prompt: your deadbeat dad sold you to the mr. Kim, a ruthless mafia who is known for his danger. luckily, his son, Taehyung will help keep you safe. or at least, try to all while falling for you bad.
content: romance, soulmate trope, oral smut (f!receiving), angst, trauma bond. mentions of death, su1cide, k1lling, gun violence, blood. this fic is on the longer side but the timeline is pretty quick. almost a pure love between Taehyung and you (the reader).
a/n: I took so long but not because it’s lengthy but because I wanted to write other things first (~_~)…I hope you guys enjoy and hopefully this isn’t too sad on you guys.
The sudden death of your mother was a traumatizing experience for both you and your father. On the bright side, it forced the two of you to rely on each other and form some kind of close relation. But that still didn’t stop fate from taking its course.
Sure, after her death, your father started gambling more. Like a concerning addiction type amount of gambling. Still, he was a pretty good father whenever he was home and not out. He was a man who tried to positively contribute to your life whenever given the chance, especially since he knew your life was never easy.
Your father did his best to buy you good quality clothes, give you the goods you needed, supported your future and pushed you to be better than he was. But despite his attempts at good parenting, he still managed to ruin your future and life for good. Not just with the amounts of money he was losing, but with who he was getting involved with due to his recklessness and addiction.
Bang Bang Bang.
You were just sitting on the living room floor, taking the time to relax and self reflect before a sudden banging on the front door made you jump. You knew it wasn’t your dad as he would have known the pass code to the front door. Or at least had a house key for it. Plus, he wouldn’t knock so harshly.
Bang Bang Bang.
“Just open the door already. You’re making this harder than it has to be.” An old deep voice spoke. They seemed to be getting irritated.
Phone. You needed to call the cops. Shit, you gave your phone to your father because he said he needed it for an emergency today. Why did he have to borrow it today?! Where was he when you actually needed him?
Bang Bang Bang.
It wasn’t every day that there were visitors at the door, and the sound of the consistent banging made things even more frightening. It was stil only 2am and plus, your father was still not home.
It’s fine, you were old enough to move out if you wanted to. So why stay in this broken home? Why stick around for a dad who clearly isn’t providing for his daughter? You might have been old enough to be your own person, but you were still his biological daughter who needed guidance. So why doesn’t he treat you like it? Wait, you’re worried about the wrong things—
“Open up now! Sir. You failed to pay back the money owed and now we must take what you offered as payment until you can pay the money back!” A deep voice yelled.
Sir? The person at the door must have assumed your father was still here. Something about the tone of this man’s voice told you that he wasn’t playing around at all. This man meant business. And something else told you that he wasn’t alone at the door either. Unfortunately for you, you were alone and your father failed to come home.
Before you could even think of a plan or a response, the man had broken down your front door with a metal bat and 5 large men came walking into your home. Their expensive shoes slowly clicked against the cheap floor boards of your home.
They were all dressed in fancy suits, black dress shoes, sunglasses and each had some kind of gun on their hip. The main man trailed behind slowly, sounding a lot older and colder than all of the other guys. You looked up for a split second from under the couch to take a peak.
This middle aged man seemed to be the boss of it all. He has the most expensive attire on, the cockiest smirk and an obvious pistol in his hand. He carried that authority and aura that made you want to obey. This was not good.
I’m going to die, you thought in a panic before seeking protection under the couch.
“Taehyung, help my men search for her.” The older man called from behind him.
Watching from under the couch, you could see the other person’s footsteps walk from behind, to ahead of the main man Just how many more strange men were there?
Unlike the other guys, this guy, allegedly named Taehyung, seemed to have shiny black Dr. Martins on and baggy blue jeans.
Why were they so different from the other guys?
“Yes, father.”
Oh. They were related. This was the creepy rich man’s son. Goodness, imagine having a dad like that man. Though, It’s not like yours was any better. You pondered the similarities and differences in lifestyles between you and this guy, Taehyung.
The Taehyung guy had a notably more youthful voice. It was the deepest voice but it was clear, calming almost. He brought some kind of calm amongst the chaos. Could he be your age?
“She’s an only child. Not hard to find. Her dad said he left her here alone on purpose, so this should not be a struggle. I’m tired of you disappointing me—”
“Sure. On it.” The man named Taehyung cut off before very slowly walking around your house.
The older man groaned to himself and muttered something about going out for a smoke before stepping out the house.
Your body was in pure fear, shaking under the couch like you had the flu. You thought of every escape route, every plan to get out of this situation. But where would you even go? Maybe if you moved out of this house earlier, this would have never happened. Maybe if mother was still here, father wouldn’t be gambling and your life can go the way it was supposed to.
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Maybe if he ran away earlier, he wouldn’t have to abide by everything his father demanded. Maybe if his mother was still here, he wouldn’t need to live solely under his father's shadow.
Taehyung was always a highly intelligent, creative thinker, but he didn’t find you immediately because of that, he found you immediately because he knew exactly where he would have hidden if he were you. You guys were the same age, he was only a year older-- 21 years old-- so of course your minds thought alike.
“Father!” Taehyung called out, facial expression unreadable as he held eye contact with you, crouched and shaking under the couch.
“Did you find her?” The old man called excitedly from outside of the house.
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“No. I think she escaped.”
“Really? Then I guess we should all just come back another day hm?” The old man suggested with heavy sarcasm. There was heavy silence before the man continued.
“Nah, you’re probably just fucking with me. You love to disappoint me and get punished for it, Taehyung-ah. Boys, keep searching!” The old man yelled out with the snap of his fingers.
Taehyung groaned softly and walked away, pretending to look for you when he already found you scarily quick.
On his end, the space under the couch was pretty dark, so all he could manage to see from under that couch were pairs of captivating eyes-- your eyes.
A part of his creative mind felt like he’d seen them in another life, but what was he talking about? Either way, he didn’t want those beautiful eyes to get discovered by someone evil like his father. Especially when Taehyung knew he was responsible for so many deaths, including his own mother's. He always blamed himself for the death of her…
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When the young man squat down and locked his dark, tiger-like, ice cold eyes with yours from directly under the couch, you thought you were fucked. He didn’t say a word, only raised a thick dark eyebrow in curiosity as he studied your figure. Was he taunting you or what?
He was undoubtedly very handsome though. Objectively attractive sharp jawline, rosy plump heart shaped lips, straight nose with a defined bridge, thick dark eyebrows that would do well with a slit. He also had the prettiest pair of eyes that almost felt familiar, but maybe you were just acting weird since he had one monolid, one double lid.
You also couldn’t help but notice his jet black comma-cut hair and muscular-slim figure. His skin was fair, almost vampire-ish, yet it suited him so well. How could such an ugly man create a beauty like him? His mothers genes must have been strong.
Despite his striking features, his eyes were still the most captivating part for you. Though they were the darkest of brown with probably horrifying memories behind them, before this life, you could see yourself in it. You weren’t scared of him for some reason. Maybe it was the lack of survival instincts, maybe it was because you felt safer around someone clearly closer to your age. He could be just as bad as his father, yet still, he radiated warmth.
He felt safe.
“Father!” His deep voice suddenly called out. Oh goodness, he was surely going to tell on you. You held your breath anxiously.
“Did you find her??” The creepy man yelled from outside.
“No. I think she escaped.”
What?
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Despite the help from Taehyung, eventually, one of his father’s men ended up finding you by accident and roughly grabbed you up by your arm. You tried to scream, scared and deprate from help, but the man immediately stuffed your mouth with some kind of cloth and bonded your wrist together with his large cold hands. The other four guards gathered around with wicked smiles and proud expressions. You realized that they were all likely disgusting and evil minded here. All except…
Taehyung watched the scene from your kitchen, face expressionless as he saw your face contort with pain.
“Mr. Kim, we have her!” The man holding you shouted out, prideful smile wide on his gross face.
The main boss walked in slowly, much shorter and much older but still the most scary. He subtly rubbed his hands and smiled at the sight of you-- vulnerable and uncomfortable. The man holding you shoved you towards the boss and Mr. Kim’s own rougher hand-- not holding the gun-- gripped your arm. You wanted to throw up. He smelt like blood and something else you couldn't quite identify.
“Very good then. Taehyung, when he get home she is to sleep in my room. Show her my room. Let’s go-”
“Why father?” Taehyung asked quietly from the kitchen, a clear frown on his rosy heart lips.
Taehyung’s father scoffed, like the question his “naïve son” asked was ridiculous. Mr. Kim always saw his son as that. Naïve, stupid, failure. He only kept him around because he needed someone to take his place if he were to die.
“She is beautiful. Just look at her. I need her as my next toy. Someone needs to keep an eye on her if she were to run away.”
Taehyung carefully kept his expression blank, but you noticed the disgusted twitch in his nose. He chose his words carefully.
“She can be my toy then. I’ll watch over her. She can be in my bed. I’ll find someone…”
He hesitated.
“…younger, prettier, and more innocent for you, father.” He gritted through his teeth.
Taehyung bowed, but the action itself made him want to shoot everyone in here.
Mr. Kim scoffed, but the thought of someone younger than you, prettier than you for him, more easy to break than you, piqued his interest. Plus, his son, Taehyung needed to learn how to be more like him. Treat these women as toys and discard them when they’re useless. If his son was going to take his place as boss one day, then he needed to learn.
Mr. Kim has actually been trying to teach his son the mafia world for a while now. Ever since Taehyung was a kid, he’d tried to show him the different kinds of guns, teach him how to hide bodies and show him how to have a little “fun,” but his “disappointment of a son” would never listen, care or want to do any of the tasks given.
Such a failure to the Kim family name, the older man would often think.
Now, Taehyung was grown and by his words and actions, Mr. Kim assumed Taehyung was finally learning how to be --in his opinion-- a man. Maybe, he wasn’t as bad of a son as Mr. Kim thought.
“Is that so? Fine. Take the bitch.”
He carelessly shoved you to the floor for Taehyung to pick up. Mr. Kim then signaled for his men to follow along and they all slowly walked out of the building.
Click click click.
When everyone left the house, Taehyung slowly walked over to check on you. He crouched down and gently helped you up.
Without a word, he took the cloth out of your mouth and briefly checked your arm for any injuries.
You were terrified of everything so said nothing, but neither did he. All he did was mutter under his breath, “I hate this,” before gently picking you up like a fragile loved one, bridesmaid style.
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Say bye bye to social media, your friends, your education and life. For now, you are under the control of this disgusting mafia loan shark named Mr. Kim thanks to your dead beat dad. There is hope though, thanks to…
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During that moment, Taehyung Kim promised to himself that he would protect you from his evil father and steer all bad intent away from you at all costs. He’s never really had this strong urge to protect someone before, but now that he does, he wasn’t going to suppress it.
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3:30 AM
You didn't remember much of the car ride, only recalling the feeling of Taehyung's warm arms securely wrapped around you, the beating of your own quick pulse and the presence of Taehyung's slow, deep breathing. Maybe this was all a dream and you were actually back home to your gamble addicted father and dead mother. Then again, the way you were thrown around today felt very real, and so did the uncalled for butterflies you felt looking into Taehyung’s deep brown eyes. What exactly compelled him to care for you? Could he be your only hope in surviving all of this?
“We’re almost there…You’re going to have to get up when the vehicle is parked okay? What’s your name?” Taehyung’s deep velvet voice whispered in your ear.
In a quiet voice, you told him your name.
“Mm, that is a beautiful name. Reminds me of my mother’s.” He hummed quietly, a casual gesture made, brightening the dark situation a bit.
“I’m Taehyung Kim. You can call me Tae.” He gave a warm encouraging eye smile, and his puppy-like smile was bright and pretty like the stars. It wasn’t forced, it felt real.
The fancy car jerked into parking and Taehyung gently patted your back, signaling for you to get up from his arms. The windows of the large vehicle were so tinted, you couldn’t even see where you were about to live for lord knows how long. But when Taehyung got out to open the car door, you were met with the sight of the biggest mansion you’ve ever seen with many tall guards surrounding the building like the president was inside.
You knew at this point that you were truly in the mafia’s lair.
Taehyung quietly placed his warm hand on the small of your back and guided you into the building as the 5 guards followed behind. Mr. Kim seemed to disappear off somewhere and honestly , you didn’t really care what he was doing, you just wanted that creepy old man away from you at all means.
“Please take off your shoes. And feel free to wear my slippers.” Taehyung offered quietly as he gestured to the cute hamster slippers by the door. Just what kind of mafia son was he?
His shoes ran large on your feet, but they were very comfortable to wear and you thanked him.
“Let me show you around the building..” Taehyung offered. For a second, his tiger eyes studied your expression with a side glance. You still looked scared, shaken up, anxious.
“No, let’s just go to my room.” He suggested gently before leading you into the spinning doors of the mansion. You gave a sigh of relief, but soon gasped after walking in.
Inside, the mansion was huge. They were glass stairs, marbled floors, maids cleaning the life sized windows. It was all so much to take in.
“Come on!” Taehyung softly encouraged while taking your hand in his larger one. He then led you down the glass stairs and into his room.
A part of you wondered if he was secretly an evil man that planned to do bad things when you two were all alone. Quickly, you thought of how to defend yourself if that were the case. Fortunately, your questioning thoughts were very wrong.
A large, expensive but soft bed covered in silk navy clean sheets. High placed ceiling and pretty round shaped windows on the walls. A random, but adorable cow plushie placed in the center of the bed. The room was like the size of your room times three, with an excessively huge closet stuffed with expensive clothing and well known brand shoes. You also couldn't miss the LED lights on the corner of his walls, LED lights under his bed and the cold marbled floors. Who even has black marbled floors in their room?
“So this is my room.” He shifted on his feet shyly like some kind of cutie.
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Meanwhile, during that late night, or very early morning, Mr. Kim was in his oversized office, making a call to his fellow mafia business worker. You could say that they were friends, but everyone knew that Mr. Kim trusted no one and was a trusted friend to no one.
“Yeah, my son got his first toy!” he laughed, rich sound echoing through the overpriced room installed in his mansion. He was currently smoking his second cigar as he casually laid back on his 10K office chair.
“What? Really?” The other voice on the call questioned with uncertainty. He was reasonably sceptical as he’s heard Mr. Kim complain to him many times about his son’s behavior. At some point Mr. Kim considered disowning Taehyung or sending him off because of it. He wanted a “real son,” not a scared little boy who still thinks about his dead mother.
“Yeah, it's that gambling addict who hasn't paid me back yet. He agreed to give up his daughter.” Mr. Kim chuckled, more to himself than the other man on the call. Mr. Kim then continued,
“I’m so proud, he’s finally becoming more like me!”
“Thats a change.” The man on the other end of the call hummed, though deep down, he knew something was up. Taehyung wouldn’t just change out of the blue, especially for his father who he clearly wasn’t too fond of. Mr. Kim followed up on that thought, as if reading the other man’s mind.
“I’m honestly surprised he was so insistent to get her. I mean, she did have an ass on her.”
“Is that so?”
Mr. Kim smirked from the other end of the call.
“He should share her with me. I can teach him how to care for a bitch properly.”
The man on the other end of the call nervously chuckled. “How long is she staying?”
Mr. Kim groaned and leaned further back on his expensive office chair. He took a long drag of his cigar before responding.
“Dunno. Until that addict pays all 1 million he owes. It only seems to be building up day by day.”
“Hmm, but what if he never pays you back?”
“Simple. If the dumbass never pays me back, she dies and he dies.”
“And what if he pays you back?"
“Stop bothering me with such silly questions. If she’s fun, ill keep her. Though, Taehyung said he’d find someone better…”
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4:00 AM and you were clicking with Taehyung like things were always supposed to be this way.
Maybe it was the silent fact that you both had broken homes, no mothers and dead beat fathers. Maybe it was the fact that you two were the same age and could relate easily. Or maybe it was the mutual feeling that you two have always known each-other, but just now meeting this life. Whatever it was, Taehyung made things feel less like a mafia abduction and more like a date.
He played calming lofi music in the background as he sat next to you on the bed, maintaining a respectful distance while talking with and listening to you about simple things of life to help you calm down and adjust. Taehyung didn’t talk much but whenever he did, it made you regulate to his space and forget why you had to stay here in the first place.
His talking session was honestly working out for you. You finally had someone you could express your feelings to--unlike your absent father. Plus, he was a beautiful sight to see. The way his dark shiny eyes bored into yours to show his attention, the way he encouragingly smiled to get you to talk. You finally felt heard and seen for the first time in years.
Taehyung’s voice was just like that of an ocean’s. Deep, consistent and a wide range of depth.
You wondered if his voice could get terrifying like how the ocean could, like how his father seemed. But to be honest, unlike his father--who you wondered if that was actually his dad-- Taehyung was gentle tiger, thoughtful and the opposite of scary. You wondered if he got such soft traits from his mother who he kept dear to his heart.
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6:06 AM
And suddenly, you were back in your tiny room, no Taehyung and of course, no father. The only thing present was a violent thunder storm outside and terrifying screams of your name from outside of your room’s window. When you moved to close the blinds and hide yourself from the being, heavy banging like gunshots rapidly hit against the glass.
“COME OUT.”
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You woke up with a gasp and in a cold sweat, covered in dark silk sheets while curled up in fear. You were worried that constant nightmare-- the one you've been having since the death of your mother-- would come back to haunt you into the real world.
You frantically scanned around the area, trying to familiarize yourself with the setting. No Taehyung, but you were still in his fancy room.
His dimmed greenish blue led lights were comforting you in your state of fear, and he seemed to have left that cute lofi music on by accident. Did he fall asleep too? But if he did, where was he?
“Nightmare?” A deep voice questioned in a whisper from below. You jumped, slightly started, looked down to see where the voice was coming from and saw no other than nepo baby, Taehyung Kim on his cold marbled floor.
“Why are you on the floor, Taehyung…?” You questioned quietly as you looked down at him from his silk bed. How did he look so beautiful on the floor anyway? Dark messy hair, lidded eyes, smug smirk on his face, cute silk polkadot pajamas that seemed a bit too tightly fitted for a man with muscles that large. He must have changed into those when you were sleeping, you thought.
The greenish LED light illuminated against his fair skin in the best way possible and he looked less like a hot vampire and more like a famous prince from the best Kdramas. You weren’t too far off though, he was almost like a prince in real life, but just a different type of wealth.
“I didn’t know if you were comfortable sharing a bed.” He said bluntly, as if his reasoning was clear.
“But the bed is yours-“
“No duh.”
Silence. Then he scoffed with a teasing smile.
“What? Do you need me to lay in there with you?” He asked with a small smile. His teeth were so perfect and straight and his rosey lips looked so soft…
“W-well I just had a nightmare and-“
Taehyung slowly rose up from the floor, stretching his beautiful muscled limbs before planting face flat on his silk bed next to you. He still wasn’t invading your space and was staying respectful, but a part of you craved for him to be close, and not just because you were shaken up from the nightmare.
“If you want me closer, just say that. I can feel you staring, princess...” he mumbled against his pillow.
His back was so defined you could see every beautiful back muscle and bone through his tight silky polkadot pajama shirt.
Still, he remained inviting and not forcing. You slowly laid the side of your head on the higher area of his back and relaxed. His muscular back was surprisingly warm, soft and felt like the home you once had, yet can’t remember as it’s all a distant memory now.
For hours, Taehyung never moved from his position on the bed, he had just remained laying there, flat on his stomach and inviting for you to lay on top of him. He was like some kind of harmless puppy--except this was a gorgeous man. The man who you were already falling for somehow. The man who was also the only son of a powerful mafia
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11 AM
When the sunlight peaked through the circular windows, you remained asleep while hearing a man deeply yawn and stretch awake. You felt how his warm arms and legs were protectively placed around you and you laid closer to his beating chest.
Suddenly, the man stilled and you felt his heart beat rapidly increase.
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Taehyung didn’t mean to cuddle you that morning. During the night, when he fell deeply asleep next to you on his stomach, he subconsciously moved in hopes to cuddle his large cow plushie, but he now realized that he mistakenly cuddled you. He was afraid he made you uncomfortable with the way he was tightly wrapped around you, but the way you laid your head on his chest and inched closer to his body told him otherwise.
His breathing relaxed but his heart still beat like crazy.
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While your eyes were still closed and your subconscious mind drifted elsewhere, your body crawled up closer to the man and inhaled his hair. It smelled familiar, rich, and each strand felt soft against your nose. This was the first time in a long time you've slept next to someone, the last time being when you were 2 and with your mother. Being with Taehyung was all reminiscent of a distant memory that only happened like once for you.
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Blush spread across Taehyung’s pale skin like jelly on bread as he did his very best to hold in his breath, remain still and not wake you up at that moment. He liked you touching him and deeply inhaling his scalp. He didn’t know that he liked it so much until now, since it’s never happened before. Did he like the feeling or did he just like you?
Once Taehyung saw you begin to shift, indicating you were about to awake, he quickly closed his soft eyes so you wouldn’t realize that he was up the entire time, staring at you like a crazed man.
Ding.
Someone had suddenly texted Taehyung and he didn't waste a second to get up and check--it could be something very important in his mafia world. He slowly rolled over so you could gently move from the warmth of his arms and then scooted to sit on the edge of his silk bed. If it wasn't important, hed go right back to whatever you guys were doing.
The loss of his warmth caused you to wake fully and his eyes softened at the pretty sight of you in the morning. She’s so gorgeous, Taehyung thought to himself.
“Morning by the way.” He quietly muttered as he swung his legs over the bed and sat over by the nightstand where his phone was placed. His muscular back was now facing you.
The text on his phone read.
Asshole: “Taehyung, you have an important meeting you need to attend with me. In 30 minutes, meet me at the door.”
“Fuck, I have a meeting.” Taehyung groaned to himself. You pressed your lips into a thin line. No Taehyung means no protection. You didn’t even know how to get around this mansion.
Taehyung quickly dialed a number with his rough fingers and his back hunched over like what he was doing next was the most important call in the world.
“Jimin, can you watch over my girl? Like, make sure nobody tries anything while I’m gone.”
My girl??
A loud groan from the other end of the call before a soft sigh.
“Your girl? Not even gonna ask.” The man on the other end groaned. He sounded younger, like you and Taehyung’s age.
“Yes or no.” Taehyung grumbled.
“I guess, Taehyung-ah… I had plans today though.”
“Thanks. Come downstairs to my room.” He quickly hung up on the call and laid back on his silk bed next to you with a poof.
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The words replayed in your head again. My girl. Since when were you guys together? Yet, you liked the sound of it.
“Okay I’m sorry princess but I have to go. My good friend Jimin will watch over you. If you guys want to go out and get something, I have some clean clothes you can wear in my closet, it’s in the very back. They’re gender neutral if you care.” He leaned his head back so his dark eyes could meet yours.
“Thanks Tae.”
He smiled warmly at the sound of your voice and his nickname on your lips. “Yeah, you can ask for anything from me. Anything.”
Rather soon, a soft knock came from the door.
“That must be Jimin. I’ll get it.”
He bounced up from his bed and walked across his dark marbled floors barefoot to open the door.
“Pajamas?” The shorter man scoffed, questioning Taehyung’s fashion choices.
“Yeah.” Taehyung mumbled, gaze looking around before his dark eyes lingered on you for longer than needed.
Jimin knowingly smirked, obvious with the fact that he knew Taehyung was attracted to you. Taehyung’s observant nature kicked in, noticing Jimin’s smug expression and shot him a cold glare that demanded, “Don’t even.”
“Anyway…Dude go get ready for that meeting.”
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Park Jimin. Dressed in nice, expensive attire and casual white Nikes under his jeans. That was him. Cute bowl cut, expressive dark brown eyes and a soft round shaped face. He had pretty nice lips, but you preferred Taehyung’s.
Taehyung’s right hand man, Jimin, was the son of the second most powerful mafia, Mr. Park.
Mr. Kim, the most powerful and Mr. Park, second most powerful, have known each other through their dangerous field of work and set their sons up years ago to become great friends and one day, hopefully, become powerful leaders who can take their place.
Unlike Taehyung, Jimin took the role of being his father’s son very seriously and he strived to take the role of being the next mafia boss when the time is right.
Also, unlike Taehyung, Jimin’s dad was still married to Jimin’s mother and Mr.Park was actually a pretty decent person. He had morals and he respected women. He was loyal to his wife and had a strong sense of family. Some people even idolized him. He was attractive and kept his physic.
Those were some of the reasons why Mr. Kim and Mr.Park didn’t speak to one another unless it was for business. Mr. Kim was the more powerful one, the one with more money, yet, he was still jealous of Mr. Park.
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While Taehyung was out at a professional meeting with Mr. Kim--bored out of his mind--you dressed up in Taehyung’s black hoodie and shorts before going out with his friend, Jimin to get some boba and chill. This was a luxury for a person like you, especially when you were in this situation.
The guards that watched the mansion let you go free since you were with Jimin, and they trusted him to bring you back.
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12 PM
The boba shop was a quiet shop in the city area and surprisingly, not too far of a walk away from the mansion. It was just now afternoon time, so the sun gave the nice boba shop an even cozier vibe.
“So, are you and Tae officially dating or?” Jimin playfully asked with a smug smirk, sipping on his matcha boba with a cheeky smirk.
“No…I’ve only known him for about a day.” you quietly answered, mindlessly twirling your ice cream cone in hand.
“Damn, then he must really like you!” Jimin giggled to himself with a pretty eye before sipping on his matcha boba.
“What makes you say that?” You questioned while looking around. Would anyone see this and think it’s a casual date? Or would anyone notice that you’re under the control of mafia men?-
“The whole ‘my girl’ thing! The whole death glare he gave me! The whole, ‘Jimin watch her,’ order! He never even gives orders.”
Buzz, buzz!
“Shit, he’s calling me right now.” Jimin playfully muttered before reaching in his back pocket for his phone.
It was indeed Taehyung calling.
“What’s up-“ Jimin casually greeted before being cut off by a frantic Taehyung.
“Where are you guys???”
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“Boba.”
Taehyung sighed. Just boba. She’s fine.
“Oh okay.”
Silence.
Jimin exasperatedly rolled his eyes.
“Is Y/n okay?” Taehyung asked softly with his velvety tone.
“I don’t know.” Jimin responded with clear annoyance. This tone Jimin had somehow led Taehyung to getting pissed, and within the few hours you've known him, you’ve never heard him get so pissed before. Jimin seemed to though, even if he still flinched a bit at Taehyung’s outburst.
“Huh?! Park Jimin! What the fuck do you mean that-“
“Chill out, I’ll give the phone to her.”
Jimin handed you the phone with slightly shaky hands.
“Hi.” Taehyung softly greeted you from the other end of the call, suddenly not so aggravated.
“Hello.” You awkwardly responded.
“Hi… So, what boba did you get?”
…
“I ended up getting ice cream.”
“Is it good?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind-“
Jimin deeply groaned and then whined.
“This is too embarrassing to watch, bye.”
Bleep.
And just like that, he hung up.
…
“Please text him that I got the newest ice cream special on the menu.” You quietly suggested.
Jimin sighed heavily, clearly not rocking with being the messenger for both you and Taehyung.
“Fine, but does he even care?”
“I don’t know, but he still asked.” You mumbled simply before taking a quiet lick of your ice cream.
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“Damn it…”
Taehyung absolutely hated attending meetings like these. Getting dressed into expensive clothes that he only had because of his father’s dirty money. Sitting for long periods of time and negotiating things with evil people, as if he was a part of their mess. Taehyung would never forgive his father for his choices in life or for what happened to mother. Never.
“What is she doing right now?” Taehyung suddenly thought back. For your own protection and safety, he had left you with his childhood friend, Jimin Park. He knew that you were in great hands, and he knew that you're just fine eating your ice cream…without him…
Taehyung couldn't help but worry and want to hear from you soon. Whenever he was with you, things felt right and he needed to grow closer. Something told him that you two could understand one another without words.
Then, his phone vibrated.
Ding.
Jimin: “She got the new ice cream special.”
Taehyung smiled.
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2:30 PM
Finally back at the mansion, Taehyung sped walked straight down the glass stairs and into his room, only to find you and his good friend, Jimin on his bed playing his video games.
“Oh! Taehyung-ah. Care to join—“
“You can leave now.” He cut the shorter man off in a firm, almost possessive tone.
“See…he really likes you.” Jimin playfully whispered to you before walking off with a giggle.
Taehyung rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed next to you, keeping a respectful distance but secretly wanting to be closer and feel your familiar warmth.
“Did he treat you well?” Taehyung questioned with the raise of his eyebrow.
“Mm, he was sweet.” You nodded with a small smile you didn’t realize you had.
For some reason, Taehyung felt a pang of hurt in his chest. He was pleased to know that his friend Jimin was good to you, but you sounded too grateful, like you were better off with Jimin than him.
For some reason, Taehyung didn’t want to let you go. Ever. Not if you were able to leave this mansion and not if you were back at home.
“What was so sweet about him?” He dared to ask.
You tapped on your chin thoughtfully.
“Well…He paid for the ice cream—“
“I could buy you the shop.” Taehyung interrupted with a cough.
Was he flirting?
“He’s observant…” you continued.
“He doesn’t know how your breathing pattern changes at night.”
Weird. Why was he saying these things when you two still barely knew each other? At least in all realness, it’s been a little over 12 hours since you both first met.
“He has nice lips.” You said just to shut him up.
“Oh.” Taehyung slowly slouched, looking like a kicked puppy. He was so obvious with his feelings right now. Not to long ago, he was so cold.
There was an awkward silence that followed for a few seconds before you could no longer stand seeing him like this.
“But, not as nice as your lips.”
His cold expression suddenly lit up, even if it was subtle.
“Do you want to try them?”
Woah? Did he just ask that?
You stuttered, surprised with Taehyung’s straightforward offer but suddenly curious to know where this would lead.
What even were you and him? You both certainly weren’t friends but weren’t in an established romantic relationship either.
Clearly though, you both liked each other—but it was starting to feel less like attraction and more like an unspoken devotion. It was weird, and you wanted to know if it was real.
“I—Yes. But—“
Ding.
He gave an irritated groan as if he had fumbled a rare diamond.
“Shit. Sorry. I need to check this.”
Asshole: Party in 30. Bring your toy. Make her pretty.
Taehyung internally cringed. Stop referring to the woman I love as a toy. Die. Die. Di—
“What is it?” You questioned Taehyung as you looked at his distressed expression. His dark tiger eyes seemed to get that distant look almost when he was lost in thought.
“What is what?” He questioned, carefully blanking his expression like he seemed to always do.
“You had that expression.” You pointed out insistently.
Taehyung sighed.
“We have to go somewhere in 30 minutes.”
“Where?”
“It’s a party. Mr. Kim likes to go there and negotiate with well known business men about territories and boring stuff… I’ll help you get ready.”
You fidgeted with Taehyung’s silk bedsheets nervously but he gripped your hand.
“You’re under my protection. He won’t hurt you as long as I breathe.”
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After Taehyung kindly demanded his maids to bring proper makeup in your shade and an expensive outfit that fit your choice of style, you were ready to go to this event with Taehyung.
You weren’t so ready mentally, but at least you looked ready. You chose a modest outfit, not too skin showing but still made you look classy and feel more confident.
Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off you, and it showed with the pink tint growing on his pale ears every-time you caught his dark tiger eyes.
“You look beautiful.” He couldn’t help but blurt in a flustered expression. He looked good in his own casual yet expensive clothing, but Taehyung knew that was nothing compared to your beauty.
“Thank you.”
When taking his personal driver to the nearby venue, you looked out of the window to observe the city.
The city you were in had many well known corporate buildings and for some reason, not a lot of people walked outside.
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3:01 PM
“Don’t let go of my hand and tell me when you feel uncomfortable.”
You nodded and Taehyung stepped out of the limbozine first before taking your hand in his larger one and helping you out of the vehicle.
At first glance, the large building looked like your average, fancy dining area, but inside was anything but.
Ladies almost half naked served the older men, who seemed to be scattered around the venue.
There was a pungent scent of cigarette smoke, alcohol and weed. Soft classical music played while some shared their darkest secrets while some in the back may have committed some.
Then you both came across Mr. Kim—by the window with his own men. Taehyung subtly stilled before letting out a quick breath.
The other older men already seated at the table gave both you and Taehyung dirty looks for whatever reason.
“Ahh yes, there is my son!” Mr. Kim richly chuckled before doing a hand motion that said “have a seat.”
Mr. Kim was also already seated at a large table with his fellow mafia men. There were about 9 of them in total. Very hard to tell what kind of men they were, but they didn’t seem friendly and were occupied with a game of cards. Cards, drinks, cigars and bullets we’re scattered across the table.
Mr. Kim subtly gestured for you to sit on his lap but Taehyung ignored and made sure to sit in between you and his perverted father.
“That’s the girl??” One of the men mocked with an awkward chuckle. “You said toy… why is he hovered behind her like that.”
“My son is pretty possessive over her… He’ll find more for me anyway, isn’t that right?”
Taehyung closed his eyes and nodded, obviously disgusted with the conversation.
“Will you excuse my son and I.” Mr. Kim spoke to the group before roughly grabbing Taehyung up by the arm and dragging him outside. Not knowing what to do, you followed behind quietly.
One man at the table rudely whistled at you when you turned around, and tired of the disrespect, you flicked him off. He only bit his nasty lip in response and you wanted to puke.
These were the kind of men Taehyung had to be around…
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“Taehyung.” Mr. Kim said coldly.
“Yes.” Taehyung glanced up from the ground and up at the older man.
“Why do you never listen?? I told you to dress the toy up nice, and you dress her in modest clothing?!”
Taehyung wanted to strangle his father for still referring to you as a toy, but he stayed quiet. His father continued,
“Are you trying to embarrass—“
“Whoops. You were too vague.”
Taehyung watched his father shake with barley suppressed anger, and he tried his best not to smile.
“I want to kill you.” Mr. Kim seriously gritted through his teeth with clenched fist, cautious since anyone could see this scene.
“I wish you’d do that instead of doing it to my mother.”
You gasped, unable to stop your reaction while watching from the sidelines.
Silence. Mr. Kim was practically shaking with anger, but he knew he’d get his son back for his slick mouth later.
“I don’t have time for this. You’re weak.”
Before storming off, Mr.Kim made sure to deliberately bump into you.
Taehyung gritted his teeth together and jogged over to you, healthy dark hair bouncing with each step.
“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung asked you as he firmly gripped your hand. You actually thought about this question.
In general, things were never okay for you. Everything in your life was becoming more a mess since the day your mother died…And you didn’t know what was going to happen if you were stuck here any longer. Will you start getting forced to do things you didn’t want? Or wear things that were inappropriate? Will Taehyung soon stop trying to protect you and let his father take full control? Did you have much time left?
“Hey.”
Taehyung said firmly, trying to get you out of you out of your worries.
Seeing that wasn’t working, he gripped your arms and pulled you into his large warm chest for a protective hug. He was never used to receiving hugs or giving them, but he just knew what to do when it came to you.
You too haven’t received a hug in a while, and the fact that you didn’t know you needed one until the moment he did it for you, almost broke you.
He noticed the tears coming from your eyes and wetting his expensive shirt, and his soft heart hurt at your pain. Sure, he’s had his own fair share of issues but when it came to you, he wanted you to feel good and protected.
Taehyung gently pulled back to see your face, carefully crafted beauty meeting yours before carefully wipe your tears with the back of his large hand.
“We’re going back to my room. I have some ramen we can eat together.”
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4:00 PM
Ramen and chilling while watching an anime on Taehyung’s IPad wasn’t something a girl kidnapped by mafias usually got the privilege of having, but luckily, the mafia’s son was quite infactuated with you. This bacame more and more clear with the way he watched you eat your ramen, holding back his growing desire by a thread.
A tiny bit of ramen broth got onto your lips, and he desperately wanted to lick it off your lips and see the shock on your face, but he sat there, shaking with need.
What had gotten into him? He doesn’t remember ever feeling like this for anyone or anything. But with you…
“Am I that ugly that you have to just stare at me??” You couldn’t help but blurt out, underlying insecurity getting the best of you.
Taehyung felt like he couldn’t breathe at that. He wanted to practically worship the ground you walked on and you were asking him a stupid question like “am I ugly?”.
“Can I show you how I feel physically?” He said deeply, rosey heart lips slightly parting with need.
You saw that glint in his hungry tiger eyes, and it’s like you guys came right back to where you were before that shitty event.
He didn’t find you ugly at all, he was just obsessed.
“Yeah.” You said with a sigh of relief and a smile that made Taehyung’s heart pump faster. He didn’t waste another second before he dived in.
The way that he kissed you was so much more intense than you expected it to be. The way his tongue rubbed against yours, the way he explored your mouth, the way he pushed you against the bed with much force yet so much care.
That weird feeling that you had met him in another life came back to you ten fold, and it was making everything so much more hotter than it already was.
While continuing to thirst his tongue into yours, Taehyung ever so subtly grinded against you and pinned you under him with ease.
Instinctively, you widened your legs to give him more space to rock his hips against yours like a dog in heat.
He whimpered.
“Please. Please can I take these off?” He pleaded breathlessly, referring to taking off your pants and underwear.
His father really raised someone completely different from him. While Mr. Kim demands and takes, Taehyung asks and waits to receive something. It was things like this that made his father wonder if he was even the dad.
“Mm, and I need you in me.” You hummed almost in a moan. Somehow, his own very horny energy was rubbing onto you, and soon, something else was rubbing on you as well.
Taehyung’s hips shifted as he felt your clit throb against his fingers.
“I’m so lucky to have you like this. Fuck.” He groaned to himself before taking his hand and unzipping his jeans. Then suddenly, he freezed.
“Shit…I don’t have condoms.”
You groaned, irritated that you two would have to stop. That would make things so awkward with your vagina just wet and out in the open. Then, like a sudden thought popped in his head. Taehyung evily grinned.
“I’ll just devour you.”
And he immediately got to work.
If you thought his tongue was relentless in your mouth, the way he sucked on your clit, finding it so smoothly like he’s done this with you a million times before, felt like a kind of heaven in its own.
You screamed as his mouth latched onto your clit and you gripped his black stands of hair for grounding. This was such a turn on for him but he was focused on your pleasure most.
Every sound you made, every jerk of the hips, every grind on his face just made him so much harder, and he didn’t know what to do.
He used his right hand to hold your hips down firm and steady, while his other hand snaked around to enter your throbbing cunt, curling and finding that spot which made you go crazy.
“Tight.” He hissed against you while continuing to pleasure you.
“You’re mine.” He grumbled against your clit, the vibrations of his voice were what broke you.
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All the debt he owed to Mr. Kim and his organization.
He knew he couldn’t pay it off. Not in his time left.
He already was well aware of how he failed you as a parental figure and belive that maybe it was for the best that he stayed away and let the mafias do whatever to you.
Mr. Kim wouldn’t do anything that bad right?
Too broke to pay it off and too broke to run away, your father new there was only one way he could escape this situation. He felt quite empty inside after your mother had died, and had been thinking about this for a while.
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10:00 AM
The next day was a suspiciously quiet day for Taehyung. Don’t get him wrong, he was content that he got to sleep in and cuddle you until 10 AM, but usually he had thingnga to do, meeting to attend, why was Mr. Kim
Brr.
Taehyung’s pretty lips smiled softly at the sound of your tummy rumbling. His large hand pat your belly gently through the silk sheets.
“My love.” He said outloud before gasping after he realized what he had said.
“Damn it, I love you. We just met.” His eyes softened in disbelief and hope.
Slowly untangling his limbs from yours, Taehyung put on his slippers, ran a rough hand through his silk back hair, grabbed his phone from his nightstand and in long strides, walked to see if the maids had made any breakfast yet. Yes, these maidens made breakfast on top of the many other things they did for the mansion.
While walking up the glass stairs from his bedroom, he checked his phone. Silence from everyone. Strange.
Ring ring.
Taehyung let out a breath he didn’t realize he was losing. Someone needed him for something. It was Jimin.
He quickly picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
“Hyung, whatsup?”
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10:45 AM
You were woken up by gentle and sweet facial pecks from Taehyung.
You giggled, eyes still closed.
“Tae!”
“Mmm~”
Brrr..
“Got your noisy tummy breakfast.”
You opened your eyes to see the breakfast but couldn’t help but noticed his strained face. Something was definitely up.
“Hey, what’s wrong.”
“Please, eat. Then, I’ll talk.”
- - -
After eating the amazing breakfast Taehyung had gotten for you, you reasked the question that was nagging at you still.
Trusting others in your life was a big no. Trusting him—that actually didn’t seem so hard. You decided to listen and go with his plan.
———
With a large bag on his back and your smaller hand is his, Taehyung attempted to leave the mansion after walking up the glass steps, but then a tall, broad shouldered security stopped him.
“You can’t leave. Boss’s orders.” The guard warned.
“Ignore.” Taehyung leaned over and softly whispered in your ear before continuing to walk.
“Boss said I could use violence. Even kill you.” The gaurd further warned, hand moving over to grab his hip gun.
Taehyung sighed softly before leaning down to whisper in your ear again. The guard looked over confused while subtly signaling for backup to the other security.
“I will distract him. You run over to a parked red sports car, Jimin is inside waiting inside.”
“I don’t want to—“
“Do it. For us.” Taehyung pouted, eyes going from tiger to baby kitty. You couldn’t resist and you knew the smarter and safer choice was to go with his plan.
Out of nowhere and with much speed, Taehyung took his bag off, pulled the zipper back, reached inside for a gun and shot at the walls.
The other guards moved fast to get him and as he asked, you ran out the fancy, spinny doors as fast as you could to a nearby red sports car.
In the corner there it was. You sprinted, yanked the back door open and hid in the back seat.
“Hi miss!” Jimin, Taehyung’s good friend said with a warm smile, eyes crinkling, but you could tell he knew something you didn’t.
“Let’s go!” Jimin said, excitement not all the way real but he was trying.
“Wait!”
“Huh?”
“Taehyung! He should come with us.”
“H-he’s not going to.”
“What?”
“Look, we really have to go—“
With the blink of an eye, you were out of the car and running back to the place you were just running from. All because of someone you stupidly fell for.
When reaching back inside, you felt your soul die and your knees hit the wet ground.
There he was, your Taehyung, bleeding out on the expensive floor, a growing red pool of his own insides coming from his stomach. Was he even breathing? Was he even planning to come back?
You suddenly screamed. Angry, scared, hurt. How could he be so selfless? So stupid?
“Mmm~” He groaned while slowly sitting up. He felt so weak from the loss
“How could you??”
“I’m not even dead.”
“But—“
Suddenly, Taehyung found his strength and he yanked you into his coldening chest, cradling your body against his chest with care but also a fierce protection. His usually soft eyes with you went ice cold at the sight of his father.
“What do you want?” He growled angrily through his teeth, giving his father a stare that would have mentally fucked with people.
His father had just returned and had a revolver in his hand for your killing. Your own father failed to pay him back, killed himself like a coward and therefore, Mr. Kim really had no use with you.
If only you stayed back with Jimin instead of coming back to bring Taehyung with you.
“Just let me kill her.” Mr. Kim negotiated with his son. The younger boy was wide eyed and backwards leg squirming away in his pool of blood all to find a way to get you out of this.
“You can start over as my son and we can forget about these disagreements—“
“No!” Taehyung screamed, firm grip on your body increasing in desperation. He wasn’t going to let you go.
“Fine.” Mr. Kim spat coldly before signaling his guards to fire.
The last thing you felt before your bodies went cold was your lover’s scream, their blood and his strong arms trying to cover you from everything, protect you from the world because he knew how bad it could be.
A/N: Maybe ity bity things in this story I forgot to add or just didn’t want to, but I hope you guys overall enjoyed and aren’t too sad. I have much more fun, non angst fanfics on my page. My followers increase every day and don’t think there isn’t a moment where I’m not grateful, because I’m so thankful for all of you guys💗much love and thank you so much for reading. I couldn’t wait to finally be done with this and work on something more fun ^^
paring: older brother's bsf! jungkook X female! reader ft. Taehyung
word count: 2.5K
content: explicit content,smut (mdi), drinking, friends to FWB, age gap (21 & 28), dom! jungkook (icl), dirty smut, use of petname princess, sex in car, squirting, rough sex, cremepie
prompt: drinking game turns into car fvcking (~_~)
a/n -> here we go… enjoy {>__<}! can you tell im very inlove with this man still after all these years? that's just my army heart
Finally deciding to let loose and enjoy your ‘uptight life’, you, your older brother, and your older brother’s best friend, Jungkook Jeon, decided to go out and have a little fun at the club with some friends. Unlike you, Jungkook had lots and lots of clubbing experience.
In fact, he was generally more experienced in things compared to you, especially with being 7 years older. He was experienced in girls, experienced in drinking, and experienced in art.
The man also had an arm covered in tattoos and a face decorated with per-icings. He seemed like a rude “Emo Bad-Boy” on the outside, but really, he had a chill but rebellious soul.
You two have grown closer as friends due to of course your brother, but also, you and Jungkook had the same fields of work. Jungkook was like that fun, older friend you always needed. He was less overprotective than your brother, and he was a way more trouble loving friend.
Friend, but you used to have a small crush on Jungkook when you first met. You were much younger at the time while he was 7 years older, so he never looked your way.
Now, you were older, 21 going on 22, and claimed to yourself that those feelings were long gone, especially after you two grew closer as friends and nothing more…but Jungkook was so pretty…So hot.
Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? Sexy body. Jet black hair in wolf cut. Well-structured and pierced face. He was manly, almost bulky, very sexy but had that cute bunny-like innocence that could drive a girl crazy. The tattoos and piercings only added to the fun. It's almost like the older he got, the more attractive of a man he became.
He couldn’t even hug you normally without you being pressed against his warm abs. It wasn't his fault that he was so well built and kissed by the heavens and sun. You liked the feeling of his large, rough tatted hands displayed on your back…And you liked the breeze of his breath on your neck…
Despite finding him hot as fuck, you knew there was some kind of imaginary boundary line that shouldnt be crossed as you and Jungkook were just friends, he was your brother’s bestfriend and Jungkook was 28, nearing his thirties while you were in your early twenties.
After the night of the clubbing though, things were changed and lines were crossed.
Though your brother initially joined you both on the clubbing, he left early to visit his girlfriend. Since he did know Jungkook for a long time, he trusted him to behave around you and protect you throughout the party. Little did your brother know, Jungkook was rebellious as hell and was going to start something he knew he couldn't finish.
“Jungkook~,”
Slurred a drunk Taehyung with an evil smile. Taehyung was one of Jungkook’s longterm friends, and though he didn’t realize it, he was about to redirect the friendship you and Jungkook had built.
A simple dare or drink game was being played between you, Jungkook, Taehyung, and a couple of randoms. Jungkook was deliberately trying not to drink on this night because he was more concerned about an important work related project he had the next day. Jungkook knew he needed to be prepared for that, and drinking would be the worse choice.
“I dare you to kiss Y/n. Dare or drink.”
Most of the people in the drinking circle ‘ooh-ed’. They loved to see people kiss for whatever reason. Some people, likely drunk and unable to contain their reaction, ‘ugh-ed’ in jealousy. If your older brother was here, he would have made you leave. But now, he wasn't currently there to play the role of mother.
Jungkook slowly turned his head to stare at you, assessing you up and down. He was so lustfully hot in his black tanktop and those thick biceps, but his eyes were so soft and pure. Damn boba eyes.
His gaze made you squirm in your high seat. Though you came in a fitting red dress that showed skin in a sexy yet comfortable way for the temperature, Jungkook made your body feel so much more heated than it needed to be.
You were worried that he could sense it all; the way your fingers shook, the way your thighs clenched, the way your panties soaked. You two were still just friends after all, so why did you feel this way?
Luckily, you were also trying your best to stay sober since you also had a similar important project as Jungkook. If you were already drunk, you probably would have said a few things out loud you shouldn't have.
Jungkook casually shrugged and bit at his lip per-icing out of habit.
“I mean, I’m down if she’s down.” He said in his deep velvety voice.
You gasped. Did he really just agree? But-
Jungkook raised a thick pierced eyebrow at you in question, giving you room to reject him if you wanted.
…
After you only nodded, Jungkook’s dark boba eyes widened before schooling back to his handsome poker face. He twirled at his black hoop ear-ring to think about something. Clearly, he didn't think long and hard about the "kissing as friends" thing.
Your breath hitched, and your pulse quickened as he slowly approached you. Like a tattooed snake surrounding their prey, Jungkook pushed himself up from his seat, circled around to be behind you and whispered low in your ear so that the others watching couldn’t hear. His tattooed arm gripped your shoulder, but it wasn’t control, it was grounding.
“We could fake a kiss if you’re uncomfortable.”
….
“I want to kiss you.”
"Very well then."
Then with the blink of an eye, he grabbed your arms, spun you around on your high chair to face him, and he devoured you like he was starving for centuries. The people around watched in curiosity and confusion, but nothing else mattered except for you and him, Jungkook.
When his lips crashed into yours, for a moment you could only feel his long, slimy tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His cold lip per-icing pressing against your lips, so you impulsively licked the metal and closed your eyes in pleasure once he slurped your tongue back into his mouth, demanding more.
He let out a soft moan and resisted the urge to grind against your chair like a bunny in heat. The sound he made was rough and deep, but you loved the manly vibrations that came with it.
This passionate makeout went on for a long 10 seconds before you both decided to catch your breaths, hearts racing n all, saliva connected from both mouths.
You could still taste the aftertaste of his tongue. Something sweet and lip ring metal still on the tip of your tongue.
What you and Jungkook did was not how friends kissed each other, in fact, friends aren't even supposed to kiss. So why in the hell did Jungkook kiss you like that? He kissed you like he was starving, deprived of women's mouths, when in reality, almost everybody wanted him.
Post the tongue sucking Jungkook gave you, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about the way he kissed you. You thought about it so much that your head was spinning, and your body was aching for more of him.
You were basically drunk off of his warm saliva now, constantly thinking back to the way he slid his nasty tongue into your mouth like he owned you, like he wanted to lick more of you, when in reality, you guys were just friends.
15 minutes after the Dare or Drink game, it was getting late, so you and Jungkook walked back from the party to the car that night. He closely followed behind you until you were safely in the car.
Suddenly, things in the cramped car felt a lot more heated than before. There was not enough room to breathe. You could sense every movement of Jungkook’s large, tatted body like an expensive motion detector. Except a motion detector would alert, you would just grow more wet and your breath would just hitch with every deep breath he took.
Lord, why did he wear a black tank top and chains today? It was your weakness. You could see every curve of his thick pale biceps and read every tattoo like scripted. You had this urge to kiss all over his flesh and mark his soft skin as yours and-
Jungkook used his large rough hands to suddenly grab you from your seat and move you on his lap. Now you were straddling him and gazing directly into his boba eyes in this small car. You could feel his hard bulge through his jeans already. From his hardness, flush pierced face and sweaty grip around your waist, Jungkook was feeling the same way you were. The worst part was, you were both sober.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, princess?” He asked with a soft smirk.
“I- Uh…” You were suddenly nervous under his dazed gaze. Jungkook and you were still at the status of friends, and it would complicate everything if these feelings you both were having were expressed out loud.
You squirmed frantically to move off him but he raised a pierced eyebrow at your action and slid you harder against him, rough hands now gripping your hips as he used his hand to adjust the seat and lean back in his car seat.
This motion caused a bit of your tight dress to rise and the tips of Jungkook’s ears turned red at the sight. He licked his lips in a needy hunger.
“I need you, princess.” He deeply whined, his eyes no longer innocent but more dilated and needy. He looked very drunk despite not consuming any alcohol.
“B-but Jungkook.” You stuttered nervously. There were so many reasons you two shouldn't hookup. He was not just your much older friend, but he was your older brother’s friend. And Jungkook was your fellow worker. Why hookup with him of all the guys? Why not choose a man closer to your age?
“I dont give a fuck. Just let me fuck you. Now. P-please.”
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You should not have let those big innocent boba eyes fooled you, because the way he fucked you was the complete opposite of gentle and pleading. In fact, he pounded into you like he was eternally pissed at how long your brother kept you guys apart for, making you get fucked cowgirl style.
“Mmm…So warm and wet around me, fuck!-” He gritted through his teeth while thrusting into you with sharper hits. Your thighs were starting to shake around his wide hips in the best way.
Jungkook couldn't hold himself back anymore. He tried to slow down and let you control the pace back during it, but he needed you so bad he couldn't take it.
He hated how much your brother annoyingly cock-blocked him from having you. He hated seeing you during work or during simple hangouts and not be able to fuck you infront of everyone like the world was ending.
You didn't know what to grip on to during this car sex you were having. No matter how quick your breaths were, Jungkook’s thrusts were quicker. And they hit heavy, hard and punishing in the best way, He was so large, girthy and wet, so every pound banged into that spot you so desperately needed him to. Every stretch he gave you felt like a reward.
If your older brother knew about this whole affair, he'd probably have a stroke, ghost you and kill Jungkook. But maybe Jungkook was growing on you, because you liked the thrill, and you liked the thought of your older brother losing his mind. You were a 21 year old woman now, and you could choose whoever you wanted now.
You indistinctively gripped onto Jungkook’s wavy thick black hair with both hands and a moan erupted from deep in his chest, sending those same vibrations throughout all of your body just like the kiss. He was quite vocal, it was hard to even think with all the sounds he was making.
“Fuck, fuck, right there yes. You can take more.” He whimpered, trying to stay quiet in the cramped car but was failing miserably. Both of his hands gripped your waist like you were his life line.
The windows were quickly starting to fog up from the heat you and Jungkook were creating in the cramped car.
He knew that you were close before you did and demanded that you looked into his eyes during it. You struggled to meet his gaze as you knew what you and him were doing was very scandalous.
Jungkook lowly growled in annoyance and suddenly, his large tattooed hand gripped angrily your chin so you couldn't look away from his dark eyes as he remained deep in you, harshly thrusting up from under.
His pounds were more intentional as he knew exactly how your body worked, and he would feel how your pussy was tightly gripping him, on the verge of release.
You gasped, almost not being able to feel your legs when the orgasm hit you like a tsunami. You disgustingly squirted all over his tanktop and he only smirked in content.
He continued to fuck you through it, making you ride him slowly while guiding you with one of his large rough hands.
You could feel how unbelievably hard he was in you and his eyes kept rolling back like he was going to pathetically pass out. His balls were throbbing as if he was some kind of bomb, ready to explode.
“P-please, please, fucking please can i cum in?”
You didn’t know why, but maybe to be even more scandalous, you said yes.
Like a volcano, you felt ropes of hot sticky thick cum fill deep into your insides as his thighs violently shook under you. You almost had a second orgasm at the sight and feeling your brother's best friend just gave you.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He cried out loud before yanking you in for an immediate, wet and sloppy kiss.
You kissed him back and bounced on him seeking more of that friction while he was tongue deep.
“Mmm! So greedy…” He grumbled against your lips with a smile.
DING. DING. DING- DI- DING
“Shit.” Jungkook suddenly hissed as he pulled away to check the cause of sound. It was no other than your brother freaking out and blowing up Jungkook’s phone.
“Where are you guys??”
“It's like 2am wtf??”
“Coming rn.”
“Why are you guys still just in the parking lot???”
“You better not have fucked my sister. Ill kill you.”
Jungkook just chuckled and gave that hungry gaze over to you. You played with his earring because why not.
“When he comes, you can show him that you're not drunk.”
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