BTS REACTION SERIES: PSYCHOPATH

BTS REACTION SERIES: PSYCHOPATH

when they meet their significant other for the first time.

Disclaimer: this does NOT reflect any bts member, do not take this seriously

summary: when the he line see you for the first time. he knows that he just has to have you in his hold.. till death parts you.

warnings: Obsessive behaviour, stalking, yandere themes, implied of drug abuse, implied kidnapping.

minors do not interact

Jin

It was early morning, you went about your day, you heard the news of a man coming back from the dead, but mind you, you really couldn’t care less. You were an average girl who in your opinion never really stuck out amongst other females so you were pretty sure you were fine because of that and also you weren’t desperate for attention or love, which in the summary of what you’ve learnt is how they lure you in and why they lure you in.

You just sat at the cafe, treating yourself for breakfast as you get pancakes for breakfast and something about this diner was so fresh, it wasn’t decorated like other diners and the food seemed to stick out to you. You hum scrolling through your social media, listening to the radio coming from the kitchen, but you couldn’t help but notice, each time the news came on, the radio was either switched off or the Chanel was switched to another

Maybe the owner didn’t want to cause fear to the customers was an easy and calming thought to have so you stuck with it as you kept munching on your pancake, replying to messages, comments and whatever else people do on their phones, tutting when the maple syrup coated a finger print on your phone screen.

He smiled as he watched you from the kitchen, he calmly cleaned the kitchen and swept the floor he couldn’t stand cooking in a dirty environment especially when you were the one eating his food.

He watched you as you glared at the syrup, a small but silent chuckle left his lip as he shook his head and started to make the next order. He had watched you for about 3 months now, ever since he moved to a quieter part of the country, not wanting to be put in custody again, part of him wanted to make a fresh start and make sure he was never behind bars again.

But then came you.

And you destroyed everything he worked on, at first he wanted to remove you, then start over, but you were just so perfect. The way you breathed was so ethereal, so you’d have to stay alive and be his favourite doll, because either way he’d have to restart and he would rather restart with you in his arms, you beautifully destroyed everything the second you stepped into his cafe, you were his first customer after he opened this up, and even though he thought he’d never see you again you were impossible to forget so each time you came he would focus on your dish and your dish only, because he had to make it with care, he had to put enough sugar and salt into the pancake to make a chemical reaction in your brain, to make you start to become addicted because the mixture of those two caused your brain to go into a sense of euphoria.

Little things would go into your food so you kept coming back when you thought you needed a pick me up or treat, he smiled at you from the kitchen. You were so beautiful, your smile was so beautiful the way crumbs sat on your lip was so beautiful.

Only he could see how beautiful you were.

Only he could make you happy.

And now he was certain you were the one, the game will begin.

He slipped on his mask and walked to you “hello, I’m Jin, the owner here, how’s your food?” He asks with his sweet smile which somehow made your normally unbothered heart melt and your muscles in your cheeks to pull into a smile.

“It’s wonderful thank you, would it be too much to ask for two more with some cream?” You ask.

That’s just what he wanted.

And that’s how it all began.

You felt so sure you were safe but you were oh so wrong, perhaps it was the sugar and salt talking?

Yoongi

You huff as you slam your computer shut you were just trying to learn how to play the piano and the guitar but you didn’t have enough money, YouTube was hard to follow, you felt like you were getting no where and all the courses were only giving you one lesson before you had to give them your bank account.

“Stupid capitalist- ugh!” You mumble under your breath, glaring at your laptop as if it was their fault, you wanted to swear but you knew your mother was down stairs and you really did not want to face the slipper. You glanced at the time and your eyes went wide you had less than 25 minutes to head to work and being there on time. You couldn’t risk being late because now you had your future to save up for.

A small sigh escapes from your lips as you dust all the pianos in the sale before heading over to the guitars and drums, you felt tired and you had no reason why but you mentally promised you’d be going to bed as soon as you get home. You pat the drums, making a small beat with your finger tips with a small smile before you heard a scruff from the carpet.

The door hasn’t opened in the last however long it was, there couldn’t be anyone here, you knew that since you locked the door. It couldn’t have been an animal, it sounded like a shoe. You grabbed a drum stick and crept over to the sound “Hello?” You asks gently but no came out and after a good 10 minutes of being on guard and no other sound you relaxed and shrugged it off.

You hum as you lock up shop, pulling the shutter down over the front of the shop before locking that too, slipping the keys into the crack of the wall when no one was there for your boss to open up shop tomorrow. You stretched slightly before joining the formation of blushing people to get somewhere, you were heading to the tube station.

You grab your train pass and went to go to the platform before you heard a piano being played, you instantly turned on your heel and went to the sound, you thought maybe you could pick up some tips at least if not someone to tutor you.

You come to a halt when you see a man playing the piano, you took a few steps closer to see what he was playing and more importantly who he was, you frown as no one else seemed to be paying attention to him, or maybe they just knew to stay away..

Either way you didn’t get that message and stood there waiting for him to finish and once he did, his eyes made it to you and he seemed to be observing you.

Shrugging off the awkward atmosphere you smiled “Hey, sorry for being such a bother but I’ve been trying to learn piano for months, I was wondering if you could give me any tips or tricks or if it’s not too much a tutor?” You ask, fiddling with your bag to get a pen and paper.

He didn’t seem to be bothered by what you were saying, he just closed the piano and leaned his elbow on it “Hm, I’ll tutor you.” He says as he watches your reactions, he could tell you weren’t expecting that answer - cute.

“Are you sure? I mean I’m just a random girl and where would you teach me?” you asked and cringed you sounded ungrateful, but yet again, no emotion showed up on his face.

“I can teach you here, no one cares anyways and I’m pretty sure you pass here everyday. Anyways if you want it, I’ll see you here tomorrow if not, then well I guess you truly don’t have a love for learning the instrument do you?” He cooed and after that he got up and walked away, leaving you stunned.

“Nice to meet you too.” You mumble and walk towards the ticket hall again, debating whether to take his offer.

Well you’d see tomorrow wouldn’t you?

He smirked as he watched you get on the train, he followed you, he followed you home and you didn’t turn once, he liked that. He liked how naive you were in this moment.

He watched as you closed the curtains around your house, though when you looked to see if anyone was watching you.

He wasn’t there..

He was like a shadow..

Your shadow..

Hoseok

Hoseok never had an easy life, his father was never satirised by his efforts to be the best son he could possibly. After awhile he slowly learnt wasn’t worth it.

Brutally killing his father as pay back and sending his mother a peaceful death, Hoseok was now free to dream and accomplish any dream he could think of without any one giving him hell for it.

You weren’t a bad kid, actually you weren’t involved in the gang side of town, you didn’t really know much of the world, except for those books you read, he knew that, he watched you. From afar, he had no hobby and somehow you fitted perfectly into his ideals.

Smart, genuine, kind, caring, healthy, happy, confident, alone, isolated and an overthinker. He knew this way you’d rely on him, he had no issue with that. He’d never hurt you, or mess with you.. not unless it was necessary. You were his light, and light was a precious thing. He had to protect you. You were his after all.

You were so innocent and true that you didn’t even realise that your friends were not as pure as you, they were pumping their stomach and veins with blood the second you went home..

That’s how he met you.

Your friends made a petty excuse to get you to ditch them at the corner of the street, telling you that it was near your curfew even though it was half an hour before, they couldn’t let you see how disgusting they were, why? Because you were valuable to them, you did their homework, called them whenever they requested, you were at their becking call. If you saw one flaw that was harmful to you, would you leave them? Probably not but your friends couldn’t lose something so useful.

You walked down the streets, sighing softly feeling out of place recently with your friends, you felt tears spring and sting your eyes as you stare at the pavement, you were never one to like drawing attention to yourself so you desperately were trying to calm your thoughts as they drowned you.

He noticed you, but you didn’t notice him. Raising a brow, you seemed interesting to him, he tilted his head as he stepped out of the alley, purposely standing in your direct pathway, you were destined to clash this way.

Hoseok always believed he always controlled his destiny- which right now was you.

He was amazed at how out of place you were, you didn’t even realise he was there, as your weight went onto his face, he smiled at your little gasp.

You shot your head back and looked at him “oh my! I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention a-are you okay?” You ask as guilt punched you, you had completely forgotten about your tear stained face.

But he had noticed it.

“I’m fine, Hun.” He smiles softly “but you don’t seem to be, are you okay?” He asks and takes a step closer and took you in, you were beautiful. Truly unique, he knew there was no one like you, and hoseok loved rare things, things that will never be made again the same way, only variations could appear after.

You look at him confused and then your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, you probably looked a mess “Uh, yes! Sorry I have to go, I’m sorry again, have a good day!” You bow, as your heart clenched you needed to get out of this situation before you’re hit with another emotion. You rushed off soon after to get home, you don’t even remember what he said.

Hoseok watched you “Completely unique..” he mumbled to himself as he watched you, his feet guided after you and soon he was close behind you, following you home, that’s how it all began.

He was amazed at how different you were, his little sunshine, his snow flake.

However a day later, instead of the normal drugs your friends would consume.

Hoseok gave them a little surprise

And now their bodies laid with beautiful flowers over them. White ones, just like the pill they took, to remember the special day where he got the trash out of your life.

He never forgot that road he met you on, he never would, because he met you there every day to walk you home and to teach you how to dance..

He was luring you in..

but you were too sweet to notice

And that’s why he is infatuated by you loves you

He wouldn’t hurt you.. but he had a special treat for you too..

Namjoon

You groaned slightly as you slipped out of the police car, it was the 12th September and every year since 2015 on this day you’d get a handful of prank calls from bratty teenagers, saying they heard screams from the abandoned omeals bar.

And because of protocol and rules, you had to respond to every call, just incase there was danger. This was your third time coming to the building and you were honestly becoming tired of repeatedly driving down this road.

You wanted to lose your temper but you knew you couldn’t since it was just a simple prank call and your useless government had to put things in place to try and stop it. If you did anything, it would be believed you took advantage of your authority and therefore the job your love would slip through your fingers.

You slip out and go into the building, you had circled the perimeter and there was no danger, you were hoping you’d do a quick circle around and go again, quickly find a case and go to it before you could be sent to this damned place.

But someone was waiting for you.

It was just one person making all those calls.

Requesting simply for you to come.

He watched you through the crack between the door and the wall, as you aimlessly walked around yet again, however this time your forehead had such delicate creases of annoyance and confusion. The mix looked outstanding on you.

Why? Because it amused him, and he wanted to clap and come out from where he was hiding, however he’d ruin the fun and games. He wasn’t ready for that.

He hit play on his radio.

“I miss you.”

“Saying this makes me miss you all even more.”

“I miss you.”

“Even though I’m looking at your photo.”

“Time is so cruel.”

“I hate us.”

“Seeing you is more difficult no-”

“Hello?” You call out and come closer to the sound of the singing before you hear a click and the music stops, you reach for your torch to see if anyone is there.

“Look, Kid. It may be a funny prank but you need to run home now before your parents get worried.” You mumble, trying to sound as soft as you could but the annoyance couldn’t leave your voice.

A scream left your lips before it was ultimately covered with ease with a huge hand and felt the pressure against your face as you kicked and squirmed, trying to dig your heels into the ground to stop him for dragging you. High pitched sounds left your lips as you tried to get away, you shoved him off and ran, you needed to call for back up but you needed to be safe place.

You hated this place, not because of about 6 years of running around and answering all the calls, no.

It was much deeper than that

7 years ago, this was your home. It had been abandoned for 10 years and you spent a year or more stuck here with someone you thought you could trust.

He was missing, if the gods were good to you, he’d hopefully be dead.

But they weren’t good to you, because as you got to the front door of the shop, using all your fear and passion, everything that you could muster to get out of there. Someone was waiting for you there.

You clashed into his chest and once you did, you felt him only move slightly by your impact before his arms went around you, arms that were gentle and made you feel safe at one time but you know that this gentle touch was anything but safe.

Was it him?

It couldn’t be?

Why after all these years?

Your heart stopped when you heard:

“I’ve missed you my diamond.. did you like the song I wrote for you?” He asks softly and kisses your forehead as you heard the two front doors close and lock, before being blocked off with wood.

“Welcome home, we have a lot to catch up with.”

And then with a blink of an eye you were trapped again. And you were surely his favourite birthday present.

DUMB!FICATION! ⌇BTS REACTIONS ࿐

— PROMPT: bts members reaction to you going dumb during sex

— PAIRING: members x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.

— WARNINGS: um.. dumb!fication! teasing, joon being kinda mean :,(, size kink <3 unprotected sex, soft!dom jin, mean!dom yoongi, slight exhibitionism, heavy degradation, edging (?), super soft!dom hobi <3 (im shocked), fingering, praise, jimin and tae r both feral, overstimulation, oral f!receiving, multiple cream🥧s, SOFT!DOM KOO <3

— A.NOTE: HI i know i’ve been AWOL, but im here & i come bearing gifts <3 happy october!! p.s. im not sure if this classifies as reactions but enjoy nonetheless (jk’s is so long hes been bias wrecking me im sorry) p.s.s. ive posted this 5 times so hopefully it shows up this time

KIM NAMJOON ࿐

you had been unnecessarily needy for namjoon’s attention throughout the entire day. you truly couldn’t help yourself with how big and handsome he looked even while doing the tiniest tasks. he’d had enough, though, when you decided to straddle him at the end of the day while he was reading his book. slightly irritated that he was now hard, he put you to work, claiming if you want something, you gotta do it yourself.

“needy fuckin’ girl,” he mutters, laying back against the plush pillows as his hands gripped tightly onto your waist. they guide you on grinding against his pelvis with his cock stirring up your insides. “baby wanted to be split open all day long and now she can’t even do it herself can she?” he pouts, feigning faux sympathy.

his condescending words go through one of your ears and straight out the other. “please, please, please!” you beg, hiccuping slightly as his cock rubs right against your g-spot. 

“what are you beggin’ for, baby, hmm?” he asks, curiously. “you already have my cock stuffed in you, what more could you possibly want?”

you choke on your words as your mind numbs, “j-joon!”

“awww,” he coos, finally comprehending the situation. “pretty baby’s gone dumb just by sitting on my cock, yeah?” he says with a smirk, bucking his hips into you.

mindlessly, you nod with fervor crying out his name again with a mantra of pleads. “hah! ye-yeah, fuck! joon, please!”

he shakes his head, biting back a smile. he feels himself throbbing inside of you merely because of how sexy you look in this fucked out state. “tell me what you want, angel, i know you can do that for me,”

his voice is so deep that you swear you can feel it vibrating your entire body, yet you manage to find the words to tell him what you so desperately need. “w-wan’na cum,”

he smiles, humming softly, “so fuckin’ cute,” he mutters under his breath. “gonna make sure my baby cums, don’t you worry.”

KIM SEOKJIN ࿐

it’s an accident, truly. usually after work, seokjin is on his knees for you– eating you out, fucking you with three fingers, making you cum and gush all over his face. but today was different. today jin was frustrated and stressed and genuinely annoyed with how his day went. being the amazing girlfriend you are, you offered to please him today– to let him have his way with you. little did you know, he was a little more pent-up than you had assumed. 

“princess, fuck,” he moans, fucking his hard cock into your cunt. “feels so good, you always feel so good around me.” he practically says through grit teeth. 

he stands over your quivering body with a bruising clasp on your hips. his thrusts are quick, hard, and shallow; nonetheless, he’s hitting every spot he needs to. you’ve already cum twice, but you want to give it all to him with the day he’s had.

you feel dizzy, mind buzzing with infinite pleasure as he unravels the knot again and again.“hngh,” you moan, words garbled as you can’t seem to form any. “fuh– fuuuck!” you sob starting to feel overstimulated, hands gripping for life on his forearms. 

his speed falters, snapping out of his state of frustration. “princess?” he questions, furrowing his brows in confusion. 

you whine when he stops altogether, “jiiin!” you cry for him, back arching to get him to resume. “n-more, mph, need more!” you slur, incoherent noises slipping past your lips. 

 he must not have realized that he fucked you beyond limits and is starting to feel bad that he took his frustration out on you. he attempts to retract himself from your body, but you wrap your legs around him tightly, keeping him inside of you. 

you muster all the words your spinning head will allow, “need your c-cock, jin, please,”

he looks into your pleading eyes and his guilt melts away. his speed picks up and is keen on the way you squeal, getting lost in the way he fucks you once more. you attempt to tell him to never stop, but the words die on your tongue and seokjin can’t help but smile at your dumb state.

“shhh, just take it, baby, i got you,” he whispers. “leave all the thinking to me.”

MIN YOONGI ࿐

you love yoongi, you do. truly! but it’s hard to provoke him with his undying patience and cool, cat-like demeanor that made him seem emotionless. it’s hard to get him to fuck you like an animal the way you so desperately need. that’s not to say it never happens. even though it’s hard to evoke a reaction, it’s not impossible. nights like tonight where you’re flirting with every moving thing in the bar. nights like tonight where you’re not wearing underwear and making sure yoongi knows. nights like tonight where you’re bent over the bar’s dirty bathroom sink with his hand laced into your hair as he's pounding into you just the way you hoped he would. 

“look at you,” he grunts, pulling your hair roughly to look into the cloudy mirror. you look at your face, watery mascara streaks staining your face and your lipstick smudged all around your mouth. “fucking slut,” he scoffs.

you moan in agreement, his cock dragging against your sweet spot. replying to him is the last thing on your mind. with the way he’s fucking you, the only thing you can think about is his dick and getting off on his rough behavior. 

“think it’s cute to throw yourself around? to look so fucking desperate?” he grits through his teeth as his thrusts punctuate every word. “you just wanted my attention, isn’t that right?”

you nod your head, hoping the high-pitched moans and your incessant movements answer his question because god knows you can’t say anything. 

he chuckles breathily, “yeah? acting like a slut so i can fuck you like this?”

you clench around him tightly at his words and he takes that as his answer, snapping his hips into you with more vigor. you moan loudly, more tears running down your cheeks. 

“all you had to do was ask, baby,” he mutters, feeling himself throb inside you at the sound of your pretty voice. even with the loud thumping of the music outside, he still basks in the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and your cries. “no, but you’re too cockdrunk now to say thank you, huh?” 

“th-thank yo– yoongi!” your apology is cut short by the scream of his name. his cock consistently ramming into your body’s most sensitive spot and you can’t hold back anymore. “cumming!” you cry. 

he hums, stopping his movements and you cry out in protest again, “did i fuck you so stupid you forgot the rules? bad girls don’t get to cum, sweetheart.”

JUNG HOSEOK ࿐

it’s safe to say that every time you get sexual with hoseok, you go absolutely stupid forgetting everything except his name and the feeling of his mouth or hands or his perfect cock. today was no different, yet he’d come at you with a much different approach. his usual degradation and harsh movements were replaced with the sweetest praise and merciful touch. 

“you’ve been such a good girl for me lately, doll,” he whispers into your ear, gently pressing soft pecks around the area which is a stark contrast to what his fingers were doing. he has you in between his legs and your back pressed to his chest with your legs wide open while he fucks three of his big fingers into your soaked cunt. “haven’t been too rough, have i?”

you shake your head, “no, no! love when you’re rough!” your words come out pleadingly. you feel so full just with his fingers that it’s almost mind-numbing.

he chuckles, the pad of his thumb moving to lazily rub circles into your clit simultaneously. you gasp, twitching in his arms and clamping around his fingers. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he mumbles, starting to trail his pecks down your neck. “so pretty ‘n good… all f’me.”

the praise goes straight to your core and makes your brain go haywire. praise isn’t a foreign concept from hobi, it’s more that you weren’t expecting that. 

“mph, y-yeah, hoseok, all yours,” you whine breathily, throwing your head back on his shoulder providing more access to your neck. you can’t help but let your brain turn to mush at his words and actions. mindlessly, you clamp around his fingers as you attempt to fuck his hand.

“yeah? you love being my cute lil fucktoy?” he questions gently before noticing the way your body starts withering under his touch. his breath tickles the skin on your neck making you hypersensitive. “gonna cum, baby?”

“hnggh, baby…” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

hobi lets out a soft laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on me, dollface.” he jokes, but it makes his cock twitch knowing that even the slight touch of his fingers has your brain going haywire. when you moan in reply, he simply hums, “that’s alright, pretty, just cum for me, yeah?”

PARK JIMIN ࿐

jimin is crazy about you. insane, if you will. he likes to show you that by shoving his head between your thighs and devouring you till you’re a puddle of mush all for him. he eats you out like he hasn’t eaten in weeks like you’re the last thing he’ll get a taste of. it’s mostly because he loves the way you taste, but he can’t deny how much he loves the way you babble dumbly for his cock in this state. it’s kind of sadistic, but you never complain. not even when you’re overstimulated and reduced to choked sobs and quivering limbs.

“minnie!” you cry, hands laced into his hair as you pull on his roots. he groans into your pussy, eliciting another high-pitched whine from you. “f-fuck, baby! i-i can’t!”

he’s been in between your legs for at least half an hour now, ripping orgasms from your poor body left and right and you both know that you’re close to tapping out mentally, but you know in your bones that’s what he wants that to happen. 

“come on, angel, for me?” he moans, hands squeezing the flesh of your plush, trembling thighs. “please cum for me, tastes so fucking good,” he begs and you can’t resist his pleading voice or pretty moans…

so you do. you cum. hard. you cum with your back arched and both of your hands carded through his silky hair as you push him further into your wet core. you cum grinding against his face to ride out your orgasm as your body is wracked with sobs and gasps. you cum so hard you swear you’ve completely left earth, but jimin’s voice brings you back down. 

“baby, shhh,” he shushes, hands rubbing your thighs gently in an attempt to stop them from shaking uncontrollably. “are you alright?”

you moan breathily at his question as you nod your head, your brain genuinely unable to provide a verbal answer for him. you make grabby hands at him and he knows exactly what it means having done this more times than he can count. he leans in pressing his lips to yours, swallowing all of your tiny whimpers and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

“wan’ your cock,” you mumble against his lips after a few minutes. 

he smiles widely knowing he has you right where he wants you.

KIM TAEHYUNG ࿐

taehyung has a knack for fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name. he loves your tears, your pretty cries, your begs where he can’t tell what you’re asking for– he loves it all. but what he doesn’t realize is that he gets just as dumb as you. he rambles on and on about you and how much he loves your cunt while fucking his previous loads into you with his sensitive cock. 

“taehyung!” you sob, your fingernails digging into his broad shoulders, sure to leave a mark. your drenched, your body covered with a sheen layer of sweat, tears slipping down your face, pussy overflowing with your mixed cum– but this is how taehyung likes it. he loves it messy.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good– fuck! you’re such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all of my cock,” he moans, eyes threatening to roll back as he’s overcome with intense pleasure. his cock fucks you open, cum seeping out of your worn pussy every time he pulls out. 

you can’t stop the tears from falling down your face. you’ve lost track of how many times you cum around him, but you could care less. you feel so good even with how sensitive you are. he’s making you feel so fucking good, and hearing that you’re doing the same for him has your head spinning even more. 

you clench around him and he whines your name out. “b-baby, how are you still so fuckin’ tight?” his voice wavers, and you clench around him again. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again. gonna fill you up even more, pretty girl, you want that?”

when you don’t reply, taehyung’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the swollen bud. you gasp loudly, “tae! shit, fuck, i-i-”

“i asked if my good girl wanted my cum?” he pants, giving you deeper thrusts, sensitive tip rubbing against your velvet walls making him shake. 

“i do! i do!” you plead nearly choking on a sob as you feel the tight rope in the pit of your stomach snap, soaking him with your cum. 

that’s all it takes for taehyung, going still once he’s pressed himself deep inside of you. he twitches once, twice and after the third time, you feel the warmth of his load filling you to the brim, dressing your used walls in your favorite shade of white. 

“fuck, i love you,” he says before collapsing next to you.

JEON JUNGKOOK ࿐

jungkook hates to see you so sad. so dejected, unable to even look him in the eye. you don’t deserve that, you don’t deserve to feel so shitty. he knows work is hard for you some days and he knows you hate your boss and your pretentious coworkers, he just doesn’t know why you put up with it. 

“baby, talk to me, please?” he pleads as you lay on the bed at the end of the night with your back facing him. “what happened, angel? did someone say something to you again?”

you shrug, mumbling out, “‘m just tired of thinkin’ about it, koo, can we just drop it and go to bed?” 

jungkook sighs, placing a hand on your arm, shaking you gently to turn and look at him, “look at me,” he whispers and when you finally do with a pout on your face, he smiles. “there she is, my pretty girl.”

a blush creeps up your neck and face and your stomach churns at his soft words. “koo, stop…”

“i wanna help you, Y/N,” he whispers, leaning into you. “lemme help you forget today, yeah? wanna make you feel so good that you forget, can i do that?”

you want to cry, nodding your head and taking a deep breath.

he kisses you gently, taking his time with you before letting his pace pick up. soon you find yourself aching underneath him, thighs sticking together with your arousal and head whirling with need. 

as he pushes himself inside of you, rocking in and out of you, you feel all your worries leave your body. tears sting your eyes before you ultimately decide to close them and turn off your brain to bask in the pleasure your sweet boyfriend is giving you.

you moan his name out softly and he groans back, “such a pretty little thing,” he mumbles, pushing his head in the crook of your neck. he places wet kisses on the sensitive skin. 

“koo… fuck…” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he’s fucking you as deep as he can go. “f-fuck, feels… feels s-so… good,” you all but slur, taking the near incoherency of your words as a sign to shut up before you begin to babble nonsense. 

“don’t know why you work so hard, gorgeous,” he whispers into your ear, continuing to fuck you nice and deep. “wanna take care of you forever, don’t wanna see you sad like this,” his voice wavers with his words when you clamp tightly around him at the mention of ‘forever.’ 

he smiles against your neck, leaving a feathery kiss before reminding you, “you don’t have to think about them anymore, angel, ‘m here, alright? gonna make you feel so fucking good n’ have you cum till you don’t remember those assholes.” 

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Seat of Power | jungkook political au 01

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

chapter summary: after jungkook’s first encounter with you, he was determined to meet you again even if it’s against your own will. 

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, undetailed smut, cheating, mention of abuse of political power, political rivalry, mention of corruption and drug operations, jk is showing his yandere tendencies, mention of killing someone word count: 9k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

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Pairing: Mafia!Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Light sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: thank you so much my love!! I’m happy to hear that you consider this account as one of your safe place. A highest of compliment ahuhu 💜

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“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin said in admiration, his eyes taking in his fill as you stripped off of your dress. His soft words did not move you. Instead, you pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him. This was not the time for romance.

This was the time for you to lose your virginity.

It would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to your family who thought that you were all living in the 1800s when it was acceptable for arrange marriages. However, your anger was squashed by the thought of your fiancé who was just as against the would-be union as you were. He had only communicated with you through messages, never in person. He said that the two of you really weren’t going to go through it, so why would the two of you waste time knowing each other? He was so blunt that you actually laughed while reading his messages. He was so disgusted by the marriage that it seeped through the words.

You agreed to show both your disagreement tomorrow to the families. In a way, you were lucky to have been promised to a man like him. He was as against it as you, if not more. So really, you weren’t worried for tomorrow.

But still, you were mad that they thought they could decide for you.

“Shut up,” you growled at him before kissing him in his seductive lips. He chuckled at your cute attempts in dominance. Jimin let you lead for so long, until he flipped the two of you off with so much ease. His strength was unexpected from his lean body.

When he knew you were ready, he slowly thrusted into you…only to feel the barrier signifying your innocence.

He lost his playful smile, his eyes suddenly turning serious as he looked at your tearful ones. “You’re a virgin?” He asked in disbelief.

“Well…not anymore,” you replied in a small voice, somehow certain that he was going to leave now that he knew. But Park Jimin did the exact opposite. You felt him kiss your forehead so slowly you could pretend that this meant something. He smiled at you in assurance before resuming his movements.

Park Jimin would take care of you.

Park Jimin woke up without you.

His happy mood turned sour when he saw his arms empty. He hated it. He didn’t know why he hated it when he had never, ever spent a night with someone he fucked with.

But that was the thing. He didn’t just fuck you. It felt more.

“You let her go?” He repeated to the trembling guard. Despite his height, Jimin had an explosive anger. His rage was hard to reach, yet once he did, he was even harder to calm down. “What time did she leave?”

“I-I wasn’t aware she wasn’t allowed to leave, sir,” he answered the mafia heir, his head bowed down. “She left at two in the morning, sir.”

Oh. So you left like a common thief, then.

You left him like what you both did was something inherently wrong.

You left him as though he didn’t take care of you.

You left him.

And he couldn’t have that, could he?

He would look for you, but first he needed to settle something.

“Where on earth were you?!” Your mother shouted as soon a she saw you entered the mansion. “Your fiancé will be here in an hour and you still look like a mess!”

You almost couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes from her over-the-top dramatics. Whatever you had to say, she wouldn’t listen to anyway. You were dolled up as soon as she ushered you to your room. Her choice of dress for you carefully laid out as though you were just a doll. You hair was styled to her liking, your makeup to her preference.

You looked at yourself on the mirror with no emotion. This would end, anyway. You and your so-called fiancé would make sure of it.

You were done being someone else’s doll.

You smirked as you sipped your tea. Your parents were getting impatient. Meanwhile, his parents were already in the vast living room, his father seething as he tried to contact his son. They were all a mess, except for you. You were thoroughly enjoying this. Who knew? Maybe after this debacle, you and him could be good friends.

It was almost one hour after the agreed upon meeting when the door opened. The air changed significantly as though a storm was about to come. If only you knew…

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” a smooth voice sounded from behind you. Finally, he was here. You gently placed the cup of tea back on the table like the princess that you were raised to be. You straightened your back as the families kept up with pleasantries.

“I came here to announce that I-“

Finally, he was going to say it. With a smile on your face, you looked behind you.

Only to see him.

Park. Jimin.

He blinked owlishly at you, processing what was happening in front of him. And then the fucker smiled like an angel.

It was just his luck, he thought. There you were- meant for him. He didn’t need to go far to search for you. You were within his reach all along.

This was destiny.

He grabbed your hand in his before facing your family. “I’m here to announce that I will gladly marry your daughter.”

What the fuck?

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pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : angst, suggestive, fluff

warnings : mention of insecurities ( small breasts ), shy!reader, pet names, making out, dry humping, praising, cum in underwear, no actual sex ig / non penetrative sex

words count : 1.1k

A/N : hi hi guys, as promised I wrote a little drabble. Don’t expect something awesome or whatever. It’s kinda simple. I wanted to write something about people being insecure about having small 🍒. I used to be so insecure about it, but after years I started loving myself the way I am. I hope it will kinda reassure you ( at least, help some of you to remind yourself that you’re beautiful the way you are ). REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I love you guys, take care. - sunny

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You and Jungkook were cuddling peacefully, enjoying each other’s company.

Pulling you closer to his warm body, he started leaving little kisses on the back of your neck before burying his head on your back again, his arms tightening around you.

You smiled looking at his arms wrapped around your middle. Your eyes drifted from his strong grip to your chest.

Being honest, you don’t look at your chest often so when you do, you really do.

One of your hand slid up to one of your breast, cupping it lightly.

“so .. small.” you sighed, a bit of disappointment dripping from your tongue.

“what did you say baby? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook asked curiously peeking over your shoulder.

He noticed your hand on your breast and looked up at your flustered face.

“they are so small and .. you’ve never told me.” you said still not making eye contact with him.

He put his hand over yours gently.

“your chest is perfect the way it is.”

You shook your head not believing his words. 

“Tsk c’mon darling, let me show you how much I love your beautiful chest.” he said smiling softly before hovering over you.

He laid you gently on your back and spread your legs to make room for him to lay inbetween them.

He looked into your eyes, his full of love.

He bent down to kiss your lips passionately, his hands finding their places on your hips.

One of his hands slid under your shirt slowly, his fingertips caressing the soft skin of your stomach, until they reached your under boob, your bra the only barrier blocking him from its destination.

He looked at you for permission as you nodded shyly looking away immediately.

“look at me baby. Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful.” he kissed your cheek.

He unhooked the material throwing it away on the carpeted floor. His hand cupped your left breast gently, the other hand still laying on your hip, his lips connected with the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving little kisses and sucking little marks.

He backed away to look at them biting his lips.

“so pretty.” he muttered to himself.

He lifted your shirt up slowly still looking at you to make sure you were still fine. You smiled at him shyly, putting your hands on his, helping him undressing your upper half.

Jungkook stared at your naked chest making you feel unsure as he stayed silent.

You covered your breasts not knowing why he wasn’t doing anything.

“hey no no no.” he grabbed your hands pinning them gently on each sides of your head.

“don’t do that.” he smiled at you reassuringly.

“they’re so cute, you’re so cute.” you could felt your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“how can you say something like that so openly.” you closed your eyes shut tight making him chuckle.

“why so shy?” he caressed your cheek lovingly.

He bent down keeping eye contact with you as he kissed your breast.

“tell me if you want me to stop.” he whispered.

He finally looked at your chest, one of his hand massaging your bosom softly, his finger grazing at the sensitive bud making you let a breathy moan out.

He immediately looked up at you not expecting that reaction. You put your hand over your mouth. You were embarrassed? nervous? you just wanted to run away.

Before you could do anything else, Jungkook’s mouth were on your nipple, enveloping it between his lips. His tongue poking at it, the warm wet muscle stroking your sensitive erected bud.

Your bit on your bottom lip, trying hard not to make a noise.

“baby let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel right now.” he hummed sending a vibration through your whole chest.

Your body was so sensitive you could have cum right in the moment.

“Jungkook.” you whimpered out softly.

His fingers still kneaded at your breast as he mouth worked on your other one.

“It feels so s-so good.”

Your hands travelling to his back as he detached his lips from your nipple to suck little purple flowers all over the unmarked skin of your throat and down your collarbones.

“your breasts are so ..pretty.” he murmured against your neck, his breath fanning on the abused skin.

He disappeared down again, sucking on your other nipple, this time a little bit harshly as you arched your back, fingers pulling at his black locks. He smiled as you reacted so well.

You started moving your hips unconsciously against his, making his member twitched inside his pants at the sudden friction as you kept on rubbing against his hardening cock.

Jungkook groaned lowly, breathing heavily. You were getting too excited, he made you feel lightheaded, his touches were addictive like drug, he got you so high just by giving some “attention” to your upper body, how is that even possible? He had such a strong effect on you, you were so weak for him.

He started grinding his hips harder against yours, making you moan loudly this time. You couldn’t care anymore, it felt too good. You were lost in the pleasure already.

His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck, his breathing getting unsteady.

Quiet moans escaping from his throat as you whimpered.

“baby.. d-don’t stop.”

The rough friction against your lightly covered clit were stimulating you so well.

“ah yes Jungkook.”

Just hearing his name coming like that from your mouth made him grind on you harder, picking him up the pace.

“baby I’m so close.” he groaned as he put his forehead on yours.

“me too” you breathed out, eyes closing as you felt your climax getting closer.

You enveloped his lips into a heated kiss, feeling the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook moaned lowly as he cummed in his pants as you came in your panties at the same time.

Breathless, he laid on top of your body, arms encircling you, his face resting on your chest.

“to conclude.” he started after you guys calmed down.

“Your breasts are perfect the way they are.” he smiled victoriously making you hid your face behind your hands whining.

“really, I mean it baby. You’re so beautiful y/n. Your body is beautiful. Keep that in mind. I’ll always remind you that anyways.” he kissed you lovingly, before giving you his shirt to wear and cuddling you.

—A/N : short and simple. I told y’all I was free for an hour only so I couldn’t detail more and all *sigh*. Anyways, I’m gonna be ur Joon from now on. Trying my best to make you guys love yourselves! Thank you for reading.

pov: you’re falling in love with the main character