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#3 Different Worlds
Yoongi & Y/N have the night of their dreams, but Yoongi doesn’t call after, and Y/N’s been advised to not want more by Jimin.
Pairing: Yoongi x female reader, and Manager Jimin
Genre: IdolAU / Angst / heavy smut
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: Explicit language / Unprotected Sex and the lots.
Word count: 5.5K+
NOTE: Reworked something I had written for another fandom, but it’s so much better now! Drop me a message for your thoughts!
I hope you enjoy this!
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“Lie down f'me, will ya?” he pressed down, his palm flat on my stomach, as his lips went down my neck and then, chest making me giggle. “What’s funny?” He mouthed, pouting with his face between the valley of my breasts.
I can’t place when I finally decided that I was a fan of open-mouthed kisses down my neck, but him doing that, right now with his other hand holding my hair tight and tipping it back for him to control was divination. I was sure I would commit my life to this, giving up everything to be here, this close to him if he promised, he would never stop.
“Tickles,” I giggled again, as he brought his lips back to mine.
“So,” he paused, sitting up. He was in his boxers, and I was down to my underwear, and I’m not sure, how we dropped our clothes down so fast. It was so steamy for sure, but it was very funny as well, since he had been making me laugh so loud before he kissed me, which I now realize or he did, is a brilliant way to get me to do anything.
It was only the second time I had met him, and he was a step ahead of me. Pre-empting my movements, moving my body to match his steps in the direction he wanted, moulding me against him, I couldn’t tell if the next step was my decision or his.
I sat up on my elbows, my boobs out on display because they were the assets I depended on in these situations. His eyes kept flickering onto them, then my eyes, and my lips, “we can stop,” He licked his lips and then met my eyes.
“But we took off all our clothes,” I let out a little whine.
“I like where your brains at,” he winked.
If the kisses down my neck were heaven, his tongue licking around, flicking my clit was hell. I would want to be buried in this hell forever. He knew what he was doing clearly, making me question the shit I did to myself to get me off. His fingers went in and out of me while he sucked so diligently, “gotta loosen you up, pet, if we want this party to go anywhere, s'fuckin tight, it’s insane,” he kept working on me while my moans reached the zone of downright whimpering. It would’ve been embarrassing if my brain could process anything at this point. His hands kept a tight hold on my legs as he worked on getting his third finger in, “doing so well baby, so good f'me.” You couldn’t tell me what pushed me off - his words, his fingers or his tongue, but I fell apart so quick in his hands.
—
“Yoongi, wake up!” She heard Jimin’s voice first before she saw him. Her head was still on Yoongi’s chest, their bodies wrapped together after the events of last night. His arm pinned her entirely to his body, making it difficult for her to turn around, missing the opportunity to fix herself before Jimin could enter the room and stop in his tracks - which he did. Their clothes were all over the room, tossed around but making a straight line to the bed, but Jimin’s eyes were on her, wide, in evident shock.
She turned her head around to look at Yoongi waking up as well, acknowledging Jimin, and then her, is his arms. His sleepy face smiled at her and placed a kiss on her forehead. “G'mornin,” he whispered, like a secret just for her.
“What the fuck, are you guys doing!?” Jimin yelled, breaking the moment. “What are YOU doing, Yoongi?” Yoongi looked at him in confusion. “Wait, a sec! What the fuck are you STILL doing here, Y/N? You have to be in the office in,” he looked at his watch, “30 minutes, Y/N!”
“Oh fuck!” She got up fast, but Yoongi’s arms pulled her back into the bed and then covered her with the duvet. She looked at him in question, as his eyes went down her chest and stared back at her with eyebrows raised. “Oh, shit, I’m naked.” She giggled.
Jimin groaned, walking around the room, collecting her clothes and throwing them on the bed. “This is unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous!” Jimin went on as Yoongi sat up straight and kissed her shoulder, giggling, distracting her all over again. “Oh my god Y/N, get off the bed! He doesn’t employ you!”
“Oh fuck!” she snapped and quickly wore the T-shirt thrown in front of her. Placing a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, she collected all her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. She was almost late to her new job as the Marketing Manager’s meeting with the entire Valentino team and extended stakeholders after the main shoot, something she had been stressing out about all week to Jimin.
Back in the room, Jimin’s cross face met Yoongi’s with questionable anger, “what the fuck happened?”
Yoongi smiled big and fell back on his pillows, “I had the best night ever!”
—
Her eyes were on my chest as she concentrated diligently for a second before she dipped her head down, running her tongue on my nipple and then holding on to it, sucking. Did she know that I loved teasing ‘em a bit when I was alone because it was something that always had me going instantly, not that my cock needed much help at this point, in the night, not anymore after I had her, bare, in front of me.
Her pausing my lips on hers and then choosing to pleasure me made me feel all warm, a bit fuzzy in my head and chest. Her sweet lips moved across to the other side, and my eyes rolled back as I felt her hands go down on me. She licked down straight down my abs, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she placed a kiss right at the centre and went down on me.
I’m not sure how the night led us here. Or could I ever place a bet on this goddess in front of me, her hands handling me like I was all she could see. She was a charmer when she spoke to people at the shoot, commanding it, leading it so, she was seen and heard, but I could tell she was shy when it turned into an intimate setting at the after-party in the hotel. This side of hers, however, had me in complete awe. She was on her knees, pulling her long hair all to one side, “we can stop, you know?” she repeated my line, her lips in a smirk, knowing she had me in her palms and was slowly killing me.
“No, umm, no, please,” I begged quickly, and she gave me the sweetest smile before grabbing me out of my boxers and putting me in her mouth. So eager, as her tongue licked down on the side, her hands holding me tight, making my toes curl. She stroked and flicked, working so hard, I couldn’t help my hands going down to her face and removing her hair from her face, “so pretty,” I moaned.
She brought one arm up, and collected her hair in a grip, placing them in my palms as she licked down, humming slightly, making me shiver. I could feel her mouth salivate before she went back again taking me in as far as she could. I couldn’t help making my grip tighter around her hair, as her mouth was around me, vibrating with my praise.
I crashed back down on the bed, getting up instantly as the pleasure drove me a bit crazy. Her lips were tight, she held still, and her eyes met mine as I held her head and fucked her mouth. I was done within the next few seconds. She took all of me in, before pulling me out of her mouth and wiping her chin. I know what sin looks like.
—
Jimin placed the takeaway package on the table, which she knew had her favourite burger. She’s sure he found out that she hadn’t eaten anything since the morning was hectic meeting all the stakeholders for the next steps. Min Yoongi, the world’s biggest rapper/model, had been brought on board as the brand ambassador just a week before her joining, and her role managed his entire presence with the brand. Jimin, Yoongi’s manager, was a close friend of Y/N’s since college, so when the opportunity arose to work together, she didn’t decline.
Though right now, it made sense for Jimin to get her fed before he discussed last night’s events with her.
“Thank you! I have been starving. All I drank was that god-awful coffee, and I thought Paris was known for this,” She hugged him before grabbing the packet from his hands. They walked out to the balcony of her current office, and she sat on the table while Jimin looked at the view.
“What happened last night, Y/N?” He asked, and she stopped eating.
“Yoongi didn’t tell you?” She asked.
“No, I’m asking what happened to you? You’re smarter than this! So much more intelligent than anyone I know! Gosh, you’re the smartest person I know! Why did you agree to this?” He asked her, his eyes bewildered, making her get how serious he was.
“It was sex, Jimin. A lot of people have sex. Before they have anything else, you know,” she tried debating.
“Yeah, but you like him. Y/N! He has been your prime crush for what 8 years! Since before we met, you’ve followed his work! I know you like him a lot! So, I don’t get why you would agree to something meaningless-”
“He said it was meaningless?” She looked up in shock, making Jimin realize she didn’t know how it worked in Min Yoongi’s world.
“He didn’t say that,” He sighed, sitting down to see a girl who was clearly having her heartbreak in front of him. She pushed the food away.
“So what did he say?” she crossed her arms, sitting back in her chair.
“He said he had the best night ever,” Jimin replied.
“So, that is good, right?” She asked, trying to understand.
“No, because Yoongi doesn’t work like that. I’ve known him for what – two years? He is a proper gentleman, Y/N. If he likes a girl, he will always ask her to dinner first! Literally, even if he has the opportunity to fuck, he would skip that and take the girl out before he moves forward. He waited 2 months to ask a woman out once cause he really wanted her,” Jimin explained, and it was all making sense to her. “For those, he doesn’t want anything with –”
“He has one-night stands and never dates,” she said out loud. “I was the one-night stand,” she said, finally understanding the situation and Jimin’s worry for his friend.
“I thought you’d know. We spoke about this, remember? Thought you wouldn’t put your heart out like that. He doesn’t mean bad, you know. He is a great guy. Just his world functions differently than yours. Than mine, even, and I’m with him 24/7 almost. It is different for him.” Jimin sat down in front of her, and held her hand. “Listen to me, I don’t think you should expect anything, okay? You’re like my baby, I would hate for you to get hurt here.”
“Yeah, I know,” Y/n pouted, placing her hand on top of his, trying to stop her tears cause she had hope. She had hoped that he would call her after work today and ask her out, which clearly, Jimin wants her to drop. “I’m just shutting down all my hopes.”
“You should see them, Y/N. His life functions a lot differently, you know. And he keeps away from them most of the time. But, he recently got out of a messy breakup, and you should see the women around him all the time, Y/N. They are not-”
“Not idols or models like me,” She stated.
“They get paid to look that way, Y/N. And you, my girl, will be the greatest CEO the world has seen, so you need to get your priorities straight. I want you to stay focused on this. This job is a great opportunity, and you know your mark here, your work with him is going to define the next step for you,” Jimin knew Y/Ns ambition, he knew what her goals in life were, and she had more than a year to work directly with Min Yoongi.
“Also, you aren’t less than anyone, for that matter. Have you looked at yourself?” Jimin wanted to make sure he kept her confidence up. “But, you don’t want to be a fling for a guy you have admired for so long. We both have looked up to him. If it was anyone else, I would have said, good for you!” Jimin yelled out loud.
“Good for you?” Y/N smiled.
“Yeah! But not for Yoongi. I know you’d get super connected, and he wouldn’t want any of it. It’s not worth that heartbreak, honey,” Jimin got up and kissed your forehead. “Eat up! Don’t be sad. It was a great night, right? Let’s stop here, okay? Okay?” She nodded, and he smiled. “Alright, give me a hug, I need to go to the rehearsal. We are leaving tomorrow morning!”
In her heart, she did wait all evening and the entire night for Yoongi to text her. Maybe a hey, or a what’s up. She was his Marketing Manager, so, he definitely, knew he would be seeing more of her. She was curious if he had her number, but he had Jimin. And she was Jimin’s friend, so he could get her number, so that was a manageable boulder to cross. But, there was no text, e-mail, or missed call. And she tried to put all her feelings in a closed box because they were leaving for Korea in the morning and then, it’ll be too late for anything after he left.
—
An orgasm each later, they had ordered a hot chocolate truffle cake to be delivered to the hotel room. One piece cause Yoongi wasn’t allowed sugar, and Y/N couldn’t eat an entire one. So, they sat cross-legged, naked with a piece of cake between them and one spoon, which he alternated with bites. He was enticing her, with his slow bites, not as if she wasn’t playing along. “This is the best cake,” she said. And Yoongi moved forward, licking the corner of her mouth for some chocolate, “It definitely is,” he agreed, his smile reaching his eyes.
“Your hair touches your belly,” Yoongi pulled on a strand as she kept the plate away.
“I know! That’s how I measure its length! If it crosses my boobs, it’s long!” she said, making him laugh.
“I want to paint you, in color, like this,” He said, playing with her hair.
“Or you could paint on me? You know, the skin is the best canvas? I could be your masterpiece!” With that, he kissed her again. Holding her face in both his palms, climbing on top of her to get her close to him. All he wanted right now, at this moment, was to get her as close to him as possible. To have their skins stuck together, so he could hold and breathe her in. He was so in awe of her, so deep in admiration and now lust, that his mind was clouded with everything he wanted to do to her.
“Can I-” he asked, not being able to form a proper sentence against her lips, as her hand pulled his body on top of her. His fingers went down on her to check if she was still in it, and she was, “drippin’ jus f'me aren’t ya,” he mumbled, slipping two fingers inside her, making her moan and nod her head. From something hilarious and casual, it escalated to hot and sexy.
This had been them all night. She was all laughs, down at the hotel’s bar as well, surrounded by the team and other celebrities he couldn’t care enough to socialize with right now. He had been into her from the minute she had introduced herself and casually chatted with him when Jimin introduced her. He had spoken about her so much, and she was more impressive as she took him and his team through the new strategy and what the shoot would represent. They returned to his hotel bar for the after-chill session, and he was keen on keeping her close since the minute she entered the bar.
Usually, it was Jimin who took care of her, as she was his friend. But, from the five times she had met him and the last two times when she had actually had a conversation with him and spoken to him about his work, and made him discuss his thoughts behind one song from his second album, he always thought no one really considered, and from all the times he had heard Jimin praise the girl, all he wanted was to know her better.
He didn’t have too many expectations, knowing her schedule was as hectic as his, if not more. She was hard working, which he loved, and what he loved through the night was how she could keep up a conversation with everyone she met. Yoongi still kept her close and made her meet different people just so, he could move through people but also move with her.
A few hours later, as the party winded down, the wind got worse, and then rain took over, he knew Y/N was stuck in the hotel, so he asked the hotel manager to get her a room so she didn’t have to share with anyone, not even Jimin who he considered to be one of his closest. It would have been also been too soon to call her into his. Not that he wasn’t with her right now. He had only accompanied her to the seventeenth floor, thanking the universe that his room was also, at the same floor. This floor also, had a glass lobby from where you could see the entire city. And, when she asked if he wanted to see the rain with her, he agreed in a heartbeat.
Did he intend to take her to his room? No. He didn’t plan it and didn’t plan his room being the first, closest to the lobby. He just, wanted to know her better, and talk to her, make her laugh as he was and discuss things he hadn’t known about before, which they were doing, along with having another round of the whisky he had quickly fetched from his room.
They were more drunk than, tipsy like before, and he was making her laugh so loud about something so stupid. He couldn’t help but adore the moment, making him wrap his hand around her neck and bring her lips closer to his. And not stop, and they didn’t stop until he picked her up, and got her to stand in front of his room.
“Oh no, I never do this,” she had said, giggling. But, they were already in the room, and no one was stopped each other after they kissed again.
Y/N moaned, as Yoongi kissed her again and groped her ass, bringing her body closer to his. He paused and turned around to go towards the health kit, they always kept in this room, “what happened?” she asked, her hair all messy, and the red straps of her dress falling off her shoulders, that he took a few seconds to recalibrate his brain to process his thoughts.
“Condom. Umm, fuck, I don’t think I have any – lemme call room serv-” He went towards the phone.
“Umm, we might not need any. I’ve got an IUD, and I’m clean. I don’t mind just this once if you’re too,”
“Just this once, then?” he asked, and she nodded eagerly, smiling so wide. “You’re driving me crazy….”
—
To say Y/N was not upset was wrong.
But, Y/N was mature as well. So, what if she had sex with her favorite artist, who she had admired for so long. Mind-blowing sex. Sex which she wanted to play on repeat, because she found out her fucking vibrator sucked, cause she was still thinking of him, but now she had, actually had him! But, nothing was going to happen and, she had work to do, so she kept her mind off it, which meant she worked her ass off. She also said no to any dates being offered, which was the correct thing to do because, she didn’t want any distractions.
It had been more than a month, and the team was back in town, and she was due to meet them for the show. It went quicker than she thought, and she didn’t have to directly speak to Yoongi at all, except see his final look which had her stumble a bit, making her knees wobbly before she scolded her self to be professional. They went directly to the hotel after, as she wrapped the show and was on her way to meet the team. Jimin who had brought her back some of her favourite chocolate, had insisted he wanted her to meet his date, which she could not miss. “We are all in this massive suite, and we brought the bar up, so just come here,” Jimin yelled on the phone backed by loud music. Y/N planned to leave quickly. An hour at max cause she had to network and show her face to her boss as well.
She did try to look her best, though. Yoongi might have a variety of men and women around him at all times, wanting his attention, but she was also, not going to give up on herself because of that. But, she had kept it casual so, she wore a dress she had recently bought which was casual enough, but a little sexy as well, as the slit cut up to her thigh.
She walked in and they all yelled in cheer, making her laugh! She hugged everyone, or the three close people to where she strategized she would stand, far away from Yoongi, who was getting his pictures taken. Not that he wasn’t already looking at her. He was, and his eyes crossed her entire body, proving that the dress did her well. To add to his torture, she turned around innocently, talking to the waiter behind her, asking for a glass of water with ice, so he could see her back, which was covered in just one knot down at the lower bottom, and two wide straps on her side, keeping it completely uncovered, with her hair tucked on one side in front of her.
Yoongi gulped, swallowing the ice in his drink as his prick shot up. She knew what she was doing, right? He had thought about her every day since he last saw her. Got off on his memories of her from the night, all through the month. Only he had refrained from contacting her because, after that incredible night, he wanted to talk to her in person.
She deserved him in person and not through a call or text where he could only tell her that he was off catching a plane and wouldn’t see her till the next month. He worried that a call like that would demean her and dilute their amazing evening together. He was sure, he could maintain their connection if he spoke to her in person. After 2 days, he realized that not contacting her was a jackass thing to do, and even a text telling her that he wants to see her soon, but had to leave for Korea immediately for work would have been better than nothing, which is precisely what he had done.
He had planned his talk with her tonight. He went over it in his head a few times to have multiple scenarios sorted for every response she gave him.
He was going to give her flowers first which, were somewhere in the next room, and ask for an apology because not contacting her was wrong, but he would explain to her – explain his thought process and his intentions of wanting to keep her. Explain that he was shy. He was more shy than confident. And she made him nervous, nervous because he really liked her. He really really liked her and wanted it to be perfect with her, perfect for her, and that night was perfect, but so impulsive and not thought out like he always did. He always thought things through. But, she made him impulsive and he loved that, he wanted to know this side of him more with her, wanted to learn more about this side of her with him
Did he make her heart race like she did his, with just her voice? Or if she spent the last few weeks rethinking every moment of the night he could remember and replay it again and again and again, not believing how perfect it was, how absolutely amazing it was, and how he wanted all her future with him.
She turned around, and got talking to her boss, not paying attention to Yoongi at all. She thanked Jimin for her her massive stash of chocolate which she said she needed for weeks ahead of her. A while later, she felt fingers on her back, fingers which she could recognize by the feel of how they moved on her back, touching and setting fire on her skin.
“Hi,” She heard him whisper against her ear. She took a breath in, turned around, took a step back, and gave him a one-shoulder hug. Her eyes went to his neckpiece and why the hell was he so hot?
“Hey!” she quickly said, “thank you for coming for the show, I think, it was a great launch!” she was the manager right now, and he gulped, knowing he had messed up his perfect moment with her. He prayed she’d hear him through.
She could see the fear on his face, and she didn’t understand it. Yoongi could also, feel Jimin’s eyes on them. He had a good conversation with Yoongi about the kind of girl Y/N was, never hinting at his conversation with Y/N about him. But Jimin had made it clear. Y/N was a relationship girl, and Yoongi had thanked the lords that she was.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“Yes, sure,” she said nodding, giving him her best professional smile, and waiting to hear from him.
“In private?” He said, pointing towards the exit.
“Oh-h, I-I..Umm okay,” she said, and followed him out. “What can I help you with?” She asked as Yoongi took hold of her hand, and took her into the adjacent suite, walking further into it, “Yoongi, I can’t see-” and the lights went up, and she blinked, looking at him with a red rose in his hand, and turned around the see the entire room filled with flowers of different kinds. The whole room was covered with flowers, and it felt like she was in a garden. “What is this?” she said, giggling as she took the rose from him. He took her hand, bringing her closer to him.
“An apology. I’m not very good at this stuff so, umm – and nervous. Uh, so nervous,” she waited, looking at him in adoration cause nothing could prepare her for this. “I’m sorry I didn’t come and meet you in the evening that day, or call or do anything that would help you understand this in the last month. But, I kept thinking how you deserve me in person, and I’ll ruin it all if I called that, I didn’t end up doing it. And, I realize how wrong I was and I’m sure that the impression I’ve made of me on you, but…”
—
“I think, you’re an angel sent f'me,” he spoke against her thighs.
“Yoongi, s'sweet for me,” She moaned, as she tried holding his hands, to control her anticipation. He was all ready for her, and so big that she knew it would hurt. But, she wanted this, she wanted nothing else than for him to be in her. And like he could hear her thoughts, he pressed down slowly, taking it real slow, as he bent forward, coming near her face. She could see his eyes close shut, as she felt him go deeper gasping, “so big,” she groaned, taking deep breaths.
“Am I?” He kissed her neck, as he slowly moved out from her, knowing it would hurt her more. She was glad for it, cause it felt so intense, and he felt so much warmer. He could feel her pulse. she was so warm and slick for him, asking him to slowly speed up, all the while falling apart in his arms, that he didn’t know what he deserved to have her tonight.
He kept asking if she was okay, and she kept asking for more, making him pull her closer and biting her shoulder so he could stop from coming too soon and give her the best of him that night. He turned her towards her side, holding her leg up, knowing he could go deeper like that as he held her tight to his body.
“Come for me…” He whispered to her, and she bit her lip and arched her back, pushing her head into the bed. He felt her cum around him, before he filled her up in deep, pushing further in, making sure she’d leak of him all day tomorrow. He pulled out of her, and fell onto her side, pulling her close and kissing her again.
“Water?” He asked after a minute, and she laughed, saying yes. They made sure to strip the sheets, and call for another duvet, before they climbed in, exhausted, falling asleep next to each other.
—
“Okay, you’ve earned yourself a chance,” she said, after he tried explaining all his reasons for his delay. He repeated himself three times, nervous she would say no. “It’s okay,” he felt her palm on his cheek, as she asked him to take a deep breath.
“It’s okay, but I need to know what you want from this?” She asked, as they sat down between the garden of flowers he had created for her. Yoongi thought he had made himself clear?
He wanted her.
“A date. A d-date to start off with, umm, actually, I have planned –” he wanted to tell her that he had planned the next day to be spent with just him. Spoken to her team, and designed a work/pleasure day which they didn’t need to know, but got cut off when her phone rang.“
She picked it up, "Hold on, who is making a fuss?” She spoke. “I’m at the hotel with the team. Can’t this be handled tomorrow? Okay, no, don’t let him go. I’ll be there in a bit.” she cut the call.
“I’m sorry, the Grazia collection has a dress missing, and the designer is looking for it. Tell me what you were saying?” She asked.
“You’ve to go?” He asked.
“They will cause a fire if there isn’t one if I don’t handle it,” She nodded. “Finish what you were saying?”
“Oh, date, the whole day, with me, tomorrow. I have it all planned, so, will you come?” He asked, with his eyes so big, she couldn’t fathom saying anything but yes.
And she wanted to say yes, instantly, but, something about different worlds of his and her, came crashing in from her conversation with Jimin. “Yoongi, there is nothing else I would want more, but-”
“But,” he gulped.
“You know, Jimin told me, after I was heartbroken, that our worlds are so different. And I would always want a relationship. Like a proper chance at something solid. I don’t mind the travel, the distance, everything else which comes in, if I have t-that. But, can you give me that? Cause I would fall for you in a second, Yoongi. You don’t have to even try, but I don’t want to if I can’t have this, have you completely –”
“My world isn’t different from yours, Y/N,” He stopped her. “It’s just me. It’s just me in a suitcase. It’s me, in a suitcase in different cities. It’s just this, so if you can have me. I’m all yours –” It took a second for her to take this in and then nod before jumping into his arms, kissing him, and holding him so tight.
All was good before her phone rang again. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She nodded. “Will you promise to wear something like this tomorrow, too?” He kissed her cheek.
“Yup. Call me?” she pushed his shoulder, and he laughed. “Okay! You made my night, Mr Min,” and he pulled her in for another kiss before she ran out.
—
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yours insanely - ( @smileyoongle ) yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you, so interesting to read
darknet - ( @darkestcorners ) yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow
who is in control? - ( @ctrlsht ) yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray
hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au
bunnytalk - ( @woncon ) bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding
night vision - ( @bonny-kookoo ) e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it
closer - ( @blublublujk ) smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it
slice of life / university au / idol jk
you make him go crazy - ( @onlyswan ) fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way
you wear his clothes - ( @nochukoo97 ) fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd
call me soon - ( @peachypinkygloss ) summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk
screw up; over wine - ( @koocycle ) finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way
kiss me better - ( @jaykaysthicthighs ) angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way
you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - ( @thvhoe ) e.r, its cuteeeee
couple questions with vogue - ( @kjdkive ) fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute
devoted to trouble - ( @jeonsweetpea ) fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS
show you what devotion is - ( @thvhoe ) boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt
you surprise him for his birthday - ( @nochukoo97 ) he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute
he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - ( @onlyswan ) now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise
fighting heart - ( @kooktrash ) boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone
make a wish - ( @euaphoric ) fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you
daft pretty boy - ( @jeonqkooks ) basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao
ride - ( @ohjeon ) strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already
in your arms - ( @kookslastbutton ) e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in
encore - ( @jjungxkook ) game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it
crave you - ( @7deadlysinsfics ) idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll
pretty girl - ( @bts-trash-blog ) smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment
easy - ( @itsamejin ) angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe
Inevitable - ( @ahundredtimesover ) angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it
finish line - ( @bonny-kookoo ) fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls
ungodly hour - ( @explicit-tae ) crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs
disney + and bust - ( @1kook ) angst, fluff, smut. yall already know i love to see man crying and begging for forgiveness :p, so kook is ur succesfull "app developer" bf and he says some very hurtfull things to you out of anger
rattled - ( @gukslut ) complete series, single dad au, angst, smut. honestly? one of the best fics out there. I read this a long time ago and i´m still in awe. The way this is written makes you feel every word. also, the plot is so so unique. i love it.
ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au
Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series
wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life
don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc
failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!
someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again
break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au
night after night - ( @brown-bi-beautiful ) smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it
seven plus one - ( @jvngkoos ) smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it
pwp / fwb
you good?? - ( @mono-moonchilds ) drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak
afterglow - ( @elitekook ) smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone
come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)
he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man
riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease
fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors
wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading
crush hour (m) || jhs

pairing : hoseok x reader
genre : smut, pwp(lol)
rating : m (18+); minors dni
summary : You need to reward your boyfriend for his latest collab with the best gift. Your mouth.
word count : 987
warnings : ahem. ahem. lessgo. blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rush hour jhope (basically jhoe), swearing, kissing, a lil bit crying?, v v lil mentions of anal, no penetrative sex cuz reader would like to make him cum once more (not mentioned in the drabble lol), jhope tears the readers top, does he?? lmao his tongue keeps on peeking out tho ;)
author's note : wow right? i mean omg i can't stop listening to this damn bop!! and jhope switching into jhoe !!! this whole drabble was so quick and the main trigger was literally this damned tiktok. anyways unedited and written on a whim, as always ;)
mood : rush hour - jhope & crush
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Jung Hoseok never failed to take your breath away.
This time, he was literally doing so.
"Oh my god Y/N."
You hum around his dick and he groans again. With his cock lodged inside your mouth and breathing erratic, Hoseok moans for his life.
He had been working on this collaborative single for a while now. He had never let you listen to even a second of it, giving some reasons like I can't let you listen to it because of the privacy reasons of the label and my collaborator and blah blah blah. He has mumbled something about it being a surprise too and god was he honest. Because the song that filtered out the speaker had your insides churn with an unknown pleasure and your mouth almost screamed to get him inside you. It was indeed, the sluttiest surprise.
And so here you are, in your living room, with his dick in your mouth.
You swipe your tongue over his painfully hard shaft and he jerks forward, stuffing himself deeper inside you. Your tongue tastes his pre-cum dripping down his length inside your mouth and you moan around his dick as you bob your head up and down him.
He moans your name and his hands immediately grab your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and helping you move even more faster, and deeper.
"You always take me so well baby." his breathy voice sends butterflies to your stomach and you detach yourself from him, using your hands to spread the slick of your saliva and his pre cum all over his shaft.
"I want to give you a gift, hobi. You did so well." you look up at him through your lashes and he sucks in a shaky breath as his hips buck forward.
He slowly fucks himself in your hand and you sing out praises, watching him get impossibly hard, with his tip an angry red and veins wilding.
"Don't, don't do that."
"What?" you kiss his tip teasingly.
"T-that. Don't t-tease me baby. Either take me in or stop. I can't wai-" you take him in your mouth again before he could even finish his sentence.
He grasps your hair harder and you jerk forward, your nose brushing his small tickly hair and he moans so loud, you feel your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing due to the pleasure of his sounds.
"Yeah, like that. Such a good girl."
You nod eagerly and happily at his words, tears almost spilling out of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat and you still move your head with the perfect rhythm, pace, and lust.
His moves turn languid and he caresses your scalp, when his cock twitches in your mouth and the tears fall out for real. You look up at him, your vision blurry and feel your heart skip a beat.
With his tongue peeking out just a little, resting atop his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure adorned by the yellow shades which are a little askew but still oh so fucking hot on him. His chest heaving, breathing quick and cheeks flushed red, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there for hours. Especially with those black, luscious hair of his sticking to the nape of his neck due to the sweat trickling down his form.
"I'm gonna cum."
Heart soaring and ass sticking out for him, you gladly cup his balls and give them a squeeze, all while moving your tongue skillfully like a master. He gives in to your touch in the next few seconds, spilling his load into your mouth.
He moans heavenly, breathily and your pussy gushes with arousal, nipples hardening against the material of your skimpy top. For what feels like hours, he spurts ropes of his cum and you obediently, hornily, swallow it all.
When he finally stops, you remove your mouth from his dick and stick out your tongue for him to see that you have swallowed it all. It's that which spurs him to hastily pull you up by your arms and smash his lips onto yours. He grimaces a little at the taste of his cum but nevertheless sticks his tongue into your mouth fiercely.
The kiss was walking on no tightrope, and you had completely tripped down the rope, into the pits of destruction, crushed by the feeling of Hoseok feeling you through his hands on your ass, groping the flesh and kneading it.
"You will be the death of me one day." he says and kisses your chin, trailing them towards your collarbone.
"I am already crushed by you."
He laughs and grabs your ass tightly.
"This thing was taunting me so much when you were on your knees, baby. I want to fuck that hole of yours so bad."
"Mhm but not before I get you to come again. In my mouth." you grab his hair as he reaches your breastbone and nips at the skin, moaning at your words.
"Maybe next time. But for now-" his words are cut short by his actions as he suddenly grabs the top of your strapless crop top and tears it down, in one quick motion, your boobs spilling out and you gasping loudly.
"Oh my god, Hobi."
He grabs one of your tits in his hands and kneads the boob softly, your nipples erect and hard.
"Yeah, you have rewarded me enough. Now it's my turn."
He flicks his thumb over your nipple and you whimper in his hold, jerking a bit forward and noticing he is semi hard, again.
"F-for?"
"For being the perfect crush." he takes that nipple between his lips and you shudder.
"I thought you loved me."
"But I have a crush on you too."
You both laugh in sync as he pulls you inside the bedroom and true to his words, he rewards you all night.

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warmth | KSJ

pairing ↠ husband!jin x reader
genre ↠ established relationship | smut | fluff
word count ↠ 1.1k
18+ | warnings ↠ cockwarming, language.
summary ↠ your husband seeks your attention after a long day of work.
A/N ↠ I'm sorry everyone I just got obsessed with this idea and >I HAD< to write it ok I AM SORRY ~ even tho I'M FLUSTERED feedback is always appreciated, yall 💜
permanent taglist ↠ @goldenhoney-cas

“Jagiya”, you hear your husband’s voice whispering in your ear softly, as he shakes your shoulder in a lightfeather touch, waking you up tenderly. “I’m home”.
You squeeze your eyes and open them slowly, still trying to adjust to the dim light coming from the bedside lamp near you. Seokjin has the habit of turning it on whenever he walks into the bedroom, so you’re used to having them on. Unfortunately, you’re also used to falling asleep while you wait for your husband to come back from work. Not that you were complaining, this promotion was his biggest professional achievement and you’re very proud of him for accomplishing it and, to be honest, being married to a CEO had silver linings as well, but most of the time you just missed him.
“What time is it, love?” You ask, still a bit dazed from having just been awakened.
“It’s past two am”, he answers right away, probably having just checked it himself.
“My god… This late, babe?”
“All thanks to the eight hour time difference, jagi… And the meeting went on forever. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t cut them off. I'm trying to convince them to invest in our company, after all. I’m sorry”, he coos, as he towel-dries his black locks, looking at you with a guilty expression. “I couldn’t wait for that shit to be over so I could come home and enjoy a nice home cooked meal prepared by my jagi…”
“It’s ok, babe, it’s your job… Come here, the least you can do for me now is being the big spoon”, you whine, not completely awake yet, arms extended in his direction making grabby hands. “I missed you, Jinie”.
Your husband tosses the towel on the floor as a smirk appears on his plump lips and as soon as you know, he’s got his body pressed onto yours from behind, arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck.
“I missed you too, jagi”, he whispers, holding you tighter and you can already feel him semi-hard against the warm flash of your ass. “Why do you do this to me?”
“What, babe?”
“Why do you have to sleep wearing my shirt and the fucking tiniest piece of lingerie you own?” He groans against the sensitive flash of your neck. “You know it drives me fucking crazy, don’t you? Now I’m hard… How am I supposed to sleep like this?”
“Oh, babe, not today… I’m really tired, Jinie. I’m sorry”, you whine, pouting, which only makes your husband even more turned on. “I promise I’ll be good to you tomorrow, but right now, I just need to get some sleep”.
In all honesty, it was really hard saying no to your husband, specially because after you’ve felt his arousal, you could already start to feel the familiar sense of wetness between your legs. But you’ve had a long day too, you went to work too, you got stressed there too, came back home, prepared a full course meal and had to eat all by yourself, because of Seokjin’s endless meeting. You didn’t complain, after all, you know it’s part of his job. You’ve fallen asleep while scrolling through your feed, even though you tried waiting for him awake. You try not to stress too much about it. You know he’s as madly in love with you as you are with him, but you allow yourself to sulk a little from time to time.
Seokjin gets silent for a while, but then, after letting out a noisy breath, Seokjin plants a kiss on your cheek, humming in agreement with your pleading.
“Of course, baby. I’m sorry that I woke you up, it’s just that… I really miss you”, he whines, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
You shake your head negatively, dismissing his apologies. Nestling against your husband's warmth, you close your eyes, taking in his scent and allowing your body to completely relax in his arms.
“Baby, do you know what would help me fall asleep?” He whispers hesitantly against your ear.
“What?”
“Being inside of you”.
You simply nod at him and he bites softly the skin of your neck, which has you biting your own lips in order to stop a moan to escape. He knows your body too well, he knows exactly where to find your weak points. He knows what he’s doing. Since the first time you tried cockwarming, it became one of his favorite things in the world and you have to admit you enjoy it quite as much. Not only did you find it extremely hot, but simply feeling him inside of you, warming himself up between your legs was also an act that highlights how intimate you and your husband are and you simply love it. You two enjoy it a lot more than you should.
He slides your panties to the side and inserts a digit between your slightly wet folds. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe you’re wet for me already, jagi”, he breathes faintly.
“You were the o-one humping me five minutes ago, Seokjin… What did you expect?” You concentrate on not choking on your words as he bends his finger inside of you.
“Then there’s no need for me to stretch you out then, right?” You shake your head no. “Then spread your legs for me just a bit, babe”.
He licks his fingers and honestly, you need to make indiscriminate use of your self control at this point. You do as he asks you, giving him space to adjust his hips and push himself slowly inside of you. After two years of marriage, you already had enough time to get used to his length, but he is always very careful not to hurt you at first. Both of you let out shaky breaths when he’s accommodating inside of you, your husband fighting the urge to thrust into you and you fighting the urge to ride him.
“Oh, babe- I love being inside of you”, he squeezes your uncovered ass with his large hands. “I’m gonna make sure I get home early tomorrow night, so I can fuck you properly”.
“You better…”
He wraps his arms around your waist again, snuggling against your body, both basking in the glorious sensation of him being inside of you. After the long day you’ve had, all you could ask for was ending it by sharing a cozy, intimate moment with the man you love. Between some love confessions and a good number of pecks on your neck, you drifted off to a sound sleep in the arms of your husband.
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missions suck but you suck better.
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pairing : jungkook x reader
genre : smut, porn with little plot, pwp, spy/agent au
rating : mature
disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
word count : 2k+
warnings: mention of child trafficking, lots of kissing (jk and reader literally eating each others faces out), biting, groping, ass and boobies fondling (🫶🏻 bcs jk is an arse enthusiast i just know), dom jk, sub reader, big dicc jk, blowjob, face fucking, spanking, throat fuck, marking as in carving on skin with knife (jk does it on reader's thigh. dubious consent — if this bothers you, pls do not read this), blood (bloody thigh), cum eating. grammatical errors are bound to be found.
note : IM not SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS 🗽 after approximately 2 months of disappearance, im here again with a filth smut 🥰 🥰 ha ha.. i’ll post a oneshot sometime soon🤞🏻 i put deception on hold bcs i cant write it now lol it was supposed to be out by early june like i’ve said but things happened 👍 anyway, here’s a short smut in collaboration with @zyphqr aka my concept supplier 👍
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💌 what is winter listening to? ; Taki Taki by DJ Snake (with Cardi B, Selena Gomez & Ozuna)
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Jeon Jungkook is an undercover agent and is now on a mission to hunt down the leader of a criminal organisation. His headquarters recently found out about the organisation’s malicious activity which involves child trafficking so Jungkook and his team have been tracking the criminal’s locations as well as their activities.
Jungkook is an excellent agent, you could say.
He always has his own way to bring down his target and this leader is no exception.
He’s at the bar where his target made his deals and transactions according to the investigation reports. The bar isn’t crowded with people which makes it a tad bit hard to be subtle since he’s alone and it’s hard to distract the criminals.
So, in order to blend in with the surroundings - and for his own fun - he needs to find himself a companion to kill some time with while waiting for the chance to catch them.
He settles down on a not-very-obvious spot to keep a close eye on the leader and orders himself a glass of champagne. Taki Taki by DJ Snake starts to play, filling the whole bar with the upbeat music.
His eyes that are always scanning his surroundings land on the dance floor and on you.
Your body's a body to die for; enough flesh at the right places, curves all in the right places. Hips swaying to the beat oh so perfectly. Jungkook knows his gaze isn’t the only one on you. The men around you are lusting over you as much as he is. Your hands teasingly slither around your body and through your hair.
He brings the rim of the glass to his lips without breaking his gaze on your figure, sipping the champagne. As the song progresses, your movements are getting wilder and sexier that he couldn’t help but to stride towards you.
You’re a magnet. Pulling everyone’s attention to yourself.
Jungkook is quick to place his hands on you - shamelessly. His arms did not hesitate to slide around your waist. He knows you are aware of his presence when you press your arse back to his front. He smirks at that.
You reek of alcohol, he could smell it but he takes it as you are sober enough to send over a daring look to him. Your eyes are definitely not ones that are drunk or tipsy. Your gaze is sharp, dare he says, you are challenging him even.
Challenging what? He has no idea but he’s up for it either way.
His calloused hands find their way to your hips and move it to the beat of the song, grinding your arse over his clothed bulge even more. You let him, of course. You let him lead your movements as your head falls on his chiselled chest. His building bulge on your arse only ignites the lust in your veins even more and it seems like he is no different. His control over your body is getting harder and rougher.
Fuck, it only fuels your sex drive.
It’s only grinding on a hard-on, you are no stranger to this but hell, it made you wet. You want to blame it on the alcohol but your alcohol tolerance is high as you could imagine thanks to years into your career.
So it’s definitely not the alcohol to blame.
Even having a sweet distraction, Jungkook is always aware of his surroundings and he definitely didn’t miss when his target made quick steps into the hallway. The target walks to the hallway leading to private rooms with a familiar face. Their client for tonight, from what he had seen in the report. Sensing as if he’s distracted, you stroke his hardness. The sound that left his lips dampens your panties even more.
“You’re a distraction,” he whispers in your ear.
You squeeze his clothed dick. “Push me away then.”
Fuck, you don’t want him to push you away, not when his bulge is grinding on your arse so deliriously.
“I’d rather fuck you out of my system first, love.”
With that Jungkook pulls you out of the dance floor to the hallway. The target is doing his business in one of the private rooms and no signal is given from Jungkook’s team to attack him just yet.
One, two, three bulky men guarding the door.
“Have fun, Jeon.” One of his teammates tells him through the earpiece. “We’ll leave this to you now.”
A smirk crawls its way to his lips at the free command. He looks down at you who’s glued to his side, already looking at him with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the nearest wall and his lips crash onto yours. Your lips are just like how he had imagined them.
Soft and sweet.
Tastes like fucking sin.
He would kiss you all day but he can’t so he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow instead. He kisses you fervently and you try to match the intensity.
“Fucking hell,” he growls into your mouth. Your moans and whimpers, all, are swallowed by him as he continues to deepen the kiss.
Hands on his sturdy chest, you push back to gasp for dear air but Jungkook has you under his mercy - or the lack thereof - hence his hand roughly grips your hair, tugging at your scalp and places your lips where they are supposed to be; on his.
His tongue works its way to lick and nibble on your lower lip, trying to pry your mouth open for entrance. Hot, minty breath hits your face as if your body isn’t already feeling hot because of the man. Feeling a bit too feisty, your teeth catch his lower lip, biting it and drawing blood. He grunts out a curse.
But much to your surprise - and maybe a tad bit of dismay - he doesn’t pull back, instead, he takes it as an opportunity and invitation to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth. His tongue vigorously explores your mouth until you are left with no room for tongue fighting for dominance - not like there are any before. He takes away your breath with just a kiss.
Fuck it, that’s far from a kiss. You’d call it devouring.
Jungkook doesn't do kisses.
He devours.
His hands leave your hair and down to trail your spine and finally rest on your arse. He takes his time fondling your fleshy keister that he had been eyeing for since he first laid eyes on you. Your arse fits perfectly in his palm like a perfect mould. Pulling his tongue out, a string of saliva follows suit. Jungkook takes his time to admire your fucked out face - merely from a kiss.
“I’m barely starting and you look like you’re ready to back out once I let go of you, love.” He taunts.
You glare at him through half-lidded eyes. If he is distracted, he would’ve missed it but he doesn’t. Your reaction only spurs his lust for you. You don’t even notice your dress is riding up, leaving your arse exposed. His calloused hands grip roughly on your bum.
Your glare doesn’t last long nor did you have the chance to bite back any remarks, not when his hands spread your arse cheeks and a slap is pressed on the right side of your bum.
A gasp leaves your throat.
He chuckles darkly. “This arse,” Spank. “Has been asking,” Spank. “To be imprinted red.” Spank.
He lands one final blow before his hands creep up to cup your clothed tits. He fondles them slowly and softly, eyes never leaving your breasts.
All while it lasts, his softness, before he pulls down your dress’s bodice rather roughly.
He immediately attaches his lips to one of your perky tits, lapping around the areola and your pebbled nipple. He distributes enough attention to your tits as his fingers play with your untouched boob. Simultaneously, he pinches your nipple and biting down the other, forcing out a cry and a string of curses to spill from your lips.
His soft lips pull away from your flesh, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your jaw and finally connects back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his hard-on pressing on your abdomen and fuck if it doesn’t make you shiver just by feeling the enormous bulge.
Your hand makes its way to palm on his clothed hardness with an up and down motion. Your hand is getting bolder at each stroke over his dick. In a hasty movement, Jungkook pulls away from your lips and shoves you down on your knees, eye level to his crotch. His half-lidded eyes are dark with lust.
“Looks so good on your knees,” he praises. “At my mercy.”
He cups your chin, raising your gaze up from drooling over his bulge. “Want to fuck this pretty face, hmm?” Thumb sliding in your mouth as he presses it on your tongue, prying your mouth to open wide and slide out. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
“Fuck, yes.” You don’t miss a beat to give him full control and consent over your body, to ruin you, overall.
A growl reverberated in his chest at your eagerness. “So desperate for a cock, huh?”
“Your cock.” That seems to do wonders on him as a possessive glint swims in his eyes.
Jungkook is fast to undo his pants and free his throbbing member. His dick is massive, you wonder if it will fit your mouth. Veins are prominent around his thick length which makes you drool at the sight. Your hands reach to feel his angry red tip that is leaking with precum but he is quick to stop you.
“Hands behind, love.” He commands.
You do as he says.
He grazes his thumb on your bottom lip before cradling your cheek ever so softly. He tucks away a few strands of your hair that falls out of place. It’s weird how this man in front of you can be so loving and soft but in another moment;
He’s the beast.
Jungkook doesn’t waste the time plunging his thick length into your hot, velvety mouth. The sound that escapes his throat leaves your core gushing wet as he bottoms up, balls deep inside your mouth. You try to ignore your gag reflex - it would be good if he could fuck your gag reflex away too - as you take him whole, pressing your face further until your nose hits his pubic hair.
You can feel him deep in your mouth down to your throat. He keeps your head in place, his cock buried deep inside to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirls around the huge length.
Praises spill from his lips. “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl, yeah?”
You moan in response. The vibration that follows elicits a deep moan from Jungkook. He pulls out of your heat only for the tip of his length to stay inside before he immediately pushes in everything. It becomes a repetitive cycle as he fucks your throat hard.
He grabs your head, controlling your movements like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve combining it all together with his hips thrusting into your heat.
“Gonna cum in this hot mouth,” he moans, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
After a few slow but hard thrusts, he finishes in your mouth. His hot loads fill your senses as you try to take in everything he gives, like the good girl you are. You end up sucking him off, heads bobbing up and down to milk him dry. You wipe the cum that had slipped out from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, bringing it to the tip of your tongue.
Jungkook pulls you in for yet another kiss and just like before, you’re an utter goner.
He tastes himself on you as his tongue delves into your mouth. His hand brushes through your hair and sits still at the back of your neck to keep you in place.
A cry of pain escapes your throat when you feel a sharp object cut into the skin of your exposed thigh. You pull back - at least you tried to - but your effort is worse than futile. Jungkook sets an iron grip at the back of your neck just to keep you from pushing him away, all while he carves at the expense of your skin.
You bite down his lip until you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.
He pulls away, freeing you from his grip, but his expression is definitely not the one you thought he would be wearing after being bitten until his lip draws blood.
He is smirking.
His tongue licks the wound you left on his lip. Your gaze drops down to your bloody thigh, the one that he had carved his fucking initials on.
“It’s fun hanging out with you, love, but time’s up.”
He turns on his heels. “I’d love to fuck your pussy but I need to take your boss down first.”
Fucking, hell…
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where the reader is in van with her friends and she is sitting on taehyung lap as there is no seat ..they both gets turned on by the bumpy road and secretly cockwarms and fucks. Taehyung is enemy-friend

“Are you fucking serious?” You hissed against his ear, trying to not catch the attention of any of your friends.
“It’s not like I can stop my cock from getting hard when you’re rubbing against me like that.”
You didn't want to admit to yourself how much that comment turned you on, but it did.
Your friends were giggling about some hot guy that they saw earlier when you were out, so they were not paying attention to you.
“Ugh, please, it’s just 10 more minutes. Can’t you just unharden it or something?” You whispered to him. You rather be dead than have your friends ruthlessly tease you for sitting on his boner.
His face remained blank, but you felt him twitch again as the van drove over something and bumped up and down.
“That’s not how it works.” Taehyung whispered back.
You tried to shift yourself again to lessen the sensation of your body rubbing against his growing boner.
“Then make it work.” You hissed back.
“Drinks?” Your friend asked, handing out some bottles, both you and Taehyung welcomed some booze now.
“Oh man!” The driver sighed. “Traffic jam.” He complained.
The car stopped completely.
The four other girls in the van sighed.
“You must be fucking kidding me!” You groaned out.
“Awe come on, y/n, it’s not that bad. We just gotta pass some time!”
You looked at your friend and glared at her. You didn't want to spend the rest of the car ride sitting on Taehyung's boner, but you didn't want to spend it standing up either. You looked at him. He looked completely unaffected, as if nothing had happened.
“Time for some music!” One of the girls cheered and everyone soon agreed, and a minute later your friends were singing along to some songs.
“It’s not like I am the only one getting turned on here.” Taehyung muttered with a knowing smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You firmly denied and you looked away, refusing to look at his face, afraid that he could see right through you.
“No?” He chuckled. “Is that so?” He moved his body slightly.
You closed your eyes, and you felt his erection pressed right against your crotch.
“So if I touch you there, you won’t be wet at all?” He whispered into your ear, and you couldn't help but blush at the boldness of his words. Before you could respond, his hand glid under your dress, forced itself into your leggings, and then rested against your clothed pussy. You flinched and gasped, but everyone was busy with their music, drinks, and conversations, not even noticing the sudden movement from the back of the van.
“Feels pretty wet to me.” He kept rubbing circles against your clothed pussy. You fought the urge to move, but your whole body was squirming against his touch, his fingers felt amazing on your sensitive skin.
He moved his hips slightly and you knew that he was getting pleasure from rubbing himself against you as well, and the feeling of his erection pressing against you made you almost dizzy with pleasure.
“Stop…” You whined quietly.
You couldn't do this. This wasn't okay. You had to stop it.
He leaned down and you could feel his hot breath against your ear.
"Don't be such a tease, baby. Why don't you just let me fuck you already?"
Your heart was beating out of your chest.
"I can't. You know we can't do this." You replied, but the fact that your voice didn't come out with as much conviction as you wanted told him exactly how much you really did want this.
"Nobody has to know." He kept whispering to you, and his words sent shivers down your spine.
He glided his hand up, pulling away your underwear, and slowly started stroking your clit.
"Tae, stop." You tried to convince him again, but the more he moved his fingers against you, the more you wanted it.
You looked around the van, and the people closest to you seemed completely oblivious to what was going on, and you knew they wouldn't turn to look at you. You let yourself go limp, giving into the pleasure of his fingers rubbing against you, and you knew he was pleased by your reaction, because he kept going.
"Does that feel good?" He whispered into your ear.
You could only nod in response, unable to form a full sentence, because your mind was only focused on how amazing his touch felt.
“Slip down your leggings.” He whispered, and you did what you were told, pulling them down slightly, just enough for him to do what he wanted to do to you.
Taehyung’s hand moved to his pants, slowly unzipping them to not alert the others. He lifted down his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free.
He moved you slightly, placing you over his hard member, and he moved his hips up, sliding his length in.
You pressed your lips together, gripping onto Taehyung’s thighs as you could feel him give you every inch of his. You kept quiet, doing your best not to make a sound as he filled you up completely. You and him sat still like that, and you nearly let out a moan as the van drove over a bumpy patch.
The pleasure felt almost unreal. You were fully aware of what was going on, but it was like your brain had decided to go on autopilot and do what you were doing without any conscious thought. If you weren’t so horny, you would’ve felt utter embarrassment and shame at what was happening. But the way he rubbed against your walls felt too amazing for you to think straight.
His grip on your hips tightened and you knew that he wanted you to move, but you didn't know if you could. You started rocking your hips slowly, back and forth, letting his cock rub against your walls, and the sensation made you close your eyes, before you forced yourself to open them again, not wanting to make it obvious to your friends.
The next half of hour felt like torture as your friends were soon done with their karaoke session, and you had to engage in conversation with them as you kept Taehyung’s cock inside of you.
Then finally, the van parked.
“Are you guys coming?” Your friend asked, noticing everyone had gotten up instead of you and Taehyung.
“Oh, uh,” You stammered. “We will be right there with you guys. I need to talk with Taehyung about something.”
Your friend shrugged, and left with the others.
Taehyung’s hand slipped underneath your dress again, groping both your breasts. He rubbed his fingers against your sensitive nipples and you had to bite down hard on your lips to stop a moan from coming out.
“You can make noise now, they’re gone.” Taehyung teased you, his one hand moving down, sliding across your stomach back to your pussy. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, and you couldn't help but rock your hips against him.
"Yeah...that's it." He praised you. "Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Make yourself feel good."
His words made you so hot and needy for him that you didn't care if anyone heard you anymore. You adjusted yourself, placing your feet on his knees, using his legs for support, and you moved up and down, bouncing on his cock.
“Oh, fuck, you are so good at this… Shit.” His voice came out shaky, and you looked down at him to see him staring at where you two were connected. His gaze soon lifted back up to your face, and he looked so eager that it made you feel like a goddess.
He pulled you back for a kiss, and you immediately parted your lips for his tongue. He pushed you down onto his cock, making you take all of him.
“Do you like it?” He whispered against your ear as he moved you up and down his length.
You couldn't form a complete sentence. All you could do was nod in response, holding onto him for dear life as he fucked you.
“Does it make you feel good, getting fucked like this?” He asked, and you nodded again, because fuck, you felt so good, and the way he was talking to you was making you lose all of your senses.
The feeling was so intense, the pleasure was almost unbearable, but you loved it. You loved every second of it.
Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you were sure he could hear it. His cock was rubbing against the right spot inside of you and it made you see stars.
“I’m close…” You tried to warn him, but you were barely able to form the sentence in your mind, let alone speak them out loud.
“What was that?” He whispered.
“I’m going to cum…” You breathed out.
“Then cum.” He fucked you faster, hitting the spot inside of you that made your legs feel weak.
It didn't take long after that for you to let out a deep moan, as your walls clenched around him, and he filled you up with his cum.
He held onto your hips as you tried to catch your breath. Then he gently let you back down, slowly letting you off his dick.
You pulled your underwear and leggings up, fixed your hair, and turned to face him.
“We should probably join them, before, you know, they get suspicious.” You smiled shyly.
Taehyung grinned. "We should.”
Hello may i request another Foursome of yn jungkook taehyung and hana? But more smut now hehe and potential poly if you’d like! Please!! Thank you! 🫶🏻

You all had such a long week. What better way to relieve some stress than to fuck?
“They’re loving it, aren’t they?” Taehyung smirked. “Do you want us to go harder, girls?”
You looked over to your side, making eye contact with Hana, and then looked back at Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Yes.” You nodded, holding onto Hana’s hand. “We do.” You spoke for the both of you.
Jungkook went in first, pounding into Hana deeper and faster. Her moans filled the room, and you were surprised they weren't enough to wake your other neighbors.
Taehyung soon matched Jungkook’s pace, and the room filled with sounds of sex, bodies slapping against each other, grunts, and moans.
You ran your fingers through Hana's hair as she came close to her orgasm, and she gripped onto your hand tightly.
You knew this was a rough night for you two, but the thought of having such an experienced group of men fuck you both made it worth it. You're sure Hana is loving this just as much as you.
The girl pressed her lips against yours in a sloppy kiss, her moans muffled against your lips. You moaned into the kiss, meeting her pace. You pulled away when your breathing became too hard to handle, and watched the way she was losing herself.
She was a moaning mess, and you knew she was getting close. “Hana? Are you getting tired already?” Jungkook teased. “You don’t want both our cocks inside of you? Should we give it to y/n instead?”
Hana shook her head no, but you could tell she was becoming exhausted. You looked back over at the boys, who had their eyes on you. Despite Hana’s protest, she did in fact came undone and she laid there panting. “Fuck.” She laughed at herself.
Taehyung smiled, a little amused. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
Today it was your lucky day.
You were sandwiched in between Taehyung and Jungkook; Taehyung’s cock sliding in and out of your ass, while Jungkook had a more rhythmic pace in your pussy. Your bodies were connected in a messy sweaty pile as the three of you came together.
“Mmm. So nice and full, baby. You love two big cocks stuffed in your little cunt like that, don’t you?” Hana smiled, kissing your forehead. You couldn't speak; you could only nod as you looked up at her, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
Hana ran her fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.
You felt like you were floating, but you knew you were still very much there on the bed, being pounded into by two guys who seemed to know your body better than you did.
You were overwhelmed with pleasure and the room smelled so strongly of sex. The only sounds that filled the room were your moans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. It was the perfect harmony to what was happening.
You reached in closer to Hana’s boobs and you sucked and licked on them, moaning in between your licks. Hana giggled, caressing the side of your face.
The men continued to work you like a machine; never missing a beat or breaking rhythm, and it felt so fucking good.
“Yes, yes, yes…” You chanted, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck me, please, oh please…” You begged them.
“That must feel really nice.” Hana smiled, leaning in to kiss you as her hand trailed down your body, before her thumb pressed against your clit.
You squealed against her lips, a sharp pain in your clit followed by a wave of pleasure that went throughout your whole body.
Hana smirked, massaging your clit, which seemed to work to intensify the sensation of pleasure in your core.
You were moaning so much and your hips were bucking and moving on their own, you could no longer control the movement of your body.
“Do you like having two big cocks in you, baby? Two big, strong cocks taking care of you in the ways you deserve? Do you love it?” Taehyung dug his fingers into your hips.
“Is this what you wanted when we started our session today? To be a toy for us to use however we see fit, isn't that right? You want us to use you and make you cum all over our cocks, don't you?” Jungkook joined in.
“Yes…” You weren’t sure which of their questions you answered, you couldn’t think. Your mind was blank, all you could hear were their voices, and you couldn't tell where they began and ended.
You looked up at Hana and she leaned in to kiss you on the lips again.
“I want to take a photo of you.” She smiled.
You could barely hold your head up, but you didn't mind, the phone camera flashed a couple of times, catching you in the sensual act.
You were a mess, laying there naked and sweaty, two men fucking you hard in both your holes. You were smiling at the camera, but it was more out of instinct, the camera flashing your face so many times that it became second nature to smile.
After Hana finished, she brushed her hair away and leaned down, her tongue flicking over your clit rapidly.
You grabbed onto her head, moaning loudly and thrashing, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of having your clit licked and your pussy pounded. You felt as if you were on the brink of passing out.
You were too consumed with pleasure to speak, and even if you did, you weren't sure what words would even come out. You knew you wanted this moment to last as long as it possibly could.
“Cum… I’m gonna…” You rambled, your mouth wide open as Hana’s tongue circled around your swollen clit. You were close.
You felt as if you were floating and the only thing anchoring you to the bed was the sensation of two cocks inside of you, taking you over the edge.
You let out a loud shriek, followed by a string of incoherent words. Your body was shaking, you could feel your toes curling, your body was tingling and you were squirting.
The sensation of pleasure became unbearable and you couldn't even tell where your orgasm ended, and where the new wave of pleasure began.
Your voice cracked, the sound of your moans slowly turning into squeals as you were fucked and licked, the two of them riding out your orgasms, determined to make it as memorable as they possibly could.
It seemed like forever before you came down from your high, your body completely numb and tired, and all you could do was lay there on the bed, mouth agape, struggling to catch your breath. Jungkook and Taehyung hovered over you, their cocks shooting cum all over your face.
Your lips parted as you felt their warm, thick cum splatter onto your face, running down your cheek and into your open mouth. You let them do it, you even opened your mouth wider, accepting the cum that poured from their cocks into your mouth.
That was amazing.
Can I request for bestfriend'sbf jk x y/n smut? They be cheating, flirting and fucking behind jk's gf back who is also y/n's bestfriend/roommate. Sometimes they would also have sex while gf's sleeping in the other room. Rough and hard sex, jk loves to manhandle, and jk addicted to her titties please.
“Jungkook…! Ah—“ You squeezed your eyes shut, your fingers close to slipping away from the back of your thighs, as your best friend’s boyfriend was pounding into you mercilessly. The bed underneath the two of you creaked and squeaked with the force of his thrusts, and the air in the room was humid and thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
You were almost there—you could feel it, the tight coiling in the pit of your stomach, ready to burst at any moment.
Just as you were about to come, the man fucking you, suddenly, stopped, pulled out, and flipped you over.
Jungkook pushed your wrists down on the mattress above your head and smirked when he looked at you, with your needy ass exposed to him and your head in the pillow.
He entered into you again, and you were fully squeezed in between his body and the mattress. He began pounding into you again and again, and the heat in your core was building, threatening to explode any moment, you whimpered underneath him.
You tried telling him that he should quiet it down because your friend was in the next room sleeping, but you simply couldn’t . Your brain was too fuzzy, too lost in pleasure to say anything coherent.
And then he stopped, once again.
This time, he pulled out and let go of your hands.
Jungkook got off the bed, and you felt him get up, his weight leaving the mattress.
You took this moment to take a deep breath.
What you had discovered about your friend’s boyfriend was that his sex drive matched yours, so you knew it wasn’t over yet.
Sure enough, after a few moments, he pulled you closer to him and picked you up, walking over to one of the walls and resting your back against it.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as he entered into you once again, his movements slow and languid, and your hands gripped onto his shoulders.
Jungkook started to bounce you on his cock as his hands found their way to your chest, and he squeezed, tweaked, and pinched your breasts, making you cry out and moan louder.
It didn't matter anymore, you couldn’t care less if your friend woke up and found you with her boyfriend like this.
He pounded into you over and over, and with every thrust, your back rubbed against the wall and made you gasp.
Jungkook’s hands kneaded into your boobs firmly as his mouth closed around one of your nipples, and you whined, your fingers threading through his hair.
Your walls tightened around him, and the heat was almost too much to bear, ready to explode at any moment.
You were about to come for the second time tonight, and you let out a loud moan, calling out his name, as you came all over him, coating his cock in your juices.
“Fuck, orgasm on my cock, just like that…” He panted, his pace quickening.
You clenched around him and gasped, as the waves of your orgasm rolled through your body.
Jungkook pulled away from the wall and laid you down on the bed again, fucking into you as you rode your orgasm on his cock.
You felt his hips stutter and his dick twitch inside of you, and he gave you a few final, hard, sloppy thrusts before coming, and filling you up to the brim with his cum.
He pulled out and fell beside you on the bed.
Then, you heard the door open elsewhere in the house and you glanced over at Jungkook. “Quick, go see her, before she gets suspicious.” And Jungkook agreed, putting on some clothes as quick as he could before he left.
Hi mami,
Can you write a detective!Jimin × suspect!y/n where he fucks her to get her to confess
Thank you for considering, I really love your work 🥰
“Are you still not going to say anything, miss y/n?”
“P-please, ah, please, I don’t know, I swear—“ You whimpered as you were sandwiched between his body and the hard desk.
"Please what? Use your words."
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as you struggled to even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.
"P-please, sir, I, ah!”
You cried out in pleasure as his cock slammed into your dripping wet cunt, over and over. The detective behind you kept up his quick, deep thrusts, and you couldn’t stop moaning and whining.
“I know that you did it, you would make things a lot easier if you’d just admit to it. Or are you just enjoying this that much? Enjoying my cock so much you don’t want it to stop? Is that it, you rather get fucked than confess?"
You shook your head frantically. It wasn't true, but you also didn't want him to stop.
“No, no, I told you sir, I didn’t—Ah! Please, please, sir, Detective, sir, I can't, I—!"
His cock pounded into you mercilessly. He wasn’t holding back. He would make you confess even if he’d have to fuck you for hours on end.
The detective had it with you, the man was called to help investigate a large amount of money that was stolen from your workplace; a six figure amount of cash that was withdrawn to different accounts. One of them was yours.
He had gone through your bank account, and found the money that was put in your account a few weeks ago.
And yet here you were, claiming you didn't do it. He didn't believe you, not one bit. You had the money, there was no doubt about that, and it was his duty to get a confession out of you.
"I-I can't, I can't..." You whimpered. You felt so good, your pussy was on fire, and the heat was building up quickly.
“We can do this all day.” Jimin gripped onto your hips and bounced your body back against his. “I got all the time in the world to fuck the truth out of you. Are you sure you can't take anymore, sweetheart?"
"I... No, sir, I..." You shivered, feeling yourself get close. The way his thick cock spread your pussy apart was almost too much to bear, and you were starting to see stars.
"Come on, then. You can cum for me, go on."
He gave your ass a quick slap and the sensation pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly and came, shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. But he didn’t stop, pounding into you with the same speed.
“I didn’t say I was going to stop. Remember what I said? We can do this all day."
You were breathing heavily, still coming down from the intense orgasm.
"Sir, I... I can't..."
"Oh yes you can, darling. I believe in you. Now come on."
You moaned as his cock filled you up over and over, your body feeling like it was burning up. Jimin thrusted into you relentlessly, and you started to drool, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt was used and abused by him.
"Come on, tell the truth." He coaxed, and you could only moan, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"You did it, didn't you? You took the money, and now I want you to tell me. Confess, and I'll let you cum again."
You gasped and whimpered as you felt him push even deeper into you, his thick cock hitting all the right spots.
"I... I did it, sir!"
"Hmm, that's right. You took the money. Didn’t you, you little criminal?”
You nodded frantically.
"Yes, sir, I did. I'm so sorry, please..."
"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?” He pulled out of you, stroking his cock, spilling his seed on your back. You could only whimper, completely exhausted, still coming down from the fucking.
"Now, we'll have to take you into custody, and make sure that the money will be returned to its rightful owners."
“W-what?” You grabbed your clothes. “No, please, I can’t afford this, I don’t want to lose—“
Jimin chuckled.
"Well, I'll see what I can do. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement."
"What do you mean, detective…."
"Shh, I'm sure we'll come to an agreement." He repeated, pressing a finger against your lips. "After all, I'm the one in charge here, aren't I?"
Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying. Realizing that your only options were either to get fucked, or to be fucked and spend time behind prison bars… you knew what you had to.
You bit your lip and nodded.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good girl.”
Yes it was meant to be a porn shooting or like a porn magazine. Sorry I should have specified. Taehyung storms over to the camboy how to actually fuck the oc in that position so they get the best shots. As in like really doing it would get it better captured. Oh there is slight dub con and resistance because oc hadn’t signed up for the director to fuck her but she ends up enjoying it.
Original req: Camgirl oc and director Taehyung where he tells the camboy to do certain poses and the camboy just can get it right and it’s not looking natural so Taehyung storms over and show everyone how it’s done.
Slight dubcon: Taehyung suddenly sticks his cock in which y/n didn’t expect, y/n is confused but starts enjoying it
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“How many more times do I need to explain, Minho?” The director’s stern voice sounded, looking away from the screen to the couple. “Try… once again.” Taehyung sighed.
“Uh, yeah, sure, sorry!” You could tell that your co worker was getting nervous. He was a newbie, only been in the sex work industry for a couple of months, whereas Taehyung didn’t have any comments about your work performance, he was relentless about the other actor.
Minho tried again, you left out a moan as you curved your back, your breasts pressed against the bedsheets and your ass high in the air. Your legs were spread wide, giving the camera a perfect view of the cock sliding into your wet pussy. Minho was not very experienced, his thrusts were too fast and lacked passion, and his hands were gripping your hips so tightly that it was beginning to hurt.
Taehyung let out a deep sigh. This shoot was going on way too long, the both of you had done countless takes already and his patience was running thin.
“Enough.” Taehyung’s voice sounded through the studio, and he stepped away from the camera. He walked towards the set and approached you and Minho. You and the actor both looked up at him, confused, and Minho was pulled back by his shoulder, causing his cock to slide out of you.
“It’s really simple.” Taehyung said as he took his cock out of his pants, stroking it a few times before entering your pussy in one smooth stroke.
You moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets, the feeling of being full so sudden, but not unwanted, taking you over, your pussy happily taking him in.
“W-what are you doing?” You gasped in complete surprise. “W-wait…”
Taehyung then turned his gaze to Minho, who was watching him with wide eyes.
The director then continued, a smirk on his lips as he started fucking you slowly.
“Look, slow strokes like this. You see how the camera can capture the dick going in and out, the way her pussy moves with me, that is good pornography. What you do is not good pornography. If you can not fuck her properly, you can be replaced. Am I clear?”
This… this was really strange. You looked at the others who awkwardly avoided your gaze. Was it normal for directors to do stuff like this?
“You are holding her too tight, look, you left marks on her skin. I can not sell porn like that. And stop going so fast, she can not even enjoy it like that, if she is not having a good time, the viewers will not either.” Taehyung explained as he kept thrusting into you.
He was right, the sex was really awkward. Minho was just not doing a good job, but you wouldn’t openly say that, he was already being roasted enough.
Taehyung then suddenly picked up the pace, and your moans sounded through the studio. His hands were gently gripping your hips, but his thrusts were so strong that you had to put all of your strength into staying up on your arms, so you would not just crash into the bed.
It was different, so much different from the boring sex you were having with Minho.
You bit your lip as you felt him stretching you so deliciously, his cock was hitting your sweet spot every time, causing your juices to run down your thighs.
“If you want to do strong thrusts, do it like this. Slide in slow, then when you’re almost fully in, push your hips forward in a fast movement. Make her feel the tip of your cock. See how she reacts to that? That is how you do it. Do you understand now, Minho? Can you do that, or do I need to keep doing your job for you today, huh?”
“Mr Kim…” You whimpered, but he didn’t hear you.
“I’m sorry!” Minho apologized. “I will do better!”
“Mr Kim…” You whispered.
“I have another movie to finish tonight and you are really not helping with my schedule, so please just do what I say so we can get this over with.” Taehyung snapped at him.
“Mr Kim.” You spoke softly, finally catching his attention. “I… I need a break, I, uhm, I came.” You stammered, embarassed and fearful that he’d get mad at you next.
“I see.” Taehyung pulled out of you and grabbed your hand, making you sit up. “You worked hard today, y/n.” He praised you, offering you a nearby blanket. “It is probably best that we cancel this shoot for today, it has been a long day for all of us. Let us start fresh tomorrow.” He turned at the staff. “Please clean up before you leave and turn off all the lights and machines.”
Minho left the room, you had a feeling that this was probably his last time here.
You wrapped the blanket around your body and watched as the staff did their job, then left the room one by one, until only you and the director were left.
You got dressed in the clothes that were given to you, before you slowly stepped closer to the director who was reviewing the video footage with an agitated look on his face.
His expression changed when he noticed you were nearing him.
"Is there something I can do for you, y/n?"
"I'm sorry, Mr Kim." You apologized.
"You don't have to apologize, it is not your fault. It is expected to happen.”
He was much nicer to you than he was to Minho.
“See you tomorrow.” You spoke up.
“See you tomorrow, y/n.”
nip it in the bud (m) – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung
➻ going to get a piercing au/completing bucket list au + my brother’s best friend au + tattoo artist!taehyung
➻ genres: smut, romance
➻ length & status: 10k words; complete
➻ rating & warnings: 18+; taehyung has tattoos and piercings, he and his big hands are illegal, tae’s oral fixation is entirely out of control, nipple sucking/breast play, semi-public sex (? idk tbh), the pussy eating he does is sloppy and gross, squirting, nasty/messy sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom and be safe kids OR ELSE), riding, creampie, pussy stuffing cuz tae has a big dick (I don’t think you understand it’s GIGANTIC), multiple orgasms
➻ summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.
➻ a/n: this was born out of a TikTok where I learned that tattoo artists have to make sure your nipples are hard before piercing them and then I yelled at @jamaisjoons, having an existential crisis about how hot that was. She is the one who told me to write about it 😌 and the reason the fic exists. The last time I got piercings was idk 16 years ago (yes I was 7 🥴). I also have zero tattoos so my knowledge of this is minimal I just wanted to write hot Taehyung sex. Hope y’all enjoy this mess regardless. beta-read by @taegularities @hantaev & @chateautae (she helped with the summary too🤩) my favorite tae accounts who have encouraged me so much during this arduous writing process! beta-read and banner made by @softestmuse! You all were there for me for so much during this whole thing and helped so much 🥺
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death valley (m) | part 0
summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader
genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.6k
warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin
a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |
It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.
“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.
You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.
You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.
Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.
He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.
“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.
“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”
“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.
“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”
You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.
“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”
You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket.
The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it.
You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.
You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.
“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”
Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.
“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.
“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”
“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.
“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.
“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”
You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.
“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.
“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”
You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.
“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.
“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.
“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space. Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.
“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.
“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.
You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.
“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.
“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.
The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.
He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.
“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.
“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.
“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”
“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”
“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”
“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”
“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.
“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”
You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.
“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious.
“I don’t even know you”
“Exactly”
You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.
“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.
“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.
“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly.
He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.
You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.
“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.
“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”
You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.
“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.
You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.
“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”
You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.
You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.
“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.
“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.
He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.
You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.
“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.
You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.
He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.
You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum
“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.
“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.
“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.
You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.
“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”
“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.
“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”
You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.
The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor. You turned around and you entire body froze.
Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.
You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.
-
When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.
You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.
Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls
You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.
You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.
“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”
“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.
“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.
At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.
From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.
You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.
“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”
-
You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.
“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.
“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”
“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”
Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”
You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”
“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.
“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.
You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.
The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.
“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”
“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.
He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.
“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”
You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.
Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”
Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.
“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.
“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.
“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”
Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.
As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.
You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.
Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.
“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.
“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.
“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.
He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.
“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.
He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”
“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.
You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.
“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.
“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.
“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.
“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.
“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.
“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.
You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.
He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.
You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.
“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.
“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.
Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.
“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”
You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.
“You’re just leaving?”
Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.
You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.
So that’s how it was gonna be then.
-
Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.
And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.
“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.
He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.
“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.
“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”
“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.
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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “.
why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :)
death valley (m) | part 2

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
Oh there you go, undress to impress. You can wear the crown but you’re no princess
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader; songwriter!hobi x reader x coworker!namjoon; brief producer!yoongi x reader
genre: smut, slight yandere (building), thriller, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au,
wordcount: 7.7k
warnings: multiple and explicit smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, slight biting-spanking-spitting, manhandling, etc), oral sex (f & m), praise, kidnapping, subtle yandere themes, exhibitionism, threesome, daddy kink, a noncon kiss on the cheek, traumatic themes, crying/fear, wet dream, begging, degradation (use of terms: slut, whore, etc), restraints/handcuffs (in dream), intoxicated sex, fainting, swearing, heavy drug and alcohol abuse, yoongi is just...the absolute sweetest, switch(but mostly sub in this part)!reader, dom!hobi, sub!namjoon, dom!jungkook
(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution!
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |
Kim Seokjin? The same guy who beat Namjoon up so horribly…was a cop?
It was all you could think about as you drove back to Jimin’s to return his car. What you did not expect was to see a familiar blue haired boy exiting the complex as you rolled into the parking lot.
He met your eyes--first with surprsie, but immediately replaced with guilt. He approached you as you finished parking. You lowered your window, regarding him with spite.
“Jungkook” You hissed.
“Oh hey” He leaned against the door, peering in at you. You noticed him tugging at his sleeves nervously. “What are you doing here?” He seemed a bit flustered, looking around sporadically as if he was almost hiding from someone.
“I stole Jimin’s car. Needed to drop it off”
“Really?” He chuckled lightly before clearing his throat, “Listen I wanted to apologize for not showing up the other d--”
“Did you give Namjoon drugs before the fight?” You asked bluntly. You watched him freeze up, stuttering to find a response. “Wow. You did. You told me you wouldn’t but you did didn’t you?” Jungkook’s expression turned bitter.
“Don’t fucking act like I’m the bad guy. I did it to protect you okay. You don’t even..” He scoffed, “You have no idea what they would have done”
“Protect me from what? Don’t bullshit me you did it for money didn’t you? You fucking liar. Did you even see the state Joon was in after? He fucking trusts you, you’re his friend”
“I didn’t have a choice!” Jungkook screeched, annoyed at your belittling. “He was gonna kill me and he was gonna kill you too. He found out you were coming to meet me”
“Who? Taehyung?” Jungkook gave you a curious look.
“Huh? Taehyung? No not Taehyung...I didn’t even know Taehyung was at the fight” Jungkook opened your car door, leaning in to get a better look at you. But how did Taehyung know you were there to see him then? “You need a ride home right?” You nodded. Jungkook brought out his keys from his back pocket, clicking them so his car beeped. You looked towards the noise to see a black truck parked not too far. “Come on.”
The drive was quiet. You gave him directions to your building, and upon arriving you noticed that his jaw was taught and eyes raging with a mix of anger and fear.
“Why the fuck would you live here? Do you...” He stopped himself again. You couldn’t help but notice how careful he was being with his words. “This is a really shady area. Didn’t you do any research before moving here?”
“There weren’t many options honestly. It was the only place available I could afford. It’s nice enough” Jungkook frowned slightly but didn’t push it. You invited him inside for coffee in exchange for the ride.
Jungkook sat at your kitchen island, watching you with great interest as you prepared drinks. As you poured the coffee, something came over him. You looked so pure. So innocent. He couldn’t help himself. Jungkook came up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips.
You felt his lips press against the back of your head. You loved how warm he felt, numbing the pulsing fear that was building in your chest. He began to kiss your neck softly.
“Sorry. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay” His breath was hot against your collar bone, making your whole face heat up. You gripped the counter, eye fluttering shut as you savored his touch. “I really really wanted to see you again”
“Oh I bet” You turned to face him, bodies still pressed together. “Still remember how whiny you were” Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“I still remember how much you fucking loved it”
It was all it took for the sexual tension to come crashing down. You pulled Jungkook by his shirt towards you, lips finding each other like magnets. He moaned right away as his hands grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter top, coffee spilling into the sink. He was starving for you, kissing you desperately, like he missed you--he did miss you--he was trying to chase a feeling and groaned in frustration when he couldn’t quite find it.
“Holy fuck, Jungkook” You pulled back to breathe, noticing his blushed cheeks, panting heavily as his eyes blinked at you with pure infatuation. He swiftly pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight muscles, arms covered in intricate tattoos all the way to his fingers. Without thinking your hands trailed over his markings with interest. Jungkook smiled.
“Like what you see?” He then pulled down your shorts and panties and watched them drop to the floor. He licked a stripe up your thighs, hands sliding under your shirt as he found your breasts. You could feel him smile against your tingling skin as you squirmed beneath him. “So fucking sensitive aren’t you baby” He slowly ran his soft fingers over your nipples, circling them teasingly as his nose brushed against your cunt.
“Stop teasing me dammit” You whined, bucking you hips up as he pinched you. Your body felt hot all over, and Jungkook watched with interest at the way your heat seemed to be calling out for him through the soft squelching of you clamping down.
“Shhh...patience baby” You could feel his breath against your folds, driving you wild at the unsatisfying stimulation. He spit out, allowing his saliva to glide into your gaping pussy before shoving his tongue into you. He flattened his tongue, running it up to your clit and sucking harshly.
Heat soared through your body and you twitched as he rolled his tongue in, drinking you up deliciously. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to pump even further inside of you. You could feel his thick, plush lips against you--only adding to the amazing sensation.
His fingers left your nipples, opting instead to clutch around your breasts. Your hand grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging his face further into you as you strained your neck to try and get a better look at him, but Jungkook pressed his hands down on you, making sure you didn’t get up.
His tongue jutted into you, flickering around your core harshly, searching for a place that would drive you wild. When he found it, you cried out, shoving his face down as much as you could.
Jungkook laughed slightly, taking care to slowly lick away at that spot, rolling his tongue oh so slightly as he watched you close your eyes and bite your lip--barely able to contain your gasps of pleasure.
His mouth moved across your splayed out body, pushing your top so it piled over your breasts as he began to kiss them. His wet pillowy lips teased you with pleasure before he sucked harshly, letting his teeth graze against your sensitive mounds. He hopped up onto the counter so he could climb over you, kicking his sweats off in the meanwhile.
“Fuck, I’ve been craving you so fucking bad” His hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pushed your arms out to your sides. He lowered his face until it was inches from yours and grinned. You licked your lips, signaling Jungkook to engulf you in another sloppy kiss. Your mouths were barely even on each other as your tongues fought for dominance, messy moans and whimpers mixing with the sound of your drenched folds rubbing just barely against Jungkook’s hardening cock. He let your hands go to bring them behind your head as he deepened the kiss, yours wrapping around his neck in response.
“Ready baby? Ready for my big fucking cock” He tugged you hair back harshly making you wince in pain as he propped himself up and lined his cock up with your entrance. With one quick and heavy stride he thrust deep into you, pulling your head back even further as his thick cock pushed its way through.
“There it is. So tight and warm for me fuck, pussy takes me in so fucking well” He thrusted again with so much force he barely was moving his cock. He was just digging further and further into you making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hands traced his back muscles as he tried to soothe you with light kisses to your neck, but you couldn’t help crying out with every single one of his short thrusts. His hair was sweaty, strands falling over his face and brushing against yours.
He propped himself up fully then, bringing his hands to your neck and gripping it tightly as his thrusts continued. You choked out as Jungkook tilted his head back in pleasure. You couldn’t help but notice his double pierced earrings, which turned you on so much you fell apart.
You moaned out as your orgasm shook through you, pussy messily leaking onto Jungkook’s cock. He groaned at the way you tightened around him, causing him to curse loudly and quicken his pace.
He released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air as he took your legs and pushed them forward, allowing him to pump you at a deeper angle. He let his fingers run over your lips before shoving two of them down your throat and making you gag on them.
He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he felt himself reaching his own high. His hand furiously pumped his cock which looked like it was ready to burst. You moved onto your side and began to kiss his neck, helping him on.
“Come on baby. Cum for me. So close baby” You cooed at him. He looked deep into your eyes as his hands continued moving rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby...come on” He began to whimper and you grinned. “Such a needy baby aren’t you Jungkook. Hm?” You cupped his face and kissed him again. You felt him bite down on your lip harshly, muffling a cry as his hot seed splattered over his stomach.
Jungkook parted from you, sighing deeply as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. His cum spreading all over. He nuzzled your neck affectionately “Let me stay over. Just to make sure you’re safe for a few nights”
Your eyes widened, but you saw how pleading his expression was. “Why do you not think I’d be safe?”
“Because you living here means they know where you are. And I swear to god if they laid a finger on you I...I don’t know if I could handle it. Please baby"
“Who Jungkook? Who are you talking about?”
“I...” He looked away, “I don’t know. But he’s dangerous”
-
When the morning came, Jungkook was sprawled out on the other side of your bed. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Tonight was the night Namjoon wanted you guys to go out. Back to fucking Death Valley.
You had been dreading it, but after the events of the last few days you really needed a distraction. Hobi had conveniently avoided being alone with you ever since the two of you hooked up. It drove you crazy. He was acting so incredibly normal, as if nothing happened. But you wanted him.
Namjoon greeted you when you arrived at work, sitting in the conference room, scribbling away on his notepad. He was still not quite his usual self. You told him you ran into Jungkook and that he was going to be staying with you for a while. “He says I’m not safe there”
Namjoon clicked his pen absentmindedly, “Wait where did you say you lived?”
You told him, explaining again that you really didn’t have any other options, and watched his eyes go wide. “Uh yeah that’s not the best place to live. Lot of um...dangerous activity” He searched something on his phone. “Y/n, there are so many better apartment listings, what do you even mean?”
“I dunno. When I moved here it seemed like everything else had been rented out” You shrugged.
Hobi entered the studio with assignments. He looked great, wearing a large oversized bowling shirt over cargo shorts. It showed just enough of his chest. “Morning guys! Excited to see you all tonight. Y/n, you’ll be working with Joon again while I handle the...”
“Actually do you mind if I talk to you privately outside” Stop fucking avoiding me. You thought bitterly. Hobi’s face fell slightly. You went into the hallway, expecting him to follow. When you had him alone, he plastered on a forced smile.
"Did you need something?” You wanted to laugh at how clearly fake he was being, trying to act like his usual cheery self.
“Are we just not going to talk about that night?” The facade dropped. Hobi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought deeply about how to respond to you.
“We were buzzed. It’s not professional Y/n. Let’s just forget it happened”
“But I” You began to protest, but Hobi brought up his hand for you to stop.
“End of discussion. Work relationships are not allowed here. I’m sorry” His eyes scanned your figure, a look of regret flashed across his face as he quickly turned around and left.
-
Sitting in the dive bar itself was something you had yet to do, but you found yourself enjoying the ambiance. The music was perfect, not too loud as Namjoon began blabbering away about his music next to you on the circular leather seats of your booth. Sure, you were also glad to finally spend some time out of the office with Namjoon that didn’t involve him almost dying. But you were here for one reason and one reason alone. To get back in bed with Hobi.
Unfortunately, he was numb to your obvious advances, brushing you off as a tease as you’d find reasons to touch him, lean against him or play with his hair. Finally you gave up with a pout, downing a shot before refocusing your attention onto Namjoon. If Hobi didn’t want you, you were more than happy to show him what he was missing.
“Joonie...” You murmured, leaning into him. “Do a shot with me” Namjoon pinched your cheek affectionately and agreed. You poured a shot of tequila for him, lining up salt on your forearm and sitting ready for him with a lime wedge in your mouth.
Namjoon downed the bitter liquid and you couldn’t help but twitch at the feeling of his tongue gliding seamlessly up your arm before his lips were on yours, taking the wedge from you.
Hobi’s jaw clenched slightly as he watched the two of you play. Namjoon returned the favor, but you took it a step further, sliding into his lap so you could have easier access to the lime in his mouth. Lingering by his lips a bit too long for Hobi’s liking.
“Jungkook suggested these for tonight” Namjoon brought out a few pills, laying them on the table. “I only got a little bit, but he said it would be fun. If we wanna do more we can just go to your place after and hang too, I’m sure he has stuff with him”
Hobi’s head turned fast, he raised his eyebrows incredulously “What?”
“Yeah” You said nonchalantly, “Jungkook is staying at my place for a while.” You shrugged it off like it was no big deal but it was obvious that Hobi was pissed. Namjoon quickly popped the pill.
“Will you feed one to me Joonie?” You stuck your tongue out. Namjoon grinned and gave you the pill, watching as your tongue curled in.
“You’re such a little flirt aren’t you” Namjoon nuzzled your neck, not crossing any lines as his hands remained on your back. You giggled, his soft hair tickling you slightly, “And you smell so damn good” He muttered soft enough so only you could hear it.
Hobi watched as you began whispering into Namjoon’s ear. He couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying but seeing you curled up into him like that had him fuming inside. He grabbed the tequila bottle and took a long swig from it before slamming it back onto the table. Both you and Namjoon turned around.
Hobi leaned across the booth to pull you off of Namjoon’s lap and into his. He didn’t even care about the way Namjoon’s eyes widened as he clenched your ass.
“Hi daddy” You smirked, tracing lines up his chest. He jerked you forward so that you were sitting right where he wanted to feel you.
“Stop teasing me.” He growled. He smacked you ass harshly.
“You’re the one being a tease” You snapped right back. “Come on I know you want to.” You traced your finger down his chest, biting your lip slightly. Hobi watched you with dark eyes as you pulled at his shirt playfully before getting off of him and climbing onto the table.
An upbeat song played through the room, and Hobi watched wide-eyes as you stood up on the table and began to sensually sway your hips. You let your hips drop low, making sure to bend your ass out in front of Namjoon as Hobi began fuming. Namjoon took another swig of his drink and raised his eyebrows at you.
“Joonie” You cooed, getting on the table on all fours and crawling towards him. “Kiss me” You curled your finger, motioning for him to come to you. Like a mesmerized puppy he did as told, finding your lips slowly. You could sense his uncertainty. You deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to push through his mouth. You maneuvered until you were back in his lap, and for a moment you forgot that Hobi was even there. Namjoon tasted bitter but so incredibly sweet at the same time. As his hands began running down your thighs you couldn’t help but moan into him lightly.
Hobi gritted his teeth, jaw clenched to the point where he could just burst. He got up and dragged you off of Namjoon harshly, giving you whiplash as your ass landed harshly onto the seat. Hobi dropped to his knees and yanked off your bottoms. Without any warning he spread your legs wide open to see that you were getting wet.
“Who is this for huh?” Hobi growled looking up at you. His eyes were enraged, you almost felt scared but you were too turned on by the situation to care. He turned to Namjoon who was startled and unsure of what to do. “You see this Joon?” Namjoon nodded slowly “This is for me. Got that?” He nodded again, gulping. Hobi’s eyes softened slightly, “Do you wanna taste? Wanna see how yummy her pretty pussy is?” Namjoon looked at you for permission and you nodded furiously.
He slowly lowered himself onto the floor next to Hobi, taking your thigh into his hand to spread you out further.
“God just look at that” Hobi licked his lips, taking his fingers to loosely run up and down your folds, showing Namjoon how wet you were by sloshing around. Hobi gathered your arousal onto his finger and brought it to Namjoon’s lips “Go ahead. Taste” Namjoon opened his mouth, and you watched as he licked off Hobi’s finger. “Do you like it?” He nodded. “Good. Eat her out. I’m gonna go get some real action” Hobi slid back into his seat next to you and his hands quickly slid under your shirt. He brought his face in close to you, nibbling your jaw between kisses. “Aww fuck baby girl, you love this don’t you. Little attention whore aren’t you hm?”
Namjoon’s tongue ran slowly over your clit and Hobi’s warm hand covered both your breasts. Every fiber of your being felt so incredibly stimulated. You were a heaving mess.
“Hobi” You whined, pulling his face towards yours to kiss him harshly. He could feel the way you craved him in your kiss, as you eagerly tried to rile him up, letting your kisses get sloppier by the second.
“Get on the table” He mumbled. “Sit pretty for me yeah?” You did, spreading your legs for him as you leaned back slightly. Namjoon got up, your juices trickling down his lips. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and the smirk he left after had you shivering in anticipation.
“What do you think Joon?” Hobi grinned, palming your raw cunt soothingly, “She ready for some cock?” Namjoon didn’t miss a beat, he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to slide out. He stroked himself lazily as he gazed at you. You stared right back at him, enjoying the way his face was blushed red as he jacked off.
“Hurts” He mumbled. You pouted at him empathetically.
“Oh you poor thing” You reached out to stroke his cock, watching him let out a shaky moan at your touch. “Want me to kiss it better baby?” Namjoon nodded and you heard Hobi chuckle in amusement. You opened your mouth wide, softly tugging his cock so he knew to come towards you. Namjoon inserted his girthy length in your mouth and your tongue rolled over his thick skin, savoring the salty bitterness. You hollowed your cheeks as you began to move your mouth up and down, sucking him relentlessly.
In the meanwhile, Hobi had pulled out his own cock and pulled your hips to the edge of the table. He slapped his cock against your pussy as you choked on Namjoon. You could feel the warm throbbing head push against your sensitive folds, causing you to squirm with a desire for more. Your pussy clenched on nothing, causing more arousal to seep out onto his cock.
You choked on Namjoon’s dick as Hobi sunk into you, pulling your hips in close as Namjoon’s cock went further down your throat. You gagged incessently, causing Namjoon to pull out with concern. Hobi began fucking you harshly, thrusting into you with no remorse whatsoever. “Fucking whore can’t even suck cock right?” He scoffed at you playfully, “You really gonna leave him hanging after all he did for you?”
You shook your head dumbly, "Come back baby let me suck you good” Namjoon cursed softly as you pulled him back into your mouth, taking your time to let your tongue wrap around every crevice of his girthy cock. You let your hands snake up his thighs, allowing you to fondle him and stroke him while you bobbed your head back and forth, keeping your eyes glued to his, which was the thing that had him falling apart the most.
“You’re so...pretty” Namjoon exhaled. He was high but you could see the sincerety in his eyes as if he just had some sort of epiphany. It made you want to suck him even faster, giving this adorable boy all the pleasure in the world like he fucking deserved.
Hobi noticed you diverge your attention, glaring darkly at the way Namjoon was looking at you. He pulled out and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of Namjoon’s dick, saliva stringing from your lips.
He made you look straight at him as he brought his face to yours “You made your point okay. Your mine now you got that?” He growled, shoving you back on the table. Your head hit the glass surface painfully and you felt dizzy. Hobi flipped you over and gripped your ass firmly, letting his nails dig into your plump skin.
“Hit her” He ordered Namjoon, who gave him an uncomfortable look. “Don’t you like her cute ass? Hit it. Hit the bitch like she fucking deserves. Be a fucking man” You could hear the genuine anger in Hobi’s voice, and it was turning you off.
“I...I’m good. You go ahead if you want” Namjoon said softly, spacing out slightly as he watched the scene unfold. Hobi laughed bitterly, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back.
“You see that baby girl? I know how you like it, and I’m the only one who can fucking give it to you good, you understand?”
“Yes--” You muttered, wincing as Hobi smacked your ass again harshly. You crooned at the stinging aftermath.
“Yes?” Hobi bit your ear and tugged it harshly. “Don’t you know how to address me by now baby girl?”
Smack. “Yes daddy.” You squealed. Hobi hummed in satisfaction.
“That’s right baby. Don’t you fucking forget it” He shoved his cock back inside you, filling you to the brim. “Fucking slut. Letting me fuck you like this out in the open. Anyone can just see what a whore you are for me. But you love that don’t you huh? You wanna show everybody just how goddamn much you want daddy’s cock isn’t that right baby?” He began to move, thrusting into you quickly as his cock began twitching inside you. “I asked you a fucking question” He snapped, pushing your face down onto the table.
“Yes daddy” You cried out “I love it. I love your cock daddy, need it...” You sighed out as your felt yourself edging on the cusp of your orgasm. As rough as he was, he was right. You loved the way Hobi fucked you. “Please cum in me daddy, want your cum.”
Hobi sucked at your jaw “I know baby. All you ever fucking want is daddy’s cum, I know that. I know you want me to pump you so full of it, fuck my cum into you like the cockslut whore you are. All for me, and only me”
“Yes daddy. Only you. I promise” With that, Hobi came like a flood, bursting his load deep inside you. You whined, losing your own orgasm as he finished just slightly too soon. Before getting off of you, he grabbed the bottle of liquior and turned your face, pouring the alcohol into your mouth. You chocked as the liquid filled your throat, and he stopped, allowing you to gulp it down.
You felt it hit you right away, finding yourself unable to move as Hobi got off of you.
“Go ahead Namjoon. Fuck her” Hobi fixed his pants back up. You couldn’t see--your vision began to blur as you felt Namjoon lean down to your face.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Is it too much?” His words were slurred. You smiled at him lazily, nodding despite your inability to comprehend what he was even asking you. You were so tired.
The glass started to burn against you as you felt yourself moving back and forth against it. Where were you? You giggled, eyes drooping shut. You heard your name being called. Was it in pleasure or concern? Who knows. You faint.
-
Your head pounds with pain as you wake up. The first thing you notice is that you cant see anything--it’s absolutely dark. There was something covering your eyes. You tried to reach for it and take it off but a rough sensation at your wrists holds you back and you realize they are tied together behind you over some sort of railing.
“Hello?” You panicked. “Namjoon!? Hobi?!” You tried to tug yourself out of the restraints but they wouldnt budge. You could still feel the weary after effects of the pills you took, everything seemed slow and you mind was freaking out at the lack of light, losing any sense of coherent reality.
“I’m here y/n” Your heart flooded with relief as you heard Hobi’s familiar voice echo through the room, “Don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, just calm down”
“I’m here too” You heard Namjoon’s voice. He sounded like he was much closer to you, only a few feet away. “What the fuck is going on?” He growled and you hear him trying to break the ropes on his hands with brute strength.
“Give up Namjoon” A new voice entered the room. It was so familiar but you were too dazed to place it. You suddenly feel something warm close to you, a scent too close for your liking. You squirmed as you felt a hand touch your face.
“Stop! Who are you!?” You tried to turn yourself away from him but he gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your mouth slightly. The person didn’t say any words but you could feel them getting closer.
“Get the fuck away from her” Namjoon growled, tugging at the ropes repeatedly to no avail.
You gulped as you felt a nose against your cheek. You felt as though someone had punched the air out of your gut, as a pair of lips carefully made contact with your skin. They lingered, and you flinched away as fast as you could. You heard a slight chuckle as the heat from the body seemed to disappear. He was leaving. Thank God.
You close your eyes to try to focus on the sound of his footsteps, heart racing as you hear them move in Namjoon’s direction. Suddenly you heard a loud slap--it sounded like the man just hit Namjoon. Your eyes clenched as you heard Namjoon wince in pain.
You hear more shuffling, and suddenly there are more footsteps. It seemed that more people had come into the room. “Fuck. Get your fucking hands off of me” You hear Namjoon’s voice getting further away.
“Namjoon?” You cry out. You hear a door slam shut and suddenly there is silence again. “Hobi?” You’re petrified, body trembling as the silence persists. You were alone. What were they going to do to you? You began to cry, your sobs echoing throughout with no one to hear.
-
You had no idea when you fell asleep, but woke up to loud knocking. “Hello! Is anyone in here?” You heard a door open. “Holy shit, Y/n?” You craned your neck to try to recognize the voice, but you were so exhausted and hungover that you couldn’t even think. You felt hands at your wrists untying the rope. The next thing you know light flooded your vision. You squinted at the sudden stimulus, waiting for your vision to adjust so you could see your savior.
“Jin?” You asked in shock, gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. Of course. He’s police. I’m safe now. You sighed in relief as tears began to flow from your eyes again. Jin crouched down in from of you, caressing your hands where the rope had dug in slightly. You threw your free hands around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “S...sorry I just” You stuttered between your cries. Jin softly stroked your back.
“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me”
He let you cry in his arms for a while before you finally were able to gather yourself. He helped you up, holding your hand as the two of you left what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse of some sort. “Namjoon...uh...RM, and a coworker of ours, named Hoseok, they were both with me but someone took them away” You informed him, “Do you know where they are?” Jin stopped momentarily, and you noticed him sigh.
“Not yet. But we’ll find them okay. It’s a little complicated, let’s get in the car and I’ll tell you everything”
Jin held your shoulders down some stairs as you made it to the parking lot. He assisted you in getting into his blue sedan.
“Your house isn’t far from here, I’ll drop you home after we talk” He informed you as he got into the drivers seat. You curled your legs up into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest for comfort.
“How do you know who I am? Why do you know so much about me?”
“It’s my job to know.” He smiled slightly. “Listen. I’m not exactly sure why, but my intel tells me that you’re being used as some sort of bargaining chip”
You blinked at him in utter confusion, “Bargaining...for what? Who the fuck?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know you hang out with gang members Y/n” Jin chuckled. Your eyes widened.
“Uh...I didn’t...” Well. Jungkook made sense. And sure, then there was Jimin. And if you thought about it, it did made sense that Namjoon was also caught up in something like that--it would explain a lot.
“I understand that you’re close with Park Jimin” You frowned. The last thing you needed right now was to talk about him of all people. “So don’t play dumb with me. You’re not in any trouble, just tell me what you know”
“Dude...I’m new here okay. I don’t have any information about anything alright. Shouldn’t you know who’s betting on you?” You scoffed. Jin raised his eyebrows.
“Betting? Who said anything about betting?” He smirked as you gaped at him, realizing your slip.
“Oh...I mean...”
“My intel tells me you saw something you shouldn’t have. That’s why you’re being used by some people...possibly another gang...to blackmail the gang who runs Death Valley, and why you’re on his radar”
“Who’s radar?” Was it the same guy from earlier? Or maybe the guy you had seen kicking Namjoon? Or the guy who tied up Jungkook? Was it all the same person?
“That’s what I’m trying to find out.” Jin stated matter of factly, “No one knows who he is. Well...I think Park Jimin knows who he is, so I have a proposition for you.”
“You want me to snitch” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t love that your new associates seemed to be such dangerous people, but you weren’t the type of person to go try to get anyone in trouble for their own business. “No thanks”
“You’re really not safe Y/n. If we work together, I can make sure no harm comes to you” You thought back to Jungkook’s warnings, smiling inwardly knowing that you had the strong boy waiting for you back at your apartment. He would be able to protect you with no issue, you didn’t need to get involved with the cops.
“No thanks. I’ll be okay. Please just take me home” Jin sighed, tapping the wheel of his car quickly as if he were irritated.
“Fine. If you change your mind” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card, “Call me”
Jin dropped you home and you slowly tried to walk your way to the elevator, slumping inside it once the doors slid open. A few floors up the elevator halted, opening to reveal none other than Min Yoongi.
“Y/n?” He asked curiously, observing your chaotic state. You had no idea how you looked, but you were sure it was not at all presentable. You groaned internally. Yoongi probably thought you were a trainwreck. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh I--” You straightened yourself up as much as you could, brushing your clothes off and trying to fix your hair urgently. Yoongi looked absolutely stunning, even outside of work. It was refreshing to see him in a simple hoodie and joggers, his earrings still driving you wild. “I love...LIVE. I live here” You internally screamed at yourself for your awkwardness. Yoongi didn’t break a smile, he simply observed you curiously. He glanced at the elevator navigation and pressed a number for the floor above yours.
“I didn’t know you live in the same building as me.” He stated, “I can give you a ride to work sometime if you’d like”
“Oh! I’d love that...I mean, that would be great you know. Saving the environment and all that” You chuckled, twirling your hair. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were amused but still no hint of a smile.
The elevator arrived at your floor, and Yoongi watched as you scrambled to get yourself out of there. “I’ll see you at work, Y/n.” He nodded in your direction. You smiled sheepishly.
The door had almost slid shut but your eyes met his. His gaze was so intense on you, you felt almost like a prey in front of a predator. You finally see a slight tug of a smile as you gulp. How can a human being be so goddamn FINE?
You finally make your way to your door and realize you don’t have your keys. Fuck they probably stole them. But why did they leave my wallet? You knocked on the door.
No response.
“Jungkook?” You called out, rapping at the door franticly. “Fuck” You muttered, leaning against the door in defeat. You were so incredibly tired, you just wanted to take a fucking nap. Maybe I can crash at Yoongi’s? Would that be unprofessional? You limped your way back to the elevator. Arriving on his floor you realized you didn’t know which room was his.
You laughed, thinking about how fucking helpless you had been recently. Calling out for all these men to help you. This wasn’t who you were. What the fuck happened to you? When did you become so weak? “Yoongi?” You shouted through the hall, hoping that someone would come out, and if it not him they could direct you to him. A door opened. Funnily enough the room was at the same spot as yours, just on a different floor.
“Y/n?” Yoongi was shirtless, a towel around his neck and his sweats still on. You ogled at the way his chains sat on his bare chest, and so badly wanted him to turn around so you could see his tattoos. “Everything okay?”
“Uh” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry if this is unprofessional” Don’t be sorry. You’re a bad bitch. This shit doesn’t phase you. “I mean. I got fucking locked out. You mind if I crash at your place, I’m just really tired and I had a really long night, I can barely even--”
Yoongi nodded, slipping back into his apartment so fast you didn’t get a chance to see him turn around. You pouted, but followed him inside.
He seemed to have gone to the bathroom. You carefully closed his door and looked around. His apartment was really nice. As expected, he had lots of awards on display, fancy speakers and expensive looking furniture. What was surprising to you was the lack of drugs. Jimin always had a mess of pills on his kitchen table, and you had assumed all music industry people were like that. You wondered if Yoongi used anything. He probably didn’t, considering how goddamn perfect he is.
“You can sleep in my room if you want” Yoongi emerged, now clothed, again to your disappointment. He fiddled with a watch on his wrist. Hey that’s the same watch as-- “I need to step out for a bit. Make yourself at home” He gestured towards his bedroom door. You nodded, thanking him as you watched him grab his own keys and head out the door.
Just as the door closed your phone began to ring. You hadn’t even realized you still had it. You should’ve just called Jungkook you dumbass. You regretted drinking as much as you had last night. Glancing at your phone, your heart skipped a beat seeing that it was Hobi calling.
“My god, are you okay?” You cried out, answering immediately.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at my apartment. What happened, are you guys okay?”
“Yes we’re fine. Namjoon got beat up pretty bad...no idea what that was about, but then Jungkook found us while he was out finishing a deal. Are you okay?" You gulped.
“Yeah I’m okay. I’m glad you both are safe. Are you going to report it to the police?”
You heard Hobi chuckle, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. It was probably Jimin or somebody involved in all that fight betting, gambling bullshit. I really need to knock some sense into Namjoon’s head and get him out of that scene” You sighed. You never wanted to go through anything like this ever again. It was probably best if you stayed away from Death Valley for good.
“Y/n...I” Hobi inhaled sharply, “I wanted to say I’m sorry for ignoring you. I wont anymore okay. Life is too short for bullshit. Do you...wanna go out sometime? Like on a date?” You felt a warm hug envelop your heart as a smile spread across your lips. You giggled.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Good.” You could hear his goofy smile somehow, “See you soon baby girl” You shut your phone off and make your way into Yoongi’s room. It was a stunning room--super high tech with LED strip lights and a huge mirror wall across the bed. You threw yourself onto the inviting mattress, burying your face in his soft pillows as you finally let the heavy weight of sleep take you over.
Hands trailed up your legs, grabbing at your bare ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Fuck” You heard you felt a slap to your skin. The hands gripped your waist, pulling you back. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulders as you realized your arms were spread wide out, handcuffed to something. A hand grabbed the back of your head and shoved it down into the pillow, muffling your breath. You tried to groan out as you felt a cock push inside you “Yoongi” You whined, “Yoongi I want more”
“You’re beautiful” You hear him say, making you smile internally while your face continued to get smushed further into the pillow. You choked out as he quickly began thrusting into you.
“Fuck” You cried out as a pleasure unlike anything before hit you “More...please” You urged him on “Faster Yoongi....please go faster I need” You panted, barely able to breathe “I need you...please”
You woke up with a start, blinking as the early rays of the morning sun filtered through tinted windows. You sighed, feeling your pussy clench in defeat as your dream ended a bit too soon. You were in Yoongi’s bed, however you were tucked in, and you realized that you were wearing different clothes. His clothes. You looked around but Yoongi wasn’t there. Checking your phone, you see more missed calls from Namjoon along with a long array of texts that you knew youd have to read eventually. You crawled out of bed, looking at yourself in Yoongi’s large mirror wall.
You walked out of his bedroom to see him sitting at his kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop with a Redbull and a bagel out by him. You noticed that he was wearing glasses, and that his hair was still messy from sleep. He regarded you as you entered the kitchen.
“Sleep well?” He asked kindly. You nodded. “Would you like something to eat? You seemed pretty hungover. Better get some food into your system” He pushed the bagel towards you. You hadn’t realized it but you were starving. You ravished the bagel rapidly, not even caring that your boss was right in front of you. Or that you were literally in his house wearing his clothes. “Is everything okay Y/n? You seemed frazzled yesterday” You stared at him, mouth stuffed with food.
“Um” You quickly swallowed, “I actually got kidnapped” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows with concern.
“Come again?”
“Yeah. Do you know Death Valley? I was there with” Should you tell him you were there with coworkers? Probably not “...Friends and we blacked out and someone literally kidnapped us. But luckily the cops found us”
“Cops?”
“Yeah. I didn’t get hurt or anything but it was just scary” Yoongi closed his laptop and stared at you.
“I’m...so sorry you had to go through that. Please, feel free to take the day off if you need to, that sounds really traumatic” You shook your head, but your heart glowed at how sweet he was. Behind that cold expression, you realized that he actually seemed like a really caring guy.
“Thanks Yoongi, but I’m okay. I’m strong” You affirmed more to yourself than to him. Yoongi’s eyes flashed with amusement at your statement “I think I’ll head back to my place, I uh...can call a friend to let me in”
“Alright. Just take care of yourself okay?” You thanked him, before grabbing your things and heading out.
Upon reaching your own apartment door you knocked again, hoping Jungkook made it home in one piece.
“Y/n, is that you?” You sighed with relief that you were finally going to be let inside. The door swung open.
“Thank God, I literally--” You froze.
Standing in front of you was not Jungkook.
No.
It was Taehyung.
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a/n: yoongi really be melting our hearts like butter. ha. i dont know if my hints and stuff are like...making sense? I hope so lol. more jimin next week i promise! and all you jin and yoongi people just TRUST ME. it’s all coming. ;) as always, thank you for reading & have a great day <3 part 3′s smut pairs are up on the series masterlist! see you next week ;)
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death valley (m) | part 4
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader (ABOUT DAMN TIME)
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 8k
warnings: reader discretion is very much advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, yandere behaviors, sex while intoxicated, oral sex (f and m), machoism/pain kink, manipulation, fighting, blood, masterbation, you’ll either fall in love with this yoongi or hate his guts there’s no in between, breath play, branding, choking, borderline abusive behavior, voyeurism, reader is a MESS, HEAVY DRUG USE, character injuries
a/n: im sorry for this lol, had to balance out the yoongi fluff. we’re getting into the more yandere/edgy side of this story so, be careful and dont read if it makes you uncomfortable
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Taehyung had been at the hospital all night, catering to Jimin’s every need. As in, making sure his enemies stayed the fuck away from him while he was down, and ensuring that business went about smoothly. He had a knack for these things after all, and he really did love his work. Even if it did seem immoral, Taehyung felt that there was nothing wrong with what he did. People had needs, he had a product to fulfill them. Maybe some people got hurt along the way but every business was like that.
He knew you would be coming at some point, and he was excited to see you. You had looked incredible last night, the image burned into his mind. But you wouldn’t be coming to see him, no, you would be coming for Jimin.
Jimin had told Taehyung that he was going to try to be better to you. Deep down he didn’t think Jimin was capable of that, but as he returned to the hospital room, seeing you looking so worried had him thinking otherwise. He had advised Jimin on the roses and candles thinking that you would hate it.
You were on the phone when he arrived, standing in the corner and whispering away. Standing on the other side of the room was a man who Taehyung was familiar with, but he knew that the same was not true the other way around. “You must be Hoseok” He reached a hand out and Hobi shook it politely, “I am a friend of Jimin’s. He speaks very highly of your work. My name is Taehyung.”
Hobi smiled, always loving compliments. “Hi, nice to meet you too. It’s so terrible what happened to him” Hobi tried to pull his hand away but Taehyung tightened his grip, causing his face to drop into a confused frown. He then released him, giggling slightly.
“Honestly it was bound to happen at some point” Taehyung chuckled. “But you know, the police are saying it probably wasn’t an accident. It was intentional” He grinned widely and looked dead into Hobi’s eyes.
Hobi blinked back at him, “That’s terrible, why would anyone...” Taehyung burst into a fit of laughter, causing Hobi to shift uncomfortably.
“I’m just kidding” Taehyung pat his back playfully. You ended your call, coming to meet the two boys. You hugged Taehyung tightly, burying your face into his chest, unable to see the way Hobi’s eyes flashed with irritation.
“How is he?” You asked, looking up at him. Taehyung simply shrugged, quickly glancing down to check his watch.
“Not great. Doctor’s say he will live, in fact he should be conscious by the end of the day, but they still have to run tests to see if he got any brain damage. Obviously he can afford the best care out there so I’m not too worried about it”
You nodded, glancing back at Jimin one last time, “Well, I better head home. Call me if you need anything?” You squeezed Taehyung’s arm affectionately as he nodded.
“You too. Don’t worry too much” You smiled at him, waving awkwardly to Hobi as you left. You wondered what you would spend the day doing. You figured you could just spend the day with Jungkook and Namjoon, they knew the area better than you did. You unlocked your door and stepped in. Your blood ran cold.
Everything was ruined. The place was an absolute mess--television shattered, chairs thrown around, as if a hurricane had flown through. Your breathing quickened as you looked around frantically.
“Jungkook?” You had made it home too late last night to check on him, and even this morning you weren’t entirely certain you had seen him. You assumed he was still asleep. But now the boy was no where to be seen. Did he do this?
You stepped into your apartment, careful with your footwork, not wanting to step on the scraps of broken furniture that scattered across your floor. A crumbled sheet of paper was on the remnants of your kitchen counter.
Moved out. Sorry. Be safe. - JK
The paper dropped from your hand as you were too shocked and confused to even comprehend his words. Where do I go? You fumbled in your purse for your phone, scrolling to your contacts. Jin. Jin. Jin. You dialed his number, only to get him at voicemail. Fuck okay. Then who? You quickly left your apartment, taking care to really lock the door.
You were embarrassed to say the least as you found yourself yet again at Yoongi’s doorstep. That’s what you get for letting a shady drug dealer stay with you. Yoongi opened the door, looking not so much surprised as expectant.
“You have the day off Y/n” He said in place of a greeting.
“No I know, and I don’t mean to bother you on your day off...” Yoongi waved away your concerns, allowing you to step inside. He shut the door, locking it with a click, so soft you thought you may have imagined it. You continued to explain, “My place got robbed. I sorta had a roommate and I guess he moved out...and now the place is trashed” Yoongi raised his eyebrows.
“Always something interesting happening to you” He almost laughed. You nodded sheepishly, “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, I don’t really have any plans for the day.” You thanked him eagerly, following him into his kitchen. “Do you think it was your roommate? Who trashed your apartment?” You were surprised at his interest. You assumed he would have just ignored you after letting you in.
“I guess it could be. I don’t think he is a bad person but I guess a lot of evidence is pointing otherwise.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “I’ll let the police know, hopefully they will figure it out.” You noticed the soft tapping of his fingers on the counter, fingers that were now much closer to your own than they were a second ago. You met his eyes briefly before focusing back on the way you fingers slightly stretched out, seeking his touch. He pulled his hand away quickly.
“Would you like to do something?” He asked, speaking confidently but nerves evident in the way his voiced wavered “I was going to just play around in my home studio all day but if there’s something else..” You shook your head.
“If it’s okay with you, that sounds great”
Maybe the universe had decided to take pity on you. About damn time. Yoongi welcomed you into his private studio--he had two in his home, but the other was locked up. He said he just kept old instruments in there now.
He brought out his guitar and began strumming along. You sat by his side, watching in awe as his fingers effortlessly played out beautiful progressions. “I heard you used to be Jimin’s fan” Yoongi stated. You blushed.
“Oh yeah. I was obsessed. Would go to every single one of his shows, hung out with his band and staff. I was a total groupie. He’s met me he just doesn’t remember it” You sighed ironically, “I mean why would he”
“You’re hard to forget” Yoongi stated, bringing an even deeper flush to your face. His words were flirtatious, but his voice steady. He played a few more chords, “I’ve known Jimin for a very...very long time. I’m surprised he’s so interested in you. You’re not really his usual type” He squints at you, “Really makes me wonder why. Who are you Y/n?” He sets his guitar aside, handing it to you. “You try”
It had been a while since you played guitar. You recalled learning a few things back in the day when you would wait backstage of Jimin’s performances. You nervously began to strum, watching as Yoongi nodded in approval. He knelt down next to you, wrapping his hand around yours, on the neck of the instrument. His fingers matched yours, guiding them into different positions, while his other hand remained on the small of your back. “There you go. Perfect” He glanced at your face, brows furrowed in focus “Just perfect”
He shifted, taking a seat behind as he wrapped his other arm around you, over yours landing on the strings. With his chin on your shoulder, he guided your hands into playing fun upbeat riff. You giggled as he got into a rhythm, letting him puppet your fingers beneath his. He smelled like heaven--clean like sheets of fresh linen. The heat of his body radiated through you, and you felt your heart beat faster and faster. Yoongi was humming softly to himself along with the music.
His hands came to a still, and the whole world seemed to freeze around you. All you could hear was the numbing pounds of your own heart. Your voice in your head begging it to quiet down. He didn’t move. You didn’t move.
“Y/n” His lips were so incredibly close to your neck it had you shivering. You let out a gasp, wanting to reel it back as soon as it left you because Yoongi then moved away from you instantly.
You didn’t even wanna know how flustered you must have looked, but Yoongi seemed unfazed.
You had made plans to meet Jin later that afternoon, informing Yoongi that you would return in a few hours. He kindly offered to drive you where you needed to go and you agreed.
After all, how could you refuse such a sweet guy.
-
Jin’s knee bounced rapidly as he waited for you in the parking lot of a nearby strip mall. He wondered if the man from earlier may have kidnapped you or something, he shuddered recalling the words we’ll deliver her right to you.
He saw a glimpse of your face, smiling as you chatted with the man driving you. Jin’s entire body froze with fear. It’s him. He met the man’s eyes briefly as you stepped out of the car. The man smirked at him, bringing a finger to his lips, before then making a finger gun and pointing it at you, reminding Jin what was at stake. He slightly nodded his head as you entered his passenger seat, and the man drove away, satisfied.
You turned as much as you could to face him. You noticed the lack of color in his face right away. “Who was that?” His voice was weak. You scrunched your eyebrows.
“Are you for real? You’re chasing down Jimin and you don’t know Yoongi? They’re pretty close...he’s his producer. He’s my boss too. My place got robbed and I have to stay with him for a bit. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer”
“Uh yeah...sorry about that” Jin cleared his throat, “Anyways, I looked into what you told me so far. I wanted to go over some details with you” You nodded, “You’re saying that it is possible that Jung Hoseok kidnapped you and Namjoon. Can I know where or who was the source of the pills you took that evening?”
Your eyes widened. You hadn’t even thought of that, “Oh...Namjoon brought them but Jungkook gave them to him”
Jin stroked his chin in thought, “Right. I figured. And do you know where Jimin was when all this happened?” You shook your head again.
“What about Kim Taehyung? He’s his friend, and a gangster. He found cameras in my apartment that apparently Jungkook put in my place”
Jin paused for a moment, “Wow... You’re in deep. Do you think it was possible that Jungkook kidnapped you guys?”
“No, he’s the one who found them”
“So he says” Jin shrugged, pulling out his phone to type in some notes.
“I really doubt it was Jungkook. He’s Namjoon’s friend”
“Friends don’t drug friends, putting them in near death situations” Jin stated blandly. You felt squeamish. “Plus he randomly moved in with you? That’s suspicious. And Jungkook also wasn’t at Jimin’s little soiree when the accident happened?” You nodded, “Who was there?”
“Taehyung...and Yoongi” Jin raised his eyebrows.
“Yoongi was at the party? Really? Huh” He bit his lip, “But Yoongi drives a black cadillac? And so does Namjoon?”
“Namjoon also hates Jimin, he thinks Jimin made him lose and I think he might also be jealous of him. Jimin has never seemed to care much about Namjoon either way though” You mentioned, “But whoever kidnapped us didn’t like Namjoon because they beat him up pretty bad”
“Does anyone have a reason not to like Namjoon?” You laughed at the question.
“I mean I don’t think so, but” You gulped, “Hobi might have...been jealous. Or or or!” A thought came to you, “He’s in the Death Valley gang right? Maybe they were like punishing him for not beating you?”
Jin considered your idea. “And does anyone have a reason not to like Jimin...besides Namjoon?” You shook your head.
“Maybe Hobi again, if he was jealous but he didn’t know that I..” You trailed off.
“That you were sleeping with Jimin?” Jin grinned, before setting his phone down and letting out a deep sigh. “Wow well...this is a lot to work with. While Jimin is out of commission, I think it would be wise to go after Jungkook. The lower workers of gangs often have a lot of contacts and information. Tell me Y/n,” He placed a hand on your knee, “Would you be willing to do something for me?”
It was a simple request. Jin needed you to find out a location. The place where he suspected that the King as he began to refer to him as, might be found. The place the drugs were being made and distributed. You were to manipulate Jungkook and have him take you there, and then tell Jin where the action was taking place.
You had no idea where Jungkook was though, so you called Namjoon. Namjoon texted you an address, and Jin dropped you there. It was a ways out from the city, which made you a bit nervous. You arrived at what seemed to be a mansion. "Take this” Jin handed you a small bug, “To record him in case. Call if you need me okay. I’ll make sure you’re always safe, I promise” You nodded, thanking him before heading into the house.
You rang the doorbell, feeling greatly underdressed for a place of this grandeur, in nothing but a graphic tee you borrowed from Yoongi and your shorts. Jungkook answered, freezing upon seeing you--eyes wide. He’s still so fucking cute. Even if he probably is really dangerous.
“You shouldn’t be here” Jungkook stammered, diverting his eyes from yours. He twiddled his fingers as you scoffed.
“What the hell happened to my apartment? Why did you move out?” Jungkook sighed, stepping back so you could walk inside. The house was insane--a modern crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling between two long sets of stairs. The walls were a cool grey. “Do you live here?” He nodded.
“Yeah uh...job pays well” He gave your a sheepish smile. You gaped at him, as he led you to one of many sitting rooms. “You look good” You took a seat in front of him.
Do whatever you need to do. I’ll keep you safe. Jin’s words came back to you. How can I get him to take me there? “Look, I don’t care what you did...how could you leave me without saying goodbye?” You blinked at him innocently. “I really like you, and I liked living with you. I trusted you”
“I didn’t want to baby” He bent down to kiss your knees, hand stroking your legs. “Of course I didn’t want to leave. I had to, to protect Namjoon. They were gonna kill him if I didn’t leave you alone. Y/n I’m...not someone you should be around. I’m a bad guy. I do bad things.”
“Let me decide that for myself. Show me who you really are. I’m not afraid of you” Total lie. You were scared shitless. But as the boy’s wavering eyes looked up at you, you pitied him. It must be lonely doing what he does. All this money, but no one to share it with. Dangerous...but still human.
And so you convinced him. Using your charms and exploiting the fact that a guy like him was young at lonely at heart. You didn’t feel great about it, but you knew it had to be done. To your surprise, he brought you to Death Valley.
The bar was closed--it was far too early. But Jungkook went around to the back. You followed him as he lead you through an entrance. It didn’t go into the main place, but instead you found yourself at an elevator. He held your hand tightly as he pressed in a keycode to activate the elevator.
“This is where the magic happens” He speaks confidently, and you can tell he feels comfortable in this place. The doors slide open to reveal a clandestine drug lab. There were beakers, pressure canisters, all sorts of machinery lined up along the walls. In the back you could see a garden of what you assumed was weed. It was a fairly large space, you assumed it was the whole basement of Death Valley.
“Wow” Jungkook bent down to shuffle through some things until he pulled out a duffel bag, unzipping it to reveal stacks of cash. You had never seen so much money in your life.
“This isn’t even a dent of what we get” He says, taking a wad and handing it to you, “Smell it. It’s fun” You took the money, flipping through it and inhaling the scent of richness. For a moment you wondered what would happen if you just kept it, but you knew Jungkook could easily destroy you if he needed to. Best not to play around. You handed the money back.
You paced around the lab, looking at things with great interest. “Hey Y/n” You turned to see Jungkook holding up a small ziplock with what looked like syringes. “You wanna? On the house” He winked shyly.
“Sure”
You followed Jungkook back to his car, sliding into the backseat so that he could administer the drugs to you properly. This is the same guy who almost killed your friend. What the fuck are you doing right now? Your mind was already in shambles. Whether it was the guilt of manipulating Jungkook, the stress of being in the situation you were in, or the strong desire you had to just go wild and forget about your idol being unconscious and your home being trashed.
You watched as Jungkook injected the liquid into your forearm, kissing the skin after tossing the syringe aside. He proceeded to inject himself and you felt comforted that he was accompanying you. “Don’t worry. This isn’t too strong”
He was probably talking to you but you felt a wave of serenity take over you making the world around you go quiet. Lost in thought, you began to smile. In a way, you felt elated. Your life was amazing. What were you worried about? Looking at the attractive man who was smiling like a puppy, so eager to please you, you couldn’t remember why you had been so stressed out.
You wanted to give him everything. He deserved everything. “Jungkook” You mumbled, throwing your body onto his and pushing him back. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. You inhaled him, he was sweating slightly, likely nervous while showing you the lab. You shut your eyes and allowed yourself to simply feel the way his chest was rising and falling underneath yours. He began to fondle your ass.
“You know. I thought living with you would mean I would get to fuck you more often” Jungkook smiled widely. You sat up. Your sex life had felt so dramatic lately, you frowned thinking back to Jimin’s little show. That wasn’t you--you wanted to have fun. You wanted to go insane. Jungkook was perfect--Jungkook was everything. You could fuck him over and over again any way you wanted. Why did you ever doubt that?
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard” You pleaded, rolling your hips into him slightly. Jungkook’s eyes flashed.
“Yeah?” He sat up, pushing you off of him, “Get fucking naked and bend over you slut” You melted at the word. Excitement soared through you as the two of you stripped down to nothing, Jungkook not missing a beat to harshly grab your breasts as you got into position.
“I want it hard. Really hard.” You begged. Jungkook nodded. “Slap me, pull my hair, use me, I don’t care I just need it. Now” Your whining was turning him on. He had never seen you like this.
“Anything you want baby” He smacked your ass, watching the skin jiggle before he made his way behind you, bent over your frame as you gripped the edge of the carseat. His head brushed against the top of the car--it was far from comfortable. He slid his hands under your arms and pinched your nipples tightly, then proceeded to slide his hands up to your neck. “Is this okay?”
“Shut up” You snapped, “You’re a bad guy aren’t you Kook? Show me. Be bad. Destroy me please” He trembled slightly. You feel him stroke his cock, his hand brushing up against the bottom of your stomach as he pressed his lips onto the back of your shoulder. He pulled your hair, causing you to groan in pleasure. The pain. The pain was so good.
What were you doing? Did you miss Jimin? You were guilty. He was in the hospital because of you wasn’t he. Thoughts ran rampant in your mind as Jungkook guided his cock inside of you.
“So...fucking” He pushed deep into you, “Tight...fuck” He exhaled heavily, hugging himself onto your back.
“Fuck me Jungkook. Fuck me like a toy” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he pulled out of you, thrusting back with full force. The car creaked at the pressure.
“Just like that, please...please” You begged desperately, prompting Jungkook to piston in and out of you like he never had before. He clawed at your shoulders, digging his nails into you as you screamed out his name.
“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He whined, eyes glued to the way his cock sunk into you. He smacked your ass, “Such a fucking slut”
“Yes I wanna be a slut. I wanna be your slut” You cried out, burying your head into the seat. He slapped you again before gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him. Your head kept hitting the seat over and over again. “More...MORE” You growled. Jungkook tried to go faster but he physically couldn’t. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted to enjoy this. But you were losing your mind. You wanted to pass out. You wanted to disappear.
Jungkook nipped at your ear, “God I missed your pussy, so fucking good for me, takes me so fucking well” He was close, but he wanted you to come. He reached his hand down to your clit and began to rub you rapidly.
You tilted your head back in pleasure as the feeling of his large fingers on your clit drove you into a frenzy. Seeing you so fucked out turned him on even more, and he came quickly, shamelessly, deep inside you. You tumbled down, but Jungkook continued to touch you, soon throwing your legs over his shoulders and pushing his tongue deep inside you.
You closed your thighs onto his head, pulling his hair as you continued to scream. “God yes...fuck...fuck” You looked out the window briefly. Your eyes landed on a car that had parked next to the two of you.
You squinted as Jungkook continued to eat you out, soon recognizing Jin’s handsome face. He watched intently, his eyes shot with lust. You moaned, not breaking eye contact with Jin for a second as Jungkook lapped away at your juices.
“I’m...I’m” You bit your lip and your hips jerked forward. You squirted all over Jungkook’s face, screaming at the top of your lungs. Jungkook caught you in an embrace as you fell back with exhaustion, almost falling off the seats.
Jungkook stroked you affectionately, kissing you softly and mumbling apologies to your body for his roughness. You heard a tap on the window. Jungkook jumped as he saw Jin, covering you immediately. He rolled down the window.
“If you guys are finished, I can drop her home” He smiled charmingly. You laughed. Everything slowed. Somehow Jin and Jungkook had gotten you back into your clothes and into his car. Somehow Jin had put up with you--a mess of laughing fits as he returned to your apartment. Somehow you found your way back home.
-
You giggled, tumbling into the hallway before you pulled your way to Yoongi’s door. You had no idea what time it must have been, but hopefully he was asleep. You fumbled with the lock, unable to correctly insert the key with how your eyes were rendered useless. You tripped over your own feet, falling with a soft thud onto the carpeted hall.
The door opened, and you looked up, squinting to see Yoongi. You expected that he would look annoyed, but no--this man looked furious. Nevertheless he took a deep breath and crouched down to you, taking your hands in his own.
“Come on” He urged as he carefully helped you stand. You shifted your weight, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you latched on for dear life. Yoongi’s touch was tender, not at all manhandling you. He led you to the kitchen and helped you onto a stool before turning the facet on to get you some water. He handed you a glass but you simply blinked, mind numb but seriously wondering how exactly Yoongi had managed to turn upside down.
He sighed and pushed the glass to your lips, softly pulling your head back to allow you to drink the cool liquid. You drank a few sips before choking, Yoongi stopped, wiping your mouth with the bottom of his shirt. Unlucky for you that you missed a glimpse at his abs. Your head landed on his shoulder as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and fascination.
“Yoooooooongi” You drew out the vowel, attempting to be cute when you looked anything but. “You” You tapped his chest as he raised his eyebrows at you “Youuuu are Yooooongi.” You burst into a fit of giggles, almost falling back before you feel Yoongi’s chest against your back, preventing you from tipping over. He grips your shoulders softly.
“Yes, I am Yoongi” He speaks to you straightforwardly, as if you were perfectly sane and make a perfectly sane statement. He steadied your balance before going over the his refrigerator. The cold air washed over him as he scanned for something to feed you and help you through the state you were in.
Yoongi wasn’t the best at taking care of himself--besides the Red Bulls and various types of fruits in his possession, he didn’t have much else to offer you. He sighed before slamming the fridge shut and moving instead to search his cabinets. His eyes zero in on a pack of ramen noodles.
He quickly begins to boil some water, preparing the quick dish for you as you began to mumble incoherently. “Yooooooongi. You are Yoooongi. Mr. Min Yooooongi”
Yoongi hummed his agreement in response, as he dropped in the noodle pack and spices, stirring the pot. He turned back to face you as the meal cooked, leaning forward against the counter. You smiled lazily at him.
“You’re hot” You puckered your lips at him and blew him air kisses “I wanna kiss you Mr. Min Yoongi MWAH”
The edge of his lips curved into a smirk, he looked from your eyes down your body and back up, shaking his head in amusement. He turned back around to stir the noodles. They looked about done. He grabbed a bowl and poured them out, taking a pair of chopsticks and stirring the soupy dish around. He came to your side, lifting up some noodle with the chopsticks and blowing at it furiously, trying to lessen the heat so he could get the food into you as quickly as possible.
“Open up” He brought the bowl to your face to feed you. Your lips parted, allowing him to push the steaming noodles in. You slurped as he retracted his hand, getting ready with another bite. This went on, and he slowly fed you not minding how sloppily you took the food.
“That’s yummy” You remarked. Yoongi set down the bowl before bringing his hand to your face. He wiped off the stains that had formed all over the edges of your lips with his thumb, letting his finger roll over the plump skin before pushing his finger into your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his thumb. You looked at him with large eyes as he attempted to remove his finger only for you to grab his wrist and keep him where he was.
Yoongi gulped as you took hold of his hand and continued to suck his thumb, mimicking a certain obscenity that had his eyes darkening. He trembled slightly.
“Y/n” His voice was reprimanding, and you released his thumb reluctantly, your lips smacking as he drew away from you. He stared down at his hand, thumb covered in your saliva. He chuckled slightly before looking back at you, running the side of his thumb over his lips, wiping you off of his own tongue.
You didn’t realize you had moaned at the gesture, but Yoongi definitely had. He moved in closer to you, standing between your legs and gliding his fingers oh so softly over your tingling skin. You felt shy suddenly, looking away.
Yoongi just watched you, smiling to himself as you unraveled in blushes under his gaze. You felt overwhelmed. How could he do this all simply by looking at you?
He didn’t dare step any closer, but continued to run his fingers up and down your skin, leaving a burning trail wherever they touched. You squirmed, grabbing his hands and pressing them to lie flat against your thighs. Yoongi gave you an innocently confused look.
“You’re teasing me” You pouted. Yoongi shook his head.
“I’m not doing anything my love” He pulled his hands back, “Not yet” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, emptying one into his hand. He took the pill and slid it into your mouth, you gulped it down.
“Good girl. That’ll help you get some sleep” Yoongi stroked your hair, “Come on, you can sleep on my bed tonight” You nodded excitedly. Yoongi turned, motioning for you to hop onto his back, which you were more than eager to do. His hands cupped the underside of your thighs as he lifted you off the stool and towards his room, dropping you off carefully on his bed.
“Let’s get you changed” He muttered, “Can you change by yourself love?” He dropped to his knees in front of you. You attempted to sit up, shaking your head. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close and gathering himself before he then reached to unbutton your shorts.
He tried to look away as he pulled them off your body, you legs rising to help him. He tossed them aside as you laid back down on the mattress.
“Wait” Yoongi pursed his lips, as you let your eyes flutter close. He straddled you carefully, making sure not to touch you any more than he had to. He stared at your chest, wondering how to take off the black tank top you had on. Wondering if you even were wearing anything under it because he had a feeling you weren’t.
He let his fingers slide under the thin straps, tugging them down as they revealed the tops of your breasts. He gulped, furrowing his brows. “Come on it’s nothing you haven’t already seen” He mumbled softly to himself before yanking the straps down completely to your wrists, you breasts popping out of their constraints.
He could feel his pants tightening as he wrestled the top off of you. He jumped off of you quickly, clutching his rapidly beating heart and panting heavily. “Fuck” He glanced back at you, now topless in nothing but your panties.
His whole body was shaking, trying to convince himself to stop looking but you were too angelic. Your body seemed to call his name. He bit down on his lip, clenching his fists and digging his nails in. In a burst of self control he quickly pulled his own shirt off and pulled it over your unsuspecting head. Finally you were covered.
Yoongi’s cock was throbbing, the image of your body so clear in his mind. He let out a shaky breath. He dropped back down to his knees, looking at the way your legs were ever so slightly spread still. He leaned his face in closer, closing his eyes as his nose brushed against the insides of your thighs, not daring to get too close.
He inhaled sharply, reaching his hand down to slide down his pajamas, his cock popping out, eager and ready. He gulped as he began stroking himself, careful to not move too much, careful to keep his eyes closed. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, not like this. As his hand began pumping himself furiously, he couldn’t help the painful cries that left his trembling lips.
He pulled his face away, opening his eyes to look at your blissfully sleeping state. “Fuck” He spit into his hand quickly before continuing to glide his firm grip over his cock.
His mind was in shambles. This is wrong. Stop it. Yoongi scolded himself. Your kind sleeping eyes seemed to coo him in comfort. It’s okay. She’s fine.
No. This is wrong. Yoongi screamed internally. But she wants me. She said that didn’t she? She’s barely conscious you fucking sicko.
Yoongi let out a loud whine before quickly running into the bathroom, trying to save your decency and his own, but finding release quickly in the privacy of his own space.
Maybe you were even now. He just did that, and you had pissed him off by coming home high out of your mind, and so late. Yeah. Yeah that’s fair.
He returned to tuck you into the covers before he himself slid into the bed next to you. He turned off the lights, rolling over to find some rest of his own. It’s entirely possible that he was conscious as he pressed up against you, carefully pulling you into a soft embrace. How could he know? It was impossible to see after all.
The next morning you knew you were in for it, as you waddled into the kitchen, still sore from last nights...endeavors. Yoongi seemed to be wiping something off of his kitchen knife. He set down the utensil and gave you a stern look.
“I--” You began but Yoongi set his hand up. “Where the hell were you last night?” His voice frightened you. He was pissed, jaw clenched as he made his way over to you, “Answer me right now!” He growled. “Who were you with huh? Were you at Death Valley?” You didn’t answer, too astounded by his fuming rage. He grabbed your shoulders and gripped them firmly, shaking you.
“Yoongi you’re hurting me” You squeaked out, only causing him to tighten his grip. “Fuck you, I don’t have to tell you anything! You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t own me.” You laughed darkly. Yoongi pushed you back against the wall, caging your head between his forearms. He was so so close to you, you felt his whole body against yours.
Your eyes shifted from his lips back to him, crossing pathways with his gaze to see his eyelids flutter. His lips parted ever so slightly, and you clenched your hand into a fist, waiting. He leans in, and so do you. You could almost taste him. Your knees went weak, and you felt a surge of heat within you. Please.
He hesitated, and you felt like he was about to pull away. You quickly grabbed his collar and slid your lips onto his, kissing him softly. You melted into him. He tasted as sweet as you had hoped, if not sweeter. Your hands trembled as you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of him. Something...something so beautiful flew through your veins. You wanted to feel everything he had to give you, and you wanted him to feel everything you had to give him too. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
Yoongi backed away with a start, leaving you panting heavily. You searched his eyes for a reaction, heart dropping when you saw none. Until he cupped your chin and brought his lips back on you. He deepened the kiss, hands traveling down your sides. He pressed his hips into you as your arms wrapped around his neck, clenching his hair.
He took a deep breath, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Turn around” And you obeyed. He tore your clothes off harshly, not caring as the fabric would yank against you. Once you were naked, you heard him shuffle around. It sounded like he was grabbing something.
Suddenly you felt something incredibly hot against your neck. Yoongi pushed your hair away and your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. He slowly traced something and you screamed. He was branding you.
He blew at your neck, attempting to ease the burn as he continued to slowly carve letters on the back of your neck. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want to stop him. You sobbed at the pain, but you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, craving him more and more.
“Yoongi” You cried, hearing him shush you. Finally the burn stopped, leaving only the searing after pain of the letters burned into your skin. He appeared to rub some sort of cream over, providing some cooling relief. You groaned, the numbness feeling so good after the scorching heat. He brought his lips over the scar.
“Look at me” He grabbed your jaw and turned you back towards him. He too was now undressed. You saw that he had set a lighter and a branding iron on his table. He grasped your neck, “I love you”
Your vision went hazy but you nodded, unsure if you had actually heard him say it or if you were imagining things. He took your breast into his mouth, biting harshly as you yelped out. He loved hearing you cry, it drove him wild. He continued to suckle you as he smacked your throbbing pussy.
“Fuck” You winced as he began to bite down and bruise your breasts. The pain overwhelmed you, you almost felt limp, but Yoongi held you up. You sank into him, exhausted already but Yoongi was just getting started.
Was this a dream? He helped you down onto the floor, laying you on your back. He climbed over your practically lifeless body, trailing kisses up until he found your lips again.
“Yoongi” You sighed blissfully as he sucked on your lips. He moved to kissing your neck, biting down as you squirm. He traced a finger against you cunt and without warning he shoved it in. “Yoongi!” You screamed at his force. He was absolutely ruthless. He pumped his fingers quickly, adding another. You shut your eyes, focusing on the sound of your soaked walls. “It hurts. Yoongi it hurts” You choked, tears building in your eyes.
“I know baby. But you hurt me too. It’s only fair” He kissed you tenderly, “I love you so much. Next time it won’t hurt so much I promise” You were convinced that you were either asleep or hallucinating.
“Fuck me” You gasped as he dug his fingers deep inside you, “Just fuck me please” He let out a heavy sigh, removing his fingers from inside you before shoving them in your mouth.
“Not yet my love. Soon. But not yet” You coughed, unable to breathe. Yoongi removed his hand, covering his lips with yours one last time before slapping you clean across the face. You were out like a light. It’s a dream. It has to be.
-
The fight was today. It was all Namjoon could talk about at work. He asked you to come early to be with him while he warmed up, and you agreed, hoping that you would be able to keep an eye on him and make sure nothing sketchy was going on in the process.
During your lunch break, Jin picked you up and drove you somewhere hidden so you could update him on things.
“So death valley is the heart of all this huh?” He chuckled, “Listen, I didn’t tell you this earlier but...someone threatened me, and I have to throw the fight otherwise they’re gonna kill you.”
“Jin--” You started. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you.
“Not even a question, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I swear. I’ll lose, and then I’m gonna sneak down to the lab and see if I can find him. I’m assuming he will be collecting and storing the money he will win.”
“A...are you sure? Namjoon could really hurt you. He really wants to” You stated, chuckling bitterly. Jin squeezed your hand.
“This is my job. My fight. Literally. Just trust me, you’re gonna be safe”
You arrived to the arena early. It was empty, aside from a few staff members who appeared to be cleaning the place up. You made your way to the back doors, feeling a sense of dread as you walked along the familiar hallways that brought you into this mess in the first place.
“Namjoon?” You knew he was around there somewhere. You could hear the sound of a punching bag somewhere, following it until you arrived at a room. Namjoon was warming up, headphones over his ears blasting music. You smiled inwardly as you recognized the song. You walked in, causing Namjoon to finally notice your presence. He slide off his headphones, wiping his forehead off with the towel around his neck.
“Hey” He made his way to you, giving you a quick embrace. He was covered in sweat, you could tell he had been practicing for a while. “Thanks for coming. Being around you eases my nerves”
“Of course. You’re gonna do great okay”
Namjoon shook his head, “Y/n, this is it. If it win this fight I’m gonna be set. I can quit this for good. I can leave the gang I can go back and focus on my music again. I will. I promise you this.” You smiled fondly at his excitement, “But if I lose...I can’t...I can’t lose” You touched his arm.
“Namjoon. Look at me. You’re gonna do great okay, I believe in you” Namjoon grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, you almost screamed out in surprise. “Joon what the fuck?” He didn’t relent, holding you firmly against him as he kissed you long and hard. You could hear him whine softly through his kisses. He’s just nervous. I should help him out. You let your hand find the waistline of his shorts, tugging them down so you could palm his cock.
“Y/n...fuck” He groaned as you brought out his cock and began stroking it slowly, looking him in the eye. You left a trail of kisses down his chest, and he watched as you playfully licked his nipples a few times before lowering onto your knees.
“Poor baby” You mumbled as your lips covered his yearning tip. “My big strong little boy” Namjoon’s knees wobbled, “Let me help you baby” You ran your tongue across his cock.
Namjoon was impatient. He put his hands into your hair and pushed himself down your throat. You gagged as he cried out in pleasure. He clenched your scalp harshly, nails digging into you. Pain soared as he pulled your head back and forth forcefully. You let him do it. He was stressed after all.
“Your mouth feels so good” He cursed out as he began to rapidly thrust into you. You could barely breathe, saliva and his girth blocking your lungs. You could feel his cock twitch. It hurt...but seeing the bliss on his face made it worth it as he came quickly, shooting his hot load down your throat before releasing his grip on you. The movement was so sudden, your head fell back, neck straining with pain. You gasped for air, coughing everywhere. Your eyes were blurred with tears from pain. Namjoon didn’t notice, as he dressed himself back up and returned to warming up. You sat on the floor dazed.
You heard the door creak behind you, and turning to see it come to a close. Was someone watching? You laid back, feeling the cold concrete against your back, sighing deeply. You had a horrible...horrible feeling about this fight.
You found a seat in the arena after Namjoon left, ready to watch and support your friend. “Hey” Taehyung, as expected, climbed into the seat besides you, waving slightly, “Mind if I join you?”
You shook your head, “How is Jimin?”
Taehyung sighed and shrugged, “He’s awake now. Still waiting on test results but I took him back home. He’s resting. You should go see him when you can” You nodded, admiring the man next to you for how well he cared for his friend despite everything.
The lights dimmed, focus landing on the ring in front of you.
Namjoon came out, looking fierce and energized. You shouted proudly, cheering him on. Jin came out on the other side. You glanced at Taehyung who was simply watching carefully.
The second the ref began the match, Namjoon pounced on Jin. He quickly dodged him. They went on, back and forth. The crowd was wilding. Namjoon landed a blow on Jin, sending him flying back. He quickly got back up, ducking under Namjoon to push him down.
Your heart was racing, unsure of who you should really be hoping walks out a winner. You wanted Namjoon to win so he would just stop. But seeing Jin get hurt wasn’t a pleasant thought either, especially since your life almost depended on him.
“Yeah?” Taehyung answered a call, motioning to you that he would be right back. You continued to watch the fight, Namjoon grunted as he pummeled Jin with punches. Blood tricked from Jin’s lip, but he wiped it off.
Your stomach went queasy as you saw the expression on his face. You knew Jin was planning to lose, but in that moment you saw nothing but sheer fury in his eyes. He looked ready to kill.
As if the universe heard your thoughts, Jin planted a fierce uppercut, sending Namjoon flying onto the ground.
Your ears deafened as the cheers of the crowd faded against your pounding heart as Namjoon lay, knocked out completely. Blood leaked from his head. You looked around but Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.
Jin was declared the winner, but Namjoon didn’t stir. You felt faint. You tried to catch Jin’s attention, confused out of your mind at what you had just seen.
“Y/n” You turned to see that Taehyung had returned. He also looked worried and simultaneously pissed. “Let’s go. Now” He grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards the exit, almost running as he pushed aside the crowd.
“What’s going on? What are you doing?” You snapped at Taehyung as he practically threw you into a car. Another. Black. Cadillac?
“Shut up” He growled, “Or I’ll fucking make you” He hopped in the drivers seat and stepped on the gas.
“Wait! Where are you taking me? What about Namjoon? I have to see if he’s okay!” Taehyung ignored you, eyes glued to the road. “Taehyung stop the fucking car!” You shouted.
“Relax...you’re gonna be just fine” A voice came from the backseat, and you whirled around.
“My love”
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a/n: ooOOO. yoongi is a bad bad boy, but is he the bad bad boy??? ;) why did jin actually win the fight? was yoongi the one who threatened jin? (ok yes but why! he said he loves her!) the biggest prank--who hurt jimin! it couldnt have been tae or yoongi sooo
im like,,,trying to be subtle with the way i phrase things to give hints but idk if it actually comes across or if im just losing my mind. lmk lol
as always thanks for reading, have a great day and HAPPY BUTTER WEEK im sooo ready for this comeback. next update will be in a while, but its gonna be a sexxxxyyyy one:) (with less pain kink and like...literal abuse lol sorry about that uh...yeah) smut pairs up on the masterlist, stay tuneddd :))))
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soaked n’ slippery (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f.reader
genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, loss of innocence, childhood friends to lovers, fluff
summary: a horny jungkook finds it hard to focus when you decide to join him in the tub
wordcount: 2.4k
tw: explicit smut, super NEEDY!koo, you know how it is, cumming untouched, unprotected sex, koo is super whiny and horny, begging, pleading, neediness, attachment issues, slight manipulation, masturbation, breast play bc kook likes tiddiez, assume legal age, bathtub sex! slight obsessive themes (cute/immature way not creepy), stuttering, feverish behavior, innocent!koo & reader, inexperience
a/n: this is a drabble inspired by this request. its part of the touch me wherever au but can be read as a standalone! | masterlist

“Y/n” Jungkook’s head flew back, hitting the edge of the tub as he hissed your name. Hand gliding up and down his cock, mind completely blank. Except for you.
“It’s not FAIR” He yelled, tugging harshly at his length, wincing at the tight grip he was subjecting himself to. He didn’t want to jack off to you. He hated it. He wanted your hand on his cock. He wanted you to please him. It just didn’t hit the same, and if anything it just made him more frustrated.
The way you’d look at him, eyes glinting with mischief whenever the two of you would mess around. He wanted to see those eyes. He wanted you. Now.
It wasn’t his fault he felt like this. As if you even left him with any options, what with the way you’d eagerly volunteer to sit on his lap so that your friends could have places to sit. Even then, the bumpy roads would have you bouncing your ass on his lap. He’d groan, burying his face into the side of your chest. Then you’d turn, smile at him and giggle.
He’d drag you home, pull you into the bathroom. Skirt hitched high, panties cuffing your knees. He’d bend you over and slide his cock against you. A mumbling mess of words falling from his lips as he’d explain to you:
“C-can’t...I c-can’t hold back. I need this”
He really couldn’t. Jungkook tried but he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. So instead, he’d rub them against your clit, feeling how drenched your little panties got whenever he did.
Study sessions were spent humping one another like rabid animals in the corner of the library. Clothes on, voices hushed. He’d rut himself into your ass through his grey sweats, holding your breasts tight as he’d shush you, wiping his tears on the back of your shoulder.
It was a pain like no other. His head pounding, body aching with the craving of you. You. You. You. You were all he could think of and it drove him insane. He just needed to touch you, to take in your scent like it was the only air he could breath. He wanted to hold you, to feel your skin hot against his own. His mind went haywire as he pumped harder.
His grip tightened, tugging relentlessly at his length as he whined. He was so incredibly close. The end was in sight. The thought of you, oh your pretty lips and pretty eyes.
"Oh Y/n...fuck...please Y/n please” He cried, eyes shutting as he felt tears building in them. He told himself it was because of the soap in his eyes but deep down he knew he just couldn’t bear the sensation of you.
A soft tapping echoed through the room.
“Jungkook?”
He clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. Cock throbbing in his palm under the warm water as he inhaled sharply.
“Hey Kook...can I come in? The other bathrooms are taken"
Shuddering, he gulped. The dryness in his throat, evident as he called back.
“Um. Y-yeah”
He slid his back against the porcelain edge of the tub, sinking as deep as he could, hoping to hide the guilt flushing his cheeks. He heard the door open and shut. Footsteps getting nearer and nearer and nearer until--
Jungkook jumped. Feeling your soft hand on his bare shoulder. Suddenly your face was right there. Right next to him. Biting down on his lip hard, he looked into your eyes. Mistake.
He came everywhere.
You smiled at him brightly, blinking innocence, not noticing the white liquid shooting up beneath the soapy suds. Jungkook’s face was aflame. He was terrified. Ashamed.
Wordlessly you began to kick off your leggings. Jungkook’s eyes caught by the skin of your thighs, unable to look away from the way your bright blue panties snuggly hugged your figure.
It looked so...warm. He wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh. He wanted to bury his head between your legs and never leave. You must smell so good, the thought alone making his heart race.
“W-what are you doing?” His voice was breathless. Under the water his cock twitched, begging for any stimulation, the tender warmth of the water acting as a reluctant tease. The pressure, overwhelmingly unsatisfying.
You giggled.
And then your top hit the floor.
You stretched your arms above your head, breasts jumping up. Jungkook gazed at you. Your body seemed to beckon him. Tempt him. Touch me.
His fingers curled in tight fists, when really they wanted to grab at your chest. To squeeze everything they could hold. He wanted to see your flesh bulge between his grip, wanted to touch you everywhere all at once.
His hand steadily made its way back over his cock as you struggled to peel of your panties, bouncing on one leg and almost tripping over in the process. Bent suddenly, Jungkook could enjoy a clear view of your ass, wiggling in front of him as you finally kicked off the flimsy garment.
Sliding up he extended his hand helping you step over the edge and into the tub. It was a tight fit, the tub clearly not meant for more than one person. Nevertheless, you sank into his essence, suds shaping over every nook and curve of your silhouette.
He stared at you. Watching, jaw clenched tight, face about to burst, as you played with the suds. Taking a handful and gathering them over the top of your chest.
His lungs tightened. He couldn’t breathe.
Frictionless, your legs glided over his thighs. Smooth to the touch, he ran his fingers around your hips cautiously.
“Come here...” Gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against his chest. Your body smacked into his with ease. “I like this” In small circles, he pushed the suds up your back, massaging the soap into your soft, oh so incredibly soft, warm skin. “I like when you’re close to me. You're so w-warm and you smell n-nice”
You arched into him, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. You didn’t know his face was barely inches away from your chest. You didn’t know what to make of the hot prodding between your legs as you shifted your weight towards him.
Jungkook felt like he could explode. Chest was rising and falling fast. Breath heavy with lust. The crook of your thigh catching his cock in a jerk of pleasure. It felt so good, being pressed up against you, but he needed something more. This? No. This wasn’t enough.
Grabbing a handful of suds, he let them drip across your chest. You looked at him questioningly, but did nothing to stop him as his hands massaged the soap across your supple skin.
Tugging and pushing at your chest with his large, hot hands. His fingers curved around them, squeezing them just barely. Then again and again, fingers flicking across your nipples. His face drew close. Sighing loudly he rest his cheek atop your racing heart.
You liked it. You liked he feeling of his wet hair tickling the top of your chest. You shivered, his warm cheek traveling in small strokes, up and down your chest.
He nodded his head, relishing your proximity, soaking in your heat. He rolled onto his forehead, nose pressing underneath your heavy breast. Now heaving with need.
“You smell so g-good. Smell so good I can’t” His voice vibrated through your chest. “I love it. I love it Y/n I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re so pretty...body so soft just wanna t-touch you everywhere a-and kiss you everywhere and lick you and bite you and--”
Your heart pounded, throbbing against every inch of your body. You were too preoccupied with the intoxication of his touch to notice his desperate grabs, kneading your ass.
Slowly dragging your hips back. Just a tad. And then back up. Flush against him. Back and forth he pulled you, and unknowingly you began to widen your thighs. Just to feel him a little bit closer. “Yeah...yeah oh god, just like that. K-keep doing that, please come--come closer I--more”
Your clit grazed against the thick skin of his cock. It was enormous, both in size and the way it pressed hard, provoking your hips. Making them stutter as you curled into him for more. Your arms around his neck, hand pulling his face into you--gasping.
Jungkook began to grow impatient. You had pushed him right to the edge. He craved you, he needed to feel you, needed to be inside you. Eyes shot with lust, he didn’t know what he was doing, lip jutted and trembling.
Staring mindlessly at your breasts, he finally decided to take his tongue, one sharp flick had you clamping down.
“Jungkook” There was something in your voice. Something so wonderful that he loved to hear. A pained desire. A whimpering. The sounds leaving your lips only made him want you more.
His tongue swiped again, attacking your perky bud. You inhaled sharply, holding your breath as you looked down. Jungkook liked the way you reacted. So he did it again.
He sucked lightly, lips pressing against your nipple as he rolled the bud lightly between his teeth, tugging at it, coating it against his tongue, before letting you go with a smack of his lips.
“More” Sobbing, his hands pushed up your back, pulling you so close you were practically one. He shook his head, suffocating between your breasts before gasping for air. “I need more. I need, please, I can’t. I need it. It hurts so bad, oh fuck it hurts so bad I can’t do this...I w-want you...Y/n”
Only you could make it stop. Only you could set him free.
Tears streamed down his face. Sniffling he reached between his legs, adjusting his cock so the tip nudged between your slick folds. The water made it easy, seamlessly he was able to sink into you.
He pushed in a little, nails digging into your hips. He trembled, looking to make sure you were okay. Mouth wide open, eyes clenched shut. Burying your face into his neck, you held onto him tight as he went in a little further.
Your walls were tight. So incredibly tight. Jungkook groaned, what with the way your pussy clamped down on him, the sweet heat giving him surging pleasure as he pushed even deeper.
Just like that you were one. He was nestled inside you, panting heavily. Whines spilling from his parted lips. He latched onto you, rubbing suds all over your body, enjoying the way you twitched for him. Not able to get enough of you.
And then his hips jerked up. Water spilled over the edges as he began to bounce you off of his hips, Splashing everywhere, you leaned forward onto his chest, whole body slick against him, effortlessly moving to the rhythm of his need.
“Ahhh. Right there! Right there y-yes pleas..ahhh feels so good Y/n I..I feel so good I literally feel so good don’t stop” He couldn’t keep quiet. Not when you fit him so perfectly. Not when your pussy gripped his veiny cock in a way that had him coming back for more. And more.
“Don’t ever stop, please, please” He whined as though he were throwing a tantrum, completely and utterly taken by the sensation of you. Heat rose inside him, pulling you harder onto his cock so he could push further and further. The pressure feeling so good. The tightness. The wetness. And you. Pulsing over him. Wanting him just as bad.
Meeting your eyes again, his gaze fluttered for a moment to your lips. They looked so delicious.
So he kissed you. He kissed you softly, sighing into your mouth. Then harder, dragging his tongue over your lips before swallowing them into another kiss. He breathed you in. Heart trembling, body shaking as emotion made his brain circuit.
You groaned into his mouth as he burst inside you, hot streams of cum filling you beneath the water. Simultaneously you surged, pleasure overtaking your every nerve. You trembled, twitching as he remained, balls deep inside, lips against yours, drinking in your every moan.
The two of you panted. Breath perfectly off beat. Your body limp against his own, sinking into half empty tub. Jungkook finally opened his eyes, seeing you, cutely buried into his chest. He stroked your shoulder fondly. Around you, the tiles were covered in water. The two of you had made an absolute mess.
He could feel you smile. See the shyness in your eyes when you looked up at him briefly before hiding your face away. He stopped you, hand cupping your cheek, pulling you up to him.
“Can I kiss you one more time?” He whispered onto your lips. Nodding slightly, he wasted no time in slanting his mouth against yours. This time with less fire, instead, a softer, more tender touch.
It felt just as good. If not better. Sighing he parted from you, unable to look away. “You’re just so pretty Y/n...you’re the prettiest girl I know”
“Can we do it again?” You pushed your chest up, letting him feel you. He caught on, smirking slightly as his palms slid over your breasts again, loosely tossing them in his hands.
“Always. I always want you okay? Always wanna touch you like this” Nose tracing down your neck, he began to litter kisses all across your shoulders. You purred, covering his hands with your own to squeeze you harder.
You leaned down, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, and were about to close in on his lips when suddenly--
Knock knock.
“Jungkook! Have you seen Y/n?” It was your father. Jungkook gulped, pulling your face into his neck to keep you quiet.
“O-oh, um, no! I was just finishing up in here. I-I can help you l-look for her, j-just give me a m-minute Uncle!”
“Alright. Thanks kid” He held his breath as the footsteps dissipated. Silently, Jungkook released his hold on you.
Your eyes met briefly, worry-filled. Until the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, laughing heartily before your lips found one another again.
a/n: thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed <3
read the original here! touch me wherever
scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia |
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you
nexus (m) | masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader
genre: smut, pwp, eventual yandere, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate that took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest
summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective jeon jungkook in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to, and their true, twisted intentions
series info/warnings: explicit smut, maybe dubcon but will warn on part, extortion, themes of jealousy, revenge, manipulation, greed, obsession, possessive & toxic behaviors, betrayal, blackmail, infidelity, slow burn oh baby you’re gonna feel it, you’re gonna want it, slight violence, adrenaline rushes for days, social class dynamics, binormative universe, mentions of mxm relationships, stalking/privacy invasion, kim line are brothers
characters: heir/fiancé!taehyung ceo!seokjin therapist!jimin model!hoseok bartender!yoongi bestfriendsbrother/heir!namjoon socialite!reader detective!jungkook
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part 0 | smut ft: jungkook x reader
a detective who knows a little too much for his own good

part 1 | smut ft: namjoon x reader
you romanticize the villain. but people change

part 2 | smut ft: yoongi x reader
you wanted freedom. he wanted you

part 3 | smut ft: taehyung x reader
he's a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

part 4 | smut ft: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
he's waited for this for a long time. he won't give you up so easily.

part 5 | smut ft: seokjin x reader
he's always gonna know when you're lying, princess.

[NEW] part 6 | smut ft: taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader, hobi x reader
run baby run
part 7 | smut ft: - x reader
you gambled on love, but the house always wins
finale | smut ft: - x reader
the truth is out, dice in your hands. will you keep playing their twisted game?
nexus (m) | part 1
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au, childhoodfriends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it
summary: the youngest Kim heir returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead
wc: 6k
warnings: explicit smut; reader discretion is advised; rough sex, manipulation, coersion, virginity loss, angst, hurt, comfort, cum facial, brief oral, dumbification, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, lack of after care, coping mechanisms, alcohol, subtle references to gambling, toxic behaviors (namjoon is an ~asshole~), heavy sexual tension, nudity, mention of character death, mentions of chronic disease, family conflict, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks*please dont read if this triggers you!*, references to drugs, hospitals, police/cops, cursing, seokjin is fucking sexy as fuck holy fuck
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a/n: HI BABES. omg this one BURNS baby. like fuck, if you aren't thirsting for the Kim boys after this one,,,,,just buckle up ;) hope you enjoy <3
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⟶ many years ago ⟵
Tilting his neck, Namjoon let out a heaving sigh. The whiskey glass rolling in his palm as he leaned against the railing. The balcony overlooked the gardens where he had grown up. Taking a sip, he let the bitter liquid roll in his mouth. Remembering days far more peaceful, more innocent. When he would sit upon the stone benches, reading a hefty novel—something his mother would have given him, while you and Jin would play cards in the grass, and Taehyung would watch excitedly.
It always irritated Namjoon. The way baby Taehyung would trail you like a lost lamb, eyes wide and cheeks full, latching onto you whenever he could. Always such a fucking brat, Namjoon thought to himself, he would come running up to him and Jin—ultimately succeeding in dragging Jin into his shenanigans because Jin always had a soft spot for the young boy. Hyung, is Y/n a princess? It made Namjoon want to gouge his eyes out on the spot but Jin had simply smiled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. Yes she is. She’s our princess. And hence, the nickname stuck.
It was pretty accurate. You were royally spoilt as far as he was concerned. For as much resentment as Namjoon had for his older brother, he equally held it for you. You weren’t even family, and yet his own mother doted on you far more than he.
And now she was gone. His whole life all he wanted was to get the respect, the status he deserved. He was smarter than his brothers, more ambitious, more worthy. All he wanted was for her to say it. To see that he deserved to be head of the family. But it was too late.
He could hear you walk in. He knew you were too fucking scared of him to actually announce your presence. He scowled, setting his glass down.
“You’re not allowed in here”
“Don’t be like that” He heard your footsteps nearing, “Not today,” He flinched as your hand landed on his arm, “Let me be there for you today”
“Get out. I don’t need you.” He paused, before bitterly adding “None of us do”
You sighed, expecting his harsh words, “Namjoon, what if I need you?”
Namjoon faced you finally, eyebrows raised at your statement. His heart clenched, seeing the tears spilt down your cheeks. He stiffened, unsure how to proceed. He was certain he didn’t care about you and yet, he was a sucker for your tears. You knew he was.
“Stop” He warned, stepping towards you, “Stop fucking crying” His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. Blood boiling inside as your tears continued to flow freely. You buried your face into his chest, soft sobs leaving your lips as you broke down.
Namjoon looked at you, arms away from your body as though he was unsure if he should even touch you. If you would break into pieces if he did. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, soaking through the fabric. Sighing, Namjoon let his hands rest awkwardly on your shoulders.
Truth be told, there were tears in his own eyes. But he didn’t want you to see. Didn’t want anyone to see because, he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak. Things didn’t matter to him, especially not the death of that God-forsaken mother of his.
Lies. Today, even Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe it. His mother was gone. Dead. She had fought a long battle with cancer, but even despite having access to the best doctors and facilities, her fate had been sealed. The death of his mother made a lot of people very happy, and some people sad, but Namjoon was fucking angry. Because his mother dying meant he could no longer prove himself to her. It meant she couldn’t change her will. It mean Jin was getting everything that he deserved.
He wanted Jin to hurt. He wanted to destroy him, he always had but especially now. As you cried in his arms, a small grin tugged at his face. He knew that his brother considered you his world. That his brother would do just about anything for you.
So just imagine what he would do, if Namjoon got to have you like Jin never could. No matter what power Jin held in the family now, Jin could never say that he took your virginity, not if Namjoon did it first. Hurting you—breaking you—would break him.
And fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him hard.
“Look at me” Namjoon forced himself to sound softer. To play at your heart strings. You blinked, looking adorable pressed up against him. He wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling at you. He knew you wanted this. He had heard time and time again the way you’d play with yourself, chanting his name when you thought no one was listening.
He knew he could get you to do anything.
And he did, sliding his lips onto yours, he didn’t offer you a space to question him as he lifted you by the waist, setting you onto the edge of the balcony.
You melted into his touch, he could tell you didn’t have much experience but he didn’t mind. It excited him. The thought that he could tarnish you—ruin you.
He wasn’t about to ask you what you wanted. Taking on the momentum of your confusion he lifted you up, carrying you easily back towards his bed where he laid you down sweetly.
He didn’t want to be so careful, he would have preferred to slam you against a wall, legs around his waist and pump his thick cum deep inside you while choking your neck until you couldn’t breath, but—that wouldn’t work on you. You were soft. You were in love with him.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
Namjoon was smart enough to know what you wanted to hear. You were vulnerable, you were sad, and frankly so was he. So today he would pretend, for your sake—for his own sake.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Your face lit up, allowing Namjoon to climb over you, carefully unzipping the back of your dress while he nuzzled against your neck. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”
“W-what, Namjoon I—”
“Ssh” Pulling off your dress, Namjoon took a moment to admire your body. He always thought it was funny that his family’s money was used on your things—your clothes, your underwear.
Technically, in a way, he owned you.
He knelt down to meet your lips again. You were evidently getting the hang of it, finally gathering the courage to move your hands and cup his face. He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweet gloss on your lips before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.
Breaking the kiss, you were panting heavily, “Wait, just” You held your hand against his chest, stopping him from diving back in for more. “Slow down…it’s my f-first time”
I know. “Oh,” Namjoon feigned ignorance, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize” He got up, pretending as though he took your words as a rejection because he knew you would—
“Don’t go” Your voice was pleading, eyes wide and quivering. You lay in nothing but your bra and panties, waiting patiently for him to fuck you into oblivion. Good fucking girl.
“Are you sure baby?” Namjoon traced the inside of your thighs, tickling the plush skin and you twitched. “You want this. You do, don’t you?” He kissed the top of your knee, “You love me, right?”
“O-of course” You gasped as Namjoon’s lips trailed up your leg. Each kiss resounding, he took his time, savoring your whimpers. He wanted you to burn for him, to surrender to him completely.
He found your lips once again, hands hovering over your bra when he looked at you, “May I?” Internally, he groaned. He would have torn the damn thing off with his teeth by now.
You nodded, unsure exactly what was happening but you would find out real soon, as Namjoon unclipped your bra, licking his lips as he tossed it aside.
“Can you?” You mumbled, reaching for his collar, “I-I mean, y-your shirt is still on”
Namjoon smirked, straightening himself to unbutton his own shirt. He enjoyed the way your eyes widened, seeing his body up close.
“Undo my belt” He instructed. You nodded rapidly, reaching for the designer piece, fumbling it in your shaking hands. Namjoon’s own, larger ones covering them to guide you until you clicked the belt off, unzipping his trousers so he could kick them off along with his boxers.
“Oh wow” Your voice cracked, watching as his long, thick length popped out. He stroked it a few times, warming himself up. You widened your thighs, your whole body shaking in anticipation.
“You love me,” Namjoon reminded you as he yanked down your panties, “So you’d do anything for me right?”
“Yeah”
“This is gonna hurt” He confessed, fitting his tip at your entrance. “But you’re gonna let me do this, because it’ll make the pain go away, and I need that” His palm brushed against your cheek, “I need you. Like you said.” Steadying your hips, he pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the intrusion, an odd, painful feeling boiling in your core.
“Namjoon—” You reached for him as he growled, you were so fucking tight, he could barely get in. Pushing your thighs out more, you winced in pain but he didn’t care. “Namjoon, ow, wait—”
Shut the fuck up, Namjoon wanted to scream. Instead he took a deep breath, halting his advances and looking at you.
“I love you, Y/n” The lie left his mouth easily, no guilt coming with it. He could see you blush, you tried to suppress the smile on your face but you simply couldn’t. It was everything you ever wanted. What a fucking idiot. “I always have…I’ve just been too scared to admit it…I thought you would reject me”
You laughed weakly, reaching for his arm, “I would never reject you Namjoon,”
“Really?” His eyes perked, taking the opportunity to push in a little deeper. “I wanna fuck you hard, will you let me do that?”
He could see the conflict in your eyes. The part of you wanting to give him everything fighting against the pain in your body screaming for you to stop.
“Yeah”
“Once I start, I might not be able to stop, so you’re sure?”
“I am” You nodded, “Do whatever you need, I’m yours”
Namjoon’s eyes darkened suddenly. A greedy grin growing on his face. Hooking your thighs in his elbows, he tilted you up at an angle before dragging his length out.
And then he slammed into you.
And you screamed.
Which only made him go faster. Blood trickled onto the silk sheets but Namjoon was effectively gone. Your cunt was so fucking sweet, so tight around him, so warm, and fuck he couldn’t stop.
“You’re doing so good” He grumbled, burying his face into your chest as he pounded on, smacking his hips against yours. “Feel so fucking good babygirl”
Your pussy clenched at the praise, and Namjoon could feel it, “Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He nipped at your jaw, dropping your legs so he could squeeze at your breasts. Thumb circling around your taught nipples, light circles driving you into a frenzy.
You moaned loudly, making Namjoon pinch at you, his wet lips now sucking into your neck. Cupping underneath your breasts he pushed them together, meeting your gaze briefly before slobbering his mouth and tongue all over them.
“Oh f-fuckk”
Your face was dumbed out in pleasure, lips parted wide as Namjoon fit his mouth over your left breast, hand molesting the other. He sucked down harshly, tongue swirling and flicking all over your skin, the wetness growing between your legs making it easier for him to fuck into you. The soft squelching noise dizzying, making you embarrassed.
“Fuck, these tits” He groaned, switching sides, “Such pretty fucking tits”
“I feel g-good” You arched your back, “Feel so good Joon—”
Namjoon parted from your breasts, a line of saliva dripping from his swollen lips. He grinned, wiping it away before kissing you roughly. Fisting your hair and he fucked deeper and deeper into you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, finally adjusting to his size and pace. It was feverish, animalistic. He sucked at your neck, your jaw, back on your lips, all over your face, he simply couldn’t get enough.
“Such a good girl for me, fuck, babygirl I need to pull out soon” You whined at the prospect of feeling empty, “Can’t have you getting pregnant” He muttered. No way in hell. “M’gonna cum in your mouth okay, you’re gonna open real wide for me, aren’t you?”
You nodded, too fucked out to comprehend anything. Namjoon pulled out, stroking his slick length as he yanked your head up—pushing your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock deep down your throat.
Gagging, tears fell from your eyes as Namjoon pulled and pushed your mouth over his cock, fucking down your throat until he burst inside—his cum making you choke as he pulled out, drops landing on your lips.
“Swallow it”
You did. Namjoon sighed in relief, wiping the remnants from your lips with the swipe of his thumb, tugging at them playfully before pushing his thumb in your mouth. Like a braindead bitch, you sucked on it.
If only his mother could see you now.
Right away, he began to dress himself again, while you lay back in awe of the events that had just transpired.
“Joon—” You called as you noticed him getting ready to leave. He rolled his eyes, turning to you impatiently. “Wait, a-are you leaving? Aren’t we supposed to like,” Your voice went quiet, “C-cuddle,”
He scoffed meanly, making you tense. “You’re so fucking dumb, Y/n.”
You sat up, grabbing your dress and attempting to cover yourself, “What?”
Namjoon gave you an uninterested look, “Do you really think I meant any of that?”
Your heart dropped. A nasty feeling piled in your throat. You felt like you could puke—you were going to puke.
“Namjoon, no—y-you’re lying, you’re just scared, a-and hurt”
He stood up, making his way to the door, “Maybe you’re right” He smirked one final time, scanning how pathetic you looked in that moment, and then he was gone.
You gasped for air, the weight of his actions—his words finally settling in. Heaving, you rushed to his bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as you gagged, wanting to rid yourself of him in any way you could. Your arms curled over your body, attempting to gain some comfort. Loud sobs leaving your lips.
Your mind instantly went to Jin. How were you supposed to face him? You could never tell him what happened, couldn’t bear to think how he might react.
If Jin got upset with you—you weren’t sure you could handle it. And if he didn’t, he would fight with Namjoon. You couldn’t be the reason this family falls apart. For the first time in your life, you had to keep a secret from Jin.
It was moments like this where you’d miss Taehyung. The little boy who thought you were a princess. Whoever he might be now, wherever. He had always brought you comfort. Pure, innocent comfort. How could he have missed his mother’s funeral? Anger surged within you.
Getting dressed carefully, you left Namjoon’s room—wanting to go sink into your own bathtub and wash the memories away. You had no idea where he went, you no longer cared. Arriving in your bedroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your dresser.
“What is it princess?” Jin’s voice was silk—comfort, and peace. You could hear the hint of concern, it was late after all.
You covered your mouth, a sudden surge of emotion prompting you to break down in tears once again. You couldn’t let him hear you cry, you couldn’t tell him what was wrong—you shouldn’t have called and yet, there was nothing that made more sense.
“What happened? Fuck, what’s wrong?” You hung up, bawling out into heavy tears. Slamming your fist against the bathroom floor as you screamed, begging for the pain to stop.
You had no idea how much time must have passed, hiding in your room, rocking yourself back and forth. Jin knocked softly at your door.
“Princess,”
No. You groaned, knowing if you looked Jin in the eye—you would fall apart all over again. You could hear him sigh. Guilt panging in your chest for making him worry.
“Please Y/n” He whispered, “Talk to me”
You didn’t respond.
Eventually, he left.

Jimin preferred the private practice life, largely due to the fact that he couldn’t stand how creepy hospitals were to him. He stared at his clipboard, flipping aimlessly through his patient notes. Well—one patient in particular.
“Dr. Park, please follow me”
A consultant, is what he would call himself—he didn’t work here. Perks of working with wealthy criminals was that he could get away just about anything, most of the time. Get away with doing anything he so pleased. Pursuing, hobbies for his own amusement.
A nurse greeted him politely. Following him, they walked through the dreary hospital walls.
“Any changes in behavior?” Jimin asked. The nurse shook his head, unlocking the door, allowing Jimin to step inside, leaving him with his patient.
The patient sat on the bed, facing the other wall. A pair of die in his palm, which he rolled around rapidly—anxiously. The room was bare, except for a small window towards the ceiling, allowing for bright sunlight to filter in.
“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked warmly, taking a seat next to his patient, flipping through his clipboard before scribbling down a few notes. The patient didn’t respond. “I’ve got your prescription refilled for you”
“There’s nothing wrong with me” The patient stated quietly. Jimin sighed, setting his clipboard on the bedside table.
“Mr. Kim, we’ve been over this. There is something wrong with you. That’s why I need you to keep taking these—you do want to see her again someday, don’t you?”
The patient solemnly watched as Jimin handed him a bottle of pills. Jimin had given him careful instructions to hide this medication from his nurses. To take it only at night, in the dark, when the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch him.
The patient gulped before nervously placing a pill in his mouth, gulping it down with a glass of water. Jimin grinned, patting his back.
“Good, I’ll see you next week”
Stepping out of the room, Jimin shuffled through his doctor’s coat, grabbing his cell phone, dialing a recent number.
Yeah?
“I’ve given him the pills. He won’t be getting out of here anytime soon”

Jin was hardly judgmental when it came to you. You would trust him with pretty much everything, your sexual escapades to your petty fights at school, your deepest thoughts and your darkest desires.
He’d treat every thought as though it was brilliant, considering even the dumbest confessions worthy of discussion. He would always take you seriously, even when he was wrapped up in his own obligations, his own life—the demands of being the new head of the family business, ever since his mother died.
You were confident about him, you faith never wavering. But then again, he had never actually seen you get railed with his own eyes. Until now.
The elevator ride was stuffy. Not a word left his mouth, his hoodie feeling warm around your freshly fucked body. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what to expect—was he upset? Amused? Did he not care?
Making Jin angry was something you never, ever wanted to do. He was generally easy-going, a striking contrast to Namjoon who seemed to have a gold bar stuffed up his ass half the time. But you had seen him get angry once before. Just once. And it had been terrifying.
Jin brought you upstairs, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. Closing the door behind him, he tugged off his shirt—nothing you hadn’t seen before, except that this time you looked. You looked at the way his muscles flexed against his slim figure, his broad shoulders, licking your lips.
“Listen—”
“Namjoon wants you home by tomorrow morning” Unscrewing his bottle, he tilted it over his head, allowing the water to splash over his face, dripping down his jaw onto his chest. Setting the bottle aside. He glanced at his watch, vintage Rolex that looked stunning against his bare arm.
Gulping you nodded. Jin noticed the anxious look on your face, the way you folded your arms over your chest, fingers tapping against your elbow nervously. He grabbed a hand towel, rubbing against his neck. The silence grew heavy between you.
“Gonna shower” He announced, tossing the towel aside. “Join me?”
Your eyes widened, giving him a curious look. Jin and you had never crossed any lines. You made sure of it.
And yet, as you watched Jin disappear into the luxurious bathroom, the sound of the shower hitting your ears, you slowly began to undress. Piles of clothing dropping to the floor, leaving a trail behind you until you were leaning against the doorframe.
Inside, Jin was under the pour, steam covering his lower half and water drenching over his back. His hands pressed forward against the glass, eyes shut as he let the hot water hit him.
Fuck.
Nervously covering yourself however much you could, you slid the shower door open. Jin turned upon hearing you enter, moving to give you plenty of room—to keep himself away from your body.
He looked at you. You couldn’t quite decipher what his eyes were saying, but something was off. Different.
“Get in the water, it’ll help,” He backed away, keeping his eyes on yours as to not move them any lower. You had to respect his self-control. “With the stress”
You did. Closing your eyes you let the water cover you like a warm blanket, pounding against your muscles, relieving the ache from the rough sex you had just endured at the hands of Jungkook. Your lips parted, neck tilting to the side as you let your hands roam your body.
You could feel Jin’s eyes on you. Like a laser, burning through your skin. You knew he must have given in. That he was watching the way your hands went over your chest, around your neck, into your hair. You wondered what his hands would feel like instead. What his touch would feel like.
You tilted your neck, remembering how amazing it had felt when his fingers were tracing your skin the night before, touch searing against you to the point you wanted to simply unravel into dust before him.
This was who he was. He was touchy, flirtatious, an infamous playboy who had fucked half of your social circle and you had never wanted him. He had never wanted you—or at least that was what you believed.
He’d never use his tricks on you, you were his Ace. His partner in crime, and yet you found yourself weak in the knees, delirious, wanting to give yourself to him wordlessly. Wanting to let him do whatever he would with you, reduce you to a mere tally in his list.
Jin backed into a corner, leaning back as he waited patiently. His body growing cold. He stared at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head. The other reaching behind you to grab the shampoo bottle.
“This isn’t your brand” He complained, a light chuckle following, “You still wanna use it?” Your eyes opened to see what he was holding. Smiling, you nodded. He extended it towards you.
“Do you,” You began, unsure how to ask the question which weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. “I mean,”
“Turn around” He read your mind. He always could.
Jin’s long fingers sank into your hair, caressing it gently, the pads reaching your scalp, soft and yet the movement giving you an overwhelming sense of ease. You arched into his touch, unconsciously moving closer until your back was barely away from his chest.
You could feel the heat of his presence on you, making your joints weak. Your heart throb. Your throat choke with pressure.
You couldn’t afford these feelings. Not now, after so many years of being strictly platonic, you had no idea what was happening to you, or why. You were marrying his brother. Even beyond that, it was never Jin you wanted. That mere realization was in part what had gotten you into the mess of the engagement you were in now.
Chairwoman Kim, Jin’s mother, had given you a choice…of sorts. Asking you which of her sons you wanted to marry. She had always been fond of you, always wanted you to feel empowered. Her only wish was that you truly be her daughter somehow.
But you should have known there was some sick twist to it all. The Kim’s had a crooked sense of humor, which often involved playing with people’s lives, playing their own words against them.
She gave you a choice. You chose Namjoon.
A crush some would say. For you he was a dream. Someone so unattainable you couldn’t help but yearn for him. Especially in rare moments you had to yourself, hand underneath the satin of your pajama shorts as you’d mumble his name into your pillow. Grinding your hips frantically, wanting nothing more than his second glance. A second of his thoughts. A moment spared.
When Chairwoman told Namjoon he hadn’t reacted much at all, he had simply asked you one question: Don’t you love hyung?
You wanted Namjoon, bad, hence you said no—you didn’t love Seokjin, not like that anyway. Namjoon rejected you then and there. It was as though in that moment, you were now effectively useless to him. He had turned to his mother, a woman who would do anything for her little boys and said—give her to Taehyung
And here you were, wanting so badly to slap your younger self so that she would change her answer. You had been a fool, chasing after someone like Namjoon. What he had done to you after had been a simple reminder of that very fact.
But none of it seemed to matter anymore. Because nothing you felt towards Namjoon could come close to the way your whole body seemed to throb with pain when Jin would be out on the dance floor, groping strangers, bringing them back to the hotel room, two—three at a time. In this trip alone you had heard his sultry whispers, his hungry moans, and there simply wasn’t a pain quite like that.
You convinced yourself you were projecting. That you were so afraid of getting engaged to a stranger you were desperate to stay attached to someone you knew.
It angered you though, that Jin appeared to be sweet to you. To treat you, as he always had—but now it all felt hopelessly inappropriate. When he’d call you princess you would fall apart just a bit more. When he’d wink your way, when he’d cup your face and look into your eyes. Seemingly innocent but—no, not at all.
Jin’s fingers left your hair, allowing you to wash out the suds. You had never felt so breathless, wondering if he was watching the way the slippery soap trailed down your back.
You wanted to know—you just wanted to feel him once. Just a touch. His hand on your neck, his lips on your breast, maybe his fingers stuffed deep in your cunt while he’d whisper your name so sweet, lips pressed up right behind your ear, tell you everything you so desperately wanted to hear but—
Nothing. The rest of the shower went by wordlessly. Steam clouding the hot stares shares between you two. His eyes undressed you even while you were already naked. They drank you in like a sweet, addictive nectar. You were exposed entirely, your heart on your sleeve, he had you at his fingertips and chose not to lay a single hand.
You wanted to scream. To ask him what fucking game he was playing with your mind, making you all confused mere hours before your engagement, but you couldn’t.
The moment was too tender. Too delicate for you to shatter.
Shutting the water off, Jin wrapped a towel around you, tucking it into the dip of your breasts before wrapping another around his own waist. His hand lingered a beat too long. You watched as he gulped, stepping away from you.
“Get dressed” Jin sighed, running his hand through his hair—dewy drops landing against his chest, “The helicopter will be here soon.”
It was debatable if you had it in you to go another whole day without jumping his bones. Confessing the things your soul was screaming as truth. The right thing to do would have been to call it off. To go back home to Namjoon and help prepare for your big day.
“Where are we going?”
Jin smiled, “To do what you and I love most” Tugging out a bedside drawer, he wrapped his fingers around a deck of cards. Emptying it into his palm, he shuffled them masterfully, the zipping, crisp sound of cards clashing like music to your ears.

Maybe you would have been able to appreciate the gorgeous crystal chandelier dancing across the tall ceilings as though you were deep within a dream. Or the long glass walls that looked out upon the tinge of a purple sun set, growing darker, brighter, more elusive by the passing second. All of it was perfect—beautiful, typical of an event hosted by the Kim family.
Maybe you would have been enjoying yourself if it weren’t for the dark pit in your stomach. The screams in your head telling you:
Run.
Any second, he would arrive. Any second you would have to face him. After all these years.
From the corner of your eye, you watched as old family friends, business partners, members of the elite group of fucking fake socialites you associated with mingled and conversed amongst themselves. You hardly had the appetite to make your rounds. To plaster on that fake smile everyone loved.
Walking past a waiter, you snatched a glass of champagne from their tray, glancing behind your shoulder cautiously before slipping a small white pill between your lips. Washing it down with the crisp liquid.
In your chest, a weighted emptiness stirred. The missing presence of someone you needed by your side now more than ever before. Jin was nowhere to be seen—many missed calls confirmed the inclination that you might not be seeing much of him at all tonight.
You checked your phone, only for disappointment to clench at your throat. The previous day still seemed like a blur, too much had happened, you tried hard not to think about it. Even so, a part of you worried.
“You’re late” The familiar, stern voice of Kim Namjoon sent goosebumps down your neck. A voice you were quite used to hearing, critical of every move you made. Every breath you fucking took. Dressed nicely in a white suit, gold watch and chains making a statement against the getup. The small tattoo behind his ear—the family emblem. One all three of the brothers had.
Huffing, you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon watched you, as if he was uncertain—like you were a grenade that might just explode if he made one wrong move. He raised his own glass—bourbon neat—to click against yours.
“You look good” He nodded in approval, something rare for him. His words were genuine, you could tell. But you could care less what Kim Namjoon thought of your engagement dress. You could care less about your engagement in the first place and yet here you were. “He’s a very lucky man”
You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink before setting it aside. You had half a mind to throw the glass straight at him, if you didn’t know how easily he could snap your neck.
“Lucky my ass”
There was nothing lucky about your situation. No luck, just a debt owed to a family who took you in when you had nowhere to go. How were you supposed to refuse, when your mother disappeared so many years ago into thin air—no body to be found, left with a multibillion-dollar corporation when you could barely reach the top shelf of your closet.
You were in no position to deny when the Kim’s, the most notoriously filthy rich casino conglomerate in the world offered to take you in as their own. No position to deny the way they cared for you, the way they doted on you and treated you as like a princess. No position to deny them—more specifically, Namjoon. When he decided you were to get engaged with his younger brother, that was that. His word was law.
It’s what they did. Exploited. Twisted and hustled you until your life was a mere chip on the table, something they could gamble away with the flick of their wrists.
“Have you heard from Jin?” You asked, not wanting to entertain Namjoon’s compliments any longer. “I’ve left him a few missed calls but—”
Namjoon raised his hand, stopped your words. His eyes shifted behind you, where he narrowed in on an old client of his. Leaving you, he went to go charm the cash right out of the poor soul’s pocket. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you made you way to the bar.
Your manicured nails tapped nervously against the glass counter. A paced rhythm, until you felt a hand slide over your own. Longer, pretty fingers—clad with thick rings, fitting perfectly over your hand. A searing warmth from the touch, traveling up your arm and straight into your chest.
Breath hitching, you watched as the fingers intertwined with yours, slipping something cool, smooth into the cup of your palm.
“This should help with the nerves”
You recognized the feeling right away—dice. Exhaling shakily, your muscles eased, the familiar roll of the die giving you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Of anticipation. A feeling you loved—the moment your heart would jump before you let them go, putting everything on the line. All for chance.
And what a chance it was, as you looked up—a man stood, dressed in a dark suit, earrings dangling, sweet, bright lips that looked so fucking soft. And his eyes—oh god his eyes—you swore you could see stars in them. Stealing back the dice from your hand, he pressed it between his fingers, bringing it up in front of your face, leaning down—breath fanning over you as he grinned. Tossing it up with a swift move of his hand, he caught it again, snatching it back into his own pocket.
“Taehyung—” Was it something of a dream, or a nightmare—you weren’t entirely sure. You could hardly recognize the boy you remember would chase you around the Kim gardens, latching onto your arm as though you were his lifeline.
His lips quirked, a playful, seductive smile on his face as he backed away.
“Dance with me”—was all he said before his hand slid to the small of your back, guiding you towards the center of the venue. The twinkling lights illuminating his perfect features while he pulled you into his chest.
You looked up at him—he had grown. So much and in so many ways. His eyes were dark, searching your face as though he were memorizing every detail. As though you were a diamond—and he had finally found you, his prize, his beauty—all his.
Where were you supposed to begin? You had so many questions, so much you wanted to say, so much fear and yet—you were rendered speechless. All you could do was let him move you. Let him sway your body with grace, pressing his forehead against yours. It was suffocatingly romantic for a man you had only just met.
Cupping your face fondly, he finally spoke; “It’s been too long, princess”
The air was effectively knocked out of your lungs. Senses on overdrive as you attempted to digest the moment, to keep your mind from spinning out of control and steady yourself on the reality you faced.
“I—” The music stopped.
Sounds of sirens whirring neared. Turning, you could see guests muttering amongst themselves, worry in their eyes. You searched the crowd for Namjoon—who was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck, where did he—
Something twisted in your gut. A truth that your body rejected. A fear that grew strong and ached in every fiber of your bones.
You knew.
A group of officers burst into the venue, guns up and aimed, causing the crowd to break into a frenzied panic. And then everything was silent. You swore you could hear a faint ringing as deliria began to spin around in your mind. And then you saw those eyes. Those dark, vicious, hateful eyes that you could never forget.
Jeon Jungkook.
Your entire body trembled, remembering the ways those very eyes had brought you to your knees. He was dressed in a dark trench coat, pinstripe shirt underneath, a confident stride in his step. Reaching into his coat, he flashed a badge as he approached you.
“Y/n L/n” You shut your eyes, a tear dropping down your cheek. You weren’t sure when Taehyung had stepped away from you but he must have, because Jungkook grabbed your wrists, yanking it behind you followed by the resounding click of the handcuffs. In a soft voice, he added sinisterly, “Long time no see, whore”
Humiliation burned in your cheeks as he dragged you in front of the large crowd of guests, who all watched, wide-eyed, stricken with scandal as he announced to them all:
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”
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a/n: AHHHH. thoughts? reactions? SCREAM WITH ME BABY. let me know what you thinking :) did oc murder jin! what happened in those 48 hours hmmmMMm... taehyung's here after all this time, how do we feel about that??? WHOS DR. PARK'S PATIENT???? why is he so susssss??
sorry if the order of events is confusing in this part, basically ill be revealing a bit of what happened in the 48 hours leading up to the murder slowly throughout as jungkook tries to piece it together!
smut pairs are up for the next chp! for those of you who are new here, the smut member changes each time :) this is an ot7 fic and all the other members will come soon <3
gimme more (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f-reader
genre: smut pwp drabble innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au
wc: 1.2k (short!)
summary: you grind on jungkook till he cums in his pants
warnings: 18+ (be gone children!) pw(o)p explicit smut. NEEDY koo but what did you expect, whining, outercourse, grinding or rather riding jungkook for all he's worth, cumming in pants, licking, begging, stuttering, multiple orgasms bc jk is a horny boi, just wild messy filth, light manhandling, one smacc on dat ass, inexperienced!koo & reader, fondling, breast play, did i mention needy koo? unedited
part of the touch me wherever universe. *can be standalone*
Jungkook loved going shopping with you. Especially the part where you'd try on anything he picked out and twirl around for him. Like a little plaything. He'd test your limits at first. A cute crop top. A black bikini. A short sundress.
Could you blame him? The way your plump little ass looked in the flimsy fabric had him crossing his legs in an attempt to hide the raging hard on in his sweats.
Today the roles were reversed though. Jungkook needed new pants.
Why? Because he kept ruining them. Because of you. Too embarrassed to let his parents wash them in the laundry, afraid he would have to explain how easily you could make him cum without even trying.
As you dragged him into the Calvin Klein store, he was immediately uncomfortable. So many pictures of naked men. Were you looking? Did you like it? Of course not, you only like Jungkook, you told him yourself.
You wouldn't lie to him, right?
"I like these" You handed him a pair of dark jeans, a blue so deep it reminded him of the ocean. "Go try them on"
He did, jumping into the thick fabric. The pants were snug. When he walked out of the fitting room, he almost choked seeing that you were trying on some underwear.
"Oh hey" You were unphased. Then again, why should you mind? Jungkook had seen your body. Kissed and licked every inch of it. You had nothing to hide from him.
But he had something to hide from you. You wouldn't be able to tell, not in these jeans. But Jungkook needed you now.
He scolded himself internally. Can't you keep it together one fucking time! He worried you'd find him pathetic. Once you learned better.
Seokjin had offered to teach the two of you how to have sex properly. Jungkook knew you were curious, but frankly he liked things they way they were. You knowing only the taste of him. His lips. His cock.
Self-control? Jungkook never needed it. Why should he? You'd never deny him. What would he do if you did, what would he do if you said no? If you tried to pull away as he picked you up into his lap, kicking the dressing room door shut? If you didn't let him seat your cushy little cunt right over his zipper, gripping your thighs so tight?
He'd probably cry. And he knew you'd never deny him then.
Could you tell he was hard? He watched your face intently, while you continued to play with the straps of the bra you were clearly not finding comfortable.
Jungkook could help with that. It would be his pleasure.
He snapped the damn thing off.
You sighed with relief, his hands tracing the imprint of the tight underwire before cupping over your mounds. You were so fucking pretty, and you didn't even know it. But he liked that you didn't know. If you did, you might leave him. He wouldn't know how to survive without you. Without being able to touch you just like this.
"Do you like them?"
Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you.
"The jeans?" Ohh.
His hands slid to your bare back, pulling you closer till your chest was pressed against his. He wanted to feel you, but he couldn't not through those damn jeans. The desperation had him boiling inside. Feverish, as you mindlessly rolled your hips.
He gritted his teeth, aware of the warmth between your thighs and wishing he could feel the slippery wetness that was no doubt there. Instead he grabbed handfulls of your ass, pushing you up, letting you bounce on his groin. Once, then a little harder. Harder.
"Fuckk" Jungkook screamed in frustration. Nails digging into the cotton panties. He pushed his hips up, desperately trying to get friction for his cock. "Why can't I feel you--I wanna feel you, Y/n"
His cock strained painfully, trapped within the confines of his jeans. So badly he wished it would tear open, so that you could bounce right on his cock. You were so fucking warm, and tight, he knew how you felt. How could he go on now that he knew--he needed you all the time!
"It hurts" He whined, "It hurts so bad" You caressed his shoulders, getting him to calm down. Jungkook exhaled shakily, eyes red with fury.
"Let me try" You shifted your weight, clenching your thighs around his torso. You rolled your hips, deep and intentional, doing your best to spread open so that the tiny bulge in his pants could sneak right in.
"Mmpfh" His face was buried into your neck, hair brushing against your breast. "More, m-more please, need to feel more"
You did as he said. He loved you for that. Loved how eager you were to meet his every need. He would do the same for you, of course. The thought reminding him to reward your effort by popping your breast into his mouth. Lightly biting on the flesh.
"Koo" You blushed, grinding down even harder. Finally Jungkook was able to get some friction. A bare semblance of satisfaction. It only left him craving more.
"Y-yeah, harder please I can feel it" He buried his face into your chest as you rode him. Ass thrusting against his rigid jeans. The tent growing as he bucked his hips.
You began to slow down.
"NO" Instinctively, Jungkook slapped your ass.
You froze.
"Uh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that--d-don't stop PLEASE! fuck don't stop now just keep going like that just a little bit. Please, for me, it's so good, it's so fucking good, don't stop"
He kissed your lips, urging you on. "Feels so good, just wanna fit right into you like this" He thrust up, brushing against your clit. You groaned in response.
"You like it too, don't even lie to me Y/n. You like sitting on me like this" He peppered kisses across your jaw, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you moving against him.
"Just a bit more. Can you o-open wide please? Yeah, yeah," Jungkook sighed as you flattened your pussy right onto his bulge. You moved back and forth, rubbing up against him desperately.
"G-gunna, oh god Y/n, I'm--" Jungkook hissed loudly. Painfully, he came, pressure snapping within him. His cock twitched, still desperate to release. Still hard as a rock.
You looked at him curiously, wondering if he was done.
As if.
"Get off" He pushed you suddenly. You yelped, his movements quick as he stood up, grabbing you by the waist, turning you around and pinning you against the wall.
"Koo--wait"
Jungkook let out a low growl. He was far too frustrated to explain himself. He unhooked his jeans, dragging them out until his cock sprung through his boxers.
Immediately he pressed the tip against your ass, rutting shamelessly as though you were a pillow. His teeth scraping the top of your head, hands gripping your breasts--pinching your nipples, still covered in his saliva.
His cock slid against the fabric. He knew you were wet. Could feel it leaking through. He fucked against you, rabid. Sweat budding at his forehead.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes" Without thinking he reached down to drag the fabric between your legs aside, coating himself with you. You winced but he could care less. He couldn't think straight. Everything was white with pleasure and red with need.
You were close. You skin so sweet as he kissed all over your neck. The pretty arch of your back as he slid his cock through your folds. Unrelenting.
"M'gonna cum" Jungkook mumbled, blinking back tears. His hips speeding up furiously, ignoring the bruising on your ass. He pressed your face against the wall, swallowing your lips as he spilled down your thighs.
You let out a long sigh. Glad for a moment of stillness.
"So are you gonna buy those jeans?"
Jungkook giggled, kissing you fondly.
"Only if you promise to sit on my lap whenever I do"
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scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery
a/n: this is for my tmw babies, because i keep you waiting for so long. hope you enjoy. thank you for reading <3 please let me know what you think!
nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest
summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most
characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin
genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au
wordcount: 8.8k
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst
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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.
Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.
Years locked away can change one’s perception.
Years left alone can brew resentment.
You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.
A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.
Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly. You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.
Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.
Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.
Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.
Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?
You. You were on Jin’s mind.
It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.
The irony.
It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.
He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.
And here you were.
Engaged. To be married. To be one.
Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.
He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.
The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.
Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.
Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.
Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.
Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.
His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.
He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.
“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.
“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.
You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.
He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.
“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.
You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.
Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.
He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.
You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.
“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.
He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.
For your sake.
You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.
His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—
The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.
“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”
Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.
The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.
He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.
Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.
You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.
Jungkook’s gut twisted.
You didn’t.
He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.
In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”
Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.
“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.
Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”
You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”
“Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”
“Oh I know”
Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”
Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.
“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”
Jungkook’s jaw tensed.
“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.
“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”
Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”
“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”
“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.
“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.
“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”
You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”
You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.
This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.
And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.
If Jimin had hurt you.
If he had taken advantage of you in someway.
Jungkook’s fists tightened.
Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.
“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.
“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”
“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”
“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.
Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.
He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”
“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.
You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.
“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”
“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”
You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.
“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”
“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”
“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”
You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.
“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.
“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”
Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.
Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.
“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.
He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.
Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.
Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.
Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”
The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.
Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.
“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.
“Hobi said you called so I came”
It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.
How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.
You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.
“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”
Still nothing.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”
“You killed Jin”
Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.
The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.
“Y/n please”
He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.
“You killed him and I loved him”
Perhaps those words stung even more.
Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”
He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.
“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”
Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.
“Tell me the fucking truth”
He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.
“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”
He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”
“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.
“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”
He bit his tongue.
“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.
“Well can you please come to the station after?”
“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.
Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.
“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”
“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”
“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”
He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.
“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”
He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.
“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”
“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.
Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.
“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.
“W-what?”
“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”
“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”
“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”
“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”
Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”
“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”
“That’s not what happened”
“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”
“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”
You receded in silence.
“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”
You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”
“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”
You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.
“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.
“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”
He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.
“Don’t”
A man’s voice came from the door.
“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.
“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”
“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”
Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.
“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”
“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.
“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”
“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.
Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.
“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.
“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.
“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”
“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”
Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”
Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”
“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”
“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.
“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”
“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”
Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”
“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”
“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”
Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.
Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.
Pain seared through your chest.
“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”
He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.
“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”
He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.
“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”
He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.
"Are you scared of me, princess?"
There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.
You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.
"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”
"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.
Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.
Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.
Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.
And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.
You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.
You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.
But where were you during his darkest days?
Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.
Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.
He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.
Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.
“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”
Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.
“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”
“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”
“Did you try and find out?”
You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”
“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.
“Well, Jin—”
“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”
“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”
“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”
“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”
“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”
“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”
He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.
“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”
He nodded lightly, sniffling.
“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.
You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.
“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.
He almost believed you.
Almost.

It was a lie.
A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.
Can we not meet at the station?
You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.
Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.
“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”
Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.
You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.
You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”
Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”
You scoffed.
“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”
You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”
He nodded, absorbing every word.
“Wanna dance?”
You looked at him skeptically.
“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”
He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.
You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.
Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.
“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”
His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.
Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.
It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.
His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.
Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.
He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.
He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
The space between you vanishing.
Inch by inch.
Until you swore you could taste him.
Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.
“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”
“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”
“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”
“Well did you get a confession?”
“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”
“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”
“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”
Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.
“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.
The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.
You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.
He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.
“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.
Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.
Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.
You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.
“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.
He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.
“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.
You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.
“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.
“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”
You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”
You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.
“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”
He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”
You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.
“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”
“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.
Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.
And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.
His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.
“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car. Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”
“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”
He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.
Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.
“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”
You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.
He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.
“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”
You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.
You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.
“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”
You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.
Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.
His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.
He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.
“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”
“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.
He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.
“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”
Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.
Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.
He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.
You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.
Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.
Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.
“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”
Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,
“Jung Hoseok”
You stilled.
“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”
Shit.
“You acted like you didn’t know”
You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.
“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”
Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.
“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”
You remained silent, fuming.
“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”
You swallowed.
“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”
“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”
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