Yandere BTS One-Shots

Taehyung: What are you?

Dom! Taehyung

Summary: You've finally decided you have to stop seeing Taehyung. You just hope he agrees to let you go.

Trigger warning: Smut, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, Dom/sub-themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry Taehyung." His name feels so foreign in your mouth because you haven't used it in so long. "But it's how I feel. I think- I think it's best if I don't see you anymore."

Despite your determination, those words coming out of you feel like they were taking with them a piece of your heart. You love him so completely to the point you feel obsessed with him. But through the haze of your relationship, you keep having moments of clarity, like you were an outsider looking in. There is something wrong with the way you interact with each other.

You've had BDSM relationships before, both with play partners and long-term partners, and it was always a give and take. It was equal. But with Taehyung it isn't. Everything is on his terms. He dictates everything for you. And if you try to give your own point of view or make requests for yourself, you somehow always end up feeling guilty, like you're being difficult and bad. Like you aren't worthy of him. More than that, you are starting to forget how to want anything for yourself. You've found yourself becoming frightened of how far you are willing to go to please him. What you are willing to do, or willing to endure.

So while it hurts more than you ever thought it might, you know the right thing- the rational thing is to end your contact with him.

He always has so much control over his expression. Even now, regardless of how upsetting what you've just said should be, his face remains monotonous. He walks at you, making you squirm with his invasive and infatuating eye contact. Stopping in front of you he stands inside your personal space.

"And why do you think that?" His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your face is level with his shoulder as he looks down at you. Quickly, you can feel your strength disappearing.

Every inch of you is fighting to submit and apologize right now. You've almost completely lost the ability to differentiate between what is and what isn't right when it comes to Taehyung. And right now, you're quickly losing confidence in your decision as it has been so long since you made any choice without his input.

You know how well he can read you. How well he knows you. You know he knows how much you're struggling. And you know if you give him the slightest bit of leeway, any piece of information he can call false, that he is going to dismantle your case.

"I don't want to be yours anymore." You say harshly while lacking conviction. You keep looking straight ahead, your heartbeat pulsing in your ears.

His hand comes up to his waist and he snaps his fingers.

Without a thought, your training kicks in and you kneel, head hung low and hands flat on your lap. It takes a second too long, but your eyes widen with the realization of what you have done, a pang of embarrassment shooting through your stomach.

Taehyung comes in front of you squatting to your level. "How can you say that you don't want to be mine, Y/n, when even your body knows its place."

"Tae-," His eyes firm and narrow cutting you short. "Sir. Please," you whimper, correcting yourself.

Please what you think. It should be as simple as getting up and walking out the door. But you know that that's not how this is going to work. He is embedded in your mind, your soul. 'Please let me go. Please tell me I can leave. Please let me be a whole person again. Because without your permission I don't think I have the strength to do it.'

He shakes his head sighing softly. He doesn't give you what you need to hear. "Why are you behaving like this?" He instead chastises coldly. "Do I not give you everything you could want? Are you not satisfied and cared for? Yet you're still acting so selfishly. I'm disappointed in you Y/n."

His scolding cuts to your heart, making you so heavy and ashamed. You can't stand how strongly you feel it.

Your eyes have started to water, but you fight back the need to cry. "I'm sorry Sir." You sniffle. "I'm sorry, but I-,". His hand suddenly on your inner thigh completely derails your train of thought. "I-I-," You stutter as it moves up to the hem of your skirt. Even in the best of times, your head doesn't work around Taehyung. He's spent too long making you into a pliable, controllable pet, and his touch immediately removes all the reason and focus from you.

His fingers trace higher and you instinctually spread your legs wider for him. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he rubs you through your panties. He puts a knee down, getting into a more relaxed position, and uses his knee to push your legs open further for him. In the same moment as you lower slightly, he slips his fingers inside your panties and strokes along your folds making you whimper and whine.

"Look how wet you are for me." He licks his bottom lip, lowering his face closer to yours. His free hand hooking under your chin to gently lift your eyes to his. As your eyes meet, his fingers push inside you and you gasp and pant with your mouth wide, feeling your walls stretch around him. "Don't worry pet. It's my job to make you better. No matter how many times, no matter how long it takes I'll make sure you know your place."

You shake your head lowly. You're too overwhelmed to argue- or even remember your point. With his fingers moving faster, rubbing and stroking inside of you, it isn't too long until you're a mess, moaning and grinding down for him.

He moves closer, letting you grab onto him. Letting you rest your head on his chest, panting heavily into him.

"Who owns you?" He growls in your ear.

"You." You moan breathlessly, having fully disgarded your resolve. He yanks a handful of your hair back, craning your neck. His teeth dragging down the sensitive skin. You moan out gripping tighter into his shirt.

"Who do you belong to?" He nips at your ear, his thumb stroking your clit as his fingers pump and curl inside you.

"You Sir! You!" You squeal, getting closer and closer to exploding on his hand.

"What are you?"

"Yours! I'm yours, Master. I'm yours!" You're right there. So close. It's so close. Just a few seconds more. "Can I cum Master, please?" You cry out, about to tip over.

His hand pulls out making you whimper. Your walls clench around nothing, chasing after the stimulation that he took away. You're mewling, biting your lip, your legs shaking with desperate need.

"No." His eyes smile with haughty satisfaction. "Bad girls don't get to cum." He sucks his fingers clean, standing above you again. "But you're going to spend the night begging for my forgiveness until I've reminded you of your place. Maybe after I'll let you cum."