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smut (s) angst (a) fluff (f) all works are 18+ | au drabbles & requests always open | about me
im kinda new to this so lower ur expectations lmfao | please read all warnings! some of this content isnt suitable for everyone
➭ death valley (s) (a) edgy!au gang!au rocker!au | ot7 x reader - COMPLETE
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
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➭ nexus (s) (a) casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au | ot7 x reader - IN PROGRESS
a shocking murder prompts a corrupt detective to insert himself within your elite circle of friends. behind the bright casino lights lies a twisted web of dangerous alliances, illicit affairs, all driven by an insatiable lust for power. play your cards right and you might survive. but even if you get lucky, the house always wins
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➭ placebo (s) (a) (f) soulmate!au science!au vigilanteau | jimin x reader, namjoon x reader - IN PROGRESS
you're assigned a soulmate backed by science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. he’s nothing like you would expect, but you try and fall in love - only to find it was just a placebo
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➭ sour candy (s) (d) coming soon
he’s sour candy. so sweet till he gets a little angry.
you wake up in the back of a cab with no memory of the last month, and a bag full of pills. someone is after you, and you don’t know who or why.
➭ street rat (s) (d) coming soon
he’s the type of guy who’d do anything for quick cash. lie, cheat, steal - you name it. lovers have tried to change him & deep down he knows he should. until he meets someone who likes him just the way he is: dangerous, sleazy, greedy.
➭ fuck me forever (s) college!au fwb!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE
you’re trying to study but kookie wants to play. really bad.
scenarios: someone wants to ask you on a date | you start dating someone else |
drabbles: he sees you flirting at a college party | fuck me better ft. kth
like manipulation fics? try these!
➭ touch me wherever (s) loss-of-innocence!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE
jungkook wants to touch you and he can’t hold back
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
like needy!kook fics? try these!
cancelled (1) | myg, jjk
summary: you cheated on your boyfriend, one of the most sought after boys on campus, with the nerd from the back of the lecture hall. that’s not the whole story, but only you know that. now a video has leaked across and everyone is turning against you for hurting such a perfect s/o.
pairing: yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader
wordcount: 3k
genre: yandere!yoongi and nerd!jungkook exyandere!jungkook
established-relationship!au college!au cheating!au
warnings: reader discretion is advised. cheating, mentions of past dubcon activity, yandere behavior, guilt, slight oral (f and m receiving), reverse cowgirl, soft smut in a not so soft situation, manipulation, jungkook calls you his pretty baby, sexual harassment, yoongi is lowkey a creep in this, prostitution i guess but like...its not how you'd think, mentions of rape fantasy but it doesnt happen
twoshot: part 1 | part 2 | masterlist
They say that you let a good thing be. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Well in your almost perfect life, that hand was Min Yoongi. Your boyfriend of 2 years now. You met through family, he was an heir, and you were the daughter of a wealthy associate. He used to spend his spring breaks with your family back in high school. You recall fondly how he sneak out, begging you to cover for him, end up passed out drunk in some alley and calling you, scared for his life.
You saw the way he grew—no, blossomed into the amazing man he is. You both got accepted to the same prestigious university program, and it is here your love story truly began. Straight out of a movie, Yoongi did not realize how much he adored you until he saw you grinding your ass up on some random guy at a frat party. A few months of drama gave way to pure happiness.
Yoongi made quite a name for himself on campus. He was incredibly charming, was impressive in his studies, and was always around for a good time. He treated everyone with respect and had no enemies. You felt proud to be his girlfriend, by his side as he made his mark.
And he was so so good to you. While your start may have been driven by jealousy and rage, he made up for it entirely by taking you on weekend getaways, loving you sweetly, holding you while you cry and buying you food. You two were freakishly domestic, and you loved it. You were ready for the ring whenever he was. So blessed that you could wake up every morning in a pair of arms that held you like you were their whole world.
Unfortunately, paradise tends to be a destination never quite reached. You sat, curled up into your knees, trembling as you watched cruel comments pop up on a video.
ungrateful whore.
Yoongi deserves so much better
#y/nisoverparty
why would you even want to cheat on a catch like yoongi? jfc
You didn’t know what bothered you the most. Was it the comments? Was it your fucked out face in the video? You moans that clearly indicated pleasure? Was it the fact that you hurt a man you loved? Or was it the fact that he was still there, sitting right next to you and kissing your damp cheeks every time he saw a tear, mumbling into your neck that it was okay, that he wasn’t mad. Did you deserve someone so perfect?
“Aw baby” He coos at you, stroking your hair as your sobs got louder. You fell into his embrace, unsure of what to think or do. “Ssh…I’m not mad baby. It’s my fault I wasn’t there”
You didn’t know how true his words were. You didn’t know just how at fault he was.
Yoongi had been doing his work in your shared apartment in his private study which even you weren’t allowed to enter. The security footage of your lecture played on his monitor, but he was barely paying attention. He kept an eye on you, but it was getting unnecessary. You had been together for so long, he could trust you now. He sighed and zoomed into where you sat, whispering something to the person seated next to you. They giggled and slid their hand onto your thigh. Yoongi simply watched, a smirk playing on his lips. The whole campus knew you were his. No one would dare make a move on you. He made sure of it. It was the whole reason he made your relationship so visible. He had people’s respect, and so they would respect that you belonged to him.
The hand trailed up your thin yoga pants, cupping your core. You slapped the hand away and Yoongi grinned wider. He liked to test you every now and then.
Yoongi wired money to that man’s bank account through his phone. Now all you had to do was tell him what happened. There was no room for secrets between you two.
“I’m home babe” He heard you walk in. He popped a Xanax and gulped down a glass of water. He smiled at you sweetly, taking your bag and setting it down before attacking your neck with soft, breathless kisses.
“How was your day?” He asked quietly, “Anything interesting happen?”
“Nah. Pretty uneventful” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh. Nothing at all?”
“Well” Yoongi’s eyes perked. Tell me someone harassed you baby. Just tell me. “I did try this amazing latte at the cafe in the Literature building.”
Why were you lying to him? Yoongi tilted his head. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it just made him wonder what else you hid from him. The little things. The little things that pile up.
Yoongi realized it had gone too far when he heard you gossiping with a few of your girl friends in the hallway of the Science Institute. “I just can’t believe he won’t fuck you. Doesn’t he know how many people would if they had a chance?”
“He seems so perfect but it’s almost like he’s just lacking the one key thing. Dick” They giggled. You rolled your eyes. You had confessed that you really did want to have sex. Yoongi wanted to save himself for marriage, but it was getting hard for you. When you brought this up with Yoongi he shut you down immediately.
“Baby” He fingered the purity ring on his pinky finger, “You know I can’t”
You had been frequently meeting with someone from one of your lab classes, a certain Jeon Jungkook. Yoongi didn’t love this, but he was acquainted with Jungkook, and knew that he likely was not a threat. The boy was not your type at all—his clunky glasses and sweater vests and his hair long and swept back, unlike Yoongi’s fresh blonde cut. Sometimes you wouldn’t tell him that you were with Jungkook, but he still knew. Nothing happened. But he still got irritated.
Unfortunately it was impossible to truly watch you all the time. After all, Yoongi was a social guy and had to make appearances frequently. He often wondered if you knew he watched you, so you waited to run off fuck yourself on Jungkook when he wasn't looking. He bit his lip until blood came out, raging at the prospect.
He wasn’t entirely wrong about you though. You did always feel pressure of behaving in a way that reflected well on him. So when everyone was looking at Yoongi, you were able to slouch your shoulders and relax. You would go to Jungkook’s house for a drink, with no ulterior motive on either of your end. You loved Yoongi. Jungkook respected him, and you. There was no issue.
So when Yoongi showed up at Jungkook’s doorstep a week later with a bag full of cash asking him to fuck his girlfriend, he was disgusted at first.
“E…excuse me?” He stammered, blushing. Yoongi squinted at him.
“Have sex with y/n the next time she is over.” He put on a show, “I just feel bad I cannot give her what she desires. I don’t want to deprive her of anything. I know she is fond of you so if you wouldn’t mind…she is very beautiful I can tell you that”
“I…that’s not…do you realize how insane this is?”
Yoongi shrugged, “It’s twenty-thousand dollars to fuck a pretty girl. What’s so bad?”
“Does she want this? D…do you have her consent to be asking me this?”
“Of course.” He chuckled giving a charming smile, “In fact, she has a bit of a fantasy that I was hoping you could indulge. I am not sure if she will go through with it but, she might try to resist at first, but really she wants to be used like a whore. She will love it, really.”
Jungkook gave him a skeptical look. “What the fuck? You want me to indulge your girlfriend’s rape fantasy? I’m not a fucking sadist”
“It’s not a rape fantasy. She just likes to struggle a bit but then she will get into it. She will want it”
“I can’t believe I am even entertaining this conversation, you need to leave”
“Forty-thousand.”
“Fuck off Yoongi. First of all, I am not even into y/n…” He paused.
“Oh please, she’s the finest thing in miles of here, you just haven’t considered her as available. That’s how I know I can trust you to do this for me.”
Jungkook gulped. That’s not quite it. He thought to himself. But the thought passed when Yoongi took off his watch and handed it to him.
“This is worth half a million dollars. Are we good?”
Jungkook just gaped at him.
“You have had sex before right?”
Oh yes he had. Once. He nodded slowly.
“Okay good. Please show her a good time and keep this between us”
“She knows right? She knows you’re asking me to do this?”
Yoongi grinned and pat Jungkook’s shoulder, “Oh baby boy, she’s the one who suggested it”
Jungkook found that a bit hard to believe.
What Yoongi didn’t know was that Jungkook already has had sex. With you. You didn’t know it was him, and it was long before you began dating Yoongi.
Jungkook had been obsessed with you as a high schooler, your pictures collaging the back of his bathroom door, a variety of your things—forgotten hoodies, dropped pens— messily shoved into the drawer of his desk.
It was an innocent phase at first. You were just so pretty. He couldn’t help the way his blood would rush between his legs every time you would glance in his general direction. He couldn’t help watching the way you outgrew your uniform skirt, almost breaking down in tears when you replaced it with a larger size. He would sneak out of class when you had PE to watch you run, and the way your breasts bounced in the tight top you wore.
You didn’t know him. Why would you? He was no way near your league. He worked extremely hard, dreaming to get into the same university as you on a full ride because his family could never afford it.
Jungkook would normally follow you home, obviously he just wanted to make sure you reached safe. You had been crying the entire walk home. Jungkook had to gather every ounce of self restraint not to go hug you and kiss you until you smiled again. He hated seeing you cry, and it made him want to die.
He was worried about you. You entered your beautiful home, but no one was there. What if you tried to harm yourself? Who would protect you?
He had snuck in through the back.
If anyone had been around, they may have heard a scream. But more likely the would have heard the cries of pleasure that followed.
That evening you told Yoongi you were going to work on stuff with Jungkook. You dressed modestly, not bothering to freshen up much. He watched through his cameras as you arrived into Jungkook’s tiny apartment. So much smaller than his, probably in more ways than one, he clicked his tongue in amusement.
“Hey Jungkook!” You hugged him lightly. He looked extremely uncomfortable which made Yoongi all the more amused.
Two people fucking who both don’t want to. What do you call that? Yoongi chuckled darkly.
“Listen y/n…I know that…I know I agreed but I just wanna make sure…” Jungkook could barely look you in the eye. As destiny would have it, you chose that moment to pull your hoodie off, giving Jungkook a flash of the underside of your breasts. He gulped. “You really don’t remember me do you…”
“What do you mean?” You were so confused. Jungkook licked his lips and crawled over where you were sitting on his couch, causing you to lay on your back. “What…hey what the fuck are you doing?”
He didn’t like your tone. It awoke a protective instinct in him. He stroked your hair and gazed deeply into your eyes. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
You blushed furiously, face heating up dangerously fast at the sudden question. You shifted your neck away from him uncomfortably. “Um…I guess…3, maybe 4 years?”
“Tsk, poor girl.” He cooed, his finger grazed your cheek, “Alright, I’ll play along. You can let me know if you want me to stop okay?” He lowered himself enough to let his lips trace travel down the veins on your neck. He inhaled you, memories of innocent years coming back to him in floods.
You were frozen. His body radiated heat, his scent was giving you a high you couldn’t quite explain. You shouldn’t feel this way. You had sweet sweet Yoongi waiting for you at home. Sweet Yoongi who loved you, and was saving himself for you like the pure angel he is.
You looked up at the soft dark eyes of the man above you now. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu.
“Jungkook” You exhaled as his lips began kissing over your shirt, down the valley of your breasts, lifting your shirt so he could kiss your stomach. “I…I have a boyfriend”
“You’re really committed to this huh?” He chuckled, taking some of his fingers and slowly circling under the waistline of your shorts. You blinked a few times to try to react to what was happening but your body was overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were touched like this.
“Please” You said loudly, so loudly that Jungkook barely hears the “don’t do this” that followed in a whisper.
Jungkook thought back to the night you took his virginity. It hadn’t been on his agenda, he was content following you around and jacking off to your social media accounts every night. That night had changed him. He had realized then that he was messed up. He realized he needed help and he sought it out. A few years of therapy had done him good. He felt guilty about it for a while, but eventually had to grow and move on. He would never act like that again.
But here he was.
And there you were. Below him again. Begging for him through your actions and pushing him away with your words.
Emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart wrenched at the bitter guilt that you were doing the unthinkable. They very thing that you would condemn about other couples. How could you? How could you cheat? But your body was whimpering.
“I have a boyfriend. He’s so good to me. He’s so amazing, and I…I love” You let out a sob as he allowed his hips to roll into you, giving you friction you had craved for so long, “Jungkook…please” You knew he was reading between the lines. You knew he heard your consent, and that disgusted you.
“Mmm I know baby. I know you love him” Jungkook sighed as he pulled down your shorts, “Tell me about him baby. Tell me how much you love him” He began kissing your thighs, burying his face into your cunt.
“He’s so—ahhh” Jungkook took his tongue and pushed aside your underwear to lick a long stripe between your legs. “So good. So fucking…mmmmhhh” You squealed as Jungkook shoved his tongue inside you. The sensation was heavy in your core, but the sensation drove you wild. He flicked his tongue around, almost too easily being able to find all the right places to make you twitch and moan his name.
“Do you want my cock pretty baby? Hmm?” He whispered teasingly, his voice muffling against you as he continued to eat you out. You yelped as he sucked on your clit and nodded your head dumbly. “My little girl so desperate for cock she’d cheat on her boyfriend hm?” He came up for air, your juices messily spread across his lips, his eyes shot with lust.
“Don’t…don’t say that” You whined. Jungkook nodded before pulling off his sweater. You traced his muscles with your fingers, so defined and beautifully tan as he shrugged off his jeans. He took his glasses off and folded them carefully but you grabbed his hand.
“Keep them on…your glasses…” Jungkook’s eyes widened in amusement.
“Why” He teased.
“I like them. I like them a lot. You remind me of someone I used to like” Jungkook’s blood ran cold.
Did you remember?
Did you remember the way he had pinned you up against your kitchen wall back then? The way he left hickies all over your body, marking you as his. The way he had entered you for the first time, with you sprawled out across your dining table, then again on the counter tops, then again from behind pressed up against the window.
Did you remember how many times you both came? It was like a sex fest of hours and hours. In your mouth, on your face, on your tits and buried deep in your cunt, the condom barely surviving the pressure of his seed.
Did you remember the way you cried after in his arms, unable to walk? The way he held you and kissed you softly, apologizing.
Did you remember how he had given you pills so you would forget, hoping that you wouldn’t be sad any longer?
Jungkook had been too lost in thought to notice that you had pulled your own shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra, pulling his neck down so you could kiss him.
“Jungkook” You gasped as he finally regained consciousness and dragged his fingers across your pussy.
“Will you ride me baby?” His eyes twinkled in his request and you were more than happy to indulge him. Jungkook switched positions with you. You reverse cowgirled him, unknowingly, the perfect position for Yoongi to see all of you as you fucked yourself silly onto Jungkook’s cock.
You lowered yourself down on him slowly, savoring the stretch that you had almost forgotten you could ever feel. Your fingers could never give you a sensation quite like this. Jungkook shut his eyes and tried to savor the feeling.
“Pretty…pretty baby” He cooed, sitting up so he could nibble your shoulder and hold your hips as he bounced you slowly on his cock.
“Tell me something” He exhaled, feeling himself slowly approaching his orgasm, the feeling of your soft, warm walls around him too much to bear, “Did you want this because of me…or did you just need cock?”
You continued thrusting yourself back into him, the firm hold of his hands on you giving you an arousing sense of comfort. You wiggled your ass, liking the way he would grunt when you did.
“Did you want me baby? Did you do this for me?”
You cried out suddenly, feeling a long awaited orgasm overwhelming your senses. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened as he tried to keep fucking you through it, your body going limp, twitching erraticly.
“So pretty…my sweet sweet girl” He turned your head to kiss your lips, slipping his tongue in and relishing in the love you poured in through your actions. He caressed your breasts and continued to thrust up into you.
“Come inside me” You exhaled softly.
“No y/n…that wouldn’t be right” Jungkook was reminded of the eerily intimidating presence of the man who was paying him to do this. He slowly brought his thrusts to a halt before helping you up off of him, his cock still painfully erect. “I can finish myself”
You pouted, watching him drill his graze into your naked presence, violently stroking his cock. He licked his lips shamelessly.
“I don’t love you anymore y/n” He whispered too softly for you to hear, “I’m over you. I’m over this. This doesn’t mean anything—AAAAhhh” Your mouth was on his cock and that was all it took for him to come harder than he ever had.
He took you into his arms, wrapping them around you and kissing your face over and over again, caressing your hips and trying to relax your muscles so you wouldn’t be sore.
You reached for your phone as Jungkook began to fill the silence.
“Yoongi seems really great. He clearly cares about you a lot. I’m really happy for you, genuinely” He says softly, “I’m honestly really impressed he let this happen”
But you didn’t hear him, all you could hear was your heart drumming loudly in your ears as you saw the stream of notifications on your phone. Your heart dropping like a bomb when you saw the single message you dreaded more than anything.
yoongi: what’s this? <link>
And linked was a live stream of the events that had just transpired.
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A/N: im just cackling at #y/nisoverparty HAHA um stream film out! woohoo
cancelled (2) | myg, jjk
summary: you cheated on your boyfriend, one of the most sought after boys on campus, with the nerd from the back of the lecture hall. now a video has leaked across and everyone is turning against you for hurting such a perfect s/o.
pairing: yoongi x reader ft jungkook
wordcount: 3.7k
genre: smut, yandere!yoongi and nerd!jungkook exyandere!jungkook
established-relationship!au college!au cheating!au
warnings: reader discretion is advised. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, really steamy sex, ring tease (is that a thing), yoongi is a master with his tongue but we knew this, manipulative behavior, yandere behavior, controlling, dirty talk, guilting, mentions of past dubcon activity, illicit filming, mentions of mental illnesses, gaslighting, toxic behavior. this is pretty dark so dont read if it bothers you
twoshot: part 1 | part 2 | masterlist
There are some scents we find comforting. Not necessarily because of the nature of the scent itself, but because of a memory associated with it. For you this scent was Yoongi’s burnt pancakes. They were not good, he knew that and so did you. But your heart would almost burst with joy at the gesture, and you could never quite deny him when he would ask to make you breakfast. The way his kitten like eyes would be full of excitement, eager to please you.
In this case, the scent made you feel guilt. A common theme over the past few days after the entire school had access to a livestream of you cheating on the most loveable, pure and kind guy on campus.
But he was not mad.
Something stirred in you. You wished he was angry, wished that you two would fight it out. At least that would result in a resolve of some sort. You were now simply immersed in a stale mate. Not forgiven, but not accused. Not innocent but not guilty.
You had blocked Jungkook right away, not even entertaining how he would be handling the situation. You had bigger problems.
And those problems manifested into your sweet boyfriend making you pancakes.
“Here you go baby” He handed you a plate. Not an ounce of negativity was seen in his eyes. You felt like you were going insane.
Your phone beeped, another notification. You were not even shocked to see it was just another random person yelling at you for what you had done’ You’d seen it all— death threats, people telling you you were the scum of the earth. Internet hate knew no boundaries. You had lost all your friends. Even your family caught news and did not want to speak with you at the moment. All you had was Yoongi.
“Listen y/n” Yoongi kelt down in front of your seat, placing his hands on your knees affectionately. “I know things are hard right now. If you want, you and I can leave this place. We can leave and go somewhere else where people won’t know about all this.”
Tears escaped the edges of your eyes, “We can’t just leave…No one will hire me, a background check will show up with PornHub on the first search result. I’m ruined.”
“I’ll get the video taken down y/n. Clearly that guy did not have your consent to post it.”
“That isn’t the point” You screamed, grasping his hands firmly as you sobbed, “Everyone knows it happened. They know I was unfaithful. To you. The love of my life. Literally the most perfect angel of a human ever. I’m so horrible I don’t even know why I did it I just…”
Yoongi kissed the tops of your hands. “I know…he manipulated you didn’t he? Guys are the worst. He made you think you wanted it.”
For some reason you were not that mad at Jungkook. Maybe it was because you were too occupied with your own guilt. You did not feel like he coerced you, but telling Yoongi that wouldn’t have really mattered.
“Come on baby. Let’s move somewhere. And let’s get married. I’ll be able to give you what you need. You’ve been such a good girl for holding out so long. We can start over, together, away from all this. There’s nothing else here for us”
The idea was tempting, but your heart clenched thinking you would never see this beautiful campus again. Your friends, your classmates, none of them.
Yoongi reached into his pocket and brought out a small velvet pounch. In it was a dainty little diamond ring, the studs circling in a simple and elegant design. He held the ring to you and you simply gaped at him.
“Baby…You know I love you. I know you love me. So you messed up, who doesn’t? You’re human, and I denied you of what you needed and I am sorry for that. Marry me y/n. Marry me and leave this place with me. Let’s go where no one can ever find us, and be together forever”
You were too young for this. Sure, being in a long-term relationship might not have the same freedoms as being single, but being married was a whole other level of commitment. You knew it would come eventually, but it was still so sudden. But how could you say no? What right did you have to deny the kindness and love of this man after what you did to him? You couldn’t be an even bigger bitch and end your relationship after this could you? It would look so bad. People would think you dumped him because he didn’t want to have sex, which would make you look like a slut and then…
Your mind was dizzy. Yoongi simply chuckled, beginning to kiss the tops of your knees. Inching slowly in the direction of your thighs.
Once his lips were close enough to the hems of your pajama shorts that you were sensitive, you let out a surprised yelp. Yoongi grinned, face still pressed in the inside of your thigh, ring in hand. He wiggled his tongue in a way to push past the cloth, looking up at you briefly with a twinkle in his eye before his hot tongue barely traced your heat.
“Y…yoongi” Your heart rate picked up as Yoongi bit the crotch of your shorts and began to drag it down. It was an erotic sight, and you couldn’t help but feel shivers as you anticipated his next move. Then he did something shocking. He took the diamond ring and placed it flat against your exposed clit, his finger in the circle holding it against you. The cold metal felt amazing. He slowly dragged the ring along your folds, watching as you twitched. He lined the ring up with your entrance and next thing you know he shoved his finger through the ring and into you. You cursed loudly.
“Just say yes. Say you’ll marry me and I’ll give you everything you need baby girl”
He twisted the ring harshly against you causing you to squirm. “F…fuck yes. I’ll marry you. I love you. I love you” You were chanting like it was your mantra. Yoongi grinned and slid this ring onto your finger. He stared momentarily at your hand before returning his gaze to you and capturing your lips in a deep kiss. He kissed you with a hunger you had never quite felt from him before.
“I love you y/n. Now it’s just you and me.” He whispered as he trailed kisses down to your collar, using his skilled tongue and teeth to wiggle off each button, his hands planted on your thighs. He disrobed you, sliding your body to the edge of the chair in order to give him access. You let your legs spread wide. You almost couldn’t believe what was happening.
You had dreamt of this moment for so long. The day you would finally be able to have your boyfriend’s cock buried deep in you. The day where you could curse out his name in pleasure and love him right like he deserved.
Yoongi got up to take off his own clothes. You had never seen him fully naked before, just his chest. You always had an inkling he was big, after feeling him get hard after steamy make-out sessions. Him then politely stepping away to calm down, then cuddling with you affectionately.
His cock popped out, already hard and eager. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. Yoongi shook his head to try to get his hair out of his eyes, and an evil smirked played his lips. He stroked his cock harshly while looking at you.
“Look at you” He sneered, “My little slut, so eager for me. You needed cock so bad you’d just go anywhere for it isn’t that right hm?” You shook your head.
“Yoongi…I’m yours…I just want you” You tried to spread your legs even wider, the chair beneath you pressing into your back uncomfortably.
Yoongi walked up close so that he was standing inches away from where your legs were splayed out for him. “Show me how sorry you are you whore” He spat. You whimpered, his words hitting too close to home. You blinked back tears as he slowly lowered himself onto you, the rails of the chair almost cutting into your skin, making you wince in pain.
“Yoongi…let’s go to the bed…” You suggested weakly as his kisses found your breasts and he nipped away at you. He shook his head, allowing his face to pummel in the suffocation of your tits.
“Do you deserve the bed?”
“No but…” You looked away, “It’s our first time”
Yoongi paused, his head still rested against the valley of your chest. He got up suddenly and gripped your hips, picking you up off the chair into his arms. Your naked legs wrapped around him, and your wet core could feel his toned stomach. You couldn’t help but grind at the friction. Yoongi kissed you again, gentler now, his lips swallowing you in so that you could feel every ounce of his pure love. He carried you to the bed and slowly released you onto you back.
He stroked himself a few more times before lining himself up with your entrance. You were soaking at this point, your pussy drooling for cock.
“I love you” He said, not looking at you so much as the desperate clenches of your pussy onto nothing.
“I love you too babe” Now he looked at you. A dark gaze had overtaken him. The love in his eyes was absolutely gone, and there seemed to me a strange aura of anger.
“You’re mine y/n. Once this cock goes in, it’s the only cock you’re ever going to get.”
“I know baby”
“I’m going to fuck you. All the time. You and me, just you and me. You’re all mine. All mine to play with”He started to rub his cock in circles against you, “My little girl, sweet little whore all for me to fuck whenever I want to.” He entered you in one thrust, causing you to yelp as the push of the girth against your walls was too sudden for you to adjust.
“Gonna fuck you up so good” He exhaled, funding into you mercileslly, “My wife, my beautiful fucking wife. My little cocksleeve, baby girl ohhhh” You squirmed in frustration as Yoongi came inside you, his hot seed reaching the depths of you and filling you to the brim. “Shit. You felt so good baby, I’m sorry”
You shook your head. You were more than pleased with the experience. “It’s okay baby.”
“I’ll make it up to you” He pulled out and rolled you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into your chest. “I’ll make you cum so many times baby, we have forever to do it. You’re all mine now”
“Yes baby, all yours”
-
Jungkook bit his nails nervously. He had called up an old hacker friend to help him get into Yoongi’s computer. Something was off. Jungkook would know. Cameras? It had to be Yoongi. It made too much sense, but the question was why. Why would he want the whole school to see someone else fucking his girlfriend?
“Jungkook” His friend, Seokjin, was typing away frantically into a large computer, “Bro this is fucking insane”
“What?” Jungkook rolled his seat up to get a better look at the screen. They now had accessed Yoongi’s servers, and there was all the incoming footage from various cameras all around campus. Under each panel was a small description: Y/n’s biology class, Y/n’s favorite bathroom, etc.
“This guy keeps fucking tabs on his bitch yo. I thought you said they’d been together for a while”
“They have…” Jungkook peered at the footage. “Somehow I don’t think she knows he watches her like this”
“No shit” Seokjin made wild eyes at Jungkook sarcastically and smacked him. Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“I have to tell her. Something is fucked here”
“Look, I don’t know these people, but I have heard about guys sort of isolating their girls so that they become really, like, dependent or something. So that they can take them away and do whatever they want. Pretty fucked.”
Jungkook considered his friends words. “You might be onto something…He could be guilting her into staying with him…” Like an epiphany, the pieces fell together, “Marriage. He’s gonna make her marry him.”
“That’s fucked.”
“Dude shut-up,” Jungkook snapped, his protective instinct now in overdrive. “Give me your keys, I need to tell her. I have to go save her”
“Why?” Seokjin chuckled, “It’s really none of your business. You barely know her too, you guys are nothing but classmates” Jungkook’s heart dropped at the statement.
He shouldn’t care right? He was better now. Was interfering in her life just him becoming obsessive again? Was he reading too much into it?
“Fuck. You’re right. I’m insane” He exhaled, “My first instinct was to hack into her boyfriend’s computer uh, I clearly need to calm down” Seokjin hummed in agreement as he continued to click around on Yoongi’s server.
There were a few moments of silence before something inside Jungkook just ticked. She wasn’t safe. He could just tell. She needed him. He had to find her. “No…no, dude. If there is even a slight chance that she’s in danger I can’t…I can’t let that happen” Seokjin shrugged and tossed him his keys. Jungkook let the key ring twirl on his finger as he quickly dashed out of his apartment.
Yoongi and you had been at it for hours, not being able to get enough of each other’s bodies. You were xausted, laying on the couch butt naked, straddling Yoongi and hugging him tightly. Your skin was sweaty, and so was his. You guys were sticking to one another like glue. The smell of sex was evident throughout the room. You probably would have fallen asleep like that if it weren’t for the sudden phrasing on your door.
“Y/n! Y/n are you in there! It’s Jungkook, please it’s important!” He screamed urgently. Your eyes widened and you looked at Yoongi who simply had a silly grin on his face. He released his hold on you, allowing you to get up
“Um…give me second” You called back, running to your room to find some clothes. Yoongi got dressed as well.
You opened the door and Jungkook popped inside the moment he could fit through the crack.
“I…I need to show you something” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who was simply grinning with an interested expression. “In my apartment…please…look I know you don’t want to be seen with me, but I promise you I did not film us. I didn’t even want” Yoongi glared at him and he shut his mouth, “Look please, please Y/n you have to believe me. Come over and I’ll show you”
He was gripped your forearms tightly and you wiggled away. “Um…I’m definitely not going to go to your apartment Jungkook” You scoffed, “Just say what you have to say right here”
Jungkook gulped, and Yoongi licked his lips, extremely amused and anticipating the events that were going to follow.
“Can we talk in private?” Jungkook looked deep into your eyes, searching for any small ounce of trust you might have left in him, and ultimately coming up dry.
“No. Just say what you have to say” You said, crossing your arms.
Yoongi paced over to where Y/n was standing and placed a hand on your hip from behind. Jungkook glared at him and he glared right back.
“It was you” Jungkook said dryly, a serious expression causing him to clench his jaw, “You’re a fucking psycho”
Yoongi tilted his head to the side, “Excuse me?”
“You filmed us. She didn’t tell you to pay me to fuck her did she? Hm? No. You, you paid me to fuck her and you filmed it, you live streamed it so that the whole world could see. All so that she wouldn’t have anywhere to turn but to you. You’re a manipulative bastard and a predator and Y/n” Jungkook met your outraged eyes, “You are not safe with this guy. I have proof”
“What the fuck are you saying? Are you high?” You slapped him harshly.
There was a moment of silence as Jungkook touched the side of his face that you hit, looking back up at you bitterly. “I know it sounds crazy. But he literally has cameras following you around everywhere. He watches your every move. He’s sick. Go to his computer and check if you don’t believe me”
“Actually it’s funny you should say that” Yoongi piped in, a charming expression still on display, “The other day I found something really interesting about you Jungkook” He quickly went and grabbed his laptop, opening it up to show them the screen. “You’re calling me a psyco, but you really just want Y/n all to yourself don’t you. You’re the one who’s a creep. I mean,” He scoffed, “I can’t believe you filmed this” He pressed play.
The blood drained from Jungkook’s face. It was a video of you and him. All those years ago. Fucking senselessly, two horny teenagers, all over your house.
Your mouth hung open in shock. You blinked, looking from the screen to Jungkook to try to convince yourself what you were seeing was real.
“You…when did this happen…is that me?” You stuttered, the scenes unfolding in the video overwhelming you. It was definitely your house, and he was definitely moaning your name.
“Y/n…No, I…” Jungkook was at a loss for words. He glared at Yoongi, who was smirking still.
Jungkook grabbed your hair and shoved you up against the window, your chest pressing into the glass. Anyone walking past would be able to see your naked body on display. He let his nose trace from your ear to the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet aroma. You whined his name, trembling as his grip tightened and he pulled your hair back.
“You know how many times I’ve wanted to do this? Hm? You know how bad I’ve wanted to just bend you over and fuck you right when I see you? Years. I’ve wanted this for years. Such a sweet…sweet girl. I knew you’d taste so sweet” He thrusted into you and you moaned his name in pleasure. “Just like that my sweet baby, mmm. Scream for me. Tell me how much you love it” He turned you around and picked up through legs, stopping briefly to remove his glasses.
“Wait…” You panted, your breasts heaving with your deep expirations. “Keep them on”
Jungkook smirked.
“Why?”
“I…I like them…I like you…”
You dropped the the floor in shock. You couldn’t remember any of this, but you did remember feeling some type of way about Jungkook’s glasses. You didn’t even want to know what happened. You needed him to leave. You just wanted Yoongi. Yoongi was simple, kind, and loved you. Jungkook was only making life more and more complicated.
“Get out” You growled at him.
“Y/n…please I know how this looks but you have to believe me”
“He’s clearly obsessed with you. Went to your highschool, followed you to college and didn’t even tell you. He’s probably been stalking you this whole time” Yoongi muttered, clicking his tongue in pity, “Poor guy probably has something wired wrong in his head. I hope you get the help you need Jungkook, really. But I think you better go if Y/n doesn’t want you here” Yoongi politely put his hand on Jungkook’s back to lead him out.
“Y/n! He’s crazy. Yoongi is crazy. He paid me to have sex with you I…” Jungkook held up his wrist, “He gave me this watch! Half a million dollars to do it. See?” You looked to see he was in fact telling the truth, Yoongi’s pricey watch was on his wrist. Yoongi turned to you and gave you a concerned look.
“Oh gosh. I’ve been looking for this, I though I lost it somewhere.” He said innocently, sliding the watch off of Jungkook’s wrist. “Did you steal this Jungkook? Look, my buddy knows a really good therapist, I’ll email you his contact information, please do get some help okay”
“No…” Jungkook struggled violently against Yoongi who was calmly trying to push him out the door, “Y/n…please believe me…I…I don’t even like you okay. I don’t!”
You scoffed, hands open aimlessly as you sat on the floor, still dazed. The tape of you and Jungkook still playing.
Finally Yoongi managed to drag Jungkook out. He was gone for a bit, but you didn’t notice because you were lost in pure shock, trying to desperately search your memory for answers.
When Yoongi came back, he was wearing a pair of glasses. “Hi baby. Are you feeling any better? Poor thing” He knelt down by your side.
“Are those Jungkooks?” You asked. Yoongi nodded, taking the frames off into his hands.
“Yeah. I figured if you like them I may as well take them”
“He just gave you his glasses?”
Yoongi paused.
“I just…took them” Right after he beat in his skull with a baseball bat in the alley behind your apartment.
the glow up (6) | kth, pjm
pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 3k
warnings: cheating, explicit smut: heavy making out...like HEAVY, in a pool, oral (f receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slow burn, feelings, slut shaming, slight exhibitionism, alcohol use, choking, small daddy kink, taehyung calls you princess, swearing
part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 masterlist
Taehyung let his feet sink into the water, warmed by the body heat from the many ex-classmates of his who populated the pool. He stared out onto the horizon, the suburban hills a largely underwhelming contrast to the party vibes. He felt a presence come beside him, and the overwhelming designer perfume scent let him know it was Hobi.
“What’s up champ? Got eyes on anyone tonight?” Hobi asked, placing his hand on Tae’s back playfully. Taehyung simply sighed.
He was playing a losing game. He knew from the moment he kissed you that it was a mistake. He knew you would pick Jimin in the end, and he would get heartbroken.
But somehow he couldn’t deny you. Whenever you would text to hang out, his heart would flutter. He did his best to make as much time for you as he could this summer, soaking up every word you said, every smile you sent his way. He knew you just wanted him to have sex. But he enjoyed your company more than you knew.
He was an idiot. He pushed you too far too fast, he understood more than anyone why you needed freedom to explore your body and sexuality. You had insecurities you needed to deal with. You weren’t ready. You never were.
“I don’t think so…maybe I’ll just double team with Jungkook” Taehyung faked a laugh. Hobi gave him a fist bump.
“Fucking Jimin almost started a fight with him, so I sent them and Y/n inside to sort their shit out” Taehyung felt his stomach flip.
“Oh yeah” He couldn’t even find it within himself to pretend to look amused. He was pouting. He didn’t even care. He knew exactly what Jungkook was likely going to make of the situation, and he knew you would let him. Jungkook, like him, was more promiscuous, and had a bad reputation behaving with girls, but he never expected him to treat an old friend the same way. He called him out, but Jungkook did not have any apologies.
“She likes it Tae. I guarantee it” Jungkook had said before Taehyung almost punched him in the face.
“I hate this” Taehyung muttered, tilting his head up as he felt his eyes getting wet. The prospect of you having sex with Jungkook hurt him a bit too much. He shouldn’t care, it was your life. You guys weren’t exclusive at all. He hadn’t been loyal to you either. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Taehyung groaned in frustration. Hobi chuckled.
“You’re in love with her”
Taehyung clenched his fists. He hated that he understood what you were going through. He hated that he was able to read your every thought and understand your every desire. He hated what you were doing to him.
“You should at least tell her. She probably doesn’t think she has a genuine shot with you. Let her know her options.”
“She’s not gonna pick me over Jimin” Taehyung laughed, “Jimin is her best friend. She literally can’t go a fucking week without him. Even if she dated me, she would still go to him for everything because he knows her better”
“You should give yourself more credit. From what I’ve heard anyway, Jimin’s been sort of a little bitch to her about all this. Some people are just meant to be friends, others maybe something more. Let me tell you…” Hobi wandered off onto a tangent about his own relationship and Taehyung tuned out. He downed the bitter watery beer left over in his cup, mentally noting to go for something stronger next time. His phone vibrated.
jungkook: ur girls tits are fire
Yeah. He definitely needed something much stronger
You woke up slowly to the sound of a booming base, realizing quickly that the party was still going on. You tried to turn but Jimin’s cock was still inside you. You smiled.
“Jimin, wake up” You called out softly, reaching your hand to stroke his head which was lazily muffled into your neck. He mumbled something incoherent, the vibrations of his voice on your skin making you blush. His body was sticky with sweat and you were both a mess. “Let’s freshen up, I don’t wanna miss the whole party come on” You nudged him and he stirred. You slowly rolled away, his cock sliding out of you causing him to groan in frustration, reaching out blindly for you on the mattress.
“Where’d you goooo” He complained, his eyes finally opening slightly. Seeing your naked figure sitting besides him he simply couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
“I’m gonna go freshen up.” You informed him, kissing his forehead slightly. “I feel gross”
Jimin sat up and cupped your face. “Y/n…wait…let’s just sort this out. I hated what just happened okay. I’m sorry but I did. I don’t want to share you. Be my girlfriend. Let’s fucking just date. I’m sorry I’ve been moody and a jerk, but beyond all that you know I adore you more than anyone in the world. No amount of distance has been able to get in the way of you and me. Let’s try this out. Let’s date”
The look in his eyes was pleading, like he was a frail piece of glass that was about to shatter. Your gut screamed no. Say no. But your heart did not want to see that light in his gaze fade. You nodded your head.
“Yeah…let’s date”
-
You found yourself back at the pool. The sun had set, and the rainbow colored lights made the place look magical. You really wanted to dance, the music was loud and the songs were perfect. You should feel happy, you finally had a boyfriend. But instead you felt like someone was choking you— you couldn’t breathe. You looked across the pool to see a drunk Taehyung splashing around wildly with a few girls. He wrapped his hands around one and spun her around, giggling like a mess. You wanted to be her. You wanted to play and goof off but you couldn’t.
Unknowingly a tear ran down your cheek. You put your hands in your palms, allowing your tears to fall freely. Why were you so unsatisfied? You had the perfect guy in your hands, so why were you unhappy?
You felt a wet hand on your knee, quickly wiping your eyes to see Taehyung in the water below you. He was shirtless, hair soaked, a drunken gleam in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asked sweetly. You had no idea how he was managing to be nice while he was drunk. Taehyung was a wild drunk, you knew this well.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it” You stated dryly. You couldn’t bear to look at Taehyung too long, you just felt like breaking down even more. Taehyung sighed and pulled you into the pool.
“Let it happen” He whispered, bringing you into his embrace. He rand his wet hand through your hair before holding the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. “Don’t think. Just don’t think” His words brushed up against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, your arms finding their way around his neck, pulling yourself as close to him as you possibly could get. Taehyung held you tight and floated the two of you towards the back of the pool.
You couldn’t stop, your lips attached like magnets. He kissed you long and sweet, and you responded to his every move with even more eagerness. Your pulse races, and you felt a tingling sensation run through your chest as you shut your eyes, focusing on the hot feeling of his mouth against yours. He paused, barely aware from your face to inhale quickly. His sparkling eyes were gorgeous under the florescent lights, his pink hair almost glowing against the darkness. “Hold your breath” You nodded quickly as he captured your lips again and dragged you under the water.
The music went quiet, everything was still. All you could feel was wetness and Taehyung all over you. You let your hands find his face holding your mouth against him. Your lungs constricted as you lost air but you didn’t care. It was serenity. Taehyung’s hands moved to your hips and as if you could read his mind you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He picked you up and rose you back above the water. You both gasped for breath, smiling wide into each other’s eyes before kissing yet again. You looked around quickly to see that quite a few people were staring at you guys, which only made you smile even wider. Taehyung watched your gaze and giggled slightly.
“You just love putting on a show don’t you princess”
You turned to admire the man who held you. His soaked hair, gorgeous eyes and toned body. His lush lips and sweet voice. He winked at you and you felt your heart explode, blushing furiously. You buried your face into his chest in embarrassment. Taehyung motioned for the crowd of observers to leave the two of you alone as he rested his back against the pool wall, continuing to hold you close.
Taehyung stroked your cheek like you were a prized gem that he couldn’t believe he got his hands on. When your eyes met again your blood rushed and you kissed him furiously, whimpering softly. “Easyyy princess”
“I can’t get enough” You exhaled, barely able to speak. Your lips throbbed, swelling from the contact but you just wanted more. “Tae let’s get out of here. I want you” Your tongue traced his mouth and you softly bit his bottom lip, dragging it teasingly.
Taehyung hesitated, as if the liquid courage in his veins drained at the reality that you were not his to have. He could never say no to you. You were too amazing. He loved you far too much.
“Whatever you want princess” He playfully bit at your nose before lifting you out of the pool. You got out, water dripping from your clothes and helped drag Taehyung up as well. He grabbed himself a towel, rubbing it through his hair, and you almost drooled. He then grabbed another one and wrapped it around your shoulders so that it covered your chest.
Hobi walked over to the two of you, clapping his hands. “Wow what a performance. That was hot” He pinked your cheek playfully and smiled fondly. “You two are more than welcome to use my room” You stiffened, remembering what all had transpired on Hobi’s bed earlier. Suddenly the water on your body felt heavy. You felt gross.
“Think I could use a shower first” Taehyung stated, patting your ass lightly and squeezing it. He winked at Hobi who nodded. Taehyung took your hand into his and led you down to Hobi’s bathroom. Unbeknownst to Taehyung, you tried to hide your face with your towel. After all, Jimin was still around here somewhere. And you totally just cheated on him.
Hobi’s bathroom was as impressive as the rest of his house. The shower was spacious, clear glass walls and marble tile. Taehyung began to peel off his drenched attire. He then proceeded to undress you, almost tearing your tube top as it stubbornly stuck to your skin.
You had forgot how drunk Taehyung was but he reminded you soon enough, as your tits popped out and he went right to them, growling as he sucked harshly. His fingers found your clit and started to explore your folds, causing you to limply fall further into his embrace. He stopped to look into your eyes again, unaware of the heat soaring through your cheeks.
“Do you want to try something?” He said, his words beginning to slur slightly. You nodded and he smirked, pulling you into the shower, and turning the warm rain on. Taehyung dropped to his knees, pressing you against the glass wall and began to kiss your clit softly, letting his tongue peak through and flick against it. Your hands found his hair and your pushed his head towards you as he let his tongue slide out more, lathering you up and licking every crevice. Sensation was building up with every move and you felt like your chest would explode. It felt so good, but you missed the feeling of his body against yours.
“Tae…tae…kiss me” You pleaded. He spat on your pussy and used his tongue to mix his saliva with your arousal. You twitched as his he became harsher. “Tae”
He was not listening, too engrossed in eating up every last drop of you. He sucked, pushed his tongue into your core, pushing your thighs further and further apart. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn’t want to cum yet. You wanted to look into his eyes. You wanted to feel his lips on your body. The shower continued to hit your chest, rolling down onto Taehyung’s head. He rose up, licking his lips, with a feral look in his eyes. He grabbed your neck and brought his face close to you. His grip tightened and you squirmed, unsure of what he was about to do.
He watched as droplets of water trickled down from your forehead, over your supple blushed cheeks, down your bruised lips, off your chin and down the valley of your heaving breasts. “I love you” His breath hitched. “I love you y/n” He choked you harder, your breath escaping you. He let his nose drag against your face, from your ear down your neck. He bit into your collar, sucking your skin harshly to mark you.
“Taehyung I can’t breathe” You yelped. He released his grip and you took a deep breath. Your vision was hazy, the hot fumes of the water and the lack of oxygen pushing you into a feeling of light headedness. Taehyung wasted no time in pinning your hands above you and slowly pushing his now rock hard cock into you.
You couldn’t really feel what was happening, desperately trying to breathe as Taehyung bottomed out. His chest pressed against yours and his lips barely an inch from yours. Keeping one hand holding yours, he gripped your hips with the other and began pummeling into you roughly. He smacked your thigh when he felt you try to close your legs, your pussy sore from the harsh movements. He began to slow down, rolling his hips more so you could really feel his cock hit you in all the best places.
Your pussy clenched, causing him to moan out. “Is my little princess gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on daddy’s big cock hm? Your such a little whore for me. You love the way daddy’s dick feels in your little tight pussy don’t you? Hm?” He growled into your ear, his words sending you further and further over the edge. His thrusts became slow but harsh, as he grunted with each one, feeling his cock go as deep inside you as it could.
A wave of shock washed over you as your reached your high, your body twitching immensely. Taehyung began to rub your clit furiously as he felt you orgasm, helping you through it. You screamed out with pleasure, Taehyung cooing at you to keep going. Your ecstasy did not relent, his rapid fingering pushing you straight into another orgasm causing you to yell out his name like a prayer.
Taehyung rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you with both his hands now and let you grab his hair. He pounded into your drenched pussy as you both continued to soak under the pouring shower. “Say it…tell me you love me y/n…or are you really just the little whore they all say you are” He bit the lobe of your ear, making you gasp out at the unexpected rush of pleasure.
“Taehyung…fuck you feel so good” You whimpered at the overstimulation. You felt Taehyung smile. What you couldn’t see was Taehyung head lifting up to make eye contact with a certain someone at the door of the bathroom.
Now fully awake from his nap, Jimin stood, shocked at what he was seeing. The way you were so intimately being fucked by Taehyung, the way you moaned out his name, the way your hands were clenched in his hair as water poured down on the both of you. Taehyung’s eyes were sinister. His smirk as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.
“Say it princess. Say you love me.” He mumbled, thrusting in extra hard and making you scream.
“I…” You couldn’t think straight, feeling a second high coming, “Fuck…more Tae more…I’m so close, you feel so good. Taehyungggg” You panted feverishly, “Yes baby, I love you, I love you so much. I love you more than anything baby ahhhh” The orgasm hit you, and your pussy squeezed Taehyung’s cock so violently that he came then and there too, all while not looking away from Jimin for a second. Taehyung then kissed you, continuing to hold you against the glass.
“I love you” You panted, cupping his cheeks as he kissed you softly. Jimin felt like he was going to throw up. He couldn’t see your eyes—he didn’t even want to. His heart was absolutely shattered.
He felt tears coming on strong. This was his soul mate. His best friend. Did she really not love him back? Was this really happening? Jimin clenched his fists. Memories of your sweet laugh, your endless nights with him talking about everything. You were home to him, and now he felt as though he had lost everything. Were you really that desperate for cock? That you would ruin your relationship with you best friend? Why didn’t you just say no if you didn’t love him? Why did you say you wanted him when you didn’t?
Jimin’s thoughts ran a million miles a second and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
He dropped to the floor crying.
Who were you? Where was his y/n? Did this glow up destroy the beautiful girl he fell in love with?
A/N: next chapter will be the ending!! thanks for following along & all your support, i hope you enjoyed it:) wonder who y/n will finally go with....
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the glow up (7) | pjm, kth
pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 6.6k (oops)
warnings: multiple smut scenes, unprotected sex, doggy style, love-making, daddy kink+impreg kink+praise kink if you squint, toxic behavior, cheating, unhealthy relationship dynamics, emotional sex, oral (f receiving), alcohol-abuse, public sex/exhibitionism, a whole lot of kissing
part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 masterlist
“I need to tell you something Tae” Taehyung used to always generally wonder what it would be like to be shot with a gun. He wondered if the pain was quick, or if it was constant. “Jimin asked me out, and I said yes”
Wait. How did he even get here? Taehyung’s vision was blurred. He was not entirely sure he was even conscious, the temperature and humidity exorbitantly high in the enclosed shower. Something carnal had overcome him, as though he saw the opportunity to claim his prize and he ravished for it, pushing aside all inhibitions in the process. That prize was you. But the second you said the words he so badly craved, his heart plummeted. The tone. The look on your face. None of it was right. You had quickly retracted everything you said, barely giving him a minute to relish in it.
He tried to kiss you softly, trying to act like everything was perfect and he was satisfied with you. He tried to suppress the newfound ache he felt deep in his veins, focusing instead on your hot wet body pressed up against him with no space to breathe.
At least Jimin had seen it. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? Taehyung glanced back at the boy who was almost lifelessly sitting on the bathroom floor, tears escaping his pained eyes, but not a sound.
“I’m so sorry” You exhaled, bringing him back to reality. Taehyung smiled, hugging you close but maintaining his gaze on Jimin. He couldn’t handle a confrontation right now. He was exhausted, dizzy and needed to get some sleep. “I need to tell him…I…I fucked up.” Was this all a dream?
Jimin quietly rose from where he had collapsed, and before you could see that he saw everything, he backed out of the room, an intense stare locked on Taehyung’s now drooping eyes. Taehyung could barely stand straight, the alcohol kicking in hard now. His head ached, and he felt like everything around him was slowing down. He shut his eyes, letting the warm darkness of ignorance envelop him.
-
The scent of fall was always so refreshing. It reminded you that soon you would be returning to campus, where your real life lay, and your little bubble fantasy would come to an end. And in this case, you wished that it would come sooner. You missed the days where your biggest concern was an upcoming paper due, or if you would be able to land an interview.
You were at the local market with you ran into the person you least expected to see. Jungkook.
“Well hi there hottie” Jungkook winked. You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as he chuckled, “I’m kidding…chill. What’s up?” He came over to your cart, leaning casually against it.
“Shopping” You muttered trying to express your discomfort. Jungkook cleared his throat.
“Listen Y/n, I’m really sorry about everything this summer. You and I were friends, and I disrespected you. I know sorry doesn’t undo it but, I really do feel bad about it all”
“O..okay” You shrugged, his apology making you all the more uncomfortable “If you’ll excuse me…”
“Taehyung really misses you.” He blurted, “Why did you suddenly just stop talking to him?
You scoffed, “He knows”
“He doesn’t. He really doesn’t remember anything Y/n. He didn’t know you were dating Jimin until a few days ago when I brought it up because I saw his insta story”
You blushed slightly, remembering the sweet picnic Jimin had taken you on. You had come clean to Jimin, and surprisingly he had not been upset with you. He simply agreed that perhaps you guys were neither at a place to be in a relationship, and that your friendship was far too important to risk.
You two decided at least for the time being, to stay friends. Ever since then, you had been able to hang out with him normally. His only caveat being that you stop seeing Taehyung.
“Anyone but him Y/n…please” Jimin had pleaded. Your heart clenched. You had only just begun to entertain the idea of Taehyung as something more than a fuckbuddy, but now that door was closed before it even opened.
You rolled your eyes at Jungkook, “We’re not dating.”
“Okay then why can’t you go see Taehyung? He’s been calling you like crazy, he’s asked me to call you. He’s so confused” You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. That you hadn’t been constantly thinking about it. Your lack of response prompted Jungkook to continue, “Y/n…I’ve literally never seen him like this okay. He hasn’t been doing anything. He hasn’t been hooking up…or even talking to anyone else anymore. He barely eats, he just sits in bed being a pathetic wimp all day. Least you could do is give him an explanation”
“Jimin doesn’t want me to talk to him. That’s what it took”
“God how are you even friends with this prick?” Jungkook scoffed, “Jimin can suck a tree truck ok, what do you want to do?” You simply shrugged. You hadn’t really even asked yourself that. You were an absolute mess and you hated it. But Taehyung never minded. He saw the mess, and instead of trying to clean you up he embraced the mess you were, seeing what was beneath all of it, just a girl who wanted to be cherished. Someone who wanted to be celebrated. Yes, you liked attention. Yes, you liked being adored. Taehyung checked off every box.
You sighed, “Ok, I’ll call him” Jungkook pouted “Fine. I’ll go see him” He grinned.
-
Taehyung rolled over, his comforter falling off his bed into a pile on the floor. He groaned into his pillow. He felt pathetic. He was able to harbor his crush for so long and accept the reality that Y/n was not his to have, but now he had a taste. He had become attached. And it hurt like hell.
You had stopped talking to him out of the blue after Hobi’s party. He remembered kissing you in the pool, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing else was coming back to him.
Taehyung had cried so much in the past few days, his skin was absolutely dry. He felt helpless, like he didn’t even get a chance. He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to kiss you in public, swinging you around like the princess you were. His princess. He wanted to spoil you and see that cute smile of yours. He didn’t want to have sex anymore. Well…he did. The thought of you on his cock was the closest thing to pleasure he felt anymore. But as soon as he remembered he’d never ever have that pleasure again, it would end up hurting even more.
“Tae?” He clenched his eyes shut, preferring to sleep because at least then he could dream that you were there. “Tae it’s me” Your voice was soo soothing to him. He could listen to you all day.
Taehyung jumped suddenly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was you. You were actually there. Taehyung quickly wiped his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes to confirm what he was seeing.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung’s voice was soft, almost broken.
“I owe you an explanation” As soon as you said those words you almost laughed, “Actually, I don’t owe you anything. But you forgot what happened so” Taehyung reached for your hands put you shifted away. His eyes were wide, pleading for just a simple touch.
“Look whatever it is I’m so sorry okay” Taehyung whimpered, trying to reach for you again, watching as the tips of his fingers touched yours. “God I missed you” He looked back up at you. Your heart skipped a beat.
“We fucked. But Jimin had just asked me out and we were drunk. We fucked in a shower and then I told you that it was a mistake. Then you passed out. I told Jimin what happened, and he forgave me but asked that I stop seeing you. Which is fair.” You gulped. “I said I loved you” Taehyung’s hand slid over yours, “I regretted it”
You could feel him trembling. “Really?” Taehyung whispered. You nodded before realizing what you had just implied. Taehyung firmly grasps your hand now, pulling you towards him slightly, reaching his other hand to your face and stroking your jaw. He exhales. Your breath hitched as he pulled your face in close. He licked his lips, letting his eyes drop to your lips then back to gaze into your eyes. “Is that a yes for regretting or a yes that you love me?” He looked like heaven, his eyelashes fluttering right before you, a teasing gleam in his gaze. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, kissing him desperately.
Taehyung fell on his back, pulling you to straddle him. You dipped your chest, pressing against him as you moaned into the kiss, wanting to feel his warmth as much as possible. He was sweaty from being in bed for so long, but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his tangled locks, swallowing his tongue in your mouth. Taehyung gripped your hips, pinching your sides fondly. His fingers pressed into your skin as the slipped under the waistline of your shorts. You gasped for air only for Taehyung to whine, raising himself to meet your lips again before you could even finish a breath.
“Fuck princess” Taehyung hissed as you found a way to wiggle off your tank top, revealing a cute bralette. You maybe had an inkling something like this would go down. Never hurt to be prepared. “You little minx, you knew daddy was gonna fuck you huh?”
You giggled as he sat up and pulled you flush against him, peppering kisses across your chest. He pushed his face into your breasts and paused, inhaling deeply. “So fucking hot” He murmured.
The feeling of his soft hair on your skin made your heart pound insanely fast. He looked up at you, his eyes full of mischief and lust. He pushed you back so he was on top of you now, pulling off his shirt seamlessly. You traced his chest.
He kissed you harshly, biting your lip before moving down your body. He kept his eyes glued to yours as he moved from your lips, down to your neck, your chest, your tits, your stomach, your thighs. Once he reached your knees he stopped and tugged off your shorts and panties.
“Is this for me princess?” His voice was so incredibly soft as it vibrated against your inner thigh. You gulped and nodded. “You look delicious baby…I can’t wait to taste you”
You squealed as his tongue found your clit. His warm tongue knew your pussy well and it showed, as he made you twitch and scream beneath him, hitting all the right places. He ate you out like you were his last meal, carefully savoring every bit of your dripping cunt.
He broke away to lick his lips, smirking at you. “Get on your knees” He ordered. You shivered at the prospect. You got ready for him as he shed the rest of his clothing. His cock was throbbing for you. He gripped your wrists harshly as he positioned himself behind you, leaning over you so his face was buried in the back of your neck.
“You’re so good for me, such a good girl.” He groaned, rolling his hips so that his cock brushed past your ass. His kissed your shoulder fondly. “So perfect mm” He let go of your wrists, pumping his cock before guiding into you. Your hole practically sucked him in. You weren’t as stretched out as you could have been, so you felt the pain as he slowly bottomed out. Taehyung collapsed over you again, kissing your cheek softly and grabbing your breasts.
“Holy fuck you’re tight” He moaned out, savoring the feeling of just being inside of you. He nuzzled into your neck cutely. “All mine. My princess” He kissed your cheek again as he rolled his hips. The contrast was overwhelming. Your heart didn’t know what to feel. The boy of your dreams being an absolute darling while also taking you from behind.
“Is this okay baby?” He thrusted into you harshly, pausing to make sure it didn’t hurt.
“Yeah…more Tae…do more” You whined. Taehyung chuckled, groping you harshly as he flexed his hips again. He loved the way your whole body would jerk under him with every thrust. Your breasts steady in his hands as the rest of you pushed further into the mattress.
You could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. His sensual grind making your whole body feel fluttery and excited. He felt amazing. His nose traced the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the way you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. “Fuck princess you’re so goddamn tight, just squeezing the fuck out of me”
“Do…do I feel good? Do you like it?” You asked nervously, unsure if you needed to be doing anything differently. You tried to push your ass back as he thrusted to allow him to get even deeper inside of you.
“Of course princess, you feel amazing. You’re so fucking good. So good. Such a good girl for me” Taehyung let out a low growl as his pace sped up, “My little princess, all wet and tight for me, letting me just pound into you like…fuckkk” He cried out as you clenched down on him, feeling a small rush of adrenaline overtake you. You knew you would cum soon, his words turning you on beyond reason.
“Just like that baby…so good…that’s it baby” He urged you on, noticing you getting wetter by the second. The obscene squelching mixed with your loud whimpers filling the room. “Come on princess, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me. Cum for me like the good girl you are” Taehyung’s voice was incredibly sensual, and your brain short circuited. You squealed as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your orgasm shaking you to the core, causing you to clamp your cunt tightly around Taehyung’s cock, twitching as you gushed onto him.
“Yes…fuck yes” Taehyung basked in the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you even faster through it. “You feel so good holy fuck” He cried out, his hands leaving your breasts to help hold himself up as his hips began moving insanely fast.
“I’m…” He exhaled, “Gonna….” He slowed down his thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling a bit longer before he burst. “Princess say you love me. Tell me how much you love me”
Your heart swelled, a comforting feeling washing over you at the realization that Taehyung was really yours. That maybe…maybe you were having sex with the guy that would be your boyfriend. You couldn’t keep down a smile.
“I love you Taehyung. I love you. Cum inside me baby. Want you” You choked out. You felt his cock twitch inside you before a hot liquid shoots into your core. Taehyung screams out as he empties inside of you, immediately falling to your side limply.
There was a moment of silence before Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and pulled your naked body into his embrace. He kissed your neck all over, making you giggle and squirm.
“Y/n…will you be my girlfriend” Taehyung asked simply, gazing fondly into your eyes. Reality hit you again.
“I…I can’t”
“If Park Jimin is really your friend, he will support you. A real friend doesn’t tell you who you can or cant see” Taehyung reasoned.
“Yeah but…”
“I love you so much y/n” Taehyung pressed his lips onto your forehead, “Let me show you. I wanna take you out. I wanna get to know you better. Please.”
You sighed. Jimin would be dealt with. Right now all you wanted was to love and be loved by the man in front of you.
“Okay, yeah. I’ll be your girlfriend”
——-
The next time you saw Jimin, you two had decided to meet up on the beach to go on a run. He arrived, water bottle in hand, ready to burn some steam. You smiled slightly knowing that he would probably have a good workout after you told him the news.
“Jimin”
“Hey” He smiled.
“I want to date Taehyung”
And the smile vanished. Jimin clenched his bottle.
“Let’s jog” You recommended, and you took off, keeping a slower pace so that you could still talk to Jimin. The brush of the air past you felt refreshing as your heart rate began to pick up. “He really loves me”
“So?”
“So…if you really were my friend why would you stop me from being with someone who cares about me too”
“You know why.” Jimin picked up his speed.
“But Jimin, that’s not really fair” You chased after him. “Please you know I need you, so don’t make me choose”
“I hate him Y/n. I really hate him” Jimin growled, now practically sprinting You took a deep breath and tried to keep up.
“Jimin…slow down” You panted but he kept going.
“Jimin come on, don’t be like this. I’ve never had a boyfriend before can’t you just be excited for me?”
Jimin came to a sudden halt. Your reflexes didn’t catch on fast enough and the next thing you know you crashed into Jimin’s chest. He grabbed you quickly to keep you from falling. The two of you giggled.
Jimin looked into your pleading eyes. He realized that you were right. He had no right to stop you from doing anything. You deserved your firsts. He cared about you so much, how could he ever get in the way of your happiness.
Jimin knew deep down that you had things you needed to work on, and so did he. But the two of you still needed each other as friends. He didn’t want to lose that no matter what.
“I’m sorry Y/n”
“What? No, oh my gosh, you don’t need to be sorry about anything”
“No I’m sorry for being such an immature idiot about all of this. Of course you should date whoever you want to. I’ll always support you” He pinched your cheek affectionately, “You and me are forever.”
You grinned widely, hugging your best friend tightly. “Thank you Jimin”
The two of you took off your sneakers and headed to the water to walk along the shore. The breeze began to turn cold. Jimin noticed you shiver so he pulled his shirt off and tossed it at you, the fabric landing on your face. His scent was suffocating in a good way. You caught the shirt and kicked water at Jimin in retaliation. The competitive spark in his eyes returned as he bent down to grab your hips, lifting you up from behind and swinging you around.
“Jimin!” You laughed. He smiled widely and set you down. You ran ahead of him slightly, throwing the shirt on over your head and feeling the soft warm fabric hug you. Jimin jogged to catch up.
“Okay Mr. Abs. I bet I can race you into the water” You poked his chest playfully, flinching slightly when you realized he was shirtless. Jimin raised his eyebrows.
“Why would you make a bet you know you’ll lose”
“You’re forgetting that the water is going to be ice cold. Unlike you I have clothes on, and a nice layer of fat protecting me” You joke. Jimin rolled his eyes and pinched your sides.
“If you say so” He shrugged, “On your mark…” But you already set off running, the damp sand kicking up as your feet splashed their way towards the ocean. You could hear Jimin complaining behind you and it only made you run faster. Your feet hit the water and it was freezing. You yelped a little at the contact but continued to go in deeper, until the water was up to your knees, weighing the shirt down.
Jimin splashed you and you felt yourself go under the icy waves. You retaliated, pulling him down with you. He got up and shook his hair to get the water off. You looked at each, both soaked and trembling in the cold. Jimin’s expression changed as you felt his eyes scan your body. His shirt was clinging to your sides. He stepped closer to her and let his hands slide to your low back. You looked up at him. You knew that look.
“Jimin” You started but he let go of your instantly.
“Sorry. Sorry. You’re with Tae. I respect that” He backed away. You smiled softly.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out so much so soon huh” You mumbled.
Jimin nodded, his heart dropping at the thought of not talking to you. “Some space is probably healthy yeah”
“I’ll always be here when you’re ready” You grabbed his hand. He leaned in to kiss the top of your hand.
“I know. I won’t leave you, I promise”
—
Taehyung helped you move back to campus. When it was time for him to leave, he suddenly understood the weight of a long distance relationship. The reality that he wouldn’t get to hold you every night. That you would be living a different life, one he knew nothing about. But moreso that he had a different life too. One where he was never tied down, let alone to someone who wasn’t around.
You were worth it though, he reminded himself. He waited in the lobby for you to come down from your apartment to see him off. He spotted you in elevator, chatting with your neighbor, some guy named Namjoon. The guy was really attractive, even Taehyung found himself checking out his ass. He watched your behavior carefully, pursing his lips as you ended the conversation and came to him.
“Hey. You all set to go?” Taehyung cleared his throat.
“Yeah…” He kissed your lips softly, “I’m gonna get going now…bye princess” You hugged him tightly, kissing one last time before you watching Taehyung leave.
Long distance was tough, but manageable. He would send naughty texts to help you get off every now and then. You still called Jimin practically every day, and things went on as normal. You wondered if you should have been missing Taehyung more, but it wasn’t as if he was ever really that big of a part of your life. You probably just needed to adjust.
It was because of this though that you didn’t notice that Taehyung had stopped calling as often, stopped sending flirty texts and instead replacing them with short “ok” “cool” “nice”. If you had noticed, you might have realized he was trying to get your attention. He wanted you to miss him like he was missing you. Until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
-
Jimin took a sip of his beer. Winter break was just around the corner. You and him made plans with all of your friends to go to Mexico and enjoy a beach resort, and he couldn’t wait. He remembered then that you now were dating Taehyung, meaning he would have to see you all over him, and probably hear every detail about everything you’ll do with him. He smirked.
Jimin had been hurt for a while after you started dating Taehyung, but eventually he realized that it was the right thing for you at the time. It was your first relationship, and Taehyung was a good person to explore yourself with. He respected you guys, and repaired your friendship slowly but surely. By the time you guys returned to campus, it was as if the drama never happened. You two facetimed every day. You knew every details of his college life and he yours.
Jimin reflected on himself after everything that happened. He realized that he had unhealthily manifested his insecurities into you. He wanted to be better, not just for you, but for himself. He wanted to feel comfortable in his own skin. Confident in himself, his looks, everything so he wouldn’t be paranoid the next time something like this happened. He had been working really hard on himself the past few months. Working out, but also meditating, making more time for himself, dealing with his insecurities and overcoming them. He made small changes to his lifestyle in order to be the person he wanted to be.
He even went out with a few girls, and was able to get some experience trying to date. None of them turned out to be anything serious, but he was now content with himself, even if he was single.
Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook all went to the same university. One that was more local to your hometown than the one you did. Jimin didn’t hang out with them too much while school was going on. They were studying different things, ran with different crowds. Had different lives. Every now and then they might have grabbed coffee, but they were all pretty busy.
So when Jimin runs into Jungkook at a house party, he is decently surprised. Jungkook fists bumps him. “Hey man. How’ve you been?”
Jimin shrugged.
“So did you and Y/n finally get together after she and Tae broke up?”
Jimin tilted his head. He had literally spoken to you earlier today and that was definitely not the case. “What? They didn’t break up”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “You sure? Taehyung’s been bringing home a new one almost every night.” Jimin’s mouth went dry.
“W…what?” He growled. Jungkook noticed and put his hands up in defense.
“Hey, maybe they’re in an open relationship. He doesn’t seem emotionally attached to them…they’re just bodies” Jimin inhaled sharply.
“Where is he?”
“Jimin, just chill okay it’s not any of our business”
“I fucking asked you where he is”
Jungkook sighed and motioned for him to follow. They went up the stairs, Jimin wasn’t even sure who’s house they were in. Jungkook arrived at a door in a back hallway and looked at Jimin as he slowly twisted the door knob.
Taehyung was butt naked, pounding some sorority girl from behind. Jimin’s blood was boiling, but Jungkook was strong and held him back from going in and breaking his neck. His heart clenched, picturing how hurt you would be. Knowing you, you would think it’s your fault for not being enough. That’s so not true. Jimin gritted his teeth.
Jungkook quickly closed the door and pulled Jimin back.
“How long has he been doing this?” Jimin growled once the two of them put some distance between them and the door. “How long has he been cheating on her?”
“I don’t know if it’s really cheating…He still talks about her like she’s his girlfriend”
“He can’t just fuck other people”
“Ahhh, Taehyung’s just like that. He needs to be touched. He really cares about her though I’m sure”
“Maybe” Jimin spat, “But she deserves so much more than that” Jungkook sighed. This wasn’t his fight. He went back and knocked on the door.
“Taehyung. Come out here for a minute”
A haphazard Taehyung stumbled out of the room, midway through putting his shirt back on. His eyes were shot, and he was clearly intoxicated. “What Kook? She was about to let me put it in her ass…” Taehyung noticed Jimin and went quiet. Jungkook remained between the two boys, placing his hand on Jimin’s chest to ensure he didn’t move.
“How could you do this to her?” Jimin yelled angrily. “After all the fucking chaos you put her…put both of us through this summer…why did you do all of that if you were just going to cheat on her?”
Taehyung bit his lip and looked at the ground, “I don’t know” He met Jimin’s glare, “Stop fucking making me the bad guy. I did everything for her and she still doesn’t let me in.”
Jimin scoffed, “She gushes about you CONSTANTLY. She’s always so happy when you call. But you…you’re just…ugh”
Taehyung gulped.
“Didn’t you love her? Isn’t that why you convinced her to go against me, her best friend, to be with you?”
“I do love her.” Taehyung muttered, “But this isn’t high school anymore. Her life at college is different. I’m different. She was my high school crush, but now this is my real life. This is who I am here. I party, I fuck, I drink. I’m not gonna change that for her. At college she…she’s confident. She doesn’t need me. I need her to need me.”
“Then break up with her like a man. Don’t fucking cheat you asshole” Jimin growled, pushing against Jungkook’s grip.
“I don’t want to” Jimin almost leaped over Jungkook, pushing past him to clench Taehyung’s collar.
“You don’t want to? Well fuck, then prepare to be dumped because I’m sure as hell telling her”
Taehyung chuckled, “You’re such a simp. She’s not gonna believe you. You’ve been praying for us to break up”
Jimin shoved Taehyung back. “No. I respected you both. I helped her deal with you all these months. I supported her. Your first few fights, I was the one who reasoned with her. Whether or not she’s dating you, she’s my best friend.”
“Yeah and there’s a reason she picked me. You insecure, misogynistic piece of shit”
Jimin laughed, “I’m insecure? It’s like you said. People change. Except most of us get more mature, while you just continued to be the exact sleaze bag I always thought you were”
Taehyung said nothing. Jungkook pursed his lips.
“He’s right Tae” Jungkook finally pitched in, “Even I stopped fucking around as much as I used to, and I’m not in a relationship or anything. It’s time to grow up. You’ve got issues buddy”
“I’m the best thing that’s happened to her. And she has the audacity to take me for granted. Her. Take me for granted. Not have time for me. I’m Kim motherfucking Taehyung. I can get anyone on my cock without even trying. Who the fuck is Y/n to ignore me” Taehyung barked. Jimin slapped him harshly.
“Call her right now. Or I will”
-
It was new years eve. Taehyung had come clean about cheating on you. Your heart had been shattered for a while. Jimin flew all the way to your campus to spend a few days with you, holding you as you cried your soul out.
After a while you began to pick yourself up. You reflected on yourself a lot, on the relationship you had. You realized that being with Taehyung had been a burden. You felt pressure to meet a certain standard to be deserving of him. You didn’t want to live like that anymore.
You wanted to be unapologetically you. Both you and Jimin decided to focus on yourselves as independent people. You pushed each other and held each other accountable. Sometimes you wondered who you would be if you didn’t have someone like him in your life. Someone to encourage you every step of the way.
Jimin began dating, and you did feel a little jealous. But at the same time you were happy for him. He deserved the experience as much as you did. You two would talk night after night about relationships, what you liked and what you didn’t like. What you wanted and what you didn’t.
Finally winter break came around. Taehyung had been decent enough to pull out of the trip after the two of you ended your relationship. Hobi had rented out a beautiful resort. From the second you landed and saw Jimin, things had been incredibly flirty. He was teasing you endlessly, playing with you in the pool, roasting you in front of your friends. You cheeks were constantly flushed whenever he was around.
And in the humid nights he would find you on the beach, cuddling with you in a hammock, letting you read some stupid health articles to him.
“Yeah so apparently drinking chlorophyll is really good for clearing your skin” You read off of your phone. Jimin ’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder. He hummed in response but you knew he was really asleep. “I definitely have to try that. You aren’t even listening are you?”
He groaned, “God shut up y/n” He lazily grabbed your phone from you and threw it on the ground, wrapping his arms around you before you could try to reach for it. “Fuck chlorophyll, your skin is perfect. So soft” He tightened his hold on you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.
You turned around to face him. His eyes were closed, thick lips partially parted. You suddenly felt so emotional. You thought back to when the two of you were just kids. Clueless, outcast, weird. You always had each other.
This was you soulmate wasn’t it? Your heart glowed in fondness. You traced Jimin’s lips carefully.
“Y/n” He mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Jimin” You exhaled softly, brushing the loose strands of his now brown hair aside. “I love you”
Jimin’s eyes shot open. You could feel tears in your eyes as Jimin blinked in surprise. “I…I love you too”
It was as simple as that. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush lips, getting lost in the giddy feeling that was building inside you. You felt like a kid again, just so incredibly happy and safe. Jimin pulled away, lingering close to you.
“We’ve never…properly fucked” He confessed. You laughed.
“Yeah…I guess we haven’t.”
“Still into that kinky public sex?” He teased, nipping at your nose. You pushed him playfully causing the hammock to swivel.
“Maybe.”
“Good” His voice became sultry. He rolled off of the hammock and helped you off too, pulling you down onto the soft sand. The sun had just barely set, so it was still faintly light out, and a few people remained on the beach.
“Here?” You giggled. “We’re gonna get fined”
Jimin shrugged. “I don’t care. I wanna show everyone you’re mine” He kissed your neck affectionately. “Do you want that? Do you want me to show everyone what a good girl you are for me? Stuffed full of my big cock under me where you belong” He whispered sweet nothings, making your tremble in anticipation.
He sensually ran his fingers down your body, lingering on the parts of you that had you whining the most. He untied your bikini and watched it barely slide off of you.
“God you’re hot” He licked his lips. You placed a palm on his six pack and winked at him.
“So are you”
Jimin latched his mouth onto your breast and let his hands find your cunt, fingers playing with you lightly. He let his tongue flick against you before he sucked you like a child. You whined, knowing full well how much you liked that.
“Such pretty tits…” He mumbled, before kissing his way up your chest to find your lips again.
He kissed you repeatedly, taking his time to savor the taste of you. You could feel his hardon rub against your thigh. You wrapped you legs around his waist to try to press against him more, making him moan into your mouth.
“Jimin…please” You whined, “I need you”
“Where baby? Hm? You want me to stuff you with my cock? You want it? Want me to fuck you, squirt my cum into you, knock you up so good fuck” He rolled his hips, his clothed crotch rubbing right up against your core. “You’d be so pretty, all swollen because of me.” His hands found your stomach and squeezed it slightly. You felt your face get hot.
“Gonna fuck you every damn day” He said breathlessly, grinding into you harshly. He somehow slid off his swim trunks, allowing his long cock to bounce up in anticipation. “You taste so sweet…feel so good”
You reached down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you. “Put it in” You pleaded.
Jimin nodded, kissing you chastely one last time before lining himself up with your entrance. He carefully watched your face as he pushed in all in one thrust.
“Shit” You blurted out, “You’re so big” Jimin smirked, leaning back down to you and biting your lip softly.
“Mmm yeah. I know” He winked at you. He grabbed your ass and fondled them as he thrust into you. “Holy…shit…Y/n…” His words were broken between his quickening thrusts.
“Sssh” You whispered, “Someone will see us, just hurry up”
“You feel so good” Jimins voice wavered. You wrapped your arms around his neck to press as close to him as you possibly could, feeling his whole body move against you in a sensual rhythm. You let out a loud moan and he quickly locked lips with you again, muffling the sound. You could practically hear people talking near you, and your mind wandered to what the sight of Jimin fucking you must look like to others. So shameless. Your pussy clenched.
“You’re so beautiful” Jimin whispered, his lips not leaving yours. His thrusts became deeper as he gazed into your eyes. You panted against him, his hand coming to cup your face as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of you.
“So are you” You managed to say, mimicking his gesture, letting your thumb trace his bottom lip. He stop momentarily to get lost in another deep kiss. He then licked his finger and reached down to your clit, rubbing it softly and observing your reactions.
You squirmed, feeling your body teasing you just at the threshold of your orgasm. Half of you trying to hold back and savor the euphoric rush you felt while the other wanted to let go.
“Come on baby, cum for me” Jimin whispered, “Cum for me and scream so that everyone here knows who’s fucking you down so good” Your breath hitched and you came more strongly than ever before. You let out a high pitched gasp that was bound to have turned some heads. But you didn’t care.
“Fuck that was so hot” Jimin relished in how wet you had become, washing his cock slide in out of you effortlessly. He pulled out suddenly and brought his cock to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to cum into your mouth.
“Excuse me sir.” You heard a voice behind you. Jimin quickly pulled his shorts on and layed over you to cover your body. One of the resort workers approached you. “We’ve received a few complaints of public indecency, would you mind please taking…this…to your suite?”
Jimin blushed and nodded. “Yes, of course. Sorry” The worker bowed slightly and left as quickly as he came. Jimin and you stared at each other before you burst out laughing. He kissed your forehead.
“Let’s go” He fixed your bikini back onto you, teasing you slightly as he tied your bra.
He let you jump onto his back and he gave you a piggy back ride back inside the resort where the rest of your friends were gathered around drinking.
“Damn if it isn’t the hottest couple in town” Hobi whistled. Both you and Jimin blushed.
You made your way back to Jimin’s suite.
“So”
“So”
You giggled, “I love you”
“I love you too baby”
“Another round?”
“Hell yeah”
A/N: that’s the end! please let me know what you think/reactions! pls dont kill me for not having taehyung win lolol, again the point was that a glow up is internal not external...hopefully that got across idk. its def not my favorite concept either so im excited to get started on new stuff. i did jimin so dirty in this i gotta make up for that lmaooo. plus namjoon’s thighs are just...on my mind lately. thank you all for reading it means a lot <3 and remember that everyone is beautiful and amazing :) check out my other works if you want!
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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
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 |
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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death valley (m) | part 5
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: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)
warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs
a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy
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F L A S H B A C K—
The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.
The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.
“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.
“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked.
“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”
And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs.
You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely.
“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.
“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms.
He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted.
He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need...I need you…please”
You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”
When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him.
P R E S E N T D A Y—
No...it couldn’t be. Please don’t let it be true. A feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach. You desperately tried to get your mind to stay ignorant to the reality that was now showing you its face. Yoongi.
He glanced your way with those alluring eyes, unbothered as always. Even now you yearned for a reaction. He gave you nothing. You were rendered useless, confused, dazed, and utterly lost.
“Don’t worry it’s just me” He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. His lips lingered slightly, and you could hear him inhale sharply as he placed his fingers on your chin.
In the cool moonlight, his dark eyes glimmered. In his gaze was a fantasy you wanted to slip away in. You couldn’t help yourself. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to turn away -- but you couldn’t. Stings of that night pierced the top of your back. The aching pain still between your legs the morning after.
You heard him curse under his breath. His lips barely touching yours before he softly spoke “I’m sorry if I scared you love” He turned away briefly, “Taehyung told me that someone was threatening Jin with your life. I had to make sure you were safe.”
You gave Taehyung a look, praying that somehow he could read your thoughts and give you some answers, but he didn’t meet your eyes. His eyes were glued to the road. You had never seen him this serious ever.
“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Let’s just go home okay?” Yoongi sighed, tracing his nose down your neck, breathing you in. You squirmed as his hand slid beneath your collar and softly clenched your breast.
You let out a soft moan as he squeezed you. “Wait d...don’t” The tone of your voice contrasting your pleads as your eyes fluttered shut, fading away in the sensation of his electrifying touch.
“Yoongi” His advancements halted at the sound of Taehyung’s stern voice. “She said don’t” He growled lightly. You see a glimpse of Yoongi rolling his eyes in the mirror before he sank back into the seat. You turn to Taehyung, who’s jaw was clenched tight. Knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He pulled up in front of your building, you tried to reach for him, shaking his knee slightly.
“Taehyung” You whispered as Yoongi stepped out of the car, “Hey...what’s really going on?” You see him gulp. Yoongi tapped on your window expectantly. “Taehyung please” He shook his head, chuckling bitterly while covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
Yoongi finally got impatient and opened the door, dragging you out. He pulled you into a light embrace, kissing your forehead before waving to Taehyung.
Back in his apartment, Yoongi led you carefully back to his bedroom. He pulled down the back of your shirt to look at the scars he had given you the previous night. You had almost forgotten about them. He ran his finger over the tender flesh, causing you to wince. He pressed his lips behind your ear, causing them to flush with heat as he pulled your shirt off of you.
“W...what did you write on me?” Your voice wavered with fear.
Tossing the garment aside, he turned you towards him, stroking his fingers over your cheeks gently. “My name”
You blinked as his fingers, “You...what?” You felt his tongue glide against your lips. “Yoongi what the fuck?” He sucked harshly as you tried backed away from him. “Are you crazy why would you...” He broke away and sighed, turning his back to you.
You watched as his silk shirt slid down his toned shoulders, revealing a beautiful tattoo. The one you had seen glimpses of. The prospect of which turned you on beyond reason. Y/n. It was your name.
You were trembling, unsure if you should feel afraid or not. “Yoongi...why?”
He smiled at you softly, and you watched as he began to pull the silver rings off of his fingers and set them onto his bedside table. From the same surface he grabbed a lighter. He advanced towards you, backing you against a window. The cool surface on your back did nothing to ease the overwhelming heat radiating within you.
“When you’re young, it’s easy to do things that are really impulsive. So easy to get caught up in fantasies...you know how it is” Yoongi snapped the lighter between your faces, and you stared at the dancing flame. “Don’t you remember me?” The lighter began to flicker, on and off. As the fire captured your focus your mind began to digest his words. You met his eyes again, and everything clicked. You felt like someone punched you in the gut, all the air escaping your lungs instantly.
“You were a part of Jimin’s crew. I...I hooked up with you” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than anything. Yoongi reached into his back pock and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before tossing it aside. The smoke blurred your vision. He inhaled deeply before blowing out onto your neck. He smirked, setting it down and allowing his arms to circle your waist.
“Yeah you did. But you said the wrong name, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget again. A little payback if you will” You raised your eyebrows at him before he chuckled slightly, “Mm kidding love”
Yoongi’s fingers pulled at the back of your bra, bringing his forehead to your to see your eyes more clearly. The straps on your shoulders went loose as he unclipped the garment, allowing it to fall flat on the ground. He tilted your face to his. He hummed softly against your lips, savoring your taste, “It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry I hurt you but...I really want you. I want you so much. Do you want me love?”
You gulped, eyelashes brushing against his as you nodded slightly. An approving growl escaped him, giving you goosebumps as he kissed you deeply.
He pulled away from you, moving his lips down your shoulder and your arm until his was sucking on your fingers. He took your hand and led you to the bed--to your surprise sitting himself down first, spreading his legs wide and bringing you onto his lap.
He grabbed under breast softly, pushing the tender mounds up with his palms and looked up at you. "I want you to show me” He spit on your chest, using his saliva and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, “Show me how much you want me.” You arched your back as he pinched you harshly.
“Yoongi” You clenched his black hair, digging your nails into his scalp. You pushed his face into your chest, falling over him. You felt his gasp for air between your breasts as he clenched your ass, dragging your shorts down.
“Fucking goddess” He mumbled, the vibrations from his deep voice hitting you between your legs, making you melt into his lap. You rolled your hips, feeling his clothed cock against your damp folds.
“I’m...so wet” You squealed, not caring how pathetic you sounded as you began grinding on his lap. Yoongi’s tongue wrapped around your right breast as you bounced on him. “Yoongi...Yoongi” You cried out, the sensations pushing you over the edge. “Fuck me please. Please.” You hear him laugh as you came, watching as a wet patch appeared on the crotch of his pants.
“That’s right, beg for me” Yoongi let his hands slide behind him, holding himself up as he watched you fuck yourself onto him silly.
You felt tears well in your eyes, the frustration building in your core as it clenched down on nothing, desperately trying to ride out your high. “Want your cock. Please. Please Yoongi fuck...”
Yoongi reached back for his cigarette and took a quick puff as you began to sob. “Go ahead” He regarded you with a shrug. You wiped your tears and unbuttoned his jeans, scrambling to pull them off his long legs. With one hand holding himself up and the other twirling the cigarette, Yoongi watched as you pulled out his long, throbbing cock.
You dropped down, licking your lips before wrapping your tongue around his length. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning back as you filled your throat with him. “Fuck love...justttt like that. There you go” You could feel him thrusting up into you, pushing so deep down your throat you choked, gagging all over him sloppily. “You’re so beautiful” He pulled you back to him, tossing his cigarette aside to guide your hips so his cock lined up with your entrance.
"Wait...wait” You gasped, mixed emotions overwhelming you. You pressed your forehead against his, breathing in his hot breath, lips parted. He carefully sank you down onto him, the push of his length filling you to the brim “Oh fuck Yoongi” You could smell something burning, but your senses were too occupied with the feeling of Yoongi inside of you. He felt so incredibly right, and you wanted to just bask in the amazing fullness of him. His eyes were glued to yours. “I'm scared” You cried out softly. Yoongi froze as tears streaked your face.
“Scared of me?” He asked sincerely, eyes soft as you latched onto him, trembling. His heart clenched as you nodded, sniffling. “Why? I won’t hurt you” He stroked your back affectionately.
“I like you...a lot. But there’s just...so much going on and I” You gasped, melting into him as you broke down. He shushed you softly, rocking you in his lap slightly, dick still shoved deep inside you. “It’s too much”
He kissed away your tears, bouncing you on his cock in light thrusts, “It’s okay...ssh...” You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as he began to move your hips faster, up and down, squelching onto his cock as you cried. “Fuck your pussy is so perfect love, squeezing my cock like that”
Your eyes fluttered open as his thrusts became frantic. A small set of flames had collected around where Yoongi had thrown his cigarette. Your pussy clenched down as your blood ran cold, causing Yoongi to groan out in pleasure. You pat his back urgently, “Yoongi...stop.” His grip on you tightened as he began thrusting into you even faster, “Yoongi...LOOK.” Your words were lost. You tried to pull away from him but his hold on you was strong. “Yoongi!” You screamed, “There’s a fucking fire”
“Fuck” He cursed out bitterly, placing a hand over your mouth “Just shut up and let me finish” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, causing you to bite down as he hammered his cock up into you, hot cum shooting out and leaking down his length. The flames had spread across the bed, but Yoongi was quick to lift you up in his lap. He kissed your lips quickly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The flames grew bigger as Yoongi kept his lips glued to yours, eyes widening as you felt him get hard inside you again.
He pushed you against the wall, thrusting wildly, sweat dripping from his forehead as the heat increased. “I love you” He bit down on your lips, making you squirm in discomfort. “Say it...” Your eyes quivered with fear as the flames were getting closer.
“Yoongi we have to get out of here” You screamed. He smacked your thigh, thrusting you so hard that the back of your head was pounding against the wall. You felt dizzy, the burning scent overwhelming you. You felt like you wanted to puke.
“We will, once you say it” His words were soft, unlike the way he was fucking into you like a madman. You gasped for air, feeling dizzy and losing sense of reality. “I’d do anything for you...you know that right?” You gulped. Yoongi began laughing, his words making less and less sense as he chatted away hysterically, “I love you. I love you so much, you understand don’t you? Just say it back. Don’t be cruel. Just say it dammit.” He grabbed your neck and banged your head back onto the wall. Black spots appeared in your vision. You felt him cum again, filling every crevice of you with his sticky cum. You panicked, trying desperately to open you eyes. The carbon monoxide began to suffocate you, you began coughing out--desperately gasping for air.
Yoongi set you onto the ground before you heard a familiar spritz of a fire extinguisher. “Let’s get you in the cell” He mumbled, carrying you princess style and heading over to his second studio. He kicked the door open.
In the dimly lit cellar sat a ruthlessly beaten Jin looking back at him, his eyes full of rage. Yoongi set you down across from him before passing him an amused glance. “I told you I wasn’t messing around” He pulled out a silk robe, wrapping it around your naked body before walking out, locking the door behind him.
-
“Got it” The cheers of the arena echoed through as Hobi slipped his phone back into his pocket before grabbing his gun quickly before hopping into the ring, aiming it right at Jin. Jin growled, blood strained on his wrapped hands as he lifted them up in surrender. He looked down at Namjoon’s unconscious state and spat on him. “You’re a fucking idiot. You realize we’re gonna kill you and Y/n now right?”
Jin rolled his eyes, “Oh come onnnn Jung Hoseok. Do that and I’ll tell Jimin who really caused his little car accident and then watch how he fucking breaks hell on you”
Hobi stiffened, “How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?”
“I know that, and I also know you drugged and kidnapped Namjoon and Y/n you sick fuck. Jimin’s gonna kill you first, I can almost guarantee it.” Jin sneered.
“W...who are you?” Hobi glanced around, “Do you work for Jimin?” He clicked his tongue, “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me” He pulled the trigger. A bullet shot into Jin’s leg and he tumbled to the ground. Hobi grabbed him, lifting him onto his back before motioning to one of his men. “Get Namjoon to a hospital. Fast. Then have someone bring me Jungkook”
“Yeah um, sir...Jungkook was stabbed earlier this morning. He’s at the mansion under medical care, but things aren’t looking great”
“Stabbed? By who?” Hobi’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Jin stifle a dark laugh.
-
You woke up in a fit of coughs, jumping as you felt a cold hand stroke your back. You scrambled to your knees, a soft red silk robe lying loosely around your body. Goosebumps spread across your body due to the chill air of the small room.
“Are you okay?” You flinched at the sound, squinting your eyes in the faint light to make out Jin’s broad frame. “Here” He hands you a plastic water bottle. You desperately drink, drops trickling down your chin as you try to wash down your smoked out throat.
The second you’re done you throw the bottle at Jin with as much force as you can conjure, “You fucking liar. Why didn’t you throw the fight?” You backed away from him as far as you could. You looked around, unable to make out much except that the room was small, dark, and essentially empty aside form a few boxes lying around. You continued to cough lightly. “They would’ve killed me if Yoongi hadn’t saved me”
“He didn’t save you. Yoongi was the one who threatened me you dumb fuck” Jin scoffed, making no attempt to move towards you. “And I won because I was made aware of some...new information. I knew they wouldn’t actually kill you, okay. I told you I’d keep you safe and I did”
“No.” You shook your head, “Yoongi...he’s not a part of this. He cares about me, and he’d never threaten me.”
Jin’s eyes widened, “Cares about you? He had someone at the hospital ready to blow your fucking brains out”
“That’s impossible. At the hospital was just me, Taehyung and Hobi”
“Okay yeah, Hobi...he’s definitely involved. He fucking shot me, look” Jin pulled up his shorts to show you a gushing wound, from which blood was pouring out.
“Oh my God Jin, quick” You looked around frantically for some sort of cloth. Finding nothing you sighed, “Take off your shirt”
Jin shifted uncomfortably “Uh” You rolled your eyes, crawling over to him and tugging his muscle tee off of him yourself. His chest was supple with sweat, bruises lightly scattered over his skin.
“We gotta stop the bleeding. Who’s the dumb fuck now?” You snapped. He watched with interest as you wrapped his leg tightly, wincing in pain. “Hobi did this? No way. I mean...I believe you, but I’m just...”
Jin sighed in understanding, touching your arm affectionately “It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot” You smiled at him gratefully. “I think Hobi was the one Yoongi had on standby to kill you at the hospital. They’re both working together” You finished tending to his wound before sliding up to sit next to him
“Yeah they literally work together. But I dunno...I’ve never seen Yoongi at Death Valley before” You crawled over to the boxes, hoping to find something to prop Jin’s leg up. Brushing the packed dust off of one before opening it, your eyes went wide “Holy shit” You looked down to find stacks and stacks of cash filling the box to the brim.“What the fuck” You mumbled, flipping through a wad.
“Y/n. I guess you might be blinded by love or whatever, but Yoongi is definitely a bad guy. He threatened me. He threatened you. AND. We’re literally locked up in his apartment” Does that mean this money is his? You knew music production paid well but...
“Ok.” You set the money back into the box before crawling back to sit by Jin. “Let’s assume for discussion’s sake that you’re right, and Yoongi is this big fucking Death Valley gang kingpin or whatever, which sounds like more bullshit as I even fucking say it out loud but...whatever, let’s assume you’re right” Jin nodded, “He threatened you because he needed Namjoon to win the fight. That doesn’t make sense because Taehyung was with me, and Taehyung works with Jimin” You reasoned. “Then...Hobi. Maybe Hobi is part of the Death Valley gang, and works with Yoongi. But honestly, I’ve seen the two of them at work and they aren’t that close. And also...if Hobi was the one who kidnapped Namjoon and I and beat him up. That doesn’t make sense because he shouldn’t want to hurt Namjoon”
Jin furrowed his brows, “No yeah, you’re right, that is all valid. Hobi did seem pretty worried about Namjoon.” You sighed in defeat. “I still think it could be Jungkook honestly. He technically has a ton of influence because he’s the one on the street, dealing the drugs. He drugged Namjoon, meaning that he was willing to turn on him.”
No. It’s not Jungkook. There is just no fucking way it’s Jungkook. You felt defensive, but you inhaled deeply, arguing wasn’t going to be helpful in your situation. “He could be playing both sides. And also simultaneously screwing both sides over to benefit” Jin continued. You clenched your fists.
“Okay enough. Let’s just...” You tilted your head back against the wall, “I’m exhausted.”
“Oh yeah I heard Jungkook got stabbed. Hobi seemed to be working with him too”
“I said enough” You snapped before his words registered, “W...wait. Jungkook was stabbed? Is he okay?” You felt like you swallowed a rock. Jin shrugged.
“One of the gang members told Hobi that he’s at his place getting medical care. So I assume he’s not dead or anything” You bit your now trembling lip. Jin noticed your unease.
“Hey. Maybe you should get some more rest Y/n. You’ve had a rough couple of days.” Jin gently slid his hand over yours, “You can lean on me if you want” You nodded slowly, letting your head snuggle into the crevice of his neck.
-
Jimin was surprised at himself. He glanced in the mirror, his body still looked weak but he was eager to return to work. No, not to work, but to see you. He had tried calling you ever since Taehyung had dropped him home. He knew the two of you had gone to the fight but hadn’t heard from you since. Taehyung told him that you had visited. That you even were sad that he was hurt, and he hated to admit it, but that fact alone had him grinning ear to ear. His stomach was full of butterflies. He had never felt this excited about anything in such a long time. He felt no desire to smoke, to drink to party, none of it. He didn’t even care that his single had broken a new Spotify record, it was all just noise. The only thing he wanted to do was see you.
You could imagine his frustration then, when he walked into Yoongi’s office to find out that no one knew of your whereabouts. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He planted his hands on Yoongi’s desk angrily, Yoongi continuing to ignore his tantrum, “If she called in, she must have at least given a reason? Where the fuck is she?”
“Jimin. Even if she did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you. Stop harassing her, and for God’s sake, go home” He rolled his eyes. Hobi entered, eyes widening upon seeing Jimin.
“Oh wow. You healed fast” Jimin scoffed.
“Yeah, it’s called being rich. You should try it sometime” Hobi grabbed his shirt angirly, ready to punch his pretty boy face in.
“Boys” Yoongi glared at them, “Jimin, just go home. There’s nothing for you to do anyways. Your album doesn’t come out for another 2 days.” Jimin shoved Hobi off of him, using all of his self-restraint his best not to kick the man in his balls.
“Okay where’s Namjoon then? He would know where Y/n is, they’re like friends or something right?”
Hobi gulped, “Namjoon’s feeling a bit...under the weather” Jimin squinted at him suspiciously. Do these fuckers even know what Namjoon does in his free time?
“He lost” Jimin concluded, biting back a smile as he turned to Hobi, “Namjoon lost didn’t he?” The look in his eyes gave him the answer he needed. “FUCK yeah baby. Papa is RICH” He did a smooth twirl, mimicking a moonwalk as he left the office. Hobi simply grinned. He won’t be smiling for long.
Jimin made his way back to his car, dialing up Taehyung. “Yoooo, where’s Y/n? Also why didn’t you tell me Joon lost? We gotta fucking celebrate man”
“Jimin”
“God I haven’t felt so happy in so long Tae. Like, shit is finally falling into place you know?”
“Jimin”
“I can probably find you a cute girl too, I’ve got these fucking girls at the office throwing themselves at me all the time. Or maybe Y/n would be down to share, obviously she’s mine first but I’d be down for a three--”
“JIMIN” Taehyung snapped aggressively. Jimin made a face, glancing at his phone in surprise before pressing it back to his ear, “We didn’t win shit. Someone out bet us. And Y/n is missing”
“Missing? The fuck you mean missing?”
“Okay apparently someone threatened Seokjin to throw the fight, but he didn’t”
“Good boy” Jimin mumbled.
“Jimin, they threatened Seokjin with Y/n’s life. She could be dead.”
Jimin’s mouth went dry, fists clenching so tight that blood began collecting under his nails, his phone almost combusting in his grasp. “Taehyung.” He whispered bitterly. “I’m heading to Jungkook’s. Meet me there ASAP. This shit ends now. This is war” Jimin rolled down his window and threw his phone as hard as he could, watching it shatter into pieces on the concrete road. He slammed a fist into the steering wheel, screaming out in frustration. “Y/n.” He sobbed, “Please be alive. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry”
-
You woke up to the sound of soft snores. Looking around, your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized your face was pressed up against Jin’s rock hard abs. He hand an arm lightly around your waist, holding you to him as you had been practically on top of him. You carefully rose, trying your best not to wake him up. You admired his sleeping figure briefly. He was cute, thick lips in a focused pout, lips parted slightly and drool trickled the ends of his mouth.
You also couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his shorts. Probably just morning wood. Is it even morning? The lack of windows in the room had you confused as to what day, or time it was. How long had you been asleep? How long had you been locked up? Was anyone looking for you? It was unlikely.
Your mind wandered immediately to Jimin. You wondered if he was doing okay now. You wondered if he would think of you, if he would wonder where you were and look for you. But then again, it was also possible he knew exactly where you were and wanted you there. You no longer knew what to believe.
You subconsciously began to trace patterns on Jin’s chest, thinking about what all Yoongi had said to you. You had fucked him once, years ago, being so drunk that you thought it was Jimin. He had gotten a tattoo of your name. And then burned his own name into you. You reached your hand to the back of your neck to trace your fingers over the mark. It didn’t hurt anymore luckily, but you could now make out the letters.
“Mmm morning” Jin rubbed his eyes, before sliding up the wall slightly. You quickly removed your palm from his chest, and he noticed with a smirk. “You feeling better?” You couldn’t help but notice how sexy his morning voice was. It was low and husky, and had your core tingling.
“I guess so. I’m fucking hungry though” As if on cue, the door opened. You shielded your eyes at the aggressive display of light that outlined a dark silhouette. You could tell the person was wearing a suit, labeling him as Taehyung right away.
He knelt down tossing Jin what seemed to be a McDonald’s bag. “Breakfast” He said simply, his voice confirming your suspicions, “How are you?” He reached his hand to you. You hesitated, glancing at Jin who pursed his lips, an angry glint in his eyes. “Come on Y/n, I’m getting you out of here, let’s go” He waved his hand slightly to prompt you to take it.
“What about Jin?” Taehyung sighed, leaning forward to take your hand by force.
“Jin will be fine. Let’s go Y/n” He pulled you up to your feet, taking a moment to tighten your robe before leading you out of the stuffy studio. You glanced back at Jin, who sat helplessly, unable to move.
You looked around, your heart dropping as you realized that Jin was right. You were still in Yoongi’s apartment. Taehyung hugged you tightly. “Let’s go to your apartment and get you in some clothes okay?” He bent down to look at you, and you nodded. You noticed that he hand a gun in one hand as he took your hand with the other, leading you out of the apartment. Yoongi appeared to be gone, likely at work.
Taehyung somehow had keys to your apartment, but you were too excited to be in your own home to even question it. You ran inside, heading straight for your ravished bedroom. You dug out your favorite pair of jeans and hugged it to your body. “My clothes” You sighed in temporary happiness. Taehyung giggled, watching you jump into the garment, not bothering to wear anything under it. You were feeling oddly bold as you removed the robe before digging through to try to find a comfortable top.
“How about this?” You turned to see Taehyung holding up a leather corset top. You rolled your eyes, hands folded over your exposed breasts. He tossed it to you, and you reached for it, realizing the trap as soon as the air hit your taught nipples. Taehyung grinned.
“Not a bad idea.” You winked at him, turning to your mirror to put the top on. You reached your arm back to zip it up, but Taehyung beat you to it. You watched him through the reflection as he zipped up your top, proceeding to rest his hands on your hips, meeting your eyes in the mirror.
“Hot” He chuckled, letting go of you, “Alright come on let’s g-oh--” You turned around and pushed your lips onto his. He tumbled back in surprise, catching you at your waist before the pair of you fell onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
You kissed him feverishly, sucking on his bottom lip before pushing your tongue into his mouth, which he accepted eagerly. The two of you wrestled for dominance, Taehyung breaking into fits of laughter as he pushed you onto your back only for you use every ounce of strength and momentum to return on top, pinning him down with your knees on his thighs.
He scooped his hands around your ass, squeezing it lightly before lifting your body up so he could push you down again. You tussled around, kissing and grinding up against each other like kids before finally Taehyung grabbed your waist and lifting you into his lap “Fucking tease”
“Oh you love it” You taunted him. He slapped your ass hard, making you squeal. You let your tongue glide over to his ear, nibbling and tugging at it as Taehyung moaned unabashedly. His eyes switched from yours to your lips as he kneaded you ass, your body and his bobbing together in waves. You sucked on his neck causing him to curse out.
Using his strength, he wrapped an arm around you and pushed you back, climbing up your body to grind his hardening cock against you. You wrapped your legs around him, meeting his lips again as you cupped his face.
You arched your back, wanting to feel more of him but he wanted to take things slow. You felt him smile against your lips, kissing them softly as he unzipped your top. “Why did we even bother getting you dressed?” He chuckled. He tossed it aside, moving his lips to your breast. He left rough kisses all the way down your body, before he unbuttoned your jeans, raising your hips to yank them off of you.
He dove between your legs, but you tugged his hair to stop him. He blinked at you expectantly, looking almost puppy-like. “You know you don’t have to eat me out every time.”
“But I wanna” He pouted.
“Well fuck okay, be my guest” He grinned, watching your reactions as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His familiar hot tongue jutted inside your folds, slurping up your slick arousal. He ruthlessly moved the tip of his tongue around to every crevice, making you twitch and squirm as he licked at your nerves, sending you into a spiral of moans. You bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to keep going as you caressed his dark hair.
“So good Taehyung. So fucking good baby” You cried out, tilting your head back. Taehyung licked his own lips, before climbing back up your body and removing his own trousers. It was interesting, being fucked by a guy in a suit when you had been dressed like a drunk college girl. But you definitely didn’t mind how hot he looked as his blazer tightened around his thick arms as he fondled your breasts. Especially not with that fine watch of his.
Yoongi. Your entire body went rigid, remembering the sensual night the two of you had shared that almost ended in you dying. Taehyung noticed the change in your demeanor, stopping quickly. “Baby? You good?”
You gulped, “Yeah. Yeah. Keep going” He looked at you with doubt, so you took matters into your own hands, reaching for his cock. You realized that you had never actually seen it, and you were so glad you could because he was beautiful. It was the prettiest cock you had ever seen, long and veiny, blushed and so eager. You wanted to pop it into your mouth and choke on it. Instead you guided it to your folds. Taehyung lips pressed against yours as he pushed in all the way, groaning at the way your dampness engulfed him so easily.
“You’ve been having a lot of sex lately huh” He commented.
“Maybe, why?” He shrugged, as he thrusted into you, cock easily gliding in and out of your pussy.
“Just a guess” He pecked your cheek as he set his pace. You loved the way he fucked you, the sound of his thrusts and the way your wet pussy sloshed against him had you reeling for more. He was slow and sensual, rolling his hips up to hit you just where you needed. Heat coiled deep within you, and it was mere seconds before you came on him intensely.
“Oh fuck Taehyung, ohhhh fuck” You met his thrusts as a wave of bliss washed over you, “Just like that baby” Taehyung growled, pleased at the way you were unraveling for him.
“I missed you” He mumbled into your neck as he sped up, “I missed you so bad baby” He cupped your face tightly, hands moving up to clench your hair before he came.
Your body twitched as his cum spilled out of you. He rolled off of you with a deep sigh. The two of you exchanged a quick glance, realizing how silly you must look, on a pile of dirty clothes, now stained with sweat and cum and burst into laughter. Taehyung pulled you in for another kiss.
“I hate how they treat you Y/n” Taehyung confessed softly. “You deserve so much better. Yoongi. Jimin. Hobi. Jungkook. Namjoon. They don’t do it right. You know?”
You sigh. “Taehyung?”
“Yeah baby?”
“How the fuck do you know I’ve fucked all of them?”
-
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open. The golden light from his crystal chandelier shone down on him. He turned to see Namjoon lying next to him, covered in ice packs and bandages. “What the hell?” He looked around frantically. His medical staff was hard at work. “Did you lose the fight?”
“Yeah I did” Namjoon croaked weakly. “Don’t remind me ugh, I fucking hate myself”
Jungkook shook his head in confusion, sitting up in shock. He looked down at his own state, a bloody bandage around his abs where he had been stabbed. The pain was numb, but his ego was far more damaged. “There’s no way you could have lost dude. I thought they were blackmailing Seokjin”
“Blackmailing him with what? We barely know the guy” Namjoon muttered. “Besides, isn’t he like a fucking cop or something?”
“There’s no fucking way he’s a cop. He knows way too much, and none of us have been arrested yet. Dude. Come on. The fights themselves are illegal and he’s in them”
“You have a point” Both Jungkook and Namjoon turned to see Jimin leaning in the doorway. The staff took the cue to leave, closing the grand double doors of Jungkook’s expansive bedroom behind them.
“Alright bitches.” Jimin clapped his hands playfully, “Enough with the bullshit. Where’s Y/n? Tell me or I fucking am calling a war on you Death Valley rats,”
Namjoon tried to get up but Jungkook stopped him, “What do you mean where’s Y/n? We don’t fucking know?”
Jimin laughed bitterly, “Are you shitting me? Tell me where she fucking is right now” He pulled out his revolver, aiming it at Namjoon, “Or fighter boy dies”
Jungkook gulped, looking from Namjoon to Jimin. Namjoon was shocked, fists clenched and expression confused.
“Okay okay fine.” Jungkook sighed deeply, “I’ll tell you where she is. But you’re not gonna like it”
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death valley (m) | part 6
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: jimin x reader, jin x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 5.6k
warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive & possessive themes, kidnapping, physical roughness (pushing, hitting, etc...not abusive but like sexy hate sex type thing), EDGING, poor jimin, use of restraints, brief gun use/play, cursing, degradation, jimin is a BRAT, crying, robbing/stealing/fraud, so much lying, character injuries, dubcon/coersive sex, kinda somnophilia, knife play kinda, woohooooo
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F L A S H B A C K—
Jungkook’s vision was a blur of the sickly golden lights that landed on the dark concrete of Death Valley’s parking lot. He tasted a metallic tinge in the air as he wobbled back to his car, leaning back against it with a satisfied grin. He sighed, you always felt incredible. There was no high quite like you. His mind wandered back to your body, glossed in sweat and eyes fierce with passion. He wanted you to destroy him.
He giggled, almost tripping over himself. He felt a hand hold his shoulder steady. “Ohhh thanks man” He wasn’t even sure if he actually spoke before he suddenly felt a sharp sting of pain in his stomach. He winced, breaking into a fit of coughs.
Opening his eyes, he looked down to see a knife piercing through his gut. The blade twisted, sending an addition spurt of pain through his whole body as he limply fell forward onto his attacker. The knife dug deeper into his flesh as he got pushed back harshly, and it was only then he was able to squint to identify his assailant. The man barely regarded him, withdrawing the knife before chuckling softly and turning away, leaving him to slide down to the ground, ready to die.
As a drug dealer, Jungkook was used to knowing too much information for his own good. And it was a great place to be, because whenever the gangs began to have power struggles within themselves, he would always walk away even richer.
Jungkook knew bits and pieces of enough to paint the whole picture, and now he uncovered the missing piece to finish it all off.
The kingpin of Death Valley had remain anonymous for as long as anyone could remember. Gang members simply went by orders, not questioning where a majority of the profits were going or to whom. After a while, the drug money begins to pile up, and the thrill of the hustle fades. It was around this time he began the fights.
Sure, the kingpin was a powerful man. But being a low level dealer and knowing who the kingpin was, that was even more powerful. Enemies and allies alike were desperate to know, and were willing to do just about anything for that information. Jungkook liked to think this alone made him far more powerful than any gang leader.
Now he had seen his face. He was almost certain. He shivered at the prospect of what all he could do knowing what he now did.
So it was you all along, you clever bastard.
P R E S E N T D A Y—
Taehyung chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair "Trust me you don’t wanna know the answer to that. It’ll get you” He mimicked a knife with his finger drawing a line across his throat.
Seeing you unamused expression he sighed, “Fine. Look, I told you someone powerful has their eyes on you. Well powerful people never do their own dirty work. I’ve had to keep an eye on you, for a damn long time. Trust me, I don’t feel great about it either” He continued, “Now, Jimin can’t know where you were last night, okay? He can’t know Yoongi is involved, because the truth is” He held his wrist up to show his watch, “I’m a mole”
“A mole?”
“I’m fronting as Jimin’s right hand guy. I have been for a while, but in reality, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and I, we’re all Death Valley boys. They don’t know that though”
Jin was right after all. “So Yoongi really is...a gangster? He’s the one behind everything? He’s the one...who wants me?” Taehyung hesitated, thinking deeply before nodding.
“He’s kept his identity hidden for years. Only I know. Yoongi...is obsessed with you. He loves you, and has for so long. You’re the bane of his existence, and by extension, mine.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re lying.” You pursed your lips in annoyance, “Yoongi didn’t give a fuck about me when I first moved here. He was just a sweet, ordinary guy. He took care of me. He has always had my best interests at heart. Maybe I believe you. That he really is this scary gang guy or whatever. But the rest of it, bullshit”
“Don’t you work for his company? Don’t you live in his building? Do you really think anything you’ve been through is a coincidence?”
Taehyung shrugged, reaching for his trousers and wrapping his hand loosely around his pistol before tracing your cheek with it. “You don’t have to believe me. But not a word of any of this to anyone”
He cocked the gun, the soft click resonating through the quiet room, "Because I’m everywhere baby. I’ll know if you fuck up, and I’ll kill you so fast you won’t even have time to blink.”
He pulled the trigger, making you shut your eyes and yelp. It was a blank. Taehyung laughed maniacally, “I just need you to play along just a little while longer and this will all be over. Now go freshen up, I’m taking you to see Jimin”
Jungkook was clearly stalling. Jimin wanted to shoot him in the mouth just so he would shut up and get to the point.
Jimin felt his phone vibrate, seeing Taehyung’s text. He sighed with relief. “You got lucky this time dumbfucks. I got her. Tell your little kingpin cockhead that he’s already fucking dead, because when I get my hands on the bastard who threatened Y/n, I promise you that I will kill them. In the worst, most painful way possible.” The door creaked open.
“Oh my God” Your heart sank the second you saw them. Blood was leaking through the white bedsheets, and they were both badly bruised. Jungkook was shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his stomach while Namjoon was in a neck brace. You rushed to Namjoon’s side, grabbing his hand and pressing your lips against them.
You hadn’t noticed Jimin at first, as you tended to Namjoon. He wanted to hug you. To make sure you weren’t hurt. To cry in your arms because he missed you so damn much. You weren’t even noticing him? Did he really mean so little to you? You hadn’t seen him since the accident, did you not even care?
He hated how much power you had over him. You didn’t care but he spent hours thinking about you. You were a disease he couldn’t shake. You were sand slipping through his fingers the tighter he tried to hold on. He watched you carefully until his eyes caught the etched out letters burned into your back. His whole body froze.
Jimin’s breaths began to quicken as anger overwhelmed him. He grabbed the nearest item to him, which happened to be the glass of water on Jungkook’s dresser and threw it on the ground in frustration. The loud shatter finally caught your attention, and you turned to meet his glossy eyes.
“Jimin! Thank goodness you’re okay” You gave him a smile, sighing with relief. His mind was running a mile a minute as he tried his very best not to break down in front of you.
“Outside” He growled. “Right now”
You hesitated, not understanding why he looked so upset to see you. Namjoon tugged at you slightly and gave you a warning look.
“Did you fucking hear me? I said right now.” Jimin screamed, to which you heard Taehyung stifle an ironic giggle. Getting impatient, not wasting another second before grabbing your wrist, yanking you out of the room and kicking the door shut loudly.
“Hey--ouch” You winced at his rough grip, “Easy Jimin that hurts”
Once you were in the hall, Jimin grabbed your jaw and pulled you towards him, digging his nails into you and tilting your face up to his. He stared deep into your eyes.
"What the hell is on your back?” He sneered.
Your mouth went dry. Should’ve worn a fucking turtleneck. Recalling Taehyung’s warning from earlier, you debated internally what to say next.
“You fucking whore” He cried out, shaking your body, “Did you sleep with him?”
You blinked back tears, recalling the immense guilt you had been feeling the past few days. You thought you missed Jimin, but seeing him now in reality made you remember all the reasons you had wanted nothing to do with him.
Jimin growled at your silence. He kicked at your shins, prompting you to lose your balance as he held you up. “I asked you a fucking question! I know you don’t care about me but at least have the decency to--”
Smack. You slapped him clean across the face. You were tired of his tantrums. He had no idea the hell you’d been through. He had the audacity to think that you didn’t care? He was the one who treated you like a pet.
Jimin released his grip you, backing away to cover the reddening skin of his cheek as he blinked in amusement.
“Fucking brat” You hissed.
You had begun to turn away when Jimin grabbed your forearm and pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. His grip was brutal as he encircled your wrist before twisting your arm onto your back and pushing you against the wall.
His teeth grazed against the back of your ear, chuckling softly. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He sounded more teasing than upset. Through the corner of your eye you see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You yelp as he continued to twist your wrist as he chuckles softly. “Go on. Fight back”
You struggle, squirming against his hold. Kicking your leg back into his knee, you know you’re walking right into his trap as you turn yourself around.
His hands quickly grasp your waist and he lifts you up. He presses his forehead against yours, looking deep into you eyes. His lips were parted, panting heavily and breathing you in. A moment of silence passes before a naughty grin appears on his face.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, propping you up on his thigh as he holds your hands above your head. You moan breathlessly at the friction, tightening your hold on his hands. He licks his thick lips, bringing them closer and closer to yours.
His eyes don’t leave you for a second as he begins to nip at your neck, sucking harshly into your skin and leaving marks wherever he could. You groan, tilting your head to give him more room.
Your body feels ablaze through the touch of his lips. Your heart is racing as you gaze stays steady on one another. “Jimin” You moan his name like you’re pleading for your life, “Let’s find a room”
He halts his movements, letting you carefully slide onto your feet. He snakes his hands behind you as clenches your ass “Lead the way baby” You grinned. It was about damn time.
You pulled him into the nearest room you could find, which seemed to be some sort of office. Within seconds he was all over you again, sharply kissing your neck and shoulders as he kicked the door shut with his heel.
He cupped your face, his lips sloppily running up to meet yours as your tongues intertwined.
“Wait Y/n I...” Jimin mumbled, “I’m sorry. I got upset for no reason I just...it hurts.”
“Shut up” You snapped, pointing towards a small cushioned chair that was near a window. “Sit down over there. Hands where I can fucking see them”
Jimin took a seat without hesitation, watching intently as you grabbed the curtains on either side of the window. You climbed onto his lap, his face finding home against your chest as you bent over him and tied his wrists together tightly. You felt his tongue over your clothes as he attempted to suck your breasts, but you tugged his hair back sharply.
“Oh hell no” You smirked, taking in Jimin’s roughed up appearance. Having him under you like this, you felt invincible. "You’re such a spoilt brat, you know that Park Jimin? I was worried. I thought about you constantly, when really, I shouldn’t even bother” You settled back into his lap, bringing your face inches from his “You’re. A. Dick” You gave him a chaste kiss before unbuttoning his jeans.
Jimin let out a shaky moan as you harshly pulled them down. You licked your lips as your hand grabbed his hardening length. You began to pump him slowly.
“Ohhh fuckkk” Jimin tilted his head back, tugging desperately against the restraints. Your hands felt so good, you gripped him just right, and your hands were so incredibly soft. He bucked his hips as he felt you spit onto his tip, rubbing the wetness in with your thumb.
You wrapped your tongue around his base, hands cupping his balls as you licked a stripe up his cock. You let your tongue swirl and linger at his tip, watching as he fell apart into a fit of whimpers. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him deep into your throat, just the way you knew he liked it.
Jimin watched you bobbing your head and sucking him off for everything he’s worth. Your gaze was intense, he felt utterly powerless. The craziest part was that he loved it. He had never done anything like it before, used to girls spreading their legs for him without the blink of an eye.
He wants to kiss you so bad as you rose from his cock, saliva stringing from your pretty lips. He could have looked at you like that all day, just perfect. Delectable. You reach behind your back to unzip your top, letting your breasts break free. Jimin’s breath hitches as you slide your tits over his wet cock. “You like that?” You teased, “So fucking desperate. You’re pathetic”
“Holy shit Y/n” You hesitated as he moaned your name. “M...more. I’m so close. Fuck I wanna touch you” He whined in complaint.
“You wanna cum all over my tits hmm?” The sound of your teasing voice was ecstasy to his ears. He nodded furiously, his whiny moans filling the room. You grinned, watching him edge closer and closer to release, only for you to stand up and leave him a writhing mess.
“Y/n” He growled, kicking the air and stomping like a child, “Are you kidding me?” His cock was absolutely flushed, making you giggle at the thought of how the even the smallest thing could just make him cream all over.
“You don’t deserve to cum” You shed your own jeans quickly, letting your fingers trail up and down your body sensually. Jimin gulped as you put on a show, clenching your own breasts.
You straddle onto the armrests, making sure Jimin can’t thrust his dick up to touch you as you bring a finger to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it before plunging it into your sopping pussy. Jimin eyes become absolutely blasted with lust. He frantically looks from your face to the way you were fingering yourself so close to him. The soft squelching seemed to harmonize with the way you teasingly let soft moans slip from your lips.
Jimin held his breath, trying his best not to cum at the mere sight of you. His hands continued tugging frantically against the curtains. He had never been so turned on in his life, sober or otherwise.
“I wanna touch you. I need to feel you, fuck baby please. I’m not even fucking kidding baby please sit on my cock” He whined softly, giving you puppy eyes to which you scoffed.
Scooping up some of your dripping arousal, you shoved your finger into Jimin’s mouth, watching amusedly as he sucked every last drop of you.
He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him insane. Your eyes widened as you heard a loud tearing sound. Jimin quickly broke through his restraints, his hands immediately clenching your sides.
“Oh baby you’re in for it now” His voice gave you goosebumps as you excitedly anticipated his next move. He stood up, lifting you back into his arms before harshly tossing you onto the wooden desk. Your head hit the back harshly, pain sizzling through you as he propped one of your legs up over his shoulder, while pushing the other one as wide as he could. His cock was rock hard as it rubbed against your inner thigh.
He trails kisses up your chest and onto your lips, nails digging into his tight hold on your thighs. You watch as he aims his cock at your gaping entrance, slick and quivering in anticipation. He pushes into you, slower than you expected. His lips sucking on yours.
For all the times you had fucked Jimin, he had never felt this good inside you. He stilled as he bottomed out, gasping loudly. A part of you didn’t want him to move. You didn’t want him to cum, ending this and forcing you to return to the daunting reality you had to face. You grabbed onto him tightly, not ready to let go. Jimin notices this and his heart swells.
“Hey” He leans down to kiss you deeply, pouring his affection into you. His hands release your legs, instead tangling in your hair and tugging it back as he begins thrusting into you with short, deep movements.
“Jimin” You cry out. He smacks your ass with a low growl, “D...daddy, fuck you feel so good” You cup his face as he continues pistoning in and out of you. You feel his cock twitching inside of you, knowing he would cum in mere seconds.
If this was nirvana, he believed it. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he let out a strangled moan, “Oh my god...oh my fucking...baby...feels so” He chokes as cum shoots out into you and cries out your name, burying his face into your neck. You stroke his back as his body twitches, steams of cum continuing to spurt out.
He steadies his breathing before pulling out and examining your stuffed cunt. He glides his finger over your creamy folds. “Turn around” He growls, “I’m not done with you” You sighed with relief, cunt stinging desperately for a little bit more.
As you flip onto your stomach, Jimin playfully smacks up your ass cheeks. He bends over, whispering filth into your ears as he shoves in two fingers. “You’re so fucking hot baby...Mmm you want daddy to make you cum huh?”
His fingers were unforgiving, you cried out as your pussy clamped down on them, spilling all over. “That’s right...only daddy can touch you like this.” He smacks you again, and you can feel him grin “Such a little slut for me aren’t you hm? Go ahead and cum like the slut you are” Your eyes fluttered shut as you came over his fingers. He pumped you through your high, cooing and teasing you relentlessly with kisses on your back.
With a heavy sigh you rest on the desk. Jimin shuffles around the room, grabbing the torn curtain and wiping you up. He kissed the small of your back as he tenderly caresses your ass, easing the red marks he had made just minutes ago.
“I’m sorry” He whispers as you sit up to face him, “I know you know about the gangs and stuff. You got caught up in it because of me, and I’m sorry for that” He kisses the tops of your hands, “Let me keep you safe. Please. If something happened to you because of me, I would...” His voice trembled, emotions suffocating his words. He didn’t even want to think about it.
You wanted to laugh, simply because Jimin was hardly to blame for anything you had been through. And there he was apologizing for it. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay”
“Let me take you back to work” He offered sweetly. You swallowed uncomfortably. He doesn’t know. Anything. “Come on. I know exactly how I’m gonna get back at Yoongi”
You coughed. This is bad. Where the fuck is Taehyung now? You looked around frantically. “Uh...okay”
You had no idea what Yoongi’s reaction would be. He could get upset. You were supposed to be locked up in his place. But on top of that if Jimin was the one with you...
He wouldn’t kill him.
Would he?
-
Taehyung had left shortly after he heard a good amount of moaning through the thin walls. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected to see Jungkook bedridden like that, but he immediately knew who must have been behind it.
Things had been happening that he hadn’t predicted, and it made him furious. When he heard that you had been kidnapped with Namjoon, he had decided that this had all gone too far. For whatever he was, he hated hurting innocent people. He didn’t like that you were involved in this, that people were hurting you.
Maybe he had just grown fond of you over the years. He always told himself Yoongi was strange for being so into you. You were attractive without a doubt, but the dedication Yoongi had to you always shocked him. Yoongi could have anyone he wanted at his feet, he was rich, powerful and good looking. But he never indulged in the luxuries that the rest of them did. Pictures he had taken of you through your cracked bedroom window back in your hometown were enough to satisfy him.
Yoongi had said he had something he needed to prove before he could pursue you. Taehyung hadn’t cared to ask what exactly that was at the time, but since meeting you, he wished he knew.
Taehyung arrived in the back lot of Death Valley and flipped open his phone, “Load the money in the car”. He reached for his mask, pulling it over his face before he stepped out.
Hobi arrived promptly carrying two large duffel bags followed by a few other men doing the same. “How much?” Taehyung asked.
“Felt like only 100k, but Jungkook said it was a pretty good week for sales so it might be more” Hobi lifted the bag into the trunk of the Cadillac. He wiped sweat off of his forehead, allowing the trunk to close and patting it shut. “Fucking Jin guy ruined everything, otherwise we would’ve got millions.”
“Yeah” Taehyung rolled his tongue inside his cheek, “I wonder why he didn’t lose”
After Hobi left, Taehyung dialed the bank. “Hi, I’d like to make a wire transfer?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Jimin’s black card, turning it over to read out the number “Yes, there would have been a deposit recently of around half a million? Could you please transfer that to an overseas account belonging to V Kim. Yes, just the letter. Thank you so much!”
In truth, Taehyung was grateful to you. You were the perfect distraction. Both Jimin and Yoongi were wrapped around your fingers, too caught up with you to notice anything else. That made you powerful, so much more than you realized. Taehyung tossed the card into the passenger seat, it slid down onto the floor of the car.
“Fucking idiots”
-
Yoongi fiddled with a tangerine in his palm as he sat, bored out of his mind in his office. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see you, get you out of that horrible cell he had put you in. His work was getting in the way of your relationship and he hated it.
The sounds of cameras and vehicles slipped through the dark walls. He cocked his head in irritation. The noises kept growing louder and louder. He was used to the press being around, especially when there was an album being released by one of his artists. But this was much more than the usual.
For that number of paparazzi to be around, it had to mean one thing. Scandal. “What the fuck is going on?” Fruit in hand, Yoongi stormed out of his office into the lobby.
Juice began trickling down his wrist as he saw what all the commotion was about. Jimin strutted in confidently, hand thrown around your waist, holding you to him.
“Yoongi!” Jimin taunted, arriving with a wide grin. He met your eyes and could sense that you were afraid. Jimin looked Yoongi dead in the eye as he knelt down to kiss the back of your neck, over your scars. “I know you have a no dating rule but I was driving her to work and the media caught us. It’s trending on twitter” Jimin shrugged, “Oops”
Yoongi began to see red. His blood was boiling. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath. He knew he had to be careful how he acted around you. He wouldn’t want you to be afraid of him, after all he was just trying to protect you. He wanted to make you happy. You didn’t actually want Jimin, did you? No way.
Pursing his lips, he maintained an expressionless face as he walked up to you. He could see the way your eyes quivered as he neared. He hoped you’d understand. You would understand, he would make you understand.
“You’re fired”
His heart ached as he watched your expression drop. Yoongi simply shrugged and returned to his office, tossing his fruit in the trash on the way. Yoongi knew you’d be upset. You’d blame Jimin and come crawling to him in no time, he wasn’t even worried.
He made his way back into his reclining chair, kicking his feet onto the desk as he stared down his door.
Three. Two...
The door burst open. “Yoongi” Your voice was weak. “Don’t...please don’t fire me. I know I crossed a line. We’re...not dating. I swear”
“How did you get out?” You knew Yoongi would ask this, and luckily you had some time to conjure an answer that probably wouldn’t get anyone shot.
“Taehyung let me go to my apartment to shower and change. Jimin happened to show up at my place while I was there” You looked at him steadily, trying hard to not even think about the fact you were so blatantly lying to the man you felt like could see right through you.
“I see.” He lowered his legs and pat his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You had dreamed of fucking Yoongi in this very office countless times. Riding his cock while he did paperwork and just ignored you. It had your knees weak.
You sat down obediently, and he stroked your back, pressing his lips into the side of your head “Let’s get you back home. I would’ve let you out of the cell tonight, but clearly I can’t trust you” He paused, backing away from you slightly, “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m gonna be home late tonight”
“W...why?”
“Some business I need to take care of”
-
Jin was just about to sleep when you arrived back. He stirred as took a seat next to him.
“Fun day?” He asked sarcastically.
You rolled your eyes and laughed with him, “No but I did find out that...” You paused, looking around the room. Is he watching? “I…I’m really tired actually”
Jin nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hot in here, you might not be comfortable in that” He motioned towards your jeans, “I can give you my shorts if you want, I have boxers on so it’s not a big deal”
You blushed slightly, but as the stuffy air set in around you, you realized he was right. The thick denim was suffocating against your skin. “Sure yeah, thanks”
Jin took off his shorts, tossing them to you. You turned you back to him, wiggling out of your pants. Jin’s shorts were far too large for you, sliding down right away. The two of you exchanged glances before you burst out laughing. Jin sat up straight, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to you.
“Take this instead, it’ll cover you” Your breath hitched as you took in his naked chest. He was hot. His skin was seamless, slightly sweaty but his toned muscles made your mouth water. You swallowed. You turned around again, attempting to unzip your top. It fell to the floor, your bare back now exposed to Jin’s dilated eyes.
His shirt smelled like him. Wearing it was like a big hug, and you felt oddly comforted. You laid down by his side. “Night Jin”
“Goodnight”
In the silence of the room, you could hear your own heart pounding through your chest. Neither one of you had closed your eyes.
“Y/n” His whisper was so soft you could barely hear him. “I promise I’ll keep you safe. We’ll get out of here. Don’t worry”
You wanted to tell him everything. He would know what to do. But then again, you weren’t sure if you wanted Yoongi to get arrested. You sighed deeply. “I know” You rolled closer to him, and his hands wrapped around you loosely. His fingers rubbed the flesh of your back as you hummed in appreciation.
“You’re so tense” Jin commented, moving his hands under your shirt and up your back, “Relax,” You let your eyes close as he continued to massage you. His hands teased at your sides. You shifted in discomfort as his palms brushed against your breasts.
“Jin—“ He shushed you, shamelessly grabbing your tits under your shirt. You stifled a moan into his chest, “Jin, I’m exhausted please”
“I’m just trying to help you” He murmured, “You don’t need to do anything, just rest. I got you”
Jin pushed the fabric up and began leaving soft kisses on your stomach before you tugged down your panties. He squinted, seeing that your cunt had already made a mess. You drifted off into sleep as Jin tugged your folds apart, examining you with interest.
“Who did you fuck today hm?” He growled lowly. You stirred slightly. Jin climbed over you, reaching into his boxers to furiously stroke his cock. Pulling it out, he slapped it against your tits, loving the way your brows furrowed with irritation.
“Jin…” You mumbled, “Mm tired. Wanna sleep”
“Yeah fuck baby, just let me do this and we’ll sleep hm? We’ll sleep real good. You’re so stressed Y/n, I just wanna help” He began rubbing your clit, causing you to whine as your legs subconsciously spread for him. “Just like that…there we go” His fingers moved faster as his other hand jacked himself off.
He rolled you over onto your chest, stripping you down to nothing as you groaned. From the corner of the room, he picked up his knife, drawing a straight line on your back through the scarred spelling of Yoongi’s name. “Yoongi huh. Guess he’s next then”
Jin straddled himself over your ass, lining his cock with you before he sunk into your throbbing heat. You were insanely tight around him, he cursed as he tried to push in deeper and deeper.
“Jin...” You convinced yourself to wake up with whatever little energy you had left, “Just...easy okay I’m sensitive” It had been barely hours since Jimin had fucked your brains out. You felt Jin trail his lips down your back.
“That’s not fair” He muttered, “Why do I have to go slow?” He began thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas as he rutted into you, watching the way your ass jiggled with each move. “Everyone else got you however they liked” Jin groaned softly, sounds of slapping skin filling the room. “It’s my turn. I was patient. I deserve this”
He cums quickly, his hot seed spilling out of you. You roll your eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to put my cock in you”
Your eyes felt heavy, you didn’t care. Your thoughts went to Yoongi, desperate his embrace, his sweet voice for some comfort as you drifted to sleep.
-
Weekdays at Death Valley were generally quieter. Yoongi preferred only to visit the dive bar at those times, where he wouldn’t run into any clients or fans. He would sit at the same place, at the very back end of the bar where no one would be able to see him unless they knew where to look. He poked aimlessly at the martini in front of him, before sipping the bitter liquid.
“Are you fucking insane?” Taehyung growled, sliding into the stool “Okay I admit, you calling that accident on Jimin made sense. Hell, I’ll give you the kidnapping. I get it, you’re jealous, whatever. But stabbing Jungkook? Are you serious? We need him”
Yoongi blinked at him, “Stabbed him? What the fuck are you talking about?”
Taehyung bit his lip, “No way. No fucking way. It wasn’t you?”
Yoongi shook his head.
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a/n: yall aint ready for this jin, thats all i have to say. lmk what you think. I’ll be honest I had an ASS week so sorry if this isn’t good. anyways, hyung line smut next week :))) see you then!
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death valley (m) | part 8
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: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 9.0k
warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.
a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.
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F L A S H F O R W A R D--
Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.
You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?
The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.
You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.
Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.
His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.
His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.
Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.
You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.
Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.
Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.
Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?
Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.
What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.
“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”
You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.
“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.
“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.
“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.
“With who Y/n?”
You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.
“You. I was with you”
F L A S H B A C K--
The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.
Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.
It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?
Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.
There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.
Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.
Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.
To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.
You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.
When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.
Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.
Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.
But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.
And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.
Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.
Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.
He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.
He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?
He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.
Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”
-
Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.
Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?
Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...
Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.
“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”
Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.
“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.
“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?
“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.
You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”
“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”
Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”
“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”
Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”
Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”
You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.
“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”
Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?
“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.
“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.
“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.
The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.
Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”
You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.
“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”
You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.
You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”
Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.
He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.
You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.
“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.
He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.
“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.
His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.
“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”
He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.
"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”
He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.
“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”
You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.
“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.
“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.
“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”
His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”
“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”
You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.
“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”
“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.
“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.
He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.
“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.
You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.
"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”
You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”
-
Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.
“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.
“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.
“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.
“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”
Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”
Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”
-
You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.
You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.
“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”
You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”
Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”
You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”
He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”
The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.
“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”
No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”
You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.
“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”
“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”
"No” You blurted.
“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”
As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.
Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.
Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.
Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.
-
“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”
“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”
Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”
“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”
Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.
“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.
“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”
Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.
Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.
You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.
Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.
“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.
“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.
He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.
“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”
“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.
Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”
“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”
“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”
“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”
Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”
You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.
Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.
He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.
He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.
He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.
“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”
Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.
“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.
“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.
“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.
“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.
You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.
“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.
You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.
On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.
-
Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.
Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.
“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.
“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.
“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”
Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.
“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”
You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”
Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”
“Hold on!”
Too late. You pulled the trigger.
-
Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.
So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.
He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.
-
Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.
Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.
He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.
You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.
“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.
Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.
“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.
“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.
“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”
Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.
“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.
“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”
Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”
Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.
P R E S E N T D A Y--
Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.
After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.
The question remained how and why.
“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.
All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way
You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.
“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.
“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.
You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.
“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”
The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.
“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.
You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.
That watch. That’s his watch.
Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”
“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.
Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.
Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.
“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”
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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal?
smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.
see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth!
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