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paradlselost · 3 days ago

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ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ CINNAMON GIRL ۪ ֹ ᮫

DOCTOR PHOSPHORUS x FEMALE READER

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ this is part two of ULTRAVIOLENCE and should be read as such ! also i love lana for him , it’s perfect . i just watched the new episode and you can tell near the end lol . i tried to explore a bit more of his needing of love as well as the readers ! also i had to get creative with the smut due to him not having a dick so sorry </3

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ monster ! reader , religious / catholic trauma trauma and guilt . depictions of body horror and violence . blood and burning , mentions of cannibalism , imposter syndrome and disassociation . non graphic depictions of death and injuries . smut : pining , pet names ( puppy + princess ) , sub - ish phosphorus , clothed rubbing and fingering ( ? m receiving ) , male moans ( yay ! )

3 . 2 k words ++ not beta read

A hero.

It was a strange feeling, being praised the way you were. It wasn’t like anyone outside the bubble of the castle cared, but those inside hailed you and the other creatures as saints. Perhaps it would feel a lot nicer had the others been able to look at you with something more than hesitancy.

“Good work.” The Bride had said, Flag following with a similar sentiment, but you could tell how empty the words were behind gazes that wouldn’t meet yours. Even among animals like Weasel and robotic parts strewn around the grounds like GI, despite the Bride’s nature and Nina’s gills you are nothing more than a monster.

God, and Phosphorus. Things had been little short of awkward with him since the night you had shared. Despite his request that you not talk about it to avoid situations like silently standing beside each other in a lineup and trying to forget about his handprint being burned into your thigh, they still happened. You cannot blame him, though, for the way he avoids you as much as he possibly can.

Flag had wanted monsters for this mission, but it seemed you were too much. It isn’t like you can remember; practically pleading with Nina to tell you what had happened had left you with the bare minimum, but it was something. The gunshots had no doubt set you off and witnessing GI being torn apart hadn’t helped. In your absence had been a monster, eyes glazed over and rolled back into your skull as downright demonic claws and wings sprouted from your flesh, body contorted to allow the growing of the appendages. Bullets fired at you had been expelled from your skin like they were being spat out and the wounds simply grew back as if nothing had happened.

“They had to pull you off a body…” She informed you as gently as she could, though an air of fear surrounded her, as if her words would set you off again. They might, day by day it felt like you were losing yourself to this monster. More and more of you disappearing, you didn’t know what would make you volatile anymore. “Well, Phosphorus was the one to volunteer.”

Her words did little to ease the guilt that bubbled in your chest. The thought was nice, that he had been the one to take initiative and guide you back to your normal state; though part of you couldn’t help but assume that was because he didn’t want anyone else to observe the branding he had given you and connect the dots of your night together. You can’t blame him for anything it seems, not how he avoids you and not how he tries to cover up the things you’ve done together. You’re unworthy of love, aren’t you? That’s what they had said when you were just a girl.

Bruised knees and bleeding palms, the sharp end of the rosary’s cross digging into your palms and making indents as if to replicate that of Christ himself. You’re little more than the thieves that hung beside him on that day, representative of the one who laughed in his face and was hence discarded from the kingdom of God, never to see the pearly gates or beautiful lights. Judgement day would not be kind on you, you had heard the nuns and priest whisper from behind the monastery walls. What had you done to be cursed in such a way? Was simply being born enough to cast you from God’s light? It’s not like you had chosen that.

You’re quiet, far too much so for the others to consider it normal, but no one says a thing. Perhaps they’re too worried about setting you off, maybe they want to distance themselves. It seemed everyone grew a little closer from this mission, but you are just as alone as ever. The plane ride back is bumpy, Weasel curled up into a ball beside you. He was the only one who didn’t seem to care what you were or who you could become. Somethings never change, like the way you card your fingers through the coarse fur that coats his body.

You can feel his gaze on you, the radiation that pools from his body is difficult to shut out. Daring to lift your eyes to meet his, you don’t miss the way he quickly adverts his gaze as if he was ashamed of having been caught. God, you hated this. You could deal with the others avoiding you, you hadn’t expected them to try and be your friend after this regardless, but him? Could you forget how sweet he had been to take care of you after you had slipped? No, you don’t think so. Besides, those pretty whines and mewls that had spilled from his mouth still weighed heavy in your mind.

Arms crossed as the plane landed, back in handcuffs and escorted to the cell you had spent so long in. Your taste of freedom was over, done with. It was back to the slop they had the gall to call food and the endless sound of waves that now pissed you off more than it soothed you. Things seemed to be getting on your nerves more frequently, since he had brushed you aside and told you it would be better like this.

It doesn’t feel better. How can he be right about your situation when his hand burning into your flesh had felt so good? You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you sit on the thin mattress in the cell assigned to you. The lights had gone out for the night long ago, the freedom you had once felt in the large room of the Castle was now gone. Back to the same old routine, back to being captive. Back to the power dampener around your neck.

You want to lay down, to close your eyes and at least try to get some rest, but the same looping sound of crashing waves and the soft green glow from far down the hall only served to stress you out. How could he brush you aside like that, had it truly meant nothing to him? You were well aware of his tendencies, the psychopathic nature of him, but that night had felt; well, like something. Like he cared despite his apathy.

Maybe you were thinking too deeply into this, maybe it was nothing more than a simple fling to him. Maybe your touch starved mind had crafted this narrative that he truly loved you and was just hiding it. It had been far too long since anyone but your own hand managed to touch you like that, to slip past the layers of monstrous intent and simply find you. Even if it wasn’t real, if he truly didn’t care, at the very least you would have that to remember. And for now thats okay.

For now.

Because the next morning you are forced to see him, forced to have all the feelings from the last few days pile up in your gut and make the stupidly large power dampener you wore feel even more foolish. You sat at one of the tables, lazily picking at your plate of food when you were interrupted. A hand swiped your tray off the table, knocking the mushy pile of stuff they dared to call food to the floor.

“Whoops, were you eating that, dollface?” No, you weren’t, but the asshole who picked a fight with you didn’t know that. Another monster, another creature who was far too vile to be put onto the team. Why shouldn’t you indulge just a bit?

Blood. It’s all you can taste. It suffocates you as you lay in a pool of it. Trickling down your nose and coating your mouth. You cannot quite tell whose it is, yours or the beast laying dead beside you. It’s nice, though, rich and far more delicious than the slop they feed you here. The electric shock had hurt, but not awfully so. You don’t feel angry that you’ve allowed the monster control over you once more, just bliss.

Ending up in the medical wing had not been on your itinerary, though. Head pressed back against the cold, sterilized pillow that was as thin as paper against the hard as a rock mattress. You’d hardly call it nice, if the hums of medical machinery hadn’t been soothing as white noise; you could almost get used to it. Your eyes flutter shut against the cold atmosphere, taking a deep breath to let the serene moment wash over you, its truly a nice break.

Till the doors open and you’re greeted with that familiar green glow basking over you for a moment before being harshly shoved into the bed besided you. You let out a soft sigh, sitting up and rubbing your eyes slightly. He wont look at you, clearly pissed off about something, and as the guards leave the room he shoots them the middle finger before finally catching your gaze.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Why are you in here?” You can’t help it as the question slips through your lips before you can stop yourself. You shouldn’t engage with him, it’ll only serve to make you upset over the little predicament the two of you find yourselves in, but it comes out nonetheless.

“The guy you killed’s dickweed friend decided to pick a fight in his honor. You know that’ll go on your sentence, right?”

“What does it matter? I’m already in here for life.”

He simply hums in response as you card your fingers through your hair. You suddenly feel tired, as if being around him is draining. Putting up this act of nonchalonce about your feelings towards him is more taxing than you had originally expected. He weighs heavily on your mind, taking up valuable space that could be used for other mundane things in Belle Reave like finding new shapes in the texture of walls you’ve stared at for years.

The room is quite now, far more than you like. The humming machinery now acts as a nuisance, a reminder of how hes doing everything but talking to you. While you can’t blame him outloud, you did just kill someone over him, does he feel anything about that? Does he even know how your mind runs circles around the thought of him all day? God. You sound like a love-sick schoolgirl with her first crush. Whats next? Will you write little anonymous post-it notes for him?

Regardless, you can’t stand the silence anymore, looking back over at him you tilt your head to the side to come across as non interested as possible. As if the question you’re about to ask him is one you’ve just thought of and not one thats been on your mind since that night.

“When we-... God, this sounds stupid outloud but why did you not take off your pants? Do you not have anything… down there?”

The awkwardness is palpable in your tone and it fills the room. Mentally, you curse yourself for asking such a dumb question. If he had eyelids, he’d most certainly be blinking over and over out of sheer confusion.

“Uh no. Its just the pelvis. Look at me, I’m just a skeleton and have you ever seen a skeleton with a dick?”

“No, I guess not…” Theres a pause, eyes fluttering away from his awkwardly. You shouldn’t have even brought it up and you really didn’t want to listen to his sarcastic answers.

“Do you want to see?”

Again with the sarcasm, you roll your eyes slightly and look back over at him with a frown, about to retort before you realize he isn’t joking. No, he’s looking right back at you, skeletal hands fiddling with the buckle of his pants. A sheepish blush coats your face as you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Sure, you two had had a very intimate encounter before, but this was different and it made you second guess his seriousness in telling you the two of you should pretend that night never happened. Without another thought you nod, almost a little too quickly.

“Yes. Please.”

“Eager now, aren’t ya pup?”

“Pup? Where’d that come from?”

“I mean, you looked like a starved dog with a piece of prime rib in its mouth when I pulled you off that guy back in Pokolistan.”

“Don’t bring that up right now.” A huff falls from your lips as your blush darkens, shaking your head slightly to push the imagery out of your mind. Had you really acted so barbarish that he deemed it fit to call you such a name? And are you out of your mind for liking it in some way? He simply chuckles as his hands continue to play with the button of his prision pants before he finally simply pulls them down and cocks his head to the side at you.

“See? Told ya.”

“Oh. But- you can still feel as if it were there?”

“I guess. I wasn’t just faking those noises to make you feel better.”

You can tell by his tone that had he had eyes he would’ve winked at you. A grin that you can’t see etched into the permanent smile of his skeletal face as you slip off the bed you were in, stepping over to him and gently running a hand over the orange fabric of his shirt as he lets out a soft, shuddering breath. For him, as well, it had been far too long since anyone looked at him the way you did.

After the death of wife and kid and being burned alive in his own machine meant for good, after taking over the Thorne crime ring and subsequently being taken down by Batman he has been looked at as nothing but a monster. Maybe, in a way, he is. The radiation addled his brain, the death of his family heavy on his consious. Had he been good before? He can remember a time where he tried to help, but was that out of kindness or need for recognition and praise?

Perhaps he doesn’t deserve it, the way you look at him as if hes someone special, as if hes done you some favor. It makes some part of him feel sick, while the other part relishes in the feeling of your touch, even if it has to be over fabric. A soft sigh emitted from him as he grabbed your hips, careful not to touch your skin even if he had before, and pull you ontop of him while he laid back in the bed.

He relished in the blush that coated your features, hands moving up to gently graze over the power dampener you wear, he resists the urge to burn through the metal and instead matches your gaze, a hum.

“You like this position, princess?”

“Oh its princess now?”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

Somehow he manages to get laughter out of you, coaxing it from your pretty lips and letting it fill the room. He almost feels stupid with the giddiness that fills his chest, tilting his head back against the headboard to get a good view of you. For every awful thing thats happened to him, hes almost glad they all did because they led him to you. He could deal with the worry of burning through everything if it meant you’d be by his side forever.

His sappy thoughts are cut off by the sudden feeling of pressure against where his cock had been. Your sleeves had been rolled up over your palms, providing a barrier that allows you to knead against his pelvis like some kind of cat. He can’t help the way his hips thrust up slightly, back arching into your touch. Its euphoric, sweet, and he’s letting explotives fall from his mouth like they’re a prayer to you. Like you’re some sort of God.

“Oh, ffuck princess, just like that.” His head tilts back farther, soft huffs emitting from him as he tries not to dissolve into a moaning mess in your hold. It’s been far too long, and even the night you shared couldn’t compare. He feels like an idiot for telling you it would be better to ignore each other now.

You keep a steady pace, hands moving against his pelvis to create some kind of friction, relishing in the clear way he fights back the moans creeping up his throat. Its almost beautiful, like a symphony of choked sobs and wanton moans. You couldn’t help but grin, humming softly as your eyes focused more on the exposed bones of his lower half.

“Phosphorus?”

“Alex. fuck - please call me Alex.” His words are a bit sudden but the way he practically pleads with you makes it difficult to think twice. His name, though, just knowing it feels intimate.

“Alex. I’m gonna try something, okay?”

Its a warning that slides right past him, indecent moans filling the room as he simply nods feverishly, though begging with you that whatever you’re going to do you don’t stop making him feel like this. You’d be a fool to stop now, anyways, with the way the radiation on his body hightens like a solar flare its all the sign you need to tell hes close.

You almost hesitate as this is probably a bad idea but you don’t give yourself time to dwell on the consequences of your actions as one hand stops kneading and instead moves the fabric of your shirt sleeve off, quickly pushing past the barrier of radiation and tracing your fingers over the inside of his pelvis.

It burns, pain bubbling up in your body and at the same time the reaction from his is almost like a man possessed. His moans gain volume at the feeling, urging you to push past the pain and continue to rub along the bone. He squirms and thrusts his hips up, arching his back yet shying away at the same time. It’s too much for him, the wires of his brain getting all crossed between feeling so good and overstimulated at the same time. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he was orgasming.

He falls back against the thin bed with a huff, panting to catch his breath. You sit up straighter on his lap, pulling your hand out and cradling it in your other one. It hurts, stinging as large burning wounds take up the majority of your hand. He sits up as well, apologies spilling from his mouth before your skin begins to heal as if nothing has happened.

You blink, knowing he probably would be as well before you simply rest your head on his chest. Theres an unspoken thing, now, an idea that perhaps the two of you don’t have to be as careful as originally thought, especially if your body had a healing factor even with the power dampener on. A content hum emits from him at the thought, tilting his head to look down at your form thats nuzzled against him. No doubt the cameras have caught all this, but the thought doesn’t seem to run through your mind so he wont worry you with it.

“If thats what we could do with that collar of yours on, imagine what we could do with it off.”

“Hmm does this mean no more ignoring me?”

“Who said I was ignoring you in the first place, princess?”

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howsit-tastehwah · 3 days ago

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The Party We Never Had – Popular!Obsessive!Stalker!CollegeStudent!Taehyung x Popular!Rich!fem.reader

Summary: Taehyung, the rich, popular, and effortlessly charming senior, has always been the object of your best friend Chaeyoung's obsession. But when he starts paying attention to you instead, things get complicated. A breathtaking gold dress, an exclusive party, and an unexpected choice lead to a night of decisions that could change everything. Will you follow your heart, or will you lose something more important?

FINALE !! - Part 5

pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3 - pt.4

WARNING(18+): Nonconsensual viteotaping, S.A., fingering(fem. receiving), oral sex(male receiving), choking, mentions of alcohol, manipulative(slightly) Taehyung.

AN: I did not want it to be this long but smut is not good if its not descriptive lol. Pulled out a lot of hairs writing this because I have never finished writing smut…

Word count: 4.3k

Four days. Chaeyoung didn’t return. Maybe because she saw your text messages. Asking her if it was true was vague but her lack of response told you everything you needed to know. All along you thought she was the one person who supported you and was there for you. You were prepared to have her be by your side for the rest of your life, you didn’t see the future without her.

You stare at your ceiling and sigh. You didn’t go to your classes, either. Chaeyoung would never miss a class and running into her there would only make you go more insane. You look at the clock, then at Chaeyoung’s bed and lastly you stare at the golden dresses hanging outside of your closet.

Taehyung had seen the video. Still, you have no idea where to find it or what it’s titled. You always wondered why nobody seemed to approach you at college. Did the men feel guilt when they looked at you? Were girls embarrassed to be seen with you?

Your transition from highschool to college was completely normal the first few months until that incident when everybody shut you away and the few drinks at parties would become gallons and gallons of liquor.

Maybe you were the crazy one who didn’t see the signs. There were 5 men that night but in reality the entire school watched it happen. Even Taehyung.

You know where to find me in case you feel alone.

What took him so long to tell you? Has he been watching you from afar? You’re angry yet the embarrassment of it all overtakes you and your face flushes. All along you thought you were a ghost and it turns out people were watching you the entire time.

You needed to see the video.

You get up out of your bed and grab your keys and phone. You look the room once over and decide that when you came back to this darn room you’d throw all of her stuff out the window. You slam the door and make your way to your car.

When you arrive at the house, it is completely silent. It’s an extremely odd experience. Seeing the place with the most chaos looks so peaceful. You look the building up and down until you spot Taehyung sitting, his back facing the large window in a room on the second floor, it appears he’s speaking to someone but you can’t see who it is.

You enter the building and walk up, right and left until you come across the red door in the direction you saw Taehyung in. When you knock one of his peers is already making his way out and he doesn’t look at you twice before walking away.

You peek your head in and Taehyung leans back in his chair, leaning his head back on the chair and sighing softly, “Who is it?”

You clear your throat and show your entire self, slowly closing the door and locking it. Taehyung slowly lifts his head and eyes you curiously but tries to seem as inviting as possible; that fake, curt smile playing on his lips.

“Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Sarcasm.

“I wanted to ask you if you could show me the video.”

The room goes silent.

He doesn’t say anything and stares at you with his fingers caressing above his upper lip, his elbow on the armchair. The silence gets long and awkward, so you open your mouth to speak again, but he beats you to it, “I bought the tape and took it down.”

You process his words slowly and then the lack of context makes your brain race with dozens of different questions.

“What? When?”

“I bought it the morning after we last spoke. I gave her money to move out and study somewhere else so you can throw away all her stuff. Or keep it; it doesn’t matter.”

“But you have it?” You close the long distance between you and him. The room is big and almost empty except for the few plants and shelves filled with books.

“It’s all gone.” Taehyung stands from his chair and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He’s in loose, black trousers and an undone, white button-up curled at the sleeves. You attempt not to stare at his arms, adorned with a watch and the deep red knot bracelet with jewels complimenting every tone and vein of his forearms. His fingers are adorned with golden rings, each one meticulously chosen, no doubt. But it’s the thick band on his middle finger that demands attention. It hugs his finger with a significant weight, drawing your eyes like a magnet. There's something about how it contrasts against his skin—a quiet boldness that feels entirely his.

“Except for the orginal. I had a feeling you’d want to watch it before it’s all gone.”

“Do you have it?” You whisper anxiously and Taehyung gives you a small nod, shooting a look to the door on the right.

“In my room.” His eyes are void as they don’t break eye contact, and you feel your heart pick up. You were finally going to see what occurred that night. Dozens of scenarios kept you up these past few days. You expected the worst, scared that being too mild with your imagination would only lead to more shock and hurt. Taehyung sees that you were here for this video alone: denying you of it was not his place.

You stare at him as he stands, takes a key out from his pockets, and begins approaching the door, but you don’t move from your spot. You were afraid to go in there. Would you hate yourself after watching the video? Would you feel disgusted? You tense your jaw and look around the room to clear your mind, rolling your eyes at yourself. Running a hand down your loose hair, you walk behind Taehyung as he holds the door open and then shuts it, locking it afterward.

His room is dark. He has a bed far too big to be king-sized and covered in dark red sheets. His duvet is neatly tucked, and there are only two pillows. You analyze the dark room. The building was made a few hundred years ago with a few modern touches.

He dims the lights of the room and searches around his closet cabinet until he finds a flash drive. He has a projector in front of his bed and he plugs in the USB. It turns on and you instinctively turn to the vast wall where the light has now begun to show a settings screen.

“Sit down here.”

You turn to Taehyung who points to the edge of his bed and you nod before complying, scared and silent. You place your stuff on the floor and your eyes are glued to the wall as Taehyung fidgets with the adjustments of the screen brightness and sound.

“It’s ready,” he pauses and looks down at you, “Are you?”

You don’t respond but your eyes are glued to the wall and your knuckles are white as you clasp them in your lap. Taehyung stares at them before poking his inner cheek with his tongue and pressing on the one file in the USB. And it automatically begins to play.

Taehyung doesn’t watch it. He turns, walks to the back of the room and sits on his bed with his back pressed against his headboard and his arm over his eyes lazily. You turn to spare him a glance but get caught up admiring the lower part of his face that is visible. His lips are soft, parted as he releases small puffs of air. His skin glistens from the reflection of the projector’s light. He swallows and his Adam’s apple bob tantalizingly. You slowly turn back to face the wall, shaking off any feeling and thought so you can give the video your undivided attention.

You don’t blink. The projector is so bright that the light shines on your own face and it burns but you can’t rip your eyes away from the video. You frown as it begins and the first thing you hear is your laughter.

The camera points at you directly and it takes some time to focus. You approach the camera and push it away.

“Stop it!” You giggle. You grab a can of beer that lingered on the floor and downed the entire thing. A few men sat on the couch, watching you and sipping on their drinks. You stare with wide eyes, feeling nostalgia bring goosebumps to your skin. A huge smile adorned your lips; you seemed so alive and fun.

You teased one of the men on the couch, but only his lap appeared in the video. He releases a deep chuckle and spreads his legs wider– an invitation. You twirled to show off your body. You wore a tiny jean skirt and a black tank top, a dark red bra peeking out of the shirt, and a gold chain sitting nicely on your cleavage. Your pupils followed every movement you made. You weren’t horrified just yet, but you felt like any moment, something that would tear you apart would occur. It was like watching a movie knowing every jumpscare yet not failing to flinch at every single one. You moved like a drunk woman, and the men encouraged your dancing through whistles and claps. You played with the straps of your tank top and let them fall on their own.

“Take them off for me, yeah?” You bit your lower lip an you cringe at yourself, shaking your head. You hear Taehyung chuckle behind you and the sound sounds strangely familiar.

You approach the guy on the couch and the camera follows your moves. A small gasp leaves your lips when Taehyung comes into the camera and you climb into his lap. His hands are to the sides of the seat and he watches you amusingly. You don’t completely sit on his lap. Your knees are to the sides of his muscular thighs, hovering above him. You peer at the way Taehyung stares up at you with salacious eyes. Yeontan barks at his feet but it doesn’t break the moment between you two.

He cracks a chilling smile up at you and touches the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms, staring down at him challengingly as he pulls it up and when it goes over your face Taehyung sits up to take your mouth in his. You hear the exhale Taehyung releases when your lips touch, the room went eerily quiet as all eyes roam your body on his. His hands wrap around your back, feeling you up like you’d dissapear into thin air. You stare at his slender hands, succulent arms possesively feeling you up. Your face glows red as you watch that and wonder how something so erotic could have slipped your mind. The devil on your left shoulder wonders what it felt like. Does he remember?

All you see is his jaw moving in sync with yours, but your face is covered by your hair. It’s long and messy. Your jaw slacks as Taehyung’s fingers tangle around your locks and tug your head back slowly, exposing your throat to him. You pant as he runs his tongue and traces your crevices with his swollen lips. The veins on his arms become more prominent, and you feel the adrenaline from the video hit you like a truck.

God… how many people watched this?

You start jumping to conclusions and look back at Taehyung but he’s still laying mindlessly on his headboard with his feet on the bed and his arm over his entire face, clearly attempting(poorly) to avoid the intimacy of the video.

You turn back to the videos when you moan so ravenously. Your face flushes red and you cover the lower half of your face with your hand.

This is not what I was expecting at all...

Another guy comes up behind you and clasps his hands around your arms, lifting you off his lap. Taehyung’s hold is weak, he doesn’t pull you back, fucked out from a few kisses.

You whine as the guy flings you over his shoulder but you don’t see what happens next because your eyes are on Taehyung who now makes eye contact with the camera and his face contorts in confusion and annoyance. He runs a hand down his face, chest heaving as he leans back on his couch. The camera zooms in on his lap where a painful bulge is evident even in the poor lighting of the house.

“Why are you recording?” He gets up and the camera moves away and follows the guy into a room filled with other people. Men are playing cards on a large bed and others are scrolling away, sipping beer.

The sound of a door shutting and locking clicks in the background and you’re pushed onto the bed. Your drunk laughter ceases as you whimper.

“Guys... that hurt..” You’re in a bra and your panties are being pulled at by the guys on the bed.

Hands roam your legs and breasts and you visibly shiver as a different emotion flashes through your eyes and then you spot the camera. Your eyes are hazy, clearly not conscious enough to understand what’s going on. Your body is sensitive and as the men play with your body, tears brim in your eyes. They catch the reflection of light and shine in the camera as you stare at the person holding it. You mouth something but it’s inaudible.

“Open the fucking door!” In the background.

“You’re a sexy piece of meat, ain’t you?” One guy slurs as he runs his fingers down the messy strands of hair covering your face and you slap his hand away. Your breathing picks up, you chest heaving up and down as you begin to think again and tug at the multiple hands on your body.

“Don’t touch me!” You gasp when two men grab at your legs to spread them apart and you begin to scream and punch.

“Stop! Help me!” You choke on loud screams and sobs. The door begins to pound and make loud noises. Many people begin to knock and the men begin to hurry. One inserts one finger inside you and you spit at him.

“That only turns me on more, baby.” He chuckles, and the door breaks open. The camera is knocked down and the video ends.

The room goes dark and silent.

“You saved me, didn’t you?”

You look over your shoulder and Taehyung finally has his arm out of his face. He’s still, staring at his room floor. His dark eyebrows are knit together, and his lashes flutter as he blinks and finally meets your eyes.

“I was scared you’d blame me for it all. That’s why I didn’t approach you until now.”

“Taehyung.”

“You hung around Chaeyoung and I knew she had twisted the story up somehow, except I didn’t know she had a thing for me. When you told me, everything clicked.” He slowly explains in a hushed tone and you get up from your spot on the bed and approach him.

He looks up at you like he did in the video except there’s worry in his eyes this time around. His eyes widen when you sit on the edge next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders to embrace him in a tight hug. His arms stay at his side, his whole body is rigid. You pull away with your arms still around him.

You look back and forth between both his eyes and break into a small laugh.

“You’re insane for not telling me this earlier.”

“Didn’t think you’d listen.” He whispers.

You stare down at his lips and then up at his eyes.

“I can’t believe I don’t remember that happening.” You hum and Taehyung’s right hand grips the side of your waist.

“Y/N,” He looks to the side and you admire the side of his face. You want to lean in and kiss him but you know your intentions aren’t pure. The video met some of your expectations, nothing shocking that you didn’t see coming occurred but it still leaves you heartbroken.

You want revenge against Chaeyoung.

You grab Taehyung’s other hand and wrap it around yourself, under your sweater and Taehyung’s jaw clenches as his rough hand touches your soft skin. You see his thoughts and you don’t like what he’s thinking. He’s scared he’s gonna hurt you, except this time it’s different. You two are alone.

“You were right, Taehyung,” You whisper against his ear and breathe down his jaw and to his throat, brushing your lips against the side of his neck. Your eyes watch Adam's apple bobbing up and down and you remember the way he looked in the video.

If he let you you’d fuck his brains out.

“I was denying myself of wanting you. You’re so sexy...” You bring your fingers up to his chin and force him to look at you. Your nose brushes against his and you plead him with your eyes.

“I can’t do this to you. Not after you watched that.”

“Tell me to go away and I’ll leave and never come back. I promise.” You lift your head from his shoulder and mouth against his lips and he slowly closes his eyes, savoring your proximity. Closing his mouth, he remains silent and you smile, leaning in to meet his lips.

It takes him some time to begin to kiss you back but when he does his tongue darts out to enter your mouth and cover you with his scent. His hand grips your hip and the other one holds the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You close your eyes, moaning and biting at his seeping mouth. Your hands come up to cup both sides of his face, feeling his cheekbones, tracing his jaw and allowing him to enter your mouth with his tongue.

His breaths turn short as he probes and his hands slips under your sweater, squeezing your waist, massaging your hips and feeling your ass over the material of your pants.

You grinded down on him instinctively. The friction makes you break away from the kiss to catch up on your breathing and mewl. Taehyung’s mouth immediately runs down to your jaw and your throat. He sucked every spot on your skin. His hand pressed against your lower back, the other one so big against your ass. He squeezed, roamed and sucked every part of you and no clothes had been discarded yet. He wanted to explore and grope your body as much as he possibly could. You continue to dry hump him, your sounds getting louder and your skin coating with a layer of sweat.

He takes off your shirt and quickly unclasps your bra to free your breasts. He pulls at your hair to make your chest puff up, more accessible to his mouth. He twirls his tongue around your nipple and you physically shiver, jaw dropped. His saliva leaves a hot layer of drool that cools up when he switches to your other tit and your nipple hardens. He stares up at you, watching you writhe in pleasure, sighing in relief and praising him for how good he makes you feel. You’re extremely sensitive, not having had sex in a few months, not even a moment to jerk off.

He had waited for this moment for so long. You had been forced away from him to form one of the most traumatizing moments of your life and yet here you were, drooling over him and his tongue. You came in here thinking you’d leave feeling disgusted with your body.

“Ah, aha.” You continue to grind down on him and rub yourself on his clothed erection.

“Take this off.” He tugs at your pants desperately and you comply, letting him do it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses along your stomach and they leave goosebumps across your skin.

When your pants are off, you climb down his lap to take off his clothes, struggling to rip off his belt but eventually getting his trousers off.

You admire the muscles on his chest and shoulders, taking in his abs and veiny arms. You were so turned on by the sight you moved back and spread his legs. Taehyung bit his lip as he reached for your hair and wrapped it in a ponytail with one big hand. You licked down from under his belly button all the way up to his necklace before delivering one last kiss to his lips and releasing his bulge from his boxers.

His pink tip slaps against his abs and you hear him audibly hiss. He twitches hard as you stare at it and the drool that forms in your mouth gathers. You spit on his head and lean down, arching your back to give him a good view of your ass as you sucked him dry. You didn’t break eye contact with him as you lick a hot, and long line down his dick. You tease him, watching his face cotort in painful pleasure as you take only his cock into your mouth and swirl it in your dripping mouth. Taehyung’s upper body jerks up slightly as you suddenly take him all the way.

You bob your head and gag, drooling more and more. The sound of your leaking throat fills the room. His dick is glossy with your saliva, all the way down to his balls that twitch when your throat tighten around his cock. Your eyebrows come together as you deliver one last mouthful an Taehyung can’t rip his eyes away from your mouth. You sustain it deep until you physically cannot, until your eyes roll all the way back and your stomach turns. You release him and gasp for air, wiping at your chin and the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

His hand releases your hair and he pulls your body against his, your back to his chest. Your mind feels hazy and worn-out. Clearly you hadn’t given a blow job in a long while.

Taehyung slips his hand into your underwear, the only piece of clothing left on your body. He digs his middle finger in between your pussy lips and the cold metal of his thick, gold ring makes your back arch.

“Fuck, fuck…” You whine and your lower stomach clenches and he plays with your drenched pussy. His hand slips out and he wraps each hand around the back of your knees, spreading your legs apart so that your pussy would be entirely open for him. He doesn’t waste time to rips your panties apart and he groans at the sight of your swollen, pulsing cunt. It glistens under the dim lights of his room. He spits on his hands and slaps it on your clit, rubbing a few, agonizingly slow circles thats make your body twitch. Your legs make a movement to close but his other hand grips at your inner thigh.

He presses his mouth against your ear aggressively.

“Shut your legs, and I won’t be gentle,” he growls, and your breath hitches at his sudden tone. A loud squelching sound echoes across the room when he finally enters two fingers. Your pussy sucks him whole, and you tighten around them, gasping and moaning. He moves them in and out slowly to loosen you up a little. The tension wears off after a while, and he delivers hushed praises to your ear, nibbling on it and, at times, sucking below your ear to suppress his own groans.

His fingers speed up and become more rough by the second, his knuckles slapping against your pussy, creating a slimy sound that drown out even your own squeaks and moans. It’s rough and hard, his fingers dig in so deep and exit just as fast as they came in. Your walls become numb and all you can think about is the impending orgasm that you’re about to reach if he continues at this same pace.

“Does that feel good? Yeah? Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers,” He laughs mockingly. He pants and grunts as he continues to shove a third finger inside and your eyes roll back.

Taehyung’s attention, once on the scene of his hand torturing your cunt, turns to your face and your fucked out expression. His dick twitches as he watches you take his fingers, veiny and long, without much complaint. He releases the grip he had on your thigh to keep your legs spread and wraps it around your throat.

You’re already panting so he doesn’t tighten his grip until he feels your walls tightening, pushing him out. You were extremely close.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze me, tighten your walls around my fingers…” he groans, biting down on your shoulder.

You begin softly sobbing as you finally come undone around his fingers, your legs twitching and closing around his hand. His hand grips your throat tighter as he demands against your shoulder in a very low voice, “Open your legs, Y/N.”

You comply, and Taehyung watches your orgasm travel out of your pussy, coating his fingers. He takes them out, and you lay back against his chest, eyes closed and tiredly catching up with your breathing.

Taehyung doesn’t take his perverted stare away from your pussy. He cleans his fingers as you doze off and stands from his bed so your back is straight to avoid cramps. He stares at his hard-on and then down at you, who is now peacefully snoring. He chuckles, drying his fingers with a napkin before giving you one last glance to ensure you fell into a deep slumber.

He walks up to one of the tall tables in his room and grabs the camera that was so casually propped and hidden, facing his bed.

He ends the recording and waits for the video to fully register into a file.

He smiles as it saves and he plays it back to the beginning.

AN: The end. Any theories on what truly went down that night? And no, I'm not writing more of this LMFAO but stay tuned for more content <3

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