Mommy!Reader x BTS [Part 2]

REQUEST: Dom!Reader x Yandere!Jimin [Part 2]

A/N: Everyone asked, so I'm here to deliver.

Barely months after that fateful day, Jimin had become your perfect pet.

He adapted to his new life splendidly. He learnt to handle a gun in a matter of days and gut a man like a surgeon in a month. He did all he could, perfectly, just for your praise.

And the praise he received. You'd treat him to divine dessert from around the world and designer clothes, dressing him up in satin and lace and leather.

As much as he loved the praise, he loved kneeling by your throne, coal lined eyes staring intimidatingly at traitors or your work partners as his cheek rested on your thigh, hand caressing his hair.

He loved being your feared pet; nobody touched him and nobody dared touch you.

You were all his, and he was all yours.

Bliss for Jimin.

Well...when you didn't touch anyone else.

~~~

You circled around the traitor, eyes narrowed sharply.

"Tell me where you hid it." You hissed, yanking the woman's head back. "Tell me!"

"Like hell." She spat in your face and Jimin had half the mind to stop himself before he shot her point black from where he knelt.

You wiped the spit from your cheek, eyes dark.

"Tell me where you hid my money. Or I'm going to hurt you, really, really bad." You whispered, deadly calm but eyes alight with rage.

"Never. Long live the Kim's!" She swore. You snarled.

"Fine. You wanna enrol in another gang without my permission? I'll torture you like you're a part of another mafia then." You dragged her chair, scraping it hard against the floor. "Jimin?"

"Yes, Mommy?" He perked up at his name, wondering if you'd let him deal with the traitor.

"Mommy's going to go have some fun with the traitor. Sit and wait like a good pet." His entire body practically drooped at the command, whimpering but not moving as told.

You closed the door behind you as you dragged the traitor to the playroom. Jimin may like your torture, but this bitch wouldn't.

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You came back into the throne room, hands covered in dry blood. Jimin had red eyes as he sulked in his spot.

"Come here, baby." You snapped your fingers and Jimin stood up, practically racing to you. He didn't dare touch you without permission. "You can touch." He automatically clutched around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

"You played without me!" He scowled, his sadness turning to jealous anger. "You're supposed to only play with me!" He grabbed your hand. "And you probably got my favourite toys bloody with that traitors blood too! Look at your skin, no ones allowed to taint you like this."

He was silenced with a slap. He gasped before you pinched his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look at you.

"Do not, raise your voice at me." You growled, low and deep. He shivered, knees feeling weak. "When you talk to me, you address me as Mommy and with manners. When you are angry, or jealous, you talk to me like an adult, not a child." He whimpered.

"Kneel." He dropped to his knees instantly, barely able to keep himself up. You grabbed his leash, wrapping it around your hand before tugging. A strangled groan left his lips. "Crawl." He placed his hands on the ground, embarrassment flushing his cheeks as you led him out of the room.