#Kim Jungwoo x Black Reader

[lavender-z-love]

Lipstick

Kim Jungwoo X Black.Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, 18+, Switch, Fluff, Home Coming.

Warnings: Mentions of biting, Pet names, Terms of endearment, fluff, slight aftercare, alot ov Seggs so please–

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: After a long tour across the world, you boyfriend finally returns to you. You plan something special for him, and so does he!

A/n: I know, Its a really long smut. It's literally not my fault- I saw jungwoo's 2 baddies photos and deadass busted a nut. My god this man is so fine. ☠️ Anyway— 90% of it is sex and the other 10% is like story or whatever— It's really in detail and gets in there so if you don't like that, feel free to stop reading and finish another time!

Wordcount: 4.1k

Part uno: Here

Part Dos: SOON

Jungwoo was busy with the promotions lately. He hadn't been home in a while. Translating to a couple of months; seven to be exact. Even before that, he'd come visit you then eventually he would stop once he began to finish his schedules late into the night. Needless to say he was exhausted. Finally the boys would have some free time, when Jungwoo got back to Seoul he told you he'd be back to you in an hour or so. So you had planned something special for his returning to you. In all honesty you were planning this for the last couple of days, now today was the day to follow through your welcome home gift.

A soft purple set you picked up from a store you had gone to hours prior. A lacy bra, which contained such pleasing little patterns on the cups. The bra contained lacy white ripples along the underwire and another layer of lace ripples following the underband. The cups see-through while the top of cup trimmed to a cute frilly pattern. The bones of the bra white and almost mimicking a corset. Lastly the centre gore displayed a small satin bow.

A garter belt, white thigh-highs, and soft purple panties. Throw that all together and you were practically an enchantress, waiting to tempt the love of your life the moment he walks through that front door.

Jungwoo messaged you; 'Im right down the road'.

You unlock the door, before disappearing back to the bedroom. Texting Jungwoo back— Letting him know, not to be alarmed and that the door would be unlocked. Soon before you know it, the doorknob began to rumble; it twisted and opened.

The door shut, a light click sound followed soon after. That could only mean one thing; Jungwoo was now in your residence. Slow and subtle creaking followed by some footsteps and that voice you hadn't heard in what felt like ages.

"My Lovely! I'm here! I got your text, don't think I’m some random person entering”, You peak your head past the door frame. To your surprise Jungwoo's hair had been dyed jet black. He was also wearing a suit. Almost like he was dressed for the occasion, even had a bouquet of flowers with him. A large bouquet of peonies, they varied in different sizes and colors. White, light pink, magenta... all appealing colors.

Jungwoo walked out of your vision causing you to soon step beyond the door frame to follow him.

He was setting some of his belongings down next to the livingroom table, and the bouquet on the table. Immediately after, Jungwoo began shedding his suit jacket. Neatly folding it neatly, setting it to the side. The silky suit, showcasing Jungwoo's figure, casting a sexy silhouette. Especially that vest, it contoured his body, giving an idea how slim his waist was. All in all Jungwoo looked incredible and you were practically drooling at the sight. After a short while of silence, Jungwoo called out to you again. "Love? You there?"

"Hi Jungwoo", You purred to him. He smiles, hearing you sweet voice. He was digging through his bag to get something, so he had’t seen you yet.

"Hey Love! You were starting to worry me, I was...",his voice comes to a halt as his eyes land on you.

You shyly smiled at him, sitting on the arm of the couch. Crossing your legs, you were practically modeling your lingerie for him. "Y/n, Princess..Whats this? I-Is this for me?", He asked with curiosity. His face bursting out into a bright pink hue. His chocolate eyes were drinking in the sight in front of him. Jungwoo expected to see you over the moon now that he was back home to you, though to see you dressed in a lingerie- it never crossed his mind. You were so shy about your body, where did this side of you come from?

"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Kim", you pointed to his suit, making Jungwoo look down at himself before looking back at you.

"M-My suit? What about it?"

Jungwoo’s eyes couldn’t help but fall on anything else but you, stealing his attention from any and everything. It was obvious you were attempting to tease him, and needless to say it was working. It goes without saying, this man was enamoured by you.

"Nothing at all...It's just that, you look rather ravishing Jungwoo." Jungwoo's pink hue, now bleeding up to his ears. A sweet smile spread across his face as he checks you out. You stand up walking towards your boyfriend slowly removing his tie. Jungwoo looked down at you, you were so pretty he didn't know what to do. Jungwoo sighed with desire, after all you did just surprise him in a bewitching lingerie.

"What are you doing Y/n?", you remained silent catching a glance up at him. You finish removing his tie from his neck. Your hands run along the back of Jungwoo's neck, then over his adam's apple and under his chin. His eyes close as you caress his neck, enjoying your little touches. It feels like its been years...

Now with your boyfriend's necktie in your hands you make a bee-line towards your bedroom. "W-Wait, you're just going to tease me?" Only to be ambushed, then pushed onto the bed. "Princess..", your beautiful boyfriend whispered. You walked to the bedroom door, closing it then locking it. "Yes?" You hummed. Now walking over to your dresser, you grab a long black cloth before turning back to Jungwoo as he was still sitting on the bed.

Gazing at how alluringly the lace hugged your curves and how the lace brushed against your toned thighs. "Hands behind your back." You ordered as you hold your boyfriend's necktie in his vision.

Jungwoo found it amusing, "Princess look, I appreciate you wearing this for me but before we continue-." You silence Jungwoo, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at you,"I’m not asking baby, I'm demanding." Jungwoo had something planned for you, something big, looks like he would have to wait a while. Not that he was complaining though.."Right, Yes Princess-", He said giving in.

With his hands now bound behind his back, you gently push at his shoulder causing him to stumble backwards. His silky, shinny black hair spilled and spread out along the sheets of your bed. You could tell he was starting to enjoy the little predicament he was placed in. "What are you gonna do to me? Hm?" He watches every step you take as you make your way to the dresser again. This time taking out a tube of a dark scarlet lipstick.

Slowly bending over your dresser to tease him a bit. His breath hitched, and pants tightened seeing the way your delicate flower created a print against your see-through, lace panties. The way your panties hugged your ass was nothing to be overlooked either. The color of the lace, the texture and patterns of the lace creating a beautiful masterpiece. Not to mention the beautiful contrast in the colors of your panties and dark skin tone. Your ass looked amazing, there was no denying. "Princess..Please don't be like this. Shouldn't we be celebrating?"

You ignored him, evenly spreading your liquid rouge along your lips. Placing the little tube between your breasts in case you needed to add another layer of pigment. You turned to Jungwoo who was still laying on his side, admiring you. Desperate for you to come to him so he could get a better look at you. With the other black cloth in hand you strut over to Jungwoo, straddling him. You grab his collar, forcing him to sit up straight. It surprised him, the amount of strength to pull him up with one arm. He almost thought you were furious with him. He laughs nervously,"Y-You're so strong..", he confessed.

Still silent, you begin blindfolding your boyfriend, leaving him unable to depend on his sight nor his touch. You finish then once again, letting Jungwoo out of your grip. Leaving him to fall back onto your sheets. You giggle, crawling off of him. Your delicate voice calling out to him, "Kim Jungwoo~"

Forced to use his hearing, in an attempt to follow your voice,"Yes Love?" A sudden dip in the mattress, as you sat on your bed. Hovering over him, you bring your tinted red lips to his ear.."Welcome Home baby." Jungwoo shivered at your seductive octave. Your lips lock on and attack on his neck began. Marks of lipstick left behind, leaving traces of where you were. Your boyfriend hummed with satisfaction, loving the kisses you were giving him. "Oh? You're finally talking to me now? How about you let me see you~",Jungwoo purred. Your hands exploring his clothed body, lightly tugging at his suit.

"Jungwoo, you should know..I won't give you what you want right away. Be a good boy and I might consider."

Jungwoo smiled, excitingly sighing, ”Yes princess.” Jungwoo wriggles around, his arms tugging as he was desperately trying to loosen the knots around his wrist. “Y-You know, You’re stunning like this- Whats gotten into you gorgeous?”, your boyfriend asked drunken with desire. “Nothing in particular...”, You paused, closing in on his face. You leaned in, whispering into his ear, ”It’s more like, what hasn’t been in me”, You responded, planting a kiss behind your beloved’s ear. Jungwoo purred feeling your lipstick, tainting his skin.

“Oh princess, I can help you. all you have to do is untie me love”, Your boyfriend flirted.

Causing you to giggle.. Guess you weren’t the only one who was needy. Nibbling on your lover’s ear, your slim fingers slowly but carefully unbutton Jungwoo's vest then dress shirt. He shivers feeling ice cold air brush against his skin. "All you can do is sit there and feel for me. Guessing where I might attack you from. Isn't that enough Jungwoo?" You say teasingly, painting his chest with lipstick marks.

"Ngh, Y-Yes..though I'd rather see you my Love,"He whines.

Still nipping at his skin, having a purple bruise behind to tell the story. Jungwoo breathing heavily due to little pain the bruises left behind. Hearing him plea was like feeding you energy to continue. Light giggles spill past your plump lips, "too bad.."

Your hands caressing his clothed thighs going lower even in between them. Jungwoo licks his lips, slowly grinding against your hand. You help him and press your hand against him. Jungwoo's beautiful, breathy gasps fill your bedroom. It was pretty obvious you were enjoying this. Usually Jungwoo would take the lead but now, it was safe to say that, this was a nice change in direction.

Especially having him beneath you and unable to move. Your hand comes to a stop massaging him. Your slim fingers shift in direction, up to his belt buckle. With clinking noises echoing in the room, Jungwoo lifts his hips a big letting you remove his belt. Unbuttoning his pants before lowering them a bit. You get off the bed and sink between his legs making yourself comfortable. From this angle, gazing up at him, seeing all the love bites, kiss marks, scratch marks..all of it was divine.

Your hand feeling over the large tent in your boyfriend's pants. Slipping his underwear down just a bit, letting him breathe and spring out before you. "Jungwoo, Baby? Still awake?"

"Yes, of course Love", he cheerfully called out to you. "Good."

Jungwoo smiled, "Why Love? Is something the ma-". Jungwoo's sentence cut off as his head was thrown back expressing pleasure. Your nose hitting his torso. Taking Jungwoo's length fully down your throat. Doing it without any warning, catching Jungwoo off guard. His voice, Moans echoing against the walls of your bedroom. "L-Love, Princess! You can't just suddenly-"

Without warning, once again, your tongue tracing a long stripe starting at the underside of his shaft and making your way up to his head, swirling your tongue around his tip. Bobbing your head up and down, practically swallowing his cock. Proceeding to not take your tongue off of him at all, not giving him any time at all to rest. Your lips pulling away with a kiss, a string of saliva connected you two. Jungwoo now wriggling about, his cock missing the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Fuck..Princess, Let me see you-",he cooed. Your hand slowly stroking him, "Baby, you've already asked me that already. Still so content on seeing me? Hm?", You questioned. Your thumb rubbing against his tip in a circle pattern, sending electric waves through his body. With is breath hitching,"O-Oh!",he cried,”Y-Yes but-"

"But?" ,you hummed.

You're boyfriend In a complete state of bliss. Such a pretty picture in front of you. Jungwoo's wrists bound together, chest on full display, his neck on full display as his head was thrown back. His body from the pelvic area to his face was covered in lipstick marks, love bites came into a close second. Jungwoo's face was flushed red, and his hair glued to his face by his sweat.

"h-hah...Princess, do you want me to beg?",his breath staggers hungrily.

"That would be nice" ,You agreed. You leave from between your boyfriend's legs straddling him, watching him from above.

"Yeah baby, do you think you could beg for me?" His cock brushing against your clothed pussy. Loving this unexpected side of you. His chest lowers and rises, releasing a breathy, "Yes".

"My sweet, Please Let me see you." You feel Jungwoo thrust up against you, and you pressing down on him, "A little more?" Jungwoo chuckled, "Pretty Please?" Your grinding slowed down, becoming more sensual and teasing-like as you praised him for his cute pleas. You leaned down onto Jungwoo more, your breath gently grazing your boyfriend's face.

"I'm so upset with you."

Jungwoo's grinding then stopped, hearing something he hadn't expected to hear. "Upset with me?" Suddenly your lips were pressed against Jungwoo's, silencing him. Your hands cupping his face, slowing lifting up his blindfold. His eyes opened, gazing into your beautiful brown eyes.

"Y/n? Love whats wrong." You eyesight slowly blurr.. You sniffled, falling to his chest, "I really missed you, you idiot! Leaving me here for so long." No you weren't really upset with him, more like..You were so happy you didn't know how to express your bottled up feelings.

Jungwoo chuckled, smiling softly. "I missed you too Y/n. I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner." With your hands on either side of Jungwoo's head, keeping you up. "Hm?" ,he noticed your eyes gazing at your lips, "Will you kiss me?" Once again, sniffling. You wipe your tears before replying, "I don't know..I already gave you what you want."

"Oh really? And what was that?"

"I’m giving you the privilege to see me Jungwoo."

Jungwoo smirked, "Seriously have I has my absence had such an effect on you, that you've turned into such a teasing domineering-goddess?" Jungwoo puckers his lips up to you in a playful manner. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, finally submitting to your boyfriend. Months of you two being separated, in two separate countries, on opposite sides of the world.. to finally be able to touch him, and feel him physically it made you very happy. Your lips leave his lips, placing kisses on his cheeks, your delicate eyelashes ticking him. Jungwoo wiggling a bit from him laughing, and attempting to throw you off of him. Though, there’s a foreign feeling; a feeling on your lower leg.

"Babe? Whats in your pocket."

Jungwoo stammered cursing to himself. He'd forgotten he had got something for you, in the midst of you seducing him— forgetting the object was in his pocket.

"Um..Well, It's a little something I picked up-" He hoped you wouldn't search his pocket, though you did anyway. Taking out a silk, luxurious, little black box. It was outlined by white trim, topped off with a little white bow.

Well you'd already found it, not doubt you were going to open it. Jungwoo stared up at you, smiling, there's no better time than now. "Y/n, Love look, I know this isn't the most Ideal setting..you know me being tied up, err well, in the middle of foreplay to propose- I promise I had a whole speech written down for you..but to shorten things— Will you marry me?"

You didn't hesitate, a quick, "Yes.." Opening the tiny box, you find a beautiful diamond. The ring's metal was a sterling silver, small sapphire gemstones encrusted around the main Gem, which was shaved down to a heart. So excited, you scurried off of your boyfriend and over to your dresser. "Oh Jungwoo, I'd love to marry you!"

You removed the ring from the tiny box, and sliding it on your finger. You held your hand up to the ceiling and up to the light. Watching the sapphires blue color reflect from the gem and dance on the walls. "Wow..Its beautiful—". Your eyes catch motion in the mirror. Jungwoo's reflection, now sitting up, his wrists unbound. Realizing this, you quickly turning around. Your fiancé, playfully smirking at you. He held up the tie, waving it around.

"How'd you-"

"Tie better knots Love." Now discarding his top clothing, he makes his way off the bed and towards you. Oh...He was sure to get back at you. Now the tables have turned. Instead you were thrown onto the bed, and harshly kissed.

"Don't you think its quite fair, after you marked me up and down?"

"Don't toy with me Jungwoo—" ,you demanded as he pinned your hands to either side of your head after climbing on top of you seductively. "I want to punish you so bad you know?"

You cried, "J-Jungwoo!" feeling his teeth nip at your skin on your breasts. "But today, I'll be a good fiancé" ,Jungwoo cooed. Jungwoo settling himself between your legs, his eyes glued to your laced cunt. Pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles, then lacing his arms around your thighs. “Babe- what are you..”, you were interupted by his lovely voice. “You tempt me, I'm so hungry for you”.

He quickly buried his face between your thighs teasing you. Slightly breathing against your inner thighs, brushing his lips against your inner thighs. Looking up at you while teasing you. Your hand making a bee-line for Jungwoo’s head to pull him into you. Though to no avail, Jungwoo quickly released your thighs, holding your wrists in his clutches.

“Princess, why can't you behave?”, He gently laughed, ”I’m giving you what you want.” He reached for his necktie you had used prior to bound him. “You’re taking too long babe! I need you now!”, You confessed. Your fiancé reaching around you, bounding your wrists behind your back, ”I only just gotten back- My future wife is dressed up in this enchanting lingerie, and just expects me to fuck her quickly?” Now with your wrists bound behind you, pinned down my a hot and heavy body a sweet, romantic lust swirling in his irises, clouding his vision, ”I need to take my time and worship you, Let me love you down”.

Once again, Jungwoo’s face was between you thighs. Though this time, his kisses were replaced by small love bites. “Jungwoo, You’re driving me crazy!” Your hungry admission bringing delight to your future husband, ”In due time Beautiful”, he teasingly hums. Eventually giving in and granting you what you desire. Jungwoo made himself comfortable on the bed next to you. There that cheeky smile is, it was never too far away... “What are you doing?”

“Granting the first wish, Sit on my face Love”, he purred, voice sounding like silk. Your face tints, feeling sheepish because of his request. You’ve never rode your fiancé’s face before. You stutter crawling over to him" ,Jungwoo..We’ve never done this-”, You expressed.

“I know, which is why we should try now, hm?”

“But what if I suffocate you?”, you asked nervously.

Jungwoo’s temperature rises hearing that, turning him on even more. “Y/n, My Love..In all honesty, that doesn’t sound bad at all”, He confessed chuckling. He motions for you to come to him. Obeying Jungwoo, you position yourself above his face. “Are you sure about this babe?”, you asked.

“Yeah princess. I’ll tap on your thigh if I need to. I’ll be fine, here sit."

His veiny hand gripping you thighs, guiding your hips to their seat. As soon as your body connects with Jungwoo’s face, It was over. He didn’t even give you time to settle before he went to town on you. His tongue flicking your clit, and you sitting on him adding pressure.

It was alot, so naturally your response was to get up and move. It goes without saying, Jungwoo was not letting you go anywhere. Your fiancé’s grip tightening,”Wait! Jungwoo!”, You screamed his name earning a sound of delight from him. His hums sending spine-tingling vibrations through you from your wet core. Begging for something to grip and hold onto, losing your balance—

Jungwoo switches strategies, this time now pressing his soaked muscle into you. His hands pulling you down in a rhythmic pattern causing you to ride his face. Your heavenly sounds satisfying Jungwoo, giving him courage to take it a step further. Extending his arm over past your thigh, giving his hands access to your core.

Jungwoo switches strategies, this time now pressing his soaked muscle into you. His hands pulling you down in a rhythmic pattern causing you to ride his face. Your heavenly sounds satisfying Jungwoo, giving him courage to take it a step further. Extending his arm a bit past your thigh, giving his hands access to your core.

Jungwoo’s fingers pinching, pressing, twisting your clit. You didn’t realize how many times your fiancé’s name fell out of your mouth. Him however, Jungwoo kept count. Speeding up the tempo everytime, your voice angelic moans bounce through your room. You subconsciously grip his hair as you rode his pretty face. Your eyes rolling back, your thighs aching from holding yourself up over his face, losing your balance.

“O-Oh J-Jungwoo..”, you stuttered, ”S-So good..I’m gonna cum-”, you struggled to get out past the cute sounds you were making. Jungwoo, moving his mouth from your hole, and to your clit- sucking it..sending you over the edge. As a response you pulled your beloveds face into you, your juices drenching his lips and chin.

You felt gentle taps from below you. You lift up your hips, giving him room to admire you from below.

"You're incredibly sweet you know that?", Your fiancé affirmed. You look down at Jungwoo, panting, trying to capture your breath. He reaches his hands around you, loosening the threads that held your wrists together.

"Jungwoo..Where did you learn that from?", you asked climbing off of him and off the bed. Suprised your lingerie panties was still intact, especially after that make-out session Jungwoo had with your pussy lips.

Jungwoo getting off the bed, shedding the rest of his clothing. His shoes, socks, pants, underwear, in that order. He chuckled, amused by the tone in which you had asked him, "I just went with the flow~ Besides, a magician never reveals his secrets."

Now leaving the bedroom and going into the bathroom, your curiosity of where your fiancé was going vocalized. "Babe, where are you going?"

Jungwoo reentered your bedroom with multiple small packet in his hand. He smiled, "I can't prepare for my wife?"

"N-No! It's not that..I just thought we were finished", You admitted.. Jungwoo taking a seat before slipping on a condom, then turning to you.

“I do remember hearing you say something along the lines of you missing something of me inside you”,Jungwoo flirted.

“Up until now, I’ve had both my tongue and fingers inside you. All that’s left is..” You gazed at Jungwoo hungrily before quickly looking away. Your fiance approching you, holding your hands ever so gently. He gazes into your eyes, tenderly laying you down on your bed. With him on top of you.

“So? Any requests?”

“Requests?”

He nods, ”On how you want to be pleased tonight?” He waited for your answer, caressing your legs, your laced, gartered, thighs and then...a smack delivered to your butt. You clung to him, yelping with your eyes closed shut.

“I need an answer Mrs. Kim.”

Jungwoo now placing kisses along your wrist, "Okay! Everything.”

He paused, ”Everything?”

With now heavy breathing the anticipation nearly killing you, thighs rubbing together. You eagerly admitted, ”Yes..Passionate, Rough...Gentle, Slow, Fast-” Jungwoo hearing your confession, he fetches your unoccupied hand. Capturing it before pinning it above your head, before spreading your legs. He settles himself between them. In the process of attempting to slide your lace panties to the side, he rips them in the process. You gasp,”Jungwoo! I just bought this!”

He laughs quietly, ”My apologies princess, I’ll buy you a new set.”

He leans in, delicately giving your cheeks love, kissing them. His head teasing your entrance making you grow impatient “Jungwoo..” You murmured. Bucking at him you earned a chuckle from him. “Yes of course my love. As you wish.”

Slowly, the both of you become one. His fingers intertwined with yours. Your head thrown back in delight, as the anticipation was finally put to an end and fulfilled. Jungwoo’s slowly sheathing himself fully inside you, whispering sweet nothings you. His voice husky with desire to please you, desire to make you his fully.

“I’m going to start moving, okay Princess?” You nodded, and soon after sent to pure ecstasy. Your hands in need of something to grab, fists ball up, clutching bed sheets.

“Fuck you’re stunning.”

With your legs draped over your lover’s shoulders, pulling you by your thighs into his chest as he slowly thrusts. His loving yet sharp gaze, so powerful it could burn holes through you. Those slender fingers sliding under your thigh-high, pulling it up a bit; exposing those sexy legs of yours. Jungwoo’s plump, pink lips; They trail kisses along your calf, shin, your knees..even up to your ankle and heels.

Your vision is going fuzzy, watching him, let alone feeling him was starting to do a number on you. While his pretty lips were currently leaving precious marks on your legs, his hips buck. Jungwoo now leaning onto you a little more, releasing your perfect legs and letting them rest on his sides.

"You okay?" You heavy breathing calming down as you come back to reality.

"Y-Yes..I'm fine." He chuckles, "Good because I'm going to go deeper." Jungwoo helps you off your back and into the bed. "On your hands and knees princess."

"Yes Sir.."

Jungwoo positions himself behind you, "You're being obedient now? You don't want to keep the reigns tonight?"

"Jungwoo, If you knew what you looked like in that suit.."

He chuckles, "You're so cute, you know?" Pressing himself to your entrance, he leans over you from behind. His arm, reaching over your body, holding you close. His soft lips trace and kiss the back of your ear.

"Are you ready Princess?", he whispers.

"Yes..Fuck Jungwoo. Yes sir, I need it bad."

"No need for roles anymore Princess, I just want to make love to you."

His tip stroking at your entrance before filling you full again. Your fists ball up, tangled in the sheets. Your face quickly pressed to the sheets in attempt to silence your cries of pleasure. Jungwoo leaned against your body more, looming over your back. Pressing kisses to your back, your shoulders, arms, the back of your neck.

"Are you hiding from me? I want you to be loud Princess. Don't hide your voice tonight."

Jungwoo slips his hand under your chin, forcing you to look ahead of you instead of down. Jungwoo starts moving his hips, this making your jaw drop and exhale with the suprise motion. A sea of swear words fall past your lips, grunts and moans follow behind. Your legs were turning into putty just sitting there as your fiancé fed you sexually. His hand under you, around your waist; holding you as he plays with your clit. His juicy lips mumbling dirty yet sweet words into your shoulder.

"Greedy so greedy. Your body is so clear about what it wants."

You whimper. Jungwoo huffs as he pulls away slowly then quickly plunging himself back into you, Constantly earning moans. "Tell me princess, did you touch yourself when I was absent?" His thrusts speed up slightly making it heard for you to answer..

"Ah..Y-Yes!", you struggled, "I-I tried!"

"Tried? So, you couldn't succeed?"

"N-No."

"Couldn't cum? Mmm, well..Im here to help you," Jungwoo purred in you ear seductivly. The slaming of his hips became heavier, and harder. You drooled at the feeling of his girthy cock repeatedly going deeper in everytime he fucks you. Your knees buckling, shivering every new thrust given to you. You couldn't stay up straight for him.

"J-Jungwoo..My legs– I..."

"Yes love, I understand." In a swift motion, Jungwoo takes a pillow and places it under your hips. This keeping your butt up comfortably. "Relax Love." You nod, letting your body relax as the pillow propped your bottom end up for Jungwoo. Jungwoo, without warning plunged himself back inside you.

You gasped feeling him stretch you out. A hot low moan coming from his lips filling your ears. Jungwoo starts of slow again, then goes faster. Sexy strokes as he fucks you. Feeling your fiancé loom over you, holding your hands down in the process. Those sweet whispers adding fuel to your excited flames.

"Princess..my beautiful princess—" You sighed happily hearing his delicate voice serenading your ears.

"Oh my god—", you cry out slaming your face into the sheets. Jungwoo chuckles, kissing your hair as he slams into you. Your fiancé’s hand once again, under you chin holding your face up.

"Y-You're...so g-good!", you cried

"Really? Want more?"

A minor change in positions takes place. He gets up pulling you by your luscious legs to the end of the bed, leaving your legs off the bed while you bend over the edge of it on your stomach. Jungwoo moves the pillow from your hips, and gives it to you. "Here Princess, you might need this." The sudden change in position drove you crazy. The tip of his beautiful cock constantly kissing your cervix.

"Is it better? Deeper? Huh love?" To fucked up to reply you only responded in the love language of wailing moans. Dicking you down, fucking you into the mattress harder and harder— building that beautiful knot known as an orgasm. Jungwoo curses, slanting down to lick along your spine. His tongue stopping at your shoulders and kissing there as he chased the both of you chased. Jungwoo pulling your hips into his by your garter belt. With no time at all, the garter belt ripped. Jungwoo growls tossing it onto the floor.

"You must love ripping my lingerie— d-dont you..", Past the grunts and moans you manage to make out.

"Princess, it's going to come off sooner or later", he sighed. Your fiancé’s biting down at his lip in an attempt to hold back his cute noises.

"G-Gonna cum pretty girl?"

You nod and Jungwoo speeds up, lifting up your right leg to help him go deeper against that spot.

"Fuck...Fuck, fuck!!", you exclaimed. You reached back, with a hand to attempt and push his hips into yours. Jungwoo only chuckled, removing your slim fingers and pinning them ahead of you.

"Your really itching for this huh?" This time his speed slowed down, but his strokes were harsh. Once again, pulling away slowly then suddenly raming into you. The sound of skin echoing, and bouncing off the walls was discussingly loud. Your eyes rolling back as that knot on the verge of releasing.

Jungwoo, pinching and rubbing your beautiful clit with little more pressure than before. His other hand locking fingers with yours that contained the beautiful ring he had given you. That was the final straw, exactly what you needed. That final reach ecstasy in your sugary sweet rendezvous. Feeling that knot unravel, bringing about a ear-splitting weep as you creamed around your fiancé’s length. Jungwoo fucked into you, until you rode out your glorious climax. He overestimates you in the process of chasing his own. Jungwoo pulled out, yanked the condom off and shot his warm seed on your lower back.

"Y/n? Princess? Baby..You okay?"

With heavy breathing, trying to regain your breath you nod. Not realizing it, but Jungwoo left for a minute to get a warm towel for clean up. The warm towel placed on your mid-back feeling absolutely amazing; resulting in you sinking comfortably into the bed sheets. Then suddenly, there was a quick yet wet feeling pulled in one direction on your lower back.

You gasped,"J-Jungwoo?!" You lifted your head up tempting to look back behind you. You saw him, gorgeous smile spread across his face soon melting into a vampish smile. "Hm? Whats wrong?" You gazed at him, feeling your face heat up, then tried to look at your lower back and once again looking back at your fiancé.

"You..Did you just—"

"What? Lick my cum off of you? Yes.."

"Why did you—"

"Don't act suprised, you should know I'd lick any kind of icing off your body." You turned around burying your flustered expression into the pillow. "Princess..Whats wrong", he asked playfully. Knowing what he had done made you sky he teased you anyway.

"Nothing–", your voice muffled. Still on the edge of the bed your fiancé took notice,"Hey Y/n. Are your legs okay? You haven't moved. Do you need help?" You nod embarrassed, "A little." He chuckled, watching you flip over to your back so he could pick you up bridal style. And he did. In his muscular arm arms, you leaned your head against his broad shoulders.

"Aww, I really done a number on you huh?"

"Hush you", you chirped.

"Yes ma'am ♡" Slowly placing you down on the soft mattress below you. He sat beside you on the bed, massaging your thighs. "How are you feeling y/n? Your legs feeling any better?"

You nodded eyes glued on him, "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes you Jungwoo..Who else am I talking to hun", you said softly.

"I'm just fine", Jungwoo confirmed. He leaned down to kiss you. That gorgeous black hair posing as curtains, draping down onto your beautiful face. "Want a bath? New sheets?" He asked in a willing voice. "Another Round?", you ask with a Coy face. "Another?"

"Yes please" ,You expressed pulling him down onto the bed. You straddled him, making Jungwoo a little shocked.

"Oh, I thought your legs weren't feeling well?"

"The feeling is gone Hun."

"Taking charge this round?" Your hands on his toned chest and at the ready. Slightly clawing at his pale skin, slowing grinding on him.

"Yeah. Now shut up and let me ride you." You earned a low moan from Jungwoo as he watched your body move with such fluidity.

"Yes Princess ♡"

Written November 2022, Posted May 12th.

(Sorry, its been in my drafts so long and still might not be good with grammar. I will add a few revisions and fix spelling, punctuation later! Thanks!!)

[thesafecafe]

NCT 127: Helping their Black GF on wash day

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to help you out on wash day, and you let him, but not without some interesting adventures along the way!

CW: None really, sfw, fluff, specifically black fem reader, aspects of black hair, gifs not mine hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a reflection of the idol or their behavior in real life, this is simply a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Johnny:

Johnny is no stranger to seeing you do your hair

he often watches as you do your hair, a quiet type curiosity in his eyes

when you ask him to help, he’s a little incredulous at first

“You want me to help?” 

but his brief moment of uncertainty is hidden instantly by fake confidence

“Of course babe, I got this! It’s me we’re talking about!”

spoiler: he does not have this 

he struggles getting the brush through your head, and detangling? a catastrophe 

he’s good at distributing the shampoo and conditioner, but then you’re on your own girl

blow drying is fairly easy, since all he does is hold the dryer where you tell him, and helping you choose a style

if you want help styling it? Girl, you better call the father, the son, and the holy spirit

your hair manages to get done eventually; it might look a little odd, but it’s done

“See babe, I told you I got this!”

Taeyong

curious little bean about your hair

is hesitant at first, as he doesn’t want to mess up your hair or hurt you

“Are you sure babe? You trust me that much?”

when you reassure him that you indeed do trust him with your beautiful hair, he’ll get all smiley 

asks you for step by step instructions, and is so so gentle

even when helping you put in products for washing or drying your hair feels like a full on scalp massage

which you compliment him on

“Ah, you like it? I’ll remember babe!”

the more you compliment him, the more he’ll melt, just falling in love with you harder at each remark

some steps have you helping him out, such as combing out your hair and blow drying

which he’ll insist he can do if he just watches a tutorial (he wants to be able to do it for you on his own)

but as he helps you do a simple style, he sees it as a bonding experience 

“Let’s do this again next time babe!”

Yuta:

Another curious one, but he is in awe of everything about the process

“This much product?! Really?”

you teach him the products, and he commits each one to memory

genuinely curious about a few of the oils and conditioners

“Do you think it’ll work for me? They smell really good!”

he steps in when your arms start to get tired, and you need help twisting it for pre parting

he realizes that you have to do this every time you wash your hair and his heart goes out to you

“Let me help again next time, it’s so much for one person to do all alone!”

he’s very sweet, taking breaks when you need, and gets you snacks, water, arms rubs, whatever you need

such a supportive boyfriend and wonderful listener

he’ll listen attentively as you instruct him on how to braid your hair, before the both of you jointly braid your hair into pretty box braids

“These are so good babe! You think I could get paid to do it?”

(as if he’s not a full time celebrity) but you tell him yes anyway

nothing wrong with a confidence boost

Doyoung:

Intimidated off the bat

you have a LOT of hair, and Doyoung knows so LITTLE about it

will whine a little bit before he settles into the idea

“Babe, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a hair dresser, hence my job choice.”

but when you say you’ll ask someone else, he protests immediately

pulls you back into the bathroom with a pout on his face

“You can’t ask them! They don’t know anything!”

you spare him of the fact that neither does he, but you allow him to help

he kind of observes first, allowing you to demonstrate

when you offer him a brush or a comb, he takes the, slowly following along with your steps

your soft encouragement helps him to keep going, even earning you a smile

“I guess it’s not so hard after all! Your hair is really pretty by the way”

it’s not his first time telling you that, since he loves your hair, but it still makes you shy

he follows your instructions completely, allowing you to guide his hands when he forgets a step

when you are eventually finished, Doyoung will observe your hair in the mirror, slowly turning your head side to side in his hands

“I really did that! We did it!” 

he’s cheering and happy, and he’ll be way more open to helping you next time, because practice makes perfect

Jungwoo:

“You trust me? Ah, such a confident girl”

a real jokester (but it’s to keep his nervousness at bay)

he’s praying he doesn’t rip any hair out

he uses a bit more than the recommended amount 

aka he squeezed the bottle too hard and now your hair is saturated in shampoo

but a little extra product never hurt anybody!

he’ll have you bent over the sink, pouring  water over the back of your hair with a giant bowl

Jungwoo, you don’t need to drown your client, come on now

he nearly knocks you of the chair during blow drying, but it is unintentional, (unlike some members)

it’s a bit of a bumpy ride when it comes to combing out and detangling, but you get through it

“All right, what’s next?”

he’ll think he’s a professional once you have him help you part and section your hair, massaging in your usual products

he watches in fascination as you style your hair, a curious awe present in his facial expressions

“You really are amazing babe.”

Mark:

why you decided to ask for help from Mark is a mystery 

“Yo, really? Are you sure? Dude, that’s like, huge!”

is grateful for the opportunity, but please help him

he does not know what he’s doing, and this is more of a tutorial than him helping

he’ll help by handing you different products, but he mostly asks questions about different things

“You have two conditioners? Wait why?”

you explain everything with patience, telling him what it does for your hair, and what works for your hair type

“So your hair is a mixture of two different patterns? Ahh, that explains so much!

he recognizes a few things that you have, like coconut and jojoba oil

but the purpose of leave in conditioner escapes him until you explain

it really is an interesting experience with Mark, especially when you mix together different products together

his mind is blown 

“Yo, you’re Y/N the scientist! Who else mixes things like that?”

He’ll help you trim your hair after you give yourself a silk press, admiring the way it looks, telling you how good you look

Haechan:

Oh, he is an excited boy

very, very excited, he has been waiting for this day to come

you never let anyone touch your hair, not even him, and now you want his help? best day ever

he’ll tease you though, telling you he’ll charge you for his services

“These professional hands come with a price babe” (such a menace)

he will use your product bottles as weapons of mass...hair destruction?

“I will conquer and vanquish the dragon!” he says while threateningly pointing a shampoo bottle at your head

the hair is not our enemy, put down the bottle sir

he is genuinely happy as he washes your hair, blow drying and oiling it after with no problem

(aside form him trying to knock you off the chair on purpose)

he helps you to do a roller set, which intrigues him 

“Oh, so  you have a dryer chair in the corner! I never noticed that was there!”

He will offer to help you get ready for bed after as well

massaging your scalp and making sure you have good circulation before bed

he will demand matching bonnets once he sees yours though, so be prepared to share

[heartbrkr]

heyyyy can i request a jungwoo one?

where they both in a relationship, the reader is in college and struggling af with her academics, and jungwoo (with his idol schedule as we know it) as an older and bigger person always supports and is reliable AND OF COURSE always be the one to ease reader's mind/feeling LIKE he really is the one that reader needed no one else because everything feels enough when it comes to him.

sorry if this sounds too desperate im just so deep in the black hole of my academics like it's sucking the soul of mine i know i need to get a life. anywaaaay big big thanks for opening the request bar im praying for your happiness and bright days ahead <3

REQUEST All you need is a shoulder to cry on when college gets tough. Jungwoo's more than willing to be the one you need to feel at ease.

PAIRING kim jungwoo x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, angst, comfort

WORD COUNT 1.3k

WARNINGS bad eating and working habits, not proofread!

AUTHOR’S NOTE this was requested when i took a break from writing :( i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, lovely. i really hope you're doing better now & i'm rooting for you <3

MASTERLIST

The consistent hum from the air conditioning is the only noise you can barely tolerate during your study session; anything above fifty decibels will irritate you. You don’t realize you’ve been scrutinizing the same word— not even a sentence— over and over again until you’ve read it for the seventh time in 10 minutes. Only then do you notice how empty you feel, nothing but acid and anxiety from this morning’s caffeine bubbling in your stomach. It’s irritating how your eyes start drying themselves too. 

You could use a break, but you don't think you deserve it; you didn’t hit your goal for the hour. (In your current capacity, you can’t register that it’s hopeless to juice anything out when there’s nothing to wring in the first place.)

On the right end of your desk are your messily stacked test papers from professors who refuse to hold their quizzes online, something about not being tech-savvy enough to do so. You initially ignored the scores when you tossed them aside. But the mind wishes to blow your final grain of self-esteem away by zeroing on the fact that you had failed your most recent exam by two points. Not shoving them in a random folder to hide them out of sight was your past self’s mistake.

Apparently, you haven’t learned your lesson with curious eyes because you glance over your left shoulder, desperate to distract yourself from your pitiful attempt to survive college. You vaguely see the ever growing pile of laundry that you haven’t had the time to tend to. Has it… always been that tall? Why does it only bother you now when it’s been that way for the whole week?

No tears are coming out, even if you actually want them to. At this moment, there’s nothing more annoying than that.

“Fuck,” you rub your eyes as you shut your laptop closed, “unrealistic goals be damned.” You mumble dryly to yourself before diving into your unmade bed; you can’t recall the last time it was made. It’s second to feeling like heaven when your head hits the softness of your pillow. First is when you’re with your boyfriend. To you, anywhere with Jungwoo is heaven on earth. 

Speaking of which, you could really use his company right now.

Your hand blindly fishes your phone out of the comforter’s creases to check the time. When you finally feel a rectangular block, you lazily turn your head left to face the glowing screen. Looking right back at you is a photo of you and Jungwoo, the latter grinning at you fondly after you surprised him with a bouquet of flowers to commemorate his final emcee gig. 11:39PM. He won’t be home until one in the morning or so.

The hours that pass feel closer to seven than two, your growling stomach and prodding headache not allowing you to get any proper rest. In the distance, you finally hear beeping and buzzing from the front door’s electronic lock followed by socked footfalls towards your room. Your head is telling you to welcome him properly, but your heart is grounding you into the mattress. The hinges on the door squeak.

When Jungwoo’s eyes drop to your sprawled figure, he thinks you’re asleep. He carefully caresses your arm with his thumb to wake you up quietly, knowing how you feel after a rough, monotonous day of studying and intaking more information than one can humanely process. Your partner fully understands what it’s like to give his all until there’s nothing left for himself; you’re aware he’s doing his best to prevent that from happening to you too. Still face-down on the cushion, you pull your arm away from his touch to hold it properly. He gladly accepts, more than pleased to caress that instead.

“The kitchen looks abandoned. Have you eaten anything?” When he speaks, it’s not abrupt, rather like a cloud drifting into the intimate space you two share.

Your muffled 'no' reaches no one’s ears, not even your own. It’s awkward, and a bit painful on your unstretched joints, to pull you up by the arm so he asks you if you can shift to a sitting position. You don’t want to burden him either with the work of flipping your whole body; he physically exerted himself the whole day, you don’t need to add to that. You push yourself up from your lying position and flop on the edge of the bed.

“Haven’t eaten since…” You pause. You hate that you have to think about it. “Last night. I only had time to grab a bottle of coffee from the fridge earlier.”

Jungwoo hides his exasperated expression as soon as it appears, intertwining both his hands with yours again. “I know it’s not the right time to lecture you because it’s the last thing we want right now. But you really can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

You start feeling guilty even though that’s opposite his intention. The idea of accidentally reopening Jungwoo’s old wounds is enough motivation to want to break out of your harmful work ethics. He sighs at your lack of response and attention, but it’s not one of irritation.

Pulling you up to stand, he gives you a proper warm hug. That was the key to release your frustrated teardrops from earlier. They keep going and going, and your blubbering intensifies because you know it’ll be hard to stop. “Why isn’t my best enough?”

He says nothing about how your tears seep into his shirt, just holding you closer. “You’re trying. That is enough.”

Jungwoo lets you cry and cry and cling onto him like your life depends on it; he’s unaware that he’s almost right on the money. You stopped attempting to speak completely because it’ll reset any progress you’ve made trying to manage your crying. His arms feel right cradling you; if you could, you’d stay in them forever. Your lover rubs your back to get those final sobs out of your system.

“How’re we feeling now? Better?” He gently asks, drying the remaining tears on your cheeks with his knuckles. You nod, still wary of using your voice, worried that there are still stray tears somewhere inside of you.

He rests you down back on the bed and joins you this time. Your head drops on his shoulder out of exhaustion. “I’ll order us some food. You want anything in particular?”

“I’m okay with whatever.” You mumble wetly, your vision focused on your interlaced fingers. Jungwoo’s other hand is busy, fiddling on his phone. You nudge him softly with your shoulder, he hums in question.

You rest your chin on the curve of his shoulder to admire his barefaced side profile. “You promised you’d let me pay the next time we order.”

Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow in faux confusion and turns his neck dramatically to face you. The proximity makes his teasing front falter slightly with a peeking grin. “Did I? I don’t remember. Oh well, next time then!” He promises that every time. And every time, he says he means it. (He never does).

Jungwoo attempts to set the table up to the best of his abilities. You tried helping him out but he shooed you away, forcing you on the dining chair. Before the meal, he calls for your attention. “We don’t have to talk about it now. I just wanted to say that breaks aren’t earned, okay? You’re doing great, even if you think otherwise.” 

It’ll take some time to get that through your head, he knows that, but you give him a small smile. “I’ll believe you.”

Over your too-late-to-be-dinner and too-early-to-be-breakfast meal— fully paid for by him, again— Jungwoo tells you how his day went, including his members’ usual shenanigans during rehearsals. He’ll never rush you to talk about what’s been going on because he respects the pace you prefer to go on; he’s confident you’ll tell him when you’re ready, you always do.

Right now, you just need him and he’ll always be there to ease you back on track, every step of the way.

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Idol! Kim Jungwoo x staff! Fem reader

Synopsis: Sharing smoke with an idol at the back of the stage shouldn't be so bad, right?

Warning +18: Idol x staff, mention of cigarettes and smoke, mild threats, public space, kisses, fingering f, oral sex f, nicknames (Honey, babe)

Words: 9.6k

Note: I am using Google Translate to be able to have the text in English, so any mistakes, blame the translator.

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It was well known that in Korea it was forbidden to smoke in public areas or closed places, having certain areas where it was available for cigarette consumption but all the noise, the people coming and going were bothering her more than she wanted, she was used to working for concerts, being one of the security guards but it seemed that today was a stressful day.

She had been to several shows that she never paid attention to since her job was to watch the people behind the bars so that they did not want to jump or mess with the artist but it was the first time she was on guard at an NCT concert, or rather, at an NCT 127 concert but for her, they were just work.

Even the staff seemed elated for them so she had no choice but to walk away from the small group of staff talking about them, already quite irritated with all the noise while in her pocket she squeezed the box of cigarettes and the lighter, unfortunately there was no area to smoke close to where she should be so she just went to the back of the stage, in the open air at least while she leaned on one of the steel bars that held the stage.

She took out the lighter and the cigarette, putting the second one in her mouth while covering the fire with her hand to light it and finally, have a little nicotine in her mouth, the bitter cherry taste invaded her mouth, a constant reminder that what she was doing was wrong but she doesn't care.

Maybe she could smoke another one before going back inside although she wouldn't go ahead, she just kept releasing smoke that was carried by the wind listening to the distant sound of people and things moving.

— Hey, do you have a cigarette? — It wasn't hard for her to get scared when she heard a voice behind her, which made her jump back a little and leave her comfortable position.

She choked back the insult as she turned around to look at the person with a noticeable frown although her eyebrows raised in slight surprise at seeing the man: She recognized him, if she wasn't mistaken it was Jungwoo and he was taller than expected, his black hair out of control from the wind while he was already wearing his stage clothes

— Giving cigarettes to idols is not allowed — She finally answered, it was a silly rule according to her but she didn't want any problems with the staff because of it.

— I'm not a minor, I'm 25, I can smoke — Jungwoo assured as he looked at the girl, his safety suit gave away what his job was in all of this.

— They're rules — The girl said as she shrugged her shoulders, it wasn't her problem.

She thought the boy would leave so she decided to sit back down on the steel bar, her legs dangling as she inhaled the cigarette again.

— Smoking is not allowed in public spaces either and here you are — Jungwoo accused after a few seconds of being silent, he had not expected anyone to follow those rules.

She did not hesitate to raise an eyebrow when she saw him approach, she did not expect this strange familiarity but she let it be as he approached, staying right in front of her open legs, his hip lightly leaning against her knee as he looked at her, he was physically larger than she expected.

— I'm outside, no one is going to die because of me — She simply replied as she took another drag, releasing it a few seconds later against the idol's face.

— You could get a fine, do you want one? — Kim asked, a small smile appearing on her lips as she said those words.

— What? Are you going to go and tell everyone that you found me smoking? — Her tone came out mockingly showing how absurd this conversation was seeming to her.

— They can fire you from work so maybe I will — He followed with a shrug of his shoulders, just as she did.

— Are you threatening me just because I don't give you a cigarette? — She ended up questioning as her brow furrowed even more, starting to get annoyed with this cute boy...who looked like such an idiot.

— No... But could you pass it through my mouth, you wouldn't be breaking any rules right? — Jungwoo asked his voice sounding sweeter and more innocent as if he wasn't asking a stranger that

— Do you want me to pass smoke through your mouth? — She questioned again as she looked at him seeing how he nodded quickly.

— Yes, will you? — Kim asked his eyes shining with amusement it seemed like he found all this entertaining.

She didn't answer, he just took another drag of the cigarette while holding the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds, thinking about how good it would be to do this or how strange it was that an idol as attractive as Jungwoo was now apparently interested in her.

But without further ado, she brought her face closer to the idol's, although the man had to bend down, his body perfectly covering the smaller body while he slightly opened his lips waiting for the smoke that arrived seconds later, she released all the smoke into Jungwoo's mouth, which made him hum quietly with satisfaction.

— Cherry — Kim acknowledged with a smile as he looked at the girl.

— It's not the best — She opined remembering for a few moments the grape or watermelon cigarette she always preferred.

Even so, she didn't think much more and took another puff this time Jungwoo moved his hands closer, grabbing the steel bar where she was sitting near his hips while their noses touched and still she released the smoke again into the Korean's mouth making him savor it as if it were a sweet.

On the third puff, Jungwoo's restless hands grabbed the woman's hips as if he were trying to bring her closer, she didn't do anything about it as she allowed the contact and released the smoke again into Kim's mouth this time, her lips pink but neither of them seemed bothered by it. On the fourth puff, when the cigarette was already finished, he didn't wait for her approach but instead his body slipped between her open legs, his hands holding her so she wouldn't fall from the bar while his lips crashed against hers in a hungry kiss.

The man's tongue didn't take long to invade her mouth while she let out a small gasp at the intrusion. Jungwoo's hands seemed wild as they began to caress her entire body, stopping mainly at that cute ass that he had already seen a few hours ago, he didn't hesitate to squeeze it while he kissed her, his grip on her ass drawing her against the hint of his erection but which he was ignoring.

— You're cute... — Jungwoo said when they finally separated from the kiss, his chest rising and falling from the long kiss — I want to eat your pussy — He admitted after a few seconds as he looked at her.

— No, I mean, I do want to but you'll introduce yourself in a while, right? — She seemed to be the most aware of the two that they should let themselves be carried away by this new tension.

— Enough time to eat you whole — Jungwoo assured as he joined his lips with hers again.

While Jungwoo continued with his kisses, his hands rushed to unbutton her pants, he was no idiot: He knew that if he took too long he couldn't explore her the way he wanted so his right hand slipped inside her pants and wandered releasing a soft icy feel against her lips when he felt the wetness of her pussy this girl was sexy.

His index and middle finger found her swollen nub which made him start making small but quick circles on the sensitive bud smiling as he heard her moans that were muffled by his mouth, he could feel the cool air against his neck but it was only making him harder.

His free hand grabbed her shirt he didn't take it off but he did lift it up to her shoulders revealing her plump breasts Jungwoo wasn't going to deny that he was surprised by their size since with her clothes they looked small but he liked that more as his mouth lowered to capture one of her nipples hardened by the cold in his mouth, beginning to suck on it like a hungry baby.

His fingers had sunk deep into her moving quickly against her tight walls he could feel her walls trembling against his fingers and it made him laugh she was so excited just from that tense talk they had been having.

— Uhm? Do you like being threatened baby? Do you like feeling on the edge? — Jungwoo asked separating from her chest and being close to her face again delighting in her expressions and moans.

— N-No, it's not that — She tried to hide that silly information because even though the threats had bothered her they had made her pussy throb.

— You don't have to lie or did you put on that whole cigarette show to get me to come closer? Do you want everyone to see how I fuck you with just my fingers? Is that it? — Jungwoo's voice came out mockingly as his fingers sank deep into her, exclusively tasting that delicious spot in her vaginal canal.

She would have liked to answer but she could only let out moans against the idol's face, her arms were holding on to other steel bars otherwise she would fall while her breasts were exposed to the air, it was an exciting but risky situation since they could be discovered but that made her even hotter.

— I'll take that as a yes, honey — Jungwoo said in a low voice while leaving another kiss on her lips, this time shorter.

He couldn't resist the temptation to go up a level so his knees gave way to the floor while he let her pants bulge at her ankles along with her panties so he could see that tight throbbing pussy: The mere sight made him want to cum.

Without hesitation his face buried itself in her pussy, his large hands gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place as his love explored that cute pussy, feeling the sweet taste of her extinction as he ate her out, his tongue flicking against her clit repeatedly, hitting that pleasurable spot over and over again making the girl shiver but Kim just continued his assault.

— Jungwoo — She let out a low squeal at the man's attentions, one of her hands going to his hair to tug gently.

— Tell me Woo — He said as he looked at that face contorted in pleasure.

His tongue buried itself in her channel, beginning to tongue fuck her quickly, going in and out of her tight hole as his fingers began to torment her cute clit again, making quick circles over the swollen bud which made her moan even more.

— Woo...I'm at- — She couldn't even finish her words because the man became more intense in his attentions.

His tongue went to her clit, licking the nub as his fingers sank deep inside her, feeling her walls squeeze his fingers as if she wanted to absorb them, he could feel her thighs tense and her back arch as she reached orgasm, filling Jungwoo's eager mouth with fluids that he licked like a good dog.

The boy finally separated, holding the girl as he witnessed how she writhed in pleasure, which made his cock cry out to be buried in her but all he did was adjust her pants and her shirt, leaving her presentable.

— Uhm, it seems that you liked it — Jungwoo said mockingly as he looked at her state, it was easily noticeable that someone had eaten her.

— You didn't? — She asked raising an eyebrow, Jungwoo didn't look too good to say the least and even more so with that hard erection trapped in his pants.

— I loved it — He assured with a small smile.

The boy's hands helped her up from her uncomfortable position and with his arm he held her waist while his other hand searched through her pocket until he took out a cigarette from her pocket and intended to keep it but the smaller hand stopped him.

— What are you doing? — She asked while her hand held his weakly.

— As a souvenir — Kim excused innocently while looking at her with bright eyes that showed how amused he was.

— I can't give you — She quickly refused while putting the cigarette back in his pocket.

— Then you'll have to keep passing me smoke — Jungwoo suggested with a smile to add — In my dressing room after the concert.

— Sure — The girl didn't hesitate to accept as she nodded.

Kim left a kiss on her cheek and walked away, his bulging pants uncomfortable but excited at the idea of more pleasure.

[rockstaryuta]

ASTEROID BLUES is a cowboy-bebop inspired, x afab! reader fic series that revolves around the futuristic misadventures of easygoing bounty hunter, ln yn.

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soundtrack. tank! seatbelts young jesus logic kimidakenotenshi soul scream interlude: past to present nct u

living bounty to bounty, who's your first target?

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ sfw johnny suh ⌖ space cowboy ― fellow bounty hunter wanted for his ... unorthodox methods. the only problem? he's hunting you too. SESSION I. black dog serenade kim jungwoo ⌖ high roller ― wanted for a number of debts owed to some of the galaxy's most powerful syndicates. try not to get too distracted by that charm of his, or else you'll find yourself toeing the line between professional and personal. SESSION II. gateway shuffle huang guanheng ⌖ bartender ― wanted for the commodification and underground auction of information. secrets traded for a drink. watch your words and your glass. SESSION III. easy come, easy go lee donghyuck ⌖ con artist ― wanted for fraud, embezzlement, and that silver tongue of his that seems to constantly get him into trouble. or save him from it. whatever you do, just don't manage to become his next mark. SESSION IV. see you space cowgirl, someday, somewhere! liu yangyang ⌖ pilot ― wanted for illegal gambling and racing. in his world, the most important thing is staying one step ahead--so don't fall behind. SESSION V. boogie woogie feng shui zhong chenle ⌖ heir ― wanted for his outrageously large fortune tied to his namesake. he's playing a dangerous game in the galaxy's elite circles, so tread carefully, lest you become entangled with his high-stakes world. SESSION VI. honky tonk woman oh sion ⌖ journalist ― wanted for learning something he shouldn't have, wrong place, wrong time. whatever you do, don't underestimate him. after all, you know what they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. SESSION VII. stray dog strut maeda riku ⌖ thief ― wanted for his most audacious heist yet. a heist that involved stealing from the wrong person this time around. a person who wants the phantoms thief's head on a platter. be vigilant, or you might miss him before you even know he's there. SESSION VIII. see you space samurai click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

BOUNTY WORTH ₩2,500,000

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ ®️ nsfw moon taeil ⌖ ceo ― wanted for the enterprise he has built from the ground-up. it's a shame that the only way to get to him is to become his personal assistant. SESSION IX. you're gonna carry that weight lee taeyong ⌖ hacker ― wanted for the infiltration and theft of millions of megabytes from the 119 conglomerate. he probably knows where you are before you do. ever heard of a digital footprint? SESSION X. cowboy funk nakamoto yuta ⌖ hit man ― wanted for the assassination of the galaxy's most prominent politician. watch your back. in his line of work, you rarely see him until it's too late. SESSION XI. hard luck woman qian kun ⌖ igp officer ― wanted for arresting the son of one of the most notorious cartels in the galaxy. he's not very willing to roll over and be captured, certainly not when he's trying to arrest you. SESSION XII. waltz for venus kim doyoung ⌖ doctor ― wanted for preforming back room operations and illegal modifications. his medical expertise is only second to his ethical ambiguity. try not to lose a limb. SESSION XIII. ganymede elegy xiao dejun ⌖ entertainer ― wanted for his most recent scandal involving a heated affair with the igp chief's wife. one that was destined to end poorly from the start. the world is his stage, avoid getting caught in the spotlight. SESSION XIV. pierrot la fou mark lee ⌖ collector ― wanted for the prized artifact that lies deep within his vault. seems like your employer is willing to do anything to get their hands on it, including sending you to charm your way into stealing it. SESSION XV. brain scratch lee jeno ⌖ informant ― wanted for the dissemination of information regarding neo zone tech. hailed as a whistleblower, he's wanted galaxy-wide. just don't believe everything he says, or you might just find yourself amidst one of his rumors. SESSION XVI. sympathy for the devil click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

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──── ✈ see you space cowboy ...

[jaeholic]

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader

genre: very vague f2l, college au

warnings: suggestive, no pronouns used (inspired by this tweet)

wc: 748 :D repost from my main account!

YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU’VE ALWAYS SEEN THE BEST IN JEONG JAEHYUN.

Your first encounter with the boy was in sophomore year of high school, when you got paired up in Chemistry class as lab partners. You were absolutely clueless on how to measure each ingredient and was on the verge of panicking, but your soft-spoken partner saved the day (and your grades) by being calm throughout the experiment.

The both of you quickly became friends, falling into a pleasant routine of him helping you out in subjects you struggled with (especially Chemistry and those damned lab reports), and you helping him order what he wanted for lunch in the school cafeteria, after a year of just pointing to whatever was on the menu for the day.

Your friends were at first skeptical of the new developments - “Did you not learn anything from High School Musical, Y/N?” Johnny hissed at you at your lunch table while Yuta chuckled, trying to steal fries off Taeyong’s tray. “Stick to the status quo! Wasn’t Sharpay your favorite character?” - but they quickly warmed up to your new companion after getting to know him more, welcoming him and his equally awkward friend, Kim Jungwoo, to the group.

(One afternoon, while you and Johnny were walking home, he tells you that maybe befriending “a nerd” wasn’t that bad. You threaten to step on his new shoes before he lets up the truth - Jaehyun has given him answers to the algebra homework that he’s been stressing about for three days straight. “Don’t take advantage of him, John. He’s my friend.” He grunts in response, but only after you nudge his shoulder hard.)

The rest, they say, is history. You all enter college in the city, with only Taeyong opting to attend a different college. Despite what you heard about the horrors of higher education, it felt easy, falling into rhythm with the people you have known for years. Meeting up with Johnny and Jaehyun at their shared dorm, pulling all-nighters doing work in your shared elective classes, partnering with Jungwoo for a project and doing coffee runs with Yuta. You enjoyed the established routine, prioritizing comfort over change.

But the more you wished for things to stay the same, the more Jaehyun went in the opposite direction. (Rather, you were being overdramatic.) Your summer break for freshman year is almost over and you haven’t heard from him yet, which is a stark contrast to the boy that was always the first to reply in your group chat. He only kept in contact with Johnny, and when you bugged the giant for updates, he would just shrug and reply ominously with a “You’ll see.”

Which leads you to this exact moment.

Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist on his bed as he roamed his fingers through your hair, meeting your lips in a searing kiss, arms tugging him closer to minimize any amount of distance between the two of you.

Gone was the bowl cut, thick-rimmed glasses, and striped polo t-shirts of the Jaehyun you had befriended back in high school. Replacing him was a man you barely recognized - in a short haircut with a middle part that complemented his features, exchanging his glasses for contacts and his polo shirts burned somewhere for all you care because the black t-shirt he currently had on suited him well.

(“I had an existential crisis,” he was telling you earlier, showing you pictures of his vacation and his transition from Evan Hansen understudy to Hottest Human Being Alive. “I didn’t want to be the nerd friend anymore.” You hummed in response, staring not-so subtly at his face. Once he realizes where your attention was, he laughs before leaning in closer to you. “Do you think I’m cute?” You nod, and reply, "I always thought you were." Somehow your brain reaches a conclusion to close the gap and just kiss him. He reciprocates almost immediately.)

“Waited so long for this,” he mumbles into your skin in between kissing and sucking on your neck. You don’t care about the marks appearing later as you decidedly agree with him, trailing your hand over his well-defined body. He moans softly, which gives you the courage to roam lower, lower, hand lightly brushing over his crotch.

He grabs your wrist harshly, his eyes darkening when you look at him with faux innocence. “You’re going to regret that.” He flips you around onto his bed, with him now on top of you.

It was going to be a long night.

[jaeyong-sucker]

BLISS • JUNGWOO

PAIRING: Kim Jungwoo x Male Reader 

GENRE: Smut, Fluff (?)

WARNINGS: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Praising Kink, Pet Names, Hickeys

Word Count: 2,050

Summary: Jungwoo and you make love in a beach resort. 

Note: Feedbacks and tips would be very much appreciated. ^~^

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After a whole day of playing around and splashing in the sea with your boyfriend, Jungwoo, you find yourself snuggling in his arms on the lined couches in the porch as you watch the stars twinkle in the pitch black sky. The rushes of the waves are calming, like the heartbeat you hear from Jungwoo's chest as you enjoy each other's company in silence. No doubt the day was tiring from how early you both woke up to travel to this secluded beach resort and the goofiness you and Jungwoo did for the whole day, chasing each other on the shores of the beach to splashing sea water towards each other. 

The plan was sudden and it took Jungwoo a lot of reasoning to pull you out of your desk and convince you to take a break from all your workload as he also took a week-long leave from his own work to spend his time only with you. Besides, with the busy lives you both live that the only time you could see each other are those late dinner dates, this week would be a special one. 

You couldn't help but think of all the scenarios of you with Jungwoo in this resort. Given the glistening emerald blue waters and the towering palm trees and the clear blue sky plus the man of your dreams, of course you would take pictures. Or just laying under the sun to get all the Vitamin D that you've been lacking from being holed into your office. Or just snuggling with Jungwoo on the sheets inside your beach house. Or even having sex with Jungwoo on the sho-

"Baby," Jungwoo chuckles. "What are you thinking of?" He asks, before planting a kiss on your forehead. "You look deep in thought," he added. A blush crept on your cheeks, making you wonder if he has read your mind being raunchy. You sigh before answering, "I still can't believe you booked this whole beach resort for the whole week, Woo. I-Isn't it too much?" He only chuckles, looking at your cute wondering face before hugging you tighter. "Baby, if it means spending my time for you, then it's not too much. It's worth it," he kisses your forehead again. "Besides," he grins cockily, "it would be a great place for us to make up for all the sex we've been missing." 

You slap his stomach, your cheeks heating up, "Woo!" You hide your face on his toned chest, embarrassed even though it's just the two of you here. "Nah, just kidding, baby," he runs his fingers through your hair. "We'll just stay here and cuddle… and enjoy as much as we can." He pulls you to straddle him. "I miss moments like this," he says while nuzzling your chest and hugging you tight. 

The action alone made you squirm. Aside from his nose unintentionally tickling your sensitive chest, it didn't help but awaken your dick confined in the warmth of your shorts. He internally smirks, knowing what he is doing before kissing your erect nipples through your shirt, which immediately sends shockwaves to your body. "J-Jungwoo," you whimper before pulling his head closer to your chest and subtly moving your hips against his crotch. You can tell your boyfriend gets turned on as well by the way he grinds his hips against yours. His hands made their way to your ass cheeks and aggressively grabbed on them. A loud moan escapes your mouth from how hard he squeezes the globes of your ass. 

Seeing Jungwoo's face against your chest, you cup his face and slam your lips against his soft ones. It didn't take him a second to kiss back and hungrily devour your lips. You miss the sensation of his soft lips locking against yours and all those moments when he was on top of you and devouring your face. There were times when your kisses get messy with your drool everywhere on your mouths. This time would be no different. You wrap your arms around his head to deepen the kiss and instantly, he bites your lower lip and inserts his tongue in your mouth. You taste the wine you both had earlier as he maneuvers his tongue inside your mouth. 

A soft noise of arousal escapes your throat as Jungwoo moves your hips against his grinding body, his shorts doing no justice in hiding his erection. You both hear pants and soft moans you both pulled out for much-needed air. Jungwoo smirks at how swollen your lips have become. Chapstick ruined by your drool. Looking at you with lust and love, Jungwoo immediately attacks your neck with soft kisses not missing to hit the spot that makes you weak for him. Your eyes roll back upon feeling Jungwoo biting on your neck. He growls upon seeing the faded marks littered on your neck and it's high time he replaces it with new, visible, large love bites and you happily expose your neck for him to mark. 

Your hips didn't slow down as well. Matching Jungwoo's energy, you grind harder against his obvious bulge, his shorts being stained with the wetness coming from his slit. Jungwoo lets out a loud moan before flipping your positions and pinning you lying on the wide couch. Breathy moans came from Jungwoo as he grinds on you, his clothed cock prodding on your thighs. "Fuck, baby, I love you," he growls before slamming his lips on yours. The kiss this time is slow and passionate, with soft moans and sounds of arousal coming from both of you, expressing your burning love for each other. You wrap your hands around Jungwoo's neck to keep close the distance between the both of you. 

Subtly, his hands tugged at the bottom of your shirt. He swiftly pulls out and takes your shirt off. Your shorts went flying after, exposing your whole body to the soft sea breeze. He quickly takes off his shirt, revealing the toned body that always made you hard and leaking just at the sight. And with how fine Jungwoo looks between your legs, it is impossible to go soft. He softly pulls your legs up, planting soft kisses in your inner thighs. "Just lay down there, prince," he softly whispers. "Let me do all the work for you," he kisses your inner thighs. 

Before you could whine about him not kissing you where you wanted to, he instantly grabbed your aching length and took your dick in his mouth in one go. Rapidly, he bobs his head all over your length and moans at the taste of your precum oozing out your slit. With how good Jungwoo takes you whole, you couldn't help but buck your hips upward to gain more friction on your dick, which made him gag slightly. With one hand, he presses and massages your balls with the right pressure. With the other, he holds your hips down before wandering it all over your body and makes its way on your sensitive nipples, which he stimulates by flicking and pinching on them. With how good Jungwoo takes your dick and how sexy he looked between your legs, you couldn't help but squirm and hold on into the couch's material for dear life. 

"Ahhh- fuck!" Your hips bucked upwards into Jungwoo's mouth as if it had a mind of its own. With Jungwoo's warm mouth sending you into overdrive, it made it impossible for you to contain your noises in this beach resort. If there were people, they would've heard Jungwoo's name being screamed repeatedly, which made him smirk as he takes you whole and slams his head on your base and moans harder on your dick. That alone made you edge closer to your climax, your throbbing dick threatening to spill inside the warmth of Jungwoo's mouth. 

"J-Jungwoo… baby… I-I'm," you whimper and with that, Jungwoo pulls away, smirking at the mess you have become from an orgasm that was ripped off you. "W-Why did you stop?" You whimper with beady eyes, giving Jungwoo a desperate look. "I-I was close," you whimper. 

Jungwoo leans down and cups yours face and begins planting soft kisses all over your face. "Just trust me, baby boy. I'll make you feel good," he calmly whispers before leaving a peck on your lips. Out of the pocket of his shorts, he takes a packet of lube before fully taking off his shorts and boxers. You instantly held your legs up upon seeing this. He squeezes a significant amount on his fingers before entering your awaiting hole which twitched upon feeling the cold lube and Jungwoo's fingers stretching you out. 

If it weren't for the butt plug you were wearing earlier, you might've been shrieking in pain right now. Jungwoo is a delicate person and you knew that. In all your sessions, he always made sure that you were doing alright with no pain or concerns and this time won't be different. After a few minutes of prepping, Jungwoo finally applied the remaining lube on his cock, to which he moaned deeply as he pumped its length. After grabbing a nearby pillow and putting it under your waist, Jungwoo slowly inserts his lubed cock into your prepped hole. The both of you released a series of groans at the entry, as if you were both fucking for the first time from how tight your walls were welcoming Jungwoo's cock. 

"H-Hold my hand, please," you whimper to which Jungwoo lovingly complied. You spent the whole time kissing while waiting for you to fully adjust to his length. Jungwoo also lulled and whispered sweet nothings to your ear keeping still until waiting for the signal to continue. 

"Please move," you whisper at the same time clench your walls around his shaft. Instantly, Jungwoo thrusts at a slow pace hitting your prostate everytime to which you moan in chorus. You were basically a puddle of moans as Jungwoo pokes your prostate with his tip and as he leaves soft bites into your collarbones and chest, resulting in pink marks decorating the area. 

"What a pretty boy you are," Jungwoo praises before moving at a faster pace. "So pretty and perfect for me," he kisses your forehead. "My love," he kisses your cheek, "My sweetheart," he kisses your other cheek, "My prince," he lovingly locks his lips into yours. The kiss was less rough than before. Rather, his lips move slower and softer against yours. You feel the warmth from Jungwoo's chest and the butterflies dancing in your stomach. Sparks ignite through your whole body as Jungwoo leans in closer, making sounds of sincere bliss. If only you could hold your breath and be in this position with Jungwoo forever, you'd definitely do all that it takes to make this possible. 

You both pull out for air and release a series of guttural moans signalling your incoming high. "Jungwoo, please," you whimpered desperately. "I'm gonna cum," you sob as he hits your prostate repeatedly. "Baby boy," he grunts. "I'm… fucking close as well," he curses under his breath. "Fuck," you scream as you feel your orgasm building up. Seeing this, Jungwoo locks your fingers with his as he thrusts desperately to chase both your highs. 

"Jungwoo," you whimper as you finally shoot your load between your warm bodies. Milky cum mixing with the sweat and adding to the warmth between your bodies. Jungwoo releases inside you shortly after, cursing and grunting while chasing the remains of his high. To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement as you feel your sleepiness hug you. However, you don't miss the 'I love you' coming from Jungwoo, making you smile before drifting off in his arms.

The calming rush of the waves of the sea and the shifting on the sheets woke you up. You open your eyes and find yourself in the bedroom of your rented beach house. Next to you was a just woke up Jungwoo, with his adorable bed hair, looking at you with so much fondness. You smile back and snuggle closer to his chest and take in his sweet scent and the warmth of him and the sheets. 

"Good morning, angel," he sweetly whispers before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, making you smile in ecstasy. 

This must be heaven.

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[moonctzeny]

The Art of Seduction - The Novice

pairing: coworker! jungwoo x female reader x coworker! jaehyun (nct 127 series)

genre: smut, fluff

word count:  4,9k

warnings: explicit sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, handjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sir/boss kink, manipulation

summary:

“You are all soul when you want to be, when you feel it, take me far away from my body.”

What separates Novices from ordinary innocent young people is that they are fatally curious. Finding their innocence a burden, they long to be initiated into the ways of the world. Everyone sees them as so sweet and innocent, but they know this isn't so—they cannot be as angelic as people think them.

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Part 1

Part 2 - The Novice

You’ve been studying him all morning.

Fumbling with a stapler, a pen, his scribbled notebook. By noon, you’ve already reached the definite conclusion that Jungwoo resembled a deer. Tall and lissome, wide-eyed and nervous; not many differences could be spotted between the young man and a prey caught in headlights. Always electrified by a current of nervousness that one may think he’d get rid of after working for almost a year at the company.

His naiveté, however, wasn’t just related to his inexperience at the workplace. It was something that stemmed from within. You’ve heard all about him from his colleagues. Buried in student textbooks for years, polishing his academic profile, Jungwoo was thrown too quickly into the adult world without enjoying the sweet benefits that came with it. Plenty of workers in the office had confided in you of their fantasies with the deer. And boy did he finally want a taste as well.

You prowled towards his cubicle confidently, with intention, dressed in all black as if to make the contrast between you both even more evident.

“Mr. Kim?”

He jumps at your sudden presence, doe eyes staring up at you. You can dully see your reflection through his prescription glasses, the silhouette of a cthonic deity set on misleading and seducing. Jungwoo wasn’t used to being addressed so formally, one reason being his short time in the company and the other being his young looks. A bright green highlighter that Jungwoo was previously holding dropped to the floor, its rolling sound just barely drowning out his mumbling.

“M-May I help you?”

“Aren’t you the intern that’s working for Mr. Jung?”

“Mm-yes. Well not anymore”, he babbles out right before clearing his throat, taking out his agenda from the top drawer. He can’t help but quickly let his eyes scan every inch of your body. “I mean, I’m not an intern anymore.”

You nod sympathetically, pretending to care about his promotion.

“I’d like to book an appointment with Mr. Jung tomorrow, if he’s available. The name’s Doll.”

He jolts it down quickly and underlines the writing with a pink highlighter. As far as you could see, everything in his little book was color-coordinated, following what seemed like a very well-thought-out organizational system.

“And what’s yours?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What’s your name?”

You wait patiently as he lets a deep breath out, controlling his raging heartbeat. Respiration had already settled in beads over his brows from your small conversation.

“Jungwoo.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Doll is pretty. I mean- it’s a pretty name.”

You chuckle incredulously at his nervousness, borrowing a blank sticky note from his desk without bothering to ask. “If you liked that then you should hear my phone number.”

You don’t even have to look at him to know about the pink clouds of rosy color that have settled over his cheeks. You’re too busy writing down your personal array of digits in barely discernible handwriting.

“Do you know about the bar across the street?”

“Y-yeah.”

Leaning forward, you place both of your hands on the handles of his desk chair. His Adam's apple bobbles nervously, eyes jumping from one feature of your face to the other, taking you all in. He could’ve sworn he had seen those eyes before. Maybe in a past life, he thought. He’d remember. You were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on.

Carefully, you slip the now-folded post-it note inside the front pocket of his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat through the fabric.

“Wanna go have a drink with me after work?”

He contemplates for a second, divided on what he should do. It’s not like he doesn’t want to join you, he really does. What scares him most is his own inexperience, all the possible ways he could fuck up this date. Your sweet smell doesn’t make his decision-making any faster, nor easier.

“No pressure.”

Time to man up.

“See you at 5.”

Jungwoo looked even better at the ambient lighting of the bar.

If it wasn’t for his tie that was loosened just enough to expose his collarbones, you wouldn’t have guessed he’d just finished a 9 to 5. His straight hair was unaffected by the humidity tonight, lips swollen slightly from the drop in temperature. You settled in at the bar’s corner, picking out a nice enough liquor to warm you up. You intentionally took the seat right next to him, getting cozy and exchanging body warmth. After a couple of sips of his drink, he visibly loosened up.

“So, Jungwoo, tell me about yourself. What made you want to join the company?”

He wipes his sweaty hands on his pants, nervous that you addressed him.

“Actually, it was Mr. Jung”

“Jung Jaehyun?”, you ask, eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Yes”, he chuckled shyly, “he visited my university as a representative of the company on career day. I thought to myself that I really wanted to be like him one day.”

“You seem to really admire him, huh?”

“I do”, he answers sincerely, “He just looks like he has it all figured out, you know?”

You nod in agreement, circling the rim of your glass with your index in the meantime. What an interesting piece of information.

Raising your glance back up at him, you notice that his eyes are fixated on the work of your nimble fingertips. Jungwoo may seem innocent, but he is also a horny man in his twenties. You grip the base of the sweaty glass firmly, moving your palm up in a repeated motion and fueling his fantasies.

Motioning to the waitress, you ask for two shots of your favorite tequila. Before you can even manage to come up with a new body-language innuendo, the full, short glasses have already arrived. Cheerfully, you raise your glass to your handsome date.

“To new friends”, you toast.

“To you”, he adds.

The burning drink makes you cringe as it travels down your throat, setting your body on fire. As you fight back the welling tears, you realize just how much you love that feeling, that temporary pain that reminds you of being alive.

“Should we get two more?”, you offer, already chasing back the feeling.

“I can’t handle alcohol very well.”

His eyes focus on the clock that’s hanging on the wall behind you, its neon exterior contrasting comically amidst the vintage decorations of the bar. Jungwoo vaguely starts to recall the last time he’d visited that same place, so intoxicated that the plastic the clock was made of almost seemed to melt. He remembers thinking that he’d jumped inside a Dali painting somehow.

The left side of Jungwoo’s brain begins to throb as the memories of that night start to materialize slowly. He’d just gotten accepted as an intern at the company, and his friends convinced him to go celebrate at the local bar. Jungwoo wasn’t used to these types of celebrations, he wasn’t really the partying type, yet he still played along for the occasion. Shot after shot of clear liquid disappeared from between his full lips, each of them burning even more than the one he’d downed before.

With his friends egging him on, Jungwoo stumbled towards a woman he’d been eyeing, who was as blurry as she was beautiful. Barely teetering on the brink of consciousness, he managed to choke out a greeting before her hair began to blend and wrap around the melting clock. His stomach churned violently, head pounding from the sound of his friends’ laughter as he collapsed to the floor. He tried dragging himself out of the delirium, but to no avail. That’s all he could remember before blacking out.

“I can’t handle alcohol very well.”, he repeats.

You place your palm lightly over his cheekbone, rubbing his skin with your thumb to comfort him. “It’s okay. We don’t have to drink anymore.”

Moving his face just a centimeter to the left, Jungwoo lets your thumb come in contact with his alcohol-stained lips. He closes his eyes, letting go for just a second, and rests the weight of his head on your welcoming hand. Rests the weight of the world on you.

Clearing his throat, he asks you a question this time.

“So how about you? How come you joined the company?”

Just as you open your mouth to answer, as if rehearsed, the music changes into a slow, blues rock song.

“I loved this band when I was in high school”, you lie, “Wanna dance with me?”

Jungwoo isn’t a great dancer, but he would gladly dance the whole night with you. Letting you lead him to the middle of the small dancefloor, he realizes that this is the first time he doesn’t feel the strangers’ gazes around him menacingly pierce the back of his neck. He doesn’t care that he’s in the middle of a crowded bar, dancing drunkenly. He doesn’t care that he’s seen.

Swaying slowly to the beat of the song, you feel your body relax under the heat of Jungwoo’s arms that wrap around you. His long fingers rest just above the swell of your ass, and as you press your chest against him the more they dig into your supple skin.

“Having fun?”, you mewl with a smile as you hook two fingers through the loop of his necktie, bringing him in even closer. His breath hits your face now. He knows you’re just a stranger, so how can you make him feel so much?

“Yes. Thank you”, he replies quietly enough for only you to hear.

“For what?”

“For making me feel like the man I want to be.”

Encouraged by the alcohol running through his bloodstream, Jungwoo lets his lips crash against yours. You move your whiskey-flavored mouth against his languidly, slowly unraveling his tie in the meantime to keep your hands busy. Soon he is panting, face flushed and lower body hardening against your skirt.

“Wanna come to my place?”, you suggest against his lips, in a voice so full of promises that it’s impossible to say no.

He nods and scurries off towards your forgotten coats, using his long outerwear to hide his eager hard-on. You both hurry inside a taxi, your apartment’s address being the destination. Not once did your hands leave each other’s body, making out throughout the trip like high school lovers. When you arrived, Jungwoo basically jumped out of the cab, absentmindedly throwing an amount of cash to the driver that would leave a very generous tip.

You stumbled up the stairs of your building, both a little drunk from all the kisses and the alcohol.

“Here I am”, you let him know by pointing towards the door that belonged to your place. You tug the sleeve of his shirt playfully, inviting him in as you fumble with your keys.

He groans, sitting still.

“Doll, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

He dances on the tip of his feet nervously, thinking of what to say and how to say it.

“I- don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”

You stop turning the key inside your keyhole mid-circle, moving your body to face him.

“Not ready- Oh, Jungwoo, are you a virgin?”

“No, no”, he clarifies, placing his palms on the back of your arms to calm you, “But I’m also not too experienced. I don’t think I can do this whole one-night thing just yet.”

You put his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs just how he likes it. He leans in for a kiss and you keep it sweet, connecting your lips until he deflates against you.

“We don’t have to rush. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel ready for.”

Jungwoo lets out a sigh of relief at your words.

“Thank you.”

“Why don’t I text you and we can maybe go out again sometime? If you’d like that, of course”

“I’d love that, please.”

Turning your body away from his, you resume unlocking the door and wish him goodnight with the blow of a kiss.

“What’s so funny?”, Jaehyun whisper-yells as your neighbor almost jogs away to not interrupt your first kiss any further. You don’t answer him, only rub his lips with the back of your palm, the red lipstick you had messily transferred all over him successfully being wiped off. He laughs heartily at the realization and leans in to steal one more kiss, red painting his lips once more.

“Jaehyun! I just wiped it off!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, holding your chin between his thumb and his index so that you look at him, “I like it”. He leans in again, kissing your lips, the corner of your mouth, your jaw; moving slowly to the lobe of your ear, leaving a red trail behind. “And I like the way you say my name”.

His whisper knocks all the air out of your lungs, your whole body screaming to just drag him upstairs and moan his name the way he likes all night. It feels impossible but you know what you have to do, pulling him into one last kiss before you unstick your body from his.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket once, letting you know you received a message. You’re almost sure who’s the sender, Jungwoo proving to be a very enthusiastic texter ever since you pinged his phone after your date to the bar. There’s no time for you to entertain his endless need for attention. You’re too busy with the man in front of you.

“I have to go but thank you, again.”

Jaehyun clears his throat, flashing you his pearly whites once more before letting you go.

“See you tomorrow Doll.”

You enter your building giddily, ascending the stairs with a smile of satisfaction at how things turned out. Jaehyun seemed to genuinely like you, enamored by you even, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t occupy a big part of your thoughts as well.

Walking down the hall, you notice a familiar man laying his body weight against your door. Your smile drops.

“Jungwoo?”

“Doll.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you after work but it seems like you are the one surprising me after all.”

His solemnity, his glossy eyes. It could only mean one thing.

“You saw us?”

“You have lipstick all over your face. Guess Mr. Jung is messier than I thought.”

You bring your fingers to your lips, rubbing the sensitive skin around them. Your digits soon turn red like the sirens going off in your head.

“Jungwoo, I can explain-”

You didn’t expect him to kiss you. His lips press against you feverishly, with intent. You get lost in his passion as he pushes you against your front door, confused at his reaction yet glad that he doesn’t hate you.

“You smell like him”, he growls in your ear as he nibbles at your lobe, a moan escaping you when you feel his hardened member poking your thigh. He gets harder and harder to read. You can only test the waters.

“But you’re the one who’s gonna fuck me.”

Fumbling with the lock, you enter your apartment before your neighbors gather behind their peeping holes. Jungwoo doesn’t leave you for a minute, tugging at your clothes like a mixture of a needy puppy and a man ready to do some damage. The overwhelmed boy you first met tunes in again for a couple of seconds, hands hovering next to his head, not knowing what to do next. Patiently, you take his right hand in yours, leading it to the most sensitive parts of your body.

“I’m just as good as him, right? Just like Mr. Jung…”

He starts to touch at your soft hips, your ass, your boobs, groping you until you’re all worked up and panting. Sensing your higher temperature he helps to rid you of all your clothes. One by one until you’re standing naked in front of his suited-up figure.

“You are. Maybe you’d like it if I called you mister as well? Mr. Jungw-”

Jungwoo moans loudly, throwing your naked body on your couch before you get to finish. You’re startled at how much he likes the pet name, his hands unzipping his slacks to let his cock swing free. The sound of his belt buckle has you arching your back even deeper. You can only feel the weight of his member over your bare ass, his palm grabbing at a handful of your hair and forcing you to stare at the ceiling.

“Say my name again.”

“Jungwoo-” His grip on your locks tightens, making you swallow a sob before speaking again. “Mr. Jung”

Jungwoo curses under his breath, his hand pressing down on the nape of your neck instead. Two of his fingers follow the line of your spine, his praising touch spreading goosebumps all over your body. He lines up the head of his cock against your slit at the sound of your whimpers, making sure that you want it as much as he wants to bottom out inside you right now. Your pussy is dripping down your thigh.

“Please, Mr. Jung. Just fuck me until I can only think of you.”

Jungwoo doesn’t need to hear anything more, his fantasy fueled up and throwing his hips forward. His dick is stretching you immediately, its impressive length hitting your cervix easily. You grab at the pillows of your couch, holding onto anything that can help you fuck against him.

“I love how you feel around me. So fucking easy to fuck but so tight. Who else are you spreading those legs for in that office, huh?”

“Only you.”

Jungwoo laughs, putting one of his feet next to you on the couch to drill his cock even deeper. With a push against your upper back, he lets you fall head-first on the bottom cushion, lewd moans muffled now. You’re drooling all over.

“I know, Dolly, I know. Let’s see if I can fuck his scent off of you.”

It was a beautiful revelation in the form of his snapping hips against your swollen pussy; the novice turning into a roué. The lost employee playing with the one thing that his role model wants most. Him using you as much as you are using him.

He can almost taste him in the red lipstick you’ve smeared all over his mouth.

Your ass bounces as his hipbones hit against it, thrusts turning erratic as he chases his high. With his long arm wrapping around you, he finds your swollen clit easily, rubbing circles around the flesh with his index and middle finger.

“Oh my god”, your voice scratches out from the back of your throat, heat coiling up around your stomach. You’re the first to reach your climax, hole clenching around his cock and soaking it up. Jungwoo holds you up right on time as your thighs start to shake and give up, fucking into you sloppily through your orgasm.

“Fuck”

Right before he hits the height of pleasure, Jungwoo manages to slip out of you. His cock slaps against his still buttoned shirt from the momentum, ropes of cum flying into the air and landing over your waist and ass. The white liquid starts to travel down your holes, mixing up with your own slick before it hits your apartment’s wooden floor.

Jungwoo looks completely entranced by the sight, body fully satisfied yet mind embarrassed by the weight of your little roleplay he initiated for your first time.

“I’m sorry”, he mutters under his breath as the last drops of cum still fall on your body, so warm and soft and bendable that a little voice urges him to do it all over again.

Anxiously, he finds a tissue box you had laying around nearby and starts to clean you up as best as he could, handing you his jacket to cover up.

“Why are you apologizing?”, you ask him with a chuckle. “Did you not like it?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, it was amazing but the whole-”

Funny how he can’t even mention him in the aftermath. Dirty mouth going dry. You get up on your knees to reach him better, pulling his face down into a kiss. Jungwoo gladly accepts the opportunity to not speak anymore, distracted by your chest that slips out from his jacket.

“I’m the last person to judge you baby. Why don’t you go home, take a bath and think this through? And if you still want some more of this, you know where to find me.”

Jungwoo nods into the kiss, laying his forehead against yours. He’s too deep into this to walk away now, but a hot shower might help him wash away his sins.

You wake up from your slumber slowly, startled momentarily from the view of a foreign bedroom as you open up your eyes. Warm light squeezes its way between the binders to reach your body, making it glow. A sweltering heat that you can barely comprehend creeps up at you from between your legs, a liquid pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole.

There Jaehyun is, buried between your thighs and looking up at you through hooded eyes. His smile is naughty, yet the light that hits the back of his head creates a halo around him, making him look angelic. The memories of last night start to wash up against you like waves: your dinner date, him leading you to his apartment, and fucking you for the first time. And then again. And again. And again. Your “confession”. The crocodile tears for Haechan.

A raspy moan escapes you as Jaehyun licks all the way from your entrance to your sensitive clit. You cringe at how raw your body feels, the consequences of last night’s fun catching up to you. He sucks at your swollen nub then, sending a current of electricity through your spine. Numbing the pain you feel, enough to consider slipping him inside you one last time.

A buzz from your phone interrupts you, and to much of Jaehyun’s dismay, you pick it up in your hands.

Deer [8:20]

are we still on for today?

Me [8:21]

did you get cold feet, puppy?

Deer [8:21]

you better be more careful when speaking to your higher-up

Jaehyun stops the masterful work of his lips to throw your phone between his messy sheets, successfully regaining your attention.

“Just leave the damn phone for one day. Call in sick like I did.”

“Sick?”, you feign worried, joking. “Is it contagious?”

“After what we did last night, you probably have it.”

“Gross”, you deadpan, pushing his messy-haired head away. Jaehyun insists on pleasuring you, putting you in his mouth again. Licking and sucking your skin like a parched man that can never get enough. Kissing the little mole next to your pussy lovingly.

“One more time”, he mumbles against your lower lips, “I wanna see you come undone for me one more time.”

His five o’clock shadow sends a delicious pinch of pain on the cheeks of your ass as he resumes eating you out. His tongue flicks your clit repeatedly, picking up some of your juices in the process and spreading them around. Slick starts to gush from inside you as your release seems closer and closer, making Jaehyun’s jaw glisten. You whimper and plead needily as your partner picks up the pace, lips never leaving you as you start to squirm.

Your pussy convulses when you cum, hole tightening around nothing. It’s hard for you to distinguish whether you’ve slipped into another dream or if it’s just the haziness of it all, vision blurry from the intensity of your orgasm.

“So beautiful”, he whispers as he stares at your heaving chest, and all the little marks he’s left around your body.

Jaehyun pecks your clit one last time, wiping the mess you’ve made on his face lazily before plopping on the bed next to you. You indulge in cuddling with him for a good ten minutes, risking falling asleep and missing work before you decide to get up for good. Jaehyun kisses his teeth as he watches you collect your clothes that are thrown all over the floor and head to his bathroom.

“You’re a workaholic.”

“And you’re a sex addict.”

After getting out of the shower, Jaehyun’s already asleep. You hope that last night’s date outfit is still considered work-appropriate, borrowing one of his scarves he has laying around to cover up the low décolletage of your dress. Carefully inspecting your reflection in the mirror, you make sure you haven’t left any traces of Jaehyun on you. After you spray a few good pumps of your cologne to cover up the intense smell of his shower gel, you make your way to the subway.

The company was busy as usual, assistants and executives running past you without giving you a second glance. There were only two people in the office who felt their hearts beating faster: you, and a nervous Jungwoo sitting on Jung Jaehyun’s desk.

You enter Jaehyun’s personal office after knocking twice at the door, Jungwoo’s trembling voice letting you in.

His face looks flushed, temples glistening in sweat from the nerves and the arousal. Slowly making your way towards the desk, you feel his eyes raking your outfit that’s riskier than your normal work attire. You take a seat on the right armrest of Jaehyun’s office chair, your body resting against Jungwoo. He’s already hard underneath his slacks.

“You asked for me, Mr. Jung?”

“I- I did”, Jungwoo stutters before clearing his throat, forcing confidence, “you have a lot of work to do, Doll.”

You smirk at his acting, taking off Jaehyun's scarf to reveal your cleavage. The man next to you swallows dryly when you press your left boob against his shoulder. Your dress is riding up, uncovering your thighs and making him drool at the sight.

“Do I?”

“Yes”, he croaks out, palming himself to relieve some of his frustration, “you’ve been slacking off lately.”

“It’s not my fault Mr. Jung”, you mewl, running your fingers through his hair and petting his thigh in the meantime. You try your best to cover up your dirty work so that the people passing by the semi-frosted glass of the office don’t see what you’re up to. “When I see you working I just can’t concentrate. My mind keeps flying off to other things.”

“Like what?”, he asks austerely, gasping when you unzip his pants and wrap your hand around his hard cock. Your index finger collects the precum already dripping from his tip, spreading it all over his length as you start to jerk him slowly.

“Like you bending me right over this desk, flipping up my skirt, and taking me raw.”

“With all these people watching?”

You chuckle, dipping your hand even lower to massage the underside of his balls.

“You didn’t seem to care about being watched when you practically humped me in that crowded bar a couple of weeks ago.”

You were being hyperbolic, but the effect of your words on Jungwoo is evident. His reflection on the black computer screen in front of him stares back at you with wide eyes, his member getting impossibly hard. You rub your soft palm against his tip and you feel him shiver.

“Go on, turn on the computer. We’re working, aren’t we Mr. Jung? You know the password. You’re the boss.”

Jungwoo lifts his trembling hands on the keyboard, typing in the password he knows by heart from the days of working for Jaehyun as an intern. The company’s database system comes to life in front of him, the words made up of pixels looking like gibberish when he’s so close to cumming.

Hearing his ragged breath, you start to jerk him faster. The veins that run across his cock pulsate under your grip, and Jungwoo lifts up his hips slightly to thrust even harder into your fist. The thing that sends him over the edge is the sound of the metallic nameplate on Jaehyun’s desk that shakes more the harder you pleasure him.

You manage to contain some of his cum inside your palm, ropes of white running down your fingers as it overflows. His cock is still throbbing, more shots pouring out with the slightest touch, staining his work shirt and long tie.

“You’re amazing.” You smile at him while you let him catch a breath, cleaning your hand with a tissue you took out from your purse.

“Thank you.”

“No, I mean it. You have this gift- I need you to come back to me again soon. You are all soul when you want to be, when you feel it, take me far away from my body.”

You turn around to check if someone is watching you, and steal a quick kiss from his full lips. His face is glowing. You thank him again.

Jungwoo groans at the mess he made, taking off his jacket to cover up his front. “I’m gonna go clean up in the bathroom. Can you turn off the computer for me? And text me later?”

“You got it.”

Patiently, you wait until he’s fully left the room before you take his seat on Jaehyun’s desk chair. You get your keychain from your bag, unhook a USB you keep there and connect the driver to the computer. Quickly navigating through the company’s database, you scroll down the names of the workers that the HR department keeps here along with their credentials.

You find your name in seconds, and upload a file of forged letter recommendations from your previous workplaces. ‘Doll’ is now fully qualified.

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Jungwoo x Black!Fem.Reader

🎀 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

🎀 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: +𝟷𝟾, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜.

🎀 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝟷,𝟶𝟶𝟶. 𝙸𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕

🎀 𝙰/𝚗: 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝; 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝚜𝚝

A glowing morning light shined through the window, a beautiful ambience of birds singing serenaded your ears. A sweet way to wake up. Gathered in silk sheets as you sit up to see you and your boyfriend's clothes and condoms scattered around the bedroom floor. A reminder of how last night went. Now Jungwoo, absolutely loved to see your face in the morning, especially after last night.

Your brown, silky, soft skin that glistened with sweat from the both of your bodies. That heavenly, vixen voice that hypnotized him. Of course, the lewd faces you made. The thought of it, could easily rile him up.

Jungwoo stood in the kitchen making you something to eat. As for you, well you were somewhat awake. More like forcing yourself to get up, ideally, Jungwoo would have to come and get you. However, seemed like the smell of breakfast was winning you over.

Wondering out of bed to search for where your boyfriend had gone. Needless to say, you were still nude and didn't care to wonder around the house in these conditions. How many times did Jungwoo see you without clothes?

There he stood, your eyes gaze upon his strikingly gorgeous figure. He was cooking, standing at the stove making something. Jungwoo wore a plain white shirt, and some basketball shorts.

You were a bit hopeful, maybe this morning Jungwoo would be naked? But no, your love was fully clothed. You smiled anyway, regardless; nude or fully clothed. Jungwoo looked amazing either way. You took quick strides over to your boyfriend causing small sounds along the kitchen tiles each step you took.

Jungwoo hummed while making you something to recharge you. He jumped a little feeling to small, mocha toned arms wrap around his chest, "Morning Jungwoo."

Feeling two cushions pressed against his mid-back, he peers over his shoulder. The both of your eyes meeting, as you look up at him. God your eyes were gorgeous, beautiful brown doe eyes look up at him.

He'd gladly submit to your evey whim with you looking at him like that. It doesn't take long before his eyes wonder a bit further. Jungwoo swiftly faces forward, face flushed. Not only did he expect you to still be sleep, you were up and about..nonetheless naked too.

Jungwoo sighed out of frustration yet amused, "Morning..Sweetness- You're not supposed up yet."

"I'm sorry, I missed you baby.", He shivered at those words, 'baby' that word that slipped past your lips was like music to his ears. Such a simple word, but once again, another thing about you that was enough to make Jungwoo kneel to you.

Then, pulling up Jungwoo's shirt a little, you began placing small kisses; trailing them up Jungwoo's spine. In the process, feeling up Jungwoo's toned back with your hands; They were freezing. He sucked in at his teeth as a reaction to your ice cold hands. Your hands eventually made their way wrapped around him, pulling him closer. You were practically leaning onto him, soft globes pressed into his back.

Jungwoo's hand left the handle of the pan to grab yours,"H-Hey.. be careful, I dont want you to burn yourself." Right..You'd got caught up teasing him, you'd forgotten that he was cooking.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-", you purred.

You hummed as you embeded kisses into his spine, Slipping your hand past the waist-band of his basketball shorts. Jungwoo softly called out to you- he wanted to let his voice out so bad.

However, He needed to finish breakfast..it was taking every ounce in his body to not throw onto the livingroom couch and show you first hand the Highway to Heaven.

"Bad Girl, Its too early for this- Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute." Your hand stopped inching towards Jungwoo's you know what-, instead wrapping around his waist. Nudging your body, your breasts specifically, against Jungwoo's back as an attempt to rile him up.

"Oh, Come on. Don't be like that baby",you whined.

"Y-Y/n..", he whined. Oh like sweet music to your ears. You giggled, "Alright then~ I'll leave you alone now ♡". 'You damn tease',he thought to himself. He quite did miss your touch.

"I'll be a good girl and go back to bed, Jungwoo" ,You winked. Slowing walking to tease him more. You could've sworn you'd seen a bit of a tent in his shorts, though you'd figured you'd wait till he was done cooking.

Jungwoo watched you walk away. Hypnotized by the way your long coily hair, swayed side to side as it brushed against your ass when you walked away. With his face flushed red, he turned back to the food he was making for you. Maybe burned the food a little, thinking about you..Yeah. whoops!

A few minutes later Jungwoo came to his bedroom, he set the breakfast down on the night stand.

Seemed that within a few minutes you had fallen back asleep. He leaned forward on the bed trying to get your attention. You smiled hearing his heavenly his voice call you. A question he asked you everytime; after a Long, steamy, passionate, rough night of Love making.

"Darling, is everything okay? You're not feeling sore are you? No weakness anywhere? Was I going to harsh on you?"

"Too harsh? Jungwoo, you were like an angel last night! You couldn’t have been anymore gentler." You reached out to cup his face pulling him closer.

"I-I know, I just want to make sure Im not hurting you. Especially when you ask me to go harder." This time it was your turn to blush.

"R-Right, I did say that last night-",you smile bashfuly.

A sly smiled stretching across Jungwoo's face. "It's okay, Y/n, there's no need to be embarrassed. You know I'll go as fast, and as hard as you like", He teasingly stated.

"Jungwoo- don't..." ,you whined embarrassed. Jungwoo responded with a playful wink this time and with a playful tone,"There's revenge for messing with me. Plus you know its true.."

You rolled your eyes making Jungwoo laugh. He pulled you close peppering your face in kisses. Speaking in between kisses,"Don't. Roll. Your. Eyes. At. Me." He halted for a little to look at you, composing yourself, you gazed up at him. In a trance by one another for a bit, you finally reminded of the previous question he had asked-

"Oh! To..answer your question-" ,your hands slide you Jungwoo's shoulders, "-I'm 100%, No pains, no soreness. I'm alright."

Jungwoo smiled wryly, "Are you sure? You know I'll run you a bath, I can get a heating pad, pain killers-" You interrupt Jungwoo with a kiss, leaving his lips missing yours as you pull away. His undivided attention given to you-

"Pretty boy, I'd tell you if you were hurting me." He nodded, eyes glued on you. "R-Right.." He leaned down to kiss your plump lips. And Again, And Again.. Jungwoo, so entranced by your enchanting lips.

"Mm, Jungwoo-", you called between kisses.

"Hm?",He responded.

"The breakfast..." His lips left yours, staring down at your beautiful form for a moment

"The..breakfast? Oh!!" He nearly fell off the bed trying to get off of you,"Oh! Y/n Im so sorry! Let me go heat this up! Oh no!" Jungwoo, who is now embarrassed sprints off with the plate of delicious goods. You giggled finding it quite amusing. "He's cute" Thats Your Jungwoo ♡

Written on February 2nd 2022! Sorry for the dates I like to keep track of when I written my fanfics. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

[thesafecafe]

You’ll Always Be Mine, Baby

Request: here

CW: Stalking, possessive behavior, lies, manipulation, invasion of privacy, alcohol, toxic ex-boyfriend Jungwoo, slight yandere themes, obsessive & possessive themes, black fem reader, she/her pronouns, 18+, minors dni, enjoy,

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of this behavior in real life, nor do I think any of the members of NCT would act this way in real life. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a guide to the idol’s personality or actions in real life. If anyone in your life is acting like this towards you or someone you know, please contact the proper authorities as soon as possible. Stay safe!!

Jungwoo was always good at acting. It was a special talent of his, and he was so good at it, that he was in several of his university’s productions. You’d been studying in Korea for a while now, and double majored in theatre and film production. You received a recommendation from your counselor to take an acting class as an elective, and you happened to take the last spot in the same class as Jungwoo. In a course that only took twenty five students per semester, you’d gotten very lucky. It was only natural for you to be a source of interest for inquiring minds, namely Jungwoo. He’d met you during the third week of class, although you already knew who he was. You wound up being paired with him for a class project, and your relationship blossomed from there.

Jungwoo was amazing. He got to know you during the semester, and would show you around the campus. He was curious about you, and often asked questions about your life in the country you came from before. He found you to be the most interesting person he’d encountered in a long time. He felt at ease with you, and fell for you quickly. He felt relaxed in your presence; he didn’t have to act with you. It helped that you were so sweet, and it didn’t take long for you two to start dating. Everyone knew you two were close, so it came as no surprise when people found out that you were dating.

At first, it was a happy, healthy relationship. Your boyfriend was very caring loving, and attentive, always by your side. But, as your relationship progressed to new levels, you found yourself becoming insecure about something: your age. Granted, while you were only two years apart, sometimes you could feel the age gap around some of his younger friends. You’d also been in college a bit longer than he had, and for some reason, it just bothered you. It may seem like a small issue, or silly to some, but it gnawed at you frequently, especially hanging out around his friends. 

They were really nice, welcoming you into their circle with ease. They were usually polite to you, but some often made jokes about your age gap, which at first you nor Jungwoo would bat an eye at. But slowly, as your age insecurities started to grow, the jokes seemed more and more like an attack. The final straw though, was seeing your boyfriend chat with a waitress around his age, both doing some new hand gesture that had gotten popular recently. You didn't have time to keep up with the trends, which made you feel left out, and even further separated from your man. Too far into your feelings, and fed up with feeling ostracized, you did the one thing Jungwoo never saw coming: you broke up with him. You explained to him how you felt, and that your relationship should take a break, until he “had more experience with people his age.” 

“Y/N, that’s unfair! I’ve had more than one girlfriend my age, and I’m sure the only one I want to be with is you. You’re not even that much older than me, be serious!” Jungwoo ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It wasn’t playing out how he thought it would. He found your reasoning completely stupid. Were you going to let some silly insecurity throw away what you both had? “Jungwoo please, I’m serious! Just, let’s take a break for a while. Okay?” Before he could respond, you were already walking out the door, right out of his life. Jungwoo screamed, punching the wall in anger. How could you let anything, or anyone, come between you? After he’d gotten comfortable with you? He bared his heart and soul to you!  He loved you! You were his everything. You were perfect for him, his perfect little angel. You’d only dated for a year, but Jungwoo was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. You couldn’t leave him that easily. And you wouldn’t either.

For the next few weeks, you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that you were being watched. Every time you left your apartment, you felt like someone was trying to see into the innermost parts of your being. At first you thought you were being paranoid, until you noticed something. You were seeing a lot more of your ex than usual. You’d see him in more of your classes, when you only had two together. You’d see him in the cafeteria, the corner store by your apartment, etc. What made it worse though, was the staring. He never made it a secret that he was staring you down, watching you like a hawk. Had his gaze always been so intense? And how did he always seem to know where you were? You couldn’t just blame it on coincidence, when he looked at you like you were the last meal in the world. 

You wanted to confront him, and ask what was his issue, but you couldn’t really do that with Jungwoo’s reputation on campus. Not only was he the star actor in theatre productions, but he was well known around campus for being a huge sweetheart. He was charming, polite, and respectful, and people thought he was harmless. Who would suspect, or worse, accuse everyone’s favorite golden boy of stalking his ex-girlfriend? You knew this, and so did Jungwoo. You couldn’t shake him, for weeks. A trip out meant you’d see him, and you couldn’t just not leave your apartment if you wanted to pass your classes. You thought the situation was hopeless... until you found the camera.

You still slept with the same teddy bear that Jungwoo had won for you at the fair. You squeezed the bear’s head to your chest, cuddling it until your fingers grazed a particularly hard lump. You sat up, turning on your lamp to get a better look at it. It seemed as if the bear had been cut open and poorly sewn back together in the back, not easily noticeable on the medium sized bear. Grabbing scissors from your drawer, you make quick work of the poorly sewn patchwork. Digging your fingers past the stuffing, you quickly find out exactly how your ex has been able to figure out where you’ve been. A small camera blinks red light at you, and you sit there, horrified for a moment, before anger takes you over.

“How fucking dare he?!” You were beyond pissed, immediately grabbing your phone. You messaged him, telling him to meet you the next day at the café that you both frequented. You turned off the camera, not knowing that Jungwoo was panicking on the other side. He’d been watching the whole thing on his end, and not knowing what you were planning was driving him up a wall. He doesn’t know what to do when he arrives  to the café first, fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. You arrived shortly after him, your stony expression enough to send Jungwoo towards the edge of a panic attack. But Jungwoo has always been good at acting. He schools his face into a neutral expression, as he invites you to sit down. 

“I got your text, you said it was urgent. Is something wrong Y/n?” You scoffed, cutting right to the chase. “I know about the camera Jungwoo. In the stuffed bear, seriously?” Before he could say anything, you reached in your purse, setting the evidence before him. “Look Y/N, I can explain, alright?” Jungwoo paused waiting to see if you’d interrupt him, but you just raised your eyebrows, a cue for him to continue. “Okay, it was right before we broke up. One of my friends had installed a camera in his girlfriend’s apartment, because some thieves broke in. You remember Hae-rin?” You blinked at him, unmoved. “What does that situation have to do with this one? You installed a camera without telling me, you’ve been stalking me-”

Jungwoo shushed you, looking around the establishment. “Will you stop saying that? I didn’t stalk you! I’ve been looking out for you! There’ been a series of break ins around here for months, especially in your neighborhood, and I wanted to tell you after I did it, but we broke up!” Jungwoo frowned at you, hid voice having dropped down to a an aggressive whisper. “I did it to protect you, and I’m not stalking you! You still share your location with my phone, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright. We used to go everywhere together, so it wasn’t that different.” You looked at him in shock. You forgot that your phone was linked to his, and you felt half bad for accusing him, but there was still no good excuse to follow you around like a creep. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I can’t ignore the fact that you following me around is creepy.”

Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair, nodding. “I understand Y/N, and I’m truly sorry about freaking you out, and being kind of creepy these past few weeks, it was a total invasion of privacy. I know you said we were on a break, but I’ll understand if you don’t wanna get back together after this. I truly am sorry Y/N.” Jungwoo apologized, never once breaking eye contact with you. You could sense that his words were genuine, and you sighed, hating that he could make you cave so quickly. “Look Jungwoo, I think I’ll need some more time, in light of recent events. But, I won’t say I’m totally against getting back together? But I need space, seriously Jungwoo, you have to stop following me, okay?” 

Jungwoo nodded, trying to hide his excitement So you till loved him after all. “I promise Y/N. I’ll stay out of your hair, pinky swear!” He held out his pinky, and you laughed at his accidental, yet adorable rhyming. You paid for your drinks, and said your goodbyes. As you left the café, you turned, waving to Jungwoo. He waved back, until you were almost out of sight, before turning to his phone. “Ahh, Y/N. Such a forgetful little thing.” He smiled as your location popped up, not far from him. He’d have to be more careful from now on. He had to make sure you believed him, that his promises were true, otherwise you’d slip right through his fingers. And Jungwoo couldn’t have that. No one else could have you. You’d always be his. Forever. And you believed him for now, which was enough for him. He’d always been a good actor.

[clouddd-hannn]

Unexpected - Wong Yukhei

Requested

COUPLE: Wong Yukhei x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst

WARNINGS: Assassin!AU, Royal!AU, submissive!top yukhei, cockwarming, cheating, your last name is Jung (you're Jaehyun's son here), betrayal, cheating as the title suggests this'll be a bit unexpected ;)

SUMMARY: Yukhei has been sent to assassinate a prince from the Jung Kingdom, not knowing that the prince was a trained royal

"Yukhei! Bring forth my assassin," the emperor, Taeyong, shouted as the guards immediately bowed and was about to call for the called male when he appeared all of a sudden in front of the emperor, shocking both guards and the emperor himself. "Where have you been?"

"I'm gravely sorry, Your Majesty. I was searching for any possible threats around the castle. So far, there's none. Only posters and flyers scattered about in the woods," Yukhei answered with an informative tone as he bowed down and knelt on one knee before standing back up to face the emperor. "Why have you called for me, Your Highness?"

Taeyong smirked as he crossed his legs and placed his elbow on his arm rest, leaning his cheek on his left palm, a mischievous glint evident in his eyes as he looked at the assassin. "I have another mission for you. I hope you don't fail me, Yukhei," the emperor said with a stern look, Yukhei nodded as he gestured for the guards to exit.

"What is it that you ask of me for, dear Emperor? An ambush, an attack, or maybe kill someone?" Yukhei asked as he looked at the emperor who smiled evilly before he interlaced his fingers together and chuckled darkly.

"The Jungs has a son, right? The rightful heir to the king's throne. They've been boasting about their son and you know how I love pretty young boys. Torturing them as they wriggle in pain—"

"Dear Emperor, the Kims have arrived."

Taeyong looked up from Yukhei towards the door, making him sigh, having no more option than to greet the Kims. Before he could walk away, he glanced towards Lucas' way and smirked. "I hope you can get him for me, Yukhei."

Yukhei watched as Taeyong walked away before nodding and pulling his hood up his head, putting on his mask to cover his face. He slowly blended in with the dark as he walked away.

"Lucas?" A voice made him stop as he looked down, looking down to see his red-haired boyfriend, Jungwoo, whose eyes were glazed with worry as he frowned in concern. "Do you have to go? I don't want you to return with scars and blood all over your body."

Yukhei smiled sweetly, though Jungwoo failed to see it as his mouth was hidden under the black mettalic-like mask he was wearing. He neared the other and hugged him close to assure the older that everything will be alright. "Look, Jungwoo. Everything will be fine. I'll only be kidnapping the prince and what's the worse that could happen?"

Jungwoo's answer was delayed as he thought about Yukhei's words, contemplating, before finally sighing and gently removed the mask from Yukhei face to place a peck on his lips. Yukhei smiled as he kissed the other again, not wanting to let go of Jungwoo. Before things led on, Yukhei pulled away and smiled reassuringly at the male as he placed his mask back on his face.

"I'll be fine, Woo. The only thing you have to worry about for now is your own welfare. Be safe and stay out of danger, I mean anything. Don't wait for me, okay? I think this'll be longer than my usual ones," Yukhei stated as he kissed his boyfriend's forehead and waved goodbye after they've exchanged 'I love you's.

Yukhei embarked on a journey to find your kingdom on a horse the emperor had offered him, although Yukhei said he was fine without it. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into a day. Yukhei has been dropping off places to eat and rest and he still has yet to know where your kingdom is.

"I heard the royal family's looking forward to the coronation of their only son, the Crowned Prince Jung M/N," one villager said with a slight chuckle. You're older than the prince. Yukhei thought as he brushed it off before finally realizing what they were talking about.

"Wait, wait! Excuse me, by chance. Is this village being reigned by King Jaehyun I?" Yukhei asked the lady who in turn, turned towards him with a scowl before blushing profusely and smiled coyly, tucking a hair behind her ear. The lady nodded before he looked up at Yukhei and was about to say something but the assassin had already turned around as he got on his horse.

So, this is the Jung's kingdom? Yukhei thought as he shouted a loud 'Hyah', raising the horse bridle's reins high before pulling it back down with an audible 'whip', wanting the horse to go faster. Luckily, the palace was not that far so he managed to arrive within an hour. He carressed the horse's white hair as he tied the horse's bridle to a post.

He walked towards the gate and inspected, trying to find a way to get inside without anyone noticing. He looked at the guard post, seeing two guards guiding the gates. He sighed before looking back at the horse and thought of an idea.

He untied the horse's bridle's from the tree and slapped his butt, the horse neighing before he walked back to hide somewhere and shouted, "Ah! Help me! Anyone!"

The guards went frantic as they looked around, watching as a horse chased after 'someone'. Although doubting, they nonetheless left their posts, making Yukhei smirk. That was too easy. He thought before finally walking past the gates and into the castle. Luckily, no one was there so he was glad.

As he walked furthermore into the castle, he noticed something odd. How he was able to enter the castle was easy, very easy to the point that it was suspicious. The whole castle was silent as he walked upstairs. He turned towards a corner before he heard a small door creak open. Yukhei stopped as he stood frozen and watched you, cladded in your pjs, exit your room with a confident smirk. "Ah, I was waiting for you. You here to capture me?"

"You're the prince?" He asked with a slight chuckle, mocking you. "You sure you're not a princess?"

"That's rude. Why don't you fight me instead? Isnt that what you came here for?" You asked as you looked at Yukhei, your eyes laced with curiousity.

"Indeed," Yukhei answered as he placed his dagger back to it's place on his belt sheath. "Is the queen and king present?" He asked as he stood a distance away from you.

You raised a brow before shaking your head. "Nope. Just you and me. Finally. I've been wanting to spar for a long time now. I hope those years of training won't fail me," you stated as you got into a fighting stance and lunged towards Yukhei unexpectedly who managed to evade the attack you were planning to throw towards him, frowning. "Ah, I missed."

Yukhei looked at you with a mischievous smirk before finally engaging in the fight, having the sole purpose of capturing you. You looked back and saw how Yukhei grabbed the dagger from his dagger sheath that was placed on his belt, making you scoff and stare at him with a mocking look. "What? Afraid you'll lose to me?" You stated as you pointed at the dagger Lucas was holding professionally with his left hand, the sharpy point facing towards him.

Lucas looked at it before rolling his eyes and placed it back on the sheath, not wanting hurt his own ego. "No. Then, it's hand-to-hand combat. Show me what you got, prince," he challenged as he went into a fighting stance, you doing the same, as you smiled. "Don't go easy on me. I can take you, believe it or not."

"I may look girly and feminine but I'm well-trained. You won't stand a chance against me, assassin," you taunted before finally initiating the fight by running towards him in full speed, shocking Yukhei but immediately pranced off to the other side of the hall, making you stop in your tracks as you looked side to side.

"Over here, little one," Yukhei taunted as he watched you turn around, running towards the stairway and watched. How did he get there so fast? You thought as you walked downstairs amd stood in front of Yukhei before you pounced towards him, intending to blow a punch on his stomach but he disappeared again. "Hah, I was trained to become a great assassin. I don't know what you thought but I'll make this harder for—" before Yukhei could even finish his sentence, you had went up behind him and kicked an unsuspecting Yukhei. You chuckled darkly as you prepared to fight him again but you noticed that he was gone again.

Where is he? You thought but then you felt something odd so you jumped away and just in time, Yukhei dropped down from where you were a second ago. "Believe me when I say I have great instincts. I'm starting to wonder if I actually have a third eye," you stated, managing to avoid every attack Yukhei had try to blast on you.

"Ha, watch your tongue, prince. I'm just getting started. I'll say, you have great defensive and offensive skills but I want to see your full power, I can see you're holding back," Yukhei taunted. You, falling into his trap, scoffed as you jumped away and attacked him. He accepted every blow but defended himself once in a while, eventually tiring you out.

"Shit," you mumbled and tried to throw another punch but failed. You missed to hit Yukhei at one point and he finally got to you, holding your hands behind your back as he laid you flat on the ground and placed one knee on your back. "Get off me, you bastard."

"What a nice surprise. I won, prince," Yukhei stated with an annoying laugh, smirking right after as he tied your hands with a rope. You rolled your eyes as you let Yukhei do his thing with your hands.

"Now what are you planning to do with me? Kill me? Huh? Fine," you stated sternly as you gave up, your ego hurt by the fact that a mere assassin had captured you.

"No. That's not my work. I want you to give me a ride back to Emperor Lee's castle," he stated with a smirk, watching as you squirmed and tried pull your bound hands away from Yukhei. "'Cause he will be the one to decide whether you'll live or die."

One thing's for sure, you surely want to kill that assassin if you ever broke free from your restraints.

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You were currently seated on the left side of the carriage, your hands tied behind you. Yukhei was seated next to you, who has a tight grip on your bound hands as he looked outside the carriage's window, smiling to himself, making you think the assassin was weird. "What's your name?"

You looked at him before smiling sarcastically. "I'm honored that you even want to know my name, assassin. What idiotic criminal would want to know the name of their own victims, you insolent fool! Seriously."

Yukhei's mouth twitched in annoyance before using one hand to pull on your pajama shirt's collar towards him. "Listen, prince. I want to know your name so I could boast how I was able to capture you to my boyfriend, Jungwoo. For starters, I'm Wong Yukhei, but Jungwoo calls me Lucas."

Jungwoo, huh? You smirked as you looked directly into his mesmerizingly, beautiful brown eyes and leaned closer. "I see. Only an uncultured and incompetent imbecile like you would never know my name," you stated making Yukhei growl as he pushed you away, making you chuckle as your back hit the carriage's wall. "But since you insist, I'm Prince Jung M/N."

"Ah, that's right. The villagers have been talking about you," he stated as he looked outside and saw how the moon followed the carriage as it went. "I'll be sleeping so you better not think of escaping."

You rolled your eyes as you nodded and scoffed, not knowing what to do currently. "This carriage is hard to knock open with just a few kicks and punches and it's locked. You have the keys so what makes you believe I'll even be able to flee away?" You pointed out as you looked outside your side's window.

Yukhei just scoffed before finally closing his eyes, his arms crossed as he tried to get some sleep. Minutes later, he was already sound asleep judging by the loud snores that left past his lips, the sound annoying you as you cursed him inside your mind. Fuckin' incompetent jerk. You thought.

You grumbled as you slumped down on the seat in defeat, looking outside the window as you watched trees pass by. The horseman was slow since it was already night time and they had to be quiet or else Yukhei would be found out. "What would my parents react if they were to find out I was kidnapped?" You mumbled as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

You looked back at Yukhei who had his mouth wide open, loud snores emitting from his mouth as he slept, as if nothing was bothering him. You rolled your eyes before you finally looked away and ignored the male, annoyed that he could sleep soundly while you were there seated, fear and nervousness travelling through your system. In all honesty, you were scared. Suddenly, you heard Yukhei groaning from beside you as he moved yet you brushed it off as you stared outside the window, not wanting to get into the assassin's business.

But when his hands started travelling down your ass, you jolted in surprise as you looked back at Yukhei who was now smiling lewdly. Is he dreaming of someone? Probably Jungwoo. You thought before smirking and looked down at his pants, the bulge evident on his pants. Ah hah. Bingo.

You backed away from his hands and slowly walked towards his front, kneeling down and settling yourself between his legs before using your teeth to unzip the other's pants. It's been long since you ever had someone to pleasure you and since you were gonna die later anyway, you just decided to have fun. Maybe playing with someone's boyfriend would be fun. I've never tried having sex with a person who's taken. You thought, chuckling at your evil plan.

Remembering that Yukhei had a dagger, you stood back up, turned back around, and sat down beside him as you reached for the dagger on his dagger belt sheath. Fortunately, you got it and used it to free your hands from the rope. You bit your tongue in concentration before letting out a small gasp once your hands were finally free.

You looked back down at Yukhei then smirked. "Sleep is for the weak, Lucas," you stated before kneeling back down in front of his crotch.

Using your hands, you pulled down his pants, stopping when you heard Yukhei groan. You pulled it down up to his ankles along with his boxer shorts that already had a wet patch, finalizing your theory that maybe Yukhei was having a perverted dream. You could already feel your mouth water at how big Yukhei was, his huge and girthy length. That Jungwoo guy must've enjoyed sucking this banana. You hummed before kissing the tip, licking away the pre-cum that seeped through his slit, making the assassin groan. You stood up again and removed your pants and undergarments, placing them neatly on the seat where you sat.

You watched Yukhei warily as you climbed on his lap, carefully staring at his features. Up-close, he was actually attractive. You looked to see if he would awaken, but luckily, it looks like he was a heavy sleeper. Besides, you weren't that heavy for a muscular assassin like Yukhei, it was impossible for him to wake up.

You gulped as you held his warm member and lined it towards your hole, gasping silently as it brushed against your pink hole. It was so big that you think it won't even fit inside you, but you wanted to get it inside you. So, with determination, you huffed out before biting your bottom lip and sinked down, making Yukhei let out a few groans as you slowly inserted his giant cock inside you.

You watched Yukhei's reaction as you slowly inserted his cock inside your hole carefully, but the rocky roads just had to mess it up. Once the carriage's wheel rolled over a rock, the carriage bounced, making you lose your balance as you suddenly drop your ass down onto his whole length, Yukhei's length now fully inside your tight, velvety walls.

You let out a muffled, guttural gasp in pain as tears trickled down your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders as you hid your face on his neck. You tried to get it out but your ass was hurting so bad. "Fuck!" you accidentally screamed out loud, waking Yukhei up who felt something warm on his cock. He regained his vision and saw how you were sitted on his lap, your cock exposed to him as you slumped your head on his neck, unaware that the male was awake. "What the fuck?!"

You sat up as you looked down at him and saw his bewildered expression. He tried to push you away yet you smirked as you placed your hands on his cheeks and made him look up at you, his pushing never ceased, making you scowl. "Look at me, Lucas."

That nickname seemed to have worked as he looked up at you, your (E/C) eyes staring directly onto his with pure lust and pleasure. "Wh-What are you doing?" He asked as he placed his arms back down in defeat, seemingly hypnotized by your eyes. "I have...I have a boyfriend."

"Who cares? How many days have you known each other?" You asked Yukhei as you used your index finger to swipe along his cheekbones down to his prominent jaw before brushing your finger off seductively, your eyes following your finger, using the distraction as your advantage to grow accustomed to Yukhei's cock that was twitching inside you.

Yukhei's cheeks turned red as he gulped, your seducing seemingly working on him. "Ha-Half a month. We haven't been together for that long," he answered honestly as you looked back at him, trailing your hands down from his cheeks to his neck, to his shoulder. "Wh..what are you doing?"

You chuckled before you leaned down and nipped on his ear lobe, liking the way Yukhei let out shaky breaths. "Isn't it obvious? I'm having fun. Being a prince is boring so I ask other princes to fuck me. Ha, it's been a while."

Yukhei widened at your revelation before he placed his hands on your waist hesitantly. You smirked in satsifaction before you hugged him tightly, Yukhei sighing as he closed his eyes, liking the way your warm insides tightly hugged his huge cock. "You like this, Lucas?" You asked, using the nickname his boyfriend calls him but it didn't seem to bother him, if anything, he's loving how you called him.

"Y-Yes, but I'm supposed to—"

"Ssh," you hushed him before placing wet kisses on his jaw, slowly pulling down the turtle neck to kiss his neck. You full removed the mask and pulled away, looking at Yukhei's needy state. "Why don't we remove your top? You seem rather...hot."

Yukhei, wanting to be pleasured by you, nodded as you helped him remove his top clothings. You stared in awe at his built torso and roamed your hands over it, making Yukhei let out shaky moans as he tightened his hold on your hips. "M-M/N..."

"Oh? You're calling my name? But I'm not opposing to the idea. I love it. Keep calling me," you stated as you removed your top, exposing your erect nipples and flat stomach to the other who blushed hardly at your naked body. "Hmm. You're staring, Lucas. Could it be that your liking my body?"

Yukhei looked up at you and nodded, making you chuckle as you placed your arms back to his cheeks and pulled him closer to you, placing your lips on his chapped ones. You smiled to yourself as you moved your hips, making Yukhei groan as he held on your bubbly ass cheeks, kneading them like dough. You felt his cock grow even bigger inside you, making you moan when Yukhei suddenly thrusted upwards, hitting your prostate.

You felt your tip leak pre-cum as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lifted yourself away from his cock before burying his member back inside you. You bit on his bottom lip, making him open your mouth as you inserted your tongue inside his mouth, playing with the other's wet muscle.

You felt Yukhei's hands pull away from you ass and latch them onto your chest, playing with your erect nipples, making you moan every time he pinched it and twisted. It sent an electrifying pleasure all over your system that you wanted more as you pulled Yukhei closer towards you to deepen the kiss.

You sucked on his tongue needily and began swirling your tongues together before you pulled away and wiped away the string of saliva that connected your lips together. Your lips were now red and swollen and Yukhei loved it.

Finally adjusted to his huge dick, you began bouncing on his member, making the other groan as he placed his hands on you your perky ass, spreading them wider as he thrusted upwards, hitting your prostate dead-on. You moaned loudly as you threw your head back but never ceased your movements. Everytime Yukhei thrusted upwards, you would meet him as you dropped down on his cock with lewd moans.

"Fuck! Yes, Lucas! Ah!" You moaned loudly, the horseman for sure hearing your moans and Yukhei's occasional groans as he thrusted upwards. Yukhei's hair stuck on his sweaty forehead as you bounced on his cock, both your bodies glistening with sweat as the moonlight shined on your connected bodies.

"Hah, M/N. Feels so good, prince. Ah, fuck. I think I'm gonna cum," he stated as he looked up at your state, fucked out as tears dripped down your cheeks at the pleasure. You arched your back as you dug your nails onto Yukhei's shoulders as you let him lead the pace. You wanted to jerk yourself off but instead, you thought of something to maybe edge Yukhei more.

"Fuck my ass, Lucas! I want you to make me cum like the dirty cumslut that I am. I want your cum inside me, Lucas! Please cum inside me!" You shouted as you looked down onto Yukhei's eyes who held determination as you bounced on his dick, clenching around him. "Aren't you glad you're gonna make me cum untouched? That's how much of a great dick you have."

With that, Yukhei grunted as he pushed you back down with one last thrust, hitting your prostate as he came inside you, his cum travelling inside you only making you reach your climax. You moaned loudly as you came on both yours and his torso. You slumped down on his figure as he hugged you tightly, Yukhei totally forgetting the fact that he was taken.

Before Yukhei could even think of anything else, you began bouncing on his cock again.

You two probably went at it the whole trip since it was already day time and you were already filled to the brim with his cum, overstimulated with your cheeks stained with your salty tears. Yukhei was already too lost in the pleasure as he continued to fuck your hole, liking the way his cock brushed against your velvety walls.

The assassin had probably not noticed but you sure did. You looked outside and saw that the carriage was already entering the premises of Emperor Lee's Kingdom. You smirked as you moaned loudly when the other began sucking on your collar bone.

At this point, every part on your shoulder, jaw, and neck, and now your collar bone, have been covered by hickeys Yukhei had made. You looked down and watched as you touched a mark on Yukhei's neck, temporary mark you made to show everyone who he belongs to. "F-Feels good, Lucas," you moaned as you hugged him tightly. You looked up and subtly opened the curtains and watched as every passerby saw how the prince of the Jung Royal family rode the cock of an assassin who was sent out to kill you.

You were enjoying their surprised faces as you let Yukhei fuck your tightening hole. "Fuck, prince. Your hole...it's so amazing around me," he stated loudly, making you smirk as you neared his ear and nibbled on it.

You chuckled darkly, Lucas groaning as he sucked on your shoulder. Finally entering the gates of Emperor Lee's castle, you couldn't help but feel giddy...to finally show who Yukhei belongs to. Yukhei belongs to you, and no one else's.

Sometime later, while the carriage rolls down, you looked outside, a man with red hair watched with wide eyes as he watched you and Yukhei fuck inside the carriage. Guessing that was Jungwoo, you kissed Yukhei's cheek and grabbed his cheeks, tilting them upwards to make him kiss your lips before turning his head towards Jungwoo.

Yukhei just stared at him, eyes filled with lust as he stilled his movements. "Tell the man how you feel, Lucas."

Jungwoo opened his mouth widely in shock.

"I-I feel good, prince. M/N, I love it," he stated as he looked back at you and hugged you close, it was as if he was lost in a trance and hypnotized by your words. Jungwoo began crying as he watched his lover betray him in front of his eyes. He couldn't believe it and he knew it wasn't Yukhei's fault, it was yours.

"Who do you belong to, Lucas?" You asked as you watched Jungwoo from the backside window of the carriage. "Jungwoo or M/N?"

"M-M/N. Only yours," he answered, making Jungwoo finally burst out in tears with loud sobs, making you laugh maniacally on the inside.

"So, are you still gonna proceed on letting Emperor Lee kill me, Lucas?" You asked as you kissed his lips.

"No. I'll protect you from him. No one shall touch you," Yukhei answered, his mind finally getting clearer but only clouded with you and your name.

"That's right," you stated before crashing your lips onto his, Yukhei kissing back as he held your naked form closer towards him.

What's the worse that could happen, he said. Well, the worst had happened.

[nctynuniverse]

Kiss You

Kim Jungwoo x reader

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Words: 1497

A/N: This is part of the One Direction Symphony series. Poor San from Marketing he is a cool boy trust me (I am Choi San biased I'm sorry)

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Working for SM as a designer was not bad at all. They pay fair money, do not have really strict schedules -much to everyone's surprise- and they praised good ideas and proactivity with good money and extra holidays.

All of that made y/n's will to go back to the office after the pandemic at least logic. What confused her was the fact that, despite the fact that the company had moved to the new building for a while now, she had never been there yet.

The main reason was that, as a matter of prevention, only trainees, idols and choreographers were to go to the building. But now that the pandemic had flatten a bit, it was her time to go.

y/n had met idols before, she was even quite used to it: Key from Shinee was her all time favorite: sassy, fun to be around, easy going too, fluent in English. She had also met Wendy from Red Velvet and Johnny from NCT. Those mentioned were the most friendly idols she had a chance to bump into.

And she thought it would stay like that: unless the groups came to visit, staff never really met them. But y/n was not the most assertive person ever.

First day at the office, waiting for her friend Ashta at the entrance, she found herself staring at a tall boy a bit too much. He had a huge smile, black hair, a green sweatshirt and black sweatpants. She wished he was not a trainee because she wouldn't forgive herself for checking out a younger man.

Relief came to her as she saw Johnny high-five this guy and getting into the building with him, not before waving her a friendly "hi", which was quickly imitated by his friend.

"Oh right, that's Jungwoo" she thought.

y/n had mostly worked with the design of Red Velvet's and Exo's latest comebacks since she started working for the company a few years before, thus, she didn't have all of the nct member's names or faces in mind. But for Jungwoo she did: he was specially charismatic.

"Next time try not to stare too much, you'll make a dude fall in love ;P"

Johnny sent her a weird text that afternoon and she didn't know what he meant.

y/n: "I was not staring at you, u wish"

Suh: "Not at me but Woo was a bit flustered"

So he noticed. y/n wanted to be eaten by earth right there right now. But she thought about playing it cool, after all that's how she was with Johnny anyways.

y/n: "I'm sorry I can't resist a pretty face :( "

Suh: "Ew go to horny jail".

y/n: "Stop talking like a gen z you're too old".

The day after that, she tried to dress a bit better for the office and it seemed to work because now, without Johnny there, Jungwoo waved at her.

And the next day he did so too. And she waved back.

Starting that day, he would approach her and greet her. It was not weird after the first time. Eventually, they became close and he would look for her through the corridors whenever he had a break from practice. Her usual place -aside from her team office- was a coffee station that was at the end of the main corridor, on the left side.

"You should grow some balls and ask for her number yourself" -Johnny sat on the floor of the practice room, wiping his sweat with the hem of his t-shirt.

"You have it. Just send me her contact, I'll tell her I asked you for it"- Jungwoo insisted, not being brave enough to ask for her number.

"I'm not giving you her number, that'd not be okay. Also I already told you that she is into you, so stop wasting your time or San from Marketing is going to ask her out first"

Oh Lord didn't Jungwoo hate San from Marketing enough. So, as soon sa Taeyong announed that they were having a one hour break, the boy almost ran out the door and to the coffe station, where he found her... talking to San from Marketing.

He had to play it cool but when she waved at him and then followed her colleague out the station, Jungwoo groaned, frustrated. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Taeil with an apologetical look, reassuring him that he'd have another chance.

And he had, at the Starbucks next to the company. He could have asked her for her number there if he had not been followed by a few sasaengs who were waiting right out the store, aiming their phones at him. And y/n laughed at the situation, ordered her usual caramel frappuchino, no coffe, venti size please. Jungwoo took mental notes of it.

The day after that, he arrived to SM two hours earlier to practice his solo for the upcoming 127 concert. And saw her in her office, focused on what seemed to be the most stressful project ever.

Jungwoo smiled and left, coming back a few minutes later with her usual order from Starbucks, sitting the cold coffee in front of her, catching her attention. y/n's cheeks turned red and she offered him a shy smile, taking her earbuds off and thanking him. She explained she had spent the night there as she was assigned to design the comeback's album for the dreamies, something she had never done before. And the deadline was a bit too soon.

"I hear it's going to be kind of like a video-game themed title track"

He mentioned, still worried about her not getting to sleep at all.

"Indeed, the stylists sent me some guidelines on what the boys are going to look like and I also have the draft of what the previous designer was working on... But, you know, there's a reason why that guy left and it's mostly because this is really..." she sighed "Difficult. The word is difficult. I'm not sure about the colors, though I have at least three drafts to present today that do not suck at all".

Then she had an idea. A really good one, in her opinion.

"Maybe I can show you my drafts? You know the boys better than me, you'll know what suits them better"

"I can help you with that I guess, though I do not know much about designing" he smirked "But only if, in return, you give me your number?"

And so on, he started texting her good morning texts. y/n thought he was clever: he would never send the final text at night, pretending to have gone to sleep already, so that he could answer the next day. And she found that adorable.

They should be careful though, even if Jungwoo was not on dating ban anymore, he should not be obvious before being sure about his feelings for her, but when she shared her childhood stories with him, as well as her addiction to Mario Kart, he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be to wake up on a lazy Sunday, to the sound of the Coconut Mall's OST and her cursing under her breath.

Jungwoo hadn't asked her out on a date just yet. He was still thinking about it, but when he saw San from Marketing once again complimenting her outfit of the day, he couldn't help but intercept them, smiling widely to his now unaware enemy.

"Hi guys, good morning"

And she felt relieved because she needed to get out of her colleague's radar. So she acted extra flirty that one time.

"Hi Woo, I was looking for you, maybe we could order take out tonight? I think Mario Kart is best while eating from Burger King".

Were they going to play Mario Kart and eating together? Did they set that? Did she just called him Woo?

"Of course, count on that"

And just like that, San from Marketing left and y/n grabbed Jungwoo's hand, thankful for his help.

"Thank you, he wouldn't leave me alone I don't even know what else to do. He is a cool guy but I'm not interested and he doesn't seem to understand that"

He grabbed her hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, looking around, careful nobody was there to see the stupid thing he was about to do.

"Well, but I'm still coming to your place tonight to play Mario Kart and eat take out, please?" He offered one of his charming smiles. She felt like levitating.

"S-Sure, if you have time you can come, I'd be glad".

"Good, and before I go now, can I ask you one more question?"

She nodded and he let out a soft laugh.

"Let me kiss you?"

She didn't even have time to answer: Jungwoo just laid in and left a soft peck on her lips, both of their ears red as he pulled away.

"See you tonight" He winked and left the coffee station.

"YOOOOO you owe me 25 thousand wons, I 've just seen Jungwoo kissing that girl from designing" Jaehyun entered to the practise room, laughing hard.

"Oh God, why couldn't he wait one more week, fuck" Johnny grunted, grabbing his wallet from his pocket.

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[rosietaeyongswife]

ROSIE MASTERLIST

 ■ WHOLE NCT

popping out casket fresh, looking like the fashion show [mafia au, angst, smut, fluff, masterlist of mafia au nct]

when night comes [nct 127 members x reader. angst, horror au, haunted asylum,]

scars of your love [ nct series based on adele songs, whole masterlist]

narcos [ drugs trafficking, crime au, heist au, mafia au]

  ■ JOHNNY SUH

our age is the issue [angst]

water under the bridge [angst, part of scars of your love]

■ LEE TAEYONG

black orphan [angst, mafia au, y/n is mafia also, badass reader]

first months are perfect [angst, taeyong has changed, arguing, cursing]

love in the dark [angst, part of scars of your love]

ain’t shit [fluff, mafia au]

SHH.. [angst, fluff, jaehyunxreaderxtaeyong]

love me now [angst, fluff, taeyongxreaderxjaehyun]

■ NAKAMOTO YUTA

stay [ part of “popping out casket fresh, looking like the fashion show”, angst, i mean very angsty, immature reader, rude reader, mafia yuta, yuta is so so so whipped for reader]

leave my heart open but it’s still empty for days [angst, break up]

always thought i was hard to love, till you made it feel so easy [2 part of lmhobtsefd]

now you’re dead and gone [angst, love of your life dies]

stars [fluff, yuta loves you]

■ KIM DOYOUNG

someone like you [part of scars of your love, angst]

reflections [angst, ex lovers]

■ JUNG JAEHYUN

mad [ mafia au, also part of pocflltfs, asshole jaehyun, jaehyun is really dickhead, angst ]

if it’s you [angst, addiction au, jaehyun is dickhed again]

the other woman [angst, in jaehyun’s life you will always be another woman]

save your tears [angst, your relationship gettin destroyed by your parents and wedding]

SHH..[angst, fluff, jaehyunxreaderxtaeyong]

love me now [angst, fluff, taeyongxreaderxjaehyun]

maps [angst, fluff, action, secret agent jaehyun x reader, slight jungwoo x reader, drama]

■ KIM JUNGWOO

i’m not gonna love you [ angst, smut, fwb ]

ok, i love you [fluff, jungwoo is kinda high, angst ]

hello [part of adele song series]

■ MARK LEE

love you truly [ fluff]

send my love [angst, part of scars of your love]

■ KIM TAEYUNG

heat waves [angst, old lovers, both parents]

■ JUNG JAEWON

i love u so, pls let me go [angst, he is sure that you do too much for both of you, and he isn’t enough for you. you deserve better in his eyes, even tho if it means split things between you]

■ KIM JONGIN

we’ll be fine [angst, fluff, miscariage]

■ MY NAME

■ DO GANGJAE

slow down [angst, fight, you are daughter of mafia leader]

■ MY TOUGHTS ON SOME MATTERS

chinese idols situation [ i tried to explain their choices, and why is it bad to throw a shade at them]

lucas scandal [ isn’t it weird that before every nct’s comeback, since they are so much bigger, like second the biggest boygroup in kpop, some scandals/rumours spread? ] 

astroworld fest [about travis scott ignorance, rest in peace to fallen angels]

can we cancel tiktok kpop fans? [why do people want to fight things that are problematic, but they do them themselfs?]

winwin misogonist? [antis still fight neos]

[jungwooisms]

starcrossed | k.jungwoo

pairing: god of stars!jungwoo x reader genre: flashback, introspection, light fluff, angst warnings: mention of blood characters: suh youngho, xiao dejun word count: 2.7k  summary: all gods have their fair share of lost loves. this is just kim jungwoo’s. a/n: although i’m no longer writing my paroxsym series, this is a little offshoot of it!

‘Your pen is almost as lifeless as you.’

The words settle into the skin of the author as his head rests atop his notebook, the freshly penned ink sticking to, smearing against, and staining his cheek as it presses into the page.

This isn’t the first-time criticism had sunk its angered hooks into his words, tearing them to shreds as he tries to pick up the tattered pieces in a frenzy before the words escape him and filter off into the cosmos for some other tormented author to pick at and piece together more coherently than he ever could hope to.

His imagery has been dead for months now, dimmed with the seasons and the ever-sinking sun on the horizon. The inspiration lay barren as well, only bleak fields and empty faces seem to come to him in the moments he musters up the courage to put pen to page.

The lights overhead flicker as a train rumbles past some distance away, a gust of wind blows in through his not quite sealed windowpane, allowing a torrent of air to rise up and howl angrily at him.

Kim Jungwoo had never been the one for literature, his trade came in the form of more astral affairs. Although, he takes comfort in the mundane, in the simplicity of simply being. Yet, when his passion and heart itself is bashed by the god of Literature and Prose, he cannot help but take it more seriously than he ought to.

‘Oh, come on Kim— I know that you’ve been going through a lot lately and your work is just reflecting that a little too mu—’

Jungwoo hangs up the phone before Youngho can even finish talking. Only a few seconds later the phone laying before him lights up, indicating that the elder is once again trying to call him.

He doesn’t answer, but he does pull himself up from the desk, the paper clinging to his cheek before he snatches it away, balling up and crumpling the parchment before tossing it to a pile of similarly defaced pages in the corner of the room. Time had only allowed a writhing pile of disappointment to accrue there.

For a moment Jungwoo stares at the pages on the floor, disgust rising within him. If he hadn’t been such a fool, he wouldn’t have this issue in the first place.

He raises his inky black sleeve to his face, the end of the shirt wiping away the remnants of his words on his cheek.  The god’s clothes glimmer with the breaths of dying stars, or stars being foraged within the depths of the universe. Jungwoo doesn’t claim to have the answers of the cosmos, only claims to have governance of a portion of it. Yet, if even for a day could he trade away his inheritance of that minutiae of the universe, he would do it in a heartbeat to have his love restored to him.

In only minutes he finds himself out on the streets of the city, the sun having already perished behind a wall of grey clouds before making its descent into the horizon.

Something blows into his eye then, a gain of sand kicked up from a passing car. His hand quickly rises to furiously rub the intruder out of his socket, but stops before his hand can start. You’d always said to blink things out instead of rub.

The thought of you gives him pause, his hand falling from his eye as he stands in silence for a moment. With the ever-persistent ache in his eye, Jungwoo can feel tears beginning to prick at his senses, and he lets himself blink.

“Are you okay?” A hand raised to gently brush away a tear rolling down his cheek. Eyes now opened, Jungwoo finds you before him, standing there with a soft, sympathetic smile gracing your lips. The caw of birds behind him, the wind whistling through the trees, and the sunlight dappling his skin from overhead tells Jungwoo that he is no longer in the city.

A sharp intake of air as he nearly jumps out of his skin, recalling the memory he now lies in. Head upturning to find you staring at him, hands fidgeting together as your eyes rake over his face. Jungwoo doesn’t move to speak, allowing you to interject first.

“It looks like you got mauled by a tree,” a glint in your eye as he breaks his gaze to stare off towards the direction of the root that had accosted him. “Did you get mauled by a tree? Or an alseid?” The lack of an answer confirms your incorrect suspicion, “How’d you do that? They’re some of the nicest people.”

“I only fell…” a glance of a finger over one of the various cuts on his cheek, the golden ichor shimmering in the sunlight. Wincing as it stings when his fingers are removed, he looks back to you, “Can you help me?”

“Of course,” the memory of you smiles and motions him into your home materializing through the haze of recollection.

Vines of green wrap around several columns as a handful of vases dot the space, filled with blooms he’d only ever come across in your domain. His eyes trace a large gray vein settled deep into the marble floors as you usher him further inside, the main room empty but the soft sounds of chatter and some sort of instrument echoing from some room in the depths of the building remind him of the parties you once held.

Jungwoo finds that he has no autonomy in this dreamlike reminiscence, stuck dutifully on the path that he had laid some decades ago.

“I brought this for you,” he says, reaching into a bag slung over his shoulder. His grasp light as to not dampen the now procured books pages with his blood. “Although I suppose I’ll let you read it once I’m cleaned up.”

“More poems?” a glance to him, your eyes widening, “You surely know the way to my heart.”

You finally lead him into a room nestled away at the far end of one of the halls, billowing curtains fluttering from their once stagnant position as you guide him inside. “Take a seat over there,” he’d forgotten that he was holding your hand until the absence of it renders him bemused. Jungwoo looks to where you motioned for him to sit. It’s a velvety green settee in the center of the space and when he looks back to ask you something, he finds that you had scurried off to another room.

It’s a few moments later when you return to him, a rag in one hand and a bottle in the other; he shifts ever so uncomfortably as he knows what’s to come. You sit beside him, dousing the rag until it lay saturated enough that a few drops of the liquid fall from it as you move to place it atop his face.

“This might sting a little.”

Jungwoo remembers that you’d used too much force when patting at his injuries, his jaw flexes at the touch, but he’s missed your presence for far too long to push you away again. It’s only when the past him speaks is he pulled from his admiration.

“I- ow- I think I can do it myself,” his hand placed atop yours to halt the jabs at his face, your hand soft as he moves to take the cloth from your grasp.

Eyes widened at his initiation of contact, a small nod as you slip your hand away from him and watch as he gently dabs at the golden ichor, the blood of the gods, that’d begun to creep its way down the sides of his face. An sympathetic soul, you wince as he does, mirroring the slight twinges in his cheek as he wipes his face, only reapplying more of the mixture onto the rag before returning to cleanse himself.

“I think you,” a thin line of blood slowly inching down from a cut on his temple, you take the rag back before trying to gently staunch the flow as carefully as he’d done to himself, “missed a spot.”

Jungwoo looks to you as he had when he’d first laid eyes upon you. His heart wrenching and twisting as you break your gaze away from him to look at his injuries.

“Thank you,” the words are slow to exit him as you stand, moving to place the rag and bottle on a nearby table, only then to look over at a pitcher adjacent.

“Did you want water?” Questioned as you tilt your head downward to look at the contents of the carafe. “Or wine? Is it too early for wine?”

“That’s fine,” fingertips tracing over the remnants of cuts, fading into obscurity on his visage as the seconds passed. Jungwoo wasn’t sure what was in that mixture used to cure his malaises, and isn’t sure now as you’d never let him in on your secret of the concoction. When you hand him a rather full glass of the light red intoxicant, he seems to realize the oddity of the circumstance at hand, as do you when you return to your spot beside him on the couch, the hand not holding your own glass of wine idly drawing circles into the soft fabric near your knee.

“Why did you come back?” Your voice questioning as you sit beside him, head tilting as if you had finally put some thought onto his presence.

Jungwoo looks confused himself at your question, pondering a million reasons in the span of a few seconds as his fingers dance lazily along the rim of the glass you’d given him before he takes a drink. Eyes trailing to the golden light filtering in through the curtains that led to an outdoor courtyard, he lets out a sigh when you speak once more, “You know some things are best left in the past.”

As if the spell is broken, Jungwoo finds himself free of the bonds that held him tightly to an already rendered past. Glass removed, set atop his knee as he looks back to you, lips parted in surprise and hope that the entity he’s speaking to is truly you.

“You know I would’ve given you all the stars in the sky if you’d asked.” Too much a coward to ever regale you with such sentiments when you were alive, all the things he’d wanted to say to you come rushing forwards, brimming at the edge of his tongue like a dam about to burst.

“All I ever wanted was you,” you offer a sad smile as you look to the courtyard yourself, the sun slowly sinking from its midday placement, shadows beginning to shift.

A sigh as Jungwoo turns to look at you, “Could you ever forgive me?”

“That isn’t the question that you want to ask.” A sip from your glass, attention returned to him, “You want to know how long it will take to forgive yourself.”

You stare at him and he stares back at you, heart twanging and aching with the love that he knows you once held for the God of Stars. For the affection and yearning that had haunted his mind for years after your parting from him. He struggles through the inky black of his desperation, desperate to hear your voice call to him once more. To say his name fondly, as if you love him, loved him still.

“Jungwoo,” you sigh out, inching your face closer to his. When your lips press to his, everything feels right to him, a warmth burning throughout his body as if a star itself had begun to bloom inside of him. Your lips linger atop his for a moment before you break away, his head chasing after you momentarily before he pulls back as well. “Let me go.”

“And what if I don’t want to?” Voice quiet, whispering. His fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt as you look at him. His heart breaks again and again and again.

“You have to.” It’s not so much as a plea but more so a statement of you wanting to relinquish your own hold on him. On what the two of you had been. On what had torn you apart. Your hand gently removes his from the hem of your shirt before both of your hands fall to your side as you look up to him, “Not just for me, but yourself as well.” The lingering disappointment in your tone feels as if it’s a stab to his chest.

Kim Jungwoo wears a mask. A glittered, star imbued façade that shows his brightness to the world but keeps the darkness of the universe teeming behind the edges. You had known what lay behind that gilded disguise and it had scared you away from him. Or at least that’s what he believes.

He wants to tear himself apart, separate the flesh and muscle from bone, to distance himself from the essence of what he is, of what he never wanted to become. To drown himself in the universe and pull himself asunder in the cosmic void. And even if he’d sought to rid himself of that lonely existence, it would never be a tangible realization for what is already dead may never die and he would live with these consequences for the rest of eternity. 

“Please?”

The world goes dark at your last words.

Sorrow for what never was propels him forwards through the murky black until he’s pulled from it all. Like a mother cat picks up its child by the scruff of its neck, he’s dredged back through the dark and into a bright white. Several seconds pass and the moon hanging overhead stares at him as his eyes crack open. He finds himself laying on a forest floor, a bed of fallen nettles and leaves cushioning him from the ground.

“Jungwoo?” A voice calls out as the god of Stars sits up.

“Dejun?” He says groggily as he finds his bearings, “Where am I?”

“Well, your body’s back in your apartment, your conscious self is about twenty-five miles west of that,” the God of Sleep says with a sigh, “Which may have been my fault. I can send you back in just a second though, I need to take a breather.”

It’s only now that Jungwoo sees the sweat trailing down the sides of Dejun’s face, moonlight glinting off of the beads.

“Were you able to see her?” Dejun asks, “I know we’ve been trying to get into one of your memories for a while—”

“Yeah.” Jungwoo says simply, bringing himself to his feet.

“How did it go?” He questions further, stepping closer to Jungwoo.

“It… Not as well as I expected.”

“I should’ve warned you about that,” the other sighs, “Dreams are often volatile things, even if they’ve taken inspiration from our own memories.” Bitterness resides in his voice as he seems to recalls some of his own demons. “We can try again tomorrow night if that works for you?”

“No,” Jungwoo shakes his head. “No. I think I’ve tried to use you as my interpreter of maladies for too long now. Some demons are best fought alone.”  An unsteady breath, a slight tremble coursing through him as he tries to shake his hand to rid himself of it, “Can you take me back home?”

“Sure,” Dejun says quietly, his hand outstretching towards Jungwoo.

Once the god sets his hand atop his shoulder, Jungwoo’s body jolts and he finds himself on the floor of his apartment, crumpled balls of paper dotting the space around him. After a few heavy breaths and once again adjusting to his new environment, he rises to his feet.

His eyes look to the words written on the paper atop his desk, the smeared ink and broken tone of his work. A sigh as he looks to the light of his lamp glinting off of the screen of his phone, a notification popping up as he does so. Youngho’s left him a message.

Instead of listening to it, Jungwoo picks up his phone and swipes the missed call popup, the dial tone beginning to ring out as he brings the device to his ear.

“Youngho?” Jungwoo says quickly when he hears the other pick up, “I’ve got another story for you.”

[whosjunglejim4322]

Umbra | J.Seo (m) 2

》 Genre: vampire au! Smut, fluff, minor angst and mentions of violence, This story also features Yuta, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Doyoung and Mark as his coven members, hints towards poly x reader

》 Warnings: dick sucking, pussy eating, Johnny lowkey being a soft dom, daddy kink....I know y'all saw it coming don't even yell at me, you almost get eaten by a bad vampire but Yuta says not on my watch, Jungwoo being THEE bestest boy, mentions of marking/biting, masturbation...this is nasty I'm sorry, this story also eludes to action based violence, guest appearance by Kim Jongin

Johnny's self control wilts down to almost nothing with you, a real issue when you're in situations like this, literally begging to suck his cock despite the fact that his immortal brothers are right downstairs.

"Please, let me suck you off, pleaaassse?"

You're too good at this, but more than that you actually really are that desperate to have him in your mouth. He can feel it all around you, like a current rippling around a vibrating force. More so, he can smell it. His mouth waters.

"Fuck - you're really really misbehaving right now," He clenches his jaw as if he's agitated but you know by the way he allows you to stroke his length, by the way that he grinds his hips along with your rubbing that you've won.

"You really want it that bad? Hmm?" He grasps your chin firmly between two of his fingers, eyes low like that of a wild animal while he gazes into you. Your fervent nod is all that you use to reply while you shuffle down onto your knees, splaying your fingers across the meat of his thick thighs.

"You've barely even kissed me all day Johnny, it's the least you could do for me." You're exaggerating about the kissing part, but your teasing smile makes up for it, so does your palm tracing the protruding outline of his hard on.

Your eyes are so big, so innocent staring up at him from between his legs and he can't take it. Not when you're acting as if sucking him off is something that is an act of pleasure for you, like you need it.

"I'm sorry baby, didn't mean to neglect you," His resolve has been completely demolished, smashed to smithereens as your fingers undo the button of his jeans. "go ahead."

He presses his heels off the ground and lifts his hips, aiding you in pulling his pants off of his narrow hips, along with his black briefs. You really are impatient, not even bothering to pull either of the garments all the way down past his knees and barely letting his dick spring free from the confines.

He lets out a hiss when you wrap your hand around him so eagerly, bringing your lips to the thick of his shaft near his balls and pressing open mouthes kisses along the silky skin, ascending. He cradles your face all the while, biting back a groan when you circle your tongue around his plum tip.

You hum while he slips to the back of your throat, his cock only halfway in your mouth, pressing against your uvula. His jaw clenches, fingers clawing at his couch and chin in the air with the way he's thrown his head back against the cushions.

He always forgets just how good your mouth feels, how warm and wet and soft it is. You're so sloppy in your gratitude, and it's so endearing, so sweet and nasty. You pull him out just to kitten lick the tip, and the muscles in his thighs tense.

"Oh shit baby, yeah," he pants, reaching out to move bits of your hair that have fallen into your face. You take just the smooth head past your lips, hollowing your cheeks. "juuuust like that."

You sort of regret looking up at him through your lashes and seeing the downright dirty expression he's wearing so unabashedly, tongue wetting his plush lips while he captures your gaze like a deer in headlights.

The eye contact causes a profuse flutter to swarm in your belly, the burn of lust seeping between your thighs and engorging your clit until it's throbbing. You whine, the sound reverberating around his length as your throat constricts around him, and you gag, saliva dribbling down the veins of his shaft.

"Fuck, be careful baby," he taunts, purposely bucking his hips, only slightly as to prompt the sound from you again. You oblige him happily, driven by the gruffness of his tone. "your little throat might not be able to take all of daddy's dick."

Need surges through you like you've just been submerged in ice water, the feeling starting from the tips of your fingers and toes, the tip of your tongue. It leaves a tingling sensation in it's wake.

Without thinking, you use your free hand - the one that's not wrapped around the rest of his length that you aren't able to reach - and slip it down between your legs, rubbing yourself through your bottoms. It's all too much and you're so wet, so lost in the way prospect of it all.

He sees you, of course, but he doesn't have the heart to stop you. Not when he knows how horny you are, how badly you need to be touched. Really, if it weren't for the fact that you're so jubilantly sucking his dick right now, he'd rip you from off the floor and eat you till you're raw - but that'll come soon enough.

He's content for now, holding your face while you swirl your tongue around his aching dick, and he can hear the squelch of your wetness as you fuck yourself with your fingers. His throat burns at the thought of tasting it.

You quiver, and he realizes the pleasure you're giving yourself is making you falter, and he coos your name. "Look at you," he sounds awed, high off of the moment. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum, keep touching yourself like that."

And you do, despite the fact that it's got you all wobbly and sloppy. But he's okay with you just suckling the tip of his dick like you are, cheek against his thigh while your tongue licks his frenulum. It's when you look up at him like he's the whole world and more and he can see just how fucked out you are, lost in the haziness of the act, that he feels the muscles in his abdomen tense, eyes going black while the wave of ecstasy washes through him.

You swallow his cum greedily, moaning around his twitching length while the sweetness envelopes you from inside out. He hisses through his teeth while you mouth at his still inflated cock, before the floor shifts from underneath your knees and suddenly you're lying back against the bouncy cushions of the leather sofa.

"Look how wet that made you," cool air breezes against your sopping, naked sex, and you realize that the blur of fabric that you've just seen tossed behind him is your pants. "your little clit is swollen and everything."

His index and ring finger form a v shape as he spreads your lips apart, marveling at the stickiness that decorates your folds in wet strings. His free arm hooks around your right thigh and with a simple jerk he pulls you just inches away from his awaiting mouth.

Only one whine slips from your throat before he encapsulates your bud with his soft, cool lips - eyes trained on you while he twirls his skilled tongue in circles around it. He pulls away with an obnoxious, lewd sucking sound before diving back in, and your fingers reach for the front of his hair where it falls in his face.

You wonder how someone can be so skilled in all departments, it's utterly unfair. His tongue is fast, avaricious yet somehow so precise, never concentrating on one place too long and always giving you exactly what you need where you need it.

Even the image of him between your legs has you jerking, trying desperately to fight the way your eyes are shutting closed. The sound you made must have been pleasant to him - you're not sure yourself because all you can hear is his slurping and your own heartbeat - and he chuckles menacingly, pulling back to admire your spit soaked center. He keeps the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit.

"Talk to me baby, come on," he brings his mouth to hover over your heat, teasing you will the coolness of his breath. His smile is toothy when you whimper. "tell me how good I make you feel."

You writhe, grinding against his face when he uses the tip of his pink muscle to lick at your folds, your entrance. "You make me feel so good, so so good please please, don't stop." This satiates him, his vigor returning while you feel two of his fingers abruptly slide into you, the glide effortless.

You're loud now, completely forgetting about the rest of the houses inhabitants - and he has to from there way he curls the two digits, massaging your spongy walls in a come hither motion.

It's just what you needed to be on the verge of bliss, eyes shut tightly while you lose half of the strength in your already wobbly limbs, allowing him to hold you against his face while he eats until he's full.

You manage to reach down and grip onto his bicep, flexing and bulging underneath your fingertips from the way he fucks his fingers into your hole.

"Daddy...ohhhh daddy, mmm." You're slurring on your words but he hears them loud and clear, and a sound so jarring leaves his throat that you manage to pull yourself together enough to look down.

It never doesn't cause an automatic reaction of thrill to surge through your chest, like having the wind knocked out of you. The inky darkness fills his eyes, waterline violently red and you can see sharp, white teeth behind parted lips each time he licks a stripe through your cunt.

The force of your orgasm leaves you silent for a moment, like being submerged under water and all you can hear is the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins, the outside world a muffled melody.

You're still aware that his mouth hasn't given up, even as you leak and twitch and pull at his hair with a force that would hurt a human - but it only makes him harder, more greedy.

The pleasure still thrums in your bones as you come down, muscles flexing reflectively from the aftershocks, your palm against his forehead finally convincing him to hold off. Gentleness replaces his covet, and soft wet plucks of warmth are being spread across your thighs, in between them. Then, against your lips.

"Are you okay? Open your eyes so I know you aren't dead." The boop of his nose against yours along with his silliness has you giggling suddenly, despite the fact that you're still throbbing between your legs.

"I'll keep them closed as long as I want, I deserve it after that." You state, feigning resistance while crossing your arms over your chest. He's Johnny, though, so you're not surprised to feel the ghost of his mouth against the collumn of your throat, his breathing deliberate.

"Can you blame me? You don't make it very easy." He kisses your jaw, down to your chin and then to your lips, and you succumb. Just as he grasps your face, you feel the tip of his dick graze your sensitive center, and your gasp has him smiling against your mouth.

He pulls away, pulling his jeans up fast - but not fast enough - and you pout seeing that his dick is still so hard, obvious and bulging. As if already sensing what you're gonna say, he rolls his eyes, grabbing your bottoms from the floor and slipping them past your feet, up your thighs.

"I'm fine, more than fine. It's just vampire stamina, baby." He smirks and you fight back your whine, not being able to stop the joyous swelling of your heart whenever you even glance in his direction.

Once your pants are on you curl up to his side, nuzzling your face against the firmness of his chest. "Why do you want to neglect yourself so much? Is having sex with me soooooo taxing?" You tease, knowing he's scowling at you for the implication at all. What can you say? You're a menace.

"You're silly, ridiculous even. If I put my dick in you now, we won't be done until the sun falls. I'd rather not push it," he strokes your arms, your back. You wrap your arms around his torso. "plus Jungwoo and I were going to stop by the bank and feed, I'll need to get you home before then."

At this you sit up, his expression neutral while you turn to face him. "Why can't I stay?" You aren't quite sure how he feels about this, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if contemplating, while his hands play with your fingers.

"You want to spend the night in a house full of vampires?" Anyone else who hears his tone would think he's upset, mocking your judgement even - but you know him enough to tell that he's actually just perplexed, curious.

"I want to spend the night with you, in your room. I know it may seem stupid but I just-" his hands come to cradle your face, lips shushing you with a gentle peck. The contact has you hazy when he pulls away.

"None of that, remember? It's not stupid, I want you here too, of course. But I'll be gone come midnight to go with Jungwoo, I know that no harm will come to you but I have to know that you're comfortable."

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, heart doing flips at the prospect of actually being able to sleep in his room surrounded by things he enjoys, in a setting that involves him more than it does you. You smile shyly.

"I'm comfortable, really. I trust you, and I trust your weird vampire rules too." You're being honest, and maybe it sounds sketchy from an outside perspective - but nothing in your body feel inherently afraid. Maybe it's Jungwoos warm aura despite being frozen and youthful, or maybe it's your own stupidity - but you feel safe, oddly enough.

"I have shirts and pants in the closet there, in the black drawers," he points to a door just to the left of you both, and you realize you completely missed it. "and I can order some food for you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again while pleasant thoughts about the evenings plans begin to fill your head.

You're not sure what time it is when you awake, the blare of the movie you'd passed out while watching playing on his flat screen. It's the only light in the room and between flashes of scenes you struggle to find your phone, grabbing it once it's in your grasp.

12:30 AM.

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head. Once you'd eaten the takeout Johnny had delivered, you couldn't fight the need for sleep, and you're a bit annoyed now that you hadn't stayed up a little while longer. At least until he had to leave.

You yawn, and it occurs to you than your throat is dry, very dry. You search your surroundings for the water bottle you had earlier, but your hand smacks the empty container and sends it flying - a sigh leaving your lips.

You shouldn't. You really shouldn't, this wasn't part of the agreement - wandering off through the house on your own, especially not when he's gone. Your feet are moving before you make a conscious decision.

It's not like he expected you to just stay in his room, right? He would have told you specifically, sternly. Plus, you want something to drink, hopefully they have ice, or water. Of course they have water, dummy. Your hand wraps around his doorknob, and the darkness of the home greets you when you walk out, dressed in one Johnny's shirts and a pair of his sweats.

It's eery, you'll admit that much. The pale, bright moonlight streams through the huge picture windows at the end of the hallways, and you keep track of the turns you're making as to not get lost. The floor doesn't even creak, despite the house looking so historically ancient; a mirror of their age, in some ways.

Once you've arrived at the grand staircase, you're confident that the huge double doors to the left at the end of the steps, is the kitchen. Or a dungeon. You'll know soon enough. You take a paranoid look behind you, into the hallway you've just come from and back down to the corridor, before making your descent.

It is a kitchen, in fact. You can tell even that much in the dim lighting, a huge high wooden table sat elegantly in the middle, lined with stools that look as though they swivel. In the corner you can make out the shape of a fridge.

You feel too lucky, giggling like a schoolgirl whos just found a jar full of candy in her teachers desk. It's a miracle you haven't been caught, but your thoughts are suddenly elsewhere when your fingers wrap around the handle of the refrigerator, victory seeping into your bones at last while you think of the ice cold glass of water you get to enjoy and-

"There's nothing in there that will suit your tastes, sweetheart."

The yelp you let out is loud and echoes in the obscenely large kitchen, your hand clamping over your mouth while the muscles in your body ache with the aftershock of your fright. You turn around only to make sure you haven't just been spoken to by a ghost, almost positive that no one was here when you entered.

Yuta sits casually, perched in a stool at the far end of the dining room table. His skin is like silk in the little light that gleams from outside into the room, and you find yourself frozen; despite the fact you so vehemently swear to yourself you're not afraid.

You see his head cock to the side, only his smile visible from where you're at, blinding and oddly menacing considering the context. "Don't be so shy, I won't bite." He coos, and you unthaw just a bit.

"I'm not shy, you just scared me." You speak quietly, slowly but surely moving towards the table, only a few seats away from where he's sat. Your answer seems to ruminate in his mind for a while, his lithe hands clasped together.

"What are you searching for, anyways? Hmm?" His tone is oddly soft, melodic like music traveling through the air. You answer him almost immediately, deciding to sit directly next to him in an effort to prove you're not intimidated. Even if it's a lie.

"I was just thirsty...for water." He chuckles and suddenly his features are clearer somehow, standing out against the onyx shadows. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your head down, worried about slipping up.

"Certainly, after the night you've had," he's there one minute, in his seat and as still as stone, and then he's gone. Before you have a chance to gasp at the cool breeze that whips past you, a glass is sat in front of you, straw included. "It must be so easy for him to forget how much you little humans need for survival."

He's back in his seat and suddenly you feel naked, knowing that well, they probably heard, but forgetting that they aren't bashful about their thoughts. Yuta finds it fascinating, the way you're shrinking in your chair. You swallow.

"Why didn't you and the others go with them? Johnny and Jungwoo, I mean." You take a sip of your water, and then other, and soon half the glass is gone as the vampire next to you eyes you with his inquisitive gaze.

"I prefer less orthodox methods of satiating my hunger, blood banks are just too...diluted." You ignore the shiver that wracks through you, humming in response. He leans forward, further into the light, and you meet his wild eyes for the first time tonight.

"Your pulse is fluttering like butterflies in a jar," The corner of his plush mouth turns upwards, pearly whites on show. "are you sure you aren't scared?" His lilt is too imperceptible, and you're not able to tell if he's genuinely concerned or testing your ability to maintain composure under pressure. You steady your breathing.

"If I were scared, I would have run out the moment you spooked me in the dark like a madman." Your reply prompts a laugh to bubble from his throat and the sound is surprisingly gleeful this time, his normally menacing eyes forming into crescent moons.

"You are funny, aren't you? Tell me, then," he tilts his chin, raven hair falling against his cheek as he questions you. "why didn't you run?" His eyebrows furrow, and the genuine query takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you're not exactly sure how to answer. You aren't sure yourself, but you answer anyways. You're here, after all. Turning back around would be worth nothing.

"I don't really know. I think you're kind of...unexpected. I mean, I was told you guys aren't a lot different than him, than Johnny. But it's even more striking up close." You don't expect the truth to be so freeing or easy to say out loud once you've spoken, but you're oddly more at ease. The vampire is quiet for a moment.

"Striking? My my, you are perplexing. You're telling the truth too, so often your kind are deliberately... deceptive...how odd." He sounds as if he's talking amongst himself rather than to you, but his eyes still implore into yours.

"What do you mean? If you can tell whether or not some ones lying, then what use is it to lie?" You question, interest piqued. If his mischievous smile is anything to go by, he's willing to indulge you.

"Out of fear, lust, greed. Nothing unusual. It's only natural to tell someone exactly what it is they want to hear, especially when their teeth are against your throat."

Strangely, he doesn't sound as ferocious as the statement may make it seem. If anything, it's as if there's more than one meaning to what he's said, but you don't ruminate on it. You're not even sure how long this willingness to conversate will last.

"And vampires don't fear? Or lust, or covet." You're probably pushing it, but it's too fascinating not to. It's like being in a cage with a great white just inches away from you, as if it couldn't break through the barrier and eat you alive if it were hungry enough. The faux security blanket makes you feel invincible.

"Of course we do," his thumbs twirl casually, long black nails clanking together. "but you see, we are only living up to people's preconceived notions, aren't we? Volatile, bloodthirsty...why put on a show if you aren't going to finish it?"

You shake your head at the vampire, and he clicks his tongue. "That may be true, most of us do think that way. I don't think I ever really had an opinion, until I met Johnny. And even meeting you, of course you're all capable of horrible things but look at what humans do to others on a daily basis."

Silence follows, not awkward or tense, just the steady rise and fall of your breathing, his impenetrable irises examining you for a minute. You figure he's had enough of talking to you for tonight, and you press your heels to the floor in an effort to get up from your stool - but his cold hand is pressed against your chest before you can get move from your seat.

Your heart beats a total of two drums before you're suddenly pulled behind him, your brain trying to process what's just happened in such a short amount of time. He's almost crouched, nose in the air like a bloodhound while his hand reaches back behind him to keep you pressed against him.

"Yuta what-"

"Someone's....here."

A loud, intrusive cracking sound erupts through the kitchen, splinters of wood flying around the shield of Yutas lithe body while what seems to be violent hissing leaves the vampires throat. Your face is against his shoulder blades and you regret taking a peek to see what - or who - is growling like that in front of him - and panic fills your throat with bile.

The man is unfamiliar and you'd think he was a vampire if it weren't for how different he looks from the others - wild, crazed. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as Yuta shouts something at the creature in a foreign language, and your body shakes with tremors at the sight of the mans mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

Another blur bursts through the kitchens mangled doors, and then another, and another, and you don't know what else to do so you cling on to the back of Yutas silky shirt, unaware that the new visitors are some of the homes residents.

"Take her!" Yuta shouts, and your blood runs cold at the implication, the snarling still ripping from the creatures throats. You let go of him and prepare to run but you slam into something hard, nearly falling to the ground if cool hands didn't reach out and steady you by your shoulders.

You look up, and Jungwoos serene expression sends a wave of calmness through your bones, his voice soothing and steady despite the whirlwind happening around you both. Something made of glass breaks behind you.

"It's okay, I'm here to protect you but we have to go, now." You're pulled to his chest before you can object, getting just a small, nearly missable glimpse of the ugly creatures that Yuta and what seems to be Jaehyun - maybe Taeyong but you can't tell - are fighting off, and you suddenly realize just how scary vampires can really be.

It's like being in a car, a nice car that doesn't even jolt when it passes deep potholes in the asphalt. Except, of course, this theoretical car doesn't have doors or a windshield and you can hear - and feel - the wind whipping around you, whistling in your ears.

It's only a few more seconds, maybe even just a minute before his inhuman pace slows and you recognize the hum of an conditioner, the scent of alcohol and the padding of his shoes against a hardwood floor. He stops completely and your eyes are still shut tight, fingers clinging onto the front of him as though you might fall off the face of the earth if you let go.

"You're like a newborn deer, your legs are all wobbly." Jungwoo chuckles, amused and the sound of his voice breaks you from your fear induced reverie - eyelids peeling open to see where exactly it is that your boyfriends coven brother has taken you.

Violet and maroon lights glow around you, illuminating the place with a neon aura. It's a bar, from what you can tell, the stools and countertop and bottles of miscellaneous substances stacked on shelves behind it. It's pristine, you can see even that in such dim lighting.

"Why - what's going on? I don't underst-" Jungwoo shushes you with a finger to your lips, shaking his head as if to dismiss any of your worries before they come to a front.

"It's okay sweet pea, don't worry your pretty little head about it." You grit your teeth, but before you can offer any sort of rebuttle, the door to what you assume is the entrance you came in, swings open and a swarm of familiar faces fill the space around you, your eyes searching for Johnny in the midst.

He's not there, and your chest begins to ache badly with anxiety. This whole thing is confusing and bewildering and you're not sure what to make of it, especially when no one seems to be answering your questions, talking amongst themselves.

"It was a Lampir, a fucking Lampir." Yuta spits, chest heaving and eyes still black. Doyoung approaches him, arms crossed over his chest.

"We know why, the minute we get involved with a human those pests come to bother us." You see why the vampire had been so indifferent before.

"Hold on hold on, if it's a Lampir then it had to have been sent by Jongin. They wouldn't come to our home without orders." Taeyong reasons. You find a seat in one of the bar stools, lying your head down on the countertop.

"Definitely. Jongin is like, super old and stuff and you know how he can get - do you think he wants her?" Mark inquires too casually, your body alert now, and your need for Johnnys presence becoming unbearable.

As if your thoughts were as loud as your yearning, the door opens once again and a familiar head of raven hair is the first thing you see, messy and disheveled. You're on your feet and slamming yourself against him before your eyes even meet, and at once you're home.

You don't even realize you're crying until he's patting your head gently, then your back and down your arms while he cradles you against his chest, cooing in that warm velvet tone. "Shh, it's okay you're okay, I'm here. You're safe." He's reassuring himself, as well.

You sniffle, pulling away just a fraction of an inch to peer up at him, to confirm you're not going through panic induced hullicinations.

Warm, honey eyes stare back at you and you breathe a true sigh of relief, large hands cradling your face. Reflectively, the words leave your mouth.

"Who's Jongin?" While wiping a wet tear from tour cheek with the pad of his thumb, his expression sours, and you are suddenly fully aware that something bigger is happening, something that you've been left out on. he looks up at one of his brothers.

"That thing...he was definitely ordered." He holds you close and continues stroking your skin, the sound of his voice - even when laced with annoyance and anger soothing to your senses. A strange scent dances underneath your nose and it's only now you realize his shirt is stained with something black, like tar.

You remove your head from his chest to examine the front of his garment, wondering how you hadn't noticed it before. It's in this brief moment that you realize they've all gone completely silent, faces contorting as if they're speaking but their mouths are closed - eyes shifting back and forth from one another.

You back up a fraction of an inch, enough to capture Johnny's attention and his brothers alike, your eyebrows furrowing accusingly. They're hiding something. Your skin feels itchy.

"What are you all doing?" You glance from Jaehyun, who's dimples are on show as he holds back a laugh - to Jungwoo who looks as though he'd be flushing in shame if we able - and then to your boyfriend, who couldn't hide his feelings or emotions even if he tried.

He takes a step towards you, preparing to open his mouth but Doyoung steps in front of him, pressing a hand to Johnny's chest. "Don't. She knows enough about us." His tone is bitter, filled with resentment and your stomach lurches uncomfortably, your boyfriends fingers wrapping around his brothers wrist and flinging his hand off of him in an instant. His eyes are suddenly furious, and again, you're missing something.

"Stop this at once, you're being childish. This involves her now whether we like it or not," Yuta steps in, expression so fierce you shrink yourself, his voice authorative. You're not sure anyone could defy him even if they tried, goosebumps erupting along your skin.

"are you prepared to take care of the situation yourself? To betray your brother and harm his human mate? Or perhaps you'd like to hand her to Jongin with your own hands?" The fury in Yutas voice is unmissable, everyone standing as still as statues as he locks eyes with Doyoung. Your gasp from his statement isn't even heard.

How the fuck did this happen?

Doyoung swallows, lips turned downwards into a rueful scowl, backing away from Johnny and his elder. He sounds apologetic when he speaks, but you know it's for his sake and now yours.

"Of course not, I just think this is all a bit ridiculous. We haven't had trouble with Lampir's for years."

"Do they really make that weird screeching sound when you rip their heart out?" Mark quips at Johnny enthusiastically. You feel dizzy, steadying yourself against the bar, desperate to feel the cool marble against your hot skin. Everything is becoming too hard to comprehend.

"Hey hey, look at me." Johnny is by your side, examining you with featherlight touches. He pulls your gaze up by your chin, and you can't force yourself to give him reassurance with a smile, not even a glimmer.

"You h-had to...to kill it. Your shirt, it's all messed up." You stutter.

"Hell yeah he did, it was awesome - nasty too, fresh Lampir blood reeks." Jaehyun and Mark high five. You hear a faint, hushed 'Shut the fuck up!' from Jungwoo.

"Yes, I did kill it. It - well it wanted you. That's why it was there," he looks pained, walking you to a nearby booth and sitting you down, slipping in beside you. "Jongin is a true elder, he's over a thousand years old and Lampirs aren't like us. They're driven only by hunger and greed, they possess almost no humanity." He explains. Taeyong finds a seat across from you, taking over.

"You see, because of Jongins age, these creatures believe that he is their leader. They're feral, and we believe that he somehow got word of you...and Johnny. Someone must have seen you come over tonight and reported back to him that a human is being shared by a coven." You tremble against Johnny’s sturdy frame, Yuta moving in beside Taeyong.

"If you think we are selfish and vile, you've seen nothing yet, little bird," the eldest of the coven inquires. "If we are correct, he wanted that Lampir to take you to him. He probably even promised it would get to taste you, if the task was completed. He'll know one of his little soldiers were slaughtered, it won't be long now."

Your eyes are already wide and welling with panic, jaw slack. You're not sure what to do with the fresh wave of tension that forms an uncomfortable knot in your belly, Johnny's arms holding you steady as if it'll stop the tremors.

"W-what do you mean? Is he coming here?" You look to the vampire holding you and his sorrowful, agonized expression only confirms your fears. You just want to sleep.

"Yes. He is. We can...feel it." Gears start to shift in your head.

"And that thing earlier, all of you going silent like that...?" You question, lilt more aggressive than you intend for it to be. Jungwoo bounds over, and as always, smiles as if not a thing in the world could tear it from his bouyant face.

"We can communicate through our minds, because we've been together for so long. And since Jongin is an elder, it's like a premonition of sorts - but it's also kind of a given, considering you did rip out that things heart." He sighs at Johnny, and you rest your head against his shoulder, too tired and overwhelmed by tonight's turn of events to ask anymore questions, to deal with the flurry of feelings that are rippling through you.

"You don't have to worry, you are safe. We know how to handle the situation, alright?" Your eyes stay close, head nodding. "Just, one thing," his octave lowers and you can sense the importance of whatever he's about to tell you, looking up at him through tired eyes.

"If he speaks to you, and only if he speaks to you, call him Kai. He won't take too kindly to a human using his formal name." Your skin crawls further, not only at the situation but also at the fact that such a pompous prick is doing this to you, seemingly for nothing. Despite your disgruntled expression, you nod in affirmation.

"He's close." It's Doyoung, facing the door, slender body rigid. You stiffen in your seat and Johnny leans down to kiss the crown of your head, the only reason you're not having a full mental breakdown in the middle of such a situation.

"What should I do? Should we stand?" You whisper urgently, having no need to be so quiet but scared to raise your voice any louder, as if the vampire on his way may hear you and it'll entice him all the more. Johnny shakes his head.

"It's best to to remain neutral, casual. Even though he already knows we know he's coming." he remarks, worried eyes giving you a once over that has another round of questions at the tip of your tongue. Jaehyun snorts at this, following mark to the booth behind you both.

"Yeah, she does look like a treat doesn't she," he says it in a reflective sort of way rather than crass. This still doesn't help your nerves, or the sudden feeling of being naked. "If he doesn't already know she's involved with you, her scent will definitely give it away. She'd have his mouth watering from a mile away-"

A harsh smack lands to the back of Jaehyuns head and he winces in faux pain, rubbing his burning scalp. Jungwoo curses him, muttering something in that same language that you don't understand, what looks so be a scold.

Knock knock knock.

The sound has you cold, still in your seat while the door handle is twisted, from the other side, slowly and deliberately, as if to draw this uncomfortable moment out even longer.

"Not going to invite me in?" The voice is musical and chastising, feigning offense. The door is then pulled open and a figure waltzes through the threshold, elegant and poised with his hands behind his back. His clothing is the first thing you notice, ostentatious and regal, purposely.

"Pardon our lack of hospitality, we unfortunately had to kill one of your pets." Yuta stands, and leisurely strolls towards the bronze, man and you realize that Yuta must be the only one old enough to address him so informally. The others stay put.

"Hmm....what a pity, I must say. I see your plaything is here," His dark eyes flit towards you like a snake, and his gaze is something you can't avoid. It's not like the others, this time it's like a magnetized force, and your body feels as if it's been pumped with morphine, though you're still very much conscious and aware. "come, I'd like to get a good look at you."

"Please, don't do that." Johnny growls, and the beautiful man chuckles, a lively sound that matches his youthful exterior, the malice hidden underneath such a pleasant mask.

"She hasn't been tainted with your blood, I see. Her mind is still susceptible...how very intriguing." The vampire tilts his head curiously, tapping his foot impatiently. "must I ask again?" The tension is only adding to his fascination and he breaks eye contact to glance at Yuta, enough time for you to squeeze Johnny's hand and give him a reassured nod.

It won't do anyone any good to sit here and defy the man anyways, and you aren't as scared as you should be, as always. Whatever happens, happens. Though you're confident that it won't be without a fight from the six other vampires in the room. Maybe minus Doyoung.

Johnny looks even more agonized than before, reluctantly slipping from the booth, hand still in yours as he allows you to walk towards Jongin. Kai. Call him Kai. Only if he speaks to you. Your boyfriends word repeats like a mantra as the excitment rolls off of Kai in rivulets.

Once in front of him he stares at Johnny's hand in yours, and the touch is abruptly gone, arm swinging lonesome by your side. Kai is tall, and his energy is as captivating as it is terrifying, in many ways. Knowing he sent that creature than almost attacked you earlier...

The breath leaves your lungs as the vampires smooth, golden face appears in front of your face in just one blink of your eyes, before he moves it to the side of your neck - hovering his nose over your throat.

Your pulse is hammering but there's nothing you can do about it, even as he takes a deep and dramatic inhale before blowing cold air against your skin. He hums, a content sound.

"It's so strange...surely if you're associating yourself with seven vampires you'd be at least a little marked up," he stands to his full stature, supple hand reaching out as he extends his index finger and traces the apple of your cheek. You remain outwardly calm, steady.

"But you are just as perfect as a rose petal, aren't you? And you only smell of that tall one." The gears shift in his head and something in his irises flickers, as he glances towards Johnny, sending shivers down your spine. The whole room senses it, you can even tell and you aren't immortal. Kai's stare feels as though it might burn right through you, but Yuta's velvet voice distinguishes the burn.

"She's marked, they're just not visible. We haven't all had the chance to mark her yet, I'm sure you know how those bonds can take some time."

Your thundering heartbeat pauses for just a fraction of a second, the absolute unequivocal tone in his voice giving you whiplash. Kai's neat, dark eyebrows raise, in what seems to be genuine surprise. Yuta steps closer, as does Johnny. A presence walks behind you as well but you aren't sure who it is just yet.

"Marked...you say? So this human..." Jongin smirks devilishly and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, soothed quickly by Yuta's touch against your nape. The presence behind you is Doyoung, you're also able to conclude, as his melodic voice is the next to speak.

"Ours. The human is ours." His tone is so factual, so unequivocal that for a moment you wonder where these acting skills even came from. Not even five minutes ago he was giving you the stare of death, now he presses himself closer to your back, Johnny on your side opposite to Yuta.

Jongin tongues his cheek, utterly fascinated. Something falls over the energy in the room and it's oddly safe, the old vampires shoulders slumping only slightly, eyes still lit with animation.

"She must melt in your mouth, to be so fawned over by seven immortals. Hmm...if only you weren't claimed, this sure put a damper on things," He pouts like a child, one hand perched underneath his chin whole the other arm wraps around his torso. He takes a step back and examines you, licking his gums.

"I surely would have had my Lampir take you to me instead of ripping you apart for himself. What an unfortunate set of circumstances." For the first time, you're genuinely disturbed by a vampire, and Yutas hand soothingly massages your skin, ever so slightly. The movement probably wouldn't be perceptible to others, if it weren't for the fact that the room is filled with supernatural creatures.

"This means that the meaning for your visit has been concluded? Has it not?" Johnny asks, jaw clenched and teeth gritting together. You can tell this is winding him up, that the tips of his ears would be red right about now if possible.

Jongin sighs dramatically, placing his hands on his hips while he gives you all a once over, smiling wickedly to himself. "For now, I'll leave you be. This whole ordeal has gotten me so thirsty...I'll enjoy my variety for now. You all enjoy your little bunny," he extends his hand towards you, stroking your cheek one last time. "hope you're all at least giving her a break between turns."

Your skin burns hot and he giggles, twiddling his fingers in goodbye as he turns his back, expression neutral before he disappears from the room. The front door swings idly in the wake of his dash.

You let out a breath, finally able to think somewhat clearly as the blood returns to your limbs. Johnny's arm is around your waist at once and you're suddenly so used to Yuta's touch that it feels odd when he lets his hand drop, lingering for only a moment. You bury your face in Johnny's chest, relieved, as sketchy as Jongins behavior might have been.

"I need a drink." Jungwoo muses, and the statement brings you somewhat back to current reality, though you refuse to move from Johnny's arms. Your voice is muffled against him.

"Where are we?" You hadn't had the chance to think if it previously, too busy like, fearing for your life and all.

"This is our place, you're looking at bartender number three baby," Jaehyun boasts, and you're amused by the way he's so proud of it, Mark rolling his eyes. You look up at your boyfriend, incredulous.

"You guys...own a bar? Why didn't you tell me?" You're past the point of being angry, stupidly perhaps but after tonight you've realized that a lot of things stay hidden for good reason, as irked as it makes you. You're somewhat grateful that things are coming to light later than never.

"Yeah, we do. We own a few actually, they're not normal bars, of course. This ones Umbra, Yuta's." He looks a bit shameful, as if expecting you to be angry, or even sad. Deep down, maybe you should be, but in reality, you and Johnny have been so caught up in each other this past year, you understand how things have ended up this way.

"Can vampires even get drunk?" You ponder, and Taeyong shares a fleeting, humorous look with Doyoung, who smiles for the first time since you've met him. He looks like a completely different person, like that.

"Dude, yeah they can. It's kind of a vampire set back, imbedded in our DNA by whatever created us - after drinking a certain amount of blood we can get fuuuucked up." Mark explains with exaggerated hand motions, and you can feel Johnny sigh. You wish he weren't so abstinent about telling you all of this.

"It's a lot more than that." Taeyong cuts in, though your yawn has Johnny suddenly cupping your cheek, his tone gentle and soft. "Hey, there's a bed upstairs. Or, I can take you home, I understand if-" you yawn again, slumping yourself against him. Exhaustion is beginning to weigh you down.

"Shhh, I'm fine now. Wanna go upstairs." Your eyes are already closed and his large hands are quick to scoop you from the back of your knees, pulling you into his arms. You wrap yourself around his neck, breath against his throat.

"She's staying here tonight," one minute you're hearing the chatter of the rest of his brothers around you, and the next, silence is all you are able to perceive other than the low timbre of a pair of voices.

"listen I don't know if the house is secure, I wouldn't put it past Jongin to pull something. I don't want to leave her but-" Johnny sounds conflicted, the urgency in his voice perceptible even through the haze of the first stages of sleep.

"I'll watch over her. Jungwoo will be with me, Doyoung and the youngest can get everything repaired, there's enough of a mess to clean."

Your back meets plushness, so soft you're curling against it on instinct pleased to be met with a fluffy comforter, thick and warm.

"Listen I...I want to say thankyou, for what you've done. I'm only saying this because I could feel what you were feeling, and I know that it was genuine," you almost wonder if you're dreaming. You feel like you're eavesdropping on a conversation you're not supposed to hear, despite the fact that they're speaking in front of you.

"I'm not the most thrilled that the first human you've been even remotely generous towards, is the one I love or course. But I can tell she's safe, and comfortable with you. And that's what matters." There's a silence for a second.

"I can't pretend that I'm a changed creature over night, but I will say that she is somewhat pleasant to be around." You'd smile if you weren't already half asleep, faintly aware of the soft stroke to the back of your arm. Johnny.

"I could feel...her, too, you know. It's more than just seeing, she's not scared around you as I thought she would be," you wish you could the sleep that's consuming you, because this part of the weird dreamy haze has you a bit embarrassed, perplexed, even.

"Just keep her safe. Whatever she wants, that's what goes. I'm sure she has a lot of questions, and I'll be back in the morning to answer them."

This time, you're down for the count, a scene already beginning to unfold in your mind, the onset of a vibrant dream. Somewhere in the back of of your mind, your conscious tries to make sense of the picture, of what exactly it means.

Surely, your mind is playing tricks on you.

[recklessmark]

chapter seven: the truth revealed

—from DISCRETION series

Summary: you incidentally met a notorious CEO and your gut told you that you must claim this man. and even the fact that he’s engaged to someone else didn’t stop you from achieving what you want.

Pairings: CEO! Mark x Designer! Reader

Warnings: use of guns, minor blood mentioned

Words: 1109

—previous: chapter six-come to your love

Thursday

You’re sitting on the plane, anxiety filling your chest. Just a few hours ago, when you’re heading to the airport, you received a call.

“What’s up Donghyuck?”

“Y/N, as you requested I have detected Kim Yeri. This wedding is a trap for Mark, I’ll send her information to you.”

You closed your eyes, sighing tiredly, but you suddenly remembered something. “Shit, I forgot to bring some spare clothes, it will take a lot of time if I come home first.”

You closed your eyes, sighing tiredly, but you suddenly remembered something. “Shit, I forgot to bring some spare clothes, it will take a lot of time if I come home first.”

You closed your eyes, sighing tiredly, but you suddenly remembered something. “Shit, I forgot to bring some spare clothes, it will take a lot of time if I come home first.”

“I know you will forget.”, Alicia gave you a dress, along with some makeup. “If you come to rob the groom like that, it will be too embarrassing, right? You should put on some makeup first, more like a side chick come to ruin the wedding.”

Friday

The wedding is celebrated in a fascinating hotel, except of closed friends, no one knows Mark is getting married. Nevertheless, there are still a considerable amount of guests. An hour passes by and the wedding officially starts.

“Y/N may not arrive on time.”, Jungwoo sighs.

Jaehyun chuckles, “Not her style. I think she’s probably preparing for a terrorization.”

Donghyuck’s observing around the place, but he can’t find anyone suspicious.

All the lights are turned off, there’s only one single light left on the stage. The door opens, a girl walking inside, step by step towards the stage.

“Y/N made that dress?”, Jungwoo’s eyes follow the bride

“Yeah.”

Yeri smiles strolling towards Mark on the stage. He looks ethereal, a white vest that goes along with the bride’s dress, his hair is stroked backwards. His eyes emotionlessly looking at Yeri, sometimes they glare down at the crowd, looking for a figure.

He’s looking for you.

But you probably don’t come.

Mark makes a step forward, holding Yeri’s hand, helping her walk on the stage. Everyone goes silent as the pastor speaks up.

“I ask you now, in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into union with one another through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism.”

The man turns to look at Mark and continues, “Mark Lee, will you have Kim Yeri to be your wife, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her aslong as you both shall live?”

He doesn’t answer, he zones into silence for a while, and when everyone is extremely eager on the edge of their seats, his voice soothes the room. “I will.”

The pastor now turns to Yeri, “Kim Yeri, will you have Mark Lee to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in heath, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

The bride’s lips curl up mysteriously, her eyes glistening with something. Donghyuck realizes what’s happening, he glances around the room.

“I...”

“I will not!”

Yeri frowns, her attention switches to the door, the sudden light from the entrance makes it difficult to see clearly. A familiar figure strutting towards the couple, tender but confident, either the walk and the voice.

“She definitely doesn’t want to marry the man that made her dad live in prison, right...Kim Yerim?”

Mark widens his eyes, staring at you, he still can’t process what you’re saying.

Yeri darts her eyes around the hall, she throws the bouquet onto the floor, pulling out a pistol inside her chest.

“Y/N, you didn’t make me disappoint.”, she points the gun straight at Mark.

Seeing the weapon on Yeri’s hand, the crowd goes wide, everyone runs into different directions. Donghyuck, Jaehyun and Jungwoo all stand up, eyes open widely.

“Explain.”, Mark demands.

Yeri laughs cruelly, “Explain? You’ve forgotten? Five years ago you ruined my family, my dad was arrested, my mom suicided. I was only 20, kneeled on the ground begging you.”

You don’t care what makes Yeri hurt, neither if Mark did anything wrong, stepping forwards to stand in front of him, the gun muzzle now points at you.

As Alicia arrives, she frantically runs towards you.

Bang!

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot!”, an old man suddenly appears in the room, Yeri’s dad.

“Y/N, when I’ve done with you, he is next.”, she coldly says.

You chuckle, “You think I will sacrifice my life that easy? I still didn’t get laid with Mark.”

He grabs your arm, trying to pull you, “What are you saying? Go behind my back.”

You instantly pull out a silver gun, the gun is glowing in your hand.

“Y/N, don’t use it!”, Alicia yells at you.

“Yeri, your black gun or my silver gun, which is faster? You wanna try?”, you ignore Alicia.

She frowns, “You can only bark, no bites. Do it! Pull the trigger!”

You lower your voice, your eyes give the woman a sharp gaze, “Kim Yeri- Kim Yerim, I think you already know there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Mark turns to give Donghyuck a slight nod, signing him to call the police. His arm comes to grab around your waist. “Y/N, give that gun to me!”

Bang!

The red color of blood painting the white wedding dress as the black gun is dropped on the floor.

“Yerim!”, the old man screams.

You make a step forwards, seeing Yeri painfully kneel on the floor, there’s a bullet in her hand. “Don’t try me. Your heart is next.”

Mark’s eyes go widen, he didn’t think that you would pull the trigger, moreover, he didn’t know you‘re good at targeting with a gun. Donghyuck takes advantage of the situation, taking out his phone to call the police. Mark snatches the gun in your hand, unhesitatingly shoots Yeri’s father causing the man to kneel on the ground.

Yeri tries to pick up her gun on the floor but you’re quicker to kick the gun away.

“Shut your mouth, I will consider to let you and your dad share the same room in jail.”, you secure her arms by her wrists.

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