concern. “I thought she'd gotten over that phase years ago.”

“Jimin, Jimin,” you call out, your voice growing louder, somewhat distraught. Taehyung and Namjoon exchange glances, unsure of what to do. Just as it suddenly started, you become quiet, breathing evens out as you sleep. Occasionally, your forehead creases over like you’re having a bad dream but the two brothers are just relieved that you’re passed out.

“That was” Namjoon says, “unnerving.”

Taehyung gently pushes back your hair from your face, subtly caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. He thinks Namjoon doesn’t see it but if he did the older one remains quiet. Taehyung stands up. “I’ve texted her mum. She’ll be home soon. Let’s go.”

“You sure we can leave her alone?” Namjoon looks unsure about leaving but he also can’t deny the unsettling feeling creeping down his back, like he’s being watched.

Taehyung hesitates before answering, “She’s sleeping now. Should be fine. Come on.”

In the old leather armchair in the corner of the room, Jimin watches as the two Kim brothers walk out of the house, not missing the way Taehyung looks back at you before closing the door behind him. He had seen the way that boy touched you, had seen the way he had pined over you all these years yet you never listen.

Jimin squats down next to your head, one finger tracing the outline of your face. “I told you to stay away from those boys but you never listen to me,” he whispers, his words piercing straight into your dreams. “And here you are, drunk from your first time drinking. Twentieth birthday and you spent it with them.” You moan, turning your head away. Jimin smiles but there’s no tenderness in his face.

When you open your eyes, the room is pitch black, so dark that even the bed underneath you is invisible. You turn your head, trying to look around but one movement makes you realise that both your wrists are shackled to the bedposts, or what looks like the direction of where the bedposts are supposed to be. The iron chains clang noisily as you pull on them. Immediately, your heart drops.

“Jimin,” you call out, your voice coming out weak. “Jimin, please. Where are you? You know I don’t like being here alone.”

“I know, my sweetness,” comes his voice from within the darkness. He materialises in front of you, standing at the foot of what is supposed to be the bed in his usual all black leather pants and boots. He’s bare from the waist up, his toned body on full display; something that’s never happened before. “It’s amusing that after all this time, you still haven’t gotten used to this place.”

“Get these chains off, please,” you say, doing your best to keep your voice soft despite the panic rising in your chest. Yes, you’ve been in this space before but never like this. Something is different. “My wrists hurt.”

Jimin tuts, shaking his head. “Not yet. They need to be on for now.”

“What’s going on? Why is it different this time?”

“Because, my love,” he says, walking over to your side, the echoes of the heels of his shoes loud in your ears, “today’s your twentieth birthday. It’s time for your initiation.”

“Initiation?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Yes, love. Have you forgotten?” He places a hand on your head, the icy cold of his skin making you shiver to the bones.

“For what?”

Jimin smiles widen, something that has never offered warmth for as long as you’ve known him. Something inside you withers in fear but you can’t deny the other sensation starting up like a fire being lit up at the sight of his beautiful face split by that awful, awful smile. Jimin kneels down on one knee, bringing his face close to yours. “To entwine your soul with mine.”

A dry chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop yourself. “ You’d have to be real to have a soul, Minnnie. You’re just a…”

The look on Jimin’s face takes away the words from your tongue. He knows something you don’t, something you’ve had a hunch about all these years yet had been too stubborn or too scared to actually make yourself face it. With a blink, Jimin’s eyes turn jet black and your breath is stuck in your throat. “What are you?”

Jimin lets out a laugh, a loud belly-aching, rumbling laugh that seems to echo all around the space as he throws his head back. It’s not a nice sound and yet he never ceases to look just as mesmerising as always. The contradiction is throwing you off.

“Fifteen years and only now you’re asking,” says Jimin when he finally stops, looking down at you with such pity. “I think it’s too little too late, my sweetness.”

You gulp tightly around the lump in your throat. “And what if I refuse? To do the initiation?”

The smile is quickly wiped off his face and suddenly he’s on top of you, straddling your chest but not really sitting. He leans his arms over the wall behind you, sneering down at you in a way that strikes both fear and anticipation of what he can and will do, making your stomach turn in a somersault. “It’s not a choice, love,” he hisses, his breath hot on your cheek. “I will have you, one way or the other.”

The menacing tone of his voice makes your heart beat faster. “Wh-what do you mean? Jimin, you’re scaring me,” you stutter out, the chains around your wrists rattling ominously. “I want to go back. Take me back, Minnie.”

“I will, just not right now,” he purrs into your ears. “Honestly, I’m hurt. Your twentieth and you celebrated with others, the Kim brothers no less. And you ignored me the whole night.”

“They threw me a surprise birthday party,” you counter, pleading. “How can I just walk away? They’ve been nothing but nice to me. They’re like my own brothers. They took care of me when my mother wasn’t around.”

“I took care of you!” he bellows, his eyes burning red this time. “I kept you company all of those times you’d cry yourself to sleep missing your dear mummy. I chased away all the bad dreams at night, I stayed with you every night when you couldn’t sleep without a night light on. Not them! They just swoop in when you move into a new place, free babysitting for your neglectful mother. They did all the easy work.”

You can’t help the way your throat constricts from being yelled at, something Jimin, in all his sadistic traits, had never actually done. Jimin sees the way your face crumples as you bite on your upper lip to keep them from wobbling and he cools off a little. He leans his forehead against yours, his dark fringe falling over his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated. You ignored me at the party.”

Your heart jumps at the sight of him sad. You try to touch him but your wrists are still bound, clanging the chains noisily when you move. “I’m sorry, Minnie. I- I got carried away. I was overwhelmed. There were so many people. You know I won’t ignore you on purpose, Minnie.”

Jimin stares into your eyes, that same puppy-like look still swimming in his gaze, the kind of look that melts you so easily. It effectively wrecks you with guilt whenever you do something he doesn’t approve of, an ammo he’s used over and over again throughout the years. You lean into him as best you can with the chains’ restriction. “You believe me, right? Minnie? You know I need you.”

“Do you? After all these years, I’m starting to think you’ve forgotten that promise you made me,” he says, visibly pouting, sounding the saddest he had ever been. “You promised me that you won’t ever leave me if I keep the monsters away.”

You lick your lips and nod. Yes, you remember that promise, made when you were five, that first night he climbed out of your closet last, after all the other shadows came out first. In return to keep you safe from the others, you made that promise that only a child could.

“I’ve kept the monsters away, haven’t I?”

You nod.

“I’ve kept you safe every night from then on, haven’t I?”

You nod again.

“And so why do you choose the brothers over me?”

You swallow, shaking your head. “I don’t. I choose you.”

The corner of Jimin’s lips twitch. “You do?”

You give a small nod.

“Really? I’m not convinced,” he states, readjusting his position, sitting a bit lower so that he rests on your pelvic bone.

“I do,” you whisper out, feeling the heat creeping up from your waist down. It’s an odd feeling, something that has never happened before.

Jimin’s more of a childhood friend, imaginary as he is. You both grew up together, just you and him against the world when your world had been so dark and so lonely, back when your mother would leave for work before the sun had even risen and come home when you’re already asleep. He was your saviour first then a friend, a protector and a companion but somewhere between being a tween and when puberty hits, he became a deep, dark secret.

No one could see him and after enduring being called a liar and ostracised in the first grade, you learnt the hard way to keep your mouth shut and pretend he wasn’t there following you everywhere you go when in public. You told everyone that Jimin had disappeared, that you had outgrown him just as any children with their own imaginary friends. Only the paintings remain. In truth, you’re not even sure why you painted him in the first place but those paintings are the only times when people would actually listen when you talk about him. In the past tense, of course.

Jimin is beautiful. He’s ethereal and your paintings of him were haunting. They evoke emotions from those who see them, making them pause and stare and weep if they look too long. You don’t paint him a lot, only five among the hundreds of canvases, one for each time Jimin had brought you into this dark space you don’t have a name for, yet they attracted the most attention, so much so that you got a full ride to the Royal College of Art. But Jimin won’t let you go.

Jimin grinds onto you, leaning over so his face is inches from yours. “You do what? Give me the full sentence, love.”

Your throat is dry but you force your voice out anyway. “I choose you, Jimin.”

“Always?”

You whimper as he presses his crotch against yours, the sneer back on his face. “Always.”

The first time Jimin brought you into this space, you were six. It was an escape, a quiet safe space from the raging storm outside and your mother was still not home. You two had huddled together. The second time was at twelve, when your mother’s boyfriend of 6-months kept creeping into your room at night. Jimin had been furious then and while you hid in this space, Jimin promised you he would tell the man to stay away. He never returned to the house since and though your mother cried for his disappearance, claiming that she’d been ghosted, whatever that meant, you had been the happiest.

At fourteen, when the boy you thought you liked, asked you out as a prank for the whole class to laugh at you, the dark space was where you ran to hide, sobbing into Jimin’s embrace. It had been at the end of the school year but when the new semester started, the boy and his family had left town so suddenly that people only heard about it two weeks after. Taehyung had said, “Good riddance,” and even though you were relieved, it had felt too coincidental.

It was at sixteen when the hunch came about, growing in the pit of your stomach like some kind of fungus. A family had just moved in next door and they had a son, Adam, a year older than you; shy and sweet-seeming the first time he came around with his parents, exchanging pleasantries and jokes with your mum at the front door. They moved in the middle of the year and your mum had assured Adam that you would show him the ropes at school, to which you had obliged. Both you and Taehyung had gladly taken him under your wings, including him into your fold of friend group (which included only you and the Kim brothers, really).

It took him less than three months to finally show his true colours. He had broken into your house when nobody was home and when you came back from your part-time job at the yoghurt shop, he had sprang out from the closet and pinned you to the bed. You don’t remember the rest of the details, except seeing Jimin looming behind him. You blinked and you were in the dark space, away and safe from danger. The next morning, his parents found him hanging in his closet, stiff and blue. They moved away shortly after that.

“I prefer you being here with me, mind, body and soul,” drawls Jimin, pulling you back to the now. “Where did you go?”

You’re pulled away from your train of thoughts and see Jimin leaning over you, eyes black, anger written all over his face. “Sorry,” you whisper.

“You’ve chosen me,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Act like it.”

He grabs your sides, nails digging into your flesh and you wince in pain. “I’m sorry, Minnie. I’m here. With you.” You take a deep breath. “Mind, body and soul.”

“As you should,” he says, his voice softening. He nuzzles your neck and you feel his teeth nip just along the collarbone. “Tonight, you will officially be mine.”

You feel his hands move slowly to your chest, softly kneading your breasts while his mouth never leaves your neck. You feel him press himself flat against you, the bulge in his pants so prominent you can feel the shape of him. You lay there, frozen, unable to say no nor even move away. Your heart is in your mouth and you’re too afraid that if you say something, it’s going to jump out and you’ll be dead.

Jimin pulls away, staring directly into your eyes. The jet black orbs in his sockets reflect back your fear-stricken face but he isn’t fazed. He smiles and your stomach twists and before you can do anything (not that you are capable anyway), his lips are on yours and it feels like your whole body is on fire, and not the good kind either. Your lips feel like someone had stuck live wires directly to them and the burning pain makes you scream out, muffled by his mouth. Tears pool in your eyes.

Then you feel his tongue snake in and your eyes widen in surprise: a forked tongue. You struggle to get away but Jimin holds the back of your head in place, grabbing a fistful of your hair. The chains around your wrists clang noisily next to your ears as you start to squirm under him. Squirm as you are, your mouth seems to be reacting the opposite way; moulding with his like they want to be fused together; you both want him and are disgusted by him, lips pulling him in, body resisting. He finally pulls back, displeased.

“I want to go back. Please,” you sob, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

“We’re not done yet,” he says, forked tongue catching the tears. “I haven’t even started, my sweetness.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Start?”

“The initiation, you silly goose.” He continues to lick down your neck, catching your earlobe in between his teeth.

You swallow hard. “Jimin, what is the initiation?”

“You have to give me something you’ve never given anyone else before,” he whispers into your ear and the hairs on your neck and arms stand on end. He moves to the other ear to add, “Your virginity, my love. Your one and only. It shall be mine.”

Jimin’s fingers unbutton your jeans and just as he’s about to shimmy it down, your brain clicks and you finally yell out, “Wait!”

Jimin lets out a growl, raising only his ember eyes to glare at you. “What?”

You’re breathing hard as your mind races to try and find a good excuse. You’ve never even had a boyfriend, never even got the chance to go on a first date. While your female friends, limited in number as they are, gushed about their partners, about the things they would do, about the sweet little gifts they’d get on Valentine’s, you had smiled and been happy for them, doing your best to ignore the bitter feelings clawing at the back of your throat.

You’ve had suitors, of course, but for some reason they never stick around. They’d ask you out but then stood you up when you arrived with not even a text to explain or apologise. If they managed to get past the first date, you never hear from them again after it ends. You’re only twenty, your whole life is ahead of you. It’s stupid but you want your first time with a man to be special. You want to be loved up, taken out on dates, wooed off your feet and be promised the world even if it’s all a lie.

Jimin is looking at you, head tilted to the side. “You want all that?”

You stare at him. “Huh?”

Jimin frowns. “All the things you were thinking about just now. You want all that?”

“How-”

“Just answer the question,” he snaps impatiently.

You nod, unable to say the words. Jimin sighs, tilting his head upwards like he’s facing with a minor inconvenience. “But why? It’s such a waste of time.”

“I-,” you stutter but clear your throat and try again, although your voice comes out small. “I’ve never experienced it. I want to know what it feels like. All this time I’ve only ever seen others go through it and I just…I just want to know what it feels like. To fall in love and to be loved.”

When Jimin doesn’t say anything, you quickly add, “I won’t…I won’t have to sleep with the person. I can tell them I’m waiting for marriage.” At this Jimin snorts but you ignore him. “Just…just let me experience all that and then you…you can have my…my everything.”

You’re not sure what Jimin will say but he looks like he’s actually thinking about it. “I promise,” you say, just to convince him.

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes going back to normal. “Okay, fine.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Really?”

He nods, almost excitedly. “Sure. Anything for you, my love.” He leans down once again, caressing your forehead. “I’ll let you have all that. And after that, I’ll take what’s mine.”

“Thank you,” you whisper out, feeling elated. “Thank you, Minnie. I promise I’m yours.”

Jimin smiles. “That you are.”

You’re back in the real world, already in your own bed. Jimin is nowhere to be seen and he’s still not around the next day. A week passed by and you haven’t seen any sights of him anywhere, like he’s just gone. Like he was never there. It’s strange to suddenly be alone, truly alone for the first time in years but it’s also liberating. You’re free.

A month later, you’re starting to believe that it had all been your imagination after all, that maybe you believed in him so much so that you made him real. You spend more time with the Kim brothers, even get to travel to Europe to visit the Royal College of Arts with Taehyung to see if you’d like the place. You do, so you take up the scholarship and move abroad with him, although he goes to a different school.

You made a lot of friends, went to a lot of parties and art shows. You painted a lot, too, and none of them of the man that haunted your youth. Even his face is a blur, memories that seem to be fading faster than normal and by your sophomore year, you’ve forgotten all about him.

You travelled a lot, mostly around Europe, with different friend groups as well as the Kim brothers whenever your holidays aligned. You met a lot of people, went out on a million dates, experimented with different genders and even had a short fling with an up-and-coming actor, but the one thing you could never do was fall completely in love.

You’d meet someone you think will be the one but nothing ever survived past the third month. This time, it’s not them; it’s you. You just can’t seem to give them your all, pulling away the moment they fall. You don’t know why either and you have no intention of hurting people. So you stop, telling people you no longer have any interest, that you’re asexual, that you’re anything but normal so that people will leave you alone instead of trying to set you up or ask you out.

You miss the connection, you miss having someone to come home to, someone to be there when you wake up from another nightmare. But if you can’t give it your all, it’s only fair you don’t give anything at all. Thus, your purity remains.

TWENTY-SEVEN

You finish applying the fresh coat of lipstick in the mirror, standing back and admiring the view, making sure that not a hair is out of place and your makeup is perfect. Satisfied, you give yourself a nod.

“Let’s do this,” you say to yourself, snapping your purse shut and fixing your skirt. You exit the ladies’ room and make your way to the meeting room. A new partner is coming on board and you, being one of the leading managers for the big project next month, will have to give a presentation to the man, a briefing to bring him up to speed. You take a deep breath and enter.

Your team and your boss, Martin, are all sitting around the big oval table. They look up and visibly relax when they see it’s you. You look around the room. “He’s not here yet?”

“He’s coming up now,” Martin answers, pulling out the chair next to him for you. He leans in to whisper, “Everything ready?”

You nod and smile. “Yes. Everything’s taken care of, don’t worry.”

He breathes a sigh of relief. “We need to make sure he’s happy with this. He’s bringing in a lot of money.”

You bend down to retrieve the folio that you’ll be using when the door opens and everybody stands up. You’re still trying to pull out the thick papers from your bag as you hear a new voice greet the room. You freeze, confident you’ve heard it before. You pull out your materials and look up, seeing the new partner for the first time.

He’s handsome, dark hair with a middle parting to his fringe giving him a boyish look. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his grey slacks as he makes his way around the table towards your boss. He extends one hand and then turns to you, the smile never leaving his lips. You take his hand and jump a little at how cold his skin is. “Jimin Park,” he says, his voice velvety pleasant, “Pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

The way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine for what reason you’re not sure. Have you met him somewhere before? Everybody takes a seat and the meeting begins. You speak for most of the time and Martin beams at you proudly at how well your presentation is. All the while, Jimin only watches intently, listening and nodding but not saying anything more than a few clarification questions here and there. He never stops smiling.

When you reach the end of the presentation, the room gives a round of applause, and so does he, eyes never leaving you, that same smile constantly on his lips. You should be happy, you should feel accomplished that he seems happy, too, but a nagging feeling tells you that something isn’t right. As everyone gets ready to go for a team lunch, Jimin included, you finally realise what it was that bothers you so much.

He’s smiling but it never reaches his eyes; there’s no warmth in them.

***

“So, how long have you been working here?”

Jimin sits across from you, casually leaning back against his chair like he’s very comfortable, monolid eyes sharp on you.

You clear your throat, shifting in your seat like you’re uncomfortable under his gaze. “A little over five years now,” you say with a polite smile. “Got in right after graduation and never left. They’ve taken great care of me.” You turn to Martin who puffs out his chest proudly.

“One of my best, that one,” your boss chimes in, pointing at you while your coworkers chuckle lightly.

“I bet,” Jimin mutters, eyes still on you, but you think you’re the only one who caught it. “Well,” he says, louder now, turning to your boss, “you have me on board. Just let me know what support you need and,” he turns back to you, “I’ll do my best to give it my all.”

The table cheered and everyone fell into light conversation all around. All except you and Jimin, staring at each other, him looking like he knows things you don’t, a smug little smile on his lips, you, a little put off by how much attention he’s giving you. You think about telling your boss of how uncomfortable Jimin makes you feel but you’re a little hesitant that it might backfire since Martin is awfully fond of him. You wrench your gaze away from Jimin, finally, focusing on your food, doing your best to ignore the fact that you can feel he’s still watching.

Weeks go by and you’re thrown into one of the most hectic phases of the project, launching in a couple of months. This is when your phones won’t stop ringing, business people coming and going from your office in constant streams and a lot of fuck ups with orders. You’re running around everyday, barely even sitting down, never mind to eat and it’s starting to show by the slight gaunt look on your face and how your skirt is barely hanging on your hips. But you love what you do so you power through.

You’re on your hands and knees in your office, going through the white blueprint of the event hall spread over the floor in front of your desk, checking every minute details to correct before you send off copies to the vendors when a voice from behind you makes you visibly jump. “Nice view.”

You turn around to see Jimin leaning against the doorframe of your office,a coffee cup in each of his hands and a white paper bag tucked under his arm. You scowl at him, wondering what he meant because your ass would have been pointing in his direction when he said those words. You sit up on your knees. “That’s sexual harassment,” you say, your voice curt.

Jimin’s lips twitch but his eyes widen in surprise, whether genuine or not, you can’t tell. “I was talking about the venue. I’ve been there and those wide windows at the back will give a really great view of the city. The clients will love it.”

The scowl remains on your face but you move sideways so you can bend over the blueprint again, but this time, not ass presenting him. You hope he goes away, taking the hint that you’re busy.

“Here. I brought you coffee and some sandwiches,” Jimin says, entering your office without asking for permission and placing the paper bag on your desk. The coffee cup, he holds it out for you.

You glance at the cup briefly before nodding to your desk. “Thanks. Just leave it there. I need to finish this.”

“No.”

You pause, looking up at him in surprise and confusion. “Excuse me?”

“I said, no,” Jimin repeats; the same easygoing smile on his face, the same cold look in his eyes. “You need to take a break or you’re going to collapse before this project even finishes.”

You stare at him, contemplating on not satisfying him because who the hell is he to tell you what to do? But a steaming cup of coffee sounds so good while it’s still hot, rather than later when it’s lukewarm. You sigh and take the cup from him, standing up as you do. “Thanks,” you say again, much softer this time and almost shyly, mostly for being told off. You take a sip and immediately feel the tension melt away. You sigh heavily, tilting your neck this and that way, cracking them to relieve the stiffness.

“Do you always throw yourself into work like this?” Jimin leans against your desk, the rim of the cup at his lips but eyes looking down at the spread out blueprints and other papers all over the floor. And yet, it feels like he’s watching you anyway, from the corner of his eyes.

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s a busy time.”

“Really?” he asks, looking sideways at you. “You sure you’re not running away from something? Distracting yourself with work?”

You turn to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

He meets your gaze. “Oh, just wondering.”

You stare at him, incredulous, but decide not to answer him. “You should go.”

“Don’t you paint anymore?”

You freeze, looking at him like he’d just grown another head. Your heart rate spikes a little as you comb back through your memories, trying to think if you told him anything about your past hobbies. No, you don’t think so. No one in this office knows that you come from an art background, only assuming that you had graduated from the business school of RCA. You swallow thickly, subconsciously backing away from him. “How do you know I even paint?”

Jimin looks at you calmly, letting five seconds pass by before moving away from the desk to point at a picture frame set on it. It’s a picture of you and Taehyung on your graduation day, the Royal College of Arts main building in the back. “Oh, I just assumed that from that picture.”

“Most people assumed I came from the business school,” you say, your voice a tad bit shaky.

Again, Jimin looks slightly alarmed. “Oh, I didn’t even know they had a business school.”

Bullshit, you wanted to say but your mind is reeling.

“Well, from your reaction, I’m guessing I was right,” Jimin continues, languidly relaxing back against your desk. “So, my question still stands. You don’t paint anymore?”

You don’t like his tone of voice; condescending and smug, like he knows more than he lets on. You find yourself answering, “No, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t.” Then, on second thought, you add, “I can’t.”

Jimin tilts his head. “Why?”

Your forehead creases over as your eyebrows stitch together, struggling to keep your emotions in check because you hate it when someone questions your past. It’s always been one of the problems with prospective partners; they always want to know everything. And then get hurt when they do. But to Jimin, you square your shoulders and the look on your face hardens. “None of your business,” you snap, a little too harshly before regretting it. He is your boss after all. Sort of.

“Is that how you talk to me?” His voice is low and cold, devoid of any of the friendliness he had earlier.

You gulp. “Sorry, sir. I’m just- I’m a little stressed out right now,” you confess, not even sure why you are.

“Go home,” he says, his voice back to normal. “Take a rest.”

“But I have to get this-”

“I’ll handle it,” he promises, pushing off the desk and coming over to you. In a few steps, he’s standing in front of you, toe to toe, too close for personal space, looking down his nose at you. He’s even more handsome up close, breathing down on you like you’re nothing but a child that needs to be put in place. “Go.”

You give him one last look before gathering your things, including the sandwiches he brought, and leaving out the door. You glance back only once at the elevator, looking at him looking at you, sipping on his coffee casually, one hand in his pocket.

- - -

You remember going to bed. You remember falling asleep. But you don’t remember waking up and being…here.

Where am I? What is this place? Everything feels so real, so vivid that you’re very sure you’re awake instead of dreaming. But there’s nothing here, just pitch black. You can’t see anything except for yourself, like a game character in a glitch where the world didn’t render correctly. You walk around but no matter how long and how far, there’s still nothing, making you feel like you probably didn’t move at all.

If this is a dream, how do you wake up? Because this darkness and nothingness is unsettling, even more so when you can feel the cool linoleum feel under your bare feet but can’t see it. You stop moving, feeling defeated, hoping you’d wake up soon.

“Hello, my sweetness.”

You jolt, turning around towards the cool voice and seeing the silhouette of a man a little further away. You squint, trying to see better who it is, stepping closer. “Who are you?”

“You know exactly who I am,” comes the voice and then, like a lighting on stage, his whole feature grows more visible. Jimin Park, your second boss.

“What the hell?” you exclaim. “What are you doing in my dreams?”

Jimin’s mouth perks up. “You think this is a dream?”

You look around. “It’s the only explanation.”

You blink and suddenly Jimin is right in front of you, looming so close you have to look up to look at his face. You teeter and step back a pace. Like usual, he has that same smile on his face but his eyes, his eyes are different. They are jet black. “Still think this is a dream?”

You nod but hesitantly. You notice then that he’s bare from the waist up, toned muscles on full display and you think, So this is what he looks like under the suit. You can’t help but stare, unable to deny to yourself the arousing interest in your chest. A wet dream, you think, that’s why he’s here.

Jimin laughs lightly, like he can read your mind. He leans closer and you half close your eyes, expecting his lips on yours. When it doesn’t happen, you blink your eyes open again to see a smirking Jimin. “Were you expecting something?”

You pull away, huffing. “No.”

A finger catches your chin, holding it in place as he makes you look at him. “You’re lying to me,” he says, his voice threatening and your heart races. There’s something familiar about his words, something familiar in the way you feel in his presence. The more you think about it, the more you realise that there’s a subtle fear of him. You wonder why because these past months, Jimin had been nothing but nice and a fair new boss to everyone.

Nice. But not warm. There’s always a cold edge to his demeanour, like everything is an act. Like he’s only pretending.

The look in those jet black eyes is heavy and almost searing at the same time. You want to say no again, but something in the back of your mind warns you that he won’t take another lie and you wouldn’t like the consequences. “Yes,” you breathe out in a whisper.

“Yes what, my sweetness?”

Your mouth is dry but you force yourself to speak. “Yes, I was expecting something.”

“Good girl,” he coos and you feel his cold hand settle on your side, pulling you closer. “See, wasn’t so hard to admit it, was it?”

You don’t answer, feeling his fingers trace up and down your side, sneaking under your pyjama shirt and grazing your skin, making you shiver from the coldness and the anticipation. It’s a dream anyway, right? You can do anything in a dream. You tilt your chin up, looking at him through puppy-eyes and pouty lips. “Well?”

Jimin smirks again, only one side of his lips turning up. “As you wish.” He leans down and connects your lips to his and the searing pain shoots through your lips and down to your toes, making you moan into his mouth. Your eyes shoot open and you’re suddenly back in your bed, staring at your ceiling, breathing like you’ve run a marathon.

You sit up, looking around the room but everything looks in place. The clock on your bedside table shows it’s three in the morning and you have to be awake in another three hours. You lay back onto your pillow but you’re too worked up to go back to sleep. Your lips are still tingling and you touch it gingerly with the tips of your fingers. You recall the dream, seeing your half-naked boss standing in front of you and you shake your head.

Ugh, you think, I have to get that image out of my head.

The next day at work, you’re barely able to look Jimin in the eyes. You can’t help the image that keeps popping at the front of your mind every time you see him so you avoid him at all cost, leaving a room when he comes in, looking away when he’s talking to you. This continues on until the next week to the point that everyone else is starting to notice. Martin finally pulls you aside into his office one day.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” he asks, steepling his fingers together on his desk.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, feigning ignorance. “Is something wrong?”

He sighs. “You’ve been avoiding Jimin and even I can see it. Did something happen between the two of you?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. In truth, you’re replaying all of the dreams you’ve been having the past week. Every night, without fail, your second boss, Jimin, has been visiting you in your dreams, doing things you only wish he would do in real life, things you don’t even dare to admit to wanting. Every spot he lays his lips on burns like he’s made of fire and yet you crave it every time you wake up. “No, nothing happened,” you reiterate.

“Are you sure?” he prods. “I thought you two were getting on well. He speaks highly of you, too.”

“He does?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah. It’s starting to make me a little jealous,” Martin says with a chuckle. “I brought him in but it feels like he’s stealing away my best worker.”

You shift in your seat, ignoring the unsettling feeling in your chest. You laugh lightly along with him. “Don’t worry about it. He’s not stealing me away from you. I’m all yours, boss.”

“Really?”

His tone of voice shifts and dread fills your lungs. No, please no. He’s been so good to you and you have loved this job. Please don’t. Martin stands up and walks over the desk to stand in front of you, his crotch rightly aligned in front of your face as you sit there. You push back the chair a little bit.

“You’re an amazing employee, y/n,” he says, his voice low and soft. “And I would like to make sure that you’re loyal to me.”

“Of course I am,” you say with a smile. “I’ve been here for a long time, haven’t I? I love my job and I would like to stay here as long as I can. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh, but I do.” He leans his hands on both the arms of your chair. “And with a new, young partner in the picture, I’m worried that he’s going to get all of your attention.”

Your throat is tight and swallowing is painful. “He’s-he won’t. I mean, you’re both my bosses so I don’t really have the power to say no if he has other projects for me when this one finishes.”

“Well then, prove it,” he purrs, his face up close to yours. “Show me how loyal you’ll be to me.”

You lick your lips. “But- but I have. All these years I’ve-”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he says, his eyes darkening.

“Then what do you mean?”

Martin smiles and steps back. His hands go to the fly of his pants and you think you’re going to throw up. Your skin feels clammy and cold and there’s a ringing in your ears. The office door bangs open, slamming against the wall and both of you look around to see in shock.

“Sorry to interrupt,” says Jimin in a serious tone. If he knew what was happening, he didn’t show it. “But we have a problem with one of the vendors. I need y/n to help me smoothen things out.”

You spring up to your feet and excuse yourself, hurrying out of the door with Jimin behind you. You make a beeline for the ladies’ and shut yourself in a cubicle, breathing heavily, leaning against the door as if Martin might just burst right in. You lean your head against your arm, pressing against your eyes to kind of shake yourself out of the panic that’s building.

“My sweetness.”

You look up, blinking at the sudden change of environment. The cubicle you locked yourself in has disappeared, replaced with nothing. Nothing but darkness. The voice that calls for you isn’t the usual flirt; it’s serious, solemn, commanding. You turn around to find Jimin standing there, this time, for the first time, fully clothed in all black. His eyes, though, are fiery red.

You don’t know why you did what you did next but it felt like the right thing at that moment. You sob, running into his arms as he catches you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. He lets you cry into his shirt, caressing your hair and holding you quietly as your body shakes with every weep. It takes a while until you’re finally calm enough to step back, wiping at your face with the back of your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup. “I just- I didn’t know what came over me.”

Jimin watches you, quiet, not saying a word until you finally look at him. “It’s not the first time you’ve run to me when someone’s hurt you, my love.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Huh?”

The fire in his eyes dim a little as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “You’re always so stubborn. You never listen. So even if I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin sighs but the kind of sighs that tired people let out when dealing with annoying situations. “Still so stubborn. Never mind. What shall we do about him?”

Your eyes widen. Does he know after all? Or is this just your subconscious making him know what had transpired in Martin’s office? The latter, of course. It’s the only explanation. You’re dreaming again. Or hallucinating. The thought of what Martin had done resurfaces and suddenly you’re angry; angry at him but also at yourself for being such a fool for not seeing it for what it is even when he has been hinting at it for all these years. But why now? Why only now showing his true colours?

You bark out a bitter laugh. “There’s nothing I can do. He’s the boss. He’ll get away with it or I’ll be asked to move away.” Then you start to nod your head. “Yeah, maybe it’s time for something new.”

“Go back to painting?”

You glare at him. “Why are you so obsessed with that?”

Jimin chuckles and changes the subject. “Well, if you want I can make him go away.”

You wipe the remaining tears from your cheeks but the anger is still there. “Yeah, sure. Do that.” You press your palms to your eyes, an act to rub out all the crying you did earlier but when you open your eyes again, you’re back in the cubicle.

You step outside and wash your face, steeling yourself to leave the ladies’ room to face whatever or whoever is outside. You take a deep breath and open the door and Jimin is waiting on the other side, leaning sideways against a wall.

“You okay?” he asks, approaching you. “Did something happen with Martin?”

You stare at him blankly, thinking back to that conversation, although imaginary, you just had with him in that other place. Thinking of what Martin did to you, or almost did to you, and the fact that you had been dreaming of your other boss nearly every day this week feels hypocritical. “Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Nothing happened. You said something happened with a client?”

“Vendors,” he corrected, eyes as cool and calculating as they always are, looking at you as if he’s trying to figure out why you’re lying, not that he knows that. Does he? “It’s fine. I took care of it while you were in there.”

You raise your watch to your face. “That soon? Are you sure? I can call them up again just to ensure everything is good.”

Jimin gives you a small shake of his head, a small hint of a smile on his lips. “Nope. It’s fine. All taken care of.” Something in the way he says the last part gives you a strange vibe, like he wasn’t talking about the vendor problem entirely.

It doesn’t take long until news reaches you, literally on the 8PM broadcast on TV while you are eating dinner of microwaved pasta. The picture splashed on the screen is one you recognise well, having seen the man for the past five years or so everyday at work. The news talks about how, with the help of an anonymous tip, Martin J. Russell of Rocket Media Ltd has been arrested for multiple sexual offences, spanning years of sexual assaults of past coworkers with pictures and videos found on both his work and personal devices.

Your fork drops into the container as you stare, mouth agape, at the TV. What in the-

As much as a part of you is singing with relief, another part of you can’t completely dismiss the persistent notion that whatever happened to Martin wasn’t coincidence, that it didn’t just happened right after he tried it with you and you had-

You stop thinking, standing up abruptly that your chair scuttles backward noisily. Jimin. Something about Jimin is squirming at the back of your mind but you can’t quite put a finger on it. Not a minute later, you receive an email from HR, blasted to all employees, requesting that if you need to speak to someone, you may contact HR representatives or a mental health hotline, as well as the office will be closed for a week due to the current investigation ongoing. All employees will have the option whether to take days off during the week or work remotely and either choice will have you be paid like normal.

There is more to the email, including a subtle request for employees to keep their mouths shut except to authorities or HR and it makes you think about earlier today. Bile rises to your throat at the idea of having to admit what had happened today when you just want to forget about it all. Your phone rings.

It’s Jimin, now the one and only boss.

You take a deep breath and answer it.

“If you’ve heard the news then you know why I’m calling,” says Jimin over the phone, his voice sullen. “I’m asking you again, did something happen between you and him today in his office?”

You’re quiet, your voice stuck in your throat.

“Y/n,” he calls, a warning tone. “I don’t want to have to ask twice.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you finally answer, your voice sounding breathy. “He’s caught. It’s done.”

There’s a brief pause before he finally speaks. “So something did happen.” When you don’t respond, he takes that as an affirmative. He lets go of a deep breath. “Take the week off.”

“But the project, we’re already behind on-”

“Fuck, y/n,” he snaps. “We have worse issues on our hands right now. Take the week off. I’ll deal with things here and the clients.” Then he sighs. “Have you spoken to the authorities yet? About what happened today? They would want to hear about it.”

“No. I don’t intend to,” you reply shortly.

“Why? You’re protecting him?”

“I’m not!” Your blood boils at the accusation, your free hand in a tight fist on your side. “I just want to forget all about it. Nothing actually happened. He…he didn’t manage to do anything before you came in.”

“I see,” he replies softly. “Are you okay?”

You want to tell him yes, of course you are, nothing happened, right? You should be okay, you should be fine because you were luckier than his other victims, people you worked with and who you were completely oblivious to the suffering they were going through right under your nose. You were so ignorant of what was happening around you that you had respected the man, and had even admired him as an amazing boss. How many times have you gushed about the man? How many of those times had it been to a victim?

Fuck.

Before you even realise it, the tears are already spilling, big, fat pearls crawling down your cheeks. You don’t manage to say anything when Jimin says, “I’m coming over,” and the line cuts. You’re not sure how long you remain on the floor crying, hugging your legs close to you when there’s a loud knock on your door. You can’t seem to get up, the few steps to the entrance area seem too much for you.

You hear some shuffling around outside, hear the person lift up a flower pot and retrieve the spare key you hid there. You hear the sound of the key in the lock and doorknob turning. You see Jimin standing in the doorway, his eyes easily zoning in on you huddled on the kitchen floor. You watch as he strides over and picks you up so effortlessly and carries you to the sofa. He places you down gently and goes back to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, he’s back with a cup of tea for you.

He makes you drink it, sitting next to you without saying anything much, letting you cry it out. He remains quiet even when you’re hiccuping through leftover sobs, sitting there leaning on his knees, his fingers locked together, staring down at the floor. He only finally looks up when you make no more sound except for the occasional sniffles. “Better?”

You nod, taking a tissue to blow your nose.

“Hungry?”

You shake your head but your stomach betrays you, sounding out like a dying whale at sea. He smiles softly, pulling out his phone. “Does Thai sound good to you?”

This time, you nod happily, eyelashes still glistening with tears.

You both only start to talk after dinner is finished and pushed aside, when Jimin, his coat jacket off and his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, had offered to do the dishes. You stand next to him to do the drying, making small talk, exchanging little information about each other’s lives.

“You’re from Busan?” your eyebrows go up in surprise. “I’m from there, too.”

“I know,” he replies. “I read all the staff’s profiles.”

“I see.”

“Have you been back?”

You shake your head. “Not really. There’s nothing left for me there. My mum has remarried and the only family I have left are actually here.”

“Oh?”

You smile. “Yeah. Well, we’re not related by blood but I practically grew up with them.”

You don’t see it but Jimin’s eyes flash dangerously. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you say, “the guy you saw in the picture? That’s Taehyung. Him and his brothers are like brothers to me. Growing up with a single parent is hard and I was always stuck with them when she had to go to work. And she worked a lot.”

“So just them then? No one else?”

You tilt your head, thinking. “No, I don’t think so. Just them.” When Jimin doesn’t respond, you ask, “What about you? Any families around here?”

“Just one,” he says, eyes on his hands washing the forks and spoons. “We grew up together. I was always the one she runs to when she has problems and I make them go away.”

“Oh. That’s interesting.” You take the fork from him, drying it in between your fingers. “What’s she like?”

“Clingy and a crybaby.” He chuckles softly. “But I love that about her. I love being needed and I know she needs me.”

“She lives with you?”

“Not yet.” Jimin finishes the washing and dries his hands. “If you’re feeling better, I should get going. But…”

“But?” you look up at him.

“I know it’s weird timing but,” he pauses, scratching the back of his neck. “Would you, um, want to grab lunch tomorrow? Or not, if you don’t want to.”

You’re not sure about going on a date with him for two reasons: one, he’s your boss and two, well, with the whole shitshow happening at the office, it’s hardly a good time for a date.

“Um, sure. I guess,” you answer, feeling a little shy. “If it’s just lunch.”

Jimin’s lips twitch upward. “Sure. I’ll pick you up around noon?”

- - -

That lunch turned out to be more than just lunch.

Jimin is funny and makes you laugh with his deadpan jokes and ridiculous punchlines. Underneath that cold and aloof demeanour, he’s actually sweet and caring. He plans things, takes you out on surprise dates, cooks meals for you and even gives you little gifts on random days, things that made him think of you. He makes playlists for you and even one of those classic mixtapes on CDs when he finds out your car has a CD player. He gathers small bunches of daisies when he finds out you love them more than roses. He surprises you with little things like your favourite tea or your favourite snack and takes candid photos of you to share with you later at the end of the day.

On days when you are watching movies together at your place, he would rub your feet and make cups of tea for you. He would listen to you vent or tell stories about your day. He’s your biggest cheerleader with work, walking that thin line between being a fair boss and a good friend and flourishing at it. When the relationship passed three months, you both decided to report it to HR. You were moved to a different department but you both go out for lunch together almost everyday.

You are completely and madly in love, for the first time ever at twenty-seven. He’s everything you ever wanted, everything you ever dreamed of even as a young girl. He sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel the most comfortable. He respects your wish of waiting a little bit more the night he sleeps over that first time, ending up just cuddling the whole night. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t make you feel guilty about it. You do a lot of the other things, kissing and going even as far as third base and not once did he ever try to push your limit.

By the time you hit six months, he surprises you with a promise ring and you think it’s time to introduce him to Taehyung and the others.

“What’s his name again?” Taehyung asks over the phone as you get ready for the meeting tonight. Both Namjoon and Jin will also be there, excited to meet your first serious boyfriend.

“Jimin,” you quip, the phone pinned in between your shoulder and ear, hopping on one foot to pull up the stocking over your knees.

“What?” Taehyung’s voice comes out a little too loud, a little too panicky.

“I said, his name is Jimin,” you repeat. “Look, I got to finish getting ready. You can ask all the questions later at the restaurant, Tae. I’ll see you guys there.”

“You ready, babe?” Jimin’s head pops in.

“Yes,” you answer, getting your handbag and slinging it over your shoulder. “I’m a little nervous. It’s the first time I’m bringing a boyfriend to meet them.”

Jimin laughs, pulling you by the waist. “Wait, you’ve never introduced anyone before me?”

You shake your head, pouting. “No. Nothing ever lasted long enough for me to do that.”

“I see.” Jimin twirls you around. “I’m honoured.” He gives you a little bow and you giggle. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be on my best behaviour tonight. I promise.”

***

“This is Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jin.”

“Jimin, my brothers.”

The four of them exchange handshakes all around before finally sitting down, Jimin pulling out your chair, of course. The dinner starts with small talk, mainly the brothers asking you and Jimin the typical questions: how did you two meet? How did you guys get together? How did the company react to the news of the relationship?

When the main course arrives, Namjoon switches gears by focusing the questions on only Jimin, asking his background, interests and his work. Jin adds in here and there but Taehyung remains quiet the whole time. He would stare intently at Jimin, frown and then look away. He would give you the same look, too, but he’s sitting too far away to actually ask you anything quietly.

During dessert, Jin stares at Jimin for long enough that the other man notices. “Do I have something on my face?”

Jin shakes his head. “No. You just look familiar.”

“I don’t think we’ve met before,” Jimin chuckles.

“Yeah, but I can’t shake this feeling off like I’ve seen you somewhere.” Jin tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “Hmm. I wonder where.”

“Me, too, hyung,” pipes in Taehyung, surprising you slightly since he’s been quiet this whole time. “The name, too. I’ve heard it somewhere.”

Jimin smiles politely. “My name is very common, especially for girls, actually.” He gives a lighthearted laugh, squeezing your hand under the table, a signal for you to say something.

“So, how long will you be in town, Jin?” you ask, diverting the group’s attention and it was enough to move away from the topic of Jimin. The rest of the night goes well and the both of you arrive at your place giddy with happiness.

Jimin heaves a relief sigh. “Well, I guess that went well.”

You beam up at him, both hands in his as you stop in front of the front door. “I think it did.”

He nods, gazing lovingly into your eyes. He pecks a kiss on the tip of your nose and you scrunch it up, giggling at him. He pecks another kiss to your forehead and you lean into him. Your heart is beating a little bit faster than usual, both nervous and excited for what’s to come next, what you will ask him for. You know he won’t, but you will. You think it’s time.

“Jimin,” you call him softly and he catches your lips in between his. You moan into him, feeling yourself melting into his front, his arms strong around your waist. He feels safe, like home.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he murmurs against your lips. “What was it you wanted to say, hm?”

“Well,” you say, suddenly shy, suddenly looking down at both of yours and his feet but you steel yourself and put on a brave front. He’s been so patient for you, you can do this for him. “Do you want to go inside for a cup of tea?”

Jimin smiles, his eyes giving you a knowing look. “I would love that.”

Inside, he insists on making the tea, telling you that he knows how to make it just the way you like it. You both sip the tea in silence at the kitchen island, exchanging glances over the rim of your cups like some kind of young teenagers flirting across the hall when you’re only sitting opposite each other. His eyes turn into little half-moons and you know he’s smiling behind the cup, the butterflies in your stomach kicking up a storm. Oh, you are very much in love and for a person at your age to feel like this for the first time, you think it was worth the wait.

You both finish the tea and you take the cups and saucers to the sink. You can feel yourself vibrating with nerves, your hands shaking a little making the cups rattle against the saucers. You place them in the sink and wonder about how to go about it. Do you outrightly ask him? Do you bring him up to the bedroom without saying anything? Do you invite him as a heads up? Ugh, how come there’s no manual for these things.

Your hand reaches for the faucet but Jimin’s hand catches your arm and you feel him press up behind you, warm and strong. With his other hand, he gently pulls back your hair from your shoulder and pins a kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. “Leave it, my sweetness,” he says into your ear. “We’ll think about the dishes later, why don’t we?”

You hum in response, closing your eyes and leaning your head back onto him, letting him kiss up your neck. You turn yourself around, placing your hands on his chest, feeling the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against your fingers. You look up at him through your lashes, heart in your throat, shaking so bad from…you’re not sure which, excitement or anxiety. He seems to know what you wanted to say by the small smile on his lips but he’s letting you take the lead.

“Do you…” you trail off, not even sure what to ask. You try again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you want to head upstairs?”

Jimin’s smiles widen. “Only if you take me there.”

A strong sudden urge to kiss him overwhelms you and you crash your lips onto his, roughly, desperately, wanting nothing more than to taste him more than you ever had. Your hands go everywhere; around his waist, around his neck, his chest, his arms while he holds you steady, moving backwards and somewhat blindly out of the kitchen with the two of you connected at the lips. When you pull apart to breathe, you’re already in the middle of your bedroom. Wow, that was fast. When did we climb up the stairs?

The bed is right behind you. Jimin leans his forehead against yours. “Are you sure about this?”

Your heart flutters, the anxiety now pushed aside by the anticipation building up from a place you’ve never truly explored. You nod your head once, breathing hard, your fingers fidgeting with a button on his shirt. Gently, ever so gently, Jimin lowers you to the bed, you in between his legs. You continue to make out, suddenly so very hungry for him, catching his tongue with yours everytime it slips in.

You undress him, plucking at one button at a time, your fingers clumsy. He does the same for your dress, pulling it off little by little until you’re in nothing but your underwear and him with his chest bare.

Jimin takes you in, nose flaring at the sight of you. You feel yourself shrink, making yourself smaller because no other man has ever seen you like this before. It’s daunting. Exciting, but scary.

Jimin buries his face in your neck, his hands gently caressing your bra strap and then your side. “White lace,” he breathes. “Did you put these on especially for me?”

You don’t answer, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. And other places. Jimin pulls back, sitting on his knees, looking down at you, raking his eyes from your head down to your toes. There’s a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite read but it makes you shiver. “You know,” Jimin says, eyes locked on yours, “some people say you wear white for your first time.” He chuckles, coming back down for your lips.

“I know,” you mumble. Jimin pauses to look at you, one eyebrow raised. “Because it is. My first time,” you say bashfully. “I…I hope that’s okay. For you.”

Jimin’s lips twitch upwards and you see a sort of change in his eyes. But it’s dark so you’re not sure. “Of course, my sweetness. Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

The words sounded odd to your ears, a little too commanding, a little too smug. But the moment Jimin’s lips are back on yours, his hands roaming your body, touching in places no one has ever touched before, your head goes completely blank except for thoughts of him, of Jimin, your lover, the one you’re finally sure of surrendering yourself fully; mind, body and soul.

You’re lost in the throes of heated passion, unaware that downstairs, inside your handbag where you left on the kitchen island, your phone is ringing for the third time in a row. Taehyung’s face is flashing across the screen because back at his place not thirty minutes away, while he lays across the sofa, wracking his brains about where Jimin seems awfully familiar, he had to scroll through his phone gallery. It had taken some time, going back years of pictures until he finally found it: the last photo of you standing in your childhood bedroom, leaving for the last time.

There in the background, placed on its side, is the forty by thirty painting of your imaginary friend, a blue ribbon tacked on one corner.

- - -

The room is filled with your loud moans, unable and probably don’t even care to keep your voice down because, fuck, his tongue feels so goddamn good.

You fist the sheets on either side of you, legs spread open by Jimin’s hands on your thighs, keeping them from closing around his head. He has two fingers in your cunt, pumping hard, in time with the flick of his tongue against your very swollen clit. You can hear how wet you are by the sloshing sound his fingers make and that alone is arousing to you. You alternate between moaning with your mouth clamped shut but when it gets too much, your mouth will fall open and the room echoes your voice back at you.

Jimin’s fingers feel so good, enough to make you feel full. In the back of your mind, you’re a little worried about when he finally enters you. How much would that hurt? He clamps down your clit and all thoughts escape through your ears, desperate to clamp your thighs shut but unable to.

With his fingers still jammed inside you, Jimin crawls up, trailing wet kisses up your torso and then letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “So sweet for me,” he coos, licking his lips. He curls his fingers upward, feeling your walls squeezing his digits. “And so tight.”

You mewl, squirming under him. You fumble for his fly, pulling the zipper down and hooking your fingers around the waistband of his pants, along with his boxers. He helps you pull them off of him, wiggling himself to let the materials fall loosely to his ankles. You sit up on your elbows and Jimin brings his hip to your face. Your eyes bulge at the sight of him; thick and long, precum leaking from the tip, sticking straight against his stomach.

“Open your mouth, sweetness,” he says, guiding your head with the back of his hand, sliding himself onto your tongue, hissing at the contact. “There you go, just like that. That’s a good girl.”

You place your hands on his thighs for support, eager to please. You may be a virgin but oral sex is something you enjoy giving. You start slow, teasing him with your tongue against his tip and only focusing on the head, sucking on it like your favourite lollipop. Jimin watches you through hooded eyes, hands on your shoulders. He lets out a muffled grunt as you flick your tongue against his frenulum, feeling the way his cock jumps from the pleasure.

You push yourself down his length, slowly, gauging how much you can take him without gagging. Adjusted, you start to bob your head. Jimin holds your head, both guiding and sometimes pushing your face as low as possible before you start to protest, gagging and slobbering all over his length. You can’t see it but he’s grinning ear to ear.

When he’s had enough, he pulls you up to kiss you, noticing how red your cheeks are, how your eyes see only him, and how your body is reacting to him. He gently pushes you down to the mattress, one hand behind your head. He leans backward to look at you. “How are you feeling?” he whispers against your lips.

“Good,” you whisper back, squirming under him, arms around his waist. “I want you, Jimin.”

He smirks but in your haze, you barely recognise it for what it is. “I know. I’ve been wanting you, too. For a long time.”

You nod, thinking that he had meant these past six months. You’re clawing at him, lightly scratching at his skin as he kisses your face, lowering himself down onto you. You’re so sensitive that at the touch of his pubic bone against yours, you gasp.

“Shh,” he says gently, thumb rubbing your temple. “Look at you. You’re shivering, baby. It’s okay. Relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

Something about his smile sends a shiver down your spine and instead of feeling comforted, panic bells have started ringing in the distance. Your heart rate spikes and suddenly you’re having second thoughts. You quell them down, fighting against yourself to backtrack now. No, he’s been patient enough. He deserves it. He’s the love of my life, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just nerves. Relax. Calm down. I want this. I want this. Right? You breathe slowly, nodding into his hand, desperate to find the solace you always feel when in Jimin’s presence. Where is it now?

“Jimin,” you squeak as he positions himself in between your legs, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs, massaging lightly as he presses your legs apart. You raise your head to look at him and in the dim light, Jimin’s eyes are so dark they’re like abysses as he looks back at you, a soft smile on his lips.

You feel him pressing against your hole and slowly pushes in. It stings and you throw your head back, eyes squeezed shut. Jimin stretches you out and it burns so much it feels like you are being torn open from the inside out and yet…yet it feels so excruciatingly delicious. All these years of holding back, of never finding the right person to give yourself fully to, and Jimin feels both like a reward and a punishment, like it’s both wrong and coming home at the same time your brain is going fuzzy. You feel him bottom out but the pain isn’t going away and at the same time a tingle is starting from somewhere deep within you.

Jimin remains unmoving, letting you adjust. The burning dulls a little bit but a fire has been lit up in the pit of your stomach. You wrap your legs around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close. You blink your eyes open and gasp. You blink a few more times but the sight that greets you never changes. Everything is dark. There’s nothing. You see nothing.

You look down towards where Jimin is in a panic but finds him grinning at you in a way that doesn't feel friendly. He starts laughing.

“Finally!” he exclaims, running a hand through his hair, pushing his hair back. “Years of waiting and it finally pays off. Patience is a virtue.”

“Wh- what’s going on?” your voice is shaking. “I don’t understand. What are you saying? What’s happening?”

Jimin leans down, arms on both sides of your head. His eyes are like two coals staring straight into your wet ones. “Oh, my sweetness. I let you have a little bit of freedom and you forget about me. But don’t worry. We’ll have all night to catch up.” He kisses you and your lips burn, moaning into him but he doesn’t relent. You feel his tongue licking inside your mouth and your eyes shoot open in alarm at the realisation that it’s a forked tongue. Just like that, the box of suppressed memories springs open and it all comes flooding in.

Pulling back, the same smug grin still on his face, Jimin whispers close to your face, “Do you remember now?”

Your eyes are like two saucers, staring back at him in horror. “No,” you shake your head, the tears creeping slowly down into your hairline. “No.”

Jimin’s lips spread wider. “Oh, yes, my sweetness.” He pulls out of you and starts to gently rock back and forth, ignoring your silent cries. The faster he moves, the more your body reacts, so much so that you pause in between the tears, confused. Your heart rejects him yet your body yearns for him, needs him to keep moving or you might wither away and die if he doesn’t. Your fists tightens around his upper arms, both in anger at the long deception as well as the desperation to let him know that you want more; more of him and more of what he can give.

It doesn’t take much for Jimin to get the message, the latter one, the grin only growing bigger, the satisfaction palpable even in his two obsidian eyes. He leans down to your face, fingers softly combing back your hair. “I know you’re angry at me, baby, but you can’t deny me either. You’ve promised me yourself.” He kisses your cheek and the spot feels like your skin might melt away. “I’ve only come to collect what’s mine. Heart, body and soul. Well, maybe not the heart. Not yet anyway. But all in due time, my sweetness. I’m a very patient man.”

“You’re not a man,” you gasp in between strokes, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from letting him know how good he’s making you feel. You can feel the girth of him, the length of him every time he buries deep, can feel the delicious stretch of your walls hugging him. Jimin only laughs, a deep rumbling that vibrates straight to your core and with that, you release your lip to let Jimin hear you.

- - -

When Taehyung arrived at your place at three in the morning, out of breath from cycling like hell, he was already too late.

The house was empty, void of anything that ever proved that you lived there; no clothes, no photos on the wall, no shoes and definitely no you. Only furniture left behind and food abandoned in the fridge. The police insisted that you must have run away with your lover and your workplace had no clue who Taehyung was talking about when he mentioned Park Jimin, looking at him like he had lost his mind.

“She quit,” the receptionist told him with an incredulous look, turning the PC monitor his way. “See? She sent this email talking about finding something new. It’s all a bit sudden and the boss is pissed. If you hear from her, tell her never to come around here unless she wants her head on a platter. Personally, for me though, I think she got balls of steel. You go, girl.”

Namjoon told him to quit worrying, that you’re an adult that can make your own life choices and take care of yourself. Jin just laughed when Taehyung showed him the photo of the painting from long ago, shaking his head and telling him he needs to get his eyes checked. Neither of them had any recollection of that dinner with Jimin. Except for him.

It took him six months to finally calm down enough for his brothers to stop worrying that he might need some serious intervention in the form of hospitalisation. He spent his days at work, pretending to be fine while at night he scoured the internet and the dark web for any signs of you, barely sleeping, one wall of the spare bedroom at his place covered with any clues and hints and circled maps of places he’s searched in.

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On the other side of the veil, you watch your childhood best friend struggle to find you to death, sitting next to Jimin on the throne, your hand in his as his underlings worship his feet.

As the dark lord of the underworld, Jimin lavishes you with anything and everything your heart desires, loves you like no man ever could and satisfies you every night like gods themselves are pounding into you. You smile when he kisses you, look demurely as he holds you and pulls him closer each night under the cover.

You see Jimin in all his underworld glory; a king with a black heart, tattered black wings that spans six feet on either side when he’s enraged, eyes like the abyss when he’s staring deep into your claimed soul. You’re his; mind, body and soul, as promised.

And yet…

Each night, you realise you’re getting better and better at slipping away without him noticing, coming back into the human world, into Taehyung’s spare room with the maze of threads all over one wall. You’re getting good at moving small objects, like a pen or a pencil. And even that marker Taehyung uses to circle cut up articles and places on the map.

One day, you’ll be able to send him an SOS, a message for him to help you cut yourself free. But in the meantime, you’ll sit quietly in Jimin’s arms, pretending like you hate where you are, pretending like you’re not in love.

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94blazed · 1 year ago

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OBSESSION

PART 2

WC: 13.5K

Genre: smut. fluff. crack. angst. (switch pov)

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom jk, rough sex, detailed smut, oral, toxicity, cursing, choking, slapping, spitting, nipple play, hickeys, unprotected, fingering, multiple orgasms, cock warming, simps, obsession, slight yandere, dirty talk, depression, alcohol; consumption.

Summary: Seven wednesday jungkook. You and Jungkook have been delusional about each other your whole lives, but when Jungkook is off the market, you start to wonder if it was all just one-sided. After the break-up with sohee, you became friends with benefits right after a simple hookup, but when he receives a text from his ex..

a/n: final part of the two part series! - no hate to sohee this is fiction! enjoy ! :D

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Jungkook received a notification.

- unknown: Do you like her?

- JK: who is this?

- unknown: Sohee.

- sohee: Y/N, do you like her?

- JK: why are you asking me this?

- sohee: because I still want us.

Jungkook pauses for a moment to glance at you, but you were too busy looking at the movie.

- JK: how did you get my number?

- sohee: how about you?

- JK: what?

- sohee: do you still want us?

- sohee: come outside.

Jungkook looks at you for a moment before he opens his mouth. "hey, I'll be right back. The pizza got here." you furrow your brows a bit, you could've sworn there wasn't a knock at the door, but he must have used the app, so you shrugged it off.

jungkook's pov:

Unlocking the door, you made sure no water got inside from the pouring rain. As you closed the door, you heard her speak up, "You don't want to come under my umbrella?" "No. what are you doing here, Sohee?" "I just wanted to see y-" "cut the bullshit. what did you actually come here for?" "Jungkook, do you actually like her?" After a brief pause, you replied, "Yeah, I do. why is it your concern?" she retorted "It's just...she's such a groupie whore. I mean, remember the way she used to look at you when we were together," she laughed.

"Remember how she would always be all up on Namjoon and Jimin? It's like she was attempting to keep track of who was the next fuck on her schedule" With a clenched jaw, you responded, "Sohee, you're so obsessed it's concerning. You do know those are her best friends, right? and me? we were a thing before you came along." you laugh "I'm honestly glad you were the one who fucked up" Sohee rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. so make up your mind, Jeon. Who's it going to be?"

y/n pov :

"Did he go help deliver the pizza? what is taking so long?" You get up and make your way to the front door. peeking from the blinds, you withdraw yourself from the window, opening the door, you ask, "What's going on?" Jungkook snaps his head towards your direction, while sohee smirks. "Oh, he didn't tell you? He wants to get back together. said you were only temporary." Before you look at him for any reaction, you slam the door as you begin to search for your keys. Tears on edge, but you refuse to let them fall, thinking that this was all going down the drain once again.

Hearing the door slam, the creaking of the floorboards grew louder with each step. "y/n, whatever she said, it isn't true," he says. pausing, you met his gaze, tears threatening to spill. "No, she's right. I felt like this was only to please our pleasures once again. temporary." "y/n" he says grabbing onto your arms "this isn't temporary. It never felt temporary. Yeah, maybe before, maybe. but this moment to me right now feels endless. I don't know if you feel the same way about this, but I don't want this to end. not again" You didn't want to entertain your hopes, because when you did, it only led to disappointment. but this time, at this moment, it felt different. "Sohee wants me back after everything, but she was in the wrong, yet I know my worth. You showed me my worth."

Pausing, he looks into your eyes, never losing focus. "You've been my worth since the first time we met. I came to the realization that these aren't feelings of pleasure. They're more than just pleasing, and every time I would see you, be around you, hear your voice. I would feel this warm, bubbly feeling every time, and it never failed to come upon me." As he confesses his feelings, you felt the same way, yet a question lingered.. "why didn't you tell me about Sohee?" "Because I was scared, y/n. I overanalyzed the situation and feared rejection, so I needed a distraction. a distraction from you." Although his response stings, you couldn't suppress your response any longer.

"It hurt, Jungkook, seeing you with her, especially after all that we have done together. You had the opportunity to prevent this situation, but you made it even more difficult than it already was. that night you introduced us to Sohee? was the night I intended to confess my feelings for you. I liked you a lot, Jeon, but then you and Sohee happened, and I had to know my place."

As the two of us sat in silence, the sound of the rain grew louder by the second.

He swallowed thickly before speaking. "You're right, and I admit it I feel like an absolute idiot an asshole at that for not putting more effort into us. I thought finding a distraction would help my situation, but it only made it worse. for you and me." tilting your head in confusion, he continued, "You know, ever since I got with Sohee, it didn't feel the same as what we had. It's like I had a void in my heart that has only grown with each passing day, month, and year. I believe it was the guilt that I had for not taking responsibility for our relationship."

"So, yeah, Sohee and I have been over since New Year's. She left me for her ex the same night before the final countdown. I've been emotionally drained since that night and looking back on what I had before, It was you who filled the voids. You made me feel needed back then and now. So, yes, this is a confession, and right now, in this moment, I'm hoping you feel the same." Looking into your eyes for confirmation.

The tears from before finally broke through. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment," you said, reflecting the same smile. He embraced you by the waist. Enjoying the moment he gradually released his grip around your waist.

With a gentle gesture, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, as he finally whispers the words you've been waiting for since the beginning, "so, does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" You withdrew slightly, allowing yourself to meet his gaze with a smile. Latching your hand around his neck, you pulled him into a kiss. "Does that answer your question?"

Throwing you that bunny smile, he replied "No but I'll take it" he said jokingly, latched back onto your lips, melting into your embrace, not caring about how drenched he was from the rain. He lifted his thumb and gently pulled down on your lower lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, tongue against yours. As he tapped your leg, you eagerly jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping the curve of your ass. He then proceeded to guide you to the edge of the bed, where he lowered you onto the plush mattress.

Jungkook pulled back for a moment to remove his drenched sweater, revealing his black compression shirt. loving the way the wet fabric clung to his abs that you admired so much. Resuming, he placed his hand under your chin to kiss you at a better angle. With his other hand, he smoothly slid it under your shirt, caressing your belly before cupping your breast.

Letting go of your lips, he slowly lifts up your top, revealing your girls. Officially you were wearing a lace bra with the detachable hook between the valley of your breasts. Detaching the clip he watches them bounce as they were held together. without wasting any time, he dives into them, starting with your left nipple, the contact never fails to make you moan. Of course, he didn't forget the right one, and with a pinch and pull, you were sent over the edge.

With a pop, he resumed cleaning up his left over saliva, tongue collecting every drop, tongue not leaving your chest he dragged it down between your breasts, over your belly, and arrived at the button on your pants. On his knees, he tugged on the material with his teeth, looking up through hooded eyes. "May I?" giggling, you land your hand on the top of his head. "You may." he undid your pants and flung them behind him. Now, looking at his favorite pair of panties that he loves so much. He honestly didn't want to rip through them, so he gently hooked them under his fingers and slowly pulled them down over your knees. Dropping them to your ankles, he picked them up and put them on the nightstand next to him. He slowly spreads your legs wide enough to observe the arousal you've accumulated down your folds, without noticing how he licked his lips—making him want to devour you whole. He lowers himself to suck on your inner thigh, biting in chunks and nibbles. Finally getting close to your pussy, you jolt when you feel a glob of spit trickle down your folds, you can't help but moan. Kook takes his fingers to his mouth, taking out his tongue to stroke in between his V-shaped fingers to demonstrate your pussy. putting them into his mouth, collecting all the saliva he can, and places them on your clit, as you whine at the feeling, slipping them down and inside your hole.

Squirming a bit he grabs your thigh securely, preventing you from moving. Sucking in a breath, you feel his tongue toying with your clit, the coldness of his lip ring swiping against your folds making it even more difficult to be still; "Baby stop moving," you're trying, really trying. Plunging his fingers deeper, he adds another to watch you struggle. With the way he's impacting your pussy, you instinctively tangle your fingers through his hair. Now imagine when he's in balls deep, interrupting your train of thought he nibbles on your clit. His tongue now has taken the place of his fingers, hand coming around your thighs to rub at your clit "god this fucken pussy" whimpering you feel that familiar burning sensation in your belly building by the second "ju-jungkook im gonna cum" letting go of your clit, he looks up into your gaze, "then cum my pretty girl" and that fucken name has you coming undone, “so wet.. all for me yeah?” jungkook drank up your arousal like he hadn't drank in years.

stabilizing yourself, you look up to see Jungkook already in his boxers, simply by the contour of his cock has your climax developing once more, walking up against you, pussy now against his clothed cock, he speaks "Tell me y/n. what exactly is it that you want, hmm?" "You jungkook" slapping your pussy, he answers. "You're going to have to be more specific than that my love?. I'm going to ask you once more." Leaning down, he swipes his tongue along your earlobe, "what specifically do you want y/n?" not hesitating you answer, "your cock jungkook. your big fucken cock," heart now hammering at the thought of his cock tearing every last bit of your sanity, "you got it baby."

He finally dropped his boxers to the ground, the sound of his dick smacking against his abdomen echo's around the room. positioning himself, he finally sinks into you, both letting out a synchronized moan. Slipping through your core Jungkook let's out a groan, "f-fuck this pussy never ceases to amaze me." sucking in a breath at the burning sensation you composed yourself knowing this would only last for a moment. Pussy clenching Jungkook hisses at the feeling, "oh, fuckkk do that again". "Go faster and I'll do it," Jungkook cracked open an eye. "Oh really?" he stated "Yes, pleasee" you added. Jungkook complied, but instead, he wrapped his tatted hand around your throat, applying slight pressure on your airway. "alright then, answer this. who does this pussy belong to?" he asked. "Yours, Jungkook, '' you responded. As the pace picked up, he tightened his grip, making it difficult to breathe. "Do you desire this cock? or do you want me to stop?" he asked. "NO, no, I'm sorry," you replied. "Then I'll ask again. who does this pussy belong to? Who do YOU belong to?" he says in a firm tone, tightening his grip on your throat, "YOU JUNGKOOK, it has always been you. I belong to you completely, every inch and every breath in my body." you responded, "That's right baby, you belong to me and no one else. every inch." He released his grip, allowing you to catch your breath, as he increased the pace. Jungkook then leaned in to bite the salty skin of your neck, leaving a few territorial marks. Slowly pulling you flush against his chest, as an instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he positions himself against the headboard.

"Jungkook, faster," you commanded. He complied, proceeding to deliver a rapid speed that consistently aimed at your g-spot. Instinctively, you dug your nails into his back, eliciting a pleasurable groan from jungkook, He gradually released your hips, allowing you to take control and ride him. As you tighten your grip on his length, obscene noises uncontrollably spill from his lips, struggling to articulate his pleasure. "shit y/n just like that baby" He gently raises your hips, grinding thickly into your walls making sure he can see his bulge plunging through your belly. “fuck fuckk kook just like that” “yeah?” you couldn’t even speak at that point. Drunk on his cock.

Clenching tighter, he utters, "fuck it's the way that you can ride." You sense the pressure building, "kook I'm close, please." he leans in for a reassuring kiss. "Hold on a little longer, my love. I'm ngh-almost there." you reach a point where your entire body is stuttering. Despite the strain, you feel his cock twitch, knowing that his climax is near. With a few more strokes, he reaches, "now ruin me baby" releasing the pressure you smear his abdomen while he simultaneously paints your walls. Exhausted, he collapses on top of you, cock still inside, as you both pant in unison.

After both of you have stabilized your breathing, you gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, lifting his head to meet your gaze. chin resting on your chest, you maintain eye contact and offer a smile before bringing him in for a kiss. "How was it?" he asked. "as always, my love, perfect," you respond with a smile. "hmm good," he replies as he pecks your nose as he slowly withdraws from you, hissing at the feeling of emptiness. He proceeds to the bathroom to prepare a warm rag to clean you with, and although you are still sensitive, you comply. As you sometimes spend the night, you have clothes stored in the dresser next to his. After dressing, you help change the sheets while he cleans himself.

After cleaning up the mess you two created, both of you slide into bed. Allowing him to hold you, with his arms encircling your waist, tracing circles beneath the soft material of your shirt. He plants a kiss on your hair uttering, "I have loved you since day one." You smile at this heartwarming sensation, holding onto his arm until you drift off to sleep. From that day forward, the routine has remained unchanged.

PRESENT

July ‘23

You two moved into your apartment, sohee was nowhere to be seen since that day. This year, you all graduated from university and celebrated with a party for the occasion, alongside other colleagues. You and Jungkook are content to be together. "I fetched you a smirnoff screwdriver. sorry, it was the only one they had left," you smile kissing his cheek. "kook, it's okay. I appreciate it a lot thank you" but before he can respond, Jimin inserts himself by sitting between the two of you. “so what are you two love birds talking about?” Jungkook rolls his eyes while you chuckle at the remark. “nothing jimin what do you want” “Nothing I'm just curious about what you got my best friend for her graduation gift” jungkook raises an eyebrow "Well, I was just about to mention it-" "Do not hesitate, Jungkook. please share" namjoon interrupts "I was just-" "well go on" jin inserts “I WAS JUST GETTING THERE” everyone laughs at jungkooks outburst, "someone offer him a tequila shot," taehyung yells "even tequila can't help that," Hobi responds.

“well, I just wanna say I’m happy for you two, as always jungkook. you better not break her heart or I’ll kick your ass” “Yeah yeah like that’s gonna happen” “Keep it that way” jimin replies, blowing a kiss to you farewell as he returns to the kitchen. “I’m sorry he’s a little overprotective” "It’s okay I understand, I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt you either. but on another note, I do have a gift for you though" he grins, lending you his hand, taking it, together you made your way through the group of individuals that occupied the living room and into the neon uv-lit hallway. This is Jin's residence, which he rents out seven rooms, all of which are occupied by the other boys except for one that was reserved for the two of you; and that’s where you two were headed. opening the door, you spot a small white piece of paper resting on the bed before you. approaching, you grasp the paper. only to see the bold lettering 'SURPRISE' curious about this surprise, you turn around but were directed to take a seat on the bed. you observe jungkook removing his shirt, of course, you can’t complain, but questioned, “babe what are you doing?”

“It's Saturday baby, 7 days a week, remember?”

“fuck”

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a/n: obviously she was still sore from yesterday lol . but thank you sm for reading this little series of mine! I hope you enjoyed ! all feedback is appreciated <3

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spookyserenades · 1 year ago

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hi dana, i hope you are well today <3 trouville is such a great fic! you are an immaculate writer so i only assume you have immaculate taste. do you have any ot7 fic recs?

p.s. i’m sorry if you have already been asked this 🙈

Hiya honey, I hope you're doing well too! Thank you so much for your sweet words about Trouvaille and my writing, you're so kind, and thank you for reading as well!! 💜🥰

I have MANY fics I've been dying to recommend on this blog, some of my favorites, and I hope you don't mind if I use this ask as a fic rec post!! As a warning, most of these will be 18+, so please read the warnings on the original post of each fic before interacting.

OT7:

So I haven't read many OT7 fics over the years (strangely enough) but I have three I've read recently I'd like to recommend!

Abundance - by @angelicyoongie This is also an OT7 hybrid fic that I've enjoyed, I particularly like the way the author has written the MC and the way they have divided the hybrids into certain "packs". A sweet (and spicy) read!

Lovesick - by @angelicyoongie Another one by angelicyoongie, this is a yandere fic, so if you like darker subject matter and characters, you'll LOVE this story! I'm totally hooked on this one, I think it is very well done and has a carefully (and intricately) crafted plot!

Everything Falls (Into Place) - by @blog-name-idk I read this fic literally in one sitting. The whole day passed me by and I had the best time. It's an OT7 x reader roommate au! Love the characterization of each of the boys, their relationships with each other, and I must mention the "extra" story the author has written for Seokjin is one of my favorite Seokjin fics I've read in a while (I love how this author in particular writes Seokjin)

Multi-Member:

Florescence - by @jincherie Ongoing; Taejin x reader, jincherie has been one of my favorite authors on Tumblr for years. There will be many fics of their's I'll list on this post, but jincherie has written some of my favorite hybrid!au fics! This one is especially sweet, I really love the way the author has a realistic slow development of trust between the MC and Taejin.

Namjoon:

Partners - by @btssmutgalore Nerdy, shy Namjoon x extroverted, party girl reader in this ongoing fic; I loveeee this series so much and have been following along for a long time! I really like the way this author has tackled some complicated conversations between characters, and has worked hard to not gloss over conflict or confrontation, and just the general realism of this story. So good!

To Tame A Fox - by @jamaisjoons Veryyyy kinky, tattooed and pierced dom Namjoon in this fic. I believe this is a college/slice of life oneshot! Super steamy and this author I would say has a way with their beautiful, extensive vocabulary. This is another author worth going through their entire masterlist, particularly if you like fics that read like intricate novels!

Oh, honey! - by @yoongiofmine Sugar daddy Namjoon (and a little Hoseok in there too) This is another fic series I read in one sitting! A really fresh and unique take on a sugar daddy fic, Namjoon is a sweetheart and heartbreakingly sexy in this. Author finds perfect balance between budding romance and steamier scenes that will have you melting into a puddle!

The Bodyguard - by @rmnamjoons Bodyguard Namjoon and ambassador reader; there are many words to describe this piece, but the one I can think best to sum it up is EPIC. Like, truly a masterpiece and absolutely beautiful. I adore Namjoon's characterization in this fic, he is adoring and swoonworthy. I beg you, read this fic- the author put so many gorgeous details into this piece and it is amongst my favorite fics I've ever read.

Seokjin:

Silly Kitty - by @jincherie Hybrid!Seokjin x reader! A fluffy one-shot that will totally lodge its way into your heart. I must have read this fic a dozen times over the years, the author is just truly one of my favorites. I adore her friendship with Jeongguk in this fic, as well, and the humor is spot on! jincherie's hybrid universe is amongst my favorites created.

A Lullaby on Canvas - by @jincherie Siren!Seokjin x reader, smut! Another by jincherie, I love this Seokjin. He's spellbinding and adorable, and the smut is *fans self* wow... jincherie has the unique ability to weave fantasy concepts into "slice of life" seamlessly. I cannot recommend their stories enough.

Pride and Fidget Spinners - by @kpopfanfictrash Slice of life, Seokjin and reader work in a mall, enemies to lovers! This fic would definitely make my top five in BTS fics. Shanna does really amazing work, and her writing is gorgeous and alway a blast to read. This fic has it all; its hilarious, romantic, high-energy, and the characters are vibrant and full of life. Going through Shanna's masterlist is another wonderful idea; not only are her BTS fics fantastic, but she writes amazing stories for EXO and Got7 as well that I love, too!

Platonic - by @joheunsaram College au, friends to lovers, brat tamer Seokjin, bratty reader; this series is sooo addicting! The reader and Seokjin can be a little clueless about their feelings for one another in this series (which is endearing!), and I absolutely adore their ride-or-die dynamic. Steamyyy smut and I love this version of dom!Seokjin; the whole series is written so well. An immediate favorite.

01_ The Gamer's Rules - by @orangie-drabbles Smut, part of a collab! I cannot even describe how awesome this fic is. Characterization of Seokjin is absolutely spot-on. I love the sort of subtle soulmate vibes in this story, the smut is super hot, and the plot was exciting, fresh, and completely unique and interesting. The author is very good at describing vibrant imagery. Love it!

Birthright - by @jimilter Vampire Seokjin!!!! That should honestly be all you need to read this fic. Seokjin is breathtakingly enchanting in this, and I love the lore and the effort that went into world building that author put into this fic. Romantic, sexy, gothic, and perfect.

The Light of Dead Stars - by @ahundredtimesover Arranged marriage AU! BEAUTIFULLY DONE FIC. I mean seriously, it reads like a novel! The author does a really nice job of letting relationships blossom slowly and organically in this fic, and puts a unique spin on the arranged marriage au. So many beautiful details, excellent story telling, and just pure joy to read.

Hoseok:

Transference - by @dark-muse-iris therapist!Hoseok x reader, shibari; series. THIS IS MY FAVORITE BTS FIC EVER WRITTEN. I could scream it from the rooftops; I mean I wish I knew how to bind books because I'd bind this one in velvet. I love it so much, and have read it countless times over the years. This is my absolute FAVORITE characterization of Hoseok I have ever read, and I tell every one I know who is into BTS to read it. Super well done, thoroughly researched and incredibly informative, it's just pure perfection. Absolute fave.

Heartbeat - by @joonbird gang!au, ongoing series! This is an instant classic, joonbird always writes really exciting fics with intricate and immersive plots. Hoseok is bad-boy sexy in this, and the author writes really gorgeous angst, realistic dialogue, and knows how to navigate tricky confrontational situations. The smut is super hot, and Hoseok is devastatingly charming- this series is not for the weak!

Yoongi:

Eargasm - by @lavishedinjimin phone sex operator Yoongi x reader, smut (also, read part two to this fic if you enjoy, it's also whew!) Just so. Wow... Definitely steamy! Very clever on the author's part to choose Yoongi for this fic, with his gravelly, sexy voice. A unique plot, and very enjoyable will they/won't they moments.

Three Tangerines - by @kithtaehyung brother's best friend!au. 3tan is an instant classic! Love the version of Yoongi this author has written, he's both edgy and sexy, as well as introspective and soulful simultaneously. This is an ongoing series, and the slow development of complex emotions reads both realistic and perfectly natural. Yoongi is sexy as hell, and the MC is strong and easy to relate to. If you're Yoongi biased, this series is a must-read.

Inheritance - by @jincherie hybrid!Yoongi x reader. Lots of fluff, and another lovely series by jincherie. I adore the story and all of the emotions that are featured in this series. Watching Yoongi open up over the course of this series is a delight.

Jimin:

Tentacledipity - by @jincherie alien!au, soulmate!au, ongoing series. Like I mentioned earlier, this author does an amazing job with fantasy plot lines (or in this case, sci-fi) I don't read too many maknae line fics, but this one is my absolute favorite Jimin fic. I love the MC's borderline bratty behavior, and Jimin's carefully constructed patience that MC consistently tries to break down. A treat!

Taehyung:

Mystery Gang; Unsolved - by @jincherie paranormal!au! This series is my SHIT, I love the spookiness, the friendship between the reader and Taehyung, and how flirty Tae is. The humor is also very much there, which helps break up any tension brought on by the paranormal aspects of the plot. Romantic, funny, and a bit angsty!

Bibliotheque - by @joonbird college!au, rivals to lovers. Love the slow build to romance in this oneshot. I think about this fic every time I'm in a library LOL. Taehyung is written irresistibly, and the romance scenes are intense thanks to the slow build to romance over the course of the story. Peak boyfriend vibes from Tae here!

Jeongguk:

Wanted - by @jincherie alien!au, series! This takes place in the same universe as Tentacledipity, and is my favorite Jeongguk fic. I love how the author wrote Jeongguk in this series, the perfect combination of boyish mischief and steady confidence. Again, the world building is inspirational and fun to visualize!

These are just my absolute favorites I can remember off the top of my head at the moment, but I'd love to take more time and find some more of my favorites that I've read over the years. I hope you and everyone who reads this post checks out these wonderful authors and stories and enjoy them just as much as I do! And, thank you to all of the authors I've mentioned for your hard work and beautiful writing all these years. 💘💜

#bts fic rec #fic rec #asks #dana's thoughts #the ratio of seokjin fics to everyone else lmaoooooooo #i swear i'm a hyung line bias.... joon's my ult... but there's just SOMETHING about seokjin fics they hit different #lmao !!!#feel free to send me some of your favorite fics as well #esp maknae line #i haven't read enough maknae line fics!!!#can u tell i love jincherie lmao

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years ago

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Helsinki Chapter 12: Help me forget.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: SMUT (marked, if you want to skip), dom Yoongi, sub reader, slightly bratty reader, sexually frustrated reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (DON'T DO IT, YOONGI PULLS OUT), marking, Yoongi being a fuck lord as a side hustle I swear, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, I think OC might have blacked out at the end, Don't worry there's heart melting aftercare.

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 5k words

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A/n: Welcome back to the land of Mafia Min Yoongi. To thank you all for sticking with me, I bring you 5000 words of straight filth 🤭 I'm coming back with a bang and I'm not mad about it. I have missed my babies, and my readers so much, and I'm hoping I can be more regular and responsible with this series this year. I love you all so much!

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Jin’s curved fingers traced their way up your arm as you flinched under the unwelcome familiar touch. You struggled to move, willing, no, begging your body to spring into motion. But it refused, stuck in some imaginary bounds that your resolve withered away against.

You tried to speak, to call out in a situation you couldn’t move in. But who were you supposed to call? In the very back of your mind, you knew that there was a certain person who’d come to you immediately. All you had to do was call out for him. But what name were you to use for this mystery man? What was his name? You wracked your brain.

All the while, you felt your body going limp, the foreign hands on your airway squeezing, squeezing. When almost the last of the life drained out of you, realization hit you. There was no person to call out to.

“Yoongi!” you shook yourself awake to the name that had evaded you in your dream for so long.

“Yoongi?” you called out again. You were back in the faintly familiar room in the penthouse. What had happened? Was it all actually a dream? Your fingers ghosted over the place his fingers had maimed you, and found little crescent marks on your sore skin. There was no way it was a dream.

You swung your legs off the bed, stumbling to your feet as a wave of dizziness hit you. But you clutched onto the nightstand, refusing to go back down as you shut your eyes and took a few steps towards the door. Your knee bumped into the bedframe, and a string of colorful curses formed in your brain.

You peeked from underneath your lashes, the door was right there. You had to see Yoongi. The panic in your heart would not settle down until you did. Just a few more steps.

But you didn’t need to take even one more, as the door opened at that moment, a wide eyed, disheveled Yoongi standing in the way.

“Y/n…” he began, undoubtedly to scold you.

“Shut up. Get over here.” you beat him to it, planting your hands on your hips as you fixed him with a cross gaze.

“Wha-” Yoongi tried protesting, but his legs were already carrying him to you. “What is it?”

Wordless, you raised your hand to his face, faltering for a second before you decided to let it rest on his shoulder. Yoongi’s eyes followed your movement, a little confused, but patient enough to wait till your hand sat on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much softer this time around.

“I had a nightmare.” you said, still not meeting his eyes. Instead you found yourself looking at his soft lips.

“Oh?” he didn’t know what to say to that. He had nightmares, of course. It was a given when you did the things he did. But he had always told himself to suck it up, turned to the other side and fallen asleep again. “About what?”

Your finger traced upwards softly, stopping just at the collar of his shirt, toying with the button there, still not meeting his gaze, the feeling of his warmth under your hand serving as the anchor you needed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you whispered, pulling yourself closer to him, just an inch, just enough to feel him slightly.

You felt his hands skim up your hips and grasp onto your waist. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he reiterated.

You met his gaze, a thousand questions clouding your gaze. What had happened? And more importantly why had it happened? “Where were you Yoongi?” you asked him. You weren’t accusing him of anything. But you did want to know. You wanted to know why he had left you alone like that. You felt your stomach turn at the very thought of what would have happened if Yoongi hadn’t showed up the moment he had. “Where were you?” you repeated.

Yoongi felt something crash around him. Your soft expression and meek voice held no hostility to him. He knew he deserved more than just the weak question you had posed, yet his heart thudded as if he had just stepped on an active mine. Where had he been? Why did he always have to be at the wrong place when it came to you? Why hadn’t he been at the supermarket when you bumped into Seokjin, and why hadn’t he been the one in the car instead of Taehyung? Why were you always in dangerous or upsetting situations because of him? Were the two deals worth a few millions more precious than you?

“I’m so sorry y/n.” his reply seemed choked, the questions in his mind making it hard to speak.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to hear apologies. You were done with him apologizing for everything. Why would he let things like this happen?

Yoongi felt panic claw at him. What did that silent gesture mean?

But the real panic set in when you removed your hand from his shoulder and took a step back, pushing his hands to fall back empty at his side.

“Y/n, wait. Don’t do this.” He pleaded.

“Don’t do what Min?” you tilted your head to the side. “What am I doing? Other than being the smallest, most worthless pawn on the whole chessboard, what is it that I’m doing?”

“The most worthless pawn?” Yoongi scoffed, moving towards you, his hands reaching for you. You took a tentative step backwards. “You’re really thick if you think you’re worthless after all that’s been happening.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards, your insecurities creeping in as if the panic you were already in wasn’t enough. You didn’t know what to do. This was all so overwhelming. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry yourself to sleep and hope that this was all a nightmare.

You sat down on the bed, leaving Yoongi to tower over you, wondering how he could fix this. He had never wished he had more people skills. For him, brutality and force had always gotten the job done. But he wanted to be gentle to you. Comfort you because he could see you were hurting.

But then you gave him the opening he was looking for. You patted the place next to you, wordlessly asking him to sit with you. He didn’t waste a second more, and was next to you immediately.

You looked at him, face serious and stoic. “I don’t think I can keep picking myself up like this Yoongi.”

He nodded. He understood. It was his job to keep you safe, not yours. Not for now.

“I’m scared. Every day I’ve been with you, I’ve been scared. I’ve even been scared of you. Terrified. And that’s not gone yet. But you have bigger evils behind you. And I can’t handle all of this. I’ve never had to…”

Of course you hadn’t had to. Your brother would rip out the eyes of any dangerous person who’d stumble your way in a 3 mile radius. Well, except the time he didn’t and here you were.

(SMUT)

“Tell me how to fix it.” Yoongi said softly.

You had no answer to that. But you wanted to do something. Anything. Your dancing gaze came to rest on his lips again. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, apparently out of the blue.

That was definitely not the answer either of you expected.

A flash of the memory of your lips against his own, in the untroubled sanctuary of Taehyung’s mansion replayed in his mind, and Yoongi was kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You were eager as him, moving your lips in sync with his, moulding against him like second nature.

There were his hands again, warm against your skin, caressing your hands, giving comfort the only way he knew how.

You sighed as you pulled away, letting yourself linger in his closeness for a moment longer, the fire that had just started raging in your stomach not letting you go too far.

But when Yoongi’s delicate lips chased after yours for the first moment when you pulled away, your resolve left you and you were clutching his collar, pulling him to you again. This time you were more demanding, the dance of your tongues adding to the rhythm of your lips. Your fists still strong in his shirt and your lips demanding dominance.

Yoongi let you take the lead, ever the gentleman, as he occupied himself in pulling you onto himself as best as he could with only his sense of touch to guide him. You did the rest, scooting into a more comfortable position as you pulled yourself onto his lap, your mouth still occupied.

His firm hands kneaded the flesh at your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him. You broke away, gasping for breath, regarding his pink face and lidded eyes.

You wanted him. In this moment, it was impossible not to.

His eyes met yours. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, still giving you a way to back out.

You nodded. You wanted this. You knew it.

Yoongi nodded along, bringing his hand to cup your face, smiling softly at the way you leaned into his touch.

He took charge then, gently guiding you off his lap and onto the bed, till you were lying comfortably on your pillows and he was hovering above you.

“I want you to shut off your brain and focus on me okay?” his voice had a way of getting deeper when he was turned on.

“Okay” you whispered.

“Good girl.” He bent down and pecked your lips, sending a little shiver of want through you.

“Arms up.” He said, guiding your dress off you, leaving you in your undergarments under his heated gaze. His hands wasted no time slipping underneath you and unhooking the bra sliding it off your arms. His hands cupped your breasts as you swallowed, eyes following his hands, his beautiful hands on your body.

Once in a while, you’d look up at his face and heat would pool to your core at how dark his gaze was.

“Does this feel good?” he rasped.

“Yeah…”

One of his hands came higher, caressing the sore marks on your throat. Before you could flinch away, his warm mouth was on them, kissing the very spots Seokjin had abused. The added tenderness made you sensitive enough to shudder underneath him as his deft tongue came in contact with the bruises, licking them and soothing them with kisses.

“Yoongi…” you breathed, the fresh smell of his hair filling your nose. You swallowed.

He didn’t answer, choosing instead to hum against your neck. “Ohhh” you gasped.

The tingles in your body were running rampant. You wanted him in other places. And you wanted him now. But he seemed determined to take his time. You tilted your body slightly to feel where his legs were, and felt one of his thighs between your legs.

Jackpot.

You squirmed a little lower so that his thigh was resting right against your sex. One more lick against the newer bruises Yoongi was biting into your skin had you grinding against his clothed leg.

Yoongi let it slide the first couple of times but when your grinding turned rhythmic and desperate, he growled and pushed off you, leaning on his arms and fixing you with a stern look.

“Be patient.” He almost scolded.

“I can’t!” you countered.

“You will.” He commanded and his hand pushed your chin upwards, his thumb putting the slightest of pressures on your windpipe.

Your body reacted in two polar opposite ways. Your eyes shot open in fright, but your pussy just got impossibly wet, to the extent you had to clench your thighs together, cushioning Yoongi’s leg between them.

“It’s okay.” He realized he had scared you, “It’s me.” He kissed your forehead, hand still holding your face the same way, “I won’t hurt you.”

His reassurance had your heart fluttering. He wouldn’t hurt you, you trusted him. You nodded.

“I know.”

“Now be good” Yoongi said, as he traced his previous path, going lower till he was nestled between your breasts. You let out a breathy laugh as his breath tickled your sensitive nipples. You felt him smile against your skin before he began his new mission of marking you up between your cleavage. It felt different here, not nearly as wild. Maybe because he himself was much slower, taking his time. Or maybe because since this was somewhere that hadn’t already been abused, your heart wasn’t beating in panic.

But it soon got too much again. You were trying to be still, trying to focus only on his lips and tongue on you. But the lust was too much. You needed friction against your core and you needed it now.

“Yoongi please.” You whimpered.

Yoongi tsked and looked up at you. “What do you want now, kitten.”

You scoffed. As if he had given you what you wanted last time. “You know what I want.” You breathed. He shook his head. “Do you know what I do to impatient, needy brats?” he asked.

You gasped. Did he just call you a brat? When you were being so good?

“What?” you challenged.

“I make them beg for it. Do you wanna beg for it?” he asked sweetly, his fingers tracing pointless little butterflies on your tummy.

“I’m already begging.” You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi laughed at that. That wasn’t a good natured laugh at all. That was more of a challenge. You shivered. “We’ll see about that.”

And his lips were on you again, taking one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

You arched your back against him. This was cruel. He was cruel.

But you would be lying if you said it wasn’t the best you had felt in days.

He alternated between your boobs for what felt like an eternity, until you were moaning his name under your breath so much that you were convinced that was the only word you knew.

There was no way this wasn’t affecting him. You realized, you could just reach down and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Yoongi bit your nipple. You yelped.

His hands clasped around your wrists and yanked them up above your head. “You really are a brat.”

“How did you…” you argued.

“Shhh.” He crashed onto your lips, invading your mouth immediately, stealing away your ability to talk and your breath. You shut your eyes and let him ravage you till you couldn’t breathe. You clutched onto his shoulders, your nails biting into his soft skin. He pulled away.

“The only thing I want to hear from that pretty mouth is my name.”

You blushed. How was he having this effect on you?

You nodded, speechless. He smirked. “Good little pet.”

You clenched around nothing at that. But you knew by now that if you let him know how badly you wanted him, he’d postpone it till you were crying. To be fair, you were almost crying even now. Only his periodic praises and kisses were holding you together.

Yoongi was satisfied with playing with your breasts now. His hands held onto your hips as he pulled you lower towards him as he sat up. He lifted your legs, caressing your calves and tracing the well defined muscles that showed how much you walked. He was mesmerized by the soft skin and the hard muscle it hid.

Everything about you fascinated him, even the little gasps you took as he tickled the skin behind your knee.

He finally got higher, to your thighs, leaving tender kisses on your inner thighs. It was equal parts torturous and pleasing. He was so close to where you wanted him. There was no way he didn’t see how wet you were, your panties were practically soaked.

You gulped, clenching the sheets tightly. He had to have mercy by now. He had to.

As his hand ghosted over your damp panties, a rogue little sigh of satisfaction left your lips and your stomach clenched.

“Oh…look at my pet being such a good girl.” He cooed. You moaned. You were at your wit’s end.

Yoongi chuckled darkly. “Let me see.” He said, hooking his thumbs in your panties and sliding them off. You lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the cool touch of the air and his breath on your heat feeling heavenly soothing.

“Pretty girl.” Yoongi kissed your outer lips. You threw your head back, fire spreading up your body. “Oh Yoongi…” you breathed.

The iron knot of self control in Yoongi’s mind was a blessing for him. Because there was no way he would last if he let his body take control, not with his dick throbbing every time you called out to him. Next thing he knew, he was making out with your pussy, his tongue slipping inside you, your taste overwhelming all his senses.

All his foreplay had already wound you up so tight. So when the warmth of his mouth engulfed you, you felt like you’d combust.

You trembled in his hold. “I’m not gonna last.” You told him.

“That’s okay kitten.” He reassured you. “You can cum.”

Words seldom had such explosive effects on you. Unless they came from Min Yoongi’s silver tongue. You felt the orgasm creeping down your spine. And when he hummed on your clit, you came all on his tongue.

Your body’s alarms went off when he refused to stop. Your fingers threaded in his hair, tugging it slightly to tell him to slow down. To no avail.

When your legs began to shake and the pleasure turned to oversensitivity, you called out to him. “Too much Yoongi.” You mewled.

“Now, I just got started.” He looked up at you innocently, your arousal glinting on his lips. Your stomach lurched. What?

You lost sense of time and direction soon after that. All you felt was the cool air fanning you and Yoongi’s fingers inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. You came around his fingers twice, every time easier than the last.

As you lay on the bed, arms sprawled above you, utterly exhausted and sweaty, Yoongi sitting between your legs, admiring the sight in front of him, you tried to will yourself to sit up.

To be the brat again.

But you were ruined. There wasn’t an ounce of energy in you.

You heard his belt buckle clinking and heard a zipper being undone. Your eyes widened as they met his, the realization that he had been clothed and restrained all this time hitting you like a truck.

“Can you take me?” he asked you softly. Your sex hazed brain went into overload at that. All you had felt were his mouth and his fingers and you had ascended halfway to heaven. You wondered what his dick would feel like. You wanted to know what it’d feel like. You found yourself nodding eagerly.

“Aww, eager little baby. And here I thought you’d be too tired.”

You shook your head. “I can take you.”

“Of course you can.” He aligned his leaking, sensitive tip with your even more sensitive entrance, making you wince slightly at the sensation.

He slipped in, facing almost no resistance, owing to the three explosive orgasms you had earlier. Your warm, wet hole embraced him and moulded around him, the new stretch exciting you. You clenched around him.

“Ease up kitten.” He guided you softly, pressing kisses against your swollen lips, till he felt you relaxing around him. “Good girl.” He breathed, and began thrusting.

He set a fast pace soon enough and there you were, being jolted up against his body as he leaned over you. Broken moans were all your raw throat could form, tears slipping past your lashes as the pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Please please please” you cried, clenching and rippling around him, somehow already on the edge again.

“You asked for this didn’t you baby?” he mocked.

“Yes…” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him.

“Then let me hear you.”

He kept his pace consistent, his dick hitting all your sweet spots, his slick skin sticking to yours, his breath fanning over your face as the ethereal picture of a sweat soaked Min Yoongi leaned over you.

“I asked for this…oh fuckkk. I-I---- ahhhhh” you came around him again, too numb to register the jolts of electricity that shook you, only feeling the daze in your mind when you couldn’t formulate words anymore. “I asked for this” you whispered against his shoulder.

Yoongi felt you constrict around him so hard, he slipped out of you. He chuckled a little, and pushed back in, the gasp you let out, having him twitch inside your sensitive hole.

“That’s right pet, give me one more. You can give me one more.” He coerced

“I can’t…” you cried.

“Oh but you can. You wanted this.” He said gently, cupping your cheek as he continued hitting your g spot.

“Yoongiiii” you groaned, no idea why you were calling out to him as if he wasn’t literally inside your guts at this very moment.

“One more and then we can rest.” He promised you, too invested in the whole game. Too addicted to how you held onto him, and clenched around him, too addicted to the way his name sounded from your lips.

He pressed you into the mattress, holding onto your hips, fixing them against the mattress as he focused on his own pleasure now. He had to finish soon, he could see you were barely hanging on. It wouldn’t be hard, as his stamina was ebbing away by the minute.

He fucked into you, slower this time, hitting deeper, hearing you clearer, before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and he knew his orgasm was coming. That’s when he went fast again, holding onto your hips, admiring the purple flowers blooming all over you. You looked like a mess, a hot, fucked out mess, squirming underneath him and taking him so well. His breaths shallowed and an evil idea came to him before he could finish.

He teased your clit just a little, and you jumped, wide eyes capturing him.

“Cum with me, kitten.” He pleaded, pulling you impossibly closer, lifting your arms so you rose up to meet him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your spent body against his chest so tenderly, that you couldn’t help but get whiplash, as he vibrated your clit, his hips slamming into you to chase his own high.

There wasn’t a question about the fact that you’d cum for him in seconds if this continued. But you couldn’t care less. Sex had never felt this good to you. You kissed the column of his neck, holding onto his shoulders as he pounded into you. You tilted his head towards you, meeting your gaze.

"It feels so good" you whispered, pulling him to you, kissing him and taking him completely by surprise. "You make me feel so good" you whispered against his lips, stray tears breaking through your lashes.

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, his hands rubbing your back as you grinded against him weakly, the friction of your bodies adding oxygen to the flames.

"Good girl, doing so well for me" Yoongi praised in your ear, leaning back on his arms now that he knew you could hold yourself up.

A little scream of oversensitivity shot through you as he brushed your g spot in the new angle. It was definitely too much.

Only the adrenaline fuelled by Yoongi's grunts was keeping you awake, otherwise you would've passed out.

But you knew he was close, his twitching inside you told you as much. "Cum for me Yoongi" you pleaded, surprised that you could still speak.

Yoongi moaned, lunging forward and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you back on the bed and lifting your hips off the bed, taking over again. It didn't take more than a few pumps to send you off the end again, nearly screaming this time as you fought to bite your tongue and hold onto his hands.

You faintly heard him groan and you registered his weight shifting off of you as he pulled out. By the time you came back down, you registered a warm, sticky something on your stomach and ragged breaths above you.

You caught your own breath, chest heaving as Yoongi calmed himself for a moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SAFE TO PEEK NOW!

In a fleeting moment, you realized whatever had been bugging you, had slipped out of your mind. You frowned, which had Yoongi frowning. His index finger tilted his chin upwards.

“What happened?” he asked softly.

“Nothing.” you shook your head, reassuring him, the exhaustion creeping up your legs slowly.

“Okay” he smiled at you, pushing himself off you to kneel on the bed. “Don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll go check if we woke Taehyung and run you a bath.”

TAEHYUNG! Taehyung was probably in the next room. You turned beet red and groaned. How could you forget he was in the house? You hadn’t been silent in the least, there was no way he hadn’t heard. This could not be happening. You pulled a pillow from under you and smothered yourself with it. Yoongi chuckled at your flustered state.

“Tae sleeps through hurricanes. We’re okay.” he said.

“There’s no way he slept through that.” you groaned.

“Hey.” he laughed again, “I said I’d go check. Wait for me kay?”

You nodded, wordless and embarrassed beyond belief.

Yoongi straightened his unbuttoned shirt and did a few buttons, before he cleaned himself and tucked himself in. He gently cleaned the mess he had made on you before leaning over you, pushing the pillow off your face. “It’s really not that big of a deal y/n.” he tried to reassure you.

Of course that’s what it seemed to him. He didn’t know that Taehyung had confessed to you. You shuddered to think what he’d feel if he had an inkling that you were fucking his older brother after rejecting him. You nodded to Yoongi’s benefit and cupped his cheek. “Come back soon.”

He nodded, kissing your lips chastely before straightening off the bed and making his way out the door.

Mortification held you in a vice grip for almost five whole minutes as you strained your ears for any signs of a conversation you could hear and catch on to. But there were no voices coming from anywhere in the house. Maybe the walls were thicker than you had anticipated.

The exhaustion came back. Your thighs hurt, your hip hurt even more.

You curled into the sheets that were in a disarray, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Surprisingly, they smelt faintly like Yoongi. Or maybe his scent still lingered in your nose because of how he had crushed you against him just moments ago.

Heat rose up your cheeks as you smiled like a love sick teenager, snuggling into the sheets, feeling your heartbeat coming back to normal.

Yoongi peeked into Taehyung’s room. He knew his brother could sleep through natural calamities, but he was still checking for your sake. Your red face flashed in front of his eyes as he smiled fondly at how cute you were.

Next, he made his way to the massive washroom his bedroom boasted and got the water running for a nice warm bath. He even added a few bath salts that he had somewhere in his cabinets and added the soap for bubbles. The bathtub was massive, but Yoongi didn’t use it much. Whenever he was here, he had always opted for a quick shower between the few hours he’d spend at home.

This might as well be the first time he looked around the bathroom and realized how impressive it was. He nodded in satisfaction to himself, letting the water run as he made his way back to your room.

The sight that met his eyes nearly made him coo. You were wrapped up in the sheets like a little burrito, the pillows tossed off the bed onto the floor and your cheeks smushed against the mattress, your eyes shut and chest rising and falling softly. Yoongi could have sworn he was quick, you must have been really tired out if you had proceeded to immediately pass out.

Still tingling at how devastating you looked, he tip toed closer. “Y/n-ie?”he called out. No response. You really were out cold.

He made up his mind, leaning over you, he slipped his arms under your soft, sleeping form and lifted you up into his arms. You stirred, whispering something.

“It’s just me, kitten. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said.

“Sleepy.” You mumbled. And then your arm came up around his shoulder and you snuggled into his chest and Yoongi nearly dropped you.

“You smell nice Min” you breathed against his skin and blood thundered in Yoongi’s ears. He was sure you could feel just how frantically his heart was beating, but you didn’t show any sign of amusement.

He silently made his way back to his own room, and debated if he should lay you down in his bed till you were ready to get up, but if the peace with which you were pressed against him was any indication, you could sleep the night away. So he just made his way into the bathroom, met by the sweet, refreshing scent of the bath salts and soap.

The bath tub was nearly full, as he called out to you.

“Baby, wake up.”

“Mhm.” You said hoarsely. Yoongi felt your lashes flutter and he saw you open your eyes groggily, taking in the vicinity.

“I’m gonna put you down now okay?”

You nodded, pleased that you were covered in the sheet you had fallen asleep with.

Yoongi lowered your bare feet onto the cool tiles of the bathroom. The feeling was a nice wakeup call, and when you registered how gently his hands held you up as if you couldn’t carry your own weight, the rest of your senses kicked back in.

“Taehyung?” you asked.

“Sleeping like a baby.” Yoongi confirmed.

Relief.

You turned to the bath, as Yoongi leaned forward to shut off the water, pleasantly surprised by all this aftercare.

“Are you gonna join me?” you asked mischievously.

“Would you like me to?” his answer was ready.

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Yoongi melted. How were you this cute?

And that’s how you fell asleep once again, body relaxed in the wonderful warm water, as Yoongi’s skilled, soft hands worked away the tension in your muscles and cleaned you.

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to wake you up again, so he simply collected you in his arms again, after laying some towels on the bed, and dried you off, pulling them out and tucking you into the duvet, before collecting a pillow for himself and making his way to the couch at the base of his bed.

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littlemessyjessi · 11 months ago

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Loving the requests! Keep them coming!

Accepting for BTS and SKZ with a female plus size reader.

I did get one for a trans reader that I love. It's on the list bc it may take time due to the concept of the request. I want to make sure I get it right. As I am not trans, I feel like I need a second opinion. I will be doing some research to know what the thought process might be like concerning the topic requested. I want to get it right. 💙

Also I'll be keeping reader's ethnicity neutral for now as I ease back into kpop. Just so I can focus on the writing and not get too particular at the moment. If you've been around for a while you know I get stuck on details and the next thing you know it's branched out into a full oc instead of a reader insert, lol. I guess maybe that's my autism? Idk ❤️

However, I did get a namjoon x Latina reader and that is still on the list.

I got some royalty au asks, some yandere asks, some subby asks, some daddy dom things. All are welcome! They go on the list and I make my way through them as I can.

So please keep them coming!

Love, K

#bts #skz #kpop #bangtan sonyeondan #stray kids #plus size reader #bts x plus size reader #skz x plus size reader

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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like crazy mini series:

pairing(s): namjoon x reader, seokjin x reader, yoongi x reader, hoseok x reader, jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || smut || angst || non-idol au || reincarnation au || strangers to lovers || established relationships || friends to lovers au || regency era au || gang au || college au || slight yandere au? ||

summary: the story of seven loves across eight lives.

word count: estimated 45k total

✧ mood-board : reaching for the stars

🪐 🌠 ∘₊✧─── *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ───✧₊∘ ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 💫

✧ part one

ੈ summary: the story of why you loved to dance in the rain.

word count: 14k

tags/ warnings: duke! taehyung, jimin, fluff, so much love, angst, death(s)/implied murder, mentions of blood, mentioned suicide, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, smut in the forms of: implied loss of virginity, unprotected sex (don't be stupid, this is fiction), oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, cum play, talks of pregnancy and babies

✧ part two

ੈ summary: the story of how the universe sent you Namjoon

word count: 9.3k

tags/ warnings: gang leader! namjoon, fluff, a lot more love, angst, namjoon is tatted up, death/ murder, mentions of blood, mentioned sex trafficking, mentioned drugs, obsessive relationship, smut in the forms of: dom/ sub themes— kinda mean-ish dom! namjoon, lots of hickies, spitting in a mouth :), biting, strangely feral sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), pull out method (again, don’t be stupid), doggy style, squirting, the briefest ass play, implied/planned aftercare!! because namjoon isn’t heartless

✧ part three

ੈ summary: the story of how sometimes heartbreak hurts more than death

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: college bf! yoongi, fluff, a lot more love, angst, heartbreak, smut scene includes: public sex, protected sex (because that’s super cool!!), tongue technology master min yoongi, soft sex, multiple orgasms

✧ part four

ੈ summary: the story of when you seem to find out love just maybe isn’t meant for you

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: model! jungkook, baker! jin, hoseok!, fluff, more people in love it’s sick, angst, death/ murder (again), mentions of blood and injury, stalking, mentioned para-social relationship, smut in the forms of: ??? (gotta wait to find out ^~^)

✧ a supplementary story: you never walk alone

ੈ summary: the epilogue

word count: ???

tags/ warnings: ???

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taesiccc · 2 years ago

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Your part- Pt.2

PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f)

GENRE: Yandere au, smut, angst

TW: Mature content, mentions of violence, Yandere, Manipulative behavior

RATING: 18+

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes.

SYNOPSIS: You are married to Taehyung. A stranger you've only seen twice or so. you find yourself neglected of pleasures in the marriage and does this have anything to do with Taehyung's medical history? what is that affecting him? what could he have done worse? tf? A.. Crime?......perhaps..?

“Shall we leave??”

“Yeah! In a minute!” Your voice echoed back to him as you hurried brushing your hair and tinting your lips.

You still had about half an hour left to reach the ceremony but your husband suggested leaving early since it’s a bit far from the west. You slapped the pins onto your bun hoping it would stay stable and make you look more like a professional. Few strands of curls fell down your forehead entrancing your face. You would be lying if you haven’t seen a prettier ‘you’ in days worth. You took one last glance at your self;

Indeed. very lady like.

The green satin hung flawlessly over your collarbones on your body hugging your curves just right! A small low cut starting from your thigh, exposed your flushed skin like fresh tan dawns. You caressed your exposure feeling like the sexy figure you are. Content with how you looked you moved away to adorn your feet.

Just then Taehyung stood by the door for what took you longer than your said it was going to take for you to arrive. You had excused yourself to slip into some heels completing the look. Coincidentally, Taehyung stood right in front of your bending figure having him catch sight at your cleavage. Unaware of the situation you continue fixing your heels but the door slammed shut in front of you.

He was gone. Did you make him mad? Did you take too long? You didn’t know but sure hurried the process up.

She’s definitely making a wreck out of me.

“Fuck…”

Stroking myself in the car isn’t really my intention. I’d wanna fuck her against the wall and later destroy her bratty self but this is not the time. She’d think I’m a creep ruining her up in a occasion like this. I don’t wanna make her mad or to even disappoint her. Even if it takes to cutting my boner off but, nothings works right now goddamn!

“…Hgh…aH-”

I remember. Vaguely.

Treatments do me no good with my past. Mia feared me. All I had done was to take her home and fuck her up like she wanted. She asked for it; her dress was way too short and cute. What else did she want? She was mad cause I told we were going to the library instead? But she loved it! I can hear her screams, her voice... The way she bled through pleasure; It’s only fair if I’ll give to y/n too. But no. Not now. I’ll hand it to her later so she wouldn’t cry like she did. So she didn’t fear me like she did. She’ll love it!

My hand does the loser job while her cunt would fit just right.

“Ah- shk-”

To rail her and force every drop of cum she could produce. Cum for me. Perfect. All for me. To squeeze her breasts, to suck her skin, to soak her insides, to spread her wide…

“Mhmm..”

All for me.

I watch, as my cock stands like a spring. No matter how I handle it, I can’t keep up. I don’t have a lot of time.

I flinch as I hear a knock on the glass. She’s here. Shit. This would strangle me inside my zippers. I can’t seem to get this moving but I’ve got no other way..

“Taehyung? Is everything alright? Can you hear me? Uh..The door is locked!”

The car just stood there idle. You stood there just the same. He was definitely in the car; the head lights said otherwise.

What is he doing? Was he so mad, he’s locking you out until you apologize? Is he talking to someone over a call? Is it confidential? Nothing stood out except for him being mad at your timing. You decided to apologize. Maybe that’s what he wanted. You clutched your purse in you hand feeling a little embarrassed; knocking once again.

“Uh..SORRY!” You voiced a little louder; not sure sure if he could hear you.

“YOU KNOW….THE WATER HEATER- HEYY!! TAEHYUNG?!“

You voiced out even loudly but the car sped away. Weren’t you loud enough or something? You’re sure you would’ve heard it. Why was he this mad at you? To leave you behind for your own friends engagement? What was he going to do there alone anyway? Couldn’t you just be late at all? Like- since when wasn’t it normal?!

It was getting on your nerves now. Being a little late, in the midst of 30 minutes earliest wasn’t bad at all! Why must you apologize? You unlocked your phone and scrolled through his number. 'This wasn’t that offensive at all!' thoughts mumbled-

You called him several million times and had a trace of nothing from him. Did he just leave for the party? Without you?! Just as you’ve taken the decision to call upon a cab his name popped up.

'Taehyung' - it read blandly.

You thought for a second but took up the call anyways. You planned to yell your voice out but his soft, breathless voice is having you concerned-

“Sorry….I’m on my way”

“Hey! Where are you? Are you o-

Beep beep beep.

The call is already cut displaying you a dead screen. Did he meet with some accident? What was happening? You’re breaking you head while you wait. Sooner or later the car has arrived. So has he. He looked as if he’d ran a marathon which he might have since you didn’t know this enigma of a man.

You open the door and set yourself inside the car. The car smelled unusual but the open window will do just fine. You slam the door shut to his notice; to show him what he’s done. You don’t wanna talk. In fact you won’t talk! There is no point since he won’t be truthful besides, not talking to him was a part of showing your attitude right about now. That’s all you had anyway and that didn’t make a difference for once!

The avenue was fresh and gave you a feeling of joy. It's been a whole long since your wedding seeing such ceremonies. You needed that of all people considering a suffocating ride with the man you married. You lead yourself inside having him follow you. But to your extreme disappointment the after party is what he has taken you to.

The entire thing was over.

Why the fuck would you want to be here unless to you wanted to embarrass yourself with image of only coming here so you could enjoy drinks and dance? You would rather head to a club. The entire point of existence there was over. How much you wanted to yell at his face? Oh how much! Where was his sense of timing now?

You turn abruptly, off towards the car and Taehyung followed along like a lost confused pup; Only secretly happy for what he had to do tonight for having him masturbate in some open park to your name; thankfully no eye witnesses around the area or he would be behind bars but that’s no different from facing your irritated aura. Just as you’ve seated your fuming self inside the car your seat mate at office has managed to spot you. ‘He’ then progressively ‘they’ wave, practically inviting your utterly nothing but useless appearance inside. You hide yourself in embarrassment but soon you’re out and in the party territory. Of course, Taehyung had to tag along.

He accompanied you after all.

You were immediately greeted by so many people you’ve never even interacted with. You were quite surprised by the attention. Were you so well known? But your stupid ass hadn’t caught on the point like your husband had. You looked glamorous and extremely beautiful for men like those to come gnaw on your stunning appearance. Who wouldn’t look at you in such way when your body portrayed itself like some Greek goddess on loose? Your figure stood out. You stood out.

Your eyes searched for Grace. You couldn’t just go dig on some food immediately and that totally wasn’t your intention. Weirdly she hung out at the bar. You weren’t normally surprised but still quite surprised. You held Taehyung’s hand heading over to her.

There was no use in telling around that your husband was so fucking handsome but to show how damn ethereal he looked. How dreamy he was and how he exclusively belonged to you!

You only intertwined your fingers making him a blushing mess. You failed to notice anything from his side since you were set and a pure psycho to bless your just engaged colleague with his appearance. You dusted her shoulders and she looked at Taehyung. Taehyung just stood there not knowing what to do with her piercing eyes on him. You cleared your throat a bit and Grace pounced on a dramatic hug.

“Congratulations!!!” You squeaked and she thanked you back with a louder squeal. You haven’t realized that you’ve been holding taehyung’s hands until he pulled you back to him. Oh. Right. He was there. You pulled him by the shoulder ready to introduce him and oh! So ready to flex your one in a millionth of treasury!

“Taehyung this is Grace, my friend and Grace this is Taehyung, my husband” you empathized; Taehyung’s face glowed with flush and butterflies in his stomach. He slightly smiled trying to control the uncontrollable feelings-

“Yeah yeah! Taehyung! She’s said a lottt about youuu~” She sounded a little too drunk.

Taehyung suppressed his feelings from looking a little odd outside.

‘A lot? About me?’ The thought itself spread like wild fire inside of him.

You looked like you needed help and that’s exactly what you needed.

Being stuck between your self reflective awkward spouse and a really drunk dead colleague. You signaled your hands off him and proceeded to talk to Grace.

“Where’s the lucky guy?” You nudged her with a playful smirk on your face. She immediately called out to him pointing towards the other bar section; the said guy turned around and hoped into her arms like a wild bunny. They were both definitely drunk and it’s best they were sent to their room immediately cause what you both were witnessing was a lot of lovely moments that you haven’t exchanged with each other yet. If that didn’t ping a little pain in you..

“Heyyyyyyy…I’m Evan” he lend a hand to Taehyung as he lend it back to the drunk man anyway.

“I’m Taehyung- “sure Taehyung let’s go get some drinks” being said he was dragged to the other side. All that was left was Grace and yourself. She would normally talk nonsense but her drunk state was going to be something else. She offered you drinks and what not and you sat there drinking and drinking until she dug you on something. Drunk state was never a recommended for you. Your sorrows and anything to begin with feelings hit your gut and there was no control nor hypocrisy.

“How is your husband?”

You were quite irritated by the sound of that. The glass in your hand was placed on the counter by a forceful bang.

“What about him?” You sounded nonchalant already feeling down for worse.

“Are you guys getting along? Hmm?” She spoke like the nosy person she is.

“We do” you answered her curtly understanding where she was taking this. Anything about Taehyung made you think and especially this conversation is making you very dizzy on all accounts-

“Oooooh~ Guess Prince Charming pounds you very well till-

“NO! No he doesn’t!” The voice echoed quite dramatically along the vibey jazz. Your dribbling self couldn’t keep up with her apparent 'questions'. Your eye set a bit of neon along the corner but still stable enough to understand the surrounding.

“If you’re wondering, Yes! He has a big dick but NO! He doesn’t fuck me any well!” You confessed.

Moments of silence followed the voice. You were feeling very sexually frustrated but you didn’t want to be reminded of that. Just like any worse event of your life that reminds itself to be remembered, this part particularly bought about gloom and depression at it’s finest. You weren’t a freak but few certainties in a relationship has to be done and you didn’t understand why you were being devoid of said. Why wouldn’t your relationship be a normal one? You sat there trying to reminisce on your actions before they vent. Grace snickered along your side. More company, more gossip.

“Does he love you?”

You couldn’t answer this one.

You had to think. But the thought of you even thinking had already unveiled your answer. If you thought he had loved you in the first place, you shouldn’t even be giving it a thought!

“I…I don’t know” you confessed, once again, feeling pain rise up your chest; hating how pathetic you let yourself look. You didn’t know?

Right. You didn’t know.

But you’re tied to him. It didn’t matter if he loved you or not, you were tied. It didn’t even matter. The pain stir up inside of you. The thought of maybe starving for love and attention throughout your life with him kills you. Another glass of drink distracts. You don’t think, taking a quick gulp of it letting down all of the booze down hoping it would calm your racing mind.

“Well then! It’s time to test it!”

“Right. To test it”

-before you could think, you were already playing dolls with Grace and nothing seemed supportive rather than, to her demolishing company.

Grace handed you another drink while you proceeded with the act.

***

Grace is done convincing her fiance to have him agree to having Taehyung engaged in drinking while she starts the play. Taehyung is not quite drunk since he’s got driving to do. He’s been listening to all the nonsense Evan had to say for the sake of giving you space to talk with your newly engaged friend. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. You look like you’re drinking too much but he’s sure he would love to carry your unconscious body and take care of you all night. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. In fact, he wants to get you the hell out of the sight of these men eyeing and preying his wife.

One such man who has his eye lingering on you is Jimin. Grace’s cousin. He sleeps around with multiple woman multiple times a day and it’s safe to call him a playboy. His charms are irresistible but is it the same kind for you?

Grace had nudged the busy man for a wonderful mission he hasn’t expected he’d get.

“Stop playing with me Grace!” he says but very obviously hoping she isn’t.

“Jim..just get going! I’m never playing with ya!! She needs help and you’re the one who could be responsible for some sinister juncture she might share with her husband tonight!!” she snickers and coos excited.

Jimin is slightly disappointed but even getting to touch your body once could be holy so there is no denying! He immediately heads over to your boozed up self.

He slowly seats himself near you eyeing if your said partner was any near. As soon as his eyes met Taehyung’s he lets out an evident scoff but proceeds with trying to talk to you. Taehyung feels extremely turbulent by his behavior but is stopped by Evan.

What is he supposed to do now? Beat this man to pulp and kill the other man approaching his wife? He would if not for Evan being the engaged one. He is trying to patient and gentle but nothing really work without the meds. He seats himself clenching his jaw bones eyeing your figure form the distance. ‘He doesn’t want to loose you’ and that’s all that’s playing on in his mind.

“Looks like someone’s having a bad bad day…”

Your ears perk up and you look at the man beside you. Jimin is not alright anymore; not after seeing someone with graceful beauty like yours to such closeness. All he wants is to rub himself along your clit and see how that voice would sound like but sadly there are other decent ways to hear your voice. He intently looks at you and you question this man on all levels.

“Who are you?” Your very drunk self questioned him. He holds your hand pulling you towards his chest making you get up, out of your seat and into his body. And no. He doesn’t care about your husband nor your dad! All that matters is for him to hold you.

He smoothly escorts you towards the dance floor making you gain some thought process. In no time you were in his arms and moving in rhythm. ‘What did he do and who fuck is this guy?’ He smiles gracefully, creating an arc form up his eyes.

Taehyung looks over to the scene making his insides boil. ‘Son of a bitch!?’ He flares out of his seat but gets pulled back by Evan. He looks over to Evan with deadly eyes but Evan doesn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

“Do you-

He hiccups-

-trust your wife?”

What kind of question was this? He’d trust you with his own life! He’d trust with this entire universe! What was this jerk talking about? But in a sudden his eyes soften up. His heart rate increases dramatically after a mild thought.

‘I trusted Mia. But she..betrayed me’

The past haunts him again.

'Would you?

Would you leave him?'

What has he learned from all these years of healing? But yet, he decides to sit down and watch. Watch if you’d do the same. Know if he’d have to love someone so much and get himself broken down. Her actions haunt him. He’s aware that hasn’t given you anything like he gave her but if you’d have truly been loving him, you wouldn’t fall on some man like she did. Right?

He sat thereafter, looking at something his half wishes not to see but the other wishes to definitely know. Know if you were ever worth his attention.

Jimin closes all the gap between the both having your body completely paint his. His hands move a little lower, just a bit away from grabbing your ass. Your drunk self still hasn’t done processing yet and your cold hands stay still on his chest. Jimin inches closer to you lips breathing a hot sensation on them. You slightly flinch but soon lean on closer towards the random warmth. He is very satisfied with the result but that doesn't last longer. You were uncertainly sober and questionably functioning in no time. You looked into his eyes; rage and anxiousness fill up your soul.

He very much didn’t look anything like your husband and you very much did not appreciate some man holding you like this.

You immediately push his chest away but bounced right back to his. Before you could yell he held on to your your waist compact speaking the unwanted situation-

“Nice to meet you mi amor and I’m Jimin.-‘ His sweet caramel like voice invites itself to yours. ‘-We’re in a bit of a mission to see if your worthless husband would do something about me having you. Now, would you stop making a scene and cooperate-

You take a handful of his collar interrupting his excuse. Jimin wasn’t expecting such fierce from you but him being himself, definitely found that hot and it wasn’t helping.

His tongue rolled about his warm mouth checking your sloppy cleavage and you weren’t any oblivious to such actions anymore.

“Worthless as in you mister! Mind that language of yours and off with laying hands on me!”

You let go off his collar and clapped his hands away from you. He was surely hoping for the worst, as his hands slipped right back from behind.

'What kinda sick bastard was he?! Touching you like you’re were his damn property?!'

You were ready to throw hands but he had a point. A very convincing point that he oozes in your ears..

“Stoned as a rock…where is that worthy husband of yours now?”

Right. Where is Taehyung? Where was your husband? You had to show what would happen if he’d lay hands in front of your husband. He should be here for you..

Completely ignoring Jimin, you had started to move, looking for Taehyung, your dearly partner to beat him up, to save you from other hands, hoping for your very heroic experience!

But as soon as your eyes land on him, he diverts his sight-

Is he ignoring you?

You can see a tint of guilt through his posture and wavering eyes but why?

WHY!

Does he want to give you away? Does he not want you!? Did he not care about you? Did he set this all up? Does he not love you!? Is he not interested in this marriage? You feel dizzy once again as these thoughts set in.

“Honey, trust me. He doesn’t care but you know who does?- he spun you around holding you like before. More satisfied. More fun.

“I do.”

Jimin was sure he’d have you on his bed tonight. He was sure to tear you apart while your partner longed. you?

You were lost. Your mind is fogged. Completely unawakened of this stranger’s touch. Unbothered to what he had to say or do. It didn’t even matter to you anymore nor did you want it to affect you this much. Pain only grew to conclusions; Conclusions to concerns; Concerns to pain again.

This was a terrible cycle of feelings.

Your body swayed by his palms. The rhythm sounds nothing like the one you heard before. Your heart ached; thinking of all possibilities of loosing him. You are submitted. You can’t move on anymore. You want him. You needed him. You needed answers.

You loved Taehyung.

Your eyes perked up at the man before you. He looked like a glittery charm. Nothing matters now more than to get answers. You needed to know the reason for giving you such denial and pain. He was hurting you and he needed to know that.

You had to show him how much it fucking hurts.

Your pain ridden eyes had turn naughty and vengeance worthy. Your hands rode up his beige suit and rested on his shoulders. Jimin was very much excited about the happening or his gestured said otherwise. His hands rose up your waist still threatening to grab your ass. His palms rubbed up your spine from time to time, taking all his chances to touch any skin he could. There was no need for space.

His lips were likely to touch yours if you’d like to. He didn’t make you want him but you sure did have him want you bad.

It’s time. It’s time for you to feed Taehyung his kind of medicine and you were made up to it. There was no going back to the spot.

“I didn’t know he’d mean this less for you.. jus-just give me a word and I’ll serve you just right darlin-“ Jimin spoke and you reckon he was wayy ahead of your intentions. You let a promisingly seductive chuckle, caressing his left cheek. You could feel your husband’s eyes on you but it didn’t even matter if he would stab Jimin right now.

It’s too late.

“Who knows? Maybe you could just have it that way. Hmmm?” You purred. His hands held you further tightly and in control. He moved you around sniffing your neck wolfishly while you rather looked at your 'dear husband' and his fiery gaze. Your grin only grew wider.

Jimin looked into your eyes, noticing your absence of emotion to his touch. He spun you around in a swiftness looking by your sight.

Jimin simpered looking at the other face, only fueling the fire. Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near rage after he’s seen so much! To say he was raged would never be close enough; not after he’s seen his wife being rolled on by some man.

Especially, when his wife’s doing this just to get him mad.

What does she think?

That I’d believe she’s throwing herself on some man? That I’d think she’s trying to seem betraying? She’s mine. She shouldn’t.

Call me awful.

To notice pain in her eyes and to see if i could hurt her more. To acknowledge her suffering and ignore it for my trust.

But, it pleases me to know that she longs for my attention..

It feels amazing.

Something I’ve missed for years worth! To have these feeling hit me again!

To have her mourn for my love- To have her starving for my invitation! Call me anything and I would deserve it but it didn’t matter to me,

Only I’ve longed for love and attention and touch. Only I’ve wanted validation from people- you sure wouldn’t know how exciting this feels..

To have someone beg for you..

To see how much of any impact you’ve been having on them..

To see them suffer because of you..

It’s wonderful..

Her pathetic acts of acting like a whore doesn’t pay off well. I could see some man fuck her to pulp but I’d be sure he’d lay six feet below after I’ve done testing for myself.

It’s a matter of myself.

She makes me feel special like this. And I love it.

The days when I ran around for love, crawling under people.. Having myself stamped on; hoping at least then i would be wanted-

No more.

That’s no more. Mia’s no more. Suck those feelings cause I feel brand new now..

Like I own her soul- Like I could control her emotions and destroy it if I wished to. To know that I’m wanted. To know that she sits right where I put her. To know that I’m valued. To know that I’m loved. To know that I’ve got someone for me now. I won’t be alone when I cry now-i won’t ever have to chase after love now..

She’s here for me. And If my pleasure be it from hurting her…

….so be it

The feeling of feeling real again; I’m feeling real again…like the psycho she’s named me..feels good to be myself-

For all the things I’ve felt, something that I’m watching right now will never excuse her behavior. It pleases me to know but certainly don’t entertain some scoundrel pinching her curves and drinking off her wretched figure and an excuse of a dress!

It shames to me watch this disgusting view by myself and hold a grip. I’m definitely changing for one side but it boils my veins up to a treat! I can’t live without her petty presence at all but for once I’m trying to respect these many years of treatment and nursing. For once.

If she thinks letting some fucker touch her would make me want to beat him away and ruin her, she’s not wrong…

-except for soaking my hands with that fucker’s blood and then ripping her apart with a watching corpse.

Her eyes never left his. She swayed and swayed and swayed her body around some other body. He was clearly aggrieved. He was clearly burning but the point?

She wanted him to know what he’s doing to her but he’s only been growing like an useless weed.

What was the point of lending flesh to a stray dog when the child besides acts no remorse?

“Are you sure sweetheart? I’d have you see goodness sweetie..” the man almost begged into her ears. She simply ignored his offer and set to her husband.

Like she feared. Like she hated.

At the end of the day, to him was where she had to lay. Whether she likes it or not. It didn’t matter if he’d have loved her like she does cause this is tied..

It wasn’t like she wishes to go home to him..not after she’s learned that he doesn’t care about her or that he doesn’t necessarily love her, but because she has duties to do being his darned wife.

To take care of his diseased sick self. To give him what he only absolutely needs. Whatever it takes to only live that life of his and not to give more than intended.

The ride home was awful. Both the partners hating to be on the sides of each other, let alone presence. Your never mending pain and his fickle feelings.

He can no longer stay stable anymore; you once again look like the woman he loves.

His monstrosity hides underneath your gaze, your presence, your scent, your.. love?

His eyes blur over the blue hue as these thoughts hit him. Bones shivering to even look to his side-

You loved him, how could he…?

***

I feel woke.

Different from the horrible man I was moments ago..

Lights reflected her stinging eyes as she forces her sight outside.

Having her this close to me only makes me blamable. Seeing her vulnerable gives that stinging ache of hurt and guilt of betrayal..

she can’t be devoid of anything in this world! She’s an angel and no one hurts her..

I’m a terrible person. How could I think of hurting y/n? What was on my mind?! Am I insane? No! I’m changing! I need her! I’m no monster! I’m no monster that Mia said I was! I’m here for y/n…I love her! No! I’M NO LONGER A MANIAC!

I can’t impart to look at those agony filled eyes..

No.

Not when I am the soul serving reason! I don’t want to go back to the past years…I don’t want to be the bad guy for my love, for this most valued second chance but…

I don’t even get to deserve her…

she’d leave me…

What have I done?! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!?

The brakes screeched followed by mad pedestrians and drivers, horns start blasting here and there; annoyed at such irresponsible actions on a busy road. You looked at him with trembling hands which covered your head. His hands trembled themselves along with an abnormally breathing & acting Taehyung. His hands clutched the steering wheel tightly; anxiousness and fear were very evident. His eyes stood frozen. His body shivering under nothing..

You were bewildered by his actions and wouldn’t understand what was bothering him.

His sweat glistening along the random street rays and tears…? Was he crying? Your heart sank a bit looking at him. He looked unusual and terrified. His eyes looked over to yours,

unsettling you..

He was definitely nothing but scared. His lips fluttered, trembling with no control. Tear drops threatened to fall out his moist lids and this was something that you just couldn’t bear to watch or to try and understand. What’s he going through at all?

Wanting to be out of the scene, you got out the vehicle to secure the both and to peace the flaming background. You went by the driver seat and led him to the passenger seat. He was in no stage to drive; neither were you; you were mildly drunk but there is no other way. You parked by the side and switched off the steady car. You sat there in a moment of silence, wanting both of you to collect yourselves. You swore you could never understand Taehyung and his bearings. Looking by his side would only make you dwell into him. He looks devastated as hell and you were not ready to fall a mess.

You started the engine and not sooner, felt a cold fragile gentle touch on your wrist. You sat there in silence but you weren’t completely surprised when he broke down.

You reluctantly engulfed him in a slight hug while he scooted closer and cried floods of tears on your bosom. You were uncertain of what he wanted but worries of your own disrupt you. This was emotionally draining for both of you and it’s only growing into a defeat. You never knew what was wrong with him but a crying company makes you feel the same way. Your personal emotions and feelings brim up your shoulders; shuddering yourself with the sobbing man.

How much you wanted to tell him you loved him? To scream and yell all he’d done to hurt your feelings? To have him utter every damn detail on what was bothering him! To open up to you; at least considering you as his wife? To give you a chance to understand him? You would never force him to stay with you or to love you..

But why? Didn’t he know that? The same disgusting notions you wish to forget lingers around the small space.

He was no toy but a breathing man; doing too much by doing nothing, simply weighing himself on your figure. His smooth hair brushed your crook. The slight breeze spread through your collided warm bodies giving you a sense of comfort. His eyelids swell due to excessive crying also making your satin drenched and partly stained.

You caressed his hair hoping to calm the strained man only feeling bad and nothing to cross the limits. Tears left your eyes here and there but you care not to want to show your vulnerability to a man who wouldn’t even bother to care about it.

His hands held you closely to his own body, embracing you like a pillow. Embracing you like he cared. Neither of you exchanged words but the couple knew that they needed this. Your back rested on the window while he plopped his entire weight on top of you, sobbing like it didn’t seem to end.

At that moment everything felt right. For him to be in your arms and for you to hold him like you meant. He tries his best to muffle all the noises he makes but silent struggles leave you as you hold him close to you, very much knowing how poorly he hides it. The sight of seeing your most beloved drench into his own tears and anonymous despairs is awfully irritating your open wounds; making it bleed invisibly..

You feel his head engaging in movements as you immediately fixed your posture to get going but his hands grasp you down gently like the glaze of feathers. He simply made you weak but his weaker self laid you down like the heaviest burden that you no longer were interested in.

He made his way up to your eyes, badly wanting you to look at him and not somewhere else. To look at him like you always did. But once you did look into his eyes, the immense pain that filled both of your entirety felt as if you had a million things to say to each other but couldn’t bring yourself to tell it. You grew dumb and dumber; wishing to soon even be blind.

You chewed on your lips, not wanting to loose yourself and make a fool of yourself again. Your eyes welled up with tears replaced after tears. His mesmerizing ones stay put rather swollen weakly to look into your hesitating ones. His fingers touch your cheek as if your skin was something really delicate to be even be seen by and you look away from him as he’s intoxicating you until you felt like you wouldn’t feel yourself. His hands wandered about like breeze over your chin lifting it up. He was slowly cracking and shattering both of you- your heart could glide off your chest by the hassle he was giving you. Finally, unhurried, placing his palm on your profile he speaks,

“Y/n…please don’t ever leave m-me alone…

His voice sounding like he’d fragment any moment you uttered a simple ‘no’. Your long stored tears start flowing from your pitiful eyes, blurring the images you saw.

'You’ll never leave him…what was he saying..'

“…I’d have n-no one y/n…I’ve only got you..if y-you’d leave me, I would die the same-

---

His face reddened with a stinging pain on his wet cheek.

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP TAEHYUNG SHUT UP”

Tears follow up on both your eyes but this chance, more on yours. You shook his collar vigorously finally getting to speak up for yourself-

“DID YOU THINK I’D SIMPLY GET RID OF YOUR LOWLIFE?! HUH??!MAYBE..maybe-

Your heart clenched to even state the reality. But he should know. Know that you now know.

Why must you have to suffer alone? Your voice decreases into a rabbit hole followed but your entire fucking sanity. Mouth growing hesitant and hurt even making the statement

“…maybe you don’t love me..i-

“W-Hat?! I’ve always loved you-

“SHUT UP! I’M TALKING SOMETHING! YEAH?!” You wailed at him. your voice trembling as you collect your helpless self..

You were practically yelling at his face which reminds you of what you’re doing. You let go off his collar and wipe your tears strenuously not thoughtful about even explaining it to him. What could possibly change? The fact that he’s lying? Pretending? The fact that he ever so easily rapped out words that never meant a thing?

No. There. There’s the answer.

You simply start the engine and move on with the life ahead of you. You haven’t exchanged any words nor did he.

When you expected the night to be a wonderful one, all it had to do was to disprove you.

To say you were guilty for slapping him would be an understatement. And to say you regretted telling anything would be an even greater understatement. You were a messed up shit and he was an even messier fuck.

The car was parked and the door besides you slammed shut.

He was gone.

Like always, he was gone. Gone without according what you required. Gone when you’d need him the most. What you’d at least expect he’d try to recognize you needed.

---

Every other day went around like usual except, you only started feeling even awkward and even oddly affectionate towards Taehyung.

Feelings like a high school crush and ego like an aged women.

Small interactions were no more and living under the same roof with him was hellish. Everything would be nice if both you had just talked it over that night…everything would have been fine…

You were shamelessly desperate in love. Raising hands towards him made you feel condemned to your actions, bailing him out. He made you feel as if you had done everything wrong, as if you were the flaw. Seeing his face and feeling his warmth besides you felt extremely uncomfortable the way it shouldn’t; simultaneously, overlooking for the same.

Fearing he would never come back to you and cherish you like you dreamed he would. Get sick of his life with you and leave you as such. The more you over thought it, the more you despised yourself. He is a sick man for god’s sake! It kills you to acknowledge how you have portrayed yourself before rightly considering his issues.

He’s making you feel as if you didn’t deserve to even have feelings in the first place. To not have an opinion. To only look after him. To not even care about oneself. He’s making you feel like the terrible person you’re not..

All that you wanted to do was to apologize to the pious man that you’ve been thinking he is. To tell him that he didn’t ever deserve you. To fall beneath your desires and have them nonexistent.

To you, he was nothing but a child. A child you’ll have to pamper and give love to, but never expect to get from. To take care of, cause he still isn’t the grown man you’d expect him, to understand and know you.

You’ve never felt this awful. To be emotionally disturbed and physically drained. You are several times even convinced that you’re cursed to live ill fated with an innocent man. Or maybe he’s cursed to live with a inconsiderate witch like you…

He walks past you, ignoring your efforts. You look at the reoccurring plate of unattended breakfast you’ve managed to cook for him. A breathless sigh escapes your dry mouth as you slip the food in the garbage bin just like the days before. Once he’s left his attention for you, so did your appetite or anything else to cope with. A whole of your self would want to apologize to him over nothing but another whole stands stable on ego. You bluntly follow his tracks to the car so he could do his just assigned duty of dropping you off at your work place and nothing more.

His emotional manipulation was working better than intended and ‘sickness’ was the ultimate excuse. You sure didn’t know if he loves you or not but you are for sure tired of examining for answers. Right now it didn’t even mean if anything ever sprayed conclusions cause you’re made up to earn him. Leaving him would only kill you to go back to the same. As a simple human, compassion was immensely affecting you, falling in love deeper than ever.

His sickness, his weapon, executed what he needed absolutely well and more.

He knew he would do anything for you and if at all he’d only call it 'love'.

You wouldn’t leave his side and that’s the point made.

He wouldn’t look at you, he wouldn’t talk to you, he wouldn’t acknowledge your presence on purpose; Taehyung is toxic and your affections open new gates for him.

A new way to see things.

A new way to get things done the way, the only way, he’d want it to be done..

To be continued..

tags: @sinnertae @allorareverz

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OT7 Reaction.

Summary: Yandere BTS OT7 reaction to you hitting them.

A/N: I struggle to write shorter complete self-contained stories, so each member's is around 700 words. I don't mind the length, but please let me know if you think they're too long. Thank you. I hope you enjoy ^-^

Trigger warnings: Heavy violence, smut, oral, yandere themes, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, non-con, panic attack, imprisonment, manipulation.

Alpha! Namjoon

There was a cyclone of fury engulfing the living room. Anything you could get your hands on was getting thrown and destroyed. Namjoon had gone too far this time, and you were going to make sure he felt your wrath.

All you did was buy yourself a new pair of shoes. It was your money. That you had worked for. That you earnt. But according to Namjoon wasting your own money on something unnecessary, even if it wasn't that expensive, meant that you were irresponsible and couldn't be trusted to mind your own funds.

So he emptied your bank account! Every last cent!

You don't even know how he got access to do that. But it was just one more thing in a long list of intrusive, overbearing, psychotic, acts of control. And he was only getting worse!

He was being such a condescending jackass, going as far as telling you that you would need to ask his permission to use that money. Your money!

Destroying his property might not convince him of your maturity or responsibility, but it sure as hell was going to make you feel good to piss him off.

Only, you underestimate Namjoon's level of restraint. Strolling in and among the wreckage, he is as calm and collected as ever. Watching you with an amused smile as you huff and pant having built a sweat during your rampage.

"Are you done?" he asks. His composure and patronizing tone are infuriating beyond belief, and not satisfying your need to fight. As he reaches out, you swing, slapping him in the face as hard as you can before he has the chance to touch you.

Still breathing heavily, your heart is beating as the silence of the room grows tense. The amusement disappearing from his face the moment you struck him. His expression going blank. His eyes flashing amber for a moment.

"Y/n. You need a timeout." He says unemotionally. "Go face the wall." He points, ordering you to the corner of the room.

"What?" You stomp. "No! I'm not a child!"

"That's right. Even a child would know better than to hit someone." He scolds, raising his eyebrow.

You argue and fight his demand, right until he threatens to spank you instead. Knowing full well that you've provoked him enough for him to have you over his lap in an instant, you resentfully follow the order. Letting him put you in front of the wall, arms stretched ahead of you, a heavy hardcover book resting on the backs of your arms to further add to this humiliating punishment.

You can't understand how you ended up in this position again. You were in the right! How are you now the one in trouble?

The hefty weight of the book makes your muscles ache quickly. A 3-minute countdown feeling indefinitely longer. Your arms giving in and dropping the book several times before you even reach the halfway mark. And every time you drop it Namjoon does the same thing. He picks the book up, resets your position, and smacks your ass harshly.

"Stop hitting me!" You growl, feeling the urge to throw the book at his head instead.

"Then stop dropping it." He grins, leaning against the wall while watching you. His enjoyment having returned.

"That's not fair. It's not like I can help it." Your arms already shaking again.

"Do you not like being hit unfairly?" He hums the loaded question. Baiting you for a reaction. One you can't refrain from giving. Rolling your eyes at him. Not regretting having hit him one bit.

"1 minute and 22 seconds left, Beautiful." He smirks, timing again on his watch.

King! Seokjin

Sitting beside the King's chair, you were feeling the glow of embarrassment on your cheeks. Basically spending the day serving him as a plaything. Sublimating his boredom. Sat in full view of all who came to the throne room.

Jin had dozens of meetings scheduled today, all one after the other. While the appointments were taking place you only had to sit quietly and attentively. But in the brief pauses between meetings, all of Jin's attention landed on you. Sometimes simply talking with you, other times slapping you or pulling your hair for the fun of it, enjoying how you winced and whined. He had you massage his legs, feed him, even touch yourself. Anything that came to his mind. Rewarding you with a kiss right before every next entrant arrived.

You were a bit uncomfortable, but you were steadily getting used to this kind of treatment. Finding yourself even enjoying his attention. Revelling in the moments where he was calm and satisfied. Seeing the part of him that was enticing and warm. A part that was yours alone to see.

Closing in on the end of these meetings, you're excited for what the night will bring. Your patient compliance and all of his little games having put Jin in a great mood.

In the last break of the day, he was leaning over the arm of his throne, running his thumb over your lips. Looking at you salaciously, licking his own full lips. Playing with him, you gently bite and suck on his finger, gazing back at him with big eyes. Having more fun than you cared to admit.

Without warning his hand yanks back, twisting forward in his seat with a growl. His jacket and pants covered in water. A male server standing to the other side of you both looking horrified. He had tripped and thrown the contents of a water jug all over the King.

Shaking the water from his hands, Jin stands up looking furious. You scramble to your feet looking for a way to help clean him. But the King isn't interested in that now. He throws his fist into the server's gut, instantly dropping him onto his knees. The glass jug smashing on the tiles.

You're frozen with your hand clutched over your mouth, watching as he relentlessly beats the man. Each blow evoking a throb in your chest, the sounds reminding you of a pain too familiar.

Suddenly, the server howls in agony, the King hauling him forward, dragging him through the broken glass. Drops of blood covering the floor beneath him. The man screaming again as the King's shoe stamps on his back, keeping him pressed into the shards.

His cries hit your heart. It's impossible for you to tolerate witnessing someone else subjected to this kind of torment.

"Stop, Stop." You shout, stumbling closer. A high-pitched shriek from the server making you panic.

You drive your palms into the Kings side, shoving him a step back. Allowing the man to lift himself up. The small fragments of glass cutting through his shirt into his skin.

Your mind stalls, your body stiffening unable to comprehend what to do now. Knowing you've just done something so unbelievably foolish. And Jin must be thinking the same thing because he also halts. Staring at you, bewildered. His look of shock morphing into a thoughtful, cruel, smile, as he slowly processes what you dared to do.

"Clean this up." He coolly straightens himself out. Ordering the server, who cringes in a heap as the King strides over him.

"Sit down, Y/n." Holding his hand out, Jin gestures for you to move to your place beside his throne. Consumed by regret, you're petrified of what you can only imagine is going to happen. Aware that his calm demeanour is a far worse sign than his rage.

You're shaking. Following the instruction, your legs nearly collapsing as you kneel down on the cushion. Fear and anxiety overwhelm you as Jin sits beside you. Your head sinking as you struggle for breath.

The herald comes back into the hall at that moment, announcing the next guest in a loud booming introduction. A man and his attendants coming through the doors.

Tears building in your eyes, your hands tremble as Jin leans over to you again. "This is the last meeting, Princess." His whispered, indifferent tone making you feel sick. "And then your all mine."

Assassin! Yoongi

You were praying that people were still looking for you. There were cameras everywhere at the resort. The police had to see you getting dragged away. They had to know who they were looking for.

Trapped in a basement with no way to get yourself loose, your situation looked dire. However, you were trying to keep yourself calm. Trying to be logical. He killed everyone else but you. It wouldn't make sense for him to bring you somewhere else, to lock you up only to kill you. You just needed to be patient, and remain focused, and wait for a chance to get away.

On the morning of the 3rd day, you're woken by the heavy bang of the basement door and him coming down the stairs. His glaring examination as he stands above you, making you feel small and helpless.

"Would you like to come upstairs?" He asks, letting you hear his voice for the first time. It's much more gentle than you expected. Sounding a little gravelly and softly spoken. Not matching his icy expression.

You nod unsurely. Watching his every move. Jerking away as he squats beside you. While he ignores your squeamish behaviour, moving purposefully to unlock the heavy chains from your arms.

As the cuffs fall down, panic takes over. Your flight reflex kicking in, feeling as if the chance at freedom is slipping through your fingers. Adrenalin removing your critical thinking. And you swing your closed fist at this face, the force knocking him over from his lowly perched position.

Stiffness and rigidity slowing your movements, you jump up, bolting to the stairs. Relief sinking in as your foot touches the bottom step.

However, it's quickly extinguished with a chunk of your hair caught and drawn backwards. Unstable and weakened, you're easily yanked onto the rough concrete floor, your entire left side grazing. The skin on your arm and hand especially tearing and bleeding from breaking your fall. Lifting under your arm he drags you back into the wall. Your head bouncing off the bricks with an echoing smack. Your eyes watering as you howl in pain. The sound crushed by his large hand wrapping around your throat.

Using the length of chain he restrains you again, wrapping it around your neck this time. Pulling it tight. Hooking the steel cuff through one of the large chain links, he locks it around your throat. Fixing it too taut for you to breathe easily. The unmoving metal choking you when you inhale too largely or try to swallow.

Desperately you pull and claw at the chain. Unable to get even your fingertips between it and your skin. Feeling trapped and suffocated worse than before. Unable to take your eyes off of him, terrified as he touches at the small bruise forming on the left of his face.

"You're going to regret that." He scowls with an ice-cold tone. Leaving you alone with nothing but your fear and panic. Sealing you in with a heavy slam of the basement door.

Vampire! Hoseok

You'd regained consciousness while laying on the floor of an unknown bathroom. At first, thinking your thumping headache was due to a handover. But as your brain starts to focus, your hazy memories coming back little by little, panic starts to build.

Struggling to get upright, you cling onto the countertop to pull yourself onto your feet. Sore, trembling, and weak, your body feels wrong. Horror sinking in as you see your reflection. Your face is pale and sickly. Your body covered in blood. Scabbing bite marks all down your neck. Every impossible and unbelievable aspect you remember from last night being made true as you see the physical evidence littering your body.

Lacking the strength to scream, you only gape at the mirror. Slowly trying to absorb everything. Waiting for the longest time, you're too scared to venture into the rest of the house. But finally, have no other choice between that, and waiting for whoever he was to come back.

Tiptoeing down a short hallway, you approach the dim light and sounds at the end of it. Both coming from a television in an otherwise dark lounge room. A brunette man sitting on the couch watching it. His face flashing back into your mind. Remembering how he was laughing so loudly, and how you couldn't pull away as he clung to you.

"Oh, good. My little snack's awake" He catches sight of you and pauses the TV, standing up with a stretch.

Looking left and right, there are doors in both directions. But the left is closer. You bolt, running as best as you can. Gasping as he comes in front of you, blocking your path in an instant. Closing a distance of about 10 feet. Your mind not fully able to comprehend the impossible feat you've seen.

Gawking at him. Moving slowly, you back up. Going off nothing but hope that you can steadily make it to the other door. But he isn't going to let you. You can see the recognition on his face as it pulls into a smile.

"Where're you going?" He chuckles. His image flashing past you. Making you pant as you feel his presence at your back. Once again between you and an exit.

The left side door becomes unbarricaded though. You lurch forward, sprinting to it. Forcing your body to overcome the pain and move faster. Not sure that you can make it. But reason is no longer moving you. Only fear.

You get so close. Your fingertips grazing the handle before your momentum and weight are shoved forward, slamming you into the door. Your body bouncing off it, making you stumble. Your feet wobbling as he spins you, slamming your back flat. Pinning you between him and the wall.

Not ready to give in, you drive your fist forward aiming for his head. Hoping to be able to hit anything. For him to be knocked away. And you do. But he doesn't.

In fact, he barely moves. Your knuckles hitting his cheek having nearly no impact. Instead of any sort of pain, his face fills with a massive grin.

"Oh. That was good. Hit me again." He chuckles. The crazy energy he is exuding is absolutely terrifying you.

You punch repeatedly, hitting his jaw twice. Infuriatingly, having the same minimal effect.

"No, no, baby," he bursts into laugher. Sizing you up as he takes a step back. "I mean hit me like this." He retaliates. Punching you in the face. Completely knocking you off your feet. Making you scream as you hit the floor, your mouth spewing blood. "Or like this," he swings his foot, punting you in the side. Kicking you against the unmoving door. And a second time. Your ribs feeling like they're cracking.

Struggling to breathe, unable to move, you slump onto the floor. Gasping and shaking for air. Thinking over and over that this can't be happening. That it can't be real.

"You're not going to be able to escape if you don't try harder." He ridicules. Booting you again. Making something in your chest snap. Your body no longer able to inhale. No oxygen making it to your lungs. Your head quickly becoming light, your eyes shutting, with a ringing in your ears.

He squats beside you, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Sighing as he pulls your head back. "Well, it's not going to be any fun if you die." He pouts. A moment later shoving his palm into your mouth, blood flowing from a cut. The disgusting warm taste of his blood mixing with yours, coating your tongue. Your breath returning, just as your mind drifts away.

Playboy! Jimin

You knew how he would handle this. If Jimin saw you flirting with anyone like how he was flirting with the server, he would hit you. No doubt about it. He would leave you covered in bruises spouting about betrayal and deception. Yet, here he was doing that exact thing without any conscious or regret. And right in front of his friends too.

Coming back from the bathroom, you could see him sitting at the terrace, holding the hand of the waitress he had been seducing for the entire meal. He was making you look pathetic and you were sick of it. It was time to serve him some of his own medicine and treat him like he does you.

Storming to the table you shout his name, swinging your open hand into his cheek. Not hard enough to do damage, but solid enough to make an impressive sound while knocking his head to the side.

"Stop being a whore! You don't have to hit on everything that breathes!" You yell.

He is always quick to anger, quick to violence and you're ready for a fight. But standing over him, his eyes go wide, his hand gently cupping his face as he retreats back from you. A heart-breaking, pitiful expression on his face.

"Why would you hit me?" Jimin whispers. Tears filling his waterline.

All at once, his friends jump to his defence.

"Y/n! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"He literally wasn't doing anything."

"You go psycho 'cause he talks to another girl? How insecure are you?"

Completely caught off guard, you're standing with the attention of the entire restaurant focused on you. Everyone whispering and staring. Judgement and disgust on all of their faces.

"Jimin, are you okay?" One of his female friends puts her arm around his shoulder, offering him a napkin to wipe his face. He accepts it, dabbing the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Your heart is beating so hard. This isn't what you wanted. You wanted to tell him off in a way he might finally understand. And you wanted him to react as aggressively as he would at home. So someone could intervene if he became too physical. But mostly, you wanted for his friends, for everyone to see how he really is. Hoping maybe it would shame him into changing how he behaved.

But he isn't reacting at all how you expected, and now you look and feel like a complete bitch.

A single tear rolls down Jimin's cheek, eliciting a chorus of sympathies and affection from his friends. As one of the girls starts to get in your face, Jimin jumps to guard you.

"No, It was my fault." He takes your hands, his voice quiet and raspy. "I'm sorry, Angel. I shouldn't have been so friendly. I only love you." he assures you, looking on the verge of tears.

You have no idea what to say. Regret making you feel sick to your stomach. Chewing your lip, you gently touch your palm to the red mark on his skin. Your own eyes getting watery at seeing how sad you made Jimin. The regret hitting you like a hammer to your heart.

Sheepishly, you follow after your boyfriend as he continues to kindly console you, apologising over and over, telling you he loves you while settling the bill for the whole table. He dismisses his friends again as they offer condolences, checking if he is okay while shooting you whithering glances.

By the time the two of you get to the car, you're also on the verge of tears, feeling horrible. Wondering why you acted like you did.

"Jimin," you soothe, as he closes his car door. "I'm so sorry baby. Is your-"

Before you can finish your question, his hand shoots out slamming your head into the dashboard in a powerful single shot.

Springing up, you're gasping, clutching your mouth and nose as blood gushes down your chin and into your hands. Tears heavily flowing as you gawk at him in shock.

The soft and sorry victim act Jimin was playing completely disappears. He doesn't even need to say a word. A conceited smirk saying it all.

Both of you thinking the same thing in that moment; How stupid you were to let him play you like that.

Dom! Taehyung

You genuinely like Taehyung, but after nearly 2 months his fixation on work is really starting to do your head in. Just the night before he had left you tied up for 40 minutes. And not in a fun, sexy way. No, he left because he had to take a call. Then when he came back, he was still on the phone, one-handedly untying you because he was going to be at least another 40 minutes.

After abandoning you again this morning, he comes back into the playroom, seeming oblivious that you're trying not to be annoyed. Not wanting to ruin the rest of the day with a bad attitude. Trying to relax again as he kisses down your chest. Thinking to yourself that at least he's finished with work and you can have him all to yourself now. Only that's not the case.

Casually he informs you about another video call he is going to have in 20 minutes. You don't even wait for the end of his sentence before you're already losing it.

"Are you fucking serious?!" You snap, swatting downwards smacking his hands, throwing your palms into his chest to shove him off you.

Straight away you can tell that you've crossed the line. But you're not in the right mind to care.

With a warning look, Taehyung attempts to retake control and put you back in your place. He orders you to your knees with a snap of his fingers. Giving you the chance to submit and move past your disrespectful outburst.

But you're no longer in the mood to play and right now you don't give a crap about his rules. You scoff, rolling your eyes, and shouldering past him.

You should have heeded his warning because now you've pushed Taehyung too far, and he's going to teach you to appreciate the second chance you just threw away.

Not letting you get far, his hand latches onto your arm bending it behind your back. Dragging you down the hall, he takes you to his office, throwing you under his work desk. Your bare knees grazing against the carpet as you smack into the metal frame. Using the electric controls, Taehyung alters his desk to a standing height.

At this point, your inner brat has been silenced and you're not stupid enough to keep fighting him, letting him handcuff you. Your hands getting fixed on either side of the desk's frame.

"Come here, girl." He stands, grabbing a handful of your hair, making you yelp in pain, hauling you towards him as he pulls down his pants. Shoving his dick in your mouth. "You're going to wish you'd gotten on your knees by choice" He growls. Holding you, forcing you to suck him as he gets himself hard.

Finally, he lets you pull back. Giving you a few seconds to cough and pant, trying to catch up, everything happening too quickly.

"Sir, I'm-" you whimper, wanting to apologize and lessen his anger and his roughness. But he cuts you off, forcing you back on his cock, pushing it down your throat this time, making you choke.

"When I want you to talk, I'll tell you." He scolds as you try to squirm away, your unprepared throat spasming around him. "Otherwise the next time you speak, you'll be thanking me for my cum. Am I clear pet?"

Keeping himself pressed to the base a few moments longer, your hands ball into fists, tears running down your cheeks. Jangling metal on metal as you try to pull free.

Spluttering and panting, you pull too hard and fall onto your ass when he lets you loose, spit running down your chin. A sheet of goosebumps shivering down your arms from how his dominance is scaring you a little, but affecting you a lot.

You swallow hard, nodding. Too embarrassed to look up to him. Not wanting him to see that some part of you is enjoying this. "Yes, Sir." You whisper.

Above you, you hear the tone for a video call ringing on his computer. Nerves making you feel a little uneasy, the realization hitting of what he's going to do.

"Good. Now open." He orders you back into place.

Obeying, you take him into your mouth. Thankful that he is now allowing you to control the pace.

"And you're going to be very quiet until I'm done." He looks down at you, hissing the warning. "Or I'm going to make this look gentle." He ends, answering the call.

Mafia! Jungkook

Jolting up in bed you're breathing hard. Shaking. Your dreams were nightmarish, but they didn't compare to the reality you were waking to.

As it often could, the futility of your life snuck up on you. Overwhelming you as your thoughts swirled out of control. Reminding you that you had no freedom. That everything you had and everything you were was taken away by the person who was laying beside you in bed. The person you loved, and the person you hated.

Falling into a state of self-pity, you curl yourself up, wrapping your arms around your knees. Breaking into heavy sobs. Unable to regulate your emotions.

The dark outline of Jungkook moves restlessly. His head lifted from the pillow. "Kitten. What's wrong?" he asks sleepily. Taking a second more to wake up and realize how heavily you were crying.

But when he does, it moves him to action. Turning on the side lamp, flooding the room with light. Your tear-streaked eyes hurting a little from the brightness. He scoots closer, resting his hand on your head.

"Aww, baby," he coos. "What happened?"

"Don't touch me," you wind tighter into your seated huddle, shrugging him off.

"Y/n, I-" he starts, sounding unsure of what to say. "What can I do?"

It was a pointless question. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he would do. The only thing you wanted was something he had made clear he would never give you. With everything you knew, with everything you had seen, he'd told you before that you couldn't leave and live.

Which meant you had no choice but to wait until the inevitable point when Jungkook got bored of you or didn't love you anymore. Then he would throw you away and kill you to make sure he was never exposed. No matter how much he insisted that would never happen, you knew it was your inescapable end.

"I hate you," you whisper, crying into your knees.

"What?" he moves closer, not able to make out what you said.

"I hate you!" You scream, lifting your head, making sure he heard you this time. "I hate being here. I hate it. I want my life back! I want my life." Your fingers dig into your hair. The nervous, panicked energy aching to get out.

He tries to soothe you again, reaching out softly to touch your arm. But once more you shirk him off.

"Y/n. You're okay, baby," he consoles, his voice filled with worry.

"No. I hate you." You yelp again. This time pushing him back by throwing your fist into his chest.

Almost longing for him to hit you back. Wanting him to help you. Wanting him to reinforce the monster you know he is. To remind you why you should hate him more than you love him. To make your resentment of him easier.

But he doesn't retaliate.

Only making the turmoil in your head worse, seeing his eyes burning with sympathy and pain. Ruining the last shred of composure you were clinging to.

Swinging again, you spin to him. Driving your fists down as hard as you can, rocking him back as he absorbs the strike.

"I hate you." You scream, tears breaking any power in your voice.

You pound his chest, again and again, wailing over and over that you hate him. Desperate to release all your anger and fear and pain. Wanting to make him hurt as much as you do.

Jungkook only holds his hands up, trying to take some of the force out of your hits. Letting you explode and pour out your anger at him.

But no matter how you hit him, it does nothing. Your heart is still throbbing. Your head is still swarming with noise.

Feeling helpless and hopeless you scream, bunching your fists tightly, pushing the heel of your palms into your forehead. Trying to stop the suffering in your head from being so loud. From the endless panic and anxiety. With no success.

Slowly, your energy wanes, all of the fury you had to give being used up. Your shoulders slump forward hunching over as you continue to bawl.

Gently, Jungkook opens his arms, holding them, waiting for you to need him. Softly touching your arm, encouraging you to come to him. And you do, pining for comfort. Letting him wrap around you, and pull you close. Holding you as you sob. Your fist bunching his shirt, still trying to release your despair.

The both of your remain motionless like this until you finally exhaust yourself. Your cries simmering down to whimpers. His shirt soaked in your tears.

With every last drop of your energy spent, all of your tears shed, Jungkook lowers you back down, keeping you close. Cradling you, while his hand strokes your hair and back, your mind uneasily beginning to go blank.

"I'm sorry that I can't let you go, baby." he hushes. "But it's okay. You can hate me as much as you need. I promise to still love you."

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SWEET THING

King Hoseok x reader

Wolf hybrid Namjoon x reader

wordcount:5.2k

warnings:LOTS. NONCON, breeding, dirty talk, cum inflation, lots of cum, plugging up cum, piss/wetting yourself/omo, FEAR play, pwp, predator/prey, violence, threats of body modification, body modification, restraints, mentions wound fucking but not detailed, big wolf dick, pussy slapping?, crying, oral giving and receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, humiliation, degrading, sex pollen, body harm, hybrids, hybrid breeding. anal, omg it looks like Namjoon is muzzled in the pic above i love it.

summary: Just evil king Hoseok who hunts down the last remaining hybrids left after the war that took place years ago when hybrid first came about, keeping a collection all for himself, he find a rare bunny hybrid ... you, ofc he couldn't do it without his loyal dog. I wrote this in two hours on a whim yesterday and its probably the fastest thing I have written. sorry for any mistakes its 12 AM

This is dark ! heavy ! please read with caution

Your knees felt like they could split open from the hard evergreen marble floors of the palace where you had been for the past hour, not allowed to move until the king arrived. Your tongue felt like sandpaper in your mouth, like swallowing broken glass and eyes puffy from how much you had cried. surely dehydrated.

You knew better, you mastered your stealth over the years and knew what, when and where was safe.

You know better. but you were so hungry, so , so , hungry.

"explain why a sweet little thing like you was stupid enough to steal from me"

Your tongue comes to wet the dry cracks on your lips, his voice so cheery and bright, a terrifying edge to it as you realy on your hearing to fill in the blanks of your vision, his voice making you flinch in fear. you cant help but tremble, rope much to tight and arms locked painful behind your back. you cant see with the bag over your head and your voice comes out in broken plea, cracking from the lack of moisture.

"im sorry sir, please have mercy on me". He could barley hear you and the low hum that flows through the room, a low rumble in his throat at your begging. your own throat bobs as you try to will yourself not to cry in front of the king, you've heard far to many stories about the king and what a cruel man he was, it was enough to give anyone nightmares and stay far away as possible, especially the ones like you, the special ones.

Hoseok clicks his tongue in thought. "ok send her off the slave quarters" you breathe a sigh of relief, having kept your identity safe enough to be sent to be a slave, it was the best outcome you could hope for but maybe the sigh of relief and the visible relaxation of your body was to0 obvious, you were so close but the king was never a kind man.

"but first .... strip her"

you freeze

you want to object

you'd rather be dead

Because being a working slave forced to build up structures and shine his shoes was better then being dead but being dead was better then being found out as a hybrid and not just any hybrid. with what little energy you could muster you try to pull away from the guards hand

"no,no dont touch me, please sir"

The guard rips the bag from your head and your blinded with light, your eyes trying to adjust to the beautiful dazzling lights and ruby quartz that decorate the space but they stay in a starry like fuzz from your tears that cloud your eyes. Its when your scarf is ripped from your head with the bag do you loose all hope, your legs trembling in fear, raw fear that made you want to throw up.

"well would you look at that, a sweet little bunny? I didn't think there were any left"

Your short ears twitch on your head, your left ear however droops, the muscle far too damaged from being tugged on by a villager that tried to kidnap you many years ago, you thought you were careful, told yourself you would never get caught again or let hunger take over your logical thinking, but here you are.

The King claps loudly in the room, smile spreading over his face like it was Christmas day. "and here I though that all the bunnies had gone extinct" the guard pulls you along until you were being pushed to your knees, no thrown to your knees infront of the king. A pained whimper echoing off the large marble walls.

"No need to be so harsh Tae, its just a little bunny, its not going anywhere" the guard nods in understanding as the king smiles down at you but you don't dare look up to meet the evil in his eyes. it was rare to see a bunny hybrid, most of them had been caught and sold for pleasure or brutally murdered years ago, they were the most desirable of all hybrids after all.

The King had just struck gold.

Most of the passive delicate prey hybrids were extinct , rare gems if you could get your hands on a cat, a mouse or ...a bunny.

"I bet Seokjin would surrender his army and even his kingdom for it sir" The guard spoke from behind you, his hand clasped around the back of your neck to keep you still.

it?

you squirm in his hold, your breathing picking up in panic.

The king only hums in his throat as he eyes you silently, his finger fitting under your chin to lift your face to his. "dont you have any respect for your king sweet thing" his tender touch turn harsh around your jaw when you try to turn your head and will away the tears

"look at me" his voice a harsh growl completely making your heart still in fear, a laugh snakes its way out of his mouth at your trembling lip. "oh god your shaking sweetheart, how cute"

There was no good outcome to this and you would rather be killed right here right now. you were going to be used for sexual pleasure over and over and over again by different people if you didn't get out now. you heard the stories, you've heard about the hybrid markets , you've hear about the endless night of torture.

"Sweet little bunny is a bit far from home aren't you?, are you going to submit and show your king your sweet little cunt" Hoseok cant contain his smirk, it spills over his lips and over his face, drinking you in as he motions for the guard to untie you. once the last thread of rope is pulled from your hands you waste no time.

Your hands fly out , claws drawn to swipe across the smile on his face, the blood doesn't ooze straight away, it prickles, three deep gashes turning pink across his cheek. somewhat stunned, frozen in place you forget to run, the guard reacting fast to hold you down while the king moves to touch the blood that has begun to drip and gush down his face and staining the white collar of his silk shirt.

His eyes were emotionless when he looks at your scared face, your body goes limp at the force of the slap that he delivers to your cheek. Your head wiping to the side and into the sturdy chest of the guard behind you. nothing but a fragile whimper leaving your mouth, your hair sticking to your neck with sweat, ears pressed flat ontop of your head, you cover your face with your hands as you cry as you fall to the floor.

His hand is quick to thread through your hair, tugging at the roots until it felt like your sculp was on fire, you look up at him through watery eyes "you'll regret that, I promise you'll wish you never put your hands on me"

The guard clears his throat. "should I take it downstairs sir, Jimin hasn't been fed in a while" you cry harder, hysterically as you cling to the kings leg. Everyone knew about the dragon hybrid that the king owned, people that get sent down to the dragon never make it back.

"hmm no" he pulls you up by the hair until you were standing on two feet.

"just declaw it and get Namjoonie from his cell, make sure to inject him with enough pollen to last a few hours and muzzle him because hes been a bit feral lately" He lets go of your hair and you fall to the hard floor, winded and gasping for air when he rolls you onto your back with his shoe.

"im going to have fun, I want to see that pretty pussy on display, spread it"

The guard ignores your protest and cries as he strips you of all clothing, prying open your legs wide and keeping them open for the king to feast his eyes upon. anyone walking past would be able to see you.

A deep groan from the king as he spreads you open further with two fingers. "Tae hand me the paddle, this slut needs to know its place, how does 10 sound sweet thing?" you couldn't answer, your cries wailing in the large open throne room. His fingers running up and down your slit with evil intent, working them in soothing circles to get your blood circulating.

The guard hands him the paddle and Hoseok brushes it over your clit softly. "i wonder if it can cum just from this, shall we test it out?" he asks with a smile before coming down with force on your clit, the loud slap of the paddle making your breathing stop, hitched in your lungs before you cry out in pain , your legs kicking and flying about to get away only making the king angrier.

"Tae -fuck hold her still and cut her heels, its getting on my nerves"

you black out from the pain.

You wake with immense pain in your ribs, they felt like they were caging into your lungs making it hard to breathe, everything hurt and your body was screaming in pain. you remember satisfaction in his eyes when he watched all the light drain from your eyes, it was terrifying and you were scared beyond measure

With your hands cuffed to the bed, the silken sheets underneath you supplying a little bit of relief on your tired body. tears ran down your face in hot streaks and wetting the expensive fabric as you wiggle your body to free yourself, your body aching in pain every time you move.

"I told you that you that I would make you regret it little bunny" your head lifts in fear, your wiggling intensifies to try and get away from him, his relaxed posture as he leans up against the wall and watches you struggle with a smile.

The bottoms of your legs are deadweight "please" you cant stop the tears infront of the merciless king, his amused stare watching you panic like all bunnies would.

"please what"

He moves from his position against the wall to slowly make his way over to you with heeled steps, his shoes clicking against the red marble floors of his royal chambers, it sounded like a ticking bomb with every step until he was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at your tear stained face

"p-please dont hurt me sir-pl-eas"

He continues to walk, hands behind his back moving over to one side of the bed. his hand coming out to softly touch your cheek that was bruised from his hand earlier, your body littered with marks of tremendous pain, you flinch away from him and his touch

he wasn't happy.

"So precious and small, sweet thing, I could snap you like a twig"

To your misery you were stripped down to nothing, remembering how he spread you open to play with you. your bare body presented to his wandering eyes as he drinks you in under the privacy of his room. His hand coming to rest on your thigh before spreading your legs open again, fingers coming to play with your abused clit that throbbed under his touch.

His other hand clamps over your mouth to shush your cries. there was nothing you could do, you couldn't even move your legs from the trauma he had put them through. You don't know if you would even be able to walk again, Achilles tendon sliced with no mercy, you couldn't run now even if you wanted to.

"you passed out before I could really start the fun earlier but if you keep up with your crying I have no problem sewing your mouth shut or cutting out your tongue, all you have to do is tell me if there are anymore like you and daddy will reward you" he waits for your answer patiently, you were weak against his grip but you'd rather die trying.

He removes his hand from your mouth to let you speak, expecting you to comply but instead you spit in his face. your entire body trembles when he calmly wipes at his eye with his hand.

"you obviously haven't learned anything about me and just how cruel a king i can be" and with that he stepped away from the bed, gathering the tape that he already had ready. He holds your jaw still as he places the tape over your mouth and walks away to the bedroom door, not looking back as he clicks the door shut and leaving you there in the silence of the unfamiliar room.

you dont know how long you lay there helplessly crying to yourself, a female nurse coming in to clean and bandage your ankles and hands but no matter how much you beg and plead her from behind the thick piece of tape over your mouth she doesn't look you in the eye.

"It will be better if you just do what he says, im sorry " she collects her things quietly and quickly exits the room just as Hoseok enters again, giving the nurse a harsh glare and shooing her away with zero patience.

Her eyes wide as he looks at the king then just over the kings shoulder, fear plagues her face before she looks at her feet and scurries away.

Hoseoks icy glare turns into a bright smile as he enters the room, the clinking sound of chains not far behind. in his hand a thick metal chain and attached to it a beast, no a wolf . A hybrid wolf. The wolf hybrid could barley open his eyes, chest heaving and panting like the hybrid had just come back from a huge marathon. You could see his veins pulsing under his flushed skin, trying so hard not to pounce on the addicting sweetness that was your scent, the smell of your fear mixing in the air and the wolf was getting drunk on it.

" I like my pets a little more broken, not an inch of fight left and I don't mind breaking them in myself but as king I just don't have time to tame you, lucky i have just the thing"

He tugs the wolf into the room by a metal chain, Hoseoks name engraved into the pups chest, a painful burn, a reminder of ownership with a matching collar around the wolfs neck in gold.

He tugs harshly on the chain until the wolf collapses onto the floor, its muscles bulging to steady itself on the marble. The wolf sits on its knees and you watch with puffy eyes as Hoseok moves his hand through the pups hair. The dog looked feral, unhinged and ready to pounce and tear you apart, eye turning a hue of lilac telling you it couldn't wait to taste you.

"Oh I think Joonie likes you, bet he can smell you from here"

You heard the deep growl in its chest as it watch you cry. fear paralyzed you, your instincts screaming at you to run, to hide and burrow but you were trapped under the thick metal and your feet were robbed of movement.

"This is Joonie and hes been a really bad dog" Hoseoks hand turns from patting the pups hair to grabbing a handful of his locks in a harsh tug, rolling the pups head around as he pleases before pulling him by the hair to the end of the bed, keeping him planted on his knees with strong hand, panting behind his muzzle.

"He hasn't cum for a week, only been lucky enough to use that pretty mouth to get me off but his big useless dick hasn't been touched for so long" Hoseok lets go of the his hair, the big dog letting out a whimper when he does so.

"I usually let my pup fuck the human slaves but he got so riled up he ended up mauling one of them to death, ripping them open and fucking their open wounds he just couldn't get enough, it was one of my favorite pets too"

The king tuts in memory of the incident as you silently cry, your eyes not moving from the wolf that was much to close for comfort, fear eating you alive in a slow burning suffocation, water dripping from your nose and past the thick tape on your mouth. Hoseok manhandles your legs apart again and taking a glimpse of your pretty cunt, taking two fingers to spread you open to inspect you, his fingers brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance.

"what's wrong bunny, are you scared? is that why your so dry down here" he rubs at your clit and you try desperately to close your legs, Namjoon growls at your resistance against Hoseok and you instantly open your legs out of fear, your prey instincts making your body limp and floppy.

Your body shakes and trembles when Hoseok sucks two fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva before pushing the digits inside of you, it hurt and you cant mask the scream that comes out muffled.

you pull at your restraints as Hoseok begins to move his digits inside of you, not starting off slow and with no mercy he pumps them into you, holding you down by your abdomen as he works on loosening you up.

"i wouldn't scream if i were you, Namjoonie loves when sweet things like you scream and cry and beg for mercy, do you want the big bad wolf to fuck your tiny virgin holes? hes not a nice as me"

You shake your head franticly, voice muffled in your throat as you cry endlessly, patheticaly as Namjoons eyes turn a deeper shade of lust, a feral urge growing inside of him.

"Are you going to tell me where the other bunnies are, surely your not alone?" your mind wanders off to Jungkook, he was probably terrified all alone at home, you had gone to get food and never returned. you would never let anything happen to him and you keep your mouth clamped shut.

Hoseok takes notice of your silence, he was disappointed. He removes his fingers from your barley streached out hole, wiping the residue of your slick over your swollen clit.

"hmm that too bad, I dont have time for this so you leave me no choice"

Hoseok gets off the bed and moves over to where Namjoon is still on his knees waiting patiently, drooling from the sides of his mouth, his eyes haven't left your cunt since he came into the room, his hooded eyes telling you just how much he wanted to ruin you and you cant help the electric zap of fear when he pulls Namjoon closer.

Hoseok makes a move to remove the muzzle from his pet and you panic thrashing around in the warm bed to get away, the anatomy wouldn't work, the wolf was much to big and when you glance down at his cock you cant help the tears that fall, it was never going to fit. you were just a bunny.

You shake your head frantically ,pulling hard at your restraints and Hoseok smirks, you cant hold in your fear and your legs involuntarily shake, you bladder letting loose.

It trickles and seeps into the sheet, Hoseok coos and laughs at you, Namjoon feels his wolf going feral inside him, the muzzle falls falls from his mouth and it hits the marble floor

Namjoon sees red

sees you

Nothing but you, the smell of you so sweet, the smell of your fear igniting lust and setting fire to his predator instincts.

He let out a deep growl when he moves onto the bed, instincts telling him to fuck you until your clinging for dear life, just wants to fuck you into unconsciousness with an inch of your life , his hands are rough on your thighs ,pulling them so open harshly you think he tore a ligament of your hamstring, the air being forced out of you with a pitiful whimper, your body going lax when the wolf bares his sharp teeth.

Namjoon is quickly stopped half way into opening your legs as far as they could go when Hoseok pulls at his hair again.

"Teeth away, dont break her too much Joonie, she's absolute terrified , I mean look at what a mess she made, I bet you could just eat her right up, use your mouth to clean up the mess you caused" Namjoon breathes deeply, his cock pulsing and turning purple secured with the cock ring that had been staring at him all week, your smell was intoxicating, the idea of having you in his mouth making him salivate with a grunt.

Hoseok pushes the back of Namjoons head down until his mouth connects with your sensitive folds, he wastes no time opening his mouth to indulge in you, his clawed hands wrapping around your thighs and holding you down to let his tongue work relentless on you, licking and sucking you clean. loud messy noises filling the chamber.

"disgusting, making a mess in my bed, I think you deserve to be fucked on the floor where you belong"

The wolfs sharp teeth nip against your flesh making you tense in fear, how easy he could kill you right now settling in, your body shakes as your first orgasm rips through you unexpectedly, your back arching as your legs shake. all you could do was cry and lay there to take it. Hoseok patting down Namjoons ears. "oh she likes it, doesn't his mouth feel good, doesn't it feel good to surrender and submit to those who know best, tell me how his mouth feels"

Hoseok tapped your chin "open your eyes and tell me" you open your eyes that had been closed shut in fear, Namjoons hooded hungry eyes looking right back at you from between your legs, a low growl in his chest before he slips his tongue inside your small unused hole.

You thrash on the bed, hot streak of weak tears collecting at your collarbone, your hips lifting off the bed to get away from the intrusive simulation but Namjoon dosnt allow for it, your hips barley moving an inch off the bed. He rips the tape from your mouth, it hurts and the sting of pain swirls around your head.

"please , h-hurts- " you could barley talk, weak from the abuse you have endured when you tried to run for freedom and the lack of food in your system, you wouldn't be able to take the wolfs thick length that lays achingly hard against the silk sheets, his hips rutting into nothing in desperation.

"thats too bad precious" Hoseok yanks Namjoon back by his collar, metal digging into his throat and mouth dripping, a thick layer coating his chin and dripping onto the expensive bed. Hoseok unlocks your restraints and your hands fall to the bed, not daring to move as the wolf holds you with a stare that promises you would regret moving.

The king takes purchase between your legs, holding them open to see your now glistening cunt so pretty and on display, he doesn't bother with anymore foreplay, hes been to kind to you already and so he pulls down his pants, letting his cock slap against you thigh before he pushes into you without warning and bearing the fruits of his labor.

your muscles tense and your hands move to push him away, it hurt, the way he grit his teeth at the resistance of your walls and the sudden pop of him pushing all the way inside of you, your mouth hanging wide open as you squeeze your eyes shut. "ah-ah dont even think about doing anything little bunny or ill command my pet to fuck your throat"

He pulls out to the tip loving the way your walls tried to suck him back in, head catching against the rim of your entrance. "you want him to fuck your throat until his knot swells and gets dislodged in your throat leaving you with no room to breath with a broken jaw ?, iv see him do it, i bet you'd love it little pain slut"

The king laughs as fear takes over every inch of your body, fucking back into you. "want us both to fuck you open real nice and slow, use and breed all your slutty little holes, Namjoonie can take your virgin ass while i fuck you full ?"

You couldn't breathe from the amount of fear and adrenaline coursing though your body. your airway closing up so only little squeaks could make their way though. you felt him so deep inside of you, the drag along your walls leaving your limbs feeling like jelly

"such a good little cockslut, just wanna be bred dont you?" he hooks his hands under your legs, his fingers brushing over your Achilles tendons making you cry out in pain, distracting you from the tight feeling winding up in your gutt again.

Namjoon was panting, skin sweating as he fights the urge to keep himself planted and not make promise to everything the king was saying, Hoseok having a tight grip on the leash the entire time.

A knock interrupts you . Taehyung , the guard from before walks in. His eyes fall on you, bloody, bruised, fucked into a speechless pet for pleasure. "im sorry to interrupt but we found another bunny, he was wondering around the market" Jungkook...

Hoseok pulls out reluctantly with a deep growl of annoyance but is quickly replaced with a smile. "two in one day, when did i get so lucky" he turns from his guard and back to you, your shiny eyes leaking a fresh batch of tears. "no,no please dont hurt him, do-dont touch him" Taehyung bows to leave but Hoseok stops him and commands him to sit and watch, he wont take long.

You were still begging, words slurring into nonsense and Hoseok coos at you, taking a fistful of your hair and yanking your face closer to his.

"This is perfect darling don't you see, you get to be a mindless little bunny, only good for taking cock, gonna get you nice and full" he taps his cock at your lips and pushing it past your lips into your mouth , fucking into your throat at a punishing pace with an iron grip to your scalp.

"A breeding slut to make daddy rich, you should just be lucky i don't leave you to my dragon down in the cellar, the last person that pissed me off got sent down there, their holes so stretched and torn that they dont close anymore, just a gaping hole and barley alive"

Its too deep, too far, you could feel your throat retching, begging to get rid of the intrusion that was fucking into your mouth but he holds you there, the first spirt of salty cum making you gag and trying desperately to pull off.

Hoseok hold you still, fingers pinching your nose. "swallow or you don't breathe" you swallow around the cock and he groans in pleasure, pulling his softening length from your throat with a soft pat to your head.

You throw up almost instantly, your body not being about to take it. The fear, the repulsion and disgust, his smile was condescending as he pats your cheek softly

"puppy is going to breed you nice and full, hes been dying for it, got so much cum for you, built up all week you'll feel so full" Hoseok releases the long chain he had been holding onto the entire time, it falls to the marble floor with a deafening clank and Namjoon wastes no time manhandling you onto your stomach. Hand rough in your hair and holding you down into the fluffy pillows

"don't try and talk to him either, i removed his vocal cords long ago"

claws dig their way into your flesh to hold you down while the wolf pushes the thick head into you, a broken scream of pain followed by a pained moan cracking your voice when he pushes in all the way, it was too big, you could feel your insides splitting open to accommodate his size, you felt him everywhere.

Feeling high on pain and that inkling of pleasure had you closing your eyes ready to give up, the slow but harsh bucking of hips turning your limbs into jelly and defenseless against being broken in by the wolf, sinking deeper with every thrust until you could feel the large pulsing length at your cervix

Namjoon loosing his will to go slow and picking up a harsh pace, your body rippling when his hips connect to your skin, your teeth biting into the pillow as drool and tears soak through. faint moans with every deep thrust leaves Hoseok pleased, if he could tame a dragon and a wolf then a sweet little bunny like you was nothing.

"i hope what they saying about fucking like bunnies is true because we have all night darling"

He pats the dogs hair before whispering in his ear "and Joonie dont kill this one, i need it alive and breedable" Hoseok leaves with a final click of the door to attend other kingdom matters, claws sinking deeper into your soft flesh to keep you still and pull you back onto his cock.

"joonie, Namjoonie s-slow d-down" He couldnt think, just breed breed breed playing around in his mind, sweet little bunny, must breed. feeling hot with need with whatever Hoseok injected him with. He wasnt allowed to entertain your words, he didn't want to be punished again and your walls squeezing him so tight didn't allow him to think much of anything else so he pushes your face back into the pillow, silencing you with his hand over your mouth.

An hour latter you were a mess of cum, drool and tears. the wolf was hardly done with you at all, even with his cum oozing from you and leaking down your thighs, even with your stomach protruding painfully, he didn't stop, getting bored of your loose walls to move his length to your unused hole, sobbing and protesting and pushing him out.

he just wanted that tight warmth your ass could provide and pushes through the resistance, your sobbing dying on your tongue when he pushes and fucks all the way in

One hour turns into two and when Hoseok walks back into the room your so fucked out, moving in and out of consciousness that you don't acknowledge him or Namjoons tongue lapping you up. Whatever Hoseok injected him with earlier had now worn off completely. Hoseok plugging you up to keep all the cum inside.

"oh bunny what a mess, even with the plug in your still leaking everywhere" The king tuts in amusement. "might have to hang you upside down to make sure it all stays in"

He pats Namjoons head before picking you up, much heavier then before with all the cum inside you. "there's still so much more breeding to do sweet thing, dont fall asleep yet"

He takes you room with a glass window, nothing in the room except a shallow mattress and Jungkook pacing back and forth, his bunny eras erect to listen for any sounds. Jungkook was locked in the room, you could see him but he couldn't see you. you watch him grab his ears and pull them harshly, what had they done to him

like he could read your mind the king spoke up. "we injected him with some special.." he pauses, a smile filtering across his face. "some special medicine, he was being very difficult and we knew he wasn't going to breed on his own will"

Hoseok goes to unlock the door while you watch your friend loose him mind, suddenly his nose twitches, his head snapping up and looking right at you, he couldn't see you but his pupils dilated, almost fully black.

Hoseok picks you up and throws you into the bed.

"good luck"

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