RESPECT DUDE, RESPECT.

RESPECT DUDE, RESPECT.

Happy Birthday to my boo boo bear… look at him slaying with his lazy attire and snapbacks. Very handsome… those perfect forehead is killing me softly. 😍😍😍

I feel like I'm dying....😂😂😂 so rude!

When will be the update? Im patiently waiting authornim. 😂😂😂 im just so excited. 😄

bad | 06

↳ he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you’d never think of him with anything but hatred, ever. you were sure of it. completely sure.

TITLE: bad | 06

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

WORDS: 5 125

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.

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Wanted - Jungkook scenario (angst/fluffy/ slight smut) - PART 3

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Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature Word count: 2621

Jungkook left his phone aside, as he sat on his bed, looking through his bedroom window. It was raining, wind blowing. He takes a deep breath staring through the window. Cold hands wrap around his body, making his head turn to side. “What’s wrong?” she said putting her chin on his shoulder “It’s nothing” he said putting his hands on hers and moving them away from his body —

“Who the…” you kept looking at the message wondering should you answer, ask who is that. Tae, 8:30AM: Where are you? You, 8:30AM: I fell asleep, I’ll come to school soon Tae, 8:31AM: Okay, I just want to talk to you You turn off your phone, leaving it in your pocket and kept on walking towards school. Spotting Jungkook and his girlfriend making out was no surprise. You sigh and just walk pass them. Taehyung was leaning against your locker, waiting for you. Looking to side to side to see if you’re anywhere near. Soon as he saw you walking down the hallway, he smiled. “Oh hey” you smiled “Hey” he spread his hands and you look at him “Oh come on” he tilts his head, you just smiled and hugged him. “What you wanted to talk-“ “Tae!” you hear a very familiar voice “Whats up” Taehyung looks at Jungkook “Come with me, I need to show you something.” He said and looks at you while you were putting your stuff in your locker. “I’m kind of busy right now.” Taehyung said Jungkook laughed and throws his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders “Busy with her? Woow” “What is that supposed to mean?” you turn around looking at Jungkook with your eyebrow raised “That you are so easy to get” Jungkook looks up and down at you “Fuck you asshole” you push him and he grabs your wrist “You better stop because it will end ugly” he said to your ear and let’s go off your wrist “Be with your “girl”. I’ll see you later” Jungkook looks at Taehyung and walks away You still were pissed off at Jungkook. You need to keep up your game and stay strong. He’ll come back to you on the end, you know it. He’s not that strong as he looks like. He’s a tough guy from the outside but inside he’s weak, actually has feelings but never wants to show them. When he wants something, he’ll get it. But not this time. He’s going to realize that not every girl is like that. Just because all he wants is sex, he needs to realize also that to get into someone’s pants, you need to try and flirt, but that won’t work on you. Even thought you had best time with him that night. You need and are proving that you’re not that easy going. Most of all, make him see that he’s not the only guy that looks good. During break, you were already in the classroom being on your phone. You kept looking at the message from the unknown number. You just turn off your phone and leave it.

— Few days later —

“Jungkook.” You took a deep breath and stood next to him He looks up at you. “What do you want?” he spoke and his girlfriend chuckles “I need to talk to you. In private” you said “I’ll come back baby” Jungkook kisses her cheek and stands up walking with you

“So?” he raised his eyebrows as two of you stood in one corner. “I got this message. Like days ago. Look” you open the message and show it to him Jungkook’s heart started to beat faster. He reads the message and looks at you. “What with it?” he tried to be cold as possible “I don’t know why. But, I thought maybe you sent it?” you look at his eyes Jungkook kept staring at you, keeping the shook face. “Why would I even send you anything? Are you fucking stupid?” he points at his head “Okay I just asked-“ “Do you think I am like crazy about you or something?” he cuts you off “The way you been acting, yes.” Jungkook shuts up for a second and looks at you. He didn’t even know how to feel in that moment. “If I was crazy about you, you’ll be in my bed now” he spoke “I don’t think so” you laughed out loud in his face “But I do. I think I’ll be all over in your head and you’ll just come to me” he smirks “Exactly the opposite. I am right now, in your head and you will come to me again.” You smiled and tapped his chest walking away

Jungkook turns around, looking at you walking away. He was pissed off. “Babe!” his girlfriend walks up to him “Don’t touch me.” He said She stops for a moment, looking at him in shock. He never said something like that to her before. “Jungkook-“ she tried again but he moves her hands away “I said don’t fucking touch me.” Jungkook said coldly and walks away

Tae, 2:09PM: Do you want to hang out? Tae, 2:10PM: Maybe at my place? You, 2:10PM: Sure

You throw your phone aside and get up to get some outfit on. Quickly you got done and head to Taehyung’s house. In about 30 minutes you were there. You knocked on the door and he opened the door. “Come in” he smiled and closed the door after you came in “Are your parents here?” you whisper “Nah, I am alone… Well not anymore” he smiles and kisses your cheek Taehyung and you were in his room cuddling. His fingertips slowly ran up and down and around your thigh. You take a breath, because you liked what he is doing. Leaving your phone aside, you turn towards Taehyung and come on top of him. “Oh what’s thiss?” he smirks You smiled and lean down to kiss him. Seconds later you kissed him more passionate. He cups your face and licks your bottom lip for permission. You let his tongue do his work. Taehyung’s hands slide down your waist and hips, grabbing onto them. Slowly you start grinding, as you made out. “Ah fuck” he said between the kisses He throws his arms around your waist and pulls you off him, and he’s on top of you. His lips right away attacked your neck, leaving hickeys. You kept breathing heavy. Taehyung looks at you, two of you kept looking at each other for a moment. “What?” you asked “Nothing, just can’t get enough of how beautiful you are” You smiled and grab his face, pulling him into a kiss again. Two of you made out, Tae’s hands were all over your body. Phone starts ringing. “What the fuck!” Taehyung pulls away and throws his head back being annoyed. He leans to reach the phone. “Who is it?” “Jungkook.” He said and answers All he kept saying is “Mhm” to everything Jungkook said. “And you did that?” Taehyung said and moves away from you, sitting on the edge of the bed “I am kind of busy right now” he said “I need a friend right now.” Jungkook spoke “Since you cared anyway?” Taehyung asked “With who are you busy?” “A friend” Taehyung said and looks over at you, with you looking at him and listening “That friend has a name..” “It’s Y/N” Taehyung takes a breath “You FUCKING her!? Oh no way man” Jungkook was shocked, but when he said he’s with you. It was a strange feeling in his chest, something like a huge jealously. But he didn’t want to believe in it. He denied. “No, we ain’t fucking.” He rolls his eyes and stands up “See you already forgot about her” he added “I thought bros before hoes” Jungkook said “Jungkook-“ “Nah it’s fine. Whatever man. Have fun” he said and hangs up “Jungkook broke up with his girlfriend and now needs someone to talk to.” Taehyung explains looking at you “I’ll go home, you go and see if he’s fine” you said “No. I don’t want you to go” “Tae. Even though we both know he’s not that much of heartbroken. Still he’s your friend” you stood up and kissed his neck softly “We’ll do this some other time” you smiled taking your stuff

Taehyung later on got to Jungkook’s place. He was in his bed, on his phone. “On a mission to get another girl already?” Taehyung teased and smiled “Nah just deleting pictures who are not good” Jungkook smiled and left his phone aside, sitting up “So Y/N huh?” Jungkook pushes Taehyung’s shoulder “We aren’t in a relationship or anything” he said laughing “It’s funny tho” Jungkook said “Why?” “I fucked her first. And now she with you. Something is wrong here” “Nothing is wrong, she knows you’re a dick so…” Taehyung raised his shoulders “What if she just playing a game where she is trying to make me jealous just because she’s with you?” Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. Taehyung refused that. “She wouldn’t. She hates you.” he said “But you’re lucky. Getting that body of hers. You can touch it. Fuck her” “It feels like you obsessed with her” “I am not. Just happy for you” Jungkook smiled and tapped his back “And um, too bad I won’t have anyone now.” He added Taehyung laughed shaking his head “You’ll have another one in a day”

— You, 6:00PM: Who is this? You bit your lip and waited for an answer. Unknown number, 6:02PM: Guess it. You, 6:02PM: Little ass called Jungkook Unknown number, 6:03PM: Got me. Unknown number, 6:03PM: Btw my ass is fucking amazing so. You laughed You, 6:04PM: Why didn’t you just say it was you? Unknown number, 6:04PM: I was drunk that night

Jungkook bit his lip, he had to lie. But he was happy for you finally answering his message. He’s winning.

Unknown number, 6:05PM: So forget about it. You, 6:05PM: If you were drunk, from who you got the number? Unknown number, 6:05PM: you ask so many fucking questions Unknown number, 6:06PM: just remember you have a lot of friends, so it wasn’t a problem You, 6:06PM: It’s funny how you act cold and heartless towards me, but you actually want to talk to me. Awww You, 6:06PM: you have a heart Unknown number, 6:07PM: shut up You, 6:07PM: You shut up Unknown number, 6:07PM: I will Unknown number, 6:08PM: but you might moan a little You roll your eyes and throw your head back. You hate, but love this situation. But you need to keep your game going, you can’t give up. Unknown number, 6:10PM: what, you don’t know what to say You, 6:10PM: what do you want Jungkook Unknown number, 6:11PM: you in my bed and fuckin grinding ontop of me You, 6:11PM: find someone else to do that to you Unknown number, 6:11PM: I know you want to do that too tho

You lick your lips and just leave the message on read. “Fuck.” You said to yourself and leave the phone.

— In middle of the night. You heard knocks on your bedroom window. Opening your eyes, your heart was beating really fast. You were so scared. You slowly look up and see a familiar face. “Oh my God” you said in a relief You walk over to the window opening it. Taehyung jumps in. “You fucking scared the hell out of me!” you slap his arm and he laughs “I’m sorry” he hugs you “You’re all wet” you laughed pushing him away “Well rain started when I was like half way to your place” “Let me get you a towel and I’ll grab a shirt and sweats from my brother” “You have a brother?!” Taehyung raised an eyebrow and you nod your head walking in your bathroom, taking a towel. You throw it to Taehyung and he catches it smiling at you. While you were sneaking in your brothers room, Taehyung walked around you room. Looking at your pictures on the desk, interesting stuff you had. “Here” you said closing the door “Thanks” he said and takes off his wet T-shirt off. You look but then look away, taking your phone in your hands. “I know you want to look” Taehyung said and you look up at him and he had a smirk on his face You smiled, shaking your head. You take a pillow and throw it in his face. Taehyung laughed and puts the T-shirt on. “I’ll change my pants in bathroom” he laughed “That is actually a good idea” you laugh Moments later he came out and walks to the bed. He climbs on top of you by surprise and kisses you. “Why did you came here in middle of the night?” you pull away and look at his eyes while your index finger runs down his jawline “I wanted to talk.” He gets off you and sits down “About what?” “Would you ever, be a girl who would use a guy just to get another guy?” his eyes slowly meet yours. It looked like he was nervous. Afraid of an answer. You lick your lips and look at the floor. “Y/N come on, don’t tell me it’s true?” he spoke “It’s not.” You lied “You’re lying.” His voice was serious “Where did you get such an stupid idea from?” you laugh “Jungkook told me that today. He said what if you’re only being with me just to make him jealous” he points “Taehyung-“ you said “I can’t believe this shit. How could I ever fall for something like this?” he laughed and stands up “I never meant or wanted to use you-“ “Oh shut up with your fucking lies. I never expected for you, that you are such a liar” You lick your lips and look down from his gaze. “If you want him that bad, he’s fucking there. Waiting for any girl now” you could hear in his voice that he’s getting pissed off “I don’t want to be used!” you look up at him “Why the fuck you want him then!? Is it because of that night?” “I had strange feelings for him for a while. I can’t get over him. I am sorry Taehyung” “He got into your head, when he does that you’re done. He’s already fucking using you don’t you fucking get it?” Taehyung stared at you “All the attention he has given you, or like tried talking to you, it was just to get to you! Get your mind straight here. If you ever let him in, you’re fucked! He doesn’t care Y/N!” he kept talking “By using a guy just so you can get more attention, it’s fucking stupid you know. I can’t believe you.” He added “I am sorry.” You looked down feeling broken Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair. “I thought we actually had something, you know?” he spoke quietly and opened the window “No Tae don’t go” you stood up and grabbed his arm “Just let me go Y/N.” he looks at you and gets out through the window You sat on bed, with your hands on your head. You felt like crying but tears just wouldn’t come out. Phone buzzed and you had a new message, you hope it’s from Taehyung. You actually liked him, and you forget about the situation and what are you doing for a moment when you are with him. Unknown number, 3:48AM: I win, you lose baby. Unknown number, 3:48AM: did you really think I couldn’t figure it out? That this all was a game?

You leave your phone and lay back, being upset. You never wanted this to happen. Now you are a bad guy here.

this is so good and lovely. Cold but sweet. Awwww

A mission with Yoongi

Genre: Smut

Tags: kinky sex / dominating Yoongi / orgasm denial / swearing/ sex talk

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Related fics (not necessary to read them in order to enjoy this story)

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Third part:  Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Setting: A background story depicting the relationship of Min Yoongi and the sister of the head of a mafia organisation. Both of you are sent on a mission and forced to play out the roles of husband and wife.

Characters:

You: The sister of the boss of a mafia organisation. 

Min Yoongi: A genius hacker and a hit man. Due to some unfortunate events, your relationship with him can be best described as the mixture of love and hate. He’s a member of the same mafia organisation, which makes him your fellow co-worker. One day you’re both sent on a mission and forced to pretend to be happily married. 

“Fucking shit-head,” you spit out while adjusting your dress.

It might be a bit too tight and it rolls up every now and then, exposing even more of your flesh. “Why him, of all people?” your hands gently running through the locks of beautiful long hair and then you freeze. Flashbacks from the past, the day when you first met Min Yoongi, creep into your head all over again. It’s like an endless cycle of trying to ignore his malicious presence that threatens your sanity and ability to think straight each and every day.

 “Fucking impossible,” you hiss, fixing up the dress for the umpteenth time, this time around your boobs area. It’s maybe not as much that he is a complete jerk and bastard. He really can be sweet, for example to your sister. Yes, he certainly can. Your sister is his boss and he looks up to her, also, they seem to be pretty fond of each other and it’s all perfectly fine. You can understand it all. She is the boss of a Mafia organisation and he’s just been doing his job, doing it pretty well, if you were to admit, resulting in their friendly bond. They hit it off pretty well, though. Something that you can’t really say about you and Yoongi. Some time ago, maybe a year or so… 

“Has it been such a long time already? Gosh,” you ponder out loud.

 But yes, indeed, it must have been a year since that day when you were given orders to kill one, particularly nasty and uncontrollable, associate of your sister’s organisation. Yeah, usual stuff. Find the guy, corner him when he least expects it, and then get rid of him, in a most cautious and quiet manner. Nobody wants to deal with problematic shit, for sure not your lovely sister. The thing is, on the way you encountered some bothersome issue, something that can be exactly labelled as problematic shit. The night when you stepped into the house of the soon-to-be-dead guy, you knew you weren’t alone in this lavishly decorated villa. Somebody else was there, not a member of the target’s family, maid, hooker, whatever, it was another hit-man. A very wily and clever one, to put it lightly. You weren’t exactly sure who was his target. At some point it crossed your mind that he could’ve been after you, but no, it wasn’t the case. The two of you finally confronted each other in the living room, two bullets killing the guy immediately. You aimed for his heart, while the black-clad stranger chose to drill a hole in his head. Disgusting…

 “Crazy mother fucker,” you still cringe at the memory. 

Anyway, the moment when the guy collapsed on the ground drawing his last breaths, you and that intruder stood motionless for a couple of seconds to assess one another’s intentions. You remember that at this point your mind was completely blank. Without much thinking, you pulled the trigger, but this sneaky little bastard must have anticipated your hasty decision cause he ducked down and then jumped in your direction, landing basically on you and immediately straddling you. His grip was strong. What really puzzled you back then was the fact that he didn’t kill you, although he really could have just taken out his gun and make a hole in your head, same as he did with this unfortunate guy. It would have been easy, taking into account your shitty mistake. Yeah… He really got you there. Something he’s been continuously reminding you about on every possible occasion. You were struggling for some time, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and somehow maybe still come out completely unscathed of this crappy situation. Not much time had passed, though, and then you heard the sounds of the police sirens. Both of you realising that the party was over, and that it was high time to clear out, ASAP. He let go of you and chuckled a little. You couldn’t see his face because of the balaclava, but without a single doubt he must have been smirking like a fucking madman. He sprang to his feet and run away using one of the back doors. You followed his lead and got the hell out of that place. He was nowhere to be seen, though. You simply lost his track. The mission was a complete fiasco. Sure, the guy was dead, but due to the mess that thwarted your plans you didn’t manage to fulfil the orders completely. You didn’t bring back with you the set of jewellery that had been your sister’s object of desire. Before kicking the bucket, the targeted guy committed one single, but what a grave mistake. The mistake that ultimately cost him his life. He robbed your sister of that fancy necklace and earrings, hoping to get away with it.

 “What a fucking imbecile,” you mutter to yourself, applying a red lipstick on your lips. 

More memories of the past events flowing into your head, and sadly, you have to admit that you really fucked it all up. The outcome was that you didn’t retrieve that necklace. Worse even, you were fucking out-fooled by some other hired killer. And later, it obviously turned out that it had been none other than Min Yoongi. You still remember the day when he appeared in your sister’s office carrying a little silk drawstring bag in his hand. He introduced himself as the man who… Oh my God… Your fist clench at the sheer reminiscence of his self-confident rant.

He said that he was “the man who is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up.” 

He was standing there, looking deeply into your sister’s eyes. Then, he showed you the bag, ostentatiously waving it in front of your faces.

“Do you want to have what`s inside?” he asked. 

Your sister didn’t respond, keenly observing his actions.

“Do you?” he nagged, opening the bag in order to take out the stolen necklace. At this very moment your sister’s eyes were shining just as bright as this breathtaking piece of jewellery. 

“Let me work for you and I’ll give you this and many other things,” he offered, smiling cunningly.

And she agreed. Yes, she fucking agreed. As a consequence, this overconfident prick and annoying jerk, Min Yoongi, has become your co-worker. He has been a member of the gang for almost a year now, pissing you off whenever he just as much as appears in sight. Not to mention the moments when he opens that dirty mouth of his. To your misfortune, he’s one of the most trustworthy people here, and certainly does his job extraordinary well. He’s so full of himself that sometimes you just want to tear him to pieces and make that shitty smirk fade away once and for all, but you can’t. He’s supposed to be your partner, duh. 

“Over my dead body,” the thought flashes through your head, making you frown and cringe. 

You’re also painfully aware of the fact that Min Yoongi occupies your head all the fucking time. An unpleasant and self-loathing feeling creeps over your entire being. You can’t help thinking about him. It’s like the more you try to control yourself the more difficult it becomes. The truth is, you aren’t exactly a good girl. No, not at all. You’ve always teased guys and made them chase you, only to leave them hanging in the end, when you decided you’ve had enough of them. You simply love the feeling of being in power, seeing guys on their knees, ready to cater to all of your whims. Min Yoongi, though… He’s been persistently ignoring you and your presence, something that you’re not exactly used to. He behaves as if he didn’t give a single fuck about you, mocking you all the time and teasing whenever the occasion allows for some little chit-chat. You hate him so much. You despise every single thing about him, and yet… Yet, you keep thinking about him, and it’s all his fault. You know the exact source of your distress. He’s been giving you a roller-coaster ride, being a complete dumb-ass one day and then casually complimenting the way you look the other. Sometimes you’re not even sure if it’s a compliment. He’s been so sly and smug about everything and the way he approaches you that it’s fucking unbelievable. Another flashback troubles your pretty head. The night when he came to your room and kissed you. 

He fucking kissed you. He gripped you roughly to keep you still, and then he fucking kissed you. You were so speechless and utterly shocked you didn’t even know how to react. The kiss was oddly delicate, and should you say, affectionate even? He barely brushed his lips over yours and the grip on your shoulders suddenly became even tighter. He stopped for a moment and then softly licked your lower lip, asking for permission. You let him. You let him do that and shortly afterwards he was pressing you to the wall, kissing fondly and greedily. When both of you were short of breath, he let go, arms still wrapped around you. The look on your face must have been absolutely ridiculous because he laughed out loud, not being able to hold in his amusement.

“You can now close your mouth, silly. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore today,” he whispered tenderly, placing a finger on your lips.

The smug smirk on his face then… You’re going to remember it till the end of your days. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you are completely oblivious to Yoongi’s presence in the room. You jump, startled by the deep and rough tone of his voice that breaks the silence in the bathroom. 

“My wife wouldn’t ever wear such indecent clothes,” he comments mockingly, eyeing up your figure from head to toes.

“Oh, really?” you question, looking at him and trying to hide your state of surprise. You continue, facing him, “Do I really have to say it out loud how much I care about your thoughts on my fashion choice?” 

He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Personally, I think it is not much of a fashion choice if you wear clothes that barely cover your ass.” A smirk follows. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again, announcing, “No fucks given, Yoongi. Not even a single one.”

He teasingly keeps on bringing up the main idea behind your mission tonight, that is - you and Yoongi pretending to be a happily married couple, attending to a party organised by your gang’s foe so as to steal some data from his private laptop. You lure the guy to distract his attention, and in the meantime, Yoongi takes care of the laptop. Easy, in theory at least. 

He picks up the topic yet again, purposefully trying to anger you even more, “Please, don’t swear. It is not fit for a lady. Not to mention my wife.” He takes a couple of steps towards you, dangerously closing the distance between you. If he reached out with his hand now he would easily manage to scoop you into his arms. 

“Oh, my. You’re so in character tonight, Yoongi. Does the thought of being my husband excite you so much?” you retort, pretending to be busy with fixing up your hair. 

“Who knows? If I worked a bit on that foul mouth of yours then maybe you wouldn’t turn out to be half bad?” he wonders out loud, staring at your expression in the mirror. 

“For fuck`s sake, why does it have to be you of all people? Couldn’t I go on that mission with Jungkook, or Tae Tae?” you whine  while washing your hands, “Anybody, just not you, dammit.” You pull at the towel angrily, wanting to dry your hands. 

“Maybe we’re meant to be? Try to think about this that way,” he chuckles. “I’d rather die a virgin than be with a jerk like…,” you don’t finish your sentence because the moment you feel Yoongi’s hot breath on the nape of your neck your mouth goes dry. Your hands frantically grip on the washbasin when he abruptly tugs on the hem of your dress in an attempt to cover your ass. You would surely lose balance if not for Yoongi’s rough grip on your hips. Nails digging into your skin and then he hisses into your ear, “I told you to cover it up, didn’t I?” He breathes out, annoyed and then takes a step back. Your body shivers a little. He keeps on observing you attentively in the mirror and then he says, “I’m waiting in the car. We’re going to be late if you continue dolling up like that.” He gives you one last look and then turns around, aiming for the door. When you’re left alone in the bathroom you can feel your legs giving up. You slide down and end up sitting on the cold tiles.

The chauffeur opens up the door of the black Bentley as soon as he notices you going down the stairs. You get into the car, sitting right next to Yoongi on the back seat. 

“I’m sure you’re aware how much depends on our close cooperation tonight,” he clears his throat and then carries on talking, “I’ll need you to divert his attention for approximately 10 minutes… Yeah, I think it should suffice.” The driver starts the engine and your body slightly rocks to the back. Yoongi resumes talking, “Providing, of course, that the guy will be stupid enough to leave his office unattended. If there are thugs keeping an eye on his shit then we’re fucked. And this will be most probably the case… Sometimes I wonder if we’re paid enough here. Your sister’s orders are getting more and more ridiculous.” 

“Wait a minute, dear husband. Aren’t you the man who ‘is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up’, hmm?” you question him, sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll be all fine, right?” you turn your face to smile gently at him. He is visibly amused by your back talk, but he doesn’t ease up on you, “As long as you make sure not to do more harm than good then yeah, I’d say we’ll most probably be all fine, Pretty face.” That seemingly affectionate pet name he’s just used to address you makes your blood boil. Your press your thighs unconsciously, doing your best to hold your emotions at bay. You promise yourself to pay him back by the end of that evening. You’ll turn the tables tonight, no matter at what cost.

When you arrive at the mansion, it quickly turns out that the place is virtually filled to the brim with the owner’s muscle-men. Not a very promising perspective, unfortunately. You’re sipping your drink at the bar when you feel somebody grabbing at your elbow. It is Yoongi. He drags you to the nearest secluded place and pulls you closer to him. 

“I’ve checked the office. It seems we’re going to have a huge problem to get there,” he informs you, looking around to double check if you’re all alone.

“Seems like it’s the moment for plan B,” you respond nonchalantly. 

“What plan B, Baby doll?” he asks, his pupils getting bigger. 

“Just make sure nobody interrupts me,” you shake of his hands and walk past him, disregarding yet another questionable nickname. 

He watchfully eyes your figure and cautiously follows your lead, keeping his distance. To his surprise, you openly approach the owner and initiate a friendly small talk. It doesn’t last long before he can clearly see, even from afar, that the guy is simply drooling over you. The last thing he registers is how you and your target disappear behind the door of the guy’s office. He swallows hard, his stomach clenching in an unpleasant manner. “Mr Min, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waitress politely offers him a drink, but he blurts out furiously, “Get the hell out of my sight, woman.” He walks away, clenching his fists.

Less than two hours later both of you arrive home, your purse hiding today’s mission loot- a pen drive containing data about the guy’s shady business. A victory. A tremendous success, even. All thanks to you. Yoongi can fuck himself. You walk into your bedroom and immediately collapse on the bed, satisfied. Yoongi enters just after you, loudly slamming the door behind him. 

“How did you get that data? I won’t repeat myself,” his voice as cold as ice. 

“In fact, you did anyway,” you start counting on fingers, “like three or four times already?” God, finally. Finally, you’re the one in control, having him in the palm of your hand. You’re fucking overjoyed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Min fucking Yoongi got what he deserved and you’re certainly going to savour this moment. “Yoongi, why are you so tensed? What happened to your good mood, darling? Tell me, you know you can confide in your wife,” you tease, riling him up even more. Hands gently brushing away some locks of hair that kept on tickling your neck. You flash the most bubbly smile you’re capable of making, eyes gazing into his.

“What the fuck is there on your neck?” he hisses out, making you jump on the bed in alarm.

“My neck?” you ask, totally unaware of the hickey. The look on his face sends a cold shiver down your spine. He comes up to you in three large steps. Your body unconsciously moves backwards, but he catches your elbow and forces you to get off the bed. His grip is so tight and forceful that you whimper in pain.

His nails bite into your arm and the sudden jerk makes you plead him to stop “Yoongi, please!”

“Did you let that bastard touch you?” he asks, doing his best to control his shaky voice. A vein on his forearm swells up, slowly changing its colour into a more bluish shade. 

“Did he fuck you?” he spits out through clenched teeth. 

“No, no, he didn’t. Please let me go!” you cry out, doing what you can to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only squeezes you tighter, bringing you close to his torso. Your eyes meet for what seems to be like an eternity. He looks hurt. You cannot believe in all of that. You want to look away, but he cups your chin with the other hand, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. Does he actually care about you?

He whispers dryly, “You’re now going to fucking tell me what happened in that stinking office and you’re going to give me even the smallest details. Do you understand, or do you want me to repeat?” 

You nod in response, deciding that perhaps now it’s not the time to carry on with the teasing. “Fine, you fucking psycho. I sweet-talked the guy and he took me to his office, hoping to get laid, I presume. When we were alone I teased him a little and…” you hesitate for a moment, thinking about the best way of saying things out loud, but Yoongi doesn’t appreciate this pause and rushes you to proceed with the answer, “And what?” he blurts out. 

“I can’t fucking believe it. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I let him kiss me once or twice and then I asked him for a drink. He nibbled at my neck one last time, probably leaving the hickey, and then got up with his ass to take care of the booze. For both of us. I was lucky, because he announced that he has to take a piss. I used my chance and I poured some shit into his drink. He gulped the entire thing at one go, so it didn’t take too long before he was sleeping on the couch like a fucking baby. What else do you wanna know? Eh? Is that detailed enough for you?” you’re almost breathless when you’re done with the story. Yoongi’s piercing gaze makes you feel anxious. What the fuck is wrong with him… You wish you could disappear from this place. His grip loosens a bit, but still, he’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek. He’s not that tensed anymore, as if a weight was lifted from his heart. 

“Is that supposed to convince me, Baby doll?” the tone of his voice slightly changes, “You’d have to try a little harder.” He smirks, mockingly. You suddenly miss the view from a couple of minutes ago. Insecure and jealous Yoongi is better than that cocky ass. Wait a minute… Is he really jealous? You are determined to check it now. 

“Actually, you can think what you want. Maybe he fucked me senseless on his fancy desk, maybe he didn’t. Who knows?” you smile playfully, “You have no way of telling.” Your words are like a red rag to a bull for Yoongi who must have run out of patience by now. He pushes you and then you land on the bed, completely bewildered. 

“What the fuck, Yoongi?” you snap at him, propping yourself on the elbows.

“If you are so unwilling to cooperate I, as your husband, feel compelled to examine the things personally,” he informs you while placing his knees on the bed. 

You want to pull both of your knees to your chest but he forcefully grasps your thighs in order to spread them. You blush, embarrassed and furious at the same time. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him off you. 

“I know a very efficient way of checking your faithfulness, darling. Just don’t fucking move for a moment. Could you, Baby doll?” he questions, tenderly. 

You want to punch him, but he grasps your hand and pulls you in for a kiss. You forget to breathe for a moment, obviously caught off guard. Unlike the first time, he is very rough and pushes his tongue inside your mouth, without waiting for your consent. His tongue expertly swirls around yours and then he seductively nibbles on your lower lip. He purrs softly, vibrations making you shiver in response. He’s very passionate, the tip of his tongue playfully rolls over yours. You melt into the kiss, mentally cursing Yoongi. Your arms are awkwardly spread on the sheets. What are you supposed to do? Hug him back? You are torn. He can’t possibly get to know how much you are enjoying this. Oh lord, but you’ve been itching to have him do dirty things to you for so long that you can’t take it anymore. His kisses are gradually getting more sloppy and desperate. A hand experimentally sneaking under your dress to fondle with the soft flesh of your thigh. His hand is so cold that it makes you squeak. Yoongi smirks into the kiss. He caresses your inner thigh in a circular movement, light strokes barely touching your skin, yet you involuntarily spread your thighs even wider. He takes that as an invitation and confidently pushes his entire finger into your tight pussy. You groan in pleasure, hands now roaming his body. He muffles your desperate moan with the kiss, but pulls away shortly after. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, totally gone at this point. 

“Baby doll, you’re so tight I seriously doubt that ‘he fucked me senseless’ option” he whispers breathily, lips brushing your earlobe and then he tugs at it with his teeth eliciting a whimper from you. He hooks his finger inside you, moving it in and out of your pussy. Your stomach clenches each and very time he hits the back walls of your vagina. You’re still a bit too dry for such a violent penetration, but he doesn’t seem to care at all and keeps going with sharp, deep strokes. His long finger goes all up inside you and then he puts his thumb on the very tip of your clit, brushing it gently. This is the exact moment when you lose all self-control and jerk your hips, wantonly fucking yourself on his finger. Strangled moans escape your lips as he goes on with the rubbing on this extremely sensitive organ while fingering you. He is in so deep that you can feel this familiar pressure just underneath your belly button. It hurts but you want it to be this way. He’s so violent and unforgiving. You raise your head a little and then you meet his piercing dark eyes, clouded with lust and anger. You look away, sheepishly. Face blushing all shades of red as you close your eyes, not being able to bear that intense gaze. He notices your insecurity and fondly rests his forehead on yours. You’re a bit stunned for a moment, obviously surprised at the affectionate gesture. Right then, he inserts a second finger and you arch your hips to help him a little. He smiles softly, so unlike his usual eat-shitting grin. He fingers you so well that soon enough you can hear these wet, sloppy sounds of your slit getting fucked. You’re sure that by now his finger and hand must be covered with your juices. You’re short of breath, wriggling underneath him as you chase your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around his finger. Just when you’re about to climax, Yoongi withdraws his finger and leaves your pussy clenching around thin air, hips jerking desperately into void. 

You try to grab him and force him to continue as he gets off the bed, but you can’t reach him. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you’re afraid he might actually hear it. In silence, he languidly moves in the direction of the door, which pushes you almost on the verge of tears. You call out his name, voice all shaky, “Yoon… Yoongi!” No response, though. You stand up from the bed, legs trembling as you go after him. You stumble and almost collapse, gripping his shoulders at the last moment and clinging to him in a needy way. You’re afraid to speak because of the lump that formed in your throat. You dig your nails into his back, swallowing a sob. Is he going to leave just like that? He reaches for the doorknob and locks the door. A shiver runs down your spine. 

“What are you doing, Baby doll?” he questions and exhales sharply. 

Then, he places his hands on yours, caressing them tenderly and turns around, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

He purrs softly into your ear “I had to lock the door, I’ve been waiting for too long for this to let anybody disturb us.”

“Fuck you, Yoongi. Seriously, fuck you!” you press your knotted fists into his chest, angry at yourself for losing your cool. 

He abruptly pushes you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh, as if trying to cover the place of the unfortunate hickey with his own mark. Suddenly, he stops and carefully examines the outcome, frowning his eyebrows. 

He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, “You better listen now, Baby doll. It was the fucking last time you let anybody touch you, apart from me. Are we clear?” You swallow hard. 

“Are we clear?” he repeats enraged and irritated with your lack of response. You simply nod absent-mindedly, staring at his wet lips. He hikes up your dress, ass and pussy on display, and grasps your leg to hook it around his waist. He starts grinding against your wetted core. Your hips rocking in unison. He pants heavily, lips hungrily looking for yours. He sets up a steady rhythm and you do your best to roll your hips together with him. 

“Baby… Baby I need you naked, so badly,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way under your dress, stroking your back and rolling up the material even higher. Seconds later, he simply rips off your dress, taking in the view of your naked body. 

He grunts, satisfied, “It’s even better than I imagined, and believe me, I had high expectations.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at his blunt words. “Has he been imagining things with me?” you think to yourself, digesting what he has just told you. He takes a step back and you find it hard to stand on your own, without his body pressed to yours. He ogles your perfect figure, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt. You haven’t noticed it before, but now the wall feels so unpleasantly cold that you really wish he was closer again, petting your skin and warming you up. With shaky hands you reach for the buttons. He smiles. 

“I wanted to fuck you so roughly you’d never even think about looking at another guy but if you continue being so cute I doubt I’ll be able to do that, Baby,” he whispers in a low voice, leaving the buttons for you and hastily unbuckling his leather belt. 

“Rough or gentle, as long as you make me cum I don’t really care,” you flat-out state your eagerness which makes him chuckle again. 

Finally, you take off his shirt, admiring his torso and perfect stomach and then you help him get rid of the trousers. You gaze down, eyes glued to his boxers that are drenched with pre-cum. You reach for the waistband, not being able to hold back anymore, freeing his cock from the irritating material. His breath hitches when he feels the cold air on his rock-hard cock. 

“Oh fuck Yoongi,” you instinctively press your thighs together when you lay eyes on his erected penis. 

“Yes, baby doll?” he hums softly, pushing you against the wall again and squeezing your ass with all his force. You bite back a moan, unexpectedly wrapping your palm around his shaft. He loves this and encourages you to go on, gently stroking your hair, “Baby doll, you know… Ahh,” he stutters when you grab his balls with the other hand, massaging them lightly while still jerking him off. He takes a deep breath and continues in a strangled voice, “Do you have any idea, how much I’ve always wanted you to do it for me?” The sinful whisper makes your head feel dizzy. His penis is so slick that your hand easily goes up and down his entire length. Then, you start twirling your finger around the head of his penis. At first slowly and sensually but then you go faster and faster and you can literally feel him throbbing. His knees buckle.

 “You have to stop, now,” he orders, weakly trying to push your hands away.

“Do you really want me to stop? I thought you wanted it oh so badly,” you tease, biting on his collarbones. 

He is so riled up and needy at this point that he violently turns you around and forces you to bend down with your ass high up in the air, hands resting on the wall for support. 

“Sure, but there is something I wanted even more… Can you guess what it is, Baby doll?” he mutters, positioning himself and placing one hand on your hip. 

You can feel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his erection and you moan so loud, pushing your ass back into his erected member. He digs his nails into your hip and you writhe underneath him because of the stinging sensation that makes your body shudder. You lift your ass wantonly and accidentally graze his dick with your soaking wet cunt. 

“Can you fucking stay still, fuck…,” he pleads through clenched teeth. 

“Can you fucking get inside already?!” you start grinding him with your ass to get him going and then he shoves his cock inside you, freezing for a moment to calm down his throbbing member. 

Your tight entrance swallows his entire length and his body goes all tense. You cry out his name, begging for more. He takes a couple of deep breaths and then begins moving in a steady rhythm. After a while, he slides all out and rams back in, barely being able to contain a throaty moan building up inside him. He repeats the rough movement a couple of times, making you feel light-headed. Once again there is that burning sensation inside your belly, and then suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes even more desperate, bruising them and causing you a bit of pain. 

“Ahh… How can you be so tight? Dammit,” he questions in a weak voice.

 His dick relentlessly pounding into you, hitting the right spot each and every time. The sounds of his hips slamming into your heat and your lewd moans fill the room, making you lose yourself completely. He rotates his hips a little and then rams back in, and you almost hit the wall with your head. 

He growls low in his throat, “Baby doll, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re going to cum with me.” 

Your body twitches uncontrollably, you would come anyway… It’s not like he has to make any special effort. Your legs are not far from giving out and your vision is blurry. The only thing that you need now is to feel his cum filling your pussy. 

Suddenly, he pleads, “Y/N, please look at me. Please, I need to see your face,” the grip around your waist makes your skin burn, you can already tell how fucking bruised you will be tomorrow. 

You look behind, gazing into his unbelievably handsome face. A drop of sweat pours down his forehead, his cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. “Son of a bitch,” you curse him mentally but you can’t help staring at him. 

He smiles fondly and suddenly begs once again, “Baby doll, give me your hand, I want to touch you, ahh.” 

“Yoongi, mhm…,” you squeak, reaching to his extended arm. 

He holds your hand tightly and with a couple of rough thrusts your pussy starts clenching around his dick, the waves of pleasure run through your body. Yoongi moans a mixture of curse words and your name when he rides out his orgasm, cumming into you. He loses his pace, being totally lost and pounds into you erratically, never letting go of your hand. When both of you come down from your high, he gently pulls out his now limp cock from your cunt and embraces you, both of you sinking to your knees. He sits down on the floor and lets you collapse on him, positioning you between his thighs. He strokes your back helping you to relax after this roller-coaster of emotions. His cum drips down your leg and your body shudders. You’re so tired your eyes involuntarily close on their own. 

The last thing you hear before drifting off in his arms is his soft whisper, “Baby doll, you’re only mine.”