#Jung Taekwoon scenario
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the finest gossamer [VIXX, Leo] M
Characters : VIXX's Leo / OC
Regency! AU
Rating : M for smut
Plot summary - Taekwoon spends an afternoon with his wife in the sunroom.
It was a relatively peaceful afternoon, Taekwoon mused, watching Minah patter about the sunroom, sealing a letter to Haneul, who was now touring the highlands with Wonshik. The room was a little one with a teak writing desk overflowing with papers - letters, he assumed, knowing his wife’s propensity for words both written and spoken (which both vexed and delighted him no end). He eyed his wife blowing out the candle on her desk before stacking the carefully sealed letters into the pigeon-hole cubby above the table. He smiled, amused by her ink-stained fingers and the grumbling that followed as she dabbed at her fingertips with an equally stained handkerchief.
Leaning against the door frame, the man crossed his arms. Despite how busy his viscountcy made him, he tried not to miss out on the domesticity of these moments. To him, Minah was a wonder to be beheld in her natural habitat, in complete comfort with her surroundings. Which was exactly why he found himself hurrying home after a session at the parliament to gaze at his wife. He bit his lip to hold back the laughter that bubbled up his throat when she began humming, floating over to the window to fix the sunflowers held in a pale blue porcelain vase before gently unlatching the windows to allow some air in.
Taekwoon took a silent step into the little sunroom of his house in the capital. Decorated to the tastes of the lady so lost in her thoughts by the window, he couldn’t help but feel surrounded by her presence in the room. From the bookshelf in the corner overflowing with titles she enjoyed (and he enjoyed gifting her with) to the little portrait of the two of them perched on the mantle, or the small turtle-shaped paperweights she had bought on a whim and vehemently placed on the table by the deep green high backed chair he was standing by, the sunroom was secretly Taekwoon’s favourite place in the house because it just was, Minah.
The summer sun streamed through the translucent curtains illuminating his wife’s body draped in the finest muslin he could adorn her in. The rays caressed her face illuminating the lighter shades of brown in the soft ringlets of her hair kissing the tops of her collarbones. Her deep lashes threw shadows on her rounded cheeks that he loved pressing his lips against. Her countenance was blank and blissful in the sunlight as the summer breeze wound its way into the room. The man's eyes roved over her face with delight before his throat went dry at the sight of the thin muslin barely concealing the pebbled buds of her …
“Taekwoon!” A gasp broke his reverie as she spun around, finally aware of his gaze “How long have you been waiting there?” She asked, crossing her arms, immediately obscuring his vision while she hurried to the lace shawl thrown on over the back of her chair to wrap it around her shoulders.
“Not too long,” her husband mused, frowning at the offending piece of cloth as she rang the bell to call for tea before ushering him to the high-backed chair.
“I know you said you'd be back for tea, but Haneul had written such an exciting letter I just couldn't wait to write back and then I completely lost track of time! ” She began pacing around the room, ears red as her husband watched with an amused smile. “She said I'd love the cattle in the highlands, darling large coos! Oh, where is Jeffery?” Minah wondered out loud only to have the stately servant hurry in with the tea service. “Fantastic! Dearest, Haneul sent us shortbread along with her letter, I made sure Jeffery would bring some with tea” Minah continued while Jeffery set the service on the little table before Taekwoon raised his hand to wave the man away.
“That will be all, Jeffery, ensure we're not disturbed,” he said before turning back to his wife who frowned in confusion. The servant left the room, closing the door behind him and Minah reached for the kettle to pour out the tea cautiously.
“Is everything alright?”
Taekwoon received the cup and saucer from her, eyeing her struggle to keep the shawl on her shoulders. Taking a deep sip, secretly scalding himself, he turned to set down the cup and reach across and yank the foolish fabric out of her grasp.
“Yes, everything is fine,” he hummed as she tried to reach for the shawl again only to have it held far away from her. The more she leaned forward, the greater Taekwoon's delight grew as he stared unabashedly at his wife's unadorned skin which he knew from experience would feel like cream in his palms.
“Give it back!” She huffed, now getting to her feet and stepping closer to him, unaware of the trap her husband was setting for her. “You're vexing me Lord Jung Taekwoon!”
“Oh? Is that so?” He chuckled, holding the shawl behind his back and quickly grabbing her wrist as she reached for it, tugging her onto his lap. Her foot hit the little table between the two high-backed chairs making the tea service rattle.
“I honestly thought something had happened during the parliamentary session, now I see Viscount Jung Taekwoon wants to play games,” Minah grumbled, still trying to reach for her shawl “Now unhand my shawl or the tea will get cold.”
“What if I say no?” Taekwoon replied, tucking the silly fabric firmly behind his back while his other hand went to support his wife's derriere, giving it a quick squeeze.
“You're being naughty,” she glared at the taller man, tugging at his deep brown coat.
“That I am,” he said, eyes fixed on her flushed skin, beaded buds now taught against the thin muslin, all he had to do was lean forward and…
Teeth sunk into his right earlobe gently as Minah gave it a quick nibble, sending blood rushing to his breeches. Minah quickly tried to retrieve her shawl which was firmly wedged between the back of the chair and her husband's broad back only to have him grasp at her jaw and fix his eyes on hers. She shivered, noticing his dilated pupils as he leaned up to join their lips. Remembering her initial mission, she turned her head away to look for the shawl only to feel his long fingers slip up to cup the back of her neck and guide her lips to his for a gentle kiss.
“Open your mouth, darling,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her firmly over his lap by the derriere making her gasp, feeling his need for her. Sliding his tongue past her parted lips he savoured her like a delicacy, now feeling her ink-stained fingers sliding into the strands of his hair making him grunt as he chased after her lips before breathlessly trailing kisses down her throat as soft whimpered breaths gurgled past her swollen lips.
Minah grasped firmly onto her husband's broad shoulders, the lace shawl long forgotten in his onslaught. Taekwoon's long graceful fingers slid the thin gown up her calves, pausing to fiddle with the garters holding her whisper-thin stockings to her body. She giggled at how ticklish it felt at first but threw her head back with a hiss when his lips surrounded her clothed nipple.
“Ah, Taekwoon,” she whimpered into his hair as his fingers pianoed across her thighs caressing the skin
“You're so soft, my love,” he mumbled against the now wet fabric before turning to the other achingly painful nipple awaiting his attention. His fingers played a wicked tune on the wet thatch of hair between her thighs as she gasped at the sensation of his index finger sliding over a throbbing bud of nerves over and over again till she gazed at him pleadingly with her mouth open and no words.
“What's that?” He hummed, speeding up his pace as his middle finger joined in to thoroughly stimulate her.
She finally let out a moan of his name, gripping at the shirt under his coat, nearly ripping it wide open. Slumping forward, she leaned on his shoulders and breathed out his name, pressing open-mouthed kisses beneath it in a way that had the little string of sanity holding him together snap.
Then he sank two of his fingers into her and set a quick rhythm that had her jolting pawing at the cravat and undoing his buttons to splay her fingers across his chest feeling his heart thud beneath her palm. Every touch had her hips moving frantically on his two fingers, pressing against the swelling bulge in her husband's breeches. She reached down to undo his bottoms grabbing at the now erect, throbbing organ with both hands making him rest his forehead against her chest with a groan.
“Minah,” he exhaled, curving his fingers within her making her squeeze around them as her hands came to a halt. She fixed her glazed-over eyes on her handsome husband, before reaching to tug his wrist away from her sopping core. There was a fire in her eyes that made Taekwoon feel like a man parched as he leaned up to tangle his tongue with hers. Her grip returned to his erection, firmly stroking till he moaned into her hungry lips.. Gently positioning her hips over his desire, she carefully lowered herself onto him and he scrambled to grasp her buttocks to support her ever-tightening descent.
“Minah, please,” he whispered groaning when she rolled her hips.
“You started this Taekwoon,” she hissed, gripping at the lapels of his very crumpled shirt. He eyed her as she lifted her hips and dropped them, tightening on her way down. Her gown was now clinging to her body with the sweat of her exertion as she frowned, scrabbling to rip the offending garment over the head and tossing it to the ground before moving in earnest while Taekwoon could only watch the majesty of his wife's form in the summer sunshine. Groaning, he gripped her hips thrusting up and watching her head fall back in pleasure. When his wife whined, rocking her hips to take him in deeper, he couldn’t help but oblige by picking up the pace till she shook above him, scrabbling at his chest, leaving streaks of red with her blunt nails. Panting at how impossibly tight she was getting around him, Taekwoon laced his fingers with hers thrusting up powerfully, emptying into her and keeping the pace till she spasmed along with him.
Pulling her towards his chest, he held his wife’s naked form, caressing her side as she took deep gasping breaths.
“You’re a wicked wicked man,” she mumbled against his now sweaty chest. Taekwoon looked down and tipped her head up to capture her lips in another chaste kiss.
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I'm really sad that they don't write for VIXX anymore...I mean there's no new VIXX scenarios on Tumblr and it disappoints me very much.
Like, Tumblr users who wrote for VIXX are either inactive for a very long time while others deactivated their accounts.
~Queennie
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• 5:23 - Jung Taekwoon •
Taekwoon pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. The cold air surrounded you both while you listened to the sounds of the Han River.
“I missed you,” Taekwoon whispered softly.
“I missed you too.”
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𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒
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Taekwoon / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Painter AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.5k
Summary: He saw through your eyes, he saw who was hidding behind the come-hither look and you loved the way he was looking at you. But, after a moment, it wasn’t enough.
Content/Warning: Romance, angst (a bit), “dirty” job, suggestive content.
Saying you were a lucky young woman would've been false. Of course, you had a lot of money, a wonderful apartment, a big and luxurious car and a tone of branded clothing. You ate in fancy restaurants and knew important people. But the way you made your living wasn't the best and, even if your friends, if we could call them like that, told you, you were a strong woman or that they loved you, you knew they were lying. You knew you disgusted them.
After all, you were just an escort girl. The kind of woman who sold her body for VIP parties or moments of simple pleasure. Even if you weren't ashamed about what you did, it wasn't a source of pride either.
You stopped your black Chevrolet Camaro in front of one of your favorite Itaewon pubs and waved at some people who were drinking outside.
"It's rare to see you here on friday nights." A tall tatooed man told you, wrapping his arm around your waist, while you kissed his cheek. "Don't tell me no one wanted you at the Octagon, I won't believe you."
"What can I say? Even a whore like me can have standards." You shrugged taking a sip of his beer.
"You're not a whore, Y/n." A young woman frowned. "You're just..."
"A whore." You chuckled. "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm not a good girl and I don't wanna be."
You greeted them and walked into the pub, waved at other people before sitting at the counter and ordering a whisky at the bartender who, as always, told you, you were gorgeous in your black and silver short dress. And yes, you were!
Legs crossed, a cigarette in a hand and your drink in the other, you were looking at the clients. There were so different from the men you were dating, if we could say you were dating them. Your clients were ridiculously rich and, sometimes, far older than you. But, luckily, most of them just wanted your company, nothing else. They wanted to be seen with a wonderful and astounding young lady at their arm during fancy parties. But, some of them wanted more and, even if you didn't really enjoy it, you gave them what they wanted. It was your job, after all.
Blowing a large cloud of smoke, you turned to the barman but froze, amazed by a paint you could see. Slowly, you stood up and came closer to the canvas, mouth half open. You couldn't say why but this paint shoot you through the heart.
"Do you like art?" A man sitting at the table next to you asked.
"Kind of..." You breathed while you couldn't take your eyes off the canvas. "She's so sad..." You added in a whisper, touching the face of the painted girl with your fingertips.
"She's smiling." He said, frowning lightly at you, his head tilted.
"Her eyes..." You whispered before shaking your head, taking back control on your mind, and looked at the stranger.
Even if he wasn't your "type", looking a little too poor for you, he was breathtaking. Wearing a large and half open white linen shirt, a pair of black ripped jeans and a black borsalino, he was simple and very attrative at the same time. You were a bit surprised by his pink hair but it gave an original touch to his style. Noticing the pens and sketch pad in front of him, you understood he was an artist and even guessed he was the one who painted the canvas.
"Take a seat, Y/n." He invited you, showing the second chair of his table with his slender hand.
"Do you know me?" You asked, tilting your head while you sat in front of him, a smirk on your lips as you put out your cigarette.
"Everyone know you, here." He shrugged lighlty, taking a sip of his wine.
"I never saw you before."
"I never let you see me."
His answer caught you off guard, he was so different from the guys you tried to seduce, he was so calm, so distant and so indifferent. So intriguing.
"Well, now you let me see you, can I know your name?" You smiled, putting your chin in your hands, highlighting your perfect feminine attributes.
"People know me as Leo."
"I see, you're playing hard to get." You chuckled, leaning back on your chair, crossing your arms on your chest. "Or maybe you have highest standards. I-"
"Standards are meaningless." Leo cut you off, a smirk stretching on his lips as he took another sip of wine. "I just don't like the way you see me. I'm not one of your clients, Y/n, and I don't want to be one of them."
"Well, what about if I was yours?"
Leo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion. Looking straight into your eyes, he leaned forward, his mouth against his long intertwined hands. At this moment, you knew you piqued his curiosity, and, smirking arrogantly, you took a sip of your whisky.
"I don't take requests and I don't paint for individual customers."
"I'll buy whatever you paint. I have money."
"I don't want your money." He winced lightly, letting you know that your money, or rather the way you were earning it, disgusted him. "I want you."
"And you don't want to be a client?" You smirked. "Yeah, of course. 700 000 won the night."
Leo sighed, losing patience, while he rubbed his forehead. You irritated him and it was a first for you since every man loved you, or at least, loved what you could give him.
"What do you want from me?" You asked sensually, caressing his forearm with your fingertips.
"Nothing you can give." He replied coldly as he stood up, taking his stuff and leaving the pub, leaving you alone at the table, eyes and mouth wide open.
Who's that man?
Back in your luxurious apartment, you clapped your hand to turn all the lights on and threw your branded bag on the huge and expensive couch installed in the middle of your spacious living room. You couldn't stop thinking about this Leo, the harsh way he was talking, his cold eyes. Never has any man been like this with you. And you couldn't deny it, you found it very... interesting.
The night after, instead of hanging out at the Octagon, your favorite hunting ground, you went back at the pub but didn't see the young man. You asked the bartender if he knew where his strange client lived or had at least a clue but the only thing he could tell you was he heard that Leo lived in Dobong district. Which didn't help you.
You spent a big part of the previous night looking for some information about the artist on internet but he didn't talk a lot about him and didn't hold a lot of exhibitions, maybe two of three by year, not more. He didn't talk a lot about him and this fact interested you even more. Maybe he had something to hide.
You thanked the bartender and got back in your car with the firm intention to find Leo on the same night. You drove to Dobong district. You thought that, if you said his name or describe him in some convenient stores, you could get few informations.
But nothing.
No one knew him and, around 3am, you sat in front of an old warehouse, your hand on your head. Leo was like a ghost: people saw him sometimes but didn't know him or where he lived.
"Fucking ghost!" You were ranting about the mysterious man when you heard someone stop in front of you.
"What are you doing here?"
This voice! You raised your head, eyes wide open and saw Leo, a paper bag in his arms, raising an eyebrow as he was looking at you. You were so surprised that you opened your mouth but no words came from.
"Why are you sitting in front of my house?" He asked, taking his key out of his pocket.
"Your... Your house?" You repeated, looking at the warehouse. "Are you living-"
"Yes, I do." He cut you off. "Why are you here?"
"I was looking for you." You replied, standing up and brushing the back of your jeans. "You're playing hard to get but you're even harder to find."
"And why were you looking for me?"
"I... I want you to apologize!"
"You're a bad liar, Y/n." Leo smirked as he opened the front door of the warehouse.
"I... Okay!" You sighed, raising your hands in defeat. "You intrigue me. Happy?!"
You heard him chuckle while he entered his house, letting the door open. You popped your head in the old building when a strong but kind of pleasent scent of paint mixed with pure alcohol hit you.
You stepped in the warehouse and saw that Leo turned it into a giant painting workshop with a place which was probably his studio at the first floor. There was a lot of canvases almost everywhere and a little place that looked like a small stage with a couch and sheets. Even if it was far from different from where you lived, from where you were used to spend your spare time, this place amazed you and you couldn't stop watching all around.
You jumped a little when Leo showed up in front of you, a bottle of wine in his hand, his cold eyes analyzing every of your moves and reactions. A smirk stretched on his lips and, without saying anything, he walked towards a canvas he was painting. Silently, you came closer to him and looked over his shoulder, noticing the girl he was drawing looked like the one you saw at the pub. You wanted to know who she was because you were sure to know her but stayed quiet, stepping back and looking at the other canvas.
Leo was painting a lot of things: portraits, landscapes, still-life, animals, etc... And you were more and more astounded by all the details. Even if art wasn't a thing you were passionate about, Leo's works brought you to another world. It was like you could perfectly see yourself in these wonderful places or talking with those painted strangers.
"I thought you didn't paint for individual customers." You smirked, watching some portraits.
"I don't." Leo replied without looking at you, mixing three colors on his palette. "I don't know these people. There are just passers-by I remember. Will you stay here for long?"
"I'm still waiting for you to apology."
"I won't, I did nothing wrong. If you can't stand when someone doesn't fall for you, it's not my fault."
You sighed, trying to hold back your anger, and came back closer to him, putting your hands on his large shoulders and slidded them in his baroque half opened shirt. He was perfectly build, not too much, not too little, simply perfect.
"What do you want from me that I can't give you?" You asked, lowering your head to his, your lips close to his ear.
"You." He answered without moving or looking at you.
"That's good, I can." You smirked as you turned around him and sat astride his lap, your hands rubbing the back of his neck.
Leo sighed and put his palette and brush on the little table next to him. Once again, you saw you irritated him but, instead of pushing you away, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him which caught you off guard.
"Not like that." He whispered, his lips almost touching yours. "I want you, I really do, but not the way you think."
"How?" You breathed, eyes wide open, heart racing.
"I searched for a muse, a source of inspiration for years and I saw you. I knew you were the one I was looking for when I saw your reaction to my paint in the pub. Do you know why you could see the girl was sad?" You shook your head quietly, swallowing. "Because she's like you. You can fool everyone you want, Y/n, but you can't fool me. I can see behind your charming smile."
"I have a charming smile?" You joked, trying to ease the wave of feelings that hit you.
"The most charming and beautiful I've ever seen." Leo smiled while his thumb ran over your lips delicately. "Be my muse, Y/n. I don't ask for anything else."
Nodding slightly, you put a sweet kiss on his lips, saying that was the way you made a deal.
Your relationship with Leo was really one of a kind and it was the first time you acted like that with a man. Weeks passed by, you started to gradually stop your dirty job, making few extra shifts at the pub you met the artist, and spent most of your time with him. You went back to your apartment maybe one or two times a week but only to check your mail and take some new clothes which ended up on Leo's bedroom floor.
To be honest, it felt like you lived together. You shared your meals, hung out together, split the housework and even slept together, in each other arms, just sleep no sex. You surprised yourself being very domesticated with Leo, hugging him really often, kissing him quickly sometimes, that made him smirk, and strolling in his warehouse wearing your underwear only, a glass of wine in your hand, nodding your head to the music he always listened to.
During one of your long pillow talk, Leo told you his real name was Jung Taekwoon and he lost his parents few years ago. He was very honest with you, saying he was one of the most well paid artists of Seoul but he'd rather give most of his money to charities than keep it for himself. He was an outsider and didn't want to live like others.
And he amazed you day by day.
The more you stayed with Taekwoon, the more you needed to be with him, to be in his arms, to be the only woman he was looking at like the way he did. For the first time, you found yourself beautiful in someone else's eyes. For the first time, you felt you were desired for what you really were even if Leo never touched you the way you were used to with your former clients. Yes, for the first time, you knew you were loved.
But, it wasn't the same love you felt for Leo.
Taekwoon saw you as his muse, only his muse, while you saw him as your savior, the one who showed you you were more beautiful and worthy than you thought. He was the first man you sincerely loved, the only one you really wanted. But yeah, you were just his muse, his source of inspiration, his broken angel that had fallen from Heaven, his perfection. Nothing else.
And it killed you.
Dancing in his workshop, carried away by the music that your friend listened to 24/7, you were enjoying your simple life when your eyes landed on him. When he was painting, he seemed to be in his own world and you always found him ethereal when he was so focused on his work. But, this night, you wanted to hang out.
Tiptoeing over him, you crawled onto his lap and, wrapping your arms around his neck, burred your face against his collar bone.
"Bored?" He smirked, sliding his left hand on your lower back, tracing little circle on it. He put his brush when he felt you nod and cupped your face, making you look at him. "Do you want to hang out?"
"Yeah but I know you won't like the place I want to go." You pouted, lowering your eyes.
"Big club?" You shook your head slightly. "A lot of people?" You shrugged. "I can't say no to you."
"Really?" You raised your head, eyes sparkling. "I promise, it's not a big club but-”
"It's okay, my love." He whispered, letting you kiss him tenderly, pulling you closer before feeling your hips grind a little on him. "Go get ready." He breathed, trying to hold back his excitement.
You smiled against his lips as you left a light growl escape from your lips and ran to his studio while he chuckled a bit, amused by your cute but racy behavior.
You drove to the Cake Shop, an undergroud club of Itaewon where you were known as one of the most popular regular. It was a place you spent a lot of time before starting your escort girl life. You still came sometimes but it wasn't a hunting ground, just a club you were going when you wanted to stay alone but surrounded by people. But you hadn't come for almost half a year.
When the bouncer saw you come to the front door, he opened wide his eyes, not believing you were back at the Cake Shop after months without news. You greeted him with a delightful smile and kissed his cheek, pushing slihghtly under his chin to close his mouth.
"It's been a while." The bouncer smiled before looking at your stunning shape. "Still gorgeous, Y/n."
"Thank you, oppa. Do you think we can come in?" You asked, wrapping Taekwoon's arms around your waist. "I want to show him the best club of Itaewon."
"Of course, you can." He said, opening the front door, and pat Leo's shoulder. "You're such a lucky man."
Your friend nodded with a smirk and followed you inside, frowning a little since he wasn't used to clubs, big or small. You chuckled when you saw his face and squeezed his hand in yours, smiling at him lovingly. He kissed your head and walked to the counter, intertwining your fingers.
Settled between his thighs, sipping your vodka-redbull, you were dancing discreetly when Taekwoon noticed it and, whispering in your ear, told you to go on the dancefloor.
"I don't think you'd love to see me dancing." You winced, raising your eyebrows as you took another sip of your drink.
"I love seeing you dancing."
"When I'm at yours, Leo. When I'm alone."
He licked his lips a little, frowning again. It was true that, every time he saw you dance was when you were in his workshop, he never saw you dancing surrounded by people, especially men. But he also knew you really wanted to enjoy this night and he couldn't force you to stay with him all the time.
"Have fun." He smiled at you, pushing you slightly.
You thanked him, pecked his mouth and ran to the dancefloor, a large smile on your lips as an idea came to your mind. A bad idea, yes, but an idea, though.
Leo understood what you wanted to say when you told him he wouldn't like to see you dancing in the dancefloor. It wasn't the way you moved, he loved all your moves, they were fascinating for him, but he wasn't a fan of the men who were dancing with you. They were a little too close to you, their hands touched your hips or thighs a little too much, you smiled a little too friendly while your hips waved a little too sensually. Everything was a little too something.
He surprised himself, growling, when a stranger leaned his face close to yours but he didn't move, faking a smile when you looked at him. His reaction disappointed you and, teeth clenched, you left the dancefloor, walking furiously outside.
Confused about your reaction, Taekwoon paid for the drinks and followed you, asking the bouncer in which direction you went. As soon as the bouncer told him you took a dark and narrow street, Taekwoon ran over you and found you sat on the floor, your face down in your hands, a cigarette stuck between your fingers. He could hear you cry as he came closer and it broke his heart to see you like that, so fragile.
"Let's go home, my love." He murmured, croutching in front of you.
"Why?" You growled weakly as you raised your head. "Did you get another wonderful idea of painting?! Does it inspire you to see me like that?!"
"What are you saying? I hate seeing you like that."
"It's your fault!" You shouted, pushing him and making him fall as you stood up. "You don't give a fuck about what I think, about my feelings! You only see me as your fucking muse! Guess what! I don't want to be that shit anymore! I want to be more than your muse!" You didn't even notice you had started crying while you were yelling at him.
"Y/n, I-"
"Shut up!" You cut him off, making him open his eyes wide. "You saved me, Taekwoon! I was just a fucking whore when we met! But since I'm with you, I stopped what I was doing before! I try to be a good woman! I try to make you proud of me! But you don't see what I do! You don't see how much I need you! How much I love you!"
Leo stood up suddenly and brutally pressed his hands on the wall behind you, on each side of your head, catching you off guard. His eyes were full of anger. You already saw him mad, and, even if he had never shouted at you or been violent to you, you knew how scary he could be.
"Don't push me." Taekwoon growled, looking straight into your eyes, his face just inches away from yours.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Leo. I... I won't-"
"Never again." He added harshly, making you flinch a little and close your eyes. "Don't do that. Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm so... I'm sorry, I didn't want to up... to upset you." You breathed, shaking like a leaf. "I'll... I'll keep being your-"
Taekwoon abruptly locked his lips on yours, slidding a hand behind your head while the other reached your lower back and pulled you closer to him. You pressed your hands against his shoulders but he growled against your lips, reminding you not to push him. Never again.
A moan escaped from your lips when Leo slidded his thigh between yours, deepening the kiss as he pressed you against the wall. Few seconds later, Leo pulled away and, gasping for air, he put his forehead against yours, smiling a little when you pecked his lips shyly.
"I saw, Y/n." He whispered, raising his mouth to your forehead, keeping you in his arms. "I saw everything you did but I wasn't sure about the situation, about us and my feelings. You were my muse and I didn't think I could see you differently. But when I saw you with these men." He smirked when he heard you swallow. "You did this on purpose, right?" You nodded. "Congratulations, my love, your plan worked."
"I'm sorry about what I said, Leo. I still want to be your muse."
"You're so much more than that." He murmured, cupping your face and kissing you again.
After the night at the Cake Shop, things became really different. You sold your luxurious apartment and almost all your clothes. The only thing you couldn't give up was your car, but Taekwoon liked it too so it wasn't a problem if you kept your dear Chevrolet Camaro. You also completely moved on from your past life and, even if you kept contact with some of your former clients with who you became friends, you didn't want to hear about the escort girl world ever again. Moreover, your extra shifts at the pub you met Taekwoon turned into a real job and you were bartending during the day.
Even if it was far from your past, you loved your new life, you loved it so much and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
You were serving drinks in the pub when the front door opened and Taekwoon came behind you, putting his hands on your hips.
"Hi, my muse." He whispered in your neck, kissing it lovingly.
"Hi, handsome." You chuckled and kissed his cheek before getting back to the counter. "Why are you here?"
"I had to show you something." He smiled, pulling out a magazine he had in the back of his jeans.
"Oh my God, it's out!" You shouted, taking the book from his hand, flipping through it and finding the interview he gave. "Wow! The pictures are beautiful!"
"Can you just read this part?" Leo asked, pointing at a part of the interview.
You nodded and started to read, opening gradually wide your eyes. The journalist asked your boyfriend if he could talk about his personnal life a little and, for the first time, Taekwoon agreed, making public your relationship.
"I am actually dating someone, an amazing and strong woman I met in a pub. She is a former escort girl with a sad story. Her mother abandoned her when she was a teenager. She had to do a lot of devaluing things but, when I saw her for the first time, I knew who she really was. She is the kind of girl you only meet once in a life. We started our relationship as friends even if she almost lived with me. We spent a lot of time together and were really close. But things changed some months ago and we started dating. She was my muse and now, she is much more than that. It might sound a little cheesy but I really can't imagine my life without her. When she is reading this, I will ask her to share the rest of her life with me."
Tears running along your cheeks, you raised your head slowly and looked at Leo who was holding a little velvet box in his hand. Without saying anything, he opened it and showed you a wonderful golden ring with a discreet heart shaped diamond. You saw him smirk shyly and, jumping over the counter, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nodding and smiling.
You pulled away, wiping your cheeks, and let Taekwoon put the ring on your finger. Crying tears of joy, you touched the magnificent jewell carefully when Leo cupped your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.
"Proposing through an interview..." You chuckled against his lips. "You're really an outsider, Leo."
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[Possessing Me Softly] Chapter 2: His name is Leo
"Whoa-whoa" The demon was holding your body when it went limp in his arms and you almost took him with you; so he had to shift his own weight to support yours. He was rummaging his brain for an explanation of what had just happened, why did you just passed out like that? Even more importantly, what in Hell's prairies was he supposed to do with you now. He should be explaining the details and commands of the contract to you, but... he can't, so... should he... leave and come back later? Well, for the moment he guessed he had to put you down.
The carmine orb fluttering by his side gurgled and he heard an excited voice inside his head. "Leo? How did it go?" Red drops from the bubble stumbled upon the dirt with every word.
Leo picked the honey tar and gave it a sniff. It wasn't completely ruined, he guessed. One could still salvage around half of it. Such a shame, it smelled really good. "I closed it."
The bubble almost exploded when the voice spoke. "Congratulations! Oh, we have to celebrate. What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing that you cooked"
"It was one time I burnt the food, you have to let it go someday"
Leo didn't answer. There weren't numbers high enough to express how many times it had really been, and even when he didn't burnt it, N seemed to have a talent for striping ingredients out of their flavor. Leo had tried to teach him once or twice, but to no avail. Maybe N had a curse of sorts.
"Talk to me, Leo, how does your caster looks? Is she a girl, she sounded like a girl. Is she pretty? Have you two talked about the contract? Did you give her the bandage like I told you to?" Oh... that. Crap, N was going to nag him if he found out he had let you bleed all this time. He knelled right beside you; retrieving the small bandage from his coat, he started wrapping it around your arm. The cut didn't seem very deep and most of the bleeding had stopped now.
"No, she fainted," and the notion was swarming around Leo's head; he had seen deals being closed before and, although he admits he have been a tad more rough than he had seen N being in the past, he never witnessed a caster even losing his balance when the contract was sealed.
Leo noticed the voice in his head was awfully quiet, although he didn't ponder long if it was any sing of abnormality in your deal. "Maybe she cut too deep," the redhead suggested absent-mindedly. "Bleed too much". As far as he could see and as far as he could smell, there was blood everywhere. It coated the tars, it mixed with the honey, it stained the dirt and it even putted out one of the candles that had previously been knocked off.
He only heard a non-committal sound from his friend.
Time passed in which Leo picked your offerings, inspecting the ones he would take home and the ones he would simply toss out. So far he only had grabbed interest in the honey that had gone untouched by your blood and a small wooden music box. This weren't very common in the underground. He wondered how it would sound. There was also some wine there that N would appreciate.
He was picking stuff around when he spotted a glimpse of metal in the dirt. He leaned down to pick it up, but...
Fuck. He let it down with a grunt.
"Leo? Everything alright?"
"Silver," the demon looked around for something to grab the blade with, but a caw stopped him. Hugnin, his familiar, was pecking at a black backpack. Maybe it was yours?
"Uh, bad choice. Do you think she knows it hurts us? Does she seem the evil type of woman? Maybe a witch?"
Leo opened the bag refusing to answer. Inside was an old looking book. He flipped through the pages, catching drawings of summoning runes along the paper. It was yours, then. He rummaged a little more until he felt soft cloth touch his fingers. He was looking for something he could wrap around the knife to grab it and not have his hand scorched. A sweater. Good enough.
He was about to reach for the blade when N's voice came back. "Hey, Leo? Try not using your hands to pick it up."
Sigh. Leo shoved the sweater back in the bag, maybe with a little more force than necessary. He squatted by the knife and placed his hands on top of it.
"Come on, you can do it, you just need to-"
Leo tuned him out. He could feel the air crisp around him and the hair in his arms stood up, but the knife remained on the ground. He pushed harder. He could feel something vibrating within his chest, the place where his soul might have been stored in the past. He felt energy in his fingertip and the knife lifted in the air. The sight always reminded Leo of a puppet having its strings pulled.
"I did it."
"Congratulations! Everything is coming together today isn't it? You had your first deal and you finally managed to lift sacred metals." His voice took a dramatically sad tone. "They grow so fast. I can still remember the day we met, you were so-"
"Shut up." Leo shoved the silver blade into your backpack; a little more force and the back of the bag might have been cut through. He felt better now that the thing was out of sight, but he was back on his initial conundrum. What was he supposed to do with you?
As if reading his mind N intervened. "You aren't just gonna leave her there, right?" But couldn't he? Couldn't he just... take off? Sure, the night was chilly but it wasn't all that cold, and he even cleaned around. Maybe if he threw your sweater over you…
"No," N was never going to let him live it down. Leo went to you and cupped your face in his hands. "Hey," he waited for a second, but the demon had to repeat his command a couple of times before getting any sing of awareness in you. "Open your eyes for me, please," your eyes rolled in your sockets and Leo had to fight a sigh. When they finally open, he rushed before you could pass out again. "I just need you to think of home, okay? Just think of your house for a second," It took a while, but he felt the image form in his head. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled at the strings, feeling them take him into his destination.
Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp? Oh for fuck's sake... Those goddamn birds. You swore upon your nana's grave that that if you could go back in time just for a second it would be to stop you mother from planting that damned tree by your window.
Now, there’s a lie.
Ben.
You quickly sat in your bed and peeled the covers away from your body. Your head was killing you and the space over your sternum felt sore and heavy. You massaged the place, trying to sooth the feeling while searching for an injury. You found nothing. No blood, no scratches, not even a bruise. Still... you could clearly remember the star entering your body and the pain… oh the pain. It was like something impossible heavy pushed your insides around and took place in the middle of your chest.
Then, you noticed the bandage wrapped around your forearm. The wound throbbed and you could see some blood splattered in the cloth. You didn't remember bandaging it yourself. Did the demon...?
You got up, shaking the though off. Whatever happened was over and you needed a shower with urgency. Sweat, dirt and dried blood stuck to you like a second skin, your cheeks had crusts of dry tears that you don’t even remember crying. Well... some of them you did.
The ritual in theory was not that complicated, you thought as you striped in the shower, careful to not get the bandage over your arm wet. The blood sacrifice had taken more of your sanity, both mental and physical, that you could’ve predicted, but the rest was quite simple. A chalk drawn circle with an over spiked star, weird runes, candles, an incantation and offerings.
Now that's where it got interesting. Apparently there wasn't any "how-to" when it came to flattering demons, but there were basic offerings that, if the internet was right, pleased a great variety of them. Oh!, because the little fuckers turned out to be picky. Some liked rice grains; some wouldn't present themselves if you offered it; some would drool over raw meat; some would open you in canal if you dared to have it near them during the ritual.
In the end you went with wine, honey, incense, a couple of herbs and a small music box, because apparently, the one thing they all agreed on was that 'tech is neat'.
You wrapped your body in a towel and stepped out of the shower, even when it felt like only you lived in this house now, with your parents always in the hospital. Passing by the sink, you stole a side eyed glace in the mirror, what you saw stole a gasp from your lips. There it was, just like the books had described it; a single black symbol on the skin between your breasts. It was a small cross with two horizontal lines, a hollow circle sat atop the upper one and another more filled one dangled from the one at the bottom.
You ran your fingers over it and reality came crashing down on you, making your head spin. You were marked. You were marked like cattle.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"I sold my soul to a demon."
It was almost ironic that after all that time of researching satanic rituals and their whatabouts, it was now that the gravity of the situation fell upon you.
You were screwed.
You were beyond screwed; you had sold your soul and now it was someone else’s property. Well... not quite yet. Not until Ben was healed. You were going to be around until he could carry on with his own life. The rush of adrenaline made your head spin a little. It brought back memories from last night; the candles, the smoke, the blood, the demon-.
You saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You twisted your head as fast as humanly possible and backed against the wall when you saw... him, in your shower stand. He looked so out of place with his red eyes and ominous clothes. Just now in the bathroom light did you realize that his hair, despite how the candlelight made it seem last night, was actually of an auburn shade. Like old blood. Fuck, he was intimidating. The big black coat he wore didn't helped either.
Thinking about clothes...
The lack of them in your own body fell on you and you gripped the towel around your chest. "What the hell are you doing here?" He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He seemed at a loss for words.
"I... We need to talk. About the contract," he shifted in his feet "I need to teach you-"
"How long have you been in there?" Getting into hysterics was a bad, bad idea, yes, but you were dressed in only a towel, your arm was bleeding and your head was about to explode, so, if your voice had a particularly panicked tone, well... you had motive.
"I just got here, I wasn't... watching" The demon seemed to stumble upon his words.
You cradled your head in between your hands. Jesus Christ, the day had barely started and you already wanted to crawl back in bed. "Can it wait?"
"Yes, but-"
"Please, just... Go downstairs, give me a second"
The demon nodded and disappeared in a bright light and a loud snap that brought a buzz to your ears.
What the-…
When you walked down the stairs a part of you wished the red-haired demon would be gone, but to your despair, he was planted in the middle of your kitchen, his eyes stuck to a brightly coloured cookie jar. Despite his dramatic look what made your heart jump was not him, bu the big bird perched in one of the wooden chairs from the breakfast table. When she heard you enter the room, she twisted her head around and stared at you with... one, two... seven? Seven eyes. Lord. Her companion heard you as well, and in a likewise manner twisted around looking guilty. You wanted to ask him if he would like a treat for the bird, instead you asked him what did he needed you for.
"Leo" Eh? "My name" Oh. You introduced yourself.
Leo took a notebook from a hidden pocket in his black coat. "We need to go over some things" You eyed the clock hanging over the wall. The black tail of the cat ticked in a steady rhythm; it's eyes traveled from side to side, but you had the feeling it was somehow judging your life decisions. Nevertheless, you still had some time until school started, so you sat down at the kitchen table, motioning Leo to do the same.
"Before we begin, do you have any question?"
"Yeah, why were you in my shower stand?"
"I-... You passed out, so I-"
"Yeah I get that, but how did you got in there?"
"It's..." He was trying to place it with the right words, but seemed unable to. The silence extended, you thought he was just going to left that hanging, but he proceeded talking "It's easier to show you."
You wondered what he meant, but a bright light shined and much like the way he did a couple of minutes ago, he vanished into thin air.
"What?" You looked around, but were completely alone in the kitchen. The baby blue walls that your father used to always keep on patrol for any oil or sauce spills, would have given a dramatic contrast with the almost gothic appearance of the demon. You stood up, looking through the windows that gave to the back garden. Your mother's forgotten cops, dried and dead sat unbothered under the early sun, but no trace of a black coat or a red head. Where had he...?
The black bird made a deep noise that sounded an awful lot like human speech. You passed saliva. It's okay. You knew some birds could mimic sounds. It wasn't all that rare. Although, added to the eyes and the way she looked at you, It was creepy as fuck. "What was that?" you spoke with a trembling voice.
"Leo."
"Leo?"
The air in front of you changed and there he was, he was... too close. You breathed in deep, and received a whiff of coffee and something deeper, far more sinister that complimented the situation perfectly. He was so tall he towered over you; he was close enough for you to feel the heat emanating from his body and his face was… his eyes were...
You took a step back.
"So you appear" Nod. "Whenever I call?"
Leo hesitated. "It works on intent" He passed his hands through the front of his clothes, as if straightening imaginary wrinkles. "You don't need to call me, just..."
"Yeah, I didn't call you upstairs."
"You didn't need to, I was sort of, 'keeping an eye... Ear. Keeping an ear out'"
"And what, you heard me saying the word 'demon' but not the shower running?"
"I didn't hear you I... well I did hear your voice, but I wasn't outside the door or anything"
"Then where-? Oh." It finally fell on you what he was trying to say. "How does that actually work?" You motioned between the two of you. "The books weren't all that clear."
"The contract is inside of you." Leo pointed at the middle of your chest. The star. "That..." He struggled with his words "keeps a door of sorts, open."
You placed a hand over your sternum. Then, a feeling of heaviness around your heart made itself present. As downing as this whole affair seemed... You had a cause. You had a purpose. Last night when you opened your wrist you thought that was going to be it, and the fact that it didn't... well, that changed nothing. "Is there anything else?"
You saw him shift in his chair. He was uneasy and you could almost swear he didn't want to keep going. Regardless, he started reading from his notebook. "The caster, as solicitor, holds complete liberties over the course of action they might prefer to accomplish the given task through, although it is advised to follow the generic methodology presented by the casteé. In addition, the contract enforces the fulfillment of these commands to accelerate the process and to assert the caster wishes are seen trough."
"Wait, what does that mean? I can just boss you around?" Nod. "And you 'have' to do it?" Shrug. "Yikes."
Leo let out a big exhale of air. You had the feeling he was trying to calm himself down. "I need to see your brother soon, but for now, please tell me what exactly is his situation.”
You squirmed in the chair, already familiar with the drowning sensation that swallowed you whenever someone asked about Ben's many afflictions. "My parents were... rather old when they got Ben and the pregnancy was risky," There was a knot forming in the back of your throat, but you pushed it down. "My mom... she went through a lot and Ben was born sooner that we thought."
"How soon?" You noticed the demon was scribbling in the notebook from before.
"Near 28 weeks. He... started to get really sick; had problems breathing and the doctors hooked him to a respirator, but... because of how long he needed the machine, his lungs took some damage. Over the years it escalated, he was diagnosed around a year ago with chronic lung disease. It was supposed to get better over time, but... it hasn't."
"How old is your brother right now?"
"He will turn three in a couple of weeks," which brought to mind that you still had to plan something for his birthday. Last year he had been crazy for butterflies, so you managed to sneak a couple and let them flutter in his hospital room. The smile on his face was worth every second the nurses scolded you. This year, you wondered where on earth you were going to get a dinosaur.
"I see. Is that all?"
"No. He gets infections all the time, even in the hospital's 'sterile' chambers. He also had a very bad anemia that slowed down his growth." Leo was nodding you along, pen dancing over the paper.
>>He has... trouble learning. At the beginning the doctors guessed his brain hadn't developed correctly, but it seems fine in all of the scans," you leaned against the wall, talking about Ben always drained you emotionally. You wondered if anyone will notice if you skipped class today. You considered for a moment, but desisted upon realizing that staying home would just prolong your current conversation. You focused again on your train of thought. "We are just... stumbling in the dark at this point. All the other preemies in his wing stayed in the hospital only a couple of weeks, Ben lives there."
"Is there any chance I could look into his medical records, as well as your family's?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll have to look for them, though."
"I'll need some blood too."
A chill ran down your spine. Last night you had to pay a price in blood, maybe... "You want me to..." your hand gestured towards the kitchen knives.
Leo's eyes bored on you. He seemed strangely amused by your suggestion. “I mean a sample. From your brother?”
Embarrassment brought the color back to your face. Right.
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Confessionals {Kim Wonshik + Jung Taekwoon} ~Naughty November~
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Prompt: Leo and Ravi X Reader with CEO!AU prompt #1 please
Pairing: Taekwoon x Reader x Wonshik
Word Count: 4k
Warning: voyeurism
"Come on, admit it," Wonshik sighed, sipping his vanilla shake he had gotten from the small restaurant in the building. "...you sit at your little desk all day and she walks in and out and all you want to do is fuck that tight little ass of hers," He leans in toward Taekwoon who was on the other side of the desk, leaned back in his chair, dipping his french fries into the small cup of ketchup. "...don’t you?” Taekwoon eats the two fries held between his fingers, their ends covered in ketchup. He kinks a brow at the scenario set up in his friend's question. He brushed the salt off his fingers and readjusted his tie, he went to open his mouth but there was a knock on the door, "Speak of the devil..." Wonshik smirks before calling over his shoulder to invite you into the office. You push the door open, files under your right arm, a cup of coffee in your left hand. You put one leg in front of the other and walked into the room with confidence. Your hair was pulled back into it's usual, pristine bum, your glass resting on the bridge of your nose, you wore a tan pencil skirt and Wonshik tried not to focus too much on your ass when you took a seat next to him, you wore a black bouse in accompany to the pencil skirt and you never followed the rules of the office, your heels six inches tall-ivory colored, when confronted about wearing the type of shoe, you rolled your eyes and walked away.
"Hello, thank you Ms. Y/L/N for joining us, you'll have to excuse us, we had a late lunch." Taekwoon picks up the trash bin from beneath his desks and clears the contents of his desk, leaving the ivory desk clearer than anyone else's desk in the office-he was kind of a neat freak. You smile at his apology, acknowledging it.
"It's fine Mr.Jung, really, it's to my understanding that we're meeting today to discuss the statistics of the company for tomorrow's business meeting, correct?" You ask laying the file down on the desk, opening it pointing to a few things on the paper.
"Yes, thank you, I heard that it took three hours of overtime to gather these few facts, I appreciate your work." You smile and look over the paper, Wonshik leaning in to do the same.
"Not to lie I feel like the glue of the company, what would you silly boys do without me?" You joke with a light chuckle, crossing your legs, resting on arms on the armrests of the chair. Wonshik quickly glances over toward you, humoring himself by wetting his lips with his tongue. He tried to keep your relationship professional but sometimes his mind wanders as did everyone's and sometimes he thought about bending you over his desk, pushing your skirt up and teasing you with the tip of his cock under you were begging for him to fuck you.
"As you should," Taekwoon sighs, closing the folder, holding it up for the both of you to see one last time before he slid it into his drawer pushing it shut with a loud bang. "That will be all, thank you." You stand up and bow to both the man before walking out the room, shamefully both their eyes follow you out, the timing of the door closing in sync with their gulps. "God she is beautiful." Taekwoon rolls his head and looks to Wonshik who just stares back at him, giving the man a simple shrug. "You're dismissed Kim, I'll see you at the end of the day..." Wonshik pushes his chair back, bows to Taekwoon before turning on his heel and walking out the door, same as you did.
"You really have no clue how much he wants you." Wonshik murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming up around your back to unhook the black bra you had worn to work. "You know what the two of us were talking about before you knocked on the door?" Wonshik asks, his fingers delicately pulling the zipper of your pencil skirt down, and then dropping to his knees along with the skirt, revealing you were wearing no panties. "Naughty girl, I bet he would love this...to pull your skirt up and bend you over the nearest surface and fuck this sweet pussy of yours." He stands back up, pushing you against the vanity, kicking your feet further apart.
"You never told me," You whisper huskily, eyes raking your body, settling between your legs, "What the two of you were talking about before I came into the room." Wonshik kinks a brow, chuckling whilst shaking his head. He grabbed his cock and ran the tip of it against your wet slit,
"I forgot you got off on things like that...the thought of another man touching your body while your boyfriend watched...I wonder how wet you'd get if I sat in the chair I sat in today and watched Taekwoon fuck you on his desk..." He leaned over your body, eyes finding yours in the mirror of the vanity. He places a hot kiss to your shoulder before he pushes into you. You close your eyes, fingers gripping the edge of the vanity, walls convulsing around his throbbing member. "I would pay anything for Taekwoon to see this look on your face, the look as if you're just taking my cock for the first time ever..." He pulls out of you, placing his hands on the outside of yours, resting his forehead against your back before slamming back into you. The thrust full of such force the vanity shakes,
"Easy there boy," That statement has two different meanings, and Wonshik takes heed to both of them,
"I don't know maybe I should just ask him....I know you want to fuck him, he wants to fuck you, I want to watch him fuck you..." He picks his phone up off the vanity and dials Taekwoon's number.
"Wonshik what are you doing?" He doesn't respond and places his phone at your ear,
"Talk to him, baby girl, beg our boss to fuck that tight little pussy of yours...get him to say yes and I'll let you cum." One of your hands come up to hold the phone in place at your ear. Wonshik's hands fall to your hips and he continues his progressive ascent to his onslaught of your pussy.
"Hello, Wonshik? It's nine at night, why are you calling me so late?" Taekwoon's voice rings through the phone and you feel terrible for having called him so late, he sounded like he had been asleep.
"It's not Wonshik, Taekwoon-it's me, Y/N." Taekwoon furrows his brows, wondering what the two of you were doing together at such late hours of the night. "I've been dying to ask you..." You catch Wonshik's eyes in the mirror and they're dark, determined a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, I uh, I, well, to get straight to the point...I see the way you look at me Taekwoon," You coo through the phone after stammering over your words. "I know you want to fuck me," You click your tongue, "That's not right Taekwoon, you're not supposed to want to fuck your coworkers." Wonshik bashfully raises his brows, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "But if I'm being honest," Your voice drops to a whisper as if you were trying to hide something from someone in the room with you,"I've thought about fucking you as well Taekwoon," The man on the other end of the phone gasps and there's no response besides the sound of the phone being hung up. "The little bastard-" You narrow your eyes, setting the phone down, "-he hung up on me." Wonshik chuckles dropping his hand between your legs, fingers gathering to rub over your clit, your legs shaking, struggling to stay straight.
"Call him princess, get him to say yes to fuck this tight pussy of yours and I'll let you cum." You sigh and pick up the phone again hitting his contact to redial the number.
"Taekwoon?" You moan when he picks up the phone, "I've been thinking about you...I'm ashamed to admit it but you're such an attractive man, and I want to do so many naughty things to you, what do you say Taekwoon..." There's heavy breathing on the other end of the phone and you smile, "Taekwoon, are you touching yourself?"
"Y-yes." He breaths, jerking his hand along his cock.
"Hmm, I wish I could see," You giggle and Wonshik leans in, hearing Taekwoon's moans through the phone.
"We have an offer for you bud," Wonshik speaks for the first time of suggesting you call Wonshik, "My girlfriend, yes, Y/N-the hot girl in the office we're always talking about is my girlfriend, and she wants to fuck you...can you believe that?" Wonshik chuckles, his fingers quickening on your clit. "So the offer is...tomorrow, you're going to fuck Y/N on your desk-you're going to fuck her real good, and real hard, make her cum real hard and I'm going to watch." Taekwoon's breath hitches in his throat before he's cumming, his cum spilling over his knuckles in deep ropes of cum.
"O-okay, fuck, fuck that sounds hot."
"It does...so do we have a deal?" You ask Taekwoon, receiving an almost immediate yes, "Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow Taekwoon, have a nice night." You hang up the phone, hanging your head against the mirror.
"Good girl closing the deal baby girl...cum for me princess...cum for me." Your nails dig into the marble of the vanity, a screech leaving your lips as you shake your head, the orgasm hitting you hard.." You always cum so hard when someone's watching or listening in." Wonshik coos, not being able to enjoy the feeling of you cumming around him, pulling out to cum on your lower back. You look over your shoulder at him, and he chuckles looking up at you. "Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't wear panties tomorrow, we're in for a big day."
"Are you sure you want to do this Taekwoon? I don't want you to force yourself into anything for our entertainment." The usually cool and calm Taekwoon was nervous today, falling apart at the seems. You sat on his desk, a leg on either side of him as he sat in his chair, eyes nervously raking over your body, Wonshik's chair pulled to the side so he didn't miss a moment of the action. "Taekwoon?"
"Yes! Yes, I am sure. I want to do this," You smile at him, looking over at Wonshik who nodded for you to go on. You cup Taekwoon's cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip before leaning down, lips crashing into his. He's too nervous to do anything and you can tell by the way his tongue swipes over your bottom lip.
"Don't be shy," You giggle, grabbing his hands and moving them to your chest, "I know you're a dom, don't be intimidated by me, I'm still just plain ole Y/N." His squeezes your chest and you let out a small moan for his sake, and as planned this encourages him and he starts to deeply massage your tits, raking his teeth over his bottom lip.
"You're so much more than plain ole Y/N, I've watched you grow over the past four years in all kinds of ways and although I've tried to surpass these feelings I have for you it's incredibly hard to do so. As Wonshik said I sit at my desk all day and you walk in and out of my office and all I want to do it fuck the shit out of you, like legs over my shoulders, making you feel every inch of me, making you scream for me...god, the thoughts I've had about you would make a pornstar blush." Wonshik raises his brows and leans into the scene, his middle-section pressed against the desk. He was truly interested in the boss' choice of words.
"Such as?" You ask drawing out the 's', placing your hands over his, trailing them down your body, settling on your hips. You move your hands from his and finger walk up both his arms, smoothing out the crinkled suit over his shoulders.
"I-I shouldn't say," He blushes himself and you and Wonshik frown,
"Maybe another time, because I'd sure love to hear those dirty things you think of that'd make a pornstar blush." You move your hands to your lap, using your foot to push Taekwoon's chair back. After you have the room you take your heels off and slide them one by one to the end of the desk toward Wonshik. You stand up in-between his legs, "Unzip my skirt Taekwoon...." His fingers delicately scamper around your back and he pulls the zipper down with eagerness and caution. He pulls your skirt down your legs by the hem of the skirt--his eyes widening when he sees you have no panties on. "Just for you,"
"Sit up on the desk..." You do so without hesitation and he quickly looks over at Wonshik as if asking for permission,
"Don't worry about me...ask her." Taekwoon looks toward you, gently running his fingertips up your leg, You drape the leg over his shoulder, pulling him into you.
"The big boss' face buried between my thighs? Hell yeah." Taekwoon chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist the other holding onto the leg draped over his shoulder. He bows his head and his usually shaggy hair is slicked back, his eyes visible as he darts his tongue out to flick it over your clit. The action is simple, easy but you're already soaked, just from the fact that Wonshik was watching. Taekwoon notices and the first thought to cross his mind is to taste you, to taste all of you. He spreads your lips and presses the tip of his tongue against your clit, dragging it down your slit before pushing it into your tight entrance. You lean back on your left palm, letting the fingers of your right hand bury themselves in his hair, destroying his slicked back style. "Fuck!" He curls his tongue into your g-spot, gently rubbing his thumb against your clit. Your stomach convulses, back arching into his touch.
"Hmmm," Wonshik groans and you look over to find him stroking himself, he winks at you before nodding back toward Taekwoon. You look down at the older man, his eyes focused on your face, watching your every reaction to the way his tongue caressed your patch of nerves, his thumb pressing harder into your clit.
"I'm close," You warn him, "So close, god you are really talented with your tongue!" You let out a breathy chuckle, pulling him closer to your core. Taekwoon's hand comes up, removing your fingers from his hair and he pulls away from your core. "What the hell?" His hands find their way to your thighs, and his juice coated lips pull over his teeth in a smug smirk.
"My cock was growing jealous of my tongue...I need to be inside of you, like...now." He stands from his chair, hands leaving your thighs to undo his belt and the button of his slacks. He pushes them to his ankles, along with his red briefs-the color suited his complexion fairly well. You whistle in appreciation at the length and girth of his cock, he was two inches shy of Wonshik's cock but he was thick, god he was thick. "Do you need anything? Do you need me to wear a condom?" You shake your head, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"I'm on the pill." You smirk, reaching down to place the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your eyes meet his as you use your legs to push him into you. The look on his face was everything as your walls eagerly swallowed him. He held himself up on either side of you, his jaw-dropping, a breathy moan falling from his lips. Wonshik chuckles, his hand leaving his cock as his orgasm neared.
"I had that same reaction first time I felt her." Taekwoon finally opens his eyes, looking down at you,
"Are you going to move?" You tease, wagging your brows. Taekwoon nods, slowly drawing his hips from your form,
"Oh no you don't," Wonshik scolds, "You promised you'd fuck her...fuck her Taekwoon, fuck her good." Taekwoon unwraps your legs from his waist to throw them over his shoulders, he winks down at you before slamming back into you.
"Shit!" You hiss, his thick cock pushing deep into you at this new angle. Wonshik chuckles at your reaction,
"She loves that angle, becomes a fuming mess, you know you're fucking her good when all she can do is lay there and take your cock," All Wonshik speaks his hand on his cock begins to move quicker, his thumb messily flicking over his leaking slit. Your hands reach up, pulling Taekwoon closer to you, your legs move out to the side and Taekwoon presses his chest against yours. "The most intimate thing is to kiss..." Wonshik runs his index finger over his bottom lip, slowing his hand along his cock. "Kiss her Taekwoon, let her taste herself on your tongue." Taekwoon softly presses his lips against yours, your tongue swipes over his bottom lip and he parts his lips allowing your tongue to lick into the heat of his mouth. You caress his tongue with yours, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Taekwoon's thrusts are sharp, hard, his cock pushes into you over and over again, your juices gushing around his cock. He reaches over, swiping his entire hand over your clit, his actions jerky, erratic, almost desperate for you to cum. "He's close princess, I can tell by the way he's thrusting into you, the way he's moving his fingers over your clit, almost desperate for you to cum because he's so close." Taekwoon has to pull away from the kiss, his breath becoming harder to catch as he nears his own orgasm. "Fuck!" Wonshik grunts, his seed hitting the side of Taekwoon's desk, the thick and sticky seed dripping down the side of the desk in heavy beads. "I'm sorry-" Wonshik looks up at the both of you from the side of the desk to find you shaking as your orgasm hits you.
"Cum inside of me Taekwoon, fill me with your cum..." Your toes curls and Taekwoon pushes your legs further apart, fingers still moving over your clit until he twitches inside of you, his seed filling you shortly after so. "Thatta boy," You coo, raking your nails against his scalp, tightening your walls around him, easing him through his orgasm as he had down with you. Taekwoon pulls out of you and sits in his chair, chest rising and falling, hair sticking up in every which way.
"Thank you." The two words repeatedly roll off his tongue, and he pulls his briefs and slacks up, weakly buttoning them up and tightening his belt. Wonshik does the same, both men sitting there, trying to catch their breaths. Taekwoon grabs your skirt off the floor and pulls it back onto you, he doesn't bother with the zipper, sitting back in his chair. "So is this going to be a common thing?" Taekwoon looks between you and Wonshik, a hopeful look on his face.
"Wonshik?" You ask, standing up on your shaky legs, pulling the zipper up. "What do you say, baby?"
"If that's what you want." Wonshik smiles watching you slip your heels on.
"Yeah, he's earned his way in." You cup his chin, quickly pecking his lips. "Who knew the boss had it in him, oh yeah, I did, Mr.Kim you're a total fucking dom." You and Wonshik gather at the front of his desk, smiling from ear to ear. You rake your fingers through your hair a few times before settling on pulling it back into a ponytail.
"Okay, that's settled then. I'll see you both later on...for now, you're both dismissed."
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Steel Hearts [part 3]
so it has been almost a year and a half since I’ve posted anything new with this one and I am horribly sorry for that ... the first third of this part has been sitting in my drafts pretty much the entire time :/ ... a lot of stuff has come up and this series (and the corresponding one with Ken - and the other boys have their own storylines as well that have yet to be written - they’re all plotted out so if you’re curious feel free to ask) has gotten sort of pushed aside ... here’s the next part of the series ... I hope you enjoy and it is perhaps the smallest bit worth the wait? .... I hope you all are having a good day / night! :) ... feel free to drop a message in the askbox or chat about whatever ...
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Drama / Sci-fi / AU
You watched as a dark haired man limped into the room before Ken rushed over and helped him to a table that was surrounded with various tools. “I told you the adjustments would need to be tested out before you were back to taking on the races. I don't know why you let Hyuk talk you into those stupid bets.” Ken fussed at the guy as he went about gathering tools and such before pulling up a stool and pulling up the guy's pants leg.
“What bets are you talking about? I thought I told you both that Sanghyuk was to stay out of your reckless adrenaline junkie races and such?” Iris stood and stalked over to the pair, and you watched as both men cringed away from her. She hit the other guy on the arm and grabbed the back of Ken's neck in a hold. “What exactly was the challenge this time? And where is that little shit, I'm going to set him straight.” She turned to the other man with a glare. “And don't tell me it was rooftop jumping again. Because you know you have an advantage, but he's stubborn enough to do it anyways.”
You watched in amusement as the other guy seemed to almost try to shrink away from Iris. “It wasn't jumping. At least it didn't-” He let out a small yelp of pain when she hit him again. “I made sure he wouldn't get hurt, Iris. I promised you-”
Iris had turned to walk over to a cabinet along the other wall and pulled out a few things before walking back over and tossing some in the other guy's lap. “Wash your face. I'll deal with you after I take care of Star's ankle.” She glanced to Ken with a look you knew was speaking some secret comment between them. “Just make sure I didn't spend all that time looking after this buffoon for him to get caught or die. Maybe we should put a tracker in him so we can keep him from running off.”
Ken burst out laughing and reached to lightly graze his fingers with hers as she started back towards you, before he turned back to the other guy and started unscrewing things on his leg. “Maybe I should make him a shock collar to go with it. Even put a tag on the front with 'Ravi' engraved on it.”
Iris laughed as she knelt down in front of you and started to wrap a cloth around your ankle. You had been watching the interaction a bit curiously, trying to understand the dynamic and how exactly you were going to get back to safety and hopefully keep you and your sister out of the detainment centers. You weren't sure about staying with the rebels, especially given the fact that there had just been a large scale sweep called for again. Although it looked like you were stuck here for the moment.
The main worry about staying here wasn't yourself exactly. You were more worried about your what would happen to your sister. She had been your first thought for the last several years since your parents' disappearances. Iris had finished wrapping your ankle and you could tell just by how it felt that you were going to be practically immobile for the next several days. You would have to trust the rebels to bring your sister here safely. There was no other alternative it seemed.
Without thinking about it, you found yourself staring at the guy they had called Ravi, trying to figure out how out how he was going to get your sister. He seemed to be nearly covered in tattoos with several droid limbs as well. All together he looked intimidating and someone you had warned your sister about. And while you knew she could take care of herself in a fight if something were to happen (as you had made sure of it after your parents disappeared), you also didn't want her to have any reason to fight.
Ravi ducked his head, a light blush creeping over his face. “How long are you going to stare? I mean, is there a reason you're staring?”
Ken burst out laughing before Iris covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop, the lot of you. I'm sure Star is nervous about her sister, and probably in a bit of pain from her ankle. We just set N to charge so it will be a few hours before he's back to help, but I can give you some medicine and you can try to sleep?”
“N will be charged again soon, love.” Ken's voice was softer as he moved to lightly rest his hand on her shoulder. They seemed to be having a silent conversation again and you turned your head as she flinched before leaning into the embrace that Ken pulled her into. You weren't sure what exactly was wrong with Iris, but watching the two of them interact made your chest tighten.
“Ravi can get your sister. He's completely safe. So there's no reason to worry.” You turned to Leo, having almost forgotten about the enforcement droid who had been sitting silently beside you. “Is there anything he should know to help get your sister to come with him?”
“Uhm, if it will put you at ease, I have a younger sister myself. She's ..” Ravi trailed off and absently wiped at his face with the towel Iris had tossed at him.
You saw Leo flinch out of the side of your eye and turned to him with a slight raise of your eyebrow, but rather than meeting the droid’s eyes, he had his eyes and head tilted down. That confused you even more.
“Here you go. This should help.” You glanced back to see Iris holding a small cup and bottle of water with a small smile. “It’s just a simple pain medication. It should help you to relax.”
“I’ll be finished with Ravi’s leg in just a moment. It wasn’t anything serious. Then Ravi and Leo can go get your sister. You can rest in one of the spare bedrooms.” Ken didn’t look up from where he had moved to sit back in front of Ravi. “Just a few simple basic adjustments and then he should be good to go.”
Ravi scoffed with a slight hint of a smile. “You do remember that this is technically my place? You can’t just throw around rooms and such without my permission.” Ravi turned to face you again. “You can take one of the spare bedrooms. Iris can show you which ones are free. I think there’s even a pair of rooms that are connected, if you were worried about your sister.”
You turned to him, trying to give him a smile and nod of thanks. They didn’t have to be as kind to you as they were being. A little voice in the back of your head warned you that they were going to try and get something from you. That there were ulterior motives. You tried to push those thoughts aside and just mumbled a soft ‘thank you’ before opening the bottle of water and taking the medication that Iris had given you. Because as much as you might hate to admit it, your ankle had started to really hurt again.
Ken’s voice caught your attention again as he stood and held out a hand to Ravi to help pull him up. “Okay, test it out. But don’t do anything crazy. And you can’t have any more of the races with Hyuk for at least a month.” Ken blanched at the look Iris turned and gave him before he corrected himself. “I mean, ever. No more races. Nope. None.”
You couldn’t keep from chuckling slightly at how easily he had been chastised and corrected by Iris. Their dynamic intrigued you. It was obvious they cared deeply for each other, the looks on their faces towards each other were more than enough proof of that. But unlike most of the other relationships that you had seen, aside from your parents’ relationship, it was generally the male who had the power and say in things. Theirs was obviously different.
“Okay, I think you’re all set. Be careful this time. I don’t want to keep building new limbs for you. I do have other things to work on, you know?” The teasing in Ken’s voice contradicted the harsh words, and Ravi seemed to be more than accustomed to this as he just rolled his eyes with a nod.
“Yes, of course. Your precious work.”
Iris hit him on the arm with a frown. “Half of your body is his ‘precious work’ so I would be grateful if I were you.” Ravi flinched back slightly, nodding in an almost hurried way as she stared at him for a moment. Iris turned back to you with a small smile. “You said something about a special knock?”
You nodded quickly, having nearly forgotten that you had yet to share the secret that you had come up with as yet another way to try to keep your sister safe. “Yes, of course. You have to know the secret knock when you tell her that I sent you to pick her up. She’s been taught not to trust people. Especially anyone who wants to take her somewhere.” You couldn’t stop sending a quick glance to Leo, who’s face blushed slightly. “After you say that I’ve sent you to pick her up, you need to do this.” You proceeded to tap out the knock on the table that you were sitting on before glancing between Ravi and Leo. “Don’t say anything in between or wait for a response from her. She’s been told to stay silent and hidden if anyone knocks, at least until they do the secret knock.”
You glanced between the two of them again, making sure that they were both paying attention. “When you get to the door, knock like regular, tell her I sent you to pick her up, and then repeat the secret knock. It might take a few moments for her to come to the door, but when she opens it, whisper her name and use mine when you tell her to open the door. Her name is Selene. Don’t stand out in the hallway too long. If anyone sees you, it won’t be good.” You sighed, trying not to let the idea of leaving your sister’s fate in the hands of complete strangers overwhelm you too much. “Now, repeat the knock back to me.”
You glanced between the two of them, waiting to see who would be the first to try. Leo dropped his eyes before quickly tapping out the knock on the table. It was a little surprising that he managed to get it right on the first try, and your face must have shown it because Ravi laughed. “He’s an enforcement droid, remember? Even if we did reprogram some things and they abandoned him as scrap metal, he is still a droid.”
You turned to look back at Leo, frowning slightly to yourself. Ravi was right. He was still an enforcement droid. “You can’t be blonde. She will never open the door if you’re still blonde.”
Leo stood with a nod. “I’ll go change it again. When I get back, we can go.”
Ravi nodded in return before motioning to the doorway. “I need to change. Maybe wear something that hasn’t been cut by our resident mad scientist.”
“Hey! I’m not a mad scientist! I’m not even a scientist, I’m an engineer!” Ken’s voice was loud and you could hear the playful arguing tone. “But fine, next time you need any repairs or adjustments or even a new limb don’t come asking me.” You watched as he stuck his tongue out at Ravi and crossed his arms over his chest before stomping off to a corner where he started doing some sort of work.
Ravi just laughed before turning back to you with a small smile. “We’ll bring your sister back quickly. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to her. Leo won’t either.” His smile dimmed a little and you were almost afraid he would say something about how impossible this whole idea was and how he was throwing you out onto the streets. Instead he just nodded before turning to Iris. “You can give her any of the rooms.” He turned back to you for a moment. “You should rest. You look exhausted.”
Before you could say anything in return, he had turned and walked out of the room. Iris moved to stand in front of you and held out a hand. “Come on, I’ll show you to a room you can take. He was right about one thing at least. You look close to collapsing.” You started to protest that you needed to be here when they came back with your sister, but Iris shook her head. “It won’t work. You can’t take care of her if you don’t take care of yourself as well. Trust me on this. Get some rest while they go bring her back. I’ll come let you know when they get back. Don’t worry.”
You could tell there was something behind Iris’ words, but you had to admit, you were tired. The pain from your ankle didn’t help much either. Carefully standing, you took her hand and let her help you walk out of the room. “You both will be safe here. Try not to worry.”
You were led to a small room that held only a bed and what looked to be a small desk. “It isn’t much. We don’t keep too much down here. I’m sure you can understand. But try to relax and rest a little bit. You can’t take care of your sister without making sure to take care of yourself, Star.” Iris helped you over to the bed, letting you sit down lightly. She turned back to the door. “I’ll leave you alone now. Hopefully the medicine will help take some of the pain. I’ll come let you know when the boys get back with your sister. Get some rest.”
You nodded as she walked out and shut the door. The medicine was starting to dull the pain in your ankle and you felt the exhaustion catching up with your body. You shifted on the bed to lay down, not bothering to crawl under the blanket. Before you could let yourself worry, you felt yourself falling asleep.
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Baby Kicks ~ Jung Taekwoon
Your eyes went wide at the sudden feeling of kicking against the side of your stomach, placing your hand over it. You weakly called out to Taekwoon, but he was nowhere to be found as you rolled slightly onto your side so that you could relax into the cushion that Taekwoon had left for you.
The gentle taps continued to come as you waited for Taekwoon to come back from the bathroom, waving him over as soon as the door opened. He was clueless as he sat down on the bed, feeling your hand wrap around his wrist straight away.
“What’s going on?” He asked you as you used your spare hand to lift the material of your shirt up so that you could place Taekwoon’s hand where you wanted it. “Is everything alright?”
You didn’t say a word, allowing your bump to do the talking as Taekwoon sat patiently with you. You were convinced that your baby had decided to settle, however as you rolled to shuffle just a little bit once again, the kick came that you had been searching for, catching perfectly where you had placed Taekwoon’s palm.
“Did the baby just kick?” He whispered, staring across at you with wide eyes, moving his hand around a little bit to feel for anything else. “Did that really just happen?”
“They’ve been wriggling around for quite a while whilst you’ve been in there,” you smiled.
Taekwoon’s head shook as he managed to catch yet another kick, feeling his heart race. His eyes turned down to look at your bump, chuckling softly in disbelief as yet another step in your pregnancy was ticked off of the list of things that Taekwoon was waiting to happen.
“How are you? Are you alright?” He asked, placing his other hand against your waist to keep you laying securely. “Are the kicks hurting you at all?” Taekwoon then added, relieved when your head shook back at him.
“It just feels a little funny,” you shyly laughed, glancing down at your bump too, “it really puts into perspective that there is a baby there and not just something that we see on a scan.”
It was a huge moment for Taekwoon too, having cuddled up to your bump for several weeks hoping that the first kick from your baby would come. “I bet they’re going to be kicking constantly soon,” he chuckled, “I can’t wait to be able to feel all of them.”
Your baby was still a couple of months away from arriving, but Taekwoon was already all over them, and you. If he had it his way, you would already be on bed rest and not moving at all, but you were a little too independent to let him do absolutely everything for you.
You knew that as your pregnancy went on though, Taekwoon’s help was going to be a huge benefit to you and something that you would absolutely need too.
“Do you need me to get you a pillow to rest on to be more comfortable?” Taekwoon asked you, keeping his eyes on you every single time that you moved. “I can go and get one of the ones out of the spare bedroom if you want one. How are you going to be able to sleep tonight if the baby is kicking you?”
Your head shook, encouraging Taekwoon to calm himself down. “I’m completely fine, and the baby isn’t going to kick forever too, it might take a little bit longer for me to get to sleep while their kicking, but they will stop.”
Taekwoon nodded as he let go of a deep sigh, “I’ve always wondered what this moment in pregnancy would feel like, but I never imagined it would be as surreal as this, our baby kicks so hard.”
You nodded in agreement with him, “tell me about it, my sides are going to be bruised and battered by the end of pregnancy, I’ve got a good couple of months of this yet.”
The thought of you being in pain from day one of your pregnancy had terrified Taekwoon, no matter how exciting the reward for it would be. For months the two of you had been trying to get pregnant, and when you finally did, he was on top of the world for weeks, struggling to believe that it was finally happening for you both.
Taekwoon didn’t know where to look as he continued to feel around for anymore signs of kicks from your baby. “I can’t believe they decided to kick when I was out of the room,” he huffed, eventually settling to look up at you with a pout on his face.
Your shoulders shrugged back at him, reaching your arm down to run your hand through his air. Despite the many cuddles that Taekwoon had given your bump, and many conversations they had shared too, your baby decided to wait until Taekwoon was gone.
“Maybe they decided that they prefer me to you,” you teased, watching Taekwoon’s smile drop, “letting me know that they prefer it when you’re not around to talk to them.”
“Don’t mess with me like that,” Taekwoon frowned, “I know that the baby loves listening to me.”
Your head nodded in response to him as Taekwoon brought his lips towards your bump, pressing several light kisses to it before mumbling words that were so quiet that not even you could pick up on what it was that Taekwoon was saying to them.
As the two of you began to settle, you were sure that your baby had done too, however as soon as Taekwoon began to move his hand away from the side of your bump, another kick came, letting the two of you know that they weren’t happy about the fact that Taekwoon had moved away. You grabbed his hand, quickly placing it back where it was to make sure that your baby knew that he hadn’t gone anywhere.
There was a look of confusion on Taekwoon’s face momentarily until you explained to him what had gone. Straight away he pressed his hand a little tighter against your bump to make sure that your little one knew that he was there.
His heart raced as he looked over your bump, struggling still to believe that as he felt the little taps that they belonged to his child. It was the first real sign of life that either of you had had from them, leaving the two of you both stunned as you rested.
“I don’t think we’ll get used to this for a while,” you whispered.
“Properly ever,” Taekwoon laughed as he moved his hand around the bump, “it’s the most touching thing to know that they’re in there.”
“They’ve been in there for a little while,” you teased, continuing to play with his hair, “it’s alright for you when you’re not the one actually getting kicked.”
Taekwoon’s eyes flickered up to look up at you again with a sympathetic smile on his face. “You know that I’ll be here to look after you all the time, especially when the baby decides to kick a little too hard against you.”
“I know, we’re both incredibly lucky to have you here with us,” you replied with a matching smile.
“I’m the lucky one,” Taekwoon firmly corrected, “not only do I have you, but now you’re growing my child, something that I, we, have looked forward to for so long.”
“We’re both pretty lucky right now.”
“I agree, there’s nothing more overwhelming and touching then becoming parents.”
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Vixxtober 2022
This will be my first time participating in something like this + bc of circumstances I am starting later than most folks in other fandoms & doing things a bit differently! Translation: I apologize in advance for the person I am about to become & the mess that will ensue as I attempt to pull this off. I have a plan but I also have a life, so if you notice that I skip around or anything, no you don’t <3
Most of these works will contain smut. Please read the content warnings!
Pairings will basically be announced on an update-to-update basis. I’m not really the plan in advance type (I usually write whatever I’m in the mood for when it comes to shorter works) + if anyone else decides to do this they too can pick whatever pairings they want!
Works will be posted on my ao3 + tagged on this post ·ᴗ·
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❦ Week One (10/1-10/8)
— Overstimulation ❧ Ken, Leo, Hyuk (explicit)
— “Tuck in your shirt” ❧ Neo (general)
❦ Week Two (10/9-10/15)
— Aftercare ❧ Chabin (general)
— Creature scenario ❧ Chabin (explicit)
— “Come to bed” ❧ Kenvi (general)
— “Spread your legs, sweet thing” ❧ Chasang (explicit)
— “You have the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen” ❧ Hyuken (general)
❦ Week Three (10/16-10/22)
— Spanking ❧ Sanghyuk solo* (explicit)
— Shower sex ❧ Luck (explicit)
— “Hey, kiss me?” “You’re bleeding on my carpet” ❧ Hyuken (general)
— “Sounds like a you problem” ❧ Hyukbin (general)
❦ Week Four (10/23-10/29)
— Lingerie ❧ Keo (explicit)
— Creampie ❧ Chaken (explicit)
— Morning sex ❧
— “You know I’m not real…don’t you?” ❧
— “What are you doing to me?” ❧ Kenbin (explicit)
❦ Week Five (10/30-10/31)
— ot6; Hongbin-centric ❧ Hongbin solo* (explicit)
— “Do you believe everything you read?” ❧ Chabin (general)
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Jung Taek Woon (VIXX) Kinky* Reading
Hello and welcome!
I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.
Disclaimer:
I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.
If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.
Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Deck: Runic Tarot
Spread: Kinky*
Questions:
Position
Libido
Turn On
Kink
Dirtiest Secret*
Full Name: Jung Taek Woon
Stage Name: Leo
Group: VIXX
Masterpost: VIXX
Jung Taek Woon
Leo (VIXX)
Deck: Runic Tarot
Spread: Kinky*
Position - 3 of Swords
Surprisingly enough it looks like Leo is actually more on the submissive side of a spectrum. He can actually grow sort of apathetic in the relationship, leaving everything to his partner, which can be infuriating for them. They better not try to punish Leo with silent treatment. He will indulge in it, silence isn’t a punishment, that’s when he thrives and becomes the happiest. Lol.
Libido - XXI The World
Leo is a wholesome lover. He might be pretty ignorant about important dates like birthdays or anniversaries, he doesn’t talk much, your family and friends might think he’s your imaginary boyfriend because he always finds a good excuse not to meet them, but damn, will he make it worth it when he goes down on his lover. Leo has an exceptional intuition and will hit the right spots at first try without his partner even telling him where those sweet spots are.
Turn On - 5 of Pentacles
Leo is a good night in shining armour. He will instinctively feel attracted to damsels in despair (or blokes in trouble, if you want). He will come for a rescue, save the day, defeat the dragon and wake up the princess with a kiss. Whatever it takes. It’s funny how much activity he gives in at the meeting when he becomes passive afterwards. Maybe the fun is in the chase for him.
Kink - 7 of Pentacles
Leo is likely to have a thing for praising and he’s more likely on the receiving end. He likes to feel valued and admired but he won’t accept empty flattering on his looks. Leo wants his partner to notice his professional and personal achievements and compliment him on them. And some praising of his love making skills will also make him happy and blushing.
Dirtiest Secret* - IX The Hermit, 5 of Cups
I don’t even know how to begin here. The image I got with this one… I’m blushing. Anyway! Imagine Leo relaxing on a sofa like a lazy big cat, his eyes nearly closed but not completely, he’s gazing down, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and sinking in increasing tempo. His lover is on their knees and paying extra attention to Leo’s manly parts. Leo is not required to do anything, only watch and indulge himself in the delightful feeling. That’s probably his favourite fantasy.
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🎄merry xmas! last request from last batch will be uploaded tonight! (aka my ask is open and you should totally request ;))
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Replacement
Obsession is what drives Leo. He will not be thwarted
Yandere, Horror
Word count 646
Jung Taek-woon, known simply as Leo, sits and broods.
☆Everything is done and you got your wish
While I'm being swept away against my wish
Your predetermined words and feelings too
I’m used to it so never mind
You came in as you liked and filled my heart
Now you turn away from me to say bye bye
There's nothing left but the void you left behind and I, ooh☆
"Bitch!" His anger bubbling to a boil.
Recalling the flowers he sent and were returned along with his gifts.
"Bitch!".
Remembering the cold hard stare when she said goodbye, the words spoken cut deep and wound.
"Bitch!".
"I need you right here!"
The tarot cards say you are mine!
♡Shoot me down, kill mе now
It's a fight I’ll never win♡
Sitting at the piano, memories invade tormenting and haunting him, standing he hits the keys of the piano.
Pacing in silence, thoughts running rampant.
"Soon my love, soon, we will be together once more, this time you will not leave!".
♧
He watches her, following her.
Through the lens of his binoculars he yearns from afar.
She constantly infects his thoughts.
Sleep no reprieve as he dreams of the object of his obsession
Everything and everywhere is a constant reminder of his loss.
"Soon" he mutters, watching her sleeping.
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From his parked vehicle, he sees her, eating dinner with her bitch Mother and sister.
'Fucking bitch, dining out with others, in their restaurant!'
"I'll wipe that smile off their faces"
"Soon".
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Hidden by trees and shrubs he does his surveillance .
Her smile and laughter only serves his resolve to carry out his plan.
He watches as the sun moves and the rays illuminating her glorious mane.
Knowing soon he will be running his fingers through her hair once again.
As the sun moves, his target does as well, placing her blanket under the shade the tree offers.
As she eats her lunch, chicken and a vegetable plate and fruit, he watches. As she sips on her iced tea, her lips caressing the aluminum can, "soon" he whispers "our lips will blend as one".
As she throws food for a curious squirrel, he recalls how she fed him.
Exotic food foreplay.
"Fucking squirrel. She's mine!"
As she lays on the blanket chatting with her Mother and sister, he remembers times they shared an afternoon bodies entwined. A moan involuntarily escapes his lips.
Knowing his love she will need a bathroom break soon.
That's when he will strike!
"Soon!".
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He waited patiently, devised his plan, nothing or no one will stand in his way. It's been a long arduous journey, mishaps and errors, the experiments finally came to fruition.
Today all his dedication and devotion will pay dividends.
"Right on cue" he smiles. As he sees her gathering rubbish and heading towards the bins, he knows her next destination.
He silently waits.
As she enters the park bathroom she is ambushed and dragged into a stall, a ketamine syringe quickly injected into her arm.
She quickly loses consciousness.
Leo kisses his love, gently swoops her into his arms and discreetly carries her to his vehicle, where he places her in the backseat.
"Now for stage two" he mutters.
The replacement is activated.
Walking towards the mother and sister.
Leo watches this all very important stage of his plan.
As the replacement takes his love spot, all seems well.
She is accepted.
The sister comments on the replacement's eyes.
"The sun" is the answer the sister receives.
The sister accepts this, but an uneasy feeling prevails.
Smiling, he hops into his vehicle and drives away with his love.
Leo drives the object of his desire to her new and forever home.
As he settles his unconscious love into her new home he kisses her forehead.
"This time my love. You will not say goodbye".
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1st Picture: April 11, 2023: "And that's how everything's turning red all over the place after I saw this heart shattering news that it became my lifetime traumatic nightmare finally came true that as I felt the cracking pain into my heart and tears streaming down right onto my eyes and face that I could imagine myself that I was captured and trapped into a dark black void filled with red threads like blood, signaling that my life will never ever be the same again. Scarlet red to be exact.
And that's when I gave this lifetime trauma dream a special name. A special name of a lifetime trauma dream that it could turned everything scarlet red all over the place as my life will never ever be the same again.
I called this lifetime trauma dream that turns everything scarlet red as...
Scarlet Dreams."
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Second Picture: March 11, 2024: "I'm the Scarlet Dream Girl who lived in a Scarlet Dream World.
I faced two Scarlet Dreams that it took a toll of my entire life...and it caused to be completely lost that's being a part of me.
And I faced too many heartaches and heartbreaks, tragedies, conflicts, unhappy endings, shattered memories and never ending nightmares that it made me think how the world today has lost its hope and humanity.
One more moment that's about taking away all the happy things from me, I'm going to broke myself into tears, tear my heart out, and my life will never EVER be the same again.
Because why...? I'm already traumatized enough...ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!"
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Today, April 11, 2024, marks the 1st Anniversary of Scarlet Dreams aka the day Ravi's departure from VIXX due to the "scandal" that he didn't deserve the hate he has been giving last April 11, 2023.
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Leo “Soulmate AU”
Y/N’s POV
My pen jabbed at my skin as I scribbled the times and places of my schedule on my arm. “Sorry soulmate. Busy day today.” I mumbled to myself and clicked my pen shut.
You see my poor soulmate is victim to my disorganized scribbles. Whatever gets written or drawn on my skin, appears on his. Have I met him? No, I only know this because he scribbled song lyrics on his arm once, which appeared on mine as well. The lyrics were beautiful so I didn’t mind. But my poor, poor soulmate, gets my daily schedule scribbled onto his arm everyday.
Leo’s POV
I sat in the studio and stared at my arm. The little, barely legible scribbles were appearing fast and it made me smile. Whoever my soulmate was, she was disorganized. “What are you smiling about, hyung?” Hyuk came and sat next to me. “Nothing.” I mumbled and rolled my sleeve back down.”Ahh, your soulmate again.” He said and I just looked at him. “She writes where she’s going everyday and what time. Go find her, hyung.”Hyuk said and smiled.
What if she didn’t want me, though. I come off cold, everyone knows it. I didn’t want to scare her off.
“Do it. You’re her soulmate. She’ll love you regardless.” Hongbin said and all the guys joined in. “Besides, it’s not like she has a choice. She’s kind of stuck with you.” Wonshik said and Hakyeon smacked him. “She’ll love you.” Hakyeon added and glared at Wonshik. “Where’s she now, Hyung?” Hyuk asked, tugging my sleeve. Gently, I rolled my sleeve up. “11:30 a.m get coffee before interview, 12:00 job interview (bussiness of your choice).” I read and pushed myself off the ground. “I’ll be back later.”I added and left.
Hopefully, I would be in time before her interview, I had the gut feeling she would be nervous. I sprinted, hoping my athletic background would get me there on time.
Y/N’s POV
I stood infront of the building, shaking in my boots as I sipped my coffee. My nerves were getting the better of me and I was really considering skipping out on the interview.
“Hey, Hey!”A male’s voie rang out from behind me. I turned around and saw a tall, lean man with cat-like eyes approaching me. “You’re my soulmate.” He said and my eyes widened in shock. No name, no moment to prepare, just a direct confession.
“Excuse me?” I stuttered and he looked at me with a panic. “I know it’s sudden. But look.” He said, pulling up his sleeve. Sure enough, there it was, my list. Surprise filled my features. “I know it’s a surprise. But you have a job interview. You got this and we’ll grab lunch later. I’m Taekwoon.” He spoke and I was speechless. “Good to know you’re as awkward as I usually am. Go, you’ll be late...?” “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” I said and he smiled. “Go, I’ll be here, waiting.”
A/N: AAAAH this was fun to write. Leo is my ult bias so yeah this was great!!!
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"Yes, I understand that y/n but do they really need a key to the house." Taekwoon gave a poor protest.
I rolled your eyes "Yes Tae, yes they do.. What if something happens and we aren't there to stop it?"
He slightly pouted, so I poked his cheek gently. We don't get into a lot of fights normally but this was kinda on going.
His parents sat behind us pretending they weren't listening but Taekwoon knows they're listening, I mean he's known them for his whole life. Its crazy that you'll only ever know half your parents life yet, they'll know all of yours.
"Why don't you want them to have a key Leo?"
He sighed looking at his parents who gave up on pretending that they weren't listening to us and were now looking at us. He tried keeping his voice at a low whisper but his already soft voice made it hard for me to hear him and the kids weren't helping.
"Im sorry Taekwoon i can't hear you." I said slightly irritated.
He stepped closer a slight blush forming on his face. "What if they walk in on us...doing things.."
I raised my brows and played dumb. "What do you mean by 'doing things.'?"
He turned around slightly before facing me again. "You know.. Having..."
I cut him off "Ohh you mean having sex?"
He put his hand over my mouth,his face red with embarrassment his mom looked our way.
I ripped his had off my face and put on my innocent voice and said "Sweetheart, they had to fuck for you to get here."
Leo looked shocked and abit scared of what his parents would say, his mom merely nodded her head where his father just confirmed my statement and gladly took the keys out of my hands.
"Well Taekwoon she's not wrong.."
Taekwoon just hid his face in his hand and walked away.
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Fluffy
The evening was perfect.
The wind was blowing gently through the trees around your apartment; not too loud but just loud enough to create a soothing whooshing sound every so often. The temperature was perfect; not freezing cold, but not warm or humid either. The lights in your apartment were dimmed, creating the perfect ambiance, soft enough to allow the lights from outside to cast a soft glow on the place, making it just bright enough to see what you were doing and where you were stepping.
You were in bed with your boyfriend Taekwoon, surrounded by a plethora of soft, comfy pillows, one or two beneath you. You were at peace emotionally, but a powerful storm was raging through you in every other way. Emotionally, you shifted between states of pure overwhelming bliss and intense feelings of joy, stemming from the fact that sexually you were currently your boyfriends an insatiable little sex doll.
You were currently laying with your legs to your chest lost in his dark brown eyes; currently hooded from pleasure, yet still seemingly burning holes into the very fabric of your existence with the intensity of the look in his eyes. A mixture of raw carnal lust and an almost reverent adoration of your body. Mentally, you were a broken mess of a slut.
The only barely coherent words that you could think and vocalize was a cyclic string of begging for Daddy to go faster so that you could cum as he moved with slow, and deliberately deep strokes until he was satisfied with your desperate pleas for a release, only to chuckle darkly and, just barely increasing his speed, double the force of his movements, driving himself deep within your core and, as far as you were concerned, the depths of your sanity until you were screaming his name, over and over, like a prayer.
Then ultimately, your pathetic whines and whimpers as over-stimulation inevitably kicked in as you came down from your high only to realize that he just. Didn’t. Stop. You’d look up into his eyes, a slight pout on your soft, supple lips, a haze in your eyes and desperation in your voice as you softly begged.
Cries of “Please. Please Oppa” could be heard between your whimpers followed by whispers of “I can’t take anymore. Please-” which would be cut off by a chuckle, then his soft, melodious, yet firm voice saying, barely above a whisper,
“No, Daddy isn’t done with you.”
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