Quiet Neighborhood Park • South Korea • Summer Afternoon • Old Oak Tree • Hidden Woodland Path • Urban Crime Underworld
📝 Word Count:
~3k | Status: Complete
💄 Summary:
Y/N thought she'd found safety.
After a dangerous encounter with local bullies, a mysterious older man named Kim Taehyung stepped into her life like a guardian, offering kindness, comfort, and protection in a world that had rarely shown her either.
To everyone else, he was a man whispered about in fear , a street enforcer with blood on his hands and secrets buried beneath a charming smile.
To her...
He was simply Tae Bear.
But behind every gentle touch lies an obsession years in the making.
As innocence collides with manipulation, affection slowly becomes control, leaving Y/N to question whether the man who rescued her was ever her savior at all or simply the first person to quietly cage her heart.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Dark Romance
↳ Psychological Manipulation
↳ Grooming Dynamics
↳ Crime & Gang Activity
↳ Obsession
↳ Possessive Love Interest
↳ Emotional Dependency
↳ Innocence Corrupted
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Moral Corruption
↳ Manipulation Disguised as Protection
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
⚠️ Dark Psychological Themes
🩸 Crime & Violence References
⚠️ Emotional Manipulation
⚠️ Grooming Dynamics
⚠️ Obsessive Behaviour
⚠️ Coercive Relationship Dynamics
⚠️ Power Imbalance
⚠️ Possessive Love Interest
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Themes
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains dark romance, psychological manipulation, crime, coercive relationship dynamics, violence references, and other mature themes intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
- keep your girl head in my tommy boxers👅
She had no fucking idea how long I’d been watching her.
From the shadows of that dingy alley near her house, I first saw her properly all soft curves wrapped in that plain school uniform, books clutched to her chest like a shield. Y/N. Sweet little Y/N with her plump pink lips, pale skin, and those big, innocent doe eyes that made my cock twitch every single time. She was everything I wasn’t: soft, pure, untouched. And I wanted to ruin her. Slowly. Completely.
I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m the guy people cross the street to avoid. Red jacket, silver studs on the cuffs, black mesh gloves, bandana tied around my hair the streets know me. I collect debts, break bones when necessary, run with people who don’t ask questions. But her? She made me feel like a starving animal.
I’d seen her before that day laughing with her friends at the tteokbokki stall, sketching under the oak tree in the park, her floral dresses fluttering around those thick thighs. I followed her from a distance more times than I’d admit. I knew her schedule. I knew her parents worked late. I even had copies of her house keys made.
The day those senior bitches cornered her in the alley, I stepped in without thinking. One of them raised her hand to slap my pretty girl and something dark snapped inside me. I didn’t care they were girls. I made them regret it. When Y/N looked up at me with those wide, grateful eyes and called me her “Tae Bear” a few days later… I was done for.
I played the part perfectly. Walking her home from school. Listening to her dreams about becoming a sketch artist. Letting her ramble about her books while my hand rested on her waist, feeling the soft give of her body. Every noon I’d sneak into her pastel pink room while she was at school breathing in her strawberry scent, stealing her cute pink bow bra, wrapping it around my thick cock and stroking myself until I painted it white. I was hard for her constantly. Even when I was out collecting money or handling business with the crew, one glimpse of her curvy figure in the distance had me throbbing.
Today was the day I stopped pretending to be patient.
She was waiting for me in the park like the good girl she was sitting under our tree in that soft green gingham dress that hugged her tits and flared out around her wide hips. The lace hem brushed her thighs. Her hair was loose with a matching bow. She looked like a fucking dessert.
I parked my bike and walked over, sliding my hand around her waist the second I reached her. She leaned into me without hesitation. So trusting.
We walked for a bit while she yapped about her little problems some friend being mad at her, an argument with her mom. I played the sweet card. “Don’t worry about that, my pretty girl.” But my mind was elsewhere. I was suffering. Every sway of her hips, every innocent glance I wanted to bend her over and bury myself inside her right there.
I guided her back under the tree where her novel and sketchbook still lay on the blanket. Time to test the waters.
I started with questions. Light at first, then filthier. I watched her cheeks flush, her thighs press together. She was curious. My innocent little thing had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
She obeyed so sweetly, sinking down onto the blanket in that pretty dress, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. I pulled my cock out heavy, thick, veined, already leaking. Her reaction was perfect. Wide eyes, parted lips, that little gulp.
“Baby, see this thing? Yeah?” I stroked it slowly in front of her face. “It’s called a dick… a cock. And soon it’s going to be in your pretty mouth.”
“M-my m-mouth?” Her voice trembled. “But that’s so dirty… and how is it going to fit? It’s so big… so massive…”
I laughed low, the sound dark even to my own ears. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I’ll make it fit even if I have to make you choke on it.”
Her gaze dropped to my heavy balls. I smirked, grabbing her soft hand and pressing it against them. “Feel that? That’s my pent-up load, baby. All for you.”
“T-Tae… Tae Bear…” she whispered, biting that plump lip.
I made her massage them, then pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing my leaking cock across her soft cheeks and nose, smearing precum over her skin. “Smell that masculine scent, baby? It’s making your little pussy crave cock, isn’t it?”
She nodded, already breathing faster.
“Open.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. I rested the fat head on her warm tongue first, letting her feel the weight. The sight of her looking up at me with her mouth full nearly made me cum on the spot.
I started gentle guiding her to kiss and lick from my balls to the tip, brushing her hair back almost tenderly. But the beast inside me won. I fisted her hair, undoing that innocent bow and turning it into a messy ponytail. Then I fucked her face.
Hard. Deep. Filthy.
She gagged and choked, drool spilling down her chin onto her green dress, eyes watering. I groaned like an animal, hips snapping, using her pretty mouth like a toy. “That’s it… take it, you innocent little cocksucker.”
When I was close, I pulled out. She gasped for air, head hanging. I slapped her cheek lightly. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I stroked myself over her face and came hard thick, long ropes of cum painting her flushed cheeks, her lips, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits and dress.
“Fuck… pretty thing,” I muttered, coming down from the high.
I knelt and gently cleaned her up with my bandana, kissing her forehead like the sweet Tae Bear she still thought I was. But we both knew something had shifted. I’d had a taste, and I wasn’t stopping.
She was mine to corrupt now.
And I was only getting started.
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A/n:
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Quiet Neighborhood Park • South Korea • Summer Afternoon • Old Oak Tree • Hidden Woodland Path • Urban Crime Underworld
📝 Word Count:
~3k | Status: Complete
💄 Summary:
Y/N thought she'd found safety.
After a dangerous encounter with local bullies, a mysterious older man named Kim Taehyung stepped into her life like a guardian, offering kindness, comfort, and protection in a world that had rarely shown her either.
To everyone else, he was a man whispered about in fear , a street enforcer with blood on his hands and secrets buried beneath a charming smile.
To her...
He was simply Tae Bear.
But behind every gentle touch lies an obsession years in the making.
As innocence collides with manipulation, affection slowly becomes control, leaving Y/N to question whether the man who rescued her was ever her savior at all or simply the first person to quietly cage her heart.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Dark Romance
↳ Psychological Manipulation
↳ Grooming Dynamics
↳ Crime & Gang Activity
↳ Obsession
↳ Possessive Love Interest
↳ Emotional Dependency
↳ Innocence Corrupted
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Moral Corruption
↳ Manipulation Disguised as Protection
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
⚠️ Dark Psychological Themes
🩸 Crime & Violence References
⚠️ Emotional Manipulation
⚠️ Grooming Dynamics
⚠️ Obsessive Behaviour
⚠️ Coercive Relationship Dynamics
⚠️ Power Imbalance
⚠️ Possessive Love Interest
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Themes
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains dark romance, psychological manipulation, crime, coercive relationship dynamics, violence references, and other mature themes intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
- keep your girl head in my tommy boxers👅
She had no fucking idea how long I’d been watching her.
From the shadows of that dingy alley near her house, I first saw her properly all soft curves wrapped in that plain school uniform, books clutched to her chest like a shield. Y/N. Sweet little Y/N with her plump pink lips, pale skin, and those big, innocent doe eyes that made my cock twitch every single time. She was everything I wasn’t: soft, pure, untouched. And I wanted to ruin her. Slowly. Completely.
I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m the guy people cross the street to avoid. Red jacket, silver studs on the cuffs, black mesh gloves, bandana tied around my hair the streets know me. I collect debts, break bones when necessary, run with people who don’t ask questions. But her? She made me feel like a starving animal.
I’d seen her before that day laughing with her friends at the tteokbokki stall, sketching under the oak tree in the park, her floral dresses fluttering around those thick thighs. I followed her from a distance more times than I’d admit. I knew her schedule. I knew her parents worked late. I even had copies of her house keys made.
The day those senior bitches cornered her in the alley, I stepped in without thinking. One of them raised her hand to slap my pretty girl and something dark snapped inside me. I didn’t care they were girls. I made them regret it. When Y/N looked up at me with those wide, grateful eyes and called me her “Tae Bear” a few days later… I was done for.
I played the part perfectly. Walking her home from school. Listening to her dreams about becoming a sketch artist. Letting her ramble about her books while my hand rested on her waist, feeling the soft give of her body. Every noon I’d sneak into her pastel pink room while she was at school breathing in her strawberry scent, stealing her cute pink bow bra, wrapping it around my thick cock and stroking myself until I painted it white. I was hard for her constantly. Even when I was out collecting money or handling business with the crew, one glimpse of her curvy figure in the distance had me throbbing.
Today was the day I stopped pretending to be patient.
She was waiting for me in the park like the good girl she was sitting under our tree in that soft green gingham dress that hugged her tits and flared out around her wide hips. The lace hem brushed her thighs. Her hair was loose with a matching bow. She looked like a fucking dessert.
I parked my bike and walked over, sliding my hand around her waist the second I reached her. She leaned into me without hesitation. So trusting.
We walked for a bit while she yapped about her little problems some friend being mad at her, an argument with her mom. I played the sweet card. “Don’t worry about that, my pretty girl.” But my mind was elsewhere. I was suffering. Every sway of her hips, every innocent glance I wanted to bend her over and bury myself inside her right there.
I guided her back under the tree where her novel and sketchbook still lay on the blanket. Time to test the waters.
I started with questions. Light at first, then filthier. I watched her cheeks flush, her thighs press together. She was curious. My innocent little thing had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
She obeyed so sweetly, sinking down onto the blanket in that pretty dress, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. I pulled my cock out heavy, thick, veined, already leaking. Her reaction was perfect. Wide eyes, parted lips, that little gulp.
“Baby, see this thing? Yeah?” I stroked it slowly in front of her face. “It’s called a dick… a cock. And soon it’s going to be in your pretty mouth.”
“M-my m-mouth?” Her voice trembled. “But that’s so dirty… and how is it going to fit? It’s so big… so massive…”
I laughed low, the sound dark even to my own ears. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I’ll make it fit even if I have to make you choke on it.”
Her gaze dropped to my heavy balls. I smirked, grabbing her soft hand and pressing it against them. “Feel that? That’s my pent-up load, baby. All for you.”
“T-Tae… Tae Bear…” she whispered, biting that plump lip.
I made her massage them, then pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing my leaking cock across her soft cheeks and nose, smearing precum over her skin. “Smell that masculine scent, baby? It’s making your little pussy crave cock, isn’t it?”
She nodded, already breathing faster.
“Open.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. I rested the fat head on her warm tongue first, letting her feel the weight. The sight of her looking up at me with her mouth full nearly made me cum on the spot.
I started gentle guiding her to kiss and lick from my balls to the tip, brushing her hair back almost tenderly. But the beast inside me won. I fisted her hair, undoing that innocent bow and turning it into a messy ponytail. Then I fucked her face.
Hard. Deep. Filthy.
She gagged and choked, drool spilling down her chin onto her green dress, eyes watering. I groaned like an animal, hips snapping, using her pretty mouth like a toy. “That’s it… take it, you innocent little cocksucker.”
When I was close, I pulled out. She gasped for air, head hanging. I slapped her cheek lightly. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I stroked myself over her face and came hard thick, long ropes of cum painting her flushed cheeks, her lips, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits and dress.
“Fuck… pretty thing,” I muttered, coming down from the high.
I knelt and gently cleaned her up with my bandana, kissing her forehead like the sweet Tae Bear she still thought I was. But we both knew something had shifted. I’d had a taste, and I wasn’t stopping.
She was mine to corrupt now.
And I was only getting started.
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A/n:
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for those unaware of the situation, an indian engineer, activist, innovator, education reformer, and environment activist who refused to patent his inventions, so that people could use them freely, and built a free school for underpriviliged kids, went on a hunger strike to demand accountability from the indian government for the massive amount of exam paper leaks that have occurred during this current government's rule. his name is sonam wangchuk, and today, on the 20th day of his hunger strike, he was forcefully apprehended by the delhi police, and taken into custody. so far, we have no idea where they've taken him, and during his apprehending, a large group of men forced their way onto the dais he was lying down on(because he's no longer capable of even sitting up in his current state), and held up screens to prevent people from even seeing or recording what they were doing to him behind them.
as a result of the latest paper leak-which was a medical entrance exam-20+ kids committed suicide. this man saw their plight, and decided to use a form of peaceful protest, that indian freedom fighters used, to fight against colonial rule. it's something that has barely gotten any media coverage, as most news channels and newspapers are tightly controlled by the government. there were plans to conduct a peaceful walk to the parliament, and before that could proceed, the police-armed in tactical gear-kidnapped a frail old man, who can't even stand without assistance. this is plain and simple fascism, please talk about it on your various social media platforms to put some pressure on the indian government for the immediate release of this man.
update on this post: we now know he's being kept at safdarjung hospital, and has not been allowed to leave, or have access to his phone or the internet. they have essentially arrested him for practicing his right to peaceful protest. a colleague of mine who works at safdarjung, has not been able to meet him or check on his condition.
over the last seven years, more than 70 national exam papers have leaked, gutting the futures of 37 million students who dedicate every minute of every day to prepare for a sole shot at their future. look at this year's medical entrance exam: over 2.4 million students(mostly late teens) give up their entire high school years (which shouldn't be the norm btw) to prepare for a test that happens only once a year, only for it to be leaked by someone within the very agency conducting it. Because of the agonizing pressure and the forced retakes, more than 20 precious lives were slaughtered by this system. yet, the prime minister has no time to take a knee and acknowledge this, tho he has a shit ton of time to make memes and target minority communities (but I won’t say it here because that requires a whole post of its own). meanwhile, the education minister stubbornly refuses to own up to his painful incompetence and resign.
today, when these people took to the streets to exercise their fundamental constitutional right to protest, they stood there holding literal flowers because it was a peaceful protest, and no one wanted to cause any kind of harm, yet the authorities who swore to protect them treated them like terrorists. the police beat them brutally with sticks, fired tear gas, broke bones, cracked skulls, and arrested actual children (who have more love for the nation than any of the people in the parliament smh)
When your shy virgin roommate moves in, you expect a quiet nerd.
He expects peace and quiet.
Neither of you expected how quickly she'd ruin him.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀:
Taehyung was told all his life to study hard, be a good son, and stay away from girls because they are nothing but distractions.
Until the distraction moved in with him.
His roommate an older, confident senior who's far too pretty, far too teasing, and far too comfortable walking around in tiny tank tops and shorts.
Now he's forced to live with the very thing he was warned about…
...and she knows exactly what she's doing to him.
What starts as playful noona teasing quickly spirals into filthy corruption, relentless edging, jealousy, and a dangerous power struggle that completely ruins his sanity…
Filthy • Slow Corruption • Power Exchange • Innocence Kink Turning Dark • Playful to Possessive • Emotional Ending
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬:
Smut • Roommate AU • College AU • Noona Kink • Corruption Kink • Power Play • Jealousy • Light Angst • Happy Ending
⚠️ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:
🔞 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
— Explicit sexual content, heavy noona kink, virgin corruption, edging, chastity/cock cage, breast worship, oral (m&f), rough sex, possessiveness, degradation & praise, public risk, creampie, cum play, marking, power imbalance, religious guilt, infidelity-adjacent rumors.
Please read responsibly. If this content offends you, skip it.
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:
Ongoing (11 Chapters + Finale)
𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺:
Every Wednesday & Saturday
𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻:
💌 Reblog & comment to let me know which chapter was your favorite. 💦
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 / 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐:
Taehyung meets his new roommate. One look at Y/N in her tiny tank top is enough to test every limit he’s ever had. She notices… and decides to play
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 — 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
It’s been one week since Y/N left Taehyung aching and ruined.
Seven days of cold showers, guilty prayers, and filthy memories he can’t escape.
Tonight, she comes home from work soaked by the rain… and asks her shy babyboy for a “massage.”
Spoiler: it’s never just a massage.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟑 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Sundays were supposed to be peaceful.
Instead, Taehyung finds Y/N watching porn on the couch in nothing but an oversized tee.
One innocent request to turn down the volume leads to him finally getting his mouth on her tits… only for her to leave him aching once again.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟒 — 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung tried to ignore her.
He really did avoiding her cooking, hiding in his room, going to the gym just to stay away.
But one broken bra hook later… and now he’s stuck in class with a very obvious problem while Y/N winks at him from across the room.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟓 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung wakes up to his biggest fantasy and his worst temptation.
Y/N straddling him in tiny lace, grinding on him while he’s still half-asleep and painfully hard.
This time, she finally lets him cum… but the game is far from over.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟔 — 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑷
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung is done playing games.
The hickey on his neck, her teasing in class, and another night of her watching porn finally push him over the edge.
This time, he takes control pulling Y/N into his lap and demanding she finally gets on her knees.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟕 — 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
One month of chastity.
One month of teasing, denial, and aching need.
Tonight the lock finally comes off and Taehyung is no longer the shy babyboy Y/N used to play with.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟖 — 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 & 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
The cage is off and Taehyung is feral.
No more shy babyboy he finally claims what he’s been denied for a month, fucking Y/N senseless in every position while making her record it.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟗 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Morning domestic bliss? Not anymore.
Y/N tries to cook breakfast while Taehyung is on the phone with his mom… but she can’t resist being a brat.
Lace, stolen panties, and kitchen counter worship ensue.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏𝟎 — 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑹
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Jungkook asking Y/N out in front of the whole class was the last straw.
Taehyung’s jealousy explodes that night possessive, rough, and unrelenting.
If you love: ♡ Roommate AU ♡ College AU ♡ Slow Burn ♡ Virgin Taehyung ♡ Teasing Older Roommate ♡ Jealousy & Possessiveness ♡ Emotional Romance
...then this series is for you.
Also, a little update:
My Control Freak Boss is currently on hold while I work on rewriting it into the version I truly want to tell. I promise it'll be worth the wait. Until then, I hope you'll give Roommate Noona lots of love and enjoy the ride with me. 🖤
As always, likes make me smile, but reblogs are what help my stories reach new readers. Thank you so much for all the love and support. 🫶
When your shy virgin roommate moves in, you expect a quiet nerd.
He expects peace and quiet.
Neither of you expected how quickly she'd ruin him.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀:
Taehyung was told all his life to study hard, be a good son, and stay away from girls because they are nothing but distractions.
Until the distraction moved in with him.
His roommate an older, confident senior who's far too pretty, far too teasing, and far too comfortable walking around in tiny tank tops and shorts.
Now he's forced to live with the very thing he was warned about…
...and she knows exactly what she's doing to him.
What starts as playful noona teasing quickly spirals into filthy corruption, relentless edging, jealousy, and a dangerous power struggle that completely ruins his sanity…
Filthy • Slow Corruption • Power Exchange • Innocence Kink Turning Dark • Playful to Possessive • Emotional Ending
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬:
Smut • Roommate AU • College AU • Noona Kink • Corruption Kink • Power Play • Jealousy • Light Angst • Happy Ending
⚠️ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:
🔞 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
— Explicit sexual content, heavy noona kink, virgin corruption, edging, chastity/cock cage, breast worship, oral (m&f), rough sex, possessiveness, degradation & praise, public risk, creampie, cum play, marking, power imbalance, religious guilt, infidelity-adjacent rumors.
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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:
Ongoing (11 Chapters + Finale)
𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺:
Every Wednesday & Saturday
𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻:
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 / 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐:
Taehyung meets his new roommate. One look at Y/N in her tiny tank top is enough to test every limit he’s ever had. She notices… and decides to play
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 — 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
It’s been one week since Y/N left Taehyung aching and ruined.
Seven days of cold showers, guilty prayers, and filthy memories he can’t escape.
Tonight, she comes home from work soaked by the rain… and asks her shy babyboy for a “massage.”
Spoiler: it’s never just a massage.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟑 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Sundays were supposed to be peaceful.
Instead, Taehyung finds Y/N watching porn on the couch in nothing but an oversized tee.
One innocent request to turn down the volume leads to him finally getting his mouth on her tits… only for her to leave him aching once again.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟒 — 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung tried to ignore her.
He really did avoiding her cooking, hiding in his room, going to the gym just to stay away.
But one broken bra hook later… and now he’s stuck in class with a very obvious problem while Y/N winks at him from across the room.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟓 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung wakes up to his biggest fantasy and his worst temptation.
Y/N straddling him in tiny lace, grinding on him while he’s still half-asleep and painfully hard.
This time, she finally lets him cum… but the game is far from over.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟔 — 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑷
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung is done playing games.
The hickey on his neck, her teasing in class, and another night of her watching porn finally push him over the edge.
This time, he takes control pulling Y/N into his lap and demanding she finally gets on her knees.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟕 — 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
One month of chastity.
One month of teasing, denial, and aching need.
Tonight the lock finally comes off and Taehyung is no longer the shy babyboy Y/N used to play with.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟖 — 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 & 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
The cage is off and Taehyung is feral.
No more shy babyboy he finally claims what he’s been denied for a month, fucking Y/N senseless in every position while making her record it.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟗 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Morning domestic bliss? Not anymore.
Y/N tries to cook breakfast while Taehyung is on the phone with his mom… but she can’t resist being a brat.
Lace, stolen panties, and kitchen counter worship ensue.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏𝟎 — 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑹
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Jungkook asking Y/N out in front of the whole class was the last straw.
Taehyung’s jealousy explodes that night possessive, rough, and unrelenting.
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I've decided to put Control Freak Boss on a short hold. After writing Chapter 1, I realized I had another version of the story that fits my original vision much better.
Rather than continue with a plot I'm not completely happy with, I'm going to rewrite it into the version I wanted from the beginning.
In the meantime, I'm excited to introduce a brand-new series: My Roommate Noona 👀( will post the masterlist soon )
Thank you for being patient! I think you'll enjoy the new version of Control Freak Boss much more when it returns.
If you've been waiting for the story to pick up, we're finally stepping into the heart of it. The tension is building, emotions are getting messier, and the enemies-to-lovers dynamic is only going to become more intense from here.
Chapters 5 and 6 are now available on Wattpad!
We're still setting the stage, but trust me the next couple of chapters are where everything begins to unravel. More confrontation. More chemistry. More angst. More obsession.
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After taking a wrong turn down a forgotten Texas backroad, Y/N finds herself hunted through endless fields by a towering masked killer wielding a roaring chainsaw.
Dragged into a decaying farmhouse where death hangs from rusted meat hooks and every room reeks of violence, escape becomes impossible.
But beneath the stitched human-skin mask lies a face she never expected to see.
As terror, obsession, and brutality collide inside the house of horrors, the line between hunter and captive blurs, leaving Y/N trapped in a nightmare where surviving may no longer be the worst possible fate.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Slasher Horror
↳ Psychological Terror
↳ Kidnapping & Captivity
↳ Graphic Violence
↳ Gore & Blood
↳ Murder
↳ Cannibalism Setting
↳ Body Horror
↳ Obsession
↳ Masked Killer
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Survival
↳ Rural Isolation
↳ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
🩸 Graphic Violence & Gore
🪓 Murder & Dismemberment References
🩸 Blood & Body Horror
⚠️ Kidnapping & Captivity
⚠️ Psychological Abuse
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Imagery
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains graphic horror, violence, disturbing themes, and mature subject matter intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
🖤 Author's Note: This story is a fictional horror AU inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ( Could be converted into a small part series ) I wanted to explore a different genre and create something unique for those who enjoy dark, cinematic AUs. It's my own original fanfiction interpretation and isn't intended to reflect or romanticize real-life violence. I hope you enjoy this twisted little ride! 🪓
The chainsaw roared behind her as Y/N sprinted through the overgrown field, lungs burning. Her thighs touched together, breasts bouncing with every desperate stride. She shouldn’t have run. That only made him excited.
A massive hand fisted the back of her tank top and yanked her off her feet. She hit the dirt hard, screaming, kicking wildly as Taehyung , Leatherface dragged her toward the decaying farmhouse. Her shorts rode up, exposing soft ass cheeks that he groped roughly while hauling her inside.
The basement smelled like death. A fresh male corpse hung from meat hooks right beside the workbench, throat slit wide open, blood still dripping slowly onto the concrete. Flies buzzed lazily over the open wound.
Taehyung threw her onto the blood-stained table like a piece of meat. She thrashed immediately, nails raking down his arms, legs kicking. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, punching at the grotesque human-skin mask.
He growled low and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other tore her clothes off in violent shreds tank top ripped down the middle, shorts yanked so hard the fabric burned her thighs. Her curvy body was fully exposed, soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs trembling.
She kept fighting, twisting under him. He liked it. His breathing grew heavier behind the mask as he forced her legs apart.
The mask slipped.
For one heart-stopping second, the stitched leather shifted revealing sharp jawline, full lips, and those devastatingly handsome dark eyes. Kim Taehyung smirked, crooked and wicked, before he shoved the mask back into place with a low, amused grunt.
That smirk broke something in her. He was beautiful. And completely insane.
He shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to silence her screams, then replaced them with his cock. He pushed her off the table onto her knees in front of the hanging corpse. One of his heavy boots planted on the table edge, spreading his stance wide, giving him perfect leverage.
“Open,” he rasped the first real sound she’d heard from him.
When she resisted, he gripped her hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. It was messy instantly. Filthy. He fucked her throat in deep, sloppy thrusts, hips snapping forward while her drool and tears ran down her chin onto her bouncing tits. Gagging, choking, wet gurgling noises filled the basement as he used her mouth like a toy, balls slapping her chin. The dead body swayed gently beside them, blood dripping onto her shoulder.
The gore turned her on against her will. Her pussy was dripping.
He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and threw her back onto the workbench right next to the corpse’s dangling legs.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed, back arching. He was huge, stretching her tight cunt painfully wide. The wet, sick squelching noises were obscene as he fucked her raw hard, fast, filthy. Her thick ass and thighs rippled with every savage snap of his hips. Blood from the corpse above dripped onto her bouncing breasts while he railed her.
“Fuck— no— please—” she sobbed, even as her hips started meeting his thrusts, pussy creaming noisily around his cock.
Taehyung’s masked face hovered over hers. He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur while he pounded her deeper. The workbench shook violently. The dead body swayed in time with his brutal rhythm.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and fucked her from behind, face pressed into the bloody wood. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her jiggling ass red. The wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room loud, nasty, humiliating.
She came hard anyway, screaming, walls fluttering and squirting around him.
Taehyung followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. It leaked out messily as he kept grinding, pushing it deeper.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he leaned over her, mask brushing her ear, breathing heavy. The handsome smirk she’d glimpsed earlier flashed in her mind.
In this house of horrors, she now belonged to him.
After taking a wrong turn down a forgotten Texas backroad, Y/N finds herself hunted through endless fields by a towering masked killer wielding a roaring chainsaw.
Dragged into a decaying farmhouse where death hangs from rusted meat hooks and every room reeks of violence, escape becomes impossible.
But beneath the stitched human-skin mask lies a face she never expected to see.
As terror, obsession, and brutality collide inside the house of horrors, the line between hunter and captive blurs, leaving Y/N trapped in a nightmare where surviving may no longer be the worst possible fate.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Slasher Horror
↳ Psychological Terror
↳ Kidnapping & Captivity
↳ Graphic Violence
↳ Gore & Blood
↳ Murder
↳ Cannibalism Setting
↳ Body Horror
↳ Obsession
↳ Masked Killer
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Survival
↳ Rural Isolation
↳ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
🩸 Graphic Violence & Gore
🪓 Murder & Dismemberment References
🩸 Blood & Body Horror
⚠️ Kidnapping & Captivity
⚠️ Psychological Abuse
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Imagery
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains graphic horror, violence, disturbing themes, and mature subject matter intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
🖤 Author's Note: This story is a fictional horror AU inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ( Could be converted into a small part series ) I wanted to explore a different genre and create something unique for those who enjoy dark, cinematic AUs. It's my own original fanfiction interpretation and isn't intended to reflect or romanticize real-life violence. I hope you enjoy this twisted little ride! 🪓
The chainsaw roared behind her as Y/N sprinted through the overgrown field, lungs burning. Her thighs touched together, breasts bouncing with every desperate stride. She shouldn’t have run. That only made him excited.
A massive hand fisted the back of her tank top and yanked her off her feet. She hit the dirt hard, screaming, kicking wildly as Taehyung , Leatherface dragged her toward the decaying farmhouse. Her shorts rode up, exposing soft ass cheeks that he groped roughly while hauling her inside.
The basement smelled like death. A fresh male corpse hung from meat hooks right beside the workbench, throat slit wide open, blood still dripping slowly onto the concrete. Flies buzzed lazily over the open wound.
Taehyung threw her onto the blood-stained table like a piece of meat. She thrashed immediately, nails raking down his arms, legs kicking. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, punching at the grotesque human-skin mask.
He growled low and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other tore her clothes off in violent shreds tank top ripped down the middle, shorts yanked so hard the fabric burned her thighs. Her curvy body was fully exposed, soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs trembling.
She kept fighting, twisting under him. He liked it. His breathing grew heavier behind the mask as he forced her legs apart.
The mask slipped.
For one heart-stopping second, the stitched leather shifted revealing sharp jawline, full lips, and those devastatingly handsome dark eyes. Kim Taehyung smirked, crooked and wicked, before he shoved the mask back into place with a low, amused grunt.
That smirk broke something in her. He was beautiful. And completely insane.
He shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to silence her screams, then replaced them with his cock. He pushed her off the table onto her knees in front of the hanging corpse. One of his heavy boots planted on the table edge, spreading his stance wide, giving him perfect leverage.
“Open,” he rasped the first real sound she’d heard from him.
When she resisted, he gripped her hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. It was messy instantly. Filthy. He fucked her throat in deep, sloppy thrusts, hips snapping forward while her drool and tears ran down her chin onto her bouncing tits. Gagging, choking, wet gurgling noises filled the basement as he used her mouth like a toy, balls slapping her chin. The dead body swayed gently beside them, blood dripping onto her shoulder.
The gore turned her on against her will. Her pussy was dripping.
He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and threw her back onto the workbench right next to the corpse’s dangling legs.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed, back arching. He was huge, stretching her tight cunt painfully wide. The wet, sick squelching noises were obscene as he fucked her raw hard, fast, filthy. Her thick ass and thighs rippled with every savage snap of his hips. Blood from the corpse above dripped onto her bouncing breasts while he railed her.
“Fuck— no— please—” she sobbed, even as her hips started meeting his thrusts, pussy creaming noisily around his cock.
Taehyung’s masked face hovered over hers. He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur while he pounded her deeper. The workbench shook violently. The dead body swayed in time with his brutal rhythm.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and fucked her from behind, face pressed into the bloody wood. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her jiggling ass red. The wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room loud, nasty, humiliating.
She came hard anyway, screaming, walls fluttering and squirting around him.
Taehyung followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. It leaked out messily as he kept grinding, pushing it deeper.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he leaned over her, mask brushing her ear, breathing heavy. The handsome smirk she’d glimpsed earlier flashed in her mind.
In this house of horrors, she now belonged to him.
warnings: This story contains dark yandere themes, heavy infidelity and cheating, extreme power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, and subtle forcing. It includes graphic gun threats, violence, raw and explicit hate sex, degradation, humiliation, creampie, breeding kink, and child trapping elements.
summary : In a toxic arranged marriage, you are bound to the ruthless Kim Taehyung, the violent head of Kaelum Enterprises. When you catch him with his secretary late one night..the mutual hatred between you explodes into raw and angry hate sex filled with jealousy, power play and dark possession.
Author's note : I seriously advise you to only read this if you’re into extremely toxic, unhinged and morally questionable vibes. This is pure fiction / I do not promote this behavior in real life (please don’t try to recreate any of this, you will end up in jail or therapy). Strictly 21+ only. If you’re easily triggered by dark yandere chaos, close this now and go touch some grass instead. Enjoy the ride~ 😈
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The marriage was never about love. This sham of a marriage was always about the goddamn business...fragile male egos and the violence that cursed everything it touched.
You never had a say in any of it though. Your father arranged your life like a chess piece. You were born into the kind of dirt you hated with every fiber of your being but maybe continuing to live in it was entirely your fault… you never mustered the courage to leave it all behind. Even though you despised where the money came from.....you still thrived on it. The expensive clothes.. the lavish meals.. the glittering accessories... the lifestyle had you hooked.
You couldn’t imagine going a single day without it all.
So you did what cowards do.. stayed silent and took whatever your father threw at you without making a noise. Nevertheless...you’d always thought he’d arrange you to a decent man. Someone less violent… someone more like you and less like him but he chose this darker and crueler version of everything you feared.
Lately, you’d been trying desperately to forget the ring on your finger because it bound you to the man you hated more than your own father... Kim Taehyung.
He wasn’t just your husband but was the one who built Kaelum Enterprises from the ground up.. dragging it to the top through blood.. deals and violence. You despised the kind of business he did because the underground violence followed him like a shadow.... it still gave you the luxury you couldn’t live without.
Taehyung always kept the mess away from you. He never came into the spaces you shared bloodied or disheveled. He kept you clean but that didn’t mean he was nice.
Kim Taehyung hated you down to your guts. He hated everything that threatened to snatch his free will. You were convinced that if he ever got the real chance.. he’d kill you without a second thought. The only thing stopping him was your father’s invisible leash... something you still couldn’t understand. Your father wasn’t the type of man who could overpower someone like your husband… but whatever it was, it had Taehyung right where your father wanted him.
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You got home later than usual.. around past nine. The black strappy silk dress still looked flawless on you... clinging in all the right places. People always stared when you went out... sometimes because of how you looked and sometimes because of the guards who followed you everywhere because your husband told them to.
Dinner with your friends had been nice. You were tipsy.. just that warm buzz that made everything feel a little easier.
You stepped into the penthouse and kicked your heels off in the foyer not caring where they landed because the staff would fix it later.
The whole place was quiet and for a moment you thought maybe Taehyung wasn’t home yet.
Your mom had called earlier... asking again about the progress regarding the pregnancy. You gave her the usual excuses.
Six months married and still nothing. In their world an heir was basically required… but you barely let him touch you. How could you? You hated him too much. The only time anything had happened between you two was on your wedding night when you were both wasted....and you barely remembered it the next day.
You started walking up the stairs and that’s when you saw the light coming from his office. The door was cracked open.
Low... wet sounds were spilling out....Your stomach dropped hard.
You don’t even know why you pushed the door open... normally you would’ve just gone to your room and pretended you heard nothing... but the alcohol made you reckless.
Taehyung was sprawled back in that big leather chair like he owned the whole damn world. His black shirt was unbuttoned.. thick thighs spread. His secretary was on her knees between them.. lips wrapped around his cock.. sucking him like she was trying to win an award. The wet and filthy sounds she made churned your stomach.
For a second your chest got tight... Disgust.. anger and something you really didn’t want to name all mixed together.
Taehyung’s eyes opened slowly... sensing your presence. That lazy... lopsided smirk appeared the second he saw you standing there.
“Had a great night, wife?” he asked, voice low and rough... thick with pleasure. He didn’t stop her instead his fingers slid into her hair and pushed her down deeper as she gagged around him.
The question sounded so fucking normal.. but in this moment it made you sick. Hate burned hot in your chest and you let out a shaky and bitter laugh.
“At least have the fucking decency to close the door, you bastard,” you said, voice trembling.
“Why should I?” he shot back... head falling back against the chair like he was enjoying this way too much.
“Because people aren’t interested in seeing what a manwhore you are kim taehyung,” you snapped.. fuming.
Taehyung’s smirk didn’t drop but something flashed in his eyes. “Ah, is that any way to talk to your dear husband, kim Y/N?” he asked, voice mocking. “Hasn’t your mother taught you better?” taunting you.
“Haven’t you been taught to stop wetting your dick in every easy hole you find?” you snapped right back.. voice rising and anger visible in your eyes and posture.
You turned and pointed straight at his secretary. “And you- Ji-eun! Or Junhee! Whatever the fuck your name is..!! if even a single squeak gets out about this... I swear I’ll make sure you’re dead.”
Then the room went dead silent for a beat.
“Bold of you to threaten my people right in front of me… in my house, baby,” Taehyung said.. almost amused. His fingers flexed tighter in the secretary’s hair as he added, “Don’t forget your place.. dear wife. Trust me, I’d be more than happy to remind you.”
His voice had turned mean and dangerous.
Anger.. jealousy and frustration got the best of you. The words burst out before you could stop them. “I know my place very well, dear husband. Maybe you should remember yours too. There’s no fucking way I’m carrying the child of a bastard like you. You deserve to be back on the dirty streets where you crawled out from.”
The second the words left your mouth... even the secretary gasped... indicating that you’d crossed a line.
Taehyung’s expression darkened instantly. He shoved the secretary off him roughly. She scrambled to get up, trying to scurry away.. but he snapped, “Sit the fuck down.” He pointed at the leather sofa in the corner. She obeyed immediately... looking terrified like a kicked puppy.
He was already moving.. patience gone. In two strides he was right in front of you...his hand shooting out to grab your throat firmly.. making you gasp sharply.
“The moment I find something real against your family,” he growled.. face inches from yours, “you’re all fucking dead.”
You glared up at him...heart hammering still defiant. “You can’t do shit! Daddy has a tight leash on you...husband. Better remember your place.”
His grip tightened just a little more... thumb pressing under your jaw. His eyes were burning.
“You think so?” he said, voice dangerously soft. “Your father might have a leash on me right now… but I’ve got one on you too, baby. And I’ll gladly take it out on you whenever the fuck I want.”
The grip on your throat wasn’t choking you but it was more than enough to make your pulse race wildly under his fingers. Taehyung’s face was so close you could smell his cologne mixed with the expensive whiskey he must’ve been drinking earlier. He was pissed....really fucking pissed.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone who barely lets me touch her,” he muttered, thumb stroking the side of your neck almost mockingly. “What’s wrong, baby? Scared that if I touch you too much you’ll actually start liking it? That you’ll stop pretending you’re too good for my cock?”
His words hit hard...and yiu felt your eyes sting with unwanted tears...blinking rapidly so they wouldn’t fall. You weren’t about to cry in front of him...qtleast not like this.
You tried to shove his chest but he didn’t budge an inch...the room suddenly felt way too small and suffocating.
“Don’t touch me, you bastard. Get off,” you hissed but your voice came out breathier than you wanted...all shaky and weak.
Taehyung leaned in even closer...lips brushing your ear as he breathed, “You barged into my office without knocking, interrupting my personal time like you own the fucking place. and now you’re acting all high and mighty?”
“So now you’re gonna be a good little wife and pick up right where she left off,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I’m your husband after all. It’s your duty to please me, right?”
“I will not,” you seethed, glaring up at him through blurry eyes. “I’ll bite it off. Don’t fucking test me.”
Taehyung’s laugh was low and ugly. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your pulse thunder under his thumb. “Try that and I’ll make sure the only thing you’re sucking for the next month is my cock until you learn obedience.”
You glared up at him with pure disgust burning in your eyes. “I’d rather die than put my mouth on your disgusting cock.”
His expression turned ice-cold in an instant..without a word...he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek black pistol..aiming it straight at his secretary’s head. The girl broke instantly...sobbing in terror as she looked at you with desperate..tear filled eyes.
“Please… I don’t want to die,” she begged, voice shaking. “Please j-just do it… I’ll do anyhing, just s- suck him, please-”
The raw fear in her voice made your stomach twist..you hated him more than ever but you couldn’t let him pull the trigger just because you refused. She wasn't at fault overall.
“Fine,” you spat bitterly..humiliation burning through you. “I’ll do it. Jus-just let her go.”
Taehyung’s lips curved into a cruel..satisfied smile but he didn’t lower the gun. “No...She stays right there,” he said, voice dangerously soft. “She already saw too much tonight… let her at least have the full show, hm? Consider it a lesson for her on how a real wife pleases her husband..it'll help her in future.”
The secretary whimpered but didn’t dare move and You swallowed hard..pride shattering as you dropped to your knees in front of him. He had you where he wanted you...your hands were shaking when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and took him into your mouth...sucking angrily at first...rough and half heartedly.
At one point you bared your teeth..letting them scrape threateningly along his shaft.
Taehyung hissed in warning and yanked your hair back hard forcing your head up as he pressed the cold barrel of the gun briefly against your forehead. “Try that shit again,” he growled, low and deadly, “and I’ll paint the wall with your brains instead while she watches. Now suck it like you fucking mean it..wife.”
Terrified and seething with rage you obeyed. You relaxed your jaw and took him deeper..sucking him properly this time with wet..sloppy sounds your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head. Spit dripped down your chin while you worked him hating every second but too scared and turned on to stop. It was sick...he made you sick.
Taehyung groaned deeply his fingers tight in your hair as he guided your movements. “That’s it… good girl. This is exactly how you serve your husband.”
He kept you like that for several long..humiliating moments..enjoying your reluctant but obedient mouth and the terrified audience on the sofa before he finally yanked you off his cock with a wet pop..breathing hard. “You still need a lot of practice, darling, but don’t worry. I’ll train you for it later,” he commented...as if you were some broken toy that needed fixing.
He spun you around and bent you over the desk in one violent motion. Your cheek slammed against the scattered papers and spilled whiskey. The cold wet wood made you gasp. He kicked your legs wider yanking the silk dress up to your waist and tearing your panties off with a sharp rip.
You twisted...trying to push back against him even as he pinned your wrists behind your back with one large hand. “Get your filthy hands off me, you cheating piece of shit—”
His palm cracked against your ass hard enough to sting. “Filthy? Says the one who’s dripping down her thighs while calling me names.” Two thick fingers shoved inside you without mercy..curling cruelly. He took his time..pumping them slowly and deliberately stretching you open while his thumb circled your clit with lazy pressure. The filthy sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked cunt filled the office.
You hated how good it felt… absolutely hated the way your hips started rocking back against his hand despite yourself.
“You think you’re better than me?” he growled..scissoring his fingers deeper..stroking that sensitive spot inside you with infuriating precision. “Parading around in that dress, letting other men stare at what’s mine, then coming home to throw a tantrum because my secretary was warming my cock? At least she knows her fucking place.”
You laughed bitterly..breath hitching as another slow curl of his fingers made your toes curl. “Your place is in the gutter where you belong. Go finish in her mouth if you’re so desperate.”
Taehyung pulled his fingers out leaving you clenching around nothing. He glanced over at his secretary, still frozen on the sofa, wide-eyed and trembling. “You. Watch how a real wife takes what’s hers.” The girl was sobbing quietly as if too scared to make a noise and just nodded pathetically.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance and pushed in slowly..inch by inch, letting you feel every thick ridge as he stretched you open. When he finally bottomed out..hips flush against your ass he stayed there..grinding deep and lazy..letting you adjust to the fullness while his hand stroked down your spine almost mockingly.
“Fuck-” you hissed, nails scraping the desk as you tried to stay rigid and defiant.
He started moving then...deep and rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside you. He fucked you like he had all night to ruin you pulling out almost completely before sinking back in with deliberate force. The slow drag made your eyes roll back. Your breaths came in shaky gasps.
“Feel that?” he murmured against your ear..leaning over you. One hand kept your wrists pinned and the other reached around to tease your clit with slow..slick circles. “This pussy was made for me. So fucking tight… greedy even when you’re spitting hate.”
You pushed back against him harder..meeting his thrusts with your own anger. “Is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. No wonder you need easy whores on their knees—”
He snarled and fisted your hair..yanking your head back so he could bite the side of your neck..sucking a dark mark into your skin. His pace picked up gradually and hips snapping harder the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. “Careful, Y/N. Keep running that mouth and I’ll put a baby in you just to shut you up.”
You laughed through a moan...breathless and venomous even as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Getting me pregnant so you can have some sort of control?”
Taehyung’s control slipped. He released your wrists and grabbed your hips with both hands and started fucking you deeper and harder..the desk creaking under the force. But you still fought twisting and desperately clawing at him...nails digging into his thigh hard enough to draw blood. He groaned at the pain..thrusting punishingly in response.
“Unfortunate for you, wife,” he growled against your ear, voice rough and dark, “but you will bear this bastard’s child. I’m done playing games.” His hand slid around to press possessively over your lower belly. “From now on this cunt is the only one getting filled...No more distractions… every last drop goes inside you until you’re swollen with my child.”
The sick promise hit you like a drug and you clenched hard around him a broken moan escaping despite your best efforts. Your body was bending..hips pushing back to meet every thrust..back arching as pleasure overrode some of your defiance. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked your eyes.
“Fuck you—” you gasped, but the words dissolved into a whimper when he angled his hips just right and hit that perfect spot over and over.
Taehyung felt it...the way you were starting to give in. He smiled against your neck. “That’s it… let go, baby. Hate me all you want, but your body knows who it belongs to.”
He reached around again...rubbing your clit faster and perfectly in sync with his deep thrusts. The pressure built unbearably slow and intense. Your thighs trembled and your moans grew louder..less controlled. The secretary’s presence only made it more humiliating and strangely hotter.
When your orgasm finally hit..it tore through you like fire. Your walls clamped down around his cock...thighs shaking violently as you cried out. You came hard..soaking his length and body surrendering completely for those long shuddering moments while he fucked you through it...drawing it out.
Only then did Taehyung let himself go. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside you..thick pulses of heat flooding your womb. He stayed buried...grinding lazily making sure it took.
When he finally pulled out his cum leaked slowly down your thighs. He turned you around..gripping your jaw firmly so you had to meet his eyes.
“Remember this… wife,” he said, voice low and dangerously soft. “My cock, my cum and my child..it's only you from now on…whether you like it or not… you’re mine.”
You stared back... chest heaving...legs still weak.. eyes blazing with the same toxic fire even after you’d bent under his touch. A twisted feeling settled over you... from now on.. maybe your marriage wouldn’t be so boring.
OK I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE BIT IM GEUINELY JUST TALKING TO ALL THE CHUBBY READER WRITIERS OUT HERE MAN!! REAL TALK i would LOVE way more scenarios where reader is feeling insecure about their body and somehow their partner comforts them!!
Wether the comforting comes from the chatacter finding the reader looking at themselves in the mirror with anything but a happy face or the reader goes to the character themselves and vents about how they feel about their body!! It would also be so nice if the way the character comfrots the reader isnt a smutty way and rather just pure fluff too if that makes sense... idk I just sometimes see that the devils tango is how some people make characters comfort reader WHICH IM NOT SAYING IS A BAD THING, I UNDERSTAND IT AND LOVE IT!!! I just want some fluff atm if that makes sense!!
Another scenario i wanna run by the lovely writers is possibly reader going out with some friends and then their friend makes a fat joke about reader... obviously reader doesnt come back to the shared apartment/home with the happiest look on their face and their partner realizes this which leads to them asking abt the hangout and/or whats wrong and yatatyatayata fluff/comfort from then on!!
I hope this all made sense and hopefully some writers write up some DELICACIES of literature!! I also do want to add that if youre anything like me and are scrolling through the x chubby reader tag bc youre feeling a little insecure, IVE BEEN IN THAT BOAT TOO BRAH DONT WORRY!! just know that you are pretty and you are beautiful/handsome/mogging and that you deserve love too no matter the size of your body! from a chubby person themselves, I know its hard to love yourself everyday, but trust me, if you learn to love yourself even for just a second, thats already a great start! I really hope this isnt corny I just wanna make sure yall know youre loved 😓! I LOVE YALL HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/MORNING/AFTERNOON!!! (P.S. I DO HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE 😓 also my main fandoms that i read are jjk, gachiakuta, and delicious in dungeon 😛 just to let yall know btw btw..)
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