My mafia badboy

first steps to death

kim hoseok and min yoongi

my face burns hot as I feel my heart throb faster and faster. Min shuffles close to me, (why are you so skiddish) min says in a deep wondrous tone. My body shivers in fear, him being so close to me his sent filling the air. I chuckle trying to release tension. Mins face only inches from mine, ( you keep ur f*****g mouth shut or ill make sure you can't say s**t again). He flicks his head away from me and slams the door behind him. I lean over and puke, I was only inches from death, I saw something that I'll never be able to unsee again. I puke even more nervous as hell.

Min yoongi prev

A dead body lays in my grasp, I hate what I do, murder because I'm a mob boss. It's sickening to know I can take a life in seconds. as the girls body lays dead on the ground I wonder why did I kill her, movements catchs me. I turn and see what looks to be a boy. he scans the girl on the ground and runs. I chase after him knowing if he could he will tell, I sprint faster to catch up with him but he is shifty and fast, I get him in a bathroom. His face so buetiful, almost feminine, alittle chubby but he's gorgeous. Fear flashes through his emotions and eyes. I get close to him knowing he knows that I killed that girl. he shutters and flenches. the room sets a mood dark and mysterious. the boy kn front of me is fearstruck tears slide down his face. "I'm not gonna hurt u" I say trying to allow him to rest. the boy scouts me out, look if you say a f*****g this I'll make sure you don't say s**t, got it I say. I was gonna kill him but something stopped me. maybe it's was the person. I kept think as I turn and walked out.

kim hoseok prev

I scramble to get to my feet as I leave this nasty bathroom that I was chased to. Why didn't he kill me I kept thinking. make my way the the end of a street before I see him, I see the murderer again. he makes his way to me I try to flee but he grabs my wrist. ( look I know your not gonna stay quiet, what do I have to do) he ask, this guy is hot as hell with his soft features, hjs chubby face plumb lips, brown hair and monolid eyes. everything is hot with hom and about him. " Sleep With me, whenever I say and want to" I blurt out before I can stop myself. the expression is dead on his face, but his face burns red( fine but u can't say s**t to anyone). I nod. he turns to leave before I grab his waist, he gasp( what are you doing) he says in a harsh tone," you agreed to my deal" I say being more bold than I ever have. his face blank, with a million questions written across his face, I lean in and kiss him. gosh his lips are sweet like honey and smooth like butter, he doesn't seem to resist, if anything he seems to enjoy this. his hands make his way to my waist, like we have been lovers forever, childhood besties. I brake the kiss, and grab his hand. i pull him to my small dorm room. Let's go) I say Being a little timid. we make our way to my room. (strip) I say, he pulls off his clothes and gets in the bed, his face holds such soft features on it. I stand still knowing something he doesn't. He chuckles aren't you gonna do the same" ( I have a slight confession) his smirk drops" yea what's up"( I was born a girl, but I'm trans) " I don't care I like trans" my face burns. as I strip slowly and climb in bed, he flips me on bottom( look I'm naughty and rough so don't expect gentle) he says in a serious voice. he kisses me and... when a force entered my body, he was in me before I can moan he sticks his tounge down my throat, he taste like a minty strawberry, but he thrust slowly and then rough and fast my body tries to unjust to this new experience, but it can't the pain and relief hits different in ever area, he inclines our fingers together and forces himself even deeper into me, a loud moan escapes my mouth he chuckles "you like that don't u" my head nods, his mouth kisses my neck sending a jolt of warmth up my body. he breathes quiver and shakes as he calms down and lays beside of me. my heart races, I had s*x with a mafia badboy. And I just met him.