#lee dong wook imagine

[inkedobsidian]

~ accidental co-parents ~

prompt: #26 “It was a joke baby, I swear.”

summary: Jin-Man is jealous that Y/N has spent her whole day taking care of Ji-An

pairing: Jeong Jin-Man x Reader

warnings: just fluff icl

word count: 870

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

It had been nearly 3 days of Y/N curled up in a chair at Ji-An’s bedside. They didn’t really know what was going on with Ji-An but the constant fever and puking just led to Y/N taking up temporary residence on the shitty chair at Ji-An’s bedside. Jin-Man did what he could, bringing coffee to Y/N every couple of hours and delivering the 3 meals they needed to eat but other than that he kept his distance.

Jin-Man didn’t realise how lonely the house would feel with the 2 of them cooped up in that room and maybe it was also the fact that because Ji-An has not been at school that he hasn’t spent anytime with Y/N. Even if they didn’t speak it was the way they existed around each other that he missed. Handing each other coffee’s without spoken words just because you know the other one.

It was almost as if she could hear him thinking about her because she was walking out of Ji-An’s bedroom holding a small damp towel. She walked in silence not wanting to wake Ji-An up but the minute she caught eye contact with Jin-Man she shot him a smile and proceeded straight to the kitchen. He decided to move from his position on the couch and towards the sink.

“Y/N L/N. Are you going to be a nurse for every generation of my family?” Jin-Man joked quietly as Y/N was rinsing the small towel with cold water, a trick to try and keep Ji-An’s temperature down. Y/N had been Jin-Man’s right hand in Babylon and she was the one that patched him up the most, from there it was so natural for her to care for Ji-An in the same way.

“At least Ji-An is a good patient. That stings… that’s too tight… can you rewrap it.” Y/N deepens her voice to mock a moaning and in pain Jin-Man earning a quick hmm from the man himself. Y/N laughed after finishing the voice and turned the tap off beginning to ring out the towel so it was damp not dripping.

“I am brilliant while in pain, I am however bored out my mind in this house alone. How fast can you cure whatever this is.” Jin-Man had opened up and started speaking more casually with Y/N the more she was around and now they’d lived together for 5 years it was like he couldn’t exist alone. Y/N tried to hide the smile on her face when he so casually says that he misses her, even if that’s not exactly what he said. Y/N couldn’t believe that Ji-An was sick and he was here being clingy and jealous, she had to try her hardest to supress a laugh.

“Is there a way to cure you of your need to bother me?” Honestly if it was any other scenario then Jin-Man would’ve known that Y/N was just joking with him but maybe genuinely missing her made him take that a little too to heart. When he didn’t say anything Y/N looked up to see genuine hurt across his face and the shock of his reaction genuinely surprised her.

“It was a joke baby, I swear.” Y/N laughed finally turning her body away from the sink and finally facing towards Jin-Man. Then it was like a second wave of shock hit him.

“Baby..?” Jin-Man repeated it because he thought he didn’t hear her correctly. Then it was time for Y/N to realise what she said, maybe sleeping in the chair was starting to make her loose it. She stood there frozen with the towel in her hands trying to look anywhere in the kitchen that wasn’t the man stood in front of her. Then she finally darted her eyes to look at him and he was there looking at her with a look she’d not seen before. There was a softness behind his eyes that was new, of course he cared for and trusted her but this was different.

It was very easy for both of them to blur the lines the longer they lived together. When you’re on missions it’s different, it’s life and death. Here in the house, taking care of Ji-An and raising her together it was domestically normal. (If you ignore the black market website they run together) Almost as if it was like fate had decided to save this conversation for another day there were small footsteps from the hallway and a very sick and nauseous Ji-An rounded the corner.

“I’ll take care of her you look like you need to sleep in a real bed.” Jin-Man whispered towards Y/N as he gently took the small towel out of her hand placing it on the kitchen side. He moved the hair out of her face and gave her a small kiss on the forehead before picking up the towel again and walking back to the bedroom with Ji-An. Y/N just stood there in the kitchen for an extra second waiting for them to retreat to the bedroom but she heard one last thing from the hallway from a very sleepy and sick 14 year old that she probably wasn’t supposed to.

“Have you finally told her you like her?”

[yootaesowlwrites]

Like What You See - Lee Dong Wook

W/C: 7K

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Prompts: “I’ll take it that you like what you see.”

Warnings: Fluff, smut, nudism, explicit language, dirty talking, nipple licking, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, oral(female receiving), fingering, cum tasting, brief handjob, pet/nicknames, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You lick your lips as you tug on the shirt you had on, which was your boyfriend, Dong Wook’s, he was staying at your place for the night, and he had insisted that you wear his shirt to bed, you look at yourself in the mirror and nod your head before turning towards the door and opening it, Dong Wook turns his head towards the door and smiles as stands from the bed and makes his way to you.

“Don’t you look absolutely breathtaking,” He states as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer to him. “You look beautiful wearing my shirt, I love it,” He dips his head lower, and you tilt your head upwards to meet him halfway for a kiss, your eyes shut, and you lift your hands and place them against his bare chest, and feel the warmth of his skin underneath the palms of your hands, your lips slowly move together as it slowly begins to grow deeper. His hands slide lower until they reach the side of your thighs, and he slowly rubs his hands over your skin, which sends a tingling feeling up your spine, he slides his hands over your panties before his hands reach your waist and slowly rubs them up and down, creating a burning sensation on your skin.

You slide your hands over his chest and move them to the top of his shoulders before sliding them down to his biceps, your fingers press into his flesh as you feel the shape of his muscles underneath your touch. You break the kiss but don’t move your head away from his and allow your noses to brush against each other as you both are breathing a little harder by now, you open your eyes and stare back into his dark brown ones, the ones you fell so deeply in love with and the ones that stared at you with so much love stored in them. You feel him begin to guide you backwards until your back hits the wall just next to the bathroom door, he lowers his head, and you hear him inhale slowly and deeply.

“Jump,” He mumbles before you feel his hands grip your waist, you bend your knees before jumping as he lifts you, and your legs instantly wrap around him as you move your hands behind his neck and interlace your fingers. He presses himself against you, pushing you against the wall, before he slides his hands down your hips and over the outside of your thighs before moving them to the back of your thighs and gripping them with a tight hold.

“Oh,” You gasp as you feel his fingers pressing into your skin, holding you securely as he presses your upper body into the wall. “I’ll take it that you like what you see,” You had to say it, you felt a boost of confidence rush through you as he held you against the wall after kissing you so deeply.

“I like too much,” He says. “In fact, I absolutely love it,” You could feel his groin pressing against yours and felt his cock slowly growing stiff inside his slacks. “It makes my mind spin,” He moves away from the wall and turns around before making his way to the bed with you clinging onto him while staring into his eyes, lust swirls in his eyes as they begin to cloud over with passion. Within moments your back hits the bed, and he’s hovering over you before he shifts your body to the middle of the bed, you release your hands and move them to his shoulders and pull him down to you, your lips crash against each other in another hot passionate kiss.

His hand moves from your ass to the side of your thigh before moving underneath the shirt, and slides it over your ribcage before cupping your tit, while his other hand presses into the mattress to keep himself lifted, putting most of his weight on that arm. His hand on your breast gently kneads into the soft tissue, and you can feel your skin slowly heating up more, you slide one of your hands to the back of his neck and move it into his hair, holding onto it as his tongue slides along your lips, you part your them, and he slides his tongue into your mouth, sliding it along yours before pressing it against the roof of your mouth.

“Hmm,” He hums into your mouth as you try to suck on his tongue, keyword; try. But not succeeding too much with it, which causes him to pull back as you both begin to chuckle over it.

“That’s what happens when I try something new to be more seductive,” You say with a giggle. He shakes his head before his laughter dies down, and he’s smiling down at you. “I’ll work on it, and see if I can make it more sexy in the future.”

“No, no, it’s okay, you can suck on something else much better,” He says. “But practice is good, but I would prefer the other thing to be sucked a lot more,” You nod your head, unable to stop smiling. “Shall we keep going?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop now,” You say. He nods his head, and you feel his hand move away from your breast, you release his shoulder and the back of his head as he moves to sit on his knees, your legs unwrap from around his waist, and you place your feet on the mattress as you bend them next to him, his hands move to the hem of your shirt, and you arch your back as he pushes it upwards.

“Remind me to give you a white shirt next time,” He says. You lower your back and lift your chest and arms, letting him remove the shirt completely. “So I can suck on your breasts through it and have it become see-through,” You lower down to the bed and watch as he tosses the shirt aside. “I think that’s something we should try, it’s going to look so pretty, and it’s going to be so hard to resist going down on you with the two wet patches on your chest.”

“You’re talking me into it, it sounds tempting to try,” You say. He leans down, and you feel his lips brush against your earlobe. “To have you needing so badly that you can hardly control yourself,” You whisper into his ear.

“You would love to see me beg for you, drag you to any type of surface and bend you over it,” He says with a low tone. A shiver goes through your body as you imagine the cold surface making contact with your wet nipples as they harden instantly, your pussy clenches at the thought, and you felt yourself getting wet at the thought.

“We should try that, Dong Wook, shit,” You say. He moves his face away from your head and moves down to your chest. “I’m pretty sure you did pack a white shirt,” You would have felt embarrassed with how needy and desperate you sounded, if you weren’t already so turned on from just that suggestion and the way he was touching you.

“And what if I did?” He asks. You feel his chin brush against the top of your breast as he slides it over the curve and towards your nipple. “Do you want to stop and put it on?” His lips reach your nipple, and you feel your muscles tense as his hot breath washes over the bud.

“I, uh, no… no, not now, tomorrow…” You stutter out. “We can try it tomorrow, or… or the weekend,” You didn’t want to stop now, even if the idea was tempting. “We can try it then, I don’t want you to stop now…” He lifts his head and his chin brushes against your nipple, you lift your head to look at him and lick your lips.

“How about we have a pool or hot tub date, and you can wear it, then afterwards in the showers, I can make you feel how hard it was to resist you,” He says. You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Or, we can sneak into the pool tomorrow night, and you can try to be as quiet as possible as I take you in the pool.”

“Doooonggg Wooookkk,” You whine and bring your hand to your face, covering it as you feel heat travelling up to your cheeks. “Let’s… fuck, you’re making my mind spin, let’s, let’s just try it tomorrow, with whichever scenario,” You lift your hand away from your face to look at him. “Any scenario, I don’t mind, not with you… I trust you,” He nods his head.

“Then we’ll let it happen spontaneously, no planning it, otherwise we could be let down if something comes in our way,” He says. You nod your head, he was right, but that wasn’t going to stop you from finding his white shirt tomorrow morning and pulling it on. You lower your head as he lowers his, his lips brush against your nipple, and you feel your toes wanting to curl at the feeling of his plush lips touching your nipple, which have grown a little more sensitive after the talk you just had, his tongue slips out, and he presses the tip of it against your nipple making you take in a shaky breath as he slowly draws circles with it over the bud. You move your hand to the top of his head and slide your fingers through his hair before curling them into it and gripping onto them. He licks a stripe upwards to the top of your breast before he pulls his tongue away and presses it against your nipple again, repeating the pattern once more.

“Dong Wook…” You breathe out. The feeling of his tongue gliding over your nipple as it grows more sensitive was causing your muscles to tense as your insides knot together while you grow wetter, he pulls back slightly and blows down against the bud, causing it to harden and your breathing to pick up as your skin grows warmer. “Oh, gosh…” His hand cups your boob and slides his thumb over your hardened nipple, he moves his head to your other breast and lowers his head, you feel his lips brushing against your nipple before warmth engulfed it as he wraps his lips around the bud. “Oh, my, Dong Wook…” His nose presses against your skin, and you can feel him breathing in deeply as he sucks on the bud, your mind was slowly starting to spin as his other hand on your boob grips onto it with a firm hold, and you felt your abdomen twist at the sudden movement.

“Shit, Wook, I…” You gasp and lick your lips, feeling how warm they feel from licking them too much already. His grip on your boob loosens before he slides it over your ribcage and down your stomach before reaching the elastic of your panties. His fingers trace along the top of it, leaving a burning trail along your skin as he does, his tongue flicks over your nipple, and you feel your back muscles tensing causing your back to arch as the sensation travels down to your pussy, he pulls back from your nipple, silver strings of saliva breaking off and coating your breast and his chin, he licks his lips and lifts his head to look at you, your chest heaves up and down as you take in deep breaths while looking at him.

“You’re so responsive, have I ever mentioned how much I love that?” He asks. You release your grip on the top of his head as he begins shifting lower on the bed. “It drives me crazy what I can make you feel,” He sits back on his knees and slides his other hand that was pushed against the mattress over the side of your body and the side of your thigh before sliding it to the top of it and resting it just above your knee.

“You’ve mentioned it a few times,” You say. “But you just know how to touch me, and where to touch me,” He nods his head before he slides his hand at the top of your panties over your mound before cupping your pussy through your panties, he presses his fingers against the fabric and hears a squelching sound coming from your pussy, his lips part before his eyes drop between your legs, his fingers move to the side of your panties, and he pulls it aside, you watch as his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he takes in deep and slow breaths, your pussy was glistening with your juices and your folds were practically coated in it and a wet patch was already forming on the fabric.

“You’re so damn soaked, did talking about those scenarios do this to you?” He asks as he releases your panties and slides his fingers over them, your toes curl into the bedding as you feel the feathery touch against your folds as he slides his fingers up and down. “Or is it a mix of talking about it and what I’m doing to you and making you feel?” You move your arm over your face and shut your eyes as you take in a deep breath.

“… Both…” You mumble. Your juices seep through the fabric, and he begins spreading it over your panties. “Gosh, it was both, Dong Wook, but can you blame me?” He shifts on the bed before you feel him blow cold air against your pussy. “Fuck, Wooook!” You bite your bottom lip before your lips part, and you breathe deeply through your mouth. “See, you just know how, you know what exactly does it for me, fuck,” You move your arm away from your face and drop it onto the bed, you open your eyes and lift your head to look at him.

“So hot you, I love it so much,” He says. He moves his hands to the top of your panties and curls his fingers into the fabric before pulling it down, you lift your hips, and he slides them down your thighs, you lower your hips and lift your feet as he drags your panties down your legs, keeping his knuckles in contact with your skin as he does before he completely removes your panties and tosses them aside. You place your feet back down on the bed as he moves lower, you watch as he tries to find a comfortable position, or as comfortable as his hardening cock would allow him. You watch as he lowers his head between your legs, his hair tickling the inside of your thighs as he inches closer to your pussy, you drop your head onto the pillow and your heart drums loudly in your ear as your body tenses with anticipation.

His arms slip underneath your legs, lifting your feet off the bed as his shoulders push against the back of your thighs, pushing your legs upwards and almost against your body, causing your folds to spread and create a sloshing sound. His hands press against your hips as he places them flat against your hips, you stop breathing for a moment as his head gets closer and closer to your pussy, his nose brushes against your folds and your hips slightly lift upwards at the touch.

“Dong Wook, fuck…” You breathe out before taking a deep breath. His hot breaths fan over your pussy, and you close your eyes and move your hands to grip the bedding, his tongue presses down beneath your clit, and he licks a slow stripe upwards, your back arches as you feel his warm tongue gliding over the bundle of nerves. “Oh, my fucking… your tongue,” He slides it downwards, over your clit once more before he slides it from side to side, you reach one hand down and grip the top of his head, curling his fingers into his hair. His tongue circles your clit, and you feel your insides pulling together as your muscles tense up, your toes curl, and you fight against the feeling of wanting to shut your legs around his head.

“Dong Wook, oh, my fucking, that feels so… ohh,” You moan as your back lowers down to the mattress as his tongue repeats the movements again and again, your mind was spinning, and your skin felt like it was on fire, slurping sounds come from him as he swallows your juices he collects onto his tongue, his nose was moving against your folds with each lick over your clit. “It’s so good, so fucking… good,” Sweat was slowly starting to coat your skin as the room only grows hotter, his hands slide up your sides before sliding back down, constantly staying in contact with your skin and adding to the heat already going through you. “Need… more,” He slides one of his hands away from your hip before it disappears, you feel the bed move as he shifts once more and moments later you feel his fingers press against your entrance.

“Wook, Wook, oh, ohhh,” You gasp as he slides a digit inside you causing you to push your head back against the pillow, you could hear and feel him breathing hard against your pussy, you were getting closer to the edge of your high and your body felt like it wanted to start shaking with pleasure. “Dong Wook, Wook…” His finger slowly pumps in and out of you as he keeps licking your clit, you bring your other hand to the top of your head and curl your fingers into your hair as your mind begins spinning. The sloshing sound of your wetness fills the room along with your breathy moans and the sound of him breathing loudly against your pussy, your muscles tighten as you feel another digit slipping inside you, he was slowly building you up and edging you closer to your release, his fingers curl inside you, and he turns them, rubbing your walls with the pads of his fingers before he pulls them out halfway and extends them.

“Dong Wook, it feels so fucking good, shit, don’t stop, keep going, please, more, more,” You babble out. You feel his knuckles pressing against your pussy as he pushes his fingers as deep as he could into you before sliding them out, you turn your head sideways as you begin breathing rapidly, your heart drums loudly in your ears, and you swear he could hear it too, your back arches as you feel a third digit pushing inside you, your walls getting stretched just a little more. “I’m gonna…” You mumble as you release your hair and throw your arm over your eyes as you turn your head to the other side. “Dong Wook…” You felt like you were out of breath as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you and licking your clit, with each lick it was starting to feel like a shock was going through your body, your back muscles begin to ache as you try to arch even more. “Doonngg Wooook!” Your grip on his hair tightens as you pull on it. “I’m… I…” Specs of dust begin floating behind your lids as you feel your muscles tensing more, your heels dig into his back and you curl your toes.

“DONG WOOK!” You cry out as the tension inside you snaps, your walls pulse around his fingers as you cum and the specs of dust turn into fireworks exploding behind your lids, your mind spins as your body shakes with ecstasy. “DONG WOOK, FUCK, OH, MY GOSH!” His mouth wraps around your clit, and he begins sucking on the bundle of nerves, your head turns from side to side as you move your arm away from your head and grip the bedding and pull on it, the slurping sounds become louder as he sucks on your clit, his fingers move slightly faster to ease you through your high. “UGMM, FUCK!” He curls his fingers inside you and uncurls them, rubbing one spot over and over. Your body slowly begins calming down, and your mind slowly stops spinning, he pulls away from your clit, gently tugging on it one final time as he releases it.

“Fuck, Wook…” You sigh and lower your back down to the bed, and he slowly slides his fingers from you, causing your legs to twitch as he does. You release his hair and move your hand down to your side, you release the tight grip you had on the sheets, feeling your hand ache from how hard you had gripped onto it. He unwraps his arm from around your thigh and places your feet on the mattress and sits back on his knees, you open your eyes and blink several times to get used to the light before you lift your head and your eyes widen as you find his fingers inside his mouth, licking them clean. “Fucking hell, Dong Wook, why the hell do you have to look like a Greek god when you do that?” You want to drop your head back down to the pillow and catch your breath, but the sight of him sucking his fingers clean was heavenly, and you couldn’t get yourself to look away. His nose was glistening from your juices and so was his chin, you bend your arms and press your elbows into the bed as you prop yourself up before moving into a sitting position, keeping your gaze on his lips as he slowly pulls his fingers from his mouth.

“Hmm,” He hums as his eyes meet yours. “So good, how do you manage to taste even better every time I get a taste of you?” Your lips part as you let out a chuckle and shake your head at that question.

“I can’t give away my secret,” You say, even though you don’t have one. Your eyes move down to his chest before moving lower until you stop this crotch, a tent had formed in his slacks, and it was almost pressed against his stomach, you reach your hand out and curl your fingers around the elastic of his pants and pull it away from his body before you push it down, just below his cock. “No boxers?” You lift your gaze to look at him, a smirk rests on his lips. “You were hoping for something like his to happen, weren’t you?” He lifts his hips, and you slide his pants down his hips and push them to his knees, you release the elastic of it and move your hand upwards, your fingers touch the tip of his cock, which was red and shining with pre-cum. “If we kept going, you would have soaked right through your pants, Wook,” You slide your fingers along his length, and you hear him inhale deeply. “I bet if I look close enough, I’ll see a strain inside.”

“You would, you’ll see what you do to me,” He says. You watch as his stomach muscles twitch as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. “Fucking��� hell,” You slide your hand along his length slowly which causes his lips to part as he inhales loudly, your hand reaches the tip of his cock, and you twist and turn your hand around the tip, making him tilt his head back. “Shit, that feels so good…” He could feel his orgasm slowly starting to build as you rub your hand over the tip of his cock, getting the palm of your hand covered with his pre-cum, squelching sounds come from your hand, and you feel yourself growing wetter at the sounds, your gaze drops to his cock, and you slide your hand down his length, spreading his juices down his cock and making it glisten all the way down to the base of his cock. “Lay back, lay back, I need to be inside you,” You unwrap your hand from around his cock and lay back. He shuffles closer to you, managing to slip his pants down his legs and get rid of it completely, he settles his hips between your legs and moves his hands to your hips, gripping onto them which causes your insides to twist at how firm he held you.

“Gosh, Wook…” You moan. He lifts your hips and pulls you closer to his body and rests your ass on top of his thighs, you could feel the warmth of his cock so close to your pussy, yet so fucking far. He moves one hand away from your hip and moments later you feel him drag his cock along your folds.

“Lift your hips for me,” He says. You press your heels into the mattress and lift your hips, you feel his cock slide between your folds as he moves it towards your slit, your jaw slacks as you feel him push the tip inside you, stretching your walls and slowly filling you. He pulls his hand away from his cock, and you feel it return to your hip to help you keep them lifted as he slides deeper into you.

“Ohh, my fucking, shit, I, ohh, uhhhhmm,” You moan and shut your eyes at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls as he stretches them. “Fucking, gosh, you feel so fucking good, it feels so good!” He bites his bottom lip as he feels your walls squeezing around him.

“Hmm, shit…” He groans lowly and slides his hand down from your hips, over your thigh before moving it to the back of your thigh, he leans over you and lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist. “Keep it there,” He moves his other hand away from your hip and presses it into the bed next to your head, keeping his weight in it as he fully leans over you, his hips make contact with yours, and you feel his cock come to a halt inside you. Both of you breathe in deeply as you take a moment to adjust to the feeling of him being inside you and to the feeling of your walls being wrapped around him. He lowers himself down to his elbow, bringing his other arm next to your body and pressing his elbow into the bed as well, his body presses flush against yours and sweat almost instantly begins building up between your bodies. You move your hand to the back of his head, sliding your fingers through his hair while your other hand— that was coated with his pre-cum— grips the bedding as you firmly wrap your leg around his waist, his cock shifts inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of it. “Can I move?” You nod your head, careful not to bump it against his with how close he is to you.

“Please,” You whisper. You feel his cock shift inside you as it slowly slides out halfway before he rolls his hips forward against yours, sliding back inside of you fully. You could feel your muscles slowly tensing with each slow thrust from him, the sound of your juices sloshing filled the room along with the sound of your breathy low moans and his grunts and groans.

“This feels so nice,” He whispers. His forehead was almost against yours, and your noses touched with each thrust. “You feel so nice,” You could feel a tension building inside you, the way he was moving so slow, you could almost feel how his cock was shaped as it slides in and out of you.

“Dong Wook…” You moan and release the sheets and lift your hand, sliding it over his shoulder and towards his back, your fingers slide along his skin as you slowly try to find a grip on him, but the amount of sweat coating his skin already makes it hard to grip onto him. “It’s so good, oh, my gosh…” You could feel your mind becoming hazy. He manages to move his hand to the top of your head and brushes some of the strands of hair out of your face before running his fingers through them, combing them back before keeping his grip loosely at the top of your head. “You’re so… hmm, uh, amazing, I love, uhmm, doing this with youuuu,” You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles with one another behind his back and digging your feet into his lower back while your hand scratches at his upper back. “I love you, Dong Wook,” You feel his nose brushing against yours as he tilts his head slightly.

“I love you too, baby, all of you, everything about you,” He mumbles, sounding breathless. His lips make contact with yours softly and your eyes shut as you take everything in, how he feels inside you, how he’s making you feel and the feeling of his lips moving against yours, taking your breath away with each second that’s passing. His hold on your head seems to tighten the longer the kiss continues on, and you feel his other hand touch your hip before he slides his hand between your bodies and manages to cup your mound and slide his fingers against the inside of your folds before sliding them up and down, almost in rhythm with his thrusts. A hot tingling sensation begins making its way up your legs, a sign that you are getting closer and closer to your release, he breaks away from the kiss, making you both gasp for air to try and fill your lungs. “Hmm, uhh…” He could feel your walls tightening around him, squeezing him to fill you. Your back arches as you feel his fingers moving closer to your clit, the bundle of nerves felt like it had gained a heartbeat, and you were almost certain that if he would touch it, it would send you right over the edge of ecstasy. “S-so good.”

“Dong Wook, oh, my fucking… I…” You moan and turn your head to the side as you feel a tingling sensation moving down your spine, fuck, you were so close. You could see specs of dust starting to form behind your eyelids, and he could feel your body tensing underneath him as you get closer to your high, your walls pulse around, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten, his fingers slide around your clit, and you stop breathing for a moment as you feel your insides pulling into one giant tight knot. “Wook…” He takes in a deep breath as he feels your nails scratching along his back, leaving red stripes behind on his skin.

“Let go for me, baby,” He whispers, his hot breath fans against the side of your face, so close to your ear also, his fingers slide over your clit, and you push your hips upwards against his.

“WOOK!” You cry out as the tension inside you snaps, stars explode behind your lids and your body feels light as if it was floating through the air. “OHH, OH, SHIT, DONG WOOK!” Your body shakes beneath his as your high travels through you. “OHH, UH, HMM!” Your head turns from side to side against the pillow. He could feel your juices spilling around his cock causing his mind to spin as he feels himself getting closer, his fingers continue to rub your clit, easing you through your high. “FUCK, SO FUCKING GOOD!” Your grip on his hair was tight as you pulled on it, your heels digging harder against his back. “So ohhh, gooood,” He drops his head to the crook of your neck, and you feel his breathing picking up, his thrusts become more strained as he tries to continue with the slow pace, but it was getting harder and harder as he feels a faint heartbeat starting to form at the tip of cock. “Doooonggg Wooookkk!” You were slowly coming down from your high, as he was just starting to chase his own. “Ohh, my gosh…” His movements become more sloppy and his grip on your hair tightens as he tries to hold onto some control, but it is slowly falling away as you squeeze your walls around him, trying to help him get over the edge.

“Baby, oh, my fucking…” He lowly groans against your neck. His fingers twitch against your clit as he tries to keep rubbing the bundle of nerves, your body twitches every time the pads of his fingers does touch your clit as a shockwave goes through your body.

“Fill me, Wook, fill me,” You whisper into his ear. Your grip on his hair loosens, and you slowly comb your fingers through them, you gasp and squeeze your lids tighter together as he thrusts into you with a hard thrust before he pulls his hand away from your pussy and moves it to your hip.

“Ride me, help me,” He says with such desperation laced in his tone. You feel yourself being turned over and unhook your ankles and unwrap your legs from around him just in time before you feel your body being rolled over and your knees now pressing against the mattress and your body weight fully pressing down on Dong Wook. “Pl-please,” You open your eyes and find yourself on top of him, you slide your hand out from beneath his body where it was resting on the back of his shoulder and move your other hand away from his hair.

“Okay, I’ll help you get there,” You whisper and sit upright on top of him, his hand falls away from the top of your head and down to your thigh, and his cock shifts inside you, hitting a different angle now, which causes you to whimper and him to groan. You press your hands against his chest, gathering the little strength and energy you had to move your hips over his cock, his hands move to grip your hips to help guide you over him, and you lower your head as you take big breaths in and out. “Come on, baby, do it for me, fill me,” Your words were so filthy, and he absolutely loved having you ask him to fill your pussy with his load. “Fuck, it’s gonna feel so good,” He could feel your juices running over his balls as it spills down his cock.

“Fuuuuuckk” He moans and turns his head from side to side, feeling the tightening feeling shoot up his cock, straight to the tip where the heartbeat was only getting stronger. “Baby…” Your eyes focus on his stomach, and you watch as his muscles pull and twitch the closer he gets, which only motivates you to keep going. “Ohh, Ohhh!” His moaning was getting louder, he sucks in his stomach as his muscles pulled together, you lift your head as you hear a strained moan and watch as his jaw slacked. “Ohhh, yes, yes, YES!” His cock twitches inside you as his load spills into you, filling you with it, you continue rolling your hips over his cock, getting him through his high as you squeeze your walls around him, squeezing him for every last drop he has inside him. “Uuhhh, ummhh,” His grip on your hips tighten as he goes through his high, almost as if he was trying to hold onto the euphoric feeling he was going through. “Ohh, so go-good,” You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he breathes in and out rapidly, he lifts his hips, meeting yours halfway to try and help the feeling going through him, his mind was spinning and everything just felt so good, he slowly drops his hips to the bed and takes in a deep breath. “So… good…”

Breathing in hard as he begins to come down from his high, you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you and his grip on your hips loosens, you slowly rock your hips against him until you fully stop and slowly lay yourself down on top of him. Your skins immediately stick together from all the sweat that was starting to cool off as you both try and catch your breath and take in all the feelings running through you. It felt like your entire body was tingling as the afterglow of it all slowly began to settle in, your skin began to cool down along with the room temperature. The smell of sex hangs in the air and the only sounds that you can now hear are just your breathing and his, he slides his hand to the small of your back while sliding his other hand along your spine and pausing it at the top of your back, he moves his head slightly, and he takes in one final deep breath.

“Are you okay?” His voice was just above a whisper. “How do you feel?” Goosebumps slowly begin to form on your skin as the air only grows colder against your sweat-coated skin.

“Hmm,” You lazily hum, feeling your energy quickly leaving you. “More than okay, like I’m on cloud nine, my body feels so good, so tingly…” He chuckles at the last part.

“Is anything sore, or hurting?” He gently asks. You pause for a moment and focus on your body to see if you feel something that is uncomfortable or hurting.

“No, no, it’s all good feelings, no discomfort,” You say. “You… are you okay? Hurting somewhere? Maybe where I scratched…?” You lift your head and open your eyes to look down at him, you watch as he thinks for a moment, trying to feel if something is hurting.

“The scratches are burning a little, not too much though,” He says, and you nod your head at his answer.

“I’ll go get the cream,” You say and begin to push yourself off from him, his grip around you tightens, and he holds you in place.

“Wait, wait, wait,” He quickly says. “Let me go get it, and I’ll bring a cloth to clean you,” You nod your head. “Just stay here, your legs probably feel like jelly.”

“Not like yours won’t feel much different,” You say with a light chuckle, which makes him smile and tilt his head slightly.

“You’re absolutely right about that, but I will take the tumble for you anytime, my dear,” He says and presses his lips to yours gently, kissing you. You begin lifting your hips during the kiss, causing you to whimper into his mouth as his cock slides out from you, you pull back from the kiss and smile down at him as you lift your leg over him and plop yourself down next to him. He lets out a sigh as he props himself up onto his elbows. “You couldn’t just wait a few more minutes?” He sits upright. “We could have waited just a few more minutes,” You lay on your side, propping yourself up onto your elbow as you watch him climb off the bed.

“Well, those scratches need tending to, and I want to sleep so badly right now,” You say. “I would rather tend to them first, then sleep cuddled into your side,” You watch as he makes his way into the bathroom, admiring his backside and every mole that covered his skin, you swore he had to have been handcrafted by the Greek gods themselves, and you were just so lucky to have him. You feel your mixed releases slowly spill from between your folds and begin coating your inner thighs, the mess it was probably making was making your mind spin. Dong Wook steps out of the bathroom and makes his way to the bed and watches as you squeeze your legs together.

“I thought you were tired, or is something feeling a little too good?” He asks. You lick your lips before pushing yourself into a sitting position, feeling the juices move between your folds, a devious smirk falls onto your lips.

“Yeah… you should take a look,” You say and bend your knees in front of you before spreading them open for him, the squelching sound goes through the air, and you watch as he inhales sharply at the sight of your pussy glistering not just with your juices but with his now also.

“Ohh, that’s quite a pretty mess there,” He slowly says and places his knee on the bed. “Does it turn you on? Feeling it leaks from you and coats your entire pussy and inner thighs?” You take the bottle of cream from his hand.

“Of course it does…” You mutter. “It feels… hot, and knowing it's yours also…” He places his hand on your knee and leans closer, almost like he is in a trance. “Let me tend to those scratches quickly, and then you can clean me,” You open the bottle, and he thinks for a moment, debating if he should pull back and sit down on the bed or if he should push you back and bury his face between your legs. “Dong Wook,” He blinks and slowly, almost reluctantly pulls his hand away from your knee before taking his knee off the bed and turning around to slowly sit down on the bed. He feels the mattress move before your legs touch his lower back. “It doesn’t look too bad, that’s good news,” He inhales sharply as he feels you apply the cold cream to his skin. “Sorry…” You gently rub the cream over the stripes you have left behind. “And… finished,” He hears the bottle shut and looks over his shoulder at you.

“I don’t think the cloth’s gonna clean you much, that’s a big mess…” He says and fully turns his body towards you. You put the bottle at the top of the bed, you were tired… but the feeling between your legs was causing a needy ache that only he could help you with at this moment.

“You’re so turned on from seeing it, aren’t you?” You ask as a smirk slowly pulls at the corner of your lips. “Well… if you want to clean it like that, I won’t stop you,” That was all he needed before his hands gripping onto your thighs with a firm hold, spreading your legs open and burying his head between your legs and pushing his tongue right against your entrance. “DONG WOOK!”

[itsbabyabby]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞!

Tv show: A shop for killers.

Relationship: Jeong Jinman x reader.

Warning!: Blood, mention of death, detail of wounds and injuries, violence, mention of weapons. Do not read if you are under 15 years old, if you read it is under your own responsibility. Do not republish/modify my work without my permission, ask me, it costs you nothing.

The sound of the shots resounded all over the place, the darkness chasing your steps tired but without stopping.

Your trembling hands grabbing the heavy weapon, the hesitant gaze on every corner caused a new cloud of fear, but it was your job, a job that was getting along badly, not because of you, but because of the troops who did not do their job well and now you were alone in this.

"Y/N?"

The voice behind you made you jump, quickly pointing at the man behind you. Your vision dazzling your beloved with his hands up to lower your weapon from his chest.

“Fuc-“ the man covered your mouth with his gloved hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked, approaching without first looking at the sides and moving towards you in quick steps, hiding them behind a concrete wall. “I told you not to move from where you were, now look...”

“Everyone is dead,” you said looking at him and looking behind him while the man checked your wounds very closely.

“I know, let the two team move forward,” You gasped with pain when he raised your chin to see your injured eye, the hemotoma forming around while the blood dries made it look worse than it is. “You should have waited for me.”

“I was doing it but they started attacking, I couldn’t stay,” she remained silent, his eyes traveled to yours gently. “Where were you?”

“Close,” was all he said before letting go and taking a step back to check the backpack he brought with him. “Can you heal yourself?”

You nodded, making the decision to sit on the floor, pulling your gun to the side to make way for the medicine cabinet, you opened the small box. Grabbing everything you would need to be able to heal your wounds. You had several cuts on your face and a blow to the eye, your entire abdominal part was painful because of the number of blows you received, however; the worst part was taken by your right arm, the knife they had given you was so deep that you could even see the flesh sprout, making you want to be in bed for a long time.

“I’ll go back, I’ll ask for help,” you wanted to see him quickly in the face of his words.

“I’m going with you, you won’t leave me here like that”

“That’s why I’ll leave you here, you’ll be fine,” the man turned around to see you seriously. “You’re already very hurt, you won’t be able to advance so much with your arm like this, you’re losing blood. It won’t take long”

The man turned around starting to walk, you tied the gaude well on your arm to stop the bleeding, you took your weapon quickly and tried to get up with all your strength until you got it, walking behind him with regret.

“Don’t leave me here, Jinman!” the man, upon hearing his name, turned around once again until you collided with him. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

The man sighed knowing how stubborn you were, taking your healthy arm and then going down to your hand entangling his fingers in a loving but tight grip.

“You’ll never listen to me, will you?” You just looked at it. “Let’s go before they realize that we are still here, we will return to the warehouse and I will help you with those wounds, can you put up with a little more?”

You nodded.

“Well, let’s go”

[whimsimille]

THICKER THAN BLOOD

Chapter 2: "Come home to me, darling."

(Jeong Jin-Man x fem! reader)

"Why are you leaving so suddenly?" You questioned, your voice bouncing off the tapestry that adorned the living room wall of your quaint shared apartment and the oak bookshelves filled with classics.

The comforting aroma of a simmering homemade tomato sauce filled the air, mingling with the sound of sizzling pans and the rhythmic chopping of crisp, fresh vegetables on the polished granite kitchen countertop. 

Dressed in a worn-out apricot apron adorned with faded sunflower prints, your hands were occupied with diligently kneading the carefully prepared pasta dough for your dinner, a recipe passed down from your Italian grandmother.

All of a sudden, the living room's normal sounds—the soft purr of Gunpowder, his gray cat curled up on the plush Persian rug, the low drone of the television playing the evening news—were replaced by an eerie silence that made your skin crawl. 

On turning, you noticed Honda in the midst of rushing preparations for departure. He was hunched over the suede couch, lacing up his sturdy boots, his face etched with stern concentration. Against the dimly lit backdrop of the room, his figure blended seamlessly, rendering him no more than a transient silhouette.

"Where exactly are you off to? And what's the urgency?" You signed, your hands dancing in the air while you leaned against the wooden door frame. A knot of unease formed in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his hasty departure.

His gaze met yours, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips as he signed back, "I have to go. Jin-Man needs me. I can't disclose more for your safety. You know how it works."   

He continued to pack his bag—a small duffel made of worn leather with patches on the corners and straps slung over one shoulder. As he did so, you caught sight of an old photograph falling out of the side pocket; it was of you both from what looked like a summer festival years ago, grinning widely under colorful umbrellas while balloons swelled around you both.

"But can't it wait until tomorrow? Is it really necessary to depart on the day that we get back together after several months?

The worn-out leather of the couch groaned under his weight as he rose, his tall figure casting a long shadow against the faded brown wallpaper. 

Moving towards you, he avoided the cluttered coffee table littered with dog-eared magazines and discarded newspapers. His leather jacket, draped over the back of a nearby armchair, was quickly pulled on, the rusted zipper scraping against the silence of the room.

"No, it can't wait. But I'll be back in time for dinner. I promise." Even as he used a gentle swipe of his thumb to remove a stray splotch of tomato sauce from your cheek, his smile never left his face. “When I return, we can lounge on the couch, munching on popcorn and be engrossed in those old Hollywood classics you're so fond of. You can also show me your progress with that hacking project you've been working on. Maybe try not to fry the motherboard this time?"

"First of all, you better keep that promise. Second,  I’ll hold you to it. Third, for your information, that was a one-time thing!"

"First, I will. It's a promise. And second, I remember it being a three-time thing." He chuckled, his laughter warm like a summer's day.

"Shut up. But tell me, why the secrecy? Why can't you share what's happening? Jin-Man usually keeps me in the loop when a mission comes up.”

Despite your persistent questioning, Honda remained resolute, his face as unreadable as a closed book. He gently loosened your grip on his arm. "Stop nagging me like Mama would. I can't divulge any details. It's not safe. But I need to go. Jin-Man needs me. Don’t you have any government sites to hack? Or do you plan on crashing our systems again?"

"Stop it, douchebag. You're being reckless. We need to tread with caution, especially now more than ever. You know that. And that was not my fault; their security was just… upgraded."

However, he simply shook his head as he smiled at your pout, pulling you into a warm embrace. The cold, hard metal of his brass knuckles, concealed in his pocket, pressed against your side. A chilling reminder of the danger that lay ahead. Yet you refrained from voicing your fears, choosing instead to hold him tight, the rhythm of your heartbeats synchronizing.

"Alright," you conceded, swallowing your protests, "at least take some food with you." Gesturing towards a Tupperware container on the table, filled with steaming eggs and a side of kimchi jeon—both staple dishes in your shared meals.

His eyes softened at your concern, and he took the offered container, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead before making his way towards the entrance.

As he neared the door, a rush of childhood memories invaded your mind. Sometimes you stayed up late whispering secrets under the covers; sometimes you felt his pain even when he was miles away, and sometimes you both fell off your bikes and ended up in the emergency room with scraped knees. They dubbed it the twin instinct, but to you, it was a lifeline, a warning system that alerted you when Honda was in danger.

"Honda, wait!" You called out, your voice echoing off the creaking wooden floorboards. 

The desperation in your plea stirred Gunpowder from her sleep, her tail twitching softly against the worn-out rug as though caught in a dream of chasing unseen mice. Honda turned, his hand still on the doorknob, his eyes questioning in the pale afternoon light filtering through the gaps in the old blinds.

A knot of guilt twisted in the pit of your stomach, threatening to crawl out through your lips and fill the room with its bitter taste.

The two of you were caught in a moment where petty bickering had canceled all the plans you had carefully added to your shared agenda. Your hands, once intertwined in unity, had become unglued from one another, your fingers now tangled in the strands of hair sprouting from your head. The hateful words you once spat at each other—words that had plunged through the gaps of your milk teeth—had turned into a somber reality. It suddenly seemed oddly appealing to consider dying in order to keep him around.

"I...I love you, brother," you admitted, the words feeling foreign yet so right. It was something you should have said a long time ago, after your parents' deaths, when it was just the two of you against the world. But you had always been afraid—afraid that admitting your fears would make them real.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded, an unspoken understanding passing between you two. "I love you too, sis," he signed before stepping out into the afternoon, leaving you in the silence of the empty apartment.

While life in the apartment carried on around you—the stove still burning, the TV blaring the evening news, Gunpowder curling around your ankles, licking your calves—you felt tears springing up in your eyes as your thoughts raced.

Come home, Honda. Come home and tell me everything about your day, from the way the sun glinted off the skyscrapers to the way the coffee tasted at your favorite café. Come home and argue with me again, about trivial things like who left the lights on or whose turn it was to do the dishes. Slam your bedroom door like you used to when we were teenagers and stomp around the house in Dad's old boots.

Come home and laugh with me, share those terrible inside jokes that only we understand. Handle your knife in the wrong way, the way you used to when you're not on a mission, when you're just my brother and not a covert operative. 

Come home and hold me again while I cry in your lap about the girls and boys that shattered my heart. Come home to fix the TV you always mess up with those greasy fingers of yours, leaving stains on the remote.

Scream at me if you need to; let out all that pent-up frustration that I know you keep bottled up inside. 

Come home and tell me how you always manage to burn the pasta, making it stick to the pots. Come home and let me nag about your messiness, about the dirty socks you always leave on the floor and about the dishes in the sink. 

But most importantly:

“Come home safe. Come home to me, Honda. Please."

2 months later

Late afternoon light filtered through the window, casting elongated, capering shadows across the glossy surface of your living room's hardwood floor.

Finally, after a whole day cleaning the place and trying to make it more child friendly, you were curled up in the embrace of the vintage couch and a soft, threadbare blanket, a relic from your childhood, was wrapped snugly around you, providing a comforting barrier against the creeping chill.

You idly stroked Gunpowder, who was as much a part of the family as any human member. Her fur was coarse, yet soothing under your fingertips.

Gunpowder was the only other living being that missed Honda as much as you did; her amber eyes held a profound sadness that echoed your own. You were grateful that Jin-Man let you take her from the animal shelter.

She didn't deserve to be alone, not when she had already lost so much.

With the monochrome scenes flickering against the brick wall, the contemporary television set in the room's corner was showing Casablanca.

Nonetheless, your mind was elsewhere, lost in a world of thought, meandering through a labyrinth of candid memories as your eyes were glued to the window, drinking in the expanse of the verdant family farm outside.

In your hands was your favorite cat mug, the one with the chipped ear and faded paint, a sentimental relic from your college days.

It was unusually quiet, the usual cacophony of farm life replaced by the relentless drumming of rain.

Not only was Ji-An nowhere to be seen, but Jin-Man's rusty truck had vanished from its customary location beside the red barn.

A glance at the old, ticking clock hanging on the wall—16:00, way past the time Ji-An usually got home from school—made your anxiety spike.

Just as you were about to pull on your trusty yellow raincoat to go look for her, you saw Jin-Man's truck pulling up the gravel driveway. He got out of the truck, his jacket hanging haphazardly off his broad shoulders, and his jaw clenched in a way that set off alarm bells in your head.

You quickly signed , "Hey! Old man! Good afternoon to you too! Where's Ji-An?" as he stomped past you, heading straight to his office. But he didn't answer; he didn't even spare you a glance.

Following him, you tried to make sense of what was happening, but he closed the office door right in your face. You were left standing there, frustration bubbling up inside you, a sense of foreboding making your heart pound in your chest.

As you paced around the living room, worry gnawing at you, the front door creaked open. Your heart leapt at the sound, and you turned around, expecting to see Ji-An, safe and sound.

But what you saw made your heart drop.

Ji-An walked in, soaked to the bone and covered in mud, carrying her pink backpack—the one her mother had bought for her last Christmas. Her uniform was clinging to her small frame, her hair plastered to her forehead, but she didn't make a sound. Not a sob, not a whimper.

Seeing her, you rushed over, dropping onto your knees to be at her level. "Ji-An, sweetheart, what happened? Why didn't you come home with Uncle Jin-Man?" you asked. A flutter of panic seized you as she remained silent, her eyes downcast. "Did something happen at school? You can tell me. I'm here for you."

“I need a bath, Noona. I don't want to talk about it right now. Is that okay?”

You looked at her for a long moment, the sight of her shivering form causing a lump to form in your throat. Her hair, previously neatly braided, was now a mess; the ties you had made for her earlier that morning were nowhere to be found.

"Yeah… Of course, baby," you reassured her, offering a weak smile.

With a sigh, you slowly rose to your feet and gently took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. You could feel her fingers tremble slightly in your grasp, her small hand cold and damp from the rain.

You then went to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for her. You quickly grabbed a fresh set of clothes for her—a soft purple cotton t-shirt and a pair of comfortable cartoon pants that had cute little teddy bears printed on them. You placed them neatly on the bathroom counter, within her reach.

Once the bathtub was filled with warm water and a generous amount of bubble bath, you helped her undress the wet clothes sticking to her skin. 

While Ji-An enjoyed her warm bath, Gunpowder sat in front of the bathtub. Her amber eyes were focused on the bubbles, her tail twitching with curiosity. Every now and then, she would bat at a stray bubble, her paw slicing through the air with a fluid motion as if it were a game.

With Ji-An safely in the bath and the clothes inside the washing machine, you then went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. Using cookie cutters, you shaped the food into fun shapes—a star-shaped sandwich, fruit cut into the shape of animals, a bowl of soup with alphabet pasta. You even managed to make a small salad; the vegetables were bright and colorful. It was a small gesture, but you hoped it would bring a smile to Ji-An's face.

Throughout the days you've been living in this place, you've tried countless times to make Jin-Man and Ji-An eat at the same place, to share a meal like a family. But Jin-Man always avoided you and Ji-An like you were viruses, always eating small things before burying himself on the couch while watching movies all alone or in his office working with Pasin. It was frustrating to see the distance between them, but then again, it wasn't your job to force conversations and lovey dovey moments.

Once the food was ready, you set the table and then sat down in front of Ji-An, waiting for her to finish her bath. She emerged a while later, her hair damp and her cheeks flushed from the warm water.

Gunpowder, having finished her bubble play, twined around Ji-An’s legs as the child sat at the table. You both sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle hum of the washing machine and the occasional clink of cutlery against plates.

Then, to your surprise, Ji-An was the one to break the silence.

"Today, I waited for Uncle Jin-Man to come and pick me up from school. But he was late, and it started to rain. I decided to walk home instead."

You watched as she continued to sign, her hands moving with a quiet determination. " I was walking in the rain when I saw Uncle Jin-Man's truck. He slowed down, but I didn't want to get in. I was upset with him. So, I continued to walk, even though it was raining hard. Uncle Jin-Man stopped and waited for me to get in, but I didn't."

“I wanted him to come out and apologize, to tell me he was sorry for being late. But he just accelerated and went away. I was so angry, Noona. I wanted him to understand how I felt and how it felt to be forgotten."  

"It's okay, baby. It's okay to feel upset. But remember, your uncle loves you very much. Sometimes, adults make mistakes too."

Shortly after dinner, you decided it was time for Ji-An to learn a new task: cleaning the dishes.

Filling the sink with warm, sudsy water, you showed her how to hold the scrub brush and guided her hand to clean the surface of the plates with gentle but firm strokes. You made sure she understood the importance of removing all leftover bits of food and how to rinse each dish thoroughly under the running water.

"Remember, Ji-An, cleaning is also a part of cooking. Once you're done eating, always make sure to clean up after yourself. It's not just about keeping your area clean, but also about respecting the people who will use the kitchen after you. See, we're not just cleaning up our mess; we're also preparing a clean space for the next person, " you signed, watching as she absorbed your words and continued washing the plates carefully under your watchful eye.

When you were done and completed with the task, you noticed that the sky had completely darkened, the bright hues of the day replaced by the deep blues and blacks of night. You gently dried Ji-An's small, pruney hands with a plush, soft towel and led her towards her bedroom. The room was bathed in the warm, cozy hue from the night lamp sitting on her bedside table, casting playful shadows that danced on the walls.

You tucked her into her bed. The fluffy comforter was pulled up to her chin, and you couldn't help but laugh at the way Gunpowder jumped onto her lap, purring contently.

"Noona," she signed, her eyes wide and luminous in the dim light, reflecting the soft glow of the night lamp. "Can you tell me a bedtime story? "

"Of course, sweetheart. Do you have any particular story in mind?" You asked, settling yourself comfortably at the edge of her bed, your hand gently rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"No, you choose, " she shrugged, her small body snuggling deeper into the warm covers.

You mulled over her request for a moment, your mind flipping through the pages of the countless stories you knew. Finally, one came to your mind. "There's a sad yet beautiful story from my hometown about two squirrels. They were mates—lovers for life and the town's favorite pair of animals. They were seen everywhere together, always chattering away in their own language, their tails intertwined. "

With each word, you painted a vivid picture of their life together. You told her about the female squirrel's illness and the male's devotion and his refusal to leave her side even in search of food.

As you narrated, you noticed Ji-An's eyes welling up with a faraway look. She interrupted you multiple times. "Why didn't the male squirrel eat?" "Why didn't he find another mate? " "Do all squirrels do this? "

You answered each question patiently, explaining the depth of the squirrel's love and the depth of his grief. You told her about how the male squirrel mourned for his mate, returning to their empty nest alone each year.

As you reached the end of the story, you noticed Ji-An's eyes growing heavy. Her questions became fewer and farther between, her chest moving slower until she slept. Still, she was twitching ever so slightly, hands closed and then jerking open in a rhythmic pattern that spoke volumes.

In an attempt to provide some comfort, you laid down next to her, being careful not to jostle her too much. You wrapped your arm around her small form, pulling her closer to your warmth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of yellow and red. The hyena. It was lurking in the corner of the room, its eyes gleaming malevolently in the dim light, eager to haunt you too. You didn't even turn to look at it. It was there, but it wasn't real. You knew it.

"Goodnight, Ji-An," you murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, placing her bunny toy in the place where you'd been seconds before. "Sleep tight, sweetheart," you added, stroking her hair soothingly. "Noona's here. You're safe."

You switched off the night lamp, plunging the room into darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the window.

As you left her room, you closed the door gently behind you, leaving the hyena and the remnants of your past locked away.

Easing back into the worn porch chair, the fabric of Jin-Man's purloined shirt fluttered against your skin in the cool night breeze. A stolen moment of solitude, with nothing but a half-burnt cigarette for company. 

The embers at the tip flickered, casting an eerie glow in the darkness. Drawing the cigarette to your lips, you inhaled, letting the sharp tang of nicotine coil around your senses and momentarily dull your worries. 

Eyes shut, you allowed your thoughts to drift to the intricate web of coding and changes you had to make in Murthehelp.

The only sounds were the distant hum of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves under the night sky's vast expanse. Yet, this tranquility was abruptly shattered by the encroaching sound of hushed footsteps gradually growing louder. Your eyes fluttered open to see Jin-Man standing before you, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on the cigarette nestled between your fingers with a look of distaste as if you had the devil's hands between your lips.

A chuckle escaped you; the sight of Jin-Man, usually so composed, visibly irked by the cigarette, was enough to momentarily diffuse the tension. "Insomnia again?" you asked, flicking the ash off the cigarette with your thumb.

His hardened gaze didn't waver as he retorted, "I was waiting for you to come to bed."

You shrugged nonchalantly. Since your suicide attempt, Jin-Man has taken it upon himself to keep a watchful eye on you. The concept of solitary sleep had become foreign to both of you.

“What's eating at you?" he asked, his gaze softening slightly.

"Why did you abandon Ji-An at school?" 

"I got tied up and lost track of time," he replied, but his excuse fell on deaf ears. You scoffed at his words, well aware of the truth. He hadn't forgotten; he probably thought leaving Ji-An to trek home on her own would toughen her up.

"That's a load of crap, and you know it," you retorted, stomping out the cigarette under your feet. "Do you think making her walk home alone in the rain is going to make her stronger? Is that your grand plan?"

His silence was a response in itself, resonating in the quiet night air louder than any words.

"You are unbelievable, Jin-Man," you muttered. The scent of fresh paint and pine filled the air. It was a far cry from the gunpowder and blood that once filled your memory. But you couldn't help but crave it sometimes, even if it meant pain. Pain meant life; it meant survival. "You keep pushing her away relentlessly, like a stubborn child refusing his vegetables. You're so preoccupied with making her tough and resilient that you forget she's just a child. She needs your love and your understanding. You forget that she can't even communicate normally and that her aphasia is only getting worse! You don't even let me talk with her teacher, and don't pretend I don't know about the bullying she's enduring at school! We're not in Babylon , Jin-Man! We're in a small town where everyone knows everyone else. For heaven's sake, grow up!”

He retorted, his voice sharp as a blade, slicing through the heavy silence. “You should be more concerned with managing your own aphasia and PTSD. Ji-An’s not your responsibility. She's not related to you by blood. Drop this saintly act of playing mom. We're not her parents. This isn't a dollhouse and we're not Ken and Barbie.”

"Act? I kept Ji-An alive after her parents died! I trained her to communicate again! And even though it's hard, I've made her eat properly and taught her how to brush her teeth and do her homework again! I've been here for her every step of the way! You just... sit in your office or hide in your room!"

His jaw clenched tightly before he spoke again. "You think that's all it takes? Just feeding her and teaching her sign language?" He spat out angrily. The tip of his tongue traced his bottom lip as he continued speaking harshly, "It's not enough! She needs discipline! She needs structure!"

You shook your head violently. "She has enough structure! She needs us, Jin-Man! She needs our support, our guidance. She doesn't need a soldier; she needs a parent!" 

His face tightened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. 

"Are you that afraid to care for someone, that afraid to love again? Are you hiding behind your uniform, your duties because you're too scared to face your own feelings?"

"Don't play with fire. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I do! And do you think Jin-Suk would like to see his daughter being trained as a warrior rather than growing up as a normal girl?" you challenged, your voice echoing with the strength of your belief.

The mention of his brother struck a nerve. A flash of anger crossed his stony features, and before you knew it, he was charging at you like a wild animal. 

Suddenly, Jin-Man's hands shot out, pushing you roughly against the wall. Your back slammed into the gnarled wooden planks, the splintered texture scratching against your skin. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through your spine, causing you to gasp as the wind was knocked out of your lungs.

"Why are you doing this, Jin-Man?" 

In response, his large, calloused hands wrapped around your throat in a vice-like grip, cutting off your airway. His fingers pressed against the delicate skin of your neck, the strength in his hands threatening to crush your windpipe. It felt like you were sinking into an abyss, the darkness of his rage engulfing you, making it impossible to breathe.

You clawed at his hands, desperate to pry them off. But his grip was unyielding; his hands felt like iron bands around your neck, tightening with every second that passed. As you gasped for breath, your vision started to spin, the edges blurring as black spots danced in front of your eyes. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, screaming for air.

Panic surged within you, a tidal wave that threatened to consume you. Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity as you struggled to draw breath.

Finally, his grip loosened just slightly, allowing a sliver of oxygen to rush into your lungs. You gasped; the taste of air was like ambrosia—sweet and life-giving. Coughs racked your body as you struggled to regain control over your breathing, your throat raw and your chest heaving. The salty tang of tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision.

But you refused to back down, to give in to the fear. You locked eyes with him, defiance burning in your gaze. "Go ahead, Jin-Man, continue," you spat out, your voice raspy from the assault. "Kill me. But know this: my death won't change the truth.”

“Jesus, you're so weak, girl.”

A chuckle found its way through your bruised vocal chords. “Yeah? Wanna see who's weak then?”

Summoning every iota of your willpower, you retaliated against his suffocating hold. Your fingers clawed at his wrist, nails digging into his skin as you strained against his formidable strength. 

After a fierce and desperate struggle, your adrenaline-fueled power seemed to catch him off guard. With a sudden explosive kick, you managed to wrench yourself free, pushing him violently away from you.

Caught off balance, Jin-Man stumbled backwards. His feet skidded across the wooden floorboards, and his body crashed into the pot of vibrant lilies you had carefully chosen from the local market to adorn the porch. The pot shattered on impact, fragments of terracotta scattering across the floor, intermingling with the uprooted flowers and loose soil.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The only sounds were the soft rustling of the brutalized lilies and the quiet patter of dirt falling onto the floor. But inside? Inside of you, the hyenas laughter echoed through your mind, mocking you for getting what you deserved—too used to chaos and violence.

The sight of the destruction seemed to snap Jin-Man out of his rage-induced stupor, his furious gaze softening as he took in the aftermath of your altercation.

"I'm done," you said, breaking the silence. "I'm done with this, Jin-Man. I'm done with your anger, your stubbornness, and your refusal to let anyone in. I'm done with the constant battles, the endless wars. I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving."

“Y/N…” He trailed off as he grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you around to face him. Your bodies were just inches apart now, his breath hot on your cheek as he pleaded silently.

“Don’t. Just shut your mouth and let me go. I'm not your Barbie, right?” Each word was punctuated by the bitter taste of blood as you absentmindedly touched your raw throat.

“You can't sleep alone.”

“I'll manage.”

“You can't remember when you last ate.”

"I'll set a reminder.”

"You can't drive without crying."

"I'll get a taxi."

"Ji-An needs you."

I need you.

"She needs you more."

"And you, Jin-Man," you added, the sting of your words sobering the air. "You need to realize that before it's too late."

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April 3:

"Are you serious? Did I actually have to buy another chip to send you messages? You know, the store owner looked at me like I was crazy."

1 missed call from Ahjusshi

April 5:

"Ji-An keeps asking for you. She asked me to tell her the story about the couple of squirrels. You know, the one about their endless love and devotion."

2 missed calls from Jeong

April 7:

"Pasin showed me the link to the site. It's pretty quick and easy to access. Even an old man like me can make requests for guns, right? Technology these days, eh?"

April 11:

"She asked me to put on Casablanca. It's one of your favorites, right? I remember Honda telling me that you're addicted to Hollywood classics.”

“Gunpowder keeps sleeping on your side of the bed. I hate it.”

3 missed calls from Jeong Jin-Man, son of a bitch

April 22:

"I have a mission for you. It's critical and requires your skills."

"Can you come home so that we can discuss the details? There's something about it I can't trust in a message."

8 missed calls from the son of a bitch

“I guess I will ask So Min-Hye to replace you then. I know you wouldn't want that."

May 7:

“Ji-An's teacher told me that you visited her today. Did you really make two boys eat dirt by grabbing her money?”

“I could've helped.”

May 9:

“Went to the market today and heard Kyung Soo say that you're a good kisser. I had to stop myself from laughing."

“I heard from the locals that he went to the hospital after being knocked out. Strange, right? Or should I say, expected?"

May 16:

"Gunpowder brought a dead bird into the house. I think she's trying to replace you as the hunter of the family."

May 21:

"I saw a girl at the market wearing a dress you would like. It had sunflowers all over it. Made me think of you."

"She was about your age, too. For a moment, I thought it was you ."

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As Jin-Man speeds in the direction of Ji-An's school, his heart pounds against his ribs like a war drum. His knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his forehead slick with beads of sweat. He curses himself silently, berating his own negligence.

How could he have not noticed that Ji-An hadn't come home?

The typical view of the small city blurs past him, the houses and trees merging into a hasty collage of colors under the evening gloom. The town's bakery, the park where the children play, and the old library all blur into indistinguishable shadows. But he barely registers any of it. His mind is filled with vivid images of you screaming at him for this oversight.

He imagines your small fists beating at his chest, your eyes—those captivating eyes that he secretly admired—flaring with anger and worry. 

“How could you forget her again , Jin-Man? She's just a child!"

The guilt, like a ravenous beast, gnaws at him, driving him to press the pedal harder. The old engine protests, its roar echoing through the tranquil evening. 

Suddenly, he remembers his phone.

Snatching it from the passenger seat, he dials your number hastily. The line rings once, twice, thrice, but there's no answer. He fumbles to leave a voicemail, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks into the device. "Hey, I… messed up. Ji-An... I… Just call me back.”

The voicemail ends with a beep, leaving Jin-Man alone with his thoughts and the eerie silence of the empty road. He tosses the phone onto the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving the road.

Nearing the school, his eyes flicked to the digital clock on the dashboard—it read 19:00, the hour when the last echoes of childhood laughter usually fade away. But now, the school grounds were eerily silent and deserted, a stark contrast to the daytime symphony of playful shouts and laughter. The playground, usually a vibrant hub of activity, was painted with somber shades, the swings swaying lightly in the breeze, their squeaky chains the only sound piercing the silence.

As he swung into the school's parking lot, a small figure suddenly sprang from the shadows, frantically waving his arms. 

A boy was shouting, his voice hoarse and strained, as he pointed towards the grimy basement door at the rear of the school building. "She's locked there!"

Without a second thought, Jin-Man abandons his car, leaving the engine running as he sprints towards the basement door. The door is locked, but within, he can hear Ji-An's voice, her pleas echoing through the desolate night. 

"Jeong Jin-Man! Jeong Jin-Man! Jeong Jin-Man!" she is calling, her voice scratchy and strained, likely from the first use of her vocal cords in months.

Frantically, he scans his surroundings. His eyes land on a fire safety box nearby. Inside, he spots a hammer. 

With no time to spare, he smashes the box, glass shards raining onto the worn-out asphalt. He grabs the hammer, using it to break the rusted chains and unlock the door. 

In a final heave, he throws the door open, revealing Ji-An inside. Her cheeks were flushed red from crying and her eyes were brimming with a mix of relief and fear.

She doesn't waste any time rushing at him, her small fists pounding against his chest. He doesn't move; he doesn't try to stop her. She's screaming at him, her words punctuated by her furious hits: "Why did you take so long? You promised you were coming back soon! Why did you arrive so late? Why did you let her go? Why did you let Noona go? Why? Why?"

He could only look at her, absorbing her words and feeling each syllable like a physical blow. Her pain, her anger, and her confusion were all directed at him. 

Then he did the only thing he could think of—the only thing he thought you would have done in this situation. 

He pulled her into a tight, protective hug.

For minutes, he doesn't say a word until he grabs her, holding her close.

Turning to the boy, he nods, "I'll give you a ride home."

The journey to the kid’s home was silent, save for the muted hum of the car's engine and the occasional rustle of cloth against leather. 

Ji-An was huddled against the passenger seat, her body trembling slightly. Noticing this, he pulled off his jacket, wrapping it around her small frame in the same way he did for you.

After dropping the boy off and Ji-An finally falling asleep, he drives aimlessly. The city lights flicker past in a hazy blur, their glow casting fleeting shadows on his face. He thinks of you—your laughter, your anger, and your determination. It's strange, he thinks, how the absence of someone can fill a room, a house, or a life.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sudden ringing of his phone.

Glancing at the screen, he sees your name flashing. He hesitates, his thumb hovering over the decline button. 

But then he remembers how things used to be and how it felt to hear your voice without the weight of regret and guilt. He misses when your name didn't make his chest ache, when it was just a name he heard now and then but held no significance to him.

He yearns for the days when he didn't know you, when his eyes didn't instinctively scan every room he entered in hopes of finding you there. He misses the sight of you standing among strangers, wearing that ridiculous skirt he used to tease you about but now finds himself missing.

He finds himself longing for the mundane details. How you'd take off your shoes at the front door, placing your keys with care in the small glass bowl on the corner of the kitchen counter. How you'd drape your coat over the back of a dining room chair, your socks left at the foot of the bed next to the sleeping cat.

He misses holding back your hair as you succumb to the side effects of your PTSD pills, your body rejecting the chemicals meant to help you cope. He yearns for the times when you would climb under the white blankets with him, forcefully opening his arms to encase you between them.

He misses how you would place your legs on top of his and let your hands wander to his waist and chest. He misses hearing you say, "I missed you," telling him about your day as you would slowly drift off to sleep. And he longs for the times he would secretly kiss your cheek softly before he inevitably had to leave you for work.

He misses when you were simply strangers—not two people who act like strangers in public but once knew each other better than they ever knew themselves. He misses the simplicity of those days and the innocence of not knowing what it felt like to lose you.

Because, in the end, when the lights are off and his eyes flutter shut, the back of his mind always whispers your name, calling out to you like you are the only place he was ever meant to call home .

When he finally decided to answer the call, he placed the phone on the dashboard, the worn leather creaking under the weight. He switched to speaker mode, the familiar chime filling the small space of the car. 

"Hello?"

Tinny and distant over the phone speaker, you responded almost immediately. "You left a voicemail. What happened?" In the background, he could hear the faint, unmistakable sound of a lighter flicking open and the soft hiss of a cigarette being lit.

"Your voice sounds rough," he commented, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a touch of humor. "How many days have you been communicating only with sign language?"

"Shut up, motherfucker. What about Ji-An?”

"I…" he started, faltering. The words he needed to say were stuck in his throat, like a bitter pill he couldn't swallow.

“Look, Ji-Man. I have nothing to do with you anymore. I’m calling you back because you sounded like a wounded little bitch and you said her name. Drop the show and spit it out.”

“I failed again, okay?" The confession spilled out of him, the words tasting like defeat. But he couldn't stop there; he had to finish what he started. "But, look, Ji-An spoke.”

He could almost hear your sharp intake of breath and the sound of the cigarette being hastily put out in the background. There was a long, drawn-out silence, the kind of silence that spoke volumes. He could imagine your surprise—the way your eyes would widen slightly, the lit cigarette forgotten in your hand. But when you finally spoke, your voice was quiet, filled with a strange mix of relief and trepidation.

"She spoke?"

"Yes. She called out to me. She used her voice, and she spoke."

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that everything is okay between us," he continued, his voice gruff, "But I'm also not going to pretend that we don't have a shared past. One that involves a little girl who misses you."

"You're such a bastard. You know how to manipulate me using her," you snapped, the sound of a chair creaking in the background signaling your agitation.

"Maybe, but it doesn't change the fact that Ji-An misses you. And you miss her too, don't you?"

A silence followed his words—not an uncomfortable one, but a silence filled with unspoken words and a shared history. And then you sighed, a deep, heavy sigh that echoed with the weight of your unspoken thoughts.

"I do miss her. But you, Jeong Jin-Man, are a pain in my ass.”

He couldn't help but chuckle at your words. "I've been told that before."

"I'm sure you have."

Another silence filled the line, comfortable yet heavy with years of shared experiences.

"By the way," he added, his voice softer now, "the key is still under the cat statue you put by the front door. You can drop by anytime."

"I'll think about it. But don't expect me to come running back, Jin-Man. We're not the same people we used to be."

"I know. But we're still us, aren't we?"

"We're something ," you admitted, a sigh slipping past your lips. "But I don't know what that is anymore."

"Neither do I. But maybe we can figure it out together, old lady."

"Old lady?" you scoffed, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Coming from a man who's 10 years older than me."

"Years are still years," he teased, a smile playing on his lips. "But whatever we are, Y/N, whatever we become, you're still… something to me. And so is Ji-An. Remember that."

"I will. I will, Ahjusshi."

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prompt: #27 “This is girl talk, so leave.”

summary: Jin-Man getting jealous over little Ji-An because Y/N gives her full attention to Ji-An

pairing: Jeong Jin-Man x Reader

warnings: a little suggestive but its more just cute

word count: 576

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Jin-Man was worried when he introduced Y/N to Ji-An because he didn’t want Ji-An to feel uncomfortable but frankly he wasn’t prepared for just how much Ji-An would like his partner. At first Ji-An would not talk to Jin-Man or even be near him but she would always exist next to Y/N if she was around. By the time Ji-An actually spoke to anyone you would always hear her little voice yapping away telling Y/N whatever story she could think of.

Jin-Man didn’t mind until Ji-An started to talk to Y/N in private more. He didn’t want to seem like a clingy partner but from the moment Ji-An was home from school she would have Y/N behind a closed door telling her all the secrets she’s heard that day. It was strictly something he was not allowed to join. What a time in his life that he is jealous of a literal child, his niece no less. He just laughs to himself at the thought as he walks up the hallway towards his bedroom door.

He opened the door to find Ji-An and Y/N sat crossed legged on the bed with some quiet music in the background. Y/N was facing the door as she normally does whatever room she’s in, so the minute the door opened her face broke out into a smile. Little Ji-An moved her whole body so she could see and faced her uncle with a stern face and crossed arms.

“This is girl talk, so leave.” Ji-An huffed out with far too much authority for such a little girl. Jin-Man and Y/N both let out a small laugh at her reaction. Jin-Man just walked further into the room.

“You know Y/N is my girlfriend right? You can’t have her 24/7.” He said getting down to Ji-An’s eyeline. All she did in retaliation was stick her tongue out in the direction of her uncle. Y/N just let out another laugh and couldn’t believe that they were having a little battle over her.

“You have her while I’m in school.” Ji-An huffs again making sure to cross her arms again this time with more force to let her uncle know she was really serious. At this point Jin-Man took his index finger and placed it against Ji-An’s forehead and pushed her small frame back lightly having her fall backwards into the bed. At this point Y/N stood up to walk towards the door.

“Okay you two no more fighting I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N put her arm over Jin-Man’s shoulders and he stood up at the feel of her touch letting her lean into him slightly. She placed her arm on his lower back and started moving back towards the bedroom door leading Jin-Man out of the room. They finally made it out into the hallway and Y/N closed the door behind her masking their conversation, “She goes to bed in 2 hours, surely you won’t die waiting?”

“Y’know what this time I might.” Jin-Man decided to be as serious as he could be but the smile on her face nearly broke the whole joke facade.

“Well that’s unfortunate if you die, I’m all alone at night…” She let her sentence trail off as she let her hand fall down from his shoulders to his hands slowly, leaving him covered in goosebumps as the door in front of him closed once again leaving the girls alone. 2 hours couldnt be so hard, could it?

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Were You Just... - Lee Dong Wook / Ryu Soo-Yeol

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Prompts: “Were you just masturbating?”

Warnings: Smut, pet/nicknames, nudism, mention of masturbating, explicit language, breast stimulation, nipple stimulation, handjob, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), somewhat messy sex, aftercare.

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Soo-Yeol makes his way towards the front door, tiredness filling his body. He was ready to take a brief shower before getting into bed with you and cuddling away all the stress from the day. He unlocks the front door and steps inside before shutting the door behind him and dropping his keys onto the table in the hallway.

“Baby?” He calls out, quickly picking up the absence of your presence to greet him. He removes his shoes and makes his way towards the bedroom. “Baby?” The bedroom door was slightly adjured, and he could hear shuffling coming from inside, he pushed the door open. “Baby?” You look up at him, and he quickly notes your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you are pulling at your pants, his eyes move to the bed, and he can see the comforter is messy, and lastly, his eyes move towards your pair of discarded panties and bra laying next to the bed.

“Ryu Soo-Yeol,” You breathe out. He quickly hears that you were trying to catch your breath but trying to hide it, the tiredness that once occupied his body completely leaves him. “Welcome home, baby,” You smile at him as you try your best to compose yourself, only one thought goes through his mind.

“Were you just masturbating?” He bluntly asks. You choke on air at his question and splutter as your mind is suddenly thrown into a mess, you basically could have been caught red-handed at this point. He licks his lips before stepping closer to you, you push your thighs together as you feel your clit twitch. “You couldn’t wait until I was home?”

“I, Soo-Yeol…” You manage to get out before your words die down in your throat as you completely forget what you want to say. He stops in front of you and lifts his hand and places a finger underneath your chin before moving his thumb to your lips, feeling how swollen they were from the amount of times you’ve licked them and bitten down on your lower lip.

“Tssk, shame on you,” He lowly says. Your legs want to give at the sound of his tone. “I was going to shower, but now…” His eyes lower to your lips, and you feel his other hand touch your clothed hip. “Now, I think I should help you out, it doesn’t seem like you finished, did you?” His fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt, bunching it up in his hands, before you feel his knuckles make contact with your hot skin.

“No…” You whisper and swallow. The air was quickly growing thicker, and you could feel sweat quickly growing on your already hot skin, he stretched his fingers, and they slid past the waistband of your pants before you feel his hand slowly sliding lower and his fingers edging closer to your dripping wet pussy, your toes curl against the floor in anticipation.

“Naughty little thing,” He mutters as his fingers reach your folds, they’re instantly coated with your juices that have been spread over your pussy lips. “You’re making such a mess inside your pants,” He slides his fingers back and forth over your folds, collecting more of your juices onto his fingers. “Let’s get rid of them again,” He pulls his hand away from your chin and moves it down to the hem of your shirt before he pulls his other hand from your pants and grips your shirt before pulling it upwards, you lift your arms, letting him remove your shirt. “Much better,” He drops your shirt to the floor and leans closer to you, and places his hands on top of your ribcage, making you feel the warmth of his hands on your skin, you lift your hands and slowly begin working on the buttons of his shirt.

His lips make contact with your skin on the crook of your neck before he slowly slides his hands upwards until he’s firmly cupping your breasts, you could feel your pussy twitch as you feel his finger rubbing circles over your nipple, making you aware of how sensitive your body currently was to touch, your breathing begins deepening more as you reach the final button on his shirt.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out as your lids flutter and your mind slowly spins. You place your hands on his hips, feeling the defined v-line underneath your touch before slowly sliding your hands upwards, feeling the soft ridges of his abs as you slide your hands higher. “Ohh, gosh…” You tilt your head backwards and shut your eyes, you can feel him creating a mark on your skin, and it causes an excitement to go through your body, your pants were going to be so ruined once he finally took them off. You lift your head and lean closer to him while sliding your hands higher until you reach his shoulders, you rub and squeeze them as you push the shirt down from his shoulders, causing the fabric to fall to his elbows before it is stopped from falling any further down. Your nose touches his chest, and you tilt your head slightly to press your lips against his nipple.

“Baby…” He sighs as he pulls away from your neck, he drops one hand from your breast and moves it to your hip, softly digging his fingers into your skin, you part your lips causing the warmth of your breath to blow against him. “Hmmm…” You flick your tongue over his nipple, and you hear him inhaling sharply, you can’t help but smile at the thought of being the cause of making him feel hot and bothered. You slide your tongue along his nipple again, this time slower, you feel his hand squeezing your boob a little harder before the grip loosens, and he takes the bud between his fingers and slowly rolls it. “Feels… so good.”

“Hmm,” You hum in response. You squeeze his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense for a moment before they relax underneath your hold, you wrap your lips around his nipple and start sucking on it, you slide one hand down to his chest and slowly rub your index finger over his other nipple. His cock twitches as it slowly begins growing hard, the temperature in the room was quickly growing thick and hot, and he could feel his skin growing clammy as sweat starts to build up, you tug on his nipple and to him, it almost feels like you had just tugged on his balls, he lets out a low groan before taking in a deep breath.

“Bed…” He mutters. “I need you on the bed,” He releases your nipple and drops his hand down to your hips, you tug on his nipple again before releasing it and lifting your head to look up at him. He turns you towards the bed before making you take a step back and guides you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed, you instantly sit down, pulling your hands away from his warm skin as you do. His hands release your hips, and you watch as his button-up shirt tumbles to the floor, you can’t help but bite your lip as you let your eyes roam over his torso, taking in everything that is him, he places his hand underneath your chin and slowly raises your head to have you look up at him, you release your lip and swallow before you lift your hands and take hold of his pants and slowly undoes the button before undoing the zipper, you gently tug on the fabric, and it falls down his legs until the fabric pools around his ankles, and he steps out from them before using his foot to kick it aside and out of the way. You lower your gaze to his crotch and see the outline of his cock as it was growing harder and forming a tent in his underwear, you place your hand on top of it and rub your hand up and down slowly. “Shit…” You could feel your juices leaking from you and soaking your pants even further, you slide your hand between his legs and cup his balls through his underwear.

“Feels nice?” You ask and squeeze his balls and watch as he swallows. He pulls his hand away from your chin and leans down, you slowly massage his balls and pick up that his breathing has become heavier, he places his hands on your hips, and before you could fully process what was happening, he slides you higher on the bed before his fingers curl into the fabric of your pants, you release his balls and fall backwards on the mattress as he harshly tugs on your pants, pulling them over your ass and down your legs before tossing them aside once they were fully removed. “Oh,” He places his hands on top of your thighs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows and lift your head to look at him, he lowers down to his knees in front of the bed and slides his hands along your thighs, up towards the crease of your hips, he lowers his head to your legs and places a kiss on the inside of your knee while he slowly rubs small skins on your skin with his thumbs.

“Lift your feet,” He says. You do as he says and bend your legs before placing your feet on top of the mattress, a squelching sound goes through the air as your folds separate, cool air blows against your warm soaked pussy, and you hear a groan come from him. “You’re practically dripping,” He pulls his hands away from your hips and moments later you feel them grip the side of your thighs. “It’s even started covering your thighs,” You feel your insides flip and twist as he slides his hands to the back of your thighs, smearing your juices over your skin. “Fuck…” He pushes one of your legs against you, spreading your folds even further, it felt like your pussy was throbbing, and you needed him to touch it, right now, he releases your other thigh and as if he had read your mind, you feel his fingers touch your folds and slowly trace along them.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out and lower onto the bed, your eyes close as you feel his fingers slide along your folds, collecting your juices onto his fingers as he does. “I want more…” You open your eyes. “My fingers don’t feel the same as yours, they can’t do what yours does…”

“You want them inside you?” He asks. “You want them to stretch and fill you?” You turn your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

“Fuck, Soo-Yeol…” You whine, his filthy words having such an effect on you, that you can feel his hair tickling the inside of your knees as his fingers continue to slide up and down. “Yes, y-yes, I do…” You lift your head to look at him. “I do…” He turns his head and kisses the inside of your knee and at the same time he slides his fingers past your folds, fully submerging them in the slickness of your pussy, you drop your head back on the bed as your lips part, and you loudly breathe in and out.

“How sensitive do you think you are?” He asks against your skin, every little thing he did was a turn-on with how sensitive your body was, and he knew it all too well, your breathing was already heavy, and your skin already had droplets of sweat building onto it, his fingers edge closer to your bundle of nerves which was making you suck in your stomach in anticipation.

“Soo-Yeeeooollll,” You whine as his fingers make contact with your clit, he chuckles against your skin and moves his head along your thigh, pausing once he was at your mid-thigh, he slowly circles his fingers over your clit which makes you lift your hips off the bed, trying to get more friction from him, you could feel the duvet sticking to your back from the amount of sweat on your skin. “Goshhh, Soo-Yeol…” You turn your head to the side and slide your hands along the duvet before gripping onto it, you could hear your juices squelching loudly as they were moving around.

“Do you hear that, sweetheart?” He asks. He slides his fingers away from your clit, and you slowly lower your hips back onto the bed, but your legs stay tensed as his fingers get closer to your dripping hole. “So filthy of you,” He shifts his hips as he feels his cock push against the bed where he knelt, you turn your head and lift it to look at him, his dark eyes stare at you from between your legs, and you could see the hunger, the need, swirling in them, his fingers reach your entrance, and you feel two digits sliding inside you. “Fuck, they just slide right in,” You feel your walls lightly stretch around his fingers. “Bet I could just slide right in, don’t you think so?” You groan at his filthy words and let your head drop back onto the mattress, you reach down with one hand and reach for his hair, you run your fingers through his hair before curling them into his locks.

“Fuck I-I do…” You manage to say. He turns his fingers inside you before slowly pulling them out until just the tips remain inside you, your back briefly arch as you feel his thumb make contact with your clit. “Soo-Yeol,” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you said his name. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut, his fingers slide back inside you and at the same time his thumb rubs your clit, you can feel your insides forming into a knot as your high begin building, and you knew you were going to come undone fast with how close you got just before Soo-Yoel got home, to say you were frustrated that you had been interrupted was an understatement, but right now as you felt a fire going through your veins as he touches you, you couldn’t care about being interrupted earlier, not with how your mind was spinning right now. His fingers pump in and out of you while his thumb rubs your clit, specs of dust were starting to form behind your lids, and you could feel a hot tingling sensation quickly making its way along your legs.

“Soo-Yeol… Soo-Yeol…” You turn your head from side to side as you feel pleasure slowly starting to take over, you feel his lips move against your thigh, but you’re not completely sure what he’s doing, the sound of your heart hammering in your chest is loud in your ears, his fingers slide out of you, and you feel a third digit entering you, stretching your walls more around his fingers, your toes curl into the duvet and your body tenses as the knot inside you tightens, he turns and curls his fingers inside you which causes the knot inside you to come undone and stars to burst behind your eyelids making your body feel light. “Soo-Yeol!” You pull at the duvet as your high crashes into you, your body shakes in ecstasy as the orgasm you tried to give yourself finally goes through you, and fuck, it felt so good, you couldn’t hear a sound as you were going through your high, like the world had disappeared into nothingness for those few moments. “Soo-Yeol!” But Soo-Yeol could hear your cries for him and loved every moment of it, knowing you were crying out in pleasure for him, because of him, his fingers skilfully moved in and out of you while his thumb continued to stimulate your clit, getting you through your high.

The sight of you coming undone was something that had his mind spinning, you were so vulnerable in front of him, and he loved it. The stars behind your lids were slowly fading away, and your body slowly grows calmer as your high subsides, his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, making sure to get you through the final few aftershocks of your high, you open your eyes and blink several times to get used to the light before lifting your head to look at him, it feels like a shock wave to your insides as he pulls his fingers from you, he presses them against you and slides them along your pussy before pressing them against your bundle of nerves, you swallow as you catch sight of the mark, or a few marks that have been left behind on your inner thigh.

Fuck, was that what he was doing?

He slowly and gently lowers your leg that he had pushed up against you down to the mattress and shifts slightly, he could feel his cock pressing against the bed, fully hard now, he pulls his hand away from your pussy and presses his hands into the mattress and lifts himself from the ground, he slides his hands along the mattress as he moves to hover over you, his eyes were dark and hungry, lust clouded them and strands of hair loosely hanged in front of them, you could feel your pussy twitch at the sight of him above you, he was enough to make you fully lose your mind, you tug on his hair that you were still gripping onto and pull him down, crashing your lips against his in a hot messy kiss, he presses his hips against yours, and you could feel his cock push up against your folds through the fabric of his underwear and rub between your folds.

“Hmm, hmm,” You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss which allowed him to slip his tongue inside your mouth and explore almost every inch of it before settling his tongue against yours, he grinds his hips against yours, rubbing himself against you and feeling your juices quickly seep through the fabric and surround his cock.

“Hmm, hmm,” He moans into your mouth as you suck on his tongue. The friction on his cock was making his breathing heavier and his mind was starting to go into overdrive with the warm wet feeling around his cock. “Hmm,” He pulls back from the kiss, causing silver strings of saliva to break off and stick to your lips and chin. “Fuck, I’m going to cum like this before I even get a chance to be inside you,” He pushes himself from the bed, and you release his hair as he does, you hear some rustling as he pushes his underwear down, and you suck in a deep breath before pushing yourself to sit upright, you quickly find yourself almost face first against his crotch with how close he was.

“Oh,” You breathe out but quickly regain your composure and reach up and wrap your hand around the tip of his cock, he inhales sharply as he feels the warmth of your hand engulf him, the tip glistened with his pre-cum as it slowly leaks from him while the length of his cock was moist with your juices, you slide your thumb over his slit, collecting his pre-cum onto your finger before circling the tip with it.

“Fuck, honey…” He whispers. You slide your hand along his length, leaving a trail of his pre-cum along his cock as you do, you part your lips and exhale, letting your breath hit his cock, which causes his muscles to pull at the sensation that went through him, you twist and turn your hand around his cock before sliding it back to the tip. “You’re being such a tease,” He mutters and reaches for the back of your head and holds onto it, you collect more of his pre-cum and coat the tip of his cock with his juices. “Why don’t you use some of yours, you have enough that’s making a mess on our bed,” You lick your lips as you feel your juices move between your asscheeks before it soaks into the duvet and mattress beneath you.

“If you insist,” You say and release his cock. He lets out a groan at the loss of warmth from your hand but watches as you slide three fingers between your folds, collecting your juices onto them, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he breathes in heavily, you lift your hand into his sight before you wrap your fingers around him, causing a squelching sound to go through the air as your juices are squished against his cock.

“Fuuck,” He couldn’t help but groan. You spread your juices along his length causing squelching sounds to fill the room as you slide your hand up and down along his cock, his grip on the back of your head tightens as you’re giving attention o his cock, you lift your other hand and watch as his body tense as you cup his balls. “Shit…” Your fingers slowly knead into them, adding to the feeling and sensation already going through his body and mind, his lids flutter as he tries to keep himself grounded long enough to feel everything you’re doing to him.

“You look so hot when I’m touching you,” You couldn’t help but say, a layer of sweat coated his skin and his hair was starting to stick to his skin and forehead. “It must feel so good,” He lowers his head to look at you and licks his lips.

“It does…” He trails off for a moment. “I want to feel how your pussy feels around me,” Your hand falters for a moment, and he quickly picks up on it. “Lay back for me, baby,” He releases the back of your head, you lick your lips and slowly release his cock and balls before you lay back on the bed.

“Should I move?” You softly ask as you stare up at him.

“No, no, just lift your feet for me,” He instructs. You lift your feet and place his hands on top of your legs and slide them along your legs. “Perfect,” His hands reach your hips, and you feel his grip on them, almost out of instinct you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your ankles behind him, he lifts your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed until his cock was nestled between your folds, your upper back was against the bed while your lower back was raised in the air as he held your hips. “Fuck, you’re just so pretty like this for me,” He slides one hand onto your ass and digs his fingers into the soft flesh before he moves his other hand to his cock, he wraps his hand around it and slides it along your pussy until the tip reaches your entrance, and he pushes himself inside you, he releases his cock and moves his hand back to your hip to keep your lower body lifted, a sloshing sound goes through the air as his cock slides inside you, stretching your walls and filling you.

“Ohh, fucking, Soo-Yeol… shit, ohh, my gosh,” You moan as you feel him filling you so deliciously, just like you had imagined earlier when you were touching yourself. You stare up at him as you’re breathing in deeply, and you swore you could see a slight bump pushing through from your abdomen, he pauses once he was fully buried inside you and takes a moment to feel your warm walls squeezing around his cock, which was making his mind spin.

“Fuck, it always feels so good,” He says. He slowly pulls his hips back before rolling them forward, his cock sliding in and out of you as he picks up the rhythm. “Fucking hell…” He drops his head back as he takes a minute to take in the sensation and emotions going through his entire being, your eyes move between his neck as he swallows and moans loudly and your lower body, unsure if you were really seeing his cock pushing against your abdomen. “So… fucking… good,” You could feel your insides pulling into a knot as your high began building again, you dig your heels into his lower back as a tingling sensation begins moving from the tips of your toes and up your legs.

“Soo-Yeol!” You cry out and grip the duvet, twisting it between your fingers and tugging on it, he lifts his head and looks at you, watching your body squirm with pleasure, the sound of your wetness moving fills the room along with the sounds of yours and his moans that bounced off the walls. “Ohh, my fucking… Soo-Yeol!” You could hear your heart drumming inside your ears as you were getting closer to a release, you were still so sensitive, and your body was reacting to everything you were feeling, and he was doing, your entire body felt like it was on fire, especially the back your legs as you were holding onto his waist for dear life with them, you push your head against the mattress as you feel your insides tightening.

“Fuck, fuck,” Your legs were shaking from tiredness, and you shut your eyes as you force yourself to keep your grip around his waist, specs of dust starts to form behind them only for him to stop all his movements. Your eyes fly wide as you feel your high dying out, you lift your head to look at him as you breathe in and out rapidly. “No, no, noooo, why’d you stooopp?” Your words sounded rushed, and the desperation was clear in them, his hands slide along your sides as he leans over you, he moves his hands underneath your upper back before pulling you up against him, you pull at the duvet before releasing it as he stands upright causing his cock to shift inside you. “Soo-Yeeeoolll!”

“Let me move, let’s change positions quickly,” He says. His chin was against your shoulder and his low voice was right next to your ear, your walls clench around his cock, earning a grunt from him as he turns around, he sits down on the bed, and you unwrap your legs from around him and position your knees on the mattress before he lays down, pulling you down with him as he lays back. “Ride me,” He slides one hand from your upper back to the back of your head, caressing it as he says those words. “Ride me, honey,” You press your hands against the mattress next to his head before slowly rolling your hips against him, getting used to the new angle he was hitting inside you, you could feel your clit rubbing against his pubic bone as you rolled your hips against him.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out. Your mind felt dizzy from the pleasure coursing through your body, and you weren’t sure if you could keep up your pace if you fully started riding him, his other hand slid down your spine, and the tips of his fingers felt feather-like against your skin as he moves his hand lower until it reaches the small of your back.

“Show me how desperate you are for me,” He says. “Or were you not that desperate when you touched yourself?” You swallow and slowly push yourself upwards until you were sitting upright, his cock shifts inside you again, and it felt like you can come undone right then and there, his hand falls away from the back of your head, and he places it on top of your thigh. “Go ahead, don’t hold back,” You lift your hands from the mattress and move them to his chest, you gently press down against it which causes your arms to push your breasts together as you do, his eyes drop to your chest for a moment before they fall to where you were both connected to each other, you lift your hips, letting his cock slide out until just the tip remains inside you, he swallows as he watches his cock glisten with your juices. “Fuck…” You lower your hips and his cock fills you to the brim, which causes his lids to flutter at the feeling. “Honey… fuck, that feels so good,” You pick up the pace and the sound of your juices quickly fills the room along with your breathy moans and his low grunts and groans.

“Soo-Yeol… oh gosh, oh my gosh…” You moan as your toes curl, and you feel the sensation of your high returning and growing inside you.

“Just like that, fuck you’re doing so good, fuck,” He groans out. His hand on your thigh squeezes down on it before he slides his hand up and down. “Fuck, you really were so desperate for me,” Your lips part as you begin breathing through your mouth, your legs burned even more from the movement, but you tried to ignore it as you were getting closer to your release. “Are you close? Do you need some extra help?” His hand slides higher up your thigh and within moments you feel his fingers sliding along your folds, so damn close to your clit, you rapidly nod your head, hoping he would take it as your answer. “Use your words,” But of course he doesn’t, you could barely form a sentence in your own mind, how were you going to verbally form one for him.

“I… I…. Y-yes,” You stutter out. “Y-yes, yes,” He hums at your response before sliding his fingers closer to your clit, your back arches as the pads of his fingers make contact with the bundle of nerves, and you feel your insides tightening more. “Soo-Yeol!” You cry out as you try and move yourself faster on top of him, trying to get yourself to the edge as quickly as possible with how good everything felt, your emotions felt heightened, and your body felt extra sensitive, every single touch was adding to the pleasure. “Soo-Yeol, Soo-Yeol!” Your legs burned as you continue to move on top of him, and you were getting closer and closer as he continues to rub your clit, your eyes shut, and a hot tingling sensation goes along your spine, you feel him take your clit between his fingers and roll the nub between them and within moments stars explode behind your lids, and it feels like you’re floating as your high crashes down onto you. “Soo-Yeol!” You try to keep your pace going, but you know you are slowing down as your high courses through you, his hand on the small of your back slides to your hip and starts guiding you over him, helping you move and guide you through your high.

“Keep going, baby, keep it up,” He says. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as his high was starting to build. “You look so pretty when you’re making a mess around me,” You dig your fingers into his chest as if you were trying to grab onto the ecstasy feeling going through you, you were leaving red streak marks behind on his skin as your high was starting to fade away, you were breathing hard, and you were growing tired, but you knew he still hadn’t reached his peak, and you wanted to him to fill you with his load until it dripped from you.

“Soo-Yeol… I… I’m, my legs…” Those were the only words you managed to get out, your mind felt mushy as you were slowly rolling your hips against his, trying to go faster. “Fire… burning,” Your body shakes on top of him as he continues to roll your clit between his fingers, you could feel another knot forming inside you again. He could feel your juices rolling down his balls as you leak from around his cock, the feeling of your warm wet juices coating his balls was causing a frenzy in his mind, he needed you to cum one more time before or as he filled you with his load, he releases your clit and wraps his arms around you and pulls you down on top of him, your arms easily collapse with how tired they were, you feel your world spin and moments later you find yourself on your back and him on top of you.

“One more, just one more,” He says and pulls his hips back, he slides his hands down your sides before taking hold of your hips and lifting them from the bed slightly, he thrust forward, slamming himself back inside you, your back arches as his cock hits from a different angle, hitting all the right spots instantly. “Fuck…” Your walls pulse around him with each thrust into you. “Squeezing me so fucking good,” The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, you grip onto the duvet and twist your fingers into the fabric, pulling at the duvet as you feel your high approaching at a rapid pace, you turn your head from side to side while your upper body almost turns sideways as your muscles tighten.

“Soo-Yeoolll!” You cry out as your toes curl with pleasure, your pussy feels overly sensitive, and it feels like your clit had gained a second heartbeat. “Soo-Yeol!” You push your upper back against the mattress as a hot pleasure shoots through your legs and the knot inside you comes undone and a third high crashes into you, you barely feel his hips stuttering and his thrusts becoming uneven as you go through your high, his hands hold tightly onto your hips.

“Fuck, so good…” He moans. He sounded out of breath as he was starting to chase after his own high, your juices were splattering onto your inner thighs and the top of his thighs as he thrusts in and out of you, grunts fall from his lips with each movement, and he was getting closer and his mind was getting hazier, the tip of his cock felt like it had gained a heartbeat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He shuts his eyes and throws his head back, his balls tighten and with one last harsh thrust the tension inside him snaps and his high crashes into him, his load spills into you, filling you before it leaks from around his cock. Your high slowly dies down, and you feel his load filling you while he rocks his hips against you, easing himself through his high, your walls pulse around him, helping him through his high and squeezing every last drop from him, you open your eyes, blinking several times before looking up at him, watching as his jaw is slacked, and he’s moaning your name loudly.

Beads of sweat roll down his neck and chest, the sight was pure sin for you, his grip on your hips loosens as his energy begins to deflate, and you begin to roll your hips to match his movement, helping him through the aftershocks of his high, he lifts his head and slowly opens his eyes halfway to look down at you, satisfaction fills them and the tension that was in his body slowly disappears, his movements stop, and he stays inside you for a moment. Silence fills the room as you both try and catch your breath, you could feel your heartbeat slowing down and your body beginning to cool off, once he caught his breath, and he slowly lowers your hips down to the mattress which causes his cock to slide out from you.

“Hmmpf,” You whimper at the feeling of his cock shifting inside you before it slips out from you fully, strings of cum break off from his cock and your pussy as he moves away from you.

“That was so good…” He says, as he lays down next to you, you turn your head in his direction. “It’s always good, always,” He turns his head towards you. “I would have liked it if you could have waited for me,” You bite the inside of your cheeks before releasing them as a smile grows on your lips.

“It’s hard to wait for you when I remember all the things you can do to me and make me feel,” You say. “If you didn’t announce yourself, you would have found me with my fingers buried deep inside me,” He shuts his eyes and lets out a groan as he pictures the moment, maybe he shouldn’t announce himself in the future and just catch you red-handed in the act. “How are you feeling?” You ask as you turn your body slightly towards him, you feel your juices shift between your folds as you press your legs together, you feel the mixture of his cum and yours leak from you and making a bigger mess between your thighs, and making your insides tighten for a second, you place a hand on his chest and slide your fingers along the red marks you had left behind. “How was work? Tell me about your day,” He takes in a deep breath before opening his eyes, you can feel the sweat on your body becoming sticky as it begins to dry, and the room is growing colder as the heated moment between you both fades away. “Wait, tell me about it over a long shower.”

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Kong Altan, Episode 02

Featuring: Lee Dong Wook; Shin Hyun Soo; Son Woo Hyeon; Han Min; Shin Seung Ho; Yoo Hyun Soo

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Only His // Lee Rang // Pt2

Lee Rang x Siren!oc

Warnings!: this will be exactly written as the kdramas first season after 3 parts, so there will be mentions of; gore, death, murder, suicide, and torture.

Word count: 930

Her body fell to the floor, gasping and coughing for air as a hand held her reddened neck.

She stared up at the guy who tried to kill her just now, but the look in his eyes was weird. Did he feel sorry?

Miyeong was confused, but more importantly concerned.

Was he going to kill her? He did almost choke her to death... But why did he let go?

The girl scrambled back as her back hit his closet, she couldn't take her eyes off of him, she was terrified he would do something to her if she turned away.

"You—" he scratched his nose and rested his hands on his hips. "How the hell are you alive?"

What the hell is wrong with this guy? Was he being serious?

Miyeong shook her head, she couldn't understand what he meant.

The man knelt to face her, blankly staring at her face. He was getting closer to her, she could see the frame of his face getting bigger.

And once he stopped, his eyes closed slowly. Her breathing was back to normal, but if anyone stared into her eyes they would know that they held fear and pain. But not him.

When he opened his eyes her own eyes widened. It couldn't be possible, does his kind really exist?

He raises his arm, her eyes widened as she tries to move away. He wasn't going to hurt her, but his hand harshly grabbed her arm, keeping her steady.

"If you move I'll slit your throat." his voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. But she heard him, loud and clear.

Something about him pulled her closer, causing her to keep her focus on him.

But his eyes... They weren't normal.

One of his eyes looked completely fine, while the other one looked like a feline's, golden and bright.

Then he did something, causing his eye to glow, "Who are you?" his stern voice was ringing through her ears, and then her eyes started burning.

Miyeong shrieked in pain as she pushed him off of her and covered her eyes with her hands, the pain was unbearable to her, like someone was burning her eyes with a chemical fire.

He was so confused, didn't know how to act.

'What the hell was wrong with her? Did she get possessed by a spirit?'

His eyes widened at the next thought, 'Did Yeon send her here to trick me?'

"It burns! Make it stop! Please!!" He had his doubts, but his brother would never harm a human. He instinctively held her firmly again. "Look at me! If you want the pain to go away then look at me!" his voice was getting louder, but it was the only way for her to focus on him.

The girl whimpered and slowly put her hands down, her eyes were still shut tight as the pain was still present, Miyeong started to shake her head slowly, she was afraid if she opened her eyes the pain would get much worse.

And eventually, she did, slowly opening her eyes and taking deep breaths while her hands trembled to find something to hold on to, and when her shaky hands met a cold, metal object, she gripped it tightly.

Her irises rose slowly to meet his, and once she saw his feline eye, her heart leaped, and her blood pressure was getting dangerously low.

"You are fine. Nothing is hurting. And you don't remember anything before this moment." There was something wrong with her, specifically with her eyes.

They were glowing, just like his. But the color of her eyes was completely different, they were purple.

Once they were shut again, he let go of her, her state was heartbreaking, but he didn't feel any remorse towards her.

At that moment, Miyeong's cries had died down, and the burning pain in her eyes magically faded away.

She wanted to look at him, but the sudden memory of everything that has happened was gone, she forgot the pain she was experiencing, forgot his glowing feline eye.

"Who the fuck are you... And where the hell am I?" she sounded very believable, she even believes her own words.

It's not like she has tried to rob him a few moments ago, or the fact that he almost choked her to death.

The male decided that silent treatment would be best, as the strange woman before him is very confused at the moment.

Miyeong reached her has and wiped under her eyes, as her eyelashes felt damp for some odd reason, was she crying?

Carefully, she stood up and hid her hands behind her back, fiddling her fingers, something felt wrong, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I don't remember if I did anything bad, but I'm sorry if I broke something." slowly nodding, the brunette started making her way carefully outside the room and towards the front door.

He sighed, he hasn't looked at her properly before trying to 'calm' her down and erase her memory. He wasn't able to look at her as she made her way through and out of his home.

And had had no idea why.

Rang felt something strange when he was around her like something was pulling him in, her company almost seems familiar.

It's like he has met her before. Even though he recalls no memory of such a thing, if he met her during his years of life and living then he would've known.

Did someone take his memories away? Or was had mistaken for thinking such a thing would happen? He had recalled seeing her dying figure somewhere in his memories, which is why he was puzzled about how she survived, and why he doesn't remember any other thing about her.

But his memory of the past blocks everything else about her, her name, her personality, and her voice.

[soneblomsblog]

Hey I love your writing.

Can I request a Ryu Su Yeol x reader (gf/bf)

Where the reader has powers like Supergirl and one day the reader and Ryu are on a mission together. The reader notices some bad guys advancing who want hurt him and has an idea before sneaking away without him noticing. Ryu notices that the reader is no longer beside him and gets worried until the reader says “Hi boys, you missed me” causing him to look to see the reader floating in the air with her suit on. Then reader lands beside him and helps him fight until one of the guys they’re fighting with uses something that contains the readers weakness (green kryptonite) and hurts the reader. Ryu notices that the reader starts swaying on their spot and starts to run over to the reader before she falls but he catches her but she passes out in his arms.

Thank you so much, love your writing!! 😘😘

(P.S I hope it’s not confusing for u)

Ryu su-yeol x gf! Reader

Mentions: reader has powers like supergirl

As Ryu and you embarked on the mission, the air crackled with tension. Y/n gifted with Supergirl-like powers, scanned the surroundings with a vigilant eye. Suddenly, a group of menacing figures emerged, their intentions clear. Without alerting Ryu, you discreetly slipped away, concocting a plan to surprise their adversaries.

As Ryu faced the oncoming threat, he sensed the absence you by his side. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach until a bold voice echoed, "Hi boys, you missed me." Ryu turned to witness you floating in the air, adorned in a dazzling suit that glistened with power. A grin played on your lips descended gracefully to stand beside Ryu, ready to face the impending danger.

United, Ryu and y/n fought valiantly against the assailants. However, the tide turned when one of the foes cunningly revealed a container of green kryptonite. You are, vulnerable to its effects, began to weaken. Ryu's heart raced as he witnessed the swaying figure of y/n.

Ignoring the chaos around him, Ryu sprinted toward you, concern etched across his face. Just as the y/n started to fall, Ryu caught you in his arms, cradling your weak form. Panic surged through him as you passed out, your strength drained by the treacherous substance.

In that perilous moment, Ryu's protective instincts kicked in, and he vowed to confront the mysterious adversary who exploited y/n's weakness

[sweetbabybaekhyun]

Lee Dongwook

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THICKER THAN BLOOD

Chapter 3: Cherry Blossoms

Jeong Jin-Man x Reader!

Ensuring the cold steel pin snapped back into the slide with a click? Check. Carefully inspecting the barrel, the recoil spring, and guide? Check. Examining the magazine, the safety mechanism, and the trigger, testing each one to guarantee they were functioning at their optimal level? Check.

“Yeah... I still got that," you murmur to yourself, the words barely audible over the soft crackling of the vintage radio playing a forgotten tune from the 60s in the background: Cherry Blossom Ending. Mom’s favorite. 

Taking another long drag of your cigarette, you savor the rich taste of a blend of Turkish tobacco that Pasin introduced you to.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, you watch it drift upwards lazily before dissipating into the stale air of the room. The sight brings back memories of foggy winter mornings back home, when the world seemed shrouded in a blanket of mist. But, unlike those mornings, there's no fragrance of dew-kissed roses or the sweet scent of mom's freshly baked apple pie to erase your nose scrunching—not when this place smells like a battlefield. The distinct aroma of gunpowder and the sharp tang of sweat mix in the air like a witch's potion, creating an unsettling olfactory cocktail.

Your eyes fall on the poster of an old concessionary you once visited, featuring a sexualized pit girl with improbably large breasts for her leather crop top. You sigh. No amount of decoration, no matter how weird or random, can erase the sensation that men in tactical gear might spring up through the gun stock’s door any minute. In your mind’s eye, they empty all the shelves as they run, their gazes wild with bloodlust, chins coated with saliva as the drugs they took to make them more alert take hold of their minds.

Yet, amidst the chaos, your eyes notice the old wooden table, scarred with years of use and abuse. Its familiar creaking sound, especially from the third leg, the one that always needed fixing. Despite its oddities, this place has a certain charm.

As a woman, you know that there are environments that society still judges as masculine. But whether you want it or not, whether you identify as a feminist or not, these judgments don't matter to you. 

Whilst memories flood back—your father patiently teaching you how to shoot, your mother cheering you on at the shooting competition—you can't help but listen to the echoes of your parents amidst the gunpowder. The rusty corner nearby the Glocks shelves reminds you too much of your old house, of mom and dad dancing across it the way they used to on Saturday nights, their laughter filling the room. Even the leftover smell of Gun's piss on the floor brings back how Honda brought home that forsaken cat that you've learned to love. 

These memories remind you that this has nothing to do with being feminine or masculine. This is about being you.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, breaking your shitty reverie. It was a muffled sound by the work table, buried somewhere beneath the scattered assortment of guns—pistols, rifles, and shotguns—in your twin's meticulously disordered workplace.

Discarding your half-smoked baby into the overflowing ashtray, you slowly rise from the creaky stool, stretching your stiff muscles. A dull ache radiates from your lower back—the result of countless hours spent hunched over the workbench. 

Ignoring the discomfort, you navigate through the maze of scattered tools and disassembled machinery, your boots echoing against the concrete floor, until you reach for the incessantly vibrating device under a pile of blueprints.

You lean against the graffiti and poster-covered wall, its coldness seeping through your top. Your gaze drifts to the multiple monitors displaying the gradually emptying streets of Seoul, illuminated by the neon glow of streetlights.

Honda always had an obsession with surveillance, with keeping an eye on every single movement outside. 

To the uninitiated, it might come off as paranoia. But in your line of work, it was a necessity. The last thing you both needed was someone sniffing around your... less-than-legal activities.

You swipe the screen, bringing the encrypted chat to life.

Younger brother by 6 minutes:

Hey, sis! Just checking in.

I trust Sukku's client came to pick up his custom order—the modified Glock 19? Did he give any trouble? Notice anything out of the ordinary? Are there any signs of suspicion that we might need to worry about?

Considering the late hour and the fact that you've been alone in this place all evening, do you want me to swing by? Gunpowder is already fast asleep. I took her to the vet earlier. They think it might be chlamydia. Apparently, it's a thing in cats.

Big sister by 6 minutes:

Chlamydia? In a cat? That's news to me. Is she going to be okay? Will she need any special treatment?

As for the client, there are no issues whatsoever. He seemed satisfied with the custom Glock. Even complimented the grip modifications.

And don't worry about me. I'm used to the workshop without you by now. Besides, I’ve been productive. Uploaded a few of our modified guns and encryption codes on our site for our initial clients to browse.

I also completed a thorough maintenance check on the old Sig Sauer P226. Replaced the recoil spring, cleaned the firing pin and even polished the slide rails. It's as good as new now. You know, just in case we need some extra firepower.

But yeah, if you're free and not too worn out, do swing by. We can grab a late-night snack from the 24-hour joint down the street. Their kimchi jjigae has been on my mind.

But for now, don't rush. I'm fine on my own. I will keep the place locked down and secure until you get back. It's not like we have a shortage of security systems.

And tell Gunpowder her noona got her back. And ask her to keep her paws off my toolbox.

Watching the gray bubble with your message pop up on the screen, you hit send.

Just as you were about to pull up the Murthehelp site on your phone—the one you had coded from scratch after many long, caffeine-fueled nights—a sudden flicker on one of the large monitors caught your attention. You squinted, setting your phone down on the table.

There, in the grainy black-and-white footage, you could make out a figure. It was vague and blurry, moving in the shadows, but their height and gait unmistakably suggested a man.

He was coming towards the workshop, his path unwavering and purposeful. You quickly glanced at his attire—a dark jacket and a baseball hat pulled low over his face. Not exactly the outfit of someone who was just strolling by, especially not at this late hour when even the nocturnal creatures had retreated to their burrows.

Keeping your nerve, you reached for the console, fingers nimbly dancing over the buttons to turn off the monitors. You didn't want the soft blue glow of the screens to betray your presence in the otherwise dark room. 

Leaving the gun stock downstairs, you entered the quiet workshop, the smell of oil and metal heavy in the air.

After tiptoeing towards the reinforced steel door, you hid behind a towering metal shelf cluttered with an assortment of spare parts, rusted tools, and half-assembled machinery, their metallic sheen glinting dimly in the ambient light.

The silence hung heavy, broken only by the steady tick-tock of an old clock on the wall. Your heart pounded in your chest as you braced yourself for a loud bang, anticipating a forceful break-in. But instead, the soft rustle of someone kneeling near the entrance reached your ears. The muffled clicks of a lock being picked followed and then the door was gently pushed up, its usual creak betraying its motion conspicuously absent.

The moment the man stepped in, you sprang into action and the workshop transformed into a battleground.

You dove under a swing. A wrench grazed your arm—a missed punch. You retaliated with a swift kick, watching as he stumbled back, barely keeping his balance. But despite your best efforts, your back soon hit the cold metal of an old car under repair.

Cornered, with no way out.

A thin ray of light from a partially opened window cut through the darkness, casting long, distorted shadows. As your eyes adjusted, you saw him—Jinman. His face was as cold as the winter wind, revealing nothing of his intent. He held a knife in his hand, the cold steel pressing ominously against your stomach.

"Complacency could get you killed," he admonished as he tossed his baseball cap somewhere in this place. "In Babylon, I trained you to be sharper, faster, but you've let yourself grow soft. One inch to the side, and this blade could have nicked an artery. It would've been a messy end."

“Damn you, Jinman! What the hell were you thinking, barging in here like some low life thug?" Your hand instinctively went to your side, where your trusty Smith & Wesson lay as you watched through hooded eyes as he leaned against you, his nose scrunching in what might be the unique signal of pain from your attacks. “I mistook you for some gangster trying to get a hand on our stash! I could've shot you, you reckless idiot!" You pushed his hand away, stepping out of the claustrophobic corner.

“Do you remember our lesson on critical injuries?”

"The intestine, when damaged, can lead to sepsis," you replied, his voice flat, your eyes never leaving his as he begrudgingly sheathed his knife. You quirked up an eyebrow as you saw blood under his nails, but you didn’t dare say a thing, you knew he wouldn't talk about it anyway. Jeong was stubborn like that.

"And if left untreated, the mortality rate is high, even with immediate medical attention.”

Ignoring his continued lecturing, you moved past him, heading towards the narrow staircase that led back to the lower level where the gun stock was kept. He trailed behind, his usually light steps now heavy and labored.

"So, care to explain your sudden, unannounced break-in, Jinman?" You questioned, the cool air from the underground level hitting your face like a welcome reprieve. Without waiting for his response, you kept talking, "And why the sudden interest in giving me a lecture on gut wounds? Planning on stabbing my twin next?

"Because you..." he began, but his voice trailed off, replaced by a pained grunt.

Alarmed, you turned around just in time to see him stumble, clutching his side. He landed heavily on the last few steps, letting out a string of curses.

"Jinman?" you called out, rushing over to him. "What's wrong?"

His response was a mere groan, his face a sickly pale hue contrasted by the cold sweat forming on his forehead. The hole in his shirt as he shed his coat could be a smudge of dirt from his shoveling chore, and the blood that has soaked his shirt is almost invisible in the dim light. He's now making a strange whistling noise each time he inhales. He'd been shot. Near his intestines.

"Oh, God, Jinman! This... this is serious," you stammered, your hand shaking as you reached out to check his wound.

You have seen injuries before. Gunshot wounds, stabbings, broken bones are occupational hazards that come with your line of work. But seeing Jinman, your former partner and mentor from Babylon, bleeding and weakening struck a nerve. A sudden adrenaline rush surged through you, coupled with a rising protective instinct. You had to act quickly, keep your wits about you. Panic wouldn't help either of you now.

"Alright, Ahjussi," you said, forcing a steady tone into your voice. "We need to get you lying down. Now."

He lets go, or maybe just loses the strength to hold on, as you maneuver him onto a makeshift bed—a heap of old, worn-out blankets and tarps that you usually use when working on cars. You pull back a little—not far. His eyes regard you from their deep and blackening sockets. They are as brilliant as ever, but you see, they are also full of terror and (this is what frightens you most) some wretched, inexplicable amusement. 

Still speaking low—perhaps so only you can hear, maybe because it's the best he can manage—Jeong says, "Listen, little woman. I can handle myself.."

 "No—you have to stop."

He pays no attention. He draws in another of those screaming breaths, purses his wet red lips in a tight O, and makes a low, incredibly nasty chuffing noise. It drives a fine spray of blood up his clenched throat and into the sweltering air.

He turns his head to the side, spits a wad of half-congealed blood onto the hot tar, then turns back to you. "I guess it's karma.”

You understand that he means it, and for a moment (surely it is the power of his eyes), you believe it's true. He will make the sound again, only a little louder, and in some other world, Bale, that lord of sleepless nights, will turn its unspeakable, hungry head. A moment later, if you don’t just move and fucking think, in this world, Jeong Jin-Man will simply shiver in this old place and die. The death certificate will say something sane, but you’ll know: his dark past finally saw him, came for him and ate him alive.

“I guess I’m getting old, huh?”

Leaning even closer. Into the shivering sweat and blood of him. Leaning in until you can smell the last palest ghost of the Prell he shampooed with that morning and the Foamy he shaved with. Leaning in until your lips touch his ear. You whisper, "Be quiet, Jin-Man. For once in your life, just be quiet. Don’t you dare make this pussy sound again.”

Looking around, you knew no bandage in your medicine cabinet would be enough, so you ended up tearing long strips from a sheet. The sheet is old, but you mourn its passing just the same—on a waitress's salary (supplemented by niggardly tips and only slightly better ones from the faculty members who lunch at Pat's), you can ill afford to raid your linen closet. But when you think of  stuffing it into his mouth to muffle his screams and grunts, you don't hesitate.

You caught sight of an old bottle of Korean whisky, a forgotten souvenir from a past mission to Jeju Island. Honda had won it in a high-stakes game of poker but never got around to finishing it. Now, it seemed like a fitting antiseptic.

Raising the bottle to your lips, you took a swig, the liquid burning its way down your throat—a twisted semblance of courage. Then, with a grimace, you drenched the wound with the help of a cloth, the sharp smell of alcohol mingling with the raw scent of blood. Jinman’s body tensed, a deep groan escaping his clenched teeth.

“I’m hot.”

"Shit, Ahjusshi." Emboldened, you rubbed your freezing, leaking hand along his right cheek, his left cheek, and then across his forehead, where drops of whisky-colored water dripped into his eyebrows and then ran down the sides of his nose. He hums in satisfaction. "You should have been more careful."

The room was filled with a heavy silence, the only sounds being the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe somewhere overhead and Jinman’s labored breathing.

You remembered a mission in Gwangju, back when you two were still new to the field. It was a stormy night, the air was so heavy with rain that it felt like you were walking through a cloud. The neon lights of the city were blurred, painting everything in an ethereal glow. There was a sense of surrealism to that night, a feeling of being detached from reality. That was the first time you had seen Jinman truly vulnerable, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to panic as a bullet grazed his shoulder.

“It’s just a scratch,” he had grumbled, his hand tightly gripping yours as you tried to clean the wound. He licked at his lips. You saw the blood on his tongue and it turned your stomach, but you didn’t pull away from him.

Now, years later, history is repeating itself. But this time, the stakes were much higher.

"Listen to me, old man," you began, your voice breaking the overwhelming silence. "We've been through worse, haven't we? Remember that time in Busan when that crazy bastard tried to stab you with a switchblade?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, his eyes half-closed, the sheets between his teeth stained with blood and saliva. "Yeah, and you broke his nose."

"You're damn right, I did," you chuckled, your fingers gently tracing the outline of the wound, assessing the damage, before rising up again in search of your purple lighter somewhere in this place. "And we made it through that night, didn't we? So, we're going to make it through this shit too. But you need to stay with me, alright? Don't you fucking dare drift off on me!"

Found it!

As you kneeled again and prepared the needles and threads, sterilizing them over a small flame, your throat felt as dry as the barren lands of the Mojave Desert. Words stuck in your mouth like cotton, but you forced them out. 

"Do you remember that pawnshop in Itaewon? The one with the old, rusted sign hanging crookedly and the fat, ginger cat named Tofu who would lazily sprawl across the counter? The owner—what was his name? Sungmin, right? He had this weird obsession with Elvis Presley. Used to play vintage vinyl records on that old gramophone he had all day long. You hated it; you said it was too 'old-fashioned' for your taste. But I caught you humming 'Love Me Tender' once."

His eyes met yours, a faint glimmer of amusement in them. You could see his chest rise and fall, each breath a little more labored than the last. But he was listening, a hint of a smile tugging at his bloodstained lips.

"And then there was that time in Hongdae," you continued, your fingers gently manipulating the sterilized pliers inside his abdomen. He hissed and jerked, the sudden movement causing the tools in your hand to clatter loudly. But a stern glance in his direction had him stilling, his jaw clenched tightly to suppress any further sounds. "We stumbled upon this cute little bakery at three in the morning. The owner was this old lady, who claimed her red bean buns were the best in all of Seoul. You were skeptical and said nothing could beat your grandma's recipe. But, after the first bite...”

You paused, recalling the look of sheer surprise on his face. "You devoured five of those buns in a matter of minutes. You even tried to flirt with the old lady, hoping to score the recipe."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his grip tightening around your free hand. "And she said... she said she had a... strict policy. No sharing recipes with… playboys."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you noticed the mischievous light returning to his eyes. "She definitely put you in your place, didn't she?"

“Shut…up.”

“I like you too. Please don’t die on me. I don't want to hear Honda crying in my ears at your funeral.”

As you finally found the bullet, the harsh reality of the situation loomed over you, a grim reminder of the danger he was in. But for now, for just a few moments, it felt like old times. Just you and Jinman, bleeding wounds, guns on your feet and hips. You and him.

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The short walk from the taxi to Jin-Man’s porch had been enough to thoroughly drench you, with your clothes clinging uncomfortably to your skin. Raindrops dripped from the brim of your hat, splashing onto the porch's wooden planks, causing the aged wood to glisten under the feeble light from an old lamp hanging precariously above the door.

A sudden gust of wind made you shiver, and you quickly pulled your coat tighter around yourself, silently cursing the weather. You couldn't help but take a moment to observe the changes Jin-Man had made to the entrance—the broken lilies and the shattered pot had been replaced by beautiful blue hyacinths. You admired them briefly before bending down to retrieve the spare keys hidden beneath the ugly cat statue.

"Hey, ugly one! Been taking care of them for me?"

As you straightened up, key in hand, the door suddenly swung open.

Jin-Man stood in the doorway, his eyes softening as they took in your soaked floral skirt, the one he had always nagged you about, and the top that clung damply to your torso. He looked spent, with dark circles under his eyes and the distinct smell of ink and gunpowder clinging to him. The stubble on his face stood out more prominently against his tired features.

"I didn't think you'd come home.” Unusually, he started to balance on one foot while his hair was too long in the back—he needed it cut badly. You know he looks in the mirror and sees a Kpop star but you look at him and see a vagrant out of a Woody Guthrie song—dust in the wind.

What Jeong didn't say was, "Why didn’t you come in earlier?" Or, "Why do you look so hurt?"

As Honda had pointed out on more than one occasion, Jin-Man had what was surely among the rarest of human talents: he was a business minder who did not mind too much if you didn't mind yours. As long as you weren't making explosives to throw at someone, that was, and in your case, explosives were always a possibility. 

You shrugged off his remark; the tension between you two is still palpable. "I'm not here for you, Jin-Man," you replied, your gaze hardening. "I'm here for Ji-An."

Stepping past him, you entered the house, your gaze scanning the familiar surroundings—a mix of vintage and modern decor. Everything was just as you remembered it; the mahogany coffee table with its assortment of vintage car magazines, the worn-out, leather Chesterfield couch that bore the imprints of countless lazy afternoons, and the rustic brick fireplace that still smelled faintly of burnt cedar—the same furniture, the same arrangement, the same scents.

As you moved further into the house, a familiar sound reached your ears: the quiet jingling of a collar. Turning around, you saw Gunpowder padding towards you, her amber eyes glowing.

"G-Pow," you called, crouching down to her level, your hand reaching out to her.

The moment stretched uneasily as she mulled over your extended hand and her new master, standing a distance away. “Betrayal alert: Hostile territory,” seemed to be the message running through her kitty brain.

Just when you were about to etch another loss, Gunpowder decided otherwise; tail held in festive high, she padded towards you, meowing a soft welcome.

A chuckle rippled through you as your fingers slid behind her ears, playing briefly, "Missed all this mess, didn't you darling?”

Gunpowder meowed in response, her tail flicking playfully.

“My good girl.” You kissed her fur before she ran away to the couch.

Standing back up, you turned to face Jin-Man, your gaze hard but determined. "Is Ji-An asleep?"

He nodded, running a hand through his hair—a nervous habit you remembered well. "She's had a long day. But she'll be excited to see you in the morning."

"That's good," Bidding your drenched jacket and your hat goodbye onto the nearby coat rack, your eyes danced around the familiar kitchen layout till it landed on the kitchen counter, noticing the half-eaten sandwich and the glass of milk. "Eating habits are still the same, I see."

Jin-Man shrugged, his gaze avoiding yours. "Habit is a hard thing to break."

"You should try sometimes. It wouldn't kill you to have a proper meal."

His gaze finally met yours, a spark of defiance in his eyes. "I can take care of myself, Y/N."

You sighed, shaking your head slightly. "I know you can, Jin-Man. But taking care of yourself doesn't mean you have to do everything alone."

He didn't reply, his gaze dropping to the floor. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head; his mind was probably grappling with the fact that you were back in the house after months of absence.

Deciding to break the silence, you moved towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning the contents. "I'll make dinner. It's about time we had a decent meal. And while I do that, could you fetch me some dry clothes? I'd prefer the black shirt with the Nirvana logo if it's still around.”

He sighed, closing the fridge door abruptly. “Stop it,” he demanded, his voice carrying that note that you hated so much. The note of a boss talking with his partner. “Stop thinking about me and go take a shower. You’re freezing, and no shirt, Nirvana or not, is going to help with that.”

"Okay, okay, bossy much?" You rolled your eyes as you moved past him, heading towards the doorway. "By the way, I'm not freezing. I'm just a little wet."

With a sense of nostalgia, you began to tread softly down the hallway, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards echoing in your ears.

Gliding past Ji-An's room, you lightly pressed the door ajar. Bathed in the subdued glow of her nightlight was a picture-perfect scene—a tiny human swaddled in warmth, clutching onto her fluffy bunny with all the ferocity her little fists could offer. 

With feather-light steps, you ventured further in, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead as whispers of "Goodnight, Noona" danced around your heartstrings.

Clutching your top hem, your mind began to drift back to the past as you continued down the hallway. The memories of nights you spent in this house were like a movie playing in your mind: the arguments filled with passion, the shared meals around the worn-out dining table, and the shared silence that spoke more than words ever could.

After Honda’s death, you hadn't wanted the slice of cheesecake he would bring home from the restaurant for dessert, and you certainly hadn't wanted to go to any Hollywood movie... but you had wanted all those things with Jin-Man. Yes. Because over the last couple of months, and especially over the last months, you’ve come to depend on him in a funny way. Maybe it's corny— probably—but there's a feeling of safety when he puts his arms around you that wasn't there with any of her other guys; what you felt with and for most of them was either impatience or wariness. (Sometimes fleeting lust.) 

But there is kindness in Jeong (hidden between the rusty corners and dark basement of his heart, but, yes, there was), and from the first you felt interest coming from him— interest in you—that you could hardly believe, because he's so much smarter and so talented. And he speaks a language you grasped greedily from the beginning. Not the signing language, but one you know very well, just the same—it's as if you were speaking it in dreams.

But what good is talk and a special language if there's no one to talk to? Someone to cry to, even? That's what you needed tonight. You’d never told him about your crazy fucked-up family or your past before him—oh, pardon me, that's crazy smucked-up talk in Honda's speech—but you meant to tonight. Felt you had to or explode from pure misery. 

Walking into the bathroom, its altered landscape consumed your attention. Pristine countertop occupied by practical necessities: a single toothbrush, tube of toothpaste, and straight razor aesthetically laying on top screamed 'functional' compared to it once being decorated chaotically with personal effects nestled among skincare bottles alongside makeup and a carelessly thrown hairbrush—an exquisite mosaic of a life once lived.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water cascaded down your body, washing away the grit and grime of the day. Still, no water could stop you from remembering the last time you were in this shower—the last time you were in this bathroom.

"Can I join you?" Jin-Man's voice had echoed off the bathroom tiles, the door creaking open slightly.

Looking back, you found him leaning against the door frame, sleep-ruffled hair visible over the frosted shower barrier—a low-hung towel only embellishing his irresistible nonchalance.

“If you promise not to fuck me against the tiles again, sure, why not?”

“Alright, alright,” he had chuckled, opening the shower door and stepping in. The water immediately started soaking his hair, the droplets trickling down his face and chest. “I promise, no fooling around.”

You had laughed then, tilting your head back to rinse the shampoo from your hair. “Good. Because I need to get ready, and I don’t have time for your… shenanigans.”

Jin-Man simply smiled at that, his hands reaching out to help rinse your hair. His fingers were gentle as they massaged your scalp, working through the tangles. “I’ll behave. Scout's honor.”

“You were never a scout,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes at his antics but not being able to suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"But I could have been. Imagine how good I would have looked in the uniform."

You laughed at that, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. "Yeah, right. You would have been the rebel scout. I can just see you now, trying to start a fire with a pocket knife and a piece of flint, and ‘accidentally’ burning down the entire camp because some weird boy thought it was funny to pull on my pigtails."

"Probably," he agreed. His hands moved to your shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. "But I bet I would have been the best at telling ghost stories around the campfire."

"That's true. You do have a knack for dramatic storytelling. You could have scared all the other scouts half to death."

His hands stilled on your shoulders, and he pulled you closer, his chest pressing against your back. "I only scare people because I care," he murmured in your ear, his breath warming against your skin.

"Is that so?" You turned to face him, a soft smile on your lips, and you reached up to trace the line of his jaw. "Well, in that case, I guess I should be grateful."

"You should be. Now, let's get you rinsed off. We wouldn't want you to be late, now, would we?"

"No, we wouldn't.”

As you stepped out of the shower, you reached for the towel hanging on the rack.

Dressed in the Nirvana shirt and a pair of his boxers, you padded back into the kitchen, finding Jin-Man leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hands. He looked up as you entered, his eyes automatically dropping to take in your attire. He said nothing, but you could see the flicker of something in his gaze—the ghost of a memory, perhaps.

His other friends saw his talent and were dazzled by it at first. You saw how he sometimes struggled to meet the eyes of strangers. You understood that, underneath all his smart (and sometimes brilliant) talk, in spite of his stern expressions, you could hurt him badly if you wanted to. He was, in your dad's words, cruising for a bruising. Had been his whole charmed smucking—no, check that—his whole charmed fucking life. Tonight, the charm could break. And who could break it? You could.

Any tension laying dormant was pushed aside as you reached into the refrigerator, selecting ingredients for tonight's culinary endeavor: crisp bok choy leaves, thick udon strands slightly sticky to touch, and leftover samgyeopsal marinated with sesame oil, which filled the air with a slightly charred meaty smell while cooking yesterday. The symphony of chopped vegetables thudding on a wooden cutting board, accompanied by a sizzling pan flanked by the soft purring of the refrigerator, announced another evening feast showtime.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop staring and say something, Jin-Man.”

He blinked, his gaze lifting from the coffee mug in his hands to meet yours. “You look…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Okay.”

You let out a sigh of relief, turning back to the stove.

“I wasn’t going to say you look good.”

“No?”

"Nope," he said, maintaining eye contact while parking his well-loved first edition Penguin mug with a soft thud. "You've got this 'This is my kitchen' glow about you—no make-up, tousled midnight hair against your cheeks, and my shirt on your body... You look like you belong at home, in this kitchen, with me."

“Oh, shut up, Jinman. Are you sure that coffee isn't spiked? That cheap bag of Dong Suh you've been hoarding since you bought it from that old market in Gyeongju?"

He laughed then, a deep, rich sound that echoed warmly around the room, bouncing off the peeling sunflower-yellow wallpaper and the worn-out, wooden cabinets. "I promise, it's just regular coffee. But if you're not careful, I might start spouting poetry next.”

"I'd like to see you try," you challenged as you moved to add the noodles to the boiling pot.

At the same time, however, a soft melody began to fill the room. Turning, you saw Jinman’s back turned towards you. He was hunched over an old radio placed precariously on the window ledge over the sink—an old Philco with a cracked case. It had been his mother’s; he kept it out in the barn and listened to it while he was choring. It's the only thing of hers that he still has, and you keep it in the window because it's the only place where it will pick up local stations. It was secondhand even then, when Jin-Man gifted it to her after earning his first paycheck, but when it was unwrapped and she saw what it was, she grinned until it seemed her face would crack and how she thanked him! Over and over!

The tinny sound of the old device was playing a song that you recognized immediately—it was your mother's favorite song. A smile tugged at your lips as you watched him, his fingers delicately turning the knobs to get the best reception.

At the end, he cocked a thumb at the radio and said, stupidly proud of his useless knowledge, "That's Busker Busker. The original indie version."

"Jeong…I—”

You had no idea where to go from there, and it seemed there was no need. The man raised the forefinger of his left hand like a teacher who meant to make a particularly important point, and the smile actually resurfaced on his lips. Some sort of smile, anyway.

"Wait," he said.

"Wait?"

He looked pleased, as if you had grasped a difficult concept. "Wait."

And before you could say anything else, he simply walked off behind you, turning off the stove before his hands found your waist. His warm body pressed against your back, his head burying itself in the crook of your neck.

The aroma of your cooking, mixed with the familiar scent of Jin-Man and the sound of the old song playing on the radio, transported you back to simpler times. Times when life was not about surviving, not about fighting, but about living. About enjoying moments like these.

He began to sway, his movements leading you in a slow dance around the kitchen. His touch was gentle yet firm and you allowed him to lead, your body moving in rhythm with his as you danced barefoot on the cold ceramic tile floor.

Beyond the rustic kitchen windows, Mother Nature cooed her own ballad—soft chirps cushioned in cool country air under the moon's watchful eyes, dressing everything in stretched-out shadows—that played on repeat. Gunpowder was outside too busy bullying a moth under a moon-bathed silhouette, while Ji-An’s gentle snores added a comforting motif to your nighttime symphony.

It felt like you were in some sort of dream, the reality of your world forgotten for a moment. You were not a killer, not a fighter. You were just a woman, dancing in the kitchen with the man she secretly might like.

Turning you around, he looked down at you, his gaze soft and filled with emotions you could not decipher. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers idly playing with the hem of his worn-out puma shirt.

The world outside did not matter at this moment. The only thing that mattered was Jin-Man and the way he held you, the way he looked at you. You could see a mirror of your own emotions in his eyes—longing, fear, and a hint of sadness.

As the last note of the song played, you rose to your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was filled with promise, with hope—a kiss that said more than words ever could.

As you pulled away, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the two of you stood in the middle of the kitchen, the smell of your cooking still lingering in the air.

"Welcome home, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the radio.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged.

[lldw]

[240412] Update

Lee Dongwook was spotted at DAY6’s concert!

(x, x, x)

Will add with pictures if there are any later!