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ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵐᵘᵗ

An excerpt of ＴＡＫＥＮ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ Bᴏss from WattPad and Ao3.

Some parts were cut to streamline the smut for you, my thirsty little boo ¬ ‿ ¬

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Jungkook passed you a helmet, motioning you onto the back of his Harley as you grinned. It was good to have him back; you'd missed his cheery, happy demeanor and playful flirting. You slipped onto the back seat and settled in as Jungkook took the seat in front, turning to grin at you. He toed the kickstand up and gunned the throttle, the motorcycle purring beneath his touch.

"Where to, Lucky?"

"Huh?" You cocked your head to the side. "Shouldn't we go home?"

"We could, but I have something to show you, if you don't mind a little detour," Jungkook said, smiling slyly over at you.

The two of you lapsed into an easy silence as Jungkook drove, night settling itself firmly around your world. You closed your eyes and leaned against Jungkook's broad back, letting out a gentle sigh. You felt Jungkook's free hand envelop yours, threading his fingers with your own. You turned your head to look up at the stars. After a few more miles, Jungkook turned off of the dirt road onto what seemed to be a scenic overlook of sorts. The place was completely deserted save for the assassin's bike, and Jungkook pulled over to the edge of the turnout, putting the shifter into park.

"We're here," he said.

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You slid off of the bike and unclasped your helmet, setting it on the bike's seat and stretching. You padded over to the edge of the overlook and drew your hands to your mouth, pleasantly surprised. Smiling, Jungkook dismounted and stalked over to you, his footsteps completely silent as he came up behind you. He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you against him so your back was flush with his muscled torso. He lowered his head and nuzzled your neck beneath your ear, speaking quietly.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" He asked.

"Absolutely breathtaking," you replied. And it was. You were high up in the hills, some fifteen miles from the Three Cities, overlooking the lights of HAO. Streetlamps glimmered off of the two rivers that bisected the Three Cities, and the lights of the town were like stars in their own right. You fell quiet for a time, leaning back against the assassin, content in the view and his company. After a few quiet minutes, you licked your lips.

You fought a shiver, the cool wind biting through your light jacket up here in the hills. Jungkook shrugged out of his riding jacket and paced around behind you to drape it over your shoulders. You shuddered pleasantly; the jacket was nice and warm from his body heat as you slipped your arms inside the sleeves. "Thanks," you said, grinning up at him. "For the jacket, but also for coming back home."

"I'll always come back," Jungkook said, grabbing your hand and walking you over to his bike. Jungkook gripped your hips and effortlessly lifted you up to sit you on the wide, comfortable seat of his Harley. "To the Boys, yes. But to you, especially, Lucky." The assassin tilted his head to the side, running his calloused fingertips down the line of your jaw, where the bruise Dae left was blooming into ugly greens and purples. Makeup only did so much, and after a long day at work, it had mostly come off. A frown marred Jungkook's handsome features, and you saw his jaw clench. "Wish I could've killed Dae a second time for doing this," he said, tracing the bruise. You shivered and leaned into his touch. "But I'm content. I destroyed Hyunjin for touching you when the Hoodlums had you."

"Thank you," you said, smiling up at him.

"Mm," he hummed, tracing his fingers down your neck, making butterflies take wing in your belly. His eyes grew half-lidded as he licked his lips, gaze settling firmly on your mouth. "You know what I asked Yoongi for in return for spying on the Hoodlums and getting stabbed?" He tilted his head to the side, glancing up to meet your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the expression on his face as you slowly shook your head. "I wanted one thing: you."

"M-Me?" You blinked, lips parting in surprise. You couldn't help the little laugh that bubbled out of your throat. "And what did he say to that?"

"He said as long as you were okay with it, so was he," Jungkook replied, resting his hand around the column of your throat, smirking down at your shocked expression. "As long as he has your heart, he doesn't mind sharing, Lucky. None of us do. We're not really the jealous type, if you haven't noticed." You averted your eyes, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you thought back over the last few months. He's right. Even the other night, Suga was totally fine when you kissed Jungkook, and if you weren't mistaken, he'd even encouraged it. Your head swam for a few moments as you realized what exactly Jungkook was saying.

"W-Wait, what?" You blinked stupidly up at him.

Jungkook ran his tongue over his lower lip and his gaze burned into your own. The assassin stepped forward, closing the distance between you both, sliding an arm around the small of your back and jerking you tightly against his muscled frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as Jungkook's free hand came to press against the underside of your chin, tilting your face upwards. A low growl rumbled in the man's chest as he dipped his head, capturing your mouth with his own. A low, breathy little mewl was pulled from your throat as he kissed you, tongue swiping between your lips, his mouth hot, hungry. You tipped your head back, eyes closed as you yielded to his lips, his tongue swirling around your own as he kissed you deeply.

You panted into his mouth, sliding your arms around the man's lean waist, gripping the back of his shirt as you were pushed backwards by the assassin's weight. Your back lay flush with the tilted seat of Jungkook's bike, and he stepped forward between your legs, the bone of his hip pressing tightly against the inside of your thigh. You moaned softly, feeling how hard his cock already was from simply kissing you as it brushed against your core. Even through the layers of clothes, you felt its heat, and a shudder coursed through your entire body.

"J-Jungkook," you breathed as the assassin trailed hot kisses from the corner of your mouth, over your jawline, down the slender curve of your throat. He pressed a kiss over your carotid, feeling your pulse jumping beneath his lips as he smiled against your neck. He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, jerking your head back and to the side as he raked his teeth over your throat. You shivered at the sharp bite of his teeth, panting as his tongue flicked out, lapping away the soreness. Jungkook growled low in his chest at the soft, breathy little moans that he was pulling from you with every touch. His free hand slipped up your inner thigh, gripping your flesh so tightly that you were certain there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers there tomorrow.

"I want you, Lucky," he said, pressing a kiss behind your ear. "Now." His voice was low, deep, and the need behind it made you gasp. Jungkook's hand slipped up under your pencil skirt, and you let out a little moan as his fingers trailed up your panties. You heard him take a deep, shuddering breath at the wetness he found there, and Jungkook leaned over you, trapping your lower lip between his own as he slid your panties to the side, fingers slicking up your folds to your clit. Panting, you arched your back, pressing your hips down into his touch.

"Then take me," you replied. Your words elicited a snarl from the assassin and without warning, he gripped your hips and flipped you over. You let out a startled little yelp as he pushed your belly down against the seat of his bike, and you felt his hand close around the back of your neck. Breaths coming rapidly, you braced your hands on the seat, and at feeling his hips pressing against your rear, you ground your ass back against him, loving the feel of his cock straining in his pants. "Please," you panted, your pussy aching for him.

"If you move, I stop touching you," Jungkook said, leaning over you as he lifted your skirt up your back and hooked his fingers under the hem of your panties, drawing them down to your knees. You groaned and nodded, wanting so badly to push back against him as you felt his fingers run up your slit. But you drew you hand up to your mouth, biting down on the meat of your thumb as your body shook beneath Jungkook's touch. He slipped two fingers inside of you, pulling a heady moan from your lips as he stood over you, head tipped to the side, watching the expression on your face as he fucked you with his hand. "Put your hand down, Lucky. I want to hear you," he said, and you obeyed. Jungkook bit his lip at the unbridled, wanton lust and need for him that painted your beautiful face.

You were strung so tightly as his fingers slowly worked into you, digits curling and pressing against the little bundle of nerves inside of you. You gasped and your entire body went taut like a bowstring, making the assassin smirk. He set his free hand on the small of your back, pressing down to lift your hips and ass up into the air. "God, you're so fucking sexy." His fingers quickened their pace, and you bit your lower lip, breaths coming hard and heavy as he pulled you close to the edge. His fingertips pressed against your g-spot, thumb circling your clit. "So beautiful." He increased the pressure on your clit, making you shudder and shake your head, moaning and coming undone beneath his touch. "So perfect for me, Lucky," he growled, leaning down to nip your shoulder as he held you at the edge, your entire body shaking.

"J-Jungkook, please," you breathed, almost at the point of tears. You yourself weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or to keep going, but somehow the assassin knew what you wanted. He slipped his fingers out of you and circled his arm around the front of your shoulders, pressing his digits to your lips. Obediently, you opened your mouth and he slid his fingers between your lips, swirling them around your tongue as you sucked on them, tasting yourself. Jungkook withdrew his fingers and pressed his hand under your chin, lifting your head up and to the side so he could lean down and kiss you deeply, hungrily.

"Fuck, you taste good, sweetheart," he said, running his tongue over his lower lip as he pulled back. Jungkook gave your ass a playful smack as he knelt down on the other side of his bike, letting his hot breath fan over your core and the backs of your thighs. His tongue licked a long stripe from your entrance, up your folds, over your clit, and up to your ass, making you gasp and shudder. He lapped at your wetness, tongue circling around your clit as you panted into your hand and pressed your hips back against his mouth. Immediately, he pulled back, drawing a long, low little whine from your lips. "I said I stop touching you if you move, Lucky."

You let out a soft little sob, biting down on the meat of your thumb and muttering halfway incoherent apologies to the assassin. He stood up and you heard the clink of his belt as he unfastened it, and when you heard the rustle of cloth, it took absolutely everything in your power not to move, not to push your hips back towards him or lift your head to look back at him. You needed him so badly you were nearly on the verge of tears, so when you felt his hand clamp around your hip bone, you let out a low, shuddering breath. "Please, please," you begged, and the tone of your voice made the assassin's cock twitch with need.

"God damn, Lucky," he breathed. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, hot and slick against you. You panted into your hand, legs shaking with the sheer force of will it took to not move your hips. Jungkook was used to hearing people beg; for their lives, for the pain to stop, to be killed. Even when he was with a woman, their pleading was absolutely nothing compared to the way you begged for his cock. It made his head spin, made him want to break you. But Jungkook let out a shuddering breath as he gripped your hip with his right hand, left wrapped around the base of his shaft. Slowly, he pressed forward into you, letting out a long, low groan as your heat enveloped him.

A strained mewl fell from your lips as you bit down hard into your hand, eyes tightly shut as the assassin pushed his cock into you. He was so hard, so thick it felt like you were going to split. You panted into your hand as Jungkook's fingers tightened around your hip. He slowly, so slowly, pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt inside of you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix painfully. You yelped and shuddered, making the assassin growl above you. You shook your head, sucking in a breath as tears stung the corners of your eyes. "Fuck, Kookie," you panted as he slowly shifted his hips from side to side, working his cock into you, getting you used to his form. "God you hurt, but it feel so good," your voice cracked as you spoke, and Jungkook leaned forward, biting the back of your neck as he slowly began to pull out.

"Breathe, Lucky," he said, and you hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath. You bit your bottom lip and nodded rapidly, blowing out a breath as his cock slipped halfway out of you. You shuddered as he pushed back in, hips pushing slowly against your ass. "Good girl, keep breathing, just like that." His free hand wrapped around the back of your neck, fingers squeezing as he thrust back into you. You panted hard, back arched as his hips plunged forward and back with a quickening tempo, his cock sliding easily in and out of your dripping core. "God, you're cunt is so wet for me, sweetheart," he growled, biting his lower lip as he fucked into you.

Tears stung the corners of your eyes as your body finally got used to his girth, and soft, breathy little moans escaped you with each thrust. His cock felt so good, filling you up like this. You rose to your tip toes, back arched, biting your hand, eyes tightly shut. Your breaths came hard, pitched high as Jungkook moved his hand from your hip down your belly, fore and middle fingers slipping against your clit. You gasped and pushed your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, Lucky, I don't know how long I can hold on," Jungkook growled, bending forward to rest his forehead against your back as he increased his rhythm, fingers circling your clit faster and with more pressure. Jungkook bit the back of your neck, his tongue drawing a hot, wet stripe down the side of your throat, drawing a low, needy little moan as he fucked into you.

"Jungkook, please, please, fuck me, let me cum, your cock feels so good, I needed you so badly, please don't stop, I can't take it anymore," you panted. Your legs started shaking as a drivel of words fell from your lips; you weren't even sure what you were saying anymore. But the assassin got the message, ratcheting up the speed of his thrusts and fingers alike. "Fuck, Jungkook, I'm gunn--" He slapped his hand over your mouth and jerked your head back, pulling you up and hyper-extending your back. You half-sobbed into his hand as he sent you careening towards the edge, faster and faster. You panted into his palm as your entire body tightened, heat thrumming through every synapse as stars exploded behind your eyes.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest as he felt your pussy clench around him as you came, and he fucked you straight through your orgasm. The assassin grunted and bit down hard on your shoulder as you felt him fill you with his pleasure, his hand snaking around the column of your throat and squeezing. Your head grew light, heightening your orgasm as his thrusts slowed. You came undone beneath him, becoming a shuddering, shivering mess as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Panting, Jungkook's fingers loosened from your neck, and he rested his forehead between your shoulder blades.

"Fuck," he said.

"Yeah," you agreed with a low little laugh.

After catching your breath for a few minutes, Jungkook helped you clean up and get your clothes settled, gently lifting you up onto the back of his bike with a slight little smirk. He strapped your helmet on and slid onto the front of the bike, waiting until your arms were wrapped around his muscled abdomen before starting up the motorcycle. He nosed it off of the turnout back onto the road, taking the little one-lane slow, enjoying the cool, refreshing air in his sweaty hair.

"Can't say I'll ever look at my bike the same way," he grinned over his shoulder at you. You laughed and tightened your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his back and breathing deeply as he made his way home. You half-dozed while Jungkook drove you both back to the Manor, a smile on your lips the entire way home.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: WOW whoops that was a HELLA long chapter ahahahah. My bad. Though I don't think you thirsty JK simps will mind TOO much

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ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ

Excerpt of TAKEN by the Boss from WattPad and Ao3.

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You regained consciousness two days later. You had been well-looked after. When you cracked open your eyes, it was Yoongi who sat on the edge of your bed and lifted a straw to your lips. You drank the water greedily. He began explaining what had happened as you laid back, groaning. Your ribs were horridly sore, and you had a feeling there were some nice, ugly bruises under your bandages.

Apparently, you'd made it through the barricade. But had been chased for five more miles, through the suburbs. Thanks to JHope and Dae's combined efforts, they were able to lose most of the SUV's, save one. The Charger spun out and crashed into a building, but the SUV had gone into the river, killing everyone inside. Dae had pulled you and JHope out, and the two of you were knocked out. So he went through your phone and called the first number on your history he didn't recognize: Suga's.

"Thanks, Suga," you said, voice hoarse with disuse. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, offering him a tired smile. "I missed you."

Yoongi's hand closed around the thin column of your throat as he leaned forward and captured your mouth. His tongue parted your lips, kissing you hard. Claiming you. Owning you. Your eyes closed and your fingers buried themselves in his hair, a little moan escaping you. The Boss couldn't control himself. He was so worried about you when he got that fucking call. He'd left right in the middle of an important meeting with one of Hansu's Bosses, rushed to your side, thrown you and Hobi into his car, and driven you straight here. He hadn't left your side.

"I need you, Kitten," he said against your lips, hand tightening around your throat. You panted against his mouth as Yoongi slid down beside you, free hand gripping your hip and turning you onto your side. His slender fingers trailed down over your bare thigh, gripped your knee and lifted your leg. You could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing against the curve of your ass. But Suga was never one to rush. The hand around the front of your throat tightened, pulling your head back against his shoulder. Suga dipped his chin, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck. He bit down, sending a wave of pain radiating out.

But his other hand had slipped between your legs, over your panties, fingertips trailing, teasing as they lightly glided up your slit, over your clit, and back down again. You shivered against him, back arched and head swimming as he choked you. He sucked on your neck, marking you as his, for all to see. Mine. His only thought as he slid your panties aside and slipped two fingers inside of you. The way you jerked against him pressed your ass into his cock and he groaned into the curve of your throat, breathing hard. His tongue licked a long stripe up your neck, making you moan, lightheaded.

"You're so wet," he smiled against your neck, your arousal coating his hand as he slid another finger inside of you, stretching you, making you moan. You pant as Yoongi fucked you slowly with his fingers, lifting your hips to match the rhythm of his hand. "Such a good girl, keep fucking yourself with my hand, Kitten." He loved the way you moved against him; he wanted to push his cock into you, break you, fill each of your pretty little holes, but Yoongi needed you to long for him, for his touch and his cock. He loved the way you responded so beautifully, so easily for him.

Suga curled his fingers as he circled your clit with his thumb, the hand around your throat gripping harder, cutting off your breath for a moment. You moaned as his hand slid down the front of your hospital gown and closed around your breast, kneading it hard. His thumb and forefinger pinched your nipple, twisting and pulling, sending electric jolts straight to your pussy. You panted against his lips, hips rising off of the bed as your back arched. "Fuck, Suga, please," you breathed, pressure building inside of you.

The Boss nuzzled into your neck, pressing a hot line of kisses up its curve to breathe into your ear. "Please what, Kitten? Let you come? Put my cock in you? Destroy you?" You moaned at his words, his fingers slick as they slid in and out of you, over and over, thumb pressing on your clit, drawing small circles over it, varying the pressure as he slowed the tempo of his hand. He bit the shell of your ear. "Be specific or I'll choose." The threat in his words made you shudder against him, and Yoongi groaned, cock throbbing against your ass. "Time's up," he said.

His fingers left your nipple and closed around the back of your neck, pushing you forward. You gripped the rail of the hospital bed as he rucked up your gown and jerked your panties down. He pushed himself up to his elbow, slipped his pants down over his hips and took himself in his hand, its head pressing against your entrance. Suga bit your shoulder as his cock speared into you, hard. Your breaths were loud, jagged as the mafioso filled you completely, hot and burying himself to the hilt in you. You shuddered and mewled as he bottomed out, making you ache and pant. Yoongi pulled his hips back slowly and when he was nearly all the way out, sank back into you. Your entire body jerked as his hips hit your ass, his free hand digging into the hollow of your hip.

"I can tell how much you love taking my cock, Kitten," he panted as he thrust into you so hard it hurt. "You're such a mess every time, dripping wet and so fucking needy for me." His words were punctuated by thrusts after every third or forth word, making you groan. The hand around the back of your neck snaked forward, covering your mouth and slipping two fingers between your lips. Yoongi jerked your head back so your back was arched so much you were almost hyper-extended. Your ribs ached terribly, but they mixed with the ache deep inside you, the pleasure washing over you as Suga filled your pussy again and again. His fingers played with your tongue, and you sucked on them greedily as he muffled your moans. "Such a good girl."

Yoongi's hips smacked against your ass as you spiraled higher and higher, panting into his palm, hips writhing to meet his thrusts. Tears streamed down your face from the pain of your ribs, the crescendo he was pushing you towards as he drew his fingers from your mouth and dropped them between your legs, pinching your clit. You bit your pillow to muffle your cries as you forgot how to think, his fingers gliding over the sensitive little nub as he fucked you from behind. "Suga, I'm gunn--" You were cut off as the Boss' hand left your hip to grab your chin, pulling your head back and to the side, kissing you roughly, deeply. His fingers worked your clit and you felt his thrusts quicken. His tongue raked along yours, gliding, swirling, owning your mouth, taking it.

His kiss tipped you over the edge and you moaned into his mouth, coming undone as he fucked you through your orgasm. Shivers wracked your body as you came, pushing your ass hard against his hips. When he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came on his dick, Suga was done. Yoongi groaned and spilled deep into you, filling you, claiming you. He rested his forehead against yours, panting hard, sweat shining on his face. You closed your eyes and caught your breath with him. He sniffed and looked into your eyes, shoulders heaving. Suga pressed a final kiss to your lips.

"I'll go get the doctor," he said, and untangled himself from you, making sure he didn't catch the line of your IV as he got up and got dressed. But before he turned to leave, Suga smiled a warm, bright grin down at you. He bent at the waist and pressed a kiss to one of the many hickeys he'd left on your neck, making you shiver and hum happily in your afterglow. "I'm glad you're okay, Kitten."

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: Ufufufufufuuuuu~ Happy to finally have some more Yoongi smut again, my thirsty thirsty booboo's?! ¬ ‿ ¬

If you'd rather see MC with Namjoon after waking up from the accident, check out the next chapter: ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ. Otherwise, skip to Ch. 38! ♥

[sugafanfics]

ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ

Excerpt of TAKEN by the Boss from WattPad and Ao3

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You regained consciousness two days later. You had been well-looked after. Suga apparently stayed by your side for a whole 36 hours, not sleeping or eating. Just holding your hand. But Tae and Jimin had dragged him off to bed, leaving RM to watch over you. So when you cracked open your eyes, it was Namjoon who sat on the edge of your bed and lifted a straw to your lips. You drank the water greedily. RM began explaining what had happened as you laid back, groaning. Your ribs were horridly sore, and you had a feeling there were some nice, ugly bruises under your bandages.

Apparently, you'd made it through the barricade. But had been chased for five more miles, through the suburbs. Thanks to JHope and Dae's combined efforts, they were able to lose most of the SUV's, save one. The Charger spun out and crashed into a building, but the SUV had gone into the river, killing everyone inside. Dae had pulled you and JHope out, and the two of you were knocked out. So he went through your phone and called the first number on your history he didn't recognize: Namjoon's.

"Thanks, Joon," you said, voice hoarse with disuse. He dimpled a smile at you and reached out, ruffling your hair.

'Just glad you're alright, Doll. I was...really worried," he replied. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "We all were."

"I'm sorry," you said, struggling to sit up. "I didn't mean to worry you guys." RM reached out, slipping his muscled forearm behind your back and easily lifting you up, as if you weighed nothing. "Wait, am I in the hospital," you said, finally realizing where you where. You heard the hissing, the beeping. Smelled the antiseptic and alcohol. Your nose wrinkled as you tried to fight down a surge of anxiety. Failed. Your breaths came fast, shallow. "Get me out of here right now, Namjoon," you said.

"What?" He asked. "Why?"

"Don't like them. Don't want to ever be in them." You reached down to pull the IV catheter from your wrist but Namjoon's large fingers closed around your hand. You shook him off as you felt your panic rising. Jay...All you could think about was looking down at your brother's body in the hospital morgue, half of his face gone from the bullet that entered the back of his head. Again, you tried to rip the IV out. Again, he stopped you. You frantically tried to stand.

"Hey, slow down, Doll," RM stood up, towering over you, as he gripped each of your wrists in his hands and pushed them down into the bed, sinking to a knee between your legs. "Easy."

"Let me up," you said, jerking under him and shaking your head.

"Calm down first, let the nurses check you out, let the doctor discharge you, and I will." You tried to fight him, but it was literally pointless; he was way bigger than you. So you sucked in a couple of breaths, trying to calm down. "Good girl," he said. "Keep breathing." You did, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had almost died. You were stuck in a hospital. Namjoon was holding you down, keeping you here.

Wait.

Namjoon was...holding you down.

Your brain caught up and flickered to life as it recognized the signals it was receiving. Now your breathing was heavy for a little bit of a different reason. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks and you swallowed hard. Namjoon noticed and paused to look down. To his hands wrapped around your wrists. His leg between yours. Back to your eyes. His cheek dimpled as a little smirk curved his lips.

"This kinda thing make you hot, Doll?" He questioned. His voice was...different. There was something in it you hadn't heard before. A snap. A command to answer. The knee between your legs sank a little deeper into the bed as RM shifted his weight so that it pressed against the junction of your thighs. You inhaled sharply, shaking your head. "No?" He asked, his grip on your wrists tightening, muscled forearms flexing. You swallowed hard, feeling butterflies explode in your belly as his face lowered towards yours.

RM paused so that his full lips were only a scant inch above your own.

"I think you're lying," he said. He could see the way your breathing quickened. Felt it when your hips shifted ever-so-slightly to push your core against his knee. Saw the heat rise to your cheeks. Heard the hitch in your breath. "Are you lying to me?"

He was holding himself up off your body so the only part of him that touched you were the hands pinning your wrists, his fingers now splayed flat against the bed, all his weight on them and the knee between your thighs. Since the first time he'd hugged you, you'd wondered how it would feel to have him over you. But not like this. A little whine escaped your throat. Wanting more contact. More touch. Namjoon tsked. "Use your words, Doll."

"Yes," you said, "I'm lying to you."

"Mm," he hummed, "Thought so. What am I supposed to do about that? You know, lying to a lawyer is perjury. But lying to a mobster?" RM tutted, his dark gaze glimmering. The mobster's pupils were dilated with lust as he looked down at you, his eyes heavy and half-lidded.

"Way worse, Doll." His voice was playful, teasing. But with an edge to it. You licked your lower lip, biting it and averting your eyes from the pressure of his gaze. It was too strong.

You shivered a little at the threat in them. He felt it. Saw the need in your gaze before you looked away. Fuck, you were so submissive that it made his cock ache. RM tipped his head to the side and moved as if to kiss you, stopping just short once again. The low, breathy little whine of disappointment you made was intoxicating to his ears. "I think you should apologize."

He spoke so close to your mouth you could almost taste him. You swallowed audibly, breathing fast. Shallow. The way he loomed over you, the power of his mere presence alone was turning you on all on its own. Never mind his words.

"I'm sorry," you breathed. But he shook his head, and a sharp yip of surprise was torn from your throat when his hand snapped from your wrist to your thigh, turning you over effortlessly. He slipped a hand between you and the bed, jerking upwards under your hip bones to lift your ass in the air. You felt his other hand close around the back of your neck.

"Not good enough," was all he said. Your heart was in your throat, your stomach flipped, your head was swimming. You panted into the pillow and yelped as you felt his hand collide with the curve of your ass. Numbness, then a sharp, stinging pain.

Your whole body jerked from the force of it and a groan was torn from you as you shut your eyes tightly and bit the pillow, stifling a cry as his hand came down again. You breathed hard, body shaking as his large hand rubbed the red spot on your ass, soothing away the sting a bit. "There," he hummed. "That's an apology Daddy's happy with."

Again, you felt RM's muscled arm wrap around your hips, and again, he turned you over, careful not to snag your IV line. Namjoon resumed his earlier position: knee between your thighs, hands on either side of your hips, but only his left one closed around your wrist.

He saw the tears in your eyes and dimpled a smile down at you, leaning forward to press his lips to the corner of your right eye. He brushed your hair out of your face with his free hand, curling his forefinger under your chin and lifting it, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Say 'Thank you, Daddy,'" he said.

"Thank you, D-Daddy," you stumbled on the last word. It felt foreign in your mouth. But when you saw the way he reacted, your pussy throbbed. His eyes grew heavy, half-lidded as he bit his lower lip.

"Such a good, beautiful little Doll for me," he said, and rewarded you for your obedience. His lips covered yours, hot and hungry. Your eyes closed as his tongue swept between your lips, tasting you, kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, spurring him on. His free hand rose between you, large hand encircling your throat with ease as his considerable weight settled onto you for the first time. It made your bruised ribs twinge and a little whine escaped you; the pain of the ache mixed and twined with his kiss, the heat he was sending through you, the wetness between your thighs. Made you want him more.

Namjoon's fingers slid down the curve of your throat, skimming lightly over the thin cotton of the hospital gown. His large palm slid between your breasts, down your belly, and further still. He bit your lower lip and sucked on it until it hurt. You writhed beneath him, as your pussy throbbed, panting into his mouth.

"Daddy, please," you breathed against his mouth. You yourself didn't even know what you were asking for; all you knew was that you wanted more of him. Needed more. A low groan fell from his lips at your words, and Namjoon's hand slipped between your legs, felt the damp spot on your panties. He pulled back from the kiss, a growl rising from his chest. You felt it vibrate in your bones as he looked down at you, gaze hot, fingers stilled over your panties after the swiftest, softest touch.

"RM, please... don't stop," you pleaded. He didn't respond. You squirmed under him, desperately needing the friction of his fingers between your legs. He simply pushed a hip into your stomach, dropping his weight on you, forcing you to be still. You breathed hard, your need for him making your head spin, frustrated at the loss of his touch and him holding you still. You whined and tipped your chin up, pressing your lips to his clavicle, his. "Daddy, please," you finally got it, saying what Namjoon needed to hear.

RM's fingers pulled your panties to the side and he drove two deep inside of you without warning. You gasped and clutched his shoulder, nails digging deep into the fabric of his shirt as he buried his digits down to the knuckles. His touch was so aggressive, so unrestrained as he pushed into you that it made stars burst behind your eyes. This was the first time someone's fingers had hurt, but the harmony of the dull ache and the throbs of pleasure flung you to new heights.

Your head tipped back, eyes closing as a low moan was pulled from your throat, and Namjoon growled in response. His fore and middle fingers scissored deep inside of your core, and you let out a shuddering gasp as he slowly, torturously slid them out, pressing a kiss to the curve of your throat.

You yelped in surprise when the mafioso grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up, detaching himself from you as he leveled a stare that made it clear he expected his next words to be obeyed. "Stay there," he growled. You swallowed and blinked, pupils blown with lust as you nodded.

Namjoon unclasped his belt and slipped it from the beltloops encircling the hips of his expensive suit pants. You swayed slightly, pussy clenching and stomach flipping as he met your eyes and winked. RM's cheeks dimpled as he flashed you a quick, small little smile. Butterflies erupted in your belly; that sexy wink, those full lips grinning just for you made your head spin.

The lawyer levered himself up off the bed, and you watched, mouth watering as he reached down and gripped the bottom of his tight shirt, pulling it up and off his torso. Your gaze drank in the hard planes and angles of his muscled frame hungrily, your breaths coming quick and shallow. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as your gaze caressed his clavicle, over his broad, curved chest and down each individual abdominal muscle.

Namjoon had paused, allowing you to appreciate the care and work he'd taken to maintain his sturdy physique, but after too short a time, he took two long strides around behind you. His hand pulled first one wrist behind your back, threading it through his belt. Then the other. Cinched it down so that the leather bit tightly into your skin. Slipped a finger under it, then unfastened his pants and strode back to you, his large cock in his hand.

He reached out and cupped the back of your head, pulling you forward to the edge of the bed. You could see a bead of precum leaking from the head of his cock and without prompting, you leaned forward and took him in your mouth. Namjoon groaned above you. "Fuck." You could feel him throbbing as his cock completely filled your mouth. He was big, pressing against the back of your throat before you were ready. "Relax." You opened your jaw and he sawed his hips side to side, working his dick into your throat. You breathed carefully around his girth as he shuddered. "Good, Doll," he rumbled.

And pushed all the way in. Your shoulders tensed and you let out a little moan against him, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back, hips drawing back. And he slammed forward into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged around him but breathed through your nose, and would've toppled backwards if he hadn't been holding you in place. Without your hands to brace against his thighs or hips, you were completely at RM's mercy. And he didn't have much as he fucked your throat.

You felt his large hand tighten and force your head back as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, pumping it in his hand as he looked down at your face. "So beautiful when you're all fucked out. Open," he said, shuddering. He grunted as he came into your mouth, your chest heaving as you looked up at his broad frame. You swallowed the result of his pleasure and Namjoon dimpled a smile at you, bending at the waist to press a kiss to your lips as he zipped himself up and released your wrists from the bite of his belt.

You breathed out and fell against his muscled abdomen, and he ruffled your hair. "I'll go get the nurse, Doll." You watched him shrug on his shirt and walk out, a smile on your lips. Fuck, he was hot. And you desperately needed more of him.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: WHEW whaaaatt ahahah that was a tiiiitttchhhlonger than I had originally intended akdjnabnssks. If you'd rather see MC with Yoongi after waking up from the accident, check out the previous chapter: ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ♥

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ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ

An excerpt from ＴＡＫＥＮ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴏss on WattPad and Ao3.

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You regained consciousness two days later. You had been well-looked after. Suga apparently stayed by your side for a whole 36 hours, not sleeping or eating. Just holding your hand. But Tae and Jimin had dragged him off to bed, leaving RM to watch over you. So when you cracked open your eyes, it was Namjoon who sat on the edge of your bed and lifted a straw to your lips. You drank the water greedily. RM began explaining what had happened as you laid back, groaning. Your ribs were horridly sore, and you had a feeling there were some nice, ugly bruises under your bandages.

Apparently, you'd made it through the barricade. But had been chased for five more miles, through the suburbs. Thanks to JHope and Dae's combined efforts, they were able to lose most of the SUV's, save one. The Charger spun out and crashed into a building, but the SUV had gone into the river, killing everyone inside. Dae had pulled you and JHope out, and the two of you were knocked out. So he went through your phone and called the first number on your history he didn't recognize: Namjoon's.

"Thanks, Joon," you said, voice hoarse with disuse. He dimpled a smile at you and reached out, ruffling your hair.

'Just glad you're alright, Doll. I was...really worried," he replied. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "We all were."

"I'm sorry," you said, struggling to sit up. "I didn't mean to worry you guys." RM reached out, slipping his muscled forearm behind your back and easily lifting you up, as if you weighed nothing. "Wait, am I in the hospital," you said, finally realizing where you where. You heard the hissing, the beeping. Smelled the antiseptic and alcohol. Your nose wrinkled as you tried to fight down a surge of anxiety. Failed. Your breaths came fast, shallow. "Get me out of here right now, Namjoon," you said.

"What?" He asked. "Why?"

"Don't like them. Don't want to ever be in them." You reached down to pull the IV catheter from your wrist but Namjoon's large fingers closed around your hand. You shook him off as you felt your panic rising. Jay...All you could think about was looking down at your brother's body in the hospital morgue, half of his face gone from the bullet that entered the back of his head. Again, you tried to rip the IV out. Again, he stopped you. You frantically tried to stand.

"Hey, slow down, Doll," RM stood up, towering over you, as he gripped each of your wrists in his hands and pushed them down into the bed, sinking to a knee between your legs. "Easy."

"Let me up," you said, jerking under him and shaking your head.

"Calm down first, let the nurses check you out, let the doctor discharge you, and I will." You tried to fight him, but it was literally pointless; he was way bigger than you. So you sucked in a couple of breaths, trying to calm down. "Good girl," he said. "Keep breathing." You did, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had almost died. You were stuck in a hospital. Namjoon was holding you down, keeping you here.

Wait.

Namjoon was...holding you down.

Your brain caught up and flickered to life as it recognized the signals it was receiving. Now your breathing was heavy for a little bit of a different reason. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks and you swallowed hard. Namjoon noticed and paused to look down. To his hands wrapped around your wrists. His leg between yours. Back to your eyes. His cheek dimpled as a little smirk curved his lips.

"This kinda thing make you hot, Doll?" He questioned. His voice was...different. There was something in it you hadn't heard before. A snap. A command to answer. The knee between your legs sank a little deeper into the bed as RM shifted his weight so that it pressed against the junction of your thighs. You inhaled sharply, shaking your head. "No?" He asked, his grip on your wrists tightening, muscled forearms flexing. You swallowed hard, feeling butterflies explode in your belly as his face lowered towards yours.

RM paused so that his full lips were only a scant inch above your own.

"I think you're lying," he said. He could see the way your breathing quickened. Felt it when your hips shifted ever-so-slightly to push your core against his knee. Saw the heat rise to your cheeks. Heard the hitch in your breath. "Are you lying to me?"

He was holding himself up off your body so the only part of him that touched you were the hands pinning your wrists, his fingers now splayed flat against the bed, all his weight on them and the knee between your thighs. Since the first time he'd hugged you, you'd wondered how it would feel to have him over you. But not like this. A little whine escaped your throat. Wanting more contact. More touch. Namjoon tsked. "Use your words, Doll."

"Yes," you said, "I'm lying to you."

"Mm," he hummed, "Thought so. What am I supposed to do about that? You know lying to a lawyer is perjury. But lying to a mobster?" RM tutted, his dark gaze glimmering. The mobster's pupils were dilated with lust as he looked down at you, his eyes heavy and half-lidded.

"Way worse, Doll." His voice was playful, teasing. But with an edge to it. You licked your lower lip, biting it and averting your eyes from the pressure of his gaze. It was too strong.

You shivered a little at the threat in them. He felt it. Saw the need in your gaze before you looked away. Fuck, you were so submissive that it made his cock ache. RM tipped his head to the side and moved as if to kiss you, stopping just short once again. The low, breathy little whine of disappointment you made was intoxicating to his ears. "I think you should apologize."

He spoke so close to your mouth you could almost taste him. You swallowed audibly, breathing fast. Shallow. The way he loomed over you, the power of his mere presence alone was turning you on all on its own. Never mind his words.

"I'm sorry," you breathed. But he shook his head, and a sharp yip of surprise was torn from your throat when his hand snapped from your wrist to your thigh, turning you over effortlessly. He slipped a hand between you and the bed, jerking upwards under your hip bones to lift your ass in the air. You felt his other hand close around the back of your neck.

"Not good enough," was all he said. Your heart was in your throat, your stomach flipped, your head was swimming. You panted into the pillow and yelped as you felt his hand collide with the curve of your ass. Numbness, then a sharp, stinging pain.

Your whole body jerked from the force of it and a groan was torn from you as you shut your eyes tightly and bit the pillow, stifling a cry as his hand came down again. You breathed hard, body shaking as his large hand rubbed the red spot on your ass, soothing away the sting a bit. "There," he hummed. "That's an apology Daddy's happy with."

Again, you felt RM's muscled arm wrap around your hips, and again, he turned you over, careful not to snag your IV line. Namjoon resumed his earlier position: knee between your thighs, hands on either side of your hips, but only his left one closed around your wrist.

He saw the tears in your eyes and dimpled a smile down at you, leaning forward to press his lips to the corner of your right eye. He brushed your hair out of your face with his free hand, curling his forefinger under your chin and lifting it, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Say 'Thank you, Daddy,'" he said.

"Thank you, D-Daddy," you stumbled on the last word. It felt foreign in your mouth. But when you saw the way he reacted, your pussy throbbed. His eyes grew heavy, half-lidded as he bit his lower lip.

"Such a good, beautiful little Doll for me," he said, and rewarded you for your obedience. His lips covered yours, hot and hungry. Your eyes closed as his tongue swept between your lips, tasting you, kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, spurring him on. His free hand rose between you, large hand encircling your throat with ease as his considerable weight settled onto you for the first time. It made your bruised ribs twinge and a little whine escaped you; the pain of the ache mixed and twined with his kiss, the heat he was sending through you, the wetness between your thighs. Made you want him more.

Namjoon's fingers slid down the curve of your throat, skimming lightly over the thin cotton of the hospital gown. His large palm slid between your breasts, down your belly, and further still. He bit your lower lip and sucked on it until it hurt. You writhed beneath him, as your pussy throbbed, panting into his mouth.

"Daddy, please," you breathed against his mouth. You yourself didn't even know what you were asking for; all you knew was that you wanted more of him. Needed more. A low groan fell from his lips at your words, and Namjoon's hand slipped between your legs, felt the damp spot on your panties. He pulled back from the kiss, a growl rising from his chest. You felt it vibrate in your bones as he looked down at you, gaze hot, fingers stilled over your panties after the swiftest, softest touch.

"RM, please... don't stop," you pleaded. He didn't respond. You squirmed under him, desperately needing the friction of his fingers between your legs. He simply pushed a hip into your stomach, dropping his weight on you, forcing you to be still. You breathed hard, your need for him making your head spin, frustrated at the loss of his touch and him holding you still. You whined and tipped your chin up, pressing your lips to his clavicle, his. "Daddy, please," you finally got it.

RM's fingers pulled your panties to the side and he drove two deep inside of you without warning. You gasped and clutched his shoulder, nails digging deep into the fabric of his shirt as he buried his digits down to the knuckles. His touch was so aggressive, so unrestrained as he pushed into you that it made stars burst behind your eyes. This was the first time someone's fingers had hurt, but the harmony of the dull ache and the throbs of pleasure flung you to new heights.

Your head tipped back, eyes closing as a low moan was pulled from your throat, and Namjoon growled in response. His fore and middle fingers scissored deep inside of your core, and you let out a shuddering gasp as he slowly, torturously slid them out, pressing a kiss to the curve of your throat.

You yelped in surprise when the mafioso grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up, detaching himself from you as he leveled a stare that made it clear he expected his next words to be obeyed. "Stay there," he growled. You swallowed and blinked, pupils blown with lust as you nodded.

Namjoon unclasped his belt and slipped it from the beltloops encircling the hips of his expensive suit pants. You swayed slightly, pussy clenching and stomach flipping as he met your eyes and winked. RM's cheeks dimped as he flashed you a quick, small little smile. Butterflies erupted in your belly; that sexy wink, those full lips grinning just for you made your head spin.

The lawyer levered himself up off the bed, and you watched, mouth watering as he reached down and gripped the bottom of his tight shirt, pulling it up and off his torso. Your gaze drank in the hard planes and angles of his muscled frame hungrily, your breaths coming quick and shallow. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as your gaze caressed his clavicle, over his broad, curved chest and down each individual abdominal muscle.

Namjoon had paused, allowing you to appreciate the care and work he'd taken to maintain his sturdy physique, but after too short a time, he took two long strides around behind you. His hand pulled first one wrist behind your back, threading it through his belt. Then the other. Cinched it down so that the leather bit tightly into your skin. Slipped a finger under it, then unfastened his pants and strode back to you, his large cock in his hand.

He reached out and cupped the back of your head, pulling you forward to the edge of the bed. You could see a bead of precum leaking from the head of his cock and without prompting, you leaned forward and took him in your mouth. Namjoon groaned above you. "Fuck." You could feel him throbbing as his cock completely filled your mouth. He was big, pressing against the back of your throat before you were ready. "Relax." You opened your jaw and he sawed his hips side to side, working his dick into your throat. You breathed carefully around his girth as he shuddered. "Good, Doll," he rumbled.

And pushed all the way in. Your shoulders tensed and you let out a little moan against him, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back, hips drawing back. And he slammed forward into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged around him but breathed through your nose, and would've toppled backwards if he hadn't been holding you in place. Without your hands to brace against his thighs or hips, you were completely at RM's mercy. And he didn't have much as he fucked your throat.

You felt his large hand tighten and force your head back as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, pumping it in his hand as he looked down at your face. "So beautiful when you're all fucked out. Open," he said, shuddering. He grunted as he came into your mouth, your chest heaving as you looked up at his broad frame. You swallowed the result of his pleasure and Namjoon dimpled a smile at you, bending at the waist to press a kiss to your lips as he zipped himself up and released your wrists from the bite of his belt.

You breathed out and fell against his muscled abdomen, and he ruffled your hair. "I'll go get the nurse, Doll." You watched him shrug on his shirt and walk out, a smile on your lips. Fuck, he was hot. And you desperately needed more of him.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: WHEW whaaaatt ahahah that was a tiiiitttchhhlonger than I had originally intended akdjnabnssks. If you'd rather see MC with Yoongi after waking up from the accident, check out the previous chapter: ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ: ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ♥

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ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ

An excerpt of TAKEN by the Boss from Ao3 and WattPad.

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You blinked, surprised when Yoongi passed the door to his office. You figured he would want to debrief you about everything you'd heard, everything that had happened when you were being held captive by your Uncle. You asked him where you were going, but he didn't reply; just dragged you along behind him, strides long, filled with purpose. He led you to the wing where the bedrooms of the Inner Circle were -- yours included -- and you let out a breath as Suga neared your door.

Of course. He probably wants me to rest firs--

Nope.

You were dragged past your door, and Suga turned the knob to his room, shouldering open the door and dragging you in behind him. The moment you were past the threshold, he kicked the door closed behind him. You felt your heart rise to your throat as Yoongi's fingers closed around your neck. He looked down at you, breathing heavily, his dark eyes hard.

"Hyunjin touched you. Hit you." It wasn't a question. You swallowed and frowned. Nodded. "Kookie told me. We have him. Downstairs." Suga rolled his tongue, the anger coming off of him in waves.

"They had to stop me from slitting his throat," he continued. Your chest rose and fell quickly; he was so close. So angry. You licked your lips and nodded again. "I wanted to feel his blood on my hands. Look into his eyes as the life drained out of him." Yoongi raised his free hand and traced your lips with his forefinger. "Because of you."

"Suga," You said, swallowing hard around the lump in your throat. "I'm alright."

"He hurt you, Kitten," the Boss snarled. You felt the rumble in your chest as his long, slender fingers traced the angry red and purple bruise on your cheek, his touch feather-light. "I'm so sorry I let them take you from us. From me," you could hear the emotion in his voice, and you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice. More importantly," you said, "you saved me. Where I was going, what I was facing..." You shuddered, and Yoongi wrapped you in his arms as you shook your head, feeling all the emotion from the last five days -- the anxiety, the rage, the fear, the despair -- finally wash over you. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come for me." You looked up and met his dark eyes. "Thank you, Yoongi."

At your words, Yoongi's head dipped and he covered your mouth with his own, tongue forcing its way between your lips, tasting you. He claimed your mouth as his, arms tightening around you so much your ribs hurt as he kissed you. You felt your knees weaken, a wave of heat and want and need pulsing behind your gut. "Suga," you moaned against his chapped lips. As if his name were some unspoken signal between the two of you, the Boss reached down and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, eliciting a small yip of surprise from you.

He took five long strides and dropped you down onto the white comforter on his bed, reaching up to loosen the tie around his throat. He slipped it off his neck and threw it to the side, running his tongue along his lower lip as he stood looking down at you. You panted, meeting his hot gaze, feeling butterflies explode in your belly.

"Fuck, Kitten," he muttered as he sank down on top of you, scooping up your wrists in one of his hands. He jerked your hands high above your head, making you grunt, and leaned on his other elbow, smirking down at you. "I wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you," he said, "and you started distracting me so badly. I kept telling myself that if I just got you off, I'd get it out of my system." He rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his free hand tracing your lips, the line of your jaw, slipping down the curve of your throat. Over your collarbones and pausing at the top of the dress your Uncle had made you put on after showering.

It was a pretty thing; all black, with lace and frills and ties going down your ribs, showing just enough skin to tease. Suga looked down at you, and you felt the heat of his dark eyes as his gaze traveled your curves. The pressure of it made you squirm under him, and you gasped when the space between you instantaneously disappeared, not that there was much to begin with. His muscled chest pressed against your own as he slipped between your legs, kissing you deeply. His teeth bit down on your lower lip, sucking on it hungrily. Your eyes closed as you kissed him back, wanting to wrap your arms around him, but your hands were still held above your head. Yoongi pulled back and pressed a hot line of kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your jaw, to the curve of your neck.

"Where did he kiss you, Kitten?" His voice was rough, filled with grit and rage and poison.

"R-Right there," you replied.

Yoongi growled as he bit your neck, free hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. His teeth sank deep into your flesh and you threw your head back, letting out a pained mewl; but fuck if it didn't drive you wild. The Boss sucked on your tender skin, his hand sliding down to jerk the straps of your dress from your shoulders as he left his mark on you for all to see. He snapped the front of your dress down to your belly, baring the curve of your breasts, and lifted up to an elbow, smirking proudly down at your neck. He surveyed his handiwork.

"There. Now you belong to me again," he growled, biting his lower lip as he looked down at you. You felt an ache deep in your core at the way he looked at you. The way Suga wanted -- needed -- you to belong to him, the way his dark eyes bored deep into your own.

"I always did," you replied, and you weren't prepared for the way your words enflamed him. Suga released your hands, gripping your dress and ripping it, right down the middle. You yelped in surprise, but his mouth covered your own, turning it into a moan as his hand cupped your breast, thumb sliding back and forth over your nipple. Yoongi devoured you as you writhed beneath him, pushing his suit jacket off of his broad shoulders. He shrugged out of it and rested on his knee as he unbuttoned his shirt from the top. You yanked it out of the waistband of his pants and started unbuttoning from the bottom, meeting his long, slender fingers in the middle at his sternum. He whisked his shirt off and threw it onto the floor, falling back down on top of you. Hot.

His skin was so warm, almost fevered, against your own. It made you gasp in delight. Your eyes fluttered closed as Suga's lips closed around your nipple, tongue swiping, making your back arch. You draped your forearm over your face, biting down on your wrist as the Boss tore your dress the rest of the way, dragging it down your waist. You lifted your butt off the bed so he could slide it off your hips, and it pooled on the floor in a ball of black silk and lace. Yoongi stepped on it purposefully before he knelt between your legs, eyes watching you as he drew his fingers up your damp panties, biting his lower lip at your expression.

"Look at me, Kitten," he said. You couldn't help but obey the command in his tone; you opened your eyes and met his gaze, chest heaving with each panting breath. You had barely felt his touch, and yet you were already on the edge, just from the barest touch of his fingers over your clothed clit and the force of his gaze. "Such a good girl. You're about to come undone, aren't you?" Suga smirked down at you as he slipped his hand inside your panties, fingers slicking down your core. "So wet for me when I've barely touched you." He lowered his weight down on you, muscled chest pressing hard against your own as he kissed the corner of your mouth. He slipped two fingers inside of you and you inhaled sharply, head tipping back. "Did you miss me that much, babygirl?"

"Mmh," you couldn't find words as his fingers curled inside of you, a wave of heat pouring through you. You slid your hand down, fingers unbuttoning the Boss' skinny jeans; you could feel his hard length pressing into your thigh. You needed him more than anything else right now. His free hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging your hand up to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, lifting up to his knees, fingers inside of you pausing. You let out a little whine.

"You're going to let me lead, Kitten. Don't rush me. Understand?" His voice snapped, making your stomach flip. You swallowed.

"Yes," you replied.

"Yes, what?" He arched an eyebrow at you, and you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

"Yes, Sir," you said.

"Good girl." He bit his lower lip and smirked down at you. Yoongi's weight pressed into you once more, pushing you down into the bed, and he captured your mouth with his own, fore and middle fingers resuming their attention. He bit the curve of your throat, trapped your nipple between his teeth, tongue circling as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly -- so, so slowly -- it made you ache, and you squirmed beneath the mafioso. You arched your back, pushing your hips down against his hand as you let out a low groan.

"Suga, please," you breathed, "I can't take this."

"You can, Kitten," he kissed you. "You will. You don't have a choice."

You whined and gripped the comforter beneath you, snapping your head to the side and closing your eyes tightly shut. Yoongi slipped a third finger inside of you, stretching you, making you gasp and shudder. His tongue traced your lips, licked down the front of your throat, kissed the hollow of your clavicle. He left a hot trail of kisses down between your breasts, across the plane of your stomach, and withdrew his fingers from you. He slipped your panties off of you, and you gently kicked them off, panting.

"Please," you asked.

"Mmm," Suga hummed as he kissed the inside of your thigh. It was so hard for him to hide how his blood was boiling, his head swimming from the closeness of you, the smell and feel of you. All he wanted to do was bury his cock to the hilt inside of you, but he hadn't become Boss of the Bangtans by being impatient. He wanted to enjoy this. He loved the way you looked beneath him; so helpless, body yielding and obeying his every touch. Like he thought when he first met you, a wonderfully natural submissive. Your hair fell over the curve of your bare shoulders, head tipped to the side with your eyes shut so tight Yoongi saw a tear. He smiled. You were so beautiful. Especially like this. "You have been good for me, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have, Sir," you nodded frantically, opening your eyes and wrapping your arms around his back, nails trailing along his bare shoulder blades. "Suga, please," you breathed.

"Please what?" The Boss' tongue ran in a long stripe up your slit, tasting your need for him. He suppressed a shudder as his cock twitched at the taste of you. Fuck. He couldn't hold back much longer. Breath hot against your clit, he lifted his chin to look up at you from between your legs. "Please what, Kitten?"

"Fuck me," you whined. "Suga, please, I need you so badly I can't stand it." Tears kissed the corners of your eyes. Yoongi pressed a kiss to your clit and levered himself up on an elbow, a corner of his mouth lifting in a small smirk at the expression on your face.

"Such a wanton little slut for me, aren't you?" He licked his chapped lips. "Only for me, Kitten." He reached down and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the belt loops of his distressed skinny jeans, tossing it to the head of the bed. It landed with a happy little clink as Suga unbuttoned his pants and peeled them off, cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs. You eyed its outline, breathing hard, wanting to reach out for him, guide him into you, kiss him. But you remembered his order and stifled a sob; much longer and he was going to have you literally crying from need. "Say it," he said, bringing your eyes back to his.

"Only for you, Suga."

He growled and slipped out of his underwear, kicking them off. He stood for a moment, shoulders heaving as he looked down at you, willing and waiting for him. You took the time to admire his cock; perfect, like the rest of him. Suga smirked down at you, noticing where your eyes came to rest. He slowly lowered himself down between your legs, levering himself up on an elbow. The hard planes of his chest pressed against the soft curves of your own as he gripped his thick cock at its base and guided it to your slit. Your lifted your hips, wanting him inside of you more than anything.

"Ah, ah," he growled. "Be good."

"Fuck." Head swimming with need for him, you groaned in frustration and dropped your head back against his bed, draping your arm over your eyes. "Yoongi," you whined, "please, I can't take it anymore."

"Good," he replied, chapped lips brushing against your own. "I love hearing you beg for my thick cock, Kitten." His words made your stomach clench, and he rubbed his dick up your slit, your slick wetness coating him from head to base. You moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hardness against your clit and you felt him shudder on top of you.

"Suga, please," you breathed. You felt the shiver that coursed through him. Good. Serves him right. At least it wasn't just you going out of your fucking mind because of him holding back like this. Panting, you trailed your hands down his back, across his ribs, along the sharp V of his hips, around to the curve of his ass as he grinded against you, teasing you. Each time he pulled back, the head of his cock started to enter you, but he'd pull his hips back and slide himself up your core. You were so wet you were literally dripping. You shook your head, entire body shaking with barely-suppressed want, need for him. You threw your head back, eyes closed as you begged, "Suga, fuck me already, pleas-"

The Boss' tongue wet his lips as he slid a hand around your throat. Squeezed. He thrust into you and stars exploded behind your eyes.

Involuntarily, your nails dug into his shoulders, making him growl. He gripped your chin and jerked your head to the side as he slipped into you, biting down hard on your neck as he buried his cock to the hilt inside of you. Your breathing came hard and fast, back arching, hips pushing yourself up against him, fingers crooked into claws as they bit deep into his back. His girth stretched you almost-painfully and you panted, biting his shoulder, a moan torn from your throat as he came to a slow stop, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

"Alright, babygirl?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah, give me a second, please?" It had been a while since you'd seen any action besides your own fingers and the occasional vibrator.

"Breathe, Kitten," Suga murmured against the curve of your throat as he settled his weight on top of you, slowly shifting his hips from side to side, getting your body used to his cock. You groaned into his shoulder. "Good?" He couldn't hold back for much longer, whether he hurt you or not. As it was, his head was swimming, sheathed in your wet warmth. He breathed hard, wanting to fucking destroy you. But he took his own advice and sucked in a long, slow breath and let it out, centering himself.

"Yes, Sir," you licked your lips and nodded, forcing yourself to relax. "T-Thank you." You were a bit ashamed you needed a moment; it had been so long. Yoongi saw the heat creep up your cheeks and grinned; you were cute when you were embarrassed. But then he saw the bruise of Hyunjin's fist on your cheek and he snarled, low and deep. You felt the rumble in your own chest.

"Good, because I can't hold myself back from breaking you any longer," he said. His hips pulled back and he thrust down into you, deep. So deep. You gasped and bit his shoulder again, clinging to his back. "Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good. So wet for me," he muttered against your neck as his cock pumped into you, drawing breathy moans from your lips with each thrust. "Mmm," he hummed, the hand wrapped around your throat tightening, slowing the blood flow to your brain, making you float. "Say my name, Kitten."

"Suga," you mewled against the curve of his muscled shoulder, head swimming, body shaking under him as he fucked you, hard and fast, rough and deep. High moans were dragged from your throat as the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you, and he panted, smirking against your neck when he heard the change in your breathing.

"Here, babygirl?" Again, his cock hit your g-spot, and you gasped, head tipping back. "Yeah, right there, huh, Kitten?" Suga shifted his weight, pushing himself halfway up so he could fuck you better, hitting that place inside that sent wave after wave after wave of heat and pleasure spiking through your veins. He brought his free hand up to your mouth and slipped his fingers between your lips. "Look at me," he commanded. You obeyed, your tongue wrapped around his fingers, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he pulled them away. He dropped his now-wet fingers to your core and drew circles over your clit, making your legs shake, and his eyes never left your own. "Feel good, hmm?" When you didn't answer, Suga's hips slowed, then came to a stop, making you whine and writhe against him. "Answer me."

"Yes, yes, Suga, it feels good, don't stop, forfuck'ssake," you said, shaking your head. His hand dropped from your throat to press down on the hollow of your hip, stilling your movement. You panted and glared up at him, close to the edge, wanting, needing him to keep going. "Please, Suga, don't stop," you begged.

"Oh, such a good, polite little Kitten, aren't you?" The mafioso resumed thrusting into you, making you tip your head back as you moaned. His mouth covered your own, capturing the soft, breathy little sounds you were making as he kissed you deeply. His tongue raked against your own, circling it before he bit your lower lip, pushing so deep into you that it ached. He pulled out and resumed his earlier tempo, bringing you right back to that wonderful, delicious edge. His dark eyes watched you, noticed. He held you there.

"Suga, please, let me cum," you said, breathless, head spinning, legs shaking as you tucked your feet around his thighs, nails biting deep into his shoulders. You could barely string a thought together, let alone enough words to beg him to let you finish. It took more of an effort than you wanted to admit. The mafioso growled as his tongue swiped over your nipple, fingers quickening over your clit, thrusting into you quicker.

"Since you asked so nicely," he grunted, running his tongue over his lower lip and blowing out a breath he'd been holding since the moment he first touched you.

Your breaths came fast and loud on each inhale as Yoongi played your body like his piano: cock, fingers and tongue all working you up to the edge of pleasure and pushing you over it effortlessly. You bit down hard into his shoulder, nails digging so deep into his back you drew blood as you came, and he fucked you right through your orgasm. Yoongi pressed his chapped lips to your own, capturing your moans, keeping them all for himself as you writhed under him, senseless with ecstasy and warmth. Your pussy clenching in pleasure as you came around his cock threw him headfirst over the ledge after you and his hips bucked as he finished.

You felt the Boss shudder on top of you, felt the heat as he spilled into you, and you turned your head to the side, trying to catch your breath. Yoongi's chest heaved against your own as his muscled frame sank its weight down onto you for a few moments, the mafioso resting his forehead against your own before pressing a light kiss to your nose. Suga groaned and pulled out of you, rising to his knees between your legs. You watched him as his chin lifted, meeting your gaze with a small little smile, his head tipping back and dark eyes closing as he panted.

God, he's gorgeous. Your first coherent thought. Suga grabbed his boxer-briefs and slid into them, hooking your panties from the floor with his finger and kneeling at the edge of your bed. Almost in worship, the most notorious, feared man in the Three Cities slid them onto your legs and up over your hips, crawling up onto the bed next to you once they were back on. Yoongi grabbed your wrist and dragged you up to the head of the bed beside him, tossing his belt onto the floor.

"Come here, beautiful," he said, "Rest for a while." You nodded tiredly, exhaustion and afterglow dripping from your bones. You smiled sleepily up at him before nestling your cheek against his chest, laying on your side and draping your leg over his hips. Suga tucked his hand around your thigh and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, carding his fingers through your tangled hair, working the knots out as you closed your eyes. He laid back and thought of the Bangtan Boys, the Hoodlum Squad, the future, and you as you lay beside him. "Sleep, Kitten," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you started drifting off to sleep.

After he was sure you had dozed off entirely, Yoongi scoffed a little laugh; it was quiet, self-depricating.

"When did I fall so hard for you?"

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ::

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ sᴀғᴇ sᴇx! Use a condom, ALWAYS when you're with a partner for the first time, and keep using them until you both get tested! I cannot stress this enough. Remember, the above is fiction. We control ourselves better IRL.

WOW OK THAT WAS SOOOO MUCH LONGER THAN I WAS EXPECTING. But I don't think you thirsty stans will mind. ¬ ‿ ¬

Def wanted to add some more, but figured I'd save the harder scenes for later on. So look forward to that, yo! ♥

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[sugafanfics]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴀɴᴏ

An excerpt from ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏss on    Ao3   &   WattPad

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"The captive is all settled in and secure? Okay, good. Keep him cozy and let him stew for a while. I want to take a little bit to wind down from the firefight and speak to Kitten about what's going to happen down there." There was a pause, and you watched Yoongi anxiously as he frowned into his phone. "What d'you mean? Yes, she's coming too, so no blood." He flicked a glance your way. "Yet. Just get him settled and go get some food with the rest of the Boys, I'll text you when we're ready." The Boss pressed end on the call and slipped his phone into the back pocket of his pants, turning to face you.

You were back in Yoongi's study, running your fingers over the elegant curves of the Grand Piano while he stood in front of his desk, lean hip leaning against its edge. Yoongi studied you for a moment, as if taking your measure before he addressed you.

"Okay, love. Listen up," he said, and you immediately began to pay a bit closer attention, shoving all other thoughts from your mind. He rarely called you anything besides 'kitten', so you knew whatever he was about to discuss with you was fairly serious. You disregarded the affectionate nickname he used, pretending it didn't make butterflies flutter happily in your tummy as you focused on his eyes. "Before we head down to speak with our guest, I need to tell you a few things. And I need you to listen really well, okay?"

You swallowed nervously but nodded. After he saved your life, you figured Suga pretty much had a damned good reason behind everything he asked of you. You had never been party to an interrogation before, but you had a sinking feeling that the mafia didn't give a flying fuck about pointless things like ethics or the silly Geneva Convention. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as Suga began to speak.

"No matter what, we must find out why the Hoodlums are after you. You and I think that it's because of the information you uncovered during your investigation, but we could be entirely wrong." He ran a hand through his silver locks, and the gentle light from the lamp on his desk glinted off of the metal of the multiple earrings studding his ear. "So we need to hear it from him, in his own words, and not give him any ideas."

"So, regardless of what...techniques we may have to apply to get him to talk, you mustn't ever flinch, gasp, or otherwise react. Doing so will show him a weakness he can exploit -- namely your empathy -- against not only you, but me and JK." Yoongi tongued the inside of his cheek, picking his words carefully for a moment. "If Kookie is worried about you, he can't work. And if he can't work, then we can't get answers. Okay?" You nodded, a slight frown on your face.

Suga held back a smile at the intensity of your expression. To your shock, he stepped forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands. He lifted your chin with his thumbs and bent forward, pressing his lips to your own for a few wonderful seconds. Pulling away, he stroked your cheek with the pads of his fingers. 

"Not to mention, if I'm worried about you, I won't be able to focus on the captive. And if I can't concentrate, we won't get answers." He licked his lips and smirked down at you, your taste still on his mouth. He wanted more. Yoongi slipped his hand into your hair and tangled his fingers in your locks, gently pulling your head to the side. More, I need more of her... With you so close, and no one else around, the Boss figured the Boys wouldn't mind having some extra downtime to eat and wind down from earlier. Let the captive sweat a bit in the meantime.

Suga tucked his chin, pressing his slightly chapped lips to the side of your throat. A low whimper escaped you, and you heard the mafioso inhale sharply before he opened his mouth. His teeth raked across the delicate flesh at the curve of your neck, and you reached out, sliding your hands around the back of the man's neck. After the shootout earlier, your adrenaline was still sky-high, and you felt more...alive than you ever had before. 

"Suga, please," you said, your voice barely a whisper and filled with need. A low growl rumbled in the mobster's chest, and he bit down. Hard. You gasped at the pain, fingernails digging into the man's shoulder blades. Yoongi sucked hungrily, greedily at your neck, and you knew without even having to look that when he pulled away, there would be an angry purple hickey where his mouth left you.

Suga's free hand slipped down your throat, over your collarbones and down to the top button of your shirt. With long, practiced fingers, he unbuttoned the first, then second, and on down until your blouse was hanging off of your shoulders. Your breath came faster as Yoongi pulled away from your neck, leaving a throbbing dull ache behind. His hand tightened in your hair and yanked back and down, forcing your chin up as he captured your mouth with his own, and his tongue compelling your lips to part. 

You couldn't help the moan rising from your throat as his hot tongue raked against your own, swirling and claiming your mouth for himself. You threaded your fingers through the long hair at the back of Yoongi's head, pulling him tighter against you as your breaths came harder and shallower.

The mobster's fingers slipped under your half-open shirt and the edge of the black bra you'd donned earlier in the day, and when his fingertips brushed over your nipple, you gasped audibly into Yoongi's mouth. Unbidden, your back arched, pressing your breast into his hand, and Suga trapped your lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently before he pulled back. Breathing heavily, he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, and even behind those brilliant gold contacts, the absolute need in his eyes was apparent.

"Fuck, Kitten," he said, voice hoarse, deep. "I want to fuck you so bad, feel that sweet, wet little pussy clenched around my thick cock." His words made you groan, your eyes fluttering closed as you bowed your head in an attempt to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks. His words were always so dirty, so debase when he was horny like this, you were beginning to notice. And damn if it didn't turn you on even more. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled your head up, a smirk playing on his lips as he ran his thumb back and forth over your nipple: light, teasing. "Look at me, sweet girl. I want to see your expression."

You swallowed and did as you were told, breaths shallow and fast as you met his eyes. "O-Okay," you said, feeling your stomach flip as his gaze bored deep into your eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly between the pads of his fingers, making you writhe against him. He watched, captivated, as your cheeks colored under his intense gaze. Studied the way your body reacted as he slowly ratcheted up the pressure on your nipple. 

You shuddered in his arms, panting, feeling your panties growing quickly more damp by the second. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra expertly with one hand, and he finished unbuttoning your shirt and setting it down on the piano's lid. With deliberate tenderness, he pushed the straps of your bra from each shoulder; first the left, then your right, and when your breasts were bared entirely, he laid your bra neatly on top of your shirt.

Suga smirked and tucked his chin, bending down to whisper into your ear. "I want you to do something for me, Kitten, okay?" Not trusting your voice, you nodded, drawing your hands up to the man's broad shoulders. "I want you to call me 'Sir' whenever I touch you like this, alright? Anytime I make out with you, grab your ass, play with these beautiful tits, or feel how wet your little cunt is for me, you're to address me as Sir, bit it's alright if occasionally Suga slips out here and there. Do you understand, Kitten?" 

He punctuated his question by pinching down on both of your nipples so hard it burned, sending a wave of both heat and pleasure straight to your crotch. A low moan fell from your lips and you shifted your hips, leaning your ass against the piano behind you. You'd call him whatever the hell he wanted if he kept doing this to you, continued making you feel this way. Voice shaking from barely suppressed desire, you let out a quiet and sultry, "Yes, Sir." The moment the words left your mouth, it was like Suga became someone else. 

His hand snapped from your hair to your throat and he crushed his lips to yours, invading your mouth with his tongue, kissing you ravenously. The hand on your breast reached up and circled your wrist, drawing your left hand from his shoulder. Yoongi stepped forward one long stride, pushing you firmly against the curved edge of the Grand Piano, and he pinned your hand against its top, pulling back from your lips and leaving your head swimming. He smirked down at you, running his tongue over his lower lip.

The Boss' hand closed tightly around your neck as he slid his leg between your own, parting them to press his knee tightly against your core. He bent down, trailing hot kisses against your clavicle, teeth scraping across the thin flesh over your collarbone. A shuddering moan was drawn from your throat as Yoongi's chapped lips worked their way down your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled the tight bud as he exhaled a hot breath over your breast, and your fingers curled, digging your nails sharply into his shoulder. 

The bite of your nails drew a low growl from the mafioso, and you could feel the vibration against your breast. Panting, you couldn't string together a coherent thought as Suga pressed his knee up snugly against the heat of your core, and the man smirked around your nipple. He could feel how wet you were even through the multiple layers of your panties, leggings, and the thick fabric of his skinny jeans.

"So good for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" he asked, lifting his head from your chest to look down at you. You looked like a fucking wreck, and he absolutely drank in the sight of you. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, pupils blown with lust, want, need...all for him. His hand around your neck loosened, fingers gently trailing across the line of your jaw, up over the curve of your ear, across your cheek and down to your lips, swollen from his nips and kisses.

  Fuck. You made him feel like no one else ever had before. He didn't just want you, Yoongi fucking craved you, more than he had ever experienced. He tongued the inside of his cheek, sliding his fore and middle fingers into your mouth. "Look at me, Kitten." You lifted your eyes and met the pressure of his gaze, chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's right, baby, look at Daddy while he borrows this pretty little mouth of yours, okay?"

His fingers slipped farther back, pressing down on your tongue as they slid towards the back of your throat. Suga ground his knee up into your crotch, rocking it slowly, so slowly, forward and backward as he pushed his fingers into your throat. You held his gaze as you writhed against his knee, suppressing the urge to gag as his digits neared the back of your tongue. 

A low whine escaped you as the Boss hooked the fingers of his free hand under the top of your leggings, jerking down first one side, then the other, baring your lace-fringed black panties to his hungry eyes. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He smirked down at you, tongue wetting his lips as he lowered his knee to pull your leggings down your thighs one-handed, forcing his fingers down your throat and making you gag.

Tears stung the corners of your eyes as you sucked in a breath through your nose, not daring to look away from Suga's eyes. His praise made you want to continue to obey his requests; you could tell that his words weren't empty and that he was truly pleased with you every time he told you what a good girl you were. When your leggings were around your knees, the mafioso drew his fingers from out of your mouth, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

 "You're doing so well, Kitten," he murmured against your lips as he slid his hand down to your waist, kneading the hollow of your hip firmly with his thumb. You exhaled a low moan, your fingers on his shoulder shaking as Yoongi's hand drew lower, gliding between your thighs and pulling your panties to the side.

You inhaled sharply as Suga spread your lower lips with the fingers that had been in your mouth a few moments ago, mixing your saliva with the slick wetness of your core. Your head swam as he slowly pressed his fingers up into you, and as your pussy eagerly accepted his digits, both of you groaned audibly. The man's long, thin fingers pushed up into you so slowly that you arched your back, trying to press down against his hand. "No, no," he chuckled, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand and holding you immobile against the piano. "I control the pace, silly girl."

Yoongi leaned forward, the fabric of his jacket cool against the bare skin of your chest and stomach. He leisurely began withdrawing his fingers from your pussy, and as you felt them nearly leave you, you truly couldn't help the low little whine that rose from your throat. The Boss looked down at your face, at the pure, unadulterated need you held for him, and it made his cock throb. Again, he pushed slowly up into you with his digits, his thumb coming to rest just over your clit, teasing you with the heat of its nearness. "How do my fingers feel inside of you, my sweet little Kitten?" The mafioso kissed behind your ear as he spoke, whispering against your skin.

"S-So good," you said, barely able to string together a thought, let alone a full sentence. "Better than anything I've felt before, Sir," you breathed against his collarbone. You felt his chest rumble as he let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, and you felt the world tilt abruptly around you. Yoongi had scooped you up with one arm under your ass, lifting you and dropping you gently on top of his piano. The backs of your knees were against the curved edge of the instrument, and somehow through it all, Yoongi's fingers were still inside of you.

But he slipped them out, earning a disappointed whine from you that made him chuckle. The Boss hooked his foot around the leg of the piano bench and dragged it over towards him, kneeling on it with both knees as he began to slide your panties down over your hips. Your lower lip trapped between your teeth, you arched your back to lift your ass, helping him remove them. "Thank you, Kitten. You're being such an amazing girl for me tonight," he said as he unzipped your ankle boots, sliding them off of your feet and letting them fall to the floor with dual little thumps. "The best I've ever seen, in fact." His praise made you positively glow as Yoongi whisked both your panties and pants from your legs, tossing them on top of your shirt and bra on the piano's lid.

Yoongi took a moment to pause and look down at you, laying on your back on top of his most treasured possession, your hair fanning beautifully around your head and cascading down your shoulders and breasts. His eyes traced your form; every plane and angle and curve of your body, his tongue resting on his lower lip while he drank you in. The way you looked up at him with palpable desire, how your bangs fell across your cheek, the way your belly shone with a light sheen of sweat, your pulse throbbing in the delicate line of your throat. He took a long look, a long moment to take you in. All of you, he committed to memory.

"God, you're beautiful." He blinked, as if he were almost surprised he'd said it aloud. But when you smiled shyly, sweetly up at him, he beamed down at you with his gummy smile. The look he gave you made your chest swell, his words going straight to your heart as tears kissed the corners of your eyes.

How can he be the most feared man in the Three Cities and be so tender and kind at the same time?

It was such a stark contrast that it was almost baffling. The same hands that had just a half-hour earlier held a gun now caressed your ribs and traveled over the swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist. You let out a soft sigh as he traced your lithe form with both hands, lifting up to his feet from the piano bench, leaning over you so he could trap your lips with his own.

Your lips parted eagerly for his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his breaths coming harder as he claimed your mouth, hands gripping your waist tightly. With a small grunt, Yoongi lifted you up and pulled you down the lid of the piano towards him, earning a yip of surprise from you. He chuckled and raised his hand to loosen the tie at his throat, pulling it over his head and tossing it beside you on the piano. 

Yoongi shrugged out of his suit jacket and unbuckled his shoulder holster, pulling out his pistol and setting it on the keys of the piano before letting his holster fall to the floor behind him. You sat up and began working at the buttons on his shirt while the mafioso unclasped his belt and slid it from the loops in his pants, tossing it up onto the piano lid when it was free. You got the final button undone and pushed his shirt from his broad shoulders, baring his torso. What you saw made you inhale sharply.

Scars crossed and dotted his pale skin; obvious marks of knives and even bullet holes marring his beautiful flesh. With shaking fingers, you reached out and traced each one, licking your lips as he sat still under your touch. You pressed light kisses down a long, jagged scar that crawled and curved from his lower ribs all the way down to his hip bone. "Wrong end of a knife," he said with a slow exhale, his eyes fluttering closed as your warm mouth settled into the hollow of his hip. "Thankfully Jin was able to sew me back together pretty well." Suga's fingers threaded through your hair as you pulled back and smiled sadly up at him.

"I'm glad he did, Suga," you said. The Boss grinned down at you, brushing a few strands of hair back off your face before he splayed his hand across your chest, pushing you back down onto the piano. He pressed his lips to the curve of your jaw, down your neck and over the hickey he had left, pushing your thighs apart with his hands as he came down between your legs. As his weight settled on top of you, you inhaled sharply and slid your hands around to his shoulder blades; you could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing against your wet core. 

Yoongi's lips closed around your nipple, trapping it between his teeth while he rolled the opposite one between his thumb and middle finger, drawing a heady moan from your throat at the sensation. Your pussy clenched as he sucked on the tight rosebud, kneading your other breast with his hand and flicking his thumb across your nipple.

Your breaths came hard as Suga lifted up to lean on his elbow, licking your other nipple with a long, slow swipe of his tongue. "F-Fuck, that feels so good, Sir," you breathed, voice shaking. At your words, the mafioso's eyes flashed and he slid off of the piano's top, dropping to his knees on the piano bench and grabbing you behind the backs of your knees. With a startled yelp, he jerked you down towards him so your ass rested right on the edge of the instrument, and he smirked down at you. 

Rising to his feet, Suga grabbed the tie he had discarded a few minutes ago and looped it around both of your wrists, cinching the slipknot down tightly against your skin. Yoongi slipped two digits between your wrist and the fabric of the tie, checking to ensure it wasn't going to cut off circulation or be uncomfortably tight. He stood, leaning over you as he drew your arms above your head and looping the tongue of his tie around the hinge that raised and lowered the piano's lid. With a couple of quick and deft motions, Yoongi knotted it around the mechanism and gave the tie a few tugs, nodding to himself in satisfaction. It would hold. And you were now entirely at his mercy.

You licked your lips nervously as Suga once more sat on the piano bench, smirking up at you as you tried to sit up. The tie looped around your wrists kept your arms above your head; you were able to rise halfway up, but unless you scooted back into the middle of the piano, you couldn't move very much. Feeling your heart begin to race, you glanced from Suga's knowing little smirk to your hands up above your head and back. "Such a good girl, displayed so prettily for me, aren't you?" He purred, eyes holding your gaze. You swallowed and nervously shifted your weight; you weren't sure about this turn of events.

"S-Sir?" You questioned. But before you could say anything else, the mobster slipped his hands between your legs, gently pushing them apart to press a hot kiss to the inside of your thigh. His hair tickled the sensitive skin between your legs, and your hands balled into fists as he gently nipped his way up your thigh, first on your right leg, then the left. You gasped as Suga's lips parted, sucking gently on the inside of your thigh, not three inches from your core. A throaty little mewl fell from your lips and you draped your forearm over your mouth, biting down to muffle yourself.

"Oh, no, no, sweet girl," Suga said, chuckling as he reached up and pushed your arm off of your mouth, replacing it with his lips in a hot, hungry kiss. He pulled back, just far back enough to gaze down at you, and you felt butterflies take wing in your stomach at the look in his eyes. He pitched his voice lower, a rasping, sensual whisper. "I need to hear every single sound that I'm going to cause you to make, Kitten." 

A barely-audible whimper rose from your throat as the Boss lowered himself back onto the piano bench, and without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside of you. You inhaled sharply and tipped your head back, eyes closing as Yoongi slowly began to fuck you with his fingers. You could feel his gaze on your face, and it made you blush, but your embarrassment was quickly forgotten as the Boss buried his fingers to the knuckle inside of you, curling his fingertips up to press against that soft bundle of nerves deep inside of you.

A shudder wracked your body as you gasped at the sensation; heat and pleasure and need all rushed through you in a thunderous wave. "F-Fuck," you groaned, and Suga rewarded you by drawing his fingers nearly all the way out and doing it all over again. His hair tickled the insides of your thighs as he leaned forward, and you felt a hot breath against your core as he let out a long exhale.

 "Suga, please, please," you said, not even sure what you were asking for. But apparently, he did. He withdrew his fingers and licked a long, slow swipe up with the flat of his tongue, from the tight bud of your ass, up your slit, and over your clit. Your legs shook at the sensation, and your breaths came hard and fast as Yoongi slid his fingers back inside of you, circling your clit with his tongue.

Your back arched, pressing yourself against his tongue and fingers, and Yoongi lapped over your clit steadily at first, pumping his fingers up into you as his tongue began to flicker faster over you. You panted, breathy moans falling from your lips as Suga's tongue worked against your clit, circling, flicking, and applying delicious pressure and friction as he fingered you. You were literally dripping wet, and he lapped you up eagerly, groaning at the taste of you; you could feel the vibration of it against you and you saw stars behind your eyelids. Your nails dug deeply into your palms and your legs began to shake as pressure and heat and tension built in you. 

"Suga, I can't--" Your breaths came quicker, shorter, higher, and the Boss somehow quickened his tempo. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Suga, please," you panted between breaths, and you let out a ragged moan as your toes curled, your entire body as tense as a harp string. Yoongi's fingers thrust deep inside of you, curling, and his tongue pressed down hard during each fast, firm touch of your clit.

Stars exploded behind your eyes as the harp string inside of you snapped, wave after wave after wave of heat and euphoria and pleasure crashing through and over and into and out of you. A cry was torn from your lips and Yoongi's fingers fucked you through your orgasm, his tongue pressed against your clit but completely still to keep from overstimulating you. Tears streaked down your cheeks as your legs shook, your heart thundered and pleasure rang every fucking nerve in your body. You let out a low groan as Yoongi withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before he lapped up the result of your pleasure. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, pulse pounding in your ears and head tipped back, drinking in oxygen.

Suga rose from the piano bench and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth before sliding up onto the piano lid beside you, leaning over your still entirely-limp and unmoving form to gently release the slipknot from around your wrists. Your hands free, you turned over onto your side, curling tightly around the mafioso as shivers still coursed through your body. You felt a hand comb through your hair and Yoongi bent down, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

"You did so well, Kitten, you were absolutely perfect," he breathed. "Such a good girl for me, weren't you?" You felt the back of his knuckle swipe away the tears on your cheeks, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your eye. He laid his suit jacket gently over your shoulders, smiling down at you as you looked up at him, fucked out. He chuckled softly at your expression, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Kitten."

He sat on the piano lid and drew your head onto his lap, running his fingers through your hair as you slowly came back to yourself. After several quiet, comfortable minutes, you rubbed your eyes and sat up, blinking at Suga as you met his eyes. "Fuck," you said. That was, undoubtedly, the most intense thing you had ever experienced. "You are very talented with that tongue, aren't you?" Yoongi smirked at you and pressed his lips to yours, aforementioned tongue sliding against yours and tracing its curve before the man pulled back, tasting of both him and you. Suga quirked a small, lopsided smile and raised an eyebrow.

"Our little secret, Kitten," he replied. You licked your lips and dropped your hand to press your palm against the shadow of his hard cock straining against the inside of his skinny jeans. You wanted to finally touch him, taste him, and feel him. Suga let out a low groan at your touch and his head tilted back as you traced the outline of his need. You moved to unbutton his pants, but with a slight growl, Yoongi wrapped his fingers around your wrist. "Fuck. We should probably get back to the Boys," he sighed. You let out a little whine of protest.

"Please, Sir?"

"Fuck." He snarled, voice hoarse, and snapped his hand around your throat as you contoured your naked form against his torso. "You're a dangerous little thing, aren't you?" He ran a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to go on when his phone began to ring. Yoongi let out a long string of curses as he flicked the answer icon. "What?" He snapped, then listened for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, alright, fine. Meet you downstairs." He ended the call and shook his head regretfully at your hopeful look. "Sorry, love. We'll have to wait til this shit's done with to continue playing," he sighed.

"Damn. Figures," you said, echoing his sigh. You let out a frustrated little groan. "Suga, you're killing me with this teasing shit." The Bangtan's Boss slid off of the piano lid and you passed him his suit jacket and tie as he grabbed his shirt and holster from the floor. You began getting dressed as well, and when you glanced at him, you saw a sly little smile on his face. The hell is that for?

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi knew that now he had you right where he wanted you. Despite his blue balls at the moment, he was glad he had decided to take a bit of a breather before going downstairs to question the captive. With each physical encounter the two of you had, he'd purposefully been holding back, using only his hands and mouth to get you off and not allowing you to touch him. Soon, he would have you so entangled with need for him that you wouldn't be able to think straight. 

A small smile curved his lips as he got dressed, playing back the way you had looked while he was eating you out. Suga paused as he went to holster his gun, shocked at the thought that had just assaulted him. God, I could see her look like that every day of my life and it would still never be enough. The Boss ran his tongue over his lower lip, the taste of you still on his mouth. He smiled as he shrugged into his suit jacket, and seeing you were dressed once more, held out his hand to help you to your feet.

"Thank you, Suga," you said, taking his hand and smiled a little shyly up at him.

"Of course," he said and nodded, running his hands through his hair. He allowed the persona of 'Boss' settle back onto his shoulders as he breathed in and let it out. "We need to finish going over the rules about what's going to happen downstairs. I'll tell you really quick, Kitten." Yoongi strode over to his desk and leaned his hip against it, waving you to sit. You did so and prepared yourself for the interrogation that was to come, and -- though you didn't know it yet -- the beginning of one of the worst realizations of your entire life.

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The Limo’s Back Seat

Excerpt from a chapter in my story on Wattpad, Killer in the Mirror. To read the whole thing, please go here: ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ LINK

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As promised, a half-hour later, you were in the front of the Manor, where a polished black stretch limousine awaited you. You blinked in surprise as the driver got out when you approached, circling around the car to open your door with a smile and polite bow. Murmuring a quick word of thanks, you slid into the back. To your surprise, Suga was already on the spacious bench seat across from you, facing the back windshield.

He had added a light jacket over his black turtleneck, and you could see the black leather of what looked like a shoulder harness peeking out from beneath the hem. And the slight bulge by his ribs indicated that he was indeed carrying a firearm. You blew out a short breath; you really didn't think bringing a fucking gun to your work was necessary, but whatever.

Between the office and limousine, Suga had apparently donned gold-colored contacts; they made a stark and beautiful contrast to the silver-gray of his hair. And despite his stern features, you admitted to yourself that he looked quite...stunning. Those gold eyes met your own as the engine shifted from idle and the car rolled down the long, meandering driveway and out onto the city streets.

"Thanks again for the escort, Suga, but you really didn't have to personally go to the trouble yourself," you said. Yoongi crossed his ankle over his knee, and the hem of his tight-fitting black dress slacks rose a bit, uncovering yet another concealed holster at his ankle. You stifled the urge to shudder. You'd never been around one gun in your life, let alone two.

"Really, it's no problem. Besides, if you do happen to run into trouble, I'd prefer to see exactly what we're up against with my own eyes. Relying on reports from one of the Boys is all well and good, but since this is your first outing since the Hoodlums marked you, I figured if they were going to strike, it'd be sooner rather than later." A small smirk curved the man's full lips as he held your eyes, making your breath catch for a heartbeat.

"If it makes you feel any better, then consider me selfish. I get to spend the day with you while the rest of the Boys are hard at work. They're getting prepared for the attack that you said would likely happen this evening, marshalling our defenses," he said.

You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, unable to hold the gaze of those golden eyes for any longer. He's got such an imposing presence. It's no wonder he became Boss at such a young age. Which reminds me...

"Hey, um. Since we have a little time during the drive, mind if I ask you a few things, Suga?" You licked your lips nervously, wondering if you were toeing a line you'd be better off not crossing. You weren't sure how he'd react to someone digging into his personal life or his past. But, hey...nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

"Mmm," he replied. Yoongi tipped his head to the side and traced his lower lip with his tongue before replying, "Off the record?"

"O-Oh, yes! Of course. Always, since you're protecting me. It'd be horridly rude of me to report on you or the Boys when you've all been nothing but kind to me."

"Good. Alright, then. Ask away, Kitten," he said.

"How did you become the boss so young, anyway? You're...what, 34, 35? The Bangtan Boys didn't even exist fifteen years ago. To go from absolutely nothing to ruling over a criminal empire so quickly..." You chewed on your lip, a nervous habit, and found Yoongi watching you, his gaze intense. You stopped and straightened your shoulders, leaning back into the seat as the yacht of a car smoothly sped down the main road into town. "I just mean...well. You had to do something right, didn't you?"

To your surprise, Suga let out a small, low little laugh that went straight to your core as he leaned forward. "Mm. Yeah, I guess you're right. To be frank, I didn't do it intentionally. Believe it or not, I never set out to start a gang or become a mafioso, or rule over -- what'd you call it? -- a 'criminal empire'."

He flashed you a small smirk. "It just sort of...happened. Originally, the guys and I were just kids, running around the streets, simply trying to survive. The majority of us came from...less than ideal circumstances at home. As time went on, we gained a bit of a reputation. People in similar situations heard of us, realized we had a place to live and food to put in our bellies, so they started flocking to us."

You listened intently, more than shocked that Yoongi was being so open and honest with you. You had expected him to immediately shut you down, tell you it was none of your damned business, or give some sort of sarcastic answer and lead you to draw your own conclusions. To get even this much from him was astonishing, and the reporter in you was absolutely salivating. Still, you'd given your word that it was off the record, and you meant to keep it confidential and strictly to yourself.

"After a time, we began taking on odd jobs here and there when people needed a set of extra hands, or underage kids who would get a slap on the wrist instead of jail time. So after a while, we had a hell of a lot of favors owed to us. So I decided that it was about time we started collecting on them. As the years went by, we made connections with all sorts of people in a shitload of different trades; drag dealers, sex workers, fishmongers, merchants, auto salesmen, garbage collectors, arms dealers...you name it, we likely knew someone in that line of work." Yoongi crossed his arms, pausing for a few moments to think.

"Then the Bangtan Boys just sort of...evolved. And I was officially appointed the leader when we got big enough to need one. Eventually, we had enough money to start doing real things; buying property, becoming money lenders, even paying Namjoon's ridiculously expensive law school tuition." He snorted and shrugged. "Now, we've got over 350 members and are still growing. Not to mention, we pretty much own about 85 percent of the Three Cities."

Yoongi let out a breath and dropped his head. Clearly, there was a bit more to it than that, but you decided not to press; after all, you felt incredibly lucky to have gotten this out of him. The man's phone buzzed a few times, and he slipped it from his pocket, typing rapidly. Clearly handling some sort of business.

"Oh?" Suga slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned forward, reaching out to brush his fingers over the bruise of his fingerprints around your wrist. He tipped his head to the side as you flinched slightly at his touch; not from pain, though. Yoongi hadn't touched you since last night, and the feeling of his skin against yours was almost like sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you shook your head, and to your surprise, the Boss clamped his hand down over the light bruises. The pressure of his grip wasn't painful, but his fingers closing around the marks caused a slight twinge. Yoongi gently drew your hand forward, making you lean in towards him.

"Put your hands behind your back for me, Kitten," he said, voice soft. You were confused, curious, and a bit nervous; what was he doing? The mafioso pulled you in until your fingertips touched his slightly-chapped lips, and Yoongi smiled against the pads of your fingers, meeting your gaze. You inhaled sharply, and Suga's eyes were so incredibly intense as he watched you, drinking in your every reaction.

"Okay, but why?" You answered, a small frown creasing your forehead as you looked across at him.

"Just humor me. Unless I move them, please keep them there until I say otherwise. Okay?"

"Mmm..." You cocked your head to the side, but were both curious and amused at the same time. You're pretty sure that was the first time you'd ever heard the word 'please' from the Boss of the Bangtan Boys. Besides, you kind of enjoyed seeing this considerate, almost light side of the man. And what harm could it do, anyway? You shrugged lightly and put your left hand behind the small of your back, a small smile playing on your lips. "Okay, Suga."

"Thank you," he replied, and to your astonishment, Yoongi pressed a light kiss to your wrist over the bruises he had put there. You gasped quietly as for some reason, this show of gentleness and concern made your throat tighten and eyes sting. The entire time he pressed his lips to each outline of his fingers, those radiant golden eyes didn't leave your face, studying your expression.

Seeing your reaction, Suga tugged gently on your arm, drawing you over to him and down onto the floor in front of him. Almost in a trance, so off-balance by the tenderness he was currently showing, you allowed him to lead you and knelt between his legs. He released your wrist and hooked his forefingers into the collar of your shirt, pulling you towards him.

He paused for a moment, a small frown creasing his forehead. His eyes flicked behind you, towards the driver of the limo. The guy was one of his most trusted men, and usually when Suga had a girl in the back with him, he didn't mind if his bodyguard listened in or ever stole a few glances. But this time... This time, Yoongi wanted the sounds you made to be heard by him, and him alone. He pressed a button on the door with his free hand, and a privacy screen slowly started rising from behind the front seat, partitioning off the back with a sound-proofed and completely opaque shield. There.

You glanced behind you at the quiet humming of a motor, and you swallowed as you saw the partition lifting. He wants privacy, and we're so close... Your heart was in your throat, your breathing quickening as Suga leaned down towards you. Your stomach tightened as his mouth neared your own, and his cologne once again wrapped around you as your eyes fluttered shut. Yoongi was like a drug; ever since last night, every other thought had been about how you wanted more.

Suga's chapped lips brushed softly against yours, and you couldn't stop the low, needy whine from escaping you. Your mouth yielded to his as his tongue slipped between your lips, sliding against your own as he tangled his hand into your hair. Yoongi's tongue slid expertly against yours, swirling around your own.

You desperately wanted to move your hand to the base of his neck, to feel his pulse thrum beneath your fingertips and see if his heart was beating as quickly as yours. You were surprised at the amount of willpower it took you to keep your hand at the small of your back.

The mafioso's mouth was hot, hungry as he kissed you deeply, his fingers tightening to make a fist in your hair. A quiet moan fell from your lips into his mouth, and almost as if a switch was flipped, his entire demeanor changed at that moment.

Gone was the tenderness that had been there a minute ago as he yanked firmly down and back on your hair to force your chin up, pulling away from your mouth. "Look at me, Kitten," he said, voice rough and tight with need. You complied, and you heard the soft growl that Yoongi uttered at the sight of you.

Your eyes were heavy, half-lidded with lust as you met his gaze, and heat colored your cheeks beautifully. The fingers threaded in your hair tightened as Yoongi pulled your head back a little bit more, and you let out a breathy keen as his free hand lifted to run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your lips were red and slightly swollen from his kiss, and Suga's eyes were hungry, predatory as he studied your face. He ran his tongue along his upper teeth. "Fuck, girl."

His hand dropped to cup the base of your neck, pleased to feel your pulse pounding rapidly beneath his fingers. A small smirk tugged on the corners of his lips as he leaned down. "You're being so good for me, Kitten." His mouth was hot as his chapped lips traced the curve of your throat, releasing your hair. A soft whimper fell from your lips; you desperately wanted to touch him more than anything right now.

The fingers around your neck tightened, but his hand was positioned so that he squeezed your jugular and carotid, not your airway. The pressure he applied restricted the flow of blood, causing your head to lighten and your mind to swim pleasantly. Your heartbeat accelerated as Yoongi's mouth opened, teeth sinking almost-painfully into the tender flesh of your throat.

"F-Fuck, Suga," you groaned, eyes closed and head tipped back, wetness growing between your thighs. Yoongi's presence wrapped around you as his tongue rolled over the bite, lapping away the pain. You panted, chest rising and falling rapidly as the Boss lifted his head to smirk down at you, watching you while you were completely unaware he was doing so. He ran his tongue across his lower lip as he gradually increased the grip he had on your throat.

With his free hand, Suga traced your swollen lips, and without warning he slipped his index and middle fingers into your mouth. You let out a little mewl that nearly sent the Boss into a frenzy, and it took every damned ounce of self-control the man had not to take you in the back of the fucking car. You rolled your tongue around his fingers, and to your surprise, Suga responded with a long, low groan that was so hot it made your pussy clench.

You felt the man's hand release your throat and slide down to rest at the base of your neck as you sucked hungrily on his slender fingers, lifting your chin and drawing them deeper into your mouth. You traced each digit skillfully with your tongue, and you opened your eyes to meet Yoongi's gaze. But when you did, his eyes were closed, head tipped back and mouth slightly parted as you looked up at him. Oh, fuck. Lost in what you were doing to him, reveling in the sensation and looking like that...This man is so damned dangerous.

The sight of him nearly broke you; the only thing you wanted to do at this moment was touch him. You needed to feel his skin under your hands, to feel the heat of him against your lips, and it took everything you had not to renege on the agreement you made with him. Suga's eyes opened and he met your gaze. You looked so damn hot sucking on his fingers, and he wanted nothing more than to slip his cock into that beautiful mouth of yours.

"Like the view, pretty little thing?" He smirked down at you before removing his fingers from your mouth. You let out a soft little whine, licking your lips and nodding in response; you could barely string a thought together, let alone a full sentence. Suga leaned forward and captured your lips in another kiss, his mouth hot. "Such a good girl, you haven't touched me once, have you?" His voice was husky, gravelly with lust, and it made your eyes fluttered closed as you shook your head.

"I-It's so hard not to, Suga," you managed to say. Even now, you wanted to put your hands on him. You panted, catching your breath; despite Yoongi doing nothing more than kissing and teasing you, you were well beyond turned-on on the moment. You had no idea how he could do that to you, but you were pleased to at least note that his cock was straining against his tight black pants. At least you weren't the only one.

"Mm. I can imagine. Luckily for me, I have that privilege." The Boss reached out and traced his fingertips down the curve of your neck, over your collarbones, and down your shirt between your breasts, eliciting a shiver. Suga's thumb and forefinger unsnapped the top three buttons of your dress shirt with ease, and you bit your lower lip as the top curve of your black bra peeked out from beneath its hem.

Your breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as Yoongi's fingertips slid inside of your shirt, tucking under the edge of your bra. His gold eyes glittered dangerously as he leaned in, trapping your lower lip between his teeth and biting down hard. A moan that was half pain and half desire was torn from you, and Suga's hand slipped inside your bra.

The pads of his fingers brushed over the hard bud of your nipple, sending a jolt straight down to your dripping core. Your back arched unbidden, leaning into his touch as the mafioso rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently, softly. You needed more. "Suga, please," you groaned against his mouth, and felt his lips curve upwards against your own.

"Please what, babygirl?"

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the limousine rocked to a stop, and the driver politely cleared his throat from the front seat, knocking on the privacy window twice. "Sir? We've arrived."

"Hmm. Too bad, Kitten. Things were just getting fun, weren't they?" He smiled down at you, voice lilting, teasing, as he withdrew his hand and sat back. Like a gentleman, he buttoned your shirt and ran his fingers through your hair, making sure you looked presentable for work. Yoongi winked down at you, a corner of his lip lifting in a small half-smile.

But even with all his money and power, much to his delight, there was nothing he could do to hide the bite marks he had left on your neck, nor to dispel the wetness in your panties.

[sugafanfics]

Update on Killer in the Mirror

www.tinyurl.com/KillerintheMirrorAU

Update on WattPad. Comments and shit appreciated. Should I transfer the whole fanfic to Tumblr?

[sugafanfics]

Selling 2 floor seat tickets for PTD tomorrow, Dec. 1st.

Section C2 Row 15 Seats 13 & 14.

I found seats in a closer section earlier today and bought them, which is why I'm selling these ones in section C2.

If an ARMY wants them I'm willing to sell them WAY cheaper than what Ticketmaster is making me sell them for; apparently I have to sell them on TM for at least what I bought them for (which was 1950$ each. )

DM me if you're interested; I'm asking 1300$ each to recoup some of the cost. There's a LITTLE bit of wiggle room om the price. I wish I could sell them cheaper but sadly I had to buy them resale, which is why they were so damned expensive 😩

I'm happy to meet up at the venue in person tomorrow to sell them (and to prove I'm legit hahah) and I'll accept PayPal (G&S if you're more comfortable with that), as well as Zelle, Venmo. Cashapp or whatever works!

[sugafanfics]

ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ:

ˢᵐᵘᵗ⸴ᵈᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ⸴ᵈᵒᵐ!ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ

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ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ⠘dubious consent, dirty talk, smut, language, dom!yoongi

Excerpt from Killer in the Mirror

www.tinyurl.com/KillerintheMirrorAU

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J-Hope had brought back everything on your list, plus a few more things he thought you might need: your shower toiletries, perfumes, every set of pajamas you owned, a few hoodies and pairs of shorts, and a metric shitton of shoes. It took him, Jin, and Taehyung more than a dozen trips to bring it all up to your room, but after the better part of three hours, you were finally moved in.

You stood back, hands on your hips as you surveyed the large closet, nodding happily. You had plenty of clothes to last you for however long you needed, and Jin had mentioned that if you forgot anything or needed to buy something, the Bangtan Boys would foot the bill. It was sweet of them. You flicked the light switch and closed the closet door, padding out to the sitting room. You glanced down at your watch and let out a soft sigh; it was half past one in the morning. And you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night, due to almost being murdered and then being brought here.

You were utterly exhausted. Still, you had one final thing to do before you could sink into that comfortable new bed: go see Yoongi. You ran a hand through your hair and gave yourself a cursory check in the mirror by your door before heading out. Surprisingly, you didn't look as tired as you felt. Your dress was slightly wrinkled, and your hair a bit limp, but aside from that, you looked good. You headed out into the hallway to go see the Boss, your heart beginning to pound nervously as butterflies took wing in your belly.

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As you neared the Boss' study, faint musical notes rang against your ears. You paused at the large painting in the hall, tilting your head to the side, trying to figure out where the music was coming from. The melody was sad, despondant, the piano notes clear and crisp. The sound of it made your heart ache, and you slowly walked down the hall, surprised to find the noise was coming from the cracked door of Suga's study. Not wanting to disturb him, you peeked in through the partially-open door, mouth opening at the sight before you.

The most feared criminal in the Underworld sat at the bench of the grand piano, eyes closed and head bowed as his slender fingers danced over the keys. His pouty lips were slightly parted, turned up at the corners in a tight, sad little smile. Yoongi played passionately, his entire torso swaying with the melody of the heartbreaking music he created. How can someone so cold, so cruel play something so beautiful and emotional? Unbidden, a tight knot formed in your throat and you felt the hot sting of tears kiss the corners of your eyes. You blinked them back, continuing to watch the mafioso play, as if you were in a trance.

"Are you going to come in, or did you want to keep spying on me?" His words were soft, barely audible over the clear notes his fingers continued to play. Startled, you jumped a little bit. How did he even know I was here? Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and stepped through the door. "Close that behind you." You obeyed, standing just inside of the door, hands clasped in front of you as you nervously spun the ring on your index finger. When the beautiful melody abruptly ceased, you felt a keen sense of loss that you couldn't quite pin down.

Suga closed the lid of the piano and stood up from the bench, finally turning to meet your eyes. Your stomach flipped as the Bangtan's boss slowly walked over to you, head tipped to the side. "It's really not polite to spy on people, Kitten. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?" You swallowed audibly and nodded, stuttering out an apology as the man drew near. You didn't like the smirk that was playing around the corners of his mouth, and you took a step backwards.

"I'm really sorry, Yoongi. I didn't mean to disturb you; it's just...I was coming to see you like you asked, and I heard the music from the hall, and it was so sad and beautiful that I wanted to follow it, and then I realized it was coming from your study and the door was already open so I looked in an--" You let out a startled yelp as you tried to step back again, your shoulder blades hitting the door behind you. Suga closed the distance between you both, placing a hand on either side of your head.

"Call me Suga. It's the least you could do after invading my privacy." You flicked your eyes to the left, looking for a way to put some distance between yourself and the Boss. But he had you completely boxed in. Your heart in your throat, you nodded.

"I-I'm sorry, Suga," you said, voice soft, shaking.

At your words, a low, barely-audible growl was drawn from Yoongi, and he leaned forward, putting more of his weight on his hands on either side of you. His face drew closer to yours and your chest rose and fell rapidly, a wave of heat spreading through your belly at the sound. The scent of him surrounded you, the pressure of his presence making you light-headed.

"My name sounds so sweet on your lips, Kitten." Yoongi rolled his tongue, dark eyes boring deep into your own. You couldn't help the small whimper that escaped you; you were being assaulted by so many conflicting things. You were terrified, confused, and horny all at once. The way the Boss was looking at you nearly made you forget your name. "Say it again." It wasn't a request.

"S-Suga..."

The moment the word was out of your mouth, Yoongi's lips were on your own. He kissed you hungrily, teeth trapping your lower lip as one of his hands slipped to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. His fingers tightened and he jerked down, forcing your chin up. A low moan escaped you as Suga's tongue slipped in between your lips, invading your mouth. You felt your breaths coming hard, and the mafioso slipped a leg between your own, knee pressing against the heat of your core.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you snapped to your senses at the pressure of his knee against your crotch, and with shaking hands, you reached up and shoved the Boss hard in his chest. It broke the kiss, and Yoongi staggered back a step, smirking down at you. He lifted a hand to rub his thumb over his lower lip, wiping away the saliva shining at the corner of his mouth.

You stood panting, chest heaving, fists clenched tight at your side. You were pissed. And insanely turned on. You opened your mouth to snap at the leader of the Bangtan Boys, but before you could even utter a word, Yoongi stepped forward. Again, he kissed you, and again, your body betrayed you. You pulled back your hand to slap him, to get some fucking space, you just needed a second to breathe, to think!

But just as the flat of your hand was about to connect, Yoongi's hand snapped up, closing around your wrist. He pulled back from your swollen lips, smirking down at you. "That's not very nice." He jerked forward on your arm, making you lose your balance and stumble into his arms. You wrapped your free hand around his forearm to keep your balance. Yoongi's fingers tightened around your wrist as he tucked his chin, capturing your mouth once more. His tongue slid against yours, rolling in your mouth, and you couldn't help but imagine how it would feel against your clit.

Heart pounding, wetness growing between your thighs, you let out a low groan into the mafioso's mouth. It spurred him on, making his cock throb. He snaked his free hand under the hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched and you bit down on Yoongi's bottom lip, sucking on it gently.

Suga growled into your mouth, his fore and middle fingers pressing against your core through your damp panties. Yoongi huffed out a slight breath of laughter, pulling back from the kiss. "Wet already, Kitten? I've barely even touched you." You closed your eyes tightly shut, embarrassed. It had been more than two years since you'd been touched; what else could you have been expecting? His eyes saw the blush creep onto your cheeks, and he smirked. Yoongi liked the fact you were so needy for his touch, but he didn't say anything. You were hot when you looked ashamed.

A soft whimper fell from your lips as Yoongi's fingers swiped a line from your core up to your clit, pads of his fingers pressing down and making you tip your head back, fingers tightening over his forearm. Suga tilted his head to the side and pressed his full lips against the line of your jaw, warm tongue sliding down the curve of your neck as his fingers rubbed hard, slow circles around your clit. Your head tipped forward, forehead resting on the man's broad shoulder as you panted, breaths shuddering. He was torturing you.

"Suga, please..." You didn't even know what the fuck you were asking for. For him to stop? Keep going? You couldn't think straight anymore. Yoongi hooked the hem of your panties, moving them to the side and slipping two fingers between your folds. You gasped audibly, biting his shoulder as the mafioso began to suck on the curve of your neck. His mouth was hot against your skin, and slowly, slowly, he slid his fingers to your clit, trailing your arousal as he pressed long, slow circles against it.

"F-Fuck," you breathed. Your knees were weakening, forcing you to cling to the strong frame of the Boss. He pulled back and looked down at you with such intensity you could feel the pressure of his gaze. His long fingers felt so fucking good, your pussy was physically aching to have them inside of you.

"Mmm. I knew you'd be such a good little Kitten for me," his voice was low, rough, husky as he breathed against your ear. He pushed one finger into you and you bit down hard on his shoulder, fingers shaking as you tightened your grip on his arm. "And you're being such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He purred, adding his middle finger, working both of them slowly, tortorously up into you. He slipped his thumb over your clit, massaging it as you whined into the fabric of his jacket.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Kitten, I can't stop thinking about how well you'll take my cock, too." You couldn't stop the low moan from escaping you as he pumped his fingers into you, quickening his tempo. Your breaths came hot and hard, legs shaking as you stood clinging to him as he finger fucked you. You moaned out for him, Suga whispering into your ear exactly how he wanted to bend you over and bottom out inside of you.

You felt your pussy throb and your stomach tighten, panting out his name into his shoulder as you came all over his hand. Yoongi's fingers didn't slow their onslaught, fucking you through the waves of the best orgasm of your damned life. You had never come that fast, even with your vibrator.

"Damn, Kitten," he said, a smirk playing on his pouty lips as you pulled back and met his heavy, half-lidded eyes. Before you could apologize for making a mess, he was licking the evidence of your pleasure from his long, thin fingers. Your mouth opened but no sound came out. "Mmm. Such a sweet girl." God damn, he was hot. Yoongi's hand snapped out and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you in for another deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and his fingers tangled in your hair, holding you flush against him.

You could feel his cock straining against his pants, but after a moment, Yoongi let you go and stepped back, running a hand through his hair and letting out a long breath. You ran your tongue over your swollen lower lip, hungrily eyeing the outline of his arousal through his jeans. You couldn't help imagining how he would feel inside of you, filling you almost painfully. A soft whine fell from your lips and he dropped into the chair behind his desk, smiling knowingly up at you.

"I knew you'd respond well to my touch. I'm looking forward to the next time you piss me off, Kitten." Yoongi let out a low chuckle and crossed his arms. Even sitting down, his presence was so damned dominating, intoxicating. You needed more of him. "Come see me after you wake up; we need to discuss a few things about you living here, okay?"

You snapped your mouth closed and took a deep breath, half-staggering over to him. Damn. Legs won't work yet. Your head was swimming pleasantly as you stood looking down at him from across his expensive desk. You ran a hand through your hair, knowing without having to look that it was an absolute mess. You smiled sweetly across at him.

"Of course, Suga," you said, and saw a flash of heat in his eyes. Yoongi shifted his weight in his chair, and you figured he was still imagining slipping his cock inside of you whenever you said his name like that. You leaned down slightly so that you were eye-level with him, and that smirk was wiped right off of his face at the look in your eyes. "I'm looking forward to pissing you off too. Goodnight, Yoongi."

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: Well. Suga's a bit of an ass, isn't he? But an ass with really talented fingers, apparently.