Has anyone else thought about the fact that when Fall Out Boy was touring Folie a Deux, Patrick was only 25 years old.
Do you realize how stinking crazy that is? The boy had five albums under his belt, had traveled the world multiple times, had been nominated for a Grammy, and HE WAS ONLY TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD. (Also Joe was only 25 as well!)
Plus, by the way, I am writing about consensual angry sex!
“Save it - I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You spat at Jin, storming past him in absolute rage. Jin had built up frustration, wanting to bicker back at you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, he pulled on your arm, tugging you back, and giving you a rough kiss. Jin pushed you up against the wall, the kiss growing more intense.
You knew where this was heading, and you also knew that Jin wasn’t going to go easy on you, but you didn’t mind that one bit.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again! I can’t even look at you, Yoongi!” Your face was twisted with anger.
“Won’t you even let me speak for a fucking second?” Yoongi argued back. You turned your back to Yoongi and scoffed. You couldn’t believe something so little made you both erupt into a massive argument. You wanted to apologise, but at the same time, you were too stubborn to do so. And it wasn’t all your fault either, so why couldn’t he apologise first?
You felt Yoongi’s arms wrap around your waist, and pull you forcefully into him. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you had let out a small gasp in shock.
“Say sorry.” Yoongi growled into your ear.
Yoongi dipped his head into the side of your neck, leaving hickeys. You moaned his name, tilting your head so he had more access. You asked for him to touch you, to which he chuckled at your question.
“No. I’m not giving you what you want right away. Beg for me first.”
“Go sleep on the couch or something. I’m not sleeping in the same bed as a liar.” You said coldly, staring at Namjoon in rage.
“Why do I have to be the one to sleep on the couch? You’re the one being fucking unreasonable!” Namjoon yelled.
“I’m not putting up with this!”
You were about to walk out of your bedroom and just sleep on the couch, when Namjoon pushed you onto the bed. He started to undo his belt, and that was when you realised what was happening. Once Namjoon unbuckled his belt, he postioned his body between your thighs, and leaned down, giving you the most heated and intense kiss you had ever experienced. He pulled away, and you whined, needing more.
“Don’t bother complaining tomorrow that you’re sore - you brought this on yourself.”
“Hoseok if you really hate me, then just leave!” You yelled, your hands clenching into fists.
“I never said that I hated you! I love you, alright?!” Hoseok retaliated. You groaned in frustration.
“Then fucking act like you do!” You barked back.
You didn’t know what to do, but tear your eyes away from Hoseok’s face as seeing his angered expression outraged you even more. You screwed your eyes shut, soon hearing footsteps approaching you. You opened your eyes immediately to see Hoseok right in front of you. As you was about to scream at him, he pushed you backwards until you could feel your table pressing into the lower of your back.
Hoseok’s lips became attatched to yours, and what usually would of been a slow passionate kiss, was actually aggressive and harsh. Your eyes widened, shocked at the almost demanding kiss the both of you shared. Hoseok pulled away, and lifted you up slightly. You sat on the table.
“So naughty, always getting into trouble with Daddy.”
“Why are you doing that, Tae?! Why do you always twist my words? I’m sick of it!” You almost screamed. “I. Hate. You!” You yelled, your words laced with malice. Your heart was rapid, averaging at - probably - 100 beats per minute.
Taehyung stayed silent. Honestly, you felt slightly embarrassed at the sudden silence that hung in the air.
Suddenly, Taehyung picked you up, your legs becoming wrapped around his waist. He kissed you, and you could feel the energy the both of you had put into the kiss. It was all out of frustration. Both of your tongues fought for dominance, but in the end, you gave in, letting him win.
He walked the both of you to the bed, not daring to break the kiss. He laid you down on the bed first, then started to remove your top.
“You never seem to learn, do you? I guess I’ll just have to teach you another lesson.”
“Leave, Jimin. Pack your stuff and get out of my life!” Of course, you didn’t mean a single word you said, but you wanted to say something to get the point across that you were extremely angry. You despised the feeling of anger as it had always got the best of you, and it made you say horrible things just due to the heat of the moment.
Jimin chuckled deeply, and you watched him in disgust.
“You think this is a joke?”
Jimin shook his head. “No, but I think you ought to be taught a lesson.” Jimin replied. “Upstairs. Bed. Now.” He ordered.
You did as he told you, rushing up the stairs to the bedroom, Jimin following closely behind.
“If you would of just listened to what I said, I wouldn’t of had to keep telling you, Jungkook! Listen for once in your goddamn life! We wouldn’t have been in this fucking mess!” You were outraged, the temptation of wanting to pull your hair out was nearly impossible. You were trembling, feeling anger coursing through your own veins.
“You’re unbelievable!” Jungkook cried.
“That’s rich coming from your mouth, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s eyes grew darker, but in that moment, you couldn’t of cared less. That was until he had you pushed against the wall, licking his lips and staring straight into your eyes.
“I’d be a good girl from here on now or otherwise, I’m not going to give you what you want. Daddy isn’t happy with you - not one bit.”