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ugh i’m so late but happy birthday tae❤️✨

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG! to our winter bear, thank you for making us smile and being our healing source of happiness when we need it most.

Spawn of the Devil;

— Pairing: jungkook x Reader

— Genre: bully au, mature. Fluff, angst.

— you were a bitch and he was your puppy.

You were such a bitch. Oh you were the bitchiest person to ever grace this planet. How could you be so insensitive? You were heartless.

You deserved to burn in the deep flames of hell. Did you even have a heart? Were you even a human at this point? You could be a witch. Oh! Yes, that must be it, because...

What did he even see in you? You were only a pretty face. But that was about it. Because you were a bully.

And he was a sweetheart. An innocent young man. While? You were the spawn of the devil.

“P-Please don’t pity me.” He uttered in a small voice. You raised your eyebrow as your “friend” giggled.

“Oh, aren’t you a little masochist, puppy?” You cooed, leaning in whispering the words in his ears. He shuddered, goosebumps on his neck. A sadistic laugh leaving your lips. Your eyes fell on his face.

Red as a tomato.

He seemed rather lost as you trailed your freshly manicured fingers on his rather hard chest. He looked up in surprise, his doe eyes widened as he closed his eyes and whimpered quietly. “God.. this is all? A simple touch is all that’s needed to bring out the sick bastard in you?”

Your tone was cold. “You better complete the project, jungkook. Or else.” You spat in sarcasm. He was pathetic.

He quickly nodded “y-yes I will, Y-Y-Y/N!!! I-I promise, p-please don’t get angry with m-me....” he pouted as you rolled your eyes and left with your friend.

He watched with heart eyes as you walked towards the other direction of the school hallway with your minion.

God. You had such a pretty legs. He blushed st his sudden lewd thoughts that surrounded his mind. And a worth dying for laugh too?

Your laugh made him weak in the knees. No, just a glance from you was all it took to make him fall on his knees.

The way you walked and the way that your hips swayed made his mouth water. He stood still on his spot as his hand found itself touching his chest, where you touched him.

He smiled. You touched him!!! Again! Was it the third time or fourth? He needed to know!!! He needed to write it down.

He needed to! But.. first, he needed to give you the already completed project. He turned to walk where you went.

Slowly and cautiously.

...he felt like a really bad boy for lying to you... but as much as he deserved to be punished.. he couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck.

And also... if he didn’t lie then how would he get to see your pretty face and feel your touch? And listen to you cuss him.

God.. that turned him on so much.

Your pretty mouth saying such dirty words... he gulped quickly. His throat was getting dry.

But he adored it the most when you called him puppy.

gah!!! That was so romantic!! It was such a lovely term of endearment. His heart fluttered abnormally when you called him that.

He was your puppy. “gah, I love her so much.” He gushed to himself as he walked slowly. “She’s so lovely.. I’m going crazy.” He breathed. Walking so carelessly, lost in his fantasies as he bumped into a person.

It was Park Jimin.

His right hand man. Jungkooks face did a complete 180 change, now, jaw clenched and his eyes... hard. “Watch where you’re going, fucker. This was the First and last time. I’ll fucking shoot you next time.” He growled in a dangerously low tone.

Jimins eyes widened with fear. “I-I am so sorry boss but... this was important..” he stuttered. Looking down at the floor.

Jungkook looked around to see that the whole campus was finally empty.

“Spit.”

“W-We found him. The guy you asked for...”

Jungkook smirked. “Great.”

Oh today was really a great day! Now he could finally be his real self. Not to you, of course.

Never you. He would always be your ever so loyal puppy.

Only to you.

But to the world. He was Jeon Jungkook.

The biggest fucking gang leader of South Korea.

You were just the spawn of the devil. But he was the fucking devil himself.

Little Mouse Xmas (M)

↬  pairing: frat boy!jk x f. reader

↬  genre: established relationship au, college au, smut

↬  wc: 5.8k

↬  warnings: cursing, dirty talk, mention of vmin and bondage, alcohol use/consumption, Jungkook in a Santa outfit, oc in a santa outfit (skirt), making out, marking (hickeys, bruises) oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

↬  a/n: just a little Christmas treat of their first Christmas together

↬  date: December 24, 2020

“Hip! Hip! Hoseok!  Are you even trying?!” Jimin’s exasperated voice greets you as you walk into the frat house after your last exam.

There, in the living room, is a makeshift dance floor. The couches had been pushed against the wall along with the coffee table and the ottoman. Jimin is pacing back and forth, using his phone to shut off the music as he rubs his palm over his face.

“No, not really,” Hoseok admits honestly with a shrug. He eyes his bong that sits on the coffee table, longingly.  

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SEX FOR HOMEWORK

synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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Debts of despair;

— your father owed him money that cost him his life and your heart.

— parinings. Yandere!Taehyung x Reader.

— genre: yandere au, debt au, mafia Taehyung, soft Taehyung, murder.

NOTE: this ones for you ash! Ily. And i hope you like this piece of shit. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU @angellgguk. I literally wrote this in like 30 minutes..(LATE) HBD. ❤️🥺

“P-Please don’t do this. I-I beg you!” Your father begged. Tears of guilt, anger and desperation fell from your sick fathers eyes. “Leave my daughter!” He screamed, sobbing. But his men just chuckled, holding you against your will.

“Fuck off assholes leave me!” You spat. Kicking everywhere. Glaring at the man who sat in front of you. “Dad don’t beg to these losers! They don’t deserve it.” You spoke, you felt so frustrated. That man who sat like he owned the place watched you with amused eyes.

A soft smile in his face. He was enjoying this.

“Who the fuck are you asshole” your tone was colder, stronger. Your glare could kill him.

It was killing him.

“Me?” He asked innocently. You rolled your eyes. “No I was asking your stupid men? Of course you fucker.” The brown haired man put a hand on his chest as he pretended to be hurt.

“Aw you’re so feisty, I like it. Kitten.” He smirked at your shocked face. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” He licked his lips. “Does that ring a bell, kitten?”

Shivers.

“y-you’re that creep from college?!” You exclaimed, breathless “aw you hurt me, babygirl.” He chuckled. You looked at him obsessively.

And his eyes were the same as before.

It was your stalkers eyes.

“What are you talking about Y/N?!” Your dad questioned weakly. Coughing violently between his sentences. “N-No this cant be.” Horror started to fill your senses.

“D-Dad he was the guy in glasses I told you a-about.” You spoke as you looked at your father.

He coughed again. But this time it was blood.

“Father!” You fried with widened eyes. “P-Please let me go!!! H-He’s not well! Please! He’ll die!”

“Listen kitten. He owes me money.” Taehyung stood from the couch as he walked towards you. “W-What the fuck?” The grip of his man tightened on you and you hissed in pain. “Yoongi!” Taehyung growled.

“Sorry sir.” Taehyung took out his gun.

“W-What are you doing!?” You stuttered. Watching the gun. “I’m not going to do anything...” he smiled as relief washed your faced.

“Yet.”

“What to you mean?”

Taehyung leaned closer to your ear as his minty breath hit your neck.

“Your father owes me 4 million dollars baby.” Goosebumps rose on your skin. “T-That’s a lot of money?!” You exclaimed.

“My baby is so intelligent.” He kissed your ear. “So... he’s already past the giving due date. And I’m a punctual man.” Taehyung spoke dangerously calm.

“Please give us more time mr Kim. Please I beg you.” You looked down. He was so tall. Easily towering over you.

“Call me Taehyung please.” He asked. “I’ve been to lenient with your father. Times up.” He spoke strictly.

“Either he gives me the money or you.” You looked up at him. Completely shook.

“Me?!!” Taehyung grabbed your face. “Yes you, my love.” You gazed in his eyes. They scared you.

They were filled with a dark emotion. A very strong one. He looked at you like he longed for you.

“No! N-Never!” Your father barely managed to speak when Taehyung loaded the trigger. Obviously pissed off.

“How dare you interrupt me!?” Taehyung growled as he pointed the gun at your father. Who could pass out any time. coughing blood.

“N-No please! I’ll come with you please don’t kill him! Promise me! Please. If I come with you, you won’t kill my father.” You cried softly.

Taehyung laughed. “You’ve got a smart daughter, lee.” Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “I promise, princess.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of his men’ grip, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you possessively.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in your hair, sniffing it and taking in the smell of your shampoo.

“Fuck. You smell like heaven.” He groaned. You closed your eyes. “Y/N my daughter, d-don’t do this!” Your father warned, crying softly.

“Jungkook. Finish the job.” Taehyung commanded his man when you were about to speak. “What?!” You questioned. Panic settling in your chest.

And three gunshots were heard.

“DAD!!!!!” You screamed.

And Taehyung smirked. He finally had you.

“Y-You promised you wouldn’t kill him.” You cried as you pinched his chest, screaming at him with tears running down your face.

“And I didn’t!? Jungkook did. Blame him.” He kissed away your tears. “After all I’m a man of my word. I didn’t kill him, like I promised.”