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Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
➾ 27.6k
➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️
please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
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me, you, and this thing we have between us (NSFW)
Grouping: Reader x Jimin
Word Count: ~3.7k
Warnings: everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one
Summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it
The doctors had prepped both you and Jimin in regard to the way your hormones would change now that you were expecting. Luckily for the both of you, the pregnancy had been fairly smooth for the first few months. The morning sickness was mild and the mood swings had been light, so he was very startled to wake up one Saturday morning and find you crying in your shoe closet like the world was ending.
“What? What’s the matter? Is it the baby?” He grabbed you gently by the elbow to pull you out of the slumped position on the floor.
“No,” you sniffed wetly, “God, no.”
“So, what’s the matter?”
“Look at me, Jimin. What do you notice?” He hesitated a bit, looking you over slowly. He thought he knew what you were getting at, so he tried to answer honestly.
“You look like you got bigger.”
“Exactly. I look like a fucking hot air balloon!”
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me, you, and this thing we have between us (NSFW)
Grouping: Reader x Jimin
Word Count: ~3.7k
Warnings: everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one
Summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it
The doctors had prepped both you and Jimin in regard to the way your hormones would change now that you were expecting. Luckily for the both of you, the pregnancy had been fairly smooth for the first few months. The morning sickness was mild and the mood swings had been light, so he was very startled to wake up one Saturday morning and find you crying in your shoe closet like the world was ending.
“What? What’s the matter? Is it the baby?” He grabbed you gently by the elbow to pull you out of the slumped position on the floor.
“No,” you sniffed wetly, “God, no.”
“So, what’s the matter?”
“Look at me, Jimin. What do you notice?” He hesitated a bit, looking you over slowly. He thought he knew what you were getting at, so he tried to answer honestly.
“You look like you got bigger.”
“Exactly. I look like a fucking hot air balloon!”
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Vanilla (M) || Dom!Jimin Smut
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Genre: SmUuUuuT || Fluff (?) at the end || Dominant!Jimin Word Count: 5.6k of pure fiLTH Warnings: Hair pulling, light spanking, light choking, overstimulation, fingering, a lot of dirty shit okok prepare yo self
Description: Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one. With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.
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The Secrets Trilogy: Our Little Secret
Description: Park Jimin is the office’s oddball. Meek and quiet as a mouse, you never assume too much of him. Your mistake.
Genre: Smut (18+)
Word Count: 15.9k
Index: Our Little Secret, Secrets Tested, Secrets Revealed
Warnings: Dom/sub themes, public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, demeaning names, rough sex (slapping, spanking, biting, bruising). Do NOT expect fluffiness in this. There is absolutely none. Nada. Zilch.
A/N: Lol I have no explanation. This was supposed to be like 5k at the most. Ah well. Just simply enjoy, y’all.
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Mischievous Maintenance (M)
Summary: Like many adults who are trying to make the best of working in a field unrelated to their degree, you greet Mondays with the same enthusiasm as an ex with shared custody. You don’t to be there, but adult responsibilities require it and you need money. And coffee. And the salacious advances from the head maintenance technician working in your office.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 6,917
Warnings: MaintenanceTechnician!Jimin, workplace hookup, sexual themes, dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex, profanity
Series: Working Man Bangtan
Excerpt:
Your eyes met the mischievous stare of the head maintenance technician, who had become distracted by the advantageous angle provided by being up on the ladder. It was clear right away that Jimin had stretched out the task to sneak a little peek at the elusive cleavage housed in your blouse. Heat bloomed across your cheeks as he smirked and continued to indulge, clearly enjoying the view. Brazen in his pursuit of your breasts at that moment, his face remained focused on little else. Admittedly, you felt a little rush of excitement at the risk of him getting caught by someone other than you.
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⇾ love me, love me (m)
⇁ Jimin x Reader
⇁ smut, hybrid!au
⇁ accidental voyeurism, pillow riding, power play, d/s undertones, cum play, use of the word bitch, possessiveness, dirty talk, mentions of breeding, lowkey soft, not much plot even if u squint
⇁ 12.7k
Legally speaking, Jimin is yours—the shiny collar clasped around his neck and the adoption papers attest this. But behind closed doors, Jimin makes sure you understand that he isn’t anyone’s bitch.
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Please Be Civilized
➙ pairing: park jimin x reader
➙ genre: smut
➙ warnings: bathroom sex, semi-public sex, dom jimin, jealous jimin, filth
➙ word count: 4k+
➙ summary: You and the guys go out to eat at one of your favorite restaurants. When Jimin notices a table of men looking at your ass which clearly belongs to him and him alone, he decides to take matters into his own hands. So when you conveniently go to the bathroom, Jimin decides to follow you and show those fools that nobody was allowed to look at you like that except for him.
➙ notes: Considering this is the very first smut I’ve ever written, I hope it’s at least somewhat good XD
Your fingers are laced together lazily with Jimin’s. His bandmates walk with much eagerness in front of the two of you, their speed picking up when Jin shouts enthusiastically that he can smell the restaurant’s food just around the corner. Namjoon hits the back of his head.
“That’s not possible,” he argues. “And please don’t critique every single dish that gets placed on the table,”
Yoongi chimes in behind the two, “That’s exactly what I said last time. If you’re not in front of a camera, don’t treat this like your chew Jin show,”
“It’s Eat Jin,” he turns to shout at the smaller man, “you uncultured pleb.”
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Hushed Whimpers Of The Night
⌲ summary : He was nowhere far from being perfect, he was someone that every passing pair of eyes linger with admiration on—and that’s the thing, because you’re the first and only person to discover the dark secrets beneath this facade when you find out the dead body of the school janitor might be the doing of the popular president of the dance club, Park Jimin.
⌲ pairing : vampire!jimin x detective!reader
⌲ word count : 11k
⌲ genre : super weird & gory , smut , murder
⌲ warnings : spanking, oral, intercourse, dom!jimin, gore, murder.
⌲ a/n : lol! this was for halloween but someone was a lazy lil’ bitch. my very first time writing a.. vampire!au? I tried anyways and wanted this to be special
>< sorry for the delay guys~
The sound of your apex ringtone blares through the entire room.
You grunt in disapproval before reaching out to find your cellphone and shut it the hell up.
Your flopping hand blindly sweeps a few pieces of paper to the ground, still in a messy search for your resounding device. With a few pens clamouring to the floor in an unpleasant manner, you finally got a hold of your phone at the very corner of the desk.
Switching it off for a peaceful snooze, you tuck your head back to your folded arms in irritation. Who the hell wakes up this early? The bedroom was still dim with a hue of purple, signalling that the sun hasn’t even fully gone up. Then why the hell did you even set an alarm-
“Fuck!”
You spring up from your seat, the soreness creeping up onto one side of your neck and infinite needles pricking at your legs as blood rushes to a particular place.
Your mind was still a cloudy fog from the minimal amount of sleep you had managed to steal, despite the amount of workload you have on your shoulders. Rotating your head in all directions, the bones cracked disturbingly satisfying as your senses begin to refresh.
Scurrying to pick up all the fallen objects, you are reminded of what you have to get done by today. If not your boss may just chop your head off without sparing you another glance. Of course there were people who wake up this early, at 6 in the morning (though you deem it as inhumane and ruthless), they had a job to get done.
People like, take for example, you—who was going to revisit university to wrap up an unsolved mystery.
Staring at the assorted case files in your hands, you sighed—mostly at how this operation required quite a whole lot of effort and intricate planning—or else, one tiny loophole and you’re fucked for life.
Quite literally, because it’s a murderer you’re trying to throw behind bars.
A murderer so sly, that the whole world did not spare another glance at her death before quickly dismissing it as a mere incident.
The police are useless, if you were to be honest. But that is also the main point of your job. Finish leftovers, you call it. Because the cops are unbelievably impotent in finding the real truth and arresting the legitimate criminals. All they are good at is shoot fines at litterbugs and issue parking tickets. And maligning people.
In your situation, there is no scapegoat. The scapegoat belongs to none other than the body that’s buried six feet under by now. Self-inflicted death, was the final adjudication. You attended the court trials for this case, only to witness the massive half-heartedness of the victim’s lawyer and the strong competency of the defense attorney. Suspect scurried free of any charges with a smug grin plastered to his face when the judge slams the gavel against the sound block, declaring the man innocent. You know that he is nothing but innocent—the game has only just begun.
You couldn’t afford to screw this up, not after doing so for the past twenty-three cases. You ought to thank your great saviour Seokjin, who always had your back, consistently rounding up half-opened cases and completing your untidy reports with intricacy. You could still keep your job because of him, honestly. He was your colleague, and best friend along the way, add on the constant grumbles and sighs about how irresponsible and unorganised you were—despite the many empty promises of changing for the better the next time.
That next time never came, somehow.
He would provide the answers to your doubts, and give you the small push you need in solving a case—he was like the helping hand of an angel that reached out to you during your worse state of despair and misery.
Seokjin had many great points about himself, being the studious and righteous detective that he was—but it wasn’t like you lacked any.
There was a reason why you joined this industry, mind you. Your dear colleague may be a top-notch police officer, but when it comes to telling lies and deceiving people—he was nothing but purely horrible at it. Bright and candid cops couldn’t lie for shit. And that is why one part of his job is not only tying up your loose ends, but it also includes being the backup for the apprehension of criminals you would expose at the end of your duty.
You call it the cool part of the entire procedure of your job—the part where Seokjin steps in behind you at the perfect second and the both of you raise your police badges in front of the criminal’s face, as you watch their expression drop from smug to an utter state of shock and irises filled to the brim with betrayal and a dying vengeance towards you—though, it does leave you a little mortified by their threatening gaze.
And that is also why, you were chosen to be sent for this case instead of hardworking Seokjin.
After you freshened up and got ready—picking out the clothes you have bought for this special operation, thinking about how your boss should give you a thirty percent pay raise for being this dedicated to your job—your eyes examined the entire outfit in the mirror, face beaming with satisfaction at how you looked.
Your appearance reminded you of the other reason you were picked for this—you manage to pull off the college girl look, while Seokjin on the other hand still cracked dad jokes with every chance given to him.
Though he still looked incredibly handsome and young for a man reaching 30, the crow feet at the side of his eyes would expose his age whenever he laughs. Though, his inner child spirit shined the brightest whenever he was with you.
Suddenly, a muffled buzz can be heard from somewhere on your study table. You scramble through the mountain stack of papers, flipping every underside of each sheet, until you come upon a rectangular screen that screams the name “Jinie” with his signature after-blow-kissing smile. You barely skim through his features with a tinge fondness, before swiping and bringing the phone to your ears.
“Waddup-“
“Oh my god, Y/N.” He cuts you off immediately.
“What?” You questioned, wondering if it could be good or bad news.
“You’re awake!” He exclaims, and you can see the excitement and pride he wore on his face.
You sighed into the call purposefully, both fatigue and disappointment lacing in that single breath of dread.
“You’re actually awake, I think the sun rose from the west today.”
“Yes, I am Jin. What’s your deal?” You just wanted to get to the main point of his call, and set off to campus.
“Firstly, and most importantly, I’ll be your in-ear.”
Eyes widening in an instant, you blink to take a moment to register what he had just informed.
“My-what?!”
“In-ear, yes.” He finishes your sentence calmly, and you’re everything but that. “You will listen and follow every instruction I give, obediently.” He drags on the last word, placing strong emphasis on how you had to behave. You rolled your eyes so hard they almost fall out of your sockets. As if he can feel the impact of your eye rolling through the telephone lines, he relents, “Sorry, just following orders from the big guy.”
You could hear the amount of pity he had for this entire situation—for you.
“Well, it’s time to hit the books!” Your voice was strained with enthusiasm.
It was going to be a tough case.
“Hey, don’t you think it’s a little weird for me to enrol in the middle of fall?” You tilt your head to the side, eyes scanning the numerous students walking into the university’s front entrance at the start of the day for 8 am classes.
“No it isn’t, just get on with it already.” Seokjin chides and you begin your trail of footsteps into the school as well. “Patience is a virtue, Seokjin.”
You were in search for a man. A man specifically by the name Park Jimin. Aforementioned suspect who walked out of court free of any sentences. And to be even more specific, the man who (you really, strongly believe) is the murderer of Song Kyujin, a janitor who worked in this university. You strolled into campus like an ordinary student, studying materials in hand—with a goal set in mind.
This university was way too crowded for your liking. Unlike the private police academy you had attended back then, there was always a person in sight with every turn of your head in here.
Thank god you had studied the entire map of this area, for you were wasting no time, rushing to the head office to settle some absolutely necessary paperwork. Like your fake student identification card for entry, and notifying the entire student council and lecturers on your fresh unsuspicious arrival to this university. The law enforcement have already seek the cooperation of the school for the approval and permission for carrying out this discrete investigation. And you were the bait thrown into the lake of piranhas. But for a sickening plot twist, one which you have been through many a times—it has turned cliché for you. You are poison dropped in the water.
You beamed with satisfaction at your brand new identity, it certainly felt intriguing to return to being a student. One that you have always longed to be again the moment you entered the adult life of burdensome responsibilities and unwanted taxes. A student’s life consisted of many things: books, friends, lovers, clubs and parties. Parties, your personal favourite. Free alcohol, cute boys and sick music. Maybe you could even score yourself a hot footballer with the body of a Greek god. You would very much like to include ‘sleep’ into the list, but judging by the size of the eye bags and droopiness of the eyes of everyone in here, adequate rest is probably unable to make the cut for the list.
You entered a private meeting room at the office, alone with the one and only chancellor of this school.
You have been in this place before, more than a couple of months back when the incident had just occured.
You remember the many neon yellow barricade tapes that surrounded the women’s bathroom on the third floor of the building of Health Sciences— the very ones who shield the peering eyes of onlookers from her mangled body.
You remember the team assigned attentively watching the surveillance camera footages around the entire school circling the timing of death, with a result of vacant hallways that consisted of nobody but a male student and the victim herself. And that is how they came up with a conclusion that the death—could possibly be caused by the student, or was self-caused and there wasn’t any intention behind it other than a tragic fall. The student was caught on camera, as seen as the last person to loiter around the building at that time.
Every detail that was discovered seemed to correspond, with the exception of an underrated beauty like autopsy and the unexplained sight of the unknown student in the same hallway half an hour before her death.
The dead can’t speak, but they certainly do not lie.
Song Kyujin had hypotension, which made her dizzy in the wee hours after work, resulting in her loss of footing on the wet floor she had just mopped. She had suffered a fatal blow to the head, a crack in the skull that split her head open by a sharp corner of the countertop leading to excessive blood loss, followed by death.
According to statistics, an average human will die after losing 40 percent of the blood in their body. But seeing as to how her entire body had turned as whiter than paper, her toes dried till crisp and her flesh turning both streaky and tough—you have a conjecture that she did not lose her life from a simple slip of the foot.
But police being police, they chose to overlook these minor details that went against the majority’s deduction on the matter. Song Kyujin died accidentally, and that was how it was reported on the news. The pit of your stomach is filled with indigence for the dead woman and you wished to seek justice, pretty confident that those tiny loopholes would actually bring you somewhere.
Something felt off, the longer you stared at her corpse—her eyes weren’t even fully closed when her body was found—and for some reason, you could see how hollow they were, like they were filled with emptiness and sorrow. Kyujin wasn’t a very happy person, that you’ve inferred from how her skin was barely hiding her cheekbones, her arms look like they would snap into two like a twig if you merely touched them, and the heavy bags under her eyes.
She was poor, with no kin or kith—what was better profile to make as a forgotten victim of murder?
No one else was supposed to know about your true identity, nothing but a new transfer student from another university faraway. He sits at the end of the long table, and you stand beside him with your hands placed neatly at your sides. Essentials of police professionalism, ugh.
“So, you specifically requested for the President of the Dance Club to bring you around campus?”
Mr. Kim cocks an eyebrow up at your seemingly strange favour you had asked of him prior a few seconds ago.
“Yes, sir.”
You gulped, silently praying that he is completely oblivious to your bending of rules. Usually, undercover cops are not supposed to resort to means of gaining external help and support to achieve their goal of gathering evidence or getting close to the perpetrators to crack the case. Usually.You weren’t even supposed to let dear Mr. Kim to know about the orders you received from the people up there. You weren’t even supposed to let anyone in this compound know who you are.
But oh, please. It was more like a necessary action to be executed. A method, to save you from the redundant hassle to get what you had wanted. Approaching the suspect directly, with a lame stunt or forced set-up, would be way too boring for you. So why not spice things up, and get the suspect to approach you? Furthermore, you wanted to get this job over and done with, successfully—because if you screw this simple case up like all the previous ones, not even God would be able to save you.
“It’s part of the plan.” You hurriedly supply the reason to your request lest he probed any further.
He nods in understanding, before flipping through the thick ring file on the table before him, going through the confidential background and information of every student.
“Park Jimin..?”
Mr. Kim hums his name with a tinge of confusion, and the raise of his brows and pursing of his lips wholeheartedly doubts your choice of person. But the job had to be done.
His pointer finger stops at a page under the letter ‘P’ and glides over to the left page cautiously, the pad of his finger now repeatedly tapping on Jimin’s record.
With a sigh, he voices his worry. “Hopefully this boy has got nothing to do with your case.” He unclips the slip of important information belonging to the suspect from the file.
You weren’t one bit surprised at the chancellor’s reaction, because Jimin was after all the school’s prestigious dance president and scholarship holder.
“Well, I cannot reveal anything for now.” You receive the piece of paper filled with Jimin’s biography from his hand and continue, “But he certainly can be of great aid to my investigation.” You flash a sincere smile at the surprisingly cooperative principal, politely taking your leave after a bow.
Taking a quick glance of your watch, you revert your eyes back to the surrounding of willow trees, gravel pavements and the iconic gothic style buildings of this school. You had seven minutes till your target would appear and make his way to you, like expected. Everyone in here treated you like a shadow, not even realising you had abruptly slithered into the university in mid-autumn. Things would have been complicated if it were in high school.
College sucks the soul out of every living organism in it, the copious amount of workload and quizzes, and projects with deadlines faster than lightning and the boss battle
finals—it was unimaginably stressful and horrendous.
Everyone’s in a fast-paced marathon for that degree certificate—a stable life buoy for the unsettling and rapid waves of the future that awaits them. But you were here for a sole purpose, and that is to bring justice to light-
“Are you done with acting cool and heroic?” Seokjin suddenly sliced through your thoughts by speaking directly into your ear. You could say quite literally.
“What-“
“I can picture you sitting on a bench, with a cup of coffee in hand, looking out into the blur distance and pretending to be thinking hard about this case.”
You keep silent, looking over to the cappuccino in hand and the bench you were sitting on.
Holy shit.
Seokjin carries on.
“Anyway, you didn’t happen to forget I was here all along right? I certainly didn’t think you would stoop this low and take short cuts.” Fuck, you’d actually forgot about his blatant eavesdropping. You can practically see the smirk forming on his plump ass lips and the clear mischief sewn in his words—he was going to make you a slave from a single threat, for your boss must not know about this at all, or you might say goodbye to your position forever.
“Jin, I’ll give you the best suck of your entire life, you would feel like you’d been thrown into another universe!” You quickly yell, trying to convince the man in your ear to take this secret to his grave. A few students pop their heads in your direction and you hide your face in both palms in utter embarrassment.
You didn’t realise you were being this loud.
Seokjin seems to be taken aback, before he replies, “I don’t mind.”
You have no time to register his answer, and the fact that Jin had just agreed to you sucking his dick—probably after this whole operation ends. Because the perpetrator is seen at the carpark, walking into campus, towards you. The nerves are starting to get to you, because just from afar, you can already tell he was a handsome lad whose looks would make you stumble on your words.
“Hey, you have about 35 seconds to remind me about Jimin because my mind’s a blank right now.”
Without delay, he begins introducing said man making his way to your side.
“Park Jimin, born in Busan, age 23, president of the Dance-“
“No! Like his interests and shit!” You speedily put him on the right track. Jimin is no more than 20 metres away from you.
“He likes cats, loves to dance, enjoys night time-“ Seokjin blurts out.
“Favourite food?” You question, hoping the both of you would click well on the topic of food.
“Wait, what? He doesn’t have-”
“You’re Park Jimin?” You miss the end of Seokjin’s sentence, standing up to give Jimin’s outstretched hand a firm shake.
A wide grin creeps onto his face, yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“And you’re Y/N.” He doesn’t even ask.
You open your mouth to give confirmation but- “I’ll show you around.”
Or wait for your acknowledgement.
Park Jimin, he looks like he jumped out from the photograph, exactly the same in real life—strikingly handsome and unbelievably charming, there’s a certain point to admire about the sharp angle of his nose and the ridge along the bridge of it, the shimmer in his eyes encompasses a kind of hollowness to it, yet they pierce through your orbs so beautiful it leaves you astonished. Something about Jimin is extremely alluring, and you can’t help but lock your gaze on his features for more than a second or so. His silver fringe fall over his eyes and he sweeps it to the back with a nonchalance that reels you into something you’re unsure of—but you know it is not anything good at all.
You’re not even kidding when you say Jimin did a pretty slobbish job at showing you around the entire campus like he promised.
He was nice, nevertheless, maintaining a slow pace to allow you to walk beside him and not have you tagging along like a lost puppy. However, what was quite distracting was the fact that the random blotches of girls that always can’t seem to pull their eyes away from Jimin as they walk by. His features are carved like a pure angel and his eyes would crinkle every time he sends you a smile so bright it could blind. It didn’t come to you as a surprise, because Jimin is one of the most handsome faces you have ever met. Thank goodness Seokjin couldn’t hear your deepest thoughts of the beloved murderer.
You wanted to tease him for a bit.
“Getting all the chicks, huh?” The remark made you sound like you’re being a little too casual with him and you bit your lip in regret instantly.
“Not interested. They stink.” He replies curtly, a tinge of disgust rolling off his tongue.
You almost burst out into a huge laughter. Stink? It sounded funny coming from someone as proper as him. They smelled great, actually. Their sweet, fruity Victoria’s Secret perfume scent overflowing in everyone’s noses. Maybe Jimin wasn’t into that.
He was sweet too, that you’ve noticed because he’d stop every so often when encountered with a vending machine and offered to buy you a drink, to which you would always politely decline.
Not a chance of drinking something from a murderer.
Yes, he also made sure to answer all your redundant questions and gave you advice about your classes but you knew he did not reveal every corner of the school to you.
It was normal to be lazy on a task like bringing a new student around, but you realised the places he never showed were the ones you found all the evidence and clues linking him to the title of guilty. He couldn’t be that dumb, could he? It felt almost as if he wants you to find the truth and you were playing right into his hands.
Wait, if he didn’t know you were a cop, what was with all these intentions? Unless-
“Y/N?” He snapped you out of your trance. You hated how your name flowed out of his lips smoother than honey.
“Yes?” Remaining calm, you try to recall the last thing he’s said.
But to no avail. Your mind was occupied with thoughts like how intelligent Jimin actually is and you doubting your ability to complete this mission.
“I was saying, we’re quite done here.” Jimin never breaks eye contact and has both hands tucked away in the pockets of his ripped jeans so casually, it makes you shift uncomfortably for some reason.
“Oh okay. Thanks for today Jimin, I greatly appreciate that you came out of the way,” A smile begins to stretch over his features, and a knot twists in your heart. “to just show me around,” You let out a soft chuckle as you tug on the strap of your bag, thinking of ways to stall him and maybe even get him on a date.
He mirrors your smile and brings both palms together, “Well, are you doing anything for the rest of the day?”
“Actually,” You glance over the face of your watch. “I have nothing on at all.” Your lips curl upwards with anticipation smeared on your pink lip tint.
The french fries at this diner tasted exceptionally good.
You have no idea why you are stuffing one after another so hurriedly, as if they would disappear from your sight if your fork doesn’t get pitched into one after the other immediately.
On contrary, Jimin is reserved and he saws through the rare piece of steak with elegance.
Half the time, his eyes are caught boring into yours—like he could see through your entire plot—causing you to avert his gaze and gulp down your nerves.
The way he looks at you is endearing, like you were a piece of precious hidden gemstone or rather, the little bunny the wolf has set his eyes on. Sometimes he makes you forget that you are supposedly the one who is to take control.
“Slow down there,” He snickers at how famished you looked gobbling down all the food before you. “Save some room for dessert.”
He’s looking at you in that manner again, this time with a brow raised and a lopsided grin on display.
“U-Uh, right.” You bashfully wipe your mouth with the napkin, cheeks laminated with a sheen of red.
Ask why he didn’t choose to eat with his friends.
Seokjin’s sudden voice makes you jump a little, interrupting your moment of stuttering.
You clear your throat, and Jimin looks at you in a strange way.
You keep forgetting that Seokjin is technically by your side, eavesdropping on every conversation you have with anyone. Tucking a hair behind your ear and reaching for the glass of iced water, you take a sip to calm yourself down. The mindset of labelling the man sitting across you as ‘murderer’ needs to vanish.
You have to remain on task.
“Can I ask you something?” You leaned in, elbows now on the table top.
“Sure, go ahead.” He mimics your action, as if to clearly listen to every word you had to say.
“Why didn’t you go have dinner with your friends?” The surrounding noises of plates clattering, sizzles coming from the kitchen and the indistinct chattering of customers—faded out into the background even more, and you are able to feel Jimin’s breath on your cheek.
You noticed how he swallows before he answers, “I wanted to eat with you.” The reply comes out short, sweet and straightforward. How honest he is able to act, is skilled and so natural to an extent where it is almost intimidating—like he has practiced lying for all his life. And it makes you wonder if you were even doing a good job at carrying out this whole act.
You raise a brow, unfazed by his statement.
“It’s like you have no friends.”
Your fingers tighten around the fork, stabbing viciously at the coleslaw.
“Mmm,” He hums in approval. “That’s a fact you’ve stated.”
Eyes widening, you shoot him a look of disbelief.
Like how and why would the ever so charming dancer have no friends?
“Why not?” You can’t stop yourself from probing.
“I don’t..do that stuff.” Jimin’s face contorted in disgust, as if the human population were trash.
Yet here he was with you, eating dinner together at Pop’s.
“Am I not human,” You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if he even considered you as a friend.
“Or are you not,” You mutter under your breath, looking to the side.
Jimin simply smirks and chuckles, shaking his head—as if he heard the barely audible remark.
“That’s for you to find out.” At that your head flicks up to meet his eyes, and his annoying plump ass tilted lips, it was almost like he was challenging you. And you’re momentarily stunned at his reply. Jimin was like handing you the puzzle pieces for you to make out the entire picture.
Why are you acting like this?
“Hold the fuck up Kim Seokjin, I need a moment.” You place both hands on the edge of the sink, steadying yourself.
You’re literally stuttering and saying useless gibberish that will expose-
“I said I need a fucking moment!” You yelled at the thin suffocating air, eyes screwed shut in irritation when you realise the volume of your voice.
The lady washing her hands beside you sends you a judgemental look—as if you’ve gone bonkers—before leaving the washroom faster than usual would.
You took a deep breath to stabilise your emotional rollercoaster. You’re still as confused and anxious as ever. It was like nothing in the world could do anything to slow your racing heart.
“I’m scared. It’s a murderer I’m dealing with. I really wish you would know how complicated and nerve-wrecking this is for me.” You felt like crying, just from a dinner with Park Jimin.
It was true, this case was the most difficult and frightening to handle because, maybe just because, you saw how he basically slaughtered the janitor like she was a pig.
“And that at any moment, the one in the coffin would be none other than me.”
One wrong move and you could fuck it all up.
Maybe you felt paranoid and jumpy because Jimin—seemingly sweet and studious—was actually an insane killer who went at it when the chance was presented.
You, being a girl who travelled across the country to study here, with a scarce amount of money, with no friends or family by your side (supposedly), suited the profile Kyujin once had.
You were no doubt next, considering how he had interests in you.
Hey, listen to me. You’re gonna do great okay?
Running your fingers through your hair, you left the washroom, along with your trepidation and unnecessary worries behind.
You aren’t even sure if Jimin knows who you actually are—because it seems like he does and you’re a stupid cop playing right into his hands—to becoming the next victim of his fetish for killing women. Now all you have to do is find substantial evidence that is sufficient to put him behind bars and avoid losing your life.
Tucking both hands into the pockets of his denim, Jimin lets out a laugh like a complete maniac. The fact that you have completely no idea who you are dealing with, how you think you have it all under control and that everything would go as planned. Your stupid little idea of trying to get close to him, then search for what you want before tearing him apart—he snickers even more at that, unable to comprehend why humans couldn’t just mind their own damn business and focus on their shitty lives and not try to outsmart their own kind. He can hear the erratic beating of your fearful heart, your blood rushing everywhere in your body at once is almost driving him off the edge of his last bit of abstinence. Usually, he would wait a few days, observing and understanding his prey during that period of time before he strikes.
But he’s been deprived from feeding for close to three months now, and he feels exceptionally thirsty today.
One wrong move and he could fuck it all up, as well.
Upon sensing the delicious sounds of your heartbeats growing louder yet slowing down, he clears his throat and adjusts his posture, choosing to remove his hands from his pockets and politely rest his arms on the table to live up to the gentlemanly show he was trying to put on for you.
You returned to your seat, hands coming to pull down the ends of your skirt nervously. Jimin runs his eyes over your body from top to bottom, your colour on your lips retouched now matching the shade of pink on your cheeks. God, just how much blood do you have? It seemed infinite for him to endlessly feast on—or maybe he was simply too hungry for some.
You already looked so desirable like this, he wonders just how much more the haemoglobin in your body was willing to offer to his tastebuds.
“Do you perhaps, want to grab a drink with me?”
You had thought that things would be taken nice and slow, a torturous journey you have long embraced yourself for ever since you stepped foot into the university—but it seems like Jimin had other plans in mind. Did this mean the shortcoming of your fatal death or the shortcut to get the mission accomplished?
You would never know.
Because Jimin leads your skeptical self to a bar just downtown, a couple turns into the depths of this town and the both of you stopped before a mediocre neon signboard, the words ‘Voyage’ traced across it in delicate purple.
Before he knows it, you are excitedly pushing your way through the heavy velvet curtains and hopping your way into the bar without further questions.
And before he knows it, your cheeks are tinted a light coral and your words are becoming slurred.
Giggling to yourself, you raise your shaky hand to the bartender and ask for more shots for the both of you. The smile on your face somehow manages to become brighter when the two shot glasses of vodka is slid your way. You drag your stool and scoot closer to him, bringing the drink to his face and offering him alcohol for what seemed like the twelfth time.
“Drink up, lover boy.” You giggle with eyes fixed on his pair of alluring ones. He gracefully accepts the drink and clinks glasses with you before downing the shot.
Somewhere into the night, the number of empty glasses on the countertop of the bar increases and the both of you are leaving Voyage in each other’s arms, in crazy laughters, wobbly legs and clouded minds. You don’t fail to notice how Jimin simply shoves a thousand dollar bill into the bartender’s hands before holding you by the waist and walking out without bothering for change.
“Boop.” You tap your finger on the tip of his nose and your silly grin grows wider as Jimin looks genuinely surprised at your sudden antic. He can’t help but wonder if you’re always this adorable when drunk.
The night is cold with the help of the howling winds, and Jimin tucks you closer to him. Yet strangely, it doesn’t feel warm enough.
“Let me take you home.” He suggests and you politely decline the offer.
“No home…” You mumble in a drunken haze and wrap your arms around him tighter.
Jimin doesn’t reply to that, body keeping still but you can’t see his face.
So you continue, “Take me to your home.”
It is a shameless request due to the fact that you had just met him today, and you both are no more than balancing on the thin line between acquaintances and friends.
It is another factor aiding you in your investigation—the fact that he has no friends, or so he claims. Jimin is a whole mystery in your eyes, and no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to have him figured out like you do to most criminals.
At his doorstep, he is busy shrugging off his coat and tossing it over the metal rack. You stare at him with flushed cheeks and a small pout on your face.
And when he finally turns around and comes face to face with your glossy round eyes and slightly protruding bottom lip, he chuckles at how cute you look. “Why the sad face sweet bun?”
You sigh, “I have many questions for you.”
He helps you get rid of your long coat, mentally preparing himself for the silly array of questions that were about to come out of your inebriated self. “Fire, pretty face.”
It was exactly at this moment, you feel a slight buzz in your ear, and the mechanic is nothing but a piece of plastic in your ear now.
“Is there a reason why you don’t want to have friends?” You make full use of the fact of he thinks you’re tipsy, stepping closer and resting both hands onto his sweater-clad waist.
“I might just kill them.” Jimin chuckles, like killing was a fun sport he does like tennis every sunday. Your both feet are rooted to the ground and you wonder if he sees the change in expression on your face. You were sure your face by now was white as sheet and your legs gone jelly, trembling in fear.
Your lips part, you want to say something to him but you just have no idea what to, his blatancy has blown your disguise away and it becomes more baffling as the second hand moves round the clock—it has came to a point where you realise he may be fully aware of your intentions. He is taking advantage your tipsy form to play around and tease with you, but in fact you were completely sober. For all you know, he might think you are really drunk and won’t remember what he had just mentioned. But you have to carry out and finish your act, no matter how his words are constantly forming the hesitance you have in your role.
“Then will you kill me too?” The second question comes out in a childlike tone, to prove that you are not sober at all and you pull him close and look up at him with the best soft eyes you can manage. “Not just yet doll,” He raises his hand to stroke a finger down across your pink cheek and you feel like you are shivering so hard in trepidation that you are certain he can feel it. “I want to have some fun with you first.”
You clench your guts and boldly lean into his ear, faces no more than two inches apart, “What kind of fun?”
He chortles while snaking his hands around your waist to pull your body flushed against his, “Don’t pretend doll, you know exactly what I mean.”
His palms creep down to the round of your ass cheeks and he gives them a harsh squeeze before growling in satisfaction into your ear. You can’t help but sigh at that, head going down to rest on his shoulder, arms stiffening. The feeling of him touching you in this manner is unexplainable—there are goosebumps forming on your skin and your heart is pounding wildly against your chest, you feel afraid yet you didn’t want to move away from him.
You pull away from the crook of his neck to face him properly, to show that you mean it instead of it being some drunken stupor. “Then play with me.” You didn’t mind fucking Jimin—in fact you didn’t mind fucking a man as hot as him at all. And if sleeping with him would help you in your job, you would more than gladly do it willingly. Your plan now is to fuck him till he passes out to sleep, then collect whatever you need to in his sketchy apartment.
Jimin fights the urge to kiss you there and then, in front of his doorstep and drive you crazy with his tongue, to taste all of you and devour the plenty amount of blood you store in your body—he holds your hand and leads you to his bedroom. Your swollen lips look so good and sexy from all that nervous biting you have been doing ever since dinner, he wonders how it would feel around his cock, god, he would do anything to have those pair of red cock-sucking lips around his dick.
The heat is unbearable at this point in time, and unexpectedly when the door shuts with a click, Jimin leans in to peck you on the lips but you shove him away and onto his bed. He bounces on his mattress and his fringe falls over his forehead, but his eyes never leaves yours and is filled with an unadulterated desire to shove his dick into you.
He is shocked by your actions, even after he had practically confessed that he is indeed a cold-blooded murderer.
You start unbuttoning your beige blouse and threw it over your shoulder, leaving him with the view of your breasts covered with the black lace of your bra.
He cocks an eyebrow up at that, his dick throbbing at the sight of your shedding your clothes off in front of him. You are only left in your lingerie when you waltz your way over to Jimin, while he is still diligently keeping his eyes trained on you.
Straddling him, you rest your core over his crotch and the tip of his dick hitting your clit caused a moan to leave your lips involuntarily. It must have been the alcohol in your system, but you swore Jimin’s eyes turned red for shorter than a split second, before he is grabbing you firmly by the hips, securing you in place. Your arms habitually fly up to wrap around his neck like you would do with any other guy, but this was Park Jimin, the guy who caused Kyujin’s body to end up in the way it was—nothing left but dried flesh and bones—thus you felt like your were about to throw up. You try to shake off the fragments of memories of her lying corpse and instead focus on the man below you.
You were determined to make Jimin come at least twice tonight, for it should be enough to tire him out. You meld your lips with his with a sense of urgency, roll your tongue inside his mouth licking the behind of his teeth. Maybe it was because you kept thinking about dead bodies and what a bloody murderer he was, but there was a small taste of blood somewhere along his teeth. Maybe he had gum issues or something, but you quickly swipe that irrelevant thought away.
Oh well, he deserves it anyway.
Cheekily, you catch his wet muscle between your lips and start sucking harshly. Jimin keeps moaning into your mouth and pulling at your shorts with want as you have his tongue around your lips. When you place your hands on his firm chest and slowly pull away from exploring his mouth, he lets out a soft whine. The sounds he made were making your walls clench and your arousal soaking your underwear, you were about to lose it at how vocal he was.
His eyes fluttered open at the sound of his belt unbuckling. “God, you’re driving me crazy. You really want that dick, huh?”
He has barely even recovered from the messy making out and you were already on your knees in the next split second for him. All for him. He didn’t even have to ask. Something about your submissiveness and the will to give and provide to every one of his needs was building the burning pit of desire in him for you rapidly.
“Hands behind your back.” You had very much wanted to roll your eyes at his command, but you can’t help but hold back a chuckle at the thought of how you were going to do the same to him in the future—except with a handcuff.
“What’s so funny?” Jimin narrows his eyes at your giggly form, not liking the sight of you not taking him seriously at all. You shake your head shrugging him off and licked your lips as you keep your eyes trained on the tent in his pants. Jimin took your silence as consent and proceeds to undo his pants fully.
“Last chance. If you’re not explaining yourself…” He swiftly removes the belt and allow his pants to drop to the ground with a thud.
One of his brows are raised and the corner of his lips is crooked upwards in a sinister way.
You gulped.
“Then you’re in for a punishment, babydoll.” He doesn’t say anything for a brief moment, as if to let you speak, but you chose to rile him up. “Do your worst.”
As soon as those words leave your lips, he looks up to the ceiling with hands on his hips to fully digest what you had just told him. Combing his hair back with one hand, the other still gripping tightly onto the leather belt. Jimin starts smiling unbelievably like a total maniac to himself, like he could not believe what you had just said.
He lowers and grabs you roughly by the hips, flipping your kneeling form effortlessly with a great amount of force and then he pushes you onto the floor by the back without warning, causing you to land harshly on your elbows.
A redundant ‘ouch’ was about to escape from your mouth but you immediately take it back in, for you knew a sadist like him got off from the pain he inflicted on others—and you weren’t about to show him that so easily.
You hate to admit it, but his roughness was turning you on even more. You can hear him snicker from behind and the following sound of his belt loudly slapping the ground sends a shiver down your spine.
“My best, you mean.” His tone is filled with venom and a strong disagreement to your earlier statement. In the next moment, his belt is coming down to ruthlessly whip your ass. Your face is scrunched up in bearing the pain, and you want to scream at the burning sensation at your ass. Tears start to prick at your eyes and you bite your lips to prepare yourself at least, mentally for the next stroke. You were the one who asked for this.
“For your info,“ He strokes his palm over the curve of your ass. "I am best at punishing people, Y/N.” He laughs in a condescending tone and you feel the beads of hot tears rolling down your cheeks, out of fear or pain, you couldn’t care at the moment. Your heart is thumping violently against your ribcage so hard that your bones may break.
“Someone’s afraid. Because her supposed best friend in her ear is long gone.”
You freeze in place, despite how badly you wanted to collapse there and then due to the aftermath of the whipping.
You were an idiot. Jimin is long ago aware of your identity and true intentions. You suspect that he knew everything, even before the both of you had met. Explains his well-built confidence since the very start. Everything was already under his control even before you had budged an inch in your plan. It was true and he was right, that the connection had been broken off upon entering his doorstep.
He closes the proximity between the both of you, hot breath aimed at your neck causing your hair to stand. His tongue darts out, as if to tease himself and test how far he could control from devouring you there and then. His wet muscle licks a stripe up your neck and all the hair on your skin stands tall, the goosebumps becoming more obvious when he nibbles lightly at your collarbone, the action itself effortlessly making you want to puke and mewl in pleasure at the same time. You were afraid that he would take your life away just like that, but the ache creeping into your center is saying otherwise.
It seems like the initial plan of controlling himself failed terribly, for he leans closer to you and rests his hands on your arched back. His breathing gradually turns ragged as he continues to suck hard at the soft skin of the crook of your neck, the only thin barrier separating him from the tempting vein prodding at that exact spot.
“Maybe I should have you all to myself…” His voice is now an octave lower, drenched in nothing but lust and thirst. Not only was Jimin a gruesome murderer, he also seemed like a psychopath sniffing at your neck obsessively. Like a possessive killer. But no one would ever know that their lovely elite student could be capable of such horrendous things. Not if you manage to make it out at all. Given the current situation, you think you would barely be able to rise before he does. Your knees are hurting on the cold floor and your fingers are relentlessly scratching the tiles.
His hand travels up along your body to the side of your neck, fingers coming to wrap around it and tilt your head at an angle. He dives in once more and continues sucking at that certain spot, mixed with kisses and ticklish licks. But god, you enjoyed it more than you must admit. You were a sucker for neck kisses and he played right into that card.
Screwing your eyes shut, you try to avoid the sensation he was providing you with, it felt impossibly good and the feeling of his lips attached to your neck sucks the last morality you have left in you and spits it out like used gum. Your hands are clasped together so tightly as you try your best to suppress the moan that wants to escape from your bitten down lips so bad.
You didn’t want him, but at the same time—you needed him so bad.
Jimin doesn’t remove his lips from your skin, not sparing any moment of him not kissing any part of you, it was almost as if he was worshipping your body—before ripping it into pieces like a rag doll. His hand comes up to massage your breasts through the fine lace, travelling down your waist and squeezing your ass occasionally, you could feel him everywhere.
However, he doesn’t slip you out of your underwear and fuck you senseless, he simply carries on caressing your sides and sucking on your neck.
The pool of heat forming down there is getting beyond uncomfortable and your walls are clenching pathetically hard around nothing, you needed to feel the burning stretch and the friction against your walls so bad. And that is exactly what Jimin wanted out of you from riling you up this way without progressing.
He breaks away from you finally, and looks you in the eye expectantly. You gulped, breathless.
Your fingers placed behind you play with each other nervously, before you are quietly letting out, “P-Please…”
He frowns and you swear your heart stops beating for a second.
“Use your words. What do you want me to do?”
“Please fuck me, Jimin.”
He smirks, as if your words were the correct answer. Better to get this whole ordeal done and over with, than to struggle to keep up with his concept of inducing pain with pleasure.The sound of his name flowing out of your lips is like music to his ears and the way your words twist explicitly while managing to drip like honey sends his cock twitching. He chuckles and stands back up next, and you must think it is because of how submissive you were acting to his commands but in fact it is how your inner detective resolve has been so easily melted away by the work of his lips and wandering hands. That you completely disregarded the purpose of you being here with him just for a good fuck.
“Let me fuck your throat first.” He is contented from how you instantly open your mouth inviting his cock in.
He drags his boxers off him and your half-lidded eyes shoot almost wide open at the sight. His dick is curved to perfection—girthy, long and tip swelling with precum. Jimin chuckles with pride at the way you were practically drooling at him in all his glory.
He holds your chin and presses his tip slightly into your mouth. Naturally, your wicked tongue comes out to swirl all around his red swollen tip, angry and eager to ejaculate. You gladly take it all in, head moving closer to bring the whole tip of his dick into your mouth. Jimin’s hand moves to grab your jaw to keep your mouth open, some of his fingers running through your hair before he is ramming his cock into the back of your throat.
Your eyes widened and you choke on his dick upon gag reflex, but you continue to lick the base of his shaft and suck whatever he gave. His head flies back with a loud grunt at the sensation of your lips around his cock—and how pretty you looked teary eyed with his entire dick disappeared into your mouth. Jimin begins thrusting into your mouth and you take it all like the good girl you were. He slowly strokes your hair and wipes the mascara running down your face. You look up at him and bat your lashes, knowing this is what most guys loved when receiving head. Jimin bites his lip at the sight of you innocently looking at him while his dick is hitting the back of your throat and goes at a faster pace, breath turning ragged until he finally blows his load in your throat.
For the cherry on top, you release his cock with a ‘pop sound’. Your lipstick smudged by now and your thighs unknowingly rub against each other in hopes for some sort of friction between your legs. “Mmm, you did so well doll.”
You have never experienced anyone close to Jimin before in bed, and his whole session was tiring and abusing the soul out of you—without realising, you lean into his palm as he cups your cheeks and praises you. His voice, like a lullaby and his hand feel so soft and silky against your face. He was like a walking contradiction—rough, yet gentle in every way you needed him to be, his lips plump and soft yet vicious in attacking your skin, his eyes melts into cresents but are also able also form demeaning stares—he creates the butterflies in your stomach, beautiful and endlessly fluttering with infatuation, but they can also drown and rot in the acid under his command, releasing a foul stench inside of you. A murderer, yet a saint when it comes to caring for you.
“Stay with me, doll.” He lightly taps you when he witnesses your eyes shutting close.
But helplessly, you are falling back into a much needed slumber—considering the time you woke up as well. Jimin proceeds to carry you bridal style and place you gently onto his bed. He pushes the stray strands of hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead. Eyes closed, you hold onto his hand tightly.
“Please take care of me…”
He strips his clothes off easily and dives into the crook of your neck, taking things impossibly slow and steady. Neither his kittenish licks, nor the way he whispers into your ear about how your obedience is getting him harder again by the second, is not helping the wetness between your thighs.
His dick is dripping with your saliva and his cum, and he strokes it up and down across your slit to give you a tease. You whimper at the contact, hands clawing his veiny arms. “Beg for it, doll.”
“Please just fuck me already Jimin, I’m so wet and ready for your cock to stuff me full.”
He can’t believe the mess he has made of you, how a righteous cop who came all the way here for a sole purpose—is now naked and moaning such filth into his ears. The way his name flows out of your pretty and swollen lips—all because of how hard he had kissed you. The patches of purple trailing down from your neck to your breasts—it is all his doing as well.
Jimin lets out a satisfactory groan at your words before he is positioning himself between your folds, entering you at one go. His dick is shoved all the way to the hilt, the stretch feels a little painful but the pleasure is overpowering.
“Ngh—!” Your arms are hung loosely around his neck as Jimin bites down on his bottom lip and focuses on fucking you. Hard, deep and slow.
Jimin lifts your and throws it around his back, and he begins ramming into your pussy once you are adjusted to his size, making sure the throaty screams never stopped leaving your mouth.
He was precise with each of his thrusts into you, making sure his tip would always slam hard onto that one sweet spot. Eyes rolling back, you feel the coil in your stomach tightening as the sturdy bed rocks back and forth with how hard Jimin is snapping his hips into you.
“Fuck baby,” He breathes into your ear, “Y-You feel so tight—fuck, keep clenching around my cock like that.” His length slides in and out of your walls repetitively and you bask in the immense pleasure of him fucking you just so right. Jimin is a giver, that is for sure. He makes sure that you climaxed before he did, drilling into your pussy till you are screaming his name and whimpering at the oversensitivity as he keeps going.
"Ah, ah, ah!” You fist at his hair as a silent plea to slow down. “Jimin, I can’t…” You had barely calmed down from your high and the feeling is too much to bear.
Unlike at first, his hand comes up to slap onto your mouth to keep your whining down.
"Mmm—!“
He has total control over your body, dick still shoving into your soaked core with all your juices squelching and drooling out of your heat. Jimin is unable to control himself as the scent of your blood is flushing into his nose. His fangs appear and disappear as he tries to stop his temptations of sinking his teeth into one of your bruises and draining you dry. With a couple more steady and quick thrusts, Jimin is painting white ribbons of his cum onto your walls, filling you up full with his hot seed.
He sighs in content as you both reach your highs together (second for you) and slowly descends from the temporary heaven.
He collapses onto your weak body, breathing not slowing down in any way.
"Y/N…Baby,” He pants, hand searching for yours. He raises his head with all the strength left in him to look you straight in the eye. His features are crumpled, skin as white as sheet with crusty pale lip—but the ferocity in his gaze is never lost. His forehead is threatening to knock onto yours as Jimin is spinning in his own head, beginning to lose consciousness. You smack both sides of his cheeks, trying his hold his head in place. He looks like he is about to pass out anytime at the moment, still trying to gasp for air. “Jimin! Are you okay? What’s wrong?!” He couldn’t just die on you like that—then you would have to bring him to a hospital and explain everything which is just, tiresome just at the thought of it. Sure, he did deliver you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced, but you needed him alive to personally throw him into prison and for that to happen, your plan needs to work out.
“I just need… a bit.” He breathes out weakly whilst looking at you with hooded eyes, admiring your flushed cheeks and tainted body. “A bit of what?” You ask immediately, anxious.
Without another word, he dives into the crook of your neck. Jimin presses his lips against your soft skin and harshly bites down onto it with his fangs.
Squealing, you try shove him away from you as you feel the sharp canine teeth piercing through your neck without warning. He grabs both your frantic hands and pins them down onto the mattress, as you feel your head getting lighter by the second.
The pain becomes excruciating as Jimin withdraws from you, and you feel a drizzle of blood oozing out of your neck and trickling down onto your collarbones. His skin is gaining colour again and there is traces of your blood found at the corner of his lips.
He swipes his tongue out to lick his lips clean and you chastised yourself for thinking—god, how undeniably sexy he looked even when he had just consumed a portion of your blood. You should feel creeped out and frightened, yes, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his dick inside of you and how horrifyingly good-looking he was.
A moment of unconsciousness is fighting your will to stay alive, and your mind had no space for thoughts of what and why Jimin had done that to you—you put all your might into surviving this ordeal first.
Jimin returns to your neck and you flinch, thinking he was about to bite you again, but instead he lays a kiss to the inflicted wound and caressed the side of your face endearingly—and somehow the gestures made you feel a lot better.
“Don’t go anywhere, doll. You will stay with me…” The last part of the sentence comes out softer than he expected, and he convinces himself that it was solely due to his fatigue and nothing else. Nothing like developing a tiny soft spot in his withered heart for you. Nope, not that case at all.
You closed your eyes and pretend to fall asleep with a countless amount of thoughts gathering in your head and Jimin follows suit.
Jimin wasn’t angry at you for falling asleep after sucking him dry, he looks rather worried—and that itself scares you. Murderers don’t care about the wellbeing of others. They are capable of killing people heartlessly, and the fact that he has exposed so much to you, knowing who you truly were—baffles you. He shouldn’t be worried. Or feeling anywhere near that.
You don’t know when or how, but all you could see is darkness as you match the rhythm of his breathing with yours, and the weight of his body on you feels more comfortable than it should have been.
You ruffle among the sheets till you realise there are a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, restricting your movements to minimal. All you see is a flood of black quilt and the lights are dimmed to a dark shade of red, giving off an overwhelming sensual vibe to the whole bedroom—causing your buds to harden and a tingling, sore sensation to creep in between your legs.
Jimin lays bare beside you, nothing but an underwear on just like you. This then, he pulls you closer, face tucked into your hair and neck, inhaling the scent every inch of your skin gives off.
“Mmm,” He hums in his sleep and nuzzles his nose against your jaw.
Carefully, you wriggle out of his grasp (with much effort) and replace yourself with a bolster.
Your feet cautiously land on the floor and silently, you put on your clothes before you start making your way around the house.
You randomly enter another room that looked like his study, and begin going through the drawers below his desk and the bookshelves that decorated the walls, collecting the files and documents you think is important to your investigation.
You were as quiet as a mouse, moving around the room like a ninja despite how exhausted your limbs were. You proceeded to check his large computer sitting on his table, attempting to hack into the system and transfer all the data he stored in there.
Surely, there would beat least some information on Kyujin or anything that can be a lead to this investigation. You managed to enter his account in less than a minute, and you silently thank Seokjin for teaching you his tips and tricks with computers.
Immediately, you spot a file at the bottom of his desktop with the name “BLOOD BANK #13” and you hastily click on it.
An image of Kyujin smiling popped up, along with many other background information of her profile. Your fingers jerk in surprise on the mouse as you gasp in shock. You scrolled through the file and more and more, and more pictures of her appeared—everyday, doing different things, in the same janitor uniform in the campus. Next, there was an audio recording and you pressed play.
“AH!” A scream erupted from the speaker and you quickly slid the volume lower in panic. “Please…please Jimin.. Don’t kill me, don’t—!”
The begging is followed by a squeal and a series of blood squelching—like a bear feasting on his last scrumptious meal before winter and choked whimpers—like she was screaming for every last bit of her breath.
The next sound you hear is a loud thud, something like a hitting the back of her skull before you figure she collapses onto the ground, dead.
It was too good to be true. The solid evidence right in front of your eyes.
Jimin.
You suddenly remember, that he was right across the hallway and your palms started to sweat in terror. Hands shaking, you fish out a thumb drive to transfer the file and the moment you plug it in—the computer’s system dies and flashes nothing but black, making you stare at your own flustered state. What was strange is that there were two pair of eyes looking at your reflection.
A low voice suddenly echoes throughout your ear and the hairs on your neck stand in unison—and you realise, it came from behind you.
“I told you to not go anywhere,” His lips bump into the shell of your ear.
“My pretty, little doll.”
under the spell of a demon’s touch (m)
▽ Pairing: Jimin x Reader
▽ Genre: incubus!AU, angst, smut, fluff the holy trio
▽ Summary: You had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures. ↳ alternatively: sending all our souls to rot in hell.
▽ Word Count: 14.872 words
▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, cheating, cuss words, dirty talk, blindfolds, handcuffs, oral sex, name calling, choking, hair pulling, butt plugs, spanking, rough sex, window sex, squirting, anal, vibrators.
The building stands tall in front of your eyes, rows upon rows of seemingly endless windows all uniform in their anonymous simplicity.
Your heels tap on the white linoleum floor of the hall full of people walking haphazardly to finish the assignments of the morning before their lunch break starts.
You walk through them with calmness in your steps, chin held up high as you reach the elevator, a bag full of food in your free hand.
There is a smile stretched on your lips and it is due to the thought of the pleasant lunch you are about to have with your lover — a surprise you are quite sure he is going to appreciate.
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Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️
please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
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Hey lovely! I have a thing for Jimin's finger too, so yeah.. Jimin drowling over the fact that you much smaller than him and that even his finger are big for you, stretching you out and he's not shy at pointing that out for you... oooph.. Bye 🥰💜
You were on the couch, between Jimin's thighs, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist, keeping you close to chest. You two were watching a movie, when you started playing with his full of rings fingers. Jimin was not paying attention to you, too amazed by the movie.
You frowned, staring at his thick figers, pressing your palm on his, fingers on his fingers. You were staring at your hands, moving them to examinate them, you didn't realise when Jimin put pause on the movie, to stare at you. He kissesed your shoulder "What happened, babygirl?"
"Your fingers are so cute" you whispered and kissed the tip of each one, staring at him. He scoffed and played the movie again, he already knew he has short fingers and he didn't like it, even you had your fingers almost as long as his.
"These short fingers were too thick to fit your hole last night."
You heard him, out of suddent.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Top Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Sub Jeon Jungkook, Shy Jeon Jungkook, Casual Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Threesome - F/M/M, Recreational Drug Use, also y/n is a baby hypebeast Summary:
jimin and jungkook pick you up at a bar.
Neighbors -pt.1
Pairing: Jimin X Reader (neighbors!au/stalker!au )
Synopsis: Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.
Warnings: stalker, switch!jimin, dom!jimin,sub!jimin, noona kink, SMUT, allusion to forced actions (never LET anyone tell you WHAT you feel comfortable with kids), oral (female and male), masterbation, raw penetration (practice safe sex always!), cum shot, manipulation, fingering
Genre: smut /neighbors!au/stalker!au NOONA KINK
A/N: There is plenty of smut in this, I don’t know what i was thinking, but yeah 18+- this is a one shot, but who knows?
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omg i literally can’t keep still! coraline has been my favorite movie and novel since i can remember!! this story has me at the edge of my sit and i can’t wait for the second part! @sinning-on-a-sunday it’s absolutely brilliant, thrilling, and overall amazing!! i would totally recommend reading it!!!
otherworldly ~ coraline!au
PAIRING ~ jimin x reader
GENRE ~ horror/thriller, smut
WORD COUNT ~ 11k
SUMMARY ~ when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.
WARNINGS ~ profanity, supernatural themes, obsessive behavior, imprisonment, depiction of an unhealthy relationship, masturbation, explicit smut (dom!jimin, sensory deprivation, bondage, soft degradation, cunnilingus, edging, unprotected sex)
A/N ~ part 1 of 2. based off of my favorite movie and novel: Coraline. thank you to everyone who’s shown their support for this monster of a fic! i hope i did this well-loved movie justice!
TAG LIST ~ @herbtae @randomuser228 @sugashaye @taetical @cassiescarlet12 @loveydaisy
prologue
For the first time in ages, sunlight trickles down through the tree’s naked branches, warming the woman’s skin to the point where her heavy jacket isn’t necessary. She considers it a cruel coincidence. Why should the rest of the world be so happy and bright when she’s spent the last few months suffering?
Her brother’s been missing for weeks, the sun shouldn’t be shining.
Even though the weather is nice, mud still sloshes under her boots as she walks, pale fingers clutching at the object in her hands like it will wriggle away and escape if she loosens her grip.
She reaches the crest of the hill, coming to stop at the ring of mushrooms that surrounds the opening of the well. She vows to board it up later so that, hopefully, people will forget it’s there.
The woman looks down at the object in her hands: a doll with button eyes. It resembles a boy with brown hair, longer at the nape of his neck so that it’s almost a mullet. He’s wearing a red beret, trench coat, and small circular glasses; he looks like an artist.
She recognizes the style, she recognizes him.
Gritting her teeth, the woman steps up to stand at the edge of the well, open and gaping like a hungry, waiting mouth.
She remembers the day this infernal doll appeared in their house, she remembers how excited her brother had been. He’d carried it around with him everywhere, going on and on about how it looked just like him.
He disappeared a few days later.
A few tears prick the woman’s eyes.
No, he didn’t disappear. He was taken.
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death valley (m) | part 0
summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you
welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader
genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.6k
warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin
a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |
It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.
“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.
You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.
You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.
Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.
He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.
“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.
“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”
“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.
“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”
You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.
“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”
You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket.
The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it.
You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.
You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.
“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”
Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.
“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.
“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”
“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.
“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.
“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”
You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.
“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.
“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”
You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.
“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.
“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.
“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space. Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.
“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.
“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.
You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.
“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.
“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.
The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.
He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.
“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.
“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.
“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”
“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”
“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”
“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”
“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.
“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”
You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.
“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious.
“I don’t even know you”
“Exactly”
You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.
“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.
“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.
“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly.
He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.
You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.
“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.
“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”
You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.
“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.
You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.
“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”
You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.
You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.
“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.
“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.
He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.
You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.
“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.
You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.
He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.
You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum
“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.
“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.
“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.
You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.
“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”
“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.
“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”
You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.
The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor. You turned around and you entire body froze.
Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.
You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.
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When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.
You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.
Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls
You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.
You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.
“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”
“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.
“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.
At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.
From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.
You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.
“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”
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You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.
“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.
“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”
“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”
Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”
You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”
“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.
“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.
You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.
The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.
“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”
“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.
He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.
“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”
You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.
Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”
Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.
“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.
“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.
“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”
Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.
As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.
You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.
Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.
“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.
“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.
“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.
He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.
“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.
He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”
“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.
You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.
“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.
“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.
“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.
“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.
“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.
“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.
You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.
He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.
You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.
“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.
“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.
Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.
“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”
You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.
“You’re just leaving?”
Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.
You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.
So that’s how it was gonna be then.
-
Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.
And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.
“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.
He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.
“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.
“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”
“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.
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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “.
why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :)
death valley (m) | part 9
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, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)
warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated….i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP
a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.
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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you.
“What exactly were you doing…with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline.
“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank….we fucked”
Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.
“Right…we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes.
He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.
“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner.
He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it.
“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi”
He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.
“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party…hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself.
“No…I didn’t see him there but…I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop.
“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.
“H..he was upset…” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no–no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung”
“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you.
“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”
“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”
You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.
You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?”
“Yes, how do you kno–” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.
“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”
You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks.
“Yes but..no…no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said…you…”
Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”
“Jungkook wouldn’t…he…”
“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”
You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity.
“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty.
You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.
“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”
Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood.
You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”
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death valley (m) | part 10
summary: a summer internship at a famous record label 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, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 10k
warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)
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F L A S H B A C K—
There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.
You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?
You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.
There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.
Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums. He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.
He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.
His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.
Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.
“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”
You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.
“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.
He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.
“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.
“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?
“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.
“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”
You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.
“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.
“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.
“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.
“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.
“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.
You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.
“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.
You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.
“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”
He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”
“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”
You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.
“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”
“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.
“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”
“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”
Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”
He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.
You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.
“You deserved that”
P R E S E N T D A Y—
You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.
You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.
The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.
It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.
“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.
“You and Yoongi were friends”
Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”
“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”
“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”
“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”
Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.
“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”
You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.
“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”
Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.
You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.
“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.
“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.
“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually, “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”
Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”
You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.
-
What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.
He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.
He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.
Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.
He would likely have done the same.
Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.
Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.
That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.
Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”
The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.
“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.”
Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.
And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”
He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”
“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”
Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”
You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”
“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”
“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”
“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”
-
Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”
He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.
You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.
“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.
Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.
“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.
“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”
Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”
“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”
“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.
“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”
“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.
“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”
Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.
He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.
You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.
You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.
You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”
“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”
“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”
“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”
“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”
“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”
“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”
“Why would he do that?”
You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”
“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”
The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.
“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.
“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.
“Obviously.”
-
The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.
Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.
“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.
Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.
It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.
“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.
“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”
"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.
“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”
Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”
The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”
“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.
“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.
“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.
“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.
“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”
Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”
“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.
In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.
“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.
“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.
“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”
You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.
Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.
“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.
-
Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.
He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.
And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.
It was sexy as hell.
“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.
“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”
Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.
“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.
“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”
Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.
“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.
“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.
He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.
Like a prize.
-
Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.
He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.
Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.
Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.
Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.
He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.
He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.
After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.
“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.
You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.
You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.
He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.
“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”
“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”
He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.
“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.
He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.
“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.
Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.
Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.
His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.
“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.
Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.
“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.
“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.
His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.
Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.
He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.
“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”
“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”
He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.
He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.
His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.
He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.
“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.
“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.
Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.
“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”
“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”
“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”
He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.
He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”
“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”
Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”
You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.
“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned, before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.
He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.
“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.
“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.
Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.
Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.
You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.
Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”
“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.
“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”
“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.
“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.
You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.
You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.
A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.
You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.
“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.
“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.
Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”
Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.”
Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.
Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”
“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”
Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.
“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”
Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.
“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.
“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”
Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”
“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.
You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.
“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”
“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”
“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”
“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”
You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.
“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.
You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”
You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.
You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.
“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.
Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.
-
After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.
The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.
“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”
“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”
Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.
“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.
His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him.
“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.
It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.
Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.
He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.
“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.
“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”
You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”
Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.
“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”
“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”
“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.
“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”
“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.
“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”
“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.
“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.
“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.
“How would you fuck me hm?”
He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”
Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”
“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.
“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”
“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”
“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”
He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.
“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.
He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.
You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.
You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.
“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.
You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.
The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.
“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”
You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.
“Miss me?”
-
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death valley (m) | part 13
summary: a summer internship at a famous record label 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, jimin x reader, namjoon x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au
wordcount: 6.5k
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. rough sex, degradation, petnames, penetrative sex, oral sex, coersion/dubcon, blood play, sex while intoxicated, drugs and alcohol, knife play, suggested dacryphilia, manipulative and obsessive themes, major character death, themes of mourning, choking, spanking, biting, hair pulling, arson, murder, guns mentioned (not used), restraints, dom!jin, dom!jimin, sub!joon, kidnapping, praise, breast play for days, toxic relationships, physical violence/fighting
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Breathless, the city lights glimmered in your eyes. It was a rush, seeing the world from this high in the air. From the balcony of Jimin’s penthouse, where you floated—a tight red bikini submerged in the scalding waves. Red that matched the soft hue of coming from beneath the water, red like the color of your eyes as Jimin came up behind you, pulling the blunt from your lips so he could take a hit himself. Proceeding to trail his lips across your jaw. Thick smoke dancing against your skin. Exhaling bliss into your pliant lips.
You inhaled him. Everything he was, you let him consume you. Eyes crossed, elevated beyond sanity as he deepened this kiss, groaning against you. Hands tugging the string at your hips, allowing the garment to float away as his ringed fingers slid up your folds. Finding your clit, he bit your lip, tugging on it with a growl. Fingers caressing the sensitive flesh with tender intension.
“Jimin—“ You sighed, eyes half lidded as his palm made home over the fabric of your bikini, fondling you lightly. The tempting press of his erection nudging into your ass. He left you in gasps, moving his lips behind your ear where he could whisper sweet nothings. Filthy promises. Dirty lies.
The two of you hadn’t left the apartment in days, trapped in a haze of liquid courage, nothing but moans and the slick slapping of skin on skin, steadily harmonizing. Each time convinced you had already reached nirvana, only to be proven wrong. Bottles on bottles of liquor open as he’d tug your hair back, pouring it down your throat, licking the spill from the edge of your lips until he’d swallow you into him.
Until you’d find yourself pushed back, with Jimin pouring tequila all the way down your body, licking all the way down to your cunt, letting the bitter liquid fill your core before slurping it out of you. Screams filling the room as you’d hold his hands, clawing into his palms as he ate you out. It burned terribly. It was obscene, dirty, painful—and you loved it.
After sucking you dry, he’s shower you with praise. You were his good girl. His little whore. Tongues intertwined. Nails raking across each others backs, bodies covered in sweat. Imprints of his hands bruised around your neck, hickies all over your skin. Wrapping your tongue around him, kneading him good as he would tug your hair.
You’d fall apart, gasping for air with him right next to you. Only for him to pull you into the shower just to do it all over again. You ached—ached bad. In the best possible way. Knees weak. Trembling with pleasure.
Had days passed? Had weeks? You had no idea—it was all a blur. A blur of pleasure you never wanted to escape.
“God I can never get enough of you” He mumbled, teeth sinking into your neck as he gripped your breasts. Pinching your nipples, he enjoyed the way you winced in his hold before ripping the bra off you, tossing it across the ledge.
“Jimin!” You squealed, giggling as the two of you watched it fall many stories down. He smirked, turning you gently so that you could wrap your legs around his hips, hands knowing to find your ass, carrying you through the water. He looked up at you in amazement. There was no way for you to know how beautiful you looked to him in that moment. His hands crawling up your back as he began to lower you onto his throbbing cock.
“I love you so much” His words were quiet, but you heard them with every move he made. He settled you down onto him, basking in the sensation of your warmth, tightly gripping around his length. Cursing, he lifted you, cock dragging against your walls, sending heat shooting through your veins. Water spilt over the edge, sloshing around as Jimin began to pull you back down, pumping you slowly— not leaving your eyes for a second as he bounced you on his dick. You gripped his shoulders, allowing him to move you as he wished. His lips latched onto your erect nipple, gnawing on it lightly before suckling the sensitive nub with his tongue.
“I love you too” How could you not? With the way he was worshipping every inch of your chest with the wet glide of his tongue. With the way he filled your every crevice, leaving no part of you untouched. The way he pampered you and praised you. It was everything you ever wanted.
Is it Y/n? Your heart dropped, a pair of sinister eyes invading your memory as your eyes fluttered shut. Is this what you want?
“Fuck me harder” You whined, hands finding Jimin’s so that you could pull them to your neck “Please Jimin…I need you”
The rockstar chuckled, choking you lightly before pulling out. He moved so fast, you were dizzy by the time he bent you over the ledge, guiding his cock easily back into your sopping heat. Fingers gripped around your jaw he pulled you back against him, teeth grazing against your cheek as he pounded you. Heavy cock hitting you deep with every thrust.
You were too drunk. Too drunk to mind as he filled you with his seed, plugging you up and keeping you there. Too drunk to react to the fact that across the neighboring buildings, paparazzi were having an absolute field day. Too drunk to see Jungkook’s 30 missed calls. Or even the frantic text stating— he’s dead.
Yoongi’s dead.
-
Namjoon’s fingers traced over the slippery magazine print. An image of you, lips locked with his adorning the front cover. A moment of utter passion. There wasn’t anything to think about, it seemed like the most natural thing to do.
A scowl tugged at his lips as the sharp echo of footsteps cut through his thoughts. Hobi stood, towering over him in dark suit. His hair, slicked back, eyes tired, annoyed and glossed with a facade of confidence and tobacco.
He snatched the magazine from Namjoon, flipping it open before he chuckled lightly, scanning the pages.
“Kim Namjoon, a rising talent personally mentored by the esteemed Min Yoongi. His leaked song was a mega-hit, and evidently so as in a matter of minutes it seemed he even swept fellow label-mate and sensational superstar Park Jimin’s girlfriend off her feet. A self-proclaimed super fan of Park himself.”
Hobi glanced at Namjoon briefly before continuing, “Park’s absence and cancellations of tour dates has his fans worried and confused. However, their fears were put to rest when Min sent out a press statement announcing a big debut performance”
Namjoon’s eyes perked up, causing Hobi to smile “I told you didn’t I? I told you I’d make it happen” Excitedly, he grabbed the magazine from Yoongi so he could see for himself. His eyes narrowed at the following sentence
“...where Kim Namjoon will be opening for the much anticipated comeback of Park Jimin” Namjoon growled, throwing the the booklet aside. “I’m opening for him? Are you serious Hobi?”
“It’s genius Namjoon. Press is going to be all over it because of this love triangle bit. Tickets will sell out in mere seconds”
In a swift move, Namjoon wrapped his fingers around Hobi’s neck, clenching hard as he quivered with rage. He hadn’t worked this hard, put up with all of this bullshit just to open for fucking Park Jimin. It was bad enough that he hadn’t heard from you in almost a week, certain that you were caught in a lovers den with the scoundrel himself.
He was holding out. Waiting patiently for you to remember all the reasons you couldn’t stand Jimin. Waiting for you to realize that it was him you truly needed, the only one who really knew you, who really loves you.
The jealousy was overwhelming. Namjoon had practically lived at the gym since he watched Jimin carry you out of the office that day. Fists meeting dust as he relentlessly pummeled punching bags. Sweat would pour down his face, but do nothing to wash away the ache in his heart. The slow, painful twists in his gut.
He’d blink back tears, fist gripping his cock so hard, trying to derive pleasure from thoughts of you but he barely could, because after the images of you serene figure would cross his mind, so too would the thought of Jimin’s hands all over them. He’d puke. Again, and again.
“J-Joon!!!” Hobi screeched, digging his nails into his wrists as he tried to pry his hands off, but Namjoon was gone. Possessed by his own rage, he didn’t notice how hard he was choking the songwriter.
“Fuck” Namjoon’s mouth hung agape. Instantly he let go, watching as Hobi buckled over in a fit of coughs, gasping for air. “Sorry Hobi I...” Hobi held his hand up. He didn’t want to hear it.
Sighing, he leaned back, mind wandering to you. He wondered if you missed him at all. Was he delusional to think that you even loved him for a second? He must be. You had Park Jimin. Everything was always about Park Jimin. Namjoon chuckled inwardly, realizing how similar his thoughts mimicked Yoongi.
Maybe it was a good thing. You loved Yoongi after all.
-
The next morning, your eyes fluttered open at the sound of wind, fluttering through the blinds. Stretching your arms out, your fingers traced against Jimin’s toned waist. He was fast asleep. The previous night, the two of you had fucked for hours. Blinking, you rubbed your eyes, searching lazily for your phone.
It was nowhere to be found.
Pursing your lips you slowly slid out of bed, reluctant to leave the silk sheets but tempted by your hunger.
“Babe?” You shook him slightly. Jimin’s eyes softened upon seeing you. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came. Instead you noticed tears in his eyes. “Morning”
“Mmm, come here...fuck,” He buried his nose into your hair, taking a moment to appreciate your warmth before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you back in bed. “I love you”
You pressed your lips against his, sighing into his mouth. He deepened the kiss, leg sliding between yours as he pressed you against the mattress. His hands trailed up your sides, finding your arms and pulling them above your head.
“What?” Jimin’s voice was breathless, smile conniving. He smirked, looking from your lips back to your eyes. You knew he was well aware of his effect on you, and you hated how much his ego would inflate as result.
“I gotta go to work babe” You mumbled, prompting Jimin to leave you one last lingering kiss.
“Why?” He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. His breath was hot against you. “Why work when you can just stay here with me? Let me give you everything” He cupped your face, staring deeply into your eyes.
You shrugged him off, impatient suddenly. What day of the week even was it? Had Yoongi returned? “I really gotta go Jimin, I’ll be back tonight” His grip tightened around your wrist. “Jimin”
Reluctantly, he let you go. “Just...be careful okay. Promise me you’ll come home right after” His lip quivered slightly. You stroked the hair from his forehead and gave him a soft kiss.
“I promise babe”
Walking towards Jimin’s convertible, you let the keyring roll around your pinky. The car door opened, sliding upwards and revealing the fine leather seats. You could get used to this.
Settling yourself inside, you start the energy. The growl of the car giving you some semblance of energy. Until suddenly theres a hand on your mouth. You scream out, voice muffled into what seems to be a cloth.
Everything goes dark.
-
Weak. Your fingers trembled with a sense of lifelessness. A bittersweet pulse in your chest. Stacks of cash, ravished onto piles on the floor. The alluring scent of greed, overwhelming as you allowed yourself to sink into the paper. The prominent clanking of the shackles that held you— tied up in who knows where. Furrowing your brow, you tried to remember how you got here.
You felt a sharp wince leave your lips. A crisp dollar against your jaw.
“Symbolic” He grinned, holding the bill up to the bright, white light. A single drop of your blood, weaving through its fibers. Allowing the bill to dance back down, his attention returned to you. “Isn’t it?”
His tongue leaned to gently caress the cut. The chains pinching into your wrists as you withered, bills scattering every which way.
“Where am I? What is this place? W-who’s money is all this?” It was the soft, trembling in your voice. The sweet sighs as his lips latched onto your neck. Your taste, so perfect. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes. Kissing you softly, but allowing his teeth to sink into the flesh, he made his way up to your lips. Locking your gaze, a gaze that was paralyzed with fear. Of what, he was unsure. Perhaps, your fear was of him. That you liked what he was doing. That you craved it just like he did.
“It’s Yoongi’s.” You looked at him with hatred, passion flaring in your eyes. “I found his little disc. Death Valley is all mine now”
Your breath hitched—a cool sensation drawing up your thigh, sliding under the skirt that barely held your modesty. He chuckled softly, wrist twirling the knife with a dizzying ease. He was so certain of his every move. His confidence that you would give yourself to him completely, his power. It had you wanting to get on your knees. Wanting him to take you away from everything.
“What did you do?” Thrashing against the chains that held you, you screamed “Dammit, let me go”
Stilling, he gave you an amused look. “Goodness Y/n…just so eager, aren’t you?” Much to your surprise he reached up, snapping open the cuffs against your wrists. Instantly you pushed him back.
He let you. Anything you did, you knew you could only do it because he was allowing it.
“What’s the rush? We finally have all…” His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your sharply into his chest “the time…” the knife pressed up against your jaw, he slammed you against the wall “in the world. And I intend to make the most of it”
A faintness took hold of your mind. You melted into his embrace, your only hold on reality being the blade that now cut into your collar bone. Carving out something—the curve of the cut causing you to yelp out in pain. It was the slightest, most subtle cut he could make. Yet the blood ran thick, and the pain— immeasurable.
“Jin” You gasped loudly, turning your head away at the sound of him slicing through the front of your shirt in one swift motion. Heart pounding heavily, you met his eyes again. They were alight with something sinister. Something lustful. Something greedy. “Jin stop”
Licking his lips, he eyed the suave material that stood between him and your body he craved to ravish. Jutting the blade, he pulled the cut down your breast, stopping just before the hem of your bra. Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them back. You were not about to cry. That would be giving him exactly what he wanted.
But it was too late. He had seen the way you’re gaze glossed over. His tongue traced the wound, softly licking away at the crimson pain. “Does it hurt baby? Let it. I want it to hurt. I know you do too” His nails dug into your hips, pulling them flush against his own so you could feel his desire where you craved him most.
He was right. The tragic part was that he was absolutely right. His twisted lust and obsessive desire always had you begging for more. It was hard to resist him. Almost impossible, given everything you were feeling. The immense loss. The sorrow that created a deep emptiness inside of you. Your heart was cold, eager for the warmth of Jin’s sick, addictive love.
You cupped his face, roughly dragging him to face you. Your eyes fluttered from his lips back to him, just for a moment you pondered whether you should kick him in the balls and run for it. It was the smirk, the teasing tug of his lips that gave you away, and you smashed your lips onto his.
And then it was bare. Your bodies tangled up, pushing and pulling at one another violently. Angling his hips, he sank into you. Spread wide and beckoning him. Tempting him with your warmth. He filled you up, your cries muffled into his shoulders. Your desperate whines wavering as he thrust, thighs slapping against yours with a resounding echo.
He loosened his hold on you. Before you could slide away, he grabbed your neck, harshly yanking you back towards him. His large, calloused hands wrapping around you, stealing your breath. He kicked at your knees, making you buckle over with a soft thud onto the pile of cash beneath you.
You felt his hand hit you hard across your cheek. Shame burned at the site of impact, catalyzed by his menacing laugh. Blood rushed to your face as he spit on you. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stood tall. Watching as you clumsily maneuvered until you were on your knees before him. Mouth open wide, tongue out, waiting obediently.
“Aw fuck baby, look at you” He smacked his cock against your cheek. “Keep denying it all you want Y/n. Deep down, you know all you’re good for is slobbering on my cock” Resting his palm on top of your head, he shoved you forward, filling your mouth until you couldn’t even breathe. You choked out violently, but he could care less, short, harsh thrusts as he impaled your throat over and over. Your protesting groans, music to his ears.
Grabbing a fistful of hair he pulled you off, saliva dribbling pathetically from your mouth. You mumbled as he wiped it from your face with the bend of his knee, before using it to kick you onto your back.
“Let me see that pretty ass baby doll”
Your knees wobbled, pussy slick with anticipation. The skin of your ass was so inviting, it only made sense that he give it a harsh smack. Then another, as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back. He nipped at your neck, growling into your ear as you felt another sting of pain shock through you. His fingers traveling up your scalp where he pulled harshly, tugging your head back so he could look into your eyes.
He took the opportunity to slide his thick cock deep within you. Your pussy drank him in, grip visceral. He groaned at the pressure, harshly digging into your shoulders as he rapidly began to pump himself in and out of you. Each time his hips slammed against you, you cursed out, helplessly crumpling bills in your fists.
“Fuck” You cried, your entire body moved in rhythm with his. He pulled you up, grabbing your breasts to hold you against him. “Ohhh fuck, more” Scoffing, his hand slid down to vigorously rub at your clit. Your palm found his cheek, pressing his face against yours. Moaning, you let his tongue catch yours in a zealous kiss.
“SHIT JIN—” You screamed as he slammed you down, choking your neck harshly as he entered you again. Without another word he dug into your hips, pulling you back and forth on his twitching length.
“That’s it baby…you love that don’t you? Fucking dirty little—god your pussy is so fucking tight” Jin cursed, clenching his jaw as his eyes rolled back. The pleasure overwhelming him. He growled loudly, collapsing forward as his hips began to piston violently fast, flat into you. He chased his high relentlessly. He needed it. He needed you to give him everything. It felt too good. Felt too amazing. He was almost there, he could feel it, he just needed you to let go and give him everything so that he—
“I’m cumming” You screamed, sobbing into the dollars. Your cunt tightened, leaking all over his length as he too finally spilled into you with a string of curses. “Fuck I’m cumming Jin—Jin—JIN” You chanted his name like it was the only word you knew. He revealed in the sound of your voice, pulling your face towards his so he could kiss you hard.
He grinned, letting his cock soften inside of you, but still refusing to let up. “You belong to me don’t you baby? You’d do anything for me now right?”
You avoided his eyes, blinking rapidly as your high faded. Dark clouds of reality returning on your horizon.
"Get the fuck off of her you sick bastard”
Jin began to laugh heartily, rolling away from you. “Well hello there Taehyung”
You got up with a start, eyes locking with his. There wasn’t a trace of remorse on his face. You tried to read him, trying gain some understanding of the situation but he gave you nothing. His fists were clenched. You could see a darkness in his eyes. A sadness.
“Fuck you” Taehyung’s words went unheard. The ringing in your ears overtaking you as you watched him pull out a lighter. He cocked his head aside, narrowing his eyes at the flame. For a moment, refocusing them on you.
And then he winked.
Dropping the lighter, you screamed as flames danced all over the dollars. The crinkling burning through your hears as smoke began to suffocate you. You looked to Taehyung in shock.
“Taehyung?” You cried out, scrambling through the sea of money as fast as you could. You slipped, falling back as Jin reached for your ankles. Taehyung simply stood and watched, arms folded across his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing Taehyung?” You reached for him, flames nearing you.
“I got what I needed. Perks of having a detective on your side I guess” He held up a gun, your gun. The gun Yoongi had trusted you with. He slid out the magazine, revealing a small disc inside where no bullets were seen. “Jin had a feeling Yoongi would have given it to you. He really did trust you Y/n.” Chuckling, he tossed the gun into the flames, keeping the disc. “You served your purpose.”
“You’re not serious Taehyung, we’re going to die in here!” Jin snarled, pulling you away from the encroaching fire. Taehyung simply giggled. His giggles turned to laughs as he made his way to the door. Lightheadedness swept over you like a fever as you heard the resounding click of the lock. You lunged for the door, banging against it with all of your strength.
Behind you, Jin began coughing - the smoke burning through his lungs.
“TAEHYUNG” You screamed. You clenched your eyes shut as Jin began to hiss with pain, the burn beginning to near him. “Somebody please help”
Jin fell to the floor, screaming as the flames began to swallow him whole. You dared not look, instead you tugged and tugged at the door handle, hoping to pry it open. You could barely see a thing, only a dark grey wisp suffocating your vision. The heat was unbearable.
“Please. Please” You gaped as the door handle flew clean off with your final tug. Now there was no way out. “FUCK” You kicked at the wall, not minding the sting on your foot against the anticipation of the painful death you were about to face.
You were ready to give in. Leaning back against the door, you allowed yourself to sink into a dream.
Yoongi.
He rushed to the door, kicking it open. His eyes landed on Jin briefly, but he could care less about him. It was you he had come for.
“Fuck” He picked you up, batting away the flames that dared to try to steal you from his grasp. Rushing out of the room, he carried you, laid you down to tend to your wounds. Doctors came from every which way. But he stayed by your side, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles as he prayed under his breath.
“Princess...” He sighed. “I’m so sorry my love. You can never know how sorry I am. I should have protected you”
“My love”
-
Jimin was seething. You hadn’t come home. You had promised him you would come straight back, and you didn’t. Tapping his foot impatiently, he rose, swiping everything off of the kitchen counter as he screamed in frustration. Were you in danger? Or did you escape on purpose?
No. Jimin inhaled sharply. There was no need for you to run away. You love him. You must be in danger.
Jimin didn’t know where to start. He couldn’t get a hold of you. You weren’t at work. You weren’t at your apartment, so where the hell were you?
A rapid knocking came at his door. In an instant, he pulled the door open revealing a distraught Jungkook.
“Did you find her?” Jimin snapped, slamming the door behind him. Jungkook scoffed, slamming Jimin into the wall before leaving a harsh punch into his gut. Jimin choked out. “What the hell Jeon?”
“I have been fucking trying to get a hold of Y/n for days. Why the” He kneed Jimin in the groin, causing him to yelp, “FUCK wasn’t she answering me? Huh? And now you’ve lost her?”
“Dammit” Jimin snapped, “That doesn’t matter. Do you know where she is?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, “You think I would bother coming here if I did? The second I find her I’m taking her as far the hell away from you as she will let me"
“Do that and I’ll tell her that you plan on killing Namjoon for money”
Jungkook shot him an unamused look. “Whose money huh? Yoongi is dead”
-
The drip from a faucet snapped you out of the cage of your own thoughts. On your head was a damp towel, heavy, like your heart.
Where was Yoongi? Had he really saved you? It was the question at the forefront of your mind. Looking around, you realized you were back in the studio. At work. How did you get here? Why did Yoongi bring you here of all places?
“Y/n”
Goosebumps crawled over your skin at the sound of a voice.
“How are you feeling?” Coming by your side, he stroked your forehead gently, checking for illness before sighing in relief. You leaned into his arms, burying your face in his neck. Holding onto him for dear life. He pressed his lips on top of your head.
“Joon” You sighed. He took your hand into his own, pressing your fingers against his lips one by one.
“Where have you been? I tried calling...you never answered” He held your face, thumb caressing your cheek fondly.
“Sorry I...I think I lost my phone or something.” You rubbed your eyes, “I barely remember anything. I don’t even know what was real anymore. I think Taehyung tried to kill me. I think Taehyung killed Jin. Which...there’s no way. It must have been a nightmare. Taehyung wouldn’t ever kill...” You blinked up at Namjoon eagerly “D-did Yoongi bring me? Is he here?”
Namjoon raised eyebrows, scanning you up and down, pausing. “Do you even know what all has happened while you were off fucking your boyfriend for the past week?” There was a clear irritation in his voice. You looked at him questioningly.
His jaw clenched, swallowing thickly, “Yoongi died.”
You blinked.
“What” Was all you could manage to say.
Namjoon watched your face carefully. All the questions, the thoughts, the feelings—everything vanished. You looked at him blankly, heart aching with the realization that Yoongi was gone. Really gone. Gone forever.
You were unsure how you felt. Were you sad? Angry? Relieved?
You covered your mouth with your palms. You couldn’t fathom why you needed to cry but you did—“No. No.”
Namjoon pulled you into his arms, nuzzling your neck, kissing you all over your shoulders as you began to panic.
Yoongi. Yoongi is dead. Your fingers felt clammy, body limp with numbness but searing with hurt.
No longer could you even entertain the fantasy of being his. No longer could you deny that whatever you felt for him had been as real as this moment. Despite everything. You had wanted him and him only. In that moment it didn’t matter who he was, what he had done, who he had hurt and how he had manipulated you. All you wanted was to feel him close. All you wanted was to look into his loving eyes. Let him adore you the way you knew without question that he did.
“I need him” You mumbled quietly, glancing up at Namjoon with glossy eyes. “He can’t be dead, I need him. I need him to be alive Joon...I—“
Your breath hitched. Every inch of you wanted so badly to wake up from this nightmare. To go back to the fleeting moment where you could utterly belong to the man you loved. The man you really loved. Before learning the truth, the truth that had you trapped in a web of lies. “I love him, oh God he—“
Namjoon shushed you, wiping your tears with the edge of his thumb. Pressing his forehead against yours his eyes narrowed on your quivering lips.
“I’m so sorry” His whisper missed your ears, instead you buried your face into his chest, allowing his strong arms to take you whole. Soothingly, he caressed you, hoping to provide whatever little ease he could to your mourning. “I’m so so sorry Y/n”
“I wanna know who did this” Your voice was hoarse. “I wanna fucking know who killed him and I swear to god I—”
“I...I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you” Namjoon stated blandly.
“W-what do you mean?”
“Think about it. You don’t remember anything from the past week, you don’t know where your phone is, you were on drugs, all over the media, all because of Jimin...and now Yoongi is dead. Who do you think killed him Y/n?”
You froze.
Blood drained from your face. His words didn’t register until your mind was too dizzy to even understand where you were. Your mouth felt dry. You need air, to breath, anything. You needed to run. Everything was out of control. It was too much to bear.
“Jimin” You let the name sit on your tongue. “Jimin killed Yoongi.
Namjoon pulled you into his lap, allowing you to rest against his muscular chest. Tears streamed down your eyes. You were paralyzed. Confused beyond reason on how to feel. Nothing made sense.
You burst out into cries. He rocked you back and forth, whispering soft words of comfort. You were submerged in despair—you couldn’t breathe. It felt like everything was slipping out of your fingers right before your eyes. Much like Namjoon’s hands, lowering from your waist, to your hips. Drawing you closer.
Why did it hurt so fucking bad?
You look at him, incredibly close. You can see the plead in his eyes, the way he begs you through his actions. Sweet Namjoon, you thought. He had always been by your side. Always protected you and never once lied. You were well aware that Namjoon wanted you, bad. How much longer could you deny him? How much longer could you deny yourself?
“Taehyung...betrayed me” Your voice was small, eyes wavering, “Jimin...is a murderer. H-he...” Your breathing quickened. Mind going numb. Shutting down completely.
“You’re okay” Namjoon assured you, “I found you. And I already texted Jungkook letting him know you’re with me. You’re okay. Jimin won’t touch you again, I’ll make sure of it. Taehyung got what he wanted, he probably won’t bother you anymore either”
You didn’t know when his lips finally found yours, but what you did know was that you felt the heavy weight lifted from your shoulders as he did. Tongue sliding past your lips, he let you sink into his affection. Heat filled him, god how he had craved your lips again. Allowing you to push him onto his back as you climbed up his frame.
“Namjoon” You moaned, coming up for air. Licking your lips, you eagerly began tugging his shirt off, instantly diving to slide your tongue across his chest. Namjoon bucked his hips, sensations driving him crazy.
“No...kiss me. Kiss me” He pleaded, reaching for you again. He pulled you back, swallowing your mouth into his desperately. “Don’t ever stop kissing me” His voice was lost between the deep sighs and smacks of your lips, as his palms fondled your breasts softly. The slow, sensual roll of your hips giving him the exact friction he needed as he whined into your mouth.
“So good to me. You’re so fucking good to me Joon” You moved to his neck, loving him sweetly. Tasting the sweetness of his skin as his bulge rubbed between your dampening folds. He loved your praise, hanging onto every single word. His hands crawling up your back, holding you close as you slid back and forth against his clothed cock.
“Mmmm-more” He squealed, holding your hips down so he could thrust upwards, nudging himself into your heat. The cloth between you was frustrating, but he enjoyed the desperation of it all. He needed you now. He didn’t have time.
Clumsily, he grabbed for the belt of his jeans, shoved it down as fast as he could so that his throbbing length was finally free. You smirked, taking hold of his cock and tracing it along your clothed folds. The hot tip, nudging into you, pushing aside your panties so you could slowly fit it in. Sinking down. Steady. Watching the way his brows furrowed, drool hanging on the edge of his lips as he cried out in pleasure.
Your cunt, hot and wet around his cock, was the best feeling he could ask for. Namjoon was too mesmerized by the slight jiggle of your breasts as you moved up and down, squeezing his length. Cooing at him, you took his hands into yours, sliding them under your top and onto your bare breasts.
“S-shit” He cursed, grabbing at the flesh frantically, like you had given him the ultimate gift. The honor of touching your gorgeous body. His eyes remained on yours, half lidded as you leaned into his grip, hips thrusting, sloshing over him. Your pussy clenched down, making him groan your name.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him up, shoving his face into your chest. Your own hand grabbing your breast, giving it a tight squeeze before leading it to his mouth, feeding him your desire. His mouth welcomed your pert nipple, gnawing and slurping away.
His actions were rushed, as you pushed his head between your breasts, his lips slobbering all over you. Tongue flicking, loving the way he made you feel. Stroking his hair, you began to bounce on him harder, landing with a forceful thrust each time, pushing your bodies closer and closer together until you were practically one.
“Y-y/n” He stuttered, eyes bulging as you began to draw small circles with your hips, slowing down to edge him on. You could feel him nearing the edge, cock twitching deep within you. You wanted nothing more than to see your baby boy fill you with him sweet cum.
“Give it to me baby...come on” Namjoon gritted his teeth. Suddenly he pushed you onto your back, lifting your legs over his shoulders before driving his rock hard cock into you. You screamed, a new fierceness in his actions making you melt.
“Fuck I need you so bad” He whined, fucking into you like a rabid animal. His fingers roughly pinched your nipples, making you squirm. “Come with me. Fuck I wanna hear you scream my name”
“Joon” You sighed, legs flailing as Namjoon pulled them apart, diving for your lips as you both came, grunting at the top of his lungs.
Cum dripped down your thighs as you sighed with relief.
“I love you so much Y/n” He whispered softly, cradling your frame in his arms. “You know what don’t you?”
You nodded, exhausted suddenly. But Namjoon didn’t notice. He pulled you in for another kiss, smiling as he gazed into your eyes.
-
Jungkook had driven Jimin to the label, where Hobi had called for an urgent meeting. In the car Jimin fumed. The two of them still had no luck finding you or anyone who knew of your whereabouts.
Stepping out, Jimin cracked his neck, stretching before he let out a deep, disturbed sigh. Looking at the entrance, there appeared to be a mirage of cameras.
What’s the fuss about? Jimin walked ahead, breaking through the crowd. What he saw rendered him speechless. Namjoon had you in his arms, twirling you around before getting down on one knees. Fans began to scream, before violently shushing one another down. Cameras flashed, and gasps filled the space.
“Y/n...” Namjoon peered up at you lovingly, “I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are the reason I wake up, the only way I fall asleep. You are my entire world and I fucking adore you. Would you...make me the luckiest man alive, and do me the honor of being my partner...my wife?” He gulped, blushing brightly, “W-will you marry me?”
Jimin could feel his own nails digging into his palms. What the fuck was going on? He thought to himself. He was just about ready to break the scene and beat Namjoon senseless when he saw the slight nod of your head. His heart sank.
“Yes. Of course”
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a/n: hi omg im SORRY that took 99 years to post (for what lol it was literally bad but anyways) i hope you liked!!! we’re almost done yall. im very very ready to be done HAHAHA. idk how to write anymore its fine. anyways WHO KILLED YOONGI? Did sir taehyung try to kill our girl??? whats that really about hmmMMM? team namjoon how are we? last jin smut...rip!
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wicked obsession — pjm
You don't like Jimin; you two are nothing alike. He's the campus' infamous fuck boy while you're studious, never stepping foot into parties. It's certainly not a good thing when he grows an obsession over you.
★ pairing: fuck boy!jimin x sub/fem!reader
☆ genre: university au, friends with benefits, smut
★ word count: 8.2k
☆ warnings: dub-con, non-con to a certain extent, take of pictures and videos without consent, threats toward the reader, hard dom jimin <3 (he's pretty soft in this one but still), he's evil and hot, reader's kind of a pervert too if we think about it long enough, pillow humping (f), masturbation (m), unprotected sex, no penetration because it's not a necessity 😌👍🏻, praising & brief degradation, dry humping, grinding, facial, cum eating, cunnilingus & fingering, squirting, jimin's a munch.
a.n.: this is a gift for myself since i crave jimin really, really badly. again, be mature and read the warnings! it's your job to avoid the content you don't like, not mine! 😉
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He's looking at you like a predator, narrowing his eyes and passing his index finger over his plump bottom lip. The only thing you can do is pretend to not see him staring intently at you and work harder on your assignment. If only you could do those things without anxiously glaring up at him and immediately breaking eye contact when he's already looking at you.
He doesn't even engage in the conversation with your group of friends and for some reason nobody has noticed how Jimin is ogling at you.
Why is he suddenly interested in you? Why!?
He knows how much you disapprove of his lifestyle. He doesn't care about his studies, he submits assignments days after the due date because why should he bother about the date when he'll get an A anyway. He puts no effort while you spend days on your homework and it angers you a lot.
Jimin is infamously known for his never ending libido, fucking everything that has two legs, two arms and a pussy. Infamously known to be a fuck boy simply because he breaks every women's heart without a care in the world. He may flash a smile while telling them they were a good hook up and that's it.
And that's why you're in big trouble because Park Jimin can't be obsessed with you.
As you finish typing your sentence on your keyboard, pressing on enter to change paragraphs, you look up. Mainly because you want to distract yourself a little bit from your work, but also because you can still feel his eyes boring into your skull.
Then, you see his black orbs looking straight in front of him where you're sitting while he's leaning against the chair's back, spreading his legs apart. You're surprisingly brave enough to hold eye contact this time, shivers running down your spine when he darts his tongue out to wet his lips.
What did you do for him to stare at you like you're a piece of meat?
It's like he's trying to send you a message, one that would offend you, make you raise your eyebrows in total astonishment and probably stop your heart from beating. Even though you can't decipher his message, you can understand it. Something nasty, so filthy that the devil himself wouldn't approve of.
He tilts his head downward and looks at you through hooded eyes. You have to swallow to not choke on your spit as his gaze destabilizes you so much you can't even process what's happening around you.
Jimin seems to like that, enjoying how weak you are, how you crumble apart just from holding eye contact with him. He smirks, following each one of your movements with his devious eyes.
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on your computer's screen, but you can't. He's distracting you and it really annoys you. Why can't he mind his own business?
"Class at ten, gonna go to my locker," one of your friends announces, Taehyung, while getting up from his seat.
Priya, also one of your friends, copies Taehyung's actions, standing up on her feet as well. "Oh, yes! I forgot my lip balm in my locker, I'm coming with you," she smiles at him, putting the straps of her tote bag over her right shoulder.
It's how the table you were hanging at slowly empties, and you let out the breath you were holding when Jimin decides to follow Seokjin and Jungkook to the cafeteria to buy some snacks before class. You're left alone at your request, telling Priya and the other girls that you're going to work extra minutes on your essay before joining them.
You wrote four pages already, only ten more and you'll be done. It's a lot and you're totally discouraged, but that's how university is. You quickly check the time on your phone and start packing your things in your backpack to attend your afternoon class that you share with some of your friends.
You take a seat in the middle beside Priya and you don't miss the glance Jimin sends you when he passes by, going to the back of the class with Jungkook. You're relieved he doesn't sit with you, even though it would have been unusual of him, but his sudden interest in you is unusual so you don't know what to expect anymore.
The professor explains the next project, which is a work that you'll have to do in a team of two people. The instructions are pretty simple, something you can do in less than two weeks. You expect to team up with Priya, after all you're the only girls of your group in this class and you two are close friends.
When the teacher is done with the instructions, he lets everyone form their teams. You do the work with Priya, but that is until Jimin makes his appearance.
"Hey, Pri'. You don't mind working with Kookie, right?" He asks your friend and she looks at him curiously, her eyebrows raising up on her face. You, on the other hand, are very confused, opening your mouth to protest until Priya responds with a joyful smile.
"Oh! No, not at all! You two are doing it together? How nice," she giggles, turning her head to look at you. She takes her books in her arms and walks to Jungkook without thinking twice about it.
Jimin steps aside to let her go, watching her sitting beside Jungkook with an undying smile plastered on her face. Your heart starts beating extremely fast as he takes place next to you, acting as if he just didn't decide to work with you without your consent.
"What are you doing! I never said I'd team up with you!" You whisper-shout at him, not wanting anyone to hear you complaining.
He checks the papers the teacher gave you earlier about the project's instructions with the evaluation grid, still pretending the situation is completely normal. "Well, I wanted to and you'll work better with me than with Priya, don't you think?" He turns his head in your direction and his expression is serious. He's genuinely asking you this question.
You shrug, frowning even more. "This wasn't for you to decide," you clench your fists on the table, so frustrated that Jimin thinks it's okay to make decisions for you. You're not even close friends, it doesn't make sense. "I prefer working alone if it's like that," you say, rising up from your seat, but the murderous glare he sends you petrifies you on the spot.
"Sit down," he commands severely and you do as he says, fearing him. He eyes you for a few seconds, making sure you won't try to leave him again. When you stay silent, he reports his attention on the project.
You don't say anything else, listening to Jimin's words distractedly, still baffled by what just happened. Students exit the class, others stay, and he offers to go work at the library.
There, you engage in the project with Jimin. You're pleasantly surprised to see that he's really focusing, sharing his ideas and opinions. You suppose he's only hardworking because the result doesn't solely rely on him. You know he's smart, but he prefers to spend his energy on partying instead of on his studies.
An hour passes and you're now working on your own, asking each other's opinion on things you wrote. You eventually forget how he typically forced you to work with him, but you still have this reluctance toward him, this feeling of repugnance.
Jimin isn't disgusting by any means, he's super hot and he knows he is. You might even be attracted to him, no need to deny it when he's so sexy he makes every girl's pussy mewl. But you know better than to act on your sexual desires, especially when they concern a guy as perverted as Jimin.
"Mmh," he seems to be thinking, but you feel like he already knows what he's going to say. "I forgot something at my dorm," he adds, not levelling his gaze from his sheet of paper.
You look at him, confused on why he doesn't explain further, as if it isn't important. "What is it?" You question him and that's when he raises his head, his gaze meeting yours.
His expression is painfully serious, and by now, you can easily recognize that it's a façade. You don't know what he's hiding, but you're sure of one thing; behind those beautiful almond shaped eyes, kindness doesn't reside there.
His eyes pierce through you, watching - observing your person. Jimin does this often, not answering until you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. You have no clue on what he's trying to do, maybe see how vulnerable you are, how quickly you can break under the mischievous glint of his eyes.
"My charger."
You wouldn't know if Jimin is a liar because everything he says seems believable, the confidence he radiates just tells everyone how trustworthy this man is. But you look over the table where his phone lays down and the screen lights up as he just received a text. His battery is half full.
He takes his iPhone back into his hand, shoving it in his jeans' front pocket as he stands up from his chair. He tidies his stuff back into his pencil case then into his JanSport backpack, but he stops to look at you when you don't do the same thing. "Aren't you coming with me?" Again, his question is asked with a serious tone, as if following him to his dorm is the normal thing to do.
"I thought we'll just leave it there for today," you confess in a small voice, looking up at him from your seat. Your grip on your pencil tightens when his gaze flicks between your face and your breasts. You despise how he doesn't even hide it.
"No," he breathes out calmly, tilting his head to the side. "We'll continue it at my place, we can't stop now, we're doing so well," he smiles and like the unbothered person that he is, he pulls on your pen. It slips out of your hold and Jimin drops it off in your pencil case. "I really want to do this right this time."
And like that, the conversation is closed. You have no choice but to follow him somewhere you've never been before, somewhere you know he won't hold himself back.
Jimin is guiding you with his soft voice, his hand placed on the small of your back, brushing his fingers adorned with rings across your naked body. You are sobbing out, feeling dirty, but the tingle between your legs is so good.
His lips are close to your ear, the corners of his mouth lifted to form a devilish smile. "Look at you, sweet thing... enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear, doing slow circular motions with his hand on your back to soothe you.
You are humping his white pillow, rubbing your pussy frantically against the soft cotton material. Jimin is watching you closely, his smirk never leaving his plush lips. If someone is enjoying it the most, it's him. He likes seeing you losing your dignity bit by bit, and that, only because he asked you to.
The hair on the nape of your neck is wet and you have to tuck his pillow upwards regularly, this one falling down from your weak grip. Jimin doesn't bother to give you a hand, liking the way you are struggling to rut your hips against the soiled pillow, so eager to finally have your release.
For him, it's okay. Making you submit, ripping the last bit of confidence you had in you, forcing you to do things you find wrong. 'It's natural, after all', he said. 'Your body needs it, you can't keep denying your sexual desires for the rest of your life'. He is right about one point; your body needs it, but not you. It's where he fails to understand.
"See, I knew you would like it... I knew you'd like to rub that little pussy on a pillow," he purrs into your ear, smiling even more when a whine confirms his words. "Don't forget to look at the camera, sweetie," he pats your hair and you raise your head, frowning when you see yourself on his phone's screen.
It's placed on his desk chair in front of his bed, levelled on his chemistry books. When you think about it, the chair was already there, facing the bed, as you entered his room earlier. He had set up everything in advance and the thought itself makes you shudder so deeply that your members shake beside you.
"Jimin-!" You gasp out, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening. You grind your hips harder and faster on the pillow, the same he's sleeping on each night, and feel yourself trembling in anticipation of your orgasm.
At the small call of his name, his face softens, his lips in an exaggerated pout. He takes pity on you, nothing more, just pity because you're so pathetic and weak trying to make yourself cum by humping his pillow.
"I know, baby," he coos, caressing your back, the cool silver of his rings brushing against your burning skin. His other hand gropes your breasts, strong veins pulsing out along his arm. He fumbles the flesh of your boobs, teasing your perky nipples with his palm. "Just let it go..."
You rub your clit against Jimin's pillow, twisting the fabric between your fingers, moving your hips frantically until your orgasm hits you. Jimin looks at you in awe, he has a wicked curiosity to watch you shake in pleasure - a pleasure you didn't ask for. He loves the tears that run down your chubby cheeks, loves that despite everything, you still like this.
You whine as you drive off your high, soiling the pillow with your juices and cum. Jimin lets out a groan, pulling the cushion away from your drenched cunt. "You did such a good job, baby," he praises you and passes an arm around your waist, bringing you against him. "What a sweet girl, so obedient, and just for me."
His free hand grips the back of your thigh and pulls it over his hip, making you fall underneath him on the mattress. You moan softly, feeling your pussy quivering, asking more than just a clitoral orgasm.
Jimin settles between your legs, pampering your neck in sloppy kisses, discovering your body with his pillowy and plump pink lips. He hesitates to mark you, to leave love bites all over your skin, but he refrains himself from it. Not yet.
Your hair is spread all over his bed, your beautiful tits displayed for him. He places a hand above your shoulder on the mattress to support his weight, the other holding your thigh that is locked behind his back. He lowers his head toward your breasts and positions himself better, bending his elbow beside your arm instead of leaving his hand next to your head.
His hot breath hits your nipples, making them even harder. He wraps his plushy lips around one, suckling on it avidly, leaving you panting heavily. Your face is hot, the entire room feels hot, and you think you might melt down under Jimin.
He licks your supple flesh, feeling the lines of your stretch marks under his pink muscle. He plays with the other that is left out by his mouth, pinching and pulling on your little bud. Quickly, your boobs are glistening in his spit, a beautiful sight he wants to reproduce every time he's with you.
"Jiminie..." You moan his name, arching your back as he bites gently on your nipple, flattening his tongue over it after as if to apologize for the pain. You're like a little doll for Jimin to play with, to love and care for.
He's acting awfully sweet as he rips the pureness out of you, sucking fervently on your nipples that you feel your stomach clench. It's a mix of discomfort and pleasure, making you feel weird, but also giving your core tingles you've never experienced before.
His crotch presses against your wet pussy and he slowly grinds his hips, making you aware of his hard cock trapped in his jeans. He detaches his lips from around your nipple and your breast bounces down to the side after. Jimin finds his spot in the crook of your neck again, still grinding his hips against yours.
He lets out a guttural moan from his throat and your pussy clenches around nothing but air. You have to admit that you don't really know what's happening, too drunk on the hormones both of your bodies are releasing. The rutting of Jimin's hips is pleasuring you, stimulating your clit perfectly, but that's not what you wanted, is it?
"Mmh, fuck," he curses, nuzzling your neck and giving you little kisses that want to be reassuring. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck you so bad you have no idea," he presses his bulge harder on you, wanting to feel more friction, but his clothes are restraining him too much.
He looks you in the eye, catching every little moan that escapes your lips, accompanying his grunts and the noise of his bed creaking. He breathes onto your face as he painfully grinds his hips against yours. Maybe you would like him to penetrate you and fuck you until you can't feel any of your limbs, or until he ejaculates deep into you, stuffing you full of his seeds.
Maybe you would like it, maybe you would consider it.
He breaks eye contact as he sits back on his knees, glancing at your messy cunt, quivering helplessly. He grips the back of his white t-shirt with his two hands, pulling on the collar to pass it over his head. He throws it away on the floor where your clothes are as well, revealing to you his beautiful chest.
He has a tattoo on his rib cage, the word nevermind spelled in uppercase inked on his pale skin. His abs are well defined and his nipples are in a shade of dark pink. You can see the muscles of his biceps and he has a trail of hair under his belly button, going to his pelvis. Jimin looks dreamy, it's a shame that he has such a nasty reputation.
He unbuckles his belt, the clanking sound making your stomach flutter, pussy impatiently waiting for him and what he has to deliver. He doesn't stop looking at you as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them while your eyes immediately lower to his crotch. Under these boxers, there's a huge bulge, and you imagine a thick cock, average length but unreal girth.
"Do you want to see my cock, sweetie?" He asks you in a gentle voice, a smile on his lips, but there is no mockery behind it. Though he's asking, he's not really waiting for your consent. He doesn't need it, not at the point where you are. "Aren't you a little bit curious?" His right hand comes to caress his hard on over his boxers, veiny hand gripping it and palming it.
You don't respond, mostly because you don't know what to say. You glimpse in the direction of the chair where his phone is settled down, seeing Jimin's body hovering over yours. He looks so imposing, dominating, and for some reason this sends a wave of heat between your legs.
You look back at him and you swallow, wondering if all of this talk is to make a show for the camera. You know he knows how much it disturbs you, but it seems like it doesn't bother him. It spurs him on even more, watching your face contort in discomfort and fear, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground.
But he also knows that despite those negative feelings, you like this situation very, very much. Your body betrays your emotions; pussy leaking down your ass, wetness sticking to your inner thighs, nipples hard and pupils dilated.
He bites down on his bottom lip, passing his thumbs under the band of his briefs. Your heart accelerates, mind going crazy at the fact of seeing Jimin's dick just in front of you, centimetres away from your crotch.
"So excited to see me... You're going to like it, baby, believe me," he chuckles, lingering his eyes over your naked body, noticing the goosebumps running along your skin and making your hair stand up on your arms.
You almost whimper when he tucks the band of his boxers down, setting his cock free from its confines. It twitches twice before standing up proud against his pale stomach, pink tip glistening from pre-cum under the light of his bedroom.
You were right; Jimin is girthy, not super long and unshaved, but his head reaches a few inches under his belly button. He's really thick, and with what you've already seen in your life, you know his dick can't enter without forcing the entry a little bit. And this is not good, really not good. Not to mention the size of his balls that will surely leave bruises on your ass.
You're not sure if you like it.
You back away on the bed, trying to escape Jimin, but he's fast at gripping your thighs and pushing you back over to him. A laugh doesn't miss to leave his mouth, finding you silly for trying to run away from him when really, there's no way of getting away.
"It's okay, little thing. No need to fight..." His gaze lowers down to his dick where he takes it in his hand, angling it toward your pussy. "It's going to happen whether you want it or not," his last words end up in a whisper, too focused on swiping his tip through your folds to speak louder.
Your walls clench around nothing and you curse yourself for it, knowing that Jimin probably saw it. You whine when you feel him rubbing his mushroom head against your clit, his cock now covered in your wetness. He teases your hole, circling it slowly, collecting more of your arousal on his length.
Then, he pushes his head in slightly, testing how your pussy adjusts itself to the size of his thick cock. You wince as he pushes in over and over again, never putting more than the tip.
"Please, stop- Jimin, it's too much," you shake under him and throw your arms over his shoulders, this simple action making him actually reconsider what he's doing. "I can't take it..."
His eyes shift up to your face, not saying anything yet, observing if you're bluffing or not. If he's a good liar, then you're a bad one. He sighs, replacing his hands on each side of your head. "Don't worry," he promises, his lips brushing the side of your face, his breath tickling your burning cheek.
He glides his cock over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips apart and covering his erection in your juices. His girth stimulates your bud of nerves just the way you need it to feel the knot in your tummy tightening again. You're still sensitive, but it feels good. It's dirty, having your cum dripping down your hole, having Jimin's dick sliding up and down your drenched pussy, mixing his pre-cum to your own arousal.
Dirty, but great, oh, so great.
The zippers of his jeans sting the skin of your thighs as he grinds his cock over your clit non-stop, making you whine and moan, in pleasure or in pain, whatever it is you don't care anymore. It's slow and somehow sensual at first, Jimin moaning himself while driving his erection through your folds.
He gives you small kisses all over your face and while he does so, you can't believe that this is the same man that you used to say you hated so much. Each kiss is warm and soft, on your cheekbones, on your forehead or on the corner of your mouth, you love them all. You could forget about his phone filming your intercourse, you could forget about how he forced you to team up with you, you could forget about everything just by the delicate touch of his plump lips on your skin.
Each roll of his hips seems painful with the way he hisses and twists the bedsheets between his fists, very weak strings holding him back from fucking his cock into your pussy. You don't understand why he respects your boundaries now, but you won't complain.
"Mmh, a-ah, fuck..." You can't get over the fact how his voice sounds so angelic, so pure, and yet, he's doing that to you. Even his deepest moans are honeyed, butterflies flapping their wings in your belly as he growls into your ear.
He fastens the cadence of his hips before stopping, as if he'd have broken down to his real urges if he had continued.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'll have to cum on your face," he informs you, his wet cock leaving your pussy. "And I want some souvenirs..." He smiles deviously, getting up on his knees to stand over your chest.
You watch him pump himself lazily, his cock hovering over your face, mouth hanging open to catch your breath. He frowns and lets out a guttural moan, looking at your poor figure laying helplessly under him. He wets his lips and directs the tip of his cock to your mouth. You close it and he takes the opportunity to pass his head over your lips, smearing your own cum on them.
He tilts his head to the side, smiling as he glances at you with such a sick curiosity. "Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, baby? Hmm?" His eyes glint in mischievousness, so turned on to use you how he pleases, how he always wanted it. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Couldn't get enough even if you wanted to..." It doesn't have much of a flavour, you think, but Jimin seems to really like it.
He decides to jerk himself off just above your face and you clench your thighs, watching in awe how his hand grips tightly his erect penis and how his palm runs up and down smoothly around it. There's something about not being able to move, trapped under Jimin, that has your clit throbbing furiously.
Maybe it's something about him pleasuring himself shamelessly, spurts of your arousal splashing around as he fucks his fist, or something about his soft but deep moans he lets out from time to time, staring at you intently as you're the one making him so horny right now.
He passes a hand through his black hair, his bangs wet from his sweat. He twists his wrist, focusing on his swollen tip before stroking his whole length. "Ah, shit," he sounds really sensitive, sucking air through his teeth. "Gonna cum," he announces rapidly, fastening the pace of his palm.
The veins on his arm are producing, and you're amazed at how many there are. His rings shine as the light makes them glint each time he comes up to his mushroom head.
You open your mouth by instinct, flattening your tongue on your chin, which makes Jimin groans angrily. "Aah, what a good fucking slut," he angles his dick toward your face, long strands of white cum landing on your face as he moans out loudly. "Oh, God..." He mutters under his breath, spilling his creamy cum across your face.
It doesn't go as planned, his seeds leak down on your nose and forehead in a long trail rather than on your tongue and lips. You close one eye because some of his cum drips down on it, keeping the other open. He fucks himself dry, little white beads spilling out of his tip to fall on your cheeks.
"Mmh, fuck, so pretty..." Jimin's eyes linger on your face, stroking himself distractedly as his cock softens in his hand. You retract your tongue back in your mouth, watching him pick up his phone from the chair.
He stops the recording and goes to take a photo vertically, cupping your chin to make you face the camera correctly. He smiles behind his phone, thumb hovering over the button. You hear the capturing sound two times before he's starting another recording.
He lets go of your chin to collect his cum on his fingers that was dripping down to your eye, bringing his digits to your lips. You can then open your eyelid, parting your lips slightly for him to insert his index and middle finger in. You lick them clean, tasting him on your tongue. It's salty, but nothing really repulsive as you thought it would be.
He pulls out of your mouth, giving your cheek a slight slap. You feel the wetness of your saliva on it. Jimin throws his phone away on his bed when he's finished with the video, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He gets up from you and helps you wipe the remains of his cum on your face.
You don't move until he dresses you in one of his t-shirts, your body completely drowned in it. You go pee and when you get out of the bathroom, he envelops you in his strong arms, bringing you back to bed.
He hugs you tightly against his naked chest, laying his head on your chest in a really intimate manner. "You won't tell anyone? Please," you whisper and he elevates his head from you, looking at you with a serious expression.
He answers nothing, instead he lays on his side and pulls you closer. He strokes your hair gently as you listen to his heartbeat, mind empty. You fall asleep eventually, only to wake up the next day, leaving in a hurry to your own dorm to prepare yourself for another day of university.
You are sitting on a bench in the university's baseball field, doing homework once again. Jimin is always glancing at you from where he is on the field, throwing the ball at Taehyung for him to hit with the bat he's holding.
Taehyung and Jungkook are changing places regularly, one or the other being the hitter. Seokjin is monitoring the two youngest, giving them tips or correcting the way they are positioned since he's the most experienced, being the baseball team's captain.
Priya is beside you, glued to her phone, probably texting Namjoon, the guy she's seeing at the moment. A gym addict, you remember her telling you and also apparently Seokjin's good friend from another campus.
Even though you're focused on your work, you still feel Jimin's eyes on you and it scares you to think that he might have told everyone about you two. He didn't because no one has addressed it, but there's a doubt, a little voice in your head telling you that he didn't respect your wish to keep it a secret.
If your friends know it, your parents, even the whole school... you have no idea how you will manage it. It doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but you just don't want this kind of information to follow you for life. Jimin isn't the type of guy you want to be associated with.
Despite the sweet nicknames he calls you, his devilish smile that makes butterflies erupt in your tummy, his insanely pretty face, his soft voice that makes you shiver, his plump pink lips browsing your skin, his beautiful hands gripping your thighs, his hot cum painting your face, how he's so gentle but has the evilest intentions at the same time.
Despite all of those things, you don't want him. You really don't. But he does.
The time passes as the boys' laughters fill the air, the positions changing; Priya talking with Taehyung, Seokjin and Jungkook bickering, Jimin making fun of them and glancing your way when his attention drifts off of his friends.
You sigh when you have to get back to your dorm by yourself, your unfaithful friend too swamped by a boy to realize you're still there. You collect your things, laptop in its cushioned case and notes back into its assigned binder.
You think you can sneak out of the baseball field without anyone noticing, but you're so wrong to even assume he doesn't have his eyes set on you.
Outside the field, you stop walking when a familiar voice calls you. "Where are you going?" You turn around, only to be met with, evidently, Jimin.
You shrug, glimpsing behind you where the university's building is. "To the dorms..." You answer, not too sure why you sound hesitant. It's not like you need his permission to go back to your room. It's late at night anyway, and you don't want to get bit by mosquitoes.
He closes the distance between you two, stepping ever so slowly, as if to tease you, to chase you. No need to go faster, he knows you'll stay there, frozen on the spot.
"You can go back with the others," you say, frowning as you want him to leave you alone. You don't voice this wish, though and you're lucky you don't because he doesn't like being rejected, especially by you.
His gaze darkens as he narrows his eyes at you and you're scared for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk. "No, I'm coming with you," he decides and you know this isn't a proposition, it's a statement.
But you're not okay with this. So you back away slightly, still facing him, breath quickening. He notices your reluctance and he frowns, a scowl on his face. You keep moving back and he keeps moving forward, that is until you have enough and run in the university's direction.
Your sudden move takes Jimin by surprise and you hear him calling your name, clearly annoyed with you. He asks himself if he should run after you because if he does people will see him and that's not something he wants. But he knows you're going to the dorms, so he just has to arrive there before you do.
You soon make your way to the university residence building, relieved Jimin didn't follow you. You thought he would have, but it seems like he didn't want to bother running after you. You nonetheless look behind you from time to time, verifying in case he did in fact follow you, but you don't see him.
A little voice tells you how unfortunate it is that he didn't chase after you. Is it because he doesn't like you anymore? For some twisted reason, this idea disappoints you. Did he realize you weren't as interesting as he thought you would be or does he think you were shitty in bed? That would be quite humiliating and sad.
You liked the attention he gave you.
When you step into the corridor your room is located in, your eyes widen and your heart almost explodes as you see Jimin casually waiting in front of your door. You didn't expect him to be there, how did he even enter without you noticing?
You feel like a poor little bunny who has nowhere to go, damned to be eaten alive by the big, bad wolf slowly approaching its prey. But the difference between you and the bunny is that you're secretly turned on to be tracked down by Jimin.
He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on when he perceives you walking in. His smile doesn't leave his beautiful plump lips, his mischievous eyes scanning your little body from head to toe.
As he reaches you, you finally come out of your torpor. "Jimin," you warn him and he stops, inches away from you. "I'm not... doing this. I don't want to."
He doesn't look convinced at all. Who are you trying to fool now, you or him? It's better not to be him because he's not the kind to give up on something he really wants.
He tilts his head, looking at you curiously, the expression he does when something intrigues him. "Don't act like this now, sweetie," he purrs, closing the gap between you two. Your breath is caught in your throat, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You're trapped between him and the wall. "You wouldn't like to have your pretty body leaked, hm, baby? It wouldn't really be a secret anymore..."
He touches your cheek with his hand, caressing the side of your face with his index finger. You shudder, pressing your books tightly against your chest. "W-What? I thought- I thought..." You stutter out, heart thumping against your rib cage.
"It doesn't matter what you thought, sweet thing." His words come out husky, his hot breath fanning across your face, making goosebumps run all over your skin. "It's okay if you don't want to, but you have to know that there'll be consequences," he almost sings this threat to you as he sounds so angelic and you're more and more scared by him. Scared in a way that makes your clit throb.
He cages you between the wall and him, pressing his body against yours feverishly til it makes him ill. Your two breaths intertwine, mingling together to create a compact atmosphere where it's hard for you to even think straight.
"The videos.... oh, and that pic," he reminds you and the events are quick at coming back into your mind. "Are all saved in my phone, only for me to look at... and believe me, I must have replayed them at least ten times, if not more," he informs you. "And, God, I was so hard just looking at you, baby."
You can't help but clench your thighs, imagining him with his phone in one hand, his cock in the other.
"Jimin," you breathe out quietly, coming out like a whisper, the sound of your voice making him focus on you. He glances down at your face, watching your lips parting to pronounce your next word. "Stop..."
Though he might have been soft before, you rejecting him again when you're clearly turned on makes him mad. He grabs your wrist and you gasp when he pulls you with him, bringing you to his room instead of yours.
You try to free yourself from his grip, but you fail miserably, almost tripping over your feet. Some people look at you weirdly, no one really stops to ask what's going on. He drags you to his door and opens it hurriedly, closing it when you're both inside.
He takes your books and your backpack away from you, putting them on the ground. You observe him in awe, you're completely in shock. He removes his baseball jacket swiftly as well as his shoes and pushes you on his bed. Your body bounces back on the mattress, Jimin crawling up to you like a hungry feline.
Heat floods through your abdomen to your core, setting your whole body on fire while your panties are getting wet as he's about to do whatever he wants to you. You squirm under him, but not because you want to get away - your body is aching to be touched, to be pleasured.
Face to face, he presses his body against yours until there's no gap separating you. He is insistent and you feel like suffocating, but you'll survive, very much so. Jimin is giving you his breath and you're giving him yours.
His t-shirt hangs loosely on him, the ends of the sleeves stopping just over his elbows. Some kisses are placed on your cheeks, on your lips, on your neck. It tingles sweetly, your stomach doing a flip, butterflies partying in your belly, pussy mewling. You feel everything at once, and intensively.
You don't protest when he removes your crop top, letting your breasts out, nipples hardening from the cold air hitting them. He plays with them for a brief moment, pinching and pulling on the little buds, before lowering down on you. Your mouth hangs open, not expecting him to do that to you.
He pulls your shoes off your feet, letting them fall on the floor beside his bed. He eyes your little white socks, deciding it'd be better if you keep them on. Due to your position and the fact that you're wearing a skirt, Jimin can see your cotton panties from his point of view. He smirks, looking at the wet patch over your cunt.
He passes an arm under your back, pulling the zipper of your skirt down and he rips the material off of you. You gasp at his brutality, but you don't think about it furthermore as he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding it down your legs despite your little whines of embarrassment.
Your femininity is now very exposed to his insatiable eyes, gazing at it like a hungry man. Settled between your legs, he passes them over his shoulders, holding the back of your thighs so they stay open for him.
"Hmm, always so pretty... And it's all for me," he licks his lips, pink tongue peeking through them. He pushes your thighs up against your chest so he has a better access to your cunt, already glistening in your arousal. Only your feet are touching his shoulders, now. You wish for a moment that he was shirtless, and you're too shy to ask him to remove his t-shirt.
Your meaty thighs are squished over your lower stomach and you won't lie that the position is hard to keep. You're not that flexible, and surely not athletic, unlike Jimin. You whimper a little bit, feeling his breath on your wet pussy, making you shiver.
"Hold your legs up for me, sweetie," he softly commands, giving you an appreciative smile when you sneak your hands under your knees. "Good girl," he praises and you can feel your clit pulsating at how badly his words affect you.
He places his arms around your thighs and takes a hold of your hips. The cool metal of his rings brushes against your skin and you notice the chain around his neck dangling, the pendant bumping into the bed covers.
Jimin finally focuses on your cunt and when he blows on it, you can't hold in your moan. He's happy to hear your reactions, loving how you're so sensitive, how your puffy clit begs him to suck on it. But the first thing he does is kiss your inner thighs delicately while caressing your body along your curves with his veiny hands.
Then, his lips get closer to your warmth, impatiently waiting for him. He wraps his lips around your bud of nerves and suckles on it, eliciting quiet moans from you. It's gentle and you've never felt better, your fingers are in no comparison to his skillful mouth.
He sucks a bit more and your face contorts in pleasure. You try to glance at Jimin, but your position only allows you to see a fluffy head of black hair buried between your legs. The view is so filthy and you become drunk off his mouth, loving what's happening, barely remembering that he threatened you to leak the videos of you two having sex.
The sucks turn into licks, his wet muscle sliding from your hole up to your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips apart in the process. He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue, circling around it, just dipping in slightly enough to make you needy.
Before you can ask for more, he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud, moving his muscle from side to side rapidly. You moan out, feeling delicious tingles in the pit of your stomach. You grip your thighs harder, pussy clenching and begging to be fucked by Jimin's huge dick with such eagerness.
"Oh, my God, Jimin!" Your legs start to shake and his tongue gives you an orgasm, arching your back as he keeps stimulating your clit until you're off your high.
You sense him collecting your cream with his tongue, dipping into your folds. You let go of your thighs, letting them fall by your sides. You try to catch your breath as Jimin is still nuzzled in your pussy as if he's licking the plate after eating his meal, leaving nothing behind.
"Please, s-stop..." You cry out, being overstimulated by him. You attempt to push his head away, but he doesn't nudge a bit. "It's too much."
He looks up at you, leaning on his elbows. "Stop complaining or I'll fuck this pussy with my cock without feeling any pity," he warns you and you give up, but you still whine weakly.
When you think he's finished, he penetrates you with two fingers at once, sliding in so easily with how wet you are. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, your own fingers are certainly not as big as Jimin's. They might be small for a man, but in no way that means they're the same size as yours.
"Shh, my sweet baby, it's okay. Relax, you're so tense..." He says, face hovering over your cunt as he slowly pumps his digits into you. He keeps them straight the first few strokes, but he starts to scissor your insides as well. You feel your pussy expanding around his fingers, it's a really unfamiliar sensation, but since it's Jimin, you slowly chill down.
He hooks his fingers perfectly inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. The overstimulation is replaced by this new pleasure, much more intense and significant than the other. He expertly moves his two digits at a regular pace, holding your thigh up with his free hand.
Your juices are dripping down your ass, the feeling kind of uncomfortable, but Jimin fingering you makes you forget about everything around you except for him.
His palm is facing up, colliding with your clit each time he's knuckles deep into your messy cunt. He hums pleasantly when he feels you clench around him, seeing that you're having a good time. He lowers his head again and you immediately grasp his hair in your fist when he nips at your sensitive clit.
He flattens his palm since his chin is in the way and instead pets your spot inside of you with the pads of his fingers. It's sweet and almost magical. You feel like he's munching on your pussy, opening and closing his mouth over your clit, tongue viciously licking the little bud. It's slow, it's perfect, it's everything your body needs. That you need.
You let out soft moans, pulling on his black locks, completely in love with his mouth until it leaves you again. You would have complained, despite his warning of earlier, but he literally finger fucks you and it cuts you off instantly from saying anything.
He doesn't miss a beat, constantly rubbing your magic spot, making you lift your back from the mattress. You twist the bedsheets between your fingers, a fire in your belly, growing more and more with Jimin's ministrations.
"What the-!" You never say the end of your sentence, frowning and closing your eyes as you let the pleasure of another orgasm take over you. Jimin never stops, gaze shifting between your face and your pussy regularly to catch your reactions. "Jimin, wha-what's... Oh, God!" You scream, and everything happens so fast.
He pumps his fingers in and a clear liquid floods out of your cunt, in droplets first, but then bigger. You don't see what's happening, but an intense pleasure rips through you and your body is shaking like a leaf.
"Oh, fuck," you hear Jimin cursing, almost moaning after. His rhythm slows down, more fluid coming out. "You're such a girl good, shit, it's so fucking hot," he growls and stops his movements, hand cupping your cunt, patting it gently.
There's a wet puddle under your ass and you blink several times, coming back to Earth, feeling totally knocked out. "Jiminie..." You whine out, looking down at him.
The front of his t-shirt is soaked and some droplets fall from his chin. Immediately, you feel your cheeks heating up, so embarrassed from what you did. You squirted all over him to the point of wetting his clothes. But he looks nowhere disgusted, rather turned on than anything else.
He laughs, though it's not to mock you at all. He's just so happy, so fucking in love.
"I'm sorry..." You apologize shyly, but Jimin shakes his head, crawling back up to you.
"No, baby, no..." He coos, pampering your cheeks and forehead in feathery kisses. "There's nothing to be sorry for. It felt good, am I right?" He asks and you nod, feeling particularly ashamed. "Of course it was, I should have filmed it... Well, maybe next time," he sighs contentedly, smiling adorably.
He kisses you on the lips and after that intense orgasm, you start to feel guilty. Embarrassed, ashamed. Not because you stained his t-shirt, but because you liked it. A lot.
It makes you want to repeat it solely with Jimin. Forever and ever. But you can't, not again, not after you told yourself you wouldn't.
For Jimin, it was everything he's ever wanted in his life. You and him in the same bed, having sex, enjoying yourselves. It couldn't be better, really. He'll do anything it takes to keep you with him and believe him when he tells you there's going to be a next time.
Nothing will stop him from having what he wants, not even you.