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The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.
pairing: gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader
word count: 8k
genre: 1920s au, smut, mafia au
warnings: unprotected rough sex, face fucking, power play, choking, alcohol, guns, and death
A/N: Part of my time period series. This takes place in 1920s Chicago! Thank you @introseesaw for letting me use her likeness!
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“Would ya lighten up, sourpuss? The boss said he’d be back in a jiffy.” The familiar voice of your friend, Doyeon, called to you.
You let out a sigh as she bumped her hip into yours, causing you to pull your eyes away from where your boss had disappeared to.
You pouted, “That was ten minutes ago.”
When you overheard your boss talking about some cops causing trouble out front, you couldn’t help but be on edge. With the 18th amendment now in place, establishments such as the very one you worked in had been pushed underground, trying to work around the ban on alcohol.
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All Shall Fear Him |Chapter One|
Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x F!reader
Chapter warnings: kinda angsty (I think), Jin’s being sweet tho
Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.
Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut, eventual fluff…
W.C: 1.3k
A/n: I DID IT! Huzzah! Hope y’all like it, I don’t know how to feel abt it I’m just happy I got something out there. Jin’s honestly gonna be like momma bear or protecting older brother in this series. Gotta love it <3. Enjoy :D
Also, I recommend reading the teaser as its more like an intro to the story, of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to!
Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!
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You keep your eyes locked on the world passing by outside of the window, your hands interlocked on your lap to keep them from shaking as tears silently slide down your cheeks. You’ve been in the car for what feels like forever, the seconds feel like hours, the minutes like days as you nervously wait for your new life to begin.
By the time the car pulls up to a fancy, no doubt million dollar mansion, you feel reality truly set in, pursing your lips to hold in a sob.
Your door is opened, and barely a second later you’re pulled out roughly, tripping over your feet as you struggle to keep your balance.
You don’t have time to regain it before the man behind you forces you to move. “Jesus, be careful with her.” You hear someone speak, looking up to see a man coming out of the house with his brows furrowed. The man takes you from the last man’s arms, giving you a moment to get balanced on your feet again before he introduces himself.
“Hi. I’m sorry about him, my name’s Seokjin but you can call me Jin.” You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He offers you a smile before leading you to the doors to the giant mansion in front of you.
As soon as you enter, you feel your mouth drop open. The living room is huge, leading to a gigantic kitchen, with 2 hallways on each side and two grand staircases leading to another floor that overlooks the current floor you’re on. You know you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a part of the mafia after all, there’s no doubt in your mind he makes easy millions, but this mansion is huge.
You don’t have much time to admire it any longer when the man, Jin, starts guiding you to one of the two staircases leading to the second floor.
You take one last look at the downstairs before Jin leads you down one of the hallways and into a room, closing the door behind the both of you. “I’m really sorry about this, the whole thing. It’ll probably be tough here for a while but even if we don’t really know each other, you can always reach out to me, yeah?” You nod, refusing to look at the man.
He sighs, putting on a small smile before leaving the room, closing and locking it behind him. You look around the room, it’s spacious, yet you still feel like you're being locked in a closet, the knowing of the door being locked gets to you more than you’re willing to admit.
Safe to say you feel trapped.
Absolutely, positively, fucking trapped.
You feel your bottom lip wobble as tears begin to cloud your vision. Falling to your knees on the floor before resting completely on the ground and curling in on yourself, muffling your sobs that seem to flow out freely.
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You’re not sure how much time has passed, or when you finally managed to fall asleep, but when you wake up the sun is starting to set and you can hear voices moving closer and closer to the room.
You scramble to stand up, frantically searching the room for somewhere to hide, even if it won’t do much. You scramble to the closet when you can hear the voices clear as day, slowly closing the door behind you to ensure it won’t make noise.
You sit in the furthest corner of the decently big closet, making sure some clothes are shielding you from the door. You firmly press a hand over your mouth, tuning in on the conversation as best as you can.
Much to your luck, all you can hear is the mumbles of a few different voices, maybe 3.
You close your eyes when you hear the bedroom door being unlocked before the voices quiet down. “Where is she?” Yoongi speaks, sending a chill down your spine. “I locked her in here, she couldn’t have gotten out.” You hear Jin speak. “Then how the fuck is she gone?” Yoongi’s calm demeanor shakes you to the very core as tears begin to slip down your cheeks again.
“She’s probably hiding, Yoongi.” Jin says, taking you by surprise how calm and unaffected he sounds. “Then find her.” Yoongi says, then you hear multiple pairs of footsteps echo around the room.
You squeeze your eyes when you hear the closet door being opened, pressing your hand closer to your mouth to muffle a whimper that slipped past your lips. The man doesn’t seem to have noticed it, continuing to shuffle through the clothes.
You yelp when you’re pulled up, fighting against the man. “I found her!” He announces, dragging you back into the bedroom before throwing you on the floor. You whimper at the force, scrambling to sit up as your gaze shifts between the four men in the room.
“Fuck, Lee, be careful.” Jin growls, his concerned eyes resting on your figure. The man snorts, “I only take orders from Min, Kim.” Your eyes last land on Yoongi who’s sitting on the bed. He holds up his hand as he stares at the three other men present.
“You may all leave.” You suppress a shiver as you look down at Yoongi’s cold tone. You hear the footsteps of the three men move toward the door before it closes and silence envelops the space.
You scoot away when Yoongi stands up, snapping your head up, watching him with wide eyes as he moves closer. You stagger back when he takes a bigger step toward you, seemingly like he jumped, yet you don’t make it far when he leaps forward and grabs your hair, practically falling on top of you.
You yelp, fighting against him to no avail. He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back for a moment and no doubt tugging out some strands making you whimper. “Fucking bitch.” He whispers under his breath, standing up and tugging you with him.
He drags you to the bed, throwing you on to it before getting on top of you. You push against him, smack him, and tug on him, to no avail.
The hold he has on your hair tightens before he lifts your head up slightly only to slam it back down on the bed harshly. “Will you just fucking stop?!” He yells making you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you weakly push at him. He huffs before letting go of your hair, grabbing your wrists to pin them on the bed instead.
“Now, here’s how this will go, you will respect me, you will do as I say, and you will not try to escape. If you so much as even think about it, there will be consequences. Understand?” You shiver at his tone, a sob escaping your lips as you try to weakly tug your wrists out of his hold.
“I asked you a question.” You move your head to the side when he inches closer. “Answer me.” You whimper when the hold on your wrists tighten. “Y-yes..” you say weakly.
Yoongi finally lets go of your wrists but he doesn’t get off of you, you can feel the weight of his hands being pressed into the bed beside your waist. You risk taking a peak at him only to see his intense gaze still resting on you.
You whimper, pinching your eyes shut and turning your head to the side, curling in on yourself as much as you can under Yoongi. He’s silent for a few more seconds before he finally gets up.
You hear his footsteps echo around the room before you hear a door open, shut, and lock. Sealing you in the room, no doubt for the night if not longer.
You curl up fully, burying your face in your knees as you cry yourself to sleep.
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A/n: Okay to be fair, I’ve had this part done for like, a few weeks..but this chapter was supposed to be longer. I had almost 3k words on it when I hit a writers block with it (just like with sas), and like it’s been almost 2 months since I made that teaser so like I wanted to get sumn out there soon. I also have the first chapter of The mockingbirds song done so I’ll get that out there sometime soon if anyone is interested in it. Thank you for bearing with me with this one though! Love you all mwah!
Dealer (1) - myg
Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.
Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader
Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut
Warnings: Zeke is a red flag, Hoseok is a drug dealer, Yoongi is a drug dealer, Weed, measurements, prices, and the selling of weed, Hoseok is extremely concerned with y/n, guns :)
Referenced: manipulation, psychological abuse, implied physical abuse, self-harm.
Word count: 2.8k
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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.
He was so sweet at first. He made you feel seen for the first time in your life; like someone actually wanted to see you, to spend time with you without any other motive. He made you feel important, made you feel special. For the first time in your life, you felt beautiful and appreciated and loved; and he was the reason for it.
So when he was rushing the relationship along, you had no problems with it. Not when he asked for your number the night you met. Not when you went on your first date the next day. Not when he showed up at your job every night you worked, or when he asked you to spend the night at his place a week after your first date, because he was too tired to make sure you had gotten home safe. He was just looking out for you, after all.
He was making every part of your life revolve around him, and you just thought it was him being in love with you.
You were fine with it when he rushed you into a sexual relationship with him, and you were fine with it when he wanted you to move in with him. Your apartment building wasn’t safe, someone could break in, there were shootings in that neighborhood all the time. He needed to keep you safe.
It only took him 2 months from the day you met to get you living with him, sleeping in his bed every night, letting him use you and your body in whatever way he’d wanted, because this is what love is, right? Two months after that, you weren’t allowed to have your job anymore. There were too many men that looked at you at the bar you were waitress at. Too many men who’d ask for your number, too many men trying to grab you, trying to talk to you, trying to fuck you.
They all wanted you, and you were just too stupid to see it. You were naive and sweet and innocent, and all those men all wanted one thing from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, no, not at all. He couldn’t trust them, what they’d do to you in your fragile state. You were still healing from trauma, even if before you had met him, you would have considered yourself mostly healed.
The urge to start self-harming again came up so often, even if you hadn’t done it in years. You couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head as you were isolated in his house, not allowed to leave unless he came with you. Not allowed to talk to anyone, not without permission anyways.
You’d do anything for him, and the way he loved you. The way he’d bring you so high up, just to take it all away, leaving you drowning, begging for his love again, for his gentle praise and his hands on you. You needed him, and he had you just where he wanted you.
The only person you’d ever seen aside from him was Hoseok. Hoseok was his weed dealer. He’d come to the house once a week stay for a little, have a conversation and maybe smoke a little before he left, a bright smile on his face as he went. You loved these little weekly visits, as they were the only time you got to see someone other than Zeke. Not that you didn’t like spending time with him, but it was nice to see someone new.
Hoseok however, hated coming over to sell to Zeke.
It wasn’t something he’d ever minded in the past, having been his dealer for a few years now, but it started to get worse and worse whenever he’d met you.
Hoseok was there the day Zeke had first noticed you, weeks before he’d officially introduced himself to you. The bar you used to work at was a place they’d frequented. They’d party there together, or just go to hang out for a little on the weekends, but he could immediately tell a difference in him from the second he saw you.
It was easy to ignore the differences in him, as Hoseok was never the biggest fan. Mostly just hanging out with someone who bought from him a lot to make sure he kept a customer.
But he really loved when he started talking to you, because you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He loved spending time with you, not that he was interested in you; you were just sweet and funny, always good company.
But then, things started changing. Changing fast.
He’d be excited to meet Zeke at the bar, hoping you’d be their waitress so he could talk to you some more. But then you stopped working there. Fine, fine, he usually met Zeke in his apartment anyways and you were there most of the time, so he’d still get to see you, your bubbly personality and your bright smile always shining through as soon as you saw him.
But you wouldn’t smile as much, and when you did, it was never quite as bright as it had been when you first met. You didn’t tell as many jokes or laugh at many of his. You wore baggier clothes and curled yourself up into a ball on the couch next to Zeke, who seemed to treat you more like a pet than a girlfriend.
You looked at him when you wanted to speak, as if asking permission. That was when he couldn’t handle it anymore. He watched you go from one of the most lively, outgoing, charismatic, and sweetest people he’d ever met to a lifeless husk, barely strong enough to have any original thoughts.
He’d watched this man ruin your life in less than a year, and he did absolutely nothing to stop it.
Any time he tried to talk to you when Zeke wasn’t there, try to figure out what was going on, if there was any way he could help you, Zeke would always show back up just as he felt he was getting somewhere. He’d show back up and push you back the hall, out of sight.
As if no longer seeing you meant he hadn’t previously seen the bruises peeking out of the holes in your jeans.
So, he stopped going when Zeke texted him. Made up excuses every time so he wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that always surrounded him when he saw you.
He decided to talk about it with one of his good friends one day when they were hanging out at the bar you used to work at. Zeke had messaged him, asking if he was around and Hoseok sighed loudly at the sight of his number appearing in his phone. His gaze narrowed down at the screen before he clenched his jaw and clicked off his phone, tossing it back down onto the table in front of him before he leaned his elbows on the table, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth as his leg bounced under the table.
“Who’s got you so pissed off, Hoba?” Yoongi cocked his brow as he took a drink, eyeing his usually level-headed friend. Hoseok closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before he let his hands fall back down, hands gripping onto his beer and swirling it around the frosty glass.
“Just this guy I stopped selling to,” he didn’t bring his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s, knowing if he did he’d have to elaborate. Yoongi didn’t push him any further, but Hoseok decided he wanted to share it anyway. “Zeke, the one whose girlfriend used to work here,” Yoongi nodded, vaugly remembering the name and waitress. Hoseok had pointed you out to him a time or two when you still worked here, but it had been a while.
Hoseok thought for a second, about to proceed with telling Yoongi all about you, and how he felt bad for not saying something to someone sooner, but he stopped himself.
Yoongi was also a dealer, and a much more high-profile one at that. He always carried around a gun and had no problem telling people off, especially if they were buying anything less than a QP, and Zeke never bought more than an ounce at a time.
If he just told him about you, Yoongi would just say “yeah, that sucks” and they’d move on. But if he saw it....
Maybe he could try to pawn Zeke off on Yoongi. Get Zeke off his back, and when Yoongi saw you, he’d no doubt do something.
So, that’s exactly what he did.
“I heard him say something slick to her the last time I was there. Nothing serious, just not someone I’d really want to associate with, you know?” Yoongi nodded again, knowing how likely this story was considering how pissed off Hoseok had been only moments ago. “Maybe you could sell to him? Just once at least, so I can figure out whether I can afford to drop him or not,”
Yoongi thought for a second, trying to remember how much weed he still had before going to his distributer next week.
“How much does he need?” Hoseok unlocked his phone and opened the conversation with Zeke.
“An ounce, I usually charge him 250,”
“Tell him I’ll charge 275, but I can be at his place in an hour,” Hoseok nodded and sent Zeke the text, which he thankfully had the money and was willing to pay it.
“Just texted you his address, though you can be a little late, he’s kind of a dick anyways,”
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Yoongi didn't like the look of you when he walked through the door.
He didn't like that you looked so goddamn stiff, uncomfortable even as soon as you saw him.
At first, he thought it was him making you uncomfortable; you judging him, a man you did not know for being there. But Yoongi didn't need to be there for more than two minutes before he realized that it wasn't him making you nervous. No, but the guy that had taken a seat next to you, the guy whose house you had been in. The guy you had been living with.
You sat idly as he scooted in closer to you, spreading his legs out and pulled one of yours onto his before he rubbed up and back the length of it. He kept making lewd comments about your body as if you weren't there, and you laughed along with any joke he told, your eyes never leaving your neatly folded hands that sat in your lap.
Yoongi was disgusted as he watched the man claiming to "own" you continue to do whatever he wanted to you, touch you and speak to and about you as he pleased. Yoongi could see why Hoseok had sent him over here, and it wasn’t just because of a slick comment. He’d always been more ballsy and ready to take more risks than Hoseok had, never really willing to stand for any bullshit, and this was most certainly included in that.
You were sitting opposite each other, his eyes sneaking glances at you anytime Zeke looked away. The small talk had ended, and Zeke stood to go get the money from his bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. As soon as he was out of earshot, you spoke.
“You're a friend of Hoseok's’?” Yoongi nodded softly, a little taken back by your sudden friendliness. Zeke had stopped letting you be alone with Hoseok, so it had been weeks since you’d spoken with anyone. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s really good, he just couldn’t make it today. Scheduling conflict, you know how it is,” You nodded and smiled, moving your eyes back and forth between the hallways and Yoongi.
“Would you tell him I said hi?” Yoongi nodded his head, brow furrowed as he pulled his phone out.
“If you want, I could give you his phone number,” You very quickly shook your head, still looking at the hallway behind Yoongi to keep an eye out for Zeke.
“No, I don’t have a phone–”
“You don’t have a phone?” You bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as Yoongi eyed you.
“Just tell him I'm okay,” You fell back into the couch as you heard Zeke walking back down the hallway. Yoongi followed suit, quickly busying himself with his phone. He pulled up Hoseok’s contact and started typing as Zeke sat back down.
You said he was an asshole, not a fucking dictator–
“What’d I miss?” Zeke asked as he sat, beginning to count his money.
“Not much; Hoseok texted. Wanted me to apologize for him not being here again,” Zeke gave a half-hearted smile, looking back at you to make sure your eyes were still down, that you were still behaving.
“It’s fine, Hoseok’s an old friend of mine. We go way back, he’ll just owe me one,” Zeke threw the counted money onto the table that separated them, before his hand went to your thigh, slightly lifting the material of the skirt you had been wearing to reveal the edge of a giant purple and black bruise on your thigh. He squeezed down onto it, turning a loving gesture into something that made Yoongi’s blood boil.
Fuck it.
Yoongi pulled the weed out of his pocket and threw it down onto the table next to the money and stood, hands in his pockets as he spoke calmly.
"Your shits free if you let her leave with me," Zeke looked back and forth between the two of you, your head down as you could feel the anger beginning to radiate off of him, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.
"What the fuck are you talking about man? What the fuck did you do?" He turned to look at you, his voice coming out a muffled growl as he tried to scare you into answering him.
"I said," Yoongi spoke up again, this time as he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans, switching the safety off as he pointed it at Zeke’s head. "Your shits free if you let her come with me."
Dealer (1) - myg
Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.
Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader
Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut
Warnings: Zeke is a red flag, Hoseok is a drug dealer, Yoongi is a drug dealer, Weed, measurements, prices, and the selling of weed, Hoseok is extremely concerned with y/n, guns :)
Referenced: manipulation, psychological abuse, implied physical abuse, self-harm.
Word count: 2.8k
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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.
He was so sweet at first. He made you feel seen for the first time in your life; like someone actually wanted to see you, to spend time with you without any other motive. He made you feel important, made you feel special. For the first time in your life, you felt beautiful and appreciated and loved; and he was the reason for it.
So when he was rushing the relationship along, you had no problems with it. Not when he asked for your number the night you met. Not when you went on your first date the next day. Not when he showed up at your job every night you worked, or when he asked you to spend the night at his place a week after your first date, because he was too tired to make sure you had gotten home safe. He was just looking out for you, after all.
He was making every part of your life revolve around him, and you just thought it was him being in love with you.
You were fine with it when he rushed you into a sexual relationship with him, and you were fine with it when he wanted you to move in with him. Your apartment building wasn’t safe, someone could break in, there were shootings in that neighborhood all the time. He needed to keep you safe.
It only took him 2 months from the day you met to get you living with him, sleeping in his bed every night, letting him use you and your body in whatever way he’d wanted, because this is what love is, right? Two months after that, you weren’t allowed to have your job anymore. There were too many men that looked at you at the bar you were waitress at. Too many men who’d ask for your number, too many men trying to grab you, trying to talk to you, trying to fuck you.
They all wanted you, and you were just too stupid to see it. You were naive and sweet and innocent, and all those men all wanted one thing from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, no, not at all. He couldn’t trust them, what they’d do to you in your fragile state. You were still healing from trauma, even if before you had met him, you would have considered yourself mostly healed.
The urge to start self-harming again came up so often, even if you hadn’t done it in years. You couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head as you were isolated in his house, not allowed to leave unless he came with you. Not allowed to talk to anyone, not without permission anyways.
You’d do anything for him, and the way he loved you. The way he’d bring you so high up, just to take it all away, leaving you drowning, begging for his love again, for his gentle praise and his hands on you. You needed him, and he had you just where he wanted you.
The only person you’d ever seen aside from him was Hoseok. Hoseok was his weed dealer. He’d come to the house once a week stay for a little, have a conversation and maybe smoke a little before he left, a bright smile on his face as he went. You loved these little weekly visits, as they were the only time you got to see someone other than Zeke. Not that you didn’t like spending time with him, but it was nice to see someone new.
Hoseok however, hated coming over to sell to Zeke.
It wasn’t something he’d ever minded in the past, having been his dealer for a few years now, but it started to get worse and worse whenever he’d met you.
Hoseok was there the day Zeke had first noticed you, weeks before he’d officially introduced himself to you. The bar you used to work at was a place they’d frequented. They’d party there together, or just go to hang out for a little on the weekends, but he could immediately tell a difference in him from the second he saw you.
It was easy to ignore the differences in him, as Hoseok was never the biggest fan. Mostly just hanging out with someone who bought from him a lot to make sure he kept a customer.
But he really loved when he started talking to you, because you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He loved spending time with you, not that he was interested in you; you were just sweet and funny, always good company.
But then, things started changing. Changing fast.
He’d be excited to meet Zeke at the bar, hoping you’d be their waitress so he could talk to you some more. But then you stopped working there. Fine, fine, he usually met Zeke in his apartment anyways and you were there most of the time, so he’d still get to see you, your bubbly personality and your bright smile always shining through as soon as you saw him.
But you wouldn’t smile as much, and when you did, it was never quite as bright as it had been when you first met. You didn’t tell as many jokes or laugh at many of his. You wore baggier clothes and curled yourself up into a ball on the couch next to Zeke, who seemed to treat you more like a pet than a girlfriend.
You looked at him when you wanted to speak, as if asking permission. That was when he couldn’t handle it anymore. He watched you go from one of the most lively, outgoing, charismatic, and sweetest people he’d ever met to a lifeless husk, barely strong enough to have any original thoughts.
He’d watched this man ruin your life in less than a year, and he did absolutely nothing to stop it.
Any time he tried to talk to you when Zeke wasn’t there, try to figure out what was going on, if there was any way he could help you, Zeke would always show back up just as he felt he was getting somewhere. He’d show back up and push you back the hall, out of sight.
As if no longer seeing you meant he hadn’t previously seen the bruises peeking out of the holes in your jeans.
So, he stopped going when Zeke texted him. Made up excuses every time so he wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that always surrounded him when he saw you.
He decided to talk about it with one of his good friends one day when they were hanging out at the bar you used to work at. Zeke had messaged him, asking if he was around and Hoseok sighed loudly at the sight of his number appearing in his phone. His gaze narrowed down at the screen before he clenched his jaw and clicked off his phone, tossing it back down onto the table in front of him before he leaned his elbows on the table, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth as his leg bounced under the table.
“Who’s got you so pissed off, Hoba?” Yoongi cocked his brow as he took a drink, eyeing his usually level-headed friend. Hoseok closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before he let his hands fall back down, hands gripping onto his beer and swirling it around the frosty glass.
“Just this guy I stopped selling to,” he didn’t bring his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s, knowing if he did he’d have to elaborate. Yoongi didn’t push him any further, but Hoseok decided he wanted to share it anyway. “Zeke, the one whose girlfriend used to work here,” Yoongi nodded, vaugly remembering the name and waitress. Hoseok had pointed you out to him a time or two when you still worked here, but it had been a while.
Hoseok thought for a second, about to proceed with telling Yoongi all about you, and how he felt bad for not saying something to someone sooner, but he stopped himself.
Yoongi was also a dealer, and a much more high-profile one at that. He always carried around a gun and had no problem telling people off, especially if they were buying anything less than a QP, and Zeke never bought more than an ounce at a time.
If he just told him about you, Yoongi would just say “yeah, that sucks” and they’d move on. But if he saw it....
Maybe he could try to pawn Zeke off on Yoongi. Get Zeke off his back, and when Yoongi saw you, he’d no doubt do something.
So, that’s exactly what he did.
“I heard him say something slick to her the last time I was there. Nothing serious, just not someone I’d really want to associate with, you know?” Yoongi nodded again, knowing how likely this story was considering how pissed off Hoseok had been only moments ago. “Maybe you could sell to him? Just once at least, so I can figure out whether I can afford to drop him or not,”
Yoongi thought for a second, trying to remember how much weed he still had before going to his distributer next week.
“How much does he need?” Hoseok unlocked his phone and opened the conversation with Zeke.
“An ounce, I usually charge him 250,”
“Tell him I’ll charge 275, but I can be at his place in an hour,” Hoseok nodded and sent Zeke the text, which he thankfully had the money and was willing to pay it.
“Just texted you his address, though you can be a little late, he’s kind of a dick anyways,”
-
Yoongi didn't like the look of you when he walked through the door.
He didn't like that you looked so goddamn stiff, uncomfortable even as soon as you saw him.
At first, he thought it was him making you uncomfortable; you judging him, a man you did not know for being there. But Yoongi didn't need to be there for more than two minutes before he realized that it wasn't him making you nervous. No, but the guy that had taken a seat next to you, the guy whose house you had been in. The guy you had been living with.
You sat idly as he scooted in closer to you, spreading his legs out and pulled one of yours onto his before he rubbed up and back the length of it. He kept making lewd comments about your body as if you weren't there, and you laughed along with any joke he told, your eyes never leaving your neatly folded hands that sat in your lap.
Yoongi was disgusted as he watched the man claiming to "own" you continue to do whatever he wanted to you, touch you and speak to and about you as he pleased. Yoongi could see why Hoseok had sent him over here, and it wasn’t just because of a slick comment. He’d always been more ballsy and ready to take more risks than Hoseok had, never really willing to stand for any bullshit, and this was most certainly included in that.
You were sitting opposite each other, his eyes sneaking glances at you anytime Zeke looked away. The small talk had ended, and Zeke stood to go get the money from his bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. As soon as he was out of earshot, you spoke.
“You're a friend of Hoseok's’?” Yoongi nodded softly, a little taken back by your sudden friendliness. Zeke had stopped letting you be alone with Hoseok, so it had been weeks since you’d spoken with anyone. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s really good, he just couldn’t make it today. Scheduling conflict, you know how it is,” You nodded and smiled, moving your eyes back and forth between the hallways and Yoongi.
“Would you tell him I said hi?” Yoongi nodded his head, brow furrowed as he pulled his phone out.
“If you want, I could give you his phone number,” You very quickly shook your head, still looking at the hallway behind Yoongi to keep an eye out for Zeke.
“No, I don’t have a phone–”
“You don’t have a phone?” You bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as Yoongi eyed you.
“Just tell him I'm okay,” You fell back into the couch as you heard Zeke walking back down the hallway. Yoongi followed suit, quickly busying himself with his phone. He pulled up Hoseok’s contact and started typing as Zeke sat back down.
You said he was an asshole, not a fucking dictator–
“What’d I miss?” Zeke asked as he sat, beginning to count his money.
“Not much; Hoseok texted. Wanted me to apologize for him not being here again,” Zeke gave a half-hearted smile, looking back at you to make sure your eyes were still down, that you were still behaving.
“It’s fine, Hoseok’s an old friend of mine. We go way back, he’ll just owe me one,” Zeke threw the counted money onto the table that separated them, before his hand went to your thigh, slightly lifting the material of the skirt you had been wearing to reveal the edge of a giant purple and black bruise on your thigh. He squeezed down onto it, turning a loving gesture into something that made Yoongi’s blood boil.
Fuck it.
Yoongi pulled the weed out of his pocket and threw it down onto the table next to the money and stood, hands in his pockets as he spoke calmly.
"Your shits free if you let her leave with me," Zeke looked back and forth between the two of you, your head down as you could feel the anger beginning to radiate off of him, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.
"What the fuck are you talking about man? What the fuck did you do?" He turned to look at you, his voice coming out a muffled growl as he tried to scare you into answering him.
"I said," Yoongi spoke up again, this time as he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans, switching the safety off as he pointed it at Zeke’s head. "Your shits free if you let her come with me."
Dealer (1) - myg
Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.
Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader
Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut
Warnings: Zeke is a red flag, Hoseok is a drug dealer, Yoongi is a drug dealer, Weed, measurements, prices, and the selling of weed, Hoseok is extremely concerned with y/n, guns :)
Referenced: manipulation, psychological abuse, implied physical abuse, self-harm.
Word count: 2.8k
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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.
He was so sweet at first. He made you feel seen for the first time in your life; like someone actually wanted to see you, to spend time with you without any other motive. He made you feel important, made you feel special. For the first time in your life, you felt beautiful and appreciated and loved; and he was the reason for it.
So when he was rushing the relationship along, you had no problems with it. Not when he asked for your number the night you met. Not when you went on your first date the next day. Not when he showed up at your job every night you worked, or when he asked you to spend the night at his place a week after your first date, because he was too tired to make sure you had gotten home safe. He was just looking out for you, after all.
He was making every part of your life revolve around him, and you just thought it was him being in love with you.
You were fine with it when he rushed you into a sexual relationship with him, and you were fine with it when he wanted you to move in with him. Your apartment building wasn’t safe, someone could break in, there were shootings in that neighborhood all the time. He needed to keep you safe.
It only took him 2 months from the day you met to get you living with him, sleeping in his bed every night, letting him use you and your body in whatever way he’d wanted, because this is what love is, right? Two months after that, you weren’t allowed to have your job anymore. There were too many men that looked at you at the bar you were waitress at. Too many men who’d ask for your number, too many men trying to grab you, trying to talk to you, trying to fuck you.
They all wanted you, and you were just too stupid to see it. You were naive and sweet and innocent, and all those men all wanted one thing from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, no, not at all. He couldn’t trust them, what they’d do to you in your fragile state. You were still healing from trauma, even if before you had met him, you would have considered yourself mostly healed.
The urge to start self-harming again came up so often, even if you hadn’t done it in years. You couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head as you were isolated in his house, not allowed to leave unless he came with you. Not allowed to talk to anyone, not without permission anyways.
You’d do anything for him, and the way he loved you. The way he’d bring you so high up, just to take it all away, leaving you drowning, begging for his love again, for his gentle praise and his hands on you. You needed him, and he had you just where he wanted you.
The only person you’d ever seen aside from him was Hoseok. Hoseok was his weed dealer. He’d come to the house once a week stay for a little, have a conversation and maybe smoke a little before he left, a bright smile on his face as he went. You loved these little weekly visits, as they were the only time you got to see someone other than Zeke. Not that you didn’t like spending time with him, but it was nice to see someone new.
Hoseok however, hated coming over to sell to Zeke.
It wasn’t something he’d ever minded in the past, having been his dealer for a few years now, but it started to get worse and worse whenever he’d met you.
Hoseok was there the day Zeke had first noticed you, weeks before he’d officially introduced himself to you. The bar you used to work at was a place they’d frequented. They’d party there together, or just go to hang out for a little on the weekends, but he could immediately tell a difference in him from the second he saw you.
It was easy to ignore the differences in him, as Hoseok was never the biggest fan. Mostly just hanging out with someone who bought from him a lot to make sure he kept a customer.
But he really loved when he started talking to you, because you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He loved spending time with you, not that he was interested in you; you were just sweet and funny, always good company.
But then, things started changing. Changing fast.
He’d be excited to meet Zeke at the bar, hoping you’d be their waitress so he could talk to you some more. But then you stopped working there. Fine, fine, he usually met Zeke in his apartment anyways and you were there most of the time, so he’d still get to see you, your bubbly personality and your bright smile always shining through as soon as you saw him.
But you wouldn’t smile as much, and when you did, it was never quite as bright as it had been when you first met. You didn’t tell as many jokes or laugh at many of his. You wore baggier clothes and curled yourself up into a ball on the couch next to Zeke, who seemed to treat you more like a pet than a girlfriend.
You looked at him when you wanted to speak, as if asking permission. That was when he couldn’t handle it anymore. He watched you go from one of the most lively, outgoing, charismatic, and sweetest people he’d ever met to a lifeless husk, barely strong enough to have any original thoughts.
He’d watched this man ruin your life in less than a year, and he did absolutely nothing to stop it.
Any time he tried to talk to you when Zeke wasn’t there, try to figure out what was going on, if there was any way he could help you, Zeke would always show back up just as he felt he was getting somewhere. He’d show back up and push you back the hall, out of sight.
As if no longer seeing you meant he hadn’t previously seen the bruises peeking out of the holes in your jeans.
So, he stopped going when Zeke texted him. Made up excuses every time so he wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that always surrounded him when he saw you.
He decided to talk about it with one of his good friends one day when they were hanging out at the bar you used to work at. Zeke had messaged him, asking if he was around and Hoseok sighed loudly at the sight of his number appearing in his phone. His gaze narrowed down at the screen before he clenched his jaw and clicked off his phone, tossing it back down onto the table in front of him before he leaned his elbows on the table, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth as his leg bounced under the table.
“Who’s got you so pissed off, Hoba?” Yoongi cocked his brow as he took a drink, eyeing his usually level-headed friend. Hoseok closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before he let his hands fall back down, hands gripping onto his beer and swirling it around the frosty glass.
“Just this guy I stopped selling to,” he didn’t bring his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s, knowing if he did he’d have to elaborate. Yoongi didn’t push him any further, but Hoseok decided he wanted to share it anyway. “Zeke, the one whose girlfriend used to work here,” Yoongi nodded, vaugly remembering the name and waitress. Hoseok had pointed you out to him a time or two when you still worked here, but it had been a while.
Hoseok thought for a second, about to proceed with telling Yoongi all about you, and how he felt bad for not saying something to someone sooner, but he stopped himself.
Yoongi was also a dealer, and a much more high-profile one at that. He always carried around a gun and had no problem telling people off, especially if they were buying anything less than a QP, and Zeke never bought more than an ounce at a time.
If he just told him about you, Yoongi would just say “yeah, that sucks” and they’d move on. But if he saw it....
Maybe he could try to pawn Zeke off on Yoongi. Get Zeke off his back, and when Yoongi saw you, he’d no doubt do something.
So, that’s exactly what he did.
“I heard him say something slick to her the last time I was there. Nothing serious, just not someone I’d really want to associate with, you know?” Yoongi nodded again, knowing how likely this story was considering how pissed off Hoseok had been only moments ago. “Maybe you could sell to him? Just once at least, so I can figure out whether I can afford to drop him or not,”
Yoongi thought for a second, trying to remember how much weed he still had before going to his distributer next week.
“How much does he need?” Hoseok unlocked his phone and opened the conversation with Zeke.
“An ounce, I usually charge him 250,”
“Tell him I’ll charge 275, but I can be at his place in an hour,” Hoseok nodded and sent Zeke the text, which he thankfully had the money and was willing to pay it.
“Just texted you his address, though you can be a little late, he’s kind of a dick anyways,”
-
Yoongi didn't like the look of you when he walked through the door.
He didn't like that you looked so goddamn stiff, uncomfortable even as soon as you saw him.
At first, he thought it was him making you uncomfortable; you judging him, a man you did not know for being there. But Yoongi didn't need to be there for more than two minutes before he realized that it wasn't him making you nervous. No, but the guy that had taken a seat next to you, the guy whose house you had been in. The guy you had been living with.
You sat idly as he scooted in closer to you, spreading his legs out and pulled one of yours onto his before he rubbed up and back the length of it. He kept making lewd comments about your body as if you weren't there, and you laughed along with any joke he told, your eyes never leaving your neatly folded hands that sat in your lap.
Yoongi was disgusted as he watched the man claiming to "own" you continue to do whatever he wanted to you, touch you and speak to and about you as he pleased. Yoongi could see why Hoseok had sent him over here, and it wasn’t just because of a slick comment. He’d always been more ballsy and ready to take more risks than Hoseok had, never really willing to stand for any bullshit, and this was most certainly included in that.
You were sitting opposite each other, his eyes sneaking glances at you anytime Zeke looked away. The small talk had ended, and Zeke stood to go get the money from his bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. As soon as he was out of earshot, you spoke.
“You're a friend of Hoseok's’?” Yoongi nodded softly, a little taken back by your sudden friendliness. Zeke had stopped letting you be alone with Hoseok, so it had been weeks since you’d spoken with anyone. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s really good, he just couldn’t make it today. Scheduling conflict, you know how it is,” You nodded and smiled, moving your eyes back and forth between the hallways and Yoongi.
“Would you tell him I said hi?” Yoongi nodded his head, brow furrowed as he pulled his phone out.
“If you want, I could give you his phone number,” You very quickly shook your head, still looking at the hallway behind Yoongi to keep an eye out for Zeke.
“No, I don’t have a phone–”
“You don’t have a phone?” You bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as Yoongi eyed you.
“Just tell him I'm okay,” You fell back into the couch as you heard Zeke walking back down the hallway. Yoongi followed suit, quickly busying himself with his phone. He pulled up Hoseok’s contact and started typing as Zeke sat back down.
You said he was an asshole, not a fucking dictator–
“What’d I miss?” Zeke asked as he sat, beginning to count his money.
“Not much; Hoseok texted. Wanted me to apologize for him not being here again,” Zeke gave a half-hearted smile, looking back at you to make sure your eyes were still down, that you were still behaving.
“It’s fine, Hoseok’s an old friend of mine. We go way back, he’ll just owe me one,” Zeke threw the counted money onto the table that separated them, before his hand went to your thigh, slightly lifting the material of the skirt you had been wearing to reveal the edge of a giant purple and black bruise on your thigh. He squeezed down onto it, turning a loving gesture into something that made Yoongi’s blood boil.
Fuck it.
Yoongi pulled the weed out of his pocket and threw it down onto the table next to the money and stood, hands in his pockets as he spoke calmly.
"Your shits free if you let her leave with me," Zeke looked back and forth between the two of you, your head down as you could feel the anger beginning to radiate off of him, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.
"What the fuck are you talking about man? What the fuck did you do?" He turned to look at you, his voice coming out a muffled growl as he tried to scare you into answering him.
"I said," Yoongi spoke up again, this time as he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans, switching the safety off as he pointed it at Zeke’s head. "Your shits free if you let her come with me."
death valley finale (dark v.) | part 3 (m) | teaser
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 teaser smut ft: jimin x reader wc: 1k
genre: smut. yandere. thriller. mafia!au rockstar!au
teaser warnings: penetrative sex, groping, breast play, choking, praise, heavy drug & alcohol use, implied masochism, rough sex, implied oral sex, implied illicit photography, manipulation, brief suggestion of death
a/n: i know ive been really busy so heres a little sneak peek teaser type thing. im really so sorry for the delay but hope you enjoy this in the meanwhile!
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 of his hottub. 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 down your body, licking all the way to your cunt. A man deprived. A man with unquenchable desire. 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, high off your sweet arousal. 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.
“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. "Fuckkk baby”, 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. Right?
Your heart dropped, a pair of eyes invading your memory as yours fluttered shut. The sly smile of a man who petrified you. Who adored you. Who would do anything to get his hands on you. You were a prisoner to him, and he was trapped inside your head.
Pushing the thoughts out of your head as fast as they came, your refocused onto Jimin. “Fuck me harder” You whined, hands finding his so that you could pull them to your neck “Please Jimin…please I need you so bad”
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 faded. 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 Namjoon’s 30 missed calls.
Too drunk to comprehend two simple words flashing on your phone screen before it too slipped off the ledge:
Yoongi’s dead.
series navi | masterlist | scream in my asks
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
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 |
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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