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Love Thy Neighbour (m)

synopsis: Jimin is a patient man, at least, he thinks he is. But you test him so much. Can’t you just be good? Be so pretty for him? He knows you want to be. Knows you can be so perfect, just for him.

p.jimin x f.reader

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: wc: 4.5k

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: genre: yandere/dark, smut, dark content

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: content: yandere/dark!jimin, noncon, dubcon, implied non-human!jimin, kidnapping, use of a sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, rough sex, jimin is lovesick and delusional and also a gross perv, lmk if i missed any <33

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! the demons won and i finally decided to post this after it was sitting in my drafts forever <33 i wrote this about a year ago with jimin in mind, but then i posted it to my anime blog instead. if you read it over there… no you didn’t AHSSKSH it’s still probably my favourite thing i’ve ever written tbh <33 im back into the swing of writing so nightlight coming soon!! as always please read the warnings <//3

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Creak.

Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your hiding place.

Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please keep walking. Please. If there’s any god out there please make him keep walking.

Bang.

His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You can’t get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. It’s too late for any of that.

“There you are, pretty doll.” His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, face coming into view. He’s crazy. He’s fucking crazy. You know that. You do.

You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. He was practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was weird, manic. He’s never spoken like that before. Not whenever he would come knocking on your door asking for sugar, at least.

You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself, your hands shaking. You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldn’t shut as he kept rambling. His foot was shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakers– god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didn’t.

How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.

It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.

You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.

He said you taste delicious.

It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.

The way you could tell that he craved more.

Craved everything you had to give.

You didn’t think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angels– anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.

Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.

Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.

You learned that that night.

He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.

His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monster that just got his kill.

He had.

He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanour changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.

“Ahhh~” He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.

You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. He’d coo, playing with your hair as he tried to ‘soothe’ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.

Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get away– be as far away from him as you could. You’d do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.

But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.

He loves that smell.

If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! You’re strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. You’ve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.

He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.

Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate… Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.

You are especially. And he knows you’ll like him too. He’s sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.

Well, he thinks that’s all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Seokjin told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But… he doesn’t want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!

You are already better than he ever imagined!

Bang.

The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldn’t win! You never win any of his games!

He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to run– trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You don’t see how you could possibly get away.

The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.

“Found you.” He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monster– he is a monster. He can’t be human. He can’t. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defence but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.

You want to scream.

He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You should’ve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.

He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you..

“Don't tell me you’re jealous.” His frowns, tilting his head at you. “I didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love you…how good I could make my pretty doll feel.” You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.

Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.

How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.

“How I’ve been practicing just for you.” He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. “Humans are just so hard to understand…And I really couldn’t wait for you any longer.”

You don’t hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You don’t want to think about how many times he’s fucked it. How many times he’s pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.

How deep whatever he feels for you runs.

You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it colour. Giving it life. It's all you’re able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. It’s hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.

You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you don’t. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.

You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks you’re giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You can’t stop fighting.

You can do this. You can do this.

The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head you’re probably the same as that fucking sex doll.

Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.

Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. You’re so close. You’re almost there. You’re almost able to get away.

Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings he’s tried to clip.

You land flat on your face.

Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.

A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks dishevelled. Crazed.

He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.

“I love it when you run. It's so pretty.” He giggles, “You know me so well.”

You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. “Get the fuck away from me!” You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He can’t be human. He’s too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like you’re just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.

“I’ve been so patient…” He sighs, placing– rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. He’s hard. “I really am patient, you know?”

He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know what’s to come. “It’s really too bad you know? I’ve run out.”

The simple statement makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve been so gentle…so caring…” He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wants– no, no. Needs to be. “I’ve really been trying my best to be good for you.”

You wish you could see. You wish you could see everything– exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasn’t such a surprise then maybe… maybe you could make it a little better. But like this… you’re helpless. You’re trapped. You hate it. You can’t stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know it’s over. You can’t do anything now.

Exactly how he wants it– wants you.

You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making up his own story, his own reality changing all over again. “Unless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? That’s why you’ve been trying to run and hide?”

His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. “All you had to do was say so~”

All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly don’t.

He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.

“So pretty!” He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that you’re already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.

Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to silence in the dead of night when you’re left with your thoughts.

“Mm… I wanna taste you so bad but… I really can’t wait anymore… what am I supposed to do!!” You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. “Ah~”

The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own hands— maybe his. It’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When he’s this close it’s hard to tell much of anything.

“We have forever together don’t we?” He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. He’s too thick. “We can try out all sorts of fun things together~”

His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. He’s too big— you’re, you’re too tight. You can’t take it! It won’t fit you just, just–!

“Mmmm!!” A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.

His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where he’s fucked himself into you. Wow~ it’s so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! It’s incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my… he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel like— how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cervi—

Wait wait!! He’s getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! It’s calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?

He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.

Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesn’t need it. She just takes him right away— someday you’ll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savour this… who knows when you might come around again?

Mmm… you’re too mean to him. Yeah, that’s all it is.

Ah, it’s too bad he’s too lost to notice you’re already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.

You don’t want this— at least you think you don’t. But, it’s so hard to know what you really want when your head gets like this. When it’s actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything, really. Maybe you’re dumb, maybe you’re stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But that’s okay. He likes that.

He likes you.

He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, you’ve never felt so full. You’ve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.

Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. It’s hard to stop them when he’s even louder— panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.

He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You can’t take it. You feel like you’re going crazy. You feel like you’re the insane one.

The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you don’t want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just can’t find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a siren’s voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.

“Why’s she so mean!” He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. “Won’t let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?” He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.

He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… we won’t try that today okay? Must be too much for you… poor thing.” His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.

You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy you’ve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.

You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so it’s staring right into your eyes. It’s so lifeless. So hollow.

“It’s okay.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Someday you’ll take me just like she can, yeah? You’ll be sooo~ good for me.” His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.

“I had to break her in too, real good.” He pants out, losing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.

You flinch away. You can’t look at it anymore. Can’t look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.

He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. “That won’t do… I need my girls to like each other…” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.

“Kiss it.” His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary.

Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream you’ve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You don’t want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Want to be good. Maybe want his praise, even if it’s just a little.

Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. “Adorable!!”

He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.

Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.

Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.

Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. You’re close, too fucking close you just can’t take it anymore.

A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forget— forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.

Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until you’re stuffed. Until you can’t think anymore. Until you’re so tired you just want to collapse.

He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.

He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. “Humans are such incredible little things…”

He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your walls before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. “You did so good doll…” He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything he’s done. It’s the least you deserve.

He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. It’s always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm… and you seem like you could use one.

He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. It’s how it’s always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. He’s so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.

“Night night dolly…” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. “Let’s have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?”

Right. Tomorrow. Cause this is forever.

You can’t help the small smile that creeps to your lips at the thought. Forever. ♡

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Maknae reaction to when they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them.

TW! Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, murder, implied smut

This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved. 

Park Jimin 

It was love at first sight. 

Love was in the air and you were there. Just standing there so innocently, twirling your hair in one finger and biting the nail polish off the other. He remembered how a sense of euphoria just erupted as his big brown eyes traced off your delicate figure, how his heart was beating so hard with a sudden sense of longing. 

He knew then what he knew now, you were meant to be his. And even now, as he observed the pictures on the walls, the paintings, the articles of clothing and more spread through and about the attic walls, floor, and ceiling like an altar dedicated to him and him alone, he knew you were his. Apparently, though, he was just as much yours as well. 

Tracing a finger alongside the carefully placed photo of the two of you together hung on the wall, he felt that feeling again; longing. 

“When I told you I wasn’t scared of you, I meant it.” 

Your soft voice chimed in, sending a shiver to run up his spine. His puffy lips stuck out into a pout, large angelic eyes softening as he turned to face you, taking notice as you twirled your hair nervously in one finger and ever so lightly biting your nails on the other. Wrinkles of worry adorned the face he spent nights picturing and fantasizing about. 

Making his way towards you, each step so soft you would not have noticed them if you weren’t looking at him, Jimin brought his hand to cup your face. 

The warmth that spread across your cold cheek made you lean into his touch as he held you like his most prized possession. 

“I’m all yours…”

Kim Taehyung

The throbbing at the back of his head just wouldn’t go away. Neither would the mental image of you knocking him out with a crowbar after he found your secret folder on your computer labeled “T”. If he knew you carried such a nasty hit he would have probably bothered being much more careful about snooping around then maybe he wouldn’t be chained up in your basement like some sort of animal.                          

However, he won’t lie about the thrill that shot its way through his spine as he found out about his situation. As he noticed that despite being chained to a wall, you still took it upon yourself to pamper him and bandage the wound left on his head, dressing him in fine silk so his skin wouldn’t bruise against the cold rusted metal of the chains. You hit him yet you still babied him. In a sense, it felt ironic. That it was him going through this instead of the other way around. 

His head snapped up and towards the door opening, revealing your figure standing in the middle of the entrance, tray of freshly cooked food on hand while  a warm smile spread across your lips at the sight of him patiently waiting for you like a good boy. 

“Morning, sleep head. Had a good rest?” 

“Hmm.. maybe if I wasn’t chained up I could say yes.” 

Cooing softly at his small pout, you made your way towards him placing the tray by his feet.  Kneeling down, you watched as he reached for the tray, observing its contents. 

He knew you were waiting for a reaction from him. A sign of him being displeased, ready for him to explode and demand for his freedom. No, instead he will eat the food you so kindly made for him and he will have a shit eating grin on his face as he enjoyed the love you poured into your cooking. 

“So, what now, Love?”

Jeon Jungkook

If he wasn’t in love before, he sure as hell was now. 

As he watched the blood drip from your hands, knife in hand as that bitch that dared come between you two laid motionless on the ground. You are standing above her, yet, you never once looked at her. How could you? After all, you were too caught up looking at him as he just stared into your eyes with such love and adoration. As if his whole world was displayed before him. 

And it was, for you were his whole word and more. 

“Jungkook…?” 

With a lick of his lips, he approached you, not caring if he was stepping on the blood of some girl he never bothered learning the name of, not caring if you were covered in her blood. He just wanted to feel you, have you against him, to be one with you. 

His sudden advance made you drop the knife as you felt his lips crash into yours, nipping and biting your lips as his teeth clashed against yours. Hungerly devouring your whimpers, his hands gripping your hips, pressing himself flush against you. 

This reaction was not one you anticipated, you expected him to be scared. To scream! In fact, you were ready to give him a speech to redeem the situation but this… well you can’t complain about this now can you? 

Not when his hand has you firmly in place as his hips grind and press against your own, lips bruising and claiming your lips like you were his last meal on earth. 

If anything this outcome was better. 

For the both of you.

Hyung Ver.

Updated: 11/10/22

Forever Young

Member: Jimin

Type: Drabble

Warning: This is a Yandere story! It in no way reflects the real Park Jimin, nor how I think of him. This is purely for entertainment purposes. This includes themes of aging and murder.

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He’s so obsessed with your youthful beauty and innocence for the moment he lays eyes on you.

Meaning he dreads you aging.

You don’t worry at first but slowly notice your husband getting more distant in stark contrast to his loving-obsessive-behavior from the beginning. Sometimes even catching disgusted looks toward you. You try everything an aging woman in a harsh judging society would (creams, botox, etc) but soon Jimin has had enough of you ruining HIS face, HIS body.

Little did you know he’s had this plan for years. He couldn’t stand to see his precious angel turn old. So one day, he enacted his plan. He laid out your prettiest dress that he bought you when you were in, what he calls, your prime. You had your hair and makeup like you always did. You looked almost like how you used to. But when you smiled too hard he could see the lines and leathery skin paint his favorite face. So he continued on. He treated you like a princess almost exactly reliving your engagement day.

Only this time it didn’t end with a ring. It ended with poison in your cup and you choking and gasping for air as he sits calmly beside you sipping his untampered drink.

He preserves you-as best he can, keeping the same dress and not touching your hair and makeup much besides cleaning the after-effects of what he had done.

He’s insured age wouldn’t ruin you. No wrinkles or dementia. You’d be perfect forever.

You were only 38.

Hello! I love the stories you guys write! Thank you for taking the time to write. I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write king jungkook/jimin tying princess reader up to the bed and having his way with her and it’s her first time. She has to marry him now. Thank you again!

so i followed most of what you sent, with a little twist :) i hope what we came up with is enjoyable

word is bond

in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. @chimmy-licious @bangtans-momma @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63

word count: 5.142

warning: unsolicited touching/groping/biting/grinding, blood, voyeurism, public humiliation/degradation, oral (f receiving), throat fucking, yandere tendencies, finger sucking, dark themes, sadism, compulsion, riding, creampie, violence, multiple character deaths, manipulation, mind break,

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The castle walls are tall, towering hundreds of feet above you. The throne room is bright - pentagon shaped windows shining the early morning sun into the throne room. You saunter down the marble floor, the heels of your boots clicking against it. Your royal attire is made to attract attention - and to separate you from the townspeople, of course. The royal jacket is larger than you’d like, but plated in gold, fur lined around the collar of it. Your skirt drags along the floor as does the cape you wore.

You can feel the eyes of the townspeople, behind a mountain of guards, on you. You keep your eyes straight ahead on the throne, the large elevated seat that you once dreamed of sitting upon.

You made your way to the throne chair, a guard assisting you upon the elevated surface. You look back at the large crowd, so many people in such a closed off room - all of which are here for you. Your heart feels heavy with joy knowing that your people were here to witness you be crowned as Queen.

Your eyes caught with your brother - the former King. He’s seated at the far right of the large throne room, an emotionless look in his eyes. He doesn’t smile your way when your eyes meet, but you aren’t surprised. You cannot recall the last time your brother smiled at you, maybe back before he was crowned as King once the death of your parents; and that was many years ago.

The crowd begins to clap and cheer once they witness Haneul, an old soldier who once fought alongside your father and now stood as a mentor, lift the crown high above your head. The crown is gold, several circle ornaments displayed upon it with several different gemstones and diamonds upon it. A smile forms onto your lips when you feel the crown be placed upon your head. 

“All hail the Queen!” Haneul says, voice boisterous and loud so all of the crowd could hear.

You bow your head slightly to the crowd, eyes roaming to all faces of the people - your people. 

Once again, your eyes meet those of your brother. You aren’t upset that he doesn’t appear cheerful - after all, the throne was overthrown and now you took his spot as ruler. However, there's a tint in his eyes that you cannot understand.

Your elder brother had been King for years now, nearing a decade since the death of your father a year after your mother. He wasn’t married, and still hasn't found a wife to call Queen. He was always a busy man, becoming a soldier once he was of age, working his way up to lieutenant, sergeant and so on. 

The death of your father came sudden, and your brother was crowned King a week after. You saw the once youthful look turn to one full of stress and disdain. His expression turned emotionless overtime, appearing completely far gone.

Your brother was once loved as a Prince, but became hated as a King. He became tyrannical once he was in power, no longer valuing the townspeople's needs or wants. He was now responsible for the suffering of the same people, forcing working hours to increase, along with tax becoming nearly unreasonable. Anyone who rebelled against your brother was arrested, sended to an underground confinement - and likely to die.

What caused the rebellion against your brother had you at the forefront of it all. You had begged your brother to stop his madness, that it wasn’t like him to be such a cruel individual. You had stormed past guards and elite soldiers to get to your brother, in his hands a gun pointed straight at a man. Guards are attempting to hold back a forming mod, all protesting the life of the man who your brother held a gun at.

You’d never forget that day your brother had made you decide the fate of the man. Princes or Princesses never had the authority over a King or Queen’s decision. “I allow you to live a good life in the palace, sister.” your brother stated. “But since you are too stubborn to mind the business of a Princess, then I’ll allow you to make a decision of a Queen just this once.”

The life of the angry mod - nearly 100 - or the life of the man was in your power to decide. You had refused, shaking your head at the thought of it. The man didn’t deserve to die, he was just one of the first to go against your brother's harsh ruling, the mob following soon after in protest.

“You’d be a weak Queen, sister.” was your brother's final words to you after he killed the man and detained the angry mod in confinement. 

“Sister.”

It was now evening, the townspeople all guided out of the palace. It’s eerily silent inside the castle, even the guards don’t appear to speak much.

You sit inside of your study - the same that once belonged to your father and brother while they ruled. Your arms are crossed as you look upon your brother. He leans against a large bookshelf, dark eyes on you. 

“Brother.”

Haneul observed the pair of you with a sigh. He was such a close friend to your father, he was there when the two of you were born nearly a decade apart. He was seen as a mentor when you both needed him to be, or a friend if it was that. Witnessing your brother become a complete tyrant wasn’t something anyone expected, but neither was the fall of love the two shared as siblings.

“Congratulations on becoming Queen.” your brother steps away from the bookshelf, hands behind his back. “You’ve surprised me by holding a sword in front of you so threateningly.”

Your brother’s teasing. He had scoffed when you had come, stating that he had no business being the King if he couldn’t run it without causing such fear upon the people.

“I have given you the title as Queen willingly. To think my own flesh and blood would betray me in such a way.” your brother hisses with a shake of his head, dark hair flowing around him.

“You became a tyrant!” you hiss, slamming your hands onto the table. “You were never a leader or a King, brother. You became someone that not even I knew.”

“I’ve done whatever to assure your safety most importantly, sister.” your brother stalks towards you, a malice look in his eye. “I’ve done everything with good reason.”

“Good reason?” you scoff. “Murdering our own people is a good reason, brother? Forcing them to work such cruel hours and raising the prices of taxes and rent is a good reason?”

You shake your head. You had no need to listen further to your brother's ramblings. 

Haneul steps between the pair of you with raised hands. “Let’s attempt to remain calm.” he says with a warning tone. 

“No.” your brother hisses. “Since my dear sister believes that I am nothing but a tyrant, how about I tell you the truth.”

You knit your brows at your brother. 

“There’s a reason we do not get out of our Kingdom's walls and why they are so high, sister. You’ve been told countless folklore of the mountains that surround us and just how we are to not step foot from the gates - especially at night?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly. There was never a need to question the elder people in your lives who told you how dangerous outside the walls were. The townspeople remained inside, living comfortably in their own homes. Schools, sanctuaries and factories remained inside the Kingdom grounds, surrounding the castle you resided in. There was enough food to be had between the townspeople and the royals - farmers growing the best vegetables and raising livestock and all.

“There’s a reason for this, sister.” your brother continues. “I had good reason to become the way I am. Haneul, you were one of several survivors that fought the darkness that are outside our Kingdom walls decades ago while our grandfather reigned. You understand the threat we face day by day.”

Haneul nods slowly, eyes glancing at you.

“What darkness?” you question, leaning closer to your desk.

“Women are not allowed in the army, sister, and thus you have no true reason to understand just what we are raised to fight outside the Kingdom walls. We have been able to slain such darkness for decades until a new threat came upon.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise at your brother's words. 

“I’ve come face to face to a new threat, a King such as myself, of this darkness.”

Haneul is the first to react, his eyes widening at your brother's words. “Impossible.”

“I tell no lies, Haneul.” your brother shrugs. “It seems as though us slaying the lower demons were just a distraction for the King to rise into power once more.”

Demon?

“W-What-”

“Your grandfather has slain the King back in his reign. I’ve watched-”

Haneul is interrupted by your brother once more. He waves the older man off with a huff. “He was never slain, Haneul. He killed all of my men that came with me years ago and left me as the sole survivor.”

You gasp at the words.

You recall the time your brother was brought in several wounded after returning, but you were not given a direct answer to what had happened. The sight of the blood stained floors had haunted you for weeks on end.

“What exactly are you saying, brother? What darkness is threatening us?” you try your best to not appear frightened, but it’s impossible.

Your brother - after all these years - wore an expression. That of sadness…fear.It’s as though you can finally let his guard down and tell you what he was feeling; allow everything in his mind to fall right into your lap.

“The demon King was never dead, Haneul. He was unable to seek his revenge for he was wounded, which is why he had his own army to do so. But in the last few years, he’s grown stronger by the day. He warned me that we would be coming to take over our Kingdom and get revenge on the very people he managed to defeat him temporarily.”

Your brother's eyes never leave yours.

“You and I, sister, are who he wants dead. He left me alive just to spread the word - that or this is all a game to him.” your brother’s voice cracks -  one that was once so deep and stern, now has a whimper to it. He can finally break the wall he has put up, but at what cause?

“I did what I had to do to raise an army to fight this darkness, sister. Haneul. I needed the townspeople working constantly on our weapons, armory and anything else we needed to fight them off. We needed the money to bring in outside sources from down the mountains if need be.”

“Brother…” Why didn’t he tell you?

“All the sacrifices I made, sister, was to not only protect the Kingdom, but to protect you.” your brother turns away from you. He was your elder brother and right before your father’s death, he had promised that you would always be out of harm's way. “You told me that you’d never forgive me for the tyrant I’ve become, sister. And that was the risk I was willing to take if it meant you’d remained alive.”

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you.

“Anything.” is what you told him.

Your brother had told you that soon - maybe within the next five months - that darkness would take over your Kingdom and that was the reason he became completely tyrannical. You now understood why he became so harsh, why he needed such a large amount of money to supply weapons and armor; even if you didn’t completely agree with his reasoning. 

You were now Queen and the Kingdom and the townspeople needed you to be there for them. Against Haneul and your brothers wishes, you made your way out of the large Kingdom’s walls, assuring to close the gate behind you. You never been outside the Kingdom, walking down the dark path towards the forested area - you never had a reason to, either. The moon is high and shining bright and you’re thankful that it gives you enough light to see where you were going. 

Though you were never raised to fight in the imperial army, you were trained in combat and how to protect yourself if need be - you just hoped that what you were taught was enough if you came across whatever darkness was out there. 

You’re unsure how long you’ve walked the dirt path and yet, you’ve found nothing. Your plan was something you weren’t sure of yourself - find the darkness and what? Fight them off yourself?

Your head snaps to the left, instantly, you grab your dagger to defend yourself. Before you can do anything to defend yourself from any attacker, you feel your feet being lifted from the ground and the side of your body throbbing in pain.

You’re at a loss of breath, chest heaving while your heart is beating erratically. Your back is pressed firmly against a tree, your hand clenches along your ribcage.

“I’ve never seen a woman out this late.”

The voice is sinister and you do not see who it belongs to at first. Your vision is blurred and you’re doing everything in your power to focus on your surroundings.

Footsteps, you hear them coming. Your eyes slowly become wider when they capture the thing in front of you - was this the demon your brother spoke of? Part of the darkness that was going to take over the Kingdom?

The demon is tall, you note. Its eyes are dark and appear to have no irises. It’s covered in hair and its spine is curved. You recall the tales you heard when you were younger from your brother of werewolves, but this cannot be that - right?

You raise your dagger, the light from the moon flashing the demon right into the eye. You gulp just as the demon lunges. 

You scream upon feeling something slash along your cheek, but you were determined to win this fight. Your dagger comes down onto the demon's shoulder as it gets closer to you, and your feet kicks it away from you, but to no avail. You feel your royal attire being ripped, your jacket going first. 

To think you survived this long without truly knowing the truth of the darkness that plagues the forest and mountains outside your kingdom - lived long enough to become Queen.

To now possibly die before finding a way to fight for your Kingdom long enough.

Your clothing is ruined, near shreds when you hear a high pitched scream come from the demon before you. It begins to burn before your eyes. Your hand immediately touches your cheek, the warm blood oozes onto your fingers.

“You…”

You cannot see anything surrounding you - or whoever the voice belongs to. There's a breeze in the air now and it causes you to shiver due to your shattered clothing.

There’s a force pulling you by your hair. Your hands reach out to try to get whatever it was off of you, but you’re shocked to feel your clothes being ripped, as well. You struggle against the unseen force, your thighs being pulled apart.

“I’ve yet to see a woman out of the Kingdom.” The voice speaks once more. “Until now. And not just any woman…” you’re shocked to feel a wet sensation upon your cheek. “...the Queen.”

Your clothes - though shattered - are completely off of your body. You’re left in nothing but undergarments and chest binding, and soon the bandage bindings are off of you, as well. You feel disgusted with the unseen’s force hands upon your skin, touching and groping.

You feel a pair of lips kiss down your bare skin, the wind blowing erratically around you. The unseen force places kisses upon your neck, down to your collarbone, breast to your stomach. There’s goosebumps littering your skin, the foreign sensation disgusting you - more so because you feel a pool of pleasure between your legs. 

“What is a Queen doing outside her kingdom?” the force asks.

“The King…” you trail off, just as you feel hands tug at your undergarments, the cotton clothed that is the only piece of dignity you had left. “I-I need to see him…”

You force stops and for a moment, you begin to think that you’ve hallucinated. You go to cover your breast, chest heaving as you breathe.

You close your eyes for a moment to capture your breath, and once you open them you’re startled. 

“You’ve come out of your Kingdom to see me, Queen?” the man's voice is the same as the unseen force - low and sultry, a hint of taunt in his voice.

The man appears human, tan and smooth skin with dark hair with matching dark eyes. His lips are plush, pink and full.

You feel as though you’re hallucinating once more. The man is right where the unseen force had been, now instead he’s pinning you down. You feel far too exposed for his eyes and unsolicited hands wandering. 

“Usually I kill whoever comes so deep into the mountains…” the man's nails are long as he trails them down your cheek. You feel the cut on your cheek begin to burn and you winch slightly. The cut disappears in a matter of seconds and you no longer feel the throbbing pain from your side. “...but you look far too appealing to get rid of, Queen.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Why have you ventured out to see me, Queen?” the man doesn’t stop his touches, nor does he care about asking for any form of permission. His hands grip both of your naked breasts, tongue dipping down to capture a nipple into his mouth. 

“Please, stop.” you beg, shuddering beneath him at the foreign sensation. “I-I…you’re going to attack my kingdom.”

Your back arches when the demon continues to suckle onto your breast, eyes flickering up to you. “I am.” he says after popping your nipple from his mouth. “Such a whorish body for a virgin, Queen.”

The demon shoves your thighs apart, his eyes on your clothed center. He notices the wet spot on your underwear and hums. 

You feel hot with embarrassment, thighs quivering to close. 

“I sense that you’ve come out here to make a deal with me, Queen? You’re far too weak to kill me.” the demon laughs, as if the thought of you attempting to cause him any harm is just that comical. 

The demon rips off your underwear and dips his head between your legs. His tongue laps between your folds.

Once again, your back arches and your eyes clenched shut. You want to fight the demon, but there’s no use - he’s stronger than you, even if he appears human. He holds onto your legs tightly as he ravishes your clit hungrily.

Your moans don’t go unnoticed from either of you. You didn’t want this - he was a demon and presumably the King your brother spoke of. However, you cannot control how your body feels - and it feels far too amazing to not moan.

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you, lifting his head from your throbbing clit, licking his lips.

“Anything.” is what you told him, fresh tears pooling down your cheeks with overstimulation.

“Sister…” the look on your brother's face breaks your heart. “...what have you done?”

The demon’s name is Jimin - or that’s what he called himself when he allowed you to leave, making sure your skin was littered with bite marks and bruises before he did so.

The last time you saw Jimin was months prior when you had strolled through the forest. He had allowed you to leave and told you in five months time, you would see him again. 

Jimin didn’t say that when he’d return, it would be without bloodshed. He allowed the darkness - as your brother called them - to wreak havoc upon the Kingdom. Innocent lives were lost and nearly half of your soldiers had gone with them.

Your brother’s eyes fall upon you, running towards the same demon King he had warned Haneul about months prior, a look of disbelief on his face. He holds the sword high in one hand, ready to attack Jimin if given the chance to - only you had stepped right in between the blade and the demon. The demon held a smug look upon his face, a smirk forming on his plush lips.

You were crying, your brother notes. Your hand grasps Jimin’s top, pushing him away with all your might - something he allowed you to do. You had fallen to your knees next, begging for the King to call off the darkness surrounding you - to stop the havoc upon innocent blood.

“I told you I’d do anything.” you cried to the smug King. 

“That you did.” Jimin quips.

The demon king raises his hands, flicking it slightly. It was as if it was a call to attention - the once demonic entities that savagely attacked the townspeople and guards - now surrounded you. 

“Sister…” your brother murmurs, eyes gazing along the different types of entities surrounding you all. 

“A Queen is willing to do anything to protect her Kingdom.” Jimin states to your brother.

Jimin snaps his fingers, and in a blink of an eye, the scenery changes. You are now inside the palace in the large throne room. Your brother, several guards and soldiers including the demonic entities occupy the room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes roaming to the frozen crowd.

“They’re conscious. Just unable to move.” Jimin states from behind you, a hand gripping your shoulder. “I want them to watch their Queen crumble beneath my fingers. Especially that brother of yours.”

Jimin snaps again and now, you feel it once more - the unseen force. Your royal attire is being ripped from your body once more - falling to shreds at your feet. Jimin watches intently at the show before him, you flushed and hot and embarrassed.

Jimin raises a hand and points two fingers at you. He flicks it low and instantly, you fall to your knees. 

Jimin is slow to walk towards you, and when he does, he grips your cheeks harshly. He pries your mouth open and enters two fingers inside of it.

“Don’t choke.” Jimin commands, forcing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth.

You do, feeling the tips of his fingers reach closer to the back of your throat.

Jimin sighs with a shake of his head.

You gasp when your cheek stings. You fall to the side, barely managing to catch yourself. 

“Open your mouth for me, human.” Jimin commands, but it’s as though he does it himself. Your mouth opens wide as if on impact - having no true control of your actions.

Your eyes are wide as you watch Jimin release his trousers. It falls to his knees and before you is his cock - erect, veiny and large. 

“I can smell your fear, Queen. You being afraid will not stop me from taking you in front of your soldiers, guards and brother.”

Jimin places the tip of his cock on your tongue, rubbing it along the wet muscle for a moment before he fully enters your mouth.

Jimin is a true demon - your human tears do not affect him. With each thrust, he hits the back of your throat, but your mouth never falters - you’re compelled to keep your mouth open until he is finished. 

Jimin grunts, surprise how your throat takes him so well - he can see the outline of his cock on your throat as he fucks you, and it only makes him want to hurt you more. 

Your throat swells with a thick, salty substance and you find it difficult to breathe. You’re squirming beneath Jimin, wanting everything in your power to fight his compulsion and to get away from him.

“Swallow.” Jimin hisses - and you do. It’s difficult at first, so thick that it takes several tries. But when you do, you begin to cough at the new found oxygen you receive when Jimin takes his cock from your mouth.

Jimin cackles at your appearance - puffy lips and face, blurry eyes with tear stained cheeks. 

“Go ahead, Queen,” Jimin tilts his head. “tell me how you are going to save your kingdom.”

As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have the eyes of people who respected you watching, Jimin wanted you to further be embarrassed. 

“B-By letting you use me.” your throat hurts, throbbing with such pain. 

“Hm…” Jimin shakes his head. “I want to hear you beg, Queen. You came to me, afterall.”

You’re shuddering, naked skin erupting in goosebumps. You bowed to Jimin, wishing that this was nothing but a cruel nightmare you’d wake up from. “Please u-use me…”

Jimin snorts, unamused. “If that’s what you call begging, then I’ll kill them now.”

One guard is unfrozen. He falls to his knees, engulfed in bright orange flames. His screams echo off the wall of the throne room, echoing deep within your mind. 

“Please use me and don’t hurt my people!” you scream, hot and fresh tears soring down your cheeks. You’re trembling in fear, Jimin’s true nature showing. “Hurt me as much as you’d like!”

Jimin’s interest peaks, a smirk forming onto his lips. “Oh?”

The unseen force slams your face against the marble floor and forces your legs apart. You feel Jimin behind you, sharp nails against your naked skin. His skin burns yours, so hot that it feels as if it’ll melt yours. 

“A Queen would do anything to save her kingdom.” Jimin cackles once more.

You scream out when you feel yourself being stretched out. Your eyes clenched shut, tears finding their way out of your eyes somehow. 

Jimin grinds deep inside of you, hissing at just how tight you were - a true virgin. Instantly, you’re bleeding, blood seeping down your thighs mixed with slick. But Jimin doesn’t care. He doesn’t slow his abusive thrusts.

“For years I’ve been bound into the forest until I was able to break free.” Jimin says, his abdomen slapping against your ass as he takes you. “Years my kind has been falling to the likes of filthy humans such as yourself.”

You’re going to die, the pain excruciating. With each thrust, you’re pounded against the marble floor roughly, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you that you’re positive you’d be split open. 

“And now, Queen, I will take out decades of frustration upon you with no remorse.”

Jimin’s promise rang true. He continues to pound into you at a brutal pace for who knows how long. You felt yourself being filled countless times - each time more than before.

Jimin had flipped you onto your back, admiring how your breast bounced  furiously as he fucks you, his cock causing a bulge so large in your stomach. Your cries are nothing but music to his ears, pussy clenching him so tightly as it drips a large puddle around him.

Jimin hoists you up, fucking into you against one of the frozen guards, not caring about any of them or their lives - humiliating you was his true purpose. You’re unable to speak, only screaming and crying louder with each thrust.

Hours upon hours had gone by and you had no tears left to cry or any protest to give. You accepted your fate by now. Your insides hurt and you’re truly unsure just how many times you could be pleasured by such a demon - an insane amount of liquid had squirted out of you countless times.

“It’s your turn, Queen.” Jimin drops you onto the ground, amused by your twitching form. His cum oozes out of you rapidly, clit throbbing and red.

Your body suddenly feels hot and any exhaustion you once felt is now gone. This had to be the work of Jimin’s demonic powers.

You spring from your fetal position to wrap your legs around Jimin. He sits upon the cold marble floor, wrapping his arms around you.

What was going on? Why had you suddenly regained such strength and stamina?

You sit upon Jimin’s erect cock and moan out. Your hips rise and fall at an alarming pace - you’ve never done this before, however, you appear a pro at it. Your fingernails dig into his skin and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Jimin chuckles at your new eagerness, allowing you to go wild against him. It may be his compulsion over you, but he cannot fake your orgasm or your slick - that was all you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Queen. Does my cock do this to you?”

You nod your head erratically, your hips never buckling. You’re creaming his cock, stars forming in your compelled eyes. All you could think about his Jimin - his cock, his cum, and him overall.

“You’ll only cum when I allow you to, Queen. Is that what you want? To cum?”

“Please, please, please!” your mind is blank - you’ve forgotten what you initially agreed upon with the demon, all you can think about now is cumming all over his cock. “Please let me cum!”

“Cock hungry whore.” Jimin wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes. “These people would never respect you as their Queen even after you risked your life to save theirs.”

You’re cumming, a pool of slick shooting out of you, but even then you cannot stop your aggressive riding. You wanted more than to cum - you wanted Jimin’s cum deep inside of you once more - over and over again.

“What are you willing to do to have my cum, whore?” Jimin begins to thrust along with you, reaching deeper. “Would you watch your Kingdom burn for it?”

You’re too far gone now and you nod your head.

Humans were truly easy to fool.

“So be it.” Jimin snaps his fingers, the room erupting in a fit of fire.

Even with the sounds of screams, you want nothing more than for Jimin to use you - to breed you. It’s what whores truly desire, Jimin thinks, to be bred by whoever is willing. He’s positive once you come back to your senses, you’d be devastated to know that your brother, Haneul, the royal guards and soldiers are dead - however, he promised you that your Kingdom would remain; not the people occupying it.

desperate desire | PJM

Pairing: park jimin × reader

Rating: 18 +

Genre: Mafiavampire!jimin, fallenangel/demon!oc, ancient family rivals, supernatural au ( 21st century )

Summary: jimin as the vamp was never supposed to interact with the demons but things escalated at the dark masquerade ball, while you're the only one who could physically hurt him in the worst way... yet also the only one who could heal him to his best too.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, violence, aggressive behaviour, mention of blood, dark and unsettling themes, please read at your own risk

A/n: mafia shit can be cringe but trust me on this one hotshots, also third person just made sense with jimin so don't question it. first fic on Tumblr! Show some love <3

" You're the woman I kissed, Aren't you? " The country's most ruthless, heartless mafia vampire spoke; looking back at her, making his perfectly made fangs appear for just a second. The tone of his voice was scary, terrifying even. His mouth was agape, trying to process how he kissed the woman from the family of their rivals.

I knew coming here was a mistake.

"It was not by choice, no matter how desirable you may be, if i knew it was you i wouldn't even be at that dark place" I spoke as he dragged me down towards the royal basement of this stupid ball.

all the supernaturals attended the dark ball. It only takes place once every 58 years; it's been some kind of ritual since the past 13430 years- if i cared enough about it I'd be a part of the royal founding families by now.

"You should be glad the lights were down low" i trailed off for a moment before quickly pulling my arm from his hold as we stopped at the end of the stairs. "Because if i knew in the slightest? I wouldn't hold back from ruining that pretty face of yours"

Jimin's piercing red gaze burned into hers. He was angry, and furious. He wanted to strangle the life out of her! He approached her, his face inches from hers as he stared at her with his penetrating eyes; his cold breath invading her mouth. He stared her down before suddenly gripping her arm and pulling her close to his chest, whispering into her ear in a demonic tone.

"Back up now park jimin" I sing his name out in the sweetest way possible. Full of mockery. "don't you underestimate my powers"

I look at him with a cold stare while a dark smirk plastered on my face

" Do you want to die? " His red eyes flickered dangerously as he leaned even closer to her face, his arm flexing as he grabbed her arm harder causing her to squirm uncomfortably against his hold. His voice was cold, ruthless just as his eyes were.

"you see..You just can't kill me even if you try" i twisted to one side and stared at him with a tilted head, ignoring the hard grip on my arm

"I'm immortal baby"

I say as if it wasn't obvious enough. The demonic tone comes naturally as i push him away with all my power, having him stumble back against the opposite wall.

The Mafia Vampire's jaw clenched into a tight fist as he narrowed his eyes at the woman. The sight of her mocking tone made his blood boil with anger. How dare she talk to him like that?! His hand suddenly whipped out, his palm slapping across her face before gripping onto her chin tightly. He moved his head towards her neck, his eyes flickered red as his sharp fangs grew longer.

I stare at him as I feel my head ring a little but as a demon of the night it Just didn't feel more than a pinch on a chick

"you know..." i hold eye contact as the next words roll out from my mouth "Just admit it. you want me. like hell, i might even agree"

The woman's mocking tone was enough to send Jimin over the edge. He felt his teeth grind as his eyes flickered red with fury, the urge to bite into her neck and drink her blood overwhelming him. In a fit of rage, he attempted to lunge at her

As if already used to my sarcasm, it doesn't stop him as he's about to draw blood from my neck-

but before that happens i pull back just a little to bang my head on his nose with all my power, the moment he holds himself for conscious stability i kick on his groin, Twice.

I chuckle as i watch him fall down on his knees. I'll never understand how men can talk all big and bad but wont even survive a quick pull to their nuts? I mean as long as it favours me who am I to complain.

"Now now you poor thing..i get that I might smell sweet as honey given that a night demon has an addicting scent but that doesn't mean you lose your manners to ask nicely, hm?" I bend down to pat his head as if he's a dog

He clenched his teeth together tightly, gritting in pain as tears welled in his eyes. He glared at the demon pating him and growled deeply.

"You look mesmerizing with tears in your eyes, did you know that?" I look at him, amused by the demonic thoughts passing through my head

The woman's taunting tone made his blood boil with fury, his fangs grew longer as they threatened to break the skin of her neck. His piercing red eyes narrowed into thin slits as he looked at her menacingly, breathing heavily. His teeth ground together tightly as he clenched them and tried to control his murderous thoughts. His arm shot out, trying to grab her neck once again.

I roll my eyes at his pathetic try to grab my neck yet agaiN

I get back up on my feet as i watch him still recover from my previous stunt

" To think vampires might have a better healing process " i chuckle darkly as i stomp my high heel on the back of his palm which was still on the floor

The Vampire's eyes widened as the woman stomped on his hand, her heel piercing into his palm and causing a sudden sharp pain to shoot up his arm. Gritting his teeth as tears welled in his eyes, he quickly moved away from her foot. He rubbed his bleeding palm and looked at it with hatred, still not healing. He growled a deep throaty moan in anger, looking at her with rage in his eyes.

"You have some nerve to talk down on me y/n" He grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes flickering red with anger as he squeezed her arm painfully.

It's something about him with heavy tearful eyes that made the demon shift on her spot

I sigh "you're lucky I'm feeling generous today"

Using my other free hand to draw blood from the arm he grabbed, I placed it near his soft lips as he slowly gets back up on his feet

"Go ahead, have a drink."

Jimin looked at the woman, his eyes flickering red with hunger, his mouth watering as he stared at the blood before him. Taking in a deep breath to collect himself, he stared at the woman. He smirked, closing his eyes as he opened his mouth and lapped up the blood. The taste of blood mixed with the woman's sweet scent made his head spin, sending him into a dizzying daze, feeling almost drunk.

"Glad I'm enjoyable to you" I gulp as I hear him moan while still having that intense hold on my arm with his mouth still attached to my arm inching his way toward me.

The Vampire let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he drank from her, his grip loosening slightly as he looked at her lustfully. His eyes were filled with a lustful haze as he looked at her with a look of desire, his fangs dripping with her blood. His eyes flickered red with hunger as he lapped up the last of her blood, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He smirked at her, his eyes flickered dangerously as he licked his lips.

"Keep looking at me like that and i might start drawing every ounce of your blood until you're left dry "

I laugh at the thought because it's impossible, demons can only feed on souls and i intend to keep this one around

Jimin scowled at the woman, He didn't like being threatened. He stared at the woman, his piercing red eyes flickering dangerously as he grabbed her throat tightly with his other hand, squeezing hard enough to make her choke. "You don't talk to me like that y/n"

I start feeling my throat close up

even though I can't be killed it still sucked to have somboby choke the living hell out of you.

it's the helplessness that triggered my rage; as I let out my spell in a whisper

"diaphanoüs "

My pupils dilate pitch black as i watch his body turn transparent as I put my hand through his chest grabbing his heart strongly, only to show him what he's dealing with.

Pulling my hand out as i watch him fall back against the stairs, barely holding himself together against it as he turns pale but not enough to be declared dead

I Huff as the vampire makes no heavy attempt at fighting back

"come on i didn't actually pull your heart out, stand up straight already."

Jimin stared at the woman, glaring at her with piercing red eyes as she threatened to take his life. He could feel her grabbing onto his heart, but he was unable to move away. He stared at her in fear as she threatened to end his life. He didn't want her to take his life, not after everything he had worked for; all the people he had killed just to get where he was today. He looked at her, fear etched into his face as tears welled in his eyes. "I... I d-don't... w-want to die..."

I pause as my head snaps to look at him......was that him begging for mercy?

I let out a small laugh "when was the last time i heard you talk without growling after each word?"

I look back down at his wound where my hand went through a minute back which didn't look like it's gonna heal in this life time-

My panic sets in as i watch him breathing heavily

i look everywhere to find a solution- something, anything, until it clicked

Demon blood duh? what was i waiting for-

Before thinking twice I grab his mouth near my neck but halt when I watch him shake a little "Bite it before I change my mind "

" O-okay..." He whispered, his voice raspy, fear etched into his voice as he looked at her with pure sincerity. He obeyed, his body trembling as he leaned in, his fangs piercing her neck. He closed his eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, the woman's aroma was intoxicating; the smell of sweet honey and flowers filled his nose. His eyes flickered red with lust as his heart beat faster every second he could feel his skin heal rapidly. This was by far the most pleasure he has ever felt in his long life.

I watch him grab me closer, surpassing a moan trying to bubble out of me

It all made sense, i could feel him release the aphrodisiac to cover up any feelings of pain

Being a half transitioned demon, I'd prefer calling me more as an fallen angel with a heart which only made things worse for me at the moment; as the blood in my heart passed the flow faster which means the vampire could drink more blood-

Hence the feeling of pleasure(sexual) heightened for the both of us

"Holy fuck..." i whimper, not worth holding in anymore

" Mmmm...you taste even better than i thought you would " He hummed in pleasure as he felt her warm blood filling his mouth, the taste was sweet, intoxicating, almost divine. He continued to drink, drinking her blood deeply as he pressed his body against her walking her back until they reached the wall, his breath ragged, his moans of pleasure filling the air around them. He tightened his grip on her, one behind her neck and the other on her waist, drinking greedily before suddenly stopping, his eyes flickered as he looked at her, his fangs dripping with her blood. " I-I have to stop..."

"Ah fuck, no don't stop... " i couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, too deep in the bliss

"..It won't kill m-me" i stutter the pleasure eating me alive-

Not to forget his double layered hard on which still manages to be seen; strongly pressed against my stomach, i slowly opened my eyes, desparate desire written all over my face

Jimin looked at y/n, his piercing eyes filled with dark desire as he stared at her. all his thoughts and worries melting away. He grinned, unable to control himself as he pressed his body against hers." You... taste... so... good..."

I exhale a shaky breath "Fucking hell, come here..."

Pulling him by his collar i smash my lips onto his, loving the way my blood lingers between our lips

The vampire gasped in surprise as the woman suddenly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in her- chest to chest. He melted into her kiss, his body trembling with pleasure as he closed his eyes, his tongue entering her mouth. He moaned into her mouth, his fangs gently nipping her top lip before pulling away from her with a soft exhale. He looked at her, The sight of her body, her warm blood dripping between their lips sent him into a dizzying haze, his eyes flickered red with desire as he ran a hand through her hair.

i lick my lips before leaning in to whisper against his lips

"Hold tight.. jimin" i smirk as i watch him follow my lips leaning forward

His heart fluttered in his chest as she whispered against his lips. Her voice was like music, sending his heart into a flutter of desire. He was completely under her control, ready to give into her every command. He looked at her, his eyes glowing with pure desire as he leaned in, kissing her deeply as he let himself be taken by his feelings.

With a snap of my fingers we teleport to my penthouse and direct to its master bedroom, lavish yet cosy and consistently follow a modern brief.

Not even worth breaking the kiss, it only ends up getting more heated and sloppier every second

Jimin gasped as the pair suddenly teleported into the woman's penthouse. The extravagant surroundings startled him, taking him out of his dizzying haze for just a moment. He quickly shook it off, pushing her against the wall and pressing his body against hers. He continued to kiss her feverishly, his hands roaming around her body, his heart beating faster with every second. His lips were rough against hers, his teeth nipping at her neck and lips roughly. The sight of the woman drove all sanity from him, lust and desire taking over his thoughts and judgement. " I want you... " He breathed against her.

I couldn't help but moan- hearing his soft voice was rare, a melody

I bite my lips as his eyes pierce through mine " I'm losing my mind because of you, jimin "

"I need you too...so badly" i bite his bottom lip a little too hard, licking the little drop of blood after, every little reaction from him was heavenly

" Mmm..." He moaned as she bit his lip, his eyes flickered red with desire as he pressed his body against hers. Her words sent his heart fluttering as he leaned against her, his hand pressing against the wall behind them. His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding in his chest, his desire for her was overwhelming. He leaned against her, his body trembling with excitement as his lips hovered close to hers. " I don't want to let go of you angel "

"There's no reason to" i smirk before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling it apart until it rips

But before he could react, i push him back hard until he ends up on the bed, bouncing up a little by the soft mattress

The Vampire's heart fluttered as she pushed him onto the bed, ripping his shirt in the process. His red gaze followed the woman, his lips trembling as he stared at her with desire. The sight of her ripping his shirt sent his blood boiling with desire, his fangs growing slowly, his eyes glowing red with passion. He sat up on his elbows, looking at her with desire in his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. " Tell me..... what do you desire?"

"Only you my king" my voice laced with heavy desire as I got between his legs, spreading them apart ever so slowly

Jimin's heart skipped a beat as she spoke in that dangerous tone. He stared at her, his heart beating fast in his chest as she got between his legs, looking up at her with desire in his eyes. He groaned, his mouth watering as he looked at her. In an instant he switched us, from her taking the lead to him on top of her

His hands roamed all over her as he found her sweet spot on her neck, sucking like there was no tomorrow

Hands pinning her down to the bed as she desperately tried to find something to hold on to, ending up with her hands buried in his soft, beautiful, dark locks, tugging it a little hard

"i swear I'm done with these fucking games, i want you right now" he practically growled. one minute exploring her mouth and the next sucking and biting her neck softly as her pulse pounding under her skin

"fucking hell, I wanna eat you alive" he moaned low and possesive as he kissed her deeply. His hand held her by the neck, his breath ragged and shallow as his other arm wrapped around her back, pulling her close to him. his heart pounding in his chest as he lost himself in the kiss. His hunger for her blood was overpowering him, his body trembled as he pressed his weight against her.

" You're mine..."

"All fucking yours...give me everything you have to offer jimin.." i breath unevenly as i watch him drag his hands all over me only to rip me out of my dress half way

" Are you sure about that?" He whispered, a playful smirk plastered on his face, his voice soft and soothing as he stared into her eyes. His hands trembling slightly, his eyes flickered red as he stared at her. His mouth salivating as he looked at her, his body trembling with desire. He was losing control, the hunger for her blood was overpowering him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, his tongue licking her neck slowly. His hands trembled as he ran a hand through her hair, his breaths ragged as he looked at her, his eyes glittering with desire. " I'll make you beg for mercy, I'll do things to you that most would consider inhumane. Are you sure you want that?" He whispered seductively, his eyes glowing red with desire.

I grin as i reply "we were never the ones to be mundane in the first place my love" i couldn't help it but move my hips, trying to grind against him just for a good friction, shamelessly.

" Mm.. someone's desperate" it was his turn to chuckle as he teased

Reaching down just to rip any of the remaining dress left on my body throwing them far back somewhere in the room, he wasted no time, practically tearing every material he found in his way until i was left in nothing but my panties under him, which again were quickly disposed of.

He trailed his lips back down her body and started to mark her taking nips and then baring his fangs and burying them into her; which released a moan from her.

"Please jimin..just.. please fuck me" i couldn't hold it, i needed him in me and great heavens, i don't know what it what that got me to act like this but i was too far gone to care

As he sneaked his fingers between my legs "my, i was thinking about warming you up with my fingers first but look at you go baby, all wet and dripping just for me? He raised both his brows as we made eye contact, only to place those soaked fingers ever so slowly between his lips, which had me groaning as I fell back down.

Pulling me back up just to make my back face him, he pushes my face down on the mattress which only had me spread my legs willingly as he chuckled " how obedient " removing his last piece of clothing as he placed his dick right before my entrance, stroking himself on me only turned me into a moaning mess

"yes FUCK YES give it to me jimin!" Arching my back into him to push my ass back just to feel him a little more

"well then take it" he growled as he buried himself in me in one go which made me scream his name

"forgive me baby but that was the way to get in you quickly" he made sure to shower my back with kisses

Making sure to use his other hand to place it on my clit, rubbing it in a amazing pase

"oh...oh my fucking....feels so good jimin" i whined as i sucked him in, no name of shame because of how badly i wanted this

"fuck! you take me so well beautiful" the praise only made me moan louder as he started picking up his pace into an animalist way.

Jimin's mind was flitting to how amazing it would be to bite her right now, and he did. Reaching down to bite my shoulder a little too deep, which only had me scream his name.

the room started to fill with loud moans and groans, his hands all in my hair, goosebumps with every little contact he makes with my body, he pulled me back up only to place one of his hands on my titts- playing with it while the other made its way to my to my clit from the front yet again. I gasp as my head falls back on his shoulder

"come on baby I need you to come with me, think you could wait for me, angel?" Not even a second to spare "YES..i-i can" i could barely think as he angled to hit something new, i couldn't let it out though waiting for him to reach his limit, I held it

His dark eye glowed red glaring down at her he saw hers dilate pitch black, she was in pure bliss and he was the one giving it all to her

"I'm so..s-so close" i couldn't help but moan his name like a chant, it was like a spell on me and I loved every second of it

"come for me my angel" he let his voice out in the most low and seductive way possible, it was dripping in lust and it only pushed me through my edge.

Coming on his dick but not completely as i whimper "come inside me jimin" no clue of what's left and what's right, as if on perfect cue, just as it was getting all too much, jimin let out a low moan with my name as he finally let it all in, biting my neck so strongly to feel just on cloud 9, he came a little too hard as i came with him. Slowly his hips drew to stop and both of us finally began to compute with what just happened, not being able to keep it together I fell ahead but Jimin caught me in his arms before i could collapse completely

"that was the best thing that has happened to me in a while" he said matter-of-factly, holding me as he lay down next to me, facing each other i pushed my lips on his as he instantly grabbed my face to depend on the kiss

"promise me that will happen again" i look back at him as we pull away only to see pull up his annoying smirk

"who said we are stopping now?" He tucked my hair behind my ear and he continued "I've been waiting a long time to get you for myself and nothing's stopping me from having you in every way I can angel"

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a/n: damn that was like long long ( at least for me ) my first proper smut huh, how did it do for ya? Even tho I rushed the ending 🏄🏽Lemme know your thoughts, beautiful 💓