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4 years ago

death valley (m) | part 0

summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.6k

warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy

It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.

“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.

You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.

You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.

Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.

He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.

“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.

“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”

“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.

“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”

You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.

“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”

You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket.

The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it.

You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.

You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.

“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”

Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.

“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.

“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”

“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.

“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”

You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.

“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.

“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”

You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.

“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.

“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.

“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space. Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.

“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.

“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.

You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.

“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.

“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.

He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.

“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.

“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.

“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”

“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”

“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”

“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.

“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”

You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.

“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious.

“I don’t even know you”

“Exactly”

You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.

“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.

“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.

“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly.

He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.

You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.

“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.

“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”

You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.

“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.

You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”

You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.

You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.

“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.

“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.

He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.

You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.

“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.

You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.

He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.

You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum

“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.

“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.

“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.

You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.

“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”

“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.

“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”

You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.

The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor. You turned around and you entire body froze.

Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.

You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.

You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.

Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls

You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.

You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.

“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”

“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.

“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.

At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.

From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.

You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.

“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”

You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.

“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.

“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”

“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”

Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”

You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”

“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.

“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.

You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.

The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.

“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”

“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.

He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.

“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”

You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.

Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”

Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.

“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.

“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.

“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.

As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.

You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.

Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.

“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.

“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.

“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.

He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.

“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.

He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”

“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.

You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.

“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.

“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.

“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.

“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.

“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.

You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.

He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.

You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.

“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.

“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.

“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.

Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.

“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”

You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.

“You’re just leaving?”

Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.

You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.

So that’s how it was gonna be then.

Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.

And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.

“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.

He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.

“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.

“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”

“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.

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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “.

why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :)

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4 years ago

death valley (m) | part 2

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

Oh there you go, undress to impress. You can wear the crown but you’re no princess

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader; songwriter!hobi x reader x coworker!namjoon; brief producer!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, slight yandere (building), thriller, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au,

wordcount: 7.7k

warnings: multiple and explicit smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, slight biting-spanking-spitting, manhandling, etc), oral sex (f & m), praise, kidnapping, subtle yandere themes, exhibitionism, threesome, daddy kink, a noncon kiss on the cheek, traumatic themes, crying/fear, wet dream, begging, degradation (use of terms: slut, whore, etc), restraints/handcuffs (in dream), intoxicated sex, fainting, swearing, heavy drug and alcohol abuse, yoongi is just...the absolute sweetest, switch(but mostly sub in this part)!reader, dom!hobi, sub!namjoon, dom!jungkook

(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution!

Kim Seokjin? The same guy who beat Namjoon up so horribly…was a cop?

It was all you could think about as you drove back to Jimin’s to return his car. What you did not expect was to see a familiar blue haired boy exiting the complex as you rolled into the parking lot.

He met your eyes--first with surprsie, but immediately replaced with guilt. He approached you as you finished parking. You lowered your window, regarding him with spite.

“Jungkook” You hissed.

“Oh hey” He leaned against the door, peering in at you. You noticed him tugging at his sleeves nervously. “What are you doing here?” He seemed a bit flustered, looking around sporadically as if he was almost hiding from someone.

“I stole Jimin’s car. Needed to drop it off”

“Really?” He chuckled lightly before clearing his throat, “Listen I wanted to apologize for not showing up the other d--”

“Did you give Namjoon drugs before the fight?” You asked bluntly. You watched him freeze up, stuttering to find a response. “Wow. You did. You told me you wouldn’t but you did didn’t you?” Jungkook’s expression turned bitter.

“Don’t fucking act like I’m the bad guy. I did it to protect you okay. You don’t even..” He scoffed, “You have no idea what they would have done”

“Protect me from what? Don’t bullshit me you did it for money didn’t you? You fucking liar. Did you even see the state Joon was in after? He fucking trusts you, you’re his friend”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Jungkook screeched, annoyed at your belittling. “He was gonna kill me and he was gonna kill you too. He found out you were coming to meet me”

“Who? Taehyung?” Jungkook gave you a curious look.

“Huh? Taehyung? No not Taehyung...I didn’t even know Taehyung was at the fight” Jungkook opened your car door, leaning in to get a better look at you. But how did Taehyung know you were there to see him then? “You need a ride home right?” You nodded. Jungkook brought out his keys from his back pocket, clicking them so his car beeped. You looked towards the noise to see a black truck parked not too far. “Come on.”

The drive was quiet. You gave him directions to your building, and upon arriving you noticed that his jaw was taught and eyes raging with a mix of anger and fear.

“Why the fuck would you live here? Do you...” He stopped himself again. You couldn’t help but notice how careful he was being with his words. “This is a really shady area. Didn’t you do any research before moving here?”

“There weren’t many options honestly. It was the only place available I could afford. It’s nice enough” Jungkook frowned slightly but didn’t push it. You invited him inside for coffee in exchange for the ride.

Jungkook sat at your kitchen island, watching you with great interest as you prepared drinks. As you poured the coffee, something came over him. You looked so pure. So innocent. He couldn’t help himself. Jungkook came up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips.

You felt his lips press against the back of your head. You loved how warm he felt, numbing the pulsing fear that was building in your chest. He began to kiss your neck softly.

“Sorry. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay” His breath was hot against your collar bone, making your whole face heat up. You gripped the counter, eye fluttering shut as you savored his touch. “I really really wanted to see you again”

“Oh I bet” You turned to face him, bodies still pressed together. “Still remember how whiny you were” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“I still remember how much you fucking loved it”

It was all it took for the sexual tension to come crashing down. You pulled Jungkook by his shirt towards you, lips finding each other like magnets. He moaned right away as his hands grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter top, coffee spilling into the sink. He was starving for you, kissing you desperately, like he missed you--he did miss you--he was trying to chase a feeling and groaned in frustration when he couldn’t quite find it.

“Holy fuck, Jungkook” You pulled back to breathe, noticing his blushed cheeks, panting heavily as his eyes blinked at you with pure infatuation. He swiftly pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight muscles, arms covered in intricate tattoos all the way to his fingers. Without thinking your hands trailed over his markings with interest. Jungkook smiled.

“Like what you see?” He then pulled down your shorts and panties and watched them drop to the floor. He licked a stripe up your thighs, hands sliding under your shirt as he found your breasts. You could feel him smile against your tingling skin as you squirmed beneath him. “So fucking sensitive aren’t you baby” He slowly ran his soft fingers over your nipples, circling them teasingly as his nose brushed against your cunt.

“Stop teasing me dammit” You whined, bucking you hips up as he pinched you. Your body felt hot all over, and Jungkook watched with interest at the way your heat seemed to be calling out for him through the soft squelching of you clamping down.

“Shhh...patience baby” You could feel his breath against your folds, driving you wild at the unsatisfying stimulation. He spit out, allowing his saliva to glide into your gaping pussy before shoving his tongue into you. He flattened his tongue, running it up to your clit and sucking harshly.

Heat soared through your body and you twitched as he rolled his tongue in, drinking you up deliciously. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to pump even further inside of you. You could feel his thick, plush lips against you--only adding to the amazing sensation.

His fingers left your nipples, opting instead to clutch around your breasts. Your hand grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging his face further into you as you strained your neck to try and get a better look at him, but Jungkook pressed his hands down on you, making sure you didn’t get up.

His tongue jutted into you, flickering around your core harshly, searching for a place that would drive you wild. When he found it, you cried out, shoving his face down as much as you could.

Jungkook laughed slightly, taking care to slowly lick away at that spot, rolling his tongue oh so slightly as he watched you close your eyes and bite your lip--barely able to contain your gasps of pleasure.

His mouth moved across your splayed out body, pushing your top so it piled over your breasts as he began to kiss them. His wet pillowy lips teased you with pleasure before he sucked harshly, letting his teeth graze against your sensitive mounds. He hopped up onto the counter so he could climb over you, kicking his sweats off in the meanwhile.

“Fuck, I’ve been craving you so fucking bad” His hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pushed your arms out to your sides. He lowered his face until it was inches from yours and grinned. You licked your lips, signaling Jungkook to engulf you in another sloppy kiss. Your mouths were barely even on each other as your tongues fought for dominance, messy moans and whimpers mixing with the sound of your drenched folds rubbing just barely against Jungkook’s hardening cock. He let your hands go to bring them behind your head as he deepened the kiss, yours wrapping around his neck in response.

“Ready baby? Ready for my big fucking cock” He tugged you hair back harshly making you wince in pain as he propped himself up and lined his cock up with your entrance. With one quick and heavy stride he thrust deep into you, pulling your head back even further as his thick cock pushed its way through.

“There it is. So tight and warm for me fuck, pussy takes me in so fucking well” He thrusted again with so much force he barely was moving his cock. He was just digging further and further into you making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hands traced his back muscles as he tried to soothe you with light kisses to your neck, but you couldn’t help crying out with every single one of his short thrusts. His hair was sweaty, strands falling over his face and brushing against yours.

He propped himself up fully then, bringing his hands to your neck and gripping it tightly as his thrusts continued. You choked out as Jungkook tilted his head back in pleasure. You couldn’t help but notice his double pierced earrings, which turned you on so much you fell apart.

You moaned out as your orgasm shook through you, pussy messily leaking onto Jungkook’s cock. He groaned at the way you tightened around him, causing him to curse loudly and quicken his pace.

He released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air as he took your legs and pushed them forward, allowing him to pump you at a deeper angle. He let his fingers run over your lips before shoving two of them down your throat and making you gag on them.

He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he felt himself reaching his own high. His hand furiously pumped his cock which looked like it was ready to burst. You moved onto your side and began to kiss his neck, helping him on.

“Come on baby. Cum for me. So close baby” You cooed at him. He looked deep into your eyes as his hands continued moving rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby...come on” He began to whimper and you grinned. “Such a needy baby aren’t you Jungkook. Hm?” You cupped his face and kissed him again. You felt him bite down on your lip harshly, muffling a cry as his hot seed splattered over his stomach.

Jungkook parted from you, sighing deeply as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. His cum spreading all over. He nuzzled your neck affectionately “Let me stay over. Just to make sure you’re safe for a few nights”

Your eyes widened, but you saw how pleading his expression was. “Why do you not think I’d be safe?”

“Because you living here means they know where you are. And I swear to god if they laid a finger on you I...I don’t know if I could handle it. Please baby"

“Who Jungkook? Who are you talking about?”

“I...” He looked away, “I don’t know. But he’s dangerous”

When the morning came, Jungkook was sprawled out on the other side of your bed. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Tonight was the night Namjoon wanted you guys to go out. Back to fucking Death Valley.

You had been dreading it, but after the events of the last few days you really needed a distraction. Hobi had conveniently avoided being alone with you ever since the two of you hooked up. It drove you crazy. He was acting so incredibly normal, as if nothing happened. But you wanted him.

Namjoon greeted you when you arrived at work, sitting in the conference room, scribbling away on his notepad. He was still not quite his usual self. You told him you ran into Jungkook and that he was going to be staying with you for a while. “He says I’m not safe there”

Namjoon clicked his pen absentmindedly, “Wait where did you say you lived?”

You told him, explaining again that you really didn’t have any other options, and watched his eyes go wide. “Uh yeah that’s not the best place to live. Lot of um...dangerous activity” He searched something on his phone. “Y/n, there are so many better apartment listings, what do you even mean?”

“I dunno. When I moved here it seemed like everything else had been rented out” You shrugged.

Hobi entered the studio with assignments. He looked great, wearing a large oversized bowling shirt over cargo shorts. It showed just enough of his chest. “Morning guys! Excited to see you all tonight. Y/n, you’ll be working with Joon again while I handle the...”

“Actually do you mind if I talk to you privately outside” Stop fucking avoiding me. You thought bitterly. Hobi’s face fell slightly. You went into the hallway, expecting him to follow. When you had him alone, he plastered on a forced smile.

"Did you need something?” You wanted to laugh at how clearly fake he was being, trying to act like his usual cheery self.

“Are we just not going to talk about that night?” The facade dropped. Hobi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought deeply about how to respond to you.

“We were buzzed. It’s not professional Y/n. Let’s just forget it happened”

“But I” You began to protest, but Hobi brought up his hand for you to stop.

“End of discussion. Work relationships are not allowed here. I’m sorry” His eyes scanned your figure, a look of regret flashed across his face as he quickly turned around and left.

Sitting in the dive bar itself was something you had yet to do, but you found yourself enjoying the ambiance. The music was perfect, not too loud as Namjoon began blabbering away about his music next to you on the circular leather seats of your booth. Sure, you were also glad to finally spend some time out of the office with Namjoon that didn’t involve him almost dying. But you were here for one reason and one reason alone. To get back in bed with Hobi.

Unfortunately, he was numb to your obvious advances, brushing you off as a tease as you’d find reasons to touch him, lean against him or play with his hair. Finally you gave up with a pout, downing a shot before refocusing your attention onto Namjoon. If Hobi didn’t want you, you were more than happy to show him what he was missing.

“Joonie...” You murmured, leaning into him. “Do a shot with me” Namjoon pinched your cheek affectionately and agreed. You poured a shot of tequila for him, lining up salt on your forearm and sitting ready for him with a lime wedge in your mouth.

Namjoon downed the bitter liquid and you couldn’t help but twitch at the feeling of his tongue gliding seamlessly up your arm before his lips were on yours, taking the wedge from you.

Hobi’s jaw clenched slightly as he watched the two of you play. Namjoon returned the favor, but you took it a step further, sliding into his lap so you could have easier access to the lime in his mouth. Lingering by his lips a bit too long for Hobi’s liking.

“Jungkook suggested these for tonight” Namjoon brought out a few pills, laying them on the table. “I only got a little bit, but he said it would be fun. If we wanna do more we can just go to your place after and hang too, I’m sure he has stuff with him”

Hobi’s head turned fast, he raised his eyebrows incredulously “What?”

“Yeah” You said nonchalantly, “Jungkook is staying at my place for a while.” You shrugged it off like it was no big deal but it was obvious that Hobi was pissed. Namjoon quickly popped the pill.

“Will you feed one to me Joonie?” You stuck your tongue out. Namjoon grinned and gave you the pill, watching as your tongue curled in.

“You’re such a little flirt aren’t you” Namjoon nuzzled your neck, not crossing any lines as his hands remained on your back. You giggled, his soft hair tickling you slightly, “And you smell so damn good” He muttered soft enough so only you could hear it.

Hobi watched as you began whispering into Namjoon’s ear. He couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying but seeing you curled up into him like that had him fuming inside. He grabbed the tequila bottle and took a long swig from it before slamming it back onto the table. Both you and Namjoon turned around.

Hobi leaned across the booth to pull you off of Namjoon’s lap and into his. He didn’t even care about the way Namjoon’s eyes widened as he clenched your ass.

“Hi daddy” You smirked, tracing lines up his chest. He jerked you forward so that you were sitting right where he wanted to feel you.

“Stop teasing me.” He growled. He smacked you ass harshly.

“You’re the one being a tease” You snapped right back. “Come on I know you want to.” You traced your finger down his chest, biting your lip slightly. Hobi watched you with dark eyes as you pulled at his shirt playfully before getting off of him and climbing onto the table.

An upbeat song played through the room, and Hobi watched wide-eyes as you stood up on the table and began to sensually sway your hips. You let your hips drop low, making sure to bend your ass out in front of Namjoon as Hobi began fuming. Namjoon took another swig of his drink and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Joonie” You cooed, getting on the table on all fours and crawling towards him. “Kiss me” You curled your finger, motioning for him to come to you. Like a mesmerized puppy he did as told, finding your lips slowly. You could sense his uncertainty. You deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to push through his mouth. You maneuvered until you were back in his lap, and for a moment you forgot that Hobi was even there. Namjoon tasted bitter but so incredibly sweet at the same time. As his hands began running down your thighs you couldn’t help but moan into him lightly.

Hobi gritted his teeth, jaw clenched to the point where he could just burst. He got up and dragged you off of Namjoon harshly, giving you whiplash as your ass landed harshly onto the seat. Hobi dropped to his knees and yanked off your bottoms. Without any warning he spread your legs wide open to see that you were getting wet.

“Who is this for huh?” Hobi growled looking up at you. His eyes were enraged, you almost felt scared but you were too turned on by the situation to care. He turned to Namjoon who was startled and unsure of what to do. “You see this Joon?” Namjoon nodded slowly “This is for me. Got that?” He nodded again, gulping. Hobi’s eyes softened slightly, “Do you wanna taste? Wanna see how yummy her pretty pussy is?” Namjoon looked at you for permission and you nodded furiously.

He slowly lowered himself onto the floor next to Hobi, taking your thigh into his hand to spread you out further.

“God just look at that” Hobi licked his lips, taking his fingers to loosely run up and down your folds, showing Namjoon how wet you were by sloshing around. Hobi gathered your arousal onto his finger and brought it to Namjoon’s lips “Go ahead. Taste” Namjoon opened his mouth, and you watched as he licked off Hobi’s finger. “Do you like it?” He nodded. “Good. Eat her out. I’m gonna go get some real action” Hobi slid back into his seat next to you and his hands quickly slid under your shirt. He brought his face in close to you, nibbling your jaw between kisses. “Aww fuck baby girl, you love this don’t you. Little attention whore aren’t you hm?”

Namjoon’s tongue ran slowly over your clit and Hobi’s warm hand covered both your breasts. Every fiber of your being felt so incredibly stimulated. You were a heaving mess.

“Hobi” You whined, pulling his face towards yours to kiss him harshly. He could feel the way you craved him in your kiss, as you eagerly tried to rile him up, letting your kisses get sloppier by the second.

“Get on the table” He mumbled. “Sit pretty for me yeah?” You did, spreading your legs for him as you leaned back slightly. Namjoon got up, your juices trickling down his lips. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and the smirk he left after had you shivering in anticipation.

“What do you think Joon?” Hobi grinned, palming your raw cunt soothingly, “She ready for some cock?” Namjoon didn’t miss a beat, he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to slide out. He stroked himself lazily as he gazed at you. You stared right back at him, enjoying the way his face was blushed red as he jacked off.

“Hurts” He mumbled. You pouted at him empathetically.

“Oh you poor thing” You reached out to stroke his cock, watching him let out a shaky moan at your touch. “Want me to kiss it better baby?” Namjoon nodded and you heard Hobi chuckle in amusement. You opened your mouth wide, softly tugging his cock so he knew to come towards you. Namjoon inserted his girthy length in your mouth and your tongue rolled over his thick skin, savoring the salty bitterness. You hollowed your cheeks as you began to move your mouth up and down, sucking him relentlessly.

In the meanwhile, Hobi had pulled out his own cock and pulled your hips to the edge of the table. He slapped his cock against your pussy as you choked on Namjoon. You could feel the warm throbbing head push against your sensitive folds, causing you to squirm with a desire for more. Your pussy clenched on nothing, causing more arousal to seep out onto his cock.

You choked on Namjoon’s dick as Hobi sunk into you, pulling your hips in close as Namjoon’s cock went further down your throat. You gagged incessently, causing Namjoon to pull out with concern. Hobi began fucking you harshly, thrusting into you with no remorse whatsoever. “Fucking whore can’t even suck cock right?” He scoffed at you playfully, “You really gonna leave him hanging after all he did for you?”

You shook your head dumbly, "Come back baby let me suck you good” Namjoon cursed softly as you pulled him back into your mouth, taking your time to let your tongue wrap around every crevice of his girthy cock. You let your hands snake up his thighs, allowing you to fondle him and stroke him while you bobbed your head back and forth, keeping your eyes glued to his, which was the thing that had him falling apart the most.

“You’re so...pretty” Namjoon exhaled. He was high but you could see the sincerety in his eyes as if he just had some sort of epiphany. It made you want to suck him even faster, giving this adorable boy all the pleasure in the world like he fucking deserved.

Hobi noticed you diverge your attention, glaring darkly at the way Namjoon was looking at you. He pulled out and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of Namjoon’s dick, saliva stringing from your lips.

He made you look straight at him as he brought his face to yours “You made your point okay. Your mine now you got that?” He growled, shoving you back on the table. Your head hit the glass surface painfully and you felt dizzy. Hobi flipped you over and gripped your ass firmly, letting his nails dig into your plump skin.

“Hit her” He ordered Namjoon, who gave him an uncomfortable look. “Don’t you like her cute ass? Hit it. Hit the bitch like she fucking deserves. Be a fucking man” You could hear the genuine anger in Hobi’s voice, and it was turning you off.

“I...I’m good. You go ahead if you want” Namjoon said softly, spacing out slightly as he watched the scene unfold. Hobi laughed bitterly, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back.

“You see that baby girl? I know how you like it, and I’m the only one who can fucking give it to you good, you understand?”

“Yes--” You muttered, wincing as Hobi smacked your ass again harshly. You crooned at the stinging aftermath.

“Yes?” Hobi bit your ear and tugged it harshly. “Don’t you know how to address me by now baby girl?”

Smack. “Yes daddy.” You squealed. Hobi hummed in satisfaction.

“That’s right baby. Don’t you fucking forget it” He shoved his cock back inside you, filling you to the brim. “Fucking slut. Letting me fuck you like this out in the open. Anyone can just see what a whore you are for me. But you love that don’t you huh? You wanna show everybody just how goddamn much you want daddy’s cock isn’t that right baby?” He began to move, thrusting into you quickly as his cock began twitching inside you. “I asked you a fucking question” He snapped, pushing your face down onto the table.

“Yes daddy” You cried out “I love it. I love your cock daddy, need it...” You sighed out as your felt yourself edging on the cusp of your orgasm. As rough as he was, he was right. You loved the way Hobi fucked you. “Please cum in me daddy, want your cum.”

Hobi sucked at your jaw “I know baby. All you ever fucking want is daddy’s cum, I know that. I know you want me to pump you so full of it, fuck my cum into you like the cockslut whore you are. All for me, and only me”

“Yes daddy. Only you. I promise” With that, Hobi came like a flood, bursting his load deep inside you. You whined, losing your own orgasm as he finished just slightly too soon. Before getting off of you, he grabbed the bottle of liquior and turned your face, pouring the alcohol into your mouth. You chocked as the liquid filled your throat, and he stopped, allowing you to gulp it down.

You felt it hit you right away, finding yourself unable to move as Hobi got off of you.

“Go ahead Namjoon. Fuck her” Hobi fixed his pants back up. You couldn’t see--your vision began to blur as you felt Namjoon lean down to your face.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Is it too much?” His words were slurred. You smiled at him lazily, nodding despite your inability to comprehend what he was even asking you. You were so tired.

The glass started to burn against you as you felt yourself moving back and forth against it. Where were you? You giggled, eyes drooping shut. You heard your name being called. Was it in pleasure or concern? Who knows. You faint.

Your head pounds with pain as you wake up. The first thing you notice is that you cant see anything--it’s absolutely dark. There was something covering your eyes. You tried to reach for it and take it off but a rough sensation at your wrists holds you back and you realize they are tied together behind you over some sort of railing.

“Hello?” You panicked. “Namjoon!? Hobi?!” You tried to tug yourself out of the restraints but they wouldnt budge. You could still feel the weary after effects of the pills you took, everything seemed slow and you mind was freaking out at the lack of light, losing any sense of coherent reality.

“I’m here y/n” Your heart flooded with relief as you heard Hobi’s familiar voice echo through the room, “Don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, just calm down”

“I’m here too” You heard Namjoon’s voice. He sounded like he was much closer to you, only a few feet away. “What the fuck is going on?” He growled and you hear him trying to break the ropes on his hands with brute strength.

“Give up Namjoon” A new voice entered the room. It was so familiar but you were too dazed to place it. You suddenly feel something warm close to you, a scent too close for your liking. You squirmed as you felt a hand touch your face.

“Stop! Who are you!?” You tried to turn yourself away from him but he gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your mouth slightly. The person didn’t say any words but you could feel them getting closer.

“Get the fuck away from her” Namjoon growled, tugging at the ropes repeatedly to no avail.

You gulped as you felt a nose against your cheek. You felt as though someone had punched the air out of your gut, as a pair of lips carefully made contact with your skin. They lingered, and you flinched away as fast as you could. You heard a slight chuckle as the heat from the body seemed to disappear. He was leaving. Thank God.

You close your eyes to try to focus on the sound of his footsteps, heart racing as you hear them move in Namjoon’s direction. Suddenly you heard a loud slap--it sounded like the man just hit Namjoon. Your eyes clenched as you heard Namjoon wince in pain.

You hear more shuffling, and suddenly there are more footsteps. It seemed that more people had come into the room. “Fuck. Get your fucking hands off of me” You hear Namjoon’s voice getting further away.

“Namjoon?” You cry out. You hear a door slam shut and suddenly there is silence again. “Hobi?” You’re petrified, body trembling as the silence persists. You were alone. What were they going to do to you? You began to cry, your sobs echoing throughout with no one to hear.

You had no idea when you fell asleep, but woke up to loud knocking. “Hello! Is anyone in here?” You heard a door open. “Holy shit, Y/n?” You craned your neck to try to recognize the voice, but you were so exhausted and hungover that you couldn’t even think. You felt hands at your wrists untying the rope. The next thing you know light flooded your vision. You squinted at the sudden stimulus, waiting for your vision to adjust so you could see your savior.

“Jin?” You asked in shock, gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. Of course. He’s police. I’m safe now. You sighed in relief as tears began to flow from your eyes again. Jin crouched down in from of you, caressing your hands where the rope had dug in slightly. You threw your free hands around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “S...sorry I just” You stuttered between your cries. Jin softly stroked your back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me”

He let you cry in his arms for a while before you finally were able to gather yourself. He helped you up, holding your hand as the two of you left what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse of some sort. “Namjoon...uh...RM, and a coworker of ours, named Hoseok, they were both with me but someone took them away” You informed him, “Do you know where they are?” Jin stopped momentarily, and you noticed him sigh.

“Not yet. But we’ll find them okay. It’s a little complicated, let’s get in the car and I’ll tell you everything”

Jin held your shoulders down some stairs as you made it to the parking lot. He assisted you in getting into his blue sedan.

“Your house isn’t far from here, I’ll drop you home after we talk” He informed you as he got into the drivers seat. You curled your legs up into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest for comfort.

“How do you know who I am? Why do you know so much about me?”

“It’s my job to know.” He smiled slightly. “Listen. I’m not exactly sure why, but my intel tells me that you’re being used as some sort of bargaining chip”

You blinked at him in utter confusion, “Bargaining...for what? Who the fuck?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you hang out with gang members Y/n” Jin chuckled. Your eyes widened.

“Uh...I didn’t...” Well. Jungkook made sense. And sure, then there was Jimin. And if you thought about it, it did made sense that Namjoon was also caught up in something like that--it would explain a lot.

“I understand that you’re close with Park Jimin” You frowned. The last thing you needed right now was to talk about him of all people. “So don’t play dumb with me. You’re not in any trouble, just tell me what you know”

“Dude...I’m new here okay. I don’t have any information about anything alright. Shouldn’t you know who’s betting on you?” You scoffed. Jin raised his eyebrows.

“Betting? Who said anything about betting?” He smirked as you gaped at him, realizing your slip.

“Oh...I mean...”

“My intel tells me you saw something you shouldn’t have. That’s why you’re being used by some people...possibly another gang...to blackmail the gang who runs Death Valley, and why you’re on his radar”

“Who’s radar?” Was it the same guy from earlier? Or maybe the guy you had seen kicking Namjoon? Or the guy who tied up Jungkook? Was it all the same person?

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.” Jin stated matter of factly, “No one knows who he is. Well...I think Park Jimin knows who he is, so I have a proposition for you.”

“You want me to snitch” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t love that your new associates seemed to be such dangerous people, but you weren’t the type of person to go try to get anyone in trouble for their own business. “No thanks”

“You’re really not safe Y/n. If we work together, I can make sure no harm comes to you” You thought back to Jungkook’s warnings, smiling inwardly knowing that you had the strong boy waiting for you back at your apartment. He would be able to protect you with no issue, you didn’t need to get involved with the cops.

“No thanks. I’ll be okay. Please just take me home” Jin sighed, tapping the wheel of his car quickly as if he were irritated.

“Fine. If you change your mind” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card, “Call me”

Jin dropped you home and you slowly tried to walk your way to the elevator, slumping inside it once the doors slid open. A few floors up the elevator halted, opening to reveal none other than Min Yoongi.

“Y/n?” He asked curiously, observing your chaotic state. You had no idea how you looked, but you were sure it was not at all presentable. You groaned internally. Yoongi probably thought you were a trainwreck. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I--” You straightened yourself up as much as you could, brushing your clothes off and trying to fix your hair urgently. Yoongi looked absolutely stunning, even outside of work. It was refreshing to see him in a simple hoodie and joggers, his earrings still driving you wild. “I love...LIVE. I live here” You internally screamed at yourself for your awkwardness. Yoongi didn’t break a smile, he simply observed you curiously. He glanced at the elevator navigation and pressed a number for the floor above yours.

“I didn’t know you live in the same building as me.” He stated, “I can give you a ride to work sometime if you’d like”

“Oh! I’d love that...I mean, that would be great you know. Saving the environment and all that” You chuckled, twirling your hair. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were amused but still no hint of a smile.

The elevator arrived at your floor, and Yoongi watched as you scrambled to get yourself out of there. “I’ll see you at work, Y/n.” He nodded in your direction. You smiled sheepishly.

The door had almost slid shut but your eyes met his. His gaze was so intense on you, you felt almost like a prey in front of a predator. You finally see a slight tug of a smile as you gulp. How can a human being be so goddamn FINE?

You finally make your way to your door and realize you don’t have your keys. Fuck they probably stole them. But why did they leave my wallet? You knocked on the door.

No response.

“Jungkook?” You called out, rapping at the door franticly. “Fuck” You muttered, leaning against the door in defeat. You were so incredibly tired, you just wanted to take a fucking nap. Maybe I can crash at Yoongi’s? Would that be unprofessional? You limped your way back to the elevator. Arriving on his floor you realized you didn’t know which room was his.

You laughed, thinking about how fucking helpless you had been recently. Calling out for all these men to help you. This wasn’t who you were. What the fuck happened to you? When did you become so weak? “Yoongi?” You shouted through the hall, hoping that someone would come out, and if it not him they could direct you to him. A door opened. Funnily enough the room was at the same spot as yours, just on a different floor.

“Y/n?” Yoongi was shirtless, a towel around his neck and his sweats still on. You ogled at the way his chains sat on his bare chest, and so badly wanted him to turn around so you could see his tattoos. “Everything okay?”

“Uh” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry if this is unprofessional” Don’t be sorry. You’re a bad bitch. This shit doesn’t phase you. “I mean. I got fucking locked out. You mind if I crash at your place, I’m just really tired and I had a really long night, I can barely even--”

Yoongi nodded, slipping back into his apartment so fast you didn’t get a chance to see him turn around. You pouted, but followed him inside.

He seemed to have gone to the bathroom. You carefully closed his door and looked around. His apartment was really nice. As expected, he had lots of awards on display, fancy speakers and expensive looking furniture. What was surprising to you was the lack of drugs. Jimin always had a mess of pills on his kitchen table, and you had assumed all music industry people were like that. You wondered if Yoongi used anything. He probably didn’t, considering how goddamn perfect he is.

“You can sleep in my room if you want” Yoongi emerged, now clothed, again to your disappointment. He fiddled with a watch on his wrist. Hey that’s the same watch as-- “I need to step out for a bit. Make yourself at home” He gestured towards his bedroom door. You nodded, thanking him as you watched him grab his own keys and head out the door.

Just as the door closed your phone began to ring. You hadn’t even realized you still had it. You should’ve just called Jungkook you dumbass. You regretted drinking as much as you had last night. Glancing at your phone, your heart skipped a beat seeing that it was Hobi calling.

“My god, are you okay?” You cried out, answering immediately.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at my apartment. What happened, are you guys okay?”

“Yes we’re fine. Namjoon got beat up pretty bad...no idea what that was about, but then Jungkook found us while he was out finishing a deal. Are you okay?" You gulped.

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m glad you both are safe. Are you going to report it to the police?”

You heard Hobi chuckle, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. It was probably Jimin or somebody involved in all that fight betting, gambling bullshit. I really need to knock some sense into Namjoon’s head and get him out of that scene” You sighed. You never wanted to go through anything like this ever again. It was probably best if you stayed away from Death Valley for good.

“Y/n...I” Hobi inhaled sharply, “I wanted to say I’m sorry for ignoring you. I wont anymore okay. Life is too short for bullshit. Do you...wanna go out sometime? Like on a date?” You felt a warm hug envelop your heart as a smile spread across your lips. You giggled.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” You could hear his goofy smile somehow, “See you soon baby girl” You shut your phone off and make your way into Yoongi’s room. It was a stunning room--super high tech with LED strip lights and a huge mirror wall across the bed. You threw yourself onto the inviting mattress, burying your face in his soft pillows as you finally let the heavy weight of sleep take you over.

Hands trailed up your legs, grabbing at your bare ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Fuck” You heard you felt a slap to your skin. The hands gripped your waist, pulling you back. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulders as you realized your arms were spread wide out, handcuffed to something. A hand grabbed the back of your head and shoved it down into the pillow, muffling your breath. You tried to groan out as you felt a cock push inside you “Yoongi” You whined, “Yoongi I want more”

“You’re beautiful” You hear him say, making you smile internally while your face continued to get smushed further into the pillow. You choked out as he quickly began thrusting into you.

“Fuck” You cried out as a pleasure unlike anything before hit you “More...please” You urged him on “Faster Yoongi....please go faster I need” You panted, barely able to breathe “I need you...please”

You woke up with a start, blinking as the early rays of the morning sun filtered through tinted windows. You sighed, feeling your pussy clench in defeat as your dream ended a bit too soon. You were in Yoongi’s bed, however you were tucked in, and you realized that you were wearing different clothes. His clothes. You looked around but Yoongi wasn’t there. Checking your phone, you see more missed calls from Namjoon along with a long array of texts that you knew youd have to read eventually. You crawled out of bed, looking at yourself in Yoongi’s large mirror wall.

You walked out of his bedroom to see him sitting at his kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop with a Redbull and a bagel out by him. You noticed that he was wearing glasses, and that his hair was still messy from sleep. He regarded you as you entered the kitchen.

“Sleep well?” He asked kindly. You nodded. “Would you like something to eat? You seemed pretty hungover. Better get some food into your system” He pushed the bagel towards you. You hadn’t realized it but you were starving. You ravished the bagel rapidly, not even caring that your boss was right in front of you. Or that you were literally in his house wearing his clothes. “Is everything okay Y/n? You seemed frazzled yesterday” You stared at him, mouth stuffed with food.

“Um” You quickly swallowed, “I actually got kidnapped” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows with concern.

“Come again?”

“Yeah. Do you know Death Valley? I was there with” Should you tell him you were there with coworkers? Probably not “...Friends and we blacked out and someone literally kidnapped us. But luckily the cops found us”

“Cops?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get hurt or anything but it was just scary” Yoongi closed his laptop and stared at you.

“I’m...so sorry you had to go through that. Please, feel free to take the day off if you need to, that sounds really traumatic” You shook your head, but your heart glowed at how sweet he was. Behind that cold expression, you realized that he actually seemed like a really caring guy.

“Thanks Yoongi, but I’m okay. I’m strong” You affirmed more to yourself than to him. Yoongi’s eyes flashed with amusement at your statement “I think I’ll head back to my place, I uh...can call a friend to let me in”

“Alright. Just take care of yourself okay?” You thanked him, before grabbing your things and heading out.

Upon reaching your own apartment door you knocked again, hoping Jungkook made it home in one piece.

“Y/n, is that you?” You sighed with relief that you were finally going to be let inside. The door swung open.

“Thank God, I literally--” You froze.

Standing in front of you was not Jungkook.

No.

It was Taehyung.

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bangtangalicious

3 years ago

soaked n’ slippery (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, loss of innocence, childhood friends to lovers, fluff

summary: a horny jungkook finds it hard to focus when you decide to join him in the tub

wordcount: 2.4k

tw: explicit smut, super NEEDY!koo, you know how it is, cumming untouched, unprotected sex, koo is super whiny and horny, begging, pleading, neediness, attachment issues, slight manipulation, masturbation, breast play bc kook likes tiddiez, assume legal age, bathtub sex! slight obsessive themes (cute/immature way not creepy), stuttering, feverish behavior, innocent!koo & reader, inexperience

a/n: this is a drabble inspired by this request. its part of the touch me wherever au but can be read as a standalone! | masterlist

“Y/n” Jungkook’s head flew back, hitting the edge of the tub as he hissed your name. Hand gliding up and down his cock, mind completely blank. Except for you.

“It’s not FAIR” He yelled, tugging harshly at his length, wincing at the tight grip he was subjecting himself to. He didn’t want to jack off to you. He hated it. He wanted your hand on his cock. He wanted you to please him. It just didn’t hit the same, and if anything it just made him more frustrated.

The way you’d look at him, eyes glinting with mischief whenever the two of you would mess around. He wanted to see those eyes. He wanted you. Now.

It wasn’t his fault he felt like this. As if you even left him with any options, what with the way you’d eagerly volunteer to sit on his lap so that your friends could have places to sit. Even then, the bumpy roads would have you bouncing your ass on his lap. He’d groan, burying his face into the side of your chest. Then you’d turn, smile at him and giggle.

He’d drag you home, pull you into the bathroom. Skirt hitched high, panties cuffing your knees. He’d bend you over and slide his cock against you. A mumbling mess of words falling from his lips as he’d explain to you:

“C-can’t...I c-can’t hold back. I need this”

He really couldn’t. Jungkook tried but he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. So instead, he’d rub them against your clit, feeling how drenched your little panties got whenever he did.

Study sessions were spent humping one another like rabid animals in the corner of the library. Clothes on, voices hushed. He’d rut himself into your ass through his grey sweats, holding your breasts tight as he’d shush you, wiping his tears on the back of your shoulder.

It was a pain like no other. His head pounding, body aching with the craving of you. You. You. You. You were all he could think of and it drove him insane. He just needed to touch you, to take in your scent like it was the only air he could breath. He wanted to hold you, to feel your skin hot against his own. His mind went haywire as he pumped harder.

His grip tightened, tugging relentlessly at his length as he whined. He was so incredibly close. The end was in sight. The thought of you, oh your pretty lips and pretty eyes.

"Oh Y/n...fuck...please Y/n please” He cried, eyes shutting as he felt tears building in them. He told himself it was because of the soap in his eyes but deep down he knew he just couldn’t bear the sensation of you.

A soft tapping echoed through the room.

“Jungkook?”

He clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. Cock throbbing in his palm under the warm water as he inhaled sharply.

“Hey Kook...can I come in? The other bathrooms are taken"

Shuddering, he gulped. The dryness in his throat, evident as he called back.

“Um. Y-yeah”

He slid his back against the porcelain edge of the tub, sinking as deep as he could, hoping to hide the guilt flushing his cheeks. He heard the door open and shut. Footsteps getting nearer and nearer and nearer until--

Jungkook jumped. Feeling your soft hand on his bare shoulder. Suddenly your face was right there. Right next to him. Biting down on his lip hard, he looked into your eyes. Mistake.

He came everywhere.

You smiled at him brightly, blinking innocence, not noticing the white liquid shooting up beneath the soapy suds. Jungkook’s face was aflame. He was terrified. Ashamed.

Wordlessly you began to kick off your leggings. Jungkook’s eyes caught by the skin of your thighs, unable to look away from the way your bright blue panties snuggly hugged your figure.

It looked so...warm. He wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh. He wanted to bury his head between your legs and never leave. You must smell so good, the thought alone making his heart race.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice was breathless. Under the water his cock twitched, begging for any stimulation, the tender warmth of the water acting as a reluctant tease. The pressure, overwhelmingly unsatisfying.

You giggled.

And then your top hit the floor.

You stretched your arms above your head, breasts jumping up. Jungkook gazed at you. Your body seemed to beckon him. Tempt him. Touch me.

His fingers curled in tight fists, when really they wanted to grab at your chest. To squeeze everything they could hold. He wanted to see your flesh bulge between his grip, wanted to touch you everywhere all at once.

His hand steadily made its way back over his cock as you struggled to peel of your panties, bouncing on one leg and almost tripping over in the process. Bent suddenly, Jungkook could enjoy a clear view of your ass, wiggling in front of him as you finally kicked off the flimsy garment.

Sliding up he extended his hand helping you step over the edge and into the tub. It was a tight fit, the tub clearly not meant for more than one person. Nevertheless, you sank into his essence, suds shaping over every nook and curve of your silhouette.

He stared at you. Watching, jaw clenched tight, face about to burst, as you played with the suds. Taking a handful and gathering them over the top of your chest.

His lungs tightened. He couldn’t breathe.

Frictionless, your legs glided over his thighs. Smooth to the touch, he ran his fingers around your hips cautiously.

“Come here...” Gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against his chest. Your body smacked into his with ease. “I like this” In small circles, he pushed the suds up your back, massaging the soap into your soft, oh so incredibly soft, warm skin. “I like when you’re close to me. You're so w-warm and you smell n-nice”

You arched into him, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. You didn’t know his face was barely inches away from your chest. You didn’t know what to make of the hot prodding between your legs as you shifted your weight towards him.

Jungkook felt like he could explode. Chest was rising and falling fast. Breath heavy with lust. The crook of your thigh catching his cock in a jerk of pleasure. It felt so good, being pressed up against you, but he needed something more. This? No. This wasn’t enough.

Grabbing a handful of suds, he let them drip across your chest. You looked at him questioningly, but did nothing to stop him as his hands massaged the soap across your supple skin.

Tugging and pushing at your chest with his large, hot hands. His fingers curved around them, squeezing them just barely. Then again and again, fingers flicking across your nipples. His face drew close. Sighing loudly he rest his cheek atop your racing heart.

You liked it. You liked he feeling of his wet hair tickling the top of your chest. You shivered, his warm cheek traveling in small strokes, up and down your chest.

He nodded his head, relishing your proximity, soaking in your heat. He rolled onto his forehead, nose pressing underneath your heavy breast. Now heaving with need.

“You smell so g-good. Smell so good I can’t” His voice vibrated through your chest. “I love it. I love it Y/n I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re so pretty...body so soft just wanna t-touch you everywhere a-and kiss you everywhere and lick you and bite you and--”

Your heart pounded, throbbing against every inch of your body. You were too preoccupied with the intoxication of his touch to notice his desperate grabs, kneading your ass.

Slowly dragging your hips back. Just a tad. And then back up. Flush against him. Back and forth he pulled you, and unknowingly you began to widen your thighs. Just to feel him a little bit closer. “Yeah...yeah oh god, just like that. K-keep doing that, please come--come closer I--more”

Your clit grazed against the thick skin of his cock. It was enormous, both in size and the way it pressed hard, provoking your hips. Making them stutter as you curled into him for more. Your arms around his neck, hand pulling his face into you--gasping.

Jungkook began to grow impatient. You had pushed him right to the edge. He craved you, he needed to feel you, needed to be inside you. Eyes shot with lust, he didn’t know what he was doing, lip jutted and trembling.

Staring mindlessly at your breasts, he finally decided to take his tongue, one sharp flick had you clamping down.

“Jungkook” There was something in your voice. Something so wonderful that he loved to hear. A pained desire. A whimpering. The sounds leaving your lips only made him want you more.

His tongue swiped again, attacking your perky bud. You inhaled sharply, holding your breath as you looked down. Jungkook liked the way you reacted. So he did it again.

He sucked lightly, lips pressing against your nipple as he rolled the bud lightly between his teeth, tugging at it, coating it against his tongue, before letting you go with a smack of his lips.

“More” Sobbing, his hands pushed up your back, pulling you so close you were practically one. He shook his head, suffocating between your breasts before gasping for air. “I need more. I need, please, I can’t. I need it. It hurts so bad, oh fuck it hurts so bad I can’t do this...I w-want you...Y/n”

Only you could make it stop. Only you could set him free.

Tears streamed down his face. Sniffling he reached between his legs, adjusting his cock so the tip nudged between your slick folds. The water made it easy, seamlessly he was able to sink into you.

He pushed in a little, nails digging into your hips. He trembled, looking to make sure you were okay. Mouth wide open, eyes clenched shut. Burying your face into his neck, you held onto him tight as he went in a little further.

Your walls were tight. So incredibly tight. Jungkook groaned, what with the way your pussy clamped down on him, the sweet heat giving him surging pleasure as he pushed even deeper.

Just like that you were one. He was nestled inside you, panting heavily. Whines spilling from his parted lips. He latched onto you, rubbing suds all over your body, enjoying the way you twitched for him. Not able to get enough of you.

And then his hips jerked up. Water spilled over the edges as he began to bounce you off of his hips, Splashing everywhere, you leaned forward onto his chest, whole body slick against him, effortlessly moving to the rhythm of his need.

“Ahhh. Right there! Right there y-yes pleas..ahhh feels so good Y/n I..I feel so good I literally feel so good don’t stop” He couldn’t keep quiet. Not when you fit him so perfectly. Not when your pussy gripped his veiny cock in a way that had him coming back for more. And more.

“Don’t ever stop, please, please” He whined as though he were throwing a tantrum, completely and utterly taken by the sensation of you. Heat rose inside him, pulling you harder onto his cock so he could push further and further. The pressure feeling so good. The tightness. The wetness. And you. Pulsing over him. Wanting him just as bad.

Meeting your eyes again, his gaze fluttered for a moment to your lips. They looked so delicious.

So he kissed you. He kissed you softly, sighing into your mouth. Then harder, dragging his tongue over your lips before swallowing them into another kiss. He breathed you in. Heart trembling, body shaking as emotion made his brain circuit.

You groaned into his mouth as he burst inside you, hot streams of cum filling you beneath the water. Simultaneously you surged, pleasure overtaking your every nerve. You trembled, twitching as he remained, balls deep inside, lips against yours, drinking in your every moan.

The two of you panted. Breath perfectly off beat. Your body limp against his own, sinking into half empty tub. Jungkook finally opened his eyes, seeing you, cutely buried into his chest. He stroked your shoulder fondly. Around you, the tiles were covered in water. The two of you had made an absolute mess.

He could feel you smile. See the shyness in your eyes when you looked up at him briefly before hiding your face away. He stopped you, hand cupping your cheek, pulling you up to him.

“Can I kiss you one more time?” He whispered onto your lips. Nodding slightly, he wasted no time in slanting his mouth against yours. This time with less fire, instead, a softer, more tender touch.

It felt just as good. If not better. Sighing he parted from you, unable to look away. “You’re just so pretty Y/n...you’re the prettiest girl I know”

“Can we do it again?” You pushed your chest up, letting him feel you. He caught on, smirking slightly as his palms slid over your breasts again, loosely tossing them in his hands.

“Always. I always want you okay? Always wanna touch you like this” Nose tracing down your neck, he began to litter kisses all across your shoulders. You purred, covering his hands with your own to squeeze you harder.

You leaned down, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, and were about to close in on his lips when suddenly--

Knock knock.

“Jungkook! Have you seen Y/n?” It was your father. Jungkook gulped, pulling your face into his neck to keep you quiet.

“O-oh, um, no! I was just finishing up in here. I-I can help you l-look for her, j-just give me a m-minute Uncle!”

“Alright. Thanks kid” He held his breath as the footsteps dissipated. Silently, Jungkook released his hold on you.

Your eyes met briefly, worry-filled. Until the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, laughing heartily before your lips found one another again.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed <3

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3 years ago

nexus (m) | part 0

premise: a shocking murder prompts a corrupt detective to insert himself within your elite circle of friends. behind the bright casino lights lies a twisted web of dangerous alliances, illicit affairs, all driven by an insatiable lust for power. play your cards right and you might survive. but even if you get lucky, the house always wins

summary: in an effort to celebrate your final days as a bachelorette, you head out on the town with your best friend. amidst your shenanigans, you run into a mysterious and alluring man who knows a little too much for his own good

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: jungkook x reader

genre: smut pwp thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime!au elite!au

wordcount: 5k

warnings: explicit smut, oral sex (m), degradation, public sex, hate sex, slowburn, sexual tension, alcohol, drugs, slapping, rough handling, spitting, choking, slight gaslighting, slut shaming, power dynamics, dom!jungkook (and he’s mean but its hot), kidnapping, blindfolding/restraints (during kidnapping), rich people doing rich people things, unedited bc im lazy ope

taglist: @raynom @gimmythatjib00ty @yoshiure @greezenini @victoryscreech61 @tbzhubrecs @namjooningelsewhere @sugarcoffeemochi @jiminie-08 @jinssexytoe @kooookie @only4sana @pinkcherrybombs @taeslarityy @natalie-rdr @mageprincess7 @hopeonysus @bibbykins @sameifnn @shadowmoon21 @juliemae80-blog

a/n: thank you so much for your patience <3 this is a super fun, sexy mystery which is very much slow burn so stick with me ;) i hope you enjoy this, think of this like a preview, just setting up things for the real story which will begin in part 1!

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⟶ 7 days before the murder ⟵

A soft fluttering ran through your core. A longing ache, eyes fluttering open towards the man soundly asleep by your side. His rusty orange hair sprawled out, fluffed against the pillows with parted lips drooling ever so slightly. The lazy smile grew on your face, pleasant tremors soaring through your chest as you reminisced the night you had just had. Yoongi was always sure to fuck you good, through and through.

Careful not to wake him, you slipped through the silk sheets. On your bedside table, a tiny silver spoon tilted next to spilled white powder. An empty bottle of tequila, and a few questionable looking pills.

Grabbing a robe from your closet, you quietly crept out into the hallway. It never got old; the majestic view of the long columns by the twin marbled staircases, all leading towards the grand foyer, decked with fine art and impressive statues. The Kim manor—your home for the last ten years.

And down the stairs you went, your bare feet clashing against the cool stone beneath them. Heading into the kitchen, you were hardly surprised to see the fully suited man, sitting carefully at the glass table. A small bowl—concoction of who knows what—and a cup of coffee. Americano. Routine. All next to his laptop, where his eyes remained steadily focused, typing away with a rhythm. Thin-rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose.

“Good morning” You leaned over the kitchen island, taking care to ensure that your robe slid just a tad lower than appropriate. “Namjoon”

His fingers stilled momentarily as he looked up at you, a bored expression on his face.

“Put some fucking clothes on” Judgement written all over his face as he scanned you up and down.

“I could,” You shrugged, opening the double-doored refrigerator, allowing the icy-cool air to send goosebumps across you. A refreshing contrast to the pent-up heat tickling between your legs. Scanning the items, you grab a bottle of Figi before kicking the door shut with the back of your calf.

“If you promise to take them off of me later”

Namjoon folded his glasses, tucking them into the top button of his tight-fitting shirt. His pronounced pecks bleeding through the fabric. Standing up, he buttoned his blazer, before shutting the face of his laptop with the swift move of a single finger.

“He’s coming home” He informed you, watching intently as you unscrewed the water bottle and brought it to your dry lips. “Taehyung”

You choked. The water in your throat suffocating your breath. Coughing, you set the bottle back down, doubling over yourself. Namjoon simply folded his arms over his chest.

“You know what that means right?” You glared at him incredulously, lungs tight, unable to catch a breath. Of course, you knew what it meant. It had been a day you dreaded ever since you turned eighteen years old. “The engagement is being set for next week”

You could scream. You could cry. You could attempt to vocalize the billions of thoughts running rampant through your already aching head, but there was no use. The Kim family had taken you in many years ago, and never asked for anything in return. Aside from this one very thing—a promise. To wed the youngest heir of the family. Kim Taehyung.

You might have been okay with it. Marrying into the family you adored and that treated you like their own wasn’t the worst thing. Except that you hadn’t seen Kim Taehyung in a decade, not after he left for boarding school abroad as a child—being dubbed as troublesome. Not after he allegedly decided to stay for university. Never calling, never visiting, never sending so much as a postcard.

“I don’t want to”

His body neared yours, brushing past just briefly as he set his dishes in the sink. Your knees numbed, his mere presence making you want to fall to your knees in surrender. “Lay low this week. I’d rather not my baby brother have to see his fiancée whoring herself all over the tabloids when he arrives”

“Fuck you”

He didn’t react. He simply left you there in shock. Your whole life was about to change and it was entirely out of your hands. A bitterness swept through you—resentment building in your veins. Your fists clenched.

“Hey,” Once the door closed, you turned to see Yoongi sneakily trot his way into the kitchen. “You okay?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “It’s nothing. D-don’t worry about it.” Sighing, you trailed your hand up his bare chest, tracing the ridges of his abs up over the crease of his collarbone and his neck—until you cupped his cheek in your palm.

“I’m gonna fuck you in Namjoon’s shower, come on”

⟶ 6 days before the murder ⟵

Darkness. In your chest, a pulsing fear—bubbling up with the hopes of catching a breath. Only to be suffocated by the tight cloth, nipping at the edge of your lips.

You could hardly hear. Reluctantly, you surrendered to the coarse hands that gripped your wrists, dragging you as though you were merely a sack of rice. With ease your assailant tossed you into a vehicle. The scent of fresh leather, intoxicating.

The engine roared, vibrating through your core as you tugged at the scratchy roped binding your forearms. Fond of cars, you recognized the sweet growl of a V8 engine, and your heart steadied for a moment.

Your family—the Kim’s—had prepared you for situations like this. Don’t talk. Don’t fight. Call me, and I’ll find you. The words came echoing back like a mantra. And yet, you were afraid. But honestly it wasn’t the current reality of you having been snatched clean off of the lone streets as you made the walk of shame, tripping over your own heels on the way home from a wild night of cocaine, dancing, and perhaps an orgy, although—truth be told—you couldn’t quite remember. The thing that scared you was the time. The time that you were losing as you were being driven off god knows where.

Time. You chuckled bitterly to yourself. Like sand slipping from your fingers, you couldn’t afford to be kidnapped, not now. Not when in a few mere days your life was set to be collared and leashed.

Your whole life had been bound by decisions entirely out of your hand. For the most part, the money, status, luxuries of your life made it easy not to get too caught up in the desperate dread of your existence. Your mother disappeared when you were a child, and heroically the notorious Kim family, known for their vast array of casinos, resorts and properties took you in as their own. The price of their charity being their rules. Their games.

The Kim family loved games. And you were almost certain, that this was just another one of those very games. As the car gave to a rolling halt, someone opened the door, guiding your step. They were too polite. Too kindly in their touch to truly be kidnappers. Not a hand had been lain on you. Not a cruel word spoken. You were protected, and the Kim’s did just that—they always protected you.

You felt a sudden gush of wind, making you tremble. Last night’s party outfit was all you had keeping you decent. A tight, holographic, bralette contrasting the leather skirt at your hips. Strappy heels, dragging sharply against the rough concrete as you blindly followed in lieu of your fate.

It was loud. Rhythmic whirring of what sounded like a plane. Was this an airport? Your palms felt clammy. Mind juggling the probability of a genuine threat versus another sick, twisted prank done by none other than—

Your blindfold loosened. Quick to adjust to the bright morning sunlight, your gaze fell upon a familiar face. The cloth in your mouth, slipping out moments later.

“Kim Seokjin, you motherfucker”

He smiled—a charming smile. One that you were so used to and yet, seeing it always made you feel elated beyond explanation.

“Scare you?” He motioned to the men behind him, dressed head to toe in black suits, to undo the tied on your wrists.

“No,” You glanced towards his men, “They should be more rough next time” Jin chuckled, taking your hands into his own. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, alight with excitement.

“I wanted to surprise you,” You followed him cautiously up the steps to a long and sleek black plane, adorned with his family emblem on the side in a metallic gold. He had a matching tattoo on his chest, barely covered by his halfway unbuttoned designer resort shirt. “You like it?”

“Uh, yeah”

Jin chuckled, “Good. It’s yours” Stepping into the plane, you marveled at his preparations. A flight attendant handed you both a glass of champagne as you scanned the cabin, filled with liquor, snacks, and an array of designer dresses.

You blinked rapidly. “You bought me a jet?”

“I was thinking we might take this baby for a spin” Jin turned, grinning widely. “One last weekend. You and me. What do you say? Let’s go fucking wild”

Chest glowing with warmth, you nodded, tossing yourself into his embrace. He looked down at you, the back of his palm to brushing against your face fondly. Eyes scanned over you with great interest. You knew him well enough to know exactly what motivated the gesture. He must have heard about Taehyung’s return. He wanted to get your mind off of things, knowing you’d be anxious.

And fuck if it wasn’t the exact thing you needed, after aimlessly drinking your sorrows away with strangers in a club.

Popping a few buttons of his collar he pulled you into your seat. You watched quietly as his wrist twisted to pop a bottle of champagne. The liquid poured, slim and smooth up to the rim. Meeting his eyes for a moment, he handed the glass to you.

“Cheers” Raising his own glass, he touched it against yours before bringing it to his mouth. “To family”

⟶ 5 days before the murder ⟵

You knew Kim Seokjin better than you knew yourself. Growing up, he had always been your closest friend. And that, frankly, wasn’t always a good thing. Just as you leaned against the side of the car at your favorite nightclub, glancing over at Jin who was busy tongue twisting with a woman perched on his lap like a docile fucktoy—another by his side, whispering words that clearly pleased him. His eyes met yours briefly. Just briefly. Almost as though he was suddenly reminded of your existence.

It was typical behavior for him, except today—today it was royally pissing you off. The thin glass in your hand shattered, gin and tonic spilling every which way. But you could care less. Brushing the shards against your deep red velour dress.

“Bit dramatic, wouldn’t you say” Turning, you gaze landed on a man dressed head to toe in black. His body was immensely impressive, broad muscular shoulders and chiseled abs bleeding through his tightfitting turtleneck. Loose chrome chain on his neck, tattoos sprawled over his fingers which aimlessly traced up and down the stem of a martini glass.

You sneered at the stranger. “Mind your own business, asshole” He raised his eyebrows, before following your gaze to where Jin was.

“Ah, Kim Seokjin” The man’s voice dropped, a spiteful tone lacing his words. He downed the final sip of his martini, savoring the familiar burn down his throat. The air buzzed with energy, people moving around, dancing in the heat of the night. A grin tugged lightly at his pierced lips, “So you’re the Kim family whore I’ve heard so much about”

Brows furrowed, you spun to look at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m curious…” The man flashed a barely innocent look at you—his eyes round and tempting, almost devilish. “Y/n L/n, the Nexus heiress. Mommy goes missing but it’s okay when the Kim boys are obsessed enough with you to take you captive. Do they take turns? Take you all together?”

You slapped him clean across the face.

Touching his tender cheek lightly, he rolled his tongue against his jaw, tilting his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

“Feisty” He scoffed, before grabbing your wrist and twisting it behind your back. With a sharp push he smashed your chest against the bar counter, causing his drink to spill over, allowing the shattered glass to pierce into your skin. His nose traces along your neck, behind your ear where he whispered naughtily, “I could see why they’d want you”

Letting you go, you jumped away from him, brushing the shards off of yourself as you wiggled your wrist.

“Who the hell are you, and why do you know so much?”

“Jeon Jungkook” The man stated simply. He paused, smiling slightly at the way you were fuming, “Congratulations by the way…heard you’re getting engaged”

Your blood ran cold. The public didn’t know. Namjoon hadn’t made any official announcements, and Taehyung’s name always remained out of the media’s claws.

“I’m guessing, not by choice huh?” Jungkook gave you a pitiful look. “Why, you’d rather get with Seokjin over there?” He nodded in Jin’s direction. Your eyes switched between the two men, one who was paying no attention to you whatsoever, and the other, eliciting something so incredibly eerie, you weren’t entirely sure if you should be scared or intrigued.

“I don’t know who you are” You said steadily, “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just here to have a good time and celebrate my own final days of freedom, so Jeon Jungkook—leave me the fuck alone”

The man laughed as you stormed away, pushing through the crowd towards Jin’s booth. Heart pounding louder than the electric bass that shook the walls of the club. Your ears numbed out, fists clenched with a myriad of emotions you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Instead, you slammed your palms onto Jin’s table—looking straight at him.

He didn’t even notice you. Not until you grabbed a fist full of hair belonging to the woman making out with him, grinding into him like a desperate whore. Yanking her back you finally spoke:

“Jin”

He smiled upon seeing you, motioning for the women to excuse him. He curled his finger, beckoning you to sit by his side. Sliding into the seat, you leaning against his warm chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You’re still sober?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not about to drink alone” You pouted, smacking him lightly, “You said tonight was about me, but as usual, all you care about is getting laid” Jin grinned at your words before pinching your cheek.

“Hey” His hand landed gently slid around your waist. He giggled as you turned to meet his eyes, nudging your cheek with his nose. He held you close, so close you could melt into his warmth. Lips trailing over your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you. I’m all yours now,”

His fingers slid up to cup your jaw, tilting your face inches from his own. He stared deeply into your eyes. For a moment you felt breathless, unsure if it was the alcohol swimming in your veins, or the deliria from the dizzying encounter you had just had earlier.

His free hand slid over your neck, tracing the thick diamond choker displayed across your chest. “I like this. It brings out your eyes”

“Of course you do, you gave it to me” You pushed him off, folding your arms over your chest.

There was so much left unsaid in these delicate moments spent holding one another’s gaze as though it would shatter if left to fall away. Neither of you would admit it, yet both of you knew.

Deep down. You always knew.

“Why are you letting this engagement happen Jin? Why aren’t you doing anything to stop it?”

The look in your eyes was desperate. Pleading. You knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you addressed the weighted tension that had been growing over the past week, counting down the days before Taehyung’s flight would land.

“You know I can’t do anything. Namjoon dec—”

“Fuck Namjoon” You screamed, pushing against his chest. “I’m so tired of Namjoon deciding how all of us fucking live our lives”

Jin mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t quite hear it, but it sounded like agreement. He paused for a moment, as though he were contemplating something.

“Princess,” He sighed, “I’m gonna need you to just trust me on this one okay. I know, Namjoon is…controlling. But I promise you—” His eyes glistened with sincerity as he cupped your face “It’s the only fucking way you’ll be safe. The only way we can keep you safe from what’s coming”

“But—” He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you before he cradled your head into his chest.

“Come on, Y/n. It’s just Taehyung. He’ll be good to you. There’s no reason to be afraid. And,” He inhaled sharply, pulling your head back to search your eyes as though he had all the time in the world “You won’t lose me. Ever”

Something stirred deep within you. Almost like a sense of dread, a warning that every word he said just then—was a lie.

⟶ 4 days before the murder ⟵

When you woke up the next morning, Jin was nowhere to be found. A simple note on your bedside table—

Out for a run. Try not to be completely drunk by the time I get back ;)

After freshening up, you stepped out of the hotel suite, taking the elevator down to the lobby of the five star resort that Jin had picked out for the two of you. It was beautiful, except for the fact that you felt completely and utterly numb. Jin’s words the night before had hardly been comforting. You had gone online, tried your best to find anything about the man you were about to get engaged to. Even a fucking picture would have sufficed, but your efforts proved futile.

The elevator slowed to a stop, opening on the 9th floor. Your eyes flickered up, to be met with the intense, bitter stare of Jeon motherfucking Jungkook.

“Are you stalking me?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. His hair was rough, ends slightly wet as though he had just taken a shower. He smelled so fucking good—it overwhelmed you. Your lungs suffocating as the elevator doors slid close, and he maneuvered himself next to you, leaning back causally with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his grey joggers. His arms were exposed, allowing you to see the exquisite ink decorated his god-like figure.

“Yeah” He answered blandly. “Saw you finally got your boyfriend’s attention last night after all.”

“He’s not—” You stammered, face flushing as Jungkook smirked. “Whatever, I don’t have the patience for a bitch-ass like you”

“I just don’t understand how you sleep at night” Jungkook let out a dramatic sigh. The elevator reached the lobby, doors sliding open as he stepped in front of you, “Knowing that that family is responsible for destroying so many people’s lives”

“You’re just jealous” Clearly Jungkook was not expecting your comment. You raised your eyebrows at him in amusement. “I know your type. Hating on anyone who’s fucking successful just because they have money and status. But really you’re just projecting”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with a deep rage. It was as though a switch turned in him, firing up the blood in his veins. The edge of your lips quirked, almost as if you were daring him. Taunting him to see how far he would go to get what he wanted.

“Jealous?” He grabbed your jaw, yanking you towards him, his thumb hard against your chin so that he could see the veins on your neck bulging. Pushing you back, he slammed his fist into the wall next to your head. His breaths were heavy, fanning over you as anger seized him. “I fucking hate your kind. Especially that motherfucking Kim family” His words spit onto you like acid, making you flinch with every syllable.

You examined the angry man’s face. There was something so honest—so raw about him, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. You timed your breaths with his, suddenly at a loss for words. No witty comeback, nothing. Just a warm pulse in your chest, a nervous tremble in your limbs and a slew of dirty thoughts wondering just what would happen if—

And then his lips were on yours.

Desperate. Hot—fueled by whatever hate you had drawn in him and it was ecstasy. Fire crawled over your skin behind the rough trace of his hands over your sides, grabbing at you feverishly.

You groaned in surprised, before clenching your eyes shut, kissing him back with every ounce of power. His lips were as soft as you had hoped, so incredibly sweet as he grazed his teeth over your flesh and swallowed you into him. Fingers lacing with yours as he dragged your arms over your head.

A deep growl left his throat, vibrating against you, only making you weaker to his advances. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough—you definitely couldn’t. Losing yourself in him, you tugged at his hair, wanting him to kiss you everywhere and more—your neck, your shoulders, your chest—just aching for him.

Annoyed, he parted from you shakily, eyes blasted with a dark sheen of lust. He smacked his lips before gripping your jaw, digging his nails into you as he tilted your head back. He stared at you—predatory in a way as to decide how he wanted to ravish you next. Next thing you knew, his hand slid to your nape, grabbing the back of your head tightly before pushing you down to the lobby floor.

“H-here?” Slapping your cheek lightly, Jungkook tugged your mouth open, leaning down to spit directly into it. Shame burned all over your face, especially as you heard him coo at you, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as though you were some pet.

“Aw, are you worried one of your Kim boys will find us, hm? See the slut you really are—oh sweetheart, trust me” He leaned down to whisper against your eyelids, “They already know”

You shot him a nasty look, which only fueled him. He gripped your neck, pulling your face into his crotch where he thrust his hips wildly.

“Go on then. I’m sure you know exactly what you’re doing. How many blowjobs have you given those three boys huh?”

“I’ve n-never—”

“Did you not hear me?” His palm smacked against your cheek, this time, harsher. Frustration boiled within you, nevertheless, you obeyed. You didn’t know why—but somehow you found yourself wanting to surrender to him. Punishing yourself, getting what you deserved.

You pushed his thighs open, tugging at his joggers so you could discretely pull out his aching length. Meeting his eyes again, you spit down onto his tip, rubbing the moisture in with your nimble hands. Working his length up and down, not once taking you eyes off of the lust-stricken man.

“Don’t have all day, sweetheart” After tugging at his cock for a while, you finally placed your lips slick around his tip, hallowing your cheeks as you filled up.

“That’s it—fuck—there you go” Jungkook groaned, your tongue tracing along his veiny shaft, wrapping around him and sucking. He felt so good, stuffing you deep down your throat, gagging all over him as you bobbed your head back and forth. Loving him down so fucking well.

“Can I fuck you baby? Will you let me have you?” His voice turned into a delicate whisper, just for a moment. You felt breathless. Suffocated, as you nodded softly. Groaning, he molded his lips onto you again, tugging and pushing against yours in a blended harmony as he pulled you back onto your feet. You could feel him press into you—hard and firm, rolling into you with the slippery fabric of your shorts holding him back.

You whined, unable to separate from his mouth for even a second—as though he was the air you so desperately needed to breathe. Jungkook ignored your whimpers, instead hooking his fingers underneath your tank top, allowing it to slide seamlessly down your figure. Chasing after it with the hot blaze of his lips. He wrapped his tongue around your breast, leaving sweet, prominent kisses. Teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh under which you squirmed with pleasure.

He sighed, breath scorching against your skin. You arched your back into him, fingers tangled in his black locks as he continued to suckle you fondly. His tongue on your neck, behind your ear, swallowing your delectable moans as he touched you all over. His hands magic, bewitching your every nerve. You could feel his desire pressing against your heat, the friction so good.

Yanking down your shorts, you felt him line his cock up at your quivering pussy. He traced the slick folds, teasing you, making you twitch underneath him. Slowly he pushed in, loving the way your cunt swallowed him in, inch by inch. Warm and tight—exactly how he liked it. You cried out in ecstasy, gripping onto his shoulders as he slowly dragged his heavy length out, then sharply thrusting it back in.

Your moans harmonized. Sweet cries of each others names, muddled between curses. He moved into you so good, rolling his hips in an angle that had you seeing stars. He pushed your hands above your head, fucking into you at a steady but forceful pace.

It was obscene. Shameful, as your eyes began to wander over the empty lobby. There you were, directly disobeying Namjoon’s orders—fucking a stranger in public. All it would take is someone to send him a picture, and you had no idea the hell he would pull on you.

The thought alone made your pussy clench.

Truth be told you needed this. So badly you could hardly fathom. Sweat dripped from Jungkook’s forehead as he continued to piston in and out of you, so sounds of wet skin soft yet prominent enough for you to blush at the noise. You could feel the pressure building. It was far beyond anything you could handle.

“Fuck—" You screamed, senses sent over the edge as you claimed down on him tightly. Jungkook cursed loudly, quickening his pace as you came, fucking you through the high.

Bursting deep inside you, he slowed his trusts, kissing your forehead before roughy shoving you back until your back slammed against the wall, leaving him gasping. Forearms on either side of your head, hanging his own down to catch his breath.

And then you felt your soul leave you.

The faint echo of applause filled the otherwise barren lobby.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Jungkook wiped the slick sweat from his forehead, smirking at your stunned face before tugging up his joggers. He turned, eyes falling right onto none other than Kim Seokjin.

“Oh my God” Your voice wavered. Jungkook watched carefully as you stumbled back down to your knees, tugging your top back over your breasts in an effort to reclaim your decency. “Jin” No fucking way.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in interest, watching as Jin crouched down in front of you, pulling off his running hoodie before sliding it over your head. The garment fell to the tops of your thighs. He smiled warmly, much to Jungkook’s surprise.

“I’d say good morning but it seems you’ve already had one,” Jin joked. A scowl grew on Jungkook’s face, fueled in part by the way Jin raised your hand to his lips, tenderly kissing them before standing back up. Reluctantly he shuffled through his pockets for his. elevator card. “Come Y/n, it’s our last day out here so I made some plans for us”

Guiding you back into the elevator, Jin stalled himself near Jungkook to whisper something into his ear. You watched the subtle exchange between the two men—the knowing nod that Jin passed onto Jungkook, whose jaw clenched.

Waving, Jin followed you into the elevator, heading back to the room where you were certain you were about to get an earful from your best friend.

⟶ 3 days before the murder ⟵

The subtle ticking of the clock rang in Jimin’s ears—perfectly offbeat to the quickening throb in his chest. His thumb on the edge of his gold-plated letter opener—a gift from one of his longest clients. In front of him was a single, crisp hundred-dollar bill, adjacent to a handful of small orange pills. Perks of the job.

After a quick glance to his watch he took the blade, crushing the pills into a coarse powder. Rolling up the bill he paused, contemplating. A sharp buzz came through his speakers—

“Mr. Kim was your last patient Dr. Park, you’re free to go,”

He grinned inwardly, quickly lining the roll up to the powder. His heart steadied. One. He inhaled sharply—two. Three. His heart jumped in his chest, muscles on his shoulders relaxing as he brushed off the remnants from his glass desk with a slight flick of the wrist.

Sometimes Jimin wondered if studying so hard that his blood would run dry was worth it. He really did, especially as he stared at the cream walls behind his patients. It wasn’t that he hated his job—he didn’t. It was by far more entertaining than anything else in his life. It was the humor of it all. How he’d dedicated his life to empower and help people.

And here he was. Learning the most twisted, darkest thoughts of the richest people around. Criminals? Not quite. Not technically. But Jimin knew enough to have each and every one of them behind bars. And behind bars is where he’d be—if he were to utter a word. A fact he was reminded of time and time again.

Jimin always took great interest in his patients. He liked to tell himself it was part of the profession, to take the improvement and success of each and ever single one of his patients personally. He invested in his patients. In their complex, often dangerous lives.

Lately things had been more interesting than usual. Jimin leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk. Pen twirling in his fingers.

“I’m taking the next few weeks off, cancel all my appointments” A naughty grin plastered on his face.

“I have an engagement to attend”

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