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death valley (m) | part 5
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)
warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs
a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | series navi | masterlist
F L A S H B A C K—
The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.
The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.
“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.
“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked.
“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”
And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs.
You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely.
“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.
“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms.
He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted.
He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need…I need you…please”
You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”
When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him.
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death valley (m) | part 11 (dark version)
summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, slight taehyung x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au
wordcount: 9.1k
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, sublime yandere themes, edging, penetrative sex, face riding, oral sex, degradation, manipulation, dumbification (kinda), gaslighting, edging oh god edging, dirty talk. lots of it, confessions of love, verydom!yoongi, breast play, no like, yoongi suffocates himself in your tits, choking, spanking, hair pulling, praise, sir kink, petnames (princess, love), groping, inappropriate touching, discussions of past somno referred to as rape, sub!namjoon, nudity, violence, drug & alcohol usage, mentions of addiction, description of a mental facility (brief), crying, fear, im weak for this yoongi and it shows, the smut is towards the end but its worth it !!
a/n: starts trembling nervously.
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |
There’s a certain type of silence that is incredibly loud. The type when your head is under water, lungs clenching to the point you can hear the intense pounding in your heart. The blood pumping through your veins. The voices in your head would scream, but everything would remain still. Silent.
It was this silence that was so prominent as you looked out beneath you. The fleeting landscapes of a world you no longer knew. Ignoring the growling whir of the helicopter blades, you let your eyes fall shut, ears covered as you tried to steady yourself. Trying to revel in the temporary peace, before heading back to the place it all began. Death Valley.
The relief you felt seeing the dive bar so utterly destroyed was ironic. It was a similar feeling to earlier that morning when you had recognized the shadow of a dead man in your motel room. Taehyung.
Alive and well, he had grinned upon seeing you. Thumb brushing up your jaw as if to ensure you were real. Pressing his forehead against yours to savor the anxious beat of your heart.
A careful glance back at Namjoon’s sleeping figure caused his grip on your face to tighten, “Don’t worry. I took care of him, he won’t be bothering us for” He glanced at his watch—that fucking watch. “A good two or three hours”
The brief moment of ease was gone as soon as it came, as you noticed the deceitful glint in his eyes. He broke out into a fit of giggles, a crashing reminder of just how twisted he really was.
“There’s a helicopter outside waiting. It's about damn time you knew the truth. All the answers you’ve been looking for”—Was the promise he had made, causing you to follow him to place you never wanted to see again.
He lifted you out of the helicopter, hands lingering at your hips a moment too long before he led you inside. Pushing past the burnt ashes he led you behind the bar, into the kitchen storage room. This room was heavily guarded—a door of steel. Taehyung dialed in the key code, allowing it to click open.
Inside was an array of security monitors. It was nothing extravagant—expected as a security protocol in a bar. Until your eyes narrowed on the locations of the streams. Your apartment. Your office. The label. Taehyung’s fingers slid over the keypad, pulling up a file dated many years ago. The date—the first time you met Yoongi. The day Jimin gave you his jacket.
“Can you tell me what happened on this night, Y/n?”
Taehyung leaned close to your face, peering at you. You searched his face, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “You hooked up with Yoongi, correct? After Jimin's concert”
Your mouth felt dry as you tried to think back while Taehyung continued “I’m just wondering...If that’s what really happened or if that’s what you were told happened” Taehyung clicked on the file, a high pitched cluster of giggles falling from his sly, crooked lips.
F L A S H B A C K—
Footsteps echoed flatly against the dim concrete. A subtle blue aura to the iron clad warehouse gym. Leaning against the elastic rims of a tattered boxing ring, a man finished wrapping his wrists up, ready to spar.
“What do you want?” The man looked around, spotting the intruder whose deep voice bellowed through the space.
Finishing wrapping his wrists, Yoongi grinned. “Took you long enough. Is she safe?”
Namjoon folded his hands over his chest, huffing slightly as he nodded. “Is what Jin said true Yoongi? Because if it is…I want nothing to do with you.”
“Do I need to remind you what’s at stake for you Namjoon?” Yoongi laughed bitterly, spitting down onto the floor, “If I go, not only do you not become a star, but Park Jimin gets to live happily ever after. You don’t want that do you?”
Clenching his jaw, Namjoon hopped into the ring, pacing around as Yoongi continued to taunt him.
“That’s why you set all this in motion. That’s why you put my Y/n in danger. Because you wanted me to kill Jimin, didn’t you? You knew I would destroy him. But you needed me to do it sooner than later. And when things weren’t going your way. When Jimin interfered in your fight. You lost control. You gave Hobi that order didn’t you Namjoon?”
Namjoon looked down, gulping in shame. Yoongi’s eyes followed him in amusement. “I have to admit it’s clever. Cute almost.”
Namjoon snapped, lunging for the shorter man. He swung his fist into Yoongi’s jaw, causing him to stumble aside. “And what about you huh? Why did you drag this out so long? You could have had her”
Yoongi hissed, touching his now bruised jaw before shooting Namjoon a nasty glare. “If I killed him she would always love him you idiot. You wouldn’t understand the things someone is willing to do for true love”
“You’re insane”
“I was Namjoon” Yoongi admitted “I fully admit that I was. But right here and now, the only thing I care about is Y/n. I don’t give a fuck about the gang. I don’t give a fuck about Jimin. Or you. Or the label. I need her. She means everything to me. I don’t expect you to understand”
Namjoon suppressed a smile. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow shuffling about in the dark. Yoongi had fallen right into his trap.
P R E S E N T D A Y—
Dust kicked up from your shoes as Taehyung led you back to the bar, coughing slightly as he rummaged through the cabinets, before pulling out a bottle of Scotch. Popping off the lid, he took a quick swig, grimacing at the taste before tilting the bottle towards you.
After showing you the footage, Taehyung broke you apart piece by piece. You wondered if it was some sort of torture tactic, the way he pounded you with information, pouring ideas into your mind like a flooded well. Forcing you to acknowledge Yoongi for what he really was. Dangerous.
“I thought you didn’t drink” You commented, arms folded over your chest.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging the bottle towards you again “I know you’re sad Y/n. This will help.”
You stuck your tongue out at him before grabbing the bottle brashly and chugging a few large gulps. Exhaling, you set the bottle down, sliding into one of the barstools.
Taehyung walked over to your side, taking your hands in his own before pulling you into his chest. The heat radiating from his body engulfed you. His proximity making you stir, guiltily enjoying how your chest was pressed up against his. How his hands slipped under your shirt. How his breath misted over your neck before he pressed his lips behind your ear.
Sighing deeply, he began to run his fingers through your hair. “Jimin made a deal with Jin to help him bring down Death Valley in exchange for immunity. Jimin has been exploiting Jin for years.”
“Jin was working for Jimin? No way. Jin hurt Jimin. He caused the accident”
“Did he though?” Taehyung’s tone mocked you. “Think baby” His hands swept up and down your sides, caressing your skin before his thumbs slid under your pajamas, rolling over the edge of your panties.
You shut your eyes. Mind delirious as it raced through flashing scenes of the past. You initial confidence wavering, practically dust. You felt Taehyung smile, hand now creeping up your shirt, running his fingers over your chest.
“You know Jin didn’t cause the accident. He couldn’t have. And I think you know exactly who did” Taehyung leaned back, bringing his lips barely over yours. Eyes staring deep into your soul. He began to scent over your neck and shoulders. Nose trailing across your skin, leaving a path of sparks in its wake.
"Taehyung" You whined, suppressing the moan you so badly wanted to scream out. You could feel your pussy tightening as his voice vibrated through you.
"Fuck baby" He groaned, pulling you onto the counter suddenly. The bottle of liquor knocking over, shattering to pieces. Taehyung slotted himself between your thighs, catching your lips in an eager kiss.
Without a second thought, you began popping off the buttons of his shirt, deepening the kiss with the delicate swirl of your tongues. Taehyung's fingers curled into your hair, pulling you in. It was a heated exchange, born out of a strong desire to escape. You sank into the feeling of him. For a moment. Just a moment before you shook your head, pulling away. "No. I-I can't do this." Taehyung gulped, but nodded in understanding.
"Yeah. Of course. My bad"
You had finally settled on one man to have your heart. The man of your dreams. Sexy, mysterious, talented Min Yoongi. Sure he was dangerous. Sure he was possessive. But you loved him.
Or that’s what you thought, before Taehyung ripped your fantasy apart shred by shred. You were absolutely certain that he wanted something from you. He was trying to get into your head, but the question was why. What did he want now?
“There's a disc” He began slowly, fixing up his attire “I don’t know where it is. But if you can get close enough to Yoongi to find it...” You held your hand up, halting his words immediately.
“You expect me to go back to him?” You scoffed incredulously. “You want me to just act like I didn’t see what you just showed me and be all loving and pretty for Yoongi? Seriously? You’re a selfish motherfucker, that’s what you are. I’m not doing anything for you, and I want you to take me back to Namjoon right now.”
The mere idea of seeing Yoongi now made you want to throw up. Someone so sinister, so manipulative. You didn’t know if you were afraid of him, or afraid that you would toss it all aside and be okay with it. Love him despite his imperfections.
“The disc contains all the information about Death Valley. Account numbers, contacts, delivery points, shipping routes. All of it. We have this, we take Death Valley. Destroy Yoongi. In exchange, I’ll give you safety. You and Jimin both. You can walk away from the gang life untouched. I’ll even” Taehyung reached under the bar to pull out a stuffed bag. Setting it onto the cracked counter, he harshly unzipped it, revealing stacks of cash, neatly arrayed—filling the bag up to the brim. “Let you take a few of these”
The scent of the crisp bills was intoxicating. Seeing so much money up close had you dizzy, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were at a loss for words. Utterly speechless.
F L A S H B A C K—
Jimin was left in a state of shock—watching as you jumped from the window, running off with Namjoon. His heart pounded through his body, a faint ringing in his ears as he tried to steady his balance.
“Finally” Jimin turned to see Yoongi, gun aimed in his direction, a violent grin on his face. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
“Yoongi” Jimin raised his hands in defense “Why are you doing this? You and I are friends. I know who you are now, but I’m not mad okay I just…I’m trying to understand here”
Yoongi scoffed, tossing the gun aside in a fit of rage before running up to Jimin and grabbing him by the collar, shoving him hard against the partially cracked window behind him. Jimin winced, feeling the sharp jolts of pain cutting through his back.
“Understand? Understand this then. I win. She’s mine. You’re biggest fan in the whole world Jimin. Think about that. Let that sink in” Yoongi slammed Jimin’s body again, digging his nails into his chest. “You spoilt. Ungrateful. Piece of shit. You’re nothing. I destroyed you. And you deserved every bit of it”
Jimin gulped, hands attempting to push Yoongi away. “If you have an issue with me, take it up with me. Don’t bring her into this.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed with anger, causing him to push Jimin down onto the floor with all of his strength.
“I love her” Yoongi hissed, grabbing his gun again as his whole body began to tremble. “I have loved her since the moment I saw her. She loves me too. Not you. She hates you. I hate you”
“No” Jimin stated calmly, backing away slowly “You don’t hate me Yoongi. And you don’t love Y/n”
Bullets rang as Jimin quickly rolled aside, hiding behind a fake palm as Yoongi began to shoot sporadically towards him. The gun ran out of bullets, causing him to scream in frustration.
“Don’t fucking tell me shit you don’t know. Of course I love her Jimin. You don’t know what all I’ve done for her.” He dropped to his knees “Everything. All of this. The money. The fame. Ruining you. Was all for her. She had to see who you really were”
Yoongi chuckled, rolling onto his back so Jimin could see the array of tattoos on his skin. Eyes narrowing on the one that had your name, beautifully carved out. Angelic, for the angel that was you. His flame. His queen. His everything. “She knows everything about me. And she’s okay with it. She really loves me Jimin. Not you! NOT YOU”
“When did you get that huh?” He stated blandly, voice void of any emotion. “Before…or after you raped her?”
Yoongi’s eyes were quivering. This time Jimin regained his strength, standing carefully so he could grab Yoongi by the throat.
“What?” Jimin chuckled softly, but his expression was far from amused. “Thought I wouldn’t remember? Thought all the heroin you gave me that night would make it a blur?” Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut. Recalling bitterly how Jimin had barged into the room, many years ago. Unsure of what he had seen, but furious. It had been the turning point of their relationship.
Yoongi hated having regrets. But if there was one thing he could undo. It would have been slipping those pills into your drink that night. He was naive then. You would have come to him naturally but he was too insecure to believe that. He changed. For you. You would forgive him right? He was the man of your dreams.
“I always thought…no.. I knew you were talented. I always felt like an imposter. I hated my fame. God knows I hated it. I wanted you to be happy Yoongi…you were family to me. I ignored what you did for so long, and I’ve hated myself for it deep down.”
Yoongi was well aware of all this. It was exactly how he had pushed Jimin down the dark road of drugs. Using his internal guilt, his naivety, and his blind faith in him to puppet the rockstar into his own demise. He created the monster before him. Composed him through pills. Money. Sex. Torture. Murder.
“And you’re telling me that, even knowing what you did. You chased after her? What right do you have to be in her life Yoongi.” Jimin tightened his grip, causing Yoongi to choke out “That’s not love Yoongi. You’re sick. You don’t love her. You don’t hate me. You wanna know what I think though?” Jimin let Yoongi go as his eyes began to roll back, body convulsing for air. “You hate yourself.”
Jimin glanced down the hall to see Hobi approaching. He grinned as Yoongi seemed to relax, seeing one of his own men here to save him.
“Hobi” Yoongi hissed, still coughing “Kill him” Hobi remained still, causing Yoongi to slowly fume with irritation “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I SAID KILL HIM NOW”
Jimin sighed, standing up and brushing off his jeans. With a quick nod to Hobi, the two men headed down the hall, leaving Yoongi, prisoner to his own vices.
Once in the car, Jimin let out a large sigh of relief “Did you see the look on his fucking face?” Jimin chuckled, “He was shocked”
Hobi smirked, glancing in the rearview mirror. His gaze locked on a pair of eyes— filled with cynical amusement as the man’s hand came from behind and covered Jimin’s face with a cloth of chloroform. Jimin squirmed, screaming out before instantly falling limp to the side.
“How was the look on his face hm?” An amused voice came from the back seat.
“Priceless” Hobi gave him an approving nod before starting the engine.
P R E S E N T D A Y—
Shimmering rays of the late morning sun filtered through, causing Namjoon to stir slightly. Reaching out, his brows furrowed at the lack of warmth. The warmth that was supposed to be you. His anxiety kicked in, causing him to jolt awake, scanning the room for you.
His shoulders relaxed when he saw you— wrapped up in your robe, looking like an utter goddess as you paced across the balcony, enjoying the slight breeze. A glass of water in your hands.
His heart fluttered. Stretching his neck, he slid out of bed, leaning against the door, admiring you until you finally noticed him. You were hardly far from him but he already missed you.
You were all he could think about when he fell asleep last night, the prospect of the two of you running away, fucking senselessly until the dawn ingrained deep in his soul. He wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to lean back into his embrace as he kissed all over your shoulder.
“How are you so fucking beautiful?” He mumbled, whining slightly “It’s not fair” You let him peck you on the cheek as the two of you looked out onto the horizon. The day beginning to glow over the expanse of forest that surrounded the motel.
He continued to nuzzle and cover you in light kisses, unable to pry himself away. You were soft in his arms, melting into him as he showered you with love. He loved that silence with you felt so comfortable.
“I got an idea for a song after last night” He nudged you, inhaling your scent as his kisses moved behind your ear, causing you to squirm against the ticklish sensation. “About you”
“Is that right?” You entertained him, glad he couldn’t see the lack of interest in your face. You were too shocked. Too conflicted. Mind bursting with emotions—one second you were angry, spiteful, then next you were sad, hurt, throbbing in pain.
“About us. Running away together. Escaping the pain to find happiness”
“Wow that’s really great Joon”
“Everything okay?” Namjoon turned you, scanning you with worry. You flashed him a fake smile, nodding. “Don’t lie to me” He sighed, hugging you in close.
Tears filled your eyes. In a moment of bitter resentment you grabbed Namjoon’s face and pressed your lips against his. The boy stumbled back before grabbing you, holding you gently as he kissed you back—evidently uncertain.
He looked delectable, his morning hair wiped and tangled, bare chest gleaming in the sunlight over his tight boxers that did little to hide his eagerness. You pursed your lips into a grin before untying your robe, allowing to slide to the very edge of your shoulders. Namjoon’s eyes widened, you were in nothing but underwear. A nice pair—the one you had put on for Yoongi no doubt.
Namjoon’s face was absolutely flushed. His hands trembling, heart pounding through his head “W-what was that for?” He stuttered. You cooed at how weak he was for you. It gave you a rush, knowing that amongst all this crazy, you had a strong, handsome man who was wrapped around your finger.
Keeping your eyes on him, you curled your fingers around the underside of your breasts, pushing them up, chuckling at the way Namjoon whined. He stepped towards you slowly, hands coming up to hover over your chest— careful not to touch you as he sought out permission.
“Do you want me?” He asked quietly, voice breathless, eyes quivering. “C-can I?” You stared at him, a devilish grin on your face as you taunted him. Not responding but instead watching the way his hands began to tremble. “Y/n” He whimpered, resting his hands just beneath your breasts as he pleaded for your consent. His thumbs traced the underside of your bra, urging you subtly. “Please”
“Such a good boy aren’t you.” You stroked his face, cooing affectionately as he pouted, “Good boys keep their hands” You slapped his wrists away “Off”
Namjoon groaned as you dropped to your knees. “W-wait. Why Y/n?” You shushed him, tugging down his boxers towards his knees, allowing for his long cock to spring up, hitting you softly against your face. “Y/n!” He cried, finally gaining your attention.
“This is what you want isn’t it?” You hissed, spitting onto his cock before rubbing the wet glob over his rough, veiny length. You could feel him pulse in your grasp, tugging languidly as he watched you with teary eyes.
“Stop” He cried “Please. You’re not telling me something. What about Yoongi?” Your eyes flashed. Suddenly your strokes picked up pace, causing Namjoon to wince as you pulled and pushed at his cock, generating heat under your slick palms. Your focus was gone— no longer on the whimpering boy in front of you but on the man who was ingrained into your skin. Yoongi.
Without warning you shoved Namjoon’s cock into your mouth, continuing to stroke him while bobbing your head back and forth against his pistoling length. Namjoon reached to grab your hair back but you slapped his ass hard when he did.
“Hands. Off.” You growled, continuing to wrap your tongue, tracing every inch of his eager cock. Hollowing your cheeks in order to feel him slide down even deeper. You were messy— gagging and gurgling as you slobbered all over his cock. Harshly lapping your tongue around as you sucked him off, allowing the tip of your tongue to tease his slit. Your palms fondled his balls slightly, eliciting a deep moan from him before you released his cock with a resounding pop, instead latching onto his balls and licking them all over.
“Oh my god” Namjoon was about to lose balance, reaching out to steady himself on your shoulder before recalling your warning. Stumbling back, your tongue returned to his length, slowly licking long stripes over the burning skin. You planted your lips onto him, tracing the sides of his cock with wet kisses. Allowing your moist lips to coat him in warm, wet, desire. “Mmm gonna cum”
You scoffed, his cocked flat on your tongue as you looked up at him. “Already? Are you really that pathetic Joon?” He shook his head rapidly, face reddening as he held his breath, trying his best not to burst all over your face. “Don’t you dare cum”
“Nnngh—” Namjoon wrapped his hand over his mouth, trying to hold his urges back. The thought alone was pushing him along— spraying his hot cum all over your pretty face. The though of you licking it off your lips before spitting it out. You stood up, brushing your knees slightly.
You hooked your fingers into the edge of your thong, dragging it down your legs before twirling them on the edge of your pinky, flaunting in front of Namjoon’s face. The boy shamelessly stuck his tongue out, hoping you would stuff his face but instead you pulled your hand back.
“You want these?” Namjoon nodded eagerly. “Then fetch” With a flick of your wrist, you tossed the panties back into the bedroom, following behind them. Namjoon began to move but you stopped him. “No—crawl. Bring them to me”
“Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” You snapped right back, making yourself comfortable on the bed as Namjoon contemplated his existence.
Slowly he lowered onto all fours, his hand cock dangling beneath him as he crawled into the room, picking the panties up with his mouth, using his tongue to slurp them in before looking at you for approval.
When you gave him a nod, he began to crawl towards the bed, climbing up onto it until he was towering over your body. He relaxed his jaw, allowing the garment to fall—now covered in his saliva—onto your face. He looked at you with dark, lustful eyes.
“Happy?” Namjoon grumbled, embarrassed at his actions. You sent him air kisses, teasing him slightly.
“Very. You were such a good boy. Now tell me what you want” Namjoon mumbled something under his breath. You tilted your ears toward him, unable to understand. “What was that baby?”
He looked away, blushing furiously “I want you to sit on my f-face.” Embarrassment overtook him as he said the words, causing him to hide his face in your stomach. You cooed at him, stroking his hair slightly.
“Okay” Namjoon’s head perked up—turning to you, bewildered. “Go lie down”
“Wait really?” The excitement in his voice was adorable to you. You nodded as he eagerly flipped over, laying flat on his back.
“Ready?”
“Please” Namjoon couldn’t help himself, he pulled your hips down, suffocating himself with your creamy cunt. You stifled a laugh, feeling a brush of air as he inhaled you sharply. His tongue carefully licked a clean stripe up your folds. His soft hums vibrating against your thighs as he went again, and again. Like a puppy, licking you up like ice cream.
"You t-taste so good" Grabbing your ass, he pulled your face down more, allowing him to shove his tongue into your sopping heat, relishing your wetness as he explored you. Flicking harshly as he shoveled through your folds, drinking you up like nectar.
His whines drove you crazy, but not more than the squelching sounds of his tongue crashing against your tender flesh, poking around as his lips sucked you thoroughly. His speed was persistent, you could feel the hot heaviness of his muscle penetrating you with every move he made.
Breathing heavily, he moved so his lips could pucker over your sensitive clit, sucking harshly as you bucked your hips. "Fuck Joon..." You gasped, feeling him smile against you as his tongue lathered all over you, softly flicking at your clit.
"Cum" He pleaded "Please, God please cum on my face. That'd be so hot" You scoffed, but not for long as he gave you a hard suck, teeth lightly pressing into you. You gripped the sheets hard, trying not to fall as he continued to eat you out.
Your head was pounding, you felt heat build between your thighs, causing them to shake violently. You hissed, whimpers wanting to leave your lips but you held them back, eyes falling shut so you could bask in the feeling. You were so close. So close. "Namjoon...keep going, don't you fucking stop" Like the good boy he was, he licked faster, allowing his tongue to thrash against your clit, giving you the stimulation you needed to push over the edge.
You screamed, muffling your voice with the mattress as Namjoon's tongue quickly slid back into your pussy, wanting to feel the way you began to throb, walls squeezing down tight as you dripped out onto him. He groaned, sipping up every last drop of you before you sighed heavily, crawling off of him.
He stood up, hand around his extremely flushed cock. Pout heavy, so desperate to cum. You almost wanted to blow at him just to see him spurt without a single touch.
Instead you decided to be wicked. Hopping onto your knees, you kissed him, licking your arousal from his lips. His face was completely fucked out, ruined with your glossy mess all over.
"You want me to finish you off baby?" He nodded impatiently. You tugged his lip, bringing him in close, before you let him go. "Well isn't that too fucking bad"
"W-what?" Namjoon's voice was dry, saturated with desperation "You're kidding." He raised his eyebrows, but seeing your sinister grin, his eyes began to tear up. "P-please. I'm so hard for you, please. What the fuck Y/n pleaseee"
You shrugged. "Not my problem" You giggled, giving his cock one final tug before leaving the bed. Pushing past him and missing the way he spilled over onto his palm the second you left.
Namjoon was simply stunned. Never in his dreams would he have thought that you would actually ever want him. Not when you had Yoongi. Jimin. Even Jungkook. A sliver of opportunity presented himself, and Namjoon found himself lost in a cloud of wishful thinking.
-
No part of you wanted to see him. The prospect of running far away with Namjoon was immensely tempting. But not as tempting as bringing hell to the same people who brought you hell. Namjoon dropped you back at your apartment complex. He hardly said a word, still shook up from earlier as you left the car, waving him goodbye.
Back in front of Yoongi’s door, you chuckled bitterly recalling all the times you had come to him. Such a desperate, eager brat. Wanting an ounce of his attention. If only you knew. Your fists clenched, teeth gritting and just as you were about to pound on the door—you froze.
You heard crying.
All your thoughts pushed aside, your body screamed at you to go comfort him. You rapped at the door quickly, calling out to him “Yoongi. It’s me. What’s wrong?” His sobs seemed to get louder, growing alongside your impatience. “Yoongi! Talk to me—hey. I’m here. Baby I’m right here” Your heart clenched with worry. Was he hurt? Did he get shot?
Relief swept over you as you heard the door unlock, slowly opening to reveal Yoongi— bruised up, battered, with tears running down his face.
You had anticipated this moment. Seeing him after everything you now knew about him. But once it finally arrived, all you could find yourself doing was throwing yourself into his arms. He sniffled slightly, hugging you tenderly as he kicked the door shut. Holding you tight as you simply exchanged a moment of silent affection. His scent filling you with comfort. Much to your dismay.
Yoongi pulled away to look at you, his eyes fluttered to your lips before catching them in a deep, soulful kiss. He poured into you, kissing you like you were the last drop of water and he was dying of thirst.
You lost yourself in the sweet, blissful feeling of him. His arms slid down, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing your fused fists up to his lips.
“I‘m sorry” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting those words from the man holding you. “I’m so fucking sorry”
He scoffed, “This is so pathetic” His breath hitched. The more he tried to convince himself to stop, the harder he began to sob. His whole body trembling around you as you attempted to calm him down, hands stroking his cheek, holding him close.
“Y-you don’t like this. Someone so emotional”
Laughing slightly you kissed his cheek “It’s okay. I’m not judging you. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong”
“I don’t wanna hide from you” Yoongi confessed, voice saturated with cries “I’ve done terrible things” He choked out “And I regret them so much. I—I need you to know that.” You pursed your lips, wondering to what he was referring to exactly. “If I told you, would you still love me?”
Your mouth was dry. The man looked at you with such intense earnesty. Could you really lie to his face? Would you be lying if you said yes?
“Of course I would” You felt your heart drop as the lies left your mouth, especially when you saw the relief in Yoongi’s eyes. He led you to the couch, sitting you down in his lap so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck as you pat his back in comfort.
“I don’t know what all you’ve been told” Yoongi mumbled, “Clearly you spent time with that fucking cop—God I’m glad he’s dead.” Yoongi felt his anger rising, inhaling slowly to settle himself down. “He wasn’t entirely wrong…about me”
No shit. “What do you mean?”
You felt Yoongi tighten his hold on you, almost as if he was afraid of letting you go. “I knew who you were right when I offered you this internship. I-I was not the most stable person. Jimin—” Yoongi wracked his brain, searching for proper phrasing “Jimin thought you were pretty. Which is why the night you and I met, I—“
Your heart was racing. Unsure if you wanted him to say it, or wanted to pretend just a little while longer that things were okay. That you were finally reunited with him, and could just ignore the details. Ignore the truth.
“I roofied you”
Your mouth felt clammy.
“And…I fucked you while you were unconscious” Yoongi didn’t dare look into your eyes.
“Let go of me” Your voice was cold, giving Yoongi shivers as he obeyed. You left his lap, pacing around while he watched you nervously. He didn’t know how you would react. But he couldn’t let you leave him, no matter what.
“I just have one question” Yoongi raised his eyebrows, looking up as you towered over him. “Why do you love me?”
He stuttered, not anticipating a question like that. His mind whirred, a million answers popping to the forefront of his mind immediately. He couldn’t even find the right words before you interrupted—“Let me rephrase. Would you love me if there was no Jimin?”
“DON’T” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, tightening his fists in an effort to keep himself from blowing a fuse— “Don’t say his name. Don’t ever say his name to me”
“Jimin thought I was pretty. So you forced yourself on me. Look me in the eye and tell me that the only reason you did—all of this—wasn’t just to show him up. Look me in the eye and tell me that you would love me even if I hadn’t been that girl. If I had meant nothing to him.”
Yoongi gaped at you. You tapped your foot impatiently, scoffing at his inability to respond.
“Yeah. That’s what I thou—“ You began before he glared at you, putting a finger to his lips, cocking his head to the side in irritation.
“Not. Another. Word.” The harsh snap of his voice pierced through you, loud against your ears but still not quite yelling. Deep within his eyes you could see the anger boiling, a sinister malice.
Swiftly he stood, grasping your throat to pull you up onto your toes. You stared each other down, before he let out a slow, controlled, exhale. In a small voice he then spoke.
“Is that what you think?” Shaking his head with disappointment, he chuckled—looking off into the distance momentarily before meeting your eyes again. Stepping forward, he held you off the ground, blocking you pathetic attempts to breathe as he hissed at you. His eyes red with rage, glossed with pain.
“Well?” He taunted, pushing forward again. His gaze didn’t once falter. He was unamused. In a moment of boldness you shot back at him. He smirked, seeing as you were at a loss for words. Sighing, he released you—not before caging you against the wall with his hand, the other running through his hair before slowly gripping your jaw.
“I do love you. Understand?” You nodded, utterly mesmerized by him. It was as though he radiated with this power over you that had you trembling at the knees. He lightly pat your cheek. “Use your words”
“Y-yes” He slammed his fist close to your head, just missing as you squealed in shock. “Y-yes sir”
“Good” He hummed, satisfied by your response. Eyes softening he let his hands wall to your hips, leaning his head against your shoulder.
“You’re my whole world.” His words were charged, contrasting the bland nonchalance of the tone with which he spoke them. Your heart felt stuffed—overflowing. “My muse. My motivation. You are everything”
Suddenly he bit into your neck, eliciting a sharp hiss from you as he sucked against your skin. “Don’t ever doubt me again. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir” You gasped as he left you with a stinging bruise, licking over the flesh fondly before looking you up and down.
Stepping away, he seated himself back onto the couch, leaning back with his thighs spread wide. He curled his fingers, beckoning you forward.
“You don’t think I love you hm? Is that right?”
Your mind was completely blank as you crawled on top of him. He yanked your head forward into a rough kiss, wrestling his tongue deep into your mouth while his nails dug into your skull. You whimpered, which only made him kiss you harder, teeth pinching your lips as he swallowed you in.
“Strip” His commands were simple yet daunting. He enjoyed the fear in your eyes as you pulled his shirt off of your body, unclipping your bra— which he watched fall to the floor before scanning up your legs. A smirk emerged on his lips as you slid your panties off, now standing before him, completely naked—vulnerable. All for him.
“Take off my pants” You hesitated momentarily, spotting his bulge beneath his dark jeans. His fingers trailed over the button before sliding it open—you couldn’t help but feel a clench in your core at the sight of his long fingers, and the array of silver rings that adorned them. “Do as I say love”
You fell to your knees almost robotically, sliding off his jeans as he lifted his hips. His cock popped out, long and hard against his stomach. Sitting in front of him now he cooed at you, leaning back as he tugged off his shirt. Your breath hitched—you weren’t sure if it was the sight of his impressive body, or the fierce look in his eyes that had you surging with wetness.
“C’mere” He called at you, dumbing his voice as you crawled onto his lap. “So fucking pretty, look at you” He traced your figure with interest, running his hands up and down your body as though he was molding your shape.
Eager to please him, you bent down, letting your tongue run over his slit before you felt a sharp tug on your hair, pulling you off. Yoongi clicked his tongue. “None of that princess. I wanna look at you, my pretty darling. Want your sweet pussy, can you do that for me hm? Will you let me have you?”
“N-now?” You stuttered. Yoongi glared at you. “I-I’m too t-tight..sir”
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back to me love?”
“Sorry…sir” You whimpered, stroking his cock slowly as you lined it up with your tight cunt. You lowered yourself slightly, feeling the burn of his rock hard length push against your folds. You hissed out in pain, but could feel Yoongi’s hand on your head, pushing you down.
“Thatttt’s it love. You’re doing so good—my sweet little princess” Yoongi’s eyes rolled back as you bottomed out, pussy pulsing against his thick member. “Oh you poor thing, does it hurt love?” You nodded dumbly as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, softly running his tongue around your plush lips before capturing them with his own. “But you’re gonna take it aren’t you? Are you gonna be good for me?”
“Yes sir. W-wanna be good. So—” Yoongi’s lips traced down your neck, the soft, thick flesh feeling warm against your trembling skin. He carefully made his way down your chest, meticulously capturing every inch of you in his soft, loving kisses. “So good. So fucking good oh Godddd—Yoongi” You cried out as his hands slid up your breasts, grabbing at them while pinching them between his fingers. Inhaling sharply, he latched back onto your jaw, fueled by the series of desperate whimpers coming from your lips.
“Mmm that’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, my little princess” His thumb rolled over your nipples, causing you to tilt you head back, giving him more access to nibble against you before tugging at your breasts. Your breathless gasps filled the room, like a hot vapor you melted into his touch. Left your whole world to fall into the hands of the man who now kissed your lips again, biting at you, groaning into your mouth.
“I love you” He mumbled against your lips, eyes closed as he dropped chaste kisses between his repeated affection. “I love you I love you I love you”
Your nails scratched up his back, combing through his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer. Pushing his head down so he could take your nipple into his mouth. One hand folding the other, he grazed his teeth across the hardened nub, tugging at the flesh and releasing it back. Pressing his lips against them he sucked hard, the pressure driving you into a frenzy.
Widening his mouth, he allowed his hot tongue to lather over the sensitive expanse of your heaving breast. Engulfing you deep into his mouth before drawing back just to do it all over again.
You felt like your head was spinning, watching as he deliciously suckled at you, looking up from time to time to see the fucked out look on your face. You were almost drooling, watching the way his head bobbed against you, hair tickling your chest as he gnawed at the plump mounds. A few loud kisses later, he licked a long strip, rolling over your nipple back up your jugular until his could kiss you again. His palm rolled against the now swollen, wet skin before he dove into the other side.
He took his time with you, loving the way you rolled your hips in slight circles, purring as he ravished you, filling you with pleasure with every lick, every touch, every sigh. His hands cupped your bottom, helping you rise off of his cock slightly so that you could settle back down. His grip was tight on you, raising you up again, revealing in the slick sounds as he dropped you back down. Allowing your breasts to swing into his face, covering him in his own spit. You drew him in, allowing his nose to press up against your sternum as you continued to bounce on him slowly.
“Princess—” Yoongi’s breath was hot against you, as he rose, gasping for air before muffling himself with your breasts again. He gripped them, shaking them roughly as he groaned, loving the way you suffocated him.
A tight slap on your ass indicated for you to ride him faster. The soft squelching of your impact echoing through the quiet room as you began to bounce faster, rolling your hips, clenching down as his hands crawled up your back for support.
“Y-yoongi” You whined, causing him to chuckle, kissing you again. He let his nose trace your face, inhaling your comforting scent as he pressed his chest against yours, the friction from your oscillating tits charting a beautiful heat between the two of you.
“Yeah, that’s it princess—you’re so fucking perfect, you know that right? Cum for me love. Give me everything” Pressing one last kiss to the edge of your cheek, he allowed you to nuzzle into his neck, biting down as you let out a loud moan, cumming hard as your pussy convulsed on him.
“Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi” You were practically screaming into his neck. His tongue grazed over your ear, teasing you as you continued on, riding him for all he was worth.
“There you go…just like that. You’re doing so well love, wanna hear those pretty sounds” He held you firmly, allowing you to ride out your high, cursing under his breath as he felt your heat leak all over him, twitching as waves of pleasure wiped your mind clean.
He then lifted you off of his cock, kissing you hard, lingering against your lips as he crawled over you—pushing you onto your back. Peppering your face with kisses, he gripped your thighs, flipping you flat onto your stomach.
He groaned, noticing the slickness of your cum spread over your loosened cunt. His palm smacked against your ass, causing you to whine while your pussy leaked out ever more. Yoongi scoffed.
“Look at you princess,—all messy and ready for me. You want my cock?” His lips pressed against the top of your ass, hands pulling your knees far apart. You nodded feverishly, causing him to hum in approval. “Yeah? You want it? My little princess wanna get fucked hard?” He smacked your ass again as you raised your hips. Gripping your waist, he steadied you.
“Please. Oh god, please” You blabbered, looking back at him, eyes pleading. You looked completely ruined, but Yoongi thought you had never looked more beautiful in your life. “Fuck me hard sir. W-wanna be a good girl. Wanna be good for you”
“Awwh my little princess, so needy” Yoongi clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing it and tugging it back so your back slammed against his chest. Quickly he held your breasts, keeping you in his grasp before pushing his tip into you.
He swallowed your whines, lips slotting against yours as he continued to push in. His length filled you easily, allowing him to slide in and out. He bucked his hips harshly, slamming his hips against yours as his grip of you tightened. The flesh of your breasts slipping through his fingers as he rammed into you, exchanging eager groans and pleasured sighs as his lips lingered on yours, mouths open as you breathed each other in.
You opened your eyes. His gaze was intense—almost predatory as he continued to pound you hard. His hands slid to your neck, gripping it tightly as he kept your face turned towards him.
“Yoongi please” You sighed, allowing him to choke you slightly as he pulled you back closer “Want your cum. Want you to cum inside me”
“Don’t you worry princess” He growled, biting your lip “I’m gonna fill you up so good. You’re all mine now. Say it”
“I’m yours Yoongi. All yours. No one else. I don’t want anyone else.”
“And I’m yours Y/n” He whispered. You blushed— he hardly ever said your name. You weren’t sure if you had heard it from his lips ever before. That alone had your body trembling with heated desire. A magnetic want—need for the man who held you. The man whose cock violently thrusted deep into your core, making your thighs tremble as he chased his high. “Don’t ever think I don’t love you. Ever. I love— everything about you. Always will”
“I-I love you too Yoongi” Your words pushed him over the edge— he groaned loudly, releasing your throat as he came. Buckling over you, sending the two of you down with a thud. He had never cum so hard in his life, globs of hot white filling your every crevice, spilling out. You could feel his length twitch within you, face heating as you enjoyed the way his seed shot into you, the pressure incredibly fulfilling.
Slowly, he watched as he pulled out of you— cum dripping out your battered cunt. He licked the pearly sweat off of your shoulders before nuzzling into the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you as he rolled to the side. He pressed his lips on top of your head, hands stroking your hips, caressing them gently.
“Shit” You exhaled, turning over to face him. He has a lazy smile on his face— one that made you want to attack him with little kisses. “I love you so much” Your hands cupped his face, stroking his jaw as you stared into his sweet, gorgeous eyes. “It’s you. It’s always gonna be you”
Yoongi pulled you towards him, allowing your bodies to mold against each other, fitting snug as you kissed his beating heart. He reached his arm to turn off the lights, not before grabbing his phone and seeing a message from an unknown number.
I can kill PJM. 2M.
He squinted at the screen as you whined in complaint. “Yoongiiiii” You nuzzled into his chest. He stroked the back of your head, ignoring you as he tried to think. A quick kiss to your head shut you up, after which he dialed a quick two letter response, setting his phone aside so he could slide back under the covers to shower you with love.
Deal.
—
Taehyung was honestly surprised you finally agreed to his terms. He wasn’t sure how you planned to do it, but you seemed stubborn in your ability to manipulate Yoongi into finding where he hides the disc. He didn’t feel great about needing you to go back to him, knowing what he did— but sacrifices had to be made. He knew what was at stake.
Taehyung hadn’t been entirely shocked that Jimin found out about him— through Hobi nonetheless. Jimin didn’t care about the betrayal, in that moment all he wanted was you. He had revealed his plan. Jimin claimed that Jin had been suffering from a cocaine addiction for years. Jimin used that fact to loop Jin into serving as his mole. Keeping him out of trouble while he poisoned the city.
Jimin was a cunning guy. Taehyung would sometimes lose sight of this considering how fucking annoying he could be. He sicced Jin onto Death Valley—promising him an opportunity at a huge career move, in exchange for bringing down the rival gang. But what Taehyung never quite understood was how Jimin happened to be in Death Valley the same day you first arrived. It was far too coincidental.
How did Jin know that you were important? That you were worth being a bargaining chip? Someone had to have tipped him off but how could it have been Jimin? He had no idea about Yoongi—no idea about you.
Jimin had used Jin’s addiction to his advantage— using his instability as a weapon of chaotic destruction. Taehyung honestly enjoyed the unpredictability of the man’s actions. It made things far more entertaining for him.
Jimin had intended on sending Jin to rehabilitation after he had put you in harms way. That his puppeteering had gone too far. His change of heart was pathetic— Taehyung thought. Another testament to how weak he was.
Setting his thoughts aside, he smiled at the nurse in front of him as she opened the door. Taehyung was able to find out what facility Jin had been sent to and decided to pay him a friendly visit. The cell was small— plainly furnished, comfortable, with a bed and a cabinet. Jin sat, a pair of die twisting irreverently between his fingers. He paused to see who had come in, eyes widening.
“Who let you in here?” Jin hissed. “Nurse!” He reached for the emergency button on the side of his bed, but not before Taehyung reached inside of his coat pocket, he pulled out a syringe of a brown, viscous liquid.
“You want?”
Jin gulped, watching as Taehyung neared the syringe. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t! His mind screamed. He was just barely starting to gain control of himself again.
“Is that—“ Taehyung nodded as Jin took the syringe from him. He carefully injected it into his wrist, watching as a single drop of blood trickled down onto the white sheets. He inhaled sharply, eyes clenching shut as he basked in the shooting high. His mind began to wander. Taehyung watched with interest, not ever having tried any of his products himself.
Jin sighed, eyes flashing open. A wicked smile growing on his face.
“Now” Taehyung cleared his throat—“Let’s break you out of here Officer”
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a/n: *screams* okay so. just setting things up for some really wild action coming up. who kidnapped jimin? tf is taehyung planning? team yoongi how are we? who did yoongi text to kill jimin?
next part - jungkook and jimin time. is that a spoiler. probably. (tb to part 0 vibes) oh...and jin. yes. we getting jin smut yall. prepare yourself. ;)
also to my loyal death valley readers. i appreciate you so much for your patience. my whiny ass will whine no longer. sorry for all the confusion <3 ily you sexy ppl
smut pairs for next part are U P. you know the drill. lmk your thoughts. thank you for reading & i hope you have an amazing day :)
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bts smut recs | theme: manipulation
there is something so alluring about the subtle naivety that comes with manipulation. from a reader’s perspective, seeing the character get manipulated/coerced/lured is super interesting to me. watching how they fall for the tactics of the person doing the manipulating. the way they use power, guilt, words and actions to twist the readers minds. here are some fics that do this so fucking well & why im literally obsessed with them. tw: yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, SMUT. 18+ nsfw. i will be adding to this as i find more!
—little lamb so pure let me taint you by @voidswan | this, and its sequel, both loss-of-innocence, manipulative masterpieces. CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. i read this multiple times a week because i can never get over it. taehyungs a lil sneaky bitch and is fucked up. its so well written how he plots and gets her to becoming willing. making her watch p*rn. confusing her. reader goes to him like ~can we do those things brother n sisters do~ fuck. bye. im deceased. | taehyung x reader
—happenstance by @chimoona | this is in my hall of fame of best fics ever. like the concept is super niche, ive never read anything like it. jimin lures oc with how he stalks her on twitter and promises her a manic vinyl. its done so well. the smut is extremelyyyyy hot. unparalleled. rough. this jimin has me weakkkkkk idk what it is like he just goes for it and its dizzying and brilliant. they have a little text exchange too and oc is hot for him and he teases her over it and the way his dialogue is im just - its just - really hot ok | jimin x reader —honey & milk by @cosmostae | im sure yall have already read this but i cannot understate how brilliant it is. the way tae just keeps going and oc has no idea whats going on but she feels so good aw byEEEE. a key manipulative action is to be like- let me do this- and push aside the consequences after. and he does this. and i love it. lol. | taehyung x reader —daddy 2 by @voidswan | if it isnt obvious already, i really like voidswan’s work. fucking AMAZING. literally one of the reasons i even got on this app. this story, the way jungkook just gets in her head ughhhh. and taehyung just rolls up like oh hey. looool. part 1 is awesome too, i like how jk doesnt expect her to be willing but he’s bossy and shameless and hot | jungkook x reader —loose ends by @scribblemetae | this was one of the very first yandere fics i ever read. and this is some of the best smut i have ever read in my existence as a breathing human. this is WILD and i fucking love it. jimin goes crazyyyyyy on oc and she takes it as she fucking should. they way he lures her in. she has no idea who he is from her past at first. amazing. | jimin x reader —a thriller film by @taechaos | i respect authors who are able to give adequate buildup in a oneshot, and this is a PRIME example. the plot sucks you in, its vindictive, thrilling, subtle but so sexy. again jungkook lures her in subtely. also the character (reader) is so interesting and unique in this idk. LOL its good go read it | jungkook x reader —let the villain win by @lemonjoonah | same thing- the build up is IMMACULATE. this joon. sinister. sexy. this is also a full ass thriller. very creatively done. the use of the book and how she reads it and the end while it happens is so fucking cool. i get goosebumps. | namjoon x reader —cut by @deepdarkdelights | this is a yandere masterpiece. read that again. like this is the sort of yandere type i vibe with a lot. power dynamic manipulation. also my exhibitionist ass loves that they’re literally being watched by a room full of people and she just takes it and she likes it and ugh this actor!taehyung is sexy ok and like how the movie plot is his obsession too love that | taehyung x reader —allegiance by @taequois | i cant even put into words why i love this so much but its so good. the smut is fantastic. he just fucks her like, idk if this makes sense- but just how unexpected and surprised she is like contributes to why its hot. and then possessive!kook is a wholeeee mood in itself | jungkook x reader
if you know of any other fics that fit this subgenre // niche please feel free to send them in!! im always looking for new reads :) i will be posting more rec lists following other oddly specific tropes so that you can find fics you like :))))))))))) sorry if my comments are chaotic. lmao. have a wonderful day <3