death valley (m) | part 0
summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but donât take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing youÂ
welcome to death valley. once youâre in, thereâs no telling whether youâll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prizeÂ
pairing:Â ot7 x reader smut ft:Â drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader
genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.6kÂ
warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jiminÂ
a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. itâs wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy
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It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.
âHereâs one of studiosâ Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. âThey all look the same pretty much and oh!â He backed away as the door slid open.
You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldnât believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.
You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldnât help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.
Namjoon didnât seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.
He didnât bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.
âThat was Min Yoongi! The head producer. Heâs really goodâhe basically produces all of our artists songs.â The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that manâs face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.
âY/n?â A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. âEarth to Y/nâ
âS..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?â Namjoon smiled knowingly.
âI asked if you were free tonight.â He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. âThereâs this awesome localâŠhang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. Itâs called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and thenâŠand thereâs one tonightâ You noticed him blushing slightly, âAnyway if youâre free. You should definitely comeâ
You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. âDo I just meet you there? How does it work?â Namjoon shifted his weight.
âWhen you get there, just show them that flyer and theyâll take you where you need to go. Youâll find me donât worryâ
You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket.Â
The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it.Â
You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldnât tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.
You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.
âName?â He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. âHmâ He eyed your figure, âNice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.â
Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasnât too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.
âNice jacketâ You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldnât quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.
âThanks. Iâve been getting that a lotâ
âWe donât get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?â You nodded.
âYeah, Iâm here for the fight. My friend invited me. Heâs expecting me so I betterâŠâ The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.
âPerfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the wayâ
You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.
âHey!â You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.
âTrust me. You probably arenât gonna wanna wear that in thereâ His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. âCome on jacket girl, letâs go have some funâ
You couldnât even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.
âWho are you meeting? I can probably help you find themâ He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.
âMy colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to findâ Taehyung burst out laughing.
âKim Namjoon?â Taehyung chuckled darkly, âDamnâŠJoon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking jokeâ He smirked meanly, âYouâll see him soon enough.â You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space.  Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.
âWhat the fuckâ You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoonâs fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.
âHow much did you bet on himâŠdoesnât matter.â He paused, âDonât worry. Iâll take care of it.â He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, âConsider it doneâ.
You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.
âI think I need some air. How do I get out of here?â Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasnât the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.
âI thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?â You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. âScum. This is why I donât like working with street ratsâ The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldnât quite place it.
The men exchanged a few more words that you couldnât hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.
He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocentâlooking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.
âSorryâŠIâllâŠgo aroundâ You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didnât get up. âAre you okay?â You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. âShit you look hurt. Hold onâ You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. âHereâ You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.
âHow did you even get here?â He finally spoke.
âI just came out of the ring for some airâŠwandered a bitâ
âNo one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?â
âUmâŠâ You thought carefully, âTâŠtaehyung? I think was his nameâ
âOf courseâ The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. âWhatâs your name?â
âY/nâ You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.
âYou look really hot like that.â His hand rested on the top of your head. âBet you suck cock real goodâ
You scoffed. âI just fucking saved your ass and thatâs what you have to sayâ You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.
âHow rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?â You couldnât help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious.Â
âI donât even know youâ
âExactlyâ
You shrugged. You werenât sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didnât seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.
âWell Iâm not sucking your dick on this dirty floorâ You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boyâs lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.
âA hottie like you has no business in a place like thisâ He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your topâs straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.
âIâm Jungkook by the wayâ He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly.Â
He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasnât the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didnât bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.
You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.
âLickâ His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.
âDamn okay. Youâre a filthy little slut huhâ You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. âYou like it rough?â
You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. âYou couldnât handle itâ You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkookâs eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.
âGet the fuck on my cock right nowâ He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. âHoly fuckâŠfuckâŠfuckâ He whimpered, holding you tight.
You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.
âYou love that donât youâ He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. âPretty little slut, riding my cock like thisâŠthats right babyâŠâ
You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkookâs jeans brush against your ass.
You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.
âFuck youâre hotâ He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. âFucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperateâŠfuckâŠâ He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.
âAhhh Jungkookâ You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didnât care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.
He leaned back, slapping your thigh, âCome on babyâŠcum on meâŠcum on my big cock like the slut you areâŠwant to see how fucking pretty you look when you cumâ You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.
You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.
âFuckkkk yesss. Just like that babyâ Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.
You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. âGet on your kneesâ He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.
He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.
You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum
âSo prettyâ He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.
âCan I get your number?â You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.
âNoâ He grinned, patting your cheek, âBut trust me, if you want to find me youâll be able toâ He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.
You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.
âWho are you really? Where did you get that jacket?â You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? âIs this a fucking set up?â
âWhatâŠnoâŠI?â You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.
âDonât moveâ Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. âGet back in the fucking chair you piece of shitâ The man behind you growled, âYouâre not going anywhere till we get our fucking money backâ
You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.
The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor. Â You turned around and you entire body froze.
Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.
You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.
-
When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.
You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldnât find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.
Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls
You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.
You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.
âY/n! Hey!â He walked up to you eagerly, âI couldnât find you after theâ He looked around carefully âafter last night, I got a bitâŠcaught upâŠIâm so sorry. Did you have fun?â
âWhen were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?â You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.
âYeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I canât afford any studio time yet.â Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, âI wanna be a rockstarâ.
At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.
From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.
You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, âLike Park Jimin?â Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.
âYeah. Like Park Jiminâ
-
You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.
âHi! Y/n right?â He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. âMy name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. Iâm a songwriter and junior producerâ He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.
âSo tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?â
âIâve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a bandâŠâ You paused, âWell I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.â
Hobi chuckled, âHow interesting. He only recently signed with us. Thatâs what weâll be working on today. Although quite honestly Iâm a bit worried since he hasnât worked on music in a whileâ
You nodded, âYeah thatâs what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all thatâ You realized you were talking shit about a client, âUmâŠI mean thatâs probably not trueâ
âNo that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugsâŠthe powerâ He trailed off. âGet some damn good songs out of it thoughâ You laughed.
âJimin should be here any secondâ Hobi looked at his watch.
You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jiminâs face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.
The universe was really testing you today wasnât it.
âHi there!â Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, âSorry Iâm lateâ He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, âI guess you know who I amâŠMiss Y/nâ
âHow do you know my name?â You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.
He bit his lip, preventing a smile. âWouldnât you like to knowâ He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.
âAlright team.â Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. âIâll roll. Letâs make some fucking musicâ
You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You donât know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.
Jimin turned to look at you, âMmmâŠâ His hand slid under your skirt, âSomething about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heartâ He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. âI want snacksâ Jimin pouted, âHobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry tooâ
Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jiminâs giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.
âWhat do you remember?â He asked sternly. So it really was him.
âIâŠâ You werenât sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. âIâm sorry?â You feigned innocence.
âDo you remember Jeon Jungkook?â
Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. âYes. I hooked up with him, but I donât remember anything elseâ Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.
As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. Youâd get invited to gatherings, thatâs where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.
You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.
Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.
âWanna try?â He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldnât exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. âGo ahead baby girl. Snort itâ You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. âCute. My turnâ You tilted your neck but he tutted, âNot there baby girl,â He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.
âRightttt hereeeâ Jimin traced a line down your chest. âIs that okay with you?â He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.
âYesâ You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingersâoccasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.
He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. âDo you mind if I do this?â He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didnât know exactly what his intentions were. âCan I suck it baby girl?â You nodded dumbly. Jiminâs mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.
âJiminâ You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.
He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didnât care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. âDo you feel that baby girl?â He snickered, âWhat are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?â You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. âYou gonna let daddy have his way with you?â
âYesâ Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.
You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.
âCâŠcondomâ You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.
âYouâre not on birth control?â He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. âYou better get on it, because Iâm gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I donât wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?â You nod, âSay itâ He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.
âYesâŠdaddyâ You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.
âI love that fuckâŠyouâre so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love itâ Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.
âSo good daddy. I want moreâŠâ You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, âMoreâŠ.moreâŠmore daddy moreâ Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.
âMmm yesâŠbeing such a good littleâŠfuckâŠlittle cock sleeve for daddy hm?â The table creaked loudly and Jiminâs movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.
You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.
He doesnât even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. âBend over. Let me take you from behindâ He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didnât like that. You didnât know why you werenât resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.
You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didnât held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.
âIt hurtsâŠâ You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.
âLike I give a fuckâ Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. âSuck me off baby. Iâm almost doneâ He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
âFuckkkkâŠ.so fucking closeâŠâ He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.
Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.
âGood.â He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. âBe ready with protection next time okay?â He glanced around the room, âTell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all upâ
You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.
âYouâre just leaving?â
Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. âCardâs yours. Deal with itâ He shrugged, walking out.
You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.
So thatâs how it was gonna be then.
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Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.
And you thought your day couldnât get worse.
âShit. Sorrââ Yoongiâs voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.
He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldnât help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.
âWear thisâ You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldnât stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.
âIâŠIâm good nowâ You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. âThank you sirâ
âDonât mention itâ He didnât smile, he didnât frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.
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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in âpart â.Â
why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyungâs phonecall about? stay tuned :)Â










