Forbidden Fruit (Hoseok X Reader)

Forbidden Fruit (Hoseok x Reader)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 17.2k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Drugging, Manipulation, Mentions of child abduction, Attempted kidnapping, Murder, Trafficking, Organized Crime, Depiction of a character being trafficked 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: A thought suddenly entered your mind as your eyes continued to trace over every feature of his alluring face. He was the perfect predator. He was tall, lithe, and strong with a beautiful face that was perfect for luring in unaware victims. You were sure that if he had beckoned for you to follow him down that dark alley, you would have followed him without question even if that weren’t in your nature. He was a predator, and you were his innocent prey.

A/N: Holy shit! This took forever to write and was almost as long as Persephone! This fic is pretty different from the other ones I have written and I honestly enjoyed it so much! I really hope you guys liked it and I am sorry I took so long, but I am happy to say I am so proud of this and I think you will like it a lot! 

For as long as you could remember, there has been something wrong with you. And, everyone knew it. 

Children can appear fearless, they are blunt and tend to speak their minds unrestrained. But you were never like them. When the other girls in class would scream in fright at the sight of a spider, you would giggle and watch it crawl in between your fingers with glee. When others would shake in trepidation when their night light died, you would stare out into the dark welcomingly, watching the shadows bend and sway into one. And where most children would scream in fright when a stranger grabbed on to them and yanked them away from the playground, you cocked your head curiously and asked where the two of you were going.

There was undoubtedly something terribly wrong with you.

That last incident had led to many outcomes. But the biggest one, was your diagnosis. You had a damaged amygdala, in short, your brain could not process fear. You could feel every emotion except fear. You were broken, and there was no way for you to fix it. 

That day on the playground you were lucky that your teacher had been there, swooping in like a hawk the minute you were pulled away from the group of children. You stood there confused as she held you behind her body, screaming at the man as she dialed the emergency line on her phone in her other hand. You had been so close to what could have been the end of your life, and you weren’t afraid for a single moment. 

As you grew up, so many people would tell you how lucky you were to never be afraid of anything. You could go skydiving, you could have a pet snake, you could get into a car accident and walk out as nonchalant as a person who had dropped their phone. But, was it okay to not be scared when you were stalked down the street in the dead of the night by someone wielding a knife? What would they do if you laughed in their face as they pinned you to the wall, the serrated edge of the blade digging into the slope of your throat? If you wouldn’t comply because you weren’t afraid, would they end your life? 

Being able to experience fear is human, it’s how you protect yourself. So how were you meant to do that when nothing could scare you? Were you meant to be hunted, to be killed before you could realize what was happening? If you could be scared, then that thought would do you in. 

In your small town you were as much of a phenomenon as you were a social pariah. As a child, your diagnosis became everyone’s business and soon enough was a reason to keep you isolated. What parent wanted their child befriending another who could get them in trouble as well? You were dangerous, you threatened their child’s safety. So, from day one, you were meant to be left alone. 

Your own family wasn’t quite so sure how to deal with your diagnosis, how to deal with you. What would be worse, to treat you like nothing was wrong or to remind you everyday that something was wrong? After the incident, your mother pulled you out of school, too frightened to even tempt fate with her daughter out in a world full of temptation and evil. If you had almost gone so willingly with the devil himself, then what more misfortune would you attract? 

For twenty years you had no friends, no job, no experience with the real world, and never left the house without a family member. You were lonely, depressed, riddled with anxiety, and an all around mess. You were kept prisoner for your lack of fear. You were treated much like a child or a pet, kept on a tight leash so that you wouldn’t wander and find trouble awaiting you. 

And those rare occasions when you could leave with your family were simply that, rare. Your social skills had become stunted, so to say. The foreign faces that passed you by appeared like blank slates to you. A warm smile or a gentle phrase from a stranger left you confused, how were you supposed to respond? Should you call out to your mom, hide behind your father? What were you supposed to say to them, were they a threat? Someone here to harm you and you would never know until it was far too late?

There were many possibilities, and your family did not want you to find out what they could be. 

And that was undeniably frustrating. You were an adult, all of your siblings had left home but you were still trapped there, unable to do anything you wanted. They claimed it was for your safety, but when they say that it makes you feel like that small child you had been so long ago. They were telling you you didn’t know any better and that pissed you off. You were not a child, you should not have to listen to what they say, and because of them you were stuck this way. Paranoid, friendless, and utterly lonely. How was that fair to you? How was that supposed to be keeping you safe?

So, what were you meant to do but disobey? You had been so good, never rebelled once and listened to everything they said. But why should you? They were the ones who stopped you from living your life and you were letting them? Shouldn’t you take charge of your life and do what you want for a change? Yes. You should.

And you did. 

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✎ 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗹

jeon jungkook | wc : 888 | part 1/14

yandere!au

jeon jungkook had never been the type to have crushes or even be into woman sexually. but that all changed when he saw you.

🤍 : sorry if its short 😅 there are a lot more chapters to come. i was extremely nervous about putting this out so if you could tell me what you think i would appreciate it :D

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

i love you.

you should know that.

i made it obvious.

but i haven’t made it obvious that it is me that loves you.

however you will know soon. im shy. i cant casually say all the dirty things i’ve been writing to you. that’s not polite.

your rather innocent- well, you act like you are. i know for a fact that your a virgin, yet you’re very aware of anything and everything having to do with sex. your jokes are dirty, foul and playful; sometimes dark but that generally depends on your kind of mood. i genuinely see you as a very funny girl. i always laugh when im around you, sometimes to the point where im hunched over and can’t breathe properly.

thats what i like best. you always know how to make me smile, even on days where i dont think it’s possible.

you find ways to comfort me. you listen to me and let me vent. you tell me your thoughts and even ask questions to get a better understanding. and frankly, it makes me feel special that you care that much to want to know more.

you give me insight. you dont give me advice because you know thats not what i want to hear, most people venting dont wanna hear it either. but the insight you give me has helped me to great extents. ive gotten to know myself better, my situations and other prevailing issues. the world became a little less scary since you’ve been in it, and im eternally greatful.

thanks to you, i found out that i am a demisexual. i thought i might be a flat out asexual who had no interest in romantic dating let alone sex. sometimes i even thought that there was something wrong with me, and for a long time i believed it. why wasnt i interested in dating? all my friends were invested in it, but why couldn’t i be? why did i have no sexual desire when it came to... well anything? all my friends raved about how great sex was, yet i saw something equivalent to kissing thin air.

but when i met you... and got to know you. i unknowingly became attached to you and developed a one sided intimate bond. once that happened, i started experiencing something i never have before: romantic and sexual desire. but only towards you.

please understand that i’ve never dated anyone in my life, i was never interested in that aspect of life. so all this is very new to me. never in my whole existence have i wanted someone more then i wanted you; and in more ways than one.

i think about doing all kinds of things to you. and you have no idea what im thinking about you as you work at your desk and i work at mine. i sit only a mere foot away. as i sneak glances at you we periodically make eye contact, but you look away so you think i didnt notice. oh but i notice, i notice everything you do.

you dont know how much i wanna hold you in my arms and sleep soundly next to you all night. i wanna do cheesy couple things and take you on picnic dates, or to the movies, hell, even make cookies together when we’re bored.

i want to ruin you. i wanna be your first for many, many things. just the thought of us exploring a new world together, experiencing things my friends have rambled on and on about, being each other’s first...god, it gave me chills. i have literally dreamt about it. of course im sure a dream versus the reality will be a hell of a lot different.

you have absolutely no clue what you do to me. but im praying that my little letters i send to you express enough of what im feeling. more specifically, how you make me feel.

call me a coward, i dont care.

just understand one thing: you are mine

and i think you got the message. i hear how giddy you get when you tell your friends the contents inside the letter everytime you receive a new one. you arent shy about it either. you tell them it all in fucking detail. if you weren’t so cute when you talk about my letters, i would’ve shut that shit down a long time ago. but i do have to give you some credit; you keep the more... dirtier rather than vulgar letters to yourself. im glad you kept that part to yourself. no one needs to know, its our little secret.

days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. im still working up the courage to ask you out. im quite bold in my letters though. so why can’t i be like that everytime i see you? it probably has to do with the fact that i’ve never experienced this kind of feeling, nor had to deal with the facets of dating.

despite how excited you get when you read my letters, i have no idea if you have feelings for me.

for all i know, you’re in love with the anonymous secret admirer who sends you letters all the time... and not me. not jungkook. maybe i made a mistake there... im not sure.

This was so good💌 so well written! I really enjoyed it💜💖

code blue | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst // smut !!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight dry humping, nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, jimin lowkey gets emotional, mirror sex, ball play, brief handjob, masturbation, cum shot, slight voyeurism if you squint, exhibitionism, fingering?? yeah i don’t remember, but probably.

⤑ chapter song: code blue // the dream

⤑ A/N: this is out much later than i had wanted :( // but this was fun to write like a lot of my written parts for this fic. i think im juss in love with these two, bc. i hope you guys really like it! don’t forget to let me know what you think x

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pairing. jeon jungkook | female reader | park jimin genre & au’s. smut, humor / camgirl!reader, camboy!pjm, rich boy!jjk word count. 10.213 warnings. please read ! multiple explicit sexual scenes, masturbation (f + m), porn, sexting, nudes, jk in a thong (bc yes), ice play, sex toys, face sitting, sub!jk, (soft) dom!reader, sub!jm, [18+] note. AHH it’s finally here!! thank you to everyone who liked the teasers, i hope you’ll enjoy this baby! this went thru a lot of editing, rewriting, and deleting, but i’m finally happy w it !! feedback is vv much appreciated <3!! note two. and yes, i did take the opportunity to write subby bts, bc i can, and we need more of it. thats it. sub jk rights! 

—shoutout to vira ( @periminkle​ ) for beta reading and making me laugh w her reactions <3 ily

[teaser #1] ♡ [teaser #2] ♡ [playlist]

synopsis. there are three rules you set for yourself when you signed up for cybersex.com. one, separate work from your personal life. two, do not get involved with any cyberboy, no matter how stupidly & unfairly gorgeous he is. and three, do not, under any circumstance, fall for a client. they’re very simple, and very easy to follow. so why are you about to get in bed with park jimin, cyberboy extraordinaire, in order to spite a loyal client of yours?

 [ :: LOADING… my strange addiction :: ]

The hot pink log-in screen of cybersex.com is a sight Jungkook is embarrassingly familiar with. Frankly, he’s afraid to admit how many times he’s logged on this past week. It takes him no longer than a minute for him to input his account information, quickly searching for the sole reason he’s still on this site at all.

Jungkook glances at the time. He might still be able to catch a bit of your show tonight. Even if it were only for a few moments, it’d be enough for him until he actually got to talk to you tomorrow. Hopefully. 

Jungkook knows better than to think he could ever get enough though.

● LIVE!: sittin here undressed…

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Deal

What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? Well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ also not very great descriptions of cancer treatment, im not a doctor. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, death, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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© Deal is copyright vinterjeon 2020. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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I read this during the editing process and god damn was it good! Ahh my heart ached so much for the reader and especially Yoongi but the ending got me the most😩 good work baby💖💕💌

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 || MYG

⟿𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Yoongi x f Reader feat, Jin (and Jungkook-kinda?)

⟿𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 18+ M, Heavy Angst, Smut, Futuristic!au , Oneshot

⟿𝒲o𝓇𝒹 𝒞o𝓊𝓃𝓉: 21.6k

⟿𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: An unforeseen turn of events leaves the life of the man you love in your hands. Approached with a scientific procedure that can save him, you accept the terms, not expecting the ramifications of your decision.

⟿𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, angst, mentions of major accident, HEAVY pining, rough kissing, biting, rutting, hot and heavy make out sessions, protected and unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, oral (male/female receiving), rough sex, tearing of clothes, mentions of fainting, heartbreak, mentions of physical trauma, brain trauma, mentions of memory loss, anxiety, mentions of surgery, complete paralysis, mentions of cancer, secondary character death, panic attacks, mentions of side effects, LOTS OF CRYING.sorry

˜”*°•This fic contains pretty heavy angst so please read the warnings accordingly and prepare your hearts. Header by @googikoo​ (thank you baby!) Also, I’m not a medical professional, so please don’t come at me for my mistakes lol. I tried my best to research accurately. Enjoy!•°*”˜

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