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Here’s a video of Jungkook with dogs incase you wanted to feel pain today

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This is so intense like… if you miss your mark you get beheaded

man… humans are great

Funny thing is these ladies are high school students

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Daddy Devil  { Submission }

<– [Prologue] | [Dominance] | 

A/N: Lmaoooo the title is misleading xD but! In the context of the first part of this story, it makes sense lol. So there!

Anyway, here’s the second part of Daddy Devil! There was a lot of positive feedback on the first part, so I figured I’d give writing a second part a shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Consider it a belated Valentine’s Day present~ ;p

Words: 7,414

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Namjoon finds himself standing at the bottom of the regal staircase, face blank and cock grown hard between his legs. The clock on the walls ticks just past 3AM, and the entire house is silent—Hell, for once, seems to have quieted down.

But the thoughts in Namjoon’s brain are loud. The images from his dream continue to play in his head, and he scowls, fingers curling into fists.

Taut, rosy nipples—skin decorated with bruises and hickies. Thighs quivering, lips and chin slick with drool, ass red—but that smirk. That cocky little smirk that only belongs to one girl he’s had the pleasure of attempting to ruin, and that damn smirk belongs to you. A smart little girl in Jungkook’s territory, daring enough to deem him “daddy” and even more bold as to play games in his presence despite the fact that you had been at his complete mercy.

The way you’d reacted and bantered with him had been branded into his mind, and you’d been terrorizing him even though your physical presence in his life was lacking.

And tonight is not the first night you had entered his dreams and made him like this—cock stiff and weeping, his heart thrumming with the need to dominate and make you submit.

Yet…his dependence somewhat scares him, because he doesn’t need you, so instead he turns his frustration elsewhere—stepping forward and throwing open the double doors leading into the Play Room.

Girls are thrown over the couches and chairs, eyes groggily popping open at the sound of someone entering. They’re wearing nothing but collars or piercings, typically not needing clothes when their services are needed by many of Namjoon’s men throughout the day.

Eyes widening, the girls can hardly believe their eyes when they spot that its Namjoon who has interrupted their sleep, and any rude thoughts that had come to mind fly away. They all scramble to their feet, watching as Namjoon looks them over, their mouths already slack as their gaze drops to the tent in his pants.

“Don’t make me ask,” he simply states, voice gruff from sleep, and undresses himself before sitting down in an arm chair. Obedient as always, the girls immediately surround him, hands roaming his tanned skin and their mouths parting to release quiet moans.

Namjoon closes his eyes as they work, eyebrows furrowed as lips caress his neck and chest, a small hand boldly wrapping around his cock. They tug skillfully, a mouth descending to enclose around the head of his length. The wet warmth comforts him, coaxing his orgasm towards the surface, but even so he still feels unsatisfied.

These girls have no voice—no effect on him. They don’t make him cocky—don’t give him a challenge. They’re here to please and nothing more, there’s no feeling behind their actions, no reaction behind what they feel.

When he opens his eyes he sees a girl knelt before him, mouth engulfing his cock, her eyes locked on his, waiting to receive his approval. But that’s all she cares about, making sure the Devil is happy with her work, and that doesn’t get Namjoon off.

It used to, in the drunk hours of the night, but not now.

Now he only sees the girls face and wishes that she could be you—trying your best to please him earnestly, searching for a reward yet also getting off despite the pain. A spicy, yet innocent demon—one that he wants to get his hands on once again.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching down and shoving the girl off of him.

“Sir?” she asks in surprise, nervousness overtaking her tone. Standing up, Namjoon quickly steps into his pants, cock still hard against his leg, and looks back at the girls. His eyes are dark.

“You all did fine, go back to sleep.”

With that he exits the room and storms up the stairs. When he reaches his private quarters, Namjoon slams the door shut behind him, feet gluing to the floor a few steps inside the room. His eyes lock on the spot where he’d first saw you—hands bound above your head, body bare and utterly perfect.

Hand sneaking beneath the band of his pants, his palm strokes his cock, breath turning shaky as he recalls his memory of that day. Your ass, your lips—the way your pussy had felt around his cock. The way you’d obeyed him yet had made sure to retain your independence with wit, and the thought of your snarky words alone has a growl building in his throat, wrists twisting and his eyes fluttering shut.

He recalls your slicked thighs and quivering muscles as he’d touched you, and his teeth grind, dick aching under his touch. The temptation of your wet, warm walls enclosing him and taking him so wonderfully is what sends him over the edge, a gravelly curse sneaking past his lips as he cums in his own palm, the white substance accidentally painting the inside of his pants as well.

Eyes reopening, Namjoon stares down at himself, eyes burning maroon as confused anger passes through his skull. He doesn’t remember the last time he got off like this—like a blushing virgin boy, jacking off to fantasies in his head. He’s always had people to service him—to do his bidding, to take care of his needs. And the girls eat him up, truly. A chance to pleasure the Devil—what lower level, horny demon would pass the opportunity up?

But now they’re not enough for him, and it’s frustrating to realize that he wants you. God, you of all people—a random demon he hadn’t even known about until two weeks ago. But…fuck, something about you has him yearning for more…

“Fuck,” he growls, running his unsoiled hand through his hair. Namjoon walks forward and steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt on the bathroom floor as he strides into the white-tiled room, hand reaching out to start the shower.

He wants you but he’s not sure if you want to see him again. After all, he’d taken you under his mercy, even if you had enjoyed it (at least judging by the way your body had reacted).

But why should he care about the way you feel? He’s the Devil, he can have what he wants.

So, attempting to push his worries aside, writing it off as an emotion he shouldn’t need to bother with (even though the question of: do you want him like he wants you? remains), Namjoon steps into the steaming shower and decides that the next time you come to his mind he won’t hold back. He’ll come and find you.

Darkness descends upon Hell, the artificial sun fading away. The sky changes shade as the ball in the sky fades from yellow to dimmed white, craters appearing on its surface—a little feature added to mimic the look of Earth’s moon.

Namjoon has always been interested in Earthlings and the way that their world functions, Jungkook muses, nursing the glass of juice the bar tender had passed him. Well—half juice, the other half is vodka, but he hates to drink it straight. He typically despises being teased by his hyungs as the youngest, yet in this instance he’ll resign to his younger age. Sweet drinks are still his favorite.

Taking a swig of the concoction, Jungkook’s eyes shift sideways, head turning as he survey’s the laden bar. Most of the patrons he knows briefly on a name or face basis. It’s his job as the 3rd level guardian to know those he needs to keep tabs on.

However, mixed into the crowd are unfamiliar faces as well—people who are likely from Hoseok or Jimin’s level. It’s rare that anyone from Jin’s or Taehyung’s levels ever comes up for a visit, and typically the high class demons of Namjoon’s domain stay mingled amongst their own rank. And, of course, people from Yoongi’s dusty basement don’t get out much either, or…ever, really.

Sighing, Jungkook turns on his stool and takes another mouthful of his drink. Slyly, his eyes glance to the corner of the room where you and your friends are sitting, chatting away about one thing or another.

A couple days after Namjoon had deposited you back home, you had bumped into Jungkook, slapping your hand against his chest angrily at the way he had treated you before. Jungkook had laughed, taking your hand into his own and bringing it to his lips, apologizing for his actions. “It was too much fun,” he’d said, which had earned him another smack, and then…an invitation for lunch. To talk.

You had wanted to know about Namjoon—what he would do next, if he would come for you again. Jungkook hadn’t been able to supply you with much of an answer. He had no idea how Namjoon would act from here on. To his knowledge, nothing like this had ever happened before. Sure, Namjoon had found plenty of girls over the ages to take into his bed for one night only, but…this was different. That’s what Jungkook sensed from the situation. And his suspicions had only been confirmed when you had—

“Oh, and do you know what this is??” you had asked him, looking around with slightly flushed cheeks before you’d lifted up your shirt, revealing the small, shattered black circle on your ribs.

In speed unmatched Jungkook had immediately reached over, tugging your shirt back in place, his face so close to yours that you had seen the shock in his eyes.

“That’s the Devil’s mark,” he had said, sounding baffled, his voice quiet as he had fallen back into his seat. “I mean…it’s the guardians mark—we each have one—”

Pushing a bit of energy into his palm, Jungkook made his own circular black mark appear.

“What…is it?” you had asked, and Jungkook had bit his lips, brows furrowing.

“It basically…is claim? Well–,” he quickly made to amend his phrasing. “The guardians use these circles as a way to keep track of the people we especially…want to keep an eye on. The mark allows us to sense any extreme emotions—pain, sadness, happiness…ecstasy…”

Your eyes had widened, arms crossing over your chest, and Jungkook had stared back at you, unsure what to say.

“So it’s basically a leash.”

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Biological Kids ft. Hoseok

+ hoseok gets questioned about your two twin daughters (mixed obv, black & korean); “from where are they adopted?” and he gets upset about it, kinda goes off and goes home to you, his loving wife. you comfort him and it’s just cute.

it was just another day in seoul with your husband, hoseok and your two twin kids (8); yuri and soonyoung.

although you were upstairs, you could hear everything that was going on downstairs. soonyoung and yuri were arguing about what shoe they should wear. they were speaking english which actually made you happy since they spoke korean majority of the time.

since it wasn’t that bad of an argument, you decided to let them fuss it out and pull the covers over your head.

a faint smile appeared on your face as you heard hoseok run up the stairs. you pulled the covers down to your chest and awaited his entrance.

“baby they’re arguing in english. you know i don’t understand!” he pouted as he plopped down beside you and stared at the ceiling.

“they’re arguing about which shoes to wear.” you giggled at how cute he was when he pouted.

“ooooh…i knew that! i only.. understood…shoe though..” he struggled to say the whole sentence in english which you thought was adorable. “why are you not coming again?”

“maybe because of last night. also, maybe because the girls just got back and i think that you should spend some time with them.” you repeated for the fifth time in a sarcastic tone.

“last night…” he let out a sigh of relief and bit down on his lip as he thought about the things that occurred a few hours ago. “we should send the girls away or get a babysitter more often.”

“you’re really needy these days.” you laughed. it was the first time in about two months that you two had sexual intercourse. so, last night was incredible.

“yah don’t pretend like you’re not either.” he playfully smacked his lips.

“come here.” you giggled and spoke softly, while tugging on his shirt.

he leaned down and kissed you, while letting his hands roam wherever they pleased. you didn’t mind repeating last night even if you were sore but of course, your daughter’s were here (not that that was a bad thing). hoseok wasn’t even aware of his actions, once he had you.. he couldn’t get enou-

“ahhhh!” the twins screamed from the doorframe. “how were we made this way i don’t get it?” yuri whispered to soonyoung.

“i don’t know, but whatever aunt (a/n) says is true.” yuri shrugged.

hoseok crawled off of you and made his way over to the kids. he squated down in front of them and let out a small sigh.

“you saw that didn’t you?”

they both nodded. “yes appa we saw you touching eomma in weird ways. but it’s okay we can wipe it from our memories!” soonyoung giggled and poked at hoseok’s dimple that appeared once he looked down and smirked out of embarrassment.

“i see you two made a decision..” he said as he noticed the girls’ shoes. that smirk of embarrassment quickly turned into a proud smile.

“do we look swag like uncle yoongi?” yuri asked.

both you and hoseok cringed and laughed at the question. “not even uncle yoongi says that anymore sweethearts.” he paused and let out a light chuckle. “but you both look really cute.”

“come here…soonyoung and yuri.” you called for them. you watched as they ran over to you and jumped on the bed.

“yes mommy?!” they asked in unison.

it was a cuteness overload to see them side by side, wearing the biggest smiles on their faces. they had the same exact smile and eyes as hoseok, and of course they were cheery, just like him.

“you two are sure to get a tan, so make sure appa let’s you play out there in the sun okay? melanin is a beautiful thing, and don’t forget that.” you smiled.

“i would never not let them out in the sun! i love their tanned skin!” hoseok scoffed and sat down next to you.

“stop being a baby!” the twins said as they hopped into his arms, making him fall back.

he wrapped his arms around them and kissed the top of their heads. “sometimes eomma is just…” he paused and looked at you, making sure to choose his words carefully. “a meany and she doesn’t believe in me.”

“aww mommy!” the twins looked up at you and poked their bottom lip out, pretending to have sympathy for appa seok.

hearing what hoseok said made you scrunch your nose up and your lips purse. “baby do we have a problem? why are you lying on my name like that?” ten seconds later of trying not to laugh, you ended up letting it out.

“yahhhh see she’s crazy!” he started to laugh along with you. “but seriously, i’ll make sure that they get enough sun.”

you sat up and signaled for yuri to sit between your legs. “soonyoung can you go and get the toothbrush and edge control for me?”

soonyoung went running to the bathroom, quickly coming back with the two items that you asked for.

“i can do soonyoung’s hair.” hoseok said with hope (that you would allow him to) in his eyes.

you eyed him for a moment while you thought about wether or not you should let him. after a minute of thinking you spoke,  “fine, go ahead.”

soonyoung sat in front of hoseok and handed him the small container of edge control along with the toothbrush.

“slay my edges appa!” she said in english, getting excited that he was doing her hair.

“what did she say? appa what? a slay?” hoseok pursed his lips together.

“she said, do her edges well.” you giggled after face palming yourself. why was your husband like this?

hoseok nodded his head and started on her hair. first, he did exactly what you did; he took out soonyoung’s ponytail and replaced it with two. her part was… surprisingly straight. then, he opened up the edge control and dipped the toothbrush in.

“okay i see you..” you smirked, watching him as he went.

he did good. it was his first time and he actually laid them. you were a proud wife.

“i killed this!” he gassed himself up and high fived soonyoung after she looked in the mirror and agreed.

once you finished with yuri’s, you laid back down. since hoseok and the girls were about to leave, you were planning on catching a few more z’s.

“alright kiss mommy and tell her you’ll see her later.” he paused and waited until they were finished. “wait for me downstairs.”

“see you later eomma!” after they left, hoseok went over to you and pecked your lips. “we’ll be back later, i love you y/n.”

“i love you too.”

you watched as he left and listened as the front door shut. now, it was time to do what you loved to do; sleep.

“appa can you push us on the swings!?” the girls asked hoseok while they both grabbed one of his hands and pulled him towards the swing.

“okay but this is the last thing that we do before heading home.” he nodded even though it didn’t matter sense he was already on his way there. “and remember that you should ask and wait for an answer. you can’t just assume things alright?”

“alright appa.” they hopped on the swings and dangled their feet.

he checked his pockets to make sure that he still had his keys and phone before he started. “ready?”

“yes!” they shouted in unison, causing a few curious and startled heads to turn.

he began pushing them, keeping them at the same rate since they would scream ‘that’s unfair’ in a heartbeat.

while he pushed them, he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful and unique his girls looked. their skin was the tannest skin in the park. only they had brown skin, curly hair, and that wonderful coconut oil scent.

“you two are so beautiful, you know you’re my world right?” he smiled.

“i thought eomma was your world.” yuri said out of confusion.

“she is too.” hoseok chuckled and continued to push the girls, allowing them to get higher each time. their cheers were like music to his ears. every time they cheered him on, he would just get happier.

“excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind him.

he turned around slowly until he was facing the unknown person. he smiled once he noticed that it was an ajumma. “hello, is there something wrong?”

“um well yes.. i’m kind of curious.” she was a blushing mess but hoseok brushed off her weird vibe since things like this happened often. 

“curious about what?” he raised his eyebrows and looked back for a second to make sure that the girls were still behind him. they were still swinging, having a random conversation with each other.

“those two girls that you were just pushi-”

“my daughter’s? what about them?” he started to go into protective daddy mode.

“ohh they’re your…daughter’s? from where did you adopt them?” she kept that same smile on her face. she didn’t have a clue.

hoseok inhaled a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. he did not want to curse an older woman out, he could never forgive himself. he ended up not saying anything and instead, he just stared at her.

“hello? where did you get them from?” she pushed on the question. “they can’t possibly be your biological children.” she laughed.

“these are my biological children and i’m married, to a beautiful black woman. i’m not about to let you disrespect my family like this. it’s people like you who can’t get over the past and yourselves. realize that the world is changing. interracial relationships are happening these days and interracial children are being made. my two daughters and my wife don’t deserve this. they’re people just like you. it was very ignorant of you to just assume that they were adopted. think twice before you say shit lady. and you’re lucky that my wife isn’t here. she would’ve..” he shook his head and stopped himself from going any further. he decided that it was best to just walk away to the car and get the girls.

as he strapped them in, he heard someone running up to him.

“hey! hey! hey!” the same lady shouted as she stopped in front of him. “i want to apolo-”

“then apologize.” he spoke sternly as he cut her off.

“i’m so sorry if i offended or upsetted you, i’m just not used to seeing… mixed children or at least not a black and korean family. it’s new and so i’m sorry for my ignorance.”

all that hoseok could do was nod and get into the car. as he started the engine, he looked at the girls. he observed their facial features; eyes and lips just like his; a nose just like yours and their skin was like caramel and honey. 

aside from their unique beauty, they looked worn out, which was what he expected since they moved around so much.

“y'all are tired?” he asked the obvious question.

they both tilted their heads to the side and made that ‘you know the answer’ face that you always made. “yes appa.” they said in unison.

he chuckled and turned back around. “do you want to bring eomma some food back?”

“yes if we get food too!” they responded.

“crazy…” he chuckled again and said to himself. of course everyone was gonna get food. 

you hated when hoseok would bring food for you and the kids but not himself. ever since you told him that, he would make sure that he got something to eat too. eating together as a family in the household was a must.

“eomma!” the girls shouted at the top of their lungs as they ran upstairs to you.

they jumped on the bed to wake you up…but…that didn’t work. you were in a deep sleep.

“appa! eomma won’t wake up!” yuri shouted which caused hoseok to run up the stairs.

“y/n…” he called your name. you didn’t answer, so he continued to call your name until he realized that that wouldn’t work. “go downstairs and eat. me and eomma will be down in a minute.” he told the girls.

once they left out of the room, he climbed on top of you and kissed you all over your face. “baby..baby…baby…i have food.”

as expected, your eyes shot open and you pushed him off of you. “where…?” you looked around.

“downstairs.” he paused once he caught the death glare that you had sent him. “anyways, baby something happened today at the park and i’m upset about it.” his smile faded as he remembered what happened earlier.

“what happened?” you pursed your lips together and sat up.

“an ajumma….she asked if yuri and soonyoung we’re adopted.” he spoke lowly.

“and what did you say? you raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would tell you about how he cursed her out or something along those lines.

“let’s just say, i let her know some things.” he paused and sighed. “i just hate that there’s actual people out here that thinks that our daughters are adopted. they make it seem like i did something wrong.”

you shook your head and tugged on his clothing, indicating that you wanted him to come closer. he slid over to you and rested his head on your stomach. he grabbed your right hand and didn’t let it go.  “baby, there will always be ignorant people in this world but the best that we can do is ignore them and not let them interfere with our happiness. you know, narrow minded and adjusted people hate to see those who are like insurgents to the ‘normal or right way’ enjoying their life….they have to try to fuck it up somehow. that’s just how it goes. but we…we are a strong family. we are with those insurgents. when we’re happy, they’re not. yuri and soonyoung are such blessings to both me and you aren’t they?” you paused to let him answer your obvious question.

“yes, i love my daughter’s to death. i love you too.” he sniffled and wiped  his face which let you know that he was crying.

“yuri and soonyoung!” you shouted.

within seconds, your two little sunshines came running into the room. their smiles quickly faded though, once they saw that their father was in tears.

“appa..? what’s wrong?” soonyoung asked, on the verge of tears.

“it’s okay soonyoung, he’s crying because…he loves.” you said while rubbing his back in a circular motion. “how much do you love appa?”

“i love appa so so so so so so much! i love him with all my heart!” yuri said as she jumped up and down.

“i love him so very much. he is my bestfriend.” soonyoung added on.

“and i love you more than anything so stop crying and give your wife and kids a hug.” you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair until he got up and pulled yuri and soonyoung into a hug

“i love the both of you so much.” they hugged him back. it was honestly the cutest when the three of them hugged, the love of your life and the beautiful children that the two of you created..it was your aesthetic.

“come here baby.” hoseok reached an arm out to you, you went over to them and joined in on the hug.

“nothing will ever break us apart alright? we are a strong and beautiful family. let no one tell you anything different.” (-hoseok)

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