#yanderebts

[dalchiid]

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘

Covetous Namjoon is the gift that keeps on giving.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Namjoon x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,211

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Mild Choking, Fingering, Spanking, Smut, Biting, Blood

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I'm still working on the OT7 Yandere fic but I wanted to gift you all something. We're paying Alternate Ending Covetous Namjoon a visit. Just a little smut to hold you all over until the OT7 fic comes out 😉

It's so cold out. You can hear the way the wind whistles and it's what initially stirred you from your slumber. That and a weight on your back that sends chills down your form. Your naked back is caressed slowly from the top and down the length of your skin in soothing touches. In soothing kisses. It feels nice but it's not what you want right now. What you want is to sleep some more as you revel in the warmth of the blankets that were slowly pulled from your flesh.

You tremble a little as your skin pricks in goosebumps. It's enough to make the weight on top of you chuckle deeply and spread open mouth kisses across your shoulders.

Whining you blindly reach for the covers that rest loosely around your naked waist. You try to tug it up and over yourself but it's pushed aside.

"No," you cry uselessly. "I'm cold."

The kisses stop for a moment as the person's lips are replaced by gentle fingers.

"Do you want me to raise up the heater?"

Your eyes are still closed but you shake your head nonetheless in response. "I just want to stay in bed a bit more."

The person hums but you know he's not just any person. You've been stuck with him for months now and you guess he wouldn't take so lightly that he's listed as some random person in your head.

He hums again before he pulls back leaving your back exposed to the warm air that feels chilly once his form leaves you.

"I got you something," he says.

You don't dare open your eyes but you feel whatever it is he's holding dangle before your face.

"Namjoon I want to sleep. Please?"

You let out a pained yelp when you feel his fingers pinch your backside and that's enough to get you to open your eyes.

"Don't be such a brat." There's no malice in his tone but you can tell he's not fond of your dismissive attitude right now.

You wish you could sleep a little longer as you had a hard time sleeping last night. You've been having a hard time sleeping most nights.

After the day Namjoon found you you were a shivering wreck of a mess. You cried a lot and that lead to sleepless nights and short naps you cried yourself into. Despite time having passed you still have worries. Most of them about Hoseok and how you're waiting for him to find you again.

You honestly don't know if you'd prefer that over the life you're living right now because it's far from perfect. If anything you think you're living on edge because it's only a matter of time, right?

Last night was no different. It took Namjoon warming up some tea for you and holding you close until you felt your resolve begin to crumble - as it has almost every day because now you're back to square one. You're hooked again. Hooked on Namjoon's saliva the way you were on Hoseok's. It's sad really but you don't have time to pity yourself like you would like to. Namjoon doesn't stand for it. He doesn't like it when you feel sorry for yourself. Instead he prefers you place all of your attention on to him because he believes he can distract you enough. With his kiss and with his body.

Namjoon shakes the bag in front of your face to catch your attention and now with your eyes open you see that it's a gift. A pastel pink bag covered in glitter. You don't reach for it at first but all it takes is for you to see the way Namjoon's brow raises in silent question for you to take it.

Slowly you grab for it and once it's in your hands he lets go.

It feels pretty light. There is a slight weight to it and you briefly wonder what it could be. You look over to Namjoon who rests on his side of the bed perching his head on his open palm.

"What is it," you ask.

"Why don't you wash up and put it on. I'll wait for you right here."

You frown at his demand but you know you don't have much say when it comes to him. Whatever it may be - it's Namjoon's way.

You get up from bed and hold the bag close to your naked chest. It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before but you always feel so seen around him. Naked. Figuratively speaking. Raw. You feel raw with Namjoon. It's nothing like with Hoseok who over time you grew used to being naked around each other. You feel like prey around the vampire and you think you always will be.

Hurriedly you make your way to the bathroom that's connected to this room. The floor feels chilly against your feet forcing you to balance on the balls of them as your toes try to curl.

The bathroom looks pretty similar to Hoseok's which you don't know if it was designed to be that way on purpose or not. When you first walked into it you froze. It sent your mind reeling and when you asked Namjoon about it he only hummed like he was intrigued.

"Interesting," was all he said in response.

You don't think this was a coincidence at all.

You remember asking him how he got a hold on this place. Was it built specifically for the brothers? There weren't a lot of rooms so you figured that was probably a no but Namjoon answered you and stated it's a place he had built for himself. He would come here if he needed some space. No servants worked here so it was only him and now you. Your new prison meant you had more privacy. No one to come fetch you when you're alone and no one to intrude on whatever you and Hoseok were doing.

To be honest you thought that you had a chance to easily escape then. Despite this place being far into the forest which meant any help that there could be was far from your reach. Any cars that come here are by Namjoon's orders. Whether it be because they're picking him up or dropping him off. Or even when the person is dropping off some groceries or whatever else it was that Namjoon needed. Outside of that you thought you still had a chance to leave until one day when you were alone did you realize your predicament. The door could only lock with a key. Both outside and in. There was no way for you to unlock the door and escape and only the gods know how distrustful Namjoon is of you so no he doesn't leave you with a spare key.

That was an Earth shattering realization for you and that meant you had to conform to this new life.

"Don't take too long." You're brought of your head when Namjoon calls out to you. "I have to be at my brothers' after this."

Which means he'll be washing up without you after you put on whatever it is he got for you. He has to to avoid any of his brothers smelling you on him. It's how he's gotten away with it for these past few months.

Is it wrong that you kind of want to get caught? You'll be back with Hoseok... Is that any better than being with Namjoon? You don't know. It's a little too scary to think about.

Placing the gift onto the counter you quickly set things up. From brushing your teeth to taking a warm shower that heats you up from the cold weather that wants to seep into the house. You wish you could stay beneath the water for just a bit longer but you don't want to deal with Namjoon's mouth.

The shower comes to a stop so you can dry yourself. Despite not wanting to hear his mouth you take your time to do your skincare.

You're feeling a little apprehensive in opening up this gift of yours. He's given you gifts before and now with it being Christmas day you're not surprised at all with being gifted something yet again.

You look over to the bag before looking back into the mirror as you take a wild guess to what's inside. It feels pretty light so it has to be clothes. There's some weight to it but not much but you can't even begin to think as to why. You know you'll have to look in the bag eventually so once you're done everything you reach for it with shaky hands.

Opening the gift bag up you pull out the decorative tissue paper from inside. What's inside leaves you feeling breathless but unsurprised. Lingerie.

It's all black and he knows your size because he's measured you before. A lace top that's in the shape of a butterfly up front and thin straps that hold up the back. There are more thin straps - two that stretch along your legs with loops at the end in the shape of garters. Reaching into the bag again you find a matching high waisted double strapped thong.

You sigh because Namjoon buying you lingerie is nothing new to you. He does it quite a bit and because of that you know his preferences being that you place the thong over the garter because he wants to take it off without having to undo everything else.

"What's the fun in wearing lingerie if you have to take it off for sex?"

His words from the past are loud in your head but you get it. Occasionally he'd pull the underwear to the side but again, you've learned his preferences.

Before putting the lingerie on you go to toss the bag onto the floor but you feel something shift in there and you're reminded of the weight you felt in it from before. Curiously you peak inside the bag and see something else that has your brow raising in interest.

You reach in and take out a bondage collar. The leather is thick and holds three o shaped rings. One in the middle and two on either side. On the middle one there's a black heart shaped charm that when you turn it around you see the word 'Princess' engraved into it.

You can't help but to huff a laugh. Both in indignation and something else. You were interested in this collar that's for sure but you weren't going to admit that to Namjoon. Otherwise he'd think he was winning you over somehow.

Much like Hoseok you... tolerate your captor but it's because what he can provide for you. Providing his saliva that leaves you susceptible to his advances. You don't think much of it because it's what you want, but there is one issue. Namjoon enjoys toying with you. Meaning he enjoys withholding from you his saliva until you're practically begging him for it. He has a power trip knowing he can make you beg for him to do anything and everything. Him leaving you stupefied until you're begging for more than just his saliva. It's annoying really and on more than one occasion you've fought back. Mouthed off at him. You know you hit a nerve when he flexes his jaw but despite that he manages to reign you in. Eventually...

Looking into the mirror you bring the collar to your throat and strap it on like a belt. It doesn't feel too tight but it's not loose enough to hang. Afterwards you put on the lingerie that slips over your body perfectly.

Heaving a big sigh again as you look at your reflection you roll your eyes before heading out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

On the four poster bed Namjoon awaits you. He's typing something out on his phone and when he's done does he grace you with his attention. It starts off small but then his smile widens until his dimples show.

"Come here." He extends a hand out towards you.

You tongue your cheek and try to make yourself look as uninterested as possible because you're both clearly wanting different things. He wants sex and you want your high. They oftentimes come together but it depends on how much you annoy him at first.

You walk over and crawl across the bed to him. His hand slowly retracts the more you crawl towards him until you come to a stop once you're straddling his waist.

Namjoon looks you over with a bite to his bottom lip. His hands come up to rest atop your thighs where he runs them appreciatively before his eyes roam up to watch the way the heart shaped charm jingles against the metal when you scoot up more. His smile just turns absolutely devious and with a finger he loops it through the o shaped ring that holds the charm and tugs you forward.

"Like your present, princess?"

You don't give him an answer but it doesn't stop him from laughing.

"You look good enough to eat."

"Not until I have my hit."

Namjoon's brow raises and his smile falters a little.

Strike one.

"You can have what you want after I've had my fill of you." He goes to grab your waist and flip you over but you fight to keep upright.

Strike two.

"Y/N," he warns.

"Namjoon," you bite back in a mocking tone.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as you see him trying to calm down. You're so close to a strike three and you know it.

You hop off of him and sit by his side. Your arms cross as you huff and now you wait to see what he has to say.

Namjoon sits up and looks over to you with the eyes of a dragon. That's what you liken them to whenever he stares at you like this. He's clearly upset but there's something else in that look of his and it's that your attitude is turning him on.

"Why are you such a brat?"

You give him a deadpan look. "You made me this way."

His brows shoot up and he has to fight to control his laughter. "I made you this way?"

Nodding you look off towards the side. You know you shouldn't but you can't help what you mumble next. "I was never like this with Hoseok."

There's a stillness in the air and before you know it you're pushed onto your back with Namjoon straddling you.

Strike three.

His hand comes around your neck and if it weren't because of the collar you're sure he would choke you.

"What did I say to you about mentioning my brother's name in front of me? Hm?" There's a slight tremble to his voice as anger surges through him.

You wriggle uncomfortably beneath the vampire and bring a hand up to claw at his own. You grunt at the discomfort but it doesn't stop him.

"I'm sorry," you strain out.

Namjoon laughs. "You're never sorry, Y/N. It's the same shit with you all the time."

He brings his face closer to yours and bumps his nose against your own. His lips ghost over your own and you find yourself parting them for what's to come.

His tongue slips out to roam across your awaiting mouth but when he feels your own peek out he pulls back. You whine at the loss of contact and it takes everything in Namjoon not to laugh.

A smirk breaks across his face as he eases up his hold around your neck. "You think you deserve it after saying what you said?"

Your hand that clawed at his one holds him tight and without resistance from his end you move it until he's cupping your breast.

You give a half hearted moan. "Please?"

Namjoon huffs a laugh. "You're so pathetic, but all mine."

His words do hit a nerve that you try to ignore. It'll only sour your mood the more you think on it but there's a lingering pain left behind. It's quickly smoothed over though when his hand cupping your breast begins to make a descent towards your sex where you're not quite wet yet and you know he knows this.

He hums and looks down to admire your lace clad body. His pointer finger follows along the design until it finds your clothed sex where he applies pressure over it in search of your clit.

"How wet can you get for me," he asks.

You know he's not really interested in a response but you say something anyway.

"As wet as you want."

This makes his smile grow wide until his dimples show. You're complying with his advances but you both know it's because you want that high. You'll do anything for it. Even if it means that you'll make a fool out of yourself.

He slips his fingers across the length of your thong until he pulls it to the side to expose you for himself. His index and middle fingers run along your slit where slowly but surely you begin to grow wet with your arousal and it makes him groan.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

You look off towards the side in embarrassment but Namjoon isn't having any of that. With his other hand he grips your chin and directs your attention over to him.

"Don't tell me you're growing shy on me," he laughs. "After how many times I've had a taste of you?"

Your eyes shift around as you try to just revel in the feel of him but the more he talks the more you grow annoyed.

You huff in irritation and it catches Namjoon's attention.

He raises a brow at you all the while his fingers rub against your clit. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

No actually because you know if you tell him to shut up and get the act over with so you can get your high it will only entice him to do otherwise.

Your silence is loud and it makes Namjoon suck his teeth in a mocking way.

"You always have something to say. What is it," he asks with a smirk. "Too afraid of risking punishment?"

There's a small pout on your lips that quickly parts in an o shape when he slips a finger inside. He curls the digit over and over again and it has your legs trembling just the slightest bit.

"You know for someone who talks a lot of shit you're very quiet right now. I may have made you into a brat so go ahead. Act like one."

Your eyes are directed onto him and they squint in suspicion.

You know Namjoon enjoys punishing you and clearly he's trying to get you to talk so he can do so again. The question is if you're going to fall for it or not. The faster you get through this the faster you can get your high but you also can't give up the chance to mouth off at Namjoon. Does that make you a masochist? Maybe but it also brings up the thoughts on whether you enjoy doing these things with Namjoon. You don't like to think about it the same way you didn't like to think about it with Hoseok. You're doing this for yourself you reason so it's alright you guess.

"You want me to act like a brat?" Your eyes close in pleasure when he adds a second finger in. "Then how about you do a better job in fingering me first."

You have to stop yourself from whining when he stops all together. You're about to open your eyes to stare at him but they're quick to stay shut when you wince in pain.

Namjoon spanks your cunt once then twice. "There she is. I was wondering where she went."

You clench your teeth together in mild frustration. "Yeah she's here and what? It doesn't change the fact that you're doing minimal effort to get me off."

You can't help the way your eyes widen when you feel Namjoon grip your face. It's with the hand he wasn't touching you with and he holds on to you hard. He's giving you those dragon eyes again as he observes you. You can't tell if your words were too much and maybe now he's pissed. You normally don't complain about the pleasure he gives you or lack of so this is kind of new to you.

He softly shakes your head side to side as he tongues his cheek. "Anything else you have to say?"

You huff in disgruntlement. "Yeah. I hate you."

A chilling grin overtakes his face. "I know, princess."

Your hand comes up to slap his own off of your face but he barely budges.

"You can be so ill-mannered you know that," he says in an almost concerned tone of voice. "Where did I go wrong with you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer when he roughly turns you over onto your front. "Did I spoil you too much?" He places a hand on the back of your neck and holds you down. "Or is it just because you like getting me riled up?"

You grunt but arch your back when his other hand glides softly along your spine. He chuckles at this.

"I'm guessing you enjoy this as much as I do otherwise you'd give me a harder time than you already do."

Your eyes squeeze shut when his fingers find their way back to your sex and sidesteps your thong to dip them in. The feeling makes you moan and it makes Namjoon chuckle. The sound of it just makes you want to roll your eyes beneath the lids.

"I do it for the high," you admit.

Without a second to process anything you gasp when Namjoon strikes your right cheek.

"Oh I know you do you little shit," he curses. "But that doesn't take away the fact that you enjoy it whenever I touch you."

He's right but you're not about to admit that to him.

"You wish."

Another smack comes down but this time it's your left cheek. You can't help the way that you gasp again. Even more so when his fingers find themselves in you once again. This time the two digits go fast and hard into you and the feeling has you moaning out loud.

Your hands come up to grip the comforter all the while Namjoon pleasures you. It's insane how good he makes you feel but again you're not about to admit that to him.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you cry out from the loss of them. You try to sit up but his other hand keeps you firmly down by the back of your neck.

"Fuck Namjoon," you whine.

"What was that, princess?"

Gritting your teeth together you writhe as you try and find a way to get up. "I said fuck you."

Two loud smacks for each cheek has your head growing hazy from his sadistic pleasure. It's a euphoric feeling in of itself and it just makes you crave the inevitable high even more.

His fingers find their way inside of you again and it's a torturous dance of pleasing you to spanking you even if you don't mouth off at him. It has your mind reeling with you unsure if you were coming or going. All you understood and felt were a mixture of things. Almost like hot and cold with what Namjoon was doing to you. Hot from the heat he was creating inside of you and cold from the chilling feeling of being physically marked by him. It brought tears to your eyes that remained closed in absolute pleasure.

At some point Namjoon stops all together to let you regain your breath.

All that's heard in the room is your heavy breathing and your heart beat in your ears. The weight of his hand on the back of your neck is still there and it becomes even more apparent when he applies more pressure.

"How are you feeling, princess?"

His question to you sounds genuine and it's moments like these that you have to remind yourself that you're doing it all for the high. His concern for you will not shake you. You won't allow it.

You clear your throat before nodding. "Good."

He finally releases you and pats you on your backside. "Stay there," he demands and you listen because you're too out of it to say or do otherwise.

Your eyes remain closed but you're aware of the way he moves around you. You know what's coming next and your skin pricks in anticipation.

Namjoon presses his front to your back where you feel the lukewarm touch of his naked skin. A hand comes down to take your thong by the straps and slowly ease it down your thighs until they rest above your knees.

"You smell divine," he says beneath his breath.

Your face flushes with heat as he peppers kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders and it's with a soft gasp do you react when you feel the weight of his cock pressed up against your ass.

He cages you in with his strong arms and with a hand he grabs your chin to angle your face towards him. He's smiling at you but the way one would when they have their prey right where they want them and you are very much where Namjoon wants you.

"Bear with me for a little longer and I'll give you what you want, yeah?"

You know he means about his saliva and though the idea of having to wait more time to get it leaves you feeling glum at least you're almost there.

He releases your face from his grip and with one hand he guides his cock towards your entrance.

He's thick and though you've gotten used to having him inside of you it doesn't change the fact that you have to deal with the initial stretch each time. Your eyes shut when he prods at your entrance - running the head up and down your slit. When he's satisfied with what he's done he pushes forward until his head breaches through your hole.

You let out a sound that's a cross between a moan and a whimper of delight. Namjoon grunts when he feels your walls clamp down on him and shushes you gently as a way to get you to relax for him.

"Relax," he says softly. "That's it. Good girl."

You screw your eyes shut the more he goes in and though there's a stretch what you mostly feel is pleasure.

A long drawn out moan comes from deep inside of you when he reaches the hilt and he's snug within you.

Namjoon releases a shaky breath and rests his forehead against your shoulder. He's letting you get used to him before he makes a move and you're appreciative of that.

"Tell me when," he whispers.

You have to fight to keep your walls from fluttering around him but you can't help it. He moans every time you do and he has to grip your arm to ground himself. The feeling of his grip helps ground you too and so with a nod do you let him know to go on.

"Do it."

Namjoon wraps an arm across your front and holds you close to his chest and with that you brace yourself for what's about to come.

His legs are on either side of yours caging you in and from there does he begin to piston his hips. He goes fast and hard jostling you up the bed. If it weren't for his hold on you you're sure you'd bump into the headboard.

You gasp and moan at the way he pounds into. You're left feeling breathless as your body tingles from head to toe. Gripping the sheets beneath you your eyes begin to water as your body is completely ravished by your captor. You don't want to admit it out loud but even then he knows how you're really feeling by the noises you make.

He's making a mess in between your legs. Your arousal gushes out of you with every push and pull of his hips leaving your inner thighs sticky and wet. In any other situation you'd feel embarrassed but he's making you feel so good you can hardly care.

From this angle his cock drags over the roof of your cunt just right. You're practically panting at this point because of it.

With a particularly harsh thrust you cry out loud and it makes him chuckle.

"Feels good, princess?"

You clamp your lips shut and breathe heavily through your nose.

"Oh don't get so quiet now. I know you love this," he laughs. "How about we try another position? Shall we?"

Without giving you time to think he pulls out of you and flips you over onto your back. You gasp at the sudden movement and before you can complain he spreads your legs apart and slots himself within you once again.

He's back to a brutal pace but keeps you close by slipping his arms beneath you and holding your shoulders in his hands. The move keeps you where he wants you - under his control.

Your eyes are shut but it doesn't stop a tear from leaking through your lashes. Even though you won't admit it out loud you are feeling good. More than good. With your back arching off the bed your breasts press up against Namjoon's front making him groan. The sound makes your walls tighten around him causing him to groan even louder.

"Keep doing that princess and I just might come."

You open your eyes and staring back at you are his icy blue ones. His frenzy is active and you know sooner than later he's going to need to feed, but not until you have what you want first.

Your lips part in waiting making Namjoon's brow raise in interest.

"Please," you beg.

He comes to a slow stop - sweat trickling down from his hairline. A dimpled smile takes over his face as he shakes his head. "You're so impatient, baby."

The way he stares at you like he adores you makes your stomach roil a little.

"Please Namjoon. I can't wait any longer." Your words come out with a whine.

He looks over your features in a sudden silence with nothing to express but that doesn't last for long.

He huffs a laugh. "I'm feeling awfully nice today since it's the holidays so yeah. Why not?"

Your pleading eyes widen a little in excitement and it makes him chuckle.

Without a second to waste Namjoon leans over to kiss your lips. You meet him halfway and immediately peek your tongue out to run across the seam of his lips. There's little resistance on his end as he parts his own and slips his tongue out to meet with yours. Then it hits. Pure elation. Pure euphoria. Pure ecstasy. It doesn't matter how many times you get it. It just gets better and better each time.

The kiss is long and deep with passion. Your tongues grind against one another in a sinful dance that's made of pure lust. Maybe if you weren't so far gone you'd be ashamed but that's not the case right now. You're enjoying yourself too much.

Your hands come up to Namjoon's back where your fingers dig into his flesh. He pulls back to hiss in pain but you don't miss the way his cock twitches inside of you.

Everything about how you feel right now is superb. You're on cloud nine. You can't help but to close your eyes and revel in the feeling. Even more so when Namjoon picks up where he left off. He's back to fucking you fast and hard to the point that you're left gasping. The man knows what he's doing. He's hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars.

Your walls start to flutter around him indicating that you're close. It forces Namjoon's hips to stutter.

"Fuck," he curses. "Think you can come for me?" Though he asks he knows that you can.

He switches his position slightly so that he's kneeling and brings a hand down between the two of you. His deft fingers quickly find your clit where he rolls the pearl around until you vocalize the pleasure he's giving you.

Behind closed lids your eyes roll back as you whimper and moan. You're so close and there's little else that needs to be done to make you fall over the edge. Just one more roll of his fingers and you gasp before a long high pitched whine breaks free from deep down in your chest. Your legs begin to shake as your walls clamp down on Namjoon. He chokes on a moan but it doesn't stop him from moving.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grits out.

You don't see the way he clenches his teeth and how he bares them in unbridled rapture. He pushes forth - on and on until he suddenly stops. His hips jerk forward and he's spilling all he's got deep within you. You feel the way he empties inside of you filling you up to the brim. It's something you can never get used to but it's not a bad feeling. It has you sighing before the next thing to happen happens.

Namjoon's teeth bite into the side of your neck and hard. It makes you wince slightly but the high helps stave off any pain you would have felt otherwise. You feel the pull as he sucks your blood and it's a bit odd. Having your life force being pulled from you is an... interesting feeling. Especially when you're higher than a kite.

He takes from you a bit more before he stops and heals your wound with his tongue with a long and slow swipe. You hum at the feeling and he responds back with a hum of his own.

"You alright," he asks softly.

You hum again with a barely there nod.

When you're like this it's oftentimes best to just let yourself be. You don't enjoy any interruptions as you go through the motions of your high but you know Namjoon is being innocent when it comes to checking up on you.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead before pulling out and it makes you hiss. You're so sensitive down there. So much so that not even the high can mask the feeling.

Your eyes are shut so you don't see what Namjoon is doing but you know what his course of action will be. It's just a moment of silence before you jump a little at the feel of a warm washcloth between your legs. He cleans you up well and urges you to push to get some of his cum out. It's at this point the high starts to slowly leave you but the residual effect prevents you from feeling any sort of embarrassment as Namjoon cleans you up.

Without a word, once he's done, he heads to the bathroom where you know he'll wash up. You didn't forget that he needs to cleanse himself of you so he can go and see his brothers. They are no doubt waiting for him patiently or impatiently. For a brief moment you think of Hoseok. You wonder how he's doing ever since you left. You never bothered to ask Namjoon on how his brother has been because you never forgot that your captor has a penchant for lying. Who is to say he'll tell you the truth or not? Even then do you actually care to know? You don't know.

You curl up onto your side as sleep slowly starts to take over your hazy brain. Your semi-naked state trembles as it seeks warmth but you can't bring yourself to move and cover yourself up. Call it laziness or whatever but you can barely care.

You're in and out of consciousness all the while thoughts, meaningful and meaningless, flit across your mind. Neither here nor there - just simply existing. It's in this state do you register the sounds Namjoon makes when he comes back from showering. You know he can hear the way your breathing pattern begins to ease up so it's without a doubt in your mind that Namjoon knows you're about to fall asleep. Still, he checks up on you before tugging down the sheets so he can lie it over your body. As soon as the covers blanket over you goosebumps line your bare skin from the warmth. In response you give a pleased hum.

"I'll be out for a while." You vaguely register Namjoon's words. "Rest up and I'll see you later."

You give another hum though this time it's in acknowledgement despite how sleepy you're sure you sound.

"Merry Christmas, princess," are the last words you hear to keep you company until your captor comes back to you. Until you're back in his arms and until he'll have you again.

#bts x reader #yandere bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts x reader #namjoon x reader #yandere namjoon #yanderebts #btsfanfic #rm #kim namjoon #namjoon #reader #fanfic #reader insert

[taehyungday]

𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗚 - 𝚖.𝚢𝚐.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…998

I'm still not sure how I ended up here, but I was tethered to a chair in a basement of a building. My lips was also taped, so I couldn't shout for help. I just remember walking back to my apartment after a successful concert a few hours ago when I suddenly felt a great deal of pain in my head region. I turned around to find a masked man with a baseball bat smeared with blood, most likely my blood. I awoke here after that. My head was still aching, therefore I got a headache. I could only hope that my fellow members of my group would come here to look for me. But I knew they didn't call me often because our group didn't have a strong bond. And since this was our final show of the tour, and our record label granted us a two-month vacation thereafter, the chances of my members or managers looking for me were little to none.

Then I heard a pair of footsteps approaching. The cellar door was suddenly opened, showing a really gorgeous man with a poker face staring at me. There were also some other men with him who appeared to be his bodyguards. The man with the poker face approached me and pulled the tape from my mouth.

"I'd been looking forward to this moment for a long time." He stated.

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I began pleading with him to help me escape out of this cellar.

"Please, sir, I have no idea who you are, but don't harm me. Please let me go because I have done nothing wrong. Sir, I beg you."

"Unless you disobey my commands, I will not harm you." You'll be living in the basement until you figure out what your role is in the house. I intend to move you from this basement to my room as soon as you start behaving good. You must sign these papers until then." He remarked this as he threw some papers at me.

"Can you tell me what these documents are about?" I stated.

"Sweetheart, don't ask questions; just do what I say or you'll finish up with a bullet in your skull." He remarked this as he drew his weapon. I was terrified.

"Untie her from the chair, Jason, and provide her a pen." He told his men.

I've never been a big fan of music. Despite the fact that I had a girlfriend who was a member of a Kpop group. Because I was in a mafia gang, I told her to keep our relationship a secret. She didn't even tell her group mates about our affair. She asked me to one of her concerts after that. I opted to go because I didn't have any plans or task. I'm not sure what occurred to me after seeing her. She was simply hypnotic. The way she sang, danced, and laughed was fascinating. I couldn't understand it, but when she walked, everything began to look prettier. Because of her, my cold, dead heart began to beat again. That night, I returned home while just thinking about her, and I slept while her lovely voice echoed in my mind.

I began stalking her from that point on. I began collecting her photographs and glueing them to the wall. I created a room particularly for her, complete with her photographs and artwork. I purchased everything that featured her in a commercial. I even purchased some makeup accessories because she was selling it. My girlfriend began to notice that I was ignoring her. One day she arrived at my mansion and discovered Y/n's room, she was astonished and immediately began wrecking the place. I tried to stop her, but she was deafeningly deafeningly deafeningly deafen After she started spewing nonsense about y/n, my mind became agitated. HOW DARE SHE. That's when I grabbed a nearby wire. Then I strangled her as a result of it.

I alerted the police about her death after she died, and I urged them to cover it up by claiming she had committed suicide. The cops didn't question me because I had power over them.

When the world learned that their beloved idol had committed suicide, they were devastated. They began to lament her death. My darling Y/n was inconsolably wailing. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, but I knew it wasn't the proper time.

I couldn't wait any longer after a few months. I couldn't figure out how to love her. But, my God, how much I loved her.

I told my men to kidnap her after a few weeks. That guy, on the other hand, hurt her by striking her in the head. That jerk deserves to perish slowly and painfully. I approached my Y/n after killing him, and just by glancing at her, I could tell she was terrified. What a beautiful young lady she was. I forced her to sign papers transferring her entertainment label to me. Because the ceo was afraid of a mafia, he didn't ask me any more questions regarding the paperwork or the weather-about y/n.

Despite the fact that the fanbase and group members were perplexed as to why y/n departed the group. But I was too engrossed in my alone time with y/n to notice that.

She was a thorn in my side at first, refusing to obey my orders. I began giving her less food and left her completely alone. I didn't even pay her a visit since I wanted to make her feel lonely so she would develop Stockholm syndrome and cherish my company. And that's exactly what occurred; she was pleased to see me. She began pleading with me not to leave. That's how my Y/n figured out her place in the family and began to love me.

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[blessedtobebangtan]

jungkook 3 :D

<3

" don’t you ever raise your voice at me. ”

trigger warning(s): mentions of murder, mafia, brutal beatings, suggestion of sex, cursing, manhandling, yandere themes

word count: 3K

a/n: this might be my last post for a while because i think im beginning to fall back into an episode of depression and i don’t know when i will have the motivation to write again but i mat need to write to feel some normalcy, i guess we’ll just have to see!! but please enjoy and apologies for any spelling errors it’s 2am where i live and im TIRED! also thank you for all of the love on the latest post before this one <3 enjoy and stay safe xoxo

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You brushed through you h/c hair softly as your mind was suspended into nothing. You couldn’t really process anything lately, you were stressed to say the least.

Between work, your boyfriend Jungkook and his work. His foul, inhumane, scarring work. When you met the mysterious, charming man you could never have imagined his day to day life in a million years. From simple meetings of heists and information theft to brutal interrogations performed by his men or commonly himself.

It was still a lot after 3 years because how could it ever not be. No matter what Jungkook did, you adapted. If he needed to go into the field for a mission, you could be left alone for weeks at a time with the company of bodyguards to keep you from harm's way. If an important deal fell through, Jungkook would be so tense and angered, you had to walk on eggshells with everything you did or said. If Jungkook had to go on business to another country, of course he would bring you whether or not you wanted to come, making you fall behind in your own work and having to work twice as hard to be up to speed.

You were drained- mentally, physically and emotionally. You were at a breaking point, you had been for a while, but of course you never spoke your mind in fear of how things would turn out.

“ Y/N ?”

You finished brushing your hair into a convenient bun on the back of your head, “ I’m upstairs.”, you yelled back.

Like tonight, a perfect example. It is 20 minutes after midnight and Jungkook has just strolled into the house without a call, text or a damn email since he left this morning. The problem is he wants everything to be sunshine and rainbows with you without the work of it.

The door of your shared bedroom slowly opened revealing your self-assured, over-achieving boyfriend.

“ Babe ?”

You peaked from the expensively-innovated washroom with an unreadable expression. You locked eyes with him and his eyes showed a kind, sweet gaze even after leaving you worried all day.

He wore all black attire, black denim jeans, black long-sleeved button-up, his signature black combat boots and a leather jacket to top it off. You couldn’t lie- he was unbelievably handsome. Even if you weren’t happy with him, he was still the charmer you met from the beginning.

As your eyes came back up, his eyes were already on you. His eyes locked on the silk, white nightdress you wore that stopped right above your thigh. As his eyes traveled he found himself locked on your hardened nipples that showed perfectly through the silk from the cold breeze. His sweet gaze had turned dark and lustful causing your cheeks to burn up in surprise.

Clearing your throat and smiling awkwardly, Jungkook raised his eyebrow with a smirk that made you melt intensely, “ How was work, today ?”, you asked, turning back to the mirror to take off the remainder of your jewelry.

It was almost silent as his soft hum echoed through the master bedroom, “ It was work, nothing special.”

He told you this, but you knew better. After so many years, you learned to decode his white lies. Nothing special means it was gruesome and violent, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You rolled your eyes to yourself and sighed, “ Must’ve been a little busy, yeah ?”. So busy, he couldn’t contact you once.

Jungkook sat on the bed pulling off his shoes and shrugged, “ Not really, basically just some paperwork and meetings.”

As you pulled off your diamond necklace, a gift from Jungkook to make up for his childish behavior, you nodded, “ Then maybe I could accompany you since it’s boring as of late.”

It was quiet as you heard him shuffling around. Gently, you placed the necklace into your jewelry box along with your other pieces and wondered how many of the pieces were a genuine gift and how many were an indirect apology from Jungkook.

You slightly jumped and felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your torso just below your breasts. But, relaxed a bit as Jungkook rested his head on the crook of your neck.

“ Kook, what are you doing ?”, you asked softly, asking a question that wasn’t exactly for this moment in time, but a question for the entirety of your relationship.

“ I was gone all day, I want to hold my baby, is that a crime ?”, his voice smug and proud.

You said nothing, shutting the lid of your jewelry box and looking up at your reflection in the mirror. Jungkook looked into your eyes through the reflection smirking slightly, one of his large hands staying on the cusp of your breasts and the other traveling down your body to rest on your hip.

He changed from his work clothes into a simple pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, all he needed to drive you crazy.

“ I missed you, princess, real bad.”, he whispered and began to leave soft, wet kisses on your exposed neck. Your knees began to go a bit weak and the butterflies in your stomach went wild.

Of course he was being needy when you were fed up with his behavior, could you ever break the cycle ?

It was silent other than your slow inhales and shaky exhales. His hand that sat on your hip began to raise the end of the silk fabric gently.

“ I know you missed me too, baby, you don’t have to be shy.”Jungkook spoke in the voice you heard when he was dealing with a partner and needed to persuade the other party. God, it always works wonders for him. And, now you.

His hand ventured down from the top of your thigh to in-between your legs, his slender fingers pulled at the waistband of your black panties making you gasp lightly at the contact.

“ Kook, we need to have a talk.”, you managed to get out somehow during your trance.

“ We can talk as soon as I get done making up for lost time, princess.”, his words came off his tongue clearly and seductively.

As much as you wanted him to fuck you, your mind caught a glimpse of Jungkook beating up someone for not paying his debt when it was owed. You thought of the beating turning deadly and that maybe this person died after being beaten so brutally. You pictured your boyfriend having his body disposed of and any evidence thrown away. How could you let those same evil hands touch you ? You caught his hand quickly and shook your head at him through the mirror.

“ I'd rather we talk now.”

His hand fell from your body and his arms crossed at your words, a worried expression sketching over his face waiting for you to speak.

In the silence you pondered about whether or not you should speak your mind for once or just apologize and let him have his way. But, the look of concern on his face pushed you over the edge into a pool of confidence.

“ I want you to leave the mafia.”, you said, turning from the mirror and looking up at him with soft eyes. At first a small chuckle left his lips thinking you must be joking with him, but after seeing you purse your lips and look to the ground nervously, his face dropped.

“ There’s no fucking way you’re serious, is there ?”, he asked you rhetorically.

“ Kook, I know it sounds crazy, bu-”

Jungkook scoffed, turned from you and walked out of the bathroom. Your eyebrows knitted together in irritation at his rude behavior. Of course when you had something to say, he had to act so childish. You stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching as he sat down on the bed and rubbed his temples.

“ Listen, I had a long day and I really don’t want to argue, Y/N.”

“ It isn’t arguing, I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend about something that is bothering me and you just don’t want to listen as usual..”

He bodded with an ironic smirk on his face, “ You’re right, I don’t want to come home to hear you bitch about things that don’t directly affect you, I just want to fuck you and tell you how much I love and adore you. You know me so well.”

It was your turn to scoff and raise your voice a bit, “ I’ve never been this stressed in my fucking life, Kook, I’m always worried about you, my career and our future. Everything that you’ve gone through, I’ve been right by your side and I always felt the consequences of being in this relationship- the good and the bad.”, you finished with a determined look on your face.

He looked up from the ground, concentrating on your words, but he didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, he seemed relaxed and even more bored of the conversation, “ I know you make a lot of sacrifices for me and my work, I am so thankful for that, but I can’t give it up because it isn’t just my job it is my life.”, he explained simply making you feel guilty for bringing it up.

Jungkook walked over to you, towering over your body in intimidation, he smiled sweetly looking down at your blank eyes, “ How about we forget this whole thing and just watch a movie, yeah ?”

“ Will you fucking take me serious, Jungkook.”, you stated coldy pushing past him.

Jungkook followed in behind you and stopped a few feet away from you as you stopped in your tracks.

“ I don’t know how much I can handle this lifestyle, it’s making me go a little crazy and I don’t want to put my health in last place as I’ve done before, I want to be with you and be happy.”

Your boyfriend nodded before walking over the bed and sitting down, “ Okay, so what does that really mean, y-you don’t love me anymore.”, his voice becoming unstable as he thought of you finding another man and being in love with someone other than himself. His temper couldn’t help but rise as he looked over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You turned over at him hearing his tone changed immediately shaking your head, “ Of course not, I just don’t want prioritize everything else over my well-being, I love you and I would stay by your side through anything, but I was lately I’ve been thinking about a life where we have a permanent home, a little family and.. I don’t have to imagine you not coming back home to me.”, you finished with a gloss in your eyes and Jungkook with a softened gaze.

“ I mean, I really do understand you’re still trying to prove something to your father, but I-“

He laughed softly at your accusation although you were right, he always made his father proud by being the best at everything he did and turning away from the family business isn’t something he would approve of even from beyond the grave.

“ Babe, I don’t have to prove shit to anyone- especially a dead man.”, he told you with a faux-unfazed tone.

“ Okay, so then, why don’t you turn away from this life, so we could be a normal couple, be a normal family.”

“ Y/N, this is my normal. You forget I wasn’t just brought into this ten years ago, it’s always been my fucking life.”

“ Sometimes I think you say stupid shit just for attention, Y/N.”

You crossed your arms in defense and glared over at him, “ Stupid shit ? Stupid shit is having to wait hours after midnight worried sick and not knowing if you’ll come back home. Stupid shit is not being able to get comfortable in one place for more than a few months because you’re somebody’s fucking target.”, you spat at him with a sharp tone.

Jungkook tongue the inside of his cheek trying to repress his fiery anger begging to show you your place, but his sane side held him back. He stared over to you with an agitated gaze and shook his head, “ You know what, I don’t have time for this. I have to be out in the morning.”. 

“ Time ?”, you scoffed tears brimming your eyes in frustration and built up anger, “ You had all the time in the world to shut out my cries and fuck me to sleep twenty minutes ago, Jungkook.”

He laughed to himself being caught off guard, but you found nothing funny at all. A tear fell from your eye, but as quickly as it fell you wiped your cheek, “ I’m fucking serious. You pick and choose what things are worth the great Jeon Jungkook’s time and apparently, my concerns don’t fit into your frame, huh ?”

Jungkook laid back on his side of the bed propping his head up with a muscular, fully-tattooed arm eyeing you with a knowing smile. A smile that he always used in arguments to try and crack you up, to get you to take a step back and apologize for getting so angry over nothing. Except this wasn’t nothing, this was your fucking life and you’d be damned if you kept backing down from him.

You nodded with the same amount of vengeance in your expression, you threw your hands in the air and clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “ Since you love to have your options and be able to pick and choose your destiny, I have one for you.”

Jungkook shuffled in his spot with interest and nodded for you to continue, even though you were going to no matter what he said.

“ The mafia or me.”

“ Choose between my life-long work, my family’s legacy, the foundation of my name ?”, he repeated to make sure he heard you correctly with an eyebrow raised, you just stared at his relaxed position, “ Don’t be fucking crazy, Y/N, no such desicion exists

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words in humiliation and the tears beginning to fill your eyes once more. How dare he not choose the woman who’s been at his side, aided him in his time of need and done everything he asked of you. Fuck him and his love.

“ Then, I will make it for you.”

He watched as you walked to the closet and put on your Yves Saint Laurent zip-up he’d bought you for your birthday last year. You slid on a pair of Yeezy slides with a light gray color, another gift from your soon to be ex-boyfriend according to you words and actions.

Jungkook sat up from his position realizing how serious you might be, that you might actually leave him. You looked at him once more holding the ends of your jacket

“ Come on, princess, let’s be rationa-”

“ FUCK YOU”, you yelled in a swift turn of events as if you’d been waiting to use the two emergency words all night.

Now, in the very moment, your mind wasn’t concerned with the profile of the man you were speaking to. You didn’t seem to remember the murder or the man who would brutally beat up disrespectful victims, you just felt that you needed to release your anger in anyway. Only a couple seconds after, you realized how this might be trouble for your well-being.

You turned from him and began your walk to the door that now seemed to be miles away as you tried your best to ignore the loud footsteps that seemed to be quickly approaching your body. You held your breath and tried to at least make it to the door just as your hand connected to the doorknob. His voice spoke up, loud and clear to anyone with the intent to live.

" Don't fucking open that door.", his voice echoed, infinitely in your brain and once through the room.

You thought once more and asked yourself what he would do if you actually left and to that you answered, ‘ Jungkook would never hurt me.” With that response, you began to turn the golden knob.

Before you could pull the door open, you felt a pair of strong hands pull you by your forearms with such strength and effortlessly pull you back, spinning you and pushing you back against the door. You groaned in pain feeling your back collide with the metal door with all of his might.

“ Shit.”, you attempted to fall forward in distress, but you were pushed back once more with a little less force, but not zero.

You looked up at your attacker still in pain and shocked, realizing he actually put his hands on you, you guys got in pretty bad fights, but he never made you feel like he might hurt you physically. Jungkook stared down at you with a look of disappointment and vexation as if looks could kill you’d be six feet under. His body pressing you further into the door with no room to breathe yout shaky breaths.

“ Don’t you ever raise your voice at me. I let you slide with everything else you've said to me.", he placed one of his hands on your cheek and gripped your chin forcefully making you look deeper into his eyes, " but you will never again in your life disrespect me like that.”

You just nodded, too scared to speak back as he was silent and just stared at you with a look of crazy that almost seemed animated, he moved his hand from your chin, delicately rubbing your bottom lip in contrast to his hold on you.

“ I cannot leave my life behind, but I can’t let you leave me either.”, he whispered against your lips as if the secret was made clear by his actions, he leaned closer laying his forehead on top of yours, “ You understand that, right ?”

You parted your lips as a sound barely audible fell from your lips, “ Y-yes.”

“ I love you more than life itself, I need you to be with me.”. Jungkook put a little bit of space between you once more allowing you to regain steady breaths. He unzipped your jacket gently pulling it from your skin as you allowed him effortlessly.

“ So, let’s just lie down and come back to this in the morning, yeah ?”Jungkook asked with a dark gleam in his eyes that you’d never recognized before and a sinister smile that would be engraved in your mind.

Scared for your life and still in shock of his psychotic behavior that was gone in a flash you nodded slowly and took hold of his hand as he guided you back to the bed. And as much as he would apologize for his flash of anger and promise it was a one-time thing and that you didn’t have to worry about him acting so harsh in the future, it was never the last time.

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Request!(It's Urgent...Kind of)

Okay, let me get straight to the point-- I am stuck with Jungkook's part in Maknae Line's reaction and I intend to publish the part before the week ends(According to my time zone).

So, I need your help. I find writing yandere jungkook challenging. There, I have said it. Yes, I have written a story on this before but here-- I have the complete plot but not the complete character.

So please send me asks or message me privately and share your opinion and ideas regarding a yandere Jungkook. What characteristics you imagine, the psyche--even some scenarios might help. I admit it now, I'm desperate.

#yanderebts #yandere bts #bts yandere

[galaxypillar]

He remember the times when they would laugh and giggle.how they’d cuddle up together in the same bed.share kisses and eat together,play.It was something he remembered that makes him wish for the old days,but now.now,what’s the point?He’d rather think of himself and getting himself together than worry about them.the ones who’s rejection hurt the most.the ones he thought he could count.but not anymore…never again would he let himself cry over spilled milk

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Jungkook had always thought he’d present as omega.I mean,he has the characteristics of one.but than he presented,and it wasn’t what he had thought it to be.and because of that,he lost everything.

Jungkook presented as a beta,becoming a burden to everyone’s eyes.There were 4 alphas and 2 omegas.Namjoon was the pack Alpha.his rule was absolute but he never abused it.Yoongi was his second in command,followed by Seokjin and hoseok.Taehyung and jimin were both omegas.jimin and taehyung becoming the babies of the pack.they were loved and coddled on.the alphas reacting to their omega nature and giving them love and protection that they needed.

He wanted that.to be loved.to be coddled.to be scented.but it never happened,all because he was a beta.

Being a beta meant many things.there scent was sometimes almost nonexistent and having little to no heats.they weren’t made to take an alphas knot or be their mate.as well as satisfy an omega or be their mate.The world has a cruel way showing it and their place in society.

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It had been almost 2 years since he last slept in the pack room.His own room was cold,and there was no more trace of jimin’s sweet strawberry scent.yeah,he can smell it.his nose was strong for a beta.He can smell a lot of strong alpha and omega scents.A beta’s nose is usually not able to detect other alpha or omegas scent because of their dynamic but he has been able to every since he found strange marks appearing on his body like tattoos and getting painful cramps every now and then.

Infact,he’s been noticing a lot of things that he’s found out that’s weird for a beta or wrong with him.he just never noticed it earlier because of his grief and depression after being rejected many times by his pack.

When they mate,he can hear the omegas moaning and screaming for more,for their alpha and their knots.he’s not able to do that,just because he’s a beta.he can’t help them when they have their heat and he can’t even get close anymore because of their alphas possessive nature.jungkook has always felt left out after he presented and his pack-or well bandmates don’t even do anything with him anymore.he only sees them and be near them when at practice or eating.he can’t feel the love anymore and to be honest the love he had for them is faded.nothing but an torn string

It was why he moved out.no,he didn’t leave but he also didn’t let them know he had moved out in the first place.the others don’t know that,too much in love with each other to slowly notice that belonging’s and his presence was almost nonexistent at this point.jungkook had got an one bedroom apartment with a really big closet,bathroom,living room and a kitchen.

“It’s perfect,”,he said to the landlord who stood behind him.”I’ll take it.”

That was the beginning to his new story chapter.

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Jungkook stood in the kitchen,hands moving to take another bite of his banana when an intensely sweet smell hits him like a rock.he groans quietly,annoyed.jimin’s heat started on Monday and it was now Thursday.he can’t even get a lick of sleep without hearing the banging against the wall and loud moaning and growling.he can’t even leave the dorms.Sejin didn’t want him leaving the dorms as much or they’ll get in trouble for keeping him moving out a secret.so now he was stuck here.how Jungkook wished to be asleep.in his own bed,safe in his new apartment.but sadly,that’s not the case.

With a sign,he pulled out his phone,unlocking it and going straight to his messages.he met others like him,betas abandoned and rejected by their packs.who abandoned them.They were great friends,family even.he has known them for about a few months now but he feels like he just belongs with them.as his family.as his pack.and Jungkook rather it stay that way.

“Kookie and the three dumbasses”

Miho💎-kookie,you coming out today?!

Jinil🕺-we’re going out to the pack house today.rio wants to us to celebrate your new hit!!!

Kim🐱-why is everyone so loud?

Miho💎-backread Kim🙄✋

Kookie-I’ll see if I can make it.one of the omegas is in “heat”so I rather the alphas not maul me for coming back smelling like you🤷‍♂️

Jinil🕺-I’ll let rio know your predicament kookie

Kim🐱-last time,I went back home smelling like rio,they bared their teeth at me and almost sliced my face🙄

Miho💎-Oop-

Jinil🕺-nooooo-not your beautiful face😭!!

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Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle at his friends antics.he loved them and they were wild.chaotic even.he was so distracted by his phone that he didn’t even notice when 2 figures entered the room.he couldn’t help but giggle again when Kim demanded that they all get on a call so he could yell at them.

Namjoon and hoseok entered the kitchen,having came back from getting more snacks and refreshments for jimin.who was still in the middle of his heat.they could smell the sweat scent of jimin’s slick and sweat from here.they both wanted to got to him but another delicious scent had caught their noses again.the same scent that all of the alphas and omegas smelled for days.that made them crave something.that made their fangs throb.it was that very same smell that screamed

Mate

Hoseok was breathing in the smell through his nose while namjoon stopped to calm himself before they both towards the person whose scent haunted them for days and made them want for everything.Jungkook.sweet jungkook,the baby,muscle bunny.jungkook, and ho didn’t seem to care about them.he seemed to let out an inviting smell,a sweet scent that almost made them want to bite at his scent glands over and over so all of their scents mixed together to make a beautiful concoction.it almost made them think jungkook was an omega.

Hoseok was intrigued while namjoon was suspicious.namjoon remembers jungkook’s scent,always faint but still had that fresh smell of banana milk.now his scent was booming.fresh and sweet,too sweet.

Hoseok on the hand felt his fangs throb and suddenly,his alpha side was emerging.scratching at the surface.to make jungkook submit and bite on his scent glands.both alphas stood in a trance,watching,alphas waiting patiently to their prey.

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It was when jungkook got a whiff of the pack alpha scent,namjoon,did he look up.

He jumped,surprised by the sudden appearance of the 2 alphas.namjoon stared him down hard while hoseok seemed to be getting closer and sniffing the air in his direction.jungkook cringed internally before he moved away,going the other direction,wanting to leave the kitchen and go back to his safe haven.his room

“Pup….,where are you going.Don’t ignore me.”,jungkook froze at the deep voice of namjoon,the pack alpha.namjoon wanted jungkook to stand infront of him and figure out why he smelled so good.hoseok wanted to bite his maknae scent gland and combine their scents.jungkook stood by the kitchens entrance,knowing if he as so made a single move that they would force him into submission.he didn’t want to face them,not when they ignored and starved him of love and affection for 2 years.he knew they were watching him and he could only stand there waiting for an opportunity to leave.

“Come here”,an order

He felt complied to follow the order and his body moved on his own,turning around to face namjoon who had gotten closer,his alpha on the surface judging by his amber eyes.jungkook gulped and begin pleading for something,anything to get their attention off of him.

That opportunity came quick,when jimin screamed in pleasure,having been knotted by yoogni.the 2 alphas snapped their heads in the other direction,towards the other entrance,where the hallways to the pack room and the other rooms were.jungkook used their distraction as a getaway and headed to his room.they had moved out of their old rooms and away from the hallway that had their old rooms since jimin and taehyung couldn’t stand his non-existent scent.it hurt,knowing that the ones he loved didn’t want to be around him.now,now he was happy they moved away from him.he could leave without them asking him questions since his room is near the front door,and he doesn’t have to be near the room that’s full of hormones and animals-in-heat.

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It was around 3 am when jungkook woke up to a strange heat in his body.his eyes were bleary and he was sweating.a strange pleasurable heat pooled in his stomach.he could only moan at the strange feeling but it felt good.he layed back down to get back to his senses,all of his senses heightened.

Jungkook felt as though he was on clouds.his body was warm but felt good.the cool air from the fan felt cool on his body too.but then his member twitched.he barely registered what happened before his nipples hardened and his hole throbbed.something wet starting leaking from his hole and he suddenly felt scared.these things sounded like symptoms of a omega going in heat but he wasn’t a omega,he wasn’t one and he could never be one.he knew that for sure.

Jungkook suddenly felt lost and scared and tiny,so tiny in his room.he knew something was wrong but he had a feeling that if he tried to leave his room,something bad would happen.a gut feeling,it was as though a predator was waiting for its prey and that alarmed jungkook of his predicament.he fumbled around,trying to move but his body felt weak.jungkook turned and layed on his stomach and scooted to the side of his bed.he moved his arm and felt around for a bit before he grabbed onto metal,his hand grabbing his phone.

The light burned his eyes but he didn’t take notice to it,his eyes looking frantically at his contacts.he weighed down his options,knowing none of his new pack made of betas wouldn’t be able to help him so he thought of the next best person.

Sejin

End of chapter 1

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[jkeuphoriadreamland]

you’ve been an amazing friend to me and i love you 🥰❤️

And you’ve been an amazing and incredible and amazing friend to me. Love you 4evaa 💋💋💋

#yanderebts

[filthykpopmulti]

luv u 💖

#ask #yanderebts

[fxlattee]

I've come to noticed that most of the individuals I follow here has been inactive since 2 to 3 years ago. I'm panicking, what is happening? Or... what has happened? Am I in the future or something? Did I just skipped time and Tumblr isn't Tumblring anymore? This has to be a joke.

@xherxx @amoc94 @purpleyoonn @explicit-tae @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue @darkestcorners @craztextae @bangfantanfic @aajjks @lleldey @redsaurrce @yanderebts @deepdarkdelights @darkmulti @ninetailedfoxmanchi

My lords, please don't leave me.

[aajjks]

Hi, I hope this helps you a bit. I love all the stories you write, especially the maknae lines, you write them interestingly and when I read them, they always make my heart flutter

Yandere Maknae Line List

1. They're jealous : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-they-are-jealous-m/mr5trrkadfiv

2. They need you : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-they-need-you/m9s8omrdtigw

3. Their S/O is crying and scared because she is pregnant : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/disclaimer-this-is-a-yandere-reaction-itll/509eccv4xm08

4. Reaction to you being whiny : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-maknae-line-reaction-to-you-being/dx8pdoc3ikzd

5. Having a very Shy/Obedient S/O : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/hi-can-i-request-a-soft-yanderebts-maknae-like/3j0lzpiqq6am

6. Manipulating Their S/O when You want to break up : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-manipulating-their-so-when-you-want/38ql0lrhpcb9

7. Their S/O locking them to find the key to escape them : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-their-so-locking-them-to-find-the/7aap55vyq3ci

8. You accuse them of Cheating : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-you-accuse-them-of-cheating/hhz368i7yjhg

9. You want a divorce : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-you-want-a-divorce/pvxdhglia6ts

10. You want a baby : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-you-want-a-baby/hhm965cnmdgv

11. You reject them : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-you-reject-them/3ybqe910v37l

12. You’re insecure : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-youre-insecure/z5jl5k6wbt4j

13. Their S/O being bratty : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-their-so-being-bratty/jrnub36f4ld4

14. Spanking their Y/N for trying to escape : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/disclaimer-this-is-a-yandere-reaction-itll/8xylfs0986gb

15. Someone hurting Their S/O (mafia) : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-someone-hurting-their-so-mafia/hnbn30y8414j

16. Having a really dependant S/O : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/yanderebts-having-a-really-dependant-so/gmsl5c7l3xzz

17. Ask Yandere BTS - Maknae Line : https://at.tumblr.com/aajjks/please-may-i-rq-either-andor-if-you-only/egobx8yj2awm

Unfortunately I can't post it as a hyperlink 😞 but I hope it helps you a little. I hope you have a good day 😊

tysm 😭 unfortunately the link don’t work but I just am so happy that you took yr time to write this 😭😭😭😭I appreciate you sm n tysm!!!

#asks

[chummywchimmy]

KILL TO KISS YOU

PAIRING : Yandere!Jungkook x Prostitute!Reader

SUMMARY : Being in the business of selling pleasure, you're no stranger to customers getting a little too attached. But when the head of the syndicate that has painted your town red arrives to stake his claim on the club you work in, all you can think about is making you paycheck fatter. You'd never been shy about your love for material possessions and if there was anyone who could give you things beyond your wildest dreams, it was the Boss, Jeon Jungkook. It took some convincing but he fell in your lap. What you didn't expect was his attachment. It only proves to be...too much.

GENRE : Yandere AU, Mafia AU

WC : 8K+

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, explicit smut (18+), violence, guns, descriptions and mentions of dead bodies, threats and implications of sexual assault, yandere themes etc.

I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

AN : Merry Christmas! I really enjoyed writing this one-shot. If you guys like it, I could be persuaded to write the aftermath of the ending considering the fact that JK will only get crazier :)And if not, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions you might have or just anything you wanna say through the asks. Love you! <3

"Hey, it's time." A brunette head popped in through the unlocked door, causing a squeak to fall out from the mouth of the man moving above you, his heavy frame surprised by the intrusion.

The intruder went away as quick as she had come, unfazed by what she had seen. The same couldn't be said for the man who had frozen still above you. What had he been expecting?

A whorehouse didn't exactly bring a lot of privacy with it.

As soon as the double gated doors to the entrance of the VIP section opened, everyone stilled in their places. A group of men stepped into the dimly lit area, in the middle of which stood the guest of the evening. Jeon Jungkook.

White shirt, starched to perfection, buttons gleaming. You wondered if they were made of silver, the reflection they created gleaming in your eyes. Aside from the silver chain dangling from his thick, corded neck and the buttons of his shirt, your eyes were caught on his exposed chest. Tan, smooth skin shone under the golden lights, three unopened buttons on his shirt exposing the muscled chest for the world to see. Money always looked sexy to you, tonight especially so.

Standing at the back, partially hidden area as you were, you stole a flute of champagne from one of the servers moving past you to serve to the guests.

Jimin had rushed towards the new owner of this club, bowing and ushering him inside. The professional smile upon his face never faltered, although you could notice the visible shake in his hand as he motioned the waiters to come forward.

The stoic man, not a single shred of acknowledgement upon his face raised his hand up without giving the waiter a glance and muttered what you presumed was an order for hard whiskey because that was what he was presented with.

As soon as the man had sat down on the black couch, the men around him relaxed, a few taking drinks of their own. Except the ones who still stood around him, rigid as if made of granite.

The girls on the poles began their show as the lights lowered further and music began playing.

Now was your time.

As you strutted to where the boss was sitting, silk robe fluttering around your thighs and hair bouncing as you swayed your hips from side to side, you knew what you wanted to do was dangerous.

But you knew men like him. They noticed daring.

And that watch on his thick wrist, adorning golden skin that was exposed due to the pushed back sleeves, looked way too good.

You knew every single man in the area was looking at you, salivating. You dwelled in it, bathed in their desire. It fuelled your confidence.

Except the man you wanted to notice you wouldn't look in your direction. Jungkook was talking to a man who stood at the end of the couch he was sitting on, a glass held in his large palm, the golden liquid shining under lighting of the same hue.

As you neared the back of his couch, the men standing around it glared at you, one of them getting in your way.

You smiled at him, putting a hand in the middle of his chest. The silver cross hanging from his neck made you want to snatch it but you curbed the urge. It was their group's symbol. You'd be shot on sight.

For a second, your heart thumped. What you touched felt too hard, too weirdly shaped to be a wallet or handkerchief.

It broke your composure for a moment, the realisation that these men were dangerous and the one you were aiming for was the most dangerous of all.

But it's better to be on the devil's side than on his way.

So you widened your smile, speaking through your glossy lips, "calm down, big boy. I'm just here to help your boss relax."

As your robe slipped down your shoulder, his stance loosened and you pushed him aside, throwing a smile over your bare shoulder before you lowered your head down to the ebony head sitting on the couch.

Spreading your palm upon his shoulder that felt tense, you began moving it downward towards his chest slowly. But before you could make much progess, your wrist got caught in a grip of iron. The hand clutched your wrist so tight, you felt your blood circulation get cut off.

"Whoa. If that's how you lik-"

The humor in your tone got cut off instantly as he pushed you to stand in front of him.

Despite the height difference caused by him sitting and you standing, in your heels no less, you felt like he was looking down upon you. A sneer upon his chiseled face and fire in his eyes burned you.

But you were a professional.

So pasting a sweet smile upon your face, you began whispering, sweet as sugar, "Let m-"

"Who gave you the permission to touch me, girl?" The sneer upon his face hardened.

Your subconscious giggled, 'You fucked up this time, YN.'

But you didn't wanna die, so you leant down, your cleavage on display, and splayed out your hand,

"I noticed your glass was emptying, sir. So I-"

Your words were cut off as the same hand that had imprisoned your wrist wrapped around your throat, squeezing at the sides. His eyes dug into yours before pushing you away from him.

You gained your balance before you landed upon your ass and lost your seductress front.

By that time, he had disappeared into the darkness of the girl's booths with one of the girls.

The astrology predictions was right when it said that your zodiac would face losses in business today.

Before you'd clocked out for the night, you went to Jimin's desk to collect your cheque. As you rounded the corner, you were met with the sight of Shanice standing in front of Jimin. She had her head down, staring at the ground as Jimin ranted.

"-really unprofessional. He was raising questions about the performance of my girls. You know I don't tolerate that Shanice. I've built this place from the ground up. What would we do if he de-"

"Hey I'm leaving." You stopped him in between.

He looked over from staring at Shanice in disappointment to looking in your direction, face red from shouting.

"Yeah, here." He went behind his desk to write the cheque after checking your appointments from his computer. As he was writing, Shanice took her leave, nodding an acknowledgement to you before leaving. You patted her back. Everyone had a bad day in this business every once in a while and you sympathized with her.

"Why were you pissed at her?" You asked Jimin, putting a cheque in your Louis Vitton vintage handbag.

"Jeon wasn't satisfied. Taunted me saying my girls aren't worth the hype."

Your eyes widened. Shanice had some of the highest paying clients so it couldn't be that she was bad.

"Maybe.....he's into men?" You questioned meekly.

Jimin gave you an exasperated look. It had been a long night for everybody.

The next week, exactly seven days later, Jungkook showed up again. When you'd heard the news, you rushed out, determined to get him to notice you this time.

Dressed in a babydoll gown, you sauntered over to him, deciding to play up the shy act this time since he hadn't seemed to like the bold face of you.

He looked angry tonight, fire brewing in his eyes.

As you walked in his direction, his eyes dragged over your figure. Before you could bat your eyelashes at him, he clutched the arms of the two girls nearest to him, dragging them away.

You pouted. Were you losing your charm?

Seeing Shanice walk out of her booth, you sidled up to her.

"Hey Shan. What'd you do with the Jeon's paycheck?" You asked, wanting to secretly figure out how much a night with the boss could pay.

"Haven't been able to touch it. Its been sitting in my drawer like a rock." She said, a conflicted look upon her face.

"Was he that bad? Too sma-" You began sniggering as she shushed you, glancing around you two frantically.

"Do you wanna die?" She whisper-yelled.

You pulled a sad face. "Damn, it was that bad, huh?"

She finally let out a laugh that sobered up as soon as the sound reached your ears.

The booth that Jungkook and the two girls had disappeared into emanated sounds of cries and loud, strung out moans.

"So....clearly it wasn't bad in that sense." You spoke.

"Well, the sex itself was great. Just the fact that he put a gun to my head as he began climaxing froze me up." She spoke, glancing towards the door.

You froze. Gun? Was he into necrophilia?

"Dying for the dick took a literal meaning." You whispered, eyes bulging out.

The two girls didn't have the same near death experience as Shanice but the boss clearly wasn't satisfied. Jimin shouted at the girls again, who seemed bewildered to say the least. According to them, he'd climaxed and they had too.

By the time Jeon arrived next week, you had connected the dots. And this time you had a plan. Gun or no gun, you wanted that cheque. The next day when one of the girls showed up with an emerald pendant she'd splurged the cheque upon, your insides were as green as the rock dangling from her pale neck.

Your amazon subscription was ending this week!

So when the man arrived next week, you were prepared. Smoky eyeshadow bringing out your eyes and clad in black lingerie, you looked every bit the seductress you wanted to look like.

Seeing him, however, brought a hesitation in your step. He looked angry.

raging, even.

You'd heard the news. The two gangs were fighting again. The area was becoming more dangerous to operate in and bloodshed was only on the rise.

Veins straining against the golden skin of his throat, jaw clenched shut and a storm brewing behind his eyes. The droplets of ruby red upon his white shirt didn't help either.

This time, however, he kept his eyes upon you until you reached his side.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch.

"Want it that bad, huh? Better make it worth my while, girl." He sneered, thin pink lips twisting as he clamped his hand around your wrist.

By the time, you reached the room and he peeled back the red curtain, you'd regained your bearings.

Showtime.

He walked inside the small room, awash with red light, his walk as tense as the rest of his body.

Spotting the red chaise lounge, he sprawled in top of the red velvet. Eyes burning a hole in your body, he beckoned you forward with a crooked finger, face giving no indication of anything he might be feeling.

You took your sweet time walking towards him, heels clicking against the floor.

You kneeled down in between his sprawled legs, running your hands up his muscled thighs. Reaching the zipper, you bent your head down, putting the metal between your teeth and pulling it down. The sharp intake of breath from above you made you want to look up, ruffle your hair and smirk at him.

And so you did.

His eyes narrowed at your audacity. Grabbing your wrist, he pressed your palm over his crotch. Just for a moment, his hips raised up into your palm, large eyes drooping as if they wanted to close.

But as soon as you felt that he had fallen under your spell, his eyes snapped open,

"I pay you to suck my cock. Not to fucking ogle at me."

With these venomous words, his hands made a makeshift ponytail by gathering your hair in his large fist. Raising at eyebrows at his words, while taking monster out of its boxers made cage, you wanted to mutter touché.

But his fist pressing down upon your head made you bow your head before you could speak and the mouth you'd opened to tease him was now filled with a cock that made you look back on your comments to Shanice.

Oh how wrong you'd been.

Trying to wrap your hand around the entire girth, you suckled on the tip, gradually taking more inches down your throat. As you suckled, you raised your eyes up. Knowing how wanton you looked. How alluring. Numerous men had told you so.

As soon as he saw your eyes trying to catch his gaze, he glared into your eyes. Immediately, you softened the look in your eyes, making yourself tear up as you choked. The eyeliner falling down your cheeks in streaks, you stared at him with tears swimming in your eyes.

Spittle left from the corners of your mouth, coating your neck and chin. As another line of water went past the rim of your eyes, your tongue began caressing his frenulum, hand working up and down his hard shaft.

As you felt the salty precum fill your mouth, you raised up his white shirt that covered his abdomen, caressing the abs before running your nails down his skin. As the ribbons of red broke out on the honey skin, his cock pulsed on your tongue and you were sure he was gonna erupt.

But with a curse, he jerked you off, breathing hard with his eyes closed.

You gave him a pouty smile as you stood up. Seeing his hands reaching towards the thin straps of your gown, you stepped back quickly, giggling.

"Patience is a virtue, sir." Although in his line of work, you wouldn't exactly expect him to have come across any virtues.

Looking straight into his eyes as they stuck onto you like a leech, you caressed the black straps. Hooking a finger underneath each, you pushed the gown off your shoulders, shimmying out of it till it fell on the floor.

Bare breasts, flushed with perspiration was exposed to his greedy eyes. The look that overcame his face was feral, almost scary. Teeth hooking onto his pink bottom lip, he let out a breath, nostrils flaring.

You turned around, the look was arousing you way too much when you had a show to put on.

Holding the sides of your underwear, you pushed it down your legs, bending the whole way down. You knew your mission was achieved when you heard a broken growl-like sound come out of his chest, goosepimples erupting across the flesh of your cheeks that were in his direct sight.

Taking your sweet time before turning around to face him, you smiled at him sweetly, ignoring his starved look.

"Do you regret making me wait so long, sir?"

The only answer you got was his clenched hands shooting out to clamp around your wrists and jerk you forwards.

You laughed, the teasing sounds echoing from the red velvet covered walls. Climbing up the chaise lounge, you placed your knees on either side of his spread thighs, your bare heat just a few inches from his shaft that lay, pulsing and red on his abdomen that had your nail marks.

His tattooed hands had clamped around your hips, digging his fingers deep enough to leave clear indents. He tried to push you down but you stopped him, placing hands on his broad shoulders. Jungkook looked up, a confused and impatient look marring his handsome face.

You cupped your hand under his chin, making sure he was looking into your eyes as you lowered down onto his cock. A breath whistled out of his open mouth, a moan leaving yours as your slick core sucked him in easily. Clamping around the hot rod, you moved slowly. Making sure his eyes were open and looking into yours, you kissed his lips. The curtain that had been hiding the soul behind his irises fell away. He stared into your orbs, unblinking as your tongue traced the seam of his mouth, ending at his lip ring to suckle at it gently, lapping at the piercing. His head bowed back, exposing the thick neck that you chose to run your tongue up against, collecting the sweat and kissing a mole that was on the side of his neck. Within a moment, his head snapped back up, palms clutching your waist and pushing you towards the surface of the chaise lounge. One knee on the surface and a strong leg on the floor, he hovered above you.

His half undressed state, pants around his thighs and unbuttoned shirt made your cunt quiver.

His face hardened. Putting a hand on your chest, in the middle of your breasts, he began thrusting. It was your time to be breathless. From leaving your slit so that only the thick tip was breaching it to going deep till not an inch was left, he did it again and again. His cock curved perfectly, hitting the spot inside you that made the toes of your raised legs curl in pleasure. His pace brutal, he slammed in you so that the sound of skin slapping against the skin was deafening.

His hand that was on your chest, moved up to wrap around your throat, pressing on the sides of your neck to cut of the supply of air to your brain.

You let out a long moan, pleading with your eyes and your words as a string of 'please, please more' left your drooling mouth.

As your eyes rolled back into your skull, the veins in his dick imprinting themselves on your walls made you a bumbling mess. His pace never slackened. Opening your eyes, the look on his face made you whine. Dark eyebrows slashed down, a look of concentration marred his features. The chain swinging from his neck as he fucked dangled in front of your eyes.

A small black cross. The cross that only the Jeon syndicate wore.

And the black signifying his status as the supreme leader of the group. The realisation that you were fucking the Jeon Jungkook almost made you climax.

The man that had terrorised this country since he was a teenager.

You were a sick fuck.

His hand that had been choking you cracked your jaw open, fingers sliding into your mouth as he slammed into you.

"Got a real mouth on you, huh? Can't find anything sassy to say now, YN?"

Hearing him say your name for the first time that you had never told him made you screech out your orgasm. Your chest rose up, tears leaking out of your eyes, breasts heaving as you sucked his fingers, laving wetly between the fingers.

By now, his irises had been overtaken by black. The black looked wild contrasted by the red light of the room, creating dark shadows on his sharp cheekbones.

Reaching up, you clutched at his hair, pulling at them as his pace quickened, close to his climax. His cock began pulsing as he breathed heavily, grunting. Suddenly, a gleam entered his eyes as his hand moved towards his pants and pulled out a shiny, metal object.

A gun.

Putting it in front of your face, he put the finger on the trigger.

As much as you had expected this, your insides clamped with fear. He groaned, your tight walls milking him.

Looking in his eyes, you moved your head forward towards the mouth of the gun.

His eyes widened, the nasty smirk that had been on his lips wiped out as you wrapped your mouth around the muzzle of the metal, sucking lightly.

Batting your eyes at him, you sucked at the end of the gun.

It was ripped out from your lips and a weight fell upon you as his chest met yours, his cock piercing your hole so roughly, the oversensitivity made you scream.

His pace stuttered as a mouth clamped around your neck, teeth digging into the skin.

You caress his ear, rubbing at the shell.

All was quiet for a long moment as you stared at the ceiling, making sense of the fact that you had survived Jungkook.

The weight that had just begun to feel comfortable was off you all of a sudden.

Seeing his back, muscles dancing under the skin as he buttoned up his shirt and pulled his pants up, you smiled. The paycheck was about to be good tonight, you could tell.

A flash of silver caught your eyes as his watch landed near your head, the silver glowing in the light.

"Saw you eyeing it the first time we met."

With these words, he was gone.

You smiled, you knew exactly the shop you could sell this chunk of metal at for an absurd amount of money.

Jungkook was back the very next day.

Seeing Jimin's mouth gape like that of a fish made you laugh.

The club had just opened, the crowd was yet to come in the floors below and so your VIP area was absolutely barren. In fact, you had just come in as well.

You were ecstatic. Last night's paycheck had been beyond your dreams. Another paycheck like this and you would be all set for your Paris trip the following month. You had planned to spend a week in Paris, a vacation you had talked to Jimin about.

Jungkook had walked in and demanded you, refusing any drinks offered to him. That night, sober and sharp, he was even more intense than the night before, making you climax a total of three times, even going down on you before he fucked you brutally. You were in heaven.

Money and orgasms. Your two favorite things in the world.

This repeated each night throughout the week. He would arrive at the earliest possible hour and occupy you till it was time to close the club down and Jimin was timidly knocking on the door. He wouldn't dare say anything, he valued his life too much for that (the intimidating guards standing outside the room didn't help) but he would knock once to signify that it was the early hours of dawn. Not that it was always heard, the lewd sounds emanating from the room drowning out the sound of a timid knock.

You began noticing changes in Jungkook's demeanor. Changes you didn't exactly like. His emotionless mask would only stay on until you reached the room, the mask slipping away to reveal a look of hunger and almost.... desperation that seemed to increase each day.

Not to mention, one night after he'd left, you found your panties missing. You were pissed.

They were so expensive!

When he came over on Tuesday, the end of the weekdays for you, Wednesday being a holiday, his energy seemed weird.

Instead of leaving after he was done as he always did, Jungkook lingered around.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he wouldn't leave.

Then he opened his mouth,

"I want you to come with me to a party tomorrow. I don't have anyone else to ask."

His stoic face betrayed nothing, except his orbs. Expectant and anxious, as if scared you would refuse.

And you would. It was an off day for you tomorrow!

"You don't have anyone else to ask, sir? Are you sure about that?" You smirked at him, without fear. In the past week, you'd realised he wouldn't punish you for running your mouth.

He sighed, tongue poking his cheek as he looked at the walls.

"Why can't you come?"

"Wednesday is my only off day."

He stared at you for a moment before opening the door.

You thought he'd walk out.

But he shut the door as he came back into the room.

A chequebook in hand, he sat down on the chair on the far end of the room.

You began laughing, unsure if he was doing what you thought he was doing.

But you were curious too. How much money would convince you to give up the only off day you had in the entire week?

Putting the cheque face down on the space next to your thighs, he exited the room, saying

"Be ready at 7."

Holding up the cheque, signed with your name on the recipients column, the space next to Amount Payable was empty.

A blank cheque.

You sighed. Turns out, your off day could be brought with money.

Sitting in the most expensive car you'd ever seen in your life, you felt as if you were bathing in luxury. Cream leather seats, woodsy scent wafting in the air-conditioned surroundings and the driver's section partitioned off with a black panel, you truly knew what it meant to travel in style.

Leaning back against the seats, you sighed and sipped from a flute of bubbe champagne that the chauffeur had handed to you as you stepped in to sit beside the man who had requested your presence for tonight.

Looking outside, you were basking in the lights that reflected off the blackened windows. This part of the city was always amazing to travel through. High-end brands, most talked about shopping complexes and the most expensive restaurants littered the streets.

From the corner of your eye, you spied a tattooed hand creeping towards yours. Whipping your head around to face him, you quipped,

"Do you wanna hold my hand, sir? Here you can." Slipping your hand into his, you pulled the enjoined palms to rest upon your thigh.

Unable to resist the opportunity to tease him, you spoke up

"Don't worry, I don't charge for that. Not yet anyway."

His orbs twinkled with amusement yet his lips did not turn up to smile.

Typical.

The car stopped under a two-storeyed building. The first floor being the ballroom, where you imagined you were heading to and upon the second floor- the most opulent restaurant in the town. A few of your friends had talked about - how it was almost impossible to get a reservation here. Anyone who was anyone wanted to post a picture dining at one of the tables, overlooking the river that flowed through its neighbourhood.

You wondered if you could sneak upstairs while Jungkook was busy at the party to click a picture at the doors of this place. your Instagram had been too barren lately.

Walking through the lobby of the building, you were reminded of who you were with. Everyone around you seemed to shrink away from the space that the man beside you walked through. As you looked around the marble and glass beauty, every other person in the place refused to meet your eyes.

You were whisked away to the elevator, two bodyguards stepping inside while four men stood watch throughout the lobby area.

As the lift descended the first floor, you grew confused. The hand that was still held in Jungkook's warm palm tugged you outside the lift to the short hallway. You looked at him confused.

The door to the restaurant was wide open, a short balding man standing at the gate. As the two of you neared, he bent at the waist, not moving back up before Jungkook let out a small hum.

"Sir, your table is r-"

"Lead the way." His deep voice commanded. You look at his face, but he refuses to look back at you, staring ahead as you move into the opulent place.

Freeing your hand from his clutch, you place it upon the bend at his elbow, tugging at it to make him look at you.

"Why are we here? Is this the party? Pretty lame. I mean, we're the first ones here." You spoke. You'd always believed in being fashionably late.

"The party's cancelled so I thought that we could come eat something." He spoke, stopping at the large, round table placed near the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the flowing river. Twinkling city lights and serene music playing softly in the background, you felt like the main character in a movie. But this wasn't Pretty Woman and you weren't Julia Roberts.

"We didn't have to come here. Its pre-" You began as Jungkook pushed in your chair with you on it before moving to sit down. He stopped however as you spoke the words.

"You don't like it?" He spoke slowly, gaze tracing your features as if to discern the truth.

You loved it honestly. You'd never been to any place that smelled more of money than the very air in this restaurant. But you knew how expensive some places could be and while you weren't opposed to splurging every once in a while, much less when it was coming from other's pocket, you felt as if you'd already taken a lot. You could be a bit money hungry but you weren't a bad person.

But with Jungkook's statement it felt like you'd be doing harm to every person in the vicinity. With his words, the old man's nervousness became much more noticeable. The head shining down upon his bald head reflected off the droplets of sweat that became pronounced as Jungkook stared at him sternly, as if this was his fault. Honestly, the poor man looked like he was going to cry.

"No! It's beautiful here, I love it." You intervened.

Jungkook finally sat down, unbottoning his suit jacket and sending the man away.

With no other company, you looked out the window as you felt the gaze of the man sitting across from you. It was unnerving. You were good in sexual situations, not ones that were filled with awkward silence.

Suddenly a thought came to your head and you fished out your phone, handing it to Jungkook.

He looked at you with a blank look on his face.

"Could you please click a picture of me? I've always wanted to come here."

Without hesitation, he began clicking away as you posed. Some smiling prettily and a few with goofy faces to send to your friends. The fact that the head of a crime syndicate was your photographer made you giggle. What an absurd turn of events.

"Do you like posting pictures?" He asked, eyes still stuck to the screen as he snapped away.

"I guess so. I like taking pictures whenever I go to some nice place or while I'm travelling. I'm hoping to take a lot of pictures when I travel next month." You babbled, sedated by the low conversation and soothing lights.

Before you could ask if you should call for the menu, multiple waiters with several platters appeared before your table. Without even breathing in your direction, they put the plates upon the table and left.

The fact that the table was already set and the menu pre-decided made you suspicious. Absence of any other diners apart from you didn't help either.

But that could wait.

You loved food. It was the one reason you loved having a full bank account. You could splurge on food anytime, without thinking twice. As you dug in, you lost yourself in the aroma and complexity of flavors.

By the time you stopped to take a break, half the dishes were cleared which was a testament to the fact that a large quantity of food had been put on the table.

But between the two of you, it seemed the table may be cleared sooner than you'd thought.

Jungkook ate with gusto. Honestly watching him eat whetted your appetite even more. He would stare at you for a while before you'd give him a questioning look and then he'd go back to eating again. This pattern repeated for a while until the man in front of you picked up a napkin and after dabbing at the corners of his mouth, began speaking in a cautious, practiced tone,

"Do you like your job?"

You looked at him with a bewildered expression on your face.

"I don't mind it." You spoke cautiously.

After staring at you for a moment, he spoke again

"Why?"

Your mouth popped open. Was he being serious? Was he looking down at your job? At least you weren't killing people and filling your banks with blood money, you sneered.

“Uh to pay rent? Buy groceries? Travel?” You spoke, tone patronizing as if explaining it to a young kid.

Probably sensing your tone and disengagement, he steered the conversation towards another topic.

“You like traveling? Is that why you're going to Paris?” He asked, twirling the whiskey that was in glass in his hand.

Watching the amber liquid swirl, you jolted out of your carbohydrate-induced bliss.

“How’d you know I’m going to Paris?”

Without a stutter, he replied, “You just told me.”

“No I didn't.” You didn't recall telling him that.

But the confidence in his tone and the unflinching way in which he returned your gaze made you question yourself. You could’ve mentioned it. You did mention vacation at the beginning of the evening, would it be too far-fetched to assume you’d mention the trip you were most looking forward to?

You looked up from the tablecloth you’d been digging holes into, trying to scour your memories. His voice broke you out of your reverie.

“I have a...proposition for you.”

“Hm?” Did he want you to suck his dick under the table? It would explain why he brought you here.

“Quit your job at the club. Come work for me.” His voice deepened, hand reaching across the table, trying to find your hand but you had already put it in your lap.

“You want me to be your exclusive whore?” You bit out.

He winced. His hand came to rub at his nape. He was such a dichotomy. You felt that if you were to call over the bald man from before, he would take a picture of this Jungkook just to be sure that it was what he was seeing through his eyes.

“It doesn't have to be like th-”

“No Jungkook. I don't wanna be bound to one man like that.” You interrupted him.

“Why? Is it about the money? You know I can give you all the money you want. You'd never want for anything. I'll even take you on vacations often. Wherever you want to go. We cou-” He spoke, breathing picking up.

“No. I can earn all the-” You tried to stop him.

But the sound of his hand slamming down upon the table so hard that all the plates trembled was enough to silence you.

His face was tense, breathing fast and hand clenched into a tight fist, he unbuttoned the topmost button on his shirt before speaking, looking much calmer and collected.

“It's for your own good, YN. The dispute between us and the other group is at its peak and you know that damned club’s caught in the middle of it. It's also no secret that I fuck you regularly. To them, there’s nothing quite as delicious as spoils of war.

If something happens, don't say I didn't warn you.”

With a long look into your eyes, his hand raised up to motion something. a waiter came over with a few desserts.

Sweet delicacies that tasted bitter with fear.

This was the third time it was happening.

Ever since your meeting with Jungkook, he’d decided that not letting you earn at all was your punishment. Otherwise, what other reason could he have to do this?

Ever since that night, he’d book your earliest slot in advance. However, he’d not show up until later that night to take you, effectively not letting you take on other customers by blocking the time. The club wasn't like a doctor’s office that if you missed your appointment, the doctor could move on to another patient. Nuh-uh, the girl would have to wait for that customer to show up while sitting idle the entire night.

Besides, this was the boss’ appointment you were talking about. Jimin would hang you from the ceiling if you dared defy his orders.

Sighing, you looked towards the bodyguards stationed outside your door, moving to ask them the same question you’d ask them every other night.

“Why hasn't sir arrived yet?”

And like every other night, you received the same answer,

“We do not know. He must be busy, miss Y/L/N should wait for him.”

To hell with waiting!

You stormed out, eyes searching for Jimin to complain to him about the unfairness of it all. This must a business loss for him too.

Spotting him near the bar, instructing one of the bartenders, you call out his name as you reach him.

“Jimin! Hey I need to ta-”

“YN, I was just going to look for you. Please be a dear and go into my office. There's a package for you.”

“Huh?”

“Just go.” He pushed you away, in the direction of the small cabin.

Opening the glass door, you saw a large, blue velvet covered box lying on one side of the mahogany table. You pick it up, seeing the paper pasted on the top signed as ‘Jungkook’ in a scratchy scrawl.

Opening it, you come face to face with a gorgeous necklace studded with diamonds the size of your smallest toe. Putting it on your neck, the diamonds drip onto your chest, making you feel all bubbly inside.

and when that night Jungkook shows up, you smack a kiss onto his lips as he asks,

“Like it?”

“Love it.”

Putting the hoop through your ear piercing, you picked up the new tube of lipstick, dabbing it onto your moist lips. Your makeup routine was done for the night. You smiled at your reflection.

A knock on the door of your booth persuaded you to walk away from the mirror and open the thin door.

Hana stood outside, a soft smile on her face. You'd always liked her. She was nice and minded her own business most of the time.

"Hey YN. You wanna grab a drink? Business is really slow tonight so Jimin said we could chill for a while." She spoke, glancing at the bodyguards standing at both sides of the door, staring stoically ahead.

"Sure, let's go." You could really do with a drink right now.

Walking to the bar area, you perched upon the stool and rested your elbows on the island.

As the Shawn placed a fruity looking drink in front of both of you, you shifted to face Hana. Seeing her look weirdly nervous, you nudged her.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Feels like I'm sitting with the Queen of England. All the girls are way too scared to approach you, you know?" She giggled anxiously.

You snorted, a bit of the drink trickling out of your nose.

"Would the Queen do this? But seriously, did I kill someone in my sleep?" You questioned.

She gave you an incredulous look.

"You're with the boss now. You could very well get someone killed."

You were stumped. What kind of rumours were going around this place?

"We? With Jungkook? No chance and you know that better than anyone else Hana. I don't like being attached to one man."

Hana tilted her head before shaking it and smiling.

"You might not like it but it seems like he's already pretty attached." She whispered, motioning towards the two burly guards who were now standing near one end of the island, watching you two.

"Well sometimes you know that guys can and do get attached but its fleeting. And those guys are there waiting for their boss to arrive and look out for him, not me."

You did feel that Jungkook was getting attached, more than he should be. But it didn't faze you. You'd experienced this a few times in this line of work and come to know that this attachment stays only till they find something real, substantive out there.

Hana looked at you for a long moment before sighing.

"Whatever you say."

From the corner of your eye, you saw the guards disappear, probably to take a bathroom break.

Throwing back the contents of the glass, the two of you began talking about your upcoming trip to Paris and the shops you were planning to visit before leaving.

Suddenly, the main door slammed open as your back straightened, a weird feeling overcoming you.

Dozens of men marched in. Men who were armed to the teeth. sniper guns and knives strapped to their bodies and scary expressions upon their scarred, leathery faces.

One of them put a gun to Jimin's head as you heard multiple cries echo throughout the room, scared by the same treatment.

You tried to curl in on yourself, tried to make yourself small and unnoticeable.

You turned your head discreetly, trying to locate the guards. Surely, they'd help you, right? They had to. They would at least protect you against their rivals.

But they were nowhere to be found.

A voice boomed across the area,

"where's Jeon's bitch?!" The yell came out of the mouth of the man who held Jimin at gunpoint. You could see him tremble, although he tried to maintain his composure for the sake of the girls who already looked scared to death. They knew what these people could do and oftentimes, it was a fate worse than death.

When no one replied, the crowd grew angrier. A few nocked their victims by the butt end of their guns and cries echoed off the walls.

Your head was spinning. Jungkook's words reverbated in your mind. This was about to become your doomsday.

Hana's fingers that had been holding onto your arm, dug into your skin. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with fear.

"I'll ask again. Where is she?!" You knew it was only a matter of time before someone caved.

And so they did.

One of the newer bartenders, a newcomer into the city pointed a shaky finger at you.

Nasty grins that were thrown your way made you want to puke. Your heart thundered inside your chest, stories of their leader's sadism making your head light.

As a group of men began progressing towards you, you decided to try the only option left.

You tore through the corridor, running towards the men's washrooms. the bodyguards must be there. Or you were screwed.

The sound of multiple pairs of heavy, angry steps behind you made you accelerate. Your hyperventilating breaths made it hard to hear but a few of their nauseating threats made your stomach churn violently.

Seeing the door in sight, you began screaming for help, crying and yelling for them to come out. Bursting through the door, you immediately turned to lock it behind you but your inebriated state of mind spent a second too long.

You slipped upon the floor, the smell of urine and smoke filling your nostrils. Your vision was crowded by the horde of men pushing through the door, circling around you.

Your vision went hazy with tears. It felt like your heart would burst out of your chest as one of them took out a knife, walking towards you.

He crouched down, the armed hand reaching towards you oh so slowly.

You closed your eyes in resignation, a bone-deep exhaustion overcoming your senses.

Something went splat against the side of your face. Reaching a hand up to your cheek, you opened your eyes to look at your palm and screamed. Blood.

But not your own.

And then the screams began.

Sounds of guns firing and men hitting the floor. Finding an opportunity where you weren't noticed, you slipped behind one of the stalls, locking it and putting your feet up so they couldn't be seen through the gap at the bottom and for ten minutes you sat that way.

With your hands clapped over your ears to tune out the guns, screams and violence and your bottom lip caught between your teeth to silence the sobs that threatened to break out.

And suddenly, it was silent.

The sounds of shoes standing outside your door made you hyperventilate.

As the lock began to jiggle, you sobbed,

"Pl-please!"

You never thought you'd be happier to hear his voice than now

"Its me YN."

Throwing open the door, you fell into his arms, chest hurting due to the strength of your sobs.

The two of you fell on the floor, with you in his strong, capable arms, piss staining both your knees.

"Please don't let them take me." You cried, clutching at his collar in a tight grip.

"Never. They would never hurt you again." He spoke, his tone reassuring.

With fingers running through your hair, he picked you up, walking out.

He kept whispering in your ear about how no one would ever hurt you again, how he could always keep you safe and protected in his house, his domain, how you should just listen to him.

Hugging his shoulders, you sobbed.

And before the door of the washroom closed, the vision of it was seared into your brain.

Bodies lying in pools of blood, jaws shot off, brains splattered across the tiles. Still, lifeless bodies.

Each wearing a cross dangling from their necks.

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You're Mine (Vol.7)- Cherry panties (Vol.9)

The beautiful choirs of the morning birds woke the sleepy individuals spread about the living room. Today is a special day. It's the day where BTS is no longer idols for a day but ordinary people, yep, which means no dispatch, no dance rehearsals, practice-nothing!

It's a BTS field day.

“Where should we go today?”

Namjoon had his heart set on the newly built library for some time now. However, Yoongi was in dire need of whiskey (He's on his last bottle.), Hoseok wanted to check the market, Seokjin heard there's a delicious buffet nearby, Taehyung and Jimin saw an old-fashioned arcade a little way from here, and Jungkook-

?...Jungkook?

The bunny stared off into space...which is nothing out of the ordinary but usually, He looks up at the ceiling, yet this time his doe eyes never left the staircase.

“Do you think she's awake?” He asked softly.

Hoseok groaned. “ He's a lost cause.”

“He’s always been one, to be fair,” Yoongi mumbled, snipping his coffee.

Jimin throws a suggestion. “ There's a local picnic area- I saw it when we arrived here. How about a picnic?”

The idea wasn't half bad; as a matter of fact, The plan for the evening was already in motion. Jin handled the food, Namjoon took the opportunity to check out the novel he had his heart set on, Yoongi aided Jin,

Hoseok rounded up all the entertainment while putting his faith in the two youngest to follow his direction keep guard on Jungkook.

“Is Yn coming along?” Jin asked. “ If so, I'm making desserts too. She will love my dasiks.” Jin sort of relishes having you as a house guest; You are positively the most adorable person he's ever laid eyes on Beside himself. Your eyes light up when you try something new, and you make cute noises and dance a little when you taste his food.

“Right. Umm-Jimin wouldn't mind heading up there and asking her?” Hoseok needed an extra head packing the car. “Hey, Jungkook, Help me carry this food to the car.”

Obstinately, JungKook assisted his hyung, and Jimin made his way upstairs.

Always remembering minding his manners, Jimin knocked first. “ Come in.” You were utterly breathtaking like the night before; You were wearing a floral design dress that flattered your chubby curves and heeled sandals that made you eye height with Jimin. “ I'm sorry If I'm too flashy. I have never seen such nice clothes-”

“ You look amazing.” Jimin blurted.

“Aww, That's sweet of you to think so.”

“I’m guessing you heard us from downstairs. Well-Ugh, We are ready when you are.” Jimin was a giggling mess; He cursed himself, feeling the temperature on his face surge the more you stared at him; he then gave awkward thumbs up before booking downstairs to relay the message to Hyung.

The returning sound of footsteps made you giggle. “Did you forget about something-?” You turned around to find Jungkook; you quite harshly shooed him away. “Oh, It's you.” You shunned him. “Get lost, Bunny boy, before I tell Jin.”

Even with a loaded threat, Jungkook leaned against the door frame, holding a lovey-dovey twinkle in his eyes even with a laden threat. He didn't intend on staying long.

“Good Morning.” He smiled, retrieving his jacket then returning to his hyungs.

“Good Morning?”

.....

This morning is more than bizarre. Jungkook isn't a giggling mess at the sign of you. Instead, he’s been pretty well-behaved...Why?. You can't help but think Jungkook is hatching a plot to get you alone to himself-

“ I think this is a perfect spot.” Having the opinion of the grass or a table, Jimin chose the table.

While the boys set up the picnic, you settled at a different table to not arouse suspicion you’re with them to potential ‘Army.’

“Hello.”

You look up to a handsome man greeting you. “ Oh, Hello”

“May I sit here?” There are a lot of open picnic tables, but there is no harm in sharing your table.

“Of course.” You offer some room, yet the skin to skin contact is inevitable.

"Ha-Jun" He offered you a friendly shake.

“Oh, I’m Yn.” You politely shook his hand. You clear your throat at the awkward silence between the two of you. His hands are big.

“Are you from around here?”

“No-I’m just um visiting. It’s so beautiful here.” More like being held hostage.

“ I assume so-You’re beauty is quite otherworldly.” Ha-Jun beamed at the heat steaming off your face.

“Oh-ha ha, I um thank you.” You could have sworn it was supposed to be a cool day, yet it’s grown hot all of a sudden.

“Jungkook, Come help start the fire. I wasted my faith in Hoseok; whenever the fire flare-up, He ends up running away from it. Please help, or we will never get to roast marshmallows.” Yoongi begged, but Jungkook didn’t hear him.

His Jealousy was much louder.

“Kookie, What’s wrong, boy?” Taehyung teased, speaking to Jungkook as if he were a dog. Taehyung solved the puzzle when he finally tracked Jungkook’s stare. “Oh boy.”

Like Clockwork, Jimin joined in on the peep show bringing three curious hyungs with them, leaving Yoongi alone as if he gives a damn.

“I’m sorry if I’m being nosey, but why are you here alone?” He sighed before adding a follow-up comment. “ It’s much nicer with someone to keep you company.”

You chuckled. “An Introvert like myself would say otherwise. I enjoy my own company.”

Ha-Jun has taken back..a little that is-Never has he met a woman with a quick tongue; most of them just giggle away. “Ah, you’re an introvert; huh, then you know what we extroverts love to do?”

“Kidnap you.” He answered, Standing up and gently taking your hand, bringing you up to your feet. “ And I know just where I am taking you. A lovely noodle shop.”

This is the part where you snatch your hand away and say-

“Ooh! I always wanted to try black noodles!”

Wait What!? Jungkook’s eyes widen twice their size. As he watched you run off with another man.

Jin returned after giving a closer view.

“When did you leave?” Hobi observed Jin hiking back up to their picnic spot.

Jin was verbally about his exciting discovery. “ Woah! He’s that handsome actor from the new drama; everyone’s raving. Um-Bad and Crazy?”

“ Wi Ha-Joon?!” The two youngest swarmed the oldest. “ Calling him handsome is an understatement,” Jimin added as Taehyung nodded to his preaching.

Outside the fanboy circle, Jungkook studied where you once sat. What did he have that Jungkook didn’t? Muscles? He’s ripped from head to toe. A pretty smile? Army loves his bunny teeth. Style? Everything he wears becomes iconic and sells out in seconds. Attractiveness? Please! Have you seen him on the cover of Vogue?!

The mystery made him itch…badly.

……

Sharing a meal with a handsome stranger was never on your bucket list, yet you are here. To make matters even weirder, People can’t keep their eyes off the two of you, but as much as you guys laughed and ate, you hardly noticed until Wa-Joon’s phone lit up via messenger.

He nearly chokes on his fourth bowl after seeing the time. “ I was supposed to be back on set an hour ago!”

Your eyes widen, looking at the orange sky. “ Oh no!” All you could think about is the boys; they must be worried sick.

Wa-Joon paid for your meal and took off again with your hand in his, assuming you wanted to tag along, but to his dismay, you squeaked out a “ Wait.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He was embarrassed, dragging you around like a ragdoll. “I didn’t want this day to end so early.”

His puppy eyes made your heart ping. “ As much as I would like to come with you. I have to get home-...My brothers are probably looking for me.”

“Do you want me to walk you back?”

Goodness, He’s a sweetie. “ No-No, You’re already late because of me.”

He humbly smiled, denying you for blaming yourself. Ha-Joon ran off, waving goodbye until he was out of sight.

Staring out into a sunset so pretty, You decided to take the detour back to the park. Your heels clicked against the pavement; You found yourself falling head over heels for wherever you were.

The streets were laced with beautiful lights and decorations enjoyed by the lovely couples under the falling sun. “Flower’s Park.” The park lived up to its name, nothing but gorgeous flowers from here on through.

A pristine paradise like this would be an old wive’s tail. There are very few places in America that maintain cleanness; however, they couldn’t hold a candle to this paradise-

“Pretty!” A flushed face girl hiccuped her way to you; she stuttered, stumbled off her feet and onto you. “You’re a foreigner! We don’t see foreigners as pretty as you in this part of town.” She giggled

She would know about pretty; her looks resemble a doll. Perfection.

“Hey?! You're not screaming when you see me.-You don’t know me?” She squeaked, becoming more and more excited to have the pleasure of meeting you by the minute. “ If that’s your case, I’m Jennie.”

“Jennie.” You repeated with an inviting smile. “I’m Yn.”

“Your outfit is the cutest. Where did you get it?”

Truth be told. This is one of the outfits Jungkook bought you. “ This old thing, I can’t remember if I tried.” You tittered. “But I’m sure it would look better on you.”

“We both would look amazing.” Jennie sassed playfully.

“Jennie!”

“Why is she so fast when she’s drunk?”

Three other gorgeous girls chased behind Jennie.

“Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo!” Jennie cheered, but the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Shh! Come on, Jennie, we’ve been looking for you. Let’s go.”

One of the three peeled Jennie off your side just for her to yank away and return to your side, this time cuddling you in her arms.

She makes a pretty pout. “That’s rude; She’s-Yn’s my new friend. I’m not going unless I can take her with us.”

Obviously, There was no way in hell they were going to let a complete stranger join-

“Fine, but We have to hurry up. We only have a few hours of free time before heading to rehearsal.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Jennie snatched your arm while running off.

…..

Damn it, Where is she?! Jungkook searched high and low to no avail. Sunlight was limited, and you were nowhere to be found. It felt like his brain was splitting in half; the thought of you being with someone or alone was unbearable.

“ I’m in the mood for dancin’, romantic’' You sang and danced to your heart's desire, drunk on euphoria and-soju. “ Ooh, I'm givin’ it all tonight.” You pressed pause when your favorite bunny came into your peripheral vision. “Kookie!”

You rushed into his arms, giggling up a storm as you laced your arms around his neck. “ I love this song! Come dance with me!” You pulled and tugged, but Jungkook didn't budge.

Jungkook's heart thumped through his shirt. He was three notches from exposing himself just to kiss those plump ruby lips of yours; instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Whoa!” You hiccuped. “ Oh, Kookie, We’re leaving already? Bye Jennie. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“I missed you, Kookie.” Your lips pecked Jungkook's temple.

You were drunk out of your mind; He was well aware you would never speak this way if you were sober, but a thought popped up. Alcohol only helps people say what they are genuinely feeling, right?! Does this mean you've been lying to his face the whole time?

He chuckled, stroking the back of your thighs. “I missed you too, My Little Liar.”

#yandere jungkook #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts imagination #bts imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts x chubby reader #bts series #chubby reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yanderebts #idol x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓

Namjoon played with your heart and subsequently broke it. He's done toying with you but what happens when he realizes he wants more from you than he originally thought?

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Namjoon x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 3,211

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fear, Choking, Mention of Necrophilia

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

A/N: After being requested here's an alternate ending to Covetous! When Namjoon decides you're just too good to pass up.

He doesn't know when this started to happen. You were fun to play with but that was it. You were a toy he could really give two shits about but for some reason when he sees you kissing his brother it sparks something within him.

It starts off with curiosity. He knows you don't actually love Hoseok. You were just toying with him the way he did to you. It's so obvious to him but Hoseok is so in love with you that he couldn't see it.

Namjoon tells Seokjin that he suspected that you were lying and he gave his reasons why. He told his older brother everything. Well, almost everything. He didn't tell him how on multiple occasions he'd been knuckles deep inside of you pulling from you the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. But he does mention how you fell for him all because he was nice to you. It leaves the man flabbergasted and because of Namjoon's constant lying it took the eldest a minute to believe him.

Namjoon is known for lying. It's what he's best at but when he showed concern for Hoseok's feelings Seokjin couldn't help but to believe him when he said you were lying yourself. Now that he had one brother on his side that meant when he told Hoseok about your lies and you wanting to escape he'll believe you. Or better yet he tried but you had Hoseok too wrapped around your finger.

He doesn't know what pisses him off more that Hoseok didn't believe him or because you no longer were entertaining him but his brother. When he had you you were nothing to him but now that he doesn't anymore you're the first thing to come to mind when he starts his day.

To be honest he's upset you managed to reign him in. Nothing regarding love was supposed to happen between you two. He remembers how hard he laughed when you told him you loved him. He got a good laugh out of it. When you left his room he decided that what he had with you was a good run but it's over now. He'll mess with you from time to time because seeing that heart wrenching look you'd throw his way was funny but now he's laughing no longer.

When he saw the way you leaned in to kiss Hoseok on Jimin's birthday it lit something inside of him. He was interested at first when you and Hoseok would hole yourselves up in his room doing gods know what. When he realized you were "succumbing" to his brother - Seokjin's words not his - he realized having you around wasn't so bad. But that damned kiss you gave Hoseok in front of him had him hollowing his cheeks and jutting his chin out in annoyance.

Gods you really piss him off.

He wishes things were different. That he wouldn't have these feelings but alas he does and he's come to realize that he actually wants you and not in the way he did before.

When you left Hoseok was devastated. Namjoon was upset that you would leave but he doesn't know if he's upset because you broke his brother's heart or because you left without him being able to take you as his again. Maybe it's both.

It's been a year since you've been gone and Hoseok is still a mess. He lies in his bed crying out for you and waits for a word to come in from the private investigator he's hired.

He chose well because this investigator has never not found anyone he's sent to search for but Namjoon has a little secret. He made a deal with the man that comes with a hefty amount of cash. The deal is that whatever he finds he needs to run it by Namjoon first and if he finds you don't tell Hoseok.

The investigator was confused at first but money talks and so he kept his promise.

After searching for so long he's come to find out you live about eight hours away from him. Near Hoseok's ex Minjeong of course. It was her who took you under her wing and helped you escape. How she did it he's not sure but you're there and you have a full time job now. The last time the investigator saw you you were leaving the rehab center you were taken to after your escape and he's come to learn that you're clean now. He doesn't know how much you struggled to get better but you did and it honestly makes him smile. Not because he's happy for you but because it's going to make breaking you so much fun.

He's currently snooping around your apartment. It smells just like you and he finds that he likes it. You don't have any pictures up and your furniture is bland. He doesn't know if it's because you have zero taste or because you don't plan on leaving a mark. That's good enough for him because he has plans for you that don't require whatever it is you have going on here.

Time gets later and later until the sky begins to dim. By now you should have been home and Namjoon finds himself checking his phone to see the time.

He huffs in annoyance. You're late.

Based on what the investigator said you should be home by 5 PM and it's 7. He wonders what's taking you so long. Are you perhaps with Minjeong? He was told you two actually spend some quality time together. Are you working overtime or are you perhaps with someone else? He hasn't been told that you're seeing anyone romantically or so it's believed. You don't have a lot of friends so despite knowing you're probably not but the idea of you spending your time with someone that isn't him? He has to admit that doesn't sit right in his stomach.

He doesn't own you but he thinks he likes the idea of that. Much more than he originally thought he would.

You were once his brother's but thinking about you and Hoseok right now is actually pissing him off so if you know what's good for you you better be home in the next few minutes.

When he thinks you're going to be later than you already are he hears the front door beep as you put the code in.

He's sat on your dining room chair waiting. From this angle you won't be able to see him. You'd have to come around the corner towards the kitchen that is separated by a wall that's waist height.

He can hear the rustling of bags and how you sigh deeply. From the smell of it he thinks you brought groceries and it would explain why you were late.

The door closes behind you as you make your way over to the kitchen. Your eyes are facing down as you shuffle your way over. You look cute as you waddle over in your house slippers. He can't believe how absolutely clueless you are though and he decides to say something so that you can finally acknowledge his presence.

"Took you long enough."

The gasp you take is loud as you drop your grocery bags in a fright. Your eyes are wide as you back up with a hand to your chest. It makes him smile.

He stands to his full height and shoves his hands into the pockets of his loose pants. When he tries to take a step closer to you you take two steps back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Your question makes him chuckle.

"It's been a while, princess."

You're visibly shaking with your eyes growing glossy with unshed tears. He watches as you back up against the wall of your living room and it just makes his smile grow wider.

"Namjoon," you cry. "What are you doing here?"

He hums as he steps closer your way. "Am I not allowed to see my favorite girl?"

Your face morphs into one of disgust but the fear is still evident in your expression. "Please. Please don't take me back."

He grows closer to you until he's directly in front of you nearly chest to chest.

If the wall could swallow you from how hard you press into it he thinks it would and he has to admit seeing you so frightened really is doing something for him. Something good.

His hand comes up to caress your cheek to which you flinch. It makes him chuckle.

"Who says I'm taking you back, princess?"

Your brows furrow as confusion becomes evident in your features.

"T-Then why are you here?"

He breathes out deeply as he brings his face closer to yours where he runs his lips across your forehead. He can hear the way your heart rate skyrockets and feel the way you tremble beneath his touch.

He expected your response to seeing him again would be less than pleasant but he has to admit that he's enjoying it. What can he say? His princess is quite entertaining.

You jerk your head back when you feel his lips on your skin and bang the back of it against the wall. You wince from the sudden pain. Namjoon seems to notice because he gives a low chuckle as he pulls back a little so he can stare directly into your face.

"It's been so long since I've last seen you. Since I last smelled you. I wonder if you still taste the same." A smile overtakes his lips.

With a courageous front he's never seen from you before you push back against his chest. He barely budges but you made your point.

"Aw," he says. "Aren't you happy to see me, princess?"

"Fuck you, Namjoon," you cry out.

"Isn't that what you wanted? For me to fuck you?" His smile grows wider. "You know as lovers do? We were pretty close to that weren't we? But we had some issues and my brother got to see sides of you that I didn't." He looks up towards the ceiling as a thought strikes him. "I still remember when I nearly cockblocked my brother who was doing something filthy with you. Do you remember?" He grabs your face between his thumb and fingers forcing your lips to pucker up. "It had something to do with these lips. Tell me are you any good at giving head in the way you were with those pretty hands of yours?"

There's a tear that's been threatening to spill from your right eye. It clung to your lashes like a lifeline until it couldn't anymore and fell down in a streak of anguish and, does he detect, embarrassment?

"Don't get so shy on me now, princess. It is what it is." He shrugs. "Knowing then what I know now maybe I should've just knocked the damn door down and taken you for myself."

You look utterly confused and try to speak between two squished cheeks. "What are you going on about?"

Namjoon huffs a laugh. "I mean baby girl that you just had to mean something to me." He suddenly grows serious and it unnerves you. Squeezing your face tighter with his nails digging in he grits out "You just had to make me fall for you."

When the realization hits it hits you hard because you release a shaky breath with a shake of your head in disbelief.

"No," you say. "You didn't want me. I was nothing to you."

"And you're right. You weren't shit to me but it seems after some time passed things changed. After seeing you kiss my brother and fucking mean it it set something off in me. I hated it. I hated you and I hated my brother for getting to have you in ways I could only dream of." He smiles. "People change is what I'm saying, princess. I changed and now I want you."

Nothing is making sense to you so you continue to shake your head no. "Hoseok wouldn't allow it."

Namjoon snarls. "I don't give a fuck what my brother wants. You're mine now."

"And why would I ever pick you?" Heat is seethed between your teeth.

"Who says you had a choice?"

There's a moment of silence as he stares at you. You stare back confidently but only because you can hardly see him through all the tears that are waiting to be shed. Through that confidence you bite back.

"Hoseok would kill you if you touch me."

His hand leaves your face and grips your neck tightly but not enough to block your airways.

"And I'll kill you if he tries to touch me and I'll turn you into my little cock sleeve just like Jimin does."

Your eyes widen and it feels Iike there's too much air in your chest from when you gasped. Your knees are threatening to give out but don't worry Namjoon thinks. You have him.

You shake your head despite how scared you feel. "No. You're a liar. You'll never do that."

To this Namjoon laughs out loud. Like what you told him was a hilarious joke. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he is a liar. Always has been and always will be, but you're right. He'll never do that to you.

His thumb smooths over your neck as he sobers up.

You look beautiful. Maybe it's because it's been a long time since he last saw you. He's not sure but what he does know is that now that he has you he won't give you up so easily.

His thumb continues to rub softly against your neck. You're still trembling and it's probably because he still has a good hold on you. Your eyes shift from his face to around him like you're looking for something to defend yourself with.

"Don't think about it," he warns.

But you do and it's with a sudden movement do you bend your knee fast and hard into his groin. Namjoon doubles over with his hold on your neck loosening. You go around him and run to your door. You're about to open it and scream but a hand wraps over your mouth and drags you backwards until you trip and land flat on your back. Namjoon comes tumbling after when you grab his shirt when he whirls you around and lands on top of your lap. His hand is still on your mouth and it covers the screaming cries you let loose.

Your hands do a poor job at hitting him hard and despite how annoyed he is with you right now he can't help but to huff a laugh.

"You're a lot more spicier than I remember." He straddles you and stiffens when you land a good slap across his face. With his other hand he grabs your two and slams them on the floor up above your head. "Don't piss me off," he grits out.

Tears fall freely from your eyes as your muffled cries ring out in the air. You try to say something but he can't hear you over his hand.

"What's that," he asks.

It's almost like he's playing around with you because he smirks.

You try and speak again but this time he removes his hand from you and lets you talk.

"You're a piece of shit," you cry.

Namjoon grabs his chest. "You wound me, princess." He begins to laugh and it reminds you of the day when he broke your heart. "Now." He sits up straighter. "What you just did? Don't do that shit again. Otherwise I'll have to break your legs. Do you want that?"

It takes you a second as your bottom lip trembles.

"Y/N," he calls to you sternly.

Slowly you begin to shake your head no.

"Good."

All that's heard are your sniffles as you try and reign in your loud crying.

Honestly he doesn't like seeing you cry. Fear is one thing but the way your face scrunches up so pitifully turns him off.

You hiccup a little and mumble something he doesn't quite catch.

"Come again?" He leans a little towards you.

You hiccup again and frown as you speak a little louder. "You're worse than Hoseok."

Namjoon grits his teeth as a fire begins to roar within him. This time when he grabs your neck he squeezes tight and it makes you gasp in air that can't reach your lungs.

"Say Hoseok's name one more time. I dare you." He's finally come to realize that he hates the way his brother's name falls from your lips. "I told you you're mine."

Your hands come up and claw at his one. You keep trying to gasp for air but it doesn't come. When you think you're about to pass out he releases you and finally those gasps of air are fruitful.

You cough a few times as your chest rises and falls dramatically. You're back to shaking like a leaf making Namjoon sigh.

"Come on," he says as he stands up and reaches a hand out. "Let's go."

You're hesitant to take his hand before deciding to stand up on your own. You take a few steps back that makes him arch a brow.

"Go where?" Your voice is a little hoarse.

He drops his hand to his side before he decides holding your hand is the better option. He snatches it and you try to tug away but ultimately stop when you realize he won't let go.

"We're going home," he says lowly.

He sees the way panic begins to take over your face and it makes him smile.

"You said you weren't going to take me back."

"And I meant that," he chuckles. "We're going to a new place I got. Just for us."

"What?"

You look surprised. He can't help but to laugh. You're too cute for your own good.

He turns and drags you along with him towards the front door. This time instead of going to it you plant your feet hard towards the ground but your slippers make you slide forward.

"Namjoon," you cry out. "Namjoon wait!"

He stops to hear you out but when you say nothing he tugs you forward again.

As he goes to open the door he brings you in close and mutters "Make a sound and I'll kill anyone who comes to your aid. Understood?"

Your brows draw together but he sees the realization behind your eyes. He sees that you come to the conclusion that you have no other choice. And so slowly you begin to move along with him and leave your apartment.

"You're going to love the new place," he says with a smile as you walk towards the elevators. "It's just going to be me and you so you won't have to worry about anyone prying into our business."

When he looks down at you he sees the way fresh tears fall from your eyes.

"None of that anymore." He wipes your face before the doors to the elevator open. "From here on out things are going to be different. It's probably going to take you a while to adjust but you'll see. Everything is going to be alright."

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[taehyungday]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗨𝗕𝗨𝗦- 𝚙.𝚓𝚖.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…979

"Do you mind if I take a day off, Mr Park?" I asked of my boss.

"Yes." He stated firmly, his gaze remaining concentrated on the files in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr Park," I say. I walked out of the office after saying that.

I used to work for The Park Organization. It was a well-known and well-respected organisation. I've been here for one year. Everything was going swimmingly at work until Park Jimin was named CEO four months ago.

Everyone was held to a high standard by him. For the tiniest mistakes, he fired his employees. He even forced me to work a lot of late shifts. From the CEO's office, I could always hear loud moans and groans.

Every night, I'd hear a different girl moaning. I've overheard several female colleagues discussing their hookups with the CEO. It was no secret that the female staff were enamoured with his appearance.

He agreed to give me a day off, which surprised me. Employees were not allowed to take days off because Mr Park disliked it.

My health check necessitated a day off.

"Congratulations! You're pregnant, Ms. L/N." doctor said.

No, this is not possible. Since a year, I have had no sexual intercourse.

"Are you joking? Right?" I inquired of the doctor.

"Ms L/N, no. Why would I make a joke?" doctor replied.

"This can't possibly be true. For a long period, I hadn't even had sex. Right, this is a lie." I was on the edge of weeping out loud when I questioned the doctor.

I'm going to abort the child.

I was taken aback when I saw the text.

This is the text she sent to her personal doctor.

How could she have aborted our child?

How could she abort an Incubus King's child?

My blood began to boil.

FLASHBACK

"This was the best sex I'd had up to this point." She stated her case.

I joined her in humming. But I couldn't say I agreed with her completely.

All I wanted was for her to fall asleep. In order for me to be able to return to my mansion. I got up and put my clothes on when she finally started snoring. As I was walking down the stairs, I noticed a girl dressed in a maid's uniform. She was in the kitchen looking for something.

Her beauty had me spellbound. Her Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, and Y/S/C skin were all very delicate. She was looking like an angel.

Since that day, I've been obsessed with Y/N L/N.

I discovered that she was in need of funds. As a result, I requested that my father hire her. In front of her, I did my hardest to keep my harmons under control. However, I was unable to do so. So every night, I fucked a different girl, pretending she was the one shouting my name. I even forced her to work nights. In order for her to be envious of other girls.

I made every effort to keep my sinister thoughts under control. But when I saw her asleep in that white see-through shirt, all my efforts vanished. Her nipples were puckered. I couldn't stand it any longer and just needed to feel her touch.

As a result, I went into her room and unzipped my jeans. I snatched her delicate hands and pressed them on my stiff dick.

I began to move her hand on my dick. I began to chant her name. I came to a halt after a few minutes, just as I was about to reach my climax. I had a feeling she slept a lot. In my head, I had a plan.

I hovered over her frail body, removing her silk pyjamas. I hastily stowed her underwear. I began stroking my dick. After a brief pause, I slowly walked into her. It was as if I had died and gone to heaven. My dick was gripped so tightly by her walls. She seemed to be made for me.

She began to whimper. I slammed into her with a couple thrusts.

And that night was the nicest one I'd ever had.

PRESENT

The first thing I noticed after I woke up was that it was not my room. Rather it was a very luxurious room.

It looked like a room made for a royalty.The door swung open unexpectedly.

Mr Park was standing there with a grin on his face.

"Mr.Park?" I was completely perplexed by all that was going on around me.

He said, "Yes, my Queen."

I inquired, "Queen?"

"Yes, there is Love. You are my queen, and I am the Incubus King." He said this with a big smile on his face.

I knew he was sick from that point on.

He began to get closer.

"STOP! DON'T EVEN TRY TO GET CLOSE." I yelled at him because I didn't know what he was going to do next.

He came to a complete stop. He was also visibly enraged.

"YOU CANNOT SHOUT AT YOUR FIANCÉ AND YOUR CHILD'S FATHER." He became enraged and yelled at me.

I was taken aback. HE WAS THE ONE WHO RAPED ME WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT.

"IT WAS YOU WHO DID-"

"YES. I am your child's father. "he added, his face beaming with pride.

"I'M ABORTING THE-"

And then he seized my hair in a tangle.

"Sweetheart, don't you dare. Your entire family tree will be obliterated if you take one false step. My heir will never be aborted by you. OKAY?" He stated.

Tears welled up in my eyes. He wanted me to be his queen because he was a king. I didn't want anything to happen to my family. As a result, I nodded and sealed my fate with the incubus king.

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[blessedtobebangtan]

jungkook 13 pretty please

" I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

trigger warning(s): mention of the mafia, yandere themes, manipulation, cursing, mentions of abuse, bondage and restraints, toxic themes

word count: 1K

a/n: wow, this requested a while back, but i am slowly trying to clear out my drafts and finish these requests for you all. i would really just expect random posts like these from time to time to be honest because i really have to be in the mood to write because forcing it is the worst. but nonetheless, please enjoy loves.

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Your head bowed and your eyes found the floor to be the most interesting thing for the past couple of days. Your mind began to go blank being isolated for the past couple of days and you were beginning to lose consciousness. Bruises littered almost every inch of your body making every move you made feel like a sharp stab to your flesh. Your wrist and arms ached from the restraints that held you to the wall. The collision of your knees to that hard cement floor made you lose feelings in your legs hours ago, but a stinging pain would return every couple of hours for a reminder of your current situation.

Everything was good until it wasn’t. That’s how it always is with Jungkook. One second, he’s happy and loving towards you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. He’s the irresistible, sweet man you fell in love with, and he makes you feel like the only woman in the world.

The next second he is a mafia leader, who doesn’t take the slightest ounce of opposition from you and will do anything to make you fear his authority. And he never failed to.

He brought you to the basement of his mansion, but to you it was a torture chamber. Where Jungkook would inflict a word of pain onto you in a matter of minutes, where you were hidden from the world, but every inch of your being discovered by him, where you were kept for days at a time for not having his dinner ready by the time he got home.

Every time you thought you feared him as much as you could, Jungkook proved there was always more room for fear.

The door across the room began to creak ever so quietly and you immediately knew who it was without lifting your gaze. Maybe yesterday or the first day, you would have been engulfed by your fears hearing the noise. But after what you endured last night, you didn’t have the energy to cower into yourself.

His shoes clicked against the ground, breaking the everlasting silence that had taken over the room. You waited patiently with your head down, not having the strength to look at that monster.

Jungkook's eyes never left you, he watched as you found it hard to breathe and your inhales of air sounded like that of an injured animal. The way your body shook from the cold, crisp air and the soreness that consumed your muscles and joints with every passing hour.

You hushed your breathing feeling his intimidating aura hang over your body. The smell of his signature cologne invaded your nostrils like some type of illegal drug that you should’ve never taken in the first place.

Jungkook’s hand reached out and made contact with your messy hair, softly brushing his hands as you let him be too weak to fight back anymore.

“ Good morning, my love.”, he spoke softly in contrast to his voice the last time he visited. You groaned quietly as his hands traveled down to your face caressing you gently.

“ Please don’t hurt me.”, you softly begged, your voice barely strong enough to speak anymore after not being fed or given water for two days.

Despite the pain that shot through your body, you slowly made an effort to look up at the man who claimed to love you. His eyes were dark, but unreadable at that moment.

“ I’ve never hurt you before, Y/N.”, he stated with a sincere expression of concern, bringing your face up, so you caught a glimpse of his expression. He smiled a psychotic smile and licked his bottom lip, “ I’ve only ever helped you, princess.”

You shook your head at him with quivering lips and sniffling quietly, “ This is helping me ? Keeping me trapped in here, punishing me whenever I make you mad, that’s not h-helping me. It just feels like you hate me.”, you trembled over your words, scared to say something that would piss him off.

He clicked his tongue in disagreement, almost disappointed at your accusations. His hand glided over a fresh bruise on your left cheek causing you to cringe and jerk your head from his touch. Your eyes watered in seconds as all of your feelings went into the fresh bruise and tears fell one by one.

Your reaction didn’t fazeJungkook or offend him at all, but only made him feel more powerful and slightly aroused. He smirked to himself as your hushed sobs filled his ears as a gift.

“ Of course, I don’t hate you.”, his tone laced with disappointment, “ I could never hate the love of my life, however sometimes you need a reminder of my love- how you receive it is of your own jurisdiction.”

“ I only do these things because I love you.”

Silently you reminded yourself of the last days of your life, how he’d beaten you within an inch of your life and was now blaming it all on you. What the fuck did you get yourself into?

Jungkook watched you intently waiting for a response that would never come, you had nothing left to say. You were disgusted, scared and broken. You couldn’t begin to speak against him because you hadn’t the strength to as of right now and there was too much to say. He didn’t want to admit that your silence might have hurt his feelings a bit because in his eyes he really did love you and he was expressing himself in the best way possible. He just loved harder than anyone you had before.

He sucked his teeth in annoyance and proceeded his speech with sincerity, " I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

The sound of keys hitting each other awoke you from your trance of silence, you looked back up and found Jungkook holding these keys that would release you from your imprisonment. A small ounce of joy infused into your brain as he looked over to you with a single eyebrow raised.

“ Now, if you’re done with your deranged accusations of my love for you..”, he bent down, so that you and he held eye contact smiling sweetly, “ let’s get you back upstairs because I’ve missed the delicious breakfast you make for me every morning.”

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Allurement: Ambivalence

Warning- Smut

As soon as she was out of her slumber, (Y/N) realised that Namjoon was missing. It was often that he did not like to disturb her sleep and by the time she woke up, he would be sitting on the armchair, being fed with the daily news headlines on his tablet and his coffee in front of him. But he was missing entirely, and it was still early.

She had barely removed herself from the bed when she heard his hurried footsteps, she could know it was him by just the way he climbed. The door opened, revealing Namjoon, and to her surprise, he was dressed as if he had been out.

“Where were you?”

“Missed me?” the annoying smirk did nothing but sour up her morning.

“You wish.” huffing, she turned to settle the bedding, only to him attach himself to her.

“It has been a while.” Namjoon planted a kiss on her neck before turning her face and locking his lips with hers.

“We’re always together, Namjoon. Not like I can go anywhere without your permission.”

His hold tightened on her at her jibe “Trust me, Darling, I have been exceptionally lenient with you, the only woman I love.”

“And yet you go marry someone else,” she stated matter-of-factly and tried to step away, as much as cosy she felt with him, she would rather not have her mood sunken further.

“I did what I needed to do to keep my position.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t be naive (Y/N), one needs to be powerful to ensure his happiness.” his words almost made her laugh.

She finally turned to him, standing flushed against him

“And are you happy, Namjoon? You lead a double life and your marriage is far from normal and your affair is one-sided.”

“Stop.” the warning was clear, but she was not ready to stop yet. She would not until she showed him the mirror.

“Why? Does the truth hurt? Power could not bring you the peace of mind you once had when we were…” she trailed off, feeling her throat closing in.

“We are still together. And my power allows me so many liberties, Love, over that doctor, over Park Jimin.”

(Y/N)’s heart fell at his words. No, not another innocent man, and certainly not her only friend.

“You would not…”

“Ah, Love, I thought you know me enough by now. You know what I am capable of - do not tempt me.”

She kept silent, remembering the time Sejun had been framed for the crime the poor man had never committed. He grasped her nape and pulled her into a melting kiss. His kisses were always passionate, always expressive- they seemed more honest than him, or perhaps were far more deceptive- (Y/N) could not decide. His lips were tantalizing, his hand over her hips suggestive. His hold over her tightened with his deepening kiss before she felt him sliding the thin nightgown off her shoulder.

**Smut**

In no time, her breast was exposed for him to admire “You are so lovely.” he whispered to her when he had pulled away from her lips for a brief moment before he dove right in with fervour. His thumb brushed over her exposed and pebbled bud before he slid off the gown completely.

(Y/N) felt it softly hitting the floor and polling around her legs with her eyes tightly shut and mind hazy. Namjoon’s arm wrapped around her bare waist as he began to kiss down her neck. It was dizzying, she had grown used to his touch but it remained intense, passionate- dizzyingly passionate.

She could still feel the fabric of his shirt pressed to her, but not for long. Namjoon was quick to discard his garments as well before guiding her back to the ruffled bed. The softness and warmth felt welcoming as his hands rubbed her naked curves.

“You still feel the same- when I got to touch you for the first time,” he mumbled as his lips glided across her breasts.

His fingers were quick to press against her clothed sex, the silk material rubbed deliciously against her damp opening as his fingers pressed through it and moved in patterns.

“But you know how I felt the first time I saw you? The first time ever? My world stopped- I did not know how and why- but life ceased all of a sudden, thoughts vanished, I was left stagnant. And…I could see only you.”

His confession was followed by a ravishing kiss and his fingers pressing firmer against her heat, making her shudder in anticipation.

“We are…” she trailed off, the pleasure was turning overwhelming “We are not—”

She could barely speak through his consuming kisses, each one more passionate, longer, deeper than the last.

“I cannot…I can never trust you, Namjoon, I can never trust you again.” she managed to whisper out, already feeling the bitterness as the pleasure gripped her firmer.

“I adore you, Jagi…” his lips soon attached to the column of her neck as he slipped the undergarment off her.

His fingers ran up to her bare slit, making her shiver. Chuckling in response, his thumb drew circles on her opening, covering itself with her essence in the process. It was dizzying, as always, but she had noticed a few things- he had been unusually gentle with her in recent times. And she had begun to notice the change ever since he had declared her married to him.

It felt good, not that he had hurt her physically before, but the last time he had been even remotely rough was when he had barged into the office and took her right ob the desk.

The roughness was delicious, more so with him being ticked off and desperate. But this newfound gentleness, the delicacy, it all felt euphoric. His touches reminded her of the Namjoon she had once known. Until the mask melted away. The gentleness felt to be more of a lover’s than a man dipped in obsession and drunk in power.

Her reverie was broken by his lips sliding over hers as he slid two fingers into her core, making her back arch. Every time his lips parted from hers, a confession of his love fell from his lips. They were tender and careful- low, whispers filled with knowing smiles. He knew the effect he had on her and was proud.

Bu t his fingers did not stay there for too long, soon, his shaft replaced them and her eyes rolled back when she dipped into the slow and intense pleasure. He was far from rough or haste, he took his time in making love to her.

And in that bliss, everything else was momentarily forgotten, she let his love flow through and for once, considered letting her guards down.

**Smut End**

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Namjoon had to make a trip somewhere with Yoongi. The ‘somewhere’ remained concealed from (Y/N) and she was left to her own devices in her office. Her assistant Hana had accompanied her to the office canteen for lunch. It was a pleasant change of company. Hana was a hardworking girl, fresh out of college and reminded (Y/N) so much of her own college-girl days.

“So, Hana, you have anything in mind after this internship?”

“Not really, Ma’am, I was considering going for Marketing, I had applied for an internship under the marketing department of the company, but was not selected there. But then I was offered the position of the Secretary’s assistant by the management.”

“Yes, I have heard of it. You have done other internships before, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am, Brewings.”

“Lee Hyungwoo’s company?” she perked up at the mention of Mr Lee’s company.

“Yes, but it is owned by his Aunt, she never married and Mr Lee became her heir.”

“Oh, right. Lee Dambi. Had met her once. You ever encountered her?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“And Mr Lee?”

Hana visibly stiffened at the question, but (Y/N) decided against making a comment. “Not really.”

(Y/N) nodded and decided to change the discourse into a lighter one.

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It was shortly after lunch when she was surprised by Jimin’s visit. She had missed him, but it was all too unsafe for him to be there with her. There were eyes everywhere.

“Jimin! What are you doing here?”

“Do not panic, I was required to submit a few files. Thought it would be a good chance to see you.” he smiled faintly “I missed my friend.”

He needed to say no more, (Y/N) jumped up from her seat and rushed to him for a warm hug. She had missed him too. But after Min Yoongi’s warning, she knew that it would be better for him to stay away from her for a while.

She felt him sigh as he wrapped his arms around her “How have you been? You need more of those?”

She pulled away from the hug and shook her head. She had enough pills for the time being. “I am okay, what about you?”

“I was tasked to keep an eye on Choi Wonshik. It is not easy, but that’s okay, I keep getting bits about your life here.”

“We should not be speaking much here.” she pointed out.

“No, this is the safest place. It’s Namjoon’s office. And since he is not here…” he trailed off and looked around for prying eyes around the floor before turning back to her “Listen, and listen carefully. I have been in contact with Doctor Sejun.”

“Sejun? H-how is he?”

“Better than we had expected. See, I have a plan.”

“What plan?”(Y/N) frowned at that.

“To get you out of here silly, what else? I am considering applying for a transfer. Most people would not doubt me. I can arrange an escape for both of you. If Sejun is left behind, he is going to be the first suspect and Namjoon will have him killed.”

“I can’t…I can’t escape he literally has a chip implanted with me.”

“And that can be deactivated. It is an AI system, machines can be misleading. Leave that to me.” he let out a shaky breath and held her shoulders. “I will arrange to send you somewhere far away from this country, but nearer to wherever I would be posted. You will be free, (Y/N), you can live the way you want, no one would disturb you, us three.”

“Do not underestimate Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon, Jimin, i-if they find out they will not spare you, they—”

“If they find out, I have worked with them for years, I know how they work, how their minds work (Y/N), I will have everything prepared. You are my friend (Y/N), how can I let you be trapped with a monster like him?”

She stood there, with a parched throat and welled-up eyes. This sounded too much of a risk. But was it not what she wanted? To get away from Kim Namjoon and his world?

“Namjoon will be at his ancestral home tonight…I will come to meet you in the evening. But for now, go, if anyone realises that you are here for too long, they might get suspicious.”

Jimin nodded at her words, and with a gentle and assuring squeeze on her shoulders, left. Leaving her deep in thought.

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[ysljoon]

Personal Business|CEO!Jeon Jungkook x Assistant Reader

This fanfic is mature so please avoid if you are not 18+ this is also a yandere fic so there are sensitive topics. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, noncon sex, public sex, crying, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk (jungkook has a filthy mouth christ), creampie, assault?

Being the personal assistant to Jeon Jungkook definitely has been a rollercoaster of experiences, but after working with him for about 2 years now you’ve gotten used to his erratic behavior such as mood swings and unreasonable demands. Everyone in the workplace has admired how long you’ve stuck around, but the paycheck you receive every two weeks is too pretty to pass up. You saw the listing for the job on a job search website and the pay per hour almost had you pass out, but once you came into the office you realized you were getting paid so generously almost as a test to see if the money could keep you around and it sure has.

Today Jungkook was in an extra gruff mood for the day because he had plenty of meetings to go through and not enough time for proper breaks and that’s the least ideal day for him. He loves breaks as much as any other person, but just tenfold. Everyone in the office is allowed a 45 minute lunch break, but since Jungkook is the CEO he will disappear on 2 hour breaks and not a single person knows where he goes. Not even you and people don’t understand how since you’re practically his right hand. You pay no mind to his whereabouts since it doesn’t affect and busy yourself with whatever tasks Jungkook left for you to do. Today he left no tasks for you since he’s been cooped up in his office occupied with other business officials. You haven’t been able to meet with him to get a briefing for the day so now you’re talking with Taehyung at his cubicle while you share a small pizza he ordered for lunch.

“Taehyung, I’m telling you right now there is no way that Joon and the receptionist don’t have something going on! They’re always eyeing each other up and Namjoon is always requesting for her to come to his office. It’s highly suspect.” You explained your reasoning to Taehyung exasperated and took another bite of your crust.

“Listen Y/N, all I’m saying is that it’s way too obvious for it to actually have any worth. Anyways you know how Mr. Jeon feels about workplace romance; he absolutely abhors the thought and would probably fire people on the spot if he ever found out.”

You continued to have your disagreement with Taehyung for a little while more, but what you didn’t realize was that Jungkook was done with his meeting a while ago and was watching you on his laptop through the camera system and was frowning deeply watching you fraternize with your coworker. He was tired of watching you practically throw yourself at Taehyung when you were his and only his. Jungkook got up from his desk and strode to Taehyung’s cubicle to stop this foolishness immediately.

“Mr. Kim, is there a reason why you are holding up my assistant from her work and why the expense report I asked you to do isn’t done?” Jungkook had a look on his face that he wanted to wring Taehyung’s neck and he was very close to, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He had to have you in his possession before he got rid of anybody that even tried to look in your direction so for right now this was his version of playing it cool.

“I-I’m very sorry sir it won’t happen again and I’ll get right to it!” Taehyung quickly turned to his computer and fervently typed in his password to get to work immediately. Jungkook then turned to you and grabbed you by the arm to drag you to his office. You were shocked and stunned by this action because sure he had talked to you roughly, but had never put his hands on you. He swiftly pulled you into his office and slammed the door. He even fully shut his blinds. This started to have you scared. He had this look in his eyes that made your body start to tremble. “S-sir I’m sorry for not working! I just wasn’t able to get the daily briefing for today so I tried my best to get work done. I had a lot of free time so I thought to spend it with Taehyung. I’m sorry if that was wasting company time you can deduct it from my pay!” You were heavily breathing by the time you were done with your panicked spiel. Jungkook chuckled at your anxiety and strode towards you till you were backed up into the wall and at this point you thought he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“Darling, if you really want to make it up to me you can kiss me.” He purred in your ear and it sent sickening shivers up your spine. Your head started to spin when you felt him plant his lips on the column of your neck and work his way up to your jaw. You tried to shove him off, but naturally he was able to overpower you and he used his leg and chest to trap you between him and the wall.

“My dear Y/N, I hope you cooperate with me if you know what’s good for you.” He slyly grinned against your skin and started to passionately kiss you. To really show he was in charge he bit down on your bottom lip with force you have never felt before. It had you cry out in pain, but you were quickly silenced when you felt your boss reach under your skirt and start to trace circles against your cunt. He placed a hand against your mouth and gave you a threatening look you have never seen. It was so sinister it had you squirming away from his touch. You thought you could have gotten away but by the time you were able to slide past his body he was grabbing your wrist and slamming you down against his desk which sent things tumbling down to the floor.

“Jungkook, please stop, I'm so sorry!” You didn’t even realize you were bawling at this point, but he ignored your pleas and sobs and continued with his sinister acts. He grasped your wrists in one hand and with his other he slid your panties off and inserted a single long finger into your cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight and wet for me.” He kept pumping his finger into you until he felt like he could insert another one into you. Once the second finger was deep in your hole Jungkook started to pick up the pace and you couldn’t even cry out to what he was doing to you. You felt numb and helpless and wanted him to stop, but your efforts were useless.

“Kitten, I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I make you fucking feel. I want to see you get dumb on my fucking fingers and cock that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. I want you to beg to have your dirty cunt stretched out.” Hearing your boss talk to you like this makes you speechless, but you listen to him because you don’t know what other worse things he can do to you. You let your body succumb to what he’s doing and you let out small moans and whimpers and this makes him let out his own grunts and groans in response. Before you can assess what’s happening when you feel his fingers slip out of your soaked pussy, Jungkook is shoving his cock balls deep into you and you gasp for air feeling the heavy pressure between your legs. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust and starts to pound into you. You cry out in both pain and pleasure from hearing skin slap against skin. You feel close to an orgasm and tears are rolling down your cheeks from desperation. “Sir please let me cum! I need to cum so bad! Please let me cum all over your cock.” You can’t even process the words you’re saying, you just want to have your release so badly. Jungkook slaps your ass and groans a ‘fuck yes baby’ and just seconds after that action you’re creaming on his thick cock. You feel your walls pulse around your boss and this brings him close to the edge and he’s losing control over himself. He starts to wild slam into your cunt and after a few more pumps he’s spilling his cum into you and you feel delirious from everything that had just happened. You hear him adjusting himself behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to even move at the moment. You hear his steps come close to you and you just lie there motionless while you wait for him to speak. “I can’t wait to bring you home with me princess.” After that sentence all you can recall is a blunt object coming in contact with your skull and nothing else.

Notes: thank you so much for reading I’ve been on a pretty solid hiatus and will crosspost what I have written on AO3 on to here too because I have some fics there that I haven’t posted on to Tumblr! If you enjoyed please like and reblog it really helps and you can also give me a Kofi.

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