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luv-gukkie · 11 months

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cherry | 𖦊 : four

pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader, yandere! jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.6k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don't be silly), reader is on birth control tho, creampie, squirting, flashback to chapter two, mentions of betrayal, a small peek of taehyung’s possessive side, cute moments with jk, sex under fireworks…again, slight crying during sex, fingering, soft jk

notes: namjoon making an appearance ;) jungkook is on his KNEES for the reader. and i think we’re all loving it?!? pearls>>>

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn

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your hand searches for your phone inside your bag. you just took your birth control pill after coming home, and all you've been doing is watching tv. your fingers wrap around a piece of paper that crumbles under your grasp instead. your eyes widen at what it says and who's it from. namjoon's phone number is on it and he's writing to call him at anytime. a smile appears on your face as you fall back, giggling at the thought. you finally get your phone and call him. on the other end, namjoon has waited the longest time for you to call him. his mind still goes back to how beautiful you looked in the black dress with the slit and the pearls that laid on your necklace. and how you looked without the dress. clung onto his and jungkook's cocks like a pretty slut. namjoon remembers how your walls felt around him. how you moaned into his ears, the pearls jungkook kept pulling as he thrusted into you. it was you, the girl jungkook was crazy about. the pearls he gave you were worth more than a fortune. and the lovey-dovey eyes he gives you every second has namjoon guessing that you're a once in a lifetime chance. and a man like kim namjoon, never lets go of opportunities. especially, the most perfect, pretty girl he's ever seen.

therefore, when it's been a day and he hasn't heard a single word about you. namjoon has begun to worry, questions filling his head. the worst thing that could happen is that he'll never see you again. and that his good friend, one of his most trusted friends, will get to keep you. at that thought, namjoon feels his body heavy with envy and hands itching to wrap around jungkook's neck. but it's taken away, when he hears his phone ring from an unknown caller, and he can't deny that his heart is beating. he's hoping it's you. when he answers, namjoon feels completely relaxed at the sound of your angelic voice. hand smoothing out his hair gently. both of you talk for quite a while. "i wanna take you out for dinner." you laugh at his directness, "so when are you available?" you think it through, "i think, maybe, next saturday." namjoon immediately notes it down so he can clear the whole day just to spend time with you. before you know it, it's past midnight, after a few long goodbyes, you're sleeping away. a lot on your plate for tomorrow.

jungkook sends his chauffeur to pick you up earring in the morning. "mr. jeon is preparing a surprise for you, but he wants to make sure you've eaten. so where would you like to eat your breakfast?" you process the words slowly, mind still drifting in and out of sleepiness. you order a chocolate croissant with berries surrounding the dish as soon as you arrive at the cafe. ordering one for jungkook as well. the drive to jungkook's house is quiet, except for the dings that come from your phone. finally, you wake up to silence it. oblivious to the driver who eyes the phone, could it be mr. jeon? "or perhaps someone else?" he mumbles. but he brushes it to nothing because it could be anyone.

jungkook is nervous, his fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt and he keeps checking himself in the mirror. tonight, he wants to talk more deeply with you. take the relationship that you two have into a more deeper meaning. jungkook wants you to live with him. he's known you for a while and he's ready to take things onto another level. jungkook smiles when he sees your sleepy form enter his room, "aw, is my pretty baby tired?" he wraps his hands around you and kisses your forehead and nose as an attempt to wake you up. he smiles when he hears you agree with him, yawning into his torso. your hands are pulling him closer to the bed, trying to pull hi

down to lay next to you. "c'mon, i want to show you something. you'll like it." he raises his eyebrows, but you don't budge at all. "ten more minutes, jungkookie, please." you whine out as a protest. jungkook easily gives in to your adorable features, nodded his head as he embraces you in his arms. when you do awake, it's so close to past twelve. jungkook has his arms wrapped around your waist, your head hiding in his shoulder, and he's softly tracing your back. "you're finally up," he smiles down at you. he does a hand gesture with his hand at a direction, and before you know it, your being smooched all over by bam. the doberman is on top of you, excited to see you. "bam!" you squeal. you can hear jungkook giggling in the background at the sight of his dog and you bonding.

when bam finally calms down, all of you decide to play around in the spacious yard. "he's grown so much." you mutter, looking at the dog run after the ball you throw. you remember when jungkook first got the puppy, he was small with big ears that kept falling down his eyes. he's turning two soon. it makes you realize how long you've met with jungkook, and have been doing this. and how nobody has found out: no friends or family either. your thoughts fly out, when you're left completely soaked by the hoes jungkook holds in his hand. he laughs at you, and that's when both of you start fooling around. fighting over who gets the hoes, using bam as an assistant, and much more.

you barely register that the sun is setting when you look up, you're tired. jungkook keeps on winning and winning, and you can't do anything when he has more strength than you will ever have. "i'll go get some towels." you watch as jungkook leaves before pulling out your phone to check for messages. you open taehyung's messages and missed calls. you dial his phone number, "y/n, you finally answer me!" he shouts into your ear, it makes you wince. "hi tae." before you can say anything else, he begins to ramble on. "i miss you. tannie does too, he's been whining all day. maybe you can stop by? i just want to see your pretty face, it's been a long day without seeing you. come over please. when you do come home, i'll prepare something nice. we can have whatever you want!" you giggle at his begging, "tae, i'm sorry but i'm busying studying for an exam. the professor gives a ton of work too! maybe next time?" he stays quiet on the other line and you feel your heart slightly falter along with the smile on your face. "don't i take good care of you? buy you anything you want? i just wanna see you fucking once. if you don't come by at least tomorrow morning, i won't buy you anything." he ends the call with a low voice. you're slightly shaking at the threat, because it carries a different meaning to it as well. you see jungkook coming back, so you hide your phone back where it was, reminding yourself to go see taehyung.

all the three of you are wrapped around in towels, shivering from playing around with cold water. jungkook is laying down on his back, facing the sky. you're sitting next to him, hands playing with his hair as bam sits in between your legs. the screen projector plays a movie on the wall of his house. jungkook keeps on feeding you snacks from foreign countries, some of his souvenirs from when he went away. you forget about the fireworks until jungkook picks you up and lays you in between his legs. the dark sky fills with the colorful illuminations. you can hear the powerful crackling of them in the sky. bam barks at the noise so you cover his ears, then another pair of bigger hands fall on top of yours. at the end, the last firework forms a beautiful heart in the shade of a light pink. you smile at it, "you like it?" jungkook hasn't looked up at the night fall once, his doe eyes have been staring at your expressions. you look back at him, give him a small peck on the lips that leaves him wanting more. his lips go to catch your lips again as you pull away, the cold metal of his piercing touching your lip. his hands separating your legs as he pulls his shorts down. you slide you dress up to the waist and his hands pull at your panties desperately. jungkook's head digs into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses. his finger enters your hole, the intrusion hurting you a bit. his pace starts slow to get you more wet, and when you're ready, his hands stead themselves on your hips. jungkook pulls you closer, his tip entering your cunt, smearing your walls with just his pre-cum. he slides in, moaning at your warms walls clinging on to him. your back arches, eyes becoming blurry at the pleasure of having his cock inside you.

he waits for a while, wondering if he should ask you what he's been wanting to for a long time. you clench around him tightly, and his chest just lets it go. "come live with me. the house is more than enough for the three of us." jungkook stops himself before he says more, like how the house is made for families with babies. and how he wants one with you. but you don't seem to hear it over the surprise firework that forms a heart in your favorite color.

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moonleeai · 2 years

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Get Away

𓆩♡𓆪 Thank you Shaytaree, Sara, and Izza for beta reading and giving this life 𓆩♡𓆪

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⟢ Fic Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader / Namjoon x fem reader

⟢ Genres: angst, fluff

⟢ Rating: 18+

⟢ Word count: 2,337

⟢ Warnings: name calling, cursing

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“You look like a whore, too!”

“Thanks Tae Tae! You always were the best with compliments!” You turned and blew a kiss in his direction while your insides felt like they were being squeezed by a giant’s fist. You wrapped your hands around your arms and rubbed up and down to take the chill away. It was a summer night but seeing him with someone else…and hearing those words…your body temperature seemed to be non-existent.

It was Halloween and your friends convinced you to come to a costume party in a racy ensemble. You wallowed in self pity for months after the break up and finally agreed to go out with friends. You needed to feel pretty, feel wanted, and feel alive again. You dressed up as Lola Bunny: tall bunny ears, a white sports bra with matching cheeky shorts, both with blue trim. The top had Space Jam written on the front and a number ten on the back. Your lower half fit with white high dunks, knee high socks, and a fluffy bunny tail affixed to the shorts. You were enjoying yourself at the rooftop lounge until you made eye contact with Taehyung, his face twisted with a foul look. You were quick to turn away but he made sure you’d not just notice him, but notice he was with someone new already. You tried showing interest in the guys flirting with you, taking any drinks coming your way, but in return, Taehyung’s jealousy reared its ugly head, abruptly ending your night. He shoved a guy you were talking to and got in your face, your friends were able to pull you away from him, but that didn’t save your ears from all the menial words he pelted your way. Security dragged him outside and, as you were leaving, he thought he’d get in one last jab. You jumped in a taxi with your friends where they do what they can with your inconsolable, sobbing, trembling self. You remember getting back to your place but nothing after walking into your room.

“Hey— hey are you okay?” The earthquake of a shake was enough to startle you, but the voice…was it really…you rolled over and saw him sitting next to you.

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“You never changed your code. I’ve been calling you all morning.”

“And?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

He may have been a jerk at times but he was also a sweetheart. His hurtful words were something you always justified as him being stressed from his responsibilities. But you weren’t letting yourself do that anymore.

“For fucking what Tae!? Last night you looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of your Gucci shoes. Then you called me a whore! Of all things…that’s something I’m far from.”

“I was just jealous.”

“At what? It’s not like I was all over anyone like you were with that blonde. We’ve been broken up for months. Let’s just move on already.”

“I—“ he tried to say more but you interrupted him.

“You haven’t talked to me since you broke up with me. I must have called and texted a hundred times like a crazy person and you didn’t return a single one.” Your voice broke but you refused to shed another tear in front of him.

“I just want you to do something with your life. Is that so wrong?” He tried to rebut.

“Please go now.”

“Come on. Let’s talk. Please. We can work things out if you just…I don’t know, have some ambition.” He turned on his charm, holding your hands and giving the sweetest expression, even though his words were laced with poison, but you realized you couldn’t let him keep putting you down.

“Tae, before I get nasty, please. Please just fucking go.” You grabbed your head, trying to soothe the sudden hammer hitting nails into your skull.

“Fine. I’ll go. I brought you these hangover cures. I know drinking isn’t really your thing.”

You look in the bag of goodies and start feasting on a few of your favorites. After three years of dating, he knew you well, but that didn’t mean you had to forgive him.

“K. Thanks. Bye.”

He sulked out of the room but not before shouting one last insult, “You don’t have to be so bitchy. At least I have determination to do something with my life!” You waited to hear the door close and give the locked chime sound to grab your phone and search ‘how to change code on keypad’, but the hammer returned.

In the beginning he always had compliments; said you were too smart when he proofread your college papers, so cool and cultured from traveling abroad in places most only dream of, and so stylish with every outfit you wore but loved you in sweats. He loved how you weren’t materialistic and thrived off experiences. Always stating he couldn’t want anything more…but people change. He couldn’t accept what you had decided would be the most fulfilling for you. You thought back to the night he crushed your dreams:

A short weekend getaway to the beach, for two separate reasons. You wanted to celebrate your birthday a little early, but Taehyung had something else in mind. Staring up at the night sky, you listened to the waves lapping on the shore line, the crackling of the bonfire next to you, and the trill of bugs collectively making the perfect summer night song. He grabbed your hand and enlaced your fingers.

“Can I– ask something?” You sensed he was holding something back with the question.

“Of course.” You turned your body towards him, admiring the glow of his skin under the moonlight, giving him your full attention to hopefully put him at ease.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Hmmm, I see us married with kids. Maybe two…or three by then. If you really want five we’ll have to get to work fairly quickly.” You giggled, smiling from ear to ear.

“No, yn. You. Where do you see yourself?”

“I don’t get it, I just told you.”

Irritation laced his tone, “Instead of where you see us, just tell me where you see you.” A brief silence and your eyes began to wander around. Unsure of whatever game this was, not wanting to set him off more, you couldn’t think of any other way to answer except for rewording what you said already.

“I– see– myself married with kids?” It came out like a question instead of an answer.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking infuriating sometimes.” He sat up abruptly. Your chest tightened and all you could do was worry about what was next. How could you fix it?

“Okay…I’m trying. Can you give me some context? I mean, in five years I see us, not just me. What am I saying wrong? How should I be saying it?” You reached for his hand to keep things calm but he pulled away from you.

“That’s the thing…you have no intent on using your degree or having a career. You just want to be a wife and mom.”

“What’s wrong with that? It’ll be hard to work with five kids,” you racked your brain trying to think of alternatives, “I mean do you want to stay home? I’m sure we can find a happy medium.” Your mind swarmed with thoughts and emotions that you just couldn’t seem to swat away. They crowded the cognitive space of your brain and caused confusion.

“We want different things.”

“I– I can get a job with my degree before we get married and have kids, if that’s what the problem is.”

“No.” he said cold and flat

“So– you don’t want five kids anymore?”

“Jesus, yn. I don’t think we’re meant to be together, okay. We’re just comfortable with each other. And it bothers me that you don’t want to be anything more than just a wife and mother.”

“Anything more? I always imagined being a wife and mother as the most rewarding job in the world.”

“Again. We’re different and don’t want the same things. There's no point in wasting each other’s time anymore.”

Suddenly there was a comfortless silence. The bugs were no longer making melodies with the calm waves. The fire went out, causing the cool crisp air to kiss your skin, inciting goosebumps to prickle your skin. Clouds quickly began covering up the glistening stars that littered the sky.

FIVE YEARS LATER

After taking to heart Taehyung’s words which still felt like yesterday, you decided maybe he was right. You couldn’t keep doing part time jobs until your dreams came true. With your Architecture Design degree, you decided interior design and decorating suited you best. After just a year of working for a high profile company, your name soon became as well known as Joanna Gaines. Two years into the game, you were sought after by so many you had to start turning jobs away. Deep down there was always something missing though. This was just filling your time until you could be what you really wanted. A wife and mother.

You were finishing up your last job for a home on the beach. The owner wanted you to be a part of the celebration for their new home and cozy space that you created with all their wishes and demands. This Halloween party was formal attire only, a glamorous event with tasteful tuxedos and flattering evening gowns. You dolled yourself up in an off the shoulder wine colored gown with a high slit on the side, exposing your leg up to your thigh. Hair was in a simple half up style allowing your wavy hair to lay just at your collar bones. As the celebration mellowed out, you excused yourself and made way to what used to be your favorite place. A place in which you hadn’t visited for such a long time. The same beach where your dreams shattered years ago.

You walked down the weathered wooden path and at the end, you halted to take off your heels. Stepping off you lifted your gown, and appreciated the velvety sand between your toes. You perched on a large drift log and slightly slid your toes to the water's edge. Listening to the murmur of the sea, you looked up at the clear sky, a black marble slate embedded with white flakes glistening for all the world to see. A shooting star streaks across your view and you let out a sigh of relief. You did it. You’d been doing it. No longer stuck in his words that haunted you for so long.

“A beautiful lady shouldn’t be out here alone.” You turned and saw Taehyung, also dressed to the nines.

“Uhhh– hi,” you let out.

“What’s the coincidence we meet again.”

“No idea. What are you doing here?”

“I was at a friend's wedding, just got back to the rental house, so I thought I’d go for a stroll.”

“Oh.” You looked down, not really interested in a conversation.

“You?”

“Just finished up with a client’s celebration…also just going for a stroll.”

“Yeah? I hear you're pretty popular now.”

“I guess.” You glanced at your phone, hoping your way out would arrive soon.

“So not just a wife and mom, huh?” Suddenly you feel dissatisfied. Still five years later, he has the same mentality. But little did he know this was your last job…for that exact reason. He continued, “Since you actually turned your life around, you wanna go grab coffee or food? We could catch up…maybe see—“

“Actually, let me stop you there. If you must know, I am a wife and a mother now. I started this job years ago just to fill my time until I could live my dream. I got married eighteen months ago and we have six month old twins, a boy and a girl. Their dad asked me to quit working and devote all my time to them. So yeah…I am just a wife and mom after tonight.”

“I didn’t know you got married…and kids… already, wow?” he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why would you? We’re of the past. I have someone who gets me and loves me for wanting something as simple as being a devoted wife and loving mother.”

You heard heavy footsteps making their way down the wooden planks and a huge smile came across your face knowing exactly who it was.

“Honey! There you are. My sister is watching the babies so we have a few hours of us time before they wake up. You know they won’t be happy if they don’t see us there.”

You turned back to Taehyung gleaming, “Goodbye, Tae.”

As you walk up the path, your husband gushes, “Baby what is this dress? I swear I’ve never seen this one on you. Please tell me you have pics.” You giggle as your husband's hands find every curve possible in just a short walk. “Wait, wait, wait.” He picks you up and sits you on the railing. Arms tight around your waist and lips graciously kissing the top of your breasts.

“Namjoon, not here! My clients are literally a stone throw away!”

He looks up smirking but obliges, gently bringing you back down and pressed his lips on yours. When he pulled away, he asked, “Who was that guy down there?”

“Remember my ex who dumped me because–”

“You’re kidding! That was THE Taehyung?”

“Flesh and blood.”

“I’ll be right back.” Namjoon kisses your cheek and jogs back to the end of the path.

“What are you–” you are interrupted by his shout.

“Hey, Taehyung. Thanks man.” He gives a sloppy salute and jogs back to you grinning.

“What was that for?!” you ask, confused.

“Honey, how could he let you get away?” he leans down, nuzzling his lips on your neck, kissing every spot of skin he could, “I won’t make that mistake, I won’t ever let you get away.”

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