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piedinthepiper · 2 months

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Prima Ballerina ˖ ⊹

Yandere!Jimin x ballerina!reader

Summary: What’s the difference between a great ballerina and the greatest ballerina? The answer is Park Jimin. And he had his eyes on you in more than a professional way.

Warnings: heavy dubcon, Jimin is super cocky and thinks he knows everything (misogyny?), cursing, corruption, Jimin is also a creep, age gap (reader is of legal age), stalking (non descriptive), smut

Wc: 4.3k

A/n: Written for this request. I love black swan and ballet so I had to do this! Hope you enjoy! Don’t be a silent reader! Like, repost and comment!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Another disclaimer: I know nothing about ballet except for whatever ballet they show in the Barbie movies. Everything is off Google, so some technical terms and such might be incorrect.

You did a final jump before the dramatic music came to an end. His eyes were piercing through you. Watching your every movement, your every step, your every breath. But he watched you all, you thought to yourself. Everybody had to be perfect for the premiere of Swan lake. The hardest and most demanding ballet you had ever danced in your career. The choreography was almost impossible. So Mr. Park had yet again kept you there for hours overtime, and all of you were exhausted.

“Agh, my feet hurt. I hope this was the last round.”

Your friend, Maria, whispered to you. You smiled at her and was about to answer, when a loud clap was heard throughout the room. It silenced everyone.

“Ms. Sanderson, do you have something to tell the company?”

Mr. Park locked eyes with her. Staring her down from across the room like a predator. She looked a bit tongue tied for a second.

“Ehm- no. No, Mr. Park.”

He nodded at her answer.

“I do think I heard complaining back there, are you sure you didn’t say anything?”

She looked down to the floor and carefully shook her head.

“I don’t believe you, you’re pathetic. Out of my studio!”

He yelled at her and pointed a sharp finger towards the exit. Her eyes continued to stay on the floor. Accepting her fate.

“I said it!”

You yelled back and raised your hand. His eyes turned back to you.

“Bold of you, Ms. y/l/n. Thanks to you all the swans have to practice for another hour. The rest are dismissed.”

The room was filled with sighs and groans.

“Ok, let’s make that two.”

No one uttered a single word, afraid that the time would get longer.

“That’s what I thought. You, come with me.”

He briefly pointed at you, before he started to walk out of the practice room.

“The rest of you can take a 10 minute break.”

Maria looked at you with a apologetic look.

“Thank you, y/n.”

She said and grabbed your hand. You gave her a small smile. Of course you would stand up for her. She was your best friend in the company.

“Yeah, thanks a lot y/n.”

One of the other girls said sarcastically. You didn’t pay it any mind, you would also be furious if someone made you stay two hours overtime when you already were on overtime. You grabbed your leg warmers.

“No worries, you know I got you.”

You comforted Maria, before you started walking towards the exit. You knew Mr. Park went to his office. It wasn’t your first time being scolded.

“Sit down.”

He said once you entered. He was already sitting behind his desk. You sat down opposite of him, leaning down to slide into your leg warmers.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Park.”

You started off with. Trying to sound as apologetic as possible. He sighed.

“Do you think I do this for fun, y/n?”

You got up from your crouched position and looked him in the eyes.

“No I don’t.”

He was one of the best ballet teachers and directors in the whole world. It was obviously an honour just to be able to dance for him. But you knew he had a soft spot for you for some reason. That’s why you were comfortable taking Maria’s place.

“I would much rather be at home as well, relaxing and eating a good meal. But there would be no Swan lake, and there would be no good ballerinas without me.”

He pulled his hand through his black hair in stress. It was slicked back like usual, but throughout the day a few strands had loosened.

“If everyone stopped practicing at five o’clock like scheduled, the premiere would be nothing but chaos. Do you understand that, y/n?”

You nodded. He looked you up and down for a second. Taking in your form. He slowly got up and walked towards you. He grabbed your chin harshly, making you look back up at him.

“I’ve been observing you for the last days, you truly are far too beautiful and talented to be just a swan.”

You raised your eyebrows at his sudden compliment.

“You’re prima ballerina material, for sure.”

His hand slid to the side of your face, cupping your jaw.

“Too bad I have to fire you.”

“What?!”

Your eyebrows crossed as you shook your head out of his grip. His hand went into his pocket, making him look surprisingly relaxed.

“The two of us, let alone the entire company, knows that this isn’t your first time being sent to my office.”

You looked at him in shock. You couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“If I don’t give you the consequences, it’s going to look suspicious.”

You shook your head. He was going to fire you just because something as simple as complaining?

“You can’t do that.”

“I’ll do whatever I want with my ballerinas.”

He smirked again, before walking to stand right in front of you. You looked up and down his long body. Before looking back at him with your most innocent, but still sultry eyes.

“Please don’t fire me, Mr. Park. You wouldn’t do that to me would you?”

He cocked his head at your plea. Scanning you up and down yet again. He had a puzzled look on his face.

“Don’t test me.”

You grabbed his hand as you fell down to your knees. You knew he liked it when you begged. And since this was a life or death situation for your career, you didn’t mind being a little extra.

“I’ll do anything. Please just let me continue to dance for you. I’m nothing without you. I can’t- you can’t-”

You knew what buttons to push. His ego was too big to not take the bait.

“You’re right. It would be a shame to waste your potential.”

He lifted your head up again by your chin. A sudden sexual tension hit you, once you saw the outline of his bulge. You knew your actions had an effect on him, but not to that extent.

“It would be a shame to waste such a pretty face.”

You tried your best to look him in the eyes. It was hard to not shy away at a situation like that, even for you.

“Please, Mr. Park.”

He inhaled sharply, before he broke out in a smile.

“I forgive you, y/n. I can’t live with myself if I don’t give you another chance.”

You smiled up at him as well, preceding to get back up on your feet. But his arm found your shoulder and stopped you in your ascend.

“Wait.”

He warned you, and you quickly sat back down on your knees.

“I like seeing you like this, it’s not often you look so- submissive.”

Chills ran down your spine at his words. You definitely did not take that as a compliment. You were quite fiery, yes. And in any normal situation you would never let a man speak to you like he did. But the fear of losing your job, combined with the reverence you felt towards him, made you defy yourself.

“After this season I want you to take private lessons with me. Every Tuesday and Thursday.”

You nodded carefully, not looking up at him.

“Don’t look so down, darling. I’ll make you my next prima ballerina.”

“He said what?”

Maria half whispered in shock.

“Ms. Sanderson.”

Mrs. Petrova, your instructor, who was so old she probably was alive when swan lake was composed, hushed her. Maria looked at her before looking down at her moving feet. The company was warming up, standing in clean lines against the railing, moving to the rhythm of the slow classical music.

“Not only did he not fire you.”

She whispered once Mrs. Petrova was at the other end of the room.

“But he also said he would make you a prima ballerina?”

You nodded.

“Switch to third position!”

The two of you switched.

“Wow, you are so lucky. Mr. Park hasn’t had a prima ballerina in years.”

You smiled at her, and lifted you head higher when Mrs. Petrova walked by. You remained silent until you knew she was far enough away.

“I’m happy of course, it’s just- I don’t know. There’s something weird about him.”

“Yeah he’s like really cocky.”

She answered and held back a laugh.

“That too, but he’s just eerie. Like I don’t know if I want to spend so much time with him alone.”

“Ms. y/l/n! Would you like to share something with the company? Or do I have to send the two of you to Mr. Parks office?”

Mrs. Petrova suddenly bursted out. You locked eyes with Maria. Not knowing what to answer the old hag.

“We were just talking about-“

“Boys, just boys.”

You interrupted Maria. Not wanting her to say anything about you or Mr. Park. Mrs. Petrova gave the two of you a strict look, before the music started playing again.

“Please focus on your movements, not the opposite gender.”

She scolded before walking away from the two of you.

“And fourth position!”

“He just kept looking at me weirdly, and telling me that I’m beautiful and shit.”

You said as the two of you were walking down towards the cafeteria for lunch.

“Oh my god! He probably has a crush on you or something!”

Maria said a little bit too loud. You poked her in her side with your elbow.

“Please, keep it down.”

She started laughing, and you quickly followed. As you turned a corner you crashed into something. Or rather someone. A hand snuck around you waist, keeping you from falling. You looked up, finding the familiar brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Park. I didn’t see where I was going.”

He looked at you for a second, before smiling. He didn’t let go of your waist, and when you became aware of that you awkwardly stepped away from him.

“No harm done.”

He simply said and walked away. You looked over at Maria.

“I get it.”

She simply said as you started walking again.

“Right?”

You asked, looking back at her as she tried to keep up with you.

“What ever look he just gave you was not the look you give to someone you have a crush on.”

The season had ended, for a minute you felt relief. Knowing you had time off now to just relax before the next season. But as you read the message on your phone, you felt that relief fade away.

“Studio 5, next Thursday at 07.00 am. Don’t be late.”

You sighed, was this really what you wanted? Of course it was a dream come true to potential become Mr. Parks new prima ballerina. But you couldn’t help but feel weird about that time in his office. It seemed like he had other intentions in mind. Mr. Park was an attractive man yes, but he was way older than you and you didn’t want his attention in that way. He was your teacher, your mentor. Not a potential hook up. You didn’t see him in that way, and you hoped against all odds that he didn’t see you like that either.

What you didn’t know was that in that moment, outside on the dark street. He was there. Looking at you through your window. Watching your puzzled look at his text. He didn’t know his intentions fully yet either. But he did know they were not good.

“Higher.”

He simply said as he watch you dance to the music. It was your fifth lesson together, and everything was going well. You hadn’t seen the side of him that you saw when he proposed this idea. And you were enjoying yourself, getting these private lessons had really helped you improve. In the next second arabesque, you lifted your leg even higher. Showing him that you listened. But he still shut the music off. You stepped down from your tips, looking at him as he walked up to you.

“Turn around.”

He said once he reached you. And you did as instructed. You looked at him through the big mirrors.

“Do your second arabesque.”

You stood back up on your toes, and gracefully bent into a second arabesque.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

He said, and you did. You instinctively pushed your leg even further up, once you saw your own reflection.

“Now back to full position.”

You moved your face upwards again, looking away from the mirror. You felt his hands touch your waist. He straightened your back, before one of his hands went to your lifted leg.

“Look back at yourself.”

He almost whispered in your ear, now with one hand on your waist, and the other holding your leg higher than what you were comfortable with. You smiled once you saw yourself. Your arabesque looked different, more sophisticated.

“When you do your second arabesque, or any arabesque for that matter. Remember this. Straight back and high leg.”

He said in a low comforting tone once he saw your smile. You nodded, and stepped down from your tippy toes. He let go of your leg, but moved that hand to the other side of your waist.

“Think of me holding your waist, it’ll help you stabilise.”

He whispered now, you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck. You turned to look at him.

“Thank you.”

You muttered. His eyes immediately fell to your lips, and in a split second his lips were on yours. You were caught off guard, and didn’t respond at first. But once it dawned on you what was happening you quickly moved your face away from his. You felt his hands on your waist tighten.

“Please don’t ever do that again.”

You looked up at the mirror, wanting to see his reaction. He was looking you dead in the eye, with anger written all over his face. He leaned down to kiss your bare shoulder, still maintaining eye contact. Before he deeply whispered.

“I’ll do whatever I want with my ballerinas.”

His hand moved up to your face as he turned to kiss you yet again. You pushed him away, and tried to make a run for it. But he snaked his arm around your chest.

“Let me go!”

You struggled against him, now scared of what would happen if you didn’t get away. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you elbowed him as hard as you could in his side. His hand loosened and you ran. But not quick enough. He grabbed you by your arm and threw you into the big mirror. It was pure luck that it didn’t shatter. His body locked you in.

“Hush, I won’t hurt you.”

He said, and for a second you stopped fighting. You were out of breath, but still managed to give him a death glare.

“Let me go!”

You tried once again. He shook his head.

“Do you think I just give away free lessons? Don’t you think you need to repay me?”

You felt something hard against your abdomen. You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what to do. His face shifted once he saw your eyes watering.

“No, no. I’m not a rapist, y/n! God no. But if you want to be my prima ballerina. You have to get your priorities straight.”

You clung onto the little bit of relief you felt from his words.

“I’ve tried my best to stay away, y/n. I really have. But there’s just something about you.”

You felt his hips grind against yours.

“You make me fucking crazy. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

He let out a small moan at the friction. A tear fell down your face.

“Please, Mr. Park. Let me go.”

You sobbed. He hushed you again.

“I’ll let you go. Just listen to me.”

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself as much as you could.

“By next Thursday I want an answer. Either you show up or you don’t. Don’t be late.”

He pushed himself off the wall and gave you one last look before slowly walking out the studio. Leaving you alone in the big dance room. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

“I don’t know what to do, Maria. This is like a fucking nightmare!”

You said sobbing onto Marias lap as she comforted you. You called her the minute you got home, knowing that she already knew most of the backstory. She immediately came over to your place, wanting to be there for you in a situation like this. You were forever great full for having a friend like her.

“You have to report this. Surely the police could do something about him.”

She said in a calm voice, stroking your hair lightly. You sat up in your bed, wiping your tears away from your swollen face.

“Would they though?”

You asked defeated. Mr. Park was a rich and famous man. You wanted to believe Marias theory, but the hard sad truth was that you didn’t stand a chance against him. Especially with no proof.

“Either I don’t show up and give up my career or-“

You paused, collecting your thoughts.

“Or you give that bastard what he wants.”

Maria finished for you. Knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“Look, being Jimin Parks prima ballerina is huge. It really is, but- I don’t know, is it really worth it? Is it really worth loosing your dignity for a life of fame?”

She asked you with a worried face. You blinked away your tears, not wanting to cry anymore.

“What else would I do? I’ve been dancing my entire life, everything I’ve ever done has lead up to this moment. I can’t-“

You shook your head, not letting the emotions take control over you again.

“I have to show up, I have to talk some sense into him. I can’t give up now. I just can’t.”

You looked down at your hands in your lap as you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You could go to college, get a degree, get a nine to five. Anything but this, please I can’t watch you go through with this. It’s not safe to see him again.”

You looked up at her again.

“And be a complete failure? Not only to my parents, to you, to the company, but also to myself. This is all I’ve ever dreamed of, Maria.”

“You won’t be a failure! You’re an amazing dancer, you have real talent. But it’s not worth it.”

You shook your head. You had already made up your mind.

“I’m sorry.”

You mumbled. Maria sighed and got up from the bed.

“You do you, girl. But you better not call me crying next Thursday. I won’t feel bad for you.”

She said before walking out your room. You were alone with this now. But like you told her, you couldn’t give up on your dream. No matter the cost.

Thursday. You were sweating. A lump had formed itself inside your stomach, and it was impossible to to ignore it. You took what felt like your last breath before you opened the door to the studio. He stood in the other end, hands crossed over his chest, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You’re late.”

His voice rang through the big room, leaving an echo. You stepped into the room, the door shutting behind you. Another echo filling the otherwise dead silent room. You didn’t walk towards him, you stayed by the door. The silence making the lump in your stomach grow even larger.

“What are you doing?”

He asked, still with a slight smirk.

“Come here, we have dancing to do.”

You didn’t know what to do. Your entire body was screaming for you to run out the door and never look back. But your brain didn’t let you move.

“Come over here, y/n. Right now!”

He said in a strict tone, once you didn’t listen. Your own feet moved against your own will, as you slowly started moving forward. You put your bag down on your way.

“Good girl.”

He said, barely audible. But you heard it. All your senses were sharpened. He watched you like a predator, as you can closer and closer. You stopped at a reasonable distance. Close enough to have a conversation with him, but still just out of reach.

“Why so gloomy? You’ve made the biggest decision in your life, baby.”

He stepped closer to you. Every single muscle in your body tensed as his hand met your face in a loving embrace.

“I’m going to make you a star.”

He whispered. You shook your head.

“I don’t want to have sex with you, Mr. Park.”

His smile faded at your words. You straightened your back, trying your best to seem confident and not afraid of the man standing in front of you.

“This is all I’ve ever dreamt of. It’s all I’ve ever worked for. But I refuse to think that this is the only way I can get what I want.”

You said as you tried to conceal the shaky breath escaping your mouth.

“Please, I don’t want to sleep my way to fame. I want to earn it. So tell me, do you see a true and genuine prima ballerina in me. Or am I just a piece of meat?”

He looked at you directly in your eyes. You didn’t break eye contact. You were not giving up, not yet. He broke out in laughter after a few seconds of staring into your soul.

“Oh, y/n. Please.”

He continued laughing, as if this whole thing was a joke. You stayed as serious as ever.

“This is what I like about you. You’re so stubborn, so strong. You don’t see that often around here.”

He turned serious in a split second.

“Why would I be lying to you? Huh? I can sleep with whoever I want. If I wanted just a one night stand I’d pick one of the other girls. Someone easier to manipulate.”

His hand slid around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I’m a man of my word, y/n. I see potential in you, I wouldn’t just say that to anyone.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips. You instinctively turned your head away, opting to looking at the two of you in the mirror. He looked back at you in the reflection.

“I see my next prima ballerina.”

He said and pointed at the mirror.

“You’re not just beautiful and talented, you have a strong mind. You’re perfect.”

You sighed, looking back at him.

“Why would you waste it all?”

He asked and softly caressed your chin. Your gaze flicked down, wanting to look anywhere but him. He was right, why would you waste the opportunity to have everything you’ve ever wanted?

“It’s honestly a package deal. You get fame and fortune, and good sex. I don’t see what the problem is honestly.”

You looked back up at him again. Trying to conceal the ick you just got.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

His face turned into a devilish grin.

“Join me in my office.”

He hastily got rid of your bollero, throwing it onto the floor. The second you stepped into his office his lips were on yours. Your fate was sealed, there was no return now. He grabbed at your hips harshly, digging his fingers into you with desperation and lust. He lifted you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over to his desk, leaving your lips for a moment to push whatever was on it onto the floor. It all hit the floor and made a loud crashing noise. He placed you onto the desk, continuing his heated attack of your lips.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, baby.”

He said in between kisses. Working on your wrap around skirt and tights. You lifted yourself off the desk so he could slide your garments off. Leaving you in your underwear and tank top.

“You have no idea how crazy you’ve made me. How many sins I’ve done in your favour.”

His lips crashed back onto yours. You started thinking of your career as you heard him removing his belt. Preparing yourself for what was to come. He pushed your upper body down onto the desk, making your head dip over the edge of the desk. You looked at his office upside down, staring at the expensive painting hanging on the wall. You felt him sliding your underwear to the side.

“What a pretty pussy you have, baby.”

He said before sliding himself into you, making you moan as you felt yourself being filled up.

“Better than I ever imagined.”

He groaned as he started to slowly move. You continued to look at the painting of the ballerina with a bouquet in her hands bowing down in a gracious pose. Your hands found his forearms, digging your nails into his skin. Your breath got heavy as you felt his speed increase.

But still you focused on the ballerina. You imagined it was you. Maybe that would be you after this. Bowing deeply to the applause of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people in the audience. They all applauding you. You moaned loudly once he hit a good spot.

“You like that? You want it, huh?”

“Yes.”

You said in a shaky voice. You wanted this, you wanted this more than anything. This was all worth it in the end. You would be a star, a prima ballerina. Someone little girls looked up to, and adults wanted to be. You would be like that ballerina in the painting. Gracious and beautiful in every way. Everything you ever aspired to be. Everything you were meant to be.

“God, I’m gonna-“

You belonged here. On that desk. In that studio. Alone on a stage, bowing to the audience after the greatest performance of their lives. You were Mr. Park’s new prima ballerina.

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pynkgothicka · 9 months

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Synopsis - You willingly agree to help watch over your friend's house while she's gone (Part 4 of the Monster Series.)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Alien! Park Jimin x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rina Sawayama

Tags and Warnings - Death, Stalking, Non-Con touching but nothing explicit he's just touching her

Authors Note - This is the first challenge I've done where I'm actually gonna complete it lol

“Hey, how would you like to make some extra bucks.” You stood in your kitchen, phone on speaker. Your friend, Rina called you, and being your literal best friend of course you'd hear her out.

“Hmm? What's up?”

“I have to out on a trip, fashion week in Paris actually. And I kind of need someone to watch my house.” Rina states, being heard to take a bite of some chips. “And I need you here by tomorrow. Late notice I know.”

You let out a sigh. “Uhhh I don't know, I'd have to pack tonight and then move some money around.” You poured yourself a bowl of cereal. Rina could be hear giggling on the other end.

“Just bring yourself and some clothes. You can eat my food and if you run out they'll be some cash to get more. Listen I'm just desperate, I really need someone to stay for a few weeks.” Your friend pleaded. You chuckle before speaking.

“Okay Okay! I'll come tomorrow morning.” You say taking a bite of the fruit loops you poured for yourself. “What time you need me.”

“6.”

“I'll be there.”

🛸

You had a duffle bag full of clothes as you got dropped off in front of the desolate white home. Rina was pretty well off, her home being two story with a nice balcony. You rung the door bell, Rina opening the door quickly. “I told you I'd be here.”

“Your here early, literally it's 5:30.” She said laughing. She pulled you in for a hug and allowed you to walk in. The house was very uncharacteristically quiet. She usually has music playing for ambiance or a television on. But there was nothing.

But you let it go for now.

“Okay, so you can sleep in my room. And on my bed is around 1000 bucks.” Your eyes widen as you follow her up the stairs.

“God, how much money do you think I spend!” You say laughing as she opened the door. Her bed was huge and comfortable.

“I want you to ball out girl!” She says before lowering her voice and sitting down on the bed. “You know I'll miss you …”

“I'll still be here, besides you're coming back.” You say laughing. Rina looks at you and giving you a small smile. She nods her head before getting up with a shallow sigh. She quickly came up to you hugging you tight, which you reciprocate hugging her back. You followed her back downstairs as she got in her car and left without another word.

Well it's not like you had anything else better to do.

Might as well clean up and unpack.

🛸

You'd been in the house for two days and things were off. The general ambiance wasn't a comfort more so a burden.

Rina didn't return any of your calls.

But you let it pass.

You played Lauryn Hill, as you got ready for bed. You brushed your teeth, and slipped on your night gown. You climbed into bed and pulled the soft blankets. Often noises echoed in the empty home but it was something you could let go.

However you couldn't let this one go.

The floorboard next to the bed creaked.

The sound made your head turn. But nothing was there. So you tried to fall back asleep, turning away from the noise. But then the bed dips.

It's faint but there.

“The way your chest rises when you sleep… it's beautiful.”

The voice is airy, and you can feel a hand peel back the blankets. You try to bite your lip to keep quiet but find it harder and harder. The hand then touches your shoulder, and it's texture is other worldly. It's almost too smooth. And it begins to rub circles on your shoulder, as it that would calm you. “Your heart rate is rising, I think we both know that I'm here. And we both know your awake.”

You stay silent, tears beginning to pour down your face silently as you sniffle.

“Are you scared, wondering how I got in here?” The man snickers as he runs his hand down your back. They trained along your spine, making you shiver and tremble.

“I ask that like your going to respond. How stupid of me, I'm sorry I'm still picking up on humans finicky behavior.” The voice says adding a bit of an laugh towards the end. The laughing stops and finally with a sigh the hand is removed and the thing gets up. “You'll see me soon, don't worry.”

Then it leaves.

Almost as soon as it leaves you sit up and began to pant. You couldn't take it anymore.

🛸

Finally the next day you have enough of trying to call Rina. You're about to leave and just say fuck it. No money is worth what you experienced.

Almost as if you summoned her Rina called. You pick up the phone and she quickly interjects. “Hey where you going?” She says almost too causally.

“How do you know I'm leaving?” You almost snap at her.

“I'm… watching you through my cameras.” She says after almost seeking and just landing on a explanation.

“I'm fucking leaving, you've been ignoring me and someone broke in last night. They touched me and everything.” You said over the phone continuing to stuff your bag with your things. Rina gasped over the phone. You couldn't tell if it was to mock you or not.

“But you can't go, someone, most importantly you need to watch over the house. Are you telling me your quitting when things get hard?” Rina goads you.

“That's different than this. Why can't you seem to understand. Someone. Touched me. And spoke to me, something is in this house.” You spoke into the phone grabbing your packed bag. Rina let out a quiet gasp and then a choke. She began to cry on the phone.

“Please, don't go. I need you… Please you don't understand.”

“Rina, what don't I understand? Just tell me what is up.”

“Listen… I screwed up. I-” You can were listening to Rina, but she became interrupted by a loud splattering on the other side of the phone.

“R-Rina?” You ask as the signal cuts out. You take that as a sign to leave. You grab your bag and run for the front but it refuses to budge. “Fuck!” You tell trying to ram it open but you collapse. You fall to the ground and begin to cry and sob.

“Broken aren't we?”

You look up at the voice and out a shakey gasp. It's a man, or it mimics one. But his skin tone is noticably pink and smooth. His eyes are pools of black.

“W-What even are you…” You ask looking at him.

“I'm something you can barely understand, but that's okay. All that matters is that your here. Here with me.” The man sits down and places his hands on the side of your face. He slowly makes you look at him, his eyes sparkling. “You're special, your going to change my life.”

“W-What are you even talking about…” You say looking at him. His skin is inhumanely smooth, his thumbs brushing against your chin. He looked you up and down and smiled, and his smile grows as he laughs. “What's so funny.”

“Your my new mate. You're going to save my people, my planet!” He said looking at you and putting his hands down.

“N-No. Fuck no.”

“Oh you just don't know. Rina lured you here, her house. This house is a trap. Just so you can get with me. But don't worry about that. She's dead.” He said laughing, rubbing your shoulders fondly. You stared at him, in shock. All the information he unloaded on you and just continued to unload on you broke you.

Looking at everywhere but what's in front of you, your mind was a mess. But the man seemingly realized that and just snickered. He then took out a device from the baggy clothes he wore, It was metallic and he put it to the side of your head.

“I don't want you scared of me out entire relationship, so I just have to do some reprogramming…” The device then turned out and you could feel a needle drag across your skin, almost breaking it. “This won't hurt a bit.”

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min-hoax · 3 months

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Afterlife - PJM • SNEAKPEAK

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin x F! Reader

Warning(s): Mentions of disappearance/kidnapping,

A/N: Thought I’d give you guys in insight of the AU I’ve been wanting to write. It’s not completely finished and tbh I’m not sure where I’m going with it- I’m leaning more towards a Supernatural/Mythical route, but if anyone has any thoughts, I’d be honored to hear them!! Let me know down below or in my inbox.

The house sits behind a lake - off the beaten path, encompassed with trees to its back, the forest eerie, but yet serene.

It wasn’t what they expected: cared for, the lawn beautifully mowed with a growing garden, the home like any other middle class refuge.

With just two knocks the door was unlocked and opened, and through your picture on the tabloids, they immediately understood who the man standing before them was.

“Min Yoongi?” The man questions, a bit older than his companion, with broad shoulders and round eyeglasses framing his face.

“The writers, I assume?” When they nodded, Yoongi stepped aside. “Come in. Can I get you anything? Water, tea, coffee?” He asked, gesturing to the navy blue velvet couch. “Please, sit.”

“Uh, no sir.” The man continued, glaring at the younger boy next to him when his brother discreetly smacked his arm, annoyed that he’d decline free food.

“As we said over the phone, I’m Seokjin and this is Jungkook.” Jungkook smiled, waving at the man, “We’re with Faraday University, hoping to write about your niece’s disappearance.”

Yoongis’ eyes drifted down to the hardwood floor, despondency crystal clear before he painfully smiled and sighed. “Well, I’m glad. Ever since her case turned two, it seemed like the cops around here couldn’t care less.”

“Cops - “ Jungkook started, “they’re good for nothing. Trust me. We know.”

Jin cocked his brow at his brother, disappointed yet again at his words. He fumbled with his jacket, fishing out a voice recorder from the inside. “Do you mind if I record this? I just don’t want to miss anything on the paper.”

Yoongi shook his head. “Of course not.”

With a click of a button the recorder beeped, gently laid on the wooden coffee table before them. Seokjin cleared his throat, adjusting his bottom on the comfortable couch.

“Sir, we were told that you insisted the police look into a… Park Jimin? Is that correct?”

At the mention of said man’s name, he bit his lower lip, immediately nodding.

“Why is that?”

“Because I know he did it. He took my niece. Of course, nobody believes me because I have no proof whatsoever. He made sure of that.”

Jungkook raised his brow with pursed lips, gaze narrowed and focused on Yoongi. “How did your niece meet this man?”

“Church.” He replied. “He came in with his brother suddenly, sat a few pews behind us. I remember, she turned around and smiled at them both. They were nobody’s in our town, came in from Busan - I don’t really remember.”

“And after that, did they cross paths, speak?”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. After the service they approached and introduced themselves as Jimin and Namjoon, said they were visiting relatives that lived nearby, but it was soon determined that they didn’t. They supposedly grew around here, in an orphanage that burned years ago.”

The writers cocked their eyebrows, “Orphanage? So they're not really related?”

“I assume not, no. I tried to do my own research even when everyone told me to leave it to the authorities, until I found something that I… that I wish I hadn’t. I guess they were right. I’m not one to believe in such things, but when you grow up with a grandmother who believes in… such things, you start to realize that maybe she’s not as crazy as you thought she was.”

“What did you find?”

Yoongi sighed, “You won’t believe me.”

Jin looked at his younger brother who eyed him before looking back at Yoongi. “Try us.”

“Well, there was a groundskeeper that I approached, asked him if he knew who Park Jimin was. He - he seemed afraid. Told me that if I knew any better I’d stay away from ever trying to find him.”

“Why?”

“Because he believes Park Jimin isn’t human. He’s a fallen angel. The literal devil incarnate. And if I wanted to keep my life, I’d stay away - we’d stay away.”

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aestheticpluto · 1 year

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Lust [Yandere Park Jimin]

T.W-Yandere, Horror[?]

No One's POV

''Love, Please don't hide from me'' he hummed ''I forgive every lies you've ever told me'' he added his footstep getting closer every second, tears filled your eyes 'pls help me pls' you prayed to god ''Darling, I'm getting impatient, don't make me wait'' His voice clearly displaying anger you gulped in fear as he got closer to the pillar you were behind

''Hmm...you're pretty brave you know, running away from the house entering this abandon asylum without a single hesitation'' you didn't care if there is serial killer here no...your mind was only focusing on escaping him even serial killer is better than him oh...you forgot he is the serial killer that you helped 7 months ago thinking he was a homeless guy giving him food and water, clothes. but turned out to be the killer that was police searching for months.

''You showed me love when other ignored me, you showed me that humanity still exists, how can I ever let you go'' you regret it so much suddenly a hand grabbed your collar and pulled you out of your hiding place ''Tch....I warned you didn't I?'' his voice was cold as look down at you trembling on the ground panicking ''Better prepare yourself darling, cause the punishment isn't going to be easy'' he smirked his eyes drowning in lust..... maybe you should've trusted your guts

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stayatiny · 1 year

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Red Hands ~ Chapter 1

Yandere!Idol!Jimin X fem!reader

Series warning(s) – murder, blood, violence, obsessive!jimin, eventual smut, More warnings will be added as the series continues

Chapter warning(s) – mentions of murder, dead bodies, a couple of swears, heavy make out session

A/N - Hi everyone so i decided to start a new series with Jimin if you like to be tagged please let me know ^^

“Three more bodies were pulled from the river. They were found with the words ‘She's Mine’ carved into their arms just like the previous seven victims. The police have been in contact with the police in Busan and therefore connecting another two victims. This brings the total to twelve. The local police are asking all citizens to be extremely careful especially young men. If you notice anything or anyone suspicious, please contact your local authorities.” My eyes widen looking at the screen of my phone. I was on lunch break in the cafeteria of my work. Two of the victims I knew, not personally, but knew of them. They worked with BTS as back up dancers. I took a deep breath, setting my phone down trying not to think about it. But it still played at the back of my mind along with them finding more victims in Busan, where I grew up. I finished my lunch before heading back to my office to edit some of BTS' vlogs that they’ve made. I was the head editor of the vlog videos. I just graduated a few months ago and picked up a job for an editing program here at HYBE. The pervious editor left due to personal reasons so that made me a head editor by default because it was only us two that worked on non-music video edits. I went to unlock the door before seeing Jimin coming around the corner. I smiled and giving a small wave. It did make it better that my best friend from middle school and on was here too. I wasn’t completely by myself.

“Hey pretty girl,” he says leaning against the door frame. I opened the door letting him follow me in.

“What are you doing here?” I pulled my grey cardigan off, placing it on the back of the little sofa I had in my office. He plopped down, throwing his arm on to the backrest. I spun my office chair to face him.

“I just finished dance practice for the duet song with Taeyang and then I thought that I would visit you.” I smile before pulling my legs into my chair with me.

“I was wondering when you were going to start practicing for that. Well, I have a little bit of work to do before I leave. You can stay if you want, it shouldn’t take that long.” Jimin grinned before leaning back. He closed his eyes, then taking a deep breath. His skin still had the glisten of sweat from him practicing so hard. I turned back to my desk and continued working on the subtitles for RM’s vlog and worked on the outros. Finally after working for about another hour, I got up from my chair to see Jimin silently sleeping. Seeing him a sleep like this made my heart hurt at times. He’s so cute…and quiet. I shook his arm gently trying not to accidentally startle him. He jerked awake.

“Oh, hey Jimin sorry to wake you like that. But I’m done for the day.” I straightened up, grabbing my sweater. He took a deep breath before getting up and stretching.

“Finally.” He jumped up and grabbed my purse for me while I shut everything off for the night. I smiled as he handed my almost like saddle bag to me. I yawned as we headed out the door.

“Tired? You can stay at my house tonight. I think I still have some of your clothes at my place.” I nodded, because I was really tired and since the killer’s been busy again I don’t like being by myself to much.

“I think I do too. I’m tired. I had a meeting early this morning. So, I’ll stay at your house tonight.” He smiled putting his arm around my shoulders. I put on my mask, and he put on his. I don’t like getting sick and it hides who Jimin is. We talk and walk down the street while he holds onto my hand. I’ve known him most of my life. He was always there and so supportive whether it was being at my college graduation, even with his busy schedule, or even telling me about the job here at HYBE. I have been in love with him before but I buried those feelings long ago. It’s time like these that my emotions remind me why I loved him to begin with.

“Do you want anything to eat before we get to the house. We could always order in too. I’ll pay this time since I Invited you to stay with me.”

“That’s fine with me. I don’t like being out and about to much since that serial killer has been on the loose. I don’t feel safe at home anymore and since my parents are back in America for the winter visiting family I can’t go and stay with them.” Jimin squeezed my hand just like my heart.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about the killer too much. I mean all of their victims are men, so I know you’re safe.” True even though that all the victims were men I still didn’t feel safe in my own apartment.

“Yeah, well that doesn’t mean much. You don’t know what the killer is thinking. They may like the look of a female victim.” He scoffed and held me close to him.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N” My face warmed. He was always so sweet.

We made it back to my apartment. I put in the code, letting her in first. She kicked off her shoes and placed her bag on the island in the kitchen. I adored her. She plops on my couch pulling her feet into the seat with her. She pulled out her phone and turned on my tv. I did the same getting ready to order her something to eat.

“What do you want to eat?” She looked up before biting on her lip. I wish it were me biting…

“Um how about we make ramen here. I don’t want you to spend money on me because I decided to stay.” I sit next to her wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She gets closer to me probably for warmth. She’s always been cold natured.

“I don’t mind getting you food or making food for you.” Her face lights up.

“Thank you, Jiminnie.” I kiss her forehead before getting up and got to work on our ramen. She tries to help but I make her sit back on the couch.

“Here we go,” I say, placing her bowl on the coffee table, which she was already at. She grins and takes a few bites. I joined in while eating we were letting the tv play in the background. We talked but not much. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I started to eat. I couldn’t say the last time I ate so much.

“Here I can help with dishes.” I let her wash and dry the dishes while I took out the trash. I walk back into living room watching her in my kitchen made my heart flutter. I want her to be mine. All mine.

“Hey Jimin, I cleaned up the kitchen to while I was at it.” I huffed.

“You didn’t have too Y/N. I could have helped.” She sat down with me again. I want to kiss her so bad. I needed it.

“I know that you are tired, so I wanted to help you. I’m your best friend I’m always gonna be there for you.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” We stared at each other for a while. There was a shift between us. She bit her lip looking down at the floor for a little bit. I grabbed her gently by the back of her neck. Her cheeks turned light pink. My heart hammering even harder.

“Jimin?” I kissed her. I feel sparks ignite. Her hands pressed firm against my chest as she kissed me back. Y/N wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body into me. I grab her waist, pulling her into my lap. She whines as her hips press into mine. She lets my tongue slip into her mouth. I love the fight she gave me. Fuck I’m getting hard. She pulls away from me. My cheeks were flushed like hers too. She pressed her forehead to mine, closing her eyes.

“But-,” she whispers. I kiss her again, my hand pushing her even further into me. I bring myself to stop.

“I love you,” I whisper. She hugs me tight letting her body relax against me. I kiss the side of her temple, breathing slowly.

“Since when, Y/N?” She leans up then runs her hands through my hair on the back of my head.

“I think I’ve always liked you, but I swallowed my feelings for you since you debuted.” My chest tightened at the fact that she was hurting. She frowned like she was still feeling that heartache. I kissed her again.

“You’re mine now so don’t worry about anything.” She smiled and laid her head back on my shoulder, burying her head into my neck. I put my legs onto the couch and relaxing until I started to get drowsy. I stirred a little bit hoping not waking up Y/N. I was thinking about the events that transpired between us until the thought crossed my mind.

Shit did I hide that knife…

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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Garden

Warnings: Yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff

Note: One more short fic since it’s probably going to take me forever to finish my bigger yandere stories.

“We’ll have our own place soon” he promised, “It’ll all fall into place, let's just make the best of things for now.” Jimin turned, shutting the sink off and patting his hands dry. He frowned at your still downcast head, a small pout on your lips as you looked up at him.

“I just hate it here so much.” You sigh, “I just want to live with you again.”

“Things are always better when I’m around” He sang, coming to squish your cheek between his fingers until you smiled back. “Trust me” his voice lowered, eyes locking with yours. “You’ll love our new place, I just have to finish some things before I can take you, until then” his voice grew hard, “if your asshole neighbor bothers you again, tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded slowly, leaning into Jimin as he wrapped his arms tight around you. You had been stuck in this miserable apartment complex for well over a year now, with your miserable stepfather and miserable neighbors. You missed the time when you lived with your stepbrother, in that cute little house on the hill. When your mother was still around and your stepfather didn’t spend his days drinking to an early death. Jimin had moved out before you stepped into this apartment, he had stopped getting along with his father early into your mother's death and left to take his own way.

But you missed him, even if he came often to see you. And now that you were starting to have problems with your neighbor. He was always at your door knocking to complain, or banging on the wall and shouting at you for being too loud, or just being an asshole in general. He wasn’t much older than you, but with how much he complained one would think he was just an old, grouchy man.

“I’ll see you Monday?” Jimin asked, smiling as you nodded and stole one more quick hug.

Soon, baby, I’ll return and make up every moment that I was gone. Jimin stared at the text you had left him on delivered. You weren’t one to ignore him, you always replied with your own pet name and gooey line. His nose scrunched in frustration as he patted the sheets on the bed down aggressively. “She never leaves me hanging like this” he muttered to himself, were you mad about being stuck at that apartment still? Jimin couldn’t blame you, but things were almost ready for you to move back in with him. He had worked and worked, saved until his head spun, and house hunted like a maniac until he found it; the perfect little home for the two of you. Now he was nearing the end of making it perfect for you, making sure you have everything you needed and could want. He’d give you no reason to ever want to leave.

Maybe his feelings towards you were a bit unorthodox, but who cared? Soon the two of you would have a new start together, and he planned to make it heaven compared to the shit childhood you shared with him. In his dreams, he always found you, for years now. You’d be together, the timidness of feelings gone and his father gone, unable to reprimand touches that lingered too long and shy kisses. You’d be together, you’d touch his leg and lean closer, but he always woke up in a desperate sweat before things went further.

He jumped at the sound of his ringtone, answering your call with a smile that dropped as quickly as it appeared at the sound of tears.

He grunted, jamming the shovel into the ground with all his weight. It was dark with just Jimin’s discarded flashlight on the ground giving him a view of the hole he had been digging for what felt like hours now. With dirt and blood smudged on his skin, eyes blown wide in a mix of shock and anger as he spared another look at the body wrapped and waiting to be pushed to its grave.

Burying a body in your future home with him wasn’t exactly what he had planned. He took a moment to rest, leaning on the shovel as his chest rose and fell heavily. He could still feel a push of rage and adrenaline. His body itching to do something, relive the fight he had gotten into with your neighbor, and relish in the feeling of beating upon the man in a blur. Maybe he hadn’t come down from it all yet, but he couldn’t muster up any guilt for what he had done, or forget the smile he couldn’t help but wear as he suffocated the man. Sure, he had imagined killing plenty of the people that hurt you through growing up at your side. He got into plenty of fights with them as well, of course not to your knowledge. He supposed this had been the last straw. It was your neighbor's fault, after all, how many times had Jimin warned him to back off of you? No one was going to yell at and demean his precious sister. Not as children, and certainly not as adults left in an unfortunate situation.

Jimin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and resumed his digging well into the night. He had never been afraid of hard work, he always made sure he got everything he wanted- everything he could ever want.

The next morning, when he woke sore and tired he eyed the sore that was fresh, lumpy dirt ruining the perfect picture of his yard. He sighed, he wanted it to be perfect.

“She always wanted a garden” he proposed to himself while absentmindedly scrubbing the blood and dirt from his hands.

“Keep them closed” Jimin giggled a warning as he walked you from his car, hands firmly on your shoulders as he guided you.

“I am” you smiled, “when can I look?”

“In a minute.”

When you did open your eyes, you took one look at the cozy house in front of you. You looked back at him, brow scrunched slightly in confusion. “It’s our new place” he cut you off before you could ask. “I’ve spent months on it since I moved out actually.”

“Really?” You asked, looking around with round eyes. “I don’t have to go back?”

“You’ll never leave my side again” He held your hands in his as he pulled you through the home, swinging the backdoor opening to show off the array of flowers he had planted. “A garden for you too, It’s not done though, just a start.” Your arms had a choke hold on him, wrapped tight around his neck as you thanked him with tears brimming in your eyes. “I’ll keep planting it for you” he promised, face nuzzled into your neck, “I mean it, thousands- I’ll plant thousands of flowers just for you.”

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desiredfang · 1 year

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❧ Happiest Day

genre -> yandere

pairing -> bts jimin x reader

warnings -> mc is drunk during ceremony, it’s hinted that Jimin stalked the mc in earlier years

word count -> tbd

summary -> Jimin thinks back to the happiest day of his life

This day couldn’t get any better. He finally had you all to himself, legally and illegally if you really think about it, but he didn’t want to think about the crime that topped all the others he has committed over the years. He just wanted to hold you in his arms.

He glanced down at your ring finger making sure that the ring he put on you earlier is still there, though it wouldn’t have anywhere to go, he still needed to make sure that there was proof of his ownership over you.

He looks up towards the ceiling where some mirrors, provided by the hotel when he mentioned that it was your honeymoon, were stuck. He thinks back fondly on your special day. Sure you were drunk, but lots of people say ‘drunk minds speak true thoughts’ or something like that. Sure, you though he was your old fiancé but Jimin was sure that you only dated and got engaged because you were trying to make him jealous.

He looks back towards you where he sees that you lay peacefully, chest moving up and down slowly. He would be worried at the pace if he didn’t know that it was the pace you kept since you were only twenty one and finally moved out on your own.

He watches you for a minute before thanking whatever gods lived in the skies that Namjoon’s a registered officiant.

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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year

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Hello there! Congratulations on your followers count! Much deserved. 🫶🏻

May I please request a Yandere!Jimin with this scenario - “What was supposed to be a one night stand with a member turned out to be more when he couldn’t let go.”

Thank you for giving us great stories and being my guilty pleasure when adulting is soooo hard. I find your account one of my safe place. ☺️

Pairing: Mafia!Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Light sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: thank you so much my love!! I’m happy to hear that you consider this account as one of your safe place. A highest of compliment ahuhu 💜

3000 followers

“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin said in admiration, his eyes taking in his fill as you stripped off of your dress. His soft words did not move you. Instead, you pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him. This was not the time for romance.

This was the time for you to lose your virginity.

It would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to your family who thought that you were all living in the 1800s when it was acceptable for arrange marriages. However, your anger was squashed by the thought of your fiancé who was just as against the would-be union as you were. He had only communicated with you through messages, never in person. He said that the two of you really weren’t going to go through it, so why would the two of you waste time knowing each other? He was so blunt that you actually laughed while reading his messages. He was so disgusted by the marriage that it seeped through the words.

You agreed to show both your disagreement tomorrow to the families. In a way, you were lucky to have been promised to a man like him. He was as against it as you, if not more. So really, you weren’t worried for tomorrow.

But still, you were mad that they thought they could decide for you.

“Shut up,” you growled at him before kissing him in his seductive lips. He chuckled at your cute attempts in dominance. Jimin let you lead for so long, until he flipped the two of you off with so much ease. His strength was unexpected from his lean body.

When he knew you were ready, he slowly thrusted into you…only to feel the barrier signifying your innocence.

He lost his playful smile, his eyes suddenly turning serious as he looked at your tearful ones. “You’re a virgin?” He asked in disbelief.

“Well…not anymore,” you replied in a small voice, somehow certain that he was going to leave now that he knew. But Park Jimin did the exact opposite. You felt him kiss your forehead so slowly you could pretend that this meant something. He smiled at you in assurance before resuming his movements.

Park Jimin would take care of you.

Park Jimin woke up without you.

His happy mood turned sour when he saw his arms empty. He hated it. He didn’t know why he hated it when he had never, ever spent a night with someone he fucked with.

But that was the thing. He didn’t just fuck you. It felt more.

“You let her go?” He repeated to the trembling guard. Despite his height, Jimin had an explosive anger. His rage was hard to reach, yet once he did, he was even harder to calm down. “What time did she leave?”

“I-I wasn’t aware she wasn’t allowed to leave, sir,” he answered the mafia heir, his head bowed down. “She left at two in the morning, sir.”

Oh. So you left like a common thief, then.

You left him like what you both did was something inherently wrong.

You left him as though he didn’t take care of you.

You left him.

And he couldn’t have that, could he?

He would look for you, but first he needed to settle something.

“Where on earth were you?!” Your mother shouted as soon a she saw you entered the mansion. “Your fiancé will be here in an hour and you still look like a mess!”

You almost couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes from her over-the-top dramatics. Whatever you had to say, she wouldn’t listen to anyway. You were dolled up as soon as she ushered you to your room. Her choice of dress for you carefully laid out as though you were just a doll. You hair was styled to her liking, your makeup to her preference.

You looked at yourself on the mirror with no emotion. This would end, anyway. You and your so-called fiancé would make sure of it.

You were done being someone else’s doll.

You smirked as you sipped your tea. Your parents were getting impatient. Meanwhile, his parents were already in the vast living room, his father seething as he tried to contact his son. They were all a mess, except for you. You were thoroughly enjoying this. Who knew? Maybe after this debacle, you and him could be good friends.

It was almost one hour after the agreed upon meeting when the door opened. The air changed significantly as though a storm was about to come. If only you knew…

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” a smooth voice sounded from behind you. Finally, he was here. You gently placed the cup of tea back on the table like the princess that you were raised to be. You straightened your back as the families kept up with pleasantries.

“I came here to announce that I-“

Finally, he was going to say it. With a smile on your face, you looked behind you.

Only to see him.

Park. Jimin.

He blinked owlishly at you, processing what was happening in front of him. And then the fucker smiled like an angel.

It was just his luck, he thought. There you were- meant for him. He didn’t need to go far to search for you. You were within his reach all along.

This was destiny.

He grabbed your hand in his before facing your family. “I’m here to announce that I will gladly marry your daughter.”

What the fuck?

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piedinthepiper · 15 days

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Disease ˖ ⊹

Doctor!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve had a sore throat for months now, good thing Doctor Jimin has a cure.

Warnings: dark content, dubcon ish, corruption, smut, mention of bullying, yandere?

Wc: 2.3 k

A/n: wrote a little something based on this request! Reader is innocent in the beginning, but throughout you will discover that she’s not innocent at all, but not in a sexual way… This is a great concept, but this is just so unserious. But I had to! It was right in front of me and I had to!

Another A/n: This is also written based on my firm belief that all doctors were pretentious nerds in high school. Because no one gets grades like that from actually having a life.

Another disclaimer: I’m not a doctor, everything is off Google! Some technical terms might me wrong, don’t sue me! Also it’s a really stupid story, it’s pure fiction! If any doctor or medical personnel ever does this to you it’s not ok! Ok?

“Y/n y/l/n.”

Your name was heard throughout the waiting room. You smiled at the woman in scrubs, getting up from your seat to follow her. You clutched your bag to your side. Anxiously walking down the hallway.

“Dr. Park will be with you in a minute.”

She smiled as she stopped, holding the door open for you. You walked into the empty doctor’s office. She closed the door behind you, leaving you alone. You sat down in the chair, placing your purse carefully in your lap. You let out a deep breath. Being in a doctor’s office was just scary. You knew it was safe and all that. It was just something about giving a random person information about yourself that made you nervous. The sterile room that so many people had received bad news in. You were dreading the thought of you also receiving such news in that room. The possibility of not knowing if you’re terminally ill or if you just have a flu. Well, that was why you were there in the first place. The door opened, and your face turned in its direction.

“Good morning, ms. y/l/n, right?”

A sweet calming voice erupted from the man. You nodded and stood up to shake his hand. He sat down opposite of you, starting to click and type on his computer. You nervously looked down at your hands, waiting for him to talk again.

“I see you’ve had a sore throat for quite some time now. Is that the reason you’re here today?”

You looked back up at him again. He was leaning forwards on the desk on his elbows. His hands neatly put together.

“Yes, it’s like I’ve had a cold for months now. It just won’t go away.”

He nodded and typed something on his computer.

“Have you noticed any swelling in your lymph nodes?”

He asked still focused on the computer screen. You thought for a second.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked.”

He nodded at your answer.

“Any peculiar or ugly coughs? Like slime coughs or even blood?”

“There was this one time where there were a little blood.”

He looked back at you, clearly concerned about what you told him.

“How much?”

You shook your head.

“Very little, it was more the taste of blood. Nothing visible.”

He went back to typing.

“And it was only once.”

You added, trying to make the whole situation sound a little better. It wasn’t even that bad, it was probably just because you had been coughing so much that day, your throat was so sore that a little cut appeared. But it was the reason you decided to go to the doctor in the first place.

“Ok, are you ok with me examining you a little?”

He asked calmly, his full attention back to you. You sighed but nodded. He got up from his chair and pointed to the bed looking thing with a long sheet of paper on it. You got up as well and followed him, jumping slightly to get up on it. You wiped your clammy hands on your jeans, trying your best to calm down. He put on white latex gloves and came over to you, positioning himself between your legs. You straightened your back a little.

“Look up for me.”

You did as asked and looked up at the ceiling. His gloved hands immediately went to your neck. Slightly pushing on the sides of it.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and you nodded slightly.

“Your lymph nodes are quite swollen actually. It’s weird that you haven’t noticed.”

He said as he quickly moved to your stomach. Your back quickly straightened even more at the sudden contact.

“Just relax for me, I don’t bite.”

He jokingly said. You let out a small laugh and tried your best to relax. He put pressure on your waist.

“Does this hurt?”

He asked and looked you directly in your eyes while his hands roamed your waist. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He stopped.

“Do you mind taking your sweater off?”

He asked calmly, looking down at where his hands were seconds ago. You panicked for a second, not knowing what to answer.

“Your sweater is quite thick, it’s purely so I can examine you correctly, ms. y/l/n.”

You nodded and started taking off your sweater.

“Of course.”

You mumbled as you pulled it over your head, leaving you in just a black bra. Goosebumps littered your skin at the sudden contact with the cold air. For a second you saw him looking at you, mouth slightly open. It made you uncomfortable, the look was not a professional one.

“Amazing.”

He said and licked his lip slightly before finding your waist again. You tried your best not to freak out at how close he was now. You felt so much more vulnerable now that you were half naked.

“Does it hurt now?”

He asked and did the same motion he did earlier. You shook your head again.

“Can you turn to the side for me?”

He almost whispered. You turned to the side, placing one leg at the floor for stability. You felt his hands slide up your back, pushing at some spots and asking if they hurt. You suddenly felt the cold touch of a stethoscope on your back.

“Breathe slowly in for me.”

You took a deep breath.

“Keep going, keep going for me, y/n.”

You breathed out once those words escaped his mouth. He didn’t say it like a doctor would. There was something behind it you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Try again.”

He uttered and you did. You managed to hold your breath.

“Good girl.”

He said as you breathed out again, making you cough.

“That cough doesn’t sound very good.”

He said as he stepped back into your view. You positioned yourself fully back on the bed.

“I’ll examine your mouth now, ok? Tell me if anything feels too uncomfortable.”

You nodded.

“Open up.”

You did as he commanded. He put two of his gloved fingers flat on your tongue.

“Wider, please.”

You opened your mouth as far as you could. He pointed a flashlight down your throat. Tears started forming in your eyes as his fingers almost choked you.

“Looks like you got some tonsils down there.”

His fingers slowly slid out of your mouth and you closed it and swallowed whatever spit had occurred during the examination. He started removing his gloves, throwing them in the nearest bin. He came back to you and placed himself close to you again. So close that it would be awkward to reach for your sweater that had fell to the floor.

“They’re not big enough to remove just yet. They might shrink if you do the right things.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to get a little bit of modesty.

“What do you recommend?”

You asked him.

“Take cough syrup and cough drops, drink as much warm beverages as possible.”

You sighed.

“But I’ve been doing that for months now, and it hasn’t helped as far as I’m concerned.”

You said and looked down, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him that close. He hummed in understanding, stepping slightly away. You took the chance to reach for your sweater again. But his arm stopped you. You sat back up, looking at him confused.

“There is another solution. It’s a bit- well. Unorthodox.”

“What?”

You asked, willing to do whatever he told you. You didn’t want to walk around with a constant sore throat for the rest of your life.

“Do you have a partner?”

He asked. You shook your head, still confused about where he was going with this.

“That’s a shame. You see, recent research has found out that fresh and warm semen can do wonders for a sore throat.”

You swallowed feeling the saliva sting your sore throat. You knew what he was aiming at, you weren’t dumb. Or at least you didn’t think so.

“Really?”

You asked, not convinced that he was actually asking you to blow him.

“Yeah, I’m a doctor, you can trust me.”

You nodded and stepped off the bed, hearing the thin sheet of paper slightly rip. You looked him in the eyes as you sunk down to the floor. Letting your hands drag down his body.

“Woah ok. Didn’t know you were that desperate.”

His hand went to your face as you positioned yourself on you knees.

“I’m just doing this to get better, alright?”

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll help you.”

He was quick to answer, almost eager. You started working on his belt, trying to get it done as quick as possible. Maybe you were dumb, maybe he tricked you to give him a blow job. The thought definitely crossed your mind. But like he said, he was a doctor, he knew this better than you. And after months of trying everything to cure your throat, you were willing to try just one more thing.

You pulled his half hard dick out, giving it a few pumps. It was a good size, even at its half hard stage. You were about to put your lips to it, but his hand reaches your forehead.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

He asked with a sly grin. You looked confused at him. He clicked his tongue, hissing slightly.

“Well, I don’t offer this to every patient that comes in with a sore throat. Maybe a thank you, a little begging for my help would work?”

You mentally cursed yourself, but you were too far in to back out now. You let one of your bra straps fall down your shoulder as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. Your hand started jerking him slowly.

“Please, Dr. Park. Please let me suck your cock. You’re the only one that can help my sore throat.”

His eyes changed from slyness to horniness at your words.

“Good girl, you deserve a cure for that throat.”

You kissed his tip.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Park.”

You said before your mouth covered his tip. You started sucking on it watching his face twist in pleasure.

“That’s it.”

He whispered as you swallowed his cock. His head turned to the ceiling, as a moan escaped his lips. You started bobbing your head up and down, not wasting any time and keeping a steady rhythm. His hands reached your hair, grabbing a fistful. He didn’t force you to go deeper, he just held your hair as some sort of stability for himself.

“I always knew you were a little slut. Sucking me dry in my office with other patients waiting outside.”

He started talking dirty once the initial pleasure wave was over. Swearing in between his words.

“I’ve waited for this for so long. Fuck- Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered what those lips looked like around my cock.”

You choked at his sudden comment, his hand in your hair stopping you from removing yourself of said cock. You started going faster instead, wanting this to stop so you didn’t have to listen to his creepy speech.

“You remember me from high school right?”

You now realised you were very very dumb, as your mind raced through your memories from high school. Park Jimin, the nerdy weirdo in science class. You would always catch him stare at you, but you couldn’t remember ever speaking to him. Well, except for when you and your friends would call him names and break his glasses. He pushed his hips forward, making you choke again.

“Of course you don’t. You were too popular. But- shit. Look at me now.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes. His hand went from your hair to your cheek, and caressed it carefully.

“I made a shit load of money to have you sucking my dick today. Shit- I have the most gorgeous girl from high school blowing me right now. Finally.”

He started moving his hips, you knew he was close.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

He moaned as you felt the warmth of his seed fill your mouth. You waited for it all, not wanting to have any of it actually hit your skin. You swallowed, before you got up again. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, giving him a deadly look.

“I remember you, you little freak. You were disgusting back then and you still are to this day.”

You erupted adjusting your bra strap back over your shoulder.

“There you are, that’s the y/n I remember. Always something mean to say.”

He said as he tucked himself back, that sly look creeping back onto his face.

“Who’s the bully now, y/n?”

You snarled at him and turned around to get your sweater from the floor. You were ready to leave and change doctors immediately. But before you could get up again you felt his body crash into yours, pushing you up against that bed thing. He bent you over it, whispering in your ear.

“You were always the meanest. And I loved it. I loved you so much. I practically worshipped you.”

His groin was pushed up against your butt. You felt his bulge growing by the second as he took a deep sniff of your hair.

“Please, let me go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry ok?!”

You practically screamed, now afraid of the boy you never thought would be able to overpower you. But that was in high school. He was a man now.

“I will let you go, y/n. I’m not like you.”

But before he did as promised he got a good grip of your tits. Letting out a satisfied moan.

“Even better than I thought they would feel.”

He whispered before stepping away from you slowly. You immediately got away from him, quickly throwing the sweater back on your body.

“Remember that I had the power today, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards the door. You stopped, and didn’t speak before your hand was placed firmly on the handle.

“Whatever you fucking weirdo.”

You said and opened the door, not looking back. You regretted being this fucking dumb. Falling for his trick, thinking that he had good intentions. The worst part was that it didn’t even get any better.

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pynkgothicka · 11 months

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Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

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Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

🔍

As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

🔍

Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

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stonyoongi · 2 years

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— yandere!jimin NSFW alphabet (trust me)

park jimin x female!reader | REQUESTED

omg i'm so embarrassed hadaiababavavva i'm sorry if it sucks but i really suck at writing smut though i try. anyway, i also skipped a letter cause i just cant describe someone's dick (????) thank you soooo much for request🥺🥺🥺 'trust me' is one of my favorites

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

He is an aftercare specialist. He always makes a point of cleaning up the mess, dressing you comfortably and sleeping cuddled up.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

It sounds cliché, but he loves your eyes and that's why he always insists on maintaining eye contact during sex. Some people say the eyes are the window to the soul and he agrees, and he wants to capture every emotion your gaze conveys.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

When you stopped using condoms, he found out that shit coming inside wasn't for him. It's really fun to do it dirty, come between your thighs, in your belly... When you're sucking him, keep your mouth wide open because he'll come there, but also on your face and tits.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

Anal. He wants to play with your ass so badly, but has noticed your discomfort whenever he approaches the area, so he holds back.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Much more experienced than you. While you were too shy to even think about dating someone to have sex, he always enjoyed casual fucks.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

He doesn't want to try anything too complicated, so he prefers the good old-fashioned missionary. He can keep the pace he wants, watch all your reactions, see his cock being swallowed by your pussy, touch your breasts... It's perfect for you. Still, in the rare moments that he becomes more aggressive, he likes to put you on all fours and tuck you in from behind, bury your face in the pillow and spank your ass. Only when he's mad at you.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

He likes to keep the mood serious, but becomes a little playful to lighten the mood if necessary. Anything to keep you comfortable.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

He always stays hair-free and demands that you do too.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Jimin is always very affectionate and romantic, but at the moment it's like wow He likes to keep the mood sensual, fuck you slowly, tell you he loves you, give lots of praises, maintain eye contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He doesn't enjoy masturbating, but he encourages you to do so. Not because he thinks it's important for you to get to know your own body, but because he enjoys watching you try to pleasure yourself. He likes to guide you through words, being in control is everything to him.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks):

Corruption kink. One of the things that made him interested in you was your shyness, your innocence, your pure soul. He loves to teach you new things, he loves your reactions.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

For some reason unknown to Jimin, the sofa.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

You're enjoying a popsicle, so he's going to want a blowjob so badly. Are you wearing a short skirt? His desire will be to kneel in front of you and taste your taste. Cooking? Fuck, he's going to think about tucking you under the kitchen counter and destroying you. Everything about you excites you.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Jimin is possessive and jealous, so he would never allow one more person to get involved. The idea of someone else seeing your naked body, hearing your sweet sounds and causing any reaction in you makes you mad with rage. However, if there's something you're not comfortable doing, he'll respect it and get someone else to perform that fetish.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Honestly both! He loves sticking his tongue in you, loves the taste of you, watching your reactions, playing with your pussy. And he loves just as much to be inside her hot mouth, to watch your eyes water, your cheeks flush.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

He will push into you slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him invading your tight pussy and also because he loves the feeling of entering you so he wants it to last longer. He maintains a sensual, slow pace.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

Quickies are everything to him because the horny is high and he blames you. The car is his favorite place for this.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

He finds himself in a fucked up dilemma. On the one hand, he hates to think of anyone else seeing you the way he does during sex, but he loves fucking you in the car, as the risk of getting caught turns him on.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

He's going to take a lot of foreplay, dirty talk, teasing... One round will make you both more than satisfied.

T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

No, he thinks all this shit is unnecessary and is too proud to appeal to anything else. Lubricant? He will use his tongue to make you wet enough to receive him. Are you lonely and horny? Use your fucking fingers. Pornography? If you need an incentive, think about him.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

When you're in public, he'll sneak a hand to your thighs and what starts out as a simple innocent caress will turn into your undoing as he advances toward your most sensitive area. When you smack yourself with ice cream, he'll use his tongue to clean you on your fingers, face areas, until he's fucking your mouth with demanding full lips. He'll talk dirty in your ear and when you finally understand his ulterior motives and blush, he'll play dumb and accuse you of being a naughty girl. During sex, Jimin will rub the glans all over your core, make you beg to fuck you.

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Jimin is very vocal, especially when you have your mouth on his dick, or the initial feeling of your walls engulfing his dick. In general he is a noisy guy, sly and groaning, panting, swearing and praise. He pretty much narrates all the sex.

W = Wild Card

Your innocence. He always wants to fuck you hard when he sees your confused little face when he doesn't understand any of his snide comments.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

Very high and always at the most inappropriate moments.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

He prefers you to sleep first, lying under his chest as he strokes your hair and tells you how much he loves you. He will only close his eyes and give himself over to sleep when he feels your calm breathing and is sure that you are already in the dream world.

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sweetwolfcupcake · 11 months

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Series

Yandere Masterlist

All the content here belongs to the genres of Dark Romance, Thriller, Horror and everything deliciously dark.

Fatal Attraction

Ongoing- Allurement (Hiatus)

(More To Come)

Note- All the works in the 'series' section can be read as stand-alone-fics.

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hobisstar · 1 year

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Autumn Leaves| Park Jimin x F!Reader

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Warning: Vulgar language, Yandere!Jimin, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusional, imaginary love, Death, Gun, Manipulation, Drugging, and Murderer!Jimin.

Summary: if autumn is so beautiful, how come love seems to end in autumn? Pondering, Jimin is scared of loosing the love of his life, but he cant seem to remember the most important detail. They aren’t dating.

Theme: Autumn/Fall love & Yandere

Disclaimer: Though this is pure fiction, I want to still add that I do not find this behavior attractive and I do not think any member I write this fics about are actually this way, you shouldn’t either. That being said, please read at your own risk as this might be unsettling to others. Viewer’s Discretion Is Advised.

His love, oh it was something. He loved his lover more than he knew and more than she knew. He wished that she noticed him more than anything. It's been a while, her being so busy and him to be infatuated in nothing but her. The woman in talks is the one and only, Y/N.

Jimin loved her to the moon and back. You see, this all started when he first met her in the greatest coffee shop ever known.

''Flash Back 4 years ago''

Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook had just arrived at the cafe that the whole town been talking about for the past few months. " I wonder what drinks they have; we know Hoseok is going to want his iced latte, hopefully its good." Yoongi said sitting down with the rest of his friends. They really wanted to just order now but of course they are new so they must look around at the menu. " Hi welcome! I'm Lisa the manager, Y/N is busy, so I'll be you all waiter for now. Is there anything you'd like to get started with?" " Um, we will all get the signature Iced Latte." Jimin spoke giving her a gentle smile. " Of course! I'll get start on those and if not Y/N, I will bring them to you. She is our best worker, so everyone always asks for her to be their waiter. Your drinks will be right up!" Lisa smiled and walked to the back to get started on their drinks.

"I wonder who Y/N is. I bet she's a beauty, maybe we can finally get Yoongi a girlfriend" Namjoon teased then lightly elbowed him. " Come on, Joon. We know Yoongi is too busy for a waiter, maybe Hoseok would like her, I mean he goes to cafes to read and focus on things maybe they can hit it off well. Thats if they talk Ya know? Don't want to force anything on anyone." Jungkook added, which made everyone at the table laugh, except Jimin. He was too busy staring off in space is what the rest of the guys thought until they saw a woman serving the table right in front of them.

Yoongi tapped Jimin on the hand, " Hey go talk to her if you are going to stare. I don't want people to feel uncomfortable with our first time being here." Yoongi knew about Jimin's weirdness. He didn't complain simply because he thought it was from nerves, but he never seen him stare at someone like they were/are goddesses. He was happy that obviously he found her attractive, but his look also scared him. Something in his eyes just screamed darkness, but Yoongi ignored it since he just thought he was imaging things.

The woman looked up and caught Jimin staring, and she just simply smiled and continued with the couple in front of her. She soon walked off and Jimin almost lost his mind. She was perfect. Was that y/n? Watching her, he saw her grab their drinks and walk towards them. She smiled and placed them down on the table. “Here are you guys drinks. Would you like anything else?” Y/N questioned and looked around. Jimin spoke up before everyone else “W-What do you recommend…” looks at her name tag,” Y/N?”

“Well I think the Chicken Noodle Soup is the best. Its my favorite!” Y/N smiled and spoke cheerfully. Everyone ended up ordering that, the rest is history.

“Y/N! That boy is no good. He’s been weird since you two started talking. He’s always eyeing you when one of his friends or even a costumer asked a simple question! You need to stay away from him, he’s dangerous.” The manager, Randy stated. He was always observing his costumers. Making sure they arent being dick heads to his workers. Out of all of Jimin’s friends, he was the weirdest! He always only asked for Y/N. All the time. Even if she was busy.

One time Randy was working late and Y/N had already left since she was hoping to study later that night. Jimin had walked in alone and instead of seeing Y/N, Randy was there. “Sorry Bro, Y/N isn’t closing tonight.” He spoke since he was aware of his fondness of his worker. “Oh. I know.” Jimin spoke calmly. “Yeah? Then why are you here?” Randy questioned looking up from his phone. “Fire her. My company is looking for some new workers and i think she would fit just fine. Plus this shit whole of a coffee shop doesn’t pay as much as we are willing to.”

Randy was confused. Why would he really want to fire his best worker? She never mentioned anything about working at a company, a Music Company, at that. He raised his eyebrow. “Jimin, I understand you are considered a friend but, you should let her choose if it came to her wanting to leave. “

Jimin had a straight face but then he broke out into a laughing fit, “You, You think i was asking?” His smile slowly going away. “ Im telling you to fire her or ill do something then it will be too late to fire her.” He walked closer to were Randy was standing. “What… what do you mean too late?” “Oh? Because either you will be dead along with Lisa and the rest of your workers and Itll look like Y/N went crazy or someone went on a murder spree for no reason and targeted the best coffee shop in town. And i couldnt dare let my Princess go down like that ill be her only alibi.” Randy backed up fearing his life. Maybe firing her wouldnt be as bad as he thinks. He watched Jimin pull a gun out of his pocket and clock it. He pointed to the phone “Hurry, Call her. The clocks ticking.” He rushed to the phone and called her remembering her number by heart.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke on the other end. “….” His mind went blank and his tongue got caught. He felt Jimin shove the gun in back of his head. “Speak. you have 2 minutes.”

“Y-Y/N im sorry to do this but… Im gonna have to let you go.” He stuttered out. He heard the other end of the phone go silent. “Y/N? Hello?” Randy said while tears ran down his face.

“…um, okay, um thanks for calling me..” she spoke she was about to hang up when Randy shouted “Y/N call for help JIMIN HAS A GUN-“ then she heard a gunshot then the phone line went dead.

Y/N screamed and dropped her phone. She ran to out of her apartment without second thought. They took training in case someone were to come in with a gun. She prays Randy wasnt hurt. Did he say Jimin? “Oh god what if Jimin was also hurt?!” She picked up speed and finally made it to the coffee shop.

The light were out and there seem as though no one was there. She quietly walked in and looked around. “R-Randy?” She whispered. “J-Jimin? Anyone?” As she was walking she felt someone grab her from behind and she almost screamed but she heard them say. “Its Jimin.” She calmed down and turned around. “Wheres Randy?”she asked with tears in her eyes. “Why do you care? Hes dead.” He said calmly as if it was normal. “He wouldn’t fire you quickly enough so i ended him. Hes pretty weak. Now you can live with me, work with me. All those things we can do together,” he grabbed the towel that had chloroform on it and put it right ontop of her nose and mouth. He watched her claw and struggle but it was no use. It was pretty strong. He smiled. He put the gun right in Randys hand to make it look like he did it to himself. Glad he was wearing gloves because of the cold Weather.

“Never, Never Leave me.” He whispered in Y/Ns ear as he carried her to his car sitting her right in the backseat and covering her with a blanket to keep her warm on the long ride home.

#bts jimin #park jimin #yandere!jimin #yandere park jimin #jimin x reader #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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stayatiny · 1 year

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Red Hands ~Chapter 2

Idol!Jimin X fem!reader

Series warning(s) – murder, blood, violence, obsessive!jimin, eventual smut, More warnings will be added as the story continues

Chapter warning(s) – Killer!Jimin, blood, straight up murder, cunnilingus, swearing, Please let me know If I missed anything.

Tagged Lovelies- @vitrealisbunny @strxwbloody

I woke up snuggled into blankets and pillows. I turn my body to feel someone stir next to me. I smell Jimin's cologne and natural musk pulling me even closer to him. Blurry images from us kissing came back.

“What time is it?” Jimin kissed my head before turning to grab his phone.

“Its 8:40 in the morning,” he says turning back to me. I jumped up from his arms. I hummed and snuggled back into him. So glad I’m off today. Jimin wrapped his arms around me, holding on tight. I feel his lips press to the top of my head.

“Do you want breakfast, Y/N?” I stayed where I was not moving.

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up yet. I’m comfortable.” I feel him laugh then placing his hand on my face. His thumb caresses my cheek moving down to my lips. I blush while he kisses me. Damn his lips are so soft. He pulls back from me and pulls me closer into him. My head right under his chin. I was ready to doze off again until I hear the doorbell. Jimin sighed and got up. I hear his feet softly padding across the floor. I hear him speaking to someone, I couldn’t quite tell who it was. I finally got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to use the toilet. I look at myself in the mirror before finding my spare toothbrush in the draw and my hairbrush. I brushed my teeth then my hair. Once done I see Jimin waiting by the bathroom door. He looked kind of annoyed or irritated.

“What’s wrong?” He huffed a little, trying not to get angry with me.

“I’m sorry but I have some meetings that I have to do today. I didn’t know until out manager came here to tell me about them.” I frowned a little bit, but I knew that he is an idol, duty calls.

“It’s alright, Jimin. We can always hang out later,” I say, hugging him. He hugs me back I could still tell that he was upset.

“I know but I wanted to use today for us. How about after my meetings we go on a date?” I smiled, then giving a peck to his cheek.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll see you later then.” I grab my bag.

“Do you need me to walk with you?” I shook my head. In the daylight I wasn’t as scared, and it wasn’t that far from here. I headed to the door and slipped on my shoes, jacket, and mask. I needed coffee before heading to my apartment.

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I watch her leave with a smile, excited for our date tonight. I took a deep breath and took the time to put up her spare toiletries. I showered and got ready putting on slacks and a burgundy button up. I went to the door slipping on my dress shoes. I didn’t want to go to this meeting. I NEEDED to be with her.

“Hey Jimin!” I hear walking into the HYBE building. I see our manager heading right to me. He fills me in on what the meeting is about, I only half listen.

“This shouldn’t be long just long enough for you to meet with Taeyang and to set a date for the music video shoot.”

I made it back to my apartment. I chunk my purse onto the counter. I let out a sigh. I can’t believe that I already missed him. I head to the shower to get ready for our date. I didn’t know what to expect for our date nor did I know what he wanted to do.

-Hey sweetie, I’m done with my meeting. I’m heading over to your place to get you.

I smile reading the text while drying my hair and fixing it. I decided to put on a simple strapped black dress. I put on my slippers while waiting for Jimin to arrive. I grab a matching black denim jacket to go over my shoulders. I can guarantee we aren’t going anywhere fancy. We’ve never been that way. When we went to school together, we would go to the same café every weekend until he decided to move to Seoul. When I moved here, we restarted our tradition. I was in touching up my hair and mascara. I run to let Jimin in. He immediately grabs me picking me up by the waist. I kiss him as he sets me back down.

“You look so pretty.” I blush to a new shade of red and I didn’t think that was even possible.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” Jimin’s still holding my body tight to me.

“So, where are we going to go?” He smiles before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door.

“We are going to the first restaurant that we went to together after you moved here.” My heart leaps. Besides going to cafes, we went out to eat a lot and we would drink a lot too.

“Jimin, that place is kind of expensive are you sure that’s where you want to go?” He hands me my purse while I put on my shoes.

“Well, I thought it would be nice. It was when I realized that I loved you.” My face turns fire red again, even through my make up. My ears also gave it away. He laughed at my expression.

“So, let’s go before it gets too late. It’s the weekend so it gets busy.” I nodded and grabbed his hand locking the door to my apartment.

We got another bottle of soju, our second one for the night. I was a lightweight compared to Jimin. We started with drinking shots when our food arrives.

“Jimin, should we get another bottle.” He shook his head.

“Nah I’m good. I don’t want you to get drunk and then get sick.” I scrunched my nose at him at the last memory of us drinking with him.

“That was one time. Okay so I ended up vomiting in your shoes. I didn’t know that I was such a lightweight.” He laughed at me.

“Yeah, I’m just glad we know that now. Let me pay and then we can head out back to my house. We can watch a movie or something.” I nodded and grabbed my jacket and purse. I feel anxious while waiting for Jimin like something exciting was going to happen. He was putting his wallet back into his pocket when he walked back up to me.

“Hey are you alright?” I snapped out of my zoning out. I grab his hand as he led me out of the restaurant.

“Yeah, I’m okay I was just thinking about stuff.” He smirked before giving me the side eye.

“Like what kind of stuff?” I laughed then scoffed a little.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” His smirk got bigger. I know I was playing with fire at this point. I knew I could get away with it.

“Oh, trust me I do,” he whispered, leaning down next to my ear. This jerk…I hummed and squeezed his hand. We reach his apartment. I took off my heels at the door putting my purse in its usual spot on the counter. The sexual tension was so thick I could cut through it with a knife. I took a deep breath right before Jimin grabbed me up and putting me on the couch. I yelped as he landed on top of me.

“You’re so pretty. I want to keep you here forever.” I smile before kissing his cheek. I can’t help but feel like a little schoolgirl again. He kisses me, harder than before. Jimin reaches under my dress feeling my thighs. I stop his hands from going further.

“Why are you stopping me?” He looks offended. My face was a dead giveaway that I was embarrassed.

“I’m just nervous is all, minnie. I’ve never had sex before.” His frown softened to a reassuring smile.

“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable with me. We can take things as fast or as slow as you want them.” He hugs me tightly then kissed my cheek. Jimin holds me like I was going to disappear. I took a deep breath before pulling away from him. I lean back on the couch as he turns on a movie when he gets down on the floor.

“Jimin?” He hushed me as he grabbed my waist. I gasp as he gently bites my thigh. I whined trying to shimmy away from his mouth.

“I need to taste you.” My whimpers and whines growing louder the more he bites and kisses my thighs. He hushes me as he pulls down my thong that was now soaked. Jimin spreads my legs further apart placing on his shoulder. I practically scream as Jimin wraps his lips around my swollen clit. He rubs my legs as he sucks harder.

“Ah Jimin,” I whine. I could feel him smirk as he flicks my bud again and again. He pulls back long enough to take a deep breath and pushed my legs up to my chest. He dives back between my legs lapping up at my juices that I could swear are getting on the couch under me. My hands bury into his hair. I needed to cum. His tongue working feverishly to make me come undone.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.” He only nods letting me know its okay. I can’t stop myself from grinding my cunt against him. Once I rode out my orgasm, he pulls away from me wiping his face on a discarded towel.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.” He helps me clean up as the post orgasm sleepiness set in. He kisses my head before carrying me to his bedroom. He hands me some clothes and letting me change. I lay down in his bed waiting for him to join me, but I fell asleep before then.

I let Y/N go to sleep first. I’m still reeling from the taste of her cum and the feeling of her hands in my hair. While she sleeps, I work on finding out if anyone is messing with my little baby. I stalk her Instagram with my secret account that I hide behind. It doesn’t take me long to find some desperate fuck trying to impress Y/N. I scoff at his attempts to meet with her. She hasn’t responded to his comments thankfully. I open his profile and use my account disguising me as a woman. I knew all this was wrong and that eventually I will be caught but until then I’ll keep her safe. I messaged the man wanting to meet up and get to know him. I finally convinced him to meet up tonight. I check the time only seeing that it’s 11 pm. Still early in the night for some fun. I gathered my backpack with all the tools that I need. First I need to go and let Y/N know that I won’t be here. I don’t need her looking for me while I’m working. I shake her gently before speaking.

“Hey sweetheart, I have to meet up with my manager really quick because of a schedule change. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” She stirred long enough to listen and then nodded before dozing back off. I kiss her head and put on my mask and beanie. I head out locking the door on my way out. Tonight’s going to be fun.

“Leave me alone you fucking freak!” I laugh running after the man. He managed to escape the warehouse but since it’s in the middle of nowhere nothing to worry about but I love the hunt. The man stumbles. My smile grows wider under my mask.

“What do you want? I have money take anything you want just let me go.” I grab the man by his arms and drag him back to the warehouse. He screams and cries for me to let him go.

“I’m going to kill you.” He cries louder. I throw him back on the dirty bloody floor. I jam my knife into his throat and chest. The warmth of my victim’s blood fueled my rage. The man was long dead when all my rage wore off. I got up and placed my knife back on the table. I took a deep breath looking at the dead man on the floor. I carved ‘She’s Mine’ into his arm like my other victims. I cleaned my knife and hands after bagging up his body. I decided to leave him on the side of the road. I just finished getting rid of his body when I hear my phone going off.

“Hey baby girl. I’m on my way back if that’s what you’re calling about. The meeting went longer than what I thought and I even met with an old friend.”

“Oh that’s nice, minnie. I woke up and I still didn’t see you. I ordered some food and I started to get worried.” I hummed slightly.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home before you know it.” She continued small talk when I reached my building.

“I’m home!” Y/N jumps up from the couch and hugs me tightly. Thank God I changed my clothes. I kissed her before placing my back next to the door. I pick her up into my arms.

“My pretty girl. I love you so much.” She kisses me again. Never knowing the lengths, I will go for her.

#yandere bts #yandere park jimin

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