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Venom
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary-> With an impending hurricane tailing your city's shore, your despair to seek shelter elsewhere was off the charts.
Fortunately for you, your brother's best friend had ample amount of space for you in his abode.
Unfortunately for you, he has just as much leeway in his heart, prompting you to consider, maybe the hurricane was a safer choice in the first place.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairing: Soft!Yandere Jeongguk x Reader
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Genre: Angst, Fluff, Yandere
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings: Manipulation, Gas-lighting, stifling toxic relationship, dub con subtle touching, Jeongguk being a major red flag with no sense of boundaries , Jeongguk has a skewed moral compass.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Word count: 1.7k
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Disclaimer: This standalone piece delves into themes that may be triggering or dark in nature. It is important to note that the behaviors portrayed by Jungkook are purely fictional and do not reflect his real-life character. Reader discretion is advised. Minors are discouraged from engaging with this content. Remember, plagiarism is a serious offense.
“Copyright @sunshine-and-kookies 2024. All rights reserved. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”
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Lugging your suitcase on the pristine white marble floor of the high-end complex, you briskly pace towards the elevator. Gingerly clicking the button to the topmost floor of the estate, you heave a sigh of relief. Navigating through the bustling streets of Seoul, especially on a busy Monday, has worn you out to the brink of exhaustion. The elevator dinged, prompting you to get inside.
The aftermath of the upheaval caused by the cyclone in your city forced you to abandon your dilapidated apartment building.
With a tear-stricken face and no roof over your head, you had to resort to calling your brother in the wee hours of dawn.
Long story short, you were to house with a colleague of his, Jeon Jeongguk, temporarily until your apartment was refurbished.
Wringing your wrists together, you mull over how to introduce yourself.
Talking to people was never your forte, and sharing a roof with a man to whom you would be forever indebted had you conjuring up greetings to make a good first impression.
Scrambling through the elevator vault, you trudge towards the large mahogany door of the penthouse, rapping your knuckles on it.
You could discern light footsteps sauntering towards the door.
With half a mind to turn around and beat a hasty retreat, your grip on the handle of the suitcase tightens.
The door opens, and the first thing you see is a mop of curled, disheveled, black locks before a face pops out.
Jeon Jeongguk was in a league of his own.
With shimmering dark doe eyes that turned into crescent moons at the sight of you, a tall, well-defined nose that scrunched endearingly, a jawline sculpted by Adonis himself, and lips so cushiony, that had you biting yours to stifle lunging at his for a taste.
Gaping like a fish out of the sea, you thrust your hand towards him and mutter a meek, "I'm Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He chortles.
Smacking your outstretched hand and pulling you into his embrace.
He holds you for a moment before bellowing with a charming grin, "Ah, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine. But I would rather you drop the formalities. Your brother and I are great friends after all."
"Of course. I'm just very grateful that you're letting me stay at your place on such short notice. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."
With a playful twinkle in his eye, he quips, "Inconvenience? Darling, having you here is anything but. Trust me, it's not an inconvenience in the slightest."
You bashfully nod and murmur, "I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible."
His smile fades instantly, his expression hardening as he retorts with a clenched jaw. "You staying out of my way? That's not why you're here, Y/N. I want you to feel comfortable, not like you have to tiptoe around."
You offer him a sheepish quirk of your lips, distracting him from his ire as he glances at the curve of your plush lips. His eyes darken the longer he stares.
Perturbed by the sudden attention, you let out a light cough, breaking him out of his reverie.
His hand finds purchase on the small of your back as he grabs hold of your luggage. Opening the door wider, his smile widens as he motions for you to enter. "Shall we?" he asks with a charismatic grin, his demeanor back to inviting and reassuring.
Without waiting for your response, he ushers you inside, his hand still curled around your waist, almost possessively.
He closes the door behind him, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long before he speaks, "Make yourself comfortable, second door to the right. I'll get you something to drink."
Once he leaves you to settle in, you try to shake off the feeling of his intense, almost palpable gaze by entering your temporary bedroom and taking in your grand surroundings.
The bedroom exudes opulence at every turn. The walls are draped in expensive silk wallpaper, a deep shade of burgundy that exudes richness and warmth. Swathes of velvet curtains drape elegantly around the bed.
The bedding is a decadent ensemble of Egyptian cotton sheets, adorned with embroidered patterned motifs in gold thread, and a plush velvet duvet. A gleaming chandelier that hung from the ceiling added to the room's grandeur. The room was regal and lavish in every sense.
Unpacking the suitcase, you arrange your clothes in the walk-in wardrobe. Your hands unfurl your lace underwear, smoothing out the wrinkles left in their wake.
"What are you doing?"
A shriek escapes you as you hide your hands behind your back.
"N-Nothing."
"Y/n, I'm not going to repeat myself. You're living in my house now, and I'll have you know I will not appreciate you hiding anything from me."
Your lack of response prompts the irate man to grab your forearms before gripping whatever you were hiding from him.
He stills.
He clutches the offending item in his hand like his life depends on it.
You wanted the ground to swallow you instantly.
Mortified, you lurch towards him and take your panties back, eyeing him incredulously.
He quickly apologizes, cheeks flushing red. "I'm really sorry, Y/N," he says, his voice softening.
"I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that." he says, though his tone lacks genuine remorse.
You accept the underwear with a wary look, your expression guarded. "Just... please don't do that again," you say, voice tinged with a mix of irritation and distrust.
He nods, feigning contrition as he tries to mask his growing arousal.
"Of course not," he assures you, biting back a grin, though a mischievous glint remains in his eyes.
"Anyways, freshen up, Y/N. I'm sure the travel must have been very taxing for you."
You nod hesitantly. "Sure, but please don't worry yourself preparing dinner. I'm already full."
"You don't get a choice, Y/N. What I say goes. No skipping meals under my watch."
You're about to protest, but he ushers you inside the washroom.
"Get in now. Don't forget your underwear this time." He jibes playfully.
The smile Jeongguk adorned slipped off the moment you closed the door.
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Living with Jeongguk entailed a lot of things.
He was as capricious as one could get.
He was sweet. Eliciting chuckles from you as you both do your laundry, feeding you strawberries as you sit on the kitchen counter watching him cook, and taking playful jibes at you as you both compete playing overwatch. He spoiled you, and you let him.
This was undoubtedly your first mistake.
What began as sweet gestures soon morphed into stifling control. He was overbearingly caring and fussy, ensuring you ate all your meals on time.
His overprotective nature was omnipresent as he made sure to drop and pick you up from college, glaring at anyone he deemed a threat to his "best friend's sister."
With each passing day, his grip tightened, his possessiveness growing like a creeping vine, wrapping around your life and choking out your independence.
He monitored your every move, criticizing your outfit choices, isolating you from your friends, and slowly making you depend solely on him. For entertainment, for affection, for food, and for shelter. Until your resolve broke.
You began to question, and push back against his control. But for every step you took towards freedom, he pulled you two steps back, manipulating your emotions with expert precision.
The sweetness of his gestures became tainted with manipulation, his spoiling ways a guise for his insidious intentions. You no longer wish to be the passive recipient of his spoiling ways.
"I'm not asking you for permission, Jeongguk. I'm telling you that I'm moving back to my place. It has been renovated, and there is no need for me to stay here anymore."
The weight of his gaze bore down on you as you hear him let out an indignant scoff. "That's cute."
You arch a brow, encouraging him to elaborate.
He grins. "It's cute you think you can leave whenever you please, baby." He hums contentedly, approaching you with a confident gait.
Your brow furrows at his dismissive response, a mixture of frustration and determination coursing through your veins. His words were like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the power imbalance that had sullied your relationship.
But you refused to cower in the face of his arrogance, standing your ground as he closed the distance between you with a smug grin. His confidence radiated like a suffocating aura, but you refused to let it intimidate you.
Caught in his tight grasp, you struggled against his hold, feeling the pressure of his fingers like steel clamps on your arm.
"I won't let you go," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he tightened his grip, refusing to release you from his grasp.
"Don't you get it, Y/N? You came here on your own volition, but you only leave on mine."
Thrashing against him, you realize the extent of his obsession. The one that has sucked you into perilous doom.
"I've known you're mine since the day I saw you drop Tae's lunch in the office. How naive of him to think I'll befriend him without an axe to grind."
Your eyebrows furrow at that.
"People like him are just pawns in my world. Pawns without an ounce of dignity. Why do you think brother dearest asked you to live with a colleague of his rather than his own house, that too in the face of adversity?"
Your eyes widen with disbelief as you still in his hold.
"Like I said baby, the only one you should rely on is me. I'll keep you safe."
He smirks as he sees the fight in you leave. A sense of resignation washing over you.
"Now be a good girl and kiss me."
Jeon Jeongguk was a lot of things.
He was charming, charismatic, and possessive to a fault.
But above all else, he was a master manipulator, skilled in the art of twisting words and emotions, tailored to suit his own desires.
You learned it the hard way.
The hurricane you escaped was a safer, more viable option than residing with this monster.
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Drabble in which jk just rlly wants you to play with his hair...
» koo drabble since his recent live inspired me <3
» fluff, established relationship
so, you made a mistake. well, by normal standards it's not really a mistake, but definitely a recurring pattern since jungkook has learned it's a sure-fire way to get attention and affection from you. it'd be more interesting to say it was some sexy look, or a particular pair of jeans, but unfortunately that's not your reality.
instead, for the third time in one day, you hear the footsteps of your oh-so loving boyfriend pad around the house undoubtedly looking for you.
you tilt your head back on the couch and watch as he comes into view, smiling as he sees you, “y/n~” he coos, excitedly hopping over the back of the couch and right into your lap.
when you last saw him he was playing video games, occupying the tv in your bedroom so you left the room. therefore, there is no true reason why his hair should be as horrifically messy as it is right now, and yet he’s snuggled himself between your legs and is staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to fix his hair. he wants you to run your fingers through it like you always do, to fix his part and comb it with your nails, massage that pretty head of his and sprinkle it with kisses and you'd love nothing more than to give into him, but you don't.
you pretend like you have no idea what he’s after, and smile at him, “hi baby, done playing?”
he nods, leaning his head against your chest and ruining his hair even further, “yeah, my team won each round.”
you grin and instinctively reach a hand out to his head and pull back quickly, and instead rub his cheek. he pouts in response and you ask, “what?”
he sighs as he picks up your hand and moves it to the top of his head and staring at you in wait.
you chuckle as you let your hand slide down to his jaw and pinch his cheek, “does your head hurt? i bought more ibuprofen yesterday.”
“no.”
“then what?”
the pout grows each second you're not petting him and he whines into your body, “why aren't you fixing my hair?”
“you want me to fix it? i thought you were trying to leave it messy since you keep making it like that.”
you hear him quietly sigh between your arms as he starts to piece it together, “i was just making it messy so you’d fix it. i didn't think you’d catch on.”
you hum, “ahh, so you just wanted me to play with your hair? you could’ve just asked koo.”
he shook his head, “that's not as fun.”
“so it's more fun when you're tricking me into doing it?” he nods cheekily, staring up at you with a grin. “you think you're soooo slick.” you roll your eyes and start to poke at his ticklish places as he squirms around on the couch trying to escape you, but you've got him tied between your legs and weakened by your relentless teasing until he’s pleading with you between giggles and his reddened face.
“pl-please! y/n! i'm s-sorry! please!” he laughs and you pull back, resting against the couch once more as he catches his breath, and if at all possible, his hair is even worse now than it was before.
“gosh, now your hair’s actually a mess.”
he rolls dramatically off of the couch and onto his butt on the floor, “guess i'll go fix it myself.”
you chuckle, watching him not even move a muscle. he slowly looks up to you and just stares in wait. he then pushes himself closer and closer to you until his head is practically in your lap, staring at you with a cheesy grin. “please?”
you take his face in your hands and lean down to him, “i love playing with your hair koo. just ask.”
he nods excitedly, “so will you?”
you pat the couch and he resumes his original spot, just without the pout. he relaxes against you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his torso, arranging you exactly how he likes it and asking if your comfy.
“of course.” you kiss the side of his head and you don't need to see his smile to know he is, and to no surprise at all he’s practically purring the second you run your fingers through his hair, and asleep in your lap within only a few minutes.
you can't fault him though, as you're out like a light too in half the time.
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OBSESSION | JJK
Jungkook x reader
when your cold ceo boss gets obsessed with your lips
You as his secretary
Angst | fluff
Word count ; 900+
My first drabble over 100 likes
A/N | this is my first drabble, so I'm nervous, bwahaha. I'm an Instagram and wattpad writer with 3 years of experience. I hope this short drabble was okay. I didn't wanna start anything long or fancy. If you wanna read my short bts fan fics or my latest book that stars JJK, then click my masterlist
___________________________________________________________ Walking into the elevator as you were running late to work, you felt anxious even though your ceo boss is now your new boyfriend. You have never been late for work, and ever since last night's heavy and long make out session, you couldn't help it but sleep longer due to tiredness and pleasure.
"Shit, shit, shit!!"
You cussed under your breath as you left your belongings on the table before grabbing the file from the desk and walking into your ceo boss's room.
"Good morning Mr. Jeon, I'm sorry I reached la-"
Your boss interrupted your speech as he placed his lips on yours with his eyes closed while your eyes were wide open like a fish. He tilted his head more, holding your jaw as he moved his lips with yours, waiting for you to move along with him. And you did, how could you ever not? He's Jeon Jungkook, not just any man, besides that. He kissed you like he's never kissed anyone before. You started to lose your breath when he wrapped his hand around your waist. Holding you tightly like as if you would fly away. But this was totally unexpected as it's been just the next day after the first informal session together.
"Good morning, babe, that's okay. I know you were tired." He murmured, and you raised your eyebrows,
"b-babe?"
"Doesn't it suit you well, mm?"
He said and pecked your lips again causing butterflies to flutter around your stomach while he locked the door so no one would catch you both flirting.
"Come with me."
He held your palm as he walked with you towards his seat. He placed you on his luxurious mesh office chair and you looked at him with confusion.
"Mr Jeon? What are yo-"
he once again interrupted your sentence as he pecked your lips and whispered, "giving my girlfriend some boss treatment, I mean she's not just a secretary anymore mm?"
He muttered softly, giving you a soft grin while his hands held yours. His cold rings perfectly hugged his fingers, cooling your warm palm. You blushed from one cheek to the other, but also feeling weak now as his kisses were unusual from the past 2 days of having romance.
"Mr-"
"just say Jeon, mm?"
He said again and pecked the back of your palm this time, which sent chills down your spine. He held your waist and looked down at you. You were just 5'3 and he loved the height difference of 7 inches. As much as he thought it was cute, he knew it was equally sexy too. He began to do a slow couple dance. You had no idea your ceo boss was this romantic.
Jungkook had feelings for you for about 6 years, and you finally realised he was the one for you. After that, one night, you both spent together unexpected confessions, and everything was just so romantic and so warm You looked up at him and met his eyes, and he met yours, Jungkook grew closer to you as he kissed your lips again.
"Why do you keep kissing me like this?" You questioned softly he smirked before cupping your face as he kissed you again.
"I think I may have become obsessed with (*kisses) this lips."
He whispered and kissed you again.
"I've waited long, waited for you to love me and now that you did. I'm gonna prove how much I've been obsessed over you."
He said and kissed you again, but this time, you got along with him dirty and let your tongue inside. He grabbed your waist and placed you on his cabinet before kissing you wildly.
"My obsession over you is endless….."
he whispered before you smirked and began the way..
THE PLANK | JJK
Jungkook x reader
When you do planks and your he slides under you and kisses you
Best friends
Angst | fluff
Word count ; 845
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The gym is empty. No one seems to be around, and that's just what you wanted. Walking inside, you placed your backpack in the corner of a wall and removed your t-shirt. Working out has become your favourite activity, you must give credits to your best friend for that, he's the one who initiated the fire to getting fit and burning
calories. You usually work out in his place. He's got a whole gym in his house. From the machines to the weights, damn. So you're a bit bored and lonely. Your best friend Kayla is getting engaged in a month and you're supposed to be her
bridesmaid, ain't no way you wanna look bloated and messy, you're determined to tone your body and muscles, plus working out is so fun!! You tied up your hair into a messy bun and began to jog in the treadmill for about 20 minutes.
A woman walked in and greeted me with a smile, I finally had some company, even though I wanted to spend my time alone in the gym. You did all your workouts with weights, and only pushups, planks, and stretching were left. You took a deep breath,
feeling your muscles getting weaker as you were now tired after an hour. You sipped on your water bottle and then laid on the yoga mat, ready to start off with planks. You counted from 1 to 10, then you relaxed and started counting 1 to 20 with your eyes closed.
"Hey!" You heard a man squeak, and you opened your eyes to meet with your best friend Jungkook under you. "Oh my- fuck-"
you lost balance and immediately sat up, holding on to your exhaling the sudden shock. Jungkook giggled like a bunny and placed his head on his arm, his elbow on the mat. "Did I scare you?" He questioned, and you gave him a piercing look. "Is that even a question! You made my heart skip a beat!" You hit his arm
and nodded with a huge smile on his face. "I didn't expect to see you at the gym on a Saturday evening, you usually curl with your blanket and watch some stupid documentary munching corn curls." You give him a proud look and cross your arms on your chest.
"I've come out of that habit, now! I find working out more fascinating, so move!" You push him out of the mat and get into your plant position, Jungkook placed his tongue inside his cheek, biting into it as he finds your latest habit very attractive.
Working out has always been his favourite activity but seeing his best friend who is also one of the most beautiful women he's seen, prioritising workouts kinda turns him on. He's always a flirt, but today seeing you alone in the gym, wearing that tight gym fit and your hair in a messy bun that makes you hotter just makes him feel some tension.
"Two- three-" You start counting, staying in your high plank and exhaling slowly. Jungkook slides under you and watches your features closely. You slowly opened your eyes and scoffed in sudden shock, "What are you doing, kook?!" "Admiring you."
He whispers, and your eyes meet him that is already staring back at you. He does the triangle look. From your eye to your lips to your eye, and that's dangerous. "Don't fall on me, that's not gonna end good." He murmurs with hooded eyes while clenching his jaw and kicking his lips.
His intense stare wasn't making his easy, your messy bun was now bringing more stranges of hair to your face and Jungkook took this opportunity to place the strands behind your ears, his fingers softly rushing your skin while you tried hard to not give up on the plank that's even more than 20 seconds. "You look beautiful."
He whispered, and you gulp, you both breathing heavily after his words. You both continue to have an eye lock without realising he comes forward, placing a kiss on your nose, and then you fall into his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and began to laugh. "Ow-"
you whispered as his rock hardiness hit yours a bit too hard, the man laughing made things worse. "Stop laughing!" Jungkook turned around, placed you on the mat as he hovered over you and looked into your eyes. "Did I make you weak?"
He asked and you rolled your eyes even though you actually felt weaker now. "Get away!" "Not until you answer my question." He brushed his nose gently on yours and you gasped, "kook-" "excuse me?"
You both faced the voice that belonged to a gym instructor and oh boy was this embarrassing. "This ain't a bedroom, young couple. This a gym." The beautiful muscular black woman spoke, giving you both a smirk before walking away.
"Get out kook!"
You pushed him aside and grabbed your mat and walked to your bag.
"Dinner at mine?"
Jungkook murmured and you looked at him and nodded…
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HOME (on Wattpad) Jungkook FanFic Mature 18+ only "You're really making this hard for me, aren't you?" Y/N playfully pouting her lips as she asked. I smirked, raised my eyebrow, and replied, "I was about to ask you the same thing..." while jokingly adjusting the noticeable growing bulge in my pants letting out a long sigh.
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CHAN:
Cheeky Little Lover Boy:
you playfully tease Chan with kisses, sparking a lighthearted and loving exchange between you two.
tease;
chan introduces you to his industry friends but also teases you a bit when you get shy to meet your ult bias: niki - enhypen
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walking out in an argument
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STAY | jjk
Jeon Jungkook, the campus biggest jerk, is at your door begging for your merciful help. Not in person, though – no, he’d never dare. It’s your friend Ari, asking you to help her boyfriend’s friend by taking him in and letting him rent your flat’s spare room after being kicked out of his.
Word count: ??
Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing, depression.
# jock!Jungkook, ex queen bee!noona reader, college AU, enemies to lovers, roommates AU, side Jimin x OC, fake dating, pining, bets, slow burn, forced proximity.
Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.
INDEX
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16
“STAY” is copyright ²⁰²² Lola Bangtan, all rights reserved.
𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦?
a life of pain a misery is turned into a life of love and compassion, when a sudden chance to live life with Jungkook, Y/n takes the role of changing her life. But what happens when things turn drastically...
Chapter 1
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Life was just the same every single day, built in with sadness and a sense of feeling like an outsider all the time. Sometimes I just stare into the sky, beautiful clouds filling up the atmosphere, trying to find hope that one day maybe my life will change. Maybe I will find happiness and a purpose to live the life I’ve always dreamt of. Reluctantly I begin to pack for a long day ahead;
CHECKLIST:
Print out final semester paper
Submit paper
Pick up groceries ….
Everything was going perfectly today, I submitted my finals, completed all the tasks until one problem occurred. While I was driving home, lost in my thoughts, suddenly I noticed someone was standing right infront of my car. Shocked to see someone so suddenly I quickly applied the brakes, ensuring no one was injured. Getting out, I first looked around to seek help for this man that was completely lost, but as I got closer my breathing got faster and faster…
‘Jeon Jungkook?’I gasped seeing him standing right in front of me right now, in my hometown?
‘Where am I?, Who are you?’, he begins to question me, who’s already clueless as to what on earth is happening right now.
‘You’re Jungkook right? Did you come here on a business trip?’, questioning him slowly so he doesn’t get overwhelmed.
Staring at me confused about what I just asked for responses to something that confuses me even more…
‘Yes I’m Jungkook, but what business trip…what do you mean I was at home, in Busan with my family a few minutes ago and now I’m here’, taking a breath in between every question I notice him panicking about the current situation.
‘Calm down we’re both extremely confused right now, the most I can do is try contacting the police so they can take you back.’ I blurted out not knowing he began to panic even more.
‘Wait before you do please tell me what you mean by business trip and how do you know my name?’
‘You really don’t remember?, BTS…’
‘NO I DON’T KNOW WHO THAT IS, STOP CONFUSING ME AND JUST TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW, PLEASE’, frantically Jungkook began to yell.
I could see the pain in his eyes but I didn’t know what to do, I needed answers to what on earth was actually happening right now. Just as tried to call for help a serious notification popped on my phone,
‘BTS member Jeon Jungkook in a coma after a serious accident…’
Staring at the notification despite this, hot tears began to roll down onto my face, my legs giving up falling to the harsh surface below me, shocked to see something I would’ve never imagined in a million years. Pacing myself back together, I began to realise this was the cause, the reason why this new Jungkook was standing in front of me so lost and clueless about his identity and life as one of the biggest idols. But why was it me, why was I the chosen one to help him out, and how will I prove my point, how would I contract someone from the agency about this. The reality is no one would believe me, that Jeon Jungkook was here, right in front of me and not in a coma.
To be continued...
Temptations (Teaser) J.J.K
Pairing: Yandere!Jeongguk x reader Warnings: Yandere content, manipulation, gaslighting, smut, dubcon, violence, blackmail, age gap au {further discretion to be updated with each chapter}
Word count: 215
Rated: 18+
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story which is not representative of the author's values, morals & ethics .It does not imply that the actions demonstrated by the protagonist are condoned and justified. Read at your own volition.
A/N: This is the first official post I've made on tumblr and I'm beyond excited to see the response to it. This is just a brief premise of the fic I'm planning to publish if the teaser is well received. Your feedback would be much appreciated!
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It was irrational to assume it would stop.
The furtive glances, bashful touches and racy conversations you had the fortune of experiencing with him.
Him.
Jeon Jeongguk. Obsidian dark doe eyes, akin to that of an innocuous child. Tall high bridged nose with long chocolate locks framing his ethereal visage.
Everything about him screamed perfection. It was likely what drew you to him in the first place.
Needless to say the attraction was mutual.
You swaddled him with overwhelming feelings he couldn't recognize. His thoughts were plagued with your presence. The wealthy and formidable man's usual composed demeanor would reduce to shambles when you peered at him with those bewitching eyes. He would stray away from his mundane code of conduct with so much as smile you threw his way. No one could hold a candle to the devotion he subjected you with.
The only predicament was that he was much older than you and, as a sorry state of affairs, also your father's colleague.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, soon you found yourself deeply entangled in a clutter you now deemed perilous.
Only if you would've deduced the raging obsession concealed beneath his sweet facade.
In a bid to appease your father, you conclude that ending this sweet dalliance would be wise.
However, the repercussions of your actions were harsh and unrelenting and you were about to learn that the hard way.
Should have curbed your temptations before they tethered you to him, eh?
wowowow this is so toxic buttttt likeee 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 he cute
Butterfly (m)
synopsis: he’s been watching you. waiting, stalking his prey. waiting for you to tangle your pretty little wings into his web. chasing you. hunting you. making you play his games until you realise the truth that lies behind your eyes.
j.jungkook x f.reader
୧ ‧₊˚┊: wc: 3.6k
୧ ‧₊˚┊: genre: yandere, serial killer au, college au, dark content
୧ ‧₊˚┊: content: yandere!killer!jk, dubcon, predator / prey, manipulation, fear play, mask kink, slight sub space, slight knife play, strangers to lovers, “public” sex, drug use (alcohol), mentions of blood / injury, threats, allusions to kidnapping, dom!jk, fingering, rough sex, he’s mean but still sweet, obsessed!soft!jk at the end <33
୧ ‧₊˚┊: notes: found this in my drafts back from halloween and i never posted it! so here you go, to hold you over until my long fics are done <33 halloween fic in april lmaooo
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content
Bum. Bum. Bum.
Your heartbeat is in your ears, pulse racing. It was too loud. Everything is too loud. It’s all you can hear. It’s all you can think about as your heels dig into the harsh forest floor. Your shoes long since been abandoned, mud caking your feet as you try to run. Tries to escape from the demon that had set his sights on you.
Him.
Fuck. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It really wasn’t. It was just supposed to be a fun halloween party! You didn’t really even know if you wanted to go to it or not. But your friends convinced you with the promise of free drinks and guys that were ‘cute enough’ for some random frat.
What they failed to mention? The simple fact that house was in the middle of nowhere. On one side a lake, the other a massive forest.
Like a pretty little trap meant to catch girls like you. Web tangled in the trees just watching for the prettiest butterfly to find its way into. To be caught in the den of monsters that lined every wall of the ancient house.
You were already disturbed when your friend's pretty jeep turned off the main roads, trailing through the woods. Realising just how distant from the rest of society you would be. How every bump of the car sent your little heart into a deeper flutter of anxiety.
Still, you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to ruin the night— for yourself or your friends. You trust them. They promised it would be fun. Plus! Their boyfriends were going to be there! So nothing would go wrong!
Yeah. It really wasn't their fault that a lunatic set his sights on you. Wasn’t their fault you started dancing with a man in a mask. Let him lead you to the backyard for a smoke, dumbly followed him deeper into the woods to see his favourite spot. Let him stuff his fingers into your little hole without even seeing his face, knowing his name.
Nah, you did all that on your own. Just a little kitten being led to the slaughter house.
“Okay babydoll…” He breathes into your ear, pumping two fingers deep inside of your cunt. Skirt that was barely covering anything pushed too far up your hips, showing the whole forest just how tight your walls cling to his fingers. How wet you are. How desperate you are for more.
“We’re gonna play a game, yeah?” You’re hardly able to respond, consciousness laced with toxins from earlier that night. Flush to your cheeks evidence enough of just how much you drank— the series of events that led you to this exact moment.
One he had been planning for awhile.
He smiles, throat letting out a low, almost nonexistent laugh. Slowly circling your clit with his thumb, almost mocking the way your back arches. Finding amusement in the way your fingers cling to his arm as his thrusts continue all to slow.
You’re needy, too needy. He knows that well enough. Can tell with the way your hips start to rock, start to squirm. The way your body starts to get bratty on him while your mind is too far in the clouds to realise the position you’ve found yourself in.
You’re cute. Too cute for him to take another second of this. Too cute for him to hold back anymore.
Wouldn’t want you getting too bratty on him anyway, would he? Then his personal treat, the slice of cake he's been waiting weeks to cut into will have to turn into a punishment. Ruin all the fun he’s worked so hard to prepare.
“‘Gonna need you to run into the woods. Fast and as far as you can…” He groans under his breath, the mere thought sending blood straight to his cock, filling his mind with nothing but pictures of you dirty on the forest floor, “And you gotta do your best to stay away from me yeah? Cause if I catch you… I gotta kill you and I wouldn't wanna have to do that… You’re too pretty to kill, you know?”
Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with him? What is he even talking about?
You try to process– try to understand the words that run off his tongue. But it's unfair, everything is stacked against you as he slides the mask off his face. Gives you a first look at his deep brown eyes. Lets you see how gorgeous he is for the very first time.
He didn’t even give you a chance to recover before he started counting down from 30. Doesn’t even move his hand away from your dripping cunt until 20– the expression on your face just pathetic. So close yet so far from the finish line.
Your race was nowhere close to its end. He’d make sure of it.
It wasn’t until his hand found your hip, gently tapping against the skin that your brain even had the chance to attempt processing his words. Figure out the exact meaning behind them while his lips continued to count down with each syllable.
Such pretty pink lips. Maybe he would let you kiss them if you tried hard enough. If you lean up just right maybe he would–
Wait. Wait. What’s happening? What did he say to you?
Your eyes glance down to your thighs, vision dazed as you try to figure out the object that suddenly pokes at your flesh. The sharp tip grazing your soft skin as you take in the metal; polished to perfection. The deep black handle resting securely in his palm, holding himself back.
Your eyes widen, familiarity cresting your features.
Shit. Shit!
You don’t even think about grabbing your own knife until 15, hand quickly reaching for your hip where you keep it tucked away. Too bad he had already taken it, knew the tool you always carried with you well.
Shit, his own personal little Nancy, huh? Perfect for him.
Survival instincts had to take over for you, forcing your feet to the ground. Urging your skirt down as low as it could possibly go as your legs take off in a direction you hope is the house.
Everything is all too much, it’s not enough. Every little sound is getting to you, making you feel like you’re going crazy. Making you feel like none of your senses can be trusted. Like nothing can be trusted except for the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
The woods– everything looks the same. You can't distinguish one thing from the next but you know you hear something getting closer. Too close.
If his words meant anything you need to keep fighting, keep trying to live. Even as pain stabs into your toes, sticks break under your feet. Even as you’re stabbed by bushes.
It was like the forest itself was out to get you. Like whatever beast behind it is your real enemy in all of this.
Maybe you can pretend it, maybe in your alcohol-addled brain that’s a little easier to manage than the man running behind you. The one with hunger in his heart that only your soul can satiate.
You try, you really do. But your legs can only move so fast. Can only take so much abuse before they start to slow. Lungs can only inhale so much air before they want to collapse.
Too bad he’s done this before. He can run.
And just as you start to be able to see the lights from the tree line, just as hope starts to fill your little heart, you’re forced into the dirt. Two arms wrap around you from behind, tackling your frame to the ground.
Your back presses against his chest as he keeps you there, his face right next to your ear as he pants. Breathe heavy in your ear, hearing the way it cracks every once and awhile as he tries to catch his breath. Lips almost on your ear while he keeps you there. Keeps you trapped under him.
Everything is starting to conflict in your pretty little head, body telling you to get away. Try to get him off. Wriggle your hand— anything out to try and fight back. Try and get away before he keeps his promise from before.
Yet, with every movement, every slight twist of your spine or kick of your legs under his heavy frame he only presses tighter, deeper against you. Presses his cock against your barely covered cunt. Makes you feel every inch of him that he plans to stuff inside. Make you unable to breathe while the rocks dig into your skin.
You put up a good fight, you really do. Better than anyone else. It’s too bad everything is going just a little bit haywire behind your eyes. The world starting to feel like a burden as you try to push away the arousal rushing to your gut.
Shit, you should be scared. Should be petrified of the psycho that took you into the woods, the psycho that threatened to kill you no more than ten minutes before. One that had a knife pressed to your skin and a scythe around your heart. But the chemicals in your brain are mixing into something that you can’t comprehend, can’t describe.
Everything feels like too much, he feels like too much and you have no clue what to do. Head completely gone to mush.
It’s almost easier that way.
“Almost got away, doll. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now.” His voice is rough, harsh as he tries to catch his breath. Teeth clamping against the crest of your ear, hips rolling against your cunt without a care in the world. Especially not for the state of your head. Not for the little world you find yourself slipping away into.
Too many extreme emotions happening will do that to you, won't they? Make you so confused that you’ll just take whatever you can manage. Even if that means plunging his blade into your pretty little heart or fucking you until your pussy wouldn’t even consider another filling it.
He prefers the latter. Too pretty for the former, huh?
He can feel the shift in your frame– one of extreme discomfort, entirely tense to one of a docile little pet put on display. The shift behind your eyes as everything becomes too much, little too difficult to understand. As you slip away just enough to make any feelings of pleasure elevate to new extremes. Let fear spur you on.
The only thoughts in your head are ones filled with him. The way it should be. Exactly should be.
Your hips move again, their last attempt to break free from his spell. Their last attempt to try and get away from the maniac. Yet it does nothing more than press his cock harder against your ass, the mock of a grind against the surface that leaves a pretty little mewl spilling from your lips. A grunt catching in his own.
Wow, you actually surprised him.
“Shit, not patient at all huh?” He smiles, lip quirking as he removes his body from you. Removes the only warmth provided in this hell.
You won't run. Not if you know what's good for you.
He doubts you do– led you right into his arms tonight. But that's okay. He can take over for you. Take over everything.
Hands grip your hips, pull you back against him. Let you imagine how sweet he could fuck you if you just behave. The soft rocking of hips against your own, the gentle way he moves compared to the way he holds you heavy on your mind.
You can’t help the moan that spills past your lips. The way your back arches to meet him better. No one could blame poor little you. No one could blame your mind turning off for just a little bit. Not when he has you. Not with the rough texture of his pants pushing against your cunt. Not with the ruined orgasm of before.
Arousal makes your panties stick uncomfortable to your skin. A disturbing wet patch forming against his own pants where you meet. A flutter erupting in your gut at the way he groans. Way he moves you with such ease.
He really could kill you if he wanted to.
You’re not sure if the realisation scares you or spurs you on.
It scares you more to know that it's the latter.
“I’m not either.” He huffs, air thick with fog, “Been too patient for you. Too fucking patient.”
He grunts, pushing your hips back. Back arching even farther against the forest floor. It almost hurts, it’s almost painful. Not that that really matters. Nothing matters when he grips the flesh of your ass, pulls the cheeks apart. Gets a good look at the mess he’s made of you. Can see clearly how wrecked his little girl is.
Pretty panties sticking against your cunt, thighs wobbly from all the effort of tonight. Shit, if he just hooks his finger under them, pulls them to the side he’ll get to see you all. Get to see your puffy lips, fluttering little hole. Get to fuck himself inside while you just lie there and take it. Get so drunk on his cock you might just fall in love.
Shit, maybe you already have, huh?
Good.
He forces your underwear to the side, stares in awe at the way your slick sticks to them. Imagines how pretty they’d look stuffed with his cum. How you’d tumble around the house, not letting a drop spill just for him.
Because you would know it’s what he wants.
“All of this for me?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb through your folds. Collecting your essence, spreading it around all messy just how he likes. How he knows you’ll like soon enough.
You can only whimper, clutch the ground as your head spins. Tries to catch up with every little menstruation he makes. Tries to figure out what exactly is happening. What words he’s saying. How to get him to stop, if you want him to stop.
A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t think you do.
You’re not sure of anything anymore. Only the sound of a zipper running down, the shuffle of pants forced off hips. The hard head of a cock running against your folds like it owns them. Like it was made for them.
The stretch as he forces himself inside. The way it burns, stings with effort. The short, forceful movements as he fucks himself inside. Makes home in your cunt for no one else but him. Makes you unable to think of a soul other than him. Ruin you for all other men that come after.
God he must be big– how fucking big? You have no clue. You wish you could see. Look into those pretty, crazed eyes. Focus on the little mole under his lip as the pain turns into pleasure. Morphs something dark in your brain to like it, to take it just like a good girl. Make you crave him more than anything else.
But instead you stare at the dirt. Hands clutching at the surface as he fucks himself inside. Deeper and deeper with each slow calculating thrust. Fucks you full of whatever twisted definition of love he possess. Makes you see the light, the exact shimmer in his eyes. See that this is the only way to truly live.
“Shit, baby,” His voice is low, deeper than before as his hips finally meet your own. Finally fills you with nothing else other than him. “Been waiting too fucking long for this. Had to make me wait, huh? Fuck.”
His voice harsh, grip bruising as he tries to hold himself back. One last measly reprise he’ll allow you. One last second he’ll give you before he makes you completely dumb. Makes you see what he knows you need to.
“I-I don’t~” You whimper, though the words fall on deaf ears. Not that it mattered anyway, you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. Didn’t know anything except for the way your walls clamp around his cock. Body begging for him, urging him to start and never stop.
He sighs, dramatic, “Little slut, huh baby?”
A harsh thrust punctuates his words, jolting your body forward as you cry. Impatience, ecstasy? He isn’t sure which. Only can notice the way your fingers clench and unclench in the dirt. The way your pussy flutters around him.
“Aww…” He soothes, hips dragging out of your cunt before slowly thrusting back in. The pace slow, antagonising, “Poor thing is having a hard time…” His hips quicken a hair, pretty sounds falling from your lips at the movement.
“Gotta tell me what you need, baby. I can make it all happen then.” A low kiss is placed against your shoulder, the world crumbling around you.
You break.
“Please…” Your voice is soft, too soft, but he hears it. Feels himself cracking as you beg, feels himself lose his mind entirely.
Beg for him. Want him.
His hips suddenly snap, fucking himself into your cunt with force you never thought a human could possibly manage. Fast, hard. Pumping his cock into you to search for his own pleasure. His own release. Forcing you to take it, take all of him while you try to keep up. Try to find your own pleasure in the tangle of limbs.
You hate how easily you do. Or maybe you love it.
“God, fuck.” He can’t suppress his own moans, the feeling of your pussy wrapping so tight around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth is too much. Fills his head with even more nonsense about love. About destiny.
His hips would never even consider stopping. You feel too good. Feel too tight around his cock, feel like he should never stop fucking you. Keep you there forever.
“So perfect. So perfect for me,” His breath is harsh, his heart racing as your little sounds only spur him on. Let him know just how good you feel. Just how far you’ve fallen. Just how much farther you’re willing to drown in all things Jungkook.
“P-Please!” You whine, hips arching further. Moving him into the perfect position to scrape against your g-spot with every rough pound of his hips. No clue what you’re pleading for. No clue what you want other than him.
Don’t even know his name. Nothing other than how incessantly you crave him.
“Fucking brat.” He cusses, eyes pinching into a glare as you somehow clamp down tighter. Walls pulling him back in on every thrust. Milking him for everything he’s worth. Making sure you both know your place in this. Know your place after it, too.
“God, been waiting for this haven’t you?” He groans, hips stuttering. He’s too close, “Been waiting for me to fuck you like the pretty doll you are? Make me take everything from you?”
You can only manage a whine in response, cunt fluttering around him. Obsessing in his praise.
Maybe his words are true. Maybe he’s known the exact type of person you are since the moment he first saw you. Maybe he’s right. This is where you’re meant to be. Meant to be with him.
“Shit, yeah. I fucking knew it.” His voice cracks, “Call you a minx but we both know that isn’t true. Just don’t know how to think until you’re stuck on the end of a cock.”
His thrusts somehow pick up speed. Fuck you harder, deeper. He’s sure he could place his hand over your tummy, feel himself fucking you. Shit.
“My cock.” He growls, voice heavy in your ears.
You can't take it anymore. Can’t take another second of it. Nerves tied tight into knots explode, white dotting the corner of your vision as you moan for no one else other than him. Pleasure courses through your veins, pussy pulling him as he falls apart alongside you. A tsunami pulling you under, making it hard to breathe. Making you feel dead and alive at the same time.
Maybe the forest gods were the ones tormenting you. Making you feel better than you had ever thought possible before. Allowing you to see the light of the stars dancing in the sky, so far above the clouds with his cock still pressed so deep inside. Floating through the air as your orgasm runs through you.
He’s no better. A shell of a man as he slowly fucks him cum deeper into your cunt. As deep as you’ll allow. Marking you. Claiming you. Making sure you know your place, even as you finally collapse onto the floor. Finally come back to reality. Poor body too spent to focus on anything else.
It’s okay though, you don’t have to worry. Not about a thing.
He’ll take care of you. Fix you up nice and pretty for your next lesson. Take you away to his apartment, make you fall in love for real. Keep you there, with him, just like you’re meant to be.
Make all of the sick sides you try to hide come out to play. Make you realise you’re just like him.
He wouldn’t kill you. Ever. Even if he had killed the others, none of them matter. He’s been waiting for someone like you for so long. Itching to bring you home. And finally, finally you had fallen into his trap. His perfect little butterfly, caught in the web. Ready to be corrupted by the vicious spider. Ready for your wings to be clipped.
“Mine.”
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