Sugar? (m.)

sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."

blkjmn’s masterlist.

started: 4/28/2020

last updated: 12/7/2021

KNJ:

disturbance pt. 2 (smut)

disturbance. (implied smut)

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

KSJ:

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

MYG:

memories. (smut)

recite. (implied smut)

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat) 

innocence. (smut)

JHS:

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

PJM:

drunk confessions. (m)

KTH:

a modern day fairytale. (m)

watch and learn. (m)

thirsty. (smut)

a bit of brattiness. (smut)

JJK:

Taking Notes. (Chapter Series. This is the link to the first chapter.)

Knock Knock. (Chapter Series. This is the link to the first chapter.)

trick. (smut)

protection. (fluff, smut)

workout. (implied smut)

watch and learn. (smut)

quarantine w/ jk. (implied smut)

time schedule. (implied smut)

Mafia!Hyung Line (Reaction: you being a brat)

(Asks are always open!)

KNJ:

“What is it that you’re trying to do?” Namjoon asked.

You said nothing.

“Because I can promise you that whatever it is, it isn’t working very well.” Namjoon put his pen down and took his glasses off. He turned around in his office chair so he could face you.

You sat on the couch in the room with your arms and legs crossed. 

“I’m not trying to do anything, Namjoon.” He clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow while turning his head to the side.

“You’re the one who called me up here anyway.” You whispered under your breath. 

He stood up slowly, both of his hands in his pockets as he approached you. You knew better than to move to avoid him, so you sat there with your gaze trained on his face.

He liked it when you looked into his eyes.

“I know that you haven’t been with me that long, so let me run a few things by you.” You jumped a bit at his touch as he ran one of his hands up towards your chest and over your collarbones.

He used that same hand to lightly caress the skin of your neck, before he wrapped his large hand around your tiny throat.

He held his hand there as he walked around toward the back of the couch, so he could lean down to whisper in your ear.

His hand tightened around your neck.

“I’m not much of an attitude person, darlin’.” He whispered, using his thumb to push your chin up so he could cut off some of your circulation.

“And I’m never going to hurt you, but I will embarrass you.” He laughed lightly as you gulped.

“Unless you’d like to keep up your attitude, that is. If that, for some stupid reason, is what you’d like to do, then I’ll be sure to give you a tour of the torture room once I get a chance.”

KSJ:

“Why aren’t you eating?” 

You continued to ignore him, typing away on your phone as his anger grew.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” You took a glance at him from the living room couch as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

“I’m not hungry, Jin.” He gave himself a couple of seconds to register what you said.

He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, before he began to walk toward the living room.

Your attitude toward him was growing day by day, and he was sick and tired of it.

Although you knew this, you were definitely surprised when he snatched your phone out of your hands and dropped it against the hardwood floor.

He leaned down a bit so he was eye level with you, and grabbed the fabric of your shirt and balled up into his fist.

The house servants stood in shock.

“You are dismissed.” Jin said to them.

When there was no movement, he turned to look behind himself at them.

“Get out.” He growled. You watched in fear as they all scurried out of the ground floor and either went up the stairs, or ran into another room to try and busy themselves.

He turned his attention back to you.

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He grunted. You sat silently.

“You’ve had nice meals prepared for you every single day this week by the house cook. You’ve been giving me attitude constantly, and all you do every single day is sit there and stare at your fucking phone screen.”

He let go of your shirt and picked up your phone off of the ground and held it in his hand.

Your eyes widened.

“I’ll be going through this. You haven’t got anything to hide, do you?”

MYG:

“Y/N?” Yoongi yelled. You were in the room next to his office which was where he was, so you just opened the door and poked your head inside.

“Yes?” You smiled lightly. He returned the small smile and held up his hand.

“Come here.” He curled his pointer finger toward himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows and hesitantly stepped inside.

“Close the door behind you.” He said nonchalantly, as he began to type away on his computer.

You gently shut the door, and walked over to his desk. You stood a good distance away like he had taught you to a while back.

Well, he never taught you-- you learned the hard way.

“You can come a little closer, baby.”‘ He laughed.

You took one step closer to him.

His smile fell, and he reached out to grab your arm and yank you into his lap.

He wrapped his left arm uncomfortably tight around your waist as he began to click away at his computer again.

“We promised to always be honest with each other, right?” You nodded, smiling a bit as you did so.

“Good, good.” He hummed to himself, clicking a few more buttons on his computer before he pushed the screen toward you.

“Could you tell me who Jinsoo is, then?” You froze.

“I--”

“I think it’s a pretty stupid idea to make the password to your email your birthday, darlin’. It wasn’t difficult whatsoever to hack into.” You felt like crying.

How could you forget to delete the fucking emails?

“I guess I should be glad that you didn’t flat out text him. Maybe you do have a little bit of respect left for me.” He laughed.

“He’s just a high school friend Yoongi, I swear. He found me through my social media and asked for my email.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He was a high school friend.” He corrected you lazily as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” Yoongi ignored you and soothingly ran a hand up and down your back, before his hand trailed up to your scalp and he gripped a fistful of your hair.

He forced you to lay over his lap, as he pulled up your shirt to reveal your ass.

“How many spanking are we thinking, hm?”

JHS:

Hoseok smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

The two of you were going on a date today.

He grabbed the bouquet of flowers that he bought for you off of the counter as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where he told you to wait for him when you were ready.

He told you to get dressed before him, because he knew that it’d take you some time. He didn’t mind at all, though.

He enjoyed it when you made yourself up just for him.

He entered the living room, the flowers behind his back as he saw your beautiful figure lax against the couch.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“I thought I told you to meet me down here when you were ready?”  He smiled out of confusion.

You turned to face him, unaware of his presence until now.

“Oh, I am ready!” Hoseok shook his head and set the flowers down on the coffee table.

“No, you aren’t.” You knew what he was referring to-- the dress.

Hoseok bought you a different dress for every single date. You appreciated the gesture, but you decided to just wear something that you could actually move around in without worrying about something slipping.

“What the hell is this?” He stepped closer to you and raked his eyes up and down your body.

You looked delectable as always, but that didn’t mean that he was satisfied with your appearance.

“I decided not to wear the dress today.” He opened his mouth, but you continued to talk anyway.

That was his biggest pet peeve.

“I thought that it was a little short-- and p-plus I know that you don’t like it when other people look at me, s-so I figured that-- ah!” You yelled when he pulled you up off of the couch.

“You’re right. I don’t like it when other people look at you.” He tore your flimsy shirt apart with his hands.

“They’ll never get a chance to be with you, though, so I don’t mind showing you off. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles.

You let him-- you knew better than to fight him.

You wanted to leave the house with fully functioning legs.

Just as he began ordering you to take the jeans off completely, his phone dinged.

“Limo’s here.” He smiled evilly, and grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the door with him.

“Hoseok!” He said nothing.

“Baby, please!” You yelled. 

He looked at you over his shoulder.

“I can’t go out like this. You know that.” He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion.

“No?” He asked. You shook your head slowly.

He scowled.

“Then you better go put that fucking dress on.”

memories. (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: angst, smut, a liiittle bit of fluff in some places

word count: 6.2k (it wasn’t supposed to be this LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE)

 warnings: eh where do i start... reader is VERY traumatized, she’s kinda crazy too (just a little) mentions of major character death, familial issues, this fic is just very dark for like the first 2k words lol, yoongi loves his fucking sword, commoner!yoongi, king!yoongi, criminal!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, etc.

summary: “We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.”

notes: inspired by @dontaskshhhhh and the daechwita mv. there’s probably many typos as usual y’all—

Even though you were a lowlife, you couldn’t stand being handled roughly.

It wasn’t your fault that you had an unfortunate upbringing. Your parents were very wealthy when you were born, but after the family business failed due to illegal scamming and falsifying of information, you were left to support yourself.

Literally. They didn’t give you a single thing to live off of after the age of five, which was fine. Your grandparents took after you, and once you were able to have a say in it, you decided to never set foot in the presence of your mother and father again if you could help it.

All was fine up for the next twelve years after that, until your grandparents bailed out on you too. Something about not having the funds to support all three of you financially, although they had several beach houses to their names, and enormous retirement checks to rely on.

You had gotten used to being given up on by this point, so you weren’t as emotionally devastated as you should’ve been when you’d come home from school one day, and your grandparents had all of your belongings packed up by the front door with a nice little note on top to let you know that you’d have to find somewhere else to lay your head.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to fuck off in person. You laugh sometimes thinking about it, since that’s all you could do now. The past was behind you, and you can’t change it. You didn’t really want to, either, because you learned quite a bit from your younger self.

For starters, you learned from your previous encounters to never lay your trust in anyone ever again, even if they were to offer you everything you needed and more. You’d made this mistake too many times to make it again. Besides, if you couldn’t trust your own parents, then you’d be setting yourself up for failure if you decided to seek assurance in a stranger... no matter the relationship you may have developed with them.

Although you knew you couldn’t trust anyone, you quickly learned that it was okay to take advantage of help when it was given to you.

That is how you got back on your feet, after all.

You met a good group of people.

Well, good to you, but not to the law, or outsiders.

You didn’t trust them, but you allowed them to take you in. They were just like you; lost and traumatized, but they confided in one another. They didn’t really have a choice, since they only had each other.

You had an amazing run with them. They made you laugh, cry, and they supported you. Just like family, you supposed. You never had a stable family to compare the kind of love they gave you to, but you figured it’d be something similar.

You never had an abundance of anything, but you had just enough, and that was okay. You were never the type of girl who desired to live lavishly anyway.

It was remarkably easy for you to pick up on their habits. You had become keen on cheating, lying, and stealing after only two months of being in their company. It came easily to you, and you used your newly developed skills to wiggle your way in and out of certain situations.

You couldn’t wiggle your way out of this one, though. The cuffs on your wrists wouldn’t allow for that.

You sucked in a breath as you were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping against the material of your jeans as you made impact.

“Be any fucking rougher, could you?” You hissed toward the guard over your shoulder, although you wiggled your fingers nervously behind your back.

He smirked at you, stifling a laugh as he carried his muscular frame toward the large double doors that you were forced through moments prior to being manhandled toward the ground.

“Enjoy your last few moments of life, honey.” He spit, his face falling expressionless afterward as he allowed the doors to slam shut behind himself, leaving you to your thoughts. You couldn’t see his face, but you were certain that he was sporting a shit eating grin. If you could, you’d slap it off of his face.

You couldn’t see a thing in the room that you were in, and you began to grow anxious as the anticipation began to eat away at you, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your chest.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and held back a loud cry, your eyes watering as the realization finally settled upon you. You couldn’t keep up your tough girl exterior anymore, and you were going to die in this pitch black room at any moment.

What if this was part of the execution? What if the room was this dark purposefully? To add to the shock factor? That would be sure get someone shaken up, knowing they could be taken out by a gunshot, a quick slice of a sword, something hanging from the ceiling—

You paused, sniffing the tears away quickly. You knew your eyes would get puffy if you cried for any more than a few seconds, and you wanted to be remembered for being strong, not a wimp. News would spread quickly after your death, and you knew it would. It always did.

You evaluated your position for a moment. You were crying because you were afraid of death.

Seriously, you were afraid of something that was inevitable?

You choked back a laugh, a small smile cracking on your face before you burst out into a full on fit of giggles.

You wouldn’t be tortured to death, and you knew that for sure. That sort of punishment was only allowed for sexual crimes, acts of severe hatred, domestic abuse, or murder.

You’d be killed quickly, and you were crying because of that? You’d have lost all of your street credit if word got back to your little gang.

You looked like a lunatic. Knees pressed into the ground, hands behind your back, and laughing wildly as strands of your hair flew onto your face from the occasional draft that would flow through the room.

You knew it, too, but you picked up this tip from a certain black haired boy with a scar over his eye. He used to be involved with your group of criminals.

He told you to laugh in any situation where you were put under extreme pressure. You told him that he was crazy for giving you such shitty advice, but once you tried it after being taken into custody for the first crime, you realized that he may have given you some valuable information.

“You’ll either relax a bit and take some of the stress off, or they’ll think you’re crazy and let you go. Win win, right?”

You smiled as your laughter began to die out.

You’d always remember Yoongi, but he was dead to you now.

He was the only person in that group that you connected with. Still, you didn’t trust him, but you could rely on him to help you every now and then if you needed to.

He left without a word, something about wanting to better himself. He’d mentioned that a few times before he actually left, but you didn’t think he’d follow through.

That was the first time that you’d been physically hurt when someone important to you left.

You didn’t speak for a few weeks, laugh for months, or manage to take care of yourself properly for quite some time.

He was so important to you, and he knew it. He didn’t care though, because he still left. Why did you care then?

You didn’t.

You wouldn’t have to care about anything in a few more minutes.

You rolled your neck from side to side, shaking yourself free from any final thoughts as you waited patiently for your execution.

You considered begging for your life, but there was no reason to. You didn’t have anything to lose anymore.

You sat quietly for another minute or so.

Every muscle inside of your body tensed at the sound of leisurely paced footsteps striking against the ground. You felt like you were going to explode, but you managed to keep yourself together.

“Lift your head.”

You immediately obeyed the request, fearful that you’d be tortured immensely if you hadn’t.

You took a deep breath, stopping midway through it as you felt the cool metal of a sword press right under your chin.

The panic began to settle in again, and you began to fidget around like a fish out of water as the sword grazed the skin of your neck.

“Luckily for you, ________, stealing isn’t punishable by execution.” Your eyes ballooned out of your skull, and your mouth dried instantly as you fell into a coughing fit.

“You’d better hold your breath if you want to keep your life.” The person with the sword against your windpipe teased, and you shrieked in terror and disbelief as you confirmed that the voice belonged to who you thought was the rightful owner.

“YOONGI!” You screamed so loudly that your voice bounced off of the walls in the room and echoed back, possibly louder than the scream itself.

You weren’t sure if you screamed because he was the one threatening you with a weapon, or that there was still a very large sword pressed to your jugular even though he just said that stealing isn’t punishable by execution.

How would he know that, anyway?

The room began to lighten up at the same time the sword did against your neck. You were vaguely able to make out Yoongi’s figure in front of you.

You winced slightly as the lights brightened fully, and you came face to face with the sack of ass that left you to suffer years ago.

You checked your surroundings immediately afterward, confused to find that you were in the aisle of what you knew to be a temple.

Was this a fucking joke?

You weren’t sure of what to say. You had questions, obviously, but you also wanted to scream at him for being an asshat and playing such a dumb prank on you.

How are you supposed to start a conversation with someone that you hadn’t talked to in years, though?

Yoongi could read your confusion, a sadistic smile on his face as he walked toward you as if he had achieved something great.

He leaned down in front of you, a few pieces of his blonde hair brushing against your forehead. You thrashed around in the cuffs as he placed a light peck to your forehead, just as he did when the two of you were on good terms.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You threatened, and he hummed at your attitude.

“Still as gorgeous as ever, ________.” You bit down on the insides of your cheeks as he angled himself away from you.

He was as gorgeous as ever himself, the scar still perfectly etched into his skin as if it’d never heal, his face a bit more mature since the last time you saw him, and his hair a bright blonde instead of the shiny black it was a few years back.

You hated him.

“I hate you.” You voiced your thoughts, and Yoongi simply shrugged while taking a few steps backwards, maintaining his eye contact with you.

“You wouldn’t hate me if you knew what I’ve done for you.” He responded simply, his chocolate colored eyes squinted in distaste as he turned around on his heels, walking cooly to a chair that would’ve resembled a King’s throne.

It actually was a throne, but you didn’t understand why he was sitting on it. Min Yoongi was certainly no King. He was a rude and inconsiderate excuse of a friend.

Er, acquaintance, rather. You never really had friends, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, nose turned up in skepticism. Yoongi smiled a bit, licking his lips as he reminisced upon the events that happened a bit earlier today.

He saw you being dragged into the temple by one of his guards, struggling to keep your footsteps aligned due to the inability to control the pace of your walking.

He watched as the doors of the temple swung open and you were thrown to the ground harshly. He was hidden in the shadows as he observed the scene, immediately knowing that feisty voice of yours like the sword that he carried with him daily.

It was one of the things he loved most about you. After all, he was the one that practically made that part of you, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

It pained him to know that you were brought to him under terms of execution, but he assumed this would be the way you’d turn out if you continued to involve yourself with that group of people. That’s why he left you on your own.

Plus, the road to becoming King didn’t require the help of anyone else, and it certainly didn’t require yours. This was a task that he needed to complete on his own, and now that he had, his goal was simply to remain in power.

That’d be easy. People feared tyrants.

Yoongi was no tyrant, but he had tyrannical tendencies, one of them being participating in the execution of prisoners. Now, it was strictly prohibited for a King to execute a commoner, but he didn’t mind. Plus, he did sit back and watch most times as he was supposed to, so what was the harm?

He was the highest form of authority there was anyway, so who’d complain to him about what he could and couldn’t do?

He battled with himself to figure out a proper way to ease you out of this. He couldn’t outright call the execution off, and he knew that. No one would fear a King who spared the life of some measly village girl, and Yoongi craved the fear of his people.

Perhaps he could drag you elsewhere once the guard left. If he was to be questioned about it, he could mention something about needing to speak to you privately before your execution.

No, that’s dumb. Who’d believe that?

Maybe he could wait just until your execution was to take place, and halt it, saying that you were wrongly convicted of your crimes?

He couldn’t do that either. You’d been caught stealing multiple times before, and your criminal record was long enough to prove that you were the right person sentenced to death.

So, Yoongi lost about half of his dignity when he marched right up to the guard that dragged you inside, and asked him to let you be.

Of course, the guard agreed, but Yoongi’s ego had faltered momentarily.

He gained all of that dignity back, though, when he heard you scream his name while kneeling with your hands cuffed behind your back.

What a sight to see.

Yoongi glanced back down at you from his throne, a cocky smile on his face as he shifted his position in the gigantic chair, turning his body slightly sideways as he threw his legs over the side of it.

“Nothing, so I guess you’re right. I haven’t done a thing to help you.” He shrugged, bending over onto the ground to grab his scabbard. He slid the sword into it with practiced ease and dropped it to the ground.

The sound of the weapon scraping against the sides of the holder caused you to cringe, and you jumped as the sound of it hitting the floor bounced off of the walls a few times, just as your scream did earlier.

You gulped at the thought, wondering if he really would have killed you if he had gotten the chance.

“What’s your deal with them anyway?” Yoongi questioned after a few moments of thick silence. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes the moment he began to speak.

“I don’t have to answer anything you ask me, and it’s none of your business.” You responded, and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.

“I would’ve assumed that you’d catch on a little earlier. You have always been a smart girl, but I suppose all of the thieving and lying caught up with you after a few years.” You said nothing, suddenly feeling overwhelming guilt.

“You do have to answer everything I ask you, actually. I can’t kill you for stealing, but I can kill you for treason.” You scoffed. There he was, playing the royalty card again.

“Treason? Yoongi, give it up. You can’t be executed for treason toward a commoner. Have you lost your mind?” He narrowed his eyes at you and stood up, taking the short walk toward you again.

“You are a commoner, ________. I am not.” You were tired of his dumb breakdowns.

“What are you supposed to be then?” You smirked, and Yoongi returned the smirk with a lick of his lips.

You watched with furrowed eyebrows as he shrugged the thick black jacket he was wearing off of his slim shoulders, and you inhaled a shaky breath as you vaguely made out the emblem of the kingdom on both of his shoulders in the dim lighting of the temple.

“Oh my fucking God.” Your voice cracked as you whispered, your bottom lip trembling in defeat as you realized your humongous fuck up.

You slowly lifted your head, immediately meeting Yoongi’s eye contact. He jutted his bottom lip out to mock you, before quickly twisting his lips into a sly smile.

“You know what to do.” You nodded, lowering your upper body to the ground slowly.

You weren’t low enough to the ground for his liking, so he grabbed his sword and retrieved it from its covering, and pressed the dull side of it against the back of your head to force you lower. Your forehead was touching the ground.

“Better.” He sighed, holding you there for a few seconds before placing the sword back at his side. When you no longer felt the pressure of it on your head, you deemed it okay to lift yourself up.

Your mind was pooling with questions.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He joked, placing the sword in front of him as he stacked both of his hands onto its handle.

“How?” You asked weakly, and he feigned confusion.

“How are you King? You can’t be King with that scar over your eye.” You wanted to find any plausible fault to the idea that he was King.

“Why can’t I?” He asked with a cock of his head. The question was meant to be unanswered, but you stupidly responded anyway.

“The scar symbolizes impuriti—“

“Then I must be pretty powerful, hm?” He laughed, swinging the sword off of the ground to rest on top of his shoulder. He gave you a pity glance as he took a few steps to land himself behind you.

“I’m not going to put you in prison.” He sighed heavily, as if the admittance of him allowing you freedom hurt his conscious dearly.

“Why not?” You asked eagerly, trying desperately not to show how excited you were as your fingers twitched behind your back.

“I’m not going to imprison you, but I need you to make me a promise.” He said, removing the sword from his shoulder as he slid it in the space between your back and the chain of the handcuffs.

You stood deathly still.

“Anything.” You responded instantaneously. You’d regret it later.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

“Don’t let me see your face around here again.” What?

Around the temple? In the village? Where were you supposed to go?

“I—“ He placed his foot against your lower back, digging his shoe into your skin through the fabric as he tugged the sword forcefully toward himself, successfully breaking the chain of the cuffs and sending it flying backward.

You moaned at the feeling, bringing your wrists in front of you as you twisted each of them around a few times to rid yourself of any stiff muscles.

“Get out.”

•••

“You called me back here?” You sighed, leaning your head against the opened doors as Yoongi hummed with a small nod.

“Yes, I did. Come in, and close the doors behind you.” You raised an eyebrow, although you shut the temple doors and walked down the aisle that would lead you to Yoongi’s throne.

He stood up from his royal seat, walking halfway down the aisle to meet you. You took the time to notice his appearance. He was dressed just like he was when you saw him a few years ago before he completely vanished. Baggy clothes, low rise sneakers, and a few chains dangling from his neck.

You held an unimpressed expression as you stood face to face with him, but seeing him dressed like this gave you a small bit of satisfaction. Of course, you wouldn’t tell him that though.

Unknown to you, Yoongi chose to dress like this to keep you comfortable with him. He needed you to be a bit vulnerable if you are going to hear him out, and he knew this would be one step closer to achieving that vulnerability.

Plus, he was taking you out today. Yes, to explain everything that’s happened during the past couple of years while he wasn’t around, but also for his personal satisfaction.

He missed you just as much as you missed him.

“We’re going to that little spot a few minutes away from here. The one we always used to—“

“I know, Yoongi. I really don’t want to bring up the past anymore.” You stopped him, holding your hand up as you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. You didn’t mean to come off so harshly, but the years of emotional trauma didn’t make that easy for you.

Yoongi nodded once, although he felt a little pang in his chest in you basically admitting that you didn’t want to go to the special place the two of you created a few years back, and you probably didn’t even want to be with him right now.

“Sure, okay.” He sighed, clearing his throat as he walked toward a hidden back entrance that he used at times to leave the temple.

You watched as he took his first few steps, before turning over his shoulder to stare at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“Are you going to follow me, or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?” You rolled your eyes and began to follow after him, Yoongi turning back toward the front once you caught up with him.

He continued to walk, and you desperately tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips as bits and pieces of the Yoongi you knew were starting to shine through.

•••

The walk to the secluded spot by that small river that you remember so fondly was uncomfortable and stuffy.

Neither of you said a word, simply letting the leaves crunching under the both of your shoes fill the silence.

The sun was beginning to set, and the rays cast a beautiful shadow over the river. It looked just as it did the last time you were here.

That day… that day was the happiest you’d been in years.

That was also the day Yoongi got his scar.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Yoongi asked, laughing loudly as he stumbled over a few branches while searching for you behind the trees and shrubs near the river.

“I’m never playing hide and seek with you again. You’re an asshole for this.” You chuckled, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth as you hoped desperately that he hadn’t heard.

But, it was Yoongi. Of course he’d heard.

“Your cute little laugh is going to get you in trouble.” You ducked lower behind the shrub in front of you, peering out over the edge to see if you could see his shadow approaching.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you couldn’t see him anymore, squinting and leaning forward a bit to see if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Yoongi snuck up behind you, cursing under his breath when you snapped your head in his direction.

You hadn’t fully processed that it was Yoongi when he finally came into view and attempted to scare you, so you pushed him backward roughly. This sent him tumbling over a rock, and his face smashed against the forest floor.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, running over to him, your black combat boots seeming to be too heavy at that moment.

He was breathing heavily and holding one side of his face, and when you rolled him onto his back, the sight of the blood creeping between his fingers was enough to make you pull him up to his feet, and you dragged him all the way back to the village within a handful of minutes.

You had ripped off a piece of your oversized shirt and wrapped it over his eyes sometime during this process.

The two of you were spotted by a group of people as you neared the village again, and they helped you pull Yoongi to the home of a medic who would sew his skin together.

He had the stitches for two months, and even after they removed, he still had the scar.

You felt terrible, but you never got the chance to apologize.

He left the day after his stitches were removed.

“________.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip.

“________!” Yoongi shouted, and you came to with a small jolt.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, and it felt so, so good after all these years.

You walked quickly to meet Yoongi as he sat near the edge of the river, the wind blowing lightly which made his hair a disheveled mess.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.” You repeated, clearly this time as you sat down next to him, keeping a few feet between the two of you because you weren’t sure where your emotions were at the moment, and you certainly weren’t sure what he was feeling.

There was an awkward silence.

“What?” He laughed, the confusion evident on his face.

“What are you talking about?” You scratched nervously at your arm as he scooted a bit closer to you.

A part of you wanted to condemn him, but a larger part of you wanted him to stay right next to you.

“I’m really sorry about the scar. You left before I could apologize, and it’s been making me feel so guilty for the past couple of years, but—“ Yoongi shook his head, taking your hand into his as he intertwined your fingers with his, just like he used to back then.

You let your hand flop loosely in his.

“Isn’t it a little obvious that I don’t mind it? If anything, I’m happy that you fucked my face up.” He joked, his gummy smile slowly fading as he looked from the river to your paling face.

“Why’d you leave?” You asked, the light mood falling. Yoongi took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He knew he couldn’t avoid this question, but he hoped that you’d at least wait a bit before bringing up this topic.

“I told you, I need to better myself.” You let go of his hand.

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed, Yoongi simply turning his head to look at you as your face began to heat in anger.

“It had something to do with me, and I know it does. Why lie now? Why bring me to this special spot to lie, Yoongi?” He took a small gulp, looking away from you and out toward the landscape. He couldn’t utter these next few words while staring at your face.

“I wouldn’t have become King if I was in love with a criminal.” He stated nonchalantly. You froze.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You stood up, and Yoongi stood up as well, just in case you were planning to run away and get yourself into trouble as you usually did when you couldn’t handle your emotions.

“I had to let you go if I wanted to change, ________. You’re not good for me, and I’m not good for you.” His voice began to thin out the longer he spoke, fighting back a sob.

“Are you trying to say that I’m a bad influence?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am not good for you , when you’re the person that I got into the most trouble with in that entire fucking group?” You shook your head as you spoke, refusing to believe that he was saying you weren’t good for him.

“Why don’t you tell me the real reason that you left, hm? I can handle the truth, and I deserve to know after waiting for so long. Believe me, you won’t have to worry about seeing me again after this.” Yoongi was seething, his hands clenched into fists by his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.

He wasn’t going to get angry.

He was going to explain himself to you calmly.

“Did you not just hear me fucking say that I’m in love with you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, as he began to take slow strides toward you.

You’d seemed to have forgotten that in the midst of your yelling at him.

“I taught you a handful of things back then, but I’m fairly sure that knowing when to shut up was one of them.” You looked over your shoulder as you took a step backward whenever he took one forward, but if you continued like this then you’d end up with your back against a tree.

This was not some cliche love story, and you weren’t the main character.

You stepped to the side to avoid bumping into the tree.

Yoongi took a side step as well, standing still for a few seconds before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pressed you up against the tree by his arm.

“You were going to hinder me from my goal, ________. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to focus while having you by my side.” His grip on you loosened as he continued to speak.

“I thought if I was away from you that I’d forget about everything, but that made it worse. There wasn’t a single day that came where you wouldn’t pass my mind.” You pressed your head backwards against the tree in exasperation.

“Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You asked, sadness evident in your voice. Yoongi’s heart clenched as he read you like his favorite book.

“I wanted you to be there for the result, not the work that it took to get there. I’d come back for you when I was better off, but I didn’t have to. You came to me.” Yoongi leaned in closer toward you.

“Well, you didn’t come to me, per say. I brought you to me.” You scoffed.

“You did what?” Dealing with him was an emotional roller coaster, but you still wanted the first seat on the ride.

“We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.” You opened your mouth to respond, but Yoongi leaned in for this kiss anyway.

He molded his soft lips against yours with ease. You awkwardly left your eyes open, but upon seeing him with his closed as the passion radiated in the way he kissed you, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slip into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, the kiss quickly shifting from pure and energetic love to uncontrollable and messy lust for one another.

Yoongi broke the kiss first, and you chased his lips as he pulled away. You whimpered in defeat as he used his grip on your waist to turn you around, your hands pressed against the bark of the tree.

He roughly tugged your jeans down your legs, not having the patience to unbutton them fully. You flinched as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi with fear etched onto your features.

“We’re going to get fucking caught.” You laughed, although you were deathly afraid of being found with the King’s dick buried snuggly inside of your pulsing cunt.

“I’m a King, baby. I’m the boss. I don’t give a fuck about someone stumbling back here.” He spoke, while working quickly at the zipper of his jeans.

“Besides, I’ll be quick.” He moaned out in satisfaction as he finally freed his cock from its confines. He tugged your panties to the side with one of his fingers, slapping his length against your throbbing clit a handful of times before lining himself up with your inviting warmth.

“Kind of difficult—oh shit,” He paused in the middle of his sentence as he slid his cock into you, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of being so full after so, so long.

“Kind of difficult to wait for something that you’ve been wanting for a—for a while, especially when it’s right in front of you.” He huffed into your ear, gathering your hair up in one of his hands to force you to arch you back more.

“Fuck. You okay, baby girl? I know this is a tight fit, cause you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick.” Yoongi waited patiently for your okay, although that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips against you slowly to offer himself some sort of relief.

“‘m okay. Just fuck me, please.” You begged, and Yoongi hastily obliged. He kept his hand tangled between your locks, as he brought his free hand down to your hip.

He set a gut-destroying pace instantly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass somehow louder than they’d be if the two of you were in a secluded room.

“You can consider this your punishment for giving me so much shit talk yesterday. Look at you now, huh? Can’t get a single fucking word out, can you?” You whined as he dug his fingernails into your hip, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that you would scrape the skin of your thighs against the tree every now and then.

Your legs twitched as you neared your high, a noise sounding like somewhat of a feminine growl climbing its way out from the back of your throat as you held your breasts in your hands, flicking your nipples between your fingers to coax yourself closer to the edge.

“Good girl. Lose yourself on my cock.” Yoongi was near his climax as well, the way your pussy was sucking him in combined with his cock grazing the material of your panties every few thrusts enough to send him straight toward that euphoric feeling.

There was something so primal about him taking you up against a tree, where seemingly anyone could find the two of you. No strings attached (yet), just pure, sexual need.

“Cum with me. I want that.” Yoongi snarled into your ear, and you nodded eagerly as he slid his hand across your stomach and down toward your clit.

He only managed to rub a few quick circles against the sensitive nub before you began to thrash wildly underneath him.

“Stay still.” He warned you, and you tried desperately to obey him as hot bliss took over momentarily, and your muscles spasmed beneath Yoongi as he used your pussy to chase his high as well, pulling out to cum on your back.

He slid your pants back up, before turning you around to try and button them. You were shaking too much, though, and it was starting to frustrate him.

“________, stay st—SHIT!”

Yoongi yelled as he began to tumble backward, making sure to pull you with him this time.

Your intense shaking caused Yoongi to trip over himself and fall backward, causing the both of you to end up plummeting into the cold river water.

“Damnit!” You cursed, and Yoongi just laughed as he rubbed his eyes free of the water that managed to seep into them.

“You’re quite the klutz.” He commented, running his hand through his hair as he slyly noticed the way your shirt began to grow more and more sheer as it soaked in the water.

“You’re quite the asshole.” You playfully rolled your eyes, squealing when Yoongi snagged your shirt into his hands and pulled you into his hold once more.

“Accidents just seem to happen at this river, don’t they?” You asked, and Yoongi shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucked your head underneath his chin.

“Yeah, but they’re also the best memories.” You tilted your head up to look at Yoongi’s face, and his eyes were closed.

Why do you always miss the memo?

Just as you were about to close your eyes, Yoongi splashed your face with a bit of water from the river.

You gasped and pulled away from him, mustering up the most threatening glare you could give.

“Why would you do that when I’m already wet?” He smirked.

“Hell yeah you are.”

“YOONGI!”

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a bit of brattiness. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut; wolf au

word count: 3k

warnings: alpha!tae, omega!reader, luna!reader, breeding, hairy taehyung, assertion of dominance (male and female), degradataion, slight jk appearance, alpha kink, exhibitionism, etc.

summary: you’ve been a bit of a brat lately. taehyung doesn’t mind, but the members of his pack seem to have an issue with it. (i combined two requests in this one-shot. enjoy!)

(shoutout to @taesluttt​ for sending me this gif.)

You’ve found it a bit difficult to entertain yourself as of late. 

Taehyung was always busy doing something that pertained to keeping his pack in order, and although you had just as much of a right as he did to know what was going on outside of what the members knew, you weren’t really in the mood to deal with the stress of it at the moment.

You’d leave that to him for now.

Taehyung was out at the store buying groceries for the pack. You told him you’d go with him-- actually, you really wanted to go with him because it’d give you a chance to go outside for once in quite some time, but he insisted that you stay home and watch over his pack members.

You persisted, telling him that they were grown men and could handle themselves for a few hours, but he shut you down immediately.

“Be good for me, sweetheart. If everything is in order when I return, I’ll play with you, alright?”

He then gave you a kiss on your forehead, and left with a smirk on his face.

He had been gone for three hours now.

In his defense, it always took him a while to go grocery shopping. Food never lasted in this house, and why would it when there were seven hormonal male wolves cooped together in here?

So, here you were, sprawled out over your shared bed with a frown on your face and your phone in your hand.

You contemplated texting him, but you knew that he’d get immensely frustrated if you texted him while he was busy if it wasn’t an emergency.

He’d see it as a break in the trust that you had in him, which you learned the hard way when he first brought you into his pack.

You’d never live the embarrassment of that day down.

You rolled your eyes at the thought. You weren’t as submissive as you were back then anymore. The only person who could earn your submission was Taehyung, obviously.

Well, not earn. It was in your DNA to please your Alpha.

He gave you an order to watch over the pack, and you weren’t following it. If he found out (which he definitely would because Yoongi loved to rat you out to Taehyung), you’d never hear the end of it.

You got up off of the bed, not bothering to put on shorts underneath the shirt you were wearing, which belonged to Taehyung. 

He only allowed you to wear his clothes around the house, mentioning that it was something about the smell of himself constantly on you that kept him sane.

You didn’t mind. All of his clothes were comfortable anyway. 

You began to walk down the stairs, heading for the living room which was where all of the boys had been since Taehyung’s departure, and you knew for a fact that they hadn’t moved since because you could still hear the loud gunshots from the video game they were playing.

They all heard you approaching because of their sensitive ears, but they barely spared you a glance before all of their attention was back to the gigantic screen in front of them.

Once you had gotten down the stairs, your eyes were immediately drawn to the mess that was the entire downstairs area of the house.

“What the hell is this?” You yelled, although the noise of the game drowned out your voice entirely.

You couldn’t believe them.

You cleaned earlier today, and they trashed everything within the span of just a few hours? Absolutely not.

You walked over to the couch that they were seated on, some of them actually on the cushions, others on the arms of the couch, or either laid out on the floor.

“Would any of you care to explain this mess?” You spoke, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief as you looked out at the mess again.

“Mess?” Namjoon spoke immediately, eyes trained on the screen in front of him with his tongue poking out slightly.

“Don’t call yourself a mess, Luna. You look wonderful today.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side.

You needed them to clean this up, and you needed it done quickly. Taehyung could be home any minute now.

You walked over to the TV and stood right in front of the screen.

Instead of complaining like you expected them to, they all turned their heads to the side and continued to jam their thumbs against the controllers.

“Alright, you’re done with this.” You mumbled to yourself, as you turned around and grabbed the cord in the wall that powered the TV.

You pulled it out and held it in your hands, a small smirk on your face as the boys stared at you with unimpressed looks on their faces.

“You do know that we could take that cord from you and plug it back in, right?” Yoongi asked, legs spread open as he sat the controller in between his legs.

“Not if I take it into my bedroom.” You quickly responded, eyeing him carefully while spinning the cord around in your hand. You were just as unimpressed with him as he was with you.

He rolled his eyes, as did a few of the other boys.

“Or have you forgotten that you’re not allowed in there?” You laughed, disconnecting the cord from the TV as well so the entire thing sat in your hands.

“Oh, come on!” Jimin groaned, tossing his head back in annoyance as he ran a hand through his black locks.

“Could you please just plug the cord back in, Luna?” Jeongguk asked, his doe eyes wide as he gave you his best attempt at a pouty face.

You cooed at his adorableness, but you still shook your head.

“No, but I’ll make you a deal.” You sighed, dropping the cord on the floor next to  you. All of their eyes followed the black thing as it hit the ground, but none of them dared to reach for it now with the threat of Taehyung figuring out.

“You clean up this atrocity,” You paused, squinting your eyes at the way they all sighed heavily, “And you can have your cord back. Sound good?”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

“For fucks sake, could you just plug the damn thing in?” He groaned, throwing the controller against the ground in a fit of rage.

You raised an eyebrow as you sauntered over to him, kneeling on the ground in front of him so the two of you were somewhat eye level.

He kept his concentrated gaze on you, his upper lip twisted in a snarl as you wrapped your hand around his throat.

The other boys watched curiously. 

You had never been so forward with any of them before, but with Taehyung’s promise that he made to you before he left for the store in the back of your head, you weren’t taking any chances with any of their bullshit.

“You’ve seemed to forgotten the ranking of importance, pup.” You pulled back slightly when he lunged at you. You knew for a fact that he hated being restrained, so you were going to use that against him.

“There’s Tae, me, and then you. When he’s not around, whatever I say goes.” Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

You were a bit surprised. You’d never seen this sort of attitude change from him before. You assumed that this meant that he was approaching his first heat.

Cute.

“You only have authority over us when he isn’t here, Luna.” He smirked, breath slightly hitched from your hand tightening around his throat. You growled at the way his tone of voice changed when referring to you as his Luna.

“That isn’t very often. Don’t let the power get to your head.” He continued.

You leaned in closer to him, your cool breath fanning over his face as he kept eye contact with you.

“Then don’t act tough when you’re still a fucking puppy.” He leaned in closer to you, his nose brushing against yours as he growled at you.

“You talk a big game when your Alpha isn’t around, don’t you, Luna?” You loosened your grip around his neck, although you wouldn’t let go completely yet.

“How would he react if he were to find out that you treated his pack like this?” You opened your mouth to respond, when the alarm went off at the front door.

All seven of you turned your head to find Taehyung entering with what looked like thirty bags on his arms.

“I’d tell you that she’s allowed to do whatever she pleases, whether I’m around or not.” Taehyung responded simply, trudging through the living room to make his way to the kitchen to set the bags down.

You were wondering how he must’ve heard you, but you’d seemed to forget that his hearing was far sharper and extensive than yours.

“Let go of his neck. I don’t like the look of this.” Taehyung said as he walked back toward the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he waited expectantly for you to follow his orders.

All eyes were on you now.

Your hand was still secured around Jeongguk’s neck.

You weren’t sure why.

Taehyung took one step forward, and you immediately dropped your hand.

He smiled lightly as this, his top lip twitching in annoyance at your hesitation to follow his order.

He continued to walk forward until he was standing behind you. 

You gulped. You already knew that you fucked up because he hadn’t said anything yet.

He reached down to tangle his hand into your hair, using his sturdy grip to pull you up off of the ground and into his chest.

“Ow!” You hissed, as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to securely press your body against his.

He roughly tilted your head to the side, glancing toward his pack members as he began to whisper into your ear.

“What did I tell you before I left?” He asked, knowing very well that you were afraid to answer him.

“I--w--well, you s-said--”

“Don’t stutter. You know I hate that. Tell me what I want to know.” He licked the skin of your neck that was exposed to him. You shivered.

“You told me to keep everything in order.” He hummed, pleased.

“And what did you do instead?” You exhaled shakily. You already angered him, and you’d hate to make it worse on yourself.

“I let everything become a mess.” He nodded, although you couldn’t see him.

“So, what does that make me look like? Hm?” He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger so you were forced to look up at him.

“When you don’t follow simple instructions, what does that make me look like?” He was growing impatient.

“A bad pack leader.” He clapped sarcastically, a sadistic smile on his face.

“To make things better, I come home to find you eye fucking a member of my pack?” You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t like that, but you’d never in your life interrupt him while he was talking.

“With your hand around his neck, too?” He cocked his head to the side, pausing for a moment before he lunged forward at you, taking your neck into his own hands.

“Perhaps you wanted to get put in your place, then. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” You weakly responded.

“So you can understand that, but you can’t understand me when I tell you what I want done, and how I want it done?” You said nothing,, and he let go of your neck.

“Yes or no, Omega?” You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip.

“No.” 

“Finish your fucking sentences.” Taehyung growled, not impressed with this little act you were putting up because you were in front of his pack.

“No, I couldn’t understand, Alpha.” He nodded his head once. 

He placed one of his hands on top of your head and forcefully lowered you down to the ground.

“Take my dick out, and get it wet.” Your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“Alph--”

“Take my fucking dick out, and get it wet.”

With shaky hands, you reached for his belt.

Taehyung was having it.

“Hurry the fuck up.” You whimpered, hands going into a frenzy as you hastily pulled his belt off and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go.

You couldn’t help the way that you got wet just from the sight of his body hair alone, especially the hair around his cock.

It made you feel as though he had a stronger sense of dominance over you as your Alpha

Taehyung liked the fact that you liked his body hair, since it did make him feel more masculine.

It was also why he never shaved.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, quickly taking him into your mouth just how he liked you to.

While you were busy with your mouth, he took his belt off and proceeded to bend over so he could wrap it around your neck.

This caused you to halt, unaware of what he was trying to do.

“I never told you to stop. Keep sucking my cock.” You obeyed, gagging around his dick as he tightened the belt around your neck like a leash.

Taehyung was very well endowed, and he knew that you struggled greatly trying to swallow his cock. You couldn’t even fit half of it into your mouth.”

He grabbed the part of the belt that hung in his hand, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling it closer and closer to himself until his entire cock was completely submerged down your throat, and your nose was touching his pelvis.

You began to cry intensely, no air getting to your lungs as he forced you to hold there for a few seconds.

“God, fuck!” He growled, pushing your head away once he figured you’d had enough.

He allowed you one gasp of air, before he pulled you forward again, several strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

You began to claw at his thighs as it became too much, and Taehyung reluctantly let you go.

He pulled you up off of the ground with the belt, turning you around to face the rest of his pack, who for some reason hadn’t moved from their seats this entire time.

Taehyung roughly threw your upper body in Jeongguk’s direction.

The youngest of the two made eye contact with his pack leader.

“Hold the leash.” Jeongguk quickly agreed, grabbing the belt  and wrapping it up in his fist just as Taehyung did moments ago.

“Since you seem to like being in his face so much, you can watch him while I fuck you.” Taehyung lifted his shirt up over your ass, pleasantly surprised to find that you weren’t wearing panties.

He never allowed you to, anyway. He knew it drove his pack members crazy when you walked around with your scent wafting everywhere, especially when you were ovulating, but he knew that they couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do a damn thing about it.

He rubbed his blunt cock head against your slit, figuring you were wet enough to take him by the way your slick ran down your thighs and onto his pants.

He pushed into you with ease, growling at the way your pussy invited him in.

“I’m going to breed you, baby.” He muttered, when he was already balls deep  inside of you.

You tried to lift your head to look back at him, but Jeongguk was pulling the belt too tight. You couldn’t even turn your head.

“Maybe that’ll give you something to do instead of staring at my pack members.” He delivered one harsh slap to your ass, placing both of his hands in your hair as he began to roughly fuck himself into you.

“You’re pretty like this, Luna.” Jeongguk snickered, referring to your fucked out expression as your Alpha fucked you.

You head was empty aside from his cock, and you couldn’t care less.

“Watch it, kid.” Taehyung snapped back at Jeongguk, his breath ragged as he began to give you quick, shallow thrusts.

You laid your head on the youngest’s thigh as you began to drool on his leg. It didn’t take Taehyung much of anything to hit that spot inside of you, but you wouldn’t ask him to cum until he had given you permission.

It was pathetic how close you were already.

“I’m sure this is what you want though, isn’t it?” He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s legs as he pressed his chest against your back.

“You want to walk around full of my hot cum, don’t you, Omega?” Taehyung growled into your ear. You responded with a weak, “Yes, Alpha.”

He grunted above you, his hips slowing significantly the more you tightened around him.

“I need you to cum, and I need you to do it right fucking now.” He growled, growing closer to the edge with every thrust.

He licked his pointer and middle fingers and brought them down to your clit, destroying the little nub as he continued to fuck you.

You wanted to wait for his okay, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please! Fuck, Please, Alpha!” Your legs began to shake as he continued to harshly rub at your clit.

“Cum, do it. Do it now.” He delivered three more slow thrusts to your cunt, before blowing his load inside of you, effectively knotting you.

It took him nearly three minutes to fill you with all of his cum, and once he finally did, it hurt.

Bad.

“O-oh, oh my God.” You whimpered from the pain.

“It hurts so fucking bad.” Taehyung smiled, glancing down at your swollen belly. He knew it hurt, but he couldn’t deny that he loved seeing you like this.

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, before pulling you away from Jeongguk and carrying you (yes, with his cock still inside of you) to the love seat.

He sat down, allowing you to rest your back against his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.

He smiled, keeping the belt around your neck as light snores began to leave your mouth.

He should really get you a leash.

He glanced at his pack, completely forgetting that they were in the room.

“What the hell are you looking at?” They said nothing.

“You heard what she said earlier. Go clean that mess.”

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thirsty. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut, mafia au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mafia!tae, slight yandere!tae (he’s crazy as hell), obsessive tae, mentions of blood and death, virgin!reader, etc.

summary: taehyung doesn’t take very lightly to disrespect.

(y’all if there are any typos, please tell me because i didn’t really proofread--)

(of course, credits to @taesluttt​ for this picture, and for the title of this fic)

“Maybe we could try something else instead...” You read aloud to yourself, as you began to finish the only book you hadn’t read in Taehyung’s library.

When the two of you first began dating, Taehyung began to quickly build up an enormous book collection. 

You asked him if he was interested in literature, or if he took up reading as a past time, to which he responded with a condescending smile,

“The books are not for me.”

This was before you found out his occupation.

Reading was one of your only other options of entertainment other than watching Netflix. Even then, you had to beg Taehyung to buy Netflix so you wouldn’t drive yourself insane. 

Of course, it wasn’t a money issue.

Taehyung had more than enough money to supply for the both of you and ten other people for the rest of your lifetimes, but he didn’t want you getting any stupid ideas from those dumb Netflix documentaries on trying to escape him.

You considered it many, many times before, but you could never go through with it in fear of what Taehyung would do to you or those you care about.

He told you countless times before that he would never lay a finger on you, and he has upheld that promise so far, but when you asked him if he’d ever hurt your loved ones, he just giggled and bopped your nose.

It was safe to say that he had you right where he wanted you--meek and subservient.

You sighed and closed the book, walking to place it back in the spot where you retrieved it, knowing that Taehyung would scold you with a smile on his face if you left the book on the couch.

He enjoyed talking down to you-- it was something about the apologetic and fearful look in your eyes that sparked his arousal.

 You reached for your phone in your back pocket, cursing under your breath when you remembered that Taehyung had taken it from you this morning because you hadn’t given him a kiss, as you were supposed to everyday.

You weren’t allowed to text anyone other than him or access any social medias, so the phone was basically there as an accessory.

Hopefully if you could convince him, he’d let you download Instagram or something so you could reach out to your family. You knew it’d be a long shot, and he’d probably agree to let you text them before anything else, but it had been such a long time that you had forgotten their phone numbers.

Maybe now would be a good time to ask him?

You did start the day off roughly by forgetting his kiss, but you’ve been good about everything else. Everything was neat and in order, just how he liked it.

It shouldn’t be that much of a deal now.

You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders backwards once before you began to approach the stairs.

Once your foot hit the first step, you began to instantly regret this idea. This would be a huge ask, and if Taehyung didn’t like the idea, you knew it’d end up with you bent over his lap, 50 spanks on each cheek.

You thought about it for a few more seconds, before continuing to walk up the stairs.

There’s a first time for everything.

Once you reached the final step, you could faintly make out Taehyung’s baritone voice through his closed office door.

You paused, knowing better than to barge in unannounced when he was in the middle of something important.

You listened in for a few more moments, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you could make out the faint sound of another voice in the room.

“What the hell?” You whispered under your breath. You’d been awake all morning, and no one ever walked through the front door.

There was a long pause on the other side of the room, before Taehyung calmly spoke, “Is there something you need, baby?”

Your eyes widened, wondering how he knew you were creeping outside of his office.

Your footsteps weren’t heavy (you made sure they weren’t), so how did he know---

“Would you like to come in?”

You’d never been in there before, and to be honest, you didn’t want to go.

Plus, there was a hint of annoyance in his tone, and you knew you were the cause of it.

You were frozen in place, Taehyung not allowing you any time to respond before he opened the door himself.

Your assumptions were correct— someone else was in the room. You had never seen this man before, so this must’ve been one of Taehyung’s new business partners.

You vaguely remembered him saying something about making a new deal with another mafia leader last week, but when he began to get into the details of what that meant for the two of you, you got lost in those foreign words that you were sure didn’t exist, and you’d be one to know considering the amount of books you read.

Your boyfriend smiled, gently tugging you into the room and leaving the door open as he pulled you into his lap.

Your heart began to beat rapidly at the stranger’s stare.

Although your boyfriend was infinitely more intimidating than this man, you just couldn’t fathom being in a room with two mafia leaders.

The stranger leaned forward, a curious gaze on his face as he examined your facial features.

Taehyung watched him intently, one of his arms propped up on his desk and the other around your waist.

“Who’s the bitch?” The man asked bluntly.

Taehyung’s smile wavered, as if he was trying to process what was just said.

He tightened his grip around your waist, your body as close to his as possible. He quickly turned to look over his shoulder as he opened up the drawer of his desk.

He pulled out a revolver, aiming the gun at the man’s kneecap before shooting with minimal recoil, even though he was only using one hand.

You screamed, as Taehyung dropped the gun on the ground as if it were a pen in a quiet classroom.

He stood up, lightly pushing you away from him as he walked over to stare down at the man’s body.

He laughed and shook his head as the guy began to yell profanities at him.

Taehyung found it amusing though, feigning innocence and confusion as he kneeled down onto the ground. He grabbed the man’s chin and forced him to make eye contact with him as he jabbed his thumb into the bullet wound.

“YOU FUCKING PYSCHO!” The man screamed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He stood up and turned to look at you, wiping the blood on his fingers on his shirt.

You cowered away from Taehyung in fear.

You’d been with him for a while, but he had never snapped like that before.

“Why did you do that?” You yelled, rushing over to the man.

You couldn’t even get close before Taehyung threaded his hands in your hair and pulled you backwards.

Taehyung kept his grip on you, while whistling an unknown tune and typing something into his phone.

Immediately, one of the cleaners rushed in and began to drag the man’s limp body out of the room.

He was going to be alright, his groans of pain being the only way you could tell.

Taehyung watched with intense eyes as the door was closed gently, sighing in disappointment at the trail of blood that led out of the room.

“I should really stop doing that, shouldn’t I?” Taehyung pulled you into his lap by the grip he still had on your hair before letting go.

“I could’ve handled it myself, Taehyung.” He hummed, not listening to a word that came out of your pretty little mouth as he began to rub his hands along the insides of your thighs.

He knew that you weren’t quite ready to lose your virginity yet, but that never stopped him from touching you every now and then.

You actually liked the way he’d rub his hands along your skin, as long as he didn’t go too far.

You were still afraid of Taehyung, but you wouldn’t tell him that in fear of what he’d do.

“My adrenaline is pumping, baby.” He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart. You shivered.

“Y-yeah, it is.” You laughed awkwardly.

He stared at you for several moments, before licking his lips and bucking his hips against your covered pussy.

You whimpered in surprise.

“I am so sorry, Princess. I just couldn’t help it. You look so fucking pretty right now.” You gulped, glancing around the room to avoid eye contact with him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” His hands began to fidget by his sides.

You raised both of your eyebrows in surprise. What the hell was going on with him?

“Would you let me take you tonight, honey? I’ve got to have something, please.”

You laughed a bit at his question.

“I could give you a blowjob.” You shrugged. Even though you were a virgin, you had no issue with pleasuring Taehyung in other ways.

“Fuck, no, I don’t want that.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Then—“

“Inside, _____. I need to be inside of you.”

You immediately shook your head. You were almost certain that it was the adrenaline talking.

“I’m not ready to—“

“I’m not going to fuck you yet, darling. I just want to get a taste of your pussy....something to satiate me.” He picked you up off of his lap and threw you onto his office desk.

“You—w-we never discussed—“

“Yes, I know, but you wouldn’t want me to be deprived of your sweetness for too long, now would you?” He looked beautifully insane.

His hair was tousled and clinging to his forehead, his face and neck were sweaty from the adrenaline rush, and the blood was beginning to dry on his shirt.

“I—T-Taehyung....”

“I’ve got to take something from you, sweetheart. It won’t take long at all.” He grabbed your legs and yanked you toward the edge of the desk, his breathing heavy as he began to slide your shorts and panties down you legs.

“P-please don’t hurt me, T-Tae.” He looked up at you, a sideways smile on his face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He spoke, running his hand that was free of the dried blood up and down your slit.

He had attempted to finger you once before, so this was nothing new to you, but this would be the first time that he’d actually... succeed.

He plunged his fingers into your pussy, a broken moan climbing out of his throat as he relished in the way you greedily took him in.

Or took his fingers, rather.

He glanced at your face. You looked uncomfortable, but for some reason that made him all the more aroused.

“You’ll get used to it if I go a little faster, yeah?” He asked, although he knew you weren’t going to respond.

He took initiative first, placing his bloody hand on your lower stomach as he added another finger inside of your warmth, now using two fingers to attack you at your most sensitive areas.

The discomfort faded quickly, although now you were uncertain of you what you were supposed to do.

If this were any other situation then it’d be easy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the feeling of his long, thick fingers inside of you when there was a gun and a trail of blood on the floor.

Taehyung noticed how your attention wasn’t on him, and that was a gigantic rule breaker in his book.

He wasn’t having that.

“Hey.” He removed his hand from your stomach and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You whimpered.

“Eyes on me. Cum right fucking now, do it. Cream my fingers.” He licked his fingers and brought them down to your clit, pressing his forehead against yours as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“I-I’m gonna cum! I’m—“ Taehyung immediately dropped to his knees, quickly pulling his fingers out of you in favor of replacing them with his mouth.

He collected every drop of your cum like a mad man. He’d be a fucking fool not to.

He waited until your body began to shake before pulling away.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, before placing a kiss to your forehead with a loving smile on his face.

“Baby?” He asked, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm?” You replied, still in a state of shock.

“Get out of my office.”

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