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taetaespeaks · 1 year

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Speak / THV

genre : werewolf au, yandere, mythical

summary : In a world where mythical creatures and humans have been at war with each other for years, you find yourself in a mansion managed by those same dangerous entities without the possibility of fleeing, a sinister fate awaiting you at the end of your stay. Refusing to say a word for years, your silence will attract the attention of your tormentor. A romantic werewolf who will do everything to make you his forever, whether you like it or not.

warnings : angst, smut, mention of death, blood, violence, yandere, mention of depression and family issues

rate : mainly +18

"You have to talk!"

These four words you now knew by heart. You heard them every morning, every evening, louder in your ears with each passing day. When you took your shower, when you ate, when you watched TV. Always these four words that punctuated your life. It didn't provoke any reaction in you, motionless, your usual impassive expression, you watched without showing any interest the little old lady who was standing in front of you, hands on hips in an expression of pure annoyance. There was a time when you might have smiled to express your regret, but that time was over and having extended this reflection too many times, you could no longer feel guilty about your silence or even look sorry.

"Impossible!" Ms. Jeon raised her arms to the sky, letting them fall limply along her sides one second later as she turned her back to you, muttering a thousand dark words of annoyance that left you stunned behind the bar. You couldn't afford to be hurt by the old woman's lack of patience, she had always treated you as a friend, though firmly. She made you work at her family bar, even though you were not related to her and despite your categorical refusal to speak properly. Indeed, you were not speaking. No, you weren't mute. You had just decided to keep quiet one day and since then, only a few words crossed your lips and only when it was really necessary.

You felt in danger though. This job at the Jeon bar was all you had to make ends meet, and with grandson Jeon's early return from downtown at the end of the month, you didn't worry that your position as barista would be challenged and shamelessly given to the youngest member of the family. After all, it would be quite normal and logical but you couldn't help but sigh in dismay, the only sound you made today.

The end of the day came slowly but surely and soon you found yourself under the dark sky of the city of Bangtan. The capital. When you were little, you were bitterly jealous of those others who lived under the Bangtan sky, promising yourself that one day it would be your turn, that you would live a life full of madness and adventure because everything was possible there, in the capital! Now, you couldn't say that you missed the countryside, no, falling asleep every night in anguish at the idea of waking up with a demon or a ghoul over your face, no, but you weren't happy either in the safety of the high walls of the fortress in the center of the country. You even disapproved of this unequal security. The poor, like you and your family, were condemned to barricade themselves at night to protect themselves from the creatures roaming the woods while the richer ones slept with their windows open and protected by the high white walls and guards. Silly policy. You would never have imagined going home alone, unarmed, without a phone and in the middle of the night. Indeed, years ago, the government had announced the existence of the so-called myth creatures. People had obviously panicked, distrusting their neighbor, their teacher or even their brother, despite the insistence of the heads of state that being a vampire, a mermaid, a werewolf or whatever did not necessarily mean being a bloodthirsty beast. But it didn't matter, soon people who were suspected without proof were being massacred by barbarians, soon, civil wars began and even today, you can't really tell who won in theory. The humans, the creatures? In any case, neither of them mix. At least that's what they say in the capital, but where you come from there are quite a few stories about couples where one or both of the protagonists are secretly creatures. You shuddered. It doesn't matter.

"Watch out!"

You didn't have time to react when a dark mass entered your field of vision. Obviously the biggest chine you've ever been given to see was coming right at you, tipping you violently as it passed and causing you to lose your balance as your bag emptied onto the wet pavement of the street. Safe from creatures, never from careless humans who don't know how to keep their animals on a leash, you thought bitterly, but you said no less. The huge dog stopped in his tracks and took a few steps to sit on your right. With his ears perched on his head, he seemed almost proud. Although huge for a pet, the animal was beautiful, its silky brown hair bawling in the moonlight and its eyes shining with a golden glint.

"I'm so sorry miss! Let me help you!"

A young man appeared in your field of vision in turn. Like master, like dog could not have been better applied as the young man stooping to offer you his hand was of a beauty worthy of the princes in the fairy tales. Mouth agape, you let him help you without reluctance to straighten you on your feet. He was slightly taller than you, with perfectly coiffed blond hair, full lips and a charming look. A real beauty.

"Please accept my deepest apologies! He doesn't listen to anything I say despite my best efforts to keep him by my side!" The beast growled to your right as if it understood its master's words causing you to give it a puzzled look. "You are not hurt?"

For a moment you thought of answering but your mouth immediately closed in a tight line as you looked away. You didn't want to talk and this man and the beast that was his dog couldn't change that. Embarrassed, you waltzed from one foot to the other before bowing as a greeting and a thank you that you didn't think he deserved anyway. The man had not finished with you, however.

"Oh, forgive me my sweet! I couldn't know you couldn't speak! Did you have your tongue ripped out, could you never speak or worse?" He looked away in mock dismay as his dog came forward as if suddenly interested. "Have you been the victim of a curse?"

Perplexed, you shook your head from left to right quickly, letting a small indignant sound cross your lips. The reason was much simpler, much more human, much more psychological but now your surroundings had taken such a liking to your silence that the answer didn't even cross your mind.

"My poor princess, you are like the little mermaid."

You shivered uncontrollably. No one had ever referred to this tale worthy of a child's worst nightmares since mermaids began to really manifest themselves and drown sailors and bathers without remorse. This had all the makings of an insult. You frowned against your will with an expression of hurt incomprehension. Now you really wanted to end this "exchange" as soon as possible, but as you tried to bend down to pick up your things, a searing pain shot through your skull, the feeling that a cruel arrow had just broken your brain made you groan softly. Surprised and perplexed, you straightened up and put a trembling hand to the back of your head, discovering a sticky, viscous substance that you recognized as blood. Your blood. The world began to spin as the man in front of you slowly disappeared into the whirlwind that was your surroundings.

"She is tough Jeongguk. Don't be afraid to hit harder."

Jeongguk? Like Mrs. Jeon's grandson. Despite the incessant whistling in your ears, you could almost hear the blow coming. He wasn't afraid to hit harder this time.

…

"This is barbaric, Jimin! The poor little thing."

"I'm not the one that did it, Joonie!"

"But you asked him to do it."

"It's a good thing you hit her in the back Gukkie, she's such a beauty, it would have been a waste."

"What do you think, Taehyung?"

"She smells funny."

Laughter.

"Keep it down! She's waking up! Miss?"

The pain returned as soon as you regain consciousness. For a moment you thought you were back there, at your parents' house, warm in the open arms of your bed. Away from the city, from the bar where you worked, from the responsibilities, but you soon remembered that this was not an option. Your parents had kicked you out long ago.

"Speak, please!"

"She can't."

Were you dead? Maybe you were. But heaven was dark in that case. Slowly opening your eyes, you discovered the top of a four-poster bed, a few gray roses embroidered on a black background, little light in the room. You recognized the soft touch of quality sheets between your fingers that gripped the bed beneath you as a wave of pain suddenly swept over you. You could only wince in response.

"Thank God, you're alive!"

Despite the paralyzing pain, you found the strength to turn your gaze in the direction of the voice that sounded so concerned about your condition, even your own self was not so concerned. It was a man, short hair, skin tinged with a honey-tan color and a sincere smile, he was tall and muscular but not scary and surprisingly you felt reassured but you didn't know him. Where were you? Why were you there?

"Namjoon, she just woke up. Shut up."

He lost his smile as another man was caught by your frightened gaze. Smaller, with jet-black hair and a stolid look. You had never seen him before either.

"Hello Miss. I am Yoongi. I was a doctor, well, I am a doctor. You have received a strong blow to the head." He looked sternly to the side but you didn't follow his gaze, too busy focusing on his words. "Your condition is stable now. Would you like something to eat?"

"She can't talk!"

This time you looked away. He was as tall as the first one from your point of view, but of the three men, he was the one who stood out the most. His complexion was tanned, his lips were drawn, his brown hair was elegantly styled in a style that hadn't been modern for a long time, and he had beautiful golden eyes. He was handsome. The most handsome man you'd ever seen, but now that was the least of your worries.

"That's right! That's why you're here."

A cheerful voice exclaimed. Too many voices. Too many sounds. Your headache worsened as you closed your eyes and sank back into the darkness of your mind. No coherent thoughts helped you. You were lost in many ways.

…

Held by creatures. The last straw. You sat on the edge of your bed, your eyes lost in the void. How was this even possible? Kidnapped by creatures in the very heart of the capital. All to become the little werewolf's plaything of the bunch in due course. Oh no, not some sexual reference. At full moon, the wolf became particularly violent and to prevent him from hurting his comrades, what better way than to sacrifice a human who couldn't scream and therefore couldn't draw attention to their presence in Bangtan? To convince them to change their minds, all you had to do was speak, but what was the point? They would kill you anyway or worse! They would give you to the group's ghoul, Jimin, who seemed to take great pleasure in making anything that could cry suffer. You sighed.

"Don't be sad!" You gasped as a young man appeared before you. A succubus. Who would have thought that Mrs Jeon's grandson was a creature and a dangerous one at that. He was also tall and handsome. His beautiful brown eyes were like a deer's and his smile like a rabbit. You liked his tattoos and piercings but you couldn't tell him and even if you could, you wouldn't. He was the one who had spotted you and proposed the idea, he was the one who had knocked you out. Yet you weren't angry. It didn't matter. It wouldn't matter now.

"Here." He handed you a cup, it looked like tea. You drank it immediately without making a fuss. He would gain nothing by poisoning you. "I asked Jin to enchant it so that your grief and state of distress would be less hard to bear, Madam."

He called you Madam, probably because he was younger. It didn't bother you that much. Anyway, you had no way of telling him your first name. As if he could read your mind, he added.

"You can write your name down so that I can learn it!

"Jeongguk, get out of here, you have no right to seduce her!

Blushing in surprise. The young man flinched and then changed his innocent look into a more seductive and dangerous one and too lazy to protest, disappeared as quickly as he had appeared in a last fake unhappy smile worthy of a cliché movie.

This voice was the one you heard least often of all. Seokjin, a wizard, was the master of the huge castle where you were kept and from time to time he visited you, made you smile, tasted a cake with an unknown taste that soothed your pain and then went away. Yoongi, the doctor with the pale complexion, came to examine you every day, you liked him, he didn't talk much or ever a few times, and the marks around his neck allowed you to understand that he was actually dead for a long time. Hoseok, the fairy who asked you to call him Hobi, didn't come as often as Yoongi, however when he came, it wasn't to lounge around, he danced, told you about his life, almost force you to read books, and explain with passion how the disneys had soiled the image of the fairies, although it seemed to fit his character from your point of view. Namjoon, to your surprise, was as human as you were, which is why he seemed most eager to reassure you and apologize sincerely. Then came Jimin, he liked to make you jump, to smell your hair in a sensual way, hungry by his instinct of ghoul. Jeongguk was soft and endearing, but you were not stupid, the succubi know how to seduce otherwise what good would they be succubi, then came the last one who had just entered the room. The most beautiful of all and also your future assassin, Taehyung. The werewolf.

He approached the window. Hands behind his back with a serious look. You were intimidated by him without being able to express it. He had always been polite to you. Courteous and respectful. He seemed to come from another time and given the longevity of creatures of his type, you had no doubt that was the case.

"I'm sorry." He sensed your confusion. "For Jeongguk. His instinct is to act that way, just like Jimin. They don't know how to control themselves, so forgive them."

You knew that your goal was to be slaughtered by the man in front of you. Technically, he was the only one here who was going to hurt you but you were careful not to point that out to him.

"You smell funny." Were you stinking? "I have to admit, I haven't smelled many humans in my life but I'm sure your smell is different."

Golden eyes pierced you suddenly.

"I'd like to make you talk. He confessed. "But the choice is yours."

So he knew you were able to speak. Strange.

"Sleep better than the other nights this one." You looked at him with perpexlity. "I feel your restlessness at night. You walk, you think, you whisper." You blushed. "Tomorrow I will show you something to prepare you for the full moon."

And with that, he left.

to be continued…

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fairyofsilence · 2 years

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Do you have any yandere bts recommendations?

Oh boy it's my time to shine, the only thing I've been reading in the past year are yandere fics, so here is a list of my favorites (I got carried away lol, I separated them by each member and OT7 fics):

F: Finished

O: Ongoing

Jin:

—Scopophilic Affection by @bibbykins (One shot, part of an OT7 series)

—Something wicked by @chaoticpuff17 (Series) [F]

—Infatuation by @amoc94 (Spin-off mini series from Jin's character in 'His pet') [F]

Yoongi:

—Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches (My all time favorite)

—His pet by @amoc94 (Series) [F]

—Lineage by @kosmosguk (Series) [O]

— Suga, we're going down by @chaoticpuff17 (series) [O]

—Goodnight, neighbor by @sluttyandere

Hoseok:

—Solar eclipse by @deepdarkdelights

—Wind chimes & Cursed stars by @royallyjoon (Two part series) [F]

—TOSKA by @chummywchimmy (Series) [O]

—Reticence by @worldwidemochiguy

—Mistletoe by @deepdarkdelights (Sope fic)

Namjoon:

—Lady of the night & Run little red by @deepdarkdelights

—Let the villan win by @lemonjoonah

—A dangerous game (series) [F] & When the chips are down (sequel of ADG, series) [O] by @chaoticpuff17

—Reverence by @chummywchimmy

—Silhouette bonds by @bibbykins (Part of an OT7 series)

Jimin:

—Otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday (series) [O]

—Code red (series) [O] & The mansion by @darkestcorners

—Love Pages by @jimlingss

—Deviant affairs by @blog2349080783

—Paparazzi by @blog2349080783 (short series) [F]

Teahyung:

—Actually, the devil wears Gucci by @blog2349080783

—A piece of cake by @lovelyspring7

—Nightcall by @cosmostae

—Poison Apple by @jooniyah

(series) [F]

—Embroidery by @bibbykins (One shot, part of an OT7 series)

Jungkook:

—Quarter Quell (series) [O] & Penpal (series) [F] by @blog2349080783

—Polarity (series) [O], Raven (short series) [O] & Darknets (series) [O] by @darkestcorners

—10 seconds (mini series part of the Bouquet series) [F] by @deepdarkdelights

—The crimson shell (series) [F] by @angelicyoongie

—Kill to kiss you by @chummywchimmy

—Silver blades by @jooniyah

OT7:

(BTS x reader)

—Nephilim by @royallyjoon (series) [O]

—Ego by @btsydtrash (series) [O]

—The household's bunny by @bibbykins (series) [O]

—SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! (maknae line) by @sluttyandere (series) [O]

—Fucked up by @jingabitch (series) [F]

—Killing my softly by @girlmeetsliv3 (series) [F]

(Different member x reader)

—The bouquet series by @deepdarkdelights [F]

—Love, war and other broken things by @bibbykins (series) [O]

I was not joking when I said I got carried away (sorry not sorry :p) hope you enjoy!

#fic recs #recommendations #ask #personal

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urluvl · 2 years

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•As You Wish• (Preview)

•Yandere!Prince!Jungkook x F!Princess!Reader (ft. Taehyung)

•Preview? After the sudden assassination of the eldest, most beloved, sibling of the Kim‘s kingdom, Prince Kim Taehyung— the middle child— was to take the throne, and you were to marry his best friend, Prince Jeon Jungkook. You believed that your sisters death was a cruel, unexpected, tragedy, yet there were secrets yet to be uncovered.

You thought finding your sisters murder would save you from your nightmares, but once the truth could no longer be contained… you realized that no one, not even you, would be save.

Prince Kim Taehyung was power hungry, and Prince Jeon Jungkook was love sick; that was a disastrous mix.

Your naïve happiness, or your sisters justice?

• • •

Thoughts? Should i write this?

Ive had this idea for a hot minute, and i think i would be interesting.

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minshookie · 3 years

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Jungkook + nipple link

....more sub HCs?? I think so 👀

Warnings || sub!jungkook, dom!reader, smut, public sex, that’s it. Forgive my mistakes.

Jungkook could make the steamiest of make out sessions adorable, the way he whimpered along your glinting lips his fruitless painful begging almost made you blush.

Jungkook being the competitive individual he is, he was always up for a challenge...so you challenged him to a week of complete sexual abstinence, teasing him about is inability to do so....What a brave one he is, he’s here on week three yearning for release.

You’re of course willing and ready to reward that, but it’s up to him to let his pride fall. Only to be reminded of his position.

“Is this what you wanted Baby?” You held his quivering chin, glistening with perspiration. “Mm, no.” He moaned as you teased his restricted erection, his eyes fluttered from your powerful gaze to your swollen nipples shielded only by the sheer fabric of your tank top.

You knew exactly what he wanted, and he was definitely going to work for it.

“Oh? Well why’d you beg me to come help you skip practice...didn’t d want the boys to see your little mess?” Your hand delved into his baggy pants he’d left a wet patch at the front of his briefs.

“I-I just made the mess.” He stumbled over his statement leaning onto your shoulder, the small space of the storage closet grew in heat.

“I’m s-s-sorry, mm please can I-” you began to stroke his member, the way his body was reacting he was pathetically close. “What do you say little Bunny, gonna fall off your high horse?” “Fuck not here please y/n.” He sighed having to bury his mouth in the crook of his neck. Hiding his pathetic mummers.

Greedily, he gripped your breasts, Jungkook was hopelessly mesmerized by your chest. As comfort, as a treat, just to get off. He worshiped your breasts and body pathetically.

“Been thinking about me all day?” He nodded with a moan. Such a vocal man in his state of desperate pleasure. “Yes...” he was practically fucking himself into your loose fist.

“Ready to give up and cum?” He groaned as you tighten your grip, “huh? answer me now Kook.” He whimpered into your ear, he put this on himself. His mouth forms silent words he pulls from your shoulder, head back in pleasure. “Mm can I please- y/n stop.” In the midst of his occurring euphoria you removed your hand.

Removing your shirt after, your breast fell free and there Jungkook found his high attaching himself you.

Even the sight of you in such a power stance, his favorite part of you at his reach. He pumped him self with speed, indulging in the familiar taste of your warm soft flesh.

Such a comfort and turn on for the poor boy. He didn’t last much longer spilling himself into his boxers and pants hurting your bud as he quaked.

With the volume Jungkook was using, you’d have some explaining to do. His form jerked with every stream.

“Hush, before were kicked out.” You laughed rushing to get dressed, “mm when we get home- c-can I thank you y/n?” He timidly whimpered.

“Of course Kook.”

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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

taglist :

@missseoulite @gukkculture @silscintilla @the-falling-star @apollonshootafar @mwitsmejk @lovinggalaxies @b-e-t-x-s-o @jisoosbitch @ariverflowsonthemoon @maboiisuga @peachescream1723 @sichajeon

Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

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All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

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After weeks of thinking this over I’ve desided to become a fanfiction writer. So, feel free to send asks and stuff to me and I’d be more than happy to do them.

~ t0cos (that’s me 😊)

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daisyjoons · 2 years

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Willow

— The more that they say the less you knew, and wherever they strayed, you’d follow. you were just begging for them to take your hand, so they’d wreck your plans, so you could say “those are my men.”

— bts x reader

— 16+

— wc: 961

— curiouser and curiouser!relationship, mainly just yoongi & taehyung but the others are mentioned, king of hearts!jin, cheshire cat!yoongi, blue caterpillar!namjoon, white rabbit!hoseok, white king!jimin, mad hatter!taehyung, jabberwocky!jungkook, alice!reader, yandere!au, mainly fluffy, tiny bit of angst if you squint, !!! manipulation !!!, toxic relationships, implications of smut, !!!faint mentions of past domestic abuse!!!, no, but they love her, in all the wrong ways, but they love her

o○o。.★.。o○o。.☆.。o○o。.★.。o○o

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side for the rest of the day?”

Taehyung smiled cockily as you turned to face him with your hands on your hips, but a slight flush fell on his cheeks.

“Oh Darling, My Darling, My sweet, sweet starling. You will never leave my eyes' gaze. Forevermore, as long as you shall be mine."

You laugh at his proud comeback, his eyes glimmering at the sound. "Tae! You have been following me since I woke up this morning! It's been months since I returned, I think I know my way around my flower garden."

"My vicious love, you scath me with your gentle dissension." His arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him, a gentle kiss being placed on your head after he finishes speaking.

"Taehyung, you're speaking in riddles again. You remember what happened last time you did that." Yoongi steps out of the shadows carrying a bucket of red paint and a brush. "Also, sweetheart, there are a couple roses we seem to have missed the other day when we were painting. Care to join me?"

"She couldn't possibly join you!" Tae snatched you back as you started to walk towards your lover in the midnight blue suit. He wraps himself around you possessively, preventing you from entering the arms of his boyfriend.

Yoongi tutted as his tail flicked leisurely behind him in amusement. "Careful Babe, you're bordering on mad...and not the good kind."

He walks up to the two of you, purring as he also wraps his arms around you and cuddles into you and Tae. His ears perk up at the soft kiss you press onto his chest as a welcome.

"We are the ones on the walk!" Teahyung huffs but accepts the kiss Yoongi places on his cheek nonetheless.

"A walk? It looks more like you tailing our little love, quite literally glued onto her." Yoongi chuckles, tossing the paint and brushes into the air, which disappear into puffs of smoke. "Oh well, guess I'll just have to join you two on you're walk."

His wide grin stretches even wider, his tail swishing behind him in the swooshes he makes when he's being coy. You smile in a laugh at this, but allow him to lead you away by your hand nonetheless. Tae lets out another huff as he fails to swipe you back, falling into line with Yoongi and you, grumbling under his breath. He quiets down and tries to hide a satisfied smile when you grab one of his hands with your free one. A thought seems to start to turn in your head, solidifying when you try to remove your hands from the two of them only for them to grip on tighter and more possessively.

"You guys do know that this is my own private garden? The one that only we have access to? So there's no reason for you guys to be so worried."

Yoongi whirls around, his coy smile falling into a glare, Taehyung also stopping beside you and glaring down at you. However, when he notices your frightened gaze he drops into a softer glare, a sigh escaping his lips, and tears starting to pool in his eyes.

"We lost you, Y/N. We lost you. We had to live without you for years, not knowing how to truly reach you. Our only peace of mind was that we could see you, through the looking glass. And then we had to watch that-that piece of shit get to hold you. He got to hold you, kiss you, love you, and then, he hurt you. He hurt you and we couldn't stop it. Baby, we almost lost you forever, to him. Wonderland almost lost you as their Queen. Our hearts remained incomplete, and when we launched that mission to save you? We thought we'd lose you forever, to a ring that he bought. So please, understand we know it's excessive, yet we can't help but be worried." Yoongi's eyes spilled tears, his eyes distant as he recalls the horrifying time without you. And your eyes are weeping as well, your heart shattering st the suffering they went through. You turned to face Taehyung, who was struggling to hold his own tears.

"D-Did-Was this what you guys went through?"

Taehyung doesn't speak for a moment, but his eyes speak a million confirmations to your fears. He holds one of your hands up to his lips with both of his.

"Please, My Dear True Love, Let us hold you. I beg of you, let us hold onto you, the way we couldn't before. Even if it seems ridiculous to you, it puts our hearts at peace."

He presses a kiss onto the knuckles he holds, his breath shaky.

"Ok." You don't complain anymore, stepping forward to press a kiss onto his lips, turning to press one onto Yoongi's as well. You turn, grabbing their hands again, holding on tighter wishing to take away any heartache and anxiety you could, walking forward to continue to route with your lovers. Missing how they glance over to the neighboring tree, and Namjon hid behind it giving them a satisfied smirk, that they mirrored, before he fades away in blue smoke.

That night, after you fell asleep, your bare skin riddled with their marks of love, you're body relaxed and sated from receiving everything they could give you, and you giving everything you could give them, Namjoon relays the events he had witnessed that afternoon in the garden. Taehyung and Yoongi join occasionally. All seven boys look at your sweet, naked form, twisted love filling their eyes, and possessive smile falling on their lips.

#btswritingcafe #bts poly au #bts fanfic #yandere seokjin #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #yandere namjoon #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #curiouser and curiouser

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The Wife / THV part.4

genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists

summery : you five were the nightmares of teachers back in high school, now adults, your cruel and violent temperament doesn’t seem to have change neither does have the obsession taehyung has for you.

warnings : mean protagonists!!!!, smut, s3xual descriptions, strong language, violence, cruelty from the protagonists themselves. here we have an evil y/n. read at your own risk ! this story is hard and violent do not read if you’re sensitive to those topics.

rate : +18 only minors do not interact

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Your nights were getting harder and sleepless. It had been a month since the Jeon family scandal broke. Several women had testified against father Jeon and several employees of Kim Company had spoken on the networks and in court about the violence Mr. Jeon had used against them.

You didn't think Taehyung was capable of this and a few days after the euphoria of learning that your plan had worked perfectly, anxiety took its place.

You had always been confident in yourself and your decisions but a new unpleasant feeling met you. Guilt. Jungkook had never been a very good husband, cheating on you, not talking to you for months on end to put his work ahead of you, and then he had never even spoke to you about having children, preferring his secretaries, but when you heard him crying through his locked office door, your heart began to squeeze strangely and this feeling was more than unpleasant. So you avoided him like the plague, thinking you were the least of his worries anyway. He was already thinking of selling the house, and this fact alone was enough to convince your mother to offer you to come back and live with her "until things calm down", in other words, "until you find a new husband". When Jeongguk heard the news, he saw red, understanding as well as you did what this proposal meant, he risked losing his father, his company, his respect, his fortune and his marriage, because of Taehyung.

However, it had also been a month since you had heard from the said Taehyung. What you wanted was to be remarried to him in the first place but without his presence, he made the process more than complicated. You were already imagining yourself as an old maid, a victim of your own actions, finding only a little happiness in the idea that you had allowed abused employees to tell the truth even though you honestly didn't care and you didn't even know if it was true under the circumstances.

Your sleep was filled with nightmares of you, old and unhappy, but one in particular tormented you. You were running faster than you could run, blood on your hands, screaming for help. Taehyung was on your tail.

"Y/n?" Your eyes snapped open almost immediately as you leapt up, looking around and finding Jeongguk sitting to your right at the edge of your bed. If his eyes often took on a mocking look, this time his frowns indicated a state of genuine concern. His almost purple dark circles gave you the shivers as you watched the young man. Panic swept over you as images of your younger selves resurfaced, compounding your state of guilt.

"What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping."

"I'm fine." He lied, lowering his head slowly. "So hee told me you were having nightmares."

The little bitch had had plenty of time to get you in trouble before being fired for lack of means on your part.

"Don't believe her, she likes to open her mouth too much." With a brisk movement, you came to sit beside him at the edge of the bed. With his hands clasped together, Jeongguk was looking at the floor, his eyes almost closed. You looked away.

You loved Jeongguk but he deserved what he got, you told yourself, even though you weren't sure. You never felt sorry for anything, you never felt sorry for the people you crushed under your cruelty, so why was your heart hurting for him? Was it really wrong? No. You had to do what you had to do to get the life you deserved, you would never again accept anything other than what you wanted.

"Is your mom coming to get you tomorrow?" He asked almost shyly.

"Yes."

A silence.

"I'm sorry, y/n." You closed your eyes, letting him speak. "I know deep down you're not a bitch, well no, I mean, you know, a bad person, well yes, in fact, you're a bad person." You chuckled, and he laughed in response. "But you've always been a good wife. I know when we first got married you did everything for us and all I did was cheat on you and lie to you so I'm sorry. I know you wanted children and a house in the woods to watch them grow up. You wanted dogs and to get your mother's old cat back to give her a peaceful retirement in the country." How could Jeongguk remember that? "I'm sorry I didn't give you the life you wanted but that's just the way I am. My life is my life and I don't adapt it to anyone, I know you're the same and it was only a matter of time before you left." Even with your eyes closed, you felt Jeongguk lift his head to look at you. "Have you found someone else yet?"

You said nothing for a moment, not knowing the answer. "No."

"Well, the next man you get I hope he's as much of an asshole as you are." You laughed at the unison before your laughter choked in your throat at the feeling of Jeongguk's hand on yours. He held your smaller one in his gently for a few more minutes, you didn't know he was capable of softness. You abruptly opened your eyes to observe the strange sight of your linked hands. "And I hope you're happy. I know you're not happy, you've never been, but your dream house in the woods in the countryside could surely change you. I really hope so. Plus, we’re staying friends, right ?” Your heart ached again as in front of you, instead of your husband of six years, seemed to stand the sixteen year old Jeongguk who after fighting to steal a cake from a kid on the street had given it to you because he remembered it was your birthday. "Happy birthday, y/n. Love ya'."

•

You had surprised yourself by having more trouble packing than you had imagined, but blaming it on your lack of familiarity with manual tasks, you had redeemed the idea of not wanting to leave.

Jeongguk helped you put your bags in the trunk of the cab your mother had sent you, complaining bitterly about having to pay for it, and even though you and Jeongguk didn't exchange a word, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. That is until a surprise guest arrived.

A black BMW roared onto the property, the sun painting its perfect body with a golden glow. You and Jeongguk watched the stranger with hostility, one beside the other, as if ready to run away in case of danger, eyes wide open like two rabbits caught in headlights at night. The said car stopped next to the driver's car in front of you and your breath caught as you made out the people inside.

Taehyung, Jimin...

"Jimin?"

The young man leapt out of the car and ran towards you with his arms wide open, almost falling on the white gravel of the entrance.

"Y/N!!!" He slammed into you, causing you to take a few steps back in shock as you wrapped your own arms around him. The feeling of safety instantly eased your anxiety as Jimin rocked you back and forth in a comforting embrace that you enjoyed.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, had not moved, not paying any attention to Jimin's return, his attention was fixed on the driver who was now standing at the left of his car. Taehyung, more handsome than ever, in a very expensive suit, was watching the scene with a tight smile, leaning against the fender of the BMW.

Finally, Jimin's embrace tightened gently one last time. "You're beautiful." He whispered before letting you go turning to Jeongguk who hadn't moved. "Dude, you've doubled in muscle, what are you eating, man ?” Jeongguk’s only response was a murderous look to the young man. “Damn, okay. I complimented you and everything but okay i guess.”

"What the hell are you doing here?" Even though he included Jimin in his sharp question, you knew he was only addressing Taehyung. The young man who was bluntly watching you slowly turned his gaze to Jeongguk and then to his clenched fists as he approached him with an anger that was rare for him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." Jeongguk stopped short, looking with shock at the young man who had once been one of his best friends. "Don't get daddy into more trouble." The blow came without delay, pushing Taehyung backwards and splitting his lip slightly. You and Jimin flinched as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back in a light attempt at protection.

"Shut the fuck up, Kim. What do you want?"

"I'm coming to get y/n." Replied the brunette, wiping the blood running down his chin with a backhand.

"Why?"

"At her mother's house, she wouldn't be safe. Not knowing you know the address."

"What are you talking about, man?" Jeongguk turned to you in disbelief, questioning you with his eyes, but your dazed look spoke volumes.

"Your father has been accused of abusing his female companions. I will not leave y/n at the mercy of men like you two." You predict the second blow before it actually came. This time, Taehyung ended up on the ground, holding his nose and grunting as Jeongguk repeatedly kicked him in the ribs.

"You son of a bitch, I never laid a hand on my wife." One blow harder than the others. "Never! You always wanted her for yourself, didn't you? Is that why you do this?" Another blow.

Jimin grabbed Jeongguk from under his arms, hastily pulling him back from Taehyung, whose side had just made an ominous cracking sound. Hesitantly and almost tributing on your high heels, you approached Taehyung who was trying to stand up with difficulty.

"Are-are you okay?" Taehyung felt his heart quicken at your interest in him, so he smiled, with a dazed look that left you confused. You were soon his, and the pain didn't outweigh his initial joy at having you all to himself.

"y/n. You're not going with him." Jeongguk easily disengaged himself from Jimin, pushing him back. "You stay here." The order made you flinch.

"Don't decide for me, Gukkie."

"What? You want to go with this freak? Do you have any idea what he's really like? He's more dangerous than me." Jeongguk's voice cracked and you felt as if the air had suddenly turned colder as his weakened eyes filled with tears.

"Jeong-"

"You know what, just get out. And you two too. Fuck you." Shoving Jimin aside as he passed, he turned around to go back into the house, his cheeks wet and his fists clenched.

"Jeongguk!"

He didn't look back.

•

Taehyung's house was huge and cold, like a marble palace. There were guards at every door, and as soon as you arrived, one of them had been appointed as your bodyguard. Hoseok. A rather handsome man whose smile and relaxed air made you feel more like you were facing a friend than a man who was ready to save your life at any moment.

When the door of the room that was to become yours closed behind you, a strange feeling came over your body as Jimin accompanied Taehyung to the hospital for his ribs and nose. The room was huge, the cold marble under your feet sending icy shivers down your spine with every step, the thick black curtains hiding the daylight and a picture of you and Jimin posed on an oak dresser served as the first decoration.

Your mother was strangely docile to the idea of you being at Taehyung's house, not even complaining about the cab she had paid for and which had not been used in the end, she had made every effort to hang up as quickly as possible, as if made uncomfortable by the idea of talking to you.

Around 11 p.m., when the two men had returned, Taehyung had not come to see you, leaving you alone with Jimin. Sitting together at the window sill in silence, the room seemed even bigger and colder.

"I'm sorry." Why did everyone want to apologize right now, as if you were an angel fallen from heaven. Jimin knew better than anyone that you didn't deserve any apology. "I didn't know he was violent.”

Your words were lost in your throat as you looked at him dumbfounded. Violent? Sure, Jeongguk wasn't an angel any more than you were, but he never raised his hand to you, and your arguments were quite rare.

"I don't understand, Minnie."

"It's nothing. Just so you know, I really think I should have stayed maybe it would have been better for you this way."

"What are you talking about? You know Jeongguk. He would never do that to me."

"I don't know if I really know him, but I know you."

“Okay, and ?”

“I mean, you know sometimes I do want to kick you in the face with my bare foot but what makes me a good person is the fact that I don’t act on that impulse, right ?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even though I really want to sometimes, you know-“

“Yeah, I got it. I understand, I tried to bury you alive that on time we went at the beach, remember?”

“Okay but you said you didn’t attend to kill me!”

“I lied.”

“Oh my god and you think you know people.”

You remained silent, though smiling softly as a humorless laugh echoed from the doorway. Taehyung stood there, dressed simply in a white teeshirt and gray jogging pants. His dog, Yeontan under his arm. Your heart clenched once again in front of Taehyung but this time it was not unpleasant. A slight white bandage rested on the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lip had turned slightly purple but other than that, he looked perfectly fine.

"We were talking about-"

"Can you take Tan out? I'd like to talk to y/n." Jimin hesitated but complied without looking at you, leaving you once again puzzled. Jimin had always been more compliant than you, but never this compliant. Between him and your mother, you could not help but be confused. You only came back to reality when the door slammed leaving you alone with Taehyung.

"What did you tell them?" You asked in a breath. He answered with a sigh as he sat down on "your bed" in front of you with a slight smirk on his face. He seemed delighted.

"I did what I had to do to get you out of there. That's what you asked me, right?" You didn't answer, you knew and he knew the answer. "Come on. Come on, y/n." He patted the spot to his right on the bed and you hesitantly joined him. As soon as you sat down, he turned to you with a big boxy smile. "I ordered Italian. I know you like it but if you want to eat something else, just tell me." You remained silent ignoring the smile that was slowly disappearing from Taehyung's face. "Why do you always have to make everything harder than it is." He stood up abruptly to stand in front of you making you jump. "Since when do you feel sorry for people?"

"Jeongguk is my friend."

"Not anymore."

"Of course he still is."

Suddenly Taehyung seemed to change his expression, his face clouded over and his eyes shining with a paradoxically dark glow.

He moved closer to you so that he could push you against the bed as he stood over you, his palms on either side of your frightened face. He tilted his head slightly to the side like a curious little puppy before smiling again.

"I love you. Only I love you." You said nothing. The mask of the scornful duchess lying probably at your feet, you looked at your new husband-to-be with apprehension.

Taehyung lowered his head to come and stroke his nose against yours, closing his eyes with satisfaction as you did the same, your breathing suddenly quickening. "I love you." He repeated before crushing his lips against yours, the pain coming from the cut on his lips not rivaling the urge he had to touch you. He knew you loved him too, otherwise why would you be here? You loved him contrary to what Sa ra could say, anyway he left you no choice. His lips slid against yours more gently as one of his hands went under your shirt to touch the delicate skin of your stomach going up to your chest, making you tremble slightly under the contact. Slowly, his lips met your earlobe, then your jaw, then your neck. He took hold of one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and letting a satisfying huff escape from his mouth and lodge itself in your neck.

"I know Jeongguk wasn't fucking you." You shuddered slightly.

Finding your tongue again, you opened your eyes to look at Taehyung sternly, he in turn raised his head with amusement, a loving look on his face.

"Of course he did."

"How come he never got you pregnant then?" Without waiting for an answer, Taehyung lifted your top and pulled it off, you didn't stop him from doing so, pondering the question as he watched your bare chest beneath him hungrily.

"I don't know. He didn't want kids."

"But you did."

"I don't know."

"I do."

"Okay? Nice, I guess? Good for you." He stroked your delicate nipple with the tip of his thumb as he looked up at you with a look of challenge in his eyes.

"Jeongguk wasn't a good husband. He didn't treat you like he should." You nodded in agreement, which seemed to delight him, too distracted by his index finger that had joined over your nipple and pinched it lightly, drawing muffled moans from you. "I wouldn't be ashamed to get you pregnant. I'd fuck you in front of him if you asked me to." You moaned louder as Taehyung's lips closed over your other nipple, your lower belly filling with a heat of desire as he sucked like a hungry man on the fragile little button. Moaning slightly, Taehyung closed his eyes savoring your body like a fine wine, almost driven mad by your existence and smell.

Suddenly the door opened, you tried to hide your nakedness from the newcomer but your assailant didn't let you, blocking your hands, he simply raised his eyes to observe the newcomer, sliding his tongue one last time over your nipple before raising his head to Hoseok. Red with shame, you hid yourself in Taehyung's burning neck, making him quiver with delight and blush slightly in turn. Hoseok, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered or embarrassed by the sight.

"Kim Namjoon on the phone, sir." With that, he smiled, closed the door and left as quick as he had come.

"Damn it, Tae, I don't want your entire staff to see me naked."

He smiled at the nickname he liked so much. "Don't be shy. They'll eventually see us fucking in the kitchen or wherever. We don't care. We do what we want. Hoseok should only be considering himself blessed by the sight of your boobs." The remark drew a smile from you as Taehyung released you from his hold, crossing your arms over your chest, you sat back to watch him get up.

"Duty calls. You should rest, Jimin is in the next room."

You nodded and he bowed his head slightly in greeting before leaving.

For many minutes you sat in the same place, a thousand questions torturing your mind. Once again, you would not sleep that night, wondering if you made the right choice or if you just got yourself into something else, something where you were not the master of the game you were playing and therefore could lost.

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taetaespeaks · 1 year

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The Wife / THV part.3

genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists

rate : +18 only minors do not interact

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It must have been around two hours since you and Taehyung had started your walk around Bangtan Lake, more precisely, the lake in front of your old high school, the place where you always gathered, you, Taehyung, Jimin, Sa ra and Jeongguk to cause trouble to anyone who dared to cross your fiery teenage eyes. You had to admit that you didn't see the time pass, how could you ? As you were walking to the right of the handsome young man with neatly combed brown hair, eyes dark as night but still shining with a chocolate glow that was Kim Taehyung. You found yourself observing him, his lips perfectly drawn, his moles, every single one of them, as if to learn them by heart, only to realize that you had never forgotten them.

"...and do you remember how we became friends?"

Friends? If you and Taehyung had been just friends it would be a fact known by everyone by now. Anyone with a little common sense would notice the somewhat questionable relationship between the two of you, however, your goal was not to simply create a TV drama romance where the sad wife ends up with the so kind and brave best-friend of her mean husband but rather to give you the life you deserved, even if it meant using the boy with a boxy smile that had an old crush on you. You were tired of being restricted to the cold, unwelcoming wall of the Jeon's house. You dreamed of something else. Of passion. Plus, it wasn't like Jeongguk loved you. Realizing that the time was getting rather longer that it should have during your silence, you began to fake thinking about his question, even though you knew the answer pretty well.

"Well, it's complicated. It's a whole series of meetings. First, there was Jimin-" Your eyes sparkled at the mention of the name of your beloved best friend since childhood. Taehyung's heart sank. He looked away from your sweet face, hoping to calm his jealousy as he watched the cherry blossoms, the blue sky reflecting on the lake, and the daffodils moving elegantly in the wind, but nothing could calm the coldness and anger growing in his heart. Deep down he knew that if he could take you away from Jeongguk, you could never forgive him for separating you from Jimin, he was no fool. The pain of being away from him now when he was perfectly healthy just in another country seemed to be already too much for you, so loosing him ? Nah. "We were very young when we met, in elementary school maybe, you should have seen how small Jimin was! Smaller than me." The role of high duchess scorned now abandoned, you let yourself share your memories with your old companion with a fervor that was rare to you. Very rare. "He came from a rich family too, obviously, mother wouldn't have allowed me to hangout with him if he didn't! He came up to me one day in the playground and since then we were inseparable. For a long time, mother thought about marrying me to Jimin. We didn't have any feelings for each other, of course, but we could have put up with it, found an arrangement, not to live together or whatever... In middle school, we met Sa ra. Not at all the kind of people I'm interested in. Always hanging out in front of the tobacconists like a lost soul. Miserable. Plus, her father's business went bankrupt and her mother was a housewife, but Jimin took a liking to her, somehow. He thought she was funny. So the three of us started hanging out. You and Jeongguk came along later, in high school. You were best friends, weren't you?" Taehyung nodded silently. "Rich and handsome. You were immediately adopted. If Jeongguk was quiet, he was far more cruel and violent than me and Jimin had ever been. Sa ra loved him for that! As for you, you were different."

"How so?"

"Softer, strangely enough. Sometimes I wondered what you were even doing around us." Taehyung smiled grimly but didn't explain the reason for his sudden amusement.

"It's true."

"If it wasn't for my attraction for you, you would never have stayed in the group."

"If you say so."

Taehyung knew very well that in this pack of violent teenagers, you had always been the leader, everyone knew that. If you wanted to get him out of the way, you would have, but he wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't. Just like when he had broken the arms and nose of that little Yoongi jerk who wanted to ask you out for prom. You just didn't know about it even though you thought you knew everything.

"Would it make you so happy to see Jimin again?"

"Of course!" The answer came without delay. "Why?"

"I could arrange that." You smiled, slightly.

"How many things can you arrange for me, Kim Taehyung?"

"As many as you ask me."

"And if I asked you to make love to me in your car right now, would you ?”

•••

Slowly, Taehyung lifted your short dress over your hips to your waist, while, with your chest pressed against the back seats of his porsche you waited for the fateful moment of his touch against your skin. Teahyung was taking his time, watching the curves of your ass standing up to him, his pants suddenly becoming horribly tight.

His long, elegant fingers penetrated you with ease, unholy noises escaping from your soaked cunt, waiting for him, already ready to welcome more of his body. He curled his fingers to reach that spot you loved so much making you moan under him. He repeated his action faster, so fast that the ball of pleasure in your stomach began to be felt so early that it came to surprise you. The wetness already dripping down your inner thighs spoke volumes about your excitement.

"You haven't changed. You still love it so much." Taehyung bit his bottom lip, moaning at the sight of your cunt so docile under his touch.

"Tae, fuck me and stop your bullshit."

He obeyed, he always obeyed.

His pants soon on the floor, joining your light black lace thong, Taehyung played with the tip of his cock at the entrance of your pussy closing and opening on air, begging for attention.

"Tae...please."

He slid into you suddenly, wringing a cry of satisfaction from you that made him cry out in pleasure himself. Unable to control himself, he began his unforgivable thrusts, moving in and out of your soaked cunt to the point that the telltale sounds of your flesh slapping against each other became the only thing you could hear. Your wetness running down your legs, now staining his, your cheek pressed against the aching brass of the seats as Taehyung watched in delight your body lunching forwards at any thrust of his as his huge member was penetrating you mercilessly, soaking itself with all your precious juice. You were driving him truly insane.

•••

The sight of the gate of the huge mansion you were struggling to call home brought you back to harsh reality. Taehyung still hadn't saved you from the life you were leading. Your face changed, coming back to coldness and pure evilness.

"Don't sulk. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, whatever." You answered coldly, disappointed at the sight of the so depressing facts. "Here, you can keep this." Without looking at him, you dropped your thong, still wet with your fluids in his lap, causing him to smile unhealthily at you. Slamming the car door, you staggered back to the villa where you would surely be alone since Jeongguk was probably still in the office fucking one of his whore.

Taehyung smiled, watching you, bringing your underwear to his nose and smelling you. You were everything he had ever wanted, his greatest dream. How could you believe that he had not yet done anything to provide for you? It was only a matter of time before you were his.

•••

The water in your bath was already getting uncomfortably cold when your phone rang. Sigh. You didn't like being alone, you didn't like being with people. What did you like? Wiping your right hand on the nearest towel, you grabbed your phone from the small table where you put your perfumes and brought it to your ear.

"Jeon y/n."

"Gngngn, Jeon y/n, whatever." A slight smile stretched your lips at the sound of your best friend's voice.

"ChimChim, I'm honored to see that you haven't forgotten about me." You say, eyeing your painted nails with disdain.

"Don't start. Work is unforgiving, but you wouldn’t understand. How could you ? I mean, what, you’re probably in your hot tub, you know the one paid by Daddy Jeoncock, as we speak ?” You swallowed a chuckle.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"What do you mean what do I want? Why didn't you tell me?” Your confused silence seemed to annoy him. "Your dear handsome daddy in law owes the company Kim millions! Millions, you hateful bitch!”

You stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, sitting up in the bath suddenly, almost dropping your phone into the water where the foam had already disappeared.

"What are you talking about, Jimin?"

"I'm sending you the article."

A soft bip announced the receipt of the message and as you plunged into reading the article you almost felt your organs clench inside your body. This was not possible! Impossible!

«…Gi Jeon, the famous Korean businessman is facing prison for swindling and abusing employees as well as defaming Kim's company leader Kim Taehyung, and sexually harassing some of the women working under Kim's company. Several million dollars are at stake...»

Slowly, a smile came to rise on your lips. Taehyung. Then a hysterical laugh, louder by the second.

"Fuck, I leave for a few years and my best friend goes completely insane! I should come back within the month to support you, I mean, do you even you realize ? Mama, Jeongguk is in trouble."

"Oh yeah, right ? I know he is."

sorry for the late uptade, college work and everything yk :/ waiting for your returns tho <3

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taetaespeaks · 1 year

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The Wife / THV part.5

genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists

rate : +18 only minors do not interact

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You had been watching the soapy water run over the tender flesh of your left shin for almost an hour. The water was cold but you didn't seem to feel it. Everything was cold in this huge house.

The freedom you had dreamed of away from your former husband seemed bitter. Since your arrival, you had hardly seen the sunlight.

Taehyung was always working, your mother never answered the phone, Jimin was always busy, you had no choice but to make conversation with that poor boy Hoseok, your bodyguard. Why would you need a bodyguard? And more importantly, did he really need to watch you take a bath?

"Tell me, Hoseok." Slowly, you turned onto your side, revealing more nudity than necessary to observe the young man, leaning your arms against the icy marble walls of the bathtub and resting your chin on them, tilting your head slightly with perfectly masked false curiosity, but the young man's watchful eyes were not fooled by your fake looks. "Is it really necessary for you to watch me shave my legs or just a little kink you have?"

Hoseok laughed, his usual loud laugh that made you wrinkle your nose slightly, the noise, you were not used to it.

"I am obeying Mr. Kim's orders, ma'am."

Resuming your original position, you let yourself sink a little more into the almost icy water as you watched the black, cold ceiling inaccelebrate with a loud sigh, the lapping of the water making no effort to hide your annoyance.

"How is Jeongguk?"

A silence. Too long. Hoseok never answered you, instead he suddenly stood up.

"Sir."

Taehyung was all dressed up in a new and even more expensive suit, his hair perfectly combed back, his eyes scanning your naked body in the water but you didn't stared at him any longer than necessary.

You were miserable, in that big, cold house where Taehyung kept you as a trophy. Wasn't this what you had always wanted? To depend on a rich man and spend your days with nothing to do but look at yourself in a high wall mirror? What had you really wanted?

"You'll catch a cold."

"I hope so, maybe this way I can get out of this place."

Taehyung laughed, ignoring your defeatist tone and with a nod, ordered Hoseok to leave not even bothering to look at him.

"Don't be grumpy. You don't have to go out, you have everything you want here."

"I want to go out."

Taehyung's jaw tensed slightly before another cute smile lit up his childish face, childish, particularly when he wore that expression.

"No, you don't."

You did not contradict him, what would have been the point?

"I have a meeting tonight, again, make yourself at home." He joked, kissing your cold forehead and as if in a breath, he was gone again but this time you wasted no time.

Dressed only in a towel, and delighted to see that for once Hoseok wasn't waiting for you at the door, you ran to the second office, closing the door and pulling the white towel tighter around your trembling body, you tributary to the nearest landline phone. Jeongguk's number seemed so natural to type on the overly expensive object, cold, like everything here.

"Jeongguk?" You exclaimed, a slight smile appearing on your face so suddenly angelic but on the other end of the line only silence reigned.

"Gukkie, it's me, y/n. Are you okay? Can you help me?"

Nothing.

"Fuck, Jeongguk!"

Nothing.

A cry of frustration escaped you as in a fit of rage you threw the phone on the black tile and watched it furiously explode into a few small pieces.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Your frozen hands grabbed the pile of leaves waiting to be sorted on the right corner of the oak cabinet before you sent them flying across the room.

As you watched them fall, your actions suddenly seemed so pointless, for the first time, you were not in control. Had you ever had it?

"Stop."

Jimin stood in the doorway, surprisingly unsurprised and even less alarmed by your distressed state.

With great hurried steps, he walked over to you and to your astonishment abruptly hugged you, ignoring your wet body staining his clothes with water droplets.

"Stop. He can't know." He whispered in the hollow of your ear.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" Pushing him away abruptly, you pulled away from your best friend giving him a look close to madness. "What the fuck are you all talking about? What's your fucking problem?"

Jimin shook his head from left to right, looking sorry.

"y/n, stop it. We're fucked."

"Is there a problem?" Hoseok appeared in turn, his usual warm smile and relaxed air contrasting with the tense and absurd scene before him.

"No-" Jimin began, with an air of urgency.

"Oh, yes, there's a problem. I want to see my mother, I want to see my ex-husband, and I want to get out of this shitty place! So, fuck your boss, Hoseok, you're going to do your job and obey me and give me what I want!" You were now standing in front of him and although he was taller, it had never been something that scared you. "Now, asshole."

Something changed in the guard's gaze and before you could repeat your request, a burning pain caught you on the cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin take a step forward and then change his mind just as suddenly. Hoseok had just hit you. Hoseok had just hit you.

Slowly you looked up at the young man. He was still smiling, like an idiot. It didn't take long for rage to take control of your body, and if it weren't for Jimin's reflexes, who, knowing you, leapt to grab your wrist before your palm hit Hoseok's cheek in return.

"Let go of me, Jimin. LET GO OF ME!" He did not obey. No one was obeying you.

Hoseok smiled even more, then leaning toward you, he whispered.

"Madam should learn to control her emotions." Your eyes locked with his, your pupils wide as if watching a demon from the underworld. Jimin let go of your wrist, which fell limply down your body. "I'll walk you back to your room now, love.”

As he started to turn around, your suddenly hot hand tightened around his bicep, stopping him in his tracks. The dark-haired man slowly turned back to you, raising his eyebrows curiously as a demented grin grew on your face under Jimin's terrified gaze as he instinctively stepped back.

"No men. No man. Has ever laid a hand on me. I will kill you for this."

Hoseok's gaze darkened but he didn't answer, dropping his arm, you left the two men behind, heading for "your room."

"You." Jimin looked up slightly. "I want to see Sa ra. Now." He nodded hesitantly.

You would ruin them all if you had to, but you would win. Always.

•••

"She tried to call him."

"I see."

Taehyung calmly looked at the ring he planned to put around your finger incessantly soon, with attention, back turned to Hoseok, whose attention seemed to be elsewhere.

"Stop looking at him." Hoseok immediately raised his gaze at the command, gaze who used to stare at an unrecognizable and torture-changed Jeongguk, who, breathing hard, was trying to get up from the bloody floor, his own blood on his scratched palms causing him to slip and fall back onto the floor of the Kim Association's boss's office.

"I see." Taehyung repeated, smiling strangely, almost creepily, closing his palm on the ring, he swiveled his seat to observe Hoseok.

"She probably threatened to kill you, am I wrong?"

"No, sir." Hoseok smiled, amused. "She did."

It was Taehyung's turn to laugh, a laugh devoid of humor. "Then she will." Hoseok's smile turned into a grimace and then disappeared. "Oh yes, my love, she is like that, she will."

On the other side of the door, Sa ra swallowed her saliva with difficulty. Terrified and stunned by the sight of the now motionless body of her former high school friend that she could see through the keyhole.

"Holy shit, y/n, what did you do?"

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urluvl · 2 years

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•Burnt Wings•

•Yandere!Devil!Taehyung x GN!Angel!Reader

•Ive had so many little ideas that i don’t know if i should turn into full oneshots, so here is this little drabble

•Tw? violence… sorta graphic? forced kiss, the readers god didn’t come to assist them, religious trauma… maybe?

•i wouldn’t recommend reading if religion or god is a touchy subject for you

“Don’t you want to stay with me,” His long pointer finger raised your chin up to him before you jerked away. Every touch he gave to you burned more than the last; it slowly tainted your pureness. “forever?” A small blister already began to form under the skin. Your wide innocence eye stared up at his fiery features.

You shuttered as he stood lurking over your frame. He made you feel small and helpless— a damsel angel in distress as some would say. “Oh, but it would be a sin.” An angel should never even talk to a devil, let alone have romantic relations with one; you would never be allowed in heaven again. Your white, gold incrusted, wings stretched over you in protection.

“Wouldn’t it…” With one swift motion forward, Taehyung pulled each side of your face. Two large red handprints being behind left in the process. You screeched at the sudden pulse of pain.

Both of your lips connected in a wonderfully, horrific way. Tears flew out from your once holy eyes, now red with popping veins. You trying to scream or pull away, but his had traveled down your torso to your hips— burning red welts had formed as a trail of scares.

Your wings lit into large, blue and yellow flames, each feather was ripped from your back. After the final part of your wings fell Taehyung let you go.

You dropped to the floor. Words couldn’t describe the immense agony you felt in each bone was your weak, frail body. Your limbs were limp and shaking— body hot and throbbing. You whispered prayers to the thing you called god, yet no one answered... no one came; you were only left with swollen, soon to go purple and blue, bruised lips, red eyes, and two deep gashes running all the way up your back: permanent scares.

Teahyung squatted down next to you. His hand rubbing shapes on your back. You wept. His touch didn’t burn, it didn’t hurt at all. You were no longer holy. Your wings were now nothing, and your halo had long since floated away. People would call you human now, but you were far, far less. You had failed your god, or maybe they had failed you.

He pecked your still beautiful face, although it didn’t seem to glow or glisten the same, and picked you up carefully as if one wrong move would cause you to be plucked away like your once pure wings. “Your god wouldn’t come to save you, no one could come to save you, my love”

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minshookie · 3 years

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can you do something with tae and a praise kink/size kink? ilyilyilyily

ily2 ily2 ily2 ily2 ily2 ily2 ❤️

!warnings! || smut, oral, size kink, dom!tae

The night was full of experimentation, he’d maneuvered your body into countless positions. Praised you for your compliance, and moaned euphorically for you during his needed releases. Release after release though, Taehyung just wasn’t satisfied he needed something more...something he was too timid to ask for.

He could see it in your eyes you wouldn’t last much longer, you rode him lazily even with his assistance you were struggling to keep a pace you were tired. “Y/n, stop c’mon lay down.” He rolled your sweaty figure off his member, “Tae Tae, you’re still hard as a rock.” You joked his member stood right at attention, “this is like round five, what’s gotten into you?” You grumble head laying on the plush pillow. Ignoring your question he skimmed his fingers along your neck, wrapping his large hand around you. Keeping a dreamy gaze on you. “You want to try something else don’t you?” You struggled to question with the pressure he was applying.

He kept gaze on your lips, you smirked feeling quite powerful never have you had such an effect on him in bed. “Ask for it...kitten.” You teased, knowing your fate. He chuckled tightening his grip. “You do all the begging here remember?...kitten.” Continuing his boyish chuckle, he guided you by your neck to where he wanted you. “Let your head fall over the edge, you’ve got to trust me.” And that you did, letting your head fall over the edge he examined your tender blemished neck. “Gonna fuck you right here, breathe through your nose.”

He rubbed the blush colored tip of his cock along your lips and you granted him access. He pushed into your warm throat the sight of your neck bulging with his member, it was enough to make his cock twitch. He’d pulled back and thrusted in watching you expand, placing his palm there too feel the growth. “So fucking sexy.” He grunted leaning onto the bed. You whine as he thrusts into your mouth, constricting your airway in such an attractive way.

This seemed to be all he needed, glaring at your bulging throat, your pathetic whimpers and pleads the trails of thick slobber. He felt all too powerful, he was already sensitive from the many rounds before. His head fell back, he savored the pleasure squeezing his eyes tight as he once again griped your throat.

“Ahh fuck, you’re too amazing too me!” He rambled cuming deep into your throat, it sent goosebumps up his body as he felt you struggle to swallow. “You good?” He heaved cleaning your trembling mouth, tears cascaded your worn face. “I’m great.” You horse out, “good, you look great baby...so ruined so beautiful.”

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minshookie · 3 years

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LATE NIGHT HOOKUP

| JIN |

College AU, upperclassman!jin x underclassman!reader, fuckboy!jin, Smut!!, descriptive smut. 18+ minors pls DNI, “cheating”, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting, dubcon, forced orgasm. [[unedited]]

[Jin • Yoongi • Hoseok • Joon • Jimin • Taehyung • Jungkook ]

Peaceful was an understatement, almost alone in the campus library late in the hours of the night. You head rests against the wooden table as you closely read the Intriguing tale.

“Is the bookworm ready to go home?” His large hand rested on your shoulder giving you a startle. “Oh Jin!” You closed your novel placing it in your tote before rising from your seat.

He captured you in a protective hug, warmly pecking your neck causing you to blush at his subtle PDA.

“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry to bother you but I really needed to study.” He released looking into your gaze, “you could never bother me, a novel for studying...what are you reading now?”

You reached into your bag, pulling the timeless tale, “Ah the Catcher In The Rye, you understand this Doll?” Jin was a bit older than you, he acted superior treated you inferior but you know he means well. “Yeah, Jinnie, I’ve read it before.”

Tucking the book away in your tote, Jin seizes the opportunity to grasp your free hand, “hungry?” He began to lead you out of the silent reading space, in all honesty you were tired. “Depends on what you’re offering.�� You squeezed his hand flirtatiously.

He held open the door leading you to his usual parking spot. “I was cooking when you texted, it should still be warm if you’d like to come over.” He opened the car door granting you access. His car smelt familiar, strongly of his cologne.

Settling in your seat he buckled you in, “oh?...to your place?” The dorms weren’t too welcoming of guest, and since it was your first year, you had to live on campus. So whenever you and Jin found solitude it was either in his car, or at a hotel where he’d pull some strings.

And where there was solitude, there was intimacy and though you were tired...you could go for a little fun.

So it’s not that you didn’t want to go to Jin’s supposedly large apartment, it’s just that you’ve never been Is all. The new territory made you nervous.

“Yeah, if you’d like.” He pulled from the lonely parking lot, “you cold cutie?” His eyes never let the road as he closed your vent, you tossed the idea of the late night dinner date in your head.

“I’m gonna need to know your answer before I get out of here.” He looked over to you briefly. Sighing you answered “Yeah Jin, I’ll go I am pretty hungry.” He smiled reaching to grip your knee. “That’s my girl, you’ll love it.” He gave you a squeeze.

You reclined your seat, the smooth ride almost lulling to sleep. “So...boyfriend? Girlfriend?” He awkwardly asked tapping his fingers on the wheel waiting at the light. “Hm no...you?”

He laughed rubbing his bottom lip. Jin in total has at least four ‘relationships’ including you, he was the campus player but he was wise enough to charm all of his rendezvous into silence and compliance.

“Mm a few, but you’re the best.....I mean that y/n.” He leaned over the counter pecking your warm cheek, “I really do baby.”

The car ride was short, full of sensual touches at red lights, dirty talk and flirtatious comments that made your stomach flutter. His hand momentarily rested between your legs, teasing your under your skirt. Only a preview of what was to come.

Pulling into the parking area, he looked over at your figure, “I have a secret.” You pulled your tote over your shoulder, “yeah Jinnie?” You yawned. “I didn’t cook...but I do want you to see my apartment.” He smiled warmly pulling his key and leaving it in his pocket.

You had no clue where you were, Jin was your only ride so of course you had no choice but to comply. “Well...you didn’t have to lie.” You yawned stepping from the low car, “mm I got nervous, not too appealing if I say ‘I don’t wanna pay for Hilton, let’s fuck at my place.’ ”

He followed behind locking the doors, catching up he pushed his palm along the small of your back. “Ah so that’s why I’m here.” He snickers, nudging your hair with his nose as he walked beside you. “Don’t act oblivious...it’s not your thing.” Oh how romantic he could be.

He walked you proudly through the glittering building, giving a rushed tour that you didn’t care much for. He pulled you into the spacious elevator, the way he cradled you against frame you knew what was next. He gripped your chin pulling you to one of his signature rough lip locks.

Not even making it to his apartment you lips became bruised and slightly swollen, lost in the moment your eyes remained closed as he pulled back. “To my apartment first, alright?” He chuckled in your flustered face. Nodding you let him grip you hand as he pulled you through the hall.

Unlocking his door he pulled you inside, stripping you of your tote hanging it on the wall rack. “Alright here it is, like it? Love it?” He locked the door, awkwardly you stood horny with one thing on your mind. “Dumby, go sit on the couch.” His every order you followed plopping down on the firm couch.

“Those videos you sent me...you show those to other men?” He questioned unbuttoning his tailored shirt, cockily coming close to you. “Be honest.” He let the expensive material fall to the polished floor.

“No...did you?” You were now anxious, your mind was clouded when you sent those drunken videos to Jin. “Never would I share something so beautiful.” He avoided eye contact falling to his knees.

He found himself at your knees, in nothing but socks and dress pants. His large hands caress you chilly knees, granting himself access to what he’d been waiting for.

“Remind me what happened in those videos.” Your breath got lost in your throat, he hid himself under your skirt lapping at you through your fabric panties. “Go on don’t get stage fright.”

You closed your eyes in attempts to recollect the night. “I was out with my f-friends I got really drunk Jinnie!” He’d slipped the thin fabric to the side focusing the tip of his tongue on your hardening nerve. “I-I missed you, I called you and you didn’t pick up.”

He hummed against your moistening core. “Hm you needed me?”

“I needed you, and I wanted to show you- you how much I did.”

You sounded pathetic in those graphic videos, the sound of your pussy, the whimpers and moans you let free. You just didn’t know when to stop you kept pushing orgasm after orgasm, in your drunken state the euphoria felt so good. Too good.

“You showed me alright, you came almost 8 times pet.” He spoke against you licking like a starved dog, you whimpered rubbing his head there wasn’t much to grab as his head was shielded by your skirt.

“I came, a-a-and came-” he inserted his middle finger “until you squirted all over that little phone of yours.” Oh it felt amazing, you’d do almost anything to feel a release like that again.

“Fuck, that video made me so hard, I saw it right when I woke up...made me cum 3 times kitten.” He growled fingering you with skill. “Your voice calling out to me as you spazzed, shaking like a leaf...your eyes rolled, you were crying babe, felt too good?” The combination Jin was gifting to you proved too pleasurable, you were lost in his motions.

He’d stoped talking, opening his jaw giving long licks along your opening. Sucking you with every motion. His thumb applying pressure to your clit rubbing you from side to side.

“Yes it felt amazing.” You gasped revealing him from under the skirt, burring your hands in his locks. Collecting saliva he made a mess of your dribbling cunt. “Cum for me, scream for me again.”

His demands were final, he devoured you slopping over your core his tongue laid out wide.

Mixing his hot saliva with your natural slick, he groaned deeply slurping at your middle the sounds he made only made you closer.

Collecting the mess he’d made with his finger, he fucked you with his curling middle and index. “Fuck Jin-fu-ahh!”

Using his free hand he held the fabric of your panties to the side. His head still bobbed as he ravished your cunt like it was his last meal before death. You fingers pulled his dark hair painfully, a moaning mess your stop muscles tightened and released telling you of your creeping orgasm.

Jin always put passion into gaining your orgasm, he grunted with his lustful actions. Focusing his slick plump lips on your clit sucking and lapping at the sensitive area.

The tightening in your stomach caused you Yelp out in pleasure, gushing into his awaiting mouth. “Fuck, you’re gonna give me a headache all that mmm tugging.” He complained cleaning you with his tongue.

He held your shivering wrist, coaxing you to let go of him. “You’ve made a mess of my couch.” He sat back giving you a view of his glistening chin, red cheeks, arousal covered nose.

No shame, he pulled your ruined panties down your legs, removing your shoes undoing your skirt and completely stripping your bottom half. Focusing on your breathing you closed your eyes getting comfortable, your pussy quivering involuntarily.

“But I don’t mind...I’d rather you made more of a mess like your little videos perhaps?”

You sigh feeling his fingers glide over your core.

“Give me your hand Bunny.”

Obliging, your head clouded even more tired than before. He gripped your wrist making you rub yourself, “do it again, make a big mess for me.” He let you go, spreading your legs you toyed with you sore clit delving lower collecting the mess he’d left. To assist the process.

The lazy ovals gave faint pleasure you let your head fall back.

Jin was impatient and you knew it, so you played the lazy game...he caught on. Unbuckling his pants he let them droop

He pulled free his rock hard member, throwing your hand from your area. “You better fucking- fuck.” He plunged himself deeply, his girth familiar yet so foreign. You freed a whimper in response your lower stomach already clinching as he fucked into you.

He pulled you, letting your legs rest on his forearms, your back on the seat of the couch. “Moan for me, tell me how I’m treating your tight little cunt.” He grunts through his teeth, “good so good please!”

He chuckled darkly, “who are you gonna to cum for? Who made you so horny bitch?”

He watched your face contort, pushing his large palm over your lower tummy. “Oh-oh! You Jinnie please not too hard I’ll- mm!” “You’ll what?” He fucked you with no mercy.

“Keep your legs up and open...slut.” “Uh-huh ok.” The results of the last orgasm already found you vulnerable. You had to go, bad.

He railed you, rubbing your clit and applying pressure to your lower abdomen.

You whined and begged, feeling your release closer than you’d like. “Jin, fuck Jinnie wait-” “I said up and fucking open!” He held his head down in search for his high. You could see his muscles tense.

Your eyes rolled shut, no way could you stop the release, he thrusted deeply hitting every spot you needed, the flicking of his thumb along your clit drew it near you back arched from the cushions. “Do it! Let go!”

You screamed, gushing against his lower half, in quick streams of pleasure, whimpering as the flow finished and you clenched around him. Crying out as he continues to fuck into you, only to make you release more liquid arousal mixed with others.

He pulled from you, using what you’d produced to finish on your cardigan. Your eyes half lidded as you struggled to gain stable breathing. “ugh, my cardigan-” “I’ll buy you six cardigans.” He mumbled wiping his member clean on the plush fabric.

His cold demeanor ruined the mood. Why must he act this way after every loving session.

You stretched, giving a comically loud yawn, “my underwear please.” You reached out grabbing for them. “You soaked them.” He disappeared down the hall, “the skirt too!” He informed as you sat up your head pounding slightly.

“Lucky for you...” he came back with a pair of sweats and a pair of panties that definitely weren’t yours.

“I’ll pass, the sweats please.” He tossed them, you pulled them on your knees wobble weakly you swim in the fabric of the sweatpants, they were his. “Your loss, they’re clean I promise!”

You struggle to bend and collect your damp clothes, “c-can I spend the night?”

He sighed dressing himself in a change of clothes. “I’m afraid not...I have a Uhm meeting tomorrow morning.”

It didn’t upset you in a jealous way, it upset you in a betrayal way, it upset you that he’d use you and kick you out.

“With who?” “Do you want me to take you home or are you calling a ride...I’ll pay.”

The headache depended as you leaned against the wall.

“Whatever, just-let’s go.”

What kind of hold did Kim Seokjin have over you, to treat you so shitty and still have you wrapped around his finger and cock at that.

“Don’t pout.” He thumbed your lower lip.

Pulling your chin he pecked your lips, “I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow hm?”

“And after we can come back here....that make you feel better my best girl?”

He chuckled pulling you out of his apartment by the hand.

“No matter what you think, you’re perfect, I just love the way you make me feel I could love you.”

He loves you, that’s the hold he has on you, and he’ll do anything to make you believe It.

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