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TOXIC LOVE (Sexual content)
"But Jennie kim your mine." He growls, his fingers tighten around her throat. Her hands grip at his wrist begging for him to let go. "Mine, and only mine."
In a world where villains and hero's exist, Jennie had her duties as a hero to protect their city, and Taehyung was the horrid monster that just wouldn't stop with his never ending attacks against the civilians that lived there. The most ironic part to this story is that, the villain, the one person she's supposed to hate is the only one who knows her identity and vise verse.
His grip grows tighter the longer she doesn't react to his violence. She likes it, like seeing him upset it fuels the fire in her stomach. He pushes her harder against the brick alleyway wall. It's almost dark, the night sky painted by orange and yellows, and surely no one could see them.
"I don't belong to anyone." She spits out, she kicks her knee forward and it hits the villain right in his pride and joy. "And I never will." As he's vulnerable she pushes him by the shoulder and slams him against the wall, his cheek pressed against the abrasive wall and an arm bent behind his back.
"Oh, I love when you get aggressive." He pants, she rolls her eyes and pushes him harder into the wall, he winces in pain.
"I should bring you in right now." She growls close to his ear, and the sensation goes straight to his groin.
"But you won't, will you." He smirks and she wants to smack it away.
"Who says I won't."
"I know you won't, love." He chuckles and it sound dark and conceding. "Because you like this."
Jennie raises her brow in question but Taehyung throws his head back right into her nose and she stumbles back grabbing ahold of the pained spot. "Shit!" She shrieks, she could already feel the warm blood rushing from her nose.
"Uh oh, my babies hurt." He smirks, he grabs her wrist and yanks her forward, chest to chest, a little puff of air leave her lips from the contact. He's gentle when he uses his other hand to caress her cheek. "You like this back and forth thing we have going on, don't you?"
She doesn't answer, she gulps when he runs the pad of his thumb under nose, wiping the blood away. "Admit it, pretty. Admit you want this."
"I don't." She says, but there's a little tremble in her voice and her eyes trail down to his lips.
"But you do, love. You want me, you just can't admit it to yourself. I mean if I were you I wouldn't want to admit to it either. Right?" He slowly walks her backwards until their pressed up against the opposite wall. "Because that would be you admitting to the darkest parts of your self." He whispers softly. He lowers his hand and presses the flat of his palm against her thigh and she shivers. His large hands caress up the latex of her black suit and grip tight around the curve of her waist. She arches into the touch and their bodies are pressed completely now and she can feel everything, everything.
"I want you Jennie kim." He lets out airily, "If it isn't already obvious." he leans close enough that their noses touch. "And you want me too, say it."
"N-no."
"Say it Jennie kim."
She shakes her head but leans up ready to press her lips against his but he leans away.
"You can't have me, unless you say it." his voice is so deep it sends shivers down her spine. "Say you want me."
"I-"
He presses against her, a sort of encouragement.
"Want you."
He hums and leans down to her neck kissing the skin softly, he opens up his mouth and the heat of his breath has her squeezing her legs together, he sucks it softly and she tries to not let a noise out. When he pulls away he looks her eye in the eyes, their lips softly brushing together. "What do you want?"
