#kpop mafia au
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BOSS YOU AROUND
Mingyu x afab reader
WC: 3.7K
WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷♀️
Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work. He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour.
“Who is it?” your voice rings out.
“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.
On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…
You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.
“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.
You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.
What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat.
“Don’t be like that, bunny.”
You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight.
“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.
“Are you flirting with me right now?”
“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.
He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.
“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.
“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.
You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.
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“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.
“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.
“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”
“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”
“That's not true, we need something from you.”
“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”
“What?”
“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”
He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”
“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.
“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”
“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”
He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist.
He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.
“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.
“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door.
Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended.
One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.
“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”
That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.
You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now.
“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.
Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.
“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath.
“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”
You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.
A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”
“Who are you?”
“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair.
“You haven’t asked a question.”
His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back.
“Where the fuck is San?”
Your eyes widen. San?
“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”
“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”
“London? What business does he have in London?”
“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer.
He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry.
“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.”
Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse.
The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.”
“Mingyu please don’t.”
“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”
“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper.
“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.”
“Well I am scared.”
“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers.
He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.
He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after.
What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?
He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside.
“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”
“That's a bad place to keep your keys.”
He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”
He has a point.
“Ok, bye.”
“No thank you kiss?” he pouts.
“I’ll kick you in the balls again.”
He puts his hands up in surrender.
You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror.
~~~~~
2 months later
You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”
Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole.
Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction.
“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh.
You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.”
He walks around the corner with a pout.
“Why are you here?”
“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.
“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.
“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”
“Ok fine.”
He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking.
“Why are you here?” you sigh.
“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”
Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch.
“Lovely set up you have here.”
“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking.
“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”
You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal.
“I don’t believe you”
He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers.
You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”
“That's not true.” he whines.
“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”
He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with.
“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”
“Holy shit, Shut up.”
He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down.
“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”
He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”
You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?”
He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”
His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”
“Please.”
“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”
“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”
You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.
You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes.
“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle.
“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”
You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length.
“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.
“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you”
He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.
Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head.
“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”
“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.
“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”
“As if.”
He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it.
“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”
He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length.
“Open up.”
You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”
He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.
“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly.
“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”
He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it.
“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”
You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”
He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath.
“Bend over the couch.”
You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass.
“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts.
You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight.
“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds.
“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.”
He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words.
“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”
You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way.
“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs.
“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock.
He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you.
“Beg”
“No.”
He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”
You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
The fuck?
“What.”
“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”
“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze.
“On second thought, I don't want to hear you.”
He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”
Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him.
“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch.
You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.
He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police.
“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.
“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”
He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on.
“Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”
You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy.
“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”
He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door.
“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape.
“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off.
You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman.
“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.
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Ride Or Die | Steam
mafia!jungkook, druglord!jungkook, slight yandere!jungkook, smut, angst, exes au.
Word count: 4k
Jungkook wakes up to a surprise visitor. Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, drugs, unhealthy co-dependant toxic relationship, explicit smut, unprotected sex, heavy angst & feelings. Important note: I do not condone nor enable this behaviour, this is fiction and irl relationships like this should not be tolerated or romanticised
MINISERIES COLLECTION
“Find her.” Jungkook bites through the phone with a racing heart.
His friend and right hand man Jimin audibly sighs, “We’ve tried boss… It’s like she’s disappeared.”
It’s been two weeks since you left Jungkookk standing alone in what used to be your shared apartment. He hasn’t seen your face in two weeks, not heard the sound of your voice for fourteen days… It’s killing him to say the least, especially when you’re making it so difficult for him to contact you to talk this out properly.
“Try harder, before your family members start disappearing for real.” He spits, ending the call abruptly.
Being a gang leader comes with a myriad of things – constantly and professionally breaking and evading the law, getting into fights, shoot-outs, the endless sea of drugs at his disposal… It’s no life for a twenty seven year old who’s trying everything in his power to better himself – hell it’s no life for anybody. And with you gone? The loneliness of this life is overwhelming.
For years you’ve been the only stable thing in Jungkook’s life, whether he deserves you or not is another story. You’ve always been there for him, even when he didn’t want you to be. You’re kind, you’re caring, you’re…everything to him. And now you’re gone, even Jimin and the others have no idea where you are, and that speaks volumes considering his gang bts usually have no issue with finding someone who doesn’t want to be found. It’s ironic really, how you’ve learned so much from his life.
It's when he finds an old pyjama set of yours in the bottom of his drawer when it hits him hard. You’re really not coming back. With a tight balled fist he hits the wall, knocking a hole into the smooth grey paintwork. He’s panicking, heart pounding, he doesn’t know what kind of man he is without you by his side.
You never agreed with his lifestyle, tried to talk him out of the bad decisions he made time and time again – until you realised your pleas fell on deaf ears. He was never going to change, and that’s what lead you to disappearing into the abyss.
Jungkook’s tried everything by this point: calling you, calling your friends, your family, showing up at your workplace with a potty-mouth full of threats for your co-workers if they didn’t tell him where you were. At first he wanted to find you to make things right, to apologise, to show you he’s not really the monster you fear he is. But now with a bloody fist and watery eyes, he knows you were right all along… He isn’t the man you fell in love with. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find you and show you that he can be that guy again, he’ll do anything it takes to win you back.
The next morning he wakes on the sofa, body stiff and sore. Ever since you left he’s been sleeping here with a shitty little blanket that barely keeps him warm. He can’t bring himself to wake up in bed alone, the sheets don’t even smell like your perfume anymore so what’s the fucking point? If you’re not there, he doesn’t want to be there either. He’s still wearing clothes from…three days ago. Personal hygiene has been the least of his worries, the only thought, the only person, the only thing on his mind, consuming every thought is you. Finding you before he forgets the shape of your face. He needs to know you’re safe. He needs to apologise. He needs to tell you he loves you even if it is just one last time.
It's as though you felt his distain and desperation from afar, because when Jungkook stands to stretch out the knots and aches in his body he freezes in place. You’re home.
“Y/N?” He has to double-check he isn’t dreaming or tripping when he sees you standing by the door. You’re wearing a crisp white blazer and mini skirt set. Your hair in a high ponytail, white stilettos give you an extra three inches of height. You look fucking amazing, meanwhile he hasn’t showered in days.
“Hi Kook.” Your voice is calm, calculated, and it makes every hair on his body stand on end and scream for more.
“What are you doing here?” He’s frozen in place, as much as he wants to run over to you, grab you and kiss you, he can’t move. Instead he stares at you with curious eyes, how are you so…okay? Is he the only one hurting? The question raised ignites a fire of fury inside him.
You peel your gaze from his, clicking your tongue, “You need to stop looking for me. You’re scaring a lot of people.”
At this Jungkook can’t help but chuckle, the sound is borderline evil, he doesn’t care about scaring people since it’s what he does for a living, you of all people should know that. “Are you threatening me baby? I wouldn’t have to look for you if you didn’t make it so difficult.”
“I didn’t come here for a fight,” You’re walking over to him, the sound of your heels clicking and clacking against the hardwood floor, “I came here to ask you nicely… Stop looking for me, stop threatening people I care about. Just stop this, stop all of this...please.”
“If you’re planning on walking back out that door you know I’m not gonna stop until I find you again.” He takes two steps closer, until his chest is almost flush with yours. You smell like passionfruit and mandarin shower gel, the same way you always do. “Whatever it takes.”
“Why?” You challenge him with confidence, the polar opposite to the vulnerable sobs you cried for him the last time you were here. “Why can’t you just let me leave in peace?”
“Because…”
Your brows are raised expectantly, eyes nervously searching his face, “Because…?”
A wave of desperation washes over Jungkook, his tattooed hand finds purchase on your jaw. His hold is gentle, featherlight, but it doesn’t stop your heart from hammering inside your chest. You’re intoxicated by his presence, his dark hair is slicked back exposing thick brows that are furrowed with confusion and hurt.
“Because I don’t want you to go.” His words cut you like a knife, your head is spinning when he closes the distance between your faces, his nose ghosting yours.
“Jungkook…” You let out a shaky breath, a warning that you can’t do this. But you don’t push him away, you don’t put up a fight, you don’t do anything save for stare at him through long eyelashes that are already fluttering with anticipation. Wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you, despite what he’s done.
“…We shouldn’t, I came here to say goodb—”
Without a moment of hesitation he kisses you, one hand snaking to the back of your hair to keep you close, the other sliding down to your waist and gripping you hard enough to bruise. Finally, you’re back in his hold. Muscle memory takes over and he kisses you exactly how he knows you like to be kissed – tongue slipping into your mouth with ease before it entwines and dances rhythmically with yours. The sound of your soft moan sends a rush of blood to his pants, a feeling he can’t ignore.
It all happens so fast, a blurred frenzy of mutual desperation and greed.
He walks you backwards to the neutrally decorated bathroom all while unbuttoning your blazer, grunting in approval when he spots you’ve decided to show up here without a bra. Not that you need one, you had your boobs done two years ago and so they stay perfectly upright and in place no matter what you wear. His teeth almost clash against yours as he’s smiling, listening to the needy little whimpers you’re making that only rile him up more. You’re pulling his shirt off, manicured fingertips grazing the bumps of his toned abdomen before he sinks to his knees in front of you, unzipping the pathetic excuse for a skirt you’ve worn.
Oh you definitely came here for a fuck, why else would you wear a dainty white sheer g string that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He slides it down your bare legs before working on your stilettos. When you’re completely naked you’re tugging his dark hair harsh enough for him to hiss, pulling him up to your mouth where you’re the one to initiate a series of lewd, sinful kisses while ridding him of the rest of his clothes. At this he picks you up effortlessly, slamming your back against the shower tiles before punching the switch, earning steamy hot water to cascade down your now completely naked bodies.
“Jungkook…” His name slides off your tongue a little too easily, your body aflame and craving his touch. He swallows your words and moans, caging you in his heavily tattooed arms that rest either side of your head. You don’t care that your hair and makeup are ruined, you don’t care that deep down you absolutely know you shouldn’t be doing this. All you care about is him, the way he kisses you so messily and hot as though he needs you just as much as you need him.
“Mmm…” He groans against your lips, taking a sponge and coating it with shower gel before dragging the sopping material slowly, oh so slowly, across your bare breasts. The bubbles drip down your body, like a trail of sin leading him to where you desire him most.
After briefly washing his own body, all while kissing you with your fingers deep in his hair, he pulls back to stare you down. His gaze is fierce, threatening almost. Hooded eyes drink in your features, the way your mascara is running down your cheeks, the way you’re already a panting mess for him.
“I’ve missed you baby.” Jungkook whispers, roughly gripping your jaw in a moment of blind panic, “Don’t do that to me again.”
“I-,” Your words are cut short when you’re being lifted, back shoved against the wet wall. On instinct alone you wrap your legs round his waist, your head lolls back with a small gasp at the coolness of the tiles. “Please…” You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for, you were the one who left him. But now, as Jungkook’s lips are sucking and biting the flesh of your neck you can’t recall why. Steam and lust cloud your senses, you’re whimpering quietly, arms settled on his strong shoulders.
“Tell me you want me.” His pleas burn your skin, “Tell me how much you’ve missed me.”
“So much…” You admit with a gentle sigh, because it’s the truth, “I’ve missed you so much. I want you so bad Kook...”
“Then why…” Jungkook lines his now painfully hard cock up to your entrance, you’re already as wet as the shower which causes him to bite back a smirk. Slowly, he pushes inside. “Mmm…” It’s been so long since he’s felt you like this, his head is spinning and his balls are tight from the way your walls greedily welcome him, pulling him in to the hilt, “Why…did you run off like that, hm?”
“Not right now.” You shake your head lightly, trying to concentrate on the way he’s stuffing you, “Please… fuck me Jungkook.”
“You know you’ll always come back to me, right?” His eyes are squeezed shut from pleasure, he’s fucking you slowly, sensually, rolling his hips into you more gentle than he’s ever been. “Look at you. You’ve been here less than fifteen minutes and we’re already…” A small hiss cuts him off, you’re tugging the hairs at his scalp to pull his head back.
You’re looking at him with eyes that are drunk in equal parts lust and love. Ogling the way his pierced lip is tucked between his teeth, the way his stare is stuck on you, he looks so fucking sexy. His hands grab your ass tight enough to break something, but the only thing that breaks in this moment is your heart.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me like it’s the last time.” You swallow, pressing your damp forehead to his.
“Why?” His tone is croaky, desperate and laced with sadness.
“…Because it is.”
Every reaction has an equal reaction, and your confession sparks electricity fuelled by fear and dread in the gang leader. This isn’t the last time, it will never be the last time. Not with you. In a frenzied display of emotions his mouth crashes to yours again, lips, tongues and teeth messily fighting for dominance when he picks up the pace. Rutting into you so harshly that your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’. Too overwhelmed, too emotional, too stunned to react. His hips snap in and out of you at a dangerous pace, the sound of skin slapping wet skin floods the shower and encourages him to go faster.
“You really think you can find someone else who can you feel like this, hm?” He growls, his head bobbed just enough to nip at your throat as water cascades down the spans of his muscular back. He’s riddled with jealousy and insecurity at the mere thought, realising he can’t lose you, that’s just not an option. “Look at me.”
But you’re already too fucked out to realise what he’s saying, his huge length is bumping and banging against your sweet spot with every thrust. It’s when he delivers one particularly brutal snap of his hips that you shriek in equal parts pain and pleasure.
“I said,” He spits, holding your weight with one arm to grip your throat. That gets your attention. “Look at me.”
And you do, you watch him intently while the coil within you grows tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
“You’re mine.” His words are followed by a series of kisses. You’re swallowing each other’s moans and grunts. Tears prick your eyes, your nails digging into his soapy skin hard enough to draw blood. “You’re never fucking leaving again, you got that?”
Another painful thrust hits, one that has you sobbing from the sensitivity. It’s as if he’s punishing you for running away; the way he fucks you relentlessly, the hold he has on your neck, but in this moment you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels so good to have him fuck you like this, so sloppily, so desperately, like he’s scared of losing you.
“Kook…” You whimper, pulling his wet hair when the fire inside continues to grow.
“Gonna come for me?” He smirks, kissing your forearm, there’s no way you’d ever find another man who can make you come undone as quickly as he can. “But you’ve been such a bad girl Y/N…”
“I-, I’m sorry. Please.”
Overcome with lust Jungkook removes you from the tiles, holding you in his arms before turning and smashing you into the opposite wall. The shower head is directly above you, hot water glossing what little space lies between your heaving bodies. It’s going in your mouth, when you gasp for air you choke slightly and he revels in the sound. His hair is as soaked as your pussy while he continues to fuck you hard, as though his very existence depends on it.
Your thighs are like a vice grip around his waist, heels digging into his bare ass. You look so fucking sexy like this, mewling because of him, coughing and gasping because of him. He can’t help but smirk at the sight in front of him. When your hole clenches his throbbing cock he knows your close to reaching ecstasy and he speeds up, he’s hammering you so fast that his legs are shaking – but he doesn’t care. With one hand palming your ass he brings the other to your breast, already knowing how sensitive you are. His thumb glides over your nipple, earning himself a throaty moan from your end that sends a rush of heat straight to his balls.
“Come for me.” He demands, taking the flesh of your ear between his teeth.
Your makeup washes down your cheeks from the waterfall above, body slipping and sliding against Jungkook’s with every movement.
“Come for me baby, show me how much you’ve missed me.” His voice is rough against your neck, further fuelling the fire that’s about to explode.
“I’m-,” Your head kicks back with a groan, you welcome the heat from the water on your face and bare chest. “I’m gonna-, Jungkook!” Your whole body tenses in pleasure when a squirt of slick drenches your already soaked ex-boyfriend, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard just like the way he fucks you.
“Mmm, that’s it…fuck.” Kook aids you ride out your high, snaking his free hand down to your clit to rub out another orgasm less than ten seconds after your last.
“Fuck! Jungkook I-, I can’t—!” You try to warn him but it’s too late, you’re squirting again, more forcefully than the last time because you’re so sensitive, clit pulsing and banging in sync with his deep thrusts.
“Baby! Oh shit, fuck… You feel amazing.” The next thing you know his hand is on your throat again, squeezing hard when he kisses you with such desperation that it makes you see stars. You swallow his moans, tongue clashing against his with the added wetness of the downpour above you. Your fingertips are deep in his hair, legs trembling around his taught body, heart still pounding from the double euphoria you’ve just reached.
“Gonna come, shit I’m gonna come!” He barks, rolling his hips impossibly harder into your pussy, until the crown of his cock is bruising your cervix when he bottoms out with a guttural moan. Water continues to flow between and atop of you when he slows his ministrations to an eventual stop. You’re sore, bruised, out of breath and shaky.
Jungkook holds you in place, resting his large palms on your hips. Reality comes crashing down on him in the form of the shower above. He presses his forehead to yours, ignoring the tears threatening to drip from his hooded eyes. Reaching up he pushes the off switch for the water, still buried inside you, fearful of letting you go.
It’s silent, it’s cold, and it’s tense.
“You can put me down now…” Your airy chuckle causes his chest to tighten, he doesn’t want to but he obliges anyway. Pulling out and helping you settle on your weak legs. When you exit the shower you find a towel with ease, remembering exactly where you stored them when you lived here.
“Here… Let me help you.” Jungkook’s own legs are shaky when he makes his way over to you, grabbing a smaller towel to help dry your hair. And for a moment things feel almost normal, his body is shivering but he doesn’t care. Instead helping you dry off completely in the steaming bathroom.
“Kook…” You sigh, and he shakes his head with a frown.
“Don’t.” He wraps you in the larger towel, cradling you in his arms, “Don’t say it.”
“I miss you Jungkook, but I—”
The last thing you expected was for Jungkook to openly beg for you, giving he’s so proud, but when he sinks to his knees with his hands firmly on your body your heart breaks in two.
“I can change, I promise I can change. I will, I already have! Please baby, I love you so fucking much… Don’t do this, don’t go. Don’t leave me.” He’s crying now, real tears when he peppers your bare legs with kisses to mask his sobs, “I can’t live without you Y/N. I’m sorry. God I’m so fucking sorry…”
“Let go of me please.” You swallow the lump forming in your throat, but he doesn’t let up, “Kook, let me go…”
He shakes his head, “No, because I know if I let you go you’ll never come back.”
“Jungkook just stop this, please…” You plead, vision clouded by your own rush of emotions, “I can’t live like this anymore. I told you, I-, I’m done.”
“No!” He roars, standing up to tower over you with a dangerous stare, “No you’re not done. Because if you were really done with me we wouldn’t have fucked each other’s brains out just now. You need me just as much as I need you.”
“I-, I know. I’m sorry… This was a mistake.” You try to edge your way out the bathroom but he grips your wrist and pulls, winning you to slam back into his wet body with force.
His eyes are trained solely to your face, slightly covered by his dripping hair, “I promise you I’ve changed.”
At this you can’t help but scoff, “Really? Two weeks and all of a sudden you’re a new man?”
“I have—”
“Then tell me why our coffee table is covered in cocaine. What’s the problem?” You watch his face drop, “Didn’t think I’d notice? You’ve been threatening people I care about just to find me, you haven’t changed at all.” You spit, guilt and embarrassment coursing your veins. This was a mistake, you should’ve never come back here.
“If you walk out that door don’t think I won’t have my men searching for you day and night. Whatever it takes. I love you Y/N, don’t do this.”
“Love? Is that what you think this is?” You point at the space between your bodies, “This isn’t love.”
Jungkook’s jaw is set tight enough to shatter into pieces, just like his heart is about to, “Are you saying that you don’t love me?”
You know deep down, that this is the only way he’ll let you go.
Whatever it takes.
“No. I don’t.”
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Jooheon - Fate
MonstaX Mafia!AU: Their wife running away again
Genre: fluffy angst or angsty fluff, you be the judge
Word count: 1633
You and Jooheon met when you were still teenagers in the same school. He was part of the bad boys of your year and you were the perfect and kind a student.
One day when the teacher asked for a tutor for Jooheon as some kind of second chance, you were the only one that volentered. Not to the surprise of your teacher or classmates, but definitely to his. He had always been enthralled by you but he didn't know you were just as intrigued by him.
Though your classmates hadn't been surprised by you offering to help him, they were shocked when you two started dating. It was the typical good girl bad boy romance.
It went as far as a long distance relationship when you went to college and he started to work. And after college getting an apartment together to finally getting engaged.
Sadly fate didn't take it further than that.
"When we're you planning on telling me Jooheon!?" you yelled, luggage in hand, standing in front of your now ex-fiancé.
"Tell you what?" you could see clearly that he was trying to keep his voice calm. To think clearly and not let your raised voice get to his head. This only made you more angry.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that our WEDDING is being paid with f*cking BLOOD MONEY! I can't believe you jooheon!"
His face wasn't as steady anymore, he was clearly frustrated, pained. Yet he still did his best to keep his voice steady and low. "Just baby, drop the bag, we can talk about this."
You didn't drop your bag. You only tightened your grip. Your eyes slowly drifted from fury to regret and sadness. "I don't think we can." was the last thing you said before making your way to your car.
He wanted to stop you. More than anything in the world, he wanted to come after you. But maybe the best thing he could do for you was let you leave. Maybe in another life, maybe one day, he could let himself be happy with you. But he couldn't make you accept what he did, who he was. He couldn't make you love him.
To stop himself from going after you he decided to drown his sorrows instead. Sitting on the living room floor in the apartment you once shared. But no amount of alcohol could wipe the memories off every inch of the place. Even a years after it still reminded him of you. He didn't understand why he couldn't just relieve himself from his misery. He hadn't moved on, he couldn't get himself to move out. Sometimes, like today, "see you later, baby" still quietly rolled off his lips before closing the door on the empty apartment.
"Finally, I've been waiting for 10 minutes" Chankyun muttered when Jooheon got to his car. "Sorry, hadn't noticed that much time had passed." he muttered back. Chankyun rolled his eyes and drove off.
"We can't be late for this. I know it's a party but Shinee will be there and Shownu wants us to get along with them. We can't afford a fued with another gang. Especially of that status." Chankyun usually wasn't the one to lecture in the group but the rest had given him the clear assignment of keeping an eye on Jooheon. They couldn't afford a slip right now and Jooheon had been slipping one too many times lately.
But when they walked in, Chankyun immediately saw 'getting along' wasn't going to be an easy task.
There you stood in the middle of the room talking to none other than Shinee's Minho. Jooheon was just as enamoured by you as the first time he saw you. It didn't matter what Chankyun said, he wasn't listening.
He had to have you back. Or in the least talk to you. His feet seemed to be moving toward you out of his control. That was until he witnessed Minho's lips placed on your forehead. He was boiling inside, but on the outside he was stoic. More stoic than his group members had seen him in a while. Shownu debated going to stop him after hearing from Chankyun what was going on. In the end he decided to see how this was going to play out. Maybe it could be good closure and they could get back to work.
When Minho left your side his place was quick occupied by Jooheon. For a split second you seemed surprised. If Jooheon wasn't taking in every curve of your face, he would have missed it.
"Jooheon." you nodded in his direction.
"You don't seem that surprised to see me." his smile, or smirk even, reminded you of your first meeting as well.
"I figured this would be your scene." you looked around at the men in suits, many with beautiful women on their arms, ignoring the loud music as if it was part of another party.
"Maybe you wanted to see me." he said cockily. You looked at him with raised eyebrow, yet your look soffened when you took in his features. Yes, his smirk said he was confident but his eyes told you another story. You knew those eyes, not from your first meeting, but your last. Those were the eyes of a broken man, a man with regrets, man you wanted to console. You restrained yourself, looking at your feet rather than his eyes.
He had noticed you averting your gaze and knew exactly why. You knew him through and through, even now, but he could read you just as well.
"Do you regret how things ended between us?" he blurted out,though he looked like he knew exactly what he asked. It took you a moment to answer, as if you still needed to build the courage to form the firm "No." that finally left your lips.
"Just grant me a dance then. Prove it, that you have no regrets, no feelings. We can take it fast or slow. Just dance with me tonight and we'll let fate decide." he stretched out his hand to you and you hesitated.
"One dance and you'll let me go after that?" When he promised with a simple nod you took his hand and he led you to where few people were actually dancing. Lucky for you, a slower song was playing. It was almost sensual. Jooheon had agonizing timing.
He wrapped your hands around his neck, almost like he was teaching you how to dance. In that you could actually use the lesson. You had forgotten everything but him in that moment. You fought the urge to pinch your eyes closed and physically shake the thought from your head. You swore to yourself you wouldn't fall for his charm again.
But when his hands met your hips, your body seemed to disagree. From the spot where he touched you, shivers ran up your sides and down your legs. You had the unholy thoughts of good times once spent from entering your mind. How could he still have that effect on you.
"You seem deep in thought, baby." before he knew it, the word had slipped and seeing by your reaction, it had been a mistake.
Your hands shot from his neck back to your sides, taking a step back. His face for the first time that night showed what he was truly feeling. Worry.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." he tried to explain himself, but you interrupted him. "Just, let me go." tears brimmed your eyes and you ran off. He couldn't let you go, not like this, not again.
"What do you think you're doing?" an angry Minho was now blocking him from going after you.
"Look, I'm not looking for any trouble. I just need to talk to Y/N. We know each other." he tried to explain himself without causing trouble with who he assumed was your current boyfriend.
"I know who you are." oh shit "you broke her heart, I'm not going to let you do it again."
No matter how much Shownu wanted MonstaX and Shinee to become allies, they stood behind Jooheon as soon as they noticed trouble. "neither will I" Jooheon answered Minho, pushing passed him. Minho meanwhile being stopped by Shownu.
"Let this play out. You knew what you were getting into when you brought her here."
Lucky for Jooheon, you hadn't gone far. You were instead walking in circles around the fountain nearby, staring at your reflection in the water until his joined it. You faced him, not knowing what you wanted to tell him, even when your heart was screaming it.
"I can't let you go." he whispered "if I let you go again, I might not survive it."
You didn't have to say it for him to know you felt the same way.
Why?
Because as soon as he said it your lips connected with his in a hungry kiss. A kiss that told him how deprived you had felt in those few years apart. And he responded with just as much feeling.
When you broke apart it took a moment of staring into eachother's eyes for the both of you to catch your breaths and get back to reality. Jooheon pinched his eyes closed, creating a pained expression.
"What about your boyfriend?" he asked, honestly wanting you to be happy and worried of the trouble the kiss could bring you. Especially in these circles.
"I never really started dating again after you." you cheepishly admitted.
"Then Minho..."
"is my brother." you finished, not all that surprised by his assumption. But the truth shocked him more.
"I thought you wanted nothing to do with... My kind of people." he didn't want to say it. Like he was ashamed of it.
"I was born into it, I tried to escape it but instead ran straight back into it with you. I've realized now it's not something I can escape." you gave him another deep kiss "and now I don't think I want to anymore."
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꒰ 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ꒱ 구정모
summary : all you've ever wanted was to distract you boyfriend from the world he finds himself smack in the middle of
genre : mafia(?)!au, jungmo x afab!reader, fluff, established relationship
tws : pet names, kiss, slight suggestive content (like not at all)
author notes : for my dear anonymous requestor. i hope you like it & thank you for the scenario!! i've never fully written a mafia!au before so, i hope it's not too bad. and, truthfully i've been in a bit of a writer's block recently.
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“how long will you be gone?” my voice broke through the deafening silence, which was only interrupted by the light crinkle of paper.
i paced the darkly-decorated room as i waited his response. murals, framed with gold and old weapons hanging on the walls. the brick was a dark shade of red, dusty and, purposefully, dingey-looking. it had a scary aesthetic, in contrast to the white slip-dress you’d put on only hours ago. the setting-sun shined through the window with an orange hue — which was only covered halfway by the dark curtains that were made to keep it out. i paused and stared crossed-armed at the man who casually sat behind the, just as dark, cedar desk: papers, upon papers scattered in a never ending raging-sea.
his attention didn’t settle on me, in turn making my voice raise as i tried again to catch it, “jungmo,” his movement stopped, however he didn’t look up from the sheet he’d read seemingly a hundred times, “how long will you be gone this time?”
i knew it couldn’t have been an easy task, told by the way his body tensed and his fingers pressed over the bridge of his nose.
but still, he didn’t answer me.
he was the quiet-type. he’d been that way since the day we’d met almost three years ago now, when he was prowling the bar i had spent the better part of my life tending. but, he was gentle and honest from that day forth. he did his best to protect me from the horrors of his world — hesitant to add me to it in the first place. but, he said it was love at first sight. that he'd shield his sunshine from the bitter planet's patterns.
and, who was i to deny?
i did love him endlessly, the ugly and disgusting included. i've known for years that he does things less the desirably. he'd killed people, however, it never scared or put me off. i knew the innocent look in his eye, reserved for me and me alone.
i guess, maybe his sunshine could get cloudy from time to time, too.
my fingers traced along his shoulders once i'd gotten close enough. he sighed, maybe because of what he'd read, or more likely, my touch, which i've been told — by him — is very soothing.
"baby," i stated, running both my hands down his arms and resting my head in the crook of his neck. i could hear his heart drumming a steady rhythm, that every so often skipped a beat when i'd motion like i was going to let go. "jungmo, love. what is it this time?"
he hummed, but still no words left his lips. though it wasn't unlike him, and has since stopped irritating me; i just wanted his mental anguish to avert to me, to distract him.
without any more questions, my right hand snaked up his own and to the paper. with ease, i took it from his grasp and added it to the droplets already on the wood.
his gaze fell upon me as i slid between him and the desk, holding his wrists out to the side so he couldn't protest — but, he didn't even attempt to. he let my legs straddle his lap, myself then letting his hands fall to their place on my waist, like that's where they were made to be.
"when do you leave?" i asked, his eyes locking with mine. i could feel him tense, his grip on the fabric over my skin tightening. the look in them was enough to answer, the sparkling that he saved for my view gone in an instant.
"tonight." he said coldly, barely over a whisper.
"and, when do you return?"
at this time, my hands had come to rest around his neck, our faces nearly centimeters apart — breaths mixing.
"my sunshine," he started, his hands rubbing up and down my sides soothingly — but, more for his stim than my comfort. "hopefully, tomorrow night. twenty-four hours. its not a complicated task. between wonjin, woobin and i, it shouldn't take long."
i halved a smile, "then why hopefully? who is it for?"
he finished the smile in my place, halting his movements on my side and bringing them to rest against my cheeks. he all but cooed, "don't worry, my sunshine." and pressed a light kiss against my lips.
i chased it, when he broke off, with a slight pout. but, he laughed against the skin of my neck, pulling me into an embrace instead of giving into my desires.
i'd see him again, i was sure of it, but that didn't stop the unbearable thought from crossing my mind: it very well could be the last kiss we ever have. still, he wouldn't say the word goodbye, and i prayed i'd never hear it fall from his lips in my lifetime and the next.
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Mafia Member j.jh SERIES
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Wc: 0.4k
Warnings: Mention of killing and kidnapping
Genre: Angst
Just another normal evening, walking through the wet, dark, unlit alleys like any other evening. You wore an all black outfit so I people wouldn't recognize you. You kept walking down the alley and stopped at a corner to lean against the wall and light your cigarette.
You were about to take another drag on your cigarette when you heard a loud but rather dull bang. You peeked around the corner and saw a young man surrounded by several men in black suits wearing black masks. All you could see was their silhouettes.
One man asked the guy they were surrounding, "Now, mr. Kang. You know why you're here, right?" So his name's mr. Kang. You thought to yourself. "Yes, Sir." Mr. Kang answered, when then another man said, "You still owe us 5 million won, which you were supposed to give us by the end of the month. We gave you a chance to raise the money in a month, but it seems you wasted that time otherwise."
Taking another drag on your cigarette, still not getting what's going on right in front of your eyes, you choked on it, making you cough. You quickly hid behind the corner, hoping no one heard you. But your position, not far away from the incident, made it able for you to hear what they were talking about. You could hear how mr. Kang was pleading for another chance, starting a discussion, which soon turned into a physical fight. All of a sudden you could hear the same loud and damp bang, as earlier.
Curious as to what had just happened, you took a look around the corner. What you saw made you yelp. Two of those men came running towards you, as you tried your best to escape. You ran as fast as you possibly could, your feet dragging you places, you've never been before. But right now, you couldn't care less. Not long after, those two men caught up to you, grabbing you harshly by your arms. Another man stood i front of you, coming down, to meet your eyes.
"How much did you see, little?" He asked you, grabbing your chin to force you to make eye contact. "Not to much, I guess..." You replied, in a low tone, your voice almost leaving you from all the fear you were in. "Oh, so a group of men killing someone is not to much? Well that's new to me. Come on guys, let's take her with us." Before you could even say anything, someone put a cloth over your face, making you pass out in a matter of, what you believe was, a minute.
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There’s a week left for my birthday 🥳
What would you say if love shot series made a comeback as my birthday special?? 👀👀
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chapter 2 of Monster is posted :) go check it out!
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The Trespasser pt. 25
You were on top of the world with the new title of leader of your family’s clan. You were the strongest clan in all of the orient and you were proud. But your family feels that there are threats still lurking around making you a target. When they introduce you to a potential man for a business and marriage merger will it help your clan or make matters worse?
Wonho x Reader, Shownu x Reader, Jooheon x Reader
It had been several days since Hoseok had packed up and left the house and there was a certain heaviness in the air that no one dared to address. Especially when you were around.
You could hear the boys whispering and talking amongst themselves whenever they thought that you weren’t around, but you didn’t do anything to confront or clarify the situation to the men. Instead you just walked around in silence like a zombie. You didn’t linger around and chit chat with the boys and you didn’t sit around in common areas. If you were needed the boys could either be found in your office, in your bedroom or in the gym. Because after you had taken all of the medicine and triggered your period you had decided that you would act like nothing had happened in the last few months. It was the only way that you could stop the pain, embarrassment and tears from resurfacing.
And yes you did feel pain after doing what you had done. And there is no easy way to describe the feeling that you have from aborting a baby that you could have given birth to. Because as much as you felt liberated by not having that burden you also feel ashamed, and incredibly heartbroken.
You felt sad and lost. Unable to communicate how you felt in a house full of men because none of them would ever know what it meant to even have life inside of themselves. So instead of moping about it you shoved everything inside and continued to do your work as if there was nothing wrong at all.
“hey boss” Minhyuk had said as he joined you in the gym where you were currently exercising and trying to get out your feelings and frustrations.
He had approached the treadmill where you were running and you removed your headphones to listen to what he had to say.
“I have a guy at the front gate who says that he’s here to change all of the locks and codes. Did you want to show him which doors to fix or do you just want me to tell him to do all of them?” he asked as if he was trying to tread lightly.
You contemplated for a second what he had asked. You had done everything in the last few days to make sure that everything was wiped clean and no trace of Hoseok was to be found. Changing these locks was the very last thing to do, and as dumb as it sounded you were holding off because it felt like the final step to take to be completely rid of him. Hoseok would never be able to step foot in this house again. He would never be able to go into his room or panic room. which also meant that you would no longer be able to wonder into his panic room using the code of your first day.
You let out a long sigh before you turned to face Minhyuk again. “just tell him to fix them all” you replied. You quickly placed your headphones back on and continued with your workout, blocking out the world around you.
The rest of the evening you couldn’t help but feel an awkward tug on your heart strings. It felt good to have things finalized and not have to worry about security anymore, but there was still a part of you that felt unhappy that he was now completely gone.
You had decided that for the rest of the evening you would allow yourself to relax and felt that a nice long soak in the shower was much needed. You were still experiencing some extreme cramps and discomfort from your period and the medicines. So letting yourself sit underneath the head of the shower while it beat down hot streams of water sounded exactly like what the doctor had ordered.
You were rinsing out the lathered shampoo in your hair when the intercom in your room had interrupted your spa like treatment that you were giving yourself. You let out a frustrated groan and shut off the water in a huff. It felt like you were constantly being punished. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself before you approached the stupid intercom that you were seriously considering ripping out at this point and pressed the button to talk.
“what’s going on?” you asked sternly, letting it be known that you were unhappy with the interruption
“I think you should see what’s going on outside.” Minhyuk stated like a scared puppy “I would have delt with things myself, but uhm I didn’t know if you wanted to take care of things on your own or not…”
You let out a soft sigh and then walked over to your phone where you had access to view that cameras around the property. You flipped through each one before you saw the figure of a person slouched over and sitting on the front door.
Fuck. You growled out loud to yourself. You watched the slouched figure of Hoseok as you contemplated what you wanted to do. A part of you wanted to be completely removed from the situation and have the boys deal with the situation, but you knew that if you didn’t want Hoseok yapping to the members that you would have to deal with things yourself.
You walked back over to the intercom and stabbed the button with your fingers in a huff. “I’ll deal with it.” You said in a short tone
You quickly towel tried yourself off and then slipped on basic pajamas. With a quick glance around the room, you had spotted some easily accessible slippers and you immediately put them on. Slipping out of your bedroom your you made your way through the halls of the house and paid special attention to whether or not there was anyone around peeking outside or talking about Hoseok being here.
You let out a sigh of relief when you realized that you were the only person wondering around the house. Minhyuk must have been the only person who knew of what was going on. You silently thanked him and took a deep breath before you threw open the front door.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you barked out to Hoseok, but as soon as the words left your mouth you had stopped to take an actual good look at him.
He was smiling softly to himself as he sat there. His face looked warm and brilliant red, as if he had been drinking all night. And that’s exactly when you knew that he wasn’t coming over to start a fight or harass you about the decision that you had made. He had most likely drunkenly come here by mistake. You folded your arms across your chest and looked out into the night sky.
You had a few options. You could drop him off at his house yourself. Ask one of your men to drop him off. Call someone to pick him up or you could just leave him there. And as much as the last option seemed tempting to you, you knew that he would wake up in a lot of pain because of his position.
“hoseok!” you called out to him in a stern motherly voice.
You waited a second for him to move or respond or… do anything, but he sat there like a completely drunk fool. You bent over to look him in the eyes and see if he was hurt somehow, but he seemed completely fine.
“hoseok!” you called out to him again, but this time you decided to pat him on his shoulder.
Hoseok blinked a few times at the wall and then like a baby looked up at you and giggled to himself. You had almost cracked and laughed at his drunken state, but you were able to keep yourself calm with a clearing of your throat.
“what are you doing here?” you asked him now that he was somewhat responsive.
He put is arms behind him and he struggled up to his feet, but as soon as he was face to face with you he put his palms around your face.
“I wanted to come see what you were doing…” he was interrupted by a hiccup “without me”
You looked him up and down and notice the state of his clothes. This was an outfit that hugged Hoseok in all of the right ways and it looked fantastic on him, but it just wasn’t Hoseok’s style. What you imagined was a once properly pressed and wrinkle free button-down shirt was now wrinkled, and misbuttoned. There was a lipstick stain on his collar that you couldn’t help but notice and he had a distinctly sweet aroma to him as if his cologne had mixed with a woman’s perfume.
You squared your jaw for a moment as you could feel your anger begin to rise, but then managed to somehow calm yourself enough to respond to his dumbass question.
“Just fine Hoseok…so can you call someone to pick you up now?” you asked him and then turned to walk back into the house, but before you could get far Hoseok had trapped you in a back hug. “let go” you growled as you wiggled and struggled in his hold.
“You changed the entry code…” Hoseok stated, and you stopped fighting against his grip. Not that it would have mattered anyways, he was always stronger than you were. “and you smell so good” he took deep breaths with his face in your hair but all you could smell was the stench of alcohol and the mixture of perfume.
You used his position to quickly squat and wiggle out of his arms. And the moment that you were free you backed away from him with your back to the door.
“better than the girl you were with tonight?” you asked back bitterly and you had regret what you said the moment that it spilled out of your mouth.
It no longer mattered whether or not he was with someone else. The two of you were finished and he had as much right to move on and see other people as you did. It just hurt your feelings that he had already been with other women so shortly after you.
Hoseok staggered back for a moment and then he held his hand out to point at you. He giggled to himself and then dropped his hand back to his side. “work” he had admitted but you knew exactly what baiters had to do for work, and it didn’t suck any less.
“what are you doing here then?” you asked like a dumbass “shouldn’t you be sealing the deal so that another poor woman falls for you, only for you to leave her heartbroken?”
Hoseok had dropped his smile for a moment and then it was right back where it was. He held his hands up to his chest “you loved me?” he asked
You rolled your eyes and turned around to walk inside again and this time Hoseok was happy and drunk enough that he didn’t bother to chase you again. And as soon as the door was shut you locked it and stood there facing it while you waited for your heart to relax. You were to overwhelmed with emotions and you didn’t know whether to be angry, confused, sad, or slightly joyous that he had come to see you.
“I love you too!” you heard Hoseok yell back like a toddler and giggle to himself. “I said i love you!” he shouted again.
If he were to continue he would wake the whole house up, and if the boys had heard him shouting his confession of love then you knew that they would be even more confused and curious than they already where. You had no choice but to go back outside and try to face him.
you stepped out defiantly and put one hand on your hip and used the other to point to the road. “that’s great and all but you seriously have to go home now before I remove you myself”
hoseok turned to face you and his eyes opened wide. “but what if I don’t want to leave” he joked with a smile
“don’t test me hoseok” you growled back to him
He took a step forward so that he was maybe just a foot away from your face, but you weren’t going to fold and back away from him. “what are you going to do to me if I do?” he asked with a grin “you going to punish me?” he giggled
You looked down at his chest and lips for a split second and then looked away from him. Your anger and frustration with him was quickly turning into sexual frustration and you hated that your body still wanted him despite what you had been through.
“go home hoseok” you said softly, giving up on being angry
“give me what I want…” he said like a little mischievous kid
Your turned your head back to face him and lifted a single eyebrow “and what is that?” you asked
Hoseok paused to think about what he wanted for a second and you used that opportunity to scan his body once more. You bit your lip and let go of a small sigh before you faced him again but he had noticed that you were staring.
“agree to meet me for breakfast tomorrow?” he asked
“no” you quickly shut him down “it’s already 2am now. I’m not waking up early to meet you anywhere”
“oh…” he said sounding sad and defeated. “then unblock me”
"That's it? Just... unblock you?" you asked him back to confirm what he wanted.
Hoseok gave you a large gummy grin and nodded his head once dramatically. you looked at him for a second to gauge how serious he was and then held out your hand to him as a sign of promise.
"fine. you have a deal" you said sternly
He looked out at your hand in disbelief for a moment and then happily took it in both of his own. he staggered forward a few steps and then finally settled down.
"I promise... that I will never hurt you again." he said with his eyes half shut.
"I promised to unblock you. I didn't say we would honor the contract again." you said with a scowl to Hoseok. His drunkenness' was allowing for his heart to completely take over his brain.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, my love" he said with a wave before he turned around and staggered off towards the front gate.
"You're getting ahead of yourself Hoseok we aren't together again!" you yelled out to him
you watched him as he opened the front gate and you stood close by as you watched him come to a stop, and plop down into a sitting squat position as he waited for a ride to get him. you let out a huff and small sigh of relief and then went back inside.
now where do we go from here? are we friends? acquaintances? or perhaps the two of you would just become companions... someone to share a space with when you felt lonely. you silently shook your head as you agreed with yourself that it might be the safest way to still have Hoseok but not get hurt.
you wondered back to your bedroom and you picked up your phone from your night stand, starting down at the lit up screen as if it was waiting for you to do what you had just promised. you unlocked it and went to your contacts silently and softly scrolling through the long list as you waited for his name to appear. and as soon as it had you felt like what you were doing was taboo. you hovered over his contact for a long while and debated with yourself if you should really unblock him or not.
He was pretty drunk so I'm pretty sure he wont remember anyways. you had told yourself to make you feel better before you clicked your phone shut and placed it down on its charger. Tomorrow you would have a good day and make sure that you put Hoseok behind you. for good.
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The one that got away (Ravn x Reader)
Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader
Requested?: Yes
Genre: Mafia!au
Trigger Warning!!: Mentions of alcohol, kidnapping, guns, death threats
Summary: When being in the wrong place at the wrong time gets you into a shady situation, you suddenly find yourself deeply entangled with one of the most dangerous people in town, lucky for you though, he’s an old friend.
Word Count: 1,449
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to upload, I had quite a lot of stuff do to for classes. But it’s here now, so I hope you enjoy it. And if you think the story has anything to do with the song, I’m sorry to disappoint.
For the longest time it had been your dream to move out of the shithole you called your hometown, to the big city to start a career in acting. But now, after way too many failed auditions and castings, you found yourself back in the place you grew up in. In a tiny one room apartment at the edge of town.
Sure, you could have simply moved back in with your parents, but they hadn't been supportive of your career choice in the first place and you really didn't feel like having them go 'I told you so!' at every given chance.
The first night was the worst. The light of the neighboring bar was flickering through your broken blinds and kept you awake. Once in a while drunk people were rioting in the street, until they were escorted away by security guards. There was no way you'd be sleeping tonight. Night number two went just the same way.
As the third night came around you were so done with everything you decided there was only one solution, alcohol! You always slept like a stone after drinking, so you made your way to the 24 hour store a few streets down from your apartment.
The night air was colder than expected and you regretted only having put on slippers on your bare feet. So you decided it was best to hurry to get back to your apartment quickly. A good thing that not many people went to the store at 2 a.m. The cashier seemed like he was about to fall asleep, but still managed to scan he cans of beer and put them in a bag.
On your way home the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of the beer cans when they banged together as they took your steps. Your whole body jerked when there suddenly was a loud bang coming from a side alley not that far away from you. It wasn't necessarily a good idea, but you decided to check it out. What if someone needed help?
However, what you found in the alleyway was far from the situation you had expected. A bunch of grim looking men were moving suspicious packages into some boxes in the back of a truck. One guy was on the ground, cowering in fear as another one stood in front of him, holding an object that you couldn't make out in the dark.
He was talking just loud enough for you to hear, "Are you stupid? If the boss figures out you wasted a ton of ware he'll kill us all!" Exactly at this moment the flicker of a nearby streetlight illuminated the alley and you managed to figure out what the man was holding. A gun!
Trying to escape the situation as discreetly as possible, you slowly walked backwards, but your right slipper got caught in a pothole on the ground which almost made you fall. Somehow you manged to catch yourself, out of shock the bag full of beer cans slipped out of your grip and a loud crashing noise echoed through the alley, that immediately alerted the men and their eyes were on you.
All you could think of was to start running, that guy had a gun, what if he would kill you? Due to the fear you ignored the ice cold feeling on your foot after you had to abandon one of your slippers. There was no way you would return to get it back. At home you locked the door and tried hiding under your bed sheets trying to process the events you had just witnessed.
~*~
Somewhere, actually not too far away from your apartment Ravn was sitting at his desk, his fingers tapping the wooden surface in an uneven rhythm. His other hand was rubbing his temple as a sigh left his lips, eyeing up the man in front of him, "I heard you guys caused some commotion tonight. You have one chance to explain what happened, so think carefully about what you say right now!" His voice was scarily calm.
The guy in front of him was surely intimidated, "B-boss! It wasn't my fault, really!" "Quit beating around the bush! Get to the point!" Ravn slammed his hands on the table and the guy jumped out of fear, "Someone saw us load up the truck. They got away before we could kill them, but we have this." The man put your slipper on the desk and Ravn eyed it, "What is this? Cinderella? What am I supposed to do with this? You better find whoever this slipper belongs to and bring them here so I can kill them myself!" Ravn ordered before throwing the slipper after the man who hurried out of the room to comply with his boss's request.
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It had been a few days since the whole incident had played out and you were still paranoid about it. Whenever there was a noise when you walked down the street you jumped, whenever someone walked behind you it felt like they were following you. Sure, you had been aware of the shady things going on in this city, it was one of the reasons you had wanted to leave so bad, but you had never witnessed it yourself before. You were constantly on edge and yet you couldn't just stay at home. The cinema was your current destination. They were looking for a worker and since you needed some money to pay the rent you decided to try and get the job.
But before you could even reach the place someone jumped on you and held a cloth to your face. It was giving off a weird smell and before you could resist you already started to get light headed, before eventually passing out after being thrown in the back of a black van.
When you eventually came back to your senses your body was bound to a chair and your eyes were covered by a blindfold. The air around you was cold, to the point there were goosebumps forming on your skin. "Is that them?" A sharp voice echoed through the room. It was hard to tell if the person was standing behind or in front of you. Another voice chimed in, but with a lot less power and authority than the first, "Yes boss."
The blindfold was yanked down and you could make out two figures standing in front of you. They were a little unclear as your eyes were only getting used to the difference in brightness but when your sight was finally clear you were met with a surprise, "Youngjo?"
Right in front of you was your childhood best friend. Youngjo and you had been neighbors since his family had moved to this city. You had been inseparable since then and your parents had always joked about the two of you getting married some day, sadly though you had lost contact after both moving after high school.
Never in your life would you'd have imagined that sweet, little Youngjo would end up becoming a mafia boss and you would be sitting in front of him bound to a chair. "Y/N. You've always been nosy. But I didn't know you were back in town. I didn't think you'd ever come back here." Ravn walked closer to you.
"Boss do you know them?" The other guy chimed in again but Ravn simply ignored him and kneeled down to break you free from the restraints. You rubbed your wrists and inspected the red spots that had formed on them due to being bound to the chair.
Even though Ravn was freeing you his aura was still threatening. "I didn't tell anyone what I saw, I promise!" You blurted out as Ravn was staring you down intensely. He reached out and stroked your hair as he leaned closer, "You've always been a smart one Y/N, but I hope you understand I just can't let it slide only because we know each other." You gulped, what was going to happen?
He held out a hand to the man behind him, who handed him a gun that Ravn then inspected while talking again, "Normally I'd kill you right now." There was a pause and he aimed at your head. "But! How about we make a deal? Would you like that?" You quickly nodded, anything was better than dying at the hands of your childhood best friend.
"You've been having some trouble with getting acting gigs right? I have some connections so how about I get you deals but in return you'll stay with me and get to live. I can give you the life you've always wanted."
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jungkook drabble “Stop! Please, stop! You’re going to kill her!”
mafia!jungkook, toxic!jungkook | Word Count - 800
warnings: heavy angst, swearing, explicit drug use, mentions of blood and violence
Jeon Jungkook is many things. A mafia leader, drug lord, underground fighter, tax evader, shady businessman, and a complete asshole. It’s 10PM on a Wednesday night, his nostrils are almost fully blocked from the sheer amount of cocaine he’s snorted over the course of his now four day pity party. A feeble attempt to get you out of his head. You. The only woman he’s ever loved. The only person he ever felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with. The self and same woman who upped and left him, four days ago.
“I can’t do this anymore! I can’t live like this!”
He remembers the sound of your cries when he came stumbling home at 9AM that morning after guess what, another pity party. When Jungkook doesn’t get his own way he has a tendency to go off the rails, sometimes completely off the radar for days at a time. He knew it wasn’t fair on you, sitting in his apartment every night waiting for him to call – maybe even for the police to call, perhaps even alerting you of his death after he’d taken his lifestyle too far.
He's lost count of how many times your life has been endangered because of him. The rival gangs constantly monitoring your every move just waiting for the right moment to strike, the private investigators hired by families of his victims trying to corner you for information, sometimes using force. One time it was actually Jungkook himself who nearly ended your life, his inked hands clasped so tightly round your throat during an argument about something not important that he saw the light begin to fade from your eyes.
“Stop! Please stop! You’re going to kill her!” His friend Jimin had screamed, had he not been there that night god only knows if you would’ve survived his vice grip.
Jungkook scoffs humourlessly, fists balling with anger before he pours more white powder onto his coffee table, slicing it into thick white lines with his golden credit card.
It’s unfathomable how he has the audacity to miss you after everything he put you through. Coming home with blood-stained hands and a bad attitude stemming from a serotonin comedown, viciously snapping at you every time you asked questions. It hadn’t always been like that though, there was a time where he treated you right, told you how beautiful you are, kissed you every morning, took you on dates, listened to your worries and offered his shoulder to cry on. He was everything you ever wanted in a lover, before he turned into someone he promised he’d never become. A stranger, a liar, a twenty seven year old cocaine addict with secrets and anger issues.
He wastes no time snorting the slugs of snow he’s made, having to sniff extra hard to overcome the build up of substance that’s already there. It’s been four days since he heard from you, four days since he saw the blind hatred mixed with desperation behind your eyes when you finally left this life, his life, four days since he realised it wasn’t you who broke his heart at all.
It was him. He’s the one to blame for this, for all of this.
The sudden rush of forced ecstasy clouds his judgement, winning him to pull his phone from the leather pants he wears and dial your number for the twenty eighth time that day.
Voicemail. Of course it’s gone to voicemail, you’ve probably blocked his number by this point or maybe got a new phone altogether in an attempt to forget about him and everything he’s done. Jungkook’s heart hammers inside his strong chest, his brain vividly recounting the memory of the last thing you said to him.
“I can’t sit back and watch you do this to yourself anymore! You need to choose.”
Jungkook had the cheek to laugh in your face, unbothered by your tears, “Choose between what? You and coke? You and killing people? You and my fucking sanity?! How do you think we can even afford a place like this, hm? If it wasn’t for me and what I do you’d still be cooped up in your shitty little box apartment, you wouldn’t even have a pot to piss in.”
You swallowed, a single tear cascading down your cheek when you picked up your suitcase, “At least I’d be happy.”
Frantically brushing his hair from his face he reaches for the cocaine again, this time pouring the lot onto the table and not bothering to evenly line it up. He takes his straw, messily inhaling the whole pile without a second thought.
Happiness.
Something Jungkook didn’t realise he had, until four days ago when he lost it.
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A/N: thank u for ur request i hope this is okay angel :) x
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Can you do a Yandere! Mafia for jungwon?
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Hi hi~ Sounds like fun! I'll add it to my list to do ^^ please look forward to it, 💓! and thank you for your request~
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Mafia Boss Turned Mafia Husband
Chapter 3- Birthday Surprise
Kenzie’s Pov
The next morning I woke up with a bright smile because……ITS MY BIRTHDAY. Oh my gosh am I excited I don’t have work today, I can sleep in if I please. Todays gonna be great. (Or so I thought)
*Knock Knock*
“Come in” I say to the person at my door. “Good Morning Kenzie” Oh its JK. “Whenever your ready come downstairs so you can start your chores for the day.” JK said with a straight face. My face immediately dropped. “What do you mean chores. Do you know what today is.” “Yea it’s a Sunday. Now get ready for the day your chores are in the kitchen.”
He closes my door and I almost wanna cry. Was this the surprise having to clean house on my fucking birthday. What fucking luck I have. It takes me a minute to get up but I do what i was told anyways and put on my cleaning outfit.
JK’s POV
As I left out of Kenzie’s room I couldn’t help but feel extremely guilty. I felt terrible for lying, but I needed to add a little element of surprise for her birthday. As the maids finish up decorating I hear Kenzie walking downstairs.
“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Kenzie, Happy Birthday to you.” Everyone sang as I held Kenzie’s cake. “Okay 1, this is so sweet. 2, WHAT THE HELL? I thought I had to work today JK.” Kenzie said with a shocked smile on her face.
“What you didn’t think I would actually make you work on your birthday, did you?” I say with a smirk as I walk to her and hug her. “Well yea I kinda did. I’m gonna go change then we start this party.” She smiles. I swear her smile makes me weak in the knees.
“Man you need to make your move.” Jimin says as he pulls me out of trance. “I plan to soon I still have to give her the ticket tonight anyways.” “Where you taking her?” Jimin asks. Somewhere she has always wanted to go.”
*Time skip to later that night*
Kenzie’s POV
Honestly today was great. My boss didn’t forget my birthday, Yoongi actual smiled at me, the food was amazing(thanks to Jin), the cake was delicious. Today couldn’t get better.
*Knock Knock*
“Hey Kenzie” “Hey Jk.” I respond. “Did you enjoy your day sweetheart.” He says softly. I swear whenever he calls me sweetheart I can’t help but be shy. “Yes I did. Thank you for today.” I say smiling. “It was not problem, but I do have your present for you.” He hands me an envelope.
As I’m opening the envelope I can’t help but be curious as to what is in it. I open it to see two plane tickets. I look at JK confused. “Read the destination Kenzie.” I read it and look at JK in shock.
“We’re going to Mexico day after tomorrow. Get packing. Happy Birthday Kenzie.”
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