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Silly daddy

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Mafia yoongi x little reader

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Yoongi sighed running his hand through his already tousled hair as he entered the oddly quiet house. But his tired and stressed out brain didn't caught that as he took off his shoes and coat before walking towards the living room. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the tv on with some Disney movie that he forgot the name of. A quiet, raspy chuckle left his lips when he noticed your one white fuzzy sock lying on the couch "y/n?" He sat on the couch leaning back and rubbed his face, sighing tiredly but not hearing any response, he frowned calling you a little louder "y/n? Baby I'm home!" Again, he was met with silence.

Now an uneasy feeling started settling inside him when he suddenly remembered that you didn't came running towards him with your bright smile when he came home. But he was too tired to notice that. "Fuck" he mumbled standing up and walking towards the kitchen. Usually you're always in the living room or tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets when he comes home but the uneasiness only increased with a slight fear when he didn't found you there. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened as his hand found its way to the gun tucked in his belt as he rushed up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. His heartbeat increased when he found the room empty and suddenly the thought of your one sock lying on the couch didn't felt cute. Did someone break in? His eyes widened at the thought as he opened every single room in the house and frustrated started filling inside him when he didn't found you anywhere. The thought of one of his rival gang hurting you sent him into another level of fury and fear.

"Y/n! Where are you?!" Yoongi yelled opening the door of your play room but his shoulders slumped when he found it empty too. "Fuck fuck fuck" he cursed loudly reaching for his phone and dialing the number of his right hand man, with his another hand gripping the gun tightly. "Hello?" As yoongi was about to respond, his eyebrows furrowed and his movements halted when he heard a soft giggle. "Hello? Hyung?" Walking towards the sound he responded "namjoon I'll call you later" and cut the call, as he entered the bedroom. And only then, did he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar with the light peeking from inside. His lips parted when he opened the door and he sighed looking down and rubbing his face, with his hand tucking the gun back in his belt before you could see it.

There you were sitting on the floor, leaned against the cupboard with your pink hello kitty headphones over your head and ofcourse with your one white fuzzy sock on. And he could guess that you were listening to let it go while painting your nails into different shades of pink. "Y/n?" He breathed looking at you with tired eyes and you, who noticed someone standing in front of you, looked up with a giant smile on your face which became brighter when you saw him standing there. "Daddy! You're home!" You squealed gleefully, wrapping your small fingers around his much bigger ones and tugging him towards yourself "yes i am babygirl " he mumbled crouching down and kissing your head, causing you to giggle as you proudly showed him your nails "daddy look!" He hummed delicately holding your hand and smiling softly "it's a pretty pink. So good kitten" you smiled at the praise and hummed kissing his cheek and lips softly before placing the nail paint down as he continued staring at you,with his heart still pounding.

"Y/n " "yes daddy?" "What did i tell you about using big girl things when you're small?" You pouted and looked down to avoid his stern eyes and mumbled "but daddy i was big! I even made my own cup noodles but then i became small when i saw these hello kitty nail paint and headphones!" You whined not liking him scolding you causing him to scoff and smirk. Yeah he's created a spoiled brat. "Are you sure you were big when you made your noodles?" He mumbled pulling you on his lap, Chuckling raspily when you snuggled in his chest and started playing with his tie like you always do "yes i promise i was daddy. They were yummy" you nodded laying your head on his chest as he pressed multiple kisses on your head, inhaling the scent of your peachy shampoo.

"Babygirl" he murmured and you hummed "yes daddy" "next time paint your nails and listen to music on the couch yeah?" "Why?" You asked looking at him with big eyes and he bite his lip "hmm so you can show your dolls your pretty nails too. You can't place all of them here right? They won't fit" yes you have many many dolls. You nodded immediately and stood up "yes! I didn't think about my dollies they must be lonely " you pouted starting to walk out of the bathroom. And suddenly, his eyes darkened for a completely different reason when his eyes caught the sight of your favorite blue panties under his hoodie you were wearing. "Daddy should i do your nails too? I'll do yours blue" you chirped giggling and you skipped towards the bedroom door but you gasped and squeaked when he suddenly held your wrist and pulled you back, gripping your hips under the hoodie as he bite his lip, staring at you with hooded eyes "next time baby." He murmured grazing the band of your panty and you gasped when he started pressing wet kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, whimpering softly when he sucked a small bruise. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you whimpered when he mumbled "you look so beautiful, my pretty baby" you whined and whispered "daddy m' feeling wet" "i know babygirl " he grunted as you moaned out "o-oh yoongi " when he started rubbing your clothed cunt against his hardness. "You back doll?" He murmured picking you up and placing you on the bed. "I-i wanted to paint your nails- oh" you moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit gently "i don't think you can do that any time soon angel. You won't be walking by the time I'm done with you" he groaned roughly taking off his jacket and shirt.

"That's what you get for scaring me like that" he grunted slamming his cock inside your cunt as you held his shoulders, scratching his back ,all the while moaning his name loudly.

Well, if you can get this kind of punishment then you're planning on listening to loud music hidden away in some room every time he comes home-

"Don't even think about doing this again" he growled pounding inside you causing you gasp ,both because of the pleasure and because you think he can read your mind.

You're definitely going to do that again

GANGSTA | myg - 001

You tossed and turned in your bed as the obnoxious sound of banging carries through your apartment. You snatch your pillow from under your head, placing it over your ears in hopes to drown out the sound. Sadly, it helped very little. “Ugh!” You groan, tossing the pillow to the floor in frustration. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You shout. The banging abruptly stops, and you sigh in contentment. 

Just as you were prepared to close your eyes again, your phone started to ring. You let out a loud whine, deciding to give up on slumber at this point. Looks like resting wasn’t in your favor. You grab your phone from your nightstand, the screen flashing your best friend, Mina’s, contact name. You accept the call, only to be ear assaulted by her shouting from the other side.  “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” 

(Prologue)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taehyung and Jimin always loved cute dolls that stumbled into their lives not knowing they will snatch the dolls away, play with them until they are shattered—broken. Once they can't play with them anymore, they would throw them away. God knows what happens, but will they keep you?

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere Idol! Taehyung x F! Reader x Yandere Idol! Jimin. Ft. Other BTS members

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age. Further warnings will be placed in chapters.

Perfection. Flawlessness. Magnificence.

There aren't enough words to describe how beautiful he is.

Something about the sharp gaze that he has, glaring into your soul with no emotions inside him. Something about the way his hair falls perfectly on his face, adding the mysteriousness to his personality. And his smile... God, his smile. How can you be so devilishly handsome and adorable at the same time? It wasn't possible but here he was, sitting right in front of you with a huge smile on his face, showing his pearly whites that could probably blind you under the sunlight.

"Hi, sweetheart..." His deep voice greets you as you could feel your heart clenching, skipping a beat that managed to make you forgot how to breathe for a second. You're too flushed, you don't know what to do—you can't say a single word and it's eating you alive. You practiced this, you practiced what you were going to say to him. All the stuff you wanted to say, you wanted to thank him. Thank him for saving your life but nothing comes out.

Cat's got your tongue.

"You okay?" He asked sweetly, peering his head to look at your face—he smirked, humming to himself as his hand wandered to yours, "At least tell me your name, hmm?"

You don't notice it because you were suddenly so fascinated by the letters on the album that you brought with you. Taehyung lowered his other hand underneath the table, tapping his friend beside him to get his attention. Jimin raised his brows curiously at him as he looked down towards Taehyung's hand which was pointing at you. His gaze turned towards you, completely forgetting about the girl smiling brightly in front of him.

It's happening again. You hate it when it happens.

Your hands start to tremble and your knees start to become weak. You bite your lips, so hard it felt like it was going to bleed.

"Baby, you okay?" Baby.

You were going to pass out. You're sure of it. You need to go. This was a disaster. You were embarrassed. Why the hell did you go to the fan meet and stood completely still in front of him? He must think you're weird.

Taehyung sensed something was happening. He glanced at your bag, a cord hanging out of it—Jimin called out to Taehyung, nodding his head as the sinister smirk carved upon his plump lips.

"Miss, you need to go" The staff pushed you away and without saying else, You looked down, pacing out of the convention, not even bothering to meet the rest of the members.

You didn't look back. You decided you didn't need to focus on anything but leaving.

You were so rushed you didn't notice it.

You didn't notice Taehyung's sly hands picking your phone out of your back, keeping it inside his pocket.

Cute. He thought.

Adorable. His mind said again.

It's a shame he didn't have the chance to talk to you.

But he didn't have to worry.

He'll find you.

He always does.

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(Chapter 3)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taehyung and Jimin always loved cute dolls that stumbled into their lives not knowing they will snatch the dolls away, play with them until they are shattered—broken. Once they can't play with them anymore, they would throw them away. God knows what happens, but will they keep you?

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere Idol! Taehyung x F! Reader x Yandere Idol! Jimin. Ft. Other BTS members

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age. (Manipulation, SMUT, CURSING, ROUGH FINGERING, DUBIOUS CONSENT, SQUIRTING)

"I can't believe this is happening..." She whispered slowly to herself as her widened eyes stared at the beaming man in front of her. Jimin was smiling ear to ear, showing his pearly whites while his eyes turned into cute little crescents. The windows were completely black and Y/N doubt anyone could see her inside, there was a divider that separates the driver's view and the passenger's view, and now it was pulled up. "It feels... It feels like..."

"Like a dream?" Jimin finished her sentence almost immediately and he can feel himself getting slightly irritated by his answer. He shouldn't have done that, he didn't want to come off as weird. Jimin knew about Y/N's dreams about them but he didn't exactly want her to know that. Y/N would write it up in her phone's note, and she wouldn't miss a single day—her dreams start to become a nightmare after her failed encounter with them but she was about to change that.

"I... Yeah..." She breathes out staring at the epitome of perfection in front of her. He was acting so casual and yet he looked so ethereal, how is he real? God really does have favorites. Jimin noticed how she started to become breathless again, his hand finds itself situated on her thighs as he softly rubs it inching higher and higher but Y/N was too caught up in the whole situation to even notice his ill-intent. In her mind, it was just her idol comforting her, trying to make her feel her best. Jimin scooted closer towards Y/N closing the gap between the two of them as she took a deep breath.

"Calm down, I'm here now..." Jimin whispered, leaning in closer to her. "Aren't I?"

Y/N whispered a silent thank you towards him, taking his gesture as a form of comfort as she hugged his frame. Y/N buried her face inside his neck as the tears start to fall, staining his skin but Jimin merely smiled. Jimin took the opportunity to scent her perfume, the sweet yet tangy smell that made her wanted to bite her skin till it's bruised and bleeding. Jimin rubbed her back, hands getting lower as he rubs her in comfort.

"You have no idea how much you guys mean to me... All of you changed my life..." Taehyung would love to hear this...

Jimin smirked as he thought of his friend craving for praise. That's how Taehyung was, he loves people praising him. Taehyung needs to know that he's the best, that he's good at what he does. Taehyung will meet her soon, but not now...

"Actually..." Jimin interrupted her as he pulled away, "I have something for you..."

Jimin reached towards the backseat as he took a paper bag hidden behind his seat. Y/N raised her brows out of curiosity, not knowing what was in that brown bag.

"You mentioned earlier that you didn't have a phone..." Y/N mouth gapes as her eyes widened, not believing what was about to happen, "I bought you one and it's the same as mine and the other guys..."

When Jimin mentioned that, Y/N just knew it was expensive and there was no denying that. It was the latest model and not to mention how advance it is. Y/N had been using the same phone since 2014 and had never changed to a new one ever since.

"It's purple..." Jimin stated as he pulled the box out, as he handed it to Y/N. "I bought the sim card and everything so you don't have to..."

"Jimin... I... I can't except this" Yes... Yes, you can... Jimin can buy the whole factory if he wanted to and it wouldn't put a dent in his bank account. So take the damn phone. The tracker he and Taehyung placed won't work if you wouldn't even accept it.

"Do you want me to throw it out?" He raised his eyebrows with a teasing smile, opening the window, trying to throw it out. Y/N protested, holding her hands up as she snatched away the gift, "I thought so..."

"Thank you..." She felt like she wanted to cry again but this wasn't the time for tears, so instead, she hugged him once again, muttering the same words over and over again.

"Open it..." Y/N was excited as she pulled the box open, the shining phone greeted her eyesight as she smiled widely, taking it out to inspect the design. It was indeed the same one that Jimin and the rest of his members are using. The color was beautiful, the same color as Jungkook's microphone as she could describe it. "Now turn on the phone"

Y/N pressed the button at the sight of the phone as the bright screen hurts her eyes.

"Is that?" She stared at the home screen as she giggled, "When did you take this?"

"You were gone for an hour and I had the time... Just don't change the lock screen to the other boys or else I would be really mad..." His voice seemed harmless but the meaning wasn't. Jimin would be truly pissed if she suddenly changed the lock screen into someone else. It wouldn't be as serious if she placed pictures of other members, Jimin didn't care much about that but... But men that he doesn't know? Leeches who are nothing but pests in the world? He would be furious.

Jimin lets Y/N play with her new phone for a while as he sits back and watches her intently. Jimin was thinking about way too many things to do till the point where he didn't even realize Y/N was starting to talk to him again.

"What's that, baby?" He asked as she could feel her heart fluttering at the nickname Jimin gave her.

"I um... I said... I said I don't k-know how to repay you f-for this..."

"Oh really? You really don't know?" Hearing those words coming out of his mouth made him thank god for the first time in a while. Jimin chuckled darkly, kissing his teeth as he leaned into her again, "Think hard, baby..."

"I... I-I don't know..."

"Do you really want to repay me?" Jimin questioned her once again, his sweet voice turning into a deep darker sound, "You love me don't you?"

"I do..." Y/N answered in a way, not how Jimin had hoped for but it was enough for him to do whatever he wanted. Y/N loves him. Y/N worships him. Is there anything more that he needs?

"If you love me so much..." Jimin drawled out, leaning in so close that Y/N could see every little detail about his beautiful face, "You would do anything for me, right?"

"Yes, Jimin..." She muttered, not really knowing where this was going but his presence was scaring her. It made her feel small and vulnerable but she felt like she couldn't do anything about it. How was she supposed to tell him that she felt slightly uncomfortable. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"If so..." Jimin spreads his legs wide open as he placed his hand on his right thigh, "Come and sit on my lap, baby. I'll tell you what I really... Really... Want"

Y/N stared at his hand in shock, his palm casually tapping his thigh indicating that she should sit on him.

"I..." Y/N paused as she thought about what to do in this situation, "I d-don't think..."

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" Jimin was making her feel confused. His dark presence change into his sweet one once again, his voice higher now this time as his deep gaze turned into his soft-puppy dog eyes. Y/N had no idea what was happening nor had she thought Jimin had this type of attitude. She had never seen him like this before, "Shit! I'm fucking this up!" He cursed to himself as he closed his legs, hiding his face into his hand, "I don't know how to act around you, I... I'm usually like this with the female I met... Fuck! You must think I'm such a creep now!"

Y/N had always heard from the media or even from his members that Park Jimin was a sensitive man and he was the easiest to cry out of all of them. The littlest thing that bugs him would stress him out but she had never thought in a million years she would see Park Jimin visibly stressed out and upset about something he could've just apologized for and move on.

Her heart breaks at the sight and she wouldn't want to see him like this ever. She would never want to see him or any of the boys sad and it's taking a toll on her.

Without a warning, Y/N got up from her seat, sitting on the man's lap as she pulled away his hand from his face, "Jimin, I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed as she stared at his red face, eyes puffy from the tears welling up in his eyes. "Jimin... Please don't cry..."

Y/N pulled his head in her chest, trying to soothe him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I just... I didn't want to disappoint you..."

"Jimin... It's okay... I'm not uncomfortable, I promise..." Y/N lulled to him, she can feel his tears staining her shirt as Jimin calmed down, sniffing softly into her chest.

At this point, Taehyung would be laughing at how gullible you are. Jimin also would be laughing at you but he needed to keep his act up. He needs to show his vulnerability to you because after all, that's what they love.

Jimin smirked, holding back his dark laugh inside him as his face turned into a frown once he pulled away.

"Thank you, sweetheart..." Jimin looks up to her, eyes shining from the tears. Y/N shook her head wiping his wet cheeks as she hugged him.

"I'm sorry..." Jimin was buried in her neck again and he can't hold himself back anymore, he wanted to lick her up, bite into her, mark her as his. Her scent was driving him crazy and he could only imagine what she tastes like.

Jimin didn't care anymore because the next thing he knows, his tongue darted out to lick the soft skin in the neck of her neck.

Y/N jolted in surprise as pulled away.

Jimin stared at her with sorrowful eyes, "Kiss me..."

"Jimin... I..." If this was somebody else, they would've jumped at the opportunity to kiss Park Jimin with no doubts running through their minds. This was different, Y/N wasn't like that. She doesn't see them like that. She loves them in a way... In a way, they were the family that she never had. She would do anything for her family. Anything to make them happy. Anything to please them.

She didn't want to make Jimin sad like she did earlier.

And so she did.

She kissed him.

She didn't want to but she did.

Jimin could feel her lips on his, statically. She wasn't moving but Jimin took the liberty to the so because it was all it takes for him to ignite the spark into a raging fire inside of him.

Jimin knows her now.

Jimin knows her inside and out.

So fucking gullible, so fucking easy to manipulate.

If he does what he wanted to do for a long time now. He wouldn't fear of her running away from him because Jimin could simply turn his smile upside down and Y/N would be running towards him in a flash.

Jimin that she knows was gone now.

The real him was unleashed and he was more than happy to show her all of him.

Jimin's hands swiftly move towards the seat recliner pushing it flat until they were both laying down. Y/N whimpered in surprised, wanting to get up and get off of him but Jimin had her wrists in his hands, pushing her underneath him as he placed her hands above her head, "You're not going anywhere, baby..."

"Jimin, what are you doing?!" She exclaimed, thrashing her body underneath him in an attempt to escape but despite Jimin's small frame, he was still stronger and slightly bigger than her, "Jimin, let me go!"

"Nuh-uh... Gonna have a taste first... Been wanting to eat you up for so long now... Bet you taste so fucking good..." Jimin leaned down into her neck as he licks a stripe right on her vein, he nibbled on the skin as she whined loudly, shaking her head furiously, "If you want me to fucking break your neck, you better stay fucking still you whore"

Y/N cried out, tears falling for like the hundredth time today as she stopped moving. Jimin kissed her neck, sucking on it, wanting to draw blood to the surface. Y/N jolted up at the sensation, feeling foreign about the whole thing and she could definitely feel her body betraying her. She weeps, feeling her panties cream when she knows she shouldn't

He pulled away admiring the huge mark he left as he smiled in satisfaction, "So fucking pretty..."

"Jimin... Please..." She pleased, staring at him in the eyes and she could see how the kindness in him completely vanish. Why was he like this? Where was the Jimin everybody called angel? Fairy? Where was he. This wasn't him.

This was a demon.

"You're gonna lay there, like a good girl and spread your leg out for me alright? If you don't do what I asked you to do... You wouldn't like what I'm about to do to you if you disobey" Jimin lowered himself to her legs as she kept crying. "It would be a shame if I broke you to early..."

Jimin pulled down her pants with full force, smiling to himself when he saw one of the cute little panties Taehyung often described to him. Jimin was also content seeing the wet spot situated right underneath the swell of her swollen clit, he leaned in, taking a whiff of the sweet yet musky smell as he hummed.

"You act like you don't fucking want it but you're wet, sweetheart..." Jimin pulled the panties down, taking it off of her legs as he placed them in his pocket, "Taehyung would love to add to his collection now"

Everything Jimin was saying wasn't making any sense to her because she felt like everything they were doing wasn't possible. She didn't even know if this was real or if this was just another nightmare.

Jimin's fingers immediately pinched her swollen clit as she arched her back at the sudden sensation. Y/N was twitching and screaming underneath him, her thighs shake while loud whines escape her lips as she tried to escape from him. Jimin wanted to tie her down if he had the equipment. She would look so pretty all strained and red in his thick ropes.

Y/N was tortured on the other hand. She was pleasurably tortured by his fingers, harassing the bundle of nerves till no end, "You fucking like this baby, look how fucking wet you are..."

"J-Jimin!" She screamed when she felt his digits intruding her entrance without a warning.

"Fuck, you're a sweet little virgin aren't you?" Jimin moved his digits differently now. Instead of going in and out, ramming them inside her—he was moving them rapidly up and down, hitting her in spots she didn't even know existed. Jimin was ruthless but deep down inside she was enjoying it. She enjoyed being used like this. She enjoyed being hurt. Deep down she was a whore. She was a whore just like Jimin called her. It started to feel amazing that she was crying, wanting him to slow down yet move faster at the same time. Why was her mind being indecisive? She was supposed to hate this. "I bet our cocks wouldn't fucking fit in this tiny little hole"

"Jim-Jimin!" She jolted up, her eyes running through the back of her head as she gripped the leather seat with her nails. Jimin had one goal and he is determined to reach it. His other hand reached up also moved in sync, rubbing her swollen clit at a fast pace trying to get his good girl to cum as fast as he can and repeat the process over and over again. Fuck, Jimin wanted to make her cum so much she would pass out.

Jimin could feel her walls clenching on him, restraining his movements and he knew she was close. He went harder and harder, pressing down on her puffy nub as she screamed, the tears on the corner of her eyes were evident, "Stop! Stop! It-It feels, it feels w-weird!"

"You're going to squirt sweetheart and I'm going to lick it up... Hm? Maybe you can finish it off? Clean the seats with your tongue?"

"Jimin!" Jimin was enjoying hearing the cry of pleasures escaping her mouth, "That's right, baby... Scream. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel, hmm?"

Y/N could feel it coiling in her lower tummy, it grows bigger and bigger and for a mere second, Y/N thought she might have done something else because it felt so familiar.

Her back arched as her thighs close on Jimin's hand as if they were trying to grip on something. Something so unexpected had happened that shocked her. Y/N could see the black stars invading her vision as she literally felt like she was knocked out for a second. The next thing she knows, she can feel the gush of stream escaping her cunt as she twitched violently and panting rapidly as if Y/N had lost her breath. The clear stream of liquid told its tale and Jimin knew had done what he wanted to do.

Jimin stared at his hand, completely soaked in her cum as he brought it up to his lips. Licking every single digit, his palm, his hand. He didn't want to miss anything. Y/N felt like she had run a marathon but she could see how Jimin moaned and hum while he licks whatever it is that escaped her.

"Taste so fucking good..." He groaned in satisfaction as Y/N closed her eyes.

What had she just done? Why did she like it? Why did she feel this way? Why did she like seeing Jimin like that?

What is wrong with her?

"Now... Sweetheart. Clean the seats, will you? " Jimin pointed at the mess wanting her to lick her own cum off.

Surprisingly, Y/N got up even though she had no energy, she bent down and listened to him.

Jimin's mission was done and it was easier than he had expected.

"Good girl..."

Jimin can't wait to bring his good girl home and let Taehyung have his turn. The poor boy was probably aching right now.

Jimin stared at the corner for some reason, smiling, "We're coming home, Taehyung-ah..."

He waved happily.

Jimin can't believe she didn't even notice the tiny red dot recording them the entire time.

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“Let’s do an exercise,” you say, glancing around the cafe as the three of you sit in the booth. “A trust exercise”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t look impressed as your gaze falls onto the approaching waiter that sends a smile and a wave your way. They both tense, glares forming.

“I’m going to go talk to the waiter and you’re not going to blow his brains out,” you state confidently.

“Dove, do you really want to make this quaint little cafe into a crime scene?” Yoongi turns to you with a fake gummy smile, an arm around your shoulder before the waiter reaches the table, tilting his head and blinking a few times innocently.

“It's such a nice place,” Jungkook says under his breath, shuffling closer to you, a possessive hand to your waist. “It would be a shame to stain it with blood.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head little love?” Even with the gun pressed firmly against your head, the cold of the barrel threatening to do as he said, you know Yoongi won’t do it, even if you deserved it.

All seven of them stand around you, no matter which way you face you’re met with the disappointment and the consequence of your betrayal in their eyes, but you refuse to look down in shame, you deserved to feel the guilt that pumped in your veins.

“He asked you a question Y/n,” Jin doesn’t have the smile he reserves for you on his face, all their demenor’s are cold, and you are the reason why.

“You love me,” you whisper, looking Yoongi dead in the face with no fear.

The Fantasy | JJK

You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

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“Any fantasies?” 

You hesitate.

Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.

It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 

But this, was a bit different.

FIRST TRY

You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.

“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.

You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”

Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.

“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.

“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 

He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”

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ONE LAST TIME - KTH

↬ after being left alone for a month by your supposed ‘boyfriend,’ you give up on waiting around for him. desperate for an output, you hit up a random guy from the club, completely unaware that your ‘boyfriend’ was making a return.

pairing — taehyung x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count —

warnings/tags — *please take into consideration that this may make some people uncomfortable and perceive this piece in a negative light, though this is not my intention. please do not read if you are uncomfortable* breakup!au, cheating!au, dom!tae, sub!reader, swearing, reader cheats, explicit smut, choking, manhandling-ish, grinding, dirty talk, degradation, crying, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, angry fucking, IT’S ALL CONSENSUAL!

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a/n: reposting with the relevant warnings, hope you guys enjoy

“You have no fucking right to be crying! I’m the one that got cheated on!”

Taehying’s outburst only made your tears fall more. Why were you crying? You took it upon yourself to cheat.

At the time, you had every right to believe you’d broken up. Taehyung started distancing himself a lot more, less frequent calls and texts were being exchanged and one day he just.. disappeared for at least a month without saying a word.

But the words ‘Let’s break up,’ and ‘I don’t love you anymore,’ were never said, so who’s to say that you both split up?

The lack of intimacy and romance in your life was a dry spell after Taehyung ‘left’. You saw no harm in going to a party to try and find an output for your needs. It wasn’t like your so-called boyfriend would suddenly turn up at your apartment to talk.

Anger Management

→Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

→Genre: Fluff,Angst,smut

→ Word count : 4431

→ Guess who's back from the dead, Lol Lol me. This was in my drafts for so long and it's raining today and I'm suddenly in the mood to post as if I don't have finals looming over my head lmao. Enjoy the ride!

You've known Taehyung long enough to know what habit, word, action pisses him off. It's in his twitch of an eyebrow, the slight click of his tongue and the ever prominent tick of his jaw, that tells you he's gonna lose it soon. And his blood is always boiling. He's never been the one to keep his anger at bay. Always getting in fights ever since he was young, coming back with bruises on his arms, a bloody nose or a busted lip.

And you've always been there to haul his ass back before any major damage could take place. You've always been a witness to his mom's scolding, countless grounding, lots of arguing and screaming and in the end, a strawberry cheesecake – a peace offering, one for him, because her baby had been hurt and one for you, because you had been his anchor all this time.

It was around the time when you were 8 and Taehyung was 9, when he got into fewer fights because your mom told him that you cried every time he got back with a new bruise. The following years went by fairly less fighting, as far as you know until puberty kicked in which ticked off his adrenaline to such a high, even you couldn't stop him. Still, you never stopped being his friend.

At 13, he broke his left arm, because he got into a fight with some seniors. He never told you the reason. At 15, he was suspended for a week for giving his classmate a bloody nose and he kinda deserved it. He was a major asshole to everyone. This gained Taehyung popularity points when he came back to school, only to fuel his ego more. At 16, he got into a biker gang but was found out fairly soon before he could do any more damage but the saddest part was

— He was sent to a boarding school.

And then, he came back a week before his 20th birthday.

Lover Bouquet : One

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

AU: Yandere!au, Idol!au

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut (R)

Warnings: Two instances of NON CON, polyamory, established relationship, yandere behavior, pregnancy discussion, emotional abuse, violence, kidnapping, scandal, blood, degradation kink, mobbing, manipulation, profanity, group sex, oral, smut, cum play, groping

Word count: 19.58k

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

This is an idol au setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.

Author’s note: This fic is set in an au where the boys are part of a 7-member boy band called the Biker Boys Squad (BBS) and everything that follows is completely fictional with no intended resemblance to actual places, bands or agencies.

Cover credit: @maleficosmos-2 ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ, ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸᵎ

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The smooth roll of wheels outside had visibly no impact on the inside of the limousine. The shiny interior, complete with Italian leather and crystal wine glasses screamed luxury. The windows were completely tinted, reflecting the bright lights of every radiant storefront the car zoomed past.

The car smelt like heaven, a bouquet of smells fanning your nostrils and intoxicating you. Cologne, aftershave, hairspray, all the most delicious masculine smells danced around your senses, tugging at your inner coil that was slowly rearing its head up.

Namjoon was going through a little chit in his hand, mostly out of habit than necessity. He didn’t really depend on those notes, but it gave him a sense of security to know he had all the points in hand before stepping up to the mic.

“Hyung, add a line in English at the end for our International fans,” Taehyung said, peering over at the chit in Namjoon’s hand. The little note had words written in neat Korean letters, which the younger man glanced at.

nip it in the bud (m) – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ going to get a piercing au/completing bucket list au + my brother’s best friend au + tattoo artist!taehyung

➻ genres: smut, romance

➻ length & status: 10k words; complete

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; taehyung has tattoos and piercings, he and his big hands are illegal, tae’s oral fixation is entirely out of control, nipple sucking/breast play, semi-public sex (? idk tbh), the pussy eating he does is sloppy and gross, squirting, nasty/messy sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom and be safe kids OR ELSE), riding, creampie, pussy stuffing cuz tae has a big dick (I don’t think you understand it’s GIGANTIC), multiple orgasms

➻ summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

➻ a/n: this was born out of a TikTok where I learned that tattoo artists have to make sure your nipples are hard before piercing them and then I yelled at @jamaisjoons, having an existential crisis about how hot that was. She is the one who told me to write about it 😌 and the reason the fic exists. The last time I got piercings was idk 16 years ago (yes I was 7 🥴). I also have zero tattoos so my knowledge of this is minimal I just wanted to write hot Taehyung sex. Hope y’all enjoy this mess regardless. beta-read by @taegularities @hantaev & @chateautae​ (she helped with the summary too🤩) my favorite tae accounts who have encouraged me so much during this arduous writing process! beta-read and banner made by @softestmuse! You all were there for me for so much during this whole thing and helped so much 🥺

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pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader (guest star Yoongi)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 4.3k | reading time: 20 min

summary: Dating Kim Namjoon comes with its advantages and disadvantages. The later mainly being working so much all you get to see of him is in his studio. But you’re a needy bitch. And if you have to get what you want while he works, you will do just that.

warnings: hard dom namjoon, bratty sub reader, cockwarming, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, oral m.receiving, orgasm denial, studio sex, slight exhibitionism, aka the one where namjoon discovers he likes public sex and exhibitionism.

A/N: Amy=Army=reader because I prefer using a name instead of y/n

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Time slipping closer to the comeback dates meant missing-your-boyfriend hours grew more frequent. You never complained, just like he didn’t either, but you were clingy by nature and finding any way to be even in the same room as Namjoon had become your top priority. At first, sleeping in his arms at night was enough. In about a week it became apparent that waking hours were paramount, so you started joining him for lunch. No matter how short and rushed it had to be. But the more he worked on the group’s comeback, the less attention he could pay, always distracted and keeping your interactions to small talk. Eating with him wasn’t sating your hunger anymore.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he would say when he would realize you had been talking this whole time.

You honestly didn’t mind. Simply wanted to be by his side. “It’s okay, sweetie. Everything alright?”

He sighed and caressed your hand laying on the table. “I just miss you. I have to stay to work extra hours again and I won’t see you again and I miss you. That’s all.”

You replicated his small, soft smile. “I can stay with you. I’ll bring my laptop and we can both work together. That way we won’t be alone.”

Namjoon smirked. “You know I can’t concentrate with you in the room,” he declared with a low tone in his voice and slightly squeezed your hand.

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Warnings: noncon/dubcon. Mfm threesome. Virginity lost. Blowjobs. Unprotected sex. Cum eating. Creampie. Daddy kink.

Content Disclaimer; This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don’t read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don’t read if you are below 18 years old. I don’t condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn’t relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age.

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