Too Many Temptations

Chapter 14: Sleeping With The Devil

Trigger warnings: rape, blood, violence

"Oohs" "awwws" and aaahs" filled the practice room at Big Hit as the seven boys all looked through the photos you brought back. You sat on the floor, your oversized sweater slumping a bit lower on your shoulder. You smiled up at the boys who all began to fight over who the baby looked like.

"Is it a girl or a boy?" Hoseok asked as his bright smile flashed your way.

"It's way too early to tell, Hobi. They won't be able to tell me that for another 3 months or so." You pull your sleeves over your arms and pull them close to your body.

Jungkook and Jimin both kept staring at you, and you weren't sure who to look at. This was no time to be worrying about your feelings. You were going to be a mom for goodness sake.

"Guys can we go get some food? I would kill for some nachos right now." You stood up, swing your bag over your head and let it rest on your hip.

The boys all nod excitedly. Namjoon hands you the strip of photos and kisses your forehead during the exchange. Everyone begins to rush out of the room and you follow, smiling at the beautiful idiots racing to the car. As you put your hand out to grab the door, a hand grips your wrist. You turn quickly to see Yoongi staring at you.

"Yoongi.. what..." before you can finish, he pushes the door closed in front of you, flipping the lock. Your eyes are locked onto his dark expression. It's terrifying but somehow attractive. "Yoongi! What are you doing?"

"I know everyone's just so excited about this baby thing, but I don't know why." Yoongi began getting even closer to your frame, you took a step backwards. "This is going to fuck it all up, you know that?" He approached again, his eyes full of anger. You step back again, but your heel meets the wall as you find yourself cornered. Yoongi pushes a hand up your exposed collarbone, and weaves his fingers into your hair, just behind your ear. "Our careers. Our future. All of it. It's all fucked up." He was scaring you.

"...Yoongi I..." you felt your hand being shoved and harshly pinned against the wall behind you as Yoongi hungrily began sucking and biting on your neck. It hurt. "Yoongi! STOP!" Yoongi removed his hand from your hair only to push it over your mouth, muffling your screams.

You felt Yoongi's smile grow against your skin as you squirmed and jerked to get away from him. "Now, baby girl. What should we do to make this right again?" Yoongi spoke into your neck as he continued to lick and suck at your skin.

Yoongi freed your hand, and began running his own palm up your thigh. He unzipped your denim shorts and pulled them down harshly. Tears began to well up in your eyes as his force and words hurt you. His hand slipped underneath your cotton panties and began teasing your slit.

"I'm going to let you speak now, slut. Don't make me regret it." He removed his hand from your mouth while he continued to run his fingers back and fourth on your soaked slit.

"Yoongi..." You panted and moaned a bit, you weren't sure why, but you liked this. "Yoongi, please. Stop."

"I can tell you don't really want me to."

"I really do. Stop Yoongi."

"Yeah? You really want me to stop?" Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside of you and he watched your back arch and your eyes shut. Your moans became louder and louder as they synched up with the thrusts of his hand. "I don't think you wanted me to stop. You're just a slut that likes to get fucked and touched." His words stung but his fingers eased the pain. "Do you know how many sluts we've shared? How many girls that Jimin or Jungkook have 'cared' about. A million. Fan girls, stylists, whoever. Not one of them were dumb enough to get pregnant, but here you are. Holding the downfall of all my life's work inside of your uterus." Yoongi looked down to your stomach as he pushed a third finger inside of you and began thrusting them into you harder and faster. He saw blood begin to spill into his hand and he smiled up at you. He wrapped a hand around your throat, and leaned in closely. "I promise, slut, I'll make this go away."

You couldn't breathe, his hand was fucking you so hard, it stung but fuck it felt so good. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you approached your climax, and as you began to slip from consciousness, you rocked your hips on his hand and rode out your high onto him. His fingers gripped your throat tighter as you finished, and finally you fell to the floor.

Yoongi stood over you, blood dripping from his finger tips. You lay on the ground, your shorts down to your thighs, and blood saturating your panties. Your face was light purple color. He marveled at his work, and he rushed to the bathroom, making sure to text the members that he forgot he had a meeting and wouldn't make it to lunch. He washed his hands, and returned to the practice room where you were still unconscious. He closed the door with a smirk, and left the building.

Him and his brothers won't be having a baby, he'd do anything to make sure of it.