m.listï»ż // Requests are closed // Discord // Spotify Listenings Hi! I'm an amateur writer located at the Netherlands. I make: fanfictions, (visual) reactions and fake-texts. Hope you will enjoy my stories!
†Paring: Jungkook x reader (with a little bit Namjoon x reader and Taehyung x reader)
†Genre: wolf!au, soulmate!au, collage!au
†Summary: y/n has been feeling a certain darkness ever since she got her period. Something was calling her and one day that âlightâ came into vision. Youâd never thought however, that it would be a werewolf.
†Rating: 18+
†Warnings: mentions of rape, depression, smut, oral sex, window-sex, shower-sex, knotting, marking and animalistic behaviour.
†Wordcount: 9.5k
†A/n: hey!! This will be my first story on this account. I used to run another tumblr account, but I felt like I needed a new start hehe. Hope you enjoyed this one!
âwhy is it so dark?â, you ask yourself as you try to see, but nonetheless fail to do so. Itâs too dark. You canât understand what you feel, but it has been the darkest feeling you have had in your whole life, though you might not yet be that old. It is creeping up on you, like a tiger or some other creature. It mightâve always been there, but never this strong. Never since this very moment. A white ray stands tall in front of you, all too sudden but not unwelcome. You feel like you need to be there, like this might be the place that brings you the peace you have been seeking. You know the feeling, the dark feeling, ends with this light. It all fits too wellâŠ
You take a step forward, but when you look down to see where you are walking on, you donât see your feet. Itâs only you, like a floating conscious. Even though it got you distracted for the smallest second, you knew this wasnât important enough. The only thing worth doing right now is taking another step towards this warm and sunny light. Another step was taken and you feel your body heating up. Even though the light is your answer, you are still reacting to it in all the negative ways. âIs this what I need? Itâs probably better than that horrifying darkness around us. Around me and this lightâ.
So without another thought, you take three more steps. There it is, right in front of you. You can feel your whole body reacting in heath, but you still feel save somehow. Itâs resisting and it feels unnatural, but you havenât felt as connected in so long with such a simple thing. You want it. No, you need it. And it also needs you. Two sides, two consciousnesses needing one another. But it doesnât feel enough. You need more. You need to be closer. You need hi-.
âY/n? You are burning up! Are you okay? Wake up!â.
The sudden voice wakes you up in one simple snap. Your eyes spring wide open as you look scared towards your friend, who just as well returns that look. Namjoon puts his hand on your forehead. You flinch as he retracts his hand as fast as lighting, making a gesture as if your forehead is about a 100 degrees. âDamn y/n, that should be illegal. Itâs way too hot. Please go to the nurses officeâ, he exclaims.
You put your hand on your heart, feeling how fast itâs beating. Itâs so fast that you can feel it in your whole body. You are trying to recall your dream, but you only seem to remember that you felt a dark feeling. It mustâve been a nightmare. You check out your surroundings as you felt quite out of place, but you soon notice you are still in the comfort of your schoolâs library. You let out a breath, shaking off that weird experience and you try to calm down your body. âI think I had some kind of nightmareâ, you inform Namjoon before picking up your pencil.
You have been working all night with your classmate. You were assigned to work together on a project. Since the both of you had a hard time to find a good spot in your agendas to work together, you found that only today you could really work on it. So you both took the chance and ended up working all night. You pull out your phone and you notice itâs already 11 pm. Your eyes widen. âNamjoon, why didnât you wake me up? We really need to get going. Can we still get out of the building?â. He chuckles and shrugs. âThought you could use some rest, youâve only been gone for twenty minutes, so donât worry. But youâre right. We should go homeâ. You let out a small sigh before clearing out your desk. He didnât mean it bad, so you let it go. You both pack your things and go home.
As you walk your way to your dorm, you canât help but feel that same creeping feeling. You feel that darkness. Itâs not uncommon for you anymore. It has been a few years already, the moment you had your period. You have felt it ever since that moment. You can still remember the first dream about it. It was like just now, dark and alone. As if there was something or someone missing from your life. Your mother showed her concern about it and took you to a doctor, who gave you a number of a psychologist. There we thorough experiments, but no one could really tell what it was and how to get rid of it. At some point you found yourself at a more spiritual room. That was even more traumatic, as she just looked at you in fear and told you to leave within a few seconds. It got you thinking. Are you some kind of devil? Some kind of lost soul from another world, what certainly isnât holy? This time though, this last dream, it was different. Different from your other dreams. You did feel the darkness, but there was something else. It felt refreshing and warm, something you havenât felt in so long. Whatever it is, you hope that same feeling will return to you. And this time you wonât be woken up. This time it will stay with you.
ⶠA/N: heyyy, this is my first story on this account :). Hope yâall will like it! Basically is this just a story about wolf soulmates going at it, sooooo⊠enjoy? HAHA
Hey guys! I am planning on coming back to make some stories! Lately I have been very motivated. Since school is going great and I also have a lot of free time on my hands, I thought it might be nice to pick writing uo again! There are no promises, just giving you a heads up!
For my new stories I am planning on making a new account called: @softitae . I choose for this because I have a lot of not active followers and I'd like to begin with a clean slate :). There will be uploads soon! Love you guys <3.
Hey guys! Long time no seeđ». I recently started with penpalling and I'm still looking for 4 more penpals! Send me a message if you're interestedâ€â€ I upload my letters on instagram at @asadpandascorner . Follow me if you wonna :).
So idk if anyone had this too, but my eyelid has been twitching for about a month now. It only twitches when I work out or do anything else that takes some efford. I know it will go away, but itÂŽs kind of been going on too long now and itÂŽs getting really anoying.Â
Sorry that I can't poste that often, I have a lot going on in my life. When I have time, I will continue my writing. I will try to finish a story/chapter at least once a week :)
My unpopular opinion is the fact that people (not all) who get pets, get young animals (like puppies or kittens), while they can get an adult one from the shelter and give them a second chance in life. I know young animals are cute 'n all and they also have a right on a good life, but it's sad to know that there are many other pets who already had an ugly life and don't get a go to live their remaining years in a warm house with loving people.
That just had to get out of my thoughts, I don't mean to insult anyone with this. I just see a lot of youtubers adopting puppies and such and I feel like it's sad for the remaining animals, like the ones who don't even get looked at twice because of thair age. It's sad.
I am seeing this guy, he's like tall, buff and just an angel. I think I can honestly say that I feel a deep connection with him. We've been seeing each other for 2 months now and I, like the unsure gal I am, asked what we are.
He said it felt like a relationship, but without a title. Then I asked him why he hasn't asked me yet and he told me it wouldn't matter since it already feels like a relationship. So it basicly is a relationship, but without a title??? For my this 'dating'-phase means more of a try-out if the two of us will actually work (and it does). The change from 'dating' to a relationship shows me that it's steady and I can rely on him, idk. I really just want a steady relationship, not 'some kind of' relationship. Or maybe I'm just a bit old-fashioned in this matter.
So I don't really know what to do, because he sounds pretty sure of himself at this point and maybe I'm wrong. He is really good for me though, so I don't know if this matter is important enough to make a point of.
SO, anyone here that knows what to do (or maybe don't do) with this?
Thank you all for your replies, I've decides what to do. I'm going to talk it over with him again and if he doesn't co-operate I will go away :). I don't need more toxic ass people in my life. I know I'm always trying my best to not overthink stuff or that I shouldn't get mad over certain things. But this time I think I've the right to say what I want.
What did we learn? Men are stupid like usual and we don't always need to accept it đđ»
I am seeing this guy, he's like tall, buff and just an angel. I think I can honestly say that I feel a deep connection with him. We've been seeing each other for 2 months now and I, like the unsure gal I am, asked what we are.
He said it felt like a relationship, but without a title. Then I asked him why he hasn't asked me yet and he told me it wouldn't matter since it already feels like a relationship. So it basicly is a relationship, but without a title??? For my this 'dating'-phase means more of a try-out if the two of us will actually work (and it does). The change from 'dating' to a relationship shows me that it's steady and I can rely on him, idk. I really just want a steady relationship, not 'some kind of' relationship. Or maybe I'm just a bit old-fashioned in this matter.
So I don't really know what to do, because he sounds pretty sure of himself at this point and maybe I'm wrong. He is really good for me though, so I don't know if this matter is important enough to make a point of.
SO, anyone here that knows what to do (or maybe don't do) with this?
A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea!Â
Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 6.5k
Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.
Summary: Youâd never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club âLa Farceurâ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.
A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea!Â
Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 6.5k
Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.
Summary: Youâd never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club âLa Farceurâ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.
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âAgain, the so-called âJokerâ has raided another bank. 9 people have been shot during the raid, which of 4 have died. 20 people are badly wounded. This has been the fifth time this two weeks. How long do we have to wait for someone to act on this?âÂ
You attentively watch the news as you see the blurred images of the man, who calls himself âthe Jokerâ, and who does so much terrible things. You canât imagine someone being so devilish; he doesnât even do it for money youâve heard. He is pure evil; he does it for his own satisfaction and happiness. People like this really do exist, which normally isnât the case. People often do bad stuff because of lack of money or something, but he has all the money now and still continues to do bad stuff. Maybe heâs in depth with someone, it must be. Itâs the only logical explanation.Â
âThat guy is plainly sickâ, you hear your friend comment from beside you, eating cereal just like you are doing. Itâs really a tradition for the both of you to watch the news together in the morning, making that your bonding-time as roommates. Discussing politics and such. âHe must be on some shitâ, Lisa continues before taking another bite. You huff before agreeing, that man canât be right in his mind. Or maybe he was fucked up in his childhood by his father or something, anything. Luckily youâre not likely to ever have to face him, being a student. He mostly targets rich people, like banks and stuff. Well âbeing richâ is something that you certainly arenât.Â
âHe does have something hot though, I donât know whatâ, Lisa comments, making you laugh out of disbelieve. âDamn Lisa, going out with criminals now hm?â, you tease her and she nudges you back. âI mean, itâs kind off wild. It isnât a boring relationship, thatâs for sure.â You laugh even louder at that. âWell, true that honey. Still wouldnât be my first pick thoughâ, you response, shaking your head. Â Â
The both of you finish your food and get ready for your first class. You walk to the campus together, talking about anything you could think of. Youâve really grown to like Lisa. Youâve now been roommates for 5 months, you being the somewhat silent person and she being the outgoing on. You really always need one of the two between friends, otherwise it wonât work. She takes you out to parties and you make sure she goes to school. Youâre always together, having grown a strong bond together.
âSo, still up for some alcohol tonight? How about a bar or something?â, Lisa suggests and you nod. âWhy not? Itâs not like we have anything else to do.â She looks with exciting eyes at you. âWow, really? Thought you wouldâve refused. Do I see a new woman in front of me?â Lisa takes a step back as she looks at you in awe. You chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder. âWe donât have any tests or assignments, so why not? Therewith, I havenât gotten laid in ages. Itâs timeâ, you confess, carrying a frustrated face. She frowns. âHow longâ, she asks and you hold up 5 fingers. She gasps as she stops her pace beside you. âNo⊠Iâm so sorry for you. Why didnât you tell me?â She puts an arm around you as she still has a worried face, making you huff. âWell damn, itâs not something to discuss on a daily basis.â You look around you to see if anyone has heard your conversation, being slightly embarrassed. You donât see anyone, except this big guy standing along the sidewalk. He does kind of seem odd to you, but you decide not to pay any attention to him and to continue your walk with your worried friend.
You both arrive at the class, entering as Lisa keeps on asking about your sex life. âLisa stop! I will get laid tonight and I will be okay.â You stop her ramble. She pouts before agreeing. âOkay, but youâre going to have to put my sexy clothes on. A normal skirt wont do it with this missionâ, she notes and you scoff. âWhatever makes you satisfiedâ, you say before you let yourself focus on the class, which is just about to start.
âHow does one own such a tight and short dressâ, you complain as you walk down the street, trying to pull your dress further down. Lisa holds your arm hooked around hers, pulling you back up. âDonât bend down like that, your boobies will maybe pop out doing thatâ, she giggles as she shakes her head. You scoff, not liking this outfit only one bit. Yeah, you want to get laid. But like this, itâs kind of cheap and thatâs not really what you had in mind. You just want a one-night-stand, but not with some gross dude. He needs to have class and be a gentleman. But knowing Lisa, she doesnât really mind about that. And there is nothing wrong with that; the girl has needs too. Your standards are just different.
You arrive at the familiar club âLe Farceurâ, being one of the hottest clubs in the city right now. You often come here, knowing youâd get the optimal club-experience. Youâd be surprised how many clubs arenât great at all. Some clubs have old gross men on the side who keep on looking at you with there old eyes. Others just have awkward young people who donât know how to party nor to throw one. âLe Farceurâ really knows how to do it having: great DJs; cute barmen; great lights and a beautiful dance floor made out of glass. You love the club and you always feel like you walk into another universe.
âMay I get that coat?â The doorman asks and you nod, giving him exactly that. Lisa also gives her coat to the other man standing a bit further in the hall. You can already hear the music dancing off of the walls. When you take a turn to Lisa, you already see her flirting with that very guy. You donât know how she does it with that much ease, you simply canât. You can already hear Lisa say: âWhat makes you different, makes you special.â Yeah, say that to the girl who will stay alone forever in her little house with her thousand cats.
âReady?â, Lisa asks as she approaches you. You nod and the both of you enter the hall. The club is already full with sweaty dancing people. The smokers are fully on and everything looks blurry as you enter the room. Immediately Lisa grabs your hand and pushes through the crowd, trying to find the bar at the other side of the club. The music is loud as you walk through the people. Some people are singing, some are talking with their friends; some are trying to flirt with others. You like this, itâs as if anyone can finally let loose in this room. There are no worries, just maybe the growing feeling that you might throw up because of the many drinks one has taken. No tests, no pressure from school. Just loud music and beautiful people around you.
âYou want the usual?â Lisa asks and you nod. You look around as Lisa starts ordering. You can see a few familiar faces in the crowd, being people you know from school. Youâre not surprised, this is a well-known club. Everyone at the campus talks about it. About people who have hooked up there, or even split up.
âHere you go, one tequila shot, a lemon and some salt. Letâs go!â Lisa yells after putting some salt on your hand. You immediately lick it off of your hand, shot the tequila through your throat and put the lemon in your mouth. You frown out of disgust, but then laugh because of the thrill it gives you. Lisa mirrors you exact, making you laugh even more. The both of you do a few more shots before heading to the dance floor, dancing together before Lisa finds a very handsome young man to dance with.
You can feel yourself getting drunk by the second, loosing up and dancing more freely. You let yourself focus on the music, though you donât know the song. Â You donât really care though.
Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. A tall guy stands in front of you. You giggle as you take a step closer and you can recognize his face. Itâs the guy from this morning, he was standing along the sidewalk. I guess he did hear us talk and probably wants a peace. He looks mysterious, having dark glasses and this black suit on. Itâs like heâs straight out of Man In Black. You just know he could take you just the way youâve needed someone to for the last 5 months. A strong tall guy, maybe even a gentleman.
He now firmly holds your arm, almost painfully as he start dragging you through the crowd. You donât know how to react, but youâre kind off too drunk to know how. You start pulling on your arm, hoping that the guy will just let go. Itâs now that youâre beginning to panic, what does this guy want? Why is nobody stopping this guy? People see me right? They see me getting dragged out of the crowd? Or maybe Iâve done something wrong and is it security trying to escort me out. I just canât remember myself misbehaving.
You arrive at a door in the corner of the club. The guy has been silent the whole time as you were trying to follow his fast pace through the crowd. You want to be sober so you could try to make sense out of this, but you canât. Youâre stuck being this drunk fuck thatâs busy trying to keep her balance.
âWho are you?â you manage to get out. The man doesnât answer and just starts dialing some number beside the door. You figured he is taking you in there. But why? This canât be something bad, right? People didnât just let a girl dragged through the club only to get raped. Or do things like this happen this easily? Thinking about it, drunk people donât really keep an eye on others around them. So itâs possible. You begin to pull harder on your arm, even wiggling in hope that he magically let your arm go. The guy grunts, making the grip on your arm tighter. You let out a small yell out of pain, body falling in each other. You try to stay up, but together with your drunk mind you canât really keep it that way.
You hear a soft beep and the door in front of you opens. The guy drags you through the door and closes it behind you. He didnât come along with you; youâre just alone there in this room, thatâs what you think at least. You donât dare to look up; you just look down at your hands, which you canât quite get focused because of the alcohol that flows through your system. You do notice the room is pinkish and the floor from is wood. Your eyes slowly make their way up and you now see a white carpet on the ground. Something like a sofa is on the end and a little coffee table on the side.
âHe hasnât hurt you, has he?â You suddenly hear someone say at the end of the room. Your body shocks by hearing this sudden voice. It does sound familiar, like youâve heard it somewhere before, but not face-to-face. The voice doesnât give you a good feeling though. You want to look up, but youâre a bit too dizzy to do so. At this point you donât really know whatâs real anyways.
âYou look weak, I didnât fucking ask for a weak oneâ, the person says again, talking in a irritating manner. You frown, still looking down. âThen why donât you fuck offâ, you reply, not caring for the words you are using. You slowly sit up, finally finding your balance. You scan the room. You notice how the walls are red, the black ceiling and the golden decorations around the room. At the side you see a pole and you realize this must be some sex-room. At the end you see a big sofa with a man sitting on it. Heâs sitting with his legs crossed and his head hiding behind a newspaper. You frown as you start to scan the man. He has a colorful appearance, wearing some form of a suit. You can even see the top of his head, showing a green color or maybe blue? You canât really see that well, not with the blurry vision thanks to the alcohol. You do see some kind of smoke surrounding the man and when you start to smell, you just know itâs a cigarette. Â
âSo you are feistyâ, you hear him say with a smug sound. You scoff, trying to prove youâre not scared, but you fucking are. You donât know what to do, but you do know this man has power.
Then his newspaper goes down and the painted face looks back at you, a cigarette resting on his lips and showing a cocky expression. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts to race a million times faster than it already was. Itâs the fucking maniac. The guy youâve now seen for months upon months, doing terrible things against the nation. Itâs the man who has stolen billons of dollars from rich people and not hesitating to make a few kills for it.
He has a dark grin on his face, as he looks you up and down, standing up from the couch in the uncanny manner. You move your body as far as possibly away from him, that being your natural actions. How the fuck did I get in this situation. You try to move further back, but your head still tolls by the alcohol youâve been drinking merely moments ago. He walks up to you with a fast pace, making you scared. He knows what he is doing and he loves it. He loves to make people scared.
He crouches down beside you and grabs your hair, pulling it back harshly so you look into his eyes. You can hear a soft thud beside your face, being it the cigarette he puts out on the wall youâre pressed up against. His face is very close to you now, his lips hovering above yours and breath hitting against your skin. The smoke is still coming out of his mouth when he starts speaking.
âIâve heard you that you are looking for something naughty, my âlady â, he says with a low and dark voice, now letting himself sit down on your lap. You donât know how to react to this, but your body does the job as you feel a certain warmth stream through you. You feel yourself now breathe much louder and your body wants something, you can feel it. You know the feeling all too well, maybe even loving the adrenaline flowing through your body that goes with it.
No, stop (y/n). Itâs just the alcohol. You canât feel this way towards this âmanâ.
The Joker smirks down at you upon seeing you struggle underneath him. He yanks your hair back ever so slightly, exposing your delicate neck to him. His eyes meet yours, still as dark as they always are, before he reaches down and gently kissing the exposed skin, surprising you with the gently touches. Itâs not something youâd expect from such a masterminded criminal like him, the Joker. Your body shakes as you let yourself embrace the tinkling feeling on your skin, which are vastly changing into sloppy kisses and making you moan ever so quietly. Why is he so damn good at this?
âLetâs see what youâve got, babyâ, he whispers into your ear after parting his lips with your neck, he even had inspected the red skin it had turned to. Suddenly he yanks on your hair as he stands up himself, forcing you to get off the ground. You let out a small whine as you try to follow his forcing moves. He pushes you towards the couch, not so gentle anymore, and bends you over right on that spot. You inhale sharply upon this action, but you donât fight it for some reason. Your brains are telling you to scream and kick your way out of it, but the alcohol is letting that voice fade into the background together with the pounding noises from outside the wall, where people are still dancing and shouting along the music. The only thing you can focus on now is his groin pressed up against your ass, feeling so thick and long, and the way it makes your body ache for more. Â
âYou know what âLe Farceurâ stands for baby?â His hands are finding its way around your butt, tracing soothing circles and making it hard for your knees to stay up. Then, with no warner whatsoever, he pulls his hand up and lets it down with great force against your ass. You let out a small high-pitched moan, making yourself again amazed at the way this man can make you weak like this. You can hear him laugh behind you, cocky that he could make you feel this hot by only slapping you. âIt stands for âthe Jokerââ, He says, both hands groping you harshly, your body pleading you for more. You lean into him as he does so and you canât do anything but to plead out your pleasure.
âF-Fuck daddy.â
You feel another slap on your butt, but this time a bit stronger and with more passion than before. You hiss this time, not feeling any pleasure by that, rather pain. But not the kind of pain you want to run away from. Your arms almost give in by the force of the slap. He grabs your hair again and pulls you up straight against his body, his hard cock pressed up against your butt with more force. You can already taste it on your mouth.
âwho?â He asks as he moves his hips forcefully against your ass, making your back to arch into him. You love this, you love the way he makes you dripping wet, the way his cock forces its way against your ass and making you hope you didnât have any panties on.
âJ-Jokerâ, you reply, almost moaning, as he remains to move against your ass from behind you. You can practically feel the way he smirks behind you, eyes printed on you as he does so. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers wondering down. He touches every single feature of yours, beginning from your neck, down to your arms and gently groping you and making you rill all over. His hands grab the soft fabric of your dress and pull the strings over your shoulder. The newly exposed skin are immediately marked with his wet kisses, making you arch into him. You want to be closer to him. He doesnât react to it, he just continues his way down, letting the dress slowly slide off your body. You feel nervous as he does his action, too much anticipated and wanting him to fuck you already. You even let out a soft whine, hoping he would punish you or anything, but he doesnât. A mastermind indeed.
When your dress finally hits the ground, only wearing your panties now, you can feel his hands caressing your breasts. You can hear him grunt when he start pinching your nipples, pleasure getting ahead of him as he does so. You hum when he gropes your breasts with more force, pulling you closer against his body and you feel his dick again close against you. He is such a tease, being so slow with you, not fucking you immediately.
âPatience my baby girlâ, He whispers into your ear as he lets go of you. You let out a small noise, feeling so naked and untouched when you donât feel him against you anymore. You want to turn around, but you can hear a disapproving sound when you almost did. âNo can do, baby doll. Patience I saidâ, he instructed and you obeyed. How hot he might be and how much you want him inside of you, he still is one of the biggest criminals. He is still dangerous and you wouldnât want to get actually hurt by this little game he is playing with you.
You can hear something hitting the ground, some kind of fabric maybe. You donât really know where he is in the room since the noise from outside is still pounding through the walls, music and talking people getting right through. It makes you even more wet upon knowing heâs about to fuck you so hard while people are right there outside. Oh, you want him to. So badly.
âLay downâ, you suddenly hear from behind you. You say as you are told, lying down on the sofa in front of you. First you sit down, making eye contact with the man in the room and you are not upset with what you are met with. He is standing in front of you, fully naked. His body is painted with thick caramel-colored muscles, shining under the dim-pink lights around you. His legs look strong and his chest looks so inviting, something you want to have a taste of. His cock is standing strong and proudly, looking so good and delicious. You just know heâs going to fill you up the way you want him to and with that dazzling expression, he is promising he will just do that.
âYou like what you see, donât you baby?â, He declares as he sees your longing eyes, finally laid down on the sofa. You swallow back your words, knowing you canât get too excited. Youâve learned your lesson now; you wonât let him tease you that long again. You need him right now and toying with you is definitely not the way to go.
Your eyes are widened when he decides to slowly walk up to you, making your body ache of desire. His muscles move strongly, but still so delicate. You hate the fact that you canât see his face, though you still find the façade kind of exciting. His eyes still look dark when he finally reaches you, like he is fucking you with them, but not touching you yet. You squirm on your place, trying to calm yourself down and to net get too excited.
In one swift move he had placed himself above your waist, his dick throbbing as you can basically taste him. He is so close, you just have to lean forward and you can just-
âNo no, sweetheart. Iâll guide youâ, he says as he pushes you back on your place, making you whine once again. You knew you shouldnât have whined that much, because suddenly his eyes looked angry, making you shiver. He grabs your hair once again and yanks it back. There flew a shot of pain through your neck, since he has bend your neck over the handrail. You let out a small yell upon feeling that, but before you could say anything was his face already close you yours.
âWhine fucking once again and I will snap that neck.â His threat got through to you and you just nod, eyes wide open, as you feel terrified. He sits back on your waist as he suddenly puts a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it with a small lighter. You look at him with awe as he pulls his hair back and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. Though he had just threatened you, you still think he is so beautiful, in some ways.
âNow, darling. Open wideâ, He says as he suddenly closes the gab between you and his cock, his body now placed above you. You open your mouth as far as you could, your hands finding its way to his cock and placing it right in your mouth. You can hair him grunt as you lick his dick wet, making it ready for you to suck on. You begin slowly, making your mouth hallow as you let him enter your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, but still the way itâs so delicious. His hips slowly begin to rock with your movements, making a pace onto your mouth. You can now smell the smoke again and when you look up, you see him exhaling all that smoke out of his lungs.
How can one be so damn hot when smoking?
You begin to suck, making slurping sounds with your mouth as you do so. Itâs now that he grabs your hair and starts to moan a little upon feeling your mouth surrounding his cock. You make sure your hands are making rotating movements around his dick while sucking him dry. He feels the urge to go faster, so he starts pulling your head and you let him guide you. His pace is fast and itâs not easy to keep on sucking, so you instead make your mouth hallow again and let him go as deep as he wants. He loved that move and immediately makes use of it.
âYes baby, let me fuck that mouth hmmâ, he grunts as he rocks his dick as far as he could into your throat. You make gagging sounds and you have to gasp for air, but somehow that makes him hornier and he only goes faster by it. You donât really care about it, you want him to abuse your mouth like this.
âFuck I need that pussy.â He thrusts his dick as far as he could into your mouth for the last time, staying there for a few seconds, making your gasp as you almost past out for air before releasing you. You lay back as you have to come to your senses for a few seconds and look back up, seeing his cocky face with his dark eyes. He again blows out some smoke as he had just taken an inhale from that cigarette. It makes you frown in the haste of the moment, thinking of how bad smoking is. But it occurred to you that he isnât a healthy man and that a cigarette is probably the least of his problems.
He puts the cigarette down on the edge of the coffee table beside the sofa. You look at him, anticipating on his next actions.
He grabs your hips and lays you on your belly in one swift move. He then pulls your hips up, leveling with his cock. He starts dragging his cock against your damp panties, which you sadly are still wearing. Your body leans into the touch and you start to wiggle your ass, hoping he would feel more tempted to fuck you. Instead he lets his hand fall down on your butt with a great force, making you exhale sharply and feeling the way your skin burns under his touch. If anything, that made you want him even more. You could never find a better sex partner than him.
âP-Pleaseâ, you breathe out, arching yourself into him again. He presses his dick further up against you, rubbing up and down. âPlease what, my princessâ, he asks and you immediately reply. âPlease⊠Jokerâ
He suddenly pulls your panties to the side and you are met with something other than his dick. You can feel his tongue gliding between your folds, licking up and down. Your body sinks down and your ass perks up, wanting him to hit certain spots. He finds your clit with ease and his hand begins to toy with the little nub, making circular motions. You moan into the sofa as he finally gives you the relieve youâve been searching. He even ads another finger into the mix, inserting it into your hole. His fingers a tall and thick as it moves through your insides, hitting al the right spots when hit curls inside of you. Nobody has ever known to pleasure you like this, not even once.
Through all of this he hasnât stopped to taste you and even groan when he does so. He seems to enjoy you so much; he has never felt such passion with anyone before. Nobody ever really wants to fuck him, he is the Joker nonetheless. They are always afraid of him; so he often has to force them, really, and after that probably kill these women. But you, you have the same kind of crazy mind like he has. The way you want to stay good, but for him youâd do everything. His little slut. And no way he will throw that away. He will keep you, his own little whore to enjoy.
Your body begins to shake as he keeps on pleasuring you and you feel great heath rising in you. You canât help yourself but to reach behind you and grab his hair, you need to hold something. In return, he grabs that hand and forces it down beside you and pushing your ass way further back so he can insert his tongue into you. Out of pleasure, you begin to moan loudly, calling his name multiple times. He keeps on thrusting into you and rubbing your clit when you finally come, the heath finally bursting out of you and leaving you breathless on that sofa.
You can feel his eyes on your back, probably smirking for the thousandth time as he sees you laying there, body still weak as youâve just cum. That rest didnât take long as he turns you back on your back and pulling your legs upwards, hooking them on his shoulders. You look up into his eyes, still breathing loudly as you do so. He looks back in yours, an uncanny grin on his face as his cigarette is back in his mouth. He blows some smoke out into your face, making you cough slightly. His grin turns into a small laugh upon seeing you like this, taking another inhale before taking out the cigarette and connecting your lips.
You inhale the smoke into your lungs as he kisses you with all the passion he has to offer. Your tongues immediately connect an you again can feel his cock pushing up against your entrance, making your inhale against his lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue as he slowly rocks his hips up and down, feeling your wetness against him. He grunts and his breath begins to make a pace. He makes one swift move, putting his cigarette back down before saying: âYou really are one special slut, arenât you my love?â
With that he suddenly thrusts his cock inside of you, breaking your lips apart as you inhale sharply. The pain shoots through your body, not being used to his size and also not having had sex for a couple of months. You grab his arms out of discomfort, nails digging into his flesh and making him his too. He stops moving by that as he looks at you, expression filled with passion, though you canât see it since your eyes are tightly closed in pain.
âEasy baby doll, relaxâ, he says, leaning down to your ear. He slowly starts kissing you on that spot, trying to make you focus on his lips and not on the pain that shoots through you. Like magic, you can only focus on his kisses and you start to hum in enjoyment. You thought he wouldnât stop for you to adjust, but he does. That isnât something the âJokerâ would do, is what you thought. Maybe he is just a big softy from the inside?
As his kisses become rougher, his hips slowly start to move, at first a bit rough, but slowly better and better. You begin to moan against his shoulders as his pace goes faster with the second, eyes frowning by the pleasure it is bringing you. Your arms find their way around his neck as you try to get him closer to you, smelling his scent and savoring it in your memories. God, you hope you can remember this tomorrow.
His pace has gone up again and is now pounding into you, skin making loud noises against each other in the room. Your moans are just as loudly heard, slipping through your lips when you are not kissing his neck. You love the way his body is so close to you, how he feels so good and big inside of you. He fills you up better than youâd thought he would. Everything is better than youâd thought, he is the perfect man. He knows just the right ways to please you, like how he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Damn Joker, you look like a criminal but fuck like a goddamn god.
âFuck, you are so tight and so good. So well behaved, my little dollâ, he mutters under his breath as he grabs your throat, putting a soft pressure on it. You feel the way your air ways are getting blocked until you can barely breath and you canât help yourself but to moan. You want him to own you like this, to make you his slut. âSuch a fucking freak.â His eyes are so dark as he leans down to kiss you again, hand still on your throat and hips slamming into yours. You donât know what to do with yourself as the pleasure rushes through you, heath again growing inside of you.
Itâs then that he pulls out of you, making you pout as he does so. He smirks down at you before he grabs your legs and unhooking them from his shoulders. He sits down on the couch, legs spread widely as he grabs his still-lightened cigarette from the little coffee table. He takes another inhale before exhaling again, letting the smoke wander into the room. You look at him in awe as you sit right up, admiring his looks again. His silhouette looks so beautiful from this angle and the smoke seems to almost dance around him.
âTake a seat, darling.â He really loves naming you things and it always seems to work on you, since you get wetter every time. You do as he tells you and sit on his lap. He looks up at you, silent as he observes every single detail of your face, taking a few smokes a he does so. He then leans in to slowly lick your breast, making circular movements around your nipple. You hum in pleasure as you push your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on it until you canât get any fuller. He grunts against your breasts, loving the feeling of you around him.
You move your hips up and down, slowly building up. He keeps on looking at you as he takes his inhales from his cigarettes, making you feel enchanted by his state of being. He does it just so well.
He puts his cigarette down again and starts to move with your hips, making a faster pace. You now are breathing loudly again as your body works hard to keep the pace that he wants and you canât help but moan loudly because of it. He grabs your hips as he bounces you up and down his dick, making wet noises with your pussy rushing against his skin. He seems to love the noise as he keeps on trying to go harder into you. You pull your head back as you get lost in the pleasure he is giving you, body slightly beginning to tremble as the heath slowly grows into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to cum even harder than the last time. Your pussy clenches by the feeling and your body twitches, as you canât help but to fall into his arms. He holds you, but doesnât lose his pace as he also finds his own high. He makes a few hard thrusts as he suddenly comes into you, dick buried deep inside of you as he does so.
You both breathe loudly as you lay on top of him. He holds you tightly against his body when he still makes the last few strokes inside of you. He wants to burry that cum very deep inside of you, youâre his and thatâs where his cum should be too.
âCrazy girlâ, he breathes out into your neck and you canât help but to chuckle at that. Youâve just fucked the Joker, the person you basically hated. But you couldnât get enough of him, though he might be a criminal. This must be some Stockholm syndrome or something.
âYouâre now mine, baby girl.â
Your eyes widen for a second, but then you realize that you probably donât have a choice. Heâs one of the bad guys and is probably the best one there is. You donât have any input in this. Thatâs what you tell yourself at least. Whatâs really going on is, he fucks well and he feels good with you. You know itâs not good for wanting him, but itâs the plain truth and you actually donât give a shit about it anymore.Â
âYou will live with me, you donât have to do anything but to fuck with me like a good girlâ, he says before leaving small kisses on your neck. You hum by the feeling, again tingling your neck. âI donât care, as long as I stay with youâ, you answer and he huffs. âYou really are my crazy doll, arenât you?â
He hooks your legs around his waist, dick still buried inside of you and standing up. You cling close to him, as he seems to walk to a wall, pinning you up against it and pounding a few times into you, making you moan by the similar sensation. Then he continues his walk towards some door and opens it without hesitation, you still clinging onto him. A man is standing there, the same man who had brought you into this room. You widen your eyes and you try to hide yourself, but instead you only hear the Joker chuckle.Â
âWeâll be staying here for a couple of hours, get it doneâ, he says to the man before closing the door again. He lets you slowly slide down, his dick now out of you as he pins you to the door, which has been closed. He looks deep into your eyes with a small smile, looking like a different person.
A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).
Chapter: Day 1 - The Mystery-man
Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 4.3K
Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, parent-problems, splitting parents.Â
Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you arenât âsome peopleâ and that has gotten you at wrong places.
Masterlist
Twelve and a half days agoâŠ
 Itâs about 11 pm when you hear them again, yelling at each other with all the rage of the world. Youâre sitting on your bed, looking down at your hands as you try to ignore all the noise coming from outside your room. Something breaks downstairs, sounding like a vase or maybe a glass? You grab your phone, which lies besides you. You turn up the volume of the music youâre listening right now, focusing on it. Itâs now on its highest volume, the noise now making crunching sounds through the song. Itâs almost irritating to listen to, but everything is better than the yelling voices of your parents. You lay yourself back on your bed, hiding under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just try to ignore it.
 You were never the type to be influenced by anyone. A strong person, thatâs how you saw yourself a year ago. That was until your parents started to have certain problems with each other. Well⊠these problems were always an issue. It was only until their buckets were full and the âissuesâ couldnât be ignored anymore. It was actually about 10 weeks ago that your father called its quits with your mother, after about 2 years of coupleâs therapy. Your house fell apart and you are caught right in the middle of it. And of course, that isnât even the issue. Itâs their problem, not yours. But when your mother wakes you up in the middle of night, crying about your father and only talking bad about him, that does make you very sad.
 Why canât she fucking move on already.
 You suddenly hear a door being slammed close, sounding like the front door. You quickly get out of your bed, holding your phone in your hand as you look out of your window. You see your father walking away from the house, kicking some bushes on the sidewalk out of rage. Your eyes are looking sad as you see him walking away for the hundredth time in the past few weeks. Splitting parents always have business to take care of, like the economic aspects. But they canât agree on anything. Your mom doesnât really have a great job, being an elderly-caretaker. And she loves her job. She is one of those people who only wants to give and loves every single human being. She judges no one and wouldnât want to lose a single soul out of her life. Your father, on the other side, is a train operator and has a solid income. Together they could afford this house. But since my mom can keep the house, she would have to pay it herself, though she obviously canât. So now they argue about that, along with my mom who just wants her husband back in her life.
You see him turn a corner, now showing his angry-looking face for a split second. He just goes away like that, not caring
 âHe hasnât even said goodbye to meâ, you whisper to yourself as a tear makes its way down your face.
 You start focusing on the stars, which shining as pretty as always. Your family falls apart and you canât do anything about it. How things like this can make a strong woman like you, make you cry on a beautiful evening like this. You often blame yourself for making it so personal, to feel so sad about it. Like itâs your own fault for making it influence you. âYour father is an assholeâ, you hear as your mother comes in. You put off your earphones as you face her. Her eyes look tired as she sits down on your bed and starts to cry. âHe has a girlfriend (y/n), the same woman from 4 years ago. He has cheated on meâ, She almost yells, her face resting in the palms of her hands.
 These nights always go like this. She gets mad at your father for some reason and you have to find your way through it. You love your dad and your mom equally. They donât understand that, sharing everything with you and slowly makes you broken inside. You would never share your problems with your child like this; you simply donât know what to do. You feel guilty, sad and just want to get away from the situation. But thatâs not today, because your mother needs you. And thatâs what youâre going to do. You will hear everything and you will ignore the way you feel about it. Because your mother has no one to turn to, she is alone in this and youâre the only one she could let her heart out to. Even though it makes you sad, you will let it be.
 âHey, you okayâ, Jimin asks you as he approaches your desk, sitting right next to you. You lift your head up from your desk as you had taken a small nap. âYeah, just tired. Thatâs all.â You stretch your back as you let out a yawn, now facing Jimin. He smiles at you, making you a bit happier too. He always has the ability to do that, make you happy on moments you thought you couldnât be.
 His hand makes its way to your neck, slowly massaging it. Itâs really his thing to do when he notices you arenât feeling that well. He just doesnât use any words, because if you wanted to talk about it, you wouldâve done that by now. So instead he just tries to sooth you with his hands and it truly does miracles. Itâs a warm feeling that starts to glow right by your heart, a good friend. A friend youâve known since second grade when he came live here with his family. He couldnât really speak any English, since they are from Korea and were trying to seek that âAmerican dreamâ elsewhere. When you look at Jimin now, you see happiness, and that is way of an improvement from when you had just met him. He was such a scared little boy. You were the first one to try to make friends with him, but that was because you were quite an outsider too. Together youâve grown and youâd never want to lose him.
 âTalk to me when youâre readyâ, He says with his soothing voice, before loosing his grip on you as the professor walks in. The class begins, finally a moment you can stop thinking about all the bad things.
 âSooo⊠Tonightâ, Jimin begins his sentence, looking with bright eyes at you. You huff as you shake your head, remembering your promise to him. You open your locker, changing your books for the next class âApplied Psychologyâ.
âYou better keep the promiseâ, He says as he punches your shoulder. You scoff, giving him a sarcastic expression. âYeah Jimin, I will wear that playboy outfit, but I swear if you donât I will-â. He interrupts you by blocking your mouth with his hands. âSilence my child; you know Iâm a hoe; of course I will come dressed up like a stripper. How could you doubt meâ, He says and he has a point. If someone is a diva, itâs this mess beside you. You shake your head out of disbelieve at what he just said before you start licking his hand, wanting him to let you go. âHey! You dirty girl, save that for some dickâ, He yells as he tries to dry his hand on his jeans. You look at him with mischief, winking at him before making your way to your class.
 âSee you on 8 pm at my placeâ, you yell at Jimin before disappearing between the crowds.
 âHey mom, tonight is that party I talked about. So I will go to Jimin around 8 to get dressedâ, you say mindlessly as you walk into the living room. She hums, focused on her laptop, seeming to play some game. You sigh to yourself, putting your back on the dining table before getting a glass of milk out of the kitchen. She doesnât really have any attention for you anymore. You donât blame her though. She has it difficult. âYou know (y/n), that skank your father is now with has mental issues. She has borderline your father told me 4 years ago. She had said she would try to find someoneâs weakness and use that to get what she wants.â Your mother starts telling. You immediately feel miserable; you donât want to hear this. You donât care and your mother shouldnât either.
 âSo? Thatâs his problem and maybe this woman has changedâ, you try to reason. Your mother shakes her head. âNo this woman tries to break this family.â You scoff. âYou didnât need that woman for thatâ, you say like itâs obvious.
â(y/n), my life is a complete mess because of this. It hurts and I donât want to do anything.â You want to go away. âI donât want to fucking live anymore (y/n), I canât see any reason anymore.â
And suddenly your rage goes from a zero to a hundred.
 âDonât fucking joke about that shit mom, you fucking have me. You need to get over your sorry self. Itâs your own fault for being in this shit, you couldâve been over this for weeks, but you donât do shit. You just keep on playing the victimâ, you yell, anger dripping off of your words. You canât take it anymore. Everything, why hasnât it stopped yet. Why canât your mom get over it and try to rebuild her life? It has been 2 months already, maybe even more. She keeps on asking my father these questions and she keeps on getting bad answers, because he IS getting over all of it. He is moving on, he wants a new life. She keeps on making you meddle into it and youâve never asked for it. âMom I canât do this today, Iâm going to Jiminâ, you say before storming out of the house, taking your back with you. You go to the nearest bus stop and take the first bus to Jiminâs neighborhood. You put your earphones in, put on some sad music and jus let yourself cry. You need to let it out; you donât care what other people think. Holding it in it never the right option, is what youâve learned. Fuck everyone, all toxic people. They just need to go out of your life and annoy someone else.
 Your body stiffens up as you feel a hand being placed on your shoulder. You turn around to the person as you pull your earphones away. Itâs a guy, an unfamiliar guy. His eyes look worried, as he seemed to have asked you something. Your heart starts to race as you remember that you were just crying your eyes out and you immediately start to dry your tears. You laugh slightly out of shyness, not knowing really what to say at this point accept âSorry, had a bad day.â His face clears up a bit as he sits next to you. âGood, a beautiful girl like you shouldnât be crying like thatâ, he notes as he helps you cleaning your eyes. You look at him with aw as his soft hands make their way across your face.
 He is around your age, probably older. His skin looks soft and has a caramel tone. His eyes are a bit moon-shaped and they spark joy, like Jiminâs do. Your eyes scan his hair, beautiful and puffy, his lips also look so plump and kissable. He is a gorgeous human being, thatâs for sure. He even knows how to dress and thatâs not something you could say from many men. His hand is still caressing your face before slowly letting go, smiling at you as he does.
 âYou a bit better?â he asks as he sits back a bit, looking you up and down for a split second. You nod, blushing a bit. He laughs slightly as he grabs your cheek, squishing it in a cute manner. You whine a bit, hating it when people do that but still smiling because itâs this guy. âOh! Whining now? I see how it isâ, he says as he laughs. You look up at him with mischief, your body leaning up against him as you flirt a bit. How can you blame yourself? He is hella handsome.
 You suddenly hear a voice calling a street, being the street you need to be at. You quickly push the âstopâ button, signaling the driver to stop by the next bus station. âSorry, this is my stopâ, you say to the unknown man. He scoffs as he stands up, making way for you to come by. You show him a small smile as you try to walk past him, but he grabs your arm, making you turn around. His face is suddenly very close, making your eyes widens and heart to pound very quickly. He now shows a smirk before saying: âI hope we meet again.â He lets go of your arm and you almost stumble away, still catching yourself as the bus stops. Your heart still pounds like crazy when you step out of the bus. You turn your focus to the bus, trying to catch a small sight of the mystery man. He sits on your old place in the bus, smirking down at you and sending you a wink. You huff at the sight, did that really just happen?
 You continue your way to Jiminâs house, being only 20 minutes away. Itâs at this point that you try to get that guy out of your head and to focus back on the real world. Itâs about 5 oâclock; you went away from home early because your mother made you crazy. Now youâre here without your Halloween costume and without any other items to stay over at Jiminâs. Great, I shouldâve thought this through before I stormed out of there.
 You arrive at the apartment complex. You walk up the 4 stairs to Jiminâs floor and clock on his door. It takes a bout a few seconds before someone opens the door. Itâs Jimin, seemingly just gotten out of bed. He has a questionable expression on his face.
âWhy so early?â
âI didnât want to be homeâ, you simply say. There is no need to lie to him, he knows your struggles and you trust him enough. âI forgot my costume thoughâ, you confess, having a painful expression on your face, because you know he wouldnât be happy to hear that at all. And you were right, because his face went from worried to very unimpressed. âYou serious (y/n)â, He says with much disappointment.
You look at him with the saddest eyes you could possibly make. He shakes his head. âNo, that face isnât going to work on me.â You start to pout, hoping he will buy it. You even make a step closer, grabbing his arm. âI had to storm out Jimin, please forgive meâŠâ you say as sad as you could. He sighs as he looks at you for a few seconds more. He then nods for you to come inside. You immediately smile as you do a little dance before going inside. âYouâre the best!â
 âWhat will you wear thoughâ, Jimin asks as he walks to the kitchen, making some tea for you to calm down. âI donât know, I donât think I want to dress up anymoreâ, you confess, sitting down on the kitchen counter. He looks with a quite shocked expression at you. âNo no, youâre going in a costumeâ, he says, pouring hot water in a cup, âyou will look bad beside me honey.â You scoff, like you care about that. You always look bad beside him; heâs one good-looking boy. âI look like this Jimin, maybe you can paint my face like a clown, that I am anywaysâ, you say, making Jimin laugh. âYou are speaking facts.â You make a offended-noise, slapping his shoulder before taking the cup of tea he had just prepared for you. âThatâs good enough I guessâ, Jimin says, âAnd if you just loose the leggings, shorten that skirt a bit and make that shirt a crop-top, it should work.â Jimin looks at your body as he pictures it in your mind before nodding to himself. âA sexy clown.â You laugh at his comment, shaking your head.
âSounds like a plan then.â
 âYou sure 10 pm isnât too eralyâ, Jimin asks as the both of you walk up to a big house. You pull your shoulders up, but when you come closer to the house, you already see many people inside. âShouldnât be a problem I guess.â
You ring the doorbell before waiting for someone to open the door. You can hear the loud music from the inside, people dancing and laughing. People are quite early partying already, maybe even drunk. Then you know a party is good. The door opens and you see Joy standing in the opening. She has the classic cat-woman outfit on and it hugs her body on all the right places. You immediately feel Jimin making a step closer, making you huff. Sometimes he is such a dog for anything sexual and not only with girls. But thatâs him, a great but sexual best friend. And not even one time has he tried anything with you, being in a more of a brother-sister relationship. That would just be unnatural.
âJoy, looking great as alwaysâ, Jimin notes as he takes another step closer to her. Her expression becomes smiley and a bit shy, like any other girl reacts on him. He really is one of the good-looking men on school and you being his best friend, does put some pressure on you some times. There are always rumors about you two being together, girls are therefore jealous on you. You got used to it though and you would never let yourself being driven away from Jimin. He is your best-friend-soulmate.
Joy letâs the both of you inside, immediately stepping into a whole other universe. Everywhere around you are people in costumes, ones more serious than the other ones. Mostly itâs just sexy and skintight costumes by the girls and very simple costumes or the guys. Everyone seems to have a great time, dancing on the beat of the music and others just kissing one another in some corner. Itâs a good party, you can tell, whatâs quite rare. Some people really just donât know how to throw one. Ones Jimin and you went to some party where people were just playing games on the ground, no music and a bit alcohol. Jimin and you just went outside and held your own party with some beers and night-talks. Actually one of the most rememberable moment with Jimin, how lame that party even was. Great talks are hard to forget.
âIâll get us some drinksâ, Jimin yells over the music, before leaving you in the crowd. You just walk over to a couch, which was half-covered with kissing teenagers. A few years ago, you wouldâve stayed away from these kinds of scenes, but youâve learned not to care about it. Jimin always just takes you to all the parties and youâve actually met a few people because of that. Youâve made more friends and youâve become more social.
You let your gaze scan through the room. The house is quite big, being a single house and Joy having rich parents. She often throws parties like these, since her parent let he. One of the perks of being rich I guess, though itâs quite sad that her parents donât really care. They never had really cared, Joy once told you when she had thrown another party, being drunk as fuck and telling you all her secrets. She also told you she had a big crush on Jimin, but that she isnât trying to be friends with you because of that. She genuinely thinks youâre cool, so now youâre friends.
Your eyes fall upon a group guys in the corner, seeing Jimin merge between them with his two drinks for you still in his hands. He greets a few guys and then reaches one particular guy, Jungkook. Jimin always loves to come closer to this guy at parties, for intimate reasons. It normally takes about 30 minutes until they had gone off to some corner of room, but this time it apparently took about 3 minutes. You laugh to yourself upon seeing the two already kissing, Jimin pushing Jungkook away and probably telling him that he has to bring the drinks to me. You see Jimin walking back to you, a happy expression across his face.
âYou horny bitchâ, you yell at him as he gives your drink. He just winks at you before heading off back to Jungkook, who receives him with open arms. You scoff before drinking your drink and standing up. You go take a little walk through the crowd, looking for someone you know, which you for some reason donât find. The bodies around you just jump around you on the music as you try to get through them and to not let your drink fall, which fails.
âFuckâ, you curse to yourself as the drinks falls over your white shirt, which is now see-through. You quickly try to make your way to a bathroom, so you could try to clean it. When you find a bathroom, you open it, being lucky no one is in there kissing or anything. You close the door behind you and all the music has suddenly become silent. Only faint noises could now be heard, locking you in a quiet save-space. Again another universe where you could take a break from the loud people. Though youâve just been here for a few minutes, so much rest is not needed. But you canât really find anyone you know; you mostly see a lot of freshmen, new faces actually. Itâs a chance to meet new people, but youâre not really up for that. You werenât really up for this party anyways, not after last night, no. Youâd rather just be in bed, watch some Netflix maybe. But Jimin wanted you to come with and maybe some distraction wouldnât hurt.
You get a tissue and try to clean your shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you do so. Suddenly the door opens, making you turn to the person.
âWhat?â
The now familiar face stands in front of you and your heart immediately begins to pound faster. Itâs him, the mystery man. His skin is still as beautiful as ever, his eyes and his lips still so remarkable. His face turns happy the moment he sees you, but also surprised and probably mirroring your face. He recognizes you, you think at least. He is easily recognizably, being in a Joker-costume but only having the slightest of make-up on. You are in full-covered clown make-up, making it a bit harder.
âItâs my cry-baby!â He exclaims as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you. âAnd youâre the mystery-man!â You say in the same tone. He smiles with much joy, looking you up and down. He gives you a satisfies expression, grabbing your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You let out a little squeak, as your face now looks shocked by being this close to him. âI guess youâre now the Harley Quinn to my Joker, hmm?â His voice is suddenly very deep, his face so close to yours as he barely touches your lips. You swallow, mouth watering by the beauty of this man. You allow yourself to let your hands slide up his torso. You want to feel him closer to you, the attraction is not normal. You feel his hands do the same thing, hands dragging up your skin and feeling every curve. Your whole body leans into his touch, maybe even pleading fro more. His expression is dark and even devilish as he shows a smirk.
âYou want moreâ, He notes and you let out a sigh upon feeling him grabbing your ass, squishing it softly. You havenât let yourself being this open this quickly before, but you donât think you will regret this. You let your hands slide down to his belt, slowly rubbing whatâs under it and you can feel it grow under your tough. It was now his turn to let out a growl, pulling you closer as he curses: âShit baby, you really are a horny bitch arenât you.â Youâve never been called this before, but you donât mind. You only get wetter upon hearing him calling you things. You want him, now.
His lips finally touch you, as he had kept on teasing you. His kiss is filled with lust as he backs you up to the bathroom wall. He pins you up against it as you arch yourself into his body. You both breathe loudly into each otherâs mouth, kissing with much passion, his hands holding yours high above your head. His kisses turn passionate and before you knew, were his lips on your neck. You feel your body rill by the feeling, knees feeling weak, as you want him to just fuck you against this very wall. You want all of him right now, dick pounding into you.
He suddenly lets you go, stepping away from you. He smirks down at you as you look confused back at him. He suddenly has your phone in his hands, your eyes widen as you try to grab it away from him. He just holds it very high in his hands, as he seems to dial someone. âGive back!â You yell, jumping to get the phone, but he is too fast. He runs around as you follow him through the bathroom and when he is finished, he gives your phone back like nothing has happened. You frown at him, checking your phone on what he has just done.
âThatâs my numberâ, he says when you see he has called someone. You cock your head to the side. âI thought it would be nice to know you first before I-â, he grabs your waist again and pulls you close, his lips beside your ear, âfuck you real good.â You feel another wave of pleasure going through your body by hearing that sentence.
He lets you go again, winking at you before disappearing out of the room, back into the crowd. You just stand there, clothes everywhere and make-up ruined.
A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).
Chapter: Pilot
Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 945
Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, force, loverboys, sexual abuse, swearing, sexual content,
Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren't 'some people' and that has gotten you at wrong places.
Your face remains down as you hear the door open. Every second suddenly feels like 10 more as the time goes on. You're just sitting there, fixated on your feet which are carefully crossing each other on the ground, your hands squishing the fabric of the unfamiliar sheets. You can see your bruises, handprints which now paint your skin. It's all so unfamiliar. The only thing that does feel familiar is that feeling. The feeling you always have during these 'moments'. Your heart pounds like you've just ran three marathons. Your head spins and you can't fixate. You know that doesn't just happen, that's not something you'd usually do. It must be something in that damn drink they always give me. Sweat begins to drip off of your face, though he told me so often to stop that. How can I stop it?
It's common for you to have these kind of 'thoughts' during these 'moments'. You call them 'moments', because the correct words make your heart ache. You know what's awaiting you and you know you will feel about a thousand times worse and terrified than you are right now. Â If I just knew where I was. But you don't and it wouldn't matter if you did know. He says I can't know anything, and that's what you will go with. Knowing nothing will always be better than knowing something, certainly in this industry.
The door closes. finally, Just get it over with already.
The time it takes for these men to close the door, is nothing compared with the time they take to have to walk to you. It's the moment they slowly reveal their ugly selves. Â They have zero shame for the things they do to girls like you. Though they are 'costumers', it's well known this isn't legal. These girls aren't allegedly letting themselves getting punched, tortured and sexual abused. They know what they are doing, but they don't really give a fuck. And here you are, right on the spot where no fucks were given and you are the one getting literally nothing out of it besides hurt.
It has been about 2 days since you've been here, since that 'person' had taken you to this place. It had been about 12 days since you even met this person and began to trust him. It's so easy to fall for lies from others. So easy to fool others and get profit out of it. You knew this world excised, but more like 10 years ago. They were just stories and happened to a couple of girls around the country, you thought. But that It'd ever would've happened to you wouldn't be something you would've expected. But here you are, in an unknown bed. Your own familiar clothes burned to ashes, letting you only wear the slightest of lingerie. Forcing you to lay there, chained up in this bed and letting men use you for nights-and-nights on. If you could choose between death and this, it wouldn't be a hard choice anymore, if you were to ever get to a balcony. Or if they even have a balcony. Am I even in the city?
You slowly dare to look up at the man. He is tall, probably about mid-40s. His face is pale and tired. He could be someone's father or husband, but no, he is in this room waiting for you to stand up and let him use you the way he wants to. Or maybe he is one of those gentle customers, though that isn't common. With you, in your 2-day experiences, that hasn't happened yet. Other girls in the building would be all happy when they had a 'softy' and they would have finally been treated like a 'princes' again. For these girls it has been too long. Too long that they had been suffered through these people and it has become the only thing they know. I need to stop fucking thinking. Thinking makes you feel just miserable. You will realise, over-and-over again, how bad your situation is. How bad you miss your family, your life. How much you regret you've chosen the wrong fucking guy. You could've just looked a little bit further than that fucking face of his, there must have been signs. How could you ever let this happen to you, why couldn't you have been more careful?
Train of thoughts, which all these are, they will go away. Just like the saying goes: they are like trains. They come on by in a high speed, wheels making loud noises, making you feel nervous. The moment it passes you, you feel overwhelmed and a bit shaky, because the train is going so-so fast. It's almost when it's gone, that you've realized it was just a train and it's nothing to be overwhelmed about. It passes like any other thought, it's just a bit more scary than others. You just need to remind yourself to stay calm, then nothing will go wrong. But can it even get more wrong than the situation you're already in and can't get out? Â
'Hi sweetheart, you ready?'
You again look up at the big man. He is unbuttoning his blouse, dark eyes on his face as he does so. You feel all kinds of shivers running through your body as he seems to undress you with those bleak eyes, your alarm bells are going off like crazy upon seeing this man disclosing himself. Your body screams for you to stand up and walk right out of that door. But fuck, you know better. You know better than to walk out of there and let those men push you straight back inside. You know it is no use; you will only make it worse. They will make you worse.
'Why don't you get on your knees?'
And it starts.
I guess Iâve become a emo now, but I donât mind some depth in my work :)
