Mistress | K.nj

mistress | k.nj

rating: angst, smut 🍒 (college!au) slowburn

pairing: dilf!yandere!professor!namjoon x student!f!reader, 

word count: 14,763 grab the popcorn

summary: after years of misfortune, your acceptance at a prestigious university seemed to be a turning point in your life – until your psychology professor decided otherwise.

request: Hello author-nim , i hope you’re doing well . Can i request a yandere dilf namjoon where he is the president. He visit oc’s university and he becomes obsessed with her

warning: age gap (the reader is about 18-19, namjoon is older than her), classism (?), mentions of prostitution, slut shaming, namjoon’s wife is batshit crazy, murder that is not explicitly written, yandere themes, unhealthy obessesion, rough sex !!!, spanking/whipping, namjoon chokes the reader with his belt, oral (recieving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, namjoon has a thing for being called daddy/sir, infedility, namjoon is a little bit of tsundere in the beginning, poorly written ending ugh, i’m sorry this is unedited, i apologize for any mistakes

Upon your professor’s final dismissal, a sea of students began to file out of the large lecture hall after more than an hour of learning tedious information. Although the mood of the class had been rather dreary — numerous tired faces were proof of this — you were elated to begin your first day at university. Regardless of the misfortune that seemed to plague your family, this signified the beginning of a new chapter for you and possibly even hope for a brighter future. Before you could pack your various notebooks properly inside your bag, you noticed that nearly all of the students had exited the room in a rush to enjoy the rest of their day. 

The start of your first semester had begun smoother than you had imagined in your head. A few mishaps along the way seemed virtually impossible for you to avoid, yet you were happy that you had managed to remain joyous for most of the day. Within each course, you tried your best to be noticed by all of your professors, which proved to be a hard task but definitely not impossible for you. For most of your life, you were known as an exemplary student and there were very few disappointing grades on your report card throughout high school. Your teachers had hardly anything to complain about, the only words you were used to hearing at the parent and teachers conferences was the endless praise of those who taught you.

Indeed, your hard work had paid off; not that you were surprised, but it certainly wasn’t easy for you to become top of your class and simultaneously earn numerous scholarships and acceptances to prestigious colleges. For that, you were pleased with yourself, especially knowing that there were many chances for you to give up on your dreams. Your mother was also exceptionally proud, you can distinctly remember how emotional she was as she read off all of your acceptance letters. Her tears had coated every single paper that she held, and for the first time in a while, she had been overcome with happiness. 

A few students lingered around the exit, including one boy that you saw dozing off in the middle of your professor’s lecture. You couldn’t help but release a soft giggle as you noticed his head tilting downwards at times only for him to spring back up and try his best not to fall asleep, eventually, he failed and the soft dulcet of light snores echoed soon after. You wanted to wake him up, but perhaps you were too shy or enjoyed the sight of him resting, and in the end, you decided to leave him alone. As you carefully lifted your heavy bag and placed the strap over your shoulder, you saw him trying to talk to a few students who brushed him off and ignored his advances. When you finally made it to the exit, you noticed him staring at you wide-eyed and seemingly stressed. 

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— announcement (04/03)

hii <3

it’s been so long since you heard from me (in terms of updates and postings) maybe some of you lots are new to my blog and haven’t seen the pinned announcement but i’m going to tell this once again that i won’t be updating anything until the end of march! ><

i’m grateful for the love all you show for deception! and really, thank you. <33

i’ll start posting again maybe - the latest would be in early april! i’m having my finals this month, packed. you’re free to unfollow me really. sometimes i feel bad gaining new followers when i don’t even post anything for the past few months ㅠㅠ..

winter ❄️

Level of Restraint (M)

Pairings: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 13K  Rating: M  Genre: Thriller, smut, office AU, BDSM AU  Warnings(contains spoilers): This story contains very dark themes and may not be suited to all readers, protected sex (vag+anal), threesome, double penetration, bondage (including partial suspension), dom/sub roles (reader is a sub), praise kink, mild degration, sensory deprivation, spanking, fingering, cum feeding, mild breathplay, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, discussion of safe word, Namjoon is a professional dom/sex worker, referenced discrimination of sex workers and those who participate in BDSM, public outing of sexual practices, inappropriate workplace relationships, referenced death of minor character, yandere character, misidentified sexual partner, manipulation, bribery, blackmail, implied stalking, violence.

Summary: As a co-founder of a consulting firm you can’t afford to be caught in a scandal. So flirting with your secretary, Jimin, would be out of the question. Giving your client’s son, Taehyung, a reference for a sexual partner would be reprehensible. And having regular paid BDSM sessions with your dominant, Namjoon? That would be a career ending disgrace. It’s too bad the only restraints in life you approve of are the cuffs that bind you to the bed, because there are those hiding in the dark waiting to take advantage. 

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who supported me while writing this story. It was hard not to question the level of darkness this tale descends to. In the end your assurances and aid are the only reason this fic made it to fruition. Upon reading you might notice several thematic references to the ‘Fall of the House of Usher,’ by Edgar Allan Poe  and the Greek myth of Tantalus. They are two of my favourite tales, and together they greatly represent the darkened desires depicted in this oneshot.

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8:55 am KNJ: Good girl.

Your heart races upon receiving the response you’ve been waiting for all morning. The sender had requested proof that you were wearing his last minute gift, and you were happy to oblige with the lewd photo. Finally seeing his simple praise for your efforts makes you grin from ear to ear, as you enter the front door to your workplace’s building. The message will be enough to get you through the day, high on the thought of his praise while his present is wrapped tightly around your ribs. Though the garment may be confining, you’ll endure anything to receive those two simple words.

Reluctantly glancing up from your phone you look ahead to see the elevator closing.

“Hold the door!” You call out, making a run for it. Mercifully the gap between the doors widens allowing you to climb in before it begins the long haul up. Glancing over to your savoir, you find your secretary standing at the panel. “Thanks Jimin.”

“No problem,” he responds with a warm smile. “What floor do you need?” Joking as he pushes the button labelled 14. 

You playfully shove his arm while trying to catch your breath. Had he left you down on the first floor there’s no telling how long it would be before the elevator returned. The building in which you work has been down to one lift for a couple days, with no promise of when the other will be fixed. It’s not a surprise really, ever since you moved into this complex three years ago you’ve been plagued with breakdowns and shotty utilities. Considering how opulent  the tower is, with it’s gilded elevators and halls adorned in finery you expected better, but people often overlook flaws when they have something pleasant to stare at. Allowing the management to slack on some of the failings of the structure. 

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winterr how are you!?

heyy 💌 !! i’m finee but the last two days were pain!! but it’s all good for now. thank u for asking <3

Beastly Gods (M)

Pairings:  Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader x ??? Word Count: 8K Rating: M Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama Warnings:  Smut scene (Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Fingering, Cum Play), Blood, Captivity, Themes of Obsession and Ownership.

Summary: ‘Don’t leave the forest,’ a rule that you’ve been forced to follow since birth, but you are tired of living in this wooden cage. Out of desperation you cut a deal with Taehyung, who claims to be the only one who can get you out safely, even though he might be just as dangerous as the god you’re trying to escape.

AN: Not your typical Hybrid AU. At first I was going to release secondary love interest information, but then I thought, fuck it, you’ll guys will just have to wait until the end to see who watches over the forest *Cackles*. Story is dedicated to @lovelesscherry​ who reblogged a cabin room photo that started this whole mess of an idea. 

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A large oak stands in front of you as your best method to reach the sky, the only tool you have for your small calculated rebellion.

You’ve been taught since birth, ‘Don’t leave the forest. As long as you remain within the woods you are safe, but  anything which goes out beyond the line of trees is his to take. ’ The lessons refer to the so called protector of your forest, a self proclaimed god, and the one you live to hate. Some have made attempts to leave over the years, to go past the tree line but none of them have returned. The people of your village believe them to be dead but you hold out hope that maybe they found something better.

You grab the first branch and haul yourself up. The first step is always the most difficult, with such a large distance between it and the forest floor. Going from there is only too easy, stepping from limb to limb as you make your rise to the top.    

Three generations of your people have resided in this place. Some call it home but to you it is nothing more than a cage. The branches creating the bars which entrap you in this life. You wish to see the open sky unobscured by the reach of the trees, so everyday you make the climb to the highest tree top you can.

Those that had made previous attempts to escape left the forest perimeter on the ground, but you take your brief moment of freedom from up high. You delight in having found a weakness in his pen, one god surely would have difficulty watching all sides of the forest, why would he even bother to check the treetops? Up here you are safe, you are free. It may seem like a pointless rebellion but to you it’s everything, reaching beyond the branches has become your way of showing that you are not complacent.

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all that glitters ⤑ kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: ❝suddenly, light engulfs the stage, lambent shafts of gilded light beaming from the spotlight and directly onto the shadowy figure. and in the very same instant, taehyung finds his breath stolen from him. you. ❞ jazz club au. sugar daddy au. porn with plot au.

❥ pairing: club owner!taehyung x stage singer!reader

❥ genre: angst ∴ fluff ∴ smut

❥ word count: 17k

⤑ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: jealousy, possessive!taehyung, dom!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, sub!reader, teasing, biting, marking/bruising, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, panty stuffing, wet and messy, praise, nipple/breast play, slight masochism, pain kink, degradation, begging, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, the slightest bit of guided masturbation, taehyung has an ungodly obsession with making yn wet, multiple orgasms, grinding, panty masturbation—like he uses her panties to wank, unprotected sex, cum play, spanking, spitting, cock slapping—like taehyung slaps yn’s coochie with his cock a lot, rough sex, crying, piano sex, standing doggy, scratching, multiple creampies

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: the angst in this was completely unprecedented… and completely unplanned. as was the plot 🗿

⏤ dedicated to my fav taewhores and taehyung’s favourite wives @amourtae​, @inkedtae​ and @kimtaehyunq​ // also thank you to the wonderful bee and hadi for beta reading as well as @yeoldontknow​, @jimilter​ and @ressjeon​

A little before the clock strikes 10 pm, Taehyung enters Velour—one of the many clubs under his ownership in the heart of Las Vegas.

The entire establishment is full—every single table occupied by the patrons of the club—and as his eyes sweep over the room, he notes the obvious skew in the clientele: the throng of congregating men evidently outnumbering the sporadically interspersed female clients. Smooth jazz thrums in the background, the deep warbles intermingling with those of the lively chatter from the guests as they wine and dine, and the staff that bustle around as they get ready for the start of the show; the sounds coalescing into an electrically charged milieu of vibrancy and effervescence. Whilst taking in the astir atmosphere, Taehyung is swiftly approached by a man.

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