#my feet and legs fucking hurt and i had to wear an ankle/shin length skirt the whole time because of the dress code

[hazellight11]

Downside: I am in pain

Upside: listened to Ghost inside Saint Peter's Basilica. Also learned a lot and saw a lot of stuff like statues and paintings and the sistine chapel but more importantly i listened to Ghost in St Peter's Basilica

[lubdubsworld]

Cold Hearted ( But I still want it)

Taehyung x Oc

Organized Crime AU !

Violence, Sexually Explicit Content, abusive undertones.

Unhealthy relationships. 

“I’m meeting Jimin at that club in Itaewon for lunch. The new one. Keep the Aston Martin ready. I’ll drive myself.” Taehyung’s deep voice echoed through the room and his deputy hastened to acknowledge the order, a curt nod and quick phone call soon after. 

I glanced at my husband, expectant. 

“Take me with you.” I whispered, soft because he hated it when I raised my voice. 

He didn’t reply. 

At least not to me. 

“Just me. My lovely wife will be dining by herself in her room .  Maybe then, she’ll remember what happens when she blatantly disobeys me. ” He barely spared me a glance and i clenched my fists. 

I hadn’t gotten out of this god forsaken place in a month. I felt stir-crazy and trapped. It was a punishment, a way he controlled me and i hated it but I also hated myself for giving him a reason to punish me. 

It had been a reckless act of rebellion, done in a moment of frustrated anger and i had regretted it almost at once.

  I’d been upset because Taehyung had been ignoring me for work. i had missed him. Missed being in his arms, missed lounging around his office. Sitting on his lap while he held meetings in the large conference rooms. 

A quick kiss with some stranger in a pub was all it was supposed to be. Just to remind my husband what he was missing out on. 

But the idiot hadn’t taken no for an answer, had tried to push me into a bathroom stall and Taehyung had found me like that, screaming my head off with some drunk off his ass idiot trying to yank my dress up.

It hadn’t ended prettily.

The man had begged for forgiveness and so had I. 

But Taehyung wasn’t one to forgive and now, thanks to my impulsive act, a man lay dead at the bottom of the Han and i was locked in this house for a month. 

The bruises from that night, when he’d tied me up to the bed and fucked me so hard I cried, still decorated my thighs and hips. 

But apparently, it wasn’t enough. 

He wasn’t done punishing me yet. 

The resentment was all consuming. 

The simmering hurt, that feeling of being considered worthless, of being seen as a fucking toy... of being looked at like I didn’t deserve his attention..it always swelled and swelled till I snapped. 

And then he would  punish me for doing exactly what he had wanted me to do.....right until I snapped again . it was a vicious cycle. 

 how dare he. How fucking dare he. 

I stared down at the man  kneeling  in front of me, his gaze dripping with lust as he carefully rubbed liniment on my feet, fingers soft and gentle as he massaged the balls of my feet. His touches were reverent and worshipful almost, like he’s touching something valuable.

He also looked like he wanted to stick my toes inside his mouth. 

The pig. 

I’d wanted to go out to get my hair done , a manicure and a pedicure. But Taehyung had shut that down. Apparently the lecherous fool on his knees before me owned some expensive salon in the city. 

Taehyung was still angry, and apparently he had meant it when he said he wasn’t letting me out of the house till i learned a lesson.

 I hated him. But I had only acted out because I loved him and missed him and it was confusing. Infuriating.  

I grabbed the soft fur throw on the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. 

I exhaled sharply, looking away to the side, where my husband sat behind his desk, long legs propped up and  stretched out like a jaguar on one of the lavishly crafted tables, dressed in a white shirt and a black jacket. 

The shirt was snow-white unlike the blood that stained his fingers. The same fingers that were wrapped around a gun, the bullets out, the safety on as he carefully ran the muzzle up and down his torso. The gun was pretty much a prop with him.

Kim Taehyung did not use guns.

He used his knife.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a finger traced up my ankle and up my shin, right to the inside of my knee. And then further up to my thigh .

The touch foreign and unwelcome made me jump.

“Leave. Get the fuck away from me.” I snarled as I  pulled my leg away, no longer stomaching the man’s touch. He was being blatantly lewd in his touches and i didn’t want it.

Taehyung gave me a lazy look, clearly startled by my voice, breaking the stillness of  early morning.

“That better not be directed at me, princess.”

I swallowed.

“No..I...he...” I pointed at the man on the floor who seemed to have suddenly realized what he had just done. He held his hands up, eyes blown wide with fear.

My husband looked to us, eyes landing on the man giving me a pedicure.

Taehyung smelled fear like a shark sensed blood in the water and I saw him straighten, eyes narrowed, body thrumming.

“Is something wrong?” His gaze shifted to mine and I didn’t miss the way his fingers fluttered to his waist, where his trusty dagger stayed holstered to his hip.

I swallowed.

It was seven in the fucking morning.

Way too early to see some poor bastard lose his entire hand for groping the wife of the biggest mob boss in South Korea.

“Nothing. I’m just tired of your sick little games! ” I snapped , syllables coated with anger and that’s bold even for me. Bold and reckless and possibly a little suicidal.  

Lashing out at Taehyung in front of his sub-ordinates, acting out in front of his men. Its a big no no and I hate myself because surely, surely I’ve made things worse for myself.

Taehyung’s brow rose.

“Leave us. “ He said harshly.

The men in the room didn’t need to be told twice. I watched as they scurried out with a speed that was impressive. Icy dread washed over me as I drew my knees up to my chest, wrapped both arms around my legs and crawled back into the couch as he stood up so fast , the chair he was in went crashing to the wall. 

Tongue sandpaper dry and eyes wide, I leaned back fully, staring at him as he slowly walked over, face still and serene and perfectly beautiful and altogether terrifying.

“I think... I’ve been going too easy on you, little one..” He said gently, tone softly lilting and I closed my eyes when he reached out, fingers closing around my jaw, squeezing hard. 

“I’m sorry....” I blurted out , because futile though it was , apologizing, I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t. 

He hummed.

“Your father’s dead. “ He said casually. 

My heart leapt up into my throat and I scrambled to get up but he held me down , pressing me into the couch with his weight as he began yanking on the buttons of my blouse. 

“Taehyung!! Why?! “ I whimpered. “ You promised...you promised you wouldn’t kill him!” I sobbed when yanked the silk fabric off my body, leaving me naked from the waist up. He grabbed my arms, turning me over till I was face down over the armrest , breasts pressed into the rough fabric of the couch as he made quick work of the rest of my clothes. 

Taehyung loved fucking me naked when he was fully clothed. It was his way of reminding just how different the two of us were. 

“And i didn’t! “ He grunted, yanking my skirt and panties down with ease.” Jimin did, when your father tried to plant a mole in his drug team.” 

I flinch when he gripped my thighs hard, spreading my legs. 

And then it all happened too fast : the clink of his belt buckle , the pull of his zipper and then the hard length of him, pushing in, splitting me open as he bottomed out inside me. 

Taehyung draped himself over me, every inch of him covering every inch of mine, the fabric of his silk shirt soft against my bare back and I flinched when he took the end of his tie, still knotted around his neck and stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me. 

The harsh pull of his fingers in my hair left me reeling and I screamed, sound muffled by the thick wad of the fabric in my mouth .

He kept his grip on my hair taut, yanking my head back just enough to sink his teeth into the curve of my neck, knees braced on the couch as he fucked into me in controlled thrusts, each push of his hips rubbing my body raw. 

“Know who’s taking over after your father?” He hissed, hand leaving my hair to wrap around my neck and squeeze. 

I whimpered when he pressed in just a little harder, hips jerking forward with a vengeance, enough force to move the hardwood oak couch we were on. The same couch that had taken four people to carry in. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” He snarled and I whimpered when his hands fumbled with his waist, my eyes going wide as I tilted my head, watched him grab the dagger out of its leather sheath. 

 Oh god...oh god no...

Was he going to kill me? Slit my throat?

Fear rendered me witless and I buked wildly, trying to throw him off but it was impossible . He was too damn heavy and too damn strong. 

“Remember him? Your precious boyfriend? “ He sneered , licking the skin behind my ear, lewd and disgusting as he sucked a hickey on the sensitive skin. “ The wonderful young man you were supposed to marry? Kind, generous  Jungkookie who was going to become a surgeon and rescue you from this cruel world of crime you were born into?? ” 

I sobbed out at the sharp pang of hurt that lanced my heart. Long buried memories surfaced and I had to bite my lips to keep them down , to stop my mind from splintering into tiny broken pieces. 

“Guess the lure of the darkness was too much for your little bunny after all.... He’s going to be a gangster. He’s going to be a murderer and a monster and the best thing...he’s going to be just ....like...me...” He hissed, and I shrieked, when brought the dagger down, slowly carefully, till the sharp edge of it rested right over the skin , just behind my ear. 

I felt the touch of the knife edge on my skin and closed my eyes. The sting was sharp and excruciating and i closed my eyes in agony and although I couldn’t see it, I knew exactly what he was carving into my skin. The slanting lines, one and then another. 

V.

I felt the sharp pain of the cut on my neck, just as he pulled the dagger away, my head throbbing as I felt wetness bead over my neck and spill, staining scarlet the couch beneath my head. 

“There. Now you wear my mark.” He whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “ And now you’ll wear  me.” 

He lifted himself up off me and before I could process what was happening he flipped me over, grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder before fucking into me, hard and fast. 

“He’s going to start a war, i hear. A war over  you.  He wants you back , my love and I find myself hating the thought of losing you...” He hissed, fingers playing with my nipples, tugging and pinching till my eyes watered. 

I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head, pleasure blooming against my will and I whimpered when he pulled the tie out of my mouth, replacing it with his tongue. 

Taehyung kissed me gently, a contrast to how he fucked into me and I felt myself unravel in his arms, body spasming as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at my entrance,. 

“You’re mine little one ...” He whispered against my lips as I came , clenching down around his hardness, my breath loud and raspy and ruined. “ You’re mine and he can’t have you!!!”

I found myself breathless and choking as he chased his own pleasure, hips ruthless as he rammed into me and I dug my fingers into the couch, as he gripped my waist, hard enough to bruise . 

He shuddered as he came, spilling into me in a sticky wet mess that made my thighs damp and I could only tremble like a leaf caught in a storm. 

It took me  a second to realize that he was fully clothed and I was naked. 

I shook as he pulled up and away from me. Grabbing my clothes, I made to move but his fingers caught my wrists. 

“No.” He said sharply, glaring at me .

I swallowed. 

“Tae...”

“Drop that and come sit on me cock.” 

I felt my eyes tear up in protest.

“Please, don’t...”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me.” He sat back on the couch and I watched as he casually stroked his dick again, still half hard. 

Shaking, I moved to stand in front of him, letting him maneuver me till I was sitting on his lap, straddling his hips, the warm thickness of his cock slipping into my wetness with ease. 

“Stay that way, “ He whispered, pulling me closer till I lay on his chest, cheeks pressed against the fabric of his shirt. 

I gripped his shirt on the sides, fingers and legs trembling. He threw the fur throw on the both of us, covering my body from just below my shoulder blades. 

“Is he here?” He called out suddenly and I stiffened. 

Who?

“He’s here sir.”

“Send him up.”

I felt my entire body go stiff.

 No. No.

“If you fucking move, the love of your life will leave this room in a body bag.” Taehyung whispered softly. 

I sobbed. 

After a three whole years , this wasn’t how i wanted to see  him.

Footsteps behind me and then the sharp , sharp intake of breath. 

“Taehyung.” 

Jungkook’s voice rang through the room and I closed my eyes. 

“Jungkook-ah..... Such a pleasure. Please excuse my wife, she’s still a little exhausted from.... stuff.” He chuckled. “ Sit down . What can I do for you?” 

“She’s bleeding.” Jungkook’s voice was shaking. 

I startled. 

Taehyung hummed, thoughtful.

He ran his fingers over the cut behind my ear, gently and i winced . 

“This? Just a way to remind her ....and everyone else...that she’s mine.” Taehyung smiled. 

Jungkook’s chuckle was so familiar and so soft and I fought the urge to turn around and look at him. I couldn’t If I did. If I saw his face I would break down entirely. 

“Nothing is permanent hyung. Not in our world. What’s yours today can be mine tomorrow. Isn’t that how it works? .” 

Taehyung stiffened, gripping me harder around the waist. 

“You’re being rude, jagiya . Greet our guests.” Taehyung hissed, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to turn around and I sobbed out in shock, scrambling for the fur throw as it fell off my body, clutching it to my breasts as I stared at Jungkook. 

He looked devastated , eyes pained and brimming with hurt for one second before going obsidian with rage. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you for this, Taehyung. " Jungkook swore. “  I’m going to tear you limb from limb, bury you six feet under and piss on your fucking grave, you son of a whoring bitch,.” 

Taehyung merely chuckled. 

“I look forward to it , Jungkookie.” He said carelessly, hugging me closer. “ Now leave. I intend to enjoy the company of my wife. You should get one for yourself, doctor. They make perfect playthings. “ 

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Author’s note : Well... its a one shot but I hope you guys liked it !!