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Dirty Work

A/N: MATURE content ahead! TRIGGER warning as well! Read at your own risk!
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It was just another normal day in NYC. The traffic, people shouting at someone or something, killing a couple people, burying a couple bodies, the subway — you know, the usual.

If you don't know, I work for the FBI. I'm the best fucking agent and the best detective in the force. But what some people don't know is that I work undercover for the most wanted criminal/murderer/motherfucking sex god, Kim Taehyung.

Yesterday, Tae called me over to help bury a couple of bodies and leave a lily like how he does it for every job. Then we'd go home to have the craziest, freakiest sex ever. Dear God, how in the hell did I end up here?

I worked on a case about him a year ago, and met him in the middle of a drug exchange, but instead of arresting his ass, he offered me a deal. He offered me a shit ton of money if I get rid of every single piece of information about him, and boy did I struck oil. I mean, I don't get a lot from my normal job, so I shook hands with the devil.

I grabbed a couple of files from the office, and burned them as I was told. I couldn't get rid of his files all at once or else my colleagues would grow suspicious.

Walking out of the office and into the bitter cold, I called Taehyung.

"I did as you told me to."

"Good girl. Now, come back home. Daddy has a little reward for you."

Something's been bothering me lately though. One of the higher ups was acting strange around me, and that person was none other than Kim Namjoon. He's the like the leader of this "team."

As I said, he keeps acting strange around me, especially after Jeon Jungkook (a fellow agent; one of the best if I may add) was murdered. And I wonder who did it. Hmm. He was a good fuck though. He's got thighs like a Greek god. A bitch was quaking in her boots like damn.

Too bad I had to get rid of him. I had no choice to be honest. I didn't want to get caught, and I didn't want Taehyung to get caught so the kid had to go.

Now that leaves me here back at the office, rummaging through files, and tampering some information involving Taehyung and the murder he and I did a couple days ago. What I didn't realize was that Namjoon was here too. He almost caught me in the act, but luckily, I was done with my tasks. I played it cool, and started a conversation. Like the flirt that I am, I asked him out for a drink, and he gladly obliged.

After one shot too many, we were fucking hammered (more like he was). One thing led to another, and we're here at my place, tearing each other's clothes off like savages. Open-mouthed kisses from head to toe; red hand marks; heavy breathing; the creaking of the bed frame; shit did that man leave me breathless. He knew how to fucking use his dick and use it well. Damn, I couldn't even walk the next day.

I felt guilty that I did this behind Tae's back, but damn did it feel good. A girl's gotta have fun right?

Speaking of the bastard, he called me up saying that he's coming over in a couple hours to discuss plans and shit like that. Right timing because Namjoon just left the building— after a heated make-out session in front of my door of course. My head was spinning, my heart was beating a mile a minute, and my breath quickened at the thought of him. Shit was I whipped.

But that all went out the door when Taehyung walked in.

He began to discuss the plans with me. He said something about going to Japan for a drug deal or something like that cause a guy didn't pay. I didn't realize I was spacing out until I felt a finger underneath my chin, lifting my head to face him.

"You think I didn't notice you not paying any attention to me? Or the fact that you had someone over?" Taehyung turned to the side, and I followed only to see a couple of ripped gold packets next to my bed.

Next thing I knew, I was tied to the bed, begging Taehyung to let me cum. I was a fucking mess: sweat, tears, pre-cum — he does not play around when it comes to shit like this. Boy, did I enjoy every single second of it.

Taehyung grabs me by the throat, and threateningly stares into my eyes.

"When I untie you, you better not fucking touch yourself or I'll ruin you again. You hear me, princess? Don't even think about having that dick-for-brains over here either. Or I'll put an end to both of you. You know how fucking powerful daddy is, right? Don't you, kitten? Now, be the good girl that you are, and do as I say, okay?"

Being the brat that I am, I tried to shake my head no, but he kept my head still.

"Did you not hear me? Do I have to fuck your brains out to get you to understand a word that comes out of my mouth? If that's what you want, I'll give you what you fucking want you needy slut."

A couple days later, Namjoon asked me out on a date. I hesitated because, of course: he was suspecting me of being involved with Taehyung; he's one of the higher ups; and lastly, Taehyung demanded that I not see him. Ever.

But I decided to disobey, and said yes. I'm getting ready, putting on my clothes and putting the finishing touches to makeup. I probably wouldn't mind another punishment from Taehyung. Same old shit, over and over ag-

"So what do we have here, kitten?"

I quickly turned around to see Taehyung peering over me while keeping his eyes on my journal. I tried to put it away, but the look in his eyes told me to stay put. He flipped through the pages, and I could see his eyes turn dark in a matter of seconds.

"You wrote about everything we've done? Everything I've done? How stupid can you be!" Taehyung slammed the journal down onto my desk, making me jump. What really caught my attention was the shiny blade he was pulling out of his pocket.

"I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice, princess. See you in hell."

Damn, why did I pick her to do shit for me? Could've been better off with other whores off the street. At least they could keep their mouth shut.

"Ah shit, the bitch's blood is all over my Gucci shoes. And I just bought these! Fuck!" I angrily kicked her lifeless body like trash. Damn bitch deserves it.

I turn back to her desk to grab the journal. But before I could head out the door, I decided to leave a little something for the dick-for-brains my "good girl" was seeing.

Dear dick-for-brains,

I'm sorry I had to kill your only shot at pussy. My kitten was the smartest detective on the field, yet she pulled shit like this. I thought she knew better than to work undercover for someone like me whilst working for someone like you. With that kind of mind, personality, and a throbbing cunt for a murderer like me, she was hopeless so she had to go. Too bad she was a good fuck though.

- V

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