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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jiminx Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 14.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Cunnilingus, Begging, Fingering, Degradation (Cock Slut, Slut, Cum Slut, Whore), Possessive!Jimin, Soft Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Marking, Pregnant Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: JIMIN AND Y/N ARE BACK BABY! And the drama never seems to cease. Shout out to my forever squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia because I would be a shriveling mess without them.

TagList- @ayyyocee, @mysugabear03, @wisebtsgot7prune, @imaforeigner, @yeonkiminnie, @stories1907, @ppersonna, @brilee64, @gooplibrary, @vivpurple7, @xjoonchildx, @brightwingr5, @yaniposts22, @rjsmochii, @taeslittletiger, @pjmcth, @bts-chub, @kpoppingthempills, @kim-ji-hyeons-world, @jikooksgirl19, @yoong-i, @ruinsofangels, @absolutefantrash, @chiminies-noona, @eclectically-esoteric, @simplybree

Sequel to The Bird Cage

Jimin is a sweaty mess as he shoves the front door open.

"Kitten!?" He yells out to the quiet house.

How could he never have thought to fix the garden stones? His Minseok must be in so much pain!

"Baby!" He yells out again, throwing his car keys onto the table inside the entryway.

"She's on the third floor, Sir." Three says as she ushers Hawon into the kitchen.

Without a second thought, he sprints up the staircase.

His poor son. How could he let this happen?

He can hear small sniffles and whines as he rounds the second floor staircase.

"I know. It must hurt, huh baby?" He hears you whisper. He stops when he reaches the top landing, listening to how affectionate and sweet you are with your son.

"Mama." Minseok whines out and Jimin's heart clenches.

"Yeah baby?"

"Daddy. Want." Those two words fill him with gusto as he shoves off of the banister. His feet are quick as he enters the medical room.

"Daddy!" Minseok cries loudly, his chubby cheeks and nose inflamed red as he wipes his snot onto his arm.

"I'm here. Don't worry." He whispers as he kisses his son's forehead.

The gash on his leg was about three inches and deep enough to make him squirm uncomfortably. Seeing others bleed, people that deserve it doesn't bother him in the slightest. Seeing his son bleed is a whole other ball park.

He puts his hand on your back as you cover the cut with gauze. You look up at your husband, giving him a small smile before kissing Minseok's cheek.

"All done changing your bandage, big boy!" You cheer and he whimpers as he moves his leg. He holds his arms out to his father as you push away the rolling medical tray.

"What about the pain?" Jimin whispers quietly as he picks up Minseok.

"Baby Tylenol for now. That's about it. But, he's a big strong boy, right Seokie?" You ask as he buries his face into his father's neck.

"Yeah mama." He says, earning smiles from both of his parents.

Jimin's hand rubs circles over his back as you walk out of the medical room with one another.

He could already feel Minseok's head growing heavier on his shoulder.

"He must be so tired from crying and the pain." He tells you, following behind as you walk towards the bedroom.

You hum to him, wiping your hands on your tight fitting dress as he opens up the kids room.

"You should have seen it...The scream was...it fucking hurt me. I felt like I was shot." You murmur as your husband steps inside to lay down your tired son.

He clicks his teeth before nodding. He can't imagine what you must have felt to see your son hurt.

Hawon was always a careful baby. She never ran unless it was on grass without even being told so. But Minseok is getting rowdier and more energetic as each day passes. He is his father's son through and through.

As a father, he couldn't bear to see his children in pain. But you, the mother that bore them, he could only imagine how horrible and painful it was to see it.

Your husband flicks on the night light before turning to you. His sweaty hands wipe at the knees of his pants before opening his arms. On instinct you coddle inside of them, holding him tightly to you like you would never let go.

"How's our little bean?" Jimin whispers in your ear as his hand glides over your stomach.

"They're okay." You whisper as he holds you closer to his side.

"Let's rest while he does. You know the ball of energy he will be when he wakes up, stitches or not." He teases you before kissing your temple.

The walk to the bedroom is short, but just having your husband by your side is enough to make a second feel like the greatest eternity. Lion passes you both with gentle footsteps as you enter the master bedroom.

With a short sprint, Jimin lets go of your hand before running and jumping on the bed. With a giggle, you lean against the bedpost. Your ankles cross as you press your temple against the varnished wood.

He pulls his gun out from the back of his pants, absentmindedly, he tosses it onto the bedside table. Running his fingers through his hair, his tongue licks at his lips before patting the bed with a wry smile.

“My Kitten has had a long, hard morning hmm?” He whispers, earning a gentle snort from you.

“Yeah. A long morning. I saw Jin fucking my sister this morning. Now, this. Our son getting hurt. It’s been so stressful.” Jimin laughs loudly at your words.

“I can’t possibly imagine the scarring you’ve earned from seeing that.” He mumbles as you kneel on the bed.

He copies your stance, kneeling in front of you as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“So let me get this straight. You stitched up our beautiful son, ran out to get documents from the office and just so happened to see your sister fucking her husband?” He inquires jokingly as he throws his crisp charcoal shirt to the floor.

You shiver at the memory as his hands wrap around your body, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress easily.

“It was awful.” You mumble as he leans in towards you.

His lips press against the soft skin of your neck, sending tingles along your body as he slowly pulls your zipper down.

“Chim.” You whisper as he gives soft, open mouthed kisses. His hands pull down the dress to your knees before laying you down.

“How were they fucking? Over your desk? Against a wall?” He teases as he straddles you. He discards your dress with ease, throwing it onto one of the armchairs by the chess table.

“Don’t be disgusting.” You reply, smacking his shoulder with little strength. He chuckles against your skin before kissing down your chest.

Pulling down the cups of your bra, your breasts spring up. The chilly air of the bedroom brings your nipples to stiff peaks.

“Still sore, baby?” Your husband asks sweetly as he kisses down the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement to him as his hands run over your bare sides. His eyes meet yours as his mouth slowly glides over your swelling breast. His lips pluck at your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. You let out a gentle whine, your back bowing off of the bed as his arms coddle around you.

He holds you close and steady, adoring how you undulate beneath him. You were still his precious woman, the only woman who could make him feel. Love or otherwise, he could feel because of you. The beautiful woman who has birthed his children.

He hums against your breast, his thumbs swirling comforting circles around your sides. You could feel your heartbeat quickening. Your hands run through his hair as he switches to your forsaken breast.

“You’re so beautiful, Kitten. Thank you for being mine.” He whispers before latching on to your forsaken nipple.

Mewls and gentle whimpers rip from your throat as your legs widen for him. You could feel your stomach coiling with desire, your mind heavy with arousing thoughts as his lips continue to trail downward.

His lips stop at your stomach, you weren’t showing much yet it is still early on and yet, just knowing his child is growing within you sets him on edge. He kisses down your stomach, eyes still locked on yours.

You squirm your hips as his fingers hook into the sides of your thong. Pulling them down, he stops at your garter before pulling the knife out with a gentle snap.

“What if Minseok wakes up?” You whisper to your husband as he nips at the skin of your inner thigh.

“Then we’ll stop, obviously. But, I think he’s quite tired from all the stress today.” Jimin tells you as he kisses towards the apex of your thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat as he parts your slick lips. With a gentle groan, he suckles and kisses at your lips before licking a flat stripe up your weeping sex.

Your body feels weightless as you moan for him, your whole body pressing deeper into the bed as he lavishes upon you.

“You taste so fucking sweet, Kitten.” He murmurs with wonder in his voice, before giving small licks to your swelling clit.

Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth as your head lolls back, taking in the pleasure he gives you so freely.

“Fuck! Daddy!” You whine.

His hand leaves your thigh to play with your soaked entrance. You squirm beneath him, impatiently waiting to feel his fingers enter you.

“Please, Daddy. Please.” You beg as you card your fingers through his soft locks.

“Easy, Kitten.” He whispers before entering a finger into you without warning.

The gasp you give has his cock twitching in the confines of his pants. He adores every sound you make, every heavy breath that falls from your lips. So completely his, and he’s so lucky to have you.

His lips attach back to your clit, suckling greedily as he pumps his finger inside of you at a steady pace. He adores the way your back bows off of the bed, begging for more with each moan you give.

Curling his finger up, he can’t help but ogle how much of your arousal coats his finger before adding another to heighten your pleasure.

The pleasure is white hot and coursing through you at an even speed as your hips lift to meet his every pump.

“You’re such a greedy little cock slut. Dying to get off on just my fingers and then some.” He says before rearing back and spitting on your cunt.

You shiver at the motion, panting heavily as he curls his fingers quicker inside of you.

Your ears begin to get fuzzy, hearing your heartbeat slowly build louder.

“Pregnant little slut dying to get off on Daddy’s fingers. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” You nod fervently at his words.

“Yes! Fuck! I’m your little slut, I want Daddy to make me feel so good.” You whine out as he licks your clit faster.

“You’re so fucking wet. Soaking the bed like the pretty little slut you are.” He mutters as his irises find yours.

He watches with rapt fascination, his cock twitching and precumming at the sight of you becoming a mess for him.

You feel it then, the invisible band within you tightening so tightly that it will snap at any moment.

“That’s it, Kitten. Cum all over my fingers. Show me who you belong to.” Your husband teases as your legs spread wider.

With a gentle gasp, the band inside of you breaks. You press your hand to your moan as you cum for him. Sobs of pleasure rip from your throat as your hips gyrate, wanting to feel every ounce of pleasure you can get.

Jimin groans at the sight, his free hand already unbuttoning his suit pants. His lips press to your stomach, giving sweet kisses as he waits patiently for you to come down from your high.

You blink slowly, trying to push away the spots of pleasure that flecked your vision in that time.

“Come suck on Daddy’s cock.” He mumbles before pulling out of you gently.

His soaked fingers enter his mouth and he moans at your sweet taste as you sit up for him.

“Your pregnant pussy tastes so fucking good.” He says through clenched teeth as you pull down his pants and briefs.

His cock springs out, slapping his stomach with a heady sound and you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight. It’s always impressive and always fills you with gusto knowing that he’s yours and yours only to please.

He lays down beside you, his hands running over the soft skin of your thighs as you discard his attire elsewhere.

He hums to himself as you situate yourself between his thighs.

Bowing down you kiss and lick at his cut up abs, adoring the gentle sigh he gives at the contact.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whispers as his eyes flutter shut.

You give a playful him as your lips trail lower, kissing over his hard length.

The mushroom tip of his cock was flushed red with need. Precum weeping generously as you grasp it within your palm.

He gasps gently, his hands finding the sides of your head before pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

Licking your lips, your head bows down lower.

“Fuck.” He curses before parting his lips with anticipation.

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock before dipping down. His head falls back to the pillow with a heavy thump as his hips lift.

“Just like that, Kitten. You suck my cock so well. Fuck me.” He seethes through clenched teeth.

With a whimper, you work your mouth on his cock. His precum coating your tongue as he lets out a low hiss of pleasure.

His free hand roams over your throat before tapping it harshly.

“Take it all in, baby. I want to feel your slutty throat around me like a cocksleeve.” You moan at his words.

Doing as asked, you swallow around him as his fingers pluck and roll your nipple between his fingertips.

“I can’t fucking wait till your tits get milky again for me. Nice and swollen with my baby’s milk.” He mumbles as you moan at the pleasurable feeling.

You could feel your stomach unfurling with wanting once more as your nose nestles to his pubic bone.

With a groan, he presses your head down farther. His tongue licks at his lips before calling your attention to him. As your eyes lock, he gives a small smirk that sets off butterflies within your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Kitten.” You hum in agreement as your hands grasp onto his thighs.

His hips snap up and you whimper, begging your gag reflex to behave as he moans loudly. His hand clamps over his mouth as he begins to fuck your mouth with unrelenting thrusts.

“Fuck. Look how well you take my cock in your mouth. God. You’re so fucking amazing!” He moans out as your eyes begin to water.

Fat tears brim in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks as he gasps and groans at the pleasure.

Your thighs press together at the sheer eroticism. Adoring the way he mumbles your name as he dives into his pleasure. His eyes catch your gleaming thighs, the way they rub together for relief.

“Look at how much of a cum slut you are, baby. You need to press your pretty little thighs together as I fuck your throat. Hmm? You’re such a minx.” He punctuates his words with harsh thrusts and groans loudly into his hand as you gag on him.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby. Fuck!” He curses loudly as his eyes roll back.

You could feel his cock thickening with every thrust. His moans get shorter and deeper with each passing second.

“Oh Christ! Fuck, baby. I’m going to cum.” He announces quietly as he holds your head down against him.

“Swallow it and show me.” He seethes out before letting out a long groan.

His cock twitches rapidly before his warm seed bursts in your mouth and down your throat. You swallow diligently as his thighs twitch and become stiff.

Whimpering gently, you lift off of him before showing him your empty mouth.

He gives a lazy smile before sighing happily.

“Good girl, Kitten.” You wrinkle your nose at his praise.

His arms lace around you before laying you down. He discards your bra as his knees knock your legs open.

“I love you, baby. So fucking much.” He says.

“I love you, too.” You whisper as his hands grip onto your hips.

He pulls your body down towards his, situating you however he likes. His lips suckle at the base of your throat, leaving small marks as he ruts his cock against your core.

The underside of his cock parts your soaked pussy lips and you grip tighter onto his arms as the friction between you both turns to pleasure.

He aligns himself to your entrance, kissing you deeply as he begins to inch his way inside of you. Both of your mouths drop open at the feeling, small groans leaving the both of you only to be swallowed by the other.

“God, your pregnant pussy feels so fucking tight. Jesus.” He says breathlessly as he sits up on his knees.

He watches as his cock disappears inside of you, his eyes flutter shut as the bulbous head meets your soft cervix before stilling.

He lets you adjust to him, kissing over your neck and breasts as he holds you closer.

"You feel so good around me, baby." He whispers in your ear.

His teeth nibble gently on your earlobe as he pulls out of you slowly before snapping his hips back into you. Your hands grip at his arms, back lifting off of the bed as you moan.

"Oh shit." You whine as you wrap your legs around his waist, wanting all of him inside of you.

His hands grip your hips harder, pulling you down on his cock faster as he sets a rigorous pace. You could feel yourself beginning to drool, the pleasure muddling your mind and your senses filling you only with him.

"Daddy! Fuck! Feels so good!" You moan out.

He groans in agreement, sweat beginning to build on his hairline as his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. His moans are like music to your ears.

You could feel the band tightening within you again, pleasure coursing through your body.

"Your pregnant little cunt is wetting my cock so nicely, Kitten. Making Daddy feel so fucking good." He murmurs as his eyes roll back.

His hand reaches the apex of your thighs, he rubs fierce circles on your clit as he angles your legs higher.

The new angle makes you feel so much more full. You find your eyes welling with pleasured tears as your husband curses and grunts above you.

"Fuck, your dripping. You like my big cock, Kitten? Like getting drilled like a fucking whore?"

You can't even find words to reply, just whimpers and mewls as you nod fervently.

"Yeah. I bet you like it. Like getting a fat load of cum up your pregnant cunt. Love walking around with my cum dripping out of you, reminding you who you belong to." He seethes through his teeth.

Your hands find your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples gently as he lifts your hips higher.

You could feel it then, your orgasm oncoming. Closing your eyes, your tears spill over your cheeks once more as he whispers your name like a prayer.

"Oh fuck, you're getting so tight baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my big cock? Hmm?" He teases you.

Knocking one of your hands away, his lips attach to your nipple suckling sweetly as you press your palm to your mouth.

"Daddy. I'm going to cum! Yes! Yes!"

He shivers at your words, finding the strength within himself to fuck you faster. Without warning you orgasm for the second time. The stars of the galaxy paint the back of your eyelids as you babble your husband's name.

"Oh shit! Good girl, Kitten! You got so tight! Fuck!" He whines as he plants his hands on either side of your head.

Driving himself home, he takes in how gorgeously fucked out you are beneath him. How your boneless body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum a fat load into your pregnant pussy. Jesus." He whines as he screws his eyes shut.

With a stunted groan his hips stutter before ropes of cum lather the walls of your battered cunt. You gasp at the warmth as he pulls you close to him. He gives a few small strokes riding out his high before sighing loudly and pressing his face into your neck.

"Fuck." He curses gently before pulling out of you and laying at your side.

With an exhausted yawn, you turn your head to him as his hand lands on your stomach.

"I love you." He whispers, kissing your temple with feather light movements.

With a giggle you wrap your arms around his neck, "I love you too."

There's a welcome moment of silence as you lay in one another's arms. Your eyes drift from the bookcase on the wall upwards towards the two paintings that were given to you by your husband.

He hums gently beside you as your eyelids start to become heavy. He can feel your head becoming dead weight on his arm and the warm smile that spreads over his face could rival the sun.

It's a sharp whinge that rouses you. Jimin's head lifts almost at a supersonic speed.

"I'll go get him. You just rest, okay Kitten?" He whispers lovingly to you.

You hum in agreement as your eyes flutter shut once more.

You're stirred awake by muffled grunts and groans. With the furrow of your eyebrows, you run your hands through your hair as you sit up.

You shiver as your feet meet the chilly floor. You strewn your silk robe over you before peeking out the window of your bedroom towards the vast backyard.

Your husband is working on the moon yak jong as Minseok sits up watching him with fascinated eyes. You giggle to yourself as you lean against the closed terrace door. You can see how quick and agile he is like this, how all of his perfectly carved muscles contort and flex. You sigh happily before hearing a knock at your bedroom door.

Your feet pad over to the door quietly before opening it to the familiar face.

“Oh, Hoseok.” You say happily.

“Hi.” He mumbles as he looks around the room. You tilt your head slightly before realizing he’s looking for your husband. He looks nervous and it makes you suspicious.

“He’s downstairs in the garden practicing Wing Chun.” You notify him, you give him a smile anyway even though your suspicions don’t stop growing.

He hums in reply before leaning on the door jamb, his ankles cross and you raise an eyebrow as he clears his throat.

“I’m taking Three outside today.” He says quickly.

Your eyebrows jut upwards at his words, your eyes narrowing at him as he rubs his hands together nervously.

“Oh are you now?” Your voice is laced with a venom that makes his eyes flutter shut. He nods slightly as his lips press into a straight line and you feel pity for him that he’s so nervous, truly.

“I-I know you don’t really like her but I do so… I wanted to take her with me to the warehouse and spend the day with her…Please.” Well this was news to you. His feeble attempt at making his voice sound strong hits you in all the heart warming places.

You cross your arms as you clear your throat. You hadn’t really thought about who Hoseok liked or who he wanted to fuck. You certainly would never have thought it was Three. Your annoyance and dislike is so strong for her that you don’t even seem to truly pay attention.

“You like her? Like, you want to fuck her?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows.

“I mean- I don’t know about- I just want to- I don’t know.” He stutters and you want to sigh so heavily but you will yourself to behave.

Maybe your hatred for this maid is one that is made up of a misunderstanding. Maybe, just maybe she’s a good person. You’ve never known enough to even try to understand her.

You look at your perfectly manicured nails before peeking up at him. How still and wrought with nervousness he is even if he tries to play it off like he has nerves of hardened steel. You feel for him. Truly. He’s always been a great friend to you. He deserves to be happy. And, if it’s with this girl then...so be it.

“There is no progression without regression.” You tell your friend as you place your hand on his shoulder. He begins to smile then, the smile you’ve grown to love.

“Are you saying she is a regressive state for me?” He quips to you as he folds his arms.

You give a gentle snort before sighing.

“Go ahead. Take her to the warehouse. Spend time with her.” You say as you step back inside the room. You give him a wink as his smile widens even further.

“Thanks Y/N.” He whispers.

You hum in reply as you shut the door. You can hear him muttering beyond the lion carved wood as you walk back towards the terrace. Opening the door you call your husband. He looks up with a big smile as he picks up your son.

“You better go and get some more maids! They’re dropping like flies!” You call out to him, earning a raised eyebrow from him.

Descending the third staircase, your eyes catch Taehyung as he steps onto the second landing. His hands fix his leather jacket before hearing your feet creaking the wooden steps above him. His neck cranes up to you as you descend towards him.

“Hey Boss lady!” He says holding out his hand for a high five. With a snort you high five him back.

“Where are you going?” You ask at his piece meal attire.

“Hyejin wants cold noodles, so I do as I’m told.” He says, earning a laugh from you as you walk down the staircase together.

“Is she feeling any better? She texted me and told me she had morning sickness.” He gives a nervous chuckle before looking over at you.

“Morning sickness like being tied up and couldn’t go anywhere.” He clarifies.

You shove his shoulder with a grimace as he laughs loudly.

“You’re a piece of work Kim Taehyung.” His smile is a million watt as you both step into the entryway.

“Hey, gotta keep the relationship spicy. Y’know what I’m sayin’?” He jeers as he grabs his car keys off the hook.

“I don’t know what you’re ‘sayin’ and I’m perfectly fine with that.” He wrinkles his nose at your imitation before rubbing his hand over your flat stomach.

“Bye Boss lady and nephew.” He cheers before opening the door.

“It could be a girl!” You call to him and he waves off the notion through the crack in the door before closing it behind him.

You giggle as you shake your head. Kim Taehyung will always and forever be a piece of work.

“Who was that?” You hear your husband call to you as he enters the sitting room.

You turn to him as he holds Hawon’s hand with Minseok on his hip.

“Tae. He’s going to get Hyejin food.” You tell him as Hawon shakes his hand away before running at you.

“Watch the baby.” Jimin reminds her as she wraps her arms around your legs.

With a giggle you squeeze her tighter to you as she buries her face into your thigh.

"We're both home for once. This is crazy." You tell your husband who nods at your words.

He sits down on the couch before sighing happily.

"Crazy, huh? We haven't had a family day in forever." His hand rubs over Minseok's back as he clings to his father's neck.

Your husband slowly fixes your son's leg, trying to ease any unwanted pain he might gain.

"Let's make some food for ourselves for on-" Jimin begins to say before the front door is shoved open by Jin.

You jump at the loud noise. Taking in his sweaty and disheveled appearance, you put your hand over your heart. In his hands is a white box.

Your sister walks in behind him and you grimace at the memory of them fucking on your desk.

She disregards your look, shoving past her husband and you.

"Where is Jisuk?" She asks quickly.

You point upwards towards the second floor, “He’s taking a nap.”

“Let’s go get ice cream, hmm?” She asks your children before pulling Minseok from Jimin’s arms.

“What’s happening?” You ask her quickly as she tugs Hawon away from your leg. She gives you a weary look before rushing up the stairs towards her son without a word.

Your husband opens his mouth to speak as Jin walks towards you both with the white box.

“We have to talk.” He says setting down the box on the coffee table.

He watches his wife run up the stairs leaving Hawon at the bottom step. You feel your throat tightening at the quickness of the situation. Something is clearly wrong and you feel your body begin to shake with worry.

Jimin is quick to take in your stance before pulling you into his side. His hand comes to rest on your flat stomach as his eyes roam upward towards the stairs. Your sister comes barreling down the stairs without a word.

“Tell mommy and daddy how much you love them.” She says to your children as she grabs her car keys.

“Love you mommy!” Hawon says happily and your heart strings tug at her innocence.

“I love you too baby.” You call back to her as your sister shoves open the front door.

“Let’s go get ice cream! Come on!” She says to your daughter as she holds both boys in her arms. She looks over at you, her eyes wide with worry.

The sound of the door rattles you to the bone as you both look at Jin. He sighs loudly before putting his hands in his pockets. He nods at the box before sitting down in the sitting chair beside the table.

With a raised eyebrow your husband puts his hands on the box. His body blocks your sight from the box as he opens it.

He groans almost too loudly before shutting the flaps quickly. He thickly swallows before tilting his head towards you.

“Don’t look in the box.” He whispers before pushing your body behind his.

“What is it?” You ask nervously as he kisses your forehead.

“Body parts.” He mumbles and your stomach churns with queasiness. An involuntary whimper leaves your lips and you can only think the worst.

“Is it… one of us?” You ask as he runs his hands up and down your arms soothingly.

“No. It’s Detective Kyul.” He says and your eyes widen.

What could you guys possibly have to do with him? Why would you be getting parts of him?

“Why?” You ask a little too loudly.

“Where’d you find this?” Jimin asks, ignoring your question.

“It was a delivery.” Jin says as he folds his arms.

Jimin sighs loudly. So many questions run through his head as the front door bursts open with Namjoon and Jenny.

He holds a white box in his hand and you put your hands over your face. Joon eyes the box on the table before holding his box up.

You can see how shaken up Jenny is and you step out from behind your husband to comfort her.

“We need to have a meeting.” Jimin calls everyone as Namjoon steps down the entry way with Jenny by his side.

“I have no idea who the fuck this is bu-” The door opens to Taehyung and Hoseok with Three right behind them.

They take in the situation before holding up their boxes and you feel bile beginning to rise in your throat.

Jenny rushes over to you and you hug her tightly. Your nervousness seems to have dissipated to take care of the shaking girl in front of you.

Hoseok whispers something into Three’s ear and you watch her rush past all of you towards her room downstairs.

“Body parts, I’m guessing?” Jin asks as his head cranes to the others coming in.

They nod in unison.

Your head is spinning, unable to think coherently.

“Go into the kitchen and have a glass of wine. We all have to talk.” She swallows nervously before nodding.

“Put ‘em over here.” Jimin says before pointing at the table.

As they all step inside, Jeongguk bursts through the front door with a cardboard box stumbling on his drunken feet.

You narrow your eyes at his appearance but there’s too much going on to confront him.

“Got your body parts.” He slurs as Jimin points to the table.

“Sit down, baby.” Your husband tells you and you haven’t even noticed how your legs are quivering and shaking.

He helps you sit down before carding his fingers through his hair.

“I can never just have a good day with my family.” He jokes but you can hear the angry bitterness behind it.

Yoongi enters the open front door with a box before shutting it behind him. He presses his lips into a straight line as he walks into the sitting room.

“Well nice to see you all here.” He whispers as he drops the box unceremoniously on the table.

Taehyung and Guk sit on the floor in front of the table as the rest of the guys take seats on the couch and sitting chairs.

“So…” Jimin whispers before cursing gently and hanging his head as he presses his hands to his face.

He’s at a loss of what to do. Where did these come from? Why was Kyul being delivered to them?

“Does this have anything to do with the Ims? With the letter they’ve received?” You ask your husband.

He doesn’t respond as he shuts his eyes tightly. He lets out a long, deep sigh before standing up. He weaves through all of the legs before pouring himself a glass of whisky.

He holds the glass to his lips as he stares at the front door. His eyes narrow before slamming the glass down drawing everyone’s attention. His legs take off towards the front door as a shadow fleets through the opposite side of the stained glass door.

He rips the door open as he draws his gun. A big white cardboard box sits on the front mat as he cocks his gun. Shutting one eye, he trains his gun on the moving delivery man as he takes off on his moped. He grunts as he gets out of range before kicking the box out of frustration.

“Taehyung, come help me.” He says as he drags the box inside.

Taehyung jumps up to help and they both groan as they grab the box from the floor.

“Fuck.” Jimin curses loudly as they slowly walk back to where you are all sat.

You grimace and look up at the ceiling as the box slaps the ground heavily.

All the men sit forward as Taehyung opens up the box.

Detective Kyul in bits and pieces sits in the box. Jeongguk pulls his head out of the box before grimacing. Your eyes catch the bloody head and you lean over the arm of the couch before heaving loudly.

“Fuckin’ idiot. Put it down!” Jimin tells his younger brother as his hand rubs comforting circles over your back.

“What does this mean?” Yoongi asks as he pulls your hair off of your shoulders.

“It means we have to have a meeting.” Jimin mumbles as he looks back down into the bloody box.

#the lions den #btscreatorscorner #thebtswritersclub #btswritingcafe #ficswithluv #mafia!au #mafia!jimin #jimin smut #jimin fluff #mafia!bts

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imaginepirates · 5 years

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Mini Series

A Dance to Remember

Alright, dear readers, what happens with Jack? Let’s find out. @chiminie-pabo.

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4

You had more fun with Jack than you might have expected. Quite a few people participated in the dancing, which you hadn’t expected. Mostly, coupled tottered drunkly in the imitation of dancing, but there were a few people sober enough to do it properly. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and the performers did a wonderful job. Their music was exquisite.

You didn’t know how to dance, if you were to tell the truth. You’d read about the subject, of course, but the stunning grace that you’d imagined was far beyond your capabilities. You were nervous that Jack would be disappointed, but the thought couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

From what you reckoned, Jack was a good dancer. All his movements were fluid and he never had a second thought about what he was doing. He just moved. You suspected that he was well practiced in the art, having wooed many young Spanish girls, skirts flowing about their ankles and their dark eyelashes hiding big, innocent eyes.

Your skirt didn’t flow about your ankles, instead sticking to your shins, and your eyelashes hid nothing. If they were to do so, the only eyes behind them would be less of hidden jams and more of hardened stone. And yet, within the setting, you were the most marvelous girl there. It really said something about the place.

You felt good. Jack started out slow, guiding you through a couple of moves. HIs fingers were light around your waist and arms as he moved you with little cues. It was all much less intimidating than you made it out to be, and it was more fun, too. You hand’t suspected to have such a good time with the pirate. Indeed, you felt a little of the weight of the evening slip off your shoulders.

There were drinks. There were always drinks. Jack somehow persuaded you to have one, then another. You were tipsy by the end of the night, and your feet were less coordinated than they had been before. Jack had kept all his attention on you. Though he acted drunk, he was far from it, and you knew that he was keeping an eye on you. You were thankful; you needed someone to look out or you, and it certainly wasn’t going to be James.

Just thinking about the poor man gave you a pang in the stomach. Really, you shouldn’t have left him.

e had you around the waist for the final song of the night. You stood close together, swaying in time to the beat. You were pressed up against him by the end of the song, and you had to admit that you didn’t really mind. You only hoped that he had your decency in mind.

You drifted away from the small crowd as if in a dream. From where the two of you stood, you could overlook the harbor. It might have been a romantic view if it weren’t for the muddy shores, taverns, and people yelling profanities at one another. You soaked in what you could, truing to savor the feeling you were experiencing. It was a mix of excitement and freedom. You hadn’t gone out and danced before, so all of it was a new experience. You hoped you’d have more like it in the future, but you doubted it.

Jack steered you with a hand on the small of your back. You stared out over the horizon for a while before talking.

“So,” he said. “Have I shown you a good time?”

You hummed.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“I haven’t had a night like this in...” you trailed off. Your brain was having a hard time forming coherent speech. “In ever,” you breathed.

It was true. You never went out to do things. You had nobody to do them with. You hadn’t had friends, really, and you appreciated Jack more than you would’ve liked to admit. He was fun to be around, and was the first person to have taken you anywhere.

“You need to get out more, love,” he purred. You found that you didn’t mind the nickname after all. “It’d be my pleasure to help you.”

You hummed again. It would be your pleasure to go.

You stared out at the horizon, who’s light had long been suffocated by dark night. By chance, you turned your head just as Jack did his, and the two of you ended up close. Very close. Neither of you moved, either, pulled together by some invisible magnetic force.

It was he who initiated the kiss, but you leaned into it all the same, shamelessly letting yourself melt against him. A calloused hand held up your chin, and another was wrapped around your waist. The kiss was surprising, to say the least. You’d always taken Jack as a man of passion, but his kiss wasn’t so suffocating as you imagined it might be. It was firm, but it was gentle, and his goatee tickled your face.

You pulled away from each other, and you felt dazed. Your thoughts were a jumbled, mushy mess. A blush crept up your cheeks, burning them with heat. You stared at Jack dumbly, unable to find the right words to say to him.

He smirked, and the pad of his thumb traced over your lower lip. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said huskily. “You should be getting home.”

You stuttered your thanks for his taking you, and he escorted you to the back door of your establishment. He left you there, not trying to get anything more than he already had. Another surprise. But it made you like him all the more, and you realized that you had enjoyed the kiss more than you should have.

The next few days were spent in the normal way, save for the fact that you didn’t have to report James’ comings and goings. You’d confined him to bed for a while, and though he’d protested, he obeyed. He tried getting out of bed once when you weren’t around, which only caused him to collapse against a table. You’d found him like that, hearing a crashing sound upstairs, and chastised him as you helped him back to bed.

After the first couple of days, you helped him out of bed, and he was able to walk around on his own pretty quickly. Still, you kept an eye on him should he need assistance. He didn’t leave the tavern, which you counted as both a blessing and a curse. You hardly saw Jack in those days, as he usually poked his head in when James wasn’t about. You hated to say that you missed him.

James was nice to be around, though. He helped serve drinks, allowing you some time off your feet. Usually, it was just you serving and cleaning, but James took over the bar for you, so you only had to worry about delivering drinks and bringing back empty glasses. You found yourself less exhausted with James around.

You read together in the evenings, going upstairs to one of your rooms and sitting across from one another in chairs. You’d never realized how nice it was to have someone’s company without the need for conversation. You didn’t have much in common, so there was little to talk about anyway.

There came a day when you could completely remove the bandages from his side. The scab that had been there had, for the most part, faded into a scar. You had been afraid to take the bandages off while the scab was still there in case it broke. With most of it gone, you thought it was safe to say that he wouldn’t need the bandages.

Carefully, you unwrapped them. You only had the type that wrapped around the body, so you had to lean into James when undoing them. You knew he was perfectly capable of doing the task himself, as he’d done it many times before when changing bandages, but you didn’t mind.

“How does it look?” He asked, turning his head to see. He then looked to the mirror he was standing in front of.

“Not half bad. The scar isn’t too big, don’t worry.”

“Ah. Well, I don’t suppose many people will be seeing it anyway.”

An awkward silence ensued. There really wasn’t much to be said, but something kept you from leaving the room.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I know you don’t like having people stay here.”

“I...I don’t mind having you here,” you stuttered.

“I’m glad.”

Another pause.

“You’ve been good to me.” He looked down at you from where you stood, the height difference truly amusing.

“I’m only doing what anyone else would.”

“I don’t think so.” He stared at you then, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. “I shouldn’t keep you,” he said. “Get some sleep.”

You nodded. You had almost turned to go when you felt a hand on yours, and a light kiss pressed to your temple. You looked back at James with wide eyes, but he stared at the floor, dropping your hand. You left then, your brain a mess.

#jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #miniseries #mini series #drabble #james norrington #commodore norrington #norrington #writing #jack sparrow x reader #x reader #fanfic

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jiminx Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 17.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Mentions of Mafia Heists, Cocaine Transport, Jimin Being A Psycho, Idiots Breaking Y/N’s Expensive Things

A/N: Man do I love my power couple. Shout out to my forever squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia.

“But Mommy I don’t want to go stay at Aunt Hyunah’s house! I want to stay with baby!” Hawon whines as she clutches on to your leg.

Your heart strings tug at her words as you stand in the entryway of the house. The way her small hands clutch onto your dress earns softened eyes from your husband as he stands at your side.

The silver cross is purchased between his teeth as he feels at the back of his waistband for his gun. It’s becoming a habit he can’t seem to break.

With a pout, you crouch down to your daughter’s height as you brush some stray baby hairs off of her forehead.

“I know you do but in a few days it will all be over and you’ll be able to see the baby all the time, okay?” You ask her softly as she wraps her arms around your neck.

Burying her face into the crook of your neck, she nods solemnly as she hugs you.

“That’s a good girl.” You whisper, pulling back and pressing your lips to her forehead.

Jimin checks his Rolex before petting Hawon’s head as she pulls away from you.

Your eyes flicker to Yoongi, who scratches his scar as he watches on at the sight before him.

“When you come over to my house, you’ll be able to eat all the sweets you want.” He suggests to your daughter.

She furrows her small eyebrows as you put her small backpack on her.

“Mommy and Daddy say candy is bad for your teeth, Uncle Yoongi.” She murmurs, earning giggles from both of her parents as she trudged to the doorway.

“Okay big boy! Time to go to Uncle Yoongi’s.” Jimin whispers, kissing his son’s forehead.

Minseok looks up at you with big eyes before smiling widely. You’re so grateful that your children have such innocent souls.

You watch the door close, seeing their small silhouettes slink out of sight before standing up straight and brushing off your dress.

“Okay.” Jimin whispers before pulling his gun out from behind his back.

He whistles loudly throughout the silent house as he wraps his arm around your shoulder before loud noises begin to travel up through the maid’s quarters.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you bury your face into his sweet smelling chest.

“Boss.” You hear from the kitchen as his crew enters the sitting room.

“Let’s make this place a fortress.” He says before looking down at you and smiling.

“Watch the fucking vase, Haneul!” You yell.

The priceless vase teeters on the stand before stilling and you breathe out a sigh of relief as your husband picks it up.

“Sorry, Madam!” Haneul calls as he sets up the tripod for the automatic machine gun.

“Fucking idiot. You break it, you buy it.” Jimin seethes as he smacks the back of the younger man’s head.

Your husband’s arms extend as you stand in the entryway watching your house become a gun museum.

“Kitten. Why so serious?” He asks as he sets the vase on the coffee table approaching you slowly.

His hand rubs at your stomach first before engulfing you in a hug. Rubbing soothing circles on your back, you cringe loudly as you hear glass breaking.

“Oh you fucking morons!” Jimin yells as he turns his head to the broken vase on the hardwood floor.

“Sorry Boss! Shit!” One of the boys curses as he begins to pick up the pieces.

“Fucking stupid idiots.” He murmurs as you stomp your foot angrily.

Raising your eyebrows expectantly, he gives you a nervous chuckle before kissing your forehead.

“I’ll buy you a new one?” He asks, giving you a fake smile.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff before shoving people out of your way to enter the kitchen.

“Oh Kitten! I’m sorry, baby!” Jimin calls to you before punching the boy at fault.

“Baby! I’m sorry!” He yells as you step out into the garden.

Stepping along the newly placed pebble walkway, you take in the nice weather as the red and orange leaves fall from the limbs of the trees you’ve become so familiar with.

This is madness, everything around you is chaotic and you’re smack dab in the middle trying to make sense of it all.

As psychotic as Jimin seems to have become, you can understand his heart.

You can understand just how detrimental this all is to him. To have family and loved ones in danger would make anyone go crazy. But, he seems to have a plan, and when your husband has a plan he would stop at nothing to go through with it.

Your hand lands on your stomach as you sit down on the chaise lounge by the fire pit. Your fingers drift over your small bump as you watch the sun nestle into a cluster of clouds sending the skies into various shades of pinks and purples.

“Kitten, I’m sorry my love.” Jimin calls to you as he jogs down the walkway. He sheathed his gun behind his back before frowning as you slowly turned your head to him.

“I want all the priceless things removed before they break everything in my fucking house.” You tell him sternly and he nods as he steps over the stone steps to approach you.

“Anything you want.” He whispers before seeing a feminine body wade through the kitchen.

Both of your heads turn to the woman as she steps out of the kitchen into the backyard.

Rina stands with a manila folder between her two fingers closely followed by Kirsoon as he fixes his suit jacket.

Jimin smiles widely before flagging them over.

“Oh, it’s a party now.” He mumbles before pulling you into his lap as they make their way over.

“Good evening.” Rina says as she sits in the chair opposite you and your husband.

“Hey.” You say as you look her over.

She was so nervous and frail when you first asked her to take over for you at the casino. Now, as you look at her you can’t help the elation you feel watching her confidence grow.

“I have the plans for the party if you’re interested.” She says, holding up the folder.

Jimin smiles widely, his hand opening and closing as he leans forward.

She giggles at his enthusiasm handing him the envelope as he purchases the silver cross between his teeth.

“Oh, Kitten. This is going to be so much fun.” He murmurs as he places the folder on your lap.

Opening it, his chin hooks over your shoulder as you peruse through the documents.

If everything goes to plan it would be a grand welcome. This is one of the only things you can contribute but with so many mafia families being invited, something is bound to go wrong.

The theme of Casino Night is roaring twenties but more importantly it’s a chance to take in information on all of the mafia families in the area.

One of them has to be against you and all you have to do is work it out. Easy, right?

Your husband runs his hand over your stomach as he holds you closer.

“You got all the extra cameras installed? Everything is set up?” He asks Kirsoon who nods in agreement.

“I don’t want someone taking a shit without me knowing about it. I don’t want anything to fall out from underneath us. One of these fucks is putting my family in danger. So help me God, I will find out who it is.” He mumbles through clenched teeth as you look at the documents.

“What about weapons, where will we be storing them?” You ask your husband as he runs his fingers over the silver chain around his neck.

“In baggage claim. No one is coming in with weapons, Kirsoon. If they do, I’ll cut your balls off and put them on a necklace for you to wear.”

The bigger man swallows thickly before nodding wearily at his bosses words.

“Yes Boss.” He whispers before clearing his throat and bowing his head.

“In just a week’s time. We’ll get these fuckers. Until then, I want you both to be careful. Don’t go anywhere without each other.”

“That’s um… something I came over to talk to you about. If you turn to the last page, you can see why we can’t do it in a week's time.” Rina whispers as she points at the manila folder.

Your husband's eyebrows furrow before tossing all the pages onto the grass underfoot.

His eyes scan the paper before scoffing loudly.

“What do you mean it’ll take two whole months to fortify the safe and security features?! I’m asking to install automatic guns, not fucking switch bombs!” Your husband yells as he wiggles the paper back and forth.

You give a loud sigh in disappointment before turning to your husband. You watch as his neck veins protrude and thicken as he goes through his bout of anger.

“Well...two months is worth the wait. I guess.” You say to him as you fix some of his hair behind his ear.

“You’ll be five months pregnant and showing by then.” He mumbles to you.

“That’s alright.” You whisper, earning a loud scoff from him.

“No Kitten. It’s not alright, then if whoever it is sees my baby growing inside of you they’ll work harder to attack us. Goddammit!” He screams, crumpling up the paper and throwing it at Kirsoon.

The paper ball hits the man’s broad chest and he looks at you nervously as Jimin repeatedly taps your thigh to get off of him.

You do as told, sliding down the chaise lounge as he begins to pace back and forth. He pulls his gun out from his waistband and you watch on with bored eyes as he begins to shoot the large trunked tree that has been through quite a bit in this garden of yours.

He empties the whole clip, screaming in anger all the while before men file out of the kitchen with their guns drawn.

His fingers run through his hair before sneering at them.

“Get back to work!” He yells before putting his gun back in his waistband.

With a grunt, he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll be back.” He whispers.

“And, where do you think you’re going?” You call to him as he takes off down the pebbled road.

“To have some fucking fun!” He calls back as he enters the kitchen.

“Jimin...I don’t know if we should be doing this.” Taehyung whispers to his best friend as they sit in the back of the van.

"Shut up. If you feel so terribly about it then just stay in the truck." He murmurs before purchasing his silver cross between his teeth.

"I don't feel terrible about it, I just don't want any aftermath." His best friend mumbles beneath his breath, something the keen mafia leader hears anyway.

"There will always be aftermath, Tae. Always. Don't go pussying out on me because you got your wife pregnant." Jimin mumbles as he loads bullets into his gun.

There's silence in the van apart from Jeongguk shuffling around and taking swigs of his whisky.

"You're stinking up the van with that sh-" His voice is cut off to the youngest by the loud ringing of his prepaid phone.

Answering it, he puts the phone on speaker as Taehyung peaks out the driver's side window.

"We got a shipment on our twelve. Looks like a heavy load." He hears Jin call through the phone.

"Clean take, no left overs." Jimin says back as he rolls the silencer onto the mouth of his gun.

The same words are uttered by the men, one the phone and in the van before the call ends.

Jimin tosses the prepaid phone to the youngest who takes off the back and pulls out the battery.

His fingers are sloppy but quick as he pulls out the prepaid SIM card. Jimin makes it a point to watch the youngest put the card in his mouth before taking a swig of whisky to wash it down.

"Open your mouth." Jimin instructs and he nods pleased with Guk before pressing his body against the back doors of the van.

"They stopped." Taehyung whispers as he cock his gun.

Jimin holds his hand up in a fist, before lifting his fingers ever so slowly counting.

"One...Two...Three." He whispers aloud before barreling open the back doors and jumping out onto the dirt road.

With the guys quick on his tail, they slowly sneak around the parked van.

"Junggoo is going to flip when he sees all this coke. This is our biggest delivery yet!" The driver cheers happily.

Jimin stations himself below the driver's door and waits for Taehyung's signal.

What the Im's were doing in the cocaine business was anybody's guess but they're taking money and land away from Hyunah and that would not do.

Taehyung whistles loudly and Jimin stands up.

"What the fuc-" The scream is cut off as Jimin smiles widely, his silver cross purchased between his teeth as he pulls the trigger.

The blood splatter is something out of a modernist painting as it coats the windshield and he can't help the throaty chuckle that leaves his throat. Wipin bgg some blood off of his cheek, he begins to whistle as Guk opens the back doors of the drug trunk.

"We got kilos on kilos, Boss." He slurs and Jimin's smile widens as he slowly makes his way to the back.

Jin's van pulls up in a matter of seconds, dirt flying into the air as he backs the truck up. Taehyung pulls open the doors and the unloading begins.

Hoseok jumps out of the passenger's side, holding up the phone. Pulling off the back and battery, he swallows the SIM card in Jimin's line of sight before going to change the plates of the abandoned van by the side of the dirt road.

"So where are we taking it?" Namjoon asks as he hangs his body out of the window of the van.

"To the Lee's den. Yoongi is waiting there with some men to distribute and cut." He tells him, earning nods.

"We heard about Casino Night, sorry Chim." Jin says as he walks around the van to his boss.

Jimin lights a cigarette before posting up against the side, his foot purchased on the white metal before shrugging.

"Guess I'll just have to raise hell until I can get my revenge." He notices Jeongguk's smirk out of the corner of his eye before smiling widely.

"And raising hell has always been a skill I've been extremely good at."

#the lions den #thebtswritersclub #btswritingcafe #btscreatorscorner #mafia!jimin #bts mafia!au #mafia!jimin x reader #bts story #bts series

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