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Quiet Neighborhood Park • South Korea • Summer Afternoon • Old Oak Tree • Hidden Woodland Path • Urban Crime Underworld
📝 Word Count:
~3k | Status: Complete
💄 Summary:
Y/N thought she'd found safety.
After a dangerous encounter with local bullies, a mysterious older man named Kim Taehyung stepped into her life like a guardian, offering kindness, comfort, and protection in a world that had rarely shown her either.
To everyone else, he was a man whispered about in fear , a street enforcer with blood on his hands and secrets buried beneath a charming smile.
To her...
He was simply Tae Bear.
But behind every gentle touch lies an obsession years in the making.
As innocence collides with manipulation, affection slowly becomes control, leaving Y/N to question whether the man who rescued her was ever her savior at all or simply the first person to quietly cage her heart.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Dark Romance
↳ Psychological Manipulation
↳ Grooming Dynamics
↳ Crime & Gang Activity
↳ Obsession
↳ Possessive Love Interest
↳ Emotional Dependency
↳ Innocence Corrupted
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Moral Corruption
↳ Manipulation Disguised as Protection
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
⚠️ Dark Psychological Themes
🩸 Crime & Violence References
⚠️ Emotional Manipulation
⚠️ Grooming Dynamics
⚠️ Obsessive Behaviour
⚠️ Coercive Relationship Dynamics
⚠️ Power Imbalance
⚠️ Possessive Love Interest
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Themes
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains dark romance, psychological manipulation, crime, coercive relationship dynamics, violence references, and other mature themes intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
- keep your girl head in my tommy boxers👅
She had no fucking idea how long I’d been watching her.
From the shadows of that dingy alley near her house, I first saw her properly all soft curves wrapped in that plain school uniform, books clutched to her chest like a shield. Y/N. Sweet little Y/N with her plump pink lips, pale skin, and those big, innocent doe eyes that made my cock twitch every single time. She was everything I wasn’t: soft, pure, untouched. And I wanted to ruin her. Slowly. Completely.
I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m the guy people cross the street to avoid. Red jacket, silver studs on the cuffs, black mesh gloves, bandana tied around my hair the streets know me. I collect debts, break bones when necessary, run with people who don’t ask questions. But her? She made me feel like a starving animal.
I’d seen her before that day laughing with her friends at the tteokbokki stall, sketching under the oak tree in the park, her floral dresses fluttering around those thick thighs. I followed her from a distance more times than I’d admit. I knew her schedule. I knew her parents worked late. I even had copies of her house keys made.
The day those senior bitches cornered her in the alley, I stepped in without thinking. One of them raised her hand to slap my pretty girl and something dark snapped inside me. I didn’t care they were girls. I made them regret it. When Y/N looked up at me with those wide, grateful eyes and called me her “Tae Bear” a few days later… I was done for.
I played the part perfectly. Walking her home from school. Listening to her dreams about becoming a sketch artist. Letting her ramble about her books while my hand rested on her waist, feeling the soft give of her body. Every noon I’d sneak into her pastel pink room while she was at school breathing in her strawberry scent, stealing her cute pink bow bra, wrapping it around my thick cock and stroking myself until I painted it white. I was hard for her constantly. Even when I was out collecting money or handling business with the crew, one glimpse of her curvy figure in the distance had me throbbing.
Today was the day I stopped pretending to be patient.
She was waiting for me in the park like the good girl she was sitting under our tree in that soft green gingham dress that hugged her tits and flared out around her wide hips. The lace hem brushed her thighs. Her hair was loose with a matching bow. She looked like a fucking dessert.
I parked my bike and walked over, sliding my hand around her waist the second I reached her. She leaned into me without hesitation. So trusting.
We walked for a bit while she yapped about her little problems some friend being mad at her, an argument with her mom. I played the sweet card. “Don’t worry about that, my pretty girl.” But my mind was elsewhere. I was suffering. Every sway of her hips, every innocent glance I wanted to bend her over and bury myself inside her right there.
I guided her back under the tree where her novel and sketchbook still lay on the blanket. Time to test the waters.
I started with questions. Light at first, then filthier. I watched her cheeks flush, her thighs press together. She was curious. My innocent little thing had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
She obeyed so sweetly, sinking down onto the blanket in that pretty dress, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. I pulled my cock out heavy, thick, veined, already leaking. Her reaction was perfect. Wide eyes, parted lips, that little gulp.
“Baby, see this thing? Yeah?” I stroked it slowly in front of her face. “It’s called a dick… a cock. And soon it’s going to be in your pretty mouth.”
“M-my m-mouth?” Her voice trembled. “But that’s so dirty… and how is it going to fit? It’s so big… so massive…”
I laughed low, the sound dark even to my own ears. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I’ll make it fit even if I have to make you choke on it.”
Her gaze dropped to my heavy balls. I smirked, grabbing her soft hand and pressing it against them. “Feel that? That’s my pent-up load, baby. All for you.”
“T-Tae… Tae Bear…” she whispered, biting that plump lip.
I made her massage them, then pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing my leaking cock across her soft cheeks and nose, smearing precum over her skin. “Smell that masculine scent, baby? It’s making your little pussy crave cock, isn’t it?”
She nodded, already breathing faster.
“Open.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. I rested the fat head on her warm tongue first, letting her feel the weight. The sight of her looking up at me with her mouth full nearly made me cum on the spot.
I started gentle guiding her to kiss and lick from my balls to the tip, brushing her hair back almost tenderly. But the beast inside me won. I fisted her hair, undoing that innocent bow and turning it into a messy ponytail. Then I fucked her face.
Hard. Deep. Filthy.
She gagged and choked, drool spilling down her chin onto her green dress, eyes watering. I groaned like an animal, hips snapping, using her pretty mouth like a toy. “That’s it… take it, you innocent little cocksucker.”
When I was close, I pulled out. She gasped for air, head hanging. I slapped her cheek lightly. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I stroked myself over her face and came hard thick, long ropes of cum painting her flushed cheeks, her lips, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits and dress.
“Fuck… pretty thing,” I muttered, coming down from the high.
I knelt and gently cleaned her up with my bandana, kissing her forehead like the sweet Tae Bear she still thought I was. But we both knew something had shifted. I’d had a taste, and I wasn’t stopping.
She was mine to corrupt now.
And I was only getting started.
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A/n:
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contains: college AU, basketball player!Taehyung, emotionally repressed!Taehyung, protective!Taehyung, possessive!Taehyung, dom!Taehyung (later), innocent!OC, friends-to-lovers, first love, mutual pining, slow burn, yearning, hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, grief, parental abuse (past), domestic violence (past), divorce, infidelity, family dysfunction, emotional dependency, psychological tension, miscommunication, reunion, explicit sexual content (Cock warming, messy kisses, fingering, oral (m&f) and more later), praise, jealousy, obsessive devotion, morally complicated decisions, heavy angst, strong language, emotionally intimate scenes, healing, happy ending, healing, and emotionally messy characters trying to love each other despite everything.
"Broken things remember the hands that tried to repair them."
Summary:
The first time Yeonhee met Kim Taehyung, he was alone in an empty basketball court, throwing every ounce of anger he couldn't take out on the world into a basketball hoop.
She'd only come there to hide, never expecting someone to already be there.
Neither of them meant to become each other's favorite part of an otherwise ordinary life, making it just a little easier to survive.
What begins with shared silence, convenience-store dinners, and homemade cookies slowly becomes the safest place either of them has ever known... until one buried secret forces Taehyung to destroy the only good thing he's ever had.
Years later, fate brings Yeonhee back to his doorstep.
This time, the truth refuses to stay buried.
I. KṢAṆA (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
Ksaņa Ksha-na The small moment that quietly becomes a memory
Chapter 1 — The Empty Court (15k–20k)
An empty basketball court after sunset wasn't supposed to change either of their lives. Yet somewhere between echoing dribbles, convenience-store dinners, and a box of homemade cookies, two strangers begin sharing a silence that slowly starts to feel like home.
Chapter 2 — Cookies (18k–22k)
By the time Taehyung realizes Yeonhee has quietly become the safest part of his life, she's already woven herself into every ordinary day.
II. KAIROS (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
kai· ros ['kīräs] noun, Greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.
Chapter 3 — The Photograph (18k–20k)
One decision that changes everything. Sometimes the cruelest thing love can do… is choose goodbye.
III. YEOUBI (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
Yeoubi (n. Korean) the sun shining through the rain
Chapter 4 — Rain (15k)
An apology becomes a confession. A confession becomes a kiss. For one fragile moment, it almost feels like they've found their way back to each other.
Quiet Neighborhood Park • South Korea • Summer Afternoon • Old Oak Tree • Hidden Woodland Path • Urban Crime Underworld
📝 Word Count:
~3k | Status: Complete
💄 Summary:
Y/N thought she'd found safety.
After a dangerous encounter with local bullies, a mysterious older man named Kim Taehyung stepped into her life like a guardian, offering kindness, comfort, and protection in a world that had rarely shown her either.
To everyone else, he was a man whispered about in fear , a street enforcer with blood on his hands and secrets buried beneath a charming smile.
To her...
He was simply Tae Bear.
But behind every gentle touch lies an obsession years in the making.
As innocence collides with manipulation, affection slowly becomes control, leaving Y/N to question whether the man who rescued her was ever her savior at all or simply the first person to quietly cage her heart.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Dark Romance
↳ Psychological Manipulation
↳ Grooming Dynamics
↳ Crime & Gang Activity
↳ Obsession
↳ Possessive Love Interest
↳ Emotional Dependency
↳ Innocence Corrupted
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Moral Corruption
↳ Manipulation Disguised as Protection
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
⚠️ Dark Psychological Themes
🩸 Crime & Violence References
⚠️ Emotional Manipulation
⚠️ Grooming Dynamics
⚠️ Obsessive Behaviour
⚠️ Coercive Relationship Dynamics
⚠️ Power Imbalance
⚠️ Possessive Love Interest
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Themes
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains dark romance, psychological manipulation, crime, coercive relationship dynamics, violence references, and other mature themes intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
- keep your girl head in my tommy boxers👅
She had no fucking idea how long I’d been watching her.
From the shadows of that dingy alley near her house, I first saw her properly all soft curves wrapped in that plain school uniform, books clutched to her chest like a shield. Y/N. Sweet little Y/N with her plump pink lips, pale skin, and those big, innocent doe eyes that made my cock twitch every single time. She was everything I wasn’t: soft, pure, untouched. And I wanted to ruin her. Slowly. Completely.
I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m the guy people cross the street to avoid. Red jacket, silver studs on the cuffs, black mesh gloves, bandana tied around my hair the streets know me. I collect debts, break bones when necessary, run with people who don’t ask questions. But her? She made me feel like a starving animal.
I’d seen her before that day laughing with her friends at the tteokbokki stall, sketching under the oak tree in the park, her floral dresses fluttering around those thick thighs. I followed her from a distance more times than I’d admit. I knew her schedule. I knew her parents worked late. I even had copies of her house keys made.
The day those senior bitches cornered her in the alley, I stepped in without thinking. One of them raised her hand to slap my pretty girl and something dark snapped inside me. I didn’t care they were girls. I made them regret it. When Y/N looked up at me with those wide, grateful eyes and called me her “Tae Bear” a few days later… I was done for.
I played the part perfectly. Walking her home from school. Listening to her dreams about becoming a sketch artist. Letting her ramble about her books while my hand rested on her waist, feeling the soft give of her body. Every noon I’d sneak into her pastel pink room while she was at school breathing in her strawberry scent, stealing her cute pink bow bra, wrapping it around my thick cock and stroking myself until I painted it white. I was hard for her constantly. Even when I was out collecting money or handling business with the crew, one glimpse of her curvy figure in the distance had me throbbing.
Today was the day I stopped pretending to be patient.
She was waiting for me in the park like the good girl she was sitting under our tree in that soft green gingham dress that hugged her tits and flared out around her wide hips. The lace hem brushed her thighs. Her hair was loose with a matching bow. She looked like a fucking dessert.
I parked my bike and walked over, sliding my hand around her waist the second I reached her. She leaned into me without hesitation. So trusting.
We walked for a bit while she yapped about her little problems some friend being mad at her, an argument with her mom. I played the sweet card. “Don’t worry about that, my pretty girl.” But my mind was elsewhere. I was suffering. Every sway of her hips, every innocent glance I wanted to bend her over and bury myself inside her right there.
I guided her back under the tree where her novel and sketchbook still lay on the blanket. Time to test the waters.
I started with questions. Light at first, then filthier. I watched her cheeks flush, her thighs press together. She was curious. My innocent little thing had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
She obeyed so sweetly, sinking down onto the blanket in that pretty dress, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. I pulled my cock out heavy, thick, veined, already leaking. Her reaction was perfect. Wide eyes, parted lips, that little gulp.
“Baby, see this thing? Yeah?” I stroked it slowly in front of her face. “It’s called a dick… a cock. And soon it’s going to be in your pretty mouth.”
“M-my m-mouth?” Her voice trembled. “But that’s so dirty… and how is it going to fit? It’s so big… so massive…”
I laughed low, the sound dark even to my own ears. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I’ll make it fit even if I have to make you choke on it.”
Her gaze dropped to my heavy balls. I smirked, grabbing her soft hand and pressing it against them. “Feel that? That’s my pent-up load, baby. All for you.”
“T-Tae… Tae Bear…” she whispered, biting that plump lip.
I made her massage them, then pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing my leaking cock across her soft cheeks and nose, smearing precum over her skin. “Smell that masculine scent, baby? It’s making your little pussy crave cock, isn’t it?”
She nodded, already breathing faster.
“Open.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. I rested the fat head on her warm tongue first, letting her feel the weight. The sight of her looking up at me with her mouth full nearly made me cum on the spot.
I started gentle guiding her to kiss and lick from my balls to the tip, brushing her hair back almost tenderly. But the beast inside me won. I fisted her hair, undoing that innocent bow and turning it into a messy ponytail. Then I fucked her face.
Hard. Deep. Filthy.
She gagged and choked, drool spilling down her chin onto her green dress, eyes watering. I groaned like an animal, hips snapping, using her pretty mouth like a toy. “That’s it… take it, you innocent little cocksucker.”
When I was close, I pulled out. She gasped for air, head hanging. I slapped her cheek lightly. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I stroked myself over her face and came hard thick, long ropes of cum painting her flushed cheeks, her lips, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits and dress.
“Fuck… pretty thing,” I muttered, coming down from the high.
I knelt and gently cleaned her up with my bandana, kissing her forehead like the sweet Tae Bear she still thought I was. But we both knew something had shifted. I’d had a taste, and I wasn’t stopping.
She was mine to corrupt now.
And I was only getting started.
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A/n:
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for those unaware of the situation, an indian engineer, activist, innovator, education reformer, and environment activist who refused to patent his inventions, so that people could use them freely, and built a free school for underpriviliged kids, went on a hunger strike to demand accountability from the indian government for the massive amount of exam paper leaks that have occurred during this current government's rule. his name is sonam wangchuk, and today, on the 20th day of his hunger strike, he was forcefully apprehended by the delhi police, and taken into custody. so far, we have no idea where they've taken him, and during his apprehending, a large group of men forced their way onto the dais he was lying down on(because he's no longer capable of even sitting up in his current state), and held up screens to prevent people from even seeing or recording what they were doing to him behind them.
as a result of the latest paper leak-which was a medical entrance exam-20+ kids committed suicide. this man saw their plight, and decided to use a form of peaceful protest, that indian freedom fighters used, to fight against colonial rule. it's something that has barely gotten any media coverage, as most news channels and newspapers are tightly controlled by the government. there were plans to conduct a peaceful walk to the parliament, and before that could proceed, the police-armed in tactical gear-kidnapped a frail old man, who can't even stand without assistance. this is plain and simple fascism, please talk about it on your various social media platforms to put some pressure on the indian government for the immediate release of this man.
update on this post: we now know he's being kept at safdarjung hospital, and has not been allowed to leave, or have access to his phone or the internet. they have essentially arrested him for practicing his right to peaceful protest. a colleague of mine who works at safdarjung, has not been able to meet him or check on his condition.
over the last seven years, more than 70 national exam papers have leaked, gutting the futures of 37 million students who dedicate every minute of every day to prepare for a sole shot at their future. look at this year's medical entrance exam: over 2.4 million students(mostly late teens) give up their entire high school years (which shouldn't be the norm btw) to prepare for a test that happens only once a year, only for it to be leaked by someone within the very agency conducting it. Because of the agonizing pressure and the forced retakes, more than 20 precious lives were slaughtered by this system. yet, the prime minister has no time to take a knee and acknowledge this, tho he has a shit ton of time to make memes and target minority communities (but I won’t say it here because that requires a whole post of its own). meanwhile, the education minister stubbornly refuses to own up to his painful incompetence and resign.
today, when these people took to the streets to exercise their fundamental constitutional right to protest, they stood there holding literal flowers because it was a peaceful protest, and no one wanted to cause any kind of harm, yet the authorities who swore to protect them treated them like terrorists. the police beat them brutally with sticks, fired tear gas, broke bones, cracked skulls, and arrested actual children (who have more love for the nation than any of the people in the parliament smh)
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When your shy virgin roommate moves in, you expect a quiet nerd.
He expects peace and quiet.
Neither of you expected how quickly she'd ruin him.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀:
Taehyung was told all his life to study hard, be a good son, and stay away from girls because they are nothing but distractions.
Until the distraction moved in with him.
His roommate an older, confident senior who's far too pretty, far too teasing, and far too comfortable walking around in tiny tank tops and shorts.
Now he's forced to live with the very thing he was warned about…
...and she knows exactly what she's doing to him.
What starts as playful noona teasing quickly spirals into filthy corruption, relentless edging, jealousy, and a dangerous power struggle that completely ruins his sanity…
Filthy • Slow Corruption • Power Exchange • Innocence Kink Turning Dark • Playful to Possessive • Emotional Ending
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬:
Smut • Roommate AU • College AU • Noona Kink • Corruption Kink • Power Play • Jealousy • Light Angst • Happy Ending
⚠️ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:
🔞 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
— Explicit sexual content, heavy noona kink, virgin corruption, edging, chastity/cock cage, breast worship, oral (m&f), rough sex, possessiveness, degradation & praise, public risk, creampie, cum play, marking, power imbalance, religious guilt, infidelity-adjacent rumors.
Please read responsibly. If this content offends you, skip it.
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:
Ongoing (11 Chapters + Finale)
𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺:
Every Wednesday & Saturday
𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻:
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 / 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐:
Taehyung meets his new roommate. One look at Y/N in her tiny tank top is enough to test every limit he’s ever had. She notices… and decides to play
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 — 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
It’s been one week since Y/N left Taehyung aching and ruined.
Seven days of cold showers, guilty prayers, and filthy memories he can’t escape.
Tonight, she comes home from work soaked by the rain… and asks her shy babyboy for a “massage.”
Spoiler: it’s never just a massage.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟑 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Sundays were supposed to be peaceful.
Instead, Taehyung finds Y/N watching porn on the couch in nothing but an oversized tee.
One innocent request to turn down the volume leads to him finally getting his mouth on her tits… only for her to leave him aching once again.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟒 — 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung tried to ignore her.
He really did avoiding her cooking, hiding in his room, going to the gym just to stay away.
But one broken bra hook later… and now he’s stuck in class with a very obvious problem while Y/N winks at him from across the room.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟓 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung wakes up to his biggest fantasy and his worst temptation.
Y/N straddling him in tiny lace, grinding on him while he’s still half-asleep and painfully hard.
This time, she finally lets him cum… but the game is far from over.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟔 — 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑷
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung is done playing games.
The hickey on his neck, her teasing in class, and another night of her watching porn finally push him over the edge.
This time, he takes control pulling Y/N into his lap and demanding she finally gets on her knees.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟕 — 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
One month of chastity.
One month of teasing, denial, and aching need.
Tonight the lock finally comes off and Taehyung is no longer the shy babyboy Y/N used to play with.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟖 — 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 & 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
The cage is off and Taehyung is feral.
No more shy babyboy he finally claims what he’s been denied for a month, fucking Y/N senseless in every position while making her record it.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟗 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Morning domestic bliss? Not anymore.
Y/N tries to cook breakfast while Taehyung is on the phone with his mom… but she can’t resist being a brat.
Lace, stolen panties, and kitchen counter worship ensue.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏𝟎 — 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑹
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Jungkook asking Y/N out in front of the whole class was the last straw.
Taehyung’s jealousy explodes that night possessive, rough, and unrelenting.
If you love: ♡ Roommate AU ♡ College AU ♡ Slow Burn ♡ Virgin Taehyung ♡ Teasing Older Roommate ♡ Jealousy & Possessiveness ♡ Emotional Romance
...then this series is for you.
Also, a little update:
My Control Freak Boss is currently on hold while I work on rewriting it into the version I truly want to tell. I promise it'll be worth the wait. Until then, I hope you'll give Roommate Noona lots of love and enjoy the ride with me. 🖤
As always, likes make me smile, but reblogs are what help my stories reach new readers. Thank you so much for all the love and support. 🫶
When your shy virgin roommate moves in, you expect a quiet nerd.
He expects peace and quiet.
Neither of you expected how quickly she'd ruin him.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀:
Taehyung was told all his life to study hard, be a good son, and stay away from girls because they are nothing but distractions.
Until the distraction moved in with him.
His roommate an older, confident senior who's far too pretty, far too teasing, and far too comfortable walking around in tiny tank tops and shorts.
Now he's forced to live with the very thing he was warned about…
...and she knows exactly what she's doing to him.
What starts as playful noona teasing quickly spirals into filthy corruption, relentless edging, jealousy, and a dangerous power struggle that completely ruins his sanity…
Filthy • Slow Corruption • Power Exchange • Innocence Kink Turning Dark • Playful to Possessive • Emotional Ending
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬:
Smut • Roommate AU • College AU • Noona Kink • Corruption Kink • Power Play • Jealousy • Light Angst • Happy Ending
⚠️ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:
🔞 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
— Explicit sexual content, heavy noona kink, virgin corruption, edging, chastity/cock cage, breast worship, oral (m&f), rough sex, possessiveness, degradation & praise, public risk, creampie, cum play, marking, power imbalance, religious guilt, infidelity-adjacent rumors.
Please read responsibly. If this content offends you, skip it.
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:
Ongoing (11 Chapters + Finale)
𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺:
Every Wednesday & Saturday
𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻:
💌 Reblog & comment to let me know which chapter was your favorite. 💦
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 / 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐:
Taehyung meets his new roommate. One look at Y/N in her tiny tank top is enough to test every limit he’s ever had. She notices… and decides to play
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 — 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
It’s been one week since Y/N left Taehyung aching and ruined.
Seven days of cold showers, guilty prayers, and filthy memories he can’t escape.
Tonight, she comes home from work soaked by the rain… and asks her shy babyboy for a “massage.”
Spoiler: it’s never just a massage.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟑 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Sundays were supposed to be peaceful.
Instead, Taehyung finds Y/N watching porn on the couch in nothing but an oversized tee.
One innocent request to turn down the volume leads to him finally getting his mouth on her tits… only for her to leave him aching once again.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟒 — 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀?
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung tried to ignore her.
He really did avoiding her cooking, hiding in his room, going to the gym just to stay away.
But one broken bra hook later… and now he’s stuck in class with a very obvious problem while Y/N winks at him from across the room.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟓 — 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑩𝑶𝒀
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung wakes up to his biggest fantasy and his worst temptation.
Y/N straddling him in tiny lace, grinding on him while he’s still half-asleep and painfully hard.
This time, she finally lets him cum… but the game is far from over.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟔 — 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑷
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Taehyung is done playing games.
The hickey on his neck, her teasing in class, and another night of her watching porn finally push him over the edge.
This time, he takes control pulling Y/N into his lap and demanding she finally gets on her knees.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟕 — 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
One month of chastity.
One month of teasing, denial, and aching need.
Tonight the lock finally comes off and Taehyung is no longer the shy babyboy Y/N used to play with.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟖 — 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 & 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
The cage is off and Taehyung is feral.
No more shy babyboy he finally claims what he’s been denied for a month, fucking Y/N senseless in every position while making her record it.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟗 — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Morning domestic bliss? Not anymore.
Y/N tries to cook breakfast while Taehyung is on the phone with his mom… but she can’t resist being a brat.
Lace, stolen panties, and kitchen counter worship ensue.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟏𝟎 — 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑹
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓:
Jungkook asking Y/N out in front of the whole class was the last straw.
Taehyung’s jealousy explodes that night possessive, rough, and unrelenting.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, choking (consensual), degradation mixed with praise, multiple orgasms.
You should’ve known better than to mouth off.
But you never did.
It started with a stupid joke you made in the living room, a pushback he answered with a crooked smile and a hand at the small of your back. A laugh, a touch then you said something cheeky and it turned into a dare, and the dare turned into that look he gets when he decides he’s going to take over the night.
By the time you were on your knees on the bedroom floor, breath hitching, hair falling in soft dark waves, you could already feel the change. Tae’s jaw was strict, eyes hard as he came up behind you, one flat palm landing on your shoulder, then sliding down to grip your hip. The apartment hummed with the kind of quiet that meant only you two existed in the world.
“You like being mouthy, huh?” he said close to your ear, voice low and dangerous, velvet with threat. “You wanna test Daddy’s patience tonight?”
Your pulse fluttered in your throat. “Maybe,” you whispered, but you couldn’t hide the tremble under your laugh.
He didn’t give you time to regret it. With a swift, practiced motion his hand curled at the base of your neck and hauled you forward, face pressed into the pillow, breath stuttering. The bed dipped as he climbed behind you, his body hot and solid against your back, cock already hard and urgent.
“You gon’ learn tonight,” he grunted, one hand pulling your hips up so your ass jutted in the air. “Face down. Ass up. Cry for me.”
The first slam of him was a thief and a promise balls deep, ruined, the kind of thrust that stole your breath and everything polite left in you. You wanted to cry and laugh and beg all at once. Tae’s hands were everywhere: one slapping down hard on the curve of your ass, the other fingers digging into your hip, nails grazing skin in a way that hurt deliciously.
“Where you think you’re going?” he snarled, hips stuttering as you tried to curl away. He yanked your hair with one hand, jerking your head back so you could taste the pressure of his jaw at your ear. “You gonna take this dick. Every inch. Like the greedy little cunt you are.”
You sobbed into the mattress, tears hot and slick down your cheeks, but your cunt betrayed you clenching, dripping, pulsing around him with hungry heat. The overstimulation had your muscles trembling and your mind blurred. Each thrust hammered that you weren’t pretty, you were something sharper under his hand, and the shame in the words only made the heat in your belly combust harder.
“Say it,” Tae breathed, voice low and rough. His palm cracked against your ass again, the sting blooming into a bright ache that sent another riot of need through you.
“Daddy—” you choked, the word tasting sinful and right. “Daddy, please—”
“That’s my girl,” he growled, the praise wrapping around the degradation like silk. “My thick, pretty girl. My perfect little mess. You love it when I make you cry, huh? You love being put in your place.”
You nodded, body shaking. “Yes… yes, Tae.”
He drove into you harder, hips pistoning, control absolute. His other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing hard and quick, merciless pressure that had your toes curling and tears spilling. You felt like you would break and be remade beneath his hands.
“You gonna cum for Daddy?” he asked, each word a whip. “Gonna let this pussy do its job and show me how much it loves me?”
“Yes! Please—” You came harsh and loud, the orgasm ripping through you like a storm. Your walls contracted around him, and he growled, holding you there while you trembled and thinned.
Not satisfied with the first, he flipped you with a brutal ease, pulling you onto your back, knees to your chest. The angle was cruel and perfect; every thrust bottomed him into you, hips slamming your body against his with a force that had the breath knocked out of you again.
“Ride me,” he ordered after a beat, letting you sit up and take him in your hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the two of you skin slick and hot, the rhythm shifting to something animal and more intimate. He watched you with that possessive hunger the look that made your heat fold into devotion.
“You like being filled up, don’t you?” he said, breath hot in your mouth, thumb tracing the arch of your bottom lip. “Look at you. Taking Daddy so well. Such a good, greedy girl.”
You rode him hard hips snapping, breasts bouncing, his breath ragged as he traced the curve of your spine. He praised you with every thrust: good girl, pretty girl, mine. Praise dripped over the swear words, gilding them until your head spun.
When he pulled you down for a breathless kiss, the world narrowed to the weight of his mouth on yours, his hand splayed over your heart as if to hold you in place.
Round two followed like a punishment and a reward. Tae pushed you to the edge again and again cock thick, relentless, his hands sometimes tender, sometimes cruel. He choked you with the flat of his palm at your throat, a dangerous restraint that made your eyes go white at the edges. Every time you gagged, he whispered filth and worship into your ear: mine, mine, mine, until the shame twisted into something like salvation.
At one brutal point he pulled you down for a punishing oral guiding your head with a rough hand, his cock slick in your mouth. You took him, mouth working, lips and tongue learning the exact way to pull a groan from him. He grabbed the back of your head, voice rough as gravel, and watched your eyes with something almost like pride.
“You’re choking on me,” he said, amused and cruel. “You love being my little whore, don’t you? God, this pussy loves him so much. Such a good fucking mouth.”
You gagged and purred under his weight, tears and saliva running together, the room spun with the intensity of it all. He let you up finally, pressing you flat and driving in from behind, hissing into your ear, praising in the worst and sweetest ways.
The overstimulation stacked clench after clench, praise that scorched and soothed, his voice rough with need. He had you crying the dirtiest little prayers as he fucked you raw. “Cry for Daddy. Say you’ll be mine.” You did, breathy and broken, words tumbling like confession.
“Always yours,” you sobbed, each syllable a surrender.
He answered by emptying himself into you, slow and shuddering, filling you until you felt every stitch of him. When he finally stilled, arms heavy and satisfied around you, you were a limp mess of spent limbs and shaky breaths. The sting of his spank against your ass was now just part of the map of him on your skin.
He folded you into his chest like possession and then like shelter, thumb sweeping lazy, reverent patterns along your spine. “You okay?” he asked, voice softer than the rest.
You nodded, forehead resting to his sternum, listening to his heartbeat a steady drum that meant you were seen and kept. “I’m yours,” you mumbled, voice raw.
“God, you are beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. His fingers traced the swell of your hip, then tucked a loose curl behind your ear. “My thick girl. My perfect girl. Don’t you ever forget it.”
You believed him then, in the quiet after the storm because he’d made you fall apart and then put you back together with the same hands.
He carried you to the bathroom for a warm rinse, washed you slow and careful, every gesture now tenderness unclothed. After, wrapped in his oversized shirt, you lay with your head on his chest and let the ache and bliss settle into a steady calm.
“You did so good,” he whispered, fingers combing through your hair. “You always do.”
You snuggled closer, breath evening. “Teach me again tomorrow,” you murmured, half joke, half plea.
He hummed, satisfied and soft. “Always. My girl.”
And when sleep finally took you, it held no sharp edges only the weight and warmth of him and the taste of his name on your lips.
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After taking a wrong turn down a forgotten Texas backroad, Y/N finds herself hunted through endless fields by a towering masked killer wielding a roaring chainsaw.
Dragged into a decaying farmhouse where death hangs from rusted meat hooks and every room reeks of violence, escape becomes impossible.
But beneath the stitched human-skin mask lies a face she never expected to see.
As terror, obsession, and brutality collide inside the house of horrors, the line between hunter and captive blurs, leaving Y/N trapped in a nightmare where surviving may no longer be the worst possible fate.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Slasher Horror
↳ Psychological Terror
↳ Kidnapping & Captivity
↳ Graphic Violence
↳ Gore & Blood
↳ Murder
↳ Cannibalism Setting
↳ Body Horror
↳ Obsession
↳ Masked Killer
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Survival
↳ Rural Isolation
↳ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
🩸 Graphic Violence & Gore
🪓 Murder & Dismemberment References
🩸 Blood & Body Horror
⚠️ Kidnapping & Captivity
⚠️ Psychological Abuse
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Imagery
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains graphic horror, violence, disturbing themes, and mature subject matter intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
🖤 Author's Note: This story is a fictional horror AU inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ( Could be converted into a small part series ) I wanted to explore a different genre and create something unique for those who enjoy dark, cinematic AUs. It's my own original fanfiction interpretation and isn't intended to reflect or romanticize real-life violence. I hope you enjoy this twisted little ride! 🪓
The chainsaw roared behind her as Y/N sprinted through the overgrown field, lungs burning. Her thighs touched together, breasts bouncing with every desperate stride. She shouldn’t have run. That only made him excited.
A massive hand fisted the back of her tank top and yanked her off her feet. She hit the dirt hard, screaming, kicking wildly as Taehyung , Leatherface dragged her toward the decaying farmhouse. Her shorts rode up, exposing soft ass cheeks that he groped roughly while hauling her inside.
The basement smelled like death. A fresh male corpse hung from meat hooks right beside the workbench, throat slit wide open, blood still dripping slowly onto the concrete. Flies buzzed lazily over the open wound.
Taehyung threw her onto the blood-stained table like a piece of meat. She thrashed immediately, nails raking down his arms, legs kicking. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, punching at the grotesque human-skin mask.
He growled low and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other tore her clothes off in violent shreds tank top ripped down the middle, shorts yanked so hard the fabric burned her thighs. Her curvy body was fully exposed, soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs trembling.
She kept fighting, twisting under him. He liked it. His breathing grew heavier behind the mask as he forced her legs apart.
The mask slipped.
For one heart-stopping second, the stitched leather shifted revealing sharp jawline, full lips, and those devastatingly handsome dark eyes. Kim Taehyung smirked, crooked and wicked, before he shoved the mask back into place with a low, amused grunt.
That smirk broke something in her. He was beautiful. And completely insane.
He shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to silence her screams, then replaced them with his cock. He pushed her off the table onto her knees in front of the hanging corpse. One of his heavy boots planted on the table edge, spreading his stance wide, giving him perfect leverage.
“Open,” he rasped the first real sound she’d heard from him.
When she resisted, he gripped her hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. It was messy instantly. Filthy. He fucked her throat in deep, sloppy thrusts, hips snapping forward while her drool and tears ran down her chin onto her bouncing tits. Gagging, choking, wet gurgling noises filled the basement as he used her mouth like a toy, balls slapping her chin. The dead body swayed gently beside them, blood dripping onto her shoulder.
The gore turned her on against her will. Her pussy was dripping.
He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and threw her back onto the workbench right next to the corpse’s dangling legs.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed, back arching. He was huge, stretching her tight cunt painfully wide. The wet, sick squelching noises were obscene as he fucked her raw hard, fast, filthy. Her thick ass and thighs rippled with every savage snap of his hips. Blood from the corpse above dripped onto her bouncing breasts while he railed her.
“Fuck— no— please—” she sobbed, even as her hips started meeting his thrusts, pussy creaming noisily around his cock.
Taehyung’s masked face hovered over hers. He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur while he pounded her deeper. The workbench shook violently. The dead body swayed in time with his brutal rhythm.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and fucked her from behind, face pressed into the bloody wood. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her jiggling ass red. The wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room loud, nasty, humiliating.
She came hard anyway, screaming, walls fluttering and squirting around him.
Taehyung followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. It leaked out messily as he kept grinding, pushing it deeper.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he leaned over her, mask brushing her ear, breathing heavy. The handsome smirk she’d glimpsed earlier flashed in her mind.
In this house of horrors, she now belonged to him.
After taking a wrong turn down a forgotten Texas backroad, Y/N finds herself hunted through endless fields by a towering masked killer wielding a roaring chainsaw.
Dragged into a decaying farmhouse where death hangs from rusted meat hooks and every room reeks of violence, escape becomes impossible.
But beneath the stitched human-skin mask lies a face she never expected to see.
As terror, obsession, and brutality collide inside the house of horrors, the line between hunter and captive blurs, leaving Y/N trapped in a nightmare where surviving may no longer be the worst possible fate.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Slasher Horror
↳ Psychological Terror
↳ Kidnapping & Captivity
↳ Graphic Violence
↳ Gore & Blood
↳ Murder
↳ Cannibalism Setting
↳ Body Horror
↳ Obsession
↳ Masked Killer
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Survival
↳ Rural Isolation
↳ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
🩸 Graphic Violence & Gore
🪓 Murder & Dismemberment References
🩸 Blood & Body Horror
⚠️ Kidnapping & Captivity
⚠️ Psychological Abuse
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Imagery
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains graphic horror, violence, disturbing themes, and mature subject matter intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
🖤 Author's Note: This story is a fictional horror AU inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ( Could be converted into a small part series ) I wanted to explore a different genre and create something unique for those who enjoy dark, cinematic AUs. It's my own original fanfiction interpretation and isn't intended to reflect or romanticize real-life violence. I hope you enjoy this twisted little ride! 🪓
The chainsaw roared behind her as Y/N sprinted through the overgrown field, lungs burning. Her thighs touched together, breasts bouncing with every desperate stride. She shouldn’t have run. That only made him excited.
A massive hand fisted the back of her tank top and yanked her off her feet. She hit the dirt hard, screaming, kicking wildly as Taehyung , Leatherface dragged her toward the decaying farmhouse. Her shorts rode up, exposing soft ass cheeks that he groped roughly while hauling her inside.
The basement smelled like death. A fresh male corpse hung from meat hooks right beside the workbench, throat slit wide open, blood still dripping slowly onto the concrete. Flies buzzed lazily over the open wound.
Taehyung threw her onto the blood-stained table like a piece of meat. She thrashed immediately, nails raking down his arms, legs kicking. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, punching at the grotesque human-skin mask.
He growled low and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other tore her clothes off in violent shreds tank top ripped down the middle, shorts yanked so hard the fabric burned her thighs. Her curvy body was fully exposed, soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs trembling.
She kept fighting, twisting under him. He liked it. His breathing grew heavier behind the mask as he forced her legs apart.
The mask slipped.
For one heart-stopping second, the stitched leather shifted revealing sharp jawline, full lips, and those devastatingly handsome dark eyes. Kim Taehyung smirked, crooked and wicked, before he shoved the mask back into place with a low, amused grunt.
That smirk broke something in her. He was beautiful. And completely insane.
He shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to silence her screams, then replaced them with his cock. He pushed her off the table onto her knees in front of the hanging corpse. One of his heavy boots planted on the table edge, spreading his stance wide, giving him perfect leverage.
“Open,” he rasped the first real sound she’d heard from him.
When she resisted, he gripped her hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. It was messy instantly. Filthy. He fucked her throat in deep, sloppy thrusts, hips snapping forward while her drool and tears ran down her chin onto her bouncing tits. Gagging, choking, wet gurgling noises filled the basement as he used her mouth like a toy, balls slapping her chin. The dead body swayed gently beside them, blood dripping onto her shoulder.
The gore turned her on against her will. Her pussy was dripping.
He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and threw her back onto the workbench right next to the corpse’s dangling legs.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed, back arching. He was huge, stretching her tight cunt painfully wide. The wet, sick squelching noises were obscene as he fucked her raw hard, fast, filthy. Her thick ass and thighs rippled with every savage snap of his hips. Blood from the corpse above dripped onto her bouncing breasts while he railed her.
“Fuck— no— please—” she sobbed, even as her hips started meeting his thrusts, pussy creaming noisily around his cock.
Taehyung’s masked face hovered over hers. He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur while he pounded her deeper. The workbench shook violently. The dead body swayed in time with his brutal rhythm.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and fucked her from behind, face pressed into the bloody wood. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her jiggling ass red. The wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room loud, nasty, humiliating.
She came hard anyway, screaming, walls fluttering and squirting around him.
Taehyung followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. It leaked out messily as he kept grinding, pushing it deeper.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he leaned over her, mask brushing her ear, breathing heavy. The handsome smirk she’d glimpsed earlier flashed in her mind.
In this house of horrors, she now belonged to him.
