You had Jin wrapped around your fingers and everyone in your school, including the teachers and other staff, knew it too.
Every time you walked down the hall with your boyfriend, who is feared by the student body, stared at you both in shock. That reason is because you’re the complete opposite of him - literally. You’re much nicer than him, more polite, and friendly.
Truth is, so is Jin, but to the people he likes and who doesn’t irritates him- which includes his family, friends, and most importantly - you.
So, seeing him act in such a way towards you shocks them.
“Hey Jinnie? Can you hold my hair back so I can get a drink from the water fountain?” You asked your boyfriend sweetly, glancing up at his tall frame.
If it was anymore possible, his eyes softened even more at you, nodding his head. “Of course, baby.” Moving your hair so it was pulled back away from your face, making sure there weren’t any stray hairs that would possibly get wet.
As you were getting a drink, the students around you stared in shock, seeing how Jin was doing something so out of his character. Even though they see something like this every week, they still cannot get use to it. Without you knowing, Jin glared at all of them, the same look that can scare them into thinking that they’ll have to deal with him alone. When he felt you stand up, his death glare was long gone and back was his adoring look for you.
Oblivious to the looks, you stood up on your tiptoes and planted a thankful kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you Jinnie, now, let’s get to the library so we, or I, can study.”
Smirking, Jin wrapped his arms around you shoulders to bring you in close to him. “You know me so well, baby.”
Min Yoongi hated school dances with a passion.
The thought of them always made him scowl and roll his eyes, stating that they are stupid and worthless.
And that is what he is at right now against his will because you begged him to go to it.
He was leaning against the wall, cringing at the crappy songs that were being played on the speakers, watching you dance with your friends. His gaze never left your dancing, only whenever a guy would stare at you for to long so he could give them his death glare. Your sight always made him happy - you made him happy. And what came with that is giving into your puppy dog eyes, being to weak to say no to you.
The upbeat song turned into a slow song, causing you to stop dancing and excitedly make your way towards Yoongi.
A cheeky grin was on your face which made Yoongi roll his eyes at you in a goofy manner.
“Would you like to have this dance with me, Min Yoongi,” you said in a fake posh tone.
Wanting to see you smile, he cleared his throat, “I would be honored to have this dance with you, Miss Y/N.” His reply had you giggling which made Yoongi smile down at you.
Yoongi brought you into him, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, your front pressed against his. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
“You look beautiful tonight, kitten.” He whispered into your ear, deep voice making your body tingle.
“And you look handsome, Yoongi.” You complimented back, kissing his neck.
You could see your friends gawking at you and Yoongi out of your peripheral vision, still shocked that you could make the Min Yoongi soft. Your best friend was smiling fondly at you from beside you who was dancing with their date, making you happy that she was happy for you.
To say that it was a shock that one of the feared BTS boys was dating a girl like you was a shock. You - a book worm, quiet, sweet girl - was dating Jung Hoseok - a rude, scary (according to a lot of people), rough guy.
Sometimes it was a shock to you also because how in the hell does someone like Hoseok like someone like you? This was something you always thought and have voiced once to your boyfriend, which resulted in him showing (in many ways) on why he does.
At school people always whispered about how different acts towards you than anybody else.
You were leaning into your boyfriends chest as you sat with him and his friends underneath the big oak tree that was outside by the school. You had a book in your hand, reading your favorite novel, while the other hand was used to put chips in your mouth. Hoseok had his arms wrapped around your waist, chin perched on your shoulder, occasionally pressing kisses along your neck and cheek.
“Dang it,” you muttered, accidentally staining a page of your book from turning it with your hand that you were using to eat with.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Hoseok asked, frowning when he heard your upset voice.
“I accidentally stained one of my pages because I was using this hand to eat with and turn pages.” You told him, frowning.
“Here, let me feed you while you read so you don’t do that again.” Hoseok offered, handing you a napkin so you can wipe you messy hand with before grabbing the bag of chips you brought.
Agreeing, you cleaned your hand off before you went back to reading. As Hoseok fed you, every now and then laughing with you whenever he acted as if the chip was a plane, the people who passed by were stunned. They would have never imagined Hoseok to act like how does with you before you two ever got together. Now that you two are together and how acts towards you -soft and kind- they cannot wrap their head around it.
Kim Namjoon is a nerd.
No one would ever believe that because of how he acts and who he hangs around with. Also because of him being the leader of the schools bad boy clan. But they began to see his nerdy side in class after you two started dating.
But they also didn’t believe that Kim Namjoon would go for someone that is the complete opposite of him; which shocked them whenever you and Namjoon began dating.
“But how is it A? Are you sure it is not C?” You questioned, looking at your boyfriend in confusion.
“Because, babe, of how..” Namjoon began explaining on why it is A rather than C.
The students who sat beside you and in front of you were stunned to see how Namjoon explained the process and problem to you so nicely and understandingly. Never had they seen Namjoon so nice to someone who wasn’t his friend (he is nice to someone who is nice to him first, but no one ever sees that situation).
“Oh, okay, that makes sense!” You exclaimed, finally understanding it the problem. “Thank you, Joonie.” You thanked quietly because you knew that he didn’t want anyone to hear your nickname for him.
“You’re welcome, babe. Now, onto the next problem.” Namjoon smiled down at you, love and admiration in his eyes.
And for the rest of the class period, the kids who were sat around you and Namjoon were quiet, listening to your boyfriend explain each problem to you, to scared to ask him for help on the problem.
Jimin was known not to do anything domestic.
He has had pass ‘girlfriends’ in the past - mainly flings. With those flings, he never liked to do anything that involved being a boyfriend. He just acted as if they were another person that didn’t matter to him, but helped him with his needs.
So, whenever you, the ‘good girl’, someone who never had a relationship, got with Jimin- everyone assumed that you were going to be another fling. They all felt pity for you because you are a nice girl.
It was a huge shock when you and Jimin were seen doing couply activities- like going to the movies, holding hands in school, and you both dating for almost seven months. Everyone was purely shocked that the Park Jimin is in an actual relationship for more than a week.
So whenever Jimin was around you, he turned into a huge ball of mush. Every time that they heard Jimin laugh, coo at you, or just act like an actual fluff ball, they were stunned.
Because what had happen to the Jimin who had a different girl a week?
And Jimin loves it- he loves you. And it is very obvious.
“Happy birthday, baby girl.” Jimin greeted you, kissing you all over your face.
“Thanks, Jimin!” You giggled at Jimin’s way of greeting you.
“I got you these,” he showed you the flowers. “I hope you like them, I know that you like Daisy’s, but they didn’t have any, so i got you the Sunflowers, which is your second favorite flower.” Jimin explained. It was clear that he was nervous about your reaction to the first part of your present.
“Jimin, I love them!” You squealed, looking at the flowers, taking them from your boyfriends hands. “They’re perfect, I love you so much!” To show your appreciation, you kissed him on the lips and hugged him tight.
The people that were around were all gawking at how you can make the Park Jimin nervous. A few people were happy to see that Jimin has changed and is happy with someone.
Before you met Taehyung, he was wild. As in, he never, ever, listened to anybody and was never controlled. He was always doing something crazy, like pulling a prank on a teacher or student, even graffiti a locker.
Taehyung was never controlled.
Until you came along.
Long story short, when Taehyung first met you he was head over heels for you. He was so entranced by your beauty, personality, everything about you. So, realizing that he had to probably calm down on his wildness due to knowing how sometimes it bothered you, he quit all of his acts. This surprised everyone because how could someone control the Kim Taehyung?
“Ugh,” you groaned out, bending down to pick up a book that had dropped.
“You okay there, Princess?” A familiar voice asked, causing butterflies to errupt in your stomach and your heart to do flips. You felt a arm wrap around your waist and a kiss be pressed to the side of your head.
“Yes, it’s just that I have to carry so many books and it gets to the point of being too much. I hate having to come back to my locker after every hour, so I try carrying them all at once to avoid being late.” You admitted, trying to balance your books in your arms.
Taehyung frowned down at you before grabbing your books, ignoring your protests. He hates seeing you stress out, so he’ll do anything to prevent that from happening.
“No, I’ll carry your books, Princess.” He stated, cutting you off from your protests.
At his actions, the people who were around were astonished by his actions. Even though this sometimes happens, everyone always seems to get surprised by it.
“She is so lucky.” You heard someone whisper, making you blush.
“It’s me that is the lucky one.” Taehyung stated truthfully, leaning down and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
Jungkook was a cocky guy.
He knew he was hot and he knew that him and his friends were feared in their town. He used that to his advantage to get whatever he wanted.
But that all stopped when he met you.
You had changed Jungkook by keeping him in line when he needed to be put back and had helped keep his short temper under control.
Sometimes, that temper got tested by how people acted and made snide remarks about him and his friends.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook growled out, turning around to face the person who made the remark.
“Jungkook,” you warned in a calm, yet soothing voice. “Don’t listen to them, he is a douche and you shouldn’t waste your energy on someone who is a negative person.” You told him, rubbing his shoulders.
What came a shock to everyone who was expecting a fight was Jungkook agreeing to not fight. They all stared at Jungkook and you as you both walked away from the scene.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you in close to him. You smiled up at him, happy that you got your boyfriend to avoid a detention or suspension.
“I love you.” Jungkook promised, leaning down to press a kiss to your head.
You couldn’t stand your boyfriend always treating you differently when his gang members were around and how he treated you when they were. He treated you as if you weren’t his girlfriend. It made you feel like complete and utter crap. You haven’t told him yet because every time that you do go and tell him you get nervous that a fight might break out and you hate fights.
But this time is different.
You had tears streaming down your face as you packed your bags quickly. This time Jin stepped over the line for you and you have had enough of it.
“Babe? What are you doing?” Jin asked you, his voice sounded panicked.
“I am done with you treating me as if I am nothing to you. Every time that gang is around, you treat me like crap and i am done. I’m leaving, Jin.” You told him, not giving a second glance towards his direction.
“No, please don’t leave. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to feel like that, i do that so they don’t know my weakness which is you. I love you Y/N, please don’t leave.” Jin begged, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
“How am i suppose to believe that you love me when you treat me the complete opposite in front of your gang? It’s pretty fucking hard.”
Next thing you knew was a pair of strong arms wrapping around your hips and a face being pressed into your back. The sound of Jin’s loud sobs was sounded throughout the room.
“Baby, please don’t go, I’m begging you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I was only trying to protect you, not hurt you. You’re the most important thing to me. I’ll stop it, please don’t leave me.” He begged, tightening his grip on your hips.
“Jinnie, calm down.” You try to say in the most calming voice that you could make.
“N-no! I treated you poorly out of stupidity when I should’ve been treating you like a Queen in front of my men! I drove you away when I should’ve been pulling you closer. I am so fucking stupid. I made it easier for you to get hurt when i should’ve been making it harder for them to hurt you.” He wailed out, not calming down the slightest bit.
“Jin listen to me.” You demanded, “I’m not going to leave you, I promise. Please calm down, baby.”
You know that you both have more to discuss about, but you both needed to calm down and rest. You felt Jin nod against your back, his body shaking. The sound of him trying to even out his breathing was evident due to his loud intakes of breath.
You always knew that Yoongi was cold and was hard at expressing emotions, but sometimes it really hurt you.
It sometimes it felt like he didn’t even love you. You prayed that it would change but it hasn’t and you have came to conclusion that you shouldn’t be in a relationship like this anymore. Even though his inner men’s girlfriends tried to tell you that he does love you and that you’re wrong on this, you still stuck with leaving. You couldn’t see it at all.
Now, here you are stuck in a crappy motel a few towns over from where you use to live with Yoongi.
You couldn’t stop crying because it felt as if your heart was ripped out of your chest. Yes, Yoongi was basically emotionless, you still loved him with all of your heart.
A loud banging came from the rooms door, causing you to jump. Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it, greeted with Yoongi,
For a while, you both stared at each other, taking in one another’s appearance. You were shocked with how disheveled he looked. He had bloodshot eyes, messy unkempt hair and his suit was wrinkled.
A deep sigh of relief came from him and next thing you knew you were in his arms.
“Thank fucking God you’re okay.” He mumbled, “What the hell were you thinking? I thought i fucking lost you.” You felt a tear hit your shoulder and you couldn’t believe that Min Yoongi - the most cold hearted, feared man was crying in your arms. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he croaked out, hugging you tighter, the sound of his heaving filling the room.
“Yoongi, please calm down. Please calm down.” You told him, running your fingers through his hair.
Once he calmed down, he still wouldn’t let you go.
“I know that I am not good with expressing emotions, but Y/N, i do love you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He whispered into your ear, “Please don’t give up on me. I should’ve done better on showing you my love. I’m trying my hardest, please don’t leave me.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, Yoongi.” You apologized.
“You have no reason to be sorry. Let’s go home. I am never letting this mistake to happen again.”
And he didn’t let it happen.
“I’m leaving!” You yelled, turning around to storm out of your boyfriends office.
You didn’t get far before you felt his gentle grip on your forearm.
“No you’re not.” He protested, “You’re not leaving me.”
“Yes I am!” You stated, “I cannot fucking deal with this anymore! You’re never here with me. You’re never living up to your promises. You’re always coming up with excuses on why you couldn’t make it to the date or just anything that we have planned. I am done with empty promises from you. I want a boyfriend that makes it to the date or is a few minutes late, a boyfriend who keeps his promises. I love you Namjoon, but i am sick of being let down all of the time by you.” You told him honestly.
Namjoon was quiet. His face was neutral, but his eyes betrayed him like they always did. His eyes were tearing up and his right eye was twitching which meant that he was really upset. You began to feel the hand that was holding onto you shake violently.
“No, no, no.” He whispered, voice cracking. His neutral expression broke, now showing his true emotions - heartbreak and fear.
Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around your stomach, pressing his face into you. Loud sobs raked over him, his whole body now beginning to shake. Never in your life would you imagine Kim Namjoon, leader of the number one most feared Korean Mafia leader, on his knees crying.
“Please don’t leave me,” he cried, voice muffled. “I’ll get better, I’ll be better! I’ll cancel everything just for you! But, please, please don’t leave me.” He stated, “I love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me.” He begged, looking up at you with the most heartbroken expression you’ve ever seen.
Nodding, “Okay, I am not leaving.” You promised him. “But keep your promise, Namjoon. Please don’t break this promise, or else I am truly leaving.”
BTS(Hyung Line)|| Mafia!AU|| Their wife is super badass
Request: Oh my god I just found your blog and I absolutely love your writings (ESPECIALLY the mafia stuff 😍🙌🏻) I was wondering if you could write something where they are Mafia bosses and the s/o is their wife They are very protective and not really want their s/o to be around the pent house when they do business... but then something goes wrong while the wife is in the house and it turns out she is super badass (like with a gun or something) and they’re completely taken back but in a good way? :)
A/N: Nawwww *_* Thank youu....This really made my day. I hope I made it like you imagined ^^
Also, I’ll do the Maknae Line soon, it’s just that I’m excited to post again and I need some inspiration for them ^^
Gifs aren’t mine.
Seokjin: Faith has always been his highest priority. Faith decided everything. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Worth it or worthless. And most of his trust belonged to you, along with his heart and his soul. You were his everything and you were his alone. But there was one small problem... He was the head of one of the most infamous Mafias. And he was your husband, who would solve most of his problems with...less legal tools. But he always tried his best to keep it all away from you. To make you the normal part of his life, where he could hide himself once it was too much. And it often was.
His attempt of discredition however, failed.
He never brought work home, or at least you thought so. You were supposed to be on a weekend trip with your sister, but her husband broke his leg and she put her everything into treating him like her child, including scolding him for being this clumsy. Thats why you decided to come back home one day earlier, excited to spent some time with your always-busy husband. But your carefree mood got destroyed as two guns welcomed you in your shared apartment, with two tall men holding them. You froze for a moment before you took action, throwing your luggage into their faces before you sprinted towards the living room and took the gun you hid behind the cushions for situations like this. You pointed it at the right one, while the left one pinted his at you. You heard and felt nothing but the blood rushing through your veins and in your ears. Suddenly the door leading into Jin’s office slammed open and he stormed out, followed by another man. He had to realize the situation for a moment before he rushed to your side, not paying any attention to the now confused henchman at all.
He stood in front of you and put his hands on the front part of the gun while smirking at you.
“Looks like my girl has some hidden talents. Did they really aim at you? Do you want them to pay for it?”
Yoongi: Being with him was complicated. He was complicated. And he knew that. That was one of the main reasons why he loved you like he did. It was complicated, maybe even toxic. But it was love.
The fact that he was the big boss of the Korean mafia should’ve made you feel like the most secure person in the world, but in fact, it didn’t.
A loud ‘Bang’ woke you from your peaceful slumber. Half asleep your hand slid beside you to be welcomed with cold sheets insted of the warm presence of your husband. This wouldn’t have worried you as much, since he usually wakes up early, but the second ‘Bang’ made you realize that someone was aggresively knocking on your front door. And considering who you were and who he was it terrified you. But you also knew that there was no time for a panic attack. You had to do something. You took the gun placed under Yoongis pillow and made your way into the living room, the light tapping of your naked feet got drowned out by the next angry knock. Still no sight of your husband.
You slowly creeped to the door, put your hand on the handle and opened the door when you met the face of a familair looking man who was more than surprised to see you with a gun pointing at him. Before any of you could do or say something, two arms hugged you from behind and a low whisper made your legs go weak:
“Oh Doll, what do you think you’re doing, aiming at my best man? Such a bad girl...”
Hoseok: Being with Hoseok was like riding a rollercoaster. Many up’s and down’s, filled with ecstasy and adrenaline. You were his rock. His little girl, the only thing that kept him from becoming as heartless as he had to be for his job. Little did he knew that you also had your “secrets”.
You were in the kitchen, cutting onions for dinner, while he had some “work” to do. He actually had a meeting with a client in his office, what you disliked, since your home was privat area, but reasoning with Hoseok was one of the worst things you could do. He always had a killing argument, or at least was able to sway you, far too often by kisses and his...other qualities. Thats why you let him do his thing, under the condition that everything including blood, murder or guns wouldn’t be part of the meeting.
You hummed softly while you swayed your hips in the rhythm of the music, when a loud crack startled you. You froze for a moment before you made your way to Hoseoks office. Suddenly, the door opened and a man, probably the client, run out, directly towards you. You, on the other hand, sensed, that something must’ve gon wrong, thats why you catched at his arm and turned him around. The unexpected move made him fall to the ground, and you used this to your advantage, sitting on his back while using the knive you still had to press it to his throat. Not enough to make him bleed, but enough to show him that any move could change that.
You suddenly got interrupted by a low chuckle and looked up to see your beloved husband standing there, observing the scene in front of him.
“I thought no blood and murder, Jagi? Come on kitten, let that pig live. The carpet is far too expensive.”
Namjoon: “Don’t think this makes up how much you fucked up today, Namjoon.”,you hissed while he still attacked your neck with kisses.
“I know babygirl.”, his lips vibrated against your skin as a low chuckle left his throat, ”but I will make it up.” With one last kiss he left you to return to the table, where a bunch of other man sat. And that was the problem. Being the leader of the Mafia, Namjoon rarely spent time with you. This day however, was supposed to be your day, but he somehow managed to forget that he invited his members to discuss whatever. You didn’t even wanted to know. You were furious, to say the least, and if it wouldnt have been members of the mafia, with guns visuably attached to their belts, you would have kicked them out the moment they entered, but here you were, all dolled up for a nice dinner, but insted you poured yourself some of Namjoons Whiskey in a glass and angrily gulped it down.
As the evening went on you disappeared into the bedroom to kill time, but eventually decided, after you tolerated the guests for 5(!) hours, that enough was enough. Still wearing your red, tight dress you made your way in the living room where all of them convened. You were greeted with the smoke of cigarretes and the penetrating scent of alkohol.
As you were about to make your way towards Namjoon, who’s gaze already lingered on you, you had to pass them all. One of them however, just had to had to step over the line. The loud smack his hand made when it came in contact with your ass stopped the time in the room. Everyone, including Joon and you had to realize that this just happened. And you were the first one to do so. You turned around and stared at the man who just gave you a reason to finally let go of it all. Your body now completely faced him and a small smirk left your lips before his head viciously kissed the wooden table. But that wasn’t enough to ease you. With a loud ‘Bang’ he fell from his chair and you took one of the empty beer botles to show this bastard who you were.
Namjoon, however, who was about to kill the man, smirked at the picture in front of him. When one of his man asked why he wouldn’t stop you he chuckled:
BTS Reaction To: You Calming Them Down When They’re Angry
Summary: you help calm down your angry boyfriend who just so happens to be in the mafia.
Warnings: mentions of guns, language, and mention(s) if killing.
Note: I love everything that has to do with the Mafia!Au, so I decided to make one of my own. I also ate spaghetti noodles while doing it so my life is complete
Jin’s usually not the one to get severely angry and lose his temper. He usually takes his temper out on the training mat, allowing the training to help him relieve stress. But, right now is not the situation for that.
“What the fuck do you mean one of our men lost our shipment?” Jin roared, fists slamming down on the table top of his desk.
You frowned at your boyfriend, hating to see him this angry over something. You knew how much this shipment meant to him, but you also knew it wasn’t going to effect them very negatively in any way. But in this case, Jin doesn’t see it or does see it, but is too stressed out to realize that it’s not that important as he makes it seemed to be.
“I-I-I don’t know how, Sir. I gave the dealer the order and he wro-“
“I should probably kill you right here and righ-“
“-Jin.” You cut him off, voice soft and disapproving.
You could see him immediately tense, but relax at the sound of your voice. Walking over to him slowly, grabbing the gun from his grasp and laying it on the table. Cradling his face in your hands, you made sure his focus is on you so the guy could leave from Jin’s wrath.
Jin instantly relaxed in your touch, eyes closing, face nuzzling into your palm. “You do things to me, Jagi.” He mumbled, kissing your wrist.
You only smiled in reply, happy that you got him to calm down.
It only took certain things to piss off your boyfriend. And when those certain things pissed off your boyfriend, you prayed for those who ever did pissed him off, because he has no mercy.
You can hear his booming voice from the kitchen- and his office is three floors up. Frowning, you don’t know what or who pissed him this off, but you need to make sure that you don’t have to clean up blood later - and to make sure your boyfriend doesn’t lose it anymore.
Stalking to his office, you quietly made your way into it, giving an apologetic smile to Namjoon and Hoseok who watching the scene unfold. You noticed a body coward in the middle of the office, shaking violently from fear. You could see that he had to be at least 20, if not 18 or 19 years old. Taking pity on the young boy, you made your way over to Yoongi who hasn’t even noticed your presence yet.
Wrapping your tiny arms around his waist, you could feel him calm down instantly. Wanting to keep his intimidating persona on, he scold you.
“Jagi, what do you want? I’m in the middle of something.” His voice firm, but his body betrayed him by melting into your touch once you started rubbing your palm over his chest.
You ignored him, moving yourself so you could have his line of sight on you. Giving him a gentle smile, you cuddled yourself into him while pressing kisses to his neck. He began to relax even further into you, now drawing his attention away from the fearful boy.
“RM, J-Hope.” Yoongi called out to his two guards.
“Yes, Sir?” They asked i’m simultaneously, making you giggle into his chest at them.
“Take him away to the cells for now.” Yoongi commanded, not taking his eyes off of yours.
“Yes, sir.” They complied, quickly doing as told.
Once you and Yoongi were left alone, he finally fully relaxed in your hold. Picking you up, he sat you on his desk, moving in between your legs. Laying his head on your shoulder, he allowed you to take control over his senses and make him relax.
“The things you do to me, Cheonsa.. the things you do.”
The door to your mansion was thrown opened, causing you to almost jump out of your skin in fear. Going to grab the gun from the lamp table by your couch, you were stopped by Jungkook’s frame coming into your sight.
“Your boyfriends in a bad state, and I’m here to warn you because you shouldn’t go anywhere near him.” He panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
“Why can’t I go anywhere near him? Is he okay? Is he hurt?” You asked, standing up from the couch, going to run to his room only to be stopped by the Maknae.
“He’s not in the right state of mind, Y/N. He could hurt you.” He stressed to you, eyes pleading for you to not go and see your extremely angry boyfriend.
“I don’t care, Kookie. I need to make sure he’s okay, now let me go.” Your tone authorative, holding no room for agrument.
Doing as told, you made your way to your boyfriend. When you made it to outside of his office, you can hear glass breaking and loud strings of curse words. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door loud of enough for Hoseok to hear you.
“Go the fuck away, Jeon.” Hoseok growled out in anger.
“Hobi, it’s Y/N.” You voice was shaky, but calm and soft.
You could hear Hoseok pause in his movements, making you worry your lip into your mouth. The sound of his footsteps made your heart beat fast. Opening the door, you were met with a red faced, blood shot eyes, dress shirt unbuttoned messily, Hoseok.
“Right now isn’t the time, Baby.” He told you, voice low and croaky.
Ignoring him, you pushed your way pass him, grabbing his hand in the process. Not fighting you, he allowed you to drag him to the couch that was pressed up against the front of the window. Making him sit down, you crawled up on to his lap, facing him. Smiling at him lovingly, you began to massage his shoulders and pepper kisses all over his face.
Relaxing at your attention, he sighed deeply in containment.
“I love you, Baby.”
The loud screaming and yells coming from your boyfriends office was causing you a headache and to worry. This has been going on for nearly three hours and all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend and watch a Disney movie.
But that wasn’t going to happen any time soon it seemed like. Your phone binging caught your attention.
Jin: come and calm down your boyfriend before his vocal cords give out.
Replying to him saying that you were on your way, you made your way to your boyfriends office. The yelling increased as you got closer, flinching from the loudness, you opened the door.
“Y/N, leave.” Your boyfriends hard, cold voice had you jumping. Ignoring the nervousness from getting yelled at, you looked for Jin. Once your eyes landed on him, he gave you an encouraging nod to come on in.
Looking at your boyfriend, you could see that he wasn’t pleased from you ignoring him. Giving him a sweet smile, you could see that he wanted to smile back at you, but not doing so so he wouldn’t show weakness in front of the person who caused him to be this angry.
Making your way around his desk, you grabbed his hand and began to rub circles on it with your thumb.
“Joonie,” You cooed quiet enough so he could only hear. “You need to calm down and not hurt your voice from all of the yelling.” You pouted.
“Kitten, you need to leave so you don’t have to witness this.” Namjoon’s voice was husky and croaky from all of the yelling that he has done.
Not answering, you wrapped yourself around him, peppering kisses all over his clothed chest. Your rubbed up and down his back in a comforting manner, having Namjoon become putty in your hands. A deep sigh escaped him, head dropping to your shoulders.
“Jin, take this burden out of here while she has my attention.” Namjoon ordered, wrapping arms around your waist.
BTS Reaction: You Leave After A Fight (Mafia AU)(Hyung Line)
(A/N: Requests are going strong at the moment, and for the fans of my series, Loving Joke, don’t worry, I’ll update soon.)
His face turned up into a scowl. How did these blubbering fools just let you walk out? He was furious, throwing every available object into the walls, watching as the pieces scattered about the floor. “Get her back. Now.” His shoulders were heaving with anger, his men near sprinting out of the room to survey cameras to find where you were.
You noticed a black suburban trailing you a couple blocks back. You had already realized that taking a car would be a terrible move; you noticed that he had put a tracker in your own, and trying to take one of his would be even worse. The car had been inching steadily closer, and you hurried your pace, turning into an alley.
It was a dead end. You hear a door slam and the sound of footsteps from behind you. “And just where do you think you’re going?” Not even an hour after your departure had he found you. You noticed a fire escape to your left. Was it worth the risk?
You wouldn’t find out. He trapped your torso in his arms, his head coming to rest on your neck. “I do hope you enjoyed your little adventure. It surely won’t be happening again.”
He listened to his men try and give an explanation. He didn’t even bother to listen to what they were talking about. Your name suddenly echoed in his ears, followed quickly by the words escaped, we tried, and we don’t know where. He growled, his eyes becoming dark and dangerous.
Your footsteps pounded hard against the pavement. You had to get out, immediately. You knew he was after you, your phone had been ringing consistently for nearly 15 minutes. You turned a corner, ripping the device out of your pocket. You threw it to the ground, it’s screen chattering as it clacked on the ground. You continued running, you knew if you’d stop he’d find you. Hell, he was probably going to find you anyway. You reached the bridge. Thank god. You slowed your pace to a walk, knowing that he couldn’t touch you in a place so visible. And once you got over the bridge you would be home free, the city’s population buzzing with people at all hours of the day. You heard the squeal of tired and froze. Every muscle in your body went rigid, and you started running at a breakneck speed. The black SUV pulled in front of you, the tinted windows only solidifying your fear. He stepped out of the car and made vicious steps towards you.
“Ah, what a fun little game, Jagiya. Get in the car. You aren’t going anywhere without me from now on.”
He screamed. His anger could probably burn the men surrounding him. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide and crazed.
“If she isn’t back by sundown, everyone in this room dies.”
You knew he was already looking. You knew that this wasn’t going to last. Still, you sat at the airport, awaiting the flight’s boarding. Finally. They announced first class boarding to begin. You pulled yourself out of your seat and handed the attendant your ticket. Taking your spot on the plane, you realized that there was going to be someone next to you. Shit. You already knew. He found out that you were going to the States. After everyone finished boarding the plane, it launches off. You breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he didn’t know after all. You sat back in your seat and put in one earbud. The rest of the flight passed peacefully.
Arriving in the U.S. had gone fairly smooth, you had decided against checking a bag. Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled your waist. “You could have just told me you wanted to go on vacation, Y/n.”
He sat in his chair idly, his hands toying with themselves in his lap. His face was scrunched up in concentration, wondering how you ever thought you could get away from him. He knew you weren’t that stupid, and yet he couldn’t come up with a reason. No matter, he thought. She will be back in my arms soon.
He watched you from the window. Of course you would come here. You should have known that if you wanted to get away that you couldn’t be predictable. On a whim you looked to the sky, and he saw as your eyes met his. Your eyes widened comically and he smirked.
“My dear little robin, you didn’t really think that would work, did you?”
A/n: Clearly this is gonna be smut lmao , I’m a dirty minded okay spare meeeee 🥴😂
Now I know it says bts Reaction to an impreg kink But Like — it’s more so your reaction lmao okay I’m over explaining. You’ll see what I mean when you start reading
Skin slapped against skin as Seokjin continued his brutal pace. “Mmmmh fuck Jinnie...” he smirked down at your fucked out expression, eyes fluttering shut as his hand moved up to wrap around your throat. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, so tight as warm.” His cock slid in and out with ease, no condom around it. “So close baby, you like that don’t you? The idea of me coming inside of you?”
You choked out a moan, a strangled yes following it as he buried Himself in you. “You want that don’t you? For me to fill you up with my cum, get your pretty little ass pregnant.” You gasped at his words, his hips moving again as his hand tightened around your neck. The slapping sound getting louder as his thrusts became more sloppy. “Come On Baby, come for me, come all over my cock.” You let out a strangled yell as you came , walls tightening around him with a vice like grip.
“Fuck fuck fuck” he couldn’t seem to stop himself, hips thrusting erratically before stuttering, you gasped as he filled you up, the sensation new and almost addicting. “Fuck, nice and full of my cum, it suits you.” He captured your lips in soft kiss after his filthy words.
A harsh smack sounded through the room and you yelped, Yoongi’s large hand coming down to soothe over the supple skin of your ass. “Come on kitten, be loud for daddy.” You let out a whimper as his hips moved at a steady pace, cock sliding in and out if you with ease. “Tell me how good I feel kitten.” You whimpered again as his hand came around to grope your breast.
“G..good, so good.” You heard a satisfied grunt leave him, “so warm baby, you take me so well, you want me to fill you up huh?” You moaned, nodding as he continued “so risky kitten, so willing to take my cum, you want to get pregnant don’t you?” You felt you cheeks heat, his words sending arousal through your whole frame. “Fuck, yes, please, fill me up...give me...” you gasped as your orgasm snuck up on you. “Come on kitten, come for me.” A strangled moan left you as you buried your face in the pillow below you.
“Tell me how much you want my cum kitten, tell me how much you want me to stuff you full, give you a baby hmm? So everyone knows your mine.” You groaned, head moving to the side to whimper out “fill me Yoongi please...i want everyone to know I’m yours...” his hips stuttered and a groan left his lips, his release spilling into you.
Your thighs quivered, tightening around his waist as his hips pounded into yours. “Fuck Seok...” your head feel back against the pillows, it wasn’t often Hoseok chose missionary , only when he really missed you. “Fuck baby, so good...” he captured your lips in a heated kiss as he angled his hips to hit even deeper. “Feels good doesn’t it? My cock pounding into you baby? Nice and raw...”
You felt your cheeks heat at his words, pleasure coursing through you “Seok...shit...ah...” he trailed kisses along your neck, “You love it don’t you, how I could so easily pump you full baby, how I could so easily get your pregnant. Let everyone know how good I fucked you.” You let out a whimper as he hit even deeper, your hips angled perfectly to welcome him as deep as his own length would allow.
“Beg me baby, tell me how much you want my cum.” You whimpered again, not able to get much out. “Come on baby I know you can do it.” He nipped at your collarbone and you gasped. “Please! Fuck Seok please, I want it so bad.” His hips stuttered unexpectedly, a loud groan leaving his lips as he painted your walls white.
His teeth sunk into the junction between your neck and shoulder — a shaky whimper leaving your lips as you enjoyed the painful pleasure. “Joonie—“ his hips pounded into you at a brutal pace, no condom covering his length. The riskiness if it sending more and more pleasure through your Veins. “Tell me babygirl, how good does it feel?”
You groaned, head buried your head in his neck, you had become too tired to keep riding him like before so now he was thrusting into you from below. “So good joonie, feel so full...” he groaned, hips moving even faster “oh baby don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re really full. Fuck you’d look so good pregnant you know that? Stomach all round and pretty little breasts swollen with milk.” You buried your face further in his neck, his words bringing heat to your cheeks.
“You want that baby?” You moaned loudly, his length reaching even deeper into you. “Yes...please , I want that so bad Joonie please please please” please left your lips as if it was the only word you knew, begging for him to come. You felt his hips stutter underneath you, his length twitching inside of you before he stopped all together, his release spilling into you with a loud moan.