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Boy Blue 💙 39: This wasn’t supposed to happen

While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not.

Or is he?

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💙 Taehyung x Female Reader x Yoongi

💙 word count: 3.2k + image of text conversation

💙 college au, text message au, strangers to lovers, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, poly, major character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+

💙 warnings: dubiously consensual vaginal sex with a gun to the head, use of vibrator. chapter is violent immediately under the cut.

💙 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💙 posted dec. 2021 | read on ao3

You sit on the edge of the bed crying, humiliated, and heartbroken. Not only have you managed to put Yoongi's life in danger, but he seems to hate you, glaring down at you with a fistful of your hair wound tightly in his grasp. Tears run down your cheeks, some running down Yoongi's stomach where your face remains pressed against him. As much as you have imagined wanting to be in this position, this wasn't quite how you wanted it to go.

"Kitten, please don't make me shoot one of you in the fucking head," Taehyung whines. "Haven't you dreamt of choking Yoongi’s cock down before? This should be easy."

You scoff and blink tears away pathetically before swallowing your pride. If a show is what Taehyung wants, then a show is what Taehyung will get. You lick your lips and bury your nose in the dark hair at the base of Yoongi's cock, feeling somewhat dizzy from his perfectly musky scent. What a shame you find his natural scent so perfectly attractive since you will likely never enjoy being here, like this, with him the way you desire.

Yoongi's cock remains soft as you swallow it down, slowly at first, opening your throat to welcome his length. He moans quietly, holding onto your hair tightly while you moan, trying your best to entice him further, and you feel him begin to grow between your lips while his hips gently rocking to match your rhythm. But still, something is holding him back from fully giving in to the feeling entirely.

A heavy sigh passes between Yoongi's lips before he throws your head off him, and you fall back against the mattress onto your elbows, shocked by his rejection.

"Alright, fuck it, Tae, you do this," Yoongi groans, eyes trained on the wall above your head.

Taehyung scoffs, running the gun down the side of Yoongi's neck, which Yoongi shivers against. "What a plot twist," he purrs. “Just yesterday, you were confessing to me...I mean to her...that you were in love."

Taehyung's eyes widen on the last two words while his mocking gaze turns on you. His grin is so wide and clownish it makes you feel sick to your stomach, and you blink heavily, turning away, feeling exposed and covering yourself with your hands.

"None of that shit matters now," Yoongi bites back, "just get on your fucking knees."

You glance up to see Taehyung's jaw tense. He uncocks the gun, turns on the safety and shoves it into a holster under his arm before grabbing Yoongi by the arms from behind and groaning against his neck. Yoongi's eyes flutter shut as he leans into Taehyung's mouth and his pretty lips part to let out a shattered sigh.

"I like this side of you, cat boy," Taehyung growls against Yoongi's shoulder. "Might just keep you alive so you can boss me around a little more."

Yoongi's eyes focus on the wall ahead of him, once more, squinting. "I don't fucking care what you like, just suck my fucking cock."

Taehyung drops to his knees, spins Yoongi by the hips to face him, causing Yoongi to grab Taehyung by the hair for stability, and Taehyung chuckles before taking Yoongi's cock into his mouth with a moan, twisting his head so his nose buries itself right where your nose was moments ago. Yoongi's mouth falls open with a gasp and he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as his head rolls back, all the while you lay feeling stunned and a little dejected.

One of Taehyung's large hands grips onto Yoongi's hip while the other snakes between his legs, kneading his ass as he bobs his head. Yoongi moans, a deep guttural sound that stirs your arousal as you sit mouth agape, watching him unravel between Taehyung’s lips. Not that you should be surprised, honestly; his mouth is very skilled.

"F-fuck," Yoongi whimpers, closing his eyes as he tangles both hands into Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung slowly lifts his mouth off of Yoongi's hard, throbbing cock, and you gasp at its length. How the fuck did he fit the whole thing down his throat?

"You, sir, have a beautiful cock," Taehyung purrs with tears sparkling between his eyelashes as he licks his reddened lips.

Yoongi grabs his cock, shoving it back into Taehyung's mouth, screaming, "Shut the fuck up! That mouth is only good for one thing, and it's not fucking talking."

Taehyung's eyes slam shut, and he moans as Yoongi ruts his hips, fucking his mouth, then he adjusts to sits up high on his knees, changing the angle until his nose is rubbing against Yoongi's pubic hairs once again. Yoongi stutters a string of consonants that almost resemble words, biting his bottom lip, and you hate that this is easily the hottest fucking thing you have ever seen.

With a shattered moan, Yoongi pulls Taehyung's head away. Spit trails between Taehyung's lips and Yoongi's cock, breaking as it becomes to heavy and falls to the cement floor.

"Gonna cum if you keep this up," Yoongi groans. "Where do you want it?"

Taehyung cocks his head and pulls his face into a look of mock concentration while his eyes land on you briefly before looking up at Yoongi.

"I would love to taste your cum, but it would be more entertaining to watch you hate fuck her." Taehyung says as he nods his chin toward you, making you feel suddenly very exposed and uncomfortable. Yoongi looks down, pulls his lips into a sneer and rolls his eyes.

"Fine. Whatever."

You back up, no longer as willing to submit as you were before, but Taehyung takes you by the ankle and drags you until you fall on your back with a scream. Yoongi gets onto his knees on the mattress, pumping his cock in his large hand, suddenly appearing exactly as he had in your rewritten memories, which sends you into a panic. Suddenly, you can no differentiate between real and fake as Yoongi towers over you with anger in his eyes.

"P-please," you stammer out as Yoongi throws your legs open, positioning himself between them. Tears fill your eyes, and you shake your head, sitting back on your elbows. In a flash, Yoongi's gaze is tender and sad, and you choke out a shattered breath, struggling to hold eye contact.

"We have to do this," Yoongi says. His voice sounds soft and defeated. "I don't want either of us dying. Not tonight."

A heavy exhale leaves your mouth, tears pour from your eyes, and you nod, laying back and reaching for Yoongi's neck to pull him close. Yoongi swats your hand away, grabs you by the hip and shoves his cock inside you. The stretch burns and feels incredible, and you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillow.

Taehyung approaches, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out your little pink vibrator, then tosses it to you. You let it hit your stomach and roll onto the mattress as Yoongi pulls out and slams his hips against you, unable to comprehend anything but how good he feels inside you.

The cocking of the hammer on Taehyung’s gun makes you gasp, and you gaze up to find it pointed once more at Yoongi's head. Your eyes dart between Taehyung and Yoongi, as panic causes your chest to heave.

"Cum on his cock before he finishes or I'm painting these drab walls with his pretty brain," Taehyung growls.

Frantically, you reach for the vibrator, switch it on and hold it to your clit, then you close your eyes and pretend that this is a scenario where you both want to be here fucking each other and that there is not a gun to Yoongi's head or disdain in his eyes.

The buzzing on your clit paired with Yoongi's cock feels amazing, and you whimper, relaxing into the blanket. Yoongi picks up the pace, holding onto your hips to anchor himself in a way that hits every place inside of you that you need him to, and you absolutely fucking melt.

"Yes," you whimper, "s-so good."

A large hand covers your mouth, and you open your eyes, surprised. Yoongi is glaring down at you, pushing against your face as he fucks you harder and rougher than you have ever been fucked. Fear and sadness bubble inside you, but Yoongi's cock drowns everything out, pounding you close to orgasm.

You whimper pathetically behind Yoongi's hand while your legs tremble and his fingers tighten, gripping your jaw painfully. And as you twirl the vibrator over your clit, crying from the overwhelming pressure of pain and pleasure as you cum, you squeeze your eyes shut, dizzy from the high that keeps building and building despite already beginning to crash over and over. Drool makes Yoongi's hand lose its grip on your mouth, and when he slams it onto the pillow next to your head in a fist, you scream, arching your back as his cock drags more and more pleasure from you.

Yoongi's hips stutter, and he gasps, leaning forward as he fills you with his release. Sweat drips from his forehead onto your chest, and he bows his back, pointing his face to the ceiling. Yoongi looks absolutely sinful, like perfection personified, and you are ripped away from the pleasure of witnessing him the moment he sneers down at you before pulling out and sitting back on his knees.

Taehyung uncocks the gun and claps his hands, grinning with wide eyes. You shiver, suddenly feeling too cold and wrap your hands around your chest. Yoongi gets up, and begins to reach for his shirt and briefs.

"Now that was a fucking show. So much passion, so much hatred. Wow. You do not disappoint Min Yoongi. Kind of want you to hate fuck me into a mattress."

Yoongi stands in his briefs, tugging his shirt over his head.

"If that's what it takes to get out of here alive, I'll fuck you till the only word you can comprehend is my name."

Taehyung grins, his eyes glimmering. "You are so hot cat boy!"

You reach for your clothing, which is piled in the corner of the bed, and pull your shirt over your head. You feel sore and sad and terrified of what is to come. Taehyung grabs your leggings before you have a chance to and pulls your phone from the pocket, and stuffs it into his pants, then shuffles around Yoongi's jeans for his phone, and holds it out to Yoongi without letting go of it. Yoongi unlocks the screen and crosses his arms as Taehyung shuffles to the bed and sits next to you, opening WhatsApp.

"We need to let Jimin know that you got a flat tire and will not be coming home tonight. Come up with something convincing, I do absolutely do not want him coming out here in a panic and getting caught in this sordid web too."

"All lowercase, except for names," Yoongi says in an annoyed monotone, "Hey Jiminssi, we got a flat tire and have to stay just outside of...” he thinks for a few seconds, “Cheonan-si. We're getting the hotel sorted out right now. I'll let you know when we hit the road tomorrow."

“Jiminssi?” Taehyung asks, and Yoongi sighs.

“I butter him up with honorifics whenever I deliver bad news.”

Taehyung chuckles and types, biting his lower lip as he waits for a response.

"He says he's bored, drive safely, and take care of his baby," Taehyung relays, pausing for Yoongi to continue.

Yoongi sighs. "Only the best for you, Jimina. Don't stay out too late, I'll see you soon."

Taehyung looks like a delighted child as he types, with his thumbs dancing excitedly over the keys with his eyes lit up.

"Jimin says 'yes dad'," Taehyung chuckles.

Yoongi laughs quietly, but it is a sad, knowing laugh. His eyes fall, and you wonder if he is thinking about whether or not he will ever see his best friend again.

"Send him a black heart emoji. Actually, send three. That should be good."

Taehyung coos as he finishes his message, smiling widely and turning soft when Jimin seems to reply immediately. It makes you feel disgusted—makes you ache for Yoongi and for Jimin, who will eventually realize that you may never be going to Busan, after all. You look over the conversation, feeling your heart sink into the dirty mattress.

"Alright, I'll be back later with dinner," Taehyung mumbles as he slides off of the bed and straightens out his clothes.

Taehyung fishes a key from his pocket, unlocks the door, and peeks over his shoulder as if expecting Yoongi to try to advance, but Yoongi just stands, staring at the floor. Taehyung smirks, chuckling as he glances at you.

"Get cozy, you two," Taehyung muses as he opens the door. "Or, at least try not to kill each other; that's my job."

You sit quietly, shivering in your shirt and panties, not wanting to fuss with your knee brace to put your pants back on, and staring at the door as you hear it lock from the outside. You do not wish to think about everything that transpired, but the imagines flood your brain. Everything feels hazy, like none of it actually happened, and yet, you can feel traces of it all over your body. You want to reach out to Yoongi, to talk to him, but you are afraid that he will just silence you again and burn through you with searing, hateful eyes.

It takes you by surprise when you hear it, and you are not even sure you do at first—soft whimpering sounds and maybe a sniffle. Your eyes dart to Yoongi, who sits on the edge of the bed with his back to you, and you watch his shoulders for movement. Sure enough, one of them trembles, followed by the sound of a sob being choked back.

Fuck, you think. He's crying.

You want to reach out, to comfort him, to call for him, but you sit frozen against the wall, watching as he cries steadily at first before finally letting go and collapsing into himself, falling forward into his hands. Yoongi slides from the bed, knees hitting the floor, as he rests his head against the side of the mattress and hugs himself tightly while he quietly cries. You open your mouth to say his name, but all that comes out is a rough puff of air, the rest stuck in your throat.

Yoongi must have heard it, though, and he turns his head to look at you, with swollen and bloodshot eyes, cheeks streaked and wet and still so, devastatingly pretty. He looks broken, pitiful, and scared, and when you tap on the mattress beside you, Yoongi follows the motion with his eyes until they slowly fall further and his head sinks against the bed.

"Come here," you encourage him, bracing yourself for him to scream at you, but he just looks up again with eyes that seem glassy and distant.

Yoongi clambers back onto the bed, crawling on wobbly arms as he struggles to hold his weight up. As he reaches you, he curls toward the wall with his head on your thigh, looking so beautiful and so vulnerable, and you hold back the urge to cry with him, deciding that it would be best to stay composed for his sake right now.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

Yoongi continues to hug his chest, staring at the wall as gentle sobs escape his lips.

"Can I touch you?"

Yoongi nods feebly and closes his eyes, and you gently run your fingers along his temple, down his cheek. With a small sigh, Yoongi presses his face into your thigh, and he seems to relax a little. You sit this way for a while, until his tears seem to have stopped, replaced by a faraway, numb stare, and although you are cold and uncomfortable, all you care about is giving Yoongi time and space to calm down. Yoongi finally opens his mouth, exhaling a few times before finding what he wants to say.

"I hurt you," him whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut once more. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

You snort a small puff of air; your chest feels a little tight, and you continue to dance your fingers along Yoongi's face, to push back his hair, which is slick with sweat.

Yes, you think, you did hurt me, but I hurt you too.

"I'm not upset with you," you assure, but Yoongi tenses more, curling further in on himself. "You did hurt me, and everything was kind of confusing and everything was kind of a lot, but...you also felt amazing."

The last part slips out, surprising yourself as you say it. Now probably is not the time to congratulate Yoongi on his amazing dick game, but you hope to be at least a little reassuring that the entire experience was not terrible. Yoongi turns, laying on his back, looking up at you, and his tender expression makes your stomach do a backflip.

"Everything spun around so fast," Yoongi mutters, eyes wide and sad. "I was angry about the situation, and I guess I was angry with you, but...not really. I don't know. I didn't want Taehyung to shoot me, and I couldn't get hard with the gun at my head, so I shoved you away and forced him to do it instead. I'm sorry. You probably felt terrible, but I was panicked."

"Hey," you say softly, cupping Yoongi's chin, smiling sadly, but doing your best. "It did; it sucked. It felt terrible. But I get it." You shake your head slowly, trying to find the words with everything swimming around too fast to keep up with. "I don't want you to feel guilty, okay? We ended up in this fucked up situation, and we need to work together to get out of here."

Yoongi smiles softly, nodding.

"No more apologies, okay?" you insist, raising your eyebrows. "Just do what we have to until we can get out of here."

Yoongi sits up and shifts his weight around until his back is against the wall. He tenses, probably because it is cold, before settling and putting his head on your shoulder. You grab Yoongi's hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and he lets out a soft sigh.

"I can't believe Tae sucks cock so well," Yoongi finally says, and you laugh, slightly taken aback by how casually he brings it up.

"It's dangerous, honestly,” Yoongi continues with a low grumble. “How charming he is…how good he is. I worry about what he's going to make us do next. I worry about how crazy it will make me feel. And, despite everything else, how much I might like it."

You sigh, still struggling to fully grasp the situation. It also worries you how good it felt, despite your fear and sadness, how amazing it was to be fucked so hard by Yoongi, and how hard he made you cum.

Silence falls over the room as you sit, tilting your head against Yoongi’s, which continues to rest on your shoulder. There are a lot of other variables to this situation that you are beginning to consider, such as where you are supposed to go to the bathroom. And you do not really want to think about it, so you continue to sit, staring at the wall ahead, smelling Yoongi's hair and hoping Taehyung does not come back for a while.

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