#goddamn first thing I saw opening bird app today

[chaotic-tired-fox]

JIMMY

[untaemedqueen]

The Lions Den

Mafia!Jin x Wife

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 8.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Dom!Jin, Pussy Smacking, Oppa Kink, Cum Eating, Fingering, Voyeurism (Just A Tad... Poor Y/N), Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Begging, Possessive!Jin, Sex Over Y/N’s Desk, Cream Pie, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: The biggest thanks to @ladyartemesia​ for being so obsessed with Jin and his wife that she read this through for me. We ship a fucked up fam <3

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

The moon is high in the sky as Jin finally gets back to the Den. It’s not like he tries to stay away from home for so long but being away from his wife is easier and they fight less this way. It’s a fight he will always start and she will always finish. She was quite like her sister Y/N in that way, she was fierce like her, brazen too. And yet, she was so completely different then Y/N. Seokjin was never one to compare people but it’s something he’s gotten used to since being with his wife. 

Entering the Den, it was silent apart from the refrigerator humming in the distant kitchen. Jin appreciates the silence for once, his wife was loud and any time she wasn’t nagging his ear off he was grateful for that. Ascending the stairs, his fingers feel at the varnished wood and he picks at the skin on his plush bottom lip before sighing. To open his bedroom door right now, would mean to see his wife who he can’t stand. But, then it comes to mind, why can’t he stand her?

He was into her when they first met, when he went over to Busan to protect her in Namjoons stead. He thought she was cute and funny if not a little mischievous but who isn’t? He remembered her saying how she was an adult now and she could do anything she wanted to and she didn’t need his permission. She would sneak out of the Busan safehouse while he was sleeping, only to chase her around Jimin’s hometown like she was a criminal. But, he started to care for her. Started to see all of her flaws and all of the good things about her and found that even with the flaws there was a good girl in there. Someone that had daddy issues and wanted to be taken care of. Someone who was manipulative and a brat just because she could be, because she was hurting that she only had Y/N and didn’t have any parents. 

It was a short time with her that made him feel at home. He ended up liking her more than he should, knowing then that Y/N was not someone to mess around with. He tried to will himself to let the stupid little crush go, because it wasn’t right. This was his job and that’s all he was there for was this job. Then there was the fatal event of having a few drinks with his now wife. Something he had told her he would do with her if she would just stay in the fucking Busan safehouse for one night without him having to bolt up out of bed and go running after her. He had watched her drink, watched her cheeks tinge pink. She had a cute drunk giggle and an even cuter drunk hiccup. He watched her dance around the house in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts while she sang loudly into the green glass bottle of soju. 

He watched her avidly as she started to straddle him on the leather couch. His large hands gripped at her waist begging her not to do this, that he couldn’t because she was Y/N’s sister. And then he watched her whimper and start to tear up saying how she wasn’t pretty enough for him. Which was untrue and he felt his heart ache in a way that was inhumane. He told her how beautiful he thought she was but it just couldn’t happen between them because of his job. She tempted him then, taking off her sleep shorts and showing him her thong. She told him how she was a virgin and she wanted him to be her first, to show her what it’s like to be with a man. 

She took off his shirt, showing her perky little tits and then, like he snapped, he was on her. He took her virginity, took her innocence and gave her his child. He remembered when he found her in the bathroom, hands shaking with the pregnancy test in her hand. Sobs ripped from her throat knowing that Y/N was going to be furious and in his own guilt, knowing he fucked up instead of getting mad at himself for having a weak resolve he blamed his now wife. He cursed her out, telling her how he should have never taken her virginity. How he should have just let her run around Busan to go get in trouble, to get kidnapped by Kim Shin. 

He was afraid to be a father and was afraid of what Y/N would do to him. But, he knew, in his heart, that he had to tell both Y/N and Jimin. Even when his wife suggested to tell her sister that she got pregnant by someone else. He told her that he would take responsibility for his child. When he looked at her then, in that small Busan bathroom, he saw how frightened she was. How her body was shaking with nerves and he realized that he did that to her. He made this fearsome girl into a nervous wreck and he began to hate himself.

Taking a deep breath he opens his bedroom door, eyes flitting through the darkness to make out any given thing before spotting his wife as she lays in their grandiose bed. It was grandiose so they wouldn’t have to be near each other. But, he misses human contact sometimes. He watches as her lips part in her deep sleep. The way her leg wraps around a pillow for comfort, for something to hold. When he looks at her, all he sees now is guilt and maybe that’s the reason he hates her so dearly.

His head turns to his son as he sleeps. Handsome like Seokjin himself. The spitting image of him, in fact. Jisuk’s hands are above his head as he sleeps soundly in his bed and Jin finds a small smile creeping onto his lips as he takes off his shirt to get ready for bed. His hand subconsciously rakes over his back, feeling all of his long gnarled scars he acquired many years ago. Stripping off his pants, he climbs into bed. Head hitting the pillow he stares at his wife as she sleeps before pushing some stray hairs behind her ear to see her face better in the darkness.

“Thank you for giving me my son.” He whispers to her sleeping form before closing his eyes to sleep. 

Waking up, Jin knows he’s alone as always. His first action is to check the bank app on his phone, see what his wife has bought today in the wee hours of the morning. He used to check it to see how much money his wife spent, to feed this burning anger he harbored for her. But, it's gotten to the point now where he checks the bank statements just to see where she is. To see that she's safe. Taking off his wedding band he looks at the tattooed ring around his finger before clearing his throat. He rubs at the inked skin before sighing gently. When did things get so fucked up? 

Standing up to stretch he hears the door of the bedroom open and wordlessly he looks through the mirror. His wife stands in the doorway, eyes falling to his gnarled back before pushing past the bed to the bathroom. "Where are you spending my money today?" Jin asks loudly, venom dripping from his voice. He's gotten so used to speaking to her in this manner that it's almost a reflex now. "None of your goddamn business." His wife replies sweetly before entering the bathroom and slamming the door shut. 

He grunts gently before putting his wedding band back on running his hands through his long brown hair. Mirae had hung up his suit like he asked and he finds comfort in knowing she could be counted on. Without a second thought he opens up the bathroom door. "What the fuck are you doing?!" His wife yells pushing her bra straps back up onto her shoulders.

"Taking a shower." He says before sitting down on the marble bench. "I'm taking a shower!" She yells before covering herself with her silken bathrobe. 

"Go ahead." He says before pointing at the water as it begins to fog up the bathroom. Anything to get a rise from this woman, he would gladly do. Or, maybe it was to hear her voice. The lines were getting blurrier over the years. 

"I'm not taking a shower with you in here!" She yells frantically grabbing at the robe sides. Jin looks her over quickly, eyes trying to drink everything in before her body is shielded from him. She looks great even after having Jisuk. She takes care of herself well.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've seen you naked. You're my wife." He says raising an eyebrow, as well as his ring clad hand. 

She scoffs loudly before turning away from him, her eyes staring pointedly at the wall. He could see her face through the mirror, the distraught look on her face. It reminds him of when she found out she was pregnant. "Go shower with those Golden Cage girls you fucking slept with!" She yells before looking down at the porcelain countertop of their en suite bathroom.

He opens his mouth to retort but no words come. Only the feeling of dread and embarrassment. "I fucking told you it was a mistake!" He seethes before standing up.

She gives a loud, fake laugh before folding her arms. "Mistakes happen once Jin. Not three times!" 

He steps back feeling as if he had been punched in the chest. The back of his knees hit the bench making him weak. He wobbles slightly before putting his hand on the wall to balance himself. He watches her head hang lower, black hair falling in rivets over her shoulder. "I already apologized. It was years ago." He mutters before brushing past her and opening the bathroom door. He barrels out of his room before stopping in the hallway. His hands find the side of his head before he screams loudly. Feet taking him first, he walks over to Jeongguk's room without a word and shoves his door open.

Jeongguk pulls his gun out from under his pillow before cocking it at the door. His face twists in pain, cut still healing from his encounter with the Im. "Hyung! Jesus Christ!" Guk yells before uncocking his gun and setting it down. 

Jin hums to him before pointing at his bathroom. "Lemme take a shower in here." He tells his little brother before walking over to the bathroom.

"You're fighting with little one again?!" Jeongguk whines as Jin turns the light on. 

"I'm not fighting with her. That's why I left." Guk hums with uncertainty before calling his old brother's name. "Just tell her that you want things to work things out." He tells Jin.

Jin gives a short laugh before starting to close the door. "That ship has sailed, my friend."

Seokjin slams the car door shut before looking at his bank statements once more. He scoffs loudly before putting his hand to his forehead. "What happened?" Jimin asks as he climbs out of the car. 

"I have a 2,000 dollar charge on my card." Jimin chuckles to himself before putting his hands in his suit pants and looking up at the casino sign.

"What'd my sister-in-law buy today?" Jin grits his teeth, hand clamping around the phone before putting it to his forehead.

"Poker chip exchange." Jin whispers before putting his hand over his face as he chuckles to himself. "Well, let's go see her win some money. For your sake." Jimin cheers before walking into the lobby without the oldest crew member.

Entering The Bird Cage, Jimin bows his head to the front of staff before shoving open the game room double doors. The gentle jazz music fills both of the men's ears before Jin’s eyes scan over the game room floor before spotting his wife at the blackjack table. He rolls his eyes gently before Jimin’s chest is pressed up against Jin’s arm as he whispers in his ear. 

“You better make her stop counting.” He whispers before walking past the tables as he fixes his tie. Kirsoon flanks him as he begins to ascend the stairs to Y/N’s office. With a long, deep sigh Jin trudges over to his wife before sitting in the chair next to her. 

She looks pretty today, she had on a long flowing black skirt and a white tank top that screamed fashionable. A black sun hat adorns her head as she blows a bubble in her gum. Jin points his index finger before popping the bubble. “What are you doing?” He asks his wife as she takes off her sunglasses to look at him, his hand placing itself on her knee.

“Gambling.” She says before holding up a poker chip and looking over at her husband. He watches the corners of her mouth flicker upwards before leaning back in his chair. “I thought you were going to get your nails done with Hyejin and Y/N.” He whispers before noticing his hand has been on her knee for way too long but he makes no move to take it away.

“We were going to but Hyejin had cramps so Taehyung told her to stay home and rest in bed. Which is nice of him, I think he’s taking care of her.” Her voice tapers off and Jin finds himself clutching her knee harder. When did it get so difficult to look at his wife without wanting to rip his own pharynx out? He pulls away from her before tilting his head as she sets down her cards face down on the green felt of the table. 

“You need to stop counting. Jimin knows you do that and you’re taking money away from your sister.” His wife rolls her eyes at his statement before pushing her chair back from the table. “She’s my sister, I can take all the money I want.” She whispers to her husband before standing. 

The sigh he gives is not one of great patience, his hand wraps around his wife's arm before pulling her towards him. “Please, don’t be a brat for five minutes and just listen to me, hmm?” His tone was soft, quite like her skin. He shoves that thought away before looking into her eyes, he was impressed that even in heels she matched his height while he was sitting, she was always a short thing. She hums to him gently before stopping in her tracks. 

“I’m leaving, aren’t I? I’m listening.” She says before trying to pry her arm out of his grip. He grabs a handful of chips before holding them out to her. “You can stay, just don’t count.” He tells her.

He really doesn’t want to ruin her fun. He doesn’t want her to leave because of him. She grabs the chips before looking up at the second floor as Jimin rushes out of the office. Jin follows her gaze before standing up quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asks his boss as Jimin jumps down the last four steps before putting his phone into his pocket. 

“Minseok fell in the garden and cut his knee open on one of the stones. I have to go, Y/N is stitching him up.” Jimin shakes his hand to Jin nervously before he cards his fingers through his hair. Jin smiles warmly at Jimin before grabbing his car keys from his pocket and handing them to the younger man. “I have to call a landscaper and get those stones out of the back garden.” Jimin mutters to himself before grabbing the keys.

“I can drive you if you want.” Jin suggests but Jimin is too busy grabbing his phone, he looks up before shaking his head confused. “Uh, no. Stay with your wife. She can drive you home, right?”

Jin’s wife opens her mouth to refuse but Jimin is already pressing his phone to his ear to call a landscaper. He rushes out of the game room floor leaving the two of them alone. The tension begins to become palpable, Jin's wife seemingly anxious as her fist around the chips tighten. Seokjin takes a step back before clearing his throat. "I don't...um...I don't-" He stops himself before rubbing at his branding scar.

His wife's eyes light up, glancing at him before she heads off towards the staircase. "What are you doing?" Jin calls loudly to his wife as she brushes past patrons dropping chips one my one into their plastic casino cups. He groans to himself, watching his wife just waste his money before inhaling deeply through his nose. "Ship has sailed. Ship has sailed." He chants to himself as he barrels through the people to grab his wife. 

"Move." She tells Kirsoon as he steps down off of the wooden staircase. He looks down at her before watching as her husband stalks behind her. "Yes Madam." 

With Kirsoon out of the way, skirt bunched up in her hand she takes to the stairs. Ascending them without a single look behind her. "Woman!" Jin calls to her through clenched teeth.

His eyes catch her toned calves, how soft and smooth they look in the dim lighting of the game floor and his hand reaches out for her before stumbling up the steps. "You okay?" Kirsoon asks quickly, Jin's wife giggles earning a grumble from him before chasing her into the office.

"What are you fucking doing?" Jin questions his wife as she rounds her sister's desk. "Being nosy." She quips before opening Y/N's drawers. 

He scoffs before walking towards her, watching her rifle through papers and small objects that she has no business going through. "Why must you be such a bitch? Is it necessary to do stupid stuff like this to feel better about yourself because you can?" He questions loudly throwing up his arms.

He knows her well, they've been married for years already. He knows her inner struggle, her torment. "A bitch. That's a good way to put it." She says before picking up a small key and sitting in Y/N's chair. 

Her hand reaches for the bottom drawer, tugging at the handle before finding it locked. She clicks her teeth before wiggling the key at her husband. He throws up his arms with an exasperated whine before covering his face. She unlocks the drawer before pulling it open with greedy hands. "I do things because I can. Quite like you, Seokjin, like when you cheated on me." She tapers off before fingering at the folders within the neatly kept drawer.

Her admission hits him like a truck. Again, the stupid mistakes have been brought up for what feel likes the billionth time. "I made a mistake! I'm only fucking human!" He bellows as she tilts her head at a folder. 

"Seokjin Pact. Huh." She whispers under her breath before grabbing the folder. She watches as his hands ball into fists before he punches a hole into the wall. "You never took into account how I'd feel. You never thought about how you could possibly hurt me." She says coolly before opening the folder.

"Because I fucking hated myself! If you would have stopped being a brat for more than ten minutes you would have realized how much I hated myself because I hurt you!" He screams before putting his hands into his hair. Her eyes glance over him, watching how he slowly opens up to her within the large office.

If there was ever an analogy for now it would be Hoseoks, "Water is formless, humans want to achieve such form or no form in fact. They meld their bodies quite like water to whatever they're around. Water is formless until poured into a cup. The water becomes the cup. Water is poured into a teapot, it becomes the teapot." Seokjin was water, his guilt was water and he poured himself into a form that could withstand hurt by hurting the only thing he knew. Himself. 

His wife's eyes soften, irises flitting between him and the page before her. "Do you know how fucking awful I felt to see the girl I was starting to love hurt and scared by me?! Do you?!" He yells before punching the wall again, "How I hid within myself, built this outward hatred for you for no reason because of my own doing?! I let my lust get the best of me and I took you as my own and I fucking ruined you!" 

She could see it then, his true form. As if the glass containing water had shattered, the liquid spilling onto the floor to show its true self of no form. "You think I wanted to force you into this?!" He yells holding up his now bruised and bleeding hand. He takes off his wedding band before walking over to the desk and slamming the ring before her. "I cared about you! I was starting to love you and then I just fucked it up. So I got angry, I got pissed at myself and then I started to miss human contact so I was drunk every second of the goddamn day. Do you know how many times while I fucked those women I moaned your name?! How I yearned for you but I couldn't keep you out of guilt?" He takes a large inhale through his nose before his wife's eyes land on the tattooed ring around his finger.

She was never a sap, never overly emotional quite like her sister and yet, she wants to keel over and scream. Cry until all of the tears had left her body. The both of them, these two people in this room, built a relationship out of hate for one another from guilty consciences. He hated her because he hated himself. She hated him because she felt guilty that she got pregnant with a child she didn't even know if he wanted. "Why did you get a ring tattooed?" She asks quietly, her voice sounding weak and feeble as her eyes skim over the words of the marriage contract before her.

Jin ignores her, walking over to the liquor caddy and pouring himself a glass of whisky. He chugs the alcohol, grateful for the long slow burn before putting his hand to his forehead. "Because if I ever lost my wedding band, I would still have one." He whispers quietly, but she still hears it. Her eyes find the final sentence of the contract, to give Jisuk a brother or sister and she sits back in the chair before putting her hand over her mouth. "Why didn't you just tell me? Just tell me how you felt?" She asks gently as he pours himself another glass. 

She watches his broad shoulders square up, how his back muscles tense. "Because I don't deserve to tell you feelings that don't mean anything. Our ship has sailed." He whistles as his hand slowly glides through the air before gulping his second glass of whisky. It was then that his wife stood, feet moving without a second thought. He runs his hand over his face as he stares at the holes he made in the office wall. She steps behind him before pulling his gun from his pants. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He asks quickly, spinning on his heels as she gently sets down the gun on the caddy. 

She looks up at him, taking in his face in what feels like forever. His brows were knit, hardened irises of dark chocolate slowly softening. His perfectly straight nose and angled face. His perfect pink lips, the plush bottom lip being picked at by his teeth. She takes in a deep breath before hugging him tightly, her arms wrapping around his muscled frame. 

Seokjin stiffens at her touch, confused by the meaning as she buries her face into his chest. "Why are you hugging me?" He asks nervously. 

Albeit, his body relaxes as she holds him, setting down the cup he finds himself wrapping his own arms around her. His eyes flutter closed, relishing in the feeling of her touch. He hasn't held her in so long, she almost feels new to him. "I'm hugging you because I want to." She remarks making the corners of his lips quirk up. 

"Baby doll." He mumbles, the years old nickname that hasn't been uttered since their one night together makes his wife snap. She begins to sob, clutching onto his suit jacket tighter as his eyes screw shut tighter. "I'm sorry!" She sobs, tears beginning to wet his crisp white shirt.

He feels it then, his nasal passages begin to burn as he furrs his eyebrows trying to will himself to stop. "Why're you sorry? I'm sorry." He mumbles before pulling her closer. 

"I should have just talked to you. I should have not been so selfish and childlike! I shouldn't have tempted you to sleep with me." He clicks his teeth before opening his eyes. 

"If you didn't then we wouldn't have our Jisuk, and he's the best thing that's ever happened." Jin whispers before pressing his lips to her black hair. He smells the orange and rose in her hair and he finds the smell so comforting he wants to just bust out into tears. "That night was the best night of my life. I had you, we made Jisuk. It was perfect...What came after was our stupidity. Our childishness. You didn't talk to me but I didn't try to talk to you either, baby doll." 

Every word he means it. Every syllable, every sentence. Their marriage was based on childish fights, childish reasoning. They never tried to understand each other, never made an effort because it frightened them. Nevermind, the pride that filled the both of them.

"I miss you." His wife cries into his chest. That's when it hits Jin, when his eyes become glassy with tears that blur his vision and make him cling to the woman before him. "I miss you, too."

Both of his hands find the sides of her face before he's pulling her off of him. He sighs quietly before running his thumb over the apple of her cheek. Wordlessly, he bends down before pressing his plump lips to hers. Stilling for a moment, her eyes widen before they squeeze shut as she kisses him back. Her hands snake around his neck, fingertips feeling at the intricate details of his branding scar before he presses his hands to her face harder. 

"I'm so sorry." He whispers against her lips, "I'll talk to you from now on, I'll tell you every stupid thing I feel. Every sliver of anger or anxiousness I have." He promises as he presses his forehead to his wifes. She nods with a whimper before pressing her lips to his again. He feels a weight lift off of him, as if his whole body has ascended. His hands grip at her waist before lifting her off of the ground, wrapping her legs around him.

With a small gasp from his wife, his tongue swipes over her bottom lip before pushing her up against the wall. His tongue caresses hers, the taste of alcohol potent in the kiss as she moans gently. The sound feels like a distant dream to him but one he would never want to wake up from. Her hands grip at his arms, nails raking over the fabric of his suit jacket.

Jin moans loudly as her lips begin to trail over his jawline. Her fingers move at a frenzied pace to unbutton his white shirt. "Baby doll." He moans gently as she suckles pretty pink petals over the column of his throat.

Holding her so close he can feel how quickly her heart begins to beat. Her lips are smooth and supple against the skin of his neck as she gently nips at his collarbone. Jin’s eyes flutter shut as she shoves his now opened clothes off of his body. Her fingertips rake over his taut skin, feeling at the strewn muscles of his abs as she kisses over him. “Fuck, baby doll.” He whispers, voice deepening with lust as he bunches up her skirt in his hands. 

Her skin so soft in his hands, kneading at the supple skin of her backside. The small whine she gives, stutters his breathing. His heart beat picks up as he presses her harder into the wall. Plump lips roaming over her neck as he tugs at her tank top. “Take this off. I want to see your perky tits.” He mumbles to her before sucking his own marks to her skin, making sure they would be seen. 

“They aren’t as perky as they used to be.” She mutters pulling away from him and the small laugh he gives makes her smile up at him. Discarding her shirt his lips crash to hers, lifting her off of the wall he makes for the desk. He can feel the warmth of her sex through his suit pants and he groans gently. “You want me, baby doll?” He questions his wife as she mewls in agreement.

His arm clears off the desk, folders and papers flying off of the table before laying his wife down on the table. A knock comes at the office door and Jin ignores it with the burning need to touch his woman. “FUCK OFF!” He yells towards the door before looking at his gun on the liquor caddy.

“Is everything okay?” He hears Kirsoon’s muffled voice ask. 

“More than okay!” Jin’s wife calls with a laugh before lifting her body and unhooking her bra. The sound Jin makes is almost inhuman before his lips are roaming over her skin. Her breath catches in her throat, eyes half lidded with lust as he kisses down her chest.

“They look pretty perky to me.” He mumbles making her giggle, his lips pluck at her nipple. Her back bowing off of the desk as she moans his name gently. Tongue flicking against her stiffening nipples, his hands pull down the stretchy band of her black skirt leaving her in only a black lace thong.

“Oh fuck.” Jin mumbles around her breast as his hands spread her knees. He always knew how gorgeous her body was, always getting glimpses of it while she was in the bathroom of their bedroom and that fateful day years ago. But, now being over her he feels something tugging at his heartstrings dying to be inside this woman who he married. 

His fingers run over her core, feeling her arousal soaked through her panties and he moans gently. “You’re fucking soaked, baby doll.” She whimpers his name as her fingers card through his brown locks tugging gently. 

He abandons her breast just to show love to the other, fingers spreading her pussy lips through the flimsy lace fabric before rubbing at her swollen clit. “Fuck, Jin! I-I-” He shushes her gently before putting his lips back to hers. 

“Been fucked since three years ago?” He asks as her body jolts beneath his, thighs straining and tightening at the pleasure. She shakes her head gently as he presses his forehead to hers. “You’re a good girl, hmm? Saving your pink little pussy all for me?” He whispers, breath fanning over her face.

She nods fervently before wiggling her hips, “Please. I’m so horny.” She whines running her hands over his arms. He hums gently before ripping her thong off, the fabric disintegrating into flimsy strings as the sodden underwear hits the floor with a smack. “You’re going to walk out of this office stuffed full of cum, gonna let it run down your legs so everyone can smell me on you, hmm?” His own words light a fire inside of him, erection beginning to strain uncomfortably within his suit pants. 

“Yes, fuck. Anything you want just touch me.” His wife begs, his lips quirk up into a smirk. Watching her cheeks tinge pink with wanting and he can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m going to fuck the brat right out of you, baby doll.” She whimpers for him in agreement before spreading her legs wider. His hand stretches out before rearing back and smacking her pussy, the heel of his palm rubbing circles onto her swollen nub. Her moans are loud, ricocheting off of the office walls and Jin can distantly remember how she sounded all those years ago. He does the action once more just to hear it again, hear her whines and her begging. She was utterly aroused, dripping onto his hand and the desk beneath her. Jin with all of his years of experience, far beyond hers, knows that this is the hottest thing he will probably ever see in his entire life.

His fingers rub quick circles to her clit, watching her face contorted in pleasure as her loud moans begin to stutter and become quicker. “You don’t even fucking masterbate either, do you? You’re going to cum for me with just my fingers on your pretty little clit.” Her nails dig into his skin, earning red lines over his golden arms. 

His free hand plucks at her stiff nipple, plush bottom lip tucking between his teeth as her body sings with wanting beneath him. “Fuck, you make my cock hard. Christ.” He whispers as her hips begin to roll, wanting to feel pleasurable release. 

“J-Jin, fuck, I’m-” She whimpers as her eyes screw shut. 

“Oppa. Say it.” He mumbles as his lips drift over the skin of her stomach, nipping at gently below her belly button.

“O-Oppa! Fuck. I’m going to cum!” His eyes roll back at her tone. “So then cum for me, baby doll.” He goads to her before smacking her pussy once more. The circles of his fingers rub harder and her body twitches for a second before she’s moaning his newfound pet name loudly. His eyes flit to her face, watching as she rides out her high and he finds himself adoring it. Wanting more of it like a greedy savage. 

He rubs her into overstimulation before she’s cringing at the painful pleasure. “Oppa, please.” She whines before he’s giving her a chance to catch her breath. “Lick it up, you’re being wasteful.” He says before holding out his palm to her face.

With flushed cheeks and swollen lips she lets her tongue run over the palm of his hand, tasting her own cum. He groans with a curse before unbuttoning his suit pants letting them drop around his ankles. She sits up on her elbows to watch him pull down his briefs, enraptured as his cock springs out with a heady thump to his stomach. “You see how hard you got my cock?” He teases before pushing her body back down onto the desk. 

She licks her lips absentmindedly watching his precum pool at his reddened tip before lazily traipsing down his long, thick length. He spreads her legs once more before running his fingers over her soaked lips, his middle finger teases her tight ring of muscle before gently prodding at it. She was so fucking tight, muscles fighting back against his finger as he invades her. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight.” He whispers before grasping at his cock. 

He gives a few pumps watching as his crooked finger becomes swallowed by her cunt before curling it gently. She moans loudly, walls rippling around his digit and he knows that she’s going to be so sensitive for him. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock so many times you’ll be crying for it.” He promises her before adding another finger. 

She whines loudly, his fingers scissoring at her cunt before rubbing sweet circles onto her clit to ease the tinge of pain she must be feeling. “I want you inside me. Please.” She begs as her hands grasp at his broad shoulders. 

He clicks his teeth before curling his fingers to the spongy bundle of muscles inside her. “Gotta prep you, baby doll.” He mumbles before another knock comes at the door. His eyes flit to the doorknob as it turns before being greeted with his wife’s sister. 

“Kirsoon, I just have to get some documents, I have to go home and take care of Mins- Oh, my GOD!” She screams before covering her eyes, Jin chuckles gently before curling his fingers into his wife as she tries to shove him away. “Y/N, good afternoon.” Jin mutters as Y/N’s free hand feels for the wall.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m using your office.” Y/N scoffs loudly before slamming the door shut with a yelp. 

“You asshole!” Jin’s wife murmurs before being cut off by a gentle gasp as he flicks faster at her g-spot. He pumps his fingers into her a few times before scissoring her open some more.

“I don’t care.” He tells her before bending down to her swollen pussy. His tongue licks at her clit, feeling it throb quickly against the tip of his muscle. He could feel his own cock twitch in response, the overwhelming need to be engulfed inside of her heat was starting to be too much to withstand. 

He pulls out his fingers slowly before lapping up her spilled arousal, “You taste so fucking good, baby doll.” Her thighs clamped around his head as his tongue invaded her soaked cunt, whorling the muscle around inside of her. Her moans fall from her lips like a prayer as her fingers grasp at his hair. 

“Cum for me one more time, baby doll. And I’ll fuck your tight little cunt.” He mumbles to his wife before entering his two fingers back inside of her. His lips latch on to her clit suckling harshly as he adds a third finger. Her whimpers become silent as her mouth drops open, pussy beginning to twitch around his fingers before moaning loudly. It’s then that her cum gushes onto his hand and he lets out a chuckled groan. “Fuck, look at that.” Jin whispers before standing back up. 

His fingers enter his mouth, moaning at her sweet taste before hooking his hands behind her knees. Their eyes connect before he smiles down at her. “I’ve really missed you.” He admits to his wife.

She giggles before tilting her head. “I’ve always been around.” She tells him as he strokes at his cock, aligning himself to her entrance. 

“No. I missed you, missed talking to you. Missed being with you and chasing you around Busan like the little brat that you are.” She snorts, a gentle breathy noise before gasping loudly as he enters her.

Both of their eyes fall shut as they let out a collective moan. He thrusts gently, hands falling to her hips as she moans his name. "Oh fuck! You're so tight!" Jim curses before lolling his head back at the indescribable pleasure. 

He gives her time to adjust to his large size, kissing her softly as his hands run over her sides. He can feel her muscles begin to relax around him and he lets out a guttural moan as she runs her fingers over the gnarled scars of his back. He pulls out gently, the bulbous head of his cock catching on her velvet walls before slowly thrusting back in. 

Her back bows off the desk, begging him for more as she moans his name. This is what Jin should have been doing for all these years that had passed him by. He missed human contact but he also missed her. He missed getting annoyed that she was so free spirited, missed chasing her everywhere to make sure she was safe. He missed looking at her with love emblazoned irises. But, now that look was back.

With lust hooded eyes he snaps his hips, the head of his cock ramming into her cervix folds. The way she moans his name, like it is the only word she knows makes his teeth grit together. “You look so gorgeous beneath me like this.” His fingers dance over small stretch marks on her hips from when she was pregnant with their son. 

“Nice perky tits.” He whispers before circling his tongue around a pert nipple, her moans become louder as he begins to pick up his pace. Eyes rolling back into his head he moans his wife's name as she wraps her legs around his waist. It’s been a long time, so long he was already close to blowing his load within warning. 

He brushes his hair out of his eyes before stilling within his wife. “Your pussy is so fucking good you’re going to make me cum.” He mutters to her, making her chuckle. 

“I want it though.” She whispers with a cute pout before hooking her hand around his neck and pulling him down to her level. “What do you want, baby doll?” He asks, starting a slow pace of thrusting.

“Want you to cum inside of me and then fuck it out.” She mumbles against his lips, he groans gently cock twitching at her words before picking up the pace. “Yes ma’am.”

Lifting her ankles onto his shoulders he being a brutal pace, “Gonna fuck your pink little pussy right open, baby doll.” 

His ab muscles contorting and pressing against his taught skin with each thrust. His eyes connect to his wife's one more, running his thumb over her cheek bone. There was a passion to this sexual encounter that held so much weight for the both of them. 

His fingers begin to rub circles on her clit, bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he whimpers for her. “Feels so fucking good, Christ. Your pussy is so wet, baby.” He whispers before screwing his eyes shut. He could feel it then, her pussy trying to milk his cock. Her pussy getting tighter and wetter around him as she begins to babble wordlessly. With a gasp, his free hand roams her thigh, kneading at the supple skin before nipping at her ankle.

His moans grow louder for her, whispering words of praise and ardor as she orgasms around his cock. “Oppa! Yes! Fuck!”

 Her cum spraying onto his lower abdomen with his name upon her lips. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, baby doll.”

Bucking into her with all of his strength, he takes pleasure in seeing how fucked out beneath him she is. How her skin has produced a sheen of sweat as she moans for him and only him. He feels his balls tighten, air flow hitching within his chest as he grabs at her thighs tighter. “Who owns this pussy? Whose pussy is this?” He asks his wife through gritted teeth.

“Yours! Oppa!” She whines loudly as her hands roam over her breasts. He hums in appreciation before choking on a moan. “Gonna cum in your pussy and claim it. Fuck, baby doll. I’m so close.” He promises her.

Stilling within her, he spills his seed with a long groan. Eyebrows knit together as he whispers his wife's name quietly. She watches him then, quite like he did with her. Watching him ride out his high as his hair sticks to his sweat soaked forehead. He grips on to her thighs as he fucks his cum inside of her with small thrusts, basking in the pleasure of his orgasm. He is so handsome and so hers and if only they wouldn’t have been so stupid with each other for the first few years of their marriage.

Jin’s eyes open before giving his wife a small smile. “Flip over. I’m not done with you yet.” He mutters to her as he pulls out. 

She whines gently at the empty feeling before hopping down off of the desk and planting her feet on the floor. His hand finds the middle of her back before bending her over the desk. His eyes watch with avid appreciation as her pussy begins to cream with his cum, slowly starting to drip down her thighs. He tuts his tongue before picking it up on his fingers. He holds his digits out in front of her face as her hands brace herself on the table. “You’re being wasteful, baby doll. Lick it up.” He whispers in her ear before smoothing her black hair behind it.

She suckles greedily on his fingers and with one swift thrust he’s back inside of her. Both of them groaning loudly as he wraps his hand around the back of her neck. “More Oppa please!” His wife begs and Jin lets out a small chuckle before kissing over her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry baby doll, Oppa is going to take real good care of you.” He promises before beginning to thrust once more.

“I can’t believe you ripped my fucking underwear.” His wife mumbles as they step down the staircase hand in hand. Jin chuckles before kissing the top of her head and slinging his arm around her shoulder.

“You don’t like the feeling of me dripping down your legs?” She whines embarrassed before slapping his chest. His smile could rival the sun at this very moment. He nods his head to Kirsoon who clears his throat before nodding back. “I like knowing that your pussy is all mine.” He mumbles into her ear as they cross the expanse of the game room floor.

“It always was yours, idiot.” She whispers fiercely, his hand grabs at the globe of her ass before squeezing gently. “Yes but now it’s filled with Oppa’s cum again.” He jeers making her giggle.

Her arm wraps around his waist before hugging him tightly as they exit the casino. Their feet match step by step as they walk towards his wife's car. “Wow, I buy you some amazing presents.” He comments as he looks over the silver Hummer. She laughs quietly before opening the front door. He goes to shut her door before hearing his name called.

“Kim Seokjin?” His head turns quickly, hand falling to his gun in the waistband of his pants before cocking his head to the side. “Yes?” He replies as a delivery man holds out a white cardboard box.

The delivery man was simple looking, a neon vest equipped on his body for riding around on his small vespa seated behind him. The man holds out the package before handing Jin the clipboard to sign his name.

“Who sent this?” He asks before looking over at his wife as she rolls down the window with a raised eyebrow. “No return to sender address.” The delivery man replies simply. 

Jin taps the pen to the clipboard before looking up at the man again, “How’d you know where I was?” He signs his name before handing him back the pad.

“Delivery options said the casino. Take care.” He gets on his vespa before driving off without another word. Jin sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth before looking down at the box in his hands. His wife hums unsurely before he takes out his gun and hands it to her. “Point it at the box and watch out for your husband's face.” He warns her before ripping the tape off of the box. 

She cocks the gun with shaky hands before he’s adjusting her hand over the trigger. “If you need to use it, squeeze the trigger lightly. Okay, baby doll?” She nods to him before his fingers wrap around the folds of the white cardboard box.

He opens it before cursing and dropping the box onto the floor below him. His wife lets out a shriek, loud and ear piercing. Jin’s heart begins to hammer harder grabbing the gun from his wife's hands before looking at her. “Close your eyes.” He instructs before uncocking the gun and putting it into his waistband. Bending down his eyes narrow at the contents within the cardboard box. Two bloody fingers cut clean from bone and a cop badge nestled beneath them. The badge was covered in thick streams of blood but two words could be made out beneath the red body fluid. “Detective Kyul.” Jin whispers before picking up the box and sealing it shut. 

He rounds the car before opening up the passengers side door and climbing in. “Drive straight home, no detours and don’t stop at yellow lights.” He tells his wife as he pulls out his gun.

“Are we going to be okay?!” She asks nervously as she peaks an eye open. He pulls her face to look at him, fingers gripping at her chin before kissing her lips gently. “I’d never let anything happen to you. Drive home, baby doll. Now.”

[breeeliss]

[Miraculous Ladybug]: Dressed to Kill

i….am procrastinating this paper super hard….so i started a one-shot series. isn’t that fun?

bit of a T rating, but if you don’t mind that, enjoy :)

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Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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Title: Dressed to Kill

Summary: “You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Chlonette Assassins AU

1. Flirting on the Job

“You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner, staring at the two guards stationed at the door at the other end of the courtyard. She finished screwing her suppressor onto her own gun and checked her pockets for her compression gloves. “So if some asshole has me in a chokehold, you’re not going to punch him in the face because you have to protect your goddamn gel manicure?”

“I never said that,” Chloe groaned. “Obviously I’d clock him straight in the nose, but I will expect you to pay for my replacement manicure since you shouldn’t be getting yourself into that situation in the first place.”

“Oh nice.”

“I’m a single woman, I deserve to pamper myself, sue me.”

Marinette fastened the velcro of her gloves and counted the knives she had strapped to her thigh. “That’s your own fault. I offered to sleep with you literally last week and you said no.” She checked her watch. “Shifts change in 3 minutes.”

“Roger,” Chloe replied automatically. “Also, fuck you, you told me you’d sleep with me because, and I quote, you found my dry spell ‘cripplingly pathetic.’”

“I mean, it is. Offer still stands,” Marinette winked. 

“Please, if anyone’s going to be doing the fucking, it’s going to be me,” Chloe snarled. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, tapped around her apps, and brought up full schematics of the building they were about to sneak into. “Alya just sent us a map. Adrien says lights out in 30.”

“Perfect.” Marinette readjusted the duffle bag on her back. “Any place that’ll give me a clean shot?”

“Probably the trophy room” Chloe said. “We might have to clear out the third floor though. I’ll do it. Give you time to set up the sniper and should still leave us a 5 minute leeway until the target comes into range.”

Marinette nodded. Clean and simple job, just how she liked it. “Alright. Moving in 2. Also, you’re the pillow queen to end all pillow queens. I think we know which one would do the fucking.”

“Um, I’m an amazing lesbian,” Chloe insisted. “Half the reason my arms are toned is because I do my fair share of the work.”

“You get frequent manicures and grow out your nails. How is that being an amazing lesbian?”

“I’m sorry that you’re so low maintenance that you have to depend on your fingers. Some of us have an arsenal of other devices that can happily do the work and then some.”

Marinette nodded. “Ah, strap-on queen. Sexy.”

“Marinette, shut the fuck up.”

“Oh come on,” she laughed. “Since when are you shy about talking about sex?”

“Since we’re on an assignment.”

“We have 90 seconds to kill.”

Chloe rolled her eyes but Marinette saw the smile at the corner of her lips. “I would only sleep with you if bought me dinner first. And you would have to swear allegiance to me, complement me at least four times a day, and worship my body at every available opportunity.”

Marinette snorted. “How about this? You do a good job for me? I’ll buy you dinner, a hotel room, your own bottle of wine, and an entire evening to do whatever you want with me.”

Chloe lifted a brow and whistled. “Damn. Are you hitting a dry spell?”

“I’m forced to look at a hot dumb blonde all day,” Marinette said with a deadpanned stare. “What did you expect?”

“You’re such a bitch.” She jutted her chin towards the two guards who were laughing and heading back inside the building to take a break from their shift. They had a 5 minute window. “Ready when you are.”

Their assignment today wasn’t a huge deal. Alya got them a layout of the mansion, Adrien was probably sneaking out right about now after having knocked out the security system, and Chloe and Marinette were left to do the rest. 

The CEO who lived here was apparently in the center of a huge embezzling scheme. Plan was to wipe out and secure the third floor and give Marinette a base to snipe down their target and all of his affiliates as they drove up the road and came back to the mansion at exactly 8:00pm for dinner according to Alya’s information. Ideally, it would give Chloe just enough time to break into the target’s study, wipe his computer clean of information, and hopefully give them more info on who else was involved in this nonsense. Then, it was just a matter of getting back to Adrien and his getaway car. 

Hopefully this would be done in an hour. Marinette hated working weekends. 

They both slipped in through the front doors after the stationed guards left, scanned the main room for any guards, and quickly sped up the stairs, staying low and keeping their hands on their guns. Marinette was in charge of memorizing the guard schedules, and this was around the time when everyone was switching around. Shitty security, since that meant that Chloe and Marinette had an easy time of avoiding them all while they meandered to their next posts. Marinette only had to knock out two guards on their way to the third floor. 

Eight guards. Yeah. Not subtle at all. 

“Yeah, this guy’s study is definitely on this floor,” Marinette muttered as they crouched on the other side of the door that was slightly ajar and leading to southern portion of the third floor hallway. “Two birds with one stone I guess.”

“Idiot,” Chloe snorted. She pulled out her pistol in one hand and hunting knife in the other. “Alright, you want me to be practical about this or sexy about this?”

Marinette raised an amused brow. “What’s the difference?”

Chloe shrugged. “Practical is I just scope them from here in like four seconds and call it a day. Sexy is I do the job and give you a show at the same time.”

Marinette laughed. “Careful, your crush on me is showing.”

“Please. I still haven’t said yes to your little sex date.”

“You also haven’t said no,” Marinette teased. “I’ll take the sexy option while you’re offering.”

Chloe tapped the tip of her knife to her nose. “Keep your eyes on my ass, it looks fantastic today.”

Marinette gave her a mock salute. “Yes, mademoiselle.” 

When they first joined the agency, Chloe was super pissed that Marinette was essentially able to kick her ass every time she popped into the gym and tried sparring with her. Marinette kept explaining it was because she had four years of mixed martial arts training under her belt, so Chloe repeatedly being knocked on her ass was nothing to be ashamed of (insert condescending wink here). So of course the petty little thing went and signed up for Taekwondo classes and turned into a badass in the span of two years. And because Chloe was an insufferable narcissist, she liked to show it off at every available opportunity. 

Though, Marinette had to admit, watching Chloe take down eight guards with nothing but a knife and some brutal double roundhouse kicks was pretty hot. 

Chloe slammed a guard’s head against the wall and pulled her knife out of the muscle of his upper arm, leaving him in a crumpled, motionless heap. She wiped off the blade with the edge of her shirt and stuck her tongue out at Marinette. “Scale of one to ten.”

“Solid seven. I kinda wish I had a better view of your boobs.”

Chloe huffed. “Well shit I’ll pop my chest out the next time I’m literally kicking some dude’s ass.”

Marinette walked by the bodies of the guards and planted a quick kiss on Chloe’s cheek. “Thanks for cleaning up the place.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me!

“Please flattery got me everywhere with you.”

“Go set up your stupid gun!”

Marinette cackled and pulled a lock picking kit out of her pocket while Chloe pulled a door jammer and a CinchLock out from her own duffle bag and quickly barricaded the door to the main hallway. For good measure, she dragged an armoire and a desk in front of the door to further deter anyone from coming in. 

Marinette kneeled in front of the trophy room and started fiddling with the lock. “Don’t you remember that time I took you out to that club last month?”

Chloe’s cheeks went red as she started picking the lock to one of the other rooms in the hallway. “Shut up…”

“Hands down the best night I’ve had all month,” Marinette exclaimed. “You dragged me off to the couches, sat in my lap, started making out with me, and stuck your hand down the front of my pants. I mean, I get we were a little drunk but Lord.”

“I was thirsty, okay?” Chloe popped her door open first and sucked her teeth when it was revealed to just be a guest room. She switched to the door perpendicular to Marinette’s. “And you looked amazing that night. I’m not an idiot.”

“I believe I told you that your dress made you look like a fucking goddess,” Marinette smirked. “And then you sort of blinked at me, didn’t say anything, and pulled me off to the side. Flattery will get me nowhere my ass.” Marinette pushed her door open and found the trophy room that perfectly overlooked the road wrapping up the hill that led to the mansion. She yanked her duffle bag off her shoulder, kneeled by the window, and unzipped her bag.

“You think yourself so irresistible don’t you?”

Marinette started setting up the scope to her gun. “Pretty much.”

Chloe finished picking the lock to the door and cheered. “Got the fucker’s computer!! And just you wait, tonight I’ll rock your goddamn world. Then we’ll see who finds who irresistible.”

“Is that a yes to the sex date then?”

“What the hell. I could use an orgasm or four. That dinner better be spectacular though. I’m a wine and dine kind of gal.”

“Give me some credit, will you? I’m a romantic at heart.”

Marinette quickly started to set her rifle up by the window while Chloe plugged in her ear piece and had Alya talk her through how to sweep their target’s computer for anything useful. They’d wasted a bit of time fooling around in the hallway so the target and the rest of his dinner guests started rolling up along the long road quicker than Marinette had anticipated. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, peered through the scope, and started loading up bullets. “They’re coming up the hill.”

“Seriously?” Chloe groaned. She muttered something to Alya before going back to tapping away at the keyboard. “I’ll try to hurry up but no promises.”

“No need,” Marinette breathed out. “I got it.”

“Make those shots count, darling.”

Marinette snorted. “Don’t I always?” She was the best markswoman in their entire agency. If there was ever an assignment that needed a sharpshooter, Marinette was always the first on the ticket. 

She gently laid her finger on the trigger and lined up her scope so that it was pointed right in the middle of the windshield of the first car coming up the hill. She could just barely see a man that more or less matched the description of their target through the glass and lined the scope up to the center of his forehead. The moment she made this shot there was going to be a rain of bullets heading straight for her, so she needed to make this quick without being sloppy. She waited until the car stopped winding around the turn and started driving straight before she pressed down on the trigger. 

The bullet smashed through the windshield and the car immediately jolted to a screeching halt. Marinette smirked when she saw that she successfully made the shot. The driver tumbled out of the car and was already pulling a gun out of his back pocket to aim for the mansion, the only other place where a shooter could possibly be holed up. Marinette didn’t even blink before she moved her gun and made quick work of him as well. 

The other cars started coming up the hill and Marinette quickly started to recount her bullets. 3 left in the rifle. 5 on the buttstock. 10 more on the improvised shell holder she had on her left sleeve. She’d be fine so long as she didn’t miss too many shots. The next car came around the bend and she landed another bullet straight into the forehead of the other passenger. But this time, other cars behind that one were stopping and their passengers were ducking behind their car doors to create cover. Marinette waited for one of them to peek out above the car door to take a shot at her before getting them in the side of the neck. 

“Chloe!!” Marinette shouted over her own gunfire. “How are we looking?”

“Bullshit password protection and shitty encryptions. Got his emails, contacts, and business files. Sending them to Fu and waiting for him to okay it.”

“Okay,” Marinette gritted out, cursing as she missed a shot. She quickly reloaded the rifle. “No pressure. Take your time.”

“Feeling the heat, babe?”

“No, I’m doing fantastic!” A stray bullet hit the side of the window and made Marinette flinch as one of her shots went a little too wide and hit someone in the shoulder. 

Honestly. This was supposed to be her day off. She really needed to talk to Master Fu about getting other snipers to take these shitty weekend assignments. Surely seniority counted for something. 

Marinette eventually got whittled down to her last five bullets with only two more men hiding in the trees and bushes along the side of the house. She managed to get one of them in the right eye before she heard someone banging on the barricaded door at the end of the hallway. The other guards in the house already knew that they were in here. They needed to get out quick. Marinette tracked her last target who was making sure to keep low in the bushes and make shots through the trees to keep his cover. “Chloe, talk to me.”

“Fu’s got enough. I’m wiping my tracks and we’re good to go. How are you doing?”

“One more.” She heard the banging happening at the other side of the barricade becoming more insistent. Marinette rolled her eyes, stared at her last three bullets, and decided to screw it and take a chance. She purposefully aimed one of her bullets at the ground next to the bush that the last shooter was hiding behind and smiled victoriously when he dove away from his hiding spot to avoid the shot. She quickly landed her second to last bullet through his temple and immediatley started dismounting her rifle from the window. 

“How are we getting out, Chlo!?” Marinette shouted. 

“Uhhh…” Chloe hesitated, zooming in on the maps that Alya sent over. “There’s a blind spot on the west wall. Adrien says if we scale down and go straight through the trees, we’ll get to his car.”

Marinette finished packing up her rifle, kept a hand on her pistol, and darted from the room. “Told you not to get a manicure today. Your ass is gonna break a nail climbing down the side of the wall.”

“Don’t remind me.”

They snuck into the guest room that Chloe had previously opened, climbed out the window, and breathed out sighs of relief when they saw that there weren’t any guards on this side of the mansion yet. They used the gutter pipe to get down to the ground and immediately ran through the trees. Marinette could hear shouting and gunfire behind her, but she focused on keeping her head down and creating as much distance between them and the mansion as possible. 

Sure enough, they stumbled out onto a road and saw an inconspicuous black car with fake license plates parked just behind the line of trees. The back doors were already opened for them and Chloe and Marinette quickly dove into the backseats and shut the doors behind them. Adrien was already at the wheel, slamming his foot down on the pedal, and peeling onto the road and back down the hill. 

Chloe pulled out her pistol and kept it pointed out the back window in case anyone started following them. Marinette caught the phone that Adrien threw her from the front seat and pulled it to her ear. “Yes?”

“The information was received. I assume everything went smoothly?”

Fu. Marinette chuckled and wiped her forehead. “More or less. We were extracted successfully. Heading back to base now.”

“Be ready to give a full report upon your return. Excellent work, Ladybug.”

Marinette smirked, hung up the phone, and threw it on the seat next to her. She shoved an elbow into Chloe’s side. “Good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” Chloe sighed and slid back down on the seat next to Marinette, leaning her head on her shoulder. “God, why did our extraction point have to be at the other end of the fucking woods?”

“It was as close to you two as I could get,” Adrien apologized. “Besides. A good run never hurt anyone. Least of all you.”

“Leave me alone,” she muttered. Chloe held up her index finger and showed Marinette the nail that had snapped all the way down to the base. “Do you see this? Do you see? Broken nail.”

“I told you not to get a manicure!” Marinette repeated. “Besides, you’re a tenth of the way prepared for tonight anyway, so you might as well even yourself out.”

Adrien cackled. “Oh my God, wait, are you guys hooking up again?”

Chloe scowled. “What’s it to you?”

“If you say yes, Nino owes me like two hundred euros.”

Chloe screamed in outrage. “I thought you were joking about those betting pools!”

“Nu-uh,” Adrien said. “Your weird flirty, banter-y, rival, sexual tension thing is hilarious. You’re like Miraculous’s main source of entertainment.”

“Oh, gee, thanks.”

“Don’t worry Adrien,” Marinette smiled sweetly. “She will be thoroughly ravished before the evening is over. I promise.”

“Oh good. Maybe she’ll be in a pleasant mood in the morning.”

“One can only hope.”

“You two are fucking terrible and you’re both paying for my new manicure.”