GANGSTA | Myg [m.list]

GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 🎥 | kth 🔞

> You make a film with Taehyung after he confesses his dirty little secret to you.

Warnings: whipped! tae , camgirl! reader, college au , pining , cursing, brief jimin x reader (lmao youll see) jealous! taehyung, im not sorry, / explicit sexual content; oral (m! receiving) face f*cking , it gets filmed 🙈 , tae is determined to be the best she’s ever had, f*ngering, unprotected s*x (u know betta) , slight! ch*king, switch! tae, switch! reader , marking, tae gets a bit possessive

A/N: hey my luvlies! ive been receiving sm luv with after hours so i had to give you an extra snack. hope you like it hehe, Enjoy! 💗

Masterlist

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“I knew you were different but never like this.” Taehyung lets out a groan as he shakily holds the camera in his left hand as he used his left hand to grip into a fistful of your hair, guiding your head movements on his cock.

“Ughh, look at how pretty you look. Taking my cock so well..” Taehyung drops his head back, the image in the mirror being almost too much to handle in his lust driven mind. His fingers fiddle with the camera, making it zoom in on you gagging and chocking on his massive cock. He curses at the sight and can’t help but rock his length, now fucking your mouth. The tears that fall and the spit that dribbles out of the corner of your mouth, falls down your chin. Your gags and choking moans almost knock him over the edge.

You still look so so pretty to him- even after each time he’s with you. It always feels like the first time.

He remembers the first time he met you. You were in the campus’s cafe sitting oh so prettily in your short grey plaid shirt and cashmere sweater. You were laughing at something Namjoon said and he was in a trance at your beautiful laughter and twinkling eyes. You were otherworldly and he had to meet you.

You were Namjoon’s partner in his music production class; not only were you absolutely stunning but you were so fucking talented.

The more Taehyung observed you, the more his attraction grew. Taehyung knew he had to make an advance on you soon when even his best friend, Jimin, shown obvious interest in you.

He couldnt let that happen.

He foresaw it as fate when you ended up transferring to his song writing class and ended up sitting right next to him.

Since that day, he made massive efforts to try to get to know you. He gave you his number and you both took off to be great friends. The more he learned about you the more reasons he convinced himself to give it a shot. You were so endearing and had a heart full of gold.

However, one night he was browsing different porn sites, sporting with a massive hard on that you gave him with your teasings ways, your innocent image over when he found your camgirling profile, Honey Bee.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He had an idea of who you were in his head but he erased all of that because clearly he didn’t know you like he thought he did.

When he found out, he initially kept it on the down low. He pretended he didnt know and kept it as a dirty secret, you not knowing that he became a frequent visitor on your profile. He became a subscriber and watched everything you made.

That is until he saw that you posted a video with someone;… well not just anyone but his best friend, Jimin.

He watches as his best friend plows into you on your bed, hand pushing your face in the pillow and your needy pussy takes him in. Your naughty and needy whines sound like music to his ears.

Hes never felt that green little monster before but seeing you with a familiar face- someone whom he grew up with, made him sick with envy. That should be me.

He couldn’t hide his feelings and wants anymore.

So he confronted you that evening by showing up to your front door, since hes came over a few times anyways to hang out with you. However, this time he had a mission in his mind. One to make sure you knew he was the best.

•••

The First Time ~

“Tae?? What are you doing here?” you asked, pretty doe eyes staring at him with a confused look on your face. He never shows up unannounced.

Taehyung ignores your questions and walks past you into your little apartment. You stand at the door like a goldfish and close it behind him, perplexed at Taehyungs strange attitude. You know Taehyung is a bit different but tonight theres this tension. He has a different air about him.

He was into your living room, eyes zooming in on your camera on the centerpiece table. He ignores your protests as he reaches to grab it, ignoring your cries as he messes with it.

“Taehyung! What are you doing!! You can’t just mess with peoples stuff! -“ You reach out to take the camera in your hands but Taehyung easily dodges your attempts. He uses one of his hands and easily manipulates his other hand behind him as he uses his free hand to grab your moving hands. He somehow easily is able to get both of your frantic arms in his one hand, gripping them in front of you as he stares you straight in the eye with unwavering eye contact.

“Make a movie with me..” Taehyung says, you freezing in place.

“Huh?? What are you saying? Quit being ridiculous! -“ You huff, lost at his actions and demeanor. Your heart quickens at what he could possibly mean.

“I said.., Make a movie with me, honey..” He says the last word with sweet delicateness dripping off his tongue. You feel the hair rise on your arms and neck and your heart quickens and skips a beat at his words.

Wha— How?

“H-how did you know?” You whisper out, ears and cheeks turning a bright red, suddenly flustered at the revelation. Taehyung notices that youre no longer trying to get the camera back so he drops the tight hold he has on you, using his hand to massage where he was holding you. He sighs and decides to let go of the camera, placing it back on the table as he moves to sit on the couch. He gestures you to follow him but you squeal as instead of sitting on the couch, he pulls you into his lap. He doesn’t miss how flustered you’re getting at his touch and he cant help but feel pride swell in his chest, pleased that he can affect you.

“Ive known for awhile…” He says and your heart drops, mortified that he’s been keeping such a personal secret to himself for so long. Especially since its about you.

“I didn’t want to say anything to you about it because I didn’t want to make you feel any certain type of way and i didn’t want it to seem… awkward I guess.” He declares to you.

“If i’m being completely honest with you… Ive been interested in you since i’ve met you…”

Your mouth drops at his confession, that being the last thing you expected to hear. Yes, Taehyung does flirt with you and pamper you sometimes but you didn’t expect him to have actual feeling with you. That seemed to be too good to be true. Especially since you’ve also had a crush with him for ages.

“I do have another confession…I know about your… job,’ he cant help but chuckle at your red face and how you hide your face in his neck, he wraps his arms around you tighter, eating up the way you’re clinging onto him, “ because i watch your videos.”

He drops that bombshell and you cant help but jump back up from his words, him wincing as you press down onto him a little too harshly. You open your mouth to respond but no words come out, completely speechless as he continues talking.

“I was planning on confessing to you in a more organic way but I couldn’t when…’ his face crunches up, like he’s in pain at the image in his mind ,’ when I saw the video you made with Jimin.”

You cant help but choke on the spit in your mouth.

Fuck! No one was supposed to know about that!

Taehyung can see the panic on your face but he quickly tries to calm you. He brings his huge veiny hands to hold onto your face, making you meet his eyes and a small smile forces its way on his face.

“None of that matter now though.. Its already done… But I’m here to prove to you that i can treat you better…Only if you let me.. You’ll never need someone ever again if you let me prove it to you. I want you.. Not just for sex but in all ways. I want you to be my honey.” The words drip from his mouth like sweet brandy, pulling you into his depth and his sweet disposition. How you’ve longed to hear those words come from his mouth. Taehyung drops his hands as you remain silenced, hope dwindling away as you stay silent. Instead of words, you use actions to get your answer across.

You put your hands on his beautiful face, biting your lip as you gaze at his. It only takes a second for Taehyung to pick up on what you’re doing, his hands coming to hold onto your hips. Your plump lips meet his in a dance. He groans at the taste of your lips.

He may become an addict, he cannot get enough of you. All the longing and pining dwindles down to this one moment in time and he cannot hold himself back now that he finally has his hands on you. You don’t mind it one bit either.

Your tongues dance together in a synchronized manner, molding and twirling together like you’ve done this a million of times together. Wandering hands explore eachother, mapping a trail to one place to another. He teases you as he feels your underwear wire, snapping it causing you to gasp in the kiss. You feel him smirk against your lips and you feel something inside you snap. You are in your element right now.

You push him back , making his back hit the couch. His chest moves up and down and swollen pink lips gasps at your movements, catching him off guard. You bring a hand up to his neck, massaging sweet little circles into it until you cup the front of his throat. You give him slight pressure as you move your face closer to his. You bring your lips to his but instead of kissing him, you bite onto his bottom lip and tug. You’re pleased as you hear his gargled moan and watch as his eyes roll at the action. You give him a sweet peck afterwards and pull away. You lick your lips and you use your other hand to move his messy hair from out of his face.

“You want to make movie with me, baby? “ You whisper with a sultry tone falling from your lips. Taehyung gulps at the change of demeanor.

He’s had you completely wrong it seems… And he’s not mad about it.

He bites his lips at your words, giving you an enthusiastic nod. You give him a sweet smile as you reach behind you ,grabbing the camera, making sure to press down harder onto him, making him hiss and grip onto your hips. You giggle at the sweat that forms on his face and his fidgety hands that crave to explore you. You tut at his impatience and fiddle with the camera, making sure everything is ready to go to start filming.

Once your done, you get up off his lap causing Taehyung to whine at the cold that seeps into his skin at the loss of your heat. You giggle, kissing his cheek as he pouts and you run your fingers through his soft, silky hair. His eyes close at the sensation and you rub your thumb across his cheek.

“C’mon pretty boy.. We have a video to make.” You say with a teasing tilt to your voice. His eyes snap open and you’ve never seen him move so fast. You giggle as you watch him run to your room. You shake your head, body running off of excitement because you know what is about to happen.

You can’t wait.

•••

“Oh Tae!! Yes, baby!!” You let out breathy moans, body shaking and legs locking around Taehyungs waist as his fingers pound into your dripping cunt. Taehyung hovers over your naked body, blinking camera is invisible to the both of you. He is mesmerized as he watches your cunt swallow his long fingers, milking him off everything he offers.

He loves how sensitive you are. His back is decorated with freshly made scratches that he knows he’ll show off later when he can. He brings his head down, kissing and swallowing your moans as you reach your third high of the night.

He’s relentless, youve come to realize.

You’ve never had a lover quite like him, so dedicated on giving you pleasure.

“What a good girl, so so greedy.” He says with shaky breathes, the site alone enough to make him bust all over you. However, he cannot have that. He pulls his soaked fingers with your arousal , sticking them in his mouth and sucking on them, moaning at your sweet taste.

“You taste so good, sweet like honey.” He whispers out, giving you a shatteringly good kiss. You whimper in the kiss, so desperate for more. You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him down onto the bed as you force him on his back, making you on top. Taehyung gasps at the change of position and he bites his lip at your gaze, ready to devour him.

“Can I ride you Tae baby?” You ask him so sweetly, batting your eyelashes with swollen, biten lips. Taehyung cant help but groan at the site and close his eyes.

“Do your worst, darling.” He choked out as he feels you grind on his naked cock. Your wet lips soak his cock with you essence, the thought alone sends Taehyung crazy. He just wants you to ruin him.

He opens his eyes and watches as you give his cock a few pumps, spitting on it to give it more lubrication, not like you need it anyways. He hisses as he feels you finally line his cock with your entrance, slowly sinking down to take him in. Your walls clamp around him and he doesnt know how he’s going to last.

“Fuck! Baby, you feel s-so good!” Taehyung stutters out, hands gripping onto your thighs and his chest shakes at the pleasure that runs through his veins at the feeling of your snug walls gripping onto him.

It should be illegal to feel this good.

You put your hands on his shoulders to give you more stability as you start to grind your hips against his. You both moan loudly as the feeling, gasping and holding onto eachother as you fuck yourself against his big massive cock.

You feel him everywhere. He reaches so deep inside you that it makes a bulge on your belly. You grab Taehyungs hand and place it on the bulge.

He groans loudly and it takes everything inside Taehyung to not buck up against you. He feels feral for you.

“Oh , Tae… You feel that? You’re so deep,’ You cant help but moan at the sharp thrust he bucks up into you with,’ Ive wanted you so bad too, baby.. I-ive dreamt of this.” You almost sob out as Taehyung drinks in your words like alcohol and its enough to set Taehyung off. He moves his hands to hold onto you as he drills upwards into your dripping cunt.

You cry out loud and sob at his brutal pace, sweat dripping off both of your bodies as you both ride out the rhythm of each others passion. Taehyung is determined to make sure that you know you now belong to him.

He uses one hand, not stopping his brutal thrusts, to hold onto the side of your neck, making you tilt your head so he can give you kisses and bites on your neck. He leaves dark hickies in his wake, knowing that it would be nearly impossible to cover up.

He needs everyone to know.

He cant help but look over your shoulder, making direct eye contact with the camera lense. He releases almost a growl as he drills up into you harder.

“Mine.. You’re mine now , honey.” He groans out, a possessive tone in his voice as he watches you fall apart in the camera as you milk his cock. He cant help but groan at the feeling of you spasming and hugging his cock just right.

He pulls back to watch your pussy take him in, your release dripping out of the sides of his cock. That is enough to drive him over the edge, beautiful and deep moans escape his throat.

He gives you a few more pumps from his cock, making sure to massage his cum deep inside you- ignoring the toxic thoughts in his head.

You collapse on his chest, now entirely spent. You both whisper sweet nothings and praises in eachothers ears. You both momentarily forget about the blinking camera until Taehyung sees the blinking red dot in his peripherals.

Instead of making you get off, he wraps his arms tightly around you, his cock still deep inside you as he moves to get up with you in his arms. Your squeals and light moans follow him as he walks to the camera, crouching down as he meets the camera head on. He smirks and blows a kiss to the camera, hitting the stop button.

He moves back up, giving you a sweet smile. He gives you another kiss to your lips, savoring the moment you just shared.

He walks you back to the bed, lightly dropping you on your back, making him slip out of you.

You giggle as he collapse on top you, face in between your breasts as he gives it teasing kisses.

“Baby, honey, sweetheart, my angel,…,’ he says sweet little pet names, causing you to swoon and blush at his sweet and adoring gaze.

“Say… Want to have another round?” He asks, eyebrows wiggling as he gives you a playful smirk. You laugh at him and lightly swat his chest. He gives you a heart stopping smile and you cant help but give him a sweet kiss on the forehead. You move to give his ear a little tug with your teeth, causing him to groan and grind his cock on you greedy pussy.

“We can go all night long, if thats what you want Taehyung.” You whisper naughtily in his ear, giving it another tug. He growls and brings his hands to tug on your boobs and nipples, slightly flicking them causing you to gush onto his now once again hard cock.

“Oh honey, you don’t know what you just did.” He growls out in your ear and you giggle as he give you ticklish kisses on your neck.

Here’s to the night of making memories, love, and a porno that goes viral. One you both will remember for the rest of your life.

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Not On Thursday

paring: CEO!Taehyung x Floor Manager!Reader

Summary: A story in which your friend decides to play Cupid, setting you up with one of her friends. Nothing could go wrong... right?(Requested)

word count: 2K

Special thank you to @txtistheloml and @jeonjcngkook for beta-reading my work! you literally saved my ass with this fic so thank you! 🤍

As always feedback is always appreciated! Feel free to comment, send asks or repost! it keeps me motivated to keep writing 💕

Friends were great companions in life, as humans, we cannot live without friends or at least some sort of social connection. But, sometimes, you just wanted to shake some sense into them, your prime example would be Yuri.

She was one of your dearest friends who has stood by you ever since the first day of university in that dreadful business management course that the two of you had taken together. Even though you two were practically glued to the hip, the two of you had contrasting opinions on most things, especially love.

Yuri was more than just a hopeless romantic, she was probably in love with love itself. She chased the rush that came from love, whereas you hid from it. All the suitors that had come knocking at your metaphorical love door were simply ignored as if they were some pesky neighbours.

You had planned to keep it that way, However, Yuri had other ideas in mind. She had  came up with a world-shattering idea of breaking your tradition of being single by setting you up with a mutual friend of hers. With lots of persuasion (or prodding on her side) you finally agreed to this 'date'.

You had one condition though, the date could be on any day, as long as it was not on a Thursday.

Thursday was the day when you managed the floor of the clothing store you worked at, which meant that you were the first one in and the last one out. With all the chaos that comes with manning a clothing store, it was a day that you were always on your feet, not stopping from the second the store opened.

Life had its own ways, of course. You had received a text from Yuri a few days before, letting you know that your mysterious date had to be moved to Thursday for reasons unbeknownst to you and with only a few days notice, it was practically impossible for you to move things around.

You tried your best to make sure you left on time, even giving customers fifteen to five-minute warnings of the shop's closure, hoping that it would make the rush at the counter happen sooner rather than later and therefore you could close the shop on time. In hindsight, it was foolish for you to think like that.

You ended up closing the store fifteen minutes late, due to an unexpected surge of people trying to sneak in at the last minute. Once the store was locked up and secure, you quickly unlocked your phone to try and notify your date that you would be running late, only then realising that Yuri never actually gave you his number.

Stress flooded your senses as you rushed to your car and mindlessly chucked your belongings in the backseat of your car before you climbed into the driver's seat, yanking the engine on, and trying to make your way to your date as quickly as you could.

Taehyung was a man who valued time. As a CEO, time was precious and should not be something that is wasted. He tapped his foot under the table as he looked outside the window, his pupils dancing about, in the hope of a sign that someone was going to show.

His efforts were useless as the realisation dawns on him that he didn’t know who he was looking for he didn’t know what you looked like;just like how you had no idea how he looked.All the two of you knew about each other was that you both had respective roles in the business world and that you were both close friends with Yuri.

The lack of knowledge he had of you and the date, in general, did not surprise Taehyung. Yuri was always one who loved basking in the element of surprise. It was exciting at first but now as he was sitting there all alone when he could have been chatting his date up, he started to see the flaws of Yuri's grand scheme of getting her single friends together. He was sitting there alone making a fool of himself as multiple onlooking couples gave him looks of pity.

With steady rhythmic pats made on his thighs, Taehyungswallowed uncomfortably as his mind became clouded with the possibility that he had been stood up. The man usually felt indifferent about love, he wanted a wife and a happy family that he would spend the rest of his life with, but, he didn't mind if he didn't have those things, he was perfectly content with his own company. To the younger him, finding love was thrilling but as he grew into the man he is today he no longer chased it due to the history of countless failed relationships, but with the way Yuri spoke about you, he wished for something different.

Nonetheless, when he heard the door once again, he looked up, eyes filled with hope, only for it to be crushed as the woman who walked in, was shown to the opposite direction of the restaurant from where he was.

Taehyung sighed gently as he finished his cup of tea and took the napkin off of his lap, frustration building up in his body as he was left humiliated by your lack of presence. He threw down the napkin on the table and grabbed his jacket and bag off the back of his chair before leaving.

Luck just did not seem to exist for you today, starting from your horrible morning coffee to the number of customers that you had to deal with today and then finally to the police pulling you over.

You were in such a rush you genuinely did not realise how fast you were going until your rearview mirror was reflecting a red and blue hue, instead of the warm yellow of the street lights that you were used to, so you halted your car, expecting them to speed past you thinking there was some sort of emergency ahead, only for them to slip in behind you.

It was then that you knew you were fucked, with the police and also with your date as you were nearly half an hour late. You stared blankly at the clock as guilt punched your stomach like an absolute bitch.

You felt horrible knowing someone sit there for half an hour waiting for you. Even though you weren't really interested in dating, you couldn't imagine the embarrassment you would have felt if someone had left you sitting there for this long.

Though you knew it was not your fault, you still felt terrible that you couldn't even contact this man. You tried contacting Yuri but nothing had gotten through, so you were stuck with your guilt and a possible criminal record. Flinching, you rolled down the window after the police officer knocked.

"Any reason for your speeding Ma'am?" The woman asked, you cleared your throat and shook your head "No, officer, I didn't know I was speeding." Cringing slightly when you realise how that made you sound "I am late for a blind date." You reasoned, though it probably didn't make anything better.

The police woman raised a brow at your words and cleared her throat "Do you mind stepping out of the car?"

You were forty minutes late by the time she finished checking your licence and how much alcohol was in your system. Tears pricked your eyes as you started up your engine once more and continued on your way to the restaurant.

You parked your car and grabbed your bag, rushing in and in a quick breath, you stated out your name and your table, practically throwing your phone in his face of evidence. of your booking, before explaining that you had a blind date.

All hope that you had left disappeared in an instant when the waiter gave you a sad look and explained that the man had just left. You nodded, blinking back your tears and clearing your throat to prevent yourself from breaking down right there.

The waiter still walked you to the same table you were supposed to have your date anyway after offering to serve you. You thanked the waiter as he left to get you the menu.

You fiddled with the tablecloth as you texted Yuri, letting her know what happened, in hopes that Yuri could explain to your blind date what happened. 'Hopefully, that would patch up his ego a little,’ you thought to yourself before seeing something shine in the corner of your eye. On a closer look, you realise a key lying on the table.

You looked around to see if you could find the waiter, your anxiety bounced as you clutched this lost item in your palm.

Just as you were going to grab the waiter's attention, a tall shadow loomed over you. He looked down at you and it was almost like he was studying you before he spoke.

"Excuse me." He began, clearing his throat "I was sitting here before you and I think I may have lost my key, have you seen it?"

"Yes sorry, I have it. I just saw it a moment ago and I was going to hand it to the waiter, but here." You smiled gently and passed the key to him before continuing. "Were you on a date before this?" Your face flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry for being so forward." You added quickly.

He chuckles dryly and nods his head. "Something like that,. But she never never showed." He pursued his lips as he spared you a few glances before going over and sitting opposite you.

"Sorry." You apologise, looking at him as it was clear to you both that you were the missing piece to the blind date. "I tried to get here on time but the universe wasn't on my side today. I truly am sorry for making you wait."

"It is okay." He said without much thought. "Life is very unexpected." He commented as he sent a soft smile your way. "My name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung." You grin at his name and nod "Y/N." You return "Kim Y/N." you say gently.

“I am sorry to cut this short, however, I do have meetings in the morning.” He began and you glanced at him hoping that your status in the industry would not chase him away. Though you loved your job, being with Taehyung right now and the way he looked at you with a glimmer in his eye, ignited something within you. Yes, he has a company to a degree you dream of having yourself one day, yet somehow in his presence, even if it had been for a short amount of time, he made you feel like you could take on the world. You gave him a soft smile expecting this is the last time you would probably see him.

“I understand.” You nod and clear your throat “Again I am sorry for earlier - for being late.” You correct yourself before speaking again. “Though I am glad you left your key.” You chuckle before gathering your things.

Taehyung simply shook his head “Y/N - if I may call you that, you don’t need to worry, there are some things you cannot control in life, I know many people who wouldn’t have shown up, and without a reason.” He smiled and gave your hand a soft squeeze “If you don’t mind, may I have your number?” He asked and you were more than ready to say yes, sure an hour ago you weren’t ready for love or dating, but the man standing in front of you was like your missing puzzle piece.

You nod and gently hand him your phone. “I would be more than happy to meet up with you again, and hopefully this time I will be on time.” You joked, a soft smile gracing your features again, a smile that Taehyung was desperate to see for the rest of his life.

"So..." Taehyung began as he looked toward you, "when shall we meet again?" he asked, a soft smirk playing on his lips as a blush coated your cheeks.

"Any day but a Thursday." You mused, a laugh escaping the both of you.

"Wednesday?" He asked, tilting his head and you giving him a swift nod "Wednesday is good."

On a Wednesday (coming soon)

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Requests: Hi! Can You write a bts reactions about mutual friends set you 2 on a blind date but something happened to you (pulled over or something) making you 30min/1hr late and he thought you stood him up. He goes to leave but you arrive just on time! Hahaha please and thank you 😍😍

Hi! Can I request something please!😋 a bts reaction! Your mutual friends set you 2 up on a blind date and you’re half an hour-1hr late due to something minor. And he goes to leaves when you arrive. And how will it work out? If it does or if it doesn’t 😱 pls & ty ty ty

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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU | MASTERLIST

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)

m.list: chapter I - absquatulate 2,11K chapter II - sponsalia 6,7K chapter III - ambience 6,9K chapter IV - ustulation 5,6K chapter V - paraprosexia 7K chapter VI - chapter VII - chapter IX - chapter X -

cross-posted on ao3

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

©pennyellee. please do not repost

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fuck being friends

– pairing: yoongi x reader

– word count: 12k

– genre: friends to lovers / college!au

– summary: as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

– warnings: some angst, some fluff, a lot of alcohol, jealousy, yoongi being a bit of a fuckboy, crying, reader being in an emotional rollercoaster during the whole fic. not proof-read because i am that lazy, i’m sorry. 

How the hell did you always end up in the same situation?

It was a reoccurring event by now: You on the dancefloor of some stranger’s living room, a drink in your hand and your friends by your side. That itself didn’t sound too bad, if it wasn’t for the knot you felt in your stomach. 

By now it was almost a familiar feeling; the pain and uncertainty have been ruining your last few Saturday nights out.

“What’s the problem?” you almost couldn’t hear Hoseok yell over the loud music but his facial expressions gave away that he seemed worried about you.

“I’m fine,” you promised and gave him a bright smile before raising your cup for him to toast with you – both of you knew you weren’t fine at all but after being your friend for years Hoseok knew better than to harass you into telling what was occupying your mind. 

You appreciated your friend very much for that, happy that he would never pressure you into saying out loud what almost everyone assumed anyways.

Though no one knew for sure what the reason for your mood swings was – it was okay for them to assume it, but you would never admit it. If any of your friends found out you knew they’d try to get involved and only would make things more awkward than they already were for you.

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still don’t know my name | jjk (m)

➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, lotssss of sexting, cybersex, degradation kink, mentions of pornography, exchanging nude photos, nsfw twitter, masturbation (m & f), jungkook is a fucking JERK, reader is an annoying brat, bickering, neighbor beef, no like jk is rlly meannnndjdjdjd, reader is kinda dumb but thats not a warning for any time soon, awkward tension, lots of tension, gamer!jk, freelancer!jk, bam cameo <3, name calling (brat, dumb, stupid, etc.), mentions of roughhh sex (enjoyed by both parties), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 8.3k

a/n: so happy pt. 1 is out !! 🤭🤭🤭 just building up the tension for this one … hehe 😋 hope u like it <333 feedback n reblogs are appreciated!

btw: unedited .. not my best work but i rlly wanted to get this idea out + jungkook is basically unnamed but it’s definitely abt him guys like don’t confuse anything he’s definitely the annoying neighbor but as it’s from reader’s perspective, you don’t know his name so he’s pretty much nameless

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@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:23PM

So what are you wearing lol

Ugh. You can’t roll your eyes hard enough at that. Do guys have no idea how to flirt with women anymore? What else would you be wearing than pyjamas if you told him you’re already in bed?

You | 9:25PM

pyjamas lol

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:25PM

What kind

For fuck’s sake. Do men think women go to sleep in lingerie? Why did you even make that secret account if all men just bore you to death in your private messages?

You | 9:26PM

sweatpants and a tank top

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:27PM

Isn’t it too hot for sweatpants? Haha

You | 9:30PM

i was kinda cold so i was hoping you’d get me hot and bothered but you’ve got me falling asleep tbh. goodnight aaron

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:32PM

Damn lol. Harsh. This is why women don’t get asked out on dates anymore

Right… that’s the reason. Dumbass.

You waste no time blocking this goofball before turning over and closing your eyes, chasing the sleep you so desperately crave.

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“Dude, how the hell did you miss that?!”

The muffled voice coming from the wall to your right makes you want to scream into your pillow. With an annoyed grunt, you roll over and reach for your phone, squinting when your phone lights up and sting your eyes in the dark.

11:14PM.

A loud groan bubbles up the back of your throat as you slam your fist into the wall repeatedly, hoping your annoying neighbor gets the hint.

“I just saw you–” he pauses, “hold on a second.”

Not even 5 seconds pass before the banging is returned to your wall, as if you’re the one making all that damn noise.

He doesn’t just knock one or two times, he keeps banging like he’s got something to prove and he’s doing a great job at making your blood boil.

Then, he returns—to what you assume to be his computer—and continues talking at a volume that would allow the entire neighborhood to hear him play his stupid video games.

You angrily toss the sheets off your body when you’ve had enough, swinging your legs off the side of your bed. You angrily shove your feet into your fuzzy slippers before stomping your way to his front door, a Hello Kitty tank top draped over your torso and velvet shorts—yes, you lied to that freak—with the bedazzled word ‘JUICY’ spelled across your perky asscheeks.

You raise your hand and aggressively slam your fist down on the door, repeatedly and annoyingly like he did to your bedroom wall just a few seconds ago. It’s almost like his golden apartment number—504B—is mockingly staring at you. The urge to peel it off his door and toss it into your toilet is growing with each passing millisecond.

A loud groan reaches your ears from behind the door before keys jingling together resounds throughout the corridor.

The door swings open and there he is. Headphones around his neck, a scowl on his face, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he slowly—and very arrogantly—drags his gaze down your body before meeting your furious eyes again.

This happens every fucking week.

Your eyes drape over his figure, committing it all to memory. His wavy black locks are pulled back in a small bun, strands—that are too short to fit into the elastic—frame his face just right and his torso is clad in a black tank top, tattoo sleeve on full display for you.

His grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, a silver chain decorates his neck, silver rings in his lip that glimmer under the hallway light of your shared corridor.

You cross your arms over your chest in defiance, proving to him that you don’t care about his scowl and he can look pissed all he wants. “Some people are trying to fucking sleep,” you snark at him.

He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes and it makes the nerves in your hands tingle with the need to smack the shit out of him. In response, he barks, “Who goes to sleep at 11PM on a fucking Friday?”

What a fucking asshole. If you could have the chance to kill one person in your life, it’d be him.

“I do. Now, stop playing your stupid games so damn loud. You sound like a fucking freak,” you huff, not waiting for a response as you start heading back to your apartment, which is literally—and unfortunately—right next to his.

“Yeah, don’t fucking count on it,” he calls out after you before loudly slamming his door shut.

Ugh, what a fucking prick! Can’t he just be considerate? You live in the same building, that means everyone living here should be considerate of others.

You’re aware that you’re the only one that has noise complaints about him, but it’s not your fault that your room is right next to his gaming setup!

You quickly snatch the pillow off your bed after you stormed back to your room with a complimentary door slam, just as loud as your annoying neighbor’s. Quiet insults about him spill out of your mouth as you throw your pillow on your couch and plop down, trying to go back to sleep in this boiling heat.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to fall asleep.

Your chest dramatically inflates as you take a deep breath before taking your phone into your hands, deciding to scroll through your social media apps for a little while. Until they put you to sleep, at least.

You open the Twitter app and switch from your personal account to your secret account.

Which is basically just an account filled with pornography.

Not pornography of you, just home-made amateur porn videos by others that you retweet onto your profile—if you like them.

You’ve gained over 4.000 followers in the past few months—which also inevitably summons a few annoying men in your private and requested messages but nothing you can’t handle.

With a loud sigh, you scroll down your timeline and see your favorite NSFW account tweeted a few hours ago.

You click on his account and decide to scroll through it because it’s been quite a while since you last checked.

‘Me and who?’

‘Need a brat to do this to’

‘This video is hot as fuck’

Those are just the few captions you see, all followed by amateur porn videos and a couple thousand likes on each post.

The video plays silently and the soft moans from the woman in the video reaches your ears. She sounds angelic. Your teeth slowly sink into your bottom lip as you watch the man in the video press her further into the mattress, slamming his hips down into her ass.

The tingle in your core doesn’t let up and you’ve lost track of time when you glance up at the time, realizing you’ve been scrolling through this account for the past 30 minutes.

Your panties uncomfortably stick to your sex, silently groaning as you turn onto your back and scroll back up to the first video, captioned ‘Me and who?’. You watch it again, eyes glued to how this girl gets absolutely ruined, legs pushed back in mating press, moans and cries escaping her.

If only you could be in her position right now.

Your fingers slowly inch towards the hem of your shorts and slip under the elastic before you sneak your fingers into your panties.

The slick that coats your fingers from barely grazing your slit is absurd; you’re disgustingly drenched. A soft sigh escapes you as you slowly begin to rub circles directly onto your clit, grunting and moaning softly to yourself as you continue to watch the video on your phone.

Fuck.

You can’t help but grind up into your own fingers, groaning at the lack of friction you really crave. Being fucked exactly like in this video.

The speed in which you chase your orgasm picks up, rubbing faster and faster. It doesn’t take long after for you to cum all over your own fingers—you haven’t touched yourself in a while so the orgasm has you chasing your breath. You really need to start investing in some toys or something.

And no, not a partner. They’re nothing but disappointments waiting to happen.

A whine leaves your lips when you realize you have to get up and wash your hands, clean them of your slick. Your legs lazily swing off the side of the couch as you sit straight up.

You go to the kitchen to wash your hands and by the time you get comfortable on your couch again, you reach for your phone. You reply to the ‘Me and who?’ tweet with;

‘me i hope lol. cause i just came so hard to this video’

Then, you like the original tweet and lock your phone for the night, turning over and immediately drifting off into a deep slumber.

You don’t hear your annoying neighbor for the rest of the night.

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The following morning, you stir and slurp up the drool that had trickled down your chin. You must’ve been exhausted. How embarrassing.

Your hand reaches up and wipes your chin clean with the back of your hand as you sit straight up, scratching the back of your head as you try to wake up.

You glance at your phone and it says 10:03AM.

Fuck!

You shoot up from your couch, cursing to yourself. You’re supposed to meet a friend today at 10:30AM.

After taking a quick shower, putting on your clothes for the day and doing your hair & makeup, you quickly exit your apartment and lock the doors behind you before heading to the elevator.

Your phone buzzes.

[10:44AM]

Jimin

Incoming call

Shit!

Your finger taps the green button to accept the call. “Jimin,” you say, apologetically.

“Hey,” he mumbles. “Where are you?”

You quickly slam your fingers into the elevator button, hoping the more you tap on it, the quicker it’ll arrive.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I overslept. I’ll tell you the details when I get there.”

“Alright, no worries. I thought something bad happened, is all.”

Finally, the elevator arrives and opens up, making you hurry inside.

“Oh, no, nothing happened, I’m okay.”

Right as the elevator doors finally close, a hand slips right in between the gap before they fully close, forcing it open.

“Okay, good! I’ll save us a spot.”

You barely register Jimin’s words when the doors open and your eyes are met with none other than your annoying fucking neighbor.

You do your best not to groan at the sight in front of you and he doesn’t seem too happy about being in this small elevator with you for 30 seconds either, evident by the frown on his thick brows and the twitch in his lips.

“Y/N?”

Jimin’s voice drags you out of your trance, making you avert your gaze from the rude loser in front of you, watching as he walks into the elevator within your peripherals and settling right across from you.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” You don’t say much else as you hang up the phone, shoving it into your purse before intently staring at the floor like it’s got something important to tell you.

He does the same, though. He’s not staring back, his chin is tilted up and you can only assume he’s glaring at the little screen above the button panel that indicates what floor you’re on.

The tension is so thick, it could snap with the single slice of a dull butterknife.

It seems to be the longest 30 seconds of your life, the occasional mechanical sounds as the elevator slides in between floors fill up your ears like it’s being blasted on a speaker at the highest volume right next to your head.

You allow your eyes to subtly travel to his hand, catching a glimpse of his tattooed knuckles and fingers that are clad in silver rings.

Fuck.

You avert your eyes before he catches you staring but you continue to just stare at the floor, bringing up your hand to scratch behind your ear in hopes you’d feel less awkward.

But it doesn’t help at all.

Fortunately, you safely make it to the ground floor and the elevator doors slowly open up. He doesn’t even have the decency to let you out first, just struts right out without another look at you and you watch as his figure disappears down the lobby.

You scoff to yourself but don’t let it get to you, ‘cause who cares? Walking out, you quickly exit the elevator too, heading out through a backdoor to get to your car.

Hmph. Jerk.

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You finally arrive at your destination, immediately spotting Jimin in the back.

With a saunter, you approach him quickly and sit down across from him.

“Hey,” he chirps as he puts his iced coffee down, nodding towards another right next to his to indicate it’s yours.

“Hi,” you breathe out as you plop down on the seat across from him, stirring your iced coffee with the paper straw.

“You’ve been oversleeping a lot, haven’t you? Is something the matter?” he inquires, tilting his head to search for your eyes.

Your hand comes up to rub your hairline, a soft sigh pushing past your lips as you stare at the cup in front of you. “My damn neighbor is getting way more fucking annoying with each passing day, Jimin. I don’t know how to deal with him.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in solidarity to your frustration. “That same guy? You two have been bickering for more than half a year, give it a rest.”

“It’s not my damn fault!” you whine, taking a sip of your iced coffee, almost moaning as the sweet goodness hits your tongue.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway,” he starts, “how have you been?”

You part your lips to reply to him but get caught off guard by your phone buzzing. You intend to ignore it but then your phone buzzes again, again, and again. You wince when you see Jimin’s expression, offering him an apologetic smile as you glance down at your phone, reading the notification.

[Twitter]

@archurback4me liked your reply!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me liked your tweet!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me retweeted your tweet!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me followed you back!

Holy shit. What the fuck?

You’ve been following this NSFW account since forever! You can’t believe they just followed you back. You never expected them to notice you, much less follow and retweet one of your tweets.

“Y/N?” Jimin taps the table with his fingers right next to your drink to get your attention and he finally does.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumble and lock your phone, forcing yourself to dive back into the conversation but your mind is still clouded with being followed back by your favorite account. “Sorry. What were we talking about?”

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As soon as you say goodbye to Jimin, you get in your car, reach for your phone in your pockets and quickly open Twitter. The order of notifications can only mean one thing; they liked your reply to their tweet, clicked on your account, scrolled through your account—because the tweet of yours they liked and retweeted is from a few days ago—and then followed you. You scroll through your notifications, noticing how the tweet they RTed has been blowing up.

The tweet of yours they retweeted is an amateur porn video of a guy fucking a girl in speed-bump-position, hips rocking into her ass as soft moans spill from her lips.

You captioned it ‘me and you’ and now there are hundreds of accounts under your tweet, saying stuff like ‘Fuck yeah’, tagging other accounts, asking for the source of the video and more.

You can’t believe your favorite account followed you back, how insane is that?

Your leg bounces up as you start scrolling through their account, your tweet being right at the top of their page.

Ah! This is so exciting.

You quickly ditch your phone, tossing it into the passenger seat before driving home.

Upon your arrival at your building’s parking lot, you quickly shimmy out of your car and jog towards the front door in excitement, barely able to contain yourself when you think about all the new accounts that have followed you and interacted with you because of that one interaction with @archurback4me.

You unlock the door to your building’s lobby and hurry inside but just as quickly, you bump into what seems to be a brick wall.

Except, it isn’t a brick wall—it’s your annoying neighbor’s chest.

(Who’s also really sexy.)

“Ow,” you mumble, reaching up to rub your nose to soothe the impact of colliding face first with his body.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” he grumbles but doesn’t seem to have any intention to rid himself of the proximity between you two.

You shoot him a glare and part your lips to shoot a comeback but you stop yourself when you hear sniffles coming from your shoes. Your head tilts down and your eyes are met by a brown Dobermann sniffing your feet and calves.

“Stop that, Bam,” he says as he gently tugs on the leash, putting an end to the dog’s greeting to you.

You’ve seen his dog before and—unlike him—the dog is pretty sweet.

“Oh, hi, you,” you coo, reaching your hand out to Bam’s snout to let him get a sniff of you and he does, tail wagging back and forth.

You glance up at your shitty neighbor, who is just staring at you with a soft scrunch between his thick brows. You hate how good he looks. Someone with a face that pretty shouldn’t have an attitude that foul, it makes them ugly.

Your brow quirks up, your way of asking for permission to pet his dog without giving him the satisfaction of asking him verbally.

His response is a simple shrug of his shoulders, which makes you instantly turn your attention back to Bam. Your hand starts stroking over his soft head, giving him chin and tummy scratches.

The dog leans into your touch, seemingly craving more and you intend to do that. You squat down but in the instance that you do, you regret it.

Bam instantly lunges at you and it makes you lose your balance, his strength is enough to knock you over and fall flat on your ass with a soft thud on the hard tiles. You don’t even get the chance to process what’s going on when Bam climbs onto your body and licks at your face, coating it in his slimy kisses.

“Bam!” his owner shouts, hands flying towards his dog’s harness immediately to get Bam off you and he finally does.

You wipe your wet cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt before rising to your feet again, dusting off your pants.

“Sorry about that, he can get pretty excited. Did you happen to eat any chicken today?” he asks you and you have to pretend to not be shocked with the way he’s interacting with you as if he views you as an equal and not an insect, like he usually does.

You soothe the sting in your elbows from the fall by rubbing it with your hands as you frown at him. “Yeah, I did.”

He slowly nods at your words and waves a warning finger at Bam, dark eyes silently lecturing him like a parent to their child in public.

Bam doesn’t care, though, simply continues to run in circles and chase his own tail.

“He lacks manners sometimes,” he mumbles to himself as he stares at his dog—that’s cutely running in circles like an idiot.

“Hm,” you pause, “like his owner?”

Smack cam.

His head snaps at you, an agitated frown on his brows. He clearly does not like that.

With that, you turn on your heels and head to the elevator without looking back at him but in your peripherals, you notice that he’s still standing there, glaring at you.

You click on the button to summon the elevator to avoid his intense gaze, he’d bore you into the ground if you were to look at him right this moment.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long enough.

“You literally complain about every little thing like a fucking granny, give me a break.” His voice is raised with the intention that you can hear him loud and clear, after the distance you put in between you two—his tone full of venom and mockery.

“And you game loud as fuck every minute of the night like a fucking loser. How about you give me a break?” you retort, foot tapping against the tiles underneath your shoe in impatience as you wait for the elevator to arrive.

He replies, “It’s not my fault your bedroom is right next to my gaming setup.”

Right, you told him about that fact during one of your many nightly adventures that are located at his front door with balled fists and flared nostrils.

But it’s not your fault either.

The elevator dings and you can finally release that breath you were holding, chest slowly deflating. You place one foot inside before turning your head in his direction to glance at him, eyes meeting his angry gaze.

“It’s not my fault either. I guess you’re just gonna keep seeing me in front of your door every other week, asking you to be a decent fucking human and be considerate of others.” You take one step into the elevator just so the doors don’t close on you after the words coated with poison leave your lips, almost stinging your own tongue. “And you have the audacity to blame that poor dog for his lack of manners? Seems like someone can’t take responsibility.”

You fully step into the elevator without another word but that’s not necessary when you see the surprised look on his face before hopping in.

That’s what he gets, you suppose.

Once you enter your apartment, you toss your keys onto the accent table by the door and kick off your shoes, leaving them unorganized by the door. You saunter into your bathroom and quickly strip, turning the water on in your shower to heat it up.

However, right as you’re about to step in, there’s angry banging on your front door.

Ah. Whoever could that be?

You wrap a big white towel around your naked body and approach your front door, creating a small gap as you open it whilst hiding your body behind it.

Why the fuck is he here?

“I’m moving my gaming setup to my room tonight. If I hear one more goddamn complaint from you, I’m making my dog shit all over your fucking doormat,” he pauses, big black eyes glaring into yours. He leans in a bit closer and it seems like only then that you realize he’s been pushing your front door further open with his elbow. “Are we clear?”

His furious gaze almost stings you. Summoning daggers to shoot into your skin. Planting a thorned vine around your throat. Letting it sink its sharp teeth into your flesh until you bleed out. That’s the only way you can describe his suffocating glare.

His breath fans over your face, a subtle reminder that he’s standing close. Too close.

You swallow in an attempt to rid yourself of the drought in your throat he just created. “It doesn’t matter where you move it to. If I hear you, I’m going to complain. Whether that’s right next to my bedroom wall or at the end of your corridor, you fucking freak.”

And with that, you slam the door shut in his face before he can say anything else.

Who does he think he is?

Threatening you his dog’s feces. What a freak!

You huff to yourself as you stare at the closed door for a moment longer before angrily stomping to the bathroom. You reach for your phone and notice some more notifications from Twitter, which instantly reminds you of what happened earlier today and makes you forget about the interaction with your neighbor just now.

Should you message the account? You totally want to! The owner of the account has posted occasional pictures of his body parts but never his face. No matter what he looks like physically, he’s so fucking attractive for his fantasies and the way he speaks.

You scroll a bit through the account until you see a picture of the account owner’s hand, captioned;

‘For the people who asked for a picture of my hand… Lol.’

With a picture of his veiny hand.

Wow.

Fuck.

Your eyes trail the outline of their fingers, nails, veins, wrist, knuckles. You’d love to have that pulling on your hair, spanking your asscheek, wrapped around your throat.

Should you just…?

Message them?

Let’s list the outcomes.

1.) Worst case scenario—they brutally reject you.

2.) Average case scenario—they never reply.

3.) Best case scenario—they reply and reciprocate the flirtatious energy.

You could live with any scenario, even the worst one. It’s just a stranger on the internet anyway.

But his private messages must be blowing up. With over 80,000 followers and thousands of likes and comments, you doubt he’d ever even see your message.

Fuck it.

Shoot your shot.

You tap the share button and choose to send the post of his own hand to him in a private message and then you tap the text box to add a few words.

Mind racing with all the things you could say, your thumbs anxiously hover over the keyboard as you contemplate your options.

Then, you start typing before you can even think it through and you hit send without another thought.

Fuck!

You | 6:31PM

(You shared @archurback4me’s tweet with @archurback4me.)

hi could you maybe not share pictures of my new necklace? people might want to steal it

Fuck. You really just implied his hand is a necklace to you, wanting it wrapped around your throat at all times. You crazy bitch.

You stare at your phone a little while longer but nothing changes. You deeply inhale and breathe out a long sigh that carries a pinch of disappointment before ditching your towel and getting into the shower.

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As you get out of the shower, you can’t help but immediately lunge at your phone, the events from before your hour-long shower booming in your mind when you check your Twitter.

Holy shit.

No messages. What a surprise.

You have requested messages but it’s just bots claiming to be sugar daddies, roleplay accounts or guys wanting you to rate their penis.

You’re a lost cause.

You groan immaturely as you toss your phone aside, drying your body with a pout on your lips and a slight frown decorating your brows.

Your phone keeps buzzing and your heart threatens to implode within your ribcage, yet every time you check it’s just a notification about your tweet being liked again or some loser in your private messages talking to themselves.

Stop it. You’re like a teenager waiting for a response back from the popular guy at school, grow up.

You perform your usual routine before getting dressed in a new pyjama set, loving the way the fabric feels against your freshly shaven legs.

You make yourself a late night dinner, eating it by yourself like a loser before heading into your room and dropping onto your mattress, plugging your phone into the charger and turning over.

A gentle sigh pushes past your lips as you shut your eyes tightly, enough to make stars appear on the back of your eyelids.

Your phone buzzes again but you decide to ignore it. Sleeping time is precious.

You suppose you’ll check it out in the morning.

Wait.

What if it’s @archurback4me?

You try to ignore your thoughts. You need to sleep.

But you can’t ignore it.

You turn over and immediately reach for your phone, watching as it lights up and your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm when you see it’s a Twitter notification.

You open it up, anxiously biting down on your lip. Fuck, you need to calm down.

It’s a message. Holy shit.

Your thumb hesitates but eventually opens your private messages tab.

@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 12:09AM

Why did you block me lol

For FUCK’s sake. Did that Aaron guy really create a new account to send you another message?

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming your head off before locking your phone and turning over again, trying to sleep for real this time.

You should just forget about it at this point.

And you finally, slowly, drift off into a deep slumber, without a single sound coming from your neighbor’s apartment.

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The sunlight peeks through your curtains, causing you to swallow down the curse that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue. You really need to get darker curtains.

You crack your eyelids open and glare at the ceiling, softly sighing as you bring your hands up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. You reach for your phone, noticing a few more notifications from messages, Instagram and Twitter. You check your messages first, replying to Jimin’s question about whether he should cut his hair or not.

Then you open Instagram, noticing the likes people have left on your story—a picture of you hanging out with Jimin.

And then, with a deep sigh, you open Twitter, scrolling through the hundreds of notifications about your tweet being liked and retweeted. You should’ve muted that damn tweet before going to sleep.

You notice you’ve gotten new private messages and you already hold your heart to not be disappointed.

@cockandballt0rture

1 message

You sigh in annoyance and open to read it.

@cockandballt0rture | 8:43AM

hey cutie

You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

@ilikebigbootybitches2

4 messages

For fuck’s sake. Doesn’t this guy know when to give up? You open the conversation nonetheless.

@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 6:01AM

I didn’t even do anything

I’m sorry if I said something wrong

Yo unblock me bitch

Goodmorning beautiful

What a fucking freak. These were all sent in the span of 2 hours. What a red flag.

Your mood is worsening the more time you spend in your private messages tab.

@archurback4me

2 messages

You’re not even in the mood to keep checking, you just…

Wait.

Holy fucking shit.

Is that…?

It is.

It’s him.

He replied.

A lump forms in your throat and it unleashes a bag of sand all over your tongue, drying out your mouth in the process. Why the hell are you so nervous? Just check the messages!

Average case scenario has been thrown out the window. It’s either brutal rejection or reciprecation.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Your thumb taps the unread messages and your eyes intently watch as his response is revealed to you.

@archurback4me | 2:12AM

Necklace, huh? Lol. Can’t lie, I like that a lot. That’s a good one.

First time talking to me and you’re already demanding and claiming me? ‘Brat galore’ for sure. Someone needs to teach you some manners, Angel.

Holy shit.

Oh, shit. What the hell?

Why is your heart pounding in your throat? You wanted this.

It’s excitement. With a mixture of anxiety, maybe. Just breathe. You’ve always got good comebacks, make use of them!

Okay, you will. You wanted him to reply and he did. Now, think about what you want to say to make sure this conversation keeps going.

You decide not to answer just yet, it’s barely 10AM. Go wash your face and brush your teeth before you even begin to think about being horny.

You rub your eyes once more and swing your legs off the bed. Damn, you slept well tonight. You actually didn’t hear a thing from next door. You won’t applaud him for it but you’re glad you’ve finally slept undisturbed a whole night.

You freshen up, make yourself breakfast, lazily watch TV. You do every and anything to get your mind off of that message. Unfortunately, you’re an impatient bitch.

You | 11:16AM

someone needs to teach me manners? i don’t think anyone has the capability to put up with me like that lol. being annoying is like my second nature

You almost want to scream at the amount of strength you use to not cringe at yourself. It’s been too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid, holy shit.

You continue to watch TV, satisfied with just having a lazy Sunday.

2 hours in, you’re chewing obnoxiously loud on some Cheetos, chugging back a can of soda as you’re deep into this murder-mystery show, pausing several times to explain your theories at the wall like a fucking loser.

Damn, you need friends.

Your phone buzzes.

You absentmindedly glance at your phone before back at the TV, shoving some more cheese balls into your mouth.

Until the notification registers in your brain.

You almost choke when you lunge at your phone and unlock it.

Twitter notification.

Fuck.

@archurback4me | 1:23PM

Are you challenging me? Lol

Oh.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Would you look desperate if you replied right away?

Man, fuck it! You’re not a high schooler. It’s a Sunday and you have nothing better to do.

Your thumbs dance across your keyboard as you type in your message and send it.

You | 1:24PM

that depends. do you like to be challenged?

You return your attention to your TV, fighting so hard not to glance at your phone.

It’s easier when you remember it takes him a while to respond anyway, so no need to—

Your phone buzzes.

You immediately lunge at your phone as if his message contains an acceptance letter from Harvard Law.

@archurback4me | 1:27PM

Who doesn’t like to prove others wrong? Especially when the others in question are brats that love to run their mouth lol

Why are you getting horny over some random text? Get yourself together!

You | 1:28PM

and how would mr. smartass know i’m a brat that loves to run her mouth?

@archurback4me | 1:28PM

Aside from you literally just proving my point by talking to me like this and your username being @bratgaIore?

Scrolled through your account a bit. Your captions tell me everything I need to know lol

Nice panties btw

Nice panties?

But you didn’t send him any photos of your…

Holy shit.

He scrolled far enough on your account to find the one indecent picture you posted months ago, a photo of you bent over in the mirror with your perky ass in the air, showcasing the small patch of slick that had leaked from your pussy, through the baby blue colored fabric.

Your face isn’t even in the picture nor are there any recognizable features but publishing photos of yourself on your porn account makes you nervous so you try to avoid it at all costs.

So, why the hell do you find yourself digging up the blue panties from the picture in your drawers right now? Stop!

What are you even doing?

You | 1:35PM

panties?

oh you mean these?

(You sent a photo.)

You can’t believe you just sent him a photo of you on your knees, camera placed behind you, angled at your ass with only the panties covering your buttcheeks and a slightly arched back. What the hell is wrong with you?

He didn’t even have to say or ask anything, you really just did that on your own accord. Are you insane? Since when do you do stuff like this?

@archurback4me | 1:37PM

Lmfao

Fuck lol yeah those

You’re fine as fuck lol

Did you take that just now? For me?

Fuck. Is it that obvious? Now you seem desperate.

You | 1:38PM

you wish

@archurback4me | 1:40PM

Lol. Barely exchanged 5 messages and you’re already driving me up the fucking wall

You | 1:41PM

i already told you no one can put up w me and i take pride in that 🫶

@archurback4me | 1:44PM

Oh, I’m not saying I can’t handle that smart mouth of yours

I’m saying I wanna fuck the shit out you lmao

Oh.

Okay.

Why are your thighs clenching and why is your pussy tingling?

You | 1:45PM

you think i’d let you?

@archurback4me | 1:47PM

You’d beg me babe

Fuck. He’s so fucking cocky. You can’t help but love everything he’s saying.

You | 1:48PM

you sound confident

@archurback4me | 1:48PM

I am. Are you chickening out after all that spewing?

You | 1:49PM

as if

He doesn’t respond for another while so you check his account. He has a new tweet.

‘I’m so fucking hard. Lol’

11 RTs. 54 likes.

Oh. Okay. That’s cool.

@archurback4me | 1:51PM

So, you agree that you’d let me?

You | 1:51PM

aren’t you being a little too cocky?

@archurback4me | 1:53PM

Lmfao

Don’t you like it?

Fuck. You do. You really do.

You | 1:54PM

maybe

but only because i’m cocky too

@archurback4me | 1:55PM

Yeah lol I can tell

And I’ll fuck it right out of you. Dumb girl

Ah, shit. He’s really getting to you.

You | 1:55PM

ur the dumb one 😒

@archurback4me | 1:57PM

Sure I am

For letting you run your mouth like this and not being able to show you the consequences

Already starting to piss me off

You | 1:58PM

good. i enjoy pissing men off. y’all don’t deserve to smile

@archurback4me | 2:00PM

LMAO

Ok you made me laugh

Only makes me wanna fuck your face more though

You | 2:02PM

but you won’t so there’s really no need to talk big game

@archurback4me | 2:03PM

Lmao

You | 2:03PM

what’s so funny i wanna laugh too

@archurback4me | 2:04PM

Nothing

I’m laughing ‘cause I don’t think anyone’s ever been able to piss me off solely through DMs before

You | 2:05PM

yeah well i’m not gonna keep repeating myself

@archurback4me | 2:07PM

Trust I’ll fuck the shit out of you one day. Dumb brat. Make you drool all over my dick like you’re fucking stupid

Damn. Damn. DAMN. You’ve never folded this easily over some sexts, what is he doing to you?

You | 2:09PM

and that day won’t be anytime soon so i’ll say whatever the hell i want in the meantime 😝

@archurback4me | 2:10PM

Lmao

Right

Are you alone right now?

You | 2:12PM

yep

why

@archurback4me | 2:12PM

No reason

Just been thinking about those panties since you showed them

You | 2:13PM

oh these?

(You sent a photo.)

You know you’re petty for sending him a picture of your middle finger but you couldn’t help it.

@archurback4me | 2:14PM

LMAOOOOO

Mannnn

I was excited too

You | 2:16PM

tell you what

i’ll give you another glimpse if you can prove your latest tweet to me

@archurback4me | 2:17PM

My latest tweet?

You | 2:17PM

yep

@archurback4me | 2:18PM

Ah. I see. Lol.

You don’t reply just yet, waiting to see if he takes you up on your offer. Or compromise, whatever you want to call it.

A few minutes of no interaction go by and you can only assume he might actually be doing it.

Then, your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 2:22PM

(🕷️🥀 sent a photo.)

Another lump forms in your throat as you tap the message, allowing it to show you the photo he sent you.

And holy fucking shit.

Low angle, hand gripping his massive boner through his grey sweatpants, tank top lifted to his belly button, happy trail leading down his toned abs and disappearing under the hem of his sweats.

@archurback4me | 2:22PM

Satisfied?

Fuck, you can’t even put into words how hot this is right now. You stare at the photo for a few minutes, your poor bottom lip swollen from how hard you’ve been chewing and sucking on it.

You immediately spread your legs, aiming your front camera right at your sex from a low angle—whilst making sure to keep your face out of it—and capturing the big wet patch on your pussy that proves your arousal at this moment.

You | 2:25PM

(You sent a photo.)

does this answer your question?

@archurback4me | 2:27PM

Damn you’re so

Lmao.

Lmfaooooiwannafuckyousobadooooo

You that wet from being called a dumb girl?

You | 2:27PM

LMAOOOO

but no. i’m that wet from pissing you off. dumbass

@archurback4me | 2:28PM

Yeah, you’re doing a great job at it.

But that’s okay

It’s great even. Keep running your mouth

You | 2:28PM

yeah?

@archurback4me | 2:28PM

Absolutely

Gonna be that much sweeter when I fuck you silly and you’re just gonna be a dumb cock hungry whore swearing you didn’t mean to say all that

You | 2:29PM

then you clearly don’t know me that well

@archurback4me | 2:30PM

You’re right I don’t

Tell me a bit about yourself, angel

Oh, shit. What do you tell him? How much do you say? How much do you keep private? You’ve never gotten to this stage in sexting, it’s usually just horrible questions about what you’re wearing and whether you’re wet. It’s never gotten to a personal stage before.

You | 2:32PM

hmm what do you wanna know?

@archurback4me | 2:33PM

Everything, princess. I’m a bit intrigued

I’d like to know all about you

Do you work? Study? What brings you to this side of Twitter?

Oh, that’s… surprising. You’d think he rarely gives the people in his DMs the time of day, you wonder what he finds intriguing about you. Is it really just the fact that you can get him so worked up without having to do much more than put your annoying mouth to use?

Maybe he has the same problems as you, boring fucking people in your DMs and now someone has come along that piques your interest. You’re relieved you piqued his interest as much as he did yours. Well, maybe not as much but enough to ask you about your personal life.

You | 2:35PM

i don’t really work or study. i have a degree in social work and my parents are currently in the process of building a school so i’ll be working there once it’s finished

and i came to this side of twitter because i’m horny as fuck lol

@archurback4me | 2:37PM

Ah, interesting

And yeah… I suppose that was a dumb question lol

You | 2:39PM

just now realizing that ur dumb? lol

@archurback4me | 2:39PM

Lol

Don’t piss me off

You ok w being called a slut and stuff right? I’ve seen you tweet about it before but still wanna make sure

You | 2:39PM

yeah i like it a lot when done right. thanks for making sure

@archurback4me | 2:40PM

No need to thank me for that

Is Angel your name?

You | 2:40PM

you can call me angel

@archurback4me | 2:40PM

I can but it doesn’t make sense to me

You | 2:40PM

wdym?

@archurback4me | 2:41PM

I mean that you’re a fucking brat and nowhere near angelic

You | 2:42PM

lol

well now i hope it stings you every time you call me angel

@archurback4me | 2:43PM

Lol

You’ve made me so fucking hard

I can’t stand you

You | 2:43PM

lol

ur a bit easy

@archurback4me | 2:43PM

Coming from miss idk-you-but-don’t-spread-pics-of-my-necklace-aka-your-hand

You roll your eyes and chuckle, moving your camera downwards and recording as you push your panties to the side. You drag your finger up your wet slit and slowly pull it away, showing the camera just how wet you are when the string of slick stays connected to your fingers as you pull them away from your sex.

You rewatch the video a few times, eyes glued to the way your fingers slide your panties to the side to reveal your bare pussy to the camera. With your pussy glistening under the sunlight, it looks quite mesmerizing. Your teeth pick at the inside of your cheek as you add it to your message.

You | 2:48PM

lol touché

but i never said i wasn’t easy

look where it’s got me

(You sent a video.)

The jolt of electricity traveling up your spine can only be described as your heart skipping a beat. You can’t believe you just did that. Sure, you’ve sent inappropriate photos before, but you’ve never actually sent anyone nudes. Not anyone that wasn’t your romantic partner, at least.

You watch in silence as the typing bubble pops up and then disappears. Fuck. You wonder what he wants to say.

Several minutes pass. Shit, did you overstep?

You get up from your couch to get yourself a cold drink in hopes it’ll cool you down but after chugging the entire can of soda, you realize nothing is going to help you right now.

Fuck. Why are you panicking? Calm down. He’s just–

Your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 2:58PM

(🕷️🥀 sent a video.)

@archurback4me reacted to your video with ‘❤️’!

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He’s full on stroking his rock hard dick, precum oozing from the tip, shaft wet and lubed up. Fuck. It’s so fucking hot.

You can’t help yourself as you jog to your room, jumping onto your bed and ditching your panties as you do.

You start pumping your fingers into your drenched pussy while watching the video, your own touch not doing enough for you. You wish he was here, ready to pound you for hours on end.

You click the voice memo option and hit record, holding your phone near your pussy as you start deliberately fucking your fingers into your sex faster to create the loud squelching sound as you try to keep yourself from moaning in the background but to no avail, you’re pretty sure a few faint moans can be heard in the voice memo but you don’t care. You’re so fucking turned on and it’s his fault.

Your thumb trembles as it hovers over your keyboard but just as quickly, your thumb slams down on the send button and you toss your phone to the side.

Ugh, what an odd feeling. This is weird.

Your teeth anxiously go on a rampage by tearing the loose flesh around your nails clean off your fingers as you await his response. He probably has multiple people in his DMs sending him these types of things, why would yours stand out?

But just like clockwork, your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 3:09PM

Are you trying to fucking kill me

What the fuck

You | 3:10PM

just now realizing that?

ur not very bright are you

@archurback4me | 3:10PM

Lmao

You’re gonna regret talking this much shit

You | 3:11PM

threatening me with a good time?

surely you can do better than that

@archurback4me | 3:11PM

Lmfaoooo

I’m looking forward to fucking all that brattiness out of you

Corrupt you and use you as I please

Dumb fucking girl

You | 3:11PM

me too

but unfortunately ur all talk no action

@archurback4me | 3:12PM

LMAOOO you’re actually pissing me off

Gonna be thinking about you whenever I’m fucking someone now

And it’s all your fault

You | 3:12PM

LOLLLL

good

you should be thinking about me

@archurback4me | 3:12PM

Lol

Of course you would say that

Brat

You | 3:12PM

sorry

can’t help it if you make me feel special

@archurback4me | 3:13PM

How am I making you feel special

You | 3:13PM

telling me no one has ever pissed you off like this and we’ve just started talking

i told you i take pride in that

@archurback4me | 3:14PM

For fucks sake

You’re so annoying

Kinda reminds me of someone I know

You | 3:15PM

lol hope they’re sexy like me

yes i quite literally told you that all the way at the start

@archurback4me | 3:15PM

Lol

But people say it often

But they don’t turn out to be annoying like they claim

Just loud and boring

You actually being annoying makes me wanna literally fuck it out of you lol

You | 3:15PM

now you’ve got me giggling

@archurback4me | 3:15PM

You like the idea of being fucked to the point of breaking, right?

Apologizing for running your mouth while you’re sobbing and drooling all over me and your pillows

Like a proper stupid girl

You | 3:16PM

sounds like a dream come true

but it won’t happen so

@archurback4me | 3:17PM

I’m a freelancer so I’m usually free but my schedule is always full around this time of year

We can meet in a few weeks if you’re up for it. I’ll fly out to wherever you want me to

You | 3:16PM

interesting

what do you do for work?

if ur ok w sharing

@archurback4me | 3:16PM

Photographer

You | 3:16PM

ouuuu

gonna take pics of me when you’ve ruined me properly?

@archurback4me | 3:17PM

If you allow me

You | 3:17PM

hmm

okay

deal

@archurback4me | 3:18PM

Finally not a smartass answer

You | 3:18PM

ur right 🤔

lemme change that real quick

shut up freak

Suddenly, he types and then stops. It makes you wonder whether you said something wrong. You keep rereading your last few messages. Did you?

@archurback4me | 3:22PM

Infuriating little brat

Pissing me off

Anyway

I’m gonna go walk my dog but thanks to you I have to go fuck my hand first

Don’t miss me too much

I’ll talk to you later. x

You | 3:22PM

okay

send me a vid of you fucking my necklace

aka a vid of you masturbating

lol jkjk

i’ll try not to miss you

@archurback4me | 3:23PM

Lmaooo

Oh? 2 non-smartass answers back to back

You’re already breaking for me and I haven’t done anything

You | 3:24PM

piss off loser

go walk your dog

@archurback4me | 3:25PM

Watch your mouth Angel

I will

Talk to you later

You | 3:26PM

sorry sir

baiii

You put your phone down and can’t help but smile widely, lips twitching at its corners as you try to stop yourself from getting…too excited.

Because then it dawns on you.

You still don’t know his name.

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