#drug lordyoongi

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 18.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Feelings, Yoongi Opening Up

When you left the compound with Yoongi the sun was still high in the sky.

Now as you drive down the asphalt roads with the top down and the wind caressing your bare shoulders, the sky is a multitude of pastel colors.

The drug lord hasn’t told you where you’re going but the hand that’s intertwined with yours keeps your suspicions at bay.

You find yourself thinking as he switches the headlights on that this just feels so right.

It feels so completely, wonderfully right.

“Why’re your hands so cold? Are you chilly?” Yoongi inquires, tossing his finished cigarette out of the car.

You haven’t even noticed the sudden drop in temperature, you’ve been so focused on your thoughts and the way the colors have been painting the sky.

“I’m okay. I didn’t even notice,” you reply.

The silence between you two carries on for a while, the indie rock music bleeding through the car’s speakers is just enough to keep the mood relaxed.

The roads you’re taking are winding and sharp but your boyfriend hits each curve with accuracy.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re feeling awkward?” the scarred man breathes, slowing down the vehicle.

Tilting your head to him, you watch as the setting sun highlights every gorgeous feature of his handsome face.

It’s almost impossible to stop yourself from sighing dreamily.

His scar which normally is an angry red seems softer somehow as if the pinkish hues of the once cut skin is healing even now.

You feel caught between a second and forever as the car finally stops.

The drug lord turns his head to you, tilting it playfully and it snaps you out of your reverie.

“Feeling awkward?” Yoongi inquires again.

Shaking your head, you smile up at him. “Not awkward. Just comfortable,” you promise, turning to look at the sight before you.

The car has stopped on a cliff high above the city below. It’s breathtaking to see the multitude of lights that dot the skyline as the sun sets.

“Wow,” you gasp, unbuckling your seatbelt and standing up.

“This is my favorite place to come when I need to take a break and think,” your boyfriend breathes, shutting the car off.

Yoongi looks up at you, watching how your face lights up in the soft rays of moonlight. With your arms crossed atop the windshield, you look completely ethereal.

“Jesus,” he mutters, completely floored by your gorgeous silhouette.

When you rest your temple against your knuckles and smile down at him, he takes a sharp breath between his teeth.

There’s this unspoken conversation you both are having. You’re taking each other into your sights for what feels like the first time and both of your bodies are teetering on the edge of exploding.

Yoongi pulls out both of his phones, the prepaid and his regular one, he switches them off without a second thought.

You watch with curious eyes as he exits the car and grabs the throw blanket and the bottle of wine. He wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you up effortlessly out of the car and you can’t help but squeal happily.

He smirks, throwing the blanket down in front of the car and flickering on the headlights.

The high beams highlight the flowery patch in front of you and you feel absolutely speechless. You’ve never had a man do anything like this before.

Well, you’ve never had a man do anything for you before unless you’re counting Jeongguk buying you dinner. But he doesn’t count, not really.

“This is a date,” you find yourself uttering as your boyfriend sets you down on your feet.

The drug lord smiles, sitting down on the blanket and patting the spot beside him.

He leans back against the hood of the car, unbuttoning his dress shirt until the black ink of his tattooed torso is on view.

When you sit down beside him, he slings his arm over your shoulders.

“We’ve been on dates before. I’ve taken you out to lunch and dinner numerous times,” he breathes, drifting his thumb over your exposed arm.

“Not one that hasn’t been interrupted,” you reply, opening the bottle of wine.

He hums in agreement, looking over the lit city below.

“This is really beautiful, Yoongi,” you murmur, setting the bottle down beneath you.

“You’re really beautiful,” he vows, putting his index finger beneath your chin and turning your face to look at him.

You can feel the tips of your ears burning with the early hints of a blush at his sweet words.

“No one knows about this place, it’s my own little haven.” the drug lord announces, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I know now,” you quip, moving closer to him when he pulls you.

“Ah, well you aren’t no one, baby doll,” he murmurs, drifting his lips over your shoulder.

He sounds so free, so relaxed and it makes you vibrate with happiness.

“How so?” you inquire.

Yoongi picks up the bottle of wine, smirking as he brings it to his lips. You watch his Adam’s apple bob while he drinks the aged white liquor and there’s something so magnetic about him in this very moment.

It’s gravitational. Pulling. Grounding.

“You should know by now that you mean much more to me than any woman that has stepped within a ten foot distance of me in all these years,” the scarred man professes.

Your heart stammers and your throat tightens. You’re unashamed when you lay your head down on his broad shoulder, staring down at the city below.

A gentle chilly wind sweeps over the both of you and the goosebumps that begin to grace your skin makes your boyfriend frown.

He peels off his suit jacket, slinging it over your shoulders before you can even protest.

When you open your mouth to refute, he presses his lips softly to yours.

“What makes me so different?” you bleat, coursing your fingers over his smooth, neat dress shirt.

Yoongi sighs happily, pulling you into his lap.

“Everything about you is different. Most women that come to know me only know how to open their legs, they don’t know how to open my heart,” the scarred man begins, wrapping his arms around you. You can feel his hard, sinewy torso pressing tightly, comfortingly to your back. “Every single second I’ve spent with you has had my heart race faster than any drug could allow. Sure, you can be stubborn and challenging at times but who wants a meek woman that sits by idly? You are show stopping and strong, completely brazen. I tried so fucking hard to make you hate me – so fucking hard.”

You mold yourself to your boyfriend’s body, burying your face into his neck. He preens gently, running his hands over your body as you tuck your legs beneath you.

“Why?” you bleat, accepting the bottle of wine as he offers it.

Yoongi pulls out a cigarette, packing the bottom of it to his terse thigh. “I wanted you to hate me so badly so that you would push yourself away from me. I wasn’t ready during those angry moments to understand just how well you would reform me. I just knew that you were a good girl and I was an evil that you didn’t need.”

You lift your head when you hear the pain in his voice. His eyebrows are knit together like he’s reliving his worst sin so you do what you need to and hug him tightly.

“And now?” you breathe, drifting your fingers over the dragons that dance along his scalp.

“Now you’re my good girl. Like it should be,” he replies, placing both of his hands on either side of your face.

The drug lord presses his forehead to yours and the peace between the both of you bleeds into the chilly atmosphere.

“I haven’t wanted something like this so badly in so many years. I want to give you… God, everything and anything you desire. I know I seem cold sometimes but that’s all I’ve ever known. You’ve made something inside me just… melt. I was so afraid of that but… I love it.”

You can’t help the smile that graces your face at his words.

“Against everything in my body telling me to close myself up again, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I want this. I want you.”

The tip of his nose trails over the apple of your cheek and you’re so consumed with the man in front of you that you can hardly think of anything else.

“Well, I’m here,” you breathe, watching him light his cigarette.

“Thank God for that,” he replies, blowing the smoke away from you.

If you’re not careful, you’re gonna fall deeply in love with this man.

But you’ve never been careful and you won’t start now.

“I’m really shocked at how open I’ve been with you so far, it hasn’t felt strained or taxing.” Yoongi bleats, taking another swig of the white wine.

“I like how open you’ve been,” you agree, turning back around to look at the dazzling light show beneath you.

“Me too, I’ve never told anyone about my parents before. It was always just a small little secret, a tiny memory to keep for them. But it felt so good just saying it out loud and it felt even better to tell you.” the scarred man avows, rocking you back and forth.

The smile that’s etched onto your face is really starting to hurt your muscles but every moment of joy is so incredibly worth it.

There’s silence for a bit, a calm and collected silence that seems to stretch far and wide. You’ve taken to staring at the blinking tower lights ahead of you, you watch them strobe and pulse in time with the scarred man’s heartbeat behind you.

“I hope to be everything you want. I want to be that man that you love waking up next to.” Yoongi finally says, pushing your hair over your shoulder to pepper soft, warm kisses to the back of your neck.

“I don’t know how Sedra could have left someone as amazing as you.”

You freeze for a moment, widening your eyes at how lackadaisical your mouth has become during the comforting stretch of silence.

Feeling terrible, you turn to look back at him and he only chuckles at the sorrow on your face.

Picking up his hand, he presses his thumb to your knit eyebrows, relaxing the muscles that are wound tightly together with a smile.

“I was so bitter about it for so many years that it ate away at my soul. But in that empty, utterly barren part of my heart began to bloom something so much more important than anger because of you. We can talk about it, I don’t mind actually. I told you I’m open with you and that’s how it will stay,” he promises, kissing you sweetly.

When you just stare at him, taking in every handsome feature of his god-like face, the drug lord feels a weight lift off his body.

He’s been trying to push you away for so long now that now with his heart opening… he’s never gonna be able to go back to how he was before.

You give him something.

Something profound.

Like… water in the desert or food when you’re gaunt.

You’re saving him, like he’s been drowning for the past ten years.

“You know-,” he sighs softly.

Just the small sound has you sitting up straighter. There’s more emotion in that single sigh than you care to analyze but you tilt your head to him when he clears his throat.

“Something deep inside of me wants to just… speak all of my sins and all of my pain to you,” Yoongi whispers, lacing your hands together.

Giving him a small smile, you press your forehead to his temple. “I may not have been in a relationship before but I do know that that’s okay to do. How can you be with someone, really truly be with them, if you can’t tell them everything? You’re supposed to share everything. That’s why they call significant others – people’s other halves.”

The drug lord closes his eyes, letting your words flow through him like a river.

He finds the will to speak after a moment.

“I was trying to protect you by not telling you details of where I was going or what I was doing the other day… I was afraid that in the future if we did get so close and I did tell you those things then it would solidify how I feel about you… And that scared me for a moment. I was afraid that I was losing myself so fast – like I was gripping onto a rope that was fraying.”

You hum in agreement, kissing the back of his hand.

“But I don’t want to be afraid anymore, Y/N,” he breathes, staring at you with shaking mocha irises. “I want to be a person again. I want to live my life instead of living in darkness.”

He leaves your hand for a moment to grab the wine and you watch as he guzzles it to douse the flames of nervousness through his body.

“Well I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be here when you’re ready to open up.”

Yoongi courses his second knuckles over your cheek, appreciating the way the moon highlights your hair like you’ve been given a halo – a rightful halo fit for an angel.

He is silent for a long time, longer than you’ve ever seen before. The drug lord’s eyes take you in as a whole in front of him for what feels like eons.

He pulls from his cigarette, letting the smoke gently exhale from between his plush lips.

“I was trying to get Sedra pregnant back then, that’s why I was so surprised it was Jae’s kid. She was letting me cum inside her for so long while she was also with him that… I thought it was mine,” the scarred man says.

He’s opening up.

You give him your full attention, wrapping your legs around his waist and steadying your hands on his shoulders.

His rough, warm hand runs over your back as he leans his head back against the car to look up at you.

“I never wanted to think of me and her parting. I was so obsessed with her. She was the only family I wanted and what I thought I needed to be whole… She told me she was pregnant and she allowed me to believe it was mine for twenty four hours before I overheard her telling Jae.”

Your eyebrows knit once more, an angry fury crossing your mind until your veins are thumping out of your temples.

Just hearing his past pain makes your heart palpitate sickly.

Yoongi looks past you to the city and his expression is so lost that it feels like he’ll never come back to reality.

“I knew… God, I knew something was up with them. Just the way she looked at him… she never looked at me that way. She never drifted her fingers over my chest like she did with him. But I just couldn’t let her go… I couldn’t.”

He tosses his cigarette aside, looking up at the starry night sky. When you bury your face in his neck, his eyes flutter shut. A protective arm wraps around your waist and he holds you so close to him that he can barely breathe.

“I overheard her telling Jae about the baby. She snuck out with him at night and I was so cautious even back then that I followed them to the treehouse behind the orphanage.”

You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for anything and everything he’s about to tell you.

“When he told her how happy he was that it was his… When she said that she would only let me cum in her on days where she wasn’t ovulating… I vomited all over myself… She lied to me. She-She used me because she couldn’t get rid of me.”

Swallowing thickly, you wrap your arms around his neck.

The drug lord shakes his head, letting a bitter chuckle flow through the air.

“So I got mad… more mad at myself than anything. I was so fucking pissed that I was such a dumbass kid. So I went out to the bar that night. I had been sober from drugs for about a year but I just wanted to forget everything. I wanted to score something that would just make me obsolete. So I did some PCP and I drank until everything was upside down.”

Your shivers aren’t from the cold, they’re from his words.

Yoongi pulls his suit jacket tighter over your shoulders and he buries his face in your hair, almost as if he’s trying to shield himself from his memories.

“Jae came to the bar to celebrate that Sedra was pregnant. I was strung out and drunk, barely able to lift my fingers but when I saw him… I had this beast inside of me just raring to break out. So I broke a beer bottle and rushed at him with all this rage and all this anger… And Jae was just too fast for my fucked up body. He turned my wrist and made me cut my own face open… There was so m-much blood. I couldn’t even feel it because of how wasted I was.”

You whimper gently, squeezing your eyes shut tighter as tears pool.

“No one knows that it was Jae that did this to me. I didn’t want people to know that he kept one-upping me in every point of my life back then, so I just let that part of the night die along with all of my emotions.”

Pulling back, you cup his face. The scarred man swallows thickly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I'm…I’m telling you this because I really enjoy you around me. I enjoy your company. I enjoy how you make me feel. ‘Cause I haven’t felt… not for an incredibly long time.”

You lean in, pressing your lips softly to the gnarled skin and he completely freezes before you like a statue.

Your voice is shaky but strong, something that makes his heart bleed in an instant. “I don’t care about what happened in your past… I care about your future and if I-I have any say in it… you’ll never be hurt again.”

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, tugging you to look at him.

His eyes are windows to all the deep seated pain he’s held inside for so long.

“It’s gonna be so hard for me to try not to fall in love with you, baby doll.”

“Don’t try… just do.”

His lips are on yours then. Fierce and passionate all at once. His teeth clamp down on your lower lip, tugging and suckling until your hands card through his hair.

He growls against you, a sound that’s so needy and carnal it makes your body want to implode.

Yoongi kisses you until your lips are raw and swollen, his hands trail over your side, kneading and gripping whatever skin he can find.

But when you pull away – the calm between the both of you is deafening.

“I want you… more than I’ve wanted anything in so long,” he breathes, trailing the tip of his nose over your collarbone.

“I’m not going anywhere.” you promise, running your fingers over his inked scalp.

Looking up at you once more, he sighs. “Open my heart up, sweetheart. Tear me to shreds. I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his.

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Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Detective Seokjin, Cunnilingus, Sir Kink, Pet Names, Praise, Edging, Begging, Bratty!Reader, Clit Pinching, Bitch Boy!Jimin

The definition of monogamy has been blurry to Yoongi ever since Sedra left him for dead.

He always found himself changing the description, flipping it from a noun to a not really used adjective to simply pretending like the word didn’t exist at all.

But you, little miss Jeon Y/N has brought the Merriam-Webster definition to life before his very eyes.

You’ve seemed to carve the noun into his chest, into his soul.

“Did you find it?” he drones into the phone, looking up from his desk.

“Finally yeah, I had to go to one of those old sweet shops in a town where there’s only like ten people that live in hanoks,” Taehyung announces.

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head.

“How many did you buy?” the drug lord inquires.

“Their whole inventory. Three full boxes.” Tae replies.

“Good, just bring them with you to the coffee shop tomorrow. Jeongguk is gonna come pick them up.”

Yoongi hears a noise that can only be described as a disgusted scoff.

“Must you? Can’t you send Jimin or Namjoon or literally anyone else? Even a homeless man who’s doing it for a two dollar tip will suffice.”

The drug lord smirks, shaking his head at the younger man’s childishness.

“Just because he’s the youngest doesn’t mean you can bully him like everyone else did to you. You were the youngest not too long ago.” Yoongi chides, winking at Namjoon who stands stiffly against the office door.

The usually silent man only rolls his eyes in return, earning a wide smile from the drug lord.

“Hey, man, I was trying to help him out. Seeing as how he’s too pussy to talk to the girl he actually likes.”

There are so many similarities between you two siblings but the one thing that Jeongguk never picked up from you was boldness.

When you want something, Yoongi knows all too well, you’ll get it.

Kicking his feet up onto his desk, the drug lord chuckles.

“Are you gonna hit that?” Yoongi inquires, fixing his cuff links.

“No! She’s for Guk. He should know that already instead of making me beat him black and blue.”

Yoongi lights a cigarette, watching the smoke rise up to the ceiling. “Well, instead of beating him up, why don’t you support him?”

Taehyung whistles long and low. “Wow, his sister must be pegging you with one fat strap-on to get you talking like that.”

“Yeah, alright. You fucking moron.” the drug lord grumbles, ending the call.

Namjoon chuckles then, the sound drawing your boyfriend’s attention.

“Funny?” Yoongi quips, lifting his mug of coffee.

Joon can only shrug. “It’s nice.”

The drug lord blinks. “What’s nice? Pegging?”

The taller man rolls his eyes. “You. Y/N. It’s nice.”

The scarred man isn’t usually one for blushing cheeks but he can feel his skin heating up at the usually silent man’s brisk words.

Namjoon has been by Yoongi’s side since he arrived at the orphanage. He’s never questioned him, he’s never shown an ounce of loyalty to anyone else and he’s always been a trustworthy friend.

“Better than Sedra.” Namjoon rasps, leaning his head back against the steel door.

Yoongi smirks, ashing his cigarette. “I think a venomous snake is better than that one.”

The laugh Joon gives sounds as if it’s pained but the dimples that etch onto his cheeks tell a different story.

The two men relish in each other’s company for a minute before the office door comes barreling open.

“I just got the dash cam footage back from the crash… you’re gonna wanna see this.” Jin announces.

The drug lord’s eyebrows flicker up and he moves his mug out of the way for the eldest’s laptop to settle down.

Joon slowly closes the door, stepping far enough into the room to be able to see the large screen.

Jin taps the spacebar, nodding to the screen and your boyfriend drifts his fingers slowly over the gnarled skin on his face.

Yoongi flinches when the Escalade comes to a screeching halt but the large truck that ends up smashing into them moments later seems completely intentional.

“I thought to myself after watching it, ‘the truck behind us had more than enough time to step on the brakes or to even shift out of the path’ so I did more digging.” the broad shouldered man states, tapping the spacebar and rewinding the video just a few seconds back.

He points at the screen.

“Vanwyck Pharmaceuticals?” Yoongi murmurs, reading the faded letters on the front hood of the truck.

“Mhm. Vanwyck Pharmaceuticals is a subsidiary under Seoshin Medical.” Jin replies, folding his arms.

“Seoshin Medical? Isn’t that run by Hyunwoo’s parents?” the drug lord inquires.

Namjoon nods stiffly, leaning over the large armchair the boss is sitting in. “Cunts.”

Jin claps his hands, earning the attention of both of the men in the room. “It’s owned by the Hyunwoo’s parents. So I called up some of the reps from the company, trying to figure out what truck would be on that route so late in the day. Turns out – there were no deliveries that day, they were all wiped from the system. So that truck should have been in the lot the whole evening.”

The drug lord sighs loudly, coursing his rough hands over his face.

“And just in case I was wrong, I checked through the footage again.” the oldest states, fastforwarding until one image is completely still on the screen.

While it’s blurry, it’s still clear enough to make out.

Both of the drivers have on sunglasses but the snake tattoos that curl beneath the shell of their ears is incredibly apparent. The green head of the snake tattoo curls up their sideburns and the sight makes Yoongi’s teeth grit.

“It was a hit on us.”

The words creep slowly throughout the air of the office.

The drug lord’s hands form fists and none of the men are surprised when he slams them down onto the desk.

He tilts his head to Joon, the silent man already mentally prepared for whatever the boss asks for.

“I want whichever two of those fucking lowlives who were driving that truck in this forest by tomorrow. I want them dead or alive,” your boyfriend seethes through his teeth.

“Yes, Boss.”

The scarred man stands, buttoning up his suit jacket. “I need a drink.”

You’ve become accustomed to daily life in the forest these days.

You start the day off by making coffee, you usually check your laptop for any work emails or pay any bills for the shop, later on you’ll check out the stock list that is diligently updated by Hanna and you’ll order supplies accordingly before sitting out in the gazebo with Yuqi and drinking wine until Yoongi is done with whatever illegal business he’s been taking care of throughout the day.

But you don’t even get past the second step in your routine when the bedroom door opens.

Yoongi is clearly irritated, dragging his fingertips over the large scar beneath his right eye.

“What’s wrong?” you ask immediately, closing your computer.

He doesn’t reply, closing the door and locking it before walking over to you with a swiftness that makes all your joints lock in place.

He grabs your hips, picking you up effortlessly and your breathing all but ceases to exist.

Hooking his hand around the back of your neck, he pulls you to him roughly.

He molds his lips to yours, the searing kiss making your eyes widen. You can feel the need for comfort practically oozing from him and your arms wrap around his shoulders instantly.

Keeping one hand on your lower back, he shoves up your dress until it’s just barely clinging to your breasts.

You hiss softly, burying your face into his sweet smelling neck and you’re more than ready to give him any distraction he needs.

“Fuck,” he curses loudly, tugging your underwear to the side.

His fingers glide over your lower lips, already feeling the arousal that begins to weep from your core and he groans.

Yoongi drops you down onto the bed, pulling off your dress with rough, unforgiving hands.

His cinnamon irises are burning with a deep, hellbent rage that only softens when you unhook your strapless bra.

He hums sweetly, kneeling down onto the floor and dragging you by the back of your calves until your core is in front of his face.

He licks at his lips slowly, looking over your now naked body.

“What’s wron-”

“Uh. Uh.” he tuts, kissing over your thigh.

You sigh shakily, letting your head loll back to the soft mattress.

“Let me just distract myself with your pretty cunt,” he breathes, splaying open your lower lips with his fingers.

You writhe beneath him, eyelids fluttering shut.

He spits on your cunt, watching as his spittle mixes with your spilled juices and he can’t think of a better way to let this burning anger deep inside of him diminish.

He licks up your folds, watching your back arch prettily in the early morning sun.

Your boyfriend suckles at your clit, keeping you pinned down to the bed with his iron-clad grip.

“Yoongi!” you gasp, fisting at the bedsheets.

Over the past few days since the accident he’s allowed himself to open up to you more and more and just this once, until you really ask for it, he’ll open up in the bedroom.

“You call me Sir when you address me,” he informs you.

You lift your head up, eyes widening down at him.

He wants you to do whatnow?

“You got that, baby doll?” he breathes, kissing up your thigh.

You’re completely dumbfounded by his words. When you open your mouth to respond – nothing comes out.

He lifts his head, raising an eyebrow at your silence.

He gives a heady slap to the meat of your inner thigh, eyes lighting up with hedonistic intentions when your hips rise off the bed.

“I won’t ask you twice,” he seethes through his teeth.

“I heard you,” you choke out, allowing him to pin your hips back down.

“Then what do you call me?”

“S-Sir,” you chirp.

The way your entrance throbs at the simple word when it flows past your lips earns a wicked smirk from the drug lord between your legs.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, letting his tongue lap over your sensitive bud.

You can only moan at the praise, whimpering as he takes his sweet time.

Yoongi doesn’t feel the need to get you off within seconds, he wants to draw this out. If it lasts ten minutes, an hour, five hours – he’ll take what he needs until he’s calm again.

He simply grunts at the sweetness of your arousal on his tongue.

“Goddamn,” he hisses, flicking at your clit until your gasps are shorter and stunted.

When he feels the bud throb beneath his tongue, warning him of your release, he stops.

You cry out at the feeling, shivering as your orgasm ebbs away.

“S-Sir?” you whine, spreading your knees wider.

“I’m just playing with what’s mine, sweetheart.” he breathes, running his fingers over your soaked lips.

“But I was gonna cum,” you whimper.

“I know, baby. But I wasn’t ready for you to cum yet,” Yoongi quips, licking up your folds.

With a sweet whinge, you card your fingers through his hair.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he coos, dragging his wet muscle over your core.

“Fuck me,” you beg, looking down at him.

He smirks then, letting his hands roam over your smooth legs. “No, not yet. Not until you’re begging.”

“I-I am begging,” you blanch, lifting up on your elbows.

He clicks his teeth, lifting the hood of your clit and slowly flicking at it until your arms cave in.

“You’re not begging the way I want you to.” he replies simply.

“How would you like me to do that… Sir?” you gasp, gyrating your hips for more.

“You’ll know when I need you to,” he sighs.

He begins to ravage you once again, suckling and nibbling at your clit until your moans are practically screams.

The drug lord hooks his hands behind your knees, pushing them up until your pussy is spread wide before him.

He groans at the sight, licking at your core until you’re shaking and writhing under his ministrations.

“Finger me!” you gasp, hooking your hands around your legs.

“No,” he replies curtly, reaching up and pinching your nipples.

You whine loudly, undulating your hips.

“Please, Sir!” you beg.

Spitting on your cunt, he pulls away and you sob at the loss.

“Nothing is going in this tight virgin cunt until my cock does,” he coos, drifting the tip of his wet muscle over your entrance.

Your pussy contracts and weeps at the feeling, your chest tightens and your nails dig painfully into your skin.

“So then put your cock in!” you sob, throwing your head back.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he slaps your inner thigh once more. “Don’t take that tone with me, little brat. You’ll get my cock when you’re ready for it.”

“Sorry, Sir,” you murmur, opening your legs wider.

He makes tentative licks to your clit, watching your chest puff up with pleasure. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” you croak, squeezing your eyes shut.

“One more time?” he goads, suckling harshly.

“I’m sorry, Sir! Fuck!” you cry out, threading your hands into his black hair.

“Good girl, baby doll.” he praises.

His anger has completely melted away, only finding the sight before him his biggest concern.

The way your arousal drips down your supple cheeks and how your cheeks are tinged with the color of pleasure is all that seems to matter.

And it’s just so easy for him to lap at your core until you’re back to teetering on the precipice of your relief.

“Oh God! Fuck! Yes! Sir, right there!” you sob.

Your boyfriend can feel how your hands shake and shiver against his scalp. He can feel your nails drifting over his skin and he hums against you.

“You wanna cum?” he teases, rubbing circles to your clit with his thumb.

“Please, Sir!” you whimper.

He kisses up your body, suckling at your nipple until he releases it with a wet pop.

“I bet you do, sweetheart.” he coos, rubbing faster against you until you’re shivering beside him.

He kisses you then, gently slapping your core with the tips of his fingers.

“Oh my God, Sir, please! I’ll be such a good girl, I promise! J-Just please, let me,” you beg, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket.

“You’re already such a good girl,” he murmurs, drifting his lips down your neck.

He pinches your clit sweetly, dragging the hood up and rolling his fingertips over the throbbing bud.

“Christ, your cunt is so fucking wet,” he groans against your skin.

You beg and plead, moaning until your throat is hoarse and dry.

“Cum,” he hisses into your ear, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

You whimper softly, feeling the pressing orgasm that’s kept your limbs stiff and shaking suddenly burst through you like a cosmos of stars forming a new planet.

Your body falls boneless onto the bed and Yoongi darkly chuckles as you squirt onto the sheets below you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me.” he coos, kissing the top of your head repeatedly until you’re coddling to his chest.

He sighs deeply, the sound completely relaxed and free.

The drug lord wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap as he leans back against the headboard of his bed.

His lips drift over your shoulder and his eyes flutter shut at the stillness he feels.

In a way, this all feels brand new to him.

When he was younger, when he was with Sedra, he always had a pressing anxiousness deeply rooted in his heart.

He was unsure of himself, unsure of the people around him. But what could he expect? He was a teenager.

Now, with you here in his arms, he’s so fucking comfortable.

The sounds of your breathing returning to normal is a song unlike many others that he’d put down on the soundtrack of his life.

“Why do you have so many movie posters and models of cars?” you inquire, drifting your hands over his arm.

His eyes open and he stares straight ahead at the wall before him.

He hums thoughtfully.

He’s been open with you so far this week, he’ll keep it going, he surmises.

“When I was really young, I’ve told you this before, I ended up at the orphanage after my parents died in a car crash. I had memory loss for a long time. Even now I can’t properly remember what their faces looked like-”

You press your lips into a thin line, burying your face into his neck.

“- but after a while, I started to remember certain small things. Like my father was a really big car buff, I think. He always used to buy me toy cars and those little attachable car tracks that you could link up to make an arena or something. And my mother, she liked movies. We would watch the same movies over and over again, probably because I asked her but she never seemed to have a problem with it. I think she enjoyed spending time with me.”

You smile against his skin, letting the quick heartbeat of his chest resound through you.

It must not be easy to open up like this. Especially when you’ve been so closed off all these years.

“Who wouldn’t enjoy spending time with you? You’re great,” you breathe, looking up at him.

He chuckles, drifting his nose over your cheekbone. “Why’re you being so sweet? You want me to eat your pretty cunt again?”

“Well, I’d never say no to th-”

A knock at the door pulls your attention away from him.

“What?” he calls, kissing down your arm to move back towards the apex of your thighs.

“We know who they were. We’re going out now.” Jin calls back.

Yoongi freezes, letting his lips linger against your hip.

His eyes flicker to you and you can see this restless beginning to grow within him once more.

“Go,” he booms towards the door.

“Yes, Boss.”

The drug lord stands up, extending his hands to you. “Let’s go for a drive.”

You tilt your head, allowing him to pull you up to your feet. “Where?”

He slowly puts your bra back on, kissing over the back of your shoulder. “Somewhere special to me.”

Your boyfriend helps you slip back on your dress and you can’t help the way your heart stutters when he holds out his hand.

You grab his hand, following after him.

When he gets to the living room, he pulls a bottle of wine from the rack above the bar and he takes the throw blanket off of the couch.

“Going somewhere?” Guk quips from the kitchen doorway, a cookie between his teeth.

“Yeah, just going out for a drive.” you reply, smiling at your younger sibling.

He looks between you and his boss, softening at how happy you look.

“Well… just… be careful.” your brother breathes, smiling when you nod at him.

“Where’s Jimin?” Yoongi inquires, lighting a cigarette and draping the throw blanket over his shoulder.

“Right here, Boss. What do you need?” Jimin asks quickly, peeking his head out of the kitchen.

Yoongi smirks, the action completely changing his face.

“Go change my bedsheets.” he orders, pulling you towards the door.

“What? Me? Why?” Chim whines, throwing his head back.

“Cause you’re the bitch boy until you’ve made up for your mistakes,” your boyfriend quips, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.

“What’s wrong with your sheets?” your brother inquires through his teeth.

You bury your face into the drug lord’s chest as he chuckles.

“They’re a little… soaked,” he chortles, shoving open the front door.

“Yoongi!” you hiss, smacking his chest as your neck heats up with embarrassment.

The scarred man winks down at you, swatting at your backside playfully. “Get going, sweetheart.”

Jimin and Jeongguk stare at the glass door as it swings shut, both of their eyes twitching for vastlydifferent reasons.

“Well, do you…do you wanna help me?” Jimin guffaws.

Your brother shoves the older man with a grimace, shaking his head like it can erase what he’s just witnessed.

“I’m not the bitch boy, you are.” your sibling quips, narrowly missing the playful slap Jimin tries to etch onto his cheek.

Guk folds his arms, watching the headlights of Yoongi’s car pull out of the long, winding driveway.

When he’s completely alone, he sighs heavily. “Please, just keep her safe,” he begs the heavens.

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Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 16.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Bruising, Bodily Pain, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Praise, Cum Swallowing, Nosy Hoseok, Cunnilingus, Begging, Verbal Argument

There’s an exorbitant amount of groaning that graces your ears the second you wake up.

When your eyes shoot open, you can blearily see Yoongi trying to simply get out of bed.

“Let me help you,” you murmur.

The drug lord practically jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice.

“Fuck! You scared me! …I’m sorry I woke you,” he gasps, putting his hand over his heart.

Sitting up, you put your hand on his elbow. He hums gratefully, cringing when he lifts himself off of the bed.

“Come on, big guy.” you breathe, kicking the blankets off of you to take him to the bathroom.

Yoongi slings his arm over your shoulder, letting his head hang forward. His breathing is shallow, sucking gentle puffs of air through his teeth.

In the bright morning light that streams through the large windows of the drug lord’s room, you can see the bruises that have formed on his body overnight.

They’re large purple and black spots that decorate his tattooed body all over. It’s a saddening sight to see.

“Thank you, baby doll,” he breathes, leaning against the door post of the bathroom and closing his eyes.

“Let me turn on the shower for you,” you suggest, helping him sit down on the toilet.

He cards his fingers through his hair, bearing the pain and trying to shove it deep down inside of him.

When he looks over at you, watching how quick you are to help him… his heart… it hurts more than any of his limbs.

“Why’d you… Why’d you sleep in your dress? You should have put on one of my shirts.” the drug lord croaks, seeing the indents on your thighs from your tight dress.

“I was so worried that I passed right out.” you inform him, turning the shower on.

He shakes his head, grasping your hand and pulling you toward him even though it hurts like hell.

He flinches when your hands grasp onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Listen, Y/N-” he breathes, pressing his forehead to the backs of your hands.

“Just take a shower,” you cut him off.

“I got something to say, let me say it.” he pleads, looking up at you.

His face is shades of blue and black with yellow outlining. Just the sight of the bruises maring his handsome face makes you want to weep.

“I need you to know that last night… what I said about thinking of you before that car crashed…” Yoongi whispers, looking up into your eyes, “What I said about how I was scared I wouldn’t make it back to you… I meant that. And it shouldn’t have taken me a near death experience to want to open up to you like this.”

You widen your eyes at how softly he speaks his words.

“You mean more to me than I expected… If I’m thinking of you in near death experiences… Well… you’ve really torn down a huge chunk of that wall like you wanted.”

The tips of your ears burn from his sweet admission and the back of your neck becomes hot in a mere second.

“I don’t want you going anywhere, baby doll. I want to be able to open up to you and let you in… no matter how long it takes.” he breathes, closing his eyes when you run your thumb softly over his bruised cheekbone.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise.

The drug lord runs his hands over the curve of your hips, drifting his eyes over your gorgeous face.

The bathroom seems so still with emotions that are trying to claw their way out of both of your chests.

The hot steam of the shower rolls over the both of you in waves as you stare at each other.

It’s as if you’re frozen – frozen in time, trying not to let the moment pass.

“Fuck,” he curses softly, standing slowly as he grips the marble countertop of the sink.

“Do you want me to leave?” you inquire, opening the glass door for him.

“No, stay, it’s not like you’ll be able to get your rocks off anyway,” he quips, tapping the large black out bar across the glass which would cover his private areas all too well.

It’s practically sinful to enjoy the sight before you as he sheds his briefs.

His backside is taut and firm, his thick thigh muscles flexing and shaking without much effort.

It’s gotten way too hot in this large bathroom but for right now you’re going to blame that on the steam that permeates throughout the room.

You take a seat on the large leather bench beside the shower, allowing your eyes to drift over the top half of the drug lord’s body.

His torso has bruises and scrapes but it could never take away from the perfection before your eyes.

Yoongi hisses when the water begins to patter against his back. His fingers card through his black hair and your mouth practically drops open at how erotic he looks.

“I-I should go…” you announce, feeling your mouth become dry and parched.

His head lolls back, appreciating the hot water that soothes his aching muscles. His hands run over his face and he can’t help the cocky smirk that graces his features.

“You can come in and join me,” he suggests, opening one eye and looking at your frazzled expression.

“I-I…”

You can’t make out words, you don’t even know how to put sentences together anymore.

He chuckles at your demeanor, letting his hands fall from his face. “It’s not often that you’re at a loss for words. No witty comeback? No ’fuck you’? Well I’ll be damned.”

You sneer at his giddy smile.

He’s enjoying this just a little bit too much.

“You know… as my girlfriend, this is all yours. You can take a peek whenever you’d like.” he mumbles, grabbing his body wash.

And that brings an excellent question to mind.

“Am I really your girlfriend though? Or is it still fake?”

The bottle tumbles out of his hands and he blinks at you.

Well, he can’t say he’s too surprised. He never clarified it. He just expected you to know.

“You’re my girlfriend.”

He sounds roughly around twelve years old during his admission. His voice quivers and he has to clear his throat directly after with hopes that he didn’t sound too shocked.

He hasn’t said those words and meant them for… years.

You find yourself nodding.

“Oh… okay.”

When he bends down to grab the body wash, he groans loudly.

The sound is so painful and so sudden that you find yourself standing up in an instant.

“Good Christ Almighty,” he seethes through his teeth, pressing his hands up against the steamy glass divider.

Without a second thought, you strip out of your dress.

His head lifts when he notices the pooling fabric and his eyes slowly work over every inch of your exposed skin.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” he inquires, stepping back when you open up the glass door.

He politely shields his loins with his hands, raising an eyebrow when you bend down to grab the bottle of body wash.

The drug lord’s mind races at a mile a minute, rolling his eyes when his cock jumps at the sight of your skin becoming damp from the shower head.

He’s like a virgin in this moment, trying to will his erotic thoughts away.

But it doesn’t do much good when your white lingerie becomes see-through. Your nipples pebble against the fabric and you’re so consumed with helping him wash that you don’t even register your body being on full display.

“I can do it myself, get out.” he instructs softly.

When you stand back up straight, you take in how his chest and abs glisten deliciously.

You swallow thickly, drifting your gaze over him as he does the same.

His tongue sweeps over his bruised and split lips, keeping his gaze affixed to the swell of your breasts.

His bodily pain is nowhere to be found as he wraps his arms around your naked waist.

You gasp loudly when he pulls you roughly to his chest, the bottle falls to the shower floor with a loud thump and your heart picks up speed in an instant.

His hard cock presses into your hip and you can only whimper at the rigidity of it.

“I need to buy you some waterproof underwear,” he quips, pressing you up against the marble tiles of the shower.

The coolness of the wall floods you with relief as your body grows ever hotter.

His large hand cups your cheek, thumb drifting over your parted lips.

“Your skin is so soft,” he croons, dragging his lips over your jaw.

Your mind is blank, only prayers and pleading echo throughout your skull begging him to keep descending.

“Tell me to stop,” he begs, kissing down the column of your neck.

“N-No,” you choke out, angling your face away for him to have more access to your body.

He groans gently, the noise sending your skin alight with goosebumps.

Running his hands over your soaked skin, his thumbs swipe over your pebbled nipples.

When you gasp gently, seeing stars in your vision, he takes the opportunity to kiss you.

His tongue dominates yours in an instant, showing you even when he’s hurt – he’s still in charge.

Your hands are clumsy compared to his, drifting over his abs until his hard cock is in your palm.

He shudders before you, burying his forehead into the nape of your neck.

It’s been a long time since he’s been touched. A long time since he’s had the comfort of a woman.

Wrapping your hand around his generous length, you adore the gentle groans and moans that echo throughout the shower.

With a growl, he rips your bra away, turning it into useless fabric within seconds.

You pump his cock with a whimper, letting your bottom lip tuck safely between your teeth.

“Fuck, just like that baby doll.” Yoongi hisses, kissing down your chest.

His hands come to cup the supple cheeks of your backside, squeezing roughly when you drag your thumb along the tip of his bulbous head.

“I-I’ve never… I’ve never done this before,” you admit softly, preening when his lips suckle marks to the skin around your areolas.

His tongue flicks softly at your stiff peaked nipple, grabbing your hand on his cock and moving it with his own.

“Feels good,” he purrs, palming the skin of your ass.

It’s a fleeting thought that crosses his mind, but an important one.

Jeongguk has mentioned your virginity in passing but the drug lord just assumed that your brother had this rose-colored image of you.

“Baby doll, are you a virg-” his sentence is cut short with a groan as you grip his cock tighter.

He kisses over your heated skin to show attention to your other nipple and you can only whine needily.

In a moment of boldness, you decide to take charge.

You turn your bodies, pressing the drug lord against the wall and his head leans back with a gentle thump.

Kissing down his chest, you take your time over the bruises and marred skin.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles, carding his fingers through the soaked tendrils of your hair.

Your knees hit the smooth tile beneath your feet and your mind reels at the sight before you.

His cock is long and thick, two toned and throbbing with want. His bulbous head is a needy red and the gentle curve of his cock entices you completely.

Parting your lips, you lick a circle around the head, hoping to not be too clumsy or too uneducated about it.

“Oh my God,” Yoongi seethes, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You take his long length slowly into your mouth, allowing your tongue to glide over the throbbing base.

Yoongi can feel your nerves, he can feel your unsure actions and it’s so erotic to him that he tugs your hair roughly.

“Fuck, baby doll, just like that. Keep going,” he coos, pinching and rolling your nipple with his free hand.

You moan against his cock, preening for more.

The vibrations of your mouth make him rigid, his muscles flex and he can’t control the string of curses that pour from his lips.

You swallow around him, taking him deep within your throat. The taste of his precum is musky and thick.

Your boyfriend praises you sweetly, watching with avid eyes as your legs part with erotic intentions.

You work assiduously on his length, getting sloppier and faster with each passing minute.

“Christ, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he whispers, tugging your hair.

You can only think of pleasing this man before you, showing him how much he’s come to mean to you.

“You wanna swallow?” he inquires, thrusting his hips to meet your mouth.

You whine in agreement, grabbing onto his hips as he begins to fuck your face.

“God, I’ve been dying to know what this pretty mouth could do.” he coos, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

You can feel his cock beginning to throb in the recesses of your throat and your mind is completely enraptured with wanting him to finish.

You cup his balls with one hand, rolling and squeezing them to further his pleasure.

“Oh sweetheart, shit!” he cries out.

He moans long and low, pumping his cock slowly into your mouth as he cums.

He sighs shakily, combing his fingers through your hair sweetly.

When you pull off of him, he angles your face to look up at him.

“Open your mouth,” he insists, tugging your chin down with his thumb and index finger.

You do as told, whimpering as you do so.

“Good girl,” he praises, peeking into your empty mouth.

He runs his hand over your cheek when the door swings open.

“Boss, we heard something fall. You alright?” Hoseok inquires.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, shielding what can be seen of your body through the glass with his own.

“I’m fine. Get out.” he orders, helping you stand back up.

Hoseok widens his eyes at the sight before him, leaving the bathroom with a quickness.

“C'mere,” Yoongi murmurs, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.

You moan into the heated kiss, allowing him to pull you out of the shower.

Your body tingles with satisfaction and your skin feels on fire with need.

The shivers your body racks with when you enter his cool bedroom bring you back to reality.

The drug lord’s gaze holds something powerful and knowing as he lays you down on his large bed.

He doesn’t care that the sheets are soaked, he doesn’t care that his body is throbbing with pain, not when he spreads your legs.

Tearing off your thong, he groans at the sight before him.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he praises, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you in place.

Your breath hitches loudly when he inches his way towards your core.

“Have you ever had your pretty cunt eaten?” he inquires, kissing over your bare pubic bone.

You shake your head softly, lips parting when he suckles on one of your lower lips.

“So you really are a virgin, hmm?” he coos, watching your hips lift off the bed on their own volition.

You would be embarrassed if he wasn’t looking at you like a starving man who’s just entered a five star buffet.

He licks a flat stripe up your sex, adoring how your body becomes boneless atop his mattress.

He’s taken women’s virginities before but he won’t take yours. Not until you ask for it.

He didn’t respect them like he respects you.

And you deserve to be respected. You deserve to be adored.

And he’ll act accordingly.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your swelling clit, adoring the cry of pleasure you emit.

You’re soaking wet, simply leaking with arousal for your boyfriend before you.

He lets your thighs go, running his hands over your stomach until your breasts are being shielded by his hands.

“Y-Yoongi,” you moan softly, bunching your hands into his thick black hair.

He hums against your core, pinching and rolling your nipples until your hips are lifting and gyrating.

“Just like that, baby doll. You’re soaked for me.” Yoongi murmurs, suckling at your clit until your toes are curling.

The way your boyfriend’s eyes stay glued to your pleasured face and the way his eyebrows knit with each stunted moan and each prayer of his name that falls from your lips bring you that much closer to release.

His finger toys with your entrance, groaning at how impossibly tight it feels.

But he doesn’t dare enter it.

He’ll wait until hell freezes over for you to let him in.

“Cum for me, baby doll. Give it to me.” he begs, licking at your clit faster.

It’s a simple thought that possesses his mind.

He will be the first man to take an orgasm from you.

And once he gets that from you, he’s going to never let go.

“Yoongi!” you sob, tugging on his hair harder.

“Mmm,” he moans against your core, egging you on until your thighs are locking and squeezing around his shoulders.

The roar of pleasure is so loud in your ears that your rising sobs of pleasure feel as if they’re whispers.

The drug lord suckles rougher, letting his teeth graze against your throbbing bud. Your back bows off the bed and you find yourself panting like a dog in heat as the bubble within you threatens to explode.

“Good girl, sweetheart. Cum for me.” Yoongi coos.

Your hands quiver and your eyes squeeze shut when he pinches your nipples gently.

It feels as if your orgasm is forcibly being pulled from your loins, it’s building so high that your moans turn into incoherent babbling.

When your boyfriend nibbles gently on your throbbing bud, the bubble explodes.

He holds down your hips as your body shakes through your throes of pleasure. Your ears ring and your loud moans curdle into soft whimpers.

“Fuck, that was beautiful.” the drug lord breathes, kissing up your body until he’s face to face with you.

You give him a tired, shy smile as he presses his forehead to yours.

He sees how you angle your body as if to hide yourself from his sight and he clicks his teeth accordingly. “You don’t ever need to hide from me, you’re a vision to look at.”

Your cheeks burn at his sweet words.

You can’t even begin to understand what just happened.

“Thank you, baby doll. That was amazing,” he whispers, giving you a gentle kiss.

When he stands up, cringing finally at the pain that echoes throughout his limbs, you can only frown.

“I’m gonna go downstairs and get a drink. Do you want a glass of wine?” he inquires, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks,” you mumble, leaning up on your elbows.

He can hear the caution in your voice and it doesn’t sit well with him.

Kneeling one leg on the bed, he plants a chaste kiss against your lips once more.

“Don’t think this makes me see you any differently, you’re still the same gorgeous, stubborn girl I’ve come to like.” he avows, kissing down your neck until you let out a giggle.

“I’ve just never… y'know… been with someone like that.”

He smiles then, a wicked, breathtaking smile. “Well get used to it, this bed is too big just for me.”

He knocks his forehead into yours gently before standing and easing on a pair of briefs.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises.

The drug lord begins to whistle to himself as he descends the staircase.

Even with this bodily pain, there’s still so much more to be happy about.

Yoongi can count on his fingers the amount of times he’s felt just pure, unadulterated bliss in the last couple of years.

You’re special.

You’re perfect.

You’re his.

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he makes eye contact with your brother.

Jeongguk’s jaw is taught, nostrils flaring with unease and Hoseok beside him looks happier than a clam.

Yoongi sighs loudly, brushing past both of the men to grab you a bottle of wine from the wine rack above the bar.

“Did you have fun making my sister damaged goods?” Guk spits, folding his arms.

“Come on Gukkie, Boss didn’t do anything to your sister that she didn’t ask for.” Hoseok chuckles.

This time it’s Yoongi’s job to manhandle the man.

Shoving a chair out of his way, he grabs onto Hoseok’s shirt with both hands. Your boyfriend slams him up against the wall, closing one eye as smoke rises lazily from the cigarette between his lips.

“Don’t talk about my woman like that, you understand me? Whatever you think you saw upstairs better be a figment of your fucking imagination.” Yoongi threatens, pressing his forearm against the man’s throat.

Hoseok holds up his hands, nodding ever so slightly.

“Sorry, Boss,” Seok wheezes, gasping for air when he’s finally released from your boyfriend’s clutches.

Shaking his head, the drug lord pours himself a glass of Scotch.

“And you,” he calls to Jeongguk, “I’d never fucking hurt your sister. So stop being such a little bitch about it. She’s not ’damaged goods.’ She’s not ’ruined’ with me. She’s a good girl and I’d never do anything to hurt her. So man the fuck up. If you wanna complain about it, go complain to your sister who is upstairs in my bed.”

Yoongi grabs a wine glass, staring down your younger sibling. He gives him a moment to move towards the staircase but Jeongguk’s feet are cemented to the floor.

“I’m tired of repeating my-fucking-self. I’m not going to hurt her and I won’t say it again.” Yoongi announces, walking towards the staircase.

“Hyung…” Guk calls when his boss begins to ascend the stairs.

Yoongi turns around, raising an eyebrow at the younger man who seems to make himself smaller under his intense glare.

“I just love her so much, y'know. It’s only ever been us… We’ve always looked out for each other. She’s never had another man to protect her before.” Jeongguk announces, looking down at his bruised hands.

“Nothing is going to happen to her, Guk. I would never allow it.” Yoongi promises, leaning over the banister.

Your brother nods, keeping his eyes affixed to his cut up knuckles.

“Hey,” the drug lord calls to him.

Guk looks up, the expression so lost and so confused.

“I mean it.” Yoongi says, taking off to his bedroom.

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Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 20.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Namjoon Backstory (It’s A Heartbreaker), Yoongi’s Surprise Gift

Your muscles scream and protest with every step you take on this early Sunday morning.

Yoongi hasn’t woken up yet and you take it upon yourself to make him breakfast in bed – although you find yourself giggling when you realize it’s only a flat white and a cigarette.

Your body is slowly getting used to waking up later and later as you spend more days in this forest. Sometimes you wonder what state your apartment must be in now that Taehyung is the only one who resides there.

You only hope he sleeps in Guk’s bed in the guest room rather than yours.

You think of other things too, you have all the time in the world underneath the thick canopies of trees above you. Thinking of things like just how irrelevant is the deal you’ve made with Yoongi now, how willing is he to start this new open life with you and will he be able to keep it up.

Your hands dance effortlessly as you turn on the intricate coffee machines and you’re so absorbed in your task that you don’t hear the back door open.

When you see slow movement out of the corner of your eye, the first thing your body wants to do is freeze but your training with Yoongi over the past three weeks has provided more than you think it has.

Your body moves on its own, dropping the expensive espresso powder and getting into a protective stance. Your chin lifts as if Yoongi is drawing it upwards with his index finger and your hands clench into fists.

“Relax, Bruce Lee.” Yuqi breathes, throwing a towel at your head.

You turn your head to her, your expression immediately turns into a scowl and she giggles freely.

“You scared me,” you gasp, putting your hand over your heart.

“Well at least you’re ready for trouble,” she quips, jumping up onto the island and crossing her legs.

“What’re you doing up so early?” you inquire, packing the tamper with espresso.

“I got into a fight with Joonie,” she grumbles, grabbing the bag of coffee grinds and examining it.

You’re surprised to hear such words. Yuqi and Namjoon are the most lovey-dovey couple you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“What’d you fight about?” you ask timidly, steaming cream.

“You,” she chirps, looking down at her nails.

With wide eyes, you pass her a mug of her favorite morning drink. You start on Yoongi’s flat white with notched eyebrows.

“Wh-What about me? What’d I do wrong?” you bleat, turning to her.

She shakes her head vigorously at your nervous demeanor. “No, don’t worry. It’s nothing that you’ve done. It’s something I brought up that Namjoon told me not to be so nosy. But I don’t know how to mind my own business so I don’t know why he keeps wasting his breath after all these years,” she murmurs, looking down at her wedding band.

“What were you wondering?” you ask, putting together your boyfriend’s drink.

She sets down her coffee and tugs down the front of her shirt to show the tiger tattoo situated above her breast. “I was wondering when you’re gonna get one of these.”

You remember seeing Sedra have a small tattoo that was visible during the last event you went to.

“What does it mean?” you ask, leaning onto the island and staring at the ink that seems like it’s been on her body for years.

“It means that you’re taken for lifeby one of the family. Yours, of course, would be outlined in gold because you’re with the head of the family.”

You do remember seeing some sort of bright outline on Sedra’s but her tattoo looked faded and just the slightest bit clumsy like she’d gotten it years and years ago.

“I see,” you sigh, grabbing Yoongi’s coffee.

“I guess I should go apologize, fighting with Namjoon really sucks. It strains his vocal cords and I feel terrible.” Yuqi announces, setting down her empty mug and tapping the island.

She gives you a kiss on the cheek before she’s out the door with a heavy groan.

Your mind is swimming with thoughts as you climb up the staircase.

There’s so many intricate details to this life that constantly keep you intrigued. In some ways you wish you could just sit Yoongi down for a detailed Q&A but to respect him and his lifestyle, you let him tell you what he deems as important.

Slowly creeping into the bedroom, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend awake. He’s sitting up against the headboard, surrounded by his adorable dogs that shower him with early morning attention.

“Where you been?” he breathes, giving you a smile.

“I was downstairs making you coffee and got caught up talking to Yuqi,” you announce, padding over to him and handing him his coffee.

“Why was she here so early?” he inquires, patting the spot beside him as the dogs jump off the bed at his command.

“She got into a fight with Namjoon,” you tell him, coddling into his side.

He sips his coffee, rolling his eyes. “Why must she strain his voice? What’d they fight about?”

“Us,” you chirp.

Yoongi sighs loudly, lighting a cigarette with an even heavier eye roll than the last.

“Yuqi needs to keep her nose out of things. She’s so fucking nosy. She’s always been nosy, it’s programmed in her DNA or something.” he scoffs, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yuqi said the same thing… that she strained his vocal cords. What happened to him?” you inquire softly, laying your cheek to his muscled chest.

Yoongi lets out a long sigh, one that sounds pained and stuttered. “Just don’t talk about it to anyone, alright? Namjoon doesn’t like to be spoken about, really.”

You give a nod, drifting your fingers over the planes of his abs. The scarred man watches you for a moment, appreciating how freeing this is.

“Before Joon came to the orphanage, he was in a situation quite like mine. He was in the car with his parents when some stupid fuck ran a red light and slammed into his car.”

Your fingers freeze and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“His car kept going and going because his dad’s foot was on the gas pedal when he died. His parents… they didn’t buckle him in properly and when the car was forcibly stopped by the railing of the highway… he flew out of his seat.”

You shake your head at the simple thought, opening your eyes to not see imagined images of the strong, silent man when he was a child.

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, pulling from his cigarette as he stares at the movie posters just ahead of him.

“He flew so fast into the driver’s seat in front of him that it was almost like a Major League Pitcher threw him. He was going at like… seventy miles an hour just to have his throat slam against the driver’s headrest. So his throat began to collapse. All the cartilage in his throat broke. He was basically choking to death on blood and clogged airways.”

Shivering, you squeeze your boyfriend tighter and he acts accordingly. He runs his hand over your back, shaking his head at the mere memory of seeing Joon arrive at the orphanage.

“When the EMTs got to him, they were able to open up his airways again. After surgery they fixed everything in his throat but they couldn’t save his voice box. It’s all scratchy and pained like that because it still hasn’t healed from when he was a kid. It hurts him to talk so he prefers to stay silent.”

“Oh my God,” you whisper, pressing your face into his chest.

He hums in agreement, setting down his mug and cigarette and wrapping his arms around you.

“People used to make fun of him at school. We took care of them for him. No one and I mean no one gets away with making Joon upset. Not on my watch. That’s my brother.”

You can feel your eyes stinging, how fucking terrible.

The both of you are silent for what feels like hours. You find comfort in one another as you let the solemnity of the tale wash over you like cold waves.

“What’d they fight about?” Yoongi inquires, combing his fingers through your hair.

Pulling back, you tap your fingers to the large tiger tattoo on the side of his neck. “When I’m going to get the gold tiger.”

He sighs loudly, laying down on his back and putting his hands beneath his head as he looks up at the ceiling.

“It’s none of Yuqi’s fucking business. She needs to keep her nose out of shit.”

“I noticed that Sedra had one, that night at the ball. And Yuqi has one on her chest.” you announce, sitting up.

He follows your lead, drifting his lips over your shoulder.

“It means that you’d be mine forever. You know that right? Did Yuqi tell you that? Once you get that ink… you’d be my wife in all things even if it isn’t legally bound.”

Swallowing thickly, you nod. “Yuqi told me.”

Yoongi’s forehead presses to the nape of your neck, his arms wrap around you and he’s so comfortable that if you were to get the tattoo right now, in this very moment, he’d be more than content for the rest of his days.

“I think you’re gonna be the only woman I’m gonna need for the rest of my life,” he breathes, letting the tips of his fingers drift down each notch of your spine.

“You think?” you giggle, turning your head.

“It’s too early to get emotional,” he chuckles, closing his eyes.

“Too early to be emotionally constipated as well,” you jeer.

“Touche,” the drug lord murmurs, looking up at the wall in front of him again.

And after a moment, he lets his heart bleed for you. “You’re smart and funny. You’re headstrong and perfectly resilient. You’re everything I need. I’m completely happy to spend the rest of my life with you, completely okay with having you by my side as my woman for the rest of my days.”

You take in a sharp breath, turning and looking him over for any sign of humor.

But you find none.

He’s completely serious.

“Wow,” you breathe, at a loss for words.

“You tell me when you’re ready for the tiger. I’ll let you get it today, tomorrow, a month from now, two years from now. I want you, Y/N. I want you with me,” he states confidently, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I don’t have any tattoos,” you murmur, looking down at your ink free skin.

“The tiger is the only one you’ll need.” he promises, kissing you softly.

It’s difficult for Yoongi to picture his life without you now. He always sees you in every single dream or idea for the future.

You’re becoming this safe haven to him.

You’re a home for him when he’s had none since early childhood.

The drug lord gets pissed at himself when he thinks about how he tried to push you away for so long – how he tried to block you out with some sort of cheap, fabricated wall that in the end did nothing for him.

Staring down at the chocolate bar that he made Taehyung run ragged for, he hopes this shows you just an iota of what you mean to him.

“Sir?” the waiter asks.

“Put this on a plate for dessert please, wrapper and all.” Yoongi instructs, slipping the waiter a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

Striding back over to the private room, he watches you through the cracked door for a moment. You’re constantly smoothing out the skirt of your dress and you look jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

He lets himself just take you in for what feels like days.

You’re just so right for him.

You’re solely his and he knows it so well.

You’re open with him and commanding when you need to be.

You’re his family now.

His foot taps the door and your attention shoots to the room entrance. He curses under his breath, slipping back into the room with a small smile.

“How was it?” he inquires, pointing to your almost empty plate.

“Amazing,” you chirp, resting your chin on your fist.

“Good,” he coos, planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Should we order dessert?” you ask, looking up at him as he rounds the beautifully intricate table.

“I got something coming,” he promises, unbuttoning his suit jacket and sitting down across from you.

“Is it a surprise? You love dessert and you love to tell me what we’re eating more so.” you quip, picking up your flute of champagne.

“This is…This is special,” he whispers, drifting his fingers over the pristine table cloth.

His hands are fidgeting and you can practically feel him trying to stop himself from touching his scar. He hasn’t touched the gnarled skin for weeks.

Which makes you painfully curious.

When he picks up his glass of champagne, you watch him guzzle it like he’s dying of thirst.

“Are you… proposing to me?”

He chokes on his alcohol, grabbing his linen napkin and pressing it to his lips with wide eyes.

“Jesus Christ, baby doll. You sure know how to pick your moments.” he gasps, dabbing at his damp black tie.

“Sorry,” you chirp, hiding your giggle with the palm of your hand.

“Do you want me to propose?”

“Do you want to propose?”

You both laugh when you speak at the same time and you laugh louder when you respond with the same exact word at the same time.

“Yes.”

The simple word hangs in the air for quite a long time. You can only stare at one another, as if you’re sketching one another out in your minds.

The dining room doors are pushed open slowly and you smile at the waiter who holds a pretty glass plate in hand.

The glass is put down in front of you and you’re stunned into silence.

You stare down at the chocolate bar, mind reeling with how long it’s been since you’ve actually seen one.

“Lynwicks,” you breathe, looking down at the gold and blue wrapping.

Your eyes sting with fresh tears and you have to tear your gaze away for a moment to try and collect yourself.

“How did you… Oh my God,” you gasp.

Yoongi watches you with a fist tucked beneath his chin, he watches every emotion he can think of flit over your expression before gratefulness is the profound emotion your face tells.

Your hand slides over your heart and you can barely hold back the sob that threatens to rip from your throat.

“Jeongguk told me you really liked these. So I had Taehyung search all over the country until he found some.”

Your laugh is broken, a lump situating itself in your throat while a few stray tears careen over your cheekbones.

Gliding your fingers over the raised letters of the foil, you lean back in your chair.

“I don’t wanna eat it,” you croak, grabbing your champagne and wiping childishly at your tears with the back of your hand.

The drug lord gives a small smile, running his hands over his tattooed scalp. “We have more at the house, you can eat this comfortably.”

You don’t have any words to express just how profoundly he’s stunned you.

He stands up and although he’s a blurry figure, you still watch him with rapt fascination.

He crouches down beside you, tilting your chin upward.

“This bar… it means… it’s not just a chocolate bar,” you sob, putting your hands to his chest.

He chuckles, gliding his thumbs over your wet cheeks. “I see that.”

You smile, sniffling just enough that Yoongi’s heart clenches.

With shaky hands you open up the bar, trying your hardest not to rip the foil or make any creases.

The large L’s on each pre-cut square make you almost dizzy with memory and the crisp snap the tempered chocolate makes has you almost in tears all over again.

With a shaky hand, you bring the chocolate to your lips.

There’s an explosion of flavor in your mouth as it touches your tongue. It’s never a taste that you really enjoyed but it’s a taste that holds so much memory that it feels like heaven.

“How is it?” your boyfriend inquires, combing some hair back behind your ear.

“Tastes like shit. I love it,” you laugh, putting your hand over your mouth.

He laughs loudly, raising an eyebrow at the chocolate in your hand when you offer it to him.

You wash the taste down with champagne, giving a small smile to Yoongi as he takes the chocolate into his mouth. His teeth nibble playfully at the pad of your thumb and he grimaces at the taste at once.

“It’s the most amazing shitty chocolate of all time,” you breathe, pulling him into a hug.

“Why’s it so special, sweetheart?” he coos, drifting his hand over your back.

“My mom, she would get this for me on important days. We didn’t have much money and we barely ever ate dessert. But she would buy me this bar on days when it was important. My kindergarten graduation. My first time at the zoo. My first A in middle school. When she told me she was getting remarried. Even though it tastes so bad, it tastes… amazing. Does that make sense?”

Yoongi pulls back, putting his large, warm hands on either side of your face. “Yeah. It does.” he promises.

“I wanna be your Lynwicks bar,” you whisper softly.

He can hear his heartbeat in his ears when your words creep through the air.

His thumb drifts over your lower lip and his eyes are intense as they stare into yours.

“Youaremy Lynwicks bar.”

Leaning forward, you press your forehead to his.

No one has ever done something like this for you before. No one has ever made you feel this sort of dizzy elation that makes your bones feel like powder every time you look at them. It’s so intense, it’s almost blinding.

You press your lips to his, enjoying the hum of satisfaction that rumbles from his throat.

“I want the tiger,” you avow, against him.

He takes in a sharp breath, pulling back just enough to search your eyes thoroughly.

“You’re sure?” he inquires, cupping your face.

“Yes. I want it.” you state plainly.

“Then you’ll have it,” he promises, kissing you sweetly enough that you feel weightless in the private dining room.

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Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 19.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Fluff, Jeongguk Being A Good Idiot

You stayed out with Yoongi just talking and holding each other for so long that you lost track of time.

You hadn’t even remembered falling asleep on him high above the city lights but you’re woken up by shouting.

“Where have you been?!” Jeongguk booms.

You feel weightless and you can feel the fine fabric of your boyfriend’s suit against your cheek.

“Is she alright!?” your brother asks shakily.

When you stir in the drug lord’s arms, he coos softly. “We’re home, sweetheart, keep sleeping.”

“You’ve been gone for hours and you haven’t answered any calls!” Guk yells.

“Simmer down,” Yoongi seethes through his teeth.

Turning your face to look at your brother you can see the sheer amount of worry in his expression.

“I’m okay, we were just on a date.” you promise groggily.

He seems to relax visibly at the sound of your voice but his eyes are still narrowed with a steel-like glaze over them.

“I called and called and calledand neither one of you picked up,” he scoffs, folding his arms.

“You’re not my mother, I can take my girlfriend on a date without having to notify you.” Yoongi breathes, walking towards the staircase.

“Put me down,” you tell your boyfriend.

He rolls his eyes, setting you gently on the ground. “My bedroom,” he tells you, planting a chaste kiss to your hairline.

You give him a nod before turning to your brother.

“I was worried about you, noona!” he hisses, planting his hand on either of your shoulders. “You shouldn’t be out there when we have… things going on in the forest.”

“You mean the two men that were taken here?”

Yoongi did his best to explain to you what was going on, he told you just enough to keep you informed but not enough that could implicate you in any way. You appreciated it. He didn’t have to tell you anything but just knowing that he trusts you enough and cares about you enough to involve you to some degree makes you feel special.

“H-He told you?” your little brother stutters, pulling away from you like you’ve burned him.

“Well yeah, I mean while we were out we got closer and we talked and it was… amazing.” you breathe, smoothing out your dress.

Jeongguk grimaces, shaking his head at the thought. “Chill out. I don’t want to hear about your late night hanky panky sessions.”

“We haven't… done that yet, so…”

“Ew! Stop! I don’t want to hear about anything you and my boss do! It’s gross! It’s so wrong there should be laws against this kinda thing!”

You find yourself smirking as he sticks his fingers in his ears childishly.

You pat his chest with a laugh, walking over to the bar to pour Yoongi a glass of bourbon.

“I just… I just want you to be careful. This life is not what I want for you. You worked hard to move away from where we grew up and I don’t want you getting hurt by the same type of people,” Guk whispers, looking up at the staircase to make sure his boss isn’t around.

The cap to the decanter gives a loud squeak as you jam it back into the crystal bottle and you turn to your brother with a small smile.

“I know, Gukkie. I do. But you’re "the same type of people” now too. Yoongi wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I know it to be a fact. I really, really like him and he likes me too.“

Your brother sighs, looking up at the brass chandelier above him. "I’ve just known Yoongi for a while now and while I’ve never seen him with a woman… I don’t know if he would ever treat you like you should be treated. You’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t want you to be consumed with the idea that Yoongi is your end all be a-”

Jeongguk is speaking to you like you’re a child and the notion makes you fucking angry.

Turning on your heel, you narrow your eyes at him. Your manicured finger jabs into his chest and he takes a step back at your widening eyes.

“Jeon Jeongguk, you haven’t been in a relationship either. You lost your virginity at fourteen years old to a prostitute that charged you five dollars and a strawberry Melona bar because you were cute. You don’t get to have a say in what I do! Besides! I’m older than you!”

Guk swallows thickly, running his hand over the clan neck tattoo of the tiger on his neck awkwardly. “Lili wasn’t a prosititute back then… she was a seventeen year old girl that wanted to get into prostitution.”

You roll your eyes, pulling the glass of liquor to your chest.

“I’m old enough to decide what’s best for me. I’m an adult. And little brother, I love you but you gotta let me live my own life. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve never had feelings like this before. Please let me explore them and learn on my own.”

Guk takes the glass of bourbon from your hands and places it on the bar. Without another word he pulls you into his arms. He smells of musk from the forest and the slightest hit on the minty aftershave that his dad gave him.

“You mean everything to me, noona. I just want so much better for you,” he murmurs.

“You don’t know if Yoongi isn’t the best thing for me… he might turn out to be your brother-in-law,” you quip, retaking the glass into your hands.

Your brother cringes at your words, pulling away from you with a quickness. “Don’t fucking speak my nightmares into existence, please.”

You know that you mean so much to the younger man. You know how much he adores his sister. But sooner or later he’s going to have to learn how to separate himself from you.

He needs to learn how to live his own life.

“Goodnight, Gukkie,” you chirp, planting a kiss on his cheek and drifting by him.

He grunts nonchalantly, watching you ascend the stairs with a care. Shaking his head, he grabs the decanter of bourbon before heading to the backdoor.

Stepping into Yoongi’s bedroom, you’re surprised the only light in the room is from the bathroom.

You can hear water sloshing from the adjacent room and you’re surprised the scarred man isn’t in bed yet.

Peeling off your dress, you take off towards the lit room.

Leaning against the door frame, you take in the drug lord as the water within his solid marble tub rolls over his God-like body. His muscles are sinewy and taut, the water adding a delicious sheen over his tanned torso.

Turning his head to you with a cigarette clamped between his teeth, he smiles. “Hey gorgeous, fancy seeing you here.”

You hold up the glass of bourbon and he chuckles softly. “Brought you dinner.”

“Come in the bath, get the chill of the night out of your bones… and your brother’s annoying dad complex.”

You snort softly and hand him the glass of liquor. He watches you over the lip of his cup, slowly letting his eyes traipse over your body.

The drug lord sits in silence, appreciating every inch of skin that is revealed before his eyes.

When you’re completely bare before him, he taps his chest wanting your skin solely on his.

The water is the perfect temperature, pleasantly warm enough to suck out any chill your bones might have captured in the marrow.

He sets down his drink to the floor, burns out his cigarette and wraps his arms around you without a second thought.

“I thought you’d be exhausted,” you whisper, pressing your face to his ink riddled chest.

“I’m never tired around you,” he breathes, running his hand over the back of your head.

“Why do you know all the right things to say?” you murmur.

Yoongi laughs, running the tip of his tongue over his lips. “Are you ready for the answer?”

“Is it cringy?” you inquire with a small smile.

“Yeah, of fucking course it is.”

With a laugh, you lift your head.

His eyes are alight with humor and you find it so difficult to not let your heart thump out of his chest.

“Go on,” you allow with a giggle.

“I know how to say all the right things because,” he breathes, threading his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer until his lips are lightly touching yours, “you make me the right person for you – and you deserve to have the most romantic, cringy… sickeningly sweet words spoken to you.”

“That’s pretty good,” you chuckle, puckering your lips until they connect fully with his.

There’s a sharp scream that makes you jump but your boyfriend looks completely relaxed. He turns his attention to the prepaid phone and when it doesn’t light up with an incoming call, he leans back against the marble tub unbothered.

“S-Should you go check that out?” you chirp, looking up at him.

He waves his hand nonchalantly, picking up his glass of bourbon. “Nah. Namjoon’s got it. The guy is probably crying over a finger or something.”

Swallowing thickly, you suddenly remember what your boyfriend does for a living. He’s so good at taking himself and you out of that atmosphere.

“Namjoon hurt his finger?” you squeak.

Your boyfriend coasts his hand over your arm comfortingly. “No, he probably took it off.”

Your shiver is visible and he immediately coddles you to his body. He shuts his eyes, shaking his head at how completely insensitive he’s just been.

“I’m sorry. I…I don’t explain what I do to people that don’t do what I do normally.” he murmurs.

It shakes you to the core but then you think about Yuqi. She’s so strong and so powerful in her position. You want to be like that, you want to be a rock for this scarred man.

He’s opening up, he’s trusting you and you need to be understanding because he’s putting faith in you – he’s putting stock into this. So you must as well.

“That’s okay, I’ll have to get used to it is all,” you reassure him, running your fingers over his tan skin.

Capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, he leans in. He’s so close to kissing you when another loud scream pierces the air.

Rolling his eyes, he turns on music from the LED panel beside the tub.

“Why is he being tortured?” you find yourself asking as Yoongi begins to lather your body with the finely carved soap.

The scent of lavender and vanilla breeches your senses and you have the hardest time trying to keep the pleasant sigh that threatens to leave your lips to yourself.

“Those two men in the forest tried to kill us that night the van flipped, we’re just asking them why… forcibly.” he explains, drifting the soap over your shoulders.

The music does a good job of keeping the screeching at bay and you find your eyes shutting at the peace.

“I don’t actually like classical music,” Yoongi clarifies, drifting the soap over your breasts.

It’s such an intimate moment. It’s not erotic or passionate but more tender and calm.

The drug lord never takes his eyes off your body, getting familiar with each freckle and beauty mark that graces your skin.

He finds himself thinking that he could stay here and memorize your body for years and that’d be just fine with him.

“Oh?” you inquire, opening your eyes.

The intensity in his irises grounds you, it pulls you closer to him like he’s tethered you to a rope.

“The orphanage used to make me listen to classical music to calm me. It’s not that I like it – it’s that I’ve been trained to think clearly when hearing it.” Yoongi admits, letting the soap drift down to your core.

He taps your knee, ordering your legs to be spread and you do it without hesitation.

He cleans you thoroughly, keeping his eyes glued to your face. You don’t writhe or wriggle under his ministrations – you just let yourself be.

Yoongi lets himself imagine what this partnership could be like years down the line. He lets his mind wander to future days where you’re his wife and confidant, you’re the only woman he needs and wants for the rest of his days.

He lets that thought marinate with each swipe of soap against your soft skin.

A smirk spreads over his lips as you lay your head on his chest.

Yeah. He could probably get used to that idea.

The incredibly intimate act comes to a close when he drains the tub. He adores the way your eyes slowly blink and when the distant screaming finally stops, he turns off the music.

“Let’s go to bed,” he breathes, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

Jeongguk is so not thrilled to go run this errand for his boss.

He’s even more angry when he steps back into the coffee shop he swore he’d never enter again.

He dressed up to the nines today, with a pristine white suit and black dress shirt. His long black hair is tied up in a bun and his earrings are long and dangling by his sharp jaw.

Removing his sunglasses, he allows Taehyung to catch a glimpse of him first and the jealousy in the older man’s face practically makes your brother giddy.

“Morning, idiot,” Taehyung breathes.

Guk hates himself for it but he lets his eyes wander the shop and his heart practically stops when he sees her.

Her hair is in a messy braid with small pieces of hair falling into her eyes and her cheeks are rosy from the sheer amount of coffee she’s had to make this morning.

He sighs almost too loudly before turning his attention back to the older man. “You got a delivery for me?”

Just the sound of his voice has Hanna turning on her heel. She’s completely floored by his handsome appearance and she drops the coffee cup in hand to the floor in shock.

Guk looks over at her, watching how she fumbles for napkins and he swallows thickly.

Walking over towards her, he unbuttons his suit jacket. He grabs a wad of napkins, bending down beside her.

“Hey, Hanna bear.” he murmurs, tossing the soaked napkins in the trash.

“H-Hey, Gukkie.” she chirps.

“The package is in the store room, I’m swamped with customers right now. Hanna, can you show Guk the boxes in storage?” Taehyung calls to them, passing a latte over the counter with a smile.

Your brother shakes his head in an instant.

“N-No! She’s probably busy! I’ll find them myse-”

“Yeah, I’ll show him,” she replies, standing up tall and pulling Jeongguk along with her.

He grits his teeth, allowing himself to relish her hand wrapped around his wrist for at least five seconds before he’s ripping his arm away from her grip.

She sighs softly, tugging him inside of the store room and locking the door behind them.

When Jeongguk goes to protest, she pulls the key from the door and slides it into her bra with narrowed eyes.

“Hanna… what’re you doin’?” Guk asks exasperatedly.

“We need to talk,” she breathes, finding her nerve after a moment of silence.

He leans against the stockroom shelf, one foot sliding in front of the other with a raised eyebrow.

“I said everything I had to say the day I left… although it was a little… harsh, I have nothing left to s-”

“I have something to say!” she grinds out, crossing her arms.

Jeongguk takes her in, watching how the ugly fluorescent lights seem to somehow highlight all the best parts of the girl he’s had a crush on since what feels like the dawn of time.

Her hair is slowly unraveling from her loose braid and however disheveled it may be… she looks like she’s stepped out of a poster.

He’s stunned into silence. Which is rare for Jeons, especially you.

“I know everything that you feel the need to tell m-”

“No! You don’t! God, you’re so infuriating!” Hanna explodes, gritting her teeth.

Your brother blinks once. Twice. Three times.

Hanna has never raised her voice in all the time that he’s known her.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve tried to talk to you a few times now but you just don’t want to hear it! It’s so childish! Why can’t you just listen to what I have to say?!” she screeches.

Now your brother is even angrier that he has to be here. He has to listen to this?! Is she insane?!

“I know what you’re going to say, Hanna! I don’t want to hear any fake ass apologies about how you fell for my friend! I don’t wanna hear how you spread your le-”

Hanna crosses the distance between them before standing on the tips of her toes. She presses her lips to his effectively cutting off whatever nasty sentence he was about to finish.

Stunned by the sudden move, your brother just stands frozen in place. His eyes are wide and he’s still shocked but his lips move in unison with hers. She tastes of wild berries and green tea lattes.

But suddenly as reality hits him again, he grabs her shoulders and pushes her back.

“What’re you doing?!” he hisses, pressing his fingers to his lips that still tingle from her touch.

“I’m not with Taehyung, I don’t want to be with Taehyung. I want to be with you!” she gasps, looking up at him with the doe eyes that make him break into a million little puzzle pieces.

He stutters and bumbles over syllables as his head tries to process the words she’s just spoken

“No…No way! You and hyung… you were laughing and playing around with each other… you-you were flirting! I saw you!” he chokes out.

“I was making you jealous, you fucking idiot!” Taehyung calls through the door, slamming his fist against the metal for good measure.

Your brother’s cheeks burn cherry red and he can only shake his head at his stupidity.

“I really, really like you Jeongguk…” Hanna breathes, looking down at her shoes.

He doesn’t know what to do. He’s never been in this situation before so he lets his heart do as it seems fit.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pushes her back against the farthest wall. He kisses her with fervor, allowing his hands to bunch up the black tendrils of her braid.

“Your delivery!” Hanna squeaks as his lips trail down her neck.

“I’m locked in… I can’t go anywhere,” he grumbles against her skin, pulling her back to kiss him.

You fall to the carpeted floor with a heady thump, giggling loudly when Holly climbs over you. He licks at your sweaty cheek, giving sloppy kisses to your exhausted body.

“That’s it? You think you’re done already?” your boyfriend inquires teasingly, crouching down beside you.

He holds out a cold water bottle, shaking it playfully above your head and you don’t think twice as you yank it away from him

“I do-don’t see the point of it all,” you croak, cracking open the bottle and guzzling the water.

“Watch it. Don’t make yourself vomit,” he chides you, planting a kiss to the crown of your head, “When you signed the contract you agreed to getting fighting training. You might need the knowledge at more events. It’s good to know.”

You whine loudly, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

“I thought the contract would be obsolete now that I suck your dick every night,” you groan.

He chuckles then, the pretty noise accompanied with the gummy smile that makes you feel like you’re having a stage five heart attack.

“It is obsolete. But you still need training even more so now that you’re my actual girlfriend,” he teases, booping your nose.

When your eyes spring open, you allow them to drift over his gorgeous sweat soaked skin.

Every ridge and hard muscle seems to bulge with new intentions after your hearty work out.

The drug lord doesn’t miss your wandering gaze and he snorts softly at your dilating pupils.

“How about… you train for thirty more minutes and if you do then I’ll eat your pretty cunt in the shower, hmm?” he coos, holding his hands out to you.

He stands tall and you can see just the slightest outline in his shorts of his hardening cock.

“Fine!” you reply with a smile, grabbing his hands and standing up with his help.

As if he’d have to coerce you with anything else.

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