#Do Gang Jae smut

[milfgyuu]

Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.

Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and he’s well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.

That doesn’t mean he’s not watching out of the corner of his eye as you’re pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and you’re obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesn’t have to hear you to make them out. It’s obvious who’s on the other end of that call and just knowing you’re still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.

He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation. 

When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologies…you knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. You’re more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope he’d come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, he’s running with his new crew. 

Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a fool’s hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.

The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count. 

You’re pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheol’s side. He’s warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldn’t stand…how close the two of you were. 

Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault. 

He also notoriously let’s you get away with pretty much everything. 

So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer he’s yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests. 

“That doesn’t belong to you,” he grumbles, though he doesn’t do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.

You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl he’s been sporting for most of the night.

“You gonna tell me why you’ve been so grumpy?” you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, “You only nurse a beer when you’re in a shit mood.”

He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesn’t put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. You’re so close that he doesn’t even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. “I didn’t realize you paid that much attention to me.” His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.

“I’ve known you longer than anyone else here,” you reason, “You can’t hide anything from me.”

Seungcheol snickers, “Oh, I bet I could.”

You don’t get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and you’re about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.

“You want me to answer it?” 

Seungcheol’s tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. “He’ll give up.”

That isn’t typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really don’t feel like dealing with Jae’s bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isn’t comprised of the ones he’s made. Better to keep him out of it too.  

Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but he’s more like your big, scary guard dog and even though you’re never on the receiving end, you know he’s got a nasty bite so you’d prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of you…he toes that line enough as it is.

Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally you’d leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.

It’s the only reason you’re answering, shouting over the noise, “You’d better be dying. What the hell do you want?”

“Baby, I just need to talk to you and you’re ignoring me,” he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, “I already said I was sorry! Your friends don’t even like me so I don’t know why you asked me to come. They don’t think I’m good enough for you.”

“You’re not good enough for me,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, “You’ve proved that time and time again and I don’t need them to tell me what I already know. I’m busy. Don’t call me again.”

“Wait, wait!” he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, “I’ll come pick you up, sweetheart. I’ll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and I’ll come get you.”

Your face bunches up incredulously, “Don’t bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I don’t want you here and I’m definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. I’m with my crew and you’re with yours,” you argue back, “That’s what you chose, so that’s what you get.”

There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter. 

“You’re lucky you’re hot because it’s a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, you’re just trying to piss me off so I’ll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you don’t get enough fucking attentio-”

“Hang up,” comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.

You don’t waste another breath except to say, “Don’t call me again,” before disconnecting..

As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghan’s gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like it’s totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place. 

Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadn’t vibrated again a minute later. 

It’s just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial,  but then it buzzes again….and again. Then it’s a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You don’t even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.

Minutes pass and you’re trying really hard to enjoy Chan’s little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but it’s difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your ex’s fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheol’s body still so close to your own.. 

He’s wholly enraged and you can feel it.

There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and you’re about to turn to speak to Jihoon and then…another text comes through. Seungcheol’s patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket. 

You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. He’s not doing it to punish you - that’s the reason you don’t push back - he’s going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows it’s not going to happen if you’re glued to your phone and so do you. 

Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. “You’re giving that back later, right?”

His answering grin is troubling. “I might make you earn it.”

You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because he’s probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then it’s back to chaos and you’re finally free to be a part of it.

Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Hao’s girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshua’s hair, the tip of Jun’s nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.

When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly you’re being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance you’re sure he’s fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - it’s fun and somewhat terrifying when he’s nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin. 

It’s not his fault that he’s got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so it’s mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but it’s a blast. 

And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesn’t even notice that you’ve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. “You givin’ up on me?”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” 

The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonight’s falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, it’s Hoshi who’s already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. “This is a private event so unfortunately for you, you’ll have to fuck off.”

Jae scoffs aloud, “I don’t give a shit about your party.”

Then his scowl twists into a smirk but it’s cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.

“I came for my girl but it looks like she’s already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldn’t make time for her. Typical.”

Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns menacingly. 

“Watch my mouth? I’m just pointing out that facts. I should have known that’s why she suddenly didn’t want me here,” he goes on like every pair of eyes on him aren’t glaring daggers, “Would have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.”

Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.

Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, “You’re her big brother,” he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, “You’re really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crew’s designated whor-”

He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, he’s still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. You’re sure his jaw is broken and you’re glad. 

Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.

Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means he’s not done and after what your ex just said…you’re not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyu’s protective grip to push your way to the front where you’re relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your ex’s hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheol’s boot and the screaming starts anew. 

When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheol’s chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and you’re trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesn’t but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and that’s enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly. 

You turn just your head to look down at Jae who’s never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears. 

Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, “Always running your fucking mouth,” then he nods in your brother’s direction, “I should let him cut your tongue out.”

Jeonghan’s knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like he’s itching to use it. 

He’s no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. “Jeonghan,” you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable. 

He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. “You’re safe…for now,” he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, “And don’t bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,” He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, “I bet you didn’t tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed they’re going to be when they find out.”

Jae’s brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. “How do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,” he croons and Jae’s eyes widen with renewed horror, “Loyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? We’ll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and who’s responsible for,” he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, “This.”

When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheol’s chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. It’s cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly he’s been working for, you’d consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.

Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jae’s unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jae’s phone in hand. They’ll dump him outside, a few blocks away. He’s lucky they’re not animals - Josh will use Jae’s phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, he’s no longer your crew’s problem. Retaliation isn’t even a concern in this situation.

The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isn’t a single member of your crew who wouldn’t have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You don’t have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.

So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.

“Pardon the interuption,” you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, “Turn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,” you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, “Drinks are still on the big guy so you’d better take advantage while he’s still feeling generous.”

Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing. 

Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesn’t bounce back nearly as fast.

“Why don’t we take a walk out back?”

He doesn’t budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Let’s go.”

No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. It’s dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheol’s shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. They’re also red and angry after making direct contact with Jae’s teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you lightly grumble, “You can’t go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.”

Nothing at first and then there’s a little huff of laughter. “I can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.”

“You broke his jaw…and probably a few ribs with that kick,” you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. “My point is that I know you can but that doesn’t mean you should. If you get arrested, who’s gonna take care of me?”

He smirks. “Spoiled.”

“Your fault,” you roll your eyes and really look at him. “I didn’t know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I would’ve cut him off completely If I had.”

“I didn’t know either,” he admits, shrugging off your surprise, “Jeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.”

“Hannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,” you counter with a small grin, “Besides, he’s your best friend so think about what that says about you.”

He just winks in response. It’s maddening and attractive, per usual. 

“Mhm,” you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. “I’m glad to see you’re in a better mood,” you tease him, “I thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.”

Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. “I’m never mad at you.”

You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, “That’s a blatant lie and you know it. I can’t even count how many times you’ve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.”

“The handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,” he argues back with a short laugh, “Calling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but it’s not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything it’s mild frustration.”

You narrow your eyes at him. It’s more than mild. “Say what you need to say, Cheol.”

He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. “You’re too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?”

You purse your lips. “Touche,” he’s not wrong, “I am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. It’s not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. We’re lowlifes…we associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize I’m not worth the trouble.”

He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat you’re starting to wish for. “You are the trouble,” his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, “Nice boys too soft for you anyway and we’re not lowlifes…we just live a little differently. You can do better,” he smirks when you roll your eyes again, “You can…you just don’t.”

You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. “Oh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-” then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing what’s coming. “Oh, wait! I forgot. You’ve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?”

He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. “You’re high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? I’ve got enough on my plate.”

You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. “You’re a big boy, Cheol. Don’t let me hold you back. I can handle myself.”

At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. “You can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speeding…again?”

You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. “Who taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghan’s bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bed…all night?” he pushes closer and lowers his voice “Who bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someone’s head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?”

“He looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!” You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, “How was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and I’d do it again!”

Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though it’s half-assed. 

“Shhhh,” he laughs even harder, “I know, I know. I’m just teasing,” he grins when you finally crack a small smile, “Honestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear it’s left a big ugly scar.”

You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. “Proud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.”

“Quit doing dangerous shit without me,” he shrugs unapologetically, “If you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure I’m there to back you up.”

You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the wind’s path, blocking you from the worst of it because that’s what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what you’re trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater. 

He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As you’ve grown older together, you’ve learned that it’s best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. “It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight.”

He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. “We can go back inside if you want.”

Whatever you want - it’s always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.

You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. It’s almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.

“What if I asked you to take me home?”

Simple. “We can go home. Just gotta grab my key-”

You shake your head with a small laugh. “Actually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.”

His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. “What song? I love karaoke.”

“Liar. You hate karaoke,” you grin, “Why do you give into anything I ask?”

His smile is so beautiful - it always has been. 

“I do not give into everything,” he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, “Go ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.”

“Great! So, you’ll let me drive your car tomorrow night?” you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. It’s in the bag.

He hardly budges. “No,” comes from those plump lips more clearly than you’ve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. “I said put some actual thought into it. You’re a terrible driver.”

“You also said to try my luck,” you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, “Which has apparently abandoned me tonight.” 

The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but you’ve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point. 

“Your luck? Maybe,” he tips his head in consideration, close enough that he’s slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, “I’m still here though.”

You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. “Yeah, you’re always here for me. Aren’t you?”

When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. “I hope that’s not an actual question at this point.”

His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what you’re feeling is mercifully mutually, but you’re trapped - body painted against Seungcheol’s in the moonlight. It’s probably the most intimate position you’ve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.

“I’ve always been right here,” his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, “Patiently waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.

“For you to get tired of playing house,” He chides gently, “You already have a home with me and you know it.”

To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and it’s a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time. 

The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. It’s soft and disbelieving. 

Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. “You genuinely didn’t know?”

You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as he’s rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. “You’re the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,” he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. “Tell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?”

Easy. “They’re my brothers.”

“And who am I?”

Your lips twitch and he smirks. “You’re just…Seungcheol,” saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. “You’re my Seungcheol.”

“Exactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?” he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. He’s going to drive his point home like always. 

“Listen, jerk,” you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, “Of course you never felt like those things to me. I didn’t want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,” you grimace at the thought, “But just because I felt that way about you doesn’t mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.”

He raises a single brow. “And,” he blinks pointedly, “Have you gotten over it yet?

“Unfortunately not.”

“Good.”

Good because he’s truly out of patience at this point and he’s going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question. 

And that’s how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheol’s lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isn’t a second of stillness. He’s constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking. 

You’re no better. 

The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and you’re indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more. 

More, more, more. 

Seungcheol does too. 

“Let’s go,” he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away. 

It makes you laugh, though it’s a little delirious because he’s back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. “It’s Seok’s birthday,” your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, “We can’t just leave.”

He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, “Like hell we can’t. Go get in my car,” he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, “I’ll let the boys know we’re leaving.”

You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, “Wait!” you realize he’s already opening the door. He’s so serious. “What are you going to tell them?”

He shrugs, “That we have better things to do.”

Appalling. “Seungcheol!”

Now he’s smirking. “Alright, alright. I’ll tell them we’re leaving and going back to my place to fu-”

“SEUNGCHEOL!”

“You don’t want me to lie and you don’t want me to tell the truth,” he blinks back at you, “I am not sure what you want from me, baby.”

Well. Brain melted. If he’s calling you ‘Baby’ he can do whatever he damn well pleases. 

“I’ll be waiting,” you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesn’t get a chance to tell anyone you’re leaving. They probably wouldn’t notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car. 

It feels like you’re waiting an eternity but it’s only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window he’s already hurrying back. You’re not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly don’t care. You’re maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheol’s permanent (and your home away from) home. He’ll probably make it in eight with the way he drives. 

“I’m surprised to not find you in the driver’s seat,” he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life. 

“You’re the better driver and I’d like to get there quickly.”

Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. “I think you’re plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Ok, so you’re better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.”

His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively. 

Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. You’ve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crew’s pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. “Might have to retire you now.”

You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. He’s not at all serious, even if he’d like to be. “You gonna take care of me so I don’t have to work anymore?”

He grins at the suggestion. “You know I’ll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. We’ll start using him instead.”

You snort at the thought. “You’re better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think I’m so good at it? Learned from the best.”

“Yeah,” Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, “I don’t typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.”

“Typically?” you turn in surprise, laughing, “Are you saying it has been a concern?”

He looks at you with a brow quirked. “Once or twice,” he scoffs, “You are way more like your brother than you realize.”

“Oh? You got a thing for him too?”

He snickers in response, shaking his head. “Little shit.”

He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize he’s shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. “Quit flirting with me and drive faster.”

The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine. 

Pulling into the garage, you’re feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. You’re already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but he’s taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you don’t exactly trust your legs to carry you. 

The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. “You look nervous,” he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. “We don’t have to-”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you huff out a laugh, “I think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I don’t think I can move. Stop laughing at me!”

He can’t. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really can’t blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? That’s got to be a new one. It certainly is for you. 

“I can carry you, it’s fine.”

But he is still shaking with laughter and we’re talking a whole ass flight of stairs. It’s not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and you’re already off the ground. He’s not putting you back down until you’re both behind closed doors. 

“Oh my god,” you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, “This is such a bad idea!”

His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that you’re not even shifting much as he carries you but it’s nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. He’s incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.

“Stop panicking,” he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, “I’m not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like you’ve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.”

“I thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.”

He huffs in amusement, “Fighting isn’t fun when you’re not winning.”

“Well, you always win so you must be having a blast,” you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he can’t catch you doing it.

When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once you’re both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, he’s spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter. 

“I always win when you’re watching,” he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, “You get mad at me when I don’t, so, I stopped losing.”

He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. You’ve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. “I don’t care about losing,” you murmur, lost in thought, “I just hate it when you get hurt.”

Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him so…broken.

You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else who’d gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheol’s shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days you’d been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him. 

Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, he’d come out victorious, and the very few times you weren’t there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most. 

Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. It’s soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin. 

When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, you’re sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.

Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. It’s accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. “Still cold?”

“Yeah,” you admit, “Do you ever turn the heat on in this place?”

“Only when you’re here. I don’t usually need it.”

Of course not. Big manly man. 

“You’re going to need it if you’re still hoping to get my clothes off.”

Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. “I can warm you up myself just fine,” he says in an equally haughty kind of way. 

The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because he’s just so strong and you humor him with an ‘oh wooooow’ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.

Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. You’ve been in here before just…not for anything like this. “Why does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,” you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadn’t noticed right away. 

Seungcheol let’s his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate your…curiosity? Surprise? “You said I needed more personal decorations around the house,” he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, “I figured pictures were personal enough.”

There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like banshees…all because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target. 

You pick up one you don’t recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.

Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. “You don’t remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,” he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, “Almost seven years ago now.”

“I hated waiting for you guys to come home,” you pout, pointing to the picture, “Why do I remember this car though? It’s so familiar.”

He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. It’s not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.

“Jeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,” Cheol grins at your grimace “We hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly don’t think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.”

“I definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,” you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.

“Guilty subconscious?” 

Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. “Were you jealous back then?”

He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. “I was always jealous,” he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled. 

You’re the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. He’s no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way you’re looking at him.

He takes a slow step forward and then another.

“I’m not perfect,” he cautions, another step closer, “I’m stubborn and jealous,” one more step until you’re touching, “I don’t like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, I’ll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but I’ll get over it eventually, I promise.”

“Hmm,” you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, “A little sensitive?”

“Maybe.” His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. “You’ve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now you’re half-naked in my bedroom. I’ve hit my breaking point, baby. I’m going to be selfish with you.”

You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. “I think it’s only fair because I have always been selfish with you and i’ll be so much worse now,” you grin and he let’s out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, “I’m going to be a menace.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m still cold.”

Then he’s kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before he’s forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and he’s right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. It’s an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs. 

Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing he’ll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he can’t seem to keep away from your lips, can’t stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake. 

He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and it’s going to be riding a high for a while.

When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before it’s tossed to the floor and he’s slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh. 

He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until you’re steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone. 

He doesn’t waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until they’re so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. It’s almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes. 

Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. That’s my girl, you’re so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.

It’s a miracle you don’t come again the second he pushes into you because he doesn’t stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and he’s too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when he’s bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you can’t even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, he’s just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in. 

His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking he’s done, he’s just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but it’s not enough, he needs more. 

When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until he’s moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know you’re going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesn’t have to tell you aloud what to do. 

You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and it’s your absolute undoing. 

When you orgasm for the second time it’s so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you can’t even breath without adding to the mess you’ve both created. 

It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesn’t pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. He’s doesn’t give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room. 

It’s playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and it’s not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades. 

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t speed up. Doesn’t give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, “Oh, fuck, Cheol, I’m gonna come again…fuck…”

And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until he’s moaning and cumming, and you’re nearly ready to pass out in the bed you’ve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but can’t make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because you’re sated and exhausted. 

It doesn’t last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but you’re not budging. 

Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, “Absolutely no…straight to jail.”

Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. “I tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, it’s all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here I’m going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.”

Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheol’s helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. He’s patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though you’re sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips. 

HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. It’s overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more. 

Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheol’s, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. “Again?” he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord. 

“Again…” you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, “..and again, and again, and agai-”

The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking. 

He’s never experienced anything like it because he’s never had you. 

Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it. 

Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.

And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.

The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.

Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if you’ve been asleep for years and not mere hours. It’s easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and it’s evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door. 

Slipping into the shirt he’d left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you don’t drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage. 

Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. He’s sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. “Morning Joshie.” He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.

It’s relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasn’t missing from it - someone you still haven’t found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engine…you think…again, not your expertise. 

“Well, well, well,” Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, “If it’s not my darling little sister,” he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, “Whatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?”

You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him. 

“Where’s Cheol?”

“Bringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,” Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, “Should be finishing up soon.”

Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. “Is this an official thing?”

You know he’s only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, he’s putting an end to it immediately. He’s so fiercely protective that he’d step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.

“That man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.”

“Isn’t the saying ‘six-feet deep’?” Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.

“I said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - you’ll probably have to bury me with him.”

Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. “Good to know,” he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, “I always knew you’d end up together once you both gave up the world’s most stubborn ass competition.”

He’s not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.

Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheol’s mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out. 

“Wonwoo wouldn’t let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,” Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.

Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now you’re feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down. 

“Where’s Cheol?” Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.

Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, “Delivery.”

Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. “Hey, you’re here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.”

Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you don’t - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. “Oh, I uhhh-”

“Notice anyone else missing last night?”

“Jeonghan-”

Vernon’s brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. “You know,” he grins, “Guy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda mean…”

Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernon’s grin is entirely visible though you’re sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, “Oh! Oh okay…yeah…that makes sense. So, you’re like…yeah?”

You snort in response nodding your head. “Mhm, we’re like yeah.”

“Who’s like what?” Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua. 

“Her and Cheol finally got together,” Wonwoo supplies and Hoshi’s eyes light up.

“Oh my god!!! That’s so exciting!” he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while he’s distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then you’re up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, “This is such great news!!!”

Thwap.

Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, it’s wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because it’s Seungcheol’s thundering voice that calls out, “Put her down and get to work, asshole.”

“Asshole?” Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, “I’m the asshole?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “Oh, he’s going to be unbearable,” he smacks your arm lightly, “Hey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?”

“Inappropriate,” you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Morning baby,” he breathes against your hair before he’s planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, “Sleep well?”

Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business. 

“Slept just fine,” you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. “Now apologize to Hoshi, you beast.”

He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. “Hoshi!” he shouts across the way, “I’m sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.”

“All is forgiven, bro!” Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.

Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. “Happy?”

“Very,” you hum, turning in his arms, “Brought you coffee but it might be cold by now.”

“That was nice of you.” Now that you’re finally getting a good look at him you see he’s wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. You’ll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when he’s got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use. 

Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.

“I wasn’t doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,” you retort, “I was trying to get something out of you in return.”

“Oh?” he smirks, “Like what?”

“Kiiiinda hoping I’d get you back upstairs for a few favors.”

His hands slide along your arms until he’s managed to bring them up and around his neck and then he’s got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. “I’m sure we can make time for that,” he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there aren’t several people in the garage along with you.

“MAKE IT QUICK. WE’VE GOT SHIT TO DO.”

Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghan’s general direction and shouts back, “Well, I’ve got your sister to do and that’s more important. Work can wait.” Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, it’s only loud enough for you, “I think I’ve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brother’s ass, and get back to work.”

“Your time management skills are-” you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, “- very impressive.”

“You should see my oral presentation skills.”

With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, “YOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.”

“AN HOUR?!” Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. “WHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?”

Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. “I’ll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.”

Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, “And then i’ll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.”

Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.

Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. “You guys are the worst.”

Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghan’s face just before you seal yourselves inside. 

You’re okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol. 

Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Thanks for reading! 💖

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[peaxhxhair]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write smut about Do Gang-jae? (X reader ofc) And the prompt could be like they had a really bad argument where the reader was really mad and yk where it goes, that or one where reader is on their period cuz yk him🌚 It's completely fine if not! I did read your rules and all that, anyways thank you!

(I really like your writing btw)

Pairing: Do Gangjae x GN! Reader Warnings: Mentions of periods, blood, Cocaine, G*ngjae. 18+ CONTENT, *No use of y/n in this fic*, smut, AFAB reader (No gendered pronouns used for the reader), cunnilingus, p in v sex, (idk what to tag smut as icl) ~ A/n: Ahhhh Thank you for the request! <3 ( I haven't written for Gangjae in so long that it was a STRUGGLE finding the banner LMAO) Anyway hope you enjoy! ~ *Slight headcanon that Gangjae just drinks blood for the fun of it. He'd probably be a vampire in a past life*

My name - MASTERLIST

You were fuming. Not for any particular reason, but there was a feeling in your gut that told you to be angry at everything. What didn't help was the overbearing clients and lines of coke getting in your way at every opportunity. The amount of time you cleaned the bar, only for a new line of the white substance to show up was infuriating. Okay, maybe you did have a reason to be annoyed.

"What the fuck is up with you today?" Gangjae grunts at you, clearly fed up with you slamming shit around his bar. This was your second glass in an hour that you had cracked due to your need to slam things onto the marble counter, and Gangjae wasn't having any of it.

The music was too loud, and there were too many drunk bastards for you to care about how good your customer service was. It didn't help that you were on your period - those times making you feel a lot worse than you should. The cramps that shot up your back and sides made it almost impossible for you to focus on anything important, and maybe that was obvious to everyone around you.

Gangjae had obviously been the first to figure out that you were going to be a massive bitch the entire day. Although he had never seen you with such a big stick up your ass. That was something he had yet to really figure out - sneaking glances at you as he pretended to work, something he rarely did even in his own organisation.

Eventually, he grew tired of your shit, and just decided to ask.

The questions had caught you off guard - but you knew what he was getting at. Still, you had no idea what to say to him. What? You were on your period and very annoyed that people kept doing drugs on your freshly polished counters? Or that when he looked at you like that - with that anger in his eyes that made you feel like you had done something wrong - in fact made you extremely horny? Why would you tell him that? When you couldn't even think about fucking him when you were leaking a third of your bodies blood - a cycle which you would rather not have at all? Yeah, that sounded like itwould go down well.

"Nothing" You utter after a second, shifting your eyes back to the stacks bottles you were attempting to organise - which you had already reorganised three times before. It's when you feel his hand on the small of your back that you finally tense up - an inevitable when you can feel his breath on your neck.

"Don't give me that. What's wrong?" His words this time were softer - a tactical choice. You couldn't stay mad when he talked to you like that - like he actually cared about your wellbeing - and he knew that. Gangjae knew he had you in the palm of his hand from the way you relaxed into his touch, a soft grumble leaving your lips.

Still, your eyes focused on the glass bottle in your hands, struggling to even look at him - not when you knew you'd just start telling him things in the very crowded bar. You let out a noise as his cold hands reached under your shirt to grab your waist.

The way you twitch under his touch tells him all he really needs to know, and you could practically feel his smile in your neck as he kisses your skin. "It's time for your break, don't you think?" Gangjae's tone is barely above a whisper, but he made sure that it was the only thing you could hear.

Well, you couldn't exactly deny his offer now, could you? Not when you had been thinking about him all day.

~

"Are you sure about this?" The question was hesitant, mixed with your low gasps and pants as Gangjae kisses down your stomach. He grunts against your skin, pinching your skin between his teeth as a warning. A warning to shut the fuck up. His bite only made you body arch towards him.

"Shut up an' take 'em off" He pulls at the belt loops of your trousers, before he unbuttoned them for you. He didn't exactly want to waste any time, even after you had told him what your problem really was. If anything he was more eager this way - ready to devour you. He had never mentioned this alleged kink to you - but you couldn't complain when he was doing it with you.

It's awkward and needy the way you pull them off, along with your underwear - though he does help a little, chucking them across the room so that they land somewhere across the floor. His hands caress your thighs as he looks up at you - a grin splattered across his face. His eyes return to your glistening heat - staring long enough for you to begin to question him.

"You don't have to if you don't- oh~" Your original sentence being cut off in your throat as Gangjae's lips attach to your clit - then moving to lap at your folds. Your hands shoot into his hair - hips bucking as he attacks you with his tongue.

"You like that?" Your eyes roll at his question - pulling at his hair at some weak attempt at revenge, not enjoying the fact that his tongue had returned to his mouth. Of course he would pull some shit like this - you knew he got a rise out of teasing you.

"I'd like it if you shut up" A grumble leaves your lips, attempting to push his head back down, only for him to grab your wrist. Gangjae frustrated you at the best of times, and now that he was denying you the pleasure that he had promised just made you whine at him. The noise of complaint left your lips as you squirms against his touch.

Gangjae's hands gripped your thighs, your uncomfortable shifting making him grin. He licks the blood from his lips - just watching you squirm and twitch against him turning him on even more. "Gangjae~ I need you.." You hand moves to grip his chin - thumb grazing against his bottom lip.

As much as he liked watching you squirm, the way you were begging for him made it hard for him to keep his dick in his pants. At first, when he pulls away, you actually think he'd going to leave you there - aching for him.

Instead, he unbuckles his belt. The way he pulls his cock out of his pants has your legs trembling, and how he looks at you let's you know that you couldn't touch it, no matter how much you wanted to rub your thumb against his glistening tip.

"Gangejae~ I fuckin' hate you so much. Such a tease~" Your knees hugged his hips in an attempt to pull him closer - only for him to grip your knees and push them up to your chest he positions his tip against your hole.

He presses his lips against yours, and you could taste your blood as you kissed him. Your hands shoots to his shoulders as he begins pushing into you - whimpering against his lips. The stretch practically made your lungs hurt - a shallow pant falling from you as your nails dig in to his skin.

He's nice enough to let you catch your breath, though only for a second before he's thrusting into you. hands pressed firmly on the back of your knees.

"Ah~ 's too much" You fumble, head falling back into the mattress - the slapping of his hips against your ass made it hard for your eyes to not roll into the back of your head. Still, as noises fall from your lips, he slows down.

"You want me to stop?" The feeling of him against your walls was hard to let go of, and you bucked your hips into his - not exactly pleased with the idea of him pulling out.

"Please don't stop~" How could he deny you that? When you were falling apart beneath him. He can't even take his eyes off of you for more than a minute - the dopey tears in your eyes and your flushed face making it hard for him to tease you for too long.

So, he picks up his pace again, his eyes entirely focused on your face. He only looks down when his thumb moves to your clit - the skin of his thumb turning red from your blood.

It's when he knows that you're about to cum that he shoves his thumb into your mouth, making you taste your own blood. It's harsh on your tongue, and if you weren't so close you would have scolded him for it. Still, the way he man-handled your jaw just got you closer - finally coming undone under him as your body twitched. Gangjae keeps his pace - but they become harsher, until his hips jerk and he's spilling his seed into you hole - a low grunt leaving his lips. Gangjae's head falls onto your shoulder as he finally lets go of your legs - bucking his cum into you.

Your whimpering at his slow thrusts, your voice muffled by his hand. When he finally pulls out, he finally gets a look at his cum spilling out of your hole - mixed with your blood. Well, he couldn't just leave it like that, could he?

Gangjae chuckles as you complain about him pulling away, but your complaining stopped quickly when his tongue was on your hole again - lapping up your blood. He doesn't even realise you're cumming again until your legs are around his head - having been to focused on tasting you.

He pats your thighs gently as he chuckles - pulling away so that he can get a look at you. "Still angry?" He asks, and you suddenly begin to wonder why you took a break in the first place. You roll your eyes at his words, attempting to sit up, only to fall back into the matress at how weak he had made you.

"I am now that you're talking" You grumble, your lack of breath making it seem unconvincing. Gangjae grins - clearly not too bothered by annoying you, since your legs were still over his shoulders after all.

[dvbkie099]

two - you've got to be kidding me

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

Minji let out a breath of relief as she turned the key to the door, locking up her parlour for the night. Tucking the keys back in her pocket, she turned around and prepared to head to her car.

Until she found a knife pointed at her chest as a man in all black stood in front of her, caging her against the door of her parlour.

“What is your relation to Jae.” The stranger barked out, moving the knife closer.

Minji never forgot a name, but there was so many Jae’s that came to her shop.

“What surname?”

“Jeon.” The stranger sneered.

Jeon Jae. She knew that name. She had given him a tattoo a week ago. Skittish and a little nervous, but an average guy. He had come into the shop two days ago to get some after-care cream, but she hadn’t seen or heard from him again.

“I tattooed him a week ago. Came into my shop two days ago. Haven’t seen or heard from him. What do you need to know?”

“He’s visited your shop five times in the last month. Why was he at your shop so much.”

Minji narrowed her eyes at the man, “He was picky about the design, and came in several times to adjust it.”

The man hummed, “People say a lot of things during appointments. Anything said about business?”

It clicked in her head.

Tracing whereabouts, potential frequent points of contact, discussion of “business”.

“Said he worked in finance.”

“And?”

“Nothing more than that.” A lie. “Talked about his wife.” Another one.

“His wife? What’s her name.”

“Yeonja.”

“How long?”

“4 years. Dated for three.”

“Any kids?”

“No, but he wants a daughter.”

“Enjoy his job?”

“Said it was a job.”

She grabbed his hand the moment he began to move forward, forcefully yanking it away from her vitals. 

His face shifted, and his hand reached for his neck but she blocked it.

“You lying bitch.” He sneered, “Artisans don’t know how to do that.”

“Normal ones don’t.” She countered, spitting in his face. “But I’m not fucking normal.”

It was ungraceful, the way she kicked out her leg to buckle his knee and grabbed his face, throwing him down onto the concrete as she kept a tight grip on the hand that was holding the blade.

Her face showed no signs of panic, maintaining her seemingly endless coolness. But internally, the panic and adrenaline were creating a vomit-inducing storm from deep within her core.

He swept out in a move far above her skills, and she bit back a groan as her side stung in pain, barely registering as she was slammed into the wall.

“Shut up and tell me what he said, bitch.”

“I was telling the truth you cunt.” She hissed, hands finding purchase on the blade in her abdomen. 

She didn’t feel it as the blade exited her body, the sensation of blood trickling down her hands taking all of her attention as the blade was plunged into its owner's neck. It took a moment or two before he went limp and slumped off of her. Only her leg hooked around his waist was keeping him from eating the pavement.

“Jesus Christ-” She breathed out, hard.

Her hands scooped to cup his armpits, pulling the man up. In the cold quiet of the night, she dragged his body through the streets of Seoul. Four blocks away, she kicked open a loose sewer grate and unceremoniously dumped his body down the black darkness.

The sewers were part of the underground.

Gangs ran the underground.

She would not be dealing with the police, she would be dealing with people she knew how to handle.

All she had to do was wait until someone traced the man’s whereabouts after finding the body.

She took to the alleys, following a familiar route until she reached her apartment. Slowly clambering up the fire escape to her apartment hurt like a bitch, the adrenaline long gone from her body and the unending exhaustion threatening to drag her under its dark waves. But the route was necessary. She was covered in blood, both hers and the man's. 

She took a few steps into her apartment before collapsing into the bathroom, the bloody blade unceremoniously dropped into the sink as she stumbled into her shower, turning it on and letting the cold water drench her, clothes and all.

○○○

It took shorter than she thought. Four days exactly until three men stormed into her parlour, guns drawn and expecting her to fold.

But they were at a standstill, the men not expecting her to disarm the man closest to her with her gun shoved in the man’s mouth.

It was comical, how silent they were, a dangerous waiting game instilled into all of them. 

That was until the tinted doors of the parlour were swung open and two charming guys stepped into the parlour.

And now there were two more men with guns drawn in her parlour, though not at her this time.

The strangers had their guns, which she didn’t even know they had on them, pointed at her ambushers with smiles that did not match the situation.

“I was wondering where you guys had been scampering off to the past few days. Didn’t know you were harassing tattoo artists.” The shorter one, with his hair, dyed a nice rust orange, said in a sing-songy tone.

“Stay the fuck out of our business.”

The taller one, a cleanly dressed brunette, tsked at the man who had spoken. “This is our territory unless you want another reminder snake."

It wouldn't take a genius to realize the two groups of armed men had an unfriendly history. It also wouldn't take a genius to realize that if her apprentice was going to show up on-time today, she'd walk right into Minji's mess.

And she would rather die than have her apprentice mixed in whatever this was.

"So, why don't you boys scuttle along and return to your sewers, okay~?" The ginger spoke again, tilting his head in a manner that reminded her of a puppy.

To her complete and utter surprise, the men who had intruded on her shop first lowered their weapons, putting them away.

The new men turned to look at her fully for the first time, their weapons still pointed at the intruders. Their eyes were straight on her gun in the struggling man's mouth, who was pale and profusely sweating.

"He's not going to be a problem, you can let him go."

She respected that they did not order her to let him go, so slowly pulled her gun from his mouth. Her lip curled in disgust as she set the saliva-covered weapon down on her desk, out of reach of the man in her grasp. He relaxed a little but tensed up again as she leaned down and murmured quietly enough for the others to not hear her.

"You try anything else with me, you'll end up in the sewers."

She let him go and he all but stumbled out of her hold, scuttling out of the shop with the other two intruders following him. 

Grabbing a clean cloth from the same open drawer where the handgun was, she began cleaning her precious weapon, determined to rid it of the man's saliva.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Having a gang after her for murder is one thing.

But a second gang, that has something to do with the bar she frequents and recently slept with a guy at was not enough levels of separation.

She recognized the newcomers in her parlour. She had interacted with the brunette several times over the eight months she'd been frequenting the Scarlet Lagoon. He was the ridiculously young owner, but clearly well off based on how he dressed and the quality of the club itself. He had given her his name before, but she couldn't remember it for the life of her.

The second was one of the other regulars she had seen before at the table commandeered by a specific group of men. One that never seemed to pay a tab.

They were friends with the owner.

She was royally fucked.

"Nice shop you have."

She may as well have signed her death certificate.

"Thanks." That was all she managed to say, eyes on her handgun as she cleaned it. They had put their weapons away silently, but neither seemed perturbed that she was still holding a loaded one.

"How long have you been in Seoul?" The brunette said, admiring the artwork.

"A few years, but you already knew that."

There was a pause before she finally looked at the men and recognition bloomed across the brunette's face.

"You're the boulevardier regular." The man says, sweeping her body and well-built stature.

She looked much different than she tended to look at the Scarlet Lagoon. She always kept her hair braided away from her face and wore thin-metal framed glasses that glinted underneath the soothing light of the parlour. Trading beautiful cocktail dresses for tight-fitting t-shirts and cargo pants, wearing comfortable hard-soled sandals instead of proper shoes.

"That I am."

The ginger grinned at her, his eyes finally leaving the interior of the shop.

"You scampered off with Changbin a week back or so, left him pretty used~" 

There was a level of friendliness to the ginger's teasing that made her unable to fully process what was going on.

"Seeing as you are regular, I'm hoping you understand the secrecy that comes with what just happened." The brunette said, leaning against her desk. "Otherwise-"

"If you think I'm going to call the cops, you've vastly miscategorized me." She cut in. "Why do you think I have a loaded handgun in my reception desk."

The brunette opened his mouth to say something else but paused the thought as the ginger all but snorted.

"Oh, I like you." He grinned.

She didn't know how to respond. "Thank you."

The ginger plopped himself on the well-cared-for leather couch in the room, leaving the brunette at the desk.

"Well, we didn't come here to break up a fight, surprisingly." The brunette said, bringing her attention back to him. "I wanted to inquire about a booking."

Finally relaxing, she sat down on her stool at the desk, pulling up her scheduling software.

"All right, with which artist and what are you thinking about? I can put you in contact with the artist if you have a specific one in mind."

"I was wanting Dahlia."

Minji nodded, pulling up her schedule. She winced slightly, her side flaring up in pain unexpectedly.

Curse him.

"And how many is this for?"

"Myself and seven others."

"Do you have a set design or are you seeking a consultation?"

"We have a few ideas but wanted a consultation."

Another flare of pain ripped through her, and she felt sweat begin to form at her nape.

"All right, how about I book a consultation for you then? I have availability starting Tuesday next week."

"Yeah, that sounds-" He paused, "You're Dahlia?"

"This is Death's Bouquet." She smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. "Surprised?"

"A little, I just thought your name was Minji." 

"It is, but I don't do background checks on my customers. Having a second name is for my privacy."

A secret for a secret, as Yugyeom would say.

The man was quick to catch what she meant, nodding.

"Very well, due to our circumstances, is it all right if we call you Minji instead?" 

"You may. Now what time does a consultation work? I can do an evening consultation if that would work for your schedule better, but so long as it's after 2 pm I can do essentially whenever." She said, trying to ignore how dry her throat was becoming.

"An 8 pm would be great if you have that available." He said, "Under Christopher Bahng."

"I can do that. It would be about an hour and if you have any references or ideas, bring them with you. We can book the actual appointments after that, and you'll receive the final design a week or so before the first appointment. Adjustments can be made but its major enough I will push back the booking. There is no deposit for the consultation, but I do require a deposit for the appointments themselves. Deposits are $100 per appointment, but since you are eight people and this is a group design, I'll do deposits for half of the appointments."

"Sounds great." The man said, "We're wanting something small, so it'll probably be two at a time as well."

"That works," Minji said, suddenly shutting her eyes as a wave of nausea came over, her body feeling weak. "I have you scheduled for 8 on Tuesday, here's a sheet with everything I mentioned-"

"-Slow the fuck down."

She was so out of it that she had failed to notice the ginger also come closer to the desk, his hand shooting to grab her arm as her body suddenly seized up.

"Shit, are you-"

The room blurred and she saw black for a moment before coming back, the room still blurry.

"-Minji. Minji."

She focused on the sound of the brunette's voice, eyes wide with panic as she no longer had any control of her body.

"Fucking bastard." She managed, "Couch."

That's all she remembered before everything went black.

[sm-entertain-me]

Wrong Place, Right Time (M)

Synopsis: You knew you didn’t belong in a club like Mango’s, the type of people surrounding you being wanted for all kinds of crime that you couldn’t even fathom committing. But after the day you had, all you wanted to do was let loose and forget about reality for at least one night. You were sure at least something in this club would make you forget… or someone that is.

Contains: Do Gangjae x (f) reader, adult language, smut, angst, depictions of violence, mentions of drugs and alcohol, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (female receiving), choking, biting, thigh slapping, creampie, strangers to lovers!au. Gangjae just fucks the shit out of you tbh.

Your throat burned harshly as you knocked back your shot of tequila, your face squishing up in discomfort from the pain that took over the length of your esophagus. Normally you would turn away from the liquid hell that was known as tequila, but considering you got stood up by a guy you had been seeing for a couple of months, you had reconsidered your tolerance for the horrid devil liquid. Due to the sheer amount that you ordered, the bartender thought it would be necessary to prod at you to hear what made you so forlorn.

After explaining your rather pathetic situation while trying to hold back tears, the bartender poured you yet another drink but assured you that this one would be on the house since you clearly deserved it after the night you had. Showing your gratitude, you nodded respectfully to the young man behind the bar while raising your glass to give you a sort of “thank you” toast. As you knocked the shot back, you saw a figure come in to your peripheral view, choosing to sit right next to you despite having tons of other chairs lining the bar.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? You’re way too pretty to be hanging around here sexy. How about we get you out of here and back to my bedroom, huh?” The intrusive man propositioned next to you, flashing a sleazy grin as if his statement to you was something to be proud of. You could only imagine how deep of a scowl your face as you furrowed your brow, scoffing at him before turning your attention back to the bartender who was much better at conversation than the pig next to you. Not wanting to take no for an answer, the man returned your scowl and grabbed your wrist tightly, yanking you to look at him, “Hey, you listen to me when I’m talking to you bitch-.”

The man was going to continue his venom laced tirade on you until you felt his hand being ripped away from your wrist, you looking on to see that he had been quite literally yanked back by his shirt collar, being held firmly by a much more interesting looking man. He had a denim jacket with no undershirt to show off his impressive physique donned with a simple pair of black jeans, his hair styled slightly but not too much to the point where he was trying too hard. Once the man saw that he had your attention, he flashed you a quick wink before turning his attention back to the sleazeball who thought it was okay to put his hands on you, “Now is that anyway to treat a lady?”

“Fuck off Gangjae, this one’s mine,” The arrogant asshole seethed as he struggled to get out of the mystery man’s grasp, the man known as “Gangjae” tightening the grip he had on his collar to hear him choke out slightly. Gangjae refused to let up on the man as he shot daggers his way, not seeming to be convinced judging by the way he had resulted to forcefully grabbing onto your wrist moments ago. Instead of responding to the guy with words, Gangjae thought it would be more appropriate to slam him against the bar, reaching up to grip the back of his head and slamming his forehead against the bar with a loud thud.

Your eyes widened as you watched the rude guy’s head bounce off of the counter violently, instantly knocking him unconscious from the impact. His body slumped along the bar slowly until he was facedown on the ground, you watching his chest rise and fall slowly to indicate that he was still alive despite the rather gruesome way his head bounced off the bar. When you finally collected your thoughts and got over the fact that a man was just knocked out in front of you, you returned your attention to Gangjae who was now in the process of kicking the man’s body to the side while pulling out a bar stool to sit next to you.

“Sorry about that hun, I prefer to handle business in house instead of contacting the authorities,” Gangjae mused as he flashed a cheeky grin, looking over at the bartender and ordering his signature drink before he turned to look back at you. His eyes traveled all over your body in a not very subtle way, smirking as he focused on how your breasts filled your top perfectly while traveling back up to your plump lips. Typically you would roll your eyes and wave guys like this off, but he did just knock out some guy for you so it would be fair to hear him out... right?

Gangjae continued to admire your physique, licking his lips occasionally before he finally decided to use his words, “What’s a beautiful lady like you doing in a shithole like this? I mean, you see the kind of patrons that come here. You clearly don’t belong here.” With that, Gangjae had turned his body completely towards you, you trying all you could not to look down at his more than toned abdomen. Key word was “trying” as you ultimately failed, biting your lip as you admired the crevices with anything but innocent thoughts. Noticing how your eyes remained on his lower half, Gangjae decided to place his hand on your arm and stroke the skin tenderly before propositioning you for your name, “Tell me princess, what’s your name?”

You hesitantly revealed your identity to the dangerous man, the bartender behind the bar making sure to keep a watchful eye just in case Gangjae tried to pull anything like the guy did earlier. Despite his rather cold outer appearance, conversing with Gangjae was surprisingly delightful to talk to. He had a certain swagger about him that intrigued you, only emphasized by his shocking charisma. Gangjae could tell that you were comfortable with him, occasionally pushing the boundaries with you to place one of his hands on yours, caressing the skin slowly. This simple motion caused a dull heat to burn within you, waiting to be exploited.

Innocent touches and passing glances quickly turned into you resting your hand on Gangjae’s muscular arm while his hand ran up and down your scantily clad legs, his soft fingertips causing feeling like shockwaves on top of your bare thighs. Gangjae’s eyes darkened hen he realized you were letting him go higher on your thigh, eventually stopping just before the hem of your dress hanging loosely on at the tops of your thighs. His intense stare caused you to bite your lip, never taking your eyes away from his as you felt him give a playful squeeze to your thigh before propositioning, “These thighs are driving me absolutely mad babygirl, mind if I bury myself between them tonight?” 

Normally cheesy pickup lines like that would have no effect on you, most of the time resulting in you throwing your drink at the person who said it. But Gangjae wasn’t what you would consider “normal”. He was an up-and-coming drug dealer who knows how to handle business without getting authorities involved and judging by the way he was able to pretty much talk the panties off of you, he oozed enough charisma to convince a nun to do unspeakable things. And that was definitely something you could get behind, leaning in to the side of Gangjae’s face to lick the outer shell of his ear before whispering in his ear, “Lead the way.” 

It was apparent that Gangjae knew the owner of the club since his very presence parted the crowd like the Red Sea as a sign of a respect, and people would only be doing this if he was the owner or if he had connections. Gangjae made it very clear that he dabbles in cocaine, not real estate. But that doesn’t mean Gangjae would turn his nose up at the various perks that this club offered. Because he knew the owner, he was given free reign of the floorplan, quickly shuttling you off to a darker part of the club that was sort of sheltered away from everyone’s eyes. However, if someone focused hard enough, they would definitely be able to see what you and Gangjae were up to.

“Is there anywhere... More private?” You asked with a concerned tone, looking up at Gangjae who was already in the process of removing his jacket while you sat on the black satin couch. He chuckled at your question, shaking his head at you as he reached down to grip your chin in between his thumb and index finger, admiring your delicate features before responding, “Well I suppose there’s the bathrooms, but everyone would hear you screaming my name so that’s completely up to you...”

“Besides,” Gangjae began as he gave your cheeks a playful squeeze, releasing your chin in favor of leaning down to look you directly in the eyes before he began to sink to his knees. As he found a comfortable position on the ground, he gripped one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, carefully positioning himself in between your steadily heating core. Gangjae made sure to maintain eye contact with you as he slipped his hand inside the fabric of your dress, slowly dragging his digits up your thighs until he crossed over to grip the fabric of your soaked panties, “Maybe that guy from earlier will see me face deep inside of you and realize how big of a mistake he made fucking with you. Sound like something you’d enjoy babygirl?”

The speed at which you nodded your head hopefully didn’t look too desperate to Gangjae as you allowed his fingers to pull your panties down your legs at an agonizingly slow pace, him smirking up at you as he watched you huff out impatiently. Gangjae could tell you would be fun to play with, chuckling as he finally pulled the panties completely off of you just to place them in his back pocket for safe keeping. Something told you that you probably wouldn’t be seeing that pair of panties ever again, but weren’t complaining as Gangjae grabbed your thigh roughly to hook your leg behind his head. The fun was only just beginning.

With one of his hands holding your other thigh to that it couldn’t interfere with his talent, the other one rested in Gangjae’s lap to palm his steadily hardening cock in an attempt to relieve the tension in his jeans. His eyes flicked up to make brief eye contact with you before returning his focus back to your dripping heat, licking his lips deliciously before plunging his face deep in between your hips. The second his lips enveloped around your throbbing clit, you knew you were in deep trouble. 

“Oh fuck,” You cried out, immediately throwing your hands behind your head to grab desperately at the fabric behind you to act as some sort of anchor to reality. Your words caused Gangjae to chuckle against your clit, the vibrations sending a pleasurable sensation through your lower abdomen almost immediately. The sensation made your hips jolt forward inadvertently, your legs wanting to close around Gangjae’s face but he kept his hand firm on your thigh to keep you still. In fact, he actually took his hand off briefly to deliver a scolding slap to your thighs to make sure you kept still. It was supposed to act as punishment, but by the way you moaned out wantonly, it was clear that you were enjoying the sharp stinging instead.

A devious smirk found its way onto Gangjae’s face as he repeated his motion, smacking your thigh slightly harder than before to hear your breath hitch in your throat. When he was certain you wouldn’t try to entrap his head with your luscious thighs, Gangjae continued to exploit the bundle of nerves that was screaming for stimulation with his talented tongue. He would constantly switch up his technique from sucking mercilessly on your pulsing clit, to taking his tongue and licking bold stripes up your slit to feel your thighs tremble in his grasp.

You no longer seemed to care that the other patrons of the club could see and possibly hear you, the only thing you seemed to care about was focusing on trying to focus on not losing your mind. But it was kind of hard since Gangjae had taken both of your thighs and wrapped them tightly around his face, groaning into your folds as he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal on Earth. You tasted like pure heaven to him and he needed to taste everything you were offering, even if that meant you painfully digging your nails into his scalp to leave imprints as reminders of his expert performance.

Just as you were about to let yourself be thrown into your passionate climax, you were met with the disappointing feeling of Gangjae’s tongue being ripped away from your painfully tightened core due to your orgasm being denied so quickly. Not knowing what was going on, you opened your eyes to look down at Gangjae with a quizzical look, partially pissed off that he ripped your orgasm away from you. Once you made eye contact with Gangjae, he simply wiggled his eyebrows at you while licking his lips slowly to relish in your taste, “Seems like we have a couple of spectators, so I figured we’d give them a show.”

At first you didn’t know what Gangjae was talking about when he mentioned spectators until you turned to the side to see that asshole from earlier, him sitting with his rough looking entourage while he sipped on his alcoholic drink slowly. You knew it was the same guy from earlier because he had a very sizeable gash on his forehead from Gangjae smacking his head against the bar, a smirk forming on your face as you gave him a teasing wave while Gangjae was busy hiking your dress up past your hip bones to reveal your naked cunt. Groaning out loudly from the delicious sight in front of him, he couldn’t help but grab at your hips roughly to pin you underneath him so he could join you on the couch, preparing himself to ruin you properly.

With you pinned directly underneath Gangjae, you were completely at his mercy as he shoved his thick cock deep inside of your aching slit, you groaning out from the stretch. Gangjae was kind of enough to still his hips to allow the dull pain in your abdomen to subside before he reached down to wrap your leg around his hips, instructing you to hold on tight for your benefit. If you didn’t do as he said, you ran the risk of possibly getting fucked off  of the couch. Although that would be quite the story, you did as Gangjae instructed by wrapping not one but both of your legs around his hips to hold you in place. 

Now that Gangjae was certain you were ready to have your guts rearranged, he flashed a toothy grin before holding one of your hips against the cushion below you while the other one supported his weight on the side of your face. He then pulled his hips back so his cock could glide out of you just to ram back into the exact position he was in, your sensitive walls feeling every single vein and throb with each delicious thrust into your heat. It didn’t take long for Gangjae to get used to fucking you hard, grunting with each thrust as his grip tightened on your hip to keep you anchored.

“Gangjaaaee,” You cried out as you dug your heels into his lower back, bringing him closer to you so that his face was mere inches in front of yours. In your passionate thinking, you immediately reached up to grab at his shoulders to pull him down, crashing your lips onto his as he continued to thrust into you at backbreaking speeds. As Gangjae’s lips crashed into yours, you couldn’t help but moan against him while digging your nails into his glistening back. Gangjae was pretty surprised that you were the one that enacted the first kiss of the night, but he certainly got the last laugh as he slipped his tongue past your lips.

Gangjae’s strokes became more calculated as he continued to fuck you into the couch below you, tearing his lips off of yours to kiss along your neck in favor of hearing your high pitched moans. Even though the music of the club may have been loud enough to drown out your moans, Gangjae could hear them perfectly as he continued to kiss and nip along the sensitive skin of your neck. He was determined to mark you up as his, wanting to show that asshole from earlier and literally any other potential lover or yours that Gangjae was the one fucking your brains out tonight.

The longer Gangjae tended to the needs of your neck, the higher your moans would get in pitch. Every time Gangjae heard you moan out for him, you swore you could feel his cock throb wildly deep inside of you, continuing to thrust into you without any concern for who could see you two. After a particularly hard bite to the junction of your neck, he made sure to soothe the skin with a delicate swipe of his tongue before removing his lips completely. Gangjae wanted to admire his masterpiece, smirking down at you as he studied each side briefly before resulting to gripping your throat in his hand.

Your eyes began to roll back inside your skull due to the increased euphoria brought on by Gangjae’s careful grip, making sure his grip on your throat didn’t cut off your air in a dangerous way. He absolutely adored the feeling of your neck pulsing in his hand, nestling his lip in between his pristine teeth while he watched your mouth hang open to moan out for him. You looked like the sexiest vixen Gangjae had ever laid eyes on, no longer being able to hold himself back as he snapped his hips into your backside so hard that you were convinced you would bruise in the morning. But that didn’t seem to matter to you as you finally reached your heavenly climax.

Pathetic whimpers mixed with sinful moans let Gangjae know that you were cumming, as if the merciless throbbing of your walls suffocating his cock wasn’t enough to let him know. Gangjae was simply mesmerized by the lewd faces you were making as your whole body shuddered, you crying out silently thanks to Gangjae still cutting off your airway slightly. Safe to say he was relieved that you came before him because he was sent tumbling into his climax shortly after, the addictive feeling of your walls hugging his cock contributing significantly to the process. 

Sweat dripped off of both of your bodies as you lay still underneath Gangjae, him breathing heavily on top of you as you slowly massages his bare back. Neither one of you were in any shape to move, so you two remained in a very hot yet intimate embrace. You were rather surprised that someone like Gangjae was allowing you to be so touchy feely with him considering he had this cool exterior to him, but you weren’t complaining as he playfully nuzzled his face into the valley of your breasts that your dress showed off wonderfully tonight. He knew that he might be in this position for a while, so he might as well get comfortable while he’s at it.

You were delightfully surprised when Gangjae offered to drive you home, you gladly taking his offer since this would be saving you over $40 for an Uber ride on a Saturday night. The car ride home was pleasantly comfortable despite the two of you doing unspeakable things on that couch, sharing interests and chatting about things that old pals would normally chat about. When the two of you got to your house, you made sure to give Gangjae a kiss that he couldn’t help dipping a generous helping of his tongue into, you scolding him playfully after pulling away. Before you left him for the night, you made sure to give your contact information and told him to call you whenever he was ready for another encounter.

As you entered your apartment, you felt your phone begin to vibrate repeatedly in your clutch to reveal you were getting a phone call. Curious about who it could be, you reached for your phone to reveal an all too familiar name. Smirking to yourself, you clicked the “answer call” button and spoke with a slight chuckle in your voice.

“Already Gangjae?”

[euphoniumpets]

Hi☺️ just want to say I love your work, you are a great writer and thank you so much for taking requests for My Name! 💕

Could we please get another Do Gang Jae fic. Smut with a bit of fluff too maybe at the end? 😍

I can't help it, I love him so much! I wish we got to see more of him in the show. I honestly thought he was gonna turn out differently at the start 😩

Thank you!

Always on my mind | Do Gangjae

Summary: Having a relationship inside of Dongcheon was forbidden when you arrived at the place. That was all until when you met Gangjae and he noticed you and ever since, you had always been on his mind. What will happen when his desire takes over and break that rule?

A/n: I suck at summaries especially when it is complicated ones lmao. Anyway, thank you for not being a nonnie because i feel lonely if i can describe it lmao when i write these request because I don't get to know you guys :( don't be afraid i don't bite! AND YES i felt bad for him of how he turned out in the show bcz he had so high hopes.. DO YOU SEE HOW INNOCENT HE LOOKS IN THIS GIF I FOUND?

Warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ minors dni, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fingering, steamy sex, and pls give me holy water and forgive me father for i've sinned for writing this fic.

Ever since you stepped inside of Dongcheon, you had always been on his mind. He didn't care if your hair wasn't brushed or that you looked like you didn't slept for days at all. He was mesmerized as soon you stepped inside those doors and never looked back.

Ever since you were always in his mind. He would see you when he slept, trained with the others or when he was doing something else.

Gangjae wouldn't describe himself as a shy person, he was intiative and always took the step out first before anyone did it. But something about you made him nervous when he was around you.

A question was always left his mind because he wanted to know why you joined Dongcheon out of all places when you could go into university or get a better job. That made him curios about you and he wanted to know more about you.

He knew the rules of course, that attachment was forbidden when you had arrived considering that you were the second woman beside Jiwoo.

He didn't know why he felt so drawn to you.

It was 9 pm and he couldn't sleep. As always, he couldn't get off the image of your smile when he got to see it for the first time today when he saw you and Jiwoo talking.

Letting out a sigh, he approached towards the gym when he heard the boxing noises when he approached it closer. He frowned when he saw the small light streaming from the room of the hallway.

He was surprised when he saw you with the boxing gloves around your hands as you kept punching the bag in front of you.

You panted as you let out a grunt before you threw another punch on the bag. You couldn't sleep and you thought you could waste your energy on some more training. You had been lacking off lately and Mujin wasn't happy with your results.

''Hey,'' You snapped your head in surprise when you saw Gangjae in front of you as he leaned on the fence. You didn't even notice that he was in the gym. ''Hey,'' You let out a breath, feeling embarassed that you didn't even notice him standing there.

''How long have you been standing there?'' You questioned as you wiped the sweat on your forehead. ''Not long,'' he replied with a smile on his face. ''How long have you been here?'' He asked as you glanced at the clock on the wall.

''After dinner,'' You answered as he widened his eyes. ''Have you been here for, what? three hours?'' He asked shocked. ''I need to train more, Choi Mujin told me that my training has been sloppy,'' You replied.

''Let me help you,'' He offered.

''Are you sure?'' You asked him.

''Yeah, come on, I will help you,'' He responded as he walked away to take some boxinghands before he stood in the middle of the gym. You stared at him blankly as he let out a chuckle towards your expression. ''Don't worry, I will go easy on you,'' He teased you as you rolled your eyes before walking closer.

''Ready?'' He asked as the two of you were ready in your positions. You took a deep breath as you nodded before he threw a punch towards you. You tried to remember all the weak spots that Choi Mujin taught you and Jiwoo as you defended yourself from his punches.

Gangjae threw a punch on your stomach and flipped you over on the ground. You let out a grunt before you flipped yourself up and punched him again. He dodged your punch before he flipped you on the ground, keeping you locked so you couldn't get released from his grip. You grunted as you tried to wriggle out his grip as you saw his face in front of you.

He continued to try and hold you still on the ground and you swore you could see his eyes flicker down on your lips. You knew what he was thinking and he knew what you were thinking.

''We shouldn't do it,'' You whispered as you looked into his eyes.

''I don't care,'' He responded before he met his lip against yours. You let out a small moan when you felt him kiss you - hard on the lips as his hands moved towards your back as you could feel your legs wrap around his waist. You let out a sigh when you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him closer to your body before you let go to catch your breath.

You both breathed heavily before he attacked your mouth again as you felt him lift you from the ground. You was so caught up at kissing him when you didn't even realize until now when he had led you to his room.

You let out a small thump when you felt him throw you on the mattress and watched him undress his sweaty shirt and his boxers down. You did the same and when you were done, he crawled on top on you as he kept sending kisses all over your body.

You let out a sigh when you felt him kiss on your chest before it trailed over to your neck. You let out a surprised gasp when you felt his palm go under your panties as you could feel the wettness as he rubbed your clit in small movements. ''Gangjae,'' You gasped his name as he continued to kiss on your neck.

You gasped when you felt him put a finger inside you as he kept pumping in and out of your pussy in a rhythm. ''Say my name again,'' He mumbled into your neck as you kept whimpering in front of you.

''Gangjae,'' You moaned as his free hand gripped your left wrist against the mattress. Your hips buckled against him as the pressure inside of your stomach grew. ''Such a good girl for me, yeah?'' He mumbled as you let out a whimper from your mouth.

He released his mouth from your neck before he buried his head between your breasts. You kept moaning for him and when you felt about to cum, he released his fingers from your cunt. ''What are you doing?'' You asked him, annoyed as he let out a chuckle towards your behavior. ''Tonight, I only want you to cum on my cock,'' He told you before he kissed you.

You saw his hardening cock in front of you as it made your mouth water towards the sight. He placed his body between your legs as he spread your legs even wider. You let out a small moan when you felt him grind his cock on your wet cunt in front of you.

''Please,'' You pleaded him since you were done being teased by him. You heard him let out a chuckle as he placed the tip of his cock on the entrance. You sucked a breath in when you felt the tip.

Before you even know it, you let out a surprise gasp when you felt him slip inside of you. You gripped the bedsheets tightly as both of you moaned out loud towards the europhic feeling.

''Gangjae,'' You moaned when you felt his head bury of your neck as you gripped tightly on his shoulders. His cock stretched you out with pleasure. ''God, you're so tight,'' He muttered before he began to move. His pace began to go slow before you urged him to go quicker.

He continued to go a quicker pace as he listened to your moans that sounded like music to his ears. You could feel that you were close and he began to quicken his pace even further. Then, like the time had frozen, you felt your stomach tighten as an euphoric feeling came washing through you.

The two of you said nothing for a while as you catched your breath. Gangjae let out a sigh before he lifted his head up from your neck as you saw him grin before giving you a kiss. His limb cock slipped out as he walked towards the bathroom to clean him up. He walked out and towards you with a towel in his hand as he helped you clean up before the two of you went back to bed.

You didn't spoke for a while as you could feel his warmth body and enjoyed each other presence. ''Why did you join Dongcheon?'' He asked and cut the silence. He trailed his fingers on your arm as he had his left arm wrapped around you.

''I came here to look after my father,'' You responded with a sigh.

''After my mom died, she told me that he was part of this organization,'' You answered as you looked up and met his eyes.

''My mom got killed after I decided to join,'' You revealed as you looked down and trailed your fingers into small pattern on his abs.

''I will help you find him,'' He responded as you looked at him with a frown. ''Really?'' You questioned. After you was told that your dad left you, and then later your mom died, you didn't had anyone to trust before when you met Gangjae.

''Whatever you go through, I'll go through it with you,'' He replied with a soft smile on his face. You smiled as you nodded and placed your head onto his shoulder as you could feel him drag you closer to his body.

[violetflowerswrites]

A One Time Thing

Prompt: “This is a one time thing.”

Summary: An FBI agent (you) joins SWAT to chase an international fugitive that is trying to start a race war in LA. After the case is over, flirting leads to a one-night stand between you and the SWAT team leader, Hondo.

Pairing: Daniel Harrelson (Hondo) x Female Reader (FBI agent)

Disclaimer: mention of racial tensions, gunshots and weapons, gangs, police activity. 18+ for explicit smut and language. P in v sex, oral (female receiving), big dick energy and big dick, lots and lots of playful banter, one-night stand.

Word Count: 7.0k (oops)

A/N: I have been combing through tumblr for some spicy SWAT content and haven’t found much out there, so I decided to write my own! I didn’t mean to write a whole-ass episode but it happened. This takes place around season 2, when Captain Cortez is still in charge, but she and Hondo are not together. Hope you guys enjoy some sexy Hondo smut!

“This is a one time thing.”

Hondo arches a brow at you.

“Oh I know that. Do you?”

You take a sip of your drink, the bitterness of the alcohol reflected in your laugh.

“Hah! You don’t want to get into my baggage.”

“Baby, after tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t remember a thing about the past.”

…

The bothersome, yet familiar click clack of your heels echoes down the hallway of SWAT headquarters. It always seemed incredibly patriarchal that you have to wear uncomfortable shoes to work every day while the SWAT boys working out in the gym could be in sweats and sneakers. Must be nice.

“Agent Y/L/N, I can’t believe you’re out of the academy already. Hope you’re ready to sacrifice those comfy office chairs at the FBI and jump into the field with us.”

You smack an extra-professional smile on your face, and stick out your hand for a formal greeting.

“Commander Hicks, I came as soon as you called. You seem…tired. Sitting in SWAT HQ taking too much of a toll on ya?”

“You wish. Glad to see you’re still that sassy kid I knew back when you were just a college intern.”

You share a grin and a quick hug. Hicks is like a grumpy grandpa to you - always gruff and always loving.

He clears his throat.

“Back to business - we think this gang war isn’t what it seems, and it could get ugly.”

Hicks had contacted you about a case, which involved several break-ins and destruction of property between rival gangs in South LA a few days ago. But, it turns out, the incidents coincided with the disappearance of an international revolutionary, Jae-Sung Lee. He is an ex-North Korean soldier who escaped only to turn around and target Korean Americans, calling them disloyal to their nation. So far, he has only made threats online and through phone calls, but yesterday, a body was found behind the alley of a local K-town restaurant. And this morning, a dead gangbanger was found on the streets.

Hicks walks you into the briefing room, and you barely have a second to take in the bright screens and impressive array of tech when you are thrown into introductions.

“Welcome to SWAT. I’m Captain Cortez, and this is Sergeant Harrelson’s team. They are your eyes and ears in this case.”

You greet her with a firm handshake. You didn’t know a woman was captain of SWAT, let alone a woman of color.

“Pleasure to work with you and your team. I’m Agent Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m one of the FBI agents working on tracking international criminals from Korea, and other parts of Asia.”

“Oof FBI? They sent the big dogs over to us again!” A large man with sandy blonde hair bursts out. His arms are folded over his chest as he casually leans against the wall, which only serves to highlight how huge his biceps are.

“Luca!” a younger officer next to him harshly whispers a reprimand. He shifts his weight from side to side, clearly the newest to join the team as he isn’t quite sure how to react to that somewhat unprofessional outburst.

You can feel a smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth when who you assume is Sergeant Harrelson extends a hand to you.

“Sergeant Daniel Harrelson, but everyone calls me Hondo. Forgive my team, they’re just excited to be on the job. The smart mouth is Officer Luca, next to him is Street. Our resident bad-ass is Officer Chris Alonso, then Officer Tan, and my second-in-command is Officer David Kay.”

“Call me Deacon, welcome.” Officer Deacon offers a warm smile to you.

“So, tell me. What are you thinking?”

“Well, this looks like a gang war, but not quite.” Street speaks up. His eagerness to jump in first to the briefing just confirms to you again - this kid is the newbie.

“Yeah, when you look closer, it started with looting and destroying businesses, but look at the locations.” Luca pulls up a map.

“The places hit are predominantly in K-town, and black neighborhoods, specifically One-Niner territory.” Tan explains.

“And the bodies we found yesterday and today? Homicide just identified them as Sung-Yee Cho, age 21, a waitress. The other was Lucas Richards, 22, a member of the One-Niners.” Chris displays their faces on a screen that takes up an entire wall.

“Korean…and black? That can’t be a coincidence.” You wonder out loud.

“It’s not. Someone’s trying to recreate the LA Race Riots.” Deacon confirms. His gentle face furrows with concern and he fiddles with a cross necklace hanging around his neck. You all fall silent as you recall that horrific time when it was race against race, weapon against weapon, and chaos all around. The wounds of that tragedy still run deep in this city.

“Not if we can help it.” Hondo states with finality.

You take in this team of strong officers in front of you. The smoothness of the briefing shows you just how capable and ready they are for the tough day ahead, but it is their leader that draws you in the most. Like an alpha wolf leading his pack, Hondo speaks with both authority and a deep sense of confidence in his team.

You all jump into research after that. Hondo sends pairs out to talk to CIs and interview locals in the neighborhoods that have been hit. You stay back at HQ with Captain Cortez and Commander Hicks to track down your missing fugitive.

You all reconvene at noon. Hondo’s team finds out that prior to the break-ins and the homicides, relations between the Korean and Black communities were actually doing pretty well. Neither side reported any grudges or threats, and both are surprised at what’s been going on. But, tensions are starting to mount because it seems like someone is trying to start trouble in their neighborhoods and there is no one to blame but the other side.

On the other hand, you are running into dead end after dead end on your fugitive, but you know he is involved in this case somehow. You have a witness placing him at the scene of one of the robberies, but Jae-Sung is a ghost after that.  

Suddenly, everyone’s phone beeps except for yours.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Bodies. Two more.” Hondo replies.

“Wanna bet one Black, one Korean again?” You comment with a wry smile.

Of course, your hunch is right. You personally accompany the team to the dumpsites to confirm for your own eyes that you have the same victimology again. You head back to HQ with Hondo while the rest of the team splits up again to question witnesses and the victim’s families.

“Something’s not right here.” You exhale with frustration.

“Oh, you mean the half-dozen break-ins and 4 bodies in 3 days?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Seems like Luca’s not the only one on your team with a smart mouth.”

“Sorry, I’m just…” Hondo sighs and rubs his face. “I remember the race riots. The news didn’t do it justice. Living through that hell…I just don’t want it to happen again.”

You lean to the side to get a good look at the man beside you. Painful memories make his dark brows crease with frustration and you notice his clenched, gloved fist on the pristine white countertop.

Before you can stop yourself, you reach a hand over and gently pry apart his fist.

“Hey. We’re gonna figure this out. We won’t let it get to that point.” You softly reassure.

Hondo looks down at his hand and you quickly pull back with an awkward cough, bringing up the victims onto the screen again.

“Um. As I was saying, something’s not right as in there’s something not right about the victims. I dug a little more into their past and there’s a pattern. All of them are in their early 20s, and are either in college or trying to go to school. They have a massive amount of debt according to their bank statements.”

“College? But one of the victims is a One-Niner.” Hondo questions.

“Former One-Niner. He’s been out for a few years, left that life to get educated and they surprisingly let him go.” You explain.

“We gotta get the rest of the team.”

By the late afternoon, the team gathers again back at HQ. You share your findings and this time, Street makes the connection.

“Hold on, you’re saying that all these kids were desperate for cash? Okay, that makes a lot more sense because when we were interviewing roommates and family, everyone said that the victims suddenly came into a lot more money in the past few weeks.”

“Like how?” You ask.

“Like, suspiciously. Phone calls from unknown numbers, leaving at odd hours, hiding about where they were going and why.” Chris chimes in.

“And one of the victims’ parents found this.” Tan hands you a business card with a phone number on it, no name attached.

“Let’s call it.” You declare immediately.

“Wait, wait, what’s your backstory?” Hondo holds up his hands, trying to slow you down.

“You can pose as a roommate for this morning’s victim, asking who this number is for.” Deacon offers. “We can trace the call.”

“Got it.” Without hesitation you dial the number and call, “Hey, this is Tiffany, Grace Lee’s roommate. I was vacuuming and found this card. I know she got a new job recently and I’m wondering if you’re her boss? She hasn’t replied back to me in a while and I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”

A heavily-accented voice replies back, “Grace? Oh yes, I am her boss, Mr. Dae Yoon, and Grace is doing just fine. She’s been in training all day and we confiscate phones so that our new employees can stay focused while they are learning the job.”

You mute the call excitedly and call out, “Dae Yoon is one of Jae-Sung’s aliases!”

“Track it! Street, did you get the location yet?” Hondo shouts.

“Almost…keep him talking for a bit longer…” Street replies while furiously typing on a keyboard.

“Okay, thanks so much Mr. Yoon! You know, I’m looking for a new job too. Are you still hiring?” You ask in a sickly sweet tone. Even Deacon can’t keep a straight face at your fake girly accent.

“That depends. Where are you from?”

“Well, I grew up on a cute little potato farm in Idaho, and gee it is so different from LA! The sun shines down on the fields like you’ve never seen before and the view is just absolutely to die for! But I couldn’t resist the glitz and glamor of California of course–”

“Not interested.” Jae-Sung interrupts and abruptly hangs up the call.

“Damn it! I wanted to tell him about the potatoes next.” You chuckle as the team smiles with you. “Street, did you find him?”

“Got it! 223 Angler Avenue.” Street shares triumphantly.

“Let’s roll!” Hondo orders.

We suit up as quickly as possible to track down this slippery bastard and once again, he manages to evade us. Nothing but an empty apartment and a few hastily destroyed cellphones are left behind.

“Well, at least he left in a hurry. And when criminals hurry…” You comment, trying to find a positive take on this disappointment.

“They make mistakes.” Hondo finishes for you.

Another alert beeps on their phones.

“Please tell me that someone’s caught Jae-Sung.” You plead.  

“Wish I could say so. We got a shootout on our hands.” Deacon tells you instead.

Luca races Black Betty down to the heart of One-Niner territory with the sirens screaming down the streets, but seconds later, another alert pings on their phones.

“Another shoot-out, in K-town!” Chris shouts over the sound of the sirens.

Hondo hears the announcement through comms while you sit shotgun in his squad car.

“Captain! We need another team.”

Cortez braces her hands on the edge of the table, watching the alerts go off on the map.

“Negative. Mumford’s team is on the opposite side of town and Vandelli’s is at a training. You have to split up.”

Hondo hits his steering wheel in frustration. “Damn! And we have no idea how many shooters there are. Y/L/N, where do you think Jae-Sung is most likely hiding?”

“W-what? I mean, K-Town, he’d blend in more easily and speak the language.” You stammer out, your mind reeling with this information. Two shootouts at the same time? If you don’t put a stop to this, it is going to escalate just like the Riots.

“Then that’s where we’ll go. Deacon, you, Luca, Chris, and Tan head to One-Niners. You’ll need the firepower against the gangbangers. Street, hop in with me, we’re headed to K-Town.”

Minutes later, you skid into the middle of the shootout. Glass from restaurants and shops shatter around you as civilians scream and run for safety anywhere they can find it.

“Street! Crowd control! Get these people away from the windows!” Hondo commands.

“On it!” Street runs off immediately, escorting several elderly couples out of the restaurant next to you.

“Y/L/N, did you catch how many shooters?” Hondo asks.

You whip your head around at the scene, eyes scanning the chaos. “One, 3 o’clock, no two! The other’s across the street, at your 10!”

“Captain, we got two shooters, and hold on. They’re two black men!” Hondo ducks behind a car while you tuck yourself behind a wall, each of you exchanging fire with a shooter.

Back at HQ, Captain Cortez speaks into her radio. “Got it. All responding units be advised, we have two shooters, black, male, exchanging fire with officers on scene. Use caution, civilians present.”

The gunshots practically deafen your ears but your eyes are set on your shooter. You keep your arms steady as you dart out, trying to get a shot. Then, for a brief moment, the gunfire ceases. He must have ran out of bullets!

You peek out from behind the brick face and catch a glimpse of an elbow, frantically trying to reload a magazine, and fumbling over it multiple times. That’s strange…

“Hondo!” You shout into comms. “They’re amateurs!”

“What?” Hondo yells back over the noise.

“Shoot non-lethal! These boys don’t know how to fire a gun! They’re not–”

“Not gangbangers! They probably got tricked into this by Jae-Sung!” Hondo pieces it together.

Captain Cortez hears it all and passes on the info to the other team.

“Deacon, do you copy?”

“Loud and clear Captain. We’re exchanging fire with two shooters, but we got some One-Niners who want to shoot both us and them.” Deacon replies hastily.

“Hondo and Agent Y/L/N think our shooters are amateurs. They might have been forced into this shoot out by Jae-Sung.”

“That explains a lot Captain! These guys are firing everywhere but they aren’t hitting much!” Chris shouts into the comms.

“Shoot non-lethal, try to negotiate and get them to surrender. We don’t want to hurt these victims!”

“Copy, Captain! What about the One-Niners?” Deacon inquires.

“Use Black Betty as a shield and push them back.”

Luca whoops at that and follows orders.

Back in K-town, you catch a sliver of opportunity to take down your shooter.

An ear-splitting bang followed by a yell of pain greets your ears after you pull the trigger.

“Suspect down!” You cry out. “Cover me!”

“Wait, I’m not–”

You don’t wait for Hondo to finish before you race across the street and pounce on your suspect. He lays on the floor, clutching a bloody arm. Quickly, you kick his gun away and point your own at him.

“Where’s Jae-Sung?” You shout impatiently in his face.

“You shot me!” He groans, tears now streaming down his face.

You ignore him and repeat your question. “The man who paid you to do this. Where is he?”

A bullet ricochets off the wall above your head. You pivot on your heel and urgently scan across the street for the shooter. Hondo is still exchanging fire with his suspect. So where did the shot come from?

“The laundromat!” You hear Hondo shout through your comms. A face appears in the window of the laundromat right next to where you had been shooting from just moments before.

The gunfire and screams fade to nothing as the sound of your steady heartbeat thud in your ears.

Jae-Sung Lee.

You can pick that face out of a crowd of hundreds. A mouth of yellowed teeth from years of smoking, wrinkled skin, and greasy black hair that makes him look older than his 37 years. This man is responsible for the execution of several innocent South-Korean citizens during his military days. Now he has 4 American deaths on his hands? Unforgivable. His case file and picture has haunted your days and nights for months and finally, he is right in front of you.

“Cover me!” You shout again as you chase this son of bitch down.

Hondo groans out loud. “Street, do you copy?”

“Yeah, Hondo, almost got all the civilians out!” He replies through comms.

“Y/L/N has got Jae-Sung, I need you to take out this shooter! I can’t get to him, he’s behind the dumpster at Itaewon Tofu House!”

“I have a shot!” Street confirms. A second later, the shooter drops the gun as he clutches his wounded shoulder.

With that, Hondo jumps out from behind the car and joins the chase.

“He’s running down the block, took a hard right, towards the Metro station! I’m right behind him, but he’s opening fire. We can’t let him get underground, too many civilians!” You spit out the info as fast as you can, running full speed down the street. You silently praise God and whatever universal power is up there that you didn’t wear heels into the field today.

“I’ll cut him off at the entrance!” Hondo strategizes.

Your lungs burn as they demand oxygen, but you ignore all the warning signs your body is telling you. You’ve spent too much time and energy trying to catch Jae-Sung’s ghosting ass and you are not about to let him get away again.

Seconds later, the gaping mouth of the Metro station comes into view, and right in the middle of it, Hondo stands, gun raised.

“Jae-Sung Lee, put your weapon down!” Hondo demands.  

Time seems to slow as you watch Jae-Sung turn around, sweat flying in droplets off his forehead. You see his eyes go wide as you hear Hondo shout, “Don’t even think about it!”

A bullet slices through the air towards Jae Sung, and hits him in the lower back.

But you are already airborne, leaping out to tackle this murderer to the ground. As fast as you can, you scramble upright and press your knee into his chest, his gun landing out of reach.

“Jae-Sung Lee, you’re under arrest.” You declare triumphantly.

…

You walk into SWAT HQ to the sound of clapping. Your hair is a mess and your favorite work-outfit is covered in blood and dirt, but you know nothing can stop your grin.

“Congratulations Agent Y/L/N. You got your guy.” Hicks slaps you on the shoulder.

“Excellent work. I’m glad we got everyone safely back.” Captain Cortez smiles at you with visible relief.

“Any casualties?“ You inquire.

“Just minor injuries. The shooters were instructed to break windows and buildings, not to murder people. It looks like Jae-Sung wanted to cause trouble for business. And you know how effective it is to hurt people in their wallets.” Captain Cortez shares.

“That didn’t stop them from shooting at us though.” Chris sighs.

“Hey, look on the bright side! We caught the suspect and all the shooters too. And, I heard that Agent Y/L/N here took Jae-Sung down with a massive tackle. Pretty sure you could start playing for the NFL now.” Luca jokes lightheartedly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re missing a key detail there Luca. I shot him first!” Hondo protests good naturedly.

“Mmm…unnecessary. I had him.” You snarkily reply. “And, if I remember correctly, you had to ask Street to help you take down your shooter?”

Street holds up his hands in mock surrender, “Oh, whatever competition this is, don’t involve me in it.”

Without meaning to, you have somehow stepped up to Hondo, so that you are facing his chest. You even raised yourself up to challenge him, although he is a good head taller than you.

Hicks inserts himself between the two of you and lays a hand on your shoulder. “Alright everyone, settle down. Agent Y/L/N here is just messing with ya. Everyone did the job well today so go home, shower, and get out of here.”

Hicks turns to you with a chuckle. “A tackle huh? Seems excessive. I’ll have to tell your superiors about that.”

You roll your eyes at him and laugh deeply, not noticing the way Hondo’s gaze settles on your smile.

…

Hot water cascades down your back in a rushing waterfall, sweeping away the days’ hard work. You  replay today’s events like a film reel in your mind, scene after scene flashing before you. The shoot out stays with you the most. Throwing yourself into the middle of gunfire is not an easy thing to do, but the implications of danger never hit you until after the fight is long over.

You think back to Hondo, crouching behind a car, his SWAT gear obscuring much of his face. Helmet, safety glasses, gloves, a massive gun, a million pockets full of who knows what kind of weapons. Meanwhile you were just in your blouse, slacks, and ankle boots, plus a very attractive bullet proof vest complete with a giant FBI printed on the front of your chest.

Right as you got into the squad car to go check out Jae Sung’s apartment, you remember making some snarky comment about your outfits.

“Damn, Hondo! Where can I get the Halloween costume?” You gesture to his gear. “You got like, what, a hundred pockets on that ‘fit?”

“You won’t be joking when the gear in these pockets saves your ass out there in the field, Ms. FBI,” he quips back, the corners of his eyes crinkling in good humor underneath his glasses.

“Not if I save your ass first!”

Remembering that sassy little exchange makes you smile. You sigh to yourself. Your smart mouth has gotten you in trouble more times than you could count, but you knew you could push it more with Hicks’ boys. He’s known you and your family for years, so he knows you’re just trying to lighten the mood. Not all of your days end with as low of a body count as this one.

It was a good day.

Right as you are blow drying your hair, you see rather than hear your phone ring. You don’t recognize the number.

“This is Agent Y/L/N.”

“It’s Hondo, from LAPD SWAT.”

“Hondo? You already miss my pretty face?”

“Hey now, this wasn’t my idea. Hicks said…”

“Don’t tell me I have more paperwork to fill out.”

“Sounds like you got a brain to go with that pretty face.”

“You think my face is pretty?”

You know you are flirting. Hard. But Hondo makes it too easy. He’s clearly a leader of incredible skill and bravery to be on SWAT, and working with him today just confirms what you already knew the first moment you met him. You could trust him to have your back on and off the field. Men like him don’t come around too often and who’s to say you can’t have a little fun while you’re in LA?

“Okay mama, hold your horses. Hicks said I had to deliver these papers to you in person. Meet you at your hotel bar in 10?”

“It’s a date!” You laugh into the phone, imagining Hondo shaking his head on the other side of the line.

You scramble to make yourself presentable. Damp hair or not, you’re not about to look like a mess in front of Hondo. You swipe on some lipgloss and mascara, and dig through your luggage. Your hands find the soft linen of your go-to blue sundress for your civilian clothes disguise. Perfect. You pair it with a work blazer to cover your bare shoulders.

You see the straps of a bra peeking out from underneath the piles of clothes. Shoot. No clean bras.

Shrugging, you shove everything inside and zip it up. Guess you’ll have to go without.

With a quick glance to the mirror, you confirm that you look great and not at all like someone who tackled an international fugitive a few hours ago.

…

“Well look at you Ms. FBI,” Hondo greets you, perching on a bar stool. The seat is far too small for him and gives you a great view of his toned jean-clad ass.

“I told you this is a date, didn’t I?” You laugh, lifting your skirts up to sit down. You let the fabric fall to the side, exposing your thigh. Hondo’s eyes immediately glance down at your exposed skin before quickly flitting back up to your face. His eyes twinkle mischievously, clearly catching on to everything you are putting down. Subtlety is not your strong suit.  

He slides the goldenrod envelope across the table. You sigh dramatically and unseal the flap to rifle through the pages.

“Oh jeez, how many forms do I have to go through?!” You complain aloud. The stack is so thick, it will take you half a day to finish them all.

“Well, let’s see. We got 4 bodies, 6 break-ins, a hide-out apartment, 2 neighborhoods that got shot up, numerous civilian injuries, oh and let’s not forget, an injured international fugitive heavily wanted by the FBI, Ms. F. B. I.” Hondo adds a pause between each of the letters of your agency, just to be extra snarky about it.

“He’s only injured because you shot him,” You mutter with annoyance at all this work.

“And you tackled him,” Hondo counters.

“Fine, fine. I’ll deal with this tomorrow.” You push the envelope aside. “Tell me, Hondo, how does it feel to work with an FBI agent?”

Hondo laughs at your cockiness. “I don’t know, how does it feel –”

“to work with SWAT?” You finish for him. You lean forward on your elbows. “Honestly, today was pretty amazing. I haven’t seen Hicks in years and you run a tight team Hondo. I appreciate you having my back out there.”

Hondo laughs again, shaking his head at you.

Baffled, you give him a look that says What in the world is so funny?

“You did it again, Y/L/N. Did you notice we keep finishing each other’s sentences?” Hondo grins at you.

“Sounds like we make a pretty good team, Mr. SWAT.” You throw the nickname back at him.

“You did hold your own during the shootout, Y/L/N. You were the first to notice that the shooters were amateurs, and you took down yours fast. It got a little dicey when Jae-Sung showed up, but I gotta say, I didn’t think you could chase him down and get to him before any civilians got hurt. I was …”

“Impressed? Amazed? Blown away by my talent?” You grin at him.

“I was gonna say relieved, but sure, let’s go with impressed.”

The bartender places a tray with two glasses of champagne and a small charcuterie platter by the two of you. Hondo reaches for a glass and hands it to you.

“Ooo champagne? Do we have a cause for celebration?” You ask as you clink your drink to his.

“To catching Jae-Sung Lee. Congratulations, Ms. FBI.” Hondo toasts.  

“Thank you,” You murmur into your glass. You take a sip of the bubbly liquid appreciatively, and a slight blush blooms across your cheeks. It still hasn’t quite hit you yet that you’ve actually put this guy away for good. It’s nice to celebrate your accomplishment with the man who helped you take him down. More than nice.

A comfortable silence settles between you as the din of the bar grows louder. It is well past dinnertime and it’s getting crowded. You people watch for a moment as you sit and drink.

“There’s something that’s been bugging me.” Hondo speaks up quietly.

“Hmm?”

“How come Hicks takes all your teasing like it’s nothing? The only person I’ve seen him be that nice to is Cortez, and she doesn’t even push it that much.” Hondo inquires, genuinely curious.

You chuckle, thinking back to all the sass he must have heard in the past 24 hours.

“Hicks is like a grandfather to me. He worked with my father and he’s an old family friend. He’s been looking out for me ever since I was old enough to skin my knee. He checks up on me now and then, especially now that I tackle criminals.” You share fondly.

“Ha! Maybe we should start calling him grandpa at HQ.” Hondo jokes.

“Ooo he would absolutely hate that.” You laugh, the alcohol makes you giggle even more. “Do it.”

“I’d like to keep my job, Ms. FBI.”

It seems like you just can’t stop smiling. Hondo is so easy to talk to, and tease. Not to mention he’s hot as hell.

But…

“Hey, what’s wrong mama?” Hondo notices your expression change.

“Hondo, I know I can be a little much. My smart mouth isn’t for everyone and I know it’s not the most professional, especially when I’m a guest on your team, so I just wanted to say I really appreciate that you welcomed me in and trusted me on this case and –”

“And there’s nothing more to say.” Hondo cuts in. “You were great with the team and I like that smart mouth of yours. Especially because it's attached to..”

“This pretty face?” You look up at him through your lashes. Without realizing, the two of you have leaned closer and Hondo reaches a hand under your chin, pulling it up towards him.

“Exactly.”

Hondo closes the gap, kissing you on the lips - gentle and soft and delicious.

…

A plaid flannel flies carelessly across the room as you fling Hondo’s clothes across your hotel suite. Rough hands bring yours to a pair of broad shoulders as Hondo guides you into a soft embrace. His lips are working overtime on your wanting mouth as he walks the two of you towards the bed.

You feel another giggle escape your throat and your feet tangle in his and you stumble, falling onto the mattress with a heavy man laying on top of you. The smooth player that he is, Hondo’s lips never break contact with yours and he simply moves his tantalizing kisses from your mouth to your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmurs in your ear, “you want this, right Y/N?”

Hearing your first name spoken in Hondo’s baritone rumble makes a shiver of arousal spread across your spine.

“Yes.” You breathe into his mouth.

Those three letters are all he needed to hear.

Hondo moves down your body with all the passion of a starving man who has just been given the feast of his life. And he eats you out like you’ve never experienced before.

“Oh my god!” A squeal breaks free from you as you feel Hondo’s wet tongue lick up the length of your slit, your panties long gone.

Thick fingers grip your soft thighs, your dress pooling around your waist. A hand snakes up the front of your torso as you writhe on the bed, already so fuckin’ turned on.

“Mmm you’re a naughty girl, Ms. FBI. No bra?” Hondo chuckles, face deep in your core.

The vibration from his voice only serves to make you wetter. His beard tickles the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs and you watch wide-eyed as he disappears down there again.

“What can I say? I was hoping..” your sentence trails away into a moan as Hondo’s lips find your clit.

“Hoping for some great sex?” Hondo tries to complete your sentence.

You pull his face up to yours until he climbs on top of you and you can taste your arousal on his mouth.

“Hoping for some fantastic sex with a hot SWAT agent.” You correct him, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breath.

“You think I’m hot?” Hondo teases, kissing the tip of your nose affectionately.

“Well, we’ve already established that you think I’m pretty.” You speak against his lips, wanting to taste more of this beautiful man.

Much to your chagrin, Hondo pulls away. You are scarcely disappointed for more than a moment however, because Hondo immediately starts to kiss your neck, moving down towards the top of your cleavage. You assist his exploration of your soft skin by pulling the straps of your sundress down, revealing perky, tender breasts to your now favorite SWAT agent.

“You’re not just pretty, Y/N.” Hondo praises. “You’re beautiful…and smart…and fearless…and so sassy it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

Hondo pairs his compliments with delicious kisses on your breasts and his hot mouth quickly attaches to your sensitive nipples.

Suddenly feeling shy, you cover your face with your arms and whisper, “I think I’m already in trouble because of you Hondo.”

You stifle another moan as he licks your nipple again. It feels so good that you think you’re going to be addicted to his touch.

“Then let’s get into more trouble together.” He grins against your chest.

With that playful exchange, Hondo pulls your dress over your head and lays you gently back down amongst the fluffy hotel pillows.

He kneels between your legs, your hips splayed apart, ready for him to enter. His eager cock bounces between toned thighs that lead to the sexiest set of abs you’ve ever seen, a light sheen of sweat making his beautiful caramel skin glisten in the golden glow of the room.

Your fingers grip the sheets in anticipation, and you bite your lip, staring at what is about to enter your dripping pussy.

“Condom?” Hondo asks right as he guides his member to your entrance.

“IUD. I’m safe, and clean.” You quickly reply, impatient for him to fuck you already. You can feel the hot tip of his cock pressing against your slick folds. Your walls are literally pulsing with eagerness to take him in.

“Good.”

A second later, your pussy walls stretch to accommodate Hondo, his member spearing towards the end of your core. Fabric twists in your fists as you scream out your pleasure at being entered by such a huge cock.

“Hondo, you’re fucking huge!” You groan out through gritted teeth.

Hondo freezes in fear, “Am I hurting you, Y/N?” His brow creases with concern.

You grab his wrist that was braced next to your waist as he holds his body above yours.

“No, just…slow down and kiss me some more.” You request.

Hondo smiles in relief and happily meets your request and his soft lips press against your mouth once again. His tongue starts to dance with yours as his hips slowly push into your core. A guttural groan releases from his lips when he hits your cervix.

“What, Hondo?” Your lips move down his face to suck on a throbbing vein on his neck. You can feel another gush of wetness flow from your core, making Hondo’s cock slide in much more comfortably. You’ve never been this wet for a man before. Then again, not every man’s cock is as big as Hondo’s.

“You’re fucking tight, Y/N.” He pants back.

“Am I?” You murmur against his hot skin. “How about now?”

“Gah! Fuck!” Hondo gasps as you lock your ankles behind his back, pulling his cock even deeper into your core. You giggle against him, your hands gripping his head tightly as Hondo continues to pound into you.

Each thrust into your wet walls is met with a moan from your lips, and you just can’t stop voicing your pleasure. His cock hits every spot inside your pussy that makes you want to scream. But for the sake of the other hotel guests, you try to keep it together.

“Hondo, mmm!” You whine aloud, “I’m getting close!”

Hondo thrusts against you so hard, you hear the bedpost knock against the wall. Each push of his cock sinfully smacks skin against skin, and the dirty sound makes your head spin.

“Come for me, baby!” Hondo grunts as he violently shoves into you again.

“Hold on,” you lift a hand towards his face. “Suck me.”

Hondo puts your delicate fingers into his mouth when he realizes what you want. With darkened, lust-filled eyes, he can’t tear his gaze away from you as you bring your now wet fingers down towards your overstimulated clit. And proceed to rub small circles on the sensitive nub.

“Goddamn that’s sexy, Y/N.” Hondo praises appreciatively.

“Shut up and make me cum!” You grin back at him, increasing the speed of your fingers.

“Yes ma’am,” Hondo resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting so hard that your grip on your clit keeps slipping.

It doesn't matter because it is only seconds later that you are in pure ecstasy. Flames of pleasure lick over your sweaty skin as you come harder than you’ve ever had before. Hondo simply presses in more against your core as you scream out how good he is making you feel.

After the world stops spinning, you finally release your bruising grip on Hondo’s shoulders.

“You good, baby?” Hondo chuckles, leaning back on his heels to catch his breath for a moment.

“Y-yeah. I’m good. More than good.” You breathe out shakily, your voice a little hoarse from all the screaming Hondo drew out of you. Your eyes land on his very erect veiny cock that’s still bouncing upright between his legs. You grin up at him.

“Your turn.”

Hondo smiles so wide his eyes crinkle up in the cutest way. You pull his arm towards the pillows, guiding him to lie down. His hands never leave your body for a second, his touch is all over your shoulders, arms, waist, and finally lands on your ass as you settle on his lap. It is so sexy that he refuses to let go even when you are just trying to readjust your positioning.

Not wasting any time, you gently grip his thick cock and insert the tip inside your still dripping pussy and proceed to sink down slowly.

“Mmph!” A muffled cry escapes your lips as you feel him stretch out your walls once again.

“Fuck, that’s good baby.” Hondo moans loudly. His deep brown eyes are staring right at your core as his grip tightens on your ass cheeks, following your trip downwards on his member.  

Your bodies move to a silent rhythm, slowly rolling forward and back as his cock slides in and out of you with ease. You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach and this time, you lick your own fingers as you find your clit and go to town on it.

Hondo looks at you pleasuring yourself on his cock and he chuckles, the rumbling spreading from deep within his toned chest.

“Baby, I thought it was my turn?” He teases you.

“Hondo, you’ll soon realize that I’m very selfish when it comes to sex.” You tease back, laying down so that your breasts are now pressed up against him.

“I want your cock all. to. myself.” You breathe hot air against his ear as you slam your hips down on Hondo’s cock.

“Mmm don’t stop!” Hondo encourages, his hips bucking up into you as he chases his own orgasm.

You continue to slide back onto his member, your wetness making the motion smooth and pleasurable. Whines of lust pour out of you continuously as you keep on fucking this beautiful man.  

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, your hair falling onto Hondo’s face as you kiss his bearded cheek.

“I’m close too, baby! Make me cum!” Hondo groans out.

You make his wish come true a second later as your pussy grips him one last time and you feel his hips jut up into yours. Warmth spreads throughout your core as you feel his seed paint your insides. Your breath comes out in relieved pants as you splay out on top of Hondo, trying to recover from the best sex you’ve ever had.

—

*beep beep*

The sound of Hondo’s SWAT alarm wakes the two of you.

Groaning, you roll over and glance at the hotel room’s red digital display.

5:30 AM.

“Do SWAT emergencies always happen this early?” you grumble in a sleep-laden voice.

Hondo is already up and out of bed, pulling on his clothes that you haphazardly tossed all over the room last night.

“Not usually.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Gotta go. Have a safe flight back to D.C. okay?”

You yawn dramatically and pat his ass affectionately. “Go catch some bad guys Mr. SWAT.”

“Not if you catch them first, Ms. FBI.”

Not a minute after he rushes out the door, you hear a text alert beep on your phone.

Wanna stay in LA another night?

The message is from Hondo’s number. You can’t help but let out an incredulous laugh.

Thought this was supposed to be a one time thing.

You reply back with a smirk on your face.

What can I say? I want more of your smart mouth and …

You watch the three dots of him typing blink over and over. God, he’s such a flirt.

Pretty face?

You relent and complete the sentence for him.

You got it, Ms. FBI.

[adezahnae]

While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 5)

A/N: WOO THIS CHAPTER TOOK 20 DAMN DECADES😭😭 OKAY HERE IS PART 5!! ENJOY IT!!💕👑

Warnings: Secrets, plot twist, brutality, pistol whipping, fighting, burning, STRONG ANGST, cursing, smoking, soft smut, slight pregnancy kink, slapping, etc...

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @janedukiesworld @staynctzen127 @keeach @nanascupid @winwiniee

Jaehyun’s POV

I walked into the hotel, putting my gun in the back of my pants. This bitch has gone far. I tolerate and tolerate but I’m not standing for this shit, I have to say, she has the right daughter today. Good thing I own this hotel too. The woman from the front desk remembered me. She bowed. “Mr. Jung.” She said. “Where is the room Alexa Kang stays in?” I asked. She quickly typed in the computer. “Room 754, sir.” She replied.

“Shut this place down. Now.” I ordered. She nodded. “Yes sir.” The lights shut off slightly and the doors locked. She closed the windows and blocked them in. “But sir, what about other people here sir?” She asked. “Leave them. If there’s any damage I cause, I’ll pay for it.” I said walking away. I went to the elevator and pushed the floor number. I made it there and I rushed down the halls pulling out the gun. I seen these two police men.

“Sir! Put the gun down-“ “Do you recognize me, assholes?” I asked looking it their direction. “We’re so sorry sir, our apologies.” They said bowing and taking their hats off. “Now tell everyone in here to stay in their rooms until further notice.” I growled. “Yes sir.” “Now have a nice damn day.” I said. They moved out the way and I walked down the hall. I made it to her door and I banged on it. I covered up the peephole. “Who is it?” They asked. I didn’t respond.

I heard them get up to walk to the door and unlock it. Right when he opened the door, I took the bottom of the gun and hit him in the nose with it. He fell on the floor and groaned in pain. I walked into the room more and I heard the other get up. “What the hell is wrong with-“ I cut him off with a punch to the face with the gun as well. “Man what the hell is your FUCKING PROBLEM-“ I cocked my gun back and pointed to him. “Take the base out of your fucking voice when you’re talking to me. Do you know who I am?” I growled. The man’s eyes struck with fear as he realized who I was.

“Oh shit..dude it’s Jae. L-Look man, I’m sorry we couldn’t recognize you.” One of them nervously laughed. “Who the fuck is Jae?” The other asked. The other nudged him in his side. “Shut the fuck up and watch your tone Larry, it’s Jae. The one who runs all of the mafia gangs! He’s over all bosses of all Mafia gangs. This man is serious business and will kill our asses!” I’m guessing Mike said. “I’m gonna ask you one simple question. Did you two touch my daughter?” I asked.

Larry laughed. “Which one?” He asked. I punched him in the face and slapped him with the gun. “I will and I mean will kill your ass and fucking leave you here for the dogs!” I yelled. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!!” Larry cried as he bled out his mouth. “You’re daughter? Who is that sir?” Mike asked. I grew frustrated. “MILIA! FUCKING MILIA JAECEE JUNG! DID YOU TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!?” I yelled.

“That’s your Babygirl? I didn’t know man..congratulations-“ I cut Mike off with a slap to the face with the gun twice. “ANSWER MY QUESTION!” I yelled. “Yeah! We did! Please just let us go!” Larry cried out. “What did you do to her?” I growled. “We...We.” “SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT!” I yelled. “We beat her and put burn marks on her from our cigarettes! We pushed her around and yelled at her! We’re sorry!” Mike said. I took my gun and began to beat them with it.

They bled all over my clothes and their faces were busted. I threw the gun and stood up. I turned my hat around and breathed out. “We didn’t know she was yours! we didn’t even know that you and Alexa were a thing! She just told us to do it man..” Cried Mike. I chuckled and stomped him in his face. “So you listen to a bitch who gives you nothing but pussy left and right?” I asked. “She said that she wanted her daughter dead. We were gonna kill her but that’s when Alexa told us that you were here.” Larry explained.

I clinched my jaw and sat on the bed. “So you were gonna kill my daughter?” I asked. “Boss we-“ “BEAT AROUND THE DAMN BUSH AGAIN OR I SWEAR FOR GOD I WILL THOUGH YOU FROM THIS DAMN ROOF!” I yelled punching him. “Y-Yes..s-sir..” Larry coughed. I looked over to see a lighter and a belt. I grabbed them both and stood up. “So..since you both decided that beating my baby was an amazing choice. You will feel what she felt..” I growled. They shook their heads. I tucked in my necklace. “Who beat my daughter first?” I asked. “Larry did..” Mike said.

I snatched Larry and wrapped the belt around his neck. He began to choke. I took the lighter. “Open your mouth, bitch..” I growled. I forced his mouth open and placed the fire on his tongue. He began to scream and shout. I gripped the belt tighter around his neck and burned his tongue more. Afterwards, I buckled the belt around his neck, pulling at it. He began to choke more and I began to punch him in the face and stomach, harshly. I pushed him down on the ground and stomped him and kicked him in his stomach. I let him go and turned to Mike.

He began to shake his head. “Jae..you know me! I used to work for you man! We were partners! I was your best run man! I was!!” Mike said. I chucked and shook my head. I grabbed my gun again and hit him across the face with it. “That’s the reason why you’re getting it worse than this bitch over here.” I said nodding towards Larry. I began to punch him in the face harshly, letting out all of my anger. I grabbed his head and banged it against the wall. I picked him up and threw into another one, beating him to the ground again. I kicked his face plenty of times and then I stopped.

I took the lighter and grabbed his hand. I began to burn his fingers and he cried. I kicked him in the stomach. “Shut the fuck up.” I growled. I then burned the roof of his mouth and he cried out. I beat him again with the gun and stood up. He was now laid on the ground with Larry, both of them coughing and groaning. I threw the lit lighter at their bodies and watched them panic as they try to put it out. “Where is Alexa?” I asked. They didn’t respond.

I began to mush Mike’s head in the floor more with my shoe. “I said where is the bitch?” I growled. “AHHH SHES AT ANOTHER HOTEL! ITS ONE PINE STREET AND ITS THE ONLY ONE THERE! SHE’S THERE!” He cried. I kicked him in the head making him unconscious and did the same to Larry. I opened the door and walked out, going to find Alexa.

“Ooh! Look at that one! It’s big!!” Lia said pointing to the giraffe. “I know! That’s the Daddy giraffe.” I smiled. “He’s tall like my Daddy! He’s reall tall!” She said. I smiled. “That he is..” I said pinching her cheeks. We were now at a zoo looking at animals as the guards followed behind us. My mind was off of Jaehyun for a little bit. I’m still worried sick about chin though.

What if he’s gone? No! Y/n you can’t think that, he’s alright...I hope. “Where is Daddy?” Lia asked. “Uhh he went to go and talk to some people! Yeah..” I said. Maybe he’s just talking to some people. I then removed the bad thoughts from my head and continued to walk with Lia looking at animals. Jaehyun’s not that crazy....right?

As we were looking at the elephants, a woman tapped my shoulder. “Is that your daughter?” She asked. “O-Oh! No, it’s my boyfriend’s daughter. I’m just babysitting her while he goes and talk with others.” I smiled. “Wow..she’s is beautiful.” She smiled. “Say thank you, Lia.” I said. She hid her face in my shoulder. “Hi...” she mumbled. “I’m sorry, she’s just a little bit shy.” I smiled. “That’s fine! She’s so cute though, enjoy!” She waved.

I patted her back. “What if you were my daughter hm?” I asked. “Can you be my new mommy?” She asked. I then thought about it. I’ve always wanted to have children with Jaehyun. Lia wasn’t mines but she was close to it. She was just too cute. Hmm, maybe that won’t be bad. “Okay. But we will have to ask Daddy about this later just to be on the safe side.” I said. She perked up her head and nodded. “Okay!” I smiled. “Okay..let’s go and get a juice hm?” I said skipping to the bar at the zoo. “Yaayy!!” She cheered. The rest of the day, me and Lia enjoyed Hawaii and it was time for us to go to the house we were staying at.

It was later on that night and I was pissed. Jaehyun hasn’t even called me or texted me back! I was wondering if he was okay but he wouldn’t answer! I opened the car door and picked up Lia. She had a sucker in her mouth as she was watching cartoons. The drivers and guards helped me with my bags.

I unlocked the door and they sat the bags down. “Thank you.” I smiled. They nodded and closed the door. The house was beautiful. It was on the private beach just as said. I looked over to see that Jaehyun’s bags were here and his shoes were as well. I narrowed my eyes. “You ready to go and bathe sweetie?” I asked. “Yes mommy..” Lia mumbled. My heart fluttered at the name. I smiled and led her to the bathroom.

I ran the bath water for us and I undressed us. I pulled my hair up into a bun and I pulled hers up into one as well. She had such curly hair. We began to play with the bubbles and giggle. After a while, I began to wash her off since she was getting a little bit sleepy. I washed my off and took us from the tub.

I dried her body and put healing medicine on her bruises and bumps. I dressed her in one of Jaehyun’s shirts since she didn’t have any sleeping pajamas. I was drying her hair now and she fell asleep in my lap. I smiled softly and picked her up carefully. There was two rooms and hers was right across from me and Jaehyun’s.

I haven’t heard a peep from him this entire time. Only because the door was closed. As I was approaching it, I heard coughing and sighs of relaxation. I opened the door and scrunched my nose up at the smell. “It stinks in here..” I mumbled. I seen him on the edge of the bed, smoking something. “Yeah I know..” He replied calmly. I looked closely. “Jaehyun...is that...weed?!” I exclaimed. “Maybe..” He said taking another smoke from it.

I rushed out the room and closed Lia’s room door so the smell won’t travel in there. I came back in our room. “Jaehyun what the hell? Put that out!” I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t ruin this for me, I need it..” He said. “You’re the one who needs it?! I’ve been trying to call you and reach you for the longest! Yet here you are, in our bedroom, getting high! Since when did you smoke anyways?!” I ranted like angry housewife.

“Wayyy before you and your mother.” He chuckled, smoking again. “Well you’re with me! Put it out! It’s stinks!” I said. “Like I said, I need this okay? Now leave me alone and do something. Don’t ruin this..” He warned. I groaned out. “Damn you’re a piece of shit! I’m out there looking after YOUR daughter, worried sick about you and you’re sitting here getting high! Did you get high when you left to the hotel too?! I bet you fucked her too you fucking man whore!” I spat in anger. He stopped smoking and looked over at me. “What did you call me?” He asked.

“Damn you can’t hear now?! I called you a man whore! You know a man who just fucks left and right?!” I yelled. He blew out the smoke and put the blunt down. He got up and approached me. “You better watch your tone, I’m not playing.” He growled. “Like I’m scared of your ass! You’re not gonna do anything to me!” I yelled.

He pushed me against a wall and placed his hand around my neck. “You got one more fucking time before you blow my high. I said. Leave. Me. Alone...” He growled in my ear. I pushed him off of me. “GET FUCK OFF ME YOU ASSHOLE! I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU’RE A FUCKING HOE AND A DEADBEAT ASS FATHER!” I yelled. Suddenly, I felt something I’d never thought I’d feel in my life....

“BITCH!” Was all I heard him say before I fell to the ground with burn to my cheek. I gasped and began to sob. He slapped me...he just slapped me...I shook my head. His entire body changed. He began to approach me. “Y/n? Baby..Princess its a-alright..I’m sorry..” he whispered trying to hold me. I smacked his hand away and cried more. “Don’t touch me Jaehyun!!” I cried.

Tears began to flow down his eyes. “Princess, please..I’m sorry.” He whispered. I moved away from him to the corner of the room and cried. He came up to me and began to hold me. I started to kick and scream for him to let me go. “I’m sorry..I’m so so sorry..” He whispered as he picked me up.

I kicked and screamed, hitting his chest. “Let me go Jaehyun! You said you would never hit me!” I cried. He laid me on the bed and began to kiss my lips. I kept trying to push him off of me. “Get off! Get off!!” I cried. He planted kisses on my face and to my jaw. He moved my hair out of the way and went down to my neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry..” He mumbled.

I began to hit him again. “HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!! YOU MAKE ME SICK! GET OFF OF ME!!” I yelled through tears. I kicked and punched him all over but he didn’t move. He slipped my slippers off and hurriedly undid the tie on my robe, revealing my body. He placed kisses on my collarbone down the middle of my chest. “No!! Stop it!! I hate you!!” I cried trying to push him away.

I whimpered as he placed sweet kisses on my stomach now. He made it to my heat and placed gentle kisses on it. I began to whine and cry more. “Stop this Jae! You can’t fix this! Leave me alone! I hate you!!” I cried, trying not to focus on the pleasure. “I’m sorry..” He whispered. He began to place soft licks on my heat and slipped his tongue through my folds.

I hummed and still cried silently. He hooked his arms around my thighs and held them open wider. I began to give in and whimpered his name. “Jaehyun..” I bit on my finger and closed my eyes. His tongue movements began to speed up as he swirled it. I began to let out sighs and whines. “I’m close, I’m so close..” I whispered. He sped up, bringing me to my release. He pulled away and crawled on top of me.

He placed a kiss on my lips while he took my robe off of my body. He pulled down his sweatpants and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed a kiss on the cheek he hit, mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. He slowly pushed himself in, causing me to arch my back. He kissed away my tears as he rocked his hips back and forth at a slow and steady pace. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Look at me, please...Princess please..” He begged. I turned my head to see tears in his eyes. “I love you..” he whispered. I shed a tear. “I love you too..” I whispered back. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck, giving it bites and kisses. I gasped and grabbed onto him when he hit the right spot on my neck and in my heat. “R-Right there..please don’t stop..” I whispered through moans.

He began to speed up his thrusts and growl. My moans got louder and louder as I closed my eyes and arched my back more. He groaned and gripped my hips. “I want you to have my baby, Princess..” He whispered. He groaned as I clenched around him. “Wait- Jae-“ I was cut off by him groaning and pounding me. He reached his high and let out a loud growl. “FUCK!” He yelled. I scratched my hands down his back and screamed out his name. “JAEHYUN! IM C-CUMMM..AHHH!!!” I came over his member and hugged his body as I came down from my high. My eyes became drowsy and I closed them. He laid me down gently and wrapped his arms around my body as he hugged me close.

[sly-merlin]

Killing Me - 4 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings : curse words, mention of murder, guns, knives, smut!

words : 5.4k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

                                         or

                  “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

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K.M masterlist

k.m 3    k.m 5 

Previous morning in Taeyong’s office

“What was that for!” taeyong questioned jaehyun, clearly annoyed by his previous hostile mannerisms towards you. Jaehyun was on the receiving end of taeyong’s infuriation immediately after you departed from his office with doyoung.

“What!?” jaehyun tried to act oblivious at taeyong’s accusations.

“Why were you trying to scare her? Escort ring! For fucks sake Jae, I expected better from you.”

“But it wasn’t a dead loss. And even you went along in the same wagon, so don’t put everything on me alone.” jaehyun justified himself shrugging his shoulders lightly. “And admit it! She was giving you a hard time. That bitch was not buying anything!

Taeyong knew jaehyun was right. Your unsatisfied replies and never ending enquiries were exasperating him, but he would rather preserve his precious ego than admitting that to jaehyun.

He ruffled his well-made hair before replying to jaehyun, who was expecting some gratitude with a smug face.

“I-- just be careful and refrain from doing and saying anything that might put a dent in my plan. It’s a chance neo would never get again. So be patient and don’t go around opening your mouth about this to anyone.” jaehyun reluctantly nodded,not hearing what he wanted but his affirmation calmed taeyong’s nerves. He couldn’t trust jaehyun entirely but his options were limited.

All the pieces were in right place, for now. Nothing could go south right!

But jaehyun couldn’t completely understand the rationale behind Taeyong’s design.

and nor could the figure standing outside, completely hidden from the insiders.

The dread of the forthcoming finals substantiated the shortage of vacant seats in the kwanjeong library. You tried your best to arrive as expeditiously as possible for a person who partied, got abducted, arranged her own marriage, and again partied in grief, all in spam of about 34 hours. Finding no available seat, you decided to settle down on the floor. You gulped your cup of Americano in one go and began with the donut. As per a wise saying, Caffeine and sugar were the best combination as a breakfast for someone trying to get through their day with only 4 hours of sleep, the intellect being none other than your own self!

Yesterday was pretty long day. Though you were worn out from the adventures with wonwoo last night, your brain wasn’t exhausted enough to shut down properly when you tried to close your eyes.The flashes of the events had shrouded you with mixture of regrets and worries. What was the guarantee that you won’t end up dead tomorrow! What if taeyong was lying! But the fact regarding moon industries was absolutely legible. Maybe you should get a restraining order or something! But the existence of a person is necessary for that and yuta was a fucking corporate in the public eye and you were sure taeyong held some powerful position in the rich hierarchy as well, otherwise, covering the shits without revealing their true identities was not the job of some measly gang leader. There was more to taeyong than what someone could perceive just by looking. Will you be considered one of them now! After the little stunt that landed you straight into yuta’s life, you weren’t sure that he’d not strangle you in sleep. And What were you going to say to them? Chelin, yeom, guk, yeong.

and your thoughts spiralled from taeyong,yuta towards chelin and your friends and didn’t rest anytime before 4a.m. Waking up at 8 sharp , you took a shower and made your way towards the library.

And now you were here. 2 students passed your figure indicating that there were 2 vacant seats. Finally, after 15 minutes. They might have been the overnight students, you thought and walked inside before anyone else could claim the treasure. You had to find a new topic of thesis and do some research for international paper your professor was writing, and you being his designated so-called subordinate had to help him, involuntarily of course. But in this world, the student who could refuse their professor’s demands was yet to be born! Marking the place by placing your bag, you started the search for last month’ law journals and digests. One and a half hour passed, but you couldn’t find anything on international court of justice i.e. what your professor hadn’t already included. The urge to go out was profusely weighed down by your own sentiment of avoiding your friends. So you decided in favour of swallowing the bitter pill.

5 hours passed. The vibration of the timer in your phone prompted you to run off and get some food. It was already 2:30 and the lack of real food was making the tasks harder than they already were. Stepping outside into fresh air, instant regret of not bringing an umbrella washed over you. The sun was too bright unlike your mood and walking all the way to your favourite canteen would end up in you getting another headache. But you silently wished that every being from yesterday’s party was suffering from the same treatment of the over-the-top optimistic planet. why to suffer alone!

“Shortie” you lifted your head, spotting the combo of buy 1 get 1 free, heading your way.

“Where were you whole day? And if you aren’t going to pick calls then please do that poor thing a favour and sell it!” yugyeom barked while running his hand through his hair.

You shrugged jungkook’s elbow from your shoulder and replied “I was busy with prof. Joong’s work. And I have to be somewhere after 4 so I was a bit-

“Joong should adopt you already man!” Jungkook interrupted, nudging your sides with his fingers.

“ but I thought he wanted to be her sugar daddy!”  at that gyeom gave a serious and stern look to kook, pretending to ponder over his statement for a second and then suddenly they both starting laughing, hands hitting you everywhere to support their doubling figures.

“Get away from me, idiots!” you shouted, trying to get away from them. Once they were done with showing their exaggerated emotions, you all giggled together in unison. they were wearing their fundraiser t-shirts, you noticed.

“When is the fundraiser?”

“At 5. But you won’t be there to support us cause you are busy with your daddy!” kook exclaimed while bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“I didn’t say I’m going for Joong’s work and no, he’s not my sugar daddy, doofus. I’m busy with tutoring. I missed someone’s Saturday class so—

“Okay, chill tiger. You need to breathe. It’s a boring event anyway.” gyeom said in a comforting tone, interjecting your rapid fire speech.

“I’m gonna have lunch, are you two going?” you suggested.

“Yeah, it’s our break and yeong and minjun have eaten already, so that left you!” kook pouted when gyeom mentioned his boyfriend’s name.

“Let’s go! I want my sugar” your dramatic pout made yugyeom pet your hair lovingly and the three of you started walking on stone pathway on the way to the canteen.

“Where’s your umbrella?” jungkook asked you. He knew how much you hated walking under sun after the drinking escapades.

“I forgot but let’s not talk about it. it’s making me grumpy.”

“Okay! but why don’t you cover your head with that scarf instead.” he said pointing towards the silky material around your neck.

“Naahh, it ruins my fashion” they gave each other a puzzled look, shrugging their shoulders for they both couldn’t gather the reason of your weird behaviour.

At lunch, you talked to them about the fundraiser and gave your own contribution for the noble cause. The conversation with them progressed too easily and for about an hour you forgot about the turmoil in your life, which was still unknown to them.

After parting away, you went straight to your professor to show him your progress. He took note of the materials you found on recent cases and dismissed you without showing any gratitude. Not even a word of appreciation.

A ping!

Jaemin: noona, doyoung hyung is picking you up at 4 but he won’t enter the campus. Be out at 4!

You let out a frustrated groan at his text. You had only met him once, when he conferred upon you the honour of connecting your phone to his server but that was not the only favour you received! He also saved his contact number with various hearts that you obviously removed after reaching home. you could only pray to heavens that he won’t be there today as well!

You made your way to the library again, this time to work on your thesis. The time passed quickly than you thought. The alarm you placed earlier vibrated, indicating it was 4 already! You hastily made your bag and ran out of the library. It took 10 minutes to reach the gates of the campus. When you passed your dorms building, the idea of ditching doyoung and going to bed sounded tempting but as usual, nothing was going your way these days. You felt like the old catch 22 was in action.

You passed through the gates and looked around the road to find doyoung’s car but he was nowhere to be seen. While you were scanning the whole area, a low voice called your attention.

“What are you finding, I’m right here under your nose” a voice said through gritted teeth.

Yes, he was indeed sitting in the car right in front of you and the only one you missed apparently. You walked around the car to sit on the passenger seat, the tinted windows hiding you from the outside funfair.

“What took you so long? Its 4:15 already.”

“I don’t have a car like you so I walked myself here and it’s not like I did it purposely anyway.” You contended, the annoyance in your voice matching his own.

“Whatever, we are already late so turn around. Taeyong would be mad.”

“No I’m not turning around. First that cloth bag, then the handkerchief you tied on my eyes yesterday, its painful man. I’ll lose my eyesight this way. And I can navigate whole city from this place, you can’t hide your dungeon from me now” you reasoned. He didn’t tie your hands yesterday but your eyes were still covered.

“Then give me your scarf. I’ll cover your eyes with your own choice of article. It’s not painful or else you won’t be wearing it right! he said mockingly, pointing towards your neck.

“Umm, this scarf is act-

“Give me that already. I have some other things to handle as well.” assessing your options, you hesitantly removed the scarf, turning around to face the window immediately. Doyoung tied it across your eyes, checking the knot twice and tapped your shoulder. As you turned around, doyoung’s doe eyes widened, if that was even possible. Your collarbone and neck, which was visible through your v neck top, was covered with pretty purplish bruises. You fidgeted with your hands, flustered, feeling his eyes on you. But he remained quiet, focusing on the task at hand.

The whole drive was quiet and though your hands were not tied, you kept them on your backpack, hesitant to start any conversation. The car stopped finally, the mixed feelings coming back. The same process followed. He guided you inside but this time you passed only one door and the walk was quite shorter as well.

As doyoung was about to remove your scarf, a hand stopped him, or that was what you understood from the movements at that time.

“Silky scarf, blindfold and hickies hmm! Being kinky doyoungie. She’s your sister-in-law. Show some respect boy!” a voice remarked, the air around your face suddenly filled with chocolate and coffee. You hiccupped all of a sudden, earning a chuckle from the unknown presence.

You tried to reach for the blindfold, but your hands were caught mid-air, the said hands removing it. You blinked your eyes a few times to make out the figure’s face. He was standing, mostly bending to match your stature, face smiling to show all of his teeth.

Yuta.

You, surprised, took a step back but instead bumped into the one behind you.

“I’ll take over from here, doyoung.” but fortunately, he didn’t budge, fortunately. Your hold on backpack tightened, your eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. The only thing in your view were his baggy pants and white sports shoes.

But yuta could see only you and nothing else. Taeyong wasn’t the only one awaiting your arrival. Yuta was equally anticipating you.  His night was just as sleepless and anxious as you. He was afterall at the other end of the rope.

He raised your head, fingertips lightly grazing your chin. His hooded eyes roamed around your face like he was expecting you show some contempt , hatred,nervousness! He straightened up abruptly and started tying the silk around your neck. You flinched at his touch but he remained void of any reaction. His half denim jacket and white t-shirt hid you from the surroundings, his arms almost engulfing you. He repositioned himself to match you height again, arms crossing against his chest.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” and in a second, his honey smile changed into a smirk, letting go of any trace of earlier softer expressions. And the look on his face was enough to scare the shit out of anyone.

“Stop yuta” a taller man you recognised from yesterday as Johnny, pushed yuta aside from your view. It was then you saw that everyone was there. Including the one you were yet to encounter.

Your eyes wandered from one side to other of the room. Johnny let you inspect.

“Doyoung, what was the need to cover her eyes?” Johnny whispered to doyoung, breaking your trance.

“Why is everyone nagging me so much” he whined in a screeching voice.

“Karma bitch” Johnny pointed his forefinger towards him before giving his attention to you.

“Hey, how are you y/n.” he asked, his cheerful voice totally in contrast with the weather of the room.

“I’m- ummm.” you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m fine Johnny. As fine I can be.” you mumbled the last part but he surely heard you.

“You remembered my name!” he clapped, his eyes turning into crescents. You gave him a tight lipped smile in return, waiting for some instructions. As if on cue, taeyong’s loud voice graced your ears.

“Come y/n. make yourself comfortable” he indicated towards the couches that were almost already occupied. Johnny gestured you to proceed, walking with you. You passed yuta who was still smirking and sat on the single seat available next to taeyong. You placed your backpack on the large table in the middle of the room. It looked like a normal living room for guests, just with too many couches to accommodate the gang. You felt like an uninvited because apparently everybody was watching you like a hawk. Their stares changed sight only when yuta came to take a seat on one of the couch, exactly opposite to yours. You met his eyes briefly before turning your face towards your bag again.

Who knew the rusty zips of your bag were so interesting!

“So y/n I thought you should meet everyone. You are going to be part of this family soon. Better get acquainted with all.” taeyong addressed you while he sat on his couch majestically like a king. You heard a dry laugh and if you had to guess it had to be from jaehyun or yuta.

You didn’t understand why he wanted that. You were just a risk till yesterday and now means to discipline yuta.

And why all the formalities if you were gonna leave anyway.

“I’m going to leave anyway, taeyong. So I don’t see a need to do it!”

You were too consumed to notice how your sentence turned all the heads around you. Some started giving side eyes to each other. There was something they were all missing.

“I said you could leave. But not without my permission. So, you’d be stuck for now, maybe till months or years.”

You gulped at his words. Taeyong turned your only hope into a distant dream. Maybe you were too foolish to gauge the situation.

“You want something to eat or drink before we continue” he asked in a sincere voice. Shaking your head, you rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands to stop them from moistening. There was nothing more embarrassing than to cry in front of a bunch of strangers who didn’t give a shit about you.

“No, please continue.” you emphasised again to not draw any more attention to yourself than already was. And you internally thanked to taeyong who continued as if you weren’t just gonna cry!

“You will move in with yuta on Saturday,” it was Monday. “The wedding ceremony would be held in the morning. So you have few days to prepare, everything from your dress to every other thing you need shall be arranged. Just name it and you’ll have it!”

Wedding ceremony! That was not on the plate!

“I don’t want a cerem-

“Leave the bullshit ta-

You and yuta both cut off each other simultaneously. You glanced at his side, finding him already piercing his gaze into yours.

“There’s no need for it. The paper signing is enough. It’s not like we are in-

You knew taeyong understood what you were trying to say, so you didn’t continue. But you were already having a feeling of superiority over yuta for being the first to offer your opinion. It felt like a payback for flustering you earlier. You refrained from facing him again, your body turned towards taeyong only, but you felt satisfied with the thought of him being riled up.

“Oh, but I want a ceremony taeyong and mark is going to be the best man. He’s so excited. You can’t do that to him!” yuta emphasised through the variation in his voice. You knew he changed his argument purposely , but you maintained your cool, opting to ignore him . bear and forbear.

Taeyong raised his eyebrow at you but you shook your head again.

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea. It’s not a normal one anyway so why pretend!” you held your ground.

“You aren’t getting married to a mannequin.” yuta retracted. “I’m getting married as well and don’t anyone dare say that I made a mistake and blah blah. At last I’ll be hitching so I want a ceremony and Japanese at that!”

Oh yeah, he was Japanese. You has missed that as well.

All the other men in the room, 9 to be exact, were nodding at everything that was being said. They were unable to decide whose argument was worth taking side for. Finally Johnny spoke-

“I think y/n is right” looking at nowhere particular, he continued. “What’s with pomp and show when it’s nothing more than an agreement”

“But if yuta hyung wants it, then why not. They are going to live together, he should have his say as well.” it was mark who took yuta’s side. He didn’t know why but watching yuta losing ground urged him to support his brother.

You looked briefly at the boy who just argued with Johnny.

“He’s mark y/n.” taeyong said the answer you were looking for. “And he’s Jungwoo, jeno, doyoung, you have already met him, then jaehyun, johnny, renjunie, hendery. Others are busy so you’ll meet them some other day probably.”

A few waved towards you, including mark, who shyly withdrew his hand quickly. They all probably hated you as there was no other reaction towards a person who almost put your life in danger!

“Can we get to a middle ground now? I’m already getting tired of this” jaehyun grumbled, leaning into the couch.

“Ok so, he wants a celebration of a lie! What about me then. You are all here but I have no one. I’m alone and probably will be. Because taeyong, you haven’t told me how am I going to reveal this to my friends? I may not have a family, but still there are people close to me. they are my best friends, roommate, and many others who need to know! How am I going to explain them that their friend who didn’t even have a boyfriend, is getting married suddenly? I don’t even have parents to cover it with an arranged marriage. How to convince them? give me a way and I’ll agree” you pointed out the very important detail that they were missing. But they needed to know that there was other side of the paper as well and your reasons were not just a cry in the wilderness.

Nobody made a sound. Everything went quite like a dark night until-

“I hope this is not the calm before a storm!” you looked over to see the person who broke the silence. It was another young man coming with a food trolley, probably from the kitchen.

“I thought we have a guest so I prepared some coffee and donuts. I hope you like sweets y/n” the man was smiling ear to ear, seeming too happy with your visit.

“I-

“I’m kun.” he introduced himself and you shook his hand. He seemed too polite for a criminal. “Have this and tell me how it is” he forcibly handed you a dessert plate with a chocolate glanced donut. You took it out of politeness but felt a bit weird to be the only one eating it. You watched him with quizzical eyes as he took one for himself and sat on the arm of your couch. Everyone was now staring at your movements.

“Eat it, eat it. These are for you and me only.” he cajoled.

You decided to take a bite and then place it back just to stop the awkwardness.

As you bit it from one side, your brain short circuited. “Holy shit, bro. what is this sorcery.” your genuine and innocent reaction made Kun laugh loudly, some of the others joined in as well.

“Thank god, you like it! I’m so glad you aren’t one of weight conscious ones, otherwise it’d have been weird.” he starting munching on his own piece.

“I’m a sugar bear. I can’t live without sugar. I just had a donut in the morning but it was bleh comparing to this. You are a master chef bro.” and for a minute you forgot the previous tense environment. Everyone was glad that Kun came to save the situation and except to you, it was known that obviously he heard everything from the kitchen.

“You ate one in the morning! Then it’s the last one you’re getting. Everyone help yourself. She’s not having anymore!” as if they were waiting, everyone except mark and yuta picked them up.

“Mark” Kun motioned towards the tray and he grabbed one as well.

“What if I was allergic to chocolate, kun” you asked him while finishing your treat.

“Oh please! Even ten eats it.” he laughed to himself at his reference, which went over your head.

“Now coming to the point.” Everyone looked at taeyong who was already done with eating. “Y/n doesn’t want anything special so it’ll happen like that. No!yuta, lemma speak. And you y/n, it’s upon you to make your friends believe. Make up a story or do whatever you want. You don’t want to tell them about the wedding. Fine with me but do let them know at least that you have a boyfriend that you are moving in with! It’s on you both to make this arrangement believable.

“okay , sho now I shuggenly hab a voyfiend” you started speaking without even finishing the bite in your mouth. you continued once you chewed it.

“wont they be suspicious. They know exactly what I do and what I don’t. It’s almost impossible to put a façade in front of them.”

“Oh please, don’t tell me they even know from where you got those hickies” jaehyun’s curt statement was a hit below the belt. Kun was about to scold him when you elaborated his statement further to prove that he was doing nothing but burning his own fingers.

“Yes, actually they happen to know. When, where and from whom I got these. Anything else you want to ask?.” he rolled his eyes on your reply, busing himself with the delicacy instead.

“They don’t know yuta. So if you want you can introduce him to your people. He won’t be posing any problem, take my word for it.”

“I’ll go with you if you also accompany me,that I guess would be a problem for you. You don’t want to be seen with a criminal, or do you!” yuta jabbered. He was trying to push your buttons to measure your limit. But little did he know that you were far from being that easy.

“I just said I don’t want a wedding. I’ll agree to anything that is reasonable and is not degrading to me.”

“Ok then, nobody would force you to do what you don’t want.” taeyong decided to took matter in his own hands now. “And we’ll organise a small, very intimate gathering at taeil’s office to celebrate as yuta wants. And you’ll be introduced as Mrs. Nakamoto to our corporate world.” taeyong finished gauging both of your reactions. The surname was foreign and cringing to you. But it was going to be yours, so there was nothing you could do, for now.

“What do you mean ‘our’ corporate world.” you got puzzled at his choice of words.

“You’ll find out soon and its nothing scary, don’t worry.” Kun responded on behalf of taeyong this time, handing you your cup of coffee. “Tell me if it’s cold, I’ll-

“No it’s totally fine.” you assured him, without even taking a sip. He was being nice enough already.

“If my opinion has no value, then what am I even doing here!” yuta shouted, getting up from the seat.

“yut-

Before Kun could say anything, he stormed off. Mark tried to follow but taeyong stopped him from doing that.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a hot head.” Johnny laughed in between his bites.

You only nodded, sipping your coffee. You were glad he was gone. Sugar has always done wonders for you and it was having same effects now as well. You were able to think more rationally now.

“One more thing” you furrowed your brows at taeyong. What was left now!  “Do you want any specifications in the house? It’s my responsibility. A wedding gift you can say. If you need anything like extra closet, a more spacious kitchen-

“Kitchen?” you let out a brief chuckle at that. Everyone’s eyes were on you now. “It’ll be totally fine if I don’t even get a kitchen. I can’t cook anything besides ramyeon and salads. So I won’t even need that.”

“You are a student. Don’t you know anything basic.” it was Jungwoo who spoke in the voice sweeter than even Kun’s.

“No. I grew up in an orphanage and they provided us everything. I left when I started law. So all in all, I never had anyone to teach me. That’s why if you want to know best food trucks and restaurants in the city, I’m your best option.but, if that yuta knows how to cook, ask him about the kitchen.” you spoke non chalantly .But you didn’t realise how uncomfortable the air had become. a heavy silence took over the light atmosphere.

“I’m sorry noona” Jungwoo apologised sheepishly.

“It’s fine. After all there are some things that your hacker can’t find out. only I can tell you those.” saying that, you faced taeyong again. “But if you insist, I can always use a study room.” you tried to enlighten the mood again.

“Ok. I’ll find something suitable for you both.” you hummed, not knowing what to say anymore.

“Can I go back now?”

“Yes, doyoung will drop you.”

“No, I’ll go with her.” Johnny said, grabbing your attention. He didn’t look sulky like doyoung so, it’d be fine, you guess.

They said you goodbyes. Mark seemed hesitant to even look at you, but you couldn’t care less. He was just a stranger after all.

Yuta couldn’t realise why everyone was trying to be so nice to you. Till yesterday, he was allowed to put a gun on her head but now every being was against him. He didn’t know why he was so furious at taeyong, to forcing him to marry you or from dragging mark into this mess. Taeyong knew how to play dirty, but yuta never thought he’d use his own brother. There was no option for him as well, as taeyong has said. He showed interest in a fucking celebration to contradict you, but you were not backing down and that felt like a punch to his gut.

He drove towards his stress reliever. The infamous Japanese club. Only place where he could drown his sorrows.

The club was packed despite it being Monday. That was one thing he liked about it, you’ll never be disappointed in this place.

“ゆた!” The hostess chimed seeing yuta. “久しぶり” [ long time, no see!]

He signed her to give him 2 shots. She did as told but her gaze was following yuta’s, which rested on her cleavage. He came here only for 2 things after all.

He gulped the drink in a second without blinking an eye.

“バックルーム” [ back room]

She wasn’t someone to be told twice. She handed her hand towel to her co-worker and followed the path. Who was she to reject him after all?

As she opened the door, yuta pressed her against the door, shutting it with a thud, His tongue directly fighting with hers. Sinful sounds escaped her throat as yuta’s hand started working on the skimpy fabric she wore to cover herself. She moaned loudly as yuta pinched her nipples hard, his groans matching her loud ones. His eagerness always started a fire in her body, with intensity too much to handle. Her hands undid his pants, dropping them on the floor. They have done it so many times that the whole process imprinted in their minds by now.

without breaking the kiss,she changed their positions making yuta’s back hitting  the door . With a loud smooch, his lips parted hers, to let her function pn her own.

She got to her knees while he got rid of his shoes to remove the boxers. She gave a few pumps before giving kitten licks to the tip while her gaze was fixed on his face.

“Hisoka, I’m in a hurry” he warned her. Smirking, she took him in her mouth, going up and down as head bobbed with the motion. Yuta fisted her hair, roughly stroking himself inside of her. She whimpered on the action and hit his balls with her other hand, earning a chuckle from him. Yuta knew how much she hated when he took charge. Yuta’s head hit the door as she sped up, the grip on her hair tightening and with a few deep throats, he was done. Yuta looked at her fucked up eyes, chin dripping with his seed. He picked her up with her elbow, his mouth latching towards her breast as soon as her back hit the same spot again. she moaned in pleasure as her shorts were removed hastily by him. Yuta merely smirked at her lack of panties.

“You knew I was coming hmm!” he growled sensually in her ear. Her body almost crumbled on the floor at his voice. “Let’s do it then!” he exclaimed, slipping himself into her. Her one leg that was wrapped around his waist provided him a perfect angle to stroke while his hand perfectly trapped her against the door. his mindless thrusts made her breasts to bounce with the same pace. “Faster”  her  moans were muffled from the outside world due to the high bass music that was playing in the club , providing them the coverage from any 

“もっと”[ more!] Yuta asked her while giving a final hit to her insides, her body losing all the strength as she released her love juices. She slumped towards his chest as yuta let himself undone. As they rode their highs, yuta kissed her neck from behind, leaving her body in shivers for the next few minutes.

He drove back silently again. The relieve he felt was all dissipated now. Instead his mind was already wandering towards you. Your headstrong attitude was troubling him more than he anticipated! his plans were all down and out. He hated you , from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You acted like you were invincible but he knew it was just a mask to protect yourself.

He had noticed how you had rubbed your eyes to hide your disappointment for you didn’t want to appear weak. All he had to do now was to find a vulnerable part of you, to hit you where it’d hurt the most. It’d be last time he lost to you. from now on, you won’t be able to keep up with him.

Afterall, beginning is always easy, it is continuing that’s hard!

[sweetestlamb]

I’m Not Okay(But That’s Okay)

Summary: Mun-Yeong accepts Gang-Tae’s harsh rejection and learns about love and life from unexpected friends, meanwhile Gang-Tae starts to realize what he had and tossed away and fights to win back Mun-Yeong’s heart. 

Genre: Healing Romance and then smutty smut smut. 

Author’s Note: This story started out as a revenge fic because much like my Queen MY I like to get even but then I started thinking, it should be more than just getting back at GT. So this is a story of realizing your worth and learning who you really are, without other’s opinions. Both of our babies realize their worth and find their way back to each other. 11k, my longest one-shot ever. Hope you all enjoy! 

Salty tears fell uncontrollably as she held herself, shaking like a leaf in the bitter winter cold. She felt as if someone had scooped her heart out with a jagged spoon, scrapping everything until there was nothing left. She cried, each drop falling and joining the oceans crushing waves. Wondering if this was how the ocean was first formed, the tears of those who had endured unimaginable pain. Weeping for lovers who would never return. 

You were like a firecracker to me. A one time event. 

Sobbing, she fell to the ground remembering her own harsh words, visceral and acidic on her tongue. She didn’t want to be a bomb, not anymore. She had gotten a taste of what love could be like and it was ambrosia, cloying saccharine on her tongue. With one small press of his lips to hers he had awakened emotions in her that had not only laid dormant, but had been beaten and hardened into something grotesque. He hadn’t healed her, she knew now that she wasn’t broken just a little fractured, a cast had been wrapped around her heart until it was ready to fully beat and pump love, but he had definitely woken up her emotions. 

Now, standing on that beach, the wind whistling through the soft strands of her hair, she clutched at her chest, trying to keep her heart from crumbling into pieces, holding so tightly that her fingers burned and ached from the pain. 

When no more tears came, and all she had left was gut-wrenching sobs, she finally let go. 

Then she started walking, her legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead but she pushed on, each step taking her away from the disaster site. She wondered if she would ever be able to look at the ocean again without feeling like she was drowning in its vastness. What was it about drowning that made you feel so alive? 

The cursed castle looms over her and the idea of being here, alone elicits goosebumps all over her skin. The coldness that had smothered her after his remorseless rejection made her bones ache and she saw her body fall to the ground, as if she were an entity outside of herself. Her body too weighty to lift a second time, she viciously pushes back memories of his strong hands picking her up and keeping her balanced. The ocean pours from her eyes. 

This is how Sang-In finds her, an empty shell of the woman he knows. Openly weeping on the ground, dirt sticking to her hands and her face ash-fallen, heartache visible in her countenance. Gone was her fire and brimstone and in its stead was ash and soot. She hears the footsteps approaching and hates herself for the seed of hope that starts to bud in her mind.  

“Mun-Yeong.... are you okay?” He whispers to her in voice akin to one you would use with a startled animal. Worried, that even the the press of your lips forming around harsh constants will send them bolting.  Arms outstretched as if he too, was waiting for the explosion. The wail she let out sounds inhuman even to her own ears, she can’t fathom that she could make such a sound. Cautiously he approaches her, over his shoulders the wide doe-like eyes of  Seung-Jae are shining bright, unshed tears glistening like fresh dew. Her rosebud lips curl up in despair as their eyes meet and she falls into Sang-In’s waiting arms. 

He exhales a short breath, surprise evident in the tightening of the muscles in his body. 

She sees the castle moving closer through blurry eyes, her tears so hot and pathetic on her face.  She never meant to give anyone this much power over her and he took it easily, until he was done and once again she was tossed away. She wants so desperately to hate him. 

She can only muster up the will to hate herself. 

“I’ll get you some water.” The chair he places her in, scraps across the wooden floors, the sound obscenely loud in the eerie silence of the castle. 

In. Out. In. Out. 

Aching arms ascend up, crisscrossing on her shoulders, tap, tap, tap. The cotton balls begin to clear from her head, the fuzziness declines until she opens her eyes once more and meets those of the little art director. 

“Why are you here? Aren’t you scared of me?” 

She looks long and hard, eyes darting all over Mun-Yeong’s face. Until her heads moves softly side to side. 

“It’s hard to be scared of someone, who looks so afraid them self.” Her lips snap shut and Mun-Yeong feels the usual desire flow through her, scare her, break her, hurt her. The feeling of warmth on her hands yanks her back from the darkness, that swarms inside her. She looks down at the hand that encompasses her own hand on the table. Wanting to pull away and show her that all these hands know are destruction, they are only capable of pain and death. 

But. 

She’s so warm. 

Sang-In’s eyes broaden in sheer astonishment when he returns to the warm scene but he knows better than to comment. Knows that her hands will become razor-sharp, ready to attack if provoked. 

“Here’s your water.” He places the glass to her lips and gently tilts the glass, pouring back all the fluids she expelled from her body. Her eyes begin to droop in exhaustion, he looks at Seung-Jae and her small nod is the only answer he needs. 

Together, they carry Mun-Yeong’s complacent body up the stairs and tenderly place her in the large bed, its sheer size dwarfing her small frame. Sang-In gazes into her empty eyes and lifts his hand, suspended in time before he thinks better of it and simply pats the bed and silently walks out without a second glance. 

Her thick blanket is drawn up to her chin and the warmth almost brings the ocean back to her eyes. 

“Just sleep. “ Seung-Jae murmurs, no words of encouragement or of better tomorrows, just a simple command and again that warm hand encircles her own and she drifts off into a deep slumber.  She dreams of nothing. 

The sounds of morning wake her from her sleep, she lays in bed, still, comatose until she hears movement in the kitchen and she rushes from her bed. Running, Sprinting. Not bothering to get her slippers, rushing down the stairs, gripping the railing to prevent herself from falling, she can’t miss them swiftly turning the corner and-

Her heart fissures. 

No Sang-Tae. No Gang-Tae. 

Yellow and green bags, cover the table instead of hot soup, rolled omelets, fluffy rice, quail eggs, and steamed tofu. Disappointment cripples her heart and she wonders if it will always hurt this much? Will she have to cauterize every memory she has with them? Burn them close so the scars can remind of what everything she lost and stop her from ever doing it again. 

“Oh you’re awake, here we bought breakfast.” Sang-In presses a sandwich into her hands, sitting down to drink his own coffee and on auto-pilot she crosses the cold kitchen, all of its warmth sucked from the room with the removal of the brothers. 

She turns to look at him with a curious eye. Recalling all those years ago, as she thrashed on her hotel bed, apparitions of her mother haunting her dreams, the rigor mortis in her dead hands not enough to stop her from squeezing the air from her lungs. His fist hand banged on the door, before kicking the door open and shaking her from her night terrors. His face had been ghastly as he looked upon her own wet face, words caught in his throat and she had lashed out when he tried to embrace her. 

Vicious scratches like a wild cat, until he finally gave up and sat down on the ground beside her bed. Minutes passed before he started to hum a nameless tune, she had fallen asleep with his baritone hums soothing her back to sleep. After that, there was a minute shift in their relationship, her cruel words didn’t seem to land the same way as they had done before. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the very first time. 

He was looking at her like that once more. 

Then his eyes shifted and he picked up his own sandwich. 

They ate in silence and she vaguely wondered where the doe had gone with her big Bambi eyes and warm hands. But she didn’t inquiry out loud, people were prone to leaving. She would stop letting that shock her. 

Next day, Bambi as she had taken to calling her showed up. Containers of warm food tied in a bag. She forced herself not to think about where they had come from and instead, chewed the delicious food slowly savoring each burst of flavor on her tongue. 

This went on for days. Some days it was just her and Sang-In and other days Bambi- Seung-Jae was there, and sometimes all three of them ate together. She got used to their constant bickering about everything. On days, when one was there without the other, she noticed that they would turn with complaints on their tongues and ready to engage in a verbal skirmish before remembering that the other wasn’t there. She realized that friendship wasn’t always nice. You were allowed to bicker and rage and then deflate and carry on. 

She watched them do it and heard Sang-In’s words echo in her mind when she asked him about it, his face was as shocked as when she had asked him who he liked more, her or the two-faced bitch. He replied with a finger on his newly naked chin, “ Friendship is complicated because people are too. Anything good is always worth a fight.” 

Gang-Tae had looked like all the fight had fled his body that day at the beach. No.  All his fight for her. He was willing to fight for his brother but he had made it clear that she wasn’t worthy of fighting, of complications, she could be picked up for a good time and then abandoned when the show was over. She was temporary. 

She stayed in bed for days after that heart-breaking revelation. 

Only leaving to eat with Sang-In and Seung-Jae. 

Sunlight trickled through her curtains, as she got dressed. All black armor wrapped around her body. The sleeves of her floor length black dress, puffed up daring anything to get close to this dangerous creature. The bodice of the dress was almost too tight across her chest, molding the shattered pieces of her heart into some semblance of normalcy. She completed her ensemble with a large black netted hat that draped into her face, partially covering her eye and her towering black heels. 

Death, itself would shudder at the sight of her. 

Sang-in and Seung-Jae both perked up in admonishment at seeing her in something other than a dressing down. 

“Mun-Yeong, you dazzling beauty!” He sang standing, hands clapping together in joy, he walked around to meet her and saw that the frost that had lined her eyes these past few days had melted a little. 

“Where is my sandwich?” She demanded, humming in acquiescence when Seung-Jae bounded over to hand it to her, eyes lighting up as she informed her that she looked better. 

She felt better. 

It was time to stop mourning she thought ironically enough, whilst looking like the human manifestation of a funeral itself. 

“I have to go to a conference today, so I won’t be here for lunch.” Sang-In stated, pointed looking at his assistant and before she could read between his lines- you need to be here to have lunch with Mun-Yeong. She looked up and said, “I won’t be here today. I called the hospital. I’m going to teach my class today.” 

She didn’t miss the silent conversation that transpired between the two but her mind was made up. She needed to keep moving, staying still wasn’t an option anymore. 

“Okay, I’ll drive you.” Sang-In said leaving no room for argument, she wasn’t used to seeing this side of him. Did he care about her? 

The smile that he was brandishing made her think the answer, might be yes. 

The drive was pleasant, she watched the trees and foliage as the car zoomed past them. Cherry blossom petals falling as if begging someone to catch them. 

Her heart raced as they pulled up in the parking lot, all the times she had done that before flashed in her head, arguing with Sang-Tae about the radio and who should sit next to Gang-Tae all washed over her. She let it. Taking a moment to feel it. Before opening the car door and closing the door on it. 

“I’ll pick you up later.” Sang-In called, pulling out as Seung-Jae waved goodbye, soft smile spread across her innocent face. She ached to wave back but only nodded her head in affirmation, before gripping her bag in her hand. This was it. 

I can’t believe she’s here. Did anyone tell Gang-Tae? What if they run into each other? Do you think they’re still dating? 

She heard all the whispers from the nurses who seemed to have endless time for gossip but none for much less, she had the bruises to proof it, all except Ju-Ri who avoided her like she had the plague and that at least made sense to her, it was just like when they were kids. At least she was consistent. 

Her class had ended a few minutes ago and to her surprise she had missed the idiot patient with the too-bright eyes and endless optimism. Everyone else had nodded in agreement as she told them that “The Little Mermaid” was a tale of making yourself smaller to receive love, that love wasn’t gentle or unconditional but rather controlling and retraining. Trade in your values, beliefs and even voice so you could feel love’s tight grip and even then it wasn’t enough. 

A-reum- she recalled her name-  would have stood up and revolted against her and her bleak outlook on love, would have argued that love was a compromise and sometimes you had to make sacrifices for it but they were worth it. It was easy for her to say that when she had someone who thought she was worth fighting for, Mun-Yeong thought. 

She walked the hallway aimlessly, until her feet brought her to the cafeteria. The same one she had watched him eat in, so many people around him, unlike her people gravitated towards him. Like he had his own orbital pull, but was completely unaware of it or its power. 

Finding an empty table in the back, she walked there not knowing why she felt the need to be here. She slid on the smooth solid plastic of the chair, placing the lunch Sang-In had forced into her hand this morning as she had left the car. 

Soon, she could be a representative for Subways, the way they were consuming it daily. 

The sandwich was cool to the touch, but she didn’t mind. She had high internal heat. She ate alone, taking bite after bite of the sandwich, eyes down at the table before she heard the chair across from her being pulled out. She didn’t look up at first, swallowing her bite and taking a deep breath before she willed her eyes to rise. 

She saw something she had never seen before. 

A warm motherly smiled greeted her. 

“I didn’t know you were back already, you look cheerful.”  Soon-Duk teased, taking in her outfit with an amused grin on her face. 

“This is my happiest black.” She responded, almost jumping at the burst of laughter that her joke garnered and she shyly smiled back, taking another bite of her sandwich. 

“What kind of lunch is that? I will get you some real food.” She moved faster, than Mun-Yeong thought a woman her age should but within seconds, she was back with her delicious home-made food and despite her sandwich she felt her mouth watering. 

Lunch was a compilations of here try this, eat up, no put this with this, you like that? She ate until she thought her stomach would explode. 

“How are you?” Chopsticks stopped midair on their journey to her mouth. How was she. Everyone was asking her that. She had never had so many people worry about her well-being before, it was unsettling. She wasn’t worth any of it. The sooner everyone followed his lead the better. Didn’t they know that everything she touched turned to ruins? She was a harbinger of death, a bomb that would kill everything in its wake. 

She never got a chance to answer that innocuous question. 

Ju-Ri and Gang-Tae were frozen, across the room. Eyes wide in trepidation as she ate with their mother-figure. She wondered if they were scared for her? Terrified, that even being this close to her would result in anguish? 

“Thank you for the food.” She surprised even herself with the words, before standing and walking away, a warm hand on her wrist stopped her escape, “You’re welcome. You can come to me anytime.” She fought back the tears that threatened to spill at the compassionate offer. She nodded. Then continued her escape, never one to stray away from confrontation. She met their eyes, one filled with contempt and the other....too many emotions to read. It wasn’t shocking to see them together, if Mun-Yeong was a firecracker, then Ju-Ri was a wet rag. Dependable. Damp. Lackluster.   Jealousy burned like acid in her stomach as she quickly left the room. 

She never saw those dark soulful eyes, watch her very move, drinking her up like he was dehydrated and she was the only source of relief. 

So lost in her, that he didn’t notice two pair of eyes watching his rapture. 

Life continued, like it always did she thought bitterly. The Earth didn’t stop spinning for any of us. It had been days since her not encounter in the cafeteria, Sang-In had picked her up as he promised and there had been another not encounter, Sang-In’s eyes had hardened while opening the door for her and she turned around to meet those dark haunting eyes. 

He stood silent, as his brother rambled on about... someone named Terry? The circuit when their eyes met had been electric, fizzing through the air. He broke the contact first, eyes gazing over with...something as he looked down at the guiding hand her manager had placed on her back as he ushered her into the car. His other arm looming over her head as he opened the car door for her. The proximity between their bodies minuscule.  That sharp jaw had tightened before he seemed to snap out of it and grab Sang-Tae’s arm, changing their course. 

Giving them a wide berth of space. 

Are you jealous?

Her own words echoed in her mind, as she remembered his aloofness as the fan had sat besides her. Showering her with praise and glowering at her every move, enraptured in her as she was simultaneously enraptured in the pen. The table had jilted from the force with which he slammed the coffee down with, his body turned away from them in overly zealous nonchalance. Until she had started writing her number down, he couldn't stop his contemptuous glances then. She had seen the anger in his eyes has she had pressed this stranger’s hand onto her waist.  She has reveled in his jealousy, mindlessly taking that as proof of his feelings for her. 

His reprimands afterwards had not doused the flames at all, his jealousy was palpable then. The addition of words to his actions, painting an even clearer picture. You’re mine. 

What a load of bullshit. 

Was she is his Mang-Tae? Something you hide away in a drawer only to possessively clutch at it when someone else tried to touch it? 

Anger blistered under her skin, recalling with disdain how happy that moment had once made her. She was a fool to confuse possession with love. 

Not so long ago she had seen them as two sides of the same coin. But she was learning that she was wrong. Everything she had been taught about love was wrong, soured by her mother’s volatile love and her father’s discernible hatred. 

His jealousy brought her no satisfaction now. It might nothing if he wouldn’t fight. She was ready to go to war for them and he could barely pass a punch. It wasn’t equal, and love should be. 

Pale pinks and reds enveloped her body, her pink chiffon dress was soft against her skin, a sheer red covering outset the ensemble resembling Aphrodite herself, her hair was curled in soft waves that framed her face perfectly. The gold-heart necklace that Sang-In had gifted her this morning sat on the prominent clavicle of her chest. On her feet she donned bloody red heels, matching the red of her lipstick that she swiped across her lips. 

Perfect. 

“You look beautiful Ms. Ko Mun-Yeong!” The wide Bambi eyes glimmered in happiness, as Seung-Jae hopped up and clapped her hands, curling wand still in her hands. 

They had been up since morning, the usually frightful art director had dragged her from her a bed with a quick birthday song- do you have a death wish?- before begging her to allow her to help her get ready today. 

It was the first time, she had ever had someone besides her mother touch her hair. She had counted until the panic had subsided. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...... 

Before looking up and seeing that her hair was all glossy, bouncy curls that she had never been able to achieve on her own.  She had reached up to touch the wondrous curls before a soft hand smacked her own away. 

She looked up in shock and met the terrified eyes of Bambi before she cracked a smile and watched the girl do the same, breathless laughter followed close behind. 

“Don’t touch. Your hair is so silky it was really hard to make it curl, don’t ruin all my hard work.” 

Sang-In pressed in soon after and her skin tingled from all the praises, she looked in the mirror and agreed with all of them. She looked pretty. 

“She’s in a good mood.” She hears one of the patients whisper as she passes by, she can’t deny it. She is. Today she had allowed them to create their own fairy tales, instead of her usual lectures. Their first creative writing session and they were all engaged, stories about princesses and ogres and witches and she smiled as she listened in as a patient defended her decision to make the witch the protagonist and hero. There are good witches! 

Their time soon comes to a close and she hears them all whine in displeasure, “Can we finish them next week and read them out loud?” The old man begs, with pleading eyes, flustered by their evident interest in her class, all she can muster up is a nod. 

Without much thought, she finds herself going to the cafeteria knowing that she will get a few moments with Soon-Duk before they are interrupted. 

She had always relapsed this morning, fingers aching to send him a message. To let him know that today was important. Before remembering that today wasn’t important to him, he had his fun and she needed to leave him alone. 

His rejection still stung and she wouldn’t let it burn her today. 

“Well don’t you look gorgeous.” She perked at the sound of her voice and couldn’t help but smile in response. Warm hands encompass her own and Soon-Duk, walks her to their table, still hand in hand. Mun-Yeong wonders how they look, if they look like mother and daught--

They lapse into a comfortable conversation, she regales her with stories of her class today and how ridiculous some of the stories had been. Soon-Duk’s gentile smile makes her realize that she sounds like a proud teacher speaking of her students and their mishaps. A weird feeling flutters in her stomach. 

“There she is, the birthday girl!” A new voice interrupts their conversation, looking up she sees the kooky director himself, a stupid grin on his weathered face. 

Shock blazes across her face, looking at Soon-Duk who winks in response before leaving without a word. 

“....... my son is a businessman, you would like him! He has always been a big fan of your work. I think it would be wonderful if you two were to met!” She tunes back in, catching the final part of whatever the madman was talking about. 

For whatever reason, she had learned that Soon-Duk liked the director, they teased each other mercilessly, bickering like an old married couple and every once in a while he would join them and bore her with his stories of courtship. How had had fought off a band of thugs to save Soon-Duk’s live with only his watch, as the woman in question rolled her eyes stuffing more food into his ridiculous mouth to shut him up. 

This was the primary reason she found herself agreeing to meet his son later today, This will be his first time visiting me at work, he’s a very busy businessman! 

She liked Soon-Duk a lot, she wondered what had made Ju-Ri such a two-faced bitch when she had that for a mom? 

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mun-Yeong, happy birthday to you!” That woman must have been a magician in her past life because she suddenly reappeared with a small cake, perfectly round with heaps of sweet frosting and glazed fruits, strawberries and mangoes, her favorite. 

Her cheeks were red from all the attention, the old man is singing terribly and loud, bringing everyone’s eyes to the tables, looks of curiosity and others called out “Happy birthday!” as well and she wasn’t prepared for any of this so she sits quietly, letting emotions she had never had the opportunity to feel wash over her- gratitude, joy, acceptance. 

She felt her throat constrict from the emotions, her body overstimulated. 

A perfectly cut slice was placed in front of her with a fork, “Eat up.”  And she did. Treasuring every bite, like it was her last. 

She felt their eyes before she even looked up and it was her time to leave. Happiness washed over her and without thinking, she pushed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around Soon-Duk. The warm body stiffened and she felt the rejection turn her blood ice cold, before those warm arms melted the frost away. Pulling her tighter into the spontaneous embrace. She hugged and let herself be hugged. 

Remembering where she was and who was watching, she pulled way but not before those those hands were on her cheek, brushing away rogue tears she never knew had dropped.  

Clearing her throat, she picked up what was left of her cake and started walking to the exit. She supposed she could give some to her idiot manager and his hapless assistant. 

A hand shot out and grabbed her elbow, and when she looked up and saw who the hand was attached to- her reaction was immediate, she ripped herself out of his hold and felt fury bubbling under her skin. “Don’t touch me.” 

She watched her words, stab him like daggers and his hand squeezed again as if still feeling the phantom touch of her arm. 

He wasn’t doing good job at hiding his hurt at her words and actions and she momentarily imagined the satisfaction she would feel if she just smashed the cake into his face.  Smeared it all over him and fled without a word. The cake was delicious though and she could feel Soon-Duk’s watchful eyes still on her. 

That wasn’t who she wanted to be anymore. 

She mustered up her courage and walked away, she had imagined what she would do if he ever approached her again, plead for him to stay, ask him to hold her, fall into his arms. Now that he was here, she still felt the desire to just forgive him but.. nothing had really changed. He was still the same coward and she was tired of being strong on her own. 

“Happy birthday.” His soft statement, made her pause for a moment,. Her heart telling her turn around and run into his arms, feel his love for however long he allowed. 

But she knew that she deserved more than he was willing to give. She wanted to be a faithful wife, not a dirty mistress. 

So, she kept walking, until she was outside and sat on the bench, the one where they first met, when she had grabbed hold of him as her destiny, it was now time to let him go and let herself in. 

The day was supposed to be enough, he wasn’t lying when he told her that he had been waiting for that day all this life. Experiencing it with her had made the day even more bittersweet, they had so much fun. Her smiling face had been the prettiest sight and then he had kissed her. 

A quick press of hunger lips, arms folded behind his back to stop them from dragging her into his arms and never letting go. it had been pure torture, resisting her the night before, she had looked at him with those ravenous eyes and sweet mouth and he wanted to let himself be eaten alive. 

But this was going to be his only day and he didn’t want their first kiss to be a drunken mess of tongues and spit, he wanted the kiss that had been taken from him all those years ago, when he had handed her his heart and she had trampled all over it, leaving him bleeding at her magnificent gate. 

That kiss had awakened emotions in his soul that he didn’t know he was capable of feeling, and that should have been the wake up call he needed. But he ignorantly thought that he could have his cake and eat it too, and then Sang-Tae had taken his heart out and slashed it into small pieces. The water that had hit him was nothing compared to the guilt that crushed him, a tsunami wave that shoved him to the ground. 

It was all his fault, he knew that now. He had wanted too much and dreamed a dream that was never his, he had let his brother down and betrayed his mother. You must always protect your brother, that is why I gave birth to you. 

He failed. 

But Sang-Tae had forgiven him, hugged him for the first time in years of his own volition.  And then everything was fine. 

Her crying face had haunted him in his dreams and he woke up in cold sweats, her screams still ringing in his ear, I’m a bomb! I don’t disappear after, I explode and kill everyone! Then dream Mun-Yeong had exploded, her limps sprawled all over and he woke up with silent screams. 

He ignored the dreams and the pain in his chest. This was all for the best, Jae-Su had agreed and reminded him daily. He didn’t need anymore excitement in his life, his brother was enough. 

He didn’t need to celebrate her birthday with her, they weren’t a couple. He wasn’t hurt watching her leave a room every time he entered.  He wasn’t jealous of Ju-Ri’s mother for getting to hold her, a beautiful sight in her airy pink dress, her new hair in curls that he had never seen before. He hadn’t yearned to pluck her from the mother’s arm and hold her in his own, he was fine and everything was fine. 

He didn’t mean to touch her but she had been so close and looked so exquisite, he heard Ju-Ri’s exhale of surprise when his hand reached out to graze her skin and he savored its softness before she had ripped herself away, her words cutting deep, dagger sharp. 

His words had stalled her, but she kept walking not looking back and he wondered what was that breaking noise he heard so loudly in his head? 

“Let’s go sit with my mom.” Ju-Ri stated exasperation profound in her tone, he wanted to tell her to go away and chase after Mun-Yeong. 

He followed her to the table, sitting down before her mother started to share out their respective meals, seeming to have endless supplies of food at all times.  He was always given the most, he noted with shameful pride. 

“Well I got her to agree, to meet my son. I think they’ll really hit it off!” The director exclaimed, pure glee in his eyes as he almost danced in his seat. 

“Leave the girl alone, she has enough on her plate. If your son is anything like you, she’s better off running for the hills!” 

“I told you, he takes after his mother. He is a gentleman if I say so myself, when I mentioned it was her birthday he was adamant about picking up a gift for her!” He said with a voice laced with pride that only a parent could have. 

Gang-Tae felt every muscle in his body harden at his words and the realization at what and who they were talking about. 

He devoured all the food before him to stop himself from, lashing out at the director like he had with Sang-In. She’s mine. She’s mine.

It wasn’t his place to think that, much less act on it. He had said cruel things to her, thrown back all the affection she had given him because she was right he was a coward. He didn’t deserve her. He knew that. But knowing that didn’t stop him from wanting to punch the director in his face as he spouted out more information about his perfect son. 

Who was perfect for Mun-Yeong. 

He couldn’t sit here and listen to this any longer, even his patience wasn’t infinite. He launched himself out of his seat, ignoring Ju-Ri’s cries and her mother’s grasping hand. Tossing the rest of his food out, he pounded out of the cafeteria. Never seeing the twinkle of victory in the director’s eyes. Or Soon-Duk’s slap to his arm, chastising him for his obvious ploy. 

He distracted himself by actually doing his job, something the other nurses seemed to be immune to. Nearly punching Cha-Young in his smug face, when he had boldly asked if he and Mun-Yeong were over and if he wouldn’t mind if he asked her out. His only response was a growl and the slam of his locker door, the lazy nurse had taken his hint and quickly ran off to gossip some more. “Sheesh it was just a question, she’s crazy but she is hot.” 

He eagerly awaited the end of the day, counting the minutes until he could go home and recharge. 

There was no preparation for the scene that greeted him at the hospital’s entrance. Mun-Yeong stood with an overwhelming bouquet of flowers, held tenderly in her small hands. Vibrant pinks, reds and whites that matched her outfit perfectly. She was smiling that soft smile, that usually came before her wrinkle eye smile. He had only ever seen that smile directed at him and felt his heart constrict in jealousy, that someone else was on the receiving end. 

It felt like a sucker punch to the gut, when his eyes leveled with the someone else. That fucking guy from the coffee shop.  He felt satisfaction at being correct about this guy, he was a stalker, how did he even know where she worked? Had they spoken after that first meeting? No. She had told him that she had not been interested in him at all, as she waxed poetry about the beauty of the stolen pen. 

Mun-Yeong was many things but she wasn’t a liar. 

All the female nurses cooed at the flowers and congratulated her as she struggled to wrap her arms about the expanse of the flowers. Coffee shop guy reached out to help her and the desire to beat him to a pulp was almost staggering. 

Then the director swaggered out and placed a hand on the stalker’s shoulders and with another sucker punch to his gut uttered, “My son, you never do anything in moderation huh? This is quite the bouquet for a first time meeting.” Despite the reprimand in his words, he looked jubilant at the sight of his son, his son. How was this possible? 

“Sorry dad, but actually we met before. She was kind enough to take a picture with me. When you told me she was here, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to surprise her on her birthday.” His answering smile made Gang-Tae sick to this stomach.  

He didn’t have enough resolve to watch this. His hand on her shoulder with undeserved familiarity. Her sweet smile in return, as she let herself be guided away by the father-son duo. 

He stomped out of the hospital, ignoring everyone’s calls of goodbye. 

His foul mood lasted all evening resulting in his brother hiding away in his tent, after he had snapped at him for spilling some milk on the floor. He couldn’t stop thinking about her with him. What were they doing? Where they still together? Was she smiling at him? It was driving him crazy, imagining her looking at someone else the way she used to look at him. 

The cool rooftop air did nothing to cool off his anger. 

“You really have some nerve, don’t you?” 

He turned at the voice, meeting the cool eyes of Soon-Duk, calmly walking over to the table and pushing him over to make room for her to sit. 

He didn’t respond to her biting words. 

“She told me what you said to her. If you don’t want her, then let her be happy. You owe her at least that much.” She continued on and his eyes filled up with tears, knowing she was right he had to let her go, she did deserve happiness and he couldn’t give it to her. 

His job was taking care of his brother and nothing else. It didn’t matter if the thought of her with someone else made him want to throw himself off this roof. it didn’t matter if she was his first thought in the morning and his last thought at nights. It didn’t matter if he dreamed of hugging her and kissing her and loving her.  None of it mattered. 

Then why was he crying?

He cried long and hard, finally letting himself feel. Tears scorching as they cascaded down his face and he felt warm arms circle around him. Holding him as he shook, patting his head soothingly, before harshly smacking him. “Stop torturing yourself already, what do you really want?” 

He was scared to answer. The answer was clear but to state it out loud was to acknowledge it and make it real. Was he ready for that? Once he said it he would need to do something, that thought made him hesitate. 

But the thought of her loving someone else, spurred him on. 

“Mun-Yeong.” 

The hospital was abuzz with gossip when he entered the next morning, he tried his best to tune them out, but could’t escape the talk of their date. They had left together, and both entered his car, the female nurses gushing at his chivalry, he had rushed forward opening every door for her. Carefully placing the flowers in the backseat before, driving off to enjoy a quiet dinner. 

He wouldn’t lose her again. Destiny had brought them back together and he had stupidly fought tooth and nail to work against it, he was done with that. 

He was ready to fight for her. 

But first he had to speak to his brother, after work he sprinted home, nervous and anxious but determined, he didn’t have to choose. They could all be happy again, living in the castle together. At least he hoped they could. 

Convincing Sang-Tae that he wasn’t losing him had not been easy. He cried and screamed and retreated to his tent, he waited him out, repeating “I’ll always be your little brother.” Until his brother’s frantic cries finally stopped and the sound of the zipper opening flooded the room. 

“Why can’t it just be us two? We’re brothers all we need is each other, we’re brothers.” He repeated with sad eyes, looking like the world was crashing down on him and Gang-Tae almost lost his resolve. Mun-Yeong’s face flashed in his mind and it came back with a vengeance. 

“Because she makes me happy too. You both make me happy and I don’t want to choose. I want to be happy with both of you.” He answered honestly, smile lighting up his face thinking about the times they had all had dinner together. Smiling and laughing as they talked about their day, Sang-Tae sharing his stories about the pizza shop as they both looked on with fondness. 

“Happy. Gang-Tae is happy.” He felt his brother’s finger trace his smile with juvenile innocence, and he smiled even harder because he was happy and when he got her back, he would be even happier. 

They fell asleep shortly after, he cuddled his brother until his breathing was steady, drifting off to thoughts of her dark tempting eyes and candied smiles. 

He peeked out the closet door, waiting for that familiar head of lustrous short hair and impeccable fashion. She was looking radiant today in midnight blue, he reached out with trembling hands and yanked her into the small room with him. Her indignant, “What the hell are you doing?” was cut short by the slam of the door. She pulled her hand from his grasp, looking up at him in the dark before her vision settled. Her lips formed a perfect o. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He accused boldly, recalling all the moments he had attempted to speak to her this week only to see her spin around and walk run in the other direction. Once, he had actually chased her only to collide with the director who needed help picking out a tie for his meeting with a donor, he had looked back in annoyance as he was pulled further and further away from her. Then another time, he had arrived to lunch early, bullying Cha-Young into switching breaks with him.  

As soon as she saw him approaching, she had bolted with all her food in her hand looking like a squirrel hibernating. 

He ignored the amused eyes of Soon-Duk, who appeared to be enjoying his suffering immensely for someone who had told him to stop torturing himself. 

So, now here they were. In this closet. She reached for the doorknob and he extended an arm over her shoulder, forcing the door shut. 

“What are you doing? Do you have a death wish? Let me out!” She pushed at his chest in petulance, he didn’t budge even an inch. 

He placed his other arm over her shoulder and bracketed her in, leaning in close and watching her face. She looked beautiful, face flushed with anger, he really hoped she didn’t have any sharp objects on her. 

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.” 

“Fine, then I’ll talk and you can listen.” 

She tried to bolt again, trying to pry his hands off the door, even at one moment seeming to think about kicking him but he caught her leg with his own and pressed her into the door. 

“Stop. I just want to talk.” He pleaded with her. 

“I don’t care what you have to say. Leave me alone.” 

“Mun-yeong please....” 

Her eyes softened momentarily before the frost grazed back over them. 

“What do we need to talk about? if you’re looking for fun I can’t help you, firecrackers only go off once. “ She spat back at him, going for the jugular. The desire to check his throat for blood was immediate. 

He knew those words would be thrown back at him. He deserved them, when he had said them he knew they would hurt her to her core. But he said it anyway, because he was a fucking coward. He had lied to so many people around himself, including himself, he had felt trapped in the vortex of his own deceptions. So he lashed out and pushed her away, angry at himself. As soon as he had uttered the words out loud, he knew that he had damaged whatever trust they had build with tentative hands. He had taken a sledge hammer to the foundation of their relationship. 

“I’m sorry I said that, I’m so sorry. I never should have said those things to you. You were right, I am a fucking coward- her eyes widened at his curse- and I pushed you away because you scared me. What I was feeling for you scared me. I want you so badly, that it terrifies me. But I’m ready to fight now, Mun-Yeong I’m ready to be strong for us. “ He poured himself out at her feet, giving her all the ammunition to hurt him and trusting that she wouldn’t.  

But like he said he had been the one to break their trust. 

Her cold laughter made him take a step back, “Oh you’re ready to fight now? Should I be thankful? Should I drop everything and follow you like a lost puppy? Oh wait, I already did that. You told me to get lost. So about you take your own advice Gang-Tae, stop stirring up my miserable life and get lost.” 

She pushed him out back, harder than before, finally managing to escape, the door slamming behind her. 

Damn. 

That could have gone better. But he wasn’t giving up. Not now, he had hurt her and winning her back wasn’t going to be easy. 

Their game of cat and mouse continued, with her running every time he was in her vicinity and he watched with anguish as he started to pick her up after her classes. 

The first time, she had been on her phone talking to Sang-In berating him for his tardiness, “Get here now or I’ll kill you.” When he had showed up, and he despised the way she smiled at him, hanging up without a goodbye and walking into his open arms. His hands had soothed down the material of her baby blue sundress and Gang-Tae wanted to break each of his fingers. 

“Sang-In told me he was running late and asked me to pick you up.” He offered as a way of explanation, handing her an iced coffee, which she happily took placing the straw between her plush mouth, sucking hard. 

He tightened his fist, watching that punk, watch her with hunger in his eyes. 

“Okay, I won’t kill him tonight then. I’m starving, what are you going to feed me?” She asked him as they left, arms linked, that was supposed to be him. He had taken those moments for granted, her arm linked through his, her adorable face as she consumed pounds of grilled meat and still demanded more.  Now he had to watch another man, take his place and make her happy. 

He didn’t know how much longer he could do this. 

Every time he saw them together it was like salt in his wound. 

He knew this was all his fault, he had brought this on himself. But did it have to hurt this much? Did his heart have to throb this way? 

After the closet incident, it became impossible to find her around the hospital. It was like she knew exactly where to hide so he couldn’t find her. 

It was time to fight harder then. 

The gated loomed ominously before him as he pushed them open with determined hands. He knew that she was home today, he had Sang-Tae text her to make sure, as they were talking again, best friends once more as he was now the outcast. Unlike when he tried texting her, she had immediately responded to Sang-Tae, I am home, you can come over if you want. We can have fun. 

It had been difficult, stopping Sang-Tae from getting dressed and taking up her offer, “That is what best friends do. They hang out and have fun. I have to go!” 

He had distracted him with Teary, explaining that Teary needed his attention right now, it was still early days since the dinosaur had joined their family. 

With a deep breath, he climbed the marble decaying stairs and put the key in the lock, twisting it open. He had never gotten a chance to return it to her and he was thankful for that now. The door creaked open and he glared at it with betrayal, this would only work if he caught her by surprise. 

He heard her sultry voice, coming from the kitchen, “I don’t need a babysitter you can go out with the two-faced bitch. if I get bored I’ll call Sang-Tae or Daniel.” He ignored the pain that shot through his heart at not being one of her options. “ He is working late, but he promised to call me after and drop off food. Okay, have a good time. if she gets drunk and hits you, make sure to hit her back!” 

She meandered out, still unaware of his presence, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, long silk nightgown sheathing her lithe body, the silk draped into each and every crevice of her body and left his mouth dry. Parched. 

“We need to talk.” She jumped at the sound of his voice, grabbing a.....lamp defensively and readying it for her attack. Until she realized it was him, she only lowered the lamp marginally. He was going to take that as a small victory. 

“How did you get in here?  Are you stalking me now? What is wrong with you? Get out!” She fired off her questions and command, all in one breath, her voice higher and frantic. 

“No, we need to talk. I need you to listen to me.” 

“I heard you the last time, you’re ready now. I HEARD YOU. I just don’t care.” 

He sidestepped the lamp as it flew from her hands, and hugged her close to him, feeling the tremors run through her body. She was wild in his embrace, scratching and fighting to break free, he pinned her tighter.  Holding on for the ride. 

“I want you, and I think you still want me too.” 

“No, I don’t. You were just something to pass the time. I’ve moved on now.”

He marched on, “Does he make you feel like I do? Look me in the eyes.” 

He grabbed her chin in his hands, gentle but firm, forcing her eyes to meet his and he watched them surge with anger, so much anger but he also saw lust and he was going to cling to that. 

“It doesn’t matter. “ She twisted out of his hold, sprinting to the stairs, he followed right behind her, grabbing her wrist and jerking her around to face him. 

“It does matter. Answer me, does he make you feel like I do?!” He roared now, his anger so close to the surface, he refused to spend another minute without her, refused to watch her run into someone else’s arms. They went hand in hand, bomb and safety pin. 

She refused to meet his eye, vengeful tears filling her eyes, “No, he doesn’t.” And victory sped through him, his smile was instant, before it fell, “And I don’t want him to. I don’t ever want to give someone that kind of control over me. I like what he makes me feel, it’s easy and fun. it doesn’t hurt like this does. “ 

He should leave her alone. Walk out the door and through the gate. Walk all the way back home. Eat dinner with Jae-Su, Ju-Ri, her mother and Sang-Tae. Should go to sleep and accept his loss. Accept that he ruined the best thing that ever happened to him. Should be happy that she has something fun and easy. 

Well, he doesn’t do any of that. Doesn’t listen to his head, that’s telling him to accept his defeat gracefully. 

He eats her mouth, there is no other way to describe the ravenous way that he devours her, prying her mouth open with his tongue, swirling around, their tongues meet in a heated duel.  Presses her hard, into the wall, hands lost in her hair as she tugs at his shirt, exposing his hot stomach to the cool air. At first, she fights him, biting him hard enough to draw blood, she is vicious. Then her kisses soften and her nails rake over the crevice of his abs, leaving welts in their wake, he moans at the painpleasure. He trails down her elegant neck, sucking the hot skin into his mouth, doing his damnest to leave a mark. 

She pushes him back and he smirks, unashamed. She looks absolutely wrecked, panting on the wall, her nipples hard through the silk of her nightgown. He can’t wait to roll them through his teeth and watch her body writhe in ecstasy. 

Time stands still, as they stand panting, eyes glazed over in pleasure, waiting to see who will make the next move. 

She does. 

She throws herself into his waiting arms and he hooks his hands under her ass, drawing her close as she sticks her wet, slithering tongue into his mouth. She kisses like how she does everything else, explosively. Biting at his lip, forcing him to open his mouth wider to accommodate her demanding tongue.  

He walks backwards, praying that he won’t drop her, she might actually kill him then. Until his knees hit the couch and he collapses onto it, taking her with him. He moans as she straddles his lap, the heat from between her thighs is searing hot and he grinds up into her, dragging her down to meet his thrust. 

Finally, their kisses breaks, both taking a gulp of much needed air, a string of spit connects their mouth, before she licks her lips, splitting it. 

“Only I can make you feel this way.” He proclaims with confidence, everything they have been through has brought them to this moment. They aren’t perfect and there’s still so much they need to learn, but they can do it together. 

She sits in his lap, eyes shining, taking in his declaration before she suddenly grips the bottom of her nightgown and slips it over her head and then he has a lap full of half-naked Mun-Yeong.  Her rose-petal pink panties glow on her pale skin, the moonlight trickling in, makes her look ethereal and he almost pinches himself to make sure this is real. 

He comes alive. 

Running his hands from her neck, between the valley of her breast, down to her wet center, bringing his finger to this mouth for a taste, he moans as he licks her essence away hungry for more. 

She watches in fascination, before grabbing his shirt and dragging it over his head. Her eyes rake across his broad chest, tampering down into a tight narrow waist, he already knows that she likes his body. She had looked like she wanted to lick him all over last time.  Unlike that time, he doesn’t push her away as she presses her body against his. Pleasure shooting through him as her nipples catch on his. 

They spend minutes just grinding on each other, his hard dick presses up into her moist opening, and she bounces on his lap, breathless moans leaving her swollen mouth every time they meet. 

“Please, please I need more.” She begs prettily, the p popping off her lips and he wants to make her beg even more, wants to make her a filthy mess on the couch. 

He hoists her to the side, chuckling at her huff of indignation, his baby has never been patient but right now he can’t blame her. He wishes he was inside her, like yesterday. As quickly as he can he rips his pants off and pauses at his boxers, his swollen length standing at attention, the head visible through the slit. 

He is unprepared for her mouth to slide down his entire length, her hand gripping the base that is still in the boxers. She swallows around him and he fights to keep his hips still, her wet mouth is obliterating all of his thoughts until all he can think is fuck, fuck, fuck ,fuck. 

That sinful mouth, suctions around his heavy dick, licking at his sensitive head causing him to buck up, deeper into the cavern of her mouth. She toys with him, bringing him to the edge only to, slide off completely and start all over. 

Her eyes stay on his the entire time, and it is pure unadulterated gratification, watching his length move in her mouth, in and out, in and out, it is hypnotic and he is lost in the pleasure. With a smirk she releases his cock, with a loud slurp, tongue coming out to lick him from her lips, lest she miss anything. 

With strong hands, he seizes her and tosses her over the arm of the chair. Putting her dripping, wet pussy on full display, he pries her thighs open and laps up all the goodness. He has never done this before, but is eager to please and porn was a great teacher. The girls in those videos had never been able to get him this hard, their moans fake and repetitive. But now with Mun-Yeong naked and squirming in front of him, he understands why men have gone to war for this. 

He would happily wage war for the chance to taste her. 

With broad strokes of his tongue, he licks at her folds, biting at her enlarged clit, chest puffing out in pride at her answering squeaks of pleasure, he presses his tongue inside the hot tunnel and she thrusts back in reckless abandon. 

Riding his face, now. Bouncing on his tongue and demanding more more more so he slips in a finger and the noise she lets us could rise the devil, himself. It is music to his ears. He thrusts his finger in while exploring her with his tongue, both scraping out every drop of pleasure from her body. 

With weak hands, she reaches back and forces his head away from his meal. He sneaks in one more lick, before allowing her to push him away. 

Their pants reverberate off the walls, he looks over and she is still hanging over the arm of the couch, looking every inch the temptress she is. He grips himself in his hands, pumping up and down, squeezing at the base to draw this out, he still has to make her beg after all. 

She watches him over her shoulder with rapt eyes, reaching back to touch her own wet pussy, pressing in two fingers and curling them roughly inside herself. 

She draws those sinfully wet fingers out with a soft squelch and beckons him closer, with the seductive curl of her fingers. He flies across the couch, easily covering the small space that separates them. 

He drags her back into his lap, with her back facing him, grinding into her hot core, groaning when his cock head dips in but moving away before she can fully sheathe him. He takes her soft breast into his arms, rubbing the nipples between his fingers and kissing her neck, as she wraps her arms over her head and around his neck.  Giving him full control and access to her body. 

He sucks hickey after hickey into her skin, in places others will see and hidden places just for his eyes. She is a whining mess in his lap, lifting up to catch his cock, but he snaps his hip away every time, only allowing it to slide through the wet folds. He rubs his dick against her clit and she starts to wail, nails scratching at his shoulders and that’s going to hurt tomorrow. 

He looks forward to it. 

She twists her head around, finding his lips again, distracting them from the hickey they were sucking into her neck. They wrestle for control, pushing and pulling, tongues meeting into a wet battle and he blames that diversion for his surprise as she lifts up and sinks slowly onto him, engulfing his fattened cock in an indescribable heat. 

The connection is like a life wire. 

Their hips smack together, colliding over and over, he can’t help but look down and watch his cock disappearing into her, captivated by humanity’s oldest dance.  She rides him hard, feet planted on the side of his thick thighs, begging him to go harder, faster, more as he squeezes her jiggling breasts and pushes even deeper into her depth. 

Fucking fuck fuck. 

Gradually, she starts to slow down, the movement of her hips faltering, he feels the fatigue in his own body but desire pumps like adrenaline through his veins and he wraps his hands around her slim waist, pushing her into the couch, her chest flat with the couch and her ass high in the air. His cock never slips from her body. 

He fucks into her hard, delighted at how deep he can move in this position, she thrusts back meeting him, and he does it again, watching her ass shake with the impact. His broad hands gripping the globes of her ass, spreading them, to get a clearer view of his dick inside her.  

His movements quicken as he feels the end drawing closer, he doesn’t want it to end, wants to be with her like this forever. But his balls hang heavily, waiting to expel all their fluids into her willing hole, that clutches and pulls him back with every thrust.  Reaching around and pressing his fingers to her mouth, he pants, “Suck.” She sloppily takes his fingers, when they feel wet enough he pulls them out from her mouth, praising her, “You’re so good baby, so good to me.” 

She grows wetter at his praise and presses back even harder, and he winds his fingers down to her engorged clit and rubs against it until she breaks apart underneath him, he wraps her up in his arms and rides her through her orgasm, feels her juices gushing out and the clenching of her walls, shoves him over the precarious edge he’s been on. His thick cum coats her walls, shooting out as he falls in a heap over her back, just catching the arm of the couch before he could bash his head into it. 

Euphoria washes over him in waves, until his vision rights itself and he sees Mun-Yeong still beneath him, fearing that he’s crushing her, he uses the last of his strength to lift his body off hers, flopping onto the other side of the couch. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Her heads snaps over to his in shock, he looks back at her, his eyes wide and hopeful. Some might say that they do things backwards, but he just likes to think they move to the beat of their own drum. 

She rolls her eyes before nodding yes.  “if you ever make me cry again, I’ll kill you. “ 

He pumps a victorious fist into the air, take that coffee shop guy. 

They spend the rest of the night, cuddling in her bed as he caresses her head and promises to make her happy for as long as she will allow him to. He whispers apologies onto her skin, until they fall into peaceful slumber. 

He isn’t trying to stake his claim or anything domineering like that, but when he sees Mun-Yeong sequestered in a dark corner with Daniel the next day, he wanders over and catches the tail end of their conversation. 

“I’ve had a lot of fun with you, but there’s someone else I was trying to forget. I hope you understand.” 

“I do, spending time with you has been amazing. if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.” 

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Fuck you very much. 

Mun-Yeong starts to walk away, making her way the exit, leaving Daniel despondent in the hallway when he calls out to her, speeding up to catch her by her waist, she stops and rises an eyebrow, challenging him to act and he accepts it happily. 

He drags her into a kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth while stroking the hairs at the nape of her neck. Her immediate moan, making arousal sear through his blood. Imagining how else he could get her moaning.  

“Oh my god, they’re kissing!”  Sun Byeol’s high-pitched voice reaches his ear and he kisses her harder for good measure.  

Pulling away, he sees Mun-Yeong roll her eyes again but he also sees satisfaction in those eyes, she’s just as possessive as he is. She secretly loves that she brings out his primal side, so different from the blushing shy Gang-Tae. 

He looks over at coffee shop guy with a smirk, before walking out the hospital with his girl on his arm. 

He was never letting her go. Destiny had brought them together, but they had made the decision to stay that way. 

[kweebtrash]

Pay Attention, Dumbass

Pairing: Demon!Jaehyun x OC

Genre: Smut/ Comedy?? Maybe?

Features: demonic fingering

Summary: two idiot roommates accidentally summon two ancient demons. Forced into a contract, they only had two choices; die or make a deal with the devil. The most logical answer was to make them their boyfriends of course (this is lowkey a bad slice of life hentai, i swear). The demons know nothing about the human world and have to deal with “lessons” from their human girlfriends.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist  Johnny Version Here

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"You haven't moved in hours. Don't you do anything else?"

I dug into the chip bag that laid on my desk and grabbed a handful to shove into my mouth. "Of course i do," I said through the mush of chips. "I went to the bathroom."

Jae sighed. "Not what i meant. Do you ever leave your room?"

I shrugged and downed some of my soda. "Yeah. I go to work sometimes."

"Where do you even work at?"

"A bar." I went back to clicking through attacks and swerving around opponents. "Guys, come on, come on, come on!" I said into the headphone and mic set i had on. "Someone head towards the point! At least start trying to take it over!"

"A bar?" He asked, confused. "What is that?"

"Its uh..." I drifted off as i propelled myself forward and released my ultimate attack, sending my mecha exploding in different directions. I quickly reloaded myself into the machine and continued my rampage of gunshots. "Like uh... drinks. Liquor."

"Libations?"

I snorted at the stupid word. "Yeah, whatever. That."

"And that's the only time you leave?" He continued asking.

"What the fuck is this? Twenty questions?" I grabbed another handful of chips. "On the left! Move out the way!" I grumbled at my friends who were playing online with me.

"I'm just curious since you don't have the capability to rid yourself of the sin of sloth."

I glared over at him as he was reclined back on my bed, arms behind his head, and torso on full display as he refused to wear a shirt (not that i was complaining). "I do things! I just like playing video games more! Sometimes i go to school too!"

"And what proof do you have of this because i never see it."

"My never ending debt and crippling anxiety." One of my online friends asked who i was talking too and i sucked my teeth. "My boyfriend is being annoying." Queue the kissy noises and jokes of the very mature men i gamed with.

"Oh? Im annoying?" Jae grumbled. "Whats really annoying is seeing you rot away while im forced to stay by your side. Hours and hours of boredom and still im trapped in the confines of this ridiculous home with nothing to do."

I set my headset down as the round finished and turned my desk chair towards him. "Are you upset that im not paying attention to you?"

He sat up quickly and scoffed. "Please. What do i need the attention of a human for?"

"You certainly want it when you're horny." I giggled. "Heh...horny...you have horns also so it's...anyway. Are you being a baby because you want attention?"

"I am not an infant. You are infuriating. Of course i had to get stuck with you."

"Oohhh, thats how it is. Yep, definitely being a baby, now with a temper tantrum."

Jae's eyes glowered and his claws dug into my mattress. "There are so many things i want to do to you right now."

"Ooh daddy." I snorted and put my headset back on. "Sounds kinky."

"Which is it? Am i an infant or a father?! I dont understand!"

I sighed and stood up. "Do you want to try playing with me?" I gestured at the now vacant spot of my gaming chair.

Jae stared at me then the seat. "Play that ridiculous thing?"

"Yeah," i shrugged and looked down at my feet. "It's something i like to do and you're my boyfriend sooo...i guess...i mean..." I twiddled with my thumbs as my cheeks began to warm up. "It'd be cool if you tried to like some of the stuff i do."

"Is that what boyfriends do?"

"Y-yeah...sorta. Look do you want to or not?" I huffed in frustration.

He stood up and made his way over, glaring down at me with his humanized yet still terrifying eyes. "Fine. I will try it."

I couldn't help the dorky smile that beamed across my face. "Ok, cool. Sit down."

He placed himself in the seat and i sat on his lap then scooted the chair closer to the desk. I positioned his fingers on the designated keys for offense and defense as well as the computer mouse. "Here, why don't i just guide your fingers the first few rounds so you get the hang of it?"

"Whatever."

The smile started to fade as i covered his hands with mine that seemed to dwarf in comparison. "Put your stupid claws away. You cant game right with your pretty manicure."

He growled like an irritated dog and slid the claws back into his skin. With his back pressed to mine, he ended up resting his chin on my shoulder, watching as i joined a new round. His somewhat chubby cheek felt warm against mine and i willed myself not to kiss it. It wasn't like he was going to respond anyway. He was cold hearted in every sense of the word, even when he fucked it almost seemed like a chore. It still was amazing and i loved every second of it but the distant feelings was strong. Of course it wasn't a great idea to make a demon your damn boyfriend but there was rarely a time where i made a smart decision.

Deciding to suck it up and just concentrate i pressed Jae's fingers down as i helped launch attacks and maneuver us around the screen. "This is nothing but hectic destruction " he commented.

"Yep, pretty much."

"And you enjoy this?"

"Absolutely."

"I am pleased by this." I felt a slight nip at my neck as he purred into my ear. "Very pleased."

"Pleased that i like shooting people and destroying things?"

"Exactly. Its quite...sexy."

"Oh my god. You're a dork!" I snorted. "Its just a damn game, weirdo." I pressed his fingers down harder, not wanting to slow down and ruin my winning streak. "Keep up."

"Well when you're crushing my fingers its hard to do so."

"Just follow me. You dont even have to move them."

"I would like to move them but-"

"Shh, give me a sec. Bastards are on my fucking ass! God i hate when they just gang up on you for no FUCKING REASON!" I screamed at the monitor. "Such dicks. Fuckin' dicks."

"Your mouth is filthy."

"Yeah you said that when it was full of cum too."

"Hm...that was also enjoyable." Another nip to my neck, this time followed by small sucks and kisses. "Continue using your filthy mouth and destroying things. This at least is semi entertaining now."

"Glad you think so. Quit kissing my neck, its distracting."

"Distracting?! You enjoy that! You said it this morning. Specifically 'Jae'," He faked a slightly high pitched moan. "'Keep kissing my neck, oh god'."

I flushed with embarrassment and rammed my elbow into his chest. "I already have to deal with dicks online i dont need go deal with you too."

"I suppose you wouldn't want to deal with this then?"

I felt him press his hips against my ass. The grey sweatpants he had on left nothing to the imagination and i swallowed hard as my concentration wavered. "S-stop." I whimpered.

"I dont think i will." One hand left the mouse and pressed against my stomach to keep me in place. "Support that. I will control these buttons."

I pressed my lips together and simply nodded. How he had the grace to continue slight grinds against me i didn't know but i was responding to them eagerly. I arched my back and wiggled my ass every time he rolled forward, creating a sinful friction between us. My eyes drifted from the screen momentarily to see that his fingers were working perfectly over the keys as if he had played for years. "You're...actually winning."

"What? As if its hard?" He tsked. "Humans have simple minds and-WHY IS THIS MAN PUNCHING ME FROM THE SKY?"

I froze our sensual movements to cackle loudly. "That's just Doomfist. He's so OP and stupid."

"OP?"

"Overpowered, meaning there's no reason for him to even be here."

"Im going to destroy him completely until he can never return."

"They all respawn, Jae. That's how the game continues."

"Not if I can help it. I want that mongrel dead. Get that clicky thing ready. I'm aiming to destroy."

"You think I'm sexy when I want to kill things but I think you're cute, you know that?" I turned towards him to press a kiss to his cheek yet my lips connected with his when he moved.

"I am not cute....but you are...or whatever." I wondered if that tint on his cheeks was real or just my imagination.

I smiled to myself anyway, pleased with his compliment and his valiant effort to enjoy the same things I did. He was truly acting like a boyfriend-one that felt genuine even if he crawled up from hell. Just before, he was complaining about how never moved but we stayed like this for a couple more hours, even sharing snacks and competing with my online friends. There came a point in the night, though, when searching for a server with an open game slowed tremendously. Minutes ticked by and still nothing. Jae's drumming of his fingers against the wooden desk in impatience was starting to drive me crazy. "Doing that isn't going to make it go faster, you know."

"This is about as interesting as watching you play on that small screen."

"We've gone over this. Its a phone, a cell phone, a portable phone."

"Yes, yes. That stupid thing with all the colors. Its like this stupid thing." He pointed at the computer screen. "Only smaller."

"You seem to enjoy the big stupid thing judging by how many kill streaks you got."

His lips tweaked into a smirk. "That's because im an expert killer. None of them deserved to live."

"You did get my rank up and some loot boxes so i guess i should thank you."

"Yes, bask in my glory and show me how grateful you are." His hand that had remained around my waist for most of our play time started creeping its way to my thighs.

"Are you wanting me to show you how grateful i am or are you trying to show me how desperate you are?" I snickered.

"I am not desperate. Since the stupid game is not cooperating im just trying to inject some extra curricular activities."

"Such as?"

He set his head on my shoulder again and i felt his fangs dig in deeper into my neck, making me let out a drawn out whine. "J-jae!"

He chuckled from deep within his throat as i felt his tongue trail from the column of my neck up to my earlobe. "Such as...watching you squirm when i add the slightest of pressure," Two of his fingers slid between the junction of my thighs and pressed firmly against the center of my shorts. "Here."

The tips of his fingers began gliding against the fabric, the soft cotton adding the smallest amount of friction against my clit. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as my leg began to bounce. I wanted to wait for a new game, my win streak was too precious to me but Jae was something else. Trying not to make it too obvious i adjusted myself on his lap, spreading my legs a little wider. His fingers garnered more room but he didnt move them under the fabric. Instead he kept torturing me with slow movements, occasionally pushing into the most sensitive areas. "Who's enjoying the attention now?" He teased.

Suddenly a little ping from my computer signaled that a game had finally been found. My attention quickly shifted and i put my headset back on and got into position. Jae reeled back in confusion. "Are you really going to continue to play?"

"Well...yeah. I mean it took forever to get into this game. I dont wanna lose it."

"Hey, can you be healer?" I heard my friend say into my ear piece.

"Fuck you! Im not going to be healer! You be healer, you twat waffle!"

Jae let out a heavy and annoyed sigh. I almost felt bad until i was lagging behind everyone else. I had to-

I felt his finger finally move beneath my shorts and press into my hole gently. I had to admit that he had already gotten me worked up enough to provide him with some lubrication and he slid in easily. "C-cut it out." I stammered.

"Oh no, dont mind me. Your game is more important. Keep going."

"I just mean-ah-ahh!" I tried to snap my mouth shut before my moan slipped out for fear of my friends hearing but it was too late. Jae had moved the seat of my shorts aside and pumped his finger faster, occasionally curling it an inch or two from my entrance. I covered the mic part of the headset and glared back at him. "If you dont s-stop-"

I snapped my thighs shut as he added another finger, the 'come here' motions growing stronger. Immediately, he landed a harsh tap to my outer thigh, a small growl floating in the tense air around us. "I said keep going."

"Well i would if you just-HEY! MOTHERFUCKER! I LIKED THESE SHORTS!" I looked down at the center of my shorts that had now been torn open because of his reappearing claws. "What's wrong with you?!"

Without a word he grabbed onto my ankles and set my legs up on the desk, keeping them spread. The clawed hand snaked its way to my throat and with the slightest pressure i could feel them digging in. It wasn't enough to hurt but certainly enough to make my entire body shudder with electricity. "I-i cant reach the keyboard." I whispered.

He scooted the chair closer to the desk, making my legs almost rest on it fully. "Wheres that tappy thing you have?"

"Tappy thing?"

"Where you move the sticks."

"You mean a controller?"

"You can plug it in right?" He questioned as his thrusting resumed which made my mind mush in a second.

"U-uh yeah-um its uh...d-draw-drawer!"

He let my throat go and allowed me to reach into my desk drawer and grab my gaming controller. I plugged it into my computer's usb port as my friends argued about me not pulling my weight and being static. I lied about my game lagging and shifted the mic up so i sounded muffled and they wouldn't be able to hear how much if a slut Jae made me. "There. Now you can play. Keep up that win streak. Have to get the gold and boxes, right? Have to play with your friends and ignore me, right?" He nipped at my ear as his fingers slipped out of me to rub circles against my clit. "Have to beg me to let you cum, right?

"P-please dont make me do that!"

"See? You're begging already. What a good girl you are."

My entire body tensed at those two words and i let my controller go for a moment to grab his hand and press his fingers back into me. "Keep going. I want you to keep going."

"I could but i dont have to. Maybe i can use the tappy thingy instead. More people I can kill." He jerked his fingers away and pushed them against my lips. "Clean these off for me. Dont want to get it dirty, do i?"

"Jaaaeeeee," i whined and leaned in for a kiss but he turned his head away.

"Clean. Them."

Reluctantly, i swallowed his fingers down, lapping between and tasting myself. He tested my gag reflex by moving them to the back of my throat but pulling away when it became to much. It was nothing but entertainment for him, a game of cat and mouse that made me feel doomed. "You know you love being inside me." I panted as my mouth was now freed. "I can ride-"

"Oh, how unfortunate. You died. Now we have to wait to return. You're too distracted, Ivy. A shame, truly."

I didn't care anymore. In the few seconds i had between my respawning i stood up and turned towards him, pulling his sweatpants down to stay around his knees. He had no qualms about his erection. I had felt it, of course, but it was like he paid it no mind, like it wasn't an inconvenience and he enjoyed teasing me instead. Was it another way to give me a taste of my own medicine? What a bastard! "Come here." I tried to sound as sultry as possible but he just laughed and took the controller from me.

"Lets see if i can figure this out now." Jae looked at the buttons and pressed at a few before moving the joy sticks to test them out. "Strange but i believe I can-"

It was my turn to cut him off. I lifted his head and focused on his eyes, angered by the smirk still on his lips. "Fuck me."

"Nope."

That wasn't the answer i wanted.

He craned his head to the side to look at the monitor. "Can you move? Im trying to play here."

"Shut up! You didn't even care about playing before!" I pouted as my cheeks flushed both in annoyance and embarrassment. I sat back on his lap anyway, chest to chest, and guided him inside me. Not a sound from him or even a look. He was focused on fighting now which made me want to punch him but i figured if i fucked myself on him long enough i could break his resolve. I gripped onto the back of the chair and started working up and down his length, adding kisses to his neck in between whimpers. "Jae...come on..."

"Ooh, double kill."

"I swear to god! If you dont-"

"No god, just demons."

"Yeah, you're acting like a demon. A demon asshole who wont even pay attention to his girlfriend! I cant believe you're doing this!"

He finally looked at me, dead in the eyes and it made me nervous. "It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Ok, ok. So i had learned my lesson. It was a two way street and maayybeee i wasn't being the best partner but i never figured he wanted anything from me. He never expressed a lot if affection or wonderment at what i did throughout my day. How was i supposed to know? I guess with his lack of knowledge about human things he truly had nothing to do unless i was guiding him. Fuck, now i really felt bad. What a buzzkill. "Im sorry...i understand how you feel now. I didn't think you cared. I know were just together because of the contract. I thought you still hated humans and didn't want to exist beside them."

"I do hate humans but you're my human now. Unfortunately, i have to rely on you and its maddening to be stuck here. In hell i did hundreds of things. I had a job. I had meetings with other demons. I planned wars, participated in real battles, created weapons. I was someone. Here, im nothing but a prisoner."

"Nonono! Please dont feel like that...i dont want to make you feel like that. Please..." I felt my eyes watering and i quickly buried my face in the crook of his neck. He sighed and tossed the controller on the table and shut my laptop. He kicked off the rest of his pants and with ease picked me up and led me to the bed.

"Dont ever speak of this. Not to Johnny, not to Xan. No one, understand?"

I nodded quickly as my back hit the mattress and he stayed above me. "You will do what i say just as much as im forced to do as you say. Love me unconditionally. Break me free from this world and show me why i shouldn't kill everyone in it."

I swallowed hard and nodded again. "I promise. I promise you everything."

"Good. Secondly...i would like to do battle against you in those games."

I couldn't help the giggle i let out. I didn't expect him to say something like that after being so serious. "Oh? You think you can beat me?"

"Im a strategist and a warrior. Of course i can."

"Oh, ok. You play a few rounds of Overwatch and suddenly you're the master. Just dont say anything when i kick your ass, bitch."

He chuckled deeply and snapped his hips without warning. He had still remained inside me and the sudden movement made me cry out loud. "Bring it on then. We'll see who's the better warrior here. Now," his eyes shifted into pure darkness and his fangs glistened with temptation. "Lets see how fast you can give in."

[sm-entertain-me]

Money Talks (M)

Synopsis: You’re the most sought after dancer in the club, always getting suitors to beg you to come home with them in exchange for empty promises of marriage, riches, and everything your heart desires. You’ve heard every line in the book and we’re unimpressed with each attempt to say the least. Until one night when a new drug lord has eyes only for you and won’t take no for an answer. (Based on the hit Netflix series My Name starring Chang Ryul, Park Heesoon, Han Sohee, and Ahn Bohyun)

Contains: Do Gangjae x (f) reader, stripper!reader, patron!Gangjae, adult language, smut, pole dancing, lap dancing, mentions of drugs and smoking, thigh riding, dry humping, spanking, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, choking, marking, creampie. PURE FILTH.

The pulsating bass of the music in the club could be felt through your six inch heels as you danced flirtatiously around the gold plated pole, smirking and winking at your patrons as they never peeled their eyes away from your breasts that were basically spilling out of your stage garments. All of the men that surrounded the stage were throwing millions of won at your scantily clad body, screaming your name as you gyrated your hips against the pole, relishing in the euphoric feeling you got every single time you performed.

Stripping off your last piece of clothing until you were standing in nothing but nipple pasties in the shape of x’s and your tiny hot pants that crept up your ass to show off all the delicious curves of your asset, you climbed up the pole for your last move to finish out your routine. As you hooked your leg around the smoothed metal, you made sure you were secure before you let go completely, allowing your legs to hold you up as you extended your frame to show off every nook and cranny to your paying gentleman callers.

Cheers erupted for you as you slid down the pole to end your set, bowing graciously to each side of the stage to show your gratitude, as required by your contract with Club Excelsior. You were to treat the club’s members as gods, revering them for their social status and ability to drop millions of won without even batting an eye. It also didn’t help that most of them were drug dealers and most often had exclusive treatment sorted out depending on how much they’ve “invested” in the club.

This exclusive treatment most often included allowing certain members to go home with various girls of the club, given they have verbalized their consent and signed a time-sensitive “pleasure” agreement with the member. Every girl was allowed to say no at any time, or they were allowed to extort as much money as they could from their customers if they were ballsy enough to disagree with the drug dealer paying to take them home. Nearly all the girls were too afraid to adjust their prices when face-to-face with Seoul’s most prolific drug dealers... But not you. You knew exactly how much your time was worth, which is why you NEVER went home with any of them.

Focusing on getting all your money and cashing out to finish your shift, you made sure to smile at all the patrons that were hanging around even though you really hated playing into their fantasies, bending over and scooping up the millions of won that pretty much covered the whole stage. In the midst of you walking toward the front of the stage, you saw a very intriguing looking man with a cigarette hanging loosely in his teeth, watching you intently with eyes that exuded pure lust. 

Knowing that you could probably extract some more money from the man who had been making it rain on you all night, you walked over to him slowly, loving the sound of your heels clacking against the stage littered with won. The man watched as your figure appeared in front of him, you dropping down to your knees so you didn’t have to risk breaking your ankles when not needed. He licked his lips insatiably as he got a perfect view of your breasts that only had two flimsy pieces of tape on either side to preserve your modesty, throwing his head back to expose his neck tattoo, “Aish, you're even more delicious up close.”

A smirk painted across your face as you took this time to examine the man and his gorgeous body. He had tattoos littering his body from his neck all the way down to his arms, you noticing a peculiar symbol on his pectoral muscle that seemed to be X’ed out. It looked somewhat like the tattoos you would see on the Dongcheon members that would visit frequently, but you hadn’t seen this guy in their crew before. He seemed to be a lone wolf considering he had no other buddies with him, but he clearly had money to be able to throw all the cash he threw on you tonight. Maybe he could spare a little more?

Continuing to keep the smirk on your face, you began to lean in to your potential cash cow of the night, allowing your lips to grace the shell of his ear after you made sure to push his hair back. The man shuddered from the contact of your lips, the rest of his frame tensing as you turned to lick his soft lobe, giving a small nibble to the skin before whispering in the most sultry tone you could muster, “How bout I show you how delicious I can be with a lap dance, babyboy?”

The man’s frame seemed to relax at the thought, knowing there was a dumb smirk on his face from your offer. You were willing to offer up some kind of special attention for the right price, but you weren’t necessarily going to sleep with him. Just bleed him of his cash a little more. After the quickest moment of contemplation you had ever seen, the man then watched as you backed up to your previous position, standing in front of him as you scooped up the last bit of money before shooting him a quick wink, “Come to viewing room 7 and sit on the couch. Don’t keep me waiting.”

As promised you made your way over to the private viewing rooms that were often used for private lap dances or it could be used for other means if the ladies signed their agreements before entering the room. All of the bodyguards in the club knew you didn’t sleep with any of the patrons so nobody even thought about approaching you with pleasure agreements when you were near the viewing rooms. They all knew better.

Making sure you had enough time to spruce up, you decided to change your current stage outfit for something that was a little more practical. To be completely honest, these viewing rooms are notoriously cold to promote the appearance of nipples showing through so you just wanted to be warmer, opting for a black and red lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination when it came to your plump backside and well endowed chest. To complete the look, you decided to slip on some thigh high stockings with a matching garter belt, turning to apply the last bit of your reddest lipstick as you heard a succession of knocks from the opposite side of the door.

You glanced over at the clock, impressed that your gentleman caller was able to make his way over to you within five minutes. He probably didn’t want to keep you waiting long since he couldn’t fathom giving up the opportunity of a private dance with you. You had a feeling he would’ve been here sooner if he didn’t have to withdraw the extensive amount of cash required to buy one of your exquisite lap dances for the night. No matter, a deal’s a deal.

Smoothing over the last bit of red satin that hugged your toned midriff, you slowly opened the door to reveal the man from earlier, his eyes nearly popping out of his head once he saw your new attire for the evening. You chuckled slightly as you grabbed the man’s wrist, pulling him inside the room, but not before you made eye contact with your favorite bodyguard and gave him a nod to stand watch outside the door just in case this guy tried anything with you. You weren’t stupid when it came to guys like him.

When you closed the door behind you and made sure that you had total privacy with your new customer, you turned around to face the man who was sprawled out comfortably on the black velour couch, taking another drag of his cigarette before his eyes traveled all over your body. You then walked over to him, positioning yourself between his sprawled out legs and leaning down to have your eyes parallel with his as you spoke with a sultry tone, “You can look for free, but I’m not touching you until I get my dues sweetie.” 

“About that,” the man mused, flicking ash into the gold ash tray that lay next to him on the black end table. Your eyes seemed to darken as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned up abruptly, creating distance between you two at the possibility of him not having the funds to cover your astronomical fee. The man watched as you did this, shaking his head with an amused smile, “No, that’s not what I meant, dear. I have the money to cover the dance. But my point is, I have much more than that if you’re willing to do more than just blue ball me.”

You have a rule. You never sleep with any of your customers, no matter the price. Something tells you that this man knew this already, but he still wanted to try with the most popular dancer in the club. He wanted to be the one that got to take you home and bury himself deep inside of you after a long night of working. Even though you have a rule, you were willing to bend the rules slightly depending on how well the dance goes. No chemistry, no sex. 

Although you already made the decision to consider it, you wouldn’t let your customer know that as you simply reached your hand out for the money you were due, “Hand over what’s rightfully mine and I will do whatever you pay me for. If you decide to give me more, I’ll make the final decision on whether or not you get to fuck me, got it?”

The second the man nodded while handing over the money, you took it over to the grand table in the center of the room, counting the various bands of won. A dance with you was worth a cool price of 75 million won, but after counting the massive amounts of money in the gold bag that the man handed you, you realized he had DOUBLED your fee to a shocking 150 million won. After you counted the won, you turned over to face the man, him leaning forward in his seat and winking to show he knew just how much he handed over to you. You had to admit it, you were genuinely considering letting this man fuck you for this much money.

Without speaking another word to the man, you began your strut over to him, making sure to trace your hands all over your body to show off your body line in the most desirable way. The man licked his lips as you were now standing in front of him, placing a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back forcefully to that he was now leaning back for you to climb in his lap. Satisfied with the way he was sitting, you slipped your way in between his legs again and ran your hands up and down the rough fabric of his jeans, purposely lingering closer to his steadily growing hardon. 

“Tell me baby,” You mused, running your hand up his chest and over his shoulders until you were now gripping his denim jacket, sliding the fabric down his shoulders to reveal his entire body to you. Before you continued, you unintentionally ran your hands all over his body, remaining a little longer on his pectoral and trapezius area. Gulping down the rock that formed in your throat from the feeling of his pectoral muscles under your hands, you finally continued, “What’s the name I might be screaming later tonight?”

The man’s eyebrows cocked as he leaned forward, not to kiss you, but to take off his jacket and throw it to the floor below you. He made sure to support you properly by taking his hands and gripping each of your ass cheeks in the palms of his hands, giving a squeeze before he would let one hand go to remove the denim behind him and throw it haphazardly around the room. After seeing you smile slightly from the squeeze, the man finally revealed his identity to you, “Gangjae. And you’d better scream it. I love screamers.”

For some reason, the way that Gangjae said those words to you made your core clench slightly, silently wishing there was something to clench around at the moment. But no matter, you had business to attend to as you allowed Gangjae’s hands to remain clutching your ass, you opting to roll your hips against him to hear him moan out breathily from the contact. His grip began to get tighter as you rolled harder against him, feeling him get much larger underneath you to cause your eyes to open suddenly from the new contact.

Gangjae saw this and decided to lean down until his face was buried between your breasts, his tongue coming out to lick the exposed skin and cause you to become the moaning one. It was as if Gangjae knew your body already and knew how to exploit you in his favor, wanting to make you crumble for him so that he could be the one to conquer the unconquerable. Playing off of your moans, Gangjae decided to remove one hand from your ass much to your dismay, but then it was back just as quick as it was gone as a sound a loud smack could be heard throughout the room. Gangjae wanted to make sure his handprint would stay on your ass at least for the remainder of the night.

Upon knowing that Gangjae had a thing for spanking, you smirked to yourself as you began to wriggle out of Gangjae’s grip, him looking up at you with a confused look. You didn’t say a word as you opted for grabbing Gangjae’s hands and placing them on your hips, quickly turning around so that your ass was now to his face. You could’ve sworn you heard Gangjae squeal as his hand moved to the middle of your back and bent you over, exposing your ass in the most attractive of ways. It wasn’t long before you felt Gangjae’s lips on the juiciest part of your ass, biting down on the flesh before giving a harsh slap to the skin. As you moaned out from the contact, you felt Gangjae grab your hips and slam you down on his denim clad thigh.

At first, you were facing away from Gangjae as you sat pert on his thigh, but he didn’t like not seeing your face so he decided to turn you around instead. Whenever he finally got you to face him, he made sure to look down and saw a small wet patch on his jeans from were your aching slit rested on the fabric. Gangjae commenting on the new stain, “Oh baby, you already made a mess on me? You must really want to ride my thigh. Go on then, I won’t stop you. But just know I might not be able to help myself with you rutting on me like a dog in heat.”

Nodding at Gangjae’s lust-filled warning accompanying his permission for you to ride his thigh, you placed your hands on either side of Gangjae’s shoulders to stabilize yourself as you straddled his thigh, beginning to roll your hips against the fabric. Just as you were getting started though, Gangjae had already intervened as he tsked at you slightly, taking his finger and hooking it inside the soaking fabric of your teddy, pulling it aside so that your bare clit caught on the denim instead of being hindered by the fabric of your teddy.

The second you felt the fabric against your swelling clit, you let out a moan that you didn’t know was hiding in your throat, gripping onto Gangjae’s shoulders a little harder. You threw your head back from the friction, unconsciously pressing down harder on his thigh. In response to you hunkering down on his thigh, Gangjae made a conscious effort to flex his thigh and then move your hips over  the raised muscle to get a more pleasurable experience. Gangjae then began to chuckle as he saw your eyes shoot open from the new pleasure, knowing that his chances of fucking you were increasing the longer you used him to pleasure yourself.

Labored breaths fell from your lips as you desperately rolled your hips against Gangjae’s muscular thigh, pressing your engorged clit against the dampened fabric as you tried to chase your high. Although you thought you looked embarrassingly desperate, Gangjae thought you were the sexiest vixen in the world, watching you with dilated pupils as you bit your lip from crying out his name. As much as Gangjae would love to see you lose yourself from just his thigh, he didn’t think it was fair for you to cum without being filled properly.

With your orgasm knocking on your door, Gangjae forcefully pulled you off of his thigh by your hips much to your protest. You were so close, so very close to cumming but Gangjae decided to quite literally rip that experience right out from underneath you. In the middle of your whining and trying to fight Gangjae to let you ride his thigh until you came, Gangjae simply put his finger to your lip to silence you and get your attention simultaneously, “You deserve to be cumming around my cock, not on my jeans.” He had a point.

Nodding at Gangjae’s logic, you decided it would be best for you to stand up and wait for further instructions from him since it was clear that he had taken charge from here on out. Not that you really minded though, it was nice to be able to give up control in the bedroom for once. As you waited for Gangjae, he decided to join you but then immediately instructed you to jump. Reluctantly, you did as you were told and were then briefly caught by Gangjae as he stepped forward to allow your hips to wrap tightly around his waist, turning to place you on the gold bed that was across from the couch.

In the brief time that you were in Gangjae’s arms, you allowed him to attach his lips to your neck and begin to paint your neck with varying shades of red. His hands cupped your ass nicely to not only support you, but to press your core against his now fully-hard length to show you just how much you managed to turn him on. Moaning out from the feeling of Gangjae’s teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck, your hands began to entangle in his hair until your back felt the satin sheets of the unfamiliar bed you had never used the whole time you worked here.

Gangjae laid on top of you, his broad frame caging you underneath him has he was the one to roll his hips into you this time. He knew that since he was at his full length that you would be getting as much friction as possible, smirking against your neck as you keened for him. As you were enjoying the friction from Gangjae’s jeans rolling against you, Gangjae sinfully declared into your ear, “I really need to be inside of you. Now.”

It didn’t take long for you to be stripped from your teddy, but Gangjae made it very clear that he wanted you to keep on the heels and the thigh highs as it was something that really got him going. Gangjae also made sure to be stripped of his necessary clothing as he began to tend to your aching clit. Satisfied with the way you were writhing underneath his touch, Gangjae continued his pace on your clit while slipping two fingers into your dripping hole. He wanted to make sure you were ready to take him completely because he wasn’t sure he would be in control of his actions while fucking you silly.

As the moans spilled out of your mouth shamefully, Gangjae took this opportunity to remove his fingers from your slit in exchange for his throbbing cock. Pushing himself deep inside of you, Gangjae fell forward from the feeling of how snugly you walls hugged his cock, groaning out into your ear from the pleasure. “Oh god,” Gangjae hissed, trying to get his bearings together to he wouldn’t cum from entering you. “You feel so fucking perfect”

Your nails dug deep into Gangjae’s back as he held himself up by pinning your hips into the sheets below you, grunting with each thrust he gave you. Something about Gangjae’s cock was so enthralling and addicting that you were already crying out his name within the first five minutes of him burying himself to the hilt inside of you. You didn’t know if it was because his cock was hitting all the right spots or if it was the addicting way he marked your neck with his love bites, but you were absolutely under Gangjae’s spell and didn’t care how loud you two were being. All you cared about was getting your guts rearranged at the moment.

As Gangjae was pounding into you at the speed of light, he took one of your legs and lifted into the air, licking the skin of the back of your knee all the way to the bottom of your calf. Fuck that was hot you thought to yourself, throwing your head back into the pillow and exposing your neck to Gangjae. Big mistake. In the middle of you relishing in the feeling of Gangjae’s cock practically kissing your cervix from the depth he was able to achieve, you felt Gangjae’s veiny hand wrap around your throat to cut off your airway in a pleasurable way. The feeling of being oxygen deprived allowed your senses to be heightened, bringing you closer and closer to orgasmic relief.

Gangjae began to apply more pressure to either side of your throat, careful not to cut off your main arteries as he had no intention of knocking you out. With more pressure added to your neck, you could feel your orgasm approaching, unconsciously opening your mouth and having your tongue fall out to result in the hottest face Gangjae had ever seen. This made him go into overdrive.

Gangjae reached down to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, making sure his other hand remained on your throat to control your breathing. Once he was sure that your heels were anchored into his lower back, Gangjae delivered new kinds of strokes that had you arching your back off of the mattress. These were a result of him drawing his cock out to his tip, but then slamming his hips back into you until his pubic bone slammed into yours, also applying the necessary friction to your clit without even needing to finger you. This total stranger was arranging your guts so well that you were starting to see stars.

“G-Gangjae,” You breathed out, hiccupping underneath the carnal stranger above you. He had been making you feel so good for the last fifteen minutes that you were surprised you had been able to hang on this long. But it was all going to come to an end pretty soon as you desperately tried to find purchase on Gangjae’s back that was now glistening in sweat from his performance of the night. “G-Gonna cum.”

“Cum baby,” Gangjae commanded huskily as he snapped his hips against you, holding you up slightly with his hands on either side of your hips to make sure his cock was getting the deepest he could in this position. Normally he’s more of a doggy person, but he really wanted to see your face when he choked you. “Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

Not really needing his permission to throw you over the edge, one hand was digging your nails deep into Gangjae’s honeyed skin as your other hand tangled in his dark locks, screaming his name to the ceiling as you clenched hard around his length. Stars came flooding in to your vision as you stared at the marble ceiling above you, partially obscured by Gangjae’s face as he was pounding into you at a backbreaking pace in order to cum with you. You saw his face begin to twist into shapes of pleasure as his grip on your hips had gotten the tightest it had gotten all night. The longer your pussy clenched and throbbed around him, the closer Gangjae got to shooting his load inside of you.

Only able to take about thirty more second of the euphoric feeling of your walls clenching deliciously around his cock, Gangjae’s hips stalled against yours as he spilled his warm seed all over your walls. “Ohhhhh fuuuck,” Gangjae moaned as he threw his head back from the feeling, thrusting his hips into you a couple more times in an attempt to fuck as much of his cum back inside of you to keep cleanup to a minimum. How thoughtful.

You were a completely fucked out mess underneath Gangjae: lips red from the constant biting and making out, neck littered with bite marks and hickies on both sides, face all red and sweaty from the calories that were just burned, and you couldn’t feel anything from the waist down for a solid thirty seconds after you had come back to reality. Gangjae looked completely fine except for the fact that he was red and sweaty, but he looked devilishly handsome with his hair sticking to his forehead and his lips red and swollen from your intoxicating kisses. Both of you had put on your best performances and neither of you had any complaints.

Once you two were able to clean up with the complimentary toiletries your club offers such as wipes, towels, pH balanced soaps, etc., you decided that this was the last performance of the night. Although you were in absolutely no shape to be standing up right now, you had to do what you had to do in order to get out of your uncomfortable teddy since it already served its purpose tonight. 

As you were removing your work clothes to put on your relaxing clothes consisting of a loose tank top and some sweats, you turned to glance over at Gangjae who was still sprawled out on the bed and looking up at the ceiling in disbelief that he had just fucked the best dancer in the club. Men would kill to be in his position, and he was able to do it on his first try. To be honest, you were pretty surprised yourself that you fucked Gangjae, but you know what they say.

Money Talks.

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Hello!! Do you (still?) accept fic prompts? Ive been such a fan of your work and I was wondering if you would be open to write about a PBIO story ive been thinking about!! I'm one of the people who wishes that Gang Tae showed a little but more remorse + concern over Mun Yeong, and Ive been looking for a fic that could flesh out a scenario where Mun Yeong was more physically hurt during her meeting with Do Hui Jae and how Gang Tae reacts to the whole scenario. Looking forward to your other PBIO fics lined up, especially the most recent one youre writing about a needy Gangtae 💜💜

hi!! first of all i really appreciate your support ☺💜 unfortunately my motivation for writing hasn't been the best lately, hence why i haven't posted in a week, tho i will keep your idea in mind if i'm ever in the angsty feels :) i can definitely imagine a worried KT he'd be so protective but then would blame himself 😢

lol honestly i have not added anything more to that smut fic yet but i hope i can get it done soon for u guys!

[strayficks]

EPHEMERAL 1 • JAEHYUN

2 . 3

Based on my dream, enjoy 💅🏻

Genre: smutty smut smut.

Pairings: bad boy!Jung Jaehyun × fem reader.

You walked towards him, the smell of the smoke getting stonger and stronger every step you take as you stopped beside his figure. Twiddling your cigar in your fingers, you asked him. Jung jaehyun is his name.

"Can i join?"

He looked at you, eyes dark like the night as you sat on table of the bench. Not waiting for a reply because you know damn well you would stay even he said no. You were curious. Curious about him.

He hummed, not paying any attention as he took a drag of his own cigarette. The smoke escaped his mouth as he breathed out, his ears and lips are red from the cold. You've heard a lot about him. The way your friends talk about him just adds to your curiosity even more.

You were supposed to be at home, it's like a routine that every night you sneak out just to avoid the chaos at home. It was nice being alone, but you were stupid if you didnt come up to Jung Jaehyun on your favorite spot.

"You're Jaehyun right?" You asked him, you knew his name already though. crossing your legs as your pleated skirt rides up to your thighs. You took out your lighter and light the end, taking a long drag while waiting for an answer. You need a distraction. You had a bad girl image and people think that you were bad to the bone. That's not entirely false though.

You still go to church and all, but there was that time when you fucked a guy named Mark. He was the sweetest boy you've ever laid eyes on. So pure and innocent. You jacked him off after church, you wouldnt be surprised if he took extra hours of bible study after you did it. And there was Jeno. He was a sweetheart. But he wanted a relationship and that made you freak out. At least you know that you give good head, right?

"Yeah. Who are you?" He answered, raising a brow at your direction as his gaze lowers to your bare legs. You chewed your bottom lip to contain a smirk. Damn, he was attractive. No wonder your friends had been talking about him nonstop. You heard about him being a bad boy, or him being in a gang and some made up rumor a bunch of girls made. But none of them told you that he was this handsome. Maybe they know better than have their target caught by you. Too late now.

"You dont know me? That's a shame." You cocked your head. Not having any plans to tell him your name. If he knows, he'll know your rep. It's not like you were ashamed, you couldnt care less about what people think of you. But you just need a release right now, hence, why you were wearing a skirt. Why you ask? Easy access.

"What do you want? And why the hell is a beautiful girl doing alone in here?" He turned to you. The moonlight illuminating his figure as he looked at you straight in the eyes. A smile etched on his lips as he took a drag of his cigarrette, flicking it to the ground and stomping it with his shoes.

"I have the same question, why are you here?" He sat next to you, the table creaking at his weight. You caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled so nice, like mint and cigar.

"All my friends are stoned. I'm not dealing with them right now." He chuckled, his deep voice filled the air as a smile ghosted his lips, his dimples prominent as he showed his charming pearly whites. Just like that he took your breath away, it's not the first time though, and feelings arent your forte anyway.

"You go to that College right? I heard a lot about you." You said simply. Letting him take the lead on the conversation as you blow out smoke, shaping your pierced tounge and forming your lips to make shapes.

"What kinds of things that you've been hearing?" He asked, even though his tone doesnt sound curious at all. You took a long final drag as you put out the bright red bud.

"Oh you know, They said that you like sleeping around, and that you have a big dick." Your voice got quieter as you reached the last few words, lacing it with as much seduction you can muster as the smoke reached his face. Of course you leaned closer, and he did too. Just like you wanted it. You had always like the control. The thrill and the excitement when youre being the person people think you are. Like a persona. You liked it, you know it's wrong, but you keep doing it. Solely for your own advantage. Pleasure mostly.

"How about we find out?"

In a swift, he had you between his arms. You uncrossed your legs as he peered into you, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked at you like he knows something you dont. He looked at you like he knows everything that's going on inside your head. To be honest, you were intimidated. It's unlike you, but you were too turned on to give a shit. Not when the guy is Jung Jaehyun.

He looked at you for a long moment before he cursed again and ran a hand through his hair. You wanted to do that, too.

But instead, you got out of his grasp, dropping to your knees in and reached for his belt buckle. You undid it before he could protest and then reached for his semi-erect cock through his boxers. He was big, thank his parents. Hell, thank his grandma. It had been months since you had gotten some big dick.

"Wanna see me swallow your cock, Jae? All of it?"

His cock behind his boxers swelled in your hand. The muscles by his lower abdomen tightened. His eyes zoned in on you as you leaned. in to his bulge and pressed an open mouthed kiss to it, feeling him pulse against your lips.

"Fuck yes, and i dont even know your name yet."

"They better live up to their words." You muttered to yourself as you reached for his waistband and began tugging it down, releasing his dick.

Sweet fuck, now that's what you could actually call a glorious dick. Standing erect and thickly throbbing in the air from a trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, it was a vision to behold actually, it was a vision to beswallow.

Looking up and locking your eyes with him, you watched as Jaehyun watched you wrap one hand around his cock before slowly bringing him to your mouth. You opened up wide for him and actually heard your jaw click as you opened it far enough to fit him.

And then you took him in.

The hiss from Jaehyun's lips was the sexiest thing on this planet. As your mouth wrapped around his pulsating cock and began sucking on it, his hand came flying to your hair and instantly knotted itself in it. Hot breaths and low curses spilled from his lips. You swallow as much of his finely veined cock as you possibly could - and then some.

"Fuck, you're so good." He grunted harshly when your other hand cupped his heavy sac and fondled it. His grip on your hair tightened and almost gave you a headache if your body hadn't been flooding with freak juices and adrenaline.

Was it possible to be this turned on by a stranger? Maybe it was just a dick-crush.

As in, this dick was quite possibly becoming your favorite dick you've ever deep-throated, and you hadn't even finished him off yet completely.

You Wonder what it would feel like inside of you...

Almost as if reading your mind, Jaehyun pulled you off his cock with a harsh curse before he gripped your arm and yanked you up against the table, turned you around and pushed you against the table. You braced yourself against the cold wood and then sucked in a gasp when you felt his hands come to your skirt, yanking it up. A shiver went through as he then grasped your thong and yanked it down, instantly seeking out your wet folds and pressing down on your clit.

Like electrocuted, You jolted and bit your lip to suppress a loud moan when he began rubbing it aggressively, bringing you headfirst towards an orgasm.

The very next second, you felt him slip a single digit inside you. God, you were so fucking ready. You shamelessly ground against his finger in and out of you. His lips found the ball of your shoulder and began kissing it, his tongue feeling scorching against your skin. You were dripping wet, so close to coming, you could taste it.

"Now, Jaehyun," you begged him breathlessly when you felt yourself begin to spasm, closing around his fingers. "Now."

As if you shared a telepathic connection, he understood what you were trying to say with your vocabulary that had been reduced to only one-syllabled words, it seemed.

His fingers slipped out of you, and as you expected (or more likely had hoped), he packed a condom in his pocket, and at the sound of the foil tearing, you swore you almost did too. A few short seconds passed, but then you felt him; his blunt tip now coated in latex pressing against your wet folds, gliding against you with one target, and one target only.

"Oh, fuck." When he entered you, you swore you heard angels sing somewhere and you could barely stand as he continued sliding into you, his thick and long length finding solace inside your warm pussy.

Once he finally settled, you had never felt so full in your entire life - you even felt pain as he stretched you. A harsh moan then crippled your throat as he reared back and thrust inside you again, his cock slamming into You. You arched against him and threw yourhead back, felt his hand slam on top of yours as he continued to thrust into you, his breath right by your ear.

"Fuck, baby.. fuck." His breath was labored like yours, but yours completely vanished when he struck a spot inside you that made your vision dot black.

"Fuck, Right there!" With a short scream, you clenched around him, feeling him fuck you hard through it. His balls slapped against you and the slippery sound his cock made every time your pussy swallowed him, it was euphoric.

You moaned and reached your hand over your shoulder, finding his head and tangling your fingers in the thickness of his hair. His lips latched onto my throat and left you a mark to remember him by, once our little adventure was over and your body had been sated.

You could feel yourself reaching another Orgasm, could feel him also swelling inside you, chasing his own release. One of his hands came around your waist and kept you firmly standing. Every nerve inside you got fried as his cock ravaged you and had you biting your tongue not to scream again.

People are going to hear you, but like you actually gave a fuck.

With a roar that surprised even you, Jaehyun exploded and came generously inside you. You felt the muted spurts of his cum through the condom and that pushed you over, had you shrieking and shaking as you came apart all over him. You both rode through but then exhaled hard, Jaehyun resting his forehead in the crook of your neck.

Finally, after what had to be minutes, Jaehyun pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and took a step back, allowed you to turn around and lean against the table. Your eyes met and you both couldn't help but draw on our lips.

Jaehyun chuckled and shook his head at you as he began removing his condom, tying it before throwing it into the garbage can near you. Sorry to whoever will find that. He then buckled up while you still stood and collected yourself, lightly trembling.

Damn. You felt like you had become paraplegic at least.

"So.. did you cum?" Jaehyun chuckled when your voice died.

You lied trough your teeth as you mustered up the courage to compose yourself. Smoothing down your skirt as you looked at him straight in his brown orbs, a coy smile on your lips.

"No."

[adezahnae]

While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 6)

A/N: IM LATE AS FUCK WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT HERE IT IS!! DON’T KILL ME😭😭

Warnings: Smut, flashback, angst, mentions of drugs, prostitution, heartbreaking, murder, etc....

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @janedukiesworld @staynctzen127 @keeach @nanascupid @winwiniee @stormxiii05 @winkoes

Your POV

I laid there, silently crying as I replayed the event in my head. I kept feeling the slap to my cheek each time he ran his hand over my hair. I flinched away from him when I felt a small tug on my hair. “I’m sorry...” He mumbled. I sniffed and nodded my head letting him know that it was okay.

He breathed out and pulled me closer to him. I felt stiff in his arms now. The fact that he put his hands on me in such a harsh way it ruined me. I could still smell the stench of the weed he was smoking. There was so many questions running. Too many, so I want some fucking answers. “Who is she?” I asked. “Y/n-“ “I want to know, who the fuck is Alexa!?” I yelled sitting up crying.

He sat up with me and pulled me towards him. “FUCKING TELL ME! IM SICK OF YOU AVOIDING THIS!!” I yelled. He sighed in defeat. “Okay..come here.” He said. I looked at him and turned in his direction. “Alexa is, your sister....” He said. I felt my breathing stop.“What?! N-No...That’s not true...you got her pregnant with a child?! I have no sister!” I denied. “Alexa was before Mia and you.” He said.

“...H-How did you meet her?” I asked. “Okay...it was five years ago..I was at a club with my workers.” He said.

Flashback...

Jaehyun’s POV

I got out of my car and walked up to the club with my men behind me and few of my workers. The bodyguard instantly let me through with my men and smiled. “Good evening, Mr. Jung sir..” He said. I nodded in his direction and continued to walked. I got in and I smiled, watching everyone dance on one another and drink.

I walked to the VIP section and sat there, watching everyone from a distance. One of my customers came up to me. “Jae! Man...I need another hit..” He said. “What?” I asked, lighting a cigarette. “I need some more!” He said. I cocked my eyebrows and leaned forward. “I gave you two packs three days ago.” I said. He shook his head nervously laughing. “N-No you didn’t!” He said. I blew out the smoke leaning back in my chair.

“Yes I did. Where’s my money for those two packs?” I asked. He sighed. “Look, I will get your money tomorrow! I promise!” He said. I jolted up from my seat and grabbed his shirt. All of my men pulled out their guns, pointing to him. “You said yesterday. Look you junky fuck, I don’t play about my goddamn money. I want my shit now. Now where is it?” I growled. He shook in my grip, not responding. I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed him in the face.

“ANSWER ME WHEN IM TALKING DAMN IT!” I yelled. “I don’t...have the money...” He admitted. I let his shirt go and let out a chuckle. I kicked his stomach and stomped his head. He yelled out in pain as I continued to beat him. “Now you know what that means right?” I asked.

He shook his head, coughing. “Mike, take him out back. I don’t need a mess on my outfit.” I said sitting down in my chair again. The guy gasped and shook his head. I took a puff of my cigarette and watched them carry his outside the club.

I turned back around and seen a beautiful girl. I watched her as she smiled and swayed her hips to the music. I seen her look over at me with a seductive eye. I smirked and motioned her to come to me. She did so, strutting over to me. She made it to the VIP and she sat down beside me.

“Hello there, pretty..” I said. She giggled and replied. “Hey there, sexy..” I smirked. “Why don’t you come and sit down with me, hm?” I asked. She did so and scooted towards me. I gave her a glass and poured champagne in it. “Thank you.” She said sipping from it. I took a glass for myself and leaned back, putting my hand over the the back of the chair where she sat.

“Are you alone?” I asked, referring to a man. “Yeah, friends forced me out. I’m happy that came though. I met an attractive guy like you.” She said. I chuckled and drunk from my glass. “How nice of you to say..” I replied. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“Jae. And yours is?” I asked. She smiled. “Alexa.” She said. I took her hand and gave her a kiss. “Nice to meet you miss Alexa.” I said. She blushed. “You look adorable like that, I wish I could see you do it all the time.” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek. I took the bottle of champagne. “You want another glass or do you wanna go?” I asked.

She kicked off her heels and leaned closer to me. “I think, I’m gonna want another glass. You’re too attractive to pass up.” She said holding her glass out. I poured her a glass and sat the bottle down. “I have to say, I like the way you demand power from others and how you get your respect. It’s sexy..” Alexa said.

I chuckled and took my glass, sipping the wine from it. “I have my ways, beautiful. You like bad men like me?” I joked. “I heard bad men give you a feeling you’ve never felt before..” Alexa said. “Hm,” I sat my glass down and brushed her hair behind her ear. “You wanna test that rumor, Princess?” I asked. She bit her lip as she looked at me.

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“Ohh fuck Jae...” Alexa moaned in my ear. I groaned and lifted her leg up, putting it over my shoulder. “Shit, you’re so wet..” I mumble. She moaned and wrapped her other leg around my waist. I smirked and lifted her from the bed, taking her to the wall of my bedroom and slammed her against it, ramming into her again.

Her hands went to my back and scratched down it, making me bit my lip. “Fuck, baby.” I whispered. She threw her head back against the wall, groaning. “Fuck yeahhh!! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned. I angled my hips to get a better angle.

She gasped and gripped on me hard. “Right there! Ahh shit! Yess!!” She exclaimed. Found her spot. As she clenched around me, I felt myself coming close as well. I placed my hands against the wall, ramming harder and harder into her. “Are you gonna cum, huh slut? You gonna squirt on this dick again?” I asked her with a smirk. She nodded her head.

I tsked. “I can’t fucking hear that. Say it..” I said. She groaned out. “DADDY IM CUMMING! AHHH MY GODDD!!!” She cried. I grunted as I came in the condom as well as she squirted. I brought her back to my bed and I pulled out quickly and rubbed my hand over her clit, making her squirt more. She cried out as she made a mess on my rug. I smirked and kissed her. “Good fucking girl..” I praised.

Her body calmed down and she weakly smiled. “That’s...oh my god..” She said. I smirked and lifted her up to her feet and helped her to my bathroom. I turned the shower on for her and let her get in. “Aren’t you gonna join me?” She asked. I got in the shower with her. “I guess I will..” I said.

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We were both in bed, sleeping. I felt her hand reach over me and go to my wallet, beside me. I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed her hand. I heard her gasp and I opened my eyes. “You’re a hooker?” I asked her straight forward. “No...” she mumbled. I turned to her. “Then why are you going in my wallet?” I asked.

“I need the money...” She said. I cocked my eyebrow. “For..?” She bit on her lip in nervousness and rushed out my bed. I grabbed her by the arm to stop her from leaving. “No. Tell me why do you need it and maybe I’ll give it to you.” I said. A tear rolled down her face. “My boss will kill me..” She said.

“Who is your boss?” I asked sitting her down and sitting beside her. “I can’t say..” She said. “Yes you can, tell me..” I said, placing my hand on her cheek to calm her. “His name is King. He claims to be the King of all gangs. He runs me as a prostitute to take money from gang leaders. He’s also I guess my pimp or whatever he calls himself when talking to me. He told me if I didn’t get his money in two hours, I’m gonna be dead.” She explained.

I chuckled and got up from my seat beside her. I went to my closet and pulled out my sweatpants and a hoodie of mine. I threw it to her. “Put that on.” I said going to the closet. I pulled out one of my suits and began to dress. “Where are we going?” She asked from the room. I came back, buttoning up my shirt. “We’re going to your boss.” I said. “You look...good..” She said. I smirked.

“Thank you very much.” I said pulling on my jacket, finishing the suit. “HAECHAN!” I called making her jump. “Calm down.” I said. He came in the door. “Yes sir?” He asked wiping his face, trying to remove the red lipstick on his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked him up and down. “Are you making out with a girl?” I asked. He nervously darted his eyes from me.

“Sorry sir..” He nervously laughed. I sighed and pinched my eyes, sighing. “Johnny!” I called. “Yes sir?” He asked. “Go and get the car ready. I have to make a trip.” I said. He nodded and walked away. “Come on.” I said to her. She followed behind me. “What are you going to do to him?” She asked. “Just gonna talk...” I said.

We made it in the car and I turned to Taeil. “Find King...who?” I asked Alexa. “King Chu.” She said. “Yes. Find his location.” I said. He typed in the name of the hacking computer. We waited for the process and it finally popped up. “He’s in a warehouse near the Seoul Hotel.” Taeil said. I patted his back. “Thank you. Keep him tracked for me.” I said. “Yes sir.” He replied.

“Jungwoo, go ahead and drive.” I said sitting back in my seat. “Yes sir.” He said starting the car.

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We made it to the location. “Slowly pull up.” I said. He did so and stopped the car. I breathed out. “Johnny, Taeyong, Mark, Yuta with me. You three keep a look out for any of his men who approaches the warehouse. Take them down when you see them.” I ordered and opened the door. “Yes sir.” They said. I made my way to Alexa’s side and helped her out the car.

I walked to the door and everyone kicked the door open. Johnny and Yuta rushed over to King and grabbed him, putting him on his knees in front of me. Mark and Taeyong pointed their guns at him. “Who the fuck are you?! Hey-“ I nodded for Johnny to hit him in his head with a gun to shut him up. “Don’t even try to call anyone. They will all be dead in seconds. I have ten men in cars each, surrounding your warehouse and three by the door. And trust me, all they need is snap of a finger to blow this shit up with you in it.” I said.

He glanced at Alexa. “Why do you have her? She’s useless..” he scoffed. I landed a punch to his face, making his mouth bleed. “Belittle her again I will fucking kill you.” I growled. He laughed. “You fell in love with her after a few hours and now you’re here, beating me up like you own the damn world? Huh! How pathetic. I don’t fucking know you.” He spat. “Well how about we greet each other then. What’s you’re name?” I asked, knowing the answer. “It’s King. And how about yours you wanna be fancy thug?” He scoffed. I smirked. “It’s Jae..” I said.

His head snapped in my direction. “Fuck...” He whispered. “Surprise, surprise...” I said. “Look....I’ll give you all you want! I-I didn’t mean to disrespect you in anyway!! I just...didn’t know it was actually you standing in front of me. I-I worship you!” He ranted in fear. “To hell with all of that bullshit. You try and claim that you are the boss of all gangs, huh?” I asked. “Sir, please...” He said. I gripped his hair.

“At this rate, you’re one of my bitches.” I growled. “Sir...I mean no disrespect to you...Do you want Alexa? I-I’ll give her to you! She’s free! Take her!” He said. I grabbed Yuta’s gun from his waist and slapped him with it. “Does it look like I’m here for me to take her!?” I yelled. He whimpered in pain. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, just let me go! I’ll give everything I own to you!” He cried. “I already own everything you have, including you! As I said, you are one of my bitches.” I spat.

“How about I run you like you run Alexa huh?” I asked. “Sir..what is your point in this?” He asked. I hit him again with the gun, making him cry out in pain more. “THE FUCKING POINT IS, WHY ARE TREATING HER LIKE A DAMN PROSTITUTE!?” I yelled. “It’s how I also get money! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again! I’ll never take your name again and I will treat her right! Just one more chance sir!!” He begged and cried. “No..One thing about me is that I don’t give second chances to fakes like you. I should fucking kill you.” I said.

He panicked. “Sir! Please! I-I’ll do anything!!” He said. “Fuck that. Tie him up.” I said, taking off my jacket. Yuta and Johnny lifted him to his feet and took the rope they had. They tied his hands up and dragged him to a pole, hanging the loose end there so he could hang. I walked over to him and took his gun and knife. I took the knife and stabbed it in his side. He screamed out in pain. “Sir please!! Stop this!” He cried. “Beg for it, bitch.” I growled.

“Sir..please! I admit my mistakes and I will never do it again!!” He cried. I took the knife and cut his face. “I don’t think that was convincing enough. I said, beg for it Bitch..” I growled grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at me. “I’m sorry sir...please! Please let me go! Sir, I’ll obey your orders only! No one else’s and not even my own! I won’t tell people how you look or anything, just pleaseeee let me go!!” He cried out. I slit his chest, legs, arms, and face again.

“I don’t think I’m pleased bitch. Do something to make me happy.” I said standing back. “I can’t...My lord, My Boss, My Master. I won��t do anything like this again!!” He said. “Master is a very intriguing name to call me...hm. Say it again.” I smirked. “Master! My Master!” He yelled. “Now who’s bitch are you?” I asked. “I’m my Master’s bitch!” He cried.

I smirked. “Good, now you have one more thing to do for me.” I said setting the knife down. “Yes?” He asked. “Take your beating like a good bitch. Boys, beat him.” I said walking away. They all rushed over and began to beat him with everything they had. I sat in his chair and watched. I looked over to Alexa watching in fear. “Come here.” I said calmly. She walked over to me hesitantly. I pulled her into a hug. “Its alright. Really.” I said. She looked in my eyes and nodded. I smiled and turned to the guys.

“Stop.” They all pulled away from his aching body. “Alexa, do you want to say anything to him?” I asked. “No...kill him..I hate him..” She mumbled against my shirt. “Okay..Mark. Taeyong. Shoot.” I said. King began to panic and cried and scream. “No! No please! I’m sorry!” He cried. Taeyong and Mark cocked their guns back and shoot him 27 times.

They left his body hanging, dripping of blood. I grabbed my jacket and put it on. “Let’s go.” I said. Everyone followed out after me and I took Alexa by the hand. “No one is gonna hurt you anymore. You’re all safe.” I said. “But..I have no where to go! My mom kicked me out the house!” She cried. “You will live with me. We’ll take care of you. That’s honesty.” I said. She fell to her knees and hugged my legs. “Thank you! I need this!” She cried. “Of course...” I said. There was something about this girl that I love...I don’t know what it is...

Your POV

“You mean to tell me...that you are a..a gang lord?” I asked hurt. He sighed. “Yes..but that’s all behind me now..” He said moving towards me. I avoided his touch. “No...I need some time..this is...” I said getting off the bed. “Y/n..don’t leave me. I really need you..you’re the one person who changed my life for the best. I can’t live without you. You just can’t leave me. There’s not a second in my life that I don’t hope and wish that my past will come up to you and my daughter. I hate my old life. My dreams, every night...is that I get murdered or you get killed by some random thug off the street who hated me, and my daughter gets shot in her head. please...Y/n I’m at my breaking point right now..I can’t do this alone. I think I might go crazy if you leave me. D-Don’t leave me..”

He began to cry and I hesitantly went to him. I pulled him in my arms and hugged him. “It’s okay..it’s alright..I promise..” I said. He grabbed onto my body as if it was the last time he would hold me again. “Y/n, I mean it..if you leave, I will snap. I won’t be myself anymore..I feel myself breaking. The old me is trying to force its way out..” He said. I froze. Those words sent chills though my body. I felt..scared of him..he laid us down on the bed and he tugged my hair behind my ear. “Don’t leave..” He warned. I shook my head. “I won’t.” I mumbled. He kissed my lips and pulled my body close to him.

I felt his breathing even out as he fell back asleep. I still had so many questions, but one lingered the most. “What will happen if I actually left?” My body was already afraid, my mental state was ruined and I feared nothing but him. My heart was yelling for me to stay but..my mind and body said different. I just needed some time alone. I slipped out of his grip and went to the bathroom.

I looked up in the mirror to see the black eye he gave me. I seen the red bruises he left on my body and I could still see the grip marks on my neck along with hickies. I shed a tear as the moments replayed again. “BITCH!” Slap. I flinched at the memory and made my mind up of what I needed to do.

I walked back out the bathroom and grabbed my robe. I took a duffle bag and packed everything I needed in there. I threw it over my shoulder and peeked over at him to see him sound asleep. My heart ached and cried as I looked at him. Am I really about to leave the man I care for and love? I have to...

I quietly walked out of the room and to Lia’s, packing all her outfits and toys and cup. I took her bag and picked her up carefully. She mumbled in her sleep. “Mommy..” She said. “Shh...You and mommy are going somewhere..” I said. “Where are we going? Where’s Daddy?” She asked as I walked out of her bedroom with her blanket.

“Shh, daddy can’t go right now. He’s sleeping. Just go back to sleep.” I said. She hummed and fell asleep. I made it to the door and gripped the door knob. I looked back to the bedroom he was in and I closed my eyes. I breathed out and opened the door, leaving him behind...

[86-was-his-year]

I Loved You  | Jung Jaehyun |

Summary: You loved Jaehyun but as he slowly moves away and becomes distant you try to fill the void with something else.

Requested: Yes! Maybe like a friend's to lovers au when jae gets angsty when you get a bf but you only date to get over jae

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, not really dating for love? (It’s not smut for once in my life)

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The scowl was permanent on my face as I watch Jaehyun talk with his friend group. We were in the middle of having lunch when the group walked in and stole his attention. He was laughing and enjoying their company far more than he was enjoying mine, especially one of a little blonde who sat on the edge of the booth, staring into his eyes and laughing at everything he said. He wasn’t paying much attention to her but when he did it made my inside flare with jealousy. 

I was debating whether I should leave or stay when he finally plopped his butt back down in the booth. He was all smiles and dimples and the rage that once flowed through me left my body as soon as he sat down. 

“Sorry, I had to tell them something.” He sighed and picked up his sandwich, smiling before he took a gigantic bite.

“It’s okay, Anyway as you were saying?” I picked up my drink and sipped out of the straw as he continued his story. Always keeping my eye on the little blonde who turned her gaze this way ever so slightly.

That was the day I knew I was in love with him. The way I hated how she looked at him when he should just be looking at me. And it angered me how he would often say that he had plans with her and the other gang when I wanted to see a movie or just hang at his place and watch movies. 

“Daphne wants to do this.” or “Daphne wants to do that.” I found myself wanting to just cut off ties with him all together but then I remember all the good times we’ve had together and I forget forgetting him. That lead me to today, sitting on the bench in front of the movie theater waiting for him to show up. 

“Jaehyun where are you? The movie has already started.” He finally picked up and he giggled.

“Sorry Y/N, I’m a little busy at the moment.” His giggle was followed by another, more feminine sounding voice. 

“Who is over there?” I knew the answer to my question even before I asked it. I just wanted to be sure. 

“Nobody. Shhh.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and whispered some things that I couldn’t understand and brought it back to his head, “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Alright Jaehyun, Fuck you I’ll see this movie without you then.” I took the phone away from my ear and angrily hung up the phone. Tears of anger and sadness leaked into my eyes and I almost called him back to apologize. But, before I could muster the strength someone called my name.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Lucas’ voice rang across the parking lot and I looked up to see him running towards me. I wiped my tears and smiled at him.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I quietly said, scooting over so he could have room on the bench. 

“What are you doing here by yourself?” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, ready to hear all about it.

“Jaehyun blew me off for what’s her face.” I put my head on his shoulder and began to feel the anger rise in me again. 

“Yeah, Daphne? They’ve been doing that a lot lately.” We sat in silence and watched as people went in for their movies. “Tell you what. Forget both of them and come see a movie with me. I’ll pay.” Lucas smiled and rubbed my arm comfortingly. 

“Sure, that sounds nice.” I smiled and walked into the theater with him. It was no secret that Lucas had a crush on me. He asked me to the dance multiple times and asked me to the movies more than I could count but Jaehyun always told me to stay away from him. But, at the moment I didn’t care what Jaehyun had to say about my life so, I wen tot he movies with Lucas. 

The movie went great and I found myself sincerely enjoying his company by the end of the night. I took a couple pictures after the movie and posted them with a simple caption, saying I had fun and that we should do it again. I didn’t realize it then but I relished in the fact the Jaehyun might see it. 

Later that night after Lucas dropped me off I got a call from Jaehyun. Part of me begged myself to let it go to voicemail for what he did to me but the other half begged for m to pick it up and actually give him the time of day, unlike what he had done to you. My sympathetic side won and I picked it up.

“Hello?” I held the phone to my ear and logged into my computer, getting ready to watch Netflix and wind down for the night. 

“What were you doing with Lucas?” Jaehyun’s voice was angry and coarse. I smiled and listened to his angry breath and he waited for my response. 

“Well, after you decided to ditch me for your whore, Lucas swooped in and watched the damn movie with me and I had a fantastic time.” I was planning on just laying low and waiting until Daphne was out of the picture but, I couldn’t let him sit there and have control over me. 

“I told you to stay away from him.” He sounded even more angry now that I brought Daphne into the mix but I couldn’t care less.

“Yeah, and why did you do that? I could’ve been dating him the whole time. He’s such a sweet guy.” I was sugar coating it and I knew that it would piss him off but milking this out of him was fun, especially after he blew me off like that.

“I’ve told you he’s a bad person Y/N. He’ll-” The line beeped and Lucas was calling, wow the God’s were really looking our for me today.

“I’m sorry Lucas is actually calling me right now, I’ll call you back if I get the chance.” I hung up of Jaehyun and took Lucas’ call. We ended up talking all night while watching Netflix together and I felt like this is where I could be. 

A week later Lucas asked for my hand in marriage. Just kidding, he asked if we could go steady and I said yes, posting it all over Instagram and Snapchat, knowing Jaehyun would also see these. Everyone commented on how we were such a cute couple and how we looked like we were meant to be together. It made me smile and the way he talked to me made my heart melt but it just wasn’t the same. 

Jaehyun had stopped talking to me after I deemed Lucas and I’s relationship official. He sent me a text that lasted forever and I didn’t read it, knowing he was scolding me and telling me to break up with Lucas and this and that but, I felt happy now and I’m sure him and Daphne did too. 

Lucas took me on so many dates and spent night over at my house and met my parents but they didn’t seem as happy as I thought they would. After Lucas left I confronted them about it.

“Why aren’t you happy that I’m dating Lucas?” I asked quietly. They turned to each other and sighed. 

“Honey we are, we really are. I’ts just we thought you would get together with Jaehyun. We haven’t seen him in a while and well, we just want to know what happened between you two.” I stared at them for a long while and got up. The door was slammed before they could day anything else and I was in my car ready to drive home. I took the long route and blasted music, thinking about everything my parents had just said to me. 

Maybe I was supposed to be with Jaehyun. I missed him everyday and when Lucas touched me I often compared it to Jae. They were completely different in multiple ways and I found myself missing Jaehyun’s touch more than I missed Lucas’. 

The guilt began when I almost called Lucas by Jaehyun’s name. He didn’t catch it but my heart hurt as I figured out what I had been doing. This whole time I dated Lucas I had been comparing between Jaehyun. I hoped that Jaehyun would crack and text me but it was me who was breaking at the thought of him. Lucas had been a distraction and pay back for what he had done to me and now it had gone too far, I texted Lucas later with an apology and a break up text, knowing that I would never do it in person.

He was clam and collected which I thought was weird and as I tried to text another apology the text was unable to be sent and I knew he had blocked my number. I looked on his social media and our pictures were deleted but new ones had come as soon as the old one’s were deleted. Him and Daphne posing and kissing as if him and I had never happened. I deleted our pictures through tears and texted Jaehyun. 

“We need to talk.” He responded with a quick “okay” and now I just waited for him to show. He knocked around 10 minutes later and I immediately let him in. He swung open the door and engulfed me in a big hug, closing the door with his foot. 

“I’m so sorry for everything I did. I didn’t mean to blow you off for that slut. She played me and I followed right along but she was cheating with Lucas. Are you okay?” He held me by the shoulders and searched my face.

“I’m a little hurt but I’ll manage. I could never really see myself with Lucas. I’m sorry I did that. I guess it was to get back at you for dating Daphne.” I explained and looked to the ground.

“I only dated Daphne to get your attention you stupid.” Jaehyun laughed and pulled me into another hug. “I loved you.” He took a shuddering breath and held me tighter. 

“Will you still be my Netflix buddy?” I asked while I squeezed him back. 

“Better than that. I’ll be your Netflix boyfriend.” He said chuckling. We stood there for a couple of second before shaking our head and falling into a fit of giggles. 

“Please never say that again.” I poked his sides and he looped his arm around my shoulder as I led him to my bedroom. 

“Only if you finally agree to date me?” He asked quietly. 

“Of course you big goon.”

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Gods Gonna Cut You Down| Lim Jaebeom.

Gangleader!Jaebeom x Detective!Reader

Genre: Angst, a little bit of fluff, insinuating smut.

Warnings: Talk of death, and gang violence.

Concept: What if the man you loved so dearly, was the leader of a gang who took everything from you?

A/N: This is my first GOT7 fic, and I’m terrified to post it. I don’t know if I’ll actually make a whole series out of this. What do you guys think? Would you read it?

Song Inspiration:

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Death followed you long before you were a detective, it stuck to you like your shadow in the middle of summer. Your parents and younger sister were killed when you were 12. Your father was the best cop on the force, he was known for infiltrating and busting big gangs and drug cartels. His reputation surpassed him, and gave him a massive target on his back. He knew the game he was playing, and the consequences that could come out of it. He lost the game, and you were the only one that was left to suffer, but he raised you better than that. He taught you to take your anger and channel it into something productive, so you did. You spent your life chasing after leads, and whispers of who could have orchestrated the murder.

You were close, and you could taste it. Whoever it was, was right under your nose. You were ready to end this, but this time the rules of the game would be made by you, and there was only one way for this to finish, and that was with you winning. You sat in your office at home, scattered paper work all over your desk, the only thing that stood out more than your mess, was the graph of suspects that hung on your wall. The red thread moving around the pictures, creating a road map that only you knew how to drive. You leaned back into your chair, crossing your arms. You were stuck, and you had exasperated all your informants. You needed something new, anything to push the investigation forward.

“Baby?” A calming voice entered from behind you.

You pushed your feet from your desk, turning in your chair to see Jaebeom standing in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. A sleepy smile, matched only with his half lidded eyes. He always tried to stay awake till you were ready for bed, you had told him he didn’t need too, and that you understood normal people needed sleep. He would shake his head and say, ‘such an extraordinary woman, deserves anything but a normal man’ and you couldn’t say that it didn’t make your heart leap to life. He was the only thing that anchored you to reality.

“I’m almost done,” you smiled, tiredly.

He pushed from the frame, striding over to you, his grey pajama bottoms hung off his hips, swaying by his feet when he moved. The light from your desk, did his bare chest no justice. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You took a deep breath, he had just showered, so he still smelled of his body wash, and his natural scent, which reminded you of camping and burning wood. You looked up, watching him disappear from your office.

You didn’t lie when you said you were almost done, you looked through a few more files, and you felt even more defeated than normal. You pulled on the gold chain that hung from your lamp, your room immediately going dark. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, removing your clothes, letting them pool around you. Your head hanging down, unable to face your own reflection. You kicked away your crumpled clothes, flicking the light off before you climbed into bed, covered in only one of Jae’s shirts. You sunk into your side of the mattress, your head hitting the pillow like a stack of bricks.

You felt an arm creep around your waist, pulling further away from the edge, and closer to Jae’s chest. A sigh of relief slipped your lips, causing a soft chuckle to press against your back. Jaebeom nuzzled his nose into the back of your neck, leaving soft kisses around your shoulders. His hand slipping from his waist, to rest on your hip, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of your upper thigh. You reached back, running your hand over his arm, his muscles tensing under your touch. You pushed back into him, his hand now no longer spread over your hip, but it was gripping onto you, pushing you back even more, while he pressed his pelvis into you.

“Please,” was all you had to whisper before he was hovering above you, his knees on this inside of your legs, pushing them open.

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4:48 AM -

Your phone had been going off for over twenty minutes, buzzing, and vibrating on your nightstand. You reached over, slapping your hand haphazardly around to feel for it. You were finally able to curl your fingers around it enough to pull it to your side. You opened one eye, while simultaneously keeping one squinted closed. The brightness from your screen made your groan, quickly turning it down so it was a dull yellow.

Detective Rays: We have something you need to see, right now. It’s about your parents murder case.

You practically sprung from bed, tripping over your own tired limbs. You looked back to make sure your abrupt loudness didn’t disturb your sleeping boyfriend. You were lucky he was just a hard sleeper, you stared at him for a moment, admiring the way he slept so soundly, one leg peeking from the sheets. You didn’t have time to think of how in love you were with him, you needed to get to the station.

You bursted through the doors of your office, several heads popping up from their desks. You didn’t bother to greet anyone, especially since detective Rays was right at your side, pulling you into his personal office, closing the door behind the both you. He looked over you, your bun barely sticking to the top of your head, one half of your shirt tucked in, the other hanging out loosely.

“You look like a mess,” he commented before pulling out a file from a locked drawer of his desk.

“Thanks,” you snapped, standing over his file, waiting for it to reveal new information.

“This is the son, and current leader, of the gang who contracted the hit on your family,” he looked up at you, waiting for your understanding.

“Open the damn file, Rays,” patience was not a personality trait that you had picked up.

He did, and you had wished that you wouldn’t have made him. There he was, the man who you had been waiting for your whole life, the person that had caused you so much pain and agony, the man you swore had to be the devil, but he wasn’t. This man was not evil, and there was no way he could be the person who took over the gang that ruined your life.

“There must be a mistake,” you shook your head, trying to make yourself believe this was a joke.

“It’s no mistake, Y/N. His name his Jaebeom Lim. He inherited the Lim Family Dynasty, which so happens to be one of the most violent and feared gangs this world has seen since the Gambino crime family,” he spread out more paperwork, new members popping up, people you had become friends with.

“This is the first file, of hundreds. They’re so dangerous, that we haven’t even put in an undercover cop to try and get information. They have an extreme vetting system,” he kept talking, but you everything felt like you were underwater.

Your mind was swimming with questions, and so much conflict. The one person who could finally bring you happiness, after you lived in a world of sadness for so long. His father was the reason for all of it, and now he was the man you had to take down. The game just got a lot more complicated.