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luv-gukkie · 27 days

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★j𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe you’re just trying to survive.

word count: +2.1k

tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a ‘bit’ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey

notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if it’s confusing!

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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.

but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.

the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?

it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.

the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?

are you still alive?

it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?' You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner — you learned his name was Yoongi — left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.

you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.

but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.

the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.

as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.

everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked. there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.

you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.

you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."

yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.

he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."

Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."

He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.

the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.

And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.

All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."

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keullaesigbeogeo · 3 years

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Finishing Up My Meal- Jeon Jungkook

Type: Smut

Word Count: 1.3k +

Summary: It was just another day at work for you, but what happens when your boyfriend decides to visit you?

You slowly swayed your hips as you moved your body up and down to the beat of the music. The strap of your clothing slowly started to slip off your shoulder, making you quickly move onto the pole, flipping upwards. It fell back in place as you turned your body, climbing up the pole. You held on tightly, lifting your feet up into the air.

A smile creeped up onto your face as you gracefully dropped your feet, climbing all the way to the top, rubbing yourself against the pole before going through a series of flips, softly landing at the bottom.

You crept forward, almost reaching the edge of the stage before slowly moving down into the splits. You bent down, to anyone else, it would look like you were stretching, but the people here knew better. There were screams and yelled as money was thrown at you, the money increasing by the minute.

The hollers got louder and louder as “FOCUS ON ME” by Jus2 started playing. You moved your body slowly, knowing that this was one of the crowd’s favorite songs. You stayed on the ground, opening and closing your legs as you danced, your hands waving around in the air. Your eyes moved around the crowd, scanning to see how much the spectators liked what you were doing.

Most of them all liked what you were doing, they were all hollering and screaming out loud. You shivered, your body suddenly cold. You looked toward the side, where the grim aura was coming from. Your heart froze.

There stood your boyfriend. He was staring at you heatedly, his eyes looking black under the dimly lit walls. You gulped, knowing what was coming your way. He tilted his head to the side, telling you to finish it off quickly.

Your eyebrows furrowed before finishing off with grinding on the floor, winking at the crowd. You stood up, walking off the stage as people went to go collect the money that you had earned. You made sure to move your hips, hearing the whistles that were piercing through the air.

“This way please, we changed the location of your changing room to the front.” You followed whoever spoke, wanting to go get changed and see Jungkook as soon as possible. You both walked quickly, reaching the room in less that a minute.

You nodded your head at the girl. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, watching her walk off to go help someone else. You slipped through the door and into the room, slipping the skimpy clothing off. You picked up the clothes that you were wearing before you got here. Black jeans with a white adidas t-shirt.

You heard the door slowly open, the creaking barely noticeable. You whipped around, covering yourself with your t-shirt. “J-Jungkook?” Your voice trembled, able to see the lust in his face.

He quickly moved towards you, grabbing you and slamming you against the chair. “Did you mean to do that?” His voice was low and husky, making you wonder whether you should be scared to turned on.

“Do what?” You questioned him, wanting him to say it out loud. You waited for him to speak, watching him as his eyes searched your face.

A groan left his mouth. “Why do you have to be so sexy?” He whined, stomping his foot on the ground. “I swear, everyone there was looking at you like you were a meal. Only I’m allowed to look at you like that!”

He moved towards you, sitting down on the floor while hugging your body. His head was near your stomach, rubbing against it. You wiggled around, getting comfortable before rubbing his hair lightly.

“Do you mind if I put my clothes on now?” You were sitting on the chair bare, his clothed body hugging you. Although it felt nice to have him hug you, you really didn’t like the feeling of sitting on a chair without underclothes on.

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he slowly bent his body down, his face now on top of your womanhood. You let out a small gasp as he lightly licked you, the wetness of his tongue creating a new feeling.

Your body went weak as he moved all the way down, his tongue now able to get a better reach. His hands moved to the side of your thighs, gripping them and pulling them apart. You let out a lewd moan as he licked all the way from the bottom to the top, your hands fisting into his hair.

“H-hey… we’re in a p-public place…” You tried to speak, your body not working. You felt Jungkook shrug as he looked up towards you, his face now wet with your juices.

“I locked the door, we’ll be good.” He moved his face back down, his tongue circling around while sucking up whatever he could. Your breaths came out short as he stood up, leaning on top of you as he kissed you.

He licked your lip before pushing into them, biting and pulling. You caught his tongue before sucking on it, loving the way he moaned. It vibrated your body, making your body shake.

His hands went below your legs, lifting you up. He walked towards the couch, dropping you onto it. You winced at the impact.

“Damn, you didn’t have to drop me tha-” Jungkook’s laid on top of you, his veiny hands roaming your body. He held onto your shoulders as he bit your collarbone, sucking and slurping.

You winced at the slight pain it gave off, your hands gripping the sides of the couch. A long, lewd moan left your mouth as he pushed all three of his fingers into you.

“Aish, shit. You’re so tight.” Jungkook let out a groan while moving his fingers, slowly scissoring them before going at a faster pace. “I can fix that…” His hand started going in circular motions, making you clench around him tightly, moving around to get the right spot.

You brain was muddled due to the feeling of ecstasy you were getting, but you were able to slowly move your hand down, grabbing onto his. He looked up at you as you both moved your heads, still not stopping. You took a deep breath before nodding your head at him and collapsing your head back onto the couch, allowing your body to fully enjoy what was happening.

Jungkook smiled before pulling his hand out keeping eye contact with you as he sucked on his fingers. You could feel the heat start to make its way onto your face, but you pushed it back down.

“So are you going to fuck me or not?” You sounded dead serious as you said that, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook let out a wide bunny smile before he slowly moved his hands to your hips, placing his cock against your entrance.

He looked at you innocently, widening his eyes before thrusting in fully. You let out a whimper, loving the way his cock fit perfectly in you. You could feel him start not be able to hold himself back. He let out a low moan as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. The grip that you had on the couch was starting to get tighter and tighter, making your knuckles almost pure white.

You could feel him growing even bigger inside of you as he went in and out. Both of you started letting out different types of noises. Loud, soft, and erotic ones.

Right when you felt like he couldn’t get any bigger, you felt his whole cock twitch inside of you, making you tighten around him. You stomach started to fill up with butterflies waiting to be released, but you held it in. You let out a gasp as he started pushing into you harder and harder.

Jungkook started to tremble inside of you as he released, making your body shake and come at the same time. You laid there, trying to get your head to calm down before he started pushing into you again, not stopping.

“Wha- what are y-you doing?” Your voice slurred at you talked, loving the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’ve just finishing up my meal…” He trailed off before you closed your eyes and grabbed his hair, just enjoying the pleasurable feeling he was giving you.

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Mafia! Yoongi x Reader 3

1 2 3 4 5 6 6 1/2. 7. 8

Fair warning: this will end up being a lemon 🍋 meaning unprotected sex; blowjob; shower sex; etc

“Ugh Yoongi I can’t get this!” You said as you once again missed the target in the shooting range. He would sometimes chuckle at how frustrated you would get when you’d miss the target. He thought it was cute that you couldn’t get something he was good at. He decided to help your hopeless self with this

He was trying hard to stay in control because of what you were wearing. You had yoga shorts and a tank top. The skin right clothes making his pants a bit uncomfortable.

“Come on you’re tense, just loosen up” he said coming behind you and tracing his hands from your hips, up your sides, rounding your shoulders and sliding them down your arms to hold the gun with you.

“Okay now concentrate” he whispered and gave your shoulder a kiss. “Maybe I’ll reward you if you hit it a few times” you relax your shoulders a little and pulled the trigger once and missed. You sighed

“That’s okay. Try again” you shot again and came a little closer to your target. “That’s it. You got this baby” you shot again and finally hit the target

“I—I finally got it! Oh my god! Did you see that Yoongi?” You turn to your boyfriend

“Yes I did now come on. You still got like 3 more bullets” he moved from you and observed as you fired two more. Both making it to the chest of the dummy target. You put the final one in the head and jumped like a little kid. Yoongi came back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck. You could already feel something picking your ass.

“So” you started “is that you gun in your pants or did you see something you liked?” You said as you pushed yourself further into him. He groaned softly as his grip tightened around you.

“Well maybe if you ha four on something a little less tempting, I’d be under control right now.” He turned you and crashed his lips on to yours. The kiss started slow and passionate but then turned into something heated. He picked you up by your thighs and sat you on a near by table. His lips wondered from you lips to your cheeks, then to a spot behind your ear he knows you like. He then made his way to your jaw and neck.

Sucking on the area until a bruise was sure to appear. He brushed over your collarbone with butterfly kisses as he started to grind into your core. You let out a breathy moan and he came up to your ear.

“Tell me what you want baby”

“I-I..” before things could continue Jimin had walked in the too.

“Yoongi we got a meet— oh shit, sorry guys!” He said as he abruptly turned pretending he didn’t see anything. He let his head fall to your shoulder as he sighed. He forgot that he had a meeting today about the next mission they had to do. He looked in your eyes and rested his hands on your hips

“I forgot about the damn meeting...damn it” he kissed your forehead “sorry princess we have something to talk about but I’ll promise to make it up to you”

“It’s alright yoongs. Business calls right? Go I’ll be fine” you gave one last hug. Before he walked from you and Jimin followed after him as they left the room. Behind the door all that could be heard was

“Damn it Jimin, I was about to get some and you and to come and ruin it” followed by a slap what you could only imagine was to the back of poor Jimin’s head.

“Listen you can bang her all you want once we’re done!” Another hit “what was that for?!”

“Only I get to say that. Not you or anyone” you giggle at their small argument

TIME SKIP

Later on you had hopped in the shower after all the gun training. The warm relaxing water making you sigh as the it ran down your body. Little did you know someone had snuck in. As you grabbed the soap and washed your body Yoongi had stepped in quietly and started to run his hands from you hips up. You jumped a little bit knowing he was there you turn around and say

“Don’t do that I almost had a heart attack” you giggled. He bent down to kiss your forehead without saying a word. Now you knew something was up.

Wrapping you arms around his neck you looked at him and said “what’s bothering you?”

He let out a sigh “nothing just the meeting, we’ll be leaving soon-well I will for about a week. I don’t know if I want to leave you alone and we leave tomorrow ”

“Awh babe. I’ll be fine really. You don’t have to worry” you said bringing yourself closer to him. Let’s just say his little friend didn’t forget about earlier. You felt it at your thigh and decided to give him a night to remember. Your hand slowly makes its way down his body gently wrapping around his member. His sucks in a breath as he watches you fall to your knees. You pick the tip and look at him with inocente eyes as you started to take him slowly. Slowly you took a little more of him a bit at a time. Eventually you bobbed your head into a rythm as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

He groaned “ oh princess....I’m gonna fuck your face ready?” You moaned in response sending chills through Yoongi. You picked up your hair into a ponytail as he began to gently pump into your mouth. You moan with each pump causing him hit the back of your throat causing your gag reflex.

He pulled out and pulled you up to him. Pushing you against the cold wet wall of the shower as he lifted one of your legs and hooked it into his elbow. He teased your clit with his head.

“Mmmmm” you moaned out at the contact.

“You like that baby girl? You want me to fuck you?” You nodded your head. He slowly pushed the tip in and out a few times before he plunged into you completely. “Hehe tight as always huh?” He started to pump into your wet core. He picked up the other leg and wrapped them around his torso. As he pumped in and out you start to scratch at his back. The only noise heard was the shower, your moans and slapping.

He started to speed up as he spread your legs wider. Enough to hit your magic spot making you cry out louder.

“OOOHHH YO-Yoongi RIGHT THERE!”

“Are you gonna cum for me baby girl?” He pounded into you harder, faster. It didn’t take long before you came all over his member and he spilled his seed into you. You both stayed there for bit, as he kissed your jaw and you caught your breath. He pecked you’re lips a few times before putting you down.

You both finished up the shower and got dressed. You curled up to his side in bed as he stroked your hair. Your gentle sleeping let him know you were already asleep. He carefully slipped from your grasp and pulled the blanket over your body. He kissed your forehead and walked out of the room.

He went to his office and picked up his phone and dialed a number

“I’ll be on my way by tomorrow morning...and you understand our agreement correct?...good, if you even try and step out of bounds I’ll kill you on the spot” he hung up and went to pick some things for the time he would be away.

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luv-gukkie · 1 year

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★ 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : s𝗍᥆ᥴkһ᥆ᥣm sᥡᥒძr᥆mᥱ, kіძᥒᥲ⍴⍴іᥒg, mᥲᥒі⍴ᥙᥣᥲ𝗍і᥎ᥱ, 𝗍rᥲ⍴⍴ᥱძ

Park Jimin's little sibling was off limits. To everybody.

He had clearly stated it to his friends, even to his most trusted friend, stating that none of them were supposed to mess with you. Especially to your own friends, (girls or boys) he didn't care, Jimin was direct to them about you. Some found it adorable that he was looking out for you as his little sibling. Others found it irritating, saying he was being too overprotective for your own good. Jimin presented himself as a overprotective brother to every person that had surrounded you. No one had the right to question why he was always walking one step behind you. Or why he needed a constant need of reassurance from you.

He didn't care what others would say. It really didn't matter what others said, he was guarding you. Your purity that he adored, how innocent you still were. Not knowing who was going to hurt you. Even though your friends had started to slowly distance themselves from you, you didn't say anything. Ignoring how hurt your feelings were even if you didn't show it.

At least Jimin was still there by your side, he never left your side. Even if you were so serious all the time, he was willing to comfort you. To love you from the bottom of his heart. He would always be there for you, at anytime. When you needed him or not. Jimin was there, willing to stay.

Jimin glanced at your quiet form, smiling at how the school's uniform looked so adorable on you. "How was your day?" His voice perked up. "Good." Your one worded response enough to make him happy. It didn't matter that you didn't tell him anything because he already knew. Seeking around the school building, attempting to spot his precious sibling.

Jimin could spot you anywhere in a crowd! (You stood out from the rest in his eyes!) You, who once sat surrounded by friends, now sits alone. No one to chat with you. Except Jimin, of course! It's not like it's his fault your friends began to leave you behind. All alone, deserted if it weren't for Jimin. Just him and you sitting beside each other. Every single day, from Monday to Sunday; the cycle repeating.

Like it wasn't his fault he started to spread terribly, rude rumors about you. Such lies that had Jimin hearing gentle cries through the walls; fully knowing that your room was right next to his. He just couldn't help himself. You were always around those fools, hanging out with them every second of the day. They were so joyful compared to you. You stood there in the middle of the hallway: calm, reserved, and relaxed. Your friends were basically bouncing of the walls out of such excitement. They were nothing like you. So why did you like them so much?

Weren't they annoying you? Always making plans to go out, pulling you out of your home, taking you away from him, Jimin. Jimin fucking hated it. (He fucking hated them.) He got pissed off every time he heard he door 'ding' and your little self muttering a 'bye' to him. At least, every night that you went out, he sat in his room. (Just like tonight.) Imagining his timid, little step-sister sitting on his lap with the school uniform on. As your skirt raised up to show more skin, skin that Jimin couldn't deny. (Seeing you everyday from Monday-Friday in a uniform became so tempting for him!) His eyes glanced at the door knob, making sure it was well closed and locked away from the sight of anybody else.

Jimin pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. The cold air brushing against his cock. Shivers went up his spine as he felt his hot, reddish tip get brushed with the sensation of the wind. He instinctively started imagining himself caressing your thighs, your head dug in his collarbone, tears wetting his favorite shirt. But he didn't care. He visualized you on top of him telling him all your problems. (When you basically didn't even speak to him.) "I'll make you feel better," his breathing changed, "sweetie."

Jimin grabbed something under his mattress: your panties. He wrapped the cloth around his cock, the soft, cold fabric making him release a low moan. His hands movement began, and they quickly fastened their pace. Jimin covered his mouth with one hand, he was so close! With a few more movements his cum spilled on your panties, a groan emerged from his throat, blocked, however, by his hand. Jimin's mind centering on the idea of you: cute moans, head thrown back, your hands scratching his back as he didn't slow down his pace, and, finally, your fucked up self whining as he finished with you. Tummy filled with his sperm — "shit" Jimin whispered at the thought — filled with his offspring.

A sudden knock at the door making him jump out of terror. No one was home. Or, well, supposed to be home. "Jimin, are you alright?" With the sound of your voice he quickly cleaned himself up. He couldn't face you like this: a complete mess from just a thought of you. "I-I'm alright", he opened the door. And to his surprise (not), you stood there beautifully: a floral dress that brought out your eyes, staring straight at him with such a look.

He glanced up and down at your form before uttering, "I thought you were going out." You calmly told him that your friends had cancelled on you. Again. Jimin could easily tell you were heart-broken. Destroyed at the fact your friends kept ignoring you, disappearing from your life slowly, but surely. Nonetheless, you didn't let an ounce of your emotions shine through. He just knew he was going to hear the sounds of sobs tonight.

The silenced atmosphere getting awkward as Jimin kept on glancing at the end of your dress (that barely covered your ass). It wasn't your fault though, your friends were all just bad influences on you. That's why he had to get rid of them, it was either this or well, a much more messier task. But, he had to admit, he was such a sucker for you.

You are such a sight for sore eyes.

His gaze went back up when you mutter that dinner was ready. He nodded his head, smiling (with his moon crest eyes) as I'd nothing had occurred seconds before you knocked on his door. Jimin hoped you didn't seeing anything wrong with him: like how his hair was disorganized, sweating, pants were disoriented, and the slight flush on his face, along with his gaze that glimmered with need.

You made your way downstairs, not caring if Jimin said he was going to take longer to fix something up. Once you arrived at front of the dinner table, you could smell the sweet aroma in the air. (Not that you couldn't when you were upstairs!) You sat down in your spot, ready to eat. Soon enough, Jimin also arrived at the scene, adoring that you waited for him in order to finally take a bite of your dinner.

He chatted out to his heart's content while you remained silent, spilling a few words here and there. But that was all. However, Jimin was happy enough to hear your sweet, honey voice. You two cleaned up as Jimin kept on talking about his productive day. Occasionally, Jimin would glance at your figure. When you leaned down to grab something from the floor, Jimin halted all his movement to watch as your skirt rose upwards. A bulge in his pants demonstrating just how little you had to do to get him riled up to fuck you.

"I -I finished, I'll be in my room." Jimin knew if he stayed there one more second, he would've fucked you on the same table you guys had eaten on earlier.

It just took him back to the earlier days: when he had first met you. He had hit puberty already: grew taller, gained muscles, and got more handsome that girls started to fall for him. Lining up for him to just glance at one time and they were already all blushed, spurting out nonsense. Then, his father announced that he was getting remarried, to your mother of course. And Jimin had to say, he was fully supportive into this idea of having a family. Even more joyful when he found out he would have a younger sibling!

When you guys first met, Jimin was all over you, his soon to be sibling. Oh gosh, you were just too cute! He was a giant compared to you, you were small and timid: only speaking when you were asked something. But whenever you did say something, you said it with complete confidence. You two were only two years apart at that time. It wasn't a huge difference, so the both of you could share the same similarities.

Nonetheless, that's what he thought. You two were nothing alike: while he talked till everyone's ears bled, people had to basically pry your mouth open to get one small word form you. A huge difference between you. Jimin enjoyed it, he liked how you listened to him without ever stopping him or telling him to 'shut the fuck up', like everyone else did at some point in his life.

Yet, as time continued, he slowly noticed the change in your appearance. A once cute, little sister now into a fully grown woman: no more colorful clothes, crazy hairstyles, toys, and everything you used to do. You had changed. It made Jimin see you in a new light, he had always teased on and on about how you would become such a pretty girl who would have guys following you around. However, he didn't expect to be one of those guys chasing after your attention. Yearning for you to look at him, embrace him as not only a step-brother.

You were gorgeous. A calm personality that really suited you, you had this grace to you he couldn't describe. It was so wonderful, addictive to be around you, he had started to forget you were his little sister. Step-sister. And when he finally stopped to think about his actions, he knew that he was going to mess up his second-chance of having a family. Jimin had to ignore you for sometime, wanting the beating of his heart to go away and his sweating palms too. (For the dirty thoughts to leave his mind: of you kissing his lips, kissing his co-) He truly thought it was over, but as soon as you popped right back into his life. Jimin could tell it wasn't over: he was messed up real bad. All for you.

In the end, he realized that he couldn't deny the deep feelings that he attempted to bury deep down. Jimin finally accepted that he just wanted you, your quiet form by his side. Nonetheless, he knew what else was spurting out, no longer able to stable it: his obsession for you grew. Jimin reminded himself daily that his love for you was a noble and beautiful thing. Just like his obsession is a noble and beautiful thing.

You were the sole reason for the smile that plastered on his face each morning. A twinkle to his eyes that blinded people from seeing the darkness behind them. A desire that was hidden behind a pure wish, an obsession to have you. Not even you realized, completely hindered in your own world to notice anything wrong with his behavior. After all, you never really did have a brother. So how could you complain?

But you did. You disliked Jimin, there was something about him that made you want to stay far away from him. You avoided him at all cost, but how could you when he slept in the room right next to you. Parents always busy with work and when they were free, they were focused on other tasks. Forgetting that they had kids.

So when they didn't arrive home that night, Jimin and you weren't the slightest surprised. Both of you stuck in your own room, enjoying the privacy. And privacy for Jimin meant peeking through the small hole to spy into your room. Didn't mind that you were just laying on your bed or cleaning the mess you left earlier that today, he wasn't wasting his time — rather he was dedicating all his time to you. Learning things about you, things you usually didn't show to people, you didn't open up to people. (Not even him!)

And when you thought back on it, you realized it was part of their fault for not caring to consider Jimin and you. They could've stopped his actions before they got out of control. Nonetheless, how could they have stopped his actions if they were never there to see him? Or you for the matter of fact.

An eerie feeling placed itself in your gut. You looked around the room, nothing seemed off. The gap between the door and floor bringing in the yellowish light from the hallway. The only source of light that entered your room apart from the moon's white reflection that surpassed your blinds. With one last glanced between the two sources, your lids shut close.

When you woke up, a delicious aroma entered your nose: it was a small, baked good with frosting on top that made you wake up. You immediately jolted out of bed, looked around the room with a confused expression written all over your face. Decorations surrounded themselves all over the room. A small paper standing right next to the cupcake, when you neared it you realized it had words in scripted to it: 'happy birthday princess!' Your parents never did this, a small happy birthday song with your favorite food — so who?

Your question was answered when you heard a dissatisfied groan, "You woke up already, I wasn't done!" Jimin's form walked into your room with candles still in packages, he was overjoyed with glee. You could tell by the grin from ear to ear, showing his white pearls and it wasn't even him turning a year older. His eyes sparkled, looking into your eyes he cheered out a, "Happy birthday!" Jimin placed the candles beside the cupcake, he spread his arms apart, "Come here!" You were still in shock, you never imagined or even thought about Jimin doing this. But you gladly accepted the warm embrace, something you've been very much needing.

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Jimin's smile staggered when he felt your tits against his chest. His breathing halted at how close he was, you smelled like heaven. Your hands wrapped around his waist, hugging him back. He didn't (care to) realize that his cock grew harder while his hands positioned themselves lower on your back. The embrace was longer than expected, he wasn't letting you go even as your arms started to let go of him. And when he did, a sudden force pushed you back, luckily on top of your mattress. You bounced on the mattress until you finally settled down.

Your hands were held tightly by Jimin's, you stared back at him. However, he wasn't looking at you, he eyes were focused at what was happening between your legs. He was standing the middle, eyes lightening up at the fact you were only wearing panties under this big t-shirt. You weren't basically covered at all. He loosened one of his hands, grabbing your two hands with one of his. You knew you weren't getting out of his grip, especially since he dedicated his whole school life to athletic sports. Joining the clubs after clubs that focused on nutrition, exercises, and everything athletic - like.

Jimin's hand went to tuck his pajama pants down, his cock out in the open, standing proudly. A scream unleashed as you finally were aware of what was gonna happen. It was too late and you knew it. You could scream, yell, cry, and do everything in your will power. Yet, it would do nothing but add more fuel to the flame. There was no one home, meaning no help would arrive. Just the two of you, you stuck in a stance you'd also never visualize. Sure, Jimin was a little strange at times, however, this was way to far. Jimin was your step-brother, someone you didn't really trust, just comfortable around. He was there when you moved to his school, when you were stuck with your homework, when you had no one to play with, and plenty more as you grew up.

Jimin rubbed himself against your clothed clit. You squirmed around, pushing around hoping to see a open opportunity to escape. You started muttering pleads for him to stop, for him to realize what he was doing. Jimin just told you that he knew what he was doing, that you were his little princess that he loved so much. So when he was tugging down your panties (that he had seen you put on yesterday night), you knew you were fucked up. Literally. Jimin didn't have to take off your t-shirt because of how see-through it was, so clearly visible to see your tits and stomach. You were adorable wearing a t-shirt, you looked so tiny in it.

You were his precious princess, turning a year older. You couldn't even cry anymore: your puffy, pink eyes hurt. His step-sister who he loved so dearly, who he had wanted to fuck so bad, so hard. So much that every night he had to fuck his fist, pretending that it was your mouth sucking him or your pussy sliding on his cock. That's the only thing that popped in his mind at the moment, it was real. This was no longer just a dream. It was finally happening! You were in front of him: legs wide open, pussy wet (just a little bit). Jimin chose to ignore how much you weeped with no tears, just a face dried with tears and nothing else. Broken sobs erupting each time his cock circled your clit. When he muttered how much he had wait for this. To have you in front of him like this.

His free hand directed his tip that was leaking out with pre-cum, he slipped it in, you cried out while he grinned out of pure excitement. You felt your walls tear apart as he moved in at a slow pace. You could feel his cock, he was thick, you could feel his cock scraping your walls as he went in deeper. He cursed in pleasure, moving your legs more apart to be fully absorbed in your pussy; all the way until his balls made contact with your folds. Then he put his hand under your back, arching it to inch closer to you. "You're so t-tight." He could barely move with your walls squeezing him.

Your heart pounded out of fear, you were in outright panic mode. He did it, Jimin really did it. You closed your eyes, you couldn't face him. Not when his cock was accommodated inside your walls, being warmed up by your insides. Not when Jimin was fucking you. Your hands still moved to escape his own. Two hands against one and he still won. It was useless — absolutely useless at this point. He was too far in his world.

Jimin pounded into you, loving every second you jolted because of his cock slamming into you. He moved his hips repeatedly, following the same pattern. His cock colliding with a spot that made you feel whine, even as you attempted to hide it, swallow it back down. You hiccuped, his lips kissed your own, gave you soft, gentle butterfly kisses on your neck. A contrast to how he was wrecking your pussy, his hand that trapped your own, caging it from freedom, caressed your fingers. Jimin's free hand playing with your clit, with the wetness that gathered where the two of you connected. He planted his head between your tits as your walls closed on him, indicating that you were close.

A loud moan echoed into the room when you squirted on Jimin's cock, milking his cock with your cum. Jimin kept going as his high was near as well. He plunged himself a few more times, before removing himself from your pussy and on to your stomach. Jimin moved your t-shirt up, so he could see your round tits. He released with a low groan, his sticky cum on your stomach, coloring it white. As a few drops landed on your tits, Jimin picked one drop up and slid his digit into your mouth that was open gasping for air.

The taste was a mix of bitter and sweet. You swallowed it quickly so that you didn't have to taste it anymore. Paying more attention to all that was happening, you didn't feel when he released your hands from his grip. Handled a cloth with chlorine, all you felt was a sudden motion and your nose and mouth were covered with his hand. You scratched his arm, he didn't flinch at the sensation all he said was, "Happy birthday princess."

Your fingernails left their last red mark and fell on the mattress.

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Wrapped around in each other's arms. You smelled his cologne, it crowded your mind completely. Overtook took all of your senses, made you get use to it; made you love his smell. The comfort his hugs gave you at the end of the day, arriving from work tired but willing to stay awake till morning just to be with you. And the kisses he gave you made you have butterflies all over your body. It had you enamored with him. But, of course, you would never say a single word about how you truly had fallen in love for him.

The both of you laid covered in blankets, with a few words spoken while watching the television. However, that was enough for the both of you. You two didn't need anything else, anyone could tell that there was love in the air. The passion the both of you two felt each other as recent husband and wife. Mugs filled with hot chocolate that melted whip cream sat on the table.

Near the television, you could easily a frame with two people in white. Jimin and you. What a lovely couple? It was displayed for everyone to see, anyone from the front door would see the couple staring at each other so fondly. The picture was meant for that spot, showing everyone that the both of you belonged to each other. And no one else.

It was fate...at least that's what Jimin always told you.

Days passed: you didn't blink, well, at least attempted to prevent yourself. You didn't glance at the food he gave you. You were scared of him, didn't know what he was capable of. Jimin, a guy you thought you could trust just a little was the one who made you believe you could never trust anyone again. Weeks passed, you got used to everything. Sitting alone with four walls surrounding you, like the usual. Therefore, you were fine with everything surrounding. Nothing appeared wrong so far. It was silent, a type of quiet that you could relax in without a worry about the world. The one you got accustomed to, you were capable of achieving so many things in a peaceful setting like that.

Before you knew it, a year had passed. The room was filled with balloons, 'happy birthday' decor, signs, and a smiling Jimin right in front of you as you woke up. Just like him, a small smile came to play on your face. It wasn't your fault his sweet nothings were printed on your mind. How he told you he would do everything for you to be next to him, as his precious fiancé. You blurred it out before he finished the sentence. Jimin was just a lovesick puppy in your eyes that wagged his tail between his legs whenever you gave him some type of attention. Didn't know that if you dared to leave him, the sweet, innocent puppy would bite your legs off so you weren't — ever — able to leave him.

Sometimes, when the old memories come back to you. Haunting you when you finally accomplished a good relationship with your husband. You hug him tighter, hoping that all those 'things' go away. But they don't. And they never will b cause during your happiest moment, the most celebratory times.

In the back of your head, there will be a cloud of dark memories where you'll remember the same words he tells you now with your screams of 'help' in the back. And when you stare at his eyes in the night, you'll remember them the night he took you, when you looked him in the eyes — begging, pleading — to let you go. But he just stared back, leaving the room with giggles at your amusing request. And when he returned, his face was tense and he didn't look pleased to your prior request. He leaned in, hand grabbing your hair, "Ungrateful brat. I give you all my affection."

He didn't need to yell, there was no need because his words reached your ears perfectly, "fucking love you to death. But you don't give a single fuck." Your scalp burned, "Just remember: that if you ever dare to leave me, I'll kill you to death with my bare hands. And then, I'll murder myself."

Maybe that was what made you fall for him: his dedication to have you or your dedication to live? Either way, you love your husband. So it didn't matter anymore. Because with two words, "I do", you chose to be his forever. It was just a matter of time.

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