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★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★
pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader
genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere
summary: since the day you met taehyung, both of you have had a special bond. but with taehyung and your mother’s relationship miserably falling apart, and her leaving you alone, you can’t help but feel as a burden to her. at least, taehyung is there to comfort you in all the ways he can; giving you everything he has to offer and you accepting it all.
word count: +3.9k
tags/warnings: creampie, squirting, breeding kink, french kissing, taehyung neglects his wife's attention, two affairs mentioned, naive reader, underage drinking, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (shame on taehyung:/), parenting sucks, dub-con scene, mentions of tae doing acts on unaware reader, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), reader agrees but doesn't know what she's doing with taehyung :(
notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)
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you cried on your white duvets, trying your best to cover your ears from the loud screams and shouts coming from the downstairs kitchen. they've been going at it for a while now, fighting over things that don't make sense to you. you don't know why they're still together really, because they give no love to each other anymore. anyone can tell. but if you really think about it, their love only lasted for a month before deteriorating to fights everyday. your mom's voice can be heard all over the house as she argues with your stepdad, who once was your favorite art teacher. he helped you after school, perfecting your art into something beautiful. you can hear taehyung yell at her to leave if she wants, that he doesn't need her bitchy attitude in the house and no later, she does leave. but not without a harsh door slam and a few ugly remarks that make your heart feel heavy for him; for the both of them. your hands are quick to wipe your eyes as you hear taehyung come up the stairs in a hurry. "i'm coming in, pretty baby." his hands are on you before you know it, cleaning the tears and snot off your face with soft tissues. he gives a small kiss to your nose and fixes your hair, doing everything to settle your upset-self. when your sniffles quieted down, he gives you a small smile, "wanna paint with me?" he grabs your hands and leads you to the canvas that is supported by a high easel at the corner of your room. he grabs the only high seat in the room and sits on it before you can and pats on his lap, which you know what to do. but before fully sitting on his legs, he makes sure to pull your dress out from underneath you, so your underwear can be on top of his pants. it's practically bunches up on your hips and upper thighs. then, taehyung makes you sit on his lap, something you've grown used to when he's helping you with anything, especially your painting skills. "lets paint..." he waits for an excited answer from you, but there's not a single noise, "how about the teacups from breakfast with me last sunday? the ones you thought were pretty with all the colors?" you nod at his words and get a brush with such little motivation, it's painful for him to see you down just because of that bitch you call your mother. "if you give me a small smile, i'll buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner wherever you want over the weekend," he fingers tickle you and you start squirming around, your teeth finally peeking out, "so what do you say, just us?" he can tell it slightly irks you that your mother never goes out with you two, "it'll be fun, come on~", taehyung turns you around with your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct to not fall. and when you finally nod after his small, little promises, he pecks your nose and lips. "my pretty girl, we'll have so much to do...but let's just keep it between us, we don't want your mom too jealous. yeah?" his nails start tracing your back in tiny circles, each time going lower on the flimsy fabric you call a dress. the other hand cups your neck in his direction to make sure you're just facing him as he leans in closer to you, "c'mon open, ah." taehyung's tongue slowly slips in your mouth once your lips part from each other, and he brings you closer by your lower back. the tip of tongue swirls in circles around yours until you run out of breath. taehyung makes sure you can feel the fabric of his jeans against your cunt; rubbing it harder and harder each time until your pants become clear that they're not just from kisses. your heavy breath makes taehyung grin, "a tiny smooch to make you feel all better; let's forget about that mom of yours, yeah?" the canvas forgotten on its stand, the brush on the floor dripping with white paint as taehyung slips his hands up your inner thighs to carry you to the wall. your arms hang around on his neck and legs grip on to him, scared of landing and bruising yourself on the hard ground. "taehyung, i'm scared i'll fall, can we sit please?" you beg him, but he hushes you with sweet encouragements that he won't ever let you go.
taehyung moves your white cotton panties to the side, sliding his thumb into your puckering hole. your hands clench on his plain t-shirt as you whine at the intrusion and soft caresses at your nub with his other fingers. when you're so close to releasing, he stops his movement and removes his fingers from your cunt, leaving you desperate. you whine his name and it makes him grin in amusement, "do you wanna continue, pretty baby?" he whispers to you, eyes meeting your own with a smug look as you repeat a stutter of, "yes, please tae." he takes his brown, leather belt off with no hurry at all. Even though his cock is hard and ready to be stuffed between your walls. your sobbing in frustration at this point, it makes him grin as he mocks you for it. "___, baby, what are you crying for? are you really crying because you want me to take it off faster? you're so desperate to get fucked like a bitch that you're sobbing for it?" you weep under his taunting gaze and words; the way he tugs you harshly doesn't help either. "want me to bounce you up and down on my cock? have you stuffed with my cum? your mom won't be happy with that, especially if my baby starts growing here, pretty." he mutters with a tiny devious look in his eyes as he pats your lower tummy. taehyung's mushroom tip softly parts your folds apart, nudging into your entrance. "is that what you want? my pretty girl, ugh, want me to fuck you so good that you have my fucking babies?" taehyung has his cute box grin on his face, pleasure in his eyes with all the love he has in his heart, just for you. you can't help but look away, hiding away in his neck because it all feels strange. all the words he says don't add up in your head, his stares make you feel insecure, and the relationship he has with you is weird. but every time you speak a word of it, taehyung doesn't cope well. he yells at your mom, says these awful things to her, and all the stress makes her run away, and it just leaves taehyung and you, alone in the house. it's then and there that he goes up to talk to you and tell you it's normal for you two to show your love to each other. "i just love you so much; i wanna have you to myself." and before you know it, taehyung's hands are all over you, showing his affection towards you. you whimper as his thick head grazes your gummy walls, "t-tae." he plays with your clit while lowering you onto his cock
before you know it, your eyes water all over again when taehyung splits you in half. taehyung's cock head pokes at your cervix in an uncomfortable manner. "t-too big," you mutter under your panted breathes. "it's okay, just a little more; you can do this." you don't even want to look down because you know that there isn't just a little more. taehyung lies about that. your walls clench around his length, attempting to push him out because of the bothersome pain. but it can't, so instead your cunt drips around his dick to make an easy cocksleeve for taehyung. before you know it, you're laying down on your bed, facing your fluffy pillows and teddy bears while your bottom is hanging in the air. your walls are clenching around nothing, your dress bunched at your waist and your comforters are getting wet; you've never felt so open, and it's embarrassing. "tae, i think i wanna sto-" you cry out at his hasty movement. how his hips meet your own; taehyung's balls slapping against your ass cheeks. the extra inches that you couldn't fit once are now past your slick-covered folds. you can feel his throbbing cock ooze out big lumps of pre-cum. taehyung groans as he holds onto your waist for dear life, "fuck, baby, you're wrapping around me so good. can you feel me? i'm inside of you, gonna make you feel happy," he gulps loud as he starts pounding into you, "with my cock. gos-sh, wanna draw you like this." you whine at the discomfort each time he fully thrashes into you. your manicured french nails dig into your pink bunny and you whimper as your walls start pulsating around him, heat climbing up into your cheeks as you get closer to releasing. you weep his name repeatedly as he doesn't stop when you squirt around him. taehyung's dick is sticky from top to bottom with your juices. it clings onto your cunt and the bottom of his dick when taehyung parts away to flip you over. a slimy texture that drenches into your sheets and both of your skins. he brings your pouty lips closer to his face, holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth. "swallow." his saliva coats your entire mouth and throat as you do what he says without question. "it's gone, tae, i promise." he smiles at your small promise, "you're so cute. come here, let me take this off you." the dress that was your last sort of protection was thrown to the floor. taehyung nibbles on your skin and leaves his marks all over you. soon after, he's fucking you raw again. fingers gently tracing hearts all over your back, unlike how mean his bulging head meets your womb. you're moaning his name, eyes rolling back as saliva drips down your chin when his dick twitches. you're sticky with his spit on your neck and tits, globs of his cum spilling inside your cunt, and you're left quivering under him. you can hear the squelching noise of his cock-head separating from your cunt.
taehyung reaches for the bottom drawer of your white nightstand, and picks out a silky pajama set for you; it's the new pajama set he got you as a reward. when he goes to put it on you, you let him do as he pleases. you're sore and tired from weeping for taehyung and his dick. he hides you under your blankets and hugs you from underneath,"i'll stay here with you, my pretty girl. i won't leave you like your mom does." at the mention of your mom, your heart feels heavy and you know taehyung notices this, "i'll always be here for you. i promise." his eyes light up when your arms tighten around him and your head digs into his warm chest. "i love you, taehyung." a grin spreads across his face, "i love you too."
you don't know how to react at the messages on your mom's phone. little love notes sent back and forth from your mom and another man; a man who isn't taehyung. times and places where they would meet up after fights with taehyung, or when she was supposed to be home with you. you can't even read more. you're heartbroken, and you're not even the one who got cheated on. 'how could she do this?' is all that runs throughout your head. how could you tell taehyung this news? if you did, would he leave? would you have to accept another man filling in a father's position? but, what hurts you the most, is that taehyung would break his promise after all. you remember the first time they glanced at each other. after much begging, your mother took you to the small art gallery that was presenting the students' works, including your paintings. you left for a tiny second to see a friend, but when you came back, taehyung had your mother flushed a bright red. a few flirtatious lines and smiles, and your mom was hooked. it all happened fast. before you knew it, taehyung was moving in after three months of dating your mother. your friends teased you for it. the neighbors whispered about it, spreading rumors here and there about your mom. "how desperate can she be..." and "doesn't she have a sense of dignity for herself?" and you had to give them some credit because not even two weeks later, their precious relationship was in ruins.
your mother started disappearing from the house more often, avoiding taehyung and he didn't question anything of it. that's when taehyung began to chat with you more. he desired for you to be comfortable around him, so much that he brought anything you glanced at. you wanted more teddy bears? they'd be piled up on your bed. jewelry? he'd have them hand picked and fitted to your perfect size. and the gifts he would spoil you with. digital cameras, polaroids, canvases, paint brushes, different colors of paint or markers and so many other pretty things that filled your room. taehyung spoiled you like no other father could. even though it made your mom to see you happy, she couldn't help but feel lonely that he didn't spend a single dollar on her. maybe that's why she began talking to her co-worker, who soon became more than just that. it was evident with the way she would hide her phone away, dress up more, perfume stinking the house, and wouldn't spare her time at home. but taehyung didn't seem to question it, so neither would anyone else if he didn't care, including you. he'd be too busy stuck up in his office with a paint brush in his hand as he drew you. another one to add to his collection. countless of drawings, along with plenty of nights in bed with heavy sweat and a straining cock.
your mom is wide-mouth shocked at the gift taehyung hands her, and she's not the only one. you're in complete shock as taehyung chats away so casually about the surprise trip to paris he is giving your mom. "i know we haven't been doing alright," he smiles at her and holds her hands as he continues, "and i feel like i've been too harsh on you, so i want you to take a break from me." his statement making your mom laugh as she stares at the tickets. she gives him a huge hug, "i better start packing then! i'm going to paris!" it'll be her first time in the city of love. " i have to go call my friends." she hugs you tightly, and she's still cheerful at the news as she passes by you. "seeing her happy makes me happy." taehyung says as he sits right beside you, "are you happy for her?" you quickly nod your head, trying to shake off the guilt you have of lying. "how long will she, um, be on this trip?" he pauses for a while, "three weeks? i think. it'll be good for her to relax, and we'll have fun here!"
the car ride is silent, neither taehyung or you are speaking to one another. your mom is probably checking in at the airport while you're heading back home. you hate that she doesn't even glance at you anymore. and it's no secret that someone else is going on the trip with her. you can't handle the pain anymore on whether you should tell taehyung or not. taehyung was the father you never had; when your mom isn't around, he is. He's there to hold your hand, to take care of you, to love you, and to spend time with you. he's everything you could ever ask for, and without him, you wouldn't know what to do. "i'm gonna stop at the store for a while. do you wanna come with me?" you shake your head. you can hear him sigh as he leaves the car, "i'll be right back then. make sure to lock the car." with the locked vehicle giving you a sense of security, you fall asleep with no trouble.
you wake up to the smell of something strong in the air. you're on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. taehyung must've carried you from the car to here. when you walk into the kitchen, you see a bunch of glasses piling around filled with some type of drink. "i wanted to try something. can you taste them for me?" there are so many different colors with little fruits on top of some them. before you know it, you feel giddy either your cheeks pink and giggling at everything. it's a bit dizzy here and there, but the sweet drinks continue to go down your throat. you're sitting on taehyung's lap with your manicured nails securing themselves on his shoulder. one of his hands are grabbing on to your waist and the other has a grip on your ass with his nails digging in softly; taehyung is just making sure you don't fall off him. you don't mind that taehyung takes your top off because taehyung's only doing what's best for you. he snickers at your drunken state, "baby, you're too cute. you can't even handle a drop." he starts to grind you on top of his growing bulge. your pussy easily wetting your panties and his pants. taehyung is grateful to your mom for always making you wear skirts growing up because if not, he wouldn't be able to catch a sight of your pussy smushed against your ivory panties.
with your whines getting louder, taehyung knows your getting close. so, he quickly tugs his sweatpants down in one go and then lets his fingers trace up your thigh before he slides your panties to the side. "you're my pretty baby, you know that right? i'll always be here for you, __." he gulps before stuffing himself inside you. you can feel the veins on his dick as your walls struggle to take all of him. taehyung can tell you're such a daze; in a completely other world with the alcohol you drank. but he can also feel the way your pussy gushes around the base of his cock. your body presses up against his bare chest as your back arches. taehyung licks up your chest until he reaches the necklace your mom and him brought you for your birthday, and he sucks it in his mouth. his thick cock throbbing inside your heat. nights ending with a sticky mess between you, taehyung's warm cum spilling into you while you spewed yours on his abdomen and the base of his dick. "my pretty, i love you so much." his balls pressed up against your cunt as he hugged you to sleep. his fingers softly playing with the ends of your skirt to relax you. "i love you too, tae." small hands bringing him closer to feel his warmth as his cock pressed farther into your cervix. "a lot," you whimpered.
those three weeks, you did whatever taehyung wanted or asked of you. you let him mark you all over; inside and out. you let your whole being depend on him for everything. you let his tongue suck and tease your cunt. you let him leave his cologne on you and your room with his cum bloating your tummy day and night. all because you owned it to him; taehyung took care of you when no one did and loved you like his very own. and you loved him just as much. even as your heart yearned for a mother's love at times, taehyung would be there to soothe you with more gifts and attention. that's how you find yourself playing animal crossing on your very new, oled nintendo with taehyung's hand on your thigh as he drives to pick your mother up from the airport; making sure to have picked the longest route on the navigation app.
taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're not gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.
"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.
It’s all I need for yandere Jimin. Oh gosh why he is so damn hot🤯🤯
Scent of a Flower
Summary: Jimin is scared of losing you but knows you couldn’t care less when you always go out late at night without his permission. Jimin punishes you in a way that’ll ensure you’ll never leave his side again.
Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Stepfather Jimin
Warnings: psuedo-incest, a lot of murder, unhealthy attachment, dubcon/noncon, smut (multiple orgasms, impregnation kink, spanking, squirting, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink), yandere behaviour
Word Count: 3.7K
A/N: this is a work of fiction that does not reflect my views of any idols or the subject matter. i do not condone what is written. everything sexual happens between two adults. lastly, this is a yandere fic to which i have not written it in a way that romanticises any toxic behavior. thank you for reading! ♡
The blanket of night had fallen and the servants had long made their departure. Jimin did not bother to turn on the lights, rays of moonlight landing upon the granite kitchen island where he sat.
Lips tinted red, the wine was lush and bold, like the blooming hibiscus flowers in the garden. It burned in his mouth like the summer night’s heat where he could easily imagine the dip of your low cut dress and the veil of sweat on your chest where a man’s lips might’ve descended.
Shards of glass flew everywhere as Jimin threw his wine glass onto the floor. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rather than sweat threatening to drip down his grave countenance. He was tortured by the images in his head where he cursed you over and over again. He had strictly ordered you to never go out late at night but the hands on the clock read that it was half past midnight.
You had betrayed him. It was like a knife being twisted in his heart as he remembered the flutter of your lashes, the tip of your nose brushing the apple of his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his neck and murmured, “I promise I won’t, daddy.”
You had been seated on his warm lap, his arm around your waist as he gently pressed his lips to your forehead before slipping the heavy, black AMEX card into your palm. It had been your eighteenth birthday and his beloved stepdaughter had bloomed into a rose.
Jimin’s fist, the size of his heart, clenched in anger. But, the tighter he held onto you, the quicker you slipped through his fingers. Every rose had its thorns and nothing was forever.
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