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Obessession {JK HC!}

Pairing : Soft Yan! Teacher! Jungkook x Fem! Student! Reader.

Genre : Yandere au, Dark Romance, Age Gap au.

Summary : He can't help but want you.

TW! : Stalking, illegal/inappropriate thoughts, drug usage, sadistic behaviour, mentions of masturbation, mentions of murders and blood, mentions of recording inappropriate scenes, mentions of jealousy and being possessive + obsessive, yandere themes, party in club, mentions of drugging, Innocent! OC x Horny! MC.

Jungkook thinks he could watch you for hours.

Cute little ponytail adorning the back of your head, tied with a cute bow rubber band, small hair strands falling over your face.

The short skirts and shorts you wear adding to your gullible nature.

It all just makes you look like an eye candy.

So cute.

So pretty.

So adorable.

And so fuckable.

Jungkook can't help himself but ogle at you all the time.

Watching your each and every movement almost 24/7 and doing everything in his control to keep you close to him.

It would be a sight to drool over as you bend down with your usual short skirt riding up your thighs - almost showcasing your panties to him - making his jaw twitch.

It would just make his dick throb under it's confines as he would hurriedly fish out his mobile from his pocket to record the obscene view before him.

And of course, that was the only way he could get off well.

The thoughts of you, your pretty little body and adorable face drive him insane.

Damn.

Only he knows how hard it is for him to control himself at times.

There wasn't a single day in his life when he didn't jerk off to the thoughts of you since the day he laid his eyes on you.

During lectures, he would make sure to keep sneaking glances at you, only to find you focusing on his speech.

Which for sure would make his heart flutter.

Such a obedient little pup.

At times, he would catch someone or the other trying to hit on you.

Which would of course make his blood boil to the next level.

And let me tell you, Jungkook isn't the type to let people get away that easily.

Sometimes, you would find it weird when the guys who got a little close to you disappear in thin air.

All thanks to your yandere little teacher.

He would make sure to choke the life out of whoever tried to get to you with bare hands.

He would beat the hell out of the person until they were covered in a pool of blood.

It would satisfy his inner sadist as their screams for mercy reach his ears.

It was a pleasant sight to see those people beg for their lives as they would lie under his mercy.

Well, they deserved it.

Who the heck gave them the permission to get closer to his property?

You are all his.

His and only his.

No one can fucking dare to touch a single strand of hair on your body.

And if they do-...

Of course the consequences won't be easy.

Jungkook would dig graves after graves for you.

He doesn't even care if he goes behind the bars as long as he gets to see you.

Just a sight of you was enough to make his breath hitch, his heart skip a beat.

But now.....

It wasn't enough.

He wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't enough to just look at you and admire you.

He wanted more.

He wanted more than just looking.

He wanted to touch you.

Hold you in his arms.

Feel you.

Kiss your soft lips.

Mark you.

Make you his.

He wanted to fuck you.

He wanted to feel your skin burn against his as he would do his magic on you.

He wanted to hear you scream his name, to beg him for more.

He wanted you to be his forever.

And so he did.

It was the day when the seniors were going to celebrate their grand win in the basketball match in a club.

They invited more than half of the school.

Including teachers.

So of course, Jungkook being the vip teacher, was invited too.

Intelligent, good looking, charismatic, mesmerizing.

The black shirt he wore with a pair of matching trousers and coat suited his robust built.

The shirt hugged his upper body perfectly, showcasing the outline of his six packs and hard muscles.

Eyes turned on him as soon as he entered the club, the dim lights reflecting on him, making his features look sharper than ever.

The crowd buzzes with shouts of his professional title aka Mr. Jeon, and whistles from the seniors and juniors.

But he didn't care about them.

His eyes searched for you.

Not minding the other teachers that approached him to say their greetings, he looked through the crowd.

And finally, he found you.

Sitting near the bar stand on a stool in the corner, you were chitchatting with your bestie.

But what made his breath hitch and crotch twitch was your outfit.

The black bodycon dress that your bestie forced you to wear for tonight hugged your body perfectly, pronouncing your curves so perfectly.

Your upper cleavage was on show, which you tried to hide with your hand, along with the outline of your curved ass.

Your once tied up hair were let down freely, falling over your shoulders and face as you would again and again tuck them behind your ear.

The light and natural makeup plus the dark red lipstick pronounced your beauty more.

It was getting hard for him to breath.

Jungkook pushed through the crowd, politely greeting the girls back who were coming in his way to get a chance with him.

It disgusted him.

Did these girls have no shame?

Hitting on random men at clubs just to get laid.

The fact that they were still high scholars made him more disgusted.

As he saw your bestie leaving you alone to go to her boyfriend, he quickly came and occupied her space.

Your head shot in his direction as his deep voice reached your ears a little louder than the music playing in the background as he was near you.

"You seem to be having fun, miss Y/N."

"A-Ah, M-Mr. J-eon..!"

Fuck.

Your voice.

It was such a turn on.

So sweet and melodic.

He couldn't wait to make you scream his name under him tonight.

You quickly bowed your head after greeting him, your body tensing up nervously just by his presence.

Jungkook chuckled as he shook his head, his hand dropping on your bare shoulder.

He couldn't help but register how soft and smooth your skin is.

His hand squeezing your shoulder a little as a reaction.

"It's okay, miss Y/N. We're out of school right now."

His voice was deep and raspy, carrying a hint of something unknown to you.

You look away, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"So, wanna have some drinks?"

"J-Just one is o-okay, Mr. J-Jeon."

"Mhm. You don't really seem much of a drinker, so I think that's fine."

You nod your head and Jungkook orders two drinks.

While he kept you occupied with his talks till the time the drinks arrived, he didn't let you notice as he dropped a small pill in your drink.

Which would obviously make things work out the way he wants them tonight.

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Summary: He pined after something he couldn’t have, believing that he was in love with a woman who carried the secret he also did: a forbidden relationship. But he had enough of the distance, after all, how long did you think he was going to stay away? 

Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook x F! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning(s): TABOO RELATIONSHIP (DO NOT ENGAGE if this makes you uncomfortable), pseudo incest, stalking, obsession, obscene language, extreme manipulation, dubcon, smut, sliiiiight mommy kink

A/N: Reupload! I suck at summaries. This fic was inspired by a writer and their works.

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“Fucking bitch.” He scoffed, dark doe eyes intently following the woman’s figure as she walked. Her backside moved with just the right amount of sensuality causing Jungkook to groan, palming his growing cock.

She carried a brown bag of groceries, keys on the other, uncaring, vulnerable.

He pounced once he knew she was on the verge of entering the safe of her home, placing his cold hands inside the warmth of his trench coat pocket, prowling behind her like a moth to a flame.

Just as she was about to shut the door, his foot obstructed the action and she cried out as he forced his large body inside her cozy apartment.

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