#soft yandere bts x reader

[pennyellee]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 (ily) masterlist

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem receiving), forced oral (m receiving) spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, creampie, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language, oppressiveness

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.

author's note: so as I said in the preview, this did not go as planned but I really enjoyed writing this to the point that I might do a part 2, perhaps 3, but we'll see about that. JK is delulu af here and the reader does not think through everything. For those who did not read preview and came upon this just now - originally what i wanted to build around was how Rachel Green from Friends was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris and Ross did not want her to go - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went a bit darker than i intended so instead of rom-com, i'd rather listed it as dark romance and yandere. Hope you'll enjoy it! Love, always.

1996

“He said what now?!” The sentence burst out of you with a high-pitched tone, nearly causing your latte to spill all over your pristine white blouse and grey blazer. Not exactly the ideal way to kick off a new month, you mused as your friend dropped the bombshell about a certain someone.

“That you’re the future mother of his children,” said your friend, an amused smirk playing on her face. “I seriously don’t know how you can still resist him, girl.” But resist him, you did.

Jeon Jungkook was undoubtedly one of the most sought-after and sexiest heartthrobs of the decade, possessed the best face card in the industry and carried the biggest ego in all of New York City. You could vividly recall the day he strolled inside of your office with the head of your department. A cocky, playful grin plastered on his face the moment his eyes landed on you.

Right from the very beginning, you made it crystal clear to Jungkook that your relationship would be strictly professional during your collaboration on the Calvin Klein project. He was given his own collection of men’s wear, and the job to work with him fell upon you.

You knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you to elevate your standing within the fashion circle. Jeon Jungkook’s fame was immense, and your name would be signed on the collection too. It’s not like you are head over heels that your name would be associated specifically with Jeon Jungkook, but you understood right away that this could put you on the radar. Your boss had even hinted at the possibility of a higher position within the department.

He constantly teased you, flirted shamelessly, and crossed boundaries by touching you as if you were his girlfriend. It was wildly inappropriate, especially given that the two of you had never even gone out for a work dinner or lunch alone. There were always other people from the team, and yet he always managed to find a way to sit right next to you. But it seems Jungkook was still living in an illusion where you were his girlfriend.

Your gaze shifted to the majestic Twin Towers, standing proudly in the distance, as you let out an annoyed puff of air.

“He’s ridiculous,” you finally declared.

“Or cute,” countered your friend, opposing your viewpoint. She found this pseudo-relationship with Jungkook amusing, but a small part of her secretly wished you’d just give in and go out with him. It was quite some time since you were in a relationship, and Jeon Jungkook would definitely be a nice catch. You were not interested. Or you tried to persuade others that you aren’t.

“No, ridiculous,” you retorted again, lips pursed, and brows furrowed.

“Oh, come on, give him a chance finally!!” she exclaimed.

“Absolutely not! He’s egoistic, manipulative, a cocky little bastard with damn good hair,” you said, your tone rising as you reached your final proclamation, which had simply slipped out of your mind that way.

“See? One good thing — good hair. Marry him,” she laughed it off.

“Now you’re being ridiculous, and I’m going to be late for work.” You said while dusting your black skirt, grabbing your purse, and leaving a few bucks for the coffee. The song on the radio stopped your departure for a moment, listening to the familiar voice coming from it, you rolled your eyes.

“That’s a clear sign, Y/N. Give it a chance!” she called after you, and you couldn’t help but throw a side eye her way, though a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips nonetheless.

As the day passed, you found yourself increasingly entangled in the whirlwind of meetings, fittings, and photoshoots with an ever-present Jungkook. The photoshoots, in particular, became a source of both frustration and amusement. However today, a bigger problem surfaced.

“Why’s he half-naked, Lucy?!” You hissed at your assistant. Normally, you are very kind and respectful to everyone, but Jungkook had managed to irk you the moment you stepped into your office, finding him already seated in your chair with that smirk you despised. Bringing a coffee for you, which you never drink, or donuts that you always share with the department - not eating one yourself.

Jungkook, adorned in the latest Calvin Klein designs you two had meticulously crafted together, claimed a personal touch of his persona— at least, that’s how he described it. He looked effortlessly handsome, the camera adoring him, but what grated on your nerves was that his attention was solely focused on teasing you.

“We also have shirts, why is he not wearing one?!” You continued, expressing your disagreement to what was before you. What angered you even more was that you could not stop staring at his abs.

“We shot with shirts earlier. They said the underwear and jeans will appear more artistic if his V line and abs—”

“Alright! Alright!” You stopped her in mid-sentence. You didn’t want to look that way nor you didn’t want to admit that showcasing his V-line would enhance the aesthetics of the jeans. Therefore, you took a deep breath and walked towards the refreshments, you were in need of a second cup of coffee.

You heard the photographer call for a break, but you were focused on calming yourself with a steaming cup of coffee. Despite your irritation, you couldn’t deny that he looked breath-taking in the outfits you had designed, and it infuriated you.

Suddenly, two arms were laid flat on the table’s surface, caging you in between. You could imagine his devilish grin. He did this way too often, whether it was his fingers lightly tracing your arm or tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, looking intently into your eyes until you were fighting yourself to not get lost in his Bambi eyes.

“We’re almost done for today,” he whispered seductively into your right ear, his lips almost touching it. Your breath stammered.

“And yet you did not learn a single thing about professionalism or work ethic.” You bit sarcastically, turning slowly to face him.

Jungkook’s grin only widened at your remark, and you couldn’t decide whether you were infuriated or slightly flustered by his audacity. He leaned in even closer, his breath grazing your ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone.

“Tutor me then, in bedroom — preferably” he suggested, his lips still dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

“I don’t think so. You’re beyond help,” you shot back, trying to assert control over the situation. His proximity was distracting, and you couldn’t afford to let him undermine the fact that you were in charge.

Jungkook continued to hover over you, the photographer calling for everyone to regroup for the next set of shots. You seized the opportunity to escape his magnetic pull, smoothly slipping out from between the table and his arms, deciding to escape to your humble office, seeking solace in the calmness it provided.

It wasn’t long before the shoot officially ended, and you knew damn well, that the man wouldn’t leave you alone. The door creaked open, and you turned to find Jungkook leaning against the frame, that infernal smirk still etched onto his face.

“We did a good job, why don’t we celebrate it over at my place, baby?” he complimented, but there was an undertone of something else in his voice. You overlooked his physique and leaned back in your chair, narrowing your eyes, making a clicking sound with your tongue.

“Jungkook, again, this was a professional collaboration. Nothing more,” you asserted, emphasising each word. If you did not say this sentence at least a hundred times you don’t know. He never takes it seriously; it appears as he is still trying to hammer his way into your guarded heart.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and sauntered closer. “We’ll see about that,” he said, leaving you with a cryptic grin as he exited your office. The only thing you could do is sigh.

Before you went to continue working, you heard how Jungkook’s voice echoed from the hallway.

“I bet I can change your mind, sweetheart!”

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath.

“Not a chance.”

The denim collection with Jungkook was taking shape, and the buzz surrounding the collaboration grew with each passing day. A success, your boss was much more than pleased.

This success, however, meant even more for you. You were on cloud nine, basking in the glory of your hard work and the prospect of a ground-breaking partnership. Totally, forgetting to play unreachable when it came to the clinging boy who starred in this iconic collaboration. And that must have given him a false hope, perhaps a narrative in which you were his girl.

You were sitting in your office when you hung up the telephone after speaking with the vice president of Guess that contacted you earlier last week, offering you a part in a project for their brand, in Los Angeles. A dream come true for you. Leaving this place, after years of building your career from scratch, felt overwhelming. You loved working under Klein, yet it was time for you to take it higher. Your boss did not offer you a new position, and therefore, you did not hesitate to take the job opportunity and elevate yourself in fashion ranks.

It was an offer too tempting to resist, and you found yourself diving headfirst into the project, not even looking at the door when someone stepped in without knocking.

“You may leave the reception reports on the table, Lucy,” you said once feeling a presence in your office, not raising your eyesight from your computer, writing the prompts for the project Guess wants you to lead. Your twelve days’ notice already printed out, ready to be signed by your boss. You planned to stop by his office after you would finish writing the draft and sending it to the Guess team together with the copy of your portfolio that you needed to make before you leave.

When there were no reports left on your table after a good long minute, you looked up.

“You can’t just leave.” he said, standing tall in the frame of the door, stepping inside once you finally gave him your attention. You could sense a hint of desperation and anger in his voice.

You raised your brows at him. How does he know? The mere thought of you leaving for LA, leaving him behind, was enough to make him confess the depth of his feelings.

You leaned to the leather armchair and listened to him closely.

“What are you talking about Jungkook?” His eyes betrayed a mix of anxiety and vulnerability as he blurted out his fears.

“What about us? What about everything we’ve built together?” He stepped closer to your desk, looking directly to your eyes. You were taken aback by the raw emotion in his words. The air in the room thickened.

The once-confident man now stood vulnerable before you, stripped of the bravado that had defined him. And you were utterly confused and surprised how delusional this man is.

“What are you even saying, Jungkook?” you questioned, your tone a mix of confusion and frustration.

“You can’t leave me!” He raised his voice an octave higher.

“Calm your tits. I’m a grown-up woman. I can do what I want.” You sassed back at him, tired of this made up situation-ship in his head. He scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

“We’ve built something special, and I can’t watch it crumble because of some job offer!” He continued his rampage. You took a moment to breathe his words in, closing your eyes and counting to ten to calm yourself.

“Jungkook, I appreciate your honesty, but I can’t give you what you’re asking for.” This caught him by surprise. Instead of screaming at him, you chose to play the I’ll stay calm and professional card.

His eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of confusion and hurt clouding his features. “What do you mean?”

Choosing your words carefully, you said: “I genuinely value this project we worked on together, but it’s time for us to part our ways.” To fool him was your goal.

Jungkook’s shoulders slumped, the weight of your words settling upon him. “Who are you lying to, Y/N?” His words shocked you.

“I’m not lying Jungkook, I’m telling you the truth to your face, as you were too stubborn to hear it before.” You stood up from your chair, moving to lean on the front of your desk, to show him he cannot get to you.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Jungkook looked deep into your eyes, searching for the truth in your words.

“So, it’s all about the career for you? You’re willing to sacrifice everything else, including us?” Your jaw clenched, but you maintained your composed façade and with flaring nostrils and clenched teeth, you spoke.

“There is no us, Jungkook. Get it into your head already!” So much for being calm. The room crackled with tension as the argument reached an impasse. Jungkook shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

“I can’t believe you’re throwing away what we have because of some job.” Your eyes widened even more and the fact he would not listen boiled your blood.

“Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m not your girlfriend! I was never your girlfriend, and I will never be your girlfriend!”

But Jungkook wasn’t ready to accept defeat. His frustration reached a boiling point too, and without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into an intense, angry kiss. It was a clash of emotions, a tumultuous blend of passion and anger that fuelled the fiery exchange.

Your initial instinct was to resist, to push him away, but the intensity of the kiss ignited a different kind of fire within you. His lips moved fiercely against yours, gripping your ass in his hands, making you moan to his lips. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the dishevelled locks as the kiss deepened, your frustration causing to tug them. He growled from pleasure at the sensation.

It was a collision of lips and tongues, a heated exchange that spoke volumes without a single word. Once his hands disappeared under your skirt and the heat intensified, a sudden surge of clarity washed over you, breaking the intoxicating spell.

With a forceful push, you broke away from the kiss, creating a space between you and Jungkook. You locked eyes with him, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain control of the situation.

“I need you to leave,” you stated, your voice cutting through the lingering tension, you leaned against the desk, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment.

Jungkook, still caught in the haze of desire, tried to close the distance again, but you held up a hand, halting his advance.

“Leave!” You growled, turning your back to him. You didn’t want him to see your face anymore, because soon enough, tears would break from your eyes. You’re overwhelmed.

A loud bang of the door signalled that he finally understood and left. Breaking down with tears streaming down your cheeks you gasped for air. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to regain composure.

You’ve counted to ten again, wiping your tears. You felt taken advantage of. He went too far this time. But this was only the beginning of his tremulous and wicked plan he had for you.

You packed your purse, ready to leave your office, you just needed to grab your work portfolio that you needed to send over to Guess. But the space it always inhabited, on the conference table, was empty. And you had one lucky guess who the thief was. “Fucking bastard.”

In the days that followed, the chaos in your personal and professional life escalated. The stolen portfolio, a representation of your work, became a haunting absence. As if the life source of your hard work was cut down.

Determined to salvage what remained of your career, you began the arduous task of recreating it. But time was not on your side, and as you delved into the meticulous process, news of your termination from Calvin Klein reached you like a punch to the gut.

The phone call was impersonal, a cold voice delivering the news of your dismissal as if reading from a script. Some Jack from the HR department spoke to you, someone you have never ever seen in the building whatsoever. Your boss did not even pick up the call when you wanted to ask what made them push the decision to let you go. You certainly did not deserve this after years of working for the brand. The reasons were vague and you knew this had to source from someone powerful. In simple terms, someone snitched that you’re planning to leave.

As the reality of unemployment settled in, you clung to the remnants of optimism that lingered, but even that proved elusive.

You were hundred percent sure that he is trying to sabotage your whole life when the call from Guess, a reason you did not fight for your position at Klein’s delivered another blow.

Their decision not to collaborate with you crushed the remnants of optimism that clung to your spirit. The dream that had seemed within reach now slipped through your fingers, leaving you in a free fall of uncertainty.

They hadn’t even granted you the courtesy of waiting for your portfolio, even though it wouldn’t be what they expected. Whatever oral agreement had been in place disintegrated. So here you are — jobless.

All this left you reeling with disbelief. The career you had meticulously built, the dreams that had taken years to nurture, all unravelling at the seams. The pain was visceral, a mix of frustration, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal.

You were certain that Jeon Jungkook himself was pulling the strings behind the scenes. And you hated him for it, needed to confront him and say that shit with your chest right to his face— he can go fuck himself. Set the record straight once you’re there.

Whatever he was thinking by ruining your career will force you to do, he better fix it before you’ll sing to the media about his bunny smile and kind heart being all fake. The line had been crossed, and he would face the consequences of pushing you to the brink. Or so you thought it would go how your brain delusional thought it through.

Hence, with a heavy heart and a determination to confront the chaos head-on, you stood before the front door of his infamous penthouse. Emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

With a deep breath, you knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. The door swung open, revealing Jungkook’s bunny smile reaching his eyes.

“Well, well well, are we ready to talk like adults, pretty?” He mocked this whole situation because he knew this would end up in his favour, nonetheless.

He moved back to let you in, and you stepped into his apartment, a mixture of anger and desperation in your gaze.

“I know you took it,” you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.

“Took your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise, I did not take anything.” Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.

“Don’t play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boy—” You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.

He sighed, weariness settling over him. “You think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? You’re giving me too much credit, love.” Here he comes.

“I said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.” You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.

“I managed to figure that out. A drink? —” He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.

“I don’t want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,” you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.

“Let’s talk, baby.” He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.

As you moved, you could not help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.

You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.

“I need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,” you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.

“Those are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.” Your incredulous glare only intensified.

“Are you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? You’ve just jeopardised everything I’ve worked for, and you’re calling this a wake up call?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.

“I can get you a better job.”

You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.

“You can’t get a shit, so give it back to me, and I’ll be on my way,” you requested.

Jungkook’s smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.

“No,” he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.

“What do you mean no?!” you shot back, your voice sharp.

“You were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.”

“What the fuck are you on again?” Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.

You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version won’t get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.

“Alright—” You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.

Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.

“—what do you want?” you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.

“What do I want?” he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.

“Spill it out.” You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.

When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.

“Firstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an “us”. Secondly—” he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently, he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. “I won’t apologise for any shit, now secondly?” You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.

His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cock—” you pushed him away from you once you heard his words. Grabbing your jacket and storming your way out to the door, angry with yourself that you let it go this far.

“You walk out that door, and you’re done in this city, fuck even the whole continent if I want,” Jungkook declared, his tone heavy with a sense of entitlement. The words hung in the air, a threat laced with possessiveness that sent a chill down your spine.

“You’re bluffing.” His eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths.

“You’re underestimating the consequences, Y/N. I’ll snap my fingers, and you won’t get a job. Anywhere.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips. You did not believe him one bit, determined to try harder at the job hunting.

“You’ve already done enough. You can’t do worse.” You scoffed, the absurdity of his demands pushing you further away. He stepped closer, the air thick with tension.

“You’re not leaving, Y/N. Either you’ll be my good girl and apologise, or all it will take is one phone call.” As you reached for the doorknob, he grabbed your arm with a force that bordered on aggression.

“I am my own woman, Jungkook.” Your eyes flashed with determination as you wrenched your arm free, emphasising every word of the sentence you just uttered.

With that, you swung the door open and stormed out, leaving Jungkook’s apartment and the tumultuous mess behind. The city lights greeted you outside, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere within.

Your telephone remained eerily silent, devoid of the calls and opportunities that once filled it with promise. Jungkook’s vindictiveness had effectively severed the threads connecting you to your professional life, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainties.

A tear escaped your eye as you clutched the piece of paper you fetched out of your mailbox — an eviction notice. You had fallen behind on rent, pleading with your landlord for more time, promising to pay in full for two months once you secured a job. But that ended up not happening, and that’s how you find yourself sitting in a messy apartment full of half packed boxes, no job, little money left, and a bottle of cheap wine.

Moving in with friends or seeking refuge with your parents was not an option. They never supported your dreams enough to provide for you in such dire circumstances, especially at your age. Unmarried, jobless, and on the brink of homelessness, you felt trapped.

Despite your efforts to secure another job, including poorly recreating parts of your portfolio, rejections piled up, and the search for a new apartment proved equally futile. Not like you could afford it anyway.

The city that once held promise now felt like a maze of closed doors and dead ends. The mere thought of dialling his number sent a shiver down your spine, a conflicting mix of pride and necessity wrestling within you.

You drank the last of your wine, hiccupped, and cried. With only twenty-four hours to vacate your flat for the new tenant to come in. The friends you once thought you could rely on were facing their own struggles, unable to provide the sanctuary you so desperately needed. You had nowhere to go apart to his clutches if you of course did not want to freeze to death in the bustling city. It confused you how it came to having no other option.

Taking a deep breath, you dialled his number, each ring echoing the surrender of your independence. The telephone rang in your trembling hand. As the call connected, a heavy silence hung in the air and you desperately tried to calm your breathing.

“Jeon speaking,” his voice crackled through the phone. You were shaking in cold sweat, your eyes blood red from crying and alcohol clouded your mind enough to call him.

“Hello?” you heard his voice speak again, and another sob left your lips. The lump in your throat made it difficult to speak, but you pushed through the discomfort.

“I-I’m sorry.” The man on the other line smirked, seemingly thrilled to hear your voice. The next sentence you uttered, however, was even sweeter music to his ears.

“I need you.”

You heard his car park in front of your building the next morning. The boxes were long gone on their way to the heart of Manhattan where Jungkook’s penthouse awaited. It was only you and your suitcase with only necessities packed inside. The reality of the situation hit you as you looked around at the empty apartment. The purple walls, once full of pictures from trips with your friends, were now bare. The fridge stripped of silly magnets you liked to collect, stood empty. Nothing left.

Taking a deep breath, you gripped the handle of your suitcase with a sense of resignation. You glanced out of the window on your way out, finding Jungkook casually leaning against his shiny black Jaguar, smiling directly at you. Closing your eyes, you mentally said goodbye to your small apartment.

Your hair, lazily put into a hair clip when you woke up, had a few stray strands escaping, framing your face that still showed signs of swelling from crying all night.

As you stepped out into the hallway, the door closing behind you, the weight of the suitcase in your hand served as a physical reminder of the choice you had made. Is this really your only option?

The sound of Jungkook’s footsteps echoed in the corridor, approaching closer with each passing second. He ran up the stairs just as you were locking the door. His gummy smile met your gaze, a clear expression of his happiness. The heartthrob had finally gotten you where he wanted you all along.

He was dressed in a denim jacket and jeans from the collection you worked on. As if he was intent on reminding you of something. His long curly locks were gone, replaced by a short mullet.

You, on the other hand, did not feel to dress classy and elegant as you usually did. You swapped heels for a pair of white sneakers, a tight designer skirt for simple blue boyfriend jeans and your upper body was covered by a white shirt layered with a pink shirt you loosely tight on your waist, leaving the buttons half open.

“Baby?” he called out. You must’ve zoned out, as now he was holding your suitcase in his hand, ready to leave.

“M’sorry, I was in my head,” you apologised. You didn’t want to upset him by negatively reacting to the pet name even though you irked to tell him you’re not his baby.

He smiled softly, putting the suitcase down, walking over to you. He caressed your cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Turning your face, he landed his lips on your other cheek. The man chuckled and put the freed strands of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry. I got you now.”

The drive to Jungkook’s penthouse was filled with an uncomfortable silence as the city lights passed by in a dizzying display.

“Welcome home!” The words hung in the air, the irony not lost on you. This was far from a home; it was a gilded cage you succumbed to. You did not answer him. You couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

He was saying something about a closet, but your mind totally spaced out looking at the boxes that you packed hours prior, casually sitting in his living room.

“Baby?” You looked at him, eyes wide when you realised you were not listening to him again.

“Do you want to start unpacking or should we head out for brunch first?” He approached you. Jungkook did not stop smiling since he pulled his car in front of your building.

Unpacking felt like an acceptance of this new reality, while brunch felt like an attempt to hold onto some semblance of normalcy.

“I... I think we should talk,” you finally managed to say, your voice carrying the uncertainty that lingered within. Jungkook’s smile wavered for a moment, but he quickly masked it.

You couldn’t ignore the fact that your life had taken a sharp turn, and the unfamiliar surroundings only intensified the sense of displacement. Jungkook threw himself at his sofa just where you were sitting months prior. He motioned with his hand, silently ordering you to sit.

“I promise not to bother you long. I just need you to get me off the blacklist so I can get a job. I can’t be tied to you indefinitely.” You spoke softly, careful to not anger him just yet. You knew he wouldn’t appreciate the direction this conversation was heading, but you needed to set the record straight. This was temporary, at least in your mind.

Jungkook’s expression shifted, a subtle tension in his features. He sighed. Leaning forward, Jungkook grabbed the remote control of the HiFi that was standing proud, setting it on, and whence the soft tones of Isaak’s “Wicked Game” resonated the penthouse, you could not help but raise an eyebrow.

He petted his knee, a silent invitation. You were not stupid to not understand what he wants, yet you opted to sit next to him instead of where he wanted you.

“Maybe we got lost in translation, love.” He spoke leaning closer to you. The music seemed to underscore the unspoken tension in the room.

“You won’t leave me, baby. I’ll keep you so satisfied and happy; you won’t even want to go.” He whispered to your ear. The atmosphere became charged with a palpable desire. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine, a conflicting mix of temptation and resistance.

“You can’t keep me here against my will, Jungkook,” you asserted, maintaining a thin thread of defiance. Yet, the allure of his touch lingered in the air, clouding your better judgement.

“Try me, love. I’ve got ways to make you stay,” he countered, his tone dripping with confidence.

It took all you have in you to stand up and storm to the large windows that provided a magnificent view of Manhattan. This time, however, he was right behind you.

You heard him growl. He was angry, and he proved so once you found yourself pinned to the large window, your back facing him. He attacked your neck right away, bruising every single inch. His hand roamed over your breast, squeezing them to the point you had to moan. The situation escalated rather quickly, your resistance made him press you to his back even harder.

“I’m so tired of your running,” he groaned into your neck. You put your hands on the glass trying to push yourself away and give yourself space to free from his grasp, but he has put a majority of his weight on you. You can feel his growing pulsating bulge on your heart-shaped bottom.

“Maybe I should show you, who you belong to, princess.” He cupped your sex through your pants, and you whimpered from the sensation. You knew this was utterly wrong; you should not react to his touch this way, but you couldn’t help to notice the wetness pooling in between your legs once he continues to attack your neck with his soft plump lips.

“Jungkook-” You tried to resist, but his hand was already done with unbuttoning your jeans, sliding right down to your core. Your panties were sticky, your head was spinning, and the part of a window was getting foggy right next to your mouth from your hot breath.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He pulled his hand out of your pants for a second to wet his fingers and put them right back on the little bud that was waiting to be touched. He pressed his fingertips on your clit, circling it painfully slow. The heartthrob rutted his hips into your ass, looking for a friction, making you move your hips towards his hand. He chuckled to your ear.

“If you want that job, baby, why don’t you deserve it first?” you could sense a little hint of mockery in his voice. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to echo the rhythm of his movements. Now slow and calculated.

As the song reached its crescendo, his finger entered your vibrating heat. “Hm?” He pried, his finger moving in and out in punishingly slow, drawing silent moans from you when he brushed up the right spot.

“W-what do you want?” You stammered out of yourself.

“You. All of you of course.” Jungkook replied in a heartbeat. Your heart raced and your head was clouded by the pleasure he was providing. Moving his finger slightly faster, you found yourself bowing forward, your body wanted him to reach deeper.

“Please—” you whimpered when he slowed down the tempo again.

“Give me an answer baby, will you be my good girl?” Now it was your mind that raced, grappling with the implications of his question while squeezing your walls around his finger.

“Maybe you need a little more convincing, hm?” He softly bit your earlobe whilst inserting his second finger into your heat, making you moan louder than before. You pressed your forehead onto the glass and looked down at his hand in between your legs. The sight made your pussy clench even harder. A small tear escaped your eye, you are overwhelmed, and the pleasure is clouding your sound judgement.

“What will it be, baby?” His fingers finally raised the tempo, and your eyesight was getting blurry, biting your lip from the sensation.

“Fuck—” you nibbed at your bottom lip a bit harder, trying to fight with yourself. But you couldn’t. He was playing a game, and he was winning this round.

“Yes!” you screamed louder than you intended when he hit the sweet spot, making you see stars. You did not necessarily want to agree. It was more of a reaction to how good his fingers feel inside of you. But Jungkook’s interpretation did not align with yours.

What you did not expect is the sudden feel of emptiness once his fingers abdicated its place. You protested with an unpleasant whine of frustration.

He spun you to face him, being quick enough to grab you below your ass, illocutionary forcing you to jump up. Jungkook leaned in to kiss you while he navigated the apartment blindly, right to the master bedroom.

Now you were feeling thrown. Literally. Your body bounced a little while Jungkook stood at the foot of his king sized bed adorned in black sheets. You could smell his expensive cologne on them. He was very eager to continue what you started.

His shirt was long gone and so were his pants when he was pulling down yours, alongside with your through-and-through wet panties. He very quickly inhabited his head in between your legs. Licking all the dirty juice your pussy was producing.

You could not help but to bury your fingers into his hair, slightly tugging on it once he decided to abuse your clit, sucking on it, his piercing cold against your skin. You were starting to feel the knot inside your lower belly, moaning and panting out loud.

“I’m gonna!—” you breathed out heavily. Squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the heat rushing your body.

“Not yet,” said the heartthrob, parting away from you. You shot your eyes open to look at him towering over you, his briefs thrown away somewhere in the room, and his pride leaning proudly against his abdomen, angry and red. The perfect opposite of soft. You gulped down. He was definitely not lying when he suggested he is thick.

The heartthrob helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes, bending down to lay a single kiss right above your clit, maintaining eye contact with you all the time. Sticking his tongue out yet again, making a straight wet line up your belly, ending at the valley between your breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, squeezing your tits while pumping his dick, he could not take it anymore.

He spread your legs further, making space for him to fit right in. Your walls are trembling from excitement, especially when he presses the length of his cock to your lips, coating himself in your juices.

“Condo—” you went to say when his lips silenced you in a hard passionate kiss. He moaned to your mouth, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, stretching you open. You pressed your hands to his chest, parting away from him. He looked at you with confusion and you repeated yourself.

“Condom, Guk,” you said, using the nickname in an attempt to soften his hard features. Something told you that you might have just pissed him off. The heartthrob sighed and involuntarily got up, walking all the way to the bathroom, giving you a million-dollar view of his ass. Your gaze then shifted to his muscular shoulders, involuntarily admiring his impressive physique. You couldn’t deny he was hot as hell.

Your nipples were perky from the thrill that your body was going through. It was quite some time since the last you got laid. Maybe that’s why it took him minimum effort to turn you into a whiny, needy little bitch.

You heard the light switch going off in the bathroom, and the man himself appearing in the doorframe with the little shiny square in his hands. Tearing it open, he returned to sit on his knees on the bed while sliding the condom on.

He grabbed your legs under your knees with one swift movement, sliding you closer to him. One hand aiming his cock to your entrance the other finding its place on your throat, holding it with the right pressure to elevate your pleasure. Pushing all the way through, you whimpered loudly at the intrusion. He was big, and you felt like you’re going to explode. The heat rushed through you like a momentary fever.

The heartthrob could not wait for you to adjust to his size, and he started to snap his hips into you in a punishing tempo, making your body bounce up at every thrust and clench your eyes shut tightly. Loud moans coming out of you.

“You take me so well, baby.” He whispered into your ear seductively, panting and groaning from the pleasure. He was on cloud nine, finally having the woman he longed for quite some time.

“Got me waiting for this pussy almost the whole damn year.” You met his hungry gaze, your moaning synchronised with his. He crushed his lips to yours one more time before thrusting his cock in and out of your heat faster and deeper.

You bit down on his lip, him groaning at the sensation, slapping your ass in the heat of the moment.

“This pussy was fucking designed for me.” He claimed you.

He was hitting all the right places, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. He upheld his promise to fuck you good. You can regret this after, now it’s not the time.

“M’wanna pound this pretty ass too.” He pulled out of you, turning you to lay on your belly, slapping the already reddened skin before setting you on all fours, ass up. He did not hesitate to rut inside of you again, feeling him all the way in your stomach, you screamed his name.

“Jungkook!” his thrusts set a brutal pace that you were not sure if you’ll survive. Their moans continued to echo in the room.

“You belong to me.” He growled, pounding your pussy, the sound of skin slapping was audible ten times louder than usual. The knot in your lower belly appeared again, got you moaning uncontrollably.

Jungkook sensed that your climax was near and went to rub your clit with the desire to make you cum all over him while getting himself off with you.

“Guk—” you choked on your words, your legs and hands were trembling, tears springing out of your eyes. You desperately needed to cum.

“I know, baby.” He kissed the arch of your back, making his hand and hips move even faster, hitting your cervix. If this is heaven, you don’t want to leave.

“I-I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You shouted, feeling the knot untying itself rather quickly. Jungkook growled right to your ear. He was close too, dangerously close.

“Baby!” He whimpered, feeling the tension rising.

Your juice splashed the sheets as you squirted all over his cock, crying, the orgasm hitting you way too hard. Jungkook’s hips did not stop while he chased his own release, complimenting you, your body, and how you are such a good girl while doing so. With a loud moan and one last deep thrust, he came in you, holding you still while he emptied himself. The warmth of his release felt too authentic, but you were too fucked out to notice.

As you were also too fucked out to notice the empty abandoned condom laying on the ground.

“I love you so much baby—”

It was getting dark outside when you woke up, your head pounding as you looked over your naked body and evident ache in between your legs. The sheer curtains that are covering the floor to ceiling windows, once airy and light, now filter the early evening light into a soft, diffused glow, creating a cosy atmosphere. You cuddled the soft sheets that were wrapped around your lower body, thinking that you could sleep some more.

But when you heard the muted notes of En Vogue’s Whatta Man blasting somewhere in the penthouse, any hopes of serenity were shattered. A curse slipped through your lips as the reality of your surroundings hit you.

“Fuck,” you muttered through your teeth, the small fists pounding against the bed. To muffle the scream of mixed emotions, you seized a leopard-patterned pillow, pressing it against your face.

You had willingly let this happen, all for the pursuit of a damn book and damn fucking job and your damn fucking career. But why was it so precious, you might ask? Your portfolio wasn’t just a collection of pages bound together; it was a culmination of dreams, aspirations, and relentless hard work. Each design you made over the years, a carefully curated piece of your artistic vision, held a piece of your soul.

The portfolio was your identity as a designer, a visual storyteller who poured emotions, creativity, and skill into each piece of clothing. It was something you presented yourself with, and you believed it held the power to open doors. It got you your first adult job after you spent two years in the big apple on your own, dreaming big while washing dishes behind the counter.

And it got you the second job of your early fashion career, a higher position than sales assistant, the head designer at the men’s wear division at Calvin Klein. You were aiming to become the head of the department when a better offer came your way, from Guess.

The project they offered you to be a part of was a kind of interview to get through and sit as the executive director of the women’s department. You were thrilled to accept as you always wanted to design for your gender.

And he fucked it up. So, you have to excuse yourself by letting your guard down, giving him a chance to sway you. You are doing this for you and your career.

You sat on the bed, eyeing the modern bedroom that screamed his name as did the smell of the room. Just like you remembered before you blacked out from all the pleasure he forced upon you.

Sighing, you moved your sore naked body to the edge of the bed. A black leather armchair caught your eye, a clean set of underwear laid out on it, burning under your gaze. You gulped down. This was your mess after all. You let him come too close—extremely close, judging by the recurring ache between your legs.

“Fuck it, it’s fine.” You’d manage somehow, or at least, that’s how you decided to play along with his nonsensical fantasy and possessive behaviour.

You tiptoed down the penthouse, searching for the devil. You knew you were going the right way when the music grew louder. Peeking from the narrow hallway into the living room, he was nowhere in sight. Only the RCA telly with MTV on indicated that he must’ve been there.

The sizzling sound of something cooking and a pleasant aroma hit your ears and nose. He was in the kitchen, cooking. Jeon Jungkook was in the kitchen, cooking. A certain degree of domesticity welcomed you as you stepped into the all-blue kitchen. His kitchen was way nicer than yours, you noted. Large cabinets, the island full of food ingredients he was preparing. Your gaze lingered as your eyes traced his masculine, naked back, tattoos shouting at you. Your knees felt weak at the sight, your body reacting to him as if he were the alpha wolf.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip. He was swaying his hips to the rhythm of the song. Even from this point of view, you could tell he is in a very good mood. It seemed like he was glowing.

You leaned against the arch, contemplating whether to make your presence known or observe from the shadows. Before you could decide, he turned around, planning to cut the vegetables, his eyes locking onto yours immediately. Bunny smile plastered on his face, reaching his ears — a juxtaposition to how anxious you looked in his big shirt.

Quickly circling the kitchen island, he reached you in a matter of seconds. The heartthrob was beaming with happiness seeing you in his kitchen, in his shirt, barefoot, face raw, and all his. At least, that was his perspective after he finally got you where he wanted you.

“Baby!” He squeaked happily, pulling you by your wrists. The movement causes your petite frame to collide with his naked torso. Jungkook did not let you speak even if you wanted to, instead he pulled you even closer, pressing his lips to yours. You yelped, surprised by the unexpected collision. The vulnerability you felt in his presence only heightened as he claimed you, his happiness seemingly derived from having you exactly where he wanted—vulnerable and dependent on him.

The kiss lingered for a moment, and as Jungkook pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours again, gleaming with an unspoken mischief you could not decipher. He seemed to revel in the flustered state he had induced, and a cocky grin played on his lips.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his warm breath grazing your ear as he finally released your wrists, pecking your lips softly again. The shirt you wore clung to your form.

“It’s almost five pm.” You muttered back after you gave the digital clock on the stove a glance. He laughed it off, not replying.

“How do you like your steak?” he asked, his tone casual as if the passionate kiss hadn’t just occurred.

“M-medium rare,” you stammered, still processing the sudden turn of events. He chuckled, the sound resonating in the cosy kitchen as he came back to the stove to resume cooking, what you assumed is your dinner. Your stomach growled loudly when the delicious smell hit your nostrils, loudly. Jungkook even looked your way, encouraging you to take whatever you wanted from the fridge that was next to him, until dinner was ready.

You looked at the silver double-door fridge, and suddenly, your hunger vanished. Those were your magnets that were on your fridge just hours prior. He went through your boxes and unpacked them. The world was spinning, and your stomach was dangerously twisting.

He noticed the change in your expression, the playfulness in his eyes fading as he followed your gaze to the fridge.

“Something wrong, baby?” he inquired. You swallowed hard, attempting to mask the unease that threatened to bubble to the surface.

“No, nothing,” you replied, forcing a tight smile. His attention returned to the stove, the sizzling sounds and savoury aroma filling the kitchen. The clock on the stove continued its indifferent march towards evening. But your mind stopped.

“I-I think—” you stammered, it was hard for you to speak when there was an evident lump in your throat that wanted to emerge to the surface.

“Baby?” he raised a brow at you, letting everything he was doing to approach you again. You gulped down, trying to breathe it out.

“I think... I need—,” you tried, the words escaping in a breathy whisper. Jungkook’s expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he stepped closer. That got you even more anxious and a quick escape was a way you opted.

Your legs carried you back to the room where you knew a bathroom would be near. You heard him calling your name, but he did not run to get you. He must have thought that you’re trying to run again, but when he saw you going the way the master bedroom is, he did not push it.

You slumped right to your knees, emptying your already empty stomach into the toilet. Tears stringed from your eyes. Before you could calm or clean yourself the door creaked open, and Jungkook’s concerned voice seeped into the bathroom.

“Oh my god! Are you okay baby?” He hovered in the doorway, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. You didn’t have the strength to respond, only offering a weak nod as you continued to empty the contents of your stomach.

His footsteps approached, and you could feel him kneeling beside you, one hand tentatively rubbing your back.

“Easy, baby. Easy,” he murmured softly.

After a moment, the nausea subsided, and you leaned back against the cool porcelain, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jungkook remained by your side, a true concern readable in his eyes.

As you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar objects around the bathroom. Toothbrush, hairbrush, all your makeup and even your pyjamas, had found a place alongside Jungkook’s in the bathroom. He was blurring the lines between your lives.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you winced at the sight of prominent hickeys and bite marks adorning your neck. You caught Jungkook’s worrying gaze but did not pay attention to it longer than you needed to.

“When was the last time you ate properly, baby?” he asked, caressing the small of your back, kissing the top of your head. You touched the tender skin on your neck, a mix of shame and regret settling in the pit of your stomach.

You knew very well that this wasn’t a doing of the lack of nutrition within your body but it did stop you to think for a second. When was the last time you had a proper meal and not a cheap ramen noodles from a convenience store near your building? You did not recall, so you rather opted to shrug your shoulders and reach for your toothbrush that could have melted under your gaze at this point.

“Why don’t you freshen up, and I’m going to finish dinner.” He sighed and kissed your temple. You’ve let him. He has done worse. As he left the bathroom, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being exposed—physically, emotionally, and now even in your most private spaces. Your eyes lingered back on the assortment of makeup and personal items neatly arranged beside his.

Brushing your teeth never felt so foreign and unnatural. Your eyes darted around his room after you finished, and that’s when you noticed what you did not when you woke up —a closet, half-filled with your clothes. Neatly folded, hanged right beside his. Even your jewellery was sorted by the type of metal. Your shoes, your skirts, dresses, everything. He had seamlessly integrated your wardrobe into his, as if signalling an intention far beyond a temporary stay.

Then all your pictures scattered on the walls as you walked down the corridor back to the heartthrob who swayed you here. Feeling the unease building in your stomach again.

Jungkook stood by the table, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched you approach. His eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and possession. This all seemed like a stage for a performance you hadn’t signed up for.

The steak, perfectly cooked to your liking, accompanied by a side of vegetables. The spread looked delectable, and your stomach rumbled again, reminding you that you hadn’t had a proper meal in days. The scent of the meal teased your senses.

As you picked at your food, a question lingered in the back of your mind—how had it come to this? Have you really had no choice but him? Was this worth the trouble? Perhaps.

Your parents would think of you as a failure if you returned home. and your pride did not allow you to pick up your old job and be a girl for everything. You worked in the fashion industry and you were willing to do anything to maintain it.

“Are you listening to me, baby?” Jungkook broke the stream of your consciousness, his voice soft yet insistent. You hummed in response but your ears could not pick precise words that left his mouth.

“There’s Grammys next week, do you have any design for the red carpet so we could match—”

“What about the job?” You interrupted him, setting your fork down, staring at him viciously.

“So the Grammys—” he tried to continue without replying to you but you were having none of it.

“So the job, Jungkook.” You said through clenched teeth one more time. You weren’t about to let him sidestep the conversation about your career.

He sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching with a momentary annoyance. The room crackled with tension, the unspoken power dynamics unravelling before you.

“You’ve been a very good girl so far—” he lifted the handkerchief he had on his lap and placed it on top of the table next to his glass of red wine.

“Why do you have to misbehave now.” His attempt to redirect the conversation towards your behaviour only fuelled your frustration.

“I’m not misbehaving, Jungkook,” you shot back, your voice sharp and unyielding. “I need to know about the job. I need to know that you’re actually doing something concrete to help me, not just playing puppeteer with my life.”

“There’s an opening at Givenchy, and Prada or Dior but—” your eyes were full of false hope.

“—until I can be sure you won’t leave me the second you get the new job. You won’t go to any interview.” He leaned back, a predatory gleam in his eyes, as if enjoying the power play.

Your mind raced, torn between ambition and self-respect. You had worked tirelessly to establish yourself, and the taste of success was within reach. Yet, the cost demanded by Jungkook was steep—an indefinite surrender of your autonomy.

“That’s not what we agreed upon—” You whined out, anxiety clutching your insights in tight grip.

“Oh but we did baby.” He answered swiftly, smiling sweetly.

“I—” you wanted to protest, but he was quick to dismiss any argument you wanted to come up with.

“I said I want you, and you agreed, baby. You can’t take it back.”

“What does that even mean?!” You whined out.

“That I won’t let you slip through my fingers again. You belong here with me, and you better learn your place or prepare for a farewell with the magnificent fashion world of yours.” The ultimatum echoed in your mind as his gaze was trying to make you submit. Jungkook’s possessiveness loomed over you, a suffocating force that sought to confine your wings.

“You can’t force me,” words slipped past your lips, a proclamation of your refusal to succumb to his dominance.

“You underestimate the lengths I’ll go to keep you, Y/N,” he retorted, his voice low and laced with a dangerous edge.

“You’re sick.” You spat out at him, standing up to leave when he grabbed you and held you tight. You were looking up at his face, seemingly angry with your words. His eyes darkened, a fleeting moment of anger crossing his features.

“Aren’t you a bit ungrateful, my love?” he seethed, his voice a low growl. The possessive tone sent shivers down your spine, but you refused to cower under his gaze.

“I’m providing you with shelter, food, money and most of all my love.”

“It’s sick, Jungkook. This isn’t love,” you shot back, your voice unwavering. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his grip unyielding. He scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

“You’re testing my patience, Y/N. You’re mine,” he retorted quickly, not letting you go. You wanted to protest, to tell him to fuck off, and even worse things, but he was not finished.

“Think with your pretty little head, won’t you?—” you glared at him, defiance burning in your eyes.

“—you can live like a princess, you can have your dream position and on top of that a loving significant other — me.” The seconds felt like an eternity, the weight of his possessiveness pressing down on you.

“What is success for when you cannot share the joy with someone you love.” He whispered, a sinister undertone in his words. You had a feeling he’s not only talking about you. You had to think, and you had to think quickly.

“You’re asking me to give up my autonomy, Jungkook.” You shot back, your voice unwavering. He scoffed, the air heavy with tension.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Y/N. You need me—” He chuckled, a condescending tone lacing his voice.

“—what were you gonna do if you didn’t come to me? Hm? Your mami and papi who are disappointed in you or your fake friends who did not bat an eye to try and help you out?—” You turned your face away from him, not wanting to let his words affect you.

“—I helped you. I am here for you!” He shook you, still holding a tight grip on you.

“All I’m asking in return is you to give yourself to me.” With a defiant push, you broke free from his grasp, leaving him seething in frustration. Covering your face with your palms, you sobbed.

“Love and loyalty is not that big of a price when you think about it.”

“You promise?” you choked out through your tears. You were tired, exhausted to the bone, and this was taking a bigger toll on you than you would expect. You wanted to trick him and instead he tricked you. But you needed to play by his rules to win in the game he started. His eyes softened momentarily, a twisted form of concern flickering in his gaze.

“I promise, baby,” he murmured, his tone almost soothing. The fire has ceased for now. Or so you thought. Despite the fragile promise, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were dancing on the edge of a precipice, held by the strings he so skilfully pulled. But the stakes were high, and you couldn’t afford to falter. You had no shelter, almost no money and no one to turn to. For now. You promised yourself, this is temporary. You will find a way out of this arrangement.

You finished your dinner. He insisted. You stripped naked while he was drawing the bath. He again insisted. The penthouse, filled with music and the fragrance of expensive candles. You allowed yourself to be led, like a puppet, your exhaustion overshadowing your instincts. As you sat there in the hot water, vulnerable, he wiped away your tears.

The water lapping against your skin is like an ominous reminder of the depths you found yourself in. Jungkook’s hands traced patterns on your back.

Jungkook, seemingly attuned to your exhaustion, wiped away your tears, the gesture carrying a strange mixture of care and control.

“It’s all gonna feel better once you accept it.” Said he, right to your ear, sending shivers down your naked body. You pressed your legs to your chest to hide yourself, a futile attempt at preserving some semblance of privacy, even though he had seen it all.

“I cannot grasp why you would do this to me, Jungkook,” you sobbed, letting him hold you against his chest.

“I did it for us, baby.” His hands firmly gripped yours now, making them stop hugging your knees. The heartthrob wanted you to relax in his presence. A laughable request considering the circumstances that led you here.

“Stop being delusional. There is no us.” You finally let him move your hands only for you to grab the frame of the bathtub and attempt to pull yourself up and away from him. He did not fancy this attempt of yours, and he let you know that by grabbing a large portion of your hair, dragging you back.

Your body slammed to his naked torso with a loud slap caused by the wet skin on skin contact. It took your breath away for a good minute.

“You didn’t seem to argue about it earlier today when my cock was hitting all-the-right-places, making you squirt, hmm?” Said the raven haired man, still holding your hair in his fist. He did not intend to hurt you, no, it was not as painful as the whole humiliating scenery and the fact you could not break free of him. He’s putting an example of what will happen once you stop behaving again. Putting you in your place — that’s what he called it.

“Matter of fact, Imma show you again that there’s us baby, until you realise it yourself.”

Trying to wiggle out of his grasp, you whimpered every time you pulled your hair back to make you stay still. And as if he changed his mind, your body was pulled out of the warm water, letting your hair go, making you fall down to the bright rug on the floor of the bathroom. Soaking it wet you looked up to him towering over your shivering physique.

“It was about time for you to show me how you are grateful to be my good girl—” he stepped closer. You did not want to look at him, knowing well what he is talking about.

“Open up baby—” you shook your head, pulling away from him and his hard member that he was holding just inches away from your face. You felt it meet your cheek and immediately retrieved yourself again which made him even more frustrated. His cock was painfully hard, and you were not cooperating.

The tattooed hand in your hair pulled you right back, his eyes bore to yours with a hard stare, and you swear they got even darker. His other hand was clutching your jaw, harder and harder until you involuntarily opened your mouth wide enough.

Taking the chance right away, he slipped his thick and hard manhood into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He hissed at how your teeth slightly scraped his dick. You choked on it, but he was unfazed by it, continuing to thrust into your throat, making tears fall down your cheeks.

“I knew you could be my good girl.” He groaned, praising you with each of his hard thrusts into your mouth. Your breathing was shallow, and you tried to get as much air as you could. He was moaning loudly, the wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth, covered by your saliva made him even more aroused and hungry for you.

“You just need a bit of a re-education.” He was getting lost in the pleasure your mouth was providing him, and you were deprived of the air you needed. Your hand hit his pelvis when you thought you’re going to pass out soon.

“Just a moment more, baby. I know you can take it.” He said through gritted teeth. Jungkook was panting loudly, mixing it with loud moans of your name.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re my heaven.” Your nails were scratching his abdomen, trying to break free, but his hold was too strong. You were drooling all over his cock, and your hand started to spin from the lack of oxygen and how quickly your head was bobbing.

He was getting dangerously close and his sloppy movements reflected that. He managed to pull one last thrust before he was cumming down your throat. He was letting his dick soften, pressed on your tongue while the hot semen was springing out of his tip.

“Swallow.”

The night wore on, shadows dancing on the walls as you lay there, pressed to his chest, his hand limply laying on your hip, contemplating the surreal turn you took.

If anything arose in you during the intercourse you wish you would wipe out of your mind, it was a determination to break free from the suffocating grasp of the penthouse.

Jungkook laid beside you, his breathing steady, a façade of tranquillity painted on his features. As he drifted into a seemingly serene slumber, you waited for the right moment to seize the opportunity.

When you were certain he was deeply asleep, you carefully extricated yourself from his embrace, a shiver running down your spine as you tiptoed through the room.

The moon cast a pale glow through the sheer curtains, guiding your movements as you tiptoed across the room. Your hand grasped the cold doorknob, the soft creaking of the door threatened to betray your escape. Your body frozen in time, your pupils shaking, fearing what happens if he wakes up. You wait a minute to make sure he is not coming to drag you back before you open the door in one swift movement.

You rethought the tasks you listed in your plan. Find the portfolio and get the fuck out as quick as possible. Everything else is replaceable for you. The mindset that the portfolio is the only key to all your problems, remained.

The adrenaline surged through your veins, the pulse of your heart echoing in the quiet hallway you walked through to get to the front of the penthouse.

He never took you upstairs, therefore you assumed that’s where he must’ve hidden it.

You approached the staircase, the carpet soft beneath your feet. The air seemed to grow heavier with every ascending step. The possibility of him waking up was not zero.

As you reached the upper level, you noticed the subtle shift in the ambiance. The hallway, adorned with pieces of art that whispered tales of luxury, and all his awards he won during his career, displayed to show his success. You passed several open doors, a home recording studio in one of them, be ridden of what you were looking for.

The hallway led you towards a set of double doors. That must be it. The doors creaked open, your gaze scanning for any sign of your portfolio. Your eyes flickering between the meticulously arranged accolades and the sprawling desk. He must be using this room as his office.

The seconds stretched into minutes, the urgency escalating with each passing heartbeat. You began with the drawers of the glass table, trying to be as quiet as possible. You cannot afford to cause commotion.

Anxiety wrapped around you, a vice tightening with every passing moment. You went through the library too, looked under every surface, you could not find it.

With a deep breath, you steadied yourself. There must be another place he could have hidden it. Your eyes fell upon the stack of papers, leaning your head to the side you examined the tabloid underneath with your face on it.

You fished it out in mere seconds, eyeing it unbelievably. If you were on the cover of a tabloid you would for sure know that. But you were not aware that your face appeared in Star magazine, right beside Jungkook. “Jungkook’s Mysterious Muse Revealed!” the headline screamed at you.

It was not only you after all. Society has convinced Jungkook that you two are sort of an item. A clandestine affair, a narrative spun by the society, linking your name with Jungkook’s in a tale of intrigue.

It was dated right when you started working on Klein’s campaign, back in April. It is almost the end of November now, and this is the first time you’re seeing this. You couldn’t fathom how deeply the web had been woven around you. The urgency of the situation intensified, and you combed through every conceivable hiding spot.

A sudden noise from downstairs snapped your attention. Fear gripped you, and your heart raced. Did he wake up? The urgency of the situation intensified, and you felt the weight of the clock ticking against you.

You sobbed and when you went to rub your eyes, they fell upon the other room diagonally from the one you were searching now. The doors were slightly ajar and you could see soft shades of colours within. In a last-ditch effort you marched towards it.

But ever stepping inside you regretted. The whole scenery that was revealed once you opened the door swiftly caught your breath in your throat.

The soft shades of colours painted a haunting picture—a baby room, unfinished and untouched by time. The sight startled you, sending a shiver down your spine. This can’t be.

“No..” You whispered to yourself, panicking. Your hands found their place in your hair. He is one delusional man. There is no other explanation, he is sick in the head if he thinks he is going to baby trap you.

A sense of dread overwhelmed you, and in your shock, you stumbled over something on the floor, hitting your head in the process. You groaned from the pain, forgetting that this commotion must have been loud enough for Jungkook to wake up.

As you rolled to the side, your eyes widened in disbelief. The portfolio was taped to the bottom of a cabinet. Without a second thought, you ripped it free, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

The rain outside intensified, a symphony of droplets against the windows. With the portfolio clutched in your hands, you ran down the stairs, right to the front door you prayed would not be locked. Would he be that careless? Yes. The degree of his mental instability was enough for him to believe that you are his and you would not think of running. He cut off every single option you had.

First, by making sure that your former employer would get to know you’re planning to leave the brand, enough for them to let you go. Second, he successfully obtained your portfolio that you were stupid enough to not make a copy of, which resulted in not meeting the deadline with Guess and losing that job opportunity too.

Third, he did not expect you to not stay the first you went to his penthouse but he was determined to go to extremes. So, every single fashion brand that had department stores in New York and in the rest of the world, backlisted you. No job application you sent, assistant buyer, a visibly lower position to what you had at Klein, would be turned down.

Fourth, make sure your landlord has already a tenant replacing you, ready to pay double for your apartment if they can move in as soon as possible.

That you’re alienated from your parents played his cards right and he never wished anything bad upon someone else, but how he thanked God that your friends have either too small apartments for another person to live in or they were struggling even more than you were. But lucky for you. He was right there, waiting for your call.

The handle felt too cold in your hand once you pushed the front door open merging the distance to the elevators, you were madly pushing the down button.

The seconds felt like an eternity as you waited for the elevator. Your breaths came in short, erratic bursts, mirroring the frenetic pace of your heart. Quickly stepping inside the metal box you heard it.

“Y/N?!” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. His eyes momentarily locked with yours. You were clutching your portfolio to your chest, the other hand pressing the close button, praying it will close faster.

He must have heard you running down the stairs, or perhaps when you tripped and fell. You even forgot that you’ve hurt yourself. The adrenaline was overshadowing the pain.

“Come back right now!” He was mad, that much you could tell.

With the last determined push, you closed the door on him, severing the visual link between you. Letting out a relieving breath, you knew that this is far from being over. The elevator descended, carrying you away from the penthouse.

He cannot make it all the way down in time before you’ll disappear from the area. You prayed, he would not.

The lobby welcomed you as the doors opened, the room blurred as you stormed towards the exit, your heart pounding in rhythm with the rain. You burst into the rain-soaked night. Clutching the book tightly, a surge of triumph coursed through your veins.

The cold drops pelted against your skin. The relentless downpour soaking your clothes and hair. Running towards the street, you waved at the cars, hoping a taxi would stop.

It took a minute for some yellow car to appear at the curb, not wasting time, you ran towards it.

A smile appeared on your face after a long time. You did not know where you’re going, nor what you’re going to do next but Jungkook was never supposed to be your option and now you got the chance to choose differently or not? This is your second chance, and you’re willing to take it.

Your hand touched the handle of the yellow vehicle, opening the door and planning to leap inside as quickly as possible.

A strong tattooed hand closed abruptly. You gulped down an enormous lump in your throat, almost not breathing. How could this happen? It was mere minutes. Did he run the stairs? Did you take too long to catch a cab? Should you just run as far as possible?

Every single thing you could have done differently would not change the outcome it seems. And every single thing worked out in his favour, again.

His palm pressed on the taxi door firm, you could not open it anymore nor he would let you hop in the front seat. Your heart pounded in your chest, the tension and fear to face him was killing you. The portfolio now felt like a burden, if you make peace with losing it and your career, would you avoid this?

You could feel his eyes burning holes to the back of your head.

“I will not go back.” You said, voice resolute, but inside you were shaking. You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin, similarly you could feel his body pressing to your back. Once he reached your ear, you felt his lips mere inches from it, whispering.

“You will.”

I N T E R L O G U E 

Jungkook settled into the plush leather chair after he finished carefully unpacking all your belongings, believing he is helping you to settle down. His fingers deftly dialled his mother’s number. As the phone rang, he gazed out over the city lights sprawling beneath him, a realm he had conquered with ruthless determination.

His new song, obviously written about you, was an enormous hit, granting him another Grammy nomination. But what was his success for when he did not have his love to share it with?

He smiled to himself, he got you. After long months of chasing you, then giving you the space you needed to realise he is your best shot in this world, you’re finally where you belong. Next to him.

The familiar voice of his mother greeted him, warm and comforting.

“Eomma—” Jungkook said, his tone affectionate.

“Jungkook, dear! How is my baby?” His mother’s voice held a blend of joy and concern.

“I’m doing well, Eomma. I have some news to share,” he said, his eyes glancing toward the bedroom where Y/N lay, unaware of the conversation taking place.

“Oh? Do tell,” his mother replied, anticipation evident in her voice. Jungkook leaned back, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“Y/N moved in.” His mother’s delight was palpable through the phone. Jungkook let her know the very moment he stepped into your office that he is very much interested in you. That he met the special one he wants to grow old with.

As he spoke, he subtly weaved a narrative of love and destiny, carefully crafting the tale of their supposed connection. His mother listened attentively, hanging onto every word.

“Are you going to propose over Christmas like you wanted, Kookie?” His mother gasped with excitement. Jungkook glanced at the bedroom once more, satisfaction settling within him. The diamond ring well hidden deep inside of the closet. But that’s given and final in his mind, there’s something more he selfishly wants. Not only will it make sure you won’t be able to leave him any more, it will give you reason to grow to love him back. After all, he would be the only person who you can grow old with.

“We’re trying for a baby, Eomma.”

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yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

romantic dreams - yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

crafting new memories - yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign

twin flame bruise - twin!jk, jeon jeongguk and jeon jungkook, they look the same but are opposites, the one thing they have in common is you. it´s an on going series but I like how the plot is vvv different from what we´re used to

yours insanely - yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you

darknet - yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

bunnytalk - bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

make a wish - fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you

daft pretty boy - basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

pretty girl - smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment

easy - angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe

Inevitable - angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it

finish line -fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls

ungodly hour - crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older -smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

what could've been - smut, angst, rockstar jk, fuckboy jk, ex gf oc, he breaks her heart then leaves to become world famouse, the sees her again, they fuck, he wants to get back together bc he´s still in love but she does´t want him like that

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

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nexus (m) part 5

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

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

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

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

wordcount: 7.5k

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

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

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

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

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

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

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

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

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

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

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

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

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

The glass shattered in his hand.

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

“Taehyung—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he didn’t need to know that.

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

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

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

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

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

“Time”

Fair.

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

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

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

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

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

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

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

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

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

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

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

- The night of the murder -

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

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

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

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

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, princess”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You really have no shame”

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

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

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

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

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

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

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

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

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

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

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

- Present Day -

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

Guilt seized him.

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

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

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

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

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

He reached out for your hand.

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

I’m sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

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

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

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

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

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

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

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

You flinched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

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

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

A disturbed look passed over you.

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

"No. I did”

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

-

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

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

Lips taking your life away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

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

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

“And I can’t stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

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

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

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

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

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

He grabbed your wrist.

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

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

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

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

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

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

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You poked the bear, I assume”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

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

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

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

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

Because this is so much bigger than him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mouth went dry.

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

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

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

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

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

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

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

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

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

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

“I’m glad”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[aajjks]

Tutor. JJK

synopsis. becoming your tutor was only the start.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp 101 jk, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, flüff, he’s sö shy lmao

note. just a lil something, I like to call him simp!jk. share thoughts plz.

Jungkook could look at you forever.

You are so attractive, that smile of yours, those E/C eyes of yours make his mind feel dizzy, you make him feel so stupid, so foolish.

So foolishly in love with you.

But he knows you’re way out of his league, you’re everything he’s not, you two are no match, but yet his heart craves you, he can’t stop loving you. How can he not love you, you’re his first love, he was in love with you the first time he saw you.

“Can you stop daydreaming?” Jungkook almost curses under his breath, his friend annoys the fuck out of him sometimes, why would he even dare to interrupt him when he’s busy thinking about you?

“Don’t give me the death stare, simp.” Jungkook doesn’t stop glaring at his friend though, biting the inner cheek of his mouth, glaring daggers at him. “I mean… why don’t you just ask her out already? It’s been two years, JK.”

Jungkooks shoulders sulk at that, his friend has a point, but he simply doesn’t have the courage to ask you out.

You would reject him in a heartbeat.

“No… she’s way out of my league, man…” he barely whispers to himself. He’s so insecure, he wants you so much but he’s so scared to have you, you’re an angel, he’s not worthy of you.

“You never know Jungkook, I mean personally you’re a pretty good guy, I don’t understand your fear but you do you.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply but tries to focus on the teacher instead, as much as he wants to spend the whole period gawking at you, he can’t risk being noticed,

Especially not by you.

“Okay, so I am pretty sure that everyone’s understood the lecture, I hope there are no questions.” The old professor speaks, it doesn’t interest Jungkook.

His mind is still set on you, you never leave his mind, you have him obsessed, it scares him almost. But it feels so good though, because he has a reason to look forward to every day, his reason is you.

“Actually sir?” He blinks twice when he hears your voice, his heart immediately skips a beat. “I had a confusion regarding the concept, if you could help me understand- I am sorry yn but the class is almost over, maybe one of your peers will help you.”

Jungkook doesn’t think before he speaks up. “I-I CAN HELP YN!” His voice echoes around the class room, all of the students turn to look at the shy boy,

Including you.

You are looking straight at him, he can feel your eyes on him.

“Well it’s settled then, thank you Jungkook.” The professor picks up the papers and smiles, “class dismissed.”

Jungkook feels so uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze but as soon as the bell rings. He sighs of relief. Jungkook notices his friends gaze on him too, he doesn’t look at him, because he knows you’re still present in the room,

And he’s pretty sure you’re approaching him already. “Dude she’s coming, good luck.” His friend whispers to him, Jungkook closes his eyes, his friend leaves, even though he couldn’t care less about that typically,

He was all alone with you now.

“Hi Jungkook,”

He will explode any moment from the excitement that’s running through his body, his brown eyes shoot up at you, he stands up, his body is reacting on its own, “H-Hi yn.. wait you know my name?”

You are simply the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, you give him a small smile, it makes him want to scream, “of course! And thank you for volunteering to help me, I appreciate it.” You put your hand out for him to shake, and he almost whimpers as he feels your skin touch his,

“I-It’s all good YN… don’t worry about it.” You’re making it impossible for him to act normal, “s-so shall I… oh you’re so cute jungkook!”

Oh my God.

“W-What?” Jungkook feels insane. He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating about you calling him cute, has he gone actually insane?

“I said you’re pretty cute, Jungkook.” He still hasn’t let go of your hand, you try to break the handshake, but he doesn’t budge.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with sheer concern, he’s too lost in his thoughts to realise that he’s been holding your hand for the last five minutes.

“O-Oh yeah I am… I’m sorry!” He quickly leaves your hand and apologises, bowing in front of you like a loyal servant. “aw no it’s fine. So I was thinking maybe you could help me with the concepts either in the free period or.. somewhere else?”

His eyes widen, he couldn’t believe this,

He had a golden opportunity in his hands.

“I-I… don’t mind anywhere YN.” He scratches the back of his head but inside he’s screaming, it’s so easy for him to conceal his feelings.

Oh the things you make him do.

“Great so how about my house? I mean I’m kind of a lazy person so I’d rather not meet at a coffeehouse or something, I love being in the comfort of my home.” You adorably explain and he’s sure his eyes are heart shaped right now.

“If you don’t mind of course.” Oh just how considerate you are, Jungkook is so obsessed with you, you’re an angel.

He’s convinced.

“O-Of course YN! I’m cool, I-I’m fine!”

“Okay thank you tutor, see you at 7?”

“Of course YN!”

“So I will text you the address, see you soon.” You wave at him, he just stands watching you walk out, you have him awestruck, today is a very blessed day for him,

Also he managed to keep a few secrets from you, like how he knows where you live, Jungkook sighed of relief when you left,

This was a start of something really special for him, and you.

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[iceprincessviviane]

In silence

Type: Dark romance, may be read as soft yandere

Paring: CEO!Namjoon x Shy!Skinny!P.A!Female!Reader

Genere: mix of everything, beaware - smut.

It's a oneshot.

Warnings: Dark romance, alcohol, smut and sexual themes - size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, possessivness, marking and creampie. Brief swearing, breaking up and cheating, low selfesteem, age gap (around 5 years), abusing power as boss (nothing too much), reader is skinny - around 40kg-45kg and silly jokes creates by me. English isn't my first language so sorry for all mistakes.

Author's note: It's technically my first smut, so it can be a little cringe.

Dedicated to @aft3rhrs because this beautiful meance (angel) has always support me so there is a piece of my work. Also please check her content is absolute amazing!

Minors please do not interact.

Namjoon was fixing his a little creased and elegant shirt in elevator. His hand went through silver, disheveled hair and he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look that bad, his brothers have seen him in worse condition. He just didn't want them to notice almost immediately. He stepped out in 47 floor, for a short period of time looking at city down below. This time they were meeting in Jin's new apartment. He moved a little bit closer to centrum, but his house on outskirts were always available. Heavy steps echoed through hall, when he sped up. Namjoon was late exactly fifteen minutes.

Taehyung opened door with mischevious smile, everyone greeted him, J-hope came for a brothely hug. Jin looked at him from kitchen, adding last touches to dishes he prepared.

"Look who it is. Even Jimin was be able to be on time." Yoongi teased crossing his legs elegantly on a couch.

"Hyung!" Jimin hissed with a offend.

"Car traffic." Namjoon shrugged placing a bottle of expensive wine on countertop.

"Don't you have the most skilled driver?" Jin said looking at him with amusement.

"Will you stop?" Namjoon snapped a little.

"Don't talk back to elders." Yoongi pointed at him with his finger.

Namjoon sighed sitting down and taking off his expensive jacket. Jungkook was observing him carefuly with bunny smile. He looked at his hyungs giving them almost invisible nod.

"Nice place Jin I must admit."

"Thanks. I'll be finally able to see you all often."

All of the cheered at his statement. The oldest placed his dishes on coffee table. There were mostly snacks and Jimin opened this expensive bottle filling everyone's glass.

"I have also something stronger." Jin said sitting down.

"We don't wanna to get drunk hyung." Jungkook stated reaching for a fork.

The conversation has begun, they were talking about almost everything, but mostly about job. Each one of them was successful CEO, their parents were friends and they have met in early childhood. Their bond was more than a friendship, they were a brothers. Protecting each other, caring about each other and worring about each other. As soon as their complains stopped and all the jokes were told a silence has fell upon them. All eyes were fixed on Namjoon, he gulped on his glass.

"What?" He asked bluntly.

"You would deceive us, but this expensive, feminine perfumes are all over your body." Yoongi said tilting his head a little on right.

"Isn't that the right time to make a move? How long does she work for you? Three years?" Jin asked.

Namjoon sighed and put down his glass looking at his brothers. He clenched his jaw.

"Yes, three years. But she has a boyfriend."

"As if that mean something." Taehyung scoffed.

"Seriously hyung you need to quit fucking around and take matters in your own hand." Hobi said softly looking at his hyung with worry.

"You won't forget her through that, I know what I am saying." Jimin added.

"Unless you'll fire her." Yoongi summed up.

"Fuck, never. Besides all of this she is a great P.A. with my clumsiness and forgotting stuff, I would be doomed." Namjoon stated.

"So we have an answer." Jin said looking at him waiting.

"Look guys, I appreciate your concern, but I don't want to scare off with any movements or make her hate herself or blame. She might quit or ran away."

"I am pretty sure that you are perfectly capable of convincing someone to stay at your side." Yoongi noticed playing with his glass.

"Yeah and you can totally attract anyone hyung, not to mention all the women you fucked up in previous three months." Jungkook shrugged.

"And if you're afraid of breaking her, then do it and fix it." J-hope helped with serious gaze.

}*{

The morning went very smooth, Namjoon was passing through his building with wide smile, diamples showing, some workers greeted their boss and his smile improved humor a lot of them. It was past lunch time, he had to do something earlier so only now coming to his office. He entered big room with wide windows, large desk behind them and armchair.

"Good morning Mr-Mr. Kim." This little hesitation made him stop on his tracks.

Under a wall, near the entrance was another desk, but smaller. A lot of shelves, computer monitor, binders and board with pinned small papers. He looked at his personal assistant with surprise, but she seemed to ran away from his gaze, lean to look on papers, hiding face. His brows almost met each other in deep frown, but he decided to be quiet about it. He put away his light coat, it was spring but sometimes the cold wind was showing up, took his laptop and sat behind desk. The room has been filled by silence, but not one, that Namjoon enjoyed. Usually it was comfortable silence, which was distrubed by keyboard or shuffling on his or her side. Today it was like her fingers were typing almost silently, long hair covered almost all of her face. He really wanted to ask what happend, but she would said as always 'Everything is okay Mr.Kim, thank you for your concern.', but nothing was so visible as today's matter. On right side of her desk was a finished cup of tea, nothing more. Namjoon frowned again.

"Did you have your lunch break Miss L/N?" He asked looking at her.

She jumped at sudden silence breaking, slowly looked at her boss and noded. "Yes Mr. Kim."

She was paler than ususal and cheeks a little bit reddish. Make up little stronger, than he know. It had him wonder. Y/N was always dressing aproppriate to work, neat and crisp shirt following by pencil, long skirt then usually elegant jacket, because even in spring she would be cold in the office. She went back to her work, but he was distracted, fighting inside to ask or to remain silent.

"You seem to be little away with your thoughts."

"I-I'm sorry Mr.Kim. It won't happened again."

Her little figure shrugged and shrinked under his words. He didn't mean it in harsh way, but in a chance for her to explain, well it didn't work. During whole day he noticed as she was looking at the wall in front of her with glassy eyes. When finally the end of the work has come, he really wanted to ask her, but she hurriedly turned off her PC, excused herself with early bus and went out taking her things.

Y/N has never allowed herself to cross any line between boss and worker, that's why Namjoon was so hesitant to make any move towards her. But now he felt like the small bond between them was fading and she was slipping out of his grasp, running away for unknown for him reasons. He won't be having any of this. Never.

}*{

Sun was no longer on the sky, when Namjoon grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N's number. He was sitting in his wide and luxorious apartment still distracted by his P.A behaviour. Outside started to rain, but he couldn't care less. She picked up almost immediatly.

"Yes Mr Kim?" He could swear that her voice was a little shaking in the beginnig.

"I'm sorry to calling you on that time, but I really need to adjust my schedule. I'm afraid that, I need your help with that. Also it's Friday and I want to do it immediately." It was all lies, but he would do anything, to have her in his apartment right now.

"It's all right boss, after all it's not that late. I will come to office with all my notes." She reassured him.

"There is no need for you to come to the office. I will send a driver, we'll meet in my apartment." He stated using his soft tone.

"I-... of course Mr. Kim." She corrected herself.

Then, he hung up. Namjoon knew where she was living due to workers files, he sent his driver and started to clear living room and thinking about credible reason, why he need to redo his schedule. Not even an hour has passed, when he suddenly heard a ringbell. He straightened his elegant shirt, fixed hair and glasses. On the coffee table was lying laptop with few papers scattered. Namjoon opened door with little smile.

She looked stunning with cheeks marked by cold, evening wind, hair free and little wild and shy demanor. Her outift was the same as in the office today. To be honest, he also had the same clothes. He let her inside and closed carefully door. Y/N started to taking her coat, when Namjoon's strong hands helped her.

"Thank you sir." She mubled grabbing her bag and peaking around a little.

"No problem, please make yourself home."

After taking off shoes, he lead her to coffee table with two armchairs in opposite sides. She sat down her and took out trusted notebook with some papers.

"Coffee, tea?" Namjoon asked looking at her.

"There is no need." She lifted her eyesight unsure.

"You should get warm after being outside and I am afraid that we will spend some time on this."

"Then tea, if it's possible." She said polietly.

He nodded and took two cups, little bags of herbs, each in different taste, then kettle full with hot water.

"Choose your favourite, but be careful it's really hot." Namjoon said and the took a seat. He already know her favourite one, but didn't want to scare her. As he suspected she picked it and put into a cup.

"I want to have free on Tuesday and Wednesday, I see we have a couple of meetings in those days." He started looking at his laptop's screen.

"Yes." Y/N checked her notes. "They are not so important, but the issue is that the Thursday and Friday are packed... and we wouldn't want to delay that stuff..."

"Plus there's a meeting with Mr. Lee, he's a important chairman." Namjoon added.

"Yes sir." Y/N agreed. "Maybe I could call him and put this meeting actually in next week, but in the early evening?"

"That would be perfect, I can pull a longer day of working. How about you?"

"Of course Sir."

They were able to clear schedule for incoming Tuesday and Wednesday, but making next week more busy. If Mr. Lee woukd agree, there would be a meeting at 6 a.m anf it meant whole day of working for both of them. P.A declared that during a weekend she is going to make necessary calls to make it real. Namjoon was stealing glances at her behind his laptop. It was now or never.

"Actually Miss L/N, are you sure, you want to come to work for full shift during my absence and then, in next week work till late hours?" He asked with the softest tone. "I'm not questioning your skills, I'm just concerned."

"I'm sure." She said slowly. "I'll prepare files for the meetings with Mr. Lee."

"Today you looked a little tired. I was actually hesitant to call you." He pressured a little.

"I-I'm perfectly fine. If it's everything, I'll be heading home. It's getting late." She muttered meekly.

Y/N started picking her things really fast, when she stood up, Namjoon was able to catch the sight of her eyes - all glossy. He also got up, but she already went to the door, clutching a belt from a bag in her hands.

"Wait!" CEO pleaded, but she didn't listen.

When P.A reached hand for a door handle, he caught her wrist and yanked, turning her around to face him. His worried features met tears streaming down her soft cheeks. Namjoon grabbed Y/N's arms to prevent any escape attempts.

"Tell me what happend." He demanded in tone mixed of authority and worry.

"It's so embarrassing..." She whispered trying to wipe out tears.

"You can trust me." Namjoon reassured and looked into her eyes intensly.

Because of that Y/N looked down and her voice was still but a whisper. "M-My boyfriend. He cheated on me, couldn't stand how do I look. He said that he need a real woman, then broke up with me."

Her knees gave up, seemed like a confession took her whole strength. Namjoon was able to catch falling woman, embracing her and then sitting on the floor. Small figure between his legs with cheek pressed to his wide and firm chest. CEO's blood has boiled because of her words. In addition to that, it looked like dam has bursted and now she was crying strongly, staining white shirt with hot tears. Y/N's body was shaking terribly, as if it was going to shatter into pieces without his strong arms around her waist.

"He's an idiot." Namjoon said seriously looking down a her.

"It wasn't a first time, I heard something like this..." she admitted quietly curling inside.

"Please don't care about that shit talking, it isn't true." He whispered softly.

"Then why did he do that? Why did he approach me when wasn't attracted to me in a psychical way?" Cute sniff reached his ears. "And why he had to marked it so harshly?"

"Because he's an idiot." Joon repeated with a frown, but she couldn't see it.

"It doesn't matter, even if again someone is going to like me, my looks'll scare them off."

Namjoon sighed quietly couldn't believe what he's hearing right now. His thumbs rubbed comfortly her sides in attempt to calm her down. After some time the tears slowed and quiet sniffes could be heard. Y/N's body relaxed a little, wasn't that tense as before, so Namjoon carefuly put an arm under her knees then lifted without any troubles. Really she was so light, he could carry her with one hand. His P.A squirmed a little realizing the situation.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you." He chuckled slighty.

"I should go home..."

"You can stay for a while, my driver will take you home once you are going to calm down."

Namjoon took her back to living room, where the coffee table was and put on a couch carefuly, then took off a jacket and covered her shoulders with it. He sat beside and pushed back on his nose glasses, hearing her taking a deep breath, then their eyes meet. Y/N froze and fixed her eyesight on a coffee table.

"Sir it's inappropriate. I really should go."

"If I want to be a good boss, I need to take a good care of my employees right?" Namjoon smiled showind his diamples.

Y/N nodded slowly, but hugged her knees, then rubbed cheeks to take rid off tears. He hand her tissue to wipe leftovers and smeared make up.

"I'll make another tea?"

"Yes please."

He got up and went to an open kitchen, to take a kettle with a hot water. When he came back, she looked more comfortable, sitting properly. Scent from his jacket hit her nose, plesant chocolate and honey made her relax a little.

"You feel better?" Joon asked sitting right beside after filling again her cup.

"Yes... thank you Sir."

"And please don't hate yourself or care when people are talking about your looks. You are beautiful." He marked with soft smile.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She clenched the cup harder looking at him meekly.

"Yes, I do miss L/N." Namjoon said with smirk. "Not only me, some people in the office too."

Y/N giggled slighty at that news and a warm feeling spread inside her chest following by blush on cheeks.

"Thank you sir."

"Please call me Namjoon."

"I can't." She sighed quietly.

"What if I want to?" He looked at her, his gaze calm but face serious. Being this close she realized how big her boss was with wide shoulders, chest and strong arms. She gulped slighty thinking about right words.

"Thank you sir, but I shouldn't brag about my private life and problems. It was unprofessional and will never happen again."

"I'm glad that you did. Sometimes those things can dig a hole in a soul and I could reassure you that you're in fact stunning."

Blush on her cheeks was now more reddish and visible, Namjoon smiled showing his diamples, but she looked away. He had none of it, grabbing her chin gently, to make her look at him. Y/N released a shaky breath looking at him with eyes wide open. The proximity was so much, everything become silent at once. She wanted to say something, but he just leaned in connecting thier lips in a sweet, slow kiss. Y/N could feel Namjoon's presence everywhere, his scent from jacket, warmness radiating from his body and soft lips on hers. When they broke away from kiss his forehead touched hers, deep breaths filling the silence.

"I can show you how beautiful you are." He said in raspy voice, causing her to shudder. "I can take care of you, if you just let me..."

Second kiss was more intense, knocking breath out of her lungs. Y/N could feel his scent causing her head to spin, his hands found a way back on her waist. She placed hers on his chest and pushed a little. He held back looking at his assistant if there wasn't anything else, she looked conflicted and hesitant, Joon chuckeled deeply.

"Focus on me." He said caressing her reddish cheek with such care.

Y/N nodded following him, kiss deepened and Namjoon managed to pulled her on his lap, her delicate hands on his firm shoulders looking for a support. His chest released a deep rumble and his lips moved to kiss her jaw gently then focused on neck, soft whimper escaped from her causing CEO to smirk against her hot skin. He kissed her pulse, feeling it fastened because of that.

"You smell so nice." A whisper which caused her to squirm a little.

Whole room was on fire, her skin was on fire it was almost unbearable. She pulled away calmly only to see Namjoon wetting his lips, sinful it was but so goddamn sexy.

"I need to use bathroom."

He nodded with little smirk. "Second doors on a left."

She left his lap a little awkwardly and put away his jacket - there was hot anyway. It was small bathroom only with a toilet, sink, small cabinet and shelf. Y/N removed the smeared make up completly and corrected it a little, also put cold water on her cheeks and forhead. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"What are you doing?"

It helped her calm a little and think what's next, she just make out with her boss for God's sake. Yes, he was handsome and attractive but also caring and kind. It was a mix hard to resist. After taking care of everything she left and closed bathroom's door quietly. The apartment was now quiet, she looked around unsure. Namjoon was standing in front of big windows, which were spreading from floor to roof. He turned back once he heard the doors and just rolled sleeves from his neat shirt up. Y/N really wanted to tear her eyes from his strong hands, but she felt like enchanted, also they felt very nice on her skin, so gentle but so firm.

"Come and see. View maybe isn't perfecy, but I like it." He stretched out his arm to her.

She almost tip toed to him and accepted warm hand, now fully aware of all the rings on his fingers. They were gold, matching expensive Rolex on the other hand. Outside was still raining but clouds formed into unseen shapes and figures, it was pretty dark, but skyscrapes lights were on. The apartment now dim, only lamp from living room and kitchen.

"I would prefer you to stay until rain'll pass."

"I don't want to be an inconvenience..."

"You can tell, that I enjoy your presence here miss L/N."

She looked away shying from him and again this damn blush crept on her cheeks. Namjoon chuckled once more and put a lost strand of her hair behind an ear.

"Where did we end?"

"I don't know mr. Kim." The whisper came out shaky and more quiet that she's expected.

"I should remind you."

He stepped closer, so close that again his warmness reached her to dive into it. This time only his left hand was on her waist, but right cupped her cheek so, so gently. Namjoon's diamples showed again and Y/N could swear that she was going to melt right there. This kiss was passionate, deep and a little messy, his hand moved to back of her neck. Content hum spread through a room when his assistant squeezed his biceps delicately. Soon again his lips moved to cover her jaw with kisses, Y/N was standing on her toes to reach any of his height. Namjoon smirked and didn't waste any time, his hands sneaked under her thighs and picked her up without any trouble, she squealed suddenly looking down at him, her arms wrapped around his neck. He almost grunted feeling that she's wearing stockings under the skirt. Hot kiss was pressed again to her pulse.

"Perfect." He commented.

"What are you doing?" She whispered looking at them both.

"I need you closer." Namjoon breathed into her skin.

Not long after he started walking with her towards next room, he almost kicked door open and soon Y/N was placed on soft mattres, carefuly, delicately. She pulled off - it was probably his bedroom, the bed was big and so soft, cusions in light grey color. Night stands on both sides of the bed, the lights on wall automatically went on, when they got inside. Namjoon stood up and pushed his hair back looking down below at her just like that. There were a lot of pillows she counted six at least.

"Wanna continue?"

Y/N rose on her elbows and nodded feeling hot everywhere. He smirked putting away glasses.

"I need to hear you pretty thing."

"Yes, I want to continue."

"God, you don't know what are you doing to me, when you are so fucking obedient." He took off his watch and wanted to do the same with golden rings.

"No, no let them stay. They're beautiful."

Namjoon nodded. "Any more wishes?"

Y/N shook her head and then he knelt on a bed touching her knees delicately, to spread her legs and moved between them smoothly, the skirt get in a way, but it rolled up to Y/N's midthights. She whimpered softly, putting head on a pillow. Joon didn't waste any time capturing her lips in deep kiss, but he fast moved down to jaw, neck and his skillful hands opened first button of chemise, each opening was followed by soft, butterfly kiss on her skin. Her fingers found a way into his hair, going through delicately, making him groan. Y/N squirmed when hot kiss landed between her breasts and Namjoon smiled, but continued till he reached skirt and last button.

"Can we take it off?" He asked playing with hem of the shirt and locking their eyes.

"Yes."

Namjoon helped her take it off and smiled admiring her body, much smaller comparing to his well built and large.

"Yet skirt needs to go and I'll be content. For a while." He smirked.

Y/N nodded and pulled down a zipper on a side. Then it was easy to get rid of the skirt. Namjoon sucked breath loudly. She was having matching, black underwear with stockings and stocking belt. His eyes wandered on her skin slowly, intensly and greedyly.

"You don't like it?" She asked with a worry then her gaze running at the side.

"I love it. Now I can't look at your pencil skirt in the same way." He chuckled lowly, causing her also to smile.

"Can I touch you?" Y/N asked in small voice her eyes trailing to his crips shirt, which also happen to have buttons.

"Touch me, bite me, scratch me. Anything you like angel." Namjoon grabbed her hand and put it on his chest.

She also started to opening his shirt, feeling only strong muscles beneath hot skin and felt need to touch it more and more. He smiled into her lips when all the buttons were opened and she slid down the shirt, slowly exploring now naked shoulders and arms. CEO hummed with satisfaction, his thumbs made a cricles on her ribs. Y/n giggled softly.

"It tickles."

"Sorry." He said into her collarbone, the shifted down reaching the panties and belt, placing both of his hands on her hips and pressed long, open mouthed kiss on a stomach, then looked up locking their eyes and rubbed the belt.

"I know how to take if off." He said proudly.

"You do?"

"It happens to be a very useful skill."

Namjoon carefully freed stockings from attachments and took off first one slowly looking only into Y/N's eyes and gave a kiss to her calf, doing the same with second stocking, then he turned material of the belt a little and opened it like a bra, then sent it flying across the room. She laughed covering lips with a hand, but still a shaky breath managed to escape after he pressed a finger between her breats and touched a bra.

"What about this?" He asked with a deep voice, eyes slowly clouding by desire.

Y/N bite her lip, then took it off all by herself. Automatically her arms went to cover nudity, but Namjoon grabbed her elblow gently.

"Don't. Relax." He put her hand at his neck, then leaned in to kiss exposed skin, when his other hand touched a nipple and started to play with it. Y/N moaned softly closing eyes.

Despite being wrapped by a pleasure she asked anxiously. "Aren't they too small?"

"I don't care, they are perfect."

She felt extra blush on her cheeks and smiled involuntarily.

"Actually, I love small, cute things." He smirked hearing her giggle.

He pressed to her, she could feel his hard dick rubbing her clit just perfectly and Namjoon released low groan kissing her passionately.

"I need to be inside you."

His hand slid down reaching her inner thighs and caressed skin gently. Y/N shudder and felt wetness gushing out of her.

"I need you inside me." She said quietly in response.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed, they both got rid of her panties, she was so wet Namjoon grunted, when she started to undo his belt. He took off the expensive trousers along with boxers, going back between Y/N's thights. She reached for his dick and wrapped her fingers delicately around it. Now he shuddered almost closing eyes.

"No teasing." Namjoon marked hurriedly.

She nodded and he touched her slit, then hummed contently rubbing in lazy circles her clit and Y/N moaned shamelessly.

"Let me know if something isn't right."

She nodded and kissed him tenderly, he responded with soft grip on her waist looking between their bodies.

"You are so tiny..." he grunted and sighed at skin to skin contact. "I'll be gentle."

Comparing to a lot of things, she was indeed tiny. Namjoon leaned in kissing her passionately, when pushing slowly his hips, Y/N mewled sinfuly and clenched around him. He did it slowly to make it easier to accommodate to stretch and she was greatful for that. The room disappeard, there were only them pressed tightly to each other. When his hips were flush against hers Namjoon groaned and pressed hasty kiss on her neck. She tenderly wrapped hands around his shoulders and her eyes rolled into skull, she felt so full and so hot everywhere. It was like heaven. He pressed soft kiss to her collarbone and started to move slowly and she clenched again.

"Shit, how am I supposed to control myself, when you feel so good?" Namjoon asked and hissed, the pleasure was unmatched.

"Then don't. I trust you." A heated whisper fell into his ear.

Low groan escaped his throat and his pace went faster. He rose her thigh and wraped it around his hip now reaching deeper and earning the cutest whine. Namjoon also made sure that his hands aren't leaving her body, cupping Y/N's cheeks during a kiss or making lazy circles on her skin. Soon, her breath was fast and deep and he smirked connecting their foreheads gently.

"You're close angel?"

"Y-yes."

Namjoon just felt so right against her body, giving her all the pleasure she needed, but didn't ask. It was truly a new experience.

"You're so good for me darling."

"Harder p-please." Y/N mewled weakly and Namjoon released a shaky breath.

"Say that again.

"Please."

His thursts fastened and became more raw. The way her's velvet walls hugged his cock, made him twitch. Y/N could feel her skin tingling and limbs went numb when she started cumming. Namjoon sealed her lips in passionate kiss, feeling her small body shuddering strongly under him. The softes whimper left her lips muffled and he stopped, then cupped her cheeks with a sly smile.

"Oh God. It was amazing." Y/N stated with a deep blush.

CEO only chuckled looking straight into her eyes, which were a little misty.

"Do you want to go another round?" He asked shamelessly their noses touching.

"Yes." She giggled and kissed him.

He started to move again with slow, but deep strokes now. After first orgasm, she knew that second will follow soon and a particular brush against her sweet spot made her dig nails into his back, leaving crescent marks. A soft squeal left Y/N's lips when she felt Namjoon biting her shoulder, then licking it. His hips stutter when once again she clenched around him. He was close to high and twitching inside her.

"I'll take a pill." She whispered softly.

After these words his pace quickened and she moaned into his lips. The pressure was building fast in her abdomen and Namjoon was slapping his hips against hers, chasing his release.

"Say my name." He demanded with a grunt.

She looked at him little confliced but goddamnit they were fucking right now, it couldn't become more inappropriate.

"Come on."

"Namjoon." She breathed into his lips, causing him to shudder and take a wild pace.

Y/N came clenching hardly around him, seeing stars and after that he was breathing harshly and spilling himself inside her. Namjoon's head fell on her chest. They both were panting.

"Thank you... for showing me." She whispered after a while, still in a bliss.

He chuckled playfuly and lifted head to look at her. His lips reached her forehead with a tender kiss, he grabbed the duvet and covered them both, then rolled, having her on top of him. Y/N blinked clearly not understaning and fighting a exhaustion. Namjoon kissed her hair.

"Sleep, I'll wake you up."

"But..."

"Hush. It's okay, rest."

Y/N didn't protest more, carefuly putting head on his wide chest, then closing her eyes. She had to be really tired, because soon, the room was filled with quiet, but calm snores. Namjoon was looking at her with eyes shining, his fingers were making shapes on her back gently. He fell asleep with chest filled with a warm feeling to the brim.

Morning came and sunlight hit her face mercilessly. Y/N scruntched her nose and slowly opened eyes, covering them weakly by a hand. Her ears were filled by silence, she felt strong arms on her waist. Namjoon was still sleeping like an angel, so beautiful like that, his skin radiating in morning light. She smiled observing his face and shifting a little, to take off her weight from his body, only put leg over his waist, head still on his chest and hugging him around smooth waist. It was so peaceful, that she wanted to stay there forever. Soon Namjoon's eyes flickered and he woke up. His hand with golden rings brushed hair from her face then tenderly caressed her cheek. Y/N smiled lazy, opening eyes and looked at him with shyness.

"Good morning angel." His morning voice was deep and horse, then he pressed soft kiss to her temple.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep good?"

"Like a baby." Y/N giggled softly.

"That's good to hear."

They were lying in a bed, comfortable and peaceful. She put her head back on his chest, listening to steady heartbeat, he was lazily drawning shapes on her back. It was Saturday so they could stay like this.

"Are you hungry? If I remember correctly, you didn't eat any supper yesterday."

"Maybe a little and you have right, I didn't."

"I'm not the best cook, but let's do some breakfast."

Y/N nodded and sat on the bed looking for her clothes from an yesteday. She wrapped duvet around her and didn't see that Namjoon actually couldn't tear his eyesi from her.

"Wait." He stood up then put on his briefs and walked to wardrobe. He picked fresh, but casual shirt and turned back to her. Y/N blushed heavily at his idea, but nodded and accepted it. She put it on, it was so big that it reached around her knees.

"Thank you." She smiled softly.

He grabbed her hand, so small and lead her to the kitchen. He made her tea, when she picked up ingredients for a vegetable salad.

"Would you like some toast?" He asked unsure scratching his nape.

"Yes, do you have any jams?"

"Of course, unfortunately I know someone who hasn't." He responded with a smirk.

She looked at him questioningly, but he brushed it off. Once they sat down and started to eat, silence filled the apartment. Namjoon was looking only at her, causing her cheeks to go reddish once more.

"Can we see each other tomorrow?" He asked looking at her carefuly.

"I- I have things to do..."

"It's okay, I know this was... unexpected." Namjoon smirked and she giggled.

"Unexpected, but very nice." She said with shyness in her voice.

"Great to hear that."

They ended up talking casualy about small things, but after a breakfast she went to picked up her things. Namjoon insisted her to take a shower and meanwhile he changed clothes into something more appropriate, but not so elegant as yesterday. There was casual shirt followed by jeans. He was tempted a little to enter a bathroom, but somehow resisted this idea. Feeling Y/N smell like his shampoo made his stomach squeeze. He exhaled loudly and smiled widely.

"I'll drive you."

"There's no need I..."

"That's not under negotiation." Namjoon stated grabbing his keys.

Again he grabbed her hand and they went out of the apartment. His car was in underground parking, they talked a little, she was asking about living in such area. Y/N gulped seeing very luxorious Mercedes, but he only chuckled.

"It won't bite you."

He opened a door for her as gentleman, then sat on a driver's seat. Engine roared coming back to live. Whole drive his hand was lying on Y/N's tight and comfortable silence was filling the space inside. He parked under her apartment and looked at her with a smile. She smiled back unsure.

"So we'll see each other in Monday?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Perfect."

He cupped her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Y/N melted into it and it was very hard to break off. Namjoon smiled on her lips, then parted away.

"Have a nice weekend and be careful."

"You too Namjoon." She said as goodbye, then left the car.

He inhaled deeply and wide grin appeared on his face. He made sure that she reached the flat, then drove off.

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The weekend was passing very slowly in Namjoon's perspective. He had to hold himself to not call Y/N during Saturday, but he allowed himself on Sunday. She picked up and they had a brief talk, she was in hurry. He couldn't focus on and get her out of his mind. Her lingering scent in a bedroom didn't help either. The same day he had meeting with the boys but refused to elaborate why he had such a good humor, even if Jungkook was annoying as hell. Also the images of him hiving her on his office desk were haunting his mind. Finally the Monday has come and he was in office point 8 a.m, but his P.A was nowhere to see. Namjoon put on his best suit to look amazing. His hand was decorated by rings she liked that much. He shifted on his armchair and frowned. Inside got his manager with a thick layer of papers.

"Sir it's good to see you this early. We can look up at candidates."

"Candidates?" He repeated unsure.

"Oh yes, as far as I know miss Y/N L/N has filled a resignation letter due to personal reasons. She said she has informed you before."

Namjoon has opened his mouth then closed it, processing what he just heard. His jaw clenched along with fists and for a while he was seeing only red. He excused himself and stormed out of the office, almost whole drive cursing the whole existance, he parked under her flat and went inside jumping over two stairs at once. He had the addres remembered since first day, when he reached right door, didn't hasitate to press a bell button. Softly 'coming' could be heard behind and the doors opened slowly revealing Y/N in home clothes - shorts and small shirt exposing stomach. Her shoulders dropped and fingers started to fidget anxiously.

"May I come in?" He asked with serious voice.

"Y-yes." She stuttered.

Y/N moved to let him in, then closed doors. Apartment was small but so cozy, he could spot bathroom doors, kitchen in front of exit, small bedroom and salon. He turned around, almost trapping her between him and doors. She leaned on looking at floor.

"Explain." Namjoon demanded sounding almost desperately.

"It's my fault." Y/N confessed honestly. "I enjoyed our... meeting, but I cannot force myself to work with you. It's unfair and wrong."

"I can be discreet! And it doesn't explain why you left without a word." Namjoon frowned deeply.

"I... you... I know my place in line. The office is filled with rumors, I'm none to judge but... if I was just another woman to have a nice night with, that was a right thing to do, because it meant something to me." She whimpered helplessly.

"I would ask you out first day, when your shy smile charmed me, but I knew that would scare you off." He said slowly.

Her breath hitched inside and eyes opened widely, but she shook her head violently.

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

She lifted her eyesight at him. Jaw clenched and gaze focused only on her. He looked sincere even determinated. Y/N couldn't even say anything, because he cupped her cheeks, pinned to a wall and connected their lips, putting in that kiss all his emotions. When they stopped, their foreheads were still touching.

"I need you at work and I need you in my private life, I don't care what people will say, you are coming back." Namjoon marked leaving no place to argue.

"But-"

"No buts." He cut her off. "I can be fair towards my employees and just because we're going to date, that don't mean I'm going to favor you. Even without that you are doing a great job."

Y/N smiled a little. "You really think that?"

"Yes."

She nodded and hugged him putting her head on his wide chest. He kissed her hair tenderly and wrapped arms securely around her waist. Maybe his brother were right and one move changed everything? Anyway it was worth waiting those three years. Now Y/N was safe and sound in his arms forever.

#bts namjoon #bts ff #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #soft yandere #ceo!namjoon

[forever-once-gone]

Love Me and Only Me (M)

Pairing: SoftYandere!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Soft yandere au, Established relationship au, a lil angst, some fluff, a sprinkle of smut

Word Count: 7k

Summary: You’re late from work, and that has Yoongi thinking only the worst. Of course you can’t let your incredibly sweet boyfriend thinking all these things. Looks like you just have to prove your love to him in the way that he loves the most.

Content & Warnings: Female reader, yandere themes, unhealthy attachments, clingy insecure Yoongi, mentions of cheating (Yoongi thinks Y/n is cheating), SMUT, THIS IS VERY VULGER SO DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS SORT OF STUFF, explicit content, swearing, dom/sub implications, dom Y/n, sub Yoongi, both degradation (name calling and teasing) and praise lol, makeshift gags, oral (male receiving), female masturbation, penetration, orgasm denial, hair pulling (Y/n has a hand in Yoongi's hair throughout most of the smut scene lol), hickies, comforting through intercourse, petnames: love, my love, baby, sweetie, doll, etc, let me know if I should add anything else to the warnings or contents :)

Author’s Note: It’s been a while hasn’t it. Well, take this small fic as an apology. I just needed to write something, anything really so that I could get the juices running while I work on some longer ideas that I have. I also would like some of your input on what I should work on next so please read my note at the end :). This is the first time I'm writing smut so please take it easy on me lol. And let me know what you think! And as always, enjoy! 💕💕💕

The longer you took at work, the more Yoongi worried. He wanted to be good for you, stay at home quietly as he waited for you to finish your tasks, trusting that you’ll come home, but with each passing minute that you were late, the antsier he got. He wanted to trust you, be the good boyfriend that he knows you deserve, but you should have been home by now. Two hours, he’s been waiting on the couch for you to return. But with every tick of the clock on the wall, the crazier the ideas in his head got.

Maybe you got into a car crash. Or what if someone had kidnapped you from the company’s parking lot? You were a beautiful woman, any man would be entranced by you. Just like he was. 

So very beautiful.

An angel.

Glorious in every possible way.

Wait… but if you were so beautiful, it wouldn’t be hard for you to get close with another, right? What if… No! No, you wouldn’t. You love him. You’ve loved him for years now. You haven’t done anything like that before, so why would you now? He hasn’t given you any reason to do that. He’s been good! 

He got a job to help you with the household expenses when he noticed the darkening bags under your eyes last year. And even with this job that he has now, he still does all the chores and tasks around the house just like before; he hasn’t let it impact your life at all! He leaves after you in the mornings, so he can still get you ready for work like he used to. He comes back from his job an hour before you, just so he can freshen up and clean prior to you coming back home. He’s scheduled his hours around you, so no matter what, he can spend the most amount of time with you as possible. So he can give you all the love and care that you deserve. And of course, to keep the house orderly, just like you deserve.

But then again, you always told him that he didn’t have to do any of this. Like the angel you are, you would always insist on helping him with whatever chore he was doing, but with a lot of insistence and pouting from Yoongi’s end, you’d always end up sitting on the couch with a snack that he made in your hand while he continued his household tasks. Each time that he’d finish and finally sit beside you, you’d always greet him with a huffy attitude and the cold shoulder.

Maybe you didn’t like it when he forced you to relax while he was taking care of the house. What if you thought this was… disrespectful of your wishes. 

Oh no. What has he done? What if he was being rude to you. You know what’s best for the both of you, he knows that, but maybe when he was refusing to let you help, it just led to him looking rebellious in your eyes.

He couldn’t even blame you if you found a better, more obedient man. Someone who was more fitting for your love. Someone who could be the person that actually deserves you, unlike him with his insubordination. If anything, he’ll help you let the new man move into your house before leaving, if that’s what you want.

By now he’s curled up even further in his blanket, trying his hardest not to cry as he waits for you to show up with your new man. Silent tears making their way down his face and into the woolen fabric that he had pulled up to his chin.

In his silence, he heard the front door click open and your shuffling as you took off your shoes and jacket at the door.

“I’m home,” you sang out. “My love, where are you? Sweetie?” you called out as you ventured further into the house.

He wasn’t waiting for you by the door like he usually would be, and it was worrying. But then again, you had been held up for a few hours at work today, so you couldn’t expect him to stay standing by the door for you. He may have already had dinner and gone up for an early night.

Yet, through the dark living room, you could see a shadowy blob sitting at one end of the couch. The couch faced away from you, and you creeped up to it from behind, before wrapping your arms around the soft blob as delicately as possible.

“Yoonie,” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you awake?” When he remained silent, you let go of him and made your way around the couch to him. You expected to see his eyes closed, fast asleep, but instead you ended up staring right into his dark eyes. “Baby? So you are awake? Why are you sitting in the dark, love?”

Instead of answering you, he just examined your face and clothes looking for any proof of your infidelity. You hadn’t brought a man back home, but that didn’t mean he was in the clear yet. As he squinted his eyes through the dark, he could swear that he saw hickies and marks on your skin.

His silence only made you more nervous. Was he sick? Was he upset? You had to know what was troubling your boyfriend. “Love, are you alright?” You cupped his face in your right hand, lightly tracing his cheek with your thumb.

You expected him to melt into your touch, ever the sweetheart, but instead he whispered to you coldly, “you’re late.”

“Yeah, my love. Work ran late. Sorry, I should have texted you. Did you eat dinner already?” You continued stroking his face, hoping to ease whatever worries he had.

“You sure it was work?” He was now turned away from you, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you.

“Of course it was. We had to make some changes with our last project because of some fussy clients. Love,” you continued, “where is this coming from?” You moved into his line of sight, hoping to catch his eyes. But when you did, he had tears streaming down his face as he bit down on his lips to keep from making any noise. Nose sniffling and his fist coming out from his blanket cocoon to wipe at his face.

You let out a quiet gasp. Immediately, your hands flew to wipe away his tears. You shushed him, pulling him into your arms as you moved to sit on the couch. His blanketed form fell into you, his face pressed into your collarbones as he spoke incoherently into your skin. You tried to follow what he was saying, but you could only pick up a few words through his sobbing including: sorry, new boyfriend, hickies, chores, I’ll do better.

“Yoongi, Yoongi! Calm down! Baby, just calm down, I don’t get what you’re saying. Shhhhh, shhhhhhhh.” You rocked him in your arms, and slowly his sobs turned into sniffles until he had completely quieted down. He nuzzled further into your chest, and you held him tighter. 

“Love,” you started tentatively, “will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving me, aren’t you?” he asked from his place against you, not even bothering to look up at you.

You felt your breath hitch. Where did he get that idea from? “Wha—What? Yoongi, what do you mean? I’m not going to be leaving you. Why are you even asking me that?”

He sniffled, moving to wipe his nose. “You didn’t come home, so I thought—I thought you were… seeing someone else.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You pushed him away from you, though he whined at the sudden space between you two. “Yoongi… you thought I was cheating?” You didn’t know whether to be offended or to be concerned. But when Yoongi looked at you through the darkness with his large pleading eyes and pouting lips, you ended up going with the latter.

“I just thought, well, I just thought you were so late and taking so long, and you’re never late and I just thought about how I don’t give you enough time anymore even though I try to and then how sometimes I don’t listen to you when you want to help me around the house and then I thought about how you could do soooo much better and then… and then I couldn’t stop thinking about you leaving me for a better guy.” He had spat these words at you almost faster than you could process them.

Once he had let it all out, you allowed him to catch his breath before beginning to disassemble his insecurities one by one. But before any of that, you got up to turn on the light. This conversation wasn’t one that should be had in the dark. When you turned to him after flipping the lightswitch, you were able to properly see his face wrapped in his blanket for the first time that night. 

He had half-wiped trails of tears rolling down his cheeks from his sad, red eyes. His face was flushed from his sniffling and crying, his nose and cheeks a bright rosy colour that just brought out the redness in his eyes even more. His lips were swollen from where he’d been biting into them, and you swore that you could see some blood beading on his bottom lip too. And even though he looked the worse for wear, instead of being worried about himself, his eyes were locked on you. His body leaning forward from where he sat as if he was ready to get up and race into your arms again.

He didn’t seem concerned for himself at all, instead he looked pleadingly at you, as though you were his only distress. 

Your heart ached at the sight of him. You eased down beside him again, and even though it hurt you to do, when he started to move into your lap again, you stopped him. “My love, I think we should have a proper talk. Take off the blanket from around your head and sit up.”

He did what you asked. The blanket dropped down from around him. It pooled around his legs on the couch, and he remained in the center of it. You grabbed his warm hands from his lap, drawing his attention to your intertwined digits. “I was just late,” you reassured him. “I wasn’t meeting someone else. I wouldn’t dream of meeting someone else. Why would I when I have the most perfect boyfriend waiting at home for me?”

His round face flushed at your compliment. His eyebrows slightly raised in interest.

It was a good sign.

“Baby, you’ve been better to me than I deserve.” He opened his mouth to disagree, but you shot him a look before continuing. “No, I’m right, it’s way more than I deserve. You barely let me raise a finger around the house, you take care of all of my needs and wants. You always have my best interests at heart. I could never even think of leaving you. And yes, sometimes I wish that you’d let me help you too, but I wouldn’t ever leave you because of it. Never.”

You let go of one of his hands, moving to cup Yoongi’s face once again. This time, he did nuzzle into your palm like usual, as he kept his content gaze on you.

“I love you. I love you so much, and I could never leave you. Even if you decided one day to never do a single thing in this house again, if you wanted me to wait on you hand and foot—”

“I would never,” he interrupted, his expression hardened with resolve.

“—I would gladly do it for you,” you continued. “I know you often treat me like an angel that can do no wrong and ‘deserves only the best’ but you’ve got to remember that I’m only human. A human who loves you, and only you, Yoongi. Only you.” You leaned in closer to him. “So please,” you begged under your breath, “don’t think you’re not good enough for me or that I would leave you for someone else.”

Your lips brushed ever so slightly against his as you prepared to finish your declaration. 

His eyes had fluttered shut. His breath quickened. 

And then you did. “I love you, my love.”

Your lips met his. The hand you held tightened its grip on you as Yoongi shifted until he sat in your lap. The hand that you had against his cheek found its way to his hair, pushing it back from his face as you continued to kiss the love of your life. His desperation was clear through his kiss as he opened his mouth slightly to give you access to his mouth. His free hand latched onto your shoulder as he pressed his body closer and closer to you until his entire torso was glued to yours. He moaned as your tongue claimed him as your possession, swiping teasingly against his lips, and though you wanted to continue what you had started with him, when a metallic taste spread in your mouth, you separated yourself from his lips.

“Why’d you stop,” he whined, hardly leaning back from you.

“Baby, your lip is bleeding.”

His hand shot up from your shoulder to skim his bottom lip, “Is it a lot?”

“Not a lot, but we should probably still clean you up, my love. You’ve had a rough night.” Wrapping your arms around him, you heaved him up into your hold as you stood up.

Instantly Yoongi started thrashing in your embrace. “What?! Y/n angel, why are you carrying me?! Actually, how are you carrying me?! I can walk by myself!”

“Oh no you don’t, love. I’m taking care of you tonight. I was the reason that you were upset, right? Well then, I’m going to be the one who cleans you up afterwards. And as for how I’m carrying you,” you hummed in mock thinking, as you began to ascend the stairs. “Well, when you won’t allow me to help you clean the house or cook, let’s just say that I get a lot of time to hit the gym.”

He turned his head away from you shyly. Yoongi had to admit that being carried in your arms did something for him. To have an angel like you caring for him, he may as well already be in heaven. Therefore, he allowed himself to relax as you carried him to the master bedroom and then further into the ensuite bathroom. 

You placed him down onto the counter, before grabbing a face towel to moisten with warm water from the faucet. You then stepped back to him, Yoongi spreading his legs to allow you to stand between them. With the wet towel, you first wiped at his eyes. Melting away the dried tear tracks and sweat from his crying session. You tediously but gently swiped from his cheeks to his chin and to his neck, before moving to the dried blood on his lips.

“You need to stop biting your lips when you get nervous, Yoongi,” you told him, eyes flitting to his briefly before focusing back on the task at hand.

He knew that, after all you’d been telling him this throughout the many years you’ve been together, but old habits die hard. And even when he thinks he’s gotten over them, in times when he’s tense, it’s like all of his hard work to be better flies out the window.

“I’ll try,” Yoongi promises you.

Once you’ve gotten the blood off of his lips you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. You then move to grab some of his moisturizer from beside him and spread a generous amount over his puffy-from-crying skin. His eyes flutter shut at your feather-light touch, basking in his angel’s generosity. When your hands leave his face he turns to look at you, his legs swinging slightly off the counter, as he watches you put toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

“Oh no!”

You turn to him immediately. “What?”

“We didn’t have dinner! I had put it into the fridge since you were late and I thought we could eat together later, but then I completely forgot about it. I’ll warm some up for you right away.” He began to get down from the counter, but you stopped him by making your way back between his legs.

“Are you hungry, Yoongi?” you asked him.

He shook his head. Truthfully he had lost his appetite a long time ago when he had begun to imagine you with another man earlier that evening.

“I’m not either, love. I just want to take care of you. We can skip dinner for one night, it’s okay. We can just have it for lunch tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded. If that’s what you thought was best, he’d never disagree.

“Okay, open up.”

Yoongi allowed you to brush his teeth for him. As you did, his eyes roamed the expanse of your skin that he could see. He inspected your neck for hickies or marks, but your skin was clear. He felt his shoulders drop as some of his tension left him.

It was a bit odd for you since you’ve never brushed someone’s teeth before, but after seeing how distraught he was this evening, you wanted to love on him a little extra. Even if you had to figure things out, like brushing someone else’s teeth for them, along the way.

When you finished, you gave him a small cup of mouthwash and once he had gargled and spit it out into the sink, you carried him from the bathroom to your bed. You sat him down at his end, before venturing into his closet to get some clothes for him to change into. You found a pair of sleep shorts and a loose tank top that he loved to wear to sleep, and figured they would be good enough for him. When you went back to him, you found him sitting right where you left him, playing with his fingers before he looked up at you. He put out his hands to grab his clothes, but you pulled them away from his grasp.

“Let me.”

Yoongi flushed once again, but agreed nonetheless. You helped him out of his clothes before slipping on his night ones. The whole time, Yoongi refused to look you in the eyes, embarrassed by having you do all this for him. You just smiled at his cuteness. Pressing a kiss to his face between each step of the changing process.

“All done, love. Now lie down while I get ready, okay? I’ll only be a minute.” You gave him one last kiss on his lips before going to get ready yourself.

When you came out of the bathroom, you found Yoongi curled up in bed with his eyes closed, likely already asleep. It brought a smile to your face. He needed the rest.

You switched the lights off before going to your closet to change. Finally, you made your way to bed, crawling into the spot behind him. You reached out, wrapping your arm around his waist and pulling him flush against your front. Sleep always came easier for the both of you when he was in your embrace. You let out a deep breath against his nape, glad that you could finally rest with him.

You were nearly asleep when Yoongi began shifting, turning to face you. Fluttering your eyes open, you were met with Yoongi’s features cast with lines of light that had managed to escape through your curtains. His eyes were surprisingly wide considering you had thought he had been asleep.

“You’re awake, love?” you mumbled to him.

Yoongi nodded. He pushed your shoulders to move you onto your back, before slotting himself into the crook of your arm, half laying over your body, one of his legs thrown over your waist.

“Go to sleep, Yoonie.” You pressed a kiss to his temple. You closed your eyes, but then Yoongi was moving again. You felt his hips pressing into your thigh, slow deliberate movements rocking your body as he let out soft gasps into your skin. The feeling of his hard cock against you, began flooding your mind with every press.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

He looked up at you from his spot, a vulnerable look on his face. “You really won’t leave me right?”

“Of course not, love.”

He distanced himself from you, before moving to hover over you. Both of his arms held him up from their place on either side of your head. He closed the distance between you, giving you a timid kiss, before whispering, “prove it.”

It seemed that your boyfriend needed some more loving before bed, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Immediately you flipped the both of you over, your positions switched so now Yoongi was under you as you held yourself up above him. “I don’t think I quite understand what you want, love,” you teased. “Can you be more clear?” You began to mouth at his collarbones, leaving open mouthed kisses as you trailed up to his jaw. You kissed him, and he looked up at you with his rosy cheeks. You raised an eyebrow at him, sending him a smug smile. “I can’t help you if you don’t say it. Say it, my love.”

“Touch me, Y/n.” His voice filled with desire. “I need you.”

Grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger, you asked, “are you forgetting something?”

“Please?” he begged.

“Good boy.” You smiled. Your lips immediately met his as his arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to him. He stole the breath from your lungs as he refused to let you move even a millimeter away from him, as one of your hands roamed his body. You smoothed your fingers over his shoulder, down his chest, and then his abdomen, and then you began to draw your finger over the waistband of his shorts. He whined into your mouth, one of his hands coming down to grab at your wrist, trying to move it where he wanted it most. But before he could you instead grabbed his hand and held it against the pillow above his head.

“Someone’s impatient,” you laughed. “Let me take my time with you, love. I want to appreciate every part of your beautiful body. You’ll let me, won’t you? Let me use you like I please?”

“Yes, Y/n. Whatever you want, do whatever you want. I’m yours,” he professed into the air. His voice was breathy, his need oozing into his words and groans. The fact that his body was so clearly asking for more, yet he was still willing to take it slow for you lit some complex inside of you.  His compliance made you want to completely wreck him.

Truly what a good boy.

With a smile, you moved lower, until your face was over his stomach. You glanced up at him, just to meet his heated gaze as he looked down the bridge of his nose at you. His dark lashes hid his eyes. Fuck was he pretty.

You ran your hand along the hem of his tank top, before sliding your hand underneath. You drew shapes into his stomach with the tip of your finger, letting your fingers draw low, just enough to cause a hitch in his breath before you brought them back higher. When his whines grew quicker, more disheartened, you thought you should be a bit nicer.

“Pretty boy,” you cooed at him. “Is it okay if I…” your hand skirted down to the large bulge in his sleep shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide his arousal, “...touch you down here?” You closed your fist around his dick, squeezing just barely.

A series of affirmations spewed between his slightly parted lips, his head falling back onto the pillow.

“Yeah?” you teased. “I’m not sure, I can’t really hear you. Is this okay? Does it feel good?” You couldn’t turn away from him, his sweet, lustful expression too delicious to miss for even a few seconds.

“Please! Yes, Y/n, so good. More, Y/n. More!” The words fell from his mouth in an incoherent mess, followed by more and more pleas for you to stop your teasing and do more. His hips raised to urge you to tighten your hold on him. 

More.

He needed more.

You pulled your hand away. “What did I tell you?” you demanded.

But he was too out of it to think back. It was insane how little you had to do to rile Yoongi up. He was so much more sensitive and responsive than any of your past partners. Even now, just from some simple palming and kisses he was out of his mind with pleasure. Sometimes you worried that he was faking it, but with his cute sounds and fucked out expression paired with his adorable behaviour once you’re doing your aftercare with him guaranteed that he was as truthful as he was beautiful.

“I–I can’t remember. Y/n, please.” He begged, his lips pouting. “I need more.”

“I told you to take what I give you.” He looked up at you with a hint of nervousness. “While I love your begging, that’s not what I want today.”

What were you gonna do? Would this lead to a punishment? Yoongi thought.

“Even though you’re not following orders today, I’m feeling nice so I’ll let you off easy.”

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. But he had to admit that a part of him was disappointed.

“But!” You directed his attention back to you from his brief moment of consolation. “That doesn’t mean that I’ll let you continue. If you can’t keep your slutty little pleas to yourself, then I’ll make you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as you pulled the front of his tank top up his chest and stuffed the bunched fabric into his mouth.

Not the best gag, you thought. But, it’ll have to do. “Good. Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you unless it’s one of your charming little moans. Do you understand?”

Yoongi agreed with a nod.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his sweat beaded forehead before making your way back down to his cock. You noticed as you took him into your hands that it was even harder than before, and when you pulled down his shorts just enough for it to jump free you saw a good amount of precum on his pink tip.

You smirked up at your boyfriend. “Somebody really liked me gagging them, huh?” you asked with a chuckle, your laugh only getting louder as his eyes shot away from you in embarrassment. “Awww,” you cooed with a fake pout. “Don’t be shy now, I know how much you like a little manhandling. What a filthy whore.”

Yoongi’s cock jumped at your words, leading to it brushing briefly against your lips. “Wow, look at that Yoongi, even if you deny it, your cock loves to let me know how salaciously you crave humiliation.” You gave a slow lick to the head, allowing him to see the precum gather on the tip of your tongue. “Isn’t that right?”

Yoongi could only moan into the fabric, eyelids flickering from the pleasure of finally having you give him what he wants.

“I don’t even need to hear your words, your muffled moans are telling enough.”

And with that you engulfed him into your mouth, taking in as much as you could all at once. Yoongi’s hips jutted up from the bed, pushing himself deeper down your throat. The slightly salty taste of his precum coating your tongue as you began bobbing your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the slightly painful feeling of his  dick hitting the back of your throat became more and more intense. You swirled your tongue around his tip every time he would pull almost entirely out of your mouth, each time leading to his hips humping into your mouth again.

Though your eyes began to get blurry from the reflex tears, the sight of Yoongi grunting into his makeshift gag with every twist of your tongue or when you hollowed your cheeks still made heat surge through your body. The heat reached its destination deep inside of you. You could feel your arousal begin to seep out of you and coat your soiled panties. The picture perfect view you had of Yoongi with beams of light illuminating his face twisted in pleasure made your arousal even worse.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and so you snuck your hands into your shorts and then your underwear and began to rub tight circles into your clit. You could feel the coil inside of you tighten with each turn of your fingers.

And Yoongi? Well, your new moans of self-indulgence added a whole new level to his senses. The vibrations of your groans of pleasure around his cock was toe-curling and almost too much for him to handle. His hands flew to your head, threading themselves through your locks and guiding you up and down his dick. He wished you’d allow him to let you know how good you were making him feel, but the gag reduced him to a slobbering mess, the only way for him to show his content with his subdued whimpers and groans.

Through the noises of the messy blowjob you were giving him, he could still hear the sounds of your wet pussy as you dragged your fingers through your slit for a second before focusing back on your clit. He could hear your arousal and he wished that he was pumping in and out of your pussy right now instead of your mouth. He loved your mouth, don’t get him wrong, but seeing you take him inside of you sent his neurons a different sort of high.

Still in this moment, he could feel himself getting close to his end, a few more pumps and a few more licks of your tongue against the veins of his cock and he’d be gone, coating your throat with his seed. He couldn’t wait to see you take every drop that he gave you, already imagining how you’d throw open your mouth to show the mess he’d made before swallowing his load. The thought made him speed up his thrusts, fingers pulling at your hair, his tongue itching to hang out of his mouth in satisfaction but the gag stopped him before he could.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the tightness in his body to snap, when you pulled yourself off of him with a pop. His sobs were instantaneous, the pain of the release that was stolen from him causing him to look at you with tears streaming down his face. He would have asked why, but in his current predicament the most he could do was cry as he searched your face for an explanation.

And luckily you did. “If you thought you’d get to cum anywhere other than inside my pussy, you really must be an idiot.” Your eyes flashed as you began to fully and properly take off his shorts from where they were bunched around his thighs, throwing them somewhere off the bed. “Like I’d ever waste even a bead of your cum.” You pulled up your top, revealing your beautiful tits. 

His hand moved on his own to grab one of them, as you pulled off your shorts and panties. His fingers pinched at your nipple shyly, hoping that you wouldn’t smack his hand away. Fortunately, you were too busy with your clothes to care. Besides, if it made your doll happy, why would you ever stop him?

“I bet,” you started again, “if it was up to you, though, you’d let anyone take your load, hmm?” You met his eyes, daring him to agree. “Isn’t that right, my corrupted doll? A fucked-out pillow prince like you wouldn’t care where or even who was the one coated in his ejaculation, would he?” You climbed up his body until you were face-to-face with him. “You would let anyone take you if it meant you got your release, wouldn’t you?”

Yoongi shook his head, yelling disagreements into his gag that he would never. You were the only one for him. In his mind, he doubted he would even be able to reach his end with anyone else.

A sly grin adorned your face as your beautiful boyfriend let you know how much he craved you, not that you could understand him through his gag. How only you could ever make him the subservient way that he was now. Only you. It would only ever be you.

You scoffed, though with a hint of pride, as your doll quieted down to hear what you had to say. “Then again,” you drawled. “My Yoonie loves me too much to do anything of that sort, right?”

He nodded enthusiastically, happy chirps being heard through his gag.

“That’s what I thought.” Your confidence poured out of you, filling the air around the two. Fuck, Yoongi loved seeing you all prideful like this. It made him so happy to know that his adoration for you was one of the—if not the—major sources of your hubris.

This was the only way he wanted to see you. Filled with confidence and lust for him.

“Lucky for you, my dear. I love you too.”

He could have cum right then and there.

“I mean of course I do, after all, look at what you’ve made me do to my panties.” You brought out the lacy black panties that you had been wearing in front of his face. You showed him the translucent slick that had soaked through the fabric, making the dark fabric even darker. 

“Better yet, why don’t you get a good look at the source.” You scooted up over his body, until you were kneeling over his face. “Uh uh uh, don't look away!” You grabbed him by the hair and forced his bashful eyes to meet your wet slit. 

You noticed how he attempted to move out of your grasp and close the gap between his face and your pussy. 

“Does pretty boy want a taste?” You brushed your fingers soothingly through his hair, letting him relax before you moved to what you wanted to do next and to give him a chance to back out if he was feeling overwhelmed in any way and didn’t want to continue.

Yoongi agreed through his gag, and though it was a bit hard to understand what he was saying, with a few more approvals from him you were sure.

“Okay then, we can’t deny my love any longer now, can we?” You pulled the tank top out of his mouth, noting just how soaked it was with spit. When you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi in question he only managed to shrink down into himself. You just laughed it off while noting just how fortuitous you were to land yourself such a captivating man.

Even though he was feeling a bit sheepish now, he still understood your cue to lift himself up for a second to allow you to fully remove his besmirched top. And as soon as you helped him lay back down, he moved eagerly forward to latch onto your clit, but you pulled him back by the hair before he got the chance. 

“Did I say you’d get a taste directly?” you inquired, but not waiting for an answer you continued, “No, I didn’t. You don’t get that luxury since you decided to doubt my loyalty to you today.”

He looked up at you with sad puppy eyes. You were always weak for the innocent looks he’d give you, you doubted he even understood how much control he even had over you with his sad eyes and sulking frown.

In lieu of letting him get a taste from you in the way he wanted, you dragged two fingers along your slit and then brought them to his lips. You tapped on them twice. “Open.”

As soon as he had given you a small gap between his lips, you thrusted your fingers into his mouth. His tongue came out to clean your fingers, eyes half lidded as he looked up at you with a long gone look on his face. His mind raced, glad you were nice enough to let him be blessed with your wonderful taste despite his hiccup in his faith in you.

“Taste good, love?”

“Magical,” Yoongi replied, from around your fingers.

“Okay that’s enough.” You pulled away from him, giving him a pat on the cheek before moving to straddle him properly. You faced him while you settled down on his crotch, causing Yoongi to hiss through his teeth at the feel of your warmth against him. The sound brought your attention back to his open mouth.

“Oh, almost forgot!” You reached for your sodden panties from beside the two of you and shoved it back past his lips. “There we go,” you said cheerfully.

Yoongi would have protested what was the second gag now, but with your taste filling his mouth again, he was more than happy to mollify his momentary discontent.

“Now,” you said. “Let’s see how long it takes before I make you cum.” You began grinding your core against his dick, both of you moaning out at the gratification that emanated throughout your body. As you continued to move your hips against his, you leaned forward to press kisses against his chest, leaving marks that were sure to bruise by the morning on his velvety skin.

The hickies paired with the sensation of your pussy spreading its wetness over his entire shaft caused his pelvis to begin to rise and fall in tune with your motions. His hands coming up to guide your hips, gripping on your love handles tightly.

The sudden change caused his cock to press just right against your clit, washing you with thrill. Both your moans and his groans into your panties echoed around the otherwise quiet room.

“Yoongi,” you gasped. “You’re making me feel so good. Such a good boy you are.” You moaned up towards the ceiling with your head thrown back. “Put it in, my love. I want you to put it in now.”

Those were the words he was waiting for. He lifted you up from his hips, before positioning his cock up. He drew his cock through the sticky mess between your thighs and then eased his tip into you. Both of your whines harmonized as you slowly sat down on him.

You wiped some of the sweat from Yoongi’s forehead, and then you started to rise slowly up before slamming back down onto him. And then you did it again, and again, until you were bouncing on his cock with your head thrown back in content. The feeling of him drilling into you from below caused your walls to tighten around him, consequentially drawing him deeper into you.

Yoongi babbled into the gag, his hands reaching around your hips to grip your ass. His fingers were bound to leave marks. You glanced down at him, and noticed him watching your boobs rise and fall intently almost as though he was in a trance.

You reached down to grip at the roots of his hair again. “Yoon,” you cried, “You make me feel so good! So fucking good. So perfect, so fucking perfect just for me. Always so good for me, fuck—do I make you feel good too?”

Yoongi mewled, his heated expression and moans a great response, but you wanted to hear him say it. You pulled the panties out of his mouth, releasing his pretty noises to bless your ears.

“Tell me, pretty boy,” you called to him through his hazy mind. “How do I make you feel?”

“Good!” he screamed out.

“Just good?” you asked, moving even faster now, the sound of your ass meeting his thighs getting louder and louder.

“Amazing!” he clarified. “The best! You’re the best ever! No one can make me feel like you do. I love you! I love you! I love you!” He continued to profess his love to you. As if it was the only thing his mind could think of with his dick deep in you.

“Damn fucking right you do!” Your chest swelled with pride, a new energy filling your system. Your movements got faster, your hand moving to twist one of your nipples. “Are you close, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” he stammered. “Let me cum, Y/n. Please! I–I can’t hold it any longer!” Tears streamed down his face, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Yes, baby!” you said. “Let out! Cum for me, baby boy. Cum with me.” Your hand went down from your breast to rub at your clit, and together the both of you reached your climax. Through the pleasure, you registered Yoongi declaring his love for you in between low groans. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last bit out of him, as you continued to ride him through his orgasm, prolonging yours with it.

When the feeling washed over you, you collapsed on top of Yoongi, too exhausted to even pull yourself off of him and his cock. You felt him shift until he could pull out of you with a wince of overstimulation, his ejaculation slowly spilling out with it. You panted against him, your cheek pressed against his chest. You felt his hands rub up and down your back as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you.” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he replied.

“I would never leave you, love.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad,” you nuzzled deeper into his chest. “And don’t you ever forget it again.”

You felt him nod against the top of your head, his chin resting on you. 

“I should clean you up,” you told him.

You began to ease yourself out of his arms, but he just pulled you back down against him. “No, wait! Just let me hold you first.”

Who were you to deny the love of your life. And so you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to rest with the man you want to spend eternity with.

Okay, so that's that lol. This is my first time writing smut so please let me know what you think :) Also, I know I said pretty boy and good boy a lot in this fic... but like I love good, pretty boys and they deserve to be praised 😤 Okay, but jokes aside, I'm like very bad at smut so go easy on me, okay?

And now, for the questions I wanted to ask you for my next fic(s). I wanted to know which one you'd like to see me work on first. Send me an ask or a comment on what you prefer, please, it would help me focus on one story a lot better. I don't want to give too much away for the plot so just let me know what you find most intriguing.

Here are a few options:

Yandere!StalkerFan!Hoseok x Youtuber!Reader. Reader will be gender neutral.

Yandere!Taehyung x Reader x Yandere!Demon!Jimin. Reader will be gender neutral. This will be a poly fic.

Yandere!BestFriend!Yoongi x DaycareOwner!Fem!Reader. This fic would feature Hobi, and there would be mentions of pregnancy and children in this (nothing weird, I promise)

Yandere!Seokjin x gn!reader, Fuckboi!Jimin x gn!reader. This would be a yandere jin fic but feature jimin. It would have a lot of jealousy and be set in a uni setting.

Please do let me know what you'd be interested in seeing. And if you have any other ideas or thoughts, please do feel free to share. If I get no responses, I'll probably work on the Hoseok fic next. Idk, it's just calling to me lol. I just want to write for Hobi since I haven't done that yet.

Anyway, have a good day!! 💕💕💕

#yandere yoongi x reader #yandere yoongi #yandere bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #bts smut #yandere bts x reader #bts yandere #min yoongi x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere x reader #soft yandere #yoongi angst #Ev's writing #Ev's yoon fic #fic: love me and only me

[jkoo-njoo]

college crush - 4

summary : college au l when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk × black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 3980, on going story

warnings : a bit angsty in the beginning with very harsh self-talk, description of self-neglect and implication of suicidal thoughts because Jungkook has low self-esteem

author's note : thank you so much @armydgirl for commenting “I need more of this” under the last chapter because it motivated me to finish this in like 2 days when I’ve been stuck on this for months. I’m really thankful for everyone who’s been reading this story so far ! There is one last chapter left. What do you think will happen ? (∩˃o˂∩) enjoy my loves and as always, all comments are well appreciated ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ₊˚⊹♡

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4/ when imagination and reality combines, your dreams come true

- No-thing : there is no good or bad

The morning after you received the apology letter from your secret admirer, and now intruder, you were feeling pretty excited

It’s like their morbid obsession rubbed off on you and you were kind of starting to feel the same ? towards them ?

Was it ok though… to feel this way. You didn’t know

Anyways !

Even though it sounds like you are not making much sense, you’ve had a very fulfilling sleep actually

And it is now time to tackle the daily tasks your world awaits from you : attend classes, study and work

Before leaving you remember to put up the little surprise for your admirer

You already prepared the note in response to their apology letter the night before, so you just install it evidently in the middle of your main table with a glass of water

(you figured since you want them to clean your place they will be thirsty afterwards — hence the water)

Then you attended to your occupations

With an intrigued heart beating hard in your chest from anticipation, and a slight smile on your face

- Any-thing : signs follow, they do not precede

Because Jungkook didn’t have class this morning but he knew you did, he decided to pay you a visit

This visit is special : it is the first one in a few weeks, right after the apology letter

For some context…. it was not looking good for him. Like, he’s been going through a very tough period

When he took the hoodie with him on his last visit, he felt so proud of himself for having the courage to take a piece of you and bring it back to his home

He has never felt this euphoric

He would put the hoodie up to his nose and smell it to ingrain your body odor in his brain

He would wear it to bed and hug himself imagining it was you cuddling him with your arms circling around his waist and messaging his back to soothe him

The euphoria lasted a few days

He didn’t even go back to your place or send letters in the meantime like,,, he was fully satiated

Then your sent started to fade away progressively and he figured he needed to go back to your place

But he realized that… you were kind of actively using this hoodie. You must have noticed it was gone

What if you knew it was him ? What if you were hating him for stealing something from you ?

In his defense, it wasn’t exactly stealing because he planned on putting it back

He wanted to put his scent on it and give it back to you, so you could get intoxicated about him the same way he was about you

But his doubts and insecurities started eating him alive

“What if she thinks you stink ? She would never accept back a hoodie from a dirty man.”

“Scratch that : she would never accept the hoodie back from you at all, because she hates you.”

“You broke into her home so many times and stole from her. Don’t you think there’s consequences to your actions ?

“Karma exists and she’s out to get you”

“Don’t even think you have a chance with her anymore. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t love you and never will again.”

“Hell, I’m sure she forgot you since you don’t even send letters anymore.”

“You’re nothing but a fleeting bad memory, plaguing her brain.”

“Stay away from her, you monster.”

The mental self-harm was so harsh, he absolutly didn’t leave his room anymore

Not to study, not to work — not even to eat

He didn’t go to photography class anymore because he couldn’t even have the guts to face you after all this

He felt so so bad for so long

At some point, he was truly starting to decay and felt like he wanted to see you one last time before dying.

So, he showered for the first time in like a week

Dressed up in all black, popped on a large black bob

And went out, looking for you

It was something like 2 PM on a Wednesday

According to your schedule, you were supposed to be at the campus library studying a bit before your afternoon classes

And like clockwork, right after entering the library, he spotted you from afar

You were at the very end of the long hall, sitting alone with your books and your computer.

Your back was facing him so you couldn’t notice him staring at you with tears in his eyes

How could he let himself rot away when you were the light he needed in his life ?

How could he leave you this way when you needed him to protect, love and provide for you ?

It was inconceivable that he wasn’t taking care of you anymore, and that he even entertained the idea of never doing it ever again

He needed to bounce back immediately.

So, he sprinted back to his place,

Shuffled through his desk to grab a piece of paper and a pen,

And got to work.

He was still crying uncontrollably while trying to put his thoughts onto the paper

After 3 crappy letters and lots of crossed-out sentences, he figured he needed to calm down in order to properly deliver the best piece of literature ever

The one letter that could melt the heart of a statue and that will recover your relationship, without a doubt.

That’s when he came up with the apology letter you received.

Shortly after writing it, he decided on an express delivery to your place,

So you could read it and contemplate on his fate during the night or whatever

And while you do that, he would come the next day bearing gifts :

a brand new hoodie to replace the old one, a flower bouquet to decorate your house and give you a piece of himself and some of your favorite fruits to nourish your tummy and your soul

Their job was to make you realize that he was very serious about this relationship with you.

To remove any doubts about taking him back into your life

This was his plan, and to him it was infaillible.

Fast forward to today

There he was, in front of your door, with his arms full of gifts for you, and on the verge of throwing up and pissing himself on the spot

He waited there a good 10 minutes until someone across the corridor unlocked their door to come out of their room.

Since the last thing he wanted to do was get caught, he hurried inside your place.

He closed his eyes, and almost started to hyperventilate but he managed to calm himself down.

One — inhale… exhale

Two — inhale… exhale

Three — inhale….

On the exhale, he slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the silence and stillness of your room.

He felt so at ease, so happy to be back — where he belongs.

After a few more seconds in contentment, he decided to install his things and get back out

But as he emptied his arms onto the table, he noticed you left a note on it

He wasn’t sure if it was for yourself or for him, so he took it out of pure curiosity

Upon reading it, his heart almost jumped out of his chest

It was your answer to the apology letter.

You responded to him !!!!

Oh my God.

You finally acknowledged him

AND you deliberately wanted him to alter your living space to clean and order your things

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

This was a gift from God

He was so happy, he fell down on his knees and held the note right over his heart

After getting down from the high, he arranged his gifts onto your table and got to work.

He never cleaned a place this meticulously in his entire life

This was almost cathartic

Like he was cleaning his sins away and prepping for a squeaky clean new slate for your relationship to start again from

When he was done he felt very proud of himself and was so happy to have been able to tremendously help you for something you needed

He didn’t plan on writing anything because he didn’t expect you to answer to him ;

But since you did, and he executed your request, he took a piece of paper and one of your cute bullet pens to write back to you :

“I cleaned your whole entire place just as you asked, my princess. I will always do absolutely everything that you ever request from me, with immeasurable joy and love every single time. I can’t wait until I can permanently take care of you and provide for you at all times. I can’t wait until the day I can hold you close in my arms, look straight into your gorgeous sparkling irises and tell you that I live for you, for you are my entire life. I bought you a new hoodie as I promised. I also bought some beautiful scented flowers and your favorite fruits. Please accept all of this as a proof of my endless unconditional love for you. Take care of yourself my angel, and never forget that you are the light that guides me through darkness. If you ever need me again, I’ll always be right here. — your secret admirer”

He has to physically contain himself from taking anything before leaving

But it’s less difficult than last time, because he never felt so fulfilled in his entire life

He realized that he feels the most joyful and alive when he does things for you.

He is now convinced that he truly lives for you, and that you are promised to him.

After a long and exhausting day, you finally went home.

The excitement and curiosity was eating you alive.

Did they come today ? Did they notice the little note ? Did they clean the house ?

You were truly hoping that they did come, and that if they did, they didn’t ignore you, because that would be sad.

As you open the door, you immediately notice how your room smells fresh and fruity

A quick look around reveals that your room is very much clean, as if it had been ran over by a cleaning crew

But the most surprising thing is the pile of stuff on your table

There were : a new and very cool hoodie, apples raisins and peaches, and a large bouquet of flowers with a very sweet scent.

You were filled with glee and contentment

This is the confirmation that this really isn’t a prank by your friends, but that there is truly someone out there that is invested in you

That is so cute ?!

You are so caught up with all of these gifts and new realizations that you almost don’t notice the letter

A new letter from your secret admirer !!!

This is a gift from God

After reading it… you feel like crying.

Nobody ever made you feel this way. Nobody ever went out of their way to make sure that you were good, that you had everything you needed, that you were taking care of yourself.

To have someone you don’t even know care that much…. is something indescribable.

You couldn’t not develop some feelings back for them, even if you wanted to

They were becoming a constant presence in your life and you truly didn’t want it to stop.

This night, you both fell asleep under the same sky, and asking the same stars to reunite you, for you belonged together.

- Some-thing : flowers bloom, even in concrete

The next morning, Jungkook is going to the local cafe for his occasional dose of caffeine, when he sees something that makes him stop dead in his tracks.

You are walking around the campus, with the brand new hoodie he gave you just the day before.

You must have felt his eyes bore holes into your sides, because you turn around and look right into his eyes.

Realizing you’ve met eyes with the cute nerdy guy from photography class, you politely smile and wave your hand at him

Then, you keep going your way, oblivious about what you’ve caused

He could only instinctively wave back at you with a shy smile

He keeps staring at you walking with a bouncy and bright demeanor until you are out of sight

This whole encounter is so overwhelming to him that he has to rush to the nearest campus toilet

He just saw the literal [love of his life] walk around outside with something he choose specifically for her and smile at him.

You were accepting and proudly using his gifts for you. His proof of his love for you.

It is the absolute and ultimate proof that you are also totally in love with him

He could not contain his emotions even if he tried to. It was too much

So, he locks himself inside a toilet to hide his boner and cry from joy

He is as hard as he is happy. This is everything to him.

Literally all of his dreams are coming true.

So, he decides that from now on, he’ll send you more gifts and love letters than ever

Because he just cannot get over the fact that he can send you stuff and you will just… use them ??

Absolutely crazy and groundbreaking.

The next few weeks, on top of following you everywhere and taking pictures of you, he started stalking you on social media

If he felt like a pretty discrete and laid back admirer before, he definitely feels like a total stalker now

But he isn’t a creep, and you’re receptive to his moves. So it’s not bad, right ?

Anyways

He was mainly in search of a potential wishlist you posted or some posts where you expressed your interest in something

He has bookmarked almost all your “I want this 😖” & “I wish 😿” tweets

Each time he would find a post of you wanting anything, ranging from :

New clothes or cute jewelry to plushies plants and books,

He would buy it and deliver it to your place with an affirming love note attached

Saying stuff like :

“you deserve everything that you ever want and need my love”

or :

“as long as I’m alive, rest easy and know that you will always be taken care of”

But, he also had his own wishlist of stuff he wanted to offer to you

Recently, he bought a cute platted skirt that would would perfectly hug your waist and make your legs stand out — in his opinion — just because he thought it would fit your style

(and it did)

He had tons of carts scattered everywhere on the internet, even on lingerie websites,

Not because he wanted to see you in them but because he wanted you to feel good, comfortable and valued in your own body

Ok he’s obsessed with you but. He’s still an asexual

Talking about that, he is not worried about his sexuality, in fact he is so grateful he fell for you because your were so open and accepting

He overheard you talking about never feeling like anyone would love you just for you, and being scared of being used for your body and never finding true love

That there are multiple ways to love others, and that a relationship shouldn’t revolve around sex

He knew that he had all of his chances and he was the absolute best candidate that met all your standards and that could please and fulfill you in the right way.

Also, he doubled the amount of time he spent at your place

(behind your back, as always)

With each visit, he brings your favorite fruits and sometimes restocks your fridge and cupboards if he sees you’re running out of everything

How does he even manage to finance this lifestyle, you ask ?

Well, do you remember: he is a talented photographer.

He was booked and busy before, but retired when he started college due to lack of time and the loss of all the passion and drive necessary to keep up that kind of side hustle

Now that his passion and drive was back — all thanks to you — He started selling his services as a photographer and as a video editor again.

And he was making bank !

You are such a blessing in his life, he will never be thankful enough for your existence.

You were creating all these opportunities for his to grow as a person and improve his life, it was crazy how he changed so much in so little time.

And to recap the state of The Plan ™️ : he’s making Big Moves.

He was slowly but steadily becoming a known and stable occurrence in your life

Half of the plushies you owned were bought by him.

Some of the coolest clothes and shoes and jewelry : bought by him.

The books that you were obsessed about recently ? You guessed it, bought by him.

Even the only pieces of lingerie you had were bought by him.

He was nourishing your body and nurturing your heart.

Seeing you walk around campus proudly while constantly wearing the very outfits Jungkook once daydreamed about has been an insane experience

Knowing that you were eating the food he bought for you and consuming the letters he kept writing and gifting to you….

(he still checked your bins regularly to make sure you were still accepting him)

It made him feel immense pride and contentment.

He was at his peak in terms of interaction in his life right now.

He never made it this far in a relationship

And he knew he wanted more ; but he didn’t want to burn his wings by flying too high too fast.

He knew that patience was key

And he was right because eventually, you were the one to cross the bridge.

- Every-thing : no matter what happens, the universe expands and time flows

One day, you left a note asking for the number of your secret admirer.

It was random, truly, because you usually never answer to their letters directly.

Sure, you would stick a post-it sometimes suggesting a new type of fruit for them to bring to your place for you to try

Or expressing appreciation for an item they bought you recently and that you really enjoy

But it was still very scattered and anecdotical

So much that Jungkook cherished each and every note of yours in a special binder — and if he could frame them he would.

All that to say : that day was different.

You felt it in the air

It’s been 3 months now since the secret admirer thing has started to be pretty serious… with the admiration.

But at this point, you wanted more.

Did you want attention ? distraction ?… love ?

You couldn’t pinpoint a specific need, and you didn’t know exactly what were your motivations ; but you knew something was missing.

Also you needed an answer to your never ending questions

Who are they ? What are they passionate about ? How do they envision their future ?

…Why you ?

Interrogations and curiosity bubbled in your mind like a bottle of sparkling water

You pondered for quite some time about the way you would go to reach your goal

Should you :

ask them to take you on a date, or

invite them over for dinner at your place, or

go to the cinemas with them, or

have a picnic in a park with them, or…..??

The thing is : every option seemed dangerous, especially because you actually didn’t know a single thing about them

Sure, as of now they’ve never attempted to hurt you and they claim to love you much more than life itself

But. You weren’t reckless nonetheless and you’ve watched too much true crime documentaries to even entertain these ideas

So you settled on a post-it note with “can I have the number of my secret admirer, so I can admire them too ?” written on it

Simple is king !

You went to sleep that night with a knot in your stomach and your heart beating loud in your chest as if it were the day before a final exem

The next day, Jungkook entered your place bearing gifts as always without expecting a thing

While checking around as usual, he noticed the post-it on the door of your fridge asking for his number

… Huh ?!

He literally froze in disbelief and read it over and over again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

How come you were asking for his number. His. number.

The plan was working like a charm in such a way that he would’ve never expected in a million years

This was so much more than what he could’ve ever asked for

He did try to think about how to make a move to get closer to you ; but he didn’t feel ready yet and wanted to wait more

And now, you’re the one who decided to take matters into your own hands and accelerate everything

It was absolutely crazy

You. wanted. HIM.

Well… not really exactly him

In fact, he noticed you used non-gendered pronouns to address him and realized that you barely knew anything about him

Progressively, he got down from his high and he wiped the tears that fell from his eyes unbeknownst to him

He did want to give you his number, but… the group project in photography class was coming sooner or later and he didn’t want you to connect the dots just yet

He decided to buy a new SIM card from which he will text you

So, he wrote you back immediatly, telling you to wait for him to be ready for you and that he’ll give it to you soon.

A few days later, he came back and instead of delivering the usual LLOTD [love letter of the day] he wrote a note specifically to answer the number question

"Looking at the crescent moon, I see your face in its bright pure aura. Knowing that eventually its going to become a full moon lighting up the sky during the night, like your beautiful face lights up my life each time I look at you, makes me realize I love looking forward to the future only when I know you're going to be in it."

At the end of the poem, he wrote his special number with a heart next to his usual "— your secret admirer" signature

He went back to his place being very much full of glee, and eager to get a response from you.

When you got home from class, you saw his note and your belly immediately filled up with butterflies

Finally, it was time.

Seeing your emotional reaction to their answer you knew you did the right thing

You were going to get your answers to the many questions you've been asking yourself

But, more importantly, you were going to get closer to them.

You pondered for a long time before decinding on what to text them

You wanted to try and write a poem for them too but you felt like you couldn't match their skill and profoundence of their words just yet

You settled on :

"Hey ^^ this is [y/n]. Thank you for giving me your number ! I can't wait to get to know more about you"

Little did you know that… the best was yet to come.

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[bunnyksj]

Heyooo just came across you your pfp and layout is very beautiful you're jin biased aswell? Also I would like to request and yandere yet soft jin fic also let's be friends haha you slay <3

Epiphany - KSJ x Reader

Summary: Seokjin saw you as nothing more than a fun game, but then he became obsessed. 

Author’s Note: OMG YOUR SO CUTE !!! i’d love too omg, and soft yandere jin is so real !!!

TAGS: yandere!jin, hes a little obsessed with you, but its okay, also coworker!jin again because i am obsessed LMAO, soft, he takes care of you when your drunk omg. 

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Seokjin walked into the office, running his hand back through his hair. He wasn't surprised when you came running over, handing his coffee to him, sitting down next to him, an eager look in your eyes. You eagerly yapped on and on about your day, pestering with questions about his own. He usually just replied with a simple nod of his head and a dry answer. Hoping to get you off his back. 

Seokjin was used to this behavior, of girls fawning and practically tripping over themselves for his attention. But he had to admit, he was impressed by how adamant and determined you were. It had been a full year of you desperately trying to get his attention. He often wondered when you would finally give up. 

“Seokjin!” You called, smiling brightly. “I brought you a coffee, its-” 

“Expresso, my favorite. I know.” He responded, sighing slightly, taking a seat at his office. 

Your crush on him was barely hidden. The flushed hue of your cheeks and you’d stammer and stutter your words when he (rarely) gave you compliments. And the way your lips would curl into a soft smile whenever he spoke to you, attentively listening to every word he said. Even the way you let out small, shy giggles every time he would make a joke, your soft eyes interlocking with his. It was almost intoxicating to him, the way he had so much power over you, you were like a small puppy, desperate and begging for attention. Not like he’d ever reciprocate your feelings though, he found you more entertaining, like a fun game. He wondered when you would finally stop playing. He was strangely drawn to you though.

 He couldn't deny that  your daily interactions often brighten his day. Sometimes he’d go back home, and think about all the things you said, smiling softly. There's no way he actually liked you though, right? 

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Everyone in the office had a small break for the holidays. As soon as he came back, he saw you, bouncing eagerly to his desk. But, it was different this time, something felt off. He didn't know if it was a gut feeling, or something else entirely, but he didn't like it. The way you looked at him wasn't the same, there was less awe in them. Your cheeks weren’t as flushed as normal, your cute, shy demeanor was gone. 

“Hi Seokjin!” You chirped, smiling kindly. “How was your break?” 

“It was fine.” He responded, in his usual cold tone. “You?” 

The words that left your mouth had him in shock. 

“It was great! Me and my boyfriend-” 

Boyfriend? This couldn't be right. You liked him, right? Why wouldn't you? You were the one all over him not even a week ago. You were supposed to like him. 

“Boyfriend?” He blurted out, his tone giving away more than he would’ve liked. 

“Yeah.” You said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Seokjin, I’ve been dating him for like 3 months now.” You giggled. 

3 months? 3 whole months. You had to be joking. You had flirted with him that whole time, right? There was no way you were just trying to be friendly, you liked him. He was so sure of it. 

“That's nice.” He said, his tone flat and colder than usual. Fuck, why did he care so damn much about your stupid boyfriend? He was a grown man, it's not like he never slept around or anything. Why should he care if you have some guy in your life? 

Those thoughts echoed around his head for the rest of the day, trapped up in a mix of emotions. He was quickly snapped out of it when one of the other coworkers slapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, Seokjin! Are you coming for drinks tonight?” 

“Yeah, I’m going.” He said flatly. As much as he didnt want to admit it, he was only going to see you, to admire your pretty features and beautiful eyes. You were like a drug, pulling him in, and he couldn't get enough. He needed you, needed you to care again. He needed to see you get all shy for him, looking so cute and sweet just for him. A small smile crept onto his face just thinking about it, you and your perfect features. 

Shit, he really couldn't get enough of you. You were like a drug, keeping him trapped under your influence, coming back for more every time. He began to wonder what your boyfriend is like. If he was as handsome as he is, or if he was as smart and brooding, and if he has as strong of an aura, like he did. Maybe you just got with him to make him feel like this. Knowing you drove him crazy, before even he did. He had to admit, you were smart. 

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He pulled up to the bar, taking the seat besides you, stealing glances at you every once in a while. 

“Hmm, Seokjin, which drink do you think I should get?”

He smiled at you, watching the way you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration, like this was the most important decision you’ll ever make. 

“You should try this one.” He said, leaning over your shoulder, his deep voice in your ear, pointing at the menu in front of you. He smirked softly when he saw the slight rosiness of your cheeks appear. God, he loved seeing you like that.

As the night went on, more and more drinks were being poured out, he noticed your words becoming more slurred, stumbling slightly. 

“Fuck, Seokjin. Could you take her home? There’s no fucking way she’s driving home like that.” 

“Of course.” He said. Why wouldn't he want to protect you? To keep you safe. He was in strong denial for the longest time, but he couldn't deny it. He was in love with you. And he needed you more than anything. 

He drove you home, gently placing you in his car. He’d go with you to pick up yours tomorrow. He smiled softly, already anticipating the day ahead. As you guys were driving home, he often looked your way, admiring your features under the dim lights, you had curled up against the car seat, exhausted from the night out. 

He carried you inside, slowly creaking open your apartment door. Your boyfriend was passed out on the couch in your living room. He had probably fallen asleep waiting for you. Oh well, Seokjin would deal with him in the morning, as of right now, his attention was mostly on you. 

He walked over to your bedroom, softly laying you down on your bed. He sat beside you, his hand stroking your hair softly, brushing it away from your face, smiling sweetly. His thumb caressed your cheek, feeling your warm skin under his cold hand. 

“Relax, sweet angel.” He said, softly. “Just rest for now, I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” 

“O-okay..” You mumbled tiredly, shifting slightly, trying to get comfortable. 

What a sweet girl. He’d help you with your nasty hangover in the morning, and maybe even help you get rid of your little boyfriend. 

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[candywife333]

Seven Days Are Over Already

Here is the FIFTH part of the JK-Seven Drabble series. These drabbles can be read out of order as stand alones but make more sense when read in order.

This is part of an entire Drabble series based on his recent music release. 

Disclaimer: As usual, everything in  the fic is fictional, and the behavior displayed by the character in the fic is obviously not representative of the real Jungkook.

WARNING: THIS PART OF THE DRABBLE HAS SOME DUBCON/SOMNOPHILIA IN IT, SO BEWARE AND PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES.

The next few days were pretty peaceful for me as I re-oriented myself. I heard from Jimin that Jungkook had been issued a restraining order from me. He couldn’t even be seen near the premises of my dorm, otherwise he would get detained. The man still wouldn't stop calling me though, so I was forced to block him. 

Jimin had told me that he had grown up in a really sheltered household, the type that went to Church every Sunday and shunned any sex related conversation. So apparently the dude was so sexually repressed that he didn’t even have any experience. Apparently I was the first person he had ever been with sexually, which made me even more confused. He got depressed because he had constantly been bullied through school and had very low self esteem. He was undergoing therapy for a month now, but had difficulty being in consistent attendance. He had apparently drastically improved this year after fixating over me. He was extremely cheerful and motivated now, and his grades had improved so much that he had gotten honor roll this semester. 

 How could a guy so handsome and cute not find anyone else attractive till now? If he just put himself out there, he would’ve been boinked on the first day of ever stepping onto campus. Then I remembered that he talked to me about his erectile dysfunction issue. I just found his tale a tad fantastical, I mean, how could I be the first person to turn him on ever, he must be out of his ever loving mind.

On the other hand, I was able to finish my assignments in peace. I was studying to be a psychiatrist and nothing could get in the way, including him. This year was lighter for me, but prepping for med school interviews was difficult. And though I intended to stay in state for med school, I couldn't have unnecessary distractions. Plus I liked the way my life was so far, being single allowed me to focus on myself and get to know what I liked and didn't like, what my boundaries were. Engaging him would make that goal very difficult to achieve.

If his obsessive tendencies were anything to go by, he needed therapy and distance from me. 

As it had already been a week now, he must have gotten over me. With this confidence, I got ready for bed. I left the window slightly open to let in a breeze and settled into bed which was right near the window, letting the cold air filter in  as I was snuggled into a fuzzy melange of blankets. 

I fell asleep easily, comforted by the warmth of just dried sheets wrapped around me. 

Then suddenly, I woke up to a strange sensation. I could feel a cold tongue traveling up and down my nether lips, separating them delicately to lick into my core. 

What the hell was going on?! I sat up in the body, confused as to my surroundings. I was in my dark bedroom, but now the window was open wide. I saw the glint of gold rings shimmer as what looked like a human head moved under my sheets. I pulled the sheets off hurriedly in panic and fear just to see two doe-eyes glittering with tears staring directly at me. I tried to get his head away from my core, pushing him away in a flurry of movement. 

His grip as usual didn't budge as he swatted my hands away, resuming his position at my core, as though he deserved to live between them. He kept licking, making me shiver as I couldn't control the electric cold sensation slide down my spine. His tongue laved tirelessly at my clit,  his warm hands squeezed my thighs. He moaned contently as he licked, as though he were drinking ambrosia. 

Even I tried resisting, his firm arms corded with muscle ripped my night gown as I gasped in surprise. He grunted in a satisfied manner as his hands were met with the texture of my taut nipples. He was in an unstoppable frenzy. I could feel my core tighten and throb as I felt a white blaze overtake my vision. I slumped onto the bed, my back meeting the sheets as he climbed over me to suck at my nipples. He latched onto them as though there was milk for him to draw out of them. His hands continued to trace the lines of my body, outlining my form as he kneaded the flesh around my hips and stomach. 

He pushed his tongue into my mouth as I moaned, slobbering me with wet kisses on my jaw and neck. He tasted like bananas and sprite, what an odd combination. Finally he started speaking in a broken whisper as his hands continued squeezing my flesh, “I-I am s-s-so sorry, I keep hurting you. But I am addicted to you. I j-j-j-ust can’t stop myself. I tried controlling myself for a year but it’s just not working. I don't want to hurt you, I will wait as long as you want me to. We can take it as slowly as you want. But I have to be with you, otherwise I feel like I am going insane. I can’t even function without the thought of you. You got me out of my depression when I saw you reading in the college Green house for the first time. I felt happier than I had my entire life until then.”

He continued speaking as his beautiful eyes gazed into mine, pinching my clit. I couldn't hold his gaze as my eyes closed in pleasure. “I know you were scared of me. That’s why you called the police. I hate that I made you scared of me. I love you so much that I can’t let go of you. I wouldn’t be able to forget you if I tried. Please let me be just be by your side. I know I am not good enough for you, but I will be anything you want me to be. I won't push you to have sex, though I am so hard it hurts, I know you are recovering. Let me just lick you the whole night. Let me memorize your taste on my tongue. Let me come into your window every night to lick you to completion.”

I trembled as my body shook with the innumerable orgasms he was pulling out of me. His cold tongue coated my core to the point that it felt soothing. I pulled his head up to mine, grasping his hair to make him face to face. 

I felt unhinged with him. He made me feel things I never felt before. My logic told me no, but my heart said something else. I pecked him on his lips and his eyes seemed to glitter with bliss, his mouth curving into a smile as I said, “You are good enough for me. I’m sorry that I keep pushing you away when you profess your love for me. Honestly speaking, I don’t have time for you in my life or anyone else.” His smile started to transform into a pout, his eyes shimmering with the start of tears.

I squealed in panic, “No, no, don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry. Why don’t we do this? We can try dating for a week and see if we work out. But you have to stop trespassing like this”.

He smiled , seeming more at peace than I had seen of him til now, “That sounds great. All I need is one week to convince you to marry me. I have the engagement ring ready just so you know.” 

He giggled and fell on the bed wrapping his arms around me, grabbing my butt as he fell asleep. The urge to escape his hold was dying down. I settled into his embrace, falling asleep content in his arms. 

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #smut #somnophilia #dubcon #chubby reader x Jungkook #jungkook x curvy reader #soft yandere #needy jungkook #jungkook x plus size reader #fanfic #SEVEN jungkook #body worship #bts x curvy reader #bts x y/n

[pennyellee]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

title: champagne confetti pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 release date: 24.1.2024 23:00/11 PM CEST - 17:00/5 PM EDT

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem and m receiving), spanking, implied cum swallowing, creampie, soft yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.

author's note: so, ehm, this story got way outta my hands, it was supposed to be a goddamn rom-com with enemies to lovers trope - i wanted to build around the character trope of Rachel Green from Friends because she is my favourite character of all times, what i wanted to build around was how Rachel was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went in a different direction. Nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this fic and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much. See you on the 24th chummers, love you! 🩵

“I know you took it,” you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.

“Took your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise I did not take anything.” Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.

“Don’t play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boy—” You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.

He sighed, weariness settling over him. “You think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? You’re giving me too much credit, love.” Here he comes.

“I said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.” You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.

“I managed to figure that out. A drink?—” He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.

“I don’t want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,” you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.

“Let’s talk, baby.” He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.

As you moved, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.

You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.

“I need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,” you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.

“Those are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.” Your incredulous glare only intensified.

“Are you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? You’ve just jeopardised everything I’ve worked for, and you’re calling this a wake up call?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.

“I can get you a better job.”

You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.

“You can’t get a shit, so give it back to me, and I’ll be on my way,” you requested.

Jungkook’s smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.

“No,” he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.

“What do you mean no?!” you shot back, your voice sharp.

“You were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.”

“What the fuck are you on again?” Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.

You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version won’t get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.

“Alright—” You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.

Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.

“—what do you want?” you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.

“What do I want?” he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.

“Spill it out.” You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.

When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.

“Firstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an “us”. Secondly—” he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. “I won’t apologise for any shit, now secondly?” You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.

His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cock—”

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[aestheticpluto]

Delusion [ Yandere Jungkook]

A/n- He looks so cute

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No One's POV

'𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓨/𝓷 𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓭𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓽, 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽, 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 ' you sighed and threw the letter in the dustbin 'creep' you thought and went towards the library but little did you know someone was watching you from the corner

his heart shatter in pieces when he saw you throw the letter 'No, No Jk they are stress nothing else' he convinced himself shaking his head he also went to the library he entered the library and saw you reading a book he sat next to you ''What are you reading'' he asked ''A book'' you replied ''O-oh'' he also took out his stuff and began to complete his work he was glancing at you every minute ''You need anything'' you said putting your book down on the desk ''What, No'' he replied ''Then why are you looking at me every minute'' you said glaring at him ''It's annoying'' you added and went back to reading ''sorry'' he mumble looking down feeling guilty

''I just want ask you some questions'' he looked at you ''sure'' you hummed telling him to continue ''So...Y/n are you in a relationship'' he asked you putted the book down again and looked straight into his eyes, a little pink dust appeared on his cheeks ''No'' you replied ''okay...Now Will you date me'' he asked heartily ''Depends'' you said putting your head on the desk ''Really'' his eyes lilted up with love ''I mean you're not bad'' you gave him a small smile and got up from your chair you bend over to his ears and mumbled ''You're also pretty handsome not gonna lie'' a playful smirk appeared on your face ofc you were flirting since you were not looking for a relationship right now but Jungkook on the other hand was over the moon his wish came true feeling his cheeks heat up was enough to tell that you were just teasing him all along god this guy is no doubt is a delusion

#male yandere #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jungkook #Bts #yandere bts #kpop fyp #Yandere kpop #yandere blog #yandere oneshot #yandere x darling #yandere x you #fypツ #tw yandere #yandere core #yandere imagine #yandere #yancore #yandere x y/n #x reader #x darling #yandere scenarios

[goonerjoon]

i love your yandere fics! may i request soft yandere yoongi where he’s the other man? the reader tried to keep the affair hidden but he was having none of it so he makes things very obvious and stuff, maybe even going as far to babytrap the reader? 👉👈

- 🪷 anon

standing outside, baby, who is that guy?

here you are!! i hope you enjoyed 🪷 anon 💕 !!!!!! also cw afab terminology is used!

soft yandere yoongi/reader | possessive behavior | infidelity | dub con | stalking | soft min yoongi | possessive min yoongi | top min yoongi | babytrapping | come marking | creampie | fluff and smut | soft dom min yoongi | vaginal fingering | vaginal sex

"I love you." You rolled off of Yoongi reaching down to slip the condom off of him and tie it shut. You cuddled up to him kissing him softly his big hands wrapped around your waist.

"I love you too baby and I really mean it when I say I want you to move in, wanna see you every second of every day." Yoongi kissed your cheek running his hands up and down your back.

"Haha I wanna move in too but I like my space and not living together doesn't mean I don't love you." You laughed emptily pushing your face into his chest.

"I know I just wanna hold you all the time." He reached down making you look up at him as he smiled.

"One-day babe one day, but I should probably get home Mitski is most likely starving." You smiled back before getting up and out of bed.

"He's a needy little cat huh?"

"Mhm just like you hehe." You pinched his stomach giggling.

"I'm not a cat babe" He walked you to the front door you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

"Yeah, sure I'll believe it when you don't sleep 12 hours a day." He pushed you against the coat rack licking into your mouth and laughing between kisses.

"I do other stuff."

"Sure you do big guy. Love you!"

"Love you too." As you left Yoongi wandered back into his apartment immediately going to his computer and pulling up a GPS locator, he watched the dot move across the city before stopping, he stood pulling his coat on going out.

You reached your apartment flicking the lights on, and Mitski ran right up to you meowing incessantly the lights from the cars passing by illuminated the dark space, even more, you picked him up and made your way to the kitchen setting him on the counter as you got to preparing him some soft food.

"You're home late." Hands wrapped around your waist causing you to jolt but you turned around to face your husband kissing him softly.

"Mm sorry, the girls wanted to dance a lot longer than expected."

"That's fine just shoot me a text next time." He spun you in his arms before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"I will I'm sorry. I love you." You pouted kissing him as his hands slid up the back of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter.

"I love you too." His hand slid up your dress as he sucked at your neck light enough to not leave a mark. Unbeknownst to you as he slid a condom onto himself and sunk into you and your back arched in pleasure a dark figure stood outside your window watching you two.

As you clocked out of your work for the day you felt excitement rush through you knowing that you'd be able to see Yoongi, your 6 month anniversary was today and it was hard to contain your happiness. Tonight you'd be able to be with him alone for a whole night for the first time in months. You made your way to his apartment immediately pulling up in minutes only to rush up the stairs and let yourself in.

"Yoongi!" You shouted as you wrapped your arms around him kissing him all over his face before noticing that he was unnaturally silent.

"Baby what's wrong?' You pulled back pushing his hair out of his face and seeing the tears on his cheeks.

"Oh my go what happened? Did you have a bad day at work?"

"Yeah yeah I did but it's okay babe. I have a question though."

"Ask away."

"You'd never cheat on me, right?" His hand was like a brand on your hip as he looked deep into your eyes, you felt pinned and scared underneath his gaze.

"No of course not Yoongi!"

"Okay good because you're mine and no one else's right?"

"Yes, I'm yours and only yours." He kissed you tenderly running his tongue over your teeth, as the kiss heated up, he nipped your bottom lip pulling it into his mouth sucking hard. You groaned jumping up into his arms his hands instantly grabbed your ass bringing you to the bed, he laid you out beneath him as he bit and licked at your neck.

"Mm baby no marks."

"I know I know don't worry." His hand slid behind your back down to your ass unzipping your skirt and tugging it down your legs, you quickly unbuttoned your shirt pulling it off, grabbing at the back of his neck kissing him. You both stripped down bare you grinding your pussy across his length moaning each time the head bumped your clit.

"Fuck hurry condom." Yoongi reached over into his nightstand ripping one off the strip and sliding it onto himself as he kissed you your tongues rubbing together. He ran his fingers across your opening slipping two in a once more slick gushing out of you as you moaned while he hooked his fingers upwards.

"Yoongi baby please fuck me." Yoongi sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as he fingered you roughly the loud squelching resounded throughout the room, and your head was thrown back in pleasure. Before you could come he pulled his fingers out pulling you fully onto his lap and holding his cock beneath you, you laid a hand behind yourself flat on the bed as he guided his member into you. You whimpered from the stretch rolling your hips and quelling the burning sensation away.

You ground your hips down onto him a puddle of slick quickly building up in his pubic hair bubbling as you lifted yourself up slamming back down onto him, his hands held onto your waist tightly enough to bruise and you wanted to protest but it felt so good. His fingers slid to your clit rubbing over the hood in short jerky circles making you realize just how close you were.

"Oh fuck babe more more more." Yoongi moaned meeting your every thrust with his own, thumb working over your clit even faster. Your cunt pulsed around him as the heat in your belly grew you spasmed hard your muscles tightening up as you came slick flowing out of you. Yoongi growled working you through your orgasm before he grabbed your waist and fucked himself into you roughy chasing his orgasm. you whimpered when he came feeling the warmth of the condom being filled.

Panting you slid off him before realizing that the condom was inside of you, frantically you pulled it out being careful not to get any inside of you. You hopped off the bed rushing to the bathroom only to see white trickling out of you, gasping you grabbed tissues desperately trying to clean yourself up, only for more to leak out. You couldn't help but cry mortified at what was happening.

"Hey, baby everything alright?" You sobbed opening the door Yoongi instantly looked down his eyes widening in shock at the mess of your legs.

"Fuck babe it's okay I'll run to the store real quick okay?" You nodded hugging him as he rushed out of the bathroom got dressed and left. He returned only moments later with a plastic bag in his hand

"Shit," yoongi said running out of the bathroom again you could hear cupboard doors opening before he came back moments later with a glass of water and a white pill, you gulped both down trembling.

"It'll be okay I promise." Yoongi wrapped his arms around you kissing the top of your head.

"I love you."

"I love you too." You said as you sniffled burrowing yourself into his chest.

A few months passed before you realized that your stomach had gotten very taut and much bigger, it only took one pregnancy test to find out you were pregnant, you cried for hours unsure of what to do but you decided in the end it was best to tell Yoongi.

"I'm pregnant." You said as the two of you were cuddled up on Yoongi's couch watching television.

"Oh. Well, that's okay I mean we can take care of the baby together so it'll be fine." Yoongi grinned at you rubbing your back.

"No, I don't want it."

"What do you mean you don't want it?" Yoongi sat up looking at you his eyes dark.

"I mean exactly what I said I don't want it."

"Why not?" Yoongi stood and then tilted his head his eyes only slits as he stared at you, you scoffed not believing his attitude.

"Why do you want me to have it so bad?" You stood up hands on your hips.

"Because I love you! I've always loved you even when you didn't know who I was! So I don't understand why you have to cheat on me and I don't give a damn if he's your husband or not! I was here first!" Yoongi waved the knife around before pointing it right at you.

"You what?" Yoongi stepped up to you pressing the knife into your bicep blood quickly pooling to the surface as you winced, his other hand holding you by your hair.

"You're stuck with me and I'm not gonna let anyone else have you do you understand? That baby was my last ditch effort and you are not getting rid of it." He let go of you watching you fall to the floor trembling blood running down your arm.

"You're scaring me Yoongi please." You fell to the floor as soon as he let go of you huddling up against the wall your knees pressed to your chest.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't mean to scare you but I love you so so much baby I can't live without you okay? So please I'm begging you just leave him for me? You know how much I love you and I could take far better care of you than he ever could." You nodded letting him pull you into a hug as you sobbed.

Later that night as you slept Yoongi slipped out of bed heading into his office unlocking his computer, he plugged in his camera taking thousands of pictures of you at work, at home, with your friends, off the SD card putting them into a folder with your name. He smiled setting one of you laying on your bathroom floor cradling the positive pregnancy test in your hands as his wallpaper.

#min yoongi #yoongi smut #bts yoongi #yoongi #suga #soft yoongi #bts smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yandere yoongi #tw infidelity

[francenemolove]

Title: Need You

Sypnosis:

Stirring on her bed. Y/N woke up, still groggy from her slumber. Looking all over her room, her eyes met with a confusing yet not shocking scene.

“ Enjoying yourself baby? “ she moaned.

Hearing the voice of the woman he’s been dreaming about snap him back to reality. Trying to get himself off of her he stammered.

“ I – I didn-“ words doesn’t come out of Jungkook’s mouth. Flustered that he was caught.

“ cat got your tongue baby? “ she smirked.

Warnings/Tags: Soft Yandere Jungkook and Soft Yandere Y/N, stalking, Dom reader and sub koo, male and female masturbation, nonconsensual, raw sex ( always use protection ), creampie, riding, titty sucking, blowjob, mommy kink, Babyboy, simp Jungkook, soft and cuddly aftercare.

 Low grunts coming from his mouth while he’s jerking himself off in the empty bathroom stalls of the company. Jungkook was so aroused ever since Y/N smiled and thank him for fixing the issue on her computer earlier this morning. The issue was not that difficult, Jungkook said that

“ all you need to do is to restart your computer and alls well “ and yet Y/N blushed and claimed that she wasn’t tech savvy and that the only things that she can do in a computer is to compose documents and a simple power point presentation. She giggled and hearing that made Jungkook want to kiss her breathless. She’s so cute.

Nearing his release, he imagined Y/N. What her body will look like under him. What her sounds will be like moaning his name, and how her face will be when she reaches her climax. The last thing made Jungkook spill all of his essence on the toilet bowl. Calming down he took out some tissues and wipe himself. He tucked his flaccid cock in his boxers and sighed, he has to go back to work.

 The first time Jungkook saw her was when he was on his way to work. Everything wasn’t going the way he planned. He was supposed to sleep early, wake up early, go for a quick run before having his banana milk showering and preparing to go to his ever first job after graduating from Uni. And yet things went south when he couldn’t get any sleep because of feeling excited and nervous at the same time. That lead him to now, frantic and racing people in the lobby to go and meet the senior that will show him around the company. Despite reaching the elevators on time, he didn’t get in since it was already full. Frustrated, he was thinking about using the flight of stairs when

“ hey, are you okay? Your sweating buckets. “ Y/N queried.

“ I-I was late so I came running, Im supposed to meet Y/L/N Y/N they’re going to show me around and give me a rundown on what Im going to do. I-I it’s my first day today and Im afraid Im going to piss off a senior “ Jungkook stammered.

“ well I don’t think so … Y/N smiled “ because Im the one your supposed to meet and I just came in too! “ she giggled “ nice to meet you! Jeon Jungkook right? She asked while offering him a handshake.

“ oh! Yes that’s him, I-I mean that’s me “ Jungkook wanted to cry, other than he looks like he joined a marathon with how sweaty he was, his stuttering in front of his hot as fuck senior.

Despite the boy looked like a kicked puppy because of his situation Y/N can’t help to check the young man out. He looks so hot, with his ear piercing and taught muscles that’s trying to get out of his polo shirt but even though the man looks like he can rail Y/N till tomorrow he looks soft, someone you can cuddle and take care of.

Jungkook reached out and shook her hand, he was trying not to cringe when his sweaty palm touched hers, he wanted to just retrieve his hand but she reached out quick enough before Jungkook and held his hand tightly not borderline painful but it just felt sure and sincere that the woman in front of him was really genuine. When Jungkook looked down he nearly cooed when he saw the difference between their hands. Hers were so small and soft.

After shaking hands. Y/N gestured to follow her with a smile on her face.

Jungkook new then that he was fucked.

 His following me again. He thought his very subtle with the way his been following her around for nearly a year now ever since the day they met. Y/N knew that Jungkook have been stalking her, and yet she didn’t feel any amount of fear, she actually indulges in it. It made her feel like she’s so special when she’s walking home late at night from the office. She always have to pass by this street that’s filled with drunkards. Jungkook have been stalking her for quite sometime and yet he never tried to approach her. He was content to just watch her via far but that night it was different.

It was a usual night for Y/N she was on her way home when a drunk man started asking for her name, she just try to ignore what the man was saying because it’s much safer that way. Just let that drunk asshole talk it’s not worth your effort and time she thought. But she was surprised when the same asshole yanked her.

“ What the f-! Get of off me! “ she yelled. The more she struggled the more aroused the drunkard was. “ hmm I like bitches like you, you know when to put on a fight. He smirked. “ I’ve been calling your attention whore and yet you kept ignoring me might as well claim you then “

Where is that stalker when you need him she thought. Just when the man was going to yank her hair a loud crack was heard. Things happened so fast, the drunk man was on the floor wailing in pain. His nose was bleeding, and it look like it was broken. When she looked up she saw the figure of the man that helped her walking away.

“ hey! Wait! W-where? “ she uttered.

Coming to her senses she ran as fast as she can to flee from the place. Damn it, she just wanted to go home and rest.

 Jungkook was livid. The moment he saw the smug motherfucker he knew he’s going to step in to protect her. He gave him the benefit of a doubt that he will just do some catcalling and be pissed off drunk and not expect him to go and grab her that harsh. Despite how far Jungkook was he sped up to hit the man. He can’t touch her, he can’t sniff her. He’s hers. So how dare this asshole touch what’s his. Everything was a blur, all Jungkook saw was the man’s broken nose. He knew he have to face her and at least try to comfort her but he froze he didn’t want her to know that it was him, the new I.T guy in the company is her savior. He wanted to do so much for her not just this. He also doesn’t know what to tell her when she asks some question like …

“where did you come from? How did you get here? Have you been following me? “

Or the worst for her to condemn him for being creepy and stalking her. He can’t.

So when he saw that the man can’t get up because of the pain, he turned around and walked briskly away from her not even looking back even though she was trying to talk to her.

“ I-im so sorry Noona “ he mumbled.

  After that encounter every normal person should be weirded out from that situation but Y/N felt so pleased that the quiet boy in their company had come to her rescue.

As days turns to weeks to months and to nearly a year, the same routine continues. She’s so tired of him just following her around at night when she goes home and being all blushy and freaking cute in the morning when she sees him. It’s so exhausting, and yet she knew all about it but didn’t make a move either. She also liked the idea of tormenting the boy most specially when Jungkook just didn’t settle on following her home but also stays for a couple of minutes to a couple of hours. Y/N was quite uncomfortable the first nights she knew he was watching but after that she got used to it. She even started watching porn when she knew that he was watching. She wanted him to know that she needs someone, but alas he just stayed hidden from her view. What she didn’t know was Jungkook touch himself whenever he sees her noona touch herself. He’s been imagining her all the time. He even snuck in her house without her knowing and stole one of her used underwear. He told himself that he’s going to use it back when he’s home but he’s so hard that he ended up jerking himself of in her bedroom using her underwear as he glides in his thick, hard member. Within minutes he came all over her underwear, so satisfied that he has a bit of her essence around him. When the door on her bathroom jiggled it made him panic and instead of bringing her underwear home he shoved it in her hamper and scampered off out her window.

 This morning Y/N woke up determined to finally confront Jungkook. It’s getting frustrating just waiting for this boy to just claim her as his, so when he’s not going to make a move then I will she declared.

The moment she walked in her office with two coffees on her hand, she had a smile on her face. Y/N was positive that she’s going to take Jungkook home and have her way on him when she stopped and her smile turned to a frown.

“ thanks so much Jungkookie! You’re such a life saver! I don’t know what I would do without you! Jennie mused while batting her lashes. Jungkook blushed and scratched the back of his neck, “ no worries, Jennie-shi but I need to get to my office there are things I have to start- he apologized wanting to get rid of her since he really missed his Y/N noona.

“ oh, I understand but I was thinking if you’re not busy then maybe you and I can- Y/N left the place. She was fuming, how dare he be this cute and hot towards Jennie when all he did was nod and show her his big doe eyes whenever she says sweet shit towards him, she grumbled walking away. Nearing a trash can, she threw the coffee she bought for Jungkook since she thought that he will not be needing it anymore since Jungkook got his Jennie now. She decided then to abandon her plan of confronting him.

“ G-good morning Noona! H-how was your weekend? Jungkook queried. She’s so beautiful, he love what she have done to her hair today but ah wait? Why is his Noona ignoring her?

Y/N stood up and left her office chair and went straight to the opposite exit of the office without even giving Jungkook a glance back. He was confused and heartbroken, maybe Noona didn’t hear me? Yeah maybe that’s why. I tend to speak softly that’s why people always ask me to repeat what I am saying he muttered trying to comfort himself. Behind him Taehyung his senior and friend smack the back of his head and said “ Yah! What are you doing talking to yourself alone again? From this rate people will really think you’re a weirdo” “Hyung! You didn’t have to hit me that hard, and I don’t give a fuck if people thinks im weird he said “ I only want, I mean need one person to love me anyway he mumbled. “ there you are again! Come on they need someone to check some computers in the accounting department you have to go now.” Listening to his hyung he headed to the place and kept telling himself that his Noona just didn’t hear him.

 A week passed by and Jungkook wanted to cry and rip his hair off. He did something that’s why his Noona is ignoring him. But what did he do? No matter how hard he tried to approach her and strike up some conversation, all he hears is silence. It’s been a week that he’s making a fool out of himself and the worse thing was his Noona’s windows are closed and her curtains are shut so even if he wants to see her wet cunt whenever she masturbates from the porn videos she’s been watching he doesn’t have any access anymore. Why is his Noona being like this, can’t she see that he’s broken already. He can’t take one more day of this. He needs to let her know how much his inlove with her and if he needs to take her while she’s sleeping then so be it he said determinedly.

It’s been a torturing week to not talk and smile at her Jungkook, but she was just so hurt and jealous. It didn’t help her overactive mind too when that day she saw him with Jennie she didn’t feel and caught a glimpse of Jungkook following her. That’s why she thought that maybe yeah, they went on a date and Jennie got the best dicking of her life. Ooh, it made her blood boil but alas she can’t do anything when Jungkook was just being protective towards her as a sweet dongsaeng instead of an overprotective lover. Well, she actually saw the effort that Jungkook made when she was ignoring him, she even tried to look up when Jungkook was talking to her and handing her coffee. She saw the crestfallen look that Jungkook have when she didn’t take the things that Jungkook was giving and it took so much from her not to just hug and smother him with kisses but her pride was a lot bigger than her affection.

Finishing her dinner, she went back to bed. This week she wasn’t up to watching and touching herself. So so exhausted with pretending to ignore Jungkook she went to bed right away.

He went inside using the spare key he have asked to be made and went straight to her bedroom. The sight that greet him made him choke on his own spit and made his cock so hard. This is the first time ever that he have seen his Noona sleep on her back with her legs wide open. From Jungkook’s angle on the door way he can see that she’s wearing a thin t-shirt triple her size, her stiff nipples erect seen through her shirt and her lacy underwear can’t even conceal her wet pussy. She’s squirming on her bed, her thighs rubbing against each other. She even let out a small moan. Jungkook new she was having a wet dream, and it drove him mad thinking about who his Noona was dreaming about for her to get this aroused.

Approaching the bed Jungkook took of his black polo shirt together with his black slacks and boxers. His cock slap his abdomen the moment he released it. Precum pooling on his slit, he’s so hard, his Noona’s so sexy and his so horny. He gently climbed his Noona’s bed and settled himself infront of her thighs, he’s tempted to just rip her panties and stuff his cock inside of her but he will do that next time. He just wanted a taste of her since it’s been a week that he’s been deprived of her. He gave tiny licks on her clothed center and groaned when he can smell and taste her sweet juices. He can’t help it! He wanted more so he slowly rose from his position between her things and laid himself gently on top of her, with his unclothed cock aligned to her clothed cunt. He looked at her face so beautiful so angelic, he can cry at the moment. He can’t believe that his this close to his Noona after a week of being unreachable. When he deemed that his Noona is still deep in her slumber he gently thrusted his hard cock on her cunt. The feeling made Jungkook want to groan, but he bit his lip trying to contain the sounds that he wants to make because of the pleasure he is experiencing. His feeling so good with the little thrust he’s doing, he fell so deep in the sensation that his slow and subtle thrusts became harder and faster. He also forgot that he need to keep his noises down as not to wake her Noona up but he can’t help it. Before he was just thinking no dreaming about this but now he is in person experiencing it. Stirring on her bed. Y/N woke up, still groggy from her slumber. Looking all over her room, her eyes met with a confusing yet not shocking scene.

“ Enjoying yourself baby? “ she moaned.

Hearing the voice of the woman he’s been dreaming about snap him back to reality. Trying to get himself off of her he stammered.

“ I – I didn-“ words doesn’t come out of Jungkook’s mouth. Flustered that he was caught.

“ cat got your tongue baby? “ she smirked.

Jungkook tried to get off of her but instead she locked her legs behind him forcing him to lay on top of her. Jungkook let out a squeak, he’s so embarrassed but still turned on specially since he had a feeling that Y/N isn’t angry with what she saw.

“ Oh, hmm this feels so good baby, I though I was just dreaming about this. You gave Noona such a surprise she cooed.

“ I- wh-what? Jungkook questioned.

“ I’ve waited so long for you to make a move baby, it took ignoring you for you to finally give in?

“ It hurt Noona, before you you were just smiling at me and then suddenly it’s like you don’t want anything to do with me. Jungkook wanted her to understand the hurt he experienced that week.

“ You went out with Kim Jennie. She said coldly

“ I-I what? I didn’t went out with Jennie-shi. She-she was asking me out but I rejected her! You’re the only for me Noona I promise! Please! Belive me! He said while nuzzling his face on her clothed breasts.

“ Then why didn’t you follow me home that day? It really made me assume you were together Babyboy. My feelings were really hurt you know.

“ I went out with Taehyung Hyung because he kept whining that I never hang out with him so that night we went to a bar near the office. I-I regretted it since I wasn—wait, wait hold on what did Y/N ask her? Follow her home? Did she, she knows. With Jungkooks silence Y/N saw the internal dilemma Jungkook was facing so she snapped him out of it and said …

“ Yes baby, I knew ever since your first day in the office. Ofcourse at first it was weird and creepy that you did that shit but I got used to it and I kept looking forward to it every night.”

“ You-you did? Jungkook questioned with teary eyes.

“ Yes baby “ and she kissed his forehead. And continued saying “ though I was hoping for you to just come out and tell me your intentions, then we have been fucking every night baby. You wouldn’t be sneaking in my home and raping me” the moment the word came out Jungkook tried to get out of her arms to give them a safe distance. Oh no, she hates me, I’ve been so bad to her he thought. Tears coming out of his doe eyes but Y/N cooed and hugged him tightly instead saying “ It’s okay baby Noona was just teasing, can’t you feel how wet you made Noona and it was just me dreaming about you. No more tears baby. Come here” Y/N kissed Jungkook with so much passion at first Jungkook was out of it, thinking that she didn’t want him but the contact of her tongue with his made him realize that she feels the same with him.

They kissed, it was messy with tongue and teeth. Y/N pulled away first and Jungkook whined from the loss but she said “ Come on baby, Noona’s been waiting for you for nearly a year. Always wanted to taste your cock. Lay on your back for me my angel.” Jungkook followed obediently. He was now under her and the sight of her Noona made him nervous yet excited. Bringing her hands to his face she cup his cheeks and said “ that’s my good boy, are you ready for Noona’s mouth my darling? “ Jungkook nodded and moaned yes in tiny. With the go ahead that Jungkook gave she started kissing down on him starting from his jaw going down to his nipples in which she stopped and nibbled one while fingering the other. That made Jungkook arched his back and moaned saying how good her touch is. After playing with his nipples she continued trailing kisses towards his abdomen and gave a quick lick to his navel. In which made Jungkook shudder. When she reached her destination, she nearly drooled when she saw how gorgeous the look of her baby’s cock was. It was long and girthy with a very prominent vein. She blew at it and it made Jungkook squirm.

“ Mo-mommy please! He begged m’ so hard for you, n-need you please!

Hearing this come out of his mouth made Y/N smirk. Oh, he doesn’t know how horny that made her. She gave a tentative lick on the tip of his cock and said “ Mommy loves it when you beg baby, it makes Mommy so special, feels like Im the only one for you she purred. Jungkook tensed up when he heard her mention the word Mommy, he was so needy that his mind was so clouded. He didn’t meant for her to hear him calling her that. But when he looked down and saw Y/N with hazy eyes and a smile on her flushed face he knew it was okay. “ It’s okay baby, no need to feel shy, I’m Mommy and your my baby” she said as he swallowed him whole. Jungkook’s response was interrupted when she finally sucked him. It’s so good having her hot and wet mouth on him. He whimpered when Y/N sucked her hard.

“ o-oh, M-mommy am gonna cu- Y/N released him right away and said “ I don’t think so baby, you made Mommy wait for you for nearly a year. Do you think you can just cum before Mommy? Hmm Babyboy ? she queried. Trying to regain his breath he stuttered “ I- ah no Mommy, but kookie’s so hard” he was in fact hard and throbbing, so much precums leaking from his tip. But she wasn’t going to give in easily, she was waiting for this moment for nearly a year now. “ I want to hear you beg for more baby “ it wasn’t hard for Jungkook, he wanted no needed this too so he got up and went down on his knees saying “ Want you Mommy, need you please, Kookie need your tight pussy. W-want to taste “ that made Y/N raised her brow and smirked.

She laid on the bed on her back and motioned for Jungkook to start. Spreading her legs “ It’s all yours sweetheart “ without waiting another second Jungkook dived in, held her thighs in a vice grip so that she will stay put as he lap on her cunt like a starved puppy. This made Y/N gasp with the suddenness and moaned loudly “ ohhh ffuckk baby, that’s it don’t stop hmmm “ pleased with what he heard, he brought his fingers and started caressing her lips before plunging two of it at the same time. Jungkook’s fingers were long and thick, it reached her g-spot every time he thrust it in. Her legs wanted to give out because of the intense pleasure but Jungkook didn’t let her.

“ i-im gonna fucking cum baby! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop “ Jungkook didn’t dream of stopping anyway, he’s addicted to it already. He doesn’t wanna get back to the time that his Noona whoops Mommy was unreachable. “ cum Mommy, want you to come on my tongue and fingers! You deserve it “ Y/N couldn’t help as she came.

  The room was silent, you can only hear the faint breath that both were releasing. After having the best orgasm she ever had, she finally looked down and so how Jungkook’s face was flushed, his chin wet probably from her release but what made her want Jungkook more was how he was licking and sucking his fingers. He loved her taste and he can’t get enough of it, he wanted to taste more when

“ That was amazing baby “ she panted

Spreading her legs again. “ I want you inside me now baby! “

Jungkook obediently leveled himself on her and aligned his tip. This was it, he’s finally going to claim the woman of his dreams. He’s quite nervous since he didn’t have much experience when he was studying in University, he rarely got to third base with the girls in campus because he was too timid.

He wanted to shove his cock in but he wanted to be good for her so he looked up and said

“ are you sure Mommy, i-it’s okay if you d-don’t wan—“ in the midst of Jungkook’s dialogue Y/N just wanted it right away and so using her legs and her hand she pulled Jungkook inside her and it was the most euphoric sensation ever.

“ so deep in me baby, now fuck me like you mean it! That’s what Mommy deserves after all “

Jungkook just nodded and picked up his pace. Everything felt so good and that Jungkook wanted more. He’s now pounding her pussy, loud grunts coming from Jungkook while Y/N was a moaning mess under him.

“ yes baby1! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“ do you like it Mommy? Am I being a good boy “ he whimpered

“ y-yes yes my bestest boy!”

With her praising him combined with the loud squelch from his cock pounding her pussy.

“ Mommy, m-mommy I can’t, n-need to cum now pl-please! “

“ it’s okay baby, you can cum Mommy wants to cum too !”

They both reached their climaxes together, Jungkook still thrusting still riding their orgasm until he completely drop on top of her. Y/N started whispering sweet nothings to his ear like how amazing and good he was. Hearing all the praise made Jungkook emotional, he dug his face deeper on the crook of her neck. She wanted to chuckle with how adorable Jungkook was when she felt tears touching her shoulder and Jungkook trembling on top of her.

“ Jungkook? Baby? What’s going on? Are you crying? Can you please look at Mommy? she pleaded. They just had the best sex ever, well for her it was the best, so she’s wondering what made her Kookie cry. Raising his head to finally look at her “ M-mommy, I-I don’t want this to just be tonight, I wan-want you forever please! He cried “ Oh goodness! Silly baby, Mommy don’t want this to be just tonight too, I’m in love with you already, no matter what you do you’re not going to get rid of me” she smirked “ Really? I love you too Mommy, ever since I met you! He proclaimed. “ please be mine, I want to be yours, he cooed “ “ I’m all yours baby, now and forever” and she sealed her statement with a kiss on her nose. Jungkook giggled, and Y/N thought it was the most amazing thing she have ever heard. Hugging each other tightly, they said their goodnights and fell in deep slumber.

 “ Ah-ah f-fuck baby! More please baby give me more !!! “

Y/N was tired of seeing Jennie Kim flirt with her baby boy so here they are fucking in the girls toilet.

“ Hmm fuck, I love you Mommy, only you! “ Jungkook proclaimed as he cums inside of her.

Getting out of the bathroom stall Jennie and some other colleagues have a shocked expression on their faces when Y/N and Jungkook came out of the stall. They didn’t pay any mind though as they leave together, but before that Y/N looked back at Jennie and said

“ Just in case you don’t know, Jungkook’s taken so I would appreciate if you back off “

Jennie looked down and just nodded her head.

Jungkook looked at Y/N and kissed her on the lips.

“ Im yours only Mommy “ as they linked their hands together and getting back to their work

 FIN

 A/N: Hi there! It’s Francene Molove, this is my first time ever writing a fic with smut, I’m not very good at it but I hope that you guys have enjoyed it. If there are wrong spelling and grammatical errors, I apologize in advance but English is not my first language. Im hoping to write more fics in the future so if you enjoyed this one and my ongoing series titled “ Kitty Minie “ please do like and follow me for more.

-          Love Francene 😉

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The Truth Untold

Part 13

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SUMMARY

Your life was perfect.. or so it seemed. Then why did you want to go back the arms of your captor. Was it love or something else?

GENRE

Mafia AU, Spy AU, Angst, Drama, Romance, Slow burn, Yandere

PAIRING

Namjoon x Reader (main)

Taehyung x Reader

Warning ⚠️: major bullying!!! Bullies create an issue about looks. Proceed with caution.

This chapter focuses on Namjoons past mainly. It isn't much in terms of length but was it a monstrosity heh 😮‍💨

[PAST]

As he walked back to his house, Namjoon felt the memories of the day go through his brain.

+×+

You both had ridden the bus to a random location. Talking all the way through bright eyes, quirked lips, hands held together. Songs playing on his ipod with the earphones shared between you two. Somewhere along the way you rested your head on his shoulder. It was as perfect as afternoons could be.

Getting off at you'd spot famous for it'd outdoor cafes you had stumbled upon a gallery close by.

One look at Namjoon and his pleading expression and you knew your boyfriend would be looking at art more than you but it's alright you could look at him and listen to him for hours.

There weren't many people inside but Namjoon had found a painters painting he was familiar with. Animatedly he explained its content to you. Dragging you along wherever he went and you felt more like six than sixteen but it was alright. You'd go wherever Namjoon was if it meant the two of you could be together.

Sometimes the thought of the future worried you but the future was far and you were with the man of your dreams. Worrying was useless. You were sure time wouldn't change what you had.

Towards the exit if the museum there was a photo booth,even though it looked almost abandoned you figute it was still functioning, so you both spent all your spare change on it.

Smiling , laughing, pulling each others cheek', you kissing his cheek, pulling out v's and hearts.

The photos come out great. Later when you'll look at those photos you'll think this is how I look when I smile because I'm happy

You decide to gt some cotton candy as you walked down the streets to a restaurant. Hungry after walking the whole day.

The weather was cool and cloudy which had been convenient except the clouds started darkening and rain drops fell drenching you both. Hand in hand you ran to find shelter.

Despite being wet and cold, you still laughed.

"It had to happen just on the day we went out on a date." You complained to no one.

"The weather may not be wonderful but you are so." Namjoon says.

"Why are you being cheesy.... its weird." You say looking outside putting out your hand to check if the rain reduced or not.

"I was human after loving you I became cheese."

"What? Come again."

I love you.

His words were swallowed by the thunder. You turned to face him and instead of repeating his words he pressed his lips to yours. You shivered under his touch.

You put your hands on his tshirt to pull him closer and he puts one of his hand on your waist to pull you closer and the other on your cheek and deepens the kiss.

After a while you break off breathing heavily too shy to look at each other.

"Its cold let's try going towards the restaurant it's not far... and you're shivering it will be bad if you get sick." He says breaking the silence and grabs your hand.

He wants to say other things, things like we won't be seeing one another for a while but he chooses to pretend tomorrow isn't coming.

Despite getting inside the restaurant, you do end up catching a cold which your mom scolds you for.

"Serves you right for leaving me." Lisa added.

You would have retaliated if your mom wasn't lecturing you or if your headache wasn't killing you. Still you would change anything. It was a perfect day.

+×+

When Namjoon comes back home it's silent. The servants have retired. There is food for him in the kitchen. His mother is nowhere to be seen.

He decides to eat in his room, tonight is the last night he is going to spend in his bed.

Instead of eating on the coffee table in his room. He opens the secret room behind his bookshelf.

It's dark but he turns on the lights.

The whole room is decorated with you.

There is a shelf with files on your likes and dislikes. There are cassettes of videos of the both of you. There are things you gifted him but he's too old to use. Albums of photos some which you know about some which you don't.

On the wall there is a painting he'd had commissioned.

Namjoon takes out the photos you had gotten from the photo booth. Then connects his phone to the computer to upload today's pictures.

His stomach grumbles. Carefully he brings the food inside, while usually he wouldn't bring food or drink in the sacred space. He wouldn't get to be here for a while.

He decides to play your old videos connecting them to a projector and begins eating as your laughter rings in the background.

Namjoon's new dorm was a major downgrade but what made it worse was he was room mates with a guy named Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok seemed like a perfectionist who liked to brag. He was somewhat popular, an easy going person.

Namjoon saw through it.

Hoseok was nothing more than anxious teen pretending to do everything to please the people around him.

Hoseok was often visited by Park Jimin. Their junior who was the teachers pet and really Namjoon didn't gave many thoughts about these people because all the time he wasn't tired of his studies and special 'lessons' he was homesick for you.

Sometimes he got too tired so he went outside because outside made him feel free. Even if it were for a little bit.

It was on one of these occasions Namjoon saw Hoseok getting hit by a group of obnoxious kids who had way to much time on there hand in Namjoon's opinion.

"You want to be a celebrity.. huh.. an idol." One said laughing.

"With that disgusting face 🤮... are you too poor to even afford mirrors huh." Another said.

The two continued kicking him in his stomach.

It's gonna bruise badly. Namjoon thought.

Their leader crouched. Clutching Hoseoks hair and tugging painfully.

"No that you're a hopeless dirty rat who will die in the very gutter you were born in." He spat on Hoseok's face. "B**ch."

The boys leave a muttering Hoseok on the ground.

Namjoon falls from the tree he was sitting on.

Shit.

Hoseok stands up groaning and wincing from the pain.

"Did you have fun?" Hoseok says venom in his voice.

"There was nothing to enjoy."

"You're sick."

"And if I am?" Namjoon says and turns away. "Atleast I'm not the Looser who got hit."

Hoseoks blood boiled and he attacked Namjoon.

His scream caused Namjoon to turn around.

Hoseok aimed a blow at Namjoons diaphragm but Namjoon was quick to notice and block it. On retaliation Namjoon aimed straight for the boys stomach because a bruise in the stomach would be less noticeable and he was already hurt there. Hoseok bent in pain and Namjoon walked away.

But Hoseok wasn't done he jumped on Namjoon's back and used his arms to headlock. Namjoon fell on his back. The action startling Hoseok enough to loosen his grip and give a chance for Joon to escape by elbowing Hoseok. Hoseok despite his frail appearance refused to relent catching Namjoon by his hair tugging its end. Namjoon too grabbed his hair.

Luckily Jimin found them and stopped them.

Later Hoseok would fight him but not out of anger rather to spar and realise exactly how much Namjoon had held back that day.

"Why did you go easy on me?" Hoseok asks sitting on the bench after their training session

"I assure you I didn't go any easy on you." Namjoon replies swallowing huge gulps of water.

"Not today ... that day."

"A man whose dreams have been called lousy shouldn't be sad but angry." Namjoon said simply.

Namjoon earned Hoseok's respect that day.

Hoseok had dropped his keys. Picking them up he had realised how dirty the room had gotten and thus he decided to clean it.

He was putting things away to their designated places when a photo fell from Namjoon's book.

It had a 'mine' scribbled on the lower right.

Namjoon snatched the photo away from Hoseok.

"Stay away from my things."

"She your girlfriend.?" Hoseok asked.

Namjoon didn't reply.

"I have an older sister back home. I know what ita like to want to protect someone."

Namjoon is about to respond when someone interrupts them. One of the younger student barges in.

"Jimin Hyung is being hit. You guys are his friends right? Save him."

"Lead us to him." Namjoon says.

The kid nods.

In the cafeteria, the bullies had cornered Jimin after he had colored his hair pink after loosing a dare with Hoseok. Jimin thought the color quite suited him. He even spent the night looking up different color options.

He had come to lunch after missing all classes because he slept the whole day.

The buff idiots or the bald eagles as they called themselves. Catcalled him. He ignored it. He just wanted to enjoy his burger.

But the more he ignored them the more obnoxious they got until they threw his juice over him and his food.

He acted by instinct smashing the face of his bully angering the rest of them.

They pinned him down as their gang leader ridiculed him some more and rained down his fists.

He was on his own, the staff would look away, a son of a random guy was being hit by the son of a politician , they wouldn't dare interfere. He was sure some of them even thought it was what he deserved for dying his hair pink.

The punches hurt. Jimin could taste blood in his mouth. This was going to ache. He wondered how long would it be before he passed out.

The last thing Jimin recollects is someone bashing the gang leaders head with bat and despite his sorry stare he can't help the laughter that winces out of him.

There was a solid ring of students watching the drama when they entered the cafeteria.

When Namjoon was about stop the bullies, a firm hand stopped him.

"Dont." Jin warned. "They aren't people you can mess with."

Namjoon scoffed internally. Still he stood a moment to consider his options. But Hoseok had other plans and took a bat from one of the students and hit the guys head head.

Namjoon assessed the situation. Then taking one of the milk cartoons he spilt it near the boy.

Before the guy could understand what was going on Hoseok pushed him causing him to fall on the milk.

The huge commotion had the discipline head coming in. One of the kids, the same kid who told them about Jimin had gone to inform the discipline head about the ruckus in the cafeteria.

The guy hollered dispersing the majority of the crowd. Namjoon took the bat and placed it near the bullies who didn't notice this action in the pandemonium. Luckily the bat didn't have blood on it still namjoon rubbed the handle to wipe of fingerprints.

Ah, if there were only stairs Joon mused to himself. He was impressed with Hoseok though. Even Jimin who had despite the odds managed to bruise some of the kids.

On the direction of the Disciplinary head and as a prefect Jin took Jimin to the nurse's office.

Mr. Shin was the name of the Disciplinary head. He had the boys stand in line.

"Which one of you wants to tell me why the kid is seriously injured and on his way to the hospital?"

The bullies stayed quite waiting for their leader who sat on a chair rubbing his head after a first aid with a bruised jaw along with a bruised ego. He was annoyed and was going to get the other kid expelled.

Before he could say anything Namjoon took his chance to tell the story.

"Sir I'm Jimin's friend, Namjoon." Namjoon offered.

"Speak." Mr. Shin said.

"Someone informed us that a few kids were bullying our friend, so we rushed to help him out, when we reached the cafeteria, the crowd was already built and all of them were hurting him. Hoseok and I tried to pull him away causing him to slip over a milk and fall backwards hurting his head. We have no complaints against them we just couldn't sit back watch our friend get hit without intervening." Namjoon supplied.

"No he hit Myung so with a bat." One complained.

"Yes yes.!!" The others chorused.

Mr.Shin smelt the boys jacket and it did smell like milk.

"This has milk on it."

The boys tried to protest.

"Silence. Are you telling me Namjoon spilt the milk after hitting his head with a bat."

A kid tried to speak.

"Shut up."

It's safe to say detentions were handled, the idiot Myung so transferred.

Evil can only be defeated by bigger evil. So Namjoon with the help of his new allies formed a gang which presides over the school.

Hoseok had so much fun kicking his old bullies and they even got to be the first to listen his jingle as J-Hope.

Namjoon later learned that Jimin was the son of a butler who worked at his father's house and Hoseok's sister worked at his mother's place.

Though the power was addicting.

His want for you only grew.

So he decided it was time to go give his darling mother a visit.

He looks soft 🤧 : looks like a cinnamon roll will kill you

Authors Note

This turned out a back story chapter. I hope it wasn't too boring but this is a full length fic so ig not all things might be fun but I think it's imp for the contextualisation. And the fighting I'm horrible at all actions please.

Also like I'm kinda sad to be winding up this thing because I'm highly attached to this story. Personally I like the mc turning from a people pleaser cause that's what she thinks taking responsibility mean to someone who will learn to make her own boundaries we ain't there yet in terms of writing but we will reach there.

Anyway have a nice day.

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Does anyone have a copy of any of conversehigh1203 fanfics? Please I need this

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[jkoo-njoo]

College crush - 1

summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ? 

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 956, on going

warnings : light stalking, fixation

author’s note : I have loooots of unfinshed drafts that have been pilling up and this is one of them !! This is my first time trying out headcanons AND a multiple part fic!!! Also this story is going to feature some yandere/oblivious type of reasoning. The summary is kinda dramatic but nothing immoral or out of pocket will happen I swear. hope u enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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1 / the loving bird & the shining gemstone

Jungkook couldn’t be more bored while walking around campus going to his next class ; but when his eyes landed on the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, it was as if a thunderbolt hit him right at the top of his head.

- Him seeing you for the first time

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing,,, he was completly starstruck

You had such soft features. Your gorgeous almond eyes holding that fierce gaze of yours, your cute round nose and your beautiful plump lips were all so mesmerizing to look at.

You were sprinting around the campus, looking as absent minded as him, with your head in the clouds

Yet you had so much confidence in your walk, your long braids bouncing on your back with each step you took with assurance

He was so struck on you that he didn’t even notice how he stopped dead in his track in the middle of the pathway, starring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth

He felt so light-headed, like he just witnessed the apparition of an angel right in front of him 

Entering one of the doors leading to the campus’ library, you disappeared from his sight

He went on with his day, but he never stopped thinking about you. Even if he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his mind

He longed the feeling you gave him, in his stomach

It was... so sudden, yet so impactful..?

He absolutely needed to see you again.

- Longing you

A few weeks passed after the first time he saw you

And he has started to see you literally everywhere : in the hallways, in lectures, at the cafeteria, and even at the convenience store near the dorms

At the begining it was pure coincidence, or dare he say luck

But after sometimes, it was more so his doing, simply because he couldn’t go a whole day without trying to see you at least once.

You were fascinating to him. He was growing fond of all your daily habits and your little quirks

Like your favorite spot at the library ; or the one snack you take every single time to eat during your studies (triple chocolate fudge cookies - you need to eat more fruit >:() ; or even the way you run late to your classes sometimes and he thinks that’s it’s impossible to look this gracious while running around the campus

He wanted to know more, like your favorite fragrances so he could buy you 10 bottles of it,

Or your favorite flowers so he would fill your desk with fresh ones every weeks

Or which hoodie of his do you prefer so he can give it up for you to wear because you would look so good in them and he would melt knowing that you were wearing his clothes  

He craved more of you in his life so bad ; but right now, he just felt like a stalker.

And the fact that you lived in the building right next to his did not arrange this feeling, because he has to take the same route as you to go home  

Now, he wasn’t complaining, at all

At least he could make sure that no one followed you and that you could go home safe

And if anyone ever tries to harm you in any way he will be there to protect you

Also its ok because he never followed you right in front of your door step ; that’s going too far. He’d never want to make you feel unsafe

Nevertheless, he had to find a way to get in contact with you.  

Now, it was easier said than done : he’s always been a very shy guy, not very comfortable socialising or making new friends

Talking to you and keeping you close would be one of the biggest challenge he’ll have to face since he started his college life ; 

But you can’t get nothing unless you get out of your comfort zone, right..? 

- Anticipation and hope

He had a plan.

A long-time plan. He had to be commmited for it to work

And oh was he ready

So, he remarked that you were in a photography club on top of your law studies

This was an incredible find by the way because he didn’t even know this club existed and he absolutely loves photography himself

He already contacted the head of the club and they said that the applications to enter the club for the year would close soon

And that it was welcoming to any level of photographer

This was the perfect pretext to slowly and smoothly enter your social circle and eventually your life

Just thinking about being close to you while doing something he loves gave him chills

anyways

While in the club, he’d just have to wait until they plan a group project or something so he’ll introduce himself to you ; then you do the project together ; then you fall head over heels in love for him ; then you get married

What do you mean it’s not realistic.

It’s absolutely feasible. 

He even looked up researches in psychology that prove that love at first sight exists. 

He even looked at techniques on how to make anyone obsessed with you

He will provoke it by becoming a constant & familiar occurence in your life, so you have no choice but to choose him.

So, it’s set : tomorrow, he will go and apply to enter the photography club ; and the plan will begin

He was so excited at the idea of seeing you more often, and mayhaps sitting right next to you

Just thinking about the possibilities made his heart race

After calming himself with deep breathes and a solid journal entry, he fell asleep

That night, like most these days, his mind was filled with fantasies of you, and his face adorned the most content smile of all 

He finally had you at the tip of his fingers

And he will not let you go.

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